Not Fun Anymore

Really, I should be burying my head in that textbook, sitting in front of the mess of Dynamics notes that’s on my table. But again, I love to steer away from things I’m supposed to do, always. These past few days, I’m hooked on two things. One , is this blog and the other, is New Found Glory’s album ‘Coming Home’. They rock!

It’s a bit of a bummer when all my housemates are gone. Everything left here should be mine and I don’t need to figure out whose toothbrush or scrungie is that, so they say. I’d be damned to admit that I’m feeling lonely, but I would sure feel better to know that somebody is actually still at home.

I’m supposed to be studying right now. I shouldn’t be typing here but the rain, gloriously pouring from the sky, is a cue for me to stop everything and chill for a sec. Not literally a sec la….. no life meh?

So hor…… I noticed that when it’s nearing and during exam time, a lot of people will emo. But basically, the people around me will emo most of the time. Ok, but we’re talking about exam time here. So the only plausible method to avoid all these emotional surge is to lock yourself up in your room. However, doing that itself willl make others wonder whether you are emo-ing or not. It’s a Catch-22, god, I dunno what else to do but just sit there with a straight face. Or, maybe I just don’t need to think about all these hor…… when they rant I listen lor…..and TRY to say nice things in return………and try not to rant so much myself. In all actual fact, I don’t mind a bit of ranting here and there, once in a while, but I mentioned it cos I don’t have any idea of what to say.

This semester, I will be the last to leave the apartment AGAIN. It’s quite depressing that everybody has happily packed and happily yakking and happily making plans but I will still be sitting there with a book(a by-our-lady heavy one, too) in hand. Then again, I don’t think it matters much because I will also be going back in five days’ time. Yeay!!

I’m soooo gonna sleep til noon everyday, wake up for lunch, watch some tv and go back to sleep again until it’s time for dinner. Wahahah…..and night time will only be for tv(again) and internet. I do PLAN and anticipate to be a pig. Not many do that, you know.

But there are so many things I need to do…… Like, sprucing up my room, mess up my mom’s garden, bully the dog, go jogging, learn cooking(mess up her kitchen too) and go for guitar lessons. I doubt I can get a part time job though, cos I’ll only be back for a month. I can already imagine being turned down right after saying “But yeah, you know, I can only work for a month… *smile*”. Sien. Not that I need the money, but I think I need to get a life sometimes. And those are the times when I’m too sick of being a pig. Yes, there is a limit, even if it’s me.

Okay, so I took time off studying to ramble a bit and I feel much better now. Back to work!

It was during the study leave’s one week that my mom asked me this question: Do you like what you are doing?

She’s referring to me studying engineering, or more specifically, mechanical engineering. Heh, I think I got her thinking or much worse, worrying for me.

So I answered, ‘not bad, but even if I don’t like it, it’s not that I can take something else now’.

Which is very true.

I’m already half way into my 5 year program.

Then she asked, ‘what would you much rather do then?’

I smiled and mumbled something incoherent. I don’t think I gave any certain answer.

Seriously, I don’t even know what I want to do. Sometimes I just want to enroll in a cooking school and start learning how to make weird foods. But it’s just the surface, all the fun, the carefree-ness that I saw on Discovery Travel & Living is just the tip of the iceberg. I’m quite sure that before they have all the fun, they had to slog in the hot and stuffy kitchen for years before being somebody. Which I would very much like to omit from my path to culinary success, but it just will not come that easily now, would it?

I would also like to be a painter. Even though I don’t know how to paint.

I wanna be the CEO of some big company. But I don’t think this will come easy also.

To cut things short, I just want an easy life. But it won’t happen that easily.

Remember what I said about not acting manja in front of me? Well, another no-no is to say cutesy wootsy stuff to me, especially if you are a guy this applies to everybody. Can die can?

On IM:

Tak-sedar-diri-guy: Hi!

Me: Hi

Tak-sedar-diri-guy: Haven’t ‘oi-oi’ yet?

Me: *pause*……….. soon ………(*thinks*omg, idiot*…….*closes browser*)

One, nothing better to do ah? If were asleep, I wouldn’t have said ‘Hi’ back right? If got nothing to say to me, don’t even say ‘Hi’ la, waste my time only.

Two, it took me half-a-minute to figure out what ‘oi-oi’ is. Frankly, nobody has ever used it on me. Not my mom, not my babysitter, not anyone of authority to put me to sleep when I was little and god forbid, not even my dad. I only hear ppl like neighbours or aunties use it. Okay, for ppl as blur case as me, ‘oi-oi’ means ‘to sleep’, basically.

Three, to use that term is downright an insult. To me, at least. Like, hei I’m not even close to him or anything, nor am I a baby. If ever my future boyfriend uses it, I don’t know if I’ll jump off the building but I’ll be sure that he won’t dare to say it again. This guy, he’s not even a close friend. Really, how is he trying to portray himself as? As an overly friendly guy who likes to use terms like oi-oi(sleep), shee-shee(pee) and mam-mam(eat)? Or a twenty-ish guy who doesn’t know his place?

Fourth, one thing that boggles me most is that, this guy, he does not say hi to me in real life, wouldn’t even give a nod or a smile when we happen to see each other say, at the corridor. He does not even acknowledge my presence!!! Saying ‘Hi’ back to him had actually catapulted me up there to be with mother Theresa. This is just so FLY-ing WEIRD!!

And he has a girlfriend.Oh.the.horror.

AnD I dOn’t LIke Ppl Who TyPe lIkE THiS.

And I don’t like ppl calling me ‘jie-jie’. It gives me goosebumps.

Like this:

random aunty: Oh, here is tOast jie-jie *brings kid’s attention to me*. Call tOast jie jie la.

me: *omg, squirm**squirm*Squirm*

little kid: *Excitedly, with a big smile* TOAST JIE-JIE!!!

me: *shivers shoot up spine, puts on fake smile* umm….hi….

or, worse:

lab-partner(who’s a junior): tOast jie, done with the pre-lab?

me: oi, don’t call me ‘jie’. Geli la…

lab-partner: oh, ok…..

but he went on to address me as ’sis’ all the time after that. Big difference la now?

I seriously CAN NOT stand these. If I die young, they might play a big factor.