Not Fun Anymore

It was the last Comparative Religion class of the semester. There was to be a Q&A session between Muslims and non-muslims, or so. As always, the class was quiet. I was quiet.

But when one finally musters up the courage to break the silence……

“Why can’t Muslims eat pork?”, was the question.

I almost dropped to the floor hearing that.

The lecturer’s leaving for his homeland (Bosnia, I think), it’s the last class, it’s the rarest chance you get to have an open discussion regarding religion in this whole engineering programme, and that’s ALL you have?

Seriously, go READ A BOOK!!!

(That’s why I said our generation is in decline. He’s at least a final year student already and yes, he might be smart in studies, but can you spot how many mistakes he made by just asking that question? It’s all about the right moves if you wanna survive in this world, darling.)

and no, I wouldn’t want to ask any question because I don’t want to cause an uproar. Though it’s called an open discussion.

But I actually had half a mind to ask the lecturer about where our country is heading to with this current trend of the Malays being obsessed about everything Middle Eastern, because he can be just about it, since he’s Muslim and not from either regions.

You don’t think there’s even a slight tendency of Malays trying to emulate those Arabians?

Just look around, the Malays, from what I understand, weren’t so closed-minded about ‘aurat’ and stuff, like 2 decades ago. They walk around in sarongs, for goodness’ sake. And now, some give you a dagger-stare if ever YOU(not Malay) walk around in your shorts.

What’s that, yo?

And it’s not only in dressing, you can even notice their change in thinking and family values if you look close enough. It’s everywhere, in tv shows, advertisements and stuff. The girls are all trying to be demure and covered-up, the guys all trying to be alim and grow beards. Oh, btw, I DESPISE Mawi. He’s a joke.

But in the end, I figured, there’s no point talking about it. It wouldn’t change a thing and I have already a rough idea where it’s heading to. No point making all the Malays in my class hate me, eh?

(they might hate me just because I said they’re copycats, you know, nobody likes being called that.)

If you don’t think it is happening, let’s have a thorough discussion about it. I’m very interested in what others have to say about it.

Never mind me.

It’s exam time….time to lay low and study, study, study…

Oh, btw, I think My dad reads this blog. I guess my mom would read it too, if she’s so inclined to.

*waves* Hi ma, hi Pa    XD

(time to start deleting expletives…. -_-”….)

I saw a missed call registered on my phone screen just now. Not a known number.

I called back , which I usually wouldn’t, but because I have a test right after that that I wouldn’t want to risk having my phone going off then.

So, yeah, I called back and said “hello”.

“hello”, answered the other side.

Not knowing what else to say, I asked, “who is this?”. Though I know that it is freaking rude to be calling and asking ‘who is this?’. Pardon me, but I really have nothing else I want to know right then. Or maybe I should start off nicely…. like ‘you called me just now, I wonder if there’s anything I can do to help you?’. But I have no time for these cordialities. ; P

and then…….

the other side ended the call.

like…..

*click*……*doo*……*doo*

what have I done to deserve this??

What is it that he/she didn’t like?

my voice?

the way I posed my question?

-__-”

is it karma?

retribution?

that I didn’t save that stupid ant from drowning?

that I smacked that mosquitoe mosquito because it annoyed me?

seriously, what is it?

Sien ahh….

Shitload of work to do.

But I feel so sien….. do my work for me can? I belanja makan lor….

I wanna just go and sleep.

*haih*

You throw them back and scream “Screw you!!! You Fucktard!!!”.

It is impossible to summarize crap and come up with an OH!!SO-PROFOUND!! essay. Group mates gave me shit-shallow summaries of 4 books and I’m supposed to make an essay out of them.

(Like, ‘hey, this sounds important…maybe I should highlight this part and tOast would do something about it……*highlight..zzt…zzt….scribble scribble*……there you go, I’m done with this article’)

YOU THINK I CAN DO MAGIC AHHH???

Fuck!!

I spent close to 3 hrs yesterday midnight(morning) staring at a piece of blank paper, not knowing what to do next. Nothing I’ve read from the summaries registered on my mind. Intermittently, ‘I’m screwed’ would be running through my mind. It’s so depressing but I can’t go to bed because I gulped down a can of coffee, thinking it should keep me awake and that I can finish the essay before I go to bed. And it did keep me awake. I can usually crap…write stuff easily…no matter how lousy the raw material is. This is impossible!!

I bet you that half the time, they don’t even know what the particular sentence they highlighted meant.

I’m so screwed.

T.T

I like!!

Super-massive-bitch!!!

She cut my calls, ignores my msges and didn’t pass me the homework!!! Ngarghhhh…… I hope she rots in hell…..

Really, of all the above, I paling beefed is the one where she cut my call…

I so desperate until I told her that it’s ok even if she didn’t finish the homework but just gimme back the article so that I can summarize and compile it into our report.

That also….

NO RESPONSE WEIH!!!

The offer not good enough?

Like, better than….

“Hi, if you still cut my calls and ignore my messages, you’ll risk being kicked out of the group. Fuck the article la, I rather go to the library again and get another one just to see you pleading to the lecturer not to fail you. So, can you pass me the article, summarized, in an hours time? Because I have things to do besides waiting for that miserable article of yours, bitch.”

She had 3 weeks to come up with a one-page, simple summary and it’s not about some nuclear physics thingiemajig ok?

Whoa… I’m like so close to being up there with mother Theresa already ok?

I could’ve brainwashed everyone to agree to kick her out of the group. They’re also very sien with her di lor….. She doesn’t turn up for classes/meetings and stuff. Passing the homework to her in the first place was also very tough….because of her disappearing acts and refusal to respond to our msges or calls. The most unforgivable one was the fact that she didn’t even bother to turn up on our presentation day, no need to mention la….she didn’t help out for presentation stuff also.
Like, have a piece of char siew as a groupmate oso better ah…

AT LEAST CAN MAKAN!!

or smack people’s face with.

or……

makan.

with rice.

or ramen.

Now I have to get another article without getting the joy in seeing her burn in front of the lecturer. She should be bloody thankful we didn’t do anything to her this time.

…bitching, that is.

I’m one to bitch but never doing anything about it. I know it, my friends know and I’m not doing anything about it.

I am cowardy, maybe. I also dislike confrontations, it makes me queasy.  Sometimes, it’s for me to say ‘it’s over, don’t think about it anymore’ or ‘thank god I didn’t anything stupid’ because, given my spur-of-the-moment-dumbassness, I would’ve done something I will regret much later on.

That’s why, I can only resort to bitching.

I truly cherish people who bitch with me, though dragging them along has probably accumulated enough sins to send me to hell. Yeah, i think in every other religion, slander and gossips are like BIG, yeah? So, MAKING people do it would be even bigger now, wouldn’t it?

Like now, I need to do some MASSIVE bitching.

Who free ah?