Now ain't that sad?

Well now dear bloggers and readers alike. I have been told by the outgoing president that the publication doesn't need me anymore. Said he, it was a decision by "all the committee" but a few calls and the allegations that "all committee" were agreeable was clearly not true. I instantly called him again and demanded a show-cause letter, which has yet to arrive. I sincerely hope it's not a personal vendetta. Of course, everyone can even see it, that I'm not too agreeable with the new president too, but of course, I have solid reasons for my doubts. Unless I have missed the "The publication reserves all rights to revoke your membership" I'm not going to let myself lie down low and be trampled upon. And until I have received the show-cause letter, I'm just going to make it clear I'm not leaving without a fighting chance.

Relieved, at least, for the moment.

So, technically, I'm quite relieved that our Talkshow has come to an end. That marks another improvement for this semester, seeing that we actually beat the odds of performing a talkshow with only like, only three days of practise and rehearsal. Not too bad I would say, plus the effort we actually put in is less than 10 hours in total.
Loans and semester fees are settled. Gonna have Mock Meeting tomorrow.
I'm just a tard bit disappointed right now. The reason? Pretty simple. It's MMU awards. Apparently, because of some internal, or more like personal conflict with the soon-to-be prez, he's leaving me off the list on MMU awards. Meaning, I don't get to go because of some personal vendetta. I swear once he comes in and starts being the new boss, everything's gonna fall apart from the way he governs things.

Anyone has anymore seat for MMU awards? T.T

Boring little me.

So, I'm still alive, and kicking, most importantly. I don't know about you, but I bagged class today. I guess I just felt like taking the day off. I'm quite bored at the moment. Can't really think of anything to do.
I'm a kind of person who shouldn't think at all, ya know, cause, thinking makes the mind go wild, and me being wild is not a good thing. Whenever I start thinking, I get sad.
So, yesterday, I noticed that the SPBians nominated me as the "Entertainer of the Year"I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing since their words reek with sarcasm anyway, though I'm not the only one being nominated. Chun How made the list too.
I guess I'm just gonna move from my bed now, get freshened up, have some breakfast.. although it's already.. iono, 2.22 pm?

Yes, I've just yelled at him, and blocked him over the MSN. I'm so mad.. and maybe out of my mind this time. I told him to go away and leave me alone. Some people say that we still could be friends. But what's the point of having friends like these? People that make you disappointed over and over again. People that don't understand how much effort you've given in and just expect a little gratitude in return.
It seems like we were not even suppose to know each other, since so many conflict happens every time we try to talk. Since he's always siding his friends anyway. I guess the next best step now is to avoid him completely.
Selfish bastard... I'd really hope I'm not stupid enough to do the things floating in my head now..

Disappointed again.

Yes, people, I'm a very fragile creature. I get disappointed almost half the time.
Someone kept me awake till 3.17 am to be precise because he told me to wait for him. That's the last time I'm going to be so stupid.

And then there was another classmate. Woke up at 9 am today, and I texted him.
"Woke up yet?"
And at 10.14 am he replied, "Just woke up. Why?"
And I replied instantly, "Asking if you wanna have breakfast."
His following reply was "I just ate already." and he sent that to me at a conveniently late hour, 1.30 pm.
Dear lord, why do I have people like these as friends? Do they not treasure time? Plus, don't they like.. feel guilty making someone wait for them and let them down? Especially when I asked for breakfast, I don't mean brunch or lunch. I mean BREAKFAST, so reply BEFORE noon at least.

Dad's Birthday. Am I feeling disapointed...

Yes, it is my father's birthday today, but for some reason, I feel bad and disappointed. with my self and my brothers.
It happened this morning when I was planning to foot the dinner bill along with my brothers. I mean, come on, it's our father's birthday but guess what? My elder brother doesn't want to. I thought, "Fine, he doesn't really have a lot of money anyway." then I approached my younger brother, whom I thought might have a little more sense and money to begin with, but ahoi! He too INDIRECTLY rejected the idea, and said the very same thing my elder brother did. "Pa said he doesn't want us to spend any money for his birthday."
Oh am I proud? I have two filial brothers who suddenly decided not to spend any money for my father's birthday because my father said so!
Ya know... I was.. like.. sigh.. never mind. Since I can't do this, I'll prolly do something else. I noticed the bill for the dinner was about 140, so if it was divided by three of us, it would have been about iono.. 50 bucks more or less per person? That's not too much to ask isn't it? But NO! They want to be filial sons. I guess I'm going to get my father a belated gift tomorrow. Maybe Chris can help me pick out something from the store. She's that good at buying things and shopping anyway.

Happy Birthday pa.

Securing the past.

So I've managed to secure some really old photos. Old paintings to be exact and god knows how much they worth. I'm a little disappointed though, cause my grandaunt, who's about my mum's age, is quite, ignorant to say the least when it comes to art and antiques. My uncle took out a piece of certificate with my great grandmother's photo attached onto it. It's a really old certificate, almost to the stage of tearing apart but still clear, written in ancient Chinese lettering. I was quite fascinated with it, but once it reached my grandaunt's hand, she just tore the photo out and crumpled and dumped the rest of the precious certificate into the dustbin. I was like... WTF??! You ignorant bitch! She's not directly related to me anyway, just.. some distant relative and she has been residing in Australia, leaving her old mother alone here. I don't even know she exist..
As I was eyeing some old stamps in my great grandmother's possessions, I kinda prayed hard that she doesn't tear them off ignorantly. Thank god, she didn't, but the saddest part was, SHE decided to keep them. "I collect stamps!" she said cheerfully, as if she wasn't even perturbed by her mum's death.
I swear I was really really disappointed. I mean, you're going back to Australia! Why the hell do you collect Australian stamps for??! You should be collecting Malaysian stamps! Those 20 sen and 50 sen stamps! Gimme those Australian stamps, damn it!
But out of due respect, I kept my mouth shut, whimpering inside at those poor antiques being discarded ignorantly into the dustbin.

And she seems almost happy when I found some hidden cash in the briefcase belonging to my great grandmother. I mean, yes, I know those money are yours now, but can't you keep that grin off and stay calm until you leave? That's just so rude..

I decided to be clever a moment ago..

Yes, and guess what? I stepped on a nail. God knows if it's a rusty nail too. It was dark. So, my heels were bleeding non-stop for about 10 minutes or so, with more fresh blood oozing out minutes after minutes. It a good sign though, not the steeping-on-nail event, but the oozing of blood. At least I'm kinda relieved that the blood flows out instead of staying inside because it might just turn wrong if the blood clots there and goes into my system with essence of rusty nail. Yup, hence develop what we call "kancing gigi" and god knows what's it called in English again..
And this got me thinking. It really has nothing to do with "gigi" (teeth) at all, so why call it "kancing gigi"? Sometimes, the Bahasa language is a mockery itself. Like how we say orange juice and they call it "jus oren". And this brings me to the word "joystick". Yup.. I wonder... "Kayu ria" ? (Kayu for stick and ria for joy)
You know... like a simple manual on my computer, "Plug the joystick into the hole." can just sound so wrong and out of context when translated directly.


"Sumbatkan kayu ria ke dalam lubang itu." (Which literally meant 'Stuff that happy stick into that hole' in another way.)

8 am class tomorrow. Gonna start being an ass to that guy who hits me with doubts. Kekeke~

PS : I just remembered, "kancing gigi" is called "Tetanus". It kinda slipped my mind for a moment there.

Muahaha~ Je suis extatique!

So, the French listening test went really well. Haha~ Never was I ever so relaxed for a test.
Just had my dinnah~ I pigged. Feeling a little guilty now because I just had an intense slimming exercise and now it's all futile.. Boo~
Feel like going out now but hanging out alone is boring.. =="
Anyone wants to go out?

I R Late 4 Clazz~

But... I'm still sitting here Facebooking in SPR.. Cool right?
French listening in half an hour. Bless us all.