Tumultuous Times

so much has happened since the semester began. i vaguely remember this time, last year. then, i was very much in love; in love with life itself. i pretty much accepted what life had to offer back then. i was carefree and young. not that i’m not young now, but i was younger. as the days dragged on, somehow any form of fervour and happiness seemed to fade away, and i was slowly blanketed by darkness before i eventually got struck by my very own personal bolt of lightning. shaken, but enlightened once more, i made my own decisions. i chose to be what i am, spoke my mind and decided to put my brains to good use. i miss the good ol’ times though, where trouble didn’t use to be a friend. before, i used to think i smile too much. now i still do. the costs of merriment: wrinkles and fine lines :(

there was much relaxation during the first few weeks of the semester. i got myself preoccupied with daily activities, which proved to be extremely satisfactory. gym, squash, badminton, and midnight pool or movie sessions were the main reasons why i’ve been incredibly busy. but it pays off working out at the gym, really. i was well prepared for my 11km run, and managed to be the 152nd runner to complete the run. proud! :D

may i also whine, groan, and fume over my previous semester results? for the first time ever in history, i got a B for english. to make matters worse, it was a B+, which meant that i was this close to obtaining an A. if i’ve gotten a B, at least i would’ve resigned to fate and not complained as much. papa says i’m overconfident and cocky. perhaps he’s true. le sigh :(

and there was the concert, where i had my first star struck moment when i met the all-american rejects. i was lucky enough to get tyson ritter and nick wheeler on my left and right during the photo session, where tyson actually put his hand on my shoulder! /swoons. methinks i’ll never forget that moment :P plus, nick was friendly and said hi :DDD the concert was real good, god bless the poor souls who couldn’t enjoy themselves that day.

with prom night coming up as the next major event, evidently there is much to be done and planned. i thank my stars i’ve been given the wonderful post of finalist coordinator once more, for i reckon it is a rather leisurely job. there was this moment of vexation that presented itself; when the theme was ultimately decided, which required the shes of the committee to put on flowery frocks for the photo shoot. honestly, dress shopping puts me to sleep. similar to a chore, it is a terrible bore. that actually rhymed –.- thankfully, i managed to get hold of one that didn’t appear to be aunty-looking or make me look like a grandma. have you seen me in my dress? i reallyreallyreally adore it :D

also, i almost missed my accounts test on friday. i overslept and didn’t attend business economics in the morning because i didn’t hear my alarm sound. there’s always this mysterious state where my subconscious semi extremely drowsy mind would realise that my alarm is ringing and subsequently lead to me turning off the alarm without realising it. i wonder if this happens to others as well. or am i too much of an anomaly? :) anyway, back to econs. if it weren’t for liu, who’s such a dear, calling me after class to check if i’d have breakfast with her; i would’ve slept till god knows when and completely missed the test. at times, i really question my pigtitude ;(

who’ll be so kind to bring me to watch new moon? geez, i feel like such a kid :D

just for you

i feel terrible. in fact, there’s this whirlwind of emotions threatening to huff and puff and blow away every bit of rationality i have within me. is it so wrong to enjoy life the way it is now? to savour this moment of joy we so rarely manage to attain? apparently it is not, especially not with rumours flying and when tongues are wagging. and if you ever feel the same way, i shall fear the worst: our friendship will be ruined. and it would all be due to my idiocy. therefore, i shall take it as i’m in the wrong, and i’ll consider this case closed. and everybody lives happily ever after.

much love, my dear friend.

The Wait

I wonder if it’s worth it.

October

has come. Timetables are out. It’s almost time to get back to the everyday routine of waking up to *insert song of preference* which, in my case is Viva la Vida; :) hitting the snooze button and attempting to make the most out of the measly 5 mins; arriving to classes on time without unleashing the wrath of tutors; meeting others in-between classes; pondering over where to grab lunch… the list goes on.

Here’s a sad yet touching video to remind us all to treasure the ones around us; those who seem to be, on the surface unimportant to us, when in reality we know we can’t get by without their presence. Enjoy :)

Oh, and Happy Octoberrrrrr to all of you :)

Re: Shareholder

I’m not a big fan of jumping into conclusions, nor do I give credit to lunatics who diss others online for the sake of abating their anger. But Allien’s most recent ‘Shareholder’ post is spot on. I know I shouldn’t regard it as hilarious, since I reckon I’m the supposed slut-slash-bitch in her post but I guess I really had that coming. Thank you for the enlightenment, btw. And I really appreciate your sticking up for me, my mind is officially cleared :D

On a different note, the one and only Singapore plan has been cancelled. Papa and mama left for Johor today without me. So instead of lazing and/or moping around the house, I have decided to make full use of the parent-free environment and add productivity to these 4 days starting from now. Eg. blogging, blog-stalking, napping, sleeping as early at 4am, watching prison break till my lenses dry and shrivel up, yakking on the phone and texting till dawn… the list goes on. Some of you out there might have the assumption that I’ve got no life, but to me, there’s nothing more enjoyable than this. Kills me with joy knowing that I can escape from hours of incessant plus excessive nagging :D

Surprisingly, September is drawing to an end. And to think I was actually dreading September a couple of posts back. Soon it will be October, which translates into my final college semester. *grins* As much as I disliked September, I have to admit that it was quite enjoyable spending a minimum 10 hours daily, cramming in the study room for 3 whole weeks. Basically it just drives the endorphins in me wild knowing that there are others out there who are also frantically attempting to memorize and understand 3 months worth of notes and tutorials :P

Studying is fun when you get to…

de-stress by editing photos on your touch screen phone

bother the unaware

act like a drunk and get free piggybacks

catch a gay couple in action ;)

spend 3.5 guilt-free hours at the mamak till 5am

and lastly,

camwhore in a ‘funky’ hairdo :D

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Shoo Ann the prawn and I managed to catch The Ugly Truth at Mid Valley on Thursday, and I totally agree with the fact that women actually do have the tendency to be control freaks and are driven to select their dream man based on their self-composed checklist. (Yes, I do that myself. So don’t say I didn’t warn you) Meanwhile, I simply cannot disagree with how the movie describes men. Curious? Go watch The Ugly Truth then :)

Next up is the continuation of how much I adore public transportation ― namely the KTM. Prawn and I boarded the KTM at Subang, and of all places to sit, she chose to sit with some sort of hippie. Worse still, she didn't exactly sit next to him, I did. So this weirdo actually introduced himself (very courteous, blah off!) and made us shake hands. We stupidly told him our names, and were so afraid he’d search for us on facebook :( Thank goodness it’s not easy to spell my name, and Prawn’s is somewhat common. Well, after the initial ‘introductions’, the man proceeded to ask how old were we, where were we headed, etc.

Hippie: So how old are you?

Me: 21 *fakes smile*

Hippie: So small sized! Where are you going? KL Sentral?

Me: Uhh, yeah. Stopping at KL Sentral to meet a friend.*looks away*

The Hippie then shifted his position and brushed his hand against my arm. (I feel so raped, can!?!?!?) And it’s not just once, the fucker touched me a few times. *Cusses nonstop* I sat really close to Prawn, and then he placed his arm on my seat like he owned me. WTF? Then he resumed his mumbling symposium in the form of Cantonese phrases.

Hippie: Ni hao ma? Chi bao le ma?

Me: *Incredulous* Sorry, I don’t understand Chinese.

Prawn: Yeah, I’m actually half Korean and half Chinese. She’s Chinese but doesn’t understand Cantonese.

Hippie continued to make small talk but I rudely ignored. Coincidently, Prawn’s college mate entered the train and sat opposite us.

Prawn’s Friend: Where are you going?

Prawn: Oh, we’re going to Mid… KL Sentral.

Me: Yeah, we’re going to “Mid a friend” *shoots Prawn nasty glare*

I couldn’t stand the Hippie anymore, and told Prawn that I wanted to leave and talk to a friend. The retard was actually eavesdropping and had the cheek to ask me where I wanted to go. I honestly wanted to say that I wanted to tell him to eff off and stop bothering me. After we left, Prawn told me that he remained at his seat, staring at us. Few stops later, he got up and left the carriage. Before leaving, he tapped the train door and loudly said, “Leng Lui, I’m going now, bye bye!” I pretended to not hear and didn’t bother looking at him, but Prawn actually waved sayonara and a few other passengers snickered xD

And that concludes one of my many encounters with disgusting weirdoes on the train.

What do you think? ;)