Penny’s Spasticity down in WoRdS

Dearest bloggie….Oh gosh, i so so miss you…i again, forgotton about you….don’t be sad on me, kays?

Anyways, the reason why, i’m even at www.friendster.com is also partly related to the title of this blog. I realised all my colleagues/seniors friendsters…. personally facebook is better, but was going tru friendster (stalking my new jie jies and kor kors) damn lame….but wth, thats life right? meeting new ppl…making new frens….

Anyway, then, again, i saw you again, you bloggie…

I realised i miss quite a huge chapter of my life, without a blog, i didn’t blog about the period where i had my a-levels finals,then results, i left out a-levels ball…..A-Levels holidays, working at FRIDAYs and also all the crying sad moments when i had to send of all my ling lings to their respective ‘tuk shi’ places…

The most recent and the saddest was when Ken left…now that its still fresh on my mind, will blog about this….i know i know its so stupid cos we have facebook friendster emails and lalalala…so wats the big deal? Its not about Ken leavin / left…Its about parting with one phasse of your life…and moving on…

The nite at the airport, i vaguely remember now, but i feel the need to write it down, the emotions and etc…

It was Saturday, juniors were having their 10KM hike, blardy farking hot…just like any normal scout saturday…again me, planning the routes, doing the work…lalala (haha, C2pid Ken)…then, near the end of troop, Ken came and waved goodbye…(Then realised, OMG its his ‘LAST’ troop meeting!)

Yeaps, 10 years of friendship… and out of the 10 years, 8 years in scouts….Thats a lot of scouts…..I realised how taken forgranted this friendship is… always the same person, the same clique of frens…us doing things together, hanging out, working together, singing negaraku on national day atop the reservoir, sleep-overs, camps, trips, and so on so on….

Then why was it that made 3 sweet girls bawl like that at the airport? Now i’m thinking back, seems illogical isn’t it? Not that he was our BF or was he dead? Thinking back, damn farnie…But then again, i knoe the answer to this….Ken is Ken…. The activity centre…

The dude who calls for mamak, movies, plans trips, go waterfall, bug us go MC Ds at 3am, jump-start our car at 3am even tho he got exam tomorrow, buys us booze (thanks ken), leads the other guys so that they don’t jump around like monkeys, drive us to eat crab in klang, being always the only guy on our ‘chi mui’ nights, do hawaian dance in front of entire school (bollocks man), throw surprise parties, settle our problems in camps, being a good ‘kor kor’.

So its not about Ken, its about the centre not being the centre anymore, retired, so actiavities also will cease….and everyone else also dispersing to every corner of the globe… So its not a sad thing, just that a part of me  (+ those girls who bawled) like Alicia said, we’re unwilling to part with this ‘make-shift’ family of ours since high-school, that we chose to cling close together… But Ken is right, its time to explore new horizons and not be over dependant on one another…

Now that about one month has passed, Ken’s rite, and we’re ok… its not like all of are not good frens anymore…deep down we know, in any way, any case, any day, we really need someone to help out, hear us out, understand us, we can call or meet one another, anyone of us…we can do that any day…there is no need to ‘lets keep in touch’ cos i think, we’re more than that…its not necessary..

Related story, 2 days back, Kirsty called for ‘mamak’. Haven’t seen her in ages…5 ppl who hardly spoke in 2 years…sat down in a dark walk-alley around a plastic table, instead of the usual cliche, hi how u doing? nonsense chat u always get….we were chatting away like we did hang out everyday…Jin Wei once said, during richards farewell…I haven’t seen him or talked to him for ages…and as usual i was ‘proper’ and launched into cliche talk…"Oh HI, how’s uni?" dadadada…..about 2 sentences later, guess what he said to me…Ermm…Penny, can we skip the nonsense talk section? and go straight to the point? Its damn lame la…we don’t need that la….(he also has this theory that he thinks all humans should skip that section too) I disagreed on that, but i agreed with him too, that its unnecessary for me to cliche talk to him….cos its Jin Wei!

Thats what’s so profound about this ‘bond’ we have….dunno how to explain also…but yea, dun see us together often, prolly even more not often from now on…but its in the heart…will always have the heart for each other…

lol…this is an emo post…but it has to be written, whether i like it or not…i want to be…

ok..tired…zzzzz…..work…..

 Never been to Langkawi ever until now. Have always thought I’ll take a trip to this beautiful island with the DUrians cos we talked n fantasized quite alot about the place and mb about the cheap booze. In the end, I organised a trip with my uni course-mates, ppl that I’ve just met or  known for not too long.

         See how life can be so damn unpredictable? U will never know what life will throw in your way..just like I never thought that I would be majoring in Economics let alone like it, or yeah, go to Langkawi with the UOL year one ‘kawans’ and ended up organising the trip too! Life life, u are so full of surprises, just makes me want to stay alive longer just to see what may come….


   

All my cool kawans…scorching suns my frens n we digged it. (un-malaysian)

The multi-billion dollar Skybridge. Notice the entire structure is supported only by one blue fat beam.

Pulau Payar Marine Park. Clear blue water but notice, most of the corals are dead….

Langkasuka Beach Resort, Padang Matsirat where we stayed. Our own beach….

Langkasuka Beach Resort Sunset, framed…hihihi

Black Sand beach…

Black Sand Beach Sunset

Black Sand Beach Sunset

Look at those colours, don’t you just want to paint this? I wish I could….

Tanjung Rhu…..endless, neverending….

OMG, i dont really know where to start…SO much has passed and so much needs to be said and wants to be heard by someone/something. Guess i’ll just start from whats in my head right now, at this moment.
Yesterday, i think, my good friend, Dipesh. After being my very good friend for this whole uni year, discovered i ‘had’ a blog. Seriously u, my bloggie, i kinda forgotten about your very existence. So i came here today, and read you (soemthing i’ve never done before) and its interesting and so fun actually to read your own blog like its another talking, like not you….and blardy hell this was onli 2 years ago?? then i was kinda happiee/ecstatic.nostalgic that i had like a record of past thoughts/experiences during the 18 posts that i’ve posted (which i thought were merely a whole bunch of mumble jumble bullshit that no self-repecting soul would wanna read) but i read it, and i’m energized by what i thought before….I really don’t have words to describe this, its just plain weird to read what u owned before but read it as if it were something new of belonging to another person.

For the past 2 months or so, i’ve given up on HELP’s parkin system and KL’s horrible lack of parking space and extremely exhorbitant rip-off parking charges that i can say that now I’m fully dependent on the ‘MALAYSIAN’ public transport system to and fro uni. I had my ‘experiences’ with public buses during the hey days of a-levels but shortly found my car-pool college buddy (liz) and had stayed loyal to my SLK (small little kancil) eversince….not till now….

HELP is sure either gaining a shit-lot of new students lately or the average uni going household is just getting soo much richer that the inflating oil prices and prices of everything else can be deemed as ‘negligible’ for them to afford more cars for their precious lil darlings to zoom zoom to school.

Whateva the case, i swear i wont get any parkin if i come in after 10am…
So hey, Mr public bus, here i come to join the public transport dependent group. To tell you the truth, u would think i am about to launch into an all out attack on the public transport system right? Nopes, actually not….sitting in the bus (most of the time alone) had given me time to think and notice alot….sometimes when i look around the bus, and think of its rates/routes/system, i could sense the person ‘up there’ who planned all these (just the rapid bus system i mean). and i can see him/her like i knew her or something. i can see his/her logic in the smallest details (i.e. the dustbin) and good thing is, i think the dude or the gal had thought things over well enough (at least for me).

Anyway, the buses are first world stds, its clean, the temperature is always below 23 degree celcius internally, fully
functional hydraulic doors….nice color combinations. I feel comfortable sitting in the bus (like its even better than driving) when its not packed.I can even read in the bus. Now heys, whats the catch?

You know one thing about being Malaysian? Its this inside motto you always tell yourself "to not expect too much"…..not in resentment of my own country or trying to act snobby and pretend I am above all others. Its like when u love somebody, and that somebody disappoints you, you get hurt…thats how i feel about Malaysia…so i learnt not to expect too much from this new admiration i had for the public buses (or the person who planned and designed the system)…..true enuff, something had to fuck up….

All these happened within a week.

Story 1 The bus so called ‘broke down’ few days ago, 15 mins walk from my house…..in actual fact, the driver was too lazy to drive us to the sub-individual housing stops and decided to call ‘quits’ at one-utama….so nvm, shit happens, so i walked…..unfortunately, i think it was something like 35 degree celcius or soemthing, cos i fell sick after that….

story 2 : last wednesday, i saw an old ‘ahpo’ walking towards the one-utama stop (which is the stop of all stops-something like klsentral for buses). she was approaching the stop so very slowly, that it really pained me to see her… feeling bad, i went and lent her my hand and guided
her to the stop…she asked me direction questions in cantonese, i understood her questions, but was clueless as to where she was heeding, so i went and asked the admin ‘office’ / bus conductors resting place for help….those buggers damn horrible….just like ‘tak layan’, not me but ‘tak layan’ the old ahpo…i looked ahpo up closely, and noticed she prolly had somekind of eye cataract thingie (since a whitish looking tofu layer was lining her eyeballs), so come on man! she is almost blind already!

I wanted to yell at the bus drivers/conductors for their lack of tact…but i kept my cool…."bang tolonglah bang, nenek dah tua, nak tahu macam mana nak pergi ke sentosa-17? tolonglah…." so he kinda ‘obliged’…."ambil bas T82 tapi kena jalan jauh lah…"

So i asked again "tak da cara lain ke?" nenek murmured soemthing to him at the same time….abang bas said "macam tu ambil 616 la…" then my bus T82 came, i had to run (was already running late for class) so i told to ‘ahpo’ loudly (my paranoia, mb she’s slightly deaf too?) "auntie, lei tap 616 basi ho yi toh sentosa ke la….lei tang 616 basi, kei chu…" then i fled….ran….for my bus…

Honestly, i dont blame the bus drivers, i guess its not in their job description? hello, mr planner up there, wanna make one-utama your bus sentral, where’s the info counter dude? most ppl (i noticed) who take busses, are either : malay cleaner ladies, students, foreign workers, or senior citizens….surprisingly, the latter makes up quite a large proportion…so, point is, they really would appreciate any help…sure u print leaflets, most seniors, who take the bus, are illiterate.

In another unrelated story 3 days ago, in the STAR newspaper, was a letter to THE STAR from this 70+ lady who took the KTM train and had to take a poo in the train loo…she had somekind of constipation, the bus conductor shooed her out of the loo, saying she was taking too long…OMG…and guess what? the poor nenek shat in her pants, then they threw her off the train….(the arseholes)…then she wrote to the STAR to complain, or more like ber-emo about it…..i dunno who is more pitiable, the old nenek or the shameful ‘rest of us’…

story 3 : very often, when i say this, its kinda like once a week, i see a brand new rapid KL bus break down…like wtf? the bus is friggin 6 months old…what is wrong? (reminds me of brand new gen-2s breaking down). Unfortunately, for me, yesterday, my bus really like really ‘broke down’….this time, bestnya! 45 mins walk home….and I was actually, thankful for it….haven’t been physically active for some time, a nice walk would be alrite considering the weather was almost perfect…then again, this is Malaysia…something is sure to fuck up again….45 mins walk = 45 mins worth of ‘chit chit, oi ah moi’ chit chit chit….leng lui fiii weet….horn horn…farking pissed me off (altho i maintained an oblivious face)….then i remember, yeah penny, this was the reason why u dont walk to get anywhere…Mind you, i walk to the bus-stop and from the bus-stop everyday, and its like onli less than 5 mins from my house, also i feel damn harrassed ready…OMG, so stress…this is not my idea of a self-esteem boost…nononono…yeah so much for saving the world/save energy, we must walk…..sorry la, i rather kill the world lor…And about the buses…i think some dude up there, tender for the supply of bus engines, pocket some and then buy cheaper ones….bus breaks down, delay in transportation, huge economics loses, increased stress, decrease confidence in rapid kl’s name…seriously, 6 months is just too early to break down, and not one bus, like many buses….or mb maintenance dude pocketing some money too….what a shame….to please oneself, the nation pays ( and i really pity those cleaner ladies, they hop on the bus and they reallly like rush to board it, cos they work till like 5pm, the bus comes at 5pm, if they miss 5pm bus, the next one wll be like 30 mins later or so, and will be packed to the brim, they get home? 6.40pm….what about cooking dinner etc?) its a mad rush everyday…so what happens if 5.30pm bus breaks down?

Then there are the random cases of perverse conducts and what not, which i think are so damn minor by now…that i think we could deem as neglectable flaws…So, heya public bus man up there…i applaud u for the ‘drastic’ upgrade from 3rd world public bus to 1st world…but seriously, what are we gonna do about the 3rd world mentality?

However bad and ugly, i learnt to be thankful and grateful (wait till you hear stories about kenya or india from foreign friends), so in a way, we’re better off just not good enough….yet…

Wowwee, despite the sombre mood reflected in the title of this post, surprisingly, it does not affect me.

I thought that when this term commences, it would be the end of all things good and the beginning all things bad. Guess i was wrong…

College isn’t 1/2 as bad as it was before. Everyone is kinda adjusting. Its been 9 months anyway.

A friend (one year my junior actually) taught me a valuable lesson. Its not her that teaches, its her naive nature that awakens. The simplicity of her mind.

For a child of five, it would be rather easy for him to mingle among peers. The younger they are the easier. That’s because the eye of a child sees and his mind is unable to process the dissimilarities of one individual to another.

But compare him to a child of 13 for example. His eyes see and his mind recognise more and more dissimilarities. The sad thing is, it worsens as you age.

Soon, we would be like the ‘world’ and be part of the ‘world’. Distinguishing skin colour, differentiating race/religion/social status/language (even the way which a particular language is spoken…Manglish vs English?). Even stupendous things like attire/hair colour/eye colour are contributing factors to being distinguishable.

The bottom line is, everybody is quite the same, 99.999999% the same, regardless of race/skin colour/ancestry/social standing. If we start looking at the world in this ‘light’, maybe sitting for coffee with Mahathir doesn’t sound like such a bad idea isn’t it?? He was a baby once, sucking on his thumb, he was a boy once, had his fears, dreamt his dreams, and now he’s there on some sort of pedestal, untouchable,is he?? I hope i can learn to say no, more like unlearn.

The point is, there are lots of people that we brush shoulders with throughout our lives. It might be a lecturer, or a classmate, a colleague, famous people, relatives…etc.etc. But, out of these thousands of people that pass us by, how many of them know of each other’s existence let alone be acqauinted with…so its ironically sad when i think of it this way…

Bye Bye Holidays…sob…sob..

          ‘Back to college’ 3 WORDS to describe today and the day before today and the day before yesterday and the day before the day before yesterday and the day before the day before the day before yesterday. Yups thats a whole week….oopps, sorry, the day before yesterday, was Independence Day!! and it was a holiday.

Li Xia asked me a stoopid question the day before Independence Day. She said, "Penny what do you think about when people mention ‘Merdeka’?" My first reaction was "HOLIDAY!" and Li Xia said "Thats what everybody says." "But when i asked my mother the same question, she would think about Tunku Abdul Rahman shouting Merdeka Merdeka Merdeka, Dataran Merdeka and u know all that crap"…..Hmmmmnnn, here’s a thought or maybe a question, "What does Merdeka mean to people of our generation??"

Anyway, Holidays, were well spent. Piano exams were okay but i did make a major blooper. There is this piece by Chopin apparently which i didn’t know it was for 1 1/2 years playing it cos’ i am always ever so blur and i also don’t read my piano scores…I learn the song and then i program it into my head as like memorise it and then the book becomes redundant.

But i can’t just play from memory during my exam right??. So, my piano teacher would remind me about reading my scores and flipping the page (Its a 5 page song) at the right places. She even taught me which hand to use.

During my examination, while playing my third piece, all that was running through my head was how i was supposed to turn the page after this bar or that bar and blablabla, talk about scoring points for being expressive. How do u do that when ur mind is somewhere else?? and i don’t know what happened, As my fingers were prancing across the keys and eyes fixed on my piano scores (but not exactly on the note that i was playing) ,At about halfway through the second page, subconsciously i flipped the page…..ARgGGhhHHHH!!! WTF??

And i could’ve just continued playing because everything single note i played was by memory anyway but NOoooo, i had to stop for like 2 seconds and flip back to where i was supposed to be playing and then only resumed playing…How odd it must be for the examiner. He must think i am some kind of joke or something….Sighs watever…don’t care anymore…God Please Make Him Pass Me…

BTw, IELTS sucked, i have a problem listening/reading/concentrating on things…my scores for speaking, listening and reading sucked….I actually left a lot of things out or lets just say missed out when i was supposed to be listening intently to that stupid tape recording…Whats wrong with me??? Why can’t i pay attention?? and speaking too….was a problem.

Cameron Highlands is not a nice place. But the people who went on that trip with me was all i needed for it to be nothing short of fantastic.

Okay i am a lil bit tired now…although i am not quite done blogging…but i need need need to sleep…ZZZZZZ

Wow, can i get any lamer??? Fangkulo?? Shae Ree’s word actually, she says its FuCK in ermmm forgot what language, some european country, i think French?? wait i am off to babelfish translator to check it out.

who cares about that word, just another slang word like abuden, abaden, wateva.

Its pretty hazy these days, having a sensitive nose isn’t helping, i feel like i am in a snooker centre 24/7. I wonder if smokers are affected by the haze at all?? isn’t it the same??

Supposed to collect my IELTS results today but just too LZ to do so. College is at least 30 minutes to and fro. Will get it soon tho or ask someone.=)

Piano exam countdown : 8 days to go…Not done with scales tho..will get it done                                     by tonight.

ok ciows blog

oh gosh! an achievement….15th post! thats really so cool for me. anyways, the last time i blogged, it was a whole lot of nonsense…reading back or thinking back…it was ????????? WTHWT???

Ok today i have soemthing BIGGER and more important matter to clear off my mind. So bothering me right now that i just cant help it but to blog it. U noe its one of those things u have have have have to do if not u would not rest in peace type of thing???

Anyway, i have a friend which i kinda onli got to know this year from college, she’s quite young. Her name is J and she is ‘quite’ innocent and naive type. Well at least that’s what i think. She’s quite a sweet and smart gurl.

But she has this BF that all her college frens ridicule day and night. I met Mr.J only once and found him to be not unpleasant nor was he pleasant. He was just OK. So, i never understood why EVERYONE hates him sooo much or more like, insult him 70% of the time and encourage J to dump him.

In fact, if i don’t remember wrongly, most of the time, i was defending Mr.J on behalf of J cos i didn’t see him in the same light as all of the other frens saw him. However, today, Mr.J seemed to me like Lucifer rising from the dead. or maybe even Satan himself.

I always heard stories about Mr.J and sometimes i felt it unfair to him for being judged and ridiculed by all of J’s frens. Maybe i didn’t listen to them properly cos i am so ‘blurr’ anyway, 99% of the time.

Today, there was a ‘free’ haircut going on at Toni and Guy. A rather upmarket hair salon. One of the hairstylist needed models to experiment with. Therefore, me J and another fren S went.
We arrived there pretty late about an hour (traffic jam n all). it was 4.10Pm.

Apparently Mr.J did not allow J to go for this haircut. I was not sure about the reasons why. But it sounded pretty ridiculous to me for a BF to control his GF’s wishes to cut her hair or even prohibit her from doing so. Anyway, for me watever was my reaction about that. Eventually after some begging and crying on J’s part, Mr.J agreed to ‘let J out till 5pm’. It was like a strict rule given by a father to his daughter, "Girl u must be home by 5pm". This was ‘their contract’ made the day before. However, the haircut took much longer than expected cos’ of the planning process and styling. So Mr.J kept on calling non-stop and practically nagged and nagged for what seemed like hours. (J was on handsfree talking while Mr.Hairstylist did his job. Me and S were just lookin on and trying to eavesdrop) By 6 soemthing pm. Mr.J was at his boiling point (at this point i realised that he’s a tad too over-possesive like in a ‘freaky’ kinda way).

What was even worse, he was so mad that he told J that she breached their contract which means their ‘trust’ or something like that and he was very very pissed and was on his way over this instance and told her to ‘get ready for a show’. When J told S what Mr.J said, i was just laughing in my head. It’s pretty ridiculous i thought, first the salon was in LOT-10, so F%#$% JAM and pick hour somemore and MR.J lives like in F$%#% KOTA KEMUNING!!!

So S and I laughed it off in this way: "He dare come so far, sure won’t come one ler, JAM somemore, we also ciow ready ler by then" BTW, J and I live in BU and S lives in TTDI. I drove us there from college and of cos i would drive us back right???

So fine, the hairstylist continued cutting and S and I continued waiting, half-expecting Mr.J to turn up….Sooon the salon was closing its doors to prepare for trainees to train-cut at night. The Pros were retiring for the day. Suddenly at about 7 Something. a dark figure in black was looming beyond the white shutters of the salon. S was like "OMG Mr.J is here, Fangkulo lor"

To me i was still in a pretty much casual mood, i mean what could he possibly do right??? But NO i was so so so wrong!!! I DIDN"T KNOE MR.J was A F#@#$@$% RETARD!!!!!

I didn’t take J seriously when she warned us about Mr.J being quick-tempered and unscrupulous when he was IN HIS "THING".

U Noe what the F%$%^&$% did??? really Fangkulo him man. The Retard dared to storm in and yell like he owned the place….his mouth and face scrunched up like he was constipating or something like that…I could feel the Steam evaporating from his very being…He was prob the cause of global warming and no….not in a sexy way…Just pure molten larva ready to explode out of his head. First thing he said "Not short enough issit ur hair??? How much shorter u want it to be???" Through gritted teeth and constipated speech with a scrunched up face and clenched fist. "How long does it take to cut hair??? I told u 5 o clock isn’t it??? What time is it now??? I don’t care u go home with me now!!!"

J was quite quiet and as timid as a mouse, i was just numb, S was speechless….

J pleaded for more time and guess what the F$#$$%# did???? he actually did a count down from 10!!!!!!…."10…9….8…." J pleaded and pleaded for more time, at this point i felt like puking at J’s face for her patheticness but at the same time i felt so sorry for her and most of all, i felt like slapping the F#$@#$!!!! How dare him man!

After J’s pleading he firmly said "Ok Fine i give u another 5 minutes then we go"
(angry as hell that "Toot")…..and u noe what??? he actually sat there and started mumbling insults at the hairstylist and actually timed 5 minutes with his mobile!!! after his ‘allowance’ of 5 minutes, he stood up from his seat and yelled at J, " 5 minutes up lets go now!!" Mr.Hairstylist was really annoyed but cos he felt sorry for J he politely pleaded with Mr.J for somemore time and explained that he was almost done with her hair. But NO!!! Mr.J continued in the ruddest tone ever "No, I can’t wait anymore, J u better go home with me NOW!!! i don’t care i waited too long already!! go now!!! I Tell u Lets GO NOW!!!!!" Mr.Hairstylist lost it,

He told Mr.J that if he wanted to make a scene he betta do it outside and not in his salon….Mr.J yelled at him and told him that this is none of his business and he onli wanted to speak with his GF and started yelling at J like she was some punch-bag of his or soemthing, Mr.Hairstylist challenged him and told him that he could talk to his GF but he told him that if he wanted to make noise in HIS SHOP he has to pay him money to talk to his GF in his ‘SHOP’….Ok at this point Mr.J yelled and said " U think i haf no money issit…come i pay u, don’t come and threaten me with money…I TELL U!!!" (He was fishing out his wallet which i think got no money ler) Mr.Hairstylist told him on the spot, Yeah good i want u to bring out cash now and pay me….come lar come lar!!! and the LOSER could only yell back "I Tell u Don’t U Dare Threaten me with Money!!! Ok???" (Pointing fingers) "J let’s go NOW!!!" (Trying to drag her away) Seriously at that point i felt that i treated my DOGGIE with more respect than how he was treating her….even my sister who absolutely hates DOGGIE treated DOGGIE better than Mr.J was treating J…what a F$#%%…… and to my disbelieve, she complied….like a puppy who lost its way, no actually worst than that…i dunno ler…i was too shocked that my brain just ceased to function…

In my head i was just thinking to myself, OMG this can’t be happening, pls God make some sense into this situation…this is surreal man…like a soap drama…and Mr.Hairstylist was so nice, he quickly blowed her hair and lied that it was done eventhough it wasn’t and asked/allowed her to leave. I told S to tell J that i would send J home cos i really was afraid she would die in his car….SERIOUSLY….nope, she decided to FOLLOW MR.J home….i mean he really wasn’t there to ‘pick’ her up…it wasn’t like he was the sweet BF waiting for her…It wasn’t even necessary….i drove us there and i live so near her…and his house was sooo out of the way….He DELIBERATELY came to make a scene…what a F#@$#$@ AssH@#$!!!!!! Biggest Ego ever.

Yeap in a flash she was dragged out of the salon by the Monster who treated her like she was an object rather than a human with emotions. Think he what??? Brad Pitt?? If he is also, he can go FangKuLo Off. (She was bawling like there was no tomorrow and He wasn’t even a tad bit sympathetic or gentle). Before The Bus3rd left he even had the nerves to yell in Mr.Hairsylist’s face that his "Hairstyling Sucks" and he glared at me and S like he was about to murder Us and said "This is just a Comment Ok??? I’m Just saying His hairstyling Sucks". After they were gone, Me, S and Mr.Hairstylist was just too shocked to speak…Soon the 2 other senior hairstylist came back from their ‘break’ and asked us what happened??? We told them the story. They were not only, not angry about their hair model ‘disappearing’ after 2 hours of hard work, in fact Mr.Hairstylist was so sweet he said "Eventhough i onli knew her for a day, i treat her as a fren already, pls lar tell ur fren to come to her senses and DUMP the idiot". The other two senior hairstylist said that if they were there, Mr.J would be with securities already or at the Police Station…Actually Mr.Hairstylist wanted to call Security but he was sorry for J.

All of US there in that salon agreed she was way out of his league and he is Psycho. The Hairstylist called him LOSER and all sorts…."He thinks just because he’s rich he can do anything he wants, not his money also, his father’s money"……Me and S apologised over and over again for the scene Mr.J caused…I felt so bad….i mean they were so nice….like so so nice…they even like protected J and me and S….Why can’t J see that there are so so so so many guys out there much better than the F$#$$#???? To Hell with her i LOVE him too much…He is like future wife-beater and children abuser….PSYCHOPATH….he should really be sent to an asylum…

I told S after that, that eventhough i always bitch about my brothers being weak and loserlike, i would still say they are at least 1000 times better than Mr.J….What kind of parents would raise a monster like him??? I really feel so sorry for his Mum and Dad….In Fact, Now i suddenly feel like any guy i am acquainted with is 1000 times better than him….

The FIRST TIME in my life…after all my theories and firm-standing that everyone in this world has a good/kind heart, i am BEGGING to differ….read my friendster profile…..i have just altered it….previously i wrote that i would like to meet : Anyone with a good heart which i think everyone has.
(Pls Don’t prove me wrong)…..Unfortunately, for this world, SOMEONE did just PROVE me wrong….Haihs…

To My dearest fren J, If u r reading this, pls understand i am not here to judge u and i do not think any lower of u cos i think u are a great person and a great fren and the Greatest GF any guy in this world can have, just u noe, i hope u would see that this guy is no good at all….U deserve better….Me and S and all ur other college frens really care for u…soemtimes we dunno what to say to u about Mr.J…but trust me, we just care i guess….infact B4 one of our frens went to ASEAN on scholarship…(i bet u noe who she is)…she actually reminded S to make sure Mr.J doesn’t bully u….that’s how much everyone cares….and No, Mr.J won’t kill himself…..Watever issit, its up to u anyways…but….haihs….dunnoler what to say ready…i am just so so so so shocked and pissed off…

And to Mr.J…thanks buddy for marring my outlook on the world which i thought was 100% filled with good-hearted humans…Thanks for tarnishing my ‘world’ for me….God bless u though, cos i think u still can be saved and i hope one day u will be a better person…u noe be saved….

current mood : pissed off
Music : Non (too pissed off)

wow, i’m seriously not a net junkie, haven’t been online lately.Mailbox overload.too LZ to delete.I just can’t keep with that kind off lifestyle. Guess ppl just stick to be who they are….yeaps look at me….penny loo who absolutely wont agree with blogs, is blogging….sadly i still don’t feel the ‘thing’ blogging has to offer…should keep this up a lil longer to prove myself wrong?

Since i have an IELTS test tomorrow, i need to get my writing into play, smoothen it up, put in some bombastic words or something, make it sound a lil upmarket, to sell myself to the examiner, earn his/her credit that i am in fact well deserving of a good IELTS grade.

Sister’s advise to a great article : Just write like u normally do then look for a thesaurus and replace verbs and adjectives with more ‘classy’ sounding ones.

My promise to myself for not using manglish for a week was in fact 50% successful. Thanks to Li Xia too for her ‘efforts’. Nope not doing it for IELTS only, on the whole, am doing it for myself and i and me and of course the ppl around me.

why does it seem that when someone actually ‘tries’ to speak properly, they get passed off as trying to be an ‘elitist’ snob?? what is so wrong about speaking properly?? Do we love our manglish just too much?? or are we just too lz to change cos it requires effort?

It is really embarrasing to listen to ourselves. When i hear myself speak on a day to day, casual basis. Sometimes i wonder, what i’m saying?? E.g. U noe that thingie, its like…u noe, like…the one, last time, that one…ya ya that one lar…Oh yeah so you are ??? now right? So, therefore, i shall make it a point to try as hard as possible to speak properly. No need for fake accents and over the top  usage of bombastic words. just simple english in its pure form without the added on punctuations that Malaysians invented over the years to create this new language, Manglish. I am so totally responsible for this too…Shae ree and me….was it me??? yeah i think so. I think i invented the word Flame…and now Shae ree uses it like it’s part of her being…to the point that i forgot that i actually invented it….thanks to Mean Girls and their "Fugly"…Totally Inspired me to create something as Flame as Flame.

If i’m an English and i am listening to Malaysians speak, i would feel like how janelle felt when miss su called her janelli lee instead of janelle lee. 

In a way we are butchering the english language.

So, i would not be quick to judge when someone speaks manglish or when someone speaks english or whatever form of english it is. The world invented dialects of english. If u would rather think of it that way. Manglish, Singlish, etc..

Oh yeah, another thought coursing through my head : "Nokia and it’s imaginery Goodwill"

Yikes, accounts…no not the nokia bit, only goodwill. Accounts is the ONLY subject that i am worried about now.

The state of my accounts is so pathetic that i had to write a sort of note of apology(willingly) at the last page of my accounts class test  to my lecturer today cos’ i felt so bad about the bullshit/rubbish i was passing up to him. Seriously it was utter rubbish. Like Li Xia said, nonsense.

My knowledge of accounts prehistorically dates back to SPM. I think i learnt almost close to nothing new since SPM. I need tuition but i don’t want tuition. I can’t part with my time. After the many years i spent in tuition classes in the past, since i was STD1 till Form5, for the 1st time in my life, i finally feel like i have ‘free’ time. This lightweight feeling is amazing.

I finally figured why college feels so much lighter than highschool eventhough classes can stretch on till four….its the no tuition thing. So much time was wasted on tuition, that it sometimes, makes me feel regretful.

All those hours spent, going to tuition, sitting in there for 2 full hours, half listening, and the time spent coming home. Feeling ’satisfied’ with myself cos i so called spent enough time with the studying thing. Exams come and i crash course and realise i actually learnt almost nothing in tuition. I’m 18, and i don’t wanna waste any more of my precious time.

Not having to worry about going for tuition eludes this new sense of freedom in me. Don’t feel like parting with it anytime soon.

Ok i am seriously rambling here, cos i guess it’s because it’s almost 2am in the morn and tomorrow i have an 8am class and some serious talking to do after that.

better stop this now before it goes way out of context. Bye Blog.

I know this will sound lame but heys, my title this time actually rhymes…hehehehahahehahahehaha

Back to col for a week ready, but still in the holiday mood, its all the c2pid anugerah cemerlang thingie that did it. Made me feel like i’ve done enuff…better start listening to lecturers…

This term i got this lecturer(Stats) that pronounces ‘zero’ as chicken meat in mandarin. Everytime he does that i really really really really feel like bursting out laughing but i don’t cos i was not taught to be rude…but some ppl at the back of the class do that…so sad for the poor guy..

Another lecturer(BIO), really creepy. She looks at the wall when she talks like there is someone there. Li Xia thinks she can see ’stuffs’. and she has this really really thin legs that freak me out with veins and all…

At least all my ex BIo lecturer(LCH) ever did was say things like " The water flows". He’s nice…i’ll miss him…In Fact the whole bloordy class misses him…especially the gurls…but he ain’t cute or anything like that just damn darn ‘nice’….there was at least a handful of times we came into class more than 30 minutes late and he was so ‘cool’ about it…

AUG 18———–> PIANO EXAMS…I SWEAR TO PASS THIS TIME>>>>> or i should just flush myself down the ’see hang’.

Another lecturer reminds me of my ex-ex Physics teacher back in high-school…Mr Ho….

This new lecturer is a PHD holder…Dr Goh Send…weird MCC guy…he’s those type that is capable of wrapping his socks around his trousers ends…by accident and not realising for a whole day…i feel sorry for his wife…but he’s a nice fella too.

Another lecturer, same as last sem….Ah Wang….nope he ain’t chinese…yeap he comes late almost every class…and i am not complaining…infact GLAD…shites i should really buck up and start taking ‘Accounts’ seriously. I should be pissed off….why am i not???

Conclusion : PPL who end up as lecturers somehow would develope some kind of weirdness or wackyness…like some alien behaviour that is just simply unacceptable…generation gap??? or too many years of spoilt brat kidz driving them up the wall???

Yeaps, some peeps at college really are too over…Maybe b’cos they are too darn rich or something but some lecturers really deserve the finger like my last maths teacher but those weird one who can’t pronounce zero properly…..they don’t deserve such harsh treatment from the students…

WTH, non of my business anyways….so its just amusing how i pass my time during classes and in college, looking and analysing my lecturers… Better start paying attention to what comes out of their mouth rather than to the way their mouth moves…or something of that sort.

Current Mood : Sleepy

Current Music : Kelly Clarkson "Addicted"

Disclaimer : OK no more colorfulness here…

Seems like lately i have gotten pretty ‘lucky’ on the road. After the road-block, now i really got summoned for real. Was a hefty rm100 for not displaying a ticket on my dashboard. Seriously i read the summon, it was really stupid the way they categorized the penalty for different ways of ticket display.

1) Expired ticket displayed-rm30

2) Tempered ticket displayed-rm30

3) No ticket displayed-rm100

Thank God i got a 70% discount off for making and ‘effortless’ trip to MPPJ in New Town. [NOT] 1. "HOT" weather 2. Bad Bearings 3. Limited Parking 4. Getting Lost….Alone…

But, i’m not complaining. Really good experience for me. Taught me a good lesson. I will remember this as to not repeat my offence ever again.

And because of this too, i started thinking about coins, alot. Maybe because of a few pieces of coins that i forgot insert into a machine??

Anyway, I came up with a new theory. Just another one of my ‘Not Worth Anyone’s Time’ kinda Theory. I tell you it sounds PRETTY DUMB but i believe it works.

THEORY : " YOU CAN JUDGE WHETHER A PERSON IS LAZY OR NOT BY THE AMOUNT OF COINS IN HIS/HER WALLET"

Explanation : Ok say i am buying a packet of chicken rice which costs rm3.20, I know i would most probably hand the hawker a five or a ten. I would not take the trouble to fish around my wallet for 20cents. I would get extra coins as change.

Conclusion : That would also mean I M Lazy, therefore there are more coins in my wallet.

This method can be used to measure the degree of one’s laziness too.

Example : Lets say my chicken rice is now rm3.70. That would mean i would have to fish around for at least two pieces of coins compared to one piece in the previous example rite? So, some ppl might do the 20cents bit but maybe not for 70cents??

Conclusion : A not lazy would have gotten rid off at least 2 pieces of coins compared to the not so lazy. So less coins again rite in his/her wallet??

However, this theory is kinda flawed. For example, i was too lazy to search for rm1 notes to give to a beggar so i emptied my wallet of coins yesterday. Unfair rite to say i’m not a lazy person? So there are ever so many factors involved.

Just like the above 1st and 2nd examples. not fishing out 20cents gets u at least 3 coins in return. Not fishing out 70cents only gets you at least 2 coins in return…get what i mean??

Nevertheless, i believe this theory is at least 50% accurate…hmmnnn must prove it then…

Alright then, the next time i’m out with frens i would conduct a ‘quick’ survey…LOL

Basically the idea is that LZ ppl=more coins in wallet.

Ok next topic, my new hobby.

I found a rather fulfilling pastime in writing chords n lyrics to be published on guitar chord/tab websites…Its a rather exciting feeling, seeing your version being published. Note this, i am 100% sure that my chords are of the same key as the original song. Loads of chordist out there are just so lazy that they just transpose everything to CMajor or GMajor….Totally spoils the song….So, am just doing a lil bit for music’s sake, i guess….

current mood : relaxed

current music : "crazy"-aerosmith

Secret : I told my sis that one of my friends is crushing on her….

~Penny_loo_2005~