Happy Birthday to Me

Happy Birthday to Me!

Yup .. its that time of the year again .. im now officially 21 years old.. How scary.. So this weekend after i put aside all my projects and all my assignments, its time to celebrate :)

Another day ,. Just breathe

Hmm.. another day passes and it brings me no closer to the end of my projects. Sigh.

I dont really like birthdays. My birthdays, that is. Im not sure why though. Maybe its cos birthdays have never been a thing in my household. Actually, all types of celebrations arent really the in thing in my house. Hmm.. And as i got older, i could never celebrate my birthday cos even though im lucky enough to be born a Libra (Libra rules!!) im cursed to have my birthday fall smack in between some sort of exam every single year. PMR... SPM .. STPM .. trials .. finals.. you name it.. So yea .. guess i just aint used to celebrating it.

But maybe its cos im here, in PB .. i guess a birthday is like christmas or valentines or new years .. just those times where you really dont wanna be alone .. cos its one of those days that are supposed to mean something. Or maybe its just the fact that another year has passed and i still have accomplished nothing. Whatever it may be, it doesnt change the fact that im still stuck here (ive now found four people who wanna transfer out of this hell hole) and im still alone (banyaknya projek untuk disiapkan. .. woooo...).

Obituary

Pig was brutally mauled to death by one of the damn hostel cats. He was sitting in his cage and the damn cat still got him. I dont understand how. I'm gonna give that cat a damn good kick if i ever see it again. I miss my Pig. I really, really loved him. He's never gonna squeak to me in the mornings, or stick his nose out of the cage for me to pet. Its not fair. Its never fair.

Jon left for KL an hour ago. Its not fair either .. the moment i get used to him being around again he has to go back.

Surprise surprise

Its been one hell of a week so far. For the past two and a half weeks ive been waking up at somewhere between 4 to 5 am every morning in uni. Regardless of what time i get up. Its annoying .. now i wake up everyday feeling more tired then when i go to bed.

Been trying to pack all my work into this week so i can finish it and go to watch Stomp. Yes, i wanna go that badly.. because of that, ive slaved over my mechatronics assignment ( i finished my circuit design!!), i slaved over my thermo tutorial and ive been killing myself trying to translate pages and pages about the abrasive machining process into english. Its torture, i tell you.. try translating this :

abrasive machining is a material removing process where the abrasive grits interact with the work surface at high cutting speeds and shallow penetration depths.

So i dig into a dictionary and come out with this:

abrasive = pelelas
machining = pemesinan
process = proses

therefore

abrasive machining process = proses pemesinan pelalas ??!!??

Argghh!!!! And i have to do twenty four pages of this crap?? *(%&^

Sigh. Anyhow, i guess it doesnt really matter anymore. They had to spring this up on my today : test on friday morning. Which completely ruins my plans to watch stomp this time around. Haih ... looks like i'll never get the chance...

Anyway, its Michelle's birthday today!

Oo... so many birthdays in september .. Happy birthday girl!!

Sexually explicit?

I found these online .. completely hilarious!!!

Hahaha. .. superboy getting spanked by his daddy for being a bad boy ... Something just sounds so wrong. Superboy as the whipped bondage slave ...i wonder what he did to deserve the spanking.

Hahahahahha

its not fair...

I am so so PISSED. Females can be so petty. My English teacher hates me. And it shows when it came to her reviews of our English oral presentations.

Guess what? Mine doesn’t even have a rating. When she reached my name :

Hmmm .. Lisa .. well … Eye contact good, voice good, confidence okay … but you need to work on your enthusiasm.

Guess what? She said nothing about enthusiasm to anyone else. Nope. . all they got were comments on there grammar, eye contact, voice .. WHY ME?

Yea well… apparently my speakin has grammatical flaws as well. BUT guess what? Second best presenter was someone who says things like ‘ Today I would like to share with you about my topic which is the secret to happy’

WTF???? Even a high school student should be able to point out the glaringly obvious error in that sentence. There were similar mistakes throughout her presentation too. Funnily enough, my teacher said nothing about her grammar. Just the usual ‘eye contact good, voice good, confidence good ..’ Tell me.. am I bitching over nothing?? What is the mark of a good presentation then? That you have the ability to suck up to the teacher and win her heart? Oh yea .. and fyi I have nothing against the girl.. shes really nice.. I do, however have a very big thing against the third best presenter .. damn apple polisher. Her voice wasn’t all that loud and she was probably less enthusiastic than I was. I quote the teacher ‘you need to work on your eye contact, you tend to stare only at one certain spot. A few grammatical errors but its normal’ so … remind me again .. why is she rated third? Damn bitch. Now just so you don’t think im full of myself, I did go around asking what other more objective people thought of my presentation. Feedback was that my presentation was pretty good and they were surprised about the choice of second best.

IT NOT FAIR.

To satisfy me (or shut me up) Kar Loon suggest we go see the lecturer and find out what she’s looking for in a good presentation (read: COMPLAIN). Its so hot. And im so pissed its making me feel even hotter. Which is why im sitting here without a shirt on. Im pissed off and I cant be bothered anymore.

Happy Birthday!!

Its Audreys birthday today!!

Happy 21st Bday Drey!

This is the girl ive known definitely for more than half my life.. all the way back to kindy.. i must have been like four? She celebrated her birthday last weekend in her aunts house down in tanjung tokong. We were all there to make alot of noise as usual .. hahaha .. so cheers girl.. hope you have a blessed birthday!

Oh yea ... as promised .. pics of my newly altered head:

Yes .. its me .. a little bit blurry though (what to do, using webcam mah .. ). The position is a little odd cos im lying on my bed with one hand sticking out to hold the curtains shut so that sun doenst come in and i end up looking all 'glowy'.

Just like this ..

STOMP

I wanna go i wanna go i wanna go!!!!!

Any takers?

Woo Hoo

Hey hey!! Ive finally gotten around to doing something with my hair. Result? A whole brand new hairstyle! What started out as a simple trip to the hairdressers to get highlights turned out into much more than that. I have problems saying no to a flyer, how can i refuse an enthusiastic heirdresser?? Anyways, pics will be up soon .. And even if you dont like it say you like it!! Cos i already did it and now i need to fish for compliments :)

Its TzeLins birthday today.

Happy 21st Bithday Tzelin!!

Folks, this is someone who can always be counted on to make me smile .. best wishes girl .. hope everything works out allright for you. Cheers!

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Although im trying to keep the blog uppdated, i dont have much to sya today. SO much has happened, yet i still have nothing to say.

It hasnt been a very good day, or night for that matter and i really dont want to wallow in my miseries and rant on my blog so .. nothing to say today.

Maybe the next update will have more substance.

My friend told me that tears that flow from different parts of your eyes mean different things. I was wondering though .. if tears are bodily fluid, could you cry yourself to death? Cry till you dehydrate and shrivel up like a prune? Assuming of course, that you dont have any liquid intake. From the first law of thermodynamics, net energy applied to a system is equal to the net work done by the system. Does it run true for bodily functions?

Waiting .. and waiting .. and waiting..

Oh my god .. the connection from my room in uni is so damn slow ... so slow .... i managed to memorise my presentation while waiting for my pages to load. So slow .. if you try to download anything not from the network ... it hangs halfway .. so slow ... my msn messages dont reach the other person .. so slow .. that its like poking my eyes out with a spork ... its torture i tell you .. its slower than my dial at back at home. I cant upload pics to my blog. I cant download codecs for my pc. I cant even update my virus definations. ARGGHHHHHH!!!!

So, in between classes today (see, i don ponteng di!) i ran over to the pc lab. Loads of people here today so i sat at the nearest pc without scouting around. I dont know if its my damn bad luck or somthing but IT TOOK LIKE SIX MINUTES FOR THE DAMN PC JUST TO START UP!!! I could take a nap in the time between pressing the on button and waiting for everything to load. Its disgraceful. Speaking of disgraceful ...

I have fat in places where i didnt have before. What was once hard muscle is now .. well .. not that firm anymore. Im still thinking if i should be bothered and actually get off my ass and do something about it. Its hard staying with skinny roomies.

Good Tidings fr Langkawi

My baby is back from Langkawi and came back with goodies for me!!! Yay yay .. Thanks!!

Checking inventory .. this is what i have :

1. A giant bag of M&M's
2. One bar of Cadbury Old Jamaica Rum and Raisin
3. One bar of Cognac filled chocolate
4. One bar of Cointreau filled chocolate
4. One bottle of Absolut Vodka
5. Essential oil scented candles

Yes, my baby didnt forget about me .. and i now have plenty of choocies to munch on and a bottle of vodka for those sad lonely times.. Thanks!

He's gone back to uni..its something i dont think i'll ever quite get used to. Its hard.. all the coming and going and having to consider the time factor. I miss him already. Oh well.. Three weeks to go ..

Am i? Am i not?

Its the end of my hols (what, already?) and its time to go back to uni (damn). Anyways, though i havent touched any of the work i brought back to do, i have managed to meet up with loads of people, ive had a blast :).

Chai came back a couple of days ago and because of her and her itch, we went to chill out. A last minute thing, where we moved from sitting at gurney drive to dancing in chill out. Oh yea, and i didnt get stopped this time, haha.. No drinks (no money to buy la) just few girls out to dance and have a good time. Anyways, ive been called an awful lot of things in my life but never this : I was dancing and some guy leaned over to Chai and asked if i was stoned cos i was dancing and dancing .. ( Duh, takkan go club and stand there ah?) I still dont know if i should be deeply insulted or not. Hmmm..

Looks like i'll never have to pop pills to get stoned, apparently i can do it pretty convinvingly with nothing except a bottle of blueberry kampai.

Dont read this

As i sit here at home once again by myself on my holiday that isnt a holiday, i wonder : why am i sitting here at home by myself? A couple of years ago, i was somewhat happening, or at the very least i didnt spend all my free time in front of a computer screen. Now, i have to correct the few people left who are still under the illusion that im happening. What happened and where am i going?

Whenever i roam about alone, or with my girlfriends, at least seventy percent of the time someone will ask me the dreaded question: wheres your boyfriend? And each time, it gets harder and harder for me to say 'oh, hes out with his friends' while trying to convince them and myself that it doesnt really matter. When it does. So, how much time is enough time? Some people think that the couples spend all their time together (yes, someone just said so five minutes ago). So does that mean its just a myth? Or am i some sort or exception? How much time is reasonable? Is it hoping for too much that i get to spend some time with him, given the fact that hes going back sunday morning? Or am i supposed to sit on the sidelines like a cheerleader and be supportive and understanding that he needs to spend most of his time with the guys? Maybe im under the delusion that the guy is supposed to be prince charming. makes it even worse that i see couples every where and people i know in a relationship spend alot of their time together.

Argh. Its getting to complicated. I need to go out. Or at least get myself stoned to the point where i dont know nuts.

Celebrating Independence

Its the eve of Independence Day. Its roughly ten pm, Terri has just dropped me home and will drop ishuet home shortly. We left Gurney still clad in shorts and slippers about the same time everyone started coming. I see a whole load of people, mostly younger than i am. Someones sister, someones brother, juniors .. all who wave and say hi and continue on there way in as we make our way out. Get out before the crowd comes and the jam starts. I guess its a process of aging. Sad. Almost dissappointing, really. But then again, its dissappointing for other reasons which you may or may not know but that doesnt really matter cos its not my point.

So do you gracefully withdraw yourself from overrated social gatherings as you grow up? Or do you go, and hang on to whatever left while you still can? A year ago, i was probably there with the crowd, two years .. i was probably still there. . next year? Probably not. Same goes for new years and other less meaningful celebrations.

Oddly enough while i spent me night at home with my laptop the questions come one by one : why you still at home? not going out tonight? what you doing at home along? etcetera et cetera .. So, what am i doing at home? I dont know.. not exactly quite happy being there but no much of a choice i guess.. time to settle down? I dont know .. maybe i never will be able to settle. Maybe i need to keep on running. Maybe people dont really settle, they jsut find others to run with..

See Mun calls my unwillinges to sit at home hong sou. I just contribute it to the moles on my feet.

Photoblogging?

Me :)

My Ikea lamp .. (Seen this before Benny?)

My burn

Yup... i managed to get myself burnt.. again. I went around for almost a week lookin like there was a mini leech stuck to my hand. Ewww..

Rant Rant Rant

Im back for hols.

Sorry Benny, youre gonna have to wait again for the Ikea lamp. Already got a pic, just too damn lazy to upload it :) Another time yea .. and when are we gonna go for supper??

The unfairness of it all. I come back for hols, yet Chai and Vilas hols dont start till a week after mine. To add to that, my hols and jons hols are at the same time. Great, wouldnt you think? Except that he's on his way to langkawi for three days and two nights with his male buddies who also happen to be staying at his place one night before and two days after the trip to langkawi. And i dont even get a bottle of bacardi!!!! He'll be leaving early sunday morning so that basically doesnt leave me much time. Sigh. I know, im being bitchy and selfish, blahdy blahdy but cut me some slack, i deserve a little time and space to rant. Make things even better, i have two tests and two presentations straight after the hols and my english teachers a dumb bitch. And to top it off, the week Chai comes back for hols i have a test on FRIDAY FROM 8-10PM!!!! I dont even have classes on friday afternoon, i could be home by three but nooooo.... now i get to go home at midnight.

Let me bitch, THIS ABSOLUTLY SUCKS. Its like one of my strength of materials questions : the soalan tanpa soalan. This is a holiday thats not a holiday. Argh. I already feel stressed just thinking about it.

Too many What Ifs.

If you dont love
If you dont care
If nothing matters
Youd be inhuman

But

Youd never hurt.
Is it worth it?

Confessions of an Anaemic

Another week gone by. Fifth week of uni has ended and i still know nuts about my course. Sigh. Why engineering?? Why ? WHy????

I was holdin a plate of glass in one hand, rubbing vigorously at a smudge on it with the my t shirt.. Maybe a little too vigorously cos the glass pane i was holding still didnt quite stay still and ...

Ugh .. blood .. dripping ..
No pain .. stare at my slit finger. .. wait .. here it comes. ..OUCH!
Ooo .. everythings going fuzzy .. static.. theres a roaring in my ears ... ahh .. need to sit down ...

Hmmm.. spots seem to be clearing up.. i can see again!!

This is why i cannot donate blood.

Lost in Space

Okay.. ive made up my mind and i'll soon be a member of the golden key international honour society, malaysian chapter.

But, you gotta pay your membership fees, right? ytc and i figured that the cash wont be going to waste. Only problem is they dont accept cash - its check or money order. I defnitely dont have a check book and the uni post office is too small to sell money orders. Which poses another problem : where is the parit buntar post office? noone i know goes to the post office outside campus, why should they when you can mail stuff right from uni? anyways, after asking around ytc managed to get the vague direction of "its somewhere near the roundabout lah .. turn somewhere there..".

We set off in the direction to town, passed the roundabout and by a great stroke of luck turned into a road where we spotted the post office a little of the main road we were on. keeping my eyes on the post office, i took a left into the road the post office was on and headed straight to it.

Only then did i realise that the road i turned in was a one way street .. and i was headed in the wrong direction. I took a u turn .... right in front of a police station.. with a policeman outside.