Bubble

EVEN THE BUBBLE HAS ITS GLAMOUR BEFORE IT BURSTS. WHAT'S YOUR EXCUSE ON YOUR SO-CALLED BORING LIFE?

Crazy

Feed the fish before you read, please, or they will haunt you in your dreams by firing flying sheeps to your sunken colony full of cockroaches.

Just nonsense.

Yeah, you noticed the background and layout changed too. Anyway, *Ahem ahem*, I drew the background entirely on Paint! (the software embedded in every Windows computer) Yeah, I even drew the piano using straight and curve lines.

Crazy huh?

Well, I realise there are 100 things to do after my exams:

1) Clean up my room (Again)
2) Finish up my novel
3) Be lazier
4) Cook something for my family and 'family'
5) Play DotA in a pro way
6) It is related to 7
7) Make sure the rest of the list (till #100) must not be figured out or I'll be busy till death takes me.
8) ...
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100) Do not sleep


I am CRAYZAYYYY... period.

*sigh* back to study

Ms Hulk, Mr Mocker & Mr Popular

Yesterday, Ms Hulk, Mr Mocker and Mr Popular went for a dinner.

OK, my bad. Let me rephrase that: Yeaterday, Rachel, me and my brother went for a dinner at a very 'ulu' place, just for the noodles and stuffs.

It's pretty sad when we come to think about it: Rachel is going for internship next sem, and we are going for the following. After that, she graduated before we have a chance to meet her in uni.

"I know!!!!! Sad right???" -------- an SMS from Rachel to me

So, we make a feast out of it. Talked and laughed like nobody business. And worse, we discovered a worldwide conspiracy that there are at least two aliens inhabiting Kampar, specifically UTAR.

How evil.

It's nice chatting by the way, literally every single bit about us has been squeezed out. Our past events, our lives, our friends, OUR ADMIRERS (See??? See??? There goes)... and Ultraman, boyfriends and girlfriends, being cute, "Racisitic" people, Russel Peters, Dorian Gray, and stuffs like that.

Global topic. There is nothing we can't talk about.

I don't know what to blog about, seriously. It's like, it's too abstract to put it into words, and yet I want it to be treasured forever (electronically). That's why I chose to write it out, but I got stuck. Lack of vocab I guess.

Gosh.

I think among all my friends, these are the two that I feel I don't have to fake out myself, or make some face to make people happy with me.

I am natural!
I am me!

OK, it's not about me. It's about us!

MIZ YA SHOO MARCH!

Peace, Racist and Democracy

I just don't understand why generations like this could behave like this. As university graduates, I thought you could be more sensible and wise, as well as smart in dealing things and conflicts.

Gosh!

You complain that race is being racist, but did you know, if you start to condemn them being racist, you yourselves are actually behaving like a racist guy! If you start to hate that race, the other race might just as well hates you, then when will this end? Tell me.

For everyone's sake, it's the 21st century now. If you don't like that person, you could just walk away. You don't have to shout and yell like an idiot and post it on Facebook to incite other people's anger against others (as well as each other).

 Racist, dear God, you claim them racist, but are you not?

Do you seriously think that rallying all your race at one point to slam down another race that they are racist? Don't you think what you do is also racist? Please, pakai otak sikit. If you want to stop racist, stop being a racist person. If everyone embrace each other as they should, then it should be fine! Somehow, I am sad to see tertiary-ed people acting like kids: they insist on what they want, they cry when they don't get it and they turn rebellious.

Spoiled eggs in a community, I dare say.

If you hate that policy, you can vote for another party. It's all to simple. Why do you have to waste your voice and effort in protesting here and there, post it on Facebook or Twitter. You can vote. If you are a minority, you can learn from mistakes the government did and try making a change next time.

Seriously, you think yelling and kicking, cursing and beating will actually help to solve this problem? Shame on you! You hate people who use violence, but think again, what you did is incite violence. You think you play no part on it, or in it?

Please, youths, Wake UP! You are in a knowledge society. Intelligent individuals. Surely you can do something more sensible than that! Dislike the party? Don't vote them. You don't have to ask everyone not to vote for them. That's not ethical. They have their choices too, you know. Even if they vote for a party you dislike, you should respect them and their decision, not spit on them.

Who are you to spit on them?

You demanded full democracy. Right? You want a clean, pure democracy? So, if something as simple as respect and you can't even do it, do you honestly think that there will be a pure democracy?

My God.

Bless the poor EQ underlings!

How To... Jerk Dick

OK, this is easy. Hold your hand in a loose fist, make sure you have a cylindrical hollow within. Now, practise pulling it hard as if you are taking out a carrot from a soil.

Done warming up?

Now,


Get a fellow named Dick and just grab his arm like you have warmed up on. Then JERK HIS ARM!

There!

YOU JERKED DICK!

TIny Blog 4 (Busy)

Busy bumblebee buzz buzz buzz...

Well, I am a bit offended by the word busy. No, if I understand you are busy, then I am okay with it, but if you are busy and you claim you can't even talk for 3 minutes, now that's bullshit.

I do not believe that even a meal you are unable to consume when you are busy.

I bug you when you are busy, not because I am bugging you, but I want you to know I am near and I need you to accompany me. Not shove me away like an annoying fly to be caught later.

Gah.

Sacrificing vs Stupid

There is a blurring line between sacrificing and stupid. I think.

Many people do stupid things for love. We might look at it as stupid but the doer actually thinks of it as sacrificing or romantic. OK. Now to clear things up: Sacrificing is an intersecting set with Stupid. Love is the subset of both.

Got it?

No?

Then you're stupid. (aka you're loved. XD)

OK, this is my personal thining and experience, you have the right to disagree, but just don't yell it in front of my face.

I have a funny trait. When I love someone, I will sacrifice something to do it. For example, someone wanted dinner. Even though I have assignments, I will still go for it because dinner is a must. No matter how busy you are, you still need to have your dinner. So, what's the harm going for dinner?

That's not excessive sacrifice though. Excessive sacrifice happens when even you discard your job and your valued time for someone you love. For example, someone wanted to go for vacation. You are in the middle of your assignment. Impossible for me to go fo that vacation trip. It's... unacceptable.

But when we turn the situation around. If I asked someone for dinner and they say "I'm busy. Assignments." I will feel stupid and disappointed. I mean like, does it take long to have dinner? It's only 30 minutes!

Johnny Bravo suddenly comes into my mind while typing this blog. So is he stupid or sacrificing for his love, though he was slapped and rejected? Or, is he romantic?

*

I really cannot accept people rejecting me on a simple reason. Sometimes it's worse when this happens:

"Hey, wanna go out?"
"No. I am busy."

Then 2 hours later, you saw that someone going out with others. You held down your temper, and asked:

"I thought you are busy?"
"That was 2 hours ago."

How would you feel?
Your fault or that someone's?

Tiny Blog 3

I don't whine for nothing. If I do whine, means I need help. For example: I am bored. Don't you dare to say, "Go find something else to do." because I have tried everything and I am still bored, that's why I approached you and asked you to chat with me or play or visit.

I am really bored.

Tiny Blog 2 (Not really)

Today, around 1pm, I called delivery service and have myself lunch. I was hesitating to make a call to order which food: RM6 Japanese Chicken Chop Rice or RM5.50 Oat Fried Fish Chips Rice. I made my mind up and ordered after 5 minutes.

Then, I divested myself, took off everything. Stark naked. And I walked into the bathroom for a bath. Hot day. Can't be blamed.

 I opened my bathroom door after shower and stepped out.

Gawd. The curtains weren't closed. I wondered anyone from the opposite could see my *ahem*. Shit. I quickly dressed up and the delivery uncle came.

Went down and found my meal to be RM5.50. Wait, I thought I wanted to order Japanese Chicken Chop Rice? I asked the uncle and he said its not what I've ordered. I wanted to reject the order and wait for my real food. I argued with him. He then made a call to the restaurant.

"Yes, yes..." he replied with a frown. "It's yours, sir. Only one order has been placed from this house and it's not Japanese Chicken Chop Rice."

I took the rice gingerly, blushed and went upstairs to unleash my wrath on the poor service.

I paused.

I saw I circled Oat Fried Fish Chips Rice for my lunch on the menu.

Tiny Blog 1

"Mr Popular!" I screamed.
"Can we just stop this topic already?" he sighed, raising two arms in defeat.
I grinned and gave him a hug. That 'Mr Popular' calling is just a way I want to see him smile.
"'kay, I am going now," I said while still hugging.
"Be careful alright?"
"Yeah,' I stepped away. I began my march to my bike.

"Don't get raped!" he screamed back.

I sighed, raising two arms in defeat.