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As per my title, it was one hell of a boring day yesterday but yay, I got over it with Crystal by my side!!! Luckily the sweet lil gal is also seeking her licence so she can get her ass somewhere by herself instead of her usuals style of being ferried daddy, so that’s good. Now the next thing in my agenda is to get over the Online Test. Hopefully both of us will pass it without fail. XDXD Some questions in the book look ridiculous, particularly in the Bahagian C.

So now, I’ll tell you a little about the seminar.

Damn, the officer was sooooooooooooooooo damn boring. Talked in his sluggish style and bored me outta my socks. Didn’t know what he was saying.

And in the seminar, there lived a woman who *LOOKED* like in her thirties (hell, i bet even fourties) all dressed up as a lala. fugly plastic boots, a t-shirt overly studded with cheap plastic beads and a pair of pants 2 sizes too small for her. Lansi lansi around. bluek. What a fashion mistake. If I was a fashion officer I’d send her to jail. Or throw her into a cage containing the -pungent- Janice Dickinson in it, as Caridee of ANTM Cycle 7 put it. (lovely blonde and win.rar of ANTM Cycle 7, picture of her posing as a stereotypical model type, a DUMB BLONDE. but believe me, she isn’t. ) *LOL* XDXD

CariDee of ANTM Cycle 7

Besides the funky aunty in lala clothing, there are two lalazai in the seminar as well. Damn it, one of them had an old school Sony Ericsson K700i blasting full volume in front of me. Fugg it, throw away your crap metal lah. Show off. -___- noisy and disrespectful to the attendants as well as the person talking in front you know?! Anyhoo, will forgive you coz lala’s brain size tends to be tiny, as shown in the anatomy. (sarcasm dripping off my fingers XD)

Hey wait a minute, i dun think they even have cerebellum in their shells!!! LAWL!!! stoopid lala.

Of coz, i’m sorry Mr Shellfish for offending you, but somehow the term used to describe the holy tasty seafood got used to criticize people who are attention seekers, show offs and have bad fashion sense. You still taste good and i love you stir fried. XDXD

Mind is off it’s blink today as I’ve sneezed too many times today for my own good. Therefore, my entry ends here. More to come when my antenna is on the right channel.

Ciao.

恍然大悟

Today woke up reluctantly to meet up Crystal to do 2 things. first, go back to Tsun Jin High School to get her School Leaving Certificate whilst i grasp the chance to meet up my classmates. After that, go to TARC to submit our applications!!!

I can hardly believe it. After endless discussions done with her and a couple of friends, we initially came up to the conclusion of going our separate ways after high school, contrary to our original plan of seeking a chance in Singapore (well, as much as I hate to admit it, i still love Malaysia) together. Well, after some brainstorming, I’d rather save my money to go somewhere else better or maybe just stay back here if circumstances allow, but in the end, me and Crystal still end up going to the same place (it wasn’t planned, she got her own ponderings whilst i got my own), which is TARC. LAWL. Damn it. Future planning gone haywire I guess. XD Still, I won’t give up doing it because it is helpful rather than making a decision out of sheer stress and pressure. Take note oh everyone. ^^

Would like to jot down what my beloved / (sometimes) hated form teacher Nan Nan said about myself. Well, at the first day of school, I dressed up in my school uniform as usual and went back to cause some mayhem (ahem) in my class. LAWL. Naughty as I was, my friends were pleased and shocked to see me. Then I did the school leaving procedure, which required Nana Nan’s signature. At first I didn’t know what will he react to me leaving, but he didn’t seem surprised and supported my decision. And today he told me why he didn’t say much bout me leaving (I thought he boh song me so he dun want to tell me much, but that ain’t the case). He said he has confidence in me (+10 confidence to myself!!! ^^) and that I’ll excel and do well in my further studies coz he feels that i got talent. 0.0 (w00t, another +10 confidence to myself again). BUT, the catch is, he feels that I’m too lazy and that’ll count against me. BUT YET AGAIN, he says that he got confidence in me so he wishes me well again. (+10 again!!!) thank you Nan Nan. ^^

me and Wai dear emo emo take pic in computer lab XDXD

emo picture also. blek!!!

Anyhoo, me and Crystal went to meet Stella first before she go and handle her procedures while I go to the fifth (damn it!!! I’d roll down the stairs if I was still enrolled in that school) floor to look for my buddies. Of course, meeting my buddies means having to meet the bitches that once made my life hell in the class.

Well, i seriously hope my dear readers dun mind. but here are some rants to go. XD

It was inititally very pleasant (not to mention sometimes confusing and frustating) visit to my friends. When they stepped out of the classroom, they rushed over to greet me. My presence of course attracted certain unwanted people as well. And hell, it was a mess lah, I haven’t finish layan this gang that gang or some fella call me over liao. -.-” too bad i went at their 10 minutes reccess, else it could have been longer chat session, hence more attention given to everyone. T.T Ah well, after that part, BITCH ALERT!!!

There they were, that group of bitches standing there, giving me the cold stare. w00t, I was SOOOOOOOOOOOO fucking terrified man (ya srsly). And if my lovely pair of ears aren’t malfunctioning or failing me, they were whispering (hmmm, or maybe make that loud and shameless gossiping) all about me (wow, instant ‘celebrity’ eh?!). And FYI to dear readers who really care, they were gossiping every little bit of me (from my hair, my choice of earrings down to my sexy boots bought in HK) right beside my ear (when I was talking to my friends).

Get a grip, joo fucking idiots. Do you think I really care what you have to say?! Come on, grow up. FYI (if you are the person that I mentioned, I dare you come and slap me if you say i’m accusing you wrongly), I dun care what your bitchy mouth has to say. You are NOTHING to my life at all.

True, I was the one whom you guys chose to pick on merely because I dun suck up to your bitch asses, aren’t within your so-called cool and popular gang of friends (I’d rather build relationships that last rather than being cool for a few years den end up with not a tad of shit at all), and maybe I’m a weirdo among the bunch (so what?! I’m the me that true friends have learnt to love, I dun need to change myself for the sake of being accepted as a member of the ‘cool’ category), but so what?!

You gang of bitches lack of RESPECT, are BRAINLESS and honestly, go get a life. The reason I’m writing this isn’t because of I got indignified by you, it’s merely to write a passage to remind myself what I’ve gone thru these few years in high school and what I’ve learnt. I’ve learnt that bitches like you all dun deserve my respect, dun deserve my attention and dun deserve my time. I’ve learnt not to let lowly species like you affect my mood and appetite.

And in addition to that, writing this article is also to remind all you guys (since I’ve face this kind of people before, I dun wish my dear friends go thru the same thing) that nobody who brings you down is worth sulking over. To put it simple, here is a picture (it tells a trillion words ;) :

Those who really bring you down for a reason (eg. if you deserve it), then I certainly hope you learn from what they say. As for those who bring you down (in my case, I’d classify it as jealousy, lol, maybe i’m too gorgeous for them to handle XDXD) out of unnecessary reasons, then just (point your middle finger) ignore them and (ask them to fuck off) move on. They are not worth any of your neurons hard work to process their bitch language and to sulk over it. You are worth RM20984548907608756837528745 (in other words, priceless) to people who care for you. Therefore, dun put your precious little heart in their hands and let them break you. Let those who love you crush you. Coz they hurt you for a reason. They care. Bitches don’t.

Oh yeah. If EVER, the leng zai that assisted in my application procedure in TARC step into my blog, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE drop your phone number to me. I’d love to be friends with you. kekekekeke~ just kidding. The guy was extremely cute and helpful though. ;)

So, my final conclusion is,

THEY. ARE. NOT. WORTH. YOUR. DAMN. AT. ALL.

kthxbai for reading my rants~

and meanwhile, cross your fingers as I’ll be waiting for confirmation from TARC this few weeks.

:)

Phew, nothing much to talk about these days. I’ve been mostly procrastinating in front of the computer, chatting with numerous people on MSN blindly, and surfing the net non-stop (bro left me in the office without any tasks or jobs to do :( ).

Yesterday I went for an interview session in my primary school for the post of a part-time teacher but sadly I was rejected just because of the mere fact that I am a couple of months away from 18. Damn it, you can tell how pissed off I am eh. Overhearing the headmaster talking to the clerks after the interview unnerved me as well, she said to the Malay woman: Kesian lah, dia tak cukup umur, tetapi keputusan agak cemerlang juga.

Shit, if i was so-called ‘cemerlang’, employ me then!!! You are lacking a teacher to tend to several classes of children that are unattended currently (their teacher is on maternity leave).

However, if thinking rationally, it wasn’t the headmaster’s fault that she refused to employ me. Government *rolls eyes irritably* rules state that their ’slaves’ must be over 18 to work in any schools or organisations run by our government *slaps forehead*.

How I miss the carefree days where i was in Tsun Jin High School, we didn’t need to give a damn about the Government because we are running independently (not that we are offered any help at all by our dear beloved Government, but thanks to Dong Zhong, we are fortunate enough to get chinese education).

thank you Nan Nan for making 2005 S1C2, 2006 S2C2 and 2007 S3c2 a living hell for us. *sarcasm sarcasm* added in my form teacher for effect. actually i miss him, but at the same time, i hate him as well. XD

(note to S3C2 buddies who visit my blog: you are NOT allowed to puke here. :P )

Yeap, my ex-teachers were disappointed that I wasn’t employed as well. I miss them a lot, and the chance of working along with them is also long gone just because i’m underaged. *fugg it* The chance of working in a different environment rather than my dad’s office for the next 2 months till TARC’s May intake?! GONE!!!

It wasn’t anyone’s fault that I wasn’t employed, but dissing off my emotions are fun. XDXD

Anyhoo, here are some long overdue pics that i was supposed to share with you guys:
More pictures to come. Not much to share as my first attempt didn’t turn out with a lot of presentable shots. And some are too *ahem* to show.

Anticipating the next shooting session this Saturday. Hopefully the shots will be more presentable this time.

thanks for dropping by. :)

Sometimes I wonder, why western people always state that we Malaysians are friendly and warm people?!

After reading an atricle about the horrors of MySpace, IM, Friendster and various other social networking methods in the newspaper, I came up with my possibly silly conclusion, yet i would like to share it…

Is it because western people are too immersed in technology and forgot about the little things that make our lives special?! With the lame Streamyx service that we Malaysians get (so unlike the good fast services that most countries get), and our mamak hanging out and yumcha culture, I believe we interact more than they do and along the way, learnt the art of communication and also learned how to deal with human beings better and are more sensitive when it comes to feelings and such.

Whereas western people, with their high tech life style, have forgotten the bare essentials of comunication. Everything is taken care of by either IM or SMSing or thru the phone, and not face to face. (now, i’m not saying we Malaysians aren’t using that method as well, but not as serious as what our western counterparts are doing at the moment i guess. I might be wrong, it’s just a guess).

Those who bury themselves with their mobile phones, their iPods, are heading this way as well, one fine day they’ll lack real communication someday. everything so digitalised, one fine day we’ll forget that a good old meeting over a cuppa tea is just the best and ideal way to communicate.

So, fancy dropping your iPod right now?! i dun mind picking it up for you…

BUT…

Finder’s keepers, Loser’s weepers~

XDXD

thanks for reading this lame thought. :)

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UPDATE:

a little bit of ranting…

damn it!!! after some troubleshooting from Sian Siew, i realize i deleted my Google Analytics code when i was messing around with my template!!! fugg it!!! now i dunno what’s been going on in my blog for the past few days. shit. -__-

anyhoo, thanks Sian Siew for the help. it was very helpful indeed. :)