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For the past month I’ve been noticing that RapidKL’s Putra Line has been left unmanned. Some of the gates are faulty and are always open and people have been walking freely without staff supervision. That means two things.

• Got people bring in bomb or lizard or gazart (small keong) for a biological attack also no one know.
• Maybe, just maybe, some people take the LRT free everyday? Since no one supervising the gates mah, anyone can walk in and out whenever they want!

After my close supervision for such a long time, I took the plunge.

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I have been going in and out of the LRT freely without paying for nearly a month!!!!!!!!!!

Scandalous, ain’t it? I know, I deserve to be reported to RapidKL and have them chop off me fingers or something.

But can you blame me? I tell you, I have been wanting to blog about this for a very long time, but I afraid that I did not witness enough to come up with a good conclusion.

Alas, I was right. It has been a month and no one even fucking noticed. Imagine the cost that I saved to travel to college!

By now I bet your fingers are bent on calling the police to arrest me or something. Well, go ahead loh, like I care. It’s staff negligence and I am taking advantage of it. Chui ah?!

And I got another bit of news for you…

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Actually, I have paid RM135 for a Monthly Travel Card. That’s why I’ve been walking in and out of the gates freely. HAHA!

Why *licks lips* so *gives a shudder* serious? ^^ Smile!

Ya, I was just kidding. Anyway, I am partially serious too. It has been a month since I bought the travel card, and I am superbly pissed off with the small amount of attention that the RapidKL staff have been giving me. Or, lack thereof, to be exact.

I expected a simple glance at my Monthly Travel Card (MTC) from the gate-keeper to affirm that I have indeed paid for my ride. However, for the past month I have only noticed lazy glances, or no glances at all. Either they were busy yawning, chit chatting or looking elsewhere.

Nowadays, I’m so annoyed, I don’t bother showing my card anyway.

It’s like anyone can walk through the gate and plan their exit carefully to avoid being spotted. For example, they enter the gateway during the morning rush, blending in with the crowd. Then when they leave, they sneak out right when the lazy fucktard of a guard make a big loud yawn, they avoid detection! Good Lord, any tom dick harry can just travel freely without paying then! That’s what I’m feeling now… Even though I’ve paid, I still expect some sort of checking. Never mind taking out the purse is a fuss to some people, but I’m willing to do it.

It indirectly contrasts TARC defunct security too. They hire guards that catch girls wearing skirts that just lightly brush their knees. What the fuck  is that? A slutty bitch just passed by with half her balls hanging out, why don’t you catch those? Senseless nia. And the reason given by the office for my untimely suspension of my ID card was that there was too many people and the college can’t control. Fuck lah, I don’t eat that. It’s shit, you see. The officer who handed me my ID when I demanded an explanation almost looked apologetic. Damn.

Whooops I wandered off too far.

So, for those who are adventurous, try taking the RapidKL train free of charge one day. See whether you get away with it. They’re so lazy anyway, I think earning a meagre amount just by yawning around is enough to feed their heavyset and useless asses grown to sit at the chair and look sleepy even when it’s NOT during rush hour.

Oh btw, just a personal note. Met a cute Korean guy on the train who talked the smallest amount of English. We exchanged awkward conversation and it was just… Cute. LOL.

K lah babai. Remember tell me if you managed to get away with a free ride on the RapidKL yeah. ;)

Watching Batman : The Dark Knight in Premiere Class was the best investment I have ever made. Heck, thinking back, if I was naughty that day, I’d strangle my bf and demand him pay for Gold Class! Lulz. And that means no Sushi Zanmai for me then since I spent all his money. Blardee hell. -_-

If I said Get Smart was funny and awesome, and Iron Man was one helluva watch, now thinking back, I think i over-estimated them. After watching Batman : The Dark Knight, I tell you man, you’d think the shows you’d ever watched were CRAPPY.

Yes, it’s good till this extent. My cinematic adventures started after I began a relationship with the bf, previously I never liked cinemas. But who would wanna give up a chance to hug their bf and cuddle and steal kisses in a dark dank dirty smelly cinema? Lulz.

So my experiences, compared to the average hardcore movie-goer, is definitely less. Therefore you must trust that I am giving my comments based on true and pure feelings towards the move, unbiased by anything except of my encounters with oh-so-few movies.

It’s a bit intimidating to write a review of my own, really. After reading one helluva write-ups from so many bloggers and movie reviewers, it’s scary but still I guess this movie still deserves a position here in Chaborkia.com to be reviewed. XD So here’s my share of the pie!

This movie is simply fantastic, my dears. I have always hated dark dank dirty smelly looking scenes where you just silhouettes of people running around, screaming their lungs out for their lives while the heroes of the movie move about, avoiding murder while 101 other random people get killed. For me this rocks as the scenes are pretty well-lit and I can see the action-packed details. Why lah do a movie when all I see is ghastly silhouettes moving about fighting the war to save the world while I keep squinting just to see the handsome bugger’s actor’s face?!!!!!11

And speaking of details, do note the intricacy they put in to make Batman’s outfit. Argh those abs… Can kill any sane-minded girl wei. The classiness exuding from Christian Bale (or Bruce Wayne) is so uncanny. The charm and swave that he put into forming Batman’s character? Great. But nothing surprising. What is he compared to the Joker?

Remember, as Joker said to Batman, “You complete me.“

My verdict is, although Joker outshone Batman himself in the movie, they DO have very different roles to portray in the movie.

The late Heath Ledger was the Joker for this sequel of Batman. Let’s start off with the makeup on the Joker… It’s all painted on and left to rot and slowly melt away as the action begins. So unlike the previous series where the Joker’s face is so well painted, you do not see any details on the face. Boring ain’t it? I assure you, anyone who thought of this new ’style’ of Joker is simply genius! It’s so realistic yet so dramatic. The greasy-haired thing… Whoaaaaaa… Gruesome man.

One of them, a polished high class young billionaire while the other, a maniacal nobody intent on bending society’s order.

This movie can really bend a person’s straight mind. To be honest, it’s hard to digest every single mind play they’ve thrown at us at the 2 hour 30 minutes of show-time. For a detailed listing of the ‘values’ exuded in the movie, I suggest you head over to other blogs. Not gonna pinpoint much about it. In a nutshell, it’s brilliantly packaged. Nothing too over the top, yet mind-boggling at the same time. The word plays that sets your brains at work is PURE genius. I have never imagined I’d be looking at a movie with depth rather than just blindly laughing off funny scenes and enjoy the action as I usually do. This really sets your brains kicking and makes you ponder stuff.

And Hong Kong’s landscape has never looked better in the hands of the director, Mr Nolan. Though it was smeared by the presence of a certain sex maniac called EDISON. I dunno whether should I be amused or disgusted. Look at his expression. Any fangirl will go: Oh, so cute. But still remember what he did to several dozens of girls? Yucks. It’s not that sex is dirty or whatnot shit, but please, if you can’t keep your rides with yourself, cut off your itchy dick lah.

This may seem absurb, but some of the Joker’s words… They’re exhilirating to think about, yet it just seems so wrong. The director blended in stuff that we usually overlook. Things that we dare not ask, or ponder about in our daily life, as we’re bred to think in the ‘correct’ social order. Do give a thought on the dialogs, I think it’s very well done. Well planned by the director, and well played by the actors. Bravo!

The show also gave us an insight of humanity at the scene where the passengers of two ships are to decide whether to destruct the other ship, or to sit there and die. Get it? A lose-win situation that no one in their right mind will ever want to be in. The result? Go watch loh.

And a moment’s silence as respect to Heath Ledger. I shrugged off people’s compliments about him being how great an actor he was before I watched the movie. But he really showed what a pro can do. Yet as I write this I feel an internal guilt wash over me. Was it because of the mind-deluding role of Joker, that drove the poor guy to insanity? I certainly hope not. But to be honest, when you submerge yourself into the world of Batman, you really get into a movie. That’s from an audience’s view. But if you were standing in his shoes, you need to do the tongue-licking thing, and really dwelve into character to present your best, what will happen to you then?

For me, getting the audience to deeply appreciate and experience the whole movie, now that’s the key essentials into what makes it a GREAT movie.

I can’t put it better than my fellow blogger friend, k0k, who gave this movie an absolute…

∞/10

Heck, gonna watch it another time round with my buddies! Well worth every single cent spent on this show! Go watch!

A year has passed since I made the decision to go for a diploma then to pursue a degree via advanced standing. Now here am I, having my second year at TARC, having people asking me when am I graduating and what’s my next course of action.

Time really flies.

Reality hits hard when my boyfriend’s college sent him a reminder via mail to remind him to pay his last semesters’ bills. Goodness, last semester already? Year 2 for both of us is drawing to a close.

Crossroads will once again emerge in front of me. This time, there isn’t a grace period of six years for me to mess around, like how I did in high school. This time it’s a decision, for real. The deciding factor that leads me to a new, hopefully more exciting life. And also the ending mark for my educational life. Soon after I graduate from degree in about two years ahead, I’ll be embarking into work life. So fast leh. Sigh. And soon, the horror that is our current PR campaign will dawn upon us and when I wake up, it’ll be all over. Time just flew past.

Hopefully I’ll be strong enough to face the upcoming crossroads. I have all the faith in the world with you, my darling. Let’s face this together strongly okay? It’s scary yet enthralling to be thinking about it… Hmmm…

Today is the day where my group mates dreaded. We were to deliver a presentation for Chinese Writing for Mass Media. It wasn’t just another presentation - you can’t get away by doing it cin-cai style. THIS. IS. SERIOUS. BUSINESS. The lecturer had high requirements for this one.

Year 2 is one hell of work for us. So managing this presentation into our cramped timeline was a bit hard. But we still managed.

Regardless of how much pains we got throughout this, we still enjoyed ourselves tremendously. When my friend said that this will be the last time we will be touching any Chinese subjects in TARC, it struck me pretty hard. No more hard preparations for REAL presentations (usually we get away easy with lame presentations). All of this hard work will only fade to a memory, something that we’d be discussing when we’re old and grey and sit in the kopitiam.

Okay this is getting too melancholy and far-fetched. As of now you’re expecting that we did a good job on the above mentioned presentation? Right? Riiiiiiiiiiight? And you’re dying to know why blogging can affect the sanity of your lecturer?

The answer is NO, we did not do the best, to answer the first question. We did well, but it wasn’t the best. Proceed reading to know how blogs can affect the sanity of your lecturer.

Well to be exact my group mates did a great job. Although, compared to last semester’s Chinese presentation, where we rocked everyone’s ass, we did pretty poorly this time. Besides needing to squeeze lots of time for preparations for this presentation, there are 101 random homeworks to be done. Not a mean feat, nope. Simply nia. YEAH REALLY! *rolls eyes*

Anyway, since this blog is about me… I shall talk about myself. Yes, chaborkia’s vanity mah. ^^ Anyway, I said my group mates did a good job right? Sadly, he word ‘they’ does not include me. T.T

I sucked. Like shit.

I delivered so poorly and even though I wasn’t on the frontline as the main talker and I was behind the computer, my hands were shivering ever so terribly. >.<

Still remember my previous entry about me being a bundle of nerves after I ran up and down the stairs and my blood was pumping rapidly in my veins? Exact same scenario. I lost my cool because I was at home busy printing and giving the assignment a final checkup and wound up being late to school. That means we NEVER had a rehearsal before the real thing. And, I needed to run here and there on heels and a laptop bag on my back. I know one of my team member did the same thing to prepare, too. Poor gal, her heels were sharper than mine. :(

It was disaster in the making. Go on, if you dunno how to spell ‘disaster’, spell my name good enough lah hor, guai~

Okay now that you know it’s a disaster, I think it’s ’nuff said. I thought all was lost after the botched presentation and I walked out dejectedly when it was my turn to go out and give a concluding speech regarding my thoughts on this assignment and my thoughts on the interview process (our subject needed us to interview random people all over the streets T.T) to end the whole presentation.

That’s when it started.

I dunno what the hell happened, but as I start to relate our story of our somewhat successful interview sessions with the random anons, my lecturer’s expression grew from stern to soft then to pure amusement. She was grinning so widely, I was shit scared. Was there some weird big spider on my head? Was my makeup accidentally wiped off? Was there bogey sticking out of me nose? I have no idea.

Thus, I giggled along at the sight of her amusement, somewhat amused as well as confused.

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Turns out it WAS my fault she’s laughing. Or, to put it this way, SOMEWHAT my fault.

The way I portrayed myself… The way I gave my speech… It amused her. I have no idea what sort of facial expressions I plastered on my face. It somewhat amused my classmates and particularly, her. I was standing directly in front of her, walking around, picking on unsuspecting victims as I related my interview process mishaps to others.

She giggled to the extent that she was shaking on the chair. She was in giggling fits and was burying her face on her arms to muffle her laughter. That freaking got me nervous again! T.T Then I asked her again, what’s wrong?! She said, never mind, you’re entertaining, please proceed.

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So was that a compliment, or what? Turns out I suck hard at doing FORMAL presentations. I really do. Several of my previous speeches, whom I depended heavily on notes to recite, turned out LOUSY.

Is the above scenario enough to illustrate that what I lack is confidence, and confidence regarding the matter? I was uber confident when I told my story to my classmates but I was totally defunct of any shred of confidence I had when it was my turn to do a mock interview during my formal presentation. Chabor, time to ditch the small notes, right? ;)

And what, you ask, has everything I’ve written got to do with blogging?

Well, I dunno the exact reason why some people love to haunt my blog, but a good beefy friend of mine told me it’s the style? The way I illustrate things? I guess that style came out during my speech. It wasn’t intentional, mind you. Since I wasn’t well prepared, I just went and talk like I have nothing to lose, when ACTUALLY I am thinking I am gonna lose my mind due to the stress and stage fright. And along the way, a lot of hand gestures and walking around, using body language to illustrate my points?

After some hard thought on what I can do with my new found ‘talent’… I went and asked my mom what can I do with it.

Then it struck me.

‘I know! I know!’ I told my mom.

I can become a CLOWN!

Lame way to end my blog post, I know, but grade me for effort okay? I need to rush my English assignment now, jeez. Bye!

Just a quick update as I wait for my friend’s approval before finishing off my assignment.

Well, Ya Hui is NOT pleased with one of her lecturers. A combination of a demanding lecturer plus bleeding the nuts out of myself during the time of the month (You get the deal right? Shhh!) doesn’t help either. I normally don’t fall flat over these sort of stuff, but what the heck, I did. I cursed (*&^&*$^%!(@) right after I got provoked by the lecturer.

Wanna know the story?

He was freaking late for our tutorial, especially an important one today since we are going to give a speech. Stuck in the rain, he told our class representative. Okay fine. If it was any lecturer, we’d just shrug it off. But for him? Nyoooooooooo… Never had a good track record of coming to class on time. Gosh once I was late for like 30 minutes, and I was running like a mad chicken up the 3 freaking flight of stairs, I ran into the classroom panting, still shivering on my high heels, and prepared to holler a big SORRY at the lecturer to find myself staring stupidly at my surprised classmates. Yeap, he was later than me. Geng leh?

And I have to pardon my hypocrisy. I know when we students are late, and lecturers’ diss us about it, it will be the poor lecturers’ fault even though we are the persons at fault. HAHA! Typical college students, don’t you just hate us?! *Mock mock* But well, isn’t that what makes a teenager, a teenager? Typically full of nonsense, excuses and late-dom. ^^

So anyway, my story. He came an hour later. I was the first one to do the speech because he picked the topmost assignment to start first but I was nowhere to be seen due that I was spending my sweet time primping in the toilet. Girls, you know. ;) So I got shoved to the back, meaning I do the speech last.

Hollering back down my memory lane, my first ever speech for my Public Speaking class was a disaster. I had no idea what the heck I was doing, I was shit scared at the sight of my classmates (reaaaaaaaaally), and I was shivering as though the concrete below me is going to give way. Know how to spell disaster? Dunno ah, dun need to know. Spelling ‘Ya Hui’ can equal to spelling disaster on that day liao. -_-

So, when I finished primping and made sure my makeup was in order, I went back to the classroom and maintained my cool. My mistake on my last speech was UNNECESSARY fear. Get it? Who’d be scared of their classmates, really. -_- It was all a psychological factor - fear. An unnecessary one, that is. So, I was busy maintaining my cool throughout the speech. I was calm and confident. And that’s what is much needed to present a good speech.

But my coolness didn’t last.

Off it was my turn and I stood up to go and do my speech. And that fella, who is ALREADY FREAKING ONE HOUR LATE AND HAS BEEN SKIPPING AWAY ON MY FRIEND’S SPEECH BY ASKING THEM TO FREAKING FASTFORWARD, actually shrieked at the sight of my jeans material skirt and demanded that I have a change of clothes with one of my classmates or it will be no deal for me.

Fuck it. I already have my makeup on, which made my brother lose his precious time waiting for me to finish painting my face, and in turn, made him late too. And I was all dressed up for the speech, no way am I gonna dress up just to do a speech for him next week just because of a dressing error. Plus, next week will be a challenging week for us, we got other presentations to worry about. Postponing it means not getting today’s agenda done. AND, not to mention it was already 11.50pm then, 10 minutes away before the next class needs to use our classroom.

Hence, Ya Hui turned to the girl who had similar dress size with me, fuming with rage. My friend had a a pair of 3 inch heels. And we were on Level 3. Toilet’s at Level G. By the time I ran up the classroom after I change, my blood was pumping in my veins, and my adrenaline was rushing. My cool that I’ve tried so hard to maintain, all is lost. T.T

Damn you, Mr Anon Lecturer. I hate you for that. If it’s my fault, screw me for it. Deduct my presentation marks, if you will. Dun make my friend pay the price for me. No matter how much she said it doens’t matter, it still hurts me to see her walking down on those flimsy heels. :( And it wasn’t like my skirt was torn and ripped apart, revealing my buttcrack, it was pretty decent in my opinion.

I know I’ll be shot down with ‘life’s unfair’ statements, but hey, a girl gotta release her steam, right? ^^

Okay lah thanks for listening me rant, you da best. ;)

Good night!

ENDNOTE: Gawd I wish I can spew out lengthy essays for my assignments like how I spew out my rant blog posts, he he!