I am also Jane, doing everything except study. I woke up pretty early today (part of my plan to live a healthier lifestyle) and promised myself I'd do some substantive studying. But ever since 11am, I've done everything except that. Did I mention I bought a new toy?
I now have a Philips blender and am very happy with my purchase. Why? Today I decided that it was an auspicious day to officiate my blender and so, I chose a ripe mango to start it all off with. I puréed the mango, added a bit of sugar just to get rid of the acidity, popped it into a container and into the freezer, stirring every half an hour (because it was a small batch, logic!) and three hours later, voilà! Me mango sorbet (I forgot to take pictures because after I took a bite just for sampling, I got so carried away that before I knew it, I had finished the whole batch! And am definitely craving for more). I'm now waiting for the other two mangos to ripen just so I can purée them. Besides that, I also have a watermelon waiting to be blended when the time comes. In between waiting for the mango sorbet, I also decided to blend ice scream with coffee. Although I didn't have ice to make ice blended, it tasted just fine. Except that instead of ending up with ice blended coffee, I had coffee-chocolate milk shake which tasted orgasmic.
Yes, I'm in love with my blender and my roommate and I were thinking of all things possible to blend while I was busy having an orgasm from the mango sorbet and she was testing out her electric yoghurt maker. And now, I'm going to go study, just so I won't feel guilty at the end of the day. More blending later!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I am Jane catching a breather
Been meaning to blog, but just couldn't find the time, between getting caught in class, rushing here and there, meeting so-and-so, and the unavoidable shopping. I'm finally sitting on my bed, eye lids feeling heavy, articles finished, stomach full, and all ready to hit the sack.
I really should think about investing in a voice recorder to record all my thoughts, but then again, I'd probably lose interest in a few days, or worse still, never even bother to open it. Nevertheless, this week has been an eventful week, and I'd say that although things didn't go 100% my way, I think they were tolerable times.
Things I've come across on my path to self-realisation this week, very random because they happened on different occasions, but still, serve as a very good lesson and a great satisfaction to me:
I remember the best day I had in Help with them. It was definitely not the first day of school,it was definitely not my birthday, but it was the night when they all crowded into my small but cozy and filled-with-sorrow room and we chatted all through out the night. I even remember Weiling acting funny in front of the web camera with Han Foong and Boon Woei's expression show. He was so good at it. I kind of miss those days, really. If I had the chance, I would have made them better, spent more time with them, instead of spending my time with someone so useless who didn't even appreciate my existance. Nevertheless, the experience gave me a really good friend, so I'm not one to complain.
After meeting AiLi, I headed over to meet Diane, and off to Sungei Wang we went. Mind you, I'm not a Sungei Wang girl and I most definitely hate the crowd. But that was the only place that sold the belt I really wanted and so, what I want, I will try my best to get and that's how we ended up in Sungei Wang. Fortunately, the usual crowd was not present because it was a week day and so, I could walk freely without having to worry that I'd be squeezed in between smelly armpits. I think Sungei Wang has this aura about it. The minute I stepped into the place, I felt a shiver down my spine, not a scary one, but a disgusted kind of thing. It was as if I had just stepped into LALA-land, where the Lalas go crazy over RM10 clothes and what not. Diane agreed, Sungei Wang has this way of making you feel cheap, not to say that we feel a must buy branded clothes, but it puts us at ease to know that we did not cause or rather, help promote child labour and un favourable working terms.
Random picture because my blog is so wordy. Looks like I'm giving the De Wars bottle a titty fuck, and am enjoying it too. Curse the camera man who took the picture for positioning the camera that way. By the way, the guy in white, his name is Nike. Seriously. It says so on his I.C. And the Chinese guy in black, Sam, he's single and currently looking. So any takers? And the Cheshire cat at the back grinning from ear to ear, don't bother.
Doesn't this look like an arts and crafts lover's heaven. It sure does for me, although the things are too over-priced for my liking. They do sell great stuff and offer a very huge variety though. Art Friend (or heaven) in The Gardens Midvalley.
Doesn't this look familiar? This is one of the 'smart' toilets our DPM had to personally officiate not long ago. I guess somebody decided to show the toilet who is smarter. Or maybe the toilet just wasn't smart enough. Goes to show that any toilet will be vandalised by Malaysians. Why bother building smart ones? They'll just end up like this. With flies swarming around, and rubbish in the sit.
I really should think about investing in a voice recorder to record all my thoughts, but then again, I'd probably lose interest in a few days, or worse still, never even bother to open it. Nevertheless, this week has been an eventful week, and I'd say that although things didn't go 100% my way, I think they were tolerable times.
Things I've come across on my path to self-realisation this week, very random because they happened on different occasions, but still, serve as a very good lesson and a great satisfaction to me:
- I hate injustice: I don't only hate it when it happens to me, but I hate it when it happens to other people as well, and this includes characters of movies I'm watching. I really don't know why, everytime I see someone getting a sucker punch for something he didn't do, (even if it's just a movie), I feel my temperature and heart beat rising, I wish I could do something (change the story line?). Probably because I've gone through so much injustice, that's why I now have empathy, maybe. Well, nobody ever said that life was a fair, what I always here is life's a bitch, so you've got to be the bigger bitch to survive, which brings me to the next one:
- I am a Cut-throat bitch and I'm proud to be one almost two years ago, when I was staying alone in Damansara Heights, Diane stayed over and we had the best girl talk ever (yeah, totally *just for effects). She also told me, just before she left, and she also permanently inked it into my book of memories that in life, sometimes you've just got to be the cold hearted bitch for people to respect you. During those days, I wouldn't consider myself weak, but vulnerable I was. Even though I did see the truth in her words, it was hard for me to live up to them, maybe because I just don't like being cold hearted. Today, I really see that I sometimes turn into a stone cold cut-throat bitch, especially when I am angered or injustice is hurled into my face. And I don't mind being one, because deep down inside, I know why I'm doing it, it's because people who DON'T get the cut-throat bitch treatment treat me like crap and walk all over me, and people who do but still treat me like crap deserve all the crap I throw back at them. Agree?
- Turn right, turn left, go straight, still die; No, not literally, it's really an old Malay saying. It's when whatever you do is considered wrong, no matter what your intentions are. I went clubbing last week after a very long while, and found out my best friend's new policy in dating. I won't exactly approve of it, but he has his points. So, we shall live and let live. The thing is, I met his new official girlfriend, but I really didn't like her even after the first meeting and I kind of guessed that the relationship was out of lust (either that or my friend has thoroughly gone insane). I really couldn't say anything because everytime he called or I did, she was always there, so I assumed that he was deeply and newly in love again, although I really didn't think that it'd last. Whatever it is, things aren't turning out well now, and one day, he started telling me all the things that I noticed the first time I met her. I really don't understand how a mere stranger can see through another stranger on the first meeting while lovers take almost three months to figure one another out. But that really isn't my problem. My problem is I was asked why didn't I say that I didn't like her in the first place. Why? My reasons are pure logic, common sense with a hint of experience. For one, the last time I told my best friend I didn't like her lover, I lost a best friend, not that I feel anything now. I really don't feel the lost. Secondly, if a person can spend every single day with another, it would mean that you really like the person, or at least can tolerate the person, right? Which would mean that if I were to say that I don't like the latter, chances are that you're going to defend the latter, right (or worse still, just turn your back on me)?
- I am slowly forming a personality of my own, and nobody else's. I don't mean to say that I had no personality back then, I'm just saying that when you're young, you tend to get influenced easily. I find that I'm slowly growing out of it, which is both, good and bad. Good because now, I don't really bother about what other's think about what I do. I just do what I think is right and don't give two flying fuck about the rest. Bad because I'm stubborn, and I'm scared that once I become personally stable, then I will become even more stubborn in my ways. As it is, I already have many principles of which I am very unwilling to compromise. Is it wrong if I have my own justification of what's right and wrong? You can't judge me. Because I say it's WRONG! Lol. Seriously, I really agree with the theleological moral standard of egoism. Why should your actions be any more right than mine? If you can tell me, than we can compromise, but I'm not bowing down. With egosim, also comes my bigger than life ego; which is very rare for a girl. (is there such a thing as an Alpha Female? Lol). By the way, I think the right to privacy should be made a mandatory human right.
- Money and Me don't go together. I wish it really wasn't this way, but my bank account has really suffered a huge severity in terms of materiality this month. I've been over-activating it, I think. I promised I'd save my pay for something better, but money has been flying out of my wallet/ bank account/ pocket/ hands as if it is able to defy all gravitational forces. Nevertheless, I shall make a new resolution to try harder from now on.
- I'm not your average girl. I don't do things that average girls do. Maybe I've passed the average girl stage, or maybe I'm purely just simply not one. I don't know. Sunil doesn't see me as a girl although Gan HAS to or else he'd be so gay, but I think I'm a different type of girl to him, in the sense that I'm his one and only girl (muahahaha). The other day, after clubbing, we were all sitting at the Darussalam having supper and because there was a guy to girl ratio of 3:1, I got incorporated in as one of the guys. Even though I provided a girl's kind of view, I was still, one of the guys. Not to say that I'm always just one of the guys when it comes to my guy friends, but with these people, I'm always one of the guys. However, after their long discussion, they have come to a conclusion that I'm not your average girl who goes bimbotic at the sight of pink and fluffy things. I may be a cut throat / corporate bitch, but I'm definitely not a bimbotic bitch. That's the different.
- I will always have friends I can count on. Let's hope it stays that way. I feel like things are getting back to normal. And I'm glad to have all these wonderful people around me. I just hope things stay like this without having to drift them apart. I wish there weren't anymore misunderstandings that will make us mad at each other. I'm not exactly miss popular, but just as long as these handful of people stay close to me, I'm grateful enough.
Boon Woei being shy. When asked if he missed me, he non-hessitantly answered "No, I don't miss anyone wan". GG.
I remember the best day I had in Help with them. It was definitely not the first day of school,it was definitely not my birthday, but it was the night when they all crowded into my small but cozy and filled-with-sorrow room and we chatted all through out the night. I even remember Weiling acting funny in front of the web camera with Han Foong and Boon Woei's expression show. He was so good at it. I kind of miss those days, really. If I had the chance, I would have made them better, spent more time with them, instead of spending my time with someone so useless who didn't even appreciate my existance. Nevertheless, the experience gave me a really good friend, so I'm not one to complain.
After meeting AiLi, I headed over to meet Diane, and off to Sungei Wang we went. Mind you, I'm not a Sungei Wang girl and I most definitely hate the crowd. But that was the only place that sold the belt I really wanted and so, what I want, I will try my best to get and that's how we ended up in Sungei Wang. Fortunately, the usual crowd was not present because it was a week day and so, I could walk freely without having to worry that I'd be squeezed in between smelly armpits. I think Sungei Wang has this aura about it. The minute I stepped into the place, I felt a shiver down my spine, not a scary one, but a disgusted kind of thing. It was as if I had just stepped into LALA-land, where the Lalas go crazy over RM10 clothes and what not. Diane agreed, Sungei Wang has this way of making you feel cheap, not to say that we feel a must buy branded clothes, but it puts us at ease to know that we did not cause or rather, help promote child labour and un favourable working terms.
Random picture because my blog is so wordy. Looks like I'm giving the De Wars bottle a titty fuck, and am enjoying it too. Curse the camera man who took the picture for positioning the camera that way. By the way, the guy in white, his name is Nike. Seriously. It says so on his I.C. And the Chinese guy in black, Sam, he's single and currently looking. So any takers? And the Cheshire cat at the back grinning from ear to ear, don't bother.By the way, did I mention I cut my dress? It's the exact one I'm wearing in the picture above. It used to be a spaghetti straps with bra paddings. Spaghetti straps don't flatter me as much as halters do and even then, the spaghetti straps were always coming lose, exposing my boobs. And thus, I decided to do a 5 minute alteration by snapping the spaghetti straps at the end so that I can tie it as a halter, and made little incisions like those done for boob augmentation, and removing the bra paddings which made my boobies look pornstar-like. Hahaha..
Doesn't this look like an arts and crafts lover's heaven. It sure does for me, although the things are too over-priced for my liking. They do sell great stuff and offer a very huge variety though. Art Friend (or heaven) in The Gardens Midvalley.
Doesn't this look familiar? This is one of the 'smart' toilets our DPM had to personally officiate not long ago. I guess somebody decided to show the toilet who is smarter. Or maybe the toilet just wasn't smart enough. Goes to show that any toilet will be vandalised by Malaysians. Why bother building smart ones? They'll just end up like this. With flies swarming around, and rubbish in the sit.By the way, went for my first belly dancing class and absolutely loved it, although it's priced at RM 35 per class (oouch says my wallet). I think it's worth it because they only have a small class and the teacher is really nice and patient. And I have bad coordination. Lol. That isn't new, but I do have agility, which is good for belly dancing. Expect a toner me soon! In view of my healt consciousness, I have decided to detox. Anybody knows a good detox plan?
My penthouse idiots housemates made an even bigger mess and these people should be sent to reform school where they teach them basic manners and courtesy. The whole house is full of flies and the flies have migrated into my room, which is VERY ANNOYING especially when I'm trying to sleep. I've tried killing them with Ridsect but the buggers were still flying around even after one whole day. In the end, I killed the ones who accidentally flew in between my screen protector and LCD by smashing them lightly. Disgusting, but necessary.
Till then, my boring blog will be boring, although I'm not complaining because boring means I'm not angry. Bear with me.
P/s: Today is supposed to be "Malaysia Day". I'm still looking for the new government but I don't see one. I don't mean to say that the soon-to-be new one will be any better than the old, but what's really obvious is that it's time for a change. Let's just hope for the best
Also, I got my Progress Test one marks back this week. The paper I studied my ass off for, I failed! Not only that, some idiot who calculated my marks understated my marks and my stupid lecturer refused to add them back for me. It's not just one or two marks. It's a lot. Irony is that he's the same guy who never forgets to remind us that "every mark is precious". Why don't you live up to your words? The other paper, which I didn't study at all, and went in to the exam hall only thinking of going back, I did pretty well! Seriously, the only moral of the story here that I see is don't study so that you will not only pass, but get good marks as well.
P/p/s: Since somebody said that he hasn't been very involved in my life for the past few weeks, let me remind him that I just went out with him last Sunday for a great lunch and successful shopping. That was the first time he ever let me pull him around Indian street looking for a long skirt after his faithful experience with his mother's Sarree shopping. Lol.
My penthouse idiots housemates made an even bigger mess and these people should be sent to reform school where they teach them basic manners and courtesy. The whole house is full of flies and the flies have migrated into my room, which is VERY ANNOYING especially when I'm trying to sleep. I've tried killing them with Ridsect but the buggers were still flying around even after one whole day. In the end, I killed the ones who accidentally flew in between my screen protector and LCD by smashing them lightly. Disgusting, but necessary.
Till then, my boring blog will be boring, although I'm not complaining because boring means I'm not angry. Bear with me.
P/s: Today is supposed to be "Malaysia Day". I'm still looking for the new government but I don't see one. I don't mean to say that the soon-to-be new one will be any better than the old, but what's really obvious is that it's time for a change. Let's just hope for the best
Also, I got my Progress Test one marks back this week. The paper I studied my ass off for, I failed! Not only that, some idiot who calculated my marks understated my marks and my stupid lecturer refused to add them back for me. It's not just one or two marks. It's a lot. Irony is that he's the same guy who never forgets to remind us that "every mark is precious". Why don't you live up to your words? The other paper, which I didn't study at all, and went in to the exam hall only thinking of going back, I did pretty well! Seriously, the only moral of the story here that I see is don't study so that you will not only pass, but get good marks as well.
P/p/s: Since somebody said that he hasn't been very involved in my life for the past few weeks, let me remind him that I just went out with him last Sunday for a great lunch and successful shopping. That was the first time he ever let me pull him around Indian street looking for a long skirt after his faithful experience with his mother's Sarree shopping. Lol.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
I am Jane, Calamity Jane
Auntie was disturbing me about how Murphy's law seems to rule my stars and planets (touch wood) and she decided that I should change my name to Calamity Jane. Which is kind of cool, since it is true to a certain extend.
Had a very fulfilling day today in terms of mind, but my wallet and bank account suffered a severe and significant drop in terms of materiality. I did everything I was supposed to do, although there were tiny changes here and there, but I still got everything done, but I came home tired and I wasted time looking here and there instead of doing my work.
About 10 minutes ago, there was a blizzard in Sunway. I wonder if there was a sandstorm at the surf beach. Lol. I was really excited when I heard the wind started howling, but as I was doing my work, suddenly my housemate cut off the internet. I can't blame her, but then again, if I don't finish my work, I wouldn't be able to go to sleep. It sucks living with other people. It's bad enough you have to tolerate other people during the day in public, but having to come home and not be able to feel comfortable or even have the least privacy really sucks. But then again, I'm not yet a graduate and I can't really do much about it (unless they kick me out! Of which I will find a way), but things are really getting out of hand. The penthouse idiots decided to test the already dying fridge's limit by buying more stuff which they didn't really need and stuffing everything into the fridge, this includes dry food stuff such as unopen spaghetti packs, unopened tuna cans and who knows what else. The fridge gave in and now it cannot be closed at all. The rubber has kind of worn off and doesn't stick. What's worse is I have strawberries inside as well as YOGHURT drinks. I remember the last time the fat-ass decided to go kampung and leave the fridge door open. Me, the unknowing victim, ate the yoghurt I had left there and had the worst stomach ache ever. It's like Deja Vu again. Now, at 3.40am, the next room is still laughing like a hyena, totally oblivious to their surroundings. Seriously feel like just taking the knife and slashing them one day.
Anyways, my net is constantly being cut off, so I shall elaborate tomorrow, with pictures. Good night!! By the way, I've made up my mind that I should stop making excuses and go for belly dancing classes starting this SATURDAY. Money burnt some more. But I hope this will be a good investment. We'll see how it goes.
Had a very fulfilling day today in terms of mind, but my wallet and bank account suffered a severe and significant drop in terms of materiality. I did everything I was supposed to do, although there were tiny changes here and there, but I still got everything done, but I came home tired and I wasted time looking here and there instead of doing my work.
About 10 minutes ago, there was a blizzard in Sunway. I wonder if there was a sandstorm at the surf beach. Lol. I was really excited when I heard the wind started howling, but as I was doing my work, suddenly my housemate cut off the internet. I can't blame her, but then again, if I don't finish my work, I wouldn't be able to go to sleep. It sucks living with other people. It's bad enough you have to tolerate other people during the day in public, but having to come home and not be able to feel comfortable or even have the least privacy really sucks. But then again, I'm not yet a graduate and I can't really do much about it (unless they kick me out! Of which I will find a way), but things are really getting out of hand. The penthouse idiots decided to test the already dying fridge's limit by buying more stuff which they didn't really need and stuffing everything into the fridge, this includes dry food stuff such as unopen spaghetti packs, unopened tuna cans and who knows what else. The fridge gave in and now it cannot be closed at all. The rubber has kind of worn off and doesn't stick. What's worse is I have strawberries inside as well as YOGHURT drinks. I remember the last time the fat-ass decided to go kampung and leave the fridge door open. Me, the unknowing victim, ate the yoghurt I had left there and had the worst stomach ache ever. It's like Deja Vu again. Now, at 3.40am, the next room is still laughing like a hyena, totally oblivious to their surroundings. Seriously feel like just taking the knife and slashing them one day.
Anyways, my net is constantly being cut off, so I shall elaborate tomorrow, with pictures. Good night!! By the way, I've made up my mind that I should stop making excuses and go for belly dancing classes starting this SATURDAY. Money burnt some more. But I hope this will be a good investment. We'll see how it goes.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
I am Jane's Hidden Agenda
I have a hidden agenda. My mother says that my glorious behind is 'itchy' because ever since I've moved to KL, I've been constantly moving places almost every year. I've just moved into Lagoon View less than 7 months ago, but now I'm feeling the itch to move again. Let me get this straight, in actual fact, my derrière is neither physically, literally nor figuratively itchy at all.
The first time I had to move was because I was 'relocating' to a better life, or so it seemed that way during then. Although I must say that I'm very glad with the move because that place was a pothole (pun intended) place anyway. Nevertheless, Sunway is well-known for being expensive and thus, even a twin sharing room is absurdly priced. That, and the idea of having to share my room with another stranger after my second experience, pushed me to move (this is what my mother means by my rocking the boat, I can't actually deny it really). My first roommate was Guat Lee, I shall not get into how I came to know her and who introduced us because the person no longer exists when I'm concerned. I must say that she was a fantastic partner in crime, even though I barely knew her when I first roomed with her, but then again, I was childish, foolish and naive, and so I let our friendship and relationship dwindle. If I had the chance, I'd go back to rectify it. I admit my mistakes now because I know that it was partially my fault for believing in someone so stupid but I don't regret them because at least it made me stronger and more cautious.
My original plan was to move in with my friends, and since the other apartment looked as if it was a murder scene, we had no choice but to look for a unit in the even more absurdly priced Lagoon View. We found one to our liking, but the terms were not in our favour. I still remember the heart ache and trouble it caused me, and I tell you that experience is living proof that Murphy's law doesn't only exist, but is, to a certain extend, very mild. Let's just say that bad things didn't cease to exist even after meeting all five requirements, it went further on. Even though I persevered, I ended up with nothing at all. That is why I don't believe that if you have determination, and perseverance, you can achieve anything. That is bullshit and I can prove to you that it is a lie. The experience, however, taught me a lesson I thought I'd never learn, that is to know when to quit and when enough is enough. I, stubborn as I am, am, in fact, determined and strong-willed, that is, once I set my mind to it. This, has led to my not being able to give up and insisting on my own ways, even though the path that it leads to is of much consequences (most of them unknown). I like being the guinea pig, the pioneer, of which later on every body will follow suit, with regards to my success. It has always been like this. Nobody will even remember me after that, but if something went wrong, I'm always to blame even though I really didn't know that person at all. Nevertheless, the condo experience was one of a narrow escape, of which I could have been liable for RM3000 legally, and for that I am thankful.
And so, I ended up here, in a twin sharing room of a 12-room pent house. Luxurious as it sounds, it is not at all how you expect it to be. Of course the room has a better design, is more spacious, with a built-in closet, tall windows and better looking curtains, but the outside is HORRIBLE. At least it is not as dirty as it used to be when I was staying at Monash Condo with the Indonesian housemate (I don't usually generalize, but she really left a bad impression of Indonesians on me). Not only that, my things used to go missing! For the first few months, life here was way better than in the Condo. But with the addition of a VU housemate, it became the same as before. Things missing, food missing, utensils missing, utensils being used without permission, and misplaced, equipment being blown up and misused without permission. And when she had a new roommate, she decided that it was custom to pass on the habit and so has 'educated' her junior to do the same as her. And she, her friend who doesn't even stay in this side of the penthouse. When I first moved here, I liked how the people here were cautious of their space and did not invade each other's privacy, but this all vanished when these people came into the picture. To make matters worse, the management decided to throw caution to the wind and admit any Teressa, Debra and Hermione (sisters of Tom, Dick and Harry) in here. When I first moved here, the warden had told me that the penthouse was 'exclusive' and was reserved only for hostelites with good track records. This is so not the case now. It just doesn't make sense to put a Muslim girl among several Chinese girls, especially if they come from China and love pork so much they throw it everywhere on the floor. Not only that, now there's a Black girl here (although I'm afraid of African guys, I don't really have a problem with the girls) and the Malay girl has decided that she should teach her how to violate people's space and blow up other people's new microwaves.
You can argue that this is not my house, but how would you feel if you stayed in a place where any one can walk in and out as they please?You might as well leave the doors open, put a 'WELCOME" mat outside and put up fliers to invite thieves in. I never did realise and never did have a problem until now, but now I DO NOT like people touching my things without my permission ESPECIALLY if they plan to blow it up, don't follow instructions, insist on putting metal into the microwave even though there is no plate in there to turn, and ESPECIALLY IF THEY PLAN TO LEAVE IT EVERYWHERE ELSE EXCEPT where they found it and in a dirty condition. I am not your maid and I am not your mother. I did not purchase my things for your use and convenience and I most certainly do not fancy cleaning up after you. Heck, I don't even fancy cleaning up after myself but at least I have the decency to take up the responsibility.
As I've said, monkeys should be treated like monkeys, and uncivilized people should be treated as they are. I tried talking NICELY to them not once, not twice, but UMPTEEN times, but still they don't get the point. In actual fact, it is official that they do not have my permission and consent and are specifically prohibited from using my things, but these thick cement faced people insist on using other people's things, and so I went to the next step. I stuck a big fat notice that said please keep your OWN space clean to avoid cockroaches and OTHER PESTS (Pests being them). But no, these people are blind. They choose to be oblivious and continue using other people's things. And so, that day, I chose to be oblivious to their presence and purportedly bad-mouthed them in front of my friend. If you want to be thick-faced, I shall treat you as you are. But she proved me wrong, her face is thicker than thick face because she still leaves her things everywhere and dirties my stuff. Can you imagine she warped the table Prema left me? It is up to that extent what her horrible habits are. My roommate showed her no mercy and put up a very frank notice that read "PRIVATE PROPERTY, TRESPASSERS will be prosecuted. And guess what, they still trespass, when they THINK no one is looking.
And so, the other day, while walking around Pyramid, I spotted Sam, and found out that he got kicked out of the Condo because he has been staying there for more than one year. I am waiting anxiously for someone to kick me out, but to no avail. I cannot get kicked out because I committed a crime because then my mother would know. Any ideas? I really want my own space. I feel so violated, invaded, trespassed, EXPOSED! I want my own space. I want I want I want. And so, my conniving little scheming brain has decided that I shall be 'oblivious' to the fact that I have to appeal for another year's stay, meaning that I will 'disregard' the existence of the letter, and look for other things to manipulate into being in my favour as well, I must say I am very good at that. So, if you have any more ideas, please feel free to drop them in the chat box. The plan that actually works will win a dinner on me (not literally) at Carl's Junior? Shogun? What tickles your fancy? If my mother could speed up her process of getting a house here (but she wouldn't be staying here anyway, since my dad refuses to move), then I'd get the whole house to myself!! MUAHAHAHA..Evil evil..And I'd get a car! MUAHAHAHA..By the way, did I mention I'm no longer on probation? I am now a full-fledged driver who has not driven in two years.
On a side note, about two nights ago, I was browsing through Sze Wei's blog when her friend list caught my attention. Under the name Chin Kwang was the title 'Of Condo and Mentari Court'. Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to drop by and visit. It seems that Chin Kwang is currently in Sunway! Doing what, I didn't know.
First, let me explain who Chin Kwang is. Koay Chin Kwang is the brother of Koay Guat Im who was my senior who enjoyed bullying me during my Girl Guide as well as Ranger days. She never failed to heavily 'punish' me during base games every year during our annual so-called 'camp' which really is just staying in school and nothing at all like real camping, except that one night when we get to cook our own food over an open fire. Other than that, Chin Kwang was also my brother's class mate before he skipped a year and I have met him on a few occasions, such as in his school, and during Buddhist camp. I must say that I was very impressed when I first saw his acting debut at the inter-school drama competition. Nevertheless, we are more or less acquaintances, rather than friends.
The next morning after I found out about his staying here at Sunway, I heard a very young guy's voice calling my name while I was passing by the financial counter (of which there is another story to it) and when I turned around to look, it was HIM! How weird is that, it was as if stumbling accross his blog was like a fore-warning to meeting him. That's the end of my curiousity. Totally random, isn't it?
P/s: My IV wounds still hurt like crazy!!!! And now the place where they took blood from is starting to turn green as well. I look like a pot addict and my gums have pieces of string dangling from them. Am having them removed tomorrow and after that, I'm going to meet Aili.
By the way, I asked my mother to call the hospital while I was in class so that I could run there if I needed to right after class, but she decided to entrust my dad with the task, of which instead of heading to the hospital, he headed the opposite to Dr. Low's clinic. Great parenting. No comment. Maybe all wounds are the same, all organs are the same, so next time, when you need a heart transplant and they only have kidneys, try it. Apparently they're all the same, that is, according to great parents.
The first time I had to move was because I was 'relocating' to a better life, or so it seemed that way during then. Although I must say that I'm very glad with the move because that place was a pothole (pun intended) place anyway. Nevertheless, Sunway is well-known for being expensive and thus, even a twin sharing room is absurdly priced. That, and the idea of having to share my room with another stranger after my second experience, pushed me to move (this is what my mother means by my rocking the boat, I can't actually deny it really). My first roommate was Guat Lee, I shall not get into how I came to know her and who introduced us because the person no longer exists when I'm concerned. I must say that she was a fantastic partner in crime, even though I barely knew her when I first roomed with her, but then again, I was childish, foolish and naive, and so I let our friendship and relationship dwindle. If I had the chance, I'd go back to rectify it. I admit my mistakes now because I know that it was partially my fault for believing in someone so stupid but I don't regret them because at least it made me stronger and more cautious.
My original plan was to move in with my friends, and since the other apartment looked as if it was a murder scene, we had no choice but to look for a unit in the even more absurdly priced Lagoon View. We found one to our liking, but the terms were not in our favour. I still remember the heart ache and trouble it caused me, and I tell you that experience is living proof that Murphy's law doesn't only exist, but is, to a certain extend, very mild. Let's just say that bad things didn't cease to exist even after meeting all five requirements, it went further on. Even though I persevered, I ended up with nothing at all. That is why I don't believe that if you have determination, and perseverance, you can achieve anything. That is bullshit and I can prove to you that it is a lie. The experience, however, taught me a lesson I thought I'd never learn, that is to know when to quit and when enough is enough. I, stubborn as I am, am, in fact, determined and strong-willed, that is, once I set my mind to it. This, has led to my not being able to give up and insisting on my own ways, even though the path that it leads to is of much consequences (most of them unknown). I like being the guinea pig, the pioneer, of which later on every body will follow suit, with regards to my success. It has always been like this. Nobody will even remember me after that, but if something went wrong, I'm always to blame even though I really didn't know that person at all. Nevertheless, the condo experience was one of a narrow escape, of which I could have been liable for RM3000 legally, and for that I am thankful.
And so, I ended up here, in a twin sharing room of a 12-room pent house. Luxurious as it sounds, it is not at all how you expect it to be. Of course the room has a better design, is more spacious, with a built-in closet, tall windows and better looking curtains, but the outside is HORRIBLE. At least it is not as dirty as it used to be when I was staying at Monash Condo with the Indonesian housemate (I don't usually generalize, but she really left a bad impression of Indonesians on me). Not only that, my things used to go missing! For the first few months, life here was way better than in the Condo. But with the addition of a VU housemate, it became the same as before. Things missing, food missing, utensils missing, utensils being used without permission, and misplaced, equipment being blown up and misused without permission. And when she had a new roommate, she decided that it was custom to pass on the habit and so has 'educated' her junior to do the same as her. And she, her friend who doesn't even stay in this side of the penthouse. When I first moved here, I liked how the people here were cautious of their space and did not invade each other's privacy, but this all vanished when these people came into the picture. To make matters worse, the management decided to throw caution to the wind and admit any Teressa, Debra and Hermione (sisters of Tom, Dick and Harry) in here. When I first moved here, the warden had told me that the penthouse was 'exclusive' and was reserved only for hostelites with good track records. This is so not the case now. It just doesn't make sense to put a Muslim girl among several Chinese girls, especially if they come from China and love pork so much they throw it everywhere on the floor. Not only that, now there's a Black girl here (although I'm afraid of African guys, I don't really have a problem with the girls) and the Malay girl has decided that she should teach her how to violate people's space and blow up other people's new microwaves.
You can argue that this is not my house, but how would you feel if you stayed in a place where any one can walk in and out as they please?You might as well leave the doors open, put a 'WELCOME" mat outside and put up fliers to invite thieves in. I never did realise and never did have a problem until now, but now I DO NOT like people touching my things without my permission ESPECIALLY if they plan to blow it up, don't follow instructions, insist on putting metal into the microwave even though there is no plate in there to turn, and ESPECIALLY IF THEY PLAN TO LEAVE IT EVERYWHERE ELSE EXCEPT where they found it and in a dirty condition. I am not your maid and I am not your mother. I did not purchase my things for your use and convenience and I most certainly do not fancy cleaning up after you. Heck, I don't even fancy cleaning up after myself but at least I have the decency to take up the responsibility.
As I've said, monkeys should be treated like monkeys, and uncivilized people should be treated as they are. I tried talking NICELY to them not once, not twice, but UMPTEEN times, but still they don't get the point. In actual fact, it is official that they do not have my permission and consent and are specifically prohibited from using my things, but these thick cement faced people insist on using other people's things, and so I went to the next step. I stuck a big fat notice that said please keep your OWN space clean to avoid cockroaches and OTHER PESTS (Pests being them). But no, these people are blind. They choose to be oblivious and continue using other people's things. And so, that day, I chose to be oblivious to their presence and purportedly bad-mouthed them in front of my friend. If you want to be thick-faced, I shall treat you as you are. But she proved me wrong, her face is thicker than thick face because she still leaves her things everywhere and dirties my stuff. Can you imagine she warped the table Prema left me? It is up to that extent what her horrible habits are. My roommate showed her no mercy and put up a very frank notice that read "PRIVATE PROPERTY, TRESPASSERS will be prosecuted. And guess what, they still trespass, when they THINK no one is looking.
And so, the other day, while walking around Pyramid, I spotted Sam, and found out that he got kicked out of the Condo because he has been staying there for more than one year. I am waiting anxiously for someone to kick me out, but to no avail. I cannot get kicked out because I committed a crime because then my mother would know. Any ideas? I really want my own space. I feel so violated, invaded, trespassed, EXPOSED! I want my own space. I want I want I want. And so, my conniving little scheming brain has decided that I shall be 'oblivious' to the fact that I have to appeal for another year's stay, meaning that I will 'disregard' the existence of the letter, and look for other things to manipulate into being in my favour as well, I must say I am very good at that. So, if you have any more ideas, please feel free to drop them in the chat box. The plan that actually works will win a dinner on me (not literally) at Carl's Junior? Shogun? What tickles your fancy? If my mother could speed up her process of getting a house here (but she wouldn't be staying here anyway, since my dad refuses to move), then I'd get the whole house to myself!! MUAHAHAHA..Evil evil..And I'd get a car! MUAHAHAHA..By the way, did I mention I'm no longer on probation? I am now a full-fledged driver who has not driven in two years.
On a side note, about two nights ago, I was browsing through Sze Wei's blog when her friend list caught my attention. Under the name Chin Kwang was the title 'Of Condo and Mentari Court'. Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to drop by and visit. It seems that Chin Kwang is currently in Sunway! Doing what, I didn't know.
First, let me explain who Chin Kwang is. Koay Chin Kwang is the brother of Koay Guat Im who was my senior who enjoyed bullying me during my Girl Guide as well as Ranger days. She never failed to heavily 'punish' me during base games every year during our annual so-called 'camp' which really is just staying in school and nothing at all like real camping, except that one night when we get to cook our own food over an open fire. Other than that, Chin Kwang was also my brother's class mate before he skipped a year and I have met him on a few occasions, such as in his school, and during Buddhist camp. I must say that I was very impressed when I first saw his acting debut at the inter-school drama competition. Nevertheless, we are more or less acquaintances, rather than friends.
The next morning after I found out about his staying here at Sunway, I heard a very young guy's voice calling my name while I was passing by the financial counter (of which there is another story to it) and when I turned around to look, it was HIM! How weird is that, it was as if stumbling accross his blog was like a fore-warning to meeting him. That's the end of my curiousity. Totally random, isn't it?
P/s: My IV wounds still hurt like crazy!!!! And now the place where they took blood from is starting to turn green as well. I look like a pot addict and my gums have pieces of string dangling from them. Am having them removed tomorrow and after that, I'm going to meet Aili.
By the way, I asked my mother to call the hospital while I was in class so that I could run there if I needed to right after class, but she decided to entrust my dad with the task, of which instead of heading to the hospital, he headed the opposite to Dr. Low's clinic. Great parenting. No comment. Maybe all wounds are the same, all organs are the same, so next time, when you need a heart transplant and they only have kidneys, try it. Apparently they're all the same, that is, according to great parents.
I am Jane's splitting sides
No, I didn't laugh until I split my sides, but I did sneeze and broke all my stitches. Now I'm panicking because I don't know what to do. Should I go see a doctor or should I just wait till I go and see the dentist? Went shopping today, and decided to expand my shoe empire. Got a pair of sexy pumps, but I don't think they're sexy enough, although they are the only comfortable pair. How am I going to get used to wearing high heels again? Am so tired, I can't even open my eyes anymore..will continue this later..Night!!
P/s: I think the general anesthetic might have taken its toll on my brain cells. I find myself very forgetful today, and very disorientated. Been drifting in and out of class, possibly due to the lack of food, but I was a total scatter-brain today. My IV wounds still hurt like crazy and the green bruises have gotten worse. It's as if I'm slowly turning into incredible hulk or something. Been sleeping early these days and am trying to keep up with it, since I have two 8am classes now. Sucks balls..
P/s: I think the general anesthetic might have taken its toll on my brain cells. I find myself very forgetful today, and very disorientated. Been drifting in and out of class, possibly due to the lack of food, but I was a total scatter-brain today. My IV wounds still hurt like crazy and the green bruises have gotten worse. It's as if I'm slowly turning into incredible hulk or something. Been sleeping early these days and am trying to keep up with it, since I have two 8am classes now. Sucks balls..
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