What why? Well, why Malaysia will never escape the grasp of being a Third World nation.

Starts off like this, I was sitting in the bus when in comes these two brats who not only smell like cigarettes, but were eating like pigs. McDonalds, I shall forever shudder in this memory of you filling the likes of them. They SMELT, WERE LOUD & were totally oblivious to the discomforts of others. (They were kicking my chair)

Now, I'm not going to stereotype anyone. As thus, I won't reveal their races. But these two individuals were none older than minors, at least.

So what occured today on the bus (please note that this is just one of the many reasons why I'd rather wait for the RapidKL U24 than sit in a Metrobus 191) was that these 'gaki' decided it was ok to use their 'vocabulary' on us.

I had had enough so I just leaned over to my companions Wing & Swee Yie and just vented my woes. I had not ( I stress, NOT) in anyway made it painfully obvious to them. I had spoken in Mandarin, averted my eyes away & just vented. I merely said it loud enough so that they might hear. I'd not thought they would comprehend.

Apparently they did.

They then retaliated with choiced Mandarin words, Cantonese and the occasional BM and stunted English. Oh Please! I could've countered in 4 languages if I wanted to. But as Swee Yie had kindly pointed out, we are Chinese. Our parents taught us well to do our race proud and to conduct ourselves in a proper manner in public. She was right. My parents did taught me well. So, I plugged in my earphones and took my book out to read. No more playing with the uncouth.

Hahaha.... They didn't get the memo. When they got off the bus, Wing & I unplugged our earphones and started talking to Swee Yie who'd had the unfortunate fortune of having no earplugs. Seems like someone SERIOUSLY had no lesson in manners from their parents.

It looked to be like those kids just didn't stop when we did. (Actually we stopped WAAAY long ago) They just kept cussing and cussing and cussing in their excruciatingly stunted comprehension of Mandarin, Cantonese & English. Using words that NORMAL EDUCATED people would shy from using in public, they just went on and on thinking that they were so great. How embarassing. For them.

Is 'What book are you read?' a proper grammatically correct sentence? No? Goes to show these numbskulls didn't study or rather never paid attention in class. What we regret most from the proceedings of this evening wasn't the fact we bumped into these sort of people. No. What we regret most is that we didn't manage to record their immature antics. Imagine that. It would've been a hit on the web. Youtube baby. Youtube.

When they had not spurn any reaction from us, they took to commenting about the book I was reading and generally making a total fool of themselves. Then, as they were disembarking, they decided to throw a 'Fuck You'.

I did not hear a single thing coz Super Junior, SHInee, auto Kratz & SJM were singing in my ears. But I did managed a totally big 'Thank God!' as they were leaving and a 'Bye Bastards' . Wanna know what's funny? Some random 3rd party person decides to join in something that HAD NO TOTAL CONCERN whatsoever to him. Kay Poh Chee much? He threw a 'Ah Moi why are you like that, bla bla, bloody bla.' Like I care LOSER.

So. Malaysia's going to the dogs. And it's not just coz of the political state of things. It's the youth. They aren't the first I've met who are like this and they certainly won't be the last. Parents not giving the proper lessons of fundamentals in being a proper decent human beings and Educational systems that aren't even stable. A big WHY is in order.

America might be a country riddled with violence, arrogance and issues. But they have the proper excuses. Why can't we be like the Koreans or the Japanese? Or even the Kiwis? Or the Aussies? Or the Singaporeans with their will to the be the best? It seems to me all the youth of Malaysia cares about is nothing at all. The don't even have the mindset of making their country proud or to portray a good image of their nation. So many horror stories, embarassing ones too that will make your toes cringe. Yet so little time.

I've seen too much. It breaks my heart to be saying this, but people, go to Sarawak. Even if we decide to get all bitchy at people, we do it properly. With a proper comprehension of the words we use.

I swear, I love this country. I'm not saying that citizens of the other states in Malaysia have a very bad attitude and portray bad images of our country. I'm just a proud Sarawakian. Proud Malaysian. But I certainly don't want to raise my child in here.

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Expect a rant.

0530- Woke up, got ready called a cab for 0645. Was told to wait for confirmation. Stupid taxi fares.

0615- Taxi co. said no cab in the vicinity. Again stupid taxi thingy ma jiggy.

0630- called them again. No cabs still.

0702- Packed in final stuff and begin dragging bag outside. Stef called and begin frantic spazzing tirade with her. She was the one who'd accompanied me till almost about 0300 because I couldn't sleep. Am turning into a total Morticia.

0730- Finally got on a bus. Got to LRT station. There was this kid not more than 13, who'd offered to help me. God bless him. Super skinny, totally would've broken his bone if he'd attempted carrying my bag.

0747- On the way to KL Sentral. Standing in a cramped train with something rubbing against my side. A silent torture. Mode of distraction. Repeating Emily Bronte's Love and Friendship over and over again.

0810- Got down to the waiting area for the KLIA Transit. Got an entire seating area to myself. Awesomeness. Wanted to sleep on the train. It was rocking ever so slightly like a mother lulling her child to slumber. But NO. Stupid freaking body alarm shit had to freaking keep me conscious.

0857- Reached KLIA. Found a place to sit and eat. The simple apple danish was 8.90. 8.90!!!!!!!!!!

0931- Ambling around KLIA when news came over the com that flight got cancelled and postponed to 1400. -Insert choiced expletives-

1037- At McD's. Onlining. Got a free lunch voucher thing which I highly doubt I'm gonna use. Stupid flight getting delayed.

To be continued. The continuous flow of warm tea had slightly left me in a happy buzz and seeking the nearest toilet and a nice bench. FML. Double Triple FML.

Oh for the love of my kolo mee!! I shall prevail. *determined* *determined*

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"Holyshit!" Laura wrote, passing the yellow Memo Pad to the girl on her left. Her friend laughs. The lady in front is too enthusiastic and this annoys the shit out of her.

The whole row of friends can't wait to get out of the current hell-hole they were in. Rebecca was sitting in the corner, leaning on her arms and then leaning back up again. She's struggling to concentrate and the same goes for Abigail who is stretching out like a cat next to her. Charissa is leaning back in her chair with a hand on her belly. She's pregnant with the Food Baby. Laura, the Memo girl, leans on her folded arms on the desk. Melissa has been exchanging notes with Charissa on a new fanfic, but that was all.

Everyone looks at each other and catches each others' eyes. Grinning resignedly, they know there was more than 2 hours to go. "20 thousand per month?? Holy Crap!" Laura looks over and exclaims. The corners of Charissa's lips merely twitches in mock humor. This was going to be a long, long, loooong class. Looking over, she sees Rebecca and Abigail settling in for the long haul.

Returning from their 'trip' to the toilet, the girls feel refreshed. At least, they have returned with a new sunk dread of the coming hour. They have not returned empty handed. Abby and Charie have had bought drinks each - passion fruit and green apple respectively. They, Laura and Becca have bought their Tamadun Islam textbook. Not like they had a choice.

Raymund begins to explain how iPod exploited his life. The teacher cuts in. Everyone can't makes a rat's ass of a sense of what he's saying but it seems very funny to Laura and Charie as they dissolve into fits of giggles at one look at each other.

As Mel writes her fanfic in progress, the dark curtains of her hair obscures her expressions from the others. Her pen works its way smoothly over the paper.

The phlegm chooses its debut just as Jee begins to speak with his trademark "Ah..." Sounded a lot more like "Arhk." He always sounds like he has a constant nasal infection for his voice. The girls couldn't hear a shit of what was being said.

Abby didn't understand why they had to elaborate on their examples. Rebecca and Charie echoed the statement. Laura has decided to talk on her music while Charie, her fanficiton. An hour more to go. Oh God, someone pass the gun.

Another 20 minutes to the next break and Charie decided if the inspiration keeps hitting, she'll publish a book called 'Inspirations of the Uninspired'.

Abby mouths a 'What's she talking about?' Charie merely shrugs as the lecturer deviates from what she was talking about 4 minutes prior. She's going 'what the hell?' because the lady has skipped right through to them.

Laura stares at the florescent fixture like a fly. It couldn't be more obvious to how she was feeling. Even a blind man could feel the waves being emitted. Rebecca has been messaging her friend and has gotten a reply, "Go fart in her face la." Her friend owns.

It was very rare to see Jee smile. And when he did, it usually was, no, always is very very unsettling. He was smiling the entire time Mel was in close proximity with him. The stalker.

The strange thing about this whole shit was the fact that every class that was interesting to the rest of the class was a bore to Jee. And whatever was interesting to the Jee would be everyone else's idea of a personal hell.

Laura silently leans over a cheers "Half-an hour more!" The Food Baby flips and kicks in joy.

Mel grins and whispers "10 minutes more!" The baby is bursting the seams.

No one understands any part of the shitty fuck that's being said. Ai Xin looks at the lady with a frown etched upon her face. That in itself is an indication to how much everyone - except Jee is going to enjoy this class in the four months to come. The lady does not make a shit of sense. She makes even less sense than crack on crack. The explanation that could've been a simple ABC has turned into a ADFZH. Charie is not upset that she has been beaten in the rankings of Super Hyper Energizer Bunny. The lady can have it for all she cared. It's already 5 p.m.

So, WHY THE HELL ARE WE STILL HERE?????????????????????????????????????

Labels: Random, Rant

How are you? I saw you just now and I must say, you look like you're doing fine... What are you doing now? Knowing you, it'd probably be something to do with art and stuff. You always gad a flair for it. You always were the best.

How long have we been fighting this way? I can hardly remember the times when we didn't. You were always cruel, but I guess I wasn't any different. You probably would never chance upon this, but there is a tiny part in me that hopes you do. Oh, I really hope you do.

I don't know why I'm writing this, I guess I must be feeling rather sentimental. Or some sort of emotion, but I just wanted to say, I'm sorry. For what it's worth, I truly am. I know this is late and it probably counts for nothing, but I am. I don't expect you to understand why I am doing this, don't expect anything from you, even.

Maybe I've grown to hate what we've both become. Why did we let things escalate to the degree that they were? Maybe you still think of me in that same dark light, but I am. Truly sorry. Can we start over? But I already know the answer that you havn't spoken.

Labels: Rant, Total Randomness

Becca, Galdon is not nerdy. Not at all. Galdon is the most un-nerdiest person you could ever meet. Nerds are probably scared of him. HELL. I'm scared of him. If you see him, you wouldn't even dare to think that he's nerdy. Galdon and nerdy don't go together in the same sentence, my friend... He's like, a polar opposite of nerdy. LOL!

Went for a blood test today and I can safely say that I will NEVER get used to it. Jean, baby! I miss you already. Bought tonnes of stuff from Sg Wang. Awesome place to shop coz it's like dirt cheap there.

List of things a student from Sarawak to KL should know.

1.Money is going to be tight unless you are given an unlimited allowance.

2.Places like Sg. Wang & Times Square are THE places to go if you wanna shop. It's like a shopping paradise there and your wallet will thank you for it.

3. If it's possible, go to warehouse sales. The prices are often more than not, very ridiculous.

4.Home cook meals are a blessing from Heaven and should be revered, unless of course you can cook and have a kitchen.

5.Unfortunately, the air is bad. Very. Very. Bad.

6.You'll need alot of short sleeve clothings.

7.People here, are more often than not, very very unfriendly. But I would like to note that not all are like that. I've met some that are super duper uber friendly to the max.

8.Cheap food in KL does not exist. Even if they do, by the time you get to the place, the cost of getting there and the food, is already expensive.

9.Bring loads of sunblock. Your skin will thank you for it.

10.Public transport is the way to go. 'Less you have a car or have stand-by drivers all the time, you'll need to get a Touch 'n Go and a book to be in your bag.

11.Drink loads and loads of water. But be careful! The water in KL aren't always un-dodgy.

Labels: Rant, Total Randomness

Yep. I'm bleeding working the whole art-unique thing. Hahaha.. This is me. Out of my mind. But then again the apple pies warped me a long long time ago. Feel like dancing so bad now. Right-O. Here's a list of things I wanna do before I'm 30. Will keep updating from time to time.

1.Attend my own wedding
2.Attend a lecture on why teenagers are teenagers given by some old fart. Just so I can rebuke him with a string of choiced words and thus been escorted out of the hall by security guards =)
3.Overcome my irrational fear of men touching my nape (very very important)
4.Find someone with good hands /=)
5.Get my drivers license. Apparently this should be important, but for me it's a tedious rats arse of a process.
6.Get my diploma
7.Own a hundred books (preferably more)
8.Write and publish something
9.Own more teddy bears. I like teddy bears
10.Get a kitchen with a pantry
11.Get a house with hardwood floors
12.Get educated in the fine art of wines
13.See Ac/Dc in concert
15.Learn how to play a musical instrument
16.Learn how to make 10 more origami thingy
17.Go the whole nine yards for my 21st

Speaking of which, my 18th is coming up.

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Like seriously? I wish I had a freaking drawing board now. Then I can doodle and oodle and God knows what. Okay... I'll come right out and admit it. My mum doesn't read this blog. But in any other cases, I'm setting up another blog. Just so I can bitch.

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Finally! My freaking homework/assignment/I-don't-knnow-whatcha-call em thingy set by the Journalism tutor is done. Let's all breathe a sigh of relief.

Onto the next 3-4 others. I think the only one that I'm religiously (even then, sparsely) keeping up is my English journal. And that's because I liked it. I'm terrific aren't I?

Labels: Rant, Total Randomness

I woke up at 4 a.m today. Can't remember the last time I'd ever done such a thing. It's getting really really super hard to get some decent stretch of rest these days. I'm putting it down to stress.

Wonder if I should go see the good doctor?

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Attended an event yesterday. It was an environmental themed talk by Matthias Gelber. Didn't know who the dude was then, but now I do. And it was awesome. Pardon the lack of exclaimation marks. I'm still sleepy and thus the lack of hyperness.

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I'm reaallly knackered today. Had first Gym meet and Boy. I'm going to hunt down the arsehole who told me it was going to be a breeze. Just updated my blog. Made links to my fanfiction profile, my flickr profile and my most favourite place to get a fix. So far, that had been all. The red visitor is here. I wish I could swear, but seriously, my mum reads this blog. So I'll just head down the fudgen' moist chocolate cherry topped cake with whip cream and sprinkles of cinnamon road.

Labels: college, pain, Rant, Work

I'm knackered. Don't mind me.

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Saw Terminator Salvation the other day. And OMG. Sam Worthington.

Hot. Sizzling earthshaking hot awesomeness. Dripping and oozing from every sexy pore.

Sigh. I obviously take pleasure in gazing at very hot men. Am currently feeling extremely bloated. Had just finished my first meeting with the CF Fund raising committee as a secretary. Now, I'm just sitting here and going 'Why the hell did I take them up on that in the first place??'

Only God knows. I feel rather overwhelmed by all this. And if Michelle's dark omen was anything to go by, I'm in some serious shit. Anyone who knows me well enough knows that responsibility and me don't usually go in the same sentence. Like never in the same sentence. Being a course rep is hard enough now I have to be the fecking bloody bleeding blooming secretary????? God help me. It's not that I hate duties and all that. No. I relish the opportunity to take the helm. But this is some serious shit here.

I've got to go to Krispy Kremes and ask them to sponsor our Fund Raising thing. Honestly, I'll be the first to admit that I'm a super hyper energizer bunny. But this is so totally out of my head! I really need help.

Should I bail now, while the cause is still young and I'm not in too deep, or should I just trudge on glumly, gritting my teeth to the chant that I will receive a cert by the end of all his knish-nak?

Ugh. Someone give me a filter between my brain and mouth.

Labels: Random, Rant, School

Okay.

So now we got our timetables, so why am I ranting? Well. It's because it's bleeding blooming bloody confusing!!

I had more than one coursemate come and message me in the middle of the night and ask me if there is class tommorow. Omg. You have a timetable don't you??? Over the past few days, my phone has been buzzing with messages. Truthfully in all honesty, I don't mind them. I don't mind the calls at 12 in the morning and the messages at 2. I seriously have no problems at all with them. The only bone (or bones) I have to pick is that, Yes I am your course rep. But that doesn't mean I'm God. I don't know everything and I don't pretend that I do. You all have legs and eyes and a mouth. Use the ratio. Everyone has maps and there has never been anything wrong in going to the SSH admin block (which is just right beside block V behind the college hall) Walking the extra mile never hurt no one. If there'd been anyone to take out your stakes and point it at, it's them- The very smart and awesome people in the office of the Sekolah Syaitan and Hantu admin office.

Check the notice board as had been kindly suggested by the head of our school himself during our mass call (unless you were too "busy" to listen) If you still aren't sure, drop by and ask them personally. Then, you come and inform me. Yes. You can ask your seniors, but please bear in mind that that is the only thing that they are. Seniors. They aren't Gods of the universe as well. I'm not trying to be mean or iffy or anything. Am just trying to point out that responsibilities can be carried out by all of us as a class.

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