money crazy capitalist materialist biatch.
had a wonderful semester ending. had english paper on wednesday, which was a bit more difficult than usual, but overall still okay. then mae invited to stay over at prince hotel in kl, lina, lily(mae's sis) could stay in a room. so after negotiating with parents, it was decided that i go later, being sent by dad.
i packed up to go home, and realised that i had shitloads of stuff. regretted bringing the guitar the day before. i never ever want to live on the top floor in a building with no elevators ever again, unfortunately that wish shall not be realised. next sem i'll have to lug a mountain of crap up my room again. where are my slim and thin legs after all that work out, huh? where, where???? *shakes random thing on table* so then drove home after losing half of my life at the seemingly-endless flight of stairs.
somehow i got into a really bad bad mood once i reached home. things were flying and breaking. meh.
later i reached the hotel and went straight for buffet dinner. my my there was shitloads of food. i mean. a mountain of food. dared myself to eat an oyster. almost choked myself to death on it. seriously in the middle of choking, these words flashed in my head:
"i died in a hotel buffet, choking on an oyster.
....how sad."
luckily i managed to spit it right out. and caused a nauseating scene for my fellow friends that included ismail, lina, ben, praveen, and em. i'm sorry folks. had i sacrificed myself just to spare you of that appetite crusher scene, i wouldn't have been able to soak myself in bathtub the next day.
explained to lily about numbers and their very own individualism. apparently she likes 4. but 4 is very unfriendly, i dont understand how she could be so friendly with it. she thinks 6, on the other hand an evil number. i tried to explain to her that 6 is just a misunderstood number, it's actually very mature and laidback. meh. she'll find out the real true self of 6 once she gets older i would think.
then that night returned to room. played soul calibur. OMGWTF i played a ps2 game, what a shocker right? but no i enjoyed it cos it aint no boring mundane RPG. i notice that RPGs tend to be lame. monsters u come across before being able to save some chick and the bad boss is your old old friend who was your uncle's son. meh. whatever man, i ain't spending 60 hours to yet again, embark on ANOTHER mundane quest.
next morning, went breakfasting. food=love. then walked to TS. was reluctant at first because i've seen the same ah bengs and ah lians a gajibillion times. and all the chinesey ah bengy shops are just. blah. (not being racist and no offense to those who loves shopping at TS. hey whatever swings for you right.) but but but. very surprsingly i found a nice top for RM10, with floral prints that's exactly to my taste, down to the color. but i still wouldn't say much for the shop, everything else is still. meh. cept for some nice ones that lina bought. a skirt and 2 tops. => being eager younglings we changed straight away. XD wore lina's nana coat over my spaghetti top. took it off sometimes during arcading cos it was hot and i wouldnt wanna sweat into it.
played house of the dead 3 and 4. 4 tokens for the latter each game. OMGWTF CON. but i just love shooting zombies too much. seeing them combust into thin air leaves me with nothing but utter satisfaction.
went back to hotel, took a really short soak in the bath, couldnt make as much bubbles as i wanted. mae kept bangin on my door telling me to hurry up. gar. *shakes fist in his general direction* but he's leaving for romania tonight for 3 weeks. man that lucky ******* (random amount of stars). he should be on the plane now i would think.
belanja-ed praveen and lina kfc at sentral. em, was reluctant to be dibelanja-ed despite the begging and the merajuking i did. lol. meh.
returned home. met lina, my sister's friend while waiting at carrefour bus stand. chatted a lot and abangkunkun came and drop her off too.
not to be mushy. but uhm.
i would say that the closest group of friends i've ever had is my current group of friends. >_>
the thing is sometimes i wonder why i blog. yes, usually it's a place for me to rant without actually doing the whole screaming and banging head on table and run around in a psychopatic manner in public. but journals like these, narrating what i've done, makes me wonder. who am i really writing to?
.... maybe i'm writing for the future me.
maybe in the future i grow up to be a very different woman. and that i forget how i was when i was young. because you see, i can hardly recollect anything about my secondary school, primary school, and whatmore kindergarden.
speaking of which just last week i sort of had a relevation(is that the word?)
a sudden total recall. while chatting with em, i realised that i used to be a very nature person.
i was in love with plants and animals. whenever i passed floral shops, i couldn't help but stop and look at the colourful flowers and petals. whenever i passed pet shops, i would go in and wished the cats and girbills(is that how u spell them?) were mine. whenever i passed an aquarium, i'd go in and feel like buying all the fish in the tank and bring them home. i planted cucumbers, long beans and sweet potatoes at my backyard. i always wished to buy those seed packets they sell in supermarkets but my parents wouldnt let me, saying they'd die because the weather isn't suitable, and i'll get sad each time. i'll shower the plants at my garden twice a day, i talked to them. i would stare at my goldfishes, judy and mary, for hours and hours. i had chiko, a lovely bushy grey cat, and i had tortoises, and i had hamsters. i had a grandma cat that started a family tree of 13 cats altogether at my backyard.
whenever i went back to kampung in kelantan, i'd stare at the ikan laga they keep in small containers at pasar tani and wished i ciould bring them home. i would ride the motorcycle with my dad and go to the sawah padi and look for ikan puyu. there was once my dad bought an ikan puyu for 50 cents from some kampung kids who happened to be fishing. i'd bring them back, but because i can't bring it back to KL, i'd leave it for my late grand dad to care. and when i get back to kampung the next time, i'd get sad to find that it's not there anymore. i would go fruit picking, particularly dokongs, and accompany my late grand dad to cut open the fresh coconute, and drink the fresh air kelapa. i would secretly wish to see fishes swimming around the house when it rains heavily and form a light flood. i would go out after the rain and soak my feet in that light flood. there was once my family was jogging around a playground and found an injured bird. we brought it back home and tried to treat it. but it died, and i felt so sad.
....
man. what happened to me.
now i'm like. this.
money crazy capitalist materialist biatch.
man. each journal entry always ends up with self pity. i wanted to make it a happy journal. meh.
oh yea. and happy birthday to dearest matsu kun. =)
i packed up to go home, and realised that i had shitloads of stuff. regretted bringing the guitar the day before. i never ever want to live on the top floor in a building with no elevators ever again, unfortunately that wish shall not be realised. next sem i'll have to lug a mountain of crap up my room again. where are my slim and thin legs after all that work out, huh? where, where???? *shakes random thing on table* so then drove home after losing half of my life at the seemingly-endless flight of stairs.
somehow i got into a really bad bad mood once i reached home. things were flying and breaking. meh.
later i reached the hotel and went straight for buffet dinner. my my there was shitloads of food. i mean. a mountain of food. dared myself to eat an oyster. almost choked myself to death on it. seriously in the middle of choking, these words flashed in my head:
"i died in a hotel buffet, choking on an oyster.
....how sad."
luckily i managed to spit it right out. and caused a nauseating scene for my fellow friends that included ismail, lina, ben, praveen, and em. i'm sorry folks. had i sacrificed myself just to spare you of that appetite crusher scene, i wouldn't have been able to soak myself in bathtub the next day.
explained to lily about numbers and their very own individualism. apparently she likes 4. but 4 is very unfriendly, i dont understand how she could be so friendly with it. she thinks 6, on the other hand an evil number. i tried to explain to her that 6 is just a misunderstood number, it's actually very mature and laidback. meh. she'll find out the real true self of 6 once she gets older i would think.
then that night returned to room. played soul calibur. OMGWTF i played a ps2 game, what a shocker right? but no i enjoyed it cos it aint no boring mundane RPG. i notice that RPGs tend to be lame. monsters u come across before being able to save some chick and the bad boss is your old old friend who was your uncle's son. meh. whatever man, i ain't spending 60 hours to yet again, embark on ANOTHER mundane quest.
next morning, went breakfasting. food=love. then walked to TS. was reluctant at first because i've seen the same ah bengs and ah lians a gajibillion times. and all the chinesey ah bengy shops are just. blah. (not being racist and no offense to those who loves shopping at TS. hey whatever swings for you right.) but but but. very surprsingly i found a nice top for RM10, with floral prints that's exactly to my taste, down to the color. but i still wouldn't say much for the shop, everything else is still. meh. cept for some nice ones that lina bought. a skirt and 2 tops. => being eager younglings we changed straight away. XD wore lina's nana coat over my spaghetti top. took it off sometimes during arcading cos it was hot and i wouldnt wanna sweat into it.
played house of the dead 3 and 4. 4 tokens for the latter each game. OMGWTF CON. but i just love shooting zombies too much. seeing them combust into thin air leaves me with nothing but utter satisfaction.
went back to hotel, took a really short soak in the bath, couldnt make as much bubbles as i wanted. mae kept bangin on my door telling me to hurry up. gar. *shakes fist in his general direction* but he's leaving for romania tonight for 3 weeks. man that lucky ******* (random amount of stars). he should be on the plane now i would think.
belanja-ed praveen and lina kfc at sentral. em, was reluctant to be dibelanja-ed despite the begging and the merajuking i did. lol. meh.
returned home. met lina, my sister's friend while waiting at carrefour bus stand. chatted a lot and abangkunkun came and drop her off too.
not to be mushy. but uhm.
i would say that the closest group of friends i've ever had is my current group of friends. >_>
the thing is sometimes i wonder why i blog. yes, usually it's a place for me to rant without actually doing the whole screaming and banging head on table and run around in a psychopatic manner in public. but journals like these, narrating what i've done, makes me wonder. who am i really writing to?
.... maybe i'm writing for the future me.
maybe in the future i grow up to be a very different woman. and that i forget how i was when i was young. because you see, i can hardly recollect anything about my secondary school, primary school, and whatmore kindergarden.
speaking of which just last week i sort of had a relevation(is that the word?)
a sudden total recall. while chatting with em, i realised that i used to be a very nature person.
i was in love with plants and animals. whenever i passed floral shops, i couldn't help but stop and look at the colourful flowers and petals. whenever i passed pet shops, i would go in and wished the cats and girbills(is that how u spell them?) were mine. whenever i passed an aquarium, i'd go in and feel like buying all the fish in the tank and bring them home. i planted cucumbers, long beans and sweet potatoes at my backyard. i always wished to buy those seed packets they sell in supermarkets but my parents wouldnt let me, saying they'd die because the weather isn't suitable, and i'll get sad each time. i'll shower the plants at my garden twice a day, i talked to them. i would stare at my goldfishes, judy and mary, for hours and hours. i had chiko, a lovely bushy grey cat, and i had tortoises, and i had hamsters. i had a grandma cat that started a family tree of 13 cats altogether at my backyard.
whenever i went back to kampung in kelantan, i'd stare at the ikan laga they keep in small containers at pasar tani and wished i ciould bring them home. i would ride the motorcycle with my dad and go to the sawah padi and look for ikan puyu. there was once my dad bought an ikan puyu for 50 cents from some kampung kids who happened to be fishing. i'd bring them back, but because i can't bring it back to KL, i'd leave it for my late grand dad to care. and when i get back to kampung the next time, i'd get sad to find that it's not there anymore. i would go fruit picking, particularly dokongs, and accompany my late grand dad to cut open the fresh coconute, and drink the fresh air kelapa. i would secretly wish to see fishes swimming around the house when it rains heavily and form a light flood. i would go out after the rain and soak my feet in that light flood. there was once my family was jogging around a playground and found an injured bird. we brought it back home and tried to treat it. but it died, and i felt so sad.
....
man. what happened to me.
now i'm like. this.
money crazy capitalist materialist biatch.
man. each journal entry always ends up with self pity. i wanted to make it a happy journal. meh.
oh yea. and happy birthday to dearest matsu kun. =)