A First in 2009

Okay, so what in the world happened since I ventured into 2009?

Nothing much really--hence, the nonexistence of incredible will to update. But I had fun though, my excellent peeps never cease to make my life more bearable to live with, if not hilarious! xD Some good madness ensued (hysterical laughter and nonsensical ramblings included), and to balance it off, other un-fun stuffs like a couple of battles between sane and insanity, between rationality and emo-ness (yes, sometimes it surfaces. Humiliatingly.), between company and solitude.

That mostly sums up my very first semester in IIUM Main Campus, Gombak. And don't get me started on the short sem that followed after--though it was mundane, some interesting events happened but, it's nothing, really.

Or is it? *evil guffaw*

Man, I honestly can't wait for this upcoming new semester, Semester 1 of 2009/2010. More of mah peeps are comin' in and we gonna rock da house. Watch out people, we're comin' in bolder and better than before. Like whoa.

Currently I'm crawling through day by day of this vacation of mine, not wanting to do anything but to lock myself in my room and face my handsome laptop while lying on my bed, only to come out of my seclusion to stuff myself with more food than I usually handle. Diet? Wa? What's that?

I don't even text people. I guess it's a vacation symptom, when everybody goes back to their homes after semester ends--we just wanna tend to ourselves in this while. But occasional conversations are still very much appreciated. I miss the fun ramblings and laughter though.

I'm such a loser right now that the very definition of the word is me.

And I've turned 21 a week ago. It was, I believe, the worse 21st birthday anyone could ever have as I had my final paper for the short sem on the same day. And I had to pack all my things from the hostel as after the paper was harrased in the most disgraced way by yours truly (notimetofinishitdammitdammitdammit), the short sem ends and you'll be kicked out for 2 weeks of vacation. As I sat on the steps next to my luggage of six (and it's just friggin' short sem, yes) that night, waiting forever for my rocker dad to pick me up, I realised then the only salvation from that nightmare of an infamous I'm-at-the-legal/adult-age-now-so-I-should-go-wild-and-parrrtaayy 21st birthday were the sweet birthday messages I received throughout the day. Though 2/3 of them were given because of my mom, the informant. Not that it was bad, no, but I guess this should be her last--yes?

[OMG. I'm freakin' 21! Twoh-to-da-one. Crap. Why don't I even feel like I am...?]

And the most shocking, life-changing thing of all that happened on this particular day--that King of Pop Michael Jackson passed away, leaving us behind his legacy of music and charisma which, will forever be cherished and missed. I sms-ed some friends later that night saying, 'now my birthday will forever be the day M.J. died dang!' A truly devastating remembrance added to my small, worldly-insignificant day of birth--by a death of a King. And I like M.J. I mean, I'm not a huge fan but I enjoy some of his songs and the childhood memories that tag along with them. To recall M.J.'s death each time I celebrate my birthday from now onwards is...unavoidably depressing. Sigh.

Al-Fatihah to arwah.

Anyway, back to the present. Coz depression is so not me.

I feel like I should change my layout again. Coz barely any update followed ever since I changed it to second version. Or maybe, I should delete this blog altogether? As you can see, an update in this blog is indeed a miracle.

Hmm.


PS: Already a slight change of layout! xD

PSS: Those who are kind enough to add me to their blog list and/or if you happen to read this post, can you guys just type your blog url in the comment section pweeezzz coz stupid Blogspot ate mine and now I lost my peeps' blogs. Grr. New ones also welcomed (now this doesn't seem like I'm going to delete this blog ain't it!).

An Eventful Final Semester in CFS

Aah, the memories of Semester 1, 2008/2009 in CFS IIUM, Nilai. I had the time of my (last teenage) life during this whole semester--great roommates, cool classmates, wacky lecturers, lovely CFS mates and uh, nice Nilai people? Oho, some of them are really nice *evil grin*. Besides spending gruelling hours on assignments and projects, I, of course, had some all-round quality time with people around me. So let's break it down, peeps!

1) Roommates.

My room held 20 people in one not-so-spacious uh, space. And each and every one of them had they own special traits. I was lucky to have the same roommates since I got to CFS, so basically this sem was gettin' to know the rest of the girls (been with them since short sem before but hadn't enough time to bond)--which turned out to be quite a colourful bunch. Few good of them were TLCs--Tudung Labuh Clan but no, they were definitely NOT under the influence of the clan. They were even sicker than I am, trust me, and amusingly more knowledgeable in ahem, 18SX topics.

But those aside, they enriched my understanding on religious matters, introducing me to a different light I've never seen before. It was a fresh dose of enlightenment you might say, by my very own peers. Last few months ago, it was probably the most fulfilled Ramadhan I ever felt and done as I prayed, broke fast, read the Quran and prayed Terawih almost every night with them.

Words couldn’t even do justice of how grateful, how lucky I was. Still am.

I will miss utmost the times of those memoriable hangouts with the girls: the lunch and teh ais sessions, the 5-hour-long chats till 4 a.m., the chillin' sessions after dinner, the group eat-ins and eat-outs, the weekly group shoppings, the group dvd nights, the gossip catch-ups during lunch break/dinner/studying, the waiting chats during laundry, the weekly Friday prayers group lunch + skodeng, the jokes during supper, the riots in the bathroom(!), the hilarious stuff happening in those ungodly hours of the morning, the keropok leko or ice cream sessions after class, the crazy chats on the benches in front of the male dorm, the teasings, the infonews, those funny moments, side-splitting jokes, the laughter...

Now, on a daily basis however, we non-tudung labuh people were verbally, mentally AND physically(!) harassed by a very mischievous Miss Hyde, a TL-minus-the-C. On a normal, non-hyper day, she would hug me and would not let go until I confess my bleurghlovebarff to this particular guy which leads us to...

2) Classmates.

I had 15 or so girlmates and 5 guymates. Five was a great achievement in my record, as in previous semesters the most guys I had in classes were three. I had the best, hilarious time working on my final History project with my group mates--which we did a drama, and in triumph we nailed the subject! It's invisible here, but my inner self is still cartwheeling around in euphoria.

There was this guy I particularly had my eye on and this other particular guy who my girls just couldn't stop pairing me up with (waaaay much more than BT). It gotten to such a revolting point that they come up with a ghastly honeymoon story AND, naming triplets in my imaginary womb with our names combined AND, patting my stomach every other moment to confirm that they were godmothers AND, commenting on taking care of myself every time I sat brutally or lay on my stomach AND, the perpetual questioning of how my imaginary babies were doing. There are more ANDs, but these are the top five MOST repulsive.

Miraculously, I’m still a survivor.

3) Lecturers.

Thankfully I got my fave lecturer, the cool cat Sir M.! Still-wondering-why-he-was-the-way-he-was, Sir A. for History, which I'm more than thankful for giving us top grades! Sean teased me with him often *dies, reincarnated and dies again* and even Laling, my close classmate, but Laling still took a pity on me. And I don't want to even think about it.

I got a suave, romantically(!) soft-spoken, 60-over of age lecturer, who loved flirting with the girls with his wise yet witty charm and teased the guys with back-clapping that so often ensued. The incredible fact that he also kept his handphone inside his perfectly-ironed trousers traumatised us to this very day.

Two other female lecturers were just awesome (this is surprising with my typical tinge of dislike towards female lecturers): one was a collected fashionista who wore Clarks shoes I always gazed upon; another had a sarcastic, in-your-face attitude and wit to match, with interesting teaching techniques. This was an example of a woman whose personality is much bigger than she is (she was vertically challenged). And she was just lovely as in her way with words that made you think of things not-so-slightly different in perspective. Lucky husband that she has, though she reminded us constantly that she didn't really love him. Romantic fluff.

4) CFS mates

I got random acquaintances around CFS, and this sem I got to know juniors, baby! Introducing Mr. S, who was wheelchair-bound and adorably cute when Sean and I called him up one night (using BT's num, oops!) and said to him that we think he's cute! Aww we totally psyched into a teenybopper mode at that time, on the stairway of the dorm--yet a strategic place to make calls without roommates' harassments. We and O, went out to dinner with him and broke fast together with BT(!) and another junior who was blind in one eye. A funny bunch if one were to look at us, but that night we had a blast and chatted all the way till...curfew time.

Okay, so what's the news with BT? Actually he ain't BT no more coz he found his way into wearing dark denims, man. Like whoa. It was a shock for us, yes, but I guess some juniors had a man-to-man fashion sense talk with him? He looked awfully lot better, I admit lah. But Sean would insist that the initials BT stays, so stay it will be.

We happened to know another junior, fondly called 'Quasi' from Quasimodo of 'The Hunchback of Notre Dame'. Another one of Sean's brainchild (mean as she is), which would stay for good as well even though we knew his real name. But he has a hot body. And that hot body we would skodeng (peep, check out) during Friday prayers within the dark confines of our study room. Man, I'm gonna miss those skodeng sessions.

Still hangin'? 5) Nilai people

I am not a paedophile. I was though, in school, but it faded through time and age. Funny story. Didn't we all have our quirky phase in high school? Anyway, I happened to stumble across a very handsome boy during my first sem in CFS, and he was selling banana fritters. Sean naturally dared me to ask his number or she would do something rancid that I forgotten about; I asked and he bashfully (aaawwww) submitted gave. I could still remember how idiotic my smile was when he did. Later I found out he was 16. Damn.

Good to know huh?

Store owners around our campus were nice people though most of them were not Nilaians. There was this friendly Pak Sheikh who owned a laundry/convenience shop; the outgoing Chinese old man from the Chinese convenience store and his sons, one who would give us girls rides to Giant. Nice, polite people. With this came Malay girls who couldn’t resist the flirting and sweet talks. Yet one could see they enjoyed themselves along.

The Makcik and her café crew below my dorm were so used to handling most girls of block A, they threw each other loud wit and louder remarks. Those van stall owners who sold drinks and light snacks during Friday prayers—they were nice. And who could forget the nice family who sold hot foods and their famous crunchy keropok leko and pisang goreng every evening at their van stall? Plus that good-looking keropok leko guy exchanging awkward, cute moments with Sean, made it even satisfying to the last crisp.

6) Finale

Not forgetting and would be treasured in memory, our hangout spots around Nilai: the glorious Nilai Square, a place where one could shop with little money (except selective clothes and textiles); BBN café, the quite distanced joint from campus which offered open dining amid off-tune karaoke and dim lighting—great for lazy dinner dates; As-Salaam, the mamak place to be when you crave for a chicken chop; Mc Donald’s; the ever favourite for group-bonding and dating sessions; lastly, the beloved Giant hypermarket. To us, it held the magnificent status of “Nilai’s KLCC”, quoting from Miss Hyde.

All of these above makes up a truly wonderful experience of my last stay in CFS, IIUM Nilai, which will be my very firm and trusty cushion when I catapult to IIUM main campus in Gombak this December 16^th. And life dutifully ensues.

PS: My very first extremely long entry. *bows* Thank you, my, what lovely flowers. Thank you.

PSS: Happy Raya Hajj! I'm off to Alor Star this weekend! =3

PSSS: I edited some stuff coz few memories hit, causing reflexes to add more details to this post. So don't raise that eyebrow if you notice extra random thingies here and there.

YAYY!!! NEW LAYOUT!!!

Ugh, finally, after beating myself about into making a totally different layout from my past version, here it is in it's glory! Okay so the posting area is a bit of a 'tahi cicak' (lizard's poop) colour scheme--black background (I love black too much to abandon it) and whitish-grey text. So what? I dig all things classy and classic. [muse:*cough*OLD*cough*]

Why such contrast of colours? I thought of giving myself and the rest of my readers a break from the same old boring all-black-and-depressing outlook of my previous blog layout, and come up with something fresh yet still maintaining that simplicity. It's also to exercise my sense of design which I buried somewhere between the deep folds of my brain for like, a year now. Glad it's still there, though it kinda lost it's charm due to lack of artistic activities.

I changed the layout from a 3-column to a 2-column style since I don't put up much widgets and other crap on both sides of my postings. Just to improvise unnecessary space.

I'll explain the colours, just to pamper your curiosity:

Orange: This colour actually grew on me and I begin to like it now--not too bright (like yellow), and adds the sense of brightness and that fresh-y feeling. Also a favourite colour of my best friend, now that I remember. Haha.

Blue: My other fave colour (besides, of course, black). And splatter is fun.

Dash of red here and there: Adds a 'lil bit of mystery, sexiness(!whatthe?!) and that extra oomph!

What about the dominating white? I like the change of contrast. ^_^ And I like to hurt my eyes and yours. Just because.

Till next time from moi, next posts will be much, much more interesting, me promise. And let's see here... Me raving on flip flops? Oh my.

(Yoda-centric) Love me, that you must. May the love be with you.

PS: Today is my momma's b-day! She's spunky ** years old! XD Get the 80's disco lights out, baby!

This Blog is Reviving

Yes, this blog has been dead for a long time. Since last semester was my LAST semester in CFS, IIUM, I worked my ass off to graduate my foundation studies with soaring colours. Presentations, assignments, final projects--I painstakingly made sure I gave my all and did every speck of detail the best that I could. You could say I turned a bit like my Epah back in Perth--an obsessive compulsive. That, and it morphed into a workaholic monster. It was exhilarating ride, yet plain scary how I closed most contacts of my people outside CFS. I disregarded them and concentrated almost fully on myself and how I was doing. Selfish that I was, and shamefully I admit it now.

Besides my studies, I desperately wanted to grasp and treasure and cherish everything I could, whatever last bit that was left for me in Nilai before I go head on to the main campus in Gombak. Since I was the third intake for the 07/08 bunch AND the first batch of guinea pigs to savour life that was Nilai, it was hard to say goodbye when it was finally time. Who knew Nilai--the place that I haven't a clue of its exact location before I joined IIUM, the area that seemed nowhere and insignificant in the west-coast of Malaysia, the place which seemed to have nothing and time was lazy and slow-paced as you get through day by day--would turn out to be a place of lovely importance in yet another phase of my life?

That's something deep I haven't come up in a while. Bear with me.

More deets on my last semester in the wonderland called Nilai later in my next post. Currently I'm updating my blah of a blog and conjuring up a brand new layout! Yes and this time, it won't take another 15 years as I'm practically drowning in my too-free time here.

It's worth the wait now.

I'm Tired of Females

Friendly warning: Text published below may be of discomfort to certain ages. Viewers' open mindedness is advised.

They are EVERYWHERE. Especially here, in CFS IIUM Nilai campus, where the female species dominates practically in every area within the MPN, Nilai Besar mosque, Murni Nursing College dorm and Nilai Square radius. Note the word 'Nursing' in said college and you got it; they come in huge masses of white tudungs and green uniform. Oh my.

Being under the same species, it's not like I don't appreciate my femininity. I adore my soft, hair conditioner-slathered locks, my womanly curves (no, I do not hate my humongous hips) and long eyelashes (thanks, Dad!). But being stuck constantly with your very kind 15 hours daily makes me either wanna puke, or run amok and bash the tudung-clad females with a metal baseball bat. Think Happy Tree Friends.

I NEED MALE AURA. The constant presence of the male species.

I NEED to be in average proximity of the opposite gender, no matter how genetically unattractive, how physically unfit/handicapped, how vertically challenged or even how poyo they are. Just the acknowledgment of them being there, is enough. Yes, even the pakcik Guards can do, so long as they don't maul me with their eyes and language.

Yes, I am THAT desperate. And shamefully shallow.

Eye candies are rare occasions. One must be highly aware where ever one ventures especially within areas which the male species would roam or hang around in their normal pace. Eyes must be swift and quick to catch at least a glimpse of those genetically-blessed faces, strong shoulders and/or supple derrières, because sometimes things (or in this case, beings) do not come in complete packages. One might be pleasant-looking yet having a shapeless, flat behind; another would have a built the solidity of a brick house and yet with a face that you, though in denial, wish you could switch with more an eye-acceptable one. I never intend to be mean--I'm just stating true facts. And you ladies would agree with me.

Please lah, I'm not gatal. My wantings do not even justify the word 'pervert'. I have the Internet like you, and the images are clearer than your wildest imagination. Yet sometimes there is no fun in having things so easy to grasp. No amusement in getting the already obvious. Isn't it more exhilarating to have the occasional excitement from the simplest pleasures that are hard to come by? A short euphoria. Makes one experience sweeter than the last.

Thank goodness for classes, for at least there are several males present to be entertained with--unlike first sem, one measly guy would come and go to class as he pleased like a biscuit cookie. Annoying like a housefly. And it didn't help having classmates of the infamous Giggling Girls. I wonder how I mustered my way through without sacrificing any of them.

You think I'm suddenly turning sadistic and gory; wait till you spend an exhausting amount of time with that of your same sex. Gahh. Boring. Cause you always see what you already got. What's the amusement in that, exactly?

I need to get out of the dorm more often, no matter how lazy I am. Like the teachers always say, it pays when you're lazy, and it couldn't get any truer than that.

Okay, okay

So I haven't updated for almost a month. And all my blogger friends (who, by the way, are supreme avid bloggers) kept on pestering me whether I'm going to update this rather sad blog in another life, if I'm reincarnated again into some fleshy, sweet-smelling breathing thing called human female. And, annoyingly, when they said I actually enjoy leaving my previous poem on first display of posts--that got my muses scampering around in circles before barfing themselves and flooding my brain with all that crap. See, you gals make me babble.

At least I made you happy, no?

Anyways, I turned 20 last 25th. Ohoo the BIG 2-0. Number 2 in front instead of the usual 1. No more under the teen category of age groups. The infamous word 'OLD' is thrown at me in all directions faster than I can breathe out, "You suck all things nasty, green and barf-like." All I say is--PISH POSH. Hand gesture included.

I feel liberated. It's like breathing fresh air of another phrase of my life. No longer my age intertwines with everything that labels 'teen' and everything that's attached to it--be it hormones, bra sizes, make-up kits (Silky Girl much? Eww.), you name them. Not that I could fit into teen sizes as a teen anyway but, that's another story.

Of course, a definite plus is when you can cheekily check out the 'younger' albeit taller and pleasantly better-looking male juniors than those of the same age, frankly saying. Especially when you're stuck with a younger batch in your campus. Those rather innocent, uncorrupted-yet minds? It's just enthralling to mess about and take a peek inside their heads. Do I sense the essence of a Devil-Queen spawning evil schemes to conquer said minds of the easily-influenced? Nope, it's just your imagination playing you.

Mature men, I'd look later. I want to have my share of amusement. As for those not enlightened, skodeng-ing a.k.a. checking out younger generation of males is very IN at present. Get into it girls.

It is not that I mock the teenage group now that I'm 20. You guys embrace your teen youth all you want and knock yourselves out. Be crazy, wild, childish and stupid while it lasts, and enjoy them all out--save the teenage angst lah, please. I'll be welcoming my own fun and frolics--the 20 way! >:-)

P.S.: My gums and teeth are numb now due to the rubber 'spacer' between my back teeth, for the installment of the wire braces next week. Feels annoyingly like multiple minute pieces of meat stuck between them--only there is throbbing pain. I lost to my grandma on chewing food.

Having the idea of eating porridge for dinner the following week doesn't seem too appealing.

Baggy Trousers

He has a coconut head
With fanged teeth
And wears baggy trousers
Has a style of a sales person

And he watches.


He is short (for a guy, he is)
Walks with a rhythm
like a pendulum
Left to right
Right to left

And he stares.


Friends laugh in his presence
And pairs me up
with him
and calls him
my hubby
I tasted vomit
Countless times

And he gazes.


I wonder my fate next semester.

I'm... Back?

Somebody said my blog is too... sad? Serious? Ahaks, O, I kinda forgot what you said. (Ouu yeah she said it seems like I'm so bored ahaha)

Somebody was inspired by my weird series of awkward events with a certain him. And posted it on her new blog.

Somebody in crime for neglecting their blog actually updated and beat me to it by sharing their stories/events happened in the past semester.

Is it just me, or do I sense an incredulous sign indicating I should update my blog?

Laziness used to own me. Now it's time to rebel, defeat and conquer said enemy.

I will NOT be owned again! MWAHAHAHA!!!

Laziness: Mind you that my host is having her Arabic mid term exams this Saturday. My influences on her to waste her time typing meaningless blurbs on her blog (when she hardly updates) each time exams are near never fails. And she wishes to defeat me?

Don't make me laugh. [insert evil hollow imaginative laughter here]