December 22, 2009
How has it been treating me.

I get to go somewhere other than SG. Yay. But it also taught me something about travelling: Rushing really makes the whole vacation sucketh no matter how godlike the place you are in.

21st. Yes. I realised that I never blog about my 21st. Well, first of all, there are no photos to put up. As for presents. Let me think. None that I can recall now except for those which I decided to buy for myself ;p Oh well, you know I love $$$ most :D Well, at least I got a cake! And Swenson's free birthday ice-cream :)

Do I get jealous over other people's 21st? With all the party and pretty dress ups and tons of photos making big hoohaas over it and making me feel like as if there is something wrong with me? Nope. actually, I am kinda indifferent towards it. Yea, I get those WTFRICHB* occasionnally but hey, I cannot think of how I wanna spend it, if I have a chance all over again.

So, 21st is kinda like nothing, just another birthday, which is also like just another day before McNair, since McNair is different with so many people celebrating with you cuz we are a big bunch of people stuck together back then ;)


Then comes the OMFGSOLONELY period, which I think I never really quite got over it yet. But spending some time at home actually helped a lot. I am so envious of those who can meet their family everyday cuz it just takes the shit out of you, assuming your family talks to each other. I guess if I could stay at home, I would not be so dependent on someone which is so good cuz if that someone decided to leave, I cry, I curse, I am still alive.


Mom and sis pissed at me cuz I told dad that they dog at from his bowl when I should have secretly take the bowl and throw away the food or let my dad finish his food and pretending nothing had happened so that my dad will not beat the heck out of my dog. Maklumlah, my dad already old.


House got broken into. Wtf. And the other one giving trouble by using ppstream to dl movie, using our Internet. Sometimes, it is really hard being a person when you face a dilemma of being not too mean and being furious.


Register course at the worst timing possible. Murphy's Law wtf. No electricity when you needed it the most. And not to mention that may be facing penalty for the electricity case cuz someone decided to let them in and tell them that there is another meter at the back.


I really hate being poor. Really. Cuz every holiday, it is compulsory to work. And why isn't other kids I know working? Cuz I am poor. Why doesn't other people's sister give them the demeaning look when they are sitting at home doing nothing? Cuz I am poor and they are not. I hate being lectured about the financial burden. I hate thinking even the slightest bit of it. And now, the add on to it.


2010 onwards, please be kind to the us, yes us.

But I believe through all these, there is something behind it all, right? RIGHT???!!!

I so hate thining about going back to SG. There is nothing for me to look forward to there. Have you ever thought that 21 years of life is a little too long?


God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh.


posted by ˈtʃokəlitsrbluː at 9:49 PM | 1 comments
FML
Let me explain FUCK or FML.

You wake up in the morning with still feeling sick despite the RM 40 medicine you paid like a week ago.

You have such bad swollen throat.

Someone just have to move so slowly when you are rushing back home for course registration.

15 minutes before your course registration, the electric man came to shut down your electricity cuz someone decided to let them in to check your electricity.

You called your friends to help you to just click the bloody add courses but they are not free or failed attempt.

The electricity came 5 minutes after the beginning of the rat race and as expected, all courses are taken.

And now you are desperately refreshing every single minute to see if any vacancies are available.

Not to mention an urge to just leave the house RIGHT NOW, if not for the F5.


To my friend who failed: Thanks for helping.

To the person who let the electricity man in: Thanks, man. Hope your electricity is smooth now.

To the electricity man: Thanks for coming at the prefect timing, sacrificing your lunch, I assumed. Hope your work goes smoothly.

To the person who brush off this incident as nothing: Thanks for coming home and talking to the electric man.

To the dog who keeps barking: Thanks for being in the room.


posted by ˈtʃokəlitsrbluː at 2:16 PM | 0 comments
December 07, 2009
"As a man under stress tends to focus on one problem and forget others, a woman under stress tends to expand and become overwhelmed by all problems. By talking about all possible problems without focusing on problem solving she feels better. Through exploring her feelings in this process she gains a greater awareness of what is really bothering her, and then suddenly she is no longer so overwhelmed.

To feel better, women talk about past problems, future problems, potential problems, even problems that have no solutions. The more talk and exploration, the better they feel. This is the way women operate. To expect otherwise is to deny a woman her sense of self.

When a woman is overwhelmed she finds relief through talking in great detail about her various problems. Gradually, if she feels she is being heard, her stress disappears. After talking about one topic she will pause and then move on to the next. In this way she continues to expand talking about problems, worries, disappointments, and frustrations. These topics need not be in any order and tend to be logically unrelated. If she feels she is not being understood, her awareness may expand even further, and she may become upset about more problems."

You know what, I guess I am just a normal woman after all! Just an extract from a bloody good book, at least for me. Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus. I so want it! :)

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posted by ˈtʃokəlitsrbluː at 9:33 PM | 0 comments
December 02, 2009
... And she slowly and carefully thread around them, each staring back at her, with fear that she will accidentally tip them over and cause an upheaval in this tiny place that should have been protected, each harbouring little things, that silently, secretly wanting to be let out...

It is so annoying to have so much fear. From the simplest and sometimes silliest fear of the dark to deeper fear of being apathetic. Losing interest in things you like, or used to like. Having lots of fear is really tiring, so why fear? If only I can not fear about my GPA this sem cuz of the freaking tough paper today. I mean I never really complain about tough paper much, but this one is... Fear of not being able to handle too many subjects in the next sem. Do you notice something here? Fear can be solved if I am not greedy. Not greedy about the GPA, not greedy about the subjects.

Meanwhile, packing alone is so not fun. And I have so many things to throw back home and so many things to buy back home. This cycle never ends, ya?

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posted by ˈtʃokəlitsrbluː at 11:05 PM | 0 comments