Addiction

Ohmaigoddd...This is funny. My friends actually clicked on this "Who studies harder"....I think they should just skip that question because studying is really "non-existant" to those who knew me very well. Sometimes Facebook is just so funny...

Well...well...What I did today? I waited for 3 hours for my friend to do her hair at Toni&Guy. Yes that really expensive shop that will blow all the money inside your wallet just for a normal haircut. And I had the best best best best BEST Banana Milkshake in town. I felt it was THAT good maybe because...I was literally....starving....you know...starving and thirsty at the same time while waiting for a friend. But it was really good. I got addicted to Dome's Banana Milkshake.

This month is a month of addiction. I am addicted to:

1) McDonald's Prosperity Burger (doesn't matter beef or chicken, as long as it is a Prosperity Burger)

2) Chocolates (a newly developed habit, I am not a chocoholic but since I came back from Germany, I crave for chocolates every single day)

3) Apple juice (any apple juice will do to cure my sickness of apple juice)

4) Dome's Banana Milkshake (I used to prefer Mango Milkshake...I am always a Mango Milkshake fan but somehow DOME took my heart away with their Banana Milkshake)

5) Anything with black pepper on it

My appetite is back...back again on track. Which also means my life is also back on track. And also my schedule is so packed. One moment I have 3 events at one go, the next thing I know I will have to organize another thing. A month of events and catching up with people. Busy busy busy. People say it's better to have something to do than none. I am still smilling because I know I won't be busy for long. 3 more months till COMPLETE FREEDOM before I enter another new phrase of my life where there will be more dirty old men, more problematic women...yada yada...

Sometimes I just can't wait to graduate...I just wanna pass everything and leave my uni life. I can't imagine if I have to stay one day longer at the university....NOOOOOOO!!!

Lost in Translation

If someone come up to me and tell me that translation is easy...I am going to bring out a gun and shoot endlessly at that person.

me: I am doing some translation work. Not free at that moment.
ML: Translation? Easy lah. Just go to Google and translate. What's the fuss?

me: Doing some translation stuff. Having headache...
PG: Go to Babelfish. Ain't that easy, just click and you will get the translation.

If life is that easy, people don't have to pay translators or interpreters to do the work. My gawd...translation work is never easy. Not only we have to translate the words with the correct grammar, syntax features, etc...we have to translate the culture aswell. Malay to german translation really send me up the roof. One side Asian and one side European. 2 different cultures and way of speaking and expressing. How am I going to translate the "lah", "mah", "lor"...etc? And there're loadsa words which don't exist in the german language and vice versa.

145 pages...in less than 3 months. Yes, and again I took the road less taken. Why? Because never in the history of my department...no one ever took the plunge to translate a book and get it publish. Serves me right. But if I put my mind into it, I can manage it right? Hopefully. Why am I doing this? Life is too short...I don't plan to live a meaningless one.

There're about 7 dictionaries beside me now. Accompanying me throughout the whole process of brain-frying, eye-toasting translation work. I swear I have never been so hardworking with books and dictionaries throughout my whole entire life journey since I came to this world 22 years ago. No one can save me now, I have to save myself.

To-do list

**Ohmmmmmmmmmm**

To-do list for this coming week and next week:

- tidy room
- arrange travel schedule for my relatives
- buy clothes (finally...I was forced to buy new clothes for the new year)
- prepare some sort of presentation thingy for the university (I was chosen..."the lucky one")
- translate a malay novel into german language and hopefully we can get it published on time (my final year project...which I felt like banging my head to the wall already)
- find my notes and copy notes from others (as usual...it would be a miracle for me to have notes)
- save my face
- save my fatty tissues
- buy groceries for grandma
- go the the bank
- prepare to stand like a mannequin for a few hours (yeah...thanks to my friend)
- start working like normal (I've calculated my earnings for this month, broke the record for the smallest amount ever paid to me which is RM450...sad isn't it? I really don't have the mood to work at all...noooooooooooo....I was forcing myself but ended up sleeping on my laptop)

Yeah...that's it for now. Gonna be busy...not that busy but still busy.

Big Fat Fucker

I should be damn fucking happy because that guy is married and I should be damn fucking angry with myself because I looked like a slut even with my glasses on.

"One would leave his partner just for one night with you."

Fuck off!!! Man...what has become to the world?

I am so damn tired of these kinda shit. Can someone tell me I could hide in his/her place for 2 weeks? I need a break from this shit.

Can someone lend me a shoulder to cry on? The emotions is getting unstable because of the accumulated stress and shit. Not because of this. This is like a child's play.

A letter to Mr.S

Dear Mr. S,

I am not interested in you as you are old. I am sorry if you like me. But the fact is that I don't like you. Please don't make my life harder. You're old enough to become my father and I don't need another father as I already have one.

I don't have to give you the reasons why I don't like you. Because I don't like you. Is it that so hard to understand? Please leave me alone. It will be very much appreciated. I will still not like you even if you threaten to come to my uni to search for me or have planes flying all over Malaysia just to look for me.

All the things that you've said to me. I've heard it before 10 thousand times before you. This clearly shows that you're OLD and you're lack of what I want. Please forget about me and go on with your life.

I don't play hard to get. I really don't like you. That clearly means I am not even playing hard to get. I don't bloody care if you have all the qualities that make other girls drool over you. The fact is that you're OLD and that you're TOO OLD for me. UNDERSTAND?

Please leave me ALONE. This is a WARNING!!!

Attracting old folks

Omigoddddddddddddd....

Why did the old men like me so much?

This time...a 45 year old man. Well established, rich, educated, have high EQs, athlethic, etc etc. But he's not my kind. He is old enough to become my father. I called him bastard. That's how things work my way. I am mean. I also told him that I would never like him and he said I will like him. I said he's old (I have to be direct) and he said he's as young as guy in their mid 20s and that age is juat a number. He said he wants to be my guardian angel, guider, etc etc...I purposely yawned at him (I told him I heard that many times before and that would never work on me). He said he likes he the way I presented myself, the way I talk and the way I smile. I said he's blind enough not to see other girls out there. He said I am the ONE he likes in so many thousands of girls who's trying to get him. I said that's BULLSHIT! Maybe he thinks I am one of the dumb blondes out there who just give in just like that. He's just trying to get into my pants. No no, old man. You can forget about it, old man!

Someone who's so well established with high profile celebrity and model friends wanted someone who's plump and partially crazy and also a simple plaine-jane like me? I think I am attracting old men after I have a haircut. I have to do someting again. This is crazy. If I want to go for his money yes I would go for him but I am not that kind of girl.

Man...A 31 year old guy is already hard for me to accept. And now this...someone who's 22 years older than me...maybe more. I can't trust old folks like them.

This is so weird. I came back with more older men aura. Oh my gawddd!!!!

Peace

"You're always smilling. You look happy."
"I have never seen you in a bad mood. Do you ever have a bad day?"

That's the last thing someone should say to me. Yes, I smile a lot. No one knows what is hidden behind those smiles. Bad day? Man...I have it like everyday. How can someone be so ignorant no to see that or I am THAT good in hiding my emotions?

Or maybe I am THAT ignorant or not bothered to scold anyone anymore?
I was once called XXXXXXXX because of my bad temper and the way I scold people. Everyone get scoldings from me nearly everyday even those with higher authority. I blasted them with my words so bad they only can say,"okokokok"..."yes yes yes yes". I wish I could do that again. I was only 14 that time. It's easier that way. People will know that I am actually angry. Why do I go so soft-spoken these days?

"Are you angry?"
I would say "No" (no matter what)

"Do you have any problem?"
I would again reply "No". (Jeez...I am turning into some kind of weird creature)

"Are you okay?"
I would again and again reply "Yes, I am okay" (even when I am not okay)

Maybe it's easier to deny your feelings than to follow my heart. World peace people...world peace...

Useless man who suffocated the world

Did I just mentioned "war" in my previous post? Yes I did and now I have it.

There's this grown-up man with 5 kids. Useless man I should say. A man who can't even afford to feed his children well enough that 3 of his own children have to work at a very young age (His working children are aged between 14-17). I can't tolerate with people like this. Well, that's not the story...

I know this very well as I am the one sent to train their kids, a decision never been made by my company to train such young people to work for them, in this case I called it Sympathy. My boss sympathized them and think that this is a good way to help them. So I agreed to help them as this can make their life better. Why not?

A few months back I was sent to train them. It was in a very "rural area" which I've never heard of. I drove up there with my best friend for the first time and it was really a place that we never thought existed in the heart of Kuala Lumpur. And then for the 2nd and 3rd time I drove there alone all by myself. Why 2nd and 3rd time when the trainning is supposed to be only one day? Charitable I should say...I wanna help them very much. I am only being paid for one day's work and I actually took the trouble of not asking for extra payment because I felt it's a meaningful thing to do. To help those in need.

Fast forward a few months which is now...about an hour ago. This useless man came online on MSN with his daughter's account and demanded me to train him for the work. I don't train people unless I am ordered to do so (exception for those I am seeking to fill in the position). He was rude and commented that I am selfish (He said: "Anyway thanks for your selfish"). I can't blame him, look at his english. By the way he send his messages. Like a barbarian. Uncivilized.

He was so sarcastic and I swear to god I could have pull the trigger of a M-16 if I have it then directly to his mouth. Thank god I dont possess any weapon. The world is safer today.

I was damn pissed and he wanted to speak to me through Skype. Who is he to demand me to teach him and insult me like there's no Sun in the Solar System? People like this should be shoot to death and burn in hell. Damn it.

Anyway, I copied the whole chat and forwarded it to someone who can solve this problem. A stop to this problem. The best thing is I didn't even demand for an apology. All I want is I would not want things like this to happen in the future.

Did I do something bad or is it karma? Why am I always the one targeted to stupid things like this? From other people's marital affairs to the toilet issues to this.

Can someone please tell me this is good for me for my future so that I won't be an useless junk that may result in suffocating the world? Can someone please send me an Angel and tell me everything is going to be fine and okay and that this is just a game...like hide and seek? Can someone buy me a cone of ice-cream now and cheer me up? Can someone wipe the hidden tears in my heart? Yeah...the answer is NO...obviously. So I have to start breathing again and see what's in store for me tomorrow. Maybe a bigger issue?

I am so tired of this shit...I don't want to be Steven Spielberg or Deepak Chopra. I don't need this...

Maybe I should buy a one way ticket to New Zealand and start picking apples and kiwis for life. Maybe I should...

Lazy

My annoying classmates.

1) The one and only guy in my class, Mr. T:

He pokes my hand with his mechanical pencil when he's bored.
He sing songs to me when he has nothing better to do.
He likes to ask stupid question like,"Do you have one night stand with that guy?" or "Did you sleep with him?"

He's THAT annoying...that confirms that I am really back in Malaysia and I have to start living normally here.

2) My other female classmates:

One genius, one sleepy-head, one clumsy and one normal

3 years with them through thick and thin. It's like a small family. Although problems between us do occur and they will have their own way after graduation...I am missing them already.

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My daily routines are getting back on track minus the working part. It's my final semester and I have tonnes of things up my sleeve. Time to go on a war again. *sob*

I have loadsa plans in my head now. Time to get it out and start doing it. Somehow there're some lazy bones inside my body and I procrastinated. Which means January is a lazy month and I will not get anything done till February. I just can't help being lazy. Lazy lazy lazy...

Changes

"OH MY GOD!!! What did you do to your hair? You look like brown mushroom now. Why did you cut it so short? This not you...Did someone dumped you? Or you found someone?"


HAHAHAHA! That was funny. I am not sure why I did that but I felt better with short hair now. Less shampoo, less time to manage my hair. But I still can't get use to the fact that I have short hair and it's light brown. My first ever short hair in 9 years.

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I have a new nickname from my sister. It's called "Hotline" not because I am hot or whatever to do with "hot", she's actually refering to my mobile number which is like a hotline to those in my family.

Sister: I know why you're so stressful sometimes.
Me: Why? What's the reason?
Sister: Everyone likes you so much because you can do so many things. So they like to ask you for your opinion and help. You're like the hotline for counselling, studies, money, technical stuff, etc etc, you know? Even the when someone can't find the toilet, they have to look for you. You know like a "Hotline". That sounds like a good nickname for ya!
Me: Yeah...it seems like they think I am Miss-Know-It-All. Why don't you take over my position and I can be free?
Sister: No way man...no thank you.

It's not easy being easy.

There will come a day when I can't take this anymore and I will escape to somewhere again for a month or so. I need peace.