ARGH!!!

I didn’t online for the past two days, and something are causing me to have a headache plus heartbreak.

Tulan-ness filled up my lungs. I wish I could blow out fire and get that shitty thing out of my sight.

I’m black, now.

I’m so blessed to have so many persons caring about me.

For those asshole face, go shit on your own fucking face.

so blessed…

I signed the withdrawal letter today, handed my lanyard over, and officially out of UTAR.

2 weeks ago I’ve taken photo for my new student ID, and I can’t get it back.

Me: Cannot take a back my photo ar? And she shook her head.

Me: Wah! Now even my photo becomes UTAR property. And she smiled.

For the last time, I’ll be cycling out of UTAR main entrance, and I tried to ride on the pavement instead of the tarred road.

The next thing I know, I wasn’t able to perform my usual trick, and my bike lost control.

The belt was still running. I laid on the pavement, staring at the sky, enjoying the pain on my leg and my face.

I was thrown out of the bicycle, my face landed on the pavement first, followed by my palm. My spec fell out from my head, with my face attached to the rough surface, I moved a few inch forward due to inertia.

For the first time I looked at the blue sky, wondering what the heck am I doing here.

I heard the sound of engine being switched off. A few girls surrounded me. They tried to move me but it was too hurt.

They thought my arm was fractured. But a handsome looking guy ran forward, lend me a helping hand, and pulled me up.

He dragged me into the girls’ car. A girl from another car collected my stuff and put into my backpack. She even volunteered to ride my bike home although the group of girls are willing to fetch it in the boot.

However, the guy took over the job. The road was jammed as they just parked their cars randomly.

In the car, they told me that they watched the entire “The fall of a cat” show, and thought that I fainted due to the super hot weather here.

After I reach home, my housemates brought me to their washroom, cleaned up my wound, and offered to let me sleep in their room(as I lost my keys).

They even went out to Manchester Office to get and return the spare key, and thanked the guy who brought back my bike.

Damn. Why is UTAR so full of angels?

I’m leaving tomorrow. God, are you kidding me? I don’t understand your hints. You gave me UPM, that is full of uncertainty. You let me fall, just to understand how kind UTARians are. So should I leave? Or should I stay?

PS: I think UTAR is cursing me or what. Ten minutes after I withdraw from UTAR, I met with such accident. Suay…

so blessed…

I signed the withdrawal letter today, handed my lanyard over, and officially out of UTAR.

2 weeks ago I’ve taken photo for my new student ID, and I can’t get it back.

Me: Cannot take a back my photo ar? And she shook her head.

Me: Wah! Now even my photo becomes UTAR property. And she smiled.

For the last time, I’ll be cycling out of UTAR main entrance, and I tried to ride on the pavement instead of the tarred road.

The next thing I know, I wasn’t able to perform my usual trick, and my bike lost control.

The belt was still running. I laid on the pavement, staring at the sky, enjoying the pain on my leg and my face.

I was thrown out of the bicycle, my face landed on the pavement first, followed by my palm. My spec fell out from my head, with my face attached to the rough surface, I moved a few inch forward due to inertia.

For the first time I looked at the blue sky, wondering what the heck am I doing here.

I heard the sound of engine being switched off. A few girls surrounded me. They tried to move me but it was too hurt.

They thought my arm was fractured. But a handsome looking guy ran forward, lend me a helping hand, and pulled me up.

He dragged me into the girls’ car. A girl from another car collected my stuff and put into my backpack. She even volunteered to ride my bike home although the group of girls are willing to fetch it in the boot.

However, the guy took over the job. The road was jammed as they just parked their cars randomly.

In the car, they told me that they watched the entire “The fall of a cat” show, and thought that I fainted due to the super hot weather here.

After I reach home, my housemates brought me to their washroom, cleaned up my wound, and offered to let me sleep in their room(as I lost my keys).

They even went out to Manchester Office to get and return the spare key, and thanked the guy who brought back my bike.

Damn. Why is UTAR so full of angels?

I’m leaving tomorrow. God, are you kidding me? I don’t understand your hints. You gave me UPM, that is full of uncertainty. You let me fall, just to understand how kind UTARians are. So should I leave? Or should I stay?

PS: I think UTAR is cursing me or what. Ten minutes after I withdraw from UTAR, I met with such accident. Suay…

The Call

To you, whom called me on 25th February 2010, on 5.00pm.

We’ve known each other for such long time—since form four if not mistaken. You tried to introduce me to chung cheng friends, and I was too timid until I hide myself in the darkness. With all your might you try to drag me out the darkness, yet you failed.

Then we’re in Form Six. I met her. You’re in another class. We remain acquaintance.

Then she thinks that some ass is good. She left me in the darkness.

On the very day, that I was suppose to hang myself. You called me. I need a companion that day.

We talked for 30 minutes. The call was ended as you need to charge your phone. Since then, everything changes.

We scolded vulgar words in the car. Stick out middle finger when we saw that stupid name on the wall. Curse with cruel words when we saw something really unpleasant.

Yet, we’re hiding from her prying eyes. I’ve made you through so much difficulties.

We are superstitious, when it comes to scholarship applications. You accompanied me through the tedious travel between school, Gdex and that fucking Nationwide.

We’ve been through too much. We even asked others to join our journey to the temples. We go pray when we pass by temples. And congratulations, you’ve got a good reply from God. So do I.

Maybe God didn’t arrange according to our plans, I would say that it’s another kind of blessings.

Thanks a lot. You were never a substitution. That particular day, you called, and that flips open a new page between us.

You called, and things were never the same.

You called. You dragged me out the darkness, as what you did 4 years ago.

You called, and I would say, “Thank God for calling.”

Pray For Me

I thought, that I’ll cry until whole Kampar collapse. But in fact, I didn’t.

I thought, that I’ll cry my lungs out, and get hospitalized again.

And no, I didn’t.

Life is like that. I never get the thing that I want.

I missed out all the jackpots, hit the little targets and sometimes, nothing at all.

But hey, I suppose it’ll be counted as a jackpot, when I accumulate all the little ‘side-products’, eh?

This post is dedicated to my failure in getting a place in NUS.

Yes, I applied for NUS. What a brave, but brainless act.

With a pitiful 3.08, I still dare to submit my application form and bet with RM50.

I lost in this bet. (and if NUS accept me it’s trying to degrade its reputation)

Just like an asshole told me—NUS is not applicable by anyone except the best. You thought they will accept you meh?

I’m kinda sad. But it’s predictable. I’m the one who came up with 3.08. And I can’t blame anyone for that.

I think I’ve been a brave person. I’m not afraid of being rejected. At least, I tried my best. I’ve submitted the best testimonials, and its up to them.

I believe that I’m one of the best. Not now, maybe, but I’ll try my best.

I admire my own courage. Having the guts to show up for bad results, and apply for NUS knowing I will surely fail are the evidence of my ‘thick-face’.

And maybe God has better planning for me. All I needed is to wait, and amazed by His might.

Pray for me.

(yalar yalar today no class, so I’m free to update blog lah)

My wallet is dry…

I’ve bought it!!!

Finally equipped my dear laptop with Kaspersky!!!

I bought that software during Tech Expo held in cafeteria since yesterday.

It’ll be covering for 3 PCs, and after discussion, we shared it among me,  my bro and Yit Xin.

Great! Now I don’t need to worry about the viruses spreading among UTARians, due to the cyber cafes and UTAR pc.

Hurray~!!!

Tesco

Just now, I went to Tesco with my bro.

He picked up a Dettol.

Me: Don’t want lah. You’re making yourself smell like a toilet.

I pointed at a new kind of body shampoo writing ‘Body fitness’.

“Hey that one good, after you use, all parts of your body will shrink, including THAT part nuh~!”

“You want die ar?”

After that, he picked up another one, opened the lid and put it near my nose.

“Hey hey, try this try this. Bali Escape. Sounds good.”

It smells not so good actually. He take a deep breath near the opening and before I can comment…

“Walao, this one makes me really want to ESCAPE lor…”

It’s Raining In Kampar

Yesterday, I went out with Chuen Ling for dinner.

The weather is not so good, but due to our laziness, we didn’t bring our umbrella.

After eating, we headed to the Maybank ATM machine and guess what? It suddenly pours.

Sighing at the kaki lima for about 10 minutes, both of us decided to run through the rain(Hsieh Yie you still remember or not what we did during Form Four?)

And back at the shelter there, we met my bro. He has an umbrella, walking along with Ramone and his girlfriend. I looked at the umbrella. He looked back at me.

Ramone’s girlfriend mutter a few words(which I cannot identify the language), something like ‘you share umbrella with us lah!’

Both of us walked home happily under the umbrella.

And pity my bro, be the spotlight. Ahahahaha!

The Best You Never Had

I was so in love with you
There was nothing I could do
Wouldn’t give me the time of day
Now you wanna be with me
You say you wanna be with me
You said I was the best
Gave your love out to the rest
There was nothing I could say
But now it’s going good for me
You say you wanna be with me .. Now
Yeah your telling me I am were it’s at
But I ain’t having none of that…
Because I told you, you would live to regret it
Now I don’t wanna make you feel bad
But when it comes to me just forget it
I’ll be the best you never had
You put me through so many emotions
Now baby it’s your turn for that
Cause in your empty heart I have left a mark
The best you never had
No, No, No
You saw me as a friend
Baby I don’t want revenge
But if you must know the truth
What you didn’t see in me
That’s what you’ll never be nooo
When you’re telling me I was always the one
I feel disareason
Because I told you, you would live to regret it
Now I don’t wanna make you feel bad
But when it comes to me just forget it

I’ll be the best you never had
You put me through so many emotions
Now baby it’s your turn for that
Cause in your empty heart I have left a mark
The best you never had
Back rubs… Good love….My stuff
That’s what you missed out on
My touch… soo much we could’ve had
And baby
You miss
My kiss
My lips
The love I had for you
Also so long, baby dont it make you sad…
Because I told you, you would live to regret it
Now I don’t wanna make you feel bad
But when it comes to me just forget it
I’ll be the best you never had
You put me through so many emotions
Now baby it’s your turn for that
Cause in your empty heart I have left a mark
The best you never had
Because I told you, you would live to regret it
Now I don’t wanna make you feel bad
But when it comes to me just forget it
I’ll be the best you never had
You put me through so many emotions
Now baby it’s your turn for that
Cause in your empty heart I have left a mark
The best you never had
Well I will always be the best you never had
The best you never had

 

Song by: Leona Lewis-The Best You Never Had

This song really means a lot to me. It brings out so much memory and yes, every line says it all.

Good job, Leona Lewis!

How to start a great day

This is what I receive, early in the morning, 7.31am.

“Oh my fucking freaking shit!!! I saw a guy masturbting just now!!!! Shit, shit, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!!”

Great. I used to start my day with happiness, but not for today—I start it with excitement.

I called to interview the ‘victim’, or maybe, she’s thrilled over that once-in-a-life-time experience.

Here’s the plot:

Hsieh Yie went for jalan-jalan in the hockey court near KGCC. She saw a man dressing in formal wear leaning backwards, but his hands didn’t support his body. In fact, his hands busy doing something more ‘important’. Hsieh Yie didn’t wear a spec. She stared at the man. And finally to her horror surprise, she realized that that man is actually masturbating. As she had seen such scene before a calm person, Hsieh Yie walked away quietly.[The End]

And now I officially announce that Hsieh Yie’s eyes had lost its virginity.

She said she’s actually crying. I know I know, that’s not tears of joy due to lost of virginity. It’s tears of shock. Haha. I understand your feeling lar…don’t cry don’t cry. sayang sayang na…

Later, Hsieh Yie told me that her mum suggested her to shout at that man—BEGITU KECIL! SIMPAN BALIK!!!

I salute aunty for having such great ideas.

As a good friend, I offered Hsieh Yie pre-sexual counselling and consultation. All free of charge. Please call me if you need. I’ll be available.   ^^

This is how I start a great morning—with shocking and exciting news. So everyone, have a nice day~!