Some guy kissed my car's ass today.

Some guy kissed my car's ass today.

It happened at the toll bridge traffic light, in the direction of Petra Jaya. I was drumming the steering wheel to the tune of some random Dayak song, gear in first position, pedal of the brake applied to the metal. Suddenly, there was slight jolt. I glanced at my side mirror and saw a Kelisa that had gotten a little too close to my car's arse... blue Kelisa, guy driver, QKV2383.

Well, I don't want no hubba-hubba. Especially not at a traffic light intersection at the time when people are rushing home. Not to mention the guy's wife is inside the car... hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, even though it's his fault. I glanced through my rear windscreen. He raised his hand. I raised mine. He raised his again. I raised mine, again. The light turned green, and we started to move.

After paying for the toll, I remembered that I forgot to take note of the car's plate number. Just in case though. It's not like I'm going to call my tonto friends... right? Um... Anyway, since I was in the fast lane and I saw the Kelisa coming in behind me, I changed lanes and allowed him to pass... along with his plate number, into my memory. Incidentally, the road we took are the same and this goes on and on and on...

Turns out he lives in the same residential area as me.

The damage is, as I had expected, superficial. The bumper is fortunately made of fiberglass, and the damage is negligible. The area affected is about the size of a one cent coin. That's it! My only concern now is to do some cosmetic modification as to hide the damaged area. Then again, maybe I'll just let it be a battle scar.

I wonder if I should count this as an accident, since it is not my fault and it is not that damaging. I guess I'll keep my records clean. After all, in the words of the Black Knight, "Tis but a scratch!"

Laziness

Went to a nearby bookshop to buy a newspaper. Since it is a public holiday, you can't really find people selling newspapers easily. There's nothing on the table, so I entered (penetrated, *cough cough*) the shop to look for other items of interest, like manga. Oh yeah. Haven't bought those for quite some time.

Well, nothing interesting on the bookshelves. As I turned around, I spotted something under the very table that was referred to earlier.

Newspapers. Bound up, freshly arrived.

"Have you got [name of newspaper]?"

"No, they haven't arrived yet."

"I see," said I, and left.

I didn't buy newspaper that day.

Fuck forwarded messages.

There, I've said it. I think I speak for all of us. Spending time that should've been done composing an e-mail to someone to clean up our inboxes instead. Silly things, wasting bandwith. No, no money will be donated to the dying girl since there is NO WAY TO TRACK WHERE AN EMAIL HAS GONE TO. No, I am immune to the girl who was murdered and buried, and reading the message will not do me any harm. Opening a message does not make me lose love/luck.

GTFO my inbox.

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Diarrhea sucks. That is all.

20 May

Ach... been a while since I had written anything.

Did I joined any clubs? No, but I joined a Cosplay circle doing what I do all the time (photography lor). The first and last time I've cosplayed was during December's Open Day, and even then most people did not recognize who I was cosplaying as -_-; Bummer. Major Bummer.

Controversies and bad feelings? Well, there is/was this/these incident(s), but I don't think it is the right time to say anything yet - it is still ongoing. Maybe next year :P (So you guys will keep on reading my blog, duh!)

Stalkings are on a normal level - I've stalked a person who wishes to be anonymous (but failed) and someone who stole others' artworks - this is related to the above controversy. Finding out the anonymous person's real identity was one of the easiest stalking that I had done that it was so... unexciting.

Friends and relationships? Hmm. Hmmmm. It's complicated (as in my Friendster's profile). My social life revolves largely around a group that shares the same interest with me, though I must admit that talking about the same thing every time gets old fairly quick. Am I looking for a companion from the opposite sex? Definitely. Do I have the time and commitment for a relationship? Doubtful. Can I afford a relationship? Maybe. Are there any candidates? Quite a few, though it seems that all of them are protected by their circle of friends. Impossible to approach unless I get to know their friends, and I'm not exactly the type that is able to start a conversation.

Religion and politics? Well, apart from reading, printing and cutting the newspapers for noteworthy articles, I had not written anything about it yet. You have one lazy-ass writer over here who will need a constant prodding. Hey, I know. Who wants to be my editor?

Well... that sums up this update. Must've made a boring read.

No choice - the Führer told me to!

Yo, dwindling number of readers!

Seems like I have no other choice than to go to the Camp from Thursday to Sunday next week. It is likely that any attempts to skip it will result in disciplinary action or blacklisting. As a university student, I should have the freedom to choose whether to go or not - something that is clearly lacking in this situation. We are being treated like school kids, no less.

Well, I suppose I have to prepare for the inevitable. Currently, the location of the camp is unknown. This will, hopefully, be explained in the briefing two days from now. It will also affect my decision whether to pack some extra stuff, and what to wear there (boots, sandals or shoes?).

Of course, I'm not happy with the prospect of having to spend four days at some God-forsaken place while my peers are churning out the results of their first Physics lab experiment. Had it been a Khidmat Negara camp, I'll go with no ill feelings. Reserves (Wataniah) camp, I'll gladly go. But for something as ambiguous as 'Nation Building Camp' (which sounds like what a fascist country would have in its education system), I have my reservations.

In other news, the club received several new members from the recent intake. The President and I also have something planned... just see. And I'm still waiting for my ice cream from the conductor of the choir club - I, a foundation student, help her, a degree student, with her degree problems. 1337 huh?

Anyway, if you are still reading at this point I congratulate you. Now, get on with your life...

Me try to get out of degree

My degree programme starts tomorrow. The first class is Engineering Mathematics, the second Programming in C. But I have other plans tomorrow.

I was quite amused several days ago when I found my name inside the list of people eligible to enter the programme. The reason is that I have not yet completed my foundation programme, having repeated two subjects in the past semester and looking forward to complete the remaining two subjects that I dropped to take the subjects that I had to repeat.

I think it is better for me to be kicked out tomorrow rather than right smack in the middle of the first semester, where I will be quite into the programme to get out of it. Not to mention that it was probably the administration's fault that my name got onto the list. Hopefully, things will be much more clearer tomorrow. My friend, who is in the same situation as I am, will be joining me tomorrow in our search for answers. We must get this right before we get the loans approved; if not, the fuck up will be too big to handle - and it might get out of hand.

Dream

Absence makes the heart go fonder, they say. Or screws up the brain.

I found myself in my old school. There was a busy atmosphere, as if something is going to happen soon, perhaps an event. The whole school was mobilised. Newly painted walls were everywhere, even on the main hall's walls. And they were blue.

I found myself face-to-face with a 'friend' of mine, who apparently works as a painter. Not far from him I found a girl. The Girl, or as a friend of mine and myself included call her, 'Kh'. It seems that she wound up as a boyfriend to this 'friend' of mine, and obviously I wasn't too happy with it. From the look of it, all the five years that I spent chasing after her was wasted.

The next part was quite bizarre. The roads of the industrial area was replaced with gravel. The two-lane road was being expanded into a four-way avenue, and my car had difficulty in navigating that area. I arrived at a deserted residential complex, and found myself unable to get out as I did not take a parking pass when I entered. I slammed on the gas and rammed through the tollgate. Nobody pursued me, to my luck.

The school administration building, the porch. The headmistress was here. My distaste for her shows even in my dream when I kneeled down to take something and was quick to remember "I won't bow down to her".

After that I was transported back to the front of the school gate. This time, Jenny was here. She is still sweet as ever. Not that I ever talked to her, heh.

And the first thing that I remembered when I woke up was to send Jenny a Chinese New Year greeting.

These climbs to the 8th floor will be the death of me, I swear. I mean, if you arrived at your destination and you feel like you want to puke or faint at the same moment - ouch. Anyway, tomorrow's the last day.

A second chance

I rarely gave people a second chance, if they screw up big time the first time. Nevertheless, this time I am willing yield.

There are good reasons why you were enrolled in a university. DotA is not one of them. Neither is smoking, nor skipping classes. You are here to do something: study. Get in and get out to do something good out there.

Don't disappoint your parents, especially your mother. You will put her in deep shame if you did.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

And nearly blew my roof away.

The last few days have seen quite strong winds. My house, which is more than 20 years old and uninhabited for the first thirteen years, was subjected to some heavy punishment.



One of our aerials collapsed. The good thing is we watch Astro these days.



The south side of the house. West side damage is visible.



Some pieces of asbestos from the roof were blown to the lawn.



The largest piece was about 2 x 2 feet.



Nasty, rusty nails - fortunately, the wind blew them towards the lawn and not the neighbour's house.



The west side of the house was affected the most.



Years of being uninhabited and heavy rain damaged the roof and other materials inside, which is a cause for alarm.



Whenever I'm fixing the roof or removing debris from it, I wear my helmet. Safety precautions - a piece of asbestos coming into contact with my head is a nasty thing.

RepairingReplacing the roof will cost a fortune :( Not to mention that we need to find a temporary accomodation for several months.

Grrrh

I'm in pain. Physical pain. It is unbearable. I found myself waking up from my sleep every hour because of it. I'm in pain while typing this. While driving. While walking. While in class. I don't show it to others, but sometimes it exceeds what I can hold back. This results in grim faces, taut jaws and a serious expression.

At home I try to do other actions to distract me from the pain. I tap my trusty cane, but it could not withstand the force of the tapping that its handle is coming off. I couldn't bite myself; the infection from oral bacteria is really, really nasty. What I really need right now is a chemically induced coma.

I came home with a face so sour that the cats shriveled up.

Contrary to what has been said, the UK has no Constitution. Our Constitution, on the other hand, has been amended so many times that its integrity is falling apart. Or has already fallen apart.

And I do not appreciate noises so loud it disrupts the lecturer. I do not want to be around when he explodes.

Another day, another class, another bullshit incident

It was a usual day in the class today. There are groups arguing or giving excuses to the tutor, who shot down all their arguments in a cool manner. There is a particular group that has the tendency to cause ruckus and trouble in the class. When the tutor said that she could not accept someone's assignment (from that group) due to it being incomplete, yet another major ruckus started.

She then left the class, not in anger but to attend to another business, albeit temporarily. Here is where things started to get ugly.

The person in question took his phone and called his mother, who is conveniently a staff in the Administration. He then proceeded to talk loudly (as usual) and complained about the tutor to his mother, reminding her to pass the word to the tutor's superior. Lies, slander and libel. All the while the whole class could hear what he said.

I am angry. This is more than not respecting the tutor. What the tutor has said about that person's assignment is valid. How low can one go? He took the action of blaming others instead of himself to a whole new fucking level.

I turned to my friend who was sitting next to me and commented that, should the tutor get into trouble I will defend her. He agreed, saying that he and the whole class will probably do the same. We will try to make the casualty be him instead of our tutor. If the administration refuses to listen to our plight, we will raise hell.

Let us hope and pray.

"...a club for those who have yet to grow up..."

Thankfully for my conscience, I did not vote for you in the election.

The Watch

It never cease to amuse me how low some people stoop to get their point across. He is the outspoken one, this man. On the positive side he puts forward the complaints and gripes of his fellow students. On the other hand, however, his methods are not to my liking. While he views himself as being against racism in the campus, his friends' comments left much to be asked for. One can not be against racism if one turns a blind eye to racism.

Another note is his views of the outgoing student council. In his own words, he blames the student council even when the area concerned is outside of the council's jurisdiction, or even when the council does not have any say at all! Even knowing this, he continues his harassment (yes, I term it that way. You'll see why) of the council "just for the fun of seeing their reaction(s)" (his own words).

Why did I call it harassment? One, even when he stood by idly when his friends (read: cliques) called the leading man of the council insulting, stereotypical name; names that even the locals do not use to call that particular nationality. I am concerned that this will leave a negative impression on that man, which will indirectly drag the country and Swinburne's name into the mud. Secondly, he posted a picture of one of the council's members with his girlfriend. Pardon me, but other pictures of him are readily available, minus the girlfriend. When you bring in other people who are not directly involved in this petty squabble of yours, you will bear the brunt of whatever consequences that might occur.

I will be keeping watch over his blog, as well as the comments posted there. I kept silent for the time being in order to allow the council to sit for their examinations in peace. If things turn ugly, I will forward an anonymous letter to the Administration. Your connections with the Management will not help you. I have collected the necessary evidence. To my fellow readers, please keep what I have written here secret. Do not discuss it with others, except with me. I can not afford to let the person know that he is being watch. Remember: the wall have ears.

Fuck you

It's time for class. One of my favourite subjects. The only thing that's messing the atmosphere is the loud noise made by a group of Ah Bengs in the class, yakking away at 70 decibels and all the while their phones ringing. No, I don't need to hear neither your gossips or stupid jokes, and I certainly did not appreciate you screaming in my ears. For one thing I'm glad the lecturer did not lose his temper. But if he did and he kicked you guys out of the class, I'll be even more happier.

No fuck, kiddo.

You promoted yourself as a candidate for the council. But from what I've seen in the class, you obviously did not have the necessary stuff, i.e., respect for lecturer, respect for the class, exiting and entering the class for more than five times. I'm glad I didn't vote for your team in the election. You need to learn your place, kiddo, and stay there. You are, in the lecturer's view, nothing more than dust. You taking your leave will greatly benefit us.