Betwixt-isms

Something’s up with me. This is the third post in a day.

     I don’t know why, there’s just a happy bubble feeling in me today. yippee. Everyone’s in a festive mode, people wishing others Happy Deeparaya et al. And something’s wrong with the line transmission here. Argh. What hah maxis? I want to SMS my friend also tak boleh. hmmph. Deepavali hari Sabtu mah… Line sudah jam meh?

     (omg omg, I know this song is sooooooo typical pop-rock-chick but I love Ashley Simpson’s Boyfriend. The song lah. Not her partner. And what’s with the influx of Rihanna’s songs on the radio these days mannnnnnn.. If i hear about her whining about being unfaithful and how she’s killing her bf by doing that, I swear I’m going to-)

     "I don’t want to hurt him anymore/ I don’t want to take away his life/ I don’t want to be a murderer" wth lah oi. You don’t want to kill him then DON’T LAH! ish. wth, why am I listening to this song anyway? =.=

     Ahah. Sean Paul. lalalalala.. I never understand what he’s saying but wth. I remember a few years back, I could recite Sean Paul’s "Shake That Thing" from memory. lol. serious. yes lah, this IS the correct blog you’re reading.

     Anyway, what’s with the multiple posts eh? I have no idea. Just got the sudden urge to BLOOOOGGG… And they’re all filled with randomness that I really don’t care who reads cos I’m enjoying this babeh! wth.

     How’d they say it again.. Deepavali Valthukel (?) and Selamat Hari Raya!

*I’ve been saying that I need sleep desperately. But now, I can’t take afternoon naps. hmm. Biological clock. tick tock. And eh, no, no babies. 

Second post. Yehahaha……

     I think the reason all my posts get so jumbled with randomness is that I seldom get to log in to Friendster, hence the lack of blogging. So everytime I have something to blog, but cannot because I don’t have a laptop and the desktop comp simply refuses to allow me to log in. Soooo.. everything just gets mixed up and blended. Fruit punch puree! wth.

     Dad, did you conspire with the desktop to block me from signing in to Friendster? hmm. AND blogspot? rah. AND my MSN- oops, Windows Live Space? Eh.. Wait. My dad doesn’t read this. =.=

     See that’s why I borrow your laptop for HOURS, sometimes up to four hours plus, which in the end, causes me to sleep at 2.30 in the morning when I have to sit for papers the day after that? hah.

     hmm. I realise, this post is full of randomness as well. tsk tsk.

I am happpyyyyy! Wheeeee hee hee hee… Finals are over! BWAHHAHAHAH..

*ahem*

     I’ve been having urges to shout obscene words randomly, but that will tarnish my sweet and demure image. Cough, choke, splutter and vomit all the blood you want; but i’m telling you, I swear much much much LESS these days. WAHAHAHA.. I had a really horrid case of cussing few years back. Yes lah yes lah, I still swear damn a lot these days hor but compared to last time very little liao right? right?

wth, why my english so ah lian de?! (see? see? -see what?- Puan See? wth. )

     argh. Must be the exam fever. ’tis has plagued me for days… and months.. years even… okay okay, it’s only a month. bleargh.. still feels like we’ve been having exams for a year.

(this is unrelated - ROARRRRRRRRR.. WHAT’s WITH THE LINE TRANSMISSION?!!!)

     yessssss.. so the final paper was Sejarah 1. People were literally screaming for joy. hmm. And some guy stuck a PINK SANITARY PAD and walked around after school with the pad on his groin. wth. Guy-pink pad-groin. Yuh huh. See how exams can get to people? (BAN EXAMS! BAN EXAMS! -are you with me?- BAN EXAMS!)

     "Note: It takes 15 trees to produce the amount of paper that you use to write in 1 exam. Join us in promoting the noble cause of saving trees. SAY NO TO EXAMS. TAK NAK!"

     Heck, I have to say that i agree. TAK NAK all the way babe!

Sooooo… Four more days to Independence. My biological clock is in a mess; been sleeping irregular hours. Rah… Bombed my Chemistry papers, Bio paper, BM paper, blah blah blah etc. *sniff*

     Anyway, reading the papers today, I saw this article "Ikim: Sack Takaful man, Mohd Fauzi ‘not fit to hold position’. And I thought, ohh.. another one of ‘em internal power struggles in another government body. *yawn*

     Until I saw this; "… for issuing an e-mail banning staff from wishing Hindus Happy Deepavali…" (0.o) woh. Wait.. it gets better; "…In an e-mail that was sent to the staff of the Islamic insurance company, Mohd Fauzi said wishing "Happy Durga Pooja", "Happy Lakshmi Pooja" and "Happy Deepavali" was deemed as expressing greetings to the Hindu Gods Durga, Lakhsmi and Krishna, which he viewed as going against the Islamic faith…" (0.0) hmm.

     What happened was, this dude from Takaful Malaysia circulated an internal e-mail banning staff from wishing Hindus a Happy Deepavali. The Takaful Malaysia Syariah Department head, Mohd Fauzi Mustaffa. 

     "…staff were prohibited from conveying their greetings for the three celebrations and other similar festivities because they could be deemed as blasphemous…"

Blasphemous, from the word blasphemy = talking of God in a disrespectful or joking way. (Collins English Learner’s Dictionary)

     Now isn’t that amusing. It certainly gives new meaning to the word "hypocrisy" neh? Makes you wonder. Really, Mr. Fauzi, have you ever attended any Deeparaya open houses? Do you have Hindu neighbours? Hindu colleagues, Hindu FRIENDS to be exact. Wait, you’ve just lost them all. Ohhh.. Nono, you didn’t even have any to begin with eh? Nope. Well you can’t blame them Mr. Fauzi. After all, you’ve been in that hut of yours facing the computer typing such rubbish and circulating them as e-mails to your staff.

     zzz. Really lah. It’s these things which make you thankful to god that you have friends who are more mature and open-minded than an adult who finds festival greetings blasphemous.

     Happy Deeparaya everyone.

P/s- Adlina, got open house ah? 

I have eyebags. My classmates think I’m mad. My notes are all over the place. Moodiness is seeping in. (which explains the previous adolescent-hormone laced post) SMSes and phone calls asking about this paper and that paper start coming in. I have two pencil cases. My bag is light. Procrastination gears start working. This time, I’m reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.

     It’s exam season again.

     This morning I woke up, thinking of what was said last night. I head to the shower, turning on the tap. The trickle of water flows and I shampoo my hair, inhaling the scent you love so much. My eyes sting; maybe shampoo, water and tears don’t mix well.

     This morning I woke up, to the sun streaming in through the curtains. Remember that Friday afternoon after school? When we went to the park behind your house and sat at that bench, its surfaces bearing initials of young loves inside roughly carved hearts. We made names from the letters and laughed ourselves silly from the puppylove-induced messages people left there… and then we carved our own initials.

     This morning I woke up, to the sounds of the old air-conditioner clunking away. Searching my collection of CDs in a blue cardboard box, I found the one you gave me. I contemplated playing the disc with bubblegum songs, the ones we used to listen to and loved so much. If only we can rewind the past and pre-view the future. The CD went back into the box.

     This morning I woke up, the sheets in a mess. The warm blanket reminded me of the time we were caught in the rain. Seven in the evening at an empty bus stop with thunder and lightning; but I was safe in your hug.

     This morning I woke up, the whiff of hot Milo in the air. Two large scoops of Milo, hot water and a little peck on the cheek on rainy Friday afternoons, Milo ais guzzling sessions at the mamak on Saturday nights and yummy Milo toast on Sunday mornings at your place.

     This morning I woke up, you were not there anymore.    

Argh. Just typed out a post. A long post. And then accidentally clicked on the bloody advertisment for "Fun, New Cursors" which lead to some stupid webshit website for "Fun, New Cursors".

Curse you bloody Cursors. rahhhhh…

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Steve "Crocodile Hunter" Irwin passed away yesterday. Shocker innit? Rest in peace Mr. Irwin. Condolences to his family.

I saw an accident today. A Wira collided with a MyVi. At this point, maybe I should inform you that I fail miserably when it comes to giving descriptions of things which I have witnessed so I hope you understand when I say it is for the good of (wo)mankind that I do not begin to give you a description of what happened. Heck, I can’t even describe a movie I just watched to a friend. "Oh.. erm.. It was about this guy who found a draft of a letter written by this poet he was researching about… the letter was to this woman who is the ancestor of this woman…"

See what I mean?

Ugh. Distractions. Anyway, there was a pool of dark… er, liquid at the collision site. Couldn’t tell whether it was petrol or blood. Okay, okay, I know what you’re thinking:

"BLOOD AND PETROL ALSO CANNOT TELL THE DIFFERENCE AH?!"

Guess these two incidents are hints from above to… just enjoy life. Y’know, to just breathe and chill, relax and screw work for once. Smile!

(Ironic isn’t it when I tell others to chill.)

Been having urges to eat like a pig consume a lot of food these days. Had two chapatis for supper after tuition. Yummy. It’s been too long, chapati. It’s been too long. Now, if only I can get some ice-cream…

What does Malaysia’s Independence mean to you?

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Bet that made everyone escape. MWHAHHAHA.. oh.. wait.. no one will be reading this then. Ah well.

So what does Independence Day mean to you? For some, it’s about waving flags and shouting "Merdeka" at midnight, for others, it’s about renewing your love for the tanah air, and for most, it’s a day to sleep in and pig out.

Too lazy to think of some awe-inspiring Merdeka Day blog post. Too ignorant about current affairs of the country. Let’s all close one eye and pretend I already wrote the post. ;p

Happy Independence everyone.

Check out Patrick Teoh’s blog. (Use Google to find the site lah.)

I’ve got a confession. hee hee. I get kinda nervous with free time on my hands. Yeah.

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Hhahah… ha. It’s like the calm before a storm. There’s always a naggy feeling in my sub-conscious telling me that I’ve forgotten to complete something. It’s as though the free time I have is for me to actually prepare for the whole tosh of work I’ve to settle the next day. Oh my. I’m obsessed with work.

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Incident 1:

So me friend came back from a holiday in Eastern Europe (Austria, Czech Republic and….. and… er, can’t recall… o yeah, Hungary.) and returned with a smashing pack of souvenirs. Gracias amigo. My favourite one in the bag was this keychain which said

"TOP WORKAHOLIC"

(LOL. Really like that one.)

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Incident 2:

Rushing around today trying to complete some secretarial stuff and had to rush for class. And well well, the teacher did not enter. Hah. (Gripe: I rush to class and in the end, there isn’t one. =.=) So, taking advantage of the free period, I settled down to complete more tosh. (read: paperwork, homework, blah blah blah etc.) And a friend passes by and says "You never rest do yeh? Learn to chill."

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Incident 3:

Bit later, I was still doing work. Dunno what made me turn and glance at the class. And two friends were looking at moi (hah!) and then they said

"STOP DOING WORK" 

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I’ve evolved into a workaholic and I’m not even holding a job yet! And I stress easily. All the work and stuff makes me push away other things into the back of my mind. Thinking that I’ll settle the more urgent work first and think about other stuff later. Thing is, work is omnipresent. It’s everywhere and it never settles. Once you finish something, another comes up. So, voila, there will not be time to think of the "other stuff". And so it bottles up. And it keeps filling up but I think, heck, I’ll manage, I’ll keep it under control.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

I read this article in the papers today. (Well, the article was about suicide. I’m NOT going to commit suicide lah. Seriously. I don’t want some psychiatrist pointing to this post and say "This. This is a sign that Stephanie was in need of help. It was a plea, a cry for help but… it fell on deaf ears." wth. No, really, I WILL NOT COMMIT SUICIDE.)

Erk, distraction. Coming back to the article, there was a line there which said, "There is always something else going on -feelings of helplessness, hopelessness. The bucket is full and then something apparently trivial -a fight, a boyfriend who ends a relationship- can be the last drop."

Well, there ya go. Something to explain why I become extremely moody (I believe the term used now is "emo"?) over the seemingly small things. And that’s when I scare people. There was a time when I had a er… breakdown? Started crying for no apparent reason one day. (Weh, what’s this.. Don’t avoid me lah, I’m still sane okay. Well, sane by my standards if you get what I mean. heheh..)

Simply put, there are times when I feel that I have too much to handle and everything just keeps piling and piling and piling and blah blah blah etc. until I feel like a pressure cooker which has been overused, ready to explode anytime.

(huhu.. Imagine.. A bit of brain matter here, a bit of skin there, some bone fragments… WHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…wth. lol)

I need a break.   

Dear JD,

I’m a B.I.G fan of you. Saw you perform at the concert on the 18th of August; it was REALLY REALLY GOOD. The energy, the passion; anyone can see that you are perfect for the band. People may call you conceited and cocky… But it’s evident that you have a soft side in you, and I love that. I love the fact that you’ve got a black belt in taekwando, you’re a vegetarian, and how much you care for your family. Mostly, I just love… you.

Stephanie.

Dear JD,

I love the song "Perfect Strangers". I love the song "Pretty Vegas". I love the song "Afterglow". I love you.

Stephanie.

Dear JD,

I love your energy. I love your passion. I love your soft side. I love you.

Stephanie.

Dear JD,

You’re hot.

Stephanie.