~ChEeZyChEdDaRcHeEsE~

She is a prom queen

I’m in the marching band

She is a cheerleader

I’m sitting in the stands

I get a little bit

She gets a little more

She is Miss

America

And I’m just the girl next door (no 23 on Hitz.fm)

When asked of what gifts would be great for a guy friend, I was surprised by the response – guys could well off be superstitious as women. I’ve never  gave much thought on gifts, apparently when giving to the opposite gender there’s the do’s & don’ts in giving –different gifts could well indeed trigger the wrong kinda message (owh my God!) =0

The superstitious part? You can’t give clothing items to your boyfriend, because your relationship will not last long (note: this doesn’t imply to guy  friends). A little hilarious actually at first, yet when I think about it..well, it’s “kinda” true – I did that & well…well…whaddaya know? We broke up! But I don’t consider it entirely true, as I’d like to consider it as a ‘pre-breaking-up’ gift (there future was clear as the blue sky! – we had none). Want to end a relationship but don’t know how? Just give him any kind of clothing item – and voila! Single as Kraft cheese! =D

Last week a friend suggested that since we weren’t able to fully ‘utilize’ our time in Suria, why don’t we, try taking a ride in the translucent elevator in the centre court before heading back. And so we did. From level 0 to 4 and all the way down again, as silly as it might’ve sounded I find it quite amusing. Standing in the rear end of it, going to all levels in Suria and watching all those people there while my stomach gets nervous with each ascend and descend. I guess, when you’ve got good company, friends whom you’re comfortable with, doing anything silly together is worthwhile – because you’re together. We also tried various kinds of breads at ‘Bread Story’ (tamakla actually – they looked so irresistible!!). We ate as if we were having a full course meal!

And for the 10,000th consecutive time I have yet again, forgotten about my wallet! Ok, so I might be a little exaggerating but REALLY, I’ve been so careless that I’m starting to lose count of how many times I’ve lost the very same item! Thank God anyway that I’ve got it back-again! (is this a sign that I should be changing to a new wallet? It doesn’t seem to like me..hmmm…)

The weekend is near, but everybody’s just gonna be too busy for ‘needy-me’. Perhaps I should learn the mechanisms of purring, or territorial markings or feline affections from the wise guru – my cat! Because everybody seems to have time for her (and not me!).

Kinokuniya has abundance in books on cats. They’ve managed to come up with the greatest titles for those kinda books too like ‘cat-titude’. Amongst all, I was fixated by the book on American Shorthaired, sadly I couldn’t afford it. Kino is really expensive. Even the most uninformative book which apparently had some tips like ‘10 ways to know if your cat is gay’ (why would I even want to know that?) costs RM 24.90. It just has some cat cartoons and pages with words no more than 15. Perhaps in the near future I’ll write about a cat’s journal. It may sound like this

Day 1

I found a little bird in the garden today. It was very noisy – what bad tactics to hide!. As I examined it, the smell intrigued me. As my imaginative inquiry were low, I thought that I should very well try to get acquainted to it. And so I put it in my mouth.

As my master (the very fat girl) came out and saw me, she came up to me and said in a shriek “bad kitty!”. I think that meant that she was overwhelmed by my extraordinary inquisitive skills –as they say curiosity kills the cat. Although, I could not understand why she was patting me so hard on the head that made me dropped the bird onto the ground. Humans – very hard to get!      

Day 2

I feel master’s being unfaithful to me. I came into the room finding foreign cat hairs on the furniture (blonde?ew…definitely not MY kinda colour!). What’s worse, I could very well SMELL the feline’s bad B.O. It’s those stray kittens from the ghetto! (owh sure, go for the young ones now eh?).

Erghhh I so hate those stinking felines! Just the smell of them makes my fur stand (that smell triggers an allergy attack!Causing me to hiss & plump up like a fur ball; owh look at me!!I’m ugglyyyy nowww….) I shall not want to see her today; my feelings have been hurt – the nerve of some people cheating behind your backs!

7 p.m : things got a little bit better when she gave me those food in little shiny packets. I guess I can forgive her.meoowww!!!

It’s just times like this that will start to get my head in a muddle. My thoughts are just lost in a labyrinth and instead of finding a way out, I get myself lost deeper and into a dead end.

Work, work, work! It never ceases to end. Recently, a friend gave me a book on ‘10 simple truths that lead to an amazing life’ entitled “Life is short – Wear your part pants!” (okay so it may sound a bit weird rite?) as a gift on my 23rd birthday (yes..I’m getting older by the minute! Darn it!!). Truthfully, I’m no fan of self-help books (no offence brother!) but nonetheless, I love getting books! And since, this one seems to incorporate humour as a medium of writing, I guess its’ not all that bad – these self-help books, I mean.

In a part, it mentions of how we tend to stick to the norm of ‘work before play’. Which means, we we’re thought to finish our work before we could take time to relax. But, as it is, work never ceases to end (dejavu?) and so are we supposed to not have any fun because of that?

The H.O.D seems to be a lil uptight this season. Perhaps it’s because he intends to produce a well groomed & one of a kind pedigree - to enter the ever so challenging realm of practical next semester (owh no!!!). A stern command of ‘re-do your presentation this afternoon’ came as a shock! Me? Strucked dumb-founded, since our sector wasn’t given any comments to build up with. So with the few hours we have, skipping breakfast, lunch and ‘office’ gossip breaks we went straight down to work.

Prior to that, I had to go back to hostel to pick up a few things. Being in the state of incomplete presence of a clear-headed mind, I went back to the hostel – without my keys! (what the…) Then, as impulse reaction I went straight to the college office asking for spare keys BUT forgot that the stuff I needed were in my locker WHICH was indeed LOCKED!. What a waste that turned out to be. And so I head back to KAED, got my keys and went back AGAIN to get my stuff (now I have the additional task of having to return the spare key). On my way AGAIN to KAED, the traffic got slow as trucks started bombarding the 1 lane road (which was also a 1 way road!), and then, I had to waste a great deal of time and effort to just try to find and fit my fren’s BIG car into a decent parking spot (yet in the end, it wasn’t decent at all).

With almost an hour wasted on that, I went down to work – maps as it turned out, were truly NOT my ‘thang’! In addition to that, I was constantly worrying the whole day because I had lost my wallet AGAIN! Nak makan pun takde duit! (x_x) *lapaaaaa*

Note: I tend to lose my things when I get my head in a good mess/when I’m tired. List of things I have lost:
1) digi-cam (lost for good) (“,)
2) wallet (3x but got em both back)
3) handphone (found)
4) sweater (found)

The presentation was a strenuous task which also seemed endless! Within
an hour, we only got thru 2 sectors (which I personally consider as
1– population & SIA) but hey, no surprises there – Dewataraya of
Social Statistics was in da’ house! Thankfully, landuse (my sector) went on
okay *phew* (-_-)” I have very understanding & hardworking (yeke?)
team mates *yay!!*

In between the presentation, I was running in and out to the resource
centre (before it closes) to find decent additional reading material for
the English in class essay the next day. It’s official, my room now looks like
a paper recycling centre! Paaapeerrrr lamaaa…

-Training myself to become the ultimate multi tasking machine;
-I will not betray my people (PJ!!! PJ!!)
-I feel it in the water..I feel it in the earth; the end is near…

3 to the MPPJ - the fairest, wisest & sneakiest amongst all, and responsible for the city status which comes with the combo-meal of a 10% tax increase

7 to the assemblymen - lords of the mine, craftsmen to mold every kind of great new ideas & remedy for any public displeasure

9 rings to the race of men - who above all else, demand transparency in
public finance & a tax reduction.

But they were all of them deceived – for another ring was made (AHA!).

“One ring to rule them all, one ring to bring them all and in the darkness, binds them” hahaha…

Whoa…February already?I knew a few who’ve came back for..ehm..holidays I guess?But guys..I have NO hols this month!!!So please,make some room for my sensitivity.. (-_-)”
God I so miss you guys..Rozel..so sorry hun..still haven’t got the time to give yer present (tink I’m gonna hafta clean all the spiderweb off it first!) My days here area just draaaaaggggggggging…by..not to mention the superbly hot weather!I’m not asking for it to rain..but I’d like it very much if I cud have cloudy days - just like what I’m feeling these days..(I feel like I have rainclouds hovering on me)

So yeah,I’ll tell you how my birthday went..I guess it was okay..lotsa msg,calls..so I was pretty happy.No parties or anything alike..(no point in celebrating you gettin older rite?) But me mom cooked some stuff & we ate together,it was nice.You know,I’d really like a bowl of chinese chicken salad rite now (& I bet you know why…)

I was young but I wasn’t naive I watched helpless as he turned around to leave and still I have the pain I have to carry a past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried after all this time I never thought we’d be here never thought we’d be here when my love for you was blind but I couldn’t make you see it couldn’t make you see it that I loved you more than you’ll ever know a part of me died when I let you go I would fall asleep only in hopes of dreaming that everything would be like is was before but nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting they disappear as reality is crashing to the floor after all this time would you ever wanna leave it maybe you could not believe it that my love for you was blind but I couldn’t make you see it couldn’t make you see it that I loved you more than you will ever know a part of me died when I let you go and I loved you more than you’ll ever know a part of me dies when I let you go

funny how I think the words tend to "slurr" when he sings..I was captivated by the song,as at first..I could not comprehend what the lyrics were.. -_-"  Despite the slurr,the I liked his vocals on it (slurry..blurry vocab+sexy tone..hah???),and over the time,I got to actually hear what he was singing (after numerous times listening to it)