Fcked up

Sem finals results came out today.
And well, see title for more details.


PS - If anyone wants to go clubbing or plain lepaking, the answer is NO.

In it creeps...

A beast...quite known to the average student. And yet, it never fails to miss it's victim, it's claws curling around it's prey, it's breath lucid and putrid...It's bite both vicious and fatal...
It's ever-nearing steps, causing one's heart to miss a beat in both despair and fervent alarm...

It lunges for you when you least expect it, taking you by complete surprise and dismay! Lo behold it's strong grasp! Lo behold it's unbeatable fury! Alas, it's overwhelms you and you can fight no more...

You fight no more...

It is within you now...
Deep within you...
Weakening every nerve, muscle and sinew...
In each dawning moment, your mind ceases to function...
It shuts down...
Blanketing you in this daze that you do not recognise or think you can come out from...
And when you do...the sudden change will disorient you in the most discomforting manners...And you just might make the most painful recovery...

And this point...this painful point will come...

When college/school/or any institute of higher learning resumes studies once more after hols of 2-3months.

The syndrome my people?

They call it a curse...

And we...the common prey of it...
We know it as...

L.E.T.H.A.R.G.Y.

**all credits of melodramatics and mauldin bloggers are to be attributed to INTEC and every other institution that thinks it fit to let mere students indulge in hols 2 months long and resume brain activity as normal once a new sem resumes.

Grr

And of all days...when I have the noble intentions of further expanding the blog to have more pages, changes in some graphics and the creation of a community weblog friends can now post on...

This is the day the internet gets all farked up on me.

*chants repeatedly*

I love technology i love technology i love technology i farking love technology...

A-levels approaching in 6 months...

My sentiments exactly.

*edited!* The expensive -and bogus - but necessary wishlist

1. A Sony Vaio. I WANT A VAIO BEFORE I LEAVE.
2. Permanent contact lenses. I'm sick of my spectacles.
3. For One More Day - by Mitch Albom. Please?
4. Super-duper memory power. Hah.
5. A new Mum.
6. French manicure
7. Long nails *see 6 for enlightment*
   
8. To go back to our old house in OUG.
   
9. The license to kill every single person who is poor and relishes the sympathy obtained by pity-giving folks like me by playing on the emotions of people who feel embarassed about their wealth. There's nothing wrong with being poor but you're a bloody thieving asshole if you like making it seem you're really upset about it thus gaining sympathy from others instead of doing something about it.
   
10. A girlfriend for a friend of mine who desperately needs one.
    
11. ** A boyfriend for a friend of mine who desperately needs and wants one.
    

Weirdness?
Maybe.






** - the list just keeps growing, doesn't it?

Blah

Something i was fooling around with when i was in one of mood spells and frustrated with the opposite sex. For some reason, it didn't wanna get uploaded then? Stupid blogger.
Oh don't get me wrong, nothing from one of my own experiences - although that alone would suffice - but something i observed from watching my uncle and aunt, mum and dad and other dysfunctional couples.

Kesian these women.

Anyway.

I'm still lazy to put up pictures coz i have to transfer em all to external memory, then make copise, then resort some of em and THEN load em up here...Lecer nye.


So for now, feast your eyes on some boring works.



Oh and erm, i know i've gotta get started on some reading. My a'levels are in 6 months and i've forgotten everything. That's right, you heard me. EVERYTHING. I've forgotten our stats syllabus - histograms, box plots dont count - and completely spaced out on the vector chapter. If i ever thought last sem is the sem to really enjoy college it being my last 6 months in college in Malaysia..ahahah...i thought wrong.


A lot of work awaits for 15 points. A LOT.
And i havent gotten started on any of my holiday homework la...THe lovely maths lecturer set us to some horried sums on vectors...LOTS of sums...
And i've been too busy rendezvouing.

No no! Guilt trip!!!! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!

And i can't even proudly say i've finished two fictional books. Argh!


-_-


It's time to get serious again.

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Chronicles of the SuperGeek...Sigh...

Guilt trip

Sigh.
He's such a nice person.
He's got everything a girl could want.
And he's really smitten. In such a short while too.
I know, i know where the fault lies.
But i just feel really bad coz i know what i have to say.
But either way, i'm really feeling bad for the poor dear.
Because if you think about it...It wouldnt be all that bad.
Except for the age thing.
Apart from that? Nothing. Coz he's just so the cun for that kinda role.

Sigh...

I'm gonna miss him come december 31st.

grrr...

If there's one thing i hate doing, it's waiting for people.
And i'm too lazy to upload the pics i've been snapping with my new phone so that'll have to wait as well.
I am passing time.
I am passing time by blogging.
And i'm losing interest already as of now so i think i'll go chillaks in a friends place til whoever i'm supposed to meet shows up at where they're supposed to be half an hour ago.

Cheers.

Why havent i been updating?

Coz I've been soooooooo busy to think about things that actually do matter to humankind and have been just rendezvouing around the place with friends and more friends and attending to that waiting list i have ;)

Things that have changed?

1. I've discovered a scandalous past time
2. I don't mind being rude since i know i'm such a saint if not indulging in scandalous past times.
3. I like being a Wilson. It's much more humane than being a House. Thanks again Kel.
4. I've discovered that you don't need human affection to enjoy physical contact with another person. Don't ask me how i know that, i just do.
5. I sleep for less than 9 hours a day now! By jove! =D
6. I have lost weight? Ok no, that was a lie.
7. Having a short story that's gonna be published has more effect on friends than it does on family? Wow.
8. I'm not as sensitive as i was before. I think i grew up for a bit. A bit.
9. I just avoid certain people when they engage in bad temperaments. Easier and nothing to get worked up about.
10. My uncle actually gets hornified when drunk. How do i know? Well, he was nuzzling my aunt. Ugh. UGH. UGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Ok, so that sums up what i havent been updating. As for the more thought-provoking crap and pictures of stuff that has been happening, next post perhaps. Muaksiez to all who read but are freaking lazy to comment.

Of short skirts, bimbo juniors, ole friends, new phones and sheer stupidity.

Short skirts:
You know a girl either wants to get a guy or have a one-night stand when you can see her butt. Or ass. Sorry, my mistake guys.


Bimbo juniors:
You know they get bimbotic when they hang around in girly little cliques, oggling at your guy friends - oh the horror! - and give lil simpers when your guy friends approach em.
What dolts. For starters, they cant even oggle at real men.


Ole friends:
You know you can kill a few birds with one mighty rock by goin for a get-together and meeting everyone whom you've promised to see in just one night. Thanks kel. Muaks muaks.


New phone:
You know you're tech savvy when you've got the Sony Ericsson W700i. Walkman phone peeps! The messiah has arrived! YET AGAIN!!!!


Sheer stupidity:
When you've got a two megapixel cam on your new phone...
And you took zero pictures of a school reunion...
And you happen to blog. Which would be way nicer if you could put up pictures had you taken some with your new two megapixel cam.

See? I knew i was human.

*answering machine*

Im sorry. You have reached Ash. She's currently busy frequenting UH and having a life so leave a message at the beep.

*toot*


Ash!!!!! I know you're lying, get outta that couch, put the ice-cream away and pick up the goddammed phone already, sheeeesh!

Weirdness

If Dato still lectures me about having screwed up friends, boy have i got an arguement with him.
Least my friends don't get drunk at my house, end up messing up a nicely decorated toilet and tries to nuzzle my neck.
I'm serious.


Least MY FRIENDS don't pass out in the dining room and stagger outta the house half-dead.


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I met a lot of weird people today. Maybe they were drunk, i dunno. Met some nice people too but hey, you never know with people these days. Always an agenda somewhere.
I think i've got too much House in me.
Even managed to get invites to homes within just one day of meeting people.
I'm good.
At any rate, the event was pretty boring at first. Dato had a dinner at his place, with lotsa good classy food and a really nicely decorated house, for all his clients, staff and friends. Everyone was all dressed up etc etc. Halfway through, i was damn well wishin i wasn't in a bloody churidar. Damn.
And i had this hot sexy black dress with a transparent shawl to go with it. Dang. And velvety stilettos too! Double dang.

I didn't really bother with pictures. Just lotsa people at tables - i mean, how many of you would wanna keep those kinda pics in your photo albums eh?


But you know what kinda sucked?
People RUBBING IT INTO YOUR FACE, practically smothering you and letting you know flat out that well, you're just way too controlled.

"When i was your age, i had it difficult too..."

"So where do you hang around, apart from home?"

Boy. That really stung.

Me : I get frowns when i drink shandy.

*The whole table explodes in racauous laughter*


Damn.


I damn well can't wait for Ireland and my Bailey's Irish Cream. Yo Jawing, if you're reading, you and me are hitting Temple Bar or whatever that fucking place is the moment we get there. Or any place close to that.

Teehee

I give you...The anthology itself...

WRITE OUT LOUD!

Note the excerpt at the back cover, the one right at the bottom. Owh yea. Oh and note the name as well. If you can just make it out.

Teehee =D

*click for a bigger image la*

Musing aloud again - on PURPOSE

You know, i always wondered if i wasnt read enough.
But according to lotsa people, you know, with the random comments like

"Oh yah, i know, i read your blog,"

"Ah yes, i remember, you posted it up on your blog,"

"Wah you look different now ah, i saw your blog mah,"

"Hey Ash, you've changed la. What's with profanities in your blog leh?"


So you see...it's not that i'm not read as much as i wanna be. People DO read. In fact, some intecans think it's the bible or something -NOT FLATTERING- and end up commenting once in the blue moon with sudden comments like "Hey! We had Pn Sarah once. We like her!"


And i wondered why others would have like 5-10 comments per every post made on THEIR blogs. I mean, i've been blogging for LONGER than they have, i do it everyday, i'm obsessed about it, i do up my blog nicely for it and do i get comments?


Nada. Nil. I do, but few. FEW.


So i used to think. Hell. Dang. I must be doin something wrong? Less advertising? Less interesting posts? Too much ranty whiny shit there? Too long a post? Less PICTURES?

Or maybe, i have friends who just dont read enough.


But you know what? I finally realised what the problem was.
Based on the comments thrown at me randomly from above? It's kinda obvious what the problem just is.

I have friends who read but are just too darn lazy to comment. So they read - THEY TAKE. But they don't comment - THEY DAMN WELL DONT GIVE.


...


You all terasa tak?
*singsong voice*
Siapa makan cili....

The Messiah Has Arrived!!!

I have just discovered the joys of a printer, scanner and copier all in one...

And spent most of yesterday trying to pasang the thing - which was pretty easy and even managed to make Dato impressed to a certain degree - and scanning our old photos and printing out the new ones on nice new clean and white photopaper!

Picture a maniac, hunched over the printer as it makes more copies so quickly...

MUAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....*insert evil witch-like cackle here please*


*


I know...so the jakun right?

=P

A Coconut Chronicle

Sometime a few hours ago...in the wee hours of the night, when Ash was busy printing out pictures for her Dato uncle's collage - to make him look even MORE important- , an important revelation is made...

Me : You know, a friend of mine saw a pic of me and Babs as my msn display pic. Asked her for Babs num. Haha, i told him she's 13.


-Sorry dear friend, if you're reading, rest assured i did NOT mention your name here-

Datin : Hah! Your chiti might JUST be flattered.

*in bustles Dato, pompousity and all - if there even IS such a word*

Dato : Why the hell are you putting up pictures as displays?!
Me : *well like DUH, its either that or avatars with moronic statements on em*
Dato : You teenagers are really stupid. All the time up to this kinda nonsense. Uploading pictures of yourselves, no worries about privacy -what if someone sees it and does something to it? Ever thought about that? And now ah Thaya *he looks at my aunt*, they've got this thing called blogging where they tell the whole world about their private lives and post up pictures there!
Me : *oh you complete moron*
Dato : *looks at me* It's really stupid. I don't know why you stupid teenagers have to do these kinda things all the time. Such a stupid thing blogging is.


Wahlau wei. Blogging woh. Very the stupid la.


*


A few months ago, he went for this launch where several teens were invited upon stage to tell the room about blogging and how they use blogs and he came back all excited about it, telling me i should set up one having JUST DISCOVERED blogging.


Dato : You should set one up, a homepage all about our family.


*

-_-


In this particular oxymoronic scenario...
I GIVE UP.

Hate

E.x.a.m.p.l.e.s

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1. I hate when random idiotic dolts make plans for themselves -which happen to include my chaffeur services - and let me know about it when i've made plans for myself on the same day thus making theirs seem more important leading to the eventual cancellation of plans for myself and for what? A fucking facial.
2. I hate it when people put you as the list of their priorities and it becomes painfully apparent when they don't want to spend their joyous moments with you ANYMORE because they know you're always gonna be around and as such, they gonna have you for life and AS SUCH, they don't really need to spend that much time with you anymore. F-a-r-kin' pissing off.
3. I hate it when all that stupid hatred just makes you feel all teruk about yourself and you end up crying and wanting to sleep but INSTEAD you have to wait for your aunt to finish doing what SHE WANTS TO DO and when she's done, you gotta take her places.

*&^%#$%.

I wish i could punch something. Or someone.
I can think of a few people i'd like to punch right now.
Oh i hope you read this.

Poser Langkawi Pics

Go green folks.

Arvind had that pouty face on PURPOSE. Coz i'm not what he calls a...hawtie.

Angwy face. Grr.

Fake perky grin!

Lippy smiles.

Umbrella fest!-We ran outta flowers.

I don't know why i was grinning. Nothing funny about stretching your arm out and taking the pic yourself.

Tata dearest and me ;)

Only Lavinya understood this. Lol.

Delibrately done to prove that pantang of three people in a pic wrong. You see, neither of us have died yet. Yet.Yet. Crap.

Pouty face?

I find this pic so incredibly cassanova-ic, for lack of a better term.

I have no idea why i looked as tho i wanted to kiss the cam. Really.

Green's the new black?

Squeezy kisses.

You see how calmly he takes this? Amazing.

Lavinya forgot to grin. On purpose. Dang.

The one pic that turned out pretty nice.

Me and Datin Dr Bollywood herself.

Now THIS is the real squeezy kiss. The real thang!

...And i still can't damn well beat this lil critter. I give up.

It's just so wrong

Well, i never really got to blog about the autopsy i saw on the third day of our hospital attachment due to unwanted emotional blocks i just had to hit right afterwards and some stupid crap i actually bothered to get worried about. Hah.
Screw you, you sucky ulcer! You're not getting malignant on me just yet!

Ok, so that was totally uncalled for.


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Ever wondered what a human brain looks like?
Teehee.


What about a rectum?
Heehee.


Lungs of a smoker?
Double heehee.


Oh comon, i'm sure you don't wanna miss out on watching someone slide your face off.
*giggles*




Grosteque?
Hardly.
It was like a bloody joyride. Literally as well, i suppose. I mean, how often do you get to see someone split someone else wide open and literally dig inside and yank out your guts, slicing through your rectum, saw your skull off and calmly take your brain out and place it on the weighing machine?


We were sadly not allowed to obtain any form of footage.

And well, let's just say i really don't wanna die of alleged acid poisonning.

Kesian the fellow.

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Well, we just got back from Langkawi. The whole happy family and all. And let's just say that Dato Praba isn't planning on making a 5 hour trip from Kuala Perlis to KL and the other way around just coz he wants to save on 6000 bucks.

Hardly dato-ish.

Oh, yea. Babumama's gotten his Dato' title already. Happened a few weeks ago, somewhere around Diwali time i think. It's kinda stupid and very the amusing to see all the relatives and other peeps sucking up to him big time now. I mean, they did it before so you can imagine the extents of it now.

All i have to do is mention his name to the guards at the Glenmarie Court entrance and the guards get extra enthusiastic on the saluting business.
Oh and tickets to anything come real easy now.
Pays to have a Dato for an uncle i suppose.


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Something really weird happened today. I wont go into details but lets just say i left the scenario feeling strangely elevated.
I mean, i'm a bloody girl.
And every girl floats a teensy bit when any guys says she looks pretty.
*if i grin in any gedik manner, just slap me, will you?*


Ok guys. I'm now officially bored. So start calling me out again. PUH-LEASE.

I hope you still read

Everytime i think i'm happy again, you come along and do something that just disappoints me to the max.
I'm through being understanding everytime. It's just so damn hard and you don't make things easier.
You never understand, you never make it any easier. You've never given me anything to be happy about. You just make me cry even more for the idiot that's you.
I'm sick of it. And i really want a change.
It's amazing how someone as considerate as you can't even see what you're doing.
I can't see anymore the traits i saw in you once that made me think you were perfect.
You no longer see me as any priority.
You don't see that i risked everything for you.
You don't damn well appreciate it, you ungrateful jerk.
Yes, i have never gotten this vocal or mean before.
And i'll admit, i feel somewhat guilty for calling you such things.
But a major part of me knows you deserve it.


For when you take someone as your own, you better damn well behave that she belongs to you. And no one else.
Writing poetry every now and then is not a solution to keep things boiling and thriving.
It's in the very way you actually care about what's going on in her life.
Which you don't.
So I need a break.
So that you can see things and stop breaking me each time i fix myself.