Ah, finally, I have the chance to write. So many times I planned and tried, to take the time, sit still and just write, and so many times I failed miserably. So many things I wanted to say, to write about, so many times I let it slip away.
No more of that. I am here, my bottom now glued to the seat until it is time for me to leave.
A lot of things have happened over the course of three, four days. Memorable events worth remembering, moments that ought to be cherished and will forever be, always, remembered dearly (or in a bad way too).
This week notes the SMAC '08 (Sports & Martial Arts Carnival 2008) launch, a most anticipated event for most of us Uia-ans. A time when we get together for the love of sports and WIN WIN WIN. Various activities, tournaments and games are being held in conjunction with the carnival. Football, futsal, netball, basketball - you name it.
Somehow I found myself representing the Intech_SS students in basketball, a game I fancy watching but not playing. I must admit that I am no basketball player; I can't dribble and run at the same time, troublesome really. I can shoot some hoops, a small number, and unfortunately enough, I was chosen as there was no one left. I suppose you can say that the sports spirit doesn't flow so well here in Uia, where half the people here prefer being locked up in the library than engaging themselves in sports, as it is, somewhat somehow sinful, to be mixing around freely, making such hazardous noise and possibly have too much fun that one will miss one's prayers. Or the likes. Lagha.
Tuesday night, I saw something different. During my stay here, never yet have I seen such a crowd, a mixture of boys and girls at one particular place, cheering for their team, full of spirit. Never have I seen such a crowd so loud, and yet no one was told off, for being louder than usual. Ah, nostalgia. It reminded me of school, where boys and girls come together, talk together and battle together for their teams, where the school spirit unites us all, and where the silly 50-ringgit compound cease to exist. For the first time after so long, ever since the Arts kids left, Uia was alive again, by the sound of the applause, cheers and laughter. For a place that forbids us to mingle freely, if not openly, it seemed otherwise that night. Big deal, right? Well, try living here and then you'll know what it's like. I felt happy, this SMAC thing is really doing us some justice, I mean, come on, us girls can finally play sports man! Hah ha.
Someone just dropped by, handing us a survey about the conditions of Uia - the hostels, staff, and services. I ticked 'Very Poor' and even added 'very very' where the staff and security unit is concerned. I gave a very long and harsh comment about everything, mind you I am very sharp with my words and I will not hesitate to speak my mind. So stfu if you have a problem with that, scum. Just so you know, I just received my very first summon, for not having an overnight card whereas my lecturer/fellow is just too hard to locate to hand us our overnight card. Swell, is it not? Well if it's not the guard jahat, who else would it be? Well, I am not going to pay without having my say first thank you very much. They shall receive a nice complaint letter from me, first thing on Monday. Oh you will hear from me sir; I will not rest until my case is cleared. And I will not pay. On that note, I might as well write a nice long letter, a series of complaint concerning the stupid services, staff and hostel conditions that just pisses me off, bad. Uia, you're in for a treat. Hah!
Back to where we were, my Thaipusam was even better. No darlings, I did not climb up the steep stairs of Batu Caves or worship that ugly god of gold. Instead I woke up late for class and slept as soon as I got back into my room. I then did my laundry and took a nice shower. By then, it was noon. I was to head home for dinner, with Uncle Richards and Ma's colleagues, when I decided to drop by at Klcc. Surprisingly enough, Shafiq replied to my sms, saying that he IS there at the very moment. Coincidence, ah, another reason for me to go there :) And so I took the bus to Kl Sentral and then the train to Klcc. It was quite the journey. If you study closely and observe others, you'll see clearly and remember vividly about them. This is yet another of my usual habits. I like to watch people, observe people, when I have nothing else to do but look at you. And so it is. What you wear, how you wear your clothes, how you look, what you might be thinking about and just every other thing that I can possibly think about. Not that I wish to criticize or bad-mouth you, it is just a mental note of how I see things, of how I see you. First impressions perhaps? Hey, it's not like you're not watching me too. I was taught that staring is rude, I don't stare. Heh.
It took me about 30 minutes to reach there and apparently, they were still there too. Met up with him and the family excluding Pica and Abg Chey, Pica's is Melaka while Abg Chey was at a meeting, and joined them shopping, more like, watched them shop :) We went for a drink after at Aseana Café Bar where I had to kindly decline the invite to join them to Mid Valley as I was afraid of running late, I was expected to be home by 6pm, the most. So we bid our goodbyes and went on our way. It was a short meeting, for about an hour but it was a good one. Cheers to that :)
Arrived home around 5pm and had tea with the family. It felt good to be home, even just for a while, but Amani killed the mood by making a remark that me mad, cross. I so wanted to just give her a good smack in the head and a nice long lecture (inclusive with all the pretty foul and harsh language) but I did not. Let the parents bother with her about that, I will when the time comes. She needs to watch her manners, that girl. Killjoy.
We left home at 7pm, Ma and I, met up with the guests along the way and headed for Tamarind Spring. The restaurant is beautiful. It's located in Taman Tar Ampang, and you can hardly see the small entrance by the road. It's interesting, like once you step inside, you'll see a nice pathway heading down, with small round candles in glass candle holders by the sides lighting your way. What a sight. Like Abg Epui (and now Shafiq and I) would say, “IT'S REALLY NICE". Heh heh :) Okay that is an inside joke. Nevermind. So yeah, I met Uncle Richards once again, this time with his wife Janie and colleague John, Ma's boss Cheah and his wife along with Anty Zahanum. It was a great dinner indeed; they are such great company, Uncle Richards and his wife really. They made me sing and to my surprise, Uncle Richards requested for Rihanna's Umbrella which was totally unexpected as he is 61 years old. Not bad ey? They're a lovely bunch, his wife and him. Great dinner - great food, great people - perfect :)
Woke up at 6am on Thursday and left for school with Ma and the girls at 6.40am. On usual days, I would still be asleep, dreaming of possible futures and waking up to the disturbing sound of my alarm clock to solat and then climb back into bed before heading for the shower 15 minutes before class. Not today mate. Took the train from Dang Wangi as I was already running late and read my Physics notes on the train, in the crowd, frantically holding my bags and notes together while re-doing my tudung. What a sight, ah, multitasking, I say. Physics quiz was alright, I managed to do but one puzzling question, I just could not understand what it wants it the first place. Never mind that. I can't recall much of what happened then, heh.
I'm staring to like Skins. Okay okay, so it did take me a while to favour it, it was a bit slow and dry at first, and the naked scenes did not tempt me but only gross me out even more. Not helping. The storyline is basically interesting, it really does show the lives of typical English lads and lassies (okay now that's Scottish haha). A lot of cursing there is indeed, which is not good, not good, not helping me reduce my cursing habits. Heh. Rely on TV, what a way, what a way. Har har.
Friday was seemingly interesting for me as well. Zhaf rang me in the middle of the night asking for help with his Power Point assignment and I agreed to give him a helping hand, why not I suppose. Who could've known I'd be busy with unexpected, last minute plans. Heh. I did his assignment though, till late. Things you do for your loved ones eh.
I met his friends at a surprise party, near his house. They were a great bunch, a great deal of noise too. If he said I'm a hundred and ten, then I believe they must be a hundred thirty. Haha. They're nice - Wanwan, Nabila, Zack, Hijjaz, Su Fern (birthday girl), Wei Fong birthday boy, I think that's his name), Dirah, Iffah, Kc, and another friend of his, um some Indian boy I forgot what's his name. Never mind that. They were loud alright. Loud and fun. It was awkward at first, I didn't know anyone, he was busy yakking with his mates and there I was sitting down smiling (shyly perhaps?) not knowing what to do. I suck at introductions such as that. I ate quietly, laughed at their acts and uttered not a word but a few, only when I wanted more water or the delicious mashed potatoes. Good food. It wasn't until later that we (finally!) talked. They asked me about us, heh. And something about my voice being all husky and sexy. Oookay? O.o We ate the cake, OREO CHEESE :D It wasn't from Secret Recipe and it definitely tasted way better than the one I had there. Heh. Or maybe it's just the company :) Chueh. After a lot of yakking (or more like shouting at one another, literally), we bid our goodbyes and went on our way. It was a good night. Funny thing, I didn't even remember that it was the 25th, I mean, hello! 26th is just like...say, two hours away. So yeah, 26th again, three months now. Cheers :)
I am getting fatter now. I need to start doing sit ups again. I need to lose some goddamn weight, like seriously. For my own sake. I keep lamenting and complaining yet I'm not doing anything about it. Ugh. Procrastinator. I am now officially poor. I will clean for money :) Chueh. I will do anything for money, well, ALMOST anything.
I rather be the one to buy people stuff than having people buy then for me just because I said so. I don't like to use other people's money, I do not want anyone to feel obliged.
Fiza has left Malaysia again, and we didn't even have our date. Bummer :( No fair (sighhh~) I already miss yakking with her, and a few times I tried calling but in vain. Oh well. Be safe my darling Fiza, I lavv you baybeh :) Stay strong, stay happy, okay?
I've got this stupid leadtrain to attend now. Piss off.
Laytah alligaytah.
No more of that. I am here, my bottom now glued to the seat until it is time for me to leave.
A lot of things have happened over the course of three, four days. Memorable events worth remembering, moments that ought to be cherished and will forever be, always, remembered dearly (or in a bad way too).
This week notes the SMAC '08 (Sports & Martial Arts Carnival 2008) launch, a most anticipated event for most of us Uia-ans. A time when we get together for the love of sports and WIN WIN WIN. Various activities, tournaments and games are being held in conjunction with the carnival. Football, futsal, netball, basketball - you name it.
Somehow I found myself representing the Intech_SS students in basketball, a game I fancy watching but not playing. I must admit that I am no basketball player; I can't dribble and run at the same time, troublesome really. I can shoot some hoops, a small number, and unfortunately enough, I was chosen as there was no one left. I suppose you can say that the sports spirit doesn't flow so well here in Uia, where half the people here prefer being locked up in the library than engaging themselves in sports, as it is, somewhat somehow sinful, to be mixing around freely, making such hazardous noise and possibly have too much fun that one will miss one's prayers. Or the likes. Lagha.
Tuesday night, I saw something different. During my stay here, never yet have I seen such a crowd, a mixture of boys and girls at one particular place, cheering for their team, full of spirit. Never have I seen such a crowd so loud, and yet no one was told off, for being louder than usual. Ah, nostalgia. It reminded me of school, where boys and girls come together, talk together and battle together for their teams, where the school spirit unites us all, and where the silly 50-ringgit compound cease to exist. For the first time after so long, ever since the Arts kids left, Uia was alive again, by the sound of the applause, cheers and laughter. For a place that forbids us to mingle freely, if not openly, it seemed otherwise that night. Big deal, right? Well, try living here and then you'll know what it's like. I felt happy, this SMAC thing is really doing us some justice, I mean, come on, us girls can finally play sports man! Hah ha.
Someone just dropped by, handing us a survey about the conditions of Uia - the hostels, staff, and services. I ticked 'Very Poor' and even added 'very very' where the staff and security unit is concerned. I gave a very long and harsh comment about everything, mind you I am very sharp with my words and I will not hesitate to speak my mind. So stfu if you have a problem with that, scum. Just so you know, I just received my very first summon, for not having an overnight card whereas my lecturer/fellow is just too hard to locate to hand us our overnight card. Swell, is it not? Well if it's not the guard jahat, who else would it be? Well, I am not going to pay without having my say first thank you very much. They shall receive a nice complaint letter from me, first thing on Monday. Oh you will hear from me sir; I will not rest until my case is cleared. And I will not pay. On that note, I might as well write a nice long letter, a series of complaint concerning the stupid services, staff and hostel conditions that just pisses me off, bad. Uia, you're in for a treat. Hah!
Back to where we were, my Thaipusam was even better. No darlings, I did not climb up the steep stairs of Batu Caves or worship that ugly god of gold. Instead I woke up late for class and slept as soon as I got back into my room. I then did my laundry and took a nice shower. By then, it was noon. I was to head home for dinner, with Uncle Richards and Ma's colleagues, when I decided to drop by at Klcc. Surprisingly enough, Shafiq replied to my sms, saying that he IS there at the very moment. Coincidence, ah, another reason for me to go there :) And so I took the bus to Kl Sentral and then the train to Klcc. It was quite the journey. If you study closely and observe others, you'll see clearly and remember vividly about them. This is yet another of my usual habits. I like to watch people, observe people, when I have nothing else to do but look at you. And so it is. What you wear, how you wear your clothes, how you look, what you might be thinking about and just every other thing that I can possibly think about. Not that I wish to criticize or bad-mouth you, it is just a mental note of how I see things, of how I see you. First impressions perhaps? Hey, it's not like you're not watching me too. I was taught that staring is rude, I don't stare. Heh.
It took me about 30 minutes to reach there and apparently, they were still there too. Met up with him and the family excluding Pica and Abg Chey, Pica's is Melaka while Abg Chey was at a meeting, and joined them shopping, more like, watched them shop :) We went for a drink after at Aseana Café Bar where I had to kindly decline the invite to join them to Mid Valley as I was afraid of running late, I was expected to be home by 6pm, the most. So we bid our goodbyes and went on our way. It was a short meeting, for about an hour but it was a good one. Cheers to that :)
Arrived home around 5pm and had tea with the family. It felt good to be home, even just for a while, but Amani killed the mood by making a remark that me mad, cross. I so wanted to just give her a good smack in the head and a nice long lecture (inclusive with all the pretty foul and harsh language) but I did not. Let the parents bother with her about that, I will when the time comes. She needs to watch her manners, that girl. Killjoy.
We left home at 7pm, Ma and I, met up with the guests along the way and headed for Tamarind Spring. The restaurant is beautiful. It's located in Taman Tar Ampang, and you can hardly see the small entrance by the road. It's interesting, like once you step inside, you'll see a nice pathway heading down, with small round candles in glass candle holders by the sides lighting your way. What a sight. Like Abg Epui (and now Shafiq and I) would say, “IT'S REALLY NICE". Heh heh :) Okay that is an inside joke. Nevermind. So yeah, I met Uncle Richards once again, this time with his wife Janie and colleague John, Ma's boss Cheah and his wife along with Anty Zahanum. It was a great dinner indeed; they are such great company, Uncle Richards and his wife really. They made me sing and to my surprise, Uncle Richards requested for Rihanna's Umbrella which was totally unexpected as he is 61 years old. Not bad ey? They're a lovely bunch, his wife and him. Great dinner - great food, great people - perfect :)
Woke up at 6am on Thursday and left for school with Ma and the girls at 6.40am. On usual days, I would still be asleep, dreaming of possible futures and waking up to the disturbing sound of my alarm clock to solat and then climb back into bed before heading for the shower 15 minutes before class. Not today mate. Took the train from Dang Wangi as I was already running late and read my Physics notes on the train, in the crowd, frantically holding my bags and notes together while re-doing my tudung. What a sight, ah, multitasking, I say. Physics quiz was alright, I managed to do but one puzzling question, I just could not understand what it wants it the first place. Never mind that. I can't recall much of what happened then, heh.
I'm staring to like Skins. Okay okay, so it did take me a while to favour it, it was a bit slow and dry at first, and the naked scenes did not tempt me but only gross me out even more. Not helping. The storyline is basically interesting, it really does show the lives of typical English lads and lassies (okay now that's Scottish haha). A lot of cursing there is indeed, which is not good, not good, not helping me reduce my cursing habits. Heh. Rely on TV, what a way, what a way. Har har.
Friday was seemingly interesting for me as well. Zhaf rang me in the middle of the night asking for help with his Power Point assignment and I agreed to give him a helping hand, why not I suppose. Who could've known I'd be busy with unexpected, last minute plans. Heh. I did his assignment though, till late. Things you do for your loved ones eh.
I met his friends at a surprise party, near his house. They were a great bunch, a great deal of noise too. If he said I'm a hundred and ten, then I believe they must be a hundred thirty. Haha. They're nice - Wanwan, Nabila, Zack, Hijjaz, Su Fern (birthday girl), Wei Fong birthday boy, I think that's his name), Dirah, Iffah, Kc, and another friend of his, um some Indian boy I forgot what's his name. Never mind that. They were loud alright. Loud and fun. It was awkward at first, I didn't know anyone, he was busy yakking with his mates and there I was sitting down smiling (shyly perhaps?) not knowing what to do. I suck at introductions such as that. I ate quietly, laughed at their acts and uttered not a word but a few, only when I wanted more water or the delicious mashed potatoes. Good food. It wasn't until later that we (finally!) talked. They asked me about us, heh. And something about my voice being all husky and sexy. Oookay? O.o We ate the cake, OREO CHEESE :D It wasn't from Secret Recipe and it definitely tasted way better than the one I had there. Heh. Or maybe it's just the company :) Chueh. After a lot of yakking (or more like shouting at one another, literally), we bid our goodbyes and went on our way. It was a good night. Funny thing, I didn't even remember that it was the 25th, I mean, hello! 26th is just like...say, two hours away. So yeah, 26th again, three months now. Cheers :)
I am getting fatter now. I need to start doing sit ups again. I need to lose some goddamn weight, like seriously. For my own sake. I keep lamenting and complaining yet I'm not doing anything about it. Ugh. Procrastinator. I am now officially poor. I will clean for money :) Chueh. I will do anything for money, well, ALMOST anything.
I rather be the one to buy people stuff than having people buy then for me just because I said so. I don't like to use other people's money, I do not want anyone to feel obliged.
Fiza has left Malaysia again, and we didn't even have our date. Bummer :( No fair (sighhh~) I already miss yakking with her, and a few times I tried calling but in vain. Oh well. Be safe my darling Fiza, I lavv you baybeh :) Stay strong, stay happy, okay?
I've got this stupid leadtrain to attend now. Piss off.
Laytah alligaytah.
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