Friday, January 27, 2012

The lamp post

I looked out my window and saw a lamp post. A specific lamp post. The lamp post where you and I stood under it, you being nervous about your first Professional Communication Skills the next day. So we stood there with you rehearsing in front of me. I was thinking, the next time I'm taking PCS, you need to listen to me ramble about how nervous I am and you need to listen to me practice! Now how can that be possible?

Thursday, January 26, 2012

The whiteboard at home.

So there's this one white board at home. I wrote my wishlist for my 22nd birthday. I was eyeing this Fossil watch which costs more than half of my pay. So I saved some of my second pay and hoped to buy it for myself the coming month. Unfortunately, my phone was broken just that time so I HAD to get a new one :)

Honestly, I was hoping that I would actually get only one out of this wishlist. Long story short, thanks to my superb support system cum family, I get everything I wanted. Not exactly everything, but more or less the same. I've got a phone as a birthday present from my sister and I gave her the money that I saved to buy the watch. As an exchange, I used the money Mom and Dad gave for my birthday to buy this one cheaper and fancy watch, just to cross it from my list. Two weeks later, I got this cute short haircut, just as a mark of the new me in this new year. And the thing that I was really surprised about was when Dad decided to let me drive this semester. I thought he was still shaken from the last accident. It's okay, I will try not to betray your trust, Dad. Well, at least not so much :)

I've seen most students here lamenting about their last four months being nothing but total boredom and waste of time. How can that be? I actually enjoyed my four months holiday. I learned to appreciate the simple things in life and relax in the company of your beloveds. Yeah I didn't get to have a vacation to Disneyland or visit the most tranquil place in the universe or the most crystal-clear beach on earth. But once you are surrounded with the people you love, spending time together doing nothing is already more than worth it.

I love my support system.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

I should have taken up Accountancy

I went to the bank earlier today to change my ATM card into a debit card (lepas ni boleh la shopping macam guna kad kredit. Swipe swipe ja. Lepas tu tandatangan) and to increase my withdrawal limit from RM3000 to RM5000 (wide grin). I was standing at the counter, waiting for my turn. Next to me was a guy, it was his turn. So there I was, standing, lost in thought (padahal mengelamun), thinking how my life would have been a lot more different if I have studied Accountancy instead. When the guy had finished his business, he turned to me and said "Dik..", while passing a little piece of paper over the counter, and then he disappeared. I glanced and saw a series of phone number written on the paper. I didn't know what to do, so I kept my cool, acted as if nothing happened and I never touched that paper. First, I wasn't interested. I was just shocked because that was a first experience of some random guy passing his phone number to me. Second, I was scared that the paper was contaminated, let's say, with ubat guna-guna or worse, Anthrax. I know it's utterly impossible but it crossed my mind. So I just dealt with my business, and left. I never really knew how he looked like, because I never really paid any attention to him. Now I regretted for not taking the paper along with me. I should have taken the paper and passed it to my dad who was waiting not far from me. That ought to teach that guy a lesson. Hahahaha.

Come to think of it, what do these guys expect girls to do? Call the number and said "Hey, I la yang kat counter tadi" ? Please do enlighten me. And the other day, someone I knew was driving in a car. There were four ladies in the car and these two guys were following them on a motorbike. Once the motorbike was next to the car (both vehicles were on the move), the passenger took out his penis and flashed it to the ladies in the car. What the hell? I mean, what do they expect from the ladies? Stop the car and give him a blowjob? Okay sorry, but I just don't get it. Or maybe it's their pleasure, showing off what they have. Don't make me sound like a sexist. I just, I don't understand. I can't see what they get from this.

But hey, thanks. I was grinning all the way back. Today I feel pretty. Hahahahahaha.
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