I'm screwed...

Back home..... YYYYYYAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!!

Weekends never seemed soooooo bright......

Yesterday, Usha, Samz and Aisyah crashed my place to watch the O.C.

Of course.... Salleha wasn't there.... She's out of town or somethin....

We took loads of photos and munched on $20 worth of junk food (so much for jogging)... Fun nite we had... Aisyah lugged her dirty old pillow from her hall to mine...

Old secrets spilled that night... About our past ex-es, virginity, tendencies towards women and most importantly, SPG*- hood... (sarong party girl- a local term to describe women who only goes out with rich WHITE men often thought to be sluts)

Slept at 3.3oam....... I think...

I woke up early to catch my 9.30 lecture..

Boy was my head screwed... And doc, I swear, I didn't take anything!

No pills, nothing!

Anw, I made an order for a laptop today... Acer....

And got a shitload of tutorials to do....

BAD NEWS OF THE ENTIRE NIGHT:

I. MISSED. MANIFESTASI 2005.

Hell, I feel bad.... I know how much this meant to them and I didn't make it! But seriously, I don't think you guys can blame me... I had lectures til 6.30 p.m... The last lect was from 4.30 to 6.30, but I left at 5.15 p.m. so that I can order the laptop and withdraw money.... It took all the way til 6p.m cos NTU is fucking BIG! No kidding... And the grounds are slopey... So it's hard to get ard...

Anw, later got to my room and showered...

Time check: 7 p.m.

I was like,

"WHAT FUCK! I'll reach there by 9 plus!"

Miserrrrrrable I was... And now, I've got fucking HOMEWORK! A word not used for eons...

But tmr, I got work! YAYNESSSSSSSS! Finally! I'm starting to miss the smellllll of the store... And of course, the people....

Screwed I am....

First Day of School... Again....

TRAPPED!

That's what I felt...

It all began at night actually..

Day 1: Sunday, July 24

Had dinner at West Coast with my parents.

Moved into the room. Brought some of my clothes, basic stuff, the mini bar and Salleha. Met the neighbours and guess what?? They were from TPJC*! Munirah and Shahidah.

I remembered Munirah as 'Best Dressed' at Prom and Shahidah freaked me out a lil' just now 'cos she seems to be soooo into NTU. She seems to know EVERYTHING and has all the lecture notes possible. Swept and mopped the room and visited Usha and Samz at the next block.

We watched a french movie at their place using Samz's laptop. Love Me If You Dare. Loved its element of bitchiness. Ended around 1.30 a.m. Went back, unpacked, showered and slept at around 3.30 a.m.

*TPJC is TamPines Junior College


Day 2: Monday, July 25

Salleha and I went exploring the Canteens nearby our block. Canteen 1 sucked, full of you-know-who(s) staring at us walking by, with most of the stalls closed at 9 a.m.

Canteen 2 was livelier with everyone queing for the toast and milo at the drink stall. I just got a limeade and a slice of watermelon and then queued up for a cheese waffle while Sal watched me eat.

Went for the orientation. We, Usha, Aisyah and I, were late. So we ended up NOT in the Nanyang Audi, but the Exhitbition Hall above it to watch the whole orientation LIVE via a projector. Of course, with no authorities hanging around there, we made alot of noise and comments.

The door gift was a scholarly, geeky looking bag with a whole lot of stick notes, a stick light and an planner in it. I personally liked the planner. The rest sucked.

Salleha was sitting with her ol' pal, Shaheeda, somewhere. Speeches after speeches from boring, important people of the sch made me sleepy. So slept for a while, laughed for a while and finally took some oath to honour sch and bla bla bla. Watched a dumb skit and the choir perform. Had some stupid 'light- up' with the light sticks.

Best moment: THE FOOD! (after the whole crap above)

My gawd... Get me out of there!

So we went outside the Audi, lost. People set up some gaming booth playing PS2 for some reason I apparently don't know of. And... I found THE COFFEE CLUB! yayness...

Aisyah had to met her friend. So now it's just Usha and me. We went to the CCA recruitment fair that had horrible karaoke IN MANDRIN. What fuck??!!

Signed up for a Hip Hop class with Usha. And then walked a bit further, when I got tired and went back to my room. It was 12.15 p.m.

Landed on my bed and felt my shoulders slllooooowwlllyyyyy paralysing. Before you know, it was already 1.30 p.m. I was awoken by the noise Salleha and her friends made, excited to visit our room. My gaaawdd. I didn't give a fuck and fell back into slumber. Bam! Time check: 2.30 p.m. Got out of bed and washed up to do some shopping of my own.

Salleha was at her school's orientation. Went to Carrefour at Suntec to get some food supplies and cushions. Went back, found Salleha tired and then went shopping again at Jurong Point.

Within 1 hour, we spent around $300! Bought a TV, an ironing board, some nonsense stuff like hooks and laundry baskets. Hopped into a cab and popped back at our place to settle the new things in and tune the TV. We got all the channels we need including Malaysia's TV 3...

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....................

That felt fast..


Day 3: Tuesday, July 26

Today I had lectures. Was supposed to have 4, but naturally, I only went to 2 of them. Skipped the other 2 for 3 other fucking Fs: FREE DRINKS, FOOD and FAIRS!

Explored the Canteen. Found a Mc Donald's and the library for my collection of lecture notes. Tushara, Usha's sis, was a useful guide who pointed out all the lecture theatres, eateries, labs, etc. Went back to the CCA fair to sign up for the photo- videographic society, the Muslim society and some international club. CCA fair ended today.

Went to collect my matric card where I got a College of Engineering polo tee. Ugly thing it was. I think 70% of engin student are fucking China scholars!

Salleha had no lectures, for the whole week and stayed in the room like a loyal, filial housewife, watching TV and keeping the place neat.

After the 3rd lecture, I went back to my room to still find her there.

Then I got to Samz's to use her laptop and met Aisyah.

Proceeded to Aisyah's room at another hall... So we travelled from Hall 2 to Hall 11..

Aisyah's roomate, who ALL of us (including Aisyah) have not met, labels everything like some freak, afraid of people using her furniture, with her name.

Get this:
Labels were found on her bed, her desk, her shelf and her wardrobe. Maybe I should check out for a girl who has her FOREHEAD labelled. And on her bed, there were no pillows and the bed sheet was made up of plastic sheet, red. Where did she come from???? The military????

I warned Aisyah to take care of herself... Some roomate she got... And the toilets in her block is a COMMON TOILET... I appreciate my room sooooo much now...

Then I left for home with Aisyah on a long train ride back to Tampines 'cos there's no school tomorrow and that I can't stand being trapped in the Manjen*- filled hell hole.. Salleha decided to stay.. Despite not having lessons the whole week..

I missed my mom and home and work tooooo much.. Past 2 days without work made me lethargic I guess.. Feel like falling apart..

Printing my notes online...

*manjen- yellow people in tamil...

I'm bummed. SAVE ME!!!!

Boing, boing, boing!

Have been blog hopping... Realised that Mirza (who probably used to blog EVERYDAY) havn't been blogging since like ever! Busy serving the nation I guess...

Photos after photos after photos....

Boy, did I look like a boy...

I think, if I were to be born a boy, I'd probably be quite the hunk who at least has cheekbones and jaws...

Maybe that's why I turned out to be a girl... Haha...

Saw my old photos at a couple of haloween parties... But I shall not put them up here, 'cos most of it I look errr... drunk? But most of you here should know wad I take in place of alcohol... One as Elvira and the other as Catwoman.... Purrrrrrr...

Was trying to choose photos to share here...

My blog shall be decent... (Choosing hard)..

And lots and lots and lots of photos at the beach.... Thailand, Gold Coast, Hawaii and of course our very own Siloso and East Coast...

My gawd... Cellulites! EEEWWWW...

Cellulites + An ugly surfboard + Damaged hair AND skin = GROSS!

And finally, thanx to the STUD mentioned above (Mimi), I found a relatively boring, but DECENT picture...

Prom @ Ritz Carlton...

Spot me...

(Told ya I look like the guys)...

Click on it to view a larger version...

Left to Right: Mirza, Said, Hafiz (slightly hidden), Yours Truly, Khidhir, Farkhan, Taufiq, Salleha, Pak and Ruzaini...

Prom... Think I still remembered it... The dress in my wardrobe still haunts me... Shall sell it off one day... Rod Montero was good tho'... The food? Let's just say I was hungry... Flashes from cameras everywhere... Fortunately, I had a good pair of heels... I pee- ed alot that nite...

Trauma, trauma, trauma...

Full- length photos of me are with Jasmin and Salleha...

Just realised how beautiful the Lonerz are... We should take more photos, yeah? Neoprints, anyone?

Deceived I was...

Worked with Mev just now and will work with her AGAIN later..

Thing is, I was actually deceived by certain ppl and thought that Mev is such a bitch... And by personal experience, she is one hell of a humourless and lame butch who seems to be lost forever in gender confusion... Having all kinds of explicit affairs...

She tops up the milk, ice and all the cups HER WAY and in super- fast, ultra- lightning speed... And did the dishes and the Verismo...

And that's the fun part... We finished EVERYTHING by 2 a.m.... and even managed to clean out the retail wall and wipe the tumblers and mugs and french presses... So I was WAITING for 4 a.m. to make prep work...

I need not worry about so many things at her shift... And I do appreciate that alot... It's really quite a load off me... So thank you Mev... I'm so sorry I had wrong impressions of you tho'...

But, you are still humourless... Yes, was bored...

I guess the macho talk and walk is all a part of you to be a complete butch.. and that's why, maybe, I sensed hostility... You proved me wrong, girl..

I'm still deciding whether to go to Manifestasi... now that Sal can't make it, I'm not looking forward to it...

And Abriz, I miss you... I wish you all the best... Treat your lady right... Marriage is a big thing and I'm proud that you took the first step... So sorry for not being able to be there.. Anw, I don't have anyone else but you to meet there... and the bride and of course, Aidil... So it might be quite a waste for you to pay for my flight there.. And yes Aidil, you can take my share of food and door gifts, you cheap- o- nene... Send me photos and videos ya?

I've put up a list of stuff to bring to my hostel (finally!)... I'm at number 32... wow...

Whhhhhhaaaaaaaaat? Where?

On Friday, I finally got the keys to my hostel room!

Ok... Was quite irritated when I was queing for the keys... I couldn't understand a single fuckin word EVERYONE was saying (save Salleha)... So I was talking loudly to Salleha, making rude comments and fun of all the people there IN MALAY and got away without being scolded, (or understood), because....

ALL OF THEM ARE CHINESE!

My gawd, I almost had to apologise to the guy who attended to me for making him stop speaking Chinese for 2 seconds, just to give me the keys and the forms and ask for my particulars IN ENGLISH!

All of them there were probably thinking I was so happy to receive the keys 'cos I was laughing so badly while making fun of them... I'm bad... but I don't feel bad... I don't give a damn... They were probably doing the same to me IN CHINESE...

Ok... I'm not that racist, but if you were to go up to any non- Chinese there, they'll probably give the same view...

Met my Indian friends there, Usha and Samz, and they went,

"My gawd, sooo many MANJENS! (yellow people in Tamil)"

Ok... they don't irritate me that much, some of them are nice tho', BUT they like to talk in a sing- song manner... Singlish is bad enough, but going sing- song and making stupid comments like "excuse" instead of "excuse me" or like "its works" instead of "it works" or like "flappucino" instead of "frappucino" just makes me itch to laugh and sprawl all over the floor still laughing..

Ok... I've got to stop this evilllll... Let's get to another topic...

The room was better than I thought... smaller tho'... But the furniture seems new...

And the toilets are only shared by 3 other people! Yay! I was expecing a public toilet with 20 other people to share with... and was expecting rusty, military metal cupboards...

Ok.. aku ni jahat... aku nak the other 2 people to be cina- cina bukit tak mandi pagi... jadi pagi- pagi tak rebut toilet... haha!

doc, u understand rite?

Progress.... NOT!

Wow... felt like ages since I wrote in...
And you can stop bugging me, doc...

Ok... Lets see... what happened... hmm...

1) Watched Fantastic 4 on Friday with Salleha after my urine test at NTU...

My Gawd... The movie was AAAAWWWWEEEESSSOOOMMMEEE!!!!
Torch is HHHHHOOOOOTTTT!!! Good thing I gave War of Worlds a miss for this!
And Jessica Alba turns me on!!!!! But the blonde was out.... She's got some bod...
5 fuckin STARS!!!!! *****

On the other hand, the urine test was disgusting... I never had to aim into a cup... so yeah... go figure!

2) Bumped into Jen a.k.a. Khairul a.k.a. the Rebana master on the same day...

Guys grow shorter in NS... sad isn't it? That was the first time (i think) he sincerely was happy to bump into me... First time he made REAL eye contact and asked stuff about me...

3) Hostel application approved... will pay 300 reebas this fri...

4) Went to Ayer Hitam... Bought a -The Nightmare Before Christmas- mini bolster..

5) Bought more cotton pillows today for my new room... A normal pillow and a bolster...

6) Made progress in my goals by reading more of the papers and doin less shopping...

Ok that was all that happened... I'm seriously tired... but heck...

Doc, is it true that what happened affected my mating preferences?

I've becomed a loser...

WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?

Ok.. today, it has finally dawned upon me that I am such a LOSER...

Seriously, look at me.. What am I doin now? Day in day out is work, work, sleep and blogging!

I have no progress in life whatsover... I might earn a lil' bit of money, but THAT'S IT!

I have no aims, no goals, no real relationships- with friends, family or fellow partners... I don't even care about hobbies anymore...

I don't have the looks, or the body, or intelligence!

WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?

And I'm 19!!!!!!!!!!!!! Going 20!!!!!!!!!!

I don't have a car or even the licence to drive 'cos both are fucking expensive...

My CPF is close to $0...

Ok... From today onwards I shall write down goals....

Hmmmm... (thinking hard)......

Goal number 1:
Get a hobby which I shall aim to spend at least 8 hours a week on...

Goal number 2:
Keep in shape... Jog every other day for 20 mins... If I have opening, do it after work... If I have M2, do it in the morning... and if I have graveyard, do it at dusk...

Goal number 3:
Keep my 5 daily prayers...

Goal number 4:
Shop only when needed... I shall only shop ONCE a month...

Goal number 5:
Keep updated by reading newspapers EVERYDAY and read ALL news including those about Bush and whatever war that's goin on...

Ok... I shall stop here so that I won't feel so burdened to get all of it done..
Doc, thanx for the advice... Sometimes, it's good to be pinched to a blue black...

Stop screaming...

Life has been nothing but work... Did graveyard just now, will do another graveyard today and on thursday...

I can already hear the crickets...

Thing about graveyard is, it's easier than M2, tougher than opening (cos of the mopping).. You'll become nocturnal, earn extra $14 a night, take home tonnes and tonnes of marked out cakes and pastries, lose the nightlife and have no quality time with the TV, family and friends... It's all about the money..

And I like it...

Something interesting to remember... Our dishwasher was down recently.. So we started serving everything to go... We removed all the mugs beside the Verismo, bussed with all happiness ('cos paper is apparently lighter than ceramic and that we need not do any washing) and have 8 bags of trash to pack...

Curls and Cam came in the morning and asked why there were no mugs... Scheming lil' ol' Has and Lin started a whole new drama by replying that the night before, Faizah, Kavan and I dropped ALL the mugs and broke ALL of 'em... ALL 80++ mugs...

Sound ridiculous?

Apparently not... 'Cos even Kavi came in and believed the whole lie.. Haha! I bet Has and Lin choked to death laughing.. These 3 we're in a huge shock and fear of being mugless for the WHOLE shift of 8.5 hrs!

It's amazing how people can be so herd- minded.. And it doesn't matter that all the mugs are kept in the cupboard, where we open up to make prep work and to stock up EVERY time before shift ends... I'm impressed by Has and Lin.. AND the trust ppl put in them... I could've never pulled that off..

And it seems that it's not only me who finds the pirate- wannabe freaky.. (um, the guy who wanted chocolate drizzle on his POTATO SALAD and later sprinkled chocolate and vanilla powder on it).. Everyone else does! He's got this perverted stare and make weird, stupid, senseless comments.. Every time I see him approaching, I'll hide behind the Verismo pretending to be busy..

Traumatised...

But I like serving ppl like Mandy and Richard... Regulars at Starbucks who appreciate my service... A decaf, low- fat, partially- iced, wet cappucino and a low- fat latte... To think that they're both MEN and yet go low- fat...

I'm actually SO SO SO VERY afraid of school right now.. Just so tired of books and books and exams... I mean I can already see myself in my hostel room dying from lack of home- cooked food, math and transportation fees.. I can see myself complaing about my course which I hate (starting already) and be in great dilemma of choosing friends.. Aisyah, who is my all time ol' buddy ol' pal, has quite a reputation.. And ppl from Salleha's side don't seem to like her.. ALL of 'em.. So please God, help me...

My seniors ALWAYS said that they missed school and that work sucks... Well, I don't! I love my job and the thought of mugging all over again with a whole new bunch of geeks ain't comforting.. Working life is serious fun... Just don't go for the office jobs.. ANYTHING seems miss- able compared to office jobs..

And I miss swimming! And taking photos!

Boy, I feel like shitting..