Fury

God i'm furious!!

The bloody ATM machine just detained my ATM card. Apparently i'd entered the wrong pin number.

Normally, if one keys in a wrong pin, the machine will spit the card out and say "wrong pin entered".

And that's what the maybank machine did. And so i thought the transaction has failed and cleared. So i re-entered my card into the slot, waiting to key in pincode again, mana tau IT GOT DETAINED!!!

Just when i needa withdraw cash to buy my textbook. -_-" This is horrendous. I think i'll ask yz to swipe his card for me.

Dream

Had a pretty nice dream just now.

Involving these two chicks that i don't know.

Nothing obscene.

They told me they were full and said i could have all of their food!!

And there were plates and plates of food.



Damn i'm a food slut.

"No", my darlings, is the new "Yes"! :)

You see, i've had it.

I'm one of those people who worries about others' feelings, and always endeavours to do things in a way that will satisfy all parties.

e.g. i call / sms people for basketball. need to summon enough people. need to reconfirm. need to cancel if rain pisses down on me. need to see who is free. need to see time slot.

e.g. i go and play DotA in the CC coz they're lack of 1 player and i can easily reject but if don't go like damn bad lor...



Which is a fucktard thing to do, really, coz one can never really satisfy everyone AND, more often than not, I end up feeling all frustrated and du lan.

What i'm gonna do now is to be more self-centered. Some well-deserved self-centeredness. Fuck the rest of them la. Gonna kill myself if i wanna keep taking others' into consideration.


***
With regards to CC. I must have spent at least 40-50 bucks! Jesus. I could have spent that on my novel. At least something tangible, you know, instead of splashing it all on a gunfire-screams-filled ambience, with lousy mice (or mouses. I have horrendous luck with the mice in Cyber Cafes. One time the left click was cacat, one click = double click, and you know what this does to gameplay...).

Not to say i detest going to the CC, but twice in a day / 3-4 times a week is where i draw the line.

Sometimes, i have this tiniest little secret admiration for people who:

a) go all psycho-bitch on people
b) have no difficulties in telling people off

and by people, i mean everyone including close friends, hi-bye friends, strangers etc.

They're obnoxious as fuck and always the target of vicious bitchings and virulent gossip, but you gotta admire their balls. Right anot? ;)

***

On a happier note, i'm gonna go watch Sherlock Holmes. Have been doing some pre-reading since i remembered my enormous dust-caked Sherlock Holmes compilation that Aunt Heko gave me Christmases ago.

Sherlock Holmes, then some belting at Neway. Not bad.

Gahh!!

Frickin hell. I'm so irritated. My pesky aunt just called me from Taiwan (the notorious YYYY, we call her Y4), requesting that i email her some of her photos that i'd transferred into my com.

I'd already burnt her 1400++ pictures into 2 separate DVDs for her, after browsing through ALL OF THEM 1 BY 1 with her while she rattled on incessantly about the beautiful waterfalls of Gui Zhou and how they walked all around the fucking waterfall.

Thing is, now, she'd chosen about 100+ pictures that she loves and i must now resize and email to her because she wants to forward them to her friend. AND she doesn't know how to attach files from the DVDs. -_-"

Which means i have to upload them pictures on-by-one, unzipped. -_-"

Ha!!

This is fun!! My conversation with Fish and SC.

Oil Steam Fish says (07:57 PM):
*lol
*i dled this 500 days of summer
*becoz of xing ji's quote
*"roses are red violets are blue...fuck you whore"

Wei • Shiarn says (07:59 PM):
*Roses are Red, Violets are Blue,
*Fuck me in Bed, Until ur tits turn blue

Oil Steam Fish says (07:59 PM):
*......
*bian tai

Wei • Shiarn says (08:00 PM):
*what!
*it rhymes
*:)

Oil Steam Fish says (08:00 PM):
*u r dam sick ws

Wei • Shiarn says (08:00 PM):
*ok fine...

NgSC says (08:00 PM):
*LOL
*tits bcome blue

Wei • Shiarn says (08:00 PM):
*Roses are Red, Violets are Blue
*i'm good in Bed, you don't have a clue

NgSC says (08:00 PM):
*cos lack of oxxygen?

Wei • Shiarn says (08:00 PM):
*ok this is more decent. but the previous one more geng la.

NgSC says (08:00 PM):
*agreed
*i like the previous

Oil Steam Fish says (08:03 PM):
*u guyz are so sick
*the guy wrote tat in the movie becoz the girl dumped him
*and wat u wrote juz nw
*is like those bian tais

Wei • Shiarn says (08:03 PM):
*roses are red violets are blue
*fuck me in bed and you'll go OOOOOOOOOO

Wei • Shiarn says (08:04 PM):
*roses are red violets are blue
*you're so Dead when we do it in the Loo

Oil Steam Fish says (08:05 PM):
*hey
*stop it
*u r sot jor
*cannot let u write anymore
*or u will go crazayyyy

Wei • Shiarn says (08:05 PM):
*Roses are Red, Violets are Blue
*before you then, was a girl named Sue.
*Her hair was red, she sniffed super glue
*but damn she bounced, like a kangaroo

Wei • Shiarn says (08:08 PM):
*Roses are Red, Violets are Blue
*she once gave me head, in a zoo!

Oil Steam Fish says (08:08 PM):
*stop stop stop



LOL! I think the "roses are red violets are blue...fuck you whore" quote must have set me off!! And, as you can see from the conversation, Fish is a pussy. Those sort of pussies who type the word "fuck" like this: "fxxk" and cannot stomach too much vulgarity.

List

Everyone has their own list of things that they don't like to do.

For instance, i don't like to

• hang clothes
• eat celery
• dispose of dead lizard carcasses*
• eat vegetarian Bak Kut Teh with ZY (doesn't that completely defeat the purpose of BKT?!!)
• do homework**

Above list is randomly arranged la. Somewhere on that list is...

• look for stuff in my mum's handbag

Now. Why don't i like to rifle through my mum's handbags? Let me tell you. She's a fan of these horrendous multi-compartmented handbags. Deaths traps, i call them. So freaking many compartments.

Let's say this is the handbag's "floor plan" so to speak. Hideous, i know, but illustrative. Seems like a pretty simple "W" shaped layout with 2 huge compartments A and B. Perfect for large just-throw-it-in items, like books, newspapers, cameras, whatever.

But Then!! The divider in the middle can be opened up to reveal compartment C! Slightly smaller, suitable for smaller items.

Then you find small little elf compartments hiding around. Like D, which is right outside. E, zipped, accessible via A. and F, and G.

Wtf... 7 freaking compartments. It's like the non magical version of Mad-Eye Moody's 7-layer trunk.

Now. My mum makes things worse coz she is something of a semi-meticulous person. She wants to be meticulous, but sometimes chuck things in randomly. Let's say D is right on the outside so she says it's for name cards, papers, and a pen and whatever. But i can find her name cards sometimes thrown around everywhere.




It might seem like i'm just bitching for nothing (which is kinda true, and i was playing with photoshop xD) but if you're in a hurry to find something, these death traps are annoying as hell. I spent ages searching for her ringing phone the other day, unzipping compartments and everything.

* Dead lizards are grotesque. I found one apparently squashed to death between the hinges of the refrigerator door! Fuck! Refrigerator! Can u imagine... hopefully it didn't contaminate the contents but anyway so it was there, there... dead-looking and plastered on the door.

Trying to avoid any direct contact with the creature, i had a plastic bag ready underneath, and attempted to scrape it off with a newspaper-wrapped metal ruler. That was when it came alive! ALIVE! It fell around my legs and lizarded away with lightning speed while my dad laughed himself silly nearby.

** I never liked to do homework, yeah. Who does!? But now that i am so god damn free, i am forced to finish my tutorial work out of sheer boredom. I would say that my performance this semester thus far has been surprising. I have yet to skip a class, and never late for more than 10-15 minutes. Amazing right? It's like a 180 from last semester.

Talk

sometimes, i just need to vent. i keep too much bottled inside. i wish i had a Pensieve to unload my memories in. or a vent dummy. it just has to be dead.

you see, most people are trained to be social and don't do well listening to others ramble on and on about something or another. but i think i am quite a good listener. i don't judge. i don't don't make unnecessary comments. i just listen.

and at times, i find myself in need of said good listener. but i haven't had the good fortune to chance upon such an individual, a tight-lidded one at that. geez.

hypothetical situation. i'm ranting about my mum who's gone psycho, hypothetically speaking, of course.

"My mum's gone crazy".

A: "How can you say that, she's still your mum and you need to respect her."
B: "Maybe she's concerned about you."
C: "Maybe she's just tired and in a bad mood."
D: "Be grateful, kids whose parents have died in the war have no one to take care of them."
E: "Wa. That whowhowho is such a brat, he say his mum's gone crazy, damn rude right?"
F: "Wa. That whowhowho's mother is freakin' crazy man, he say she's done this this this and that."
G: "Yeah your mum's freakin' crazy."

So the above are likely responses from people and they all irritate the hell out of me. except G, maybe, at first, for a little while, but after that they just make me feel like choking someone.

Yes, i know, A and D. I know that, but parents cannot ki siao meh? Har? Still human what. Shut the fuck, go preach somewhere else.

B and C are the ones that annoy me the most. Issue here. Woman's gone ballistic. Not WHY. Just the fact that she's lost it. Shut the fuck and accept that she's gone crazy and stop pondering the random reasons WHY!

And E and F. There's a special place in hell reserved for them. People who cannot shut their pie holes.

**
you know what i said about needing to vent? i think i just did. i love my blog. it is perhaps the deadest, most un-judgemental venting outlet there is.

Lines?

I see life as a line. A line moving in a direction. Lives of other people around mine are lines as well, creating an intricate web around my line. Strangers' lines never intersect mine. My family's lines are practically intertwined with mine.

Some friends' lines come into contact with mine for a certain period and they move on. Others come really close to become clumped around me as well.

Sometimes i wonder what will happen if some of these lines around me were to suddenly snap off and branch off into other directions. What happens then, when something one is so accustomed to having around is suddenly no longer there? Will one wither like tree with its roots cut off? Or fade like a fish out of water?

Lines. I do wonder.

In any case, time for my to move my line around a bit to criss cross with others'. After all, what better place to intersect more lines than in uni? Good night, all.

Dream-tart

Had a most ludicrous yet fascinatingly satisfying dream today. Exceptionally vivid! I can recall the detail.

So the dream took place in Adidas (i don't know why Adidas, coz i despise Adidas and its three-stripe design). Not just some rubbish Adidas outlet. This was different. It was expansive and had tall shelves much much higher than my reach.

And so me and my friends were inside looking at piles of red-black-white coloured shoes.

Then! I move further into the shop and i saw, to my amazement, cakes! Countless cakes, and they were the most fabulous, ornate and attractive ones i have ever seen. Perched on top of the tall tall shelves. I stood there marveling at them. They were glittering and shimmering with such beauty.

And i don't know why Adidas. Adidas doesn't sell cakes. But damn. I wouldn't really call them cakes. Confectionery would be more precise, as some of these ''cakes'' looked as if they were just packed with fruits. Fruits that resembled Christmas lights. Ooooh.

Then i woke up. Oh my god. The secret dreamland of an insane glutton.

Solitude

Would it be too insane to say that sometimes i wish i could just disappear to some secluded place void of people and their incessant chatter, where i could just sit there and finish my sandwich (or whatever).

I want my fortress of solitude! Though not, of course, in the arctic as too damn far and inhabitable climate. I was picturing some sort of picnic-brochure-esque field or even an empty room, in which i could be completely bone idle and nobody would see or talk to me.

Last year after law tutorials i had to wait for YZ to finish his class and i would wander around Monash searching for a place of seclusion. And i found it, at the fifth floor stairwell outside the lecturer's office.

There are at least three staircases that lead up to the fifth-floor, only one of them leads to the staffroom entrance and the rest will bring curious wanderers (like me) face to face with locked doors right outside the staffroom. Nobody goes up the latter stairs as the lift provided a speedy alternative to the tedious ascension of 5 flights of stairs.

So these were the places where i spent my 1 hour wait. On the fifth floor of building 6. Sitting there (only in the late afternoon, burning hot on other times of the day) amidst the rhythmic clanging of construction work and the slight dustiness of the air, i found some semblance of solitude.

I'm not a hermit, and i like to be in the company of people, but there are times when i just want to be alone for a while.

***
On a more normal topic, Ergun Dogan is totally driving me nuts. I was so bored that i actually paid attention to the vaguely interesting girl-talk behind me on 300 ringgit straw handbags and Mid Valley boutiques. Geeez! I tried recording his voice (i had loads of fun recording Marketingdinghooi's feeble "OK? Ok anot? Ei. OK anot? Give me some response") but even that didn't work.

It's bad to have a boring lecturer who talks about difficult topics (at least you will try to listen for the sake of understanding said difficult topic), it is even worse when you have a boring one who teaches stuff that has already been taught. His spent a whole 10 mins explaining about demand curves and what not and i just can't stand it anymore. Will be presenting Econ Growth Theories with the charismatic Charisma, and after today... Bye bye to Friday classes. Am so not coming to Dogan's Friday lecture anymore!

Holidays

I slept at 5 something a.m. today. Whoo!

I woke up at 5.20 p.m. today. Whee!

I just love holidays, during which i can sleep and wake up at the most unearthly of hours! And that, is what i call holidays.

I am going to plug in my PS and resume FFXII. Ha!

Mad

I think i can say that i'm pretty much mad right now. I keep having these insane mood alternations.

Suddenly i feel overwhelming elation as i have managed to revise how to draw the freaking Balance of Payments graphs;

next thing i know i get completely freaked out when i think of the impending doom i will face tomorrow: two exams! fuck;

and then i get really depressed and i listen to Chopin's tremendously depressing compositions.

Maybe this is the result of eating more than 10 pieces of mini Dunkin Donuts with custard. Am going to die of obesity!

Things

things i like doing:

Eating cold grilled chicken from the fridge

Making freaky drinks (chrysanthemum tea + Marigold Peel Fresh orange juice + Excel isotonic drink + lemon juice)

Driving zig-zag/in the middle of the roads near my house at 2 a.m. like i owned the goddamn place

Doodling on lecture notes

Nudging Francis the cat with my foot

Playing basketball even though i suck

Singing when i think nobody's listening

Wearing purple socks

Reading and eating junk food on my bed

Saying "hi!" to security guards




***
Highlighted my hair green today. Was supposed to be some sorta peacock blue-green. But it turned out green. Alien green. And it rocks.

...

Aaaargh!!
Oh my god and fuck.

Got my exam timetables from Shakila.

25/10 Macro
25/10 Trade Finance

Two fucking exams in a day!

Thankfully these two are severely related. Trade finance is more or less the same with Macro, just way more in-depth. And i suck in Trade Finance. I haven't even got the textbook!

29/10 Marketing

31/10 Bus Law

So you see. I have 4 exams crammed into 7 days. Marketing is just 2 days from Bus Law. And Bus Law is on Halloween.

That's what i feel like doing when i think of the freakin' exams.
Tearing my hair out.
Arrrgh.

Sungguh stress!

***

Here's an extra picture i came across on Google Image search.

Polar bear and frozen block of apples. =) Off to sleep.

Argh!

Dad is such a ridiculous person. He called me just now.

Dad: Have you seen your sister?

Me: She's bathing.

Dad: Is she back yet?

@_@

Me: Err.. She is bathing. How can she be bathing if she is not back yet? -_-"

Dad: Where is she?

Me: %#&%^!



Oh my god and fuck. Sometimes i feel like smashing my head on the table when he does this.

Last time he would ask me where i was going. And i would reply "going to tuition class". Then he would ask where was mum. And i would say "in the kitchen". Then he would ask "so now where are you going?"

*sincerest sincere prayer to the gods above* Please please bless my dad with health. And by health i mean no memory depleting sorta diseases such as alzheimer, senile dementia etc. I dread coming home one day and...

Dad: Who are you?
Me: I'm your son.
Dad: Oh. Where am I?
Me: Your house?
Dad: Oh. And who are you?
Me: I am your son!
Dad: Oh. What are you doing in MY house?

Noooo.

??

One fine day, Wei Lee went trotting to class with Wing Cheong and Ming New at Monash.

LoL!

Stupid Monash Uni Studies Online put my name as Wei Lee.

and That is the reason why Ms Harris did not receive my online assignment submission.



"Eh. How come you're Wei Lee? No wonder."

-_-"