mille crepe

yum. Nadeje's mille crepe

this. is mille crepe. not 'layer cake' for heaven's sake. *rolls eyes*
that's why it is not hard like those cakes out of refrigerator, you. "yer, when eat hor, it soft soft wan er, not hard wan?" that's why i told you it's not a c.a.k.e. loh. *sigh*

after that, another ignorant person, "yerr so nice i also want to eat kek lapis!"


ho.ho. go ahead and year your kek lapis larh.

what happened to the world of correct namings and labellings?

no, not looking forward to.

sis's results aren't great. it's okay but not great. mine is still worse than hers.

but still, just because it's not a straight A's for first time in her life, things are gonna change around my other families.
(i never get straight A's before in my whole life and somehow everyone knows i'm the lost cause. that's why these doesn't affect me)

i can imagine now with people talking about her and us and my sister's results are not at all expected because in their mindset, both my brother and sister are considered to be the best in studies in my father's side. i don't wanna think how their comments will be when the next time we meet them. all those sarcastic words that i don't wanna hear. i don't understand why must they compare in every thing.

and over in my mom's side will be much better, or maybe not. i'm not sure. they compare things too. mostly everything about their children's studies. the competition is wayyyy much more higher over here. it's like a race whenever there's this important exams coming up. the comments made are sarcastic too. i'm to afraid for my sister.

i seriously don't understand asians on why must they compare everything at all!
they have nothing but to compare. i compare things too, i don't like it sometimes because i feel like i'm being too kiasu. Asians. *sigh*

aih sigh

at first you discuss about my food prices. then my food stuffs became your food store?
i don't mind ppl asking food from me cause sharing is no harm.
but with words spoken to me as though you own it is one different thing.

"you got what jam?" (spoken cheena. and how does she knows i have 'jam'? did she just opened my closet?)
"you want jam? but you got no bread."
"i got bread la that's why i asking you for jam"
"you mean this? i don't have jam i have peanut butter." (as long i know, peanut butter spread is not jam)
"oh, i can't eat peanut butter now i might get sore throat but i want it for breakfast."
(you said you're sick and you want peanut butter as breakfast?)
"some more leh? you got what some more?"
"some more? i already shown you everything"
"no la, i want to see what you got mah. *peeking, peeking into ppl's closet*"

Leng tried to save me by saying ' you think her closet is a store meh?' but falls to deaf ears.

oh God save me from this unacceptable behaviour.

i was wondering..

does nature valley's granola bars that cost RM11.99 for 12 bars (actually 2 thin bars per pack with total of 6 packs) is too expensive?

a pack of 2 thin bars costs RM2. one bar cost RM1. expensive ah? plus it's an energy bar.. and it's wayyy much more cheaper than Snickers. i'm confused. when i ate the bars, other people will keep on saying "that expensive food", "the bar that cost RM1", or sentences that meant "that rich people's food" OHEMMGEEEEEE!!

how can such tasty and yummy, plus filling bars are considered expensive? aiyooo you people very kedekut oooooooo *sigh* how can i ever eat in peace with them commenting on my food prices all the time?

i only bought it once in a blue moon 'cause i was initially thinking of reducing my weight for competition. but it ended up as being part of breakfast, lunch or dinner whenever i don't have time to buy food. 'cause it's an energy barrrrrr. so i won't die of hungerrrrrrrr. GEEZZ

of coming tears and FYP

23rd is the due date for proposal. i need another correction by my supervisor before finalising the proposal.
but i don't have the time (but i can blog huh) with trainings and quiz and test and i realise i dont straight away do it in the microsoft word but instead writing it in Delta's big book. that is so stupid i know but from there, i could see what am i writing instead of just copy and paste everything.

i wanna just give up and just submit the proposal as the final draft. i don't think i could handle it anymore.

okay, Butt

okay, Butt. don't be such an arse because i don't need you to be in pain every morning. i don't wanna go limping from the bed to my table and all the way to the toilet every morning. i just wanna walk straight and i wanna run as fast and as far as i can. why must you be in pain?

yours sincerely,
Your Owner

learn sarcasm

if only sarcasm can be learnt because i needed a good sarcastic reply to people who poke you with their unfiltered words.


it'll be nice to be able to be sarcastic for a moment

here i go

i can't resist the temptation to tell the world.

"i felt like i'm living with a bullfrog in the room with all the burping sounds"

get up, burp.
stand up, burp.
shower, burp.
walk into the room, burp.
change clothes, burp.
sit down, burp.
walk out of the room, burp.
wash clothes, burp
do homework, burp.
chatting online, burp.
live skype chat, burp.
talking on phone, burp.
before sleep, burp.
having conversation, burp.
before eating, burp.
eating, burp.
after eating, burp.
going to sleep, burp.
on the way to sleep, burp.

i know you have stomach complications but to burp more than 10 times a day (burp as in not silent-after-dinner-burp but burp that sounds like a croak, more like a loud 'waakkkk')
you have a very very very bad habit for as a human.

sorry but no

sorry, what?

no way i'll let you butt into my business just because i've known you for a few months.
some people doesn't know what's personal matters is.

that's one thing about me.
i've changed to liking my own company and having a defined personal space (like when my specific sitting place is at one corner, and the space around it must not be invaded with other people's stuffs because i believe that they need to know where they can store and throw their stuffs at. don't they know what's organizing means?)

i said i liked my own company is just sometimes cause over here, once you let anyone know abit about you, they'll tend to dig and dig and finally forgetting what's privacy matters and not.
that's why i wouldn't bug into other people's business even though i admit that i itch with curiosity everytime. but since i want myself to be treated the way i want to, i treat them the same way.

i don't go asking 'eh, why you come back so late? dating ah? where you go ah?' or 'what is that ah?' or 'what you doing ah? i want to see.'

but some people just don't get it. especially the ones that went out dating and come back until after midnight still have the guts telling other people off (and talk behind ppl's back) for dating till so late at night. and i totally dislike people who said, 'what's this on your table?' and just take your stuff to have a look without asking permission.

suck it. i live by the rules and respect other people's opinions. 'nough said.

the dream

i just woke up and the one dream that i vividly remembered 2 hours ago was this:

a person whom i know was a dirty messy person. you know, presenting yourself to the public and being yourself in private is two different thing. and so, she decided to invade my space by hanging all her laundry all over and i was kinda pissed off. the tolerance was broken when she poured water all over the floor saying that she wanted to wash the floor but didn't bother to make sure all my books, boxes and appliances are off the floor. so, it's all wet.
then the scolding, the told off, the frustrations all came. all in the midst of these, another busybody person came and stare at us and i just told her off and to get going somewhere.

but in reality, i was sleeping and i realised that i was mumbling furiously in my sleep. i woke up halfway and realised it. my 2 roommates are in the room. so i pretend to go back to sleep and got up knowing nothing until one person who can't contain her curiosity and told and asked what i dreamt of.

i should've just pretend i didnt know about it. no one wants to tell that they had just dreamt of the person who's nearest to you and it almost happen the same thing in the dream and in reality rite? no.

being 23

being 23 is nothing really.
i still remember telling myself to be more mature when i was 22.
i was planning on telling the same thing again. but i doubt i will become one.

being 23 means uni days are almost over and my dad's retirement getting nearer and i need to really quickly get a career.
yes, i'm afraid that my dad's getting retirement because i realise that i'm the eldest and i have responsibilities.
and no, i'm not poor okay. it's just that i never once have a thought that i will graduate after my dad's retirement.

it's a good day today. it's been raining the whole day. wayyy more better than the days before where it's scorching hot over here in Pahang.

bye =)

p/s: i do somehow wish that i will for once win something in the upcoming tourney. i'm going for poomsae! no more sparring~ heh heh

oh my

my hostel now implemented a curfew! no one's allowed to go out or in after 11.55pm.

this is all because of that man who went into the girl's hostel and walk around doing God knows what at 12 in the midnight last few days ago.

i heard that he was drunk and he was climbing all over the hostel even the ceiling. yes, ceiling. i was wondering if they meant the roof.
another story was that he was pretending to be the maintenance man trying to enter girl's room by saying that he need to repair something.

i heard the guards were all running finding for him that night. and i heard the announcement asking everyone to close their windows and lock their doors.
but i didn't close the window though. the air was so stuffy.

and no. he didn't got caught. oh well.

but getting a curfew is so not fun. i don't go out till late at night but still, getting all locked up is another thing.

haih..i want to go back home =(