The view from the airplane window. I had it in flight mode, I swear. So it's safe, I guess?
Day One.
I've arrived in Kuching after skipping all of my classes and taking the early train to the heart of KL. Thanks to the ignorant, oblivious airhead who managed to screw up my McDonald's order even after I repeated it twice, I've got an extra egg in my Chicken McMuffin. And no, not for free. Costed me an extra two bucks.
After spending a whole two hours in the car on the way to the airport, the whole family was tired. Not me, I took the bus. I was ecstatic like a little boy.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, the plane's gonna take off! Hey Ma, lookee mee!"
*snore.*
Sadly, I've had the rotten luck of being seated in front of a two-year old. Literally, this time. He deemed kicking the back of my seat as a sport and proceeded to drill, no pummel my behind. Unfortunately for me, he has the capacity matched to that of an Energizer bunny; by the time the plane had touched down in Kuching, he's still hyperactive, bouncing everywhere in his imaginative, little but thankfully cramped prison that airplane seats have us trapped in. Kids these days.
It's already evening when we landed and now, it's a minute past midnight. So it's bedtime.
And here's a picture of me with my favourite, oversized orange jacket.
That little voice in my head that's constantly whispering to me.
Whispering about how funny little inferior infidels like you are still alive.
Shan'tyou be dead right now?
For the past week, I've been pelted non-stop with bad luck. Tripped over my own slippers in one occasion, even.
I was down with something on Tuesday. Two different things, in fact; The first being a slow, creeping muscle spasm waaaaay deep down in my left shoulder. It hurt all day, getting more and more intense to the extent that I had to raise my arm all the way up until finally it just went off. And then comes the fever.
Insert a few blurry hours here and there, voilà! You have a little boy who's missing his mum's mushroom soup and has had one too many painkillers to be going to class for the day. I spent the whole day drifting in and out of consciousness with that fucking little dickbag that I have as a room mate.
Three consecutive days, his alarm went off at 3.30am in the morning. Left it going on and on too, until I have to climb out of my slumber and wake him up for God-knows-what's-so-important-for-him-to-ruin-my-sleep. Then he just casually switches off his alarm and goes back to sleep, leaving me wide awake there. Like what the fuck.
*twitch*
The next time this happens, I swear. Ooh, you fucking little bastardious creature, I've already killed you with 15267 different, colourful imaginative ways in my head and I'm that close to severing your balls off in your sleep. I still can't think of a harsher punishment for a person that interrupts another's well-deserved slumber.
A crime like this should be punishable by slow, torturous death by slowly maiming, mutilating his genitals with nothing but a razor. No wait, paper cuts. Minuscule, teeny tiny paper cuts to the sac of his balls, and then dipping them in salt or simply battery acid. While being strapped down to a chair watching educational television. And Bieber.
"Sometimes people write the things they can't say."
Assignments are coming, Jayesslee is coming, and I'm flying to Sarawak end of this month. I starve, starve just so I can buy the things I want. The RM350 Jayesslee VVIP ticket, for instance.
Brink of this psychological warfare. I'm about to lose the battle, win the war.
Oh dear blog, how I regret myself for neglecting you.
My junior still thinks I'm a liar, a cheat. And that I bamboozled him out of his money just because he's a freaking junior. Well, fuck you. I returned you your money, and you still brand me as a con-artist. Fucking twenty-five years old and still can't think for yourself, dickhead. This year's juniors, failure. One is unreachable by phone, another is oblivious to everything. And then there's the, "Oh God, he cheat my money la." Fucking old dick.
I just finished taekwondo. 5pm till midnight. Cute. Rattly bones and sore asses. Proud to say I'm one of the agile ones in the club. And then there's a 22-year old fag that thinks he's talking to kindergartners and feels that he has to use the annoying, irritating baby-talk voice. And he acts cute. Oh TARC, how disappointing you turn out to be.
Apparently my college is full of people that acts cute, doesn't know how to differentiate between your and you're, and they have a lot of difficulty in forming a proper sentence, let alone puh-lo-nounce it.
Relationships. Are. Overrated. :/
Is it that hard to reply my messages. Make a man happier lah.
Yep. Exactly my reaction when my room mate strikes again, alarm going off at 6 in the morning. It's a Saturday, mind you.
As of now, I'm in the heart of Kuala Lumpur, camping at Starbucks. I've reloaded my card. Yes, guilty of sinful overindulgence. I've spent more than I should have this month, and now I'm siphoning what's left of my pocket money, literally scraping the bottom of the piggy bank for the Jayesslee concert. Can you believe it? RM350 for VVIP Meet and Greet passes! This is an outrage. Starbucks, parties, booze, the only thing stopping me from becoming a spoiled college brat is a Macbook. Kids these days. :(
So.. yesterday. Right.
I've clocked ten hours of DotA in the past week. Spent the whole week rubbing it in my classmate's face. All of them. Pushing them around, teabagging them like nobody's business. Not that I'm good, of course. It's because they suck. :D
Dad got pissed off because I reached home late. Around 8 something. If you're not happy I'm at home, then I won't come home. Rather be at hostel than face your ugly attitude, acting all bossy and stuff. Reach home ni, scold here scold there.
Heavily sleep deprived from sleeping at 1am and waking up at 2.30am, scraped my knees, sliced my toes and pretty much bruises here and there EVERYWHERE. Eating lunch and going, "Oh look, there's another cut.", "Oh lookee here, another one.". "Surprise! One more!".
Going back to KL in a while. Tired, but satisfying nonetheless.
We all have our own stories. This one made my childhood oh-so bearable. (:
Pics from the Gua Tempurung trip will come up when I reach KL. Stay tuned, people.
Everyday after I'm done with all the mundane repetitive things that I do on a daily basis, I'll just unplug myself from the world, switch off all my gadgets and cut off all the connections I have to the digital world except my blog.
Ah, the only place I can bitch around without getting dubbed as a attention-deprived wannabe.
So the story of the week goes like this.
The new intake of juniors are surprisingly few. So it's kinda easy to break them into little groups and thus, icebreaking. Most of them are from places that aren't really that far. Just an hour's drive, give or take. So there's this one particular guy who's the only 25 year old amongst a whole class of 18 and 19 year olds. He called me in the middle of the night to buy books, joined taekwondo when he found out I'm in the team, and then kept trying to approach me. Way to suck up to me.
Interesting part is, I sold him my bunch of books plus equipment for quite an amount of cash, and told him that if my classmates were to sell the same thing for a cheaper price, I'd refund you. After we reached an understanding, I went back to sleep. The next day, his whole class plus his neighbours were accusing me of cheating him. Cheating him of the ten bucks that I said I'd refund him. And kids, that's how Uncle Ted Teo lost his image in front of the whole class. Then again, not a fuck was given. Tsk. Fucking stupid lah this fella.
It's the beginning of the semester and I am really, really ******* busy. This is what happens when shit isn't planned properly and you hand over the reins to a monkey with cymbals. The ones in charge of my department in the upcoming major taekwondo event suddenly just decided that it was too much and gave up. And then all the responsibilities were pushed around until someone panics and for the greater good, sacrifices himself and has to take the fall. If you can't take the heat, don't pick it up in the first place lah. Bitch betul, holding the post for 2 months, doing absolutely nothing. Idiotic moron.
And then there's this guy who owes me a stack of cash and refuses to pay me in one shot. Decided that he needs more nourishment in his meals and told me that he will pay me RM800 in instalments. So now, I don't have enough money to back my emergency stash up.
My dad gave me another number. So this means I have three mobile phones in my bag and/or pockets at any given time. I can already hear my sperms shrieking in painnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. C'mon dad, you're trying to not get any grandchildren?
Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck you. Okay time to sleep. Deep breath, khyesiang.
I've been so busy for the past few days that I barely have enough time for myself. I hate Thursdays. Especially the moment when you're wearing super short shorts and the teacher decides that the class is too noisy and throws the air conditioning into full blast. Well, that shut us up.
Taekwondo classes go all the way until 12am. Super duper tired. :(
The weather is horrible to me. Rained when I just finished my laundry and now it's scorching hot.
One of the worst teachers of all times, dubbed "the devil bitch from hell". True to her name, she mocked everyone in class; no one was spared. Fucking bitchy. And then there's a teacher that insisted that we shout Good morning! as loud as we can, just like how we did in primary school.
I'm confused. You're playing hot and cold with me, how am I supposed to react to this?
'Tis all trivial, matters not whether I have tried. For she has never even taken a liking to me in the first place. A waste of time, what this is.
