Time For Me To Spew Hate Again

Some people shoot out nonsense from their aloof brains without caring if they step on toes along the way. Toes that belong to people who would definitely cross path with them in the future, in years to come. After this.

Nobody died and gave you the rights to talk like you’re more superior. So what if you are indeed better than them? In certain situations, you need to understand where the freaking line is drawn. If you respected us in the first place, respect would have been given to you too. But from day one, the vibes from you have pissed me off with nary an explanation.

Sometimes you just dislike a person without knowing why. Arrogance will never get you far.

It’s pathetic when you want to run away from responsibilities that have been entrusted on to you. If this goes on, in time to come, you would probably contribute to the downfall of what we have worked hard for all this while.  But that downfall will never happen because we want to make this work. With or without you, we’ll finish what we started.

Your excuses are stupid and overused. Nobody believes you, especially those who are supposed to watch over you. I can’t stand people who are up to forehead level in bullshit.

People don’t get you. You cannot continue living in your own world of (self acknowledged) wit and sarcasm. Stop acting like something that disgusts everyone. Looking at you pretending and pretending, do you not get tired? I’m already tired of you.

Noise. That’s all I hear. Senseless, mind-numbing noise, that keeps coming forth when something bad happens. Think twice if you are just like the person before playing the moral police. You. are. a. major. hypocrite.

Nobody freaking cares what you have to say. Your content is zero, you just drag on with your faux politeness which is really, just a big waste of time.

and YOU. Stupid gorilla. When the hell are you gonna disappear?

– Okay done ranting. Try counting how many people have been highlighted in this post. lol.

Cheap Men Are The Scums Of The Earth

A few months ago, my friend met a 30 year old guy at a library and she thought he was nice, so they became friends.

Like any other girl, she could sense that the guy showed some interest and kept him in her reservoir of available guys. Don’t get me wrong, she’s not a player at all. No no  no. *shakes head profusely* She’s just keen to make new friends as she is single too and would like to see what is out there for her.

They’ve been smsing and Facebooking each other for a few months before they decided to meet up. She already broke a He’s Just Not That Into You rule. Apparently, dating via social networking sites is the new booty call.

So. ANYWAY, they made plans to go out for lunch and she mentioned that she would bring her sister along. The guy was like, “Aww, can I hang out with only you?” So she thought, “okayyyy…. so this is a date. Alright, keep cool. This is fine. Totally normal.”

It was only very close to the day of the date when they finalized their plans. Perhaps, it was another sign that He Was Just Not That Into Her. But Malaysian men can be great procrastinators so we’ll leave it at that.

She got a call from him first thing in the morning regarding their date. He said, “I got no car today lah..can you fetch me?”

If you’re her boyfriend, of course it’s okay for her to fetch me. But for god’s sake, this is a first date. You don’t freaking ask a girl to fetch you?

But my friend is a cool girl. She gave him the benefit of the doubt and said, “Okay….can you give me your address?”

He was very vague about it and didn’t really tell her how to get to his place. I mean if you’re a man, you won’t ask a girl you’ve only seen once to come and fetch you. You’ll take the bus, a taxi or even the LRT! And this is not like some high school boy who still depends on his mummy to fetch him around you know.

She was a little impatient and annoyed already and so she arranged for them to meet at the mall near his place. She even asked her sister and best friend to come along for lunch.

Through her texts with him, he said, “So today you’re buying lunch hor!”

For no reason. No freaking reason AT ALL.

Remember. This is a 30 year old man. With a managerial position at a famous company. At this point he pretty much sounds like a conman. A 30 year old man who asks a girl to fetch him on the first date and then tells the girl that she’s paying for lunch.

I asked her, “He’s joking, right?”
“No!! He was serious about it!”

I have no qualms about paying for my boyfriend because some other time, he would be paying for me. Sort of a give and take. But as a guy, if you want to start a relationship, you should start to roll the freaking ball. Settle the first bill of the first meal that you have together, because she will be indebted to you for a loong loong time. Of course she has the choice whether to see you for a second time or not lah.

So when they met up, he said, “Since you are buying lunch today, why don’t you choose the place?”

Wow… what a gentleman.

Pissed off, she simply suggested a hawker area near her friend’s place. At this point she, her sister and her friend were already weirded out by the guy, like why is he asking her to pay for lunch on a first date.

She doesn’t mind going dutch, especially since this is a first date. Plus, they don’t even know each other that well.

The guy was not embarrassed at all to constantly remind her that she would be paying for lunch. He proceeded to order quite a big lunch – like a few dishes of stuff.

When the bill came, you know what the asshole did?

He motioned to the waiter that she would be settling the bill.

Immediately, her sister and her friend shot out with loose change of their own. He was puzzled, “Eh? She’s paying what.”

Her friend shot back, “Oh, I sayang her wallet ma.”

He then looked curiously at the bill, like very kancheong like that. Then, this guy, this 30 year old guy who has a managerial position at a famous company, this 30 year old guy who is on a first date with a girl many many years younger than him, takes out JUST enough for his own portion of the bill.


I mean it’s not too bad if you decide to go dutch. We’d still raise our eyebrows but we won’t make an issue out of it. But to keep reminding the girl that she would be paying for lunch AND then backing out on his intentions, only to fork out his share of the bill… wah lao. Really cibai la this fella.

My friend vowed never to see him again. EVER.

Gender equality and all that jazz is important but ONLY more so in the workforce. When you’re 30 and working and dating a student, BLOODY PAY LAH. IT’S HAWKER FOOD FOR FUCK’S SAKE.

Am I The Only One Who Thinks That Earth Hour Is Stupid?

You switch off your lights for one hour and you call it a sacrifice for planet Earth? It’s bad enough that the radio stations have to drum it into my head every time I’m in my car but it took on a whole level of stupidity when I saw a poster hanging outside a music cafe to countdown to Earth Hour together.

Totally defeats the purpose right?

Why ask people to disrupt their lives for an hour just to save Planet Earth? It’s a great initiative and all but it’s the people who are in for the hype of it all that is annoying. If there’s no hype, you won’t save Planet Earth is it? Imagine the amount of energy your fridge needs to restart again. Your air conditioner to recool your room. Gee.

I’ve read up on it a little bit and I don’t find anything educational about it. Awareness, sure. But no habits are being cultivated. So what happens after that one hour?

Honestly, would you turn off your electricity for an hour on a weekend other than the Earth Hour weekend just because you feel like it at ? Didn’t think so.

The way the messages are being spread, it’s like everyone NEEDS to join this cause. If we’re already recycling our unwanted paper and plastic products, using hybrid cars and other tree hugging activites, that’s good enough. We’re already doing our part.

But to be so in your face about the bloody one hour is just plain annoying. I still roll my eyes at that stupid cafe for taking advantage of this campaign to draw the crowds. The cafe doesn’t want to save the world, it wants money!

A friend asked me to get my university to join the campaign. I know she means well but in my head I was like, “Say what?!”. Totally impossible, I thought, thinking about how we could probably be half way in the clinics working on teeth and the likes. But at that time I didn’t know it would be in the evening on a weekend.

It’s silly. There are many other ways to save the world and drilling on and on and on about this ‘event’ definitely used more than the energy they managed to save during that lame one hour.

Imagine if hospitals were asked to take part in this event. is it really that important until the entire world must drop everything that they are doing and go through with this?

In my opinion, and I am entitled to have one, this one hour of darkness (and heat, omgg..) is not worth the hype. Get off the dumb bandwagon and use energy moderately if you really mean it. You did not choose to vote for Planet Earth, you chose to be trendy.

I’m going to sleep now.

The Eternal Ramblings Of The Netless Mind

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In the entire 15 days that Streamyx has been down, I have racked up a high phone bill (due to 15 minutes phone calls to Streamyx/TM and surfing with my hotlink prepaid as well), made a Tmnet customer service lady close to tears, cried on the phone embarrassingly to freaked out boyfriend in Singapore regarding Internet problems and became a Celcom and Digi customer. For the sake of the internet.

Long long story.

As you all know (not sure if you care, clearly you haven’t been including my streamyx in your bed time prayers!), the DSL light has been blinking since the 9th of March and I’ve been calling them every single day. On the dates (see, plural.) that my reports (plural again) were supposed to be solved, I would call them a minimum of twice a day. You can imagine my frustration.

A classmate mentioned that Celcom Broadband works pretty well in Bandar Laguna Merbok, the township which is populated by half of AIMST University, where I live. So I thought to myself, “hm. We’ll see if Streamyx is working today or not. It’s supposed to be fixed today.” This was after the streamyx people diagnosed my second problem as “Frequent Disconnections”

So I excitedly went home after receiving a call from the Streamyx technician that some wirings have been fixed. Went home, to my horror, the landline was DEAD. Zero dial tone. It was the most deafening silence ever. To say that my world came crashing down around me is obviously an exaggeration.

My anger and depression levels build up to a critical lever and in a fit of rage I drove straight to the nearest Celcom branch and after a few enquiries, I plopped RM500 on the table and got myself a USB modem plus the D98 Celcom Broadband package.

Shut up, I am still reeling from the RM500 damage. It was one of the topics discussed in that tearful phone call with Chee Kiang.

If it was a package deal with Celcom, I would not have departed with my RM500 but it was a RM399 ZTE USB Modem and the RM98 was for that so called 3.4Mbps broadband package. The download speed was pretty  good but what good is a broadband connection when you cannot SEND EMAILS, GO INTO MSN OR UPLOAD ANYTHING?

I was like an observer  of the internet. Youtube was loading faster than I was watching it. But I couldn’t even send a simple email or upload ANY photo for that matter. I was dying.

At one point I really regretted buying the modem plus the broadband package. When I enquired about capping, the stupid lady who sold me the package said “No, no capping”. I felt totally ripped off when I came home to read in the forums that once you download up to 5GB of data, they would throttle your speed.

I was really really upset.But I consoled myself that this modem is mine and it is without a contract. I can use it with any SIM card, just like that! I could use it for years! Pass down to my kids who probably need it and maybe even amaze my grandchildren with this gadget from the noughties.

It will last for a looong loong time. *self denial*

After going crazy with totally zero upload speed, I found myself standing at the Digi concept store and the moment I saw the dealer log on to MSN and sending emails with a Digi Edge enabled simcard, I passed RM66 to him without skipping a beat. You cannot imagine my happiness when I saw a Youtube video load with this SIM card. The package I’m using is solely for Data and it’s Rm66 per month. It’s quite cost efficient as I surf online with my hotlink when I’m bored at uni. I don’t even dare think how many times I top up in a month.

I’ve always thought of the EDGE network as something inferior like who the hell uses gprs and edge these days. But apparently desperate measures call for different circumstances and surprise surprise.. EDGE is actually faster than your average dial-up modem.

It’s the best that I can do. Can’t be spending all my time at Starbucks can I?

We spent Friday night at Starbucks satiating our net hunger pangs. This is Lie Yuen’s new hairstyle btw!

I actually rambled quite a bit last Sunday night and I’m too lazy to put it in a new post as it doesn’t really belong anywhere so here goes:


15th March 2009:

As I breeze pass my last remaining years at university, I barely have more than a couple of lectures per week. When we do have classes, we have it in a classroom that we share with the second years next to this air conditioning control room. Or at least I think that’s what it is.

It’s a cement flooring kind of room, something dingy with a staircase that leads down to the second floor where the toilets we use are situated at. In other words, it is a shortcut we use to get to the loo.  There are a couple of steps that lead up to a tiny alcove where the complex looking controls are and I said to Poh Yee the other day, “You know, if this was high school, this would be a great make out spot.”

Make out spots have become obscure once you’re at university, far away from home with your own room. (minus religious-minded security guards) It’s just silly to have a make out spot when you have honest to goodness privacy! Unless fresh couples at uni are into these kind of things, then maybe I’m wrong. I mean, what do I know, I’ve been one halve of an old married couple since my college days.

I know my high school had a block of classes which were pretty isolated from the rest of the school. Couples who made out there (and a pair even when all the way!) became legends. Well, among those who graduated in 2002-2005 at least. There were two couples who made out together (not with each other, we’re not THAT open). Both boys were the two most tormented and disturbed boys in our year. One was a tortured artist, a rebel since birth, genius type and the other one was the school’s crazy. To top it off, it was in form2. Chee Kiang and I were still obsessing about boybands (he 911, me Moffatts. HAHA DEAR DON’T KILL ME) and were only friends back then, so we didn’t do any of those stuff back in school. Most I did was sit on his lap and got into trouble with the biology teacher in form4. We skipped bio class that week out of fear.

As you all know, the lack of an internet connection has been going on for too long. I really thought I was matured enough to let myself have some zen time without the net, catch up on some sleep but I find myself calling Streamyx every single day. My tactic is to basically be a bitch saying things like, “Two days ago you said it would be done on the 13th. And yesterday you told me that it’ll be done on the 17th. So what’s the next date you’re going to give me? 21st? I don’t believe you anymore!” or  “You SAID your men would give me a call on Friday. There was NO phone call. WHY did they NOT call me?”

I think my next tactic would be to cry. Streamyx technicians are guys right? Guys can’t stand it when women cry. That should get the job done. Might be fun to cry hysterically over the phone, “I WANT MY INTERNET. I NEED MY INTERNET. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?? I WANNNT MY INTERNETT!!!!”

That would totally be used in their “this conversation will be recorded for training purposes”. Streamyx Customer Service Training School Chapter 5: How To Deal With Crying Customers.

I reluctantly went clubbing a few nights ago. So reluctant that the only photos I snapped was of myself and Brenda in the car, on the way to Penang. I seriously think I’m done with clubbing. At least done with clubbing in Penang. Apologies to my classmate and juniors (and that’s all three of you boys, one to represent each year below me) for being such a bore. Some uni mates were brought in to the mix and introduced amidst the DOOSH DOOSH DOOSH stupid beats of Mois. I asked Chee Wen if that’s the best club in Penang and he nodded sadly. The crowd was bad, the music was bad.. there are better people than these in Penang. Why can’t they come up with a nicer place, with nicer music?  I don’t like meeting new people in clubs because I feel it’s stupid bending down to scream your name and no one ever gets your name the first time. But most people are old pros at this and just pretend they got it. So they never really get to know you.

Which is why I preferred to sit outside playing with my handphone instead of grinding up to people I barely know. I already have issues grinding with people I know.  It’s not that they are unworthy to be friends with or anything, nice boys actually whom I had fun talking to over drinks and lok-lok post-clubbing. You get more details that way..course, hometown.. all the better to stalk with, my dear. 😉 I kid.

Either I’m getting old or the reason why I’m always a cranky bitch midway through a clubbing session is because of painful shoes. I can never be comfortable in whatever shoes I wear to club. Yer, I make it sound as if I club a lot. Okay, all four times in a year that I do hit the dance floor, I swear I drew blood from my feet.

Gaya told me that wedges might solve the trick. Does it? My last clubbing outfit (oh there I go again) was a tube top, a pair of satin shorts with pink tights underneath… and gold wedges from Vincci. Sounds garish but it was quite okay, really. OH! I had a long pearl necklace to boot. Some of you who actually bother to read my every post would remember this long RM17 fake pearl necklace I got from Forever21? Yeahhh I wore that. It totally made the look! So yeah, about the outfit, the tights was a relatively new idea. Something very fresh from me. After much encouragement from Lie Yuen and influence from Blair’s Army (too much Gossip Girl now that there’s no internet to keep me sane.. and also if you detect a certain familiar dramatic flair to my writing, now you know why), I thought that the tights were a good idea.

I love tights, I really do. But long legs are not a blessing when it comes to tights sold in Malaysia, presumably made in China, Taiwan, wherever. My legs are LONG, I get crucified for it. My waist is thick, I can’t buy pre-order clothes. My boobs and side boobs (don’t ask) don’t allow me to pull shirts from local boutiques past my neck .. UGH.

Before I end this post, I’d like to write about my spontaneous trip to Batu Feringghi today with the girls. (As Chee Kiang calls it, the Dental Dahlings.. haha wtf) It was a trip to the touristy area of that part of Penang to get some floats for the upcoming Redang trip!  Major class trip in April after much drama about hotels, cheaper hotels, agreeing on the same freaking hotel, AND THEN cheaper or more expensive hotel rooms. Gahhh. But at least we’re all going together as one happy class.

Batu Feringghi is like a mini Petaling Street with their knick-knacks and fake stuff. I’m not one to gush about designer bags but I was *this* close to buying a RM90 Louis Vuitton hand carry. The guy said it was real leather and out of nowhere and for no good reason whatsoever, took out a lighter and tried to burn the bag. I was shocked and amused because why on earth would that be a good demonstration for a lady who wants to buy a bag? I’m not going to be setting my bag on flames on a daily basis! As beautiful as the material was, I was turned off because it had the word Louis Vuitton there.

I’m not above fake stuff but I just don’t like to buy things that scream, “FAKE”. “Inspired by” is okay. But not outright copying some super well known name. Vaguely fake is okay to me. Like I own an Agnes B. (I’m sure she’s some designer from somewhere) wallet that is of a poorer quality then my toiletry bag which was a free gift from Watsons, and that’s okay! As long as the designers are not well known and I adore the design, I’d pick it up right away!

I know Jimmy Choo is famous and all but I saw some of his bags (okay, knock-offs) at the stalls and they were SO gorgeous! They were of superb quality too! I never knew he made bags and I’m pretty sure I represent a pretty huge majority of girls who are not part of the super fashion savvy girls who make up 5% of the population. So if a lot of girls don’t know that he makes bags and what I’m carrying is just another gorgeous bag, a good bargain, I’m all for it. Which means… I can’t wait to go back to Batu Feringghi to go bag shopping! You should too! At the same time you could pick up RM4 dvds, RM10 Paris Hilton-esque sunglasses, hugging salt and pepper figurines for RM5 (I got conned. Paid RM12 for my first pair, then thought it was a bargain at the next stall for RM7…then saw a whole box of it further on for RM5 EACH.) and of course, parrios! Great place to stock up on beach stuff before you head to the real beach on the east coast. 

Ooh.. my period just arrived as I typed the last paragraph. Shall finish up the rest of the Gossip Girl episode and pop a Panadol before going to bed.