Malaysian Studies for Dummies

Dear Malaysian Studies textbook writers,

Your book sucks. It is boring and uninspiring. Completely in black and white, has no pictures... pages after pages of words, words, words... Urgh! I'd rather read the Form 5 history textbook. =___=

Your English is terrible as well. Whilst reading, I spotted numerous grammatical and spelling errors. Who the heck was your editor?

And, "bye-election"?? It's "by-election", actually. What is a bye-election? Is that when you elect who you want to say goodbye to? =___=

"From the people, to the people, for the people"?? It's "government of the people, by the people, for the people".

=___=

What are they trying to teach us??

And, again ---> =___=

Eye Spy With My Little Eye...

I guess some of you don't know.

My glasses broke. They broke on the morning of the IT/IS beach outing. I was rushing to get ready, so I tossed my specs onto the bed. When I returned after my shower, I stepped onto the bed to hang my towel (the towel rack is over the bed), and I heard a very loud 'CRACK'.

My heart fell into my toes.

And there goes the pair of glasses that I've been using since Foundation. heiihh.

I'm planning to get corrective surgery in December, so making a new pair of glasses seems like a waste. But then again I can't permanently wear my contact lenses for the next month, my eyes will be freakin' dry. =___=

So I decided I'd buy a cheap frame for my existing lenses. Basically it was just the specs frame that broke, the lenses were still intact.

When I went back this weekend, I explained to Mum the situation. I suggested making a cheap pair at Taipan or something, but Mum was against the idea. "Who's going to send you?" she said. Mum is kinda anti-Taipan, for some reason. And since she insisted on coming along to pay for the specs, heck no way she was going to Taipan with me. lolz

So instead, we went to KLCC for dinner, and went to get my glasses made right before. As we entered KLCC, the thought occured to me... is it possible to get cheap glasses at KLCC??

We went to the optician's, and asked if they could like attach my old lens to a new frame. It turns out they could, though the cheapest frame they had for that was RM215. T___T murah la sgt. I have to pay back Mum for it later, btw.

'nyways, the guy fixed my new old glasses on the spot, so now they've been fixed to an orange frame. Orange is my least favourite colour, next to neon pink and highlighter yellow, but whatever. =___=

No photos yet for now, because my left eye is suffering from a severe eye infection. It's all puffy and swollen and oozing with pus. It's just positively disgusting.

... Lost your appetite yet? =P

I'm gonna quarantine myself until it gets better. I don't want anyone to see me like this!! My beloved family are now constantly referring to me as 'Quasimodo'. =___=

Ahh, but I'm going back to UTP tomorrow. Shit. How eh? Am considering an eyepatch. But wouldn't that attract more attention? >__>

I can't go back to UTP any later. siao ah, got finals next week. Not to mention I have to hand in my corrections for dissertation on Tuesday, and a job interview on Wednesday. dammit. dammit.

Stupid eye!! Heal!!!

Justification

Today I read an article about how staring at boobs for 10 minutes daily can increase your life span by 5 years. Something to do about the increase in heart rate, or something like that. Read it here.

I told my siblings this.

"Cool, I should try it!" Hasif said, and then proceeded to look at Nina's chest. "Wait a minute, there's nothing there." He then laughed his head off, whilst Nina aimed a slap at his head.

LMAO.

I also found another study which shows that giving blowjobs and swallowing semen can reduce the risk of breast cancer in women by as much as 40 percent. The article is here.

Umm, again. wha?

People will justify anything. =___=

And btw, if you prolong your lifespan by 5 years from boob-ogling, and then smoke (which reduces your lifespan significantly by 5-10 years), I think it basically cancels out the effect. You know who you are. =P

Of Ode to Joy and Whale Popes

I'm home!!

After dinner today, which was spaghetti bolognaise (one of my favourites =P), Aris suddenly went over to the piano and started playing.

"What is he doing?" I asked Nina.

"Oh, Aris now plays Ode to Joy after dinner if he liked the food, as a thank you. And if he's really happy, he'll play his 'Chinese version'". (The so-called Chinese version, is Ode to Joy played using the black keys, lolz)

"Yesterday," Nina went on to say, "he nearly played the Chinese version because mum made chili fish, but he didn't like anything other than the Chinese fish, so he played..."

At that point, I burst out laughing hysterically at Nina's slip, because I was trying to imagine a Chinese fish. lolz

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We were all sitting around the living room table, each at our respective laptops/books. Nina looked up from her History textbook, and asked me, a smirk on her face.

"Shira, do you know what a 'paus' is?"

I stared blankly at her. "Isn't 'paus' whale, in Malay?"

Hasif came over and laughed, suddenly. "That's what you think. But that's 'ikan paus'. A 'paus' is..."

"The Pope," Nina said, completely straightfaced.

At that point, I imagined a whale wearing the Pope's hat, and again I laughed hysterically.

Home, sweet home. A lot of fishy jokes today. =P

It's The Final Countdown

Today I attended my final lecture as a UTP student.

And it was at Lecture Hall 1, the same venue we always attended for lectures when we were in Foundation. Just like in Foundation, the lecture hall was full of people from our batch, both engineering and technology students. Let me emphasize again that this has not happened since our first semester in UTP!

As I was sitting there in that lecture hall, I remembered so many things. If rooms could speak, would they remember the numerous jokes we made in lectures, our various antics, the little mini-dramas that happened in our lives?

Four and a half years in this middle-of-nowhere place. A lot has changed since I first set foot here, completely bewildered and feeling completely out-of-place.

Four and a half years, and I realised that the only constant thing that hasn't changed for me since that first day of lectures, is you.

Thank you for being the most awesome friend ever, and putting up with all my bullshit for all that time (although to be fair, I put up with yours too). And thank you for being the one person I could tell everything to, even when we were in the middle of a fight (remember that loooong email? hahahaha). Thank you for keeping a smile on my face every single day (even if it's jokes made at my expense =___=). Just... thank you.

(sappy and mushy all of a sudden. excuse me while I blow my nose. *HONK!!* *sniffle sniffle*)

My final final paper is at Main Hall. Again, another bit of nostalgia for me. When we were in Foundation, most of our final papers were at Main Hall. *sigh*

Part of me is going to miss this dump. Most of me is going to miss all the awesome people I've known here. After that batch gathering at the beach, it's been one wave of nostalgia after another. I feel sad =(

Keep in touch, guys!!

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This photo still sits proudly framed in my room.

--- 19 days left in UTP ---

The Amoeboba

This old pic of me and my foundation-time roomie Fathin is made of win. I died laughing when I saw it. hahahahaha wtf man XD

Monday Mornings

Nothing bites more than having to get up early on Monday morning to go to a class that you know is canceled, because you've been told to post a note outside the class telling everyone else that it's been canceled. =___=

Next up on today's agenda, Cyber Law quiz at 5pm. Oh yes. Ain't Mondays just wonderful.

At least, I saw something this morning that made me smile. Oh yes it did. XD