Roaches!

ROACHES!!!

You've been warned. If I see you again I will:

. . . stomp the shit out of you, with all your internal anatomy squashed and reduced into a pulp and your helpless disgusting wings broken into unrecognizable bits.

. . . freaking spray insect repellants on you until you drown in a pool of toxic, poisonous chemical enough to kill your whole nest of freaky, disgusting, crawling descendants.

. . . roll up section two of star newspaper and whack you again and again and again and again . . . until all your slimy, vomit inducing juice gush out of you, leaving you a lump of stinking brown messed up lifeless creature, whereby I will dispose the whose roll of newspaper along with your carcass down the rubbish bin.

. . . whack you with a fly swatter repeatedly, creaming your arse and deriving sadistic pleasures from seeing all your intestines stucked to the fine square shapes on the swatter.

. . . wear my ultra high heels and step on you with my sharp pointy heels, savoring the heavenly music of your helpless body crunching beneath my almighty feet.

. . . drown you in the toilet bowl, laughing maniacally as you try to climb to safety, only in vain because I will pour more water to make sure that you are drowned. And just when you think all is lost, I will flush you down, where you rest in peace in the septic tank, along with all your siblings that I've killed in the similar manner.

. . . flip you over, let your four legs hanging in the air and entertain myself with your struggles to upright yourself. Just when you got too tired and pass out I will have you endure the ordeal stated above. Whichever way that you prefer to die.

May you rest in peace. And pieces.

Curiousity

Ohya, I am curious. How do usually watch your TVB series? Do you diligently follow the episodes one by one until the end, or are you too anxious to know the ending that you skipped the middle part and jump straight to the last part?

I did that quite often. I mean, I usually watched the conclusion first. Funny, it seems like the conclusion itself is important to determine whether or not should I watch the episodes in between. I think I shouldn’t do that. It is the journey that counts, not the destination right?

Losing Weight

People has been telling me that I've lose weight.The same people who used to tell me that I am too fat and ugly now tells me that I am thin and ugly.

When I wore spaghetti straps, aunt says its too provocative. When I wore long sleeves, she says I am too conservative.

When I wake up late, I got scolded by mum. When I wake up early, dad asked, " What's the matter? Can't sleep?"

Aunt says, "Don't eat oranges, it will give you gas." Mum says, "Eat oranges, its good for you."

Sis says, " the soup is not salty enough." Mum says, " the soup is too salty."

Whenever anyone sees me they'll ask,

" Are you graduating already?"

And its only the first week.

Somebody, Anybody, please save me.

Stolen

Theoretically, I should be very busy.

Practically, I am indeed busy.

However, I just felt like writing, therefore I am here. To write.

The mangoes are in season now, I guess.The blossoming flowers that fell, bringing forth young buds that promises fruitful harvests of mangoes. I saw them. The fruit laden mango trees, with leaves partially obscuring its unripened children. I saw them. The lush green fruit, swaying gently as the August wind blows.

I saw them. And I could feel them, just the way it was, when I was young, and my mango tree, with its many fruits, were tall and majestic in the eyes of a five year old, easily contented to be able to devour its fruits. And just like how I did when I was young, I stretched my arms and grabbed the fruit of the lowest branch, partially unaware of the fact that the mango tree wasn’t mine. So, as you can see, its a larceny.

Hate it!

Just that this haze makes me feel weak and sickly most of the time. Inhaling the smog laden air irritates the hell out of my throat. Well, on the bright side, it keeps me indoors - with my notes. The internet was damn down for the past few days and is still very bad as of now, so I can’t really do anything - except studying. As boring as that sounds, I just loathe to step out of the house to be greeted with such a gloomy atmosphere. Thank god the API in Perak is lower than Malacca. I just hate to see those smoky views.

Arghh, waste money

I received an SMS yesterday informing me that my streamyx has been suspended. A surchange of RM10.00 will be billed to activate my account. Great, there goes RM10.00 for nothing. Well, I admit that it was my fault for not paying the bills in the first place, but the bills has been arriving inconsistently, if they arrive at all. Seems like my postbox ate my bills, if they insisted that they sent. So, like it or not, I would have to haul my ass to the nearest TMPoint and pay the bills ( as I have to ask them to print the bills, it will be more convenient to pay there than the post office) the day after yesterday, and that would be today. Duh.
Came today and I arrived at campus barely on time to attend tutorial. To my astonishment, everyone inclusive of the lecturers, were standing outside the tutorial rooms, talking, fanning themselves, biting nails and basically doing nothing. Well, guess that were normal reactions from people who were partially dehydrated by the long walk under the sun and the humidity of the corridor. I was hot too. And clammy. I felt like shit for doing the sprint from the parking lot to the venue. I could’ve just walked.

Short Skirt Discrimination

Hello, that skirt is like, 25 inches long, and unless I have an abnormality that causes my knee to start growing somewhere on top of my ankle, it is near impossible that it can’t cover my knee, unless you insist that you SAW ( the past tense of “see”, not the “saw” to cut wood) my knee, which render me speechless. And heck, it wasn’t even anywhere sexy. It was an A-line with a dull brownish grey.

To add insult onto injury, you must repeat your statement so many times until I scuffle out of the library that you are contented to leave me alone, glancing curiously from your post, as if daring me to reenter the place again. Hell! Like I would! After being insulted thusly! Damnit! You expect me to go back, change and come again? I won’t give you the satisfaction ok?

Miss Broadband!

ust in case you peeps haven't noticed, I am home doing nothing. The hometown is a sleepy "city", nothing much to do, nowhere to go shopping, not much places that I like to hangout and the weather is keeping me in.

So, basically just rotting and occasionally doing the empress' bidding. Usually involves hard labor and stone breaking under the hot sun. Literally, I mean. Just so that you know, there are two unspoken rules regarding the almighty empress.

Rule #1: The empress is always right.

Rule #2: Refer to rule #1.

But lets just not get into that.

The hometown is a place with not much of development, not so much happenings and the only thing I observed was:

• Senior citizens think that they own the place and are keen to have things their way (includes everyone must worship the ground they walk on).

• Folks going at 20 kilometres per hour at most of the time of the day except for fifteen minutes before soap opera starts on TV

• Drivers recklessly drive out of junctions without looking left or right or concerned about knocking into other cars

• Apeks cruise pasar malam in their cars

• More apeks hoard coffeeshops to splat saliva on each other

• Kiasu silais rush to the wet market at the peek of dawn to buy the freshest, biggest and cheapest stuffs

• Waking up early and make noise is normal

• A lot of people eat breakfast, as compared to people around my campus

56kbps sucks. I miss my broadband. And maple. Sigh. If only there's broadband here.

Sigh, Bad Week

Two down, one more to go. Just when almost three quarter of those people in my messenger list keep shouting merdeka and flinging their notes, I am here,working on a boring job, revising slowly, seriously, hoping that I will be there, bit by bit.

The first two papers were a huge adrenaline rush to me. Its like, “Oh-My-God its 2 hours to the exam, I haven’t get to sleep a wink since 36 hours ago and there are two chapters which I haven’t touch yet - die! ” accompanied with desperate attempts to stuff an already overstuffed brain with more information, at that point which I hope I could eat the notes and miraculously remember. Sigh.

And then there is the haze of which I also partially blame on the nationwide ayam percik panggang sellers and ikan bakar peddlers for adding more smogs to the ozone, but of course the huge bonfire from our dear neighbours being the main reason. That, and also the barbeque parties hosted by “persatuan kaki sembang waktu petang taman bunga raya” (those friendly neighbourhood pensioners who had nothing better to do than to gather round and chat every single evening outside their housing compound) to commemorate mid autumn festival. Pardon me if I sound a wee bit jealous because people get to celebrate but I don’t.

Nightmare

Nightmares.

Are very very disturbing.

Especially those that traps you inside, tormenting you, never letting go.

Especially those that exploit your innermost fear and magnify it a thousand times, mocking you like a big bad clown.

You can run, but you can’t hide.

The moment you realize that it is a dream gone bad, you struggle to wake up…

breathless…

your heart pounding wildly against the ribcage…

the images in the nightmare keep flashing by as if its happening…

Please. Spare me.