MENTOR.

If you really don't know what I am about to talk about, I think you are a total loser and very not worth it to befriend with as you sucks and I rules and that is all to it.

Hah! So much for an intro. Well anyway, there is this series aired on the national TV, and if you really don't know what it is, seriously, you sucks. Well anyway, my most favourite contestant was voted out of the competition. I really do think it is not the contestant, R, to be blamed, but rather, her mentor.

She has a really nice voice, honestly. I mean, okay, I am a total loser when I hear husky voices (be it man or woman), and I like beach motives (stripes) a lot which make me even so a loser, but I know a talent when I see one. Especially when that talent was chosen by a famous artist and is in a singing competition.

Anyway, last weekend was the semi-finals part 2 (don't ask me why, this is so stupid) and R was kicked out of the competition. I really think that her mentor really haven't done the best for her. I mean she has this very husky voice, something like really nice and attractive that make you really want to listen to her, but for the semi-finals her mentor did the same act for her performance, the very same act she had to do for the last few weeks. Theatrical.

I mean, fine, her mentor is famous, his talented, done musical theater and is a very well-known man for his talent, but his mentee is not. He can definitely get away doing almost anything, but not his mentee. Anyway, what I thought should be done instead was for him to showcase her true talent, the only reason she was chosen in the first place, her singing talent.

He should have seen this ahead of it. For the semi-finals he should have at least show the audience and the judges that she can really perform well even without all those back-up dancers and storyline and routines. He should have make her sit down, sing a very emotional song, and mesmerize the audience with her husky voice.

Note: I've been wanting to use 'mesmerize' for so long. Apparently being 'mesmerize by the cat - pooping' is not the real intention this word was made.

Anyway, it is what I call as fate. Fat-ass fate. Who cares. I have my own fat-ass fate. Just now I was at Selayang Mall, doing a small interview (which I would rather call a get-to-know-before-I-start-working) which really is nothing, since no answers where expected from my behalf. But still, I am now officially (I think...) an employee of Watson. YAAAYY!!

I went there with my sister, hitching a ride from her friend, and both of them went there for a surprised meeting (is that what you call it? Sudden meeting? Unintended meeting? Unplanned meeting? More like unplanned pregnancy) which involved 10 store managers of the 10 Watson outlets found somewhere... unspecified.

So now I have my job! Now is the time for me to buy 4 white collared tees, a black shoes, and also some black pants. There's a lot. So adios guys~~

IN THE END...

Well, it pretty much says it all. I've come to the end... of MUFY! Yup! I'm all done with MUFY now, and I'm on my way to misery! YAAAYY!!

Thumbs up for positivity! Okay. I'm now done with my final exam, and I am technically done with my MUFY, and on my way to MBBS in Monash. Which creeps the freak out of me since I am very sure that I crapped my final exams. Which is very not good, both financially and emotionally. 

Sob...

But nevertheless being the dick that I have... I mean, I am, I must say the tight schedule is the one to be blame and not my lousy brain for if it is lousy I won't be there in the first place! DANG! Anyway, the schedule really is tight, as tight as a virgin's,  wait for it... deodorant cap! What did you thought I'm going to say? Asshole? Gosh, you're so stupid I'm not that dirty!

DIRTY BIT!

Hate that song. Anyway, the schedule is tight (I've pretty much made myself clear after repeating that for 3 times). I had like 4 papers in 3 days, and that 3 days, is 3 days! NO BREAKS in between them. I'm pretty sure I screwed up all that paper, for I know just where I screwed it up. Which is very sad and depressing.

Especially Maths! OH-MY-GOD! I really hate myself. Imagine answering the first question with air-pen. I literally left the first question not even trying to answer it. The FIRST question, like the easiest question ever! So stupid. I come out of the exam hall feeling like some elephant in the hall just decided to poop on top of my head since he thought that making the exam hall quiet is totally unnecessary. 

Stupid elephant in the exam hall.

But, putting that all aside, I am currently moving on. Like how almost every Asian wise men said, 'the ending of [fill in the blank] is always a beginning to something new'. Or so I thought. My sister, the ever-lovely-ever-boring older sister of mine, hooked me up with a job. Like, almost instantly. 

Which is great since I don't have to go to any stupid shoes shop looking for a job that pays well, but make you pay with your holidays and your precious time. Since she is working with Watson, she managed to hooked me up a job, namely, 'sales coordinator'. I'm pretty much sure the sales there are not that organized and not well coordinated so they actually needed someone to tell which is which and make all the products clear of what they are supposed to do when they are bought by some strangers who needed a hair conditioner for his hair that hasn't been washed for God knows how long.

I can almost make a scene of what my future life in Watson are going to be...

"Remember, you are a hair conditioner, so don't go and clean your owner's hair like how a shampoo do, okay."

"Can I make his hair purple?"

"No! For the thousandth time, your a freaking hair conditioner! Why the heck do you wanna colour the hair, and why does it have to be purple? Why can't you make turn the hair into dark brown?"

"I can?"

"Ugh!"

Purr-fect... So I have an interview tomorrow (Friday) and I have to wake early in the morning, which sucks especially since today was supposed to be the day that I am finally free of studying and what-not. Oh well, I guess life goes on... Going to sleep now, so buhbye!

FAILURES.

Talking about the biggest failure of your life, mine would be my fail blog-post that was supposed to be made available last Wednesday, a day before my final paper for English which was last Thursday, but only made possible by this day (hopefully) which is a Friday.

Not to mention that my fingers are definitely ugly, namely my left and right index fingers, which made my days even uglier and fail-er. Gosh, I just don’t get it about me and bad days. Today (Thursday) was no exception.

So anyway today (Thursday, still) was the final seating for my English paper, which literally means that I can forget about Atticus, Jem, Scout, Ms. Maudie, Ms. Caroline Fischer, Aunt Alexandra, Calpurnia, Tom Robinson, Judge Taylor, Heck Tate, Andy Dusfrene, Red Reddings, Tommy Williams, Byron Hadley, Warden Norton, Martin Tankleff, Karlene Kovacs, Jay Salpeter, Det. McCready, and that lawyer guy who is actually the boss of Jay Salpeter but I believed was never mentioned in any essays of any student. Sad face.

Note: That, my friend, is what I’ve got from my semester of English. That, by the way, came from the novel ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ by Harper Lee, the movie ‘Shawshank Redemption’, and also the unfortunate event of Martin Tankleff. Serious shits I tell you.

So anyway, today was already bad, keeping in mind that I’ve literally wasted my only two useful index fingers. But if I had to rate the English paper for today, I’d give a total of 5 stars out of 7 (don’t ask why 7, I like tortoise) for time management – the paper actually managed to make me used up all the 2 hours and 15 minutes that I had. I would also love to give the paper a total of 7 stars out of 7 (duh!) for toughness, simply because it is printed on tough papers!

Okay if you don’t get the joke just omit that part, but I really do think it is ‘punny’! Haha thank you T!

But that is not my bad day story; in fact that is just the beginning. Like, who actually cares about what actually happened in the beginning right? So, after the paper is finally done, I lingered around the exam hall just for the heck of it. Okay no I’m lying. I was lingering around because some of my friends were there, they were settling about the graduation night tickets thingy.

So as I was lingering around, I got stuck with these particularly few friends of mine. I would love to say because I heard they were talking about cakes and party, but the truth is because there are none others that I can actually hanged out with, or truth be told, none that I would rather hanged out with. So be it!

After some gazillion years later (6 minutes), we arrived at the 2^nd floor lobby, for they were planning to do this Biology class party which really was just a cake eating event and not much of a party for the lack of music and drinks of any kind. While waiting for the cakes, I was talking with some of my friends, and that was when my unfortunate event happened…

I was talking, with my hands moving vigorously. Don’t ask me why, but I think I have this very weird thing about my hands, brain, and mouth. Whenever my brain and mouth are working, my hands seemed to be moving too. I guess it must be because all of these activities are controlled in the same area of the brain.

Anyway, talk talk talk and then BAM!  I knocked on something. Guess what? It was my friend’s face, and her spectacles fall off. Her spectacles. And it broke off. BROKE OFF! I probably did two things that any guy would literally killed themselves over. Slapping a girl in the face and break a girl stuff. I, on the other hand, managed to do both in one shot. Talk about metrosexual.

Anyway the case ended with me paying for her contact lenses and nothing else. So that's all. And epic ending for an epic story, right? Fail.

Oh what's more is what we did after that. There were like 5 of us, and we went for lunch at Pizza Hut. We sat there for somewhat 2 hours. Talking. And mind you the combination we had, the five of us, was a rare one, definitely, but one that actually worked. So yaaayy for friendship! The sad part was that we all came from the same English class but only had the chance to test out our chemistry after we finished our final paper for English. Epic failure!

FINALE.

I’ve just finished watching ‘500 Days Of Summer’. It is a really superb, romantic, and kind of cheeky movie. Right now, in this very moment, I just can’t seemed to wipe out this grin off my face. The ending was so cute!

And this really is gay. Oh my gosh, I can’t believe this. Aha!

Anyway tomorrow is my so-called ‘2012’ or my ‘end of the world’ – the finals! It is here! Like, really here! Tomorrow would be my very first paper, English. I’m praying for the worst but hoping for the best. Twisted, I know, tell me about it. This whole semester I can proudly say that I’ve done badly. I mean like for last semester not one of my essay paper had been below 20 marks out of 25, but this semester I’ve been as low as 14.5, which by the way, sucks. For me, at least.

So tomorrow I am pretty much dead. I’m really freaked out by how the paper is going to be, but really I am hoping for the best. The only thing that is left for me to do now is not dying and be there at the exam hall tomorrow when the ordeal is happening.

 But you know what’s funny, despite the fact that I might just die tomorrow I am still here, doing this post, and not studying, when I actually had like, I don’t know, a week prior to do this thing. I really am the best at procrastinating, really.

Note: Just till the last word, I had typed 250 words (Words told me that). Talk about precision!

I think I am just going to keep this as simple as possible because I really can’t think of what to write, especially since I had to preserve my brain and it’s neuron for tomorrow. So, for all of you guys who are going to sit for your finals, best of luck. Remember, it is never ‘fate’ or ‘meant to be’, but it is because you’re not really looking for it, or maybe you’re just looking for the wrong thing at the wrong moment. Have fun with finals!

RAIN...

It had been raining constantly these past few days. I think it is probably the time of the year. Since this is the equator, so we don’t (never actually) have any snow or anything. The closest thing – in terms of temperature that is, is the raining season. Or maybe it is known as the monsoon season? I’m just not sure.

Well anyway I love the rain. I think it is one of those lovely moments that actually make your day. It is kind of weird, right? I know. You’re not to be blamed. I mean rains can only bring troubles, rather than making up your day.

In the real world, that is. Not in my world.

In the real world, or probably in Malaysia, rain can only mean one thing. Traffic congestion. It is like one of the thing that defines Malaysia. If let say you travel by car one day and the road is super clear, it can only mean one thing:

1)    1) You’re dreaming. You are still asleep!

2)    2) It is a major public holiday

3)    3) It is a major public holiday and you’re driving in the city. News flash! People moves from the city to their home town elsewhere in holidays

4)    4) You’re driving in some closed area that you’re not informed of

5)    5) You’re bind. Why the hell you get behind the wheels?

6)    6) All of the above. Somehow.

Yes. Although I know it’s pretty stupid to be driving when you’re blind. Or maybe it that cases in which people become blind suddenly. If I’m not mistaken it is caused by a high dosage of mercury. They must’ve eaten a thermometer by accident. Poor thing…

Another bad thing that a rain can possibly bring to human being, especially in Malaysia, is car accident. It is like the most common thing after traffic congestion. It is bound to happen somehow, but the rain just act as a catalyst and make things happen even faster. I mean regardless whether the driver do change their tires regularly enough or not, it is going to happen.

The best thing is that accidents don’t just happen when it rains, it also happens like in normal weather. I really find kind of offensive and stupid to blame the rain for any accidents that happen. We all know it is the driver’s fault that causes the accident. Yet, they still believe that the weather, the nagging girlfriend, the phone, Twitter, BBM, cause these accidents. Really, guys?  Ugh…

Another bad thing about rain is that it can damage your phone. Take my phone for example. My beautiful Nokia X3-02. The rain totally spoilt the phone. I’d just finished my guitar lesson, and walking out of Summit USJ, I noticed that it was raining, like crazy. It is raining that nothing like ‘raining cat and dog’ can come up to.

So, anyway, it was raining like crazy. And I don’t plan to waste my time. The only way I know I’m going to make it is by determination. And of course, some music. So I took out my dearest Nokia X3-02, plugged in my earphones, and tuned to my most favourite radio station.

Raining? Huh, with my radio and determination, nothing can stop me now!

Of course, the rain was really bad. Not only that I had to run, the running was really hard because my jeans was all soaked the moment I stepped out of the last place of shade (more like I ran out of the place), the wind was so strong that I could hardly run. Imagine running in a swimming pool. Stupid, isn’t it? That was exactly how I felt all the while I was running back.

When I reached my casa, I found peace. And by peace I mean no harsh wind and water coming down on you like your having your third bath for the day. I took out my phone, and I finally realized just how stupid I can be.

There I stand, with my guitar lesson notebook (which caused me RM10.00) and my leather pouch (I think so) on my right hand, my left hand with my phone. Nokia X3-02. Touch and type. Just that now it can only be type and not type since the rain had managed to infiltrate my dearest.

DAMN!

I totally forgot that my jean wasn’t water-resistant and that I should have put my phone in my leather pouch so that the water can’t damage it! Stupid stupid stupid! Only that there’s nothing I can do to change it. I quickly went back to my unit, and take a bath. What do you expect me to do? Dry my phone? Hello, ever heard ‘yourself comes first, others second’? At a time like this I should really come first.

So after my relaxing bath, I checked my phone again. Yup, the water really did wonders to my phone. I went to the kitchen, stripped my phone to the bone (Read: I took of the back cover, the battery, the SIM card and the memory card), and shoved the phone into the rice container. Which contains rice. Uncooked rice that is. Don’t shove your already-damaged phone into a pot of cooked rice, okay?

Lucky me, I’ve learned through the Internet of ways how to do a first-aid for water-damaged phone. Although to my defense, I never really know if it really going to work. This explains why after the next 7 hours my phone was still broken. Every time I touched the screen, this vapour like thing comes out and that scares the crap out of me.

As quick as the fox who jumped over the moon, I went to my room, found my old shoe box (2 months old) and, lucky enough, found two packets of anhydrous. I took my phone, put it into a pot, took some rice and buried it with it, open the packets of anhydrous, and mixed them together. And I left it to dry for until the next morning.

My dearest survived.

Well, so that is the bad thing about rain. The fact is that I actually really do like rain. I’m in love with rain actually. I really do love rain. It is like the best time of the day. You know how rain can really make the hot, scorching sun, feel something more or less like a light bulb. Shines, but sucked in a whole lot of ways. Rain can actually make a really hot day, a very soothing one. And a hell lot cooler.

So it is a wonder when my friend told me that rain makes she moody and gloomy and all sort of loser. Well, then again, who cares? It all goes back to how you really see it. And by the way that I am looking at it, rain brings nothing but happiness.

But then again, every good thing always have a shadow, so does rain, even after all those elaborate stuff I told you about Malaysian traffic. With rain, comes flash flood. With flash flood, there is always a money outburst happening. Car parts broken, house interiors damaged, everything ruined. My house was sadly ruined by flash flood, twice, once on my birthday and another one a week later. Talk about a ‘good’ day!

With rain also comes sickness. Which I really hate. Last week alone I spent at least 5 days down with a fever. With fever, comes headache, and I for one dreaded headache. It is like the only thing about the head that naturally happening that I hate. Seriously. Not to mention my nose, gosh! It is like an open faucet on my face, the thing won’t stop flowing! Luckily it is not those yucky-hideous-ugly-green snot thingy, it is the clear one. Sigh…

Well, that pretty much sums it up! I love rain, regardless of all the bad thing that it brings cause love is blind and blind people can’t see (duhh) and people incapable of seeing really don’t care what other people sees. That come out a lot better than what I had in mind! Bravo~