THE BUS WAS BUZZING 'BUSY' BUSSILY

If you can't guess just what the heck happened to me from my even more countless-time-mentioned title, then you better check your eyes. I had like the most busiest week in my life. Oh, in advanced, if you like to come to my blog and always wonder why the heck I love to say sorry, it would be 'cause nobody really cared about saying sorry when one thing that happened was directly caused by them, either they know it or not.

And with that I'm sorry because I, again, failed to update my blog last week. Sheesh. Had a really busy week. I had like two big researches that I need to do and OHMYGOD JUST WHAT A CRAZY THING THAT YOU CAN DO WHEN YOU HAVE EXACTLY NO LAPTOP NOR THINGS THAT CAN CONNECT TO THE INTERNET! 

This is so crazy. At least now I have done like all the first major step and now I can feel a little bit laid back as now what's important is that I can come out with the research report in time. And that, hopefully, is easy enough for me. 

Have I told you guys about my dream of buying a guitar? Well, yeah, I mean, no, the dream is still a dream, but somehow somewhere I can feel it creeps out, just waiting to be realized. Just you wait, my dear guitar. I'll buy you! Someday, if not today. Well, what I know is that that someday is so gonna happen.

Remember, my last post? No? Sure, me too. I totally forgot to do the real post after my after-crash post. Maybe caused by the fact that I was so mad that Firefox crashed while I was typing all those stuff. Geez, or maybe because I was so engrossed with my work, and *cough* some Facebook and whatnot....

What? I'm a human too! I am entitled to follow my heart even when my heart talks crap, ain't I? I can't just focused on one thing like a detailed research when you had fifteen tabs on and 5 of it is Facebook and it has number (eg. (9) ) flashing in it, wanting you to read all those comments and stupid jokes, right? Whatever. 

Remember my cat and her kitten? Well, at first there was four, Lucy (mom) and three, very different kittens. Well, not much differences, I might say, but actually you can distinguish each and every one of them through their size, eye colours, fur colour and pattern and even their activeness. That somehow managed to sounds like a conclusion done after doing a genetic engineering on kittens. Damn biology!

Anyway, last week, my Mom managed to kill one. How sad. Even sadder was that she actually waited till I got home to pick up the corpse (T^T). So sad. She could have picked it up herself. Lazy bum. Anyway just now I got another message saying that there was a hit-and-run accident happened in front of my house. The victim? The only female of the three kittens. That psycho that hit her didn't even have the guts to actually put it aside. Stupid piece of shit. All happened when I was finally having my own time. Gosh karma, why the kitten? Why not something else?

Anyway I had finally figured out something totally wrong with my mind. I made like the most awesome-st ever statement that caught me thinking just how screwed up my mind can be and it also made me realized that maybe I really should be a psychiatrist, but to treat myself first.

One of my friend put up an ad in Facebook, and no, he's not selling stuffs. Instead, he asked us (high school friends) if we were interested in coming back to school tomorrow. I was really happy to know that out there someone was trying to gather us back at the place where we once met for the first time. For free. I guess. Which was the reason why I liked it so much.

Anyway, someone managed to make me feel bad. A friend of ours, who is now in Cairo pursuing her studies, said that we were lucky since we are still in the same country. Anyway, I replied saying that of course, and the more reason to go since tomorrow is a Sunday. It makes sense right? Tomorrow a Sunday, so we can all go and have our time together there not worrying about a thing, WAIT A DAMN MINUTE! No, you are definitely having the same problem as me.

What the heck are you thinking? Tomorrow's a freaking Saturday! It ain't Sunday yet! My (other) friend pointed it out for me, meaning he had no problem of any sort. Thank you. Anyway I finally realized why, as in why I said tomorrow was a Sunday. Every Friday, my last class would be Chemistry, and it ends at 4 PM. Late, but who cares. It gave me all the reason not to go back to my apartment all too fast. 

Back to the story, I finally realized that actually, after every Friday, after 4 PM to be exact, I treat the rest of the 'Friday' as 'Saturday'. Sick? That's how I come out tomorrow as 'Sunday'. Gosh, I'm so good in so many wrong ways that I don't know if I ever be right again.

I guess that's all for now. For now. Why repeat it, who knows. I don't even know why the heck I repeat those two words. Hey, have you watched Shawshank Redemption? If you answer no, you better watch it. If you answer yes, you better watch it again 'cos it's so damn good! See ya! Hopefully next week! Buhbye! Watch Shawshank Redemption, k?

OH GOD...

I've just typed something like really long, but the Firefox crashed, 

and now this place is totally empty. Jeez, and now 

I don't remember a thing of what I've wrote about. 

The end. 

Thank you.

WAYS TO SCREW UP YOUR MORNING

1. WAKE UP like 6 times from your sleep, just to know that it is still too damn early. 4 out of the 6 times, you're on the floor instead of your bed.

2. DESPITE waking up 6 times, you still somehow manage to wake up late that morning.

3. INDECISIVE about what to wear and what not to wear. You've stood naked in front of your wardrobe thinking of what to wear, changed your attire twice, and still end up wearing something that you regretted through out the whole day.

4. DID NOT SHAVED properly in between your 'OH MY GOD IT'S LATE' and rushing, causing you to have almost-gone facial hair. In various places in your face. Almost-gone.

5. PACKED YOUR BAG in a hurry, stormed out of the apartment, pressed frantically on the down button, only to run back into your room as fast as a cheetah can because you've forgotten your bag.

6. FORGOTTEN about your MP3 which lay still on your table this whole time, despite event #5.

7. FORGOTTEN that you have left your phone in the van last night and now had no mean of telling your friend to fetch you your MP3.

8. YET TO TELL the van driver about your forgotten phone.

9. JOKE about whether you forget to wear your under garments.

10. FORGOTTEN that you are currently in a public. And that you have no MP3 to feign about some radio show.

11. STILL FORGETTING that you are in a public. Gotta shut this loud mouth of yours. Literally.

12. THE BUS is not coming, and you are definitely going to miss your first class, thanks to event #1 till event #5.

13. THE BUS finally come, and it took you an hour and several minutes to reach your university when in reality it'll only take you about 20 minutes to walk there. Wait, you are in reality. This sucks.

14. FINALLY you get the point. Your whole day are going to be screwed up, so you get yourself mentally prepared. THE END.

BACK TO THE OLD DAYS

So I'm back to my college, much to my despair. Even much more to my despair I was already here by Sunday. Monday was the day that I registered my subjects that I intend to take this semester. I took 4 this semester. Yesterday I only had 2 classes since the other 2 was off for Tuesday. Today was my first day seeing all my lecturer. I kind off like all of them.

I woke up a bit late today. It is normal, I think. I'm guessing that I am currently adjusting my inner clock, but that is just a talk. This very morning I realized something. Going to university (my university college is now a full time university, as told by my Biology lecturer yesterday), especially one where you are free to wear to your heart contents, is just like a war of fashion. I feel the urge, and the need, to try to do my best to dress appropriately but still stylish. I just can't go on to my university wearing something that I know will make them think I'm normal. I must stand to be among the abnormal people. 

Now that I think about it, I must be a little bit too self-cautious. This ought to be bad. Still, i actually changed twice and have to think more than twice about what to wear to university. I have to plan out my wardrobe for tomorrow starting from today, just so that I can save time. 

My Chemistry lecturer is a Chinese. She is a mother of 2 teenage boys. I know I like her when I first opened the door today. I was late for her class (8.30 AM), since the bus took off rather late today, and the road is filled with machines as always, though I might not blame myself for taking too much time to get ready. Anyway, moving on. When I first opened the door, in which I was 10 minutes late, she kind smiled at me and said 'Please take a seat'. I knew then that I'm loving this lecturer.

Common believe is that a lecturer was supposed to be crazy, scary, and eat food made by some crazy robot that beeps every time you ask them something. But this Chemistry lecturer of mine is very nice and sweet. She has a really loud voice, although I might say that she can really open up herself even more. I'm not talking about the telling-all-dirty-secret kind of open up, just be true to yourself. If you don;t like me putting my head on the table, please, do tell me so. 

The next class is my Mathematics class. When i first heard her name, I thought she was supposedly a Malay. But it turn out to be that she is an Indian. Such a shock. A friend of mine who had the same lecturer for Maths told me that she wore a baju kurung yesterday, which made him wonder even more whether she is a Malay or not. She seems like a very fast paced person, which is expected from every Maths lecturer. I must try to change this mind setting.

At first she was talking about herself, like the usual, and I thought she was going to make us introduce ourselves. But then she asked something, and we all kind of dumb-struck, and the next I knew we were speeding through our newly bought Maths manual. Which is very interesting, since it is practically the same thing that I had learnt back in my school time. Also since that was our very first day of Maths class and the 45th rule of Universal List of School Rule stated that,

"No learning session are supposed to take place when the very first day of class commenced. Except for learning names and background of either the students or the said teacher."

But I guessed she never went through the rule book, so it was okay with me. Although I might add that she kept using the projector when I thought Maths teacher was supposed to make full use of the white/black board. Still, I'm totally cool with whatever way she wanted to do it. 

Then I had my Biology class. I already had my Biology class yesterday, so today we already started learning. Now that I reflected on my class that very morning, it is more like we had went through our questionnaire instead of class. We don't really learned anything today. She just skimmed through the 1st and 2nd unit using tutorials as 'we had already gone through this things last year'. Which is true. I still couldn't grasped the reason why we are doing the same over again. 

Midway our discussion, she told us that she had expected more from us, in a sense that we are a little too quiet. It seems like she wanted her class to be way noisier than what we had been doing. We must bring the volume up. She also said that her morning class was more responsive than we are. I said 'I'm sorry' quietly to her, as I know the reason why we are so quiet. We are trying to conserve every energy we had left just to stay awake in her class since the next slot probably half of the class was going to go have their lunch. I really do hope she'll understand it eventually.

After Biology, I went for lunch with three girls, who among the three I had only know one. I know the other two, but apparently knowing only the looks of their faces and how the sounds like doesn't really count as 'knowing a person'. It must comes with a name. We had our lunch, although I think only my friend and I had our lunch. The other 2 girls only had a snack, which consist of a plate of fries. I won't argue much as I can clearly see from yesterday that they are just not the kind to eat real food. I pity them.

Lastly I had my English class for today. Personally, I dislike my lecturer. He may seems like a good and decent man, but I think he is strict. That is just what I think of him. I should probably add a list of things I think of him, but that kind of seems like I try to belittle him, so I reckon I don't. Apart from what i think of him, I am totally okay with him. He laughs at the appropriate joke, although he sometimes come out with a rather wrong response, even when we are not making joke. And he likes to label himself, and for me, that is even better!

One thing about him that I really hate is the inquiry side of him. He loves to ask question. I realized that since yesterday, when he asked almost everybody at least two question when all we wanted to do was answer his previous three question about ourselves during our introduction. Another thing about him would be that either you have the answer to his question or not, he had prepared one. It may not be related to the question he asked, I might add. 

And that's pretty much what happened in my first three day at university. I want to count all the days until I graduated from this program. I just can't wait for this to end. But for now, I'll try not to be too eager to finish it, as I know there will be a lot to go through before the end, much like the previous semester.  

I've also realized something else. Since I don't own any laptop or PC back at my apartment unit, the time that I spent in the Internet had been cut to a great deal. Usually I'll spent approximately 8 to 10 hours per day, had now been reduced to approximately 2 hours per day. On even worse day, I might just spent half an hour in front of the PC. Although I know I won't die from the lack of technology, knowing that there are technology surrounding me back at my unit just makes me itch for Internet.

But for now, I'll just read 'To Kill A Mockingbird'. Oh, by the way, don't kill a Mockingbird, it is a sin. They sing for you and you kill them. Killing a singing organism that made your day is a sin. So, don't kill Justin Bieber, it is a sin as almost every tween fangirls out day made through their life just by listening to his female voice. Just kill his carrier. That will be good enough.

IT IS NEW YEAR, BITCH!

Welcome to the new year! With this it marks that now on my blog roll you'll see a new year starting back with January, thus making this post the first for the first of the first month of this year! Can't get enough of first, aye?

People often associate new year with new beginning and so and so. Which I'm okay with, but am not totally eager about. Unlike others, I don't really think that you can only make new beginning when there are some stupid person blasting an enormous number of explosive under the name of celebrating

Which also means that the police can't really do anything, not because there are a lot of people for them to catch, but because they are also apart of the crowd. And a group of police who are caught for enjoying the new year celebration that was glazed with explosives are not good. And it will not look good as the front cover news for newspaper now will it?

Okay of course I'm lying why would fireworks = explosive? Besides if fireworks = explosive then why would they call the technique used to make fireworks look all oh-so-pretty pyrotechnic and not KABABOOMtechnic? You know what don't ask me anything.

I know this, what I might say may sound weird, having it coming from me, but please just be here for me. At least I'll know that you are here, reading this stupid tale of me, the one who is lonely when he is not alone.

Out of nowhere, there's suddenly this uneasiness that I felt. I just don't know how to describe it, but it is kind of stuck with me. For now. Even now, while I'm typing. And I find that listening to a very sad song, somehow, really do sync with my current situation.

It is a very deep feeling, that I can tell. Anything more is very vague, nor can I really pin point where does this feeling come from, or what it really want me to do with it! Argh!!! I'm so helpless right now. Usually, I'll call this as 'being bored' but now not even reading manga or continuing learning my guitar chords can even do me any good. At such I turn to updating my blog.

You know what? This kind of thing should be ignored. Because life is about now, and now, if I'm going to be all depressed I'm sure I'm going to die.

So what is your new year's resolution? Complete last year's resolution? Whatever it is, do your best with it. Make sure that you don't feel bad if you haven't had the time to finish it. Everybody have their own moment, and I'm sure you'll get yours eventually. Anyway I didn't set any resolution, not that I have had any before. 

You know it is very disturbing, setting yourself to do things that you yourself are not sure if you are ever going to finish it. I mean, what so good is a yearly resolution anyway? You better set it like a monthly resolution, then you'll know if you're doing it right, and might as well save your time and not wasted like a whole year just to realize that eating a huge cheese burger for breakfast are not going to help you with your weight problem.

At least that what I felt. So, what I did was not putting anything. At least not now, since I am not having anything big near time. So my current resolution, if I should really put one, would be not to miss this current seat, in front of the computer, with access to the Internet, when I'll be on my way back to my apartment tomorrow. And since this is also a resolution, I'm pretty sure that I'll fail at it and have a breakdown when I'm all alone in my bedroom. This is sad. T^T

Anyway my Dad is still in the hospital. He's condition isn't getting any better. Well, truthfully, a little bit, but if I were his doctor I'd said that it is still not good enough. His left leg is still all swollen up and he still can't go and about his left leg like that, but I think he is okay. At least he is not being ignored as he has like tons of nurses to look after him and also the food provider to feed him.

I am sure that I'll miss my cats. Tomorrow I'll be going back to my apartment. But the thing with me is that whenever I'm going to go somewhere for like a good one month, I won't do all that huggy-kissy thingy. I'll probably just glance, and if it's my parents, then I'll just kiss their hands. For me that's good enough.

Right now, in order for me to ignore that lingering feeling, beside doing this blog post, I'm currently listening to Maroon 5's new album. Like all of them. And no, don't look high of me. I 'll never buy any album. I'll listen to it online, and if I like the song, I'll download it. Which make me a pretty bad person. Though I might add, a pretty bad but sad person. Heh. I kinda like that.

You know, I love Maroon 5. Especially this new album. I mean, I've always like them, but this new album is pretty much the best, like ever! Even so, I'll still say that my favourite song would be Sunday Morning. It always have that perfect sound to my ears. Well, my ears at least.

Remember the sad song I mentioned up there? Well it is this song, a collaboration between Maroon 5 and Lady Antebellum, title 'Out of Goodbyes'. A very beautiful song, I just love how the voice just blend together, it was so perfect. And the song is pretty meaningful, the most important characteristic that I'll look into a song, apart from its music. Thus the reason why I don't like Justin Bieber and his pieces of craps that is oh so stupid. And meaningless. And stupid. Stupid. Yes. Stupid.

Anyway, I think I'm done with this stupid blabbering. And as a gratitude for your willingness to stay with me through this stupid new year thing, I would love to let you listen to the song that I listened to just now, along with the lyrics. And since there is no video for it yet, for now, I hope your happy with just the audio. Because that is what pretty much got me hooked up with this song.

Buhbye guys! Hope your new year is as good as Oprah's! See ya!