REAL MATURE...

Have you ever wondered just how mature you are when compared to an average maturity of a human for your age? If you tried to Google that out, you'd be what I call, stupid.

I don't know why, but I had always wanted to do a post regarding maturity. Not because I think that I am mature, well, maybe a little bit, but because somebody mentioned about this thing recently. And by recently I mean last month, which, I think is about, hmph, let see, three, four weeks before? 

So anyway, the story goes this way. I was having my normal morning. Luckily, the bus arrived like after several minutes of me standing there and making a joke out of myself by laughing to myself, thanks to the sweet technology namely mp3 and radio. So anyway, the bus arrived, me and my friend, whom I shall refer to as Boroy, boarded the bus.

Note: I know 'Boroy' rhymes with 'boroi', but she's none. I just wanted the sound of it.

Anyway, while waiting for the freaking stupid driver to move, I looked outside of the window. I don't know why, but almost everyday, when the bus is fully loaded, as in like each seats had already serves it purpose and was being seated on, the bus will still wait for another, I don't know few minutes, for no obvious reasons. 

The only reason I can think of was to annoy the hell out of the people who was a bit late and telling them straight to their faces that they are, obviously, late. *sad face*

I sat somewhere at the back, and Boroy was seating with her Sabahan friend. I can't really remember who was seating besides me, not that he was any important. Or maybe it's a she. Whatever. I like seating at the back, and I always like to seat wherever there is a place where both seats are empty. I like looking at the faces people wear when the only seat available is beside me and they had that doubtful look in their face and look around for any other empty seats. I feel like saying, "Don't worry honey, it'll be a smooth ride". 

While enjoying my view (read: sad faces of late people), I saw the fat guy. The fat guy. Almost instantly, I smiled, or maybe it's more like smirked. Anyway, my friend, Boroy, she had a little bit of problem with fat guy also. You can just say that the fat guy just know how to annoy the hell out of all the girls in the college. Anyway, since I saw him, I texted Boroy, saying, 

"Weih, pakwe ko dekat luar tuh. Ajak ah dia masuk, kesian dia..."

It was really funny. And what happened after that was even funnier. We had a bit of text-fighting, all thanks to my first text to her. We texted each other, until like before we reached our college, when Boroy mentioned that I was behaving like a child. I told her back that she was a freaking old granny.

Whenever people talk about maturity, I get really worked up. But not the OMG-I-FREAKING-HATE-YOU-WHY-YOU-HAVE-TO-DISAGREE-WITH-EVERYTHING-I-SAID work up, but more like worked up in my mind. I always think that people who thinks that other people are immature, are an immature themselves. 

For once, we can't really tell how mature is mature. It's like trying to figure out the liquidity of liquid. It's stupid. People are born mature, just that they can't see that. I believe that behaving maturely is just a matter of choice. 

Like when you are with your friends, making jokes about other people and all (don't deny it!), don't you feel like you're not acting as mature as you would behave when you're in a meeting or so?

That's when my mind starts to question my (jeng jeng jeng) own mind. How can somebody tell just how mature they are? How can somebody know that they are matured? Is it because of the wet dreams, or because you peed blood on your own pants? (My friend's description of her first experience. Nice.)

Or is it because you can really tell what is wrong and what is right? What not to do and what to do more? Or are you mature when you know what you want and can achieve it yourself, without wanting others to help you? Is that it? Then I think even a 3 months old baby can figure that out. That's easy!

Hungry ---> Cry

Attention ---> Cry

Poo-poo ---> Cry

More milk ---> Cry

Peek-a-boo ---> LOL!

See? Then are they called as matured? Well I don't think so. What I call 'mature' is actually kind of twisted. For me, being matured would be knowing, and embracing yourself for who you really are. Woah, that's deep. 

Well to make it simple, for me, being a 'matured person' would be to know and be yourself. As in like, you know when to behave like a child and when to behave like an adult, and when to be none.

I just remembered this fight I had with my other girl-friend, whom I shall call FS (I can see someone smiling...). She is from somewhere in the southern part of Malaysia, and so was my Mom and her whole lot, lot, lot, freaking lot of family. 

Well, not that bad, but it is often used in a bad way. So, BAD!

But she said that the people back in her place always use it as an alternative for the word 'yawn'. That really made me wondering. I asked around. The only Southerners I knew, well the only three I knew right now was on her side.

All my relatives (read: old people) know nothing about it, but somebody did mentioned that it is only used by younger generations. Which, at the end, explains everything. 

Anyway, because of that, we had like a very nasty, R-rated fight. Just imagine a group of guys, calling a single girl, with a bad word and the girl shouting back the same word. Thinking about it sends me shivers.

Well, that guys, is what I call as a truly 'matured' people. Really.

Well, whatever. You are who you are (thanks Ke$ha) and you are the only one who know what you really are. You actually control your own maturity. If you still think that just because you experienced a freaking awesome dream about you putting in a sausage into a girl's folded tortilla and woke up the next morning feeling all sticky and stuff would make you a matured man, then be it. 

Or it's okay if you think you're matured once you pee blood. I don't mind, not really.

P/s: I know I had not updated my blog for a long time, but then again I know that people don't really care about my blog. So then, why should I care, right?

INEVITABLE CATASTROPHE

PREVIOUSLY ON MY BLOG...

I don't have a single idea of what to write here and I don't really know what kind of snip-it I should put here. So I think you should really just go to my previous post to know just what had happened to me when I went to Venice during my class trip.

If you believe that you're a moron. You're welcome!

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The lift started to move. I ignored almost everything else as I know it would be damn long before it reaches the 23^rd floor. Suddenly, the lift started to make like some stupid noise. And then.......

The lift jerked a bit. I looked up to the floor display when suddenly the lift stopped. On the display, it says P1 (parking). Seconds later, there was only two red line on the display. It looks something like this

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Everybody suddenly started cursing, moaning (?), and sighing. I looked at N and F. They both wore a bored face. Maybe a bored face with a hint of worry. Maybe, because I was wearing the same face. I looked at the back. There were several guys starting to curse and swear. Several Chinese girls in the middle were talking loudly, in Chinese, obviously.

Behind me there were two Malay girls, doing nothing, as if like they don't give a damn about the lift stopping. Maybe they were too shocked to actually respond. You know, like seeing a damn huge snake, you'll probably freaked out more than you know, that when your brain screams RUN, all you could do is pee in your pants.

Or probably those girls already peed in their pants. I don;t know.

Since I was standing nearest to the button panel, I took the pleasure of hitting the alarm button and also the emergency call button. I did that for like some good 10 - 15 seconds when  finally realized just how annoying those buttons can be. I stopped hitting the button and stand there thinking why it had to be me.

F looked at me, and said

"Rugi R takde kat sini..."

I couldn't agreed more. He should have been there. At least I can make fun of him. That sounded bad. Moving on...

About several seconds later, I suddenly remembered something. I looked up, up above the display panel. There, pasted on the lift's wall, high above the panel, was a noticed, by the maker of the lift. Sadly, I seriously thought the maker of the lift, or at least the company, was called the 'Moron Institution'. The name is Daison Khruedpt.

Note: Since I am not planning to pay or have any kind of law suits, I've tried my best in translating the real name into somewhat Japanese. Don't ask me why. But in case if you're wondering how, I used my imagination.

The notice somehow doesn't appeal to anyone. Actually I was wondering just how many people knew about the note. I mean, the note was placed in a place too high that is not convenient for people to read. You either had to awkwardly cramped your neck just to read it, or stand at the back wall of the lift just to notice it, but by then you can't really read it. Unless if you have a pair of magnifying and X-ray eyes.

Don't ask me why X-ray. Anyway, I knew about the notice because I've clearly read it once. And also since I don't really care about cramping my neck in an awkward way. So be it. I took out my phone, but then I glanced to F. I told him to call that company. He said his phone is out of credit.

Gosh, we should all just use postpaid instead of prepaid. Especially when we are all bound to have emergencies. Anyway, I called the number that the notice provided. There was not much of signal in the lift, but still I ignored it and call. Sadly, my phone can't connect, the line was suddenly cut off.

Annoyed, I tried again. While waiting for the line to connect, I heard some of the jerks at the back making some stupid jokes about calling a Dato' or something. I just don't get it. The line connected, and it got me talking to a male receptionist.

"Daison Khruedpt emergency help line. How can I help you?"

Well, you can help me by changing the whole freaking lifts here in the apartment, was what came to my mind. "Umm, we kind of in the lift, and the lift is stuck". He asked me in which building. That question left me wondering just how many building they had supplied with their totally stupid lift services.

He also asked just how many people were there in the lift. I told him 15. I should have told him "3 guys, 7 girls, and 5 morons". Lucky for me the morons know that when people are talking to their phone, they should keep their mouth shut. The receptionist told me that he would send someone as soon as possible, that we should not panic, and also that it would probably take a little bit of time.

Time is exactly what we really do mind. Well, at least me. I glanced at my watch, and it was 8 something, I don't really remember. I put my bag on the floor, along side to my bottle. Curious about the door, I told N to help me open the lift's door. He looked at me, tried a little bit, and left me pushing the door alone. Lucky me, F got my back, or should I say, the other side of the door.

The door opened a little bit, so I put my hand in between them and pulled the door open. I thought I could see something like the other side of the door. Sadly, what's in front of me was a cement wall covered with a layer of zinc, two pictures drawn using a blue marker pen, and about an inch and a half of the door on level P1.

At least the other member of the lift was very glad that the door was finally opened. They was afraid that we was in an air-tight lift, and we had to share a limited supply of oxygen. Knowing that we were stucked with a group of moron suddenly got me worried over the same thing.

Time passes by. The silent girl behind me got tired of waiting, and she pressed the alarm button and the call button. If something was meant to happen, it surely had happened. But then again, I spoke too soon. About a year later (being in a lift filled with people surely had made the time flies even faster, probably at the speed of light), we all heard something from a loud speaker located slightly above the button panel.

What we heard can be described as the static noise that we usually hear from the radio, usually when the signal is not too good. The loud speaker went on crackling up, but no exact words can be heard. So I ignored it and started to worry about other things, namely, nothing.

As I mentioned earlier, the wall, or actually, the zinc layer have had two drawings on it, made using a blue marker. I was fascinated by it, and one of the Moron Five mentioned that there had to be others who were stuck on the same position as we were. That was a very clever deduction.

After another 15 years, I asked F if he had Mr. D's number. Mr. D is our management representative. And by our, I meant my fellow S University's students. Every students who were placed there by the university hostel's management were under Mr. D's supervision.

Luckily, F do have. Actually I know he have that number, because he had repeatedly left his keys in his locked room. Clever guy, ain't he? Anyway, he gave me Mr. D's number and I rang him up. I was trying to tell him the situation we're in, when he suddenly told me to hold on. I couldn't even make out what he was trying to say, but suddenly I heard the phone was being put down, a baby cried, and Mr. D's voice telling that kid to shut the hell up.

That's rude. He didn't say that. That was just me trying to act a little bit of aggressive. Anyway, he probably calmed down his baby, and then he spoke to me. He asked me what happened, how it happened, who was with me, and whatnot. At the end, he told me not to panic, and that he'd make sure that help would be there as soon as possible.

As far as I can remember, including Mr. D's 'don't panic' pep talk, that's the 2nd one. And I would really like to emphasis that I was not panic, just annoyed to the fact that freaking lift was broken.

Looking at the boring zinc-layered wall, I decided that I wanted to cheer up the solemn wall. I took out my own black marker pen, and thinked of what to write on the grey wall. After some thinking, I wrote;

"Stuck here on 27th January 2011"

I was thinking about adding something like "On the year iPad was made available in our country, we were still stuck in lifts...". I was pretty sure that will do the trick in showing just how pathetic it was to still be stuck in an elevator, but then again, oh who cares?

After that, or should I say, after what seems to be a century later, the morons on the back started making some noise. Again. Well, I think I've skipped some of the noises they made because I really don't want to highlight just how annoying it was, and I also would love to reduce the number of made-up stories in my already packed with made-up stories. Sheesh.

Anyway, like I told you earlier, one of the guys own an iPhone, I think. Anyway, these guys were acting all clever and they tried to 'shoot' the door open, via their iPhone guns app. I hated it. All sounds no action, It's like the dog who barked at the hill. Or maybe, they are more like the hyenas who laughed at the lion. Don't get it? Try imagine the lion is eating a dead bull, and the hyenas are just laughing from a distant.

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Don't you think this post is going to be a hell lot longer? I think this post is long enough, so I'll make a quick end to this. By giving you an awkward, out-of-the-place, summary of the whole stories, at the end of the post, in a single paragraph.

Summary: We took the lift, the lift stucked. Everybody wasn't panic but instead grew tired of this lift ordeal. I called the 'brilliant' elevators' company, he said help will be there A.S.A.P. The 5 morons in the elevator were acting like what their name suggest they would. My friend and I opened the door of the elevator only to reveal proves of living organisms there, which we all suggest, victims of the stupid elevator. I called Mr. D who was clearly have not enough hand to help us out. I called the company again, he told me '30 minutes'. After spending roughly about 40 minutes in the lift, help finally arrived. We got out of the lift somewhere around 9.30 PM. 

Gosh, If I knew the whole story can be cut into a single paragraph, I would have done it earlier. Or maybe I just like to exaggerate stuffs and also highlight the undeserving parts of the story. Did I tell you that 'prince charming on a white horse' is so gay? Hrm, never thought about it that way, have you? Daa~~

THOSE FIRST DAYS...

What do you think about 'first day'? People often associate first days with anxiety, social-awkwardness, sadness, betrayal, and even, sadly, love at the first sight. Or what I would call as perverted thing to do in your first day. Anyway, that is what people usually do. And by people, I really do mean myself. 

Somehow I managed to belittle myself in so many wrong way with just a single paragraph. Well what I mean by that last sentence would be 'what I could think of'. I mean things like what I've typed above really do happen in real life. Some guys, especially me always put 'first day' and 'anxiety' side by side. They are like a couple that could not be separated in any possible way. 

Whatever. I'm not going to talk about my first day here. But more like how yesterday became a day filled with 'first day' in something so random. It's definitely not my regular first day, which is, just for your information, every single day. I don't know why I have the tendency to treat every freaking day like a first day. Maybe I have  a self-conscious problem. Maybe a serious one.

So, let begin my story with something fun. Which in a laymen term, money. Hahaha. If you found money, in no way you could think of, as fun, then you really shouldn't be living in this time. You should probably just attempt to turn back the time and go to some kingdom that practice barbaric way of life and barter system. That would really be good for you.

Anyway...

Yesterday was the first day in my life that I've hold a really large sum of money. How large? Only a total of RM 1,500.00 and something cents. Not large enough? Fair enough, but still just how often you get the chance to hold a money that much for 48 hours?

Walked around with that much of money in your clutch (yes I use a clutch instead of some manly wallet made out of crocodile skin that you shot using your Desert Eagle, don't ask me why, I just do) and people, or possible-thief/snatchers not knowing that you have that much of money in it. 

Now, don't get me wrong. That money wasn't for me to spend. Today I added another RM1000.00 into my clutch and finished everything up within seconds. I used it to pay for my one science subject that I'm taking, as I currently adding a sort of illegal subject into my program. It's 'sort of illegal' since I am a sponsored student and my sponsor body didn't know I'm paying for it. I just hope they will not know anything about it. 

Yesterday was also the first day in my life that a girl told me to what I did was gay. Well, imagine what you want whatever I might be doing then, as I know the true story, but it really did went straight to my conscious. It was like some kind of poison, seeping into your heart at the pace of a gold-medalist riding a freaking super fast horse with a freaking huge jet pack. That, is exactly what I felt when she told me that. 

So, what happened is probably not what you have imagined like. I did not stared at some guy while rubbing my chest, or anything. I was lying down on the grass while thinking why the heck I was there at  that particular time. Prior to lying on the grass, I had walked back and forth from my college foyer to the front gate for a good 4 times.

To help you out, I can say that going from the front gate and the foyer, it would be something like a 3 minutes walk, and judging from the pace that I usually walk, it would be around 200 meters? So you can say that I had already walked something more that 300 meters.

Not much of walking I could say. Anyway, since I don't plan on walking, alone, back to my casa (apartment), I chosen to stay with my friends. So that was the reason why I was lying on the grass. Another reason would be that I don't want to hear or see another group of people there who were singing and playing guitar, when both of what they were doing is exactly what I hoped I can do, but sadly my hope is yet to be accomplished. 

Another reason would be because I really don't know where to look at as the field is filled with half naked guys playing the gayest sport ever (soccer) and on the other side of the road, there are gangs of people doing exactly nothing. So I'd rather look at the trees and the sky, which was just shy of shining up. 

While I was lying down on the grass, my friends were on either side of me, talking about something that really don't interest me one bit, some standing, the other some sitting. Suddenly this one big guy (I want to say 'fat', but then...) stood up and made a stupid attempt of faking to run away from me. He turned around, 'rushed' towards me as fast as a dying cat can, then tried to elbow drop my stomach (I've tried finding the correct term, only to find a really gay pic. Gosh, talk about coincidence). 

Although all of his stupid attempts, he still managed to land wrongly. So he inched closer to me, just to really make so that his elbow really did dropped on my stomach. But instead, he choose to just place his arm there. My friends were already looking. For some very odd reason, he went on and move even closer to me. Being the reasonable guy that I was, I ignored him because I know he'd do nothing stupid in front of this so many people when he dubbed himself the title 'ladies man'. More like 'the man who chased around ladies'. 

It turns out to be, even my ability to reason failed me when my girl-friend suddenly cried out

"Sumpah gila gay korang ni..."

That, coming from my girl-friend, really did the job. I lifted my feet, kicked that fat-ass away (I was mad so he is a fat-ass), and immediately jerked-up in the most fashionable way ever. Or so I say. We end up walking to the Pyramid and had dinner there, where I had another one of my 'first day.

Yesterday was my first day of ever eating a Japanese  dish. Okay let me rephrase that, as I've eaten sushi before. That was my first day of ever eating a Japanese noodle dish. Okay that's good. Once we were in Pyramid, we went straight to the food court in Jusco. It's cheaper there. But the bad thing about food court is that you sometimes just lost track of what to eat and your budget and all.

Knowing that I have RM 1,500.00, I wasn't scared at all. So I went to this Japanese food section. They only sells  noodle, so there's no bento set or anything. I really love to try one, but then again I don't know what is a 'kakiage' or 'ebi ten' or even the 'kanuki'. So I asked the guy there. Amazingly enough, they even have the type of noodles used in each dishes, which you can choose. They have udon, soba, and also cha soba. 

Note: If you don't know what the heck I talked about, please remember, there's always Google. Ask him. Or her. Ask IT. I'm sure Google knows everything. Almost. 

So I end up paying RM 7.30 for a Chicken Teriyaki Soba. From what the cook there told me, soba is a noodle made out of oat, although Wikipedia argued that soba is made out of buckwheat flour. Anything is good for me. It turns out to be, the flavour of soba is namely nothing. It doesn't taste anything like oat, nor buckwheat. It taste like, nothing.

But when combined with the heavy taste of soy sauce in the gravy and also my favourite taste of seaweed and two pieces of coloured fish cakes, it taste heavenly. Well, almost. I still thinks that the dish tasted a bit salty, thanks to the soy sauce. But oh well, who cares, it's Japanese, not a Malaysian dish. So I won't argue much.

Yesterday was also my very first day experiencing a stupid incident. It is so stupid, I thought I might just call it as a stupid 'piece-of-shit'. It is so stupid that it is not even worth to be called as an incident. Stupid, yet, amazingly enough, every amusing in it's own way. Let me gives you some hint. 

1) I live in an apartment building. 

2) I live on the 23^rd floor. Total floor is 25, excluding the car park floors (3 floors) and also the ground floor.

3) I uses the elevator (almost) every day to go up or down. 

4) Sometimes, usually in the morning, I'd rather run down the stairs than wait for the elevator to be empty of stupid, loud, stinky bitches.

5) The elevators probably never gone through any inspections of any sort. For years.

So can you guess what's the stupid 'piece-of-shit' that happened to me? Well, let me tell you the story. It happened after the Japanese dish that I had in Pyramid's Jusco. So we went back to Casa by public bus. I kind of separated from my friends. I can't blame them, I walked with such a huge stride, and they have just a normal length of feet. So sad.

Anyway, en route to the lifts, I passed by my friend. He was, also, walking slow. I don't really have the time to ask him all the details of why he was there at that kind of time, so I stride on. I'm wondering whether 'stride on' is a correct term. But still, I moved on. I pressed frantically on the lifts' call button, like there's no tomorrow. There are three call buttons, and 4 lifts. One for each end, while the middle one for the two lifts in the middle. Although I might say that all the call button call all the lifts. 

While frantically calling the lifts via the call button, I noticed that the call button on the left wasn't on. So I went there instead and pressed on it once, calmly. Then I saw my friend. Let just call him N as there will definitely be more friends on the way to the end of this story. 

While waiting fro the lift, my other comrades arrived on the 'waiting bay'. They are F and R. Well, something definitely happened, as suddenly the leftmost lift was open and then people were rushing into it. Inside there were already people, guys to be exact. They looked like jerks to me. 

I went inside with N and F. I noticed R was standing kind of far away from the lift, looking rather shocked that we went inside. I looked over my shoulder, there are definitely spaces, at least enough for a skinny person like him. I was about to call him inside when the lift closed it's door. 

The lift started to move. I ignored almost everything else as I know it would be damn long before it reaches the 23^rd floor. Suddenly, the lift started to make like some stupid noise. And then....... TO BE CONTINUED, as I'm on my way home for Chinese New Year break. Daaa~~

WEIRD DAY...

Today, unlike any other day, was somehow special for me. Well, from the surface, nothing really happened today. I mean, I was not lost in some misguided bus ride, lost without much knowledge of how to get back to the one road that you know, lost without anyone really there to point the right way out to you.


Yet, today is indeed special in it's own way. Probably one of it's own special kind.


Today, I woke up to realize that I had scarred myself. Not like, 'OMG she left me and now I'm here all alone' scarred. I don't even have, own, or share anybody that can really leave me. It is literally scar. It felt like blister, but I can't really see it since it is at my neck, and from my friends observation it is more like a day old blister, all scabbed and stuffs. Yuck. Yesterday morning I woke up and got my middle finger cut, for absolutely no reason, now this. I hope tomorrow I'll wake up to my legs bleeding from some sort of scratch or whatnot.


My Chemistry teacher also seems to have a little bit of a problem today. Well not much actually. I just guess that she was going through her job description, which is to 'educate us' and probably to 'make the student a better man'. She asked me to talk about Valentine's day, and whether we should celebrate it as the usual way or not.


She asked me to talk about whether we should really celebrate it or will we only make all the salesmen rich by us buying their products and stuffs.Although when she first told me what to talk about, a.k.a. Valentine's Day, I already had something at the back of my head.


I wanted to talk about the one day that probably not many people know about. It's about the Rose Bud Festival. People usually only recognised Valentine's Day as the only day to honour your lover, when in fact, every 25th April, every year, you can really do the same thing, all over again, but instead of a whole bunch of flower, you only celebrate it with a single rose, be it fully bloomed or what.


But I might not just talk about that. That is probably boring. Or at least it will be boring if I tell the whole now. 


I've also realized another thing today. That is, usually, there is always some kind of flaws that we human can find in another human. Be it physical, emotional, behavioral, or even the way the other human think. I learned that through ISAT (International Student Admission Test), which is solely for students who are going to universities based in Australia. 


Well, anyway, today we learned about 'logical fallacies'. And through this, I've learned the horrid truth. Every man is for himself, and himself alone. No man can ever satisfy other people while being ignorant of what's happening to himself. Well, at least that is what i thought. My teacher told us that every thought, every word is flawed in a way, and that we should be really careful now in what we are reading as now we know that these flaws exist. 


Although I might add that not all are flawed, but a large amount of it are really flawed, so we should really be careful of what we are reading. You might want to add my blog as the list of what reading sources that you should be careful with. I never thought that I was going to learn this skill ever, but now that I know this is what I'm going to get through ISAT, you can practically say that I am very happy. 


What's more, today I had just renewed my determination of getting myself a guitar. I don;t really know why I want to buy it. I mean, I know that I love to sing with this no good voice of mine, but why I need a guitar is more like a self-satisfaction thing. I mean, I don't really play guitar, heck, I've never even strum a guitar, but with the idea of getting myself a guitar, you can say that I've made my mind on what what to do with my money now. 


My research still have a far way to go. I guess I'm ought to do a lot this coming Chinese New Year's holidays. I heard of this band, the Dashboard Confessional, but I don't really know what song, as in what song that really caught my attention. So I've tried searching for it but then again nothing really sings to me apart from this one song. Well I guess I can really try to search for that song. 


Know any other good song? I could really use new songs in my MP3. But please, no songs that I can;t sing to it because it is in a foreign language. Yuck. I hate people who loves Korean songs, but then again never really know what the heck it means. Not even a single word. Can't seem to find the purpose of listening to it in the first place. 


I guess this is enough of ranting. I could really use a good rest now. Buhbye. Type again if I can find anything worth typing here!

THE WOMEN OF MY LIFE

I know this might seemed weird especially coming from me. I'm talking about nothing other than the fact that I posted a back-to-back, two post in two days time, when in the previous post I argued just how busy and hectic my life was. Well, who cares, because I have an adventure last night and I just have to tell you.

I couldn't do it last night 'cos 1) I don't own a laptop, nor a PC, and 2) if I do own a laptop or a PC, I don't have any mean to connect to the Internet in a very reliable, stable, and happy way. Oh and maybe 3) I don't like begging my friend's to lend me their laptops since I know that 4) if I waited for another several hours like 10 to 12 hours I can go to my college and use the PC there instead.

YAAAYY for explanation of no use what-so-ever!

Anyway, let's go back to the story...

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Last evening, after I've posted my yesterday blog, it was pretty late. Like 7.15 PM late. I know it's not that late, but it's late for me, since I've already missed the I-don't-know-what-time bus. The bus was never on time and had clearly showed us just how well they can bend the bus schedule that we had been following since last year.

Whatever. So, I walked to Sunway Pyramid. Walking there is what you can say a breeze and happy thing to do. They had recently built a canopy walk that connect our university straight to the back door of Sunway Pyramid and the main entrance to the Sunway Lagoon (credit to my BGF who said that that entrance is in fact the main entrance. I just thought the main entrance should be huge and magnificent and filled with splashes of water, not a stupid merry-go-round).

Once inside of the Pyramid, I quickly made my mind, to not to eat here. Because, you see, if I ate there, it can easily cost me something like RM30.00, even more since I only had Carl's Jr. at the back of head and at the pit of my stomach. So I thought, you know what, I gonna run (ride a bus) straight back to casa (apartment) and eat at the cheapest place (my room) and go straight to sleep. If only I knew it wasn't that easy...

So I got to the main entrance of the Pyramid, and then I walked to the bus stop in front. There was, clearly enough, a bus, stopped right in front of it. It was a RapidKL bus, no. U62. I am not that used to riding RapidKL buses, so I went to the driver and asked him, 

Bang, pergi Subang Parade tak? 

The driver nod, and I was totally relieved. I hopped in, paid a RM1.00 and sat beside an unknown guy of an unknown nationality. Which made me realized just how my country is filled with immigrants.

The bus took off shortly after I ride it, and it started to go away. After a while, I realized something. My destination wasn't supposed to be Subang Parade, it was supposed to be The Summit. Shit. But instead of freaking out, shivering, crying, and beating the guy beside me demanding that the bus should stop right there and then, I took the pleasure to just seat and ride the bus to wherever it might take me, knowing that I only had about RM46.00, roughly.

The bus went, from Sunway Pyramid, to Subang Parade, to some highway, and then for all I know, I end up stopping at PKNS Complex in Shah Alam. I was very sure that I know the way back, but just to make sure, I called home. Sadly, my Dad and Mom was out, going somewhere. I hate them for that. Luckily, I didn't have to answer my sister's question of 'Why?', since my Honey Bee called just in time.

Yesterday, my Honey Bee celebrated her 27^th birthday. She was given a 'free call to all number' as her birthday gift from the call plan company. But who cares. She didn't called me 'cos she remembered me. She called me 'cos I said that I really don't mind her forgetting about me after calling 'all' her friends. Meaning I am not her friend. I wonder what am I. Better not be a background character.

Anyway, we talked, and I told her the whole story of my adventure. You can say that she was the first one to know my story. Although she doesn't really know how the story end out to be. Anyway, we practically had a good laugh, and it did an awesome job to calm my already numb heart.  She suggested that I took a cab and go back to Subang Jaya via the KTM. Which was also the first thing that came to my brain, and she had just reconfirmed it.

After that we talked about stupid stuffs, like our stupid ex-schoolmates, our dead ex-schoolmate (he died on the same day as her birthday), and nothing about her ex. But oh well, getting the chance to talk like that was good enough for me. I mean, since last year, I haven't seen her or talk to her for 17 minutes for 7 months now. So it was really a good time to spare, especially when you are currently lost and had no way of going back. Yet.

So I went to KFC, and spent about RM13.00 for a Zinger X-Meal. It was good, but really sad 'cos I could have spent nothing on my dinner if I took the correct bus and asked the correct question. While I was eating, I text my friend. I asked her was she busy. I don't really know why I text her, it just come out of nowhere. I mean, ultimately, I know that I could asked her to pick me up at PKNS, but at the same time I could have just text any other of my friends, preferably a guy. Yet, I still text her.

She said she was eating with her housemate at Banana (restaurant). I told her a part of my story, and continued eating, while texting her. After I was done with my dinner, my Dad called me. Finally, I thought. So I told him what happened today, and he suggested that I walked for some hundreds meter and took the same bus that brought me here 'cos eventually it will go back to Sunway Pyramid.

Since I am such a good son, so I followed his instruction. All the while still texting my friend, talking about whatnot and stuff that just made me wonder. Oh well, so I walked and I walked. I end up going nowhere. Luckily there was this uncle, old (looks like), so I went to him and asked him where is the bus station. He pointed it out specifically for me. From the point of where I was standing with him, that bus station was so far away. So I braved myself and walked all the way till I reached this open space filled with I-don't-know-what.

When I reached there, I got a message from my friend. I read the message and I felt so relieved that I actually text her, and not some other guy (NO!, it's not 'cos I might get my ass screwed if I asked some other guy! Gosh just what are you thinking?!). Her message sounded something like

Eh, kalau kau nak, aku boleh ambil kau dekat PKNS tu. Tapi kau kene tunggu sikit la, boleh?

I've never felt so relieved, knowing that I finally scored my ride back and that I don't have to worry about where the bus was going anymore 'cos I know this 'bus' is so going straight to casa. So I quickly replied saying that I'll definitely buy her a cake from Secret Recipe. Just because there was a freaking Secret Recipe cafe over the road. So I bought her her cake, Chocolate Indulgence to be exact, just because that was easily the tallest cake in the display and I know it would definitely be worth of my RM6.90.

But that was after I went into the SACC mall and walked around a bit, seeing what is the whole idea of shopping in SACC Mall was supposed to be. Turned out shopping there was like shopping in a barren land. They got nothing! Of course they have stuffs and whatnot, but nah, if I was to shop there, I'd rather just buy a balloon. A balloon, nothing more. Probably another Chocolate Indulgence, maybe the whole cake. That would definitely be nice.

So I waited for my friend, in front of the PKNS Complex. The shop lots in the complex was already closed, seems like they didn't open up until ten after all. I thought every freaking shops in mall or complexes closed at ten. Well, whatever. Anyway, I was sitting beside the road, on some decoration thingy that now is used as a stool, I realized that my phone was left with a single bar worth of battery. A freaking single bar. Which made me so damn worried. But who cares. After waiting so long, my friend finally came around.

I can easily recognize her car, what's more the road is clear, not too packed with cars, and the night is dark enough. I can also see three other figures in her car. Which I know, is also my other friends. I guessed she had to bring her companies, which I don't really mind actually. So I bravely crossed the road, a smile plastered to my face, so wide that I actually realized I didn't forced myself to smile that wide. Maybe I was just too relieved.

You can say that I had a very safe ride back home to casa after I slammed the car's door shut.

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Morale of the story? Well, well, well. Clearly, make up your mind before asking something. Don't go to someone, feeling all inferior, speaking just whatever that you felt like speaking. I admit that I actually am not used to ride the RapidKL buses and that made me nervous and was exactly the reason why I blurted out the wrong place.

Note to self: RapidKL buses eat rabbits, not humans.

I've also learned another thing. In my life, especially last night, there was a whole lot of woman involved ad just how amazed I am knowing that I have all these women around me.

When I was lost, I called my home,  a woman answered the phone. She was my sister.

When I really don't know what to tell my sister, a woman called me. It was also her birthday. She was my best friend, a friend that I will have for the rest of my life.

When I was already calmed, a woman called me. She was my Mom, worried about me.

When I was lost again in conclusion, a woman came to rescue me. She was my friend. But I guessed we're ought to be best friends too.

When I was at the verge of freaking out thanks to my phone, a woman text me. She said my friend was driving and told me not to cry. I wasn't. I was just freaking out.

When I finally saw my friend's car, I saw a bunch of woman in there, all came to rescue me. Women whom I called friends. Women who was there for me, although I know they were initially there to laugh at me. I don't care, nor do I mind. They've done me a favour. If laugh at is all I have to face, I'd rather give them more of it.

These are all the women in my life. At least some of them. I owe them big time for last night. I'd repay you women, by promising that I will not forget that night, nor will I ever forget the universal truth. When you are in a deep shit, don't always trust your same-sex companion. They will not always tell you the truth. Of course they might lead you to it, but it will either be to far to reach, or maybe it will just be a little too much for you in the end.

If you have a choice, try asking help from your female friends for a change. I mean, of course unless if you have like a 'bad boy' reputation to keep, then go ahead and just keep trusting your bro's. Sometimes, these girls can't really shut their mouth, who cares, 'cos what I believe is that neither can the boys. At least I know that they can take me safely to MY bed, and even with some condolences and companion along the way. Way to go, girls. Or should I say women...