Friday 31 July 2009

Mat rempits, how I loathe you.

MYTH: Mat rempits are to be exalted and have films made in their honour.
FACT: Mat rempits are the scum of society. They deserve nothing.

MYTH: Mat rempits are misunderstood and they can help prevent crimes.
FACT: Mat rempits are not misunderstood and they cause majority of the crimes here.

MYTH: I like mat rempits.
FACT: I EFFING LOATHE MAT REMPITS.


Why am I talking about this now?

Thanks to this stupid minah rempit, the following things happened while we took my mother to the hospital for a blood test:
01. As a result of her incessant honking at nothing, my dad turned around for a split-second to see what was going on and did not see the Satria in front of him stopped to give way to another driver to overtake, therefore knocking into the back of said Satria.

02. As a result of the knock, I fell forwards and hit my right arm on the driver's seat. Right now, my right arm is STILL sore to the point I can't lift the arm up.

03. As a result of the knock, the Satria was damaged in the sense that it needed a new paint job. My dad came back and asked me for RM50 so that he could pay the man as he had no small change.

04. As a result of the knock and this STUPID FUCKING REMPIT, my arm is hurt, my dad's car is slightly damaged and I am broke.

05. As a result of all these things, I was NOT able to buy this pretty set of Staedtler fineliner pens that cost RM52. I have been holding out on getting this fineliner pen set because of a lack of financial resources on my end.

So near, yet so far. =(

If this rempit had no space to ride her motorcycle during the morning traffic, I wouldn't have minded her honking because she has a legitimate reason.


BUT NO.

SHE WAS HONKING AT NOTHING. SHE ONLY HONKED PERSISTENTLY BECAUSE SHE WANTED PEOPLE TO NOTICE SHE WAS COMING AND THAT THEY SHOULDN'T KNOCK INTO HER.


THERE WAS AMPLE OF SPACE FOR HER TO GO THROUGH AMIDST THE INSANE TRAFFIC. SHE HAD NO REASON TO HONK SO MUCH.


FUCK YOU, REMPITS. YOU CAUSE NOTHING BUT PAIN.

PAIN IN MY ARMS.
PAIN IN MY ASS.
PAIN IN MY POCKETS.

OUCH.

Wednesday 29 July 2009

Four-for-one.

Hey, you four?

I've been single for four years. That's a record.

It's okay. I am happy. I will find that one true thing. Sooner or later.

I celebrated that record last night and on Sunday.

You people know how shoes, books and stationery, and food are the answers to all my problems.

Luis Garcia drinks Sangria. FACT.


Best tandoori and naan combo ever.


I cannot function without these pens. I am not lying.


My NEW gladiator shoes, which actually came in my size. Unlike people, I can wait for most things. Delayed gratification is the way to go. YES.

So, do not worry about me. Your calls, texts, online messages keep me intact and not wanting to burst into tears or spontaneously combust.

I learn a lot from him. Don't fret.


Thank YOU, YOU, YOU AND YOU. Just for being yourselves.


With people like you four, who needs silly boys with the four-letter word called 'LUST' written on their foreheads?

Sunday 26 July 2009

Gone too soon.

Dear Grim Reaper,

First, you took Farrah Fawcett.

Then, you took Michael Jackson.

Now, you just had to waltz your way into Malaysia and take Yasmin Ahmad away from us.

COULD YOU PLEASE QUIT WHILE YOU ARE AHEAD? STOP TAKING THESE PEOPLE WHO HAVE MADE A SIGNIFICANT IMPACT ON MY LIFE AND VALUES. IT HURTS.

No love,
-RH-


RIP, Yasmin Ahmad. You will be sorely missed. Thank you for the touching TV festival ads for Petronas and the amazing movies that are pretty much the story of my life. 'Rabun' will always be my favourite movie of yours. There is no one quite like you. Innalillah.

Some memorable adverts from her:




Rest in peace, the amazing storyteller.

Friday 24 July 2009

I was only faithful by day.

Hello, world. I know I fail in terms of updating and I sincerely apologise for that.

It's just that playing Kingdom Hearts on the PS2 is far more exciting than typing an entry. It's a lot easier to kill the villains than to think of what exactly I should type for an entry.


This is going to be a random and pointless entry that has a little bit of fangirling in it.

You have been warned.


Remember Michael Johns?


Besides David Cook, he is one of my favourite American Idol contestants. I remembered him as 'the hot Australian guy'.


He can sing. Looks good. Australian. What's not to like?

He sings beautiful songs that (sometimes) make me cry.

I threw a hissy fit when he got eliminated way too early on the show because he deserved to be somewhere in the top 4.


But he is doing well and has an album out (which I simply cannot get my hands on because IT IS NOT SOLD HERE).

Anyway, back to my real story now. Because my favourite person on the show said he likes Arsenal FC, May and I made it our personal mission to find out which team 'the glossy Aussie' likes.

Yesterday, we discovered the long-awaited answer to our question.


HE IS A CHELSEA FAN. YOU CANNOT ARGUE WITH ME.


He was at the Chelsea-Inter Milan match in LA and he sang the national anthem.

OH MY GOD.

HE WAS WITH MY CHELSEA BOYS AND JOSE MOURINHO.



HELL YES. I AM VICTORIOUS.



To channel my inner Skizzy the Scouse chick:
MIKE JOHNS IS A CHELSEA FAN, WHATEVER YOU SAY IS INVALID.


Sorry, I wrote this because I have been loathing myself the last few weeks and I wanted to post something that made me happy to take my mind off the problems I'm having.

I'll be okay. Don't I always end up okay?

Saturday 18 July 2009

I know it won't come in a shotglass.

"You know what? Boys like that 'stalker boy' go from girl to girl until they get lucky"
"Too bad you were the flavour of the month of May"
"Flavour of the month"
"Uh-huh. Sorry, love"
"It's okay. I hope I was some chocolate-flavoured dessert though. You know, since you said I was the flavour of the month of May"
"I am amazed. You're usually bawling over something related to football or that Jembalang fellow, but you NEVER cry over a boy in your love life"
"I find it a complete waste of time. Boys who break your heart aren't worth your tears"
"You speak the truth"
"You bet I do!"
"Still, it sucks"
"May, it's okay if it didn't work out. I have plenty of things to be happy and thankful for this year"
"You really paid attention to what the priest said, huh? Have you spoken to Buddha yet?"
"HAHAHAHAHA. He came to me and said I'm awesome"
"You are and you definitely deserve better than boys"
"If I were Baloo and Mowgli were a girl, I would totally go back to the man-village and smack her senses and make her live in the jungle and be a good jungle citizen"
"See? You're crazy-awesome. Stay that way, unless you're in public"
"Note taken, ma'am"
"Besides, I have a new lover for you"
"Kiko Macheda?"
"COUGAR!"
"What? Oh, so I can't look but you can?"
"You like older men so stick to this guy, you would love him"

"VERY APPROPRIATE SONG. BUT I WOULD CHANGE IT TO DR.PEPPER!"
"What? WHY?"
"Suramerayamajja pamadatthana veramani sikkhapadam samadiyami (I undertake the precept to refrain from intoxicating drinks and drugs which lead to carelessness). The priest also told me this"
"WHEN DID YOU EVER LISTEN TO THIS PRECEPT? I KNOW YOU DON'T"
"WHO'S GONNA BUY THE DRINKS? UH, YOU, BITCH!"
"Hush, bench! You shouldn't be corrupting me anyway!"
"Oh no, you didn't!"
"Yes"
"Whatever"
"You know I love you"
"You're lucky the feeling is mutual"
"Thank you for being overly concerned over my non-existent love life, but I am alright"
"I know. I just...it's like my maternal instincts just kicked a gear up now that I'm a mother. I'm extra protective of people I love"
"I know you are, but it's okay. I am okay. If I am not, I'll call you"
"Just call my name, babe, and I'll be there"
"This was our theme song back in Form 2"
"I miss those days"
"This song has never struck a chord with me that hard until the day MJ died"
"I cried when people sang this or when I heard the original on the radio"
"You and me both"
"Sigh. Shows how far we've come and how long we've known each other"
"And now I feel old"
"You're still older than me, so it's all good"
"You're definitely better than okay, Schnitzel"
"I told you. I'm a tough cookie"
"ENOUGH WITH THE PUNS"
"You're quick"
"And sleepy"
"Okay, I'm off to bed"
"Just know I'm here whenever you need me, I'll wait for you"
"And look who's talking about puns"
"FINE. You know what to do"
"Yes"
"Good night and remember, I love you"
"Good night to you too. Love you!"


Note: I don't drink Jack Daniels. She just thought the song was apt given my current situation. The talk of priests and Buddhist precepts were some things I observed from a visit to commemorate the dearly departed. Please do not question my faith in my religion or whatever that is related to it. You do not know me well enough to know my stand on things to base your illogical and invalid assumptions. You can take your morals and preach it to someone else. Baskets. This is merely a conversation fueled heavily on crack made of chocolate and wine (the latter was obviously meant for her) just for laughs.

Wednesday 15 July 2009

Quote of the century.

"Had I not become a footballer, I think I would have been a virgin."
Peter Crouch's honest answer in a Soccer AM interview.


I don't even know.


Pointless post served its purpose. Toodles.

Monday 13 July 2009

Life is good and the boys are stupid.

I am finally free for a month and a half. To be honest, it's the first time in the span of two years that I ACTUALLY feel like I am on holiday. It feels fantastic.

It is also quite frightening in the sense that come September until December, I will be done with this. University. Assignments. Exams.

I refuse to add in 'Learning' as well because as we all know it, learning is an everyday process. You NEVER stop once you're out of the four walls of the place of education.

It will be bittersweet once it all ends. I will grow taller in more ways than one. I will miss my friends who have stuck with me for the last 3 or 4 years; sharing the grouses and pains and loves and jokes that happened all throughout those years.

Am I ready for what's up straight ahead?
Am I ready for the working world?
Am I ready for a new beginning?


I don't know but I'm optimistic to a fault.

*****
Okay, back from Port of Pointless Nostalgia.

One of the things that has been nagging me is the whole PPSMI issue.

Reverting it back to Malay makes no logic, sense or cents. You have to look at it in the long run.

Yes, I understand that this aims to help the kids in the rural areas, but just think about it.

When you go to university, they are NOT going to teach you in Malay. Majority of them don't, I think. If you ever plan on working overseas, you need to have a basic grasp of the language.

HECK, THE SYLLABUS OVERSEAS LOOKS FAR INTERESTING THAN OURS, OKAY.

6 years of implementation cannot yield significant result, hello. What do you people think this is? IF NOT, WHY THE HECK IS NATIONAL SERVICE STILL IMPLEMENTED?!

I think Dr.M's blog makes more sense than most people do.

I was fortunate enough to have my dad instill the importance of learning English way early as a child. He reasoned that since we were all going to learn Malay in ALMOST EVERY SUBJECT in school, we might as well learn English. A lot of people thought we (my brother and I) were being snobby because we spoke English.

I had teachers (school and tuition) who often used English and Malay to teach me Maths, Science, Chemistry and Physics. So, that was an added advantage for me.

Come to think of it, I have plenty to thank my dad and certain teachers for. I would have really wanted to learn the two subjects in English (no, I am not crazy). It would have further helped me in university.

You will NOT lose your identity if you speak English. Who gave you that logic? We only choose to forget it because we want to. When people start blaming other things for a loss of identity, it really annoys me to no end. You should have faith as strong as the faith that you have in religion (or whatever you choose to firmly believe in) that YOU WILL NOT LOSE YOURSELF in learning something that is good for you.

HOW IN THE WORLD ARE WE TO BE GLOCAL MALAYSIANS IF WE GO BACKWARDS?

You can agree or disagree with me, but this is what I have to say about it. Please respect it.

*****
Speaking of things I hate about Malaysians, this time it is about food.

*Sid the sloth makes a cameo appearance and sings*
FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD!

Thank you, Sid.

Yesterday, I went to the temple with my dad for the yearly memorial services for my late aunts.

I liked going there to celebrate the departed. It makes me thankful for all that I have and remember them for all that they have done for me before they passed away.

Yesterday, the prayer hall was a little crowded because there was a family who was there to celebrate someone's 60th birthday.

The priest was amusing because he was being adorable and said some things that made me giggle because "OMG THAT IS SO REAL LIFE!". I glanced at my dad a couple of times and he kind of gave me a knowing look. "COME HERE AND TALK TO BUDDHA EVERY WEEK!" haha.

Then, before the final prayers, we're supposed to serve the priest food for lunch. So, I really wanted to serve them something (I don't know, vegetables or rice or curry) to earn some brownie points for being a decent human being.

BUT OMG. You should have seen the other family (the one celebrating the birthday) RUSHING AND PUSHING to serve the food.

It was madness of epic proportions. I kid you not.

I gave up and sat with my nieces and nephews. To hell with brownie points.
Okay. I made up the lost brownie points by giving the priest an offering in the form of money.

Then, once the prayers were over, we all got to eat.

NOT BEFORE THIS OTHER FAMILY DECIDED TO OFFER SOME SOUVENIRS/OFFERINGS IN THE FORM OF COLGATE, HANSAPLAST, CHINESE LAXATIVES TO THE PRIEST.

BEST PART? IT WAS ALL VIDEOTAPED AND PHOTOGRAPHED.

I'll be honest with you. I absolutely find it tacky and distasteful if you donate something for a good cause while posing for a video. It makes me think you're an insincere person.

I don't know, I always get this feeling when people do that. That makes me crazy, I know.

So, it was finally time to eat.

I saw yoghurt that was being offered to the priests being taken back and put into pouches.

WTF. If you offer something to the priest, it's not really meant to be taken back for your consumption.

What's worse was that they were picking at food like a swarm of vultures picking at a carcass. No, really. They were cutting queues and pushing people who were looking for food.

I swear to God if my dad hadn't taken a packet of nasi lemak for me, I wouldn't have eaten at all. I would've eaten some grapes because no one was looking at that.

It was insane. It is inappropriate (but somewhat okay) had this been some open house function. BUT THIS WAS FOR A PRAYER SERVICE HELD IN A PLACE OF WORSHIP CALLED A TEMPLE.

Where do you people keep your common sense?!

I saw this rainbow-coloured jelly AND some KFC chicken and being a little shameless, I was looking for it. BUT I FOUND NONE. It was all for the family who celebrated this lady's 60th birthday.

I know I shouldn't complain, but we shared our food we brought for the temple with everyone, why couldn't they share their food with us?

I was so annoyed. I wanted to slap someone.

Hopefully, the next prayer service will NOT be held with another family because I know the same shit will happen on a different day.

*****
Have a pretty kitty on me.

I am naming this fierce and sexy one 'Adam' for reasons you should not know.

Time to figure out what to do now. Toodles.

Saturday 4 July 2009

I flailed. Hard.

I JUST FINISHED MY ETHICS PAPER AND I COME HOME TO THIS BEING POSTED ON MY TWITTER AND FACEBOOK ACCOUNTS.


THIS HAPPENED.

MY TWO FAVOURITE PEOPLE ON STAGE. RYAN SINGING 'TIME OF MY LIFE' TO DAVID.


CAN YOU TELL I AM SO RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY?



I have been wanting to see them on tour TOGETHER since May of last year. I got my wish and now this happens. It's kind of insane, I can't even put it in words.


For the last two days, I have been crying because I was just so upset over things that weren't even my fault.

After seeing that video, I am crying happy tears. My cheeks are hurting from this stupid grin I have on my face. My heart is swelling of happiness.


David Cook and Ryan Star, I freaking love you with every fibre of my being. Keep on being the awesome and amazing people that you are. You two have no idea how much you make me happy just seeing that. I am lucky to have had the chance to have some kind of contact with either one of you. Thank you for the experience and thank you for this. I may be living vicariously through other people's videos but just knowing that I had the similar chance of that is good enough for me.

Thank you for making me smile again.

*sleeps with this*

Wednesday 1 July 2009

Oh my Ra, it's made of gold.

I have successfully finished reading my Ethics textbook. EPIC PROGRESS.
Next up, Cross-Cultural!

I haven't been anywhere else except for the library or the reading room or even Subway. I'm there from 8:30AM until 5:00PM. I only do it because if I study at home, I'll be distracted by a few things. What those distractions may be, I am not telling you. I do NOT want to be held responsible if you get distracted as well.

The last time I went out and had an awesome time was on Saturday with the MYwn girls, even if it was like only for a short while. It was fun. I adore them, they make me feel normal.

It's okay if I don't go out. I have priorities. Delayed gratification is my best friend.


I know I should feel good that I am on track with my studies and other random things.

However, something caught my attention and dampened my spirits.

The Indonesian immigrant sent me this e-mail about the sugar level in the food we typically consume daily.

I am sad to announce that I am ashamed of myself.

I drink fresh orange juice EVERYDAY.

Typically, my mother cuts about 8 oranges and I make the juice (I do everything, except for the cutting because hello, remember the insane fear of knives?). For each orange she cuts, I have to put in a spoonful of sugar. So, that would mean that I typically put in 8 spoons of sugar. With the 6 cubes of sugar there for one orange, that would be 48 cubes of sugar. Add them up together and you get a total of 56 cubes of sugar in a single glass of fresh orange juice.

Which is equivalent to...

4 pieces of Cinnabon cinnamon rolls.

Yesterday, I had watermelon slices after lunch.


That was equivalent to four and a half cubes of sugar.

Today, I had this after lunch.

18 1/2 cubes of sugar.

I am leading such an unhealthy life. No wonder my father is secretly worried about my daily sugar intake (and I thought the doctor said I was nowhere near the diabetic line).

Sigh. Truly an FML moment, no?

I'm going to eat this from tomorrow onwards.



Oh, well. I'm going to stare at this pretty boy named Tomas Rosicky playing the guitar to feel less guilty.

Schnitzel, I think I'm in love with you (and your hair).

You know what? I think that MLIA.

*For the uninitiated, MLIA = My Life is Average; FML = Fuck My Life. God, keep up, people!