Sunday, October 22, 2006

Smelling like the cafeteria...

When everyone starts smelling like the cafeteria...

You know that its after lunch hour.

You know that the cafeteria have just been deodorised by stink-absorbing students.

You know that the clock tower will chime more than 2 times from then on.

You know that some students are glad to have finished their classes for the day.

You know that others are more than ready to nap in the classroom for the following classes.

You know everyone is, yet again, complaining about bad food.

You know everyone has just gone a little bit poorer.

You know everyone's dying to bathe.

You know everyone's trousers/ skirt has just got tighter.

But...!
All the above doesn't matter.

The cafeteria still STINKS!

Why, oh why must they cook inside? They should really upgrade the ventilation system. Students are suffocating in there. Many brain cells died with every inhalation of cafeteria air. Blame the cafeteria for bad grades!

Being the sole provider for food on campus, hence limiting our food choices to a maximum, the least they could do is provide DECENT EDIBLE food. After all, they'll be earning off the pockets of most of the campus population, and unfortunately for some, 3 times a day, for a whole year! So they shink, we all know that. What we also know is that their food is, sad to say, nowhere near edible. The same old servings everyday, every meal. The same bad taste, and worse, the same naughty staff.

I must say I'm more than extremely glad to have a talented accountant-in-the-making cum chef to be living with us in Number 58. To our delight, Lynnette whips up mouthwatering dishes occasionally to share with us. What I'd usually do is to "tar pao" plain rice from the cafeteria back up to the kitchen, where I know delicious food will be waiting for me to savour. But there will always be several mischievious Indian fellas who would always try to test my patience.

Case 1: Conversation with Indian Dude #1
"Nasi putih biase, bungkus."
*He scoops just a spoonful into the styrofoam container, much to my annoyance*
"Tak cukup lah, bagi banyak sikit..."
*He adds half a bowl of rice*
"tambah lagi satu mangkuk, boleh tak?"
*He stares wide eyed at me, then says...*
"Ah moi, jangan makan banyak sangat, nanti gemuk"
*I smile and try very very hard not to show him 3 of my fingers*

Case 2: Conversation with Indian Dude #2
"Nasi putih, saje. Berapa?"
"Lima Ringgit, kak."
"Haha, jangan main lah, cakap betul-betul, berapa?"
*He shows me a yellowish toohty grin*
"Satu ringgit lah."
*Again, I try to hold those 3 fingers to myself, sighing about my hard luck with meeting staff like that.*

Why me??? I don't see them bugging the others... *sob sob*

I don't like the cafeteria. I've got that set in my mind. The constant hassle of having to trade crisp real money for monopoly-like paper money is annoying enough to irritate me after a long day of classes. I may or may not be biased. Go figure.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

the tale of me and jewelleries...

HAPPY 13th BIRTHDAY to MUN MUN!!!

Just in case some of you don't know, Suet Mun is my other younger sister.



Haha, this is a VERY ancient photo, back in June 2005, one of my favourites though. She's the rascal on the far right.

Let me introduce the Trio: We have SnowBell (me), SnowFlake (Suet Wah), and SnowKiss (Suet Mun)

Teeheehee... The Snow Sistahz! For Mandarin Noobs out there, the word Snow is derived from our mandarin names, and translations will give you these very adorable names!

This inspired us to get a Snowy gift for our little sister.



A SnowFlake necklace! There goes several of my lunches. It was worth it. She's a big girl now, at 13 years old. Getting gifts are not exactly my forte, but jewelleries are a safe choice, for girls especially. Except for...

...ME.

Eversince I was little, I remember Mom would force me to wear some hideous looking gold coloured (not sure if they really are gold, never asked) necklaces, especially during functions. And oh, how much did I dreaded those chains! I would tug and tug and eventually get it off whenever she has her attention somewhere else. Don't tell me it's pretty, I don't like stuff hanging on my neck. On my ears too! As you may have guessed by now, she did try to force me to pierce my ears. Thank God I was (and still am) as stubborn as a mule, and never gave in to her demand. I don't see any point in puncturing any part of my body just so I can poke something through for the sake of looking pretty. What's even more ridiculous, is spending money to puncture ear lobes, suffer the pain, then spend even more moolah on buying stuff to cover the hole you've just created. With opportunistic bloodsucking entrepreneurs haunting our streets, they prey on women's thirst for cutesy, shiny, and "pretty" stuff to decorate themselves, charging a bomb for every little thing.

Necklaces, earrings, bracelets, rings.... latest ones include belly rings, nose rings... God knows what's next. Seriously, is it really that pretty? I don't see why wearing these are gonna make you seem more attractive. Trust me on this, most guys won't even notice if you wear earrings. They also dont' really care if you accessories match your outfit. Yes, my dears, they can be THAT insensitive, reality IS harsh. In addition to the fact that we're in Malaysia, be well adorned in such accessories, and you'll risk bring the prime target of snatch-thieves.

This, in my opinion is what I call unnecessary indulgence. All in the name of beauty? Bullshit. Beware, I'm not your ordinary girly girl. I kick, and yeah, I bite too. Challenge me?

Mixed Feelings

Brilliant, just brilliant! I forgot to bring back my phone cable from campus again. I am such a smartass. No pictures for this entry then.

"Life is a rollercoaster..." Ronan Keating sings.

Sometimes I wonder if life would be much different if humans aren't "blessed" with emotions. They are complicated, and tough on the human brain. Feelings change, from time to time, place to place, sometimes it does the body good, sometimes it does harm. If sadness ceases to exist, humans will never know what happiness truly means, and vice versa.

Sure, happiness and other feelings that fall into that category does the body good. Although in peculiar little ways, only Mother Nature can come up with. Not forgetting the addictive psychological effect it has on humans. It only creates more lust for happiness, enticing cravings for the same feelings, or even something more powerful than the previous, just to feed human's selfish needs. Everyone's after happiness as they think it is bliss.

But I beg to differ.

Happiness is pure evil. Its existence mean nothing more than a temptation for vulnerable humans. To achieve hapiness, humans discovered disappointment, sadness. Psychological endurance are pushed to edging limits, in more unfortunate cases, it pulled some human's venture for happiness to an ultimate halt. In the pursuit of "happiness", many have endured endless sufferings of various degrees. Those who have experienced it claim to have accepted it willingly in the name of sacrification. I wonder did anyone ever question whether it is worthwhile to continue working hard toward the goal of achieving "happiness". Especially when so many people whom I dearly love are not having the time of their lives, solely because they feel "happiness" have eluded them.

But, what do I know? I'm just a confused 17 year old suffering from mixed feelings right now. I shall pour my heart out on this entry.

I'm happy because:
- I'm back home, eating good food, and living comfortably.
- The duckies are big and strong.
- My new roomies and I are getting along very well indeed, and we're making strong bonds. (Suddenly I felt like I was talking about chemistry.)
- I can shoot basketballs quite decently now.
- Mun's finally turning 13 today.
- I get to eat cakes today!
- I like the BoA CD Ken lent me.
- I got several new decent chat buddies.

I'm upset because:
- Mom's sick.
- I'm sick too. This period thing is dreadfully painful, wish I don't have a Nervous System.
- Work in university is piling up badly, and I don't understand a thing.
- I've got a moron for a lecturer. Yes, he is THAT bad.
- Yuen might be leaving us.
- I miss the old chicken.
- A couple who were my nannies when I was young passed away. (Missed you guys dearly.)
- My favourite bedside lamp is damaged beyond repair.
- My handphone has a slight scratch on it because I so cleverly put it in the same compartment where I would find my keys.
- There aren't any F1 races this week.
- I have yet to watch The Devil Wears Prada.

There. It's all out. Laugh at my stupidity.

Friday, October 06, 2006

Lab safety induction

Supposed to post on Wednesday, but I can't seem to post on campus, which is bloody annoying. Treat it as Wednesday.

As conventional as this phrase has thus far turned out to be,

I had a WEIRD day in university yesterday.

Not the least bit catchy, I know. Nerding after class hours has currently drained out most of my brain juices anyway. Please be warned that loads of sleep inducing entries are coming in your way.

It's been some time, since the day I first stepped into Room 58. Settling so far, has be quite a breeze, thankfully, with great new roomies being so hospitable and all. I started off waking up slightly after sun rise, when it gets just a little too hot to snore. Growing accustomed to the unavailability of air conditioners, with a little help from boring yet exhausting (forcing eyelids open takes a great deal of energy and self perseverance) classes, I am back to my regular self, when sleeping way past bed time is my forte. And so is, slapping the alarm into snooze mode to ring after 10 minutes.

Today's our first Lab Safety Induction, our virgin visit to the labs. I see equipments, loads of them, looking arrogantly high-tech, spanking new ones, super shiny!!! Ooo... the overwhelmed feeling kept me from even laying a nail on them. As per prediction, all of us sat through a series of lullabies speeches by several lecturers. However, that wasn't the highlight of the day.

We got FREE lab coats + goggles!!! Lo and behold...



Showing yours truly with my flat mate cum course mate, Snowy =)...

Future pharmacists, so what if we're not exactly the pros yet. At the very least, we LOOK PRO. Wakakaka...

Unlike several Future Mechanical Engineers...



A very big baby, sucking thumbs and drinking from milk bottles. Ang gu gu...



And two very gay ones, Hafriz & Seetho, see them wearing the couples outfit? I will not be surprised to meet a certain Seetho Jr. bin Hafriz soon. Just to point out, Jie Qiang is innocent, he just happened to be in the picture.



I thought our campus of 101-acres is a very large area. Note: Thought (past tense). Now, I think this place is microscopic. I can't stay on a campus a day, without bumping into these fellas several times a day. Gah~ I was just talking about the boys, when they suddenly turned up at the restaurant where I was having lunch. This particular incident repeated itself for my entire lunching session with my course mates. A certain lecturer, a specific dude who has gained much attention recently for all the wrong reasons, a particular friend... Motivated, I chanted Kimi Raikkonen's name. I guess it doesn’t take a genius to know that disappointment followed right after. Who am I kidding? Just because it coincidently happened that whoever I mentioned happened to appear right before my eyes the next second, doesn't mean it will happen again. Well, it didn't, not when I WANT IT to.

Classes ceased after lunch, and I was thinking of forcing out some sweat. That would release some of the tension from the old crackling joints. Somehow, the sports complex was jam packed, there was no space, we had not enough racquets and balls. I ended up having one of the weirdest conversations thus far on campus. Wanna know how bad it was? There were moments of silence, which was broken later one by "Hmm... today's weather is very nice." What is this? That's gotta be the first, that's gotta be the worse. We were clouded with intense awkwardness in the air. Which left me rather confused at the end of the day.

If there's one thing about staying on campus that changed me, it would be that during my free time in the room, I would drown myself in stacks of notes between thick books. This is where I find solace. An opportunity to go into deep thought for a moment or two, then brushing it off with intense revision. You can say it keeps me from losing my sanity. As noisy as I may be, I do need some moments of silence to... I don't know... delve in silence. Nerding continued till 1 am. I would never have been able to achieve it at home. This will be a little thing I shall be proud of. Following the disappointment of my A Levels results, I morphed all negativity into motivation & determination. Thank God for optimism.

With spending a little time afterwards, fooling around in cyberspace, I went to bed contented, ready to take one another day.