saturday and guilt

it's saturday again.

i went out yesterday with jason after the post.

we went to petaling street to get some stuff 

for the chinese traditional dance competition.

(i'm an amateur traditional dancer too. *gasps*)

the shop was closed when we got there.

so we went to the alley nearby and had a long missed bowl of 

beef koey teow~~ *yum*

went to central market to try and find selina's present.

what the heck can i get for this girl?!

then since i dun wanna go back to the lonely room so soon,

we went to KLCC.

shopped around, again, trying very hard

to find something that we can give her.

we even went to the extent of wanting to buy her

tiaras and feathery pens. 

(say thank you we didn't.)

while we were on our way to the lrt station,

i saw a blogger whose blog i read.

damn disappointed.

she's not as pretty as she is in her photos.

i'm sure it's her.

she was with her sister.

damn faker.

our last station was midvalley.

went to buy the bag that i saw the day before.

can't get it outta my head.

juz had to have it. and voila~

finished painting the gimik for PKB.

finally, at 3.30 in the morning.

she looks ugly. 

like Janet Jackson with her brother's nose.

went out today with my sister.

totally didn't expected it.

her bf called coz she was driving.

she wanted to get her blouse back.

said she was going to ikano and asked if i wanna go.

by that time, 

i kinda just woke up.

haven't did nothing.

she was at KL gate already!

so i rushed to take my bath and went out without any makeup what so ever.

of course i brought my tools.

finished it in the car coz there was a little jam.

went shopping in ikea for her bf's new room.

very bored.

was sms-ing all the while.

still tried to find something for a present. failed.

then we finished and went shoe shopping for awhile,

then, sakae sushi!! 

went to the flea market to find the present,

but got myself a bangle thing instead. FML.

i was feeling quite down for these few days.

was going to watch a very sloppy chick flick in my lonely room

with the lights off and everything,

you know, 

indulge in my own sadness.

but then,

out of nowhere, a thought struck me.

i remembered someone still loves me.

not the friendship love but the real love love.

and it made me feel better.

though we'll never make it,

and i haven't really thank you for telling me

(i know it needs alot of courage)

i just wanna say

I LOVE YOU TOO MR. JOHNNY ONG!!

(you know which kind of love)

merci beaucoup!!

ok, back to indulging myself in a sloppy chick flick 

before i drag myself down for the dance practice later..

that's what J_fish has to say~ Au Revoir~~

p.s. phrase of the post. 

merci beaucoup (pronounced m-air-si bo-ku)= thanks alot.

abandoned

i am alone in college.

the feeling sucks. 

am i not a friends of yours anymore?

this happened before.

closing yourselves up again.

this time, 

i don't care anymore.

new shoes, bad luck and everything in between

skipped class today.

i guess i just postponed last week plan to today,

though it seriously wasn't planned for today.

i just couldn't find a place to print my assignment

that i have to pass up today.

so my lazy and evil bone keep whispering to me

"skip the darn class, skip the darn class"

and since the good angle is always the weak one,

i listen to him.

so off i went.

to midvalley without telling anyone prior.

not even myself.

without any makeup. *gasps*

made a note to put some makeup on wherever i go.

went to buy shoes and stuff for mab.

i utilised my right as a consumer by using all the (good) makeup testers that i can find.

stood at the carrefour makeup counter then when the guard stared at me,

i moved to the pharmacy next to Manhattan FM.

walked around for the whole day

and finally found a pair of shoes that's perfect for me.

(the others were either out of size or out of budget)

4 inch black wedges!!  from Carlo Rino.

they're shoes are not so nice after i bought the last pair from them.

this pair is darn plain and normal,

and expensive.

i have no idea why i suddenly bought it.

it was like the sales girl put a spell on me.

but at least i liked it. ALOT.

maybe my feet were the ones who put the spell.

they refuse to walk around anymore.

after i walk out the door of the shop with the over sized bag in my hands,

i was like: what? i bought it already?!

bought a tube top.

finally bought a hair dryer too.

the sales girl wasn't nice.

when i wanted to pay,

i almost used 2 RM50 notes to pay

then i remembered that i have RM10 notes

so i used them instead.

i regret making that decision.

coz when i went and almost bought selina's brithday present

(frankly asked her what she wanted and she frankly replied she didn't want anything)

(but i decided to buy something anyway)

i found out that the RM50 note was GONE!!

YES!! GONE!!!

the best guess is i dropped it somewhere when i was pulling something else from my pocket.

Darn! should've spent that stupid money!

that's what J_fish has to cry about~ Au Revoir~

p.s. my phone's broken... i'm in love with SE Elm which is still "coming soon"

hope it's "coming very very soon"

why 80?

there's this 80% attendance rule here. 

80% of attendance so that you can sit for exams.

if you're absent for more than so many times, 

come back next sem/year.

i'm not sure if it's in other unis, but i seriously think that it's a silly thing.

why?

1. some ppl go and sign the attendance then they just run off

2. some ppl don't even go and sign. they ask others to do it

3. it's not fair for those who really went

4. a whole lot of ppl go to class just for the attendance

5. those ppl disturb others who WANT to listen to the lecturers

    - they talk, whisper, pak tor, do weird stuff.. etc

6. there is no direct connection between going to class and scoring in exams

    - some smart asses can score just by reading the notes.

    - some lects do posts the notes online.

7. we're old enough to know what is important

    - if we're not wise enough to choose it just means we don't care what turns out on the result slip.

8. not everyone sees a doctor when they're sick

    - some ppl *ahem* just have low blood pressure, making it hard to get up for early morning classes.

    - some ppl might just not feel well during a perticular time period and is better after resting.

    - some ppl are lazy to walk to 12th college even if they're sick

    - some ppl are lazy to walk to somewhere we can get on a bus

    - some ppl juz dun like waiting (the bus, the van, the ever continuing queue) when they're sick. they'd rather stay in bed and have enough rest.

    - they don't accept MC from private clinics... WHY?! 

9.

9 is left blank so that you can put in your won excuse.

so there you have it. 8 (or 9) reasons why the 80% rule is stupid. 

i want feedback ppl!

   

we are the champions

i know i know,

another new post?!

hey, it just came to my mind.

if i don't blog it i'll forget it forever!

then i'll have nothing to blog about in half a day's time~!

how terrible will that be!

back to the topic.

YES, we.

if you are a university student.

i think we are the champions of hectic lives.

let's face it.

the people who've graduated say that it's the nicest part of life.

i think so too.

but i think working life is a lot less hectic compared to ours.

for example,

if you are the normal office worker, 

not the bring-your-job-home type,

you surely have more free time than we do.

1. we have to go to classes

2. after classes we have homework

3. then we have a never ending stream of assignments AND tests

4. we have really slow internet connection which make finishing assignments hard

5. then we have posts that we hold in clubs

6. then we have activities that we're either forced to or volunteerily join

in which we hold posts 

in which we have more work to do

7. then we have to help friends with their activities

8. and last but VERY IMPORTANT,

     

we have facebook addiction. 

well, a whole lot of us.

and if we flunk we have to go through that all over again!! 

that's why we should NEVER fail!

no matter how bimbo-ish you are.

and another thing is, we don't get paid!!!

ok, most of us still live with our parents,

but hey... erm.....

the bottom line is, we don't get paid!!

if you are the normal-don't-bring-home-your-work OL or OM,

after work everything ends....

.... right?

end of that post.

change topic.

i'm becoming such a narcissist.

i guess that's because i once saw a book,

(yes, saw. i didn't read it)

the title is "being a narcissist is better than having low self esteem"

in mandarin, 自恋总比自卑好。

yes, i agree.

if the people around you can't give you enough love,

simply love urself more!

go shopping with yourself,

sing k with yourself,

do what make u happy by urself~

it sounds sad,

but that's the ugly truth.

why wait for people to love you when you can love urself best?

that's what J_fish thinks~ Au Revoir~

p.s. i've decided to share french words with ya'll.

word of the post~


c'est la vie= this is life.

second, third, fourth.....

more attempts on photo editing. 

i think i'm getting better at it. 

i blame the program when the pictures don't turn out clear.

i'm not using photoshop.

do we have to buy it?

or is there a legal free download version?

tell me please... >____________<

look at the difference between the original and edited.

am addicted.

i think i look better without my signature apple chin..

that's what J_fish has to show~ Au Revoir~

confession 1

*WARNING*

this entry is long compare to the others. if you fall asleep easily reading long, boring texts, 

run now! 

 i won't notice your escape.

changed the name of my blog.

i do think i'm becoming a bimbo.

i don't know if people are born to be bimbos

or they can BECOME bimbos.

but of course,

you don't find bimbos in uni very often.

most of them go to colleges instead.

maybe my parents sent me to uni coz they've foreseen this.

this is the start of my new self acclaimed self.

bimbo or not,

i still have to live the normal, considerably boring life

where winning 500 coins in pet society

is the most interesting thing that happened.

normally i only get no more than 200 coins.

anyway,

why can't i find friends that like to do what i like.

shopping, dressing up, make-up, editing my photos,

watching movies, go clubbing, worry about boys,

dream of more adventurous lives,

wasting time on anything but studies....

and the dots go on.

i guess it's really hard to find people like that in unis.

nope, my best friends are nothing near that.

but i get along with them anyway.

that's why,

i shall finish my 3 years of "jail time" on time,

be set free,

and find friends that are not from unis.

who say that people who study in colleges are less intelligent?

they could be equally intelligent but.... have richer parents who discriminate the public uni system.

i don't really know if public unis are better or the blood sucking ones.

they're both unfair when it comes to taking in the students.

the private ones look at your the depth of your bank accounts and the public ones...

look at a particular square you thick in those forms.

nothing is honest and transparent here.

people must think of me as a bimbo coz i talk about having a bf non-stop.

understand me.

it's actually something like a vicious cycle.

i know i talk a lot of crap.

my friends ignore me when i do that.

i feel isolated 

therefor, 

i would like to find someone 

who loves me enough to listen to my crapping 24/7

give response when i do it,

and still love me.

voila!

make sense? 

i know my friends love me,

but not to that extent i guess.

i don't need someone rich.

i just need someone that can live like i do.

i don't even need him to pay.

i can support my own lifestyle thank you.

or rather, my dad can.

like the song says,

all i need is love.

and time.

for the moment.

i think i just feel lonely.

the saddest thing is i'm surrounded by so many wonderful people and yet,

i feel lonely.

i'm sure of what i want to become after i graduate now.

translator. and blogger.

i can even throw in my skills and sell hand made stuff too.

surely don't want an office job if i can help it.

it's boring and sad. 

even though i might get some very interesting colleagues,

the working hours will kill me.

i need to work on my own time.

i don't think i'll go back to butterworth to work.

i guess i like kl more,

even though the traffic kills once in a while.

but if i work free lance,

i can go out whenever i want, can't i. 

about being a bimbo,

well, a bimbo is someone who is attractive but stupid, usually girls.

since i'm not really attractive, nor stupid,

i guess i can just be considered as an amateur bimbo.

crapping ends here.

that's what J_fish wants to confess as an amateur bimbo~ Au Revoir~