Southern Style

'So what's happening'?" Lula asked.
'This couple's goin' on a date to Hawaii,' said Sailor. 'The girl chose him over two other guys.'
'Don't the reject guys get anythin'?'
'Gift certificates to Kentucky Fried Chicken,' Sailor said.
'That don't seem fair,' said Lula.
'Hell why should The Datin' Game be different from real life?' asked Sailor. 'At least them boys is gonna get something' to eat.'

-The Wild Life of Sailor and Lula, Barry Gifford

back to where we started. the beginning of my relationship with apple and it's wondrous creations.

that is the very first iPod shuffle, yo! ol' skool so cool.

as you know, my iPod nano is dead and gone (t.i. and j.t. 'dead and gone' wtf). maybe not dead, but most certainly gone =( which is why i have to use this ol' skool priceless (literally!) life saver. it keeps me company when studying. brings me joy that words cannot describe.

final paper coming soon!

and a date with megan fox right after ;)

drinks after? bwahahahaha...

i miss being able to listen to my songs anywhere and everywhere.

i miss knowing that i have at least one piece of comfort with me wherever i go.

i miss my ipod nano and i don't even have a photo to remember it by.

=( *wipes tears*

i have all this great blog ideas to blog about but when i sit my ass in front of a blank page, i go blank.

i think i should get a blackberry? yes? no? then i can blog anytime anywhere.

failed excuse in justifying why i should get such a canggih phone.

i hate it when the connection starts to lag and pages don't load like they're supposed to. hello, in the 21st century already. connection must keep up with the times. this is not the dial-up era. omg, do you even remember those? i so remember having to dial the connection and waiting for it to be connected.

that's what is should be. back in the days. not now NOW. future people. keep up with the program please. how can we be stuck with lagging connections?

i always go online and face the same old problem. but i guess it's better than no connection at all. sometimes i have good connection, sometimes i have terrible horrendous connection. you win some, you lose some.

oh wells.

by next week friday, i will be done done DONE with semester 1 =D

today's yumcha session was a very surprising one. i met a long lost friend. primary school friend to be exact. classmates in standard 1 and 2. i still remember, the four of us always together. ahh..memories. this was like...ZOMG!!! 14 years ago +_____+ i'm so old. i'm old enough to say 14 years ago wtf.

isn't it wonderful how small the world is? how one person can be friends with this person and then ka-boom you find out they're friends with this other person. 6 degrees of separation LOL.

overactive imagination turns reality. for real.

you know how you sometimes play the worst case scenario in your head when you're doing something? like say, you're walking down the street, you sometimes imagine someone's gonna come from nowhere and grab your bag. or sometimes when you're watching a movie and something tragic happens, you imagine what would you do if you were in the same situation. but at the end of the day, just before you lay your head to sleep, nothing bad ever really happens and it was all just you being paranoid of the world. heck, you think you have an overactive imagination. as if everyone out there is out to get you. look, she's using that handphone, she's wearing that necklace. everyone is suddenly out to take something from you.

well.

guess what?

overactive imagination finally decided to become reality. if you don't know already - facebook very good way to let the world know what happened - i was robbed.

don't worry. i'm fine. the bastard - from now onwards, whatever derogatory name i can think of will be used to describe the son of a bitch - only took my things. he didn't lay a finger on me. i can only thank God for that because only God knows what would have happened to me.

i was sleeping when it happened. deep sleep somemore if i could sleep through whatever commotion the motherfucker made when he was happily shopping in my room. so that was probably wise of me. the sleeping part. i dare not think what would happen if i woke up while he was in my room. okay, let's not go there. mental pictures are appearing in my head now.

the incident probably happened around 3-4am. now i'm wondering. how could he see in the dark? the window blinds were closed and i sleep with the lights off. damn that fucking asshole.

i feel violated. i was 'attacked' when i was most vulnerable. do you know how vulnerable you are when you are sleeping? okay. i should stop. mental images of possible ifs are appearing.

DAMN THAT FUCKTARD.

i'm still reeling with geramness at what happened. suddenly you think of 'oh i should have kept this and that in the drawer/cupboard'. CRAP LAH. it's done and over with. nothing can change that but then you still think of what you should have done. fuck this lah. i'm not supposed to feel like this.

i only got up when my dad came up to my room and asked me if i kept my jewellery box in the room. at first, when he asked, the question didn't really register. i think i mumbled a no saying i never took any box out of my room. then he persisted with another question of i kept anything in a the red box that was on my dresser. since i was already rudely awaken by a question that seemed nonsensical at 7.50 AM, i went to see the box in the other room. that was when i saw that ALL my accesories were GONE. i then rushed back to my room and realized one of my bag was missing. and then the other missing items were taken note of. watch and camera all gone. handphone which was on my bedside table, no prizes for correct answer, MISSING! FUCK THE SON OF A BITCH. he was THAT close to me. my bedside table. my head lying inches away from the table. DAMN THAT MOTHER FUCKER.

i don't know whether to laugh or cry when i saw my mac was safely on the table.

further inspection really made me wonder if i should laugh or cry. my pendrive was missing. my pendrive filled with assignments and lecture notes was missing but my laptop was still on my study table. the other joy in this otherwise terrible tragedy that has ever befallen me. hopefully the only one. i don't think i can take it if i have to go through this another time.

i can't remember what i felt. but after awhile i started to get mad. the first thought was probably 'GREAT, this had to happen during my exam period lah!'

yes. there i was worrying about authorship and THIS had to happen.

one day lost. and as if i can read now. i have all this geramness still in me and the what if scenarios keep playing in my head.

and i'm actually quite paranoid now. what if he comes back again since it was so easy the first time?

and i just found out just now that one of the kitchen knife is missing. OMG HE HAD A KNIFE WHEN HE WAS IN MY ROOM. I COULD HAVE BEEN dot dot dot...

the funny thing is, for the past 15 years i was living in a non-gated area. my old place was next to a main road. robberies happened outside my house NOT in it. now, i'm living in a gated area and 6 months later, for the first time in my entire life, i was robbed. goes to show that nothing is really as it seems. you think you're safe and protected just cause you're living in an area with high walls surrounding your area and 2 security guards guarding the ONLY entry and exit point of your area. you could never be more wrong.

now, my door is locked and i'm gonna sleep with the lights on.

i am totally digging capital fm's playlist right now. the music they're playing is making me wanna get up and dance and drink and be merry.

damn those exams.

and a bug just crawled up my leg.

it's now lying semi-crushed in the dustbin.

E-E-W. gross!

sucks but i have to watch another hitchcock film if i wanna answer a hitchcock related question for my exam. i'm afraid to watch vertigo alone. i don't know what to expect.

i wish it was xmas cos i want a blackberry.

i also want that pair of heels i am lusting after. but they don' have 'em in my size anymore. if you were a good salesperson, you would try and console me by recommending me another pair which has similarities with the pair i covet or maybe a pair which is better than the one i wanted.

but you're not.

not many people love their jobs. i hope i'll love whatever i get myself into.

I am colorblind

Coffee black and egg white

Pull me out from inside

I am ready

I am taffy stuck and tongue tied
Stutter shook and uptight

Pull me out from inside

I am ready

I am fine

I am covered in skin

No one gets to come in

Pull me out from inside

I am folded and unfolded and unfolding

I am colorblind

Coffee black and egg white

Pull me out from inside

I am ready

I am fine

~Colorblind [Counting Crows]

i have a lot of things to say but i...don't know how to put them in words. right now, my mind is just jumbled up with so much i don't know how to organize them. all over the place, fighting to be in the front of the line, trying to get my attention. and all i can do is let 'em float around and wait for 'em to settle down.

waiting for the dust to settle.

but i can say this. i handed up my final assignment! woot woot.

one down baybee and another to go! can i get a woot woot?

once i complete this final assignment, i'll be home free. sorta. who can escape exams? but nevermind. once that's done with, its the holidaaaays baybeeeeeee....

shake-a shake-a boom boom.

last week of classes and then its exams and then its 3 weeks of break and then the cycle repeats.

oh joy.