Yes, today I elect myself as the male leader (simple tasks on Monday classes; get key, open door, switch on the air conditioners, bring them out for a jog, and I get 5 points for free), while a girl elected herself as the female leader. Anyway, today I met this sweet dance partner. Her name's ... Well I've promised not to write names here, didn't I? Ha, ha.
Today, we danced the first 3 moves of rock and roll. Sweet! I never knew rock and roll was this good. However, I still prefer my Latin dance. Sigh. I believe, we will learn that, sooner or later!
Sigh, although today is rather a "lesson-less" day for me - which defines that I am SUPPOSED to be free, but I am not. I have to buy ANOTHER pail (2 pails are not enough), buy accounting prime books, transparencies (for Microeconomics presentations) and English book. Oh, once I get back to my hostel (currently I am in my campus) I will have to wash my clothes (2 pails full dammit!!), sweep the floor (my room mate will mop once he gets back there, he has gone home on last Friday) and call DELL again - this time to purchase the Windows 7 (Home Premium?) OS.
Well, this sums up my plan for today. Bye guys!
Kyrie eleison; Supplicanti parce, Deus.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Aural Class Review and another sub-story
Today, I woke up rather groggily for aural class at 9am and prepared myself for it and went for class at 10am. The teacher was good and rather funny too. For now, Grade 2 is a little good on my side. It is easy for the moment. 3 more lessons to go. As for sight reading, I found the problem, at last. It was not the notes, but the tempo that gives me problem. I am prepared to fail this segment. Hope the other sections help me!
Here comes another sub-story. I've to delete one of my many things to do before I die - reunion dinner. Mom said that she didn't see the need for it, although I'd retorted by saying I saw the need of it. Well, she's my Mom. I should respect her and not impose anything anymore.
Now I've come to full realization that divorce DO really kill the children, altogether with their wishes and dreams. Although things seem perfectly normal (like in my case, that is. I am the best living example for you readers); no I should say things ARE normal. There still is a breach somewhere in between. However, I am not really hurt because, maybe I have made my resolution to live my life to the fullest, or I am more matured compared to any others in my age, for things like this? Let God answer for I have yet to know the answer myself.
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
Here comes another sub-story. I've to delete one of my many things to do before I die - reunion dinner. Mom said that she didn't see the need for it, although I'd retorted by saying I saw the need of it. Well, she's my Mom. I should respect her and not impose anything anymore.
Now I've come to full realization that divorce DO really kill the children, altogether with their wishes and dreams. Although things seem perfectly normal (like in my case, that is. I am the best living example for you readers); no I should say things ARE normal. There still is a breach somewhere in between. However, I am not really hurt because, maybe I have made my resolution to live my life to the fullest, or I am more matured compared to any others in my age, for things like this? Let God answer for I have yet to know the answer myself.
I am nobody but a body with a fantastic soul.
~AdelWoo
As an advice, I really hope people who read my blog would think a lot of times before marrying your loved ones. Don't ever let your children suffer from what you did wrong in the past. They are innocent little beings. This just doesn't worth the pain in their hearts. Future husbands and wifes, please. Do think twice (or more).
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
Hostel Week 3/Lecture Week 2/Tutorial Week 1
It refers to the same week, just the beginning of time is different. Meh, anyway let's start with HOSTEL. It was only 3 weeks, yes but I am rather surprised how (rather) close all of us are already. To volley what my friend said, "for now you will be with us but once you get your friends, you sure will leave us all again.", well Eric, you're very wrong here, boy. Another friend and I thought the same about what you have told us - We're not like what you think we are. Ha, ha.
In hostel, I see and learn many things. First, sociology. Second, independence. Third, knowledge sharing. Fourth, but it should be the most important; friendship in mediocrity. This, I indeed value very much where there is very much lesser complications compared to my "previous" group where everyone, well... Almost everyone? Yeah, they rather misunderstand me quite a lot. Now I am not saying I am self-righteous. I do have my faults too. We give and take, alright?
Lecture 2, things have gone a little deeper. I still can manage. Tutorial Week 1...
Today my ME tutor had ice-broken us and at the same time, my class rep too has established a tutorial group page for us all. I just found out yesterday that I was the only Seremban kid in the whole class. Me, always a special case. Ha, ha. As for group assignments however, it was only 2 days and now (Mom, listen. Your son) I am already a group leader for 2 coursework projects. I see stress is at bay now, invading my PEACE zone soon enough. Stress, the gates are readily opened for you. Come to me and I shall beat you flat.
Today, on my way home after ME tutorial class, my schedule was delayed 30 minutes (or so) due to heavy downpour. Screw it! I then took bus to Wangsa Maju and from there, LRT to Pasar Seni. As soon as I got down the train, I walked to the desired location of Pudu Raya. Upon doing so, I've asked a few people and there was one Chinese old man who had given me the wrong information which led to to somewhere else and there, I met an Indonesian man. He was such a nice person! He brought me all the way to Pudu Raya and upon reaching, he had asked me to take care of myself. I felt blessed. God heard me; on the way to the "wrong direction" before I met this Indonesian man, I passed by a church and I prayed and He answered. So then, I took a bus from Pudu Raya to Seremban. It was only about 1 hour, which is half the time if I board the train. I called my cousin sister to fetch me and I managed to go for my guitar class on time! As soon as I've finished my guitar class, I went to talk to my music school principal regarding my aural classes - my exam is coming really soon. My sight reading still sucks. SIGH! Oh, I bought new sets of strings too!! Just the right timing for my exam. 1 month for the strings to be stabilized.
I had family dinner after that and right now, here I am. Blogging. Imma sleep soon enough, though. Pretty tired with my journey.
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
PS:
1. Guitar exam is on 21st June - I need to apply for leave from my school office next week.
2. I am having my first aural class tomorrow. Wish me luck!
3. I am skipping tomorrow's IA lecture - that explains why I am in Seremban now when most of 1DAC(C) are still there. Chill guys, it's only double entry. I'm positive.
In hostel, I see and learn many things. First, sociology. Second, independence. Third, knowledge sharing. Fourth, but it should be the most important; friendship in mediocrity. This, I indeed value very much where there is very much lesser complications compared to my "previous" group where everyone, well... Almost everyone? Yeah, they rather misunderstand me quite a lot. Now I am not saying I am self-righteous. I do have my faults too. We give and take, alright?
Lecture 2, things have gone a little deeper. I still can manage. Tutorial Week 1...
Today my ME tutor had ice-broken us and at the same time, my class rep too has established a tutorial group page for us all. I just found out yesterday that I was the only Seremban kid in the whole class. Me, always a special case. Ha, ha. As for group assignments however, it was only 2 days and now (Mom, listen. Your son) I am already a group leader for 2 coursework projects. I see stress is at bay now, invading my PEACE zone soon enough. Stress, the gates are readily opened for you. Come to me and I shall beat you flat.
Today, on my way home after ME tutorial class, my schedule was delayed 30 minutes (or so) due to heavy downpour. Screw it! I then took bus to Wangsa Maju and from there, LRT to Pasar Seni. As soon as I got down the train, I walked to the desired location of Pudu Raya. Upon doing so, I've asked a few people and there was one Chinese old man who had given me the wrong information which led to to somewhere else and there, I met an Indonesian man. He was such a nice person! He brought me all the way to Pudu Raya and upon reaching, he had asked me to take care of myself. I felt blessed. God heard me; on the way to the "wrong direction" before I met this Indonesian man, I passed by a church and I prayed and He answered. So then, I took a bus from Pudu Raya to Seremban. It was only about 1 hour, which is half the time if I board the train. I called my cousin sister to fetch me and I managed to go for my guitar class on time! As soon as I've finished my guitar class, I went to talk to my music school principal regarding my aural classes - my exam is coming really soon. My sight reading still sucks. SIGH! Oh, I bought new sets of strings too!! Just the right timing for my exam. 1 month for the strings to be stabilized.
I had family dinner after that and right now, here I am. Blogging. Imma sleep soon enough, though. Pretty tired with my journey.
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
PS:
1. Guitar exam is on 21st June - I need to apply for leave from my school office next week.
2. I am having my first aural class tomorrow. Wish me luck!
3. I am skipping tomorrow's IA lecture - that explains why I am in Seremban now when most of 1DAC(C) are still there. Chill guys, it's only double entry. I'm positive.
Friday, May 13, 2011
I am going to be:
1. A guitarist
2. A science-and-economics minded accountant in work
3. A certified accountant
4. A violist
5. A contemporary dancer (just registered for this course for co-curriculum in college)
6. A deist (which I already am)
Last but not least,
7. A student who tries to get GPA and CGPA of >3.500
God, friends, family. Be with me. Thanks :)
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
2. A science-and-economics minded accountant in work
3. A certified accountant
4. A violist
5. A contemporary dancer (just registered for this course for co-curriculum in college)
6. A deist (which I already am)
Last but not least,
7. A student who tries to get GPA and CGPA of >3.500
God, friends, family. Be with me. Thanks :)
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Over-stressed, probably?
Let's go for a flashback, shall we?
8/5/2011
Let's see. Tomorrow is our first day of lecture and I am to have Introduction of Accounting in the Morning, 10am to 12pm. Then, Ethnic Relation in the evening, 5pm to 6pm. We were jamming in Eric's room all the way until 3am, or so. Final happy moments before I become a full-time nerd.
9/5/2011
Introduction of Accounting was good. The teacher I got was very clear of what she is talking about. In the time between 12pm to 5pm, I did my research in the library, about accounting. Cross referencing books and notes I managed to copy down (although I know that I am going to have my lecture notes, but... No harm done with copying right? It makes my brain work, at least it's better than people just listening to the lecturer without understanding whatever he says)
Ethnic Relation, good point is my lecturer is very happy-go-lucky and sarcastic when he talked about some sensitive issues, meh. That's status quo. Bad point is, no lecture notes for us to read. FML! Now I am hoping for my seniors to get their notes.
10/5/2011
Microeconomics. 8am to 10am. My lecturer is a fun and happy person. I liked that aura I sensed in the hall. He's very knowledgible about the subject he is teaching and he knows how to give proper analogies for us to understand. He said, "Never mind. It's ok if you've not taken Ekonomi Asas before for SPM. We start from zero."
I headed to lunch right after that, and then I took a nap. I had so many weird dreams in ONE hour (or was it two?).
Well, this was what I could remember, (this is quite "dirty", mind you) a guy friend and I were finding a place to have some close-proximity relationship (a.k.a sex or masturbation) in somewhere secluded and then we got into a basement floor of car park, after searching for the right spot for so long. Then, we arrived there and we witnessed a crime scene, the yellow bands were there, police were there. The body wasn't there. Then, everything from the scene melted and I woke up (did I?).
I continued sleeping after taking a sip of water and I noticed that I was wearing a sailor's outfit. White uniform. Black shoes. A scene from Titanic. I was lying flat across the long staircase and I was amazed (when I thought back) that I did not fall or slip down a single bit. Then, The water rose. I could feel my whole body wet (at first) and I was panicked and thought of running away. I couldn't. I half opened my eyes and I was in my room, yes I know I was. Then I closed my eyes again, and the water rose. I wanted to get up from my bed but I couldn't. The water was pulling me downwards. The water was rising up to my chin that moment. I opened my eyes again, wanting to scream but yet I couldn't find the energy to even open my mouth or vibrate my vocal cord. Then, I realised, in the midst of the dream I was actually dry. The water was actually an illusion. It was a dream. I continued sleeping, the water level rose up to my head, my body felt rigid for a moment and everything difused into black nothingness.
This time, I woke up, for real and I had a terrible headache. I decided to pop a tablet of PCM to suppress my pain. Went to bathe, and I felt light again. Now, come to think about it. I strongly feel that it was either God or my inner self, trying to say, "Relax. Take your time, Alex. I will be here for you." As soon as I felt light again, I went to library doing my revision for Microeconomics and I learned a few other things there that my lecturer didn't cover too. It was good. I was happy again.
11/5/2011
I went to watch movie and played bowling with my hostel gang. Yes, undoubtedly I am the youngest in the clique. I know what I am doing. I've done my psychoanalysis for those that I would be close with and they're nice people. No, I shouldn't say nice. Nice is actually a bad word to describe people before 18th century.
Latin nescius (“ignorant, not knowing”); compare nescire (“to know not, be ignorant of”) ne (“not”) + scire (“to know”).
Let's just call them, decent people. Yup. I am very happy and grateful to know them. At night, Granny called (because I told her I am going to watch movie with my friends here) and she started lecturing me again. Don't tell your friends that you have such amount in your FD. Don't tell your friends you take alcohol. Don't tell this, don't tell that. I simply retort by saying: I know what I am doing. At the end of the call, I felt depressed, instead of happy.
I called my cousin sister to talk about this and I cried quite badly (I was grateful that my room mate was not there). I then noticed, I was not hating Granny but afraid of her passing away. The sense of belonging in me is too strong. I think I should learn to detach myself now, so that I would not feel depressingly bad when my SOLE supporter ever since Dad went to the UK and everyone else went on their own roads, passes away. I need courage and I shall sow courage in me now.
12/5/2011
Here I am. Blogging about my recent updates. Praise to the Lord, my faith in Him is still unshaken. My philosophy in life is still in me. Nothing bad has changed in me. I only changed for better. I learn more here. I am happy. I AM happy.
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
8/5/2011
Let's see. Tomorrow is our first day of lecture and I am to have Introduction of Accounting in the Morning, 10am to 12pm. Then, Ethnic Relation in the evening, 5pm to 6pm. We were jamming in Eric's room all the way until 3am, or so. Final happy moments before I become a full-time nerd.
9/5/2011
Introduction of Accounting was good. The teacher I got was very clear of what she is talking about. In the time between 12pm to 5pm, I did my research in the library, about accounting. Cross referencing books and notes I managed to copy down (although I know that I am going to have my lecture notes, but... No harm done with copying right? It makes my brain work, at least it's better than people just listening to the lecturer without understanding whatever he says)
Ethnic Relation, good point is my lecturer is very happy-go-lucky and sarcastic when he talked about some sensitive issues, meh. That's status quo. Bad point is, no lecture notes for us to read. FML! Now I am hoping for my seniors to get their notes.
10/5/2011
Microeconomics. 8am to 10am. My lecturer is a fun and happy person. I liked that aura I sensed in the hall. He's very knowledgible about the subject he is teaching and he knows how to give proper analogies for us to understand. He said, "Never mind. It's ok if you've not taken Ekonomi Asas before for SPM. We start from zero."
I headed to lunch right after that, and then I took a nap. I had so many weird dreams in ONE hour (or was it two?).
Well, this was what I could remember, (this is quite "dirty", mind you) a guy friend and I were finding a place to have some close-proximity relationship (a.k.a sex or masturbation) in somewhere secluded and then we got into a basement floor of car park, after searching for the right spot for so long. Then, we arrived there and we witnessed a crime scene, the yellow bands were there, police were there. The body wasn't there. Then, everything from the scene melted and I woke up (did I?).
I continued sleeping after taking a sip of water and I noticed that I was wearing a sailor's outfit. White uniform. Black shoes. A scene from Titanic. I was lying flat across the long staircase and I was amazed (when I thought back) that I did not fall or slip down a single bit. Then, The water rose. I could feel my whole body wet (at first) and I was panicked and thought of running away. I couldn't. I half opened my eyes and I was in my room, yes I know I was. Then I closed my eyes again, and the water rose. I wanted to get up from my bed but I couldn't. The water was pulling me downwards. The water was rising up to my chin that moment. I opened my eyes again, wanting to scream but yet I couldn't find the energy to even open my mouth or vibrate my vocal cord. Then, I realised, in the midst of the dream I was actually dry. The water was actually an illusion. It was a dream. I continued sleeping, the water level rose up to my head, my body felt rigid for a moment and everything difused into black nothingness.
This time, I woke up, for real and I had a terrible headache. I decided to pop a tablet of PCM to suppress my pain. Went to bathe, and I felt light again. Now, come to think about it. I strongly feel that it was either God or my inner self, trying to say, "Relax. Take your time, Alex. I will be here for you." As soon as I felt light again, I went to library doing my revision for Microeconomics and I learned a few other things there that my lecturer didn't cover too. It was good. I was happy again.
11/5/2011
I went to watch movie and played bowling with my hostel gang. Yes, undoubtedly I am the youngest in the clique. I know what I am doing. I've done my psychoanalysis for those that I would be close with and they're nice people. No, I shouldn't say nice. Nice is actually a bad word to describe people before 18th century.
Latin nescius (“ignorant, not knowing”); compare nescire (“to know not, be ignorant of”) ne (“not”) + scire (“to know”).
Let's just call them, decent people. Yup. I am very happy and grateful to know them. At night, Granny called (because I told her I am going to watch movie with my friends here) and she started lecturing me again. Don't tell your friends that you have such amount in your FD. Don't tell your friends you take alcohol. Don't tell this, don't tell that. I simply retort by saying: I know what I am doing. At the end of the call, I felt depressed, instead of happy.
I called my cousin sister to talk about this and I cried quite badly (I was grateful that my room mate was not there). I then noticed, I was not hating Granny but afraid of her passing away. The sense of belonging in me is too strong. I think I should learn to detach myself now, so that I would not feel depressingly bad when my SOLE supporter ever since Dad went to the UK and everyone else went on their own roads, passes away. I need courage and I shall sow courage in me now.
12/5/2011
Here I am. Blogging about my recent updates. Praise to the Lord, my faith in Him is still unshaken. My philosophy in life is still in me. Nothing bad has changed in me. I only changed for better. I learn more here. I am happy. I AM happy.
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
Monday, May 9, 2011
WHAT THE BLOODY HELL???!!!!!
Yes, guys I am sorry for my loud cussing up there. It is just too frustrating that I didn't know how to even take care of my laptop. Now it is crashed. FML exactly. So, this week when I get back to my hometown, I will send my laptop for a repair, sadly this is not under warranty - software problem. Served me right. DAMN, I know. It was so heartbreaking to know that, you see!!
And yesterday, Eric and his room mate, and another friend and I were all enjoying our late new year. Today, is the beginning of the new year. For me. Beginning of Semester 1 for 1 DAC. I've just ended my lecture a few hours ago and now I am in the library to check on references and to do my revision for today's lecture. Yes, people might think I am insane for pushing myself so hard but... THIS IS ME. Deal with it.
Well later at 5pm, I am going to attend another lecture regarding Ethical Relationship (which I have no idea what the heck it is going to be like!) and going for dinner right after that with my hostel gang. At the same time, my hostel gang is swimming when I am attending lecture. Meh!
So, wish me all the best for the future, as I will toast a glass of wine for all of you. Cheers!!
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
And yesterday, Eric and his room mate, and another friend and I were all enjoying our late new year. Today, is the beginning of the new year. For me. Beginning of Semester 1 for 1 DAC. I've just ended my lecture a few hours ago and now I am in the library to check on references and to do my revision for today's lecture. Yes, people might think I am insane for pushing myself so hard but... THIS IS ME. Deal with it.
Well later at 5pm, I am going to attend another lecture regarding Ethical Relationship (which I have no idea what the heck it is going to be like!) and going for dinner right after that with my hostel gang. At the same time, my hostel gang is swimming when I am attending lecture. Meh!
So, wish me all the best for the future, as I will toast a glass of wine for all of you. Cheers!!
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
HOSTEL!!!
Yippee! I am finally going back to my hostel tomorrow. I am not trying to say I hate living here, I just am happier there because I can be independent in my own life. Perhaps, people think I am insane for saying this but well. This is just me. You know something? I have been wanting to do my own laundry since I was 13 years old and I rarely had the chance because DAD asked Granny to do MY laundry so that I could focus on my studies. That was epic, seriously!
Well, in hostel, I have changed quite a lot. I've grown to be less attached to people around me (which clearly reduces my depression meter), I've grown to talk better to strangers. I've grown better to suit myself in groups of unknown people (as compared to JUST a week before hostel, I was so preserved to my own social clique that I don't dare venturing about other cliques)!
Yes, I am happy there; I am happy here too. I am happy on both places.
Conclusion? God heard me.
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
PS: I have made some changes in my side bar. Please be sure to check them. Oh and I feel blessed that I have someone (Eric) to share one of my many things to do before I die - to get a DSLR. So, I am not alone on this. That's good, right?
Well, in hostel, I have changed quite a lot. I've grown to be less attached to people around me (which clearly reduces my depression meter), I've grown to talk better to strangers. I've grown better to suit myself in groups of unknown people (as compared to JUST a week before hostel, I was so preserved to my own social clique that I don't dare venturing about other cliques)!
Yes, I am happy there; I am happy here too. I am happy on both places.
Conclusion? God heard me.
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
PS: I have made some changes in my side bar. Please be sure to check them. Oh and I feel blessed that I have someone (Eric) to share one of my many things to do before I die - to get a DSLR. So, I am not alone on this. That's good, right?
Saturday, May 7, 2011
My ex-friends?
Well yeah, it is pretty weird to call them this. Specifically three of them. I used to be in a big noisy group in school and I hang out with them almost every single time they organised something, however, things changed since the second week of March. I realised that I have to safe money for college. Well, what can I say? These people (but dominantly the three I am referring to) started talking behind my back, which I honestly found it heartbreaking. I dumbly deactivated my account to avoid them.
Well then, 7th April where I went for the mass gathering in Sunway Pyramid, I had never expected myself to be away from the whole group now. To be honest, but I knew somehow, things between me and the three of them are rather... not in really good terms. So, I didn't talk much to these three, but continued with the whole gang playing and shopping.
Last two weeks were the final blow where I had enough of the (so-called) insults. It all happened in Facebook - the group that I was in it. (Note that A,B and C are the people whom I have some minor issues with)
A (on wall post): Should we invite M into our group?
Me: Tell me a reason :)
A: Like duh, he hangs out with us more often than you do.
Me: Alright then. Put him in, and I'll go out. I'm outta here.
And from this line below, I did a sneak peak from someone else's account. They have not expected me to know of this, at all.
B: Did he just kicked himself out of the group?
M: I hope it is not because of me.
A: No, it's my comment. It's quite harsh.
B: So now are we supposed to invite him in again? Are we to cry or celebrate his leave?
A: YAHOO!!!!!!
Then comes this good friend, N who defended me without knowing I would read it again.
N: Hey guys. Please don't say this. Although he could be irritating at times, he is still our friend.
C: Sometimes? No, wait. It's all the times!
...
So folks, you see now how I felt? I did not block them on Facebook fore mere reasons. Well, I might be immature for not talking things out and left everyone so dumbfounded but yeah, I am hurt. People do unexpected and often offensive things when they are hurt. Don't you agree?
Some who reads this now might think that I am rather stupid too and they might suggest to pretend things don't happen. I am sorry because this is not who I am. Things happen. Yes they do. I don't pretend it doesn't.
I regret not listening to Kevin earlier. He did say that my group consisted of 80% plastics. Well, not that much, as a matter of fact, but even 1% of plastic now is enough to make me flee from them. I do not wish to go for plastic bags. Go green, yes.
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
Well then, 7th April where I went for the mass gathering in Sunway Pyramid, I had never expected myself to be away from the whole group now. To be honest, but I knew somehow, things between me and the three of them are rather... not in really good terms. So, I didn't talk much to these three, but continued with the whole gang playing and shopping.
Last two weeks were the final blow where I had enough of the (so-called) insults. It all happened in Facebook - the group that I was in it. (Note that A,B and C are the people whom I have some minor issues with)
A (on wall post): Should we invite M into our group?
Me: Tell me a reason :)
A: Like duh, he hangs out with us more often than you do.
Me: Alright then. Put him in, and I'll go out. I'm outta here.
And from this line below, I did a sneak peak from someone else's account. They have not expected me to know of this, at all.
B: Did he just kicked himself out of the group?
M: I hope it is not because of me.
A: No, it's my comment. It's quite harsh.
B: So now are we supposed to invite him in again? Are we to cry or celebrate his leave?
A: YAHOO!!!!!!
Then comes this good friend, N who defended me without knowing I would read it again.
N: Hey guys. Please don't say this. Although he could be irritating at times, he is still our friend.
C: Sometimes? No, wait. It's all the times!
...
So folks, you see now how I felt? I did not block them on Facebook fore mere reasons. Well, I might be immature for not talking things out and left everyone so dumbfounded but yeah, I am hurt. People do unexpected and often offensive things when they are hurt. Don't you agree?
Some who reads this now might think that I am rather stupid too and they might suggest to pretend things don't happen. I am sorry because this is not who I am. Things happen. Yes they do. I don't pretend it doesn't.
I regret not listening to Kevin earlier. He did say that my group consisted of 80% plastics. Well, not that much, as a matter of fact, but even 1% of plastic now is enough to make me flee from them. I do not wish to go for plastic bags. Go green, yes.
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Adult Content Warning
Yes, folks. I have officially made my blog an Adult Content blog. If you're thinking of pornography, I am sorry to disappoint you.
I feel that I filter too much vital informations that I would like to share to anyone I like through this blog. Yes, I know I am always radical in my own ways but I am no extremist, no worries. So what I am gonna do in future is this:
1. Of course to update readers about my life
2. Since I've set the adult content warning, "The blog that you are about to view may contain content only suitable for adults." So please, think maturely. Not like an adult, as I am not one fully grown adult myself. Just think maturely and stand on the fence and ponder my view (as my views are most of the time, on the fence)
I do not wanna hear people crying or reporting about me because it is radical (I will not put names whom I have misunderstanding with. I will try not to, because it is simply too bad for doing so) and mildly offensive. I promise you I will not scold these people with foul language unless they really deserve it, because by saying these words like fuck, motherfucking asshole... Just somehow makes me look dumb-ER.
Thank you. Stay tuned.
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
I feel that I filter too much vital informations that I would like to share to anyone I like through this blog. Yes, I know I am always radical in my own ways but I am no extremist, no worries. So what I am gonna do in future is this:
1. Of course to update readers about my life
2. Since I've set the adult content warning, "The blog that you are about to view may contain content only suitable for adults." So please, think maturely. Not like an adult, as I am not one fully grown adult myself. Just think maturely and stand on the fence and ponder my view (as my views are most of the time, on the fence)
I do not wanna hear people crying or reporting about me because it is radical (I will not put names whom I have misunderstanding with. I will try not to, because it is simply too bad for doing so) and mildly offensive. I promise you I will not scold these people with foul language unless they really deserve it, because by saying these words like fuck, motherfucking asshole... Just somehow makes me look dumb-ER.
Thank you. Stay tuned.
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Over-thinking and Hostel Day 5
This is reason number 2 I hate being me. When I am rather close to people and even when they show their sense of distaste to someone or something else, I would be offended. Yeah, I know. I am a bitch. That is inevitable.
But reason number 1 I hate being me: I imprint.
THIS IS JUST TOO INTOLERABLE for me, no. I would not say for me. I would say for him - Alex. Too many unrequitedlove affections with too many people. I hope I am not talking nonsense here. I am really REALLY afraid I have done my imprinting already. Dammit. Alex, salva me. Domine, salva me fons pietatis.
I think I should sleep. Yeah. Otherwise, people who read my blog would be offended or worse, misunderstand me.
>Today's Mass Call was very tiring. However, tomorrow will be even tiring. I will be waking up at 7am and get ready for my orientation programs tomorrow. Hostel tonight. Dinner outside with 3 other friends. Then I spent my lifeless night in Eric's room again. Another few hours there. I am a little afraid that he somehow... detests my presence. Well, I wouldn't know about how they would think of it right? Let's just hope not.
Placebo effect: No, no. It will not be. I am sure of this!
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
But reason number 1 I hate being me:
THIS IS JUST TOO INTOLERABLE for me, no. I would not say for me. I would say for him - Alex. Too many unrequited
I think I should sleep. Yeah. Otherwise, people who read my blog would be offended or worse, misunderstand me.
>Today's Mass Call was very tiring. However, tomorrow will be even tiring. I will be waking up at 7am and get ready for my orientation programs tomorrow. Hostel tonight. Dinner outside with 3 other friends. Then I spent my lifeless night in Eric's room again. Another few hours there. I am a little afraid that he somehow... detests my presence. Well, I wouldn't know about how they would think of it right? Let's just hope not.
Placebo effect: No, no. It will not be. I am sure of this!
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Hostel Day 3
Day 2 was supercalifragilisticespialidociously DULL and DEAD!!! So, I wouldn't have ANYTHING at all to say, in fact I doubt I did anything memorable.
Today was rather better. Remember the cute guy who helped me with the check-in? He knocked my door around 6pm. Before 6pm, my life was rather dull and dead also. Yeah and so he knocked my door and asked me out for dinner with him and some other people. Like I've said: in college, Sociology 101 is vital.
And when it was about 7pm, 10 of us dined together. I can't remember the exact number, so let's just put it that way, shall we? We dined and we talked all the way till 8.30pm. Right after that, we went back into our hostel and I went to that cute guy's room (don't worry, the door was not closed) and talked and then went to other people's rooms and talked to them, getting to know them more and stuffs and I again (as lifeless as I could get) went to his room again (oh, he's Rick), and continued chatting all the way until now (about 1.30am).
I've finally decided not to disturb him, as everyone needs some privacy. Right now, I am here blogging, talking with Aruna via Facebook and that's basically it. I'm still thinking whether should I read Wuthering Heights tonight.
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
PS: I am indeed very lucky to get this block. These people are really cool. God heard me.
Today was rather better. Remember the cute guy who helped me with the check-in? He knocked my door around 6pm. Before 6pm, my life was rather dull and dead also. Yeah and so he knocked my door and asked me out for dinner with him and some other people. Like I've said: in college, Sociology 101 is vital.
And when it was about 7pm, 10 of us dined together. I can't remember the exact number, so let's just put it that way, shall we? We dined and we talked all the way till 8.30pm. Right after that, we went back into our hostel and I went to that cute guy's room (don't worry, the door was not closed) and talked and then went to other people's rooms and talked to them, getting to know them more and stuffs and I again (as lifeless as I could get) went to his room again (oh, he's Rick), and continued chatting all the way until now (about 1.30am).
I've finally decided not to disturb him, as everyone needs some privacy. Right now, I am here blogging, talking with Aruna via Facebook and that's basically it. I'm still thinking whether should I read Wuthering Heights tonight.
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
PS: I am indeed very lucky to get this block. These people are really cool. God heard me.
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