Saturday, March 26, 2011

an old-fashioned, chucklesome rom-com XD

Does sex make it impossible for men and women to be true friends?

Harry:I've been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you.
Sally: What?
Harry: I love you.
Sally: How do you expect me to respond to this?
Harry: How about, 'You love me too'?
Sally: How about, 'I'm leaving.'
Harry: Doesn't what I've said mean anything to you?
Sally: I'm sorry Harry, I know it's New Year's Eve, I know you're feeling lonely, but you can't just show up here, tell me you love me and expect everything to be all right. It doesn't work that way.
Harry: Well how does it work?
Sally: I don't know, but not this way.
Harry: Well how about this way. I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out, I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich, I love when you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts, I love that after I've spent the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to begin as soon as possible.
Sally: That's just like you, Harry, you make it impossible to hate you; and I really hate you, I really hate you 

source: when Harry met Sally (1989)

Friday, March 25, 2011

a note to stand

I've got plenty of things to do but i keep hold it back, pretending that i've got all the time in this world. i am back to whine. i know it is terrible for one to complain and whine, but i am so tired of everything. the world tires me, the problems make me weary. the financial makes me unhappy like an old lady. troubles made me aging. i am not a 22-year-old young lady but a 40-year-old maid. 

right now, being with mom is the only thing i am thinking of. helping her with her daily routine with hopes it can take away all of her burden is what i am wanting to do. i hate my life. life is fucking unfair. and now being sick does not make me think of God. i know that there is a saying that a better life is somewhere out there, you just have to wait and keep on survive to reach there. what if i am tired of struggling with life? what if i need a rest and a little entertainment? what if i need a long good break to be clearheaded?

i should not give up. i know that.

so here's a note to myself, please keep holding on and please believe to yourself that one day you shall be successful. your mom will be proud of you. your family will be living happily. others will no longer underestimate your family. someone shall spare you the love that you never get from father. you shall be the happiest person in life. so believe that.

p/s: today's weather as solemn as my heart

Sunday, March 13, 2011

happy Sunday to you

i just had the soul breakfast.

this is a bloody good movie. i, myself am not a big fan of footballs. be in a group of boys who talk on footballs, i have had first to declare my ignorant of this footballs and balls thingies in which what i would certainly do in this odd condition,  was remaining silent or devilishly changing the topic. 

but this is a bloody good football's movie!!

Brian Clough uber fucking alles
i have kept this movie for half a year in the lappy and only today, i got the urge to watch this movie. i love the rendition of the Clough's character, it is well done by Michael Sheen. i love the character development of Clough, from the cocky winner until he became the ultimate loser as the Leed's manager. other thing that i found significantly important in this movie, is the friendship between Peter Taylor and Brian Clough.

i should not be bothered you with details of this movie. am sure some die-hard-fan of footballs must have seen this. if not, google serves the best in information searching. hence, i present you the pictures.

this is the real Brian Cough though
he who is presented by Michael Sheen
Along with his co-actor, Timothy Spall as Peter Taylor, who is also famous known as.....
Peter Pettigrew!!!!
oh well!

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

it's raining outside T_T

at 4 in the morning where it is raining heavily outside, i pity/angry/remorse to myself for still not finishing the assignment.

first and foremost, i hate the subject. it is named testing and evaluation and i'm fucking hate this subject.

second, it's the motherfucker of every boring subject in this world to learn

third, i have no intention of becoming a teacher and cannot be a teacher pon, so why must i learn this?

fourth, it is unfair that the tesol group won't be doing this subject although it is so related with their field of study.

fifth, the strict perfectionist lecturer kills my passion and my patient.

sixth the task given is fucking hard with petty details need to be concerned. have to follow the convention lah, have to apply some theory. what an arse!

seventh, the test which is next week will cover up everything EVERYTHING that we've learned. no clue and indication of topics were given. she gave actually, but it is not helpful enough though.

one of the group member is fast asleep because he took his medicines. another had just arrived from kl after won  pantun competition in um. another, is still awake and now busy making the front page of that fucking test. me? whining to this blog. after several hours squeezing the brain i've got to let it rest.

wrapping up, it is very hard to set an exam questions, especially the multiple choice question. susah nak mati. so, be good to teachers.

oh well.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

no laa alia. i have to have my very own sweet-earned money. doing master wont do me any good. :(

no laa alia. i have to have my very own sweet-earned money. doing master wont do me any good. :(

Answer here

Friday, March 4, 2011

stealing minutes

3 days in action. am now in the exhibition hall. typing this secretly so people wont yell at me and says 'hey curik tulang'. hehe. i assure you not. i am not pampering my ass off, it just that, i need to write.

the fact that the whole week was worst and stressful and wild and crazy, but after went through the opening ceremony, the gimmick, the usherers, the vvip, the vc, bla bla bla, the overwhelmed burden stressed feelings i had had gone and is replaced by pure satisfaction and victory. 

no more frowning forehead and annoying jerk-face to the freshies. all iz well

and hey, i suit myself up today.  waddup!

Thursday, March 3, 2011

the good bad Wednesday

i don't have the patience of a nun. i made fight easily.  my face connotes the feeling i have. i have no control over my temper. i spurn all the ideas that sounds irrelevant to me. i can eat you alive when i am angry. i used the high shrill tone that people mistakenly thought as a sign of massacre, and that is the trait of my mom that i loathe

but i am all better now. it took a little effort and moment to calm me down. as long as everything turned out fine,  i'll be putting smile and making lame crazy jokes with weird giggling sounds i have.

as i told, this week is the "Stressest Week" ever. with many many many little things to do, i have no choice but to remain on the boat together with everyone else. this is the boat that i chose to ride on, though it led to somewhere else different, i believe it promises me brighter future and better chances.

and here some notes to the person i can't say this directly to her face, stop taking me for granted. if you are disinterested in doing all these petty labour works in organizing an event, you can move your ass off. on the first place, i shouldn't even bother to offer you a place. you made zero effort to place yourself within the clique. i wonder whether you were sincerely agreed to join or merely trying to be nice to me.

if working in a team is such a hateful thing to you, just be transparent and say it directly, you want to leave the team. i have no right in keeping you in if you were labeled as an anonymous lazy-tard. it just that, you should be decisive in choosing the path you want. looking at your reluctant face while doing that little responsibilities, made me feel guilty. am i forcing you hard?  but decision was in your hands.

at 2.45 in the morning and i am still awake. i planned to write a paragraph only, but end up quite a lengthy. but i am in the mood! still, class at nine in the morning tomorrow, and tomorrow is just another busy day.  sooooo get prepared and get some sleep, okay! 

adieu and farewell.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

it just is

Penang is hot as usual but i am in the meeting room of UK, sitting in peace and comfort with the cold air of air cond. the air of tense and stress lingered all around. the dense, thick air of STRESS that chokes and strangles every single person alive in this office. 

to put a smile on one's face, is already a labour.

the event will be this weekend, yes weekend. next week there will be test and assignment need to be submitted, in which, our group had only scratched the skeletons of the ASS, an hour ago. yeah great!

adding up the miseries, my laptop adapter made problem, barely functioned at all. doom, i was!

i cannot live without laptop (i don't think everyone can too). you see, it's my only source to entertainment, news, academical references, movies, entertainment, gossips, etc etc etc etc. in other words it means the worldddd. 

with a heavy heart and a little help of a big friend, i bought a new adapter which costs me quite a fortune. T_T. now i can make a stew out of the old adapter.

p/s: i miss the time of doing nothing, the absolute joy in bed with good music in the Slumber-land of Nothingness and Laziness. Yum!