Human habits

I guess you could say I'm not a very peculiar person, but I am pretty particular. Like, honestly, sometimes I feel like I have OCD. When that object belongs there, it HAS to be placed back right on the same damn spot.

But that doesn't mean I'm neat. In fact, my room actually looks like a tornado just came and left.... kidding. But no, really.

I also feel like I have something called 'Grammar Pedentry Syndrome'. I ain't gonna emphasize too much on that. There's a search engine called Google, don't be so lazy.

I'm also a lil' too observant for my own good. I actually wouldn't mind sitting on a park bench all damn day just to observe the people around. I'm that insane.

Not to be mean, but some humans are just so darn annoying at times. Like, to the point where you can't decide whether you wanna tell them off in the face or just laugh and laugh and laugh.

Their habits, I don't even know how to start. pfft. IT DRIVES ME INSANE.

1) LEG SHAKING

I cannot emphasize on how much I fucking hate that leg shaking shit. Like, it's totally cool if I see a guy doing it, but when a female does it... boy, do I get irritated. 

What? You got Parkinson's on your leg?? It doesn't bother me too much when someone does it in front of me, but when they sit somewhere next to me or something, and I can literally see a bloody foot shaking from the corner of my eye. I swear, it irritates my soul. Like, I can't even concentrate on what I'm trying to read coz your stupid foot just won't stop vibrating.

I get so irritated I just tell that person off in the face regardless of who it is. But some people just don't comprendo, and they just can't, so they end up tapping their foot on the floor.

........ *BOILS*

2) FINGER DRUMMING

Seriously.. DOES THE DAMN TABLE LOOK LIKE A SET OF DRUMS TO YOU???

Do these people even know how bloody irritating that shit is?? Like, there's a reason why you have DRUMSTICKS to play with DRUMS. Your fingers aren't designed by God to drum tables, for Chrissake.

I mean, if you're alone in your room and you wanna drum your fingers away, fine, be my guest. But when there are people in the room, you keep your damn fingers to yourself! 

You know what's even better? You're sitting in your own room, and you still can hear those irritating finger drumming shit coming through the walls.

3) IRRELEVANT AND ANNOYING FACEBOOK STATUSES
I know that you're all sensitive and compassionate and so darn bloody in love. But, lady, you need to calm your tits. I don't need you to be filling my news feed with all your philosphy. I mean, it's okay to be emo once in awhile, or if you're thrilled that someone's gotten you a Teddy Bear. But seriously, every 5 minutes I see something from you. This minute you're happy, the next you're all sad and depressed, and then in a  few minutes you're relating your life long story to a picture of Pan Mee.
No offence but, what the hell does a regular bowl of Pan Mee gotta do with your life, girl?? Did that bowl of noodles do you wrong but fill your tummy? Sheesh. Heights!
And oh, I know you 'super love' your boyfie, but woman, I'm not interested in seeing pictures of you making out with him every damn day on my news feed. Do me that favour, will ya?

4) $tUpiD tYp0
I absolutely HATE it when people tYpE LyK Dis. h0w da HeCk d0 eU EvEn d0 diS.
Have you not been to pre-school, where they teach you how to write properly and see the difference between an O and a 0 ??? I mean, I'm totally okay if you have a few words out of spelling and all because your iPhone is just bitchy that way, but to type Lyk Dis is just dumb.
Why are you showing off to the world that you can't type? Jeez, keep it yourself.
I get so pissed off sometimes, I just wanna shove a bloody dictionary into their faces and send them back to kindergarten. Please, let me get you a dictionary for your birthday. I'm willing to invest on that.
GET YO SHIT STRAIGHT.

5) IMPATIENT EATERS
Yes, yes I know you're darn hungry you're about to faint, but can you just keep your hands to yourself and not eat tiny portions of everything while the rice cooks??
You guys get what I mean? Like, some people they're so hungry they just take like a small bit of baked beans from the plate bit by bit because they just can't wait to eat. And then, when the rice is finally done, there's only probably half of the baked beans left. Then, you're hungry too, but she eats more than you do and you end up only having a quarter of them baked beans.....
I HATE IT, ABSOLUTELY IRRITATES ME.
And then they're soooo hungry they just gobble up everything even though it's hot, and they end up eating with their mouths opened.
Like, b*tch! Do you have any sense of table manners??? Did nobody tell you to blow your food before you put it into your mouth?? Your mouth ain't got no cooling fan to cool down yo food.
Talkin' bout' table manners......

6) LOUD EATERS
*massages temples*
Why the hell do you have to announce to the entire universe that you're eating?
ARGH.

7) RESIDUAL EATERS
Just the other day, I opened the fridge and I saw this new carton of Cranberyy juice and I'm like 'Hey we still have!'. So I took it out of the fridge and brought a glass with me, it was kinda odd coz we just bought the juice but it was relatively light... Anyways, I opened it and started pouring........ it only filled like 5% of my glass. Just enough for one gulp. I'm like, WTF.
I'm not mad that my housemate drank it all. I'm irritated with the fact that she wanted to drink it all, but at the very last gulp, she had this sudden guilt that I haven't had any, and decided to leave that one last gulp for me.
Seriously... Just finish it. Please. It's just juice. I can just drink Yakult or go down to the grocers to get more. Just don't leave one pathetic gulp for me. I'd rather not have any.

8) COCKY BASTARDS

Not sure if cockiness is a habit or more of a personality trait. Whatever it is, it annoys the crap outta me.

Some stupidos just don't know the difference. There's an infinitesimally thin line between confidence and arrogance. Nobody enjoys being in the company of an arrogant person. Even arrogant people will admit they dislike pomposity, in others anyway. 

Sure, you're a genius and all from a goddam chinese school. But please, keep that cockiness to yourself. I don't need to know how long it'll take you to study that subject and how you gonna ace it. Yes, I do appreciate your help once in awhile. But please, leave out the cockiness.

Sometimes I just wanna ask you if your cock is as big as your cockiness.

You cocky sonuvabitch.

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You know the list could go on and on. But I'll just stop here, before I get high blood pressure and then I would need anti-hypertensives.

The Chuck Bass Theory

Chuck and Blair have always been my favourite TV couple.

I was more than thrilled when they got married in the Season Finale! 

I believe that every girl has her very own Chuck Bass.

If you don't, no worries,

he's on his way.

Finding your Chuck isn't always blissful and happy.

Trust me,

I've found my Chuck.

Just like Chuck and Blair's relationship,

we're always arguing and getting disappointed by each other.

We flip out on each other.

Treat each other like punching bags.

We don't text all the damn time, nor do we have late night talks on the phone.

And it's tiring, both physically and emotionally.

Because, we're like together, but we're not.

I call it the 'FLIRTATIONSHIP'.

But despite all that not-talking-to-each-other-for-days after every argument,

eventually we'll come back to each other.

My guy is just like Chuck Bass.

Chuck has never stopped loving Blair, even though he doesn't show it.

All his Upper East Side swag pffft.

Blair can be difficult to handle and a bitch most of the time,

but he has never once gave up on her.

He's always there watching out for her,

and occasionally showering her with love when he feels like it.

Yes, when he feels like it.

"I'm not Chuck Bass without you."

If you've watched GG,

you would know that before this whole Chuck and Blair thingy started,

Bass was a mega badass playboy.

But ever since sparks flew between him and Blair,

he started changing his bad habits for her.

He was totally sincere to Blair throughout Season 2 to the Finale.

But like I mentioned before,

it's not always peaceful.

They've had their roller coaster ride.

When things are good, 

a big bitch like Serena Van Der Woodsen comes along to mess things up.

But it's okay, because they're Chuck and Blair.

Nothing can get between them, ever.

So just like that,

my very own Chuck is the same.

We're like C and B.

Only on a nice sunny day will I get all the attention from him.

He'll always tell his friends that I'm the one who makes it all better,

but he never tells it to me. Pfft.

And even though he doesn't treat me well all the time,

just like Blair,

I'll always, always wait out for him.

Yes, I do get frustrated and that's when I'll go like,

''You know what it's over.''

And he knows I'm just being a pain the ass.

He'll come back afterwards.

And slowly, but progressively, he changes for me.

I know that he'll always be there for me.

I don't know how our relationship will work,

or if it's even possible,

but I have faith in it.

All you have to do is believe.

That, my readers,

is The Chuck Bass Theory.

Something to ponder.

Saw something from my favourite Indian author's Facebook page,

and I knew I had to share this,

because I can relate:

I see guys spending weeks, months trying to make a girl happy. I see girls waiting endlessly for their guys to call. Is that all your life is about? For your lover to validate you? Or to make a relationship work? Instead, why not focus on yourself - working on your goals, learning something, being a more positive person and helping others. That will boost your self-esteem far more than any lover ever could. Next time that guy or girl treats you badly, say thank you. Say thank you for reminding me that I need to make myself the focus of my life, not you.

- Chetan Bhagat

Realization

So Sri's 21st birthday went on for 2 days,

ending with an aweeesssssoooooommmeee night at Dublin.

Yes, Dublin. Again.

We always end up at Dublin because we're personal friends with the DJ,

and since it's in Park Sheraton Hotel, also it's a safe and classy place..

So yeah!

OOTD

Anyways,

after that night,

I realised that..

Feelings that come back, are feelings that never went away.

It's true.

Don't ask me how I came to this realisation!

You know you really miss somebody when you wished they were there while you're having fun.

And that feeling lingers til the very next day..

But the worst part is,

your relationship with that person is slightly on the floppy side..

and things are just stagnant.

So,

You can't even tell them you miss them.

Meh.

But whatever,

this too shall pass :)

It was a good night out!

<3 nbsp="">

Anger

Control your temper, or let it control you.

Think before you speak. 

I finally understood this today.

So today was a close friend, Sri's big 21st!

And we decided to bring her to this awesome Thai restaurant called Benjarong.

OMFGTHESEAFOODTOMYAM

As usual the birthday girl was really surprised and giggly and happy and everyone else was just hungry.

hahaha

So let's skip the part where we all had Thai food orgasm

and jump straight to the cake part.

So we all sang her the birthday song,

with me holding a HUGE chocolate cake with 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' candles..

Somewhere during our cake feast,

Sri was feeding another close friend, A.

And another friend, B who is homosexual was just admiring Sri's hair.

A then whispered something to Sri, and Sri just burst our laughing,

telling B:

''Hahah B, A and I not like you and your girlfriend lah..''

I guess you could say B got pissed and said:

''You know what A, you should just shut the fuck up and mind your own business.''

And she stomped off to sit at the other side.

Everyone just stopped eating their cake and there was this super awkward silence.

And I was just like controlling my anger, and I went like:

"I LIKE MY CHOCOLATE CAKE :DDD IT'S SO NICEEEEE"

Tried to break the silence but..

See, I got really.. really... reaaaaaaally pissed.

But I had to control myself.

Sri's roommate actually started screwing B while I sat quietly.

Things got really awkward afterwards..

My friends actually said that they were proud that I didn't say anything,

coz it would have came out really harsh.

Trust me,

it took alot of self control.

B pulled a really long face for the rest of the day although it was her fault.

This is why you should always think before you speak.

And no matter what, you should never ever show your true emotions in public.

Ahhhh, attitude, attitude.

Til next time!

Relationship status: Single as ****

I don't know if I was too oblivious before this,

but I can't help but notice that the people around me,

whether it is on Facebook or those close by,

are in a relationship.

Heterosexual, or homosexual.

Then I realised,

omg. I'm so bloody single.

okay, fine.

I had my fair share of boyfriends.

But you know what,

they all never worked out well.

It's like I have a problem in that department.

Or is the problem in me?

I tend to friend-zone the boys I know.

And if I don't friend-zone them,

the relationship eventually becomes fucked-up as soon as it starts.

because,

they're complete dicks.

:(

So, can't blame me for friend-zoning em' boys.

But seriously..

How come these people make boyfriend-finding so bloody easy?

Do they produce them in the garage or something?

I see pictures of couples and can't help but feel a tinge of envy.

It's like,

why were all my relationships so bad :(

I mean, I'm not desperate. I just want to know.

hehe

Mom says that,

it's not the time for me yet and that God has better things in store for me.

She says that I'll find the right guy...... eventually.

Hmmm..

The 'right guy' huh.

Um.. :[ well yeah.

I mean, all the guys I've dated before were meh.

So

LOL true story.

AIYAH whatever lah.

I'm too busy dating my thick books anyways.

The time will come :)

Last Friday Nite @ Dublin

Again we went to Dublin last Friday..

You're probably thinking where I got the money to go,

well,

LADIES NIGHT

wooohoooooo!

Free entry and drinksssss.

It was actually one of the PG's birthday,

so we all got invited!

(and PG means 'Post-Graduate', not 'Parental Guidance')

So happily we went!

 Not the birthday girl, but she my homie <3 p="">

&

Clearly, I was holding a glass of orange juice.

The only boys who joined LOL

It was an awesome night,

filled with drama, obviously.

And we had class the next day LOL

Yes, we went for class.

Appreciation

I'm actually going to dedicate this post to Buddha.

So, thank you sooooooo much for blessing me with a pair of awesome hands :)

Although it may be sweaty like nothing,

but thank you.

It definitely feel good to be appreciated for your hard work.

All that blood and sweat (literally)

haha :D

Biscuits and Life

Dunking biscuits in a drink is a life lesson itself. 

When you dunk, you need to know the limits and when to stop. This is control.
You then realize that you might have left it for a little too long and start to pull it out, and you start to get worried, hoping it will be fine. Indeed, this is hope.
You lift it out and find that it's still intact, though soggy, and you feel at ease. This is satisfaction. And a possible tinge of complacency.
All of a sudden, the soggy half drops into your drink. You then wish you had taken a bite out of it before it fell in. This is regret.
Your half of the biscuit is now drowned in the drink, with next to no chance of recovery. Even if you did retrieve it (whole or in soggy pieces), it would never be the same. This is learning how to let go.

And sometimes, you are lucky. You have another biscuit on your plate. This is getting a second chance.

Reality Check

Honestly,

I think most of us needs a reality check.
MASSIVE reality check.

Yea, yea, tell me the story of how we're all brought up differently..
But, seriously,
that doesn't mean you grow up to be a complete out-of-this-world person.
Yes, we all have that magnificient castle that we built in the air,
and that fantasy _______ that you dream of so very often.
But there's always a time to snap back into reality.

Here are a few situations, where the people involved need a reality check:

Situation 1

Did I ever mention about the girls I've met in uni?
I trust that their world is all roses and butterflies and rainbow unicorns and what not.
Coz seriously, girls.
There's so much more to this world,
other than your boyfriends, blind dates, flowers, gifts, and fancy dinners out.
How 'bout actually attending classes more frequently and quit being so bimbotic?
I ain't sayin' you can't be pretty (who doesn't?)
or have happy days out..
But there is a time for everything,
when it comes to your duties and responsibilities,
you better get the job well done.

Also,
when I say get the job 'well done',
I didn't mean giving it to someone else to do it for you.
At least have the bloody initiative to do it yourself.
If you get it wrong,
well, that gives you more space to learn.

Won't you be proud one day, sayin'
''Oh yeah. I definitely made those first pair of dentures on my own alright.''
And won't you feel good about yourself,
when you put in the extra effort to do a good job,
and get complimented by the lecturer, topping it off with a 'Good' in your book?

See,
it's all these little things that keeps you going..
So ladies,
you need a reality check.


Situation 2

I believe in respect. I'm respect's biggest fan.
But, if you ain't gonna give me the respect that I deserve,
I won't give two hoots about respecting you either!

So what if you're a senior?
Does that mean I have to give way for you to walk,
or let you cut the queue at the cafeteria?
HELL NO.

Yes, I respect you as a senior,
but I ain't your dog.

I'm letting you know that I ain't gonna be that kind of person who's gonna follow behind you,
carry your shit,
kiss your fat ass,
or even bother to talk nice shit in front of you.

Get that through yer' thick skulls yer' scumbags.

You people need a reality check.

Situation 3

Now I may not be in one of the most comfortable country in the world,
but at least I've learnt great lessons from all the everyday things that I witness.

So please don't mock.

''Heyyy how's india lah :p"

I do sense the sarcasm.
The dust here have not yet clogged the blood vessels and nerves to my brain.

If you think, you're soooo much more superior..
how 'bout a challenge after we graduate?
Let's see who has the most experience :)
I can bet on my first paycheck that I would be winning.
Peace.

So please,
get a reality check.
In fact, I think comfortable countries tends to hide all the reality away from your fickle mind.


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Have you got a reality check?

My Kind of Guy

Somebody asked me,

''Hey, just exactly what kind of guy do you like?''

Should I say that,

that is a very tough question.

I guess I never had a preference to a certain 'type' of boy.

I just like them, for all the little things :)

So I gave it a looong thought,

and here's my kind of guy...

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I like Chinese boys.

Not being racist, but it's true.

I've had my fair share of dating 'different' guys,

but I think I prefer chinese boys.

It's not just any chinese guy.

But the kind of guy with the cute sepet eyes, and the sunshiney smile

*swoons*

And if he speaks Cantonese?

Perfecto.

I'd so marry him.

Example:

Wesley Chan from WongFu Productions.

Isn't he just sooooo cuuuteee??

Look at those cute eyes and that adorable smile.

*swoooons*

Okay,

so I also like my kind of guy to have perfect hair.

The kind of hair that stands on it's own,

even with minimal hair wax.

And most of the time,

chinese boys have hair like that.

Now,

I'm not talking about those K-Pop star wannabe hair,

but the classy, proper, man hair.....

(um.. :[ ok that sounds wrong)

For example:

*inserts picture of Wes Chan*

I want him to be TALL.

nuff' said.

(Wes is about 5''8)

As a person who was brought up in an english-medium family,

I would also expect my kind of guy to have an excellent command of English.

(Not that my language is that great, but pshhh)

He should also have a great sense of humour...

Example:

*inserts picture of Wes Chan*

I absolutely LOVE boys who smell good.

It's such a turn on.

It's comforting to know that your guy cares about his image and stuff.

Don't know if Wes smells good, but I assume he does.

hahaha.

My guy should be a gentleman, sexy, smexy, smart, sensitive, considerate etc etc etc

all the things every girl want in her guy.

It's a general thing.

And I'm telling you,

the perfect guy does not exist.

He only becomes perfect,

when you learn to see through the flaws and accept the differences.

That's perfection.

I've not found my guy yet.

:[

But in all seriousness,

other than fulfilling the descriptions above,

I just want a man who accepts me and loves me for who I am.

A man who is considerate and understanding.

A man who respects independent women.

A man who appreciates me.

And  I believe that someday,

God will bring a Wesley Chan into my life.

I trust Him.

And until then,

I shall swoon over cute chinese boys.

Truth to be told...

... I don't like Indian food. Not anymore.

Just to clarify myself,

this post isn't meant to be racist. Sorry If I do.

Back to the topic,

yeah back in Malaysia way before I came here,

I liked Indian food.

To a certain extent...

But now,

it's just so boring to eat.

That's when I realised the beauty of a chinese dish.

I was just telling this to Jas over dinner,

the amount of 'variety' Indian people offer in their food.

If you haven't realised,

I'll make you realise now that there is only one thing Indian people like.

Spice

It's freaking spicespicespice in everything.

Masala in everything!

Masala corn

Masala popcorn

Masala chips

Did I ever mention to you they have Masala Miranda??

And Indians are massive Coldplay fans..

all their food are yellow...

hahah

lame google joke, ignore that.

They can have all kinds of dosai, idlees, chappatis and what not.

But in the end you only dip those in one thing,

and one thing only,

curry.

Same shit, different smell bro.

I just really miss eating noodles, I don't even care if it's Japanese.

Heck,

I'd even go to a mamak and eat the mihun goreng.

I guess we never really appreciate until you stop getting it.

I promise myself that when I return for CNY,

I'm soooo gonna eat up everything chinese.

No leftovers.

Updates!

I know I'm 12 days late,

but hey,

better late than never... so..

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2013!

Am I the only one who finds the '13' a little awkward?

Anyways,

2012 has been quite a year for me :)

Lots of ups and downs,

but I guess I've learnt an developed a lot..

and hopefully 2013 would be an even better year!

It kinda striked me hard when I realised that I was losing me teens,

as I will be 20 this year.

I didn't realised, until my housemate came running to my room sayin'

''DO YOU KNOW WE'RE TURNING 20??? WE'RE SO OLD.''

Indeed.

I actually like 19 alot, like it's such a nice number.

20 is just.. old.

It's like in another 10 years, I would be 30.

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2013 started off well for me,

it's been busy for me so far as I was elected as Vice Treasurer for the Malaysian Students Association of India (MSAI Chennai)

Here's my name card (I'm so shameless)

Just yesterday we had the launch of 1MISM, 

google if you don't know.

It is under the Prime Minister's office..

and MSAI had to organize it.

I didn't know it would be sooo much work!

The launch went well,

Dato Seri SamyVellu was the chief guest...

and my ancestors would be so proud of me coz I was in a Cheong Sam.

The same one I wore for sports day in Form 4

HAH!

Ahhhh,

why do I feel like my life here is so boring?

I  really feel like I'm in the wrong country,

coz obviously I don't belong here.

lol

Just can't wait to get another 3 years done and over with!