Idiotic Freak of Nature

Ahh yes.... I am back, baby.

It's about 11.10 pm and I'm in the hall...
as the others are watching "Inuyasha" on tv.
"Inuyasha" may be just a cartoon,
but it totally rocks.
As usual, shut up.

Important tests coming up in the next 2 weeks.
After that,
the 3-week break will finally arrive.
Can't come soon enough.

Damn "school".
Looking for a washroom cubicle
with a door that works (or just a door)
is like looking for a needle
in a haystack.
I love that place.
Really.
Best place ever!

Well I'm still thinking about Dyla.
Everyday.
You know what?
I'm actually waiting for
the next message from
her so that I can tell her,
uh, not to contact me.

It's all about scoring points.
Ahh.. screw you.

Hmm.. watched a movie
with Rag and Faridah and Zack.
Zack. That's what Dyla calls me.
Sheesh.

"Happy Feet".
Yeah... great movie.
All those cute murderous penguins.
You heard me alright!
Happy Feet killed someone!
Sheesh.

That aside,
the graphics were excellent.
The snow-capped mountains.. awesome.
I was expecting Frodo to pop out
at any minute.

Anyway, Zack.
Bumblebee.
I have my doubts about him,
ofcourse.
But Rag seems to be really into him,
so yeah...

What really concerns me is Rag.
Sorry buttercup,
but I'm just worried about you.
I mean, you just met that guy.

On top of that, he didn't do DX chops!
Very suspicious...very suspicious...
just be careful, alright?

Well enough of that

say WHAT?

Well it's 7 am
now.

And instead of rushing to school (I'm already late),
here I am,
posting on my blog.
Genius. Pure genius.

Anyway, Dyla sent me a message at around 5 am.
Even better,
she pretty much said something like this: "Heyy, how are you doing?
Just checking in..."

Say WHAT? Come again?

It's like nothing happened!
Yeah.. I mean, what, she
only ignored
me for about 2-3 weeks?
And when I did send her a message
telling her that I'm "breaking up" with her (ahh, she isn't exactly my girlfriend)
(yes, I am confused too) (shut up)...

all I got was a reply from her later that
night saying that she was busy
and that I should understand.
That was it.

And now... ahh yes... sure!
Nothing happened, right?

I don't know mann..
is it because she knows
I have no one else?
Could be.

Hey! I'm ALLOWED to become
paranoid at this point, ok?
Yeah.
I'm sure.
It's in the rule book.
No, really.

The message I got from
her this morning, well,
it pissed me off.

But I didn't reply.
In fact, I'm not going to.

I need to start dating other people.
I don't want to, but I need to.
Just to get her out of my system,
you know?

What's that sound?
Aw dammit Siti Nurhaliza!
NO!
I will NOT date you!

Sheesh.

On the bright side,
I got to talk with Rag again!

Talking with her was like a breath of fresh air...
and I needed that.

Just like I need hotcakes.
Which I intend to get later.
School or no school.

Hotcakes come first, dammit!

Let's see now... what else?

Oh yeah!
Almost forgot.
I managed to trade a cheap plastic alarm clock (um, no offence, Rag)
for an $80 tennis raquet! (I checked at Royal Sporting House)
WooHoo!

This weekend,
I'm gonna post a pic of the raquet
online and see what I can get for that...

Well enough of that

In Bloom

3.05 am, baby.
Once again, I'm
alone in the hall.

As I'm typing
this, I'm listening to
"In Bloom" by Nirvana.

Right now
I'm not feeling too good.

I'm sending a message to Dyla
later today,
and I really, REALLY hope
she won't respond.
That way, finally,
I'll be able to stop having anything
to do with her, and NOT be the bad guy.

I'll miss her a lot, man.
But heyy... what am I gonna do?
She's not into me
the same way I'm into her.

And now... the best news EVER.

Rag's boyfriend, shall from now on,
be referred to as the "Paranoid Pain in The Ass"
or "PPTA".
I'll think up something
better to call him later.

Anyway, PPTA
thinks that I have feelings
for her, so he pretty
much told her
that she shouldn't be
contacting me.

Ah yess... damn PPTA.

I understand why she has to do this.
Doesn't make me feel any better, though.

I've known her longer than you, idiot.
Plus, while she
may be cute (to others),
I am NOT attracted to her!

It's like Jennifer Lopez.
I know she's hot.
But I'm just not attracted to her!

Hey you!
Yeah2... quit smiling already.
Just because I likened you to Jennifer Lopez...

Well this is just great.
No Dyla.
No friends to talk with.

Yeah.. my life is just awesome.

And, "Flow", the rock festival that's being co-organized by my friend
and held
at Ministry of Sound, is just
around the corner.
Promised him I'd at least
get 2 tickets.
And no one to go with.

Alright fine...
Siti Nurhaliza,
you can come along.
But no stripping this time!
You're married for goodness sake!

I haven't
really felt like
this since the time
I was in pri 5 or 6.

All alone.

But heyy.. that was back then.
I actually like being alone.
WooHoo!

Time for hotcakes!
Yeah.
Having the time of my life here.

Alright then, boys and girls.
It's time for supper (2nd round)
and studying...

Well enough of that.

Just Asking For It

Just got back from Admiralty.
Mr Han.
Apparently he's a religious teacher.
Teaches classes at his apartment.

Anyway, the 2 times I visited (reluctantly),
his "teacher" was also there.
Some fat old guy (around 60?)
who looks like a hobo.
Talks like a hobo too.

Tonight was the second time.
Went there because my dad asked me to accompany my
mom.

Oh yeah, I didn't mention earlier;
my brothers and sisters go there on
Saturdays for religious classes.
Although ofcourse,
I would have preferred for
them to go learn at a mosque, instead.

Well I was there...
and Mr Han, was actually seeking
advice on religion from that hobo.

By now, you should realize that I'm
not exactly crazy about his "teacher".

The guy talks and acts in
a manner unbecoming of a religious teacher.
I should know.
I'm not gonna tell you why...
but I should know.

My aunt and grandma came too,
and there were seeking,
well, help for a problem
that my grandma had.
Leg problem or somethin like that.
Should've gone to
a hospital, but heyy... it's their choice.

So my aunt was speaking to the hobo,
who replied sarcastically,
why she was speaking in English,
not Malay.
I didn't really hear the conversation,
but my aunt was pissed.
But she kept her cool.

Later,
when he came back to the
table, and she tried to explain to
him (nicely) that she doesn't
like people talking to her like that,
he actually told her that if she didn't like it,
she could "get out".

The hobo was telling people to leave the apartment
that wasn't even his!
Damn hobo.

Thing is, I was at the table when he said that.
And I pretty much lost it.

I mean, what kind of religious teacher
speaks like that?
Forget that,
what kind of man speaks that
way to a woman?

So I pretty much told him "What's your goddamn problem?"
And he shouted at me to "Shut up".
Oooh. Old fat hobo.
I'm shaking...

And so, we began arguing and
he actually challenged me to a fight.
Ah yes... which religious teacher hasn't done that?

Ok, so I said he was old and fat.
I left out "tall" and "big".
Taller than me.
And by "big",
I mean he looks like he could really do some damage.

But mann.. I would have loved to have kicked his ass.
And I wanted to.
But my mom and aunt were stopping me.
And that old jackass continued to stand in between her
and was still challenging me.

At the time,
I was trying to think of a way
to beat the life out of him
and not get arrested for it.

Letting him throw the first punch was waay too risky.
If I got hit by
a guy his size,
it could pretty much be end of the fight for me.

So instead,
I called him a bitch.
Heh.

Ok I actually regret saying that,
because my mom and aunt were there.

Sigh.. if only they
weren't..
I would have gone for it.

But then, if they weren't
there, I wouldn't have said anything.

Something's not right about him.
It's like he has a spell on Mr Han and his family.
And the others who were there.

Usually when it comes to "private religious teachers",
I try not to pay attention to what they are saying
to others,
until I know that they are legit.
Who knows what wrong info he could
be giving out.

So yeah... in
the end, I wasn't given the
chance to take him out (and do DX chops).
That pissed me off even more.

But ah well...
my mom and aunt
persuaded me to leave.. so I did just that.
How anybody
can still respect that jackass,
I have no idea.

If only there were
a way for me to
teach the "teacher"
without getting thrown into jail...
any suggestions?

Other than that...
school was boring.
As usual.

Test coming in about 2 weeks,
and saying I'm not prepared
would be an understatement.

And...
in 4 days, I'm going to send
Dyla yet another sms message.
If she continues
to ignore me,
I'll just have to break off contact
with her.
Period.
Enough is enough.

I'm not angry.
Just very disappointed.
With her, and myself.

Especially myself.

I also thought about dating
other people when it hit me:
what other people?

Yeah2, you
can stop laughing now.
Stop it, I say!
Damn.

Well, enough of that.

And The Prize For Being The Biggest Idiot Goes To...

9.48 pm.
In the hall.
And watching "Becker".
Good show.
Not great. But good.

Anyway, last night Dyla
finally got her pc and
we chatted on MSN all night.

Before we decided
to go out on our first date (shut up),
I remember telling her
that because she's still young,
I'd understand if she saw other
people at the same time.

Ofcourse, that was one hell of
a dumb thing to say.

So last night, I decided
to let her know that
I wanted us to be exclusive.
What?
I watch a lot of tv. Sue me.
And yes...
shut the hell up.

Thing is, she got the impression
that I thought she was avoiding me.
And she
seemed to get a little angry.

So yeah... there I was,
trying to apologise,
and feeling really bad.

And then, she told me.

Ah yes... she WAS avoiding me.
Kept putting off seeing me again...
because she still had feelings for her ex.
Still hoping that he
would come back and raise their child together.

That was ofcourse, was
awesome news for me.
Awesome.


Can't really blame her.
He is, after all, the father of her child.
Plus, after all that's happened between them...
so yeah.

At the time,
I didn't think much of it.
I was actually relieved that I wasn't just paranoid.

I'm still very much into her...
but after thinking about it...

That she still had feelings for ex,
still bothered me (I mean come on, I like her a LOT),
what's worse
is that she had lied to me.

I thought about
all the times she cancelled (or postponed, whatever)...
was her grandfather really sick?
Did her brother really break his leg?

I hate this feeling.
If all of those things
DID happen,
then I'm a jerk for thinking like this.

But I can't help it now!
Sheesh.

If only I could have hotcakes at night...

Back to the story.
She told me that she felt
really bad about it...
and gave me the impression
that she'd still like to go out with me.

I don't know, mann...
it's kinda hard when you've lost trust in someone.

Heck, I don't even
know if I can still be friends with her.
I like her way, waaaay too much.
(kiss my ass, ok?)

Thought about it all day.
Gonna think about it all night too.

And, to top it off,
I've got a practical test
this week, and written tests
in about 3 weeks.

Perfect.
Just perfect.

Oh yeah, and one
more time for the road...

FRENCH CHICKS??

heh.

Well, enough of that.

One More Time... French Chicks!!!

Yes, yes.. here I am again.

Rejoice.

Now shut up.

Anyway... Rag and the HSBC group
wanted to come today,
but I had to refuse them.
That sucked enough.

But later I found out that 2 French chicks were with them!
French chicks!
Dammit!

If I new there were French chicks with them,
mann... MANN...!
dammit!
dammit dammit!

Ah well.

I think other stuff happened
to me too this past week...
but all that's left in my head right now is:
French chicks??

Well enough of that

p.s. French chicks??

Throw Down Your Umbilical Noose So I Can Climb Right Back

11.05 pm.
In the hall.
Listening to "Come As You Are"
by Nirvana.

My brother and sister are on the sofa watching (of all shows) 'High School Musical'.
10 mins into the show
and already I felt like blowing up the tv,
getting on
the plane
and flying over to the States,
and tracking down those male dancers
AND beating the living daylights out of them.

Sweet mother of- sigh.

Anyway, I was watching CSI last night...
the little girl was the sole survivor.
Her entire family had been killed.

But you know what's worse?
I... almost...cried!
Damn!
My brain was screaming "What the hell is going on??".

Mann.. that was freaky.

Well, I'm supposed to be
meeting up with Dyla tomorrow night.
Sent her a message to change the time.
And, until now, there's no reply.
Not yet.
I hope.

Normally, this wouldn't bother me,
but yeah, you guessed it, it's happened before.
If she doesn't reply to my message a day before
we're supposed to meet up,
that usually means we're not meeting up. Period.

Still, it would be nice if she'd actually TELL
me first.
Sheesh.

And yet, I'm still nuts about her.

Ahh... screw you.

Well, enough of that

Just One More Hit

Well well well...

Hello again, little boys and girls.
Shut up!
Did I say YOU could say "Hello"?
Sheesh.
The nerve of people these days...

Anyway, let's see now, it's 6.55 am on
Saturday (took long enough to get here!).
Didn't really sleep last night... and I'm listening to "Heart-Shaped Box".

Been thinking a lot about Dyla again.
Ah yes.. quite a shocker there, eh?

Well, she wanted to meet up next weekend...
except that she'd already made plans.
For herself.
So yeah...

I suggested that we meet up this Tuesday instead.
It's a school night (great, I sound like a kid) but hey,
one more week is too long, man.
I don't want to, but I'd miss her too much.

Hey, if I wanna be lame, it's my choice, alright?
Go kick yourself in the nuts, please.
Yeah.
Right smack in the nuts.

Thing is, she'd been sending me conflicting signals.
Says she likes me... then says how happy she
is being single (over and over again).

My brain... it hurts.

Now I'm thinking about the time she
was attached to The Horny Medic.

A few weeks into the relationship,
she told me that she's just waiting for it to end.
And yet she continued seeing him (as far as I can tell)...
until the end of the month when she dumped him.

I'm not gonna dwell on every single thing she's
done in the past... but yeah, I can't help feeling
that she's just being nice to me.
Like she's doing me a favour or something.
Mann...

Hmm... school.
Brilliant teachers.
Seriously. Just brilliant.

I mean, for example,
on Wednesdays, classes are supposed to end at 12pm.
And on Fridays too.

And when they changed the schedule,
classes end at 11 on Friday.
And 3 pm on Wednesday.
Yeah... take one hour from Friday... then add 3 hours on Wednesday.

Unfortunately last Friday,
I woke up at around 9.
By the time I'd get to school, it would
have been like 10.30.
So I decided not to go.
Then I learned from my friend that
the teacher decided to extend class until 12 pm.
And it was a "practical lesson".

Gotta love it when they change the
timing whenever they feel like it.

That kinda pissed me off.

The reason I woke up late?
I was actually studying the night before.
How silly of me to do that!


Just 5 more weeks...

Well, enough of that.