Common sense…

Holidays are contagious to me, I wish they would come yet I wish they wouldn’t come at all sometimes. Yes, with no one to yell at me to get up & sleep at the right time of the day, I have a tendency to technically reverse sleeping times. It has gotten even worse when I stumbled upon a link with lots and lots of ebooks, which was like a jackpot that contributed to my reversed sleeping times. Once I start a book, I can’t stop until I finish the damned book. That’s another bad habit I can’t seem to get rid of, if you read my posts often enough I have loads of bad habits. I think I have to stop posting such depressing topics on my blog, it’s hardly worth reading…

So anyway, I received another interesting email from my dad and maybe you might have read it already…I’ll share it on the blog because I’m not that much into emailing people…

An Obituary printed in the London Times – not a joke and makes you think!

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
Why the early bird gets the worm;
Life isn’t always fair;
and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place:
Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sunscreen  or an Aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault..

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death
by his parents, Truth and Trust;
by his wife, Discretion;
by his daughter, Responsibility and
by his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers:
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I am a Victim

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

If you still remember him, pass this on.
If not, join the majority and do nothing.

I do often wonder where common sense has gone, apparently the things that I think are common sense don’t apply to other people. I’m not saying that I’m smarter or have more general knowledge or am always right in everything I do, I know I’m not, but there are somethings that I don’t understand how people can’t not know. It’s like the case where the lady wanted to park her car in Desa Sri Hartamas and told her young daughter to stand outside and she accidentally stepped on the accelerator instead of the brakes killing her young daughter.

I can’t help but imagine the grief she is going through right now because of that one mistake she made but someone with common sense would not let her young daughter stand on the road side while she parked the car, what’s wrong with letting her child stay in the car where you can watch her and know that she’s safe while she parked the car?

There are many unbelievably stupid things people out there do (and I haven’t seen much of the world at all being only 19, that alone speaks volumes) that I can’t comprehend why they do it, I cannot imagine why someone would do things like that and I’ll ask, where’s their common sense?

OH By the way! Don’t forget to vote for Rasima =)


Anybody thinking of signing up? Hahaha

100 Cempaka students to get iPhones

KUALA LUMPUR: One hundred students of the soon-to-be-opened Cempaka International Ladies College (Clic) are getting an iPhone 3GS each for free.

The Apple phone, courtesy of local distributor Maxis Communications Bhd, will be used by the students as an education tool and a communications device.

Clic, which is to be a private college in Sepang, will open its doors on Sept 26.


Anybody thinking of signing up now? Sure I’ll be jealous of them but I’d wager the fees they’ll be paying will be many times the price of that phone they get for free, not too bad a deal and great way to promote the product as well. Such a privilege though, to enter private/ international schools or colleges =) . Of course as they say “the grass is always greener on the other side”.

Note to Santi : I thought you said you’ll be posting something =p Where is it???? =X

Anyway… I can’t seem to get rid of this irritating cough, sure my cold’s gone and so is my fever… but the cough remains and it only seems to be getting worse each day =.=||| . I long to eat my chilies and spicy food! It’s also rather ironic how I get two dinner invitations on a Saturday when I’m sick. They don’t seem to come when I feel perfectly fine T.T. Yes… I’m an extremely sad person…

What am I doing blogging here anyway =.= I better get back to rushing my assignment.. sorry.. super short post today.. but at least it’s an update right? RIGHT??

Edit : News Flash! Centurian thinks Malaysian Prime Minister Najib is HANDSOME!

Muse’s new album is OUT! It’s called The Resistance

Muse - The Resistance [Front]

Muse - The Resistance

My favourite tracks on the album so far are Undisclosed Desires, Uprising and Resistance.

this video’s abit shaky but the audio’s the best I could find.. (live)

Porridge (my “favourite)

So I caught a cold some time between Monday and Tuesday (the symptoms showed up on Tuesday, freezing cold hands in a relatively warm room, light headedness, possible fever, the sneezing, running nose and most importantly the miserableness that comes with a cold) . So yeah I was feeling pretty miserable for the later half of Tuesday, and I was wondering why I felt so tired on Monday. I woke up with a killer sore throat on Tuesday, in an attempt to get rid of the bacteria I had in my mouth/throat I brushed twice. It helped a little bit – remind me to get some Listerine the next time I go grocery shopping – I drank some water,  swallowed a fish oil tablet and drank Redoxon but it was already too late to try to build my immune system.

The highlight of Tuesday was when my Macroeconomics lecturer caught someone taking a picture and promptly asked the person in front of the entire lecture hall , “Why are you taking pictures? I mean I know I look FANTASTIC and all but still …”

I certainly found it hard to sleep while trying to sweat my fever out for more than 50 minutes each time because I would rush to the toilet due to the intake of water and around 1 am, I woke up to my neighbour singing. It’s really rare that I am able to decipher what she’s singing most of the time, this time it was relatively easy… and boy was she loud! I really hope my other neighbours don’t mistaken her for me.

“What if I wanted to break
Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do? (Oh, oh)
What if I fell to the floor
Couldn’t take all this anymore
What would you do, do, do?

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you”

-30 Seconds to Mars – The Kill

It was really loud, at the top of her lungs loud, and I might also add… out of tune at certain parts. The song finished and she launched into the next song…

“From the bottom of my broken heart
There’s just a thing or two I’d like you to know
You were my first love, you were my true love
From the first kisses to the very last rose
From the bottom of my broken heart
Even though time may find me somebody new
You were my real love, I never knew love
‘Til there was you
From the bottom of my broken heart”

– Britney Spears – From the bottom of my broken heart

I should also mention that I woke up on Tuesday to her singing, but couldn’t quite figure out just what she was singing. On Wednesday, I finally got rid of my runny nose and sneezing but my throat was killing me. It would be so nice to have my mom here taking care of me, not needing to do anything but just rest and get well. I also found this interesting article while randomly looking for interesting news articles.

What’s your view on transgender children? would you accept them or shun them and call them names?

I think Jazz is one of the luckier transgender children to have a family so accepting and supportive of her and just letting her be who she wants to be as long as it makes her happy, many other transgender children are just plainly ignored or opposed and punished and most of them are likely to commit suicide.

Oh by the way, I made porridge today. One more piece of info on me, I absolutely HATE eating porridge. I don’t know how it started, I used to like porridge (a long long time ago when my dad used to bring us to eat “tim kai chuk” ).

I do have one evidently scary incident with porridge when my relatively new maid decided to make porridge that day, she chopped up quite a bit of ginger into strips and instead of putting them in a bowl for us to add in if we wanted to when we were eating it, she added it in when it was boiling. Another important piece of info on me, I can’t stand eating ginger unless it’s fried or added moderately. She scooped 3 bowls of her ginger porridge for my grandma, herself and me. Looking at the bowl of porridge was already horrifying, it was even worse when I scooped it up with my spoon and what came up was more ginger strips to porridge. My maid was eating it though, when I say eating I meant for every spoonful of porridge she put into her mouth she was plucking the ginger strips out one by one and depositing them onto a tissue she prepared for it. I actually tried to eat the damned thing while trying to avoid chomping directly onto the ginger strips.. after a few spoonfuls I just sat there playing with my food. She being new was afraid of me in the food department as I was known to be a VERY PICKY eater like my dad, and asked me if I would like some maggi mee, that saved the day man.

I guess an incident like that would do something to you wouldn’t it?

Drunk people are always interesting to watch..

So we’ve been neglecting the blog for almost a month now… A few people have been demanding I update it. So here it is! TaDaaaa~! Right.. Firstly, congratulations to Santi’s sister, Rasima for winning Miss Munchy’s & 2nd runner up in the Miss Cosmos competition. *insert loud applause*

Well, I can say that we’ve been busy with mid-semester tests, assignments and the like. I was down with some flu/ sinus infection for a few days, then spent a few Tuesdays rushing to the toilet when I was supposed to attend my lectures (but I can always listen to the recordings.. so no worries there) and then there was that killer business law assignment which thank god is finally over! I dread knowing what I got for that piece of crap I wrote along with my partner. Last week was a killer, accounting test on Monday, macroeconomics on Tuesday & business law assignment on Thursday.

Well, as you can see I have not been allocating my time well at all always ending up in last minute situations which make me want to kick myself. You’ve heard me saying this time and time again, procrastination will be the death of me.. it’s the one habit I can’t seem to kick. Well… maybe that AND my inverted sleeping hours which I am desperately trying to correct ( I had it all under control until last week ). I’ve also noticed that I have not been chatting with Santi for quite sometime.. she has always seemed busy with multiple assignments and the like, I hope she’s not stressing herself out too much.

You must be wondering about the title of this post, are you not? I went out with my high school classmates on Saturday, mainly Sasha, Shamila, Mei Yin and Daryl who was there for a short while. I also met Jinli, Sasha’s friend. We went to Lion Hotel in Melbourne Central. Sham came over from Sydney for a week and is still in Melbourne at the moment. It’s the first time I met up with them whilst in Melbourne despite being in the same city for 6 months, I always bump into them back in Malaysia but never see them at all in Melbourne.

Shamila had a goal that night, and the goal was to GET DRUNK. She dragged Sasha with her, they both got drunk. It all went downhill from there… I didn’t know the dance floor was such a happening place. Should’ve gotten a picture or video down as evidence. I doubt I’ll forget that night though I have this feeling it’ll be stuck in my head forever. They would probably kill me if I disclosed every single detail I happened to witness in that one night here on my blog so I’ll probably just keep it under wraps until their wedding day. Though I happened to slip that out and am officially off Shamila’s future wedding invitation list. Oh well, Mei Yin said that I could always just crash her party XD

I’ve never seen so much in one night before and I thought my journey to Melbourne central was interesting… It pales in comparison to what I happened to see later that night. We were supposed to meet at Melbourne central at 10pm, so I took the bus around 8.30pm and then hopped on to the train that arrived around 9.10pm after waiting for 20 mins or more. As I entered the train I saw that the floor of the train was wet, then I saw a beer bottle somewhere under the seat.

After a quick glance I saw 7-8 caucasian guys almost all holding a bottle of beer and so I walked all the way to the other door and sat down. Being under the influence of alcohol they were acting rather “silly” or so some one put it (that some one happened to be the Connex -Melbourne train/railway company- customer service personnel). Drunk people are always loud, laughing, joking, pulling pranks and prone to doing stupid stuff. A few of them decided to hang out at the doors, daring each other to get out at each stop and get back in at the last minute, delaying the train quite a few times and whooping at each others accomplishment of their dares.

As usual I had my headphones on listening to my favourite music, I could die of boredom if were to take public transport without music especially when it took at least 45 minutes to get to my destination. I heard the warning beeping sounds the train makes when the doors are closing, but the train was moving, there was no reason why I should hear those sounds while the train was moving so I turned in their direction. They had the train doors open, were sticking their heads and had one hand out whooping like they were having the time of their lives. The group of girls sitting near that door got up and walked all the way to my door. They changed cars at the next stop.

After two stops, four people dressed like they were attending some halloween party got into the train. They had makeup, one drew a fake moustache but all had one similarity in their make up, fake blood. Fake blood streamed from their heads/noses/ mouths and down the front of their shirts which looked a century out of fashion. They took their seats near the door the drunkards were dominating. At the stop after that, 5 Connex customer service personnel got on the train and started trying to talk some sense into them. Their talking looked friendly for 20 minutes then they asked them to get off the train. I heard them saying things along the line of ” if you’re gonna drink on the train then get off ” and ” you guys haven’t got a ticket you shouldn’t even be on the train”

Most of the group got off the train while a few others tried to delay as long as they could. “Awww man! When’s the next train??”. One of them was tall, taller than the train’s doors, while getting off he told the personnel ” You know, you guys should make the entrances higher, my head can’t get past it”. Another one had the ticket, ” What about me? I have a ticket?” The personnel decided that the entire group should get off so he made him get off the train too. Then, he pointed at the group of people dressed for halloween ” They’ve got MAKE UP ON!” which made them and other people in the train laugh.

Drunk people are interesting aren’t they? Any of you have any interesting stories you would like to share? That is if sharing the information won’t get you killed..

Reverted back to BM?

You’ve heard the uproar and everything about them complaining that Science & Maths should be taught in BM. Well, now they’ve gone and done it. I’m glad I got out fast enough =) I don’t have to suffer from the effects of it. Major effect no.1 : horrid English. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to report on experiments in BM, which all the people who finished form 5 a year before me did. I’m glad to have studied mine in English because it’s really convenient when you don’t have to look up the words you don’t understand and start writing reports in English but thinking out the words in Malay because that’s the language you first learnt that stuff in.

There was an article published in The Star Newspaper dated August 9, 2009 titled

“Parents get locked out trying to hold EGM”

Click on it and take a look at how stupid these people can get. Yes, it was held OUTSIDE SMK Sri Hartamas instead of a having a proper meeting INSIDE the school because the school had suddenly withdrawn their permission to hold it in the school. Oh well, as if that is gonna do anything good.

What do you think about learning IT in Malay? (I got this from an email from my dad .. It’s rather crude so please make sure that no one you do not want reading this is not looking at the screen when u read it =p)

Now we are going to teach Science in BM

The whole world uses the language as an information and/or technology language. How dangerous it will be if we try to use Bahasa, especially in school. See example below:-

Hardware = barangkeras
Software = baranglembut
Joystick = batang gembira
Plug and Play = cucuk dan main
Port = lubang
Server = pelayan
Client = pelanggan

Try to translate this:


That server gives a plug and play service to the client using either hardware or software joystick. The joystick goes into the port of the client.

Now in BAHASA:
Pelayan itu memberi pelanggannya layanan cucuk dan main dengan menggunakan batang gembira jenis keras atau lembut. Batang gembira itu akan dimasukkan ke dalam lubang pelanggan..

Now you know the problem.. coming in 2012.

August is here…

It’s been 23 days since my last post.. long enough for SOMEONE to consider me MIA =p I guess I am MIA in a sense that I’ve been feeling TOO lazy to update the blog while getting used to campus life again after taking a 3 week long break back home in hot and humid Malaysia. It’s become significantly colder when I came back compared to before I left for my holiday, it wasn’t as windy then.. not to mention the rain! It almost always rains and my umbrella broke.. I have yet to buy a replacement for it. The ones with the MONASH UNI logo on it costs around $26 with a tag saying “WIND PROOF”, while the normal smaller ones I saw in the campus center pharmacist sells for $8. I haven’t checked the prices elsewhere but will do so soon.. or maybe not so soon.

My electricity bill for the last quarter took out almost a quarter of my monthly budget. It’s a huge amount to let go off at one go. All that just for electricity, but being the stick thin me, I can’t help but blast the heater  when I’m awake and hibernating in my room. The subjects I’m taking this semester are rather … killing? I can’t seem to decide which I dislike more… Business Law “there is no right or wrong answer, all that we’ve discussed so far IS the answer” or Macroeconomics ” draw a graph and analyse taking into account the bla bla bla”. Another thing about this semester is the group presentations/ assignments. I absolutely hate those. Let’s just hope I survive it.

To update you about what I’ve been doing lately… I’ll use a few pictures…


This is the reason my fingers almost always hurt 7 days a week

or maybe 3 days a week this week because i was rushing my assignment 4 days of it. I was also making a horrible racket with it, I hope my neighbours don’t start hating me because I suck at guitar so bad… I got this the day I was due to fly back to Melbourne with my mom as my sponsor. Don’t like the gold colour on the casing.. but it was the only one they had that fit.

Other than that I was watching…







As you can see.. I was keeping myself busy with everything but studying and blogging. I still can’t dump the habit of doing last minute work.. perhaps my will to do so is not as strong as my will to watch all those shows when they catch my attention. There are still a few shows I have yet to mention but I guess u guys won’t wanna know anyway =p

There was a poster sale this week, so I bought 2 posters on Thursday after handing in my business stats assignment.



I’ve been looking for a decent poster of them for quite some time, so I got this immediately after spotting it. bet you can’t see Hayley’s nose ring in the picture -p Love her hair though.


This is what I see when I look up from my macbook =p

It’s a bit ripped at the bottom and it was the last one so i got a few bucks off it. Oh well =p you won’t notice it anyway. I can just stare at it when I’m super stressed and imagine I’m standing there taking in the view and relaxing. Good way to de-stress if it works for you =p There was a multi-cultural festival last week, they were selling fairy floss for 50 cents each, too bad the wind was blowing really hard. My friend tried to eat it out in the open and she got it on her face & hair. Oh and on Monday at 1pm everyone had to evacuate the Menzies building cos I’m assuming somebody pushed the emergency button. It was the first time I saw so many people out in the lawn freezing in the cold wind waiting for them to allow us to enter the god-damned building again.

Cold Winter Mornings

It’s only my first week back in Melbourne not to mention my first week of the 2nd semester and I’m already finding my lectures boring… It’s a bad sign I know, can’t get worse than this. I’m finding it hard to get up every morning but I’m forcing myself to get up because I have to. Damn the cold weather & the urge to just stay under the warm comfy blanket all day long…

After spending the last 3 weeks back home, pampered & spending so much time with my family & friends really made me miss them more than the time when I first came to Melbourne in February. I felt so sudden then… First the thought of not being able to get accepted into Uni with my unsatisfactory results, then after having appealed to get in I got a full offer & went straight to accepting it, next thing I know I was on the flight to Melbourne.

My first semester results wasn’t good, I felt like I’ve wasted the last four months doing nothing. I kept thinking that I should be more active & join a few clubs but I can’t seem to get my bum off the chair & actually do those things. I still haven’t found what I want to do in the future, I’m even worried if my future degree will even help me get a job at all. I can just imagine how my resume will look, so empty… no activities .. nothing.. Who in the world would want to employ me? That’s something I desperately need to fix but I just don’t know where to start.

Yes, I’m feeling pretty down right now I guess I can’t help feeling like this because it’s just that time of the month. My guitar playing hasn’t improved at all and I’m listening to emo korean songs which make me feel even worse. Whatever mood I hope to have earlier this day vanished into thin air and I just don’t feel like doing anything right now… It’s times like this that I curse being born a female… Not that I ever wanted to be born as anything else. It’s that empty feeling I have occasionally that make me think about things that don’t even cross peoples minds. Don’t worry I’m not turning suicidal or anything, pain is not my cup of tea & there are just too many things out there that I’ve yet to experience.

I hope to work towards being a better person for myself, I couldn’t care less what other people think about me. You can fool other people but you can’t ever fool yourself. Sometimes you just need a slap in the face to get moving…

PS. I really enjoyed being able to enjoy the last 3 weeks in Malaysia although we didn’t quite do everything we planned to do because we were much too tired to go out after having gone out for 3 days straight. Photos & video are up on facebook.

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