I think I know why I couldn't write before. I was in too good a mood to write about anything.
This year did start off really great and there were a shitload of stories to write about but every time I sat down I just didn't feel the need to blog about it at all. This blog certainly felt like a waste of time.
Past couple of weeks though there seemed to be bits and pieces of annoyances that didn't really bother me at first but eventually did.
So let me start by explaining what my last post meant.
I have two separate email accounts. One is for public usage that I use for everyday stuff (hotmail) and the other is mainly used for private important mails that I need to receive (yahoo). So two weeks ago one of my lecturer who is such a lazy woman decides to email us the assignment because she finds printing out the stuff for us would hurt her pocket which in reality doesn't make much sense to me as when we pay for these school notes and exam fees we should get what we deserve not for them to burn it on a damn disc or email it to us to print out ourselves. Anyways I opened up the second email account and there was six months worth of emails cluttering up my inbox. So I went through all of them patiently to filter out the crap and the ones I wanted to keep. To my surprise there was an email from TF dated August 28th 2008 with only one word (Goodbye) in it. I didn't really think too much about it and continued filtering out my inbox when another email from her dated November 25th 2008 popped up. In it she was just asking how I was and what has been going on in my life so far. Truth is I kinda froze as I didn't really know if I should reply that email or just ignore it. Eventually I decided to just reply it because I know she won't as she isn't really into the whole "online" thing. Few days later, a number I didn't recognize texted me with just a simple message of goodwill.
Of course it could only be her. How could I be so sure?
See everyone has their own specific way of talking or writing and even texting. Her way has become so familiar to me that I didn't even doubt for a second. Even the words she used was so obvious as no one I know uses them the way she does. This time I didn't freeze.
I just simply wondered why.
See, couple of years ago when we did the mutual break up thing we really wanted to stay as best friends so we could always look out for each other. In a way I really wanted it too not because of the feelings I had for her but because until this very day I haven't found a better friend than when I did with her. It was just so easy for us to click. I do miss the conversations we used to have from time to time but things just didn't turn out the way we wanted to.
Firstly her then fiance (now husband) didn't know that we dated so because of the frequent calls we had actually invited me to hang out with them. At first she was pretty excited that he was so comfortable with it but when I explained to her that Him, Her, and I sitting on the same table probably wasn't a very good idea considering the circumstances he wasn't aware of. She didn't believe it at first and told him (even when I told her not to) and his reaction was predictable to say the least. He forbade her to contact me and even told her to change her phone number. Of course she felt terrible that we could not remain friends and eventually we stopped contacting each other.
The reason I wondered why is because I knew she emailed and texted me with a different number because she knew he would not check up on her that way. The problem is she would be able to contact me but even if I replied she would not be able to continue it because of how paranoid he gets. It is nice to know though that I'm still remembered by someone that hasn't been in my life for so long.
"Always be happy, always be healthy"
That was what we always used to say to each other and that was what she texted me the other day. I simply replied that I wasn't particularly close to either but I'm slowly finding my way back there.
So what else has been bothering me?
Well, I kinda really got pissed off yesterday morning when I kept getting badgered with phone calls requesting my presence at the debate training.
Yeah I know. Me? Debate? Fuck no.
The only reason why I got dragged in to do this a third time is because I went for the last two years and the outgoing director of the college wanted to leave me with a present so I can get annoyed by it. I'm really gonna miss that guy. One of the few lecturers who I could really talk crap with.
I was really fucking annoyed because I've been really ill these past few days. I mean if I miss a session or two doesn't mean they can't go on with it by themselves right? Wrong. They are all idiots who can't seem to handle their own shit. Is it really that hard to just tell someone to go fuck themselves and if they are not satisfied just clock the guy in his face. I'll bet that would shut him the fuck up. Stop being such fucking pussies.
You guys are men, act like you got a pair.
Truthfully I really don't want to do this whole debate thing. I enjoyed the first one because Amei was there and she was fucking awesome. I didn't like last year because I was going through a lot of shit. I didn't want to do it this year because of the great mood I was in. Thanks for fucking that up you fucking fuckjobs. I meant what I said when I'm gonna curse the roof off the UMS debate halls when it's our turn to argue. Fuck the system. I want my good mood back.
If there is one thing I'm happy about is I found my fucking vulgar words back. Siaplah kamu.
A few weeks ago I went to attend the Ms. Oriental thing because the OMG was a contestant. Some sort of stupid advice I picked up by a friend that I should be there to cheer her on or some shit like that. It's like when I was in a cheery mood I pick up on stupid advice really late.
Eh, she'll probably win the whole thing anyways.
Actually I don't mind going. It's just that the last round that I attended kind of pissed me off for some reasons. Firstly, I told a friend to go there early to get a good place to chill because I was going to be running late. The genius decided to wait until I got there and the whole place was filled with fucking old perverts looking to take home a few photos to jerk off to. When we finally found a spot and I was starting to have a good time a friend started to call me a gazillion times to check up on his girlfriend. I was really trying to be patient with him but when he started asking me stupid paranoid questions which I found to be really inappropriate, it really pissed me off.
I mean come on, you really need to ask me WHAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS WEARING? Some people can just be really fucking retarded. I listened to his problems and told him directly that he wanted to go for a girl that liked to go out and have a good time with friends regardless of the location. I even told him that he should go with her sometimes because I knew she would really like that but being the super nerd that he is, he doesn't.
Let's just say I settled that by letting her in on a tiny bit on information about his paranoia leading him to look for his ex again. I'm pretty sure she was glad to find that out.
So since he was ruining my night with the constant calls, when I finally got back to my table the alcohol actually managed to run out. So let's recap how that happened:
I told RBC to bring a date since he just broke up and the girl who was interested in him for the longest time wanted to go out. So I hooked him up. He and his date replied my good faith by being very generous in alcohol consumption. I swear the dood really is fucked in the head or something as when she left he chose to stay with us.
A friend was there but didn't have anyone to hang with so I invited him to our table. While I was away he actually managed to find his friends and they helped themselves to the free booze. I really wouldn't have mind if they were the least bit friendly and left something for me.
So there I was, pissed off and sober as hell. I wasn't even a little high. CHEEBYE.
There is more I could write about but this post has been bloody long already and it's 7 in the fucking morning.
This year did start off really great and there were a shitload of stories to write about but every time I sat down I just didn't feel the need to blog about it at all. This blog certainly felt like a waste of time.
Past couple of weeks though there seemed to be bits and pieces of annoyances that didn't really bother me at first but eventually did.
So let me start by explaining what my last post meant.
I have two separate email accounts. One is for public usage that I use for everyday stuff (hotmail) and the other is mainly used for private important mails that I need to receive (yahoo). So two weeks ago one of my lecturer who is such a lazy woman decides to email us the assignment because she finds printing out the stuff for us would hurt her pocket which in reality doesn't make much sense to me as when we pay for these school notes and exam fees we should get what we deserve not for them to burn it on a damn disc or email it to us to print out ourselves. Anyways I opened up the second email account and there was six months worth of emails cluttering up my inbox. So I went through all of them patiently to filter out the crap and the ones I wanted to keep. To my surprise there was an email from TF dated August 28th 2008 with only one word (Goodbye) in it. I didn't really think too much about it and continued filtering out my inbox when another email from her dated November 25th 2008 popped up. In it she was just asking how I was and what has been going on in my life so far. Truth is I kinda froze as I didn't really know if I should reply that email or just ignore it. Eventually I decided to just reply it because I know she won't as she isn't really into the whole "online" thing. Few days later, a number I didn't recognize texted me with just a simple message of goodwill.
Of course it could only be her. How could I be so sure?
See everyone has their own specific way of talking or writing and even texting. Her way has become so familiar to me that I didn't even doubt for a second. Even the words she used was so obvious as no one I know uses them the way she does. This time I didn't freeze.
I just simply wondered why.
See, couple of years ago when we did the mutual break up thing we really wanted to stay as best friends so we could always look out for each other. In a way I really wanted it too not because of the feelings I had for her but because until this very day I haven't found a better friend than when I did with her. It was just so easy for us to click. I do miss the conversations we used to have from time to time but things just didn't turn out the way we wanted to.
Firstly her then fiance (now husband) didn't know that we dated so because of the frequent calls we had actually invited me to hang out with them. At first she was pretty excited that he was so comfortable with it but when I explained to her that Him, Her, and I sitting on the same table probably wasn't a very good idea considering the circumstances he wasn't aware of. She didn't believe it at first and told him (even when I told her not to) and his reaction was predictable to say the least. He forbade her to contact me and even told her to change her phone number. Of course she felt terrible that we could not remain friends and eventually we stopped contacting each other.
The reason I wondered why is because I knew she emailed and texted me with a different number because she knew he would not check up on her that way. The problem is she would be able to contact me but even if I replied she would not be able to continue it because of how paranoid he gets. It is nice to know though that I'm still remembered by someone that hasn't been in my life for so long.
"Always be happy, always be healthy"
That was what we always used to say to each other and that was what she texted me the other day. I simply replied that I wasn't particularly close to either but I'm slowly finding my way back there.
So what else has been bothering me?
Well, I kinda really got pissed off yesterday morning when I kept getting badgered with phone calls requesting my presence at the debate training.
Yeah I know. Me? Debate? Fuck no.
The only reason why I got dragged in to do this a third time is because I went for the last two years and the outgoing director of the college wanted to leave me with a present so I can get annoyed by it. I'm really gonna miss that guy. One of the few lecturers who I could really talk crap with.
I was really fucking annoyed because I've been really ill these past few days. I mean if I miss a session or two doesn't mean they can't go on with it by themselves right? Wrong. They are all idiots who can't seem to handle their own shit. Is it really that hard to just tell someone to go fuck themselves and if they are not satisfied just clock the guy in his face. I'll bet that would shut him the fuck up. Stop being such fucking pussies.
You guys are men, act like you got a pair.
Truthfully I really don't want to do this whole debate thing. I enjoyed the first one because Amei was there and she was fucking awesome. I didn't like last year because I was going through a lot of shit. I didn't want to do it this year because of the great mood I was in. Thanks for fucking that up you fucking fuckjobs. I meant what I said when I'm gonna curse the roof off the UMS debate halls when it's our turn to argue. Fuck the system. I want my good mood back.
If there is one thing I'm happy about is I found my fucking vulgar words back. Siaplah kamu.
A few weeks ago I went to attend the Ms. Oriental thing because the OMG was a contestant. Some sort of stupid advice I picked up by a friend that I should be there to cheer her on or some shit like that. It's like when I was in a cheery mood I pick up on stupid advice really late.
Eh, she'll probably win the whole thing anyways.
Actually I don't mind going. It's just that the last round that I attended kind of pissed me off for some reasons. Firstly, I told a friend to go there early to get a good place to chill because I was going to be running late. The genius decided to wait until I got there and the whole place was filled with fucking old perverts looking to take home a few photos to jerk off to. When we finally found a spot and I was starting to have a good time a friend started to call me a gazillion times to check up on his girlfriend. I was really trying to be patient with him but when he started asking me stupid paranoid questions which I found to be really inappropriate, it really pissed me off.
I mean come on, you really need to ask me WHAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS WEARING? Some people can just be really fucking retarded. I listened to his problems and told him directly that he wanted to go for a girl that liked to go out and have a good time with friends regardless of the location. I even told him that he should go with her sometimes because I knew she would really like that but being the super nerd that he is, he doesn't.
Let's just say I settled that by letting her in on a tiny bit on information about his paranoia leading him to look for his ex again. I'm pretty sure she was glad to find that out.
So since he was ruining my night with the constant calls, when I finally got back to my table the alcohol actually managed to run out. So let's recap how that happened:
I told RBC to bring a date since he just broke up and the girl who was interested in him for the longest time wanted to go out. So I hooked him up. He and his date replied my good faith by being very generous in alcohol consumption. I swear the dood really is fucked in the head or something as when she left he chose to stay with us.
A friend was there but didn't have anyone to hang with so I invited him to our table. While I was away he actually managed to find his friends and they helped themselves to the free booze. I really wouldn't have mind if they were the least bit friendly and left something for me.
So there I was, pissed off and sober as hell. I wasn't even a little high. CHEEBYE.
There is more I could write about but this post has been bloody long already and it's 7 in the fucking morning.
Till Next Time
Ki//joy
Ki//joy
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