You Know What This Means?

This means freedom !!! Woohoo! For three months! Double woohoo!!

I really need this break so I can rejuvenate and go back to college in August fully charged. Like Elecktra or Superwoman. Minus the big boobs and costume.

So what did I learn this semester? I know you did not ask, but I just want to write it anyway. Besides the usual knowledge and experience I gained from all the subjects, there are other vital skills I picked up here and there. For instance, whenever there is a tissue roll in the toilet, take extra before it runs out in one hour's time. Okay, I wanted to write more about the skills I learned but I totally forgot what I wanted to write. Actually, I don't even remember if there is anything else to begin with.

So, moving on,my college life revolves around going to to classes, eating, with friends or alone, going to Summit sometimes and going home. Oh, occasionally I'll go to the enquiry or reception area to study, which used to be rather quiet as not many people would go there. Even if they do, they go there to sleep, like a friend of mine.Haha. It's nice to study there really, the table is big enough, the leather seat is comfortable and it is set at the optimum temperature. Perfecto.

But, lately many students go there to do their assignments with their laptops on and BLASTING the crappy songs of this generation. Bloody bloody hell. Screw all the songs with their stupid lyrics. Screw all the no-one-understands-how-I-feel emo shit. Gothic crap. Punk bullshit. Give me back the songs of the good old days. I want real, talented singers with brains, not some teenager who barely step out into the world singing about life. Lip-synch and depend entirely on the recording studio to alter the tuneless croaking to sound something like a cricket shrilling. And then earning big bucks and fame, then feel superior but ask for privacy because "I am only human, I need privacy too." And I need your money, asshole.

Phew. I just defeated the purpose of writing this entry. Shall refrain myself from complaining next time. So, anyway, these are a few photos of some of the food I took during break time or after class or even in class. Photos of food eaten during Spring Semester. Yes-lah. A perfect way to end this entry and the semester with good thoughts.

To those who are still taking exams, I just want to say, WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!
The writing on the cake for the last photo has nothing to do with me. As if the delicious blueberry cheesecake not cheesy enough, a lame classmate has to be extra cheesy and wrote that. It's like," dudeeeeeee, what are you thinking?!?!"
Oh well, hope the lecturer buys it. Then we will get our A, yay!

Goodbye, spring. Hellooooooo free time!

The End of Spring Semester

Hellooooooo everybody! How have you all been? Still raping your dogs?

Anyway, I am feeling great today. Just took a shit awhile ago. Nice. Spring semester is ending and it's good news since it was a fucking hectic semester. I have been having migraine for the past week till now. Dad just gave me a pill for migraine that my aunt from Paris left for us. The instructions were all in French, so I might have taken a mothball for all I know. Wish me luck !

I spent the last two months doing assignments, organizing events, studying for quizzes and tests, shooting a film and arguing with my bf. I hardly had time to do things I enjoy, like doing nothing.

The reason why I am writing this pointless post is because I am supposed to be doing my Chemistry assignment now. The whole bloody chapter of that miserable subject is even more pointless than this post, I tell you. Argh. Roar. Don't even let me get started on it or this post will be a long, boring and sleep inducing post like ALL your posts, Chua.

Tomorrow I got to travel all the way to college just to hand up the assignment. Bloody hell. Still, I am kind of looking forward to traveling back in RapidKL, just hope it won't rain. And this time, I better remember to stop at Mid Valley and not KL Sentral. That dodgy place is always full of creepy looking men who stared at you like the perverts they are.

By the way, people, my birthday is coming soon. I will be 22 years old. Hmm, twenty two. If you ask me, that's a pretty big number. After all, I could only count until 10.

So, I better get going now and try to do my assignment. Be good, people, don't try naughty naughty things !
Goodbye!

Thank you Australia

This is my third year in this country and I have only about 6 more years to go before I graduate. Much has happened and my way of life has quickly adapted to this shit hole of a country. I thank Australia for everything that has happened. In fact, I love Australia so much that this post will be mainly about my gratitude.

Thank you Australia for the "Go Green campaigns" which I couldn't be bothered with. You encourage us to use less and recycle more. Because of tree hugging hippies like you, I feel no guilt now when I litter, knowing that there are plenty of assholes like you to balance the ecological footprint I leave. Thank you Coles for using extra thin plastic bags to save the environment. I now have to demand that my groceries be double bagged, causing more damage to the environment. Thank you Dalgety Square for increasing the rent and then claiming that cold water is completely free. I can now go to university with my cold tap running just to make every cent of my money count.

Thank you Australian hippies who protest against hydroelectric dams, a renewable source of energy when Australia burns tremendous amounts of coal just to power its cities. From your neon lights to your air conditioners to even your recycling plants, I'd say until you are willing to live like a third world country, shut the hell up about your contradictory filled propagandas. You assholes still emit more carbon dioxide than most countries. From your dishwashers to your gay ass sprinklers bought by incapable middle aged men, its no wonder your bloody water reserves are decreasing.

Thank you UNSW for having a retarded amount of parking lots around campus. Thank you Australia for the time limit for the parking spots. With these two combined, I thank you all for me only needing to go to university twice a week for "parking reasons". Thank you UNSW for your inefficient administration, your examinations in the race course, as well as cocky but retarded tutors. My university life could never be more pleasant.

Thank you Sydney for your teenage wannabe locals, riding around in their souped up Imprezas. You assholes stink up the place, 50 in a car, wearing cheap NY caps, all while blaring some nigger music that most people who do not want to spend their lives in McDonalds would not care about. Thank you Australia for your overpriced car insurance, I am now driving around uninsured and am more likely to commit a bang and run. Thank you Australia for the never ending supply of Asians who are not proud to be Asians. You morons elevate the rest of us a step higher in the food chain. Thank you Australia for the Chinese girls who greet and lure ONLY CAUCASIANS into their restaurants. You clearly know how to trade pride with money.

To sum up my gratitude towards Australia, I present you this:




Thank you Australia for everything,
Meditator