Shallow

It may be just me but I find people around me pretty shallow. Especially those who are like crazy popular, which I'm not, I'm the nerd hello I don't have much friends.

You may say, hey its just you hello if they're popular it means people like them and if people like them, they can't be shallow. Oh and since you're not popular anyway, you don't actually know them and maybe they're really awesome fun people inside. And why would anybody bother to be deep with you anyway, you're not important. Meh.

NO. I may sound really assholey and cocky in the following passages, but hey I'm just trying to make my point.

Let's look at some examples.

So, I've been stalking a couple popular kids at my school since well, they have crazy social media websites its so easy to stalk, and hey they're popular, its their life's dream to be stalked. Right, their replies to people are so BLEGH. Popular girls like to post their selfies, which heck I don't deny, they are crazy hot, but lets look at the comments shall we. So people would comment: " OMG XXX, YOU'RE SO PRETTY" and XXX would reply "People, THANK YOU, YOU TOO you're so gorgeous too." which okay is pretty normal, BUT EVERY SINGLE PICTURE THEY REPLY THAT, even though the person who commented literally looks like shit. Its like they're reading from a textbook: if person comment this, reply this.
So I stalked a few more, and all their replies pretty much mean the same thing. After going through a few pictures of them on Instagram, I could already predict their replies if somebody commented. I don't know why people even bother to comment anyway, said popular person would just reply from The Standard Popular People Replies textbook.

So, some popular kid at my high school started talking to me recently, since we use to be friends, but he got popular and kind of forgotten me, so he tweeted me, and gawd was it boring we were talking about universities, and colleges, and courses. Geez. Okay, he's the dude in this conversation, so he was leading it, I just responded accordingly. And maybe for some people its interesting to talk about college choices, but no, it really doesn't do anything for me. I don't think it would do anything for anyone, who would enjoy for example, in the middle of say, having intercourse, an in depth conversation about college choices, to turn them on, OKAY maybe those who work as college advisors.

Maybe its because I don't club, or smoke, or inhale drugs I guess, or maybe I'm not cool enough to be popular, since seriously, clubbing and smoking and all that shizz is what the popular kids all talk about, OOH and working out, I can't believe I forgotten that.

Another example, was FB messaging with some guy I just met, he's pretty popular, buff guy, a senior, clubs around with the popular girls, I guess he could be counted as popular, and so we chatted for like 5 minutes, and I already claimed I was sleepy and left the conversation. The entire conversation was about how he thought I was cute. It was just chock full of compliments, which sure I love compliments, but tideful of compliments just make me uncomfortable.

I think since they're popular they're used to girls throwing themselves at their feet. So with a few compliments, them girls would play straight into their hands. OR since popular guys only date popular girls, and majority of popular girls are insecure, just some compliments would make them totally fall in love and marry them and have their kids.

God is fair then. ugly people are smart and interesting as a survival instinct, whereas good looking and handsome people tend to not be very interesting, and a bit shallow. Natural selection, I guess. So, as being quite nerdy and smart, I guess I'm doomed to be ugly. But hey, at least in the future maybe, I would be earning big bucks, since I'm smart, so I could afford plastic surgery, and professional trainers and hairstylist, welp, there's hope there.

I'm so gonna ace sociology next semester. :) :) :P

Toodles

Birthday

Hey I'm back!

Yeap I've finished my finals and its a tragedy. Its been such a long time since I actually wrote anything I really miss writing all sorts of shit on all kinds of surfaces.

True now I'm on holiday but heck I'm busy. Since it was my birthday just 2 days ago I really really had to celebrate with friends.

I say that like I'm being dragged to celebrate, and yeap, I was totally dragged by my hair to celebrate  my birthday, cause honestly I don't get why birthdays need to be celebrated, like what's the big deal with popping out from my mom's womb that's not an accomplishment at all.

Although I say that, I am in fact truly thankful to my friends who actually remembered my birthday without the help of Facebook since my birthday ain't published there. So. Now I have to also remember all my friends birthday and remember to wish them. SEE ain't birthdays horrifying.

So day before my birthday went with the BF to some mamak for hookah, and he bought a slice of my favourite cake and when he came and fetch me, lighted it up in the car and sang. Damn that was sweet. He gave me a power bank too for my new phone.

So after that I went out again with friends for another round of hookah, and after that we went burger hunting. Which was cool, and extremely fattening.

Birthday itself was awesome too, had sushi for lunch, and after that dinner with the family and cake, and supper with friends and another round of hookah. Damn my lungs are so gonna wither and die.

So anyway, am watching Gossip Girl now, and yeap I know I'm outdated and all but I already finished all my Game of Thrones ( not really, I skipped a few episodes, but I read the book, so, that counts ) and I finished 10 seasons of Friends also. OOOH so am totally inspired by Dan to write more, so here goes.

Toodles for now

Its like 1:20 am in the morning, holidays totally screw up my internal clock time

OOOH and I've got a new phoneeee, so hello Twitter, I'm active again :)

Resolutions. Again.

Hey so sorry haven't posted anything in like forever.

Here's my excuses once again
(1) I'm a student hello, most of my time I spend on studying.
(2) My major is engineering. Which, I think speaks for itself in time consuming terms.
(3) I'm pretty lazy. Like to unbelievable standards.
(4) I have a boyfriend, which, consumes more time than studying
(5) Oh and I've just started a new TV series. Which has like 10 seasons, to replace the How I Met Your Mother hole in my heart.
(6) Hey swear I'm so busy I haven't even have time to catch up on Naruto.
(7) My parents practice child labour ( Nah, I'm kidding don't come with SWAT teams I love my parents, but in all seriousness they do in fact make me do ALL the housework, I mean whytf wont they get a maid )
(8) I'm lazy
(9) My brother started working, so all the dirty jobs in the house falls on me.
(10) My finals are in 4 days.

So 10 reasons there you go.

Right I had resolutions. So, totally plan to start working out after these finals, since heck I'm so out of shape I'm practically a random closed curve ( Calculus, bitch! ), so gonna blog about working out. Cause bragging about it is like the only way I'll stay motivated. Who doesn't like praise, see all the #30healthydays tags and all I've been seeing everywhere on Instagram.

Gonna practise more piano and pass this shit once and for all and wash my hands of it. Not that I hate playing piano, I just keep failing the exam.

Oh and blog more. Swear.

OOOOH  MA BIRTHDAYS COMING UP!

My parents swear to god chose the worst time to procreate, damnit it always falls on some important exam. 19 years of my life and the only time my birthday didn't fall on some exam was before I started kindergarten.

Toodles :)

Valentines y all

HEY

Usually I only update here to complaint and rant about stuff that doesn't satisfy me in life. Cause well. I'm a first world kid. No shit, I'm allergic to dust, and metal, which means I will never ever vacuum or clean the house in my entire life and I shall be wearing sterling silver or pure gold jewellery only. Because anything less than pure gold and I'll start itching.

I know right! I constantly amaze myself at how weak I am too!



Right. Valentines. Oh yeah didn't expected that right you guys. Betcha expected me to stay at home ALL BY MYSELF~ gorging on leftover CNY cookies and milk and complaining about life to my dog who I think hates me cause she's constantly running away from me and I only thought cats did that but nooooo. She's such a bitch. To think I spend like RM 80 to groom her fur and all when I don't even spend that kind of money in grooming myself. Love sucks, you give and don't receive.

OH YEA. VALENTINES. Anyway started of kind of bad as he was late by like an hour due to crazy jam which was true he ain't lying to get away from me, I saw the jam with my own eyes.

Went to every single restaurant but all of them had like mad queues to get in so we just settled to eat cheap char chan teng food, which heck wasn't romantic at all. I mean there was a gay couple in the table next to ours and because it was so packed they were literally one feet away from us I could reach out my hand and touch their food plus hearing other peoples conversation isn't that pleasant too.

BUT WHO CARES. Had fun anyway. And I byotch up his plans too he had this elaborate plan to go to various places after dinner but dinner itself already took 3 hours, plus driving time in the jam, I would say it was a 4 hour date. BUT heck it was fun, talked the entire time didn't even noticed time flying thus spent the entire night at the char chan teng eating ramen noodles and broccoli. Seriously. I wanted to eat ramen noodles so I ordered it for Valentines. This is how I roll yo.

I'm not that high maintenance after all. You just need to feed me ramen noodles. On a date. Didn't even order some fancy appetizer and stuff. Which damn he was paying, WHY DIDN'T I?

So, there was a handmade card involved too. AINT THAT SWEET. Handmade ya know. And it popped out. ARGH SO CUTE. He was like so embarrassed cause he said it was all pink and shizz and he wrote stuff in with a pencil. Okay. But still it made me go AW.

THATS ALL. Needed to record it down actually. There's another chapter to the story like how I got caught sneaking out by my mum and endured some heavy questioning, and she totally smelled me and said I smelled like beer and smoke. Which. Yea.
Oh and there's an extra guest at my house. Saw extra pair of shoes at my door. AND my brother's room is locked. *raise eyebrows *wink *raise eyebrows again at bro cause them shoes are a size 46 flip flops and they look like guy slippers.

Okay bro.

BYE! :)

Friends

Hey

Always had a problem spelling the word friends when I was a kid, always mixing up the E and the I. Always believed that because I couldn't spell it I ll be cursed to have to friends. (its a Chinese thing where when you scold people in insults, one of them would be like, "you asshole, don't you know how to write the word friends? " it means like you suck at being a friend and would often be used in arguments between friends).

So just read this article that appeared on my Facebook timeline. Its a Thought Catalogue article that writes about stuff girls do together. Kind of got me thinking who's actually my real friends and which group of friends would actually last.

See I had a bunch of tight knit friends in high school where we would do everything together like skipping a few classes to run to Starbucks for a coffee, stay back in school just to talk, lunch breaks spent on finding the best restaurants, and studying for tests together, well all these happen when we were poor students with no cars and no cool smart phones with just plenty of time on hand. Swear we would take a bus everywhere and we wouldn't find it a hassle.

But somehow now, I'm in college now and I'm not living in a dorm as its just college and its like 2 bus rides from my house. I ain't got any car, which means travelling around to visit friends is a problem, but heck I've got a cool phone now that can Whatsapp and all. Thing is, between friends, sooner or later, they'll stop texting each other because they'll think the other persons busy and don't want to be disturbing and in time, the memory of friendship fades and you will just forget each other and end up being just acquaintances.

That's effingly sad.

Which brings me to this. Which group of friends will actually last you a lifetime?

I've googled it and google says NONE.

Then what's the point in making friends as in the long run they're going to leave you and cause you tons of heartache?

Apparently, personality of people changes overtime as nobody can be together forever. Living proof see, you go to college or university or work and you'll have to leave your group of friends anyway and over time you lose them.
Eventually you'll get married and be swamped in a sea of baby diapers and all and won't have time for friends.

So after thinking long and hard I've came to a conclusion that you should find your best friends in your neighbours. Distance won't be a problem. And you'll always be forced to see them. And you can do any crazy stuff whenever you want, heck even if its 3am in the morning and it'll be okay. Your parents will know each other and won't give each other grief for coming home late of skipping curfew or drinking and all that.

Ain't it perfect.

College

Hey I'm back again.

Anyways, follow me on Dayre if you're interested in daily updates I guess. I have too much thoughts in my brain that seriously one blog ain't enough to contain them. Oh and like what I ranted, the blogger app sucks so difficult to use its just easier to open another blog and just crap there.

Well College. Should be a dream come true for most people that my parents actually pays for my college tuition fees fully and I myself don't even have to pay a damn cent. Which has it pros and cons see, I don't appreciate going to college now. Being totally truthful and honest to myself I rather drop out of college for a year or so and maybe have a job flipping burgers or selling shoes. Not that I don't want an education, just that I don't think I want to study right now. Because my sole motivation of going to college is the fact that I have to. Its such a chore.

The thought of going to college actually repulses me so much I rather go and flip burgers. Maybe my brain is going bonkers. But swear, the chore of waking up early in the morning, and typing out lab reports that I have no idea what they are actually about and figuring out what I'm supposed to do in lab, and homework, and hours and hours of endless classes which heck bore me like crazy at the end of the day I'm essentially brain dead as brain cannot process the huge amount of unknown info in my head invading like a frigging virus that by 6pm, all I can say is just ARGH, ERM, EHHH, BLAHH, and FUDGE. I've turned into a zombie.

Oh and the fact that I have totally limited amount of friends contribute too. But not much as my timetable is so full its impossible to make small talk anyways. And during class everybody is frigging quiet and taking notes and nobody ever talks its like the lecturer is sprouting gold nuggets from his mouth. Which in a sense, yea, gold nuggets of wisdom. Whatever.

Contemplating whether I should differ a year of college just to go flip some burgers and get my act together. See by just typing this blog post I have wasted 10 minutes I could use on studying some statics stuff. God, I'm so stressed right now. And it ain't even test season. Heck it ain't even quiz season. Maybe because my lecturer is freakishly scary. Swear that dude has tiniest eyes and a moustache and he kind of looks like them ancient Japanese Samurai that kill you in your sleep. Doesn't help that he's totally good in Maths. Am totally intimidated by people who are good in maths. I mean, who wouldn't does people are geniuses, they totally have the potential to become pedo serial killers.

Bye. Gonna go slave over lab reports and homework and what not.

On holiday today. My college finally did something right for the first time in its entire existence - giving out appropriate holidays.

I totally don't get why nobody likes me. I'm so freakishly fun and sporting. Sure, you may say that people who are truly fun and sporting would not come out directly and state that they are fun and sporty. Just like how psycho killers would never admit that they are in fact psycho killers. But hey, this blog is essentially what's going on in my brain and its not in any way psychotic and bitchy right? RIGHT?

Well. I've got a best friend who likes me and brings me out whenever he cans. I got that going for me I guess. And its really sweet that he lives like a 25 minute drive from my house plus there's a toll in that stretch of road, which he willingly pays. Aw. That proves I'm a really really fun sporty and interesting person right?

Quite a productive day so far. Went to the gym for the first time this year. Literally died on the treadmill after 15 minutes. How can people go to the gym for fun? And REGULARLY? What is wrong with these people are they automatons made out of steel and they sweat out hydrocarbons? Or are they just insecure about themselves until the point that they will drop dead when they stop going to the gym and see a mirror? But still, applause for them, good for you, but I'm never ever going to the gym again this month. Or until the weighing scale says I have to.

Ooooooh though going to the gym was quite of an ego boost. There was this bunch of teenage boys around the age of maybe 16? They look young anyways. And it feels effing awesome to be centre of their attention MUAHAHAH. It helps also if you happen to be the only female in the entire gym. Plus they asked me to help them take a photo. Which is kinda stupid who takes pictures in the gym? Unless you're so ripped from the gym session that you fell in love in yourself and need to document the moment. I mean, during gym time you're all sweaty and red in the face and wearing your workout clothes. Yea.

Going to the gym seriously sucks. Not going to go until I gain like 10kg and when my best friend absolutely hates me and can't stand to be around me as going to puncture his car tyres, then only would I grudgingly go. Its 2 more days till Chinese New Year and there's like a ton of cleaning to do in my house. Mainly my room seriously even though have started cleaning since December I still think if I look hard enough I ll find cockroach families somewhere. AND going to the gym makes my muscles ache like craaaaaaaaaazy so, SO gonna get scolded by my parents because lack of clean air in my room, due to me being unable to hold a broom because my arms feel like falling off.

CIAOS. HAPPY CNY! :D