Ask-for-sarsi !

I just witnessed student politics. Last night the calon-calon for the coming uni elections were doing their organized campaigning. This is what I gather:

If I wanna be elected, my campaign speech should go something like this, “My name is Shelby Ng, remember, Shel-by Ng. Yes, Shelby Ng. I said Shelby Ng. When you vote, look for the name, Shelby Ng. What I plan to do doesn’t matter; just remember Shelby Ng, Shelby Ng, Shelby Ng.”

To get the crowd really buzzing for me, I then repeatedly shout some obscure phrase that no one actually understands, “In-spi-ra-tion! In-spi-ra-tion! Live In-spi-ra-ti-on!” thrust my fist into the air and the people will practically become orgasmic.

Of course, if I am one that does not shout obscure, ambiguous phrases that rhymes with Ask-for-Sarsi, I will then have to fight to be heard over the noise made by the orgasmers yelling “Liar liar pants on fire”. I will also try to ignore the distraction behind me, as suddenly everyone would be walking about instead of sitting politely in their places. Not only that, I’d be speaking in darkness because conveniently the lights above me would go off when it was my turn.

As a spectator to all of what happened, it’s just so saddening to see the ignorance of the students. Cheering for people that aren’t saying anything. Hurling insults at people who are.

USM : Kami Memimpin

Environmental Friendly Shield-tox

Has anyone ever seen such a thing?

I've not.















Its like a big huge tudung saji


For a human.

Vagina Dialogues

Notes passed between friends during a lecture:

Sigh. Is it too soon for me to start to feel lonely? It feels too soon, but…Sigh. Life sucks. Respond.


You’re feeling lonely? Aiyo, why la? Maybe it’s time you found a man OR maybe you need SEX! I hear it’s a great cure for many a lonely heart.


Yeah. Think the pangs for a male in my life is creeping in on me. BUT I know its too early and NOT the right time. Plus there’s no one anyway. Yeah- if only things can be casual. Like simply meet some fella and enjoy short term, then part ways happily. Hmmmm… Maybe I do need sex, but that’ll be problematic since I wanna be a virgin bride. But it does sound like a tempting answer. How la, how????????????


We need to discuss this cause I have some similar feelings. Is it pathetic that we need a man to cure our loneliness? Or is it normal? But its nice having a man around. Are you ok or not? Gonna get your period ah?


Yeah, in a few days. I think it’s the same for both genders, as in guys too will feel THIS kind of loneliness. It’s not the same kind as missing hanging out with friends, or not having people around… Its one kind that makes you feel longing. And sad. And etc. Dunno la… Pathetic? Maybe. But Real and Human. Wanna include Michael in this talk?


Ok… But he might think we’re pathetic… You know something? I feel lonely at times too. Having a guy around is a different feeling altogether. You have to experience it in order to understand what we mean. [Eh, better not include Mike. He’ll really think we’re losers.]


I don’t think we’re losers. But at the same time I wanna be the strong, independent woman etc. Yet maybe God made us like this. Ya know, male and female. Like Rashidi said this morning, we all may have a similar internal THING that makes us tick. Sigh. Depressing. No one loves me. No one wants me. I’m unlovable. Woohoo!! <-- Note intercepted by Mike


Don’t talk nonsense la you… Eh, we really need to have a discussion about this la… Btw, I had a drink with the Dr last night (it’s usually a weekly affair). This Saturday might go to Botanical Gardens with him in the evening, then movie and dinner at TGIF. But there’s a story about him too. Will tell you during our discussion.


Yeah…we need to. Must be the Hormones. I’m seriously unbalanced la. Ok, after class we have discussion. You eat and we talk. Sigh. I’m so sad!!! Sorta. Not in a suicidal way, but in THAT loneliness way. But it’s being so weak! I cannot tahan! Hate it. Ambivalence.


It’s definitely the hormones. You’ll feel better after you get your period. I’m meeting someone after class, so we have discussion another time. I really understand that loneliness thing. I’m experiencing it. Sorta. And I’m scared I might give in and do something dumb like get involved in something with someone that will only have a disastrous ending and a ruined friendship. Sigh… Life is too complicated. Wish I was one of those wham-bam-thank-you-maam girls. Life would be SO MUCH easier!


Exactly!!! I totally get the whole ‘give in’ thing. TOTALLY! So scary. Bleh… Stupid hormones. How can they make me this way. So sad. Stupid!!! Weakness of the females. I think I go back and have a good cry. Might help? Get over the feeling. Why can’t it just be happily ever after… Like I said, life sucks.


I felt exactly the same way a few weeks ago before my period. Uneasy. Disturbed. Sad. I did cry in my room- for no reason! So stupid! Dunno if it helped but just wait for period to be over.
You’ll feel better.

Caricature of Life

A representation of a person that is exaggerated for comic effect

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I honestly cant see me but, what the heck. I've always wanted to get it done, but never have. So i finally did it yesterday since the stall was set up near DTSP. For RM10 i'm the queen of my own island.

This is for Su (18PL)

No brainer, gettit gettit? Hur hur hur..

Actually, the ending was done by sadistic Kevin.

Uni life, i'm studying real hard as you can see.

=p

Poison

I have been poisoned. Slowly and agonizingly.

It all began 5months ago, or so I choose to believe. Someone suggested something, not a frivolous “Hey, you should trim your hair”, but something that really struck a nerve, so to speak. I totally blame this person for bringing it up. Yet, when asked, I explained the reasons why it’s not something to be considered, and said person smart-assedly went and pointed out that meant I had already given it prior thought. Darn, caught.

I still choose to believe it started when said person suggested it 5months ago. Or rather, it only became real once the person said out loud what I had been only thinking. What more, it came out of the blue! I've never understood how that person managed to hit the nail on the head, so accurately. But articulating it aloud, made it tangible. Bah. And the way it was suggested, urgh. Sounded so appealing. So convincing. So possible.

Ever since then, the suggestion has been festering in my mind like a bad smell. If bad smells are festerable. According to the definition, fester: irritate, aggravate, worsen, be annoying. Yes, that’s exactly it! For 7months, I mean, 5months of course, the poison has spread like cancer from my brain to all other parts of my being. Till its there, everywhere. Floating in the dark masses of fluff in my head.
What’s worse, said person suggested it again a month ago. Grrrrr! Why torture me, why?

It’s easy for me to drop the matter if it was coming from any Tom, Dick or Harry, but it comes from someone whom I love, respect and hold in high regard. Dang. Lagi la the words shook me, and made me wonder if I should reconsider the consideration that I had already condemned. Stubborn Me says, of course not- it’s written off and a non option. I am making a right choice.

Yet, the most thought niggling point made was this, if I don’t reconsider, it might eventually be too late, the option gone and I’ll be left crying, kicking myself in regret. Uh oh. That’s not good. Let me tell you why, if you are interested. Simply because there is the possibility that I’ll be left crying and kicking myself in regret. Not something anyone wants.

In my musings, my world of Imagination, I make the rules, I write the story and it never included this likelihood. I conclude if I don’t even open myself to the possibility, there’s more chance of a better outcome. Yes, it’s true. I believe it. Just gotta drill it into my messed up head.

Kopi

Saw this self-made sign up in Mandarin Cafe coffee shop, Sg. Dua :




















I find it amusing, cause it means there's actually a large enough number of people that request for beer mugs, they even charge for it.

"Chit au kopi-o...Wai ai beer glass"

=p

Futsal anyone?

A futsal court has opened up in One Utama Shopping Complex, on the Upper Roof of the New Wing, next to the batting cages. No more traveling far and wide to search for a place to sweat it out.




















So, anyone that plays, go now while there's still promo rates;

Opening Promotional Rates:
REGULAR COURTS - RM100 per hour (Normal rate: RM120)
BIG COURT - RM200 per hour (Normal rate: RM220)

Check out the website for more info:
http://www.padang.com.my/

Arrogance and Ignorance

Some people are just that.
Many nights i have stayed up with friends debating and arguing certain issues.
Stupid things, dumb things. The other night a discussion cropped up when one person said, "My logic is more superior than Jerry's logic."














So i argued back. Unless something is proven, until that point, each individual has their own way of being logical and you cant measure who's is "better". All factors like background, values, experience etc will contribute to how someone come up with a conclusion.
The sad thing is, this 3 hour discussion lasted so long because my friend couldn't accept that we couldn't agree that she was better than another.

In our talking, we then tried to explain to her how there are some things that are just not measurable.
Creativity, intelligence, musical...

But she argued it could be measured, so i asked her - Is a tone deaf person that sings totally out of key not musical?

How can you say a water colour painting by an art student is more creative than a child's finger painting? I'm not talking about skill, I'm talking about creativity. What exactly are you gonna measure?

The world has their way of evaluating, yes, no doubt. Exams and all.

I'm of the opinion that things like that cant be measured.

My friend is of an opinion that he KNOWS God can and will measure who is more logical/musical/creative than the other. He will measure how smart we are, but he wont measure us for how smart we are...

Go figure.

How silly can two silly girls be?

Last week i had a field trip with my journalism class to the Utusan Melayu printing factory on the mainland. We were given a short history of the place by a nice gentleman, and halfway through a younger staff walked into the room and immediately heads turned. Later, he was introduced as an ex-USMer, did Mass Com and now is a journalist with the paper. Anyway, while he was giving his short talk, this was what me and my friend were scribbling down to each other:

S : I bet the guy that just walked in was/is a hit with all the Malay girls. And he knows it.
SS : [Nods head in agreement] We are so judgemental and b*tchy!
S: But i think its a fact wor...

SS: Look at the girl over there...
S: Oh My Gosh! She's gazing adoringly at him.
(seriously though she was... Head resting on her palm, staring unblinkingly with a distant smile on her face.)

SS : I dont think he's cute or anything...But there's something about him la...AURA ya know?
S : Yeah.

(Our turn to stare, i mean, listen to him talking about his experiences as a reporter.)

S : Yeah... Attractive though not cute. But he's a good male specimen - tall, non-fat, I especially like the rolled up sleeves, its macho.
SS : I totally agree!!!!!!!!

(We are distracted by him moving/waving his arms about. It seems to have us hypnotized. His arms were very...man)

SS : He has a very nice body...
S : YES

(More staring at his arms)

S : WE ARE HOPELESS !
SS : [Nods in shame]

Come on gals, i'm sure you know what we were talking about and have had similar thoughts...

;p

Broken

Sigh, over the weekend i accidentally broke 2 things near and dear to me.

One- my sunnies... They were one of my happiest buys, after searching for ages it was discovered in a super el-cheapo shop in One Utama. I think they broke when i set down my bag and all the weight of the stuff was on it.













Two - My fav. necklace. This one lagi sakit hati. I thought the clasp was done properly but it wasn't and it went crashing to the cement floor. Was a gift from my brother, from his trip to Sabah. Super sigh. I'm not really a jewellery person, but i loved this one.



















Oh well.

Stalemate

I think of you sitting there
Wondering if you even care
Confused and feeling rejected
Accepting what's been neglected

I think of you walking by
Barely stopping to meet my eye
The past seems a long time ago
Perhaps i should just let it go

I think of you laughing out loud
A distinct voice within the crowd
Yet i am not part of the private joke
Realizing you've chosen other folk

I think of you living out your days
Happy in knowing there are no dismays
Healing from the slap in my face
From the distance is my rightful place

I think of your choice and say enough
No longer able to remain tough
I've been through the chasing game before
Too drained, so now i can't anymore

You live your life and i live mine
I know in time we'll both be fine
Following your lead so don't complain
If things aren't ever the same again.

Leaving on a jet plane...

Woo hoo!
My guitar test is over...

We were called in one by one and asked to play, Leavin on a Jet plane which is just G, C and D7.
Super duper Sap-sap sui to seasoned guitarists, but it was still kinda challenging and nerve wracking for me.

After getting through it relatively alright, the teacher then askes, "so- what other chords do you know..?"
Ummm- Am, Dm, D, Bm... Cant remember what else i played. Oh yeah, Em, E, Bm

It was all over within 4minutes i think.

However, the one hour of waiting before my turn to come was agony.

AND - i managed to embarrass myself, as usual.

When it was my turn and i went to the room, for some reason my grip on the door knob wasn't that tight, and when i pulled open, the door swung outta my hand and phanged! against the wall. I gave the poor teacher inside a fright.

Sigh.

But! Its OVER!

1 Litre of Tears

During my moments of room/bed arrest, i relied a lot on dvd's to keep me occupied. I swiped one from Li Yee that i had never heard of before, and turned out to be a Japanese drama, 11 episodes long.

The title alone gives a clue that its sad, and boy is it sad.

Its based on a true story about 15year old girl Aya who suffers from an incurable disease, where slowly over the years, she loses the ability to do everything- walk, talk, stand, move, swallow... The script is based on the diary Aya kept writing until she could no longer hold a pen.

Wah- sad oh some of the scenes. It showed how she struggled to stay positive through everything. I think one of the lowest points she found herself in was when she went to go to the toilet, fell and wet herself on the floor, because she could no longer walk. Even worse was watching her family, the helplessness and conflict that goes on when someone you love is suffering. Loved her family, the dynamics and their interactions.













Of course, there's the romance element in it. Her first love interest is a jerk, its the same actor that played L in Death Note, kinda funny to see him in a different role. He ditches her when he finds out about her illness... When the going gets tough... Jerk!

She later develops an interest in Haruto. Although somewhat cold, Haruto was still kind to her through all the years. Some time later on, she writes him a love letter, and i didnt expect what she said in it.Very sad la, very sad...













So yeah, i didn't cry 1 Litre of Tears, but i did get caught up in it and i guess these kinda shows serve as reminders about not taking things in life for granted.

On the mend

I'm getting better, sorta- the aches and horrid flu feeling is gone,but i've still got a bad cough and blocked nose.

(Un)Happy Merdeka

I spent Merdeka eve rolling around on my bed. I knew i'd get sick sooner or later since the bug has been going around USM, it was inevitable.

I went to the doctor down tho road from my hostel, and i'm begining to think that the USM panel doctors are all useless. I suspected i had a fever but when i saw him, he didnt even check, although i asked him twice if he was sure. I mean, how hard is it for him to shove a bloody thermometer into my mouth for goodness sake? Just to be certain. My time in his office was less than 5mins, and before i left the room he was already asking the nurse the name of the next patient.

My hopes of going to watch the fireworks were dashed, and at the stroke of midnight i peered out my hostel room window, alone, listening to the faint sounds of the fireworks in the distance. Kinda depressing.

Merdeka day was even worse. My "non existant fever" got worse, and i was tossing and turning for 6hours, unable to sleep due to horrible back pains i couldn't escape, no matter which position i tried. It was so bad that when my roommate left for dinner, i was moaning and groaning and cursing out loud in attemps to find relief.

Thank God, unexpected help came in the form of Sue Min who dropped by with some food. I think i gave her a fright when i opened the door like an ogre. She took one look at me, touched my forehead and said "I'm taking you to the doctor."

I went to a normal clinic where i explained how the previous doc didnt bother checking my temp, and the pain killers he gave didnt seem to have any effect at all.

I ended up getting an injection for the pain (guess where... =/ ) ,some stronger meds, and a doctor who seemed more concerned for me than the previous squat. Thankfully, the meds seem to be working- today feeling much better although my voice sounds like an 82year old evil, wicked witch.

I think, in line with Independence Day, this is a lesson for me - to know when i can rely on my own strength and when to swallow my pride and seek help.
(That and USM panel doctors SUCK!)