My first day of work and I actually forgot to bring my handphone. God.
Genius Tan indeed.

I start work in less than 10 hrs, and this means no more sleeping at 3am and waking up past noon. Woe! It's exciting though, but lotsa people tell me that very soon I'll be so sick of it. Oh dear. Let's just enjoy the feeling of anticipation for now, and dread it later.
No more lotsa things, eg. afternoon naps, slacking around (which I've been doing for the past month), spending like money drops from heaven, etc etc. Shucks.
On a side note, this trip to KL was quite fun despite a few worries from someone who was afraid that I might be bored. I got to watch a guy down 10 bottles of vitagen without puking, with a sort of agreement that next time he'd try to down 15. It's not easy, downing lotsa vitagen. Guaranteed diarrhea, if not immediate puking.
Best of all, I spent the weekend with the most precious, most patient darling, and I couldn't be any happier.

USMA is so fooking retarded. I called up to ask about my results and I got transferred 4 times, twice to the same guy who gave me the wrong extension. He sounded like he just woke up. Totally spoilt my morning, I felt like screaming at them.


RETARDS.


And I still haven't got my results. Technical problem, apparently. GOD.

And it's just hit me at 4.15am, more than a month after classes have ended, that my varsity life is over. That there won't be anymore studying per se for me from now on. That USM's flown past like a passing plane, when it felt like only yesterday that I first stepped into campus. Those little desks and little chairs, adieu! This is so surreal, I've just realized how much life evolved around the certainty of semesters. Now I'm semesterless and it's rather bizzare. I have this great urge to get a job as soon as possible. All this slacking around knowing that I'm not skipping any classes is actually very strange.
On a side note, Darjeeling Limited is a brilliant movie. 5 stars out of 5.

It was like watching a personal concert, the band playing all my favourite songs. We were at New World Park tonight and there was this rock band a-playin', and boy were they good! For a band to pull off Black Magic Woman, they have my love. It was a pity that we were the only people really watching, somehow New World Park was devoid of audience tonight. Must've been because it was Wesak night and people were probably busy with the procession, but that band deserved more appreciation than just 3 people clapping.
From Like A Stone to Mr Brightside, it was brilliant. If only they had played some Silverchair and Muse, but oh, Black Magic Woman! it was good enough.
Truly a night to remember!

I can't write. I just can't. I can't think of anything to write about, coming from someone who used to post an average of 1 post every 2 days from January-May last year. I guess when you're alone and bored, your mind has p-l-e-n-t-y of time to wander around.
Hopefully this isn't permanent. For the time being, I'll just write whatever comes into my head first.
At the moment, I'm thinking about going to England for a holiday (how the fuok am I going to do that?).
Looming over that thought is the interview tomorrow morning (what the fuok am I going to say?).
Why am I still awake? Why is it so hard to fall asleep at night? whywhywhywhywhy

By jove, I might've lost the skill to bitch and moan in entire sentences!

sometimes looking through old pictures suck.
memories long lost resurface once more.

Don't you just love looking back at old pictures?

I want you to check out the hair colour. omg.

Although I didn't go for the water festival at the Burmese temple (which I should have, ach!), I got splashed at anyway whilst walking back to my house (I live a stone's throw away from the temple). There were many revellers all along the street outside my place, as in I don't believe I've ever seen such a large gathering of foreigners in Penang before. Made me wonder at the amount of foreign workers we have here in Penang itself.
Anyways back to the story.
Suspecting nothing, I was heading back to my house when this guy rushed at me and half-drenched me. Damn near pissed myself. A stranger rushing at me is not something I encounter everyday. So okay, shocked but still alive, I continued walking. Halfway reaching my house, another guy casually tossed water at me. It was somewhat good fun once I realized that they meant no harm.
Note to self: Next year, during the festival, join it, or avoid walking home if getting drenched is not on the agenda. If walking home is necessary, expect to get drenched anyhow and do not wear a white shirt for it will attract unwanted attention from people holding water bottles.

It was very much a night like this - a cold, sleepless night spent pondering on my future, worrying about tufts of air. Haven't been inspired lately, and those few ideas running about in my head are usually eaten up by exam monsters. In a few weeks my final finals will be over, and there won't be any more days of perpetual slacking. I've been pretty much doing that for the past 22 years of my life anyhow, so a change would be good I suppose.
But anyways, back to the main idea. It was very much a night like this, wondering if the job applications would fall through, that I decided to find out how to apply for my Masters. So I crept out of the warm bed, sat in front of the computer and Googled. I landed in the UM website, and clicked to apply online. Seemed pretty easy. Or so I thought ...
First step, select type of course. Sure! Second, fill in personal details. Fine. Third step, course particulars. Ok. Fourth step (oh what the fuok), fifth step (aw c'mon), sixth step and so on ... I even had to write a sypnopsis of what I want to base my research on. Fine, I can do that. Just a few lines. But here was the final clinch that made me click on the ruby red X on the top righthand corner of my screen with vehemence.
After filling in everything that was required (which took quite some time), I had to print it out (no problem), I had to fork out money for the form (necessary), and I was also required to submit a 1500 word essay regarding my research, including references and so on.
After all that time spent on filling in my particulars, you tell me that you need an essay.
A 1500 word essay.
1500 words.
Fuck. you.

I say give me my chance to prove myself at work. I know that it will be tough, but I feel that it's time. Besides, the thought of 100-page essays gives me the runs.