I've got the sweetest best friend ever.

Look what she made me!

She sent it through snail mail summore. Who does that anymore nowadays!

TOTALLY made my day.

*smiles*

And look what Jane drew me in class while Mr. Happy droned on.

The Edge Chronicles-inspired.

Pardon the illegible font, irritating graininess and ominous dark shadows. I promise I'll upgrade my phone soon.

Anyway, it says:
I'm weird.
But I want to befriend you.
Can? :)


And this little bus at the side says:
Eek! Giant weirdo! O.O

I feel like a proud mom showing off my kids' artwork on the refrigerator door. But only PROUD moms do that, get it? =)


And Grace, for you. Since I don't msn anymore and your phone doesn't have bluetooth =)

Simon, you blasphemed my good name. I shall come up with an official statement after dinner. I might even consider legal action. Stay tuned to this space.

Try writing a long essay about how your personality helps you in your life and in an organization, without sounding narcissistic.

I tried. And believe me, it isn't as easy as it sounds. When Mr. Happy gave us the assignment, I thought, piece of cake la. I'll finish it in one hour. And here I am, Sunday - oh no! MONDAY! - morning at 12.59 am still trying to figure out how to fill up three pages worth of me-talk. I am slightly short of two pages. And I'm stuck. I'm not supposed to be stuck! I love writing! Argh!

But I can't write further anymore without sounding narcissistic. I know it's probably just me la, but, oh well, I don't wanna go on and on about how friendly I am and how well I work with other people. I added in a few negative points about myself to counter the narcissism, and I want to add in some more, but I don't know what else except telling him that I'm unpunctual. Nope, definitely not gonna tell him that, especially when my personality test came back showing that I'm *gasp* PUNCTUAL! *laugh laugh laugh*

I'm PUNCTUAL yo people! Hear that?!

How la how la. Nevermind. He's Mr. Happy, so he'll probably accept my 2 pages worth of double spaced- text with an extra space between paragraphs.

Mr. Happy is the 2nd nicest lecturer we've had so far. Top on the list of happy lecturers is Mr. Very Happy, who is sooooo nice and happy all the time. He smiles 24/7 come rain or shine and sometimes makes us laugh just by the way he talks. Too bad his classes are made up of nonabsorbent information and are mainly zoning sessions for the students. But he's so nice la. Poor thing, nobody actually listens to anything he says other than his little jokes and stories.

But! Mr. Happy is different though. We call him Mr. Very Happy's son because they both look vaguely alike. hahahahahah!! He's one of the very few lecturers with substance in sucky KDU. He somehow manages to keep us awake at 8 in the morning. Maybe it's because he has good English with perfect grammar, an extensive vocab and a charming little accent. Or maybe it's because he actually KNOWS his stuff, instead of just shoving information at us. Or maybe because his random little stories are rather funny. Whatever it is, I like going for Mr. Happy's class. It makes me happy!

Quite unlike my class tomorrow morning. Ugh. More on Mr.Mondaymorningblues next time.

***
Recent events have made me realize that I really am not as patient as I thought I was. I am not as cool, calm and collected in pressing situations as I would expect myself to be.

I need to work on this.

Funny how stressful situations reveal yourself to you.

You guys know Murphy's Law?

The whole day today I was constantly reminded of Hwai Tah explaining to me what it means during his birthday.

"When shit happens, shit happens." -Lee Hwai Tah, MSc Information Technology

Yea well I tembak his certification wan la ok XD

So anyway, here's the scenario.

I wake up at 6.25am, do a quick devotion half dead, rush in and out of the toilet, gulp down the Milo-Nestum mixture my mom had prepared, and rush out to the KTM at 6.35am. The train arrives, the passengers enter, and the guy in front of me snaps up the last seat. I am left squeezing with everyone else all the way to Subang.

Edeline picks me up, we endure an hour of listening to an arrogant lecturer whose demeanor implies he has a problem with the whole class, and then together with Jess we head to Citibank where Edeline gets a warning from Metro Securities for illegal parking. We then have very nice Ipoh hor fun and Hainan chicken which are the only good things to come out of today, and head back to college to meet the radio lecturer.

Now this is the part where I get all pissed.

There isn't parking in college, so we park outside. We try to pay parking at machine number 1504 but the machine just would not accept our coins. We try and try, but it wouldn't cooperate. We say "stupid machine", and then decide to just forget it since we wouldn't take long anyway. Besides, we see the blue uniformed men happily riding away, having already saman-ed the illegal parkers, so we decide it's safe to not pay.

We meet the lecturer, and I still do not believe what he's telling us. Apparently the college changed the mark breakdown system at the last minute without telling the lecturer and the students, which means that the 4 of us have been working our butts off in vain, thinking we would be rewarded accordingly, but in the end everyone in the group gets the same mark. Even the two leeches who did not lift a finger to do anything. Also, in other words, it means that our marks got pulled down because of them.

The lecturer is apologetic, says he knows about the two leeches, and that he's "so so so so sorry" but there's nothing he can do, and that he'd love to bring us out for dinner, and all that. Like that's going to increase my CGPA.

Grudgingly, we go back to the car. And there's a freaking saman on Edeline's car. We manage to catch the man in uniform who gave us the saman, and he says he knows about the spoilt machine, but he can't do anything about it. We do a lot of explaining and tolonglah enciks but he just tells us to appeal at MBPJ.

So that's what we do. Drive to MBPJ, and find out that the system is offline. How many times does that happen in government offices you tell me? Thank goodness we do not require the computer. Edeline makes me write a karangan in BM about why they should cancel our saman, and the woman tells us to wait 14 days to know the result of the appeal. Like it's a court case.

Edeline drops me off at the train station, and the train breaks down. All passengers are required to move to platform 2, where more waiting is required.

"When shit happens, shit happens"