Snippets

Borrowed the title from Che Det sat.

I think my last comment on the last post deserves a blog post of its own but trying to not burn THAT many bridges. Plus, it's against my own personal writer's ethic to write about two same things in a row. Oh well.

I feel my sick side is surfacing. Why, just this noon I saw this guy, complete with those aeroback helmet and wide-ass glasses, cycling with passion that could kill a bull, and I was just imagining how would his face look like if I had thrown something in his way and he hit the thing and was sent flying across the air. Or how about yesterday in the bus when my nose suddenly detected a Clorox smell and I see this girl who's not even 10 with a white spot on her skirt and... well, let's just say that was the most sickest I've ever felt.

This morning I decided that I would be depressed for the day. After all, you shouldn't ALWAYS be happy. The balance of Yin and Yang would be upturned. After 20 minutes, I started laughing. I'm such a failure.

I just succumbed to the world of facebook. Yes, kids, facebook. Shoot me in the head and call me a whore.

Spider Jerusalem is my journalistic idol now. I mean, while I love King and Gemmell, I don't want to write like them, you see. Despite the fact that Jerusalem is totally fictional and Warren Ellis created him from thin air, you just have to admire the choice of words he uses: Whorehopper; I can't give two tugs of a dead dog's cock; and my absolute favourite: Mother of Twelve Bastards!

I have very little recollection of my Sekolah Rendah days. Hours after I created my account on Facebook, an old friend wanted to add me into her list of friends and for the life of me, I can't recall her. I have 2, 3 very vivid memories from that area of my life like how Ikhwan lent me 80sen to buy Mirinda [I still feel guilty for not paying him back]; or Haizal's shouts for help after falling off his bike into a longkang in front of house and me not even turning to see what's wrong because I didn't really fancy the guy back then [Again, ridden with guilt]. And how I lied to my dad about rm10 and him going berserk when he found out I lied. There are some good memories too: how a friend of mine asking a really early-bloomer friend how was his glue-glue-gum dream; drawing ninjas with my Sekolah Agama friends - Shah Haiqal, Syazwan, Amiruddin and a guy with specs whose name I can't recall right now; lots of memories of laughing, though I'm not quite sure now about what and with who. Oh well.

Oh yes, who can forget the day the FICTIONAL scandal started between me and Azza? Jeez, she only said Hi to me and I replied back. Can't believe I treated her badly for the next few years because of that, you know boys' misogyny and all that. Still, I'd like to think I wasn't too late in saving that relationship with my winning charm, eh, Azza?

I want to go to Amsterdam for a week and spend at least 3 days baked. I kinda regret not taking that joint when the arab guy offered me but then again I was too young. Way too young. Now I'm old enough and people actually think I'm much older than I am, so it's okay, isn't it? Clearly the show Weeds have such a bad influence on me.

An Unfinished Argument

A scholar student gave this point to the visiting members of the MMC [Malaysian Medical Council] to our university, the gist of which is, “Dear sirs, we get USD 500 a month. With the rising economy, I don’t think it’s enough.”

Another supported the claim by saying, “Unlike private students, we have to pay for the hostel and air ticket.”

Yes, sirs. It’s not enough. I mean, the scholar stundents go to Benetton and Adidas shop only twice a week. New football season means new original nike boots, jerseys. You have to think about that, sirs.

And sirs, what about the winter vacation, sirs? We want to go to Monaco, Rome, Turkey. Where are we getting to do this money, sir?

Let’s take the average private student’s expenditure. They get 500 ringgit, the apartment or hostel is paid for by the parents. The air ticket is paid by the parents. They go winter holidays to Moscow and St Petersburg. Maybe the occasional Turkey or Egypt once in two years.

Let’s be nerds and do some maths:

500 USD is equivalent to more than RM 1500. Let’s take RM 1500.

The average private student uses RM 500. So the difference is RM 1500 - RM500 = RM 1000. In 10 months, the difference is RM 1000x10 = RM 10 000.

The most expensive hostel costs USD 950. Let’s take USD 1000 so that it’d be easier to count. That’s around RM 3000.

So we take the RM 10 000 – RM 3000 = RM 7000.

Take the air tickets then. The higher end airlines cost around RM 4000. That means, RM 7000 – RM 4000 = RM 3000.

You should tax the private students' parents more so that you can add each of us at least 200 USD more!

Sir, please be considerate. RM 3000 where got enough for our Eurotrip! How to pay for our new jerseys and boots each year? Tell me, sirs! How???!!

I have to borrow this from Patrick Teoh.

NIAMAH!!!

Edit
Apparently, according to government students, we private are jealous of them getting the scholarship. Yes, that's true, it has nothing at all to do with how greedy the very thought of asking more of the Rakyat's money to be spent on their European vacation. Hell, they're like Malaysian Politicians.

Some of them, I do respect. With their USD 500, they manage to give one third to their parents. These are the people who truly deserve scholarship i.e. those who can't afford to study abroad, or even local. But these are the same group of people who didn't complain. The rest are the complainers, the ones who use inside men to get the spots, who care not about those who actually need financial help. These are the motherfuckers I'm talking about.

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Welcome!

After getting very very frustratingly annoyed with Blogdrive, I've decided to migrate this here new land.

While I haven't anything to post yet, I thought I might tell you that.

I mean, I'm a nice enough guy not to want any of you to click on the link for nothing, right? I mean, I'd be fairly pissed if I were to get linked to a new site and the site has nothing but the "Under Construction" sign. *cough*Ahliang.com*cough* What's the point of telling everyone about your new site without having anything on it, right?

It's like saying, "Dude, you've gotta check my new car!"
"Oh, where is it?"
"I haven't actually bought it yet, but it's blue with this cool white top and... hey, that's a nice brass knuckles you've got there. Is it new? ARGH!"

I mean how annoyed are you when people do that?

See how considerate I am, eh?