Was chatting on msn when I came up with this little racist joke.

Q: Do you know what the “s.w.t” in “Allah s.w.t” means?

A: Sweat. That’s why people go: Oh my god =_=”

Okay, I’m gonna go and print my AirAsia eTicket back to hell… oops i mean back to KL.

It’s June, and my university life is ending as I speak, counting down the days I have left till I have to say goodbye to my 2nd home. It’s 32 days, if you’re curious.

Sadly, uni isn’t totally over for me yet. I have one assignment due tomorrow afternoon, and another due on the 15th. Of course I can finish the latter one earlier on and start holidaying sooner, but knowing me, I’ll procrastinate on it for as long as I possibly can.

The weather has turned wintery at last, to the point that I’ll probably begin using my heater sometime soon when it becomes unbearably cold. Don’t get me wrong, I do love cold weather, and this feeling is probably one of the many things I’ll miss living here for. The clean cold fresh air, something you can only dream of back home in haze-stricken Malaysia.

I still recall one of those Lat comics where they installed a giant fan on the KL Tower to blow the haze away. If only that was possible.

I’m still kinda curious as to what to do after I get back, work-wise. My career stuff will have to wait though as I will be playing tour guide for the first 2 weeks as my HK classmate is following me back for 2 weeks to experience Malaysia, and hopefully to rid herself of all these humorous stereotypes she has about Malaysia and Malaysians. It’s very amusing the things she thinks we have or do in Malaysia. I guess that’s what many foreigners who don’t really know much about Malaysia would think.

Most importantly I can’t wait to eat all the yummy foods back home. I think food-wise there really isn’t anything I’d miss in Melb other than this yummy pork bun thingey from this Viet restaurant. Yup, that’s about it. Everything else you can pretty much find it back home, perhaps even better and with more varieties. And most importantly, soooo much cheaper even comparing dollar-to-dollar. It’s a norm here that “real” meals (like single plate rice dishes etc) cost roughly $10, where as back home you can get the exact same thing and portions for roughly rm5, give or take a few.

Other things are of course more expensive in Malaysia than here, but I guess that’s how everything evens itself out. Regardless, there are still more cheap alternatives in Msia than what you can find here. Futhermore in Msia, places like McD offer refillable soft drinks and you can pump all the ketchup sauce you want for free. Here you have to buy the sauce packets, don’t even bother asking for chilli sauce because apparently they don’t have such things here. Some of my friends bring their own chilli sauce when they go for fastfood.

And now I am craving french fries.

Eitherway, gonna go off to maybe do some work. Or more likely prepare dinner. Planning to make soup, because I’m lazy and all I need to do for soup is just wash n cut the ingredients and basically throw it all into the pot of boiling water and let it boil for as long as it takes to warm up my room. The perks of free gas.

Tatas!

I guess sometimes when you feel lazy to blog properly with proper words, it’s good that there are songs out there that can do the talking for you. For the moment, this song will do. Enjoy.

Like I slipped lacking strength to trust

Like a boat lacking control

Ever since the day that you secretly left into the distance

Ever since the night that you left me

* Changed my life and my point of view

Any dreams I had in my heart has faded away

The one thing I used to support my heart before

Which helped me progress forever is gone, none of it remains *

** I can only drift aimlessly

Float into the black night

I have no direction when I lost you

I can only drift aimlessly

like everything has become a blur

The world that I stood on has collapsed… **

Like my mind has lost its balance

Like I’ve fallen into a black hole

Lacking a destination

I have no place to prevent this

I don’t know where to stop at

(repeat *, **)

(repeat **)

I don’t know why but sometimes when I feel inspired to do designs, it most often ends up in me designing some random fictional train route map or road signs or things like that.

I wonder what all this means. Hmmm…

Just when you thought things are going alright, then you find out that there’s actually more than meets the eye. Cis… the end is so near yet so far.

One quality that I don’t like is complacency as a solution to indecisiveness or fear of uncertainty. Given it is something that I myself am guilty of doing sometimes, but I guess it’s always more apparent (and more irritating) when someone else does it. I guess that’s the one thing I like about the guailous, or “locals” to be politically correct. They are very casual speaking their mind and are most often confrontational. It may sound like a generalised statement, but so far I’ve seen most of them as such. And it’s always the Asians who keep their heads low and merely snicker/giggle among themselves as they watch things play out.

And sometimes it kinda feels like we Asians are subservient to the locals, especially in group meetings. The locals tend to be the ones taking the lead while the Asians are usually the ones who are quiet. Dunno… just feels a bit odd sometimes when I’m the only Asian in my group speaking up while the others are all keeping quiet or not really saying anything or voicing any concerns to the group at large, saving it for when it’s just “us” after the big meeting’s over. Has happened a few times already, and I always tell them to speak up during the meetings, and altho now they do, it still kinda feels like the locals are taking charge of the whole operation. And not that it’s wrong or anything, just feels like we’re always being “forced” to come out of our shells instead of us naturally doing it.

Dunnola, just a random rant. It’s seldom I rant okay? At least this post more substantial. Woot!