Accumulated stress is very dangerous

Stress is one thing every college student will face, especially for us IACT student and for student involve in so many things like me.

Yes, I’m involved in a lot of stuff and I am getting very busy these days.
Student Council, Student Ambassador, INK!, and also the plain responsibility of a normal student.
I’m not showing off anything or trying to prove anything, but yea, I am that busy that a good 8 hours of sleep seems so impossible.

The main reason I’m so busy now is definitely on assignment which I put my most of my attention and time at, I have shooting for my horror movie (yes, I’m reshooting it, long story…) and the due date is next week and I have A LOT to do for this particular assignment, and when I say a lot, it so means A LOT!

Then there is Student Council where we are organising prom (datang, jangan x datang), its not that much work la but due to the my very perfectionist attitude towards margins and paper work, not to mention the work clashes with my shooting stuff, so its like simple math you know.

work + work = stress and more work.

*sigh*

Plus I have like open day this Friday and Saturday cause I’m also a student ambassador, which means less time to do my work. There, another simple math question.

Work + more work – time = extremely a lot of work and stress.

My goodness, I think if there is some bag in human body to keep all our stress, my little stress-keeping bag can explode anytime soon.

Stress has been accumulating since the very 1st semester till now which is the end of semester 2, due to the continuous workload which never stopped since day 1 and increasing since then.

*sigh*

Haven’t really got a good holiday since college started, even Pangkor wasn’t much help as it’s a team building trip so not much of relaxation. I guess the only time I got a little time to relax was during the CNY, and that also not much la, cause have to clean this and that, do this and that and etc.

*sigh*

I think if this kept going, I going to go crazy and start bombing colleges or killing people around me.

*sigh*

A vacation is the only thing I dream of now, besides good result and more jobs so I get more money and also the approval of PTPTN, but yea, I NEED A VACATION!!!

*Sigh*

I’m on my way planning a trip to Langkawi so if anyone have good contact or wants to join my trip, don’t be shy to tell me, the more people the merrier. =D

so yea, In conclusion, another math question.

Stress + stress x alot of stress = DANGEROUS

Indiana Jones

Update Update!!!

sorry for the long long gap, but exam la, no time for update, study till my brainjuice oso dry up ad, where got idea to blog right? *sigh*
Lets not talk about exam ,its a LONG LONG topic, and sad, too. =p

Now, something exciting, hehe.
last friday when i finished my exam *sigh,exams*, and the SA meeting, i went pyramid to catch a movie(not alone la of cuz)

Its the fourth episod of Indiana Jones. I've been waiting for it since last year.
but it was worth it.
do note tht i dont write reviews alot, but when i do, it must mean the movie is that great, or it just suck. Indiana Jones? Its a bomb.

I'm a huge fan of Indy (short for Indiana Jones), i've watched all the 3 movie of Indy for more than a ten times i think, and its still great. altho its not damn "berteknology" like National Treasure la, but, its amazing that during that time they can actually achive that much. You know if you've watched it la, I got the DVD if anyone wants to pinjam, but under terms and condition yea. hehe

Well, to be frank, I was really afraid that this time Indy will be a dissapointment, since Narnia really dissapointed me like ALOT!!!! *sigh*
Anyone realise that Narnia Prince Caspian is so LOTR-ish?
my gosh, u can see the similarity and it was crap especially the ending when the man came out from the water thing. *sigh* wasted my 11 bucks.

Ok, back to Indy! yea, i was extremely afraid when after I saw Narnia,cuz I love Indiana Jones and its been so long since the last movie, so... I thought its gonna be like damn diff and he looked so damn old in the trailer.

Guess what?
I was smilling when i came out of the cinema, and i couldnt stop talking about it!
Dont worry i wont tell u the storyline here, go watch the movie.
but yea, after all this years, they can stil create that exact "Indy" feel and still so great, no easy man.

alot of people said that National Treasure is something like Indy, then i too got brainwashed la, altho i dont really fancy NT.
But after i watched Indiana Jones, i finally realise the differences and the reason why indy is so good. =D

The movie started of slow of abit boring, but just when u feel like "damn, this is gonna suck", the action just "BAM" came out of no where and make u awake immediately!
NT is alot of puzzles and puzzles, chasing and kidnapping, but Indy on the other hand, is the adventure that makes u feel so excited about the movie. not much puzzle but good enough to make u go "WOW".
The only flaw of this fourth episod is that its missing that good ol' Indy trap- escaping moments, which i was waiting and waiting when they stepped foot in the temple thing. too bad there wasnt any. Which was a little bit dissapointing, as Indiana Jones in so famous for his trap escaping. hmmm..but well, overall its still great! I love it! Im going to watch it again. =D

Maybe Im being biased la, since im such a huge fan of Indy, but well, go watch the movie and tell me whether u agree with me or not. =)

GO WATCH INDIANA JONES!!!

Mother

I never knew how it feels to be a mum; I guess I won’t ever find out till I myself give birth.
I heard from my friends, my cousins, and my friend’s mother, that being a mum is not as easy, not as simple as we all think.
I always thought the hardest part of being a mother is when you are giving birth to a child. ‘The pain of squeezing something that big out must be very painful’ I always think to myself. Especially when I have period cramps, I say to myself I will never want to be a mother, ever.
Then I realised, the toughest part of being a mum is when your children grow up.

I remember, when I was a kid, I was really close to my mother.
At that time, our family still lived in a small little shop-house in Sunway. I remember my mum picking me up from kindergarten and walking me home, together for around 15 minutes under the hot, blazing sun in the afternoon around 1pm.
My family was not wealthy, and still is not, but mum would do anything to make sure I got a good education. That’s why she sent me to a kindergarten where everyone there spoke English and English only.
I remember my first week there. I dare not speak a single word, but now, compared to most Chinese Ed students, I can speak English fluently although it is not prefect.
Mum loves piano. Maybe because she never got the chance to learn it when she was young, she wanted me to have that set of skills that she never had the chance to get. She would walk home with me all the way from my teacher’s apartment which is located behind Sunway Pyramid every weekend when I have classes.
I always loved Saturdays then, because then my mum would always buy me an ice cream from the Indian shop downstairs. I remember us both sharing an ice cream and how I always complained that mum took too big a bite from the ice cream.
Mum always took the time telling me stories, stories she heard from her mum, and her grandmother. My favourite story was about the guy whose fart smells like perfume. I could never get bored with that story. Mum would always tell me that story, and the both of us would laugh together. Those were our happy moments together.

Then, everything started to change.
The relationship between my mum and I became different.
We never spoke as much anymore and every time we did, it turns into an argument.
I don’t remember what happened. I don’t remember when it happened. Things just did. It must be because of time, because I grew up and mum started getting busy with my new born brother. We never had the time for each other anymore.
We just seemed to disagree with each other a lot.
Arguments after argument, it just happened.

Time passed and our relationship never got better, in fact it got worst. From arguing, we just didn’t talk to each other anymore and started ignoring each other.
The longest I went without talking to mum was 2 months for the stupidest reason. I refused to talk to her and for the smallest things, we would argue.

Then I went to national service, for 3 months I was not able to talk to or see my family. It really reminded me how much my family meant to me. When I needed something, they always posted it to me without fail. When I needed money, they would always bank it in for me.
On my 18th birthday, I had to spend it in camp, far away from all my friends and family. I was breaking down for not being able to celebrate my 18th birthday. Then an envelope was posted to the camp, with my name written on it. Opening the envelope, I couldn’t hold back my tears. Inside contained drawings from when I was a kid. Mum was keeping them for such a long time; even I forgot the existence of those pictures. I was really touched but never really showed how much I appreciated what she did. It is probably because of the ego, I guess.

Now, my busy college life takes my time and focus away from my family. I spend less and less time with them and even sometimes, I only have dinner with my family only once or twice a week.
I never cared, never bothered to think of how my family would feel. How worried they could have been; all I did was grumble when they called, complained that they didn’t understand what I was doing.
Tonight, I got a message from my mum, reminding me not to come home so late and a phone call asking me where I was.
When I opened the door, mum was sitting at the couch, waiting from me to come back. She asked me whether I was hungry and if I wanted to eat. I didn’t want to eat the food that she prepared earlier, so she cooked me something else.
At that moment, something struck me.
I’ve been taking everything in my life for granted.
I always thought it was her responsibility to cook for me, her responsibility to wash my clothes, her responsibility to wash the dishes, her responsibility to clean the house; but I never thought of my responsibility as a daughter.
To wash the dishes when her fingers were peeling due to the chemicals from the detergents, to clean the house when she was too busy, to cook when she is tired…
I forgot that it is not a responsibility, is it love that drives a mother to do all these for her child.
I always complained that my mother loved my brother more, and pampered him more than anything. The truth is, I forgot, it was my attitude that had pushed her away, disappointing her again and again; I forgot that it was me that created that big gap between us.
I forgot…to tell my mother how much I appreciate her.

Mum, I love you.

happy mothers day

Malaysian Culture = ?

What is the typical Malaysian culture or better said, the Malaysian Bad Habits? I bet by saying the word Malaysian culture, most of the people have a say for themselves. Different opinion, different understanding for one same thing…

Let me just list down a few.

Cursing
Yes, cursing. How many friends of yours curse while they speak and act like it is suppose to be in the conversation? Or do you even do it yourself?
This morning I went breakfast with my dad as usual at my favourite Minfankueh shop at ss19, then the owner which is also a distant relative of mine came and have a small chat with dad. Then he started to talk about work, how contractors work and all.
Then he started cursing, and putting words like “your mother” in the conversation as if they are one of the vocabularies that you have to use when you are speaking. His lips moved like an old lady bargaining at the market, and his saliva, OMG was like flying all over the place. I instantly felt uneasy and decided to focus on the delicious Minfankueh I’m having. But today, the Minfankueh doesn’t seem as nice as usual, not because the quality went down, but because the noise pollution…

then when we finally went back to the car and yes I instantly felt my ears are lighter already, dad also complain about how he dislike to chat with this kind of people that cannot stop cursing. So yeah, next time before you want to add those not-very-nice-to-hear-languages into your conversation, do consider whether your friends like to hear it or not, since it’s NOT-SO- NICE.

Spitting
My god, yes SPITTING!!! Ewwwww… it is so gross. I just hate it when those people starts spitting on the floor and just walked away like they own the road. I always felt like spitting on their face instead; imagine walking down the street and seeing those disturbing patches of spit lying there on the floor, yuck. And I can’t imagine that actually stepping on it and it’s the green colour one, OMG I feel like vomiting already. Hope I can still eat my lunch. *sigh*

Late
Ahah! There’s on that everyone would agree on. The best example for lateness is definitely the Chinese wedding dinner. Stated dinner starts at 7pm in the invitation, end up we are starve to almost half dead when the 1st dish is serve, which is around 8pm, if we are lucky.

Hmmm, I do understand when people are having trouble waking up which lead to stuck in the strawberry traffic jam, then cannot get a parking due to the lateness, and end up rushing to that certain place one hour later then they supposed to be.

Yes, this happen everyday in class. If class starts on time on a certain day, I bet that day the sun is blue in colour. *sigh*

Well, its ok because Malaysian already adapt to this culture and yes, we need to adjust the time table for this group of important people, I think right, we got so used to this phenomenon till that extend where we don’t even realise it anymore. True?

Yes I bet a whole dozen of people is going to hate me reading this and cursing (see, bad culture) saying “what the hell do she know” cause I said exactly what is going on in their life, accept the truth la people, and hey, don’t spit on your computer screen please (there, another culture).

Well, there are still lots more of these cultures to be talk about, but well, I’ll leave it to the next post, or who ever that wants to add on. Feel free to comment(which i know no one will,sadly, the ignorance of malaysian, ah... another bad habit.).

Lousy bus driver

You know, i really dislike impolite people.
They are just so annoying and makes u feel like punching them on the face, then kick their private part so hard...*fuh ganas aku*
I can tolerate la for alot of stuff but... pls be polite oso la..
*sigh*

itu story oh macam ini punya...
just now when Kenneth finishes his work at college, we decided to go to pyramid for sushi by bus.. JC is also there la but he is not driving ma today..
*sigh*
so we waiting la for bus like 3 idiots there..

and tadah!!! .. there comes a bus.. big bus starts from R. nama bus itu Rapid KL, U89, number plat 6247 (yes i x takut mati, sue me la...)
so as usual i took out my wonderful touch n go card which have quite alot of money in it and head to the bus la...
tgk tgk, the bus punye touch 'n' go is not turn on.
so i asked rhe driver la,
"how now? i go only ar?" *bcuz normally if the bus t'n'go machine rosak they lemme go only wan*
"no u have to pay" with that annoyed face and angry tone.. *grrrrr*

i was abit irritated ad, i mean what for rite u need touch'n'go if u cannot use it?
it is TOUCH'n'GO, not touch-but-got-nth-so-u-still-need-to-pay-to-go card.
wad rubbish la that driver. then i looked at the place where we supposed to put money.

walao eh!!! what the *sensor* man....
i bet everyone that takes bus knows tht if u go to Rapid KL bus u need to put ur money inside the thing rite? then the bus driver will cucuk cucuk to make sure the money all masuk inside right?
but on this U89 bus number plat 6247, the money all flowing out wan, like the driver just place them on top so he can take them all anytime.

AHAH!!!

now i know why he turn off his touch'n'go machine.
hmmm. greedy + lousy + bangang driver.
muka saja okay, itu perangai macam babi.
owh btw, the driver is not a Malay yea..
its an Indian. #$&%(%##%$%&^

*p/s : im not a racist la, but... this indian DRIVER *yes ur JUST a driver, driver...* really pissed me off...

*grrrr*