The Noteworthies

woww.. a month worth of classes have taken place and here i am.. teheehee.. i don’t exactly know, how, along the way, i ever figured myself out to be smart or intelligent.. i knew there’s something about me, i mean, well, i AM in love with myself (another big teheehee, bak kata dzri, miss him like gilakk), but for others to acknowledge it is something else..

ok, so i’m an alpha-female.. i have to be in control.. papa knows i have control issues.. my defense has always been, "ha, tengok.. what happened if i dont control them..!!" but yes, as the wise ole ubung ‘zul’ rounders cakap, SHIT HAPPENS!! and ‘perfect’ as i may be to some, SHIT HAPPENS to me as well, dammit! but seriously, i am not angry, this is not an angry post..

you know what, let’s digress a bit.. i’ve always been about keeping a diary, a journal of my so-called life.. but i’ve got a problem prioritizing my entries.. should i post the mundane things i do.. "sept 7th, went to class only to sleep as the lecturer starts to drone.. ate nasik n ikan for lunch bla bla bla.." or should i post only the thought-provoking, life- changing events of my life? if i do the mundane stuff, hey, i can probably bombard y’all with thousands of constant insight into my life but if i attempt to post the so-called ‘enlightening’ post, i’d probably have like, 3 posts tops.. erm.. that aint exactly good for an aspiring writer right?

Of friends..

so, anyhow, back to the subject at hand.. school.. yes, i am officially a bitch.. i don’t say that cos i want y’all to look at me and say, "well, that’s a tough chick or sumthing" neither am i saying that so that u’ll pity me n love me, the reverse psychology thing and all.. i am a bitch cos i feel like i am one.. i whine.. and i bitch and i complaint.. but did i ever stop to muhasabah myself.. ermm.. not really..

i related an incident to the 4 veto powers of the group, abt how a guy was humiliated in the bus cos he didnt pay the exact fare.. i pitied the guy.. a total stranger.. but there i was at class, dishing out the hate treatment to my so-called friends.. i pitied a total stranger but totally hate the guts of friends?

granted, i know these friends.. or rather, looking at it subjectively, i know and remember most of the bad stuff of these friends (easily said, i may be a tad prejudiced.. ohhkayy, horribly prejudiced, HAPPY?).. and the thing is, i do try to look for a good thing to come from them.. but sadly, found none.. all i find is the, well, bad things that happened between us.. the "kat kedai pun ada CD tuu" and the whole fiasco i had to clear up while in practical.. am i that petty? am i unable to see the forest for the trees?

Of so-called mentors..

ow-ned? must be sapot? san fran-cheese-ko? crook’d? arghh!! stop itt!!!! i must not be a snob!! i mean, my english pun bukanlah hebat sangat.. i acknowledge that.. malay is still my mother tongue.. but to think that.. the fact that.. tsskkk.. i just expected soo bloody much more..!!! is it too much to ask for? forget about a 500,000 word vocabulary kind of teacher.. can’t they just find one that can speak a grammatically correct sentence? one sentence. . i have yet to hear one whole sentence which is correct in grammar or pronunciation.. unless, of course, you’d count answering "yes" to a question as a whole sentence!

i am soo bloody tired of people’s "tak apa" attitude.. "tak apalah ayat tak brp betul asalkan mesej sampai" hello.. i was too bloody distracted by your atrocious language to even focus on the point, if there was any.. don’t you get that? dan kalaulah betul bahasa inggeris tak begitu baik, kenapa tak mengajar dalam bahasa je? instead of english smeared with malay here and there, try laa malay with english here and there..

the argument about manglish notwithstanding, i still believe that we need to assimilate english into our daily lives. ini tidak, if there is a malay speaking english, that malay is arrogant. hello, i am still a malay even if i speak english, you know? does my english threaten you so? why couldnt my english make you, drive you, compel you to be better than me? cos it’s easier to be angry with me than to use your brain to learn english? what a cop-out!

of concluding..

ok.. so i don’t exactly know what this post is all about.. kan i dah cakap, i ramble.. i really have tonnes to do.. soo.. till later.. au revoir..