..of Belief & Buses
My luck/karma/aura or something must be quite the pelik today. In the morning, on the bus to campus this elderly large black woman waddled all the way from the back of the bus to pass me, just me a small, typical Christian tract. Okayla, nothing amazing and just shoved it into my bag without reading any further. Later that night as i was coming back from the gym, another black woman sat next to me la...looks like student..never say anything la. After i got off my stop and walked almost all the way to Broomfield already she ran after me..i ingat apa...then she said-
" Hey i'm the girl who sat next to you on the bus. For some reason i just felt this odd compulsion to tell you that god loves you - remember that. Have a good night!"
My first instinct? Checked my wallet. hahahahaha.
A bit the weird right? Not like i was wearing anything with any anti-religion witty slogans ( shit la shoulda bought the "I've found Jesus - he's behind my couch!" one )or looked suicidal or doing anything else asides from looking like the skema asian student. Maybe its just some evangelists' convention in town. Or maybe its a sign...
*thoughtfully glances upwards and to the side*
Naaahh. No offence to anyone, esp the dude upstairs, but the odds of me converting is a helluva(ironic) lot less than the odds of me denouncing the concept of organized religion at Saint Peter's square ( and to be fair,also in the middle of Masjidil Haram) . I think getting hit by that thing the Pope holds will hurt. Ditto on being stoned by a coupla thousand people.
Anyway gimme a mo' to try and remember where i left off yesterday...
Malaysian rants? Hmmn dont really have that much ( that i can safely blog without the fear of random moustached men escorting me straight from KLIA to the depths of a random disused tin mine ) more on that topic. Except that all the blatant manouvering, politicking and showmanship at MSA's agm, and also the comments on this now rather famous m'sian's blog are disturbingly a rather accurate microcosm of Malaysian politics. Right down to the name calling - actual quotes from the Parliament recently:
"Apek, che tiam tiam"
"You're stupid, you stupid old fool"
I'm not feeling particularly superflous now, especially after a proper battering at the gym today. Therefore, i'm going to present condensed, point versions of the self indulgent, quasi introspective monologues that i planned to pen so long ago. Nope no long-winded, blithering self-loathing here.
-Beauty is something that you're either born with or pay for. Being brainy doesn't mean you're smart. Talent and character is what really defines you - too bad nobody cares.
-Ego is good - well a healthy amount anyway. It helps you bounce from your failures. It keeps you on top of your game.
-A fuckin smile now and then won't kill ya - you actually get better responses from people and better service. Just dont grin like a perv.
-Again, women - stop complaning that chivalry is dead. We're not complaining about not seeing anymore ladies coqquetishly drop lacy handkerchiefs and throwing a cum-hither look behind. Ditto about how we desperately need more of those typical finishing school mistresses who make girls learn to walk with books on their head, not like they're hauling a dead moose back to the cave.
Ah yes our lovely neighbours. Decent looking enough childless couple. They're damn bitchy though. The wife already came over twice to complain about the noise we're making. What noise? She can hear our keyboards, our footsteps when we go downstairs at night. WTF? Okayla fair enough after she complained about that gaming session, we havent had any here since. Man....if we want to have housewarming how ar? Sure they terus complain to student accoms. Puukimak la that woman damn bitchy. Maybe she bitchy cos the husband never screw her enough because they were afraid they'd offend the neighbours. Hell if they can hear me typing, i'm sure we'd hear at least some creaking springs. Haih better bake something for them before we have anymore gatherings in the house. And bring her over to the house up the road with all the india mari indian students. When they have parties you can fucking hear them from hearsall common with their skema club bhangra and 'yaars' and 'teri maas'. Then they'd probably be thankful their student neighbours are nice studious orientals.
Oh yeah played a bit of Black & White 2 recently. Bottom line, you're a god, you can cast spells and do shit over villages you own, and you have a pet creature you can groom into an evil bloodthirsty warrior or a good builder and farmer and all things in between. You're supposed to grow your influence and populace either by waging war to gain territory, or building a chunted enough town to attract people, gaining evil and good points respectively. It's all good fun when you're throwing rocks, meteors and fireballs at soldiers and helpless villagers ( all the way giggling like a sadistic fuck) but then you also have to do stupid shit like throw around barrels across islands to help some fucktard brewers and teach your bloody creature not to poop on people. Mahai that game damn waste life. Hardly any improvements game-wise from the first, moronic AI , crap-ass story. But it sure looked cool tho - and throwing hugeass rocks into villages never gets old.
Well back to work then. Found a perfect site to get info about my hydro coursework buut i have to do a lot of translating from bloody czech. The other bitches on my group had better be doing something as well. My group for our business coursework damn condemn . Any 2 of us bumping into each other on campus can kira group meeting already, and the group leader is super fuckin slack liddat. Seriously feel like mounting a coup if he didnt book a consultancy slot with the lecturer for our group next week for the business idea.
"Nobody will win the battle of the sexes - there is too much fratenizing with the enemy." - Henry Kissinger
My luck/karma/aura or something must be quite the pelik today. In the morning, on the bus to campus this elderly large black woman waddled all the way from the back of the bus to pass me, just me a small, typical Christian tract. Okayla, nothing amazing and just shoved it into my bag without reading any further. Later that night as i was coming back from the gym, another black woman sat next to me la...looks like student..never say anything la. After i got off my stop and walked almost all the way to Broomfield already she ran after me..i ingat apa...then she said-
" Hey i'm the girl who sat next to you on the bus. For some reason i just felt this odd compulsion to tell you that god loves you - remember that. Have a good night!"
My first instinct? Checked my wallet. hahahahaha.
A bit the weird right? Not like i was wearing anything with any anti-religion witty slogans ( shit la shoulda bought the "I've found Jesus - he's behind my couch!" one )or looked suicidal or doing anything else asides from looking like the skema asian student. Maybe its just some evangelists' convention in town. Or maybe its a sign...
*thoughtfully glances upwards and to the side*
Naaahh. No offence to anyone, esp the dude upstairs, but the odds of me converting is a helluva(ironic) lot less than the odds of me denouncing the concept of organized religion at Saint Peter's square ( and to be fair,also in the middle of Masjidil Haram) . I think getting hit by that thing the Pope holds will hurt. Ditto on being stoned by a coupla thousand people.
Anyway gimme a mo' to try and remember where i left off yesterday...
Malaysian rants? Hmmn dont really have that much ( that i can safely blog without the fear of random moustached men escorting me straight from KLIA to the depths of a random disused tin mine ) more on that topic. Except that all the blatant manouvering, politicking and showmanship at MSA's agm, and also the comments on this now rather famous m'sian's blog are disturbingly a rather accurate microcosm of Malaysian politics. Right down to the name calling - actual quotes from the Parliament recently:
"Apek, che tiam tiam"
"You're stupid, you stupid old fool"
I'm not feeling particularly superflous now, especially after a proper battering at the gym today. Therefore, i'm going to present condensed, point versions of the self indulgent, quasi introspective monologues that i planned to pen so long ago. Nope no long-winded, blithering self-loathing here.
-Beauty is something that you're either born with or pay for. Being brainy doesn't mean you're smart. Talent and character is what really defines you - too bad nobody cares.
-Ego is good - well a healthy amount anyway. It helps you bounce from your failures. It keeps you on top of your game.
-A fuckin smile now and then won't kill ya - you actually get better responses from people and better service. Just dont grin like a perv.
-Again, women - stop complaning that chivalry is dead. We're not complaining about not seeing anymore ladies coqquetishly drop lacy handkerchiefs and throwing a cum-hither look behind. Ditto about how we desperately need more of those typical finishing school mistresses who make girls learn to walk with books on their head, not like they're hauling a dead moose back to the cave.
Ah yes our lovely neighbours. Decent looking enough childless couple. They're damn bitchy though. The wife already came over twice to complain about the noise we're making. What noise? She can hear our keyboards, our footsteps when we go downstairs at night. WTF? Okayla fair enough after she complained about that gaming session, we havent had any here since. Man....if we want to have housewarming how ar? Sure they terus complain to student accoms. Puukimak la that woman damn bitchy. Maybe she bitchy cos the husband never screw her enough because they were afraid they'd offend the neighbours. Hell if they can hear me typing, i'm sure we'd hear at least some creaking springs. Haih better bake something for them before we have anymore gatherings in the house. And bring her over to the house up the road with all the india mari indian students. When they have parties you can fucking hear them from hearsall common with their skema club bhangra and 'yaars' and 'teri maas'. Then they'd probably be thankful their student neighbours are nice studious orientals.
Oh yeah played a bit of Black & White 2 recently. Bottom line, you're a god, you can cast spells and do shit over villages you own, and you have a pet creature you can groom into an evil bloodthirsty warrior or a good builder and farmer and all things in between. You're supposed to grow your influence and populace either by waging war to gain territory, or building a chunted enough town to attract people, gaining evil and good points respectively. It's all good fun when you're throwing rocks, meteors and fireballs at soldiers and helpless villagers ( all the way giggling like a sadistic fuck) but then you also have to do stupid shit like throw around barrels across islands to help some fucktard brewers and teach your bloody creature not to poop on people. Mahai that game damn waste life. Hardly any improvements game-wise from the first, moronic AI , crap-ass story. But it sure looked cool tho - and throwing hugeass rocks into villages never gets old.
Well back to work then. Found a perfect site to get info about my hydro coursework buut i have to do a lot of translating from bloody czech. The other bitches on my group had better be doing something as well. My group for our business coursework damn condemn . Any 2 of us bumping into each other on campus can kira group meeting already, and the group leader is super fuckin slack liddat. Seriously feel like mounting a coup if he didnt book a consultancy slot with the lecturer for our group next week for the business idea.
"Nobody will win the battle of the sexes - there is too much fratenizing with the enemy." - Henry Kissinger
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