Yes, my people. This song is so nice, it’s worth to be published as one of the posts in my blog! Yea Yea people, listen to this song and sing to it! Will make you feel happier even life sucks balls in reality! Haha. Thanks to Kip.

Le video : noun masculin

That’s why my title is “I Love Him” (eventhough got some special meaning in there) haha

Haha, I’ve been tagged by Farah!

Rules::-

* Link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.
* Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
* Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
* Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog .

7 facts that best describe yourself (tagged by Farah)

1. A good listener.

2. A loner (sometimes).

3. Food lover = Big eater

4. Loves to make new friends, but will easily ignore people if they start to show their freakishness.

5. My family is my priority.

6. A book lover.

7. Music makes my my world go round!

You’ve been tagged also!

K. Nisah, Amy, Adnin, Ryan, Em, Idzrul.

Hello folks. Well, i guess this few months are the leaving months for me. Everybody left me. At first, it was the German students, they went to Germany to pursue their studies for a year. Even its only a year, i still can’t meet with them next year because i’ll be leaving when they’re back! Merdes. Then, Nadege, Miss Ho n Thomas went off. I don’t really care bout Miss Ho, because with her presence, we can do nothing also. Wahaha.. Evil Jessica. But, Nadege’s absence really gave me a big impact. What? I’m not as hardworking as before. That’s all. Ahha!

And, during Mr. Thomas’s farewell meeting, he actually cried. Sobb Sobb. And he gave each of us a book. And mine, entitled La Controverse de Valladolid by Jean-Claude Carrière. He put some ucapan also, and they said my ucapan is the longest. Hua~

Monsieur Le Professeur

Monsieur Le Prof, et mon livre! Merci Thomas! =D

His love letter for me. Haha. No la, his last words.. blabla..

Thank you so much for the book Thomas. =D (As if he’s reading).

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Let’s move on to the next topic. Few weeks later, there are quite a number of things happened. Well, weirdo is always bothering everyone, and that’s one of the stupidest thing that i would love to avoid. Weirdo weirdo weirdo. He’s so freaky i wished someone could just bang him on his head! Grr. Ok, i’m not going to repeat everything because basically, he does the same thing everyday. Heavy perfume, bla bla. Then, after the raya, there’s this Music Appreciation thingy and the music teacher is asking me to play. No, he’s not asking. Initially, he’s forcing me to perform! And i don’t even know what song to play. What, Jay Chou’s Secret Piano Collection? F* that. No one in IPBA can actually understand what classical music means, so if i play those songs, they’d just dose off or listen to their MP3s. Right. If those people can actually value these musics like the students in ‘High School Musical’, i might just agree to play. But, they’re not. Gah! *Come on gimme some ideas on what to play on the piano..*

However, for once, i am anticipating for the raya holidays, although i don’t celebrate raya. But who cares? Haha.

p/s : Okay, bout that performance thingy, i am quite shy to perform on stage, because i have never perform since, i was 17. Gosh! I’m dying. Can’t ever breath.

Tension sial, living in a place with all the craps you have to cope with. I really have to find something to make my life meaningful and happy in that place called IPBA. I love my studies. I want to continue loving it, but somehow, there are something that distract me from continuing what i love to do. I hate to be the one pointed as a bad example, even though i might look like i don’t really care. But its certainly a shame that people actually look at you from the appearance, not judging you for what you really are. And before knowing and noticing someone dengan lebih mendalam, you don’t go accusing that someone when you don’t even know who she really is. Guess what, i am that someone being accused. It definitely hurts, ok? Like Kip said “this sucks balls u know?”. (Thanks Kip)

Getting stuck in this so called kebabian-situation, i really think that i need some time to ignore all this kebabian and just move on with my life. Why? Well what is the use of mourning over all this problems we had, when some people don’t even want to care about your feelings? Wounds on your body; the pain goes away slowly but the scars remain. Wounds in your heart; the pains remain but there is no scar. So now, i am “si blessée, si stressée”. I didn’t choose to feel sad, but things that happened everyday are the source of my sorrow. ~~“Don’t be satisfied with high marks”, “Work in groups! Share your knowledge! Don’t bodoh sombong!!”~~ These are the phrases that keep haunting me everyday. Ada lagi : (when she asked the class a question, nobody would answer, and suddenly a weirdo answered it) ~~That is why your marks are low, you let other people voice out”~~ Heellllllooooooo????????? My marks are better than weirdo’s lah. Whats the use of studying to get high marks laaaaa kalau orang just know how to condemn you! Arghhhhhhhh…

Yesterday morning ’she’ gave us back our essay papers, (essay on corruptions in France) and ’she’ said ’she’ was not satisfied because we did not do proper research on that essay. ‘She’ demanded for some reports or citations from any organisation. Guess what, in my paper, i did write some citations and reports from SOFRES (Société française d’études par sondages) but ’she’ said “None of you have write what i wanted,” … So bayangkan how terasa i was yesterday. Why? Did ’she’ read my essay or not? Am i invisible to her?

And that weirdo also nak kena, keep doing weird things. I didn’t call him weirdo for nothing ok. Imagine someone sitting beside you, keep looking at you when you are doing things, and keep kissing the table, put on heavy perfume, blablabla. Tak nak la kutuk dia lebih lebih pula, i just ‘beh tahan’ with him, want him to ‘chau nia’. Chau from my table also good already.

These are the only problem that i wish i can solve because one of it really kacau me. The only solution is just go straight at ‘her’ face and say whatever so ’she’ won’t talk all that again, but ’she’s’ my teacher. I have to respect ‘her’. Gr. Now i regret for being a spoilt child when i was 17 and below. Hardly listen to mom. Study stupidly.

Chey chey and Ryan had been very sad lately because of Baby in Chey’s stomach. Ryan’s blog. I also cried when i read Ryan’s blog. I’m so sorry for what happened to Chey, Ah San Ko, Ryan n Baby. But, we can do nothing. Its all God’s will.

Haihz. I shall endure and endure until the day i leave Malaysia for France (i don’t want to leave my family!) And i hope ’she’ will stop all that and give me some free spaces before i do anything stupid.

This week was not a really good one for me, and i guess it was not a good one for others too. Being back to college after one week of holidays really drive me mad because i usually slept early and woke up late. But now, it turned out to be the either way. Sleep late and wake up early! =.=” … Well, after few days then, the routine came back to normal and without realizing, time passed so fast and now I’m already at my sister’s place. Weehee~

I cut my hair. And i am regretting a bit for cutting my hair. To be more specific, the fringe. The first day, it was awesome. The second day, it was all scrubby, and the third day, it was weird. Today, it got crazy like broom, and i don’t know what’s next. Gosh. Should i regret? For once, yes. But i am really going to do something to repair it. I will and i really mean it! Gosh, I got all emotional because of my hair. Grr.

The first day, Tuesday ..

(I really don’t understand why my face is always red whenever i took photo with my own camera..)

The second day, Wednesday ..

(Look at it, i ressemble a bowl..)

THE THIRD ONE HAS BEEN DELETED BECAUSE OF THE UGLYNESS

The third day, Thursday ..

(I look spastically red.. like tomato!)

Gosh, how am i going to fix my hair? Having a chubby face like mine does not allow me to groom myself like a barbie doll, because, yea, chubby face, so however you fix the hair, you would definitely look chubby. *am shouting.. mhhmm, am shouting* Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mon dieu.. help me.

Guess i should just go to the salon and ask their opinion on my hair. But they’ll definitely cut my throat, not my hair. (thats a metaphore for some sales people who would ask their customers to pay for the most expensive service.. =p) Haihz. I’m gone crazy again.

This week is all about my hair, nothing more. OMG.

I am craving for this.. Starbuck’s Java Chip. Glurp. Yea, its been awhile since i last went to Starbucks for a coffee. I think i will find some time after class next week to go and have a drink while surfing the net (that is if IPBA’s server is still like doinkdoink~)

Hahah! My favourite Java Chip!

Pearlie, i’ll definitely bug u to go with me. =P

Hi folks. Has been quite a long time since i write, guess what, my laptop is not fixed yet, still have to install and download some things to make it complete like before. During these days without my laptop, i devoted my 24 hours to sleeping and things other than surfing internet. In the end, i caught some allergies for one week and a minor fever! Haha. Ironic.

Well, i am starting to think over bout my life, about things i missed before. Guess I’m quite happy with my life now, first and foremost is that i have a super happy family, i have wonderful parents, sisters, brothers and a very cute nephew who makes me happy all the time, then i have everything i want, even my profession is fixed, i don’t have any financial problems, i have the chance to pursue studies in an European country, i have friends who stand by me (as far as i know), its like, there is nothing for me to worry about. Everything is like, fixed. Nevertheless, i still feel that something is still missing. I feel, lonely.

Be given as an example, most of the time, when i am at the hostel, in my room, i spend most of my time studying, sleeping, watching dvds, surfing the net and do whatever i can; alone. Where as my friends, they lunch together, they dine together, the study together, they watch dvds together, its like they do everything together. And me, I’d always stay alone, which i think i prefer to, as i don’t really adore being in a super havoc situation. I’m not racist, mind you, and I’m not choosy. I’m just a typical type of human being who actually demands for something which i love, to do something that i know i like to do. And my course mates, they are not my type of people. We are friends, but we don’t cling to each other. But they are nice, a group of super nice people that everyone would like to get near with. I tried a few times to be with them, and as i try and try, i would say that it doesn’t work. We just don’t get along that well, we don’t really have the connection to each other. We are friends, coursemate and classmate. But, sorry to say, we can’t seem to mix, as in mix like we’re good friends who can count on each other to live on. I miss my previous life, where i hang out with my old friends. I miss the precious time with the one i used to be so close to.

However, being in a new environment is not that bad after all. Especially when i come to live in a ’so civilized’ town like KL. Being in this new place, i learned a lot, and the most important thing is that i gained so much experience.  It is obviously different from Penang, which i spent 17 years living under my beloved family’s supervision, everything was done by them, even from breakfast to supper was prepared by them. But here, i find myself so eerily pathetic, whereby i still can’t manage my things properly. Given time for dinner, but i would still be doing something else like sleeping, bathing, surfing the net, and whatever else. What is happening to me..

And these days, i had been freaking sensitive. Take some examples in the class. I am not a hardworking student, but i believe in ‘paying more attention in class is better than keeping up ourself so late at night to study’. And i really hold tight to it because being a linguistic student, it is very boring to study the same thing every time. Plus, i do my assignments during night time and if i continue to study during that hours, i will surely be tired and exhausted. I am not lazy. Don’t say that i can use my time after classes to study. I usually go out for swimming and basketball during the evening so do not complain that i waste my time doing nothing. En plus, the time is mine, not yours!

Ok lets just get back to the point. Lately i got the results for my previous test, and i passed the test. And i passed with 75,5 marks, which i myself is contented with what i get. Just say what ever you want to say, yes, it is not a high note but at least it is more than what i targeted. I might not be the top scorer like the previous tests, but that doesn’t mean that i didn’t progress. Guess what, i did progress ok? And i got 24/25 for 1 of the paper which is the writing paper, and i didn’t expect that. … Why am i that pissed? Because, my tutor, Miss Teh, she said something that really hurt me much. “Don’t be satisfied with high marks”, “Work in groups! Share your knowledge! Don’t bodoh sombong!!”

Why are you keeping pointing at me? Look at my results, i did well, and my marks are progressing. They are not going down. But what is the reason of me always being the one pointed, the one taken as a bad example? She might not say words straight towards me, but she did something indirectly, that i can understand that she was trying to mention me in her speeches. Yes i admit that i played a lot, but look at my marks! I didn’t score 50 or 60. My marks are all above 70! And being in a language course for almost a year only, it isn’t easy to keep it up. It isn’t easy to face the lecturer’s critics and to give a neutral visage for it.

Ok, stop about that lecturer’s thingy. Now that i am more concern in getting myself more connected to the world. Its dreadful to know that people actually judges you from your appearance, not your competences. So shall i dress up like a doll so that you people will think that I’m nice, or shall i dress like Beyonce so that you guys will say I’m cool? Oh junks.

I’m missing some one right now. Again. But this person is a friend of mine, used to be close at times. Our relationship is like a season, for once, we can be so close, and the week after all i listen from that special person is silence. I don’t understand. It is so, not consistent?

Whatever it takes, i will still try to discover my life here in this so call urban ville.

With the help of the people here too, i guess..

So lame. Suddenly it goes crazy la the hard disk. Habis lah my TVB series all gone! Re-download it again? Peh, better i go and buy the DVD suak. Boh-eng la like that, cannot use laptop and do assignment liao, and have to always go to the library. Sien nia.

Siao until duno what ady la i. Grr. Gone sasau ady. Grr. Don’t wait for the new posts lah. Shall write new posts next week lah.

Kanasai betul.

*cries*

Well, i went to church the other day to watch a skit. Its about a son (ah Kiang) wanting to become a cook, whereas his father (Mr Khoo) wished that he could become someone more educated like an acountant. Mr Khoo sells Hokkien Mee, and his wife (ah Lian) helps him with the works at the stall. Then there are these groups of neighbour, and also ah Kiang’s friend, (Sue) which i can say a very cute girl (who looks a bit like Pame). Being the only son in the family, it is for sure that the father will want his son to be a successful person, and not just any hawker selling Hokkien Mee at the Tai Pai Tong there. En revanche, the son wanted so much to be a cook, that he disobeyed his father and went to London to pursue his studies in culinary. (He should as well go to France to learn how to make fondue and couscous! =p) Few years later, he came back to Malaysia, bringing his own Hokkien Mee pati or something like that, and that made his father so proud of him. Hurm. I was so interested bout this skit because there were some conversations in Hokkien, and its kinda hard to find it here in PJ. And yea, not to forget the Hokkien Kua in the skit, which i listened Daddy and Momy singing it when i was so small! Haaha. Miss those time..

DELF B1
I am so worried for the results. Superbly freaking out that i couldn’t sleep last night, and i am very sure i won’t be sleeping tonight either. The results were out, and we will go and take the certificates tomorrow at Alliance Francaise. I heard from lecturers that in out Cohort, one person failed. Will it be me? I hope not. I’m not being snobbish, over confident or whatever u guys call a person when she/he is confident she will not fail her exam. But i know i won’t. Because i had been studying like hell, and i know i did the exam well. Grr. But what if i’m the one who failed?

Arghhhhh~

Momy Dady, i miss u. Chey miss u too. Ryan, eeyo miss u.. Erjie, can’t go back Subang this weekend, got class on Saturday! =(.. Sanjie, ur birthday present is still with me!

Stress. Encore et toujours.