So I used to be a bit confused as to what I should call myself. Sometimes I said I was a New Zealander because I have New Zealand citizenship. Other times I'd say I was a naturalised Hong Kong-er because I spent half my life there. But I'm not really so confused anymore. I'm Malaysian. And I shouldn't have to prove it to anyone who doesn't believe me. Because y'all are idiots.

 

Hahah joking. You guys who assume so are part time idiots. 

 

I'm just saying people shouldn't assume and make silly unfounded comments like I'm only 15% Malaysian because I've only spent 15% of my lifetime in Malaysia (actually I'm not sure about the stats, as I'm sure I've mentioned before my maths is pretty atrocious...). But you get it, don't you? I don't like being told by strangers where I'm from because they know x amount about my life. Apart from being judgemental and just a little tiny bit presumptuous (yes, sarcasm fully intended in case it got away from you) it makes me want to hit you a little bit. Maybe a bit more depending on how annoying overall you are. I mean you wouldn't say to some English guy who now lives in India that he's not English anymore would you? (Mostly for the obvious reason that he's white, and most Indians aren't.) See with him, it's easy to see he's not Indian and you wouldn't assume he's Indian. So why would you assume with me?

 

Is it enough to say that because I could reasonably look Korean, Japanese or any other Asian country that's why you think you can justifiably say I'm not completely Malaysian? Or is it because you think I've neglected the country and ditched it to live in other places? Untrue of course. I would totally entertain living in Malaysia if life brought me back there. But just not now and not in the past.

 

So stop saying I'm not Malaysian enough. It's bugging. Contrary to the possibility of feeling like such comments have dug an identity crisis deeper, I actually see with greater clarity where I'm from. You could call it a reaffirmation.

Stupid paintball.

 

Children: in general, a Mexican Standoff is never a good idea. Especially if you are outnumbered. For those who don't understand what a Mexican Standoff is, the premise is this: two teams line up facing each other, 10M apart. And then you just shoot. And run away with your tails between your legs like Joy, Min Li, Yien Von and I did. All for extremely good reasons. We have proof to show you! Somehow at the time it sounded a better idea than the free for all... :/ lapse in judgement attributed to lack of sleep I think.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just had the boringest tutorial in the world. No wait...philosophy from semester 1 takes the cake. That was just the stupidest waste of time...and the reason why I have to do ARHT 1001 THIS SEMESTER. Instead of doing something else cool...ARHT 1001 makes me come in early. I've already formulated my own vendetta because of that. Hmm...no not really...I'm just annoyed it makes me come in at 9 and 10.

Anyway this tutorial sucked. The tutor's a bit rude I think. She told us to write down 3 things about Evangelicalism, and then she tells us to talk to the person next to us and to come up with a TOP POINT ABOUT EVANGELICALISM. What a silly exercise...only because she's not content with the lack of feedback we were giving her (BECAUSE EVANGELICALISM'S BORING)...other tutors just move on! Like Mr. Handsome Teacher (from history last semester! But no! This woman!  And then she disses my partner for being too convoluted. See the polite thing to do would just be to say 'Hmm yes, that's in addition to blah blah blah...' but she says 'I don't think that was really necessary.. blah blah blah' All this condescending passive aggressive rubbish.

And she has the weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeirdest accent. Okay that's a bit rich coming from me...but hers is so strange! It's like...half american...and half australian...and it sounds pretty displeasing...just because it's so exaggerated in some areas...like 'what would you rathurrrr it be loike?' 'so-ueee' (you know that funny thing australians do at the end of their o's? like...'hello-uueeeee?' and 'no-uuuee') yeah she has that and all of the american 'rrrrr'.

But emm....yes and she also doesn't respond after you say something! It's so irritating. Well..it's just an observation really since she hasn't done it to me yet...like someone will say something after she's asked a question...and she'll just be like '..........' until someone else says something....and then it'll be like 'mm.....' She really is quite a poor discussion generator. She's making Culture and Society in Modern Britain about exciting as a mouldy orange. I had hopes that maybe Harry Potter would come into this somehow....a new sort of Evangelicalism...but no...I don't see it being any fun with her...her and her obviously LOTR inspired email...she wishes she was half elf! Elves are cool. And she's not really.

New York New York better be a whole lot more fun...or i'm seriously considering making my appendix swell every Wednesday.

Did you ever have one of those days when you know...it's sort of a nothing day...and then it gets worse and worse the more you think about things? See, nothing physical actually makes  it worse...it's you that makes it worse. I mean you could go about your day doing normal things...and all you'd have to do is let your thoughts run away with you, and you could feel like something is unmercifully taking a gigantic crap on your head while you fry your mobile phone in your frying pan for breakfast and then realise you'll go hungry as well as having to buy a new frying pan. And most probably a new phone.

 

It's very hard to be optimistic when you feel a bit lonely isn't it. I'm feeling a ranty I-hate-Valentine's-day blog coming in time for that godforsaken day...celebrate everyone! Blow on your annoying party favours that make that irritating 'PZZZZZTTT!!!!' sound...And for God's sake, Ryan Cabrera, SHUT UP. Well...let me be nicer...I don't like your song 'On the Way Down'. Because it's crap. I like your other songs though. And you're lucky that I'm saying such nice things...because in case you're comatose, I'm feeling quite nasty. Snarl. If I was a werewolf or something I'd possibly have venemous Oh-my-God-I'm -going-to-get-gangrene spittle spraying from my mouth in rage. And then after you've gone and pissed off (or I ate you) I'd go off and lick my wounds. No, I'm just kidding, I wouldn't eat you. But anyway, I'd go and lick my wounds. And I'd get up again. And go hunting or something. Because I am not pathetic.

 

I won't submit. I won't. STEEL YOURSELF. Speaking of steel, you could use a new hockey stick.

 

Number 5 just cries a river a minute.  My favourite number is 5.

 

Oh, while we're all feeling bitchy, feel free to leave something that really annoys the shit out of you. For me, I don't like unnecessary boring 'reply alls'.

Because Green Day came. And I saw them in concert. They were so excellent! I wasn't sure whether postponing my ticket to Hong Kong was worth it, but it so was. Even though I didn't see much of Billie Joe and Co., the atmosphere was amaaaazing. And I also thank the fates for getting me out of the mosh pit without needing to go to the hospital. Idiot zone - CHOICE TICKETS! ...although I wish I got to see more of Billie and Co. People should be less tall so I don't have to jump myself silly trying to get a glimpse. And less sweaty and gross too.

 

Concert opened with My Chemical Romance and Jimmy Eat World which weren't bad. I'd say My Chemical Romance did a better job of psyching the crowd up, but overall both bands were pretty okay. The My Chemical Romance guy hits some alien notes man. Amazing! And a bit scary.

 

 

 

 

 

NOT TRUE! The title lies. It was glooooooooooriously sunny. And it was Friday. Choice beach weather. My friends even told me they were jealous they hadn't thought of going to the beach. Or maybe they did and just couldn't. Anyhow, the beach was calling ME.

 

Turnout was few, admittedly, but that still did not diminish the potential enjoyment to be had. No sir. No one was to stand in they way of me and getting a tan. Except for my skin which REFUSES TO TAN. Dammit. WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM SKIN. WHY MUST YOU CONSTANTLY STAY PASTY. Aaaaaaanyway. Despite that small detail not working out, there was plenty else to do.

 

Building sand castles for instance. Or a sand fortress/prison. :D That was previously a rather unattractive loaf of bread. I don't know if Mel and Mon would call theirs a castle or a fortress. But it had a moat. So I think that qualifies it as a castle. Actually their moat kind of doubled as a driveway/cliff as well. So.....maybe a mansion? A seaside resort?

 

So we went sea loitering as well...I wouldn't really call it swimming since there wasn't any actual swimming involved...just a lot of riding the waves and being chilllllllllllll yo. Hang Ten! Actually I have no idea what hang ten means. It just seemed a good thing to say. ....Possible topic for subsequent Nonsense Trivia....

 

We also played cards...and we attempted to gamble on ice cream...but Amy and Anna Tang went to get food, disappeared for half an hour, came back and ate themselves tired. Thus, no gambling was to result. We did play with Anna Siu and Thomas though. For no ice cream. Which was a bit disappointing.

 

So after we exhausted the sun and it began to set we went to deenur. At Michitaro. Which isn't a bad place. Free water available for the taking :D And so, The Water Game was born! Yeyyyy! Ada came up with a brilliant rule that if you lost once, you drank once. If you lost again, you drank 2 cups. 3 times, 3 cups. Etc etc. Guess who drank the most? ADA! Hahaha. Talk about jinxing yourself.

 

 

 

 

 

it's because the sodium levels in your blood diluted

junie junes says:

whcih changes the rest of the fluids in your other organs

junie junes says:

such as your brain

junie junes says:

and it swells as a result

junie junes says:

and puts pressure on itself and the skull

 *michelle says:

haha

junie junes says:

and then you pass out because your brain can't take it

junie junes says:

and then you eventually die

Okay that's all for today. Bye bye now!

 

AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LITTLE BROTHER WAYNE, TINY ONE. WHO IS NOW FIFTEEN. BUT STILL ACTS FIVE. HAHAHA JOKING.