"u crazy ah?"

That's what I said to one of the admin people when I found out I can't change classes.

I mean, 'wudafak' la, really.

My timetable right now is very different from what I had last sem and I'm not with many of my old classmates. Obviously, there are 2 new subjects along with 2 familiar ones now postfixed with the letter "B" in the end of the subject name. I seriously thought I could forget the shit with engineering maths this semester, but obviously, no, there is no hiding from effing algebra. I can't handle engineering maths. I barely passed the damn subject last sem. Albeit I didn't even put in much of an effort anyway, but the point is, that I hate it so much, I don't even want to try.

Bloody hell, I might as well try this time. I hope I don't get annoyed by the pounding stacks of homework. I just don't click with maths. I just don't. 1+1=11 is fine, but finding the whatever point of inflexion from the equation y=shit+crap+4 does not DO it for me. I'm mathematically challenged la. Mercy on me, Lord. I swear it's genetic. My father is horrible at maths too.

I really should have taken up law. But my parents wouldn't allow me to study in KL. Why not? Personal reasons. Go figure hor.

I'm so mentally tired right now. The day has been so long. And I have to deal with another 4 and a half hours tomorrow. With 1 hour breaks between each hour of class. Damn boring lo !! :(

Oh ya, would like to apologize to Shirley for being boring throughout our breaks today. -.-

Needs milk,

The Milkman

Infatuation, It Tickles !! :)

I'm always thinking of you! :D

Whenever I do, I smile! :D

This is getting weird, but I don't care! :D

I Lavv Yoo!!!!111!!! :D

Teeheehee~*
omfg.

Anyways, just finished a really good serving of chicken rice in my room. Everything seems so good now that I feel for you. :)

Life is great. :)

It's like ecstasy! :D

Wowowow. :O

You don't notice me as much as I do you, but hey, at least you acknowledge my existance. :P

You're great. :D

Hmm, I feel slightly nauseated by myself. :x

So, this is what I've been doing in my room most of the week.



Right. Epitome of 'bumness' right thurr. Anyways, going out with Gresh and PauPau tomolo. :)

*listening to 'Jason Mraz - I'm Yours'*

I~ Won't~ Heh~ Seh~ Tate~ No More~ No More~
It~ Can~ Not~ Wait~ I'm Yourssss~

:D



*scream* OMFG!!

Retardingly Crushed,
The Milkman

I'm Tired..

Physically, I tend to fall drowsy and decide to go for a 'quick' nap. After which I wake shockingly 4 hours later, with a growling stomach. Nothing new.

But there is something, or rather, someone.. Well, a few someones, who really just confuse me.

I'm tired of playing this tug-of-war, where I know whoever I'm against is stronger than me, yet still does not take me seriously and cuts me some slack for just a little while, so I can catch my breath, and continue pulling to try and win the war of which I will never be victorious.

I don't get how these few people, just take pleasure in bringing me up, and letting me down even harder. I have learnt from these experiences not to try and give a fuck, but whenever I start to distance myself away from these people, it only gets harder just not talking to them.

I wonder why I find myself stuck in such situations over and over again. They're nice people, no doubt about that. But for some strange reason, I'm treated differently. I might be wrong. Though it seems they have something in common. Which is that they will always find the same faults against me, which ultimately makes me feel like a douche bag. The blows keep coming, even though they say it's okay.

I get messages. My replies are long(er) and thought-out. Why can't I get the same in return? You only message me out of boredom, or when you have no one else to message at random. I gladly reply with anticipation of a proper convo. But never, have I been satisfied at all, with the replies I receive when I am the one who messages first. Sometimes, I don't get a reply until a few hours later, or nothing at all. At times, I get a 'sorry', but most times, never.

It hurts.

Why can't I be treated the way I treat you? I don't like to be the one expecting a reply, only to receive it hours later, or not be replied to at all. I might sound childish, but really, I know I entertain people well when they're my friends. Does that mean, I'm not your friend?

Have I ever ignored you without a good reason? Especially when that someone is right here, next to my core? You make me jealous, envy that you have no bruises like mine. I try so hard to sound unaffected whenever you do reply back. But inside, there is the struggle to just give up, even though I know I'll regret it, because you're special to me.

Think about it.

Sincerely hurt,
The Milkman

KL Trip : Day 3

*rubs ass*

I fell down yesterday.

I feel down 2 times.

I didn't like it.

But I had fun.

Went to Pyramid again to meet up with a special friend.

She was who I expected her to be. :P

This will be a short post because I'm feeling a little groggy and have a pain in my ass.

We went for a movie first with her friends and then lunch at some pasta place. Then archery, and got lost in the stupid building.



Apparently, you can't use your phone in the skating rink. The stupid 'life guard', relatively speaking, bumped me later on in the day and I fell and hit the ice, on my ass, 90 degrees, full impact. Stupid idiot. I hope someone stabs him on the head with an ice-skate blade. Idiot biatch.



What's more, the ice was melting and there was a layer of water on the top. And there were these annoying 'pros' that were swishing and swashing through the ice, making these gaping slashes in the ice. What the hell.. Some were cute though. :P~



After getting my left side and ass all wet and freezing cold, we tried to find our way back to the entrance so we could go home and found this pet shop selling fish, hamsters and guinea pigs.



Am tempted to get one RM 16 hamster for myself soon. A sepet one too, so I have something to insult whenever I feel depressed about myself.

Pain in backside,
The Milkman

KL Trip : Day 2

It's Thursday.

My second day in this gawd forsaken city.

How I despise the air.

The gawd forsaken air.

How I hate when taxi drivers fart.

The gawd forsaken taxi drivers.

How I loathe bargaining for faux items.

The gawd forsaken street peddlers.

Even so, I got a good deal on a Mont Blanc bag! Ngahahahah~

More on that later.

Anyway, here is were we started off our Thursday.



Sunway Pyramid !! *sakai voice*



We went to eat first at some Korean restaurant. I think my mum called it 'Cheeko' or something. Forgot to check myself. Oh well.



Nice interior. Rotan is cheap, but they made it look contemporary.





Food! :D Kimchi was good. Tofu was too damn sweet. Beef was disappointing. Soup was boring. Altogether costing us my dad RM 98, inclusive of service charge and govt. tax. Not bad actually.



Stupid girls. I know you can skate liao la.



Weird man. I know you looking at the girls wan la.

Hopefully Jess will fall with me in the ice-skating rink tomorrow when we meet. Nyahahah.



Spent something like RM 30+ here for 60+ arrows. I didn't do any better than before, but at least I got to use a proper bow and good arrows. They're in good condition as compared to the ones in Miri. Though the range between my position and the target was pretty short. A girl beside me kept hitting the metal ring which held the target on the wall, and made a few arrows ricochet near us. She got 1 arrow back after shooting though. Not fair. Ppl suck but still can get an arrow free. Boo.



I'm so tired of walking through all these stupid sidewalks. Blah..



D:



I got hit by a Proton Wira. How embarassing. Why not an Aston Martin? :(



*cough* Fine, so my Mont Blanc is fake. But isn't everyone else in KL fake too? OOPSX????? Got mine at RM 75 from RM 90. Not the best haggling skills, so SHUT UP. D:



I saw the iron-wire-twisting-lady-in-a-wheelchair! :D Was tempted to buy so many of these cute little twisted-iron-wire-thinguses. Shit. I just remembered there are more people to buy these things for. Fuck, must walk back there tomorrow. Wonder if the iron-wire-twisting-lady-in-a-wheelchair will still be there again. I give her many buisnesses hor? Who say I don't care for the disabled? :(



Why, hello there.



The Shit Ship.



Milk.



Escargot.



Beef stroganoff. This isn't authentic stroganoff because it's supposed to be creamy. Not some retarded tasting sliced beef in tomato sauce dish. And my rice wasn't even buttered! Idiots! All of you! Did I mention the waiters and waitresses wore these really goofy sailor hats too? How kinky. D:



Fillet mignon. Back in Cafe Miri, it's something like RM 42 for a smaller piece? Over here, it's RM 38 for a bigger slab of beef. D:

My dad had fried rice. So I didn't bother taking a picture. Lololol.



D: I'll have to chase that lady on wheels tomorrow again.



I'm not sure exactly how I'll use this bag. I can't even put my notes or laptop in it. :(




No, it does not say 'Pork' or 'Porko'. It's some weird brand called 'Echo Park'. Whatever that means. I like it. Grafitti is cool. So is vandalism. :)

Bought alot of black shirts too. My wardrobe is coming along VERY well. My life has no colour.

Conclusion :

Life has no colour.

Lazy to use Italic and Bold.

Must chase lady on wheelchair tomorrow.

With sore feet,
The Milkman

KL Trip : Day 1

Suck suck suck.

KL sucks. If fuck is spelled fcuk here, then KL scuks.

The air is thick, and I actually find it hard to breathe. The airport is hella far from the city, and the taxi's are damn expensive.



Our driver from the airport was an Indian guy, and one thing about Indian taxi drivers and the Chinese ones, they talk more. Much, much more. Though, they do have valuable info about the city.



I can barely see the twin towers in the smoggy morning air. I swear it's not fog, because it was kind of warm today.



I will never get used to this. I hate KL I hate KL I hate KL I hate KL.



First meal in KL. Char siu with noodles. It sucked. Kolo mee in Miri still better gua. Summore for this they charged RM 7. Exclusive of the fucking 10% service charge and 5% govt. tax. My mom also ordered what was supposedly the 'popular' suckling pig. At RM 22, we only got like, 10-12 pieces of fried pork SKIN. WTF ??

And after breakfast, we were all drained from the flight, of which we could not take a nap because we were seated right beside the fucking air intake thingie on the wing. It was like a constant 'VROOOOOOOOOOOOM' the whole flight. So when we checked into our room, we were wondering why the room was in a green tone.



Blame the fucking receptionist trainee that put us into this fucking room right beside a fucking constuction expansion site. I don't want some fucking construction workers peeping into the fucking room while we're resting. And don't say we can just close the curtains. I'm not stupid. I want the fucking sunlight. My parents were too tired to complain, so we just closed the curtains and took a rest first. Half an hour later, 'ping piang bang vriiii vriiiiiiii'. My dad finally decided to ask for a different room at no extra charge away from the fucking construction. And guess what, we had to move all our stuff, and once again, had another fucking construction thingie right outside our window AGAIN. Fuck the Coronade hotel, and fuck the noob shit-faced receptionists. So freaking pissed.



Can you see my mummy in there? She was eye-ing a RM1400 bag. Can you say, 'siao'?



Is that how you spell babana? Sputid ppl.



So small.. I can squash squash SQUASH.

Honestly, I sort of got another culture shock aside from the hei-rens back in campus. Over here, there are alot of Indians and people from the Middle-East, Iranians and whatnot. We sure die if Paulina is here. Cholop us to death. Oh ya, also alot of fat ang-mohs and hyper Australian chicks. Pelik people.



I guess this was the only highlight of the day. It's like the beach for KL people. I could just sit there and stare at the water works for hours on end. Like the waves back in Tanjung beach. Hopefully Kristine can teman me there when I get back.

Conclusion :

I am so hating KL now. It's no place for a small town boy like me. I think I may have contracted bronchitis.

Might be going to Genting tomorrow, I don't know yet. May be meeting some people on Friday and Saturday. Again, not so sure about those plans as well. Definitely won't be meeting up with old schoolmates. I'm just not worth the trip, I suppose. Oh well.

Surprisingly disappointed,
The Milkman

So..

Just a short update on what happened during Grace's birthday. Paulina and I were her escorts for the day. She doesn't have any other friends. :(

Sorry if the pictures are abit blurry. I forgot to wipe the dust off my camphone's lens.



The light of God shines upon the pure. SO HOT IN THE TAXI U NOE? Summore got some phunkie shit smell inside. Summore charge us RM42 for the ride from the Spring to INTI, then to BDC, then finally back to the Spring. Taxis SUCK. The SUCK and they SMELL. I almost forgot to mention, as quoted from Pol on the picture, "It's like the light is shining on my boobies". *faint*



Friends. Aww. *puke*



Blur and brain in comatose.



OBVIOUSLY we're NOT INTERESTING enough for her. @#$%

After my lunch at the food court, we walked around aimlessly like all Mirians do. After that we had more ice-cream and walked some more. Apparently Pol has some pictures of the flat escalator thing of which we rode up and down twice? I hope her camera tio virus. We then ended up in Secret Recipe. I had some fish thing and Grace had beef lasagne. Pol had her donuts from Big Apple and blew the castor sugar powder off her Iceberg donut all over the table. Naughty Paulina! Spank spank spank!



The table BEFORE she made it snow all over and had the staff charge us extra service charge for making such a mess.



"Mummy said EAT YOUR BREAD".



"No!" *pout*
sidenote : zomg i look super fat?



Kick-ur-momma bad ass.



Joe: "I think I'm going to post this up."
P&G: "Shit."



That's pretty much all from our favourite Tambi's birthday. Was SUPER exciting. *sarcasm sarcasm sarcasm* Nah lah, I very much enjoyed laughing loudly like we did back in Parkson in those long gone days. Thank God Grace and Pol are with me in Kuching. We all have each others' company. *laughs at Adelaide, KL, Mukah and Miri friends* Nyahahah.

Till next time my lovelies.

Written in Miri,
The Milkman