Mmm, Home Never Smelled This Good.

Hullo tharr. :)

Been a long time since I posted anything. Guess would start again since I'm back home and on my sem break. FYI, it's only 10 days. Grr. No worries though. Would be happy to return to Kuching for the summer semester. My friends and I will be taking both Malaysian Studies and Moral Studies during this end year till early January(?) I presume. Will be coming back for Christmas though, to see some friendlies again. :D Ehem, though not looking forward to seeing SOME of them. Grace, Pol, I think both of you know who are the people I'm talking about. Those lil' fuckers. :l

side note: why are we forced to take malaysian and moral studies as compulsory subjects in our tertiary studies? it's almost bluntly implying that malaysians do not know about their own country and have no basic morals/common sense. i don't get it.

Hmm. Kind of miss Swinburne. Though, thinking back at how badly I did in my Engineering Maths paper, I'm happy where I am right now. @_@

So, here are some pictures and whatnot to keep you entertained.

Oh ya, we celebrated Changi's 18th birthday on Tuesday.



We went to Mitsu Shabu Shabu, just a wall-climb away from Swinburne. Don't mind the guy in the red shirt..



Somehow, I don't think he's really 18. Come to think of it, I don't think any of us are past the age of 10. Diana didn't come.. No one to tease about age. :(



Not everything we ordered arrived yet. Mine would destroy the picture.



Tada~ Economy Tofu Set~ Looks like crap, but I had two sets for myself, all for the total price of RM6/set. Damn healthy ok? Can prevent the what, conspitation orhhx. :3~



Aiyo, this picture kind of kelien. The birthday boy stands in the background while his friends take pictures of the cake instead. LOL.

Sry Ah Zhao & Shishi. Hand itchy. :P

The other friends. :B

Eeee, sempat pose. ^^v

Oreo Cheese Cake. :3~

Advice.

*wish wish*

Hiaaaaa !!

*chak*

^o^

The night ended off pretty okay. Made some jokes on the walk back to Swinburne before everyone went home. Right after, I got back to my room and started packing for my trip back. It's just so tedious to pack your own clothes nowadays. How I wish someone else would help me pack my luggage like when I was 8 or so. :(

Either way, I'm still back home. Thank God. Was raining when I arrived. Don't know if it's some kind of sign that Miri is crying because I'm back. Because the last time I left for Kuching after another holiday, there was a very clear rainbow in the sky. -.-*

I guess this is all I have to write about. The next post may be some time away. I notice how people stare if you randomly take a picture with your phone. Is it wrong? Voyeurism is not a healthy habit.



Here's one last picture of the Sibuhan birthday kid. Sarah would love him. Once again, Happy Birthday Changi-

In the holiday mood,
The Milkman

Feeling So Blue, It's Really True.

Anything at all,
whatever I do;
anything that happens,
I would call you.

How do I feel,
left out by you;
is it so hard,
to call me too?

Don't I deserve,
something I'm due;
return the favor,
you just have no clue.

What have I done,
to be ignored by you;
we don't do the things,
like we used to.

I'm so stupid,
another dumb fool;
to be used like this,
a simple tool.

Don't you appreciate,
what I've done for you;
I think you don't,
I think we're through.

You don't think of me,
just admit it's true;
now I start to regret,
being friends with you.

"No point being involved with people who just don't appreciate you." - Jordan, age 16

Forever in spite,
The Milkman

Tis The Time For Starvation !!

Spent, what, RM400 today?

Damn disappointed with myself. Should have more self-restraint. I probably got possessed by the ghost of a spendthrift today. Aren't they supposed to be following some fake flags or something? Bah. Going to starve myself for the next few days.

Haircut : RM15
Wax : RM50
Colour : RM80
After-colour treatment : RM 30
YSL Eww d Toilet : RM215
Food : RM20

Total : RM410

WUDAFAK?

Okay la, considering my hair colour seems okay(it's fucking cheap brown under white light! D:), and the wax keeps my hair from fucking curling up at the tips, only the fucking haircut was a damn disaster. Stupid idiot cut my hair so weird. Parts I want short he dun cut, parts I want long he cut into half, parts I wan a trim he cut super short. Kanasai. I swear I will never want him touching my hair ever again.

ARGH. I not acting cute pls. And I hope I don't fail with wax. Never use before. Call me sakai, but obviously my hair isn't NORMAL. Bloody genes.

Nice buy. Limited edition(yerseh). So cheap summore(duh, I think, duh). Anyone who wants to buy this, let me cut you up into small pieces first, ok? I don't want anyone fucking smelling like me, can?

Damn la, I ate the Eel and Tofu set from the Japanese stall and Beef Noodles from the Beef Noodle stall(ultimate DUH) at Spring's food court not that long ago and now I'm fucking hungry again. Kanasai, I swear one day I will get some sickness from eating too much. Time for an apple. Nyom-nyom-nyom.

I wonder if will kena bom by my parents for colouring my hair. I don't know what's the big deal with having your hair coloured. Fine, maybe expensive, abuden why still wan me to go back for the weekends just to see me? Packing is mah fan ok. Fine fine fine, I appreciate, I appreciate.

No, I do not use photoshop anymore. Chih.

Unhairy and pissed,
The Milkman

Wasting Away A Sunday : Part 2

Finally got the pictures from Malvin's phone. Here are some pictures I missed out of the previous post.

I would like to clarify, that I am, in fact, taller than average, and that my face looks oddly distorted in this picture and therefore shall not be revealed to any unsuspecting victims for fear of ugly.



Such a nice day for a walk with someone special. :'(



Thanks Kristine darling~ I lurvx the shirtxz. Buy more back for me pls. I pay for it + interest.



'Imprisoned'. Lol?.. Wah seh, Allison(pink shirt) looks so secksi~



I call this, 'Free Fall onto Live Cushioning'. *poof*



Camerawoman. Her link is on the side, the one with Sociopath.



Care to worship us? We promise to our devotees they will never again fall victim to tambi cholop. :) Oh ya, ever heard of the story involving Muhammad and the Buddhist Guang Ying(or whatever he's/she's/it's called)? This would be so much more hilarious if you knew the story. :D



Beh tahan! I must show you all this. So pretty!!!



Eww.



Wan Shin fail.



AHHH!!!



Hu say I not sporting dun show myself with weird face? Wah, I just noticed how small my legs are. It can't be anorexia. I've been eating like mad these few days weeks months all my life.. T_T



Maths fail.



..yes I do..



Eh, forgot about this pic. Dam nice. I think I will develop it next time. :D

Till the next time my friends and I do something stupid, always remember, carry a breath spray with you at all times. You never know when someone tries to mangle you. A fresh spritz to the eyes and you're a free bird. It works. Try it! On yourself!

Mentally confused,
The Milkman

Relaxed on a Sunday

Melissa is going to kill me. Oh well. Hopefully she doesn't read. Lol.

Alrighty then. This post is dedicated to my Weekly Sunday Outing/Exercise Hostel Buddies(oh my gawd sounds so nerdy). Hope you all like. :)

So like, on Sunday, the canteen and Chilli Peppers are both closed, so us hostel people have to find ways to feed ourselves. Usually I'd just rummage through the garbage bins outside for any leftovers from the canteen. Being the lazy ass I was to cook and wash up, I bugged called up my hostel buddies to join me for breakfast+lunch at the Spring. I actually have my aunt tapao food for me every Sunday, but they treated me to a great blackout dinner the night before(Saturday comes before Sunday, idiot), so I just told her not to tapao this Sunday. Much to my joy, I had such a great time running across the road screaming, trying not to get killed. Enough talk, let's see some COLOUR in my life! :D



So here are some of my friends from the hostel. As usual, I mostly have girls as friends. I guess I click better with them. Don't get any ideas, biatch. Another guy was late because he mistakenly heard we were going to King's Center(Centre?) instead and walked all the way there only to find out we're not. So he spent another 20 minutes walking all the way back to the Spring. Lol. I shan't name them out because then you'd be able to identify them. But Melissa should be universal, so.. :P

There he is.

Eww.

Omg.

So then after we finished eating and waited for fruits and ice-cream, Melissa started talking.



I literally started tearing when she said this.
"You know what is blackout? Blackout is when a black go out mah."
Oh my gawd.



Her idea of window shopping. Oh yeah, there was this basketball competition of some sort nearby that store, where players were supposed to show off some flashy dunking skills or something like that. Horribly ah-beng. I think that in itself tells you whether any of them managed to dunk even 1 time.



First time I did this with a group of friends, we went to the toiletries department to sample some 'eww d perfoom' and 'eww d toilets'.



You have to admit, this really catches the eye. For more reasons than one. D:

So after getting a migraine due to the lack of oxygen after sniffing what Dior la, Gucci la, DKNY la, Chanel la, Ojipa la, (AHAHAHA SO FUNNY RITE?? ._.) we walked back to campus and changed into our sport shoes and went for a jog around campus. Well, I got lost in the carpark and thought it was a good opportunity to have a run around, so I did that while running up and down the stairs wondering where the rest were. Sounds pathetic, but what to do, my 'friends' boycott me.

Cheh.

Actually got alot of pictures that we took with another *clearer* phone, so these are just a few behind the scenes pictures. Yes, we're 18.



Seksinyer fotografer. Paneaeh!! (obviously my futile attempt at Iban. Uhh..)



Wow. Great way to end a day, huh?

Later that evening we walked to King Center(Centre? Damn.) for dinner. I had pork dumplings*drool* and kueh chap. Porko-power recharged! :D

Well, time to end this post. Someone will kill me for staying up so late. It's almost 2.20 a.m. and I have class at 11.30 tomorrow. Wuhuhuhu! :3~



Hope to have more Sundays like these. Think of all the food I'll be able to eat.

Beginning to salivate,
The Milkman

Geng, Olympics Make Sarawak Blackout.

They're not fireflies, and they're too big to be stars.



Hark, the use of candles during dinner. How romantic.



Went to a nearby coffee shop for dinner with relatives today.

Halfway waiting for the food to arrive, 'bzzt', Kuching tio blackout.

In the middle of dinner however, Syaza updated me that the Spring was also affected by the blackout. Then Miri. Then Sibu. Then Australia. Wth?

It was a pretty okay night too, wasn't raining and not too hot. The place where my relatives stayed had a pool, so I sat on one of the poolside benches imagining I was tanning half-naked with an awesomely awesome awesome body and played tetris on my phone. Very relaxing hor, especially with the sky filled with so many stars, surprisingly. Summore the neighbourhood kids started coming out and played around the pool. Albeit annoying when they sing, the simple things they say were amusingly funny. There was also this really extroverted 12-year-old girl who showed off her dumbfounding burping skill. She might be the 'funny girl' in school when she gets older. Aside from that, I learnt some bits of mandarin. :P

How I wish there were more blackouts. No, I don't.

I'm still pissed at the damn admin people who screwed up our timetable once again. I hope all their newborns grow 1 hairy mole on their forehead so people recognize them and say, "Omg, it's an admin kid*echo*it's an admin kid*echo*it's an admin kid." Then they'll run to their parents and cry cry cry. And their parents will go like, "Don't listen to them baby, they're just really mean and cruel kids. Don't listen to them." Then we'll burst into the room out of a sudden through the window and say even freakishlier, "It's an admin kid*echo*it's an admin kid*echo*it's an admin kid."

Fine.

I may be a little twisted in the head. But they did it to me. They are the ones who screwed up my mind. With this goad forsaken timetable. Blah.

Anyway, you should all try this game. It's pretty nice. A few of my classmates and I were addicted to the game when we played it in the computer lab during class. Tee hee hee.

Adagio



Click here to play this game

Adagio is pretty nice. I play it with full volume too. :D

Distracted by someone,
The Milkman

Admin Spawn of Satan, Begone!

Well, have been a mental wreck these past few days. Trying to cope with engineering maths and chemistry, as well as dealing with english and innovation & change, a new subject this semester. Been talking to a few new people as well, with one particular person catching my attention.

*wink wink* :P

How I wish we could all turn back time, even for a short while, to revisit the times we've had when we were just kids, not having to worry about applications of differentiation.

So, took some pictures for the sake of filling up this pathetic excuse for a blog. Why do they call this a blog anyway. There must be a less nerdy-sounding word. Seriously. 'Blog'. It even SOUNDS ugly. Gosh.



Uni friends. Would have taken a picture with more people in it, but they were all scattered around at the canteen or in the main building. Ooh, but do you see a couple in this picture? Free cookie to anyone who guesses correctly~ :P



Jessica and John. So sweet, even their names begin with the same letter.



..and so do their shoes. I wonder if I'm missing out on something.



Chemistry class. My lecturer is quite a character. He says the lamest 'jokes' sometimes, but have to give him credit for the ones that actually make sense to us 'seh kias'. :P

Now, moving on to the admin shits. We got news from our chem lecturer that some new students are taking up chemistry, and the class is clashing with their timetables. What did they do to resolve the matter?

Reshuffle our timetables.

F*CK YOU PEOPLE.

THIS NEW TIMETABLE IS HARDLY FLEXIBLE.

Putrid demon spawn of Satan. You all should just s*ck it.

We've all already made the final adjustments to our timetables and done the homework and everything. And all you do is just THROW us in whatever class is available? I DON'T CARE if the class is past the '25 students per class' limit. THERE ARE STILL SEATS AVAILABLE. You bastards! Those just because some students can't handle engineering physics and decide on taking chemistry instead just because it seems easier or they want to take chem engineering(which by the way, they will move to Curtin after foundation is over), you can't just change all our timetables without our knowledge. What's that talk you all lied about saying once we're enrolled we can't change classes anymore?

NEWS FLASH : I HAVE HAD MY GROUPS CHANGED 4 TIMES.

Assholes.

I'm calling my parents.

Plainly bitched,
The Milkman

Uuh Uuh Arh Arh

Monkeys give me luck!

I finally changed my timetable to be exactly like Diana and Jessica's. Not much effort put in either!

How did I do it? Called up my dad so that he could lie to the little buggers down in the admin department. Such is the scheme of the 1990 baby. *evil laughter* My dad is born in the year of the monkey btw, if you didn't get the relation.

Also crossed paths with another type of Monkey today right before I went to see the admin people to change my timetable. They could have told me that the classes I wanted to enroll in are full, but no! I was able to get into every group I asked for. Damn, you are one Lucky Monkey. Uuh uuh arh arh. :D

Such a happy happy joy joy day. :)

*swoon*

Smiling sepet-eyed,
The Milkman

Phase Me Out

I can't believe it.

Why do my ears keep turning red? Such a complete and utterly pathetic giveaway.

My mouse is on the fritz. How worse can my day get?

I've found some Paramore songs that actually make me blank out.





If you have headphones, even better.

And I saw a monkey today. That can't be good. Must be a sign. :(

I go sleep lah. Mood fly away today. *rhyme*

Anyone know a cure for blushing ears please contact me as soon as possible.

Tired and Angry,
The Milkman