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

"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