I saw her today
and she made me happy
She's still the beauty that I remember
Maybe more than so
Since memories play tricks
And I can't remember everything
But all that doesn't really matter

I heard her speak today
and her voice filled me with wonder
Not that I never heard her speak before
But somehow today
It just seemed that much more melodious
Like a fresh song sung by Apollo

I saw her today
and she gave me hope
Hope enough to look forward to the next day
without fear and without sadness
I thank God for her
Her presence is like balm to my soul

I'll wait then like I always have
For that one chance
For that one shot
If until death I must wait
No problem
It's not like I got a life anyways

TTFN.

Let's see...based on the multitudes of observations that I've received/eavesdropped/told to my face/read/etc:

1) Lazy
2) Childish
3) Unambitious
4) Would never amount to anything
5) Couldn't care less about anything
6) Under-achiever
7) Most able to survive without friends
8) Too quiet; must be a terrorist
9) Too loud; what a mother-fucking son of a bitch
10) Asexual
11) Bloody horny
12) Laid-back
13) Selfish, stingy
14) Too thin; must be a drug addict
15) Too fat; must be a human black hole
16) Mama's boy
17) Coward
18) Nerd
19) Thief
20) Pathetic excuse of a human being
21) Insensitive
22) Over-sensitive
23) Dickhead
24) No emotions
25) Over-emotional
26) Too bloody proud
27) Worthless
28) Likes to show off
29) Too laid back
30) Obsessed with gaming
31) Too fussy
32) Too stubborn
33) Traitor
34) Deserter
35) Show off
36) Low-self esteem
37) Only cares about himself
38) Masochist
39) Strange, weird
40) Weird taste in things
41) Loser
42) Naive
43) Pessimist
44) Will die by suicide
45) Know-it-all
46) Idiot
47) Disgusting freak
48) Frog in a well
49) Never learns from his mistakes
50) Too moody
51) Liar
52) Too frank
53) Easily addicted
54) Too easily influenced
55) Too crude
56) Too vague
57) Refuses to listen
58) Too different
59) Inhuman
60) Forgets too easily
61) Remembers the most trivial things
62) Very vengeful
63) Hot-tempered
64) Impatient
65) Too early for everything
66) Worries too much
67) Leech
68) Keeps everything bottled up
69) Gossips too much
70) Cruel
71) Too shallow
72) Cannot talk down to people
73) Always want to insult people
74) Always reference things that no one understands
75) Always living in another world

I could have gone up to 100 but I need to pee. Maybe some other time instead...

And they always ask me why I always think that I'll die alone, friendless and miserable. And knowing me, I'll probably enjoy dying alone, friendless and miserable. Because at least the only one who will be miserable will be me ^_^

TTFN.

P.S. If anyone actually wonders 'Is there going to be a 75 reasons why I am loved?', I have this to say: please, don't make me laugh.

I am definitely part of the education process right now. How can I tell? Well if the students have something to say about you, good or bad, that's pretty much a given I would say. Here's the transcript from her blog, totally uncensored as is my nature.

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I went to the library to print out some notes.

Mr. L said: I’m sorry, but I have to ask you: why so late? These ARE Malaysian Studies notes, aren’t they?

I said: Yeah… (So?)

Mr. L said: Isn’t it a bit last minute to be studying for Malaysian Studies? You JUST got the notes? And you only have… what? ONE hour?

I said: No, I already had the notes on my computer at home but my printer’s not working so it would be a waste of an hour if I did nothing wouldn’t it? (And what the heck’s your problem with it anyway?)

Mr. L said: Well, I wouldn’t do it. (Emphasis on the “I”.) Last minute studying won’t work. You won’t remember ANYTHING.

I said: (Did I even ask you what you would do or for your opinion on last minute studying for that matter?) Mmm.

I smiled.

Mr. X walked into the library.

I thought: Not another one.

He went about doing whatever he was doing.

I thought: Maybe he’s not that bad after all.

Then he spotted the printer. He looked at me.

Mr. X said: Don’t tell me… Is that Moral Studies notes? I mean, Malaysian Studies notes?

Mr. L said: Yes…

They looked at each other.

Mr. X said: Isn’t it a bit late to be studying?

Mr. L said: Yeah, I asked her that.

I said: (These poor men.) I already had the notes on my computer at home but my printer’s not working so it would be a waste of an hour if I did nothing wouldn’t it?

I smiled.

Mr. L said: Yeah, but I wouldn’t do it. I never did it. Last-minute studying is useless. Ever since my secondary school days I never did it. (Yeah, and look where you are now - printing out notes for students in a library???)

Mr. X said, sarcastically: Don’t worry, she’s a “smart girl”, she knows what she’s doing, I’m sure.

Mr. L said, with raised eyebrows, playing along: Smart? *coughs* From what? Her results? (Yeah, if you want to judge my academic capabilities based on two GROUP assignments, well, it’s up to you.)

I smiled (again, because I have more self-control than these civilized, educated adults who are so insecure that they have to pick on students to make themselves feel less insignificant).

Mr. X said, enjoying his little game: Mmm well, you know, compared to THE OTHERS, well, mm, she’s not THAT bad, you know?

Mr. L said: Well, compared to THE OTHERS, then yeeahhh, I guess so.

Mr. X said: So how are you finding your first semester here? Because you know, most students usually find it hard adjusting, getting used to the people, the assignments, and all.

I said: Oh, it’s been good. It’s been alright.

I smiled. (These poor men. They don’t really have anything better to do, do they?)

The printer finishes printing.

Mr. Y said: Here you go.

I said: Thank you.

Mr. X: By, the way, hope we didn’t scare you and make you regret coming here.

I thought: No, actually, I don’t. Because it’s taught me self-control as well as when to save my breath and saliva for people who aren’t worth two drops of it.

I walked out the door without saying anything.

I thought: Get a life, go to Life College.

Note: This wasn’t written to burn Mr. L and Mr. X. No disrespect meant to them; rather I feel sorry for them, because they were once little boys who played around and had fun and had dreams and ambition who grew up and didn’t get to fulfill their dreams, but got stuck making the lives of college students miserable. I haven’t. And they don’t require knowing the “right way” to study and making straight A’s.

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True. I am a dickward. But then again I never did claim to be a saint or anything of that sort. Hell...I'm used to calling myself that mother-fucking son of a bitch who would never amount to anything in his life. So right now I'm just going to have to settle for calling myself that mother-fucking son of a bitch who can walk in and destroy people's dreams and livelihood. Ah...to be hated and reviled by everyone...it's just like high school and college all over again...^_^

TTFN.
TTFN.

300 is the story of a young man who decided that even though he's born into a family of soldiers, he doesn't have to be one and so he chose instead to become a hairdresser, working in a saloon called 300 because it's got 300 seats to serve their customers in. It's a story filled with sensitivity, men who are willing to cry because their hearts are broken and that crying is the only way to express their brokenness. No punches are thrown,nary a drop of blood is spilled...it is indeed a movie for the 21st century movie-goer...

Now that I'm done with the bs-ing, let's get this whole namby-pamby stuff out of the way and get on with the truth and the glory that is 300.

300 is based on the graphic novel by Frank Miller (the genius behind Sin City and the Dark Knight, amongst other things), which tells the story of 300 Spartans who defended their land against the massive forces of King Xerxes of Persia, buying enough time for the rest of Greece to gather their troops and prepare against the invading forces.

There is nothing remotely politically correct about this movie. Shown at a time when the United States' troops in Afghanistan and Iraq are suffering terrible losses, the message of the movie is ridiculously transparent (honour those who die fighting for your freedom) and it doesn't help that the Persians are black and Asian while the Greeks are white. Blood and gore is used throughout the movie like sambal on my nasi lemak and tits will fly. Men will perform impossible stunts, slay behemoths with just a single javelin and all the while, look good as sweat drip down their ripped, shiny naked body which was not even scratched during hours of fierce pitched battle.

But make no mistake: 300 isn't a movie about realism. It isn't a movie that requires you to think unlike Devilman or Doom (good examples of movie where a storyline isn't required at all. Period. Even an iota of a story kills the entire movie). It is a movie where heroes are heroic, full of machismo and say, 'To hell with negotiating. Let's just kick butt and chew gum along the way' and that alone makes it worth watching.

It is vicious in a true Homeric fashion (His spear went through the other man's groin, shredding his testicle as the spear point travelled upwards, destroying stomach, lungs and heart before finally coming out through his the base of his skull), it is as dark as a Batman movie (not Batman and Robin of course), there is no thinking required and it celebrates the macho man in every way possible.

Who said the macho man was dead? You know that you can't kill him 'cause he'll just stare at you coldly and say, 'I'll be back.'

TTFN.

Had a grand row with one of the students on Monday regarding library fine. She was under the (very much mistaken) impression that the fine was 10 sen per day and was raising hell when I told her that it was 1 ringgit per day instead (which it is and has been since Life College first started). She paid the fine and vowed that this wasn't over.

So she came today and asked for a receipt. God knows why she wants a receipt but I can guess why and even if she does send it to the boss or whoever, I'm still not going to respond to any change in fines since the fines are there as a preventive measure against people returning their books late, not as a way to get more money as she puts it. If the fine was 10 sen per day late, might as well return the book one month after the due date. You'll only be charged 3 ringgit for returning it late.

They don't get it, as the student services over here says. The students just don't get it.

TTFN.

Today I've officially received an unofficial semi-promotion. Translation: I got more work to do without getting extra pay. So theoretically, this means that I am now properly in charge of what's going in the college library, including my new task of purchasing books for the library and figuring out exactly what I'm suppose to answer when LAN comes by for their check-up sometime at the end of the month.

...which is a complete irony of what I've been doing my entire life since before this, I've never really been in a library before (I'm allergic to libraries and I hate going into libraries and the most time I really spend in a library of my own volition is 5 minutes tops) and now...I'm the guy in the library.

Yup...God has a weird sense of humour alright...

TTFN.

Something that I came up with today at work as a sort of promise to Ker Shin. Enjoy.

See the young lady
whose heart is torn in two
Not by love nor by strife
rather the twice difficult choice:
to support the man
or to support the team

Her heart aflutters
when the man drives by
but now his chariot bears
the prancing stallions
so now she despairs
''Why oh why must this be?''

Tis too hard to decide
between man and team
Too long does she brood
and now begins the new year
and the chequered flag waves
Still she has not chosen

"It is too hard" she sobs
Must he really go that way
to that vilified squad
He did and she mourned
Now her heart could not choose
and agony awaits

No matter what she chooses
she will be mocked
For following the man:
The derision of the hated team
For following the team:
The heart's ache for lost love

But choices are not fair
And that's why choose
she must or else
Face torment for the season
When choosing between
The man and the team