June 2, 2007

Few things I hate about being fatherless:

-I hate that my father will not give me a happy birthday as he had always done every year. I have to admit he’s the only person who I really wait to give me a happy birthday every year.

-I hate that he won’t nudge me on msn messenger at random times.

-I hate I will never see him playing solitaire for the longest time in front of the computer.

-I hate that every once in awhile I cry if I think of him. I have to say that I hate crying because it makes you feel helpless. But each time I think of him makes those tears unbearable to hold.

-I hate that I could not shake his hands and tell him that I will be a BSc. in a few weeks.

-I hate that nobody will ask me to buy some gin and tonic every once in awhile.

-I hate that I can’t call him names anymore. I used to call him ugly and fatbelly.

-I hate that instead of seeing him, I will see his grave if I went home to Rumbai.

-Dear Papa, I hate that you are not around anymore while we still need you more than ever.

Papa, may God take your soul in His place. I know that you are watching us and still here with us.

I know that I never say this to you but, I love you. I will miss you dearly.


Spring Break!!!

March 16, 2007

Okay, I know Spring Break should be dealing with lots of sun, beers, clubbing all that other craps. But, I guess it is not for me (anymore). I’d love to do all those college students ritual when I was younger, but I guess I’m too old for that (I’m 22 this year). Anyways, I’d like to share a story which I guess will assure me more of the stereotype of Indians.

So, on a bright Saturday mornig, I went to this gas station to buy some ice. So, below are the conversation between me(M) and the-Indian-guy (TIG):

M: Do you sell any ice?

TIG: Oh yeah, it’s on the corner.

M: Oh, okay..

TIG: It’s $2.79.


TIG: How old are you?

M: I’m 21..going to be 22 this year.

TIG: Oh, I see.

(A minute pause while he were sliding my credit card to the credit card machine).

TIG: You, should do some jogging. Fitness…stay in shape.

Me, pausing for like 10 seconds…Well at this time I was thinking of, you know killing him right away, but that will be too obvious. I mean, it’ll be just too weird if it gets to the newspaper and the title will be”An Asian girl killing an Indian guy in a Gas Station”. So I just smiled and said…

M: Oh yeah, I tried to do some jogging once in awhile.

TIG: Have a nice day!

M: Well, you too…(NOTTT!!!!!!)

You Indians are freak. Please MYOB!!! Okay!! I never tell you guys straight in your face that you guys stink. Or your accent kills me!!!

Please, if you live in other country, try to adapt to the culture,okay. Y’all have to know that it’s very rude to say to a person whom you just met to stay in shape.

Okay, even me, as a possitivist could not tolerate such attitude. Enough is enough!!! Oh, I don’t want to ramble anymore.


Retail Therapy

February 18, 2007

It’s been awhile since I post something in this so called “supposed-to-be-written-everyday journal.” So, things have been okay with school I guess. Homeworks are okay, quizzes are superb well except for that one quiz in German where I got an F. I don’t think I’ve ever get an F before in my life. So, when I check my grade I was like in the verge of laughing my ass off or burst in tears. And oh remember that test that determines my fate in grad school. Well, I took it yesterday and the result is pretty disappointing me. Well I mean the quantitative is okay, verbal….well not so much. Anyways, I do have to retake it for the sake of more late night studying in the next two years. I know, life could be a bitch sometimes. Hahaha

I  think I need some retail therapy. I really do. So, I need some shopping buddies. Anyone interested?

Terbangkan Daku!

January 27, 2007

Oh my god. You peeps should listen to this video. I mean the singer has great voice and he sings with like good emotion, too. It’s an okay rendition.

But, the thing is that it’s just to funny to listen to Fly to The Moon in Malay.

Here it is, listen carefully to the lyrics.


January 21, 2007

I’m too sore to write long post. So, here goes a short one. So, me and other Hon Honor Society members went to the rec today for this free cardio remix class.

Okay, the fact that you can dance and follow any kind of rythms doesn’t really mean that you can follow a full 45 minutes of a cardio remix. Well, what can I say, I’m a fast learner in learning steps but, I still couldn’t follow the class. It was too tiring.

After excessive routine of stepping stairs we decided to play badminton which makes all my body parts aching.

And here I am know in my bed with my hoodies on my head feeling all cold and pain. I know, beauty is pain but I don’t think that it should be this painful.

Anyhoo, I want to sleep so bad. Auf wiedershein!!!! See, I used to use Adios at the end of every posts because I thought I will take Spanish this semester. But, I dropped it and I take German instead. Hiahiahiahai


January 16, 2007

Superstition (adjective): a fear of the unknown.

What do people consider as superstitious? Some people said that 13 is an unlucky number, people do knock on wood, some say that crossing a black cat is also a bad luck. As a positivist I don’t believe in all those things as I regard believing those would be too eccentric.

But, I do get scared sometimes. A sign would be having hard night sleep just like the past two nights. It’s just that school is starting this week and I do get frighten before school starts just thinking what the courses will be like, how the people in the classes are, how my grades will be, etc. It just so happen all the time. Especially, since this is my last semester I want to make the best out of it. No space for mistakes. Now, it sounds that I want to be a perfectionist which I am not, well maybe I do. But most of the time I basically just this typical churlish and clownish person (haha the preparation for that stupid test ameliorate my diction).

On a lighter note, school is closed tomorrow due to severe weather. College Station has never been this cold before. It is the second time that school is closed due to the weather since I was here. A friend of mine that I chatted online was being covetous since she claimed that school has never been cancelled when she was still in College Station.

This semester is going to be one hell of semester. For the next 4 months I have to deal with three courses with labs. Which I hope I could handle. Please God if you do really exist, boost me with your blessings. Darn, now I sound like giving a holier-than-thou attitude.

As a positivist, I believe that I should have possitive drive towards any kinds of affliction. No pain, no gain.

As an englightment, I will post one of my favorite songs, Always by Atlantic Star. So, enjoy.

Adios peeps….


January 10, 2007

I just got my haircut in star salon the one and only asian salon in town. Description of my current hairstyle is that it looks like one of those typical Asian girls’ hair you know straight and layered all over when I use hair straightener but looks wavy and frizzy all over my head when I don’t use that flat hair thingy (it looks awful, really, seriously).

A glimpse of the conversation at the salon:

Vietnamese Haircut Lady (VHL): Hi, how do you want to cut your hair? (With a very weird accent, but still understandable but it took me few seconds to get what she was saying).

Me: Oh hi! I just want to keep my hairstyle. I think it is layered. And also can you make shorter bangs to my hair?

VHL: Touching my hair with a very weird look in her eyes like she never sees any curly hair before. Oh okay, how about 1 1/2 inch shorter and give more layer from there. (Do excuse the grammar but I don’t want to manipulate the real conversation that took place).

Me: Oh okay, that sounds good.

So, there she goes chopping my hair with I think three kinds of scissors. She chopped it a lot. A few minutes later….

VHL: I going use flat straightener, I just want to see your hair straight okay.

Me: Okay.

After more chopping off my hair then finally it’s done. Final look, as I said before it looks awful. It’s too thin and too many layers. Damn you VHL what did you do to my hair!!! Arghhhh.

This is why I don’t like going to get a haircut. Ever since I was born I guess I never get satisfied with anykind of hairstyle I I have since they always look awful. But, as a positivist I would say hair will grow back. So, oh well!!!

I want to upload photos but the camera is still MIA. So, maybe tomorrow I’ll upload some photos of me with the new haircut. Until then adios….