sparkslife

Now I finally understood why men keep a dog by his side.

So that they will have a listening partner when they are alone and sad.

Well, I could use a dog right now.

I will miss the view of sky from my bed.

I will miss trudging along the muddy road to school after it rains (Soaked my jeans man)

I will miss the cold air-conditioning in the musty tutorial class.

I will miss deciding on which restaurant to eat every single night. Haha.. And in the end we will dine in the same one again and again.

I will miss attending unforgettably boring lecture classes.

I will miss famous Chicken Rice here. There I even capitalize the name haha..

I will definitely miss the stupid bus honking in the middle of the night and early in the morning.

I will miss all my housemates.

I will miss the way my class discuss any plans of trips in MSN.

I will all the booze with my buddies.

I will of course miss rushing to get the lift at 8 am in the morning and jam myself in the lift with like what 20 people? (Ok maybe i will not miss it so much)

I will miss how Sungai Long smells like after the rain.

I will of course miss missing all these things.
And there goes another typical day in the life of near-graduating student.

I am writing this while eating a piece of yucky bread for the sake of taking my medicine. Yes, it’s 2 a.m. and Yes, I have a fairly pathetic life that I have to resolve to blog about an ordinary piece of bread (Did I mention that it was yucky?).

But on the lighter note, I can finally swallow capsule! Hahahaha.. I do have a strong belief about not swallowing plastics but strangely it doesn’t matter to me now (Especially when the powder inside is able to give you an aftertaste that lingers for hours and hours).

I’ve got to say, I’ve never feel so good about blogging than now. Sitting here at 2 a.m. with persistent sickness and kinda delusional, I can’t believe I am still happy about the idea of putting down my thoughts into words. Or maybe it’s just the medicine kicking in. Haha.. anyhow, I am happy.

Is it really that hard to know what certain people are thinking? If we are able to read everyone’s thoughts, will we still be able to lie? Is it that hard to embrace the concept of honesty? Do I really have to slap your face twice and strap you in a lie detector machine to get you to tell a bit of truth? Or maybe it’s just all in my mind. Anyhow, I am still hopeful.

Seriously I really don’t know. I am just a confused human being with a big ass oral ulcer right now. Haha.. And I’m off to bed.

You came.

You haunt.

You’re aspiration.

You realized.

You let it falls down.

You emancipated.

You’re silly.

You went.

You’re a star.

You smiled.

You are loved.

You frowned.

You’re filled with joy.

You are a secret.

You came back.

You’re like a calm lake.

You inspire.

You found it.

You are a dreamer.

You believes.

You rhymes.

You loves chocolate ice-cream.

You are a melody.

You are who you are

And you know who you are.

If you ask me what’s worse than studying on a Saturday night?

It is studying on a Mooncake Festival Sunday night while your family is watching some realllyyyy entertaining Chinese programs while you are trying to get “The Impact of Internal Service Quality towards Customer Satisfaction in the  Service Profit Chain” in your sardine of brain in the midst of chattering and laughter of your family. 

Yes. I would totally take Saturday night in any given day (in this case any night haha).

So you can bet your last penny that I’m freaking excited about the end of exam.

The end of exam means total time for me to layan my consistent and haggling (Not to mention persistent. Erm or perpetual. Oh count in consistent as well) Internet addiction (Yes I am addicted to Internet but not the serious rehab-check-in-and-check-out type).  

Anyway I just a saw a totallyy random quote about some totally random person and I thought of sharing it with you all.

Asian girl: Oh my god, we had a physics quiz and I totally failed.
White girl: Wait, you mean like an Asian fail, right?
Asian girl: Yeah, I think I still have an A, but barely!

Taken from overheardinnewyork.com

Don’t we all hope we can get an Asian kinda fail? Haha

Wait. We are Asian. So it doesn’t count right? 

-.-

You know what’s the funniest part of a joke? It’s when the punch-line hits you unexpectedly. Anyway I was caught unaware by my family sense of humor just now. Let’s have a recap.

I was studying for my upcoming final exam in the living room when my sister emerged from the kitchen with slice of papaya in one hand. As she make her way to the nearest couch, my Dad asked nonchalantly “Ei the papaya taste good mou?”

My Sis, being the critical type, said that it taste not so good because there are some weird taste in it. She go on and make a grimace kinda face. My Dad, puzzled by her answer turned my Mom and asked “The papaya got what taste oh?”

My Mom look at my Dad and take a bite of the papaya and look into blank space.

“Papaya got papaya taste lor. What other taste?”

Issac Newton discovered gravity when a harmless apple dropped onto top of his head while he was peacefully napping. I guess the force of the apple stimulates a chain reaction that trigger his brain cell to go into some sort of gila rampage mode. And that’s how we get GRAVITY.

I discovered my own concept gravity when i fell down in front of UTAR in front of god-knows how many people. But all is not loss. Through this memorable experience, I get to rediscovered some new definitions for words like Slippery, Help, Owh!!!, Embarrassing, Pain Lar!! and of course to the term “My-Ass-Feels-Like-It Got-Hit-By-The-End-Of-A-Very-Big-BLUNT-Bullet”.

And that’s the beginning of a BAD week for me.

As I was sitting on a bench wondering how planes fly, something hits me real bad (No it’s not bird shit!). It’s the realization that the incident of sudden gravitational force fiasco (i.e. THE FALL) can actually set a motion of bad luck for me. C’mon la all I did is just innocently blurted out a hilarious kinda infectious kinda laughter when I saw a Girl fell. (OK so it is not so innocent when I typed it out now. Oops.)

And true enough, 15 minutes later, Mister Karma pays me a visit and confirmed his existence.

As I was walking down the slippery route to exit UTAR, my mind suddenly whirl back to the scene where the Girl fell down. And like a slow motion movie on some rosak VCR player, the scene replay itself slowly, unfolding its hidden rib-tickling vibe.

<Warning. Don’t Laugh Cause I Fell Down After I Laughed At Her.>

I was standing in front of UTAR main entrance with my assignment group mates approximately 10 minutes before the hilarious scene unfolds. I still remember clearly the Girl. She was wearing a white color blouse and a contrasting brown colored pants. Her whole attire successfully constructs a whole impression of a professional office worker (Ahh.. baru habis present la tu. Nak balik rumah dah). But alas, even the most formally dressed human being will fall into the trap of sneaky Mr. G.

As I was getting bored by my group mates rambling around about some assignments (No names should be mentioned here but you know who you are Onney!! ahahahhhahaha. I’m so so so sorry Mr. Karma. I promised I will zip my mouth.), I turned to the other side to observe some nice Sg.Long scenery.

And that is the moment when the magic happens.

As I was turning my head to my right, I saw the Girl. She was walking ever so gracefully along the planted trees. Suddenly as she was about to look up the sky, she seems to step on something slippery.

And without any further warning and indications, she fell.

And I swear to God it was funny. After she fell down, her hands frantically grabbing at the floor. If you happen to see The Ring before, she look like the lady ghost crawling outta television. But now erm… she is just simply crawling on the floor. I guess the Girl is scared that she will slip down the slope some more, that’s why she is clawing her way on the terrain. After she realized that she can’t possibly slip/fall down anymore, she stop grabbing the floor and stand up.

And that is when it happens again.

The moment she stood up, her legs step on that something again, and she lose her balance. But she didn’t fall down this time. She just seem to be having some involuntary jerking motion. This goes on a few minutes as she KEEP on stepping into the same thing over and over again. I know it’s mean to laugh but I can’t help it, it IS damn funny. She looks like she either having an involuntary nerve attack or she looks like she is taking a dance lesson from Michael Jackson It’s hard to describe given her elaborate movements.

Either way, I laughed. Laugh and laugh and laugh. (LOLs, LOLs, LOLs, LOLs)

So, as I was exiting UTAR, the images starting playing by itself on my mind again. I laughed silently (ahem!) and continue walking. As I was approaching the spot where the Girl fell down, I noticed that there is oil all over the place (Gasp!). And after a light rain, the oil (water + petrol + dirt + undisclosed material) seem to makes a really good combination for a typical April Fool joke. So I warned my friends to be careful (It’s like a duck warning a dog to be careful of duck hunters).

Something chirped up there on the tree and I look up.

And THAT when it happens.

As I look up on the sky, my legs suddenly losses its grip on the floor. And I have to do a quick MoonWalk-kinda dance to position myself. And yes, my hands and legs went all over the place. But Mr. Karma and Mr. G really want me to feel the pain the Girl felt. Thus, after the much-elaborate prancing around, I finally give in and landed RIGHT on my ass.

I can’t say anything else except “Woa WOa WOAAA!!” and a combination of “Argh, Owh, and Ourgh”. And an after-event account by my friends later revealed that I look like a pig when I screamed out all those magical words. And due to my good voice projection, all the people around me will get to see a really tasteful impromptu circus act.

And when I lay down on my ass looking up above the sky, I finally saw what is on top there. It’s a damn crow chirping away joyfully enjoying a great outbursts of human drama below. (Now I know why they shoot crow)

P/S: I have no idea what happened to the Girl. If you (the Girl) are reading this, I truthfully dedicate this post to you. Hope you recover well and you taught me a great lesson about keeping my big mouth shut. By the way, how much you pay Michael Jackson fro dance lesson??

HAHAHAHAHA

Oops.. okay i zip my mouth for now.

Promise.

Oh yeah, in case you are wondering those are your common typical high school clique (maybe a bit different in Malaysia setting but still the commonality is there). These figures are prominently featured in the classic 1985 movie, The Breakfast Club. And yeah.. i smell a movie review coming in! hahaha..

My expectation of the movie is very very high considering the amount of praises and rave reviews about it. Not to mention the cult status the film has achieved (honored 20 years later in MTV Movie Awards). But I’m proud to report that the movie does not disappoint me a bit! It is just what I expected of a coming of age movie should be.

During the whole course of the movie I can’t help but wonder how is it possible for one detention scene to made up the whole complete movie? The answer lies in the characters itself. The vibrant and vivid characters portrayed by the five then-unknown actors really reflects the personality and personification of each and every clique. I myself especially love Ally Sheedy (The Basketcase) character. I think she plays the character flawlessly and beautifully. Haha and I especially love it when she is transformed at the end of the movie (So Cinderella-like… but with an 80’s twist!).

Halfway throughout the movie, I find myself really engrossed and living each moment in each different scene. I started to think “Oh crap this movie gonna end soon! Why can’t John Hughes make it like 3 hours longer!”. When the movie finally ends, I find myself wondering how many other teenagers are inspired the same way I do after seeing this movie. Its simple but important message will continues to rings throughout your whole high school years!

Well that’s the magic of The Breakfast Club. After 23 years later, it still touch the heart and lives of individual. I guess we see them as we want to see them… in the simplest terms and most convenient definitions. A great movie that stand the test of time and will not stop continue to vow and inspire the audience for the coming generations.

Don’t you just hate it when someone just pop out from nowhere and do something to ruin your day?? If we have a position for them I guess it will be "Disturbance Initiator Executive (D.I.E.)". They will be working in this big company where their objective is to ruin other people’s day (i.e. by stepping on people’s shoes without apologizing [the aunties are born for this task], walking slow [tak makan ke??] or deliberately forget your 20 cent change and pretend as if it was the normal thing to do).

Anyway the human being i met the other day should be able to get a high post in the aforementioned company. Her skills are well above the others and her annoyance far outstrip all the small little idiots outside there. Do not mess with her!

She operate a normal kedai runcit (if you ask her she will probably said it is like a Wal-Mart giant mega tycoon store). Well after a thorough analysis of her store, the only stuff that can save it from instant distruction is the product variety she have. As much as I hate to accept it, her store does have almost all the neccesary consumer goods. And oh yeah, she does own a photostating machine (wow!).

So unfortunately by a twist of fate I ended up in her store. I wasn’t appropriately dressed that day as I was wearing the clothes I sleep in. But seriously who cares, it’s just a kedai runcit. So when i saw her I handle over my paper and mutter the word "FOTOSTAT".

She seem to understand my language and proceed gingerly to the photostating machine (wow!). At first she seem to be having some dificulties in handling the cold big machine (duh). But after a few test and trial she seem to grap hold of the concept of photostating (Bravo). At this moment, her Indonesian maid emerged with a pail of water and mop. She quickly instruct her to take over her photostating job. I wasn’t surprised she didn’t do it herself (ahem..).

Anyway, to clear up some confusion, I do know this auntie personally. Well, she operate a kedai runcit in front of my home (Located at a walking distance within my house). So I bet my last penny she know me as well. And of course, I will usually smile and greet her when I see her (Don’t cha wish I will do it to you now?).

So after the maid finished photostating my notes, she proceed to the counter and counting the total amount it in some foreign way. I do not know how she count but she tell me the total amount.

Maid: Dik semua RM 4.80 ya.

Me: (Shocked and show my disbelief face) Har? Berapa satu ar?

Maid: 15 sen satu ya dik. Dia tak cakap ar?

Me: (Mouth open)

At that point, Her Majesty emerged and enquire on the going-ons there. I simply point out to her that I brought 3 bucks but the whole amount is 4.80. In Cantonese I said to her:

"Auntie, I stay behind de. Later i bring the money back to you la"

I guess talking to a customer (a one without money) will be a complete waste of her saliva and preeeeeecious time. Without looking at me she turn to her maid and utter the words I will still remember till today.

"Simpan kertas tu. Nanti dia bawa duit baru bagi"

WTF. She think she work for CIA or what? Some negotiator expert perhaps? The worst part is she didn’t even bother to look at my face. I don’t expect this kind of service even in her old torn down store. Crap.

Sulking and disbelieve, I make my way back to my home (empty handed) to take RM1.80 to donate back to her. I wish she will get filthy rich with the RM 1.80. I know is my fault for not bringing enough money but her attitude and her customer service (what customer service??) totally belong to the drain.

If she allow me to get the money back to her later, I will guarantee (I swear!) that I will bring it back to her. And for an extra points, I will tell everyone how good she is for extanding an credit term for me.

But she did the other way.

To quote my Retail and Distribution lecturer, "At the end of the day, I hope she remember that RM 1.80. That 1.80 is the monetary value for losing a customer. That 1.80 is amount that she offer to me to spread negative word of mouth about her precious shop. And no doubt, that 1.80 is also the amount of money she offer to not see me in her shop anymore".

Sounds like a fair deal to me. Anyway she can earn SO much more working as a professional fulltime D.I.E.

I wonder how many of you feels this way? Beneath the happy facade, lies a complete different individual.

Loneliness never accompany me this way before.