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About time >.>

For those of you who don’t know, Om Nyom Nyom was originally a “supposedly fan-fiction” site done by Holy Cow and myself, but eh, screw that shit now.

Since I’m more into manga-reading than anime-watching right now, I’ve decided to remove the “anime” and “manga” tags from here, and most of the less-than-your-usual-standard-of-review goes here: http://nicefood.wordpress.com/

NOTE: Spoiler-heavy, and extremely-biased-opinions ahead. :3

“Hey dad, a friend of mine was asking if there’s any cheap Kelisa’s around?”

Just that. And what I got was:

“Do you think I’m stupid? You want a new car for your own use, right?”

… WHY THE FUCK WOULD I WANT ANOTHER FUCKING CAR TO USE WHEN I ALREADY HAVE A FUCKING KELISA SITTING AT HOME?
HOW THE FUCK DID THEY CONNECT A SIMPLE QUESTION LIKE THAT, AS A MEANS OF MY TRYING TO GET ANOTHER CAR TO DRIVE IN CAMPUS?

Seriously, sometimes I don’t get them. I KNOW they’re not stupid, but at times like this, it’s hard for me to think that.

And yes, thanks to that, my throat hurts a hundred times worse after shouting my head off. Back to sleep.

ZOMGWTFBBQ

That was the lowest speed I got from torrenting. It went to 900kpbs a while after that. :3

Celcom Broadband: I’m lovin’ it.

I never thought I’d adapt to my new life in Ixora that easily.

Not even 5 minutes in my room, and I’m already outside of Ixora, happily sipping iced tea in some random mamak stall, while watching Chelsea v Manchester United.

Though a disappointing match, because Christiano Ronaldo wasn’t there, it was enjoyable not having to phone my parents, informing them I’ll be back late, and worrying about getting home before 11pm.

I can’t find a nice conclusion for this post, so I’ll just leave it like this. :3

It’s all a fucking lie. In the end, it doesn’t fucking matter what I did to stay at home, I’m still gonna get kicked out anyway.

So yeah, I’ll be moving to Ixora in 3 days time. Woohoo. Long-awaited freedom.

Things to buy: Mattress, food, drinks, Celcom broadband, swimsuit.

Things to do: Clubbing, partying, hanging out till late at night, swimming, eloping to some far away country, over-sleeping.

Things to NOT do: go home every weekend, call my dad.

Long-term planning: study occasionally in Law Library.

Sounds awesome, doesn’t it? So why am I so reluctant to leave this shithole I once called home?

“Hi dear, let’s go teenc@m now, I’ll be waiting for you outside your house.”

… was what he told me this afternoon, when I just got back from my lunch, and was sipping melon milk. Naturally, I choked. I had a darn good reason to. He was supposed to be in Seremban, and even if he did got back to Melaka, how did he get himself to Ixora? And even if he did SOMEHOW warped himself to Ixora, how the hell did he get to my house, when his roommate (who had a car) was far away in his hometown?

I went down, disbelieving, and my jaw practically dropped when I saw him waving at him from some random Kancil. I got on, pretty sure everything was a dream, and asked him to pinch me. Which he did. I didn’t feel anything. Wow. It IS a dream.

So we proceeded happily to teenc@m, spent the rest of the day watching G.I.Joe, stuffing chunks of meat down our throats during dinner, and finally kissed him goodbye in front of my house.

Shit, I’m not even sure if this WAS a dream or not. It’s too good to be real. I mean, him driving me around? I’ve always secretly wished for it, since it always felt weird having the girlfriend drive the boyfriend around (not that I mind, I usually get to my destination 20 times faster than he gets me to the same place =p), but damn, it’s a good change that he was the one driving me for once. I feel bad for admitting this, but it felt AWESOME feeling like a proper girlfriend today. T.T

Hence the reason I’m blogging this, I never, ever, EVER want to forget this day. Thanks for bringing me all over Melaka, dear, I appreciate it and I love you. <3

PS: Your driving is awesome. I was joking when I said it was scary. <3

PPS: You’re still reckless though. >=O

PPPS: And you still drive slower than me, no matter how hard you try. <3

PPPPS: Love you XD

It’s all rather ridiculous, isn’t it?

When one fine day (today, actually), you suddenly realized that those who are your friends are now successful career women in some country far far away, final year students with top results, studying overseas with full scholarship, learning foreign language in some country far far away, and god-knows-what-other-impressive-shits.

Those people were my classmates, my friends. We shared the same food, we shared the same seat, we shared the same silly jokes, we basically grew up together.

And yet, they’re leading such different lives from me. Me, stuck in Melaka, regretting a stupid mistake made a couple of months ago, and currently reaping what I had sown. Them, to-be-doctors, mathematicians, and god-knows-what else.

My mum had always been nagging me about this staggering difference between me and them.

“Why can’t you be more like your friend?”

“All my colleague’s daughters/sons are on full JPA scholarship, they’re in India, Singapore, Australia, US, UK. Why can’t you be more like them?”

Always, I assumed my mum had been expecting too much from me, and that I am who I wanted to be. But looking back now, she had a darn good reason to think that, doesn’t she?

What on earth happened to me?

The answer lies within me, and I’ve been aware of it for a long time already.

BRB killing mosquitoes.

Fuck yea killed it.

*ahem*

K so, yeah, my problem is: I’ve never, ever taken anything seriously before. I keep telling myself, “be optimistic, there’s always hope, there’s always a second chance in everything”. That was probably the reason no one ever found me depressed for long. I’m a generally bright person, I think.

But my chances are running out. During UPSR, I missed an A. During PMR, I missed another A. During SPM, I missed 3As. During STPM, I barely scraped a B for any of my subjects. Last semester, I got a termination of studies letter from MMU.

HOLY FUCK, SEE THE PATTERN HERE? AT THIS RATE I’M GONNA FAIL AS A HUMAN BEING.

The same can almost be said for my attitude on relationship matters. Until now, I,  frankly, have ZERO idea why my boyfriend likes me the way I am (read: lazy, irresponsible, stupid, rude, dirty, unenthusiastic, can’t cook, can’t sew, can’t do household chores, basically  an utter failure girlfriend). I’m not even kidding. Come on, I know myself the best. I was dumped three times. That should show how bad a girlfriend I was. Or am.

Therefore, the only conclusion I could come up with was, I’m an incredibly lucky girl, for now, relationship-wise. Not so much for other matters.

I’m 21 years old now. I’m a legal adult. Heck, I could even ditch school, get laid, and be a housewife or some sort. But no, that would be a fucking disgrace to me, my family, and to his family. My parents did not brought me up to be a housewife. They brought me up to be a doctor or lawyer woman, capable of standing on her own feet.

Which brings me back to topic, I really really really should be studying right now, instead of feeling lame and sorry for myself.  :{

Really, there’s no where like home.

I haven’t really told anyone about my situation at home, apart from my boyfriend, have I? Let me begin my rant then, starting with my parents.

I love my parents. Why:

They’re cool. They never asked me what I want. The only memory I had of them asking me something like that was when I was at the door, begging to be let into the house, a couple of weeks ago. They just found out that I had been concealing my test results from them, and were on the verge of kicking me out of the house to their friend’s place. Actually, they (mum & dad) had conflicting opinions. Mum wants me to quit MMU and work as a night-time operator. Dad wants me to stay in MMU, and live in his friend’s place. I bet at this point, you’d be wondering: Wow, so are they assuming their friend would let some random teenage girl into their home that easily? Apparently they’re assuming that their ‘friend’ (by the way, never contacted them for the past 20 years) would let me in that easily.

They’re caring. I just had my last paper today. Before leaving the house, mum told me that I’m the most irresponsible human being on Earth, for leaving the house at 1.35pm, instead of 1.30pm, like she told me to. (Spoiler: Exam starts at 2.00pm. It takes 10 minutes to reach MMU). Good luck wish? Dream on. I finished my exam at 3.00pm. I reached home a couple of minutes ago. I said ‘hi’. As a response, I got “what did your brother eat?” Okay. Fine. I forgot I told my mum that I’d buy something for my brother. I was so busy doing last minute revision that I didn’t even eat anything myself. That’s what I told my mum, which was the truth. And what response did I get? “Nobody gives a shit about you. Why didn’t you buy anything for your brother?”

As for my brother, he’s been relatively decent to me these couple of days, so I don’t really wanna bitch about him. Only the fact that he’s endless facebook browsing sometimes irks me.

Lovely home I got. Did I tell you they unhinged my door? Yeah, there’s this huge gaping hole in what used to be my door in my bedroom.

Lovely. Really, really, lovely. Someone give me one good reason to NOT just walk out of their house this instant.

My first night with the air-condition on, ever since my parents confiscated the remote control in my room, I’ve been sleeping without the air-cond for the past 2 weeks, and I’m getting used to the stuffy atmosphere, but boy, must I admit that…

God, THAT FELT GOOD.

I love you dear, for teaching me how to hack my own air-cond <3