yee sang phobia

For those who know not what yee sang is, it is a delicacy eaten during Chinese New Year (unique to Malaysia I heard), filled with multi-coloured crackers, pulps of pomelo, raw fish, and topped with some sour sauce. Sounds like some gastronomical delight, but I assure you it's absolutely horrible =) well at least for me. The history of my distaste for the ostensibly appetite whetting dish dates back to the days when I was a (terribly nasty) child, when a bad case of food poisoning (after eating yee sang duh) changed the course of my life forever. Ok I exaggerated, but you get my point. When I see yee sang, it's like seeing an old pair of socks: smelly, yucky, smelly, smelly. It's a violation of reasoning to eat old socks, hence I dont eat yee sang. Hey, they dont call me genius for nothing ok!

Nonetheless, "lou sang" or tossing the yee sang is considered auspicious so I happily oblige each year to lou sang. It's like tossing your enemy (old socks/yee sang/some one in class) and making them all dizzy muahahahahahahahahaha evilnessss.

CNY was short, but fun. Ever the good student, I paid visit to some teachers from my previous school and extorted money/collected ang pau from them. Realised I may not see them again in near future. Yes, this was probably my last year celebrating CNY in Ipoh, and yes, this emo-ness is contagious.

Then again, I need not eat/see/smell yee sang anymore. YAY!!!!!!!

Facebook horror

I tend to simply entertain friend requests on facebook without actually finding out who those people are.

There was once I added this person on facebook whose profile picture shows a girl sitting in front of the piano. Ok so the girl was kinda cute. I actually did make the effort of finding out who she is and to my surprise, her only friend on facebook was me.

*pin drop silence*

The more surprising part is that I ignored this fact and went to nap. Lol. Few days later I realised how potentially scary this may turn out to be but it was too late as I couldn't remember her profile name on facebook. He/she could be an armed and dangerous stalker. Damn I should've added her earlier.

Perhaps i'll look back one day and regret this decision, but if she really does kill me softly with her piano song, at least, please, play a good song. Like Lady Gaga's Bad Romance. Lol

Moral behind the story: don't simply add strangers on facebook. I just added another 5 secs ago =)))))))))

p.s. happy valentine's day and have a gud cny ^^

I love my college

My college rocks. Here are the top 5 reasons why:

1. Scenic environment
Whoa this is especially so when it rains and you can see the workers enacting the breathtaking view of sweeping water from the corridor down 4 storeys. Niagara falls of Malaysia. Free admission. 'Nuff said.

2. The programme director's hairstyle
Shocking but true. Reminds students of Sun GoKu of Dragonball. Don't mess with the lady, or she might just give you a helicopter kick. Wait that's Chun Li.

3. Extreme weather simulations
The air cons can either be freezing cold or blazing hot depending on which classroom you are in. Hassle and baggage free virtual(ly real) experience of going to the Sahara or North Pole, which ironically, can be just next doors.

4. Music
The radios emit blasting decibels especially during events (of which nobody usually remembers why they are held). Free test to see if your ear drum is failing you, even in the midst of lessons. If it's too loud you're too old. Also, Beyonce goes well with calculus - when you integrate those curves. Gah the pun.

5. Ample neck exercise
It's always good to exercise when you're feeling restless. A surefire way is to start from the neck. The management has cleverly arranged tables in such a way that you'll have to turn your head with a frequency of 5o Hz. Behold the new generation of owls.

Spread the love, people!

Paradoxical irony

The last couple of days were predictably interesting.

First there was the rendezvous with former schoolmates who, to me, were distant yet familiar. We talked so much, but we hardly got to know much about what's going on in each other's lives of late - no thanks to the exchange of insults, which in our lingo, translates to how much we care for one another. Nay, I was seriously joking.

If you think the above is so confusing it almost made sense, the following would be so normal it'd blow your socks off. So fasten your seat belts, socks!

In class Ashveer, Tiffany and gang were amused at my wierd facial expressions. Ashveer says I'll have a show similar to the Jay Leno show or something. I'm planning to name it The Evil Retard Genius Show. Boy I hate how much I love his idea.

"If you can't convince them, confuse them" - Harry Truman

I love this clever quote. Stupid right?