When I no longer feel guilty for doing absolutely nothing.

I'M ALIVE! I'M ALIVE!

The bf asked me in the car on the way to the exam centre:-

"Are you aiming to pass or to pass with flying colours?"

I replied,"I usually aim to do well. But I think this time, I have to keep my fingers crossed that I'm going to pass."

It's not that I am a negative person, or I didn't study hard enough for the papers (I have been studying for four months) but it's because I am never one of those people who are lucky. I never go "phew! Thank God the only chapter I studied was the one that came out in the exam paper!"
But I am always the one who " Shiat. I didn't cover that topic and that's what came out."
Never. Never been lucky. The ONLY time I manage to win something at a lucky draw was when they had gifts for each and everyone present.

So, yeah. All the questions which I had for this year's paper, was way different from the ones they have been repeating for the past three years. But that's just my luck.

And to add to my great fortune, my car got rear ended the week before my exam. I think that would make it the fourth time in a year?

Serves me right for buying over the car from an ex.

I texted the bf when I got hit and he panicked.Petrified that I was driving alone and may be beaten up, raped or kidnapped. (In no particular order)

Well, he should know better that I am no ordinary girl. I am the type who would stand in front of the motorbike that hit my car and demand that he gives me his IC. I am also the one who will pull the biker's tshirt and try to yank him off the bike. And yes, I am also the type who will kick his bike when he tried to get away.

And I am also the type who tell the police lady sitting at the police office in MidValley that "yea, saya memang lebih pandai dari you." when she yelled at me, insulting my profession. Do not be surprised to know I refused to budge from my seat when the policewoman shouted at me asking me to get out from the police station. I told her it was a public place and I can stay there as long as I want. And to make the story even better, she told me she has been in the force for 10 years and I told her " Wah, sudah 10 tahun dalam force masih kerja counter ambil report saja ah?"
Well, that full story is for another day.

But I guess I am just not the type who will quietly walk away. Or suffer fools.

Now that I think of it, maybe THAT'S why the bf is worried I may one day end up dead for "defending" myself.

Oh well.

At least I survived my exams! For those who are in possession of toes and fingers, kindly cross them for me. I need to pass this exam!

Tips to knowing your neighbours

Tips to getting to know your neighbours:-

Scene 1:

Man: What is your name?

Me: It's "insert name".
Man: Oh, I am Rama.
Me: Hello, Ra-
Man : DOCTOR RAMA.
Me: Oh, Doc-
Man: COS I HAVE A PHD.
Me: Ah.
Man: Permanent Head Damage. Hahaha. You know? PHD? Hahaha. Not but seriously, I have a PHD.

-_-

Tip No.1 : If he or she is not a close friend, or a family member, lame jokes are not to be told hoping to solicit laughter from the other person. Because however you say it, its.not.funny. Your friends/family laugh because they have no choice.

Tip No.2 : Unless specifically asked, do not reveal your Title. Whether it be Doctor, Datuk or otherwise. Because, it was NOT asked. And frankly, nobody cares.

Tip No.3: If you cannot understand tip no 1 and 2, just stand silently in the lift.


Scene 2:

I get into the lift and press "10".

Man: Wah, you live on the 10th floor?
Me: Yeah.
Man: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.
Me: ??
Man: HAHAHAHAH. You WALKED ten floors UP when the lift was not working? HAHAH. TEN FLOORS! TEN FLOORS!!
Me: Yes, that is what I did.
Man: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

I swear I saw tears coming out of his eyes.

Tip No.1: SHUT UP.
Tip No.2: Follow tip No.1

On a separate note: This blog is going on a hiatus until May 15th. Possibly longer. Depending on whether I survive the exams and if I do survive, I cannot guarantee how long it will take for me to recover from the shock.

Drunktards

Yesterday while I was in Seremban for hearing, the bf called to say that the security guard at my apartment called him. Apparently his car which was parked at my parking spot (he had given me a lift to work with my car) was hit by a drunk driver. (imagine that! In the parking of an apartment building!)

This is a picture of the drunktard's (drunk retard) car. Mind you, this is merely one side of the damage. It was just as bad the other side.

Now this is not a young girl who had one drink too many and was too immature to realise that she should not drive. This was a woman in her 40s, with three young children. That just goes to show, age is not a sign of maturity( or logic apparently).

And just this morning, my cousin sent me this video:-



I think drunktards who insists on driving should just all be placed in a gas chamber.

Kill yourself it's okay.
Kill someone else, destroy another's property, cause inconvenience to others, you're nothing but rubbish to our society.

If you go to court and you get convicted, who pays for your stay there? Responsible tax paying citizens.

How shitty is that?