Bad scare...

I had the worst scare of my life last night, all thanks to my beloved boyfirend, Shin Shyan.

He called me at around 7pm last night and said he wanted to have dinner with me, so I told him I would misscall him when I reach home. I had so much to tell him about my day. I actually met a pschotic old junk in his sixties on the bus on my way to work. What bad luck! Well, it was the 13th after all, thank god it wasn't paired with a Friday, too! Haha!

Anyways, I think that old junk was a veteran in doing that. He simply "molested" me with his eyes only. He didn't do anything like touching me so that I really couldn't do anything to stop him. I mean, I wouldn't want to be touched by his filthy hands, EEUURRGGGHHH!!! But from the way he looked at me, I knew something was wrong. You know, women's six sense or whatever. I wasn't quite sure at first so I just ignored him at looked the other way. Then he began to make faces, subtle but more than obvious for me to know that I was right. I still tried to ignore him for quite a while but it didn't work. Finally, I glared at him. With all the hate and disgust in the universe, I glared at him. Guess what? He didn't even flinch! He just stared back at me with his wrinkly-skinned yellow eyes! What a jerk! I had no choice but to abandon that tactic. So I started looking the other way again. The bus was too jam-packed for me to move away from this "thing".

Meanwhile, he just kept checking me out from top to toe and back again. What nerves! I imagined punching him until his face becomes concave, like they do in comics. As time wore on, I became progressively disturbed. Next thing I knew, I was already telling him off. I said,"Tengok apa? Tengok banyak-banyak tu buat apa?!" He tried to act nonchalant but he actually stopped staring at me again! He actually dropped back his head and went to sleep! Served him right! Old junk! Haha! I felt so gratified!

Okay, that wasn't the scare I was talking about. Just another sicko, no threat to me. I used to run into them a lot and I've learned to deal with these craps of society, in other words,"yan za" (cantonese).

Listen to the scare now. So Shyan and me had a dinner date. I attempted to misscall him before I went in for a shower but couldn't get through. Oh well, the signal was sometimes bad in his room. So when I was done showering, I misscalled him again, but the same thing happened. I decided to just walk over to his house. I did this while still calling him. When I reached his house, the door was closed so I called out his name. No one answered and I realized that his slippers were not there. Therefore, I reckon he wasn't in. "Weird," I thought. He was always in when I came to his house.

Not thinking much about it, I went to Cybertime, the cybercafe he frequented, he wasn't there. Undaunted, I walked to R2, the comic shop we like to spend our time at. Not there. By this time, I was already boiling with rage. I was thinking how I would give him a piece of my mind when I find him. Why didn't he have the sense to call me and tell me where he is when he had made a date with me?! I did all this while still calling him but to no avail. I then tried asking his friends but they either didn't know his whereabouts or was also having difficulties calling him. I began to worry.

I walked back to his house and called his name many times. His housemate answered the door and asked his roomate whether he was in. The answer was negative. His roomate didn't even bother to open the bedroom door. Well, his roomate was a weird one, a bit psychotic too. You should have listened to what he did to his love rival. I had no othe chice but to return home. It was already 9.30pm. I first came out from my house at 9pm so I was hot and sweaty, angry and worried all at once. I began to think negative. I was wearing a pink tank and a beach shorts, carrying a cute little polka dot clutch I had just bought at the 100Yen shop because I had planned a relaxing night for us. Now I began to think that maybe wearing those shorts was a mistake. Bad things seem to happen when I am wearing them. I dented a Sigg bottle last Sunday at 1 Utama when I was out with Cheryl and her boyfriend. And I had to fork out R

Looking For an Answer...

It's Friday again in the blink of an eye. And I'm finding my life more and more unbearable. I used to have a really strong faith in pursuing my dream of becoming a graphic designer. The hold was so strong that I had came to KL alone, not even knowing if my parents would have enough money to see me through the whole 2 years of my Diploma. I came here out of my own free will. I was not like my other friends or teenagers my age because I had a firm knowledge of what I really wanted. I came here because of a dream. I had came here expecting nothing but believing that I would learn a lot that I would cherish all my life. I had fantasized about the outcome - the lifestyle,the convertible, whatever that I might reap if I did it right.

And I did - I graduated with distinction. But 2 years in that crap college had left me nothing but despair. I realized that I had wasted 2 years there and gained very little knowledge of the skills that I needed to equip myself with when I go out into the big bad world of advertising. I was left with the minimum defence just because I didn't possess the means to obtain a better education. I did get a loan. But how much could I possibly get with the lowest interet? So I borrowed from the government. But it wasn't enough. Hah! Now I feel relieved that it wasn't that much, or I won't be able to pay them back. From my own experience of job interviews and also my friends', it's apparent that designers do not command very high paychecks in this country. And we even have to endure those sneers from bosses because of our lack of knowledge. Damn the shit college for sucking us dry with the fees and giving us nothing but cancelled and unreplaced classes and equally bad lecturers!

I'm so disillusioned by this all. I've come to realize that I was too naive in the first place. I should have done more research. But it's too late. I have to face the music. It's not all that bad, just that my passion is lacking. I feel like such a zombie without a goal to reach for, after my first dream was shattered. Every day is just the same old routine repeating itself day after day, year after year. Do I want to live this way for the rest of my life? Who would want to, anyway?

I've been racking my brain for the past few months for a way out. Perhaps I should blame myself. If I won't help myself, who else will?

Quiet Day...

It's Tuesday, 1708 hour here in Kuala Lumpur. The time is different from the one dictated by Blogger. And Yours Truly is so dumb that she doesn't even know how to reset it. Sorry.

It's been a real quiet day at work. Really bored. Nothing to do. Can't say I don't like it, when the goings get tough, I complain, so I shouldn't complain now, should I? I am getting really desperate to get outta this nine to five hell. I'm just not made out for this, I guess. No one is. I mean, how can anyone be made out to be a corpse in front of the computer for 8 straight hours? (OK, maybe I'm stretching it a bit, there's still lunch break...). But I totally hate being cooped up in an office most of the time!

I don't know what to write anymore. Stop here then. See ya.