Misusing "Sorry"

"Hello, bla bla bla (name of organisation/office) here, may I speak to Mr. Mazlan?"

"Huh? Mazlan? Sorry, wrong number." *thinks for a while*...maybe I listened wrongly (self-monologue).

*Speaks again* "Uh, Mr. Mazlan izit?"

"Yes, yes."

"Ooh sorry sorry, wrong number. Sorry."

"Oh, OK."

Tuttt tuttt tutttt.

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Now I realise that it's true, I have this disorder of saying sorry too much in inappropriate occasions. Why on earth did I have to say sorry to the one who made a wrong phone call asking for a person I don't even know, to the one who caused me to pause my MV on my laptop and to run to the door, checking if it's a miss call to indicate someone's been knocking while I'm not listening ==''

Sorry la, that's why I never love answering phone calls, especially on the house phone ==''

Non-fiction Fiction

[You'll get a weird title when you try to think of something creative.]

Max loves to collect things. After buying or getting something, he always end up buying more of the same stuff just because he simply loves seeing them arranged in a series. Take for example comics, stamps, trading cards, erasers, guitar picks...and...guitars.

However this time he thinks purchasing a new guitar is not just for fun, not just because he loves collecting items but rather because of a few factors which he have put into consideration. First, his very first guitar is too hard to play. It doesn't sound nice to be played in front of others. It's also his first true love and he won't be bringing it out of the house. It's too valuable to be taken miles away from home, despite the fact that it's cheaper than your grandpa's handphone.

His second love, the guitar that he really really loves (and probably his most valuable non-electronic item in the room) is too big. It's heavy too, so dreaming of it to become a travel guitar is not a wise thing to do. 

Max has been thinking of this for a long time. He needs one because he's shy of borrowing from others in college. He wants one to keep him entertained when time gets tough. He wants to sing praises and play guitar, simply because that's the only moment that he feels he's at least good in something (although the fact of being good is not quite true).  He knows that he isn't rich, and he wouldn't want disturb a single sen in his account for the guitar. To fast forward the story, let's just say that Max miraculously got enough money to buy a decent guitar. 

It's was impressive how Max managed to bargain for it, thanks to mum's voice which kept on ringing in his mind, reminding him of every moment in the past when he simply agreed to any price without showing any effort of bargaining. After building up some courage, he asked for free items. "Oh, of course, yes! You'll be given a free pick!", the salesperson said. Max grinned. Choosing for a nice, thin pick, a white one finally grabbed his attention. He wanted one more - remember he loves collecting things? So he tried his luck. "You'll give me only one free pick?, he asked. "Take one more!", shockingly, the lady gave him the answer he was waiting for.

He chose red this time, and his heart couldn't stop singing gleefully.."I have two new free picks..I have two new free picks!" He quickly inserted them into his wallet, in the same compartment like his identity card and Kad Rabbit. 

...so after that Max went loitering around the mall before stepping into the bookstore to search for something to be read during the holidays. He bought a novel, paid for it at the counter, and...the moment he opened his wallet, he did a huge mistake...which he didn't realise...

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"OHHH NOOOO WHERE'S MY WHITE GUITAR PICK???", Max exclaimed as he opened his wallet again that very same evening, hours after he left the bookstore. His brothers blamed him. "You should have kept them in the coin compartment, silly", they said. 

So it was is fault. Not to forget that over a year ago, he took a pick which he found in front of the school hall. Someone in the bookstore might have taken his lost pick too.

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Moral of the story: Have you ever lose your marbles? Well, it's nothing compared to losing a free, new guitar pick.

Based on a very true story. 

...of a person who is not named Max.

I Got My Laptop Back

...and it's as good as new.

Currently installing this and that, hunting for old Form 5 pictures which I stored in my sister's laptop, and feeling sleepy of waiting for these downloads and installations to finish. 

Hmm.

Your Questions (Finally Answered)

OK, rather than drifting away with the emo-ness I guess it's better for me to write about some thoughts like I used to do before. This is another critical thinking post - something you only get to see once or twice in a year.

I've been bombarded with a lot of questions which to me, requires a level of critical thinking and precaution. It's not that the questions were too hard to answer, but it's rather because I don't have the skills (or you can say wisdom) to talk seriously. Yes, I can be very professional in talking crab. And yes, I know you've just noticed a spelling mistake there. Thank you.

There are reasons why I avoid certain questions. Reason number one is I need a lot of time to think, because I know I always get things wrong. And normally I will notice about how wrong I was hours after I answer the question.

Here are some questions which I've avoided:

1. Don't you feel warm with that sweater on?

Yes I do, but not to the point that my sweat glands play their function and I have to take it off. Honestly I find comfort and warmth when I have it on, maybe due to the idea that the pockets actually hide my hands whenever I'm nervous and (weirdly) the sweater itself gives me some sort of confidence because it makes me feel cool. You may not know that it's also part of my attempt to look like a street kid. Not to forget that I'm trying to hide my ugly t-shirts too. As absurd as it may sound, yes, those are the reasons why I never take the sweater off even when I have my dinner/walk under the afternoon sun.

2. Are you excited of flying to (insert name of country here)?

Yes I am excited. I was once excited till I told someone that my two other friends and I are going to "end up together in (insert name of country here)". And he answered me back, saying "no, you may not end up in (that country). We know someone who didn't make it". After that incident, I tried to say things with full precaution, afraid that my over-excitedness might lead me towards giving inappropriate answers and statements. The truth is, if I was being myself that day, I would have said something else.

3. Why are you relaxing when everyone in the house is studying?

Because I'm studying when you guys are relaxing! XD To be honest I've been asking the same question to myself too. It's hard to tell whether you're effort is enough or not when you see other people's way of studying. I guess my first semester wasn't really about seeing myself struggle in academics but seeing myself struggle with my own feelings which most of the time make me feel angry of myself. "Am I doing my best?" is the question that I never seem to manage to answer. I know that I can absorb things pretty well when I enjoy doing it, and I believe everyone else does. Thus I don't like the term forcing oneself to study. I've went through the days when studying was very enjoyable and the mood to study came naturally to me. I'm not sure if it still applies to college life, but I believe that I have my own pace in certain things.

Geniuses. Hmm.

There you have it!
Your questions...finally answered.

I Hate This Feeling

Day 6.

Equals to day 5 of being alone till the evening. Yes, I have a laptop (which is not mine anyway), a TV, books and even my guitar with me, but nothing can replace a someone to talk to.

I used to enjoy being alone at home. Now not anymore. 

I Feel Like Saying Something

I'm sleepy but I refuse to sleep. I need to say something before I sleep tonight. At least something. The problem is, I have a lot of things to say, but I don't know where to start and what should I not say.

I've just realised that I talk too much to myself all these while.

And I've also realised that the perfect moment to blog about a sudden inspiration is on the moment itself. I have at least three different things to write (type?) out here, things that I've been thinking about before I left You-Know-Where. After some time I don't even know when is the perfect timing to say it out. Now is either too late, or too early considering that the new year is still quite far ahead.

So what am I talking about? Nothing.

Holidays So Far

1. It's weird when you even need time to adapt yourself to your own home.
2. It's weird when advertisements on TV seem to be more entertaining than the drama that your sister is watching.
3. It's weird when you finally get to hold a knife
4. ...and cook for yourself whenever you're hungry.
5. It's weird when you suddenly find yourself feeling bored without companion.
6. It's not so weird to find out that discipline can deteriorate in just a few days.
7. It's funny that Akasia actually does teach me to become selfish. Here I find it annoying funny that there is an endless pile of clothes waiting to be folded by someone who has been folding an average of ten t-shirts per week (rough estimation, I hate numbers).
8. It's cool to hear pigeons instead of crows in the morning. 
9. It's weird that I don't have any interest to read the newspaper anymore...
10. It's weird that I miss you.

Who is you? I don't know. You to me is a lot of people..those who have brought me through the tough moments this sem. Those who have shown to me how weak I am. Those who have just simply been there. This sounds so...

I sense emo-ness.

Should I stop here? 

Goodbye :(

This is not going to be an emo post.

Or probably it will be? I'm going to say goodbye to:

1. My pictures...(almost) ALL of my Sem 1 pictures. I SHOULD HAVE UPLOADED ALL OF 'EM ON FB.
2. My pictures...those awesome (and not so awesome) shots. ARGGHHH.
3. The MVs which I've downloaded from YouTube, most of them are not on YouTube anymore due to copyright issues.
4. My important documents. Yes, they are important.
5. My novel (or story?) which I've typed before starting my college life. I've already typed out ONE CHAPTER. Was hoping to continue it. Have to start again from scratch :/
6. My guitar covers. Lol I don't mind about that.
7. My Form 3-5 pictures. I hope I still have them in my pen drive :P
8. My movies lol. I don't mind..I don't mind..*breathes in*

OK OK..stop remembering about those things..I better forget them all...and smile, if possible GRIN because I'm going to get back my laptop like the first condition I got it. Empty. Hoho. Nothing could be done to save the data inside. They're going to replace the hard disk. Replace. Not even reformat. 

*starts to breathe in and thinks positively...*

At least everything is going to be free of charge. Still I cannot accept the fact that MY SEM 1 PICTURES ARE GONE. OH NOOOOOOOOOO.

Back to Blogging

First of all, I just wanna thank God for the amazing journey back home. Time passed by pretty quickly, it didn't feel like I had been waiting for so long to step my feet on the grounds of this island. Finished reading four Slam Dunk comics while waiting and spent the remaining time enjoying the wifi. Well, it was certainly a long road, twisting turning back home (quoting Silly Fools' song) :P

Kindness of Strangers

I don't know if I have any nerdy-innocent-looking look, but seeing how kind strangers can be is just so awesome. As I was struggling to put my two bags in the plane's luggage compartment (which was apparently full), a woman gave me an idea to fit them in between her bags. She spoke Mandarin to me and I acted as if I understood. Then it was amazing how her husband immediately stood up from his seat to help me do everything. I soon realised how short I am, and how terribly nervous I can be when I'm alone.

That was not the only help received in the plane. As we arrived, the same man and woman helped to pass my bag to me. And the man who sat next to me also helped me to put on my laptop bag.

Thinking back, I feel like a kid - it made me feel funny and filled with awe at the same time. People can be that kind.

Home (and some random stuffs)

• I discovered that there are some cosmetic thingies on my study table. My sister has been invading my territory!
• The fretboard of my guitar had fungi. 
• Apparently my stories were too long to be told in one night, I didn't know where to start and where to end.
• I can't sleep tonight! Feeling like doing everything as if the holiday is ending soon.
• Kitty still recognises me. She did that same old face when I made some funny faces to her.
• The air here feels so weird.
• It's so awesome to finally use a laptop like your own one lol. 

I'll be back to blogging during this 6.5 weeks period of time! Woohoo. It feels good to talk to myself and expressing it into something that I can see. Yeah I sound weird :P

Will be posting some stuffs which have been stuck in my mind since ( I don't know since when). The truth is, I can never blog freely in an open space like the college computer lab. It feels like eyes are looking at me while actually nobody is that nosey. Yeah I can be that perasan.

Overslept and Overspelt

It is proven that two hours of sleep is enough to severely affect your spelling skills.

In order to kill my guilt of wasting the whole morning (and afternoon, and evening ) of yesterday, I attempted something that I alwayssss do back in home. I decided not to sleep. The plan went perfectly smooth for a few hours until 3.45am. By 4am, everything in my Bio book looked like Cuneiform. So I decided to sleep..

and my plan to wake up at 6.30am failed. Replying to Kar Suan's message, I typed..

"Aiyoh, I overspelt".

Anyways, I still managed to drag myself to college with red eyes and finally completed my Daphnia report! Yay! Now I can start focusing on revising everything. Done with daphnia! :D

Oh wow, it's already November..