The Music of the Night...

Hence comes again my imagination of the nightlife in KL... The soothing tin whistle and relaxing guitar of 一千年以前 takes me back to where I used to be with the CB-Sakais... If I had passed Biostatistics, I wonder how my life would be now. Through out this week, many things happened. Mostly unwanted...

Firstly, I got a call from my mother last week, saying that my grandfather nearly got killed by a bomb in Thailand. He was gambling mahjong as usual and thank God when he left, he forgot to take his mobile phone. Then the owner of the house where he played mahjong called him back, he turned back into the house, then came a KABOOM! His forgetfulness saved him that day. I was so shocked to hear the news. According to my grandparents, seven places were bombed at the same day but different time and mostly were banks.

Secondly, my ex-tuition teacher, Mr. Ooi was hospitalised. For what reason I do not know. I read it in my mother's email and I guessed it should be his Parkinsonism and low back pain that caused him to be admitted. I couldn't get back though as there were classes to attend.

Thirdly, my third attempt to switch room upstairs failed again! There was a strange student and he moved in on the day I wanted to illegally move in. Well, maybe I shouldn't illegally move in but it is really heart-breaking that I could not move up staying with people I'm comfortable with. Now, the black witch sandra bullock wants to reshuffle our rooms. Come on, you are the one who assigned rooms to us and when I requested for a change of room, you decline my request, and now you want to charge me for more and force me to shift if I refuse to pay yeah?! Black Witch!

Fourthly, one of my classmate, Jasmin Sofia, fell on the stairs and fractured her pelvic bone. She could hardly move and it was painful. The stewpid AIMST doctor asked her stewpid questions asking whether it is painful and whether she cried. Eh, the patient had already said it was painful and it is needless for you to know whether she cried or not! Treat her instead of asking her stewpid questions!

Fifthly, Zen Chia had finished her exams and she'd left for Penang... sob! sob!... I'm left here all alone in this cold world of... WAIT! not cold... hmm... burning hot cruel like hell world of AIMST... How sad am I to see some Indian students of C4A writing something not that nice... I am totally disappointed with them! This they wrote on the whiteboard of a lecture room: "AIMST is not for Chinese!" I am more than shocked to see them write this. How boiled I was at that time that I was tempted to step right up against them. However, they were too many and I am not strong enough... I was overpowered that time. Never before have I encountered such things in a college. Evem UCSI was not like this. I was there in Sedaya for one year and I have not seen such things happening. There were no discriminations... of course conflicts do exist but not such discriminations.

Sixthly, I am trying my best to save money to get something I really really like now and I'm trying not to spend even a cent so that I could get my hands on that thing by November this year. However, things don't go smoothly as usual. Thanks for my kindheartedness and careleseness, I bought the wrong file for Caleb. He told me he wanted the file like King Ming's but I heard that he wanted the file like that of Khim Yik's. So, I have to 'makan' the file myself... not only this, there are many other incidents that make me couldn't save...

At least there is one happy thing: Khim Yik's birthday. We bought him a Secret Recipe Oreo Cheese Cake and a birthday card. Hope he liked them. My friends had quite a great time playing and celebrating, good for them. They spashed him with water and pushed his face onto the cake. Kai Liang and I were just going to scare him by applying slight pressure onto his head when he lifted the candle using his mouth but King Ming pushed his head into the cake - OH! gone! Secret Recipy cake!!! Gone with the Wind!... I tried to have a good time too but it was very tiring. My body aches until now. That was why I yelled during lunchtime at Aman Jaya and everyone look at me. I was eating and my shoulders were already in pain and Phiaw Chong squeezed my shoulders. I shouted in pain quite loud and he stopped for a while. Then suddenly, he continued to squeeze and I felt it became more painful. I couldn't endure anymore and I yelled. There was a sudden silence and everyone was like looking towards me.

I am tired... very tired of my life here... Now I'm threading through Uncertain Paths... Meeting people I do not wish to meet... Encountering things I don't like...