Cameron

Wondering how Gee is related to the title? Rather simple actually. I first got to know the song a few days before I went on a camping trip there. Perhaps it’s not related after all but listening to Gee somehow reminds me of the trip there during the first few days of June.

I can still remember how I would sing ‘gee gee gee gee’ and the others wil continue ‘baby baby baby’. We would sing it all day long if we could remember the lyrics.

It was fun. I loved that trip. Though unnecessary tears got in the way but the trip was worth it.

I remember how we were chatting on the bus on our ride back to IJ from Ringlet. Playing Concentration and ‘Tuki-Tuki’(I don’t know the real name of the game).

We played, laughed and sweated our way through the 3 days there. I enjoyed my time spent with all of you as I know these are precious memories money can’t buy. Not in an eternity would I have chosen to skip that trip. I do miss those days dearly. Days which I will never get back no matter how much I wanted it.

In the middle of the night, all of us, the seniors of the group, had a discussion which lasted until around 3am. A heated discussion about the group’s well being. Arrows were shot, members were bombarded with all sorts of accuses and claims. Members were left speechless as a big part of the ‘arrow’s were targeted at them. I didn’t particularly feel bad for shooting so many ‘arrows’, it somehow was very burden leaving in a way. I hope you understand what I’m trying to say. I’m not quite good at expressing myself with words.

During those 3 days, we walked and walked and walked all around town. Walking towards a field which we spent most of our time there. Counting 1, 2, 3, 4 and so on. Like kindergarteners beginning to learn how to count. Holding onto pieces of papers which were somehow like treasure maps to us, leading us the way to our next destination marked. Each of us had a different destination. If we all worked together, the treasure could be found quickly. Lucky for us, it took us exactly 3 days to complete it.

Time like these are what I missed most about you guys. Now, I’m sure you guys are doing a pretty good job as our successors.

Miss Procrastinator Has Lost It

It’s official! I seriously need to get rid of that title. If anyone is wondering who gave me that title, it’s none other than Diong Wern Jyn, one of my best buddies since primary1.

Mid terms are in less than a week. My maths lecturer just told us yesterday that our mid term would be next Monday. It shocked us. Principles of Economics will be on next Wednesday. That’s all so far, the rest aren’t announced yet.
Assignments, assignments and assignments.

They started pouring in since 2 weeks ago. I started on a bit. Actually, I can it pretty proudly that I’ve completed my part for Accounts assignment! Hooray!

However, things always seems to get out of hand every time I turn on the laptop, one of my 2 loves so far. *lol* What’s the other? Sleeping of course! I’ve noticed that I’m sleep deprive these days. As a certain someone would say, ‘once I sleep, 12 hours is minimum’. But of course, I can make do with less than that. I can only sleep for 12 hours from Sunday night to Monday morning for my classes on Monday starts at 11am. Pretty neat isn’t it?

Curious of who that certain someone is?

Miss Procrastinator Is Still Procrastinating

As the title says, I’m still procrastinating like in secondary school. This is very bad. My mid terms are just around the corner and I am yet to start revising on anything. Ok, maybe I’ve started a bit on Economics but I’m pretty blur in that subject. Accounts should be no problem but occasional mistakes might appear like in the old days. CT I have no comment. English, as boring as ever. I suddenly miss English class during secondary school. At least the teachers make the class more interesting. General Maths should be alright, I mean, it seems easy enough during the test but mid terms might be a whole different story.

This is my first solid weekend here in Kampar. As in, this is my first time spending an entire weekend here and not going home. I have to say I find it very relaxing in a way. I can use the time to recharge my batteries for the coming week. At home, I don’t really get to do this. I can say that me spending the weekend here helps me to recharge better than at home. Mainly because once I’m in Sitiawan, the temptation for me to go out with friends is quite irresistible. I definitely have to go out and ‘lepak’ with them. Here, I wake up at around 10am and just laze around until sometime after noon. Then grab a bit to eat and start work. I spent the entire Saturday yesterday onlining and catching up on my dramas and on-going fictional stories. So today after posting this, I’m going to start on my Accounts assignment.

The housing area is still pretty much a ghost town. Perhaps by dinner everyone would be back. It’s kinda creepy living in a ghost town.

Random & Hungry

These pass 2 days was hell in terms of looking for food. The whole campus, not even one cafeteria is open! This is really unfair! If the cafeteria people can take the whole week off, why can’t we Foundation students get the whole week off too??? The entire campus has only a few students in it for the pass 2 days, only us Foundation students. UTAR feels like a ghost town. Even the housing area I’m staying at feels like a ghost town. Nobody’s back yet. I think even some of the lecturers got the week off and we have to stay back here and ‘study’. As if.


Those pictures were pure random-ness (is there such a word?) the Maggi was my lunch. I brought it to campus from my house. Convenient isn’t it?

What Is It?

Some might be wondering what ‘epic failure’ means on my msn and facebook. Curious to find out? I’m not telling though. Only one person knows about it so far and I don’t think that that person understood it as well. I’m quite complex when it comes to things like this. I usually don’t tell people how I feel, unless I was really tensed, stressed and at the brink of breaking down, then only I’ll tell(based on the incident on 2nd June 2009). Again, not many know of that incident. Only a few do.

Maybe I should open up more towards people. Or should I? hmm, tough question to answer. Not all my friends know of what I like and dislike. Some might only know the basic ones like what’s my favourite colour, favourite food and things like that. The rest, I’m not sure if anyone knows. I rarely talk about them.

All in all, epic failure refers to something which took place in the not-so-distant past. I’m sure for those who figured out what it was, you’d agree with me.

I Went To The Beach! or did i?? hmm..

beautiful scenery ain't it? those two are my buddies from class. we're in the same tutorial group and same lecture classes. you can say that i'm pretty close to them here.
do u think we went to the beach?
it felt as though we did, doesn't it?

The World Through My Eyes i.e. My World

Yes, as the title says, I will tell you guys a bit about how things work in my world. I know some of you might be thinking ‘who does she think she is?’ ‘she think herself is very important is it?’
No this isn’t about that, I’m bored now, hungry, teeth hurts from braces. It’s raining, well, about to rain. Moving on…

1. Don’t come into my room unless permission is granted. I am quite fussy about visitors into my room. It depends who you are in my heart. If you are quite highly ranked, I’ll let you in without any hesitation. Curious? My face can tell my feeling easily; as experienced during EST presentation last year.

2. I can say that I am willing to do anything for you, as long as you don’t make me sakit hati. I can say that I’ve been through a lot in helping people through out the years in school. Most of the time, people often ask me ‘why are you being so nice?’ ‘why are you always so willing to help them?’. Questions like that often leave me dumbfounded. I don’t know what to answer them. Maybe it’s my nature to help you guys. But, one thing I learned is that, I need to start saying NO to favours. I’m sure most of you already noticed that somewhere last year.

3. Don’t touch my stuff without permission. This is almost the same case as my room. I know, I have the habit of going through other people’s stuff and I’m very sorry. I really am!!!

4. Don’t be a leech. In another word, don’t keep asking for favours all the time. Once in a while its ok. No such thing as, ‘can I borrow your new book to Photostat?’ or ‘can you borrow me your notes from now on to Photostat?’ no such thing! To me, this is call ‘pacat’.

I sound like a self-centered jerk, don’t I ? I’m posting this just to ease my boredom and to help myself understand me more. Because, I feel that I don’t really understand myself. Why do I behave the way I do? Why is it that I can blush at the simplest questions? I really hate that. Which brings me to my next pantang.
Don’t take advantage of me when I’m blushing!!!!! I HATE that a lot! I cannot control it. Heck, I don’t even know when I’m blushing. so just quit doing what you guys like to do when I blush! I HATE IT!!!! The only way so far that I’ve found to stop you guys from continuing is to ….*should I say it?*

General Maths

It was General Maths,
I sat at the corner seat of the row.
Beside a girl,
Who is bigger than I am.
Yes, I’m being mean.
The seat was shakier than the ones in mid row.
Whenever she moved,
Even a slight movement,
Like moving her legs,
Leaning on the seat,
Would make the chair shake pretty badly.
I had a big headache.
I get car sick easily
And I guess I get ‘chair’ sick easily too.
It was hell of a 2-hour lecture.