Two days before CLP

I am feeling hungry. Its two days to the darn exam, but I just can't sit my butt down and study. Its almost like I have given up hope. I don't see myself after exams. Its almost as if I really fell down the LRT steps and died *this is how I picture myself leaving for good*

I can only remember procedure. My cases suck. I hate chinese names. I hate all those parents out there who
a. give their kids chinese names and
b. contribute to criminal statistics
c. become vexatious litigants and pass on the litigacious genes

I might as well go and force myself now.

On the bright side, it'd be my last Friday as a student. After today, I'd be a grape planter, then on to being a sampah masyarakat.

Sigh...............

Trip to Singapore

Thanks to one Foto_Knight, I have discovered how to get out of Senai Airport and straight on to Singapore.

Here's what I will do:-

1. Arrive at Senai at 9am.
2. Go to the counter selling bus tickets to Kota Raya. Price: RM8 *to think I left horrible KL Kota Raya to come to another Kota Raya! Ugh*
3. Arrive at Kota Raya and look around for bus no. 160, 170, 950 or the Causeway Link *I wonder if the crooked bridge had been built, thr may hv been a crooked bus with crooks for drivers. But then again, aren't most bus drivers crooks?! Gasp.. wat a sweeping stmt!*
4. Ahh... Singapore here I kambing!

If I meet with an accident on the way, I will be awarded a conventional sum of RM3000-RM5000 for lacerations and swelling, per Lee Ann v. Mohd Shaari. If you're reading this, pls pray for journeying mercies. Don't just sit on ur fat ass and read.

Book of Esther

They cancelled Tort yet again. 30 minutes before class was scheduled to begin. College is going down the drain. So unprofessional.. and yeah.. fat hopes of hitting their sales target now! I guess they gotta go even more interior to con the poor souls there.

To let off some steam, yours truly headed to Times Square to watch a movie. A movie. But no, they offered trash. Instead of the movie schedule, they shud have just displayed a tong minus the cover and allocated seats to watch the trash decay and maggots hatch. Truly disappointing.

So I headed to Borders! Aiyo... HEAVEN! Any bookstore is heaven.. ooh.. except the ones along Petaling Street. I waddled in (yes, still VERY fat, carrying excess calories coz very stressed and indulging in comfort eating) and picked up this book.. it was a book written by a Cambodian lady who'd been forced into prostitution at age 9 and faced plenty discrimination coz she was dark. I only got thru a few pages and then this gila man walks up to me and starts waving his arms and swaying as if he's in a trance ala Thaipusam. I wanted to direct him to a barber, lest he could get a shave albeit with cost, but then decided against this brill idea after seeing a poster of Sweeney Todd at the cinema not a long while ago.

Then I sauntered over to the magazine section and looked around for some PC magazines.. kononla wanna contribute as a freelance writer. But generating no bright sparks at the time, I decided to head to the Social Sciences and Inspiration section. Social Sciences had books bout the Holy Grail... and a few classics bearing title 'Arabian Nights'. Why is it in Social Sciences? I didn't care to trouble the personnel at Borders with such trivial questions. OK.. on to Inspiration.

Inspiration.. plenty romance books written by Christian authors. How they yearn.. yes the word is YEARN to be in a relationship and how hard it is to sieve thru ALL the people who come their way and pick the christian. Oh gosh... there must be a reason why Mills and Boons isn't produced by Christian authors. Trying to be creative and attempting to produce a version of Mills & Boons' Holy Bible is SO out.

Then I picked up this book: Book of Jane. It was set to the storyline of Job in the Bible. Everything taken away, but yet neva a word escaped his mouth in the form of a curse. I got to about 1/4th, when a friend started sharing bout her breakup. Then this church member from the local brethren church ( from which I acquired the finer points of rebelling against the whole concept of veiling) sat across us and started reading his book intently. When I said hi, he appeared to look like he faintly remembered me.. (yeah he was old bout 40.. maybe had glaucoma/cataract) then proceeded to blow his cover when he asked me whether I had completed my studies in Sarawak! Muahahaha... oh boy... foot in mouth.. *ooof ooof ooof*

The clock struck 5pm and I headed home on a crowded monorail. This was the end of a potong steam Monday, 11th February 2008. Never to be repeated again. History. Bleh...