Sore Body... Sore Mind....

As most people know I had leadership training camp last weekend. The ONLY difference between this camp and boot camp is that we actually stayed in a nice hotel-ish room. Other than that, I feel like an army brat. On the journey there, I had pictured in my mind that was holding a piece of paper in the middle of a jungle, writing down different kinds of plants, insects, whatever. BOY WAS I WRONG. The moment we got there, which was early in the evening, the schedule was already prepared and started for us. Around 9 p.m-ish we were told that each one of us will be left in the jungle all ALONE. ALONE. IN THE FUCKING JUNGLE. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. R U FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

Anyways, the funny part was that the trainers specifically told us NOT TO WANDER AROUND. Well, fuck me, how the hell am I suppose to SIT STILL in the middle of a PITCH DARK jungle. I can't even sit still in my classes. So, I started to wander... Haha.. I did found a friend and like stuck to him until somebody get us which was like an hour after that. Bitch.

Yeah, and my roommate DITCHED me. I don't know her anyways, so I don't care. My lovely homeboys kept me company :)

There were much more activities which I'm too lazy to elaborate on like the high and low rope training. Iman's sweatpants was so muddy, I think I'm just going to buy a new one for her. Hehe... And congratulations to Hamid's team for selling an imaginary yak for $1mil.

It sucked to go back home coz then we back to face back reality... Back to assignments, research reports and presentations which all due this week. Sigh... I wanna go back...

Dreaming of....

Event-full Weekend, Huh?

I don't know whether to have a mental breakdown or laugh hysterically; this weekend was really something out of the ordinary.

It all started off on Friday, saying goodbye to a few friends going to this leadership camp thingy. I mean, GOOD LUCK WITH THAT. But I guess I have to bear with it the next time. Which, by the way, I was thinking of going for it this weekend instead. Theres this girl who was carrying a huge ass Burberry luggage. I mean, you can be stuck in the middle of nowhere, with complete isolation, BUT DON'T FORGET YOUR BURBERRY GIRLFRIEND~! LOL. Sorry, that was mean.

And then on Saturday, the whole drama begin... I mean, yeah, I'm so used to it, but this time he crossed the line and he just BROKE my walls of sanity. Welcome to my hell. What is it about THIS TIME? Well, it was about me, having friends. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, you heard it right. Supposedly, according to him, I "dont spend enough time with him", "it's all about my friends". Well, fuck you. I TRIED to make time and see you every fucking day. Even for five minutes, I FUCKING TRIED YOU ARROGANT FOOL! When I'm there you treat me like shit, when I'm not, you pushed me to the max! And the part that just does IT, were all the "shut up", "go to hell" and "fuck off". OMFG, that pulled the trigger. Got nothing else to say, little dude? I told him man, the third time is the final round. I am just OVER THE WHOLE DAMN THING. I'm not your dog!

ANYWAYS, ON THE BRIGHTER NOTE. I was dragged to watch the Golf Malaysian Open thingy at Permai. Well, not really a brighter note, isn't it? But it was fun (beside the fact that I GOT SCREWED BY A CERTAIN SOMEONE FOR SPENDING TIME WITH MY FAMILY). Let me tell you this; I will never learn to appreciate the damn game. I'm sorry, I just can't. I don't have the patience, I just can't stand the heat, the anticipation and the whoe shibang. Don't care how many pros were in the field, I was not impressed. I was ANNOYED. One ball, EIGHTEEN HOLES! EIGHTEEN!! And a course as big as Singapore! Hell. No. It was raining so hard, they had to stop the game and proceed one its over. Me and my brother were walking around like a bunch of hooligans, doing everything else BUT watch the game. Towards the end when we were bored and exhausted, we have no choice but to sit down and watch the end of the game. All and all, it was an okay day. Better than having to put up with some shit thats not even worth it.

In her,

Naddy

End of Sem Can Kiss My Ass

It's fucked up that we're treated like a bunch of kids at college. I mean, giving out absentees letters to parents every month, where the fuck are we?! In high school?? I mean, even my own high school don't do shit like that. And we pay even less shitload of $$ for that too. Milking for $$ for students to come back and study the same shit, are we? Ya'll need to take a chill pill or two. My parents are very technical. They dont give a shit how many classes I've missed, but they'll throw a fit at the fact that THERES A FUCKING LETTER SENT TO THE HOUSE FROM COLLEGE. That's the big issue. Barring letters are fine, but absentees letters are just fucked up. If they're trying to prove a point, I don't see it. I see the same shit everyday. Seeing the same people missing from class everyday. NOT. COOL.

To top it all off, it's almost the end of the sem, which means all the workload I've creatively procrastinate throughout the sem are due somewhen this week and next week. And I'm talking about assignments, research papers and presentations. So far two research papers down, and a shitload more to go. I'm seriously bucking up for a longass week and I'm on maximum absentees for most classes. REMIND ME WHY I LIVE, AGAIN?!

It'll be MUCH APRRECIATED, if the people (more like a person) I love wont give me such a hard time and create uneccessary drama for the whole week.. Like I don't have enought shit going on. Chasing around a sulking person will seriously break the wall of my sanity.

In her,

Naddy