Aite, clearly i need some entertainment. Astro is down.

‘Baby are you down, down down down down’ - yes she is, and the technician is coming in 34 hours. Not 24 or 48, but THIRTY-FOUR HOURS! The Astro staff can be really precise with their timing.

I met Dnj in Rawang yesterday. And i can be really racist at times. No joke.

I cannot survive in Rawang. Why go so far, i can barely even survive in Selayang.

I’m a Cheras guy now =)

 HAHAHAHA! No, thank you.

It is proven that i constantly abandon this blog and i have to start blogging more often.

Anyway, it has been 2 weeks of college. College is OKAY la. For me, it isn’t fun, yet. Because waking up at 5am every morning isn’t something fun to do.

I kind of proposed the idea to my parents, of me staying somewhere nearby the campus. It all depends on the cost and let me tell you something, it is NOT cheap, especially for the A-Levels students. We are charged way more than the general intake and even the med-students for both the on and off-campus accommodation. Faculty-ism. ;P

So, it’s a Sunday.

It’s a Sunday.

It’s a Sunday.

And i’m blogging on a Sunday.

I am that bored till i have nothing better to do, than blog, ON A SUNDAY.

Get me point? I live a pathetic life.

Or is it “Club viche kudi nachdi, disco viche shava shava kardi“?

I’m not sure. It’s very hard to figure out the lyrics from a song, typically a Punjabi song for my Punjabi is obviously very good.

I have to start wearing a t-shirt with THIS printed on it whenever i go to temple.

Bruahh.

Honestly, i don’t blame my parents for my inability to speak proper Punjabi. I mean, after all, they did send me to my maternal grandma to learn Punjabi. And when that failed cos i got distracted by the food in the kitchen, they sent me to a formal learning institute, Punjabi school.

Eventhough i constantly advanced in my classes yearly, i never spoke Punjabi out of the class. In the class it was okay, because we had proper reading materials. I would even talk to the teacher in Punjlish (Punjabi-English). Punjlish would be my best attempt to speak in Punjabi.

I rarely talk to my paternal grandma, cos she only talks in Punjabi. People these days, don’t they know that the most conversed language is English? I always avoid her, or either i have to make sure i’m with someone who can speak Punjabi, so that that SOMEONE can be the medium of translation between my grandma and i. Speaking of being a good grandson.

I use basic Punjabi words when some random person in temple approaches me and start speaking in the language that i am best at. For example : Sat sri akal, ha, nei, hayga, & OKAY. Hahahahahaha! A shameless creature, my dad would call me.

Punjabi is NOT an easy language. The words are solely based on one’s gender. Mera (Mine, for males) ; Meri (Mine, for females) ; Mere (Mine, in general). So, it’s pretty funny when a guy says meri instead of mera. That’s one of the reasons why i don’t speak Punjabi. Gender-based words are confusing.

Reason number 2 : Bad, bad, BAD grammar. My Punjabi grammar is so bad it’s like hearing a Japanese talking in French for the first time. Rephrase : My Punjabi grammar is so bad it’s like hearing me talking in Malay.

People often get confused with Hindi and Punjabi words. People, including me. Third reason : Blame the Hindi movies. I was raised in a melodramatic family that has been influenced by Hindi movies for the past few decades. So, growing up, i tend to learn more Hindi words than Punjabi. And Punjabi’s do NOT speak Hindi. It’s like an insult.

(Currently addicted to Paint.NET, so please do not mind the over-usage of edited pictures)

Even if it isn’t an insult, it would sound really funny. Like when we went to India in 2008, and my dad spoke to the auto-driver in Hindi. I couldn’t help but to laugh like nuts.

In a nutshell LAH, i’m not overly depressed that i couldn’t/can’t/will never speak Punjabi. I’m happy with what i can talk in – English, broken Malay, and Chinese & Tamil vulgar words.

It was exhausting, but interesting. The speeches in ENGLISH (unlike those in high school), the performances by students who could ACTUALLY play the guitar and sing, the lousy ice-breaking games, the my-group-cheated-but-still-lost charades, the campus tour that was interesting (“If you need to smoke, go to the toilet on the first floor” – Facilitator) and the waking up at 5am that wasn’t fun. All in all, it was okay LAH.

I registered as a member for Student Council, Social Science and Liberal Arts Association and Dodgeball. Hopefully, things would get even more interesting.

2009 has been a great year. It would have been an “okay” year without Dn. What started off with her checking my butt out during the drama competition, led to 3 months and 13 days by the end of 2009. She has been there for me all the time. I’m sorry if i haven’t done the same. I’m sorry if you felt like i ditched you during SPM, or when i ter-slept on certain nights while texting you. I’m sorry that i couldn’t make it yesterday. And i’m sorry that you have to live with my OCD-ness.

Oh.

And a happy 2010 to all of you.

So, what to do when you’re bored?

1. Pretend to be busy.

Mum : Sonel, can you please clean the fans?

Sonel : AH? WHAT? Later la. I’m busy now. Remind me tomorrow. Or when i’m not busy.

It works. Trust me.

2. Count stuff.

For example, count the number of tissues in your dustbin. Or the number of files you have in your cupboard. You’ll be surprised.

3. Figure out the lyrics to a song, without actually google-ing them up.

My interpretation of Ciara’s line in Takin’ Back My Love : What can i do? I cannot fuck you.

Actual lyric : What did i do, but give love to you?

Intriguing, no?

4. Invent new drinks.

I.e. : Coke-plus and Kick-up.

5. Youtube interesting words and watch the videos.

I.e. : Crazy, bored, homosapiens, suicide, OCD, celibacy, and the list goes on.

6. Sleep.

You know all the time when you were busy and you kept on saying “I wish i had more time to rest/to sleep”. Well, here you have it. Your golden opportunity to redeem the sleep that you sacrificed when you were occupied with work.

PERGI TIDUR.

I’ll be your sunshine, you can be mine ;

You’ll be my wind chime, I’ve got the rhyme.

Time : 5.30pm – 10.30pm.

Venue : Kepong.

Hasnul & Alicia.

Mei Han & Yen Lin.

 Anis & An Hao.

Then, reality strikes.
Your left eye starts to itch. Fuck. Another stupid eyelash. Only this time, you can’t seem to find it. You know its in your eye, but it’s just not showing.
Shit happens.

You walk up to the mirror. The thumb beneath the left eye with the index finger above, and stretch your eyelid wide open. Not wide enough because apparently, you noticed that the eyelash is most definitely hidden and its impossible for you to dig it out of your eye. Plus, you’ll probably end up having a pair of colourful eyes. White, and red.

You get frustrated. Maybe watching something on the tv would calm you down. And who would have guess, your sibling is there too and he’s hugging the damn remote. You let out a sigh, not as if that would help you get the remote, or get the eyelash out.

This time, you let out a ‘Fuck’ and walk back to the room. Oh well, maybe if you take a nap, the eyelash would miraculously disappear.
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.
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2 hours after literally taking a nap, you wake up to the sound of the tv. This time, it’s the mother. So, life goes on as usual, until you realise something happened before you took the ‘nap’.

The eyelash. Your eye is no longer annoying you.
Birds start to sing and heaven starts showering gold upon you.

Hormones start raging in you and you HAVE to share your triumph with the whole world, via Facebook of course.
A minute after that, your eye obviously starts to itch again. It was apparent to you that the nap didn’t work.

You grab a packet of Mister Potato, lay on the sofa and watch tv.
Life has to go on.

ps : 12 days, 9 papers and 3 subjects to go.

That’s Djj, on top of Dnj.

No, i did not place them like that. Though my intention was such, but Djj must have read my mind.

I used to place them inside here, but then Dnj went missing and Djj was constantly trying to escape.

Their new home. And it stinks.

I should really get back to my books.

Hasnul : Euphrates and…

5 minutes later.

Hasnul : Indus!

10 minutes later.

Hasnul : No wait, its Ganges right?

When he no longer thinks about the 3 wives…

Hasnul : WTF. It’s Tigris.

I have not been well for the past few days. Dad thinks that i’ve been studying too much. Funny.

Now all he wants me to do is watch tv and relax cos apparently, everything should be at my fingertips. That makes me feel even worse because the only thing that is at my fingertips is the keys on the keyboard. For instance, right now.

I’ll be skipping school again tomorrow. MCR might not be around and English will just make me feel even more depressed. So, i’ll be going college hunting tomorrow. =D

Namely, UCSI and… some other colleges that i have never heard of before.

ps :  Dn must be studying Add Maths now. I feel bad. I should go study as well. But then again, she’ll poke me in the eye with a pencil and staple my mouth. And she DRINKEN milk yesterday *inside joke*

This reminds me when i was reading Anis’s blog and she commented on how frustrating it is when you’re not a part of an ‘inside joke’. =D