College policy, my ass

Dude, I fucking hate the parking attendants in my fucking college. Fucking piece of shit assholes.


I am so sick and tired of getting oggled at when I walk towards my car. I am sick and tired of getting hit on whenever I pay for the tickets. I hate that disgusting leering stare and bitch, I know the fact you asked me for my "Full name and student ID" isn't college policy. What kind of bullshit is that? "I need your Full name and ID or you cannot leave this parking lot". What in the fucking blue hell is that? Huh?!!! You fucking piece of shit. I asked around and apparently this new college policy only applies to me. You think I'm stupid? Good thing I just glared at you until you got scared enough to lift up the barrier so that I could leave.


I hate to sound like a spoilt, condescending bitch but excuse me, I'm the one pursuing tertiary education here, not sitting in a fucking parking booth coming up with some bullshit plan to get names off students. And given the circumstance, I highly doubt that I'm the stupid one. On Monday, I am gonna take a fucking pic of you on my mobile phone and than march down to the college admin.


I'm fucking taking you down for sexual harassment you piece of shit son of a whore.

Yeah............mega bitch

I own no crystal globe that would enable me to look into the future. I have no bones taken from slain animals that could help me predict the future. I ain't no scientist that could build a time machine so that I could travel into the future. But I can tell you this right now:

This semester is going to be a mega bitch.





No, seriously.



It's the first week and as per usual the first week is always kinda mellow. It's just introduction classes as students are still thinking whether or not to take it or drop it. Crucial questions need to be answered within the span of this one week.

"Should I continue with this class?"

"Will this class help prepare me in my future endeavours?"

"Will the 12pm class disrupts my afternoon nap?"

"Is the lecturer hot?"

"Does he have a tight ass?"

"Is there a possibility of being able to cheat during the finals?"

"Do I really wanna study this piece of crap?"

"Can I nap/send notes/play PSP/read a book/surf the net on my laptop without the lecturer catching me in this class?"

Questions that need answering, and none is more important than the other. These questions usually could be answered within the first 15 mins of introductory class and then you're dismissed. Awesome. Then of course after being dismissed, this would be followed by a 4 hour long session of bullshitting at the coffee house.





Usually.

Not this semester though. I seem to actually have lecturers that actually....enjoys lecturing and teaching this sem. So fucking excited to teach that for the first introductory class, he kept us half an hour after it ends, making it 2 hours and half and managed to finish off the whole fucking first chapter in the span of one class. Dude. Also did I mentioned that we were to have 5 quizzes in class, to be given without notice? Also a group assignment that carries 50% of the overall mark and 4000 word "individual research paper" by the end of the sem? Yeah.........and that's just one class. Don't get me started on the rest. Just sitting in class, listening to the course outline and the "my expectation of my students should you wish to continues in my class" speech made me so stress out that I want to hurl midgets off 21 storey buildings.

And oh yeah, this is just the second day of the new term. Yeah.....told you it's going to be a mega bitch. So saying that, I think there will be less posting now seeing that from now on I need to catch up on a whole lot of reading and researching and all that shit in between if I want to maintain my respectable CGPA. And I do.

Now I bid you farewell as I need to go download the lecturer's notes seeing that the first quiz is this coming Thursday. That's right, the 4th day of college and I already have a quiz.

Awesome. Just fucking awesome.

Meh

First day of the new semester starts tomorrow.

But yet I have been gone out all day.

I went to a wedding. Met with highschool friends. Talked for like 5 hours.

Then I went to a party and I dance, and flirted and do unseemly stuff that I would not state on my blog (lest it comes and haunt me and the proceed to kick me in the ass).

It's 1 in the morning.

First class at 8 am.

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This does not bode well.

I iz stalking jooooooooo

So I'm kinda been.....stalking a guy. Okay. Shit. That comes out wrong. Let me rephrase. I am stalking a guy's blog. A hot guy's blog. Smokin hot. I kinda been doing it since like...uuhh......last year. But before this post enter a brand new realm of fucked up creepiness, let me explain.

He is a firefighter.

Ahhhhh, it makes sense now, doesn't it? He is a smokin hot firefighter. Now how I stumbled upon his blog is pretty much a typical story of the blogsphere. I was bloghopping, reading comments when I noticed one of the display pictures were of a firefighter's hat. Now my fetish respect for the firefighter's hat is well documented on this blog, as long time readers would know. Dude, all you have to do is put a firefighter's hat on your display pic and I will Google your name up and then try to Google Earth your house. Basically stalk the crap out of you. It is as simple as that.

So don't tempt me.






The thing about his blog is...it's kinda....well blah. Dude can't write for shit. Actually I think he's a himbo. But what he lacks in writing he make do in pictures. His pictures. And his friends. In uniform............................OhmyGod, it is so hot that I cannot even think straight. It's like p0rn, but much better. Cause there's no naked chicks that are hotter than me but just firefighters in uniforms. Sometimes he put up pictures of him and his friends, in full uniform on the firetruck. When he does that, I usually just shut off the PC and then proceed to take a looooong, cold, icy shower.




See, I told you this post is going to be creepy as hell.






But lately he haven't been updating. This is common because sometimes he gets busy rescuing kitties out of tress that he doesn't blog. But then when I went to check out his blog the last time it was missing!! Motherfucker. Really it was. Just gone. Poof! Like no goodbyes. No "I'll be moving to Wordpress cause Blogspot sucks donkey balls". Nothing. Just gone.





This is pissing me off. First of all, yes I have been stalking him without him knowing but I am long time reader, bitch. I deserve to know if he is going to terminate his blog. At least that way I can line up another firefighter to stalk. Of course, I wont expect him to write "Dear crazy stalker chick from Malaysia, I know you're stalking my tight ass. Because of that I feel morally violated and will no longer put up pictures of my tight ass on firetrucks so that you can have you long, cold, icy showers afterwards. And I'm taking my hat with me. xoxo Super-hot-firefighter-with-tight-ass." Of course I am not expecting that but a nice little farewell note would be much appreciated.


Fucker.


So now it has been 3 weeks since his blog disappeared from the wonderful world of blogshphere. I have come to terms with it. I have mourn the loss of seeing his firefighter hotness on a weekly basis. I am ready to move on therefore I am scouring the net for other blogs belonging to hot firefighters. You guys know any? I need my fix.

No, seriously.

08.08.08

Hey I have a question for you. Where were you on the 8th of 8th of 2008? You know a date that would only come in another century? Wait...oh you were at home? Watching the Opening Ceremony of the Beijing Olympics? Oh you had dinner with the family too? Fed your pet fish? Also you got your hair done?.....Oh that's nice. Just swell.


Me? No, I did not managed to catch the Opening Ceremony. I heard it was nice. I'll just catch the repeat....or watch it on youTube.

Wait....why didn't I catch the Opening Ceremony....oh that's just because I was chilling out in a hammock. Under the coconut trees. Letting the sea breeze caress me from my hair to the tips of my toes like a lover that have been gone for too long. Clown fishes ate from my fingers as I fed them bread underwater. I played beach volleyball with a bunch of young virile men. I sunbathed next to hot French divers and lusted after their rock hard abs. I walked miles into the sea during low tide, when the water was so shallow that it only reaches my ankle. I made sandcastles and waited for divers to to come back to shore and tell me bout the adventures they had 20feet below the sea. I had BBQ on the beach under the moonlight. I wrote my name in the sand just to watch it washed away by the tides.

Did I mentioned that I was in Redang for 4 days and 3 nights? Well I did. And it was lovely, just lovely.