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MBLAQ feat. C-Luv - If You Come Into My Heart

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a very very beautiful remake...
sad song + rnb = just my cup of tea...

one thing

today, someone claimed i looked good after a long time of not seeing me...

a blatant lie, i know, but let's take it at it's face value, shall we?

it's all about the money!

ways to make money this year:

1. sell some unimportant organs like my liver or one of my kidneys or ovaries, or part of my brain (does anyone want my convoluted brain?)
2. sell my body (is anyone interested in 478-ton overweight beached whale?anyone?)
3. live on street, like some students in paris, from what i'd gleaned from evie today (more like a way to save money, ah but what is the difference anyway?)
4. steal from some small kids i see around this building (they don't need the money or stuff anyway...their parents are there to support and buy them stuff ;) )
   
5. eat instant noodles everyday (one instant noodles per day, half in the morning, another half at night)
6. work (but where's the fun in being boring and conventional?)

please choose one of the above options....multiple answers is acceptable...

stupidity of the mankind

actually it's my own stupidity...i thought that shipping some of my stuff to auckland using a professional shipping company would be much cheaper and easier than posting a parcel using malaysian postal service...it turned out much worse and much much much much more expensive...it was almost 8 times pricier (imagine shipping a 30kg box is worth more than my new and beloved mobile phone)...i might as well buy those stuff i sent here in auckland...and the amount of work that had to be done to ship this one measly box....plus the heartache of inefficiency of this particular company (i don't want to name names, but it's seven seas worldwide, their website is of the same name), it was definitely not worth my time, effort and money...


first of all, i had used this company to ship my stuff twice, once from auckland to kl late last year...another time this time to ship a box from kl to auckland....the first time, they seemed to misplace a few of the forms that i had filled and sent back...with full of patience, i refilled the mysteriously missing forms and scanned and emailed them back with undue speed...


the second time, i received various texts to my malaysian contact number (which i think, the company is at the height of stupidity when i already called various times to inform them that i would be back in auckland by the time they collected my box, they should've called me on my nx mobile number instead) and about 5 emails in one day....all regarding another mysteriously missing form...the mysterious new zealand questionnaire...


i emailed them back stating i had already sent all pertinent forms and asked what the heck is the nz questionnaire...i've heard it one time in my life, on a page of one of the forms guiding me on how to answer this mysterious questionnaire...their clever feedback: 'let's give harley another electronic copy of the same freaking forms that we have given her before...let her wonder what the freaking questionnaire is about...she might come out with some brilliant questions to add to the questionnaire herself!'....


seven seas worlwide company, understand this:

IT'S THE EXACT SAME FREAKING FORM!!!!
THERE'S NO NZ QUESTIONNAIRE ATTACHED!!!
READ THIS PLEASE!!!
THIS IS WRITTEN IN PRECISE ENGLISH!!!!

freaked out and pissed off, one mad harley called the toll free line (at least, by the grace of god they have a free line and this line is open 24/7, or else i would loose my tenuous hold on sanity and just bomb their headquarter) at 12 am and again, made an effort to be nice and pleasant, asking about this freaking nz questionnaire form...


guess what (u could actually already guessed)????....yes, they actually hadn't attach this stupid questionnaire with my other form in all of the stupid emails!!!!...for this, i have to email them 4-5 times, asking the same question and receiving the same answer and finally i was at the end of my tether, i had to call them!!!!U FORGOT TO ATTACH THE FREAKING FORM, U BLOCKHEADS!!!check ur fact first before accusing me of missing a form!!!best of all, no apology offered...


another annoying thing is that visa sh*t...they need a copy of my student visa, i already called way earlier explaining to them that my visa is still in the process of being issued...more than once...to push all my wrong buttons, they sent another flew of different texts to my mama and emails to me requesting the copy of my visa...


hadn't i like called and sent u like thousands of emails informing u about my visa status????.....hadn't u guys said it's fine???...that i could email my visa once i got it???...what was all these about???...too much time on ur hands???...or was it the unofficial 'let's-worry-harley's-parents-and-annoy-harley-month'???...tell me, is this month going to be any better???


lastly, i am tired and cranky...my money is running away from me fast like the water flows from the creek to the river...adding to my room problems (low ceiling, poor ventilation, high rent, possibility of pissing my flatmate, fazan due to noise problem, the dirtiness of the carpet and furniture when i moved in, missing kitchen key, stuffiness, poor lighting, no vacuum, no fan), i had just about to reach rock bottom...forgive me of my crankiness, i just want to whine this month....let's call february and march the official 'whining months'...for this, every one is allowed to whine as much as one's heart desire....just don't piss ur friends off because of too much whines!!!hehehe...

pstttt, psstttt

did i tell u guys that i bought a new mobile phone?...it's not as wickedly expensive or as close to perfect as some out there but it is expensive and great enough for me...i got myself a samsung corby!!!!!!!!!so cute!!!!!!!iphone 3g, what for???...samsung omnia hd (which i fell really deeply in love and hasn't yet to get over with), who needs that???...


samsung corby - the answer for cheapskates and the technologically-challenged out there...that means i am a cheapskate and technologically-challenged...err....ooh let's not forget, for those who love cuteness and quaintness...

uniguide

a quick review of yesterday's uniguide activity:

1. caught up with friends - hey to christina, joyce, sam and other returning uniguides (malisha, dora, savelina, honor and others)
2. met new people - line, amy (hey guys i still got the video of u guys ehem ehem, will use it in the future for future bargaining chip, errr, research purpose), that-guy-whom-i-supposed-to-remember-his-name-coz-he-asked-honor-whether-he-needed-to-return-his-shirt-so-told-him-to-take-it-off-then-and-there (such a long name), carmen, another-guy-in-the-parking-lot, natalia, and various other people whom i know i met but sorry i forgot to list u guys here
3. free food - 2 words that said it all (shout-out to christina and sam who knew me so well)
4. got confused in uni since there seemed to be tons of changes since i last saw it
5. acted like a ditzy hollywood actress as i kinda gave a topsy-turvy tour to my precious little sisters and brothers, sorry guys!sorry much!thanks for being so nice to moi yesterday!
6. ended up sleeping during our post-uniguide karaoke session and catching up session with joyce

yesterday was a fine day, by the way....


btw i got some nasty (and of course nice) pictures and videos!wonder whether i should share some...hmmm...

instant noodles, a necessary evil

in making an effort to save precious shillings, i have been on a steady stream diet of free food and instant noodles...for someone who absolutely hates instant noodles, and who can actually survive and be happy not consuming them (i have eaten none last year), i have steadily eaten 4 packets of maggi tom yum since last sunday night...the reasons why an-instant-noodles-avoider like me have to force myself to swallow instant noodles are as below:

• no money - dead broke (or too stingy to fork out $20 to buy enough groceries to last for the next week)
• too lazy - haven't been trying to connect with the outside world due to extreme introversion
• broke and lazy-ass
• homesick - eating instant noodles somehow reminds me of home (though god knows mama almost never ever cook instant noodles for us)
• my life is still a mess - so many things to handle, so eating comes into distant second, thus instant noodles mean instant sustenance

luckily yesterday i volunteered as a uniguide, thus free food...managed to inhale 3 medium slices of vegetarian pizza and 2 small portion of vegetarian sandwiches...and lots and lots of juice...it was my first almost proper meal since my arrival back in auckland...and as usual, i brought back lots and lots of breakfast bars and yogurt (surprising, i know, but then again it's recession period)...great news coming up: there'll be lots of free food during o-week, so i'm going out to get some tomorrow!!!


p/s: in the course of my lifetime, instant noodles have evolved into producing cardboard-like tasting food immersed in hot water...at least my palate perceives the taste of them that way...

weight matters

not my freaking weight mind u!!!...i'm making a solemn promise that i would never ever ever ever intentionally volunteer to weigh myself until i turn into a-slightly-fatter version of kate moss (may be virtually impossible, i know, but a girl is allowed to dream)....anyway, i just know why Airports Council International Airport Service Quality awarded KLIA the third best airport in the world in 2008, instead of the much wanted first or even second...it's because weight indeed does matter...


one most not surprising thing about KLIA is that it doesn't have even one freaking weighing scale!!!...there, i call it spade for spade...no freaking weighing scale!!!...to weigh ur luggage accurately, u have to line up the freaking long queue and weigh ur bags...then u have to go off to some obscure corner to open ur luggage chocked full of things u don't want strange eyes to see (as in granny panties and torn bras) and take out some stuff so that u don't have to pay excess luggage fee...u need to repeat this freaking process (line-up-take-out-stuff-line-up-again) until ur luggage reach the miraculous 25 kg... believe me it's a painful process that was repeated over and over again for 5-freakish years...


why can't KLIA staff have the brains to think 'hey, why don't we make it easier for poor students who carry so much stuff by buying one measly weighing scale so that they can just weigh their stuff before they check-in?'...don't they just have the brains to think???...wouldn't that just help to ensure checking in processing become smoother???....why???...why can't they JUST BUY A FREAKING WEIGHING SCALE????....come to think of it, they should buy at least 5!!!...much faster that way...even smallish airport like Auckland International Airport has 2 weighing scales!!!anyway, please please get one, eh, KLIA?soonish?...

prayer for my former teacher, puan ros

i pray for my former high school history teacher, puan ros and her family for strength, recovery and health...i just heard from put that puan ros was in a motor accident and her young child (4-year-old) passed away...my teacher is currently still in coma...i hope she gets well and be strong for the sad news ahead...Allah SWT gives and He takes...

Al-Fatihah

rage against the machine...err..inanimate objects...

i got mad at objects so often, i think there must be a hidden psychological explanation for it...for one thing, because of my stalwart upbringing (my mom taught me to not to get into fights or abuse people with angry words when i got mad...the reason: u can never take ur words back and u'll definitely regret it), i just can't get mad at people...oooh not that i'm a martyr and never got mad...i got angry all the time...all the time...but i rarely react foolishly...i almost never hurl abuse to people...i just talk about them behind their back (not that that's better mind u!)....


anyway, one of the episodes i remember was my anger towards my shower head...u see that particular shower head was going bonkers...u need to twist it a certain way to ensure water flowing out...i just got back from auckland and unused to it...when i woke up, all irritated and sweaty of the malaysian heat and humidity, i expected nice cold shower to ease my irritability...sadly the shower episode just managed to piss me off and i screamed '**ck this' or something like that to it...yes...i screamed to a shower head....


the second episode just happened yesterday...the train ticket's dispensing machine always managed to reject at least 86% of ur coins and got ur temper to a boiling point before it works...include that machine going haywire to rush hour (people lining up behind u back-to-back), yup it was a bloody and messy situation...i kept hurling insults to the effing machine while pissing my sister, alin, off by asking for cash (both of us had large change which the stupid bloody machine doesn't accept)...


looking back, i assume my rage against inanimate objects stems from the deep anger i have towards people that i have managed to keep bottled up inside...in other words, that sentence is full of blarney...i just got mad okay....hahaha...

i have a snobbish cousin

my little cousin, a little girl of 10 (i think) is a snob....my mom, by courtesy of familial tie and some other obscure reasons only she and my dad knew, take up the job of fetching my brattish cousin from school every day...she studies in a city school whereby every afternoon drive is such a sheer torture, i don't even see a benefit of fetching her...when u include her brattish, snobbish, disrespectful, willful, naughty, noisy and messy behaviour, it is a pure hell on earth experience for my mom to fetch her from school every day...


her mom paid my mom a pittance, the payment barely paid for petrol...what,did she think, that my mom is her personal maid/slave?...yes, that's what i think she thought of my mom....adding the fact that her daughter treated my mom the same way, i sometimes couldn't hide my revulsion every time i see my little cousin...let me explain how bad her behaviour is...


she comes from a rich family...my uncle and aunty are indeed rich and they spoiled her...they rarely scold her, even when she is very disrespectful to elders...to her (my cousin), my family is just a poor family, not a family to respect (yes she even said to that effect)...whenever my mom didn't accede to her demands (she didn't know the meaning of the words 'please' and 'thanks'), she would make remarks like 'u r just a driver' or 'my mom paid u to drive me'...u see?...she's so not adorable!...little monster!!!!!!....


another story, she got into fight with my neighbour who went to school with her...she locked my neighbour in a room and ignored my neighbour...my neighbour was scared so she made lots of noise, asking to be released, and cried lustily...u'd like to know what happened?...the unfairness of it all, my aunty scolded my neighbour instead of her 'dear angelic daughter'....


anyway, i just remember...don't befriend these kind of people....u'll got nothing but heartache...i don't know why i am full of complaints lately...pms?...

p/s: i failed my first driving test

and maybe i'll attempt it again....i'm such full of shit....

the bitch named NAZURAINI

driving and learning to drive, so far, have been a harrowing experience for me...the first initial lessons were scary...they were scary in the sense of unknown, since i've never ever tried to move a real car before...then, the lessons got better...sure i am no michael schumacher and i am definitely not betting my whole entire so-far-has-been-useless life on doing the 'drift' as mad called it anytime soon...probably not for my entire miserable life...the lessons got better as i got more confident that i wouldn't kill a person while behind the wheels and could reasonably be able to move the car in a reasonable, if not that competent, manner from point A to point B....


i haven't dreamt of hitting an old lady who is walking on the side road for a while...then it came to the crunch time...the driving test...it was, to put it mildly, simply horrendous...to start off, i was scared shitless...i was full of anxiety and sweat like a squealing piglet, my tummy was doing a full cartwheels a thousand times a minute, my bowel were not in control and my bladder screamed bloody murder every 3.6 seconds...u get what i mean...i was just scared...if i fail this time, i'd know it's my own fault...


to understand better of malaysian driving test, let me give u a small preview of it...it consists of 2 major parts...a test on the driving course (they constructed a huge driving course for this part) and a test on the road...the test on the driving course consists of a test on a built 'hill' (reasonably steeped), parking test and a '3-points turn' test...all must be done within 11 minutes, 3 minutes for the 'hill' and '3-points turn' and 5 minutes for the parking test...the test on the road consists of a route filled with landmines such as T-junction, traffic lights, stop signs, double lines, other cars on the road, highway (or motorway), U-turn, small roads, roundabout, hilly area and so on...in simple terms, for a starter, it is hell on the road...


anyway, i could confidently say that, though not a really great driver, for a starter i am a competent, if a bit shaky, driver...i would say, though i wouldn't kill another soul on the road, i could drive...in the end that's what really matters right?....that i can drive....but, sadly i was like a convicted felon on the judge stand, unable to relax and full of anxiety...i couldn't fake it...so i know, if i fail this time, it would be my fault (emphasize this, i fail, my own fault)...


i passed the hill test, but failed the parking test...again, it was my own failure to relax and do it properly, i was hasty...since i failed parking, i was automatically ousted for the '3-points turn' test....fine...now it's the test on the road time...again i was like a setting mass of jellylike movements...my engine died on me 3 times, which didn't surprise me the least since i couldn't concentrate...


the main problem here is this: the examiner for the test on the road...in simple terms, she's:

• a bitch who didn't 'get it last night' (if u get what i mean)
• a m**ther-**cker
• a first class whore
• a pmsing bitch
• did i mention a bitch?

i didn't blame her for my failure but i did blame her for making the whole experience nasty, leaving a bad taste in my mouth and making me feel like a sore loser and quitting before even trying again...

i know as a rule female examiner are rumored to be not easy to deal with, the are full of hormones and shit, but this bitch, she took it to the next level...before i expound this bitchiness fact in detail, let me first explain that the examiners for the driving test are government officers from the malaysian road transport department (JPJ)...and believe me they are full of shits...the took bribe...as in u know, money to give a pass to people who are willing to part with their cash...the currently the bribery fee is around rm 200...


so...they are just con artists...no offense but please, if u took bribe, don't be judgmental and look like the Grinch who stole christmas...first of all, most of them (i can safely say all of them) are not even highly educated, no sire...no university education for these guys...but they got power and they are corrupted, so hell yeah, let's make these candidates sweat off their undies, shall we?....


her name is NAZURAINI BT MAT YUSOF....she's in her mid-20's to early 30's...very corrupted and had a holier-than-thou attitude, like she's all that...she keep 'tski'ng me, not in a cute grandmotherly way, instead, u know, the bitchier way...she kept moving her body on the passenger seat like she couldn't bear to look at my face and finally, when i had exhausted my chance of passing, she acted like the ultimate bitch...


i am being a bitch here coz it's my right to vent my spleen and well, i am still mad at the way she handled things...she could've just give me a fail and be done with it in the first place...oh no, she had to be the bitch and take the prize...the first words coming out of that bitch's mouth were 'I JUST HAD IT WITH U!' (yes in capital letters) and things went downhill afterward....who are u?...my mother?...which part of me that 'u've just had'?...u just don't have the right!...i called like a million people, bitching on this bitch afterward, i don't even want to go into the express details anymore...


so here i go...bitch, if by off chance u read this (presuming u can reasonably read english and be able to use the net), i meant to call u bitch to ur face today...but alas, my early lessons of good manners from my mama and teachers are just too deeply ingrained...i can only just do it behind ur back...but if u read this....i meant what i said...may u rot in hell for passing those who give u the 'sweetened' money (bribery) while lecturing me about driving safely and for giving me hell today...may u die in an accident in a horrible way, just to show that u said one thing to my face and break every single road rules out there in real life...

conclusion: i'm done venting my spleen...case close...