Anatomy Of A Stupid.

Hey! I’ve just arrived from college, it’s now 11-something and I’m around 20 minutes away from 18 year old-ness. Finally the wine and F&B assessments are over, and I can finally relax for at least a week doing the things I like to do. Going to return to RC soon now that Jimmy got himself a ride, the team is finally coming together.. Team Slowcars, hahah!

Actually no, I winged it and I winged it a lot for the F&B assessment. This is NOT good. But oh well, no point talking about it now. Today was the DC27(2) dinner, the whole thing was set for 12 pax which are Me, Alvin, Vincent, Jimmy, Elaine, Mischa, Phang, Leon, Min, Aniq, Hadi and Maynard. I had invited Wai Kheng the ‘imported player’ from DC27(1) the week before assuming that somebody will FFK the dinner, which thankfully Alvin did!

So long story short, the dinner was great! Food was awesome too, too bad the imported player sitting at the same table as me couldn’t take beef, which she did anyway I feel guilty, still. Sorry! Entree’ was a sirloin steak, flambe’d which just basically means set on fire or some sort like that. I like to call it the eyebrow burning cooking method, because I’m guessing it does burn the eyebrow of the person doing the flambe’ if he doesn’t do it right or adds half a bottle of white wine and brandy to the pan.

Dinner ended at 9.30, but since I am such a kind person, I sent Leon, Elaine and Jimmy home and so now I am finishing up on my restaurant assignment which Alvin is indeed very emotional about as per what I can see in his MSN personal messenger. Jangan marah bang! My goodness this blog looks and sounds like a bimbo blog. But nevermind lah, I am a bimbo sometimes these days. Wai Kheng can agree with me. Heheh! That’s it for now, more later, again, so sorry for the bimbo blog!

It’s always been there for me when I need it, it’s more subtle than a hyper girlfriend and it’s more forgiving than cholesterol. Why not? I love them a lot. Having long fingers I’ve always liked some nail to compliment them, clipped nails always make my fingers look short too.. God knows I’m a frickin’ hygienic person as I can spare 45 minutes of my life to make out with an oil blotter to make sure my face won’t reflect light from the sun and blind you, so most people should know that I keep my nails nice and clean.

The inner side of my nails, is like what my Chef Norizzan says about the chopping boards: it looks dirty, but it’s clean. Only for the chopping board it’s the other way around. Haha! My nails make me shift gears better, sometimes it turns on cats too! For some reason even my food tastes better when I eat with long, may I stress again, CLEAN nails. Sigh. Why do I have to clip my nails?? Since when were nails so feminine some guys would rather have their whole nail ripped out of their fingers and thumbs?!

Okay this post is freaking me out, I’m just going to go cut my fingernails now since the lecturers have been giving me a hard time about it, not to mention the new friends. Haih.

Sir Izuan, I’ve got the OST too, but I find Signal Fire as the most worthy, well, maybe ONLY worthy song to listen to

I dont know why but that song just lingers in my head a lot since I heard it during the ending credits of Spiderman 3. What used to be a superhero movie is now a love story, sigh.

For 3 consequent classes, I now have 3 assignments to complete and the earliest is due in another 6 days, while I’m leaving for Pulau Tinggi, the remote island nobody has ever heard of on a trip with some DT seniors. Man they’re weird. Anyways, I have a baaad feeling this is going to be another Redang trip for me, minus the fact that everyone on the Redang trip was giving me the silent treatment as if I have cooties or something.

Cooties. Cute word eh? Speaking of which, I’ve been told by many people that maybe, maybe if I fail to be a chef or even waiter some day, I could just resort to being a lala or something because apparently, my lala pose sells! heh heh! OH yes, I lost my phone two days ago at the college library and almost everyone in my group thinks I’m crazy because I’m happy about it, but actually I’m just sad because I’m happy.

Story is we were doing a photo shoot for the COMG 1111 assignment and I placed my lens cap on one of the book shelves. Eventually I left it there and proceeded with the shoot else where, then I MIGHT have just misplaced my phone somewhere during this time because IIRC I removed it from my pocket during when I was kneeling down and I THINK I placed it on another book shelf. What is it with this whole placing of articles on book shelves anyway?

So we went 10 storeys down and I went up to get my cap, then I realized that my phone is missing and I cant remember where I put it. I know what youre thinking, diu right. I called it and it was ringing but problem is it was on Silent, and not Vibrate mode which is a really dick move because I already had it in Vibrate, but changed it to Silent a few seconds later. *sigh*

The phone was to ring until about 11pm later that night, when I assume it ran out of battery. The thing that sucks is, I know it’s missing but at the same time I know no one found it yet so it’s like wanting to give up but there’s always a eh-why-not-try-again factor that spoils my plan to just go home and start looking for a new phone. Coupled with the fact that there were people helping me look for it, and looked even after I went off (sorry la, I’m too used to the ‘i dont give a shit’ crowd so this is a surprise to me), I was motivated to go on..

Man people in college are great. They’re so darn helpful yet attractive, and this is a very rare combination in my eyes. Thanks Natasha for all that sugar (it does help!), Richard and Wai Kheng for the continuous raiding of book shelves, Vincent for finishing his credit making calls to the phone (lol), Shane, Jimmy, Alvin and Elaine, and whoever else that helped me. Seriously, I am touched beyond manliness. Yes, manliness.

I must be crazy, it’s 3 in the morning and I’m as sleepy as a polar bear, and I have pastry at 9. As per what chinese would say; siao, man. I should go, until next time, if you find my phone, then please.. just dont go through my gallery. Silver, you have served me well and I bow to your patience especially when I threw you down a tarmac top street just to see if you’d get scratched on the back cover.

"..I could be stuck here for a thousand years, without your arms to drag me out"

Alright I’m worked up now! Finally I know how hypocrites and assumers find their stock to write crap about Malaysia, it’s MCDONALDS! Well not actually McDonalds, but rather the delivery service. Here’s my story.

It was Friday I think and everyone ditched the plan to go for teh tarik because they wanted to practice using the wire whisk so I cooked up a plan to go to McDonalds to get some nuggets first while waiting for Adrian to return from his seminar in Klang, but then suddenly I too felt some kind of force (lazy) stopping me.. argh! Perhaps it was Katharine on iTunes.. anyway.

Suddenly I remembered that McDonalds delivers up to 3am mah? so why not just give them a call and let them do the work. So I did, the operator was exceptionally polite despite the midnight call. At first the image of a friendly service from the ad on the telly was definetly not expected considering they pick those buggers off the street to be their delivery boys, but after the call I started thinking twice.

Keep in mind with Pizza Hut deliveries, they at least greet you. So my delivery arrived from the Section 9 McDonalds around 20 minutes later. Still impressed, I go to the gate to find the delivery guy there and a bit misplaced but I greeted him first - only to NOT get a reply!

Anywho, I’d put that aside for the better part coming. The operator told me it would cost RM12.56, but I misheard and prepared RM13.04. I open the gate, he passes me the food without saying anything leaving me AGAIN asking him what are the contents, only to get a moody answer as if he’s got PMS or something? So fark la, I hand him the money and would you know, he immediately wanted to leave without handing me my change..

Fine fine, I just stopped him and politely asked for the total, so now he gets the idea but he’s still staring at me not doing anything.. wtf, may I suggest returning my change? Instead he gives me back the 4 cents and shucks me off by saying he’s got no change, LIKE I CARE? Almost at boiling point here, and I conveniently reminded him that theres a balance of 48 cents and, get this, he actually sighed in anger! MOTHER@%?*&!!!!!!

Boiling point. Red screen. Buzzer. I’m just waiting to throw the change back at him now, sad case he couldnt calculate the change himself and only handed me back 35 cents before I placed it on his motorcycle and said ‘tak payah lah’ (no need lah) and slammed the gate on him, and that sums up the first and last time I use the McDelivery service!

Seriously ‘wipes, ‘kalau takde duit jadi mat rempit je laaa!’.