Sometimes, to be able to let loose and just dance seems to be the only thing that matters.

Even if it is a spazzy dance.

*Credit goes to Ziyan for putting this up on Twitter*

Till another post, later days.

I had a good day today.

I mugged and I was well prepared for the paper.

It has been a while since I felt this feeling.

It was good.

I'm not willing to go back to what it was usually again.

Till another post, later days.

I think exams is stressing me out a little bit. Okay, Maybe a lot.

A few days ago, after my Ethnic paper, I locked myself out of my room. My roommate just left for his two hour paper and I was stuck outside with my cellphone and 80 cents (I went to wash my clothes).

Now, the logical thing would be to go to the office to get an extra key or wait it out until the roommate returns.

What I did, however, was try to break into my room. Yes, you read right. I tried to break into my own room.

First, I went to the back door to try to unlock the door by squeezing my hands through the rails. I did that for 10 minutes only to realise the door was additionally locked at the bottom. Heh.

Then I went to my friend's place to get a chair to try to remove the glass panes on top of my front door and climb through. I carried the chair from one block to another (see, I was already losing my mind there and then) only to find the glass panes tightly held in place.

With almost no hope but to wait it out, I found a loooooooooong bamboo stick in my friend's room(about 2.5 meters long). With a stroke of (idiotic) genius, I brought it back to my room to try to hook the key to the bamboo shoot and successfully get back into the room.

What I got out of that attempt was some stares from some fellow floor mates and very sore arms. Okay lah, I looked really stupid poking a bamboo stick into my window like some deranged fellow trying to break in.

Wanna know why I didn't wanna get the office involved? Firstly, I didn't pay my electric bills for this sem. It's not like I purposely avoided it. It's just that by the time I remembered, it's the middle of the sem and I was kinda afraid that they'd fine me for having paid so late. Yes, I am still in Malaysia. Crappy bureaucracy remains a norm here.

I didn't wanna sit still because I really really wanted to get back to my room. I just mopped the place and wanted to enjoy it without the roommate around but alas.

My room was so clean okay. Sigh.

And now it's a disaster area again thanks to the tons of paper I have for revision.

Till another post, later days.

My first paper was today. Ethnic Relations. In many ways, a very crappy subject. However, it's supposed to be easy with the questions in it basically regurgiated from preious years.

Or so I thought.

For some reason, the people who prepared the paper decided to be smart and funny this time around. They came up with a whole new set of questions which tested us on things like:

'Apaka nama dokumen di mana Perdana Menteri Ke-4 telah mengemukakan Wawasan 2020?'

Very WTF okay.

Yes, I didn't exactly pay much attention to it because it's essentially one of those papers you just HAVE to sit for but don't necessarily have to like. Studying for it can be quite a waste of time too since it's like a compendium of Malaysia's history biased to make certain people look good. Politicians that is.

Adding to the crapfest was the fact that most of the questions were not easily answered with common sense.

Out of 4 possible answers, many times I found there to be 2 logical answers. AAAARGH.

And since I was doing my paper under the mosque(yes, you read correctly. Below UTM's Islamic pride and joy, the biggest mosque in a public university!), I wondered one thing.

You know how in temples, girls don't go to pray(can they even enter) when they are having their period?

So does the same rule apply to Muslims?

And if so, what happens if someone's having their period and had to take the paper in the mosque? What happens then? Is it sacrilegious?

No, I'm not being offensive. Well, at least I hope not. I mean, this is somewhat of a valid question right?

Sigh. The things I come up with when I am supposed to be answering my papers.

Till another post, later days.

Is it possible to be in love with the idea of being in love rather than actually experiencing the real deal?

With all the fluffy romance movies (blockbusters! HAH!) about these days, it's not too far fetched to think that maybe we are being conditioned to think that being in love is good and therefore hooking/coupling up seems like a good idea.

No, I'm not feeling the pressure like last time but yeah, it's a valid question.

How do you know that you like someone because you like someone genuinely and not because you have just watched some show like The Proposal(which isn't all it's cracked up to be. For me anyway) and are itching for some companionship?

And if you did go after someone due to being egged on by such external stimulation, does this mean that you're actually setting both you and the other person up for disappointment?

And yes, any mention of tween movies that make you wanna retch *coughTwilightNewMooncough* just qualifies an insult from me. Sparkly vampires are major turn offs.

Oh yeah, BMF, I will need to talk to you once you see this.

Till another post, later days.

I just got back from an AIESEC party. By party, I mean just a bunch of people with an organiser and food arranged and also organised games.

Not one of those parties full of alcohol and the music is for dancing and you basically go nuts. No, what happened was pretty much safe clean fun.

And even then, I think my reputation is pretty much gone as I was 'made' into doing rather ridiculous things. Come tomorrow, I suspect I will find tags of myself on Facebook in videos. Oh the horrors.

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I got cleared by the uni to go for a debate in Thailand! Expenses paid OMGGGGGGGGG.

I am so freakin' excited that I get to go to Chulalongkorn Uni but there's just one hitch:

I have never done British Parliamentary style before and that competition is totally BP styled.

Eeeep.

It's full of extensions and trying not to stab your opponent-ally(this actually exists -_-) in the back while having a proper stand of your own. Serious shift from my usual stuff okay. I mean, I was trained the Asian style and now I gotta slug it out in a totally different manner.

It's so scary and yet I feel the adrenaline rush every time I think about it. Serious kiasu-ness here.

Oh, and I haven't told my parents. Somehow, every time I call them, it slips my mind. Must. tell. them. soon.

As it stands, I don't think I will be back home for more than a week in a row for sem break. Whee.

Till another post, later days.

It's now study week and I am supposed to start mugging my buttocks off for the impending finals.

I cannot believe it's the end of the study sem already. If I thought about it, it's like ridiculously fast. Yesssssssss, people tell you that ALL the time but when you experience it, it totally blows my mind how fast time passes.

Anyway, I was attending this talk by the Japanese Ambassador to Malaysia and I can only say one thing:

HE'S SO CUTE.

Cute as in like this sweet old man who seems to be able to make you feel affection for him even though you hardly know him.

Also, I wanna be an ambassador too! It's so cool to be able to go to different countries and handle world issues while being the face of your own country. Although, being the face of Malaysia would of course be extremely interesting thanks to our government's interesting actions of late.

Wanna know something funny?

Someone said that KL people are brats.

Whooooaaaa there. Since when is geographical background a reason to label people? I cannot believe that it is acceptable to even say such things. It's like saying Americans are obese and warmongers. Or that anything that the British say is Shakespeare. Or that PRC people are communists.

Does it seem right to call people names like that? Hello, if I recall correctly, you have to be brought up somewhere. May I insult the place you call home as well?

Heh. Never mind. I'm done fuming with the sarcasm and thinly veiled insults that you insist on saying. I wish you and your partner well. It's not like you're going to change anyway.