Typings of a wayward hand

on the 24th of december, i snapped momentarily. It felt great. Stupid sis was pushing her luck. Getting on my nerves and called me cacat. I believe that term should be used sparingly and only when appropriate. I respect and pity the handicapped and I thank God that I was born normal. For that blind ignorant bitch to use that word not only shows that she doesnt respect me and the handicapped, she also doesnt appreciate what she has in her life. and i cant respect someone like that. anyways i gave her a sidekick and shoved her to the pillar. we were at the parking spot at komtar and everyone was tired. earlier that day we went hiking up bukit bendera and she was keeping everyone down. her 1st time up and she was too confident. took us 4 and a half bloody hours to get up there. not to mention that the hiking trail was changed. anyways my dad had me in a chokehold and i let go of her. i was dead calm and thinking clearly. it wasnt actually rage (or maybe i dont know the meaning of the word), but i wanted to teach her a lesson about respect. anyways, we went to komtar to get me a watch. after me countlessly ruining them, i figured that if they got me something more expensive i would take care of it better. lol. so i got a tissot. there were others, a higher tech seiko that looked cooler and had a perpetual calender and other tissots (same model, different finishing. gold, titanium, black/blue/white dial). but i chose the cheapest from that model lineup. the gold finished model looked like an old man’s watch, and the blue/black dial looked kind of smallish. so i chose the silver watch with a white dial. was interested in the titanium version (sooooo light) but that was more expensive and i didnt want to burden my parents too much. or piss them off too much if or when i ruin this watch. lol. i even took a pic and put it in my pendrive to upload on this blog but the bloody pendrive has a few bloody viruses so i’ll just state down the model name. PR50 quartz, stainless steel with silver. anyways it came with a nice box set that had some pull down compartments and 2 booklets that 1) tell the history of the company and 2) shows all the models.

anyways, happy new year.

in the past month, countless education fairs (and a few property fairs too, lol) were held. and considering that i am a potential student and in the perfect position to go (post dip, pre degree with alot of nbtd), i thought "hey, why dont i go? lotsa stuff to consider!" but alas, lazyness and general pessimism got the better of me (midvalley parking on weekends sucks, etc). so i didnt go. but when SEGi had their open day, i went. had contact with on of their agents on the forum i usually hang out at. so i went. after i picked up my parents at the airport. yeah, same day. 16th dec. the segi campus near my house (flagship campus, where the tv show radhi study go is shot at). and after asking around about fees and other options (segi offered 3 BEng courses, uni of sunderland, uni of sheffield, uni of south australia.) uni of sunderland 3+0, locally done. 3 years, rm52k total. sheffield 1+2, rm20k for 1st year, once i go there pay the rates there, which amounts to roughly rm100k/year. same with south australia. which means that it would be better if i went to the university reps agents offices and went straight overseas. since it costs the same. but parents werent willing to part with more money, so i registered with the sunderland course. maybe can get exemptions, hopefully can finish in 2 years. cheaper, closer to home ( no need to rent another house), even though the U of Sunderland isnt on the top universities list. hurm. the best compromise. which would be the title of my autobiography if i were to make one. heh.

ok. this is the story. about something. parents had been bugging me to go to the various property and housing fairs/expos to look for a place to stay at later on. so went to the one at midvalley (selangor one). didnt go to the other 3 ( i think), too lazy. anyways got alot of properties for sale at various locations. and they returned to malaysia last week. let them look at the various brochures and flyers. there was 1 small flyer. pkns flyer. on that 1 flyer alone got 10 projects, and no indication of the size, exact location or other details. but one of the small pictures caught their eyes. condo d’rozelle. i was like wtf? 1 small picture, tagline from rm175k, no indication of size, and that caught their eye? i told them to consider other options. subang area got a few projects, not too expensive, can get terrace houses, 22×70, 1.5k++ sq ft. not too far away, take jalan sungai buloh behind kota damansara about 5-10 minutes only. but mom had other plans. she said lets call them and have a view (that condo was at kota damansara oso section 10.). so i said, ok, lets look 1st. then consider other options. but then we went there. had a look, asked about normal stuff (size, how many units left, price, etc). then mom called pkns. went straight to pkns and booked the house. i was like ”wtf"? and already asked about parking. 1 unit 1 parking, but all the allocated extra parking spots were fully booked. so we have to park outside. like, fuck. the house we’re renting at right now may be small (around 800sq ft), but there is ample parking. that house is 1040sq feet and has better anemities but not enough parking. bloody idiots were cheapskates, didnt want to make multi level parking and didnt think the plan out. 1 block 100 units, 3 blocks, allocate AT LEAST 2 parking spots per house. from my observations, it was more like 1.2 spots per unit. already signed letter with lawyer, pkns should reply within 2-3 months. then can move in. haiz. the problem having a headstrong and controlling mom.