The Dysfunctional Pilgrim

Uni life has begun, and my kiasu-ness has been coming out of the closet. This is strange, because I’m a laid-back type who wouldn’t be too bothered with results or competitors etc. Ok, so maybe “ laid-back” is an understatement. I’m downright lazy. But laziness seems to be taking a backseat these days. For example, during orientation they were introducing us to all the elective and minor courses we could take and immediately the desire to take ALL of them (well, almost all) popped up in my head. I don’t know why. Also, we were grouped together in our respective courses during orientation and I was constantly trying to check out the competition. I had to rein my kiasu-ness in and remind myself that these people are going to be my course-mates, not my rivals. I’m supposed to be making friends. But friends can be rivals, right?  Shut up, kiasu.  During classes, if I notice someone being outspoken, my inner hackles will start to rise. I won’t challenge the ...

Did I say something about blog posts coming more frequently? I must have been high. It's been three months since my last post and I apologise to my non-existent followers (lalala, i like to kid myself). Anyway, I have nothing to say (or perhaps too much to say but too little time to put into words), so here's some words of goofy wisdom wrapped in nerdiness from the ultimate Wes Chan from Wongfu Productions.  I love writing down words spoken in movies or lyrics of songs for some reason. It's a weird hobby of mine (yes it is a hobby; when I have time I'd write down lyrics of songs instead of looking them up). This is called dictations right? I use to love having dictation tests in school. There you go, something new about me! I love doing dictations/dictating (which is it??? I'm not sure...) This is my biggest project ever, so effort went into this, mind you! I got it off the video, wrote it all out, did some research so I know I got all the college re...

Whoa...I had no idea that my last post was my 100th until I checked my list of posts by complete accident.  Hm....I guess it was rather fitting that on the 100th post I would look back into the past. Or was it fitting?  Anyway, here's a thank you to those who have followed this blog since the beginning, and those who just started, or randomly popped by, anyone who decided for some reason, to click the link to read more of me.  Big thanks to those who commented, encouraged and pushed me to keep on writing. I hope you all found something a teeny-weeny bit meaningful here. Otherwise, I apologise for wasting your time. Oh, and thanks for putting up with my grammatical errors and typos.  I have to say, I did have a blast writing here. It's probably because I don't push myself to write much, so it doesn't feel like a chore or anything. And it's also probably why I've only reached a 100 now...after..give or take..FOUR years. FOUR. my goodness...that...

First of, I'm not even sure whether the title is grammatically correct. Someone let me know if it's ok? Because it sounds kinda off. Moving on. It's been about 10 yrs since I moved to Seremban. I never did blog much on this because I only started blogging 6 yrs after the move and most of my life revolved around Seremban by then. In fact, it's difficult sometimes to remember life in PJ before. I'm certainly not a city girl anymore. KL/PJ life kinda freaks me out now. But one vivid memory that would always stay with me: my back door neighbour. I have no idea who they are, I don't know their names, I don't know where they came from, I know nothing about them. Except that they had a dog and every Saturday and Sunday afternoon, someone would be playing his electric guitar. Ever since we moved into that house (I was about four or six), the same thing would happen almost every weekend. It always was old rock-ish (or metal...I'm not too sure...

JOAC: Jump Off A Clift.  The feeling one experiences when faced with extreme embarrassment, despair, frustration, sadness and any other crappy  negative situation until one wishes to die, at least temporarily.  JOAC does NOT mean that one REALLY desires death, but simply that one wishes he/she wasn't alive at that point of time.  Example:  She's so darn annoying, I just want to JOAC when I see her. Or make her JOAC.  That was such a JOAC interview; I'm going to try to DMITS.  Augh!!! JOAC JOAC JOAC!!!  Synonyms:  DMITS (Drown Myself In The Shower)  JOAB (Jump Off A Building)  SM (Shoot Myself)  SMHIAHAD (Stick My Head In A Hole And Die)  WIADANCB (Wander Into A Desert And Never Come Back)  KMN (Kill Me Now)  IWD (I Wanna Dai)  EM (Execute Me)  PECSMU (Please Earth Come Swallow Me Up) etc.  ………….  IHNL (I Have No Life). Imma go JOAC now....

This reminds me of my "Miscommunication" post. Only a whole lot funnier. Remember Disney's Winnie the Pooh? This is an excerpt from one of their shows. Rabbit: Good grief! Tie them (rope) together, Piglet! Can you tie a knot? Piglet: I cannot. Rabbit: Oh, so you can knot. Piglet: No, I cannot knot. Rabbit: Not knot? Winnie the Pooh: Who's there? Rabbit: Pooh! Winnie the Pooh: Pooh who? Rabbit: No! Pooh, it's….Piglet, you'll need more than two knots. Piglet: Not possible. Owl: Ah! So it is possible to knot those pieces. Piglet: Not these pieces? Winnie the Pooh: Yes, knot those pieces. Piglet: Why not? Eeyore: Because it's all for naught. I love a dialogue that plays with words. This made me laugh. Did you get it? Let me know. I don't remember much of Winnie the Pooh, cuz I didn't get to watch much of it, but it always had a quiet sort of humour. Hope you enjoyed. I think you can find this scene on youtube...just copy and pas...

The new Wongfu short really had me this time. It'd probably rank as one of my favourites from them. This was Phil Wang's idea, and this is his commentary “Take It Slow” is about two teenagers who may have missed out on this magical moment at their first dance together, because popular music didn’t allow for it, but taking matters into their hands. I hope that despite the DJ not playing any slow songs nowadays (because there are none), that people will still find a way to have this special and sweet moment together, because there are really few things like the innocent romantic emotions that come from slowly swaying with a person you really care about to a good, sweet song. On a personal level…I miss slow dancing. As we grow up, it’s one of those things that don’t happen much anymore. Now, people just wanna bump and grind. I mean, that’s fine and all… but the good stuff, the deep stuff, is in the slow dance. But maybe, that’s what makes it more special, now that we’re older, bec...