Of My Finally Lost Phone

I lost my phone.

About time too, as all of my friends will attest to that.

Apparently, I have used my defected phone for the past six months or so and it has caused me endless problems. There are times when I needed to make an urgent call or receive an urgent message and the stupid phone just don't work. My now-lost phone will only receive messages two hours after they have been sent. Furthermore, it can only make calls only when it is being charged. And it can only vibrate. Sheesh. To think I have been using that phone for more than a year already. Whatever it is, if my phone was actually stolen, I pity the thief. He got the wrong end of the bargain. Hahahaha. =)

Typical everyday conversation with my phone:
Phone Rings...
Caller: Hello.
Me: Hello
Caller: Woay, wha... (engage tone sounds)

Rings again
Me: Hello
Caller: What happened just no... (engage tone sounds)

And again...
Annoyed Caller: You idiot! Get a new phone la... (engage tone sounds)

Phone goes dead.

Sigh.

Typical conversation with my phone 2:
Caller: Hello
Me: Hey! Watssup!
Caller: Hello
Me: Hello. Can't you hear me?
Caller: Hello. Hello. Stupid fella haven't changed his phone yet. Sheesh. Ends call.
Me: Hello. Hello. Who you calling stupid?

Typical message:
Sorry for the late reply... again.

Oh well, alls well that ends well. Now I can finally get a proper phone. Hopefully, I won't drop it too often, that is. =)

Current Music: Kenny Lattimore and Chante Moore's With You I'm Born Again

Of My Cambridge Interview

I shall not comment on my Cambridge interview. There are worst things that could happen in life, i.e a country suddenly suffers from a superiority complex and starts bombing Petaling Jaya with the hopes of finding supposedly-hidden WMDs, falling from the 17th floor, falling from the 17th floor and still surviving, or choking on a pretzel. There, a Cambridge interview matters zilch, especially if you compared what the Iraqis, those two children and George W. Bush are/were feeling.

Anyway, was in such a bad mood for the past two days. It was like being stuck in a recurring nightmare, hoping and hoping that I could just wake up and poof - the interview day starts all over again ala Groundhog Day. Nah, wouldn't want that to happen either. Oh well... mood swings abound. Was finally cheered up after watching The Terminal and found out that there were worst things in life - like being stranded in a terminal and finding out that your country is at war. But heck, if I had Catherine Zeta-Jones as an air-stewardess, I would willingly get stranded in an airport! =)

Am in a relatively better mood now. Completed my admissions test and had a great time doing it. It was especially enjoyable. And I found out that my admmisions interviewer treated everybody else the same way, so I guess I was kinda happy after that - talk about being a sadist. Anyhow, it's finally over! All the work and stress and it's finally over! I wish all those who are applying to Cambridge all the best and see what happens. After all, as quoted by Viktor Navorski in The Terminal : " We are all waiting for something ..." Lets wait and see what happens.

Current Music: Air Supply's Come What May

Of Nightmares in KDU Hall

I should be studying.

I really should be studying.

But try as I may, I end up hobbling down to the computer lab and am playing Text Twist right now.

Life sucks.

It has been four hours since I had the nightmare. The horrifying nightmare. Of Economics. Yeap, you got me right- Economics. I woke up at 7, drooling, when I just realised I just dreamt about Economics. I dreamt about me drawing graphs and making sure that it is accurate. I dreamt about the teacher giving a lecture and I was copying notes. I woke up. Salivating. Imagine the horror of the entire situation. I have never dreamt of a subject before. Never-in my entire life. Argh. This must be a sign. Either I have been studying too much, or I have been studying too little, or that I seriously need to see a psychiatrist. If only I was clairvoyant, then maybe I didn't need to worry so much on the upcoming test. Hopefully, I am. =)

Now, I am afraid to close my eyes for fear of what horror awaits me when I enter into Dreamland. Economics? Accounting? Law? And horror of all horrors, not Thinking Skills? I refuse to go to sleep. I will never succumb to pressure. I will go to college tomorrow with panda-eyes. I will not sleep. I will not sleep. I will not sleep...

Of Hell and No More Ricky Martin

Sartre once said: Hell is eternity spent in a room with your friends.

I find that quote rather profound. And it makes a very good retort too. When someone says: 'Go to Hell!', just reply simply 'I'm sorry I can't, I'm there already'. Note: This only works if the person who cursed you is your friend. Strange, noting that people who usually curse aren't exactly what we shall call friends, but nonetheless, a good retort is still a good retort. =)

Imagine this situation:

You die. You are sent to be judged by the divine power, and you realised that you weren't good enough. Apparently, all the swear words you have used are back to nip you in the butt and you didn't dance as much as you should, after all, dancing can conspicuously increase your 'merit' points. Furthermore, you shook your bon-bon to Ricky Martin. Another no-no. You curse (another bad point) but since you know you are doomed you couldn't care less. The divine power look(s) at you sadly and shake(s) his/her head and pointed his/her finger downwards. The earth comes crashing to you, literally, and you fall.

You fall. And fall. And fall. Until what seems like eternity, you arrive...

... in a room with your friends. You seem somewhat suprised. Your friends see you coming in and start cheering. They tell you that this is heaven actually, as you still have one another. You take a look around and you see your best friend since primary school, your other half, your colleagues at work (most of them lawyers) as well as your boss. You feel happy and elated as there are people you can relate too, people you have known for many years. 'This can't be hell', you think. You smile and are convinced that the divine power has/have gone a bit cuckoo after seeing so many people that he/she made a mistake.

Then...

You see your wife talking to your ex-girlfriends. They are pointing your way and are looking extremely murderous. You realise that you have kept a lot of secrets from them and they are sharing what little they know about you. Your colleagues are plotting a scheme with your boss. They too, seem to have found out all the various backstabs you have dealt upon them. Uh oh. And your best friend, lets just say he is the ringleader of sorts, announcing all your dark, dirty secrets for all of them to hear. They turn on you. You cower in fear. You notice that suddenly, some of them are holding cleavers and lead pipes. They are laughing maniacally, planning to give you the treatment you deserve. You kneel and pray for divine intervention.

Then...

Another friend drops in. This time around, you start the attack to divert their attention. And the cycle goes on and on and on.

Hey, hell isn't that fun after all.

Current Music: First Wives' Club OST's You Don't Own Me