Thursday, August 23, 2007

Cause wherever you go, well thats where i'll go

I'll make it a point to follow dad to the himalayas in india for pilgrimage when given the opportunity to.

This is me, attempting to be a little more spiritual.

And maybe to be contented with my material possesions by throwing myself into nether regions where televisions are a novelty.

I've got study plans almost everyday now, because late august brings about the AS trials examinations. I'm trying my level best to not subject myself to another bout of last-minute scavenging through notes because it never really materialises.

But i hate studying. I hate doing extra revision. I do it for the sake of shielding myself from public embarressment during the latter years. Its always worth doing more when you like it. Apart from the days i'm motivated(hardly) and feeling all comfy and woozy to work on some knowledge-enrichment attempts, studying makes me delirious, and narcoleptic.

But i have the quantum stone blazing around my neck now. It (supposedly) makes me tad bit more enegetic. Its supposed to keep me sturdy when standing on one leg in some yoga pose, and not topple over when i'm being rammed or headbutted. Baby calls it the 400 dollar dogtag. I call it a "400 dollars that should've gone to my shoes/slippers/jeans/abudhabitripfund". The stupid stone only brought bout after bout of ultimate stomach discomfort and plenty of expelled wind. Not very glamorous.

Apparently you can place it under a water bottle and "charge" the water to have the same effect to the drinker as it is to the "bearer of the stone". For now i'll continue dangling it from my neck and still be waiting for the herculean effect this stone brings.

Even more desperately now when i feel like a bottle of japanese mayo when it comes to studying.

And due to the successful debut outing of Bradjinn in the Taylors University College Tiring Run Around KL And Have To Bloody Restart When We're In The Lead Because The Organizers Screwed Up And Its So Unfair Merdeka Amazing Hunt, we're gonna feature in another treasure hunt this coming sunday at gasing hill organized by our most favourite shop in ss2 with one of the most wonderful staff(CJ) ever in the working world, Corezone. Which would make us Corefriends to the shop. And hopefully garner a little more than 30 ringgit that was won in the Taylors University College......... Hunt(which i'm still yet to recieve), so i can gleefully contribute into my Abu Dhabi Holiday Trip Fund. And pay brad what i owe him for bloody rope.

I may not know what's the hour at your place, but its 1.36am here in ss2. And it means its awfully late for someone as sleep-deprived as me to be blogging and listening to 30 seconds to mars at the same time. The only reason i'm staying up is because i'm still deciding on whether to do substantial amount of work although the answer's pretty fucking obvious. And England versus Germany in about an hour. Its been a century since i've managed to stay up for a football match.

Now before i doze off on my laptop and fry my sperms, and have baby accuse me of sleeping on her again, i'm going to abuse my microwave once more and make myself a shrimp sandwich. And get the ball rolling.

Probably update in several decades considering i'm very busy contemplating on whether to study nowadays.

:)

Jinny

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

You sound better when you shut up

I have no idea about your take on consideration. But it has subsequently brought me to a boil. While you're snuggling comfortably into your comforters and indulging away in bed linen while in united embrace with your pillows, and i'm here, right where i am, running to and fro just to get a clip from a thousand others moving and working. Shunning away my screaming, heavy and awfully tired eyelids right up till where your alarm clock starts preparing itself for your stubby fingers to jam away at the snooze button. For what?

To save your motherfucking asses. From possible embarressment i would dare say. While you and your soddy bunch gallantly tread and work your way through the crawlspace under tables. Oblivious to everything else.

I think to the very least. A meagre unsincere thank you to the both of us would've been more than could be asked for.

But knowing you and the rest. Enough is said.

Jinny

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

You, me, and my medication, our love is like a chemical reaction

"Baby, excuse me while i melt."

It could be the definite amounts of radiation of the electronics i'm revolving myself around. But this excruciating pain that's seemingly poking into my eyeballs will eventually disperse. So i hope.

The college days dont seem to match up to the weekends now. Its about a habit to immerse myself in one particular plan for the weekend and make it an appointment to most look forward to. To most anticipate. I wake up on the only side of my bed to a day closer to whatever's been laid out on the planning board.
And thats how time ceases monotonously throughout the week. Longing for the weekend with its mast seemingly rising in sight simultaneously as i scrape through a taylors day after another.

I honestly have yet to let the handbrake down fully on my studies. Still, prospectively, yet to take flight. The consistent rhythm.

The final rant would be on the quantum-science purified water that's condemning me into some stomach-clutching frenzy. Bloody energized water supposedly to remove toxins/negative chi and conveniently christen its drinker to eternal stomach discomfort. And when you're busy shoving pillows into your own abdomen, you are required to drink some more to "get used to it". And then your kidney generates heat and your bladder pops like a sweet golden popcorn.

Its a more subtle way to have the impression you're drinking from the klang river.

Everything here feels so metaphorical today.

And now my stomach's working up a storm again. Fuck.

Jinny

Monday, August 06, 2007

Choice is always with us

Apparently, brad has a clearer description and documentation of the climbing trip with top notch video editings.

Click brad's link on my links list please.

Jinny