Understanding.... stuff

Sometimes trying to understand certain stuff can be very confusing. Especially when the stuff you are trying to understand happens to be people.

I don't think there are any two individuals with the exact same personality and attitude in this world. Even as similar as someone can be to the other, there just has to be something that differentiate them.

Sometimes watching people is something that entertains you, yet at the same time confuses you. I don't get how some people can be with people that they don't like, but then again I don't understand why we need to be polite when all we want to do is just shout at the world or something.

I don't get how friendship that at one time seems to be able to last forever, and it just suddenly got broken just like that. Or how the attraction between two people is formed.

Maybe some things are just not meant to be understood.

Bread snatchers

I feel cheated.

That's because I just got conned off my bread at Mid Valley! Seriously.

So I just bought my bread from Bread Story, and was waiting for Zaza at the entrance. A lady with Chinese accent walked towards me and asked me whether I can speak Mandarin. Thinking that maybe she wanted to ask for direction, I said yes. Then she launched into this story about how she has no money, that the ATM is not working, and she's so hungry that she's almost dying, and asked me whether I can borrow her some money so she can eat. I told her I have no money to spare, even when she promised to give it back tomorrow. So she asked for food. Reluctantly, I gave her one of my buns (and it was one of my favourite too!) to her, thinking that she will go away, but no! Apparently China people, especially those trying to cheat girls with bread, are very "muka tembok". After I gave her that bread, she asked for another one! For a friend, who immediately walked over to introduce himself, wait, sorry, not introduce, but who came over to ask me for ANOTHER bread. Sheesh....

I tried to not give it to him, but they were so bloody annoyingly persistant, so I gave it to them, thinking that they will go away after this. Again, I was wrong. Instead of leaving, they asked me for drink. I told them I have none, apparently, they saw the fruit juice that I bought, and asked for that! The nerve of them! I told them they can't have the fruit juice, but they kept pressing for it. Finally, after God knows how many NO I said to them, they finally got the message and stopped pestering me for it. BUT, that's not the end of it. They asked for money, AGAIN! I told them repeatedly no, and when they finally left, I saw them head straight out to the taxi stand and got into a taxi. After telling me that they have no money. The nerve!

So I was kinda pissed off, and kept ranting about it to Zaza all the way home. When I reached Tiara, I ranted about it again to my housemates, and also called dad to tell him about it. Dad actually laughed at me and said let it go since they only took my bread. I called Joy to tell her about it too. She said I should be thankful that I lost RM4.30 of bread, and I agreed with her. But I just wanted to rant till I ran out of steam, and now that I did, it's actually kind of funny when I tell people that my bread got robbed by China people.

Lesson learnt then. Sigh.... *wails loudly(my breaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!)*

A hairy experience

A boring Sunday full with Linguistics, literally. Alternating between studying for Linguistic quiz (gag me) and doing Linguistics assignment (surprisingly, writing about chimpanzees is fun). Add in a few doses of chocolate and junk food, that's pretty much my Sunday.

Well, until an hour ago. The proud members of K3E, well, half of it anyways, brave the hair raising experience of becoming plumbers for the Sunday night. It all started with us discovering that our pipe in the bathroom was stuck, for when we shower, the water won't go down. Well, it will, just super slowly. It soon turned to a pretty scary experience to shower, what with all the guggling sound that the blocked pipe will make and the glimpse of mouse like thing that I saw during my peek down the black pipe. Okay, fine, so I admit that it wasn't a mouse, it was just moi blind without my specs, but nobody showers with their specs on, okay?

So, anyways, it all started with Zaza trying to unscrew the, er, the thing under the sink that supposed to trap dirts and whatsorts. Unsuccessful but not giving up, we went on search for a plunger. Borrowed one from the house on the floor below ours, but it wasn't successful because the plunger was too small. So Zaza and Amelia tried poking the hole down the pipe with disposable chopsticks. Loading the hole with water till it flooded, still, it remained stuck. Never mind, we returned it back, and borrowed another one from another house. This time, the plunger was slightly bigger, but unfortunately, it didn't help much with the situation too.

Feeling dejected, we decided to try poking the hole with a long stick. Found a suspicious looking ball of something icky. Out came the flashlight to aid our vision, and it turned out that the mouse that I saw was literally a hairball. A big one, mind you. So, the bravest of all, Amelia came to the rescue. Despite fearing that it might really turned out to be a dead mouse, Amelia bravely stuck her hand down the hole and took out the disgusting ball of hair. People, give her a round applause! That, my dear folks, is truly an act of bravery. Imagine taking out the disgusting gunk that MIGHT be a dead mouse. If it's a dead mouse it will truly be an experience that will scar us for life.

Okay, after getting rid of the disgusting hairball, we filled the hole with water again. A blue cap floated up, but after that, it was all good. The pipe isn't stuck any more. Yay!

Salute to the brave Amelia and Zaza who got themselves dirty while trying to unstuck the pipe. Your bravery shall always remain a historical moment in K3E. Cheers!