I’ve been feeling emo quite lately, which is quite rare because I stopped being emo when uni started. My emo-ness reached its peak yesterday, when I was attempting to blog at about 0030 hrs. I ended up crying in front of the screen.

I kid you not. But I’m all okay now. :D

Today I woke up feeling utterly freaked by my emo-ness the day before. O.O *shudder*

I feel a sense of accomplishment now and again, thinking of what I’ve been through. Objects from the past don’t bother me anymore [except for the occasional sting from certain venomous insects] and past events have left no permanent dents. I guess I turned out pretty okay.

The following sentence will have Kaevo going: “HAH!!! See, told you college wasn’t ALL that bad!!!!!111oneone”

I miss the memories.

I am in a rather 无聊 (translation: have nothing better to do) mood so let’s play the guessing game! I will describe some people who have contributed to the DRAMA in my life in college and you try to guess who I’m talking about! [Time for revenge! You defame me behind my back in front of classmates, I defame you on cyber space for the whole world to see.]

This is rather pointless because nobody really knows EVERY SINGLE one of the people I am about to talk about. Except maybe Dot la, but even she would be too blur to recognize them. Even KaevoNoodolAss doesn’t know who person #6 is. :P

Person #6
One of the first few people I’ve talked to in college. We met on the first day itself in the library, he was with some of his friends. On first impression, I thought he was the kind who didn’t bother with people who had a lame sense of humour (i.e., me). I somehow developed a juvenile crush on him which lasted for… what, 3 months? It was very scary then. I was 16 and I was obsessed. -_- You can find me talking about him in my January 2005 archive. The names I used aren’t real names by the way. *rolls eyes*

I then started to see his real side and it was very sweat for me because he was totally……

Sweat-y. He is now quite a good friend and he is actually lame-r than me.

Person #5
This person is from an independent school too. He had a terrible temper and classmates wouldn’t dare approach him because he would snap very easily and bite their heads off.

I was practically the only person in class who could take his tantrums. He was the sole 21 year old in a class of 18 year olds. But that doesn’t make his more-childish-than-thou attitude justifiable. -_- He was [still is, I bet] more childish than me la. Haiyo.

One day, things turned sour between us because he was trying to call me when I specifically told him not to. I was watching anime and I was in a bad mood. He tried calling over and over and over again and I kept accidentally receiving his calls [which I abruptly ended after accidentally receiving] because I was also deleting messages at the same time. He then sent me this message

Who the hell are you? What do you think you’re doing? We’re not friends anymore.

And I’m like

Okay lor. [Of course la, if not what you want me to say?]

He seriously stopped talking to me. I think it was really rich of him to do that because I was the only person who bothered to spare time for him. Among the things he made me do [and which I actually layan-ed him and did, stupid Michelle!] involved:

1. Going down aaaaaaaaalll the way from Subang to KL because his house was under renovation and he couldn’t study and he needed a quiet place to study and he knew of a place in KL and he NEEDED my help in chemistry.

2. Getting scolded by him because he wanted me to stay back after college to help him and I wanted to go watch Madagascar. He just REFUSED to let me go out with my other classmates because he wanted me to stay back and teach him chemistry. He started threatening me and I had to use emotional blackmail [the first time and only time I would ever use it] by actually crying IN CLASS [not the wailing kind la, just the tears-welling-in-eyes kind. I didn’t need to do any serious crying because I think the idea of a person like me crying by itself was already enough to scare anybody. Hahah!] to make him let me go [see how low I was willing to stoop to look at long-necked animals in kiddie movies?!?!?!]. He then made me promise to come back straight after the movie ended [which would be around 7 pm] and go straight to the library to teach him. Things got held up and I ended up returning to college later. HE THEN MENGAMUK-ED AT ME LIKE IT WAS MY FAULT FOR WASTING HIS TIME. Oei. You’re the one asking for my help la, I AM NOT OBLIGED TO HELP YOU. Nevertheless, I apologized profusely and taught him what I could.

3. Staying back after college even after I was dead-tired so that I could help him set up his stupid Friendster account. I told him that I wanted to go home, and he was like “哦，你酱啦，帮我一下罢了也不可以啦?” (Translation: Oh, you like that la, help me a bit also cannot la?”) and again I started feeling bad and I stayed back to help him. ARGH

Etc etc.

In case any of you get the wrong idea, NO, I did not have any crushes on this guy. I just thought of him as a very good friend la, even though he was the only party who was reaping the benefits of MY friendship. *rolls eyes*

He then tried to get the whole class to stage a mutiny against me. Most of the people knew he was talking crap and just agreed with him to shut him up. Lazy to go into details la. So much drama. *shakes head*

Person #4

Hmm. Okay. Um. I wouldn’t have talked to this person much if some of my closest friends hadn’t told me that he liked me.

We both watched Bleach and he used to call himself Kurosaki Ichigo and me Kuchiki Rukia. *cringes* Hahahaha.

Later, when he found out that I knew about him liking me, he would then try to “save face” by telling the whole world that I called him to ask him whether he liked me [which SO did not happen, who does he think I am? WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS?!]. He would also tell the whole world that I misunderstood and he was actually talking about another Michelle [read previous remark].

Yeah right la. So no balls.

Person #3

HOR. THINKING ABOUT THIS PERSON ALSO MAKE ME GERAM LIAO. I think he wanted to emulate the world’s most famous dictator [as shown clearly in his email address] and he thought about “dominating” [THOSE WERE HIS EXACT WORDS] 0501PM4. THE AUDACITY.

There were some very weird dynamics between us. Hahah!

The three of us (me, Joshua, him) were at the top of the class [but I was out of the picture by the 3rd semester… =/] and Joshua was the modest kind who was a nice guy and so this person didn’t disturb him. THEN HE SUDDENLY DECIDED TO MAKE IT HIS LIFE’S MISSION TO COMPARE EVERYTHING HE DID TO ME. Walao. No life la!!!

He would have LOTS of things to say during classes, ESPECIALLY DURING BIO. He would go like “Um, Miss Ho, is it true that….?” And every time she confirmed his answers, he would go like “*snap fingers* YES!!!!!!!!!!!”

SERIOUS LA. DON’T BELIEVE GO FIND 0501PM4 PEOPLE AND ASK!!!

I remember one day when our bio lecturer was about to discuss some of the AS questions. He. LITERALLY. bunny hopped from his usual seat in the second row to the teacher’s table to confer with the lecturer privately la!!!

And after EVERY bio quiz, he would turn around and go like “Michelle, what did you get?!” [This happened for bio only, THANK GOD, because it was my best subject and it was the only subject at which he could not beat me. Bio and thinking skills la.]

It got so bad that even my bio lecturer couldn’t take it and started picking on him specifically, asking him questions which he wouldn’t know how to answer [people super mugger ma, don’t know how to use brain wan.]. She would then direct the same question to me and I would have the pleasure of making him look stupid!! XD XD XD [not that it ACTUALLY stopped him. Heh.]

ONE MORE THING. Haiyo, I cannot stop talking about him already man. HE THINK HIS ENGLISH SO GREAT LA. [people from IMU: YES!!! LIKE YOUR DEAREST!! But his English was actually better than dearest’s la.] AND HE WOULD CONSTANTLY SLAP EVERYBODY WITH HIS ENGLISH RESULTS.

He didn’t do any of that to me, HE WOULDN’T DARE. HE CAN’T EVEN ARGUE WITH ME. [point to note: I somehow come up with the best arguments when he tries to argue with me.]

He was once harassing Victor by spamming on his cBox. One of the comments he wrote: “You think your English very good issit? If yes then bring out your ielts and show la, don’t talk so much.” WALAO. (*&^&@^^&%$@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Among the quotations he is most well known for:

“I WILL DOMINATE PM4!!!” <– MSN Nickname for some time “I already made a vow at the Taoist temple that I won’t touch DoTA until the end of A2!” [he was seen playing DoTA even before A2 started.]

“People should eat more pork. Pork makes people smarter. I eat a lot of pork.” [I am speechless.]

“I do not respect people who talk too much and don’t do anything. I hate arrogant people.” [Eh, hello, got look in mirror anot? Self-disrespect very bad for your already unhealthy self-esteem wan leh.]

“I look down on people who just study all day and memorise things and don’t think. There is no point in memorizing everything and scoring in exams.” [Wah. Brudder. WHO is the one who studies from 8 am to 11 pm EVERY WEEKEND ah? Go toilet also must bring textbook some more? I study less than a quarter of the amount you study also I never lose to you hor.]

Etc etc

He is now doing law at LSE. My condolences to LSE. He can barely argue with me and he wants to become a LAWYER. Aiyo, God bless the judicial system of the country that he’s gonna work in.

Person #2

This is a person in close allegiance with Person #3 and a former close friend. There is nothing much to say about him except that he has a TWISTED MENTALITY.

Somehow I seemed to be able to read him very well. O.O

The reason things turned bad was that I started being friends with this person he was constantly b*tching about to me. My guess is that he thought that I would tell that person everything he told me [I didn’t, FYI] and so he thought that he would protect himself before I could do any harm.

Sad and pathetic, but TRUE.

The only reason he is remotely worth a mention is because he is like practically surgically attached to the singular most important person to me evereverever in college.

That, and the fact that he was still smiling and talking to me, pretending like things never happened while secretly backstabbing me in the open.

He is also a psychotic obsessive stalker, but that’s none of my business because it wasn’t me that he was stalking.

Last but DEFINITELY NOT LEAST [no defaming of this person either]

Person #1

*sigh*sad smile*

Although things [obviously] did not turn out right, I am happy that I got to know this person.

I first started talking to him by lending him my Math notes because he couldn’t copy them in time. [I took Math notes in the first week of college. ONLY. Hahah!]

He was very shy but we started to hang out more as time passed. Soon we were inseparable. I was well known for my laugh when college started and it would be the only thing that would thoroughly entertain him and he would always be trying to make me laugh.

We shared the same sense of humour and we would crack each other up like nobody else’s business. :D

After college, we would go to the library where we would talk [this is actually a small miracle because he is the studious, good boy kind – an antithesis of yours truly :P] and I would laugh at his reactions when he saw certain classmates he was “scared” of.

He would repeat, many times later, that he was “scared” of girls because they were all very “scary” [i.e., he thought that the whole female population was madly in love with him and they were all stalking him]. He didn’t talk to any girls in class besides me and I was one of his closest friends. I was proud in a twisted way because I thought I had managed to get through his impenetrable, girl-repellent armour.

Being the self-proclaimed sports freak that he was, he dislocated his knee while he was playing tennis. He messaged me from the hospital to tell me that he would not be able to go to college the next day because he would have to get a knee brace and crutches. HOWEVER I saw him limping to class the next morning.

How very like the goody two shoes in him. -_-

This was when we started getting closer. He would not be able to go to the library because they wouldn’t allow crutches [WHAT’S THE LOGIC BEHIND THAT?!] and so he had to hang out at other places. He stayed in the hostel and like me, he didn’t like going back home too early.

I did what I could to help him, most of which involved just being with him wherever he wanted to go. People stared and the most I could do was to share his indignation when people tried to look at him discreetly but failed.

We did many things together [because his butt was finally detached from library furniture!!!]: go to Mr. George’s chemistry tuition, make cutting comments on snippets of conversations we overheard from passing strangers, laugh at each other’s pool-playing skills [he looked like a pro even from the first time he played, but I couldn’t possibly admit it, could I? :P], play foosball [he screamed like a GIRL every time he made a shot -_-], fight over the last copy of library books we both wanted to borrow, talk about his farm where 12 watch-geese made rounds around the compound every night and how he liked drinking milk, especially that which came from his farm, apple juice and chocolate milk drinking competitions (-_-!!!), him zha-ing me about how I would never be able to hold chopsticks correctly while he could etc etc

I still owe him fried ice-cream. =

We stopped talking because he found out that I liked him more than a friend, from somebody else who found out by deduction. [I wouldn’t have told him ever because I know the kind of person he is and I didn’t want to lose him as a friend.]

Things turned ugly and there were many things that he would do in the space of a year that would leave me broken. I never really got stronger again because after a few times I didn’t see the point of piecing myself together when I would be breaking in the same place over and over again.

I would also learn about letting myself be totally vulnerable to another person even though said person knew and didn’t hesitate to make full use of it.

Oh well. ‘Tis better to have loved and lost than have never loved at all!

:)

That entry, people, may have shed some light onto my now-slightly-dysfunctional personality! XD

Okay lah. ‘Til next time! :D

PS. If ANY of the people I have mentioned somehow decide to come to my blog and cari pasal with me by spamming my comments [which I HIGHLY doubt they will do, because they KNOW that they won’t be able to make any sense and comments = permanent records of what they have said] OR by spamming my cBox [very high probability, look at what they did to Victor’s cBox!], I will:

1. Copy and paste what they said and zha them NICELY, ONE BY ONE, while disclosing even MORE information about them in another entry

2. Delete the entries from my cBox.

You want attention ma right? You want then I mai give you lor! :)

Don’t say you weren’t warned. You KNOW I am very capable of doing what I said I’ll do and you VERY WELL know that if I actually bother zha-ing you, you won’t be able to zha me back and you will end up looking very stupid in front of the whole cyber world! ;)