Summer holiday is…

I almost forgot what’s the meaning of holiday. Thanks to incompetent &*($*#@ who keeps me busy and dejected, I am fully occupied this summer.

Unfortunately… or rather, fortunately… I got blocked from accessing my SMU online services. Including email.

So as I wrote this, I pray for my puny little 100mb mailbox has not yet overflown. I remember at least its 75% filled with various horrible things worthy of damnation.

However, detaching myself from the inbox is ain’t half bad.

For the first time during summer holiday, I know what is summer. Relaxing, enjoying myself, ‘karoke’ing, watching not-so-original DVD film featuring one of my favorite Drew Barrymore and  living my day to the fullest like there is tomorrow and, like what you might have realized, blogging!
Maybe I should redefine holiday.

Summer holiday is when you could legally detached yourself from your email inbox.

Quite apt.

NEXT: How to sabo your enemy. The SMU way.

On my status and my remarks

Yes I am still alive – bit bogged down thanks to incompetent b*$+*^% who could not do his job properly.

Nevertheless, my blog is already one year old *clap2* I am so proud except for the fact that I could not address it on time (June 12th).
Let see what I have missed. My last term result, my trip to India, my summer activities. Wow I really got plenty of material to write. Too bad… somehow I feel like I am a big magnet that attract many spineless j*%^s that pull down my performance.
Ok. Just like what my respectable Desai used to say “never agonizes people” I shall refrain from ostracizing people no matter how attractive the prospect might be.

Instead, allow me to digress to another topic. (I could hear Della said “red herring!!!”)

Some group people always says that my remarks are rather sharp and unpleasant. I could not deny that I could not please anyone but let me point out to certain category of descriptions that I often throw to many people inclusive of but not limited to my sister (real), my pseudo sisters, certain guys who want to wear more decent clothes and some people who are related to some form of dance groups and some of my other friends.
The remark usually revolves around these cluster of words

“dut”

“bul”

“lebar”

“flabby”

“wow… so elastic!”

“one big pack”

“one stack… two stacks… three…”

“whenever you move your arms, you have demonstrated simple harmonic motion perfectly”

“congratz… another serving of high sugar, high cholesterol and low protein meal”

“sack of potato”

“nice try”

“fatty”

“with deepest sympathy for your middle section”

“triglyceride laden”

“not slim”

“illusion”

“with infinite hours at treadmill… maybe…”

“Wow… you make that (drum/pillar/tree/tires) looks small”

“keep dreaming”

and many more

I should stop the list for fearing people will realize the identity of those people which should be kept confidential… as far as possible.

Call me liar but in reality, everyone who has received such remark from me are indeed far from the state of chronic obesity… ok maybe a little. Yet they are still looks fine in my opinion or rather still got some iota of hope of escaping such branding.

For me, I am just trying to motivate them to maintain or improve their state. After all, just like Master Yoda said, “the mind is willing but the flesh is weak” – we all need more motivation.

Ok… so how about people who keep escaping my constructive comments?

Most likely, they are either having perfect (or almost perfect body) or… simply beyond redemption.

For the first category, it is no use to feed their ego. For the second one, well… we are all human.