Sunday, October 28, 2007

Attending a Campaign, Attending TWO Birthday Bashes (literally, BASHes), Answering THAT question and Losing my Bloody Mind.

Attending A Campaign

See, when Bra-man asks if I am free on so-and-so day, I know something is up. But, he being such a funny and nice guy, and me being a soft-hearted bowl of whale-blubber, if he asks me for a favour I'd most likely do it.

Anyway, he asks if I would like to attend the 'A Leader is A Reader' campaign, which was joint-organized by the National Library and glorious UTAR and was the sweat, blood and tears of the PR final year students. It was held just yesterday, Saturday, the 27th of October at 10 am in the morning. So whats the favour, you ask?

Appearantly, he promised a senior he'd rope in 3 JR students (himself included) to attend a mock press conference. So he asked Mr.FCY and me. Mr FCY FFK-ed, btw.

So I thought, erm, hey, why not. It ain't 'Cleaning Saturday' so okay lor, go la. Got free food mah. Then I heard got Book Fair. And since it's sponsored by MPH... Well. Draw your own conclusions. Ehehe.

So I boarded the train, mashed with the mad crowd (it's Saturday, for crying out loud! Stay at home!) and arrived 15 minutes early. Bra-man not there, but no sweat, I was busy watching the crowd growing and listening the slightly O.T.T music playing in the background. By O.T.T, I mean Over The Top. Like all those jiwang terror music you get at official events, not a UTAR event by students.

Anyway. It turns out that it was SO much more fun than I thought. The speeches were kept mercifully short, the games were quite fun though ridiculously ill-planned (the answers were all there for everyone to see), there was even a book fashion show ('models' parading with books in their hands) and some free food. Media (that's me and Bra) get to eat in the VIP room. Kewl.

And I have not even gone to the best part. The goodie bags.

When I arrived, I expected nothing more than some refreshments and a two hours of mind-numbing talks. Then the PR student (I think it was Tan Telur, MZ's house's former tenant) handed me

1) A small red Hotlink backpack
2) A Hotlink paper bag.

She said, "Here is your goodie bag!" and I thought, hey, cool, a small bag and more notebooks (everyone knows notebooks are standard issue at press thingies) then I picked them up and it was heavy.

So, what did I get?

1) Mario Puzo -'The Family' (Mario Puzo is the guy who wrote The Godfather series), hardcover, by the way.

2) FOUR relatively new, popular magazines (as in relatively new issues, it wasn't a March 1986 issue or whatever) of which two were Chinese and so I exchanged with Jonathan G later for Female and Lime.

3) A handphone keychain, toothpaste, two plastic spoons, one small pack of Nescafe coffee beans, National Library notebook, a pen and a Garnier sample size facial wash... and a few vouchers.

Not bad at all for RM 5.80 for transport. No book fair though. :(

It was altogether rather good fun.

Attending TWo Birthday BASHes.

I now have to attend TWO birthday events, not just my dad's, which I do not mind in the least, because it will be in our favourite restaurant, but also my maternal grandfather's 80th birthday 'bash'. My paternal grandfather passed away 7 years ago.

Now, you may think it'll be a mucho grande event, but think again! My relatives are cheapskates! They are all so indulgent in their belief of their own so-called opinions that they can never agree on which restaurant to go to! And so we are down to pot-lucking at my grandfather's PJ house.

I do not like speaking of my relatives so unfavourably; but one cannot deny that horrible relatives are horrible relatives. I envy my friends with normal, nice relatives who come over and help cook and laugh and talk and do their parts. It must be nice to actually have a friendship with your cousins and all.

Answering THAT question

Why do my relatives ask 'So, you got boyfriend already ah?' and give me pretend-sympathetic and pitying looks when I answer 'No'?????

Why do they ask every year even though I repeatedly answer 'No'?

Sometimes, I feel like saying...

'My boyfriend? Oh, I am waiting for him to come out of Maximum Security Prison'.

That'll teach 'em to so busybody. What has it to do with them whether I get hitched or not? And what is with the pity???

As if my life will be humdrum and pointless without a boyfriend. Newsflash: My life is fine, thank you for your concern. My paternal relatives are even better, they always encourage me to go and chase boys and be more outgoing. (I am very quiet at family gatherings, I don't talk at all). I think, 'No thanks, my track record shows I must exercise extreme caution in matters of the heart.'

But I am sure you get it too, my friends. Except for you attached ones. For us singletons, we must simply come up with more creative ways to get pesky relatives off our backs.

Losing my Bloody Mind

With all the procrastination I've been doing. And the immensely boring classes!!!! I only have TWo subjects, and one of them is supposed to be interesting!!!!

Mr. Money is so boring, he makes priests look like circus performers. And priests are about as exciting and interesting as Flobberworms.

Ugh, I say, UGH.

Sigh, anyway, tata my friends....... for now.

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