All In The Same Boat

I used to think I'm the unluckiest person on earth; being a 24-to-be but still don't get to prove anything in life. I know I am hell ignorant. I care less for others who struggle more than I do but they don't seem to make a big fuss out of everything. They don't rant around raising people's attention like me.

WAIT. I don't rant around, too. Well, sometimes, I have a penchant to talk about it with the loved ones. Is it a wrong thing to do?

Nonetheless, while browsing around the net, I came across a doozy quote that makes me feels much better in finding my feet. He who had said this must be a very great person himself. Well, at least, his quote sets me at ease.

"Would you like me to give
you a formula for success?

It's quite simple, really.

Double your rate of failure. You are thinking

of failure as the enemy of success. But it isn't at all.

You can be discouraged by failure or

you can learn from it.
So go ahead and make mistakes.

Make all you can.
Because remember that's where
you will find success."

- Thomas J. Watson

I guess anything we do will grant us another level of maturity through stages  called 'the learning processes'. There's nothing right or wrong in making decisions for every wrong step comes the right lesson.

I'm learning to struggle, beautifully and gracefully.

Irony

Okay, here's the thing. I am not good in compiling programs. I have a hard time understanding some logical reasons behind every code and why they are written like that. I have, like, thousands of silly questions to be asked to the person who taught me before I could say "Oh, I get it". Now that I've choose to engage myself in this war of object-oriented programming, I'm pretty much ambivalent whether I will survive this battle as much as I enjoyed figuring out ways to overcome the uncertainty in handling the Debit and the Credit thing.

A snippet from my Java Programming book.

Yes, it's true. I came from non-CS background where most of the things I deal with were numbers, papers and calculating instruments. However, I do know how to code. I mean, most of the time, I do get my codes working correctly as I wanted; displaying the predicted output but they were only temporary. I fail to act like a sponge and ended up being a loser hours later. I forgot every explanation told by the lecturer in the lab as I stared helplessly at my laptop's screen 4 hours later in my room, trying to compile a freaking simple program that a nine years old kid like him could easily compile in less than 20 seconds.

I'm not the kind of girl who easily fall short of herself. Whenever my mind pulls a 'STOP' signboard to a certain unacceptable input and that I can't solve it alone, I let people help me see things clearly so that I could find the key to unlock the idea myself. It was always motivating to do so but not this time. Here's what I keep getting whenever I said I'm not good with programming:

"You are a Software Engineering student... Duh?"

How irony. I think I do fall short of myself this time.

Mere Entertainment

“Teringinnya nak pekena Teh Ais!”

“Nak gi makan ke lepas ni, babe?”

“Tak nak makan, tapi nak Teh Ais.”

One of the girls' answer made us crack up. It was 11 p.m. when I was walking with two of my girlfriends in a place not far from our home. Three hours of helplessly walking around looking for, at least, something worth buying will surely made one fall onto a complete exhaust, especially when you ended up spending your cash on... nothing.

The visit to a petrol station’s long queued toilet around the area completes the mission, regardless to the condition of the room which was, you know, a little bit unfavorable. Well, at least for us, lasses. We are these so-called vulnerable species best known to be having extraordinary crush to any kind of mirror, best explains why toilets are our favorite spot. That's why they need to look, urm, pretty much pretty themselves.

Not to be missed a few instant flirting activities done by the male sellers with the girls while hoping for these lads to lower the price of the selling items in return to their fake turn ons, not at least to a complete RM5 off. This is where the famous line would be used:

"Tak boleh kurang lagi ke bang?"

It is pretty ironic when you dressed up as if you are going for a serious Platinum card holder shopping at the Pavilion Kuala Lumpur but later find your well-fumed body started to generate massive sweat especially under the armpits while struggling yourself amidst the aggressive shoppers and normal commotion of which you won't care much at one of the popular pro-budget shopping heavens called the uptown or downtown markets, where neon lights and small-sized canopies made of PVC are very symbolic.

"Jom pekena teh ais!"

So it was time to leave the place for the sake of the thirst quencher. Yes, we are ordinary Malaysian people who enjoy the goodness of very cheap sales. Well, maybe just at that time, we weren't really into buying things. Just the scenario of the place itself best entertain us. Lo and behold but yes, this intangible excitement has somehow evolved into an inconceivable hobby among Malaysians. It just happens to be another form of a mere entertainment, though.

What kind of scenario? Well, go there and figure out yourself!

P.s. Yours truly is also a fan of these kind of spots... especially when the sun disappears. Sometimes, she drove to Danau Kota Uptown market with RM10 in her pocket just to kill boredom.

The Danau Kota uptown night market, Kuala Lumpur.

Funny

“Funny-lah kau ni. Kau tak rasa rugi ke?”

“Rugi? Sebab apa?” I asked her back. She was crossing her hands; her right palm was glued around her Nokia, tight. Dangly phone accessories were left hanging like a ponytail out of her hand. It was very typical; the scenario of her holding the overly decorated cell phone everywhere she goes. Anybody who had been with her for a minimum 30 minutes would notice how impossible for this lass to live without the technology wrapped on her fingers 24/7.

The Wonder Girls performing "Nobody"

“I want nobody, nobody but you! I want nobody, nobody but you!”

I was waiting for her point for asking me about the state of being regretful to something when she glanced at her newly received text message. She red every word and replied them fast. How did I knew it was a text message? Her Korean message alert tone, of course. The famous song from the Wonder Girls entitled “Nobody”. The song had been let to administer her SMS function since, I don't know, ages?

“Tu,” she finally said, her finger pointed out to the only book on my hands after she finished. “Kau memang minat benda-benda macam tu ek?”

“Owh... Ni ke?” I retorted, showing to her the front cover of the RM19.50 book. She nodded and laughed cynically.

“Babe, kau ni macam dah tak ada life. Belilah fashion mags ke, love novels ke...”

I raised one eyebrow; just a cliché expression I made whenever I don't feel like entertaining something too much. She was not the first to say so. There were some others who had pretty much said the same thing, too. Some who knew I have a huge crush on these kind of reading materials. The one they often referred to as "weird readings" for a person of my age.

Yadda, yadda, yadda.

“I want nobody, nobody but you! I want nobody, nobody but you!”

“Jap,” she warned while she red the text message again. This time she replied a longer text. Right before she gets to send the message, the Korean song filled the air again before it replayed, alerting on the two messages she received. Lucky we were in the MPH book store, not a library. The volume of the tone would sure storm a librarian right away. She giggled at the presence of her messages before she replied them excitedly. Her face was expressing as if she had won herself a BMW.

The hell I'm going to wait for these things to over.

I put aside the book and took the one next to it, put it on top of the first book and slowly grabbed them both to the counter. She followed. I stole a look at her and she was still happily texting. Boy, she was really gay. You should see her face. Even I lost interest in SMS-ing two years ago when Facebook became phenomenal. Anyways, was she aware that her annoying message alert tone is no longer on any radio charts? When she was done with her business, I re-started our conversation.

“Funny-lah kau ni. Kau tak rasa rugi ke?”

She frowned.