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My life is complete once again, after suffering for three weeks without the Internet. It's like watching porn ...only it's drawn in stick people. Life without the Internet is meaningless.

I am SO BORED that I took out my tutorial question, finished it, lent it to my course mates to copy the answer. BACK IN TARC I DIDN't EVEN BOTHER TO COPY.

Ok enough bout studies.

How do I exactly feel right now.
I am kinda lonely I guess.
Never really have a time to settle down and think bout it.
Well in this semester I have only 2 major assignments which both of them I fairly experienced in.
Since I am starting all over again in Year 1 Sem 1 again. It will be a loooooonnnnnngggg way.

What the heck i thought I said enough about studies =_=.

Kay' here's some good news for the readers if I even have one now. I now have a brand new PSP 2000, so I will be covering some games on this major selling handheld portable console.

Maybe I will show it off later. Muahaha.

If anyone is curious how's life in Kampar I can tell you it's bloody peaceful.. a bit too peaceful for me actually.

My home and the University takes only 3 minutes drive. Yes. 3 Minutes.
But what sad was due to my shitty luck, I failed in balloting a parking sticker for Linda(car).

An unsuccessful attempt of getting the parking will lead you to the sun's heat and ray mercy. For me I don't really mind having a dark skin.

AND Yes, BALLOT. WHO THE HELL DRAW LOTS FOR PARKING. Do parking stickers looks like wheel of fortune to you? It should be first come first basis, and who the hell needs to queue up and wait for a certification date for certifying your documents. I'll tell you who UTAR does.

Okay everything is new here actually, the frustration, the weather, the studies, the tutors, the lectures, the bikes, the cow dung, and the people.

Good thing in UTAR you don't meet any LALA around but alot of cyclist. Which it's been bugging my mind why does everyone needs to have a basket like aunty that hunt for vegetables in the morning market. Pink colored bike, cycled by a boy, with a basket infront of the stering. It's like kissing a boy. Twice! and being oked in the butt thrice! and eating two hots dogs in a chili dog.

Security Guard in UTAR is err...errr..what is the word.... not PR-ABLE. Ben's usual speech talk won't work in UTAR, it's like him trying to talk to his current Chinese media writing tutor. I had never fail entering any tertiary education insitute and this is the first.

SITUATION:

Me: Mau masuk hantar orang boleh a (smile and showing ID)
Idiotic Guard: Apasal? Tak boleh hantar orang punya. (One of the most hideous expressions that I wanted to punch on)

Me: Apasal tak boleh? I am a student, I hantar orang masuk. Mengapa tak boleh?
Idiot Guard: Sebab I cakap tak boleh, you orang cakap mau hantar orang lepas tu masuk dalam parking.
Me: Kalau you biar kita masuk, then kita parking, siapa punya salah?
Idiot Guard: Saya punya salah sebab I kasi you masuk! ( angry tone somemore, shouted somemore.)

Me: (I Snapped) You are just a fucking guard that guard the gates and stopping tresppasers to park inside the area, I showed you my ID, proving that I am a student in UTAR, and you still treat me like a fucking tresppaser, now what is your problem?
Idiot guard who can't keep up with my english: Okay! okay! Keluar balik nanti.

Me: thank you, drives away and reel down the window while popping out a middle finger while honking. *which is so not true because i dun do that*

...........

Even an own dog doesn't bark at his master. Pitiful. This is the so called "utilities and securities" that I paid for.

Hmm...nothing special here actually. Except for the peaceful lifestyle which is something new and the awesomO three minutes drive to uni. That's all.

I ALMOST FINISH MY REVIEW ON FALLOUT 3 ! Grande!

Usual Suspects: I miss you guys man! Really I cant find someone like you guys. I MISS TBR, I shall be back during sem break! wait me! Anything you guys want?

Friends back at KL: All the best!

PS. I have yet to lost weight. xD