Filed under: random
The good thing about this blog is that the readership is very small and most of the people who drop by are people I know. Some get here because I personally told them the address, some get here through another blog and a handful get here through a search portal.
So which one of you is responsible for the last search ah? I halal ok. Alas, my moniker does not make me a unique and beautiful snowflake on this world wide web because it is made up of two same sound syllables (alliteration!) and is favoured by a lot of Malay girls. If you’re one of those who love to click on entries with more than 1 comment, you would notice that as it is, there is another Nana lurking around here. She’s also somewhere in this picture harhar!
Filed under: rant
You will always run headlong into a bunch of choices and whichever route you decide on, you hope it was a right choice that you made. It was a toss between a lesser loan burden upon graduation or 2 extra modules and a chance to travel some of the most interesting places in mainland Southeast Asia. I picked the first option and it pains me a lot to type out the rejection letter to the programme coordinator but ah well. I was told, fuck it just take a loan who cares, you will have a degree and you can earn enough to repay the loans. The thing is, I am completely and solely accountable for every single thing that I signed for in uni and there is no fat bank account to cushion my fall in the even that I fail to clear the loans. Another thing is that I do not want to constantly be in debt. I would want to work my ass off and then be happy in knowing that at the end of the month when I collect my paycheck, 3/4 of it is not going to go to clearing my debts. Most importantly, I am taking into consideration the situation at home. I am pretty sure my mother is sick of working and I’m she would appreciate some help in settling the bills. By the time I start working, that brat of a sister of mine will probably be in polytechnic or something and I have decided that I am going to pay for her education so that number 1, I have the right to give her a flying kick when she does badly and secondly so that my mother doesn’t have to work so hard. So yeah, I gave up a great opportunity and I really hope I made the right choice.
It’s the concept of subsistence security, to earn enough to survive. A few hundred years ago, the same concept was in place when the rural poor struggled for survival in a situation where economic pressures kept pushing them down to the furthest rung of the income ladder. Goes to show that some things never change and shit will always happen.
Also, maybe I should go to see my MP and ask why is it that when I was working, SINDA and Mendaki deducted money from my pay but when I asked them for help regarding my uni fees, the former said they don’t have a tertiary fund and they are catered to help Indians only and I am technically only 1/4 Indian and the latter said that they can’t help me because although I speak Malay, look Malay, listen to mat rock songs, enjoy sitting in a corner smoking and all that typical mat-minah stuff, they can’t help me either because I am identified officially as a Malayalee in my identification card. Way to go, what a way to make me feel like an alien in my own country of birth. I’m sure my MP will be willing to help since his allowance is set to increase and so he has no reason to run off to the private sector, hence he can continue serving the people especially the ones in his constituency.
Filed under: rant
Livejournal is where I
1) blog in private
2) read my friends’ private entries
3) do my online shopping
4) get my daily fix of gossips
So when I get a fucking error code 403 Forbidden when I try to access the website, it really really puts me in a foul mood. What the hell is this stupid error, why is it like that and most importantly, how the FUCK do I solve this blasted thing? I am so irritated, I feel like reformatting my laptop RIGHT NOW but I don’t know where are all the necessary cds and I am too lazy to search for it tonight. If somebody can give me clear instructions to help me solve this 403 cocksucking thing, I will buy you a cheeseburger.
