i was wondering why do law students need to learn about motherboards, system buses, duo-core, 12 kinds of pointing devices, 7 kinds of printers and 20 kinds of source data entry.

i came up with a few reasons:

1. mmu aims to produce all-rounded lawyers who are techonology savvy. even when the computer breaks down, they can fix the computer themselves!

2. (supports point one) we also learn accounting which includes a chapter named (something like) "solicitors' account" so that we don't need accountants too!

3. i'm in MULTIMEDIA university :))))

4. even if we drop out or we get tired of being a lawyer we can make it in another sector (yay me aren't you jealous etc).

5. the government probably wants all local varsities to produce students familiar with the rapid advancement of this information techonology era. it's just a standard procedure.

learn it or DIE.

i'm going to english class. i feel like daughtry!! i'll be free whole of next week. i know you want to see my face right right right right right? :D gotta go to class byebye

my sabah classmate mark rosaidey!

dear fellow mmu students, particularly those who frequently eat in ixora food court, in case you didn't realize, there's a new stall selling grilled sets. here are the comments:

jeff: my chicken chop.

jo: omg, so small.

(imagine fifty cents is the plate, one cent is the chicken)

jo: how much is it?

jeff: five fifty.

mark: FIVE FIFTY?! three bucks for the plate is it?

jeff: i'll never buy anything from that stall ever again.

mahen: that's not even chicken chop, that's chick chop lah!

Once upon a time, a girl named Joanne fell in love with the vege bitter gourd.

She wished for bitter gourd every single night until one day the God of Bitter Gourd told her "Every time you want some, close your eyes and think of it. I'll supply you with a lifetime supply of bitter gourd provided you eat every piece I give you with all your heart, no matter how bitter or salty they may taste".

She agreed.

Promises mean everything, when you're little and the world's so big. I just don't understand how you can smile with all those tears in your eyes and tell me everything is wonderful now.

I'm supergirl.

i am hereby certified by leong kwan yi as:

the queen of randomness.

i have 7 housemates. one of them is evan. she sayangs me the most. :) the other day while we were interacting in the hallway in the apartment to improve our sisterlyhood, her phone rang.

smack that, get on the floor, smack that, give me some mohello

she picks up the phone and starts talking to this senior. i decided to bath. therefore, i turned on the bathroom lights. next, i went to take a fresh set of clothes from my closet.

i didn't bath for the next 8 minutes.

when i went back to the bathroom, i saw evan simultaneously talking on her phone and fixing her hair in MY bathroom (we have two, hers is the another one). i put my face next to hers.

and realize how sepet i am etc.

i stared at her but she continued to stand there playing with her hair and staring at her own reflection. i started playing with her eyelashes.

we remained that way for 5 minutes.

then i started to get cranky. i stood out of the bathroom. i poked her. "oi, i want to bath". she came to realization and went to talk in her own bathroom.

the end.

you're never fully dressed without a smile :)

what is more annoying? people bragging they have studied or people who repeatedly deny it when they obviously did?

the elevator

or as we call it, the lift. at the ixora apartment, we have two blocks. one belongs to the guys and one belongs to the girl. they are guards guarding at the lifts. each block has 3 lifts.

i stay on the 13th floor.

on the second week the lift of the girls block went crazy and, as extremely stupid it may sound, girls started gossiping about the haunted lift that wont shut close.

"psst, the first lift right? don't use after midnight, it's haunted"

wtf. apparently the lift couldn't take it anymore and decided not to close to annoy all the people in the lift. it's not so bad if there were a few person in the lift. we'll probably laugh it off.

but if there were only TWO. *cricket chirps*

and if there were 8 person you don't need me to elaborate. the lift is not air-conditioned so you can imagine how stuffy it is. plus, if someone farts (which hasn't happen yet),

it's annoying embarrassing smelly.

first week, most of us don't know each other and are freshly exposed to the concept of taking the lift. most of us will look at the information bar above the door at the level numbers till we reach.

it's really kinda silly.

but i did that too. we all did. there's a cctv in the lift so it's quite entertaining for the guard. after awhile i started staring at the wall instead trying to be freaky. or i fidget with my keys.

some people still do that now.

especially when i'm alone with them. it's like body language: "come on lah, faster reach!". do i look like i eat people? this is getting long right? i haven't vent my anger. wait, i'm getting there.

speaking of cctv.

how annoying is that? you can't press all the numbers in the lift to annoy the people entering the lift. other than that, you can't fix your bra or pick your nose even if it's necessary.

why was i angry?

i had an exam at 8pm and i was rushing back to take my sweater at exactly 8.50pm. then these few girls came along with me into the lift. i wished so hard "please stay at higher than 13th floor"

they pressed 9, 11, 12, 15.

i almost exploded and splat my juice over their happy little faces. i rushed back into the lift like a really busy person and prayed that the lift didn't stop on the way down but of course it did.

THREE times.

the third time i really wanted to slap the two girls. i have always thought it was unnecessary to take the lift if you stay on the first floor.

EH. TAKE. THE. STAIRS.

plus it was going DOWN. i stomped out the lift. they must have thought i was crazy but hey, i was just in time for my exam. this has been a long, mean, meaningless complain.

you have been a wonderful audience.

i couldn't find the ladies.

mango girl and kawaii housemates.

housemates evan and xin yi

roommate chi yuen and housemate yan shan.

this is siraj the beast.

he bought me a balloon at jonker street ;)

my voodoo cupid.

i'll show you when you come to my place :]

ixora lobby.

vice versa.

Joanne had a crush on this pretty white apple macbook.

Joanne wants to wear a baju kurung to campus!!

alert me when there's a sale on baju kurung in jusco melaka. i saw puteri 30% off the other day. all i want is this one pretty baju kurung. pretty pretty please? i'll wear it one day every week i promise :/

the guard and the card.

once upon a time, a girl named Joanne shifted into a place called ixora apartment. initially, she was amazed by its cleaniness. however, she later found out there is more than meets the eye.

she secretly hated the management and lived happily ever.

the guard.

unlike jess, i do not have a secret obsession of referring myself as the third party. i do however reserve my lawful rights to whine. firstly, the people from the aparment's management work very slowly.

they make us wait like we got nothing better to do.

like hello. i got class in one hour and i haven't ate my lunch. like hello, i need to rush the softener to the dobby shop in exactly 16 minutes (i failed the latter).

plus, they are not friendly.

they act like hey ho, i'm elder than you and i'm the management. bow down to me. ixora has this cool access card device thingamagic like touch 'n go.

the *beep* thing.

the card.

maybe you think the constant beeping is annoying but truth is, the annoying thing is you have to submit a passport size photo and they take forever to complete them.

like *beep* man.

and what's more annoying than that is the black indian security guard who keeps asking me where's my access card (we have to walk through the guard house without the card). i'm not racist or anything but let me rephrase in case you missed it etc.

the black. indian. security. guard.

it's not my fault the management takes forever to create a stupid access card. like hello. i'm an mmu student. i'm like super-cyber-multimedia-fantastic-computer-information-technology-savvy.

i'm like superman or something.

tell me ONE reason why should i put up with this? okay fine. technically it was a little my fault because i submitted the passport photo two days late but only because i loathe waiting.

i waited in total 45 minutes.

and that was only twice. imagine if i have to deal with them everyday i'd spend 1/3 of my life in that stupid office. oh yeah, i'm straying out of the topic. back to that security guard. first time:

miss, where's your card?

so i told him it's not done yet. he asked me why. WHY?!! like hello. i'm superman but i'm not buddha-jesus-allah. so being a polite mmu student i kindly explained to him. the next day:

where's your card?

annoyed, i being all mmustudentlike told him politely (again) it wasn't ready yet. then he asked me this, "then why are you stay here"?

i was gonna start cursing.

it's kinda ironic he's asking me that. why are you working at the gaurdhouse then? by the way he's really dark. as in. black. i'm not being racist or anything. so i told him:

why are you so black?

of course i didn't lah, why would i say that. like hello. i'm an mmu student. so i kap hei and fu hei, and told him i waited half an hour and all and they told me it isn't ready etc.

i FINALLY got my card yesterday.

i almost exploded into billions of chunks of fresh meat when i saw the card. i'll upload the picture soon. it's not really because the picture looks all orbituary, i can accept that. but this:

Name: LOKE YI HWA JOANNE
NRIC: 890620-11-5368

*beep*

two of my housemates left for home. they left us two mangoes they bought from jusco (who goes all the way to jusco to buy mangoes and sunkist oranges and apples?!!) with a note that says:

please eat the mango. if not the mango will rosak! very sayang o!

cute lah. sometimes i ask myself why did i take law? it's pretty ironic. before deciding which course to choose, all i could say was "i love math" and occasionally "i like physics".

yet, here i am.

among a bunch or people who either dislikes math, hates math or suck in math. my classmate tapped 10000-6000 into her calculator. twice. i feel like it's such a waste to not major in my interest. sometimes i console myself:

jo, uni math is real tough.

i heart dq.

i miss dq.

dq is mine.

rawr.

FIRST, the mandarin international debate. THEN, the mph merdeka contest. NOW, i'm informing you about the BIGGEST IT EVENT EVER in melaka. BEHOLD:

IT FAIR 2007

MMU MELAKA

6th-8th JULY

EXAM HALL

and i'm in the working commitee, hah! although i basically do nothing but sit at the counter at the entrance/exit watching people. i might try to get a shift selling F&N.

sounds fun.

if you stay in melaka, walk here! if you stay in selangor, drive here! if you stay in singapore, fly here! i'll be doing my first ever article for the student's publication board soon. wish me luck.

it's my first step towards the pulitzer prize.

i was gonna go on talking about the annoying lift at my apartment but i'll save it for tomorrow or something. i'm gonna go to the exam hall of MMU Melaka to play my part at the IT Fair.

have you played yours?

我接著寫 把永遠愛你寫進詩的結尾

did i mention how big a jay chou fan i am?

i'm a total sucker for romantic, sweet little things guys do for girls. and jay chou is uber talented in mesmerizing young girls with his beautiful lyrics.

白色风车
Bai Se Feng Che
White Windmills

词: 周杰伦
lyrics: Jay Chou

曲: 周杰伦
music: Jay Chou

我背你走到最后 能不能不要回头
你紧紧地抱住我 说你不需要承诺

你说我若一个人会比较自由
我不懂你说什么 反正不会松手

我背你走到最后 能不能别想太多
会不会手牵着手 晚一点再到尽头?

i like jay chou. i like apple juice. i like asparagus. i like fishballs. and like i said previously, i like talking, reading and memorizing. if only i were:

reading on a bench and jay chou walks by and he talks to me and he starts singing his songs with pretty, pretty, giler romantic lyrics (which i memorized etc) and then we go for fishballs and asparagus and he buys me we share a cup pail of apple juice. :D

oh yeah, by the way people, mph's organizing this writing competition. somehting about a typical day of a malaysian. check it out on their site.

it's not as easy as it sounds. so far i've came out with this, mentally.

"Being a true Malaysian, I set my alarm to ring EXACTLY half an hour before my class. The nano-second i wake up, I would realize I'm a Malaysian. It's like programmed in my head or something.

Not only am I a Malaysian, I'm a hardcore Malaysian. Thus, rationally I snooze my alarm about a gazillion times. The moment I (really) wake up, I instantly count the probability of me being late which usually ranges between 90% and 100%.

Then I'll rush to the bathroom with my towel around my neck, my toothbrush shoved in my mouth and if i got some larger business to do, today's newspaper will be safely tucked under my armpit.

More often than not, I reach school a little late. More often than not , I'm not the latest, and therefore I am sometimes considered punctual. This is the principle of Malaysian timing.

Sometimes the teacher would call out my name. My name varies from Joanna to LockYiHwa, but the most common of all is JOR-anne.

After class, I occasionally take a ride to the nearest shop for good Malaysian food. Sitting in the car, I would hide my hands away from the sun.

Averagely the person driving would yell "DON'T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE AR?" about 5 times and "YOU THINK THIS IS YOUR GRANDFATHER'S ROAD AR?" once or twice.

Besides honk, you'll also catch drivers flipping the finger sometimes. If the passengers are cooperative, many fingers will be seen at the same time. People call this gempak.

During lunch, we talk about what we talk about. Although Malaysians are super unique, guys will still talk about football and girls will still talk about shopping. Except we do it all in Manglish.

"Eh, you got park properly anot? Never mind wan lah, we eat very fast wan hor."

We comfort each other no matter what race we are, because Malaysia is a multi-racial country. Sometimes when we finish lunch the driver will jump up and run to his car.

He will then come back with RM50 missing from his wallet mysteriously.

After lunch, we go to class or to the mall or we study, because we are university students and without a degree we might end up driving one of the BIGGEST vehicle around - Alam Flora's garbage truck.

Dinner will be similiar to lunch. After dinner, a typical Malaysian would watch TV or start preparing supper so he or she will be able to eat again two hours later. It's like a hobby except it's so common it's like a widespread epidemic zomg!

Youngsters like me will surf the net and join competitions like this because we love Malaysia and therefore deserve to win this contest. :] Thank you."

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