Monday, 19 December 2011

Two types of guys


Hey everyone, I was just reading Trifles, a pretty ingenious play written by Susan Glaspell which tells of the trifles or seemingly insignificant details that the women in the play notice. The men on the other hand are condescending in their dialogue and mock the women for their petty problems.

ANYWAY, this got me thinking, are all men like that?

Certainly a few lecturers I have come across...but... ALL men?? I certainly hope not.

Next, I thought of analysing the guys in my class to see what they were like, but then it HIT ME! I had the perfect opportunity to test the theory out.

When the boys in my class play futsal in the evenings, occasionally they don’t have enough players. When they are desperate they call me in to fill up the spot, and later on if people do come, they are too nice to tell me to get out.

Firstly, let me just say,


Just like dancing, I can’t play foot related sports that well, because I was born with poor brain-feet coordination. Yes, you could say I am retarded in that department.

So having a girl PLUS a handicapped player is not what everybody wants but here are two different types of guys that I have played with, and you decide which one you like better. No, I will decide.


Type one, will tell me to stand at the goal post. To just stand there and do nothing, because yes, we all know I’m a liability and may get in the way, BUT STILL... if that is my “JOB” honestly I’d rather jog...

And fine, but sometimes this one will shoot by himself...and if he doesn’t score...OH MY GOODNESS

then I’m like...=.=’’’’ I hate you.


Type 2 also knows that I am hopeless  but will say things like. “Come on Liza tackle, Liza, jaga die, Takpa takpa good try (I shot an own goal)... and at least I feel sort of useful...LOL....and this type of guy passes me the ball because there is a chance that I mIGHTTTT score....

So in life, you don’t want to end up with a man who falls under TYPE 1 who doesn’t think you amount to much, doesn’t think you can do anything and laughs at the fact that you MAY BE physically weaker.
*do I sound like I have been in and out of relationships??* LOL...

Men under type 2 will see your strong points, and let you play the game so to speak...and make you feel better about your self...

I know after reading, ignoring the whole point, my mother will probably call and say “What is this LISS... you playing football with boys??!!? Chehhh.”
and then my mother will ask "you have a boyfriend ah??" "don't lie ah Lizz.."
and then she'll conclude with..."anyway you stick to jogging...don't let anyone see you play football la...chih"

But anyway, my fears are eased because not ALL men are egoistic male chauvinist pigs..

Monday, 12 December 2011

And we're headed for the end of the beginning.

It just dawned on me that after this miserable week of lousy assignments *because they're all in BM* it will be the end of our first Degree year! As in I can say that...


In a way I'm glad that I've kept this blog. It shows how much I've changed since I was 18 pfft....
There have been no mushy posts...till now...much to my mother's relief I'm sure.

I don't know if that change can be called growing up... but I definitely feel like I have.

A while back, my father asked me what I was good at.

Have you been asked by your father , " actually, what are you good at?"

at first i was a bit hurt and annoyed

And I still think there is a MUCH better way of phrasing that question.

However, I realized that I rock at a lot of things! and then it didn't hurt so much anymore.

You see,  everyone has their own bit of awesomeness tucked away inside them and once you find it, let it show.

Which is why, my coming new year's resolutions are to stand up for everything I believe in and for what is right, not to be swayed by other people's thoughts, and to let my bit of awesomeness show!


If this is the final post of the year then

Monday, 5 December 2011

Campus Comedy: Malaysian Students

It's amazing how just one sentence can generate such a HUGE reaction. NO kidding. 

at the door....

Thursday, 1 December 2011

The Classroom Clowns

Recently, much to my surprise, I discovered my friends Arifuddin and Ray were grouping everybody into categories according to "levels of humour"

The nerve!

the other day I made a joke...

we were put into the LAMPI category....LAMbat PIckup

Both these monkeys are quite funny ......and they know it.....and they are proud of it...pffft

Ray is good at Lawak Bodohs...and Arifuddin Lawak Aksi Lebih..
some of the things they say, i tell you...
ray's looking at the camera

and the annoying thing is they think none of the girls are funny.

but then again girls have a different brand of humour. For example Emily and I can be laughing about something till our sides ache, and no matter how many times we explain, the boys won't get it....sophisticated jokes? I'd like to think so...

Anyway it sort of reminded me of my cousin Pat and I when we were 15 and had no life...and tried to compete on who was funnier...we would count marks and write them in a book for goodness sake! we had comic drawing competitions and asked our friends to judge...i'll dig them out and post when i get the time....but erghh looking back now...none of those comics were funny!!! NONE..

Now, whenever we make a good joke, the compliment will usually be "one point" in memory of that stupid game....LOL...

Maybe you're wondering where I'm going with this....I am wondering the same thing....
Please understand that I was in the midst of completing an essay and needed a break