LIMKOKWING

Hai, hai, doumo... Watashi no namae wa Lebat desu... Oukashi darou?
(yes, yes, hello... The name's Lebat... Weird eh?)

Kick that aside.

Welcome to my positively-superbly hectic college life. Driving me crazy by each assignment. Goodness. My usual Lebat-ness' hyperness is fading away. I realized that I'm getting matured and more serious (dunno whether that's a good thing) in handling my things.

Hai, hai. I'm sidetracked again. Sumimasen deshita.

First week... How was it? Well, everyone is new, and of course... hee~ my sharingan and byakugan were activated cuz there's a lot of eye candies roaming around. Shoot. And I thought, "why the hell am I being too properly-dressed today? Kdak nerd jak". lols... We have really cool student council and really rare clubs like anime and japanese club, fashion club... I mean, oukashi no arimasen, but it's rare right? And "rare" is a cool thing.

Second week... Real assignments started to bounce happily in, leaving me into my normal rate of distress. Well, well, well. "Limkokwing does has a high standard, no?"
Making friends were taihen (hard) and mendokusai (ma fan), but I've gotta blend in, right? Even Tarzan knows that too. Yeah, I met the brutal Jo and the hafu Jeaz. and yeah, the nice Reen. And yeah, the Nigerians. (cho mukatsuku!! adalah hal ya. mengenja-ngenja sik tentu pasal. hidung tak mancung2, pipi tersorong2).

Hmm... how's the story goes again? Oh yeah. We just met (for mere minutes, talking shit and do nothing) when suddenly he called me at the night. I was being polite, so I answered la. Yappari. I couldnt understand a word he said. (lols) but i knew from his tone, he didnt mean anything friendly. in fact, more than friendly. so i asked him to msg me instead (since i dunno what the f**k was he talking about).
"How do you find black guys?"
My 200-grammed heart was almost dislocated from its original position. Sigh... somehow I knew this thing would eventually come.
"I like fair-skinned guys, like chinese or japanese."
In hope that he would get the hint la. Yappari... kono aitsu... sugoi chitsukoi na! (as i expected... that guy... is very persistent!!)
"I like your smile, your eyes, and you're not like other malaysian girls I've ever encountered. ou're modest, just like me."
Fuck man! I was taken aback (because of the modest thing. I never knew that the word modest does actually keyed in my life's dictionary) and my eyebrows quickly turned into a deep frown. He doesnt even know me, we just talked for mere minutes, and now he has the f**kin cheek to judge me?? Damn, Damn.

Well... the story has its own continuation. and the worst part of it is, another nigerian got a lil too friendy with me too. but thank god he got the wrong number. wahahah........
Since then, I became more aware and not to be friendly with guys until I can get the gist of their true colours. Yelah... aku nie pompuan jer kan. Lainla kalu I lelaki, kamcheng ngan bebudak tak tentu hala pun orait je kan?

So far, so good la. I'm grateful that I'm outta my comfortable zone ma. My life back in UM was even more pleasing and predictabe than this one.

In other words, I'm moving to the next stage of my life - more challenging.

I need that.