High Latency Life

Being in school during the holidays

2010-04-24T22:45:00.002+08:00

Discovered that I did not posted this post before my school starts. Oh well, I am posting it now.

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School's starting this coming week and I had been religiously coming to school almost everyday for cca. Not much of a holiday if you were to ask me.

However, for the fact that I came to school everyday, gave me all the more reason to water the plants for my hort club cca, which, for your info, I didn't : P

As my teacher in-charge says, “they need a considerate amount of water every day.” I’m not good with the daily care, so I splash them with a hose every few days or whenever I remember.

of course, this is not the way to treat babies(plants), folks. This coming from a person who studies the way of the plant yet hose them down and drown them with water.

Oh and lately, I had been seeing groups of student screaming from one end of the school to the other.

Well.....it sounded like screaming to me anyway, but it was really a bunch new students trying to cheer, I suppose. I think they call that orientation.
so much for being orientated

Milkshake....ughhh

2010-04-15T07:25:00.003+08:00

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Few days ago, I ordered a milkshake from MacDonald and it has never felt so wrong and embarrassing.

Initially, I wasn't soooo sure whether it was MacDonald or some other fast food outlet which sells milkshake. So I went ahead and asked to clear my doubt.

No harm right?

WRONG!!!

Me: Do you sell milkshake here?
Cashier girl: (Startled) *Looks around to confirm she wasn't in a brothel* Yes we do.

Cashier girl: What flavour would you like?
Me: Chocolate.........

For the fact that she's Indian, and me choosing chocolate, seemed so racist.
However if I were to be funny, I would have ordered coffee flavour.

I died a little on the inside due to the sheer embarrassment of it all.
The milkshake was exceptionally too sweet..... I kid you not!

During the whole conversation, I tried to kept my composure and held a sturdy and serious face but ended up looking like this

Wheelchair?

2010-03-23T23:57:00.003+08:00

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Did you know that the stop button in the bus coloured in blue has a different purpose than the one in red?

Until recently, I didn't even know that I was NOT suppose to press it unless I am on a wheelchair which in my case, I wasn't.

For those who do not know the difference :

The one in red are designed for non-disabled people.

The one in blue are designed for passenger-in-wheelchair ONLY and the bell sounded different which made me realised that I may have done something which I should not have done.

So... I was like:

Ohai blue buttonz! You be closest to me so me just press ya. kkthxbai

*Ring, Ding, dong ding dong*
The bell sounded different....
I swung my body and looked towards the little writings above the blue button

'For passenger-in-wheelchair only.
Please press for assistance.
The Service Leader will help you alight from the bus.'

Oh-Em-Gee.
The service leader will help you alight from the bus?! Now you don't have that luxury everyday now do we?
I would have pretended that I was on wheelchair but it would just be insulting to people who are genuinely on wheelchair now would it?

The bus driver looked at the rear-mirror of the bus and shot me a glare saying
'Someone needs a Muthafvcking uppercut.'
He gave me the look like as if every time he hear that thing go off, he would wanna beat a kitten to death with a puppy.

Of course i felt embarrassed

Please...just let me leave in shame.....in my invisible wheelchair

Stupidity is not a handicap
But my spasm is.

Those days. . . . .

2010-03-21T17:42:00.002+08:00

As Ms Tan peered around the class, waiting for the kids to finish copy down the answers on the board, she had her eyes fixated on one particular student with interest, whose posture was starting to look more and more like a ski jumper in midflight.

That boy was me.

She had then proceeded by using her droning voice which had amplified throughout the classroom and out to the halls, catching the attention of the kids who were originally scribbling away industriously.

I took a few seconds to register my situation and looked up. With a deep long breath and my hands glued to the sides of the table, I stood up and said “You are beautiful “. I realized how idiotic that sounded but I knew her weakness.

She was single.

You could see Ms Tan taking some time to digest the information. The impression of a forever-angry-and-unkind woman I knew was gone; she was now undergoing some sort of mental tremor. I toyed with my fingers as she tried to string words into sentences.

She frowned, unable to fathom what kind of joke could set everyone laughing so insanely.

Of course I did not meant what I said because it would have given a new meaning to the word “beautiful”.

Of course, the ending is obvious, I was led to that air-conditioned room again or the detention room which I had mentally changed the name of the room to Hell Room: The room where Ms Tan, the gatekeeper, will seek food like me….

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Gym. Part 2

2010-03-09T02:37:00.001+08:00

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Weirdos are everywhere. No exception at gym. They do not harass or offend me directly, but what they do, sometimes, really make feel I am an alien to this world.

1) People who don't exercise and just wander around looking at females

I wouldn't mind it if they were actually standing in one corner and not hog on a machine but they just had to hog the machine just to stare at girls without working out.
This.piss.me.off.
I have to wait for him to have orgasm for his eyes before he will stand up and let me use the machine.

2) People who misused hairdryer

Drying of armpit hair is still acceptable in my point of view but DRYING YOUR PUBIC HAIR?! COME ON!
I had seen this male who had just finished showering, proceeded to the hairdrying corner, heroicly had his leg hiked up on the counter and had the hairdryer blowed into his nether regions.

(FAIL.)

Sadly enough, even before I could withdraw from the horrific sight of it, it had burn and etched into my memory like a photograph.

That’s not a childhood memory anybody should ever be stuck with.( now whenever i think about hairdryer, it reminds me of him)

and now i am always having nightmare of it, forcing me to wake up screaming what the "f--?!?"

Masterpiece

2010-03-07T08:22:00.000+08:00

This made me chuckle

Cashier and gym

2010-03-05T00:33:00.000+08:00

So I have applied my position as a cashier in KFC.
They handed me a paper to fill in my particulars and it was filled with words being crossed and cancelled. I kid you not!
What caught my eyes to that job was....

'Lunch is provided'

as long as my stomach is happy, its alright.

I am surprised that I am not a members of the Chubby Wubby Fat Club because I have been choking down a whole junk of food all my life.

My mom would usually be against the idea of me working but this time, she had a change of heart.

But the decision to work is mine alone because I believe that

You have a leg for a reason,
to stand on your own and not rely on others

I don't want to tap into my family's wealth to buy stuff I like.

However being a cashier could means doing zombie-like things
Things which make people to be emotionless as a stone

I have seen people working as a cashier.
They've got a look saying, I'm the most miserable person in the world and they would usually have an eye of a corpse

The customer could as well look like a cucumber - They wouldn't notice much of a difference

I want to work at kfc. So I can make my mom regret asking me work.
I am going to bring home and eat kentucky fried chicken infront of her pet birds.
yum~

So I have been school gym and am planning to do it every single day.

Yes, I groan and grunt like a 400 pound Biggest Loser contestant. It is about as attractive as it sounds.

I have NEVER forced myself to exercise until to this faithful day, not unless you count lifting drumsticks to my mouth as lifting weights.

I have never love exercising. In all honestly I rather spend the time camping my bed and just ...sleep. Alone. Or perhaps Veg in front of the TV.
However I don't want to be skinny or a sloth.

Although exercising means a whole busload of PROFANITY, its worth it I suppose.

However I don't like it when those people who stands in front of the mirror and watch their muscle flex. Makes me feel puny.
They would then go about flexing and touching their stomach muscle.

Apparently for me, I don't touch my belly because the only thing I will be touching is my pre-existing belly fat. My 8 packs combine to one. The jumbo pack....
I will be caressing rolls that have existed for the past 18 years of my life.

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The Advent of Holidays

2010-02-26T22:00:00.001+08:00

So I had my last final year paper today.

So how was the paper you might ask?

Although I was certain no introduction was made between me and the paper, I knew it was going to be a tough paper.

It made me let out a whole busload of PROFANITY and I am still recovering from that previous chemistry paper.

Did the paper bust my balls?

Nope, it blew them into smithereens. The left nut kinda blew up right in its place. The right one shot off, ricocheted into the corner, and rolled somewhere under a table.

"Here," the exam examiner said after kindly picking it up and dusting it off,
"I believe this belongs to you."
I walked out of the room with the lower lip quivering. I haven't walked like that since I was circumcised when I was young.

And it doesn’t helps that the air conditioner was set to low temperature.
I... I.. dislike cold temperatures. If you were to leave me an air conditioned room and were to come back 5 minutes later, you might think that I am dead.

But the exams are gone now and I am soo going to get myself a job. Wonder what will I work as during the holidays.
Never worked before.

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Chem Paper

2010-02-23T14:37:00.003+08:00

so I am done with chem papers.
That paper made me leak profanities from the blackest part of my soul.

I gulp down some undrinkable black coffee to keep me awake the day before the exam to be slammed with questions which must have been dug out of my chem lecturer's ass! Woot woot

luckily I didn't enrolled myself into an architecture course and go for some architecture exam. Its not like I hate drawing or anything. Its because you will find yourself
in a position whereby drawing a straight line of some sort means the difference between:

1) everyday business as usual
2) bridge collapsing and the killing of innocents

..well, you're in that position, so draw a straight line !

So as I glanced through the questions, I tried to attempt some of the questions on the go:

Chem Paper : Draw a Cyclohexene structure
me: a better question would be, how am i balancing this pencil on my nose huh?

Luckily the question didn't ask me this,

Chem paper: What is a cyclo?
me: ....uuuhhh is it a cyclone...like one for which suckz stuff like cows in the sky or sothng else....

I thought that the paper would have been easy and friendly....smooth as butter from start to finish....the hard truth however, is that the paper was my enemy

So being provoked by the paper, I rammed my forehead into the paper with an audible thud but not enough to make everyone turn and look.

If it weren’t for my non-oily face, I would have surely had the chem paper stuck to my forehead which would have made me look like a jiang shi, only that the chem paper was the scroll on my forehead.

and then my chem lecturer came into the class towards the end of the paper.....Some people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them.

However I wasn't the only one with the killer intent.
I was so tempted to take a picture with my phone, of people focusing their death glare directly towards my chem lecturer.

so next paper, pam. same shit different smell. all exam papers are the same. At least they don't suck as bad as dreamweaver test.

Tender, yet painful

2010-02-20T23:33:00.001+08:00

"She is cute. I can't stand to spend three minutes in class not looking at her"

"Your heart will get crushed. It isn't worth the risk."

"But I like her."

"You will crush his heart."

"But I love her...."

"You are self-fish."

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I really don't know what to do. It's probably better if I don't interfere, for the reasons of not losing a friend. Sacrifice thy happiness for a friend.
But at the end of the day, I'm not sure if I can see the end of the tunnel after this 3 years.
A twisted, crooked heart like this
I hate it so much that I don't know what to do

Then it died a little, on the inside due to the prospect of being rejected and the after-effect of sheer embarrassment.
I am weak and timid.... but yet I care for a friend's heart before mine.

Under the slate-gray sky, I stare at the scenery outside the window which reflects my heart.... cloudy
Looks like I cannot use my heart well, for it is full of worries

And as the advent of evening inches, the night has never felt so welcoming.
Your figure slipped out of my sight before me, and my life will have come to a standstill

And as I watch you from afar as your eyes narrow when you smile, your laugh, your hands
Everything about you moves me

But.... there's already a man in shiny armor beside her....

All I could do is to hold you in my heart; as I can have a little faith in this love

but I am sorry that I never said that.........I love you.

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Bermuda? NO!

2010-02-19T23:53:00.000+08:00

Someday ago, when I was going to the front to buy some stuff, my father revolted at my dressing.

A normal t-shirt and a Bermuda.

He was disgusted for the fact that I wore a pants which covers my knees?
Oh-Em-Gee.

I would partially understand if I were a girl but reality check. * Touches crouch. Yep, I am a dude.

My father is growing weirder day by day. I believe he is losing his screw if you know what I mean.
Oh boy.... he is going to be self-delusion in due time.

Hula hoop

2010-02-19T23:48:00.000+08:00

Someday ago, my mom stole a hula hoop from the day care center situated just below my home.

It started with my dad returning back home saying that there was this hula hoop which he thought had no ownership to anyone and he told my mom that it was 'free'.

My mom rush down to the vicinity and brought the hula hoop up even after KNOWING that it was from the day care center. And now, it is sitting in my house......for my mom to exercise her bellies - note the plural.

Soyb

2010-01-31T20:13:00.000+08:00

What does the word 'Exit' implies? IF THE SIGNS SAYS EXIT, IT MEANS ONLY EXIT AND NOT ENTER!
Apparently numerous people didn't understand the meaning of EXIT ONLY during the Soyb event.

I do NOT like being security. I get the eye-rolls and bashing from people all the time from people who wants to enter from the exit door.
I was being at the bottom of the foodchain.

This eye-rolling and sighing action HOWEVER, paled in comparison with this kid who I shall call 'BGM kid' a.k.a 'the kid who has a background music in his life'

To elaborate the situation, there was this kid who was angry with me because I denied his entry from what is suppose to be an exit door.

Anyway, he got all annoyed with me because he had to walk one big round ( for your info ) to get back in the event.
Minutes later, the only thing I saw was a demented 17-year-old-kid racing towards the exit door.

WHOOSH!

He ran and bashed through the door, making a big WHAM sound.
Although a *face-to-door* did not happened, it was humorous seeing an immature kid taking his anger on a door which has deprives him of his entry to the event.

Oh well, what could I say? I was a dick but I am just doing my job

Move forward on the path you are content with. apparently his was to smash through the door. It would have been funny if he recoiled from the impact though.

HAHHAHHAH IN YOUR FACE!

I swear I believe he has a bgm in his life because based on his facial expression, he had such vigour and determination when he was dashing out while a dramatic music is being played.
I stood there......stupefied and dumbstruck

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To side-track,
Money seems to just flow out of my hands… Sadly, I am a really really good conductor of money.

But no worries,

Plans on how to save money :
-Sleep on the floor
-Rent the bed to a ghost
-Problem is , they pay in hell notes

Oh well.....

Mom?

2010-01-27T23:31:00.001+08:00

Do you need / miss your mum?

THEN BUY MAMA!!!

I can become anything!

2010-01-23T22:26:00.003+08:00

Math sucks

2010-01-18T19:10:00.006+08:00

I don't get why people LOOVVEEE Math so much.
These people look at Math problems as if they are seeing fireworks. I however, shit a brick when I look at it.

Each time I lay my eyes on a complicated math problem, my body begins to become spastic
This includes

Sudden impulsion to go to the toilet to clear my bowel
Lost of energy
Words being replaced by primal grunts and bleats

I hate Math because I was never good in it. EVAR!

To illustrate my stupidity in Math,
When I was in primary school, my mom had sent me to an outside tuition class because of my "ever-so-awesome-math-marks".

On the same day, I was rejected and the amount my mom paid was fully refunded back because the teacher was too dumbstruck / shocked at my standard of Math.

My first rejection in life.
Thats how bad my math was and will always be.

There are limits to how pathetic a person can get but I think I surpassed it.
They say that even death can't cure an idiot.

Getting low marks results in me being a slave to more math papers.

So normally when I study at home, I would like to listen to songs

Mom: "TURN OFF THAT AWFUL MUSIC, ASRI!"
Me: but but but.... its nice
Mom: "OFF!"

And sometimes I can barely muster the energy to do anything but crawl towards my bed.

ah, dear god. Thanks for making me out to be such an idiot.

Just like....

2010-01-07T22:06:00.000+08:00

Just like

Just like a glass
my heart is broken
Just like a star
you light up my life
Just like a rose
that blooms it's beauty
Just like the rain
that never stops crying
Just like another human being
you let go of me
Just like others you broke my heart
Just like clouds
you are soft
Just like bullets
that you shot into my heart

Can I have a hug?

2010-01-04T18:36:00.001+08:00

First day of school and we were shoved a quiz to our face. UUUGHGHHH.....

Do you know how it feels to have a quiz shoved right to your face when you were actually expecting a warm-welcoming-cuddly-hug back from the boooring holidays?
I felt so betrayed.
It was kinda like a slap in a face

HEY! I PAYED MY SCHOOL FEES SO I DEMAND A HUG!

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wait a minute...there was a holiday?

On a sunnier note, it feels sooo great to meet my friends again. I miss the humour.
However I noticed more of my classmates had bangs for their hair.

Anyway I got back one of my test papers.

My marks were surprisingly low but it is adequate enough to attain a pass to my teacher's standard BUT NOT TO MINEE!

I heard one of my friends achieved a stunning 44/50.
I felt dumb being around her.

However, even if i was the top, people will be like.

Classmates : ASRI! OMG HOW DID YOU GET SO HIGH! YOU ARE CRAZY!

Wait what? So I am demoted to being crazy now?

Either way, I will still feel like crap. May be its just me. GAAHH!!!

Losing your friends

2009-12-30T23:47:00.000+08:00

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Do you know what it feels like to be left behind? Losing everyone around you in such little time.

I try not to worry since they're left in the past but it's hard going through life knowing nothing ever lasts.

It's hard to hide behind this frown, When on the inside you're on the verge of a breakdown.

I've have lost people who I thought meant the world to me. All I have left of them are these memories.

You have no idea how badly I want them back. But they've left me in the past, which was their plan of attack.

The pain of losing them will never go away.
I'm tired of feeling like this everyday.

I feel like I no longer belong.
I fake my happiness to show nothing's wrong

This looks sooo wrong

2009-12-24T00:39:00.001+08:00

This...looks sooo wrong

I got this picture while I was cruising through Facebook. They were like promoting people to join SCDF.

I am starting to doubt whether the job place would be at a firestation or a strip club......

Double knee bending action!

2009-12-22T22:52:00.001+08:00

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WARNING! IF YOU ARE A FEMALE. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED

I had quite an interesting experience when I went to AMK toilet today. The mounted urinal level was like somewhat at a toddler’s friendly level.

Which made me wonder,
Who in the right frame of mind would build the mounted urinal thingy at such a low height?!

I HAD TO LITERALLY BEND MY KNEES 90 DEGREES TO ACTUALLY REACH THE DESIRED LEVEL.

Hmm..I somewhat bended like him and ended up looking like that too

It doesn't help that the toilet was flooded with pee water because one of the toilet bowl was clogged up with god knows what and the pee water overflowed. I had to be careful as I tip toed around to avoid unnecessary splashing of pee water over to my pants.

Oh and it doesn't help that there was this kid peeing right beside me looking at my weird stance.

I wanted to tell him,
Me: Kid, it’s THE DRAGON STANCE.

Opps! Nope, that is shitting stance already

Going to toilet had never felt so tiring before. I felt like my thighs muscles are stronger already.

Gym? Nah, The AMK toilet is good enough for you.

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DGA

2009-12-16T20:45:00.002+08:00

But did you beat obesity?

"Fck lar, Fck this lar. What the hell....."
My ear was bleeding with the profanity in the air during dga test some weeks ago.

And when I was done with the test, everyone was like saying :

Classmates: Omg Asri! You finished already huh?
Asri: Hahaha yeah....
Classmates: Omg you are not a human!

That made me feel so...Superhuman. No! It made me feel like I am a freak who is dislike by everyone!

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, so I’ll just go eat worms.....so yeah ):

And for those of you who are wondering who is pcb? He's my lecturer who likes to set the airconditioner to cold so he could preserve us. He wants to eat us ):

Panadol

2009-12-16T20:33:00.001+08:00

I have not been writing much in my blog lately because my life is either

A -entirely boring

or

B - fantastically-too-awesome-for-my-blog

I could have jolly well written about me digging my mom's nose for entertainment while she sleeps
But in any case, i shall spare you the details. Onward with the post!

So lately, my parrot bird, who gave birth to 5 small eggs, was feeling sick.
Note that I used the word, 'eggs', because the little birdies didn't make it alive...

So back to topic, guess what my mom gave them as a remedy to my pet's ailment?

Panadol.

My pet bird swallowed a tablet of panadol? Wow that is interesting!
The thought of it blew my mind out of epic-proportion!
and I thought feeding my pet bird with chocolate was bad enough.

I am hoping that my pet bird will choked on it so it can land on my dinner plate. Hmm..... ~~owl~~ parrot meat. Yummy~

Strangely the bird wasn't suffering any effects from panadol overdose. ( If such things even existed )
It will be interesting to see my pet bird being high or something.

and the worst thing of all, the panadol works!

No bird meat for me then ):

The Powa of Multi-tasking

2009-12-07T20:23:00.004+08:00

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Studying at home sucks.

*Looks around *

Television, kitchen, radio, guitar, game boy. Yep, all of them are procrastination amplifier. Oh and not to mention my bed~
Hmm comfy bed…..

And of course, being at home means I would have to help with household chores

    Mum: Hey Asri, can you please throw the trash away?

    Me: I can’t hear you.

    Mum: I’m standing right next to you.

    Me: I don’t speak English.

    Mum: Yes you do. You’re speaking English right now.

    Me: No I don’t.

If it was one of my sisters asking me, it would have been this way

Sis: Hey Asri, can you please throw the trash away? It will dirty my hand sooo yeah.

Me: Well suck it up, we all have problems

Just kidding, I am not that mean.

Annnyway, so I had to study for my Txp test yesterday and I had not even touched the Txp paper till it was 11pm.

But you see, I wanted to play my games but I can’t since I had to study sooo.....

I juggled both task at the same time.
I knew I was always an overachiever.

Normally I would feel so unmotivated to do things nowadays especially to STUDY but studying while playing games gives the word “multi-task” a whole new definition!

Why plan for success when failure is almost assured hannor?

Mr pudge/ my bro got me while I was naming a plant I saw in Warcraft. Tsk. Cheap shot

I wonder if plastic surgery would save Mr pudge.....

Love

2009-11-30T19:01:00.003+08:00

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I seriously feel like I am ugly. Why? Look around, even those males who are under the category of 'average' or 'unattractive' gets a good looking gf.
Which makes me wonder, which category am I in?
No, I am not desperate. Just jealous.

Oh! Life's intricacy!

The torment

Sometimes, somewhere in life, you will fall in love with this particular girl and each time you are close to her, you will feel out-of-sync. However, here is the kick, you know that you are probably not her type. It hurts being around her.
My options? Pretend she isn't there. Rather then having my heart battered and giving myself false hope, perhaps the only decision left is ignorance. And each time our eyes met, I will turned and darted my view cautiously.
I know, its a foolish way of doing things but saying " I love you" , its so unnerving because you will probably get rejected.

I am a coward.....I know.

The love which you can't get grows the strongest but yet, it hurts the most.

Reason being why I am acting so is because I just feel like I am not good enough for her. Like there are other men out there who is far more good looking than me. Perhaps letting her go would be a better choice.

Romance show

I hate watching love shows. I had officially stopped watching those love shows, especially those which comes from korean, because in each of the romantic scene I had witnessed, it had sent spears of loneliness through my being. Perhaps that is the main reason why I had stopped watching television altogether.

Miscommunication

Sometimes, we men may misunderstood woman's action. To illustrate, if this girl hit me in a playful way when I made fun of her, we men, or perhaps just me, will think that she likes me.

What is love?

Of course, some people may ask me, "Do you know what is the difference between love and lust?"

Love is patient, love is kind. It has no envy, nor it boasts itself and it is never proud. It rejoices over the evil and is the truth seeker. Love protects; preserves and hopes for the positive aspect of life.

Well lust is sex and perhaps its the opposite of love.

My love life

My chances to actually get a girlfriend are small, not to say non-existent due to my weak heart. of course, the closest thing I had ever had with a girl was a smile i suppose.

During my young age, I didn't even dare to even face a girl because back then, my face was infested with pimples which was occupying majority of the space in my face. My face itself looks like a war zone as my eyes, nose and mouth fought for territorial space against the pimples.
Combined with my unkempt curly hair, I felt that she should be spared of the sight of an ugly creature standing right in-front of her. I felt that my appearance will offend her eyes. My face is not worth looking at .

However, not all is lost. I am glad that I live in Singapore because the ratio of males to females are 1:1000. (I saw that in an article)

Hmmm, perhaps I should probably put a bright neon sign right above my head saying

"I will date any girl"
Now that is desperate

Oh, Where art thou be Juliette?

Once upon a time.......

2009-11-24T22:18:00.002+08:00

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There was a time when men were kind
    When their voices were soft
    And their words inviting
    There was a time when love was blind
    And the world was a song
    And the song was exciting
    There was a time
    Then it all went wrong

    I dreamed a dream in time gone by
    When hope was high
    And life worth living
    I dreamed that love would never die
    I dreamed that God would be forgiving
    Then I was young and unafraid
    And dreams were made and used and wasted
    There was no ransom to be paid
    No song unsung, no wine untasted

    But the tigers come at night
    With their voices soft as thunder
    As they tear your hope apart
    And they turn your dream to shame

I had a dream my life would be
    So different from this hell I’m living
    So different now from what it seemed
    Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

Duhhh..........

2009-11-21T17:38:00.001+08:00

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Is this not a plant?!

Red camp was rather…. Boomz plus Shingz altogether. I was tasked to introduce Plant propagation to the secondary school students and the steps for plant propagation by stem cutting.

I figured, How hard could it be?

So as I was watching the students doing their stuff. An anonymous person shot me a question.

Anonymous person said: ' Is this a plant? '

I stood there still, my eyes affixed to their eyes, dumbstruck, wondering whether that was a trick question or not. I had suddenly sense a certain familiarity with Ris Low.

Apparently, her stupidity was contagious so I responded with a HUH?!

I had to have some time to digest what she said and replay it back once again just to be sure of what she said.

So she repeated the question but being a semi-civilized, non-caveman person, I responded accordingly.

“Yeah”

However right after I answered her question, she shot another one,

Anonymous person said: ‘Do you need to water the plant and why do you need to water it? ‘

And for reasons beyond my comprehension at that point, I felt the impulse to slam my head against the table. What kind of dipshit, moronic question is that and what exactly goes through her brain ?! It was like as if half of her brain had suddenly stopped functioning OR perhaps the vacuum in their head was sooo powerful that they need some useless information to stuff it in.

Probably once she is back at home, she will be like,

Uhhh…..I know I’m supposing to water into it, but I cannot remember why I am doing it.

But One does one's best. I have to be professional and answer any question thrown at me be it moronic or profound.

And for strange reasons, I was actually expecting the next person who would ask me ridiculous question was an ape who's Emotional Quotient is so low that the concept of Conversation Rituals eludes him. He's like that poor baby monkey who was raised by humans, so he has no clue how to interact with other monkeys.

Red camp / Joyce's birthday

2009-11-16T18:29:00.003+08:00

. . . .

Red camp is coming! Well actually, I have to attend two camps with the same name which will coincides exactly on both day. That means I will have to rush over to my school after my lessons are done.

Red camp, organised by Ngee Ann Poly
Red Cross Camp by my secondary school, AES

Hmm..... just thinking about the camps makes me ...... sad

Let's see,
I will get to see my juniors and teachers who doesn't know me even though I used to see everyday in the past in my secondary school and perhaps get scolded by this particular teacher for....... nevermind

Oh! and perhaps during Red Camp in Ngee Ann, I will tell secondary school student that our course is basically for Bangladesh people so they won't steal our job. Just kidding!

I bet both camps are going to be BOOMZ!

. . . .

So today, we celebrated Joyce's birthday, although her birthday actually falls on Thursday.
I could tell that she already knew that I was hiding the cake which I was so desperately trying to hide it from her judging from her facial reactions and because I dropped the cake's cover twice on the floor. Oh and for the fact Joyce who kept looking at my direction when talking to my friends beside me doesn't help!

Knowing that I am a clumsy person, I was extra careful when I was handling and bringing the cake to Joyce. Didn't want the cake to fly now would we?
Hmm actually it isn't such a bad idea if it actually fell on Joyce's face.

Aside from that, I burned my finger when lighting up the candles. Retribution....

Had my leg tucked in my bag because my feet felt cold during class. Clement said it was creative. I think so too!

16 degree celsius~
Serious business

I had actually plan on singing for her a birthday song because I can sing 5 octaves like how this guy did it!

I know! I am too good! I just love his facial expression as he progresses towards higher notes.
I am just kidding, this is not me but this is YOU!

I have already forgiven you silly~

TGIF

2009-11-14T23:57:00.000+08:00

TGIF – Thank God It’s Friday – does not apply to me for this week. Apart from the stress I am getting from schoolwork and project, me bursting out in rage wasn't exactly part of my to-do-list for Friday.

I simply have nothing else to say right now. Disappointments, frustration, tiredness… Most times it feels like I can deal with life, that everything’s ok. Then it all comes down to a simple incident to shook me back to reality.
Sometimes, I would just want to close my eyes tight as if to squeeze the images out.

I thought that if I slept early that day, this feeling of sorrow and anguish would go away. Well, the anger vanished, but it left me deflated and sad.
Oh...I am in a mess right now.

So right now, I am receiving an earful of I-told-you-so's from the little gremlins in my head.

*sigh and moan...

Perhaps I am going to skip school or pretend falling sick.The twisted joy of falling and being sick seems to be favourable.

For now, I’m going to try to shelve this writhing pain in me, avoid that person in school and terminate social contract. I'm torn doing this, I really am.

Why not forgive the person? I did. However the damage is done. Perhaps I should follow my friend's advice and suck it up.

Oh well, time to direct my feeling of despair into an eerie stillness....................................

Humour - A failure Athlete

2009-11-09T23:27:00.003+08:00

Stuff about me

2009-11-09T22:53:00.006+08:00

I just felt the need to write something in my blog, seeing how all the virtual cobwebs have started to gather in my blog.

So today's post is all about ME! Normally, I don't put much emphasis in me in my life so perhaps this should be a good start.

1- Being born together with my brother, social issue was not much of a problem for me from kindergarten, all the way up to the end of secondary school. That is because we are like leech, always found stuck to each other. Apparently when both of us are together, we would forget about the world and the need of socializing with people other than ourselves so we don't have much friends.

2- I like to make handicraft items! I suppose you can call me a hands-on kind of person.

3- I abhor my father's yapping. He will always find fault in something and yap about it and he is yapping right now.

4- A part of me like being clean, the other, likes being messy. However generally, I am a messy person but I know where my things are in the mess. Hmm hmm.... Organised mess.

5- I am a pessimist who is trying to be optimist.

6- I breath through my mouth. I do not use my nose because it is always block. Sometimes, I feel like I am able to "smell" things which are shown on the television especially cooking shows!

7- I am a person who sees the beauty in everything. I find the perfection in imperfection but that excludes viewing myself.

8- I’m basically an introvert. Yes, I like talking and may even be loud and obnoxious around people, but that’s me on overdrive. More of a survival skill. And even then usually I need other people to initiate the talking. I get tired after some time and need time to brood. I get excited when other people are excited. But when I can’t really connect with them, I just stay in the background and let the hype happen.

9- Love is not in my vocabulary. Not because I do not want it, but because I have yet experienced it. Hmm perhaps I am afraid of rejection.

10- I am a boring person. I find it interesting how people can get hyped up so easily about simple stuff and it makes me wonder how people are able to laugh for a long duration of time.

11- I am a forgetful and clumsy person with a bad sense of direction.

12- I'm a very alert person with short attention span so you might notice me looking around the room / environment most of the time. I just like watching people pass-by.

13- I used to be an indecisive person...... I think

14- I almost drown when I was young and was saved by this Chinese woman who soon disappeared after rescuing me. She didn't hung around the area after that. Unsung heroes

15- I had experienced myself being half asleep and half awake at the same time when I was sick. Everything was going fast and it nearly made me vomit.

16- Sometimes, I may unknowingly be a hypocrite.

17- I like literature and sleep.
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my sense in forgetfulness?

18- I had attended only half of primary 3. The other half? At home.

19- I view things in a different perspective.

20- When I was born, my dead grandpa was beside me on the same bed as I was.

Singapore National Museum

2009-11-04T23:00:00.004+08:00

(Photography in Singapore National Museum was intense )

No words are required.

Me, my car, and pedestrians

2009-11-02T00:11:00.000+08:00

Today is one of those sad days where you could find me on my brother's laptop, playing GTA IV, ramming over the pedestrians with my awesomely shiny sports car repeatedly. The thought of it right now made me giggle. Of course, I had fun doing so and I savored every moment I did it.

Actually, it doesn't matter whether it was my awesomely shiny sports car or a rubbish truck, I would go on auto-pilot mode the moment I entered any vehicle and head towards the sidewalk.

Driving on the road isn't my kind of thing because it gives me rashes all over my body doing it so I have to DO something.

So as I drive pass by some pedestrians on the side-walk, I could see boredom and loneliness in their in eyes. Being bored and lonely too, I did what I thought was right, I would have eased my loneliness by easing theirs.

I rammed them....

From that moment on, I knew what I had to do, which was to ease the loneliness from which they are burdened with.

The solitary souls, alone in the world, were as obvious to my sports car and me as a neon sign.

But for now, I think I am going to run away from the police.

Closure of the Past

2009-11-01T23:07:00.003+08:00

thus the curtain closes on another tale.

An eternity has passed.

Fleeting dreams fade into the distance...

All that is left now

Is me and my memories...

But I'm sure we'll meet again,

Someday, you and I...

Another place, another time,

It's just that we might not realize

That you are you and I am me...

Let us open the door to the great unknown,

Come across another reality,

And live another today...

Even when the story has been told,

Life goes on...

Until we meet again,

Take care of yourself, my friend...

Forever yours,

New PDA!

2009-10-22T18:18:00.000+08:00

Yay so I got a new phone from my NP.

So heres what I did with it:

Unpack the box
Pack it back the second later

The reasoning process was pretty simple - its going to be a hassle when I am going to return it. I don't want to go through all the trouble of deleting all my songs, saved message, and etc in that phone when I returned it.

Yeah I know, its not free. Nothing is free. Too bad I can't keep it. Good thing never last.

Oh and if you are wondering what phone it is. Its the Hp Ipaq 612

Introducing my family in Sims 3

2009-10-19T22:47:00.007+08:00

One of the thing I did during my long and dreaded holidays was to play Sims 3 and I'm torn because I can't even design my own room!

Anyway, put that aside, now! Introducing the Family of Acrisius!

Look at those 2 babies! I felt an impulse to kill them because they were too cute (:

So basically I am playing with a total of 10 people in my lot

7 alive and 3 dead. They were already dead when I have just moved!

Excuse me for Roleplaying

This is cousin, Acrisius. A man who aspires to be an astronaut since young. Acrisius has a great sense of wonder, of being in a different space and time; of projecting himself jumping on the moon. Apparently he is unemployed, a coach potato but earns his money through hacking.

This is my other cousin, Ershin. He is the cook of our home. He is like the father of our family.

This is me carrying a baby Fernando. The baby is actually rolling his eyes on me.

Below is Baby Fernando and Josef

Teaching baby Josef how to speak.

Cousin Ershin on the phone. Busy man

Cousin Ershin got burned in work.

I bet you just looked at the pictures and ignored what I typed. No matter, what I typed was boooring anyway. I hate you ):

Dream Office

2009-10-14T06:41:00.003+08:00

I would like to work in this office.

Taken from Archdaily via designvagabond

The Great Depression or is it?

2009-10-14T05:27:00.004+08:00

"The Great Depression couldn't have been that bad. Everyone seemed to be able to afford a suit." -- Rusty Ward

Taken From http://blog.trutv.com/dumb_as_a_blog/page/4/

Bzzt..Bzzt...

2009-10-13T22:51:00.007+08:00

Heya good-looking people! Bored lately? I know you are or else you wouldn't be here.
Then try talking to a robot online! I found this site as I was cruising the web.

Here is the link to it: http://home.earthlink.net/~allythechatbot/

I had a chat with her and I was was kind of dumbstruck. Here is the log.

Ally the Chatbot

Chatbot: Hi I'm Ally. What's your name?

Me: Bobo.

Chatbot: If you can have any kind of robot. What robot will it be?

Me: A robot who has an imaginary friend

Chatbot: Tell me more about this robot. I'm intrigued.

Me: This robots always tell me that I am jealous because the voices only talked to it

Chatbot: What does "this" refer to?

Me: The robot who has an imaginary friend. Cool isn't it?

Chatbot: I'm glad you like it. Tell your friends.

And that is what I did!
Have fun with it and oh by the way, she's scary looking.

Facebook

2009-10-11T23:37:00.000+08:00

~~Been busy lately~~ Been lazy :)

So lately I have been indulging myself with Facebook games which are literally boring, coupled with effortless and mind-numbing to play. 95% of the time spent during my free time were credited to them. The games provided in Facebook inspired zero interest or thought, especially because of dullness or repetitiveness.
Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?
That literally happened to me when I played those mindless games.

Of course, the only remedy to it, is Hacking.
I felt immersed and amused as I wondered around through my panels in my Cheatengine program, running my fingers through my keyboard.
Ever since then, I have enjoyed playing Facebook games more than a fat kid enjoying his tub of ice cream

So recently I added my secondary school English Teacher, Ms Phay, in Facebook and because of that, it made me a little paranoid pertaining to what I write.

Although she may look innocent and kind in this photo, wait till she pummel you English comprehension papers, it will be one of the most " sensational " times in your life. I hate her comprehension papers more than fat kids hate treadmills.

Oh man, I am going to be spending hours re-editing my post and etc for grammar or tenses error.
I hope she does not find my blog or she is going to be utterly disappointed with my deteriorated English.

Ms Phay: ASRI! COMPRE PAPERS NOW!
Me: Breaks down

However she's not that sinister as I described her to be. Perhaps I am just aggrandizing the story.

Mr Ball Dangler

2009-09-30T18:50:00.008+08:00

Part of becoming a normal, civilized, person is to realize that your balls/private parts aren't out, swaying and suspending in mid-air as they please. Of course, unless you want someone to flick it, please keep it in.

Mr Ball Dangler, an old Chinese man, who I had met yesterday, had his "swang" out if you know what I mean.
Of course if you want me to describe it, then it was pretty much shagging but I shall spare you the details.

Thank god he wasn't purposely jiggling it because I swear it could cause blindness.
Well my mom, grandma and bro saw it too and my mom was like saying

Mom :BOY! TAKE HIS PICTURE QUICKLY! [ Boy refers to me or my bro ]

My bro: Ma.... you can't be serious

Me: FUCK! I forgot to bring my handphone!

Grandma: Let him be, he just want to pee... - probably turned on.

And as we were slowing down our walking pace, trying to enjoy every minute of entertainment, he grabbed his "swang" and began to pee. Now normally, an average human takes at MOST, 20 seconds to pee but he took more than 30 seconds.

You do NOT want to step up to him and challenge him in a pissing match unless you're packing a bladder, the size of a camel bladder and have complete disregard for your reputation.

After he was done pissing, he wore back his underwear which was, I would say, unnecessary since he had already exposed to everyone his balls, he squat down on a grass, gesturing like as if he was going to take a dung. Unfortunately, we did not stay for long and continue to embark on our journey to KFC. Normally, I am emotionless as a stone but after witnessing that event, damn did that man made my day and NO I am not gay, I am a straight decent person. :D

Okay so of course there is a lesson to every story. While for mine, its, "bring your handphone everywhere".

華語 / 华语 Huáyǔ

2009-09-28T02:41:00.000+08:00

Chinese language

The first thing that hits me was the mass of squiggles and strokes that make up written Chinese. Its definitely
one of the hardest language I ever learned. I made it sound like I had learned a lot of languages but the main point is, its difficult. Even till now, I can proudly say

"Wo bu hui Jiǎng Huáyǔ"

I think I am beginning to understand what my Chinese friends meant when they said
"Chinese characters are like alien language "

You are like mindlessly remembering characters which pretty much looks like a toddler's scribblings and the more you know them, the better your vocabulary becomes! There are about 50,000 characters or pictograms in Chinese. Learning so many characters is a daunting prospect.
Boy and I am glad my mother tongue is Malay. At least, I can still pronounce the word I don't understand.

And that is not it yet, the tone of voice you use to say a syllable alters its meaning. Even if the word is spelt exactly the same, the tones may differentiate them apart. To illustrate, The syllable ma for instance could mean horse mǎ (third tone), or mother mā (first tone) or scold mà (fourth tone) and even as a question ma (neutral tone). All are spelt exactly the same way but the meaning they carry are totally different.

I have not been writing much in my blog because the thoughts in my head simply refuse to be put on paper or otherwise. And even if I could, I’m not sure if I should or even want to because I will have to take into account that people, my friends, family members and etc are reading this so it must not be deemed insulting for anyone of them.

Weird but Cute

2009-09-22T22:39:00.000+08:00

First video

The dog is FCKING CUTE. YES! I MUST STRESS WITH CAPLOCKZ AND VULGAR! However the dark brown dog on the floor seems dead.

Second Video

Someone, help the dog.

This dog reminded me of Resident Evil's mutated dogs.

Food

2009-09-16T18:34:00.000+08:00

My family has this system that in everything that we eat, veggies must be present. Now don't get me wrong, I LOVE veggies, and recently, I have learned how to eat celery on its own!

(I am the kind of person who will look at a bowl of salad and actually salivate.)

People who says " that's gross" or " you are disgusting " will have their penis decapitated with a rusty spoon dirka dirka Muhammad Jihad style by me.

My parent bolster their belief by showing me the consequences of not taking in veggies, my sisters. In every meal we had together, my parent will say,

"Goood ! Eat your veggies, don't be like your sisters who never eat veggies. Look at her, they are sooo dry. "

(Actually, whatever my sisters don't eat which I eat, my parents will say that too)

Although what I normally eat at home may seem healthy to an average human, meat was predominantly missing in those meals.
Me and my brother have this, unspoken Unified Code of Conduct that when meat is found missing from our dish, we would act like deranged people scavenging through our fridge searching for meat.

If anyone who says things like “your an animal ! ” or “ MONSTER…” or anything like that… dirka dirka jihad for you.

Sometimes, I feel that I was a cheetah in my previous life. I can faintly remember chasing after gazelles on the Savannah of Africa. Therefore, eating nothing but steak, chicken and meat is a perfectly suitable dietary habit for me. If my mom came to know this, knowing how she would react, she would probably yelled at me and told me to stop saying stupid things or something like that.

( I don't believe in reincarnation, just making it up)

I miss Megabites, the food there is sensational! I can imagine, the chicken chop set plate looks at me with puppy dog eyes and whimpered,

“Where have you been? I was so lonely."

That just broke my heart.

I noticed that, being able to eat almost every veggies triggered certain, and specific reactions from my friends. Needles to say that eating almost any veggies is just something which doesn't glue onto people and people may regard or label you as bizarre but as both an avid meat lover and avid veggie lover,
I pretty much disregard what people think of me because it interests me and I am giving them an inferiority complex. Oh ! and Dirka dirka jihad for you.

I think I am going to try having chocalate donut wrap with salad. hmm yum !

New Record!

2009-09-14T20:43:00.000+08:00

$300 for last month utility bill ! Wo0oo! New record ! I have outdid myself this time.
I'm almost positive that in the near future, the figure could eclipse the entire annual collections of The Red Cross in one year. I am expecting it to come soon because bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of checks.

I am proud to say that my family was commended on the staggering amount by PUB saying that we ranked 1st in our whole HDB block.

I am honored that my family has achieved such prestigious achievement and I would like to thank my brother and myself for devoting most of our time, to make sure our laptops doesn't get neglected, my father for sleeping infront of the television with the television switched on through out the night, my pet bird, for making noise at night so we had to splash water to them to keep them quiet and so much more.

Sometimes, I ponder,
"Are people who particularly spend most of the time glued to computer screen most of the time obese?"
Like if it was a man and you were to lift his man boobs, you’ll find potato chips, movie ticket stubs, and all kinds of delicious grubs for Timon and Pumba.

Rejection

2009-09-13T23:59:00.000+08:00

So today, I have finally gotten my hands on GTA IV! Watching the reviews and all had me running to get myself one.
Installed the game
Patched the game
Tried to play the game....error....
My heart broke to pieces when I saw the error.

I searched online for ways to fix or bypass the problem. NONE! Apparently my laptop sucks so badly that it can't play the game. Jeez, seriously regretted buying Fujitsu. I am done being optimist, hoping that games will work.

Furthermore, after meddling with my computer, desperately trying to make the game work, the condition of my laptop worsen. My heart is aching right now....

So right now, I am waiting for Call of Duty, (World of war) to arrive. Please be my beacon of hope! Please allow me to believe that there are still games which can work on my damned laptop.

2009-09-08T21:17:00.000+08:00

The Advent of Hari Raya

As the arrival of Hari Raya draws closer, my family have begun stocking up our supplies for Hari Raya like stocking up buying food, new furniture, a change of bed cover and so much more but more importantly, it has given me the privilege to taste some of these tasty treats during nightfall. Delicious nom nom.

So I am suppose to buy a new costume for Hari Raya, but playing World of Warcraft is like a crack cocaine. It had me screwed to the chair infront of my laptop. Oh well,that means I will have to wear the same clothes which I had wore for the past 4-5 years which even my mom wanted to vomit looking at it. Aside from being rooted to my chair, my mouth smells. Well I don't want to be approached by people outside saying " Excuse me sir, did someone shit in your mouth? ".

A trip to NUH

I had an episode last week which landed me in the hospital because my back was acting up again. Doctor checked and I was diagnosed with no disease or condition. Way to spend $90+ for medication which is by the way, a panadol. However when I went to the hospital, something caught my eye. " Property of NUH ". I don't know about people but wearing a shirt, with " Property of NUH " imprinted on your back is disturbing. Its like that person was born, to solely serve NUH.
Aside from that, I saw this person, crossing his arms, mummy style, saying things like " MM Lee chosed me" and stuff. Wanted to snap a photo but I felt bad.

'Butcher Shop'

I went to the barber at last and regretted. However the lady who cut my hair was the one who straighten my hair months ago. She remembered me because my curly hair took hours to straighten. My family thought I looked like a Thailand boy when I straighten my hair and yes, I acknowlege I look like it too so I had my hair butched on the same day then.
The lady asked whether I had gf or not and I said no. She asked whether its because I have not found any or was it because I was not searching for one. It never came to my mind I suppose.
Speaking of barbers, back then when I had my hair cut and my face was infested and crowded with pimples, a Malay barber said he knows that I fancied a lot of girl because I had a lot of pimples on my face.It makes ' total sense'
How does having lots of pimples on my face translates to fancy-ing lots of girls.

Hari Raya is coming and I will be going through the same motion- chatting with my long lost relatives, greeting my elderlies and receiving my annual hongbao. Hope this year's event will be short.

Hair

2009-09-04T12:17:00.000+08:00

Hair

When it comes to styling of hair, I am highly aware of my inability to style my hair. As in, no way would I ever even be able to do it because knowing how to style my hair isn't something I was born with. Since young, I had never styled my hair properly before. The hair that you see literally then, was the hair-styled set for me by my environment. So each day, I would be going to school with a different look. Some of you may have already noticed my "unique" hairstyle. It depends, really, whether the wind blows strong, or by the amount of lorries or cars swooshing pass or whether it rained.
But . . . I used to have a hairstyle back then when I was in primary school, but the transition in me, from primary to secondary school had led me to shed away my old hairstyle because otherwise, I would look like a geek.

My hair, is special. Yes, if you noticed, I have naturally a slight tinch of brown curly hair but its not about how my curly hair looks like, but when the curling starts. I adopted the curly hairs from my mom, likewise for my sisters but apparently, both of my sisters straightened their hair. My hair, would be straight when its short, but it would curl when it gets long. So, my hair, has its unique way of indicating that it needs to be cut, so as what my sister said. I view having curly hair to be both a blessing and perhaps, a curse. Not much people have it, which is why I like my curly hair but having a curly hair is hard to manage with as it gets out of control sometimes.

I envy those people with nice hair, one which doesn't need much maintenance. I dream of having a hair from which I could just wake up and go to school but it still looks good.

Going to the barber shop is like going to the butcher store, except the only difference in comparison is that my hair was the one getting butched. I NEVER had a good experience in a saloon or a barber shop before. The last incident which happened in the barber shop was when I was critised because of my " ever-so-fluent " Malay language because I mixed up with " Potong sikit " and " Sikit Potong " . Which means " Cut my hair till its little " and " Just cut a little " respectively. Huge difference eh? Just by switching and mixing those two words around, the end results are like two worlds apart.

Well, having my hair cut in a barber shop beats having my hair cut by my father. He would swing his scissors vigorously around, cutting my hair in such a manner it will look cool if you stand there watching, but if you change your attention to the person having his hair cut, you will be seeing a disfigured person moaning in pain.

Want to know how he cut a person's hair?

He would go about by snipping some of your hair first, followed by a pulling motion. What was the pulling motion for? Don't ask, I have no idea myself.
Oh! and not to mention that the scissors he used is not sharp enough and its the same scissors we used to cut food or stuff. So imagine, having some of your hair, left uncut, together with fish scales on it, between the blades of the scissor, and you would cry for mercy for the pain which was about to come as he pulls your hair.
But look on the bright side, you will live with your hair cut, accompanied with the exquisite scent of fish and some fish scales acting as a hair accessories.

Oh well, I am going to have my hair cut sooner or later. Perhaps today or a week later. I have yet tell you how my mom cut my hair like how she cuts her plants or bushes but perhaps another time.

Hurray!

2009-09-04T05:12:00.001+08:00

New Blogskin! I would say its better than my previous one, which is dull,Grey and non-interactive. The previous one brought my mood down many a times when I look at it.

A day back in a familiar school

2009-09-01T11:17:00.000+08:00

This past few days, I think I have lost my humour or may be, I didn't had one to begin with! I barely laugh or crack any jokes lately. I am sure its because of the holidays. Sigh~ Oh brother! Oh, I was not referring to you brother haha. Ok lame.

From my previous post, I had actually planned on not going back to my secondary school but for the sake of meeting my old friends, oh well, why not? Funny how people treat teacher's day to thank their teacher but I treat teacher's day as a day to meet up with my old friends.

A lot has changed ever since I graduated. As I walked through the compound of my old school, I was greeted by wall murals which were probably done by school students but it was of primary school students standard. Furthermore, they installed electronic LED signs which was in red and black in colour, counting down the days to O level. Man, if I that was installed in my graduation year, I snuck in secretly at night in school and break it to pieces. I wanted to snap a picture of it but with students all around the vicinity, I rather save the embarrassment.

I was told by my classmate that the event was starting at 8.00am so I thought it would be cool to come in an hour late since I have always been an early bird. Turns out, students weren't even assembled in school hall at the time I came and none of my classmates arrived.

Same thing as always, a song by the same people, a dance routine and etc. Entertaining but to an extent. Ok perhaps it was interesting the least to say.

But all of that was not the best part of all, the people from my school couldn't even recognise who I was. They were like " I didn't recognise you with that long hair " . And furthermore, I kept receiving comments on having my hair being long. I mean, the hair I had during the secondary school wasn't that short in length. It made me feel like I was bald during my secondary school time.

A lot have changed indeed.

Adventures I had today

2009-08-29T19:56:00.000+08:00

I woke up early today and was feeling adventurous and refreshed!
I bathed and went back to slumber -_-
After waking up for the second time, boredom was beginning to get to me and I felt like watching a retro show seeing how my hair was like an afro after waking up so I watched " Ten Fingers of Death " .

Yep.. Ten Fingers of death. Cracks me up every time I see this picture. No idea why.
Fighting scenes were decent enough although its not realistic enough.

The shi fu or teacher for the main character / hero of the show looks like a pedophile.
He even asked his student to strip naked.

I watched "The brain which nevers die" after that but it was wayyy too boring.

So I spend the rest of the day walking through my neighborhood, idling around. Beats siting at home rotting. I listened to some chinese's mom screaming at her child about math and it made my day. It brought forth memories of the past like how mom would scold my brother and me on how to do math's question but the problem was, her correct answer wasn't always correct so I would get double scolding from my mom and teacher afterward. Fantastic I know.

I returned home and fell back to sleep for the third time.

Right now, I think I am planning to watch The Ring 2 for the second time at night for entertainment sake. The ring 2 isn't scary. Watched it yesterday at midnight while eating ice-cream.

Oh well, I just hope tomorrow will be an exciting day.
Too bad I finished The Avatar. In the end, Aang cut his hair again -_-

2009-08-28T17:43:00.000+08:00

It has been awhile since I last written in my blog. I have a lot on my mind lately that I like to unload. Hmm, perhaps I shouldn't treat this blog as a diary but oh well.

Exams have ended and I have finish trashing my notes to one side of my room.
What does the future holds for me in the upcoming semester? Life ain't going to be easy from then on because of the change in module especially when you are talking about chemistry.
The last day at school was enjoyable for me, for the fact that I was able to help people and impart my knowledge unto them although my ways of explaining stinks~ Whew.

Soooo I had plans that I want to work during the holidays but I have no idea as what. Perhaps I am going to be a cashier at BurgerKing, Yew Tee point but the problem is, this is the fasting month, and I will be working in a fast food restaurant where I be in an environment where food, drinks and maths rule that domain, things. However, one thing is for sure, I am going to spend my first week repaying back my sleep debt so I am probably going to work after the first week.

Teacher's day is coming and I am probably not going judging by how I am right now. End of story.

Forgive me my beloved laptop for I have murdered you. From what I heard when I last called the technician, my laptop was diagnosed with more problems so I had to wait till next week or more to get my laptop recovered. Its my cursed hands.... I know it... since young, I can't touch precious things and even recently I wrecked my brother's laptop.

I realized that I rely on my laptop a lot. Sucks~

I am going to stop here before I start yabbering on and on.

Random Topic of the Week

2009-08-23T03:32:00.000+08:00

Its 3.32 am and I am starting to hallucinate stuff.
Here is a video which just struck my mind while I was studying and its a touching old video.
This video is an example of how language is not an issue in conveying the message / point of the video.

Just watch this sad tale all the way.

Soil science

2009-08-21T10:57:00.000+08:00

Perhaps this can shed some light on our doubts about ion exchange. Toggle FULL SCREEN MODE at the top right hand corner if you can't see. This least I could do to help those in doubts about soil science.

Ion Exchange 2

This is for Organic Matter

Importance of Organic Matter

What is wrong with me...

2009-08-18T17:02:00.000+08:00

Exams are drawing near and its already day 2 of study week yet no progressions have been made for Soil science and PLNHY.

What is wrong with me lately?! The moment I lay my fingers on my notes, I begun snoozing away. Tried multiple times to switch my study location but to no avail.

What has I done to deserve this ailment?

But I think I found a remedy for this "sickness".

Coffee.

Although I don't drink it, but it seems like my only option to salvation and hope.

I used the coffee packet I won from the GardenTech and it tastes awfully bitter but I have a feeling that I will get used to it. Argh, yuckz the taste. Its going to kill my taste bud.

Hmm it seems to be working. I am drinking it now as I am writing this.

Perhaps I will give coffee another chance. . . .

World of Warcraft

2009-08-16T23:20:00.000+08:00

My main character, a druid. Master of shapeshifter

My main character, shapeshifted into a cute owl. Played by my brother and me

A photo of me and my brother, we chosed this race and how it looks like because they are hardly played by anyone so we kinda want to stand out. The rotting undead is me :)

A picture of me, dead, when I progressed further into the game.

World of Warcraft, a spawn of devil, a game which warps your soul into it so badly it could make you not eat for two days straight or even more.
I am grateful I have stopped playing that accursed game after 6 long years.
In the past, my life revolves around it, making studying impossible.
In my opinion, World of Warcraft is the most best game of all the games I played.
One thing I noticed when I played WoW is that, you will get free items and A LOT of attention from the male society when it comes to having your character being a female.
Which was what I did. However, I played a male character most of the time.
Recent expansions and updates made World of Warcraft worser and crappier, although they are following the flow of the story.

We were so crazy about World of Warcraft that we actually made a Machinima about World of Warcraft. Although it was just a short one. Made by me and my brother.

Yep....

2009-08-15T22:47:00.000+08:00

Yay! I have finished my WSQ / LWS module. WoOoOoO! They said I was competent! Hmm, somehow I felt insulted being called competent haha. Practical was pretty much oral-based. The assessor practically guided me and gave me hint / answers through the assessment. Strangely, he was much colder to me than my other classmates. Oh well.

Watched the Up Disney movie today after the LWS module. The movie was great! It was touching, happy, comical, a little boring but all in all, the movie was moving. I shall not release any spoilers haha.

So when I reached home, I WAS " SHOWERED " WITH DURIANS! There were tons of durians but some of them were already eaten even before I took the pictures. Ok perhaps some of you will be like " Psshhh! I bought more before! " but whatever, what matters is I have tons of durians for me to eat! Too bad I can't share it.

Is it really better to have loved and lost rather than to have never loved at all?

2009-08-14T13:42:00.001+08:00

To have never loved at all, may seem like the most inhumane thing anyone could do. Depriving yourself of love, it’s like taking away a part of what makes you a human. Some may choose to deprive themselves of love because the pain they have to go through is too unbearable for one to shoulder if they were to sever their ties of relationship but, is this not an act of cowardice?

For you fear the pain which you will have to endure again if you land yourself in a relationship and you don’t want to take any more chances therefore you have opted to never loved again. However, is it really worth it?For if you wish to never have to love and exile the meaning of love, you will not succeed as a human being for thy heart will wither if it does not answer another heart, your mind shrinks away and you will only hear the echoes of your own thoughts and finds no other inspiration.

While your mind think they can afford the consequences of not being in love ever again, the consequences, in reality are far much greater than we anticipated for them to be and sometimes unknowingly, we may be self-inflicting damage to ourselves be it emotionally or perhaps physically.

To love and lost is what makes us human stronger. True love is a bumpy road and you will have to make some or many readjustments during that journey, but the experience gained can be valuable. So you have strong feelings for this person, and they do too, next thing you'll probably notice is that you're scared. This is not an uncommon reaction. You then realized that relationships are kinda scary. Questions then start to arise like What if this person is just playing me? What if they hurt me? I don't want to let my guard down.

Nobody can blame you for not wanting to be hurt or let your guard down, but by keeping your defenses up and not being vulnerable ever, you are not open to the possible good of what if's. What if he/she is the one? What if they really love me and want to be with me? What if I am throwing all this away because I am scared? One does have to have a bit of common sense and wariness, but there is a point when you need to let go and let that person in.

So maybe this or another relationship isn't destined to work. Perhaps you'll last a year or two, who knows. Point is, the experience you'll gain can help you on your journey to finding that special person, the one. You can say, “I was too giving, like a door mat, previously" or "Maybe I need to be more available next time", or "I need to listen better to my partner." If you can learn something from your past relationships to carry you on your way then it was not a waste of time.

What I say may not be reliable for I never been in relation but it is what I observe and learned so far from people’s experience.

Hectic day

2009-08-11T23:35:00.000+08:00

Went to floristry today, ALONE. Got lectured for 2hours and did an interiorscape exercise which lasted for another 20minutes. Special thanks to Jieting for smsing at the right time because as I looked at her message asking for help with perspective view, Dr Koh asked if I need to go soon. Deep down, I was like OH YEAH I NEED TO GO SOON but I just told him not really.

Soil science practical test was fine, although I repeated and did a few silly mistakes but oh well, what can I say, experience is a wonderful thing. It enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again.

Went to had lunch after that and continued to finish my report. Pretty much slacked my way through after lunch due to the post-effect of eating heavy food.

When I completed the report, only problem left was the printing and NO WAY AM I GOING TO PRINT IN NGEE ANN. It costs an absurd amount of $24++. So I summoned my brother from his slumber and had him print the report but as an exchange, I would have to treat him at Megabites. I had told him great tales about Megabites 's chicken chop cutlet so it was enough to cover the cost of the printing of paper haha.

So we had our report and model done, all was left was for Mr Dharen to come. Apparently he was in NUS from what I heard so we waited, and waited, and waited but to no avail, he didn't come.

Had to rush home, took my night classes materials and scurried off.
Now I am at home, feeling exhausted and drained. Tomorrow is a great day for me for I HAVE THE WHOLE DAY FOR MYSELF AND MY BED. I can sleep for the whole day (:
NO MORE PROJECTS, NO MORE ASSIGNMENTS but.... exams... who cares! haha. for now that is.

How long will the rain last?

2009-08-07T22:08:00.000+08:00

Sometimes, it is just taxing, on both mind and body to sustain a happy, optimistic and cheerful image while your private side screams for attention. I have drastically changed, in regards to my personality because the past me in my secondary school life, was a reserved and quiet person who pretty much stayed out of people's business and opted for solitary. My principles were easy then, Stay out of trouble and adhere to teachers' orders. For some reason at all, the thought of rebelling them never struck my mind.

During the graduation period of my secondary school life, I overheard people saying, "Secondary school was the best time of my life! "

Which made me ponder and question myself, "Was secondary school the best time of my life?"

The only thing which I could remember was pain, struggles, conflict and nothing joyous. Even if there were, it is not impactful enough for me to remember it. My CCA, Red Cross, played the prominent role in that torment.

Now more questions pop up in my head.
Was I waiting for a reaching hand which would help change me?
Am I just here waiting to be helped ?
Why am I just waiting for the change?
The more I think about my condition then, the more I sank into the quicksand of self-pity.

When I went for some leadership camp during my secondary school life, an instructor said something which struck me in the head which was " To make your presence felt ".
My existence wasn't felt at all during my secondary school life.

Staying coop up at home has brought devastating consequences to me such as being socially awkward at times, playing too much games which affects my well-being, blurring the line between reality and fantasy and so much more. I had even dragged people together with me condemning them to failure.

However, I am grateful, because I saw the world in a different perspective. I enjoyed being the spectator and learning from people's mistakes but as time goes by, it was starting to get to me.

So I decided to make an attempt, to change myself to a more outgoing person from poly life on. However, I am not planning to entirely changed myself totally to the extent that when I am on my deathbed and as I look through the reflections of someone's eyes, the me I see is not the me I am and I will get intimidated by the him I see. It is such a precarious balance to maintain. The old me, and the ideal me.

My aim is not to become yet another face in the crowd but, just to become more outspoken, able to withstand criticism and make my presence felt.

Floristry and some other stuff. . . .

2009-08-04T22:29:00.001+08:00

Well, right now, I am too lazy to elaborate but I am just going to write a brief description about the pictures because I am in a shitty state right now after night class. Sigh~
Well I was forced to do floristry today with Audrey, we got 75 marks amazingly, but I can tell we actually got lower than it if not for my classmate saying, " I CAN SENSE THE LOVE CONNECTION or some other stuff ". I feel bad for her for having stick with a lousy ass person.
* Low self-esteem detected!!!!

Well, at last we have finished the model for Mr Dharen project, small but its still ok.

My brother bought a capo today! Yay * shakes off fake smile. Sigh~ Oh well, back to GRC. . . .

Boemerang

2009-08-01T20:48:00.001+08:00

I laughed my ass out when I watched this video.

Continuous of Previous Post

2009-07-31T20:25:00.000+08:00

I felt weird shaking people's hand as they wished me Happy Birthday. I was like uhh, yeah haha thanks.

When I was on my way home with Clement in bus 184, an overly obese person stopped me in my track and asked me, " Can I have your sticker? ".
I was like "Huh? Here you go haha."

He was referring to the temperature sticker.
For the benefit or my non-Ngee Ann Poly friends, the sticker is a yellow / blue colour sticker which says " I'm Well! ". It is to indicate that you are not sick . Have to get them every morning and afternoon.

When I reached home, and checked my npmail, I found a mail by Mr Saiful which I found interesting and a little funny.

"Hi people
if not done your Module experience survey, please do it by today. It is important !!!!!I If not HLM will be in trouble.
You can scroll below to get to the website. Only a few minutes to complete.

Thanx a millions. "

Haha...ignore if you don't get it

So Friday was my test and I studied the day before it, superb, I know. Went to school feeling confident, met Azrul and did last minute revision together, entered the lab and started the paper and I gasped.

I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR IT.

THERE WERE NO TABLE FOR THE MOLECULAR WT.

Well I sat there, scratching my head for god knows how long but I figured how to do. Time was against me too.

" You have 11 more mins left " and I was at the first question only!
Today is friday and the pract test buried me instead.
Reality jolted me back to earth and shattered my moral right in my face but yet.... I am still slacking XD

Oh yeah, nearly slipped my mind, I got my birthday gift from Joyce, Audrey, YOURONG, Carol, Wanjing and Jieting. They gave me a food hamper -_-
Haha this is what I get for telling them that I was born in the month of the hungry ghost.

Xueqi, Meishen, Jewellcy and Stacey bought me a billa bong shirt, I wore it today for school.

Thanks everyone (:

After that, En Xian and me went to hort garden and when En Xian was playing with the hose, a rainbow appeared! When the hort garden ended, I noticed my beloved pants had a hole! ):

Birthday

2009-07-31T00:56:00.001+08:00

Haha I had already my classmates motives the moment they want me out of the class. Anyway, the cake was better than expected with the exception of the red cherry and the paper/plastic leaves.

Progression

2009-07-29T19:49:00.000+08:00

HAHA! TODAY I HAVE BURIED YOU COMKIT2. DIE AND MAY YOUR ROT FOREVA MUHAHAHA.

*Please feed the earthworms with your nutrients while you are at it. Haha sorry private jokes XD

Next on the hit list -

Environment science = I am dead
LWS on work safety etc
Mr darenen project - I know his name is Dharenen
GRC - Have to scratch my brain on how to colour for this

Don't worry, I will make nice tombstone for all of you assignments / projects.

Sorry, I am not in my normal frame of mind because I have not been eating my medicine.

Bbq

2009-07-26T22:18:00.001+08:00

When I went to hortpark earlier on, the witch at the fantasy garden apparently broke her spine. Must be due to old age haha!

Well here are some of the footages when I went for the bbq. The condo we went was ............wow.....

There are more footages but this is what I got so far.

Uneasiness

2009-07-24T21:16:00.001+08:00

Recently, I have this lurking feeling of uneasiness in me and I can't put it to rest. Due to it, I am feeling rather stressful lately and have not been blogging recent events lately.

I am guessing its my project. Its threatening my already fragile moral. So far I have :

COMKIT2 -Final Presentation / Final Written test

Landscape Studio I: Design Fundamental - Project

Graphics And Communication I - Final Work

Environment Science - Project

PLNYHY - Practical Test

Upcoming Exams

GAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am starting to lose it.
Mu.s..t......r...e..t.aiin.....m..y.........sa..ni...ty

I should start doing my assignments and stuff but I just don't have that push to start me going.
I am adding unnecessary pressure to myself.
Perhaps I could use my stress to fuel me so I can start doing things...

Counterstrike is also putting pressure on my already-strained moral.
Haha, I am not blaming anyone for this especially Clement for introducing me this game.

Fallen pigeon went up and away.......

2009-07-23T17:12:00.000+08:00

Picture is self-explanatory .
Apparently the bird ceases to live even before I reached home.
Cause of death is still unknown but one thing for sure is it is not caused by US!
Too bad our time together was too short and the bird was kinda tame.

I forgive you for pooping on me.
Bye bye

A fallen pigeon

2009-07-19T17:19:00.001+08:00

So today, when I went out with my Mom and bro, we stumbled upon what we initially thought was a lifeless bird, upon closer inspection, the bird was still alive but apparently it has broken its feet. So we took the bird under our wings. Haha wings... sorry private jokes. When I caught it at first, it struggled and flew away, but not before pooping on me.

Special thanks to Morgan for borrowing / giving his precious hand phone to me. Ok, I am not sure whether it is precious to him but I am truly grateful his kindness. Thanks!

Random topic of the week

2009-07-19T09:11:00.000+08:00

Eh?! Move in please! Got space behind move please!

Hearing that being repeated and how it delays my journey just ticks me off. Sometimes, if I don’t move in ENOUGH for the bus conductor, he will give me that " I am going to screw you if you don’t move in" look accompanied by his meaningless swinging of hand, moving his whole body together with him. Like his reminder was already bad enough but the addition of his whole body to the picture was awww….. I could imagine it, his belt of fats on his belly swinging in all direction like as if they are franticly trying to escape. After blowing that meaningless gesture out of proportion, he will delude himself into thinking that "Hey! I’m a really good guy for making more space for more people to be crammed which somehow motivated him to do it at every stop". But Hey! I've got an idea, instead of trying your best cramming everyone in the bus it'll be great if you could just move on! But look on the bright side, it’s not half that bad I suppose, because if you are outside, you will get to see people's face getting their face slammed against the door – epic.

However, surviving in the bus and getting on the bus are totally two different worlds. You can literally be the last boarding the bus although you are right in front of the door. Ok perhaps it’s just me because I have this internal system to let people go first before going ahead. I suppose a conscience is what hurts when all of your other parts feel so good [ if you know what I mean ] but sometimes, I think it is ludicrous because people try to board the bus, like their life depends on it. I mean come on! Enough with the pushing and shoving already.

But sometimes, even I do silly stuff on the bus. Especially when those semi-retarded bus drivers who mastered the art of braking and accelerating execute their moves so gracefully, I dare not lose my grip but sometimes when I hold onto the hand-grip for my dear life, I would end up working as a part-time barber, doing my service by pulling people’s hair. I was once commented on my expertise with a soundless “F You “.

Most importantly, there are the ‘ Chiongers ‘ who comprises mainly of aunties and uncles. They are the kind of people who will head towards the back of the bus whether the odds are against them or not. How moving. It’s like watching an Indian action movie on how they struggle and fight their way through to the top or may I say the back. The only thing missing was an Indian dance. Apparently they can’t sing too because similarly to the bus driver, the only thing they said was “PLEASE MOVE IN”. Normally I would utilize my bag to stop them in their track for their conquest for world domination!

Sometimes, when I am alighting the bus, I would normally be oblivious to where the direction of my bag would be swinging. It landed on someone’s face once before while they were sleeping. How I knew? Apart from my brother telling me, the sound ‘ oorph’ was enough. I kept telling myself, "Look forward towards the bright future and don't stare at trouble brewing behind! "

Smelling people’s armpit wasn’t part of my to-do-list when I am on the bus but apparently it happened. Usually, it happened during the peak hours of afternoon. What could be worse than this? Well how about standing right in front of a sweaty Indian person’s armpit. Oh! Let me pick your armpit hair while I am on it so I can become a better barber. The fusion of their natural scent and their armpit creates an out of the world experience. I strongly recommend everyone to try it once in their lifetime. And no, I am not racist, ok may be a little towards Indian but forgive me. Of course what I said is not intending to create a racial dispute or anything so if you are angry, chillax~

Well taking buses have always been a part of me and I enjoyed it, I truly do. Although what I mostly experienced and mentioned are negative, but it would serve as beautiful memories for the future. But I don't blame the bus driver for what they do because they are just doing their work but the only one who is to blame is me for always being late XD.

I didn’t state everything here because it would look ridiculous having a long essay filling up my blog but here are a couple of short sentences describing it.

Ranging from

Weird gas smell coming from the back of the bus – Probably the bus farting

(Half-dead people a.k.a) head bangers head butting the hand grip; well I am not an exception, happened to me once or twice.

Passenger fooling around hysterically pressing the stop button for fun – deprived of childhood
Malaysian bus driver - Talented F1 Drivers

I think my China neighbor should get a job as a bus driver so other people would be fortunate enough to receive the same privilege as me

Who thought of that? Sheer brilliance XD

Don't get it? Go figure.

An attempt to keep my blog alive

2009-07-18T22:31:00.000+08:00

Gosh... writing my blog is starting to feel like a chore but I have to make an effort in keeping it alive. Oh well~

Well here a random joke although it may be a little sexist.

I burnt a hole through my wallet today buying copic markers. At least I will be using them for the next 3 years and refilling will be free.

Floristry

2009-07-15T18:21:00.000+08:00

So we were told to bring 8 oranges, 8 apples and a bunch of unripe banana for Floristry lessons but me being a little deaf, I heard the banana part wrongly. Initially I thought we were suppose to buy ripe bananas, so I went to Fairprice with the intention of buying ripe banana and there weren't there, only UNRIPE BANANA was left, not knowing that I was suppose to buy the unripe banana. Those unripe banana was small anyway. So I went to buy something of equivalent size- a cucumber.

Initially, I had doubts whether cucumber was a fruit in the first place so I searched and .... they said that "Cucumbers are scientifically classified as fruits. Much like tomatoes and squash, however, their sour-bitter flavor contributes to cucumbers being perceived, prepared and eaten as vegetables"

So this is how my arrangement looked like. Yes I know the background is rather distracting but oh well! I was suppose to make this post on the day itself, Tuesday, but kinda procrastinated. XD

Random topic of the week

2009-07-12T21:32:00.001+08:00

18 years old this year, despite my own acceptance of my age, it still amazes me how time has flies, like how a candle flame is easily snuffed out. I enjoy closing my eyes and regress back into time, seeing glimpses of my past although not all of them have been those spectacular memories where one would fancy to remember. I have always fantasied back then about what wonders could have been done if I could do sorcery or if I was granted 3 wishes.

However.... now that I thought about it, I believe there are no need for magic to exist, if not for the absence of magic, I would not be who I am today and I am happy for who I am right now. I have no complaints about my path and the places it has taken me. But do not be misled. I am nothing special; of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts, and I have led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but having someone acknowledging my presence, this has always been enough.

Even if I was granted a wish, that wish would be for everyone I know and care to be happy.

They got Talent to Headshot

2009-07-09T22:53:00.000+08:00

Well, look on the bright side, at least these 'talented' people head shot to fame.
Whether its fake or not, it does not matter.
The archery thing is around the end of the clip.
Failure at its best.

Side track

I think I saw Pocong today.... in my block rubbish throwing area but I doubt so because it would make no sense haha. Ghost and rubbish just doesn't connect.

A Walk to Remember

2009-07-09T17:22:00.000+08:00

I had recently finished a book called "A Walk to Remember" and the book wasn't as bad as I anticipated it to be. I begun reading the book from yesterday night till today and I continued reading it in school to the extent that I would actually move around while reading at the same time around and no I am not boasting my ability to multi-task because I almost fell a couple of time because of the uneven ground, drain cover and leaves, wait, leaves? Go figure.

I didn't relinquish my grip of the book off my hand, okay perhaps during lunch time and some other time. I don't know why the book was so riveting, my eyes and hands were literally glued to the book and it actually kinda felt good reading a book. As the story progresses, the intensity of emotion intensify and it made me wholly absorbed too.

Bittersweet would be the word to describe the book.

So here is how the book looks like, different from the one I read, nonetheless it is still the same.

A book I would recommend anyone to read but be equip with a box of tissue if you are reading the last few chapters of the book especially if you are a female.

This book impels me to do good deeds somehow XD

Special thanks to my brother's friend Fyy for having us borrow her book.

Transfomers

2009-07-04T20:32:00.000+08:00

I went to watch Transformers with my mom and brother today and it was epic! However initially, I was reluctant to go because I was too lazy to move my dead-beaten ass out of my bed but after an intense internal struggle, I eventually went. Well, given the options to either sit in my house, rot and do my project OR I could enjoy a movie, I would go with the obvious, besides a change of air would be nice once in a while. Pfft. Why study in the first place? I believe everyone was born intelligent, its just that education ruined us.

What I enjoyed about the movie was particularly the fight scenes and when the robots transform. Watching them bash each other up was thrilling too but too bad no good guys eventually died in the end because in the end, all of them were came back to life. Bummer!

My mom slept through the movie because it was too "intense" for her. Well at least she did not drool on me.

*Side-track + Flashback *
Me and my brother used to dig my mom's nose to watch her facial reaction when she was sleeping when we were young. Disgusting I know, one of the weird things I do when I was bored in the past haha.

Well in conclusion, movie was awesome but let the good guys die already! Some of your may beg to differ but this is just from my point of view.

Self-damnation

2009-07-01T22:39:00.000+08:00

Lately, I have been excusing my failures and gotten into a blaming mode, condemning most everything around me.

I had seek out friends, or even " experts, " who would agree and give me more ammunition or fuel to justify my plight, and as I proceed to attribute every mistake and misfortune in my life to poor environment, disturbed upbringing and even genetics, I unknowingly began to sink deeper and deeper into the quicksand of self-pity.

In fact, the turmoil I am in, is starting to take their toll in my life and is starting to influence my future. Yet, the difference between being influenced by and determined by is 180 degrees. I realized that the point becomes whether or not I will allow myself to remain victimized for the rest of my life or take a step in changing the course of my life.

I suppose I have to refuse to let my past circumstances dictate my future. In the often depressing negativism environment surrounding me today, ....Hope... I suppose is an absolute imperative to maintain my sanity.

Bad day

2009-06-30T21:17:00.000+08:00

Yep, like the title suggest it , a bad day. Might as well write it while its still vivid. Well it started with me thinking that I could take a short nap for just 5 minutes, but ended up dozing off for 1 hour. I had a nice sleep though that is what matter the most.Been deprived of sleep these few days because of projects.

So I scurried away to school and after sucessfully penetrating the "Great Wall of Singapore" - refering to the crowd blocking the entrance of the mrt train- kinda felt guilty when I pushed this auntie out of the train. However Singapore's train is nothing compared to Japan's train commuters getting cramped into the train. They actually hired people to push people into the train cart! I saw the video and I was like omgeh. Haha. Haha ignore this if you don't get it. [Sorry for the side-track]

Just when the train was going to move, someone just had to press telecom button, and that anonymous person sounded like a chinese Ah pek. But wait! I could sense that the air changed. The first thing which struck my mind was. Bomb. Apparently I wasn't the only one who shared the same mentality. I could see worry leaking out of people's face too. The utter helplessness and hopelessness of getting trapped inside the closed door of the train having no means of escape, thrilling. Haha but it was amusing for me to watch them. Few seconds later, you could hear the driver of the train yapping, can't remember what he said. Probably that anonymous person felt scorned and may he get tormented from the glares piercing his body throughout his journey.
After a few minutes have lapsed, the train started to embark on its journey again and "flowery language" cleansed the air of uncertainty, refering to the bomb, with words like ' si bei slow' and " CCB". But,Hey! Look on the bright side, I get my daily dosage of entertainment right early in the morning.

So I alighted the train and went down the stairs, FLAP FLAP FLAP, slippers..... hah! Sometimes I wonder what goes through my own mind when I was rushing. But thankfully it wasn't Mr Greg practical or I might as well dig my own grave on that spot. "Here lies Asri, the forgetful one. Who was deprived of his sleep."

So I went to the shop at the bus stop, reached out and pulled out my what was suppose to be my 2 dollars. Gone. I frantically searched my pockets in my pants, my 7 dollars, comprising of a 2 dollar note and a 5 dollar note gone. Kapish! Just like that. And I was suppose to use that 7 dollar to pay for the birthday present! But yet I am using it to buy drinks haha. My 7 dollars....wherever you are right now, I hope you are happy with your new owner. - Sorry private jokes with myself. Hah. I know. So class started etc etc, bla bla bla. So right now I am siting down grieving about my hair. Oh my beloved long hair, it was a priviledge knowing you. Had my mum cut my hair - bad idea and nope, its not the bowl on the head method of cutting. But now I look like some kind of Indonesian maid haha.

So that concludes my day.
Whew what a day!But what the heck, life goes on haha.

Things on my mind

2009-06-29T22:00:00.000+08:00

I feel helpless
There's nothing much I could do or say
Is it a shame that I tried?
Just let me be a distant memory
But it doesn't mean that I no longer care
But here is a goodbye to you~

Projects, projects and MORE PROJECTS

2009-06-29T19:47:00.001+08:00

Just when I thought I have nailed one project and I could move on to another, another one crop up. Oh well, at least I am glad that I have done Soil Science but now its COMKIT2. I HATE MY IS MODULE. SPARE ME THE AGONY.

Random topic of the week

2009-06-21T21:00:00.000+08:00

As the title suggest, I will be writing random topic every Sunday. Today's topic will be my China neighbor! It is not that I am racist or anything but i just find them an interesting batch.

My China neighbor never cease to amaze me, whether it comes from their Chinese opera singing "band" or to their loud hailer voice. I have the privilege of listening to their melodious high pitch voice every morning accompanied by the cacophony their infant made.

Hey! That is not it, I will constantly get frighten by their daughter who walks past by my house soundless flawlessly. Sometimes, if I am fortunate, she will drag her hand and move it horizontally or perhaps put her face and close in to my window.Hoho!Am I thankful that my window is not the see through kind.

But my neighbor ain't all bad, they would bring newspaper every morning on a voluntary basis and their child would drop my mom's garden fences and mess with her garden on a regular basis.

In conclusion, I feel blessed to meet and live beside an interesting bunch of people whether they are
weird or not.

Aaarrggghhh

2009-06-19T22:29:00.000+08:00

Day 5 or more... I lost count

I can't seem to just simply record my own composition of Tifa's theme on my computer... There has to be some obstacles like noises, mistakes and etc....

I...w..i.l..l.........re.c..or...d......it..........b...y.......TOMORROW!

Hort Camp

2009-06-18T23:19:00.000+08:00

I don't have much recollection of what had happened even though the camp had just ended today haha- short term memory but I still have fragments of them. There were not much significant moments but there were a few. The amazing race, the people and the budget food haha. The loft room we stayed in was awesome, from the bathroom to the living room. I had come prepare with my own pillow however it was not enough to battle against the cold harsh conditions of the morning. I had to sleep on the floor though but I was told in the morning that there were extra beds in other rooms. W T F . I may have not written everything about the hort camp such as the hike to the mount faber, the passing game of the evolved size pocky thingy, me eating mc flurry at night, and the national day parade helicopter flyover which was my first time and it was AWESOME. I met "yurong's sister" haha. I was kinda suprised that she didn't say anything or object about her being yurong's sister. She even turned around when I called her yurong sister haha and even their personality is sort similar.

Conclusion, camp was awesome but it was kinda short. The food wasn't the best its edible.