Fuzzy Little People

Free

2009-10-23T07:05:00.000-07:00

For all the efforts I made to buy comic books when I was little; stealing from mom's purse, saving up pocket monies and collecting loose change from the bottom of pencil holders. Now you tell me that Doraemon chapters are available online???

Fuck you internet!!

Rereading Doraemon for the umph-teenth time now.

My favorite Scene

2009-09-24T00:44:00.001-07:00

Little Amelie awaits for her revenge...

Glad Wrap Storage Bag

2009-09-18T04:33:00.000-07:00

Hohoho~ Christmas came early this year as I found this magnificent money-saving, space efficient, anti-oxidative product used to preserve the lifespan of my vegies, indefinitely.

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【怨情】

2009-09-08T05:48:00.000-07:00

美人卷珠帘，深坐颦蛾眉。但见泪痕湿，不知心恨谁？

李白

"If you work for a living, why do you kill yourself working?"

2009-08-28T03:37:00.000-07:00

A year ago, this quote wouldn't have ring a bell nor lit a lightbulb in my head, coz it was the uni days. No work, no job, no obligations.

It is beautiful, how a movie - 'The Good, The Bad and The Ugly' is able to conjure such starkly epiphany, simply because life imitates art.

When I was jobless, I swore to hold on to a job no matter how tough the job is. It is amazing how idleness can drive an individual to make a resolution as crazy and mindless.

Today, I am not backing out from my resolution, as I think it (in some perspective) encourages me. Nevertheless, ever pondering the meaning of this quote, I had come to a point and learn to ask "Do you really wanna be in a crazed Rat Race?" Calling it a race is unfair, as there won't be a winner, just as true as the race will never end.

Learning to give and take, win some and lose some. It ain't a uni subject, and it ain't hard to do. It's amiable to be eager in tasting success. At the same time, it is also important to know when to 'slow down' or 'be at ease'.

don't stop, but don't break your back either,

good luck

I Punched the Little Girl

2009-08-20T06:48:00.000-07:00

Dear Mr. Sandman, please bestow upon me a good dream tonight. Because I loathed the one I had for my nap, you know, the one where I punched a little girl.

In all fairness, did you expect otherwise? A dream that begins where I lost my credit card and a strange little girl starts to annoy me, I feel that it's completely justified (in dreamland laws) that I hurled a punch out of frustration.

In retrospect, it's kinda stupid waking up from a relaxing nap hurling a punch that landed on my laptop. Yeah, my laptop! Ouch!

So, here's the deal. I've never had such violent dreams such as this and it worries me for fears that I might turn into the Hulk with uncontrollable rage. Imma take things slow at work and YOU provide me with sweet dreams - at least 6 times a week, starting TONIGHT.

A pretty sweet deal, eh? Done!

Here's to a good night and sweet dreams.

Reunion Dinner

2009-07-30T20:46:00.000-07:00

Dear blog,

I've recently realised that I've missed 2 reunion dinners and planning to do the same for the third one.

Students, working class, sons and daughters. Some think that a Reunion Dinner is just a dinner, one like any other. Till one day it is gone and lost forever. It happens I tell you, it really does. Few of the common excuses of not having a Reunion Dinner are, too busy to attend, too hectic to organise, no one attending because everyone is overseas (or feuding), etc.

I've come to realised that being in a reunion dinner is a greatly rewarding experience. You learn the tradition, learn the respect. Learn to know cousins or relatives you don't know existed. You learn to address elders by their correct names and relation. Not to mention to savour the food and recipes that had been cooking for years. The plates and bowls with tiny cracks and motives of fish, roosters and chinese characters. The unventilated dining hall where adults dine separately from kids because there wasn't enough spaces. And, passing the only soy sauce bottle person to person to add into their soupy rice.

It was hot, sweaty, loud and merry, that is how a Hakka-style Reunion dinner should be.

I am going back for CNY. With a mission to revive the tradition taken from me.

For those who still has Reunion dinners in their family, I implore you to cherish this great tradition.

Spring :D :D :D

2009-07-25T22:58:00.000-07:00

Spring hath cometh!

追

2009-07-24T15:08:00.000-07:00

Damn! I'm gonna learn this song!

Did the movie 'Music and Lyrics' copy this?

“我坐咗喺屎坑四年先諗到呢四句咋。" ~ very cute

The Bad Mood Post

2009-07-17T00:28:00.000-07:00

Sometimes...

We gotta let go of things in order to venture into the future. For holding on to things like people, habits, principles, attitudes, expectations, opinions and etc, will simply just cause retardation to any possible developments.

Without doubt, that the present holds greater importance than the past and even the future. But since humans are essentially emotional creatures, the past often find ways to sneak up from behind and seize a moment of insanity. For that brief moment, the body suffocates and every muscle would cringe. The mind feels like it is being sliced by a razor blade and your forehead wrinkles up.

And all you could do is scream and curse under your sheets.

With such distress in mind, what will relieve or prevent such agony from occuring?

None?

Or maybe the BETTER question is, why would I stop these emotional seizures from happening?

Everyone has done things that deserves either to be rewarded or punished. Best get along with the consequences and don't be frustrated by it. Keeping my conscience always works till now. At the same time, i'm leaving my principles outside too.

Emotion is a tacky little bitch. Sometimes.

Today I'm in a Good Mood

2009-07-08T02:17:00.000-07:00

Yes I am.

See, because I'm smiling.

You can't see it, of course.

It's your loss really, for everything around me seems so right.

So I am telling you, I'm blissful for all the reasons possible.

Let me tell you what I'm going to do later.

I'm going to have some mashed potatoes, vegs and pan-fried salmon for dinner.

Then, I'm gonna finish the JCVD movie.

Damn, this feels gooooood.

Premonition

2009-07-06T01:10:00.000-07:00

While i lay on my bed, for a nap. This stuck me.

"Maybe in the future, death will become a choice not an ultimatum."

And this too...

"...with my PR, I can earn some money by going into the fake marriage business. According to my sources, it pays $17,000 to $20,000 aud...

...Woot."

The Crave

2009-06-29T21:27:00.000-07:00

Weary eyes, ringing ears, shallow breath, and a broken body.

Now i realise the craving for a some jazz, a drink and cigarettes.

Transformers, kiss my ass.

2009-06-26T08:43:00.000-07:00

Please transform into the $16.80 I paid for the IMax ticket back to me.

The film was effing boring, and I fell asleep twice. TWICE!! for fuck's sake.

3:30 a.m

2009-06-20T10:40:00.001-07:00

... and thus, this will be the ungodly hour that he shall start working.

Sounds like a dea*th* sentence.

Today I am trying to readjust my biological clock, to sleep at 8 p.m and wake up at 2:40 a.m.

Just like the coal miners in China,

just like my forefathers,

just like....*YAWN*

Shit, waking up at this hours is one major frustration. I hate everything. I hate the light, the noise caused by others, and I hate everything.

Hard to imagine that my first post-graduate job starts at 3:30 a.m, Monday toThursday in 10 hours shifts.

This better lead to a damn HUGE reward at the end of the fucking tunnel, or else I'm going postal.

2 Questions

2009-06-16T03:52:00.000-07:00

Do you ppl clean your bellybutton?

If yes, how?

Rid Tanha

2009-06-12T07:30:00.000-07:00

Being idle for such lengthy time, I've learnt to deal with gaining or losing to expectations.

Whether this job opportunity comes through or not, it doesn't matter much. At least I'm not affected devastatingly. For instance, whenever my application is rejected, my blood pressure spikes (at least it feels like so).

Rid tanha, rid tanha, rid tanha.

Rid the tanha in becoming and unbecoming.

Let it slither off like mud on the root of a lotus.

Or like winds on an unshakable mountain.

Gotta relax. And focus. Clear mind. One step. Don't fall.

Another step.

God, I wish I can go back to that dream.

2009-06-04T17:07:00.000-07:00

I travelled into a dark cave, with grey stones and long, deep stairwells.

At the end I saw a lady in white dressed in Malay baju kurung and tudung.

She stood by a window under a blurry silhouette, and i freaked out thinking she was a ghost.

Within the cave, there was another cave.

But it was a paradise covered in green and sunlight.

It had circular paths with ponds and stepping stones covered in moss.

Despite the path leading into the skies, I will never slip or fall.

At the top, a fresh breeze fills my lungs as the lands was in the greenest green and the skies in perfect blue with patches of clouds.

Quickly, I told my friends about it.

But the time we arrived, it vanished. It was unreachable.

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This is the most vivid, beautiful and serene dream I'd ever had. And who says we don't dream in colours?

Very weird dream

2009-05-31T06:56:00.000-07:00

In my dreams, I saw a bride in white. She ran down a flight of stairs and jumped into my convertible. "Let's go.", she said.

Yesterday night was the first bridal-themed dreams I've ever had.

Very scary.

Picture of the Day

2009-05-24T03:39:00.001-07:00

'The Undies That Escaped the Closet'

Flu Scare

2009-05-16T06:12:00.000-07:00

I had the symptoms, sore throat, cough, body ache, right after i stepped down the plane, on the way home in a taxi.

With the swine flu epidemic raging across the globe, I went to a GP the next morning.

Interesting thing is after telling them I had travelled overseas recently, they didn't ask me to wait, didn't ask for an appointment, instead I was ushered in the little quarantined area where the nurse had to talk to me standing outside the door wearing a surgical mask.

It turns out that, I caught the common flu. Since I have not received my Medicare card, i had to pay $60 for paracetamol and lozenges prescription - 'prescription' as in advice, not including drugs.

It happened in such an untimely fashion, really. And btw, I Hate sore throat/coughs. I hate it with a passion. It takes a very long time to recover, my record was 8 weeks, and coughing really makes me gasp for air. Worst of all, it is a Virus infection, which means there's no immediate treatment, only relieve of symptoms.

Tips to relieve symptoms:

1. Paracetamol. Lots of them. Take it when you are sleeping, awake, after meals, even when you are pooping. It works wonders.

2. Whiskey, neat. Sip one finger of whiskey b4 you go to bed. Add a cube of ice if it's strong.

3. Lie down on a bed and refrain from standing because it causes more coughing.

4. If the weather is warm enough, strip down and start strecthing the upper torso.

Disclaimer: The claims above are totally subjective to individual and its effect may vary depending on the individual. The author is not liable on adverse outcomes due to these methods.

What's in your shoebox?

2009-04-30T18:53:00.000-07:00

Dear Blog,

Here's a thought. While I was tidying up my room before I leave for OZ land, i found my old shoebox from when I was little.

People keep different things in their shoeboxes.

Some liked photos, some letters, collectibles, old spectacles, porno mags, etc etc etc....

At the sight of my old shoebox, it's hard to believe how long has it been since I last opened it.

Behind that cardboard cover, contains items that are preserved through time in dust each with a story that summarises the past.

Reminising the past is best done in moderation, I guess. Cos, the present has much more to offer. I'll reserve the reminiscence till the time I have nothing more to look forward to.

So, I'm keeping my shoebox the way it is. Nothing is going in or out. Like cognac, letting it 'age' through time as it grows refined. Possibly another 60 years :)

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I wonder how long will this timecapsule last?

What's in your shoebox?

What I Did 2 Days After My 24th Birthday

2009-04-29T21:22:00.000-07:00

Oh Yeaaaa~ What-da-whaaat???

me and my high quality carpet hair.

i have no need for hair cream the next 4 months. Mua hahaha!

gotta lose some weight tho.

What I Did in Singapore

2009-04-26T00:51:00.000-07:00

I baked cookies. (also good for vegans)

Repaired some broken toys for my cousins.

Made a Chinese chess set for my cousins.

Picked age appropriate Chinese manga books for the cousin.

(both above are initiatives to encourage my cousin to pick up Chinese)

Here're my delicious pineapple cookies,

Although the trip was outright boring, strangely, I enjoyed it.

Weird~

I guess it is sometimes entertaining doing stuff for other people.

And, I was surveyed by the Ministry of Tourism on how much i've spent in Sg.

=Zero.

Boy, my survey sure is gonna skew their statistics.

My 10-Years Overdue Dentist Visit

2009-04-12T07:25:00.000-07:00

The reason is I was traumatised by my primary school dentist (whom yanked out my two front teeth using her fingers). Her 'raw and brutal' tooth extraction technique left a mental scar.

A TMJ syndrome made me relent on going to a dentist. The clicking of my jaw was so annoying, i had to seek treatment.

First, a GP - also my family doctor made a perceptive observation and correctly diagnosed me with TMJ syndrome

due to bruxism.

And then, i approached an orthodontist and he molded my teeth for a nightguard.

Also, he found two cavities. The one on the pic is extra huge, half of my tooth is dead.

How did it get unnoticed? Floride is the main culprit. Florides in toothpaste makes the outer layer of a tooth strong, so it covered up t

he cavity outside, but leaving the inner tooth vulnerable. When the dentist drilled into my tooth, the decay was as big as a corn's kernel.

On the bright side, I had finally filled up all my cavities, and also had teeth scaling (it's like teeth manicure). Look out for my sparkling, vivacious smile :D

I'm definitely going to the dentist next year.

The Hash

2009-04-07T08:09:00.000-07:00

This post may not be as eloquent or as organised (and long-winded) as it should be, for I am "typing under influence"(pardon me). But, I am pretty sure I am recording one of the most underrated, most subtle, most secretive, most unpublicised, yet most satisfactory event in Kajang, Mont Kiara, Broga, and Cheras.

It is called "The Hash".

Imagine, a collection of people. Disregarding wealth, social status, health, and most importantly AGE, in a rendezvous at the bottom of Broga Hill. The aim? A 1.5 hrs hike up Broga Hill (purportedly 1000 metres in height, but actually 300+ metres.), and eventually, free flow of beer, snacks and food at the FINISH line.

Sounds good eh? According to this link, Malaysian hashing started during the British colonial rule, and to my observation, it is a dying tradition. Because it involves strenuous physical exercises and heavy boozing, 2 qualities that are extremes opposites to youngsters. Sure, one might not approve the overindulgence of alcohol and debilitating marathon around lalangs and steep hills and mud. But after experiencing 1 and 1/2 hrs of physical torment (e.g, hiking, scaling down slopes, hiking again, getting lost, hopping over water streams and jogging) one can yet feel the satisfaction, good company of fellow 'hashiers' and still wanting for more.

This is my first Hashing experience,

I FIRST noticed hashing from my local Chicken rice stall, approximately 6-7 yrs ago. On his stall's glass panels, there were multiple "House Harrier Hash", "888" or 'cock-themed' stickers on display. I always wondered the origins of these organisations.

Today, my Uncle arrived in Malaysia from Perth , and invited me to a 'Hash' in Broga Hill, near Mantin. Without hesitation, I agreed to tag along. Albeit I was warned by my aunt that Hashing events are simply made up reasons for men and women to drink.

Arrived at the location at 5:30 p.m on a Tuesday evening. To my dismay, the participants were all in their mid- 40s. As the Chinese saying, they were "Evening Birds".

But! I was not completely discouraged. The MAIN objective was to overcome the marathon challenge. Guided by a "Super" we were hiking Broga Hill in no time. Carefully following paper trails and deciphering hollers from hiking mates in front, warning us about thorns, holes and slopes ahead.

I must say, the Supers were highly supportive on newcomers, although they are not as fit. At one point on course, I got lost - distracted by a odd-looking tree-house with a person living in it. Indo immigrant looking after the plantation perhaps. Or is it....? creepy.

Finally, after an hour and half of physical torment and humiliation, here comes the reward! Free flow of ICE Cold beer and nasi lemak snack! <<---snack.

By Hashiers' tradition, b4 dinner there will be a 'circus' or 'circle'. A circus is where the Grandmaster (GM) announces the updates on events and newbies get 'initiated' be hashiers. The process goes like this, everyone gathers in a circle and the newbie tell everyone his/her name, address, the person who brought him in the hash, and did he/she have fun in the first hash. To make things more interesting, newbies will have to sit on a block of ice. YES! ICE!!

Logically, you wouldn't dare piss off 80+ mid aged people, so you suck up to them. I did great, so no ICE CHAIR for me. In fact, I got handshakes from many hashiers. Did I mention they'll sing a song and the newbie was to down a whole stubbie of beer?

After 5 stubbies, we were led to a roadside restaurant and treated dinner. 4 dishes consisting of 2 vegies, one pork and one fish... and dessert.

So! what do I think of this unique experience? Pure magnificence. I never thought I'll play well with mid-aged people. For I constantly forget that THEY were 23 y.o like me years before, carefree, thoughtless, bashful and fearless.

I guess having a youngster within the crowd is a delight for them. Maybe it's the fatigue, maybe it's the alcohol, but for 1st time hashier like me being in the center of the crowd, ppl picking debris off your face and shaking your hands and knowing your mother, uncle, maybe grandfather on introduction... it gives you a sense of familiarity.

They drink, smoke, curse and binge on illicit stuff. On the contrary, they kid, tease, and laugh at anyone, everyone! Age, gender, height, looks, education, wealth do not matter, well at least at the hash.

I've finally found something unique in my hometown.

*There were no injuries during the hash run. One did, however occurred when an old man got too drunk and fell on his head. Dummy.

Superstition

2009-03-26T19:06:00.000-07:00

Here is an interesting picture. Taken in an elevator of a share market. Superstitious as always.

Earth Hour

2009-03-26T08:54:00.000-07:00

... is it's merely a symbolic gesture to remind us that the world is dying. And that we are the ones killing it. Nonetheless, it is also incapable of what it claims to do (if not "claim", then "propagate").

One must admit that Earth Hour adverts are highly suggestive that if we stay dark for an hour on that special day - March the 29th, it'll save the world from crumbling into the depths of global warming, CO2 overload, and possibly the extinction of cub seals in North Pole (speaking of which, Canada is starting it's massive seal clubbing today. But it's a story for another day.)

Understand this, Earth Hour has its purpose to figuratively, emblematically signify the effects of human industrialisation and possibly instill a sense of awareness or remorse in hopes that it might trigger our conscience and rationality to move towards the 'greener' path.

But in praticality, it has no significance.

LDL & Dreams Update

2009-03-22T15:39:00.000-07:00

6:36 A.M Monday March 23rd, 2009

Here is my LDL cholesterol percentage: 3.2 % (borderline high)

Here is the photo of my recently revised staple meal: oatmeal

Here is the dream I had this morning: Someone chasing

me on a spaceship and I had to escape using a fire tunnel. But the tunnel was so small, I got stuck.

... such a nice way for my body to tell me that my arteries are clogging.

The Question

2009-03-13T23:13:00.000-07:00

I will be back in Malaysia for a couple of weeks and not too excited about it.

Sure, the food is great, things are cheap and I get to drive around.

But being unemployed and all, really kills the fun that I had when I was still a student.

I'm gonna count the number of times any job-related questions others ask me this vacation.

Anything from the polite "Have you found a job yet?" to the rude "When are you going to get your ass up and land on a job?".

I will be counting.

I Don't Wanna Die on a LCC

2009-03-05T18:39:00.000-08:00

On March 16, I will be boarding on a low-cost carrier (AirAsia) back to Malaysia. The purpose of my travel is to attend my Sister's wedding registration.

I've heard plenty about the quality of flying internationally with AirAsia. And frankly, they were so bad that I had a very hard time deciding between MAS and AA. For the sake of saving $600 AUD, I chose to sacrifice comfort and endure extreme boredom for 8 hours (not to mention a risk of back scoliosis). But for half the price I pay for MAS, what do I expect?

Suddenly, a scenario popped into my mind. A LCC aircrash!

Perhaps is the Hudson River Aircrash, or the emails circulating around about AirAsia's coverups regarding their faulty plane landings, or Qantas's exploding oxygen tank.

It would be so, so GHEY to die on a LCC airplane.

It's like buying a coffin that is on 50% sale.

If an aircrash were to happen, the paramedics picking up my remnants would surely have one thought in their minds, 'Cheap bastard, sucks to be him'.

Ideally, I prefer sitting on an airplane equivalent to Air Force One and business class.

Now that's a cool way to travel towards the light at the end of the tunnel.

*Also, a beautiful lady passanger by my side please. Flight attendants will do as well. :)

Word of the Day: FOB

2009-03-02T16:40:00.000-08:00

I've learnt a interesting word today - FOB.

It came across when I told my friends about getting a PR.

Apparently, I am "not a fob" anymore.

Although it's perceptive to label someone a fob, I googled the phrase and found an entry on Urban Dictionary. Enjoy!

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=fob

Gotta Split

2009-02-27T16:23:00.000-08:00

Dear Blog,

I'm here to state one of my greatest achievements.

On a Wushu class last Thursday, I did a front split - and my left butt touched the ground.

Yes, I have attained a frontal split.

That is all.

And, also I've been granted a PR visa.

my 25 random things

2009-02-16T08:27:00.000-08:00

Once, you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things. At the end, you choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.

(To do this, go to "notes" under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 25 random things, tag 25 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.)

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1. Writing 25 random things is a lot of work.

2. Randomness is a temporary description for things yet to be explained in time.

3. Zits appear randomly on my face (and other parts of my body).

4. "Hey there good lookin'!" - Kate Macucci and her ukulele.

5. Writing a list of random things about yourself on FB may jeopardise your career.

6. For example, I am an engineer and I hope my work reflects Picasso's cubism.

7. "...objects are broken up, analyzed, and re-assembled in an abstracted form." - that's cubism.

8. Of all people I've asked, every one enjoys the feeling of exploding zits. Especially ones with "double-explosions".

9. while(zit!=0){looks_at_mirror; triangulate_zit; place_fingertips; apply_gradual_pressure; printf("omg! it's a snake!")}; // infinite loop error

10. 'Cocky' - never understood why over self-confidence is related to private parts.

11. I repel ants using peppermint oil and talcum powder.

12. I hate job interviews.

13. The reason is that I dislike sounding pretentious, optimistic and etc.

14. However, I am pragmatic, and materialistic. Luv $$$.

15. I like big boobs and I cannot lie.

16. I hope my mom doesn't see this list.

17. It took me 2 years to finish 5-pages of a certain Chopin ballade.

18. ...and obviously, I procrastinate.

19. I truly believe I do not have a life after writing No.19.

20. And neither do you if you are reading No.20.

21. I speak Martian.

22. A zit appeared in the weirdest part of my body is on my arm-pits.

23. The Notes application should be shut down to stop its plague.

24. My best dream(s) has/have been recently topped. Twas a me journeying to a city full of giant buildings, endless flight of stairs with huge ivory statues of rams and elephants guarding the doors. The awesome things is, the statue talks!

25. I hate spam. So I am ending this '25-things' cycle like a good Buddhist and not tagging anyone - unless you really need to list 25 things (like at gunpoint, to save your life, etc), feel free to do some bad karma.

On Communism

2009-02-06T01:31:00.000-08:00

I'm so sick of job seeking, I wish I were a communist.

2009 CNY

2009-01-25T05:57:00.000-08:00

Today is officially my saddest day of 2009!

FUCK!

but good oso la, cos if today is the saddest day, no other day can top the level of sadness today!

But still.... FUCK! FUCK!

FUCK the job interviews, else I'll be in Malaysia boozing and eating and travelling~!

FUCK the room renting, else I'll be living in my own room, FOR FREE!

All for the 2.4 times exchange rate. I WILL PREVAIL! MCH!

Nicholas Kristof

2009-01-24T14:53:00.000-08:00

... is an International Journalist for the New York Times. And this is his YT channel (link).

Despite hearing a dandily banjo playing upon entering his site, his works are mostly gloomier in mood.

Extortion, women abuse, child labour, sweatshops, poverty, forced prostitution - things that are unheard of in mainstream media. After seeing the videos, it is hard to believe that these ARE happening in undeveloped countries. Shocked and disgusted by the acts of the human kins, I decided to contribute my meager effort in spreading his message. Because 3000++ views just isn't enough awareness for the unfortunates, when "Evolution of Dance" (I&II) tops the view ratings among Internet users.

How about a fair share of entertainment and dismal?

Urging people to look at the ugly side isn't my cup of tea. Looking at grotesque images and listening to horrifying stories bothers me as well. However, the dark side of the moon complements its lustre.

I dream with my eyes open.

http://www.youtube.com/user/NicholasKristof

Cigar

2009-01-16T02:54:00.000-08:00

There are plenty of things I'd like to do at least once - silly little things. Like, bungee jumping, complete a Chopin ballade (work in progress), smoking weed :), climb a mountain, perfect a butterfly kick, learn French, learn Japanese, learn German, travel alone to a distant land, jump high to perform a slam dunk... the list goes on.

Today, I've tried smoking a cigar.

After hours of web surfing on how to cut and light a cigar, I went to a tobacconist, got myself a decent cigar, light it and sat on my lawn watching the clouds move on the skies.

The brand of cigar is 'La Paz Gran Corona'. 'Gran Corona' states the size of cigar, and the cigar came from 'La Paz' somewhere in South America.

Despite its neat little package and '100% Tabaco' stamp, both attempts to disguise the cigar as a South American/Caribbean descent, a little Google-ing made apparent that it is a bastard child of Indonesian, Paraguay and Havana 'tabaco'.

Crafty little Hispanics.

Nevertheless, it tasted aromatic. In fact, too aromatic towards the end it started stinging my tongue.

And, cigars smell like old people.

I am so fat, I ...

2009-01-08T06:24:00.000-08:00

... finally look like an engineer.
... run 5 kms on alternate days (now replaced by Wushu).
... watched all my movies in panoramic mode, so that the actors look 'wider'.

... developed gravitational field.

... posed like Victoria Becks with my cheeks all tucked in.

... wished i could only feed on air moisture.

... be donating 1 pint of blood to perpetuate indefinite weight loss.

... hate Summer. FREAKING HOT!!

I ♡ My Family

2008-12-30T20:51:00.000-08:00

Living abroad without your family beside you isn't a pleasant experience. Especially when you are smack right in the middle of the worst economy downturn of the decade and do not have a job.

So to make it through the day, I often imagine myself as an homeless orphan. I do so because it lessens the homesickness and allows me to focus on my daily tasks.

Every year, the family would gather twice (once on Christmas and once on CNY) and it's on these days I rejoice and live in pure happiness.

Define happiness.

Happiness is having BBQ with everyone in the same backyard, going to beaches and picnics and 2kgs gained over Christmas in a family gathering.

Merry Christmas & Happy 2009 :)

The Weirdness of Friendship, in the masculine context

2008-12-19T09:03:00.000-08:00

How shall I put this? This is a weird subject to err.. elaborate on.

Comparatively, the bond of friendship of males and females MAYBE different.

I said MAYBE because I was never a female, so I wouldn't know.

Anyhow, I should get to the point which is the key to an everlasting friendship are....... reserved frankness and total sincerity.

If you should attain these values, you wouldn't think twice of choosing your best man, if you should wed.

I'm proud to have best buddies (multiple). Although they wouldn't donate their kidneys or even consider me as their best friend. I would still place them at the top of my buddy list.

I mean c'mon, I only get to live once. And building REAL friendships take a long time.

Dear Jeff & TSK (reserved frankness), you are my best of buddies (total sincerity). :)

It really matters that you tell them that u like them OR hate them.

Note, "masculine context" :P

My First Blood Donation

2008-12-13T15:04:00.000-08:00

On the 12th December 2008, I made my first blood donation.

The truth is I was told that there will be a hearty feast prepared for the donors.

Quote 'Cookies! Sausage rolls! Party pies! It's like your 8th birthday all over again'.

But apparently, my imagination seemed much grander than reality for there wasn't "a feast", but little packeted confectionaries, similar to airplane

food. (And I was hoping for roasted turkey and potatoes, haha!)

Anyhow, giving blood is a saintly thing to do. It builds good karma (++Karma). Since it's almost the Christmas holidays, the number of accidents is expected to rise. Perhaps, due to excessive festive moods that might lead to careless festive behaviours and the eventual, unfortunate festive consequences.

So, how was it like? I've taken some photos, but I missed the needle insertation+blood pack part. Because I was kinda nervous. You see, the needle is much bigger than those used in blood tests. And before the transfusion begins, I was elevated on this machinised chair, imagine The Matrix.

I think my blood type is B. I'm not sure is it +ve or -ve. I hope it's -ve coz it's more recipient-friendly with the absence of antigens.

There are benefits in donating blood. According to CNN.com, donors who give blood at least one a year reduce their risks of heart diseases by 88%! (link)

And finally a YT video to top it off! (click)

Here're the photos.

I heart James Randi

2008-12-07T04:25:00.000-08:00

I've NEVER had an idol. EVER!

Until now, after seeing James Randi's video. click

Gosh, if you could see the look on their faces. HAHAHA!

I am not dissing on Faith. In fact, I sometimes rely on faith for solace in times of disappointment.

But, if douchebags shown in the video above, who claims to possess telekinesis capabilities, trained in ancient Shaolin arts and dresses up like a baboon in Chinese clothes, OR "psychic" who participates in crime solving, identifying murder weapons, locating suspects, etc etc... are just gonna ridicule and degrade the faith or ideology or knowledge these fraudsters claim mastered!

This is pathetic. Why would mankind choose fantasy over logic? Don't they know fake miracles, fake homeopathy medicines, and ESPECIALLY FAKE INVESTIGATIONS will lead to dire consequences?

For fuck's sake, if you want fantasy, read a fiction.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbkZXJNGia0

Kangaroo Island, Adelaide, and a Burglary.

2008-11-14T00:22:00.000-08:00

Adelaide is scenic. On the recent trip to K.I Adelaide, I see lotsa...

sand,

(Little Sahara)

...rocks,

..more rocks,

and vast seas.

not to forget plenty of greenery.

Despite lacking the hustle and bustle that Melbourne has (in great abundance), I actually enjoyed the trip. Foremost, the people there are FRIENDLY. From a chatty cab driver to exchanged greetings from pedestrians, Adelaidians are pleasant and polite, no wonder it's called the City of Churches.

What I did not see in Kangaroo Island are - live Kangaroos, surprising isn't it? I saw cows, sheeps, goats, horses, penguins and even sea-lions! But no live Kangaroos. There were dead ones though, but they were roadkill.

Things I brought from the whole trip (Melb+K.I+Adelaide) are a tube of sunblock lotion (endorsed by the Cancer Council), a pair of ripped Levi jeans (I ripped it trying to climb the Giant's chair on Mt. Dandenong. Exposed groin.), 5kg of frozen Roti Prata (Delicious roti pratas, Malaysian-made. Brought it back to Melb only to find out that the Asian grocer near my place sells them too), and lastly, a jar of Mrs. Marple's fruit jam.

The musical Wicked was amazing, AND funny! It was my first musical, and holy cow! It was so awesome, I soiled my pants. It's so Awesome, it's like Barack Obama! It's so AWESOME, I cried when I left the theater! *Sob*

The roti prata from Adelaide. Easy to cook, nice to eat. Very soft and flakey. Also available in Hong Kong Asian Groceries, Clayton, VIC.

Roti prata in action, along with my other vege meals. My parent are full time vegans. So holidaying with them always has a dash of spiritual recreation leisure.

My first fish in months. I havent been able to get my hands on some fishes because the fish mongers close early. Since I've graduated AND unemployed, I bought some salmon and... Taa Dahh!

**I got the Mashed potatoes recipe from Paul McCartney. Yes, Sir Paul McCartney, click here.

At last,

.... jobless.

**Hello Jing Wen from Jing-wen.com! Thanks for commenting and welcome to my site!
Just in case you've missed it, I've responded on your "We-R-Smart-Ppl" post.
Jing Wen's such a nice name, woo hoo! Jing Wen rulezz!!!

I almost forgot abt the Burglary!
2 weeks ago, my hse was broken in by a burglar! Fortunately, nothing was stolen from my room. Maybe because I do not own anything worth stealing? Lolz!

Jing-wen.com

2008-11-04T03:47:00.000-08:00

I confess. A year ago I googled my name and this site jing-wen.com appeared on my screen.

I did so because I wanted to know what gender does the name "Jing Wen" belongs.

So it seems that the name is predominantly - feminine.

And coincidentally this girl lives in Melbourne and studies in Monash Uni. see --->click

As Chinese characters may sound similar but often bear different meanings, I guess I don't blame my parents for naming me J.W.

NEXT!! Kangaroo Island, Adelaide, and Burglary! STAY TUNED!

Body Language

2008-10-17T07:59:00.000-07:00

One thing I do without realising is I look at my watch while trying to stall, avoid, or getting bored up while engaging in a conversation.

It is fine if I look at my watch, for it signifies punctuality. But it's NOT fine if I still check the time even when I'm not wearing a watch! In this case, I'm checking my wrist.

In certain seasons of the year, long-sleeves apparel may help mitigate the embarrassment caused by the "watch-less time check". But since summer is on the way, it is pretty hard to check the "sleeves camouflaged imaginary timepiece" and not catch heat strokes at the same time.

So, if I wanna avoid this unpleasant body language that might result to offending others? Gotta be mindful on wearing watches, all the time.

Catch Me If You Can

2008-10-11T05:19:00.000-07:00

If Frank Abagnale can be a pilot, doctor, lawyer, and teaching assistant without the right qualifications, I, with full qualifications can SURELY get a job as an engineer.

I just need to 'tailor' my resume and cover letter to make it a little more 'persuasive'.

According to my resume, I persuaded my client to adopt a new approach, spearheaded by me, created a CMMS database, which successfully increased production by 80%.

The trick is to never include the specific time, date, location, etc.

"Humans need packaging too." - me

calories

2008-10-09T05:20:00.000-07:00

Here's a post about the Pedometer I received as my Bday gift.
But first! What's a Pedometer?

Pedometer is of Europe and Greek origins and can be derived in two parts, Pedo and Meter.

Pedo - is the study of children behavior and development. 18th century Europe origins.
Meter - is from the Greek metron (μέτρον), "a measure".

In short, a pedometer is a device to detect or "measure", the proximity of incoming younglings.

Here's an image of a Pedo-meter,

Before and after Wushu, with 8791 steps....

Not bad at all... :)

Job Seeking

2008-09-30T04:22:00.000-07:00

I am very surprised.
Why am I surprised?
Because I've sent 10 job applications. (not including part time jobs)
How does 10 job applications make me surprised?
Because 2 of 10 rejected me and 8 are MIA.

It surprises me to see that the industry is being picky.
And some say Australia needs new blood.

______________________________________________________________
Accounts of Being Idle by JW

Dear Diary,
Boredom seems to have taken over most of my life.
I no longer play the piano like I used to.
Nor being able to get in conversations or be sharp enough to crack jokes.
Most of my time is spent surfing for jobs, typing resumes and surfing Youtube.

I missed 3 sessions of Wushu classes, due to the University Games using the court.
I gained 2kg, now 70kg approx. Damn~
Did I missed out about feeling old too?
One morning, I tried 100 pushups and only managed 60 - and felt sick after that.

Sometimes, I lay in bed and wonder...
... why do I complain so much?
... why am I full of hypocrisy?
... why my words do not coincide with my actions?
... why do these 3 questions above sound like cheesy Taiwanese drama plots? (I haven't seen one in years!!)

... too much. shit.

Remember the dream I had about a BIG BLACK HOLE that was once my office block?
The things I'm doing now - feels like I nearing the edges of THAT hole.
And yet, I am still tailoring cover letters and perfecting my resume for the purpose of taking the plunge.

This is SHIT I tell ya! One day in the far future, when I am high up the corporate ladder, I read this entry and piss on it. Why? Because corporate people are EVIL! Fucking EVIL! And SOULLESS! How pitiful is it for me to retain a piece of my uncorrupted mind on this pathetic blog entry, whilst I continue wasting my ~~prospects~~ (now I sound like my resume) LIFE on things as meager and vulgar like this???

Phew~ back to job applications. I am such a hypocrite.

Feeling: Jobless

2008-09-17T06:29:00.000-07:00

So, this is how it feels to be job-less

... ...

ugh.

Imma sending an application to Krispy-Kreme tomorrow.

Honours

2008-09-13T21:06:00.000-07:00

Yay yay~ I've got honours.

IMHO getting an honours degree is like having an all-you-can-eat buffet for the ego. You'll have a bloated stomach and indigestion afterward. But, umm mmm~ an unexpected honours is Yuummmy, with a capital 'Y'.

Humans like me ESSENTIATE ego. A bad practice but it satisfies my vanity.

The good thing about academic transcripts is they do not show what level of honours you obtain.
hahaha.

Losing someone

2008-09-06T08:33:00.000-07:00

My first experience of losing someone was when i was 10.
It doesn't count because at 10 i barely developed consciousness.
Since then, I had zero absentees.

This year, i've encountered a tide of change. One of them is the impending recurrence of losing someone. It's hard to describe the feeling upon receiving the bad news; it's not happening to you, but it sure as hell affects you. I wasn't sure how much (or what) emotions should I express, sad? very sad? devastatingly tragic, or mere empathy. I guess the only option is to feel numb/stunned, as I was the only one in my room and alone in the house, who will or could hear me?

Not all is lost. The good news is she's reacting positively to the therapy.

I hate it when ripples are formed in my imaginary life-pond. I hope it reverts to its original calm surface.... soon.

"You know what the problem with our family?"
"No, what's the problem?"
"The closeness. We stick to each other too much as family members."
"What wrong with that?"
"......"

Facebook

2008-08-25T01:31:00.000-07:00

Facebook is a double edged sword. Why? While I was job seeking, i Google-ing a personnel from a particular organisation and found his/her Facebook account.

I tried Google-ing another person from a different company and found his/her FB account too.

So I decided to tighten the restrictions on my account access. Just in case they find old skeletons in my closet.

An Account of a Weird Dream

2008-08-19T07:16:00.000-07:00

Imagine taking a break in a workplace - an office. Walking towards an exit, you see a toilet. In my dreamland, there aren't any ladies' washrooms - an obvious 'occurrence' since i've never been in the ladies' toilet.

After finishing your business, you exit the toilet but the corridor back to the workplace disappeared. Instead, you stand beside a bottomless pit in a dim background. There's a handrail (those seen in emergency exits) across the (dark) wall, it leads to a another door on the other side. Vaguely, there was a huge curtain of water - a waterfall perhaps flowing downwards the bottomless pit.

I wasn't alone, there was a tall, lanky guy dressed in long-sleeves working clothes. He attempted to cross the pit stepping on top of the handrail, but he fell. Ahhhhhhhhh~~~~

There was also a lady, who stood beside me. I couldn't tell how she looked like but she's got her hair tied up in a bun behind. She was ahead of me when i crossed the pit.

I fell too while crossing it - i always do in my dreams, strange. However, i enjoyed the fall. I landed on the sidewalks, right beside a office block. But instead of a towering building, the office block was actually a rectangular pit - so i 'fell' upwards. After that, i pressed a button calling an elevator and entered.

Then i woke up.

Change

2008-08-19T06:35:00.000-07:00

After the supplementary exam (gosh, the word 'supplementary' sounds so ... miserable, anywho,), i wanted to try something new. NEW! - something i've not done in a long time, and regardless the magnitude.

So, I went to a meeting of a socialist advocates - the Socialist Alternative. Since I do not have pictures to post, I shall not elaborate on that particular outing. A pity because the Trades Hall on Victoria street is quite unique.

Second interesting event, I got high, REALLY HIGH. I was so high till the point that it hurts and tickles at the same time. It's so different from alcohol.

Thirdly, is... i forgot, slipped my mind. Ah yea!! I'm gonna start reading Star Wars books. I'm not sure how many books are there, but its cult-like popularity intrigues me.

I'm taking small step at the time, as there are more pressing matters ahead of me.

My Niche

2008-07-26T08:01:00.000-07:00

After THE ordeal, I'm pretty sure I ain't good with books. So, i gotta plan ahead, find my niche, an edge, [insert synonym for 'special ability']...

Of course, my niche has gotta be bankable at the same time, those that i'm passionate about too.

So, where to start, where to start?

Language, French, still learning. I'm sure I'm passionate about it, but I'm not sure it is bankable. After all, learning from an audiobook isn't really credible.

Hobbies, Piano, amateur-ish. Again, in order for it to be bankable, you've gotta be hmm... how should I put it, PRODIGIOUS (think zero mistakes, reading emotions from the sheet and light speed piano playing).

Sports, Wushu, 2 years old. The next Jet-Li? HAHAHAHAHAHA~~~ Can't even do the splits. Impossible. Nahdah. Not gonna happen in a gazillion years.

Lastly, looks. I must say.... I've got a nice ass. Playgirl model, perhaps? LOLLLLLLL!!!! just kidding.

A niche is hard to find, especially if i put criteria such as 'bankable, passionate' beside it. Sayyyy... wouldn't it be a great idea to name my future offspring(boy) - Niche?

Hot Girl #1: 'Hey, wanna chill?'
Hot Girl #2: 'Sure thing, lets find Niche.'
Niche: 'Oh Yeahhh~~~'

He'll be a 'SugarDaddy' :)

Uhh. Back to studying. I hate studying.

The Five Stages

2008-07-22T03:57:00.000-07:00

Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance.

These are the 5 stages of grief introduced by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross. Upon knowing your own grief, identifying and confronting them seem to be a rational thing to do.

Normally, others would assume that grieving is like a marathon - starting at Denial, cross the 3 stages like checkpoints, and finishing at Acceptance.

Not true. As I see it, the process is reversible (like a ping pong ball on a ping pong table bouncing thru and fro between players), and it's always tarrying in between stages.
Ughh... the pain - excruciating.

God damn it.

***Extras***
Most of the time, inner dialogues appear in my mind. Sometimes you don't realise it because ... i don't know - careless perhaps? Here are my dialogues for the 5 stages,

Denial - Why? Why? Why?
Anger - Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Bargaining - Maybe? Maybe? Maybe?
Depression - Shit... shit... shit...
Acceptance - N/A yet.

Harrrrrrrrr MEE?? (Prawn Noodles)

2008-07-14T06:13:00.001-07:00

Yes. It's true.
I cooked Har Mee.
And it's de-li-ciouszzzz~

Want some? You ain't gettin' some, biatch!

Mua hahahaha~

The secret of happiness is probably never be afraid of failures and have a bowl of Har Mee.

Ahh.... heavenly.

Post-exam

2008-07-08T08:16:00.000-07:00

Dear blog,

For the first time in my lifetime, I didn't feel happy after an exam. In the past, regardless of my performance in exams, I'll always exit the examination hall with a contented smile (sometimes even a scoff on how the paper was a piece of cake). This exam however i've encountered unprecedented predicament and also unprepared; I'd probably made the biggest screw-ups in my entire academic life.

I'm stating this unfortunate event in a blunt manner to express the seriousness and utmost disappointment towards my failure to achieve what i've anticipated. Not to mention spending significant amount of effort on revisions and yet still incapable of showing satisfactory results in the end. You'll try some self-consolation at night in bed ('exams don't matter, yadda yadda...') , but the anger, disappointment and confusion kept on f*cking the mind (every f*cking time you close your eyes!!!), causing countless sleepless nights. Truly, a devoid soul.

Jinxing the result 2 days before it is announced may not be a good idea. According to 'The Alchemist' by Paulo Coelho, the author stressed the importance of the will of the heart to achieve, and that 'The Soul of the World' will do everything possible to help a person to succeed.

In desperation, I've cling onto his philosophy so vigorously that i've forgotten the fact that nothing can be done (at that instance, or this present moment) to change the impending outcome , but only to wait for the arrival of damnation.

I'm sure Paulo is one optimistic dude. But it is quite impossible for me to stay positive now, for I've already written my dark, dismal future on that forsaken answer script.

Oh fuck. I'm in deep shit :(

The STRESSED Engineering Student

2008-06-20T05:36:00.000-07:00

One thing for sure is... Engineering students are especially STRESSED when studying. Why? Aside from the lack of feminine presence, lets take a detailed look at our textbooks.

CASE #1: Introducing STRESS
, the symbol on the left is called 'Sigma' (lower case). The double 'x' subscript indicates that STRESS is acting w.r.t (with respect to) the x-plane. It is ALSO the closest thing a typical engineering student can get resembling anything sexual.

CASE #2: 3 deadly STRESSES

STRESSES come in many forms. But fortunately for you people, engineers had sacrificed their childhood, adolescence, adulthood and possibly mid-life crisis - to identify the 3 DEADLY FORMS of STRESSES - the 'xx', 'yy' and 'xy'.

CASE #3: STRESS and STRAIN!

Bad things come hand-in-hand with another. STRESS and STRAIN, they are like Hitler and Osama - nemeses to engineers, their pledge is to completely eliminate engineers' virtually non-existent social life.

CASE #4: Impotency

STRESS makes us impotent.

CASE #5: The STRESS Equation

@#$@$#%T^^&*@#$%^&*$%^()(*&^%$%^&*UIT%^%$?$?%^?&*?? FUCKKKKK YOUUUUUUUUUUU!!

CASE #6: Chapter 14
Yea, your eyes aren't playing tricks. Chapter 14 - The Plane STRESS Problem. Took me a whole fucking day to read it. Imagine the wordcount on 'stress' in that chapter... As the number '14' indicates, students who attempts this chapter is 'sure die'. If not 'die 100%', oso 'die 50%'.

DIU!!!! MCH!!!

You see la~ how can one remain sane in the Engineering Faculty? I'll consider myself lucky i dont wander soullessly in front of Building 60 in a F**King straitjacket.

Smart People

2008-06-17T08:07:00.000-07:00

Smart People are those who are really smart, but themselves do not know it. It's like this "in the zone" thing. You see, smart people work hard too. And because of that, they become smart without noticing it themselves. So, at some point when smart people start to show their brilliance of intellectualism, people will give praise and despite how eloquently they put it, the smart people remain unconvinced.

So, the verdict IS every one in the world is very smart. They are just too shy to admit it and too dumb to realise it.

Hahaha~~ I'm going crazee from exams stress. :D

I think before I sleep

2008-06-13T21:36:00.000-07:00

I think i was sick yesterday. Because I was tired and slept without brushing my teeth. My breath smelled of Milo, the one i had before i slept. Laying on my pillow at that moment felt like home, because my mom always gives me Milo before i go to bed when i'm sick. As every breath i took was cocoa-flavored, last night i fell asleep readily. It was approximately 1:58 a.m (yesterday night) that i decided to write this posting, and also fall asleep. I know because I checked the time. The reason was I wanted to know how well I remember the things I plan to do the next day. Apparently, I'm doing quite well.

I'm feeling good today. Perhaps I will continue my revisions.

:)

The Contract

2008-06-08T04:35:00.000-07:00

Dear Blog,

There comes a time when you look down at your crouch and heave a sigh that time has passed by so quickly. Quoting a proverb, 'Time unnoticed grows the Amazon Forest' - truly an insightful passage. For me, that time is tonight. While sitting on the toilet seat trying to push that piece of shit out of my arsehole, suddenly i saw my life "flushing" by (~lol!). Maybe it was the toilet's fengshui, or maybe it's the rapid bloodflow to the brain every time i take a dump, the moment of nostalgia simply seized me.

Dear Blog,
I remembered there was a time when I was in Primary Year 4 (or 5), when 3 great friends sat together in a crowded class room, on old wooden chairs and desks full of amateur carving and vulgar graffiti. One was round and fat, the other was tall and skinny and the last was average-sized. The day was the day where the exams were over and results were given to the student. All 3 performed outstandingly and one said, ' Three of us should be doctors in the future, ', ' we'll name our clinic "L**, L** and L** Private Clinic".' (coincidentally all 3 friends' surname have the same 1st letter) So, they made a pact and even drafted a contract stating the 'shareholders' and the name of 'our company' ,etc etc etc.. Most uniquely, the contract bears the signature of 3 great friends (and one of them had a good signature! :) ).

There was only one good copy of the contract and I was the "contract-bearer". I remembered coming home and showing it to my grandma, I said " I'm going to be a doctor, this is me and my friends' clinic ".

Eventually we all got separated. One got transferred to other school. And the other did the same. I too lost the contract over time. We didn't have email back then, all that remained was two home-address and two 6-digits (obsolete) telephone numbers on a Donald Duck notebook.

I love to reminiscence about little details that piece up my life. It feels yummy, like a chipmunk nipping on an acorn or a glutton salvaging every little piece of noodles/taugeh remaining in a bowl of Laksa using his chopsticks and spoon.

These are the little things people forget. And these are the things i personally consider priceless, regardless whether it is fact or fiction.

My First Carbonara

2008-06-02T07:48:00.000-07:00

Made my 1st Carbonara today, thx to Youtube.

Due to the exclusivity of the recipe, there will be no pics.

Also, as words cannot describe its delicacy, it shall not be mentioned here either.

My sister is getting married. gosh. I'm stunned. Will update later.

Shower of Thoughts

2008-05-17T06:48:00.000-07:00

It is strange that every time I shower or take a dump, i start to think of stuff i've never thought before. I'm suspecting that stimulations on either end of my body actually work the creative side of the brain! LOL!

And unfortunately, by the time i started typing what i wanted to say, i couldn't find the words to express it. Gotta take more showers and dumps.

I blame the exam revisions on its mind-numbing effect. It's like Alzheimer's disease. Plus it is my (hopefully) final semester, all the more reasons to get stressed. Oh fuck.

Dear dear blog, what shall I do? The Google team should develop a program that provides A.I psychiatric (or psychological?) advice to bloggers, considering that most of them are troubled (like me :)

Ah, I remembered! Thoughts! I was thinking of 'Where does thoughts come from?' in the shower! You see, it all started when i was thinking about 'Abortion'.

Abortion, a word of taboo. Some people think that it is outright the wrong thing to do, on the other hand, some people thinks it is 'Okay' to abort a fetus before its brain is fully developed.

Does it mean that a body without a brain is a body of a non-human? Yes, IMHO. For instance, a brain-dead patient can be hooked onto a life-support system and still 'live' but not 'think'. And, relatives of the patient may choose not to sustain the patient's life and simply pull the plug. So, based on that, (i guess) pro-abortionist do not consider a fetus w/o a fully developed brain as human.

So, now lets head to the topic of thoughts. The difference between a brain dead guy and a brain 'alive' guy is, well - a functional brain. And thoughts, as we all might agree, comes from the gray matter located up north. The ingredients of 'gray matter' are similar for all humans in majority; brain cells - protein - neurons - capillaries, etc etc. But since all brains are made of the same ingredients, why don't they generate the same thoughts?

This can be either a completely dumb question, or the opposite. Certainly I do fantasize that the 'structure' of molecular bonds within the protein or the distribution of neurons might affect the generation of 'thoughts', but it really puzzles me on what is the 'thing' that governs our thoughts and consequently our actions.

What makes you take the left/right turn, what makes mistakes out of you, what makes your principles, what makes you think? And i'm not talking about 'feeeeelings' or 'intuition' or 'guts' those bullshit, ok? I'm asking for some thing physical, like 'There's a switch in your brain that flips on/off', or 'The DNA on the 3rd helix on the right cerebral cortex.....' ??? I'm imagining that the brain has millions and millions of colored ping-pong balls. And thoughts comes from the effects of those ping-pong balls bouncing at each other. Kinda lame, but possible :)

If scientists do understand the brain completely in the future, they can prevent humans from making mistakes by altering your brain 'structure'. It can avoid accidents, disasters and save millions of lives.

But, do we want to be 'altered'? To live a life of mistakes and lessons or to live like 'The Truman Show' (...starring Jim Carrey) - without mistakes?

Holy shit!! I'm John Cho!

2008-05-16T07:08:00.001-07:00

MyHeritage: Family trees - Genealogy - Celebrities

my longest fart

2008-05-09T11:27:00.000-07:00

3 seconds.

My record. 'Nuff said.

This year, I've been learning quite a number of new stuff!
Firstly, I took part in a Interviewing Skills Workshop for the FIRST TIME!
I was never a believer in workshops, because i always thought that i could learn things by myself (D.I.Y has always been my choice. Why not? It's free.) However, the workshop wasn't too bad, really. Meeting interesting people, getting info in recent employment statistics, and one-on-one guidance, etc, were among the benefits provided in that workshop.

Next! I'm also learning the French language (or as the French say "La français"). This time, i'm sticking to my DIY spirit, coz i downloaded the 'Learn French' audiobook onto my mobile. That means every time I plug on my earphones, i'll be learning French! :) Learning through audiobooks can be great fun, surprisingly! It's portable, it's private, the voice of the narrator is sexy... and you get to talk to yourself in the bus, on the road, even while walking to Uni ~ in French! I swear that someday bystanders will think that i'm mental, mumbling mumbo-jumbo under my breath ~ lol!

Wushu! The only sports that is burning my calories. Advancing to cudgels now. I'm able to spin the cudgel pretty well. That's the result of endless and grueling practices. Once I even hit my head with my own cudgels, i guess it's another way to train for 'Iron Head Technique'.

Lastly, i'm learning a new piano piece, called 'Por Una Cabeza' (tr: 'by a head of a horse'). It's the tango theme for 'Scent of a Women' starring Al Pacino. great movie.

*AND Also! b4 i forget, i sketched this drawing after watching 'Dirty Harry', 'Pulp Fiction', and 'Afro-Samurai'... a weird combination of inspiration, leads to weird stuffs. hehe.

I call it 'Afro-Bang!' *Also note that i'm not encouraging stereotyping of any race or culture*

Studying

2008-04-25T09:19:00.000-07:00

Sometimes, when I have a tough time solving a problem while studying, i involuntarily hold my breath. It may seem odd but this is an unnatural reflex my body has! And every time i do this, it kills some of my brain cells and i die a little inside.

Week 8. Is here.

A Long List of Piss

2008-03-08T01:32:00.000-08:00

Since i'm approaching the end of my academic life, i reckon i should make plans. Whatever plans regardless, as long as it concerns my future. My future, easily said; a hard thing to ''plan''. At this moment, 'aimless' best describe my state of mind. Once before motivated, i really hoped that i wake up each and every day with jolly tune in my head, feeling positive+contented+proactive, etc, etc. However, something seems to be bothering me, an unidentified factor, and it's pissing me off.

What is preventing me from living my life to the fullest?

Is it in my room?
Is it on my face?
Is it in my mind which I hardly understood?
Is it the bills and bank statements that constantly remind you that income is necessary?
Is it the smell of grease after cooking?
Is it the people that pisses you off at first sight?
Is it the guilt that piles up year after year, generating compound interest?
Is it the fear of dying, losing someone eternally?
Is it the little cockroach on the wall that you killed?
Is it Africa?
Is it the list of sad songs repeating?
Is it the future?

...

You know what? I'm clueless, for now. But after making this list of rants, I genuinely felt better. In comparison to the kids in Africa who are starving (dying), eating sand and drinking urine, I mustn't take life for granted. Who the fuck am I to complain when I'm sheltered, well-fed and educated. Less bitching and more empathy, please.

Feeling Stupid

2008-03-03T03:57:00.000-08:00

hmmm~ here's a thought.

One day, i woke up and felt that some things i've done in the past are meaningless and useless. And there're things i've done that are useful and beneficial.

So, that brings me to this conclusion:

"... that I am really getting smarter each and everyday."

the best thing in life is to realise and learn (from "things"), regardless good or bad, as they provide wisdom :D

** strange, it took me 23 years to actually say it.

My Couch

2008-02-26T04:13:00.000-08:00

Here i am. On a couch. No more bed for me, because my room is still occupied. It's been a long time since i spent a night on a couch. I hope I won't get a backache.

I desperately need a room. Brrr~~~

/(T.T)\

Kickboxing

2008-02-25T05:15:00.000-08:00

I tried kickboxing today. It was fun, aside from the stinking gloves and pads. In my opinion, it holds the same purpose as blogging ~ channeling stress/rage in other means. Here in kickboxing, your sole purpose is to punch or kick the red pad, regardless of technique or skills (if there's any..).

So, after more than 1.5 hours of mindless punches and kicks, i still recommend Wushu. I'll enrol into Wushu Club once my kickboxing classes expire, which is on the next session.

The only thing i'll miss in KickBoxing is wearing actual boxing gloves, which is damn kewl! You place them under your chin, and do jabs, jab crosses, and hooks. It feels like "Rocky" or "Raging Bull".

The Oscars are on tonight, I opt for 'There will be blood' and 'No country for old man', and maybe 'Ratatouille' (for animated movie). The others are mere junk, EXCEPT for 'Juno'.... LOL!

At Ease, Soldier!

2008-02-21T20:39:00.000-08:00

Ahhh, everything seems to be in order now. In absence of attention, life seems to be more at ease now. At first, my old blog was intended to be accounts/records of my life. However, doing so would create unnecessary exposure to intimate moments in my life, especially when it notifies the whole Friendster realm whenever a new post is uploaded.

So, how's the new residence? Very well i must say. The best house i've lived since studying in OZ. I'm staying temporarily in Yiki Ng's room, because there was a miscommunication between Daniel and I. Long story short, my 'intended' room is still occupied, lawfully by another tenant. Living in a girl's room is weird. Cos, you'll see photos 'blue-tagged' all over the wall, funny little dolls, girls accessories, and fugly-furry-animal-dolls. But the view from her bedroom is excellent! At night, there's a full view of the moon rising and setting.

Bless Yiki for allowing me to bunk in her room. I promise (in the name of 'Fugly Lil' People') I'll tidy and lace your room with flowers upon your return :)

23 yrs. old this year, and applying for a permission to work in OZ. In contrary to the working environment in Malaysia, which is more slack, the regulations here are ... rigid. Fingers crossed that i'll find my 'dream job' as a CompLab Assistant (part time). It pays $20 an hour? Sweet!

Also, i'm learning the guitar, a borrowed guitar from Daniel of coz.

(Freakish) Dreamer III

2008-01-30T01:38:00.001-08:00

What way to start a blog which is better than talking about a freakish dream.

Two nights ago, i was asleep (well, obviously.) And then, i had the most freakish dream i had in years!

In that dream, I was holding my own head. YES!! It's true!!! There I was holding my bald, detached head, and the head was still friggin' alive! Apparently in dreamland, my head is quite heavy, like a bowling ball....

Now wat the f*ck does this dream mean, holding your own f*ckin' head?
Maybe it represents my evil twin, because i was talking to it, in my dreams la.

And why is it bald? Nearly bald, a crew-cut. I haven't had a crew-cut for 2 years!
And then, I was trying to place the head back to my torso, LOL!
It was wobbly, then i woke up.

Gosh, sure hope that this isn't one of those premonitory dreams :P

Ahhh, escaping the incompetance of Friendster Blogs

2008-01-30T01:09:00.000-08:00

Seriously, Blogspots is wayyy better than Friendster blogs. I don't even need to create an account here, cos it uses my Gmail account to log in. Saves me a lot time and hassle. Even better, it AUTOSAVES!!! Like GMail!

I feel like a hermit under the shadows of Friendster blogs. Now that i've experienced the inferiority of Friendster blogs, thus the title. It'll stick for a couple of days, before i decide on a new title.