I ♡ My Family

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


... ...


ugh.

Imma sending an application to Krispy-Kreme tomorrow.

Honours

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

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

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

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

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

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

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)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

MyHeritage: Family trees - Genealogy - Celebrities

my longest fart

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

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

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

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

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

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!

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

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

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.