OMG-loh-m'koi

We have less than seven hours of 2005 left!

Put on your 'baju' and eat/sing/dance/party the rest of the year away.

And remember to countdown! We shall make Singapore hear our countdown!!!

Bwaahahhaha, Spirits Are Always Witt Yoouuuu . . . *


(*Don't know what I'm talking about? Watch Bleach, damn cool.)

No, no, no

Now that the brother is back from Melbourne, it's lots more fun at home. Each of us has to watch out for pranks from two people now . . . and sometimes they gang up.

I love having two brothers.

Me and the second brother are suffering from "double sarcasm syndrome", where both of us are so used to being sarcastic, we double it when we make a consious effort to be sarcastic, resulting in a totally normal comment. Haih.

Argh

I hurt my shoulder blade after a particularly intense swimming session yesterday. I thought it was a good swim until a dull pain developed on my back . . . haih. I was mistaking it a back pain at first.

I later went out despite the pain and I saw the cutest Mini Schnauzer at Daphne's house. Compared to the Golden Retriever, it's smaller(=easier to clean) and I just love that 'tiny Grandpa' look. There's still something about Goldens, however. Something along the lines of gentle giant.

Anyway, the Mr. Gan a.k.a. Golden Retriever Breeder Man sms-ed me to watch the TV3 news tonight.

Mr. Chee's Birthday

Happy Birthday, Nick!

Phew

Now that I'm done dispensing presents to people who bought me presents in the first place . . . I would like to tell about a new way of making yourself really tired, which I have discovered and test tried. I shall name it:


Tiredness Found #13

Steps:

1. Wake up to swim and jog.

2. Pick an old friend up to join the Midvalley traffic jam (on christmas day, no less frustrating)

3. Walk two floors of Midvalley, thinking of presents.

4. Haul two large soft toys and some small presents over your shoulders as you push your way around camera-clicking crowds, searching for a way to wrap all the presents.

5. Eat a lot (Beard Papa Creampuff, Six Japanese Pancake balls, Sotong-on-a-stick, Sushi).

6. Track someone down in PJ to give her a present.

7. Drop by another friend's house to see how she's getting along.

8. Arrive at Andrew and Tracy's house for mamak, a movie, karaoke, Uno, and falling asleep unvoluntarily at 5 a.m.

9. Waking up at 10.00 a.m. the next day to find Ah Beng and Yvonne staring at you.

10. Having The Au Yong family take you out for dim sum.

11. Doing a tiny 'burnout' on their driveway. =)


I believe I have made the act of getting tired an art. If Tiredness Found #13 does not work, you can have all the empty plastics bags I ended up with.

Ze world iz clearer

I finally got new lenses for my spectacles!

The coating of the old lenses was peeling off and made my glasses looked dirty. I was getting used to it until Audrey told me it was really bad. Then I started a getting a little self-consious.

I think it's amazing that the shopkeeper remembers me and the little details about my trip there despite my last trip being more than a year ago, even if it is really his job.

Christmas

I realised that I never bought christmas presents before. No one in my family is Christian, with the exception of my aunt and before, I have always spent christmas eating a relatively uneventful dinner with my family.

This year, however, I went to Andrew and Tracy's Christmas party on the 23rd and they had presents for everyone! Under the tree!

I usually get what I want anyway, didn't have to wait for Christmas . . . but I don't want for that much, to be fair. So I didn't know what the big deal was about. But I forgot the element of finding out what people would like to receive.

This christmas thing could be more fun than I thought.

Damn flab

I gained some fat over the last few months and I have been trying to get them off.

I blame lifestyle change.

I ate, came to lectures, ate, went home, and ate some more.

The good side of this is I discovered that I have lots of places to hide my fat. People always thought I gained less than I really did.

After a crazy amount of exercise, I'm happy to report that i am 5 kgs lighter than I was a month and a half ago. But I am still about three+ kgs to my ideal weight.

I feel fatter than I have ever been . . . I don't get it. And I'm already so tired from all the exercise . . . haih.

The difficulty is not just losing the fat, but burning it without losing muscle.

*Didn't know I was this vain? haha.

It's going to get a little noisy

The second brother came back from Melbourne.

He's such a joker.

Salsa

We went for salsa on Saturday and celebrated Calvin's birthday. I think I'm starting to understand it. I almost broke my partners' arms a few times, though . . .

After dancing, a birthday song, and food at a suspiciously full Taiwanese restaurant in Imbi (at 4.00 a.m.), I got home at 6.00 a.m.

I left home at 12 o'clock to pick up my mom and my brothers who came back from Kuantan. I was starting to feel sleepy just as I left, I made a few successive wrong turns and wound up in a jam for two hours in KL. I felt half dead when I came home.

Silly songs

Anyone who has had the exclusive luxury of living with me will know I randomly start singing without realising it.

To quote Ash a.k.a life long ectasy, "Kuan Eng and his silly songs"

So far this year, the same songs keep popping into my head and they're not mine, they're some pop songs I head on the radio. Argh.

However, for the first time in a year, I'm breaking out into spontaneous songs again, although I still refrain from doing it in public. (shy shy)

I don't really understand why, but Andrea Bocelli once said, "all songs are about love". I can't help but agree.


I feel like eating pancakes at 1U . . I wonder if Audrey and Rae are free . .

Starry Night

Some things just aren't as good anymore.

As a little boy, I really enjoyed looking at the night sky. I would lie outside, counting the stars, looking for constellations every once in a while. It let my imagination go wild. I started drawing spaceships and reading about the physics of space travel. I pictured ancient sailors navigating around the huge world, old egyptians writing calendars.

I loved the night sky alot, so I stayed outside braving mosquites and red ants.

You don't get that these days. The sky's more a cloudy dark blanket than anything else.

I don't even think small children lie outside in KL anymore.

I could go to another country, but it wouldn't be the same. The mamak won't be five minute's walk away, and my mom won't be nagging for me to go to sleep. I wouldn't be ten years old.

It's so fun to be a small boy. They're spared the complexities of everything. Mickey Mouse is God and ice cream makes everything great.

On the other hand, we have lots to look forward to.

PETA (Prevention of Cruelty to Adolescents)

I have found out why people all over the developed world are getting fatter.

It's all because of 'that' generation of people.

Everytime I eat out with my parents/uncles/aunties/parents of friends, they come short of force feeding me.

Allow me to explain.

These are the people who raise us to not waste food. They say among other things: people around the world are starving/ you need to eat to grow/ eat my cooking or I will hate you forever/ blah/ blah

Once they hammer this into our young impressionable minds, their conspiracy begins. They order or cook way more than they expect us to reasonably finish ourselves while they eat normal amounts.

They then proceed to sit back and watch with a wide smile as we eat our way to fathood. Everytime we show signs of stopping, they say with their eyes . . . people around the world are starving/ you need to eat to grow/ eat my cooking or I will hate you forever/ blah/ blah

I have no idea what goes through their heads or what they hope to achieve by getting us rolly polly.

People, please do not fall into this trap!

The next time you sense the above is going to happen, feign food poisoning halfway through the meal. Not only do you not have to eat more, but you can also avoid taking the food back home for fear of it being contaminated.

Now go and fight the conspiracy!!!

Remember, you didn't read this blog.

Clinic Visit

IMU organised this trip for us to go to government-owned-clinics in the more rural areas for reasons I don't fully understand yet.

My group, a really fun group, was assigned to Mantin. We went yesterday. Among things of interest:

1. I feel that in the rural areas, Malay people are the easiest to chat up.
2. Babies have zero medical history
3. The doctor working there was a chinese chap who was super cool.

I nicknamed the doctor "Shanghai playboy" because Wai San said he looked like a Shanghai guy who drives a sports car.

He was diagnosing and politely entertaining every complaint by the patient at the same time. He was nice but firm when neccesary. So cool.

We left a little early . . . and we went to Kajang for satay. Syed insisted we stop by his old boarding school in the way back and he was hopping happily in his seat as we drove around the grounds.

I had to wake up at 5.30 for that trip. Mantin is outside the #^%@ state!

I'm so tired now, I didn't even bother staying back for the concert at IMU. I think I'm getting the flu.

It's good to be bad

If I have a son, I want him to be a mischievious kid.

Thinking of pranks develops cognitive ability.

I was a monster of a boy.

I was leaving destroyed furniture, annoyed relatives and horrendous messes in my wake as I made my first memories.

Only my toys escaped my wrath.

=)

Black Jack

Imagine that you only get to play a game of blackjack in your life. And that you derive the most intense pleasure from gambling.

However, you only get to realistically play one game of blackjack ever.

So you pick up your cards and you get a ten of spades and a nine of spades. It's nineteen, it doesn't guarantee a win, but you like the spades. You like holding the cards in your hand. Spades makes you happy.

Then you do something you regret. You ask for another card, you get an two of diamonds and you win with a 21. Everyone congratulates you and pats your back, telling you about what a good call you made. But you would have won anyway, nobody else had higher than 18.

Then you think about it more and you realised that 19 would have made you happier. It doesn't make a difference to everyone else, but it does to you . . . because you like spades. Spades makes you happy and you would have been happy if you just kept quiet and won with Spades.

But you only have one game in your life and you'll never know how winning with spades will ever feel.

Because you felt that Spades wasn't good enough, you wanted better and got a Diamond. Even though Spades was all you needed.

Dreams . . .

Aspirations.

They're dangerous things. For the reason that dreams are formed from an outsider's perpective. No one knows how happy dreamer would really be if he does achieve that dream. And no one knows if they'll neglect other parts of their existence chasing an uncertain ambition.

People are forced to chose before the can think things through. Life is a box of chocolates.

A cowboy wants to be a surfer.
A surfer wants to be something else.
And other people wants to be either one of these two people.

Maybe perfect happiness is a lie, dreams are a means of clinging to hope.

Or maybe, just maybe . . . we have to take the good stuff with the bad stuff.

There won't be smiles if there wasn't a frown to compare it to.

Perhaps we're programmed as a species to always search for something better.

Choices, choices

Don't you feel like you're growing up too fast?

I'm suddenly old enough to be held fully accountable for the things I do.

The worst part is having to make choices that affect your entire lives. Bah, I'm only 20. Who can take that kind of pressure?

It's kind of frightening that slowly, things you begin to do without thinking will turn into an unconsious habit and viola! become, unwittingly a part of your life.

Honestly, there are a things I want to do right now. I feel like 5 years has just flew by . . . . know what I mean?

But getting up from this chair becomes more and more difficult everyday.

It's like it has become a . . . habit.

New Computer

I bought a new computer. Here are the specs:

AMD Athlon 64 3000+
DFI Lanparty UT RDX200 CF-DR Motherboard
Corsair 512 PC 3200 DDR RAM (X2)
Western Digital 200 GB 7200 RPM SATA
Sapphire ATI Radeon X1800XL/256 MB/ PCI-E
Lite-On 16X DVDRW
Antec 430 Watt Power Supply
17 inch Samsung LCD monitor
Altec Lansing VS-4121 Speakers

So here's what I've been doing the past few days. Enjoying my fastest ever computer relative to the average home user's.

Need For Speed Most Wanted and Black and White 2 are giving me problems . . . I don't know how to *ahem* . . . install them properly. So annoying. Someone help me!!! I don't know if it's because I partitioned my drive. Maybe I should buy another version . . .

Ha, you might say I've throughly wasted my time on games . . . but a guy's got to have his kicks, yeah?