I feel good *music*(teng eng teng eng teng!). Yes, there are no moments like old-school-moments. Tracy’s back! Swee’s back! Jess’ back! Weipz’s back! Yokey’s back! Oww man! Everyone’s back… and that’s awesome! 7 days of holidays and catching up with schoolmates was so much more fun than the last month-long holidays without them. I’m thrilled.
Gee, I think I should jump with joy!
Then again, it’s heartbreaking to hear at the same time that 114,000 lives have lost to the disastrous waves that had hit parts of Asia coasts. And once upon a time, adults used to tell me with so much confidence that M’sia is not in any way to disasters like this. I guess Mother Nature proved them wrong.
Dinner with Swee, Jess, Tracy, Trissha, David and Weipz at Souled Out at Desa Sri Hartamas was great. Everyone was pretty much the same self. Same looks, same hair, same eyes…same jokes and of course, same me with my same giggles and laughter, although having a lump of weird-looking gooey blended spinach on my plate was not a pretty sight. It’s a wonder how Popeye could swallow a full can of such stuff. In the end, I’d to ask this cool gentleman to change my too-much-green blended spinach to some fine looking peas. I did not finish my food despite having my man David there. If Wei Jin was there, I’m sure he’d help me there. Anyway, we were all stuffed till the top of our neck. *schweeeet*
And I shall rate my food accordingly…
The delighted us…
We have met the Fockers! Truly, the Fockers are a bunch of hilarious people! I think I can pass as a Focker. I’m born Fockerized (although not of an authentic Focker). I love hugs and kisses and undoubtedly I am always happy with myself regardless whether I failed or passed to impress other people. I am an admirer of my own efforts.
Christmas is over… *sigh* That’s a sign of the new year coming… very soon. Not that I am anti-2005, but 2005 means I am leaving to Scotland pretty soon, finishing the first phase ‘ere in M’sia. Khar Yan’s continuing her twinning in Sydney on February, Jay’s leaving to Canada by August, and leaving a whole lot of good friends for the next few years.
Wakeboarding was expensive. Nevertheless, having an extraordinary good time with Weips and Jay was worth the time and money. Most unfortunately Rainier wasn’t here. I’m sure we would’ve funnier moments with him around. I miss Rain! Pretty sure he misses us too. So due to the massive amount of bacteria-infested-water that we have unintentionally drank, now we are all down with gastro-infections… This is no good at all. I’ve been in bed for the past 15 hours… Even now, I’m typing this on my bed.
I am totally overloaded with stress! I just know it. The weekend passed with my head throbbing till Monday evening. My face has 3, and I mean THREE… (I can’t take this!) THREE enormous pimples that look as if they are about to explode anytime. It’s annoying to go through half my weekends with my head aching. To make matter worse, my bro who took my laptop away for the weekend accidentally “misplaced” my folders on my desktop. When the laptop came back to yours truly, the folder was nowhere to be seen in any of the drivers. To make this matter more tragic I’ve promised Chang (our Graphics D’ person) that I’ll pass him the cover on Monday! Monday was (at that point of time) 6 hours away!!! Thank goodness my dear bro did not remove the “RAW” folder, that contains all my raw pictures, text and layout! By the time I managed to redo and repair most of my stuff, body temperature’d gone up as high as 38.5C by 1.15am. Come to think of it… I’d to also prepare a letter of sponsorship due to the absence of Charlene… eww… What an awful night!
Monday came anyway with my cover which was not so complete. Chang showed a lil’ pity on me though… and reminded “tomorrow ya?”. Yup! I managed to complete and also enhanced the colours by evening. Oh well, time to post up the proudly done cover! Damn proud of it. I’m sure friends from Seafield and my brother who had been through Photoshop Revolution in 1999 will be proud of this once more. Enjoy…
Ouch, meanwhile… I think I am having a migraine. I think I need sumatriptan. According to Derek Balon, I am a migraineur. See how a person who has a migraine can have a classification, W-O-W… I therefore need 50mg of Sumatriptan.
I’ve thought, “Is this never gonna be different in the end of the day?”
I grow up with friends who are positively moved each and everyday. Today they are elsewhere spreading the same energy. Same here. However, as time goes by and we meet up again in a round table having a chat with teh-O-panas we realized we are surrounded with extraordinarily negative people with selfish thoughts and they in turn also trying to spread the negative aura without even thinking that they may a lil’ or more affecting the rest and still, not care less about that.
Someone once said I was rude because I replied a lecturer impolitely. So what? I responded to him after (approximately) 10 minutes of asking a group of 111 students who were waiting for each other to respond to him. In short, ignorance. So what do we actually (I mean real-l-l-ly) expect from the other person(s) as we speak?
Practically, most of the 99 other people I have seen just sit and wait for the other 99 mates to respond and when 1/100 decided to respond (and somehow 99/100 THINK that that ONE was rude) and at the end of the day talks about the rude respond that one person made.
A couple of days ago, sometime in the evening, a SexyWise Man told me I had no principles. Why? Simply because he knew I’ve taken (in other word, stolen) a poster of the gorgeous Alexander played Colin Farrell, which I thought my action was totally okay just as long as I hold on to my principles that is, I’ll steal something as long as I am humane. I figured that the sexy and wise man just wanted to make me feel guilty for what I’ve did but just like I said; as long as I do not harm anyone else whether mentally, physically or emotionally. I therefore say that is Prinsip Aku.
My best friend Chia Yee defended me by telling him that I have principles and that my principle was that simple. I’ll do anything as long it’s humane. YES, and you (yes, YOU who are still reading this), would you want to be with someone extremely morally right but not so humane? Life’s tough. Some beetles have to eat shit to survive.
So the “intellectual” conversation brought us to speak on humanity. So the SexyWise Man decided to pop out the question to test our humanity and also… PRINSIPLES. He gave an almost-a-real-life-scenario which he thought it’ll be a wise question for a future doctor and pharmacist to ponder:
We found a cure to cancer to the world, but that will have to take a life of a
HEALTHY kid. Will we kill the kid in order to save the world’s population who
has cancer?
Undoubtedly, it’s a question regarding ethics, not forgetting, our principles of being a humane person. Without much thought, I said I think I would. Then again, after going through “proper” thinking, (proper?! how can this question even be proper to answer in 20minutes or less? That’s why this is an almost-a-real-life-scenario? Believe me, even experts need one whole week to think ‘bout this) I would NOT. I’ve a complex explanation to that so I shall not spend my effort to explain something complicated and then complicate myself and as a consequence. cause some massive complications. To my avid reader, what do you think?
Therefore, I asked The Man this and gave him a better real-life scenario:
Supposedly Chia Yee and I were held at gunpoint of a criminal’s gun. At that
point, he (lem’me remind: A CRIMINAL) has a gun. He had already shot 4 people
before us. Will he shoot him dead IF at that point of time, it’s only one who’s
gonna pull the trigger?
He has a wise answer: NO.
Chia Yee: YES
Me: Yup…
Oh well, he, the Sexy&Wise Man is indeed the Man of Principles. Does that make most of us hypocrites? Hmm…
Just yesterday I went yamcha at about 3.30 in the morning at SS2 Murni and like always at this kind of time, the patrons were mainly sipping down their limau-ais (iced lime-onade) to sober themselves. There was this particular group of people, well… more like ONE person from that group I could not help myself from noticing, looking and getting myself amused. It was downright entertaining to see someone so absolute stoned, and I really meant it. There he was, sleeping in the armless chair and all his half-digested fish, leaves, meat, dogfood, Polly’s crackers, arrgh… whatever shit just slowly oozing out from his mouth. It was totally disgusting that Wern Yuan who intended to have his Indo-mee+mata kerbau there then decided he’d just lost his appetite. I guess the look of the exudates streaming out from his nostrils and wide-open mouth to his shirt and all over his pants till there was virtually a miniature pond of vomit right at his penis region was overwhelmingly disgusting. So disgusting and not a pretty sight at all that the whole scene actually made Adrian who usually has big appetite to forget bout Nasi Lemak too.
Actually, the most “entertaining” part was neither the mini pond he produced on his pants nor the way his-almost-digested lunch and dinner oozing out from the pores of his face. Rather, it was the fact that his friends were seemingly furious but all tired at the same time looking helplessly at him sitting there as though he’d just lost his backbones and look like “an A4 paper” as quoted by WYuan. I think the one who had the most frustrated look pinned to his face was the driver of the Estima who probably is still whining his ass off right now on the nasty stench his friend had made on the passenger’s seat. The terrible night was made without remorse for the EstiMAN. Throughout the time when the guys were moving the drunken and SUPER FLOPPY (remember A4 paper?) fella back into the Estima, we thought of ways which we could have used to move a friend like that dude, IF any of us become as bad as that:
1. Danny would splash cold water onto the fella and then throw him into the boots.
2. I would take out his clothes and strap him on the roof.
3. Wern Yuan would take off his clothes and pinch his nipple till he wakes up.
I can’t remember what would Khar Yan, Brian and Yenn’ll do.
Looks like anyone doesn’t actually need a talent to be a joker, or really good-looking to be an attention grabber afterall.
Oh well, an amusing early morning and I managed to finish my teh-O-ais-limau.
