Hmm… It’s been a while since i’ve put up an entry, no thanks to the hectic weeks I had during the hospital visits and the packing that the Queen of the house have been bugging me to do. Plus, having both my itchy butt cheeks to seek fun in between those hectic moments made me realize I ain’t “lasak” (tough) anymore. Big SIGH! Just last week, bringing myself and Chia Yee to wakeboard had cause myself massive muscle fatigue! *Fooh!*
Anyway, main things first. I have finally graduated with my fellow classmates from Phase 1 of my Pharmacy programme… and now I’m just on my way to become a certified pharmacist for the whole next year, so that you folks can call me Pharmee Teoh in 13 months time! Anyway, these pictures taken during the convocation are too cool to be missed.
So this is us… all looking bright and smart. Oh well, wasted I wasn’t graduating with my best buddy.
Sunday was David’s 21st birthday. He called his hommiez up for his big day with the typical 21 red eggs. We were all there with him. The hommies… even Timmy who had his knee dislocated and with crutches made it to celebrate for Mr D! How great was that?
Mr D and this 2 large cakes with 21 candles…
Mr D and his gals…
Mr D and his late comers…
Ah… a fine photo with my hommie Mr D. All the years growing up together made this dude a wonderful guy. Happy 21st and may you have your wish come true!
There, Timmy… with his crutches
And of course with the news that i am leaving for Scotties everyone has to have a piece of me first…
I am suddenly facing a totally unusual behaviour from a person i know so long. I did not choose to be in such situation. I did not see that coming either. I could have sworn that if i had knew this individual 21 years early i would have beat the shit out of him. Either that or i’ll just turn him inside out, like a pair of panties…
I hate it when somebody is so not his or her usual self at particular times. *Note again: “particular” times… What’s more pathetic is if this person had to be totally another person just because he or she is trying to impress someone else. I know, some of you may say politics. Hey, but i ain’t implying this in that issue. Then again, if you are a boss reading this, you have more to deal than just unnatural behaviours of your employee(s), so i suggest you’d better get their bums up altogether and shove your trying-too-hard employees’ heads into one another’s butthole.
So what is it that makes this person so unnaturally funny and still thinks that he or she may have made an impressive mark in the other person’s eye?
What?
The fact that CLEO forked out some evidence that MOST people like their partners to be funny?
How bout romantic MOVIES showing that the funnier people are the more lovable group of people?
Ah! What about just the simple fact that it’s JUST YOU liking funny people and you suddenly turn so (un)naturally funny out of the blues?
I would really really love you peepz out there to share your bits with me! or perhaps with other readers who may equally love to hear from u too.Truly, it is not compelling at all to be in an unnatural state, whether it’s funny, cool, hot or WHATever not…
By the way, as i was bloghopping and i came across
HIS blog, and i mistakenly thought the writer was a girl. Oh man, what an embarassment! Almost went hot red after the writer told me his true gender! I said sorry to the lad and i hope he did not go nuts bout it. Oh well, just if any of you wanna know how i could assume that way, it’s because his posts contained certain touch of sensitivity and emotions that i thought guys would not express… (oh well) literally. My wrong…
There was something i have always thought of doing with a group of friends at times when the lunatic sparks strike on our nerves. There was never the time, or probably we can never get all so lunatic, all at once. One fine day, two strangers made my nutty aspirations their task instead.
As i was saying, couple of days ago i was reading The Star outside a shop, just stationary at the corridor right there. And there were these two gals dressed in completely ruggart and worn-out outfits. In a way, they looked like typical beggars at that kinda look they carried. And since there were only me and the big Mamak-shopkeeper along there so these two gals approached me for a starter. The whole scene, conversed in Cantonese, in summary began to take place as…
girl1: mmm-mmm… hungry
girl2: (hands out) please? can?
me: what? hmm??
*pause* at this point of time, despite their act of speech inability, i thought i would wanna get around to learn bout these beggars-lookalike more… (good going?)
girl2: (took the bread… gave me, held my hands)
me: ay! pakcik! mereka mau roti… bagi fleee-lah (uncle, they want bread, give them free)
innocent mamak: (shook his head vigorously) tak buleh! tak buleh! (can’t! can’t!)
girl2: my sister (pointed at girl1), she’s sick. Crazy. We got no money to treat her. Now our guardians don’t really care about us. (glared at me)
*pause no.2* so right there, i didn’t know why but these sisters did not seem convincing enough to be crazy beggars. So i just went on with them, not trying to get myself cheated out of sypathy.
me: really ar? (looked at girl1) oh, then why let her run out with you? how old are u?
girl1: hmmm… bread… hungry….
me: i also very hungry…hungry till gonna go crazy too.
. . . then
girl2: my sister really crazy already. we all want to follow you back. Please bring us back.
me: Yau mou kau-chor ar? i come out alone alone like that. You think i got place to stay ar? Why not u bring me home ler? I’m also abit crazy-crazy one…
girl1: (grabbed my hand, and looked as if she was to cry)
me: (just stared back at her and shook my head)
And suddenly this girl2 spoke in ultra-fine-fluent English! Like wtf?! Baffled! Completely clueless! She said that she and girl1 are coursemates doing a practical research on human empathy and how much they needed to do to convince a citizen without awareness to get cheated by scams pulled by conmen/women who impersonate as such needy lot. They needed to sort of complete an act in a whole 15 minutes or so. Right… I gather I should have passed as the compassionately wise citizen? D-O-H… What a cracking 15 minutes for an experience for being punk’d! Laugh out loud, people!
Oh! Anyway, i came across this interesting site. It’s amusing sometimes how people can blog so publicly about personal stuff. Oh well, blogging is a free way to speak away what’s in everybody’s mind, so i guess it’s ain’t wrong but i am certain that that post might gather great great and more great ideas for particular individuals out there.
Just some time ago, i came across a mother and her middle-aged daughter. They were… (best i would describe) almost yelling at each other outside the daughter’s blue sporty car. So I was there, as a passer-by wanted to cross the damn road, but the traffic probably had only allowed me to listen unintentionally to their public debate rather than letting me get to my destination across.
Having stucked right there listening to their “conversation” wasn’t all so bad afterall. In fact, the mother and daughter shouted on stuff that reminded me of my great english teacher in college, Miss Ng. Here was what i heard, though i tried to be as detailed as possible…
(already in the middle of the conversation and followed with…)
Daughter: So? You think i am stubborn?! Not as stubborn as u!
Mother: Young lady, you don’t have to repeat what I’ve said bout u! you never listen to me… since long ago!
Daughter: I’m telling you, mama, i did what i could already. If you don’t believe, fine by me. You go find someone else do it. No one will wanna do this for you!
Mother: You DIDN’T! or else…(couldn’t get this part as she was talking… whoa! way too fast to catch up).
Daughter: Haiyah! I don wanna talk bout this ‘dy. You wanna talk, you continue talking here in the car, meanwhile i go get *’s stuff. Stay! I don’t want you to follow!
Mother: Oh, you think u can do this to me? I wish you have daughters growing up exactly as you are!
* was some fella’s name, I couldn’t think what was the exact spelling, so it’s whateva you think is appropriate
There! That! YES, that line! The quotation by The Mother, “i wish you have daughters growing up exactly as you are!”
This is not the first I’ve heard so far. Miss Ng, my ESL teacher said this many times to her lazy, rude and untruthful students before. She would always say something like, “May you have 20 offsprings like yourself.” And her explanation was, “if you can treat people like that, so you should be able to swallow down such attitude too.”
So when she explained to me once before, I didn’t think it was wrong at all. And a couple of weeks ago, while chatting with Sienic and Audz, we were talking about kids we may have in the future (note the “may”). There, we all agreed that we can have children for ourselves, whether adopted or of our own. Then how do we wanna bring them up? And someone asked, “would you want, say, your daugher to be like you?” Now… that’s a question to ponder. Would i really want my own daughter to act, to behave, to treat other people, exactly the way I do?
Would you?
Anyway, when i heard the mother-daughter ruckus right there, I just thought to myself how it would be like if there is a senior Peikz and a junior Peikz… Hmm… :-S As I walked home, i made a vow to myself to control my temper more whenever i encounter mom. Ah, all for the name of love…
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