time fliesSsss

As I sit in cold Law library trying to concentrate on an EU law book, but find it hard to do so due to previously 3 hours night's sleep (I normally require at least 9 hours) and also due to a hot afternoon outside.
And then Ronald just came up behind me, and told me he see a strand of white hair on meeeee!!! shocking shit as I always always pride myself not to have white hair when friends around me start to grow them even before we all hit the age of 30.
Sigh.. study until so stress meh, that God have to punish me with one strand of white hair? I don't even know when it started growing as Ronald plucked it out, the bottom tip of the hair is black..
Act for the day: keep the white hair as a treasured memory of my first "real" wisdom. Hehe.

God is a Girl

I love God is a GIrl lorrr.. shit.. so addicted to only 1 song. What the heck man.. I am listening to a song with no quality but is Xtremely good at taking away my jiwang feeling.
Do you believe it? Can you receive this?

My cousin just recently killed a snake that was slithering up the tree in her garden.
I wonder what was the snake's last image on earth before its death. My cousin's face? Or its food it was attempting to get on the tree? When my cousin killed it, she probably recieved a negative point for karma purposes.. But then again, she saved the frog-thingy that was meant to be the snake's food. so it cancels off the negative point. Does life really works like this?
I guess we all will just fail once in a while just as we thought we get the optimum climax in life..hmm...
Maybe that's why God is a girl, whereby our life plan can just change suddenly depending on Her mood. Make sense?

Gold is really ours!

Hello hello, see, I really could become a good fortune teller. I predicted gold didn't I? Hahaha.
Basketball = gold
Touch = gold
Sepak Takraw = gold
Men's Badminton Doubles = gold
Handball = gold
Futsal = gold
Watching Cheong cry = priceless
For everything else, there is the silvers and bronzes we collected along the way. Great job to us all that went down Bersatu.
EeEYeahhh!!!!!

arrived...

Well, this is it guys..we are finally ready to kick some asses.. though I have to admit that it might be freaking cold down there so yups. dress warmly and red is our theme.. I did not manage to make the pom poms as I thought I could.. damn.. its ok...:) don't forget to bring your hp charger.. very important..
til then, gold is ours!

examssSs finisSss

I feel the lightness in the air, the sweetness of noise, the sensational tingling feeling of happinessss.. exams is over and all I could look forward to is a good winter break. That means a good sporting event in Dunedin. :) Where's the rush of adrenalin? It pumps in my veins.
Parted with Olivia today in the corridors after the exams. Her smile lit up my whole afternoon and she was just so plesant to be in compnay with. Gosh, did i tell you her hands are so soft to touch? I found this out when I was developing photos with her in the darkroom.
:) I love Mondays. Did I tell you guys that?

antissssipation

One more paper and I will be done.... :) I await it.. silently, anxiously...and then WHAM! Bersatu starts again..so fast? yupsss one year goes fast. Dunedin, here we come! I am feeling it.. so excited. dunno why. Maybe the fact that I will be sort-of in a domestic holiday once again. He is not feeling it. dunno why. Maybe the fact that he is not in his domestic holidaying mood... bwekssssss

favourite letter "s".

guppiesss

Sigh. I lost the auction for 50-100 guppiessssssss.... should I moan because I really really wanted them but the price went out of control? no I shouldn't. the other person placed auto-bid and just won it by pure desire WITH the money.
Anyway, exams today didn't go well. But that was not unexpected. Its just law. Plus I think I didnt do well for this particular paper is because RKA shook my head the day before. so all the precious exam materials flew outta my head.. whee~ materials with ~wings~...just like the modern pads nowadays. Could tampons be better?

PaSsion

I have a lot of paSsion in me which I like to spread it as much as I could so that the world may be a happier place. I admit that I am only one...but one could do something..couldn't they? at least I think they could if one has the passion...
BUT many, and I mean MANY times, I was accuse of being too passionate for what I believe in. I believe in love in friendships...friendship means so much to me that to some extent, I was accused of not knowing the difference between love and friendship.
Yups. I do not really know the difference. People from the "love" side gets jealous when I share closely with the "friendship" side. Sometimes, the friendship side gets confused as to whether the love I portray is really what they think.
Yups. I do not know the difference.
But what I do know is that it is not a sin to love, nor having such paSsion in me. Because only then, I know myself best, and to love people around me, can only be as naturale.

when the sun comes up tomorrow...

It doesn't matter...
It is just another new day. I always give a sad smile when someone tries to cheer me up by saying a new day should bring new hope. For me, hope should be carried within myself, new day or not, whether the sun comes up or not. When I feel devastated, the sentence that a new day will bring a fresh start cannot comfort me.
As I feel such, let me cry. Do not try to talk to me. Just listen.
Just listen to my silent tears and I will be better. As long as I know you are there... I will be all right...

hungrrrrrrrrrrray

today i saw the hungary man (the first i have ever came across in my whole entire life) again.... i remembered him well... not because he was anything particularly good looking, nor was he one of those that has a face that lightens up your life in that very moment he looks at you..
i remembered him because he got a divorce over the public phone with his wife in the student union hall where every bit of his conversation was overheard by passerbys... THAT was how i remembered him at first.
i also remembered him from his usual way of bringing fried rice into the lecture halls, chomping it down for dinner during our 7pm lecture times. the smell of his food... THAT was how i remembered him.

That was nearly 4 years ago.. it is wierd how i never said "hi" to him despite the fact that we both see each other around uni so many times.
Imagine the amount of people, or perhaps i should say "friends", we would have gotten to know if we could only have taken a moment to stop in life, and wish those we always see but never bothered a single friendly gesture.

Yet, as i look at the hungary man, i feel a sense of pity. not because i have never gotten to know him... no, not really... but the fact that through him, i have realised how much we have lost because of our non-initiation to say a simple "hi" that could have changed many lives.

yay...i 've got a blog

dunno what to type.. for once i am in lost of words.. but to answer Cheong's 2nd blog post: "yes, i have a blog too." :)