Gollum loves Christmas!

Goodbyes

under a sand of stars, on the murky streets of Kelburn, the only light shining down on me was the moon. walking alone, yet another chance for me to refresh my mind, and think about what has happened during the past month, and what has yet to become the present.

December. its a huge month for goodbyes.

parents leaving middle earth, after their sons' and daugthers' graduation. friends departing for home country. trips to south island. myself traveling. those whom I was able to hang out with without a hassle, are now friends in distance. physically.

how are ya'll doing?

Its been a year..

since i started writing.

a year ago roughly this time, i was writing something about "time for everything". another christmas has come huh... how will it be this time i wonder?

A Series of Unfortunate Events (reprise)

11. worst of all, my parents are coming this saturday for my graduation. cept there is no graduation to go to.

sorry, but i have to say something.

"fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccc
ccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccckkk kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
kkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!"

A Series of Unfortunate Events 2005

1. a break up
2. shared a room with the wrong guy (for one whole sem)
3. then, my dog died
4. had a terrible terrible stomach ache
5. broke my thumb over a dare
6. hence poverty (unable to work with my broken thumb)
7. hence 2 whole months of inconveniency
8. unable to take my exam (broken thumb too)
9. an agroetat grade on my transcript (passing without a grade)
10.and now, I am denied my permission to attend my graduation

but in the end, "who fucking cares?" AK slapped me with these words, "count your blessings!" she added.

for that, I thank you, AK.

"Different Names for the Same Thing"

By, Death Cab for Cutie

Alone on a train aimless in wonder

An outdated map crumbled in my pocket

But I didn't care where I was going'

Cause they're all different names for the same place.

The coast disappeared when the sea drowned the sun

And I knew no words to share with anyone

The boundaries of language I quietly cursed

And all the different names for the same thing

There are different names for the same things

There are different names for the same things...

Dick Heads

this is not an agressive post.

Been watching an american drama call The OC (I know I know, you might say that its gay) it is, some part of it. but its not not worth a watch. up until now, ive finish the first four episodes of the second season.

in the drama, every dick head seems to turn out to be a nice person. not completely, but there is part of the dick head's personality which is still likable. Im of coz, not stupid enough to not realise that its a flippin' drama. and real life is much more complicated than that.

but why not? dick heads around you might be your next best friend. give it a go?

Masquerade!

"Paper faces on parade, Masquerade! Hide your face so the world can never find you"?

solution?

Break huh?

seems like everyone is taking a break on blogging, holidays huh? summers around the corner, maybe I should also take a break, twist my face to the real side of the world...

and embrace it.

Foursome

White Spot

Wideness

Before Sunset

there was only a very beautiful sunset, and us

Fractured

its not until you have one yourself that you'll notice, they are all around.

walking into the library, a chinese guy with great sense of fashion (prob. a rich-son-of-a-bitch), with an arm cast sitting on the bench just beside the entrance of the library saw me with mine (cast), we both nodded (showing familiarity). walking down the street, a lady in layers of coat, had a cast on her left arm, splinting accross her right shoulder, walked pass. she pretended she didnt see me (the fact that she got the same thing as a short dark asian?). another guy, casually dressed, had a cast on his right leg. he was tense while trying to swing his cast accross a zebra crossing where a Nissan Fairlady was waiting (that was sad, but fun to watch). In the church, a guy with an orange arm cast (a cool cast colour) who was very excited about the preach kept raising his hand, shouting "awesome!" or "yeah!" (wondering if that hurt?)

reasons may vary accross people, chinese might be involved in a fight after getting reeeal drunk, women in coat might have slipped in the toilet, guy crossing street might be involve in an acciddent (riding a motorcycle), guy in church, bicycle accident? defending Christ? who knows.

as for me, I did a handstand and... wasnt a very heroic way of getting a fractured thumb (may sound small, but its major), certainly wasnt the way I imagine I would get my first fractured bone or experience my first operation (which by the way was awesome, its just like in the movies, well.. almost, cept there werent cute doctors and sexy nurses). my thumb was so fractured that the hospital actually had to call in a hand specialist from another clinic to do the operation on me. but this fractured (as well as those i mentioned) was easy, all it took was a good surgeon (or two), a good anaesthetist (definitely one), a generous insurance company, a firm cast, and 6 weeks of inconveniency (oh, tell me bout that...).

what about a fractured heart?

what will it take to cure this? time? will power? maturity (of coz, mentally)? or another fractured heart to share with?

Dont ask me, coz non of these worked, least not on me.

"looking down the hunger for your love, but no way to feed it" by, Jeff Buckley.

*An update*

apologizing for my long-not-updated blog. didnt feel like updating my blog with my doubled-size thumb (its heavy when you hold it above the key board for a long time). will not be updating my blog until i update it, hahaha, that can be whenever, so stay put. in the mean time, here is an update of my latelys:

1. went to south island with sin yee, roy and grace. it was awesome. it was a budget, economy (what ever you call it) trip for me, didnt do bungy or sky dive or such. a road trip, but it was enjoyable. my next trip down south will be during end of Jan. before that, to sydney for a week.

2. my thumbness will be restore next monday, going back to hospital, cast will be taken off. may the world be prepare for isaac's unleash.

3. mom and dad coming over in round 20 days. excited!

4. dont have any plans for now, tryin to get a decent summer job, or better a permenant job. in the mean time, will try and have heaps of fun (after the stupid cast being taken off) haha..

5. will upload a few pics from my trip down south later.

til then, peace out!

To South - Day 1

Arrived in Blenheim around 11 am, decided to visit Montana vinyard, (which is the brand Edwin order a wine from online). Will look around town by foot for the next hour.

next destination will be Kaikoura where we will be watching sperm whale on a boat. by the end of the day, we would have reached Christchurch. roughly 4 and a half hour away from Picton.

til then, peace out!

Guy Fawkes Day in Wellington

Its a day to remember Guy Fawkes's attemp to blow up the parliament in England a few hundred years ago.

fireworks, could be so beautiful, yet dangerous.

St. James Theatre

went to watch a ballet call The Nutcraker with Ting Ting, this is the interior of the theatre hall.

She "Flying" !

Destination: Sweden.

Anna "Kourrrreen" Karin

Me, Anna, and Cal (and Esther, who took the picture) in Wellington airport (1st of Nov). its was 430 in the morning (can see it from Call's face), her flight was one and a half hour away. sad that my dear dear flatie was going away, will miss you soooo much...

once said by her to me, "enjoy time pass, coz here, it will surely stay the same".

Hung-over-Sunday

after nine of these, and three glasses of wine, what do you expect?

Saturday, Daniel finally finished his last exam, which gave both of us another lame excuse to celebrate over it (although I'm not sure what am I suppose to be celebrating...) got a 12 pack Stella Artois, and a 6 pack Mac's Gold, within a few hours, all the golden bubbly liquid was gone, gone deep down under.

11 pm, Daniel, who had a few additional shots of vodka, was still in great shape, changing into his clubbing costume, jelling up his hair, putting on his perfume, his mouth singing something I couldnt identify. me? I was totally wasted. how wasted? couldnt even decide which side of my shoe to be put on which side of my feet. even cut myself on my fingers while trying to pick up the bottle we broke a few hours ago. my blood flowing uncontrolably.usually I would try to stop the bleeding immediatly, but the alchohol made bleeding so facinating that I sat there and looked at my finger until it was in red.

(time unknown), eventually got to town, me and Daniel was feeling reaaaaaal bad by then, made the decision to go home. we were both reasonably fit, and walking home would be "usually" sweet for us. but given our "unusual" situation, it was expectedly challenging (remember, my place is at least 35 minutes walk away from town). after walking up a few flights of stairs, I squated down on the paveway of The Terrace, and started puking out my dinner, the Stella Artois and wine... wasted (pun intented). looked over my shoulder, Daniel was actually doing the exact same thing, with the exact same pose.

Sunday, woke up with a reaaal heavy head, and soft legs. Daniel? he basically didnt wake up at all. haha, man... wasted.

Pardon the picture :P

when you loss the ability to do something, interest is loss simultaneously.

I'm lucky its temporary. :)

Big-head-shot

its blur, but the friendship is clear.

cheers.

Flare of eternity

like a wing spreading from neverland, armoring us from darkness and ugliness.

its a short while, but its worth standing still from work, putting down everything which burdens, take a deep breath and watch the grand finale of the sun's effort to shine the world.

Why worry?

if i have a whole world of christian praying for me? but i am still, kind of...

thanks...
to those who visit (no matter you saw me or not)
to those who texted (didnt have enough credit to reply all, sorry)
to those who accompanied me to the hospital (good times, ei?)
to those who pray (did and will)
to those who worried for me
to those who gave me food (fruits and M&M's)
to those who gave me hugs
to those who went to the hospital to give me a surprise visit (but didnt see me as I was home already)
to those who offered me money to help out with my living expenses

I appreciate them all.

Thumb Operation

is on this thursday, 7.30am at Wellington hospital.

pray for me.

F.r.i.e.n.d.s.

and so, I stood in front of my door step, looking at four of them leave, until they were no where in sight. the early evening sun was beating down on them. on me.

The warmth was soothing. I stood there for a few more minutes in company of the sun.

I wanted to tell them how greatful I was for their visit as they left, for it must have been an effort-full journey for them to come to my place. I wanted to give eveyone of them a hug, for I have been treated by them in ways I do not deserve. I wanted to give each of them a smile, for that was what they came to see. but all I could offer was merely a few frowns, for things had been really overwhelming.

Think what I am trying to say is (if you guys are reading this... 7 of you), I know your caring for me, and I know I am not good in expressing myself, still (learning low context culture huh?), but I appreciate every little things you guys did for me. and that sometimes though I might seemed moody, its enjoyable to just be around. and that part of my frowns lately was because the thought of you guys, my family for the pass months, are going to leave for Malaysia, without me in just a few months time. and that I know, I will miss out a lot, too much in fact when you guys are in Malaysia. I envy that.

so, cheers, F.a.m.i.l.y.

Lost souls

what use to be the blooming spot of a thousand tulips, is now a graveyard of a thousand lost souls.

dont be naive, somethings arent beautiful all the time.

Broken Thumb

I was able to learn how to snow board in one day, learn knitting on the other...

... but now, I even struggled to squeeze my facial forms out of its tube, its painful. mentally.

Matter of Seconds

"When we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side... And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left! No herons, no distant music, not even the taste of his lips. How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly?

Life moves very fast. It rushes us from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds." Eleven Minutes, Paulo Coelho.

Emptiness

Lyall Bay, Oct 14, 2005

Gravity, Me and You

Lyall Bay, her, her, her, and the blue sky.

Just as

and so... I looked at the time, 12.03am.

made up my mind that I should leave the party, immediatly, the thought of me being alone on the dark, long and winding road surface in my mind, unpleasant, but unavoidable. Just as I stood up to grab my down jacket, I heard EW saying that he wanted to go too. having making clear that he was going the same way, I thought, "finally, someone to walk with me, not all the way, but at least a person to leave with me...".

said good byes to birthday boy and girl, left as if I dont care, but deep down, there was a few million reasons I want to stay, but only one, not to. in no time, we reached a junction where we have to split up, said good bye, and we both turn away.

just as I thought I am going to be alone again, I heard someone called my name, looked back, it was AK and JP. my flatties. of course, my following journey back home was accompanied by a few conversations, some constructive, some not. but I love them all.

Back to the 70's

Callalily

the beautiful side of the world.

'DayDream'ing

Something to share

after the The Time Traveller's Wife, I took a break on reading, why? read it and you'll know.

I've started reading another book lately, its Paulo Coelho's The Devil and Miss Prym. Read something I thought I might wanna share with everyone:

"The world is full of them (promises): promises of the riches, of eternal salvation, of infinite love. Some people think they can promise anything,others accept whatever seems to guarantee better days ahead... Those who make promises they don't keep end up powerless and frustrated, and exactly the same fate awaits those who believe those promises."

true huh?

well...

at least the cloud has cleared and the full moon is shining, torching the real side of everything.

frustration, hatred, sadness, dissapointment, expectation, anger, and fear. fuck off.

A temper of a cheft

My heart was pounding faster than usual, pumping fresh new blood throughout my body, my mouth was taking in fast-strong-and-deep breath, my legs were running weightlessly downhill, my arms bent into L shapes, swinging back and forth by the sides. Wondering how late I was, I paused my left arm infront of my chest, as usual, to look at my red-Swatch, while my legs remained in their cyclical movement. I sweared because it was empty, my watch was not on my wrist, its was lying in the drawer of my table back home.

Supressing my curiosity on the time, I ran until I reached my work place.

I was having a hardtime earlier that day, well... actually... been having some hardtimes lately. I wasnt feeling good, in fact, I was moody. I slowed down abruptly as I enter the restaurant, trying to walk like a normal people, while actually, I was breathing in with an enormous amount of energy, trying to expand my nosles to its limit and suck empty the air in the restaurant. I saw Errol, said hi and looked away, saw Hayley, said hi and she looked away, I didnt. she was gorgeous. Finally, moment of truth, I saw Lee, the cheft, he did not look pissed. I was relieved.

I pulled out my dark green apron, and started my routine.

It all went well at first, everyone was busy. Garlic bread, calamari entre, beef lasagna, chicken rissoto, seafood velvet, scotch fillet... after a few tables, the cheft suddenly screamed. It wasnt a scream of fear, neither was it a scream of excitement, rather, it was a scream of anger, of hate, of frustration. He forgot about the fish-of-the-day-with-mango-salsa in the oven. it was over cooked. Out of frustration, he said "ah... fuck it..." and ordered me to serve it anyway. the fish sat under the heat-lights, waited for roughly 5 minutes before Hayley came and pick it up for the customers. As she was walking away, the cheft suddenly decide that he will make another one. he was mad.

it all went wrong after that.

the cheft was showing his temper, yelling at everyone in the kitchen, including me. I got angry when he yelled at me. I thought it wasnt fair for him to express his anger on us when he himself did something wrong. My heart was in one hand, filled with discontentment, on the other hand, fear. "I pulled my apron off and walked out", but for money's sake, it was all just in my imagination. everyone kept quiet until the end.

that night, as I crawled into my duvet, I started to think, as a person who can get really moody sometimes, I understand his feeling at that very moment, that very split second, when he wants to burst and fuck everyone up, but more importantly, I realised the feeling, of people around the cheft. moreover, people around me.

the monster inside me...

'or' and 'ee'

we all know how in a franchising deal, there is always 2 parties, one the franchis'or', and one the franchis'ee', right?

that day, me and my friends were discussing what else can the 'or' and 'ee' be used on, and SY had the cutest idea ever. according to her explaination:

"refrigerator is providing us with a cold space for storing food, so us as people who store food should be called refrigeratee..."

A bottle of beer for a massage?

after 8 hours of work,

I'd say its worth every drop. every drop.

An Ocean of Tulips

Sign of Spring covering up Autumn with its wild colours.

And so,

here I am, finally.

oh no no...its not over yet, not quite. Here is an update for those who really care.

I've just pass up a 80 pages, yes, I will say it again, 80 pages group marketing assignment today, and its not a joke. its really hard to work in teams when the assignment is so... freakin... huge in size and when everyone's writing style is so... freakin... different, but our group has proved it possible to overcome these hinders. we rock!!

so, 1 down, 2 more to go, a finance essay which I have to choose a topic of my own, and international business with a 30 pages case to be analysed. worst thing of all, it both due on the same day, next friday. next friday? shit.

After next friday, there goes the thing every boy and girl in their schooling period hate and fear the most. examination.

again, may God have mercy on my soul.

Eventually,

I will update my blog.

as the semester creeps toward the end, assignments due date and exams date are crashing into me so fast I dont have time to shit peacefully. so bare with me for the moment ok?

peace out!

My Nike

After 2 years being worn under my feet, the bottoms of the shoes are falling out, its not quite the color 'white' anymore, as the mud cruelly cover up its pure innocent body. there are signs of the shoelace being bitten violently by teeth, probably a dog's teeth. the blue NIKE logo beside is slowly turning yellow because of the dynamic changes in weather. rain poured on them, the sun shone mercilessly on them, the crazy wind blew on them, oh how much you have been through, my dear dear NIKE?

I went backpacking over 2000 Km, I wore you, rock climbing, I wore you, out for movie and dinner, I wore you, travel all the way to NZ, I wore you... play paint-ball, basking, karaeoke, play hacky, going to a snow mountain, walked to the beach and back, having coffee at a jazz pub, I wore you... you are versatile, you are ultimate, you are beautiful...

I would like to pay tribute to you...

Fix you

by, Coldplay

A lesson to remember

found out something lately.

was talking to one of my college mate a few days before, she abruptly switch the conversation from 'how have you been?' to 'tell you something, but dont get mad after you hear it..'

'what?' I said with much anxiety.

'your ex-gf just broke up with her boyfriend'.

'.....'

'are you alright?' she replied after a few ten seconds of hesitation, because I didnt write anything more than that.

'what makes you think that, after more than one year, I still care about that?' this is more of a question to myself than to her.

'just felt like you should know..' in guilt she said.

'well, I don't really care'. I lied.

My mind got mess up right after the conversation. Don't get me wrong, I am not saying this cause I havent get over her, I am saying this to proof that, a pass relationship can have such deep impact on someone, even after over a year, that its impossible to not remember things that had already happened, things that had slowly transformed from memories... to lessons.

haha, beauty of love, incomprehensible.

TTTsW

The Time Traveller's Wife

I was bathing myself in the sun, with TTTsW in my hands, sitting on the red couch near to the glass wall in Rutherford House (one of my Uni's campus). infront of me, people strolling, some with a backpack, and thick books, some with a dog, sunglasses and jogging wears, some in suits, leather shoes. vehicle, heavy, light speeding across. the sky was clear with a only a few patches of clouds hanging in the middle of the light blue. its slowly floating from the west to east side of the sky. its like a huge moving 3D drawings. but I wasnt appreciating it.

A couple walked up to the couch behind me, it was yellow. sat down, and started to chat aloud. Shaun came, touch me with his finger on my shoulder, notifying me about his arrival, and quickly pointing to the direction of the toilet, I dipped my head slightly to show 'ok, I'll sit here and wait'. The sun continued to shine, I continued to submerge myself in the book I was holding.

I was my last 50 pages, Henry was dying in the book, and I dont feel like reading anymore.

but I couldnt stop.

if you are reading this post, and you havent read the book. read it, trust me. read it.

2005.08.27--- Shaun's

happy 21st, bro...

Mount. Rhupehu

Daniel and me.

went to a ski trip on 13 - 15 August, to Mount. Rhupehu. this is one of the very very few pictures of me taken in all white. thats why it is precious. haha...

the trip?

it was AWESOME, first time seeing snow, first time snow boarding, I'd say its as awesome as the most awesome thing you have ever did, times it by 100, and thats how awesome I felt.

was planning on writing a very thorough post of my experience with the snow, but it was too awesome that I am afraid I cant express it with just a mere few thousand words, and that I would be disappointed . so... Ive decided to not write much about it, let there be space for imagination.

peace out.

Sudden Distance

to everything. everyone.

What then?

It was a little over twelve midnight last saturday when I met AK, Esther and Johnny in front of Shooters after work. It wasn't until I was in front of the bar that I figured I didnt brought my passport (you need to show some identification to proof that you are 18 and above, and only a 18+ card, or passport or drivers license will do...). I wasnt really dissapointed, coz didnt really felt like clubbing anyway, just felt like beer, but that wasnt a problem either, coz I was holding a plastic bag with a take-away chicken fettucini pasta (for AK) and a bottle of Corona (which I accidentally slipped it into my plastic bag before I leave the kitchen... you get what I mean...). Ended up sitting in Reading Cinema (cinema with footcourt below) with Johnny and met Grace who was waiting for her friends to go to a korean karaoke lounge in Reading too.

Her friends came, we were invited to join, so we walked together.

The street was filled with pointless people, some in crowds, some couples, some drunken, some act as if they were drunk, heavy beats from disco drifting along the street, taxis flooded the road, uninquisitive asian working in 24 hours convenient stores, girls showing off with as least cloth on their body as possible although it was a fairly cold night, old man holding an electric guitar, sitting on an amp., busking... which gave me an idea, why dont I busk too?

I told Johnny about my idea, and he was excited. as always.

We reached manners mall, I took off my deep blue water-proof-wind-proof jacket, spread it on the floor, us, wearing only T-shirts and jeans, started to ask for request from passer-by. I was amazed by how different peoples feeback was:

A couple from Switzerland kiss in front of us while I sang Your Song by Elton, and gave use a dollar gold coin.

A guy kept on saying he cant take it any more because we were too good (he was lying... he was suffering actually), he kept on grabing his hair, pulling them, acted as if he's gone crazy; but he gave us a gold coin anyway.

A girl with very short hair ( and I mean real short... almost bald...), she was singing along with us, if I remembered correctly, it was Billy Jeans, by Michael. She tried offering us her guitar pick, but we didnt want it, she ended up giving us a hug.

Some mature guy (in their forthies, I think), aging and desperate, threw a few coins to us and at us, saying rudely:"hey, you've got the coins, now sing, shut up and sing..." wasnt pleasant, but we were professional, we sang until they left, I head them said "crap" as they went...

A cute old couple came, didnt request for a song, but still gave us a gold coin, the lady told us, well, more of giving us order that we shouldnt buy drugs with it... Johnny say to me:"ok where should we get the drugs now.." out loud, the lady turned back and said:"I said NO DRUGS!", it was funny...

Met a few kids who can beatbox very well, gave us not money, but two candy bars, which one of them is my favorite, Sneakers... argrggrrgrrggrg...

A girl request for a Beatles song, and was suprise I know it, it was Love Me Do, by the Beatles. She drop a few coins and left dancing. The dance was awful.

A girl pull out a five dollar bill even though we didnt know the song she requested. she was awesome.

then there was three girls who took a photo of us with on of their phone, should have ask them to send it to me, as a proof.. haha...

there were more...

for one and a half hour, we stood there, of all the people who came by, some left saying that we were full of craps, a majority of them left with a twist of happiness dangling on the edge of their lips. they smiled, they laughed.

We earn a little less than 20 dollars all together, that was a lot for singing craps down town. Went to a jazz pub the following day, had a flat white, my usual, and a bowl of chips with live jazz. I wouldnt say I earn 20 bucks if you ask me, what then?

I earn a nice cup of coffee, a bowl of chips with dip, a few laughs, a few cheered hearts, a few hand shakes, and a hug.

JAZZ

from left: trumpet, fugelhorn, double bass, amp, and the guitar. together: their JAZZ.

Simplicity

A lamb loin, a glass of wine.

The butterfly effect

Went to the blog I accidentally bumped into a few weeks ago after my previous post, (TT still dreaming hard), which I read quite often lately.

todays post was about the blog moving to elsewhere, and that that will be the last post.

was kind of suprise.

its amazing that such small decision made by a person, to move the blog elsewhere, can affect someone who is not in anyway related to his or her life, someone like me. Bet the writter didn't thought that someone half a globe away from him or her would be suprise of the moving-elsewhere-blog huh...

which made me thought of the butterfly effect - even the flap of a butterfly's wings could change the entire course of time.

p/s: sinyee, no... not because of the day-of-the-week 'EFFECT'

Decision

Went out with 7+ of them to reading cinema for a movie, it was good, not in the sense of its story line, but it was entertaining, actions and special effects bla bla bla, it matches the demand of the mass audience, us. Texted AK after the movie, but without any anticipation on a reply, it was more of a 'give it a shot' thing, aiming the mere chances that she might be up, and was able to leave the door open for me... after 2 hours 13 minutes and 10 seconds, I am still waiting for her reply... haha... fat chance...

some how ended up in TT's room, in front of her very-slow Presario 2200 Compaq. The night is deep, TT dreaming hard beneath her duvet behind me, about her boss calling early in the morning telling her that she dont have to go to her early shift, and that she would climb back into her bed, and sleep until the end of time... haha, dream on... while she works tomorrow morning, I will be the one realising her dreams...

15 minutes later...

trying to figure out what I should write about, instead of thinking what I want to write, I am thinking of someting else...

I've decided on something, yes... I've decided.

Trinity

Found this on the wall beside the flight of stairs from my house up... to some... road... forgot the name of the road... anyway, haha...

The Matrix: Re-cycled

Ha! didn't know I can do this do you...

MONTEITH's BLACK

Beer it is...

Has been really crazy lately, been spending too many hours in the library since three weeks ago. Guess from my previous posts, its obvious that I had been through some hardshi't' huh... three assignments due on the same day? there is nothing funny about it if you ask me.

after 9 weekly assignments, 3 heavily assess assignments, 2-days-per week work, and very few days to sleep well, the most compensating thing is in fact no more than a bottle of beer - Monteith's. but one thing is good about it for sure though, its free. bahahahahahahahahahahaha...

cheers, to free beers. and that I am free, well, at least for now.

98%

98% done...

2 % to go... so hang on, Zi Xiang(Isaac)!!

Ironic

"it's like ten thousand spoons, but all you need is a knife..."
By, Alanis Morisette

Wondering...

I know I know, you're probably sick of looking at my picture everytime you visit my blog, and feel like vomiting, to save the food you just ate, I'll just post something and take the picture of the last post.

A question: if you were given the power to choose 2 days of normal days, or 1v ery happy but conversely 1 very sad day, which one would you choose?

I won't share my answer with you guys, coz, it would take a few thousand words to answer it, or maybe coz my english isn't good enough to explain such thing, or rather, you won't understand my explaination.

but I'd pretty much like to listen to your answer. no matter if you are just someone wondering between blogs, or my friends.

p/s: by the way, if you are a usual, you'll notice the title of my blog had change, no more gravity crap, and don't worry, I am not suffering from any abnormal psychology, just felt like changing it, and AK inspired me.

Hm...

Airplane ticket --> RM 3,700, T - Shirt --> RM 29.90, Earphone --> RM 99, Hair cut --> FREE