The Impetus to Blog

I’m exhausted by Physics. Oh I just realised that I hate the electricity part so much. I hate the E Q q e C I t B A P L and other symbols that I dont really know how to type it out. Oh GOD. Luckily, calculus is not that bad afterall :D How I wish I can do well in my Finals. Calculus and Physics.

du/dx.

oh well. It’s dusty over here. I mean, my blog. I just dont feel like blogging though sometime there’s an urge to do so. Lots of stuff mingling now. In. My. Brain. Oh well. I’m not getting back to study. So, why not think about life?

Hah! Happy Chinese New Year! How nice if I were at home right now.

And how nice if this du/dx thing is over.

STOP IT.

I mean life is not about calculus right? Thought it seems like the answer is YES. For now. Off i go. To bed. Oh, and I figured out something. That is “everyone is selfish”. I’m sleep talking now. Good night.

Pieces of the Puzzle

Rain. Owl. City. Mosquitoes. Taiwan. HP. No Lamp. McD. Exam. Calculus. Americano. Pillow. Mydin. KFC. Selangor. Kancil. Air-con. Mines. Shopping. Money. BN. Allowances. Hep-B. Michigan. Scratching. Apologizing. Secrets. Steve. Bangkok. Internet. IPhone. Battery. Charging. Aluminium. Muddy. Stream. Quiet. Tickets. Boats. Canoe. Yatch. S500. Jay. Ren Pei. Cock-ing. Earphone. Sleep. Milk. Petrol. 7eleven. Nice guy. Breakdown. Push. Start. Disneyland. Roller coaster. Childhood. Whisper. Fast. Snail. Slow. Rush. Down. Redoxon. Sis. Sleep. Ponteng. Car. Lost. Scared. Bus stop. KPC. Look. Reason. 66.

Starbucks. Online. Tired.

Shopping. Friend. Urging.

G.

T.

G.

Ynh.

I Love Me

It’s late. and I’m still here trying my best to blog something. No. Not trying. I wanna blog something.

I was wondering how music can really change our mood. How when u listen to slow music, u think of emotion arousing stuff. How when u listen to Yellow Card’s songs, u wanna scream your lungs out. I wanna do that. just that my roommate is snoring. *damn, he is sleep taking now, it’s freaking me out*

And sometimes, when you realised that u are really happy, things pop out. Out of nowhere. You shove it off. But no. It’s still there. U shake it off. It sticks there. Worst. Like the snail back in my guppy’s aquarium.

Try the Starbucks new orange flavour drink, the one made specially for CNY. try it. and complain. on how the coffee is not gao and the orange flavour not stimulating to the taste bud. Complain on how the RM6.50 key chain is so bad in term of quality. Damn. and go on, complain on how slow the UniTEN line is. How u need to wait till everyone falls asleep (around 3am) stops counter striking or dota-ing before u start downloading or browsing through Facebook picture.

There is much to complain. like what my friend did. few hours ago. honking furiously at motorist and showing the middle finger. we can complain. complain and complain. typical Singaporean. but what in the end do we gain? satisfaction? making people respect you? let them know who’s the boss? consumer right? smack my head.

Okay. I try not to complain. Super hard i can say. But at least I'm trying to be nice. like showing a thank you gesture every time someone gave me way during a traffic jam. like how i learn to listen to friend problem and curse and forget.

okay. talking about curse. i wanna curse something. the cigarette. if you are a smoker, sorry, i just hate it. i mean, what on earth do u gain from cigarette? i asked many of them. and got similar stupid answers. maybe to me, it sounds stupid.
”why do you smoke? Don’t u know u die early and it make ur lungs look like 2 pieces of shit?”
”who cares, as long as I'm happy. u see, a cigarette which shorten my life gave me more pleasure. so the point is, who care as long as I'm happy?"

OMFG.

maybe I'm wrong.

cut that crap off. i wanna blog about me. crap. calculus at 8am. 2 hours sleep. don't expect me to get up (sorry mama). my friend ask me to jog with him at 7. wth. not today bro. hei and tomorrow is considered weekends. I always look forward to it. weekends. where your bank account evaporates. but happiness level increases. okay now, who care as long as I'm happy? Bomb.

i don't know what I’m thinking right now. stuff. insignificant to other. but not really for me. woo, the iPod doesn't aid in thinking, now that i found out. *okay shit, he is sleep talking again* lots of thing to be done. to be figure out. life is not worth living if its easy. ya~ some truth in it.

and ya. the Azans is starting. gotta continue my sleep. life is slow. like how a snail crawls. when the snail takes step, we never realise it. give it an hour and you can see the differences.

Bye.

and hei, thanks Pei Yi. I love that email u forwarded to me. okay. i admit, i nearly copy that down (sound stupid).

Bye Bye.

and wait, ya, i got the permission :D

Bye Bye Bye.

Happy Birthday Chok Yin Ling

can I call u chok yin ling? haha. no i guess. ok happy birthday 姐姐.

How I wish I have a birthday where everyone will be holidaying and celebrating New Year. 31st December 1987. So. Cool.

It had been a while we haven't celebrated birthdays together.
I’m sure 2009 had been a great year for you. about life. about family. about studies. about going around Europe. about NEW YORK *weee*. about being the best. and about me =P

Hei you know what, I’m so badly, terukly desperately miss every part of you. haha. like how you became so irritated when i disturb you playing the piano or reading books. like how your face turned blue when i forced you to see the Dark Knight with me. Hope to see you soon.

Sometimes, I think its nice to have a elder sister. someone who you can take all the SPM tips from. someone you can put all the blame on (because you are younger). someone you can get all the story books from. someone you can get help for your application essays. =) you can even go visit her if she’s at overseas (like what i did) and see for yourself how RCSI is so stupidly small *oops, don't mean that*. you can even show off her to your friends:”hei my sis is so damn cool, she..bla bla bla…surgeon..bla bla bla” haha, hope to do that in the future. you can even come back home listen to mum talk about her, everything, form toes to head. you can do everything without the need to worry about feelings. cuz she is your sister. they say, when you stab someone in your family, you stab yourself. =)

Hei I miss her greatly. And I'm looking forward to trips and funs.

happy 22 birthday? if u are 22, u have live through a huge part of you. 22. nice number. i cant imagine what i am by then. come back fast fast a. I got maps and itinerary downloaded both in my phone and laptop. come get it.

Love,
Chun Ynh.

31st December 2009. Happy new year. I cant imagine how your friend “perli” your young age. =P

Signed Sealed Delivered.

Sometimes, as you walk along the journey of life, you tend to neglect amazing stuff you came across;
Then all of a sudden, you found that things weren't right;
Enough of being fooled around, you turned back;
Finally, you found what you have done wrong
And regretted it.
Normally, you would smack yourself; but
Is that what you do to
Erased stuffs?

You can sit down and ponder,
Or choose to continue banging your head, trying your
Utmost to alleviate the pain inside.

Rationally
Or irrationally, you
Could experience a feeling of satisfaction through self blaming.
Knowing you can't afford to stay there any longer, you stop the blame game; striving along, you found the
Zenith of your life.
*** *** ***
as I signed sealed and delivered, yet another parcel found its way back to my doorstep:
Signed on a Saturday
Sealed under the rain
Delivered? 26 December 2009.

Life is like a roller coaster.

Let me see what will happen on Wednesday. =) who knows i score myself a 1K per month allowance? *dream on*

Admission essays

“Under the sun, I harboured hopes and dreams which sometimes seemed impossible. Faith was what I held on to, like rays from the sunsets which were weak but promising. I wished to complete the Boston 16 miles marathon, and visit the Pisa tower before it crumbles down. In life, everything happened for a reason. Something even changed my life forever. The path might get rough and it was never easy, but holding on knowing that it would be worth it, I survived military school, found life behind the death of a good friend and still managed to stay grateful. The last ray from the sunset was like the fragile hope that I held on tightly when things were harsh. I listened to my heart, and chose the path which pulled me out from the comfort zone of my parents. I was glad that it made me a better person.”

quoted from a part of admission essay #101. =)
I need someone who can proofread my essays. Mind helping? oh the magic word, pleaseee…………………

my 2009 hostel life.

Sometimes, hostel life can get out of control. Especially when all the major examinations are over. I was left with only admission essays and some university application forms to fill in. the rest, are basically enjoyments.

Lalala~

I love mines wonderland. Addicted to it. I love the cheap and good Delifrance. and an occasionally Starbucks’s.
I love the Mac store. although i really couldn’t afford it. right now.
And most of all, the ATM machines. which supply almost unlimited sum of money. =P

my room is getting better and better. and relatively smaller and smaller. there’re darts to play with. if u need to kill someone, but cant do it, just pin his/her picture on the red bulleyes, and shoot! believe me, it alleviates ur pain and anger.
and plastic ball, if ever i need an indoor soccer match. with chairs as the goal post.
300degree induction cooker too. maggi goreng double ayam tambah hotdog nugget & telur mata? not a single problem.

and a newly bought stereo. sonic gear evo3 pro. with a 3.5mm audio jack. which means, anyone can simply plug in their iPods and make my room a havoc. music never sounds so good.

what’s next? mini pool table? portable air conditional with internal compressor (internal? i dont know how it works)? projector? home cinema?

okay. my room is like a mini disco room now. just lack of the colourful disco lighting. i never enjoy hostel so much. never in my life. 4 hostels. this is the best.
not forgetting the midnight tomyam. and the crispy roti canai. slurp it down with a cup of RM1 teh tarik. won-der-ful.

ahh, time for my second dinner. ^^

Happy Birthday Mom

MOM, happy birthday. although it is kinda late, but this is the time where i can finally sit down in front of my laptop and blog something down.

happy. birthday. 01.11.2009. nice date. just wanna tell u that u are the best best bestest mom. my mom, she the one that never plan the wrong thing. she is always right.

she scream and shout at me at all time. but only lasted for awhile. my mom, she is not so into jewellery (maybe a few), but into gadgets and clothes. my mom know how to make a streamyx works. she loves LCD. she is not the type who wear fancy fancy dress. she wears Nike. she adores Fila. and she loves to go to Al-Ikhsan. and she loves shoes too. sport shoes.

mom, thanks for “rushing up and down, rushing here and there” for me. without u, i wouldn't have gone to so many colleges and schools. i think that is what makes me different from others.

thanks for feeding me with tons of books. investment. that’s what u called it.

and i learned not be stingy from u. spend spend spend! sometimes, u dont realise that u are rich. but when u spend, u realised that u actually can afford tons of things. so eventually, u are rich.

and she loves to go around the world.

i love u mom. and happy birthday.

My Sunday.

Sleep through the day.
Kwan’s for lunch. Meet up with that pinky boy. Still cool. as usual.

2 McD ice creams and a plate of KL Sentral’s Char Keow Teow for dinner. Try the keow teow near the monorail. it looks kinda beaten up, but i don't mind. i love the food.

1 practice test. nearly hit a perfect score. damn

Jogged 1 round around Uniten. Daydreaming ( or night?) in front of the big blue mosque. I love the mosque. especially with it’s sparkling reflection on the pond. amazing.

a bowl of hot tomyam for super late night supper. slurp. ahhh.

maybe another practice test. i don't know.
and maybe sleep through the day. *i hate Monday.


I feel alive.