Overestimation

Facebook

Ok, I thought I knew this good friend of mine well. Perhaps, I was wrong. Here goes the story. He logged into his facebook account with my laptop. He left for school without logging out soon after. So, I posted some silly stuffs with his facebook profile. Subsequently, he got so pissed off. Alright, I was wrong. I used to have a bunch of friends who did this sort of stuff to each other. But the same joke can't really gel well with everyone. Typically to this good friend of mine. No doubt, this good friend of mine didn't really sit well with the silly jokes. Invading his privacy was his point. Well, he was right. Maybe being childish at the age of 22 makes people feels sick though. I overestimated his tolerance over jokes and silly acts. I shall be more cautious than ever in the future. Some people really have no tolerance over silly acts involving image rights. Lesson to learn here, different people, different social circle, different set of communication protocols. Anyway, I still love him. After all, we saved each other's asses from death in Sungai Pahang some time ago.

Conclusion, I was wrong, my bad.

Nilco Syrup

The "Fall Asleep" Drug

Lately,

Health has never been good.

It's week 6 of school now,

and I haven't really enjoyed a good game of football.

The body's rusty.

Medicines and rests may be the alternative solutions,

but for how long this deterioration would last?

These drugs,

I love them so much.

They make me feel high,

feel numb,

feel sleepy.

The cost?

I'm so vulnerable to these negative repercussions.

They're the catalyst of my jiwang stature now ...

The onus of responsibility lies in me.

Very often,

I misuse Nilco syrup,

as a method to fall asleep.

Under various circumstances,

I'm deprived of my good night's sleep,

for a consecutive run of 6 week .....

I want my life back ...

Total Failure

Failure

I'm tired and exhausted. It has been six months since I received my pocket money from my parents. When I asked, they refrained. I attempted the same question multiple times, but to no avail. In every sense as a student, I shall be provided the money. That's my right. I didn't mind for the fact that I wasn't paid for the first 5 months as I was doing my industrial training, generating sufficient money to pay for my rents, school fees, and pocket money. Surprisingly, I contributed the family a few thousand bucks as well. So, now I'm on my course for the final days in month six, and I was told that financially, they're not able to provide me the money for food. This is bad .real bad.

At times, I'm selfish. My dad is a bankrupt, my mum is the sole-breadwinner of my family. I felt sorry, but I felt worse for myself. I didn't have a choice. I didn't ask to be born into this family. Perhaps, I did something awfully wrong in my past life. Or else, I don't deserve this. Knowing the fact that the current predicament of my family has been a long drawn affair for years, I chose not to understand their difficulties occasionally. I love my family, and I know they love me as well. But the love is often obstructed by money matter, causing inferno and catastrophe in the house from time to time. The love is there, but I just can't feel it anymore.

From the common point of view of the society, I may be deemed as the wrong party, being ignorant and stubborn. A grown up boy who doesn't understand life, what's the worth of me living in this world? From my point of view, the family is a total failure, spiritually and financially  For the first time, I feel so unsecured. I worked as a contract staff in a bank for five month, but they assumed five years. Worst of all, they expect me to have saved sufficient bucks to start school. Mistakenly, they perceived me for overspending on unnecessary luxuries in life. But even so, wasn't I entitled to do so in order to compensate myself after a lengthy spell in the bank? They should count themselves lucky as I lightened up their burden by not asking money from them. But think of it, I'm only a student who works contract and give his parents the money he earns every month. So how on Earth is he going to have the quids to start school? This makes feel so tired to shoulder the burden of their dependency on me.

They might have did their best, but their best was just not good enough. I did my best, but my best was just not good enough either. I understand, but I choose not to understand. The same goes to them as well. My advice is, please make sure you have the money before you get married and have children. Your child doesn't deserve this, he/she doesn't have a choice, but you DO. Most importantly, you must be financially healthy and maintaining it for the rest of your life is a mandatory requirement. I have my rights as a student. I will do everything possible within my capability to resolve this in the very near future.

But for now, there's only a phrase to describe my family - Total Failure.

Smile

Wonder Smile

In a gloomy afternoon,

I sat myself in a kopitiam.

From a distance,

I saw an angel,

she smiled at me ....

and she was with another man.

Most of all,

she's beautiful ...

She caught my eyes,

her smile was sweet.

I only dared to have a glimpse at her,

and I braved myself for the next 5 minutes.

My balls were cold.

Adrenaline level was all time high.

Never ever before,

I felt so appreciated,

appreciated with a simple smile.

As far as I'm concerned,

I'm passive and pessimistic.

Low self esteem, low confidence in myself.

She triggered the switch in me,

and sparked me up.

The moment lasted for a few minutes,

and I don't think I'll see her again.

I'm glad to have shared the moment with her,

moments which may have last for some time.

No one has ever take an initiative to smile at me,

as for a dumb boy like me, I tried multiple times but to no avail.

Perhaps women of my age are filled with egoism,

you can only expect a first smile from them,

given that you're rich or handsome.

This time around,

I really felt appreciated as a human.

Such wonder a simple smile can do to us,

what it can do to me ...

A smile,

totally magic !

Internship

Team

Time flies. My industrial training will come to an end in a month's time. No doubt, I've learnt quite a number of lessons in my workplace. Apparently, I was summoned by my boss for a short meeting. Guess what, it turned out to be weakness pin-pointing session. He was smart by starting out with my strengths, but later lambasted my weaknesses in a terribly nice and wise way. The nouns and verbs he used were absolutely metophor.

The meeting lasted for about half an hour, of which the conversation was dominated by him. I was quite disappointed with the feedback as I was branded "the solo player", I don't play as a team, I play for myself, I work for myself. In other words, I work for myself instead of working and benefiting the organization as a whole. I put too much importance to only myself. I was such a bastard. My performance was top notch, but I sacrificed others.

I'm an avid football fan, a footballer for a club in my university, and of course, I have a football mentality. I applied the value which I've managed to harvest from the football field to school activities, but it was a shame that I didn't really manage to do that quite well in a working environment. Perhaps, there are too much at stake.

A lesson to learn, do not do things for your own benefit. Benefit the stakeholders as a whole, because everyone has a stake in a team. Star players don't win us game, only teams do.

My First Date

JUNE 21st, 1.30am - That was my first day, on a a date with my dream supercar, and guess what? Unbelievably, in a Ferrari F430 Spyder! Fortunately, a friend of mine managed to borrow the prancing horse from his brother and gave my friends and I a very exciting experience. I was amused with the beauty of the particular Italian breed. The speed and sound of that V8 engine behind me is totally astonishing. The ride was totally 99.999% roller coaster. Travelling at a speed in excess of 200km/h with the top down was another crazy moment. A mesmerizing performance coupled with a stylish look really drives me insane. By just gazing at it, I fell in love more and more than ever before.

Well, I hope one day, I can own this Prancing Horse as well. Every sweat and effort is worth it if it's what it takes to own the Italian supercar. I can't say it's an every man's dream. But for me between woman and machine, I'll take that latter. It's ok to envy and If only I have one to play with. Resolution for this 20 years to come, a Rosso Corsa Scuderia definitely.

Responsibilities

For the first time, I screwed up my presentation in school. I didn't prepare well due to a severe fever which have lasted for 5 days. At first, I thought I could still give it a shot since I'm only given 5 minutes to talk. But as soon as I step onto the stage, I realised I brought the unedited slides. At that moment, I was forced to go on with the slides of wrong information. After a while, I lost the plot totally. My voice was soft. I didn't know what I was mumbling on the stage. I was numb. Eventually, I passed out. My group mates trusted me the most as I've done plenty of presentation of minimal flaws. It was my bad though as I never really gave my 100% in everything ... They might have forgiven me, but I just can't forgive myself for that donkey show. Neither I blamed my haywire health condition nor explained to anyone as there were signs of carelessness and clumsiness in within.

I've certainly forgotten what commitments and responsibilities are all about. This is the first time, but it'll be my last time. I will return stronger and vow not to disappoint people who believe in me again. And if I do, I'll suicide, I mean it. There must be no more room for error like this anymore, I swear !

Now, I finally understand, with great power, comes with great responsibility.

Tiger Woo Hoo

ROOAARRR !!!

Tiger Woo Hoo? Not really. Drought season, scorching sun, hot weather, rising temperature and water shortages; this is the worst ever Chinese New Year I've endured. In other words, Tahun Baru Cina Yang Terlampau Bodoh dan Bosan Lagi PANAS. Certainly, 2010 is not my year. I'm a realistic guy, even the sum of my angpao shrunk ! To add insult to injury, I lost a few quids to the Genting casino as well. Indeed, I lost because I was optimistic, and of course, egoism. Regrettably, the Genting trip cost me a Tissot, and it started off with a RM100 jockey parking fee due to parking shortage. So if you want success in life, being hopeful and optimistic are not the way. No doubt, my rampant libido did me no good and I suffered quite a heavy blow from it. In a poker game, one must be selective and aggressive as well as realistic. One must not hope, as we can only hope to kill the hopeful ones. Be it a game of cards or your daily undertakings, don't ever hope. Realistic is the word. Therefore, be realistic. Year 2010 is the year of tiger. Hence, be careful and don't get bitten by it. Last but not least, Happy Chinese New Year ~ ROOARRR !

LONGHORNS --- ! ! !

LONGHORNS --- !!! ROARRR ~ !

Bonjour ~ ! It's been a month since the blog was updated, so here are some latest update. Apparently, I went to Taman Negara with my friends, knowing nothing about the adventure which lies ahead. But indeed, the trip turned out to be adventurous. This is due to the fact that I was nearly washed away along with my buddies by the sudden strong river stream. It doesn't sound cool here.... but the whole process was utterly exciting. It was a moment between life and death, and it was a moment where I know that our friendships were tested to the boundaries. Yet, we never cared for our lives and saved each other asses. Precisely, there were only 4 of us, and I'm grateful that I didn't die miserably in that river. Thank God, no one in this world would want to die by being flushed away by a river, isn't it ? In a fraction of a second, we spotted a gigantic rock. We held each other and swam desperately towards it. Fortunately though, we made it through unscathed. In this kind of decisive moment, only real friends will lend each other a helping hand, and it's the most valuable experience to date in my life. From then on, I believe that true friends, in no matter how the circumstances are, will never ever leave us behind. Believe me, it's damn damnnn true.

So, the trip above covers some of the first half of my holiday. I will be attending the Akon concert tomorrow. So let's hope that it's going to be a thrilling one. To my weirdo buddies who were there in Taman Negara, all hail the LONGHORNSSSSS ~ !!! It was a sweet victory against the forces of Mother Nature, wooo hooo !!!

Where's My Love ?

KFC a.k.a Kentucky Fried Chicken is one of the famous brands I admire the most out there. I'm a life long fan of KFC, but I can only achieve that if I do something about it before it's too late. I used to love KFC, and I still love so. There aren't any real substitutes out there which can compete with KFC. Today, I went to one of the KFC outlets in Malacca for dinner. Out of a sudden, I discovered that the graph of my appetite and love towards the meal plunged down to the bottom of my heart. What has happened? I loved KFC, didn't I?

YUCK ! I felt that the meal was so disgusted as if I was chewing a pile of garbage. Nothing went wrong with the taste, but something went wrong with my mind. My tougue got quite picky nowadays. I'm sorry, Colonel Sanders.... I'm really sorry for turning my back at you out of no reason. In order to preserve my love for KFC, I guess that setting up a monthly or yearly quota should be the best solution. For now, I'll just have to settle with McDonald's Chicken McDeluxe.

Where's the love? Where's MY love ???

My apologise, Colonel Sanders.

Beat It !

Sorry to disappoint everyone in the first place, this post has nothing to do with the late Michael Jackson's Beat It. I'm really really sorry =) Now, let's go back to the main agenda.

For the past 2 weeks, life has been bizarre and roller-coaster like. Uhm, I'm not sure if bizarre is the right word, but things has never been normal. Everything can be summarised into one word.

BUSY !

Apparently, I've been drilling and training my football as hard as ever. In return, my team won a football tournament held in my university. The gold medal which I've been craving for 2 years in university has finally arrived ! You know what, it's tougher to win in university than high school. As far as I can remember, I was able bag an amount of 3 to 5 medals from my high school's annual sports day. Arrggh, although my play was suck, I was joyful and relieved that the team had won. My adrenaline was pumped to the limit and every match was dramatic to the extent that I can't even bear to miss one participating moment. Well, I hope that I will be good enough to be in the team next year. Retaining the crown is the top priority. Hopefully, that piece of momento will not be my first and final silverware. Furthermore, I have only one more year to go in university, thus I want to win more !

Switching the scene from the field to lecture hall, I guess I've done well academically too. Surprisingly, I got some unexpected results from my class presentation and mid term examination. The real obstacle was spending only 3 hours in my sleep for the past 2 days due to the complex nature of the presentation and an ostentatious demand from the lecturer. Ridiculous huh? Worse still, more than 10 hours were spent in recording a video clip. Everything was so last minute. Making a video clip is already hyper hard and time consuming, let alone the Transformers film. I wonder how those guys in Hollywood did it, everything was so complicated. At the end of the day, my fellow group mates and I were grateful as the whole thing turned out to be splendid. We really did some marvelous jobs out there.

Up next, there will be a quiz and a midterm exam tomorrow. Then, there are still tasks as high as the Himalaya mountains due for the remaining few weeks of my semester. If I survive these final waves of obstacles, I'll declare an official victory in my war against stress ! Balancing academic studies and outdoor activities is never an easy task. I've never been this busy before, but I'll beat everything which comes under my way.

More glories will come and follow,
I'll enjoy and savor this stressful moment to the fullest,
I won't be defeated.

I'm gonna be tough and I'll do what I can. I'll just beat it ~ !
Beat It ~ !

Goodbye Maggi

Favourite no more !

Mee Maggi, Cepat Dimasak, Sedap Dimakan. But from today onwards, I swear to hate Maggi Mee forever. For your information, the price of Maggi Mee has skyrocketed by more than 50% of its original value since year 2006. At RM4.75, equivalent to 95sens a packet (RM4.75/5), one can get him/herself a nasi lemak. Don't expect a standard size or half a standard size egg offered in it as a package, because it's only 95sens ! At the very least, there's an egg and some nuts. Therefore, Maggi, at Rm4.75, is not worth the buy anymore.

I used to love Maggi Mee when I was doing my university first year until the extent of one packet per day. Ok, a packet a day is normal among poor students like me.

THEN, it's August now and it's a midterm holiday. Shops are usually close during school breaks. Thus, my only options available are to walk some 800 metres to find food OR, Maggi Mee. At first, I thought I can do fine with Maggi every meal. Subsequently, I started to grew mad because even double packets of Maggi weren't able to satisfy my hunger ! At the next moment, I was considering triple, quadruple or QUINTUPLE packets of Maggi. But on second thought, if I consume the quintuple amount, I would've been able to compensate myself a better meal at the rate of RM4.75.

Maggi Mee is gross, rubbish and unhealthy. I wondered why I loved the Maggi brand so much.... I'll never consume maggi mee again after graduation, NEVER EVER. I guess money and the 800 metre distance are the biggest factor playing around here. Anyway, I should thank my housemate because he's the one who convened the whole Maggi-mania thingy. I hope he can understand 1 thing from Maggi. Saving money is important, but not to the detriment of health and hunger. These are self-imposed starvation acts. The most important thing is, these kind of acts are sins. If his mom knows that he's eating Maggi every meal, I can bet with my head that she'll throw tantrums and ambers at him.

Oh, by the way, the price is RM4.75 now. Why save the money for Maggi? Come on people, let's boycott Maggi starting from TODAY. No one shall suffer from the marketing strategy of Maggi anymore ! Hence, buy yourself a nasi lemak instead of Maggi Mee.

Goodbye, Mee Maggi, I Don't Love You anymore ~ Sayonara ~

But right now, I guess Maggi Mee is the better option. Sigh..... T.T

YUCK !

Nothing But A Good Night's Sleep

Today marks the beginning of my trimester week no.4. Up until now, I guess I've been doing nothing. Day until night, I daydream in the lecture hall, mourn the passing of MJ, loiter, eat a lot and experience difficulties in sleeping.

Ok, majority of the problems I mentioned above do not concern me that much. BUT, sleep disorders are the REAL obstacles to get rid of. Here are the scenarios:

A friend of mine suffers from allergy when he consumes chickens. Thus, he convened an argument with me. He said he has too many things to handle with too little disposable energy in his body. Furthermore, he ridiculed me by claiming Insomnia is nothing compared to his problems. Well, from my point of view, it's totally nonsense, ridiculous and ostentatious. At the very least, he falls asleep easily. Thus, the "regenerate and rejuvenate" process are merely issues to him. My suggestions are, he can either opt to consume pork, mutton or beef. If he is willing to drop his money-saving obsession and self-imposed starvation activities, he can eventually get sufficient nutrients to keep his day going. If not, he will need to take some naps by not forcing himself into the toll-taking tasks or suffer from the opportunity cost for not consuming enough food. Uhm, don't get me wrong, I have evidence. For instance, he ordered 2 roti canai as his dinner ! Money matter ?? Uhm, I guess so.

Then, here comes my part. I've been suffering from Insomnia since my years in high school. The problem just got more severe when time went by. I went to bed at 12am and fell asleep about 5 hours later. I did nothing within that time. I felt so restless and tired. Yet, I can't sleep nor do anything useful. The next day, I either overslept or daydream in the lecture hall. Damn, all I wanted is a good 8 hours sleep for a better tomorrow.

Oh yeah, one more further claim from my weirdo friend:
"Normal people sleeps at 10pm, ok?"

The statement above which isn't backed by evidence is just a self-claimed theory. From what I see, the majority of the labour force work at least until 10pm. It ranges from pasar malam to mamak stalls. Even shopping centres in the hub of Kuala Lumpur such as KLCC shuts down at 11pm. To proof my evidence further, a recent study from the world football governing body FIFA indicates that the sport accounts for 71% of interest in Europe and 65% in Asia alone. Plus, Malaysia is 8 hours ahead of the major leagues in Europe. Thus, every live telecast will mostly end at 12am. Not to mention the midnight Champions League schedule.

I'm not forcing him to retract his statements by writing this column because everyone has their own opinions. My priority of writing this is, to tell him being a herbivor suffers less than a zombie. Back to the main argument. His problems are easy to solve, take some naps, eat more or consume other form of meats.

What about mine then? Medical prescriptions? Drugs?? In the end, I'll die like the way Heath Ledger or Michael Jackson did by taking Demerol or Deprivan???

Give me some pointers.
Nothing but a good night's sleep, but not all of us have this luxury.

Banana

As an introduction, I want to define the word, 'banana'. In general, banana is a fruit. Indeed, everyone knows the meaning. Nowadays, the word 'banana' is a jargon among the Chinese society. A Chinese who can speak Mandarin language but isn't able to translate the language into wordings on a paper is being regarded as a banana.

So, me myself as a banana attended my first Mandarin lesson in my university today. Basically, students who have a foundation in the language are prohibited from registering the subject. But since I can't even write my own name properly in Mandarin words, I'm eager to learn and put things right. I don't want to be a laughing stock forever.

Things got more interesting when I entered the class. At the moment I opened the door, I found myself in an awkward situation. Everyone was looking at me with their curious, strange and suspicious looking eyes from the moment I entered the class until I found my seat. Moreover, I'm the only Chinese in class. I felt like an alien from Mars landing on Earth. As the class went on, I established myself as a 'pirated' foreigner who knows nothing about Mandarin. Hence, now I know why Hollywood actors have their massive paydays. Acting is hard, and there is no take two. The same thing applies in my class too, there's no room for mistakes. This is not a movie shooting, this is real....

Though I know it's wrong to register for a Mandarin class as a Chinese, I never meant to score an A cheaply in a language which I can speak well to enhance my CGPA. I hope that God will give me a chance to learn the writings. I just want to write my name in Mandarin after all.

Anyway, it's time to sleep. I'll post more updates regarding the Mandarin class in the near future. Wish me luck, Adios ~ !