Upcoming Fest in Campus, not sure what festival, but ....hey it's a fest!

Hmm....I can't really say it's a relief that I share the same shame of not being able to converse properly, so I'll settle for I feel sorry for the both of you as well.
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As usual, I'll start by saying stuff that have got nothing to do with the title.

Just last week, my campus held a Sports Day. Remember my blog about it last year? In case you don't, well, we had a guy who dress up as HG (Hard Gay) with real tight leather shorts and matching leather jacket. I really enjoyed that gig.....but sadly, there are guys and especially girls students who do not approve of such tight leather shorts and leather jacket. Apparently, they hated that image so much that this year, we have a naked skinny guy wrapped only with loincloth(sumo style). Although his rib bones were protruding and his butt was shamelessly expose to everything living, he was loved by all students. He umm......was getting a tough time trying to get the President of campus to smile, so he said ...no, shouted that he was very excited for Sports Day and that he is having a super erection!! At last, the president smiled....good job dude!!

And now for the upcoming fest in my campus.

At the fest, all classes and clubs will set up their own stalls selling various stuff from food to cute keychains. And as for advertisement, we are given signboards on which we can draw any stuff we want.... anything. Well, as for "International Club" we are selling our country's local food, so our board was a picture of two chef sitting in a wok. Boring? Yes, I think its boring too and same goes for the rest.
However, my classmates managed to "think out of the box" and apparently "think out of the clothes". You see, they drew a naked guy and a naked girl whose hands are touching each other's crotch!!!! They plan to cut holes at the face so that you can..you know, put your face through and have your picture taken.
Here it is...



Cool huh? I just can't wait to see all my lects faces when they see this!!

Embarassment on an international level....

OH.....conditioner. Now that just answered all my bullshit doubts I made up in my free time. Thanks Jun....you saved me from wasting many more hours. Anyway, I changed my phone for a total 10187 yen.....which is RM 314 and 54 sen. Hmm....was that the price of a Nokia 2100? Haha....well, if you folks in Malaysia starting to feel jealous, check out that website once more so that you go all out when it comes to cursing me.

Btw, my hair cut + wash cost me 2850 yen.
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Now that I've solved my riddled concerning that hair-do trip, I finally have free time to blog again. Thanks again Jun.

Until last week, I was confident about my level of comunication for Chinese. Was confident that I could participate in simple conversation that doesn't involve politics or Chinese pop-stars without any hic-cups or whatsoever. In fact I'm actually proud of being able to speak the language despite not attending any Chinese classes. But.....man, did I forget that I have been in Japan for a year and half already.

You see, last week.....my college held a programming contest. We have had many participants including University students from Vietnam, Mongolia ......and China, to be exact, Dalian. And the juicy part was that....they had a girl in the group. So, being the one who's able to at least count to ten with Chinese(The rest was Jap fellas), I approached the group. Well, my junior was with me also at that time, I was planning to lure him to engage with the guys so that i could have the girl all for myself, so it was no problem.
Anyway, right after we exchanged the first 'Ni Hao'.....reality hit me. It hit me sooo hard that I almost buckled from the impact and throw up yesterday's breakfast. I ......I realised that I can't speak Chinese anymore.....I have been in Japan for too long.

To be precise, it all happened in a slow motion. Yeah! Just like The Matrix.... but without bullets and no one's flying. No, really! It was like, they asked me a question.....and then time just froze. Everything around me just stopped moving and I realised I was struggling in limbo to understand what that guy just said....and had to take more time to think of a reply. "Aww shit! I knew that word.....what was it now? Aww damn!" .... and without warning, time rushed back and everything started moving again. And I haven't thought of anything for a reply. Man.....the whole thing was a damn shame. Not to mention the awkwardness both party felt from my terrible linguistic skill.

Okay...okay.....that was a bit crappy. I mean what the hell was that?!! There was no Matrix senario!!! Anyway, here's a more realistic version......my surroundings didn't freeze-time, it was only me who stopped moving. They said something and I froze like a mannequin. Well, I had to stop to think of a reply, right?!! Sigh....my junior who was suppose to be my decoy turn out to be doing surprisingly well as he is very fluent with Cantonese, and one of em' spoke it. See? I couldn't even share my embarassment with him.

Well, apparently that's NOT the only shit that I screwed up.....you see, despite of my shortcomings, I still dared to approach the girl. Guess what? I offered to bring her a cup of APPLE juice and gave her GRAPE juice instead. SIGHHHHhhhhhhhh........never in my life had I wanted to hide in a hole .... or cover my tomato-red blushing face with a paper bag. So, looking at her confused face drinking grape instead of apple, I politely made a lame ass excuse and pulled away. Probably pulled away too late for the damage have been done.

Oh my, I really should do something about not embarassing myself. So.....that was my weekend. How was yours?

Living in a New World

Say uhh.....J.C, can i crash again at your place? I know I've been going to your place awfully often but it's NOT that I "like" you.....it's that Nasi Lemak that that i like. And it's quickly overpowering all of my excuses for not going to your place. MayC, sorry...not going to your place. No hard feelings, eh? It's just that Nasi Lemak have that much more charm compared to bubur cha cha.

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You know, I've just realised recently how much I loved old movies and old songs.....no, not the Beetles, not that old! I meant songs from Blink 182 and movies like Die Hard 1, 2, 3. As a guy who's living in a world of high tech gizmos and girls with little if no regard for their own asses (them MSFCs ), I shouldn't be doing all that! I should be embracing the future! I should be living in the new world!!

So, I thought.....what better way to participate in the New World than to actually create something new?? In so doing, I participated in a Patent Contest....the one where you create or design something, then register it to get it patented or copyrighted. And that's what I've been up to the past 2 weeks.
My idea was a kind of cup that won't spill even if the surroundings shake. I uhh....actually got the idea after my cup of coffee stain my good pair of pants during a terrible turbulence on my flight from Malaysia to Japan.....lousy normal cups. I can't tell you anymore about my cup cause' you'll have to pay if you want to know about it. Yup, that's right, you gotta PAY to use my cup...huargh hahaha.....unless if the China market copycat my cup like they copycat evrything else..well, you get the general idea.

So....what else is new??

A new haircut!! Yea baby....I got myself a new hairdo. Quite a weird experience though. You see, I went straight after my class so i requested a shampoo wash. It's the first time in my life getting shampooed by hands other than mine so I may not know how it should really work....maybe its normal but, it is normal for them to cover your face with a paper towel while they wash your hair? I mean, am I THAT hideous looking till they have to cover my face while they shampoo or else they'll vomit and die after staring at me for too long? And do they also have to shampoo my head twice? TWICE! In my whole life I've never had lice on my head nor dandruff (thanks to my pet monkey who eats it for breakfast...). So why do they need to shampoo me twice?!!
Anyway, the haircut was a pretty decent job so I guess its ok......but I could have sworn they debated over whether they should cover my face with an ultraman mask or risk breaking the mirror. And they have got the guts to ask me if the water is too hot...or if my neck feels stiff from the wash...or if my ear hurts or if my back hurts...I don't look that old and handicapped, do I?

By the way, what i really meant was that they did a really good job at that salon. Just in case you don't know what I meant there.

And oh, before you close this page, please check out this handphone site.

I um...got myself a new handphone! An astonishing 16 mm with a 1280x960 pixel cam. On that page click on the "Photo Catalog to see more. Envy me all you want but Please...please don't get the same model. Allow me to be the only one to show off in our next gathering.

Peace out.

Back to school...

Umm......no, my scholarship didn't kena potong. I settled it with the previous Pengarah already. Thanks for your concern anyway. Hmm....considering that you are actually concern about my well being, I should've faked it!! Could've leeched some money off your sympathy....damn....

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Sigh...Summer hols is over.

I can't believe it....I mean, my brains could accept that fact but my stomach just can't swallow the bitter truth. Ya know, I actually called out to my mom the morning I woke up in Japan and when I realised she's not around....I...I actually cried. I cried with real tears flowing down my stubby cheeks. I was never the crying type or homesick or Mommy's boy.......but I cried. It's just so depressing and sad ..... when I realised that mommy wasn't around to buy me nasi lemak for breakfast. Can you imagine that?? NO NASI LEMAK!! How the hell am I suppose to survive the day without eating nasi lemak for breakfast?? And that's not it....NO ROTI CANAI too!!

Sigh....okay, enough about that....just typing bout' it made me feel worse. Let's talk about something else...

And so I'm back in Japan....the land where the women tend to think that if they don't expose their legs to sunshine, they will develop cancer and die a horrific death(I meant MSFC members ...mini skirts fan club). I uhh.....caught myself ogling at legs once more. I dropped that habit about a year ago...but then...I've been back to Malaysia for about a month right?? hehe...sorry. Well, part of the reason I ogle is because I don't want them MSFCs to feel bad being ignored. They sacrifice money and body heat(it's cold here) so much that i actually feel bad for them if no one stared, so, I took on the honorable job of admiring them.

Okay....now that I've had your attention, guys for liking girl legs, girls for hating me for liking girls legs, I'll start with my main stuff.

School started on Monday. As a norm, we had an assembly to listen to "Welcome back to school" speeches by Mr. Principal, Mr. Principal's Ass, a few teachers and the President of the Student's council. I thought the whole welcome thingie was gonna bore my brains out......until Darth Vader showed up. No kidding, it really was Darth Vader himself in that black suit with that black helmet and that red light saber!!! Ya know, Vader and I are pretty much similar in mentallity wise....he complained bored and slashed the president off the staged!! Gawd, I was so glad he decided to end that boring shit they call speech. But as grateful as I was for him taking over, I soon started cursing him as well....you see, his sense of humour was as bad as his body odour(I don't think he can take a shower in that crash helmet of his) . He was so bad at it, he could kill Luke Skywalker by telling him jokes....no need for fanciful light saber show. But I guess having a ill-humoured Darth Vader is so much better than nothing.

And it's back to classroom.....after a short session of homeroom(just in case, it means a session when a teacher telling us non-studies stuff) , I gave out "souvenirs" from Malaysia. Advice for students studying abroad, do not...I repeat DO NOT give them muruku as a souvenir. I got a whole classful of stares and curses after passing out them murukus......man, I have never been so successful at getting hated before!!! Hahaha....
Well, I exagerated a lil' there. I didn't exactly get stares and curses....I got comments, Japanese style...
"Wow, I've never eaten this before! Taste.....different. Oh, no thank you I don't want anymore"
"This taste....I don't know how to describe it. What's it called? Really? WOWwww.....mu-ru-ku....chew chew chew chew chew chew chewX16"
"Hmm, know what? I might find this delicious, AND I actually might like it .... if I get used to the taste."

and some other ... can't remember.

So, as for conclusion, don't give out murukus....they are strictly a no-no. Worse still are durian sweets. Poor J.C got accused of trying to food-poison his entire class with "serious case expired sweets" so that his class can get a holiday. Hahaha....I won't be surprise if anyone try to run him down!!! Wait a minute....speaking of muruku, I should've given some to Darth! HAH!! Let's see him blurt out unfunny jokes after my malicious muruku!

The all so awesome Japanese...

Wow....it's really been three months since i last blogged?? I have been lazy for three months?? Only for three months?? Haha....just kidding. Anyway, gotta say i'm surprised that people still waste their internet time on my site (which hybernates during summer). Thanks fellas.....

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As I have said, I have been here and there breathing in air and mee goreng along with karipap and kuih koci. no, that wasn't crap....i mean what i said. You see, my eating speed have gone beyond "2 or 3 chews" ......beyond "don't bother chewing" and DEFINITELY beyond "Swallow first, ask question later". And since my vocabulary is pretty limited, inhaling seems to be the most appropriate word.

Anyway, what i was trying to say was...umm.......oh yeah, I was at a malay food stall the other day together with my old folks. As I was happily "inhaling" mee goreng, we met one of my dad's friend (a jap guy living in Malaysia) who was giving a tour guide to a bunch of Jap people. Sigh....why? why do they interrupt my feeding time with a barrage of bows??
Okay, imagine this.... A bunch of guys standing up and bowing to each other profusely while exchanging pleasantries in Japanese, in a malay GERAI!!! Bet none of you have ever seen the Mak Cik's facial reaction to this scenario. The mee goreng lady actually had to throw away her "hangus" mee and remake another plate of mee goreng (Yeah, she better quit staring and pay attention to her frying this time!)

Well, if that ain't hilarious enough, imagine what were their intentions of going there....
I'll give you a minute or so....
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Okay, here's what really happen. They went round the gerai looking at all the kuih, randomly pointing at them, and were commenting that they look cute (don't feel bad for the other kuih, they all got equal share of "Oh, look at this. this is soooo CUTE! Oh wait, that is even cuter!!"). After all that, they stood in line to take picture with Mak Cik. I must say, that Mak Cik was very talented with smiling the same smile for three different group of people.
After Mak Cik's brief moment of fame.....well, they bow some more (what else can you expect? They are Japanese) and left with smiles still glued to their faces. Just like that...."Say cheese, *snap* *flash*... keep that cheese, now say goodbye".

Amazingly NO ONE noticed that they didn't buy any food there until I commented.....my mum then added that Japanese tourists are so cute. That's right, CUTE!


PS: Should've brought along my vid cam....would've qualify for AXN's "World Most Amazing Videos"

Thousand of apologies......

So sorry for not blogging in for such a long time. I uhh....ummm.....you see, my mum she ...umm.......okay, okay,i'll cut the crap with lame excuses. I've been lazy and was also running out of ideas what to write in here so......so that's why you haven't seen any updates here till now.

Just so you know, there won't be another long hiatus cause', I've decided right just now at 4.30 pm to not procrastinate and not be lazy anymore......my credibility lies in the fact that I did not wait till new year to make new resolutions. So, um....will try to be less lazy. AND also will try to get rid of the tub of lard I'm still accumulating around my abs....last time i checked, it wobbles for as long as 6.57 seconds after poking it with a stick. Yup, just like a large plate of jelly......wobble wobble.....wobbles when i walk, wobbles when i run, wobbles more when i jump....

Well, what could i have done....not eat so much?? Malaysia's food is just too nice!! Been eating with vengeance ever since i touched down. I've been so successful in stuffing food into me that i gained 8 kilos in 6 days. Yup, just like every young girl's nightmare, it weighs the same on three different scales (my house, my friend's house and Renaissance Melaka's gym). How did I do it? Well, imagine this.....I made sure I wake up early everyday (though i slept late the night before) so that I wouldn't ....you know....wouldn't miss breakfast. I was thinking, that's one less nasi lemak i could have enjoyed before going back to Sushi-land. And that's something i can never forgive myself for.

So....mostly that's it. That's my summer holidays this time. Eating a lot and getting fat and getting people to notice I'm fat and also getting people to be creative and come up with some nice fat jokes. Yup, just like that.....no fancy trip like my trip to Korea last time. Was planning to go to Taiwan but had to plan my homecoming as my old man wasn't at the best of health. If pink means healthy, then my dad must be maroon red. Sigh, my dad is an old man now......having fun reminding him though, haha.....evil me.

However, can't really say i should have been to Taiwan......oh, what wonders a plate of mee goreng mamak could do to me. It could bring me back from the dead I tell you.

So....I guess this is it for this time. Wanted to blog longer but my dad just brought back cheese cake and I gotta eat it now. Will blog again soon......ciaoz for now.

Romeo's legacy....

First and foremost...thank you for your advices and tips and hints and opinions and everything else that falls into that category.

I know that i have been silent for quite a while now, so I'll just skip a long boring intro and get straight to the point. Mission failed, I'm calling it off. I'm just not lucky enough for it to happen.

Now, what really happen?

Remember the date I had? After that, I kinda try to keep the fire going on by sending e-mails but everytime I mail her, she busy doing something....experiment reports, club activities, so on and so for. And that comedy have been happening for the past two weeks. Me trying to keep contact while she's busy doing something everytime. Well, I can suppose give her credits for being polite since it's always "Oh sorry, now I'm busy with etc. etc...."

And as time goes by, fire is reduced to just glowing ember.....

Glowing ember....That's when I started to worry a bit and asked you guys for advice. I sincerely thank you for taking your time off to give me hints.....But alas, to no avail, right just now, at 10 p.m, the final spark sputtered and died. I sent her an email asking why is she so busy all the time and when exactly is she free, and instead of "Oh, sorry I'm busy....blah...blah".... it's "Yes. I'm busy. What is it??"

That's when I realize that what little chance I have is lost. Sigh......sorry guys, seems like I can't entertain you fellas any further with this romance fairy tale. I tried, but she's so busy all the time.....or so she says. I mean, it's impossible for someone to be busy ALL the time, right? It's not like she's a bee or an insect with wings.....hmm, she does have a sting though.

Call it cruel coincidence but ...... remember the girl I rejected last year? She and this 'busy' girl share the same family name, Satou. And if that is not interesting enough, Satou in Japanese can also mean 'sugar'.....but to me this 'sugar' taste bitter.

Sigh....well, that's the end of it. Now i'll have to crack my head and rig up another story to amuse myself. Anyway......

Hey!! A typhoon hit Okinawa!! Wow! What an interesting news, isn't it? Haha.....ha...hmm...still, nothing beats romance stories.........................

Cupid's arrow getting blunt......

Fellas, I am as shocked as you are when I saw that I have a comment from KKK. But rest assured, I'm no racist and neither is the commenter. Just a simple case of coincidence at it's best. But for those of you who knows who's KKK.....wow, what an irony!! Anyway, back to today's story.
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Okay....okay....this I need help from you fellas, ESPECIALLY girls to interpret what went on the last whole week and give me a little hint on what I should.....or most importantly shouldn't do.

What happen after the date was the expected exchange of SMS saying how much we enjoy the date and me asking if it's okay if I ask her out again and her saying it's ok with a smiley attached.

Now that was Friday....

I had stuff to busy myself so i didn't contact her on Saturday and Sunday.... but on Monday, I sent her a SMS asking if I could meet her for a while after class. Turned out that she have an assignment due the next day. So, I politely apologise for interrupting her assignment.

I didn't msg her on Tuesday cause' we have a club meeting on Wednesday. But....she didn't turn up that day. Why? Reason remain unknown for some other unknown reasons....Anyway, I did msg her just now. Msg was mainly saying hello, how are you and other small talks. Tried asking her out on Sunday but she said she's going back home this Sunday. Btw,I can't help but notice how she kept her replies short. Realising that, I bid her good night and "Happy going back...." kinda stuff.

So? Am I in trouble or am I thinking too much?

Right now, I can't help but feel like I'm drowning in regret that I should have forwarded all those "send to * number of people within 1 hour or suffer 10 years of loveless life...." chain letters.

The day Cupid shot his arrow and actually hit a target.

Fellas....good news! Well, not really for you fellas but good news for me. I finally found myself a date with a Japanese girl. Some of you may think that this is something not worth blogging about but please let me remind you that I am "the feared one" in campus. The one who will hit you just by looking at him in the eye.....

Okay..okay...let me lay out my story properly.

It all started last year when I just got here(Japan that is). Back in those days, I used to look forward to having meals in the cafeteria...you see, there's this quite cute girl (who doesn't act cute, plenty of girls acting cute and that's irritating) .....and the cafeteria happen to be my only chance where I get to see her. Sad to say but it was an awkward situation where she doesn't notice my existence and my Japanese at that time didn't give me too much confidence to actually approach her.

Anyway, I first got my chance of getting to know her last year when I joined the Tea Club (Yeah, I was desperate enough by boredom that I actually joined one....and I was aware that a guy joining a Tea Club makes him teasable) . My..my...guess who's there? The cute girl of course!! I didn't join the club because of her....pure coincidence...luck too.
So I got her name....but that's about it. Wouldn't even engage in a conversation I tried to start (I was after all...feared). And since i can't stand sitting with legs folded under (umm...a Japanese way of sitting on the floor, called seiza)...I quited the "Tea Club" and went back to being a normal rascal I am.

Months pass by.....nothing happen other than what you have already read in my blog.

I entered the 4th year...and new juniors came in. And sweet lord, holy crap, good gawd, I don't know if it's coincidence of just sheer good luck but that cute girl was assigned to be my juniors tutor. From there, I got a chance to get to know her better and also....to get her to actually speak to me

Okay....so during last week's International Club (It's some club where us foreign students get together with some other japanese and talk about stuff)...I asked her out for a date.

Dub..dub.....Dub...dub....DUB dub......conversation goes like this.

Me: So....you free this Friday??
Cute girl: Yea...why?
Me: How bout we go get some grub??
Cute girl: You mean.....the two of us?
Me: Yeah, don't plan on calling anyone else to join the party.....
Cute girl: *Face blushing* Err.....isn't merrier if we go in a bigger group? Don't you think??
Me: Yeah....I guess you're right....

And I left it that way....with her rejecting my offer for a date....sigh, how dissapointing....

But.....that ain't gonna be interesting if i just leave it like that right??

The very next day, I bought a cute piece of paper, not the ones that we write notes in but the ones with ridiculous shape and ridiculous background design with an even more ridiculous price tag. And I wrote the magic word.....

"I won't bite"

What?? don't believe me? THAT is the magic word.....I know it is cause she send me an e-mail asking when and where to meet!!

And uhh.....our date was great. Went to this restaurant......Had great food, chatted a great deal....managed to get her to get use to being with me (she was a lil' afraid of me before) and agreed to meet again next week. Oh yeah.....

As to not embarass myself too much "in case shit happens" think I'll stop now and will write more if the next one's a success....watch out, I might not be single for long...

D.I.Y Holiday

Whoa... that www.coinmanipulation.com really does express your level of stress and desperation. But sorry NCS, it just adds to my frustation and depression.... Might try it again next time when I'm a lil' bit older and when toy figurines don't interest me anymore.
And uhh May C.... I don't think I'm gonna blame my potato chips addiction to exam stress. Exams' over and I'm eating more than before!!!

Well, remember what I said about curing my potato chips with chocolates? Well, now I'm addicted to both!! My room stinks of chocolate and there's PC crumbs everywhere....God help me.

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Well, exams over...but there's no holiday. Solution?? Make my own holiday!!!

That's what i've been doing the pass whole week. I didn't exactly play truant and skipp lectures....I attend them, just that I don't pay attention and read my favourite book and comic instead. And after class, I retreat to my humble retreat (which stinks of chocs), tear open a bag of PC (which adds to the crumbs on the floor....where are the ants when I need them!!) and watch my favourite anime. Not really a holiday....but I'd like to think of it as so.

For books....I've been reading a book recommended by Clement, "The Life Of Pi" by "Yann Matel". It's a book about a young Indian boy (who practices Christianship, Islam, and Hindu.) who survived a shipwreck and got stranded on a small lifeboat with a tiger. Yeah, a boy and a tiger on a boat....sounds like Calvin and Hobbes on a fishing trip but not quite so....you see, the tiger here is a REAL tiger and doesn't speak english. Amazingly, the boy manage to survive 277 days not being eaten. How?? Well, I think I'll purposely leave that part out just to fire up your curiosity. Just in case you are still not curious enough, the author's choice of words qualifies him as a master Crapper.

Hmm....I guess it's just that. Nothing much other than routine classes and cooking my own meals. Life is soooo routinely boring that I'd actually celebrate if World War 3 broke out. Then I'd volunteer as a soldier and go dogde bullets and grenades, fighting a meaningless war.....all just to escape my current mundane life. I'm aware that my words here my anger beauty pageants who forever wishes for "world peace" but I'd seriously rather suffer their wrath than going through another day similar to today...and yesterday....and the day before that. Even "the Life of Pi" is starting to lose me....

Sigh.....I think I'm sooo seriously spriritually depress that I've lost all my passion for everything. I feel that I desperately need something to light up my life but I don't know what. one poor lost soul looking for a door in a maze.....
one poor blind dude looking for light on bright sunny day....
one heart screaming out in pain to the world unheard.....
one bored dude sitting behind his computer indifferent to everything....

Sigh...guess I'll get back to www.coinmanipulation.com . Sorry I dragged you guys with me on my path of misery....but this does relieve me by the tiniest bit. Remember the story about my senior who ran away?? Now I know why.....



PS: I've been reading my own blogs and I notice that i tend to write in incoherrence...tend to run away from topic. Is this a sign of me losing my mind?? Or am I thinking too much and instead I should lose my mind a little??

The Greatest Joy as a student....

Whoa...now that's umm...
"maybe in later years get a heart attack from all the accumulated cholesterol, a little hypertension with the excess salt, a blood clotting disorder from the treatment of the heart attack and hypertension, lose your hair from eating too much msg, get swollen ankles and have difficulty breathing because of oedema, uh...possibly get an embolism in your lung, stop breathing, and then say bye bye to planet earth. minor consequences"
That's troubling...guess i better stop eating. but what am I gonna do with that 4 jumbo pack of potato chips sitting on my shelf?

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I remember I used to say..the greatest joy as a student is the time after exams, before getting results. Sigh...little did I know such bliss is of non-existence in Japan. My exams finished last Friday...after a gruesome week of 17 papers. Yeah, 17 different subjects to abuse my brains with. I actually got a brain-cramp, same like leg cramp after running too much. Not a very pleasant experience. And guess what?? No holidays after.....They torture you for a week plus, let you have your weekend trying to recover from our lack of sleep, then hand you the results on Monday.

Sigh....well, no point complaining anyway.

Okay....Let's talk about how I spent my weekend shall we?? Not that you have any choice....better read what I have to say or else I'll repeat everything in my next post.

Exams' officially over at Friday noon. Having my brains physically tortured for so long, I was dying to release stress by wacking something, so I asked a few of my classmates out for a game of pool. They gave me the Frankenstein look and plainly said they have to sleep.... another claimed he have brain hemorrhaige. And my usual St.Davidian gang is too far away in Malaysia. ARGHHHHH...where are my friends when i need them?

And so i called the MGS girl, my usual partner in wasting money on pleasantries,...."Hey MGS, let's go somewhere and do something!!" ....and she refused..."Harr?!! What?? No!" . Damn....I must have sounded desperate at that time. And by the way she replied me, there must be something wrong with the way I asked. I mean, you don't usually ask a girl who's not your girlfriend to "go somewhere" and "do something".
Realising that, I rephrase myself asking her to join me for a game of pool...politely this time. Well, she accepted THIS time.

Then I called one of my junior, a Thai girl...
"Heyss...you free?"
"Yes, anything"
"Let's go play pool..."
"With you?? I uhh....I don't know how to play."
"...no worries, I'll teach you."
"Uhm....no thank you. Maybe next time."
"Really? Aww..that's too bad, just me and MGS would be a lil' boring...."
"Huh? MGS's going?...Okay, I'll go too!!"
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As you can see from the conversation we had, I think I gave her the impression that i was trying to hit on her. Man, do I need to improve on my way of asking girls out!!!

Anyways, another guy joined in, which makes the four of us, and we had a great time whacking balls for three hours. Boy, I never knew it was so much fun playing with a stick and balls!! ESpecially when there's four members at it. Well.....I wasn't exactly playing pool, but instead hitting them balls with vengeance. Every hit followed by hissing steam coming out from my ears. Only after 5 games did i manage to cool down enough to play a slow, decent game of pool, that I actually aim before shooting.

Hmm.....exams can do that to people, eh? Even to a half-crustacean like me. And to say that, don't think I've ever been stressed up like this before. Seriously wonder why is it that I stress about something that I've not stressed about before.

Well, whatever that was, it's over. And starting next week will be my other campus' friends exams.....exams? HAH!! "Enjoy" your exams you "$#"%$('&!!!



PS: All the best for your exams!!

OMG!! Exams here and i'm still addicted to PC!!

Hmm....Jun, are Irish blonde?? If so, I think I can sum up a conclusion. Americans (or any other blondes) suck only when they are in a ravenhead (black hair) land, for example, Japan. Maybe, it's that they get worshipped and godly exalted here till they tend to...well, suck up on us. As for Ireland, blondes can't show off in front of other blondes, can they? That's why you won't think Americans sucks if you see em' there.
Anyway, a Finnish gal came in my college and suddenly she's the hottest girl in campus. Same goes for another Finnish guy.... he's got Rooney's (football star) status.

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And as for today's content....I'm heavily addicted to PC and I need professional counselling.
I just...can't live without them. First thing I do in the morning...PC
First thing after lunch(and dinner)...PC.
I also automatically reach for my PC after only ten minutes of studying....
Please help....WHAT SHOULD I DO??

I think it started from a bag of Sour Cream and Onion potato chips....yea, PC here means potato chips, all carbohydrate none silicon. It was on sales and I bought one just for light snacks.....next thing i know, I was having em' for lunch.

And it's worse now since my mid-term exams are here. To fully comprehend my situation, please check out my flow chart below.

Exams
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Studying
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Spend more time at table
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Spend more time munching PC
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A side effect I call PC belly (looks similar to beer belly)

Sigh....you guys ever get that?? Girls can't help much, they are ALL hopelessly addicted to chocolates, so all I have is help from guys. I seriously wonder how can potato chips be soo....tempting. Once you take a bite, next thing ya know, the bag's empty.

Maybe it's because chips company added in a drug that change our brain's chemistry or something...triggering our feel-good enzyme ...or something like that. Last I check on the net, PC addiction is because of hormone imbalance, but it's not like I umm...better not say stuff that offend girls.

So, any help? Maybe I should try Listerine or something. Nothing can possibly taste good after "30 seconds" of mind numbling, eye-watering, mouth burning session with Listerine.

Anyways..that's my addiction these days. What about you fellas?? Exams near and I bet there's bound to be some kind of addiction. Btw, being addicted to studies is not counted.

Busy as a Bee. Flying everywhere but getting no pollens.

Sigh...forget my GW stories. It's too long a history to continue anymore. Been...busy. But seriously, trust me...I've been meaning to write but it's just that...I can't find time. Been looking all over for it...finally found it hiding behind my closet. Not to mention that I was never a good 'dide and seek' player....

And so I can't find time....which means I'm busy...but busy with what?? Well here goes..

I've been doing quite a lot of reports lately....plus English report qritten in Japanese. You see, my latest English lesson (not that I learn anything except how to say it with jap accent) was about The Olympic Games....and my new lecturer, who studied in California for 2 years, and speaks with an American accent (yeah, he tried to correct me), thought it would be good if we did a 2-page report on the Olympic Games. But the irony is....although it's an english lesson, we had to do it in Japanese, which pretty much defeat the main purpose of learning English.

Why in Japanese? Well, I was near the front desk when he mentioned that we should submit our reports in English, and that's also the time when one of my friend said "wow...that must be easy for you". Then another one of my good buddy saif..."Randy, you should be learning Japanese!!!" AND THEN.....my lect said that we should submit in our work in Japanese. Great....now it's Jap lesson for me and finger exercise for em'. I keep mentioning "What's the whole point of learning English then??!!" but to no avail.....sigh....

Oh yeah, I did mention that he tried to correct me...
One time he came up to me and asked me when I started to speak English and I told him "Since birth, I sang Happy Birthday Song for myself the moment I came out" ...then we had small talks...THEN, he tried to correct my pronunciation, saying that mine isn't right. Well, I knew I should've gave in and class would've ended early but, I can't just agree to that, can I?? So, I said to him....
"Sir, it's all just a slang, just because you speak American doesn't mean you speak the with the right accent. For example, The English said they speak with the right slang, the American's says their english is the right one, and the Australians says they have the right roll of tounge....so, whose right?? Well, nobody is. Good english is when you can get your message across clearly and the recipient understands you well. Doesn't matter if we roll the Rrrr or not....don't you think so??"
Well, apparently he didn't think so... he just grunted and walked away.

Speaking of which, I think he belongs to the typical jap group, the one that worships pale skins and blonde hair, especially rednecks Americans. What's with them anyway? I know that M'sians worships Mat Sallehs too (You can get some intellegence on that from the airplane, sit beside one and you'll be invisible throughout the flight) but seriously...what's with them anyway?? I've met quite a few americans and I'll have to say that ...the more I meet, the more I disrespect them. They actually think that the world revolves around them and yes, they are arrogant for that....ignorant too. I personally met a "proud" American who almost nothing cept' Disneyland.

Oh yeah...right...back to me being busy....heh heh. Sorry I got outta the topic.

Ehem....anyway, yeah I got quite a few stuff on my hands, not to mention studies as well. Funny, last time I told my friends I study, they laughed their head off. So, reports, studies....and guess what? Exams coming this Friday!! Woo Hoo.....



PS: Woo Hoo doesn't necessary make me a nerd. Woo Hoo means during exam, we have no roll calls at 10 p.m. Roll call sucks....

Thomas Cup

GOOD NEWS!!....my junior just cooked lunch and he didn't blow up the kitchen! That have got to be the best news mankind can ever hope for....other than wealth and world peace of course.

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The last whole week was Golden Week...the one week holiday where everyone goes out and spend money like crazy. Well, at least not for my part no, I didn't spend money like crazy (although my spending last year did exceed expectations) . This year, I went to cheer for my Brothers in Thomas Cup.

Before I proceed any further, I'd like to thank that guy Thomas for giving away his coffee cup to people who can hit a shuttle cock at each other over an erected net. And same goes to that chick Uber too.

I have to confess that at first, my reason for being at the stadium was because everyone else was there. It was more of a big gathering rather than badminton competition to me. HOWEVER, after being in the stadium for 5 minutes, I found myself cheering my lungs out for Lee Chong Wei, who played the first singles against the Koreans.

Okay, so now I know it's different watching Thomas Cup on TV and seeing it live.

Well, Lee Chong Wei won the match valiantly and we all can't help but feel proud for our dear friend. Then, after few minutes of rest for our throats, we're back at cheering...this time for the first doubles, Koo Kian Kiet and Chan Chong Ming. They played very well but too bad they lost the match.

The second singles featured Wong Choon Han. He was controlling the game with obvious skill and precision...but too bad he sprained his ankle when it was 10-6. The moment he limped, everyone was quiet, staring wide eye...some were even drooling for keeping their mouth open too long. It resulted in a default win for the Koreans as WCH can't continue the game. Sigh....such bad luck at such a timing in such an important game. So, now it's Korea: 2 - Malaysia: 1

It continued on with the second doubles...but most of us were already too frustated and our spirits beaten down by the ankle accident to cheer for the second pair. But Choong Tan Fook and Lee Wan Wah saved the day and brought the crowd back with their skills. They won the match and we were all once again high on spirits and cheering like there's no tomorrow for our voice box.
2 - 2 now.....

The third singles were played by Hafiz....the once All-England Champ but an inconsistent chap. But as notorious as his inconsistency was he played flawlessly. Damn, his shots were sooo good, too perfect as a matter of fact, that I actually felt sorry for the Korean and wanted to cheer for the Koreans out of pity. But, fearing Malaysians might murder me with balloon sticks, I stuck to cheering " HAFIZ...hafiz....HAFIZ....hafiz..." He won the match and Malaysia advanced to the Semis!!....WOO HOO!!!!!!!! "Malaysia Boleh.......Malaysia Boleh...Malaysia Boleh..."

Then after Hafiz left the arena, we were then cheering "Nak tiket Free...Nak tiket free..." Haha, our mood were so good at that time that if anyone would have asked for donations we would've donated our wallets.

Cooking up nonsense...

Haha...sorry Clem, that is just one story too interesting to let go. Anyway, been trying to understand "Brother's Kamarazov".
Btw, MayC, I'll cheer for your part. and I'll tell Wong Choon han you have his posterS in your room.

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This blog....is especially dedicated to my junior Kan Wye Marn @ Tai lou.

This guy came in about a month ago and is having hell in Japan. Mainly bothered by studies (Can't catch what lects are jappering about) ...he hardly have a day which he can call "a normal day"....don't get me wrong, I don't mean to ridicule him here. It was just the same for me last year when I just got here. But I didn't complain or nag at my senior.....GAWD this guy can really nag....nag...nag...nag..nag....sheesh, even my left ear is bleeding now as I type. And what I get from a burst left eardrum?? and understanding that his favourite word is "shit".

Anyway, to make matters more "EXCITING" he decided to take up cooking. You see, he didn't really enjoy the food in the cafeteria and I don't find his comments on the food interesting either. So, yesterday, May 1st 2006 was a big day for him......he fried his own chicken and cooked his own vegetables. As for me, my big day was this afternoon when i had to cook my lunch using a partly melted frying pan.

Okay....can't blame beginners.....

For today's dinner, he decided to cook oyster sauce chicken with potatoes....so, along with my guidance, he manage to get everything done and left it to boil. And i left him on his own to do the finishing touches.....and he eventually burn the whole thing down. You see, I told him that the longer you leave it to boil, the nicer it is cos' the taste will "go inside" the meat. Being a good listener...he did just that....but (God knows why) he didn't know that water eventually dries. AND after 10-15 minutes of "leaving it to boil" .....the whole place stink of burnt rubber and he had to chow down "charcoal" for dinner.

I actually have tonnes and tonnes of criticism .................... but then again, who am I to comment right?? It's not like I was ever perfect.

Sigh.....just as I thought I could finally live a peaceful life.....fate always makes it exciting.

Cheering for Malaysia for the 1st time.

Hmm...from your comments I get the impression that you guys think I'm crapping stories up just to entertain you fellas. Well, sorry to dissapoint you guys. I was and am NOT crapping. I know it's weird and fishy and bullshitty that ridiculous things keep happening to me but hey, it's not my fault if the world wants to find fault with me right?? At least my ridiculousness didn't result in burning my own room down!! (Check out "Fiery experience by Sarawakian's tale)

And NCS, I enjoyed Mitch Albom's books and "The Undomestic Goddess" by Sophie Kinsella. Currently trying to read Dostoyevsky....key word, "trying".

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I'm embarrass to admit that despite being a Malaysian, I've never cheered for Malaysians teams before (for any international sport event) . Well, I don't think I'm the only one...heck, I've even met people who are proud that they've never supported Malaysian team, including some of you readers. Don't blame you guys though...there never was any strong reason to support our team anyway.

HOWEVER.....this wednesday, I'm going to get my chance to redeem myself as a Malaysian. You see, I'm having my 1 week long holiday starting this Wednesday....which is in conjunction with the Thomas Cup quaterfinal. I don't know what the reason is but I'm actually looking forward to see Malaysian shuttlers in action and cheer my lungs out for them. Well, not exactly "I" but a big bunch of us....mainly students who's studying in japan. (Why we all get so worked-up and patriotic only when we are overseas...I don't know) . We gonna meet up in Tokyo and go cheering together. Uhh....umm....how to cheer in Bahasa Malaysia?? Seems to have forgotten....all I know now is "Ganbatte" and last I heard, Wong Choon Han and friends fon't speak Jap.

Of course I'm assuming that Malaysian team advanced to the quaterfinal stage. News says they played England today....although I'm in Japan, I spent my day today polishing asses...(to me it's doingt ASSignments, don't really like doing em' so, refuse to think of any nice word for it) so I am not updated on the results yet. They seemed pretty confident as they said they'll rest the top players and save em' for Indonesia or China.

MALAYSIA BOLEHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Other than being excited about Thomas cup....I'm also looking forward to my friends comments towards me as I don't "generate" crap that fast or frequent anymore....One of my very old friend once commented "Feels a little cold don't you think?? ...No, I'm not talking about the weather." And this is the one comment that bothered me the most. I wonder if I've change for the worse...if I have indeed turned to be cold....if I've changed from being friendly to being stuck up....if I'm feared (mainly japs).
Know what?? I sometimes wonder if by using most of my crap here, I balance myself by not talking so much crap outside. The world DO revolve around "BALANCE" anyway. It's like I've fulfilled myself here so, there's not much desire to crap out there. Hmm...for the first time I think there's actually a need for me to read Joke books to keep up with you guys!!!!


PS: Keep an eye out for the news...soon there'll be a headline "World's Eighth wonder....Ketam studying a joke book"

The guy who wouldn't hurt a fly...

The reason I changed my blog title form "a crap's journey in Japan" to Codename M.A.F.I.A is because...well, no one else here calls me ketam, it's as simple as that. BUT...I do have another nickname here....mafia.

I've long suspect the reason behind this nickname is because I wear a pair of glasses that turns dark when exposed to sunlight, thus bringing out the "sunglasses effect". And add that to my body size...most people find me mysterious, dangerous, scary. And don't forget that I don't speak as much as I used to...cold as people say I am, just don't have the feeling to talk much nonsense anymore. I do smile occasionally at people whom I know but otherwise I keep a straight face.

The first time I was called mafia was when I fist get to know the 5th year students here last year. After they got close to me, they told me that they were afraid of me .....heck, some were even afraid to even exchange glances with me!!!

The second case was when attendance taking during P.E. ...My instructor was sitting down when I went to him. He looked up at me and litterally almost fell off the chair!! He thought I was some ...well, some mafia.

But the best of the best cases I ever faced was yesterday. You see, I was at this supermarket wanting to buy some fish. (Yeah, mafia buying fish...funny shit but that's not my story). I was parking my bicycle when two lil' girls, aged 3 and 5, ran outside the supermarket. The 5 year old was chasing her sister yelling ..."Hey! don't go running around or you'll get lost. There's also dangerous people around". She then points at me and says ..."Oh look, a ROBBER is here". The 3 year old take one look at me, shrunk back at her sis and they both ran back inside, blocking the door.

Why on earth are they blocking the door?? I was not there to kidnap kids, I was there to buy my stinking fish!!!

Sigh...well, I may look like a mafia buy they just don't know that I'm the kind of guys that wouldn't hurt a fly.....



PS: Whacking my friends I still might though...hehe

The passion of photography.

I was god of japanese in Malaysia?? Huh...was I? Wow...never knew that to be. Thanks though. And uhh...for my juniors in japan, don't worry too much ....しょうがねよ、できるだけ頑張ればいいの！！
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Having not using my vidcam for some time (also because of my recent PC prob, my photos and vids got erased) I've somehow lost my passion for photography and videography (this word exist?). I just do not feel like taking any pics at all....nor be taken also.

But this afternoon, I somehow relighted my desire for picture taking. You see, just this afternoon, me, my college's friends together with Izyan and Ili went to a nearby park to see tulips. It's mid-spring now and tulips are blooming proudly to take over the once prided, but fallen sakuras. Like a typical picnic, we all brought food with us and had a great lunch there, we had bee hoon goreng, keropok, meatball, cheese cake(probably the best stuff there)....I brought along Cengkodok pisang that i made myself but too bad it was a lil' too salty(probably the worst stuff).....all in all it was a great gathering. Done with stuffing ourselves, we went on to do what we went there for, enjoy the tulips.

At first I was..." Nah, it's just flowers...no reason to fuss with a camera" but as I tread my way through the flower beds.....the forgotten beauty of flowers overwhelmed me.
The innocent pink.....
The pure and elegant white...
Vibrant yellow...
Burning red....
There's even purple one with white edges, just like it was made up with lipstick....

And then for the first time in many months....I felt like taking photos. I mean, I really had a strong urge to push the "snap" button. Wanted soo badly to preserve what beauty I was witnessing. I could actually imagine myself standing there taking still pics....what angles I would take them, how much close up, sunlight effect...Never had i ever felt so restless before.

Then again.....never did I knew flowers would hold such an effect on me!

Language Handicaps...

Yeah, just as i was bragging away at being "God of English" ... i forgotten the fact that I'm still a handicap when it comes to Japanese Language.

Just this afternoon, during my last lecture of the day, my lecturer gave us a "hand-in-or-you- ain't- going-back" kind of assignment. My assignment was about ropes@cables used in various fields...from elevators to constuction. We were suppose to read our text books and compare different kinds of ropes@cables listed. Class officially ends at 4.40 p.m. but since most of my classmates finished their assignments fast, they get to go back early. As for me, I was in the class until 5.00 p.m .

Damn....I can barely understand the text written!!! And I had to pick this day of all days to forget my electronic dictionary. Thus, I was struggling my ass off....finnally finishing it with help from one of my classmate. And then this thought occured to me...

"What's the point of being worshipped for English when I have to live by Japanese language!!!".

Speaking of which, my junior, a guy from Ipoh, is also struggling here. He suffers not understanding what lects write and speak. And worse still, he's not confident enough of his Japanese to ask around. Seeing how much he struggles, I actually admire myself for being able to survive the last year. W-O-W.....

Well, guess I still have a loooong way to go in Japan. お互いに頑張ろう！！！


PS: That means all the best to myself.....more or less.

PC: Problematic Crap

Haha....yeah, old me being a teacher. Anyway, yes Kelly, you do get treated like god when you utter one simple, harmless word in english. Here in my college, lesturers have especially low self confidence when it comes to speaking scientific terms in english. They, full grown men with wrinkles on their forehead and grey hair, would say one english term and then look at me with big, shiny, watery eyes....along with quivering eyebrows (ya know, just like when a lil' cute girl ask her mom for a candy) until I nod my head in approvement of their pronunciation. And now that i'm in my 4th year, it's gotten worse. Lects now thinks that I know everything, just like the Oracle in the Matrix. Sigh....another year of worshipness in Japan.

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PC...most people would say that it's "Personal Computer". Well, I beg to differ.....to me, it's Problematic Contraption....or just plain Crap.

You see, I brought with me Windows XP Professional SP2 from Malaysia back to Japan. And so I tried upgrading my PC from SP1 to SP2 . Well, after i loaded my cd, it failed to fully detect my hard disk drive (HDD). My hard disk is 250 Gbyte....but it detected only 130 Gbyte. And so i lost all my recorded video clips and photos....all those pics and movies that I've treasured soooo much. All those funny pics and vids. All my masterpieces.......
I then tried to load my old SP1 cd...guess what? That ciplak Malaysian CD did something to the HDD...and I had to reformat everything!! And there goes my songs...all of it.

Then at that moment of non-chemical, non-preservative, pure frustation, I was enlightened. I realised that as globally used as English is, it have not yet created enough words for me to curse at my PC at my moment of frustating frustation. This could be my shortest entry yet, The End.


PS: To say that i would go for the original from now onwards, nah..... RM10 Cds are just to temtpting to deny.

Kelas diri....SELAMAT PAGI CIKGU!!

If you guys thought my craziness' is at max level, DEAD WRONG!!

Just as I myself thought I couldn't do anymore crazy stuff, I did. I manage to get myself hired as an English Teacher. Yep...you are not suffering from reading disorder. An English Teacher. HAH!!! Someone should tell Audrey about this. For those who don't know Audrey, she's the God of English back in high school. She's soooo good in english that we actually had a shrine worshipping her. My english is ..uhh....okay-la, boleh pakai la....but hey, look who's teaching english now!!

I'm teaching not at a tuition center but at a NPO (Non-profit org). My first class was this afternoon actually.....Met up with the president of that org, had lunch..then began my class. My students were two elderly people at their sixties. Mr. Takahashi and Mrs. Ueno. I taught them how to give a proper self introduction, taught them how to engage a simple conversation (hobbies and stuff). but most importantly.....I taught them how to crap! Damn....my boss was sooooo impressed by their crap that she hired me on the spot!!!

Having done my first lesson, I found myself enjoying it very much. I felt a certain pride in me when they gave their perfect self intro in english. Well yeah, it don't sound all too perfect but it is to me. Seeing their proud smiles on their faces gave me this....this...sense of self satisfaction that I've never felt before in my life. I never knew that being a teacher is actually one of life's hidden miracles (ehem....given that student is not someone like me of course. If i ever have to teach someone like me, Damn! it'll be hell!!). Now, I understand why our teachers loves us so much. Speaking of which, an old friend of mine, Egbert, is in training to become a teacher. For the fact that i'm on an engineer's path, I actually envy him a lot.

I uhmm....like to take back my word about doing something crazy. Being a teacher is different. Man, am I looking forward to my next lesson!!!

My "Visit" to Malaysia.

Yep, visit. I chosed to use the word "visit" instead of "homecoming" because that's exactly how i felt during my visit back home.

Don't get me wrong though, going back was great. As a matter of fact it's the best time i've ever had the last 12 months. First of all, it was great meeting up with my old folks. Ya know....I purposely did another braid right before i got home. My parents must have missed me a lot since they did not strangle me on the spot after they saw my braided hair and especially after i told them it cost me RM200. Haha....you can say that i was "Challenging" my old folks. Well, didn't last long though. You see, my mum started nagging at me after a week at home. It started with :
"Randy, why don't you cut your hair?"
"Randy, to be honest, your braid's not nice"
"Randy, don't want to cut your hair ah?"
"Randy, long hair don't suit you, you know..."
"Randy..."

OKAY!! Let's get a haircut shall we? Sigh...mothers...


Then there was meeting my old buddies....I must be lucky because I got to meet up most of my friends. Those already in Melaka, Danny...he got a new girlfriend whom i'd like to refer as The Energizer Bunny, no offence though, fun girl to chat too. Samson, well, he's got the hots for a girl who plays squash..hmm, seems like he have a liking for girls who's "good with hands" (Are you thinking what i'm thinking? wink* wink* ) Then there's Olive...she brought back 10 kg of books from India. There's Kulvinder...still slim and pretty as ever. I went out for dinner with her once and a bunch of STSD' ians (it's my highschool name) thought we were couples...haha, if only I was that lucky. then there's Ai Jun...non-stop blaring about Irish guys, Irish hunks, Irish gentlement. Last when I saw her pic, i prepared myself with a long list of fat jokes but...she wasn't as fat as I thought...still fat, but not fat enough. Fat jokes was also aimed at Ern Suey but...I was also fat at that time so....Also, met up with Lemak (Lim Kian Min)...fat as hell. Ah Zhuang's still as spontaneous and funny as usual. Oh, went up to KL to see Hang Seng and Shao Yin. Hang Seng's still Hang Seng....no change or what-so-ever. Shao Yin's got a new boyfriend...you should have seen them together, nerd's dream come true.
And not forgetting..Kenny. I didn't see him..just wanted to. Really didn't have the time for it. Sorry dude.


So how I spent my time? Like I said in my previous blog, C-H-E-W. Ate soooo much that there's this one time, I was wearing one of my usual pants. I sat down, let go a sigh, and my button POP! Damn, I was shocked as hell at that time. You know...like when you seat down and suddenly your pants button come flying at you. . . . . . . . . . Okay, I get it I'm fat. So what? Lemak's been fat since forever....i could handle one month being fat. hmm, I wonder what's for dinner....

ANYWAY....I'm Randy. My life's not so simple as "Eat and get fat". I'm not Kian Min. I managed to drag my fat ass to Pulau Lang Tengah in Terengganu. WOW, that is a beautiful place. Went there with P.I.C Jeremy and P.I.C Fook Hee and another Jap guy. Was there for 3D 2N, went snorkelling for two days straight and manage to get a sun burn (Now I'm fat and black..what next?). At the island, we met with a bunch of Singaporean, 5 of em' actually. Let's see...umm...they are Jeremy (Singapore version), Eddie, Kai ling, Antoina and Charlene. Jeremy and Fook Hee both like Charlene as she's the cutest in the group. Fook Hee's saying it out in the open all the time but P.I.C Jeremy's denying all the time. Hah, deny all you want P.I.C Jeremy, I caught you stealing glances a few times!!

And then.....and then I got bored. I actually felt like going back to Japan already!! I don't know why but I just feels that way. Felt like I need to get back and actually do some work. Relaxing and playing too much already. Now that I'm back in my room in Japan...I actually feel good about it. Never knew that I can get restless after only a month in Malaysia!!

Culture shock in Malaysia....

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Yeah... i'm back and kickin' in Melaka. Been one week or so already actually....and my PC a.k.a personal computer a.k.a problematic crap ....were giving problems so.....no entries till today. Anyway, what I did the whole week was chew. Yeah, you heard it right....C-H-E-W. I'll eat like 4, 5 times a day...double porpotion all the time. Really took my own sweet time enjoying the local food.....and since i've been eating all the time and like, move muscles other than mouth and intestines for only about 2 hours in 10 days, i'm starting to grow fat. Yup, tub of lard is now hanging off my once flat abs. But what the hell, I'll worry later....ok, makan time!!

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I still remember the last few weeks before i flew to Japan. This one JPA or PSD officer was telling us about how we are getting culture shock when we reach Japan. Well, little did I know that I'll have mine one whole year later. If you didn't get what i mean, I meant that i got my culture shock after I step on Malaysian soil last week.

Being away for a whole year in Japan, I was given the opportunity to take a look at Malaysia from a totally different angle. I now see all kinds of stuffs that I unintentionally ignored.

Know what?? Naruto speaks in an alien language!!! Took me a whole 10 minutes to figure out that it was Bahasa. Haha..just kidding.

I touchdown at K.Kinabalu in the evening around 6.30 (I took a connecting flight instead of a direct one) . We were allowed 1 hour break before being airborne again. First place i headed to was the toilet. The floor was wet and dirty and stank of urine, they were even out of toilet paper. If They are making K.K airport an international airport, why not "try" make it a decent one? For goodness sake, it STANK!! Passengers who have travelled a loooong journey shouldn't be treated with such place. It's suppose to be a place for them to freshen up.
I then headed out to the shops....Back in Japan, I was pampered with "WELCOME" shouts the moment i step into any shop. Here, the shop keeper don't even bother to give a simple smile...especially the ones who were soo engrossed in SMS. Come on....you're suppose to be working!!
Then, I walk past a Customs gate. Well, guess what? It was empty. An empty counter at the bank I can still tolerate but at the customs gates?? Worse, a few meters a way I saw this male customs officer flirting with this female officer. What the .... WHAT were They thinking??!!! So much for a reliable security.

Anyway guys, those stuff you just read were just the "kids" stuff for me.

I meant a more sensitive issue actually. Got all kinds of infos from reading newspapers in Japan. Don't know who might be reading here so I won't say out openly here. Or should I say no point saying things we all already know. No point debating the unchangeble. Guys....y'all should try read papers from outside Malaysia. That's where I get the widest view.


PS: It actually felt weird not speaking Japanese....I tend to answer in japanese sometimes. My friends thought i were just showing off but...they just comes out without warning ya know.

My last few days here in Japan...

*Back in the days when I was studying in KL*

SCCRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!
Me: What? What happened??
Ex-Roomie Jeremy: Oh my gog...oh my god...OMG....OMG...OMG....Omgod...
Me: Jeremy! Relax....what happened?
E.R Jeremy: Look at this!! Tell me what this is?!!
Me: Err....your...stomache??
E.R Jeremy: No! It's fats!! F-A-T-S!! Oohhhhh, just look at me, I'm fat, and I have this tub or lard hanging out of my belly.....
Me: (Said nothing but raised left eyebrow higher than The Rock's)
E.R Jeremy: Humph...I'm going jogging to lose some weight....

Moments later...

Someone: Hey Jeremy! Wow...didn't know you like to jog.
E.R Jeremy: Well, it's uhh..umm....
*Suddenly, a shining, brand new, bright lightbulb appeared above his head*
E.R Jeremy: You know, Randy's a terrible roomate. I'm jogging cos' it gives me this "run-away feeling" You know what I'm saying??
Someone: Haha
E.R Jeremy: Haha
Someone: Haha

And so you have it...the truth....heh heh...but now back to today's topic.

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My last few days here...

As you know, i'm officially on holidays (used the word "official" cos' i've had many unofficial ones) . And when i'm on holiday, i tend to lose track of time. You see, before i go back home, I have to apply a re-entry permit or else.....yup, just that. The authorities told me to apply or else....

Anyway, since I lost track of time, I went to the Municipal...on Sunday.
It was soo stupid of me...It was 2 in the afternoon, I went up to the reception and ask them if they close early on Mondays (I seriously thought it was Monday!!)...She gave me one hell of weird stare and politely said that they don't open on Sundays.

What I was trying to convey here was not my embarassing Sunday-Monday mix up but the fact that they have reception on Sundays. I was surprised cos' in M'sia, no such stuff right?? Heck, even M'sia reception are sometimes absent on working hours!! And here they have reception on Sundays just to tell people they are close. Speachless....

Next day, which was yesterday, I went again to the municipal to settle my re-entry permit. I was redirected to another counter. When i asked where the counter was, instead of easily pointing her finger and waving me away, she brought me there personally....aww, how nice. Okay, settled my permit, time to retreat. It was raining that day so, on my way out, one of the receptionist called out to me and offered me an umbrella, courtesy of the Government, said she didn't want me to catch a cold.....WOW!!! Again...speachless.
But i declined politely as I have my trusty Jacket with me. It was nice of her to offer though...you kidding me? I was moved to tears!!

And so...I headed to the train station to get back to my retreat. On my way back, while crossing a river, I noticed something as I stood on the bridge....what is that swimming in the river? What on earth....well I'll be damn, DUCK! I see DUCKS!!! There's ducks swimming happily in the river! I never knew ducks could survive in rivers in a city. Rivers I knew (Sungai Klang)were brown and corrosive, ducks would be killed instantly, corroded to the bones the moment it touches the river and then carried along the river...adding more brown to the already impossibly brown river. And here we have ducks....swimming around as if Adam never set foot on Earth. Speachless.....

Seems to me that Japan knew I was going home, and it tries to lure me to stay. But hell!! I'm going back no matter what!! See ya fellas this thursday....

Neighbours gone crazy....

Once again, I'd like to start off by saying things that have got nothing to do with the title:
Well, someone special must have been reading my blog....right after i posted the Valentine's entry, a girl came to my window, knock on it....and gave me a piece cake. Hmm...my life isn't cursed after all....so, I'd like to say..... HAH!! In your face, love-chain-letters!!

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Recently, something weird and mysterious have occured in my college. I'd like to call it....The Chronicle of the Mysterious Fat Guy @ MFG, No witch but me as a neighbour...which is just as bad, No lions (What you crazy? This isn't a zoo!) , Just his Wardrobe.

Once upon a time, long long ago....which is about three weeks ago. I can call it "long long ago" and put in 4 dots, right? It IS three weeks after all, 21 days ya know .... damn long lar wei....
Anyway, about three weeks ago, my M'sian senior, MFG, who's doing his final year here went missing. Yup, he went missing. I used to say that he's sooo fat that we can't see him, but nobody seem to laugh at that joke...hmm, must be the timing problem.

Okay...okay...sorry, i'll be serious now. The news is that he went missing. No notes, no news...nothing. He just picked up and vacated. At first, Lecturers came to check on his room because he missed his class. And just so you know anyone who plays truant, nahh...he's just a punk, Foreign student missing class, "GASP!" and everyone hold their breathe for 5 seconds. So, when he was absent for one whole day, lecturers came looking for him, and he wasn't in his room, nor seen anywhere....up till now. Last someone saw him was at the train station carrying a small bag. The college have informed the Police force and the M'sian Embassy but both authorities are still in Manhunt mode.

About him...He was never the friendly type...speaking very little. You know the phrase "won't speak unless spoken to"....well, he WON'T even speak when spoken too! Had little friends...hardly out of his room.

Then there's my other neighbour, a mongolian guy....no he's not Genghis Khan's decsendant but he can ride a horse. He....he's not fat but he's also quiet and quite a hermit crab too. Hardly out of his room, hardly socialize.... Once heard he complained that he don't enjoy college life, not one bit.
Some of my friends here commented that the main cause is me....well, they both are my neighbours after all!! Maybe I should have changed the title to, The Curse of My Neighbours...WOOOooooo.....

Ya know, these all kinda make me realise how important friendship is. And studying overseas, my friends aren't just "friends"....they are family. I mean, I felt it before when I was in M'sia but this is different....stronger I'd say. I don't have a smiling mom waiting at the door when i face a shitty day, I don't have my mom's skirt to cry on when I face a sad day. I do.. have friends though, in fact I prefer my friends to my mom cos' my friends don't nag but that's not the point. Anyway, seeing them two neighbours ....fuh, life without friends sucks. To everyone who's facing an adult life, and ESPECIALLY for my juniors who are braving their souls here this April, remember this..."no man/woman is an island" .



PS: I didn't torture nor torment my neighbours.

Story of a lonely guy...

Valentine's Day.... always the one sad and lonely day of the year. Don't know why but seems that I've always lack luck in love.... no, not that I failed during the proposing...but the fact that I can't find the girl that I really like.... I was too busy having fun as a bachelor until form 5....then I head to KL, where only 3 girls are available to 17 guys and all are chinese-speaking, some always laughing at my chinese (In a way, they teach me chinese so I don't really mind anyway) , then I'm off to Japan...dunno la guys, Jap chics don't interest me. With all those over-exxxxxagerated cuteness .... just can't take it no more.
But it's not that i never found any, just that circumstances aren't not good to start a relationship, distance issue...etc.

Hmm....I wonder if I should have forwarded all the "Send to at least 10 people or suffer a loveless life for the next 10 years" kind of thing. If all those chain letters are true, I'd be out of love for the next 200 years.....and last i check, humans don't live that long.
Note to self : Good luck la dude.....

Sigh....well, I'll talk about Valentine's in Japan instead.

Valentine's day in M'sia is guy giving girls flowers and girls giving guys cute little stuff right? In Japan, it's girls give guys chocolates....guys don't give anything. Then, on March 3rd, it's "White Day" where guys return chocolates to girls....not literally "returning", but they buy a new box of chocolate to give to girls. So, Valentine's Day is a big day for guys...I saw this one guy sitting down on the stairs looking anxious, fidgetting every 2 seconds, then his phone rings and he jumps up like there's fire under his ass...then runs outside to meet a blushing girl holding a beatifully decorated red box to match her now red cheeks.
Me? I was eating alone... wondering about that chain letters thingie...

Well actually, I'm not all that particularly interested in any Jap girls (I still like M'sian girls best!!) at the moment, but then again....you feel that kind of pang, you know what I'm saying? And luck have it that I'll be staying in Japan for quite sometime .... irony??

Nagano 3: Jack, Jill and Randy went up a hill. One came tumbling down..who?

Okay...Kelly's right, i can't keep writing old stuff....but it's not like i wanted to write old stuff ya know. I was seriously busy with this and that...mainly studies. I did quite badly for my last, so, in order to ensure myself a ticket back, I had to put in some effort. You see, if i do badly again, i have to stay back here and have a retest....

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My previous entry was a bout what a good job we did, making M'sia famous...with a not so "friendly" way, but Hey!...whatever goes to get the job done right???

Anyways, snow....hmm...let me give you a better description of it. To me....snow is like God's suffering a serious dandruff problem and He just have a knack at shaking em' off at this time of the year. You see this white flakes falling down from the sky just like dandruff flakes falling off a non-Pantene consumer. The only difference is that snow flakes don't smell and we don't have fun throwing dandruff at each other.
Snow....it's actually a real nuisance ya know, they block traffic, they block trains, they kill...yeah, plenty of cases where snow piled on the roof just come sliding down and next thing you know, you're all naked and you have a pair of wings with a glowing ring above the head.

Otherwise, snow is great. Since everything is white, you get an impression that the place is very very clean. No dirt, no rubbish...all concealed under dandruff-from-sky. Here's a few pic for your pleasure...











And of course...I went snow boarding. That itself made me 13.67% cooler than any of you out there. You can dress up like a supermodel and all, and i'll just come and say "hey! ever done snow boarding?? No? haha....you dare call yourself a person??"....nah...just kidding yo....but seriously, snow boarding is cool!! Actually...to be precise, boarding isn't cool for the first day. All I did was climb up the slope then roll all the way down....climb up again, and tumble all the way down again...Sigh...such embarrassment. There were chair lifts but us P.I.Cs figured that it'd be a waste of money since we are beginners and resorted to climbing. But thank g.....no, thank my parents they gave me this …umm… this…dunno what to call it but by the second day, I managed to slide all the way down without falling even once. And at mid-day second day, I was already a speed demon.

*no pic of me snow boarding...I was the cameraman....and as skilled as i am, I can't take pic of myself while i board....I did take a video though..*








That was the time where I felt the true pleasure of snow boarding….the effortless gliding….free to go any direction I want to…it was like the whole slope was meant for me…free….like a bird….
But too bad I’m not a bird and I don’t have a 360 degree vision. I keep crashing with chics around me. I was like sliding with my body sideways when this chic comes from behind me and WHAM!! Next thing I know, I was seeing all white and I’m drooling like a retard…. Damn those amateurs….ehem….I mentioned chic because the only guy I crashed with was P.I.C Jeremy. The others were all jap chics looking for a good time. The truth…is out there….du DU du Du du duuu…..


And so ends my wonderful winter holidays….there’s more to it (We went Disneyland!! did my New year countdown there....don't know whether can call it countdown but what the heck..) but scared Kelly might mengamuk…and when she does…she tweets up a loooong tweety blog to torture any readers who tweets by her site…and that includes me.

Nagano 2 : Misdirected hostility

Okay, gotta apologised again for blogging a late entry. Just came back from yet another trip. Too busy having fun...

Anyways, for this blog, it's about how us M'sians men 'sia sui' kan M'sia's name by accidently commiting 3 misdirected hostilites...may be a bit long but interesting-ness guaranteed.

Chapter 1:
Scene: Night when I reached the Backpackers inn
Time: 0030

Owner: I want to explain about the kitchen rules here, can someone come with me please?
P.I.Cs: Randy, you go la....with that mafia headgear, he might give you free food!
CRAPPED!!: Sigh....okay,okay...

At the Kitchen....

Owner: Here, you can cook anything you want but please clean up afterwards. Please don't leave it like this frying pan here, I wonder who used this. And about food, you can have anything here that's marked "FREE" with black marker, like these peanut butter and margarine. Please don't mistaken with "OWNER" or "NAO (Owner's wife)" . That's ours.

CRAPPED!!: Okay, understood. I'll let them know....thank you and goodnight.
Owner: Goodnight, hope you get good rest.

Next morning at the kitchen...

P.I.C Jeremy: Morning Randy...
CRAPPED!!: Morning...breakfast??
P.I.C Jeremy: So, what can eat and what cannot eat??
CRAPPED!!: Uhh....from what I heard yesterday, he said the ones "marked" means can eat....
P.I.C Jeremy: You sure?? Sure ah?? then i'm frying the eggs...okay right? it's marked "NAO"
CRAPPED!!: Yeah, why not...I think so...maybe....uhh...maybe....
P.I.C Jeremy: SURE OR NOT??
CRAPPED!!: Yeah yeah, sure....say, can fry one for me, thanx.

And so he opened a new packed of eggs, fried them. I saw an english guy sliced some bread .... I went on to slice some for myself and Jeremy. We later had breakfast at the common hall, adjoining to the kitchen. At that time, P.I.C Fook Hee was helping himself with an egg as well....happily frying it when Nao, owner's wife walked in the kitchen and opened the fridge reaching for the eggs....her new and shiny pack of eggs, carefully decorated with her name "NAO". Me and Jeremy, both noticing her, tensed up a bit when....

Nao: Eh?
(Looking around here and there...then counting very slowly...)
Nao: 1..... 2... 3... 4... 5...6...
(Looked around again furiously, then counted again, this time using her finger.)
Nao: 1..... 2... 3... 4... 5...6...
(She looked around again. This time noticing P.I.C Fook hee frying an egg...happily. Guess what fook hee did in response? He smiled.....smiled at her and said "good morning" in a cheerful voice.....)

Sensing the situation, I immediately rushed to the kitchen and apologized to her. Damn it was scary...since she had that "garang" look, I apologized profusely, saying i made a mistake and promosing to replace them. She must be super mad cause' she didn't utter a single word....hell, she didn't even blink!! Sigh....know what?? turned out that the bread wasn't free as well. It belong to that english guy. Worse, I sliced the bread in front of him!!

Can't blame me right?? I-I was tired and sleepy that night before...and I was never a good listener at "taklimat" .


Chapter 2.
Scene: After a tiring day of snowboarding, P.I.C wanted to have a nice hot shower...
Time: Evening

P.I.C have been waiting to use the bathroom for almost an hour...couldn't be patient anymore, he asked around and one of the "ang mo kau" said that it might be his friend Jerry. Take note that he said "might"....So, Jeremy, being impatient went to the bathroom which is downstairs...

P.I.C Jeremy: (Irritated voice) Excuse me, Jerry? Can you hurry up please??
From inside the bathroom: Okay...okay.....
P.I.C Jeremy waited for another few minutes....couldn't be any more patient than that,
P.I.C Jeremy: Excuse me! Oi! Hurry Up PLEASE!!

Then, Jeremy's prayers was answered by the sound of bathroom door unlocking....and guess who came out?? The Owner and his wife!! P.I.C Jeremy had apparently done a very good job at asking the two owners of the place to "hurry up" while they were having their own private (and intimate) time in the bathroom. Sigggghhh.....Jeremy, jeremy.....congratz la....

Chapter 3

Scene: At the driveway.
Time: Evening.

Remember the egg incident? Well, in case you don't.....OH MY GOD!! You should see a doctor or a psychitriast...get help!!! Ehem.....Anyway, i said i will replace the four eggs i stole from her. Not those "eggs" ya...just normal chicken eggs. So...

CRAPPED!!: Excuse me Mr. Owner, uhh...do you know where can i buy eggs??
Owner: (with a smile) Yea, you can get them from Jusco. I'll give you guys a lift there later okay?
CRAPPED!!: Sure, thanks a lot. I appreciate it.

And he drove us 4 fellas all the way to Jusco, which is about 10 minutes away...just to buy a pack of eggs. Don't make sense right? Wasting petrol on a freezing night just to buy a pack of eggs. Sigh....*malu*...*malu*....


I think from now on, M'sia will be blacklisted d....bet we'll be labeled as "Egg robber"....hahaha...funny, we come all the way to Japan only to curi telur ayam!!

Nagano 1 : snow....Snow...Snow!!.....SNOW!!!!!

Foreword:
I feel soo good today I suddenly feel like writing my blog again. Why is that? well, I think i did quite well for my final papers just now...YEAH!! I feel good...nah nah nah nah nah nah nah...



Okay, I'll pick up my story from the braided part. After surprising my P.I.Cs with my hair and getting a dozen bitter and sour comments from them...(as a matter of fact, I've never get any good ones from them before...) . We slept at the Malaysian student house in Tokyo, city that never sleeps. I was sooooo unfortunate to be placed beside J.C. He pulled the blanket all to himself I've to get myself another one from the closet. Ceh, selfish)%!#"##&%

Next morning, we made our way north to a place called Nagano. For those who don't know what kind of place dear Randy chosen, it's where they had Winter Olympics. Anyway, the journey there was ...umm...how should i say it? painfully wonderful? horrible but exciting? Hmm....the story's like this. We get to enjoy the scenery as we took our 12 hour journey north, it was brick and glass...then changing to greeneries....and then a sea of snow that streches as far as eye can see. Wow....I....I just can't excatly describe what i felt when i first saw snow....just...wow. Forgetting my cool (braided my hair, had to pretend i'm a cold-blooded killer)...I started jumping up and down in the train while pointing outside the window, shouting "SNOW!! OH MY GOD!! SNOW!!!" .....well, not exactly jumping up and down (are you kidding? I'm not a bunny, I'm a freaking cold-blooded killer!) ... but just staring outside the whole time without even blinking my eyes once. The shouting was true though.

As nice as snow looks like, it's never good to have snow on the train tracks...especially when I'm travelling on it. We stopped for about an hour at almost each station. But can't say that was a bad thing also....when the train stops, we get to play snow! Okay, snow feels like....just like the ABC without syrup, soft and cold. Well, for a moment we were all enjoying snow with our bare hands....you know, all peace and tranquil.....until a snowball flew across the delicate atmosphere and landed on "I forgotten who" ....shattering all peace and tranquility the moment it struck "I forgotten who" . SNOW FIGHT!!!!! And then we were there, throwing snow at each other, until the train master had to blow the whistle at us...oops, time to hop on the train. Hmm...when the next stop again??

The actual plan was reach nagano by 6 that evening...but we instead reached at 11.30 at night. Can't say I was pissed at the delay cos' I was having soooo much fun throwing snow at J.C. anyway, at the station, we had the Backpacker's Inn fellas to pick us up with a van. No....not because we're manja...although we had the very manja Sze Ting, but that's not the point. It was late and bus service's over. We reached the backpackers at 12 something after travelling through 3 meter high snow walls...actually, not snow walls, just that it snowed so much that they had to pave a road! Funny, I felt like I'm a lab mice, going through a maze, just no cheese at the exit.

Oh, before I end, I had to comment on the female P.I.C in our group, Chin Sze Ting. On the train, she was the most energetic of all, with energy rivalling the Bunny from Energizer. She was like "Wei...don't sleep early tonight larr....why not we play Chor Tai Ti...or build snow man...or just snow fight lar hor...you guys don't sleep har!!!" Well, easier said than done, she was snoring like a pig in the van. And when we reached the inn, she was mumbling and grumbling how tired she was and that she would sleep without having a shower 1st. The bomb was when I told her she had to put on the sheets 1st...hah hah hah...man, you should have seen her face!!

And being the leader of the group, elected because of my hair I suppose, went to receive "taklimat" from the owner...on rules concerning food in the kitchen. Well, I was dead tired from travelling the whole day, so, did Randy paid enough attention?? or didn't he......


PS: Have to apologize for no pics....my pics is with J.C...

Unintended Interruptions...

Once again, sorry la fellas...
wanted to write in my winter hols series, this time with more funny stuff and crazy stuff, but suddenly, i'm interrupted by a lot of things...

Okay, first of all, darn Yahoo and MSN won't let me transfer photo file. Don't know why...my dear P.I.C tried sending me them photos using an online service but still....
Then, there's work...tonnes of work. To be exact it's about 2354 kg of work. There's reports, assignments, not related to school work. Hell, I even have to help clean the toilets!!.......okay, that was a lie but I'm just trying to sound busy.
And the biggest and lamest excuse of all, exam's coming. I screwed up quite bad last exam, so gotta study hard to make up for it. Know what's lamer than that?? Well, Chinese New Year's yesterday right? Guess how I spent it? Gambling with my pen and paper, betting ink. THIS year, I have especially bad luck. I keep losing my ink to paper. Sigh...first time i spend my CNY studying. The irony is, while i'm at it, I remembered how i teased Olive that she even studies during CNY. Bet she'll laugh at this.

Sorry la guys...wanna write but gotta do my ass. K-lar...gotta go back to studying.


PS: Ass means assignments. And I'll be back on Feb 23 night. See y'all in Melaka....

Tale of a Braided haired guy in Tokyo...

Pre-script:
Pics?? Patience...patience....moreover, the previous post was dedicated to the girl I met. And i was sooo engrossed in chitty chitty chatter that I forgot to ask for her pic...sorry.

K, before i go on with what I did during my hols, I like to dedicated this to myself...or more precisely, my hair. Okay...just like the title says...I braided my hair. Have been keeping my hair for almost a year now, it's uhh..around shoulder length. Oh yeah...go ahead, frown your brows and say "WHAT? yucks!"...I bet all of you will say that but whatever. Reality is, I braided my hair.

This, I have been wanting to do for a very very very long time...


And so many of you will ask...why? Hmm...why indeed. Well, I had that hair style, the short one, for almost 2 decades, I eventually got bored of looking at myself in the mirror. I was like, "Aww, NOT you again!!!!"...everytime i got out of the shower. And also, having my mom off my ears (she have exceptional talent in nagging...but don't all our moms...), I finally felt that I had had enough reasons to do something drastic. So, since I left M'sia, I kept and nurtured my hair (I actually soaked them in Rambutan tree fertilizers 2 hours a day, then wash them off with hair tonic, then sprinkle donut crumbs on it...figured that hair need food to grow, right? Well, it worked.), and I haven't visited the barber till now.

Having my hair braided was really fun! Know what? Braided hair comes with an attitude. And also a "Mafia-ish" aura that emits so strongly from your head.

Just so you know, I have roll-call everyday at 10 p.m. I visited a hair salon one day, went right after school....took 4 hour just to get it done!! So, had my hair done just before the roll call. And since I had my hair done that way, I uhh..."purposely" enter the hall late, I was practically the last one to enter! heh heh...you should have seen their faces that day. The hall, which was noisy at first, went momentarily silent...all eyes fixed on me as I "catwalked" to my seat. Then, everyone started talking again...while stealing glances at me of course.... No need to be psychic to know what their topic was. Heh heh...call me show off but I just couldn't resist doing it!!! And imagine again my classmates' reaction when I enter the class the next morning...late again of course....

Okay, that was when I was in school. So what about the rest of the world?? Well, Since there's so much to tell, I'll just tell the best ones.

The REAL fun of having braided hair started when I 1st boarded the train with it. At that time, the train was packed with people but .... with the help of a lil' frown on my face, no one stood around me!! Train might be packed but umm....I had quite a comfortable space around me. And at one time, when I sat on the seat, no one actually dared seat beside me!! There was once when this lady was heading for the seat when I looked up, she saw me with my braid and frown, stopped in her tracks for a few seconds, then turn away and stood facing away from me. Haha...man that was entertaining. Bad-ass as I was, I never meant to rob seats off old ladies ... never knew my braid would have such an effect! Anyway, only after standing up and walking to the end of the train, then the lady and some other fella filled the empty 3-seats....I actually stood all the way!!...better having a circle around me than 2 empty seats right??

Anyway, I reached my destination for the day, Shinjuku. Shinjuku is reputed to have quite a crowd of commuters since it's like the center or something like that. At nornal times, anyone would have a difficult time making their way trough, but as for me....the crowd actually parted and made way for me!! As if I was holding a knife dripping with blood, all it took was one glance and they instantly jump out of the way....man, I felt like a KING!!! (or you could also say a leper which will have the same effect i suppose, but king suits me better right? he he he...)

Next was my visit to Harajuku. Harajuku, is a well-known hip place. It's where the Bold & the Trendy meet. Place where fashion and style rules. Place where you can dress like a clown and still be labeled as trendy (You can think of Harajuku as a place with many clowns, but there are also real trendy ones there..) . Anyway, along the streets, there's foreigners, mostly african americans, working part time there, all holding brochures and trying to pull people to their shops... Well, last time when I was there, I was mostly ignored, approached only by 2 or 3...but this time.. Heck, I was approached by every single one!! They were like ..." Hey bro, take a look at this....Hey bro, wanna take a look at my shop"

Sigh....no regrets at all having my hair braided. The same as my P.I.Cs...they had fun calling me Mafia. All the time threatening me that they would deliberately provoke a yakuza, then have me fight with them....haih, such "nice" friends.

Well, that's not all to it.....

The bad side of it was that...damn, it's itchy!! Even after shampooing...lightly of course, feels itchy. It was like having a whole family of fleas, along with granma and granpas dining on my head! Talk about having a turkey for Christmas, thay have my brains for a feast!! Compared with the itchiness, hell would just be like a tickle on the ribs. Price to pay for having old ladies stand in a train huh??

Anyway, I endured it for about...2 weeks I think. Curious bout how I look after taking it off?? Here's a peek...