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....
Monday, January 30, 2006
Sunday, January 15, 2006
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...
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...
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Blessings in disguise...
DISCLAIMER:
Before you go on reading this, I want to make sure that you understand that I'm not liable for any injuries or loses resulting from this article. For example, saliva drooling from your mouth short-circuiting your keyboard and blood vessels bursting from overdose of envy.
Please click one of these before proceed
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................I agree.............I don't agree, but what the hell...
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Yup, there i go again, "donating" money to "organizations" that mostly sell ice creams and can drinks....okay, I meant go waste my money doing something stupid (stupid=fun) again..
This time, thank go....no, thank the Prime Minister of Japan, I have the same winter holiday as the rest of Japan, unlike summer....blast it. Anyway, this time....me and my partners in crime planned a snow-boarding trip to Nagano and then have more fun in Disneyland. Well, the actual layout of the plan was this...
Dec 23rd : Me and my PIC (partners in crime) rendezvous at the Malaysian Student House.
Dec 24-25 : Go butt around in Tokyo irritating people and robbing pictures
Dec 26-28 : Go disturb and disrupt the snow on the ski slopes. If possible, bully small kids as well.
Dec 29 : Crash at Hotel Kisarazu, hold the place for ransom.
Dec 30 : Go blackmail Mickey and pick Daisy away from Donald
Dec 31 : Meet up candy addicts at Hotel Kisarazu (these addicts can't afford Marijuana)
Jan 1st : Retreat to my crib....police cops might stake out to capture me!
And so, that was the plan. BUT.....Malaysians be malaysians......
My loyal PIC, Jeremy Cheong Chong Meng messed up. He thought that 23rd was 22nd!! In other words, he thought today was yesterday. In more words...I have tonnes of insult but since he treated me with kindness, and I'm still hoping for him to send me pictures, I'll rest my insult here. Anyway, since "that guy" messed up, I end up in Tokyo.....alone. Lucky me that I have another M'sian buddy in Tokyo, Nix. I called Nix and thank gawd he was conveniently free at that time!! So, I scrapped the rendezvous plan and crash at his place instead. Well, like the title says, blessings in disguise....
You see, at Nix's place, I met his senior, a girl name Caroline. STOP! Don't raise that eyebrow and go "heh heh heh".....She's a few years my senior and she's doing her PhD here in Japan. Anyway, she looks very much younger than her age. Actually, she was just there to take her stuff she asked Nix to buy...she stood at the door holding the plastic bag, I said hello, chatted a lil' and Nix invited her in. So, we ended up sitting in Nix's room chatting away....and before we know it, the clock striked 12!! Time for supper.....
We bought some chows from a nearby minimart, head back to Nix's room and chatted again. We later found out that she have an appointment early in the morning....but since it was already 4 o' clock, there no point sleeping right? Right. So, we all took a shower and we walked her to the train station and bid farewell...her farewell was a bit weird...no, make that very weird. "See you later alligater, see in a while crocodile" . Hmm....yea, anyway that was what mostly happened.
Well then what did i really mean by blessings in disguise?? Here goes...
She was working in a quite established company in M'sia before coming here. So, you can say that she had had a respectable working experience. And from chatting with her, I learned more or less about the working life, the stuggles and sacrifices you need to survive. I also gained quite a lot about what it takes to be successful in a job interview, mostly the Do's and Don'ts, she was once an interviewer so...i kinda know a bit about what they are looking for. Also from the wise one, no, not light bulb wielding Yoda or Obi Wan Kenobi, but Caroline.... on her opinions on life, to be precise, her life, but i enjoyed listening to her points of view. These stuff, my lads...are valuable stuff, at least they are to me. From a selfish point of view, I can say that I don't need to go to such troubles to learned what she learned. Anyway, I came to respect her a lot....i don't meet many people of such trait.
So, from cursing my PIC, I thanked him instead. If he had been right about today is today and not yesterday, we would have been chatting about nonsense and argue if Goofy ever had a kid!! Pointless nonsenstical crap right?? Or worse....waste money shopping for windows....gosh...
Okay...that's all for this time. Next's about my visit to the fish market. Place where they auction Tuna fish as big as Kian Min (note to PPKTJ folks...this is a chubby friend of mine).
Before you go on reading this, I want to make sure that you understand that I'm not liable for any injuries or loses resulting from this article. For example, saliva drooling from your mouth short-circuiting your keyboard and blood vessels bursting from overdose of envy.
Please click one of these before proceed
................_____..............________________________
................I agree.............I don't agree, but what the hell...
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yup, there i go again, "donating" money to "organizations" that mostly sell ice creams and can drinks....okay, I meant go waste my money doing something stupid (stupid=fun) again..
This time, thank go....no, thank the Prime Minister of Japan, I have the same winter holiday as the rest of Japan, unlike summer....blast it. Anyway, this time....me and my partners in crime planned a snow-boarding trip to Nagano and then have more fun in Disneyland. Well, the actual layout of the plan was this...
Dec 23rd : Me and my PIC (partners in crime) rendezvous at the Malaysian Student House.
Dec 24-25 : Go butt around in Tokyo irritating people and robbing pictures
Dec 26-28 : Go disturb and disrupt the snow on the ski slopes. If possible, bully small kids as well.
Dec 29 : Crash at Hotel Kisarazu, hold the place for ransom.
Dec 30 : Go blackmail Mickey and pick Daisy away from Donald
Dec 31 : Meet up candy addicts at Hotel Kisarazu (these addicts can't afford Marijuana)
Jan 1st : Retreat to my crib....police cops might stake out to capture me!
And so, that was the plan. BUT.....Malaysians be malaysians......
My loyal PIC, Jeremy Cheong Chong Meng messed up. He thought that 23rd was 22nd!! In other words, he thought today was yesterday. In more words...I have tonnes of insult but since he treated me with kindness, and I'm still hoping for him to send me pictures, I'll rest my insult here. Anyway, since "that guy" messed up, I end up in Tokyo.....alone. Lucky me that I have another M'sian buddy in Tokyo, Nix. I called Nix and thank gawd he was conveniently free at that time!! So, I scrapped the rendezvous plan and crash at his place instead. Well, like the title says, blessings in disguise....
You see, at Nix's place, I met his senior, a girl name Caroline. STOP! Don't raise that eyebrow and go "heh heh heh".....She's a few years my senior and she's doing her PhD here in Japan. Anyway, she looks very much younger than her age. Actually, she was just there to take her stuff she asked Nix to buy...she stood at the door holding the plastic bag, I said hello, chatted a lil' and Nix invited her in. So, we ended up sitting in Nix's room chatting away....and before we know it, the clock striked 12!! Time for supper.....
We bought some chows from a nearby minimart, head back to Nix's room and chatted again. We later found out that she have an appointment early in the morning....but since it was already 4 o' clock, there no point sleeping right? Right. So, we all took a shower and we walked her to the train station and bid farewell...her farewell was a bit weird...no, make that very weird. "See you later alligater, see in a while crocodile" . Hmm....yea, anyway that was what mostly happened.
Well then what did i really mean by blessings in disguise?? Here goes...
She was working in a quite established company in M'sia before coming here. So, you can say that she had had a respectable working experience. And from chatting with her, I learned more or less about the working life, the stuggles and sacrifices you need to survive. I also gained quite a lot about what it takes to be successful in a job interview, mostly the Do's and Don'ts, she was once an interviewer so...i kinda know a bit about what they are looking for. Also from the wise one, no, not light bulb wielding Yoda or Obi Wan Kenobi, but Caroline.... on her opinions on life, to be precise, her life, but i enjoyed listening to her points of view. These stuff, my lads...are valuable stuff, at least they are to me. From a selfish point of view, I can say that I don't need to go to such troubles to learned what she learned. Anyway, I came to respect her a lot....i don't meet many people of such trait.
So, from cursing my PIC, I thanked him instead. If he had been right about today is today and not yesterday, we would have been chatting about nonsense and argue if Goofy ever had a kid!! Pointless nonsenstical crap right?? Or worse....waste money shopping for windows....gosh...
Okay...that's all for this time. Next's about my visit to the fish market. Place where they auction Tuna fish as big as Kian Min (note to PPKTJ folks...this is a chubby friend of mine).
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