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.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Friday, June 23, 2006
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.....
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...
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...
Sunday, June 11, 2006
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??
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??
Sunday, June 04, 2006
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!!"
".................."
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!!
"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!!"
".................."
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!!
Saturday, May 27, 2006
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.
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.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
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....
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....
Sunday, May 07, 2006
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.
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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.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
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.
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.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
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"
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"
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
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
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
Saturday, April 22, 2006
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!
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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!
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
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.
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.
Friday, April 14, 2006
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.
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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.
Saturday, April 08, 2006
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!!!
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!!!
Friday, April 07, 2006
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!!
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!!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
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.
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.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
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....
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....
Saturday, February 18, 2006
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.
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.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
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??
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??
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
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.
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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.
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