Let’s make it a frequent thing.

I remember a time where I used to blog almost every chance I got – I had more on my mind back then.

I’m not sure whether I have less on my mind now, or so much so that I can’t blog because I can’t possibly post up everything I’m thinking without boring any of you readers out there.

But I’ve just been thinking. Yes in the middle of the night, I’ve been thinking.

I’ve been thinking that its been a while since I’ve just sat in the middle of my room doing nothing but think and listen to music, to ponder of the countless things life has to offer and the various challenges I’d face for sure in the future. I used to delve deep into my thoughts and wonder about the countless outcomes of almost every decision I’ve made, I’m making, and have yet to make.

I used to do all that, then glance at the clock and realise it was 3 in the morning and realise that I had to wake up in another 3 hours to get ready for school. And then I used to fall asleep during History class. I guess I used to think a lot more when I rode the bus back home from school. I could see more of what I was passing by as I looked out the public bus window. I pondered what could possibly going through the minds of the other passengers in the bus. I remember at one point I came to crystal-like realisation that every single person, every single thing that exists in the world, has a story of their life to tell. I know my own. I know part of other peoples’ stories. But then I look at the sheer vastness of the global population.

6,697,254,041 people.

6,697,254,041 different life stories.

But then I just sit back and realise there’s not enough time in a single person’s life to listen to, to comprehend and understand even a miniscule fraction of those stories. So we choose to be ignorant. Ignorance is bliss no?

To some extent that is true.

Remember the saying, “Friends should be like books, few but good.”

I remember going for an essay writing competition some time back and the people I met there had probably read countless books, gone over thousands of different stories, but I wondered how much of what they read stayed with them.

I guess friends and the people we meet are sort of like that. We may meet so many people, may hear different stories from each and every one of them, but only a fraction of what we hear and see, we remember. I think the stories and memories that stay with us are the ones that matter the most, because we chose to, and made it a point to remember. They’ve got to be important right? Maybe.

And then I think about you.

About what your past did to you to shape you into the young woman you are now.

About how the present is still moulding you, shaping you, strengthening you.

About what the future, what wonders it holds for you.

Our lives are pretty much like books, hence the previous saying. We’re constantly writing new chapters into it, with the choices we make, and the things that happen to us, good or bad.

Everyday holds something new for this chapter of my life.

The same goes for everyone, for you too.

In all honesty, I wish I was there with you to write every chapter of your life down, and you with me. I wish and hope I’ll be there with you to write the closing chapters of your life, and you with me.

But I know for a fact that right now, that’s not possible.

I know for a fact that someone else is there to help you write this part of your life down.

And there’s nothing I can do.

That’s some way to start the month.

They were giving out free sushi to the first 100 customers. You can’t blame me.

In case you’re wondering, the other two boxes are my friends’:See?

It was the last day of our first term and most of us were supposed to go out and celebrate, but……………my car died on me. Again. Many thanks to Nicholas and DEVMAIBROSKIES for helping me to push-start the car. In the end I had to drive ol’ 4428 back home. The reason my car batt died was an epic failure. Don’t want to talk about it. I might get burned over and over and over again if Nicholas reads this.

Bumped into Chen, Chin Wern and Junlynn. CHENNN MANY STRESS WHAII LA CHEN WHAI????

Because I had no more class or anything to hand up before the term ended, I spent that beautiful Friday sleeping in and finally finishing up Darksiders.Epic shit. Can’t wait for the next game to come out.

Went out for a bit with Sherwin and Cv to honour our lunchtime tradition but had to cut it short because I was following my mom to Pn. Norsham(My ex-school’s principal)’s house for her daughter’s kenduri.The second my dad parked the car, I saw Pn Ho (my Moral teacher) and a couple other teachers but I was caught of guard, and of all the times to forget a teacher’s name, that was the worst. The conversation went as follows:

“Hi teacher!”, “Hi! What are you doing here?”, “Oh my mom knows Pn. Norsham.” “Oh, okay take care ar, bye!”

I guess the feelings were mutual. Made me feel a little guilty and sad at the same time as to how I forgot Pn Ho’s name, of how Chin Wern, Cal and me used to say “Santa’s coming!” whenever we were goofing off in class and she suddenly returned. Sad too because she forgot my name. But I can’t really blame her. There wasn’t much to take photos of, not even the food, which probably had too much seasoning inside (which most likely contributed to my triple-trip to the throne later that night). And already I was getting bored out of my wits because I knew no one there save for Pn Norsham, my parents, and my younger bro.

UNTIL:I saw PN ANNE, PN SHARLINIE, AND PN SHAMA THERE. From left to right: Idon’tknowhisnamehenevertaughtme, PN ANNE, PN SHAMA. Back row: PN SHARLINIE AAAAAAAAAAAND Irememberhernamebutiforgottoo,ididnttakeaddmathssosueme.

Pn Shanthi was actually there too, but I missed out on the opportunity to snap a photo. I saw Pn Chang there too, but she was sticking to the other teachers that were there. It was pretty nostalgic seeing two of my old English teachers there. It was like seeing an old friend again. But the weird thing is, I only remember teachers who have either scolded some sense into me, or have made an impact on me while was in school. Take for instance my English teachers. They were always the best people you could talk to in class, or joke with no matter what, but at the same time they were also some of the fiercest teachers around. I remember English being the ONLY class I never fell asleep in, no matter how tired I was. It was also the ONLY class in which I passed up everything on time. I had to, I was the AJK for the subject. I STILL HAVE MY FIRST ESSAY HOMEWORK FROM FORM 4 WHERE PN ANNE GAVE AWESOME FEEDBACK. SHE SAID I HAVE A FLAIR FOR WRITING AND SHE LOVED MY TRAIL OF THOUGHTS.

I miss school.

I think I’ll pay a visit to Pn Anne and Pn Sharlinie in school soon.

The bride-to-be had quite a lot of flowers

And quite a few gifts, but they were all on lined up on a fancy floormat and I couldn’t get a proper angle without posing weird in front of everyone in the house.

Took one last photo, said our goodbyes, and left. Long before that, Pn Anne and the other teachers had already left.

THE NEXT DAY:

WE TOOK SI THO OUT FOR LUNCH. AND DINNER. AND A MOVIE.

It was fun hanging out with her again, and it was sorta retribution for me seeing as I was unaware of her leaving for Australia to study (I WAS WORKING LA).

Picked up noobie, joee, and her cousin, and met up with chen at sunway giza. Seeing as none of us had a plan, we ended up at some japanese restaurant, Ichiban Boshi. Wallet pain. Oh yea, and on the way there I bumped into Choon Hon on the road (No, not literally) and we had a mini-race. =D With some fortunate stroke of luck, actually it was more of the waiter’s mistake, we strangely ended up paying only for the drinks and joee’s sashimi rice set. They forgot to charge us for the sushi. O.O

Joee and her cous had to split because they had something else on that night. In the end it was only me, Cv, Si Tho and Chen. We made our way to OU, got tickets to a show, and hastily made our way to dinner. Met up with Keamsunn and Jie Lin at Italiannies. Any meal can be fun I guess, when you have it with the right friends =D

Chen’s rissoto came half-an hour late and it sucked balls. Italiannies, you fail.

But like I said, any meal can be made special with the right company. =D

Me, Cv, chen and Si Tho watched She’s Outta My League. Epic funny shit. A word to the wise, watch it with you friends, NOT your family members. We all laughed our assess off.

After all was said and done, Chen had to leave, but Si Tho and Cv stuck with me as I headed to my cousin’s place for a young adult’s cell and to watch the Germany-Argentina match. Curried sausages, tough-to-chew lamb and indian poker was involved during half-time. =D Before it turned 12, we had to leave so we said our goodbyes and I dropped Cv and Si Tho home. And I pretty much stoned the rest of the drive back home. But while stoning I was sort of reflecting on the time I’ve spent with the people I care about. The more I think about it, the more I begin to realise that once I enter the working world, outings and times like these will be far between each other. So I appreciate the time I spend with the ones I care about.

Si Tho’s going back to Aus on thursday. I wonder if we can see her off. Hopefully that can be arranged. =D

Si seulement vous saviez. Pas qu'il changerait n'importe quoi.

Until the next post readers, Au Revoir.

WHAT YOU WAITING FO?????

This post is long. Long. LONG overdue. I’m about to attempt something semi-epic. I SHALL RUN THROUGH ALL THE HAPPENINGS FROM THE WEEK BEFORE COLLEGE TILL NOW (The end of term 1). Not THAT much happened. But hey, its been an adventure so far. Whether you’re going to read through this entire post (if you do, you must either be really bored, or really in to this blog) or just scrolling through to see the photos, I hope you enjoy them =D

In April:

I worked. (And drank on the job. Okay we only drank AFTER the job was done.)

   I had the time of my pre-college life with some of my best friends.

I conquered my fear. (well, to some extent.)

I became an uncle to a very beautiful Faith Wong.  I’M AN UNCLE (again.)

    I started college.

I got a shot. (again.)

 

In May:

I finally got back into a kitchen.

And made some new friends in the process.

I caught up with some old friends :)

I helped dig a hole for a barbecue to celebrate a friend’s birthday

Yes Lydia, that’s you.

I had to dress up for Bollywood.

I made even more friends in the process.

I helped an old friend with a project.

To do so, I reverted to my old ways.

And made more acquaintances (pardon the lingo) along the way =D

 

In June:

I celebrated my old man’s birthday =D

I attended my first flairtending class. No I didn’t break any bottles. Yes, the bottle is virtually unbreakable.

I cooked some more.

I worked. Again. And on my way to work, I got lost with a friend. Again.

  And this time I DID DRINK ON THE JOB. Because we were allowed to.

Oh yea.

  I got an idea for a new room wallpaper.

I wonder if holding a lemon, or any fruit for that matter, in your hands in that way, could get you sued.

 

There’s actually plenty more photos, plenty more stories, but these are just the main highlights la I guess. All in the all, the past 3 months have been sort of an adventure in a sense, what with getting lost in Bukit Jalil when I’m supposed to be in Bukit Damansara for a job, sitting on an actual roller-coaster for the first time in my life, screaming every single pork dish that came to mind while I was on the roller-coaster, getting cut on a daily basis at work, driving to college and back, racing against a friend using an Iswara that’s well over 14 years old, push starting my car with the help of friends, rushing assignments, rushing to print assignments, watching epic movies with epic friends, learning to flair with bottles, driving without shoes, and possibly, le début pour se laisser prendre à quelqu'un. And etc. etc. etc. etc. etc.

Like I said, its been an adventure so far,And there’s plenty more where that came from. 

So that’s that. =D

Time’s passed me by so quickly. It seems like just yesterday I was sitting at home wondering what I was going for 4 months until college started. It seems like just yesterday I had started my first day of work as waiter, then a cook. It seems like just yesterday I had no idea what I’ve been missing out this entire time. I’m going to try to make the most of whatever time I have.

 

Until the next post,

Au Revoir.