Wednesday, April 4, 2012
GEORGE HONG!
Thanks to you, I now have a cravings for Gummi Bears that needs to be satisfied.
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There used to be a time where the only time I write was on tissue papers and rough papers, and they would always end up in the rubbish bins somehow. These were the days, back in high school, during Form4 and Form5. The times where I would find time to write such things would be the moment after I was done with my exam paper and had to sit there staring at the wall until the examination period was over. Other than that, I would randomly sit there and write whenever I felt like it. They all ended up in the rubbish bin, they all did.
What I wrote were basically the exact thoughts I had in my head at that moment. Some other bottled up thoughts would be written out there into the tissue papers too. I would write them extremely tiny, so that peoeple wouldnt be bothered to read what I have written, especially on a tissue paper. It's just weird to write on tissue papers, let alone read from them. Basically, I just felt like expresing myself, yet not wanting people to have a peer into what I was trying to express.
Which I would say, is rather silly at times. Why can't I just write in a book, a diary perhaps? Guess I just didn't feel like doing what eveyerbody was doing. THAT IRRITATING PART OF ME THAT WANTS TO BE REBELLIOUS AND DIFFERENT FROM EVERYONE ELSE. HAHAHHA. yeah. I remember when I was much younger, I thought of having writing into diaries. But something about diaries that stops me from continuing somehow. I guess I hated every single bit of the past that I did. Diary would be a recorded evidence that I had actually done all those ridiculous and embarassing things prior to that present day I was living.
Hrmm... Honestly, that was the exact feeling I felt once I started blogging too. But at least blogging forced me to accept who I was in the past, and look back at how much I have actually grown from it. Which is probably the main reason why I couldnt' stand writing through ten whole years in that one specific blog. I JUST CAN'T!
Even by looking back at my 2011 blog, had a lifespan of only 6 months, it had pretty drastic changes from the first post all the way to the last post altogether. Which, I find rather impressive. HAHAAHHA ANDDDDDD, I had tons of drafts back then in that blog too. I guess there are some things that you really want to talk about yet not share it with the world at the same time.
Why are humans so complicated? :/
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So. Today I was sitting in the bus and I somehow decided to change seat, closer to the front. Little did I realise, the person seated next to me wasn't normal. He was special, but I don't know what other ways to describe him, other than to use the descriptive words of 'mentally retarded'.
Instantly I felt sad when I saw him there. It got me thinking, 'Shit, would other people be totally freaked out if they realised he was like that? What would they be thinking? What would he be thinking?'. I did not realise him there, until he started flinging his hand around towards something, I felt like something wasn't normal, so I had a glance at him. Mmhmm, he wasn't normal. But he was happy. That was what got me off guard the most. He had this bag of food, and he was happily telling me that he had chocolate cookie in that bag.
Those questions in my head made me felt like staring at him, just to see what he was doing out of curiosity. But at the same time, I didn't want him to think that I think that he was weird, so I just pretended like he was a normal person sitting there.
The moment I got off the bus, then I realised, he was actually travelling on his own. I was actually impressed by that thought that he was travelling on his own. Damn, people here are so independent. If these people were to be walking about the streets of KL, everybody will be giving them that 'OMG YOU ARE SO WEIRD' look. :/
It wasn't the first time seeing people like him. This one was the innocent, happy kind of 'mentally retarded' person. You somehow can sense that he wouldn't do any harm, any how. There was once where I saw one 'crazy' person in a Tram. This one gave me a little creep somehow. Like that sense where he would probably get angry if I were to look at him any longer. :|
People here are so independent. The elderlys, the impaired, and these special people. There was nothing to worry about if they were to linger around all by themselves. It does make me feel proud of their effort somehow.
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I NEED MONEY TO DO MORE SHOPPING! OMG.
Thanks to you, I now have a cravings for Gummi Bears that needs to be satisfied.
...
There used to be a time where the only time I write was on tissue papers and rough papers, and they would always end up in the rubbish bins somehow. These were the days, back in high school, during Form4 and Form5. The times where I would find time to write such things would be the moment after I was done with my exam paper and had to sit there staring at the wall until the examination period was over. Other than that, I would randomly sit there and write whenever I felt like it. They all ended up in the rubbish bin, they all did.
What I wrote were basically the exact thoughts I had in my head at that moment. Some other bottled up thoughts would be written out there into the tissue papers too. I would write them extremely tiny, so that peoeple wouldnt be bothered to read what I have written, especially on a tissue paper. It's just weird to write on tissue papers, let alone read from them. Basically, I just felt like expresing myself, yet not wanting people to have a peer into what I was trying to express.
Which I would say, is rather silly at times. Why can't I just write in a book, a diary perhaps? Guess I just didn't feel like doing what eveyerbody was doing. THAT IRRITATING PART OF ME THAT WANTS TO BE REBELLIOUS AND DIFFERENT FROM EVERYONE ELSE. HAHAHHA. yeah. I remember when I was much younger, I thought of having writing into diaries. But something about diaries that stops me from continuing somehow. I guess I hated every single bit of the past that I did. Diary would be a recorded evidence that I had actually done all those ridiculous and embarassing things prior to that present day I was living.
Hrmm... Honestly, that was the exact feeling I felt once I started blogging too. But at least blogging forced me to accept who I was in the past, and look back at how much I have actually grown from it. Which is probably the main reason why I couldnt' stand writing through ten whole years in that one specific blog. I JUST CAN'T!
Even by looking back at my 2011 blog, had a lifespan of only 6 months, it had pretty drastic changes from the first post all the way to the last post altogether. Which, I find rather impressive. HAHAAHHA ANDDDDDD, I had tons of drafts back then in that blog too. I guess there are some things that you really want to talk about yet not share it with the world at the same time.
Why are humans so complicated? :/
...
So. Today I was sitting in the bus and I somehow decided to change seat, closer to the front. Little did I realise, the person seated next to me wasn't normal. He was special, but I don't know what other ways to describe him, other than to use the descriptive words of 'mentally retarded'.
Instantly I felt sad when I saw him there. It got me thinking, 'Shit, would other people be totally freaked out if they realised he was like that? What would they be thinking? What would he be thinking?'. I did not realise him there, until he started flinging his hand around towards something, I felt like something wasn't normal, so I had a glance at him. Mmhmm, he wasn't normal. But he was happy. That was what got me off guard the most. He had this bag of food, and he was happily telling me that he had chocolate cookie in that bag.
Those questions in my head made me felt like staring at him, just to see what he was doing out of curiosity. But at the same time, I didn't want him to think that I think that he was weird, so I just pretended like he was a normal person sitting there.
The moment I got off the bus, then I realised, he was actually travelling on his own. I was actually impressed by that thought that he was travelling on his own. Damn, people here are so independent. If these people were to be walking about the streets of KL, everybody will be giving them that 'OMG YOU ARE SO WEIRD' look. :/
It wasn't the first time seeing people like him. This one was the innocent, happy kind of 'mentally retarded' person. You somehow can sense that he wouldn't do any harm, any how. There was once where I saw one 'crazy' person in a Tram. This one gave me a little creep somehow. Like that sense where he would probably get angry if I were to look at him any longer. :|
People here are so independent. The elderlys, the impaired, and these special people. There was nothing to worry about if they were to linger around all by themselves. It does make me feel proud of their effort somehow.
...
I NEED MONEY TO DO MORE SHOPPING! OMG.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Every Tuesday morning. This same thing happens every single Tuesday morning. How much more coincidental can this get? Only thing I can think of at the moment would be that something somewhere is trying to make me learn my lesson. Fact is, I rather not learn from this. What comes after this is almost always ridiculous.
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I need to buy myself more shorts. Heh. It takes a much shorter time to dry at this current weather we are headed for. Cold wind. It confuses ne if my clothes are properly dry or otherwise.
Cooking has been a method for me to test out my inner cooking 'talent'. Talent would not be the perfect vocab for this context, cooking is more like a way for me to save money. Once a week, I would do my grocery shopping that would normally last me about two weeks. But because I didnt want to feel restricted to the choices if food to cook or even eat, I tend to go grocery shopping every week, just to keep my temptations satisfied. ;) Seriously, food makes me happy!! =')
Though I have this guilty feeling every single time I do my grocery shopping, as though I am spending more than needed. Average weekly grocery shopping would be about... Okay, maybe not average. I shall give a range! 30 to 50 weekly. Yes. The days when I spend 50, I will be feeling guilty. But if brought to reality, I am actually saving much more when I cook at home. One meal could easily eat up 8 dollars; and that is the cheapest to fill my tummy with proper food. At this stage, I would only pay for food if it is big enough to fill my increased appetite since I came here. Hrmmm.
That extreme happiness I get when I finally have good food to fill my desperateness for food, whatever cost that comes with it would be extremely stupendous-ly satisfying. :D
Not to mention free food too. It makes me feel like a leech, but screw that, free food is just... <3. Especially when I am pining my stomach yo save money.
Besides, I think I am getting better at cooking too. Hah! Thanks to my 16 years of standing by the side of the kitchen watching my aunt cook. I admit, there are times where I may be clueless still, but I had a rough idea in how it would turn out to be.
Troublesome part about cooking now, is that I need to plan what I am supposed to cook. (facepalm) It used to be me being all worried that my meal would turn into something nasty that I wouldn't eat afterwards. I learnt to put full attention to what I want to cook, to prevent from starving. Heh. ;)
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Like I said, what comes after that is completely ridiculous. Same goes to Thursdays. -.-
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I need to buy myself more shorts. Heh. It takes a much shorter time to dry at this current weather we are headed for. Cold wind. It confuses ne if my clothes are properly dry or otherwise.
Cooking has been a method for me to test out my inner cooking 'talent'. Talent would not be the perfect vocab for this context, cooking is more like a way for me to save money. Once a week, I would do my grocery shopping that would normally last me about two weeks. But because I didnt want to feel restricted to the choices if food to cook or even eat, I tend to go grocery shopping every week, just to keep my temptations satisfied. ;) Seriously, food makes me happy!! =')
Though I have this guilty feeling every single time I do my grocery shopping, as though I am spending more than needed. Average weekly grocery shopping would be about... Okay, maybe not average. I shall give a range! 30 to 50 weekly. Yes. The days when I spend 50, I will be feeling guilty. But if brought to reality, I am actually saving much more when I cook at home. One meal could easily eat up 8 dollars; and that is the cheapest to fill my tummy with proper food. At this stage, I would only pay for food if it is big enough to fill my increased appetite since I came here. Hrmmm.
That extreme happiness I get when I finally have good food to fill my desperateness for food, whatever cost that comes with it would be extremely stupendous-ly satisfying. :D
Not to mention free food too. It makes me feel like a leech, but screw that, free food is just... <3. Especially when I am pining my stomach yo save money.
Besides, I think I am getting better at cooking too. Hah! Thanks to my 16 years of standing by the side of the kitchen watching my aunt cook. I admit, there are times where I may be clueless still, but I had a rough idea in how it would turn out to be.
Troublesome part about cooking now, is that I need to plan what I am supposed to cook. (facepalm) It used to be me being all worried that my meal would turn into something nasty that I wouldn't eat afterwards. I learnt to put full attention to what I want to cook, to prevent from starving. Heh. ;)
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Like I said, what comes after that is completely ridiculous. Same goes to Thursdays. -.-
Sunday, April 1, 2012
ooh. GUMMI BEARS!
Have been sleeping on the floor for the past two nights already. For at least an hour before moving back to my bed. I do miss that queen sized bed back at home when I do happen to think of it. It's huge and I could sprawl all over the whole bed; one leg at each ends. :P Stretching while sleeping, how is that not comfortable? Being confined into a small place while your mind is off in millions of directions, didn't feel quite right at all. HAHA
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There is this one thing that I have noticed while I travel in buses around here. During the weekdays, it is very rare to see elderlys on the bus. But I did some travelling on weekends from time to time, and I get amused by the fact that the bus is occupied at least 50% elderlys. Normally during the early hours, but still, >50%. That smile on their faces when they are with their friends, that enthusiastic glow they have when they are travelling alone to somewhere else, it made me smile watching that from the back of the bus. It does take effort for them to travel without a youngster on their tail, it makes me have that somesort of proud moment that they are taking the initiative to get out and find some enjoyment in life. Though they may be slightly clumsy at times, but they look so adorable!
Without fail, when this happens, I can't help but to have a few thoughts about my grandma. :)
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People can never understand my 'dialect/slang' here. I don't know why. Probably speaking to funnily around them.
Owh well. It gets a little annoying when they don't understand a crap I am saying. It isn't as though I am speaking a foreign language to them, just that my pronuntiation is different, very different from theirs. Even from time to time, I don't understand what they were saying. Communication breakdown in the language of English. Can't believe this is actually happening. (FACEPALM) When I see asians, I will automatically switch back to my Malaysian slang. Without realising it. HAHAHA! Until they start replying me in the Aussie accent, then I remembered, 'Oh, right.'
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My Friday gaming days have been disrupted to a point where it could no longer be saved. It brought realisation that things like these are things that would only happen once; the awesome one time, and then everyone will say we will need to have another one, but that 'another one' never comes back. It gets a little frustrating sometimes. Through all those enthusiasm, it all came down to only false hopes. Fact that uni is taking a toll on everyone, it shows pretty dramatically.
Change happens, sometimes too fast where we would be thrown off course for abit, refusing the change. Things will change regardless if you like it or not. hrmmmmm...
It's a transition for sure.
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Did a volunteer work yesterday! For a charity event, save the children... or some crap. Just thought of filling up my days with something to do, and it was a choice well picked. :D Got to interact with some kids and also got to meet new friends. Knowing that I may not meet these people again, I just didn't care what they thought of me. I really didn't care. :O
It was my first time! And I enjoyed it. :)
Then that night I went for an Opera that was showing in uni. I guess I was too tired, I couldn't follow the flow of the whole thing. I was even happy that the female actress finally died in the play. HAHAHAAHH! Pretty sure I wanted it to end as soon as it can so I could come home and get my much needed sleep. :P
But I really couldn't see how people can actually understand the story line when EVERY SINGLE WORD IS SUNG in that opera tone. At least in musical, you have story line and music, but this is a blend of both. It still confuses me on the point of singing every single word. And there was only ONE PART of the whole 2.5hours play where they talked. That was like 10words. I LAUGHED. Quite unstrategically, cause it was the scene where the girl died. HAHAHAHAHAH. oops.
Good experience still. :)
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I need more gummi bears...
Have been sleeping on the floor for the past two nights already. For at least an hour before moving back to my bed. I do miss that queen sized bed back at home when I do happen to think of it. It's huge and I could sprawl all over the whole bed; one leg at each ends. :P Stretching while sleeping, how is that not comfortable? Being confined into a small place while your mind is off in millions of directions, didn't feel quite right at all. HAHA
...
There is this one thing that I have noticed while I travel in buses around here. During the weekdays, it is very rare to see elderlys on the bus. But I did some travelling on weekends from time to time, and I get amused by the fact that the bus is occupied at least 50% elderlys. Normally during the early hours, but still, >50%. That smile on their faces when they are with their friends, that enthusiastic glow they have when they are travelling alone to somewhere else, it made me smile watching that from the back of the bus. It does take effort for them to travel without a youngster on their tail, it makes me have that somesort of proud moment that they are taking the initiative to get out and find some enjoyment in life. Though they may be slightly clumsy at times, but they look so adorable!
Without fail, when this happens, I can't help but to have a few thoughts about my grandma. :)
...
People can never understand my 'dialect/slang' here. I don't know why. Probably speaking to funnily around them.
Owh well. It gets a little annoying when they don't understand a crap I am saying. It isn't as though I am speaking a foreign language to them, just that my pronuntiation is different, very different from theirs. Even from time to time, I don't understand what they were saying. Communication breakdown in the language of English. Can't believe this is actually happening. (FACEPALM) When I see asians, I will automatically switch back to my Malaysian slang. Without realising it. HAHAHA! Until they start replying me in the Aussie accent, then I remembered, 'Oh, right.'
...
My Friday gaming days have been disrupted to a point where it could no longer be saved. It brought realisation that things like these are things that would only happen once; the awesome one time, and then everyone will say we will need to have another one, but that 'another one' never comes back. It gets a little frustrating sometimes. Through all those enthusiasm, it all came down to only false hopes. Fact that uni is taking a toll on everyone, it shows pretty dramatically.
Change happens, sometimes too fast where we would be thrown off course for abit, refusing the change. Things will change regardless if you like it or not. hrmmmmm...
It's a transition for sure.
...
Did a volunteer work yesterday! For a charity event, save the children... or some crap. Just thought of filling up my days with something to do, and it was a choice well picked. :D Got to interact with some kids and also got to meet new friends. Knowing that I may not meet these people again, I just didn't care what they thought of me. I really didn't care. :O
It was my first time! And I enjoyed it. :)
Then that night I went for an Opera that was showing in uni. I guess I was too tired, I couldn't follow the flow of the whole thing. I was even happy that the female actress finally died in the play. HAHAHAAHH! Pretty sure I wanted it to end as soon as it can so I could come home and get my much needed sleep. :P
But I really couldn't see how people can actually understand the story line when EVERY SINGLE WORD IS SUNG in that opera tone. At least in musical, you have story line and music, but this is a blend of both. It still confuses me on the point of singing every single word. And there was only ONE PART of the whole 2.5hours play where they talked. That was like 10words. I LAUGHED. Quite unstrategically, cause it was the scene where the girl died. HAHAHAHAHAH. oops.
Good experience still. :)
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I need more gummi bears...
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