What's This Tag Tag Business?

Ok, apparently I've been tag. What is that supposed to mean? Anyhow, play along I guess.

Q: How many schools did I go to?
A: Quite enough I believe so, damn tired of studying already... Don't worry... Just a couple more years to go... I suppose the question should've been "which schools did I attend"? Let me see: Tadika Villamaria, Kuen Cheng 2, Methodist College, Oundle School & University of Manchester.

Q: Was I the studious nerd, or the last minute hero?
A: Being Malaysian, who isn't the last minute hero? God knows how many midnight oils I've burned, I probably owe Shell a big ass bill by now.

Q: Was I the class ‘taiko’ or the teacher’s pet?
A: Funny this: I was a as "tai" as you can go in a "taiko" in primary school, no joking. Ask my friend Li Ann, right Li Ann? =P However: I suddenly became a quiet boy when I reached secondary school. I became a prefect and was considered the unsociable lot. Then - I came to UK and guess what? I became a chamelion and blended in both. I still do. Perhaps that's why some people can't really understand me well.

Q: What was the biggest rule I broke in school?
A: Oooo... this is shameful, but it's a long time ago anyways so I guess no harm telling. I remember I wrote an X-rated poem and passed it around the class for a laugh. The X-rated poem involved something regarding lying naked on the beach drinking Coca-Cola with references mainly about the female mammary glands. The problem was: it was when I was in standard 4. Worse still, I got caught by my BM teacher Puan Beh. My mother had to see the principal and I nearly got public whacking if it wasn't for the forgetful principal. Told you I was a "taiko" din't I? =P

Q: Three subjects I enjoyed.
A: 1) History 2) Geography 3) English

Q: Three teachers that inspired me.
A: When I was naughty, the teachers despised me; when I was good, the teachers do not notice me. Hard to say which teacher inspired me. BUT, there is only ONE teacher whom I will always remember. When other teachers gave up on me, she had the patience to see me through the bad times. Mrs. Choong of S class (1995-1997), I will always remember you. Every summer, I never fail to go back to my primary school just to visit her. Her smiles says it all.

Q: People I tag:
A: Those "mou liew" enough to do this apart from me. =P

Thoughts on a Sleepless Night

It's 5am in the morning now and I'm tossing and turning in bed. My body seems tired, but my mind just can't seem to switch off. Perhaps its the recent illness I had which I still feel aching on my chest. Perhaps because I'm starting to miss home and looking forward to June when I go home for summer. Perhaps its been the recent workload I'm getting for missing 2 weeks of lectures. I don't know.

My mind drifted off once again, into the world of the unknown - that usually means the past or the future.

A few things came across my mind and though while I'm typing this now, I feel hessitant and reluctant to share it, but I suppose sharing is better than locking it up all inside. Anyway, here goes.

1) In 2 years time, I will be graduating. I've pictured myself starting my own business. I've a feeling its something very very random. Don't be surprise if I end up opening a Japanese restaurant or a sandwich bar.

2) I touched my aching chest and thought about my illness. I wondered, if pain can linger around for weeks, does that mean it might be something serious? Don't be surprise one day in the near future if I announce I will be dying of lung cancer and only have a few months to live.

3) I thought about my love life. I've had 3 ex-girlfriends in total starting when I was 18. One of them was childish and naive, one of them thought she knew it all and knew whats best, and another one was just a lil' too confused about everything. Nevertheless, I loved them each dearly... But it makes me wonder how my next girlfriend's going to be. Perhaps a tiny bit crazy and mental? I don't even want to think about it. Brings back nightmares and unwanted emotions.

4) I thought about my younger days. It seemed that if I had decided a few decision differently, I wouldn't have ended up here today typing this. Let me give you a run through on how I might have turned out to be: A 21 year old boy whom finished up to his Form 5 in Methodist College, then followed his sister's footsteps and enrolled for A levels in Taylors College. My mother would not allow me to go out wit my friends to Megamall because its dangerous and the overprotected me would still be ever so simple and innocent. I probably find a nerdy girlfriend, would probably still be with her now. Later go overseas to Australia (it seems everybody goes there) and choose the same university as my girlfriend. I would probably take civil engineering or computer programming as a degree and struggle with it and end up being friends with a childish group of Malaysian friends whom all they talk about is computer games and buying new gatgets. I would end up getting fat and would return back to Malaysian ever so often since its so near. I would be sitting here typing this well shielded in absolute bliss from the harsh world outside. It would have been interesting to see that part of me - though I'm pretty sure I've chosen a better route.

Time to try my luck at sleeping again. It seems the screwed up journey is not reaching its destination anytime soon. Stay tuned.

Good Looking Guys

Just a recent hot topic between my friends.

We were wondering: why good looking guys can't get a decent girlfriend.

Explaination: every decent girl out there ultimately desires a guy whom can provide security - both emotional and physical security. However, good looking guys will also be idolised by the female community - not very good for emotional security. Also - not to be sexist: yes, maybe the good looking guys is generally a playboy and use his good looks to charm his way in and out of girls.

Case study: I used to know a distant friend, my junior from Methodist College. She was the most popular and most sought after girl in school. She was sexy, pretty, had sharp features, had all the curves... In the right places. It was as if she was a giant magnet for courting guys. However, she ended up dating a decent average Joe. When I say average Joe I mean he doesn't come close in anyway, compared to her. Reason? She was sick of all the good looking but hollow charmers so she settles with Mr. average Joe. Whether she really loves him? I don't know.

Conclusion: a good looking guy will usually have a naughty girlfriend. However, a DECENT good looking guy: will end up with no one. Of course, this is open for discussion. =P

[Johnny: "Are we decent guys?" Orlando: "I don't know, do we have naughty girlfriends?"]

Highway to Hell

OMG!!! This must be the worst illness I've encountered in my life! A combination of chest infection + cold + sore throat = a one way ticket to valley of the death!

Let me tell you the symptoms: you'll feel your lungs heavily clogged up with thick thick plegm. Plegm so thick, that if you're lucky, you get to spit a tiny amount of those lil' bastards out after 20 minutes of typical Chinamen sorting here n there. Once you dispose of the phlegm on to the sink, turning on the normal tap water will NOT flush those lil' bastards away! Instead, guidance from your lil' finger would be needed to assist them on their journey to the water treatment plant. you will also feel occurrence of constand headache and fever which thankfully - a constant dose of paracetamol will sort it out immediately. Your nose will be blocked 24-7. Miraculous sticky phelgm will stick to your throat causing pain and soreness which quite remarkably: won't move despite many methods of coughing technique implied upon it. Symptoms usually worst during the morning when you wake up.

Now then... I guess nobody can blame me for missing lectures and not updating my blog eh?

Updates

Whoa... Neglect abit and I actually get missed? That's a first. Anyway, can't really think of anything constructive to say: so let me just tell you about what's been going on and on my mind these days.

Chest infection: got a terrible dry cough with horrible pain in the chest... You know... The one where your lungs are filled with phlegm and you seem to speak in hypersonic (nothing comes out) when you try to speak. Doesn't make it much better considering the fact that I can't cut down on smoking and lack of sleep. Fact: I'm going to die very soon. At least I know some people DO miss me out there. =)

Discussions with friends: 1) They say a girl prefers a guy whom is confident with himself; yet she gets intimidated as she feels inferior if she is confident, even cocky perhaps. So... Confident or not confident? That's the question. 2) If humans can clone themselves, would it be the same if a clone cloned a clone? 3) When a girl asks for a guys phone number, it is said there can only be 2 reasons - either they need your help or they are flirting with you... True?

New recipe: mastered the "mah poh tofu" now finding the perfect combination for "teo chiew prawn porridge".

Desire: 1) Anime! Bleach episode 52 onwards until new episode 71 please Allen! 2) Korean drama series! Stairway to Heaven complete episode (including the missing last 2 episodes please Vicky! =P

Realisation: As my laptop has a wide wide screen, not everyone can view my blog layout properly as I do! How to fix it leh? =(

Activities: Manchester Malaysian Night 2006! Apparently I'm being assigned to a Chinese dance + ushering. Interesting... =P

Erm... I think that's about it. Really. Oh... I just went down to London to visit old friends and watch Imperial College's Malaysian Night. Will be posting some photos taken soon, depending when Allen passes them to me of course!