It Finally Clicked

Was watching the movie "Click" with Fion this afternoon whilst having a late lunch after returning from university.

Something weird happened. I teared at the scene where Adam Sandler was about to die, and he mumbled faintly, "family comes first..." So touching! Felt so odd when that two drop of tears ran down my cheeks.

Din't happen the first time I watched it though... Hmmm, wonder why. Anyways, watched it the second time - still love this movie to bits: both touching and hilarious.

[Dammit... You made me tear! Wooo...]

She Strikes Back

She's back! She's back! The weird Japanese lady from 3rd floor, flat 9 is back and she is getting on my nerves!

Oh, the countless times I've tried to avoid her - how many times have I bashed on the "close" button on the lift when I see her coming in from the front door of the building? Oh God, forgive me.

Today, my luck ran out. I went out for a breath of fresh air after a long revision period... And there she was - dressed in pink pajamas walking towards my block. Yes, I took uncalled for detour and walked towards other blocks just to avoid her. I've even shoved those Sony bombastic headphones into my ears just in case she started shouting my name out loud from afar. Guilty as charged.

After 10 quiet minutes, it's time to proceed back to my table for more revision. Just when I thought "hahaha.... I've outsmarted that eastern freak... I've certainly showed her..." - she suddenly appeared out of the lift, like one of those horror stories: you know, the ones where eerie music plays and then the lift slowly creaks open and a boney female figure with long hair jumps out to scare the hell out of you.

Ohhh... Shit... Here we go, time to face my fears:

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Weird Japanese Lady: "You just came back from New Samsi?"

[WTF? Why does it matter so much to you where I've been? Where do you think I've been wearing bermuda shorts and a hoodie?]

Me: "No, I'm revising at home tonight."

Weird Japanese Lady: [Pointing at my bermuda shorts...] "You got coins?"

[Great, now she's asking for money...]

Me: "Nope, I've only got my flat keys with me."

Weird Japanese Lady: "You got phone?"

[Now she wants my mobile phone?]

Me: [Empties my pockets] "No, just my flat keys."

Weird Japanese Lady: "Owh... You live by yourself?"

[OMG... She's coming... She's coming to my flat! Quick! A plan to put her off...]

Me: No, errr... my girlfriend comes over to stay very often.

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Once again, her face expression changes, and she jus turned away and left. I know, I know... I've been using my girlfriend as a full-proof excuse. What a way to put a determined woman off. Seriously, I'm going to triple check my door tonight, making sure its psyco-proof.

Weird Japanese Lady

I've always known she was weird. Yes, I'm talking about that Japanese lady living in 3rd floor, flat 9. Rumours were that: This 25+ looking Japanese lady is a lil' crazy (according to what her flatmates told me when we were stuck downstairs during a false fire alarm), and she would carry her barbie doll to university and would talk to herself. You smell that? It's the smell of danger.

I met her, coincidentally in the life today, and we had the most bizarre conversation ever. Either she was hitting on me (in a manner which is rather desperate) or she is just overly friendly, in a scary kind of way:

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Weird Japanese Lady: "You just came back from New Samsi?"

[Immediately, I regret telling her that I worked there... That's 2 years ago.]

Me: "No, I'm studying at home tonight."

Weird Japanese Lady: [Giggles...] "You should come cook for me, maybe this Sunday. We can have a lil' party."

[WTF? Do I even know you? I could be a serial killer and you've just invited me to your flat just like that?]

Me: [Forced a smile...] Erm, it's Chinese New Year this Sunday, I'm having dinner over at a friend's place actually.

Weird Japanese Lady: "Maybe some other time?"

[So there I was, burning brain cells in my head to find an excuse to get out of this twisted situation. Even better, if she was indeed hitting on me, I'd have to clear things out so she wouldn't bother me in future...]

Me: "Yeah, maybe some other time, but I left my blender at my girlfriend's place."

[There was awkward silence followed by the sound of "ding" which broke the silence, and the lift door opened into the 3rd floor where my salvation lies. She just quietly rushed out without a word.]

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Blender at my girlfriend's place? Geeez... When did I learn to lie like that? ^^ Better double check my front door lock before I go to bed tonight.

My Theory

Ohhh... Ohhh... I came up with a bizarre theory yesterday. Last night, as I was lying comfortably on my bed, Chung Fui the philosopher came up with the most ingenius theory about food. Yes, Chung Fui thinks about food before he goes to sleep... Anyways, moving on...

Everyone goes out to have a meal, and to a certain extent (applies more to us Malaysians who really know our good food I suppose) we expect to eat good food. Fact.

My theory = when people go out they have either one of the 2 mentalities:

1) Me want go out. Me want have food. Me get good food. Me complain if no get good food.
2) Me want go out. Me want to be adventurous. Me try new food. Me no complain if food no good.

Basically, what I'm trying to get through is: we bear either one of these mentality when we go out to have a meal. Either we feel like having good food, we would go to a well known restaurant and order a decent dish which is known to be good. If it falls below expectations- then we complain, and we get upset. However, if we decide to go out for a meal but feeling rather adventurous, we are emotionally prepared to try new interesting dishes (expecting it to be good, average or bad) without high expectations, hence we end up not complaining too much if the food is up to standard or not. We probably just wouldn't return or order that particular dish again.

There you go. Chung Fui the philosopher has spoken.

Valentine's Day

It seems, without fail - I managed to post a post on Valentine's Day for the past 2 years. Both were rather solemn; both were regarding "how I spent my Valentine's Day at work" and how shit they were. Basically.

This year, for the 3rd time - my services at the restaurant are once again required during Valentine's Day. It's almost a compulsory thing. I guess someone appreciates my services.

Anyways, I received the most unusual Valentine's Day present from my girlfriend the other day. She bought me a waffle-making machine! It's superb! It's one of those "awww... Want one of those in my kitchen" kind of equipment. Now I have it. ^^

As for my belated birthday present, she is giving me a hand-knitted scarf which wouldn't be ready anytime soon, but I'm already loving it already. ^^

[Waffle-making machine... Always wanted one of those...]

I'm Not Very Bright

I HATE mathematics. Fact. Hence, I HATE chemistry and physics too. Naturally. I believe its not just a personal ill preference - but more like a faulty genetic code within me. Perhaps I'm just dumb. Oh... This reminds me so many of my funny secondary school experiences:

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Me: "Excuse me sir, what's "C to the power of twelve"?"

Chemistry Teacher: "That would be "carbon twelve"."

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Me: "Sorry, sir. I forgot to bring that chart."

Chemistry Teacher: "It's called a periodic table."

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No joke. I can still remember clearly what my mathematics teacher wrote on my report card, it wasn't pleasing at all:

"Chung Fui lacks the basic comprehension for mathematical logic and finds it difficult to understand simple equations and formulas... It would be wise to not pursue a career in this field of subject..."

Hence when Fion was busy finding mathematical solutions for secondary standard mathematic questions (she works part-time at a school), I gladly stood aside, knowing if I helped, I might cost her her job.

[I'm sorry, Albert... I've failed you...]

An Innocent Virgin

Just remembered a funny conversation I had with the lads working in the kitchen. One of the lads, the dishwasher, is a virgin. So we really bombarded him with tons of questions - both for his own knowledge and for a bit of entertainment/laughter. Here are a few of the funny conversations that we had, hope our joke din't mislead him.

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Dishwasher: "So... How many holes are there actually down there?"

Chef A: "Technically 3, visually 2, but actually 1."

Dishwasher: "Wah... So confusing."

Chef B: "Just don't plug it in the wrong hole. It's the second one."

Me: "You won't get it wrong. It's pretty obvious."

Dishwasher: "OMG, I've got to write this down."

[Everyone bursts out laughing...]

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Dishwasher: "So... How do you wear a condom?"

Me: [Pretends to wear it on my finger] "Like this."

Chef B: [Pretends to wear it over his head] "Or like this."

Chef A: "Or you can just pull it all the way down like a bank robber."

Dishwasher: "So... Do you put it on your finger or over your head?"

[Everyone bursts out laughing...]

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Chef A: "A woman likes a guy who makes funny noises in bed."

Me: "Yeah, they also like men who wear kinky thongs."

Chef B: "Yup, and they also liked to be slapped."

Dishwasher: [After some serious pondering...] "So... When I have sex, all I have to do is to wear a glow in the dark underwear, slap her butt cheeks and bark like a dog?"

[Everyone bursts out laughing...]

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A Meaningful Q & A

Was popping by Allysa's blog for my daily regular visit when I stumbled across this meaningful list. I think its time we all reflect on our own lives this Chinese New Year.

Q: Who made a difference in your life?
A: Easy. God did. Although he doesn't really shine through me; neither am I a matyr for his teachings - but yes, he changed my life.

Q: Who stood with you through thick and thin?
A: My closest friends, too many to name. They were always the first one there when I needed someone most, and provided the care and advice needed.

Q: Who looked beyond your imperfections and loved you still?
A: It's got to be my mother. I know, although its her undying duty, but she has taken alot of shit from me and still loved me. Thank you mummy.

Q: Who made sacrifices just to see a smile on your face?
A: Erm... I've always been the one sacrificing for others, or perhaps I've never really realised how much someone has sacrificed for me? For all I know, now... Fion has sacrificed alot for me, and I cherrish every bit of it. Love you lots, Fion! ^^

Q: Who cared and nurtured you?
A: My mother when I was young, my sister (sruprisingly) when I'm at UK with her. Thank you Ee Min! ^^

Q: Who gave you the strength to carry on?
A: During my darkest hours, God has dug deep within me and provided me with unknown strength to carry on.

Q: Who left a mark in your life?
A: Good or bad, all my previous relationships. They have taught me to become the responsible loving person that I am today.

Q: Who encouraged you?
A: God has encouraged me numerous times by showing me the light at the end of the tunnel, when it seemed as though whatever I did was futile.

Q: Who listened to your hurts?
A: Friends. All of them. I've shared my good deal of venting with them.

Q: Who told you what's right and wrong?
A: One word. Mother. She is my personal Justice Pao. ^^

Q: Who made you laugh?
A: Those dirty kinky lads I work with in the restaurant - they really cracked me up. I think I've done more laughing in the past 3 years than my entire life.

Q: Who desire to the see best in you?
A: No one else deserves to see this more than my mother. She has sacrificed quite enough for me.

Q: Who saw what lies beneath your heart?
A: God, only you know everything.

Q: Who blessed you with gifts?
A: Never really received gifts. Not a frequent receiver.

Q: Who gave you another chance?
A: God has provided my with many oppurtunities in my life, and He will do so in future.

Q: Who believed in you?
A: My mother has always believed in me, and I constantly let her down. I hope I can make it up to her in the near future.

Q: Who inspired you to be a better person?
A: Let's just say... God has made me more understanding and matured, even for my age.

Q: Who helped you in regaining a healthy self-esteem?
A: In general, I'm full of self-esteem when I'm in love. I guess love drives me and gives me strength to carry on.

Q: Who saw your needs?
A: God does. He definately do. I pray whenever I need emotional support.

Q: Who taught you think outside 'the box'?
A: Those street-wise lads & lass in the restaurant I work in. Man, they sure do open up my eyes in many wonderous ways.

Q: Who accepted you when you found it hard to accept yourself?
A: Only God accepts me as who I am, and loves me for who I am.

Q: Who helped you see the value of life?
A: God does. I see a purpose in my life now, so I shall life it to the fullest!