Comfort Food

How do you define "comfort food"? Well, in UK - it doest get better than: cramming in a small living room with family and friends eating steamboat.

[Ee Min, my sister, Vicky my best friend, and Fion my girlfriend - the perfect company...]

Bored Sunday @ the Japanese Restaurant

And guess what my "si-heng" and me created whilst working at the sushi bar?

[Japanese version of Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake"... ^^]

We call it the "Swan Swimming in the Pool"... Geng leh... ^^

Crime Scene

Just 2 nights ago, Fion and I decided to sneak out for a quick late night supper to Tai Wu Chinese Restaurant at 2AM despite our strict diet routines. Our way home was predictably dangerous for a Friday night - rowdy, noisy and full of drunk bastards and bitches, as usual. I was careful enough to pull her close to me as we walked home.

When we turned into a lil' junction to avoid the full contact of the crowd. We started to see lil' pieces of cards on the floor. How odd, we thought.

As we walked a few more steps, we saw more familiarised cards: the usual Sainsbury card, Boots card etc... We walked on.

Soon, it was getting a lil' suspicious. We started seeing a pair of keys, and finally... A woman's wallet. True enough, we saw a crime scene. As o ne would feel, we started feeling rather unsecured. Fion had that disgusted look on her face and started grabbing my arms tightly.

However, it was the last sight which really spooked us out. A distance later we stumbled accros unmistakebly drops of blood. Then more drops of blood. Then even more drops of blood. Needless to say, we quickened our pace out of there, only to be relieved to be back at home.

Welcome to Manchester, people.

PS: I had m new Fujifilm Z3 Finepix camera with me, but unfortunately was to horrified to be ammusingly taking pictures, so... Sorry folks, it's imagination time, I guess.

The Price of Education

Mum used to always tell me, "a lil' more education never hurt anybody..." Funny thing actually: because how dastardly education can be almost entirely depend on how we treat it. If one could take or afford failure; then cruising pass university years ain't too bad at all. However, being sensible like the rest of us; we know well enough to treat education seriously like the key that will keep us from hunger in the future. I took my education seriously, and have paid the price for it. Here's an example:

Chungy used to be a easy-go-lucky sort of guy, and could sleep with ease within minutes of collapsing on the bed. Regardless of noise, light or any other disturbances, he could sleep like a baby.

Since coming to university, my sleeping patterns have drastically shifted day and night; not to mention the lack of sleep. I know... I hear most of you saying, "you're not the only one..." True. However, an originally good natured Chungy has lost his ability to sleep soundly. Now, I'd be lucky to fall asleep within 1 hour of rolling around the bed. Also, I'd be lucky to sleep for more than 5 hours a day (even after exams).

Who said no one even paid the price for education? I certainly did.

After Thoughts

Just 4 months ago, I felt like a cow in a slaughter house, you know, the feeling of being one of those roast duck hanging on chinese chicken rice shop. This final academic year of mine have taken a huge bite out of my life and soul.

Its just how this course is planned out. I have been working my 12,000 words dissertation well early since January. Then when its finally done and over with in April: I get served 3 more 2,500 words essays for completion in 2 weeks time. I understand lecturers pushing due dates after dissertation deadline - but how does one expect quality in such short amount of time? A week after all assignments are due: I get exams slapping right in the middle of my face like "KAPOW!", like in the cartoons. Unless they did it on purpose, they forgot the tiny detail of allocating revision time for us 3rd year/final year students.

I was more than just tired. I was exhausted, drained of motivation and life itself. A friend recently met me (after dissapearing since January), told me that my face seemed to lack the brilliance it once had. She was right - I now look like a worn, torn, lifeless peice of junk.

After my last exam, I just threw all my notes away and recuperated slightly with a 15 hour sle... errr... coma. I was literally unconcious. Now, I'm finally able to pick up the pieces of my life and plan for the future.

[Yeap, final year at university DID feel like that... I was choking too...]