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2006-11-11T02:49:00.000Z

Can someone believe London with a 33 degree celcius night at this time?

11/11/2006. Autumn(which actually means its as cold as winter).

No? I can't either. Someone has messed up the system I think.

Its taken from my desktop. London, 33 degree celcius and its raining outside. I'm missing home now.

Anyway, its been a while since I last wrote something here! I forgot the password to log in to blogger, and it took me a while to figure out wat to click so that I can post a new entry. Just got my internet connection (after a month for goodness sake). How did I survive?

Definitely not studying. That reminds me, I have plenty of studies to catch up.

Thanks for still coming to this page. Get you some sweets next time =)! (you definitely get some Uebel)

Hard Gay

2006-05-30T00:58:00.000+01:00

Design project, stressful! =(

We feel extremely lifeless and stressed up everyday with our design projects. To do things that we are not familiar with at all. To learn to master things that is out of our field of studies in a day or two is really driving our brain nuts!

Etc etc etc....

This entry, however, is not to complain about our work. I am here to focus on how we cope with our stress level. Too much of hydrogen buses, waste management and robotic vacuum cleaner, hence, we turn to Hard Gay to destress ourselves.

TRY!

Exam stress? No problem... Hard Gay will help!

Coursework stress like us? No worries, we have Hard Gay!

The latest idol of 122A: HARD GAY!!! HOOOO!!!

T_T 1 Litre Of Tears

2006-05-22T01:22:00.000+01:00

I don't normally cry after watching movies, or dramas.

In fact, I have never. And most of the time, I watch shows with a bunch of friends. So, sometimes horror movies become comedy to us, and the effect of sad movies doesn't seem to have any influence on us. Probbaly due to the companion, and also the conversation that arises during the movies that has calmed the tensed up emotion that we have.

But not this one.

1 Litre Of Tears (Ichi Rittoru no Namida).

The first drama I have shedded my tears on (together with 3 other guys).

Truly highly recommended.

It's not like some tragic korean dramas which have little sense. This is tragic, upsetting, yet thought provoking. The tears are shedded because of Aya (the leading character), Aya's thought, Aya's family, Aya's friends, and above all, the positiveness that she held throughout the whole 11 episodes.

I believe I would have depression now, if it is not because of Aya's father's hilarious jokes and actions in the drama.

The impact of this show is so strong, I believe, not only because it is based on a true story, the drama has also portrayed that it is something extremely unfortunate that could happen to anyone, anyone of us (touch wood) without any explanation, any cause, or any reason. And when it happens, how would we actually face such a cruel fact?

Just some after thoughts.

The fact is, I am still not able to clear my mind and move on. When I had my nap just now, the scenes of the drama kept on resurfacing on my head.

I need some laughter to cheer me up. Or at least, a few days.

Warning / Reminder:

If you want to release some tension and shed some tears, watch alone. 11 episodes, in 1 shot.

I haven't actually watched any sad movies with girls but according to expert Wee Yow, he reminds girls to prepare more tissue because he wetted his towel.

Guys? Have some companion (like what we did) to have the minimal effect. It is only minimal.

Take breaks in between.

What else?

Must watch. -Recommended by XQ, Yinky, Wee Yow and Goo-

And XQ are currently on search for some hilarious dramas so that we could have some therapy.

We lousy? You watch and tell us. *sob sob*

Working Together For A Safer London

2006-05-20T01:21:00.000+01:00

Last night, Vilex and I were working together with the Metropolitan Police for a safer London. And, we were extremely proud to receive this acknowledgement from the Metropolitan Police.

Thanks.

We want a safe London.

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Due to the group design project, we needed to scan some documents and drawings urgently to send to someone. And because there isn't any device called a scanner existing in 118A and 122A, we traveled to the library to have the documents scanned at 11:00 pm.

Yes, it was 11:00 pm. 23:00. I couldn't believe I was still going to uni at this hour, even after my exams. My life is sick!

I want to capture those people who are having holidays now, and own their holidays!

So yeah, we took a bus there, and by the time everything was accomplished, it was already 12:30 pm and the last bus back to our area was 12:20 pm. In frustration, we decided to climb over the fence of Hyde Park, and walk through the big pavement back to our place.

It was Vilex's first time. Well it wasn't mine because I had walked a few times with Patrick at midnight back to our house during our library session. It wasn't too bad to be frank. Obviously it is dodgy but when there's a company, it was alright, and it wasn't actually entirely dark. The night in London seems to be a bit orangy. Nothing happened to us before and we always reached home safely.

So, Vilex and I decided to take a short cut, climb through the locked gate, and walk back. It's really annoying when the alternative route would actually take us 40 minutes to 1 hour to get us back. And this way, spend us at most 20 minutes.

So, we walked, and walked, and talked. Just when we were discussing whether to climb through the fence or not at the exit, we saw a patrol car in front of us.

The headlights of the patrol car was off. Suddenly they went on, started flashing on us, and eventually the patrol car stopped next to us.

Obviously, we had to stopped as well.

2 words came to my mind at that moment : Hailat!
2 words went to Vilex's mind at that moment : Hamchat!

Two police officers came down, and started talking to us individually.

These are a few conversations that I recall we had.

Police: Hey young man, how did you get in here?
Me: Err.... I er.... climbed...?
Police: Do you know this place is locked and closed for a reason? When its closed, you are not allowed to come in.
Me: Yes I know (worrying face started to appear).
Police: Do you know you are offencing the law?
Me: I'm sorry but because I was in a rush, so I took a short cut back instead (had to fake a bit of stories).
Police: Yes, I understand but still, you are not allowed to do so.

He took out some forms,

Police: Well now that you have offended the law, and I have stopped you here, I need to do some paper work, have a record about you now. I need your details.

I was thinking, wahlau a summon? A fine? Court summon? OMG how I wished I was in Malaysia, then everything will be settled by RM50 (and then I get to go home safely).

Me: Yes sure alright you can have my details (HELL NO! I DON'T WANNA BE A CONVICT!)
Police: Alright, do you have any ID with you?
Me: (Passing him my student ID) Will I get any problem with this?
Police: If you are in trouble, you will definitely know at the moment when we stop you. It's just a record that we need to do, you know, whenever we stop or seach people. It's normal. You are not in any trouble.
Me: (A BIG BIG BIG BIG SIGH OF RELIEF.......) Oh alright. Phew.

So I was wrong. Metropolitan police are better than the kopi police in Malaysia. They don't charge and we are told directly we won't get into trouble. Malaysian police? Even if it's not offencing they would scare you with some words and try to con some kopi money. I have experienced too much of this on traffic last time. -_-

So this is how I was "acknowledged". With my big name on it.

The conversation continued:

Police: So what are you studying?
Me: Civil Engineering.
Police: You plan to stay here after graduation?
Me: Well, that really depends, if I could get a job here.
Police: You like London?
Me: Yeah well, it's not too bad actually. I kinda like it here. But the weather is horrible. It gets really freezing cold during winter.
Police: It's actually alright now. Back then when I was young, it was definitely much colder. Froze my ass off.
Me: Really? The other thing is, there is no spring this year. It just skipped from winter right to summer.
Police: Yeah, there is no seasons in London.

*This kinda conversation is more likely to occur when I sit and talk to some random uncle in some random kopitiam when I am buying Chu Cheong Fun.*

Police: So you know what you shouldn't have done yeah!
Me: Yes definitely, I am so sorry.

What have I done in a police's perspective? Read this.

Police: Of course I know you are not trying to cause any trouble here. But it can get really dodgy at night in Hyde Park. You might get robbed, stabbed or any crazy thing could happen. You get what I mean?

He knew I was harmless. Hence the N's below.

Police: Don't do this again next time young man. Just for your info, some guy was robbed here and the robbers were only 12 years old. So you know, it can get really dangerous out here.
Me: 12 years old? (I said it with a bit of laughter, coz I haven't heard of such stories before)
Police: Don't laugh.
Me: ............. (silent)
Police: Well of course I know you are not laughing because you think it's funny. You think it's ridiculous to have such young robbers running around in Hyde Park at night. I understand. It's true though. Just don't do this again alrite.
Me: Yes definitely.

Police: Basically London is a very safe place but at night, it's different stories.
Me: Yes I think so too (my ass!)

Frankly, I was expecting them to send Vilex and I home since they had a patrol car and also, since they sounded it was really dangerous out here, they might give us a free ride back!

Police: Alright mate. Don't do this again yea. Don't climb through the fence in front. There is a cut through at the left side of the gate. Take that way.

Then they went into the car, and drove off.

-_-

Apparently, Vilex said his officer was much stricter and very serious towards him. Freaked him out a bit.

Mine? Because he at the first place reassured me I wouldn't get into any trouble, I was more of talking to him casually without so much worries. =)

But what to say? We were lucky not to be summoned.

We were glad! We worked with 2 friendly (maybe 1) officers to keep London safe. That is what every resident in London should be responsible of! And I have just relished this responsibilities of mine! I am proud!

Yea right. Lucky bastard I am.

Short note:

When I went back home, I took a careful look at this copy of record he gave me. Scroll up to the 2nd picture, you will realise that I was stopped for a code D (stop code). So I turned to the other page, and tried to find out what was stop code D.

SOLI!!!

I was thinking, what? What did I carry? What offensive weapon? My bag? Or my ass?

And then I realised, there was another box section below, which indicated "Stop Code".

Oh, I referred to the wrong side. Phew.

Stop Code D: To investigate suspected crime/disorder/anti-social behaviour.

Please please tell me, I will be safe, I won't be summoned to court, I won't be black-listed, I won't be labelled a convict, I am still an innocent citizen of this world (think I was no longer one when I bribed the traffic police in Malaysia).

Okok, at least still an innocent citizen in London. Please tell me! Lawyers? Engineers? Doctors? Psychologists? Anyone? I need some reassurance from professions.

01:02:03 04-05-06, And More....

2006-05-17T00:33:00.000+01:00

01:02:03 04-05-06

The date which occurs only once in a century. An outdated post, I know.

But it was a special day for not one, but two of the Queensway comrades! =)

Patrick's 23rd and XQ's 22nd birthday.

In addition, the Civil Engineering people's exams on the next day. -_-"

But lets skip the exams part since it's already over! Jasmine and Cheryl ".......BAKED......." ( to be more exact, they bought a cake which was BAKED and sold in a pastry shop) a cheese cake and organised a celebration to surprise the two birthday birds (??).

Happy 23rd Birthday to Patrick! You are an old fart now! Hahaha... In fact, he is the oldest among us. Older than Jasmine. =P

Happy 22nd birthday to our computer genius and technician of 118A and 122A, Xue Quan!

As you know, 118A and 122A always promote harmonious, and ermm... gayness?

A group photo of us!

The girls were having some serious discussion. Never mess with them. Even the guys had to stand aside and let them settle their issue.

Exams stress, hence the spastic group picture! You can evaluate our stress level by analysing each person's level of spastic-ness.

XQ has seriously turned gay. He was grabbing Wee Yow's waist.....

And Wee Yow was definitely enjoying it!

The girls were obviously bursting in laughter because their exams hadn't started yet at that moment.

Hong Ling was lying on Patrick's broad and comfortable chest. Wonder how often they did that when Jasmine hasn't come back?

Vilex and Yinky? Sigh... They seemed so relieved and well prepared. Brainy, what to do?

Me? Ok ignore me I was kinda out of place I think.

But it was definitely a break that all of us needed to breathe, apart from lecture notes and past papers. The cheese cake was also what we needed, other than Red Bull we consumed. And as expected, back to studies right after the 2 hours break. =.=

Since I am at the topic of birthday parties, these are a few parties that I have attended throughout the year.
(Some didn't come with pictures, so are not shown here.)

Jon's birthday.

When the semester just started.
When everyone still looked fresh and energetic.
When everyone was still free from coursework and busy time table.

PE2'02, as crazy as ever!

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Your brother, me and my 21st birthday!

Remember it's 24th of January.

One of the pictures that covers most numbers of people who attended the dinner.

Err... ghost. *run*
=P

Gayness, again. Why err?
(My birthday is 24th of January)

Me and my birthday cake. A big thank you, deep from my heart!
(My birthday is 24th of January)

I was happy enough to french kissed the cake because the guys didn't intend to bash the birthday boy, me up or menge-tiangkan (carry a person, with his legs wide open and hit the pole/door/pose and etc. on the middle part over and over again, its over and over again to be noted) me.

*Sigh of relief*
(My birthday is on 24th of January. I bet you remember now. Thanks in advance for the presents and wishes and cards and cash!)

A group photo of us in the Mexican Restaurant.

Move to the next one.

Buzzer? (if I remember his name correctly, or Buzzy? Buzz? Bush?)

Yes we were at Planet Hollywood for Cheryl's 22nd birthday.

The group picture of the Queensway comrades!!

This was Chinese New Year dinner. We had a big feast in Chinatown, thanks to organizer Matthew.

I was holding the camera.

And after the dinner, I went to make some donation to Hard Rock. Urghhhh....

Yu Yhong's 16th (self claimed) birthday! We were in a Thai Restuarant.

Yu Yhong, the flatmate who is seldom at home. *Ahem*

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This was Santa Clause's Birthday on the 25th of December. No? Sorry.

This was taken during Christmas.

Me. Definitely not acting cool. I was just standing.

And we had a marvellous feast! Spent 2 days to prepare a roast turkey, mashed potatoes, macarone cheese (which didn't turn out well thanks to Mr. Lau) and etc. Quek, Ze Cheung, Ze Han and Mr. Lau were down for Christmas.

Definitely had a great time!

Not to forget Mr. Lau's gay dance! Shall show it in another post if there is a chance, and of course, if he doesn't mind.

He obviously wouldn't mind if it will attract any girls to him. Girls? Nickie? Ashlynn? Is he your cup of tea? (4th from the left) or any others?

DUMBbell and DUMBme

2006-05-13T00:46:00.000+01:00

So what do you think a dumbbell is used for?

Making you look like this?

(Woooo.... Check out the biceps and the 6 pacs.... Even I am drooling too....)

Other than that, let me show more of what the dumbbell in my house is capable of.

I was on the way to pick up my laundry last night, when I recevied a call from Mr. Lau. So we chatted about how life's going, how suckie exams was, and also, I was asking about Isle Of Wight because he has been there before.

I am not sure about others. But when I am on the phone, I will do something or take something which is within my reach and play with it.

E.g.

When I am holding a pen, I begin writing lots of characters in chinese and english on a piece of scrap paper.

Or,

I play around with my calculator by pressing the button 1 for 1000 times.

What else?

I take out my rings, play with them, wear them back, play with them, wear them back.... goes on and on until the phone call is over.

Yea, so these are a few examples of stuff that I do when I am talking on the phone. It is not like I am showing disrespect to the people I am talking to. I would say, it's more of me having itchy hands.

So guess what was within my reach last night when I was on the phone?

Yes, the bloody dumbbell.

I was rolling the dumbbell back and forth with my right feet, while I was on the phone with Uncle Lau. And I guess I was a bit hyper during the conversation (you know what Mr. Lau is capable of, he is damn good in arousing people, esp male -_-).

Rolling it back and forth, I suddenly saw this section of wall beneath the mirror of the wardrobe. By exerting a little force, I was aiming to roll the dumbbell and hit the wall section by the path shown below.

And yeah! I was actually very accurate because the dumbbell went the exact route that I wanted it to.

The problem is, I overestimated the gap which the dumbbell has to go through to hit the wall. Hence, instead of hitting the wall, it hit the mirror.

YES! IT BLOODY HIT THE BLOODY MIRROR! AARRRGGHHHHHHH........

And immediately, "Krrraannnggg"! And the mirror cracked.

I was stoned at that instant. Really stoned. More stoned than the moment when I looked at the exam papers and didn't know any hell about it.

Me: Fuck! Chau hai I broke the mirror!!!! OMG...
Mr. Lau: Hahahaha.... You gao dim your thing lar I speak to you later bye.
Me: ....................

Damn it! He was the one who aroused me and he just hung the phone without showing me any concern. -_-

I was seriously doomed at that moment. I took a closer look at the cracked mirror, and almost had depression.

What struck me was, Shit how much am I going to pay for this damage I have caused? I wasn't overworried at all. Look at the length of the mirror.

And once it had any minor crack, the whole thing has to be replaced! My mind went blank and I sat in front of the mirror, stoned.

The feeling was like, when Riquelme missed the 90th minute penalty against Arsenal that lead Arsenal to the Champions League Final.

XQ heard some sound (possibly the cracking sound, or the DIU from me) and came into my room to check out what was going on. After seeing the crack, his response was:" OMG Ah Goo, Soli! Seong seong!"

Yinky:" Don't think about it don't think about it!"

Wee Yow:" I think you can prepare 200 quids for replacement now."

-_-"

So I found out who I actually should not go to talk to when I was in deep shit. When I needed thousands of comforts. Hahaha....

I could no longer continue with my work and my brainstorming at that moment because I was seriously very bothered by the fact that I have to pay a big amount of money to replace it. It is a bloody big piece of mirror! Sigh....

After doing some googling online checking the market price of a custom made mirror, I was estimating, 100 quids perhaps?

And I just realised that, I had been really, really overoptimistic with my price estimation. T_T

I spoke to Jasmine moment ago and she told me last year when she accidentally broke the glass of the window, she paid 70 quids for it.

That was not the end of the case. She shared a room last year, and hence, 70 quids is half of the amount that had to be paid.

140 quids for the piece of glass on the window? How about my big piece of mirror? Gonna cost me a nuclear bomb!

But at least, at this moment, I have accepted the fact that I broke the mirror and I am ready to pay a sum of money. If she told me that last night, I could have sat in front of my wardrobe, stoned until spider web starts growing on me.

Brothers! Sisters! Please! It's either you guys raise a charity fund to help me, or give me any information (address or phone number) if there is any cheap labour out there to help me to attach a new piece of mirror back to the wardrobe, because according to Jas, it's actually the labour that is costly, but not the mirror itself.

Or, probably I need to suck up to my landlord so that he could possibly pity me, and charge me less for the replacement, or even give me free! (Yah dream on....)

Cheap labour! Anyone knows any cheap labour? Cheap Cheap Labour! Please contact me!

By the way, please do not provide me cheap labour with Malaysian address, or phone number that starts with 012, or 016. Thanks.

T_T

Another Research Project Maybe?

2006-05-12T18:33:00.000+01:00

Our 3rd year group design project has just started and we have already working our ass off. And it is going to carry on for four more weeks.... -_-

Will talk a little more about the group design project later.

When do people use handphone?

When they wanna make phone call? Okay.
When they wanna play games? Okay.
When they wanna take pictures? Okay.
When they wanna listen to songs? Okay.

What else?

When they are extremely bored in class.

We had our 4th year subjects briefing today and there were 12 subjects to be briefed in 3 hours! It was utterly boring, with the lecturers coming in and out by taking turns, giving an overview of the syllabus of each related subjects.

Yes I know we should always appreciate these kinda effort from them. But sometimes when it's really boring, it can't be helped. It's like, sometimes we don't even feel like wasting a second of our life when a salesman can't even sell his product (which often happens in KL when we are eating out).

Bored! So what do we do?

Play with the phone! To be honest I have no idea what they were doing with the phone but it was more of like, pressing pressing, moving the cursors, looking at the screen, and putting them back to the pockets.

And more. Our brother Hong Ling. Well I suspect he was texting Jasmine.

HL: What to cook today dear?
Jas: Up to you lor dear!
HL: Dear decide lar!
Jas: Dear.........

*shudders* Sorry I cannot continue... Although I overheard lots of these conversations of theirs (it is overheard ok! O-V-E-R-H-E-A-R-D!).

Hahaha... Andy was caught red-handed too! Not sure what he was doing with his phone? Have a clearer look on the next picture.

Well, I think he was taking some pictures of the professor. He probably has some fetish over old, knowledgable, male professors. =)

Ohh, back to Hong Ling again. They haven't decided what to cook yet I think.

Hahaha... Mona too was playing around with her phone.

And at the end of the day, I was the one who was the most boring person who had nothing better to do because I was capturing people playing with their handphones, with my handphone. Why? Simply because they are lousy sales person! =P

As you could have noticed on the previous picture, there was someone sleeping. Yeah the design project was too stressful as it is carried out right after our exams. When there isn't any time to recuperate, work starts to pile up again.

I am paired up with Vilex and we are currently working with another 8 people over a research project with the title: Hydrogen Economy. As you know I am currently pursuing my tertiary studies on Civil Engineering. Frankly, I don't see any "c-i-v-i-l" or "e-n-g-i-n-e-e-r-i-n-g" related to our topic, at all. It is really cracking my brain. Loads of background reading to be done and I basically have drained up all the fluid in my brain. I need a HOLIDAY!

And guess what? Our group is going to Isle Of Wight this coming Monday for site investigation purpose. Yay! I can add one more entry to my "Place I Have Been To" list. Other than that, thousands of sighs....

They are not much better. Patrick and Hong Ling had their site visit trip to Tower Bridge area for 3-4 hours, on the first day of the design project. The day when the handout was given out. The day when we were allocated into groups randomly. The day when we were given briefing on the design project. The FIRST day itself.

Hence we have this during today's subject talk session.

Yinky and Wee Yow were allocated into a group to design the municipal waste management for Cyprus. The WHOLE Cyprus, they emphasized.

What should I say? They are lucky bastards because a site investigation is not possible! =P

But still, they work like crazy too! Proof:

So, just when I was giving out an impression that I was enjoying life after exams, I was totally, utterly wrong. Feel so stressful everyday with all the work to be done. I think the worst thing is I need a lot of reading so that I can get more insight on Hydrogen Economy. Read Read Read! Again, I have had enough reading for my exams. Sigh...

One thing I feel good about the design project is, it gives a true feeling of professional working life. My leader, Mike has done a good job in organising. The leadership, I think I need 10 more years to obtain his ability. -_-"

The feeling of this project is like, The Apprentice! We have to work in group and everyone has to contribute to lead to success. I personally am lack of knowledge of this field we are working on, hence I am trying to compensate with a bit more of hard work. Hopefully I won't be the first one to be fired!

You are fired!
Kamu sudah di-api!

You are fried-sotong!
Kamu sudah digoreng sotong!

Hopefully the Isle Of Wight trip will be fun. At least, a good weather I pray.

Football Madness

2006-05-09T23:12:00.000+01:00

Today I realise, football is a men's game. Not trying to be sexist (I can feel thousand pairs of women's eyes staring at me furiously), but when it comes to physical term, I feel it's kinda true, not?

Was supposed to go for football in Hyde Park yesterday right after the guys' last paper, but our "Mourinho Tan" aka Vilex was too sleepy for even a casual kick about. I was kinda disappointed because I was already warming up in front of my com before their return. Hahaha... So now you know how free I am now... Kakakaka...

But oh well, we ended up going to Misato, and then Hard Rock Casino. I was glad I did some donation to the "charity". -_- Darn...

Anyway, we sticked to our postponed football plan today. Not only we sticked to it, we somehow "oversticked" to it. lol.

So there were 5 of us: Patrick, Wee Yow, Yinky, Vilex and I. We had a 2 vs 2 + a goalkeeper game among ourselves for almost an hour. Yea I know its pathetic we didn't even have enough people to at least play a 3 vs 3.

We played until we almost puked. Think it was because we haven't been coming out for exercises for about, a month plus or so. I was actually worried that I would get cramped (I skipped my warm up today kekeke) but fortunately, I didn't. And the clumsy little me, was lucky enough not spraining my ankle (again).

On our way back to puke, we met Julian (senior) and a friend of his playing football as well. More pathetic, 2 of them. So actually it wasn't that bad for us.

So guess what? Yeah we ended up playing a 3 vs 4, despite the fact that we were almost drained out.

Just when we were about to feel like puking again because of our lack of stamina, a bunch of guys came and invited us to play together. We were cursing behind why didn't they come like, 2 hours earlier? Damn we were already drained out completely!

And what? We played with them again for 1 hour plus.

That's when I had a massive clash with a size-R guy. R stands for Rugby. And after the clash, I had a dramatic fall and rolled on the grass. At that moment, I finally understood why Drogba had those dramatic falls so often. It's real, trust me, he wasn't faking. Because I wasn't too.

We clashed on each other when both of us were running for the ball. People who play sports with me would know I run recklessly (like a fly without its head) and so as the R.
Momentum = mv
Force = ma
The impact was massive, and I hurt my thigh by hitting his hip bone. Ouch!!!

Let me give you some idea of the picture of the clash between a small guy and a R guy.

Our size difference is something like this:

Ok well maybe not such a drastic difference.

Look at this guy below:

Don't ask me why he was wearing goggles on the picture. A long story. But look at his size.

Not clear? Let's have a comparison:

That's Cheryl with Patrick. So you roughly know how gigantic Patrick is.

The R guy, is bigger than him. -_-

After the clash, I lied on the grass for a while, and could barely run and play again. The fatigue + pain on my thigh was killing me but I truly enjoy the football game (freaking 3 hours!!!) today! Though we were owned like crazy by those guys. Geeesh...

Now, I am feeling worse. The fatigue. The pain on my thigh. And, the indigested Super Size XL Double Whopper Value Meal is flowing around in my stomach. Urgh... and feel like sleeping too.

But I don't plan to sleep so early. Jasmine's "Sleep Early Rise Early" theory doesn't work on me. =P

Before I end, there is another indoor football session in Wilson House tomorrow. I seriously feel that it's quite possible we will end up going there again, in spite of the fact that all of us were already walking like terkangkang tortoise to BK just now.

That's what we call, football madness. =)

Fitness Level - [III 2% ] *recharging*

Dance Dance

2006-05-09T06:24:00.000+01:00

Last night before I went to bed, Jasmine told me, sleep early, rise early and lead a healthy lifestyle. I did! Well, to be more exact, I did the first 2, the 3rd one is beyond my justification.

I slept at 1 am. - Sleep early

Woke up at 4 am. - Rise early

And I just finished watching King of Beggar by Stephen Chow.

Healthy? You tell me.

Like dancing? I used to dance (randomly) in clubs. Used to laugh at people's lame dance move but I believe I might have been laughed by other people as well! Hahaha.... but its alright, clubbing, just for the sake of fun!

Check out this guy's dance move. He made me laugh. Not because it's lame, but because we somehow grow in the evolution of these dance moves.

I believe when you see the familiar one, you will burst out laughing like I did.

Thanks to my bradder who has just quitted s-p-a, DEO! lol =)

*Click on the video if you can't watch anything*

Shopping Spree

2006-05-08T00:37:00.000+01:00

This was my day.

I was really stressful during exams. So much so that I had the urge of spending money and going shopping in the middle of my revision session.

Finally the time has comeeeeeeee!!!!!!!

My shopping trip didn't started off well. To be honest, I didn't find anything which was compliment on me at all in the first 2 hours. And the summer collections, urghh limited varieties and, wouldn't say they were ugly but just weren't something that I like.

Anyway, things started to go on well after that, and better and better, and eventually, bad (bankrupt, pok kai).

So these are my new belongings now. lol.

These are the accessories I got from H&M.

I have always wanted bracelets like this to tie on wrist, but I couldn't find them in KL at all. I used to buy those long strings and tie them up on my wrist. Well, spent me about 5 minutes or so because I either had to struggle to tie it with one hand, or with the aid of my mouth. So after a while, I prefer to have 5 more minutes sleep than waking up earlier to tie those freaking strings. Hence I stopped wearing them.

I didn't know which colour was better. So I got them all. Hahaha...

My main shopping target was to get a pair of shoes. Hence, I went to Size? but didn't see any pair which I fancy. I was kinda disappointed, yet I didn't give up. I was walking round and round the shops for a few times, wishing I had probably missed any nice pair of shoes which were hidden behind other shoes.

In the end, I gave up and left with disappointment.

I passed by Office and well, I always think Office specialised in ladies' shoes, and so I went in with the least hope I could put.

The less you hope, the more surprise you get.

It's a pair of Nike 6.0 Zoom Mobi-One. =)

I got this shirt from Topshop. Cheryl's comment: Too casanova-ish. Which means I am not casanova enough to look casanova-ish. I don't have the casanova feel. -_-

I think its probably the stress level I had, that I had set a higher level of acceptance on price on my shopping today. Therefore, I had gotten myself something which I often touched and touched, felt and felt and left without it from the shop.

Quiksilver beachwear. Bali here I come!!! Muahahaha...

People who have been to Oxford Street with me, will know that I always end up at..............?

Yes, Lilywhites. For........................?

Yes, jerseys.

I was supposed to buy loads of jersey back to Msia for my dad, my dad's friend, my dad's friend's son and etc. but there was literally only XL and L jerseys left. Since I couldn't get them those jerseys that they want, I got myself one instead.

Hahahaha....

I realise I like white very much. Scroll up and look. My shoes. My shirts. My beachwear. And the white bracelet.

Err... Yeah its a lady's one. I have fetish on female's jersey. lol.
(if in any sense you think I buy it for myself, no I DON'T wear female's jersey!)

So there ends my shopping trip? Well, almost.

After all these, I went to China Town to get my housemates, who are still struggling for exams, some egg tarts and por lor pao.

Order from the 10 people from 118A & 122A came out to be this:

7 por lor pao. I am not sure if it's possible to get por lor pao in KL. Anyone knows how to bake por lor pao? I don't wanna learn. I want you to bake for me.

Egg tarts. Yum Yum my favourite pastry from Kowloon Restaurant.

And more egg tarts. Came out to be 28 egg tarts in total. The lady was kinda shocked when I told her I want 28 egg tarts.

Me: Bei ngo 28 gor tan tat mm goi. (Can I have 28 egg tarts please?)
Lady: Wah! *pause for a while* Lei zha che deng hai dap che? (Wah! *pause for a while* Do you drive or take bus/tube?)
Me: Dap che. (Take bus)
Lady: Wah *again* !! Lei lor mm lor dou ar? Siu sam bei yan ta kip! (Wah! Can you manage to carry them? Beware of pick pocket!)

Guess she noticed my big and small shopping bags.

28 egg tarts.

7 char siew pao. My breakfast (if I could wake up) for tomorrow.

Plus one Ma Lai Kou, ordered by Cheryl.

So you think that's the end of stories? I thought so too.

But I was wrong.

On my way to the bus stop, just when I thought my shopping day ended there, my eyes dropped on this.

And I bought it. Cheaper than anywhere I have seen.

That's all. Really.

Really.

Wanna know how much my stress level during exams has cost me? Give a guess!

Well its enough to make me DELAY my plan of getting an iPod Video anytime soon. =P

Sigh but Yay

2006-05-06T03:42:00.000+01:00

Back, from the dreadful exams.

Honestly, the toughest exams I have ever sat for in my life. Preparation didn't match the questions. Professors' evil plan to be "innovative" from the past papers. And and, 5 questions, answer all. *Faint*

I shan't think about how bad I have done. It's over. Time for shopping tomorrow. WEEEE!!!

Before I head to my bed, there are some pictures here that reflect our hardworking and motivated life!

As I have said, motivated in studies. We couldn't care much about any other things. Hence, whenever I stepped into the living room to start revising, what awaited and welcomed me was this:

Well it's quite motivating ain't it? Amount of papers scattering and flying around equals to our hard work.

Not enough? There are more here:

Stepping into the living room, more papers saying hello to me. Everyday before each paper I just felt like setting the house on fire so that it could burn the notes away. Away from my life. Forever.

But I am not a revengeful person. So I left them there and let them rot.

I shall also clarify, the notes belong not only to me, but to Wee Yow as well. A carefree guy, whom I have known for 10 years.

PS : F(carefree) = messy, F is a function.

What's up next? Our stress level.

Look at Patrick. The head was bursting.

And the head was still bursting. Answers didn't seem to come out. He is not the only one who was cracking brain. I can't possibly take my own stressed up picture and show here. Too vain, ain't it? hahaha...

The carefree guy? When he was stressed, he spat out these words:

FUCK them man seriously! They think we are machine meh diu? Seriously I wanna kill them already. If I have a machine gun I'll just kill all the professors (you might have noticed that on his msn nick).

Honestly, the amount of F words we have spat out, is possibly more than the hours we have spent in sleeping. In engineering context, I know these 2 things are inconsistent in units, just like, you can't possibly say 20 kg is greater than 100 cm. But hey, these kinda things did appear in our notes and all we need to do is, Dimensional Analysis! Sorry for being too technical here... lets skip to the next picture before I start F-ing again.

Look at our genius Yinky Tan. Seemed to be so relax. To be honest, people say, one individual who is hardworking is not smart; one individual who is smart, is mostly lazy. They are WRONG! This fella here, smartest among 4 of us, and studied the most among 4 of us.

Our full time tutor who solves our difficulties in every subjects.

At times, he was stressful too.

Eh, I realise I have only uploaded this few pictures last night. Lol. Wanted to continue to write but no more pictures uploaded.

More to come.

Me? Stressful but glad it's eventually over. I have never, ever been so hardworking in my life before. But still, I don't think my hardwork will pay off, although deep down I still pray it will pay off at least a little bit (or more if its possible).

People, thanks for handling my stress and lending me shoulders during this difficult time. You guys have made things greater for me.

Yinky WY and Pat, haha... couldn't believe the amount of cocks we have shared (talked I mean) during the revision session. Shall bring up some here when I remember! lol...

Me? Ohh going shopping later when I wake up! Need some retail therapy for post exam syndrome.

Going with who? Alone.

Them? Dota? Nonono... Did I mention that they still have one more paper to go?

A Day In Library

2006-03-31T00:04:00.000+01:00

1, 2, 3..... Yes today I was in my uni library for the 3rd time, in this academic year. 1st time, was to borrow books for geology project. 2nd time, was to borrow books for 2nd geology project. And here came the 3rd time today.

Staying in the library reminded of my first year in IC. The time I spent in library doing Basic Mechanics, memorising Materials, practising Mathematics and etc. I was also reminded of the days I stayed in South Kensington. Drooled in front of the Lamborghini show room everyday on my way to uni. Watched thousands of TVB series with WY and YC. Spent a lot of gay nights in WY's hall. LD call to Cheryl every weekends. Drinking in XQ's room. And etc.

Despite all the memories, I was able to regain my peaceful mind.

Except the fact that some fucking losers kept talking like nobody's business in the Quiet Zone. Geesh I was so pissed off. I switched to a place further to them. And guess what? I could hear them chit chatting again. *More Geesh*

Dinner in Paper Tiger recalled the conversation we had everytime:

Want la!
Don't want la!
Want la! Long time never go!
Don't want la!
Want la! Just go la!
Don't want la!
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The persuasion WY had to make on me everytime to go to Paper Tiger. Suddenly, 3 years has passed.

I have mixed feelings today. Nostalgic, and also, alarmed.

Day to exams: 26 days.
Level of preparation: HxiLxt. Extremely low, and slow.

The Warming Up

2006-03-28T00:01:00.000+01:00

My life is boring. Study Study Study. Coursework Coursework Coursework.

Another freaking coursework day today. My brain almost burst!

However, I started my brain cracking day with a bit of warming up on a riddle today (thanks to Hiu Mun)!

Here goes the riddle:

There are 2 rooms. 1 room with 3 switches, another 1 with 3 light bulbs. One can only be allowed to enter each room once. How to differentiate which switch controls which light bulb?

Of course, its not challenging for me to reveal the answer now. It must somehow bothers you a while before getting the answer! Haha... I can boast about it because I got the answer correct! Nyeh Nyeh Nyeh~~~

Just when I thought brain storming was good to start a long day, it didn't really make my day easy. I suffered like hell for my coursework today. Maybe should stop studying and sell chu cheong fan! Hahaha...

Really want the answer? Scroll down loo...

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Never expect you to give up so fast.

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Seriously, try to guess la! Answer? Tomorrow. Or day after. Kekeke....

Be free to post your answer, although I don't think its that hard, especially for GUYS! =)

Joke Of The Day

2006-03-24T04:36:00.000Z

Ah Yao and Jiao Jiao were very good friends, and they both enjoyed hunting very much.

One day, they made an appointment to hunt in Taman Negara. Ah Yao was early. He waited for 30 minutes, until he saw Jiao Jiao appeared within his eyesight, holding his favourite AK 47.

Ah Yao : Oiii why are you late? I am gonna kick your ass today by hunting more animals than you!
Jiao Jiao : Sure bring it on! I always pawn you in DOTA I don't think you can kick my ass so easily! Muahaha...
Ah Yao: See how...

So they walked, and walked, and walked, looking for their hunting target. Until, suddenly, Jiao Jiao fell on the ground having difficulties breathing. He was suffocating when Ah Yao was so panic becaused he didn't know Jiao Jiao had heart problem.

Jiao Jiao : Call 911 p...pll....pleease.... I can't breathe... erhh... *fainted*
Ah Yao : You ok or not? Oh no... *start dialing 911 with his K750i*

911 Miss Cheryl : Hi this is emergency line what can I help you? Ambulance or Police?
Ah Yao : Ambulance! But I scared too late... My friend is suffocating and I have no idea what to do to help him!

911 Miss Cheryl has a bit of medical experience (she joined St. John for 2 weeks when she was in primary 1). So she tried to give him direction to help the victim through the phone.

911 Miss Cheryl : Alright don't be panic sir! First of all, I want you to make sure whether your friend is dead or not.
Ah Yao: Ok hang on wait...

After few seconds.... 911 Miss Cheryl heard a loud BANGGGGGGGG!!!!! followed by Ah Yao saying this.

Ah Yao : Ok I am sure now.
911 Miss Cheryl : ............................................

*Thanks Wee Yow for sharing jokes in Hyde Park today*

Tell me if you are not laughing. I ll tell Wee Yow. Thanks.

hahahahahha... =P

A Special Dedication

2006-03-21T19:51:00.000Z

This post is specially dedicated to my housemates, from me. As promised.

After the previous post, I have got harassment from my housemates forcing me to tell who I was referring to. Harassment. Seriously, I really mean it.

18 SG for our conversation.

WY : (stomped into my room) Eh who the fuck are you talking about?
VL : Eh yalor, did anyone of us piss you off? Is it me?
WY : Yalor, is it me? Diu I think must be one of us, you see he mentioned about competition. Sure is one of us...
VL : Oh yaloh! -censored- <= (He doesn't like to be known he speaks this language)
YC : Wat happened? Wat are you all talking about? <= He nvr reads my blog. He wants me to tell him wat I write.
WY : Neh Ah Goo la! Write he dulan someone and someone made him dulan long time ago. But dunno who issit.

Finally, Me : Not anyone of you. Don't think too much.

WY : Lan Jiao! You think we are stupid ar? *and he pinched my nipple*
Me: Seriously not loh.
YC : Ah Goo tell loh! Don like tat! *more pinching and touching from him*
Me : Not la! Why don wanna believe me? *dodging all the pinching and touching*
WY : OK tell me who issit then we ll believe you! *harder pinching*
Me: You dunno him wan! Diu.... *fake a bit dulan to stop the pinching*
WY : Lan! I know you for 10 years I dunno?
YC : Yalor Ah Goo tell loh tell loh! *he didn't care, kept pinching*

So you see, they did harass me. T_T

Seriously, I couldn't stand anymore interrogation and harassment at that time. So I told them I will post the person whom I was referring to on my blog (promote a bit! lol) and asked them to read it.

WY : OK you say wan ar! Faster write! haha...
YC : *took away my notes, and switched my monitor on* Ah Goo you can write now! hahaha...
VL : Yalor I also wanna know!

So, as promised. I'll reveal this person in my current post. So WY, YC and VL, check out and see which of you piss me offfffffffffff!

Scroll down. He is down there.

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Somemore, since you all wanna know! More suspend in this way! Hahaha...

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Give up meh diu? Further la! We walk Hyde Park everyday 20 minutes ! Now scroll a bit tired?

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Scroll! Scroll more then will get first class this year!

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First class wor??! Don't want? Near already!

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There you go!

TADAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!

Hahahahahahaha!!

He seriously looks like this! Best picture I can find...

So now you all know who among you pissed me off, come and apologise to me! =P

*Read too much of Rojak, bad influence!* =P

A Short Note

2006-03-20T01:26:00.000Z

I was once very pissed off at someone I have really been close with. Because of what he said. What he said disregarded my presence, my values, and my abilities.

Today, I am pissed off at myself because I felt I did the same thing to him. Not intentionally, not intending to hurt, nor disregarding. Things just came out so naturally from my mouth, when I didn't mean to disregard him at most. I wanna apologise to him here, Sorry.

Come to think of it, I think maybe he didn't intend to hurt my feelings at that incident. And I figure out, maybe, because we are so close, we tend to compare ourselves with each other, building the competition, or invisible rivalry between ourselves.

Competition brings improvement, but i think rivalry is bad for friendships. Rivals are not true friends.

Sorry, but honestly, I respect you highly.

I am not sure if frienship like this is healthy/positive, but I am very sure he will always be my close and true friend. Always.

DO you have friendships like this too?

My March & April

2006-03-16T23:52:00.000Z

Life is unpredictable.

But at some point, life could be easily predicted as well.

Well, at least it applies for mine. The next month.

(1) No more watching TV. No live football, no MTV, no South Park, no wrestling.

Of course, my TV is not so high tech, more parlia one.

(2) No more Wilson House session. No football, no badminton.

(3) No PS2, ie no Winning 11. No playing tag, no revenge.

Oh no, I have forgotten my PS2 was stolen 3 months ago. Damn!

(4) No more dining in and talking cock in Four Seasons.

Only take away.

(5) No more watching new TVB Dramas.

(6) No more shopping. Not even Whiteleys.

(7) No more talk cock sing song. No more fooling around.

(8) No more good night sleep as well. =(

(9) Well, a little bit online can gua?

(10) Finish studying the stack of notes for this academic year.

Screw System Engineering!!!

(11) Finish doing the past paper for at least 2 times (I wish).

And more past papers!! (Kill me...)

Coastal Engineering... Drown me...

(12) Be ultra familiar when and how to apply these formulae.

Please, kill me now.

Hopefully you still can recognise me after my exams. Bye.

Off to study. Urgh...

Old Hag Syndrome

2006-03-15T00:52:00.000Z

So Wee Yow and I had our follow up talk about Old Hag Syndrome and he showed me "his" old hag syndrome.

This old hag doesn't look like a hag to me. Look like an ape to me instead. But look at the creepy evil look... Its like he/she/it just discovered that we (you and I who are reading) saw him old hagging someone, and try to send a message to us by his/hers/its ultra creepy look: Wanna be old hagged too? Yewwww...

But in another perspective, he/she/it looks lonely, which shows he/she/it maybe just want an accompany to play with, or talk to. Just wanna make friend. Not hurting.

About the horse, if you see it, I am still wondering its existence.

I, on the other hand, came across another related image.

Oh this old hag is really an old hag and look at the evilness of her face, we know she is intending to harm by old hagging the victim. Its as though she finds joy hurting someone. Scary shit.

Whatever it is, I read that when you feel you are old hagged, stay clam and if you are religious, say some prayer and the old hag will disappear.

Bear in mind, stay calm doesn't mean trying to communicate with the old hag and ask: why you old hag me?

A more scientific term for this is Sleeping Paralysis. No old hag. No evil. Not laid. Not scary. It happens due to body fatigue, or in the dream-awake transition state. Experts explains it here.

Sleep Paralysis or Old Hag Syndrome, I think the feeling sucks when it happens to someone (eg Wee Yow, 3 times in a year).

Meanwhile, still in the process of finding the scientific term for the iTunes case. Hahaha...

Freaky

2006-03-13T23:52:00.000Z

Today 8:30 am:

When we were about to leave our house to walk to uni, Wee Yow told me and Yinky Chau that he was laid by ghost the last night. The consequences was that he wasn't able to move, or make any noise because physically, the ghost was supposedly laying on him, causing the movement difficulties. And ermm, well maybe kissing him causing him couldn't make any noise. lol.

Although this phenomena has been scientifically proven that the reason behind it is majorly due to fatigue, I haven't actually (and I would not want to) experienced it before, so I can't really share my thoughts or experience. But I think this was Wee Yow's 3rd time being laid since last year. So we thought he was making some morning jokes. We entertained him with "Oh", "Heehee haahaa", "Really ornot?" while on our way to uni.

Later at 11:30 pm:

I was arranging my notes, clearing my table up so that I could study later. Was on my way to shower when I suddenly remembered I haven't collected my washed clothes, so I PAUSED my iTunes, walked down to the washing machine and picked up my clothes back to my room.

So I was hanging my clothes, with both hands on my clothes; while Yinky Chau was reading his notes, also with both hands holding the notes. We were both far away from my computer.

At an instance, my iTunes started playing again, when both our hands were still on our clothes and notes. No 3rd person (not that I could see) in the room. Kelly Clarkson's Walk Away was being played, when it was supposed to be PAUSED. We looked at each other, our eyes were filled with fear.

We quickly went off the room, still looking at each other, then we shared the freaky incident with Wee Yow and XQ, and started laughing. Although we laughed it off, but let me say this, it really freaked our ass off at that moment.

Can someone, anyone, tell me that this kinda malfunction does exist in iTunes?

Auuah, feel a bit tight on my chair wei, oh no... am I not alone on the chair now?

Costly Mistake

2006-03-12T00:32:00.000Z

I was extremely, utterly shocked when I watched the American Idol results show. Ayla was voted off from being the top 12. The first thing that came to my mind was: Are Americans Blind or Deaf or Nuts? How can they not vote her? I was in that moment of shocked....... until I remembered I actually haven't watched the latest episode which the girls performed.

Hence, I restored that episode from Cheryl's recycle bin to watch again. I couldn't believe, after 2 stunning performance from her, I actually thought it was more than enough for her to sail through the top 12. The moment when she sang "Reflection" by Christina Aguilera, I could not stop but playing that part of the episode again to watch. Honestly I think she sang, if not better, as good as Christina. Not to forget to mention, look at her, man... She looks so pretty and gorgeous!!!!!!! And tall, yeah I know. Think she is younger than me but ermm....the height differ by too much that I could imagine. *shy*

Look at her... My heart is melted...

I didnt skipped to the part which she performed only. I watched the whole show (well, except Kennik Sky after the moment she sang =P) to see how everyone performed, and the actual reason why she didn't outshine. After the whole show I kinda got the idea. Maybe it was the song, that she sang, that didn't show off her vocal. She showed off her powerful singing skills and ability from the previous 2 episodes and this one was just, ordinary.

But still...................... She was so so good and why didn't the audience remembered the good part of her? Why was she penalised for one, just one mistake on her song choice? Moreover, she wasn't lousy in the performance, it was just not superb. I particulay think Paris wasn't performing well enough but she wasn't voted off. Well, guess I have to take it easy.

But still.......................?

That shows how costly a mistake can be in our life. Making the right decision ain't easy at all. Sometimes the difference between the decisions is just one line apart, however, the outcome could be extremely different. Some people are lucky, they are still able to succeed, or escape from the bad consequences eventhough mistakes have been made. Nevertheless, some people are not. One mistake is enough to kill them off. Their chances, their opportunities, their performances, and their achievements vanish, just by one costly mistake. Ayla is one this time.

Come to think of it, people learn and grow from mistakes they make. A costly mistake could well bring a big lesson to someone, however the impact is significant as well. Some people are so much influenced by the impact, that they cannot let go, cannot learn, never grow, causing the mistake to be an even more costly one.

However, if someone was able to learn from a costly mistake, I think he/she will grow to be wiser, and tougher. No matter in what aspects in life. Because he/she learn something that lucky people don't learn. They are more likely to be still able to stand up from failure, because they stood up before.

Lucky people? I think luck is a very uncertain uncertainty (looking at my bet365.com account). Lucky people, one day when their luck runs out, only they realise how costly a small mistake can be. Then only they learn. But someone who is used to being lucky, is it easy to learn and grow?

Lucky or costly mistake. If I get to choose, I wish I can choose both.

Hahahahaa....

But life is never easy, sometimes we don't get to choose to be lucky, or to make costly mistake. Sometimes you choose to go for luck, but end up you make a costly mistake, or vice versa....

No matters what our decisions end up to be, the most important thing is, we learn. Learn from mistake, or learn to appreciate.

I hope I'll remember this, always.

Ayla is a winner to me too!

Beam oh Beam

2006-03-11T19:57:00.000Z

A week, again, full of coursework. But this time not so much on submitting them, but more of receiving them marked.

Yeah after all the hard work (which you all have heard me complaining about).

So we had grades given for our courseworks, with comments and remarks. There was a Structural Mechanics group project which we had to produce a design of beam, to sustain a loading of 16 kN, but had to fail before 20 kN. So basically we had to have an optimum design which would not suffer any form of buckling modes under the required loading. There came the calculation parts which almost blew my head off.

But the great part of this project was that we had the opportunity to build and test the beam we design ourselves. We were given the individual parts of the beam to "assemble" by drilling and bolting them. My practical knowledge was zero because I didn't even know how to use an electrical driller (honestly, I only learned how to saw wood in my KH class). Hence, most of the time during the lab work session, I was only supervising, or more appropriately, observing.

The worst part was, after finishing constructing the beam, the feeling actually sucked big time when my intuition told me that the beam was highly unlikely to sustain 16 kN. I had so much bad dream that my beam would fail at 2 kN. -_-

Here came the day of testing. We were the 4th group to perform the testing. We felt the pressure because there were beams from 2 other groups which had passed the required loading. So here were the lab assistants placing our beam on the loading machine.

Our wonderful beam, which seemed a bit buckled even before the loading was being applied. Not a good sign. =(

Look carefully. There was actually a small chip on the top of the beam due to imperfection in construction. We planned to blame on this tiny chip to be the major cause, if our beam really failed at 2 kN (CHOIIII!!!!!!!!).

Time to start increasing the loading. I didn't think I could withstand the SHOCK if really, really my beam would fail at 2 kN. I have weak heart. Hence, Matthew went for it and start turning the wheel of the machine to increase the loading.

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Well I think I should stop typing the dots so that no one would get the false impression that my beam actually didn't fail. Hahaha... Sad to say, it failed at 9.5 kN.

So here are the snapshots of our beam which died in dignity.

The photo shows the buckling modes of the beam at failure: Plate Buckling and Lateral Torsional Buckling.

More plate buckling and lateral torsional buckling.

See! Our beam wasn't that bad afterall because many people were taking the photo of the beam at its very moment (during failure). Hahaha...... =)
Ok that's because they needed the photos in their individual report. =P

And more discussion carried out to explain the possible reasons which lead to the failure modes.

See the 4 in the graph? That is the stress strain curve of our beam. Errr... not those high flying one, ignore those. But in case you didn't notice, there was one group which failed before 9.5 kN (the curve below our curve). Hahaha... we were not the last.

So after the testing for 8 groups, 3 groups passed the required loading. 5 groups failed to. We were glad that we were the second place in the "Failed" category. Not something to be proud of, I know I know. But its important to seek for these facts to console ourselves, plaster the wound of our hearts, and try harder (and smarter) next time. Kakaka....

The funny part was that, during the feedback session for this coursework, our bubbly Dr. Wadee arranged a few awards based on the performance of all the beams.

We were lucky we didn't get the "Weakest Beam" award. *Feeling Relieved*

But we were extremely jealous seeing 2 other groups being awarded the "Strongest Beam" prize. *ARRrrrggghhhhh*

Well, its better not to mention the grade we got for this coursework because it is dispressing. But it is certainly a happy thing to hear that my Fluid Mechanics coursework got an A*. =)

Please do not misunderstand that all my courseworks are so fun and challenging. They are not. This is only an exceptional one. What our other courseworks about are only write write write. Technical technical technical.

And still write and technical. Extremely boring. Hence the complains I have made throughout the whole academic year.

P/S : To learn more about buckling modes, you can contact me. But guess you wouldn't because my beam failed at 9.5 kN. *sob sob*

No Longer A Size Small

2006-03-05T21:26:00.000Z

Cheryl and I went to Oxford Circus yesterday because we (more of her) could no longer resist the temptation of adding new items to our wardrobe. Expecting it to be a shopping spree (although I did'nt really have much capital to spend), we were actually disappointed that there was nothing worth to buy at all.

We went to Topshop, H&M, Esprit, Ben Sherman and etc, there were literally nothing that even made me try them on. The spring collections seemed to be so boring, the colour, the design, urghh... Not worth the price at all!

Then we ended up in Lilywhites because I wanted to buy some shorts for casual wearing at home, and to play sports as well. The thing I like about Lilywhites is they have non-stop sales 24/7. No matter when you go, who you go with, or what you wanna buy there, the price tags are always stapled with another colour tag indicating there is a 30%, 50% or 70% sales. WOohooo... Although things are still not dirt cheap but it kind of soothe the guilty feeling because I am buying things which are on sale! *wink*

When I stepped into the level selling various football jerseys and shorts, my heart beat increased because I saw so many jerseys waving to me. I was so tempted to buy the jerseys but somehow I resisted (proudly), ahaha... I proceeded to the section where all the shorts were displayed, started walking round and round to compare their quality and price.

I actually couldn't find something really satisfying because all the shorts seemed to be too short on me. I was thinking of getting something not too short, so that I won't expose too much of my sexy thighs to my housemates. They are gay, I wouldn't want to turn them on by even showing an inch of my sexy thighs. I have had enough of the groping everyday. *sob sob*

Thus, I opted for M-size, which the length was just nice on me, although I am a size S. I grabbed two Umbro shorts which I felt was comfortable to be worn, and went to the cashier to pay.

But one thing about these shorts are, although they are very comfortable to be worn at home or to play sports, I actually find the "inner-underwear" thingy annoying. Because I wear boxers everyday, the thing dislocates my boxers and I always have to put my hand inside my shorts to adjust my boxers. I know its obscene but of course I don't do it with anyone's attention, particularly my ham sap housemates.

I didn't have other better options because the good quality shorts were all equipped with these "inner-underwears". Therefor I still stick to buy them. But this time, I plan to cut them off so that I won't be annoyed by the dislocation of my boxer. Any other better alternatives?

Talking about boxers, yeah I went to Topshop also to get boxers because I needed to increase the amount of those that I have. I have been doing my laundry too regularly and most of the times are due to the running out of my boxers. I have actually 2 underwears to standby but man! Underwears are so uncomfortable!

So I bought 3 boxers which came in a pack. They are all in size S because I am so obvious to be a size S (OK I am talking about my waist, not there!!!).

Until I opened the pack, I found out the boxers seemed to be a bit bigger than those which I have. Then I realised something was wrong when I saw this:

I thought it was my careless mistake again for not looking properly at the size before choosing. I took the package out from my bin and looked carefully.

And more carefully again.

Then I looked back at my boxers, just to confirm that I didn't have buta ayam.

Damnnnn!!! Some jokers must have misplaced the size M boxers into a size S packing! I was wondering, why did I have to be the (un)lucky one to have chosen that package? That particular one that they made mistake on! I was so so lazy to go back there to change again. Thinking of giving it to Wee Yow, I tried one on instead and hey! I can wear M-size as well! Hahaha... Although they are a bit loose but the waist fit me fine! Looser means more air ventilation means more comfort! hahaha...

I know its not such a big thing to be proud of but from today onwards, I am no longer a size S. To be more specific, the lower part of my body is no longer a size S anymore! The size has increased! Weeee........

........ Shiverrrring

2006-03-04T00:53:00.000Z

Spring is no longer what it is being defined. At least, not in UK the horror place.

Spring is "supposedly" going on at this time in the UK but it has been bloody freezing cold for almost 2 weeks. Think today it has gone worse.

Butty claimed that it was snowing in Leeds.

Jer Shiow said it was "SNOWING LIKE MAD" (exact phrase quoted in msn) in Manchester.

Sean told me the snow in Manheim has settled to at least 3 cm high, and invited me to take a flight there to have a snow fight with him. -_-

In London? Freaking cold as well but it didn't snow today. Think it snowed last friday but damn! I hate cold weather! Moderately cold is actually gooood, like you can wear a T shirt and a thin jacket to go out. But recently, I try not to even expose myself to the outside world without heater. Walking in the cold sucks and I have to keep walking into shops to get some free heating from them. Hehe...

I discovered a way to heat myself up before walking to uni every morning. I use hair dryer to blow my body so that I could be pre-heated and the heat can actually being stored in my body for the 20 minutes it takes for me to reach my department.

Try, it works!

Another way which I have also discovered, but can't be done easily was:

Sleep unconsciously until you are not aware that your alarm rings. You are not aware that you turn off the alarm as well. You are not aware of the time as well. You are not aware that there is a design project and you can't possibly be late. You are not aware of anything, except sleeping unconciously.

Until your friend calls you and says:" Eh where are you? " When you put down the phone, you realise its 8:35 am. Time to be in class is 9:00 am. Time to walk is at least 20 minutes. So you have only 5 minutes to prepare to leave.

If this happens to you, I am pretty sure even if you wear a T shirt and a thin jacket in -3 degree celcius you won't even feel the cold. Because your adrenalin is flowing 10 times faster.

It happened to me yesterday. The feeling sucks but I was freakkkking HOT!

But, better don't try this, eventhough it works much better!

Squeezy Love

2006-03-02T17:35:00.000Z

So what do you think 5 guys will do after a long, long, tiring day in university, dealing with a one day design project of a gabion wall next to a river bank?

- Plan to play dota the moment when step back home.
- Go 4 seasons and have a feast.
- Look at girls.
- Pinch each other's nipples.
- Verbally attack Wee Yow for no reasons.
- Talk cock (most of the time).
- Plan to study for exams (that's Vilex, we are lazy).
- Plan to play poker.
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Even I can't think of any more options now.

But it will never cross your mind (not even mine!) that we went to Whiteleys to buy colourful pillows.

PILLOWSSSS????? COLOURFUL SOMEMORE???!!!!

Yahhhhhhhh I know it sounds extremely gay-ish. Apart from gay-ish, its still gay-ish.

But these pillows are "claimed" to be therapy pillow. In fact they are not those squarish pillow. They are in shapes of bolster, heart, or even animal! They are extremely comfortable to hug. You can indulge yourself in a truly soft experience. This cozy piece of fluffiness is the perfect place to rest your head after a busy day of work. You can pamper yourself anywhere you want, as long as you have them.

I am not trying to sell them but this is what they are claimed to be. I have talked to someone who owns this kinda pillow and the response I got was:

Me: You sure this pillow is good?
Hxng Lxng: Yes! Very good! Make me feel gay every night...
Me: ....

Sorry I have tried to keep your anonymity as much as I can. lol.

Yup back to our pillow shopping. The pillows have been on sale in Whiteleys for some time and everytime when we pass by the store we will stop by and squeeze the pillows for a few times before walking off. Frankly, they are really very comfortable to be hugged, and squeezed too! =)

So there were 5 of us, planning to get in total 6 pillows, hoping for a bargain. We talked to the guy who were selling it, asked him what was the best price he could offer if we were buying 6.

He looked extremely stressed up, and called his boss because 5 macho guys wanted to buy cheaper pillows.

Us: So if we are buying 6 how cheap can u give?
Seller: I call my boss first. **^&^%%$$##^%% (In Spanish, I think)
Seller: Ok my boss said 65 for 6.
Us: If 60 we will buy now. Really.
Seller: No it is veli hard. I am not the boss. Veli hard. Really.

We stood there and had our discussion. Trying to give him more stress by talking louder and louder.

Seller: Ok I give u 63 pounds. I can tell my boss you all don't have enough money. OK?
Us (asking each other): err.... ok loh, you ok or not? I ok... if ok then buy la!

So in the end we fell for the extra 2 pounds off. We got in total 20 pounds off from the original price, I think. Not too bad coz its highly unlikely that we would get further discount in the future. You know, 5 guys going out together to buy 6 pillows.

After our pillow shopping, we went back home and had a snap shot of our new Squeezy Lover. Hahaa...

From left to right: Wee Yow's Beige, Gooman's Blue, Patrick's Black, Hong Ling's Yellow and Red

Top: Cheryl's hippoman from Gooman

These were what being said after our purchase:

Wee Yow: Diu I wanted darker colour so that I won't left any stain loh... Hahaha...
Me: I like blue.
Patrick: Eh how my pillow and the couch same colour? Can see in photo?
Hong Ling: Faster take picture! I wanna go back and webcam... My pillows are colourful...
Yinky: I think Vilex will buy one soon too.

Try them. They are really comfortable.

A Day Like This

2006-03-01T14:05:00.000Z

Have you ever experienced a day when:

- At the moment when you step out from your house, on your way to uni, you feel something is wrong with your stomach and you urgently need to go to the loo.

- There is no turning back because eitherwise you will be late for lecture. Hence, you decide to have it in the toilet when you reach uni.

- At uni, when you just put your bag down and on your way to the loo, the lecturer steps in and speaks in an Indian accent:" Elo everione! Pls siiit down and lecture is gonna starte!"

- Oh well, you suddenly feel better, and think you can tahan for an hour or so. So you decide not to head towards the loo.

- During that one hour, life gets worse and you constantly have to contract your erhm ahem... asshole? to prevent the leakage of the toxicated gas.

- One hour passes and thank god nothing happen. Just when you think its a right time to have it done in the loo, you again suddenly feel better and need no more contraction of muscles. So you think the feeling is gone, and you sit down catching up with your friends in the uni for the 10 minutes break.

- 2nd hour of lecture starts. Just when you are about to start copying notes, the uncomfortable feeling strikes your stomach again.

- You start blaming the wrong timing, and meanwhile start the contracting of muscles also, again.

- You are so afraid of the unintentional leakage of FART that when you see someone looking at you, you think he/she smell your fart and know you are the culprit.

- The contraction of muscles of your buttock makes you feel the fart goes into your stomach, with some weird noise.

- Lecture finally ends. And surprisingly, the feeling (and the fart) ends also. You start cursing your stomach, then start the walking journey back home.

- And on the way home, you and your housemates decided to go for the pizza hut buffet lunch.

- When you arrive in pizza hut and start getting your pizza, the fartling (feeling of farting) haunts you again. In the restaurant. When you are chewing your ham and pineapple pizza.

- It comes and goes. So you think it is not that bad, and continue eating.

- At an instance the fartling and shitling hit the maximum point.
d(fartling)/d(time) = 0 at this point. <= Differentiation.

- You can't take anymore pizza, or any drinks. You hint to your friend that its time get the bill and go home. So yeah, you ask for the bill. The waitress says: "Yes!"

- You wait for 10 minutes and it seems the waitress is taking her own sweet time. Your friends continue to talk about Dota and you just can't join in the conversation, because you have to concentrate in the contraction of muscles.

- After the 10 minutes (which seem like an hour), you finally realise the waitress forgets to send you the bill. BRILLIANT! Wat a right time!

- After paying, you couldn't wait any longer and just walk as fast as you could back home. Then your friends try to make fun of you and start groping your ass, inducing the relaxation of your muscles. Another friend has to key in the wrong pin to enter your building at this time.

- The moment when you step into the house, the toilet is your world. And there starts the &%&$(*&!#@&@#!

- And when you think, ahhhhhhh finally its over its so comfortable time to wipe your ass, you realise only 2 sheets of toilet roll left.

HELP!

I have a day like this, today.

8 Guys + 1 Girl

2006-02-27T14:51:00.000Z

I had a group coursework for Fluid Mechanics last term, which we were to design an examination question in relation to our course syllabus, a proper answer sheet and marking scheme. Due to the lack of female species in my engineering course, I was grouped with another 7 guys. Because it involved group work, we had to stay in uni quite often to have regular meeting regarding the content of our coursework.

All of us were yet to realise, until our group leader Hugh inform us that there was actually another group member who she herself wasn't aware that she was in our group. Yes it was a SHE.

There was one meeting that all the group members had to present own's work solution to others. The meeting was held in the coffee lobby of my department. There was no proper table available, hence, the meeting was carried out with all of us sitting on chairs, with a low coffee table in the centre.

All the guys obtained similar solution, therefore no further discussion took place. Until she presented her different workings for the question, we were confused and needed her to give further explanation.

She sat on her chair, bent almost 70 degrees (from the vertical) to reach the coffee table in order to write her workings. She was wearing a rather loose top, hence, u know, it kept slipping and "something" kept revealing. I could feel the intense atmosphere at that instance. All the guys (including me) were holding our breathe, trying to concentrate on the paper, at the mean time praying nothing "slippery" would happen.

She carried on her explanation, with complete silence among the guys. No further question was raised.

We were gald that the meeting ended early. In the end, the friction was able to withstand the gravitational force, although it was barely. Really.

I was reminded of this incident because I saw her wearing the same top in lecture today.

Sakuragi

2006-02-25T00:21:00.000Z

Slam Dunk, my favourite manga when I was young. Sakuragi Hanamichi, the character who is always spastic (just look at the pictures) and clumsy. Yet he was the one who developed my interest and drove my motivation the most to play basketball. So much of disappointment when I just started to play basketball in my primary years. However I never gave up, because I looked up to him. =)

Well, although my basketball skills still isn't kickin' ass.... =P. And I don't play as often as I did anymore.

Despite the colourful, hilarious and high-achieving Sakuragi in the manga, I found out that the manga was actually inspired by a Japanese basketball player. Yes there was a Sakuragi Hanamichi in real life. However, his life was tragic.

Sakuragi Hanamichi was born in 1968. He lost his mother since he was young. He was in a very small size when he was young, therefore he was always teased by other kids. Since then he had learnt to deal with this kind of problem with violence.

When he was 12, he was in the height of 178 cm (man I am still below that and I am 21 -_-). In an occasion of fighting he was spotted by a coach, who discovered his potential. Hence he started playing basketball.

When he was 17, he was playing against the Japanese national team in a basketball competition. He had succeeded in impressing Japan in his rookie match by scoring 33 points.

However, his father was in fatal condition and he had to rushed back to Tokyo. On the way of crossing the road to the hospital, he was knocked by a car. That was the last journey of his life and he was only 18.

Sorry for the lousy translation. lol.

I feel so shocked to read that his life is such a tragic. When he was about to start his high achievement in basketball, the accident stole his life. I realise how vulnerable life could be. And I also learnt that there are always underlying stories behind a story. It is always those underlying stories which lead to the story that we are seeing, or experiencing.

Suddenly, I feel like playing basketball again now.

The Untold Truth

2006-02-23T23:29:00.000Z

Today I got emotional watching a show. Not some tragic Korean dramas though.

If there is a 40 minutes to spare, download this (although its illegal =P) and watch.

The Long-Waited

2006-02-23T18:16:00.000Z

I have small ears. Thats why I feel extremely uncomfotable putting on standard earphones into my ears. The feeling is like stucking a pencil into his penis (after correction from Nik). Hence, when I first got my Ipod mini, I bought a Sennheiser PMX 60 from ebay because I thought my ears would feel more comfortable with it, and it looked kinda cool too.

Indeed, it does serve above functions. But it doesn't comfort my heart. The transducer principle of the headphone is dynamic open, which means (to me), with your headphone on, people aournd you still can share the music with you. In other words, they can listen to what exactly you are listening, or the beat of the bass, if the volume is slightly higher.

Doesn't feel good. I could feel people around me in the bus, or in a silent atmosphere (eg library) staring cock at me. It's as though they see an alien wearing a headphone. -_-

Hence, I had to turn down the volume. What came next? I could hear the annoying sound of vehicles or dogs barking when I was walking. Yeah its good as a sign of aware that dogs are coming to bite me. But the music? No more enjoyment really.

Therefore, I decided to buy an insert type earphone (with closed transducer principle specifically!). Asked around and made some research online and finally, from the recommendation of Matthew, who has maybe 6 to 7 earphones of this type, I opt for Pioneer SE-CL30.

I searched ebay, kelkoo, amazon, google, ebay us, ebay hongkong................ No such product available.

Until I came across Audiocubes (a US website) and some other Taiwan and Japan website selling it. Japanese? Yeah I have the standard equivalent to primary one, so heck it. Taiwan? Need to join memebrship, survey this survey that. Oh well, lastly I decided to buy it from Audiocubes, on the 3rd of February.

The website provided me a tracking number for the item. I was so happy and lalala everyday kept tracking the status of my new toy.

It was dispatched from Osaka on the 12th of February, reached UK on the 14th. I was so exicted, waiting everyday when the postman would come.

But he didn't come. Not even a "You are out!" slip. AAHAHAAAJHhhhhhhh...........

Then I discovered it had been in the London Depot since the date of arrival, under the status of being held. What? They smuggled some heroine with my earphone or what?

In the end, I couldn't wait any longer and I called Parcel Force. Talked to the stupid computerised operator for a while, and finally got to complain to a real human operator.

Me: Where is my earphone?
She: Oh it has been attempted to be delivered. You did't get the slip?
Me: No. (Not even a hair)
She: Oh ok I'll arrange a redelivery for you.
Me: Send it to Queensway post offfice please. I don't trust postman anymore.

And YES! I went to post office today to collect it. Man I was so excited (and desperate) after the long wait. After collecting, I just took my cutter out from my bag and cut the package, took the earphone out and put it on. The process took place in the post office for about 5 minutes.

It looks so gorgeous! (Sorry for the ulu-ness, its the long wait!)

Hah! I switched the volume of my mini (not cooper, its an Ipod) higher, and man the quality of the sound was superb! No more stare cocks. And its noise cancelling. Hence no more vrroom vroom or wow wow anymore. I even felt worried I couldn't hear the bus coming. Hahahaha.....

My ears are small. But the earbuds fit in nicely. The more brilliant thing is, it comes with 3 pairs of earbuds with different sizes. Wonderful!

In the bus, I could finally feel the music in my heart. The feeling was so good. I could feel Hacken Lee, Jay Chou and Alicia Keys singing next to me. =)

I nearly forgot to get off the bus. Plus, I wished the journey from the bus stop to my department was longer so that I could listen to more songs. =P

With the socks that Cherylmon gave me, at this instance, it has somehow controlled my lust. The lust of buying an Ipod Video. Hahahaha....

*Happy birthday to How Liong!!*

Dota

2006-02-23T00:21:00.000Z

Dota, the most popular game for gamers nowadays. Who doesn't play dota? One thing great about dota is, it is not merely a game. It serves more than a game.

It makes gamers think. Think about strategy and skills. Above that, they download other good players' full game to have post match analysis. To learn and also, to develop strategies and skills to counter.

They are my housemates.

There is no border between dota. Dota makes people closer to each other. I had a friend, Quek who came down from Loughborough during Xmas holidays. Before he arrived I was worried I won't be hospitable enough. And he didn't know 2 of my housemates. But guess what, dota pulls them together and most of the time, he was playing and analysing dota with them. Nowadays they still play dota on hamachi, a dota server who people join and play. Some sort of combination of messenger and battlenet.

Even people who doesn't play dota (me) knows about hamachi. Can you imagine the popularity?

Dota also helps to make new friends. Look at the network expansion:

October: Yinky Chau, Wee Yow, XQ, Vilex.
November: October + Wei Mun, Patrick.
December: November + Quek, Quek's friend from Msia (thanks to battlenet).
January: December - Wei Munn - Vilex.
Wei Mun -- Unknown reason.
Vilex -- Not enough time to study.
February (now): Yinky Chau, Wee Yow, XQ, Patrick, Kwan Wey, Kwan Xiang.
Just nice for 3 vs 3. However they complain there is difference in level. =P

See! The power of dota.

Dota is addictive too. My housemate Wee Yow plays dota when he comes back from uni. Plays dota after dinner. And one more, or maybe two before he sleeps. Same for my roommate, Yinky Chau. Yinky Chau couldn't even sleep when he couldn't understand some "technique" in dota. He would jump out from bed, try to work out something from dota before getting the satisfaction.

Not to forget to mention, they have post match analysis after each game. Everywhere. After the match. On the way to uni. In 4 seasons. In Magic Wok. In my living room (happening now). In lecture hall. And etc.

I guess I have to stop here because they have just finished their post game analysis. They think I am blackmailing them now. Having said these, I would like to clarify I don't play dota. But see the power of dota? haha...

Real-ly Stunned

2006-02-21T22:52:00.000Z

Real Madrid has the greatest money-making power among the world's football clubs. Upon that, Real Madrid has even greater power in delivering disappointment.

Stunned by Henry and a bunch of Arsenal young lads. Inexperienced bunch of players who seem so small compared to Beckham, Ronaldo's fame.

Yet its their confidence and hard work that pay off. Hard work for opening space for Henry.If it wasn't their lack of luck, Real could have gone 2 to 3 down.

Real, so what? Didn't even see any quality football flowing among Real players. Cicinho should have played as a right wing instead so that he won't leave the right side empty most of the time. Guti? Captain? Didn't even realise his presence. I feel Real's formation was without a mid field player. Hardly see a mid field player connecting the football.

And maybe they need one more Mourinho to lead them. The managers (who have been sacked, or is about to be sacked soon) are like Alex Yoong driving a Ferrari, losing to Sauber. Sorry Alex. haha...

Good play Benfica and AC Milan. Real made me lost my betting combination, again. =(

The Football Theory: Football Is Round has again be proven. Where is my luckkkkkkkkk?

Now I am looking forward to tomorrow's Chelsea vs Barcelona. Manuel got a ticket to Stamford Bridge. Damn...

Me: I heard u are going to Stamford Bridge?
Manuel: Yea man!
Me: Are you gonna sit with home fans or away fans?
Manuel: I'll sit at the home side but I am going to wear Barcelona jersey and carry a Spain flag and keep waving.
Check if you'll see me on the TV. A Spain flag among the home fans. Thats me.
Me: Are you sure?
Manuel: Of course I am sure MAN!
Me: .................

I admire his braveness. Oh forgot to mention, Manuel is a Spanish.

Look out for him on the TV, anyone.

Hopefully Crespo will be my Hero tomorrow!

A New Thing

2006-02-20T23:49:00.000Z

I always have a weird feeling when I wanna use some of my old belongings. Old belongings which I haven't used them for a long long time. Some are hidden in my cupboard. Some are abandoned in my drawer. Or in my closet at the most bottom part, underneath all my clothes.

Like, I used to dig out some t shirts which I haven't worn for ages (or, I have abandoned them...) when I ran out of t shirts to wear. At the moment of stepping out my house, I hesitated and in the end took it off and changed. Somehow the feeling wasn't so right. I felt they make me look weird. Although they were once my favourites.

Same thing to my shoes, my bags, my jeans, my accessories, and etc.

I guess that's the reason I have this new page. I (highly) rarely even sribble anything on my msn page. Feel so weird to even click on the link. haha.

Hence, I created this new page. Hopefully I'll use it regularly so that I don have to create another one in the future.

Note: I don't treat my gurl friend and friends in this way tho. Don't worry mon! =)