I took some pics of the camwhore addict Gundam Luz. This lil guy just LOVES the camera =)
Don't worry, peeps. He's living a happy life with me.
Anywho, my dad's given me an 02XDA IIi. If you don't know what that is, here're some pictures. It's a PDA+Handphone.
It's got a 533MhZ proccesor unit, 1.3mgpx camera, 64mb internal memory(and there's a 128mb stick in it). It's an old model though, so there's no 3G capability. Not like I can afford the 3G lifestyle -.-
The cool part is that I can surf the net via wireless. My router's got a wifi, so this little PDA can surf the web just as fast as any computer(if you dont count loading). MSN, gmail, reading manga... woot =)
The downside is the battery life. I still can't find out the reason why it consumes 5% of its battery just one hour aftr recharging. I tried taking Colin's advice and set the backscreen light a little lower. It's got no HDD and stores data on ROM. So if the battery dies...poof. Everything's gone.
Whee! The best part is that I can switch between my E398 AND XDA IIi depending on the situation. Let's say I'm going far away for a holiday, or outstation, I can bring the 02. But if im just going out with friends, the small E398 will be handy.
=) Been playing with the PDA since school finished and am starting my Mod maths revision at 10.30pm. Die lo.
Fern's coupled. My sister is coupled. Nab and Zak are coupled. Rent Kent is coupled. Even Zhang Rei and Colin are coupled(not with each other, obviously).
And hey, looky here, I'm still a bachelor.
It gets irritating when my friends are involved. They have no time for you, and the only thing that matters to them is each other, and no one else. I'm not pointing fingers, but more of stating a general fact. Don't take me in the wrong way, I'm not saying that they shouldnt spend time with each other, but...just to point out some stuff.
Whenever I'm with SuFern, Zak and Nabilah, I find myself as an outsider. Zak and Nab will be jiwanging all the time, and if Leon's not around, Fern will be squealing with Nab about how cute they both are, etc. Fern and Nab are best friends. Zak is the boyfriend. So where am I in the picture? I used to be best friends with Zak, tho now I think that statement is false.
I'm probably just a lampost. A tall one.
Fern said this once, "Whee! All my friends are getting coupled!"
I stood there quiet.
...how come I've got nobody? I try. I really try. Maybe I'm not good looking enough. Maybe I'm not as charming or funny like Boon Heng. Or perhaps as brave and witty as Zakwan?
Perhaps people always see me as someone who can be just a friend. Lai Wei Shiung. Not someone u can get involved with, but merely an aquaintance.
It's not like I'm DESPERATE to find someone. I just...I suppose I could say I want to know what it's like to have a friend/girl that I can always lean on when I'm down. Someone who I can feel comfortable around. Not the fat lard ass impression I have of myself whenever talking to someone.
I've been going after the same person for 4 years. She may not think much of me, but whenever she's near, my heart beats faster, my legs turn into jelly, and there's just an aura around her that tells me "That's the most beautiful person you'll ever see. The way she moves, the way she talks. Her laughter. Her smile. Just witnessing her presence is bliss. There is no explanation as to why you feel this way. There isn't a need for explanation."
How does it feel to be not even close to the most beautiful person you know? To understand that there's no chance at all between the two of you, that her world, and yours, are two different realms. It's not easy to accept it. But somehow I did. I do show her forms of affection once in awhile, but I have no other intention than to just make her feel great. And at times, it does take its toll. I try to keep it inside. This emotion of sadness and how unfair life can be. I can't be as good as those that she likes.
I see myself living alone on in a wooden house above the green hills of New Zealand, growing old, and thinking about how life could've been sweet to have lived it with her.
Maybe there are people that are meant to just watch and admire the beautiful relationships and people that bloom around them. Maybe we were meant, created, to beautify others. The side characters of a story.
What is my place?
It's hard for me to even dream of being the main love of someone's life. Is there even a possibility?
Flowers of others are sprouting along the path I walk, and I can only sniff them as I pass.
We are contantly told to study, study, study. A's are everything. Grades are everything. Quoting a remark written by some smart ass to the Star on a grade-importance debate:
"I am a straight A student. In my opinion, A's are everything. It shows the quality of a person that we are, and our capability."
Such a sad, sad, lifeless person.
Next to Disney Musical Scenes(Let's sing and dance!), it's people that do directly as their told that annoy me. I have a friend who said "If God told me to kill my mother, I would do it."
Blind faith in the guidance of others. I hear stories about a beautiful relationship broken up because the guy is a Christian but the girl is not, so the church group tells him to end it.
I hate being told what to do, or how to live my life.
I want a life of peace, where I don't have to be this succesful person just to please others. I'll be spending my entire life providing, and going through the same routine everyday, until I retire.
My life would be wasted away, because of the mold our community has. Money, power, rank, and greed.
My only solace?
Photographs, literature, and friends.
Pic of the day:
They make us wear uniforms, to study and inherit a legacy which we had no say about.
I submitted this into Gemala. Wrote it about 2 months back.
The road seems so long.
The first day I met you, I was not sure if it was just me, or if someone had really injected drugs into my veins from behind. The day at the carnival seemed so short. I caught my first glimpse of you when queuing up for a ride. For that moment, the sounds of the roller coaster seemed to fade off, and everyone around me disappeared except you.
Hello there stranger? Are you lost too?
It took me more courage than I thought I had to introduce myself. You smiled shyly, not knowing who this boy standing in front of you was, or the special place he'd take in your heart forever. I remember how your friends giggled from behind, enjoying a romantic scene. But I didn't care what they thought, because at that moment, all I hoped was for you to acknowledge my existence.
Maybe if we walk together, we'll find where this road leads to.
Remember our first date at the movies? Ah…I shed a tear of joy each time I do. You held on to my shoulder tightly as we watched the horror flick, too afraid to watch the ghost appear. When you found out that I had my eyes closed all through the show, you wouldn't stop laughing all the way back as I drove you home. It was only when a little kiss was planted on your cheek in front of the door that you hushed, and your face turned bright red.
On the day we married, I was the happiest man on earth. There were probably no angels singing, or little white doves flying above the church as we walked out as man and wife. But I was happy, because seeing you smile and thinking that you were mine forever seemed too good to be true. And it was.
Braving the odds, we journeyed together hand in hand. Your shoulder was my strength, and your heart was my hope.
When we moved into our new home, you happily dragged me to every room, pointing out every detail of how you wanted it furnished. The room for the children that we would have must have its walls painted bright blue, with stars and planets drawn on it so that he or she would not be afraid of the dark during the night. The wall in our bedroom that blocked us from the rising sun to was to have a sliding glass door so that we could greet the new day together every morning. I laughed at how you thought our house could be turned into a romantic haven, and you pouted the entire day until I agreed to work on it immediately.
The road is uncertain. But as long as you are with me, my friend, I know that all will be alright.
On the day you passed away, I could not bring myself to accept the fact. I wanted to hit the young boy who drove without a license till he bled, so that he could feel the pain you felt. But as he kneeled on the floor in tears and begged for forgiveness, I could not bring myself to it. Dropping to my knees, I cried too. The memories of you filled my head, each one bringing another drop of tear to the pool beneath me. You were so young, and there was so much in life that awaited the both of us.
Why am I alone? I look back at the road, hoping to see you, as if you've merely tripped and was left behind, but got back on your feet and caught up with me again.
The world seemed black and lifeless. Little care had I left for anything, and only the thought of you kept me going. I visited every place in the world that reminded me of you, from where we first met at the carnival, to the city where we had our honeymoon. I cursed fate for taking you away from me, yet once again cried for it was also fate that brought us together. Was this some game that it played, bringing us with hopes to journey through life hand in hand, yet so easily breaking us apart with death?
I fall to the ground, the road's sharp slates cutting into my skin. There is nobody to pick me up again. For you are gone. And still, the road seems so long.
As I sit on our bed one day, looking through photographs of us, our little son puts his head on my lap, and says he misses you. I hug him tightly, and told him that I felt the same. Fate has denied him the love of his mother as he grew up, so I swore to myself never to let him or you down. But whenever I waited in the car to pick him up from school, or when I sat down during his wedding, I'd imagine that you were with me by my side, wearing the smile I'll never forget. Maybe you really were.
I get on my feet again, every inch raised from the ground powered by the memory and love I had with you. Still in my heart, you were with me. I dared the road once again.
Our son is by my side as I lie on the same bed we slept on. With him is his life's partner, and a little story which he and her have to write, just like we did. They are crying, but I can only help but smile. It's been so long, but I'm about to see you again.
Hey there... I believe we've met?
I finally close my eyes, with the image of our son and grandchild forever embedded into my soul. I can also see you standing beside them, smiling. Everything feels so light...
And here I am again, in an uncertain road, stretching endlessly. I can't see where it leads to, and feel afraid to retake this journey. Then I feel someone holding my hand, saying:
The school was crazy enough to have an assembly this morning. Over a hundred pure science students were pouring over Biology textbooks because the paper was due first. And you could guess how our reactions were.
Apparently there was an 'important' announcement. Yet again, another speech on raising school funds. They're thinking of revamping the entire school look, and are bringing in a 'so called' architect designer to plan a new theme for the school. Please be Turqoisue and White. *crosses fingers*. I can't stand the pink walls any longer.
Now, regarding the Ceriathon...wait. What's a ceriathon? I know what a Marathon is...but what's a ceriathon? Do we gather all the students in one place and see who can smile the longest? Or see who can be the nicest?
Whatever it is, we're supposed to raise funds for this 'Ceriathon'. Each person is to have a minimal of RM50 collected. And seriously, wtf? With exams and all, I'm sure they know we're busy. Oh wait, now I see their plan. "Ask the parents.". Geez.
I think the last time I went around collecting money for this sorta thing was back in Std 4. Ian Kok and I went around the neighborhood collecting cash for some jogathon we never took part in. We'd only ring the doorbells of houses that looked like it had well to do people(e.g. Auto gates, nice cars, fresh paint, etc). And...the sad part was that we split it 60-40. I got 40, of course. Oh, woe is me.
Our beloved Headmistress seems to be very edgy these days. There hasn't been once ever since the beginning of this year that whenever she spoke during assembly, she wouldnt scold us. I'd say menopause, but I think she went pass that phase along time ago. =( I miss the days when she's be sweet and caring, picking up rubbish when she sees them, or reciting english quotes(which I REALLY listen to) after every speech she makes. Now, she just PMSes all over us. Sigh.
And the majority of Form4 boys shouting, screaming, and clapping at every single thing like a bunch of handicaps doesn't do much good to the situation either. I was rather sleepy during today's assembly, but if I heard correctly, this was our Headmistress's last sentence:
Our school motto is..."TO HELL WITH THE MOTTO".
Geez.
Pic of the day:
Remember my new pencil box? Yeah, well, it's serving me REALLY nicely now, especially since you can never have enough space for stuff. Since the zippers were abit small, I attached some bling-bling to it.
The lower pouch(where I put stationery) has the Griever symbol.
This is my second blingbling. It's a metal carved with the word "Snake", following my chinese birth star. Sadly, half of it came out, so now all it means is worm. Bleh.
SOMEBODY HELP ME! I NEED A NEW BLING BLING! :'(
Edit: Click here if you don't know what a bling bling is.
Probably THE funniest imitation item, ever. Stereo. BWAHAHAHAAAHAHH!!!
Twist, lick, phunk!
Poh Nee skips MassCom and starts her own design label.
Angel the VERY FURRY is now Angel the not so furry. We sent the little bitch for a fur cut yesterday. She's so thinnnnnnn...
I told my mom she now looks like Sean Connery.
Many thanks to Vienna for writing me a birthday testimonial on Friendster. I'm surprised she even bothered since we didnt keep in touch for nearly a year =p Thanks anyway.
And last but definitely not least:
Many hugs, kisses, anals and etc to Fern, Nab and Zak! I love it! Strike Freedom~! And also, credits to Ooi Hong for helping me assemble it =p
LONDON: Don't get us wrong. We are not mercenary. Money is not the main reason why Malaysian professionals and students choose to remain in Britain.
That is UK Executive Council for Malaysian Students chairman Wan Mohd Firdaus Wan Mohd Fuaad's reply to Higher Education Minister Datuk Mustapa Mohamed's advice to Malaysian students that money was not everything and that they should return home after their studies. On Tuesday, Mustapa said Malaysian students must have a strong sense of nationalism and patriotism.
Firdaus said there was a host of other factors coming into play, including work culture, environment and exposure as well as job challenges and prospects.
“The Government should look at the bigger picture,” he said.
He said Malaysia could be competitive where money was concerned but the powers that be must make a greater effort to attract the students home.
“The Government cannot just expect these people to be nationalistic and patriotic and return to Malaysia when the time comes,” he said.
Firdaus said that from his discussions with Malaysian professionals such as investment bankers and doctors, money constituted only 30% of the pull factor. He said for instance, an investment banker earning about £50,000 (RM325,000) a year in London would probably get about RM240,000 back in Malaysia.
“Let’s face it. Malaysia is not their turf as they have already established their network and contacts in Europe and the United States.
“However, if they are made to feel wanted back home and to contribute their expertise to improve the country’s economy, they are prepared to sit down and look at the options available,” he added.
In this regard, Firdaus said government-linked companies including Khazanah Holdings and Danaharta and corporations like Tenaga Nasional could be more proactive. He said that so far, more than 100 professionals and mainly medical students have responded to the survey conducted by the council, which represents 58 Malaysian student societies or about 80% of the 12,000-strong student population in Britain.
“We hope to compile the final report and submit it to Deputy Science, Technology and Innovation Minister Datuk Kong Cho Ha by the end of next month,” he said.
London Umno Club chairman Dzariman Ibrahim agreed that work experience, exposure to the latest technology and access to the European market were among the pull factors.
While money was an issue, it was not the main reason for not returning home, he added. In Petaling Jaya, MCA international affairs bureau chairman Datuk Lee Hwa Beng said self-sponsored students should not be blamed for not returning after completing their studies overseas.
“Those whose studies were financed by their parents will be thinking about returning the money when they graduate.
“You cannot blame them. These people have spent a lot of money to get a degree and they need to earn it back,” he said. However, he said government-sponsored students were bound by their scholarships to return and work in the country.
“It is their responsibility to serve the country which financially supported them. And they should be prosecuted if they do not come back,” he said.
MCA Club Australia president Chan Wei Ming said verbal encouragement alone would not be enough to draw home those working overseas.
“Patriotism alone will not feed, support or motivate local doctors. You need better opportunities, respect and a better public healthcare system,” he said.
He added that many graduates remained overseas to gain more experience and resources in the hope that they would excel one day in their home country.
Chan said the Government had to do more to attract the brains home.
“A simple speech on nationalism and patriotism without any positive action is akin to baiting sharks with worms,” he said.
This was London's(Malaysian doctors) response to the Goverment's moral based advice and accusation that Medical students studying abroad should come home to work instead of staying abroad(London being the main point) just because factions overseas paid more money. Tahu tak apa. I've said before, this country is ruled by a Moral Texbook.
Though, it's not that I think patriotism is all that, but if all the good doctors were abroad, what does that leave us with?
It's very controversial because if a medical students studies HARD, it's obvious that, as a human being, they'd want to reap the full benefits of their hardwork, and really, for now Malaysia just can't offer that sort of pay(except private hospitals). This matter concerns both the welfare of the public health and medical students.
Communism isnt that far off, if you ask me. A police officer running a small business was caught and forced to close down because "Goverment servants must give full attention to the needs of the country."
They(The G-men) seem to keep forgetting that even though it is patriotic and selfless to serve the country full heartedly, it is also foolish to neglect the needs of their family, and dreams. Surely you can't expect much from the average policeman's salary.
I'm not saying that being a public servant is bad, but its just that for being selfless proffesionals, the goverment should make an effort to woe back their doctors, like benefits, instead of just saying "Oh you mesti PATRIOTIC, MESTI BALIK. Tak payah Makan la, patriotism boleh kenyang punya."
Bleh, this doesn't even concern me. Back to studying.
