Congrats to KH~! He's one of my best pals, and he's a dad now!
Man, comparatively it seems like i dun make any progress in life... :P
(happenings surrounding my life seem to hint that the measurement of life development is to get a baby :P 2 many frens' babies this year )
Life's been bz lately. Definitely hav become more hardworking and have paid more attention to my academic performance, but still quite far from what i demand for myself. Today i spent my day unwisely again, and should keep this in mind so that by the end of this semester, my basics in the subject of learning will be of an excellent one. I have to constantly remember what i have done and what i wanna do.
Good news from the uni that any gold medal equivalent achievement in international tourneys qualify students for my uni's scholarship application. Seems like things start to steer to the opposite direction now. As I said on my msn, its just a matter of time. It really is. When the seemingly worst worsens, it will bttr when things cant be any worse. This is the time persistence, resilience, courage and determination pay off.
Well, I really cant say that things have been tragically unfortunate. Neither do i have preference in painting things more sensationally than it is in a melodramatic manner. I would just say that the feeling of insecurity has been in control. I'm more at peace at the current development of my life. Choices have been made, and accountability should couple them maturely. Clarity has undone the feeling of discontent about being directionless. I will do what i can do.
But first i will need to keep up with the class.
That's the primary task to complete in the upcoming weeks.
Hope everyone is great.
Cheerio
Friday, September 21, 2007
Thursday, September 06, 2007
First Breath
My break has come to an end finally.
With work up to my throat for a couple of weeks, this break is definitely a gift.
Its like being in the water (without a gas tank or a scuba), then gulping the first breath once breakin the surface. Dat first breath is my break.
With the break comes to an end, what follows is the subsequent breath. First one, relieving, but following would be the time when the realization of oxygen deficit kicks in. Then u realize ur still suffocating no matter how hard u breathe, for a while, with some funky spin in ur head at times complemented by a thunder of ur own breath as if ur disconnected from the surrounding reality. And then it will be the time an avalanche of work crumbles and raises a series of tsunami size waves. Yea RUN u bttr run. U’ll be engulfed but u might chance survival if u tried ur very best. U might.
Another one takes place in a different setting. Eyes closed. In the water. Volatile. A multitude of current attacks from all direction initially, which later on concentrates in one stream. Directionless. But force can be felt to push him away from his surrounding which he is familiar with since he has all the sense given. Timeless. Waves over waves of pushes. Silence. Then waves after waves again. Then noise. Mayb light too. People crying. Laughing. He feels afloat before something impacts on his ass. Then first breath. That’ll be the imaginary illustration of the coming of another debataby lol. Congrats~!
Yea another fren has gotten a baby. Another one will be expected soon.
The first breath is then celebrated annually, to commemorate the gamble of lives on that day. However, I have had one of my most celebrated ones this year. Really grateful for those who have played a role in that. Starting with my fam(which refused to celebr8 w a cake cuz it coincided with another funky Chinese festival :P), my gay frens (who also happened to be the first guys to buy me a bouquet of flowers in my life @my convo :P), the notorious Charliean craziloids who shouted with me in the k-room (k for krazie oo yeah, n itz really really really fun :P. 360k thanks to every1 for that, esp heay the organizer) and the voracious SPICE gals eating before me for 3 hours without a break with undivided attention (and then k box again lol):P Really enjoyed every bit of it. Some said I celebrated my bday longer than the king lol. Honestly I felt bttr than one when I had fun :P
Like most real life stories, it just cant be perfect.
It really would be if I could slp.
And without the strange random dream marathon even if I could.
(seriously I could remember one that I was takin photos all the time while I was slp’g and its not fun). I wished I could design a button to put me to slp at my wish.
Especially worse when my class starts 2mr and have lotsa work pending long enough to get over with. Yea even with my unimaginably odd repulsion to conformity. So I think I should try again.
Let me end this by some weird stuff that has happened in my life or some weird thoughts spurred out of the moment while I’m adam :P
1) Is the wave of human relation intensities analogue or digital if they could be graphed?
2) When I Adamized Mich
a. The body is the container of u, the latent energy is still who u r :P
Well, probably that’s a lil bit of this and that from a sea of random thoughts, happenings or illusionary reality of my life.
Do welcome Adamization once again.
At 0348.
Goodnite.
My break has come to an end finally.
With work up to my throat for a couple of weeks, this break is definitely a gift.
Its like being in the water (without a gas tank or a scuba), then gulping the first breath once breakin the surface. Dat first breath is my break.
With the break comes to an end, what follows is the subsequent breath. First one, relieving, but following would be the time when the realization of oxygen deficit kicks in. Then u realize ur still suffocating no matter how hard u breathe, for a while, with some funky spin in ur head at times complemented by a thunder of ur own breath as if ur disconnected from the surrounding reality. And then it will be the time an avalanche of work crumbles and raises a series of tsunami size waves. Yea RUN u bttr run. U’ll be engulfed but u might chance survival if u tried ur very best. U might.
Another one takes place in a different setting. Eyes closed. In the water. Volatile. A multitude of current attacks from all direction initially, which later on concentrates in one stream. Directionless. But force can be felt to push him away from his surrounding which he is familiar with since he has all the sense given. Timeless. Waves over waves of pushes. Silence. Then waves after waves again. Then noise. Mayb light too. People crying. Laughing. He feels afloat before something impacts on his ass. Then first breath. That’ll be the imaginary illustration of the coming of another debataby lol. Congrats~!
Yea another fren has gotten a baby. Another one will be expected soon.
The first breath is then celebrated annually, to commemorate the gamble of lives on that day. However, I have had one of my most celebrated ones this year. Really grateful for those who have played a role in that. Starting with my fam(which refused to celebr8 w a cake cuz it coincided with another funky Chinese festival :P), my gay frens (who also happened to be the first guys to buy me a bouquet of flowers in my life @my convo :P), the notorious Charliean craziloids who shouted with me in the k-room (k for krazie oo yeah, n itz really really really fun :P. 360k thanks to every1 for that, esp heay the organizer) and the voracious SPICE gals eating before me for 3 hours without a break with undivided attention (and then k box again lol):P Really enjoyed every bit of it. Some said I celebrated my bday longer than the king lol. Honestly I felt bttr than one when I had fun :P
Like most real life stories, it just cant be perfect.
It really would be if I could slp.
And without the strange random dream marathon even if I could.
(seriously I could remember one that I was takin photos all the time while I was slp’g and its not fun). I wished I could design a button to put me to slp at my wish.
Especially worse when my class starts 2mr and have lotsa work pending long enough to get over with. Yea even with my unimaginably odd repulsion to conformity. So I think I should try again.
Let me end this by some weird stuff that has happened in my life or some weird thoughts spurred out of the moment while I’m adam :P
1) Is the wave of human relation intensities analogue or digital if they could be graphed?
2) When I Adamized Mich
a. The body is the container of u, the latent energy is still who u r :P
Well, probably that’s a lil bit of this and that from a sea of random thoughts, happenings or illusionary reality of my life.
Do welcome Adamization once again.
At 0348.
Goodnite.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
A talk by Prof Mohd Yunus, the Nobel Prize for Peace winner of 2006
Well i sound more and more twisted these days. It really does feel like centuries ago since i last drop a word here. But then, there's really nothing much to write about. Really. :P
Anyway, a risky and yet strategic and now fulfilling wise decision was how i set my day off :P
In my cozy bed, i was really struggling pondering to make a very hard decision based on the eternal philosophic question that shakespearre posed: to be or not to be ? in my case :to sleep or not to sleep; if not, to attend or not to attend (the talk)? (since i have a group meeting for a case study at 10 and i havnt done my slides, oo the talk would end by around 10 s well :P). Still feeling the residual tiredness from last nite, and the nite before, and the nite before that.., all these options wr quacking at the same time. The AC was chilly and inviting against any change.
Finally i woke up n decided to go for the talk, betting on my prediction on the other member's punctuality based on my experience; and time invested to find that truth :P
I was a bit late, but still made in before the talk started. And its already crowded.
(Zoom straight to the talk :P)
Well, and he walked in, dressed pretty casually decent, with a warm smile of an up/inverted arch.
Indeed it was an inspirational speech, not to mention he's a pretty funny and witty guy too. Datz the reason why the house surrendered to his charm on stage; but yet the talk was grounded by his experience and his philosophy was translated through the narration of his work. (in comparison with some of the flowery but comparatively ambigious overly general speeches by some famous people).
My mind was triggered to some of my personal experience to some ponder about the social business , as he termed it. Especially about a brief comparison of charity business and social business, and their comparative significance.
Well initially jus wanted to record a couple of my fav quotes from the speech cuz i'm still rushing for my presentation :P. And they are :
"seeds of poverty are in the institution, seeds of poverty are in the society, seeds of poverty are in the system"
"poverty should be in the museum, not in the society"
For all the poors he helped
all the women he help empowered
all the beggars he reached
all his commitment for the past 30 yrs
all the lives he touched
all the perspectives about compassionate human beings beyond money making he propagated
all the green projects that are economically beneficial to the poors as well
he is indeed a man well deserved my/ i believe our utmost respect
i'm privilege to be in the hall this morning.
i made the right choice :P
cheerio
Well i sound more and more twisted these days. It really does feel like centuries ago since i last drop a word here. But then, there's really nothing much to write about. Really. :P
Anyway, a risky and yet strategic and now fulfilling wise decision was how i set my day off :P
In my cozy bed, i was really struggling pondering to make a very hard decision based on the eternal philosophic question that shakespearre posed: to be or not to be ? in my case :to sleep or not to sleep; if not, to attend or not to attend (the talk)? (since i have a group meeting for a case study at 10 and i havnt done my slides, oo the talk would end by around 10 s well :P). Still feeling the residual tiredness from last nite, and the nite before, and the nite before that.., all these options wr quacking at the same time. The AC was chilly and inviting against any change.
Finally i woke up n decided to go for the talk, betting on my prediction on the other member's punctuality based on my experience; and time invested to find that truth :P
I was a bit late, but still made in before the talk started. And its already crowded.
(Zoom straight to the talk :P)
Well, and he walked in, dressed pretty casually decent, with a warm smile of an up/inverted arch.
Indeed it was an inspirational speech, not to mention he's a pretty funny and witty guy too. Datz the reason why the house surrendered to his charm on stage; but yet the talk was grounded by his experience and his philosophy was translated through the narration of his work. (in comparison with some of the flowery but comparatively ambigious overly general speeches by some famous people).
My mind was triggered to some of my personal experience to some ponder about the social business , as he termed it. Especially about a brief comparison of charity business and social business, and their comparative significance.
Well initially jus wanted to record a couple of my fav quotes from the speech cuz i'm still rushing for my presentation :P. And they are :
"seeds of poverty are in the institution, seeds of poverty are in the society, seeds of poverty are in the system"
"poverty should be in the museum, not in the society"
For all the poors he helped
all the women he help empowered
all the beggars he reached
all his commitment for the past 30 yrs
all the lives he touched
all the perspectives about compassionate human beings beyond money making he propagated
all the green projects that are economically beneficial to the poors as well
he is indeed a man well deserved my/ i believe our utmost respect
i'm privilege to be in the hall this morning.
i made the right choice :P
cheerio
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
There are times that undercurrent is overlooked. be it under the sea, river; beneath curtains of motions or actions; beneath a smiling face.
A smile when words are void and meaningless mite probably be the only outlet for frustation, helplessness, annoyance and there's-nothing-else-to-say situation.
When a stemming will/intention to volitionally shape your own life is at times drowned by expectation or unreasonable preconceived prejudice and assertive claims that can be emotionally destructive; when it should be nurtured and nourished, is truly pretty damn sad. Especially when wat was thought to be certain now is flickering in discontent and insecurity of the probable setback that it may bring. And the supposedly source of courage is now source of noise that suffocates ur infant ambition. A lack of appreciation of the unrecognized wisdom in that, is however no where near the damage of the concluded personality assertion(tho i still wonder how assertions can be concluded) that comes with it, along with a link that i think missing, and cant imagine it with my blunt rusty thinkin ability.
i'm set for a voyage, with a rough compass, inexperienced, inconfident. courage is critical.
if ur not helping, at least do not sink my will.
its my adventure. not urs.
A smile when words are void and meaningless mite probably be the only outlet for frustation, helplessness, annoyance and there's-nothing-else-to-say situation.
When a stemming will/intention to volitionally shape your own life is at times drowned by expectation or unreasonable preconceived prejudice and assertive claims that can be emotionally destructive; when it should be nurtured and nourished, is truly pretty damn sad. Especially when wat was thought to be certain now is flickering in discontent and insecurity of the probable setback that it may bring. And the supposedly source of courage is now source of noise that suffocates ur infant ambition. A lack of appreciation of the unrecognized wisdom in that, is however no where near the damage of the concluded personality assertion(tho i still wonder how assertions can be concluded) that comes with it, along with a link that i think missing, and cant imagine it with my blunt rusty thinkin ability.
i'm set for a voyage, with a rough compass, inexperienced, inconfident. courage is critical.
if ur not helping, at least do not sink my will.
its my adventure. not urs.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Home
Well, without realizing i have been lazing at home for a week plus now.
If laziness is one of the symptoms for post expedition blues, then i shall conclude that i have been suffering quite severely. Almost acute :P
Have been talking about joggin for the past 4 days or so, but only ran for some 1 km before it rained. However, wateva discipline and determination lost in sports are converted in my tv/serie marathon addiction. Nearly screwed up the trial day for a part time because of that :P
The highlite of my return has to be mom failing to recognize me. I waved at her afar, but she only recognized me when she's 2m away from me. Well at least i had fun waving in public for some 10 secs.
After all the fun and life experience, itz now time to think about my future more seriously. Application for masters done. Only need to get a proper job. M sure there's a tonne of vacant financial jobs awaiting me to fill in with my aerospace degree lol. Sounds really ridiculous; but that's wat i do.
On another note, i'm enjoyin the on-going catching ups with my frens even after a week. think it will be a minor grand project for short future.
Will share my expedition stories later.
but before that
i am back~!
call me if ur free
till then, cheerio
Well, without realizing i have been lazing at home for a week plus now.
If laziness is one of the symptoms for post expedition blues, then i shall conclude that i have been suffering quite severely. Almost acute :P
Have been talking about joggin for the past 4 days or so, but only ran for some 1 km before it rained. However, wateva discipline and determination lost in sports are converted in my tv/serie marathon addiction. Nearly screwed up the trial day for a part time because of that :P
The highlite of my return has to be mom failing to recognize me. I waved at her afar, but she only recognized me when she's 2m away from me. Well at least i had fun waving in public for some 10 secs.
After all the fun and life experience, itz now time to think about my future more seriously. Application for masters done. Only need to get a proper job. M sure there's a tonne of vacant financial jobs awaiting me to fill in with my aerospace degree lol. Sounds really ridiculous; but that's wat i do.
On another note, i'm enjoyin the on-going catching ups with my frens even after a week. think it will be a minor grand project for short future.
Will share my expedition stories later.
but before that
i am back~!
call me if ur free
till then, cheerio
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
I neva had felt the slightest negative sentiment from my fundraising effort, despite of the hardship, frustration and wat not that come along with it. The surreal ambition of selling 200 packs in less than a week; the dimly glittering hope to get favorable response from the sponsor and to be able to raise enough fund altogether and the sudden drastic change in my fundraising plans and the increasing constraints i had, did not make me feel busted. Not a bit. Not even a split second. Not a single thought.
I'm feelin sorry for my fundraising plea today. Very. For a split second i din wanna continue selling no more. Even though the thought was washed away not too long after it emerged, it din wash away the sense of guilt i have. I really feel sorry. That keeps the possibility of me not being able to sell enthusiastically flickering. Unpredictably.
A very close buddy, indeed an almost-lifelong fren to-date, was placed in a very difficult position tryin to help me. Then the sayin that fundraising is a bitch echoes in me. I'm no longer sure that i'll be able to refute that with absolute certainty. At least not at the moment. And a bigger question was whether its fundraising or its me who is the bitch. That's a very heavy question occupyin my mind now. I'm too tired now to think for the answer. And i really do not know wat to say to my fren. It sucks. Trully. Honestly i'm still not sure that it happened because of me. But i jus cant help thinkin/feelin that i'm a factor. directly or indirectly.
And i was gonna post something bubbly today. After visitin a teacher, had a union dinner with another teacher and some other old buddies.
Its dispelled now.
First Do No Harm.
Did i?
I'm feelin sorry for my fundraising plea today. Very. For a split second i din wanna continue selling no more. Even though the thought was washed away not too long after it emerged, it din wash away the sense of guilt i have. I really feel sorry. That keeps the possibility of me not being able to sell enthusiastically flickering. Unpredictably.
A very close buddy, indeed an almost-lifelong fren to-date, was placed in a very difficult position tryin to help me. Then the sayin that fundraising is a bitch echoes in me. I'm no longer sure that i'll be able to refute that with absolute certainty. At least not at the moment. And a bigger question was whether its fundraising or its me who is the bitch. That's a very heavy question occupyin my mind now. I'm too tired now to think for the answer. And i really do not know wat to say to my fren. It sucks. Trully. Honestly i'm still not sure that it happened because of me. But i jus cant help thinkin/feelin that i'm a factor. directly or indirectly.
And i was gonna post something bubbly today. After visitin a teacher, had a union dinner with another teacher and some other old buddies.
Its dispelled now.
First Do No Harm.
Did i?
Monday, February 19, 2007
Man sometimes i jus love being myself. Energetic.
Datz y i still cant slp at 0435. And thats the punishment for drinkin a cup of saigon coffee in the afternoon. Great.
I did great selling yee sang 2day. First time ever, i managed to hit my daily sales target of 30 packs. Honestly, i really din see this coming despite of setting the target myself. But then, the figure was determined out of necessity rather than probability. And to be even more honest, i really dun think i can do this everyday till i leave for real. A good boost to my morale though. I'm slightly closer to the fundraising target. I owe this mental 100+ to my family- my aunts , cousins, sisters and etc. Apart from the sales, their support is immeasurable. Even my youngest sis bought yee sang from me using her ang pow dough. My fren from the states called her mum here to buy yee sang from me. My cousins and aunts, trumpeting and closing deals in a family gathering, to help me reach the unreachable. 30 per packs. i really din expect to be able to do that, despite of the increasing pressure to do so everyday for a week.
Apart from that i'm also happy to talk to some cousins whom i have not seen for ages. Guess that's all for the day.
And i still cant slp...
Datz y i still cant slp at 0435. And thats the punishment for drinkin a cup of saigon coffee in the afternoon. Great.
I did great selling yee sang 2day. First time ever, i managed to hit my daily sales target of 30 packs. Honestly, i really din see this coming despite of setting the target myself. But then, the figure was determined out of necessity rather than probability. And to be even more honest, i really dun think i can do this everyday till i leave for real. A good boost to my morale though. I'm slightly closer to the fundraising target. I owe this mental 100+ to my family- my aunts , cousins, sisters and etc. Apart from the sales, their support is immeasurable. Even my youngest sis bought yee sang from me using her ang pow dough. My fren from the states called her mum here to buy yee sang from me. My cousins and aunts, trumpeting and closing deals in a family gathering, to help me reach the unreachable. 30 per packs. i really din expect to be able to do that, despite of the increasing pressure to do so everyday for a week.
Apart from that i'm also happy to talk to some cousins whom i have not seen for ages. Guess that's all for the day.
And i still cant slp...
Saturday, February 17, 2007
V for vivified Valentines II
Well yea we were late at delivery but still managed to make it.
Then we pulled off straight away to 1u, hoping to catch a movie triumphantly. But then we were too late so we just ended up havin dinner(except yumin as she was playin bball), while i was slp'g most of the time. Think some disease crept into me since then which later on prevailed. (Yup i still needed to go 2 my class and to my cousin's place for discussion).
Along with the near dead sick experience, this Vday was an eye opener in many ways.
i would neva had been able to imagine the backstage of a lustrous Vday. O yea imagine the celebration of Vday(mainly by the consumers) is like a stage play; then the it requires a functional backstage to support it. Here, i mean the service industry, restaurants, and all other that provides for or facilitates lovers great romance and wat not. The one that i was closedly exposed to was the florist industry. Without this fundraising, i would neva extend my imagination to ponder the likes of a florists workin days and nights to deliver their orders. So is the increasing prosperity at the florist shop as Vday nearing. So these are the supportive backstage players who hassled tirelessly to make Vday show a success. While the seemingly romantic silky smooth Vday is going on, there's fierce undercurrent behind the scene, which is most of the time invisible to most of the people. Unless ur one of it. Or unless ur really observant and see the workers ants working to build the queen a pinkish nest of her dream.
It trully has enriched my life.
Especially when i have a great gang of ppl workin along with me throughout the process.
It would not hav worked if we missed anyone of those faithful members doing what they did. Everyone of them.
Thanx pal. If i hav not said that to u. And if u happened to come across my low profile expression channel.
Who are we?
What are we?
Charlie.
We managed to tame the seemingly oddity again~! Yaha.
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Well yea we were late at delivery but still managed to make it.
Then we pulled off straight away to 1u, hoping to catch a movie triumphantly. But then we were too late so we just ended up havin dinner(except yumin as she was playin bball), while i was slp'g most of the time. Think some disease crept into me since then which later on prevailed. (Yup i still needed to go 2 my class and to my cousin's place for discussion).
Along with the near dead sick experience, this Vday was an eye opener in many ways.
i would neva had been able to imagine the backstage of a lustrous Vday. O yea imagine the celebration of Vday(mainly by the consumers) is like a stage play; then the it requires a functional backstage to support it. Here, i mean the service industry, restaurants, and all other that provides for or facilitates lovers great romance and wat not. The one that i was closedly exposed to was the florist industry. Without this fundraising, i would neva extend my imagination to ponder the likes of a florists workin days and nights to deliver their orders. So is the increasing prosperity at the florist shop as Vday nearing. So these are the supportive backstage players who hassled tirelessly to make Vday show a success. While the seemingly romantic silky smooth Vday is going on, there's fierce undercurrent behind the scene, which is most of the time invisible to most of the people. Unless ur one of it. Or unless ur really observant and see the workers ants working to build the queen a pinkish nest of her dream.
It trully has enriched my life.
Especially when i have a great gang of ppl workin along with me throughout the process.
It would not hav worked if we missed anyone of those faithful members doing what they did. Everyone of them.
Thanx pal. If i hav not said that to u. And if u happened to come across my low profile expression channel.
Who are we?
What are we?
Charlie.
We managed to tame the seemingly oddity again~! Yaha.
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Friday, February 16, 2007
V for Vivified Valentines
Now this Valentine's 07, is surely gonna be a very memorable one.
Keen rightfully refers to the period we were tested as the 48 hours of being florists.
This 48 hours is rich that so much has happened. Dramatic things. (and i mean it)
Prison Break- well with due respect, prison here refers to heay's hostel. She was grounded in her hostel and was prohibited to come out. I was waiting out there at 12 something am, communicating with her to collaborate some prison break plans, with my engine breathing at the entrance/exit. Waiting for her to rush out like an uncaged tiger(waowww~!), and (then) i'll bust off beyond the guards vision. Cool, i think, i hav seen this on screen over and over again, o yeah for a second i felt like my real name was Bandito Ho yaha~.
One min.... 2 min...
lol then for the following 5 minutes or so, nothing happened. i waited there by the road, and things started to be awkward. The guards peeped at me at times. i think they seriously think that i wanna kidnap innocent girls from their hostels. Heay buzzed and said that she cant jus walk out like that.
ok. Plan B. I suggested her to find some place where she could sneak out. Alas~She was tailed by 2 dedicated guards. ok, i will drive back to the base for the nite i guess.
Alrite, one man down. The war continued nonetheless. We need to battle against time to succeed in our clandestine project.
Lost- After the prison break drama, in which the protagonist failed to escape, i was on my lonesome journey back to The Base. Well i must admit that i wasnt really familiar with the routes there, but then i was slightly distracted by a msg beep and i took a right turn prematurely. And my roller coaster lost experience started when the highway started. With only one energy bar on my fon, i could only msg my frens economically. In a total strange highway, my worry was not that much of being lost, goin back home was not a question. Getting back to the base in time was my primary concern. One man's down. We cant afford another man lost.
So i took a very long detour like in the amazing race. With substantial difficulty i finally reached the Base safely. lol i can still imagine the breath that escaped from my chest when i saw the base :P
Remember Alamo lolllll yaha
The world is Flat - well wen i reached the base, its already around 1 to 2 am. Well, i was briefed of the situation there at the base. Alrite, we lost Heay (for that nite), along with her expertise wrapping couple and triplet bears. Utilizing the state of the art communication technology, one of the world's flattener as Thomas Friedman regarded as in his book, Keen started to msn with Heay to ask her how 2 wrap the teddies. So Heay skilfully drew a few 3-d pictures that illustrated the procedure of how to do the job. Well that stimulated some laughter among Xin and Keen. (i was not in the communication room until they laughed and wanted to share the joke). So the conclusion was, yea let's figure it out ourselves.
Sweet 18- While Xin and Keen were talking to Heay, Yumin and i were at downstairs most of the time. ocassionally i joined them and shared some fun. Then one of the motion in discussion was: how to get a lighter. It's Yumin's bday on that day, yea, she's a St.Valentino, born on the Vday.
We smuggled a cake into her house and was gonna ambush her with gr8 surprise. But then we had everything but the fire. So that discussion went on for a while, even after i left them, until they decided to give up fire and go green. Yea without candle light, we reduce a bit of CO2 emission, not 2 4get that the candles can be used again (reuse). lol We can contribute to the success of Kyoto Protocol hahaha. So yea, itz really cute to have a cake with candles erected without light. Xin and Keen surprised us by a sudden choir of Happy Bday and i joined rite after. So thats a really short break from work to hav a really cool and voracious supper. Of cuz, we din forget to take quite some pictures of above average oddity and absurdity lol. Yaha happy bday Yumin. But the bday gal din get any privillege after that, she still had to enslave herself to keep workin. :P (At the meantime, Heay was refining the presentation of some poems from 2 of our dearest customers in her lonesome lil cell...lol )
Sleepless in Subang- after some celebrative break, we all went back to our work. Well i mainly tied the teddies 2gether violently and stabilized them(violently too), as i dun have delicate skills in other areas. Keen turned pro in makin fancy ribbon ties. Xin became an expert in artificial blossoming exercise for some shy roses. Yumin was wrappin flowers and later on teddies. That continued until dawn broke. At the same time, silence was broken as well as Yumin's pets woke up, and when the terrier came harrass us :P (we were more like pets as we guarded the house awake while the dogs r slp'g lol)
The Departed- The remainin cake was finished off as breakfast. In great haste. Then we departed, with different missions on our shoulder. Yumin and Xin went to scool, to deliver the roses and to pamper some receivers of slightly malnutritioned roses. While Keen and I went to pick Heay up to form the three musketeers, or the Charmed, to assure continuity of production, as we ran short of roses. So we went to P St, and had wonderful porridge. A good kickstart to grab the best roses with lotsa other competitors at the florist's shop. We managed to get pretty roses, yaha. (honestly i felt sorry for those who got their roses before this, cuz they r really of different grades :P). So then we invaded Heay's college and set our base there. Time was tight as we needed to settle the balance in less than 2 hours and deliver them to Yumin and Xin.
Visit Malaysia 2007- I was running late as their recess ends at 1230. I left the college at around 1150. I'll fly my way there i thot. i had to. But bravo, our 1st world's traffic facility was extremely sluggish for anonymous reasons. I started snailing from sunway to pj. So thats where our toll charges go to. n yea i was late. So the plan is changed. I'd pick up Keen and Heay from the production base and rush to deliver the stuff to our agents inside the scool at 1510. We left the place at 1450. We thot another road was the escape for us from the traffic matrix. Nay we fell in another. I wonder if its really an asian thing, as they claim malaysia is trully asia. So we were late. Tired.Weary. But we did it~!
oops time to pick my sis up from scool. Part 2 and pix later. cheerio
Now this Valentine's 07, is surely gonna be a very memorable one.
Keen rightfully refers to the period we were tested as the 48 hours of being florists.
This 48 hours is rich that so much has happened. Dramatic things. (and i mean it)
Prison Break- well with due respect, prison here refers to heay's hostel. She was grounded in her hostel and was prohibited to come out. I was waiting out there at 12 something am, communicating with her to collaborate some prison break plans, with my engine breathing at the entrance/exit. Waiting for her to rush out like an uncaged tiger(waowww~!), and (then) i'll bust off beyond the guards vision. Cool, i think, i hav seen this on screen over and over again, o yeah for a second i felt like my real name was Bandito Ho yaha~.
One min.... 2 min...
lol then for the following 5 minutes or so, nothing happened. i waited there by the road, and things started to be awkward. The guards peeped at me at times. i think they seriously think that i wanna kidnap innocent girls from their hostels. Heay buzzed and said that she cant jus walk out like that.
ok. Plan B. I suggested her to find some place where she could sneak out. Alas~She was tailed by 2 dedicated guards. ok, i will drive back to the base for the nite i guess.
Alrite, one man down. The war continued nonetheless. We need to battle against time to succeed in our clandestine project.
Lost- After the prison break drama, in which the protagonist failed to escape, i was on my lonesome journey back to The Base. Well i must admit that i wasnt really familiar with the routes there, but then i was slightly distracted by a msg beep and i took a right turn prematurely. And my roller coaster lost experience started when the highway started. With only one energy bar on my fon, i could only msg my frens economically. In a total strange highway, my worry was not that much of being lost, goin back home was not a question. Getting back to the base in time was my primary concern. One man's down. We cant afford another man lost.
So i took a very long detour like in the amazing race. With substantial difficulty i finally reached the Base safely. lol i can still imagine the breath that escaped from my chest when i saw the base :P
Remember Alamo lolllll yaha
The world is Flat - well wen i reached the base, its already around 1 to 2 am. Well, i was briefed of the situation there at the base. Alrite, we lost Heay (for that nite), along with her expertise wrapping couple and triplet bears. Utilizing the state of the art communication technology, one of the world's flattener as Thomas Friedman regarded as in his book, Keen started to msn with Heay to ask her how 2 wrap the teddies. So Heay skilfully drew a few 3-d pictures that illustrated the procedure of how to do the job. Well that stimulated some laughter among Xin and Keen. (i was not in the communication room until they laughed and wanted to share the joke). So the conclusion was, yea let's figure it out ourselves.
Sweet 18- While Xin and Keen were talking to Heay, Yumin and i were at downstairs most of the time. ocassionally i joined them and shared some fun. Then one of the motion in discussion was: how to get a lighter. It's Yumin's bday on that day, yea, she's a St.Valentino, born on the Vday.
We smuggled a cake into her house and was gonna ambush her with gr8 surprise. But then we had everything but the fire. So that discussion went on for a while, even after i left them, until they decided to give up fire and go green. Yea without candle light, we reduce a bit of CO2 emission, not 2 4get that the candles can be used again (reuse). lol We can contribute to the success of Kyoto Protocol hahaha. So yea, itz really cute to have a cake with candles erected without light. Xin and Keen surprised us by a sudden choir of Happy Bday and i joined rite after. So thats a really short break from work to hav a really cool and voracious supper. Of cuz, we din forget to take quite some pictures of above average oddity and absurdity lol. Yaha happy bday Yumin. But the bday gal din get any privillege after that, she still had to enslave herself to keep workin. :P (At the meantime, Heay was refining the presentation of some poems from 2 of our dearest customers in her lonesome lil cell...lol )
Sleepless in Subang- after some celebrative break, we all went back to our work. Well i mainly tied the teddies 2gether violently and stabilized them(violently too), as i dun have delicate skills in other areas. Keen turned pro in makin fancy ribbon ties. Xin became an expert in artificial blossoming exercise for some shy roses. Yumin was wrappin flowers and later on teddies. That continued until dawn broke. At the same time, silence was broken as well as Yumin's pets woke up, and when the terrier came harrass us :P (we were more like pets as we guarded the house awake while the dogs r slp'g lol)
The Departed- The remainin cake was finished off as breakfast. In great haste. Then we departed, with different missions on our shoulder. Yumin and Xin went to scool, to deliver the roses and to pamper some receivers of slightly malnutritioned roses. While Keen and I went to pick Heay up to form the three musketeers, or the Charmed, to assure continuity of production, as we ran short of roses. So we went to P St, and had wonderful porridge. A good kickstart to grab the best roses with lotsa other competitors at the florist's shop. We managed to get pretty roses, yaha. (honestly i felt sorry for those who got their roses before this, cuz they r really of different grades :P). So then we invaded Heay's college and set our base there. Time was tight as we needed to settle the balance in less than 2 hours and deliver them to Yumin and Xin.
Visit Malaysia 2007- I was running late as their recess ends at 1230. I left the college at around 1150. I'll fly my way there i thot. i had to. But bravo, our 1st world's traffic facility was extremely sluggish for anonymous reasons. I started snailing from sunway to pj. So thats where our toll charges go to. n yea i was late. So the plan is changed. I'd pick up Keen and Heay from the production base and rush to deliver the stuff to our agents inside the scool at 1510. We left the place at 1450. We thot another road was the escape for us from the traffic matrix. Nay we fell in another. I wonder if its really an asian thing, as they claim malaysia is trully asia. So we were late. Tired.Weary. But we did it~!
oops time to pick my sis up from scool. Part 2 and pix later. cheerio
Saturday, January 20, 2007
i'm touched today. again - when i heard my fren telling his story.
i din share his experience in that sense, but i noe wat it takes for one to narrate a story like that.
i like to read and watch movies. i hav come across ideas, plots, dramas, and stories which r much more majestically tragic than that.
but when some one u cared sincerely shared his/her heart and soul, the impact, as a human would feel, is much more thorough than any films could arouse.
i was pumped with all sorts of unidentical feelings running in my veins when i got his stories and were literally stunned for a few sec.
i really was and am still sorry to hear that. i really am.
i hope i were bttr help. but as a fren, i'm happy to c him stayin strong and lookin at things on the bright side. equally happy for him to share his experience with me, jus like how i'm learnin to share my feelings with other ppl more. for(the very fact) i'm able to feel the friction, perhaps a lil more than others.
i shall treasure all the kids in my family (which are a sudden boom lately). i like them so much, and therefore i could relate to imagine ur loss my fren. thr's no end to learn to appreciate everything one has in life. i think i'm really living a lil more through the words i play with now.
my frens, i'm feeling u more than i could, as my life experience is enriched by the day.
i seldom pray. but my sincerest prayers are with the newborn.
i would be equally happy should he live a happy, healthy and fulfilling life.
i shall pray with the emotions and wishes i have for my own sis, nieces and nephews, for the blessings upon the kid. i'm not sure wat good it does, but i certainly hope it helps in one way or another, directly or indirectly.
i have seen a mirror of life in a day. two sides of it. its also the full month celebration of my niece.
glad that ur hanging tough. gambatte my fren. bonnuit.
good nite and good luck.
ad
p/s- i'm not sure if u mind me posting this, hence the conscious effort to try to retract from detailing ur story too much. hope its not crossing wat it should hav been. pls let me noe if i had crossed the line, for i would be more than willing to edit wherever inapproprite.
i din share his experience in that sense, but i noe wat it takes for one to narrate a story like that.
i like to read and watch movies. i hav come across ideas, plots, dramas, and stories which r much more majestically tragic than that.
but when some one u cared sincerely shared his/her heart and soul, the impact, as a human would feel, is much more thorough than any films could arouse.
i was pumped with all sorts of unidentical feelings running in my veins when i got his stories and were literally stunned for a few sec.
i really was and am still sorry to hear that. i really am.
i hope i were bttr help. but as a fren, i'm happy to c him stayin strong and lookin at things on the bright side. equally happy for him to share his experience with me, jus like how i'm learnin to share my feelings with other ppl more. for(the very fact) i'm able to feel the friction, perhaps a lil more than others.
i shall treasure all the kids in my family (which are a sudden boom lately). i like them so much, and therefore i could relate to imagine ur loss my fren. thr's no end to learn to appreciate everything one has in life. i think i'm really living a lil more through the words i play with now.
my frens, i'm feeling u more than i could, as my life experience is enriched by the day.
i seldom pray. but my sincerest prayers are with the newborn.
i would be equally happy should he live a happy, healthy and fulfilling life.
i shall pray with the emotions and wishes i have for my own sis, nieces and nephews, for the blessings upon the kid. i'm not sure wat good it does, but i certainly hope it helps in one way or another, directly or indirectly.
i have seen a mirror of life in a day. two sides of it. its also the full month celebration of my niece.
glad that ur hanging tough. gambatte my fren. bonnuit.
good nite and good luck.
ad
p/s- i'm not sure if u mind me posting this, hence the conscious effort to try to retract from detailing ur story too much. hope its not crossing wat it should hav been. pls let me noe if i had crossed the line, for i would be more than willing to edit wherever inapproprite.
Monday, January 15, 2007
RIW(12-15/01/07)-Charlie the Champ not the Chimp~!
yaha~~~we survived the camp!
well it was certainly an awesome experience. glad that i had my teammates with me, equally happy with the facilitators assigned to us, and the game design, and the organizin comm, n etc ...
i will not (i hope lol, n i hope we shan't) forget :
singing outloud hakuna matata, negaraku n some other incredibly stupid if not childish songs hikin up hill :P ;
soaking in the river together n doing other stupid things that one can do at the river with imagination ;
whoop it up with the group cheer religiously, even when time does not allow that :P ;
sliding , falling, tripping in style(at times ugly, o lord i hav neva fallen so many times a day in my life for my sense of balancing is at least average if not good :P) ;
and having a hole at my ass(o yea the ass whipping hot sensation);
and wearing mud all over, at times even munching mud;
and being saved by xin all the time;
and listening to steve saying i cant take this no more throughout the trek but neva quit (ur my man bro~!) ;
pinching or being pinched at my face and being slapped becuz of mozzies that din exist ;
doing the penguin warm up routine together after near-frozen experience (yea rivers arent always comfy :P, for such emotional lovers they are);
being fully awake watching the trees n the sky on the 1st nite while others r slp'g sweetly(while prayin hard that the staff come n wake us up asap);
slp'g so close to each other that leon's face was jus 50 milimeter rite in front of mine if i turned inward (datz so geli, n so brokeback ;P) ;
playing games that i hav no clue at all while a sea of voices from the kids saying that yea i played this b4, we should... ;
fooling around with absurd ideas of fundraising (all the time) ;
doin the thai accent shit talkin about ping pong party 200 bath and ended with sowatdeekrap :P trying the tests together (and failing too :P) ;
sharing a chocolate bar on the bus :P ;
who are we ;
what are we ;
CHARLIE ;
man u kids hav got no idea wat u hav done to(enrich) my life (positively)
n man u wont hav a clue how much i hav learned from u
i sincerely hope that u'll be blessed with fulfilling years ahead of u
who are me? CHARLIE~
what are we? THE CHAMP
Charlie!!
Charlie Charlie Chit Bom Bom
Wuuuuuu~~~~Ahhh~
with warmest regards
yaha~~~we survived the camp!
well it was certainly an awesome experience. glad that i had my teammates with me, equally happy with the facilitators assigned to us, and the game design, and the organizin comm, n etc ...
i will not (i hope lol, n i hope we shan't) forget :
singing outloud hakuna matata, negaraku n some other incredibly stupid if not childish songs hikin up hill :P ;
soaking in the river together n doing other stupid things that one can do at the river with imagination ;
whoop it up with the group cheer religiously, even when time does not allow that :P ;
sliding , falling, tripping in style(at times ugly, o lord i hav neva fallen so many times a day in my life for my sense of balancing is at least average if not good :P) ;
and having a hole at my ass(o yea the ass whipping hot sensation);
and wearing mud all over, at times even munching mud;
and being saved by xin all the time;
and listening to steve saying i cant take this no more throughout the trek but neva quit (ur my man bro~!) ;
pinching or being pinched at my face and being slapped becuz of mozzies that din exist ;
doing the penguin warm up routine together after near-frozen experience (yea rivers arent always comfy :P, for such emotional lovers they are);
being fully awake watching the trees n the sky on the 1st nite while others r slp'g sweetly(while prayin hard that the staff come n wake us up asap);
slp'g so close to each other that leon's face was jus 50 milimeter rite in front of mine if i turned inward (datz so geli, n so brokeback ;P) ;
playing games that i hav no clue at all while a sea of voices from the kids saying that yea i played this b4, we should... ;
fooling around with absurd ideas of fundraising (all the time) ;
doin the thai accent shit talkin about ping pong party 200 bath and ended with sowatdeekrap :P trying the tests together (and failing too :P) ;
sharing a chocolate bar on the bus :P ;
who are we ;
what are we ;
CHARLIE ;
man u kids hav got no idea wat u hav done to(enrich) my life (positively)
n man u wont hav a clue how much i hav learned from u
i sincerely hope that u'll be blessed with fulfilling years ahead of u
who are me? CHARLIE~
what are we? THE CHAMP
Charlie!!
Charlie Charlie Chit Bom Bom
Wuuuuuu~~~~Ahhh~
with warmest regards
Thursday, January 04, 2007
2007-The Irony, the Hope and the Alacrity
Thr’s always a thing with great irony/apparent contrast. At least to me.
In close to absolute silence, my heart speaks loudest.
But, however loud my heart speaks, she did/does not stop me.
To run from fear, and to fear of runs.
Run is the undesired manifestation of a gratifying pull-I run away from what pulls me towards it.
Probably that’s why I have a thing for irony, especially cynical contrasts that reflect themselves upon my action opposite to my feelings.
But wat on earth m I doing while my heart speaks? And when my mind answers to that?
A simple answer : …?
Lol, like I hav always said, I dun need to drink to get drunk ya :P
Lol perhaps feeling the new year, pondering about wat she brings.
Flashing back 2006, or even years before that wheneva relevant; like how ur linked to the archive of Iraq when u read about Saddam; like tasting a glass of wine after meal, not thinking anything n yet ur mind gets wild like a drunken mustang. Especially true for a person with a hyperactively jumpy mind, like the scattered sparklets of the firework I saw that said hi to 2007. Voila. Across the globe, almost everyone, and every mind and every heart wishes for a better year. The wishes invited Tsunami last year and 8 bombs this year. Probably Saddam’s execution answers to some Kurd’s or Shiite’s wish, but arguably is a milestone of a bttr year. I just could not help but to compare the dazzling fireworks that shone above me and the fireworks that took place on the ground in Bangkok and in many places of military conflicts. I made my resolution n wished for the bttr when I was visually showered by the amusing beauty of the firework; but what would I have thought n done if I was in the latter scenario?
And again my mind is scattered, at some point hollow, maybe because I can’t bear the scarce probability of another wish (dream) comes true. Yea sometimes ppl do wish for something too good to be true. That is why when a wish erects upon the rays of hope; it leaves behind a shadow of grope. Still, in fear I hope, in hope I fear.
We, the ppl, crave for peace and happiness since Adam, or the Great Ape; but yet somehow always stuck in bloodswamps for various reasons. like the troops in iraq.
N so many other significant members making major decisions that could affect the world unwillingly, yea n I meant getting addicted to youtubes lol
I’m glad that I hav yet another safe year last year. I’m still alive, in one piece, w functional brain n body (yea esp certain parts :P), a complete family, caring friends and ignorant bastards m yada yada, wat can be bttr? Seriously, datz all I need to live on. Do I always think lk that? No. especially when I hav an argument w my sis :P but at least I do think about that yaha. Last year has been very rich tho quiet as in it let me see so many things so clearly. Its surprisingly, excitingly pleasant when ur able to see things with perceivably great clarity, tho sometimes it flickers across my mind that it would be great if I could see through things literally lol. Personally, I enjoy the irony in me no more. It makes me an interesting individual tho. Hope I’ll get rid of that pretty soon. And I will. Making that an agenda this year, I have become happier a man :P
On another note I wanna sincerely thank all my precious friends for being who they are. They would never realized that a thing they say sometimes does make me think(sometimes more than twice). Never would they know as well, how much they have helped when I dwelt too much into depression and self-doubt, through just the normal things we do- jogging, talking crap, working out, blogging, having a drink together or just being there with me, or even jus knowing that u cared when I could have ‘phantomized’ my existence even more. I owe my happiness to u guys n my family as well.
Perhaps the tone of the writing is deceiving in a way that I have been living an absolutely hakuna matata life. Like I have told many of my frens, I have been living like a retiree even when I have not started working permanently in my life. Probably after a few days of intensively celebrative days, I’m feeling the relative downs despite of still being happy.
I have learned with life that happiness is really potent in every single thing in life, after I have felt it in every thing I do recently. Lying in the sofa doing nothing, cooking with my sis, doing grocery shopping w my sis or frens, doing weight training at home, reading, having something to eat when hungry, having some frens around when I dun feel lk being alone…they all make me peacefully happy. Tranquility has become another facet/façade of my source of happiness. (not sure if this is a sign ageing tho :P)
Welcoming the new year as well, I have figured out wat I want to do and where I want to be. The how process is difficult and might be another scarcely probable mission. However, knowing wat to do with known difficulty tho extreme, to me, is still better than not knowing wat to do. :P
The years begone have enriched me to come to realize that everything I have now is a bliss, n its evolving(for the bttr). It feels lk time is really a good filter that after time what is left is the best. It applies to interests, friends, personal credentials, individual character and perhaps quality of life too :P.
I hope u feel the same.
And that ur happy there.
And I love u.
All of u.
With alacrity, I’m laying my hopes for the best of u and of me and of everybody (who loves peace :P)
To the world, Adam is joining u very soon.
Bid myself a smooth sail ahead.
Cheerio.
2007, Bonjour~
p/s congrats guys for winning the world’s esl, wished I could be there tho :P
p/s 2, n yea i have a new niece born healthily yaha~~
Thr’s always a thing with great irony/apparent contrast. At least to me.
In close to absolute silence, my heart speaks loudest.
But, however loud my heart speaks, she did/does not stop me.
To run from fear, and to fear of runs.
Run is the undesired manifestation of a gratifying pull-I run away from what pulls me towards it.
Probably that’s why I have a thing for irony, especially cynical contrasts that reflect themselves upon my action opposite to my feelings.
But wat on earth m I doing while my heart speaks? And when my mind answers to that?
A simple answer : …?
Lol, like I hav always said, I dun need to drink to get drunk ya :P
Lol perhaps feeling the new year, pondering about wat she brings.
Flashing back 2006, or even years before that wheneva relevant; like how ur linked to the archive of Iraq when u read about Saddam; like tasting a glass of wine after meal, not thinking anything n yet ur mind gets wild like a drunken mustang. Especially true for a person with a hyperactively jumpy mind, like the scattered sparklets of the firework I saw that said hi to 2007. Voila. Across the globe, almost everyone, and every mind and every heart wishes for a better year. The wishes invited Tsunami last year and 8 bombs this year. Probably Saddam’s execution answers to some Kurd’s or Shiite’s wish, but arguably is a milestone of a bttr year. I just could not help but to compare the dazzling fireworks that shone above me and the fireworks that took place on the ground in Bangkok and in many places of military conflicts. I made my resolution n wished for the bttr when I was visually showered by the amusing beauty of the firework; but what would I have thought n done if I was in the latter scenario?
And again my mind is scattered, at some point hollow, maybe because I can’t bear the scarce probability of another wish (dream) comes true. Yea sometimes ppl do wish for something too good to be true. That is why when a wish erects upon the rays of hope; it leaves behind a shadow of grope. Still, in fear I hope, in hope I fear.
We, the ppl, crave for peace and happiness since Adam, or the Great Ape; but yet somehow always stuck in bloodswamps for various reasons. like the troops in iraq.
N so many other significant members making major decisions that could affect the world unwillingly, yea n I meant getting addicted to youtubes lol
I’m glad that I hav yet another safe year last year. I’m still alive, in one piece, w functional brain n body (yea esp certain parts :P), a complete family, caring friends and ignorant bastards m yada yada, wat can be bttr? Seriously, datz all I need to live on. Do I always think lk that? No. especially when I hav an argument w my sis :P but at least I do think about that yaha. Last year has been very rich tho quiet as in it let me see so many things so clearly. Its surprisingly, excitingly pleasant when ur able to see things with perceivably great clarity, tho sometimes it flickers across my mind that it would be great if I could see through things literally lol. Personally, I enjoy the irony in me no more. It makes me an interesting individual tho. Hope I’ll get rid of that pretty soon. And I will. Making that an agenda this year, I have become happier a man :P
On another note I wanna sincerely thank all my precious friends for being who they are. They would never realized that a thing they say sometimes does make me think(sometimes more than twice). Never would they know as well, how much they have helped when I dwelt too much into depression and self-doubt, through just the normal things we do- jogging, talking crap, working out, blogging, having a drink together or just being there with me, or even jus knowing that u cared when I could have ‘phantomized’ my existence even more. I owe my happiness to u guys n my family as well.
Perhaps the tone of the writing is deceiving in a way that I have been living an absolutely hakuna matata life. Like I have told many of my frens, I have been living like a retiree even when I have not started working permanently in my life. Probably after a few days of intensively celebrative days, I’m feeling the relative downs despite of still being happy.
I have learned with life that happiness is really potent in every single thing in life, after I have felt it in every thing I do recently. Lying in the sofa doing nothing, cooking with my sis, doing grocery shopping w my sis or frens, doing weight training at home, reading, having something to eat when hungry, having some frens around when I dun feel lk being alone…they all make me peacefully happy. Tranquility has become another facet/façade of my source of happiness. (not sure if this is a sign ageing tho :P)
Welcoming the new year as well, I have figured out wat I want to do and where I want to be. The how process is difficult and might be another scarcely probable mission. However, knowing wat to do with known difficulty tho extreme, to me, is still better than not knowing wat to do. :P
The years begone have enriched me to come to realize that everything I have now is a bliss, n its evolving(for the bttr). It feels lk time is really a good filter that after time what is left is the best. It applies to interests, friends, personal credentials, individual character and perhaps quality of life too :P.
I hope u feel the same.
And that ur happy there.
And I love u.
All of u.
With alacrity, I’m laying my hopes for the best of u and of me and of everybody (who loves peace :P)
To the world, Adam is joining u very soon.
Bid myself a smooth sail ahead.
Cheerio.
2007, Bonjour~
p/s congrats guys for winning the world’s esl, wished I could be there tho :P
p/s 2, n yea i have a new niece born healthily yaha~~
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