Kinda regretted get a pair of reading glasses. It costed me slightly less than RM200, which was quite a good deal as commented by friends, but then again my vision defect is not as bad as I really thought of (referring the the previous posting). So here I have a pair of not-that-needed pair of plastic glasses. Geez, why can't I made good judgements? I always pay for something I don't need. Apparently most men commit the same mistake.
Semester finals is just a fortnight away. I am far from prepared and I already have my hands full with the projects, presentations and lab reports. Where can I find the place and time to really study? I tried to got to New Era College's Library to study, but I ended up reading Understanding Comics throughout most of the time spent there. McDonald is another place I now use to go, a sanctuary for me to escape from my cranky grandma. Guess it is appropriate for me to now call it as McLibrary or McCafe?
Saturday, 28 March 2009
Wednesday, 25 March 2009
Same Old Brand New You
On Friday I will be officially joining Nobita and others in the Four-Eyed Club. There goes my freedom. Blame it all on the microscopy work that I have to do. But then again, that goes against the idea to taking this course in Biotech since experiments in molecular biology definitely require using the microscope.
But in reality I was somehow duped. Worried that I am not able to see clearly in class, I went to see the optician at night. The computer test gave a reading close to 200, which made me worried. The optician's trial and error method when she was trying different lenses on me after I've decided to make a pair gave a result of less than 100. If I knew that, I would not have make the glasses. There goes my money and my pride.
But I wonder, do I have a fetish for glasses? That totally sounds random.
But in reality I was somehow duped. Worried that I am not able to see clearly in class, I went to see the optician at night. The computer test gave a reading close to 200, which made me worried. The optician's trial and error method when she was trying different lenses on me after I've decided to make a pair gave a result of less than 100. If I knew that, I would not have make the glasses. There goes my money and my pride.
But I wonder, do I have a fetish for glasses? That totally sounds random.
Sunday, 22 March 2009
Failing Down
A sequence of programmes I had planned for the weekend was cancelled. There goes my runaway that I've been looking forward to. The list goes as follow:
2-days Melaka tripSteamboat dinner cum friends gathering on FridayAGCG trip
Wednesday, 18 March 2009
Aria
Well, since everyone is doing this< I guess I am going to follow by the flow and also reminiscence on last year's SAM programme in commemoration of of SAM March 08' very first anniversary. Reminiscence isn't something I do best.
Well, this is the happy family of SAM March intake after our final paper, Chemistry, if I am not mistaken. Many were missing out in the photo for only-God-knows reasons. So this is not a perfect family picture yet.
I still remember vividly how I chose to follow my brother in taking the SAM programme, the only difference is in the location of the education institute. Then, out of the blue, I was introduced to SAM's 50/50 marking system, where 50% of our score coming from our coursework. Immediately, I felt that this is the right programme for me because I have always hated the idea of public exams. In fact, I came down to this conclusion sometime during my torturous work after SPM. I was lost, not sure what step should I make after SPM at that moment.
One day, I took the commuter down to Nilai to visit the faculty. Satisfied, I went home to report to my parents. Then I came down to enrol during the same week, knowing fully that class commencing the very next week. I didn't really get a holiday break after SPM, but I was mentally prepared. So I bravely took the gamble.
For 8 whole months, I was experiencing the long-awaited college life, which was not as I expected it to be: it was stressful and difficult. But thanks to the support from SAM peers, I was somehow able to cope on. I was never hardworking or studious, and SAM's marking system allowed me to outperformed myself when compared to the rigid and boring system of the past's secondary education. At the end, I got a well-above-average score for my SAM programme, which allowed me to further study into my first degree without much complications.
The SAM clan, as what some of the SAM students called themselves, maybe divided in ambitions and desires, but somehow we SAM student were united in achieving one goal- to successfully complete this programme. I do treasure the moments we spent together, like how we used to play basketball or badminton in the evening, our usual dinner gatherings (our only salvation after a long day of classes) and of course, the scene of us cramming together for tomorrow's quiz or test at the common room. Those days were memorable and pleasant, like how I would describe my Form 3 life, which I cruised through these two periods with little worries and plenty of hardship.
So good luck to all of the 08' SAM clan members, 'coz you all would be needing it in order to continue walking down the path to your dreams and aspirations.
Well, this is the happy family of SAM March intake after our final paper, Chemistry, if I am not mistaken. Many were missing out in the photo for only-God-knows reasons. So this is not a perfect family picture yet.
I still remember vividly how I chose to follow my brother in taking the SAM programme, the only difference is in the location of the education institute. Then, out of the blue, I was introduced to SAM's 50/50 marking system, where 50% of our score coming from our coursework. Immediately, I felt that this is the right programme for me because I have always hated the idea of public exams. In fact, I came down to this conclusion sometime during my torturous work after SPM. I was lost, not sure what step should I make after SPM at that moment.
One day, I took the commuter down to Nilai to visit the faculty. Satisfied, I went home to report to my parents. Then I came down to enrol during the same week, knowing fully that class commencing the very next week. I didn't really get a holiday break after SPM, but I was mentally prepared. So I bravely took the gamble.
For 8 whole months, I was experiencing the long-awaited college life, which was not as I expected it to be: it was stressful and difficult. But thanks to the support from SAM peers, I was somehow able to cope on. I was never hardworking or studious, and SAM's marking system allowed me to outperformed myself when compared to the rigid and boring system of the past's secondary education. At the end, I got a well-above-average score for my SAM programme, which allowed me to further study into my first degree without much complications.
The SAM clan, as what some of the SAM students called themselves, maybe divided in ambitions and desires, but somehow we SAM student were united in achieving one goal- to successfully complete this programme. I do treasure the moments we spent together, like how we used to play basketball or badminton in the evening, our usual dinner gatherings (our only salvation after a long day of classes) and of course, the scene of us cramming together for tomorrow's quiz or test at the common room. Those days were memorable and pleasant, like how I would describe my Form 3 life, which I cruised through these two periods with little worries and plenty of hardship.
So good luck to all of the 08' SAM clan members, 'coz you all would be needing it in order to continue walking down the path to your dreams and aspirations.
Sunday, 15 March 2009
I Wanna Be Sedated
Regarding the question on my sexuality, I don't really have a final answer to the question. Probably my testosterones levels build up later compare to other males, which cause me to behave metrosexually. Well, whatever things turn out, I am sure I will be handle it. Let's just hope that I do not resort to the idea of a sex change. XD
I went to watch Dragonball: Evolution yesterday. In commemorate of a ex-classmate's birthday. I can't help to find that my friend, King Shun looked just like the leading actor. For those who have no idea who King Shun is, he was my classmate for the SAM programme last year. He has a well-toned body and is really nice looking. So throughout the whole movie-watching period, I was just thinking two thing:
I went to watch Dragonball: Evolution yesterday. In commemorate of a ex-classmate's birthday. I can't help to find that my friend, King Shun looked just like the leading actor. For those who have no idea who King Shun is, he was my classmate for the SAM programme last year. He has a well-toned body and is really nice looking. So throughout the whole movie-watching period, I was just thinking two thing:
- My RM10 would be better spent buying the actual manga instead, just like all the other movie reviews I have read.
- Is that King Shun in the film? It can't be him, right? I thought the leading actor is a Westerner. But then, the resemblances are just too much...
Monday, 9 March 2009
If I Were A Boy
After reading the manga Hourou Musuko yesterday night, I had a nightmare: I dreamt that I actually wore dresses for a few times in my childhood. I felt so confused when I woke up today.
Seriously, I started to question my sexual identity. Most of the people believed that a good book are thought-provoking and would make you ponder on your life principles. But for a graphical novel a.k.a. manga to actually shake the cornerstone of my existence- my sexuality, I cannot believe this is happening. In fact, now I can still feel the aftermath shockwave.
Damn it. Due to the same series, I became so moody and cannot concentrate in doing anything. I guess I will have to pull an all-nighter to complete my assignments later. I'm still experiencing mood swings. That's just so feminine. I admit that I am sentimental in nature, but I don't think I am girly. Do you?
Most probably I will not turn gay. I better not, or I'll just suicide on if I ever come up with that idea. I swear to whatever God that exist in the world.
But then again, Murphy's Law reminded me that I should be prepared for the worst. I don't think I am gonna post anything on blog, not until I clear my mind of this issue. After all, life is all about finding yourself, your true character and your position in society.
Saturday, 7 March 2009
My Paper Heart
Today, I had a great dinner of beef, chicken and mutton satay with my family and my uncle's family, then there's also BBQ chicken wings and also the ultimate tropical drink- coconut! My uncle and his family came down to Kajang to celebrate granny's birthday. She's not yet a centenarian but she certainly acted like one. In fact, she acted like an old hag got retarded.
Well, like a kid I was counting the number of sticks of satay I ate after the meal. I was really happy, in fact overjoyed, when I counted a score of 16 sticks beside my plate. I thought I overcame my previous record. I previously held a record of 13 stick, quite pathetic for a 18 years old boy...Then I realized that my sister mixed hers with mine. At the moment, I felt as if I was sexually impotent. I underwent a short period of sulking.
Yes, that felt really bad, as if your aspirations fell apart and you hit rock bottom. My sister wasn't helping at all. She glared at me after repeat the fact that my score was invalid and insolently replied, "Okay, okay, you ate 16 sticks. I ate one only" while she finished one more stick.
My paper heart is seriously torned. Not by any relationship matters, but by a trivial matter. It will take sometime to heal. While waiting for that to happen, I guess I am gonna continue to read comics or just doodle.
Well, like a kid I was counting the number of sticks of satay I ate after the meal. I was really happy, in fact overjoyed, when I counted a score of 16 sticks beside my plate. I thought I overcame my previous record. I previously held a record of 13 stick, quite pathetic for a 18 years old boy...Then I realized that my sister mixed hers with mine. At the moment, I felt as if I was sexually impotent. I underwent a short period of sulking.
Yes, that felt really bad, as if your aspirations fell apart and you hit rock bottom. My sister wasn't helping at all. She glared at me after repeat the fact that my score was invalid and insolently replied, "Okay, okay, you ate 16 sticks. I ate one only" while she finished one more stick.
My paper heart is seriously torned. Not by any relationship matters, but by a trivial matter. It will take sometime to heal. While waiting for that to happen, I guess I am gonna continue to read comics or just doodle.
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