Cherish

I posted this question long long time ago. But it was in my old blog. Okay, I am not going to whine much.

"If you are on a plane, going somewhere, don't really care about the destiny. But then, suddenly the engine of the plane that you are in broke down. It is going to crash into the emptyness. There is no way you can survive this crash.
Just before the crash, you are given one (and only one) call to anyone. Who ARE you going call? and What are you going to say?"

This is a short entry. AND please comment on this (not into my crapbox)!

Wilson Prom

Food of the Day: Bulgolgi (Korean BBQ)

Okay, before I start talking about Wilson Prom, I want to thank Xin, my housemate, for treating me not one, but two meat dumpling!!!!! Please refer to the Food of the Day in Pai Kah the entry.

Back to Wilson Prom. It is a well known national park in Victoria, and believe me, it has the most beautiful sea and sunset ever!!!! Okay, maybe Grampian's sunset is nice as well, but that is totally different spot. One is sunset into the ranges, another is into the sea.

Where is Wilson Prom? Look at the map, if it bring any bell.... The whole peninsula is Wilson Prom, judging out of the Victoria land.
Oh man, I am lazy to tell grandmother story.... Just look it yourselves, if you dont believe me that it is awesome!

Look at the beyond! Pay attention to the sign as well.

Can you see the war between the merciless sand souls and the water wave angry soul? Between the couple and the two persons near the sea.

Squeaky Beach! Beach so white, it squeaks!!!!! squeak squeak. Cant you hear that?

Intimated by the angry wave!!!!!

Welcome to the Ku Klax Klan. So that cold....

Walking towards the beams. Too bad the clouds blocked the sunset later-on....

Ghost Festival

Food of the Day: Belacan Fried Rice

Yes, it is this time of the year. The time where I become a floating soul; floating around the house, and around the campus. What time is this? One may ask. Okay, this is the time where final exam is nearing, and I still have heaps of assignments and reports to hand in.

Every semester, I will have this syndrome, called Pre-Exam Syndrome. What are the symptoms of this syndrome?
Pre-Exam Syndrome symptoms:

1. Dark and HUGE eye bags
2. Messy hair
3. Sometime pimples-full-skin
4. May have the tendency to daydream heaps; especially to some nice places which that patient has planned, while having this syndrome.
5. May be short-tempered, because the notes-memorising activity has used up most of the patient's temper.
6. Might have a stress-looking face, and a black aura around that patient. Scarrrryy
7. Have the floating ability, with some cloud-look-alike-thingy around the patient
8. Other subtle to obvious symptoms might deviate from other people.

Anyway, this semester is my last semester for my undergraduate degree!!!!Hopefully I can graduate this sem, and continue with my Honours. Why am I qualified to have this syndrome? Okay, I have HUGE eye bags, with slightly messy hair, and I have some pimples, and I can really float around the house!

It is only 12am, but I am already knackered. Thanks to the early morning-wake-up-to-study-stupid-routine..... Btw, I am very psyche about my trip to Sydney!!!!! Yay!!!!! See what I meant now?

Pai-Kah (敗家)

Food of the Day: Bak Chang/ Yuk Chung (Meat Dumpling)

Okay, this entry is about Pai-Kah. This noun is a word derived from Cantonese to describe people who are spendthrift, not of their own money. If it is in the dictionary, it goes like this:

Paikah [pä-ahy.kahr]
- noun
1. A spendthrift.
2. A person who spends his/her parent's money without thinking.
3. The person (only need one) to make the whole family goes bankcrupt.
4. The influence that had gone to the poor people as well

Paikah Chai/pä-ahy.kahr.chī/A person (male) who spend his parent's money without thinking
Paikah Lui/ pä-ahy.kahr.loo-ee/ A person (female) who spend her parent's money without thinking.

Nowadays, paikah influence, or for short paikah-ism, has spread to every kid in the house, rich poor families could not run away from that. In the feudal century in China, family with paikahs means that they are damn rich, and the paikah chai or paikah lui will definitely finish the family's hard earned money.

In this century, everything you do need money. Everyone is paikah. When you wanted to go out for dinner with normal friends, you spent like $20-$30 per meals. You won't want to squat at the road side to eat durians anymore, which cost you RM3-4 per durians. Ps. I have no idea what is the price, cause I don't eat durian: they smell awesome, but the texture is not my favourite. When you go out for shopping, who would want to go buy a cheap clothes from market, printed with lousy simbols etc. I definitely like to buy something nice, regardless the price.

Then, being influenced by the public, graduants will definitely go for graduation trips. That trip alone, might cause half the price of a honeymoon, but the graduants are only a not-yet-employed, so-called-unemployed-people. Leeching parent's money to go for expensive places and spend the fortune.

Those who spend more than A$25k per year for tuition fees could not be regarded as paikah. But to those whose their parent spend this same fortune, but you still play a fool and fail at least 2 units per semester, is the worst off all.... Units that needed to be retake cost the same price a normal units, if not more.... Don't make me start on flight tickets....

By the way, I admit I am one of the paikah chai. Although I work my ass off sometime, the amount I spent is definitely more than the job wages I had. Hahahahaha..... Totally different from my sister who is an independent person, and do not need any money from my parent. Salute and envy with her. Hehehehhee.

Live your life to the fullest (The Entry)

Food of the Day: Not in the mood to think such thing

I should have post this entry long time ago. But everytime when I planned to write entry for this blog, I tends to forget about it.

Virginia Tech's shooting has passed so many days, now only I started writing about it. But another major event reminds me about writing this one. Thanks.

Life is so fragile, one minute you might be thinking how bad is your life, and another minute you might be dead. Shot by some unknown. Or you might be 'hitting mossie' (means you have nothing to do), and without you knowing it, some dengue mossie bite you and you are dead meat!

Take Virgina Tech's people for example. For Chris (One of the victims whom I took in random, no specific reason), it might be just another day of lectures for him. He went to class early in the morning, feeling sleepy. Sat in the engineering class that is drop-dead boring, and started 'fishing' in the lecture hall. He might be so sleepy that he can't even hear the shooting going on outside, somewhere.

Then, SUDDENLY, someone came into the lecture hall, before he knows it, Chris is shot "bang", dead.


Sad huh........... So, please cherish your life. No matter how suck they become, it is better than those without one.

Stress

Food of the Day: Economy Rice

First of all, I was jumping with joy when I knew that the Malay dance (Zapin) is cancelled! I do not need make myself ashame by shaking shoulders like Bollywood's actors! Although I am a malaysian, I am not a Malay. The last time I was forced to dance such dances is when I still a stupid primary schooler.

This few days, I am in heaps of stress, with studies and other useless stuffs. When most of my friends who came across me, they will mention how tired I looked..... If you are concern about my life, you might wonder what happen?

Okay okay, first thing first.

Felt like letting this out of my heart.
There is this idiot who can't seems to let go of his position. He thought he is so damn bloody awesome that everyone need to befriend with him.... He thought when he took up the president post in the club, he did nothing wrong. Now, after handing down his precious post to me, he thought he can bring me down. WHF?

You are the one who handed the post to me.... I was not fighting my ass for that. I don't even want that post...... Then he is using all the bad tricks, why is he so damn fucking coward that he don't come and talk to me face to face. Why you need to go tell people around me that I am not doing a good job?

I really dont understand. I never liked him anyway. Forced to be his housemate, and listen to him gossipping.... What does conversation to him means? It means he had all the conversation while whole group of people listening with gasping mouth.... How sissy is that? Get a life, and maybe a pair of ear. People are scared of him, he can't seems to stop talking. Like chicken ass, won't stop moving.....Everyone know how god-damn good are you, you don't need to show off anymore. Bousse to liki, farlour!

Then there is slight stress for my studies. This semester is my last semester. I need to get good grades so that I could continue with my Honours.... I can't even fail. Why? Monash Gippsland only offer one unit per semester. So if I were to fail *touch wood*, I need to wait for another year to wear the graduation gown......... I am touching the table (made of wood) so hard now. Hahaha. Then there is stress on getting scholarship for honours..... I am not a clever person. I am not a full scholarship student. Suddenly there is this pressure onto me to get a scholarship, not even a full one, is slightly too much. Lucky there is no such thing as full scholarship for honours in Monash. If so, I will died in a crawling posture (don't know why I like to put the posture.... hahaha)

I need to get back the touch of my life. I need my life back. But not now, not yet. Now all I need to do is to endure for June.

P.S. You might know the person I was fucking about, go tell him. I don't give a damn. Piss a moi