Today’s SMBC Comic

Honesty is the Best Policy

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Uni life has been a bit mundane lately. Not much excitement in the courses I chose I suppose. Maybe I should start doing something else, though I’m not entirely sure what.

Other than that, getting a house which is near uni has been good. Good that I can wake up late and still make it to class, good that I don’t have to waste so much money on petrol this year.

I need someone random to have brunch/lunch/tea with me. And I’ll need good places to eat at too. For all the peacefulness that Christchurch offers, sometimes I wish that it wasn’t this unexciting.

Other than that MU lost to Liverpool over the weekend, which I think is quite a sad thing for many of us (not all of us, obviously). I should go get a tv and get Sky on it, lol.

Easter break’s coming soon and there’s a trip to look forward to. I hope this trip turns out to be good. Like real good. Although I hope not to do all the touristy things and visit the touristy places. All I want is some time to relax and do things off the top of my head.

The flower show was quite nice actually. A bit lazy to upload them here though. Facebook is much more convenient, despite the ‘improvement’ of their layout.

This is What It Should Be Like When We Grow Up

Signs

Summer

Was great because there were great time, shitty times. But most importantly there were precious times.

The thing I remember most is that how un-pissed I was when someone told me that I, like seriously, can’t draw. Even though as a left-hander I’m supposed to be pissed, at least a little bit, at it.

=)

This Is What I Wanted To Say

The day I turned 21.

21 years of life. It’s quite a big number isn’t it? No wonder people hold  huge celebrations when they turn 21.

Unfortunately for me, my birthday falls on the eve of exams, which it does every single year. Pretty good timing right? But hey, I didn’t really mind, and I kinda got used to this feeling already.

But hey, it’s 21 years of life. It must be considered a big accomplishment of some sort right?

The truth is, as I grew older, I’ve come to realise that our age is simply just a date. A date which seemed to be important to ourselves (and maybe our parents and those who really love us), but ultimately just another date. It might be my 21st birthday on the 25th of October 2008, but that day might also be the day someone lost someone dear to them. Or maybe the day someone had their first child. Or maybe just another day for someone to finish cramming for exams.

I wanted to do something special on that day. Something crazy, something stupid. I didn’t really mind. But I just didn’t have any idea what to do. Now this lack of innovativeness might be blamed on the way I was brought up, or even the education system in Malaysia, but in all conclusions it probably was my fault.

When the clock ticked over to the 25th my housemates knocked on my door and left me a parcel Chiann sent to me. And we opened it up and it was a book full of notes and birthday wishes from people all over the place. I was really touched (not only by Chiann but also because of the fact that people actually did take the effort to send me stuff) but it was also really sad because it reminded me of how everyone’s so far apart now and the times we had in secondary school and college has gone and will probably not return.

So perhaps you would understand why I didn’t really tell anyone about the present. Not because I didn’t appreciate it (really, I do), but because it filled me with a longings that can never be satisfied.

Maybe it’s a bit late now, but to everyone who wrote in the book, I thank you from the bottom of my heart (cliched as it might sound).

Every year whenever my birthday comes near I feel a bit apprehensive because I no longer know what I should feel during that very day. Happy or indifference? And most of the time I’m just indifferently happy, you know, happy just to live another day.

This 21 years have taught me many things that I wouldn’t have realised when I was a toddler. To those whom I have known, and to those who has helped shaped my life and personality (and many of you fall into both categories), you have my eternal gratitude.

And now to do something useful with my life. It’ll be such a shame wasting 21 years of experience won’t it?

2008

Was quite a good year I think.

Last year, I:

Attended a wedding.

Attended a funeral.

Watched Manchester United won the Champions League and the Premier League.

Finished 1st Pro reasonably well.

Lived through winter in a flat.

Played with snow.

Went travelling with Chiann.

Realised that finding a job during a recession wasn’t as easy as I thought.

Saved a bit of money, for the first time in my life.

Grown up.

Played quite a bit of futsal.

Played quite a bit of DOTA.

Attended a lot of lectures, tutorials, labs.

 

And now, it is time for 2009. Happy new year everyone. May your resolutions be fulfilled (or at least partly so).

The Truth About Blogging

…is that we all want to write out our thoughts. 

We need a place to channel how we feel and how we relate to things around us. We want to write posts that are funny, witty, charming, all at the same time. We want to show people how we feel, why we think the world is a beautiful place with a multitude of colours, or maybe even why the world is shades of grey, gloominess that knows no peers.

The truth is that I’m not really suited for blogging. Sometimes in the shower I’d think to myself and have a light bulb moment on what to write, but somehow when I sit down in the chair it’ll poof away and I’m left with posting cute videos and funny pictures I found on the internet.

I’m done with 4 papers (which I didn’t have as much confidence as I hoped I would have in) and the year is coming to an end. So what’s next?

What happens when we all graduate and go out in the working world? Perhaps we will thrive and succeed and become rich beyond measure, and yet lack that single tiny little thing that makes us happy. Or perhaps we’ll be just the normal ‘working class’ and work our butts off chasing material things to make us feel that our lives are worth living and fighting for.

The world is such a beautiful place, and there are so many things to do. But which?

Which is sometimes better than why. We may not know why some things make us happy, but we sure know what it is.

To You People in the Land Down Under

I would really love to see Tim Minchin.