late update

I'm so sorry that i haven't quite got the time to do a decent update. Been helluva busy these past weeks, commencement of the final year project, presentations and it seems like i sortta need more than 24 hours a day. I see a lot of the patches that looked kinda blur in the past becoming clearer and it made me just wanna get outta this bloody ridden place more.

They say singapore is a small country, facing population crisis and lots more. However, when i'm on the subway, it always doesn't seem so. The bloody crowds occupying every square foot that you could possibly stand comfortably in the subway, the bloody firecrackers that fill your eardrums with the cheena accent. I'm sorry i sound kinda like a sterotyping jackarse here, but for this case, i don't sterotype, i just strongly disliked them right from the start.

When i was doing my presentation, and the lecturer asked if i was an english, cos of the english accent. It struck me in an epiphany, what would firecrackers sound like in english presentations. Now this is a very big problem, they're from the land that i don't want to step foot on. I am a chinese, but heck it, it doesn't mean you've got to follow through. I will never in a million years give up my english accent for that firecracker's accent.

So this is a conversation that popped up when i was with lynna and twilite couple of weeks ago. Came to my mind when the word firecracker is mentioned. Sorry, i'm a bloody jackarse.


firebonker: harlo excuza mi, you chinese?
me: " looks at her with my confused face"
firebonker: chinese?
me: nods. " what's the matter mate?"
firebonker: " shows me the face whereby she can't understand what i'm saying"
me : Sorry lady, i've got to run, my ears can't take it.

lynna & twilite(rolls on floor laughing): mr englishman, you're such a bellend! your ears can't take it! what if she understood what ya said?

me: shit, i didn't mean that actually. It was supposed to be a getaway excuse.
lynn & twi : a getaway excuse with sacarsm. well done lou.
me : I think i've got a problem, this feeling of strong dislike is not on me, it's in my blood.



I'm glad this week of mine is entertained with great hits and entertainment on the bbc radio channel. I am so in love with edith bowman. Bloody fantastic.

The Bitch

I've been busy for the past few weeks doing my internship and I can't help but smile as I welcome April’s arrival as it is an indication that the internship will end soon. I'm assigned to a particular cubicle in the office to do my work and surprisingly, the office is the place where words from the mouth of people are even more deadly than the nuclear bomb itself. They call it office politics. I didn't quite buy it when I first heard of it, but now i really do after having seen the real thing.

I was utterly disgusted(sorry i made it sound so crude) by a particular bitch in the office, she is the best person I'll look for if I want to publish a book entitled "100 ways to get myself killed and hated" and "pissing people off naturally". I have never in my entire life seen someone, who pisses people off like she does. When it comes to pissing people off, there're usually two scenarios. First scenario, the person who pissed you off is your boss and expects more from you. Second scenario, the person pisses you off naturally, without questioning she falls under the second category. For heaven's sake, she is only a fucking secretary, correction, fucking old secretary but acts totally like a boss. Those who stand up to her, normally gets their back stabbed severely as she is on good terms with the finance and administration's director. I respect people who don’t really have a good grasp of English, but continue to strive and correct themselves in a humble way. Her command of English is atrocious, but flaunts it like she is really good at it. My daily laughter magazine is a compilation of her sent emails and my daily comedy channel is listening to her blabber her "fantastic English" on the line.

She sneers at me when I speak in English peppered with a heavy native British accent, and I shook my head in sympathy as I looked at her. She boasted that she communicates to her son in English only. Good gracious, I can’t imagine what kind of English is indoctrinated in her son considering the fact that her emails are good enough to be submitted to the atrocious use of English language department. This is exactly the type of person I would gladly do a full powered side kick on.

life's surprises

When everything seemed hopeless and i thought letting go was the best choice, she held me back, and i held her closer than ever.

I reconciled with hon and i can only say that things got better than ever, and i will do well to remember that. But what i do know is, the love between us just got stronger, and i'm smiling while i bask in it.

barriers

Alright mates, yesterday was my first day of internship and i seriously still thought that it was just a bad dream. However, reality just got harsh on me and unknowingly, i advanced to the second day of my internship, and where is it situated actually? At somewhere really far away from my home. A journey of an hour and a half isn't the killing factor here for me, what kills is the working factor, and the working environment.

A woman dressed in yellow tapered pants, with a jacket that doesn't match, waltzes in the office, flaunts her atrocious english in front of me and assigns stuff that are totally irrelevant to my course of study. She told me in a way in which i took half a day to decipher, that i was attached to the quality assurance department. A factory production job that is. So, together with the people whom i've befriended, we wore our business suits, stepped in to the production place, and starts getting information that was way beyond extraordinary indoctrined in our brain.

How on earth can an internship person be asked to do something so irrelevant, and asked to be one of their "oh so honorable production personnel". I wasn't trying to be sacarstic, i am. I lodged an appeal to my liason officer, and i pray that lady luck will stand by me and review this scam. So that i can do my internship, at somewhere..less..weird?

And yes. i strongly dislike those cheena skanks who speaks mandarian faster than a bullet train.
i wouldn't mind if it was english that is. Oh well..i am looking forward to friday already. Damn.

Aftermath

I've been having so much to shoulder lately that till a point of time i felt that i had no life at all. The exams were taxing but nevertheless, i think i'll pull through pretty alright. Afterall i think everyone works hard for what they want to be in the future. Hope that my grades are good enough to get advanced standing in the mudorch university of melbourne.

A lot have changed in my life, and i bore the sacrifices of letting go. There're some things in life that cannot be re-edited. However, life gives me more surprises each day than i've ever expected. But, i think this is termed the moulding process of each individual. Internship's gonna start in 2 days and i regretted not going for the holland or the shanghai internship. I was so afraid that i'll lose my way in china, and i should've just filed the application to holland when i had the chance. Again, i'll try not to cry over spilt milk, i'll take every chances i have from now on, making the full out of each and every of it.

I'll enjoy my internship by trying to finish the books i plan to finish in the 2 months, and wearing the mufflers to kick some asses. Holiday's burnt by the internship, and..i think i still have a lot to expect from the unexpected don't i?

2007

I'm so sorry that this came so late. My new year's eve wasn't spent partying, instead it was spent clearing tables and faking smiles to customers who actually pissed me off. But well, it's for the sake of money, though there wasn't double pay that day. It's good to be contented actually. Besides, honey ain't in town either, therefore i just felt the mood wasn't really there. Oh well, my motivation now would be july comes faster than i've expected it to be as honey will be coming back for holidays this july. Yes. i know it's still long, but whatnot, it's good to look forward to seeing her. IN PERSON.

So i was thinking about what to expect from this new year, or what i should plan to fulfil this new year. Too many to think of really. From going to vancouver for christmas to fighting on a bigger stage where just the ambience of audiences shouting is intimidating enough. A lot of things really.

Year three in the polytechnic will be a more taxing year, the thought of taking another programming module is just enough to kill me already. But for the sake of what's gonna be reflected on that bloody cert, i haven't got much choice do i?

But well, despite all the new shit that comes along with the new year, i'm thankful for the fact that i have my honey with me, and of course my buddies, like those in WFB, ya know who you are, and not to forget, (JC and ERNEST) It's really great to have buddies like you guys.

Anyway, a very happy new year to all.

fiction

He wears his mufflers, sipped some water and breathed heavily, he has fought 5 taxing rounds against opponents whom are good, great and extraordinary. It's really a miracle how he stood them up and knocked them out one by one. The next fight was against the kryptonians. They are the threat that he was vulnerable to. They didn't even have to give him a baseball kick, all they need to do was to sneeze and he'll probably be flying 7 miles across albertta.

Surprisingly, he did not decline the fight, instead, he pulled his battered body into the ring to face the kryptonians. No one said it was gonna be a fair match, then why would he go up there like a fool trying to fight the impossible? He wanted to fight for what he believed in, what he loves. His source of energy sadly chose to be passive and didn't want to take a stand, and he totally understood despite the fact the he would most prolly die without her.

"ya ok louis?" said the refree
"never better" he said wiping the blood from his corner of his mouth.

When a man loves a woman, he fights for every chance to prove his worth even to the point whereby his life is at stake. Because till then. All he would pray for, is to successfully cheat death, and walk out not only alive, but with the opponents nodding in agreement to his beliefs.