About Me

Pseudo-intelligent. Happy-Go-Lucky. Occasional introvert. Semi extrovert. Loves to eat but incapable of gaining weight. Sweet-toothed. Failure of a socialite. Failure as a hikkikomori (basement-dweller). A wannabe paradox.

Snippets

Thursdays are now de-facto blogging days due to the 3hr break in between Statistics class and Maths classes.

Waiting for the bus is a ball-freezing experience. Getting changed in the mornings constitutes endurance training.

Procrasination is BAD! Putting off your assignments till the last week is not a good idea. So why do I keep doing it?! Because blogging on blogs and surfing on webs are exponentially more fun than plotting plots and graphing graphs.

List of hopes and dreams, needs and wants, and everthing in between.

Hope
  • Possibly my own Rita
  • Perhaps my own laptop
  • Perchance my own room

Dreams

  • For others please ask Rita, fufu
  • Rita
  • ???
  • Profit
  • To someday be able to play an eletric guitar
  • or bass
  • or violin

Needs

  • Warmer Australian climate
  • Rita
  • More money/Part-time job
  • Über 1337 programming skillz
  • More/longer holidays
  • A new handphone
Wants
  • >= Adobe Photoshop CS2
  • Vocaloid2 software
  • More money
  • Rita!

In betweens

  • Still waiting for that letter...ho hum...
  • .1.
  • ..2..
  • ...3...
  • RITA!

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Ma & Pa

Yea I know, I know. You guys are all pumped up bout my Supanova weekend right? Unfortunately, your gonna have to wait awhile cos something huge happened to me this week!! I'm talking astronomically huge!! Enough to dwarf a supernova!! That would mean that it's as epic as a quasar!! So what's the big deal then? Well, you'd probably have guessed from the title but I'll scream it out anyway, MOM & DAD are here!

For those of you having trouble grasping the significance of this event, here's a short parable to help you understand. There once lived a boy, who had to be sent away from home, far far away. He had to live away from his parents for a very long time (6 months). Day after day, he pined for Mother's caring touch, longed for Dad's uplifting humour but sadly he had to endure those 6 months all alone with his brothers. Finally the day arrives! He is finally reunited with his family and they can enjoy each other's company over a nice plate of authentic MALAYSIAN nasi lemak. And that was how nasi lemak was introduced to Australia. The end.

But seriously, having Mom and Dad here could not be any more awesome. I finally get packed lunches to uni, real proper brekkie, not to mention the Malaysian cuisine I sorely miss that Mom manages to dish up every dinner. Food aside, there's also the ton of stuff she brought over for us. I now have like a new bag, 3 new jackets, 8196 pairs of socks and a enough shirts/t-shirts to clothe all of Tokelau. Suddenly, I've become such a vainpot. I've spent more time in front of the mirror these past few days than I have in the past 6 months.

But of course, parents doesn't just mean food and clothing. The best thing about having them with us would have to be the family time we spend with each other. For the ill-informed, family time is the time spent with one's family where one has a feeling of complete safety and security. Doesn't matter if you're old or young, as long as your naïve enough to be lulled into the sense of security your family provides then you can enjoy it. Fortunately, I am one these people and for that I am truly thankful. Now, I don't mean to brag to everyone. I do realise that some people might not be as lucky as I am but to them I say, there has got to be a moment in time where you experienced this right? Even if it's for a short time, we should appreciate every chance we got/get. But I digress. After all, I really don't feel like I have the right to spout such stuff.

In any case, if for any reason I am inactive for the next month or 2 well, you know why. On the off chance you are still interested in that Supanova thing then I'll photodump it sometime soon. Too lazy to write about it already. Ta for now.

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