Wait..Chotto..

Chotto...

Well it's kinda like a gimmick for me. I meant to say "Wait".

For the past 4 months, my life has been nothing but routine.

I wake up early in the morning,
i go to classes,
i eat,
i come home,
i revise and laze around,
i eat again,
and then sleep.

that is the only way i could describe my mundane life to you. I can't say it was slow,rather it was quite a fast life to me. Possibly i've grown fond of routine. No more excitement, no more last minute trip planning, and no more sudden rush for short term excitement aka movies, or outings.

what is so wrong with liking the life i had?

personally i think nothing WAS wrong. It was until i realize, somehow living in routine makes my days pass by even faster that being in constant excitement. I theorize that this was possible as a mundane life doesn't have much things to remember about. Hence, without memorizing the past, the present seems to move so much faster. Brilliant eh?

And then it comes to point where i felt that, having no memories of my youth is in no way a good thing. I can't agree that it's monotonous as it was goal oriented. I'd like to call it lacking of spice. Yeah, that's it. I need to spice up my life in various ways.

Spices anyone?

and it's another new holiday :)

fair enough...time to get started on thing i've been planning to do..

1) travel ?
- i'm never sure about this....the thing is..the idea has always been around but
$$ is a problem.. =P

2) books?
- this is a certain thing...cause i have 4 books on the shelf that was left
untouched since February..

3) Misc?
- like organising my room again, preparing for my final project, comtemplating
on buying a new pc, buff up...hahaha...

4) work?
- i'd really love to...$$$ ... but i'd prefer short term work, eg . event
based..better money ... and can enjoy hols better


how? how???

Steamboat

There is to a certain extent when i am so bored that i would eat just to get the high out of it.

At first, it seemed to be a brilliant solution as sugary food is mostly cheap and easily available.

And then it got worse when sugar is no longer able to provide me the necessary drive to keep me going.

That's when i turn to cooking.




I started cooking myself as a way to satisfy my cravings for food; actually, good food.



Is that something bad , one might wonder?

Not necessarily.

As to what i see from it, i'm the only one who benefits from it.

I get to learn how to cook from my self-driven determination.

I was able to cook simple chinese food, pastas, sandwiches and i even learned



how to make steamboats.




But then again,who eats steamboat alone?

Tanks and Banks

As most readers have realize now, i don't usually nag about what happen to me on my blog on daily basis. Haha. Partly cause i know no one will read about it and also cause i didn't think it's a wise thing to tell other people about my own bitter misery. In other words, come here and read about my emotional rants instead of my problems. Wahaha...

But hey sometimes i write about happy stuff too. Sometimes it occurred to me that a guy writing emotional blog is girlish. But don-care-lah. Call me girlish or whatever, you'll know me if you KNOW me. I don't really mind. Instead of putting up a tough guy look i'd rather just be a normal guy.

I remember back when i was still in primary, i had this weird wish.

I WANNA GROW UP to be a NORMAL GUY.

WTFBBQ rite?

Maybe it was because i'm the only chinese boy in the school and the school head prefect. People tend to have high expectation on me, even teachers think i would grow up to be an elite. I remember getting As in exams was effortless. I practically didn't study at all, except for UPSR of course.

And when i enter VI, i think my wish was granted. Everyone there was exceptionally good at some or various things. Some are smart, some are StreetSmart, some are naturally good in sports and most of them can really speak their mind out; in ENGLISH. Haha..okay i wasn't born into an English speaking family, only my Dad were able to speak the Queens language. I don't spend much, i practically never been to Sg.Wang back then and the only people i've ever mixed with was Malays and Indians and of course some Sarawakians. Chinese kids were aliens to me.

Some were dumbfounded as i speak Malays fluently instead of Cantonese or Mandarin. I finally felt small, helpless, and NORMAL.

That was when i really work my ass off to be EXTRAORDINARY.

Three Fork Enigma

what do you think it means?
Tell me....

Separating Worlds..

There's a whole other world inside of me now, full of words no one can hear.

Someone once told me, you don't have to be afraid of this feeling.

One way or another, if you can feel it; you might as well reveal it.

Life has it's own way of getting back to you.

Tomorrow it might all be taken away.

The way of life itself is simple.



Eat when you're hungry,

Sleep when you're sleepy.

That's where the essence of life lies in.