OKayyyyy... sorry I went of without telling anyone that my blog went on holiday the moment I went on holiday. And I 'forgot' to post up my last post so you guys will just have to fill in the blanks DIY.
So its already Saturday morning, and its realll early in the morning, like 00.17 am, and its freaking cold because my sisters are sleeping in the sitting room, just for fun. Not because they don't have any beds to sleep on (my youngest sister has 3 in fact) but they like wasting the air conditioning and causing a big hole to form in the ozone layer.
Anyway this is MY blog so I'll talk about myself and you do the listenting/reading.
SO my hols have been OK with most of my goals achieved, except that WK and co. couldn't come up with mission 2. But I had a good time playing 3 slippers, futsal, movies, mamak, Otai and just driving aroung a little circuit going up the hill, stopping, pull the handbrake, free gear, gear 1, lepas clutch, tekan minyak, lepas handbrake, and give a good , vroooooooommmmmmmm, and go down the hill.
And what a week. So little I had acomplished in that week. My lab report is still hanging without a conclusion, my english project is still in draft form, and what little knowledge I had slipped away like tangki bocor, compared to what I was like before I entered matrik.
Before matrik I was on almost top form, with a 200/200 math score, and I was in tip top shape for the a level exam... But now I'm just slightly short of being in junkie form with too much mcD, seafood, and meat. In fact I think I lost 3 kg in Matrik, gained another 3 after a buffet, and lost another 1 kg after shitting. So the net gain in weight in 2 weeks is 2 kg, which still puts me dangerously low on BMI.
Anyway food aside, I just got a short crew cut as a sign of repentance from my allmighty lazy 2 weeks and to make sure my brains dont keep oozing out.
And I brought home some of the junk that was hanging in johor uselessly all this while, like my pyjamas, novels, and other junk. These stuff would probably never see action in johor, so I opted for their warly dismissal. And I plan to bring less junk this time, so my room will be less cluttered. Already I'm the only kid known to bring a bookshelf from KL to johor, and that shelf also filling up fast, with nuts and useless books taking up most of the space. In fact I call myself a virus, a bit like what Agent Smith describes humans as to Morpheus in the first Matrix.
And wow I can't belive life is going so fast for me its ONLY been 8 months since I left school, and 3 months since I went to matrik, but it feels like a long time. Especially when you walk around infron of the school and say: Hey I used to go there you know. And also the fact that you can still remember the kakbang in the canteen, and how to open the storeroom, and what stupid stuff happened in Chinatown, and the fact that Chinatown doesn't exist anymore. And the list goes on and on. In fact WK missed the school so much that he wanted to paint it again, just like what he used to do in the old days, but stupid we couldn't come up with a good design so we called it quits. And this time probably we'll get caught so it wasn't worth the risk.
Anyway I just had to stay content with playing slippers and terrorising the neighbourhood by screaming and shouting and throwing tennis balls in the dead of the night with me buddies.
And the fact that almost everyone except Loong and Ravin and probably half of the A49B HELP class is staying in Malaysia, with everyone else going off to a land far far away, and never coming back except for disasters, and sitting and kutuk the coutry from afar. Man I always wished I could do that, and I'm considering Sweden as a country of choice. Stable economy, liberal people, environmental freindly policies, no riduculous sultans, peaceful country, good weather, rapid growth, good government, low corruption, safe, lots of Ikea furniture, and no Indons. Just that the Swedes don't speak much english and you dont get roti canai or ramli burgers.
Anyway I just realised that even after medical school (even if I get into UM) I will be bonded 5 years (I think) if I do my masters (specialise) in Malaysia, and the trick is you have to take the scholarship, and the bond, and get stuck in this rathole for another 5 years, and by the time I want to subspecialise they'll probably bond you again, so I'm thinking that hey! You might never get out to Sweden or USA or something and just end up living like my parents, who had kids and settled down in KL. And their son having to cope with so called racism, no free press, lots of propoganda, and Rempits.
And what happened to the idea that all Chinese parents save up so that their kids can study overseas and don't come back ever again?
God this world is so strange, with me leading the strangeness.
And when the world is against you who do you turn to?
Superman of course. But since he's just a fictional character they just make him into a comic book and they sell like hotcakes, because everyone wished that they had someone to turn to when something goes wrong. What's funny is that that's probably how religion came about, (apart from the sheer political power of religion) because people need someone to turn to (or blame) when something goes wrong and they don't care whether the God exists or not.
Of course I'm just taking a different view towards all religions as a whole. I still go to church you know, but most of the times I go as a sinner and hypocrite.
Enough of religion, it shouldn't even be in this blog in the first place.
Anyway I'm getting a wee bit sleepy, and there's some packing to be done tommorrow, so I shall sign off for now. The next time I shall be hopefully back in Johore and cursing the foul air that reeks the place. Egad! Did anyone notice how pleasant I was today, without a single hint of Melayu bashing on this issue of my blog. That's probably because the first few melayus have contacted me online, with lAtEp (latep) leading the battalion on my friendster.
No offense, but since it's my blog I will continue to do as I see fit. No one can change me ... Yet...
So that is all my friends. I shall continue my journey through time and space and blogs like I always have, and not stop time like Hiro Nakamura.
So ciao!
Signing off,
Pau
ps: Peiru get some sleep. You're going to turn into a zombie if you don't
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