Late night reminiscing

Have i mentioned this before? i think i may have...but who cares? i'm gonna say it again...

S3 was mad.

i was just looking through some videos that were given to me by oh-so-kind Richard Chen..THANK YOU.

i just realised what incredibly dumb things we did during our brief tenure in C25 and being under the mentorship of Mr Yap.

from the footages, there were:
1. scenes of Jing Yao reenacting his role as a psychotic pervert complete with fake dribble;
2. more scenes of JY licking his lips;
3. Rajes complaining that her hot chocolate did not have enough whipped cream on it and explaining why it was detrimental to the industry and mankind;
4. a game of uno stacko governed by the laws and theoretics of physics;
5. Mr Yap yelling at us and saying something like "TODAY IS NOT INTERNATIONAL DIGICAM DAY!!" - he didn't like digicams in class.

watching these videos has just made my night...and it has also brought back all the memories that i had from that 10 months.




First they go fishing...Then he proceeds to..


And he's still denying it.


Poor Yihaur...i have a suspicious feeling that you got the brunt of the attention from the girls in class...BUT WE LOVE YOU..!!


If you must know, JY is the one bending over.


And somehow, he never seems as enthusiastic as his class about taking pictures...


We CAN be sane if we want to.



it's the classic story of girl goes to big city to study, girl gets exposed to hedonism in big city, girl slowly gets pulled into cesspit of debauchery, girl finds herself and repents, girl emerges as winner in the end.

ahh...if only it was true.

yes. S3-mates...you'll be remembered forever! thanks to you, i now know that seratonin does not only exist in the head; that helium makes everything seem funnier even if it's the national anthem; that you can never have too much of Seaview; that it's really easy to win money from kl-ites in a game of cards; that getting everyone to hide in class with the lights off and have the boys manning each door WILL actually make the teacher think that the class is locked and everyone's gone home; that nicking apparatus from the chem lab is our god-given right as a student at Taylor's because of the exorbitant fee we pay.

yes...thank you so much.

Rain go away.

i can still remember it vividly.
i remember your fingers in my hair.
i remember you running them through it.
i remember you told me that i had done good.
and then we talked.

and for that split second i felt that everything was perfect.
everything felt so real
and that it couldn't have been anything else.
and then we talked.

and we talked
about my future
and what i was going to do
and how you'd be there with me
and we talked more.

and then you gave me a kiss

on the forehead
trailed your fingers through my hair once more
and you walked away.

and when i woke
i could still feel your fingers running through my hair
and your kiss on my forehead.

Damn reality.

It is now 4 pm and it has not stopped raining since from the moment my eyes first opened..which was at 7 in the morning. it's gloomy, it's wet, it's cold and it's befitting the mood that i'm in right now.

over lunch, my elder cousins were talking about their experiences with my grandma. they used to live with her when they were younger, i think as a full-time thing...i think. they were telling me tales of how my grandma cooked according to her moods, when she was in a good mood the food was amazing, when she was in a bad mood, you'd get small bits of pork bone in the porridge. then they'd tell me what a disciplinary figure she was. that when she caned the two of them, she wouldn't hold back.

in a way, i quite enjoy these little insights to my grandma. i've never really had an exceptionally strong bond with her. ever since i was little, i wasn't a really affectionate little child. i find it really interesting to know that this side of her existed.

both my cousins, i can say, are quite attached to my grandma, in a way that i don't think i can ever be. in a way, i envy them. being the littlest of the lot, i've never been caned or yelled at by my grandma, which i assumed, would've put her into my good book. but that didn't happen.

i always saw her as just someone who's sitting at the top ladder of hierarchy, someone i had to pay obediance to, someone whom i had to give a goodbye kiss everytime i left the matriarchal home. no love won, no love lost.

somehow, at my age now, i feel as though i'm missing out on something. i've seen my friends with their grandparents and how close they can be with them. then i look at myself and my relationship with MY grandparents and it just seems hollow...superficial.

not only am i not close with my maternal grandmother, i can solemnly tell you that i'm even more distant with my paternal grandfather. the other two died when i was relatively young.

therefore i've now resolved that when i return home, i'll try to make amends and put more effort into getting to know them. i don't want a good relationship with my grandparents to go into my list of Something I'll Never Experience. right now, the items on the list are:

Something I Will Never Experience:
1. Having siblings.

i know it's short. and i intend to keep it that way.

Later is now.

This is essentially my life in a day.


Glorious surburbia...this is Cherrybrook...and i'm walking to the damn bus-stop but it seems so far away...oh well..not for very long anyways.


Rounding the corner and you have the Main Quadrangle, once again, in full glory. This is the first sight that greets me every morning at 7.45 am.


Carslaw Room 159 with Mr JA Hillman in front...neurotic, highly-excitable, excellent in Differential Equations.


The last Geology lecture for the year...kudos to Dr Tom Hubble for always screaming at the white screen that just won't go up, looking wasted each time in class and being full-out lenient.


The banana that i stole from Nick in Geol...hey, i needed a fruit for lunch, ok?


Walking up Technology Lane...doesn't look very technological to me...seems more Botanical than anything.

And then we pass Holme Building on the way to the last bio lecture...i have a strange fascination for it...doesn't it look oh-so-colonial?


The view of the the Main Quad with a Jacaranda tree in front...from the top of Manning Bar...beautiful, ain't it?


And finally, on my way home.

Ah...yes...the last day. I mean, the very last day of uni 2005...and it's officially over. It's amazing really, 9 months have just wizzed by, without me knowing...and here i am, ready to embark upon yet another threshold in the Great Ivory Tower.

So, such excitement and happiness calls for a celebration, no?

Enter Manning Bar. 5 bottles of Smirnoff Black, approximately 10 standard drinks in total, in an hour.

Final outcome?

Wasted at 6 pm.

Yes, Sydney Unicersity 2005 has been good to me.

It's the Last Day!

Considering that today will herald the last day of my First Year in Sydney Uni...i thought i'd celebrate by putting up a pseudo-mini-post from McGrath Access Centre from Carslaw.

Can you imagine? It's THE LAST DAY!

ok, technically tmrw is the official last day but cos normally i have a chem-lab on friday and 1 lecture at 8 and another at 2 and since tmrw is THE LAST DAY we don't have chem lab anymore so i figured ah screw it i'm not gonna waste AUD6.00 and 2+hours travelling to and from uni just to attend the 2 lectures i might as well stay home and sleep late and have a decent breakfast for once instead of my usual pathetic Uncle Toby's muesli bar; which i'm forced to have because being me i'm normally out of the door at just the nick of time before i miss the bus and can't afford to HAVE decent breakfast, and attempt to study at my own pace.

Ah...all that in glorious fine print. I can understand now why big corporates, insurance companies and just about everything else worship fine-print.

i'm a procrastinator tell me i'm a procrastinator we hate procrastinators BAH!

Firstly, i would just like to say SORRY! this is the third post i've put up tonight..it just seems that i've got so much to pour out..but i can't organize all my thoughts well enough to actually compile them into one long post. damn it.

One question:
Does it seem to you that my exams are coming up? Does it seem that it's just 2 weeks away?

the glaring obvious answer for this is 'OF COURSE NOT!' why...melanie ho, your exams are just around the corner..? oh geez..i never would've known..i mean, you've been coming on to this page for the 100th time now...put up 3 posts so far and wrote countless testimonials to friends all over in Friendster, made random chat and talks about Mr Darcy etc to Hong Yin via MSN..i'd thought you were on your holidays...

you bloody procrastinator.

*sigh*...i did study..i did try..i read my Knox Biology: An Australian Focus. i swear. i read like 2 chapters each culminating to 25+ pages per chapter...hang on..lemme verify that.

ok.. Chapter 18: Animal Reproduction is 20 pages long...(damn it, i could've swore it was longer) and Chapter 19: Animal Development is 29 pages long...(yippee!!) that evens out.

but as i was saying...it's just so hard...i can't focus..neither can you..i bet my life on it. if you had to read what i had to read at 3 pm with a full stomach lying on my bed..you'd have put your hands up in surrender after 5 sentences. at least i read an re-read the bits that just didn't get through my skull..

here's a taste of it...

Chapter 19: Animal Development pg 435

"..Neural crest cells eventually cease migrating, some forming clumps within expanses of non-crest cells with which they were previously interspersed. Antibody labelling has shown the renewed appearance of cell adhesion molecules on cells in these ganglionic clusters and a reduction of fibronectin receptors. These observations are consistent with increased adhesion between neural crest cells and reduced adhesion between these cells and their surroundings.."

Tell me you didn't go .."HUH?? WTF??" and read it again... TELL ME!!

there i've even italicised and made the font larger so that it'll be absorbed easily into your subconsciousness...you can go mumble this stuff in your sleep tonight and impress your parents/husband/wife/boyfriend/girlfriend/friend whatever... just remember to thank me for it. they'll think "omg..he/she is so smart..! and all the while i thought he/she was...!"

gah..i'm so SO looking forward to the end of first year uni...gawhd...save me..!

The Gospel Truth

Boys lie and Girls cry.

How ironically appropriate and true albeit that it's a terribly sexist remark.

I've just come to terms with the fact that the past cannot be reversed, no matter how much i would like it, want it, wish it to be so.

I guess that's what you've been trying to tell me all along, right? that this is how it will be inevitably, regardless of what was said between us...

how right. how true.

i should've known, right? i should've. i admit, it was my own folly...i was blinded by the thought that everything would fix itself...i'm stupid aren't i? god, you must be laughing now. laughing so hard at me that i should've been so naive.

so yes, boys lie...boys lie right through their teeth even when they flash you with their best most sincere smile... and girls cry...in the end. regardless. girls always cry.

What's wrong with Malaysian drivers??

A big fat NOTHING!

I’m sick of hearing people diss about how shit Malaysian drivers are. I’m not having anymore of that. This is it. I’m past the point of tolerating such comments with a forced smile. NO MORE I TELL YOU!

Why the sudden outburst I hear you ask? Well, last night I was at David’s and Tammy’s place for dinner. See, all the parents are in China and it was just the kids left in Cherrybrook to fend for ourselves. So without parents/uncle-aunty we would naturally starve if we didn’t unite, hence came the grand idea for a pizza party.

I digress. I apologize.

So yea, there we were, all the cousins eating and talking… or actually, they were doing most of the talking, I was just eating and being polite and listening to their conversations when suddenly out of nowhere, the topic turned on Malaysian drivers and how bad-ass-shit drivers we were.

…Hang on…

WHAT?

Lemme get this straight once and for all. There is nothing wrong with how we drive. Sure, we might get agro once in awhile behind the wheel, we might take more risks when it comes to being on the highway, we might curse and swear at you and your 7 generations before you and your 7 generations after you. But we are NOT bad drivers.

I dare say that we’re even better drivers than some of *ahem* the people here. We are better able at handling tricky situations; consider us more driving-wise (as equivalent to streetwise, doofus). We do not panic easily during tricky situations and are more in control. Why? Because we’re used to aggressive driving.

But once again. Let me say, aggressive driving is not bad. And neither is Malaysian driving.

The next person I hear dissing Malaysian drivers will get a knock, no, a punch on the head.

And no. I don’t appreciate being called a ‘Stupid Malaysian’ in front of everyone just because I gave you a fork to eat your ice-cream. So who cares about decorum in this day and age anyways??

When literature smiles upon you.

Books maketh the person. Either that’s a damn good line or you haven’t been reading enough. Indeed, I will now come up with a How-To article on becoming a superb writer and literary know-all…or pretend to become a superb writer and literary know-all.

Never ever be afraid to spout titles from the likes of Umberto Eco; “Isn’t Foucalt’s Pendulum/ Name of the Rose/*insert favourite title here* one of the greatest neo-classical-mediaval book ever written?” Always remember to sprinkle big words such as ‘neo-classical’, ‘avant-garde’ or ‘metaphorical characterization’ into your speech even though you know chicken-shit what they mean. Watching people scrunch up their faces trying to make up what you’ve just said and then trying to cover up by actually trying to make you think that they understand you is great fun.

Enter the world of Penguin Classics books. Ordinary-bland-uninteresting people read books like Sweet Valley, Christopher Pike, Harry Potter, Maeve Binchy, and the ever dreaded romance novels…urgh. For the literary genius however, the only books worth the burning of calories from the rolling of the eyeballs over the words are written by the Bronte Sisters, Jane Austen, Thackeray, Oscar Wilde etc; with such titles at hand, you’re guaranteed to blow away even the most banal and skeptical person in your little social group and finally getting him/her to acknowledge that they’re mingling with someone who’s a cut above the rest.

Money may not buy happiness, but it sure as hell can buy you damn a lot of books; if you have money, do not spend it on useless stuff such as iPods, chocolates, weed, alcohol or Lee Hom cds, if you do not have money, beg, borrow or steal until you have enough to buy yourself a decent book. You know that the final pay-off will be sweet.

Learn to cultivate an over-active imagination. It helps when you have to write a 1000-word descriptive essay for your final South Australian Matriculation English-As-A-Second-Language exam in the allotted time slot of 2 hours. The puffy pink clouds rolled across the clear azure sky is always a good opening for any essay dealing with nature, birthdays, picnics, homecoming of the cocaine induced son/daughter; believe me, I know. Even though the mood of your essay is supposed to be dark and gloomy, just put that sentence as the opening line...chances are you’ll impress your teacher so much that she’ll give you a big fat A in the end for good effort (and excellent use of vocabulary).

Read. As much as you can. Read as many books as your little brain will allow you to. You’ll be surprised that this is in fact one of the easiest way to becoming a superb writer and literary know-all.

Groom yourself into becoming an aloof, moody, sensitive, black-wearing creature and topping the whole thing off with a little black beret sipping champagne from a flute glass while visiting contemporary art galleries; as you should know, all famous writers are moody, aloof, sensitive artistic beings AND they always wear black…take Virginia Woolf for example, there’s a lady who’s aloof, moody and sensitive although I’m not too sure about her wearing black. Learn to put on a constipated face and look offended when someone asks you if you’ve read the latest book by David Eddings. “Oh dah-link, commercially-mass-produced titles for the ordinary public do not sit well with me…I only read books that can be found in little art-noveaue bookstores.” Remember the above mantra…always insert words that you KNOW will impress even your non-english-speaking grandparents even though you know chicken-shit about what it means. You WILL seem sophisticated and give an impression of being a literary know-all and a superb writer.

p.s. This was written in an induced state of extreme extended boredom.

pps. I apologize to all Lee Hom's fans...it was just a metaphorical example.

ppps. If you're feeling bored as i am too...try picking out the first letter in every sentence. you might have been asking yourself why it's been bolded. if you haven't, shame on you, you're not very observant are you?