Countdown to holidays...

Life of a student is really hard, especially one of an engineering student. While all my future bankers and business friends are happily slacking at home, I was camping in lab with all the future engineers to be. I mean how many times in your life do you witness the usually-empty computer labs filled with people in the middle of 2am on Sundays?

Anyway, I am glad that short period of bad memories has finally gone by. And one additional ironic part; why the hell do Me, a future Engineer to be, have to do a research and write up on Uncle Qin?

I have no idea how Qin Shihuang is related to engineering at all.
Did he learnt how to calculate dynamic forces?
Using differentiation, dy/dx to work out battle formations?
Speed of horse = [4 Legs x Length] / Time?

Anyway its over so no point talking about Uncle Qin again. he would not be happy knowing I am talking bad about him.

Weather is turning cooler nowadays.

Wrong word.

Weather is getting colder nowadays. If I had a choice, I would skip bathing, brushing my teeth and washing my face in the morning. It is just a torture going through the process of letting my already-freezing little hands touch the icy water.

Well, at least I am skipping my morning baths now. I am not being filthy or unhygenic. I am not trying to find excuses to cover up my ass. I am just postponing the cleansing of my holy body till a later part of the day.

Strange enough, I am actually not missing Singapore as much as last semester. Before I came back here this semester, I was imagining myself to be dreading to go back Singapore. Imagining myself to miss eating 2 bucks chicken rice, sleep in my nice cosy bed, meet up with my birdies buddies, drink 70 cents coffee, eat my mother's most-of-the-time-nice-but-sometimes-crappy food, shit and smoke at the same time and no phobia of taking morning baths.

But I am not. I mean I do miss Singapore, sometimes. Most of the time I will be too busy thinking what to eat for dinner or breakfast the next day. It is hard to choose between Maggi Mee or Indo Mee you know?

If you are asking me as of now, do I miss Singapore. My answer is yes.



I left my 40gb of porn in my room.

I am so Strong~

Sometimes, I wonder why I am so strong...

I have been constantly going to the lab at 2pm. Stayed in there and work my ass up till dinner time before I head home to cook my dinner. After that, I will head back to lab and again work my ass till 2am.

It would be hell if not for the munchies we brought to the lab everytime. I am so in love with those type of sour soft jelly that we called Starbursts over here. It just taste sooo sour. I likeeee~

Ok, time to head back to lab again..

Sometimes, I just wonder why I am so strong...

The Truth About Being A Soccer Ball

I like playing soccer. I love the feeling of kicking the ball around, of kicking the ball from one person to another, from one spot to another.

But I never realise the pain of being a soccer ball untill today.

Today, I did not want anything, I just wanted to get my report done. I went to one laboratory, settle down at one computer terminal for just 5 min after waiting for like half an hour, only to realise that there is a class going on and those who were not in the class were expected to leave.

I went to another lab, waited for another half an hour before finding a available terminal. But before my nice little butt can warm up the chair, there was another class going on and we had to leave again.

Headed back to the the same lab I went earlier on hoping to sneak in, but there was not any empty terminals around.

I suddenly felt like a ball, being kicked here and there.

I promise I wont kick any balls from now on...


... till next month...


Time to head back to lab. Guess I will be camping in school again today. I love Uni.

A Day of Qiang Da Beng

Today very good day. Wake up see posoms fight and birds shit all over floor.
Suddenly sky dark then suddenly rain small small. I sianz cause very cold then have to walk far far to University.

At night went for housemate birthday. It was her birthday because she happens to be born on this day. She is Malaysian. She is Malaysian because she was born in Malaysia on this day and somehow she became Malaysian. Malaysians are boys and girls who are born in Malaysia. That is why they are called Malaysian.

I am a Singaporean because I am born in Singapore. My birthday is in September, every year.

Anyway today we went to eat since it was her birthday which is today. We sit car went far far to a Chinese restaurant.

The Chinese restaurant was very chinese because they served chinese food cooked by chinese cooker chef. The food were put on chinese plates and we had chinese chopsticks and chinese plates. Make the place more chinese is taht we had chinese tea. I love chinese because I am a chinese.

I dont know why I am a chinese. Maybe because my mother and father are chinese. They are chinese because I heard my grandparents were chinese too. So when I born people call me chinese so I think I am a chinese.

During eat halfway, some food drop on my Malay friend bird bird sparrow. He was very angry because I was laughing loud so he cannot stand it so suddenly, he then drop some food on my bird bird eagle. But it is ok. I am a good chinese because my parents are chinese.

After eat full dinner we sit car car take far far road back my home which is far far away.

But lucky got techno music in car. I like techno music because they always make me sleep good good.

This is my day..

The Fun Before the Storm

Another week has past since I arrived, another week closer to my exams, another week closer to home.

This week has been quite fruitful for me since I was busy chewing on my revision, assignments and reports. Do you know what happens when you chew on the same type of food everyday?

You tend to get sick of it.

Yeah I am feeling that now but I still carry on chewing on it even though I dont feel like it.

There will be plenty to chew on till 20th June =(

Anyways, I had, yet, another house party yesterday. It was the birthday of my housemate, Miss Malaysian Who Makes Sushi that Taste like Cookies. And being the typical boring pharmacist student, she decided to have a cocktail party and a dress code of formal attire for the party.

She is boring because she detests smokers. People who detest smokers are borinGG~~

So for the first time in my life, I am wearing formal clothes in my own bloody home. But well what to do, I am a nice Singaporean At Heart mah, so of course I will follow the dress code.

I had round 7 glasses of cocktail (alcoholic), 2 rounds of shots (one round consists of one glass of Lamborghini set on fire, one Bailey, one blue-ish shit), and two Tequila shot. If it was back in Singapore, I would have been knocked out at the end of the day.

But thanks to my Australia adhorned drinking skills, I was physically and mentally trained for this type of situation.

With my improved physique, I was still standing strong at 1 am.

I just forgot things that happen after 130 am.

To My Dearest II....

Dear Hair,

I think I have angered you this morning with my actions. I am truly, deeply, sincerely offering you my utmost apologies.

The reason is because this morning when I wake up, I accidentally shaved the sideburn on my right cheek higher. Therefore to compensate for it, I shaved my left side higher too. But being the wake-up-I-damn-mabok guy, I shaved my left side again higher than my right side. So this time round I have to shave my right side higher.

Now I look like a monkey with no sideburns. I am truly sorry for the troubles I am causing you. Please forgive me...

I hope you are mentally prepared to stay up with me through sleepless nights for the next two weeks. Reason being I am trying to rush my assignments and reports so that I can have more time for revision. I really hope you do not mind that you actually have to spend it in campus instead of our cosy home.

But look on the bright side, we can have free usage of internet. You will benefit from it too cause the more money I save, the more money I have to buy quality shampoo and conditioner for you. I hope you dont mind the fact that people will laugh at you cause which bald head guy uses conditioner?

Dont worry, I wont tell people you are using it =)


Your Most Sincere Owner

To My Dearest...

Dear Hair,

I am really sorry that I shaved you off totally. I wasnt in my right state of mind when I made this decision. I truly regretted what I have done so please forgive me and faster grow longer.

I admit I was getting pissed off with the length of you and it doesnt help the situation that whenever I feel vexed, you will worsen things by constantly pricking my eyes and forehead. I also do not know why but every morning when I wake up, you look as if you had a wet dream; you are standing all straight up. That is why I find it a hassle that I had to pour cold water over you every morning in an attempt to make you cool down.

After pouring water over you, I find it really troublesome that I had to apply gel to keep u in shape. And at times when I feel like wearing a cap, you occupy more space in my cap, not helping the fact that I had a "Big enough" head.

All these are just few of the million reasons why I decided to shave you off on that fateful day. How have I regret making that decision.

Just the very next day, I get all sorts of stare on my shaved head. Babes were giggling, kids were pointing finger at me and drivers do not stop for me when I am at the pedestrian crossing.

I really miss watching you stand up early in the morning, missed the days I shape you up.

Now my cap feels empty, and so do my heart.

Please forgive me Hair and faster grow back..


Your Most Sincere Owner....

Troubled

Sometimes, I really question whether I made the right move coming to Australia to further my studies.

I had a lot of dreams since young. But the truly noticeable one was that I do not want to live just a normal life. I want to be rich, wrong. I want to be filthy rich.

I want to have the chance where I can buy a thing I like without having to scrimp and save for it or buy things I like without even taking a look at the price tag.

I want to live that kind of life.

However, I do not for once hoped that I was born into a rich family instead of my current family. I like my family even though I seldom go out to dinners with them even when I was back in Singapore. But to me, they matter the most to me.

I am a typical asian guy. Note: I am not refering to my organs.
I do not show what I feel.
I hate mushy stuffs.
I hate hugging people except girls.
I do not have the habit of saying I love you to anyone else other than my girlfriend when I am attached.

Before I came here, I had many worries. One important thing was that I did not want to use my parents money and if I decided to further my studies, I know for sure that I will end up using them.

Another worry was whether I should come here. I came here not because I love studying. But because I can't picture myself earning big bucks with just a diploma. Maybe it works for others, but I just cant picture ME, MYSELF as one of those.

I am 24 this year. Compared to my peers who are working now and spending their own money extravagantly, I am still scrimping and saving on my daily expenses using my parents money. I seriously hate this.

By the time I graduate, I will be like 25. Not very old, but certainly doesn't help in building up Qiang's Empire. I wanted to have my very own car by 26. Not those lao pok car but a sports car. Those that have engines that makes music to my ears.

I guess the way things that are going, this plan may be delayed till I reach my 30's.

25 is the age I will graduate if things go peacefully for me. However, it does not help in the fact that out of all the international students that I know studying here, non make it through their Uni life without at least failing one module.

There is just so many "I want to...", "I could have..." and "I should have..."

But well, why bother so much!!!

Limpeh is Hong Ziqiang leh muahahhahaha. I make the impossible perhaps, maybe, possibly got a slight chance into into possible. As my saying goes, "When the boat reaches the pier, it will automatically become straight."

My New Boom Boom

Though its just been like 69 hours since my last entry, things that could not happen in 69 hours actually happen within these 69 hours itself.

Knowing that I will be quite busy during the weekend, I study till my balls grew big big during friday night. Well, it is more of doing my assignments earlier so I do not repeat the mistake I did last semester.

This certain mistake that I made last year was leaving some reports till last min. By the time I finished them, I did not had much time to revise for my exams.

So being the smart, diligent boy that I am have always been, I made sure I finish my assignments earlier.

So, after a rejuvenating sleep on Friday, I head down to Southbanks on Saturday where the Buddha Fest was held. Buddha Fest is of course, a festival that has something to do with Buddhists. A carnival was held there and being the slack devoted buddhist that I am, I did some charity work by helping one of my friend to sell drinks for a few hours.

I like this particular job cause I was able to talk to a lot of babes know how it feels to do charity work.

Sunday was more fun. Another party was held at my place. It was the birthday of one of my Singaporean friends. And since his place was not really a good place to host parties, since he know all of the people living in this particular house of mine, since we are really nice people, we decided to let him use our place to host his 24th birthday.

For pictures of that day, please refer to my friendster =)

I swear I did not drink a lot that day. I just cant remember things that happen after 1am.

After finish typing the last sentence, I realise that my entry till now has not been linked to my title yet!!

Typical me, going out of point again.

I got new speakers!!

The best thing is its a 5.1 sound system. Meaning got 5 small speakers and 1 huge woofer. The very first sound system that I own with so many speakers instead of the usual 2.1.

That was the best part.

Here comes the brilliant part.

ITS FREE!!!!

Well, since the 2nd floor people were not using it, I decided to steal it for my own use warm up the speakers every now and then just in case it spoils.

I absolutely love my housemates.
Just in case they read my blog

And now, I can immerse myself in the luxury of having 3D sounds around me while I am watching porns geograhical channels =)

Just A Sudden Thought

Just a while ago, instead of revising, I was watching an online variety show by Jacky Wu.

Well it was really more of a talk show instead of the normal variety shows you see on tv.

Anyway, they were talking about a topic which got me really interested and more importantly, sets my huge brain cells thinking. I mean how many times a day do you actually ponder for a while and think while watching these crappy shows?

In this talk show, they were talking about abortions. They actually invited a lady, no. I should say they actually invited this little kiddo, 5 years my junior, 19 years old, and actually had abortion 8 times.

I mean 8 times!! Thats even more than the number of times I actually ate the Wanton Mee at the kopitiam under my house in my 20 years of living there.

She first had sex at 12 years old and since then, she has been visiting the gynecologist.

The first time she had sex, which we shouldnt care how, where or when, she tried abortion herself.

How??

By using the clothes hangar, sticking it into her vagina, pushing it all the way inside, and tried to hook the baby out.

When I heard this, I was truly impressed, amazed at her bravery.

I confess even if I had constipation, I wouldnt use anything like a hook to stick up my ass and dig my shit out myself.
Most probably I will ask my friend to do it for me

But anyway, of course, using the hook-a-baby-out method did not work for her.

But that is not the important part.

Having pre-marital sex is not a crime. But going through abortion 8 times. It seriously mean this certain girl does not really know how to protect her ownself.

Pre-marital sex has always been an issue in my parents time. But not now, not in us, the young, hippy and trendy youngsters generation.

I have not really heard of any really fantastic stories about abortion or pre-marital sex myself. Like getting screwed by 8 guys. And the person lying on the bed is a guy too.

I only heard of a friend screwing his neighbour dog.

I meant my friend's dog.

I believe we often discuss on the topic whether pre-marital sex is morally right, or whether you, yourself accepts having pre-marital sex. Most of the times when me and my friends engage in this topic, 8 out of 10 times we will engage in a series of moral wars.

The other 2 times we will disuss till we fall asleep.

Most of us have our own thinking and we believe what we 'believe' is correct so I think there is no point arguing in whose point is more correct.

After watching the show, I had a certain worry. I worry if I have kids in future, how should I educate them on sex?

I think I should give my son a pack of condoms on his 6th birthday.