The Thing about Water-Proof Bags

The first ever bag was created in 212 B.C. The earliest form of bag was made from huge tree leaves that serve as a mean of carrying random items.

Ignore the first paragraph. I was too angry and uttered pure nonsense. Besides, who the fuck would care when the first bag was created?

Bags nowadays are made waterproof. This is apparently a good idea cause well, just like what the name suggests, it prevents water from going in. Water which may probably destroy all your valuable porn collection stored in your hard disk placed in your bag.

Smart idea yeah?

But since water doesn't get in, I think it also suggests that water doesn't get out.

I have this habit of carrying along a water bottle with me to school. And this afternoon, I think the bottle cap was faulty (refusing to admit it was me who forgot to close it tightly before) and the cap actually came off, totally.

So what happened was as I was happily walking from place to place, the water was happily coming out from the bottle and filling up my bag, temporary forming a mini swimming pool. I only notice this when I felt water dripping from my bag.

For a moment I thought I was leaking.

And so, I opened my bag and the moment I saw the bottle cap off, and the supposingly full bottle was now half full, 2 words formed in my mind; "Chee" and "Bye".

As I thought, my pen was happily floating about like a kid hitting the waves with a pandan leaf. My first worry was my hard disk and my calculator. An engineer without a calculator is equivalent to a doctor without his nurse. Both require pleasure.

Ok this sounds a bit humsup. Someone will scold me. But hey, this is just a blog. Just joking mate =)

So now I am, back home, unscrewing my harddisk and calculator, plus many random stuff in an attempt to allow mother nature to take over.

We call it evaporation.

I Am Not Refering To You

but I seriously fucking hateeee blogs that has music background and those words soooo small that I gotta screen my eyes to make out whether its a C or a G the person's writing. Arghh.

I am not refering to you.

Back In, Australiaaaa

I realise it was time I make the slight extra effort to update my blog. I confess, I have been lazy lately. I am an ass, I have the rights to be lazy.

Prior to coming back, I spend the majority of time meeting up with my friends and as well as having dinner with my family. Trust me, coming back to Australia only makes me more emotional. I hate coming back yet I love coming back at the same time. I'm contradictive. I'm a Libran.

I guess it is due to the long absence of blogging that I am actually struggling to type the first few lines. Judging from the situation now, I guess the next post will be a few months later, unless of course, something amazing happens.

Prior to coming back Australia, I gain an astounding 5kg due to the countless supper that I was forced to gorge. Blame it on my discipline, blame it on my self control. Either way, I had none.

And so I made a bet. A bet that reinforce on my determination to lose weight, hitting the magical 70's which I have sorely missed for the last few, wrong. Last many years. I will not be uploading any photos of me in Brisbane for these few months as well.

I promised my mates that I will make sure I scare the shit out of them when they see me again at Changi Airport as I make a heroic return in July.

Define 'scare the shit' yourself. It could be because I have hit the impossible 70's or either that, is you see a lump of walking fresh meat struggling to make his way through the exits of Changi Airport.

Another thing is I have relocated as well. I have been freed from the devouring clutches of my previous Vietnamese landlord. He was a nice guy other than he complains about practically everything. From no visitors after 11pm to no exercising in MY room. For a while I thought he hates everything that is more good looking than him.

He must have hated everyone.

New place is fantastic other than my room heats up like a mini microwave when it hits noon. Yeah other than that, I think it's gonna be an enjoyable place to live in. Not to forget my lovely housemates as well. This is funny, why am I so reluctant in typing the last sentence?

All right, time to go and finish up my burger.