A Quick Add on

Just a quick add on. As boring as I am now, I am actually reading my blog all over again. It's a really nice thing to keep a blog. I was looking at the old entries and was like constantly "Wa I forgot this thing happen before. oh how come it happen?"

Some entries I was also thinking like "How come I so childish? Must be that time too young lah."

Well that was just a year ago.

The style of my blogging has really changed a lot.

Anyway the reason why I suddenly felt like posting an entry again was because I stumbled upon an old entry of mine which sent me bursting out in laughter. Well, at least to me it was funny.

In the entry I was talking about army and then suddenly I gave an example between army 30 years ago, present army and future army.

30 years ago Army

Soldier X: "Wa laoz, c peh siong leh. carry tree trunk run here run there. still must carry cupboard from the bunk to parade square for standby bed. evryday can clock up a total of 400-500 push up. Rice taste like screws. soup taste like water. meat taste like rubber."

Present day Army

Soldier Y: "Wa laoz, c peh siong leh. bo tai bo ji wan standby bed in bunk. must open cupboard again. everyday do 200 push up liao stil not enough. luckily rice taste like rice. soup taste like soup. meat taste like meat."

Future Army

Soldier Z: "Wa laoz, c peh siong leh. cannot watch teletubbies today. kfc not open. cinema also not open. 5 months no do push up then suddenly ask us do 10 today. now my hands sore loh~"

This was the particular quote from that entry which send me laughing.

And then there was this classic poem which I dont know how the fuck I was able to come up with.

吃饱饱 精神好 咱来一起吵一吵

小吵没烦脑 中吵身体好 大吵练头脑

妈妈吵 爸爸吵 朋友也来凑热闹

吵一吵 吵了吵

肚子忽然又不饱 咱来去吃吃煮炒

餐厅好热闹 要等吃煮炒

等呀等 受不了

等到新年要来到 终于菜单才来到

点一点 叫一叫

叫到小姐“动 buey diao”

忽然间~！！

我们又再开始吵

妈妈吵 爸爸吵 朋友吵 这次多个小姐参一角

吵一吵 吵了吵

吵到肚子也变饱

等呀等 Kok Kok Tan

等到气也消一消

想一想 即然有四角 咱去打麻将

东西排一排 就把麻将撒满卓

天胡 地胡 碰碰湖 小姐来个乱乱湖

爸爸变疯掉 瞪着小姐。。 忽然间。。。。。。

又来开始吵

吵一吵 吵了吵

到我“动 buey diao”

实在后悔写这搞。。

End.... 艺名： 小洪

Oh my. I actually managed to came up with such shit last time. Unbelieveable~!!

How time flys~

Something On My 2nd Day

As reluctant as I was, as complain-sive as I was, it has been 55 hours since I last touched a cigeratte. Quite a remarkable record, its like 2 and a half days loh~

The urge to smoke has certainly went down. But still, it doesnt mean I have no urge to smoke anymore. The urge is still lurking out there, my little devil inside me is still urging me to grab hold of any cigerattes I can find.

If you dont believe it, just let me describe a scenario to you which happened yesterday. My housemates, unfortunately are both non-smokers. But fortunately, one of my housemate's friend came to stay over for the night and he is a smoker.

When midnight approach, I was really getting this strong urge to smoke. Mind you, this urge was so strong that it unconsciously pull my legs towards my friend's room. Then like a stupid asshole, I was walking back and forth outside his room, while all that while the angel and devil is fighting inside me.

The stronger the struggle was, the faster I walk. In the end, its obvious who won again. The one holding the fork cause it hurts me the most. So slowly, I knocked on the door.

"Do you happen to have any cigerattes to spare me?"

I nearly killed myself. Since when have I stoop so low? I really feel like killing myself with a sushi knife rubber band.

The chap gave me a "No."

Surprisingly, I wasnt disappointed. More of happy I should say. KanNiNahBeh Turban, what's a man without cigerattes.

And so as of today, as of at this moment, I am still happily carrying on my Campaign.
I realise that the urge to smoke is stronger when it reaches night time.

So being the bright student I am, I have decided to come up with the following measures which therotically, should and perhaps, maybe, possibly got a slight chance will increase my chances of quitting.

Increase Chance No.1 - Die die also must sleep before 6pm.

Increase Chance No.2 - If I ever find it too difficult to sleep so early, refer to No. 1.

A friend of mine was suggesting something to me. She told me that why not I try cutting down on my intake of cigerattes slowly instead of straight away say "Ok, I am not smoking anymore."

Well, that proposal seems very decent. Worth considering. Cause this means that tomorrow I can go buy cigerattes le since I planning to cut down down slowly, hia hia hia hia~

Shit~

Oh shit, I am having one of those moments of Why-the-fuck-do-I-have-to-quit-smoking thoughts. Just have this strong urge now to grab a cigeratte, light it up and lubricate my throat that is crying now. Well, at least I feel it crying.

Now I know why so many smokers are eventually still smokers, cause they never succeed in quitting. I am getting a feeling that I will be like them soon. This feeling is big time shit~

You know something I hate about those parents that are smokers?

They will be like "Oh Ah Gal/Boy ah, dont smoke you know? Bad for your health.", while happily puffing away that cigeratte in their mouth.

In my family, because my parents doesnt smoke, my brother and I decided to do them proud by smoking ourselves.
Talk about filial piety and bringing glory to my family, dont we just bring a smile to their face. Even my grandparents will climb out of the grave and give me 2 thumbs up!

Ok, I sidetracked again. This is really sucky~ Why did I backside itchy and start this stupid quit what fuck smoking?
Cigerattes are actually same price as in Singapore so why did I backside itchy~~~

忍耐，忍耐，我要忍耐。
明天，很快，就到来。
期待，无奈，脸愁哀。
何时，才能，克服来。
忍耐，忍耐，我管你什么耐。
明天就买包香烟来 :)


....
Ok I am just kidding.

Day 1 Of Campaign

24 hours has passed since my last ciggeratte. I am.. I am truly perservering. I seriously think that going on a diet was much easier than quitting smoking. Its a simple deriviation. Dieting just means you, eat lesser. Quit Smoking means, you totally dont touch any ciggerattes.

Now there will be an update on the odds table:

1 Day - 1.00
2 Days - 1.50
3 Days - 2.00
4 Days - 2.50
5 Days - 3.00
6 Days - 3.50
7 Days - 4.00
7 Days+ - 6.00
1 mth - 15.00
Forever - 99.00

For the 1st time in Australia, the occupants in my nose has decided to turn watery and move out of their house.

In short, I have a runny nose. Was this sympton suppose to happen? I thought it only applies to drug takers.

No no no, I am not saying I took drugs for god's toa pei gong's sake.

Yesterday night was one of the hardest night for me to sleep in a long long while. As you can see, it has been my old habit of consuming 1 stick of nicotine every night before I head to bed no matter how tired or lazy I am.

If you ask me to recall how I started this weird habit, the memories are already vivid. But if you insist on one, then perhaps, maybe, possibly got a slight chance was that time I was feeling kinda stress too?

I think I was kinda stress cause too many girls were asking me out and telling how much they adored me. I was having a hard time choosing cause all of them were blessed with devilish bodies and angelic faces. Even the girl which I rated as the ugliest had the figure of Christy Chung and face of Fiona Xie.

Howwwww to choose you tell me?

So I started the habit of popping a stick at night before I head to sleep.

Oh ya, not to forget, to switch off my handphone. Well cause you know the girls. They just love to send me those lovey-dovey sms-es which are kinda irritating.

The Start Of The Campaign

Finishing my last stick, the buzzer to Sure Try Quit Smoking Campaign has been sound!

So how long can Yours Sincerely tahan? Well I am eagerly anticipating too.

Odds is out so you are welcome to bet~!!

1 Day - 1.00

2 Days - 1.50

3 Days - 2.00

4 Days - 2.50

5 Days - 3.00

6 Days - 3.50

7 Days - 4.00

7 Days+ - 6.00

1 mth - 15.00

Forever - 99.00

Start betting now! Rates are to the number of Clip-On koala bears you can redeem when I am back!

Pleasant Surprise

Before I blabber on what what I am going to write now, I would like to sincerely thank the 3 dwarfs that stay Dwarfs' Hut; Mr Chinese Who Cant Speak Chinese, Mr Malay Who Grow Pubic Hair On His Head and Miss Short Who Can Buy A Child's Bus Ticket.

They did something which touched my heart. They, thought that 23rd August was my birthday. So this afternoon, they went groceries shopping for the surprise dinner which they had plan for the evening.

I once told them that yesterday (Sat) was my birthday. But I told them I was just joking. My birthday was in September. Everytime I tell them something, they never believe and thought I was joking. But ironically, they believed what I said about yesterday being my birthday.

I already insist that I was just joking. But somehow they believed me cause or not I would not have suddenly requested for a drinking session at their place on Friday.

Anyway, today after their groceries shopping, they invited me over to their place for dinner which I kindly declined. Cause being the nice people they are, they have invited me to thier place for dinner quite a number of times.

But anyway somehow they insisted I joined them for dinner. When I reached their place. They were halfway in preparing the food and I was like Wo, what's the occasion today. On the grill plate were lamb chops and chicken wings prepared by Mr Chinese Who Cant Speak Chinese who is really quite a good cook. Only second to Yours Sincerely.

They entertained me by just saying the food was on sale so they bought a lot.

Halfway through the eating the really nice lamb chops and chicken wings. They sort of hint to me that this dinner was for me birthday on 23rd Aug. But I was like What the fu...? I had a tough time convincing them that it really wasnt my birthday till the point I had to flash out my IC for them to believe.

You can guess the look on their faces. They even had a cake and present ready and keep on mumbling Oh man, Oh man. It was so funny.

But hey mates, really thanks for what you all do. It's the 1st time in my 22 years that I celebrated my birthday 1 month in advance. So that makes it special.

Your efforts, I appreciate it.

So to show my appreciation, I have decided to clean your house in AUSTRALIA for NO CHARGES for a whole of one year.

Starting from August 2008.......

The Day Which Eventually Came

It starts tomorrow.

What?

I SAID, IT STARTS TOMORROW.

Huh?

I FUCKING SAID, IT FUCKING STARTS TOMORROW.

Tomorrow. Yes tomorrow will be the start of Sure Try Quit Smoking Campaign. I dont think I can do it. I truely dont. So I decided I shant force myself much. If I really cant tahan, I will just drop by a shop and buy ciggerattes.

*Little devil rising his fork in victory.
Yes, little devil at this point has won. I feel in so no-mood to quit.

I cant imagine waking up in the morning, brush finish my teeth and the 1st step I take outside my house, I cant smoke.

I cant imagine after an hour of lecture, as I head to the next lecture room, I cant smoke.

I cant imagine while waiting for the next lesson and have nothing to do, I cant smoke.

I cant imagine after a long tired day at school, as I walk home, I cant smoke.

I cant imagine after indulging myself in midst of revising my stuff at home and wana take a break, I cant smoke.

I cant imagine after a hearty meal, I cant smoke.

I cant imagine that the habit of smoking right before I want go to sleep as of tomorrow begins, I cant smoke.

Oh my Toa Pei Gong~ I shall try to persevere~ No promises~

Just Another Boring Moment

How boring can I get? This is my 3rd time blogging today. I am bored stiff.

Life in my house now has taken a dramatic turn. Just a month ago, my housemates were enthusiastically revising in their room everyday with a hope of getting honours.

2 min ago when I went to their rooms again, they were staring at their laptops, doing nothing, complaining about how sian school is. One even had the same thought as me thought; to go back Singapore for good.

I dont see this behaviours for my other friends who are in non-engineering faculty. So does this means only engineering students develop this Studying-is-gan-pua-pek-chek Syndromes. Sometimes, I really just want to pack my things up and go home. Why did I choose this life of torturing myself?

Of course thats just the little devil inside me occasionally poking me with his fork saying "Hey Boss, what's up with you now? You should be relaxing at home enjoying your favourite snack, digging your nose while watching soccer on Starhub Cable TV. Look at you now, no TV, digging nose alone while blogging for the 3rd time today."

On the other side, little angel with the halo above his head is saying "Hey Boss, you are here on a mission. So stick to it. 2 years will fly past very fast. It's just stress for now. Look forward. Its just another 3 months before you go back to Singapore for a 3 months holiday! Whats nice about digging nose while watching soccer? It's just watching 22 men chasing one ball while fingering your nose."

Well, though both sides of me are now debating, it's quite clear who is winning the battle at this moment. The one with the fork cause it hurts me the most.

But dont worry, I know how to weigh things. Since I am already here, why not just make full use of my time here. Duh~ Typing is easy, following what you are typing is the difficult part.

Many many whys are appearing in my head now.

Never mind, brush those bubbles of whys aside first.

Just a few weeks ago, I came out with a pick up line of my own. It goes like this.

"Hey Miss. I wished you are my wind."

"Huh? Why?"

"Well, so you can blow me everyday."

A friend of mine came up with something that he read in the internet that I thought was absolutely genius.

"Hey Miss. Are you Jamaican?"

"Huh? Why?"

"Well, cause Jamaican me crazy~"

Get it? Genius right? No wonder those people are famous unlike me. Sitting alone in my room coming up with lame pick-up lines which I think only I find it amusing.

That's what happen when you develop Studying-is-gan-pua-pek-chek Syndromes, I reckon.

I read quite a number of blogs today. Out of which some I actually read everything he/she has wrote before from the archives. It's amazing how other peoples' lives are.

I once read from somewhere that due to the size of Singapore, between Stranger A and Stranger B will at most be 3 or 4 friends away. This means that I, Hong Ziqiang, may not know you today. But you will know the friend of my friend of my friend.

Amazing fact isn't it?

Reading Newpaper online has been one task which I stay to faithfully everyday. It updates me regularly with things that happen in Singapore cause I am a True Singaporean At Heart.
Rape and molest cases Political issues have always interest me the most.

As you can see of now, I am randomly bombarding things into my entry at this moment. Cause once I finish blogging, I will be back to what I was doing just now; Nothing.

So pardon me for this random insertion of unrelated, no head no tail entries. Have a little pity on this poor chap over here will ya?

This is quite truly ironical. Back in Singapore, even if I had nothing to do, I would not blogged my time out too. But now, blogging has became my favourite past time cause well, its my ONLY past time.

Ok, think I shall rest my fingers for now. No point squeezing my brain juice thinking of what to write for my blog since I might as well save it for my report that's due next Friday.

Duh~ NOT ANOTHER REPORT~~

My Condolences

My condolences to a good friend of mine. Not only is he a good friend to me, he is a childhood friend too. One of whom I have know for 17 years, one of whom saw me grow up from no hair to lot of hair, one of whom I always fight with over tiny matters, one of whom who knows my dirtiest secrets, one of whom went through the same primary school and secondary school with me, one of whom I still keep in contact with and one of whom tells me where the good places in Geyland (In terms of food) are.

He has torn his leg ligaments, again. He is bedridden now for the past 3 weeks. Though I cant be with him physically, I shall be with him mentally. I wish him speedy recovery so that he can play soccer again.

To My Childhood Friend,

Mr. EDIHS OAIL

Hangover

As stress as I was lately, I decided to call a mini celebration yesterday at the Dwarfs' Hut late in the evening. Although it was nothing worth celebrating, I was glad at least we have overcome one of the many tides that are still awaiting for us.

We had wine, vodka and pizza to make our mini celebration look like a celebration.

We did the usual stuff, talk about gals, gossip about people, talk about our past triumphants of wooing gals discussed on our upcoming reports, assignments and how to pass university with such good results that even our grandparents will jump out of the grave.

By the way, Miss Short Who Can Buy A Child's Ticket didnt joined us for the booze drinking session. She was asleep in her room; with her door locked.

All along I hadn't been a really good drinker. So within 1 bottle of wine and 1 bottle of Malibu: Pineapple, I was drunk. Well least I still know what was going around me, just that I was there, there where things are blur around me.

Being a True Singaporean At Heart, I follow the rules of "After Drinking, No Driving".

I just rode Harry back home. Well technically speaking I wasnt driving, I was just riding. And to be honest, I didnt even know how I managed to ride Harry back.

Now I am suffering from hangover. My ridiculously big head head that has been blessed with more amount of molecules are even more heavier than it was before. Gosh I need to pop some panadols in.

Speaking of panadols, I have 11 ciggerattes left. The buzzer is eagerly waiting to sound the start of the Campaign.......

Finally...

Finally an end to the saga. Rushing reports, rushing assignments were the main items to do for this week.

I was so busy till I unconsciously put myself into a quicksand that's slowly indulging me into a world of "Stress". But luckily, I managed to finish everything after spending nearly 7 hours till 130am yesterday at the Dwarfs' Hut.

Life is good at this current moment I tell ya. But it won't last long. Another report is due next Friday, KanNiNahBeh Turban~!

Ok, I should be relaxing myself today. Well, maybe not for whole of today. But at least for half of today, let me feel like I am not a student.

As of now, I have 15 ciggerattes left. In order to improve the success rate of my Sure Try Quit Smoking Campaign, I have cut down on my daily intake of nicotines since yesterday.

Yesterday I broke my personal record. I smoked only 3 ciggies.

Today, I smoke 2 ciggies since morning. So using simple mathematics, if i skipped smoking for the rest of the day, I will have a new record. If I just smoke one more, I will equal my current record. If I smoked more than one, it means the hopes of my Campaign is getting lesser.

Hmmmm... Anyway stay tuned for tomorrow's update on how many sticks I have left so you can know my intake for today's.

By the way, I took away my tagboard. Because not much people tag me anywayit seems quite stupid to have a place for putting comments and yet have another tagboard.

Its like installing another door to your room when you already have a door there. So that makes your room have 2 doors~!

You must be thinking What The Fuck? now. Ya that's exactly my point I wana bring across. So in the end I took off my tagboard.

Major Fatal Error

I made a fatal miscalculation. All along I thought I had 40 sticks (2 packs) of cigerattes in my box. But this morning, I realise there was only 1 pack in it.

Which means, I am as of this moment just 20 sticks away from the start of my Sure Try Quit Smoking Campaign. Oh my god Toa Pei Gong~!

This is really a folly error from me. But I remember I did check my box the other day and I SAW 2 PACKS left in it.

Was it my eyes playing a fool on me? Or was it stress that has accumulated during my studies over here to make me hallucinated and saw 2 packs in it.

This is big time screwed up. 20 sticks left. I am traumatised. Its like all along thinking I am 13 years old but discovered at the day of my birthday that I was actually 23.

20 Sticks & counting....

Update..

Do you smell it?

Do you feel it?

I feel it. The day when I will smell 100% unfiltered shit is drawing nearer. Its sending creeps beneath my skin.

Just 43 sticks left, 43 white miserable sticks left.

Smoking has always been a great way to know more news and update. It is through this way where a group of smokers will occasionally take a break and gossipe about people. I love gossiping other people hearing other people gossips.

I wont call this behaviour as K-poh. I would rather address it as keen and enthusiatic on increasing my knowledge. In simple, I am an individual that is always seeking to expose myself to the vast horizon filled with Why? How come? Why like that?

This explains for my hours and hours of watching pornography, violent war movies, watching lion hunting for deers CNN, BBC, Discovery Channel, Channel NewsAsia back when I was in Singapore.

Oh my God Toa Pei Gong~ I side tracked again. I was suppose to talk about my ciggeratte thing.

K now back to talking about my cigeratte stuff.

Exactly one more month before I celebrate a special day in a foreign place again. Just last year, I celebrated that special day in Thailand because of army. Now, it's because of studies.

Saddening~

52 Sticks Left..

As of now, I have officially 52 sticks of cigerattes left with me. Take that as 51 cause 1 will be gone in less than 60 sec time.

Anxiety is building up, stress accumulates, vision starts blurring.

Vision starts blurring?

Pardon me, wrong usage of vocabs. This happens when picture life with no cigerattes.

I cant smoke while waiting for people who are late, I cant smoke while walking to school, I cant smoke while digging my nose, I cant smoke while clipping my nails, I cant smoke while brushing my teeth, I cant smoke while eating my meals. And most IMPORTANTLY, I cant smoke while shitting.

Oh God~ How bad can that be? I am going to take in the full-fledged smell of my shit. 100% unfilthered smell of shit. Jesus Christ~! Toa Pei Gong~! I cant imagine how my life will be.

2 more packs...

.... of cigerattes left before I begin my "Sure Try Quit Smoking Campaign".

So nervous, so looking forward to the start of my campaign. Though its therotically speaking not the 1st time I am going to quit smoking, but it's going to be a whole new experience for me.

Prepared lots of tissues with me in case I, like those drug-takers in dramas, suffer from the Need-Of-Nicotine side effect. Sneezing and coughing every moment, needing a rush of nicotine to ease my troubled mind.

To give myself a clearer view, I decided to list down my past achievements as a Smoker:

1) Smoked my 1st Virgin cigeratte at the tender age of 6. I didn't bleed.

2) Bought my 1st and only pack of cigeratte at the age of 6 too. I still remember lying to the cashier that I bought it for my father. If not for the beads of sweat on my forehead, occasional broken voice and trembling hands, I believe I could have been an Oscar nominee.

3) After my 1st pack, I didn't touch any cigerattes anymore till a later age.

4) At 18, I started smoking again. But very seldom do I smoke. It's only on occasions like friends' birthdays or chalets then will I buy cigerattes to smoke.

5) Begin as a full-time smoker at age of 21 when I was in army. Some say due to stress, some say due to peers' influence. None of that is true. I begin full time smoking cause I was filthy rich that time. Army is paying for my food and living and still give me SGD 300 every month. How kind can our government be?

6) Point 5 is crap. Please ignore. Begin as a full time smoker at age of 21. Come to think of it now, I think the reason was I am not too sure myself also. But anyway, thanks to smoking, I was able to run under 9min 44 sec for the 2.4km run for the annual IPPT to achieve Gold. (Chey~! Show off again)

7) Been smoking full time till this day. Left 2 packs of Davidoff Lights before I start my campaign.

I hope I do succeed in quitting smoking. Partially for my health, partially for my wallet, partially for once-certain-special-someone who hopes I quit too.

But knowing myself, fickle minded arsehole not indecisive, just not so sure character that I mention that its a Try Quit Smoking Campaign and not a Sure Quit Smoking Campaign.

Hope things go well....

My New Helmet

In order to ride Harry over here, the government insists on one policy. Wear a helmet.

I did have a free helmet when I bought Harry over. However, my head was too big for it the helmet was too small for me.

Therefore today, I embarked on a journey searching for the right one for Harry. Crossing oceans and seas, I finally got to a place that sells many many helmets.

Of course, given my status as a True Singaporean At Heart, I tried looking for the cheapest ones. But again, my head was too big for all of it they were all too small for me.

With no choice, I eventually got one which was half the price of Harry. (If your maths was good enough, you would have understand that my new helmet cost me AUD40.)

Not the I wanted to get one that was so expensive, but the cheap ones couldn't fit my Royal Head.

Without further adieu, I would like you peeps to meet my new helmet, Sally.


Sally is really nice cause she fits just nicely into my head. (Once again to stress that it's the head above my shoulders, not the head between my *cough legs *cough.)

Finally, now I can wear Sally and ride on top of Harry.

New Bike

Finally I managed to get hold of a Not-Only-Cheap-But-Plus-Good-Bicycle.

Since arriving over here, one of the items that was on my short list was a bicycle. I looked around many areas. A new normal bicyle can cost up to AUD300. That's how expensive bicycles here are compared to Singapore.

After some searching, I eventually gave up the choice of owning a bicycle. Cheap bicycles are hard to find. Well of course there were cheap ones around. Either they come with a basket infront, or there look like those typical Bangla bikes.

I badly needed one, but not to the extent nor desperation of anyhow choose one.

Life is like this. When you badly need something, you cant find that particular thing. But when you give up hope searching for it, it miraculously appear right infront of you, waving its fat arms smiling at you.

I found it. When I was making an effort searching for one, my efforts were to no avail. Now I fuck care it, it appeared.

Talk about 犯贱。

Bought this particular bike for just AUD80, after using my Singapore-adhorned-Bargaining-Skills to bring down the price from AUD90.

I even managed to ask him to throw in a free lock for my offer. How's that for a true Singaporean at heart?

Now, I can finally get to school in less than 10 min. Go play soccer without having to jog to the field, go to the Dwarfs' Hut in less than 5 min and go cycle around my area pulling ang moh cha bors' skirts down when I have nothing to do.

Have a glimpse of my babe mates...

Everyone, meet Harry. My new bike. Just an intro, Harry happens to have 2 wheels.

Now comes the real problem. Its A MUST to wear helmets while cycling in Australia. The problem is, I dont know why but I find the helmets here RIDICULOUSY small.

...................

Ok I admit, I think my head is the one that is RIDICULOUSLY big blessed with a bigger portion of molecules. But hey~! At least I have something that is bigger than ang mohs ok?

Oh ya by the way, my blog is a healthy blog ok. My head as in refering to the head above my shoulders. Not the head that is between my *cough legs *cough~

You Singaporeans ah~ Hai yo~~

Something is bugging me

SOOOOOooo many assignments that are due soon. 2 reports and 2 assignments by end of this week. KanNiNahBeh Goddamnit~ I hate this.

Really cant wait for the holidays to come. I wana really relax for a while before I embark on this gruelling shit again. Who said going overseas study was easy?

Try asking the person to come himself. Pressure from studies, pressure to do well considering the money you pay to come here and pressure from all sorts of direction.

Grrr.. I just fucking hate love studying.

Studying is so fun~! You get a chance to increase your knowledge, practise your writing, learn how to use Miacrosoft Words more efficiently, get to go library to read up more books, mingle with project mates, sleep late at night to complete your stuff and many many more.

SO many advantages~ I just love being a student. I am so optimistic~! obviously fake

I just love myself. I love Australia~! I love my cooking~!

Life sucks big time.
Life is great~!

Pass me my samuria sword someone
3 Cheers to my life now.

Hope tomorrow never comes
Cant wait for tomorrow classes to start~! 9am to 3pm~! Wo so fruitful~! So fun~!

Interview with David Marshall

I chanced upon a blog which somehows suits the occasion since National Day just went past a couple of days ago. Its a very patriotic entry from what I feel too.

Encourage ya mates' to drop whatever you are doing now and perhaps go grab a look.

"Meeting David Marshall"

Birthday Party

Today is the birthday of Mr Chinese Who Cant Speak Chinese.

A dinner is intended at their place tonight so I will be meeting them shortly to head down for groceries shopping. It will be the 1st time I am celebrating someone else birthday over here and I predict many more to come.

So excited on what should we buy later. We have a small problem here though. Cause being a malay, Mr Malay Who Grow Pubic Hair On His Head cant eat pork. Miss Short Who Can Buy A Child's Bus Ticket cant eat beef cause she is a devoted Taoist.

Though I am a Buddhist and therotically speaking, I cant take beef too. But I am a open-minded Buddhist so I am fine with beef.

As the saying goes, "心中有佛，万事ok."

So now we are left with chicken and mutton as the only solution.

But the ironical thing about food that sells in market is that even though it states chicken flavour, it contains extracts of either beef or pork.

Example for pizza, we found one that says Chicken Pizza. But on closer inspection at the ingredients, we found pork in it.

What the fuck~

Ok mates, time to catch some sleep cause I am feeling kinda tired right now. Afraid that I will be so tired till I cant last the booze drinking later on in the night.

But the good thing is I have no needs to worry about tomorrow since it will be a public holiday in Australia for some festivals called Ekka.

Lastly, I have a birthday wish for Mr Chinese Who Cant Speak Chinese.

I hope he can speak chinese one day....

Never Knew Wkends Are This Good~

Didnt really do anything really fascinating for this weekend but hey~! I enjoyed it nonetheless.

No need stress about study and no need stress about waking up so early in the morning.

Been to the Dwarfs' Hut (Home of Mr Chinese who cant speak chinese, Mr Malay who grow pubic hair on his head and Miss Short who can buy a child's bus ticket) today to shake leg, relax and talk cock do some serious project work.

Monday to Friday is always a routine of going to class, attend lectures then at the end of the day, drag my half-dead body back home to relax a while before I proceed on to surf net, check emails and download porn revising the lecture notes for the day.

Its such a boring routine till I think only my body is functioning itself on weekdays. Only on weekends then my soul is with my body.

Carrying the damn M-16 for 2 years and 4 months is sure a way that has totally exterminated the studying instinct in me which I built through 6 years of Primary School, 4 years of Secondary School and 3 years of Polytechnic.

But good news is though I still find it a tough chore to being a good student once again, I am glad I am slowly gaining back the momentum. Just that bit only~

But ever heard of the saying "Pee once a day and soon it will be enough to fill an Olympic-size swimming pool."

You probably wont heard of it because it's been derived from Limpeh Yours Sincerely. What it means is that though it's just improving little by little, I believe one day I will may succeed.

You are looking at a future DonaQiang Trump mate~!

STRESSSS

Most of the times when i blog, I tend to not let my mood affect my blogging. This is because I like to write a happy blog instead of one that always sound so bored to read, always curse this curse that, blame about one's life and so on.

I mean its ok if sometimes you write all these stuff in your blog in an attempt to relieve yourself a bit. But hey, least not everytime right?

That's why sometimes even though I had a fuck-up day, I wont go blogging in the end cursing this and that. Well, I do this sometimes haha. But try to keep it least to a minimum.

Ok as usual, i am going side-track. Today's one of the few days in a month which i will feel not the Usual Me. So I am gonna bitch a bit..

I AM FAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKING STRESS~!

For the 1st time in my life, I feel so stress about studies. No matter what ways I try, (asking lecturers, borrow books, ask friends) I just cant seem to understand what the fuck am I learning.

For one of a particular subject, I can try staring hard at it for 2 hours and at the end of it all i can derive of my big head is still 0 = 0.

This is sucky man.

I never had this feeling of TOTALLY not understanding a subject at all. This is stresss..

Big TIME STREESSSS.. By the way, It's just 3rd week of the semester and I am at this stress-level. Can someone book a place at Singapore's IMH(Institute of Mental Health?) for me?

I think now this explains why for the 1st time in my whole life, I used Neutrogena's Facial Cleanser to brush my teeth..

OK, I have BITCHED enough...

Happy National Day~!!!

Today is the shit i forgot 4Xth birthday of our country. HAAAPPPPYY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE~!!!

Being a patriotic Singaporean, I made an effort to skip 10 min find some free time in between my class to blog. Its the 1st time that I did not managed to be in Singapore for National Day.

The funny thing that happen today is though its National Day, I did not see the Singapore Student's Club organising any event or whatsoever to commerate this day.

Instead, its the Malaysia Club that's giving out free food. Lucky I joined Malaysia Club instead of Singapore Club since there were more pretty babes they organised more free food events like today's.

If ya guys notice, I have been using standard form for writing English nowadays in an attempt to practise for my many many reports that's coming up.

Ok, class skipping time's up enough break taken. Gotta head for class now. Enjoy your National Day mates...

The Day It Happen

Something unexpected which I didnt expect to happen actually unexpectedly happen yesterday.

Our very-single-only-one heater decided to call a strike and stopped providing us hot water yesterday.

Luckily, knowing that I am the main tenant in this house, it decided to go on strike only after I have used it. Cause it knows that if it doesnt even give me hot water, I would have jolly-well changed it.

My house mate, Ding-Ding, wasnt so lucky as me. Icy cold water shot down on his naked body and dick male-organ halfway through his bath. Poor fellow, the heater knew who it should pick on for a fight.

The reason why I got to know that the heater went faulty was when Ding-Ding suddenly told me that there wasnt any hot water. Poor fellow. He only managed to wash his hair.

Normally if this kind of situation was to happen in my house, I wouldnt be the one who will take care of it. Most probably would be my father.

But somehow or rather, my housemates all turned to me in this need of crisis.

Do I look like a Fatherly figure? duh~~

Anyway someone's gotta take up this job.

Initially, I thought the power might have tripped and therefore I tried restarting my house's main switch.

0 - 1. I failed. It got nothing to do with main power.

I thought maybe the heater switch was spoilt and so I decided to just play around with the switches for a while.

0 - 2. I failed. It got nothing to do with the many switches.

Feeling fuck up and angry, I called my agency today asking for them to provide a plumber for me since it's stated in my Terms & Conditions when there is need of times.

Today was one of the time.

Living a day without a working heater would be hell. Its like trying to eat an ice cream in the middle of Antartic. So knowing how *cough efficient *cough my temporary country mates are, I keep calling the agency every 1 hour to ensure they do send me the plumber by today.

Or not, I would have to boil my own hot water. Judging from the size of my 1.5 Litre kettle, I think I may use it till the kettle also decide to go on strike.

Surprisingly, Mr Everything-also-say-easy-plumber actually arrived at 330pm. Now this was actually a big surprise. They actually really really arrive today. So efficient. May have to do a re-review on my temporary country mates.

While saying easy this, easy that, he really fixed up the heater easily.

So finally my heater was working. Lucky I didnt have to live through a day boiling water with my 1.5 Litre kettle.

And for the 1st time in 8 years, I used conditioner for my hair.

Because it has reached a length where it isnt classified under Pubic-Hair Length anymore.

Time to take care of my long and flowy hair.....

Back From My 1st Shopping In Aust

Hmm, had wanted to post this post yesterday night but I was just damn to tired. Speaking of which cause I woke up at 800am and only arrived at home at 1130pm.

Went to Harbourtown and Surfer's Paradise with my mates' including Mr Chinese who cant speak chinese, Mr Malay who grow pubic hair on his head and Miss Short who can buy a child's bus ticket and some of their friends.

Since I leave quite far away from Gold Coast where Harbourtown and Surfer's Paradise are

, the day kicked off with pain-staking bus rides and train rides before I reached Harbourtown at 11+am.

Very lively town, with lots of cheap stuff sold all around. I actually took lots of pictures and wanted to post them up. But somehow something was wrong with the uploading of photos so just too bad, no feast of photos for ya mates.

Reason why it was so cheap was cause there were plenty of factory outlets over there. Rip Curl, Nike, Adidas, Polo Ralph, Mambo etc.

Things were so cheap, I think they beat the price of Singapore, JB and some say Batam.

If I was in my normal shopping mood, I tell you, I would have burnt a hole so big in my pocket that it would appear I wasnt wearing any pants.

Bought a Nike 90 III boots for 30AUD. Well that's like SGD 37.70 only mate. You cant find some cheap boots even in Queensway Shopping Centre.

Before you hamp-tan me with "KanNiNahBeh Turban, buy boots for what?!"

Well, reason was cause I play soccer here too and its on field. I only have indoor soccer shoes with me in Aust.

I really wana try running on grass for once instead of skating on the grass.

Plus, my boots in Singapore was already spoilt.

Therefore, with all these points added up, I bought a new one, not to forget, it was a cheap one.

Harbourtown is really a good place to shop for people whose here on holiday or has additional cash to throw. Therefore its really recommended by me. Some people told me the reason why it sells such cheap stuff was cause most of the things they sell here all goods rejected by QC.

But I did look closely at the quality of the stuff here. Unless you bring me a microscope, or not I cant seem to find anything wrong with them. And seriously, the price just makes you forget about everything.

And oh ya, I saw Captain Jack Sparrow at Harbourtown and I took his picture. Too bad cant upload..

After half a day of hectic shopping, except me, we adjourned on a half hour bus ride to Surfer's Paradise.

Call me suah koo or what, but I have been to Bali before yet I found it nothing compared to the beach at Surfer's Paradise. Though it was getting dark at 5pm, the view and waves it made was simply *Muacks, finger licking good.

The water was boo-loo instead of green like our sad-to-say *cough Sembawang *cough Beach *cough.

Thanks to my IXUS 800IS, which ripped off a large part of my savings in Singapore I took a lot of nice shots of the beach there.

Once again cant show you but not to worry. I will be back in Singapore in 4 months time.

After some 30 plus shots, we headed off for dinner at Mr Ken. (Kentucky Fried Chicken)

Been like the best meal I ate so far in Aust. So shiok.. really finger licking good~~

After that, we begin the torturing of the pain-staking bus and train rides back to our home. Due to weekends and intervals of transportation was very scarce, we only managed to reach home at 1130pm though we left at 7pm.

Wad a hell of a ride~

The Story Of Me and My Chocolate Milk

as i am munching on my dinner, Deluxe Sausage with Mediterranean Peas Pasta basically just some fucking pasta with luncheon meat n peas , i am typing out on this blog here.

this afternoon, i bought a packet of chocolate milk to drink. not that its extremely nice or what but i basically buy one everyday to drink. reason why i sudden have this thought is well... nvm, let me link u to a story...

i nvr really hated drinkin chocolate milk before. but neither am i those type where i go out and order maybe drinks in a cafe, will choose chocolate milk to drink. i only long long time den drink it once.

that was till I was with once-certain special someone. She likes chocolate a lot. so most of the time we go out, you can see her ordering chocolate drinks. so from then on, it was when i became more "exposed" to drinking chocolate most of the time.

anyway cut story short, due to some reasons, we are currently no more together.
but well, good thing is we are still very good frans now..


so now, its funny why from a Long Long Time Drink Chocolate Once, i became a Everday Must Drink Chocolate Once.

sometimes, you just pick up the habit of the people most important to you...


*burp.. the pasta is making me full~

Too much 'free' time

i was so free ytd that i created a wallpaper myself. well actually theoretically speaking i wasnt realli free, but i just decide to fuck my books to one side for the night take a rest for the night.

and anyway, for some reasons, i like creating wallpapers with black background. somehow it just blend very nice i feel.

well key word is i feel. so that means maybe some of you dont feel this way, but well..

not much of my bziness right mate?

this fran of mine, David Beck-Sen, always complain to me on why i prefer black and not white because personally, that Turban prefers white himself. as obvious as it is cause it can be seen in his blog.

well, if u wan me to state a comparison between wats the good point on black to white.

Allow me, ANowAlsoNothingToDo guy show u the difference.

this is a white colour background. not that bad with you know colours and so on. but i feel its a bit glaring to me. and perhaps, maybe, possibly got a slight chance i am those thats more active at night compare to day, thats why i prefer black.

see. more soothing to the eye right?

oh ya in case i bleach any copy rights. i did say i created these wallpapers cause i really created them myself. but, of course i didnt draw the pictures myself. i merely source from them fron internet and edited colour and cut n paste the different stuff and blend them in.

well, theoretically speaking, i did created them myself right?

Today Is A Happy Day

today was a happy day when i woke up.
today was a happy day while i brushed my teeth.
today was a happy day while i walked to school.
today was a happy day while i attended my WholeDayOnly1HourLecture.

the reason why today was a happy day is cause i planned to go home early and book my tickets back home :)

but firstly, i took the usual City Express bus to get my 18+ Card done. its quite similar to our IC except that IC no need money, this card need AUD22.40.

i headed down to the Queensland Transport Authority once i reached the city. this is where i get my card done.

door opened and infront of me was this queuing machine. i took a number and Wa La, there are still 10 people infront of me.

so in this situation, there is onli one thing i will do. thats to head outside and have a smoke.

but one thing i didnt know that the QTA was situated in a church. so unknowingly i litted up my ciggeratte and sat in the sun while enjoying my Davidoff Lights.

just then in the corner of my eye, i see this really brawled looking guy walking towards me.
as he advances closer to me, the faster i feel myself puffing my ciggeratte and wondering inside me is he walking towards me?

it was then i knew i am not supposed to smoke in a church which i in the 1st place didnt know.

but anyway he didnt really fuck me for it but just told me to go outside n smoke.

in any case, i finaly got my card done :)

but its ok, now i have no need to carry my passport around with me anymore.

ok. tink least it look better than my driving licence hahaha.

now comes the exciting part....

i went home and finally purchased my ticket online~!!

i wont disclose the date on when i coming back. (Clue: Last Tuesday of November)

i dont like people to know when i coming back. ya i dont like wahahaha.

and then for dinner....

i cooked dry noodles today for dinner. only my 2nd time that i cook dry noodles.

the 1st time was in SG which i think was 4 or 5 yrs ago. i failed horribly. trying to cook noodles and somemore is dry noodles is an art.

but nonetheless, i decided to try it again today.

Present to you my Stir-Fried Pale-Looking Noodles

wahahhaha. looks nice right? told ya i am Genius.

haha ok la.. i downloaded it from somewhere else one ok. i cheated ok. how can i possibly come up with such nice looking food loh.

cant possibly be me one lah. this noodle looks so nice lo.. ya lah i cut and paste from other internet de lah. not me at all.

oh is that me? no lah. not me lah. see wrongly liao..

`Seeing is believing`