social party gathering

23rd november marks a revealing yet surprising day for me. there i was in the land where i used to dream to further my studies in. part of me felt a little relief that it din come true. after watching myself how others gather for "farewell and drinking" session, i was shocked.

when i arrived, it was a bit awkward because there are 20 plus of them and i only knew 4 of them. yet, i decided long time ago not to get drunk in a foreign place with foreign people. hence, my decision to stick to playing cards and mahjong (ohhh mahjong, how have i misssed you). things are fine before 12am before the shots were called for. after shots were flushed down the throats of the happy-go-lucky people, things get interesting.

you could literally see people acting in a funny and interesting ways. one who claimed to have stopped drinking soon join the shots calling. wow, how funny it was to see him saying rubbish while playing mahjong. i did share the laughter for a person acting so silly. inside my heart, i was thinking, thank god it was not me.

one happy event was when a new couple emerged out of this gathering. apparently, there is this girl who had a crush on a guy. and things started to blurt out due to alcohol influence. the devil act or luck of romance? i wonder. but at least now things were clearer and better for the two people. i just hope they have not forgotten what they said during the gathering. if not, it will be awkward for the girl because she is quite sober. hmmm....

then from clown acting to love romance came heart-2-heart talk. i found very welcome for being given the opportunity to listen. the guy was quite a poor thing. for a mistake which i dun seem like a mistake at all. is it wrong for him to like a girl? i think not. unfortunately, what i think is wrong was the fact that the reaction given by the girl. she took it as invasion of privacy. funny. just when i thought flattery element is at hand, it turned out way too negative. well, this shows that the saying "it takes all sorts to make the world" is true. what one thinks as friendly is taken negatively. lesson in life: better know a person well enough before making any move. the girl might not give you a very clear signal or doesn't really like you.

the people are quite disappointed that i din even take a sip of alcohol. hey, i am new here. fair reason, right? besides, the sight of lots of them taking the hugging the toilet bowls puts my perspective right again. really an eye opener as a close friend said. indeed.

reacher and settler

in a show today, i came to know about these two words. they are used for people in a relationship. according to the friend, a reacher is for someone in the relationship reaches for someone above his/her level while the settler settles for someone less.

hmmm... interesting. now it makes sense. so, what makes you a settler or reacher? it depends on your qualities i guess. but i think appearance and personality affect lots. if i start having this thought in my head, i am scared one day i might ask my friend. better ditch this thought from my head. while it is true that such thing exist, as long as they are happy, does it really matter who is the settler or reacher?

and usually the settler will not get jealous if the opposite sex tries to woo the partner because the settler is in the mind that reacher will not leave the settler because the settler is the best person the reacher will ever get. haha. okay, time to get to revision.

humanitarian

in life, i think i learn this word from 2 friends. friends who think about others' need above themselves. to be able to talk to them gives me a sense of hope that this world is not so bad after all.

when i talk to them, i feel like they are actually championing the social cause which i myself cannot even grasp. at one point in my life, i have thought of embracing humanitarianism as well, but the thought of me doing the act itself dies off when i was around 13. suddenly, i felt the world is too complex. suddenly, i understood what it means you always don't get what you want. that's the point in my life which i gave up opting medicine as my choice of career. the point which tells me the S word with two vertical lines rule the world. in a world where in order to adopt humanitarianism requires that symbol puts me off.

it is true. tell me, how can you help orphan? tell me, how does aids people can be helped? tell me how poverty can be solved? yes, the symbol is the necessary evil to solve such matters. but with my view at such an infant age, having two friends at different points of my life gives me breath of fresh air that though i may not be bill gates that pledges billions of dollars after death nor am i the superman that saves the world, in my daily life, i can still help people whenever i am put in a position to do so.

this should be my resolution for this movember month. with own effort, i might not change the world. with my act and words, hopefully everyone begins to act and spread, and the world can become a better place. sometimes, i feel i am destined to something but i am not sure what it is. maybe i am destined to be a humanitarian. time is not issue. the issue is to obtain the obscene symbol. with that, my humanitarian mission will be accomplished more easily.

my friend told me money will not satisfy him. even if he has a lot, he will not be really happy with it. true, to me, having lots of money also doesn't satisfy me either. one thing it does, it eliminates my sense of insecurity. as i have grown without it, i know how bad it is to have none. money buys me security, not comfort nor pleasure. you can never imagine how being lack of it brings you discrimination, tears and concern. yes, that's how my view is being developed.

hopefully, i can be an inspiration to others and tell them that if i can do it, so can you. cherish life and live it. if you already feel life is at the bottom. look up, it can't get any worse, will it? i think this is the most powerful sentences one can say to cheer up a friend. how do i know? because i think this is what i believe in. if only someone were there to tell me back then, i guess it would be easier. but learning it myself is not that bad either, at least i can tell it next time from experience.

there you are, now i found you

i was surprised myself to find her. she looks ordinary but sounds extra ordinary. with this find, i am convinced that a gem has been found in the vast wide ocean. her voice is very unique, deep in a way that is very melodious. ohhh. how i wish i found you earlier.

blogger feels that a treasure has been found. care to share? nah, he wants to keep her to himself for awhile there.

The LV and GC

of all the brands that i know, these two etched the strongest memory. the story branding comes to mind when i watch drama series. at that time, the two girls were comparing who is wearing what, and who is having what. the name LV usually makes head turn, oh wait, i mean girls only. the marketing this semester puts branding in such a high importance that not knowing LV and GC means i never study at all. and the name of Apple kept being mentioned puts me off too. yada, yada, yada. apples did this, apple did that. for a person who does not own an apple, i can't seem to appreciate the marketing strategy on hand. to sum it up in one sentence, it is just cool because everyone is using it. but the thought of me being cynical comes again, since when that the consumers like to own what is everyone else is owning. hmmmm..... i think with increasing globalisation, everyone yearns for social acceptance. can be owning products and i guess personality can just be flung out of window because such thing doesn't hold much value any more.

if you happen to watch the devils wear prada. that title itself carries another brand. in my world, branding carries not much meaning. one, i couldn't afford. two, i am too rational to pay premium for a stuff that i think can be satisfied with a normal one.

from not knowing to knowing more, i begin to observe people's obsession for such a product. does brand really carry much meaning? yes, if you are those who like to associate yourself with a brand. i am quite surprised that one day, a friend of a friend's was wearing a BS t-shirt (the brand has two circles within a circle). a random question of i see that circles a lot puts me an awkward position when he particularly mentioned that it is a trademark of that designer. is he annoyed that i din know? towards a certain extent, i think yeah.

i wonder what is my problem or what his is. the problem that i couldn't recognise one or the fact that he needs somebody to know he is wearing branded. who is the shallow one? who is the ignorant one?

i guess the question depends on who is answering the question. i am just not obsessive but i think i know a few. in my life, not much branded stuffs have been worn. the thought of having one is there but the more rational me will tell me to stop day dreaming and be realistic in life.

i can live without a brand but i cannot live with the thought of having to think of brand all the time.

childish or childlike

the fact that i was living next to a nursery is splendid. at times, i watch kids playing happily, laughing all the while. i wonder when do i start growing up that i forget to laugh. wait, i did not forget to laugh. i forget it just requires a simple reason to laugh.

take the kids for instance, one boy was holding a bucket of water. suddenly, he throw the water straight on the friend's face. just when i was waiting for a reaction, another friend did the same. i wanted to laugh but i stopped   . the victim's reaction was even more surprised. he shouted and laughed. HAHA. i was smiling all the way seeing that children really have no hidden intention and holds no grudge. they just laugh.

it takes me a while to think when i start forgetting to laugh over this such simple stuff. of course, i would be a little surprise if friends do that, but part of me knows that they are just too proper to act in such a way. perhaps, adults lose the fun when they grow up. ohhh kids. they just made my day there.

blogger thinks that perhaps children should rule the world. wars can be avoided for sure because everyone will be busy laughing.

in the name of love

it is ironic that the subject marriage comes to mind when exam is so close. tuesday to be exact. the other day, i was having lunch with a friend. suddenly, i asked, "when do you think you will get married?" he replied he will do that when he knows the right one arrives but he noted that he believes that one should not date too long because if not, all the magic will be lost. i was =O why? isn't dating the fun before marriage. what he said was true as well. if you think marriage means the end of fun, then you are probably wrong. okay la, for a person with zero relationship with anyone before, i am not in anyway qualify to say anything.

all this while, i keep thinking. why do one has to get married? i was quite firm when i told my mum i might not consider marriage as the path i will take in the future. i get a vehement no. she said, what will happen to you when you get old. who will take care of you? i was wondering, if the reason i get married is to have someone take care of me, isn't it kind of selfish? and the thought brings me to another thinking. if everyone gets married because everyone is doing it. what is the reason for those who get married then? to not to be lonely. for me, this reason is plain silly. if the reason of getting married is to avoid loneliness, i think you are in for the wrong reason.

i know some friends who just get into relationship because they cannot stand being alone =.= serious issue, my friend. i thought at some point in our lives, everyone deals with loneliness.

if the reason being for love, i am intrigued. how you know she is the one? in the first place, the eyes make the selection for you. she has to be of some eye catching and good figure. isn't it discriminating to others? your eyes already making the choice for you. so how can you tell me you love one if you are drawn physically to begin with. or is it because the experience that you have together is the thing that brings love into the picture. i think this is what most people define love as. it is what you do with the significant other. i believe those who fall in love with the eyes are plain shallow. haha.... i am actually shallow as well. the girl must be humourous, tall and beautiful. oh, it is better if she has no temper and is able to challenge whatever thinking i have and most IMPORTANTLY independent. i guess i am not asking too much, am i?

the blogger feels that the question is already answered with his current status. who needs a significant other? you just need to cope with the thought that if getting married is just another stage of life cycle without thinking the reason why, he believes it is more wrong than being single. have you wondered the life keeps existing and existing until...... when does the point stops? blogger thinks why bother thinking of dating if he is not thinking of marriage. it only complicates stuff.

movember

when i read this word, i started imagining one song on my head, "i like to move it, move it. she likes to move it, move it, and he likes to ....... MOVE IT". it makes me wanna watch a movie straight away. it is an animated film by dreamworks. if you still scratching your head, it is a movie full with animals. okay, you are able to figure it out, good for you. if not, too bad.

i have not misspelled the word. movember is a slang. it is a combination of the words "moustache" and "november". the word has a history. this is the month when men will keep moustache for a month. well, there is a cause for keeping it. it is to raise men's health issues, being prostrate cancer and depression. 2010 marks the year the event is associated with testicular cancer as well. personally, it is a great cause. besides, the men keep long beard and those who do will ask for sponsors to donate to the charities in keeping the moustache.

while i just read it for hobby, the sudden thought struck me, " i have not shaved since 1st november". maybe i should try asking for sponsors as well =) but then the thought of my cheapo friends who will most likely sponsor 1 or 2 cents put me off the idea instantly. for the fun of it, i will just keep it for a week. considering it is a study vacation week, i guess it is alright to appear scruffy. go movember!

oh, to add a sense of proud, movember is rooted from the koala-land, to be specific adelaide. it will not be right if i did not take part right? even for a week, that will be cool. next time i can tell others, i have taken part in movember for a week. =)

blogger is feeling a bit nervous. if i were to be in malaysia, there will be no movember because the blogger's mum will not tolerate such sloppiness. oh, for god sake, she is not going to know about this.

romanticism of the past

if i were to be granted a wish for a day. i would like to be back to the past. everything i like to do has to do activities that are deemed appropriate to the past. for one, i like reading newspapers with a cup of kopitiam coffee. wait, i mean i need to hold the papers on my hand and read until there are black stains on my fingers. i find it very fulfilling. *air of satisfaction.

Crystal ball, crystal ball, bring me to the past

whats more exciting to me is the thought of listening to the radio. who listens to the radio nowadays. me! haha... i think teenagers nowadays are so engrossed in shuffling their music on their ipod or mp3 or whatever gadget you have =.= and there are the only things i know. to be honest, i think i have the old spirit but a young body. i am attracted to things with historical value. i still recall my late grandma has a super old radio. and in my humble opinion, the radio holds more aesthetic value than a i phone 4 to me. truth to be told, the angry birds did pump my adrenaline rushing but at the end, the satisfaction is not so much to the music i listen through the squarish bulky musical box. so much for the gen y who likes everything instant, i like everything slow.

his grandma's radio looks something like this

telling that will entitled me the ah pek title. but still, i like the past more. even the music that plays through my ears are artists of 1980's. i think i am born 20 years late. i would be a very glad if one time in the future i can feel how the culture was back then. reading papers, drinking coffee at old kopitiam while the old radio plays the classical music of the trendy artists at that time. you heard of sammi cheng, theresa teng, abba and jambalaya? guess not, ohhh my classical favourite would be beyond. can i got to the past that was having their concert at that time. their generation is what i defined the birth of music. the music now is like crap to me. huh? love songs again? who is he/she again? why the artist is just well known for 1, 2 years? can you give me a reason? because people now listen with their eyes. they want to look at good looking people. their ears are blocked by the dance and the physical features. shallow. those who stand through the test of time are those who are veteran singers. you don't have to agree but i think you will not disagree with what i say. =)

i always feel bad if i din give a response when my friends tell me about how good this phone is, sophisticated that laptop is or how nice the place they visited. actually those things don't excite me a bit. just for response sake, i will say "ohhh.".  to me, embracing the culture of the place itself is more romantic then taking photos with the scenery as the background. yah, i dun fit in well. yet, people always tell me "khor chee seng, ni zhen de shi ke ai daooooooo.." not physically mind you, behavioural wise.

blogger wishing a time machine will just suck him up back to 20 years ago. ohhh mind you, the blogger writes greeting paper cards to his friends and send them by post. how retro, how romantic, how ironic it is now to do that. well, by clinching to the slightest element of the past gives him pleasure.

retro me.