22 October 2009
Well, kind off. History test on the following Tuesday and it will be nearly 4 long months of summer break.
Going out with the Malaysian students in my class for dinner last night made me realised that I will be abandoned by them when they all fly home for the end of the year. Which means should something happen, they can easily narrow down to the only Asian in town.*
Right, like that ever happens.*
Four months. What can happen in 4 long, hot summer months? The subgroup of the dinner group (huge group of 10+ pax) agreed that the whole year past too fast, and the shock of going into 3rd year next year. Even the recent (Malaysian student) arrivals thought that this semester just blinked by. Two hundred and fifty three blinks roughly to be exact.
By the way, my dear Ben Luffy, I am a closet geek, speaking only to suit the occasion.
*Cultural Joke: Even Asians will suspect Asians first should 'something' happen. Later proven to be an untrue stereotype as one Australian mentioned that they too, can be randomly accused by bozo(s) after a few drinks...
26 September 2009
And it does not sound right,
My secondary school friends will laugh,
My sister will roll her eyes and frown,
Walt will hand me a shovel,
Pat will animate and subtly go,
Lately I have been given an upgrade.
A 16 year old girl offered a better solution,
The services of an excavator,
Should help me dig my own grave. Faster.
16 September 2009
In protest against the Architecture Faculty's expensive Bollywood-theme dinner ball, we decided to have our own little dinner after a long talk by a Professor Jane Rendell, who gave a rather extraordinary and profound talk on Decentralising and Recentralising. Which happens to mean... z.zzz.z .z.z z.
Anyway, she does have a website which renders a picture of what her talk meant to a Level 2 architecture student's mind. That is definitely more interesting than the previous link.
Returning to the topic, we (Malaysians) invited our (2 Nepalese and 1 M'sian) friends over for dinner. And since they cooked dahl (something like this), it made dinner multicultural. For dessert, we had a round the table talk of different types of vegetables we hope to plant in our garden, and, Nepalese dishes that they should cook for these culturally unaware Malaysians.
Anyway, this jolted a haunting memory of a dished cooked a few days ago when a house mate decided to spice up the rice we usually have. If indeed you are a brave soul to have stayed so long, take a guess of what ingredients were used.
The end result is scary. The smell, downright deceiving. The taste, marginally poisonous. The texture, semi-liquid, and the sight, nightmarish.
Which incidentally, dug up a memory once thought lost in the cobweb filled corner of the mind, of a cross-continental fight with United Airline back in 1999 from San Francisco to Orlando, Florida. And since it was nearly a 5 hour flight, they served passengers something to eat. Indeed it is something as it did look similar to the photo above. And the "plopping" sound it made when pressed with a spoon echoes somewhere in the ear.
Of course, it has been nearly 10 years ago since then. I am quite sure they have improved their menu significantly. There was no way of verifying this since I never flew with them since the return trip...
09 September 2009
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12 April 2009
What a nightmare!
I dreamt about her,
The second time since I got here.
It wasn't the type in which I woke up in sweat,
But it is the one filled with the feeling of dread.
In my dream I saw her,
Walking in a dodgy area,
Not somewhere secluded and dark,
But like Genting Highlands theme park.
Holding hands with joy,
It seems like she has a boy.
Everywhere they went,
I followed as close as I can.
Twist and turn in the crowd,
I lost them in the cloud.
High and low I search for her,
For she is someone I hold dear.
In the end I sat in despair,
Because she is not to be found anywhere.
Is this a sign I ponder,
That I lose to someone younger?
That boy is just 12 years old,
Or so I was told.
In my dream I am a loser,
It will be all right. There is Easter bunny and chocolate eggs to munch on. Yumm...