Locked In

It all started out in a not so perfect Saturday morning. I woke up to the morning sun while the birds are still ciphering away until I swallow my saliva. My throat felt like a thousand blades piercing through it. In a flash I quickly grab the water bottle which was just an arm reach away; to my relief the throat no longer hurts. Well less than a minute later I walked to the balcony and light a cigarette for a sound victory over sore throat.

After the cigarette, I went to play some golf. You see I am practicing for the tournament, hitting -10 to -12 in that course consistently is good, but, the other people in that tournament can and may do better than that. Therefore I need to train hard and to hit consistently -13 and up.

About 10-ish in the morning, Bee walked in to my room and say bye; she going to her uncle place over night with her brother. As a gentle barbarian I say bye while practicing my shots. Once I finished the 18th hole, my tummy growled to an extend of a poor little puppy hunger for tender loving care. I decided to go out to buy me some food. I searched and searched for the house keys as though I am playing hide and go seek with it. When I am about to lose all hope of finding the key, Bee’s brother messaged me and say they took the house keys…all of them.

As poor sad little barbarian hunger for food, it left me no choice…I dig up the fridge and cupboards looking for food….and then. Viola, there it is, sitting there ever patiently waiting for me to notice it, two packets of Indo Mee.

After satisfying my hunger, it is back to golf and more golf until it is time for dinner.

Dinner was simple, all I did was boiled some rice and with my shamanistic power turn it into a pot of gold (read: fried rice). To my surprise, my shamanistic powers are weak, pitifully weak I tell ya. What I did next was a shame….I refried the rice (--“)

After dinner is back to golf, do not tell me I need a life, I am stuck in the apartment. By the way, this is just a fraction of how bored I can and may get into.

When Sunday came, it is back to more golf. The television was not showing anything interesting to watch the whole entire day time. Put it short, I slept most of it and ate what was left of the fried rice.

Think Feel Do

One day you are driving a car on a big stormy night. You are passing a station where there are 3 people waiting for the bus. They are; a dying old lady, a doctor who once saved your life and the girl who you have been dreaming to get married since your childhood.

You can and may only choose one of these 3 to be your passenger, which one will you choose. Please explain your reason for that selection.

Hint: Think carefully

Thankz mom for forwarding this story.

Misc Entry

Finally I got my resume / CV done, hopefully it is good enough to strike an interview with some companies. By the way if you all have any recommendation in the field of finance or marketing or both, please drop me their website; I would love to send them my CV.

For the past few days I am touched by those who read my last entry, thank you people, I am all great now; though it might not be the same the subsequent Chinese New Year. To niece thank you for the out of the world comment, it is just not the right timing.

I would send my appreciation to winter and HL for helping me out in the CV, if I really get a job with that, ais kosong is on me.

For now, I will send my CV all over the state of Selangor, wish me luck people.

A Passing

Just read a message from my mom less than 10 minutes ago. Great grandmother passed away yesterday night. I really wish that I am in Malaysia right now to pay her my last respect.

Ever so I can remember, almost 4 times a year I visit great grandmother when my grandmother was still around. At that time, I truly admire her health and spirit for such an elderly person. As years passed, my own grandmother left us when I was 11 of age. This is when I visit great grandmother about once a year, sometimes two depending whether I have the time for it. Great grandmother used to say in some funny Chinese dialect that is so alien to me, “I want to die but cannot die.” (Say it in Cantonese)

Every Chinese New Year, it is compulsory to pay her a visit during the 1st day of the Lunar New Year. It will be a disobedient act if we do not do so. Gathering at her house was very noisy because most of the people I see every year were there. Chatting, drinking and of course ang paus creates a big commotion. Gosh, I am going to miss those days.

‘Ah Tai Poh’, though you might not remember me of which you used to call me ‘Leong Chai’ or ‘Ah Sim Tai Chai’, I wish that you would be happy no matter where are you now. May peace be with you always.

One thing I hate about the people who she stayed with was her own son; granduncle. You see, his eldest son is older than me by no more than 5 years. And best part is as far as I could recall, I have never seen his face, not even during Chinese New Year; knowing the fact that people; brothers and sisters, nephews and nieces, grandnephews and grand nieces would come to your house for a visit, at least have come courteous to be at home. We do not owe you anything for the matter of fact.

Dear granduncle, I know you do not celebrate Chinese New Year because of your religion. To make the record straight, you and your family are Chinese and nothing to do with your religion. If you renounce your race, then do not go for holidays during these period and stay in your office and work.

Scary Thoughts

Isn’t it funny how unguarded thoughts can and may be scary at times. With the vacations gone and plenty of time to chill and relax, scary things happened, the thing call thoughts.

It all happened about 4 days ago, Monday to be exact. It was like all the other normal days chatting with online honey. Things was going real fine until we hit the topic…MARRIAGE…Out of the blue I need to take care a person, at the first place, I can’t take care of myself. And the best part is, we do not even have our first date and now for the past 4 days we were talking of what we should be doing as a couple.

Back to the topic, my crappy brain then start to drift to its own dreamland; building wonderful palace of family life, marriage at 25, having 3.5 kids and a wonderful job. By the way, who the heck do not want that?

Chapter 1 : Requirements
For the full list of requirements please refer to this.

Chapter 2 : Marriage
According to her fortune teller (sorry, sometimes things better remain taboo at it is) she needs to marry before the age of 25, or else something scary going to befall…scary shit. I told her, I will only get married by 26, at least. Anything earlier will be no fun; my life is way to ‘short’ to be married at 25. If things do turn up nicely, we would have agreed to be married at 26, but then, as a useless barbarian I gave in.

My crappy brain then came up with this wonderful idea of getting engage by 25 and the wedding ceremony by 26. Great plan eh, it was the perfect plan before reality hit me right on the face once I woke up. Keep it short, it is rather hard to achieve. First of all, I need to safe a lot of money for this because she is unwilling to foot up a single dime, not even 2 cents worth.

Chapter 3 : Kids
After planning for the wedding, crappy brain drifts off to the children department. It mentioned to her that it planned to have 3.5 kids. Guess what she answered, “You better go find a pig to do that.”

Well, first of all, I love kids and having 3.5 kids is normal. I can’t accept 2.5 kids; 0.5 being a dog, I am a dog person; I have 2 dogs at home. So the brain thinks it into finer details.

The plan is simple; marriage at 26, 1 year valentine before having a first child at 27, having the second child 3 years later and the third child the following 3 years. Directly after that, retirement from producing babies. Knowing me as to who I am, producing babies by then is the least of my worries, making love is important.

There you go 3 chapters in 3 days, what a fantastic imagination or dream. Today being the forth day, reality struck me. Crappy brain was recalled to earth from dreamland. The main problem is, she is in Singapore working and currently leaving together with her boyfriend whom I think she loves the most.

Who am I to her, nothing I can say. I am but another person in her life. Although most of the time I tried to be there for her; someone to talk and listen, at times punching bag and a ‘shoulder’ for her to cry on. My actions for her may be the perfect guy……as a friend. Though we have parted ways long time ago, but we seem to keep in touch a lot. I have feelings for her long time ago of which she knew but I was too ‘pussy’ to tell her the truth, that’s why she is with another guy.

There is something I want to tell her, but I was too afraid to do so. Guess this boredom blog of mine shall be the medium of the message.

“I like you once and I still like you. Things I do and said in the past was at times funny but there were times I mean it, though you may have taken it as one of my jokes. If I can turn back time, I will confess my feelings for you, there and then. It is very hopeless for me to do anything, even if I confess to you now; it perhaps meant nothing to you. At times I wish I was that guy you hold to sleep, cook and care for and at times to be that person to hold you and make you feel secure even if it is the end of the world. For the past 4 days was one of the best chatting topics we had since we first meet 6 years ago. In our conversation we mentioned a lot of things regarding our marriage, of which might not turn out, knowing that you have someone by your side, I wish that dream was true. The only part of the dream being true was at night, in my bed, drowning on those false hopeless dreams of ignorance.”

Exam Results

Exam results are out today, unlike the Taylor’s experience; here in UTS we have it online. The results were released once the night turns Wednesday.

With my heart pounding like mad, fingers getting cold and sweat running down, I slowly but surely open the page to see my results.

There is one thing I would like to say…….I did better than I expected

DMM --- Credit
APM --- Pass
IFM --- Pass
ICF --- Pass


Well people, I am heading for the graduation ceremony, but first, time to extend my visa ^_^

Barbarians Life in Modern World

Here I would try to explain how life seems for modern barbarians from my perspective. Life for a modern barbarian is like a tread mill. All barbarians alike follow the same concept of cycle.

For a quarter of a century, modern barbarians worked their ass off in chase of power, wealth and fame (PWF). For another quarter, they struggle in amidst perpetual anxieties for accumulating even more wealth. And finally, the last quarter they live in apprehension as they progress to old age, sickness and eventual death without knowing exactly why they have live for.

Many barbarians are so preoccupied with their activities in earning PWF that they actually have no time for something called ‘life’. Besides that, most of them are so preoccupied with their external appearances that they neglect their internal health and development. They cultivated an alter ego, 2 faced morons and very bad patient skill. Blinded with these senses, they view evil as good and true as false. Armed with these senses, the modern barbarians will fight with pens, words and fists for each and every power, wealth and fame they can get; thinking they will be at a better position and successful if they achieve it.

One of the greatest problem facing the modern barbarian is way too much action; action here, action there, action every where in the life of modern barbarians from cradle to the grave (got inspired by Jet Li). How peculiar it may seem, have anyone of us actually spend 5 minutes of total silence and do nothing but relax, how about 1 minute? I can boldly say, none of us actually spend 5 minutes to relax in total silence.

With all those supersonic jets, better performing engines, broadband internet and yet we demand things to be faster. On land, barbarians found the way to travel faster than the speed of sound. In air, barbarians found the way to travel great distances within hours. On water, barbarians found ways to skim across seas at neck breaking speed. With all these means of fast traveling, modern barbarians still researching on going even faster, doing things in shorter time period, even extending it to cooking. One wise barbarian once told me, the Japanese do not even have time to cook their fish. But then, I love sashimi, who does not like sashimi anyway.

Another tread mill example;
As modern barbarian goes on with life as fast as he try to gain PWF, he snatches a quick meal and sped of to the daily rat race. By night he leaps into bed, toss and turn most of the time thinking what to do the next day and finally drop to sleep just when the alarm rings. And once again the modern barbarian repeats the cycle.

For enjoyment modern barbarians invented many things for both pleasure and satisfaction. Thanks to them we have television, cinema, newspapers, magazines, porno, computer and many more which comes in different shape and sizes; some the smaller the better and some the bigger the better while some the more the merrier. Besides that, modern barbarian invented dance parties, colorful alcohols, ONS and many more have became drugs that create further ‘pleasure’ and restlessness.

And that my friends, the life of modern barbarian.

A little note

There are a few things I want to say regarding my little trip to Melbourne;

1 It is freaking cold
2 I drove for a total time of 6 hours, great ocean road should change it’s name
3 Took a lot of pictures, fortunately hardly of it feature me
4 Slept on a couch for 4 nights, neck very stiff now
5 Lost A$ 5 on the dam Zorro pokie machine

What I really need now is a good night sleep. Sweet dreams people.

Vacation.....Again

Sorry people for the lack of post, I am off to another vacation trip. This time around, destination Melbourne of which the plane will be flying about 3 hours from now.

Why Melbourne you may ask. I am going there not only for a holiday but also 2 of my favorite people in my life is going there as well; mom and sis.

Do not worry, I will try to upload some beautiful pictures of the trip and also the skiing trip. So pray hard that the camera works once I upload the pictures and also other people cameras (skiing trip used 4 different cameras to capture my beautiful barbarian face).

10 Things I Like About Skiing

Went skiing from Tuesday till Thursday at Snowy Mountain in Thredbo somewhere south of NSW near Canberra. Let’s get into the main point, listed below are the 10 things I like about skiing;

1 The scenic view was magnificent. It reminds me of the Salem advertisement I saw many years ago. The snow capped mountain was fantastic supplemented with the greenery at the foot hills.

2 For the first time in my life, I saw and played snow though the snow at the lower part of the mountain was man made which turn into ice once the sun decides to come out and play.

3 Those little kids in their sweater, beanie and skis look so cute. Bare in mind they are very pro with their skis, beat me all hands and legs down. There was once I saw the little cute girl walking back to the lodge, her blushing red chubby face makes me want to pinch it.

4 Skiing was uber fun and freaking tiring not to mention all the falling down on the first day. At the end of the day, both my arms and legs were sore. Not only that, I had very little energy even to carry something heavy.

5 One thing good about this sport is the ability to make someone sleep early. After the whole day skiing, sleeping was the best thing to do. Sex was not even an option.

6 The water there tasted weird, maybe because I drank straight from the tap. The weirdness of it makes the water taste rather fresh, cooling and refreshing. Least to say, it is very cold, almost freezing from my point of view.

7 If you think at the mountain got to be really cold, they you are so wrong. In fact it was hot; I was sweating all over even though I was wearing only a T-shirt and a sweater with the zip all down.

8 The fun part of the result is that the room I was in was shared between 6 other people. 3 of them were girls and there was only 1 toilet. The room was just enough to fit 3 double decker beds and a single bed and of course a television which is situated way up on the cupboard.

9 The bonus that came with the skiing trip was not written in the package. Instead of only skiing, I had the opportunity to do some hiking. The whole trail was full of animal shit and not even an animal in sight. I guess the animals have some bad diarrhea and were resting their ass off.

10 And finally, it was a good experience and I strongly recommend those who have not been to skiing to have a go in it.

Click

Went to the movies yesterday, and yes the movie of choice is Click. Not a typical Adam Sandler movie I got to say. It is not as funny / whacky / sick as Billy Madison or even Happy Gilmore. But than, who am I to comment, right. One important note though is that the movie stresses on everyday life of a workaholic.

After the movie, I imagine myself having a remote control like his. There are a lot of things can be done with that ya know. Do not worry; I have plenty of time to imagine as the exams are over. Besides that, I walked all the way home from the beach because I got on the wrong bus. With those free times, it is ridiculous for someone not to day dream.

There are a few things I would want to do with that remote, and yes I am a sick barbarian. No I meant I am a good barbarian.

First of all, I would rewind somewhere 24 odd years ago when my parents were dating. It is essential to learn some skill of my dad hooking up with my mom. This is crucial because my parent never talk about their dating years. As a son, I am curious how a hopeless romantic like my dad who is able to marry my mom who is so adventurous.

Next I want to fast forward a couple of years to see where I stand in the working world because I am very pessimistic of my life headings. And then, fast forward even more years to the future. Out of curiosity, just want to know how I rate in the future.

Most importantly is to hit the rewind button. There are a lot of things I did in the pass that I regret doing. It is not rewind time and do what is right, but to evaluate my mistakes in order not to repeat them. I use to say this, “If I could rewind time, I would do the same.” But then, it never hurt to see what stupid yet hilarious dumb nut things I did in the past.

Finally, did I mention I am a sick barbarian?
Let’s not go there, definitely above 18 contents.

Oh Morty, where art thou? I longing for you.


Dear good people reading this boredom of mine, what would you do if Morty gave you the remote?