The Road through my Fucked Up Life.

Road paved on 12:59 AM |

CHEAT!!!

I knew he always have been cheating all along. I mean, this guy does not have the skills, how could he possibly be 7 times world champion? It is just not possible.

And on Saturday, it is confirmed that, YES. He cheats. And he was never caught until that fateful day on Saturday.

But I still have to respect him for getting away with those cheats for 7 years. But again, I can't believe he is so dumb to cheat so blatantly, right out there in the open. I mean getting into an 'accident' and his engine happened to 'stall'... you could have done better Mikey, you disappoint me.

He must be getting desperate this season. After all, this isn't the first race he cheated, ain't it, Mikey? Read HERE for news.

Hey, YK may stand up to defend her guy, but I'm not the only one to think so. HERE is proof.

So one could speculate, how did he cheat in the past?
1. The easiest would be to sabo the opponents' car la. Like what he did to Raikonnen's car. No one would know right? Just a few twitches of screws here and there and wah la!! And because he world champion *roll eyes* no one would fault him.
2. Plan with teammates to sabo a race. Like what he did with Eddie Irvine in Sepang '98. And like how he sabo this qualifying.
3. Fix his car up. Remember when FIA put down the engine regulation and he started losing? Becos of lack of skills ma... and now he is winning again? Becos when the regulation came to place, he was OVER-confident that he could win, but when he started losing, he had to fix his car. Better engines for one. Not all cars would be checked wat... and engines so hard lagi to check. So fix car very senang one.
4. Like the Michellin tyres issue in the America race. Enough said.
5. Paid off time keepers so he get better time during qualifying. He is rich, can wan la.

And one would speculate, why must he cheat?
becos NO SKILL la!!
I have to admit that he may be good last time, but since then better drivers have come up. And he just loses out to them. Bla.

So enough said. He is just a cheap cheat.

These days, all it takes for your dreams to come true is money and power.
- President Shinra, Final Fantasy VII

We passed by on 12:59 AM |

Road paved on 9:27 PM |

Half done, half to go.

Yup, now we have finished the MB part of our MBBS. And according to Richard's dad: The 2nd part is easy, because it is all BS (bullshit). My uncles took to calling me doc (dog) as I only deserve half of it. Kononnya I will be called doctor when I become a real doctor and doctorrrr when I become a specialist.

Yup, after two and a half years of being in med school, finally a convocation. A damn blardy long and boring function for us to receive Sijil Kepujian Tamat Fasa Satu di IMU to be more exact. So dumb.

It's long, it's bloody boring, it's annoying, but it was one of the best events in the past few weeks. I get to meet noisy, boisterous people, the silent, quiet people, the rude, the elegant, and all of them my friends.

And since most of my readers are from M2/03, I don't see the point of blogging about convo, but I guess I'll put my 2 cents about the event.

Convocation for us started on Friday, when we had our last lecture as a batch in the auditorium. Walk into the audi and whoa... those are my friends, sitting in those chairs that I thought I was so glad to forget. There was Mr. Pervert Hiong Chin, making noise loudly as usual, Mr. Noisy Daniel talking on and on, Miss Scary Sheena making her presence felt and so on. And we were arranged like kids in kindergartens into our seats.

Then a gay guy gave us lecture. Now, this guy gave lectures with lame jokes. He was just trying to hard. And a pharmacist to boot. Dumbass who is buttering up to the Dean of Pharmacy Peter Pook. Either that, or his is gay partners with Peter Pook. Come on, Peter Pook is confirmed gay and he is also gay.

Miss Dayang Siti Cute Yuhana - "Maybe they just play tennis togther."
Yeah, in bed, whacking each other balls.

Jody Goh - "Maybe badminton"
Yeah, in bed, whacking shuttleCocks.

But I digress, I am not going to commit so many lines to a pharmacist. They are not worth it. Bla.

We were taught how to go up and shake hands with the Chancellor ("Man with most lebeh suit" - Daniel) and bow and walk. Like we were kindergarteners. How in one hour, we can be reduced from being half doctors ready to accept our half-cert to small kindergarten kids. Haha.

We did many things on Friday. We went rejoined our clique, go Ta-Kei with our gang and mamaking. As for me, it was CG lunch with my CG gang and I sure miss having all of us sitting together and just talking lame. And I had a Futsal game with my futsal gang. And was planning to have a debate with the debate gang (which unfortunately did not turn out). So in total, I have three gangs I hang out together with.


On Saturday, I actually have to wake up at an uneartly hour of 5 so I can reach Jody's hse so we can carpool to Hilton. I don't get why must we have a blardy rehearsal. It was super boring and to listen to the gay pharmacist lecture us again... sigh... B-O-R-I-N-G.

I think that this convocation is very in the words of Daniel, LEBEH! Because we aren't really doctors yet. It is just a mark that says: ooh... halfway doctor dee. Like it was something parents are supposed to be proud of. I mean, so many friends brought their whole family, including grandparents, grandcousins, aunt and uncles. Hell, I brought my grandpa too, only becos he won't be able to go all the way to Aussie to see me graduate properly and we have to make do.

But the fellowship... to DIE for. To be back among friends, to just laugh and joke and make noise in general. It was nice to see Sheena losing her power as the batch rep (haha) and to finally find out that I am not really that short after all. And still not knowing names of all the tudung-ed malays. Tough luck.

And cameras, cannot forget the cameras and flashes. Felt like celebrities. And to think that I decided to be Vasan that day by wearing of all things PINK!!! OMG, I must be color blind or something. I always thought PINK is for BIMBOs!! Not me!
YeePei: What happened to you?!
Grace: You looked feminine.
God help me.

And the robes. The large robes that was overlysized for me (even tho I'm using SS). My fingers are lost among the sleeves, that I had problem shaking hands. I looked like Harry Potter in pink. No, more like Batgirl or pontianak harum watever. Or like being in a funeral choir. And we don't get to have the hat and mortarboard because we have not graduate yet. Bla... what a waste of time then.

And a chance to insult pharmacists one last time. We were lining up for rehearsal and since we are a bigger batch, we had trouble finding our spots. They were all lined up. Hell, they had a smaller batch.
Tim Sung: Hey, you guys are losing face to pharmacy.
Me: Oi, quickly la. Cannot let that happen.
Right in front of them.


So the real stuff began at 9.45. Trooped down the red carpet with cameras flashing in my face. It was supposed to be a solemn occasion, but I was talking and laughing with everyone. During rehearsal the day before, I had Text Twist to play while waiting my turn to make a fool of myself, but now on the real day, I had nothing but my wits and the ability to just doze off.

The academic staff walked in followed by the Court of Deans and Chancellors. And not to mention the LIBRARIAN coming in holding the mace.

Dayang Siti Yuhana: "He's the Court Jester and he is going to dance for us."

Names were being called out and we tried to memorise the whole process of "Bow, walk, bow, handshake, pose, walk off" Fine and dandy until we realised that that dumb chancellor only smile at the camera with malay girls. He's a malay, duh. So now the tough thing is to get him to at least pose for the camera.

I had plan to just stroll on stage, act cool and all. So I did, and lucky me managed to get that dumb man to at least look sideways. And as I got off, the gay lecturer had to call me to slow down. Fine, I did. And then when I get back to my seats, someone told me that I was shuffling like a Parkinson patient.

What the hell?

Then the announcement of Dean's List students where the students mentioned had to stand up and bow to their parents. No Bin's list, where students would have stood up and covered their face in shame. And the Gold Medallist announcement where we planned to throw our scrolls into the air or do the wave. Whoo...

And who can forget the speech by the dumb guy with the most elaborate suit. We are medical students and he began his speech with politics. We thought maybe he picked up the wrong speech, as in he took tomorrow's speech instead of the speech intended for the convo.

I thought: SESAT!

I don't trust doctors turned politicians (eg Mahathir, Sheena Toyat). They are too too slimy and this man is the same. He was like a slimy ball of fat sitting on the throne, with folds of fat falling all over his face. Icky.

And there is the meet the parents session and more click click click and more yak yak yak followed by cheese, click click click. First new parent I met was Grace Chew's mother.
Grace mom: So this is THE Elena.
Ok, Grace. What have you been telling your mother?
She's a nice lady who looks so like grace. (Richard: "No, SHE looks like her mom") Meeting her was like meeting the great Ellis Grey (from Grey's Anatomy) and I did not know what to say. Once again I noticed that I still don't know how to communicate with adults unless I bring them DOWN to my level of conversation, because I sure do not know how to go up to THEIR level of conversation.

Then there was TJ's dad who look so ganas and Zen's mom who mistook me for someone else. And of course Raj's mom who is so tiny and if his dad was bigger than him, where did the tiny gene go? I caught glimpses of everyone else's parents and how proud they seemed of their children.

And when we finally returned the robes and scrolls for our transcripts, it was then the reality start setting in. This is the last time we would ever be gathering as a batch. Still, it seemed incomplete with those who have already went missing. But what about these friends now. After this, we would be graduating at different part of the world, will there be a chance of a mass reunion of doctors? Hell, will I ever be able to see most of these faces again? Yeah... I would be seeing most of those Seremban people, but what about those leaving for other parts of the world? Will I be forgotten, a pebble in their history of time? Will I forget them, with my lack of ability to keep in touch with friends?

Only time can tell.

At every graduation, a valedictorian would speak on behalf of the batch. He would look back at those days spent together with the batch and thread them together to form a single speech. But since we are not graduating, I would say a few words before we part ways. Most of these were quoted before in this blog, and I would thread them together to form a speech.

But to me a speech is something that I prepare for ears of strangers, people I did not know, but after all that we have been through together as a batch, that 2 and the half years of fighting and struggling together, I think that none of us are strangers anymore. I may not know your name, I may not know your background, but I know you, and I recognise you as a member of this batch glorified.

Standing at the crossroads of tomorrow, where all of us will part ways and go down different roads, I believe that the destination of that each road is the same. If wind of fate wishes it, we would converge again at that endpoint and look back at our different roads and find them not so different after all.

We are a batch of students with intertwined fates, not because we are the same, but because we are held together by our diversity. A batch of students with different talents and different past, thrown together by the one single direction in life: To be a Doctor. It was destiny that we met together and that single goal in life is the thread that bound us together. There is a bond between each and every one of us eventhough we may not see it, a bond forged in the hell of two and a half years of medical school. It is a bond that nothing could break.

Even as each and every one of us step forth to different realm of the world, we would ever feel the spirit of M2/03 within us. M2/03 is more than a batch, M2/03 is the US, the students of the batch, and the spirit that lives in each of us. And that spirit can never be conquered. M2/03 may have break off, but the spirit will never die. With each step we take into our new world, M2/03 will live on in us.

This road we walked upon is a difficult one. The burden we picked is a heavy. The end goal may be a goal worth fighting for. But this is a life we will never make it on our own. There are mountains to climb, there are pitholes that swallow us up. And it is times like this that we call upon the spirit that held us together. It is times like this that we will look back at those days we spent in the sun and realise that we are not alone.

So go forth my brothers and meet those challenges. Ride on with the wind and may M2/03 be with you.

Our reasons may be different,
but our goals are the same.
- Delita, Final Fantasy Tactics

We passed by on 9:27 PM |

Road paved on 5:23 PM |

For Sheena and CK

This marks the first of the coming posts dedicated to friends that are leaving soon. In that couple above, it would only be Sheena leaving, but I deemed it unfair that Sheena get so many For Sheena posts, so I decide to dedicate it to her BF too.

It all started with CK calling Richard when we were at my cousin's wedding dinner. (It was a marriage out of no choice as the girl was pregnant. She was crying when the dinner was over, but that was not the issue here). Anyway, CK called Richard and told him that he would be staying over at our place on Tuesday night (last night). And after much questioning on who, what, why and so forth, we found out that Sheena has returned to the Peninsular.

Suddenly, that doesn't sound like a good thing. It has this macabre feel to it, like how an exiled murderer has returned to haunt again. A parody of Superman Returns: Sheena Returns ("via canoe across South China Sea" - Rajinder Singh)

So on Monday night, Richard and I had a massive spring cleaning. Our apartment is not the neatest of apartment. There are books scatter everywhere and thick layers of dust. And not to mention, we had to prepare a bed of CK. So Richard decided to shift to my room to sleep so there is a bed prepared.

After that, we had no news from the two of them for the day (Tuesday). We were wondering where the hell are they. I tot Sheena would be staying with SanSan, but 33 never heard a thing. No one seemed to know that the she-devil Sheena has crossed the South China Sea. But that night, when I was trying to finish my Kingdom Hearts 2, knocks came and the two of them walked into the house.

Sarah Sheena Toyat and Tee Choon Keong.

It was great see both of them together again. They were one of the few couples left (with everyone breaking up and all *shivers*) and one that would proceed into something we call a long-distance relationship, before becoming a prohibited relationship, haha. I thank God I did not get into such a mess of a relationship, that's all I can say.

But both of them are still lovey-dovey and looking at four of us together made me miss the days when we go out together. Sheena and Richard would be talking on and on while I and CK would talk about games and other stuffs, ignoring the both of them. And that was what happened last night too. I was playing PS2 games with CK while Sheena and Richard were talking politics of Sarawak, which most just flew over my head.

"Elena, I've been playing RPGs." - Sheena.
That was what she told me and I was shocked. Southampton ppl suddenly playing RPGs? (YeanKoon was playing FFVII on PC and Sheena playing NeverWinter Nights on PC too). I can just imagine a night in their room. Two fervent gamers at play. Super cool!!!

And she had a hand on the PS2 too, with her all-time favourite Simpson's Road Rage.
"I still love this game, even though I'm losing."

We found out that Sheena had an apartment in Subang and the reason CK could not stay over there was because her mother came over the SCS too. And she has a curfew of 10.30. And if the mother knows that she was out with CK, the curfew would be 10 minutes out of the door. (I think.) And so CK drove her back to Subang in the church car (meaning no coveting in the car. By God, you have a crucifix staring down at you).

And this morning, CK had to drive all the way down to Subang to pick Sheena up again. What dedication man. Not losing to my BF at all. Yeah, I miss showing off my BF to Sheena and vice versa. Haha. Those good old days.

Sheena regaled us with stories from the forsaken lost city of Miri. And since she did not update her blog about her pathetic life in Miri, I decided to do it for her.


Story No. 1: Working stint at San Francisco Coffee.
For a measly pay of RM3.60 per hour, where else Starbucks in KL pays RM5.00 per hour. What can be said, Miri mah... She is working in San Francisco Coffee and has learnt to cook a lot a lot of things. And met all kinds of people ie customers. And she need to memorise their faces, names and usual orders. So she can do this:

Customer walks in.
Sheena aka Waitress: Good morning, Mr. So-and-so. Your usual order of bla bla bla? Right on.

or

Customer walks in.
Waitress: Good afternoon, bla bla bla (first name basis). There is no so-and-so today, so would la la la be all right?

It looks like the customer and waitress have some really close relationship. But actually, there is a cheat sheet stuck on the counter out of the customers' sight. Haha. Cool right?

And there was this customer with handlebar moustache and on the first time she met him, she got blasted for not knowing his name. Mwahaha!!! It is a laugh imagining high-and-mighty Sheena having to grovel and bow to customers.

Story No. 2: Dumb Debate Juniors.
Juniors from her previous school that is, not IMU.
They were having a debating competition and Sheena became their so-called coach. She had to check through their scripts and make them repeat the scripts over and over again. Yeah... in secondary school, you prepare scripts for the motions but since you would not know which side you would be on, you prepare both sides and when you get your sides during the day of the competition, you have ONE hour to decide which script you should use prep.

Secondary school debaters are also different from varsity. I will elaborate in two points.

Point 1: Pampered spoil brats.
There was this boy who was in the debating team. Two days before the semi-finals, he decided to quit the team. Sheena had to console and beg and pamper him to debate. Hell, if it was me quitting, Sheena would already have a backup fella ready and kick me out literally. Hey, why the double standard, coach? So this brat finally relented and made a fuss as if he was insparable. The cheekof him.

This boy was the third speaker, the whip and he prepares his speech two days before the competition. What the hell? As the whip, we are to compare the points brought out by BOTH team, but he only knows one side of the debate. So how does he prepare his speech? But still Sheena went through his scripts and gave him an opposing point for him to rebutt. He tried, gave a valid point and Sheena pointed out that he needs to elaborate more.

And he burst into tears.

And this brat is 17 years old. And sitting for SPM.

And he sat there with tears running down his face.

Their other trainer had to come and console him, saying that Sheena did not mean it that way. And Sheena consoled him too!! This was not the Sheena I knew!!! Sheena would have took him the shoulders and shook him till his snot fly and his teeth rattle, but never say a good word to him. But she DID!!! Heaven rained yellow rain.

The other trainer began to apply a few changes into the script, meaning to make it better.

And he wailed "Why do you always change my script!!"

And ran to the sofa and buried his head into the sofa and wailed.

And have I told you that this moron was 17 years old!!

Point 2: Dumb, dumb, dumb.
St. Joseph (the school Sheena went to and was coaching)'s biggest rival is a school called Chung Hwa High School. So this juniors decided they need another trainer other than Sheena. And they chose:

A teacher from Chung Hwa.

And she happened to be Chung Hwa's debate trainer too.

So smart of them right? And she gives them the points for the debates and 'train' them. Have you guys figured out what would have happened? Well, you can't be as dumb as those brats.


Oi Sheena, I have blogged for you (since you are afraid to blog about those juniors as they have your blog address) so do I get a reward? You can help by giving those juniors MY blog address. Juniors like those do not deserve to be riding the seniors' tailcoats.

Unlike the Juniors WE have.


Guys, I am so proud of you. These juniors went on their first international competition and broke into the octofinals. We are talking about teams from Asia, including the Philippines (best debaters in the region), and they broke highest among the Malaysian teams. These are juniors from IMU, a university that everyone in Malaysia thought was nothing. But in the Asian region, IMU is now a team to be reckoned. Not IIU, not MMU, but IMU!

Juniors of IMU Debate Club, I salute you.

The odds will be against you, but you are true heroes.
Open now the last door, and take what you find there.
- Belthasar, Chrono Trigger

We passed by on 5:23 PM |

Road paved on 12:35 PM |

Tagged!

Got tagged by Richard. And since I am bored and waiting for my turn to shower, I decided to do this tag instead.

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Elena (pronounced differently by different people)
2. Ali (old nicknames only old friends can call)
3. Pei Ling (only relatives call as they can't pronounce my name for nuts)

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
Only three??? Where got enough? Too many to list la.
1. I'm short.
2. I'm cute.
3. I have cute hands.
4. I don't get dark easily.
5. I like wearing specs.

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
I don't think I have many.
1. I'm getting pimples. Yelch.
2. I'm getting a belly. So cute, got fat thrill.
3. I hate my hair. So messy and so damn irritating. I think I should shave for the Leukemia Foundation.

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. Daughter of Steven How.
2. Daughter of God.
3. I am who I am.

THREE THINGS YOU CAN'T STAND:
1. Whiners.
2. Noisy kids.
3. Adults who thinks they know everything.

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. Clowns. (Stupid IT by Stephen King)
2. Spiders (The long thin legged ones. I don't mind hairy ones.)
3. Hmmm... myself?

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SHOWS:
I don't watch TV shows much leh.
1. House. Dr Gregory House is my Mentor.
2. That's it. Desperate Housewives do not really rank up there.

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE JAPANESE ANIMES:
I also don't watch many animes. I read mangas. The animes I remember watching are hentais and they are not my favorite.
1. anything by Hayao Miyazaki
2. Maria-sama ga Miteru (I read the novel, and the manga and now the anime)
3. Most stuff by Masanume Shirow: Appleseed, Ghost in the Shell 1 & 2...

THREE OF YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONGS:
I also don't really listen to many songs. If you are talking about songs I'm listening over and over again:
1. Stormwind from World of Warcraft OST.
2. Run Free from Spirit: Stallion of Cimarron OST.
3. Lazy Afternoon from Kingdom Hearts 2 OST

THREE MOVIES YOU CAN WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN:
Movies are to be watched and forgotten. I can't stand watching movies over and over again.
1. Any ancient China movies with Jet Li in it.
2. Chronicles of Narnia
3. Hmmm... myself dancing in the bathroom?

THREE MOVIES YOU WOULD LIKE TO WATCH:
1. Pirates of Carribean 2 (who wouldn't like to watch Captain Jack Sparrow?)
2. X-Men 3 (only because it's the last of the trilogy)
3. Superman Returns (I don't know... bored maybe)

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. H2O
2. O2
3. Storybooks, computer + ebooks + eMangas, Playstation 2

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. A towel.
2. My skin.
3. My hair.
I'm doing this while waiting for my sister to shower finish so I can shower.

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. Fun.
2. Freedom.
3. Security.

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE GENDER THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
What... the list is too long to be listed.
1. Looks.
2. Money.
3. Power.
Hey, this is a uthiopian thinking. ain't gonna happen, so I'm happy with the man I'm having now.

THREE BAD HABITS:
1. Procrastination. (Is that bad?)
2. Swearing when angry. (Is that bad?)
3. Pushing responsibilities away. (Come on, what's so bad about that?)

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. Reading a good book/manga
2. Having fun with my Playstation family: Playstation 1, 2, Portable.
3. Writing... anything.
4. Lazing about. That's the best.

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Get my PSP and PS3.
2. Burn down Microsoft Corp.
3. Go on a holiday where time just move so slowly for me.

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING OR CURRENTLY PURSUING:
Currently pursuing, but not really my first choice: Medicine & Research
1. Owner of a huge business empire which covers the world gaming fields.
2. A professional game tester.
3. A forensic criminologist.

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON A VACATION:
Ohh... so many.
1. All the diving spots in the world: Sipadan, Mauritius, Seychelles, Maldives, Great Barrier Reef... don't forget fresh water diving.
2. Alaska for dog-mushing. Antartica and Siberia also can.
3. Climb all seven peaks of the world.

THREE KIDS' NAMES YOU LIKE:
I like my names to be in two ie Richard Gerald, so the list would have to be long.
Boys:
1. Edward
2. Daniel
3. Richard

Girls:
1. Elizabeth
2. Angela
3. Elena?
I'll never name my kid Grace. After kena Amazing Grace, bleah.

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Visit the whole world and dive to my hearts content.
2. Burn down Microsoft Corp.
3. Kill my enemies so they don't live longer than me.

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GUY: (OR GIRL)
OMG, I'm not a stereotype girl!!! Maybe I would do both.
Stereotypically girl:
1. XX genes say it all.
2. I have breasts.
3. I don't have a penis.

Not a Stereotype girl:
1. I hate shopping.
2. I hate dressing up nicely.
3. I hate being a girl.

INITIALS OF THREE CRUSHES:
Oooohhh, crushes are like so teenage la. But still, I do have many.
1. First TRUE crush: CW
2. Crushing since I met Him: JC
2. SC, JL, IJ, JB, CM, CK, TH - a list of guys I would love to have.
RGL is not a crush. Come to think of it, JC also not crush but love.

THREE PEOPLE YOU TAG TO DO THE SURVEY:
I donno. Most of my readers would be too busy to do it anyway.
1. Prasad
2. Debola
3. YihSeong

If you need something else...talk to my secretary.
- President Shinra, Final Fantasy VII (after throwing me in prison)

We passed by on 12:35 PM |

Road paved on 2:22 AM |

I LIVE!!!

Finally after so much persisting, I finally resurrected my blog.

And on the third day he rose up from the grave.

And you can see, now it is no more a JOURNEY, but a walk through my Fucked Up Life. Because with an increase price of petrol and the impending war in Iran, I don't think I can afford to fly a luxurious plane through this fucked up life.

So I opt for a better, cheaper and healthier way to take you guys through this fucked up life of mine: WALKING!!! That's right. A walk through my fucked up life. Like how one would walk through the Louvre Museum and look at the Master's works, now you would walk through my life and appreciate it, smelling the roses and trash along the path, watching ME go by.

Meaning, since it would be a walk, it's gonna get pretty tiring, so I'll be taking short walks (ie doing short posts) and as I get my stamina, maybe longer walks. And the days I like it, like rainy day or exciting day, I would run through this life with you all. So it's gonna be a mixture of short and long... so you guys won't get bored or anything. bleah.

Without much further ado, I declare this blog alive, and everyone, best foot forward. A journey starts with a single step, and step carefully into my life. This way please.

And not forgetting we have a birthday to celebrate.

Yup... my bloggy's birthday!!! Now everyone join me to sing my bloggy a birthday song.

Happy Birthday to you,
You are born in my PC,
You are so cute and wonderfoo,
Happy Birthday, you're two.

Sob sob, my bloggy, all grown up and conquering the world. Sob sob.

But it was a really auspicious day today. To be resurrected on your birthday and have a new look too. Wah!!!

Last year, I prepared this blog's birthday at Nanyang Tech Uni, Singapore during AUDC. Wanted to prepare Bloggy's birthday this year at Ateneo de Manila Uni in Manila this year. But guess wanting is different from getting. And since I won't be able to prepare Bloggy's birthday next year at Assumption Uni in Bangkok next year, I will just have to do it at Uni of Queensland, Aussie. And in 2008, maybe from Uni of Aberdeen, UK or Harvard U, US. Hehe... sweet dreams.

So bloggy, very lucky. Birthday get to celebrate in all different Unis. Way cool.

In conjuction with this auspicious day, I would give my first five visitors a virtual cookie if they tagged my tagboard. Welcome everyone and I'm sure you've bought yourselves NIKEs and Adidas and Reebok and God-knows-what-else to walk you thru the halls of my Fucked Up life.

Of course I'm alive!
Did you think I'd drop dead before you, old man?
- Relm, Final Fantasy VI

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Road paved on 11:36 AM |

Countdown to Resurrection

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Road paved on 11:46 PM |

Countdown to Resurrection

We passed by on 11:46 PM |

Road paved on 8:30 PM |

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We passed by on 8:30 PM |

Road paved on 12:37 AM |

Countdown to Resurrection

We passed by on 12:37 AM |

Road paved on 6:24 PM |

Countdown to Resurrection

We passed by on 6:24 PM |