Of gatherings and reunions

Come the month of december, sleeping at 4am seems to have settled itself into the norms of my daily routine. As much as I hate to admit it, this kind of habit (frowned upon by parents of the world) should stop as it is literally eating away my flesh. But BaHHh to my bloody weight problem. Admitting something is one thing, but making it happen is another thing.

Anywho, the Christmas season proved to be fairly busy for me. Fortunately, this business of being busy was actually quite pleasant, in a sense that it doesn't involve brain wrecking and last ditch efforts of knowledge cramming. What it doesn't lack of this time around is gatherings and reunions. I went for my class reunion, a party with ex-schoolmates, a couple of family gatherings and dinners and some more. Meeting old friends, making new acquaintances, getting dumbfounded by too much socializing wasn't all that bad when compared to what happened last month. (Speaking of that, I do hope I pass my exams. Results will be posted online less that 48 hours later.. Aaaaahhhh! Cross fingers*)

As I was saying, the gatherings and reunions, especially the ex-classmates and ex-schoolmates revived some fond memories of the past and made me think about what I've achieved since then- nothing much. Apart from that sad thought, merely being able to be in the same room with a bunch of ol' mates was refreshing. I guess knowing that there are others out there who are almost in a similar situation as you can raise hopes that you are on the right path.
The family reunions on the other hand was more relaxed and casual, without jittery emotions and sweaty palm at parties in which you only know the host. Family dinners like the one we had last night don't happen often during the Christmas season. But since two of my cousins are spreading wings to further their studies abroad, we made an exception this year. (Photos below). One of them is leaving for the U.S in a couple of days while another, Canada. While I'm at this, I should point out that it isn't just them who are leaving the comforts of their home sweet home in the name of knowledge (and adventure:D). As the day I move to a hostel in Nilai creeps closer, I wonder if I'm going to survive without Astro. Something tells me that I would be too busy tending to more important matters, say, studying, to worry about what what Mrs. Van de Kamp and her buddies are up to next or the next booty shaking, skimpily dressed superstar to break into the charts on channel [V]. Not that I'm much of a D.Hsewives fan, really. I'm more of a AmazingraceBeckerSeinfeldLostMonkish kind of TV audience. Bottom line: I'll survive.

Having said that, all my hopes lie in the results that would be released in 2 days time.
pass, and I move forward; Fail, and be ready to face the torturing repercussions.

My most ill-prepared exams are finally over. I'm still undecided on whether I should be happy or I should just bang my head against a nearby wall for all of my stupidity.
I had one week plus to get my butt ready and just what did I do with those hours?
I faffed it away with an amazing show of procrastination and laziness!
As a last resort, I'm willing to believe that father Christmas somewhere in the north pole sipping his hot cocoa(with marshmallows or course) and sorting out his naughty or nice list on his laptop while his elves go about their duties which include fixing "santa's hotspot" and modifying the wifi services at the toyshop et cetra.

Note to Santa:
Please, please, just let me pass this hurdle and I promise I'll be a good boy/man for a whole year. And I swear I won't ask for a present next year; and I won't whack my bro and sis anymore for annoying me; and I won't leave everything till the last minute; and I wont smack my palm onto my forehead, all the while shouting unpleasantries when I make an idiotic mistake... You get the picture...

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Watched Eragon yesterday. Wasn't that bad. Gonna start reading the book I borrowed from my sis. Then I'm gonna pander to my itching feet and give them a kick or two next week. Not to forget, I'm also gonna try to retie some lost threads to my social network. Plus, there is that video game that's just sitting there, waiting for my hands to wrap around it's controllers.
AAhh, I'm starting to wonder if I can ever love the holidays enough.
~'tis a season to be jolly, trallalalala lalalala~

Wake me up when December ends

Finally, we are entering the month of December where the kids are wilder, the weather's wetter, and the mothers suffer. There is an air of festivity in my household nowadays. The obvious difference between a normal day and a day like today is the blinking noise. Among those that add to my exasperation, the PS2 is the worse, emitting that famous star wars theme behind all the blasting and explosion as the young padawans (cousins and my brother) flirt with danger with Lord Vader and his 501st battalion. Note that the concoction of this nature can only mean one thing - trouble. Adding to that dangerous mix are the approaching examinations.

Usually, as witnessed in recent years, I would be all too glad to slouch around like the lazy bugger that I am when December comes around. But this time around, lets just say that Christmas isn't the only event that's around the corner. YEss, the bloody battlefield of the examinations are looming ahead.

Equation: cousins + brother + Noisy, addictive star wars game + my exams + football madness + online games + grandparents visit = DANGER

Funny, cause "exams" and "battle" are as correlated in my mind as Christmas and that 'around the corner' cliche. There are actually efforts by some good hearted scribes I've encountered in many a magazine, to shed light upon the good side of exams- if they have any- but without much success. Despite this, I remain adamantly unbowed and hold on to my belief that exams are a pain in the arse. Then again, maybe treating them as battles- decorating my face with war paint, sharpening my spear, wetting my pants- isn't really the best way to face one. Too late to change the skewed perspective angle though.

To be exact, there are only 10 days left for me to pull up my pants and get cooking, and those 24s are dwindling much faster than I would like them to. What perturbs me the most is the fact that I would fumble and fall. I know I've been through enough exams to know I'm more than capable of avoiding pressing the self-explode/panic/parachute & eject button, but complacency has been nagging me throughout the semester. And I suspect that the deciding factor for this battle is going to be my resolve and whether if it can withstand the pressure from distractions and procrastination.

Against the backdrop of kids shouting in agony as their stormtrooper attempts a failed kamikaze strike, this is me, as determined as ever to bury my procrastination ghost, signing off.

To tell ya the truth, I haven't been able to blog my heart out like I used to. The zealous, sentimental blogger has disappeared; and now in his place, a quotidian, almost robotic persona who posts just because he has to because he said that he would because he had nothing else to do because he is lazy. I'm not sure if it's even legal to use that many 'because'es in a sentence but
If you are observant and just happen to be next to me right now, you can't miss the action in which I'm helplessly clutching at straws, trying to salvage as much of what I used to have. It just isn't right, feeling the knowledge gained and skills honed seep steadily out of my body.
Take my social circle for example:
What used to be as big and wide as, say, a paddy-field, is now as narrow and puny as a child's playpen.
That wasn't a good analogy at all, but it helped emphasise on another thing that I'm losing.

A smart alec would probably say that I should be out there in the battlefield, putting right what I think is out of order instead of sulking and whining about how things are sliding down a spiral towards failure and self-destruction. He would also say that I'm wasting a precious friday night in front of the computer. Before you go on thinking along the same line as my imaginary smart alec- whom I suddenly have the urge to turn into a punching bag- I would like to, in the kindest fashion possible to mankind, halt you from doing so.
Why? Because I'm tired of being reminded that I'm an average joe in a society where average is almost as bad as below-average and only excellence is celebrated. Plus, there is also the fact that you can't be good at everything. You can love and be good at math, language and music at one point, but obviously, those three don't get along together in a career path prospective. That is why sometimes, it's fine to sit down, look at the bigger picture and whine about the wall of adversities you're facing while sulking at the open windows and doors you sacrificed for another opportunity.

I especially hate and detest that feeling of being left out of something you want to do, but having to give it up because there are options that outweigh it in terms of importance. And when I say "importance", it merely relates to "ensuring a brighter future" which also means "More $$". The same "important" tag that doesn't guarantee a happy lifetime ahead is sometimes overused, and thus, becomes the cause of many misjudgements. It is almost as if everything we do now is premised on financial stability and the conjecture that happiness is sure to come along with it. How many people out there can actually say with their heads held high that they chose what they truly love over what is "important"? How many can be good at all the things they love? I know I can't.
Hence, the sulking and whining.

Titleless

Lets hope that this post works it way through the snail-paced dial-up connection that is currently forced upon me and this household.

First of, the excuses. Knowing that it wouldn't make much difference, are they still necessary? Why, YES! For reasons that even I fail to recognise, I feel obliged to at least give a few excuses to make amends for my disappearance from the bloggosphere these few weeks. (Though I'm not quite sure to whom this should be directed to).
Cause of the lack of posts- excuses:

1. I had no time.
2. The number of lab reports that I had to handle exceeded my wildest expectations, thus, tipping my online time allocation upside down.
3. I was sick... for one day.
4. The broadband connection went phut and still remains so up til this very second (which is why I'm going back to the traditional dial-up internet.
5. I have more important things to do, e.g. Indulge in my PS2 until my eyes begin to bulge or trying to figure out the top 10 gruesome ways to kill the ppl at the TM telco. company.
6. I temporarily lost my will to post anything.
7. I had to do chores (really!)
8. I was lazy.
   

I'll just stop here. Any more and I'd probably get an award for my idiocy (not to mention cyberspace wasting)

Anyways, just for the sake of updating:

I doubled the times I've watched Casino Royale's Mr. double 'O' seven running around killing bad guys while miraculously having the leisure to fuck about. Those who had till now averted the movie just because they heard that James Bond screwed up big time in this one needn't worry. All the fuss about him not being able to fill the shoes of his predecessors are bollocks; I say, "What shoes?!" (never really a fan of the last one). The movie is brilliant and the overall cast, outstanding. Hope this Craig guy continue being Bond for awhile.

Other than throwing dough at the cinemas, I guess there isn't anything more interesting happening around here unless you count the upcoming test 2 days away, or the examinations everyone else is having/had. My eyes, legs and fingers are staging a peaceful protest right outside my brain. I can hear them chanting now, loud and clear. "SLEEP! SLEEP! SLEEP!". I suspect that think things might change for the worse if I continue this. So, I better be off now. Ciao. Have a nice day.

[Note: I wrote this but couldn't publish it. The broadband connection is OK now]

Now that my line is back on track, I shall return to my one or more posts per week ratio.

Korea- 2

Here's the korea post that is long overdue.

The trip to Korea was totally awesome if you ask me. Oh no, the feeling's fading away. Aaahh!!! This is why you shouldn't procrastinate. So, instead of telling the story, I'm just gonna slog it out by posting the pics.
Here's a pic of the biggest theme park in Korea.(Where I found the best theme park ride in a mechanism that gives you twice the rotation and a heavy dose of nausea). Oh, and that's our tour guide, Mr Lu, who's wearing a maroon vest, standing in the middle staring at us.

A tiger prowling, a bear trying to get the coach driver's attention.

A storyteller who doesn't hesitate to fully-utilize hand gestures, Mr. Lu spent most of the time on the bus rolling out the history of Korea in quite exciting fashion. (Though you have to be interested in history to appreciate it). The thing about my visit to Korea was that I had no knowledge about them besides their national football team, their cars and the North's nuclear ambitions. What made it so enjoyable was actually learning about the beautiful country and it's people from a native himself.
The way he described the korean national football team and their achievement in the 2002 World Cup caused even me to feel proud (Proud to be an Asian that is). Apart from that, there were also little details about Korea that you can't get from any web pages or travel books. Details like the interesting and intriguing love-hate relationship between the North and the South. (Of course, there are also the spy and North-South Border related stories.)


At a train station that's right next to the beach. Famous for a scene in one of the many Korean drama series.












My brother here steering us into trouble. (On a "retired" S.Korean navy ship)










A captured North Korean spy submarine (damaged, see). It comes with a story about 20 N.Korean spies who got stranded on South Korean shore.










Taking the cable-car up the soraksan in Soraksan National Park.The air was so friggin fresh that you'd wish you can bottle some up and bring it back here.













A picturesque autumn scenery on Mt. Soraksan.

















Another one... Simply beautiful ain't it?












Here's one for ppl who watched winter sonata.
Nam-I-Island










Me trying my hand at Kimci making. (It was harder than I thought)

Halloween and sweet tooth(teeth)

It's Halloween night. I know that it isn't that much of a hit here as compared to some Western countries. But in my neighbourhood, some kids are definitely in the halloween spirit. A couple of kids came banging on our door at 7.40 in the evening, shouting "TRICK OR TREAT@!!!". My mom got annoyed when she had to entertain the 3rd couple of small children who came at 9pm and tried to ignore them. By the way, her idea of "giving away some good candy" was throwing a handfull of ginseng candy from our korea trip into their pumpkin-shaped baskets. There was a total of 6 trick or treat-ers. 2 were witches; the other two- I didn't get the chance to look at them cus I was busy entertaining my idiot box; and the last two who were both dressed up as somekind of warewolf (can't really call that "dressed-up" as they only had masks on; so much for efforts huh?). I managed to sneak some old chocolate sweets, untouched by the occupants of this house for what seemed like forever, for the two witches.

As I said, I'm not really into this Halloween festival or celebration or whatever they call it. BUT, I am interested in one thing that has coincided with the night of ghouls and spooks- Baskin Robbin's 31% discount for pints, quarts and that big bucket that sells at an unknown price.(I dare not enquire about its price lest I should faint from the sky-high price tag). With my bro tagging along, I went to Parade's outlet of overpriced ice-cream with a budget set by me mum. If you haven't been to a Baskin-Robbins outlet with 1 operating hour left on the clock on a 31st, you should, even if you're not buying (Though I'm not sure what you'd accomplish by that except the uncanny satisfaction of witnessing grown men huddled around the booth, waiting their turn while hoping beyond hope that theres still some of they're favourite flavour left). Reminds me of the time the rotiman on his overloaded motorbike came, horns-blazing, to our row and the kids gathered around his bike to buy a packet of 'ROTA' XD.

Anyways, I parked in the basement, got to the outlet, snapped up number '419' while the number shouted from the counter was 375. I was like, "Oh my fucking god!" (not out loud lah.. my 10-year-old bro was beside me). Albeit him being a crude language illiterate, his expression spoke a thousand words. I had seen that face when people I know apply the ubiquitous remark, i.e. "WTF??!". So, my bro was temporarily assigned a spy's job, that is, to squeeze into the crowd and collect information regarding the flavours still available or, in his judgement, would still be available when our turn comes. My job? I was the pivotal point in this whole "ice-cream-buying process"; I was the mainstay of the whole logical structure of the mission; I had the most important job of all- to choose the flavours.

After getting fed up of waiting, I started pacing about. Then a lady in her late 20s approached me, asking,
"What number are they on now?"
"Er.. 410."
"OH my god!", she looked as if she had just missed her honeymoon flight with her spouse already on it.

Don't worry, she managed to pursuade one out of the 7(or was it 8?) people manning the booth to take her order right after 411. When it FINALLY was my turn, I opted for "choc. mousse" and "cookies n cream", both in quart size. Exceeded the RM50 budget ><. Lol. By the time I got to the tuition teacher's gate, I was 15 minutes late. Luckily, the ice-cream alone was enough to atone for my tardiness. Sis' face lit up when we told her about the ice-creams. :P We Malaysians sure love our sugar-stuffed food products, even when it isn't our product.
No wonder the prone to diabetes.


The CAtch of the Day. (Notice the pitiful ice-cream potong sulking in the shadows?)

Korea- 1

It's been awhile.
I've been away- to Korea- for my raya vacation. I'm back, but my heart and soul is still lingering somewhere between Incheon International Airport, Winter Sonata and kimchi. Maybe not kimchi...wasn't what it was hyped up to be. Apparently, I HAD eaten kimchi before, in a Japanese restaurant, without knowing that it was what it was- every korean family meal's essential dish. If there is a category for "National food" (is there?), you can bet your money that, in korea, kimchi will definitely grab that title with it's hands down. As for winter sonata, I managed to finish the whole drama series with a TV marathon lasting almost 3 days. The trip converted me from a mild "Korean series are OK" to "I like them!".

There's a damn fly buzzing about. Don't laugh, but flies freak me out. Especially when they get drunk and knock into you every few seconds. This fly isn't drunk though. It's just lost inside this study full of metal, dead wood, plastic, glass, and me; totally cut off from nature that has it's fly-friendly foodstuff, rotten stuff and faeces in abundance. As pitiful as that puny insect may seem, I still harbour a sense of hatred towards its kind. Not JUST because it's dirty, gross and over-eyed(too many eyes:P). Part of this feeling is due to the fact that I was brought up with the mentality instilled in me that flies are a nuisance to society. The same concept applies to the mentality of a particular person, race or nation about something. We don't see what's behind the mask of a problem sometimes and overlook all the good aspects. We critisise others when we ourselves are blinded by our own lopsided mindset. That is why I believe justice can't be done 100%, not when the judges are humans; not when the laws are irregular and full of loopholes; not when an idiot can become the leader of a nation and declare war on the world because that's what he thinks is right for himself and his country while every other nation crumbles into chaos and destruction. Well, that hasn't happened yet, but who knows?

Wth, when did the attempt to post one about my vacation turn into yet another random thought about the world and its unfairness?

Anywho, the trip to korea was an eye-opener, revealing to me the interesting people who live there and their culture. I totally loved the scenery and the fresh air (bearing in mind that we had been through almost a month of the annual haze attack). The weather was fine too when there weren't gusts of wind that made me feel as if my face has just lost touch with the rest of my body. I'll give a more in-depth "report" in my next post. Too lazy to go into details now lah.
A couple of tests coming up this week. Midnight express, here we go again.


That lane made famous by winter sonata.


On a ferry surrounded by seagulls from Incheon to the mainland























Passport approved!

Reflective rant

During those days, I was doing fine. Doing great even. But now, the emergence of this competition is beginning to unsettle me. Who was I kidding when I decided that I will forever sit comfortably on this throne? But if the competition thinks that I will back down and watch her climb all over my head, she's wrong. [er.. did I say her? I mean, his/her] I won't ever back down in the heat of a battle; (though, I must say that this is just a one-sided battle since the competition doesn't even know that she is one) on the contrary, I shall step up the efforts and push my limits. Healthy competition is fine with me to the extent that I might add: I laugh in the face of competition. h a h a

Well, maybe I'm overreacting just a bit. It's just that, I've been resting on my laurels; lost in the mist of complacency that has blinded me all this while as I took a "rest" on a step in an endless stairway. This subsequently allowed the others to catch up; pull away; or widen the gap. I was a fool to think that I deserve a rest. Fortunately, this fool had an epiphany not too long ago and he is determined to continue his part arduous, part pleasant hike upwards. The life's journey of a learner has no limitations. It is just another delicate piece of puzzle piece that requires to be fitted into a larger picture.
Simple, yet not quite so when you're in the thick of it.
It's like football. Why do you need someone who, albeit not participating physically on the pitch (exception to the occasional punch-throwing, eardrum-bursting antics of some), is trusted to watch, give tactical advice and show public display of crudeness at anyone who gets on his/her nerves? Simply because someone needs to be on the sidelines, looking with a cool head at the situation. There's even a chinese saying that specifically emphasises this point- that "Onlooker is looking at clearer picture than compare wit Peeple who is IN situation itself "
Bah..
Then again, this is just another rage/boredom-induced rant, coming from a guy who (still) can't seem get his room organized or tidy, what less his life. Just yesterday, I slept at 5pm and woke up at 3am, wondering where my dinner had gone. Even my sleeping routine is in disarray now.
The fact that a set of keys can get "lost" in my room for almost 5 months epitomizes the extent of mess I sleep, in. Not that it's a pigsty or anything, cus it's untidy, not dirty. :P
Good luck to me on another 'mission impossible' to clean up the perennial mess that is my room. [Note to self: Nothing is impossible. - . - Who the heck told me that?]

Relaxing with only I and Me

If I ever begin my post with "today was like any other..." then I know that I should stop blogging because no one, not even MYSELF, wants to read something with "today was like any other". Hell, if I finally make that giant leap (or fall- it really depends on your stance on 'going crazy reading every other blog in the bloggosphere') from occasionally reading peep's blogs to a blog-hopping maniac, that sentence would make me lose my appetite and even throw me into the doldrums of being an anti-blog activist. There is no fuss here; I'm just making a point that I shouldn't start a post with that sentence. I really don't care what other people write in their blogs. And then, theres also this other thing about "freedom of speech and expression"...

Anyways, I started today with a Dynamics test. One which proved to be a really tough nut to crack. In the end, the nut remained uncracked while my brain was in shreds. "Here I go again," I thought to myself, "The typical, predictable Quiwan mid-semester slump*."
In order to get myself to release some tension, I decided to indulge myself in a little thing called shopping :P. Whoooo, a shopping spree!
Actually, it was more like going to pyramid (also known to some- by "some" i meant 1- as the demented mall), browse through 3-5 shops and get the pants and t-shirt which were badly needed to add some "flare" to my boring, boring wardrobe.
Then, I made my way to the cineplex, got the ticket for "the prada wears devil"**, some popcorn, and enjoyed almost 2 hours of good sarcastic humour plus some great, ice-cold acting by Meryl Steep (Anne did ok too, I guess).
The ending came a little too quick though. Other than that, a good show; at least it's not another run of the mill chick flic.
After the movie, I had lunch there in the mall as mum sms-ed me that they were having instant noodles for lunch. Blergh.
Overall, a good day of relaxatation with lots of 'alone time'.
I'm going to let myself do finish up a report that is due tomorrow. Good luck to me. Ciao!

Note(s)
*Quiwan's mid-sem. slump:- It's a customary thing for any of you whose name starts with a Q and ends with a '-uiwan' to watch your results plummet and rue your earlier laziness in the middle of a school/college semester.
**The prada wears devil:- The dumb-ass fella who was mending the ticket counter recommended that show, but sadly, I couldn't seem to find the show he mentioned. So, deciding against correcting that guy with the evil smirk behind the counter, I bought the ticket, printed "The Devil Wears Prada".

dreaming myself to sleep

The laziest tuesday has dropped by for a visit today. It seems like the tuesday we all know is gone; eloped together with all the industriousness that usually comes hand in hand with a working weekday. I have taken a long rest from blogging mostly because I couldn't get into that emotional state of blogging eagerness and enthusiasm. Then there was, still is, the computer *EHEM!* that is so slow, that it deserves a new name: Windows T-W 2006, aptly named after it's greatest attribute to me (which is of course, time-wasting).
As I torpidly attempt to breathe life into this post, I hope I don't fall asleep on the keyboard.

Last night, I had the weird-est dream. And I still remember a big chunk of it; probably because I just woke up about 30 minutes ago. Anywho, the dream revolved around me and my little bro running away from foam like monsters. I don't know how I put up with the dream-making department in my brain to come up with things like these. But I guess everyone does. It's the dreams we have, no matter how short, how lame or how lack of common sense it may be at times, that gives us some respite from our awfully monotonous life. It can never take over reality- I wouldn't approve, not with ghastly foam monsters popping out everywhere- but it contributes some part to that "freshness" you get in the morning(the other reason is that of rest, physically speaking)
I don't really believe in night-time dreams being prophecies as I haven't had a dream that actually shows me the future. The closest I've got to predicting the future was when those spasmodic prophetic daydreams hit. It's like six sense only that this is abit more of a 5.1 sense. When the events happen, you get that deja vu sensation running through your veins. Hey, at least they have a specific short phrase to describe that(plus, it adds that click to the tongue which makes it lovable too :P) Or else, one would've struggled to describe that feeling and end up embarrassed and being looked upon by others as a fruitcake.
My parents and little bro returned to dad's hometown this morning, leaving the house to me. And my sister, and my house-guest, and the other person, and the lizards... you get the point. I was expecting a little more room and alone-time at home. I want to add some other stuff in here but I can't get myself to be more philosophical this morning, so maybe some other day.
NOOooo!! I just realized that we don't have Milo!?! WTF??? How can a Malaysian kitchen be deprived of the quintessential ingredient that puts the "Malaysian" in the Malaysian kitchen!!
But who's gonna get their lazy butt out of the house on the morning of this lazy tuesday public holiday, drive out to that remote convenient store far far away and get some fresh haze into his/her lungs.
Not me.

Sometimes, I wonder if I would forever be plagued by my flu-prone body. Yes, I know it runs in the family. But I can't put up with a cold bout every month anymore. Those close to me would know that when I say I'm a martyr to the common cold, I mean it. All I can do now is to hope some brilliant whacko scientist comes up with a weapon to wipe out the ever-mutating virus from the face of the earth forever. I can't be too hopeful though, since research efforts are more biased to creating new ways to deform humanity. That, or they're continuing their futile efforts without much help from the BIG MEN in power to stop global warming from melting more ice. So, basically, everyone is fussing about ways to stop (or start) trends that would eventually lead to the demise of us human beings. If they're not vigilant enough, the virus deemed insignificant to their field of research would inflict a vital stab wound in their backs, and that, my friend, would be the end of human life on earth as told by me. :P

Who doesn't hate the common cold?

Link to previous blog

Hiding and seeking

When I read disheartening articles or even snippets of short comments from critics, who seem to take lambasting everything they can see in the country as a secret sport amongst themselves, I get this uncanny urge to slap someone. Yeah, I know that not everything is perfect. And I also happen to notice that things aren't even a thousand miles close to perfect nowadays.
Ahhh. It's times like this that I wish I can become my naive, closed-up self and separate myself from reality; hide myself in a corner, while I'm at that, where I can finally do all the reading I want at least.

Recently, I found that it was taking too long for me to finish my panda book.. or rather, "eats, shoots, and leaves" by Lynne Truss, which I've been reading for almost two weeks. WThell?? I wanna seek the lost "fast-reader" in me. Lol. Speaking of that book, I feel obliged to inform any English book loving person that it is worth your money for two main reasons:

1. It teaches correct punctuation and very accurately describes the plight our little points that are "traffic signals of language: they tell us to slow down, notice this, take a detour, and stop." quoting Truss in pg 7.
2. It provides humour. (Especially when you're stuck with the incredibly uninteresting shift of sitting at a booth whilst trying to pull people to join your club, and there isn't anyone around to pull as most of them are in class)

And then, there's still my unfinished blog site here that needs more effort in the construction department; the lazy workers are probably slacking off, taking advantage of my not-so-savvy computer skills and chuckling behind the screen of this very post at the minuscule amount of work they have to do in comparison with their counterparts who're under seasoned bloggers.

I'm still working on it OKaaay.. give me this weekend. And I'll get it right.

Intro: A glimpse of the days to come

Pic. courtesy of https://aarinfreephoto.com/

Hey,
I'm Quiwan and this would be my first post here on "Quiwan's search for Eternal Sunshine" *stops to catch my breath*. I could've stuck to my previous blog title- "Quiwan's". But in its stead, I had to opt for this long, breath snatching one.

"what's with the name?", you may ask. If what you wanted to ask about was the blog's name, I gotta say that it wasn't planned as an "Operation Rescue the PM" might've been planned. It was kinda a spontaneous, first-name-that-pops-into-my-head thing. Note: Brace yourselves for more off the cuff antics by Mr. Impromptu cum Mr. Clumsy here.(And maybe some unintentional errors here, there, and everywhere.)

Back to the other question about MY name... Well, I can't say that I don't get that often. In fact, I was just mistaken by a staff from my college last week as a Korean. She brought me around college and guided me while I was filling in the enrolment forms in order to begin my 3rd sem at INTI* college. And what did I do to repay her? I made her smile fade so abruptly that I almost found it funny(ALmost..) by telling her I'm a local. For those who don't know me, I'm a Malaysian through and through.
My name is weird. But I think I'll live. End of story.

As this is my first post here, you would think that it's in nature that I should start spilling everything about myself... Well, I'm gonna beg for your humble apologies here as I won't be doing that. What I'm going to do is: I will divulge the dull secrets of my life, background and history bit by bit through post like this one.
Posts would probably roll out on a weekly basis :P.. I can't spend my time blogging ALL the time, can I? (Just in case, that was a rhetorical question okaay -.-)

As for now, I'm glad I started this blog at long last. Lets get this blog rolling!

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