Take the test and gauge how much you know Mr. Quwan here.

Create your own Friend Test here
Thanks for participating! :D Have a nice day to all.

From the couch, to the office

Last night, I was minding my own business in the living room, day-dreaming overtime, when dad called home. After a short exchange, mum simply said "Quiwan, are you free this break?". Before I could answer, she said "Yes" to the receiver. Frankly, I knew what was coming during that nanosecond right between her question and the it being processed in my brain. I knew it, which was why I struggled to give her an answer as I couldn't lie and say "I'm NOT FREE this holidays! Don't let me work!!". Before I could think of a white lie, before any action could be taken at all to obviate myself from doom, the damage was done. Right there and then:

"Quiwan, go to work in papa's office tmr."

NOOooOoOoOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo~
(think Luke and Vader)

I had a short, violent fit on the spot. loL. right.
I was devastated. My holiday plans, which involved a series of planned reads, tv shows, computer eye-glueing (gluing my eyes to the screen, that is), sleeping, day-dreaming, all ruined,
*poof* *Kabootssh* *crumble crumble* *whhhssshh*
right out the window. See! I'm so emotionally destroyed that I am not only unable to put together words to express the way I feel, but also reduced to using poofs and kabootsshs.
Reasons why I couldn't just say NO? Actually, I just need ONE. Simply put, I really don't have other better plans for my break ><. I then made a short list in my head regarding the few important items that would be essential in fighting against boredom today. But, being me, I forgot half of the things on the list when I woke up this morning. And among the weapons to combat dullness that I brought, i.e. One mp3 player and one book, I forgot the batteries for my music player, which leaves me with the book. In retrospect, all I can say is: Thank god for dilbert. Not that I didn't learn anything engineering-wise today. It's just that, in long stretches of time I had to wait for my dad to return to the office to explain what and how I'm supposed to do something. And you don't count it by the minutes, you use hours. >< style="font-style: italic;">friend The book's like kiam chai already... Don't kill me when I return it cus it was already like that when you lent it to me.) Spent the next hour+ reading, skipping chapters here and there, when I found a particularly witty comment about the relationship between a cow and a coworker. I think I laughed out loud when I read that and someone outside heard me. He/she probably thought I'd lost it.
Rest of the day passed without any major incidents.

Not til I got home and (excuse the corniness) begun to really appreciate the homey warmth that nowhere else on earth can better, especially the comforts offered by the cozy TVcouch.

I have to tell myself though, that my break will only last a fortnight.
Don't get too cosy now.

Post-Finals

Something always goes wrong when I'm typing text into Opera, which is why I'm using Mozilla now. I'll try to figure out what's wrong with my internet browser some other time -.-.

The break is finally here.
The drawing paper went OK. I was so nervous that I was shaking, slightly, as I pushed my ruler and pencil into work. Then, as time was running out, I could even feel rivulets of sweat flowing down my back. Thank god that's all over, for now.
I was about to write more on our post-exam celebrations, but decided to leave it out. Mainly cause I'm sleepy :P.

The library of endless short clips that is youtube grabbed my attention today as I was introduced to "funtwo" and "Emmanuel", both are awesome guitarists. I particularly loved funtwo's rendition of Conan. It showed when I watched the clip after its 4 minute download and was elated after a mere 2seconds into the video. His fingers were really flying all over the guitar and I was left mesmerized and, weirdly, happier than I was before I played the clip. The power of music was in play I guess. Perhaps that is one reason why I'm willing to travel back and forth every week for the lesson.

Really sleepy, even though I stayed at home all day, save for dinner, and even though I slept for 10 hours last night. I'm becoming a little piggy just 2 days after my finals, can't imagine what state I'd be in come the start of the next semester. XP

The wrong end of the rainbow

People always talk about finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but all I can see at the end of this rainbow is one big lecture from mum and dad,
a depressing day of collecting my results, and one heavy guilty burden I have to carry for the rest of the year. I've set myself a target for next sem. And if I don't achieve it. It will go one step further in showing that I'm useless as a student. The only way I can stop all these, the only way to step up against all the adversities I face is to prove what I'm worth. I haven't gone this far (literally: Nilai isn't exactly the capital of the world) to give up just because of one semesters screw-up.
You don't have to tell me that I shouldn't jump to conclusions as the results aren't out yet, cause I know, I sat for all 3 lousy papers after all. I know what's coming and I'm gonna face it head on.

I can blame this on the inability to settle properly into campus life; I can point fingers at my group of friends; I can put the blame on the lecturer. But to be realistic,
I might as well admit that all of this was my own wrongdoing.
It was MY screw-up. I've made a mess out of things before and actually got out of it. It's time for that again. Wish me luck.
One more exam. Drawing.
It has come to this, has it? I'm gonna bank on my fucking drawing skills to save my sorry ass. The time for repent is now Quiwan, now.

mistakes(?)

The worst that could happen to me in my daily life, linguistically speaking, is being unable to remember or grasp a certain word I know I've stored in my head. I don't know what they call this in the psychology world, but I'd like to see it as the workers in my brain misplacing a certain file in the vast library of memory. The lousy analogy aside, these things do happen, just like how shit happens. (lol.. been hearing that alot lately). But what I'm try to point out here isn't this spasm of lost memory, it's knowing when to look at it, saying "It's just another blip in my head, everything's fine" and when to say "Shit, I'm gonna lose half of my English vocabulary sooner or later".
Oh btw, I was browsing through some of my old posts and noticed some mistakes but was a tad too lazy to put it right. - . -

But I digress...

I don't know if what Ihave will be stored in this vault of mine forever, or that when I don't use it frequently, it would just dissipate into thin air.  

It never fails to make me sigh when I look back and let the paths I've chosen fall under my own scrutiny. 
"Turn back", you say? 
Well, I don't think it would be wise if I were to give up now.
No matter what they all say about picking the one you love most, I think that It's all a matter of sacrificing one obvious choice for another. No use looking at things through hindsight. Might be better if we focus our vision on foresight instead.
Took me some time scratching off examples for this situation in my head. Turns out that my imaginative cells are all asleep tonight. :P
I'll just have to save the rest of my thoughts somewhere in the library up there and hope that those in charge will be able to find it when I start searching for it in the future.

Updates: march 22nd - April 2nd

After such a long hiatus, I can finally start publishing blog posts again.
My comp was one big screwed up machine, creating a chaotic reign of messy files and folders. The last time I checked, it still is (even after reformatting).

Anyhow.. Updates:

The pictures for our drum performance two weeks ago as promised...




















Pic with some of my fellow drummers >>>>>>




























>>>>>Another pic that was taken after the show.
(We spent FOREVER in our own photography session ><>




__________________________________________________________________________________

On the 24th, old Big ears came to town. It was only proper for a few of us, namely Chin Shen, Juan, Pao and I to pay the much coveted European C.L. trophy a visit during its sojourn in the Klang Valley.

Set off for the Curve at approximately 6pm.
I almost forgot how much crap we can produce when we get stuck in small enclosed spaces together i.e. My car.

Initial plan was to get ourselves some tickets for Mr. Bean's holiday, but had to settle for touching the Cup(and waiting a lengthly hour in queue in order to lay our hands on a VIP pass). We got there eventually, and were required to answer a few football-related questions correctly to win the tickets. This is juan, admiring Ronaldinho's Jersey.

After obtaining the tickets, we got behind ANOther line, but this time, we were waiting to rest our hands upon Big Ears itself.


Park's Jersey, decorated with autographs... which reminds me that it won't be long before MY surname will be seen on the back of a Man Utd jersey in the EPL.


Trophy in my hands :D
______________________________________________________________________________

Last weekend, I took the 3 hour journey back to Sitiawan (my dad's hometown; one I consider my own). This was for the annual Qing Ming festival where most Chinese would pay respects to their ancestors at their graves by cleaning up, and for some, burning paper houses, 'hell notes' and whatnot. Others would just place some flowers after all the cleaning.

One day before visiting the cemetery, I went ahead with the decision I made a week ago in college. I was on my way to a house barber in my kampung after 3 grueling dotA matches with my cousin. My mission: Get a haircut... not just any haircut; a crew cut a.k.a. Botak.. (not exactly a skinhead... but it's short enough><.. and if you are really observant, you might see a line halfway across my head :P) This is me at the chong hua independent school's drum performance (with the inti 24 solar drum club)

We were at chong hua high school to watch their first drum concert. And what a performance they gave us. I was mesmerized, touched and awed all at once at one point cus the exuberance and showmanship displayed on stage that night was phenomenal. It was wonderfully creative to boot. I've never seen drums being ...what do you call it?.. drummed by broomsticks.
Summary: Had a splendid night watching the drum concert at Chong Hua (jln ipoh, which is incidentally one of my friend's alma mater)
_________________________________________________________________

Yesterday, as I was playing around with my roommate's comp (with his permission la of course) V- a friend from the drum club- barged into my room and said "Quiwaaan, let's go watch a movie! Let's go!" And that is how the all craziness of that night started (and lasted til 12). I won't hesitate to put the blame squarely on V for ruining my plans to study and to leave some of my other friends in the lurch :P..
We ended up in my car, 5 of us. Three of em I knew quite well, the other two... erm.. not particularly close.
The spontaneity of the whole thing made the trip to Seremban all the more exciting. Fatfat's presence, combined with V and Ah pek hao was enough to overflow the car with the lamest jokes... And that's not necessarily bad. The only girl-Y.Jun- joined in for god-knows-what reasons. It was either due to V's persuasiveness (which I doubt has any effects at all) or her own urge to do something that would defy convention.
Lol.. the funny thing was, we were all wearing shorts and slippers... another one of V's SMART ideas. It was his idea to smuggle sushi and herbal eggs into the cinema too. Because of the darned shorts and slippers, it felt like the Artic in there. Only y.J was smart enough to bring her jacket along. >.<>> Forest of Death. (no comment.. go watch it yourself.. hehehehh.. *evil smirk*)

kkk. It's bed time for me. May the month of April treat you well!
[finals are just 2 weeks away...M-U-S-T STUDY!!]