Selamat Hari Raya

Awww.

Something New

Recently, I acquired a new phone. I'm not gonna tell what phone I bought but yes, I have a new phone. It's been a week since I have owned this phone. So far, so good (touch wood). The touch has been good. Typing sms's has not been a problem. The browser too is good. Youtube is surprisingly fast. Now since I have this phone, I've been reading up a lot about it. Trying to get maximum use of it. So in theory, I should be an iPhone hater. So since I'm a convert now. Here's a picture to prove that I truly hate the iPhone. Bare in mind, I have an iPod Touch. I still love it. Sorry for hating your sibling. I still love you iPod Touch.*I got this picture from some site. So read this properly. THIS IS PICTURE IS NOT DERIVED FROM MY CREATIVE MIND. DON'T SUE ME. THANK YOU.
*To those who are a little bit slow, the iPhone does not have video calling capabilities. And my phone has. Hence the picture. Thank you.
*Sorry Kak Long. Thank you.

Freefall

Imagine doing your first sky dive. Your adrenaline is pumped. You just can't wait to get off that plane to experience something new. A different form of floating to a certain extent. Having the wind brush against your face making you look rather foolish. You jump off that plane, WOOOOOOO. Everything seems fine. You get that adrenaline rush everyone's talking about. The time to pull your chute has come, but it gets jammed. You panic. But then you realise that you still have your reserve. All havoc restored. Not really. Your reserve also jammed up. The chute got stuck under your main one. Now you get all panicky. You start having flashes of your 46 years of living. You suddenly pray to God. Most probably, in a matter of seconds, you die. I mean, what are the odds of surviving a freefall 30,000 feet?

But believe or not, people have survived from that high up. It's incredible actually.
Check this out.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vesna_Vulovi%C4%87

Thats all. The post was planned better in my head. It looks crap now. But what the hell.

Divided Emotions

Raya's approaching. This coming Sunday to be exact. But it's different this time around for my family. The reason's are not to be blogged about but it's just not the same. Life is hard. It's sometimes unfair. I'm sure many people have gone through their ups and downs. And I'm sure I have a long way to go before I can sit down on my rocking chair and just chill while I see my kids struggling, studying for finals, last minute assignments, failed love life. So many things. I would like to quote Renton of Trainspotting.

"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?"

This doesn't mean I'm gonna get addicted to heroin or anything. I've not poked any drugs into me mind. I just find that movie "Trainspotting", awesome. I watched that movie and "Snatch" recently, and I find that I love British movies. Or atleast movies with British actors/actress. I guess their type of humor is a little bit different than the norm. I loved "Run Fatboy Run", "Hot Fuzz", "Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels". I think I just love their accent. Ah, life.

BABIES

Snowy recently gave birth to two guinea babies. One of them is all white with red eyes. And has a mixture of black and brown all over it. The white one is gonna be called Bino, because well it's all white. The other one, I still haven't figured out a name for it yet. But anyway, I'll be posting pictures of them soon. I just got my DSLR back. So expect pictures to be up in a few days. Bino is super cute by the way. She can't squeak. She tries so hard to squeak but all that comes out of her mouth is air and a little clicking sound. Damn cute I say. That's all for now but be wary of a picture update later. See ya.

Zee Avi

I'm not sure whether you've heard of this name before. Her name came out several times a day in our local radio station. You might have listened to her song though not know of her name. Well, I'm spreading her fame here by letting you people out there know of her existence. Unfortunately, I think I have a very limited amount of readers. I sound so pathetic but what the hell, I'll just write this entry anyway.

Zee Avi. She's a Malaysian artist from Miri. Two months ago, I think, she appeared on Carson Daly. Carson "Freaking" Daly, the dude who used to host TRL on MTV. Anyway, I think her voice is so soothing. It's so different compared to the songs we've been listening everytime we head to work or wherever. She's something like Yuna I suppose, another Malaysian artist by the way. Anyway, I just like her voice. So Corinne Bailey Rae. It's a cool song to listen to when you're studying or just laying down on your hammock while enjoying the evening breeze. That sounded gay but seriously, I'm pretty sure many people would enjoy moments like that. So peaceful.

On a different note, Monash is not a club scene. It's not like Maison or Zouk or Euphoria. I was at the library just now (yes, I do visit the library occasionally) and outside the library, there were people playing loud music. And I do mean damn loud music. If it was Zee Avi, Yuna, or James Morrison music, I don't mind. But nooo, it's some trance Lady Gaga remix club edition music. I mean, what the hell, it's a freaking university! Okay, you can't always have tutorials and lectures and stuff. But chose the right time for these sort of events please. I saw many disgruntled faces when the music got too loud. And many people left the library because of the major distraction (I might have exaggerated).

It's been awhile since my last update hasn't it. Now I feel like writing and writing. You know, I want a lot of things. I want to buy the Nokia 5730 or maybe the Nokia 5800. I also want to get myself a Rayban Aviator. I want to buy lots of PS3 games. I want to buy lots of cool DVDs. I want to collect football jerseys. But the problem is, I don't have any money. And when I do get the money, I just don't feel like spending it. I mean, all the things I've listed down are all just luxuries. I don't need any of them. I sure can survive without them. But why? Why are we all driven by this unnecessary want? Is it greed? Is it just the idea of owning such a fancy gadget getting to us? Is it the peer pressure? The want to blend in with the crowd? It's a combination of all of those really. I recently acquired an iPod touch. Prior to getting it, I was excited. Beyond words. But, honestly, that feeling didn't last very long. Don't get me wrong, I still do love my iPod touch. I think it's a wonderful piece of an item. But I was brainwashed by the idea of having it. The idea of owning such a luxury item. We are all guilty of this. I guess it's just our guilty pleasure.

Cleaning Out My Closet

It's been awhile since my last update. Must be the holiday syndrome where nobody ever updates their blogs once it's the holiday season. Anyway, I've been thinking about the timetables in Monash and the timetables when I was in Taylors ICPU. I loved the way I studied in ICPU. It's so different to when I was at school and Monash.

In ICPU, the timetable was more like this;

Lets say I have a 9am Calculus on Monday, on Tuesday at 9am I still have Calculus. And it goes on till Friday. It's a daily routine. In Monash though, if I have Calculus on Monday, the next time I'll have Calculus again is on the next Monday.

Maybe I'm complaining too much. But I think I learn more the ICPU style. Seriously. My grades have dropped by quite a lot compared to my time in ICPU. I used to score 80s, but now I can only manage 60s. Ah, whatever. Just another rant. See ya.