2011

My resolutions for 2011 are as follows:

1. Study more, be less lazy, procrastinate less and try to doodle less during boring lectures.
2. Time management since I’m a normal human with insufficient arms to juggle so much things.
3. Improve culinary skills like baking and cooking.
4. Visit a country outside Russia during summer break.
5. Be more socialized, however.. I realised that I already am.
6. Be less evil, less stupid and set a perimeter from such people.
7. Sacrifice more.
8. Grow up more.
9. Save more money!
10. Sleep more; maybe less
11. Ignore more redundant useless minor things and focus on the other 10 resolutions.

С Новым Годом! Happy New Year!

Last day of 2010 was well spent with a bunch of buddies at Shen Yew’s place, had steamboat/buffet prepared by these awesome seniors.

Random shots since everyone was snapping pictures randomly. Digital Cameras, DSLRs you name it!

Had liquor, game of cards with looser sipping through a plastic whisky cup of concoction we made: sambal, curry, liquor, soup, oil, coke all mixed together… and more drinking.

We had round 2 back in our hostel, my room. Started off with international Skype call with Eelin’s sister in Sandakan.

More drinking with Dennis, Mike, Bernard, Eelin, Leet Liang & Yu Jaan and of course.. some illegal talk. Practically doing illegal stuff that are all legal.

Great food, great drinks, great friends, great times, great year.

Hiatus Explained

Hiatus explained:

Too lazy to dig through my drawer to find the cable and transferring pictures and videos to upload for Christmas Day celebration

Attended MSA election after class and rehearsal on Monday; 8.30AM till 9PM

New Year concert in University, shall not elaborate on that. A great day concluded because Kho Leet Liang sacrificed his time just to get disappointment. 

MSA 1st year fund raising meeting, food experimenting process, flyers designing process and etc; all due on 8th January.

Jesus Embassy [J.E] flyers designing process, printing and distributing. Decoration plan for Xmas/New Year church event and multimedia projects all due before 4th January.

Anatomy class at 10.30AM tomorrow; progressing like snail since holidays are near and I've lost all my motivation to even move a muscle.

MCSC CNY decoration project; pending. 

With all this to juggle, how the bloody heck am I suppose to contact people half across the world you tell me?!

If anyone asks me again: "When are you going to reply my text/skype/msn/mail.." I swear.. 

By the way... MY DIRTY/HORNY INDIAN ROOM MATE IS FINALLY GONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Best Christmas present ever!

Sharifah’s Birthday

We celebrated our Singaporean/Malaysian friend, Sharifah’s birthday a day after Christmas at Shaihana.

Birthday girl snapping pictures with her 12 megapixel Satio

A post Christmas/birthday celebration ended with a perfect chocolate strawberry cheese cake

Christmas 2010

On Christmas Eve, I was studying because on Christmas day I had test on Chemistry. The Christmas excitement and joy was a huge hurdle for me, most probably I was obligating my brain to concentrate diminutively and mainly glaring blankly on my lecture notes.

Anyways, it has already turned to dust.

My Christmas was great this year, I attended a gathering at the biggest indoor stadium here in Volgograd witnessing the best performance by Russians and Malaysians ourselves!

Here’s a video I took when the girls performed during the celebration.

We had a choir team  as well for the night.

Awesome video made by Jonah and Eccleston that was shown publically to all Russians.

Next I had dinner/supper with Lily & Kelvin, more like a Christmas family dinner since they’ve always been taking good care of me here in Russia. Engaging ourselves in conversations about our lives and plans as well as visions.

It’s easy to be absorbed at things I can learn from a 6th year and 4th year senior, feeling so small but yet so big.

Christmas, a season to be grateful and appreciate things that happened to me throughout this entire year.

Good or bad I’m sure God has reasons behind them; why be pessimistic and fret about everything?

Christmas Eve 2010

Christmas Eve was well spent with my ‘family’ here. Well and contended despite missing the fun and warmth back in Malaysia. I’m sure I had doubled the fun in Russia here.

Found this uberly adorable kitten in Jun’s place that I couldn’t resist hugging it all day long, Russian cats are all so far and fluffy!

Endless chopping, dicing, tasting, flavouring, roasting… basically hard core preparation. On the other hand, intense gaming in Big Boss Yew Veen’s room. 

There was Lily, Kelvin, Jun, Dennis, Eelin, Mike, Leet Liang, Yew Veen, Jason & his Russian girlfriend and myself of course.

Heavenly food credits to everyone. Roast Chicken, chicken stroganoff, spaghetti Bolognese, Sheppard's pie, salad, jelly, pudding and fruit punch.

Great friends, great times, great food summed up to a great Christmas Eve dinner. Last but not least…

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Winter Solstice

If I were back in my hometown, I would probably spend time with my grandparents making these colourful glutinous rice balls or ‘tang yuan’.

I had my bowl of ‘tang yuan’ yesterday thanks to Eelin, who practically spent 3 hours in the kitchen doing it for most of us hostel mates. Brown sugar with ginger.

I was supposedly to cover all the parts for Temporal & Parietal bone for Anatomy but ended up cramming for 2 hours and the next 2 hours engaging in random conversations with Mike & Dennis and by the time I wanted to read on canals, ‘Shit! It was 12.10AM already’

So I crammed everything in till it was 3AM

Thank you Eelin Tan for ‘tang yuan’ and a 5- for Anatomy.

Mораль

For those who understands Russian, here's a good story I got from the university's forum site.

Как-то раз один человек вернулся поздно домой с работы, как всегда усталый и задёрганный, и увидел, что в дверях его ждёт пятилетный сын.

- Папа, можно у тебя кое-что спросить?

- Конечно, что случилось?

- Пап, а сколько ты получаешь?

- Это не твоё дело! - возмутился отец. - И потом, зачем это тебе?

- Просто хочу знать. Пожалуйста, ну скажи, сколько ты получаешь в час?

- Ну, вообще-то, 500. А что?

- Пап- - сын посмотрел на него снизу вверх очень серьёзными глазами. 

- Пап, тыможешь занять мне 300?

- Ты спрашивал только для того, чтобы я тебе дал денег на какую-нибудь дурацкую игрушку? - закричал тот. - Немедленно марш к себе в комнату и ложись спать! Нельзя же быть таким эгоистом! Я работаю целый день, страшно устаю, а ты себя так глупо ведешь.

Малыш тихо ушёл к себе в комнату и закрыл за собой дверь. А его отец продолжал стоять в дверях и злиться на просьбы сына. Да как он смеет спрашивать меня о зарплате, чтобы потом попросить денег? Но спустя какое-то время он успокоился и начал рассуждать здраво: Может, ему действительно что-то очень важное нужно купить. Да чёрт с ними, с тремя сотнями, он ведь ещё вообще ни разу у меня не просил денег . Когда он вошёл в детскую, его сын уже был в постели.

- Ты не спишь, сынок? - спросил он.

- Нет, папа. Просто лежу, - ответил мальчик.

- Я, кажется, слишком грубо тебе ответил, - сказал отец. - У меня был тяжелый день, и я просто сорвался. Прости меня. Вот, держи деньги, которые ты просил.

Мальчик сел в кровати и улыбнулся.

- Ой, папка, спасибо! - радостно воскликнул он.

Затем он залез под подушку и достал еще несколько смятых банкнот. Его отец,увидев, что у ребенка уже есть деньги, опять разозлился. А малыш сложил вседеньги вместе, и тщательно пересчитал купюры, и затем снова посмотрел на отца.

- Зачем ты просил денег, если они у тебя уже есть? - проворчал тот.

- Потому что у меня было недостаточно. Но теперь мне как раз хватит, - ответил ребенок. - Папа, здесь ровно пятьсот. Можно я куплю один час твого времени?Пожалуйста, приди завтра с работы пораньше, я хочу чтобы ты поужинал вместе с нами.

Why I Should Be A Scriptwriter

Selfish Smartass

"Real geniuses are not afraid of sharing information because they know that individual glory doesn't measure up against team win."

A fairly good advice from Kay Chai currently being Americanized in Seattle.

Here's a situation, what happens when you faced a mind blockage and you desperate seek for help from a friend and instantaneously being rejected mercilessly?

"Hey, can help me up with this? I don't understand.."

"Huh! Lazy to bother awh..." *Ignores or maybe just act plain dumb as if he/she doesn't get the message*

I swear, that is T-H-E most loathsome & abhorrent thing a person can react. As if proving to me that I know and I'm taking the initiative or free time just to B-O-T-H-E-R to ask for fun.

Wtf right?

Another example:

“Hey what’s the definition for this-this-this?”

“Just find it… *blabbers some shit on some particular page*”

It’s so obvious that I have no idea where the hell is the definition and you’re still insisting on repeatedly telling me which page and which paragraph? Thanks for the help, VERY SINCERE indeed.

My point is, not everyone is able to catch up and absorb things fast enough. Unfortunately I am not being able to do so in certain subjects. But that doesn’t mean that I’m a total idiot who doesn’t deserve much help from someone who know, right?

I’m asking for help because I have trust that this particular person is willing to help, somehow… it proved me wrong. Certain group of smart people just want to bury their knowledge with them in their grave and not even bother to share an inch or even nanometers to others.

Just a release of tension on what happened yesterday, lesson learned. Redundant to beg or even waste an once on people who doesn’t want to help. 

Too much to do, too little time. A phrase so familiar but yet never managed to pull it through leisurely. I'll drag and lug my body and crawl my way through it with or without you.

God, lend me a hand...please

A Buddy

“For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.”

Consoling always heals a broken soul. Sharing eases any burden weighed on one’s shoulder. It takes more than fate and to find someone who is willing to do so.

I remembered back in the days when people will ask me: “Who’s your best friend?”

I normally go on ecstatically pointing in bizarre directions starting counting and naming one after the other. Yes, it was once that simple, innocent and happy.

The numbers started to get lesser as we grow up, it approaches to a point where not much counting is required and I started to wonder: “Who’s my best friend currently?”

My most recent conversation had me stunned for a sec or two when someone questioned me: “Hey.. so-and-so and you are like.. buddies!” I replied without hesitation: “Yeah! We’re cool, travel mates and room mates as well as batch mates!”

But I’m embarrassed to say that he’s my best friend, disgraced that I' actually do not understand a bit about this friend of mine and vice versa he knows almost everything about me.    

Not everyone wants to share, some people can handle things their own way. Why put everyone in my position? If it was me 10 years ago… I’ll probably ditch this person and change a so-called new best friend. But no, not everyone share their stories and problems with people.

It takes a long time to built a solid friendship; don’t loose anyone around you. Appreciate friends around you because they are the ones that helped you grow up to who you will be in the future.

“ Part of me wishes that I could forget you too. Forget meeting you, finding out what you are and everything that has happened. ”

Elena Gilbert – The Vampire Diaries

Winter, Cam, Lyrics

If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The Band Perry - If I Die Young

Here's the day you hoped would never come
Don't feed me violins
just run with me through rows of speeding cars.
The paper cuts the cheating lovers
The coffee's never strong enough
i know you think it's more than just bad luck

Imogen Heap – Speeding Cars

Pup & Sausage Bun

I had my grocery shopping a few weeks back with Eelin, the snow was harsh with tiny frosts pricking my face and merely crashing my spectacles. Gloves and scarf seemed to work their way through the blizzard, what more to say those rich ladies with full furred coat?

They look stunning and staggering in poise but not elegant at all! Come on? Fur? They’re practically wearing animals on their body.

How can one not feel sympathy or solicitude at this photograph?

Outside a mall on my way back from grocery shopping, Eelin & I saw this poor puppy barely able to move in thick snow with a couple or two others gathered around it. It was howling and crying for food.

A kind couple dumped him a sausage bun, it nibbled for a while and finally gobbled it down.

I swear, my heart nearly melted. Most will think “Common’ it’s only a lousy dog… pffft'”

Trust me, if I were to set priorities between animals and humans; clearly humans will always come second after an animal. 

Blogger’s Dilemma

GAH!
GAH!
GAH!

I’m having this sudden urge to migrate from Blogger to Wordpress, I googled through the entire web to acquire solutions regarding transferring my entire database from Blogger to Wordpress.

Such a self proclaimed geek tech freak I know.

Been blogging here for more than 3 years, yes no doubt that Blogger is really simple and easy to customize but I always have the need to tweak and have something more sophisticated that I managed to find on blogs under Wordpress.

Further more, blogger has really upsetting themes compared to Wordpress and Tumblr.

I’m facing a blogger’s dilemma, far more complicated and harder than swallowing an entire Anatomy Atlas.

Plastics

Bliss comes knocking on the door when you’re done with 5 questions of Chemistry questions regarding Heterogenous Processus and your mind relieved and satisfied from Anatomy quiz, accompanied by great songs with great lyrics by Lifehouse.

1st year of Med school is tough, I can really say that it is! I’m crawling and gasping day by day. Counting the days, I still have approximately 5 more years to come. It may seem long but like what all seniors used to tell us:

“Enjoy your years studying, cause’ working is another real hell of reality that hits you right on the face – mercilessly.”

I dreamed to graduate from Med school, so that I can continue my studies maybe after housemanship in Plastic Surgery. *Slaps self* Brat, you’re dreaming way ahead of you! 

In Russia itself, it’s well accepted and openly acknowledged by everyone. That’s a huge poster on Plastic Surgery I passed through most of the time on my way back. A portion of you might be questioning… ‘Why change nature?’ ‘Why modify creations that God has made?’ ‘Why going against the flow and create mutants?’

The point is, it’s with good will. I believe everyone deserve to feel safe, secure and satisfied with themselves. Confidence can be achieved by some walks of life when it comes to appearance; I know I do.

Imagine living with a face 60% severely burned? Or maybe a huge dent on one’s nose? How can a person live normally like this?

It has always been my dream to sculpt the beauty and perfecting the imperfect.

Plastic Surgery takes an addition of 6 or more years, and if this brat still hangs on firmly to this dream of his; hopefully someday I will be a plastic surgery.

Never Put Yourself Last

My ever loyal companion that I read everyday on my iPod Touch before I sleep apart from the Bible, here’s one of my favourites; read on 29th October.

Now back to drawing, oh wait! Not drawing… Anatomy. I’m confused whether I’m studying for Anatomy for simply unconsciously not realizing that I’m drown and indulged in shading, sketching bone structures.

Francium

It's all about compression, all about possessing the ability to sustain every single information you have between those pity neurons you have. I find it hard to believe it myself that so much things can happen within a day less than 24 hours.

Secrets

Knowing secrets is a good thing, it shows how much a friend trusts you. Now position yourself in my place, where I unintentionally know something - unwillingly, inadvertently, accidentally. It's extremely laborious to digest all of this and what more to keep it safe and sealed with me when it involves a friend of mine? 

I find my brain like Francium, going to explode any second by the minute. I seek help from a few friends of mine like Eelin & Mike with their ears so sore and inflamed listening to my long winding lecture, and of course bringing in Dennis as a female character [do not question me why].

Another encounter today, not sure whether it's fated or not. But I seemed to give certain people a wrong impression, not in a negative way. Just... in a way I find it less pleasing and uncomfortable.

It's against my nature, against what's written in my imaginary Oxford dictionary, against my Tangent of a straight line.

I don't blame them. Maybe they do not know me well enough? Obviously. Those who know me personally would know that I have a dozen of halos above my head, shinning and beaming brightly with a heart pure as snow.

Don't believe me? Ask Kho Leet Liang.

I have so many things happening, it's weird cause' some has totally nothing related to me. Literally. Whereas somethings just continue to worsen and worsen by the day I want to shut and lock myself in the room and just rot.

Bear me, I'm typing with emotion not by worrying brooding over who reads my blog or to desperately gain readers or any means. 

I screwed up so badly by not knowing how to explain what is 'initial phase' in Simple Harmonic Motion. Okay, I know what the hell is it but how the bloody heck am I supposed to derive every single element from what's been taught in lecture a couple of days ago?

Agitated. Not so, since I bought 550 rubles worth of travel pass which means I can travel to wherever I want via bus or train around Volgograd. No more panicking whether I have 10 rubles for rides, I can blissfully swiftly open my wallet and show to the conductor.

I feel upgraded.

Ungraded in a bad way in some means. 

S.H.M for Sunday

You know that you’re absolutely insane when you reached a simple equation that requires you to find angular frequency of a particle given acceleration, displacement, hitting the calculator a million times when you reached 16 = -w^2 just to get a ‘negative’ sign as the answer and worst..

Being an idiot you doubt that ‘why the shit is there a ‘negative’?!!

Allow genius brat to explain to idiot brat: “Shift square root with the bloody ‘negative’ sign to 16 and of course you’ll obtain a logically answer of –4! Idiot!”

Enough of all this crap, I drew a caricature of Joker the other night. Been stuffing myself so much with Physics today; entirely engulfed my Sunday just like that. No rotting, no sleeping just Physics and bits of doodling between intervals.

Every formula can relate to one another somehow or another, it’s annoying that I am forced to randomly remember trigonometry equation into Simply Harmonic Motion just to derive the formula for Total Mechanical Energy.

Why can’t they just stay stationary in their cycle?

By the way, I also created a caricature of my senior Daniel Tham – a cutout to be made as a bookmark for this birthday.

I swear, Sunday doesn't have 24 hours cause it ends so damn bloody fast. 24 hour rule must be deceiving us all.

Happy Birthday Fiona Ng !!!

A Bio Sequent

One of the best thing about Biology lecture is taking random pictures when the lecturer is showing slides about History of Biology that probably turned on everyone’s [snooze'] button, thus the brat decided to snap candid shots during break and during lecture.

Sharifah: "eeee.. see! Eelin bought food! I want can???"

Areena: "Urgh! What the heck is that?"

Eelin: "*Ish.. ask for my food again*!!!!"

Eelin: "Fahfah, open your mouth wider.."

Sharifah: "AAAAAHHH!!! BUKA MULUT BESAR BESAR!!"

Areena: "Fine then! Dont wana gimme I shall eat pen then! HMPH"

3rd Day of Winter

Thank God it’s Friday, why? Well, only on Fridays I have Biology and Anatomy lecture as early as 8AM at Morphological Campus located around 40 minutes from my hostel and apparently takes transit to one stop and then to another.

Woke up as early as 6AM and snoozed my alarm till I finally lifted my lazy bum 20 minutes after, everyone does that! Don’t tell me that your brain can instantly operate to max level of consciousness at the exact moment your eye lids are opened. Except my dad of course, he’s a living monk [right, I’m kidding about the monk part].

3rd day on winter and it dropped to –10 degrees, my pathetic weak body is still able to withstand such winter, but try walking when there’re tiny snow flakes pricking and poking your entire face with wind so strong your old skull is about to fly off?

What’s worst, I had to lug along Biology textbook which was so bloody heavy; it’s like carrying a dead baby in my sling bag I swear in this blizzard. Not fun at all, studying and attending lectures are fun but with a ton or more in your sling bag and wearing multiples layers of attire only to weigh you more? Tormenting, pure torment. 

It started snowing 2 days ago but it only lasted for maybe an hour or two, however today… just as I was adjusting and observing slides under a light microscope, through the window everywhere was white.

Group 31

I was wondering which are air bubbles and nucleuses and *POOF* snow everywhere.

I know, all the new first years were extremely exhilarated and excited; in my heart I was monotonously cursing “screw snow!”

The time where you hibernate the most, where you don’t feel like studying at all.

I just told Dennis “It’s so cold I want to sleep till Sunday, and Sunday I want to sleep again till the next Sunday.” Life rocks

Looking forward for J.E Christmas Bash, ‘Family Dinner’ & Christmas dining with batch mates!

Don’t Worry

Despite everything, I’m grateful to have a sister who is really good at heart.

New Yet Stationary

With a new timetable, hence I’ll be starting an entire new cycle. No more relaxing days with only Russian & Chemistry to worry; correction no more ‘less relaxing’ days to be frantic about. I’m forcefully bombarded with heaps of subjects like Physics, Biology, Anatomy and of course… several self-proclaimed gibberish subjects like Russian History & Informatics.

It’s like karma, akin to those SPM days when we have EST, Moral & Sejarah? Vapid and doltish all the same.

I spent 6 hours straight watching Chuck on my MacBook last Sunday from the moment I got up at 12PM till 6PM where I hit the sack at intervals till my room mates been telling me that I’m rotting in my humble cave.

Which is fairly good I supposed.

What’s good if staring through the same window everyday with a mundane life? Maybe there’s a need that some meteor or plane with crash through it to have some excitement.

I got so bored I have to show you on adorable the cat on my exercise book was by using Jacq as a faceless model.

Even doodled melting clouds without finishing touch ups of mountains and trees on my Russian book [as usual]

Life can be so boring easily, maybe it’s time that I skip working and enter right into a stage of retirement, but it wouldn’t be worth living for without seeing myself as a plastic surgeon someday. But for now, life get’s to a point where I find it at the most hard to crawl through.

The brat shall tune into his iTunes by Ryan Dan.

Scrapbook

I’ve been crafting a lot lately, more than working my fingers doodling and sketching. Recently Jacq and I decided to make a scrapbook for our Russian teacher. Yes, most of you might be thinking ‘Teachers come and go… why waste time and effort doing all these?’

That’s the point, not many will appreciate a good teacher. For everything they taught, willingly and sincerely.

We bought some really beautiful antique buttons and one of the shop owners gave us extra 2 as presents, trust me you can hardly get shop owners that has great hospitality towards foreigners.

Collected some autumn leaves and did a little immature sewing with lines are curvy as a drunken man driving on the road. Nevertheless it turned out well :)

Intensive course has officially ended last Saturday, which means no more relaxing anymore. I must admit my Russian has improved massively, but now it’s time for a new life… compensating with it is a new hectic timetable with so many subjects.

I think I’ll have to sacrifice my daily afternoon nap.

一个人的脸上有太多的笑 ，
是因为心里有太多的痛， 因为伤了 ，所以伪装

Thanksgiving

Since it's Thanksgiving Day, I would like to randomly scribble down 50 things I'm thankful for. Well, at least I'll T-R-Y to list down 50. All in completely random order.

1. Thank you for introducing God in my life, it completes my imperfect life by changing the way I look at it.

2. Thank you for family. Love & care that is irreplaceable.

3. Thank you for friends. Support and memories that I'll bring them to my grave.

4. Thank you for brain; without you I assumed that I'll be a retard wondering around with no purpose of life.

5. Thank you for phalanges that are well coordinated with my brain enabling me to draw and doodle with all my heart.

6. Thank you for creativity, my life has never been duller and lamer.

7. Thank you for heart. Pumping enough blood so that all body systems works in a well manner.

8. Thank you for cats, accompanying me and and tender my heart with their irresistible cute looks.

9. Thank you for half-boiled eggs, my breakfast for the pass 13 years of life.

10. Thank you for Milo, best beverage ever.

11. Thank you for story telling competition during primary school. I'm confused whether should I be thankful that I'm a dramatic person or not?

12. Thank you for grandparents, for allowing me to tag along with them when they're doing gardening and feeling crops.

13. Thank you for okra or ladies finger, my official favourite vegetable.

14. Thank you for primary school, most of my childhood is built under that roof.

15. Thank you for primary school friends and teachers for fun and laughters we used to have in class.

16. 'Thank you' for Mandarin, it ruined my certificate for the sole and only B i ever get in UPSR, PMR & SPM. A sarcastic thank you.

17. Thank you PBK and Mr. Bhaludin for perfecting my writing skills in Malay language, and partially built up my social life introducing me to so many genius friends.

18. Thank you for this particular 20 cent bubble gum that I used to chew, it taught me how to actually blow a gum. Sadly couldn't recall it's name.

19. Thank you for power rangers, I always liked 'blue' and 'pink' for no idea what reason.

20. Thank you for Sunday School where I used to have fun and competing 'word search' with my cousin.

21. Thank you for dad's car, I can travel to anywhere [well not ANYWHERE, but most places] with a request or maybe sometimes a yell.

22. Thank you for the RM99.90 Batman figures mum and dad bought for me when I was 12, I was once a batman fan.

23. Thank you for secondary school, i practically hated 2 years of my life there.

24. Thank you for the other 3 years in secondary school life, since I finally found some better reason to study there.

25. Thank you for Geography since it was so damn easy I cannot understand how can people not get an A for it during PMR.

26. Thank you for Islamic studies in Sejarah textbook, huge contribution to my my A1 for SPM.

27. Thank you for Moral, a subject.. and in fact.. the O-N-L-Y subject in Malaysia that studies memorise but never practice in real life.

28. Thank you for getting C for my first monthly test in form 4 for almost all the science subjects, it boosted my motivation to study.

29. Thank you for 12 subjects I took for SPM, I learnt how to juggle so many things at once.

30. Thank you for tuition classes because teachers are like embellishments in class, serve no purpose.

31. Thank you for failing to get JPA, I finally found out that I've wasted 11 years of studying and trying to love the government and this is what I got in return.

32. Thank you for Malaysia's education system, it is severely screwed up in both good and bad ways.

33. Thank you for Starbucks, green tea latte is my favourite and will forever be my favourite.

34. Thank you for McDonald's, I used to go there every single week to collect their happy meal gift.

35. Thank you for Calvin & Hoobes, best ever comic series until today.

36. Thank you for television. My companion, now and forever.

37. Thank you for old toys that I spoiled and new ones that I wailed my parents to buy for me when I was little.

38. Thank you for ABC, cheap and better than ice cream!

39. Thank you for fries, smartest junk food to ease any craving.

40. Thank you for Russia, the place where I will build up new memories for the next 6 years.

41. Thank you for awesome room mates Mike, Dennis and ex room mate Abraham! Too much stories to be told I can't possibly summarize all of them here.

42. Thank you for seniors that took cared of me when I'm at my weakest.

43. Thank you for Jesus Embassy (JE), here... I found a new family.

44. Thank you for my batch mates, supportive and crazy and studious; I cannot live without them.

45. Thank you for Lily Chong, a sister so great I can't find any replacement.

46. Thank you for Facebook, where I translate my social life in digital.

47. Thank you for blogger, hence I have this blog.

48. Thank you for 90's era, a time where I was born as a normal child since kids at their 20's are bloody weird and somehow abnormal.

49. Thank you for MacBook Pro, introduced to me a whole new experience that stupid Windows cannot offer.

50. Thank you for myself. Hansley Liew You Sheng.

Tenang

God gives everyone a talent, whether we realised or not. Some maybe hidden, waiting for their time to be discovered. But we should all appreciate what God has given us, and use it wisely to the fullest!

It would be such a waste, like garbage in a dumpster waiting to decay if it is not used efficiently. 

Here's a performance that I managed to record during 'Making New Friends' last Saturday. A song by our rare Indonesian friends who are currently studying in one of the engineering universities in Volgograd. 

Why would I say rare? Cause' according to one of them, they are the only trios from Indonesian who are currently studying here. With such talent, I am so proud and grateful to have them in J.E.

It's really touching and some of us even have tears rolling down our cheeks when they sang this live.  

Russian Doodling

I hope it’s not too late for a Halloween post, well not exactly 100% a Halloween post considering the fact that I drew this during Russian class weeks ago and found it between the pages as I was flipping through my notes to prepare some Russian text.

It was drawn under a text entitled ‘Cитуация/Situation’, each of us were obliged to prepare a short text on how someone was injured/ill and then the process of medical handling and how he was dismissed from a medical institute.

For my case, this fellow suffered from a severe cardio disease and was operated… yadda yadda yadda.

That wasn’t the main point – screw  6 hours of Russian class

Sometimes, I feel like this grumpy, cranky old woman while memorizing Russian cases.

However, Russian is sometimes a fun language, I find myself enjoying Russian very much sometimes especially when given such an awesome Russian teacher.

Yes, learning languages maybe straining and tiring; but Russian is so rich and it’s complexity is further enhanced to an extend that no other languages can be compared to it.

I scribbled a lot during lessons and often Mdm. Valentina will go “Class, you all must study Russian well… just like the caricatures that Hansley drew. All with big heads and big brains!”

No wonder my Russian book is filled with drawings - Кей, как вы в Сиэтле?

Sparks Fly

Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

I’ve been listening to this song ‘Sparks Fly’ by Taylor Swift since forever. I replayed it, purposely shuffling my songs and hitting the [next] icon on iTunes over a million times hoping that this song will appear or simply replaying it over and over again on my iPod.

I mean, who owns such brilliance and fantasy in writing such touching lyrics?

Like those amazing love stories happened in Paris; no idea why does it always have to be Paris when it comes to love. It gives me the feeling that everyone there is madly passionate and committing to love!

Someday… I’ll visit Paris.

A Knot

I’ve always been inspired by the words and countless encouragement by a friend of mine. Talented in any aspect you can think of, especially when he’s on the keyboard singing his voice out.

Here’s a song written by Akin for ‘Making New Friends’.

There's a knot tying us together
This is the fort where we we're safe with one another
We've got the Lord loving us forever
Then you and me friends who love each other.

I want you to know that in JE we care
We'll be there when the going gets tough
When there's no more strength to go on
We'll be there lending a shoulder
'Cos you and me are family

Ties & Bowties

So much folding, so much cutting, so much origami making and so much decorating, finally Mike, Jacqueline & myself managed to finished up hundreds of ties and bowties for ‘Making New Friends’ event. I offer my utmost gratitude to these two friends of mine for lending their helping hand, couldn’t get them done without you guys.

Recalling what’s been piling up recently. ‘Piling up’, that’s how things work in our lives. If we’re lucky, we might wake up from a side of the bed where good things just shower on you; and vice versa. It takes a short period of patience to deal and endure with it.

It takes endless ‘piling up’ in order to learn a lesson. After countless accounts, we learn to appreciate and express gratitude and not take things for granted.

There’s no short cut, patience and lots of ‘piling up’. Just like making origami ties and bowties, it takes loads of them to fill a stunning room and create ambience to please the eyes of audience. 

Everything needs ‘piling up’, so start yours today by ‘piling up’ something good.

Typical Rage Post

I'm fraughting to create a strong physical duress for myself because life suck so much lately. Yes, once again I'm sunk in this pessimistic world of mine complaining how terrible life is lately. Chemistry test just came in at the worst time ever, along with church decoration to juggle and the list stretches on.

It's like all the positivity has been literally sucked away at this very moment and I'm blaming on the most basic, minor thing I can find maybe in the dustbin or wherever that I'm only given 24 hours a day. 

Maybe self imaginary torment heals one's soul? 

Fancy myself with a blade or spear piercing every organ I can find just to release rage, it's like imaginary suicidal but not exactly what I crave for. It's sinful and I do not want to pave my way all the way to hell. However, sometimes.. just sometimes... I want to leave everything and just sleep till there's no tomorrow.

Everyone must be wanting to give me the 'parent' or 'friend' talk which I swear, I'll ignore because I believe everyone deserves a chance to fret and rot in grief. 

It's the matter of how willing they are. Me, personally I choose to pour out everything with my actions and the power of the human brand.

I'll mentally imagine myself with an imaginary 50 pound hammer [not even sure I can carry it or not, but who cares] and slamming anyone that is against my way. Works perfectly while waiting for the toilet with a full bladder; I imagine myself slamming this imaginary hammer onto a person while urinating.

Or maybe... Shit! I was supposed to imagine of something violent until I recalled scenes from 'Saw' and now elevating the deviousness in me and it freaks me out.

Damn, this brat can be so evil at times. Not always... but at times. I rephrase "not always evil, at times."

Double the shitness, especially when I have intense pain after dental scaling and air-flow. Thank goodness, I earned seaweed soup from Eelin. 

It's only a temporary downfall I hope.

After reading this blog post, I can guarantee people will go on panicking and frantic as if apocalypse is approaching. Save all the paranoia because it's just another shitty day for this brat.

It's not like he's going to murder someone or loose his mind and end up crazy since he has so much plans in the future, worrying will only add the burden he's currently having. Why am I typing on behalf of him? Well, there's another Hansley Liew living in the current one and I'm here to speak for his thoughts.

It's awfully weird feeling insane and mad at the same time.

Anger

“But now you must rid yourselves of all such things as these: anger, rage, malice, slander, and filthy language from your lips” Colossians 3:8

Today I experience one hell of a moment with my Russian lecturer; I’m beginning or I am in full certainty to doubt her professionalism as a lecturer herself. I may only be a typical university student seeking from knowledge and stop jabbering to be about: “No matter what… she’s your teacher.. you must respect her” that sort of shit.

It is all only a surplus of [in my terminology] philosophy that I'm govern to ignore instantaneously.

My previous Russian lecturer during my previous semester was all inspiring, patient and treats everyone just like her own children. Honestly I’ve learned heaps from her, from those written and not written in a textbook.

Consider myself unlucky perhaps, that my group was given this lecturer. Totally changed my view towards a teacher’s job. It’s certainly NOT easy to be a teacher, what more to say… a good & respected teacher.

Thank God I have Dennis Boon to pour the overpowering profanities.

May this verse accompany me in my sleep, to rest off my anger experienced today. I assume that Friday is going to one hell of another historical day.

Side note: Fries and strawberry ice-cream with real juicy strawberries works perfectly well on a day of rage.

Glee - Teenage Dream

So gay but so freaking awesome. This is what I call a morning boost.

Beats Zanmai

I couldn’t imagine how great is ‘Sushi Zanmai’ though most of my friends claimed that it’s to die for, when I have Yakitoria around.

Good sushi never fails to heal any broken soul, but sadly it creates a massive addiction. Clearly I will miss Yakitoria the most if I graduate from Russia cause’ there is no Japanese outlet better than this.

Decided to try on their ramen since I never tried one here before - Pork ramen

  

Our next sushi session, we’ll drag Khor Leet Liang along since this sad evil person never been there despite studying in Russia for 2 years already.