canine vs cockroach

why is it that we usually (i say usually la, cos well, some people are different) don't feel bad after we've killed say a cockroach or lizard (eeek!); but we would feel so evil if we were to ever order dog bak kut teh (kau kut teh?). what is it that makes the difference? both cicak and dogs are still the same category: animals, though i like one but scream at the other. speaking of lizards, had a minor scare today in the toilet. scary creatures lizards.

so according to my lecturer: it's in the size of the face. compare the size of a dog's face to that of the cockroach... we can't see the cockroaches cute pleading face when we're taking the fly swatter ready to annihilate any traces of it, while we can obviously see the dog's goofy face and melt before we can even lift a finger to spank it's naughty lil arse.




poor cockroaches... not much of a life they've got huh... them and their small tiny faces....

my favourite things

my 2 favourite things to do:

going for lectures. what fun ey? nothing trills me more than sitting in class fidgeting for 2 hours while listening to my beloved lecturers droning on and on about monism, theological ethics, absolutism and all those interesting and incredibly mind stimulating topics.

and

studying! nothing quite as exciting as cramming for an exam with subjects i don't see the point of and that of which i don't understand at all. what fun!

i guess none of you believed that for a moment.

ok fine. but i guess you can all guess what i like to do. or what i do all the time (part of the time?)

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guess i look kinda happy with food.

academic happenings

there's this guy in some of my classes. he's always rushing somewhere but he's always, and i mean ALWAYS late for class. yesterday he came in an hour late for class *beat your record jootatt quah* and i heard from my friend that he came into class 10 minutes before it ended last sem because he sat in for another class somewhere else unknowingly and realised too late. like LOL! after at least 2 months, i'd think you would know how your lecturer looked like at least.

one of my lecturers looks like a rat. yea yea i know. how mean can you get denise! but he does... he really does. not in the fat mr templeton rat-ish kind, but the thin, small, shifty-eyed type. rat. haha. sorry. his lectures are really nice to sleep in though. i really can't help it! moral is a snoozefest la.

on a less mean note, i shall be majoring next semester.
if all goes as planned, i'll be taking broadcasting (my friends have doubts as to whether i'll be able to lift the cam. i'm stronger than i look *sticks tongue out*). i've already got my subject list and it's pretty heavy. 6 subjects and very assignment based. but i think i'll manage. the sad part is that i won't be seeing a lot of my friends so much anymore as everyone'll be scattered everywhere. sad really.

when the chair falls

why is it that images get stuck in your head and no matter what you do, you just can't seem to shake it off? that defining moment, that particular image; captured and stored in your brain, playing flashbacks every second; making, forcing you to remember. like for instance, you see someone jump of a 30 storey building. i don't think you'll ever forget a sight like that.



i see it everytime i close my eyes.
i see everything so clearly, every single detail of it, even with my eyes opened.
and i hate it.
i so want to forget, but i can't. feel so nauseous everytime i think of it.


and what happens when you see something you don't want to see?
realise that people are just human.
full of mistakes, full of flaws.

does it get harder to look up to them? when they tumble and make a fool of themself.

does it get harder to forgive?

the 14th

Love is all about smoochie caring about someone
~melvin "the cat" teoh~


Love is all about action and not about words
~antzinmypants~


Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails.
~1 Corinthians 13:7 & 8~





Happy Valentine's Day!

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and here's where i'm supposed to say something touching and meaningful and (hopefully) memorable. but this is reality. and i'm no poet or great writer. and yes, i'm stuck! it's valentine's day, and well, you know, i thought i would blog in the spirit of vday. but it looks like, i have nothing to say.



ah love! what can there be said about it that hasn't already been said?



but i AM loved. my cup runneth over. and i'm glad i have people to love too. imagine how sad it would be if you only lived to love yourself. sometimes, it gets a bit hard to show love to people, i mean, it's easy to say that you love them, but showing... that's an entirely different thing. like me, i have to learn to love driving people around. because yes, i abhor driving, but i love the people i drive around :)


and i'm learning to love. but everything in it's own time... you can't hurry love. and i don't want to hurry it either. i'd rather savour and live every moment of it fully and without any regrets.


like i said, i'm learning to love.


meanwhile... candy, roses, candlelit dinners, serenades, boxes with big bows (i heart. actually, i just like the bows), bouquets, chick flicks, romance, hearts, teddy bears....

why is vday so cheesy??? is there anything else other than any of that?

chelsea vs liverpool (tonight!)

sigh.. just hope liv doesn't disappoint me and the thousands(?) of fans out there.

the colour is red

new years' have always been... not so good for me. ok i admit it. i've never liked (chinese) new years. i complain a lot, grumble and mumble a lot and i despise the gaudy chinese decor AND tongtongqiang cny music we can hear the minute we step out of the house. ugh!

BUT.... but...

i've been trying to be good this year. i mean, yeah i still complain it's boring, because it is. but at least i 'm trying to enjoy my mew year as best as i can. which is not much but it's a start. hey! a small miracle is a miracle. okayy.. maybe not a miracle, but change of attitude perhaps?





i realise that it's no point getting people to excuse your bad behaviour just by saying stuff like "oh that's how i am". if you're fortunate enough to realise your bad habits, then do something about it. now i must really see to my laziness...





every year, we seem to be less and less festive. i still remember the times of long ago when my gran's place would be totally transformed into 'china' once cny came around. and the food... oh the glorious food! that was the one thing i really looked forward to every new year. not even ang pow ok!! the bak kua, ribbon biscuits, peanut cookies... sigh... i miss all of them. every year, we get our stash of goodies from my kind kind aunts who bake the most delicious stuff ever. and this year, we (my family) finished every single thing even before new year. like OMG! we're like refugees in a famine! or this hungry pack of wild dogs. OMG. it seems like the less the food gets the more we try to make it up with liquor. i think this new year has been a lot about baileys and vodkas and chivas and shandy (though shandy doesn't exactly qualify as liquor. haha... can u get drunk on shandy?). still, i'd rather have my bak kua.

when all's said and done, blessed chinese new year everyone!

milo peng... heheh. want some?

get physical

i just realised that i'm quite a cold person.

A) i hardly show any of my feelings to people

and

B) i'm afraid of physical contact.

this is bad you know? unless i'm feeling unnaturally sweet and loving, i usually have loads of difficulties showing affection to people. i mean, i do love my friends and my family (i really do), but sometimes, it's just so hard to show them. to some people, it comes easily.. but it's hard for me. i only spontaneously show affection to animals. man, this is starting to sound so bad.

but... i am trying. and learning. maybe i'm afraid of showing my soft side... maybe i'm just afriad of things i can't control... i dunno. but i am trying.

and she does it again...

strange things always happen to me. weird strange things.

like today for instance, i was having lunch with my family at new world park. where the hawker stalls are. so, it was really full and we shared a long table with another family. so i'm like, practically sharing my eating space with another guy who can practically hear whatever i'm saying (that's how close we were).

so, i was struggling with this piece of lamb chop, trying to work my kung fu on it and cut it into half when i pushed (or pulled) a bit too hard (too much energy i guess heheh), and WOOOSH... all the fries in my plate flew into the other guy's face. good thing none landed on his plate. OMGosh... talk about embarassing! one moment i'm sanely eating my lamb chop and the next thing i'm harrassing the innocent guy next to me with flying fries.

AND apologizing while trying not to burst out laughing. but he was pretty good about it. laughed with me (or at me. fine i get it. i'm a klutz i know) and i think we even kinda became friends. yeah trust me to make a situation out of everything. ah... i can't believe i'm still that clumsy. haih.

well, i guess i should be thankful that i didn't spray peas all over him or poke him with my fork. lol. well, thank goodness for small favours.