Attended a wedding of a high school friend on Dec 7 (2007)… brought back lots of memories and some thoughts about my own future.
High school is probably the best moment in my life. I am glad that I have had a decent high school life, and that I have made some great friends that are still around and will probably last for life.
Some people don’t like to think much about the past, but I am the type that often looks back at what I did and in hope that I will never forget all the bitter and sweet from the past.
It’s not like that I am hanging too much on the past and neglecting the future, but what’s good is the future if we don’t treasure our past? Our near future will be in past tense pretty soon… and we want to make a good future so that it would be great memories when it becomes “the past” ain’t so?
Well, just treasure everything we have experienced, experiencing and will experience soon… and enjoy our life at the very best at all time.
Happy wedding Alyster and Samuel.
There is a kind of people who always forget where they parked their cars when they visited places like shopping malls etc… I am one of these absent minded people.
There was once that I was stuck at Mid Valley Megamall for more than an hour just to find my car… champion!
Thing is, I am not that forgetful or clumsy about lots of the other stuff… but somehow, I am beaten by the confusing car parks again and again.
You love a woman, the woman loves you, but she loves the other guy more.
She cares about you, but she cares more about the other guy.
He came first, for whatever she does.
When there is dispute between you and him, it’s always your fault.
If it is his fault… it’s because you forced him to commit the mistake.
When she is in trouble… she always came back to you.
For a short period of time… you became the hero.
Although knowing that it’s only for a short period of time…
You couldn’t resist doing your best to help her.
After helping her in the troublesome moment… she goes back to the guy again.
You are always the backup player… you will never be her favourite.
I can’t stand people who bring magazines to toilet.
I can’t stand people who make the newspaper messy after reading it.
I can’t stand people who fold their book pages or write things on their books.
Ok, I am probably the odd one here. I don’t read in toilet; my magazines, newspaper and books are like brand new after reading it. People must have thought that I was a lazy fella if they saw my old text books, because it looks like it has never been touched.
It is sort of an obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD), but I am not really that obsessed yet… it’s more like a habit instead. The weird thing is I am not really the kind of person that tidy up things, as my room can be quite messy sometimes (in fact most of the time).
I guess it’s more fitting to say that I treat reading materials with care. Does that make me a book lover? I am not sure… book lover is meant as people who love reading instead of keeping good care of books ain’t so? I do love reading though, so it makes me a book lover regardless.
Had lunch with a few ex-faculty mates - hadn’t seen 2 of them for quite some time.
Thinking back how close we were in university days… it’s a pity that we haven’t been keeping close contact these days. We (and a few others) used to promise that we would have an annual gathering after our graduation… but it ended as empty talks.
All of us have different circle of life now… different career path, different social network, and different lifestyle. The only thing that we probably share is the memories we have… life changes, memories never changed… it could be forgotten though.
Back from Hong Kong trip on Wednesday night (Oct 10, 2007)… still remains tired after 24 hours. Tired might not be the right word… lazy sounds like a better word.
Works are pilling up despite just a short trip. Hundreds of emails and messages to flip through, thousands of feeds to read, and dozens of updates needed to be done on various projects and websites… it feels like I am not able to catch up with things.
The trip was fun though.
I lived in a small village for large part of my childhood. Animals and wildlife were often seen those days… snakes, bats, squirrels, giant lizards, chameleon, various kind of birds and insects, and off course the mighty rats.
After years of intensive development, the jungle nearby my village was turn into housing zone. The wild animals, birds and insects are probably extinct from the area… but the rat population still remains as dense as ever.
I didn’t need to worry much about the menace of rats since I moved to KL about a decade ago. One of the distinct benefits of living in higher floors (condominium, apartment etc.) is the absence of rats.
I stayed on the 4th floor in my university hostel, then on the 5th floor of an apartment rented with other friends, and the past 5 years on the 7th floor of a condominium. I can’t recall any rats encounter over these years in those places; insects were rare as well.
Things are no longer the same though… after I moved to a terrace house last weekend. I haven’t seen a rat in view yet, but their damage has already been seen in just a week… urine, shit and bite marks.
After years of living without rats, I suddenly found myself naive and stupid in fighting this disturbing creature, but things need to be done… the battle begins, and it’s going to be a stinky one.
I have moved to a new house on Sunday (Sep 16, 2007). The family gathered for some house warming, and everything seemed normal until the night…
The alarm was triggered accidentally, and the automatic front gate experienced a short circuit and reacted totally out of control. We had to call in our contractor to switch of the system… what a night of saga.
It is my first stay at a landed property in Kuala Lumpur since moving here for studies a decade ago; I have been staying in hostels, apartments and condominiums prior to moving here.
The biggest different is perhaps on security issue… those days I needed to secure just my front gate to prevent a break in, but now… 4 or 5 locks.
Whatever, it’s good to change to a new environment. The place I was staying was a bit too pack for me and my sister. Didn’t expect such a bizarre first night though.
