| Random ongoings |
[July 23rd, 2007] |
Today was a good day.
Tuesday sucks.
Schedule:
9.30-11.30 - Prices and Markets lecture
1.30-4.30 - Macroeconomics 2 lecture/demonstration
5.30-8.30 - Financial Markets lecture/demonstration
Total contact hours - 8
Lost in basketball the previous week by one point again which absolutely gives me the shits but made up for it this Sunday by stomping on some chunky men 55-33. Managed to score 19 points without playing the whole game. Zing!
I've also decided to implement a new taunt into my basketball game, courtesy of jobless old black guy who plays ball all day.
1) Shoot the ball
2) Shout 'Short!'
3) Make your bucket
4) Shout 'Psyche!'
5) Do a little jig (optional)
Just awesome.
First driving lessons on Wednesday which will probably end in a fiery death but if not I'll finally return to work on Thursday after missing 3+ weeks with lame excuses.
Would like to chill with my bestie but today is a busy week. Damn university, Harry Potter, Spiderman and basketball.
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| Game on |
[July 14th, 2007] |
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So tomorrow carries on the tradition of being a weekly league fixture for my basketball-ing needs and finds itself to be quite an important match. Our team currently ranks 6th in our division after basically tossing away an almost-certain victory last Sunday (I blame two retarded plays by two retarded teammates). We'll be playing against some team called Westside who currently sits 3rd on the ladder, however all teams are contenders at this point and a win tomorrow would put us potentially up to 3rd. A loss would drop us down to 7th or lower.
For the last 3 games I have been averaged 20 points per game and I don't think I'm about to let up. I'm not about to lose 2 matches consecutively and if I do I might just go ape-shit on my teammates. Not that I always do everything right myself but god damn, some people need to learn how to play. I really need this one.
Moving onto a completely different type of game, I have just completed repeating Neverwinter Nights: Shadows of Undrentide and am about to start up on Neverwinter Nights: Hordes of the Underdark.
Man, I love making characters. Currently I am using Yoshimitsu, my Asian sensation of a Rogue/Assassin/Shadowdancer who will slit throats for a gold piece, or nothing at all.
Actually, he extorts commoners for their valuables and then kills them to check their corpses if they were hiding anything. It's a fool proof plan because you get items and experience at the same time. Such antics have earned my character the title of 'The Destroyer' and it would be a damn shame if he lost that.
One thing that does bother me in the game is that you can't kill children or priests in a temple. There must be some on-going conspiracy in the works and I don't like it.
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| Harry Potter - My personal magic wand |
[July 12th, 2007] |
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Constructed from solid oak containing a single phoenix feather (Asian power). Exceptionally rigid and sturdy. 6 and a 1/2 inches. Extremely good for charm work.
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| Chumpy and the Smelly Blanket |
[July 10th, 2007] |
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It's probably safe to say that we all possess our own methods of sleeping which works best for us such as lying on our backs, our sides and even belly-down with the pillow smothering out faces. Personally I spend a great portion of the night curled up in a fetal position, turning over periodically with my duvet or what ever substitute there is engulfing me.
That of course is unless it's Topher's happy time.
Growing up in Hong Kong and especially in Malaysia, there was an abundance of mosquitoes loitering around the room which forced me to strategically cover my ears with the blankets whilst leaving the slightest of space for breathing without being greeting by a nasty buzzing.
Some people also have their comfort objects like teddy bears and stuffed toys, or if they're lucky enough, another person (if that's considered lucky). For most of the part of my stay in Hong Kong, my comfort object was a frilly patchwork white and blue blanket (very manly indeed) which was deemed the smelly blanket by my parents because apparently I drooled a whole lot. I loved my blanket so much that by the time I was through with it the damn thing looked pretty much like a rag cloth. The reign of smelly blanket ended when I moved from house to apartment which was also my transition to secondary school and it was probably a good thing too given the sheer nastiness of it.
So I managed to survive a few years without anything to hold on to and I'm not a fan of grasping onto an extra pillow or anything because they're too chunky. However, I did manage to come into possession of an extremely puffed up, stuffed dog through my ex-girlfriend which I named Chumpy. It's strange what an inanimate ball of fluff can do to you, and I compare my interaction with my dog to Mr. Bean and his bear - you find yourself in your own world. It's a nice feeling.
It's been a good 3 years now and Chumpy has been flattened out by the constant tossing and turning (I promise that I don't hump the damn thing), and it'll probably be a few good more years before I choose to retire him. Until then, I can say or do whatever the hell I want without any consequences by him.
And I swear if anyone ever pulls a prank on my teddy dog there will be a price to pay.
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| High School - Hong Kong |
[July 9th, 2007] |
Prior to my move to Kuala Lumpur, I spent a good 15 years growing up in Hong Kong.
I love Hong Kong - the food, the shopping, Wanchai Southorn Playgrounds, the Rugbys 7s, the city, the smell, the people and abundance of good looking women. There's a life of its own which dwells in the city and to this day I still fail to recognise it as a part of China. If you told any person from Hong Kong that they were from China, they'd probably give you a evil eye - we're snobs. When I think of China, I think farmers, fishermen, markets and predominantly rural landscape. I suppose I'm to blame as my experience has been limited greatly to visiting Shenzhen and Baiwan (which is very much so 3rd world), although I'm sure Beijing and Shanghai would set this stereotyping aside.
From years 7 to 11, I attended the Island School of Hong Kong. Situated on top of a hill, the school bus traveled up and down the intertwining road built within it to being us to and from school. I'm still surprised there haven't been any cases of buses flipping over and other freak accidents because you have to wonder if taking u-turn at a 30-40 degree angle with a Hong Kong size school bus (buses in Malaysia are about half the size) poses any risk at all.
The majority of my friends from year 6 chose to continue their studies at South Island School which left me with very few people I actually knew on the first day of school. On a side note there's also a West Island School outside of the city but strangely no East or North. Sadly there isn't much geographical pride or rivalry going on between one another.
I was never popular in Hong Kong as that title was usually reserved for ex-pats or serious lookers which I wasn't then and hardly am now. Regardless I was placed under a nice house (classes are sorted by houses) and made friends with some locals, a Japanese, a Dutch, a few Indians and god knows what else. Hong Kong is an international melting pot.
Admittedly, for a good amount of the years in Hong Kong I was a loner and spent a large portion of my time playing video games (I believe I once had a 'birthday party' where two people attended). Only in my final two years at school (GCSEs) did I really feel I had a so called social life, going out at night to Lang Kwai Fong and wherever the crowd went.
Although I naturally had an interest in sports, my desire to play basketball only really took off in year 10 where I joined the school team and spent almost every moment of recess on playground 3 building up a sweat making myself increasingly repulsive to sit next to in the following class. I suppose people only really started recognising me because I had this freakish ability to jump out of the gym and I could hold onto the basketball rim at age 14. I also played volleyball but our team sucked (we played against locals) and I had a brief stint in rugby but stopped when I left Hong Kong (I had a decent chance at making the u15 Hong Kong team but decided not to go to tryouts because it was raining - smart).
I never had a great deal of success with girls in Hong Kong and only started dating once I arrived in Malaysia, I had no knowledge of what people thought of me or if they even had an opinion. Without a doubt the standards are much higher and the girls were very much different to that of the school I attended in Malaysia. There were a few crushes to be had throughout the years but nothing ever evolved from them. However, the hottest girl I met in Hong Kong (in my opinion at least) seemed to think I was cute when she saw me getting my butt kicked in basketball by her giant-of-a-friend at her school (Canadian International School) and we hung out a little, but she had only just broken up, which sucked of course. As for prom, I managed to ask out one of the hotter girls who was nice and all but it just turned out to be a total failure (We didn't even sit on the same table or dance).
Off the top of my head, that's all there was to high school - sports, video games, girls and bars. It took me 3 years to break out of my geek shell, but I still think I did a pretty terrible job of handling everything. I had no group where I belonged because I just mingled around with everyone and had no real close friends. It only took me 2 years in Malaysia to make me feel at home.
To think I was so adamant about staying in Hong Kong when we were forced to leave.
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| Revamp |
[July 9th, 2007] |
After a little bit of pondering I've decided to start this journal up once again on clean slate. Never have I been truly able to sustain one of these things for a reasonable period of time and I suppose I should be more active in communities, but we'll see how this all pans out.
I'm not quite sure what writing style I'll be incorporating but I suppose gradually this thing will build up like excerpts from an autobiography (If it lasts that long).
Chances are I'll be cutting down a whole lot on posts which are intentionally made to be funny and emo ones as well. I don't think my vocabulary is developed enough to come across as clever or witty and I certainly don't want to read my own whinging online.
Other than that, hopefully this will be interesting enough for me to stick with.
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