Archive for October, 2007

Recap.

Sunday, October 28th, 2007

Here is an entry from the personal diary of Julia Tan dated 1st January 2002 at 1.55am, which was a Tuesday.

Dear Diary,

1st day of the new year. Stayed at home and went online. Din even go out to watch fireworks. Just you wait. Next year. I shall go next year. Managed to record cd-writer. Happy ’bout that.
New Year’s Resolution: Stay away from guys (Julia ‘07: We all know I failed to do that)
New Year’s wish: Master Japanese, Love (Julia ‘07: Failed to do both too)
Kinda difficult, right? We’ll see what this year brings. I hope that the **** (Club name ommited) will stay this close. I doubt it. The better the thing is, the lesser it will stay. C- is going back to KL. N- will start college. V- and D- will have F6. And I, I’ve got school.
One thing’s for sure. I won’t stay in Penang. KL, I don’t care. I wanna go alone. We’ll see if the year changes my mind. I pray it won’t. KL’s always been my choice. Then maybe off to Aus if I take accounts (Julia ‘07: ME? ACCOUNTS? WHAT THE FECK WAS I THINKING?). Well, ’nuff said of studies. Saw full moon today ……. *mundane business about stars and fireworks*

But anyways, the conclusion is … I realised that I’ve always been a bit of a loner. Maybe ‘a bit’ is an understatement. New Year’s eve alone? How Bridget Jones could it get? But you know, having fun depends entirely on the person. Right now, I wouldn’t mind celebrating New Year’s with close friends and family. Brave the jams and assholes throwing firecrackers everywhere? No fanks. Fun is a fundamentally personal opinion, and I believe, even though I didn’t know it at that time, that I had fun staying in, although I was probably the only person in the neighbourhood who was online staring at an ICQ list that was devoid of online contacts. Being alone is not as sad as it seems, because it’s how you handle being alone and, well, there’s always mum when you’re really bored and feeling rather anti-social.

I’ve changed my mind about a few things, like going to KL immediately after F5. Good god, me? Accounts? God forbid! I don’t think I realised how mundane and absolutely boring accounts is (no offence to accountants and accountant wannabes), not to mention hellishly difficult.

I don’t keep in contact with those people mentioned in the entry anymore, although I see them from time to time. It was fun, and would’ve been more fun if I had been less childish and petty. But we learn, don’t we? I hope so.

I wish I could go back there and do a few things differently. However, I wouldn’t change that New Year for anything. I remember sitting down, hearing fireworks go off in the distance, wishing that I was there with someone. I’d go back and tell myself, ‘It’s really not that bad, kiddo.’

Ah .. love ..

Saturday, October 27th, 2007

It’s funny how when you’re in love, it doesn’t seem like you need anything else in the world. It could be just a car ride, or watching tv, or having dinner or just listening to him breathe. Everything fades away. Well .. almost everything. But the significant thing is how close to perfection it is. A beautiful night, a (corny) love song playing, ah .. how I wish I could live in that moment forever. The imperfections were there, but … who really cares? He was next to me, that was all that mattered. Matters.

Meow …

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007

To humour someone, I decided to take this test. I should be studying for an exam instead. Hmph.

How accurate is this test? I don’t know, but I quite fancy the idea of being a pussycat. Heh.

You Would Be a Pet Cat

Independent and aloof, you don’t like to be dependent on anyone.
And as for other people, you can take them or leave them. You often don’t care.
You live your life by your own rules. And you have deep motivations that no one truly understands.

Why you would make a great pet: You’re not needy or greedy… unlike other four legged friends.

Why you would make a bad pet: You’re not exactly running down to greet people at the door

What you would love about being a cat: Agility and freedom

What you would hate about being a cat: Being treated like a dog by clueless humans

http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofpetwouldyoubequiz/

Hello Sammy!

Friday, October 5th, 2007

You want to ban superbikes from expressways ah? Eh I got better idea for you lah. More lucrative. Ban all those Mat Rempit motors from the roads - period. Reduce snatch thefts and illegal racing mah. Which wan more dangerous leh, I ask you. A few speeding superbikes or thousands of little bikes zooping about, being a menace to other road users and commiting crimes? Dey, really lah, more lucrative this wan. Hell riders, I teww you which wan the hell riders lah. These Mat Rempits and snatch thieves, they actually kill people you know. Walaueh, just because a few superbikes went faster than your car, don’t lah so angry. Next time get a Ferrari and race back with them lah!

The Burma Dilemma.

Thursday, October 4th, 2007

I’ve changed my viewpoint about foreign intervention in the situation in Burma.

What the Burmese should do is to go on a very long nationwide strike - just drop everything and not do anything. Without people to plough the fields, who is going to put rice on the general’s table? Feed themselves, starve the junta. Be ready for the violence. It’s really easy to say, and I must stress that it’s as easy as that to say, but if you think about it, that if nobody works for the government, who is going to work things? It’s a forcible and far-fetched method, but it’s peaceful enough from the part of the people. After all, when you kill everyone, who is going to work for you? But again, it’s really easy to say. If I were in that situation and if somebody asked me to get killed to stand up against injustice when I could just keep mum and live under harsh circumstances but still be alive, I don’t know what I’d do.
What Burma needs to think about is what they really want, and what they really do not want is another Vietnam or Iraq. At the rate they’re going, they’re just inviting power-hungry nations to intervene - like setting up the dinner table, putting on the stuffed turkey and handing the country a fork and a knife.

No napkin though - they never clean up anyhow.