My blog is finally OLD!

Finally

the 100th post!

YEA~~!!!

Most people reached their 100th post within the first 2 years

since the establishment of their blog. But I reached mine after 3 years the first post was written. I know I’m slow.

But who cares?! LOL.

As long as I made it this far,

time taken is not important!

To celebrate, let me share with you something very very personal,

something I don’t usually share with people,

even the closest ones.

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I just received my new IC this afternoon.

Don’t ceh la, the story doesn’t end here. Continue reading k?

Before I go further,

here’s a little piece of info for those of you who haven’t renew your IC and are still holding the old one which you had it since 12 years old:

1. You can renew your IC between 18 y.o. an

d 25 y.o. with a payment of just RM10.

2. If you renew your IC after 25 y.o., you will be charged RM40.

Additional RM20 will be imposed for every subsequent year after 25 y.o..

OK let’s continue the journey.

The officer made a cut almost half-way through my old IC and put it into a drawer.

I wanted to take back my old IC as a keepsake but the officer refused to return it. According to him, the old IC will be sent to Putrajaya for further processing and I am not allowed to keep it.

Memories are not meant to last forever?

过去让它过去～～

I guess.

I forgot to snap a picture of “myself” in my old IC.

So what I can do now is just to take a picture of a photostated old IC and compare the old me (old as in last time, not the old OLD) with the current me.

Quit this page if you are not interested to find out how time can age a kid.

For your info, I’m 20 but

I AM STILL YOUNG.

LOL.

If you insist to carry on, please refrain from shouting, laughing, fainting

or having any extreme emotions.

If you really can’t help it, please keep it to yourself and don’t ever let me know.

Your co-operation is highly appreciated, TQ.

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2002 / 2010

Instead of growing older, I think I’m actually turning younger, hahahahaha,

probably because the first picture looks like the kind of picture my dad took in 1960s.

Most people were shocked when they saw the picture in my old IC, reasons unknown. One friend even commented that I used to look like samseng or the kind of bully you can find in school who really needs some lessons taught.

I think the only differences between the 2 pictures are my hair style and spectacles. The rest are quite similar.

All these prove that I did notage at all.

Hahahahaha.

What do you think??

Anyway, time passes and people change.

I changed, and am still changing, hopefully to the better (inside and outside).

By the time I reach 22, which is in year 2012,

I hope that I’ve grown to be a mature guy (I’m still childish sometimes)

who is independent, able to make wise decisions quick and

most importantly will look

this HOT!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… … … (continues indefinitely)

This is A DREAM,

and it will be the sole resolution for the coming years.

I know it sounds funny, stupid and impractical,

but for those of you who know me well,

I always make my dream a reality.

Enough nonsense truth, I revealed waaaaaaaay too much of myself today.

I shall not repeat such mistake again by being toooo off-topic.

Remember? This is my 100th post.

To say something more relevant,

I’d like to thank you for supporting my blog,

despite my constant disappearance and lack of update.

Coming up…

Updates on

BTN Camp

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Singapore Trip

So

stay tuned!

XOXO

Harassment

Date: 16th May 2010, Sunday

Time: Around 7.30pm

Venue: Mid Valley’s bus stop

Subject: An uncle in his 50s

I had waited for a bus to go home for an hour. I wasn’t in a good mood and was sweating badly. Suddenly an uncle intercepted my daydream and started talking to me. He looked friendly at first, but things started to change pretty soon.

Below is the conversation we had. He talked a lot but I only remembered certain things. Before you carry on, please note that the following conversation is for people above 18 and contains explicit adult contents. Read at your own risk. Should you feel any discomfort, please discontinue reading and consult a physician/psychologist/counsellor etc if symptoms persist.

Reminder: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK…

It was very noisy around me, so I can only hear certain things he said. Most of the time I kept saying “pardon?” and “ar?”. We conversed in Cantonese.

U= Uncle

M= Me

(simplified and censored version)

U: You waiting for U71? (RapidKL bus number)

M: No, U60.

U: It’s very hard to get U71 here, only 1 bus every hour.

M: Same goes for U60. I had been waiting for an hour.

U: *knod knod* Where do you live?

M: Puchong.

U: Are you a student?

M: Yes.

U: What are you studying now?… (boring stuffs, so let’s skip to the interesting

part) Are you @#$%^? ^&*@? B?

M: Har???

U: Are you straight? Curved? Or B?

M: Har??? Pardon? I can’t hear you… (too noisy due to vehicles passing by)

U: Do you like girls? Some guys like guys, some even like both, that is called

B, bisexual.

M: Oohh…

U: What’s your name?

M: Alex. (lol…)

U: Can give me your surname?

M: Tan (LOL…)

We shook hands, and I regretted doing that not long later.

U: You know Mandarin right?

M: *shakes head* Nooo… (starts pretending as a “banana”, which I always do

when facing a stranger)

U: Then can you read Mandarin?

M: *shakse head and smiles*…

U: Like that ar… Can read English right?

M: Ya…

U: I can recommend some girls to you, all very young and beautiful etc etc… (I

forgot) You give me your number, come come *takes out pen and preparing to

write in his palm*…

M: *shakes head and smiles* no thanks…

U: No need shy shy la, first time sure like that one. Many people kept saying

no initially but after trying, they demanded more and more. Some even

requested the girls to send them their nude photos. You know, boobs, vajayjay.

COME LA, give me your number. I introduce a few girls to you. Be friends first,

then later see what you wanna do.

M: No need.

U: Come la! Why like that? You don’t wanna know some new friends meh? Be

friends with them la, friends only…

M: It’s ok, I have many friends already…

U: Aiyoh! Just a few more friends only ma… U have girlfriend?

M: No.

U: I see you talk very softly. You like guys right? I have some boys here also. They

“did” a few times only. Some very cute one, some muscular, sexy. Come, give

me your number, I send their pictures to you to choose. After you have made

your decision, you tell me. I arrange for you.

M: Really no need.

U: Aiyoh! I know one, guys who wear specs are very horny one I tell you. They may

look normal but actually they very vigorous.

M: *Ignoring and trying hard to look at buses’ number*

The fella kept talking rubbish which I didn’t bother to care. The things I wanted most was to go home and bathe, not some anonymous hot babes/dudes. So I carried on reading buses’ sign as there were more and more buses approaching, leaving that idiot outta my mind (too busy!).

Finally!

U: @##$#$%@#$&*&*%… That is called Sex Partner, @#@$#$$%…

I walked to the bus and climbed into it. Finally the world around me returned to its peaceful state and even better, it was air-conditioned.

In the bus, I wiped my palm on the seat a few times, feeling very disgusted and wondering if there’s any disease being transmitted to me during that short moment of contact.

Moral of the story: Don’t ever entertain strangers, especially those who showed

interest in you suddenly.

Ignorance = bliss?

Seriously… I dunno how things work.

There was a visit to Hospital Serdang this morning and there will be another visit to UM next Monday and I’m not involved in either of them. =(

The lists of students selected for each of the events were released few days ago and my name was not found.

I didn’t mean that my name MUST be in the lists but at least, I DERSERVE to be selected.

First,

visit to Hospital Serdang. Rumour has it that people were chosen based on their attendance in Kannada class. It’s true that I skipped some of the classes but comparatively, I attended more classes than most of the people in the list. Besides, I am very sure that I scored very well in Kannada Tests and I didn’t cheat! But I wasn’t chosen to join the trip…

Next,

visit to University Malaya. I wanted to join this one because of its Anatomy Museum (it’s not really a museum, according to my anatomy lecturer, it’s just a big room full of isolated organs…). It was stated clearly on the list that 50 students who got A+ in their first Anatomy Test were selected.

Truth is… I obtained the highest score in my class and still… yea you got it… I wasn’t selected to join, AGAIN! Second highest, third highest… anonymous all get to go but I’ll be left out.

Speechless… …. …. … I’m pissed…

I didn’t fight for my right in front of whoever’s responsible for the shits (pardon my language, can’t help…) because I was disappointed and I don’t want to look desperate.

You probably think that I should at least go try my luck and argue with the person who made the selection. Even if I won, what I’ll get is JUST a visit to a place which I’ll never study there or a hospital which I’ll get very sick working there for 10 years after graduation.

So what I did was, coming home this morning and only return to college on Monday evening, treating myself well with 5 days of good food and great life. I’ll watch a movie tomorrow with a group of best friends who I feel most comfortable with, and I’ll meet a friend on Sunday who I miss a lot.

Looking forward to REAL life outside the place which never fails to disappoint.