journey to the east ...

life is a string of interwoven stories and likewise, an end to one story is only the beginning of another. i am writing this while looking through a small window in my humble little basement room, which i am leaving behind soon enough. dont exactly know how to feel. a little scared, a little excited, a little sad, a little worried, a little anxious, a little happy, a little bit of everything into one i guess. i almost have everything packed and ready. a few more things and i'll be set to go. and i promise myself not to weep this time around cause i am telling you i am the biggest, major weeper you can find. believe me! no kidding here. hahaha.

i must admit that this chapter of my life has been enjoyable in many different ways, to say the least. i met a lot of great friends and people in general, who i think i will try to be in touch with for as long as i can. i've also managed to fill up my photo albums with as many pictures as i can, for which i guess i should give myself a pat on the back. hihihi. though i now have to pay a price in terms of my excessive baggage carry. sighs. but all in all, the juice was worth the squeeze; and i am extremely grateful to have had this wonderful experience and to have you people share it with me. i do certainly wish more of my friends would come and visit this very blog of mine. to me, it's one way of keeping touch. even a quick hi-and-bye would be nice every now and then. while on the subject, i'd also like to apologize in advance to u heap for i dont know how much blogging i can afford during my stay in jakarta; but i'll try my best i promise. so yeah, thanks again for everything mates!

looking forward, i guess i'll just have to continue paddling against the strong currents in the open water. i am psyched for what's to come in the future ahead and yet i fear for the unknown. fear that everything will go wrong, fear that i will be disappointed, fear that i wont make it to the finish line, fear that life will screw up on me. but i am prepared for all of those to happen. after all life itself is a risk; so why so scared? we are all screwed up in our own little ways; and we should be glad for that cause they make us who we are. as for the future, it will remain a mystery as always. just let it flow. okie then peeps. that's it for my last post in canada. i'll see you lot soon at the place where it all began. peace out n stay cool. me out now. Cheers.

singapore + english = sing-lish

found this super hilarious clip @ youtube and i tot i should share it with all u peeps here. it's a recording of a lengthy conversation between a chinese customer and an indian dude working at some indian restaurant (read: we call it 'mamak stall' or 'coffee shop' back in singapore). for those who have little or no experience of the singaporean lifestyle, this clip may seem rather offensive and rude. but actually it is not since that's pretty much the way things are in the lion city. LOL. aite now. enjoy n remember: you've been warned! me out now. Cheers.

sing me my lullaby ...

an icy hail stormed across toronto yesterday and the city finally frosted white. yupe, this marks the first snow day for this season. some people are glad and others are not. i guess i'd rather fall into the former since this is going to be my last winter here; not ever, just so you know. hihihi. today isnt so bad *yeah rite!* but that's the thing about me - i love the cold. well, maybe more like i need the cold if you ask me again. hihihi. other people will be like: "dammit! it's cold" whereas i'll be going like: "sweeeeet!". LOL. and this fact might come as a surprise to some people given my origin. i come from a tropical country where winter ceases to exist simply cause the temperature is just too darn humid. hahaha. anyways my point is that i am definitely going to miss the canadian winter and that i have no clue how i am gonna survive back home (tho i will for my sake). and with every winter there's always a memory to treasure along with a good sport of humour among friends. however the humour turns sour when the joke is at your expense. HA! one particular case happened to me in my first winter ever. i was walking to class towards a major road intersection with my buddies. we stopped by a red light and began crossing as the pedestrian sign turned green. WHOOOOP! i slipped and the rest went down in history. it happened so fast and the next thing i know i was sitting there in the middle of road; my butt was in pain and my friends (instead of offering a hand) were cracking up right behind me like they'd never seen a real good winter plunge - yupe, it's a plunge alrite. sighs. it was so darn embarassing and i think i caught a glimpse of the driver of the car to my right getting a little entertained by the scene. it's just one of those moments when your embarassment overwhelms the pain. and it's never a good thing cause the pain haunts you still after. hahaha. crap. but it's all good cause we shared a laugh together (which means i ended up laughing myself at my own clumsiness) and i wouldnt change a thing about it even if i could. well, maybe it would be nice if someone would have taken that fall instead of me. hahahahaha.

another unforgettable winter reminiscence is my ski trip at blue mountain. i could remember i was so psyched about the whole trip though i wouldnt call myself a good skier since that was my first time ever! but psyched nonetheless. there are two particular incidents to tell: one is funny and the other is funny/serious. i still find it hard to believe the former cause how can they not find a size for my pair of ski boots!?!? i mean, come on man!! do i look like a gigantor or something? i first took it as a light joke but apparently it wasnt. i was excited as hell and when my turn came up, they told me they didnt have my size. well, not exactly. i managed to try on some pairs, the bigger ones that is. but all to no avail. on some, my foot couldnt even fit into the boot opening; on others, the series of boot locks wouldnt latch. sighs. frustrating? yes. embarassing? hell yes! crap. dejavu-like, i could see the bootkeeper chuckling lightly behind the bar as i handed over the last pair i tried on. sighs. nonetheless i finally ended up with no other choice but to take on snowboarding, which somehow leads right to the next story. *how nice innit? phhffffftttttttttttt* at first i thought: "yeah, i can do this shit! i saw those people and it doesnt look too hard to master". plus i cant stop picturing myself with my super big ski goggle and my foot on the board; you know, gliding down the snowhill, swerving around corners, jumping over snow humps and all. by the end of the third day, i will be a pro, or so i thought. well, at least it was this cool in the back of my mind. by the end of my third run, there i was lying on my back in the middle of the beginner course and this was not cool. i couldnt move, let alone helping myself up. i was so close to getting unconcious i remembered and i didnt have anymore gas in me. the thought of getting wrecked by a speeding skier/boarder hit my mind for a moment but i didnt move as if my body was paralyzed. afraid i was, yet i was laid helpless. it wasnt until then i realized that snowboarding isnt prolly my thing after all. yupe, no no. i finally managed to collect enough energy to bring myself up and standing after a minute or so. with my body feeling like i had 3 broken cage ribs and a slight concussion on my head, i continued my journey downhill to the base, walking that is. *knock yourself out guys. i know i know. its very funny* from the base, i headed straight back to the motel and by nightfall, i returned my snowboard. in the end, it wasnt going to be a 3-day fun outdoor experience but more like a 1-day outdoor accident + a 2-day boring indoor experience. crap. so much for my wild imagination. sighs. hey, at least i gotta snowboard for once in my life! hihihihi. though i am not so sure if i want to do it again. blah! life's too short rite? hohoho.

fortunately i havent got all my winter memories filled of me making a mockery out of myself. LOL. i remembered one night a couple of friends, my brother, and i made our first snowman ever! or at least we tried. hahahahhaa. it turned out that it isnt easy at all. the condition of the snow definitely makes all the difference; and it takes skills and a good meal before you are successful simply because you need lots n lots of energy just to make a good round snowman's head, let alone the fat body figure. sighs. we ended up with a couple pairs of tired hands and a distortedly mashed snowman head. LOL. we made a couple snow angels in place of the snowman. hihihi.

well, i guess that's it then for now. with this i officially close my winter wonderland chapter. hehehehe. and the countdown has begun people! woohooooo. me out now. Cheers.

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kid me not, kid u not ...

R U IN 4 A SURPRISE?
i know. it's just that cool, innit?

you and my dancing silhouette ...

i find it quite a pleasant surprise that my last canadian winter is spring-like. and i am thankful for it. hihihi. well, maybe i am a lil disappointed but given my everlasting flu streak, i think im good with a mild 9⁰ celcius. LOL. apparently i am trying to enjoy my last coupla weeks of stay here in toronto before heading south-east. hehehe. wanted to fly over to vancouver but conditions forbid. so i guess it will have to wait for now. keep the dream alive so to say. LOL. anyways the new year is here. everyone is back from the holidays. at least physically i hope. wakakaka. the mind lingers on everything that happened during the past few weeks in the mean time i suppose. if not, no worries at all. prolly one had a few drinks too many. the favourite of them all. LOL. despite the spirit of the celebration, however, some people (including myself) didnt even get a chance to celebrate. and that is why i am taking you people on a challenge: who can beat my NYE's party? (the unparty-ed edition). wooohooooooooo. so what did i do on new year eve? i was slayed on my bed with an infectious cold and flu. did practically nothing special during the day whatsoever. and i was back in bed by 9PM later in the evening. absolutely the worst new year celebration i've ever had. wait a minute. NO countdown, NO booze, NO memories, and NO recollection of what went on around the globe that fateful night. i'd say they all add up to NO celebration! and yeah, its already recorded in my history book aite. sighs. sad indeed. so here i am now asking you heaps out there to beat this record of mine. so i can at least leave myself some shred of dignity and peace. LOL. if i can pick a soundtrack for this part, it would be that begging song "what's left of me" by nick lachey. wakakakkakakaa. leave the dude alone man. hihihihi. anyways i am certainly looking forward to a smooth, peaceful stay during my remaining days in canada. maybe a recovery would be nice as well *please god please*. LOL. before i head out, a quick fix for ms.bubbly who's drowning in misery these days: sometimes we need to let go, just to let it come back. but i guess this is no fix for ya eh? sighs. well, hope the days day faster and the nights night faster then. LOL. okie dokie. have a good one y'all! me out now. Cheers.