The Reader

This morning, out of a sudden, I realized how long it has been ever since I do anything with this internet journal world (be it updating my own blog or reading others). Well, at least not as long as my “together-we-have-been-madly-updating-unimportant-verydetailed-sh**s-of-our-life” 742, who I see, last updated in the year 2008. Way to go man (and to think he was THE one who was very passionate about updating & looking at the visitors flow)

So I have decided to kick start my blogging life again for the umpteenth time. Starting with…movies (bit lame I know as I myself don’t read what other people think about movies that I know I want to watch)

Anyway, over the hols, I’ve watched some pretty good (downloaded)movies, and some pretty bad ones. And I especially love those thought provoking ones, after all those are always the ones that lingers in your mind long after you watched them.

These are the 3 movies I highly recommend :Michael Clayton, Gone Baby Gone, and The reader. They all touched on morality in different ways…what is right, what is wrong? Human nature, CHOICES and the cruel reality that is happening right at this moment. Go watch them if you have the chance

Some good quotes from The Reader

-What we feel isn’t important. It’s utterly unimportant. The only question is what we do.

-It doesn’t matter what I feel. It doesn’t matter what I think. The dead are still dead.

There might be ghost upstairs.

The story : We were having this mini party of 6 people at my place. And leehui who was helpful, offered to get some stuff from upstairs. Well, it was close to seven pm, so the upper floor of my house is dark without the lights on.

WeiJIN, who epitomize the term “Lazy-man-who-just-turn-up-to-a-party-expecting-not-to-do-anything” perfectly, tactlessly shot out this one-liner

“Be careful, there might be ghost upstairs.”

So, in the end i had to go up with lhui.

Fast forward 2 hours later. Jin asked for a nokia charger, which I have it upstairs. So i told him to get it for himself, and he was halfway up the stairs, when I knew I have to say it.

“Be careful, there might be ghost upstairs.”

He stopped abruptly. Turned back with his priceless facial expression for all of us to laugh at.

Jin, moral of the story. Karma bites back at your ass eh?

The First Ass of her life

The story goes…This friend of mine asked me to read this blog post of a girl he knows. ‘How mean’ I thought, when I saw the title “met-first-ass-of-my-life”.

I’ll do my famed C&P. Or if u like the uni term better, plagiarism.

” Recently, there’s a guy from my class who really pisses me off. He always says weird stuff to me. Especially through text messages. If he’s a little bit more good-looking, no, thousand times more good-looking, I would maybe still feel a little better than I feel now. But he’s just fugly. Look what he said to me the other day that really got me on fire…

“u noe, i was wondering..do u hav so low self esteem of ur body tht u r willing 4 any random guy to touch u? or u jz syok 4 guys to touch u?”

You know why he said that? Because he saw one of my friends touching my shoulders. Actually my friend was just pushing me away. Shoulders! Fucking shoulders! I still can’t see what’s wrong with it? And that son of a bitch actually sent me that message.

Here’s the story. He invited himself to the Pyramid when he knew I was going there with my friends. My friends knew that I don’t like him. I kept avoiding him there. He was following us everywhere. My friend even described him as “Digi patung”. One of my friends would push me away whenever that bastard tried to come near me. That’s why whenever he saw me, my friend would have his hands on my shoulders, pushing me away.

He was practically calling me a bitch. I got so mad I even called him and gave him a piece of my mind. What makes me even madder is that he asked what my problem was when I called him. What’s my problem? My problem is YOU, asshole! Sending such a message to me and still asking me what’s my problem. Now that I think about it, I still can’t believe myself. I’ve never done anything like this in the 17 years of my life, you know, calling people just to quarrel with them and shit. Some of my island friends haven’t even seen me mad before. I guess it’s totally understantable bacause I’ve never met such an ass ever in my life! There was one other time when I nearly called him to argue with him. He called my friends idiots and dorks. Long story and I forgot half of it.

Before this, I would sit at my usual seat in Advanced Mathematics class which was beside him even when I don’t like him (why did I do that? Stupid!). Now I sit elsewhere. Fucking asshole. This is harrassment, I tell ya! Harrassment! “

Now, the twist of the story is. The first ass of her life is my friend.

And of course, he has his side of story. Point forms

- He didn’t invite himself, the girl invited him by saying “We’ll see how tomorrow la.”
- He knew the girl was going to pyramid, so in accordance to “We’ll see how tomorrow la.”, he followed her.
- The girl wasn’t annoyed. Cough* But told him “Oh, we booked the tickets earlier, but we didn’t count you in.”
- He followed in regardless, by tagging behind a crowd in to watch free movie.
- The girl was touched many times (arms, shoulders, and waist)
- Hence the angry message.

Well, if you ask me…I can’t defend him can i? For any person with an ounce of common sense will tell you, the girl ain’t want u there, leave with dignity.

But he didn’t.

And all this can be explained by his truest form – Beast. My friend has no common sense when it comes down to the art of talking. He has a good heart, but…BIG BUT, he does everything the wrong way. That no logic can explain.

In his short span of 20 years of living, he has encountered : report of sexual harassment (another story for another day), beat up by a guy who is a d**k himself(wanting to impress the girl he too like), got told off by a girl “My life is better off without you”, and countless many other things.

This group of ours has been trying hard to change him. But to no avail up to this moment. Well, we never ever really gonna give up on him, as he does need the help. So first-ass-of-her-life, if you are reading this: Listen to what we tell you. It’s for your own good. Like Darwinism, Beast has to evolve into Man at some point in its/his life.

My dad and facebook

The story goes like this…

I log in facebook one day only to find that I have a new friend request. The “friend” in fact is my dad.

Being a filial son, I, of course ignore the request.

Few days later, my second bro dear Eugene asked me : ” did u see dad’s fb request? ”

“yeah”

“what did you do?”

” I ignore.”

He replied with a wry smile, thus I asked back
” you? “

” I left it there “

Both of us then burst out laughing

today.

today, i’m sitting on the bed ‘trying’ my hardest to study. of course, it’s not working out… and i’m also not exactly sitting down.. more in a half lying position with the laptop in front of me.

today, i wondered how long girls take just to reach melbourne central (from lonsdale st) and wondered why they’re such slow-moving creatures. then again, i’m guilty of it all the time since i took 15 minutes to walk from melbourne university to college house (it’s only a 5-10 minute walk).

today, i realised that parking on sundays are no longer free. how sad. at least i have a box of coins in my room to fill up the meter.

today, i’m wondering why i’m not watching watchmen when it’s only ma15+ here in australia. then again, i’m able to watch a whole lot of shows that age doesn’t matter to me anymore. *hint hint* by the way, i’m not hinting about how old i am.

there, a sneak peek of what it’s like in derek’s head according to J.

what J wonders today:
when D will find out about this.
why we’re on this earth for (our purpose in life) and what is the reason for existing here, on earth, in the first place.
what the bible says about patriarchy.
what i’ll eat for dinner tonight.
when D will finish up his “rich and famous” blog post which was typed oh so long ago.
what this semester brings since there’s been changes in her life.

Light , Melbourne.

After sending J to the airport today, took a bus back from Southern Cross Station.

Was 30 minutes into the journey when Melbourne Central loomed large ahead, something quite extraordinary happened. For a moment, It felt like I was visiting MC for the very first time. In case some of you might not know, I live directly opposite MC. And MC to me now, is like the old Indian lady house in PJ.

At that point of time, everything felt new, felt different. It is like I’m a Just-arrived tourist. I was a stranger to the city again.

Theory. Either the sunlight somehow shone a different MC to me today, or I was influenced by the tourists behind me who pointed MC :”I think we are in the city now.”

In the end I figured. It must be that I viewed MC in a very different way today. Had a different feeling, carried a different weight on my shoulder(which is none), and hence a different light of Melbourne.

不一样的心情，给你不一样的感觉。
If you have a different feeling in the same old place, I guess it will proceed to give you a different light of that place itself.

Beautiful people?

I came across this article ”The Web’s 10 Weirdest Social Networks”. Had a read and generally found it quite interesting. Let’s see…

we have hamster enthusiasts meeting each other. “How do I make another hamster friends with mine?” is one of the FAQs, I’m dead-panned serious. Or comparing notes like ”how Hammy Heit always tries to escape” and ”Fatty likes lying in bed with the fan blowing on his face” can only makes you go aww.

Other than that, we have mustache lovers, lonely farmers, zombies wannabees??!!!!!
ALL specially WWW catered.

But nothing compare as beautifully to this…in its pure madness rating. A hint to it…. www.beautifulpeople.net

[ Only applicants deemed beautiful enough by existing members are welcome. To gain access, you need to post self-portraits (including a full-body shot) and leave them up for three days while those on the inside size you up. The tone of the site is Darwinian smug, proudly "separating the hippos from the cheetahs" in the online dating jungle; just one out of 10 applicants makes the cut. ]

yep peoples. I’m in it. One of the proud members, hands shaking paisehly* ” i’m not that beautiful laaa. “…when i was day-dreaming yesterday

The point of the story is.. looking for social networks? forget about facebook !

Welcome to 1 0 0 1 (if you are on the DeLorean back to 2008)

One thousand and one feelings to express. One thousand and one pictures to share. One thousand and one songs to sing. One thousand and one stories to tell. All 1001. Would you be there?