1. one can only fit into your jeans with much difficulty. Oh but that's not the end of it, one has to move around with much agony too, and that's because the jeans are so tight he'd puke if it got any tighter.
2. there is a perceptible layer of fat linking the jaw to the neck. At some point, the jaw disappears.
3. while scanning through recent photos, it is observed that one's face is puffier than previously thought.
4. one gets severe bodyaches after playing football for less than 2 hours.
5. toned body is turning into one that is of a ton.
I reflect deeply, and realise that I very much fit into the above categories. Brilliant! Shall I embrace the deterioration of the metabolism that I have been over reliant on, or loathe the curse that age brings...pui!
Friday, January 29, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Halcyon days
The past week has been a week of joy, jokes and laughter(weee! no more exams for the next 3 months at least!). It made me reminisce about early months in college where I had time on my side, bundles of joy around me, but during which time, I veered off the course of life. There are many interpretations of life, most make sense, while some a just plain daft. Since I came to UK, I've been a changed man- hardly go out, mind my own business, do my work promptly and maybe hang around my loved ones once in a while. Some have observed that I live a prudent life, others who are less kind have blurted the word 'boringgg'. I say, we'll see who has more of a life later in life. =)
I live in a house with 3 girls, 2 of whom I was rather friendly with last year. I made a gamble of agreeing to live with them 3, despite not knowing what No. 4 was like. A very intriguinig character she is, though not one to be feared of, because of what she's capable of (or rather the gross lack of it). I find her absolutely decadent, notwithstanding the fact the her standards for personal/household hygience and courtesy is by far the worst I've seen in a girl. Whoever takes her hand in marriage next time, good luck in advance!
I loathe my ability to hear even the faintest of sounds- neighbors hoovering the carpets, housemates chopping ribs and most recently, water dripping from the tap in my room! Maybe back in the stone age, I'd be considered to be blessed with a hunter's make-up, but now...not really =/ If I cannot cease to be so sensitive to noise, I will be the hunted in this day and age. Snap out of it. Focus.
I live in a house with 3 girls, 2 of whom I was rather friendly with last year. I made a gamble of agreeing to live with them 3, despite not knowing what No. 4 was like. A very intriguinig character she is, though not one to be feared of, because of what she's capable of (or rather the gross lack of it). I find her absolutely decadent, notwithstanding the fact the her standards for personal/household hygience and courtesy is by far the worst I've seen in a girl. Whoever takes her hand in marriage next time, good luck in advance!
I loathe my ability to hear even the faintest of sounds- neighbors hoovering the carpets, housemates chopping ribs and most recently, water dripping from the tap in my room! Maybe back in the stone age, I'd be considered to be blessed with a hunter's make-up, but now...not really =/ If I cannot cease to be so sensitive to noise, I will be the hunted in this day and age. Snap out of it. Focus.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
The recipe for success- Connections
Ever wondered why some people do so well even though u know they don't deserve it?
Monday, July 6, 2009
A Vision
As of now, it's hard to see where I'll be in 5 years time. It's even harder to envision where i will be in 10 years time. But it does not matter too much, because I have a dream of building my own business empire, be it selling poultry or sewage cleaning or corporate banking, I will build my empire. Everyone wants to be rich, the only variable is how they go about achieving this aim. Along the streets of Kuala Lumpur, it is not hard to observe a whole spectrum of people belonging to different levels of the social ladder. At the very low, weather beaten, poor and somewhat pitiful end, beggars/hobos/handicapped people selling tissues rein supreme. I cannot help but to sympathise with their squalid state. Everytime I walk pass them, I get very tempted to help them with everything I have, then I pull back after realising that i have nothing much to offer. I would then walk away with my teeth tightly clenched due to the overwhelming sense of helplessness.
Higher up the ladder, we have the traders of merchandise/food. They slog day and night for a better life, only to progress imperceptibly each day. Few are lucky enough to strike it big, but the majority can only get by comfortably. Next up, we have the bourgeois, the stuck up middle level managers and the down to earth rising stars of the future. These are the meanest of the lot- the machiavellian people. Eager more than ever to climb on each other to attain a higher status, these are the budding politicians. Above these minions of the society, we have the senior managers and CEOs, who are masters of their own profession(either through climbing on people, pulling strings, ropes, and what have you, or worked their asses off so hard that they've been rewarded). They're rich, but they're not as impressive as those coming up next. The echelons of power are held by the wealthy(duh...). They were once like every one of us, except that they were/are still innovative, hardworking, very persistent and as much as they are unwilling to admit, damn freakin' lucky. In my opinion, they became rich because their preparation met an opportunity, and that by no means implies that they do not deserve what they have, but only that they were fortunate enough to be thrown opportunities at, and my dream is to be one of them. But I cannot to it alone. In fact, no one can. Even Bill Gates needed to pull some strings at IBM before he started earning money at the rate that would crush 100000 people at a time. I hope to find more friends/partners who share the same vision, and maybe we could work towards our common goal. The reason is simple: I want a better life for my family. I don't want my children to grow up having been deprived of the opportunities that money can get. I love my family. I'd like to help the world. Having money is also nice. Having loads of it...is AWESOME.
so what do you say, mates? let's roll, uk style. And then make it LEGEND-----wait for it----
---ARY!!!
It's time to punk it up, yo!
Higher up the ladder, we have the traders of merchandise/food. They slog day and night for a better life, only to progress imperceptibly each day. Few are lucky enough to strike it big, but the majority can only get by comfortably. Next up, we have the bourgeois, the stuck up middle level managers and the down to earth rising stars of the future. These are the meanest of the lot- the machiavellian people. Eager more than ever to climb on each other to attain a higher status, these are the budding politicians. Above these minions of the society, we have the senior managers and CEOs, who are masters of their own profession(either through climbing on people, pulling strings, ropes, and what have you, or worked their asses off so hard that they've been rewarded). They're rich, but they're not as impressive as those coming up next. The echelons of power are held by the wealthy(duh...). They were once like every one of us, except that they were/are still innovative, hardworking, very persistent and as much as they are unwilling to admit, damn freakin' lucky. In my opinion, they became rich because their preparation met an opportunity, and that by no means implies that they do not deserve what they have, but only that they were fortunate enough to be thrown opportunities at, and my dream is to be one of them. But I cannot to it alone. In fact, no one can. Even Bill Gates needed to pull some strings at IBM before he started earning money at the rate that would crush 100000 people at a time. I hope to find more friends/partners who share the same vision, and maybe we could work towards our common goal. The reason is simple: I want a better life for my family. I don't want my children to grow up having been deprived of the opportunities that money can get. I love my family. I'd like to help the world. Having money is also nice. Having loads of it...is AWESOME.
so what do you say, mates? let's roll, uk style. And then make it LEGEND-----wait for it----
---ARY!!!
It's time to punk it up, yo!
Friday, April 17, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Stage fright
I hardly ever feel this way. Something has been bothering me for quite a while now and it is becoming disruptive to my life because it robs me of sleep, concentration and time. Maybe I should act on it now, then things would be so much clearer; but if I did, I would risk losing another thing I hold dear. So hesitant, so uncertain, so miserable...
Maybe I've been away from home for too long
Maybe I'm just not bold enough
Maybe this is not the life I seek
Stop thinking.
Maybe I've been away from home for too long
Maybe I'm just not bold enough
Maybe this is not the life I seek
Stop thinking.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Ghandi Said...
There was a poster sale in cornwall house the whole of yesterday. Under usual circumstances, I would all but walk pass without paying much attention to whatever was available. This time I got enticed by a poster of Kelly Hazel being scantily clad, but I eventually ended up looking through rather decent posters of various kinds. Then I stumbled upon a series of motivational posters, one of which had ghandi's reflective(yes, like a mirror) head with him donning a beaming smile. And so it read, 'Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever'. I got inspired after I read the first sentence, but as I went on finish the second sentence, I felt triumphant that this quote of his -as meaningful as it may seem- was moot. If I were to learn as if I were to live forever, I would seriously take my time, since I would have all the time in the world to learn. Tongue in cheek, I would announce to my parents that ghandi actually encouraged people to learn at their desired pace. Since that was the case, everything would take priority over learning. Ha!
Just came back from dance practice not too long ago...and now I actually smell like my partner- which isn't a bad thing. Today's dance practice was a little dissimilar to other practices- I was genuinely ecstatic and satisfied. Vic and I managed to fine-tune up our chacha and jive routine to the brink of perfection(from our point of view)with the help of the ever-altruistic jackie tibbetts. Of all the motivations behind my learning of these dances, she has been the most inspirational. If Vic and I manage to get anything from the competition that looms, it will be because of Jackie. Despite stealing the show for all competitions this year, she is far from what I would consider complacent. Above all, she is and will always be the reason behind why I have improved faster than some of the other beginner dancers. I really should find a way to thank her for her guidance and encouragement. Jackie has been instrumental in the performance of our society and will always be seen as one of the greats that make her own path in this university. Instincts tell me she will not be staying for her masters degree next year, which is really a shame, given how much she has to offer to both the university and the dancesport society. It is indeed rare that a person can be so beautiful on the surface and at heart at the same time. If more girls were like her, life would be so much more enjoyable. Unfortunately, it remains a utopian fantasy. Regardless, she will always be remembered as my dancing inspiration. ^^
xxx
Just came back from dance practice not too long ago...and now I actually smell like my partner- which isn't a bad thing. Today's dance practice was a little dissimilar to other practices- I was genuinely ecstatic and satisfied. Vic and I managed to fine-tune up our chacha and jive routine to the brink of perfection(from our point of view)with the help of the ever-altruistic jackie tibbetts. Of all the motivations behind my learning of these dances, she has been the most inspirational. If Vic and I manage to get anything from the competition that looms, it will be because of Jackie. Despite stealing the show for all competitions this year, she is far from what I would consider complacent. Above all, she is and will always be the reason behind why I have improved faster than some of the other beginner dancers. I really should find a way to thank her for her guidance and encouragement. Jackie has been instrumental in the performance of our society and will always be seen as one of the greats that make her own path in this university. Instincts tell me she will not be staying for her masters degree next year, which is really a shame, given how much she has to offer to both the university and the dancesport society. It is indeed rare that a person can be so beautiful on the surface and at heart at the same time. If more girls were like her, life would be so much more enjoyable. Unfortunately, it remains a utopian fantasy. Regardless, she will always be remembered as my dancing inspiration. ^^
xxx
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