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Didn't like the post. The point is, I crashed the car into Anton's wall.
Year 2007.
Shenyang's Life History.
20 years ago, nurses in Elizabeth Hospital in Kota Kinabalu welcomed the birth of a person with extraordinary talents unknown to man. He was king. He had everything he wanted and more. He got his grandad to piggybag him anytime he wanted, he also asked his elder to imitate the sound of lizards which amuses him and to take him to the playground at his command irrespective of time.
18 years ago, this boy had his special talents superseded. Because another King was born. Although he was inferior in terms of rank, he still got what he wanted by superior means of intimidation. Most of the time.
16 years ago, this boy was forced to attend pre-school, againts his will. He fought mightily and resisted temporary deportation to the institution, but he failed to succeed. Education eroded his intelligence and kept his thinking in a box filled with Peter & Jane and tambourine banging. He did not like being seen in this condition, especially not infront of his first crush which he still remembers today. He ended pre-school education with a stage performance of the turtle and the rabbit, which he took role as the rabbit and his best friend then, the turtle. They never talked much to each other ever since.
14 years ago, this boy enrolled into primary school. He did not resist after multiple brain-washing sessions took place in pre-school. Here he witness lewd acts of 6 year olds. A girl lifting up her skirt showing her panties to another boy held down by two other accomplices of the girl. This event left a scar in his childhood, tormented the eyes and corrupted minds of every witness to this event.
13 years ago, this boy discovered the skill of make belief statements by accident. He hid a book titled "how to draw" and bookmarked the page of a sketch picture of a women's breast under his bed because he was unable to comprehend what interest him so much about the lump of fat. When the book was discovered he used logic. "Who the hell would hide something like that under his own bed? I've never seen the thing before, it must be the other King, he wants to put me to blame!". Eureka.
12 years ago, this boy mastered the art of balancing on 2 wheels. He also discovered football, which he enjoyed playing with total strangers in the field behind his house. He also mastered the art of opening the doors and gate silently to elude detection whenever he escaped to the field without the knowledge of his superiors. Being stealth also led him to other discoveries which he will not describe at this point.
10 years ago, this mischievous boy understood and appreciated the concept of solitude, started questioning his very existence. Here he also met another great guy which he knows till now.
9 years ago, this mischievous naughty boy acknowledged the cane after skipping tuition classes for 3 months.
8 years ago, this mischievous naughty boy finally managed to defeat his superior in badminton, and he completed primary school and sweared that he'll never write chinese again.
7 years ago, this kid discovered pokemon, digimon and porn.
6 years ago, he was still addicted to porn and pokemon, and discovered cybercafes.
5 years ago, his computer broke down and he didn't continue his porn watching habit. However, he was still addicted to pokemon. He also helped out with the Ghost House project for canteen day.
4 years ago, this teenager finally acknowledges that he was afraid of girls. This didn't help him at all when he was interested in this girl.
3 years ago, this teenager was still afraid of talking to girls. He headed Ghost House 2, and managed great financial success. His friend of 7 years totally foiled his plans to get the girl he liked to the Ghost House which he managed to ask her to have a visit. This was done through the PA system directly facing the main crowd with something along the lines of, "This is a dedication coming from Chin Shenyang, going out to XXX with a message I love you." I hated the song [Daniel Beningfield-If you're not the one] ever since.
2 years ago, this teenager got his boring ass into form 6. He was forced to overcome his phobia of the other sex to adapt. Great success, but was also left to pick up pieces of his shattered heart.
1 year ago, this teenager studied his ass off and managed considerable success.
This year, this young adult enrolled into Malaysia's most prestigious university and things are looking good so far.
What's next for the next 20 years? I'll tell you the first installment of the next 20 year story, the next year that starts tomorrow.
Have a good 2007 everyone!
It's that time again!
It's a time of celebration, a moment where we share and spread the spirit of commercialised Christmas, where we exchange presents and hope that every one got what they wished for, generate more income for the big companies, feed the addiction of lavish lifestyles of the old man in the company with round bellies and overweight CEO's with enough fat to generate electricity for a small city, and watch them get a new house for their mistress so that they keep both wives and tax officers away from their fortune, while we sulk at first sight of the unwrapped presents.
Most of you forget that there's an alternative way to celebrate christmas. The proper way. Since most of you do not think much about the birth of Christ, and enjoy singing "Rudolph the red nose reindeer" than "What child is this", and hope that Santa comes down your non-existent chimney than the coming of Christ, and wishes for global warming so that the weather gets haywire and start snowing in the tropics. This is what you do. You spend time with the friends around you.
With alcohol.
What else could you possibly ask for? Everyone takes a sip (2 sips/cups/mugs depending on the individual), gets high and happy, start shouting like mad mans on the streets which relieves stress, talk about things you normally wouldn't whisper about, secret affairs, crushes, who you killed and not feelings embarrass about it, because everyone will be laughing their ass off no matter what you say. This my friends, is the best way to celebrate Christmas and I urge you, everyone single one of you, to treasure this moment because it only comes around once a year, a moment that can never be returned but always kept in our memories.
Ahaks. I kid. Except for the last part.
Merry X'mas everyone, hope you have a blast no matter how you celebrate. And please slow down on the booze, drink responsibly, don't end up like this kid right here. Psssh, what was he thinking?!
Afraid. No more.
People are afraid of different things, but all of us share the same fear at some point of our lives. Perhaps most of us still are, we do not realize it, or choose to deny that we're afraid of change. Changes that affects our lives, that we do not know if it'll benefit us, good or bad unless we take that leap of faith. It is in the norm that we always want the good stuff, but it is always the fear to take that fall that prevents all of us to make that change.
We are afraid to fail, make mistakes, disappoint, accept criticism, ridiculed. Afraid to be ashamed, hurt and even afraid to seek for love. It is this fear that drives us to depression, anger, sadness and regret. The fear to change, to live outside the comfort zone, to give yourself a chance to be a better person.
We look at other peoples success and happiness and we question "How did they do it?", looking for tips, advises and shortcuts hoping that you'll have the same. We often forget, maybe clouded by their wealth that they too had bad times they had to deal with. We are always looking for happiness never sorrow. We are hypocrites, knowing that there's no such thing as a free lunch, yet, always hoping for one.
We should challenge ourselves to take that fall, rise up and do it all over again. There will be wounds, deep wounds sometimes. It take time to heal wounds, only time, and time is what we youth have in abundant. It'll be one hell of a journey and a story, because when you're old and fragile, you'll laugh and you'll be happy because you're satisfied that you led a full life, because the change you made, made you into a better person. And it'll be one hell of a story to tell , and they'll remember you, they'll remember that you're a great man who wasn't afraid to make that change, to make that great change, changes you make that will inspire them to face their fears, changes that will make them into a better person.
Make that move and take whatever that comes, even when all hell breaks loose you deal with it . Instead of living the rest of your life, regretting that you didn't.
Doggy Fun.
Now... most of you already know that I love my dogs. What you guys DON'T know, is why I love them.
Here's one reason.
My dogs are killing machines. You're crazy, is what you're probably telling me now. But being the person who prides himself as a person of truth and justice, I have with me, photographic evidence of their act in the massacre of the monitor lizard.
Now you see.. the next question you'd ask is.. "Where the hell did you find monitor lizards?", of course I could reply saying that also being the biologist that I am, I'm naturally inclined to see nature having fun at my backyard and I therefore lured them there, but it'll also contradict with what I said ealier about how much fun I get watching my dogs ripping its gut wide open. I'm starting to think that I've developed a interest in watching things die. Which kinda makes sense, since you can only cut it open and observe it's internal structure while it's dead. I'm gonna be one hell of a biologist.
Without wasting anytime, let me show you photographic evidence of their act.
On the top left, we have with us Subejct Killing Machine #1, codename: Baby @ Xiao Boy. Don't let him dumb appearance fool you, he is dumber than he actually looks. Infront of Baby, we have us Killing Machine #0, codename: Dude, who is in charge of lead operations, tactical and strategy. And infront of Dude, we have with us, uhhh.... the monitor lizard who is playing dead.
A close up of the scene revealed that the monitor lizard did not die from the jaws of Dude and Baby, there wasn't even a puncture to the reptileous scale.
So I dug a pit and buried it alive, and proceeded to stomp on the ground to make sure it doesn't crawl out.
And Dude was happy about it. Awwwww... Love ya lots too <3.
Okay.. so I a bunch of things up. But it was a nice story right?
