[stranger things have happened]

Finally summed up enough courage to go see a GP and check my nose. I need to do a CT scan before I will be referred to a specialist. Why didn't I do this earlier? Ask me no questions and I will tell you no lies.

[you are clearly misrepresented here sir!]

I did not realise that it is already the 24th as it is the midsemester break. That's how it usually went, my brain shuts down, have no idea what day or date it is. Then someone gave me a message, "congrats yadda yadda yadda." 22? No way. What day is it today? 24th? Oh $%@^#&*

Denial is bliss. This is actually a bad dream. I will soon wake up and I'm still 18 again.

Went out that night to go out and eat at a burger joint. Ordered 3 burgers and fries to clog my artery. Halfway through the meal, it began to rain. Relax, it's just a drizzle. What was just a drizzle turned out to be a torrential downpour. Still, there was nothing that can tear me apart from this juicy and fattening burger. But then I remembered that I didn't close the window to my room and I'm 78% sure that the wind is blowing into the room. The thing that concerns me is that my monitor will be drenched due to this room's furniture placement. Heavy though my heart is, I haven't ate the last burger yet, but the worldly love of my LCD monitor is greater. Left the burger for my housemate to bring home ("Don't you even think of finishing my burger or your life will be a living hell!"), pulled up my sweatpants, psyched myself up, and I practically sprinted all the way home. The joint was approximately 1.5kms from our house but I managed to get home, wet to the bone, in under 12 minutes. I can barely lift my bottom when I left KL, at times like these I want to kiss my fitness and conditioning coach instead of muttering curses under my breath.

When I got home, my worst fear came true. My monitor is indeed drenched including all of my lecture notes. Hence I spent the next half an hour trying to dry it all (monitor, keyboard, mouse, desk lamp, cowboy boots, etc..) using a hairdryer.

[effective dehydration]

I am not sponsored by the government. I am sponsored by the public. A public servant's priority is to serve the public in general, there is nowhere written that it should only serve the tax paying members of Umno or anybody holding the office. It is obligated to serve the citizens of Malaysia, which includes a Pok Cik filing his tax returns in Kelantan, the Chinese operating his roast duck stall, the Indian cutting the hair of a client in his barber shop, the Iban in Lubok Antu weaving a Pua Kumbu and all other races in Malaysia regardless of their political orientation, language or even literacy level. This applies to all public servant, or the not politically correct IMHO government servant, working anywhere in or outside of Malaysia.

I am entitled to my opinion as you are of your own. However I'm pretty sure that this opinion is based on carefully drawn facts and observations.

I'm not trying to bite the hand that feeds, I do not think that I am able to bite 24M (and counting) hands. I'd rather sink my teeth into a juicy fried chicken. Also, there's no telling where the hand that I'm allegedly biting has been to.

[i do what i want, when i want]

"Hi. My name's Wan."

"Nice to meet you, how do you spell your name again?"

At this point, I usually have this great urge to spell my name as J-U-A-N. Yes, Juan. Got away with it once, the second time won't hurt.

Interesting times, indeed.

[take in moderation]

Melbourne is experiencing a heatwave. Disgustingly hot.

After cleaning my mouthguard yesterday, i left it on the windowsill. The mercury reached 39, and the mouthguard turned into a hot goo of molten rubber. Pandai sangat.

Let's see what else will go cair. Hmm.

[Love Thy Mouthguard]

"If you're a superhero, who would you be?" a friend asked me earlier.

After giving it some thought, "I would be my dad. I think he's a superhero."

"Not fair la, someone else la."

"Ok lah, Doraemon then. Or Homer. Is he a superhero, by the way?"

The conversation was ended rather abruptly by the drowsiness.

The earlier post was a string of nonsense. Somebody should confiscate his keyboard. As to why he often refer to himself in the third person is quite intriguing, it could be a telltale sign of a mental sickness, for him copping a knee to the head earlier in the day. Lucky for him to wear a headgear at the time of said incident.

3 months of no update? what kind of blog is this?

i truly think that the proprietor of this winded up blog is losing his grip and vision. He has truly forgotten the reason this blog was here in the 1st place, TO TELL THE WORLD OF THE MISERY AND SUFFERING OF LIVING A KEHIDUPAN HIDUNG TERSUMBAT. Whatever, kiss my large behind.

The internet was just connected a couple of days ago. Still, more or less trying to get back on our feet. Slowly but surely, mostly slowly. With a great deal of leisure thrown in the mix.

What else happened in the last 3 months? Oh yes, i have definitely expanded the size of my belt and used to put a lot of pressure upon the ground which i stand. Trying hard day by day not to be sunk into the ground. But the added weight comes as a sort of blessing as i'm now able to ply my trade in the forward pack. You think you're big and you can push me around on the rugby field eh? Not anymore.

Wait...

"ARE YOU PLAYING RUGBY AGAIN?!" Ko dah gila ke, kan ke dah p***h dah dulu blablablablablaHomerSimpsonblablablaD80blablablaLomu-esquebla
blablarotikosongblablabla(goes on and on for about 2-3 minutes)

Ragbi? Sapa kata aku main ragbi? Kan ke bahaya main ragbi ni. Ish, tak nak la aku main ragbi lagi.

Often, them who lie are indeed snakes with forked tongues.