Look what I've found...

Did an exact search for "her red thong" on google and pulled out quite a nice story to read.


Trisha vs Liz

Well, my first match was pretty exciting. I had the items that were smashed during the first battle replaced, but I decided to change the bed. I tossed the old mattress and, well, didn't replace it. The wooden bed frame was all that remained. Besides, who could get possibly get hurt when a mattress is involved?

Word spread of the first match, and people were whispering. Then one day, I returned home from school, and seen a couple of new messages on my message manager. The first was my mom, the second my best friend, and the third...my second match. It was a girl named Trisha. She said she had a fight ready between her and Liz. Trisha had a boyfriend named Louie. Trisha was an A student. They were a tight couple for the past 2 ½ years, then Liz moved in. Liz was a cheerleader, and recently slept with Louie, and Trisha found out about it. Trisha challenged Liz, and Liz accepted. It was on!!

Trisha arrived first. She was 17, and in grade 12. She wore a tight pair of white pants with a black belly shirt. It was easy to see her red thongs underneath those white pants. She had short black hair, hazel eyes, and a medium size set of racks. She was like something out of the Playboy magazine. She sat down and told me the story I told you in paragraph 2. I showed her to the guest room, and that is where she waited.

Liz arrived later. She was also 17 and in grade 12. She wore a pair of red tearaway track pants with a white Nike shirt. She had long black hair, big beautiful blue eyes, and a smaller set of tits then Trisha. The thing is, she had the nicest set of hips/ass I have ever seen. Her ass stuck off just perfectly. She was beautiful. I told her that Trisha was already here, and showed her to, The Bedroom. I then went and got Trisha.

The two girls gathered in the bedroom. Trisha wore the same clothes she wore when she entered the house. Liz on the other hand, tore her track pants off, and removed her shirt. She now wore a pair of tiny white silk panties which barely reached the crack off her ass, with no bra.

"This is what your boyfriend really wants!" Liz said.
"Fuck off you fuckin' whore!!"

After uttering the threat, Trisha charged Liz and speared her back into the wall. The impact was enough to leave a hole in the wall. Liz's mouth was wide open, and she let out a cry of pain. Trisha let her fall to the floor. However, that didn't happen. Liz just sat there in the wall. She was stuck in the wall, trying to hold her back. Trisha went over and pulled her out of the hole via her hair. She pulled her to the middle of the floor and gave her an uppercut. Liz's eyes traveled to the back of her head and she hit the floor with a thud. Trisha meant business. Liz lay there motionless, spread eagle, but beautiful at the same time. Trisha went over and sat on Liz's stomach.

"So this is what my boyfriend likes huh?"

Trisha then began to nipple twist Liz until Liz started to squirm. Trisha then got up and lifted Liz up to her feet as well. Liz stood there with her hands dangling by her side, and a trickle of blood flowing down her lip. Trisha kicked Liz in the stomach, and Liz doubled forward. Trisha placed Liz's head between her thighs and just stood there. Trisha glanced down and noticed Liz's tight little silk white panties. She reached down and started to rub Liz's ass, and Liz didn't retaliate. Trisha was taking too long, and Liz made her pay. Liz used her legs to stand upright, with Trisha on her back, facing Liz's beautiful behind. Liz had Trisha by the legs, and wondered what to do with her. Trisha was just hanging there, trying desperately to get free. She yanked on Liz's panties giving her a wedgie, but Liz wasn't letting go. Liz stood on the bed and quickly pulled Trisha's legs forward and dropped to her knees. Trisha flew over Liz and struck the wall back first. THUD!! Trisha moaned and dropped in a sitting position. She didn't have a chance to conceal her back when Crack!! Liz kneed Trisha right in the mouth. Blood flew from Trisha's lips, and tears were flowing from her cheeks. Trisha instantly went to fall on her side, but she was too close to the side of the bed. Instead of staying on the bed, she hit the floor. CRACK!!! Her head hit the floor first. There was no sound. Her body rolled over and Trisha was now face down on the floor. However, her lower body was still on the bed. Her back was arched in a painful position.

There was a puddle of blood on the floor next to Trisha's mouth. I went to check on Trisha, when she started to cough. She was still awake, but she looked defenseless. Liz then was standing over Trisha's shoulder blades, reached down to grab Trisha's legs, and began to pull back. A PAINFUL BOSTON CRAB!! Trisha was awake alright! She began to yell, scream, and plead. But to no avail. Liz released the hold, and laid Trisha face down on the floor. Liz then did something I thought I would never see. She removed her panties. She was naked. Trisha just lay there, face down on the floor, moaning and groaning. Liz grabbed Trisha and knelt her down with her back against the bed. She then got on the bed and yanked on Trisha's hair, so Trisha was facing the ceiling. Blood started to flow down Trisha's throat, and breathing became a problem.

"Ooh, what's wrong little Trisha? Having trouble breathing? Maybe this well help."

Liz then stuffed her white silk panties down Trisha's throat. If that wasn't bad enough, Liz then sat on Trisha's face, and stared into Trisha's eyes. Trisha kicked her legs wildly, but it didn't matter. Trisha's eyes were large and lifeless. All I could hear was muffled groans. In a last ditch effort, Trisha reached for Liz's breasts, and began to squeeze and claw. Liz didn't get off though. Trisha's last sound was a muffled cough, and her eyes slowly closed. Her hands left Liz's breasts and fell to her sides. Her legs stuck outright, and spread. I could see her red thongs riding up into her. Her whole body convulsed for about 15 seconds, then she was still. Liz got off and pulled Trisha up with her. She held Trisha in a bearhug position, before placing Trisha's head between her thighs. She held Trisha up by holding unto her pants. When she pulled up unto the pants, she revealed Trisha's red thongs.

"Your boyfriend won't be seeing those thongs anymore," Liz said with a grin.

Liz executed a perfect piledriver on the floor. CRACK!!! There was no reaction from Trisha. When Trisha's head hit the floor, her body tumbled to the ground. Trisha was left with her arms to her side, looking up at the lights, with Liz's panties stuffed down her throat. KO'ed!!

"As for your boyfriend," Liz said, "keep him. He's not worth the trouble."

Liz then left the apartment, with Trisha's lifeless, bloody body still on the ground.

Web Image: That would describe how I would love to express myself everyday. Just scream my heads out. 

>_< mmph!!

Shot by: unknown -- I don't know what I was doing but somebody out there loves candid shots, eh? Caught me doing the most unwanted pose. lol! Go figure?? Cheers! 

Shot by: unknown -- I was more like a scarecrow but the crows these days are no longer afraid of what used to be my only purpose -- to scare every Lynn, Mich, and Snowballs away. I miss snowy days like this one. I miss them, being kiddish and all. Life's too serious over here in Leeds. Cheers 

Shot by: Vincent See -- March 14, 2003 at The Bowl when days were warming up. It was the perfect day for snow fight and here I was, already giving up to multiples of enemies; refusing to retaliate. Well, I did... eventually. I thought they were kids but kids they are not when snowballs kept coming in. Like, "Incoming!!! Watch out!" 

Shot by: "unknown source" Well, it's the obvious newspaper. Go figure. It's funny. Worth your time for a read, and a re-read. ;) Cheers! 

Drugged

After visiting a doctor I was prescribed a drug in which I had take two pills and couldn't keep my head up after. I was feeling drowsy and just felt like going to bed. It was still early in the morning and I had to go downtown to get additional information regarding my bank account. Well, I had to go there to collect my bank card as well.

Speaking of which, I think it is ridiculous for banks over here to take an awful lot of time to open an account. They said it was for security reasons and as well as to prevent international students from starting up an overseas banking account that was believed to have potential terrorist banking activities?? I'm not too sure but it all sound too crappy for me. It only took a couple of days in Canada to have an account open and there wasn't much red tapes to it. It's hell over here.

After that, I went to the market to get some fruits. Damm! I'm down to my last £15 for the next week until my parents would wire some money over. I couldn't keep my head up any longer and I have class at 3pm, that's 4 hours ahead. Went back home just to catch a few winks and I slept through till 7pm.

Woah!! Am I in big trouble? No, I don't think so. Should I stop the medication? No, I don't think so. I need to be well so I can do my classes/courses well. I guess i'll have to go through this tough time of being ill for a short period before I am well again.

Reflecting my life in the halls where I live, most of the things here are not up to my expectations and looks like I have to put up with its under average standards (the UK standards). If I have the chance, I would rather go back and live in Canada.

So far, my life here suxx up to today. I can't believe that I've been sick since the day I arrived. The doctors and nurses already know me and they're like "Oh, you were here last week. You're the one with Paracetemol allergy, is that right?", to sound familiar with me. The rest of people here have problems here with the weather and thank God I'm not the only one. But it does look like I am the one who is victimized by the weather the most compared to the rest. It's not fair, I know, but again, there's nothing much I can do now, is there?

The people I get to meet up here is far more diversed than I would meet if I was in Canada (and Malaysia). That was just a thought. I gotta go. laterr...!

Shot by: me -- Sally ZYW, and Lo Charmei, with me at DQ on College Drive and Cumberland Avenue. This was about a week before I left Canada for good. These are one of the few good friends I had trouble leaving behind and getting on with life. It's such a heavy loss. Pictured here, we were chatting after lunch and later in the evening we agreed on a game of tennis, which we did play. It was a Tuesday as far as I can remember. 

Shot by: me -- Finally the photos from my last glamor shoots in Saskatoon are out. This is Alexandria from Moscow, Russia, visiting her boyfriend who is my classmate, Evgeuni Panasiouk, at the University of Saskatchewan. The background is a view of the mini fountain garden located in the Agriculture Building. Did a couple of post-production touch up to make her look a little more cheerful. *winks!* 

每一天下课后。。。

。。。再James Graham 大读书关外面门口等着客车回家。6：05 晚上车就来了。人人都在排队上车里。到我上了我把我手张开了让司机看我的月票后来就找个位子坐下。

不久就到咱们的宿舍里。
到家了房间还是那么乱，一切东西都是在地上乱七八糟的。我没有收好我的床可是一眼看到床就相爱睡了。哎~！累了！真的又饿了！ 觉得有一点儿懒。 懒地做饭。有没有好吃的呢？昨晚没有做菜所以现在想吃都没有。一边想饿死了，另外一边儿在想做作业看无聊法律的书， 又想躺在床上歇一会儿。

不行！

不可浪费时间。时间是金！

靠！我都要快疯了！啥都不想干！ 不管了，就躺下一会儿吧。想起了我在加拿大的日子。满好的！

饿死了。饿死了！该做饭。

天呀！我求求你送我一个帮忙人救救我这段时间吧！

虽然我自己觉得我是属於我行我素的生活但这么过去是可苦不了！压力还行。

觉得很寂寞孤单。也许我该找个女友吧。不知道婷婷来不来呢？像其她了不知道现在她还好不好。咱们的交通虽然有一点不顺因为我的汉语不是非常好而她的英语也是不怎么强； 真是由交通问题。挺搞笑地要你observe我们聊天的时。我挺喜欢她的人她的性格--完美的！

晚了。该睡了。明天中午上课。明天还是那么烂的天气。不亭着下雨。I can only use 3 words each to describe the English weather: 不得了！！ 受不了！！ 真麻烦！！ 天有病！！ 有毛病！！

哈哈哈！！ 迟点儿再谈吧。告辞！bye for now.

找到了我的回忆

在前几个小时我想起了一个故事我很喜欢看。 找到了半天才找得到。差一点忘了没有带过来。幸好那个CD贴补是在加拿大那一边儿。让你们看一看吧。

灵蛛讲：

我只是一普通的蜘蛛，一只环宇中既丑陋又卑微的生物，而我又是一只不平凡的蜘蛛，因为我把蛛网结在了西天雷音寺的廊檐下。每日里我听的是僧人们念经的阵阵木鱼与片片梵音；亨用的是普天下的善男信女的香火供奉。慢慢地，我也开始有了灵性，我也能悟出一些堪为艰深的法理。终于，有一天，佛感觉到了我的存在和我的长进。佛问我：“蛛儿，普天之下汝以何物为最贵？”

我慎答：“余窃以为天下万物皆不足为贵，贵者只两件一曰已失去，一曰得不到。”我为我的答案深感自豪。

佛却说：“蛛儿，你错了。” 我错了吗？真的错了吗？

佛要出去云游了，佛走之前交待我，让我好好的参悟，他回来仍是要问我的。

也不知是过了多久，好像是一千年罢，佛回来了。一见我，佛就问了我：“一千年了，你想的怎么样了？”我不语。我不知我上次的答案有何不妥。佛笑了笑便不再理我了，我想佛是恼我了。于是，我便仍在那里忙着吐丝织网，闲暇时学习佛理。

转眼又是一个千年.

有一天，观音大士从我身边经过，可能是行得急了些，一滴甘露从她手中的杨枝叶上落了下来，不偏不倚就停在了我的蛛网之上。甘露的宿命是化雨，去滋润人间万物，我的网只是它作片刻逗留的地方。它是那么的晶莹夺目，它的存在只是为了让我感到自卑。我不去与理会它的存在，因为它最终是会自动消失在我的生活中的。又是一个漫长的千年，它始终没有走，只是这么静静地陪伴着我，无声又无息。终于，有一天，一阵长风，从我身边刮过，把它带走了。它走了以后我开始明白原来它来之前我所拥有的除了寂寞以外别无其它，而它走了，留给我的只是无尽的孤独。生命中有很多东西也许终我一生我也无法拥有，然没有就没有，我也不会为此而感到有任何的遗憾，遗憾的
是有一些东西拥有过却终又失去。我越来越无法平复那一种被称作孤独的感觉。尽管我每天都让自己很忙，可是孤独就像是毒药，贯穿我的肢体百骸，让我倍受熬煎。终于惊动了佛。佛说：“蛛儿，这是你命中注定的劫数，去吧，红尘之中自有你另一翻气象。” 我沉沉的睡去，也不知过了多久，耳边响起噪杂的声音，有人在打我，我忍不住痛，张开了嘴，我有了我作为蜘蛛时所没有的声音和眼泪。耳边响起的是我的哭声洪亮而! 悦耳。就这样，我成了林太师的小千金－林珠儿。是的，是那份我无法与之抗衡的孤独将我推落于这万丈红尘，也许会找回一些我想要的东西，也许会万劫不复，谁又知道呢？

我想，佛是偏爱我的，否则他不会让我仍保有我作为蜘蛛的记忆。我要找我的甘露，那个默默守护了我一千年的甘露，我要他永远陪在我身边将我内心所有的孤独与寂寞杀个灰飞烟灭.

我的父亲是朝庭的太师，他与先皇是连襟，也就是说我的母亲与太后是嫡亲的姐妹。我的兄长与姐姐也都是富贵中人，我们家出了两个驸马，三个王妃。佛是顾念我的，他让我生在这么一个钟鸣鼎食之家，让我得到了这个家里所有人的爱。我长到了十六岁，我是那么迫切的想要找到甘露，我怕我会像上次那样，在不知不觉中错过。

命运终于还是将我与甘露拉在了一起。太后五十华诞，我获准与母亲一同出席皇家寿宴。这个宴会比我想像中的要大的多。因为是太后大寿，所以不仅是皇家的人，所有一品大员的家眷们也都来了。皇上还请了新科状元前来吟诗作赋。我想，我的出现让在场所有的人惊艳了，许多人的眼光都集中在了我的身上，这让我感到恐惧。是的，我想我是美丽的，可这份美丽是为了甘露才展现的。我的眼光在人群中寻找，我想找到甘露，家规甚严，我几乎足不出户，所以我要抓住机会。我的眼睛终被一双明眸所吸引。

是的，没错，就是他，我快不能呼吸了，当那个让我在雷音寺里不得安生的明亮又一次呈现在我的面前时，就是他，新科状元--甘露，连名子也没改。他在不停的忙，忙着为太后写诗，他的身边有好多女子，她们都是公卿王候之女，她们的眼中都流露对他的向往。我不吃醋，我乐意让我的爱人成为众人追逐的对像，我自信，只有我才是他这一世宿命安排的妻子。我是那么的优秀，我坐在那里只是静静注视着他，而他也发现了我，他的眼神告诉我，我的存在已深深震撼了他。我俩目光交会时他对我笑笑，接着便又埋头写诗。公公将他写的诗一首一首呈给皇上和太后，由两位品评后让宫女就着曲牌唱。我听到了一首：仙姬何事离瑶台，三步一徘徊。只因人间王母寿，天上人间舞蹁跹。

我知道，那一定是写给我的。我正沉浸在自已编织的美梦中幻想着，太后的内侍柴公公走到我身边带我去见太后。自我懂事起就没见过太后，她老人家对我似颇有好感，慈爱地轻抚我的手，一直在眯着眼笑。她还把她的小儿子湘王爷介绍给我，湘和我是同年同月同日生的，湘一直在偷看我，他是那么的羞涩而不善表达，尽管他贵为小王爷，受到宫内上上下下的宠爱。华宴是何时结束的，我已不记得了。我只知道我喝了很多的酒，有点醉了。我好高兴，因为我找到了他--甘露，他就是我这一世的快乐和生命，十六年的生命，直至见到他的那天才算有意义。

我毫不隐瞒地告诉父母我对甘露的感情。如我所愿他们并不反对，父母是爱我的，他们甚至见不得我受到哪怕是一点点的委屈，我想做的事，只要不致太荒谬，他们总是会同意的。

第二次遇见甘露是在京城郊外的白马寺，母亲是陪我一起去乞求我的好姻缘的。刚一入寺主持方丈便告知甘状元正陪太夫人在上香，隧引我们相见。母亲陪着甘太夫人闲聊，她们支开了我和他。我知道，母亲一定是想和甘太夫人说我与他的事。我的心底泛起了一阵阵的愉悦夹杂着几丝莫名的兴奋与羞涩。他陪着我在寺内放足，后面是一大群的仆僮。他就近在咫尺，而我几乎窒息。他是那么的彬彬有礼，言必称小姐，我有些恼他道：“叫我蛛儿罢！蜘蛛的蛛，我叫你甘露哥哥行吗？”他问：“这样不妥吧？”我尔莞一笑：“你以前不是一直这么叫我的吗？”他被我弄糊涂了。“你以前是在心里这么叫我的，那时我是雷音寺廊檐下结网的蜘蛛，而你是不慎滴落于蛛网上的观音大士杨枝叶上的甘露，是你陪了我整整一千年，后来你跟一阵风走了，我便开始了孤独，孤独让我坠入红尘，中断修行也让我再一次碰到了你。

我只是想让他找回作为甘露的记忆，这样我就可以听他亲口告诉我，那一千年的陪伴他又是怀着什么样的心情。他的表现让我失望。他在笑，那样子好像是一位兄长在听小妹妹梦里的呓语。我听到“碰”的一声，那是我心碎的声音，他是不是已经不记得我了？抑或是甘露根本是没有心的! ？我在心中向神明祈求。“你的想法太浪漫了，有这等才情，你的诗一定写得不错。”我开始绝望了，究竟是哪里出了错？我入红尘为的是找回我的甘露，而眼前人分明就是甘露，可是他却没有了甘露的记忆。他似有意捉弄我，取笑说：“你说你以前是一只蜘蛛，可你长得是那么美丽，一点儿也不像嘛？你比它好看，何止上万倍。”这本是名恭维的话，却让听这话的我感到痛。我开始认命了，我真傻，甘露的命运是去泽被苍生，我的网终不是他真正的归宿。我慢慢离开他，带着绝望的悲怆道：“它日吐情丝，夜织情网，终致深陷，难以自拔，尔等须眉却嫌它丑陋而取笑于它，想它不过只是痴情些罢了。”甘露啊甘露！你终究是无心的，我想。我终于走到了回廊的尽头。我抽了一支上上签，这是对我莫大的讽刺。方丈亲自为我解的签，还说我三月之内必有红鸾禧，还说这禧会应在第二年的春天。母亲还在高兴，而我已经意识到了，不会有什么禧了。

三个月后宫里来了人，一家老小摆起了香案跪听圣旨。冗长、雅致而又晦涩的措词无非只是表达一个内容：太后把我许给了她的小儿子湘王爷，明年春天大婚。那时我便是湘王妃了。这无异于是一声霹雳，如果说对甘露的失望是一把利刃，深深扎进了我的心里，太后的赐婚就好比是在我的伤口上洒了一把砒霜，我情何以堪？等待我的也许只有一个结果--伤重不治，毒发身亡。我神思恍惚，小婢搀着我，我浑身冷汗淋漓，摇摇欲坠。只听见依稀是父亲的声音他欲挽留公公用膳。公公笑着拒绝了：“太师，您太客气了。我这不还得去甘状元那里宣旨！对了，您老还不知道吧！洛王爷的小郡主长风小姐早就看上状元了，央太后做主。太后说了这事得问状元自个儿，没想到状元一见长风郡主就应了太后。这不，今儿就去宣旨下月完婚。”我再也受不了了，公公还没走远，我的整个人就倒了下来。我只依稀听见众人手忙脚乱的忙着，叫着，乱作一团。那情形就如同我出世时。我想我快要走了，要回雷音寺去了。甘露最终还是跟着长风走了，在这世上我已找不到继续活着的理由了。走吧！别再痴缠下去了，不属于我的终究不属于我了！我对自已说我开始做梦，梦里佛对说我：“傻蛛儿，你又何必对甘露耿耿! 于怀呢？甘露陪了你一千年，那是因为它要等长风，它只有与长风在一起才能遨游环宇，润泽苍生，他的存在才有意义。而于你他是无心的。”我求佛："我知道我错了，我不想在这里呆下去了，引我回去吧！我还是愿意做廊檐下的蜘蛛。" 佛想了想道："你若执意要回来，我也不勉强，只是你尘缘还未了。也罢，给你三日之期，三日之后我便来渡你。”

樵楼更鼓打了三下，我醒来了。令我惊诧的是，湘正在冲我笑。羞涩的笑容难掩满面的疲惫。他只轻声讲：“对不起，联姻之事应该及早告诉你的。”他的笑容让我心疼，我在心里默默的向他道歉，我不能成为他的王妃了。丫头们见我醒了忙说 “小姐，你可把湘王还有我们大家吓坏了。你可知道为了你湘王一个人不吃不喝守了你整整三天三天夜。小姐，快点好起来罢！”说着竟哭了起来。我心中竟又有些不舍了，离开这里所有的人，他们一定会伤心的。还有生我的父母，他们白发人送黑发人又将会是何等的伤心？然我已没有勇气再苟活在这人世了，我的生命是为了甘露，现在既然没有甘露那就连命也不要了罢。湘仿佛是看穿了我的心事道：“忘记甘露好吗？让我来代替他给予你这一世的幸福吧！知道吗？蛛儿！我可是等了你有三千年了。那次在母后的寿宴上我已经把你认出来了，你是那么的聪慧稳重，一如当年你在雷音廊檐下的绝世风范。我便是那默默等了你三千年的雷音菩提树下的一枚小草。我日日仰望你，想让你看到我的存在，而你是那么的高高在上，从来就没有发现那个渺小的我，可是我不放弃，总有一天你会知道有这么一个小小的我在默默地等你。可是在你的心里自始自终就只有甘! 露一个。好不容易甘露被长风带走了，而你却仍放不下，于是佛让你来一遭红尘俗世，我恳求佛让我与你同行，佛答应了。佛说我们是有缘的，所以我信了，好不容易甘露走出了你的生活好不容易我说服了母后让皇兄颁旨，可是你却还
是放不下甘露。……”他说不下去了。我开始感到震憾，三千年的等待，我不曾给过他半点承诺，他却也不曾有过一丝一毫的抱怨。 “蛛儿，请不要辜负我对你的一片心，留下来陪我一起朝朝暮暮不好么？> ”> 他握住了我的手，而我的心在抖，我原本是以为我的心已经死了的。

三天很快就到了，我本应顺了佛的指点义无反顾的将我的元神抽离我的肉体的。可是我的耳朵却分明听到一阵悲怆的哭声。“蛛儿，你还是不要和我在一起是吗？这没关系，只求你别走。我可以不娶你，只要你好好的活着，开开心心的，让我天天看见你就行了。别走好么？”不知为什么我犹豫了，好像是被什么所感动。他抱着我的身体哭得肝肠寸断。就是铁石人儿也会落泪。我的父母一边哭一边还在劝慰他，接着他似想到了什么似的，抽出了佩剑，嘴里喃喃自语:“好吧！蛛儿，你既执意要回雷音，我便追随于你，无论你魂魄去向何方，哪怕是上穷碧落，下到黄泉，还是天涯海角，湘，我一定奉陪。”说着便要举剑自刎。佛说:“蛛儿啊！湘可是等了你三千年，你是放不下他的吧！回去罢！趁现在你还走得不太远。你这个样子，我既是渡你回雷音，终究也是枉然的。” 我的元神又重新进入了我的身体，我只是轻轻动了唇：“湘，不要，我回来了。我心甘情愿做你的王妃，做你一生一世的王妃，来酬你三千年的等待，不好么？”只听“哐当”他手中的剑落地了。他紧紧抱住了我，我们相拥而泣，还有我的父母。是的我要是知道我的离去会让那么多爱我的人痛不欲生我是不会这般任性地想要走的。!

我终于明白了，我们曾经失去的和我们所得不到的东西都不足为贵，紧紧握在手心里的才是最珍贵的。我曾求甘露而不得，而今明白，甘露的珍贵是对长风郡主而言的。他曾陪了我一千年这就够了。现在我应该珍惜的是湘予我的爱！　　

按：
爱我的人和我爱的人，一个永恒的主题：当今的我们是如何选择的？

我以为人世间最疼苦的事应该是：他就在我身边而我却不知道他爱我，然又有多少爱是可以重来的呢？珍惜现在罢！珍惜每一份别人给予你的爱吧！要明白握在手里的东西才叫幸福。

Looks promising

We had nothing, absolutely nothing to do in our law course last week and I suppose most of us were happy that way. On the other hand I was overrun by boredome and wasn't too happy that I had nothing to do to keep me busy, until yesterday -- for our Contract class, we receive a reading assignment on 13 cases due next week.

Thirteen cases!! Doesn't seem a lot to you but it sure does to me and for the rest of my class. Thirteen, 13, cases!! Know them by heart by the following monday, Oct 11!

I have done 3 of them of which I fell asleep after reading the second. I think going through the entire year in law school is going to be an interesting one. Perhaps I should educated myself and perhaps you as well some law terminologies so as to familiarize with its usage.

Now, Offer and Invitation to treat has a distinct difference but both fall under the category of the former and has relations with acceptance. Am I being clear here? If you're confused, don't worry because I am too. Let me get this straight...

Man, give me any economic journals filled with econometrics and abstract mathematics I'd be able to read them and understand them in matter of hours. My preferences are inclined to that of logical understanding -- maths. Not that law cases are not logical, but they are! But they're all in words. There are not a arbitrary variable which can represent something and with it be equated to another significant value being divisible by a rational number. WTF! There's nothing I can play with in these cases that are hundreds of years old. Well, at least I don't know how to play with them yet like I can with mathematical variables.

This is the kind of stuff that I would rather be associated with. Stacked them up around my little study cubicle and not law journals. ;)

Hm... if only law can be more mathematical inclined... wouldn't that make our lives much more interesting and lawyers more of a rational number?

Another lame soliloquy produced at the James Graham Library.

International Student's Reflection

Each day on the LMU website they publish an "International Reflection". These are written by staff, students, visitors and friends of the University which help to reflect their commitment to making Leeds Met a truly international university.

Every reflection written is exactly 200 words, no more and no fewer, and on any subject in relation to an international experience either in the UK or elsewhere.

I have written mine but it is still pending to be published.

Here, i'll give you the 'hot from the oven' first read:


The diversity of cultures present here in Leeds is an essence that helped people assimilate to their new environment. I have not, however, discovered any cultural shocks until the first week of lectures. Is it rude or disrespectful to walk out of your class during lecture irregardless of the size of your classroom? I did that. A few classmates later questioned me about it. The answer is the obvious yes but I would like to give it some degrees of freedom and open up the question to everybody.

Having spent 4 years in Canada pursuing a bachelor’s degree and professors/lecturers (educators) don’t mind if any of his/her students have to leave during their lecture sessions. Maybe they recognize the sense of individualisms thereby warranting a certain right of passage in student’s behavior as long as the student do not cause others any inconveniences. I have been accustomed to this way of conduct.

Isn’t it a student’s responsibility to excel in his course and educators are there to support their efforts? The norm dictates a yes to this question. There may be many reasons as to why you had to leave. After all, don’t your final grades speak out the loudest?


Comments?

A letter to the Vice Chancellor of Leeds Metropolitan University (LMU)

In the past couple of hours I have been thinking about something to write to our Vice Chancellor (VC). It's not a complain letter neither it is a fairy tale. I believe my idea/suggestion I am offering represents a universal voice and that the VC has to take time to read.

Greetings Professor Lee,

I’m Danny Teok. We met and spoke on Thursday (Sept 30th) at Queenswood, Headingley Campus, during tea time. I had to write to you concerning an area of potential interests that the university can offer to its [international] students at the Beckett Park’s campus (hereinafter referred to as “The University”).

I have also spoken to a gentleman who, I believe, is the manager of the food services of The University and it is with much regret that I cannot recall his name. He was most generous and welcomed a few suggestions I had to offer to which he asserted that I must bring the matter to you.

Being an international student myself, I strongly believe that there is a need for The University to provide to students microwave ovens. In the presence of variety of food catering services readily available to all at a small cost, there are still, however, a number of large minority of students who would prefer to bring their own food in which they are accustomed to in the past many years to consume while waiting for their next lecture session. In such event, the said microwave oven would serve useful as to reheating of the food – a warm/hot meal to enjoy. It is unfortunate to realize that The University has not facilitated such convenient amenities among a number of ubiquitous vending machines throughout the campus.

While I do not have the statistical data to substantiate the above-mentioned sentence “…there are still, however, a number of large minority…”, it was in my opinion that I foresee there is such a universal need. Having provided such facility would have saved a great deal of money and time from traveling back to their respective residence just to have a hot meal. Students live on budget, therefore, saving as much as they can is undeniably one of their priorities.

I have strong confidence to believe that The University’s management is very generous and compassionate to respond to the numerous needs of students, particularly this one.

It has been great honor and pleasure to have personally met and spoken with you, the Vice Chancellor of Leeds Metropolitan University, and that students have the greatest opportunity to communicate and relate their problems with you. Perhaps I have known too many Vice Chancellors that are too occupied with the governance of their university to even take time to listen to the needs of their students. Again, it has been a great honor.

Thank you for listening and giving me this opportunity in which I treasure much.

Please forgive me if I have said anything by mistake or inaccurately as I am still learning in my new environment.


Regards,
Danny V-Li Teok
(LL.B [Hons] Law; 1st yr)

So, there you go. If you would proof-read the above I would be much grateful! I decided not to send the letter off yet until it's been proof-read to perfection or at least until it looks time-worth & professional.

One of the reason I wrote out my idea was also because of what I have been used to back in Saskatoon days. Yeah, I can take my food to school just like everybody else is doing and have a hot meal. I just cannot do it right here right now as there are no facility. Yes, there are but they're not for students. The microwave ovens are in staff's pantries to which students have no access. Where is justice? Staffs are allowed to enjoy hot meals while students are not? How about having a common area like a student's lounge filled with pop and vending machines with microwave oven and tables and chairs? Yeah, University of Saskatchewan is like that and if LMU is not doing the same thing then I have the right to believe that LMU doesn't care much about student's needs.

But wouldn't it be rude to address the issue in that manner as described in the last line of the previous paragraph? haha! Imagine our VC reading that.

I don't think UoS' VC has ever met any students. The only person in the board that have met and spoke to students is the President -- Peter McKinnon. Is he the VC? I still think he is not as welcoming as the VC of LMU. Prof. Simon Lee, VC of LMU, do stress to students (us) to write to him if we have any concerns. Not that his secretary will read and respond on his behalf but he honestly said he loves to know what are our needs and problems and that he will try his best to resolve situations for us. At the least, he has admitted one of his passion and extended a friendship-relationship with students. On the other hand, neither the President or the VC or the Chancellor of UoS has ever done that. But still, that's the impression I got if I am not already being bias.

行吗？

现在我觉得这个blogger有点儿矛盾。
讨厌！

我的名是张伟利。但你可以叫我丹呢(Danny)

An entertaining song you should all know.

Had a video conference with Claudia (CKY) and Sally (ZYW) just last night showing off to them their photos before they receive them. While doing that, there was a party going on in our kitchen, which is just beside my bedroom. I had to join the crowd just to NOT miss the fun.

I entertained some of them with Chinese caligraphies. Yeah, the brushes and the stone-dish where I grind the solidified ink on it to get its black ink out... they had no idea what I was doing and that felt like I was the guru of some thing. hehe!

The Spanish guys wanted to know how would I write the equivalent meaning of "Fuck you" in Chinese... with the brush. Isn't it "操你妈"? I did not write it but instead I wrote my name and just as I expected, all of them were astonished by the beauty of the Chinese characters.

Our Norwegian guy asked me why do asian people frequently ask us (them) for the meaning of their names and if that was a common thing in China. Like, Bjorn (with an accented 'o') means Beer, as in the beverage you'd drink a few litres and do funny things without realizing your durnk. I had to explain how my name means "Great Riches" or that my so-called translated English family name is "Longbow"... like,
"Hi! I'm Mr. Longbow of the Great Riches! How are you?"
These were just a bunch of BS and still, they're equally impressed. Well, the meaning of names goes way back to thousands of years ago till today. But I said it's common for fellow Chinese to ask for the meaning of names among each other because they want to know how to write your name and thus pronounce it the correct way. The Chinese language has four distinct pronounciations and with each correct pronounciation the listener can therefore identify the possibility of the character of the other person's name. Like my name -- 张伟利 -- I often have to say 伟大的伟 and 利润的利 or 利益的利 so my Chinese fellow will know exactly which character is my names. It rules out 为，位，韦，and 喂.

Shot by: shutterblog (me) -- Shot using Canon 300D while stuck in a traffic. This picture was from last month. I did touch up a little on photoshop to find out how I'd look like when a fully grown goatee and mustache. How about them?? ;) 

A taste of in-class culture shock

"In-class culture shock"??
Is there such a thing in the first place?

Frankly speaking I am not even sure of it in the first place but after what I've been through I am rather inclined to believe the existence of such phenomena.

Remember how I said there was never a day I'd fall asleep during lectures back in Canada? Good. If you have forgotten, I have mentioned that by the way. Over there is more like professionalism pride whereby students have the right to do whatever they want as long as they are not causing and/or introducing difficulities to other students -- that includes standing up and leaving the classroom impromptu for whatever reasons you may have.

Professors over there did not really mind you doing that... as long as you pass his/her class or as long as you don't cause troubles to either him/her or to the rest of the class. It is understood that way as far as I can recall my days over there. If you fall back in lectures and in your progress (in that subject) then there's no one to blame but yourself. That's what I mean by professionalism pride.

You may have a class of 20-30 people and it is in my opinion that when one or two students stands up and leave the classroom is inevitably insignificant. And this is something I have been doing and nobody ever comes to me and ask me why I did so as though I have breached a rule or two.

So, that was exactly what I did. I couldn't go on for another minute without falling asleep in my "Law of the Consititution" class. Believe me, the lecturer (they call instructors over here as lecturers, not professors and I have no idea. maybe they lack of professionalisms?) was deadly boring in his voice, method of teaching, communication with students, and in his behavior(s).

I was sitting right in front of the class and directly to where he was sitting. It wouldn't take much effort for him to notice somebody is sleeping in his class if I did fall asleep. It would be equally rude to be doing just that -- falling asleep as the result of the boredom he catalysed -- and to walk away and leave. Which alternative was better I kept questioning myself before I made the move.

I made the move to stand up and walk away. Nothing was said. There was no need for consent. I'm not going to "Uhh, can I leave now? It's getting too boring for me and I'm tired."

An hour passed and I met up with my classmates. 3 of them, one at the time, asked me the following:
"Why did you leave the class so suddenly? You mean, you already knew what the stuffs he was going to say in class?", the curious English blonde girl trying to strike a conversation with me.

"Were you feeling alright? Why did you leave the lecture?"

"Why? You left early..."

They were all asking why. The obvious is I have done something wrong. There are no exceptions. The best part was when I had to go back to see him, the lecturer, for a couple of handouts; filled with guilt after having people asking me why I did such a thing. I had to answer him the same way I have to the other 3 people, except with a little dishonesty to avoid my name from being black-listed. I had to say I was tired.

If I was trying to make a statement in that class it would have been "You're too boring!" Take it and swallow in however bitter it may be because it's gonna be good for you. However bitter a medicine can be they ought to heal you.

So, it looks like it's not a norm to do that here otherwise nobody would question me about it. Would I do it again? It only depends on how boring it gets the next time. I would try my very best NOT to fall asleep but I can't fight it if my body has to give its way. The only way I can fight it is by walking... stand up and leave.

Is Law such a boredom?!

... that I'd fall asleep or at least felt a heavy head?

I don't recall a single day that I felt that way when I was doing Economics. Well, I have slept in for some of my morning classes though, however, I never sleep in any of my Econ classes. But why Law classes?!

Blame it on the English accent.
Blame it on their style/method of teaching.

retard!

dumb fire drills. i just returned frm gathering outside with a bunch 85 of half asleep students. Like me, the rest of them had been awaken by the fire alarm. and I had just gone to bed just after i posted the previous posting.

"Thank you for being so prompt in exiting your premises within 3 minutes!! Now you can return to your bed!!", exclaimed the fire drill leader with the security officer standing beside her. "I'm sorry if we have to do this again because of our four friends here who just came out (2 mins late). So, please be cooperative and wake up your roommates within 3 minutes!", she continued her rants.

Fucking retards! If it weren't for the other four, we would not have to do this again. Thanks to them for taking their time... one of them even walked into the building (well, it's funny to see what people do when they're half asleep). the other came up looking as if he was already outside when he looked up the sky and back down the ground and up again and around us to self-assure he was in the right place.
Once again, all credits goes to them... Fucking retards! It's a drill!! retards...

zzzzzzz.........................

Fungal infection on my hands

I didn't know what I got but I had to know before they drive me up the walls. My hands are no longer silky smooth as they look rather wrinkled up and appeared to be 'wet' for too long. What I mean by 'wet' is that when you soak yourself in a swimming pool for too long (high chlorine) you tend to see your fingers wrinkle up and 'wet'. But mine's not wet as in perspiring wet; no. It's just awful.

Spent almost half a day looking up for it and found out that it's called Tinea Manuum. They're not calluses; and I know what calluses are.

How did I get this?! *banging head against the wall*
Why do I get sick all of the sudden and some weird things on my body?! *banging harder*

Wait, I'm not blaming myself now, am I? NO! Bah, self-pity i guess!

I don't even know if there's cure for this fungal infection thing. Probably I'll visit the super-nice nurse at the university tomorrow.

Happy 25th Birthday!!

Danneyy!! It's your birthday today!! Have you forgotten?!

Ah, how can I forget when both my parents tooked the efforts to call just to deliver well wishes while I was waiting for a bus at a bus stand. I was really glad to hear from them and told them there's nothing much arranged for me today in my horrible voice that just recovered from the nasty sore throat I had for the past seven days now.

At least I can shout out loud "TWENTY FIVE?!?!?!??!!?!!!!!!!!" years old I mean! Thank God I'm still in my twenties and having said that I think I would find it hard to accept the fact on that day when I leave the twenties and the number turns thirty! It's like it had to come... the nine pulling down the digit three on its left; and both digits a three and a zero flashes.

So, what did I do? Can you believe when I say there's nothing much I did? Well, I went up to Beckett Park Campus to have tea with our Vice Chancellor-- Prof. Simon Lee -- who just moved into his new residence on campus. I guess he had enough of ambushes from students when he's trying out his daily jogs uphill back to his current place -- Kirkstall Brewery, where I and many other students live as well. Students would pour out complains to him about bad internet connections, the noise levels, the English women are like sluts while the men(or boys to be more precise) are too rowdy.

If I were the VC, I think moving to a much more peaceful place with a huge garden pioneered by landscape architecture and design students on campus would be a very lucrative & wise choice. Wouldn't you think so? Well, unless you love to be harrassed with problems that are not of yours every minute of the day and week. VC have a life too... besides seeing you off at your convocation.

So, after having my first mug of Deuscher tradional beer (alas!!!) at Arcadia with the rest of "The Walking Club" members, I got pulled by several friends (from Spain) into going to "The Porn Party" downtown... just because it's my birthday! Live fucking sessions, no censorships, threesome, orgy, fetishes, Amsterdam live in Leeds!!! £4 to get in and for all that... £4!!!! Even before the bouncers let us in, the rest of us guys already pitched tents in our pants (okay, correction, we each only have one tent to pitch. that's exaggerated)

Well? We went in, I saw what I was suppose to see, didn't like it, I got out as it was too smoky, flagged down a cab, and headed home. Here I am now writing about what just happened.

Living in big cities like Kuala Lumpur, Calgary, Toronto, Beijing, I guess there's not much of a difference as you are just an individual and your friends are either that of your colleagues or clients, or your high school buddy. You can't trust nobody out there and that's reality. Not that I'm cheated of fell into somebody's dishonest shit schemes, no, nothing like that. This sexy lass, in her tiny dress her boobs almost spilling out and her nipples are taking a peek while her super mini skirt just wants to reveal the lace of her red thongs in between her tight butt curving towards her forbidden place, came around me and started to dance in front of me hoping I'd take interest in her and therefore take lead. I'm dreaming! This is not happening! "Then she was pressing her ass into my camping ground and oouff, I felt the camp fire was going out of place and the inside of the tent is feeling a little too warm now. Both my arms reached out for a stretch and bended inwards to hold her body and move to the hip-hop beats. Squeezed her boobs for a little and man, aren't they soft and squeezy!! Felt real good. Kept moving and it looked like she didn't mind at all. Soon I found myself pounding her ass... that's just because she was hitting on my tent. Drove me crazy for a while..."

What then? Well... censored la. Just say I got quite a present. Don't even know her name... Will I ever see her again? Maybe never...

A taste of LL.B (Hons)

Here I am in James Graham building where the main library resides. Just right in front of JG bldg is an open grass area like that of The Bowl at the University of Saskatchewan. While the Leeds Metropolitan University is not the same as U o S, they called the said open area as The Acreage. Haven't I mentioned this before. I shall have a picture of the campus' surroundings soon so that you will have an idea.

Often we do see law graduates with LL.B placed after their names but have you ever wondered what it actually meant? I have and I found out that the double L's would sometime accounts for Legal Letters in the United States. But otherwise, it is an abbreaviation in latin for the plural legum (of laws); thus, LL.B stands for Legum Baccalaureus

So, there you go. That's what I'll get when hell's over for me... at least for the next 2-3 years or could it be 3-4 years? I hope it won't take forever.

Today's seminar/session was rather an interesting one. We discussed about contracts; whether if there was a contract or any form of agreement between the parties involved. They're rather basic but it's set to get us prepared for the real thing next week. We will have to produce a research paper or a dissertation, if you rather call it, by year end.

There's no way out of scrutinizing the library for books and law journals with cases dating 300 years old. I guess spoon-feeding in class is not a trend here like it is in Canada. Somehow our lecturer made a journal sound so interesting that it is a must read and we'll lose out and/or fail the course if we don't because she's gonna assess us with its contents. Sounds like an assignment! I guess that's normal!

Ah, my throat. My poor throat. My itching body full with rashes from a probable over-dosage of paracetemol. I think, no, I am sensing it's on its way to recovery. It's no longer a painful ordeal to moisten up (or down) me throat and that's a good sign. Phlegms that I throw out are mostly bloody in color that for a moment I thought my throat's punctured and blood from blood vessels tinted the ugly slimy yucky looking residue.

So, that's it for now. I shall bore you out with my lame stories that might be useful to only me, myself, and I 20 years down the road; or when I'm no longer around. ;) Long live Dannaayy!! Drink more beers and you live longer!

心想飞到北美

每天起床打开窗口四枫树对我挥手。
让我每一天都想起来了我在加拿大的日子
一天又过了一天真是一天三秋地感觉；
这里的生活在例子还行
不过前几天天气真是不得了领到我病了到今日
又过两天二十八日我就要过生日了。
看起来今年的生日还是这么寂寞的过去；
希望爸爸认真做个好父亲丈夫。 这就是我最想的生日礼物。其他的都不想要！

说过了我病了吗？现在吃得要对我又敏感但我不管。
不吃药就会疼
吃得腰敏感
全身体发痒
搔痒如饿猴
让3天希望全体医好

明天开学上课念法律学
想成为个律师
肯定不容易

如果有一天。。。无病。。。世界上却是一个无得比的地方！
如果有一天。。。我很想回去北美。虽然我不是北美的公民我觉得北美是我家。

如果今天。。。 [我]好像有人陪我去河边， 一起捡枫树的叶子， 眼对验收拉手同步走。。。这就是我就开心的日子了。没有其他的要求。

前上就是我傻的自言自语。
连我自己都看不懂。

Flatmates Are here

For over 10 days we've been expecting anxiously for that one girl who will eventually move in and live with us. There's a letter in our kitchen with her name on it. We -- Michael, Carlos, Bjorn, and myself, -- hoped to have 2 girls living with us just like the others in other flats.

Alas, our last 2 flatmates arrived. Everyone's asking everybody, "Where are the girls?!! Look here", pointing at the letter that reads Miss E Polyviou, "the letter says that we're suppose to have a girl to live among us".

Kittel, and Kristos, both guys are from Norway and Greece respectively. It is a huge disappointment.

"Then, who's gonna clean the kitchen for us??!", joked Carlos. We have good laugh.

So, here are they:
Michael is from Germany;
Carlos from Spain;
Bjorn from Norway,
Kittel from Norway;
Kristos from Greece;
and myself from Malaysia.

We all share one thing in common -- drinking the town dry.
I can't do this right now not because I'm in the perfect physical condition to do so but lets just say I am taking a break for now.

I'll get everyone to say "hello! How are you doing?" in their language.

Hallo! Hvordan har du det? (Norwegian)

hola! como estas? (Spanish)

γειά τι κάνεις? --> gia ti kanis (Greek)


Michael is not here. When he is, i'll get him to write here too.

Discovered a new allergy

While I wouldn't confidently admit the reality of this finding, there are no other reasons why I wouldn't believe that I have found a new allergy.

Paracetemol, the pain killer I've been on since yesterday, have been very helpful to ease the pain in my throat. At the same time, tiny rashes (or was it lesions?) emerges all over my body, both my arms and my back being the most obvious.

Should I stop taking it and change to another alternative? If there are such other alternative, I would. But it's Saturday today and nothing opens early. So, I guess I'll have to depend on it for a while longer. I rather not feel the awful pain each time I take a swallow to moisten up my burning throat. Just scratch them off whenever there's an itch although certainly at times I'd look like some ape full of flees.

The cause of the virus infection? Still, I have no clues.
There's another assumption -- spiders.
I just realized there are an awful lot of spiders around in the UK. Our windows do not have the nettings that would eventually prevent pests from getting in doors. One of these eight-legged and eyed pest could have slipped into my quilt and bit me but I have not found any where on my skin being bitten.

So... hopefully I'll be well by Tuesday!

The inflammed throat...

I couldn't lie in bed anymore knowing that I will wake up in another 2 hours just to clear my throat. It has been like that for the entire night. Having short bursts of sleeps like that gave me a shock when I realized in the middle of the night around 5am-ish eye-bags developed.

Pulled myself out of bed and headed off to catch the 9 o'clock bus at the gate to see a nurse at the Student Health Centre.

"Ouff! You've got a very nasty throat infection! I'll get you to see a doctor right away", the nurse commented while having the flat wooden stick in my mouth and flash light in her other hand.

Now that was a relieve to know that it's an infection. To get me to see a doctor right away was even better and not wait for 1 or 2 days like I've experienced in Canada

So, what was the infection all about? How did I get it?
I was told that's a virus infection and that's probably why I'm getting runny nose, and soreness of my neck. The cure?

"Just walk into any Chemist and you need to purchase Paracetemol. That is all you need to do".

Paracetemol is the drug's name used in products like Advil, Panadol, Tylenol (?). They are also pain-killers and anti-bacterial drugs.

I should be fine.
I should have a date tomorrow. ;)

Cheers!

Dammit!

Sore throat, then
sore neck,
muscles around the back of my neck sores
feeling cold but body feels warm.

fuck! I think I'm having fever!

great!
Pray for me to be well soon! Thank you!

Shot by: me -- Wanglu, taking a pose in the beautiful open acreage. This was just after her camera died on her. lol! I guess it's fated. 

Shot by: me, mounted on tripod -- posing cheerfully on the public square of Edinburg. We just arrived to the city and this was my first shot of myself. How vain can I get? Since nobody knows how to use my wicked camera there is no other choice but to make full use of the tripod. 

Shot by: me, mounted on tripod -- Posing on Edinburg's memorial grounds like that of Washington's where the obelisk stands. In the background to the left is yet another monument built for a brave person for his brave doings. 

Shot by: me, mounted on tripod -- This street is like that of France's Champ-Elysses. In the background is the gothic church pictured below. Looking very cheerful. 

Shot by: me -- The side of the Castle of Edinburg built on this cliff. One of the most beautiful profile of the castle. Shot using 300mm focal length with Image Stabilizer activated. 

Shot by: me, mounted on tripod -- There's Tanya, myself, and Wanglu; posing in front of the Castle of Edinburg. 19mm focal length... ultra-wide angle view. 

Shot by: me -- The royal emblem of the king who once resided in this historic castle of Edinburg just above its main gate. The blue label below it are latin inscriptions. 

Shot by: me -- Gothic designed church; this is one of the many beautiful churches around here in Edinburg. Click to save it so you don't have to rotate your head rightward. 

Shot by: me, mounted on the tripod -- The church that I went nuts with my camera until I had to be abandoned by the ladies. 

Edinburg, Scotland

THE PICTURES ABOVE ARE ALL RELATED TO THIS ARTICLE/POST.

The trip was made on the 18th of September in conjunction with the Leeds Metropolitan University's student's orientation program.

Here I am in this wonderful and thriving city 4.5 hours north of Leeds. I met 2 ladies from China whom were very welcoming and friendly. Their names are Tanya and Wanglu. I met Wanglu last week during a session of security and safety given by the Leeds Metropolitan Police in Beckett Park's campus auditorium. I sat beside her. It was rather an interesting coincidence here at Edinburg.

Both of them are not the only ones amongst the rest who owns a digital camera. I for one felt ashamed as I'm going around with my wickedly big film camera, an EOS 300v model. Tanya has a Sony T1 and Wanglu a Canon PowerShot A70.

I ran into them twice in Edinburg and the second time Wanglu asked if I can take a picture for them. Maybe one couldn't hessitate to ask as one has noticed how a professional I am weilding such a camera. *laughs* After that, her camera died on her, refusing to work. It could be the battery that went dead or it could be something else. She denied the possibility of a dead battery as she was certain the camera was fully charged the night before. It's dead anyway. So from there, I offered myself to walk with them, well, hehe... as well as my service as a quasi-professional photographer.

Wanglu didn't think it was necessary because Tanya, her friend, still has a working Sony T1. Now, T1 is an awesome digital camera the size of a credit card with an amazingly big LCD screen as viewfinder. It's one of my wish item. We walked up a hill and just around the corner there was a man dressed up like Mel Gibson in the movie called Braveheart. His face painted in blue and weilding a broadsword and an war axe. He'd poses for tourists and/or passer-bys like us for photos. That got Tanya interested and she asked if I can take a picture for her. Of course! We tried three times and three times her T1 failed on her as the battery indicator flashes before me and wouldn't allow me to shoot any pictures. We tried for another time but Mr. Braveheart had to come over and advice us that the camera has run out of battery. How nice of him!

In the end, they gave up and accept the fact that their cameras are useless. Whereas on my part, I no longer felt like a total loser carrying the bulky camera around mounted on a heavy tripod. I felt for once that film cameras (like mine) rules and that digital cameras have issues pertaining to battery lifespan.

We toured around Edinburg for 3.5 hours together; visiting shops, churches, castle(s), and historic buildings. Skies are always changing as clouds floats pass quickly dragging along rain clouds and then back to sunshines against clear blue skies. It was very windy. We went into this church but we moved our separate ways as though we have mutually agreed to meet somewhere after certain minutes later. Essentially, I lost them and they lost me. I walked outside hoping they'd wait for me but none of them were to be found. I left the church feeling sorry for my carelessness and blamed it on my enthusiasm towards photography. I was too busy shooting the interiors of the church but I guess Tanya and Wanglu didn't share as much interests as me in the designs of church interiors especially during the 15th-17th century Roman Catholic days. Colorful glass tints, murals, stone sculptures, and gothic wooden carvings, etc. took my breath away. It didn't for the girls. ;)

So, again, I walked out leaving the church thinking that I'll be walking alone again. Why again? I was with a group initially but because a nun from Ukraine stopped me asking for donations ans stuffs chatted up with me. She was interesting to talked to so we chatted for a good 15 minutes. Because of time constraint, I suppose my group left me there didn't want to interrupt my conversation with the nun.. but they were thinking I was flirting with some lady there. So, that's justified. Just as I stepped out, I saw them on the other side of the broad pedestal walk lane and I quickly walked up to them hoping to give them a surprise. Surprise it really was to them, especially to Wanglu. She almost yelled at me asking where I went and how inconsidered I was being selfish and stuffs I can't really remember. But I knew she was mad at me for my sudden disappearance. She said she went back into the church twice and shouted for my name in vain before they decided to leave. I explained and soon we're all cool about it.

That's about all that happened on this day. It's worth another visit I think. 10 hours journey to and fro and only spent about 4 hours tops in Edinburg is not something anyone would consider as satisfactory. The place has so much to offer in a different aspect compared to Leeds. It has the landscapes, the medieval buildings, history, cultures, and Braveheart! Leeds is just a huge metropolitan that houses countless of discotechques, clubs, pubs, bars, shops that carries various brand names and services that proclaims its own sovereignity.

However the story goes, the least I know is that I have met and got to know 2 ladies, of course, they're good people, and good friends! In this big city of Leeds, I hope I can get to know them better rather than passing them as people I've met.

So, cheers everyone!

Thursday morning

True enough my throat is inflammed and sored. To moisten my throat is a painful attempt each time.

Thinking back, this is my first sore throat since 8-10 years ago.

I need a Fisherman's Friend right now. Hope it helps!

gawd! this soreness is killing me. not to mention, the weather too!

Just as bad

I woke up to a sense of soreness in my throat. Then I figured how can a healthy me fall sickly? I have nothing else to blame but the weather, which is just as bad as in Malaysia!

Feeling my forehead now, I'm not too sure if I have chilly palms or that I'm sensing a fever. Nose is runny and throat is a little sore. Great!

I haven't done anything much these few days but just preparing myself for 3 yrs of school. The kitchen part is the major part and needs a lot of my attention. There are still stuffs to get that will allow me to live healthy -- food. The way the kitchen is setup really sucks. Sigh, there are no other way but to put up with what I have for this academic year.

Tomorrow I will decorate my room with the Canadian flag I brought with me. My room will be the party room for all Europeans and Asians. ;) Will it happen? Whatever I do will always happen.

Don't wanna go outside. Going outside means spending money and I haven't got a lot to spend now. I think I shall fast for a month with the moslems as their holy month is approaching. It's been a long time since I fasted. My motive? Well, one of which will be to save some money, but mostly is to replenish my soul in ways of discipline, determination, patience, and peseverance. The list goes on but I should know what I'm doing.

later! cheers!

Your seeing through my eyes 

Something is missing

Photos, or if you'd like you may call it pictures, are what make up half of this blog as photography is as well part of me.

I like to share what I visualize with people.

So, where are the pictures for the last few weeks?!

I don't yet already have a digital camera. The photos put up here in the past weeks were possible because of my father who owns *glances at item with envious look* a Canon 300D!

I can't go photo-nut with a film camera. And thank God I brought my camera! I almost left it at home because there wasn't anymore spaces for me to lug them over here to the U.K. My mother was also discouraging me but I was like "mom, i'll go insane if i don't shoot anything within a year" It's like somebody taking away what you loved most and you gotta live with it... but I know i can't let it happen. My mother is not taking away anything from me but it's more like pursuading me to put it on hold until the "right" time comes. Again, I know I can't let it happen to me.

I have to shoot!
Shoot something, shoot someone!
A shutterbug is what I am.. only with a digital body.

I am quasi-professional when comes to 35mm films/slides.
I am a nut case when it comes to digital cameras. I'll just go photo amok. really!

So, just wait for the pictures. in the mean time, read what I have to say. Improve your imagination... especially when I say "that girl's got a nice tight arse bootilicious" (she will have to be an african!)

A day in market bay

I was in downtown earlier this afternoon scouting for a rice cooker that I should have brought with me but because I already had a hand-carry, I didn't buy any. Surprisingly, I saw a few students on the same flight as mine carrying 3 hand-carries! Anyway, I ended up in Chinatown and saw that they're selling rice cooker -- for 88$pounds!! ($ = british pounds; there's no pounds symbol on the laptop's keyboard)

Looking at the price in disbelief, I shook my head and walked away. After 2 hours, I managed to find a store (Argos; www.argos.co.uk) that sells the almost similar rice cooker I had in S'toon for 22$.

The weather here is amazingly insane as it would rain and then sunshine with strong winds then back to light rain for several times within 2-4 hours; now that I have been here for 7 days, I can see that it happens almost every day. Where is the snows?!!

Perhaps there will never be any snows, at least not as much.

There are a lot of Europeans over here and most of them have come to do their business degree and hospitality studies here. I have met quite a number of them and got along with some and hung out a bit.

It's hard to understand the British's accent and I find that a little difficult to manage at time. A lot of people are of Yorkshire's background and I think they do speak Yorkshire (an English dialect). They're intonations and stresses on words are totally different that what I've been hearing for the past 20 over years now. I know it takes time to get used to it. But you know what? In my opinion, I think it's so much easier to pick up the English accent than to North American accent; not that I want to but believe me, it's as infectious as rabbies compared to N.American's.

I have done half of my groceries already but the other half , I think I will have to wait. Clothes, heater (the one in my unit is not working), lamps, clothing racks, laundry stuffs, etc. are among some of the smaller & useful things. hopefully i have dad's consent to use the card for these items. the remaining cash balances I will keep for "just in case" there's no money coming in for the next 2 weeks.

When courses begins, things will be pretty quiet. i'll just live on steam rice and be vegetarian for 4 months to save a bit. vegetables over here are cheaper than that in Canada... so, why not?

Cheers people!
-dant-

More interesting experiences on the way... so, stick around!

Time stamp

If you had taken notice of the timestamp at the end of every posting, it is the correct time when I posts up any blogs. The time is set for here and has been effective since September 17th.

We're on the GMT (0:00) so if you're reading from Saskatchewan, I am 7 hours ahead of you. Malaysia is 7 hours behind. Anywhere in between, you can do the math. Just so you know...

Cheeers.

Leeeeeeeeds!! Leeds! Leeds!

We went up to Scotland and saw the historic Castle of Edinburgh, Edinburgh, erected in the 14th-17th century yesterday and it is still standing in all its splendor. The line was too long and not only that was a turn off but the tickets weren't economical too. But looking at such wonder(s) has already made my day even though I still think it could have been better for my curious mind to have visited the interiors.

Edinburgh is every shopper's paradise. It's much like Champs-elyses in Paris, or St. Lawrence Street in Montreal, where shops and/or stores never seems to end on both sides of the street. Scottish men in their kilts playing their instruments for charity and some just enjoyed doing it while promoting something else.

I found myself falling in love. The medieval architectures and designs of buildings intrigued me countless of times and ever since I arrived in Leeds and Edinburgh, both cities has never ceased to dazzle me. They have everything to offer and offer shall they to you of their everything!

It's nothing like Saskatoon. Uh-oh, I think I might just be denouncing my favors for the city I lived in for the past 3 yrs... poop! Anyway, then again I don't think both of this city can be compared side-by-side as one is a small city probably thrived from farming businesses, and the other is just a huge metropolitan.

Leeds is indeed a shopping paradise too! Believe me, it's not just that. If you're lookiing for night life, this is the place to be. There are things I saw that might have just affirmed my conclusions and I don't think it'd be appropriate to paint you the pictures. However, on the second thought, I might just as well now that I have mention it. There are thousands of pubs and clubs all alike playing all sorts of musics from samba to spanish, to R&B's to all recent popular genres. Entrance fees from nothing (free) to about 15$ (pounds) per head. English girls all dressed up as though they have a label on their foreheads and/or chest saying "Take me home. These are your toys, play with me. You fondle they wobble"

A group of Spanish people and some of their flat mates invited me along with other friends (just met) for a night out. One night experiencing the night life here is already enough to convince me that I will not be too bored here.

The other draw back is that after all the raves and parties, it was time to get back home but there's another longer line at the taxi stand. Cabs were already too busy to be called and all have to be waiting in the line that'd seem to be there for another 90 minutes or so before it's your turn. There are PRIVATE cabs and when it's private I meant it's private where they'd rip your pants and mini-skirts off till you're naked and hump the daylight out of you. For a desperate trip and not wanting to be in the long taxi line, they'd charge from 30-60$ (pounds) per trip depending on the distance whereby if you had waited for a cab, you'd expect to pay no more than 10$ pounds. Now, the former is a rip off... and I thought FutureShop is a rippoff case. Over here, the "private" cabs are!! Totally ironic! Then, here's the best part: we did not queue up for cabs but instead we walked down Headrow Lane (the main city's artery, if not mistaken) and flagged down a couple of cabs for 10 of us. Had we waited in the line, it would have been at least an hour or two.

I think the weather over here is even crazier than that of Saskatoon. It rains here and that suxx! The rain would set in at random and it's not just a one time thing. Over the period of 2 hours it can rain and stop and rain again for 5 times. We get light rains most of the time so walking in the rain (which is the other thing I am deprived of while in Saskatoon) is not a problem. I'd rather it snosw as frequent as it rains here.

That's about it for yesterday.

Classes don't begin until 28th, on my birthday. I have convinced myself that life as a single bachelor guy here would be awesome! Not that i'm going to screw around... but... certainly I will practice what I preach to others, protection!! So, you make up your own conclusion. English girls are jewels here... yummy.
Cheers!

City tour with new friends

from all over europe/

got drunk by Sminorff Ice 3.5 bottleesss!! v ah! i'm droppin dead un myt bed now.,
see youy soon. hooplefully i'l be able to have a 4 hrs sleep befind heading off to ?Edinburgh n ext lrn ki g\ morning!

drs see yhou lads!

From dollar$ and cent$ to £pounds and Pence

We (Nurwati and I) went downtown today scouting for cellphones, banks to open an account, shopping malls, and computer stores. €verything is cheap if you were to compare dollar to dollar basis. As I have mentioned earlier, a can of 325ml Coca Cola costs no less than 49p and that is approximately CAD1.13, which is the exact selling price of a can from pop machines in Canada. However, 49p is approximately RM3.34. "Is that cheap?", you may ask. It is if and only if you can see it in your currency other than £.

There is, therefore, a risk for me to overspend without realizing I have thrown away thousands of ringgit malaysia when it's only £150 over a few items of small electrical appliances, mini tables, clothes hangers, and other unimportant necessities.

I am really afraid to spend here. I prefer to take whatever amount I have right now and spend it in Canada.

Could it be that i am not used to living in the city center? I have been in Saskatoon, a not too big nor too mediocre sized city located in the Saskatchewan province, for a little over 3 years. Leeds Metropolitan is very densed and quite populated and to make matters worse, it rains here! It rains here almost everyday and if it doesn't I guess the rain clouds just love to pass obscuring healthy sunshines and clear blue skies from us. To make it even worst, it doesn't snow here! Well, it does but not as much as 1 metre of cumulated snow over the winter. The amount of snow fall here over the past 5 years is not even knee deep.

Sigh!
I have not had any proper meals since arrival. I have been living on sunflower seeds I brought over from home and water. I can't seem to re-live my habits I've been used to while in S'toon here; one of the major impediments of achieving that is this transition from dollars and cents TO pounds and pence.

One last note, I thought I've seen a couple of Proton Wira's on the road but they are called a different name. I squinted my eyes trying to read the model's name but it looks like the more I squint the further the car went, thus, the smaller the texts are to my impaired eyes. Tough luck!

Lost in the metropolitan

I had a really good sleep after being deprived of it for over 30 hours. The short bursts of sleep I had on flight didn't really help much, however, I knew I had to stay awake until the right time to sleep to quickly get over with jet lags.

Today is the second day and it sure feels like it's been up to my neck level already just trying to speak the English I have been speaking yet at the same time the English have a way of making us (me) feel as though we're speaking an entirely different language.

In an occasion, I had to pick up the keys to my room from the security office and the officer in there explained to me how to use my keys. The keys are a small sized plastic brown in color with, I supposed, electronic chips within the flat sides.

"You will see a panel at the door and you have to push this key", he lifts it up to show me which key it was that I had to use, "upward and into the panel. Wait 2 seconds and then a buzz would come up. The door will then open.", he looks at me waiting for a respond.

I nodded to indicate to him that I understood what was said but I was actually laughing my brains out because the accent was too heavy that in actual fact, I only understood the first half of it when he lifted up the keys. I had to ask him again about what would happen after 2 seconds and had he not used the word "hear" I would not have thought about the buzzing sound he was relating to me but rather "boozing" as in beers. "... and then a booze will come up!". When I heard that I was like all happy. But I know that couldn't be true.

The entire ordeal was totally humorous limited to their accent only. I must admit that British accent is waaaaaaaayy easier to pick up than Canadian/American accent, in which I find them rather 'flat' as in monotonous with a little twist. British accent has all the twists and bends as to where to stress a syllabus or two in a word or phrase. So after all, it is in this sense that I am lost in the metropolitan.

However, I am also very lost in another way the most people are familiar with. It's like being put in a jungle with or without trails on the ground and not knowing if you've been going around in circles. Perhaps I have been so used to the block systems used in the North America. You will not get lost because you just can't if you know how to count. Streets runs are numbered in order and runs from east to west; whereas avenues runs from north to south. If you don't know where you're going, you can simply get on either a street or an avenue and start counting up or down to your destination. Over here, like I said it's like you being put in a jungle. Road systems here are haphazard and are evidently confusing. A similar street's name can become another name at certain point (usually at intersections). To make matters worse, it's very hilly here in Leeds. I was lost yesterday and I had to go back up the hills and down the slope just to get back to the point I was familiar with. Again, I'm [VERY] Lost in the Metropolitan!

So, what about the people?!

The British people aren't as open as the Canadians and that is the result of my observations. I can't chat up a stranger about anything without feeling ignored or disregarded of. Maybe "conservative" is the right word for them. The Canadians are conservative too but at the same time very open that you won't feel intimidate talking to a stranger... if you know what I mean. And they are not very initiative too in the sense of helping out.

I needed help for something and I was referred to another table where the volunteers would be able to help me out according to the person I spoke to. I walked over to that table effortlessly and stood there. There were a lot of people behind the table a couple of them were standing and looking around; more like dreaming... had nothing to do. Nobody helped me out nor even made the initiative to ask a person looking lost if he/she needed any assistance. There I was standing for over 10 minutes looking at everyone. I headed back to the person who referred me and he said just go over there and speak to the lady, he pointed out which lady he was talking about. I went back there and 'this' lady as well as everyone else had been ignoring everyone. I interrupted her conversation with her colleagues and related to her my problems. She helped me out.

So, what's the big deal? The person who referred me did not even bother to walk over with me and get somebody to talk to me. Nobody had the initiative to ask if one needed anything/help. Where is the courtesy? This is perhaps another cultural shock. I have been so used to the way of life in Canada. Whatever it is, everyday is a learning process and hopefully it won't be too difficult.

Speaking of which, believe me or not, I too had a culture shock back in Malaysia when I was there for 6 weeks. I am guilty of ignorance and people would accuse me of this crime. I have lost a couple of friends because of this. Now that I realized losing friends because they cannot understand where I have been for the last 3-4 years has changed my habits and beliefs, they are really not worth being friends after all. Memories of them just haunts me but I pray for comfort and peace and hopefully they will be expunged from my subconscious mind, thus their existence, as my days here in Leeds gets more interesting day by day.

Ah! Cotton candy clouds floating in the clear blue skies. What a sight I missed so much from Canada and none to be seen in Malaysia's hazy & rainy days. I can see 4 maple trees just outside my window and they're about 3 storeys high-- I live on the 3rd floor by the way. They are on my side of the riverbank. Yes, a river steams across horizontally to Turner's building, where I live. It's not too deep as I can see pebbles and stones and weeds through the crystal clear water. On the other side of the river bank is a running or bicycle track that trails along with the river's bends and arches. Surrounding it are all sorts of other trees whose name only botanists know. I am certainly not one.

Speaking of maple leaves, I should have seen many of these trees while in Canada but I have not and that's because I was not in the right place. Maple leaf is depicted on the Canadian flag. They are mostly found in the east coast regions -- Quebec, Ontario, Nova Scotia, New Foundland, New Brunswick. Here I am trying to forget my wonderful days in Canada yet I will constantly be reminded of by the 4 trees that are just outside my window. It is fated...

O Canada, our home and native land
true patriot love in all thy sons command.

with glowing hearts we see thee rise,
the True North strong and free.

from far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

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Hmm... maybe I am thinking: "O Canada, I will return to thee. (repeat x3 to fade)"
By the way, that's the national anthem for Canada. It's a very nice song.

bye for now. will write more soon.

University of Leeds

I'm glad to have finally arrived here safely. The flight was smooth and peaceful until touch down when the aircraft dropped on the runway with a frightening bang that sent all passengers on board to a temporary panic. It was going too fast and I thought the captain was drinking and flying since drinking and driving are more prone to be apprehended by the authorities. Who's gonna stop the pilot for breathelyzer test anyway?! Everything went accordingly and the immigration officers at the Manchester International airport didn't complicate my entry to the country.

It was raining lightly.

2 hours later all 14 students from MH12 arrived Leeds.

"Welcome to Leeds Metropolitan University", Chris Clayton announced with a smile, representative of International Students Office.

I've checked into my room. It looks a lot like Seager Wheeler Hall when I was living there in Saskatoon for the academic year 2002-2003, but the only difference is that I was my own washroom. I was looking for the switch to switch on the lights of the washroom and that took me like 10 minutes. It is impossible to have lamps on the ceilings and exaust fans but didn't have the switches. They were supposed to be on the walls. After spending half a day looking for it (at least it feels like half a day looking for the switch that is supposedly to be on walls) I gave up. Just as I exit the shower room, I noticed 2 long strings hanging from the ceiling. It's like those of window blinders when you pull you'd pull up the blinders. I pulled it and the lights came on! With the aid of the lights, I noticed the strings are of similar color as the walls. How helpful can that be!? But it's neat.

Now I recall cartoon characters pulling a string dangling from a bulb above their heads when ideas came up. So, that's where they got this idea.

Kirkstall Brewery is where I live now. It was a brewery that produces beers to be exported to Australia in the early 18th century. It's a long walk (about 40 minutes) to Headingley campus where most of my classes will be.

That's all for now. i wish I have a digital camera to show you what I see as I am not very talented to paint pictures with words.

Right now it's about 11 degree celcius--cooling and comfy!


a piece of towel cost £7! a can of coke costs £0.49

20 hrs & I'm on my way

I'm all packed up and ready to leave [again].
It's been 5 months since I touched a [text]book and thought critically analytically or whatever -cally... and soon I'll be facing heaps of mind-boggling textbook sizes (hehe, usually they are humonguous!) behind genius Dilton's glasses (the cartoon strip; who gets bullied everyday for at least most of the time)

Then I have been asking myself if I am mentally prepared for it. 5 months of nothing-to-do-ness should be ample of time for this mental preparation... to having a bad life in the books.

Had a real good Thai food with my parents and their friends today. It was a superb seafood dinner and I think I'll be deprived of for the next 3-4 years assuming I do not return.

20 hours! I'll be on MH12. I'll keep you posted with updates with what's going on and stuffs. Check back often! Stay healthy and always, always, practice safe sex!! Michelle, remember that!!

There is a companion for me

I just found out that Justin Timberlake sang the "I'm loving it" song from which is the current McDonald's advertising theme song (how back-tracked can I be?!). Personally, the song sounds way better than the laaaaaamest "ba ba pa paa paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, I'm loving it!!" ! Geewhizz! I wish I had a quarter for every time I heard it. Man, I would be rich!

Anyway, my friends over are ever so busy leaving me companionless that I had to resort to ciggarettes as my next best friend. That and the best beer on earth, Heneiken (whatever the spelling is). I don't admit that I am a ciggy person nor am I a chain smoker, but shiat it looks like that's the only thing I talk to and feel relaxed especially when my mind bangs at me that I have no one to hang out with. Before I knew it, I had a lighted ciggarette as my dream. I gasped when I woke up and thought hell, I'm hooked to it! However, i'm not really concerned about being hooked to it ... but not just yet for now. Well, heck, maybe I AM concerned. what am i talking about!? Ciggarette addictions are more finger-to-mouth habit and I didn't think I have cultivated that. I don't intend to anyway. Whatever it is, I can be assured that as soon as I'm back to study (I have things to do), there will not be a lighted tabacco in my mouth, if you know what i mean.

Speaking of which, I just can't wait to get out of here, Malaysia. There's nothing to do and my nose has not been very obedient. 6 more days. Funny, I was counting down the days I was to leave Saskatoon and felt really really miserable -- that I wasn't really looking forward to go back to Malaysia. Now, it is not that difficult to put the puzzle together why I am really looking forward to get out of here.

I really do wish I would settle down outside of my home country and start life anew. There's not many people I know over here, therefore, it would not make any difference if I begin a new life in another place in a different environment. Malaysia is a great place to be and there is no doubt about it... but only for visits in my opinion. I really owed this to both my parents for giving me the opportunity to experience life in the other side of the world. After all, our planet earth is not quite a small place to be and it has endless landscapes to offer. So, I didn't think it would be fair to life per se to be in just one place for a person's lifespan. Neither am I encouraging myself a nomadic lifestyle.. after all [again], Malaysia is my home country; My home is planet earth, therefore, I can make every inch of earth my home. that puts me to think When am i going to earn my first billion dollar!

Would you take tour to the moon? Heck, I feel like I'm on the moon now; nobody around me. I know I won't! But I will go for the ISS trip/tour.

I bought a few stuffs for the computer I will assembled when I get to UK soon:
1. Asus 9550 GamerEdition 125MB Raedon
2. Creative Sound Blaster Audigy 2 ZS
3. Sony dual layer DVD-+RW
4. Microsoft Wireless desktop's kb and mouse.
5. Asus P4C800 Deluxe mainboard

cool stuffs. The other thing apart from computer stuffs I bought in Malaysia are:
6. Canon Speedlite 420EX (auxilary flash unit)
7. Nokia 6600 and a Nokia Bluetooth (HDW-2)
8. Music CD's; poop! been spending like a nut on CDs thinking there wouldn't be CDs in the UK. Well, they are expensive over there so i guess that justifies it.
9. Durex Ultra-thin condoms... man, I need more of these! Magnum XXX size!
10. Chinese caligraphy brushes and books. I still can't believe I'm doing this and imagined that I would be a master in chinese caligraphy!

I wish... I wish for a Canon EOS 1D and a range of L lenses!!! Gawd, these will be my second wives! My first will always be a human female, never a genderless thing!

Write later! that's all for now.

Jubilee Celebration

This blog has successfully hit 500 hits since the beginning of March 2004.
hooray!!

I'd take this opportunity to thank my readers for faithfully returning to this blog and as well as those who are just passing by. You are the reasons why I'd write frequently about my boring days as well as interesting days.

I got picked up

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Disposable Digital Cameras

I just found out that there are digital cameras are going disposable, accompanying the conventional 35mm film cameras. Do a google search or just follow this.

Shot by: Shutterdan -- The image is shot from Nokia 6600, my current cellphone. My dog, Whisky, currently 12 years old (about 80 dog years old). he's old and able! Thank god senility has not set in.
Photoblogged!!

Shot by: Shutterdan -- The image is shot from Nokia 6600, my current cellphone. I sent this image to my mother with the message: "Vanity if my favorite sin of sins. I'd frown at the complications of human beings; even at myself when boredom seems to rule now. Hehe!" This image is the mirror's reflection; behind is my the living hall of my resident.
Photoblogged!!

Shot by: Shutterdan -- A panoramic view of the Jalan 222 project (low cost housings/apartments) from Block A's highest floor.
Photoblogged!!

Shot by: Shutterdan -- Canon 300D (Digital Rebel) on tripod. Here is me with two of my father's staffs who oversees the site. I thought the safety helmet and boots were cool.
Photoblogged!!

Shot by: Shutterdan -- Canon 300D (Digital Rebel) on tripod using timer mode. 1/13 seconds at f/5.6 no flash and focal length is 25mm. ISO 100. Shot on Aug10, 2004 at 18:15hrs. I was on Block A of Jalan 222 apartment that is still under construction. This is the 17th floor and it's the penthouse area.
Photoblogged!!

Shot by: Shutterdan -- The finished product of the concrete stepping stone with my name engraved with copper wires now resting on the bed of lillies of Stanley's garden in Saskatoon.
Photoblogged!!

Shot by: Evgeuni Panasiouk-- Mike Seiferling and I posing for a shot in the Main Library of the University of Saskatchewan somewhere in February or March; it was still winter or at least it feels like it. My touque is on and that will be enough to tell you how cold it is.
Photoblogged!!

Shot by: Shutterdan -- A nightview from my balcony (7th floor) of Kemuncak Shah Alam where I now reside. The six pictures were combined using Photoshop CS each is exposed for 15 seconds using f/16. They were shot using Canon EOS 300D mounted on a tripod. The view is approximated 180 degrees view. Concord Hotel Shah Alam is visible on the right side with a horizontal light on its building.
Photoblogged!!

Life in the Peninsula

Humidity with the heat killed me.
Traffic on the roads could have pounded a huge nail into my head--migraine.
The attitudes of drivers are horrendous that I begin to believe Malaysia is the spawning ground for road bullies.

Everyday I'd wake up to runny nose, burning eyes that felt like they're about to drop off its socket anytime. Now you can really hear me sing "O Canada!" Canada's national anthem. I miss Canada.

My relatives from Montreal arrived on Saturday and we had a huge family reunion feast on Sunday. After that, we had a big pile of durians to quench our deprived obsessions of this bombacacious king of fruit! Quench!? Most of us who have been living abroad could hardly place our hands on this thorny fruit that could kill if not handled appropriately. My goodness, but the meal itself was good!

How am I feeling? Sickly...

Met somebody

Today, Friday, marks the seventh day since I returned. Life has been sweaty here... sweats from perspirations rolls down my back, shirts stucked to my back uncomfortably, sticky neck and body, feeling very disgusting at the end of every day.

I found myself going back to the retail store where I purchased my cellphone frequently hoping to see somebody there who works as an accountant. Even for trival implications which I believe I can help myself to fix it, I rather step in and sit there for couple of hours while the manager of the store figure out.

The feeling of falling in love is just awesome and somehow looking back from the first time we set eyes on each other, I think the attractions between us just grew stronger everyday. Today, boldly I stepped into the store and asked her for her phone number to ask her out. Never would I have thought I am capable of that?! No, the fact is I am 'that' capable but I have broke through an old ground of mine of lack of confidence. Now Ben & Scott would have been so proud of me to hear this. I remember Ben once advised me to 'just do it because there's nothing to lose on your side'. Oh how I miss those days.

It's just a date by the way. I would also love to go out with Michelle's friend whom I met the other night. She's quite tanned and good looking and funny; has some odd obssession with guys from Klang town. I am from Klang. ahem! ;)

Now that I am back, there's so much to complain about home. Maybe I should put the complaints aside and focus more on how to enjoy my days. I realized that finding a proper spot for parking is as bad as being cursed with a broken car. Double parking seems to be the norm here in Malaysia. After making several detours around the block I noted a car backing up and I was relieved that I now have a spot. I couldn't get out for 40 mins because there are cars obstructing mine. The driver is missing. Danny, Welcome back to Malaysia!

My nose knows if this place is right for me. Canada was and has certainly been the place for me, weatherwise. Not here. Been sickly these few days. I really hope I am okay.

I have a few travel plans. I thought Sabah would be a nice place to go. One of the world's best beaches is located in Sabah, East Malaysia. It is attractive as well because no many people in their lifetime here in West Malaysia have travelled East. Perhaps it's their mentality that it is still Malaysia and therefore it will not be as interesting as from where they're coming from. But hey, East Malaysia is somehow a virgin land.. or land of virgins. Okay, lets go screw around and mess up the place! Heck, virgin mermainds are waiting for me! They appear in my dreams... wet ones usually, enticing me to their lands. Tickets are cheap and best of all I'm still spending in local currency, Ringgit Malaysia.

Home is hot and humid

Arrived Kuala Lumpur International Airport on Friday 13:30 local time. My three "Heavy Load" tagged baggages did not come out until most passengers from the same flight as me has claimed theirs and went home. I must be really heavy for those weaklings down there in the baggage areas of the airport.

Anyway, I gave Eelynn and Michelle a surprise visit on Sunday and they almost had their pants down. There are a few more people waiting for their goodies.

Malaysia is nice and hot. There have been changes since I left. New roads, highways and freeways, climate changes (not too much of a difference) and technology!! I got myself a Nokia 6600 and it is totally cool and complicated; so complicated that I realize how tech unsavvy I am or perhaps I've fallen too far back... by living in Canada. To have a cellphone in canada is like a curse so they say. I'm not sure for what apparent reasons though so I'll just leave it be.

Right now I am already missing the wintery days. My nose seems to be letting me know a lot of things it didn't tell me back in Canada. It's a little more runny now than before and the humidity here is to be blamed. I miss the clear blue skies in Canada, the clean air, Jill, Ben, Scott, Kate, Sally Zhao, Charmei (fried noodles), my university, and mostly My Brother.

Looking forward to colder days ahead of me. How I wish I'm going through days (or nights) of 30 degrees below zero!! Fantasizing of snowboarding down the Alps, it used tobe be the Rockies.

Oh, I got laid in Hong Kong while waiting for my connecting flight. It was a blast!