Searching

My absence from this blog probably has not been missed by the tiny and insignificant portion of cyberspace users who read this blog( Not that my readers are insignificant! U guys are the best..even if u acknowledge reading this blog or not, i thank you sincerely :D).

I love pondering. When im supposed to do something like complete a task which was assigned to me, id rather slack and ponder on things which dont really matter or affect my life. Or do they? I ponder on things like the paradoxial nature of life. On why to have happiness, there must be suffering. To feel pleasure, one must first understand pain. And to truely treasure the best life has to offer, one must have lost something dear to him or her.

It is not in my intention to answer these questions in my blogpost, because i dont have the answers for them. Not yet anyways.

Maybe you can help me ponder about it ;).

A fighter's life for me.

Recently, my personal message on msn has been this: A fighter's life for me. Body and mind, purged and refined.

Now what does it really mean. A fighters life for me is actually a quotation from Jimmy Smith's myspace page. For those that dont know, jimmy smith is a co host of fight quest. I have a lot of respect for this guy. A maths degree from UCLA proves he has the brains, and being married speaks alot about responsibility and commitment. But this guy is also a pro Mixed Martial Arts fighter, using muay thai and brazillian jiu jitsu as his weapon of choice. He's got a ripped body ( as most fighters do)- proving that he is in a awesome physical shape.

I draw inspiration from people like jimmy. Theres no such thing as stereotype. You shouldnt label yourself under one category and stick with it." Oh, Im a nerd, so i must study..oh im a geek.cant socialize. Oh im a guy,cannot cook or bake" all that is total bullshit.

I try to lead my life following these principles. Have no respect for the boundaries of stereotype. So a fighter's life for me, means that in everything that i do, i will do so with the same relentless power, intensity and effort as when im working on the heavy bags, when im kicking the pads, or when im practising my knee strikes. To ignore that pain untill the very moment of total muscle fatigue. To continue grappling when your hamstring seizes up in a wave of cramps. To continue punching and kicking past your 3 minute threshold. That is the ultimate satisfaction. To push yourself to more than you could ever dream of achieving, that is what it means to lead a fighter's life.

I hope to put this principle in the context of education as well. To continually push yourself to achieve greater heights, to not give up when there's an overwhelming mountain of work. To push yourself burning the midnight oil ,reading on control of eukaryotic gene transcription( how i hate this chapter) . The same can be said for the physical state of my body. A long and hard road it will be, but in time i will achieve that level of fitness at which i can call myself a true fighter. Maybe it will take a year, 2 years or even longer.Whatever it is, its a fighters life for me.

Mid sem break

Firstly, i do apologize for the inactivity on this blog. I just got back from my one week stay in kuching. There wasn't really enough time to blog cause everything was just so hectic for me.

The reason why i flew back all the way to kuching was to attend my grandmother's 80th birthday celebration

The celebration took place at Hilton Kuching, with almost 400 people in attendance.(90% of em ive never met before..)

family friends, distant relatives, old politicians, current politicians..all kinds of people came to pay tribute to this lady

Datin Seri Vera Ng.....i just call her nenek. haha!So anyways, i learnt many things about the nichol family during this event. About my lineage and my ancestors( especially the chinese side).But the thing that made this event so fun and memorable was the fact that so many of us came back to kuching for the event. A family reunion.

This is the Nichol family( In case you're wondering, Nichol is my grandfathers nameas in John Nichol Kassim). From left to right, Uncle Albert, Auntie Marlene, Auntie Doris, Auntie Jane, Auntie Patricia, Linda ( My mum!), Auntie Minda, Auntie Sally and Uncle Osen. Seated in front is nenek, the matriach.

And these are the in-laws. Left to right, Uncle West, Uncle Paul, Nuing ( My dad!), Auntie Margaret, Auntie Josephine, Uncle Douglas, Uncle Peter and Uncle Isheak.

Ok..Now when you have 9 children, you would expect the family to be quite large yes? So here is the full nichol clan.(Almost full)

Not a very good angle, but this is the only picture that i have. Most of us are there, but some are missing. My sister liza, Cousins Dianne, Edwin, Jason and Jasmine.

Some random pics from that night:

From left to right, My cousins Ian, Alvin, Johan, Mark, Justin, Jeff, a syiok sendiri uncle( uncle osen) haha!!, Nick( my bro) and infront of him is Jeremiah( we call him keepat). Then theres uncle West, Myself, Greg and Uncle Paul.

Me and my cousins Evonne and Alvin (siblings). Evonne also happens to be quite syiok sendiri and claims that we are her bodyguards. Ceh! Dahla mabuk on your birthday HAHA!

The early 80's generation. Johan, Nick, Greg, Evonne and Elaine.

And this emo loner here is Justin. He has many nicknames..Justin credible, Just-a-tin, Just do it and a whole lot of other childish labels. Apparently he's not into girls and is interested in a german dude named Hans..or is it that spanish guy named Stephan. HAHAHa! Im just kidding la cuz.

The guys of the family with nenek.

And the girls...

The only downside of this gathering was that there wasnt any after party which we cousins are famous for. Well, we did go for a drink at Mojo but i could hardly call that clubbing.

I spent the rest of my hols Meeting up with friends and going visiting for raya.Spent a few nights in Avery's house( the perverted ball gazer) and also spent one whole day shopping with my A-levels pal Amanda. She more semangat than me when it comes to shopping. I was supposed to be the one buying stuff and she ended up buying more stuff than me..And seriously loh, your kiddy pictures were hilarious! Bwahahaha!!!

Visited some of my uncles friends for raya, and met some incredibly hot chicks. Ex St theresians are unbelieveably HOT.

Oh yea, me and alvin had to push my uncle's car up Bukit Hantu at 12am in the morning coz it broke down.What a nice place to have a car breakdown at 12am..bukit hantu... It was the only workout which i got in the whole holiday.

I really look forward to the next family gathering..but it probably wont happen for the next few years. ive had an incredibly fun time in kuching and would like to thank my whole big family for being there, and also providing lodging LOL! And thanks also to my buddy avery for allowing me to crash at your place for a while( Eventho you were a bit gay). Credits to Glen and Evonne for the pics.

until next time, chowz.

Dreams

Its late. Cant sleep. Blog. This is a familiar scenario. My mind seems to be most philosophical at night, when everything is peaceful and quiet..well technically it isnt night, its actually 4.30 in the morning. Dreaming without sleeping.
Lately ive been seriously considering the road in which my life is headed. Come july next year, i will transfer to the University of Adelaide to complete the final year of my Biomedical Science degree. If everything goes according to plan(passing all semesters etc etc), i will graduate in mid 2010.
The journey doesnt end there. IF i can obtain a cGPA of 3.6-4.0, I would continue to pursue my life's dream of studying medicine.

I've been pondering on one thing in the past week. Do i have what it takes?

The first thing people always ask me is; How come you didn't just do medicine straight after A- levels?

Well duh, obviously i didnt make the cut. My A levels werent good enough. In other words, im too stupid to pursue a course which has high demands in terms of academic abilities and limited placement.
The thing is, i always bite off more than i can chew. I always aim high. At times unrealistically high. Maybe this whole medicine thing is all just some wishful dream of mine.Well it definitely seems far..2010 is when i end my Biomed degree. Theres another 4 years after that if i choose to continue with a medical degree.
Another funny fact is that i actually enjoy other non science related fields like history, culture, languages and stuff like that. Then what the hell am i doing in a biomed course???Slaving my ass off to carry out biochem experiments of which i dont give a damn. I mean what the fuck..i sit in the Molecular biosciences lab for 5 hours each session, 2 session each week. I supposedly lead my lab team in the biochem experiments. I don't know whats going on, neither do i care. I have no interest in fraction collectors and deducing the amount of enzymatic activity in a particular fraction. The experiments have an unbelievably high rate of failure, and as the leader, im always responsible in one way or another.
I label myself a slacker and always complete my work last minute. I HATE writing reports and journals, and i absolutely despise calculations.
On the other hand, i can spend hours reading online articles on the viral structure of HIV. I dont mind reading up on metabolic disorders and their mechanisms. Of how new drugs are used to help cure or ease the symptoms. I actually don't find it tiring, boring, irritating or any other adjective one would normally associate with studying. I actually find it rewarding to read up on these stuff. And i get that kind of high just by reading about it.
I see a pattern here. I dont give a rats ass about something i have no interest in, or which is of no relevance to me. And i have the ability to give everything i have, every ounce of effort and direct every quantum of energy in me towards my one true passion. To elevate human suffering, albeit in a small way.
I want to study medicine. And theres nothing which will stop me for reaching my goal. Not the shameful memories of the past, not the skeptics of the present, and definitely not the fear of the future.
Im blessed to have a father who can provide for my education. All i need to do is get the grades. How easy can life be? I dont have to worry about food, shelter and all those that fall under the first level of maslow's hierarchy of needs.
So the conclusion is: Do it. Finish this sem with at least a 3.6. Survive my final sem of year 2, no matter what it takes. Grab Adelaide by the balls and rule that place. Graduate with a 3.6 in my final year. Get to med school, graduate, and get on with life.

So would a lazy slacker like me have the chance to enter prestigious schools like Imperial College London, UCL or the University of Nottingham?

Only time will tell. I am, after all a dreamer...and dreamers either make it big time or don't make it at all.

Off to bed. Goodnight!

The Burger Challenge

Exactly one week ago, i thought of something really stupid.

I was having Carl's Jr Double western and i thought to myself...what is the biggest, baddest most meanest burger available in any of the fast food chains in Sunway pyramid.

Here's the stupid part: why dont i eat them in one go?

So this is what i did today, one week after the idea was initially concieved.

The burgers of choice: Carl's Jr Double Western, Wendy's 3/4 Pound Triple Cheeseburger (Thats right, almost a pound of beef patty right there) and ofcourse, McD's very own BigMac.Don't be fooled by this pic. The Double western is actually almost the same size as the wendy's, with the bigmac being the smallest of the 3.

I started my assault on the Double western. Two large beef patties with several strips of chicken bacon (Halal bah!) smothered in cheese and fried onion rings.

Trust me, its good stuff.

and i made short work of it. ( was damn hungry..started this binge at 3pm. First meal of the day :D)

My next victim was the 3/4 pound triple cheeseburger from Wendy's

3 slices of 1/4 pound square beef patties, smothered with cheese and other condiments such as tomatoes, pickles, onions, etc etc. This burger was actually the largest.

The outcome?

CANNOT FINISH!

hahahaha! My stomach almost exploded halfway through the 3/4 pound. I tried all kinds of methods like resting, self encouragement, stoning for a while..it didn't work.

whatever happened to the legendary joshua bakir nuing who could down 6-8 fried chickens in kuching's chicken hartz. (Joshua Vs Alvin, the battle of the cousins.2001-2004 LOL!)

oh wells, so heres the verdict;

Carl's Jr Double Western:

Big.Had a much more juicy patty with supremely fresh taste.Its pricy though..( one meal

costing around Rm 20+)

Wendy's 3/4 Pound triple burger:

Bigger.Patty was much more dull tasting. The veggies didnt help either. I think the price for this meal is slightly cheaper than the double western.

McD's Big Mac:

Smallest! Eventhough i didn't touch it(gave it to my bro), ive had it so many times before that the taste and texture is pretty much rooted in my memory.I'd rather have this than the 3/4 pound wendy's. And its the cheapest too!( Rm 10 for a meal)

So the conclusion is: Screw Wendy's. Eat there if you're bored. Got money? Eat at Carl's Junior. On a tight budget? Eat at McD's. Pokai???

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Eat ramly burger lahh. Malaysia Boleh!

if only

For the first time in a long time, i was genuinely happy. That familiar carefree, light hearted feeling swept over me. It was almost overwhelming. No worries no pains. To good to be true i thought to myself.

when I was with you we were happy. Alone together. Laughing, joking. Mutual happiness which required nothing else but you and me. Didnt give a damn what others thought of us. Together we built our own world in which nothing else mattered. Your happiness fed mine. Your sorrow filled mine.

You were special because you were the only one capable of bringing out the gentle side of me. You were special because you the only one for me.

remembering the times when we held hands in the park, talking shit. The sun was bright, the grass was green. Birds were singing and children were laughing. Everything was funny, everything was sweet. Most importantly, everything was alright.

I walked you home, as always. Holding hands all the way. Before you went in, you whispered something in my ear . I promised that i would never leave you. I was on top of the world. I looked up to the sun, it bathed my face.

I opened my eyes, the sun was bright. Time to get on with life.Damn, dreams can be so real.

I want.

A few days ago in Dr Palsan's Biochemistry lecture, my assistant and lab partner Yanie gave me a leaflet. It was one of those christian leaflets which they distribute in church services, and this particular one was from her church. Despite it being in indonesian, i understood the bulk of the message. I think the title was "cukup itu berapa?". Basically, it talked about the nature of humans always wanting more than what we already have.

A husbands wants the wife to show more devotion
A wife wants the husband to give her more attention
A child wants more money and freedom from both parents

these were some of the examples that were given in the leaflet

when do we say enough? when do we say "wait, i have so much to be grateful for, and that i should stop asking for more?"

Questions like these fill my mind constantly. I want I want I want I want. I want to go overseas earlier to pursue my studies. I want to be able to run 10kms without feeling tired. I want to find the right girl to commit myself to. Then come the questions..Why am i not fit. Why don't i have a super built body in which you can see each and every muscle group. Why do i have white hair. Why do i have uneven skin tones on my belly, not to mention the ugly stretch marks. Why am i not smarter. Why doesnt my family have millions of ringgits to splash on me and my siblings.

But with these questions come the answers. I don't have a super built body because i was foolish enough to destroy my body when i was younger. I have to be thankful that i was born with all functional body parts and no major genetic disorders. I have white hair because i inherited it from my dad's side. I have to be thankful because i still have hair.I have plenty of stretch marks on my body because of the rapid loss of weight. I have to be thankful that i am losing weight. Im not the smartest in academic terms because im lazy. i have to be thankful that i have a perfectly normal brain, with no physiological impairment. My parents don't spoil me and my siblings because they want to teach us to be independent, to be able to hold your own. I have to be thankful for a caring mother and a providing father, who through his struggles, broke free from the vicious cycle of poverty. If it were not for his determination to study, and if my grandmother had not the foresight in the promises of education, I would probably be in my longhouse in balingian, tending to farms for a living.

The truth is, we would always want more than what we already have. This is the nature of humans. But before you say " I want", think of all the things you already have and that other people are not as lucky as you are.

My mother drilled this in my head since young. Self pity is evil.

So be grateful with what you have. It's the first step to happiness.

However, this doesnt mean that we should deprive ourselves of dreams and hopes. Of aspirations and ambitions.

We can strive to better ourselves and our current situation. Just don't let it consume you.

Human experiment edit

I will have to change some details on my experimental lifestyle plan..firstly, a friend of mine advised that the jogging be done before the gym sessions(i dunno the scientific reason behind this, but apparently it f*cks up your body if you do otherwise. Any comments would be greatly appreciated), so tht would have to be changed. I'll just switch the time around.Furthermore, the distance covered during the jogs will be increased to a minimum of 5km, more if possible. This being the fact that i may actually join the Terry Fox run( Not exactly sure when that is...if anyone knows, please let me know :D) and that i would have to be able to cover at least 8-10kms in a respectable amount of time.

will do a post on the Terry Fox run soon, if you guys don't already know whats it about :D

TQ!

Human Experiment

Test subject : Joshua Bakir anak Nuing
Age: 19
Height: 178cm
Weight: Overweight :D
Occupation: 2nd year Biomed student
Aspirations: wannabe muay thai and MMA fighter( Is in fact a bio nerd who likes baking)

Here's an experimental lifestyle plan which i will be putting myself through for 2-4 months(voluntarily!):

Mon:

3.00-4.45pm: Gym(upper body and thighs)

7.30-10.00pm: Kickboxing session

Tues:

4.00-5.45pm: Gym

6.10-7.00pm: 3-5km jog

Wed: Same as tuesday

Thurs: (My super busy day..Class 10-12pm, labs 1-6pm @#%$!!!)

7.30-10.00pm: Kickboxing session

Fri:

10.00am-12.00pm : Gym( Upper body and thighs)

6.30pm- 7.30: 3-5km jog

Sat:

whatever i can do lah depending on my mood and how sore my body is :D

Sun:

jogging 3-5km+relaxing swim

Diet: Heavy carb intake on kickboxing days. Less carbs on other days..Always high protein.
Bananas taken between workouts
Wholemeal bread
Less sweet and fried stuff (not totally cut off la....)
Breakfast!( a must)
milk+yoghurt daily
Fast food binge once a week. Eat as much as you can baby! mmmmmmm...
Whey isolates protein shakes on training days..which is almost everyday

Now im not sure how long i can last, and plus i have biochem II to handle so it realy depends on my workload as well as other factors..but i pledge right here and now to give it my all la. Ill update on the results in exactly 2 months time so wish me luck guys!

Do the CKB dance with joe

Today ill show you how to do the chinese kickboxing dance.

Step 1: choose a partner of suitable size. Doesnt apply in this case cause he's the instructor!!

"hello there, would you care for a dance?"

Step 2: Establish physical contact by tapping each other on the hands and arms..attempt to get closer to your partner.

Step 3: Wrap your hands around your partner's neck, and apply downwards pressure at the same time pulling your partner closer to you. This stance is called the clinch, which is the basic stance of the ckb dance.

Step 4: Once in the clinch position, you can do whatever you wish to your partner(this is a very painful and liberal dance).Here are some examples:

twist n throw. Focus on your upper body strength, giving special attention to your partner's

neck.

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important: always remember to land on your feet! If not an extremely gay situation like this would occur:

Reminder: If you dont like your partner getting to0 close, you can always try to push him away.

"get away from me, you smell!"

Finale: Continue dancing until time ends, which should be 3 minutes per round.

always remember to give each other a pat on the back to avoid any hostile feelings :D

Practice often and you'll master it in no time. Great for strength training.Works best with heavy metal music or anything which gets your heart pumping haha! Thats it for now. I hope you enjoyed this informational piece of bullshit. Cya!

rant

A smile doesnt mean its okay,

Being polite doesnt mean its okay,

Being nice doesnt mean its okay,

The only reason why there isnt an outburst of reaction is that i dont want to hurt anyone's feelings.I know its better to control my emotions, and that i generally like a peaceful and happy environment. The only way to achieve that would be to just swallow your anger, and sort it out maturely.

But everyone has a breaking point, dont push me to mine.

If you have a problem with me, bring it on the table and dont talk behind my back.

If you dont agree with something, let me know and we can work it out.

Im always open to discussion, im a very open minded and liberal person. Don't be an idiot and choose otherwise.

So here i put it sweetly to anyone who thinks they can walk over me, who thinks they can fool me and treat me like an idiot;

please don't fuck around with me, ill fuck you back twice as hard

You'll get whats comming to you someday.

Ill laugh my ass off when that day comes.

P/s: Grow up. Stop acting like life is a fucking hong kong drama. The world doesnt revolve around you.

fate

caught a glimpse of you.

its been awhile, you haven't changed one bit =)

didnt have time to say this, so here it goes..

Hello, how are you?

im alive

Hello world. First of all, do forgive me for not updating for awhile..what, sumthing like 2 months plus? Oh well. At lot has happened since the last update, but screw that(unless u guys wanna read a fu**ing long update). So fast forward a bit la. Im on the last day of my hols, in miri. Will be going back to college tmrw to start sem 4!

Only one subject for me baby. Im gonna be so free..(i hope). But enough of that. Ive had such a great time in miri keeping myself busy by going to the gym, jogging and hanging out with my best buddies namely Rach, Lau n Eugene.This small town hasnt changed much, except for the fact that they decided to give steroids to bintang plaza. The extensions are huge..multistorey carpark? WTF...

On a lighter note, secret recipe is comming to miri. HAHA! Caramel cheesecake mmm. And we have a Delifrance!

ok..time for some pictures of my hols( sorry its not much, i dont like taking photos..credit to rach for the pics, i ripped it frm ur facebook XD)

yamcha wif frens..had kueh tiaw( best in miri baby!) n fried ice cream...I dunno why but i look like i was gonna kill eugene haha!

Party time...Went to The Balcony.Here i am with rach.I tried experiencing Miri's nightlife for the first time..no where near Ministry of Sound, but at least i had fun!

with lau n rach in.Well, The Balcony ended up being a drag, so we left n went to rach's house first to get tipsy manchester style.

Behold, grey goose vodka, fresh from france..mixed it with 7 up. Had 5 glasses of these..or 6..or 7? haha..then it was time to go clubbing again.We went to Thai Bar(Because The Balcony was so dull). Btw, miri is so bloody small..i met so many ex st columbans in The balcony.Even the famous amy mentan..thats right avery, ur ex.HAHAHAHA!

Can you see the difference in facial expressions before and after the vodka?Not really...ah wells, in this pic is Joanne which is lau's fren from curtin. Nice to meet you! There were some other gals as well but dunno where they go after The Balcony.So anyways, we clubbed till like 2 sumthin then we sent rach home first..tsk tsk. Mabuk la u rach. Went to makan after tht n arrived home around 4am! The latest ive been out in MIRI.

well,my time in miri is up, and its time to go back to school :( Ill be back to rock miri+kuching again in 2 months..and this time its with my partner in crime avery wee chee sin..but untill then, im pretty sure ill be seeing alot of this..

That is the map of all possible metabollic pathways in a given system..courtesy of Garret and Grishams Biochemistry 3rd edition.I dont think it includes inhibitors, activators, coenzymes, cofactors bla bla bla. Its quite interesting actually, i never knew u could get an amino acid from a fatty acid, and then convert it into a intermediate in the krebs cycle........just leave all that for sem 4 yeah?

il update again soon..till then, see ya!

the river flows on

Life is like a river. Born in the violence of clashing rainclouds with the echoes of thunder and flashes of lightning, water falls from the heavens.This is the beginning of life, much like the birth of a newborn, who comes to this world screaming for air.
Calmness soon follows after, as water settles on earth, running down the sides of mountains to join small streams and other pockets of water. The pace of life soon starts to pick up, as the flowing water gets faster and wilder. From streams the flow of water will mature into large rivers, flowing in their full majestic might.From here on, the river will go through many phases, just as we humans would go through in life. At certain times, the river is wide. The water calm, serene and peaceful. Life is good, and we are content.The rules of nature does not allow this to go on forever. There are certain periods of time when the river will be restricted, flowing through narrow ravines, littered with razor sharp rocks. The body of water violently crashes on the banks,with full fury and awesome power. These represent the troubles that one must go through in life. It is inevitable, as troubles would come and plague us at every opportunity. Like the river, we must continue flowing, come what may. Jagged rocks, whirlpools or any other obstacles must be faced head on.
There are times when i want to give up, and just let the winds of fate take me wherever it wants me to. But in that moment of weakness i realise things. I realise that there really is no such thing as fate, and that man controls his own destiny to a large extent, with luck guiding a significant proportion. We have 2 choices in life, either we fight and struggle in our present situation in order to achieve our dreams and goals, or we stay content, and allow the situation to remain as they are. the status quo. To remain with the status quo is to bow low and to submit yourself to defeat, just as a river submits when its awesome power is confined within a dam. To struggle against the present, is to break free from that dam, and continue flowing will full force, living life the way you intend to, not constrained by any other factor.Living life to the fullest.
There are times when the river will go through violent incarnations as waterfalls, when the world comes crashing down on you. Everything is your fault, everything you do is wrong. Negative negative negative. You feel down, your self esteem drops. But what does the river do? The river falls, and crashes to another bed of jagged rocks, but it collects itself in a fresh pool of water, and it flows on. We pick ourselves up and we go on with life,with a fresh start. Within our lifetime we may meet many jagged rocks, rapids, whirlpools dams and waterfalls. All we can do is to keep on flowing. We must keep on flowing, because at the end of the day, when all is said and done, the river of life flows on into the vast ocean of eternity where our purpose in life will finally be fulfilled, where the pains of getting there would just be a distant memory of the past. And this is where we will live, until the day we are called back to the heavens, and begin another journey of life.

When i was young.

Wow..this blog reeks of stagnancy..oh well, blame it on the busy weeks. Today was the worst. 8am-1pm-Biochem lab(Agarose gel electrophoresis and SDS PAGE)..no breaks mind you..only 10 minutes to swallow as much nasi goreng as possible from sidewalk cafe.1-2pm, study for management test<--(stupid credit filler made compusory by Inti). 2.15-3.50pm, management test.4-6pm, continue biochem lab experiment.amost 10 hours non stop. Im getting used to it.The toll on my body was evident..i barely made 1km on my jog before giving up.


Now, back to the main title of the post,when i was young. When i was young, i had no such worries..the most fond memories of my childhood were of those when my dad was posted to London for 2 years. i was 8.

this is my family..from the left: Me! hahaha..my dad, nick, pat, mum and liza.We were celebrating pat's birthday.

Nuing Jeluing a.k.a dad..10 years ago he still looked quite dashing with no pot belly evident hahaha.

was i cute or what hahaha! Me and my brothers. If u see us now, the height and size would be terbalik already. I had plenty of fun during my stay there..

We visited Old trafford, Stamford bridge as well as Anfield..this particular pic was taken in front of Anfield, home of liverpool f.c..you'll never walk alone hahaha!

we toured various cities in England(vivian, if ure reading this, england is not above london k..)This was taken in liverpool..same time when we visited Anfield stadium.

in front of the museum of natural history..by the way im standing, i probably start to mogok already. wanna go home.

the garden behind our house in 106 Golders Green, North West London...after balik from anfield terus wear liverpool jersey. Aisehmen.

sigh..nostalgia man. All i cared about at that time was toys and games,fighting with patrick and collecting football stickers.There was no such thing as girlfriends and relationships, and there was no such thing as staying up till morning to finish journals or assignments (Bed time was 9pm!)but those days are long gone and it only exists as sweet memories which i would cherish for a long time.I will return to the UK one day. Not now, but soon.

soon =).

P/s: callumn, max,neel,joey,sasan,faisal,dinesh,neil,jaymini, deema, nissa and all my pals from Hendon prep school, i will find you guys one way or another.

The Sanctuary-28th May

This sem we were blessed with a timetable which gave us free thursdays, giving us the chance to go clubbing on wednesday night...we went to The Sanctuary located at The Curve, Damansara.

And yes, i had the honour to escort 5 lovely ladies to the club..Left to right, Brenda, Michelle, Phei Woon, Vivian and Angie

Still looking okay...the girls are sober.

Then came the bottle of Bacardi white..i remember phei woon being hesitant about not being able to finish one whole bottle as the girls werent heavy drinkers..haha..right..30 minutes later the bottle was drained.(Vivian was looking for somemore...)

me and Brenda..luckily you didnt do any of your wild behaviour that night brenda..hahaha!Not drunk enough i guess ;p

Group shot with the girls..I look like a bapa ayam man...

Hahaha..Vivian starting to get a little bit excited..

I actually danced! HAHA! Alcohol DOES help you let go of your inhibitions.

The party kicks into high gear..Angie and michelle looking quite drunk.
Vivian stoned! HAHAHA!!!!!

And they still deny being drunk. LOL! Angie looks totally wasted.

Im sorry vivian and michelle, but the evidence is overwhelming..you guys WERE DRUNk!hahahaha!!!

we all look so happeeeeee..hahahaha!

Here's some random pics from tht night

Well, overall it wasa great night..some perverts tried to take advantage of them but it was all under control because Me, Phei woon and Brenda were still sober..the short walk to the car was hilarious. We got lost on our way back to Brenda's house and Vivian puked by the roadside on LDP(outside kelana jaya station) LOL!! We arrived safely at the hostel by 4am.

It was worth staying up all night to complete my Biochemistry journals :D

Looking forward to going again soon..after the first batch of internal assesments are over i guess. Till then, hardwork and suffering is to be expected on a daily basis = ( Cheers!