HILARIOUS!



-alexeO-

:O



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I think, in tandem with the International Day for Tolerance on Nov 16, I should work on this aspect I might have a little problem with.

Despite me having certain principles I hold onto, despite me clearly not agreeing with certain qualities people have, I am going to tolerate, and not let that affect my own happiness in life.

For too long, I have been swayed by others, I let my own happiness get depended unto them, and I feel discouraged when I see someone goes against what I constitute as basic human virtues.

I am not going to make it my concern anymore unless I am asked or required to. I always thought the best way to live life is to be as honest as possible with my emotions and just speak my mind every single time.

I realised that cannot be the way anymore because firstly, clearly not everyone appreciate my comments and secondly, they probably didn't deserve my time and effort in the first place anyway.

So I might feel uneasy with a certain person, heck, I might even hate being around that person, but I'm not going to let their contradictory ways get to me personally. Because I am going to tolerate.

There is only this much someone can change, and chances are, they probably wouldn't even appreciate your time and effort to begin with.

If they want to change, they would, eventually.

On a sidenote, I still don't know what I'm going to do after this year. And I still have my last exam ever in my life to sit for at the end of this week.

Hopefully I get my body clock fixed in time.



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So what we got out of Monash came in handy afterall. Haha.

Happy 21st Birthday Karina.



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Dear Eng Sze Jia,




While I do admit how I sometimes feel awkward when you occasionally tower over me,




While I do admit how I sometimes feel annoyed when you continue to smile widely even when I specifically told you not to,




While I do admit how I sometimes feel bewildered when 8/10 photos taken with flash you'd have your eyes wide shut,




They all become insignificant to what you can actually offer to the people around you. You know, I know lah.




Now to end with the epitome of cliche-ness, remember, "those who matter don't mind and those who mind don't matter."



Wishing you a very very happy 21st birthday.

Here's to epitome-ness, spawn-ness, epiphany-ness, reachedout-ness, and this incredibly geli-fying corny blog post.

Remember to invite me to your Korean-themed wedding with some Korean dude.





-alexeO-

As I was boarding the tram, two inspectors stepped out. One went back in immediately and tried to get a passenger, who was Asian and looked about my age to presumably follow the inspectors and step out of the tram. The moment I stepped foot on the tram, the Asian man started rushing out of it and attempted to make a run for it. The inspector got hold of the man's bag so he didn't get away. The tram then moved and three inspectors surrounding one particular defeated-looking Asian man was the last sight I saw at that stop.

Beside two giggling younger passengers, a medium-built man was draped in the Australian aboriginal flag standing on the tram's deck looking out of the automated folding doors in silence. "Telling me what to do in my own country.." I heard the man mumble. As I studied him interestingly, I learned that he spoke fluently and had a t-shirt on with the same flag - with the stripes and shape and colors - imprinted on it. He politely excused himself past me and took a seat behind me. All of a sudden, in a quieter than usual packed tram, the man suddenly raised his voice and spoke out in a more than audible tone, "white people, black people, the only race is the human race!" Unsurprisingly, the typical Melbourne tram filled with passengers from extremely diversed ethnic backgrounds started looking around for the source of the voice. Not only did the man didn't seem perturbed by the attention he suddenly received, he continued talking in what reminded me of some street preachers I saw before, but only this time about white people and races, I cannot really remember specifically. Right before I got off at my stop, he said something again to which I cannot recall unfortunately. But it was well-phrased and almost felt scripted, like it came out of a RPG game where you sometimes encounter characters muttering (or generating rather) random phrases and sentences on a consistent time-to-time basis.

A lady, seated not far from me, whom I noticed from before after the Asian man tried making a run and right before I overheard the random preaching man voicing his first statement was talking to a random passenger she did not know about spending 9 years jail-time or something along those lines when I first got on the tram. She was quiet as the man spoke.

Everyone was. All but the man and his echoing words.

A strange anecdote which occupied my mind throughout the whole walk home.



-alexeO-

February 13 2009, KLIA. The last time I stepped foot in Malaysia.

8 long months have passed since then. And in another two approximately, I would be back again. I cannot tell in words how much I am anticipating that day.

But at the same time, those same months in this new land have gave me so much and allowed me to experience even more. During my first two months here, I was certain that back home is where I would be heading after this particular episode comes to a close. Now, however, I cannot be as sure. 8 months seemed so short back home during all my years there but I'd never imagine how much can happen in that period of time when I'm here in Melbourne. And to think that I have another two to go.

As much as I'm missing home now, I know the day when I'm comfortably tugged under my bed back home in KL, I will be thinking so much of my year here that it shows the impossibility of the situation to make a decision without sacrificing one aspect of my life I really really cherish and hope to keep for a long long time.

Maybe I will someday eventually grow out of it, but of which do I choose to grow out of?

I don't think I'll ever make a choice till the last day. Someone, give me a reason.



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