Thursday, June 25, 2009

Charle's Day Out

Wednesday was a very funny day.

Two aims were fulfilled on that day.

1) the answering of the question; Where is Jamie ah?

2) the entertainment of Charles Ng Chiun Min, depressed from inactivity and dormancy.

We went to Midvalley: Allyssa, Charles, I and Jamie

we saw 17 again and then went to Starbucks to chat, do you-know-who impersonations, and talk about the years to come, and to further fulfil the clauses of the Jamie-Lohsoh Agreement. No, the clause on throwing chemical models at old ladies was yet to be ratified in action, but i dare say we came close

It was a strange day. From the start of Ally and I coming up to Midvalley,

I recorded 9 times the enchanted question,

Eh, where is Jamie ah?

We even called her on phone finally and asked

Where are you ah?

Even up to where she was in sight, Ally asked once more

Where is Jamie ah?

And once or twice a message came from Charles that asked

Where is Jamie ah?


Clearly the question was answered She was right with us all along.

Mirrors the "you have to get lost to find yourself' tagline.

When after what 2 hours hogging the chairs of Starbucks Gardens, and spending 1 hour buying a book for the sake of buying one,

I bought Hanif kureishi's Buddha of Suburbia by the way, (amid stares of the three "oh yea the buddhist fanaticism thing :P)

But it's a book of literature a British book ( I like only British fiction, but both British and American non-fiction, the latter as a lighter more fun reading material, the former as more of an itellectual challenge- very complex reading habit)

It's a book that examines escapism from dysfunctionality ( that Mark haddon also pokes around with)

It uses such nice vocabulary as f*ck, prick and cum


enough said.

But after Jamie left and thus left us asking

Where is Jamie ahhh? again

Charles took over.


He led us on an eating spree first, practically shortgunning orders
in a Sushi restaurant at Gardens.

A sushi restaurant that charges Rm 12.90 for a slab of fish that can fit in your palm... :p


Then he transported us to an ice cream joint (cant remember the name)

Tried ALL the flavours

made the people working quite nervous that the used testing spoons bucket was filling up fast.

Thank God (PM 4's version or any other version in fact) he bought something.

To mask the embarassment, I and Ally bought also.

Entertaining Charles proved to be a very demanding task.

he then walked into the wine store which purpotedly gives free samples.

Fact: They did not.

Charles actually asked the person to give a tour around the shop: which was no bigger than any chicken rice shop you can find. He was waiting for the owner to offer him some good stuff.

Allyssa and I started laughing

which more or less eliminated all chance of us getting free booze.

The alcoholic he is, Charles, disappointed and wounded dragged us into Isetan Gardens,

where we had to sit on stools as tall as a 1 year old baby and play LEGO

For roughly one hour in which we built purposeless structures while Charles built a tower.

With a window to add to its tower-y glory.

A child was invited to play with his father

to which the child said.

Don't want.

Ok...

when it was time to go home, Charles almost relented saying "Wanna go for a drink?"

Seeing as Alyssa's stomach had reahed critical bursting pressure. Critical in bolded font.

WE pulled him to my car.

And my car was in deep shit.

The sewage tank just next to my car overflowed and there was the overwhelming smell of oh... how do you describe it?

HUMAN SHIT




So My poor Vasa Acini's tyre's and my feet and flip flops got bathed in liquid gold.


such Fun...






Wednesday, June 24, 2009

On Miss Yoong

Miss Yoong has a boyfriend:

Malcolm

PM4 wishes her every luck and happiness and is proud of the fact that

every teacher who teaches PM4 has had relationship luck when teaching us.

Miss Yap had us...

Miss Shoba got married

Miss Ko had a baby

Miss Ho had Daniel's blog

Mr Suresh had Ko Yan Rui

Mr Arivom threatened Poh Hui to kiss her to the maximum

Anyways we hope wedding bells will ring soon...

lol IMU people then can attend and then the overseas people will agonise at not being able to attend it

Muahahaha

Saturday, June 20, 2009

what defines us


Lol looks like i was biting tang shin yee's hair...

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Lowya Buluk at a loss for words

I cannot adequately sum up my emotions over the past one week, what more the past 18 months. I told myself that today, I must wake up early & write a detailed account of Redang on the class blog, & if time permits, my experience in PM4. I told myself that I will finish writing about Redang, before I head to Sarawak for 13 days & Redang becomes a secondary memory, no longer fresh in my mind. But the words fail me.

I have experienced this dilemma before, after my first PKTR. On one hand, there is such a full treasure trove of memories that must be recorded before they fall prey to the erosion of time & the fallibility of the human brain. But on the other hand is the unwillingness to do so, because the act of putting all those memories down in words would signify that yes, it has come to an end, & this is all we have left to remember it by. Which is the last thing I would ever want.

I don't feel sad. I am still unable to fully feel sad. I know I have been relatively more emo over the past week than I have ever been throughout the 18 months you guys have known me, & I apologize for leaving an emo picture of me as the last memory you would have of me in PM4, but it is not sadness I feel. Rather, it is nothingness, for lack of a better word to describe this state of limbo I am in, of wanting to linger in these moments a little while more, refusing to move on to the next stage of life.

Who am I kidding? As I write this, a few of us have already left Subang. I am loathe to go back there. What charm would the streets of SS15 hold anymore? Nothing but ghosts of a time when we used to walk from the main campus guardhouse to Madam Joyce's, laughing at whatever it was that had our attentions at that time. Faint imprints of 23 silhouettes in the classroom, poking fun at each other & exasperating our lecturers. Shadows in the corners of the rooms that used to house friendly faces, always welcoming a weary friend who just needed to rest. I envision myself back in Taylor's now, only to find buildings which represent empty husks of a life I once led. There is no more comfort or warmth in that place.

Our only hope now lies in three things: the Facebook group, this blog, & most importantly, the Book of Travelling Secrets. I pray with all my heart that these will always keep us connected, that the Book will actually work, that we will all still play our parts as PM4ians, because I refuse to allow this to become a mere memory of my life.

I cannot adequately sum up my emotions over the past one week. But I can adequately sum up my emotions now - writing this made me cry. I still am crying. & I don't know when I will stop.