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New Beginnings

I shaved my head 2 days ago. A symbol of new starts. The last time I did it was just earlier in the year. That was in the face of 3 supplementary papers. Perhaps it's more significant now. I mentioned to the barber I wanted to have Brad Pitt's current look. He goes, "Who the hell is he?" *facepalm*. Of course I must admit I'm nowhere as good looking as said celebrity, but he pulls off a crew cut quite well. And he comes to mind rather quickly.

Estee and I had another good chat about stuff yesterday. I've come to realise that that even someone as beautiful and successful as her would have insecurities. I shouldn't be surprised but I am.

Have since applied for jobs that are in the nature of food delivery and drumroll.....a bouncing castle. I guess surrounding myself with kids is a good thing now. Will remind me of an era where things were much simpler.

I have since found out what a horrible jerk I am to this friend of mine. Fern's her name. I guess I have imposed standards on her while she's just out to have some fun. And who's to judge after what has happened to me. Hope you're reading this, I just wanted to say how sorry I am for treating you that badly without even realising it. Hopefully it's not too late to make amends. Heck, I think I'll buzz her sometime.

My glasses broke. They are suppose to break upon impact. Think Lego. Somehow they managed to break in a place at a certain joint. Just when one has everything figured out huh? Check them out anyway. www.click12.com

I've got all the excitement I need for a long time. Off for my assignments.

The writing's on the wall

I have heaps of people to thank. I reckon it's cos I've decided to come clean with my gambling addiction that's been plaguing me the past few months that I've come to realise how blessed I am with the people that surround me. Here we go...

We can always start with family. That's always a good start. Can't go wrong with them.

My sister is indeed a blessing. Just today I was curled up in fetal position and she just held me. When fear grips a person all you can do is freeze. While there wasn't anything horrendous like a knife-welding psycho in front of me, the debt that I'm facing is rather crippling (5k is rather overwhelming for a student). She prayed for me. I really couldn't ask for a better sister.

My aunt is another such angel. Now, it's the 5th one we're talkin about (have to specify,cos altogether have 4 aunts and 1 uncle.One would've thought Grandpa would've stopped after hitting a boy on the 4th go. I'm glad he didn't) I came bawling to her like the child that I was a couple of days ago. What else was i to do? I guess when one is totally lost that's all one can do. She calmed me down pretty quickly while instilling words of wisdom. What would I do without her?

Mom. At the time of writing, she doesn't know. But she will. I can't bear to break her heart but I guess honesty is always the better policy.

And then there are friends.

Mike Kip and James Lorimar. I called Mike when I realised how much crap I was in. When I came to church James was there and they provided the comfort that I needed. James even wanted to lend me some, no questions asked. Imagine asking no questions while lending money to a gambling addict. Some friends you can't do without.

Wen, Steph and Estee. 3 incredible angels who came along my way. Mentioned in the same vein but incredible in their own way. All of whom I can't thank enough. But let's try anyway....

Wen and I met in church back in Singapore. Even though it was more a mentor/mentee(methinks that's the word) relationship, it soon evolved into something more equal. Her move to Melbourne saw her grew leaps and bounds in sprituality. Over the years I've come to realise that it's her quiet and unassuming prescence that I appreciate. I guess if one were to have a best friend there would be many points in time to appreciate the silent and non-verbal communication.

I played the lost intern in April as previously mentioned and met with Steph. She's what one calls a bubbly beauty. Good fashion sense, as with most melbournians. She knew of my problem back in July and time and time again, I've disappointed her but she's still stuck by me. Gems like her are hard to come by. As random as things are, I'm glad that I met her that Autumn, even though she reminds me of the beginning of Spring.

Last but not least, there's Estee. Met her a couple of years back trying to pick up her friend. Said friend now has a restraining order against me but I'm glad she got to know the real me better. Called her yesterday and we had a nice chat about things. Even offered to help raise the money. A Gem, I swear. If you're reading this babe, I'm serious about that queue number.

Well folks, that's it. Thanks for all the encouragement. I'm looking forward to the new life ahead.

Saturday Musings

As I write, my dimly lit room is filled with various various ambient noises; the heater-fan whirring in the background, jay chou belting out his song Yi2 Lu4 Xiang4 Bei3 from the initial-D movie. I peer through the blinds the overcast sky greets me. I could jolly well lift the blinds but that would disturb the angel that's on my bed, so I leave it(and risk increasing my myopia). But I love her that much. After an exhausting night, I guess there isn't much point disturbing her beauty sleep as well.

Misleading isn't it? The exhausting night I had was due to sleeping on the floor on my newly bought sleeping bag and the angel in question is my dear sister. After 5 days of sleeping on the same single bed, she's had enough. Complaints include "You fart/snore/have bad breath/take up too much space. Nabeh lah, whole day kaopeh. But then again, she's actually preferred to sleeping on the floor than squeeze with me a couple of times. And who can blame her. It's not as if I'd wanna save space on the bed by spooning.

Spooning- now that's an art form. I haven't had much practice, but I've come to realise that guys have it tough while spooning. The classic position( guy behind girl with 1 arm underneath) is what one might call a tourniquet-in-motion.You hold her with that arm and it feels nice for all of 15 mins. If she falls asleep sooner that you do, you end up cursing and swearing. the arm can't be moved for fear of disturbing said babe-in arms, but at the same time one still wants his arm attached to body. But i guess to be able to hold a loved one like that, I really wouldn't be complaining.

Heading to Melborne in a couple of days time. Can't wait. Been there so many times but I guess it's the feeling of seeing familiar faces that perks me up. My sis deserves better shopping than the places offered by adelaide as well.

I'm that guy

Inspired by mercermachine via mrbrown

I'm the boy that fought off 10 boys in class back in primary 1.Bu4 da3 Bu4 xiang1 shi2, we're good friends that still keep in contact.

I'm the boy who got 8th in class in my 1st semester of Pri 1 and got so much flak for it that I think it still has major repercussions in my life.

I'm the boy who got caught spouting vulgarities by a passing teacher and thought the end of the world was coming.

I'm the awkward teen that would do anything to please.

I'm the teen who found a best friend back in 1993. Maybe it was cos he lived in my opposite block. Cheers Sammy

I'm the guy who had the good fortune to find a platonic best friend back in 2000. We've come a long way,Wen.

I'm the guy who discovered clothes worked for, not against you during my army days. Those early morning runs sure paid off.

I'm the guy who, upon knowing that your boyfriend cheated on you, went to your HDB estate to send you to work and lent you a shoulder to cry on the MRT.

I'm the guy who lost his 1st kiss last year.

I'm the guy who moped around for so long at a could-be relationship that a path of self-destruction was inevitable.

I'm the guy who went to see her, when it should be the other way round, after an exhausting half marathon.

I'm the guy who still thinks the world of her but realises that unrequited love means jack in a world like ours.

I'm the guy who could randomly chat people up in the weirdest of places. Sincereity counts in a day and age like ours.

I'm the guy who made a friend in Melbourne Uni this year by playing the lost/dumb intern.

I'm the guy who tried to put some copper jewellery in a sonicator to restore its shine when some brasso would do. Hey, given a choice ,wouldn't you wanna see if high frequency ultrasound waves could break off the oxide on copper better than plain old brasso? I thought so too, so don't judge.

I'm that guy who is every girl's best friend but can't seem to get a girlfriend of his own.

Chemistry 101

Wen told me that no girl could be that dense that she doesn't know it when someone is interested in her. Wrong! Limpeh kena twice! Lightning does strike twice, but only if you move.

Ever notice the pitch of a fire-engine siren becomes lower as it moves away and sharper as it approaches? It's known as the Doppler effect. I tend to place important things that are seemingly near with more importance than those that are far away. Those that are in-your-face, screaming "I'm here, don't see other place can?" And the important things that are far away just drift away. Out of sight, out of mind yah?

Spending the last 3 months in Melbourne was the best thing that could have happened in terms of my training. I'm just recovering from a cold and normally I'd be tempted to stay in. But it's so cold in Melbourne that Adelaide seems to be on the side of chilly, so I resumed training. Small step, only 5km, but its worth it. I will be ready come race day...

U had me at hello

name's Cornelius. decided to jump onto the blogging bandwagon because I can. Everything has yet to fall into place like they should, but when they do, I will feel a little less tulan. As a struggling scientist-to-be who struggles with his faith, jokes abound (So why Mel Gibson walk off the edge of the cliff? Easy-christians don't believe in Gravity. Nabeh lah, Quantum mech says an object has a probability of passing thru a barrier, limpeh try to shove a pole up yr backside see whether will pass thru or nt lah.)

Focus is the keyword. Have a half-marathon to run on Sept 11 in Sydney. Singapore's army half on the same day. Different feeling lah. SG run on BS bridge, Sydney run on sydney bridge. Need to cut down on the KFC, kiam cai char loti. The last one i run, this chao turtle by the name of kun, see this char bo in the race then try to chase. Then 3/4 way punchek lah. left 1/4 kao peh kao bu, say "limpeh cannot lah, don't want my 3 days off lah". CHAO TURBINE, 3 days off in SAF how important or not. Die die drag him to finishing line lah, then how!? in the end only left 10 mins before the cut off time. So this time round i'm doing it for myself.

there's this science museum in melb which i chanced upon. thru the exhibits i realised
1) I'll prob never be as fast as Cathy Freeman(lose to girl some more, tulan boh?)
2) its tough trying to throw a hollow plastic ball faster than 45mph
3) putting an egg in the microwave will result in a double explosion. 1st the shell,then the yolk.

Now u see why I struggle as a scientist? never curious enough to try this at home lah. maybe that's a good thing...