Yang Sik's Top 3 SOHAI moments in Manchester (by Misha)

1. You know how chinamen have their own way of saying 'fuck'? they dont say it like other normal human beings,they pronounce it like its spelled fak and say it like FAK!!! Ive never realised it before,until i arrived in manchester and my mom was here with me for the first few nights.We went out for lunch one day with dear yang sik,and my mom asked him "So how was ur journey here?"

YS : the flight was ok,then i had to take a cab to my hall,had to pay twenty pounds man!!

MOM: why didnt u sign up with the uni for the pick u p service?

YS : i did!! but when i got here,they werent around,i was like what the FAK!!

oh god.then we sat down for lunch.mom started talking about how lively the city was that weekend,the streets are packed with people,performers and entertainers everywhere u look.i said yea,they even have christians trying to convert the shoppers when they walk out of the stores!! did u see that just now?

YS: haih.all these christians.i didnt hear anything,u know me la,i just dont give a FAK!!

(moms a catholic btw.)

2. Yang sik and i were walking to the city,on the day of the big Man U vs ManCity match.

11.50 a.m:Bumped into my housemates Phillip and Cyril on the way...i asked where they were going,to the pub to catch the match they said.

YS : No la,its at midnight,why dont ya'll come watch it in the residence bar later tonight?

3. Harjun and i arrive in yang siks flat for dinner.He made pak cham kai,some vegetables and rice.Told us about how he cut his finger *pointed at large butcher knife 3 layers of plasters on his finger which the blood has already leaked through.

Halfway through dinner,his housemate joins us.I tell yang sik to stop slurping and chomping like a starved chinaman.he tells me to FAK off.i ask his housemate "isnt he disgusting?" his housemate replies "no...i think its ok for him to eat however he wants"

Yang Sik,jumps up from his seat and happily agrees *SNAPS FINGERS*

Bleeding starts again.

First Week in Manchester

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Highlights of the week

The first 2 days...

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Touched down in Manchester. Got off the plane, got stuck in the immigration for 2 hours. Why? To make sure we weren't here to commit terrorism. Then we proceeded to the next stage, and it was another 1 hour span in the health unit. Why? They thought every foreigner carries H1N1.

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Stepped out of the threshold of the airport, the very first thing I did: I lit up the first cig of the day, FINALLY, refreshed and rejuvenated once more. However, the Manchester airport collection weren't here to pick me up when they were supposed to be. Not a good start of the day.

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I moved into Noel's place, stayed in for a night before I moved into my place. It was all good until I got stuck in the toilet cubical for nearly half an hour. I didn't know what to do when I overlooked the fact that toilet in Europe countries does not come w the pipe water like the toilet in Malaysia, and there was no toilet paper. FML. After much deliberations, I finally decided to resort to the eye drop in my pocket. I've got no choice anyway.

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At last, I had settled into a new happy life, a dream come true.

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The next 2 days...

Freshers Week brochures were scattered all over the place. As I picked them up from the floor, I cant help but kept nodding and smiling. HAHAHA! Every brochure I've accumulated, none of them missed out the word 'PARTY'. AWESOME. No longer that I needa put up w my family, no longer that I'm constraint by curfew. This time, I'm going all out.

I didn't go to my own hall's party. Because at that time, there were only 2 china chinese man from my flat. I certainly didn't wanna be seen w them anytime anywhere and I didn't wanna do this alone. So I went to Misha's hall and participated in their events.

I wanted to have a 5 days straight clubbing marathon until one day this man asked me: Is Whitworth Park really that boring that you always come here?

The following days...

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I'm supposed to be out for a foam party.

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But I chose to quarantine myself in the room. Because I am too sexy for foams. Also I didn't wanna be seemed as, the loser who flocks to his gf (everyone thinks Misha is my gf) all the time, because he is an unwelcome guest in his own hall.

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Lately I'm kinda depressed because not only I've failed to keep my 5 days clubbing streak, I have not been going out at all. Sigh. My flatmates are either not cool enough to hang out w me, or too cool that they already have their own clique and I barely see them in the flat so I can hardly plan anything w them.

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Hope everything will look up soon.

take care people!

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I've got a text from my mom. She said if I dont return the car in one hour she will call all my friends one by one. so if you received a call from my mom, kindly just press the red button. SOrry for all the trouble.

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FML II

It's my last 3 days in Malaysia.

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Today, Misha passed me 3 pairs of heels, in the hopes of me helping her to bring them over to UK because her suit case is already overloaded, and I have weight allowance up to 40kg.

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My mom blew in. Unscrupulously asking me why should I condescend to be someone else's porter.

The fight was getting intense. She snatched one of the heels, in the attempt of breaking them. I was trying to stop her. She smacked my forehead with the heels.

My forehead cracked open bleeding profusely.

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I ran away to Sean's, w a new scar on my body, so as my previous scars cause by the same issue. I tasted the blood streamed down to my mouth, only to remind me the ugly fact that this is what i get for turning down my closest friends because i want to spend the remainign days w my family.

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I told them, thou I never liked staying w my family, they are still an integral part of my life and i want to spend my last few days w them. AFter all, family is still family. And I was NAIVELY thinking that they would treat me a lil bit better than usual. Izit a lot to ask from a son who's about to leave for UK for the next 2 years?!

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It's my fucking last 3 days in Malaysia, and here I am, weeping over the wrong reason.

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4am. I went home, sneaked into my room, to find my room in a complete shambles. My flight tickets went missing. My fixed deposits were not at the desinagted place. I dont know what to do.---

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The Mayonnaise Jar

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When things in your life seem, Almost too much to handle,
When 24 Hours in a day is not enough,
Remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.

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A professor stood before his philosophy class
And had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly,
He picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar
And proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

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He then asked the students, If the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.

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The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured
them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls.

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He then asked The students again
If the jar was full.. They agreed it was.

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The professor next picked up a box of sand
And poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded
With an unanimous 'yes.'

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The professor then produced Two cups of coffee from under the table
And poured the entire contents Into the jar, effectively
Filling the Empty space between the sand.
The students laughed.

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'Now,' said the professor, As the laughter subsided,
'I want you to recognize that This jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things - God, family,
children, health, Friends, and Favorite passions –
Things that if everything else was lost
And only they remained, Your life would still be full.

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The pebbles are the other things that matter Like your job, house, and car.

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The sand is everything else --
The small stuff.

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'If you put the sand into the jar first,' He continued,
'there is no room for The pebbles or the golf balls.
The same goes for life.

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If you spend all your time And energy on the small stuff,
You will never have room for The things that are
Important to you.

So...

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Pay attention to the things That are critical to your happiness.
Play With your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.

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There will always be time
To clean the house and fix the disposal.
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'Take care of the golf balls first --
The things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'

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One of the students raised her hand
And inquired what the coffee represented.

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The professor smiled.
'I'm glad you asked'.

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It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem,
there's always room for A couple of cups of coffee with a friend.'

FML 7.5, minus 4

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On the 15th of August, Saturday night, I was at Maison w my usual clique. I did what I do best w my manhood, my game was slick and I successfully picked up a 7.5 hot chick.
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We were happily texting each other and shit, and the following week, we scheduled a meet up on Monday night at Sunway Pyramid.
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When I arrived at Sunway Pyramid, I buzzed her.

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Me: Hey where you at?
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7.5: I’m at Kim Gary. You are checking out the movies showtime right? I’m coming now.
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Me: No, no. Stay there I’ll come up to you.

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So I dashed like sonic. But when I hit Parkson, I slowed down, deliberately walked my way to Kim Gary in a cool + steady demeanor so I won’t came off seeming desperate. As I stepped outside of Parkson, I looked around but I don’t see her presence. So I gave her another buzz.

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Me: I’m at Kim Gary already but I don’t see you…
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And then all of sudden, one blue creature popped up in front of my face, waving merrily at me w her cell phone held high up beside her ears. At that very moment, my initial skyrocketed expectation has quickly taken a massive nosedive. FUCK! I wished I could duck behind those nearby ATM machines and become invisible man! But I realized I wouldn't make it in time and I was the only guy there who was also talking on the phone. At that point I really just want to tell her “Hey, let’s just call it a night la’ and fuck off. But I know it couldn’t be helped. FML
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So the whole night I was spending my quality time w a lousy 3.5. I asked her,

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Me: Have you had your dinner yet?
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3.5: Yeap. You?
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Me: (Thank God) Yea. Shall we get a drink first?
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3.5: Ok lahh. Up to you lohh. But I tell iu first ar, I don’t like sweet drinks wan leh, especially coke ar…sprite ar… soft drinks la!
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Me: …
I wanted to bring her to McD.
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Fuck la. Now the only places left are those really classy ones like TGIF, Italiannies, Zanmai and blah. And after all the toing and froing, we ended up in Tony Roma’s. @#$#$%^*&*&$
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We sat down. I really just want to order iced kosong and get it done w. But I didn’t want to look like a cheapo, especially in front of the workers here because I might need to bring some Real hot chick here someday. So I ordered an average iced lemon tea. She ordered a freaking luxurious Pina Corlada shit that she enjoyed avidly w/o a pain. Bugger. I don’t really remember the name, but I do remember that she also avidly associated me w a bill worth of 25 bucks. KANINEH!
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If there’s one thing I learnt in life, it would be to always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them. So I asked her nicely.
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Me: This is actually very sweet. How do you like it?
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3.5: It’s veli nice leh!
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Me: You said u don’t like anything sweet soft drinks right? Then do you drink it pure in the clubs?
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3.5: Aiya! Clubbing different ma!
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Me: (@#@#$%^^&&)
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In the table, she was aggravating the situation by waffling about how I made a better night for her in Maison. Fucking adding salt to my wound.
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As a student who studies Economics, it would be a shame if I achieved Allocation Inefficiency, a situation in which resources are inefficiently allocated, which will then result in complete resources redundancies. I’m not going to invest my money inefficiently on something that I don’t even want to admit knowing.

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I know I have to do something about it. I know, right there and then, that I have to devise some kind of genius plan to avoid further severe damage on my wallet.
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Me: You know what? We shouldn’t watch The Proposal. Since you already watched it before and it would be very selfish of me to ask you to watch it again.
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By the lack of understanding, this bitch thought I was actually being considerate.
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3.5: Oh! It’s ok! I don’t mind watching it again w iu! The show is veli nice also ma!
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Me: But it will bore you! No one laughs at the same jokes after the second time!
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3.5: HAHA! Why iu sooo farnie wan? I wont feel boring wan la! I say it’s ok lok haiyo.
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Attempt failed. I tried to make myself feel better by looking on the brighter side; at least I don’t have to endure the sight of her for 1 and a half hour.
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So at TGV, thanks to the motherfucker who asked me whether I want to get a couple seat anot, I spent extra 24 bucks on the tickets. After that I just pretended that the popcorn shop doesn’t exist and quickly strutted past it. But still, my heart was bleeding profusely over the freaking couple seat tickets. I also feel degraded being seen as her lover. Anyhow, things were finally starting to look up a lil bit.
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Firstly, the partition was down. Meaning there will be something in between us to prevent her from taking advantage of me, and I didn’t have to reciprocate if she wants to get physical w me.
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Secondly, my frustration was partially superseded when another couple came in and sat beside us.
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Scenario 1
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Girl 7: Can I put my drinks here?
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Me: But I scared I might accidentally steal it and drink it.
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Girl 7: Haha!
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Me: You know what? Go ahead, but you have to let me rest my elbow here later in the movie ok?
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Girl 7: Haha sure!

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Scenario 2
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The movie started. About half an hour later, I saw her resting her elbow on the partition. So I placed my elbow there and intentionally touched hers, and then pulled it back.


Me: (Sorry!)
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Girl 7: (It’s ok!)
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Me: (giggles*)
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Girl 7: (giggles*)
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Scenario 3
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This time, our elbows were already touching, our body slightly leaning towards each other, and our knees collided occasionally, under our dates’ noses.
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I was dying to get a number closed from her because it was an unprecedented event, I mean, how often do you get a chick that would conspire w you against her boyfriend who’s in thee cinema watching a movie w her? And the things that are most fun to do, are those that you shouldn’t be doing. I'm pretty sure that she is taking the bait, but to ascertain that I’m not being perasan, I pulled of this test.
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I waited for a scene that is not funny at all, and I chuckled. She followed up w laughter. Indicator of interest.

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But in the end, I sat there and did nothing. I did not know how to pull off that kind of number close. Sean said I should have just passed my phone to her secretly. Damnit.
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After the movie, I sent her back and wished her goodnight. Hung out w Sean after that to let him laugh his ass off at my face. FML
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So, what did I get that night? A goodbye hug along w her stank ass breath, a text from her and a lesson. Her text was: Hey..thanks for the movie..i’m glad that we had a great outing 2day. Although we din talk much. R u the shy type that’s y u din talk much? Or I’m not ur type so u din talk much.. hehe..kidding la. Take it easy. Anyway. Thanks. Nite.

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I answered the formal.
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And what did I learn from that night’s lesson? Always bring a torch light to club for precautionary measure.
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NEXT POST : THE GAME

PS: Sean you better contribute

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Sometimes, I feel that this blog is becoming a responsibility.


Everytime when I go online, I never fail to check its hit counter, and will try to keep it rolling by utilizing all my brain juice conjuring up inspirations.

and Maybe,


If I never knew people visit my blog on a regular daily basis
If I never knew people love my blog so much
If I never knew I was this popular


Life could be a lot easier, isn't it.


Ignorance is indeed bliss eh.
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Google Images: motivational. You'll be amazed

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Why i dont see a point in being nice anymore

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When young, I was taught to be nice to people. But as I grow up, what I see from every aspects of life are suggesting otherwise. At the very least, I think, we should choose wisely of whom we accommodate. And up to a certain point, we should pull back and have them to qualify themselves for our trust, before everything is taken for granted.

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I mean, don’t be naïve and comfort yourself with the wishful thought that people would treat you the same way as you treated them. Yes. What goes around comes around, but it wouldn’t be of the same measure. Say, you land a punch on someone’s face. If you think you are just going to receive a punch, then you are really stupid.

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Let’s look at a bigger picture.

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The other day, I was hanging out w my older friends over a couple of beers at Taman Tun Plaza. Not long after that when the alcohol was taking its effect, everyone started moping about their work.

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One brooded about how his colleague forsook their friendship and stole his effort to his own credit.

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One stewed over how best friends turn against you for their own career benefit.

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Another even fretted over the loss of his job due to economy recession.

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It was in that very moment, I learnt that in a crisis, everyone practice ‘every man for themselves’ policy. I realized what I learnt in sociology, a characteristic called ‘capitalism’, is within all of us after all, that, we live to our own personal interest and have less concern about the welfare of others.

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What is happening around this world is that, companies which used to make huge profits with the help of their employees were not prepared to ride through the bad times of crisis with the employees. They are not obliged to fork out their earnings to support them who one way or another, devoted to their jobs and contributed to the company. Instead they retrenched them as a cost cutting measure to prevent making further losses.

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Thing is, we do not always get back our fair share of treatment. Though I loathe admitting it, the world is not as nice/kind as you think it is.

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I’m no Mr. Nice Guy. Don’t blame me for that, blame the world which makes me that way.

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Why ar?

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They say, advice is what you look for when you already knew what to do but wished you didn’t.

Maybe, you already knew the right thing to do.

But some part of you constantly deceiving yourself into thinking that the situation would turn around one day.

Maybe you were just too afraid to accept the fact.

The fact that everytime when you think about it, you’d anticipate that you’ll most likely never to be together in the long run.

Maybe, there always has been a lil knowledge behind, after all.

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Everytime you say,

This time I will not fall in love deeply

I’m not giving him all the love and yearnings in the world

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Everytime you say,

This time I’m going to get over it and move right on

I will never fall in love the same way twice

But at the end, when he started showing the slightest of attention, you relapsed and you find yourself willing to give him your life again, in your right senses that he does not deserve it at all.

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Why?

Why are we still willing to indulge ourselves in something that we clearly know it would not come to fruition?

Why is that us being the most intelligent being on this planet, we sometimes just seem so insensible?

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Cinderella walked on broken glass, Sleeping beauty let a whole lifetime pass waiting for the right one, and Ariel walked on land in pursuit of her love and happiness. I believe these characters in fairy tales, they do understand the circumstances of their decisions. They may risk ending up with nothing at all. But I guess when you are truly into someone, the destination is rather irrelevant. And no matter how it may turns out in the end, at the very least, they could hold their head up and walk out with no regrets. Because they know they did their best.

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Harvard Referencing made