Love

Many people have the misconception that I’m from a rich family. Well let me tell you now, I’m not. I’m poorer than you. When I say this I’m really not trying to portray modesty. I mean it when I say it.

My dad had a major setback in his career and is now at the verge of bankruptcy. My mom is currently trying to make a living for the family by running a hawker stall in a Chinese food-court.

When I was in the car w my mom on the way to the food-court, I asked,

YgGuo: ‘Mi, how much are you earning from this?’

Mother: ‘About 150 to 200 ringgit a day?’

200 Ringgit. That’s 9 hours of toil and sweat from a loving mother in exchange for granting her son a meal at any decent Chinese restaurant in the UK.

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The other day I sat down at my desk thinking of writing to my family to tell them how much I love them. Instead, I thought of how each and every one of them has detached themselves from all sorts of luxuries to support my living expenses in the UK.

Not surprisingly, I winded up being overwhelmed by just how much they love me.

It’s so easy to talk about love, but how many of us have really put forth the effort to weld those words together as we speak of love? I can’t remember when the last time I did something nice for my family was. I was too young to comprehend their subtle ways of loving me. They never told me how much trouble it was to look after me.

Mother Teresa once said, ‘The success of love is not in the result of loving but to want the best for the other person.’ That’s indisputably true. Despite my previous relationships have been ultimate failures, my devotion to my exes has accorded me a different kind of happiness. It has once meant something to someone.

No wonder we are all screwed up. We let people into our deepest core and allow them to uncover our true selves for the sheer thought of being someone’s someone.

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Once I caught a glimpse of my mom from my car squatting by the roadside while washing some dirty dishes. After parking my car I quickly got down and offered to help. However, she flatly rejected my offer and said,

‘You’d stink.’

And proceeded to cook me a nice bowl of fish ball noodles w additional ingredients in it. In that split moment, my heart cracked.

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Love manifests parents who forgo their sleep to look after their kids; lovers who send cards to express their affection; friends who stand by each other during bad times. However all of them have no intrinsic value at all as love cannot be measured.

Whether it’s a love card sent from another continent or a simple morning text the value lies in the fact that we all look beyond our own needs and welfare to look out for others whom we cherish. After all, love inspires us to better ourselves in every way to provide for those we love.

I am truly amazed at what love can do. I am amazed at how much I’ve grown under their perpetual love, how much I’ve changed from a rebel against my family to a loving son.

I am eager to find love. I cant wait to show someone the love I have inside of me.

And, to make that person feel happy.

英国的天气，一点也不讨人喜欢。

有时候我在想，我又不是特别欣赏这里的洋人，就算申请到工作，是不是真的就要委屈自己在这儿活受罪。

今年目前为止，和我关系最好的还是一个香港人。有一次在他冲凉的时候，我偷掉他的毛巾来给自己买时间吃他从 sainsbury 买回来的饼干，我告诉他没有吃到3块以上物不归还。

今年跟我同居的洋人比去年多，可是真的， 今年我的洋人朋友反而没有去年的多。想想去年，我还到酒吧打工来认识多一些洋人。因为那时候我觉得，你来英国，就是要认识英国人见识他们的文化等等。

可是现在我觉得去年的我在吃大便。

今年我真的不吊那些洋鬼。Boo 讲得很对，如果你不喝酒你一定交不到洋人朋友。人跟鬼，根本就是两个不同世界的动物，不要讲喝酒，就是旅行、饮食、话题等等根本就恰恰不合嘛！(千万不要跟洋鬼旅行！！）

在英国，只要你超会喝酒，会干蠢事，你就会是首选的 ‘好’ 朋友。

我讲的蠢事不是只限于在大庭广众小解之类的事。我讲的蠢事包融了在 dance floor打飞机，在巴士上打架，把自己的脚摔断之类的事。

我爱喝酒，可是偷毛巾也很好玩啊！一定要喝酒的咩？

Happy 21st =]

If life is like a race, at the age of 21, when arrive at the pit stop, expecting refueling and tires change, the mechanics would tell you, ‘You’ve watched us long enough, now do it on your own.’

The point is simple. After 21 years of being sheltered, it’s time to start taking matters into your own hands.

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Despite months of anticipation, when the big 2-1 is finally here, it still came as a shock to me, like omg dude, I’m fucking 21.

Considering the leaps and bounds that I’ve made, I’m glad that I did not choose the less travelled route. For English is finally getting into my stride, though I still can’t speak very well. No more spindly arms and legs. Still full of crap, but no longer the target for clique discrimination.

At the very least, I’m content with the person I have turned out to be.

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For some odd reason, however, at times I still feel like I have not changed at all, exemplified by numerous distraught nights I spent on self pity indulgences like looking at old pictures, watching a sad movie, or calling an ex, leaving me pretty little time for anything productive. And most of the times really, I don’t know what I’m depressed about.

Especially after a long day of work, or after a massive event, when I get home, I have a tendency to snap.

Perhaps it’s because what I set out to be was distinctly different from whom I really am. I’m not totally cut out for this. I like the feeling of these cognitive emotions, such as sorrow and love. And while I suppress this sentiment as I clamber my way up to my goals, increasingly, I’d miss these sentimentalities, and it’s harder to fend off each time. The further I wander off my comfort zone, the more I desire to dwell in it.

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True, it’d be so much easier to just turn a blind eye to this matter. After all, it’s me being myself, reminiscing about what I’ve been through, where I came from and whom I used to be. I could just lay back and trap myself in oblivion, regarding issues that revolve around me, or drink a coffee during the economic crisis and be totally comfortable w myself.

But looking back 5 years from now, will I love myself for taking the easy route? No I won’t. I know better than anyone that I’m holding onto what I should have let go of long ago, and it needs to be rectified, as being 21 year old means no room for such meaningless course.

No room for any weakness.

11) And the best way to stop feeling sad, is to keep yourself busy.

My Top 10 Commandments

1) You can't please everyone. Do what you need to do to be happy, and don't be bothered at all by those who disagree w your actions.

2) You can't change a person, but a person can change, for you.

3) The things you do may have little significance, but it is important that you do it.

4) Never blame your groupmates for their incompetence. Because being a good team player would also mean coping well w your groupmates' mental retardation.

5) The availability of your friends, your loved ones, even your blackberry, is never perpetual. In the end of the day, you have only yourself to count on, and it would always be the best resort.

6) If you don't have anything nice to say, keep your mouth shut.

7) You can't expect more from others, but you should always give more than their expectation. Never find yourself in any form of relationship debt.

8) Where you stand in anyone's life, is in accordance to how far you are willing to go for them.

9) Do a lot of self improvement. Not only you'd obtain confidence, when people attempt to fuck you over, you'd be primed to fuck them back.

10) The question isn't about who is going to let you, but who's going to stop you. - Ayn Rand. If you aren't comfortable w this attitude, it's hard to be awesome =] .

One of the most hated facebook users

I was using facebook.

I saw this chick, seemingly quite chun. And so I clicked on her profile.

Bio	♥ ♥ ♥ If u knw me plz give me a msg to my inbox so that i will approve u..if nt i will ignore ya..sorry for the trouble-ing my Friend ...♥ i wont approve those who i really dont knw at all..apologize here..♥

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What are you trying to tell people?

♥♥Kindly submit a more formal petition that is by facebook message so I can ascertain that you really know me ♥♥♥. Follow this procedure or sorry la ok I will ignore you because you know, I'm a fucking bimbo ♥♥. I will not approve any acquaintances because they don't deserve to be tortured by my bimboticness. I hereby saying sorry for my bimboticness ♥

I hope I will bump into you somewhere.

Because

You'll make my day. And probably my night. I can count on your

stupidity.

=]

Manchester Pride

Shaddup. Manchester is the best.

I love Manchester so much that I decided to fail my exam on purpose, just so I could travel back to the UK in August.

To witness this particular event exclusive to Manchester.

Manchester Pride is an annual lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) festival, traditionally held over the August Bank Holiday weekend celebration held in the city of Manchester, United Kingdom.

It is one of the longest running in the country and attracts thousands of visitors to the city's Gay Village, which centres around Canal Street, each year. The event comprises a Pride march, and several days of various arts, music and cultural events all over the city as well as a festival during the August bank holiday weekend within the gay village itself.

I went w a friend, Noel who also decided to fail his exam on purpose.

We were half an hour earlier before the event started, yet the venue was already swamped w many people.

The event kicked off w Gandalf leading at the front row. But I did not take pic of him because obviously I did not expect him to be there at all as I had no fucking clue that Gandalf was gay until Noel told me.

Holy fuck.

Instead, I was expecting Lady Gaga.

But no, she didn't show up.

I laughed my ass off when I saw this one.

Air Asia stewardesses! Ha!

Rainbow flag representing Gaypride.

At the end of the day, they passed all the gay symptoms to me. I talked dirty w Noel the whole night.

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我在讲废话

也许我的英文谈吐能力太强

或许是我的皮肤太白

很多人都以为我是香蕉人

可是当我说我是个鸡那伯

你一定要相信我

因为

就连我的iTunes，有很多很多

都是你不会听过的华语歌曲

我不喜欢被认为是香蕉人

因为

当你的中文造诣明明就高人一筹

某个鸡败却没有由来地叫你 banana

你是不是会被炸到

所以为了避免误解

我特地把头发染了很啦啦的颜色

当然

我还是会被人指指点点

‘Look at that Dvd seller'

这样反而更好

因为当这些看扁你的人跟你说话时

你只需一开口

你的谈吐将把他们击得无地自容

这种感觉很爽

因为到最后

不管他人对你有什么印象

最重要是你怎样看你自己

BIGGEST BITCH SLAP ON THE FACE.

I always think you are beautiful.

And honestly, when I heard you got a new boyfriend, it still hurt a lil bit inside.

Then I went to your facebook.

Because I wanted to know who's this lucky guy

who has been so competent to win your heart over

and I was anticipating...

He must have a magnificent car that I do not own. You always

have a thing for sports car.

He must have a lucrative career, if not, an impressive academic

qualification to which I do not have.

Or, at the very least, he must be drop dead gorgeous.

And then I stumbled upon this dude.

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My initial thought was, damn, stalkers nowadays are really hideous.

I wonder to myself, does this stalker really think he looks damn yeng here?

Also, I felt really bad for him.

(For it's the saddest thing on earth not knowing that the people who you think envy you are in actuality, think you are a complete fucktard)

Out of curiosity, I clicked on his page, to understand how this

Chinese Frankenstein can fit into normal human's circle...

And then I stumbled upon this pic,

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And I was like,

whoah Chinese Frankenstein, trying to get some lovin' too huh?

chuckled*

Then suddenly, something occurred to me.

'No no no no no no, ygsik, no no no no no no.... It can't be him...' my senses told me,

'She's not like that.'

I continued to the next page.

STUNNED.

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Turned out I thought too highly of you.

My eyes dilated. My breathing stopped.

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To tell you the truth, when I saw this picture, I was FURIOUS.

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Seriously honey, WHAT THE FUCK?

You left me for a fucking midget?!?!?!?

who smokes MENTHOL?

But a few minutes later, I started ROLLING ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING MY ASS OFF.

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I really don't know what to say, love. But you can tell your Frankenstein boyfriend

NOT TO WORRY.

Because I wont be chasing after you.

Your attractiveness has just taken a nosedive to zero.

And after this post, if you and your Frankenstein boyfriend intend to come after me like your previous ex boyfriend, you know exactly how to find me.

But on the safe side, please make a mental note to yourselves,

I have Van Helsing. HAHA!