my work/study area, a mishmash of odds and ends, a melange, a gallimaufry..... I'll miss it.

my dumbell, and the phone that doesn't work anymore (right under the curtain)

my shoes, which i leave anywhere that my feet happen to leave them

The time has finally come to move out.

I've gotten so attached to this room. It's my confidant, my friend, my fortress of solitude, my batcave.

Now as I'm stuffing my bags full of stuff I didn't know I still had (oh, so that's where my other sock was! etc.)

I don't know how you can describe the feeling of packing, it's like systematically deconstructing your identity, without realising it, my room has become an extension of personality, a part of how i define myself.

Restoring my room to its pristine state is like tearing down part of my life. I just can't continue writing.

This post is dedicated to the memory of my room, may you never have to be neat again.

Living in a hall can be fun, or it can suck.
usually it lies in between the thwo extremes, but tends to swing to the sucky side a bit too much for my liking.

One of the things you can't control is the people you live with.

Just at dinner today, the guy living in the room next to me runs out and asks me to help him remove a bug in his room.

picture this, a guy in his early 20s, needing help to remove a bug, an insect not even a quarter of a tenth of a hundreth his size.

turned out the bug wasn't even poisonous, just a leafhopper that got in by mistake (to a room on the 5th floor! no less, must have been a really high jump for a leafhopper)

oh, did i mention he was studying environmental science?
and that he mentioned that he did a vivisection of a grasshopper just the day before?

forget women, i'll never even understand men......

seriously.

wow, 3 months just flew by.

i haven't been committed to updating this blog, hence the dearth of posts.
it's not that i have nothing to blog about, rather i have too much to feel, too much to think about, but not enough resolution to put finger to keyboard to document my thoughts.
what a loss for posterity huh?


speaking of resolution, youtube now supports HD uploads of videos, and it just so happens i joined a TV club that makes movies.
we don't have the equipment to shoot in HD yet (come on, student outfit what)
but animation is another story altogether.

this is an animation i spent about 20 hours on, it's our opening credits, kinda like the ones you see whenever you see a film by 20th century fox or dreamworks.
yet for all the time i put in (20 hours, i'll be mentioning this figure for some time to come)
the final product is only 30 seconds long.

20 hours=30 seconds.
how does that even equate?

so anyway, bringing up that point about youtube being able to display HD videos now, i uploaded it to youtube for your viewing pleasure!
in HD!
remember to watch in HD, doesn't look good in low resolution.


please tell me what you think in the comments.


btw
this is a good indication of what i'm doing with my time for those of you interested in such things.

what my room looks like on laundry day.

costs $4 per load >0<

just me looking like a complete fool for the camera

i'm much more yeng in real life

yeah

see what i mean

where i spend most of my time

too lazy to write more, and i'm getting sick of how idiotically difficult it is to upload images with blogger. may consider moving the whole thing to another platform.

oh the 'well built' guy below is the vice chancellor. yay

exhaustion

why would i be at an alumni dinner when i haven't even entered university?
good question.

too bad i don't have an answer.......

well anyway, in case you can't tell, there is a very big disparity in the ages of the alumni gathered here.

in the early days, it seems that hong kong uni had almost 50 percent malaysian students.
and the fees were like 300 ringgit.
and they had butlers, who shined their shoes etc etc etc

but, at one point hong kong uni stopped admitting international students.

only around 1995 did they start taking in malaysian students again.
so there was this old guard, who saw their numbers dwindling, waiting for new alumni to join the club.
which is part of the reason i had a chance to attend the dinner at all.....



the chairman, tan sri samuel kam is 91. graduated in 1938 (i think, can't really remember). kids, history lesson, that's before the second world war. heck, tis before even the third world war....

most of the alumni there have grandkids.
not just grandkids, grandkids that are older than me.
i positively feel like a baby next to them.....

but still they're all as hale and hearty as you could expect them to be.
when that age you reach, look as good as them, you will not.

props to benedict, the secretary (80 years old. wow) for organising such a successful dinner.

oh! the dinner.
food was okay (we were at the takakura japanese restaurant)
standard fare really.

starters was baby octopi.
followed by tempura.
followed by grilled mackerel.
followed by rice, miso soup, ginger stir fried beef.
then dessert was some kind of ice cream wrapped in a pastry.

but there was one waitress i just could not take my eyes off.
she looked so demure in her kimono.......
wow!
hot stuff...
i'm definitely going back just to get her number XD