This week was awfully boring. There's no work to start off with yet - yeah, we're lacking text books and lecture notes.

Ok, so maybe there isn't any motivation to study. I'm still more or less enjoying myself. It's kind of hard to actually sit myself down with a BIG book.

I'm continuously looking for more excuses to do more nonsense.

1. Blogging about how bored I am
2. Eat
3. Sleep
4. Read manga
5. Eat
6. Sleep
7. Talk
8. Sleep
9. Talk
10.Talk

I'm itching to play badminton. But I can't play here this week!!!! Now I'm missing Ken, Kathir and the rest - they were good sport. *wistful*

Went singing karaoke for the first time yesterday at Neway, Times Square, KL, Malaysia.
I surprised myself - I was BORED. Very sorry my best buddies...Probably I expected too much.
HAHA. Xin Tang got me too worked up...

The ride back to campus was "refreshing". I was squished flat onto the monorail sliding door like an insignificant bug. I was pressed and shoved on all sides and I had to stand on my toes. Yes, there isn't even enough space for me to plant both my feet on the floor to stand!

The funniest part was when I received a panic call from Xin Tang, asking where was I. The rest of them couldn't squeezed into the train. And I thought, no wonder I can't see Jwu Shyan's (he's super tall) head anywhere. Then I just HAD to chuckle all the way to sentral...I felt like I was treated like a helpless lost child. LOL.

The KTM ride back was even better. We hit rush hour. KTM became like a moving tin of human bodies.

The disadvantages of riding commuters at rush hour:

1. Feeling someone else's butt on yours
2. Sweltering in heat (it's amazing how a few dozens humans in a small commuter car can make such good space heaters, puts generators to shame)
3. Hair that smell to the high heavens
4. Bad breaths
5. Everyone standing are dangerous ten-pins (Once one falls, everyone falls - Newton's third law)
6. Amazingly insensitive irksome pests.

The moral of the story: Never travel at rush hour with pests.

I can't believe that time flies by SO FAST.

Now I'm sitting in my room in hostel, fingers flying over the keyboard, typing another boring post to kill time before bed time.

I really don't know what to do.

I can't believe my beautiful holidays are already over. I find myself back in the endless cycle of lectures and tutorials. SIGH. Life is simply too rigid.

The up side to this is, however, to reunite with my classmates cum friends. I was over the moon to see them again. I was bubbling with happiness. Ridzwan said he went river rafting...wow. That must have been FUN. I envy him. NOT that I would but it's really tempting...I've always wanted to...imagine the rush, the scare, the cooling spray of water.....SIGH. Yeah right, like I would.

Good thing I have Wednesday to look forward to. SIGH.

A few more days here and I'll explode.

Sis, thanks a lot for the blogskin. It's BEAUTIFUL. Took my breath away when I first saw it. Really. You're a wonder. I can understand now why you find the original an eyesore.

You're a GENIUS.

Forget about the stories for now...still no inspiration yet.

Have you ever feel frustrated because you know that you had a very important dream but you just cannot remember it?

I do.

Time and time again.

They are always nightmares. I can wake up panting, as if i just ran a 100 metre-sprint. There are times when my forehead and neck are drenched in cold sweat, my heart racing in my chest and I can feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins, feeling absolutely restless - but not knowing why.

I do not know how I knew I had a nightmare. I just know it - the breathlessness, the tears, the uncontrollable shivering and the fright. I am usually too scared to go back to the black slumber for fear of succumbing into whatever that was terrifying me in my sleep.

When i tried to recall the dream, i just couldn't. The more I tried, the more it slips away. It's almost like trying to hold water in your hands. the water just trickles away between your fingers. This frustrates me. Not that I want to remember the horror that terrorize my night rest. I was curious, somehow, what could it be so frightening that made my mind shy away from the memory of it, in an attempt to protect my sanity.

Sometimes it's not nightmares. Sometimes they are premonitions.

There are times when I felt my day was a deja vu when i realized I felt like I had dreamt it all before but I couldn't remember.

LOL. I think this post is way too serious. It just popped into my head.

Forgive me.

I think I'll start with a story sometime soon. That might be more entertaining... Please look forward to it! :)

Ciao! ~vern signing out

okay, i've this personal list of the top 10 best drivers that i know...

for those who's name is on the list - congratulations!!!! *applause*

for those who's not - too bad - try harder guys!

Drumroll please!!!!

1. My dad
2. Ken Hon (jangan perasan! u may be surpassed one day!)
3. Ethan
4. Jwu shyan
5. Ji Yung
6. Phei Veon
7. Tit Yee
8. Zhi Weng
9. Kein Yip (sorry loh, but i got too many jerks, wasn't comfortable)
10. Jin Tik

this list is subject to changes...XD


this is just something random....
sorry if this bores you...i'll find some topics of interest tml

until tml, ciao!