My Funny Friend and Me

Ever wondered what it would be like eating just wasabi and scratching your groin, while falling freely into a deep canyon, on your wedding night?

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Well, I think thinking about leaving for another country alone, and leaving friends and family behind feels just like that.

Anyway, leaving for Singapore in 6 hours time. Firstly, I must say that chicken buffets do not disappoint. Seriously. Who knew that a simple fowl could provide so much joy? Not to mention that the poultry was bred by some dude named Hartz (Insert random name joke here).

At any rate, goodbyes are never easy. I will miss all my friends here in Malaysia alot, I would hardly be so torn up if they were all staying in the country. Alas, everybody is going everywhere else. Could be good really when i decide to tour the world on a penny and need places to bunk in at any point of the globe... but until then, staying apart hardly is healthy for the soul. A quick shout-out to Caleb, Shern, JW, Chee Lynn, WK, KW, Hehn, JJ, JS, Eric, Weng, Nicole, and the rest of PE1... All the best in your immediate and far futures. At the risk of alienating my high school friends, I must say that I have bonded really well and close to the people from my A-Levels class, and that is surprising indeed, considering the short timeframe. I have had lots of fun times with you guys, and it is to my immense satisfaction that the past year/two has taught me much as well...

Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps, for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are and what they ought to be.
- William Hazlitt

I mean, hugging is cool. Gay, but cool. I remember somebody telling me a longtime ago that intimate contact with sick people will get you sick. That does not make sense at all. Seriously, if touching a horny person gets you horny, couples all over the world wouldn't have marriage problems. Really.

On another sidenote, I wonder why people always talk about pigs flying. For the life of me, I have not ever seen a pig soaring, or floating in the air for that matter.

Before anybody makes any inane comments about eyelids, notice that I got to stand beside the girl. And I'm in the center of the photo. Hah!

Tsk.

J28

Ever wondered, while looking at the intricate tiles paving the floor of a particularly nice temple, what it would be like to fall down 30 storeys and land on an elephant tusk?

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Neither have I.


Anyway, had to pay a visit to my long-deceased grandfather at a temple today. Of course, he isn't really buried there, they merely have an ancestor-carved-wooden-block-thingy. This visit was part of the rites I was put through by my dad before I leave for Singapore, troublesome as it may be... did still put me through quite a thoughtful mood. The eight (was it eight? Can't really remember) big poles holding up the temple roof had posters stuck on them, each pole promoting a particular virtue. I looked at all the poles, I really did, but I couldn't find a single one advocating Sony. There was Chastity, and Honour, and Responsibility, and Whatnot, but there was no BMW! How saddening. It seems ancient Chinese Buddhist customs have their own brandnames.

Enough words, let's proceed with my beautifully taken photos of the temple...





If I actually had a camera with me at the time.

Tsk.

Edit (3.58PM) : I find wires very troublesome.