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After a hiatus.

Seipokai is finally back!

This so called writer’s block of mind is seriously an understatement. So to kickstart things…

Finally I’m home. After spending two years in Kuching. Time spent was bitter sweet, some things went awry and in admist of being late for class, sleepness nights working on assignments and studying for examinations, I’ve made many friends. Most close and some even closer.

Had the most beer in a single seating…

Just the first tower…

Met one of the best guy (with ridiculously good looking hair that I always eye with jealousy) that saw me through the worst and best of my times.

You wait Dheem! I’ll be joining you there soon!

And of course

She is one of the best things that has happened to me. And I’m thankful for it.

After mom met Victoria…

Mom: She is a nice girl. Very pretty! how did you tackle your girlfren? How you cheat her???
Me: Dun say like that lah ma… no confidence with your own son meh???
Mom: Not confidence… but realistic mah… you so ugly. But your girlfren so pretty??? Got logic meh you say???
Me: Ngaiti~
Mom:You see!!! Her eyes so big… your eyes small-small…
Me: . . .
Mom:She have nose.. you dont have nose… etc~ etc~
Pa, Doris and Jessica laughing in the background…

There are many things I’ll miss in Kuching like the careless life, yum cha sessions and of course THESE BABIES:

Sitting down at McDonald’s and munching on these boooootifuulllll preeeecccciiiooouuuussss fries done to perfection!

I’ll definitely not miss the days of class timetable mix-ups…

After climbing four stories up to copy the wrong timetable

Pant Pant (Going back down four stories then rush all the way to the other side of college (Since I’m 20 mins late)
Me: A306… should be the right class… (Knocks… Open’s door and enter…)
Lecturer: … So the aspects of… (Stares at me in bewilderment) Who are you??
Me: err… this is CSCI 212 right?
Lecturer: This BMT 312… Business… Are you a business student?
Me:err no… (Confused and bewildered and just stares at my timetables)
Lecturer: Let me see your timetable… (Suddenly my lecturer opens the door!)
Me: Sir!
Sir: I knew I find students here… Alex its A308 not A306… Got typo sorry!

It is a widely known fact that people differ from one another. For instance, many people like this:

A lot of people feel that driving a brightly coloured car with ridiculous neons that makes Genting Highland look shy in comparison, exhaust pipes where you could easily fit in a watermelon, making a racket a half deaf 236 year old man could hear 400 miles away is what makes them cool, part of the ‘in’ crowd. Yob is more like it. ( Yob / Yobbo : British slang for what we locally call such people as ah bengs) Yobbish behaviour like this give the true automophiles a bad name. Instead of observing the quiet, dignified looks and the purity of old Mark II Jaguars, Aston Martin DB5’s, Lotus 7’s; we have people making beelines to the brightest and loudest japanese box. Conversations about cars used to be about the purity of the lines, how smooth the V8 sounds, the feel of the steering and how good body control is instead replaced by half baked technical talks about who has the highest amount of boost from the turbos and how fast the car reaches 4000km/h or how many million watts their sound systems are producing.

They say a man’s car is an extension to his private parts. So is it safe to say that those people driving green Nissan Skylines with blue neon lights underneath have green, neon lid penises making loud noises when they’re in bed?

I for one aren’t fond of brightly lid turbocharged japanese econoboxes with 747 wings strapped on the bonnet. Prefering the purity of British light weight sports cars or unassuming road rockets by the Germans or the ability of pure downright drama of Italian cars. Cars built for a reason, where engineering and passion was not spared. Cars that had soul and purity. Cars such as the BMW M5.

Quiet, dignified and having the ability to snap your neck into two with a simple flex of your right foot at your command. The M5 is one of Germany’s finest example automotive engineering, an epic engine with bottomless reserves of power, the finest handling, superb six-speed proper manual gearbox, fabulous brakes all dressed in a dignified, unassuming dress. Its like having Jet Li in a proper suit, cuffs, expensive watch..what not and yet when he wants to, he could kick you back to the dinosaur age.

Same goes with taste in fashion. I find many the locals here prefer to look like this:

or this:

And I for one think that its silly and prefer to look like this:

or this:

Most people will take my liking as primitive and unfashionable. Well I beg to differ really. I feel that personally advertising yourself with stupid clothing and stupid hairstyle rather uncultured really. Same goes with music as well. I prefer music that was written and sung with passion rather than manufactured just for sake of making a profit, that lot of so called artist Simon Cowell spits out. So naturally I do not like what’s played on public Chinese radio stations.

At times I do feel that much of the people here are rather uncultured and uncivilized. Lacking in humour. Belittling the bigger picture and concentrating in the little nuances of life. Such is trouble I have to go through on a daily basis. Life here lacks passion. Living is just for the sake of living. Materials becomes their passion. Life becomes and endless cycle to attain more worldly possessions and in process the finer things in life are forgotten. Pity really.