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Friday, September 25, 2009

WOOOTS!

My life has been rather interesting, especially for the past 2 weeks. It was hell lots of fun, and I've been experiencing new experiences all the way. I even managed to make a boring lecture, interesting.

Let me start from what happened last last thursday, during Project Work lecture. My class had no lecture notes at all, and all we did was to stare blankly at the projector screen, or in other words - stoning, throughout the whole lecture. We were seated quietly listening to the lecturer cracking cold jokes, and boy was it boring. I then managed to find a piece of scrap paper, and started doodling. Actually, not really doodling, but drawing. Here's my art piece.





I started drawing Gary and Shazrina then added the "Mao". We find it sorta interesting, yet at the same time amusing and so, I started drawing Spongebob and she help along with his clothings because I did not have a clue to how his squarish clothings looked like. And that was our product with a "Ta-ah". I know, his hands and shoes look retarded.

Lster, I passed on the picture to Hafiz, and this was how the picture came back. Good imagination uhhh!



There's something really entertaining going on in my class. The entertaining thing that is going on in my class now in my class is that my classmates, especially Benjamin and Tuan Qi are crazy over PI. Yes, PI. 22 over 7 that PI. 3.14159265 ... Yes, that PI. Guess what they are doing? I bet you guessed it correctly, they are trying to remember the numbers in PI and so far, Benjamin has memorized 120 numbers from PI. Look at his work! He even wrote the numbers out in Chinese characters!



Tuan Qi is even better, he created a facebook group called, "Let's recite PI". Double click on this picture to have a better view of his introduction.



It was full of crap, but nonetheless, it made sense.

I spent my weekends, rather unproductive, but interesting.

Mum had the tickets to the F1 Grand Prix 2009 and so, she brought us there. The whole atmosphere of the area was really cool. I was seated opposite the Old Parliament House watching the cars race each other.



There were a few Caucasians seated in front of me and each time when Hamilton drive pass us, these Caucasians would raise their hands and start cheering for him. You know, it is as if he can hear them. The sound from the race cars were really loud, strong and powerful. I was without ear plugs and by the time 10 minutes have passed, my ear drums were hurting. It was super duper uber loud, but makes you feel the adrenaline run high. Imagine seating there for more than an hour!

Don't ask me why I do not have any pictures of the race. It is because I forgot to bring my camera along, and all I have was my phone. And yes, the speed was not fast enough and I ended up being like a dumb one seated there trying like 390841092374981273849 times to snap a photo but failed. The Caucasians in front of me did the same thing okay, so don't laugh at me.

Of course I did not seat that that area for more than an hour. I went to walk aroud. There was this one area where many people stood because it was less than 10 meters away from the racing car. I, being curious, went to stand there too, just around a meter away from the fenced up track. When the race car passed, the sound almost burst my ear drums, and the ground was vibrating. It was really that loud. I immediately left that place, and went to walk around.

I went this one area where it was like a display of olden days sports car, or rather, cars because I have no idea whether they all sports or not. But the display of cars were really fascinating. I never knew all these old cars still exist, and they belong to the rich people! How I wished I own one of those! It'll be really cool to drive them out and have all the unwanted attention on me.



Besides that, there were many mechandise shops around, many of which are selling clothings from Ferrari. The items sold were really nice, and the price was even nicer. I wanted to get this small car display around the size of a normal name card, slightly smaller, and guess what, it costs $90. My mum was like saying how we have to pay a high price for these clothings, despite being free advertisers for them. Here is one example of the Ferrari shops.



Also at that Padang, there were rock bands playing and quite a number of food stalls around. It was just a different atmosphere from what you see at our daily Orchard Road.



The F1 race was definitely a cool experience for me. But I guess it is not really worth it to buy the tickets because from the place you are seated down, you get to see the same cars do the same thing over and over again for 61 times and it gets really boring. Just go there once for the exposure of the sound effects and atmosphere and that's about all. The race is more entertaining on the television, I can assure you.

And cool, My mum just collected her new car and it is really pretty! The Champaign Gold colour of the Volkswagen Passat is just super duper uber nice. It is like at different angles you view the car, it gives you different colours of the Champaign Gold. It's really CHIOOOOO!



COOOOL HUH!?!

Okay, this is a really long long long long long post. And I am ending it here.
I would like to end with this picture!



GAWD!
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11:31 PM


Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Sorry for not being able to blog for quite some time as I've been really busy. But here is something to keep you entertained.



I really wonder why the guy's reaction is so minimal. Don't he feel the pain? Why isn't there tears in his eyes? GAWD. I think the lady should be the guy in this case. HAHAHA.

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3:26 AM


Sunday, September 6, 2009

WOAHHHHHHHH! I'm very super duper ultimate sad now. Ask me why! Ask me why! Ask me why! 3 guesses why? Don't bother. You'll never get it right. Look what happened to my violin!







And yes I know it's terrible. It had a scratch at first in the beginning. I got it from my bed frame. Then I asked for help to try to lessen the obvious-ness (if there's such a word) of the scratch mark. A smart ass poured thinner over it, rubbed it and WOAH LAH! It looks seriosly bad. If only I could bandage it and then when I take off the bandage and it looks just like new! Oh well, I just have to live with it. But it is reallllly realllly bad. It look as if a bear made its mark on its territorial tree! It has been scratched like ... I don't know what. Even the paint on the violin has been worn off and the wood can be seen.

I'm sad TTM nowww! ;(((

Anyways, I want to learn this song! Who have the song sheets to Canon in D, for violin? Yes, the simpler version pleaseee! I am no pro. ;D



Oh yes, and can someone tell me why most violinist are tall and skinny? Is it hereditary or what? Or it just runs in all violinist? And why am I the only exception in this case that I can find? WHYYYY! Why soooo unfair! I wanna be tall too, like a giraffe! WHYYY!

HAHAHA. I feel retarded.
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9:00 AM