Asian VS Western

My Asian-self tells me that I should accept that friend request since he is a junior of mine from high school. We should care for and be friendly to those who came from the same community. Its all about sharing. We share the same root and heritage. As a senior, I should be more welcoming.

The Westernized me, however, is disgusted by such request. I don't even know him, nor talked to him before. Why should I accept his request? We don't share little private details about our life with strangers. You only share those with people you really want to share. And its after all a private profile, not public. Virtual friends are sad.

Now, what should we do with that friend request.

No, I can't continue with such train of thought.
That's jealousy, not admiration.
It will only hurt myself eventually.
And I don't need that.

Down with some viral infection again.
The fever, the cough, the discomfort in my eyes. Argghh!
Went to Hare & Tortoise for supper after my 6 hours of nap.
The tofu & vegetable ramen is simply awesome.
It warms me up in this chilly night.
The cracked peppers in it just do wonders.
I guess you'll realize that some food can be particularly comforting,
only when you are sick.
Deriving comfort from a bowl of soup with ramen.
Its simple, and yet, satisfying.
After all, I'm asian.
I eat asian food. And I derive comfort from them.

Missing

I'm listening to Jason Mraz's Song For a Friend right now.

I'm feeling very tired after 11 hours in uni with only an hour of break.

I'm now experiencing the feeling of "missing someone/something". But the funny bit is, there is no one in particular, nor object, occupying my mind. I'm just missing something, something vague, something that maybe doesn't even exist. This is how missing is like. It is its raw and naked form I am feeling now.

Scenario Week

Scenario Week. Reservoir construction in South East London. Environment Impact Assessment. 9am to 2am of work, non stop. Unreliable team mates. Fucking hell! Fucking stressed!

Bored.

Your view on yourself:
You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.

The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.

Your readiness to commit to a relationship:

You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.

The seriousness of your love:

Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.

Your views on education:
Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.

The right job for you:
You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.

How do you view success:
You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.

What are you most afraid of:
You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.

Who is your true self:
You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.

From: http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx

Mum on Facebook

And Mum put up her profile on Facebook.
This shouldn't be happening.
Where is that generation gap?
Feels like someone is going to constantly stalk me now.
Or, potentially.
Geez, I'm paranoid.
Still, mum on facebook. Wth.

Ages, it’s been,
Disconnected it seems.
Even with msn,
Loose, it is.
Yo, how’s things?
Nyeh, should be fine.

Life is just ahead,
Isn’t it, housemate?
Much love, take care.

He grinned after looking at the text.
Finally, a move has been made.
Will it be just an ordinary lunch?
Or will there be something more?
He will have to wait till the day itself.

Gift Of The Seagull

A lonely seagull flies the winds
Majestic... soaring...gliding wings
A single screech sounds from the sky
Come fly with me... come here and fly

My spirit floats to be a part
I feel the beating of its heart
My soul, one with this bird of sea
Now knows the meaning to fly free

I feel the winds caress my soul
And soar the streams without a goal
My being trembles of delight
A treasure I received tonight

The seagull's flight of soaring high
The gift of what it means to fly

Munda

The Differences

"Life here is different compared to Melbourne. "

This is what I've repeated again and again whenever someone ask me about my life here in London. Indeed, different. But how different is it? Ah, I wonder.

Obviously, I'm unemployed. I no longer live that rather luxurious and convenient life which KKB has bestowed upon me once upon a time. Being unemployed simply means that I have to live cheaply, spend wisely, no more impulsive and extravagant spending. Of course, such limitation has an impact on a lot of aspect of my life here. I no longer fine dine, I have to work my time around my hall's ridiculous meal time so that I don't miss any meal unnecessary, wine bought are often of lower grade, reluctant to take the public too often and no more fancy toys for me. I'm glad that I've got the savings and scholarship, yet, they are finite, they are going to be depleted very soon. And oh yeah, on top of that, I suddenly got weekends that doesn't usually exist in Melbourne.

Then, there's the fact that I no longer hold any positions in clubs and societies here. I no longer have to mingle around people simply because I'm oblige to. No more meetings, no more need to exercise authority, no more reasons to push forward or realize some ideology, no more need to think strategically. In fact, life without a "role", seems to be a bit scary. I no longer have a purpose, I no longer feel like I need to make a change, the thought of helping someone seems to be optional rather than compulsive. Life has been thrown off the balance. I'll have to redefine my gravity. Because of this, I've got more time.

Yes, what do I do with all this sudden humongous influx of time then? Well, I've been doing quite some musicals, random galleries, plays, reading, public lectures, hanging out with my really small group of friends, board games, picnic in the park, last minute submission, travelling, procrastinating (a lot), learning how to sketch etc. Its different! I hardly do all these when I was in Melbourne. In a very strange way, I feel like a student, care free. For once, I feel like I'm living for myself, doing what I want to do. Of course, in a very cheap fashion.

Ah, interesting times. Once my saving is depleted, its time to move on again. Life of a student will never last.