yademoS ot emocleW | Welcome to Someday

Okay seriously, how many people actually thought of typing up the title of a blog post 'mirror image' style? A lot of tacky people that is, but that's totally irrelevant to me.

Haven't blogged in ages, mostly due to me not remembering (accidental or otherwise) the existence of this blog. I come now to blog in the hopes of inspiring myself and cultivating the minds of those who read this. In short, I've got a test and some assignments to study for and I'd rather do this than read another page of lecture notes (not like I read a single page to begin with, but that is once again besides the point).

For those of you recognising this as that oh-so-common disease (yes it spreads like wildfire) that is PROCRASTINATION (cue 'BAM BAM BAM' sound effects), you are quite right. I, like many others, suffer from this accursed disease, and to those self-righteous people who supposedly have no qualms about studying very early and labelling us procrastinators as lazy, I have three words for you.

Kiss. My. Ass.

I thought that some choice words in the style of Cartman would more aptly convey my point, but I would rather not test the ability of this blog to upgrade its R rating to whatever is higher. Yes, with the other moronic owner present, this blog has the potential, but I would rather not test it.

Speaking of moronic blog owners, one seems to have disappeared of the face of this Earth (more precisely, the Internet). We can only surmise that bak kut teh near Monash is freaking awesome and requires his undivided attention 24/7.

Now that I think about it, this year has gone by pretty fast. The novelty of uni wore off pretty early with the knowledge that there is more independent studying compared to high school. Shocking, I know. Now, the second semester of uni is two weeks away from completion (excluding exams), thus culminating in me finishing my first year. A month from now, I will be back in kl, seeing people I haven't seen in months, enjoying my holidays and making up for 6 months of not eating the awesome food that is Malaysian cuisine. Then, before I know it, I will be on a plane back to Perth to begin the cycle all over again.

This got me thinking, a year can be pretty long or short depending on how we look at it. Although, the more important question that comes to mind is, what exactly did we accomplish this time around? I remembered the end of last year, when I made several resolutions that I hoped to accomplish this year.

First, I thought I would learn a foreign language. It started with a bang, with me reading all sorts of stuff, then slowly simmered off due to lack of knowledge and other reasons out of my control. It sucks that I couldn't learn a language, but I am slowly getting there. Others would probably need a year or two, I will probably take around 5 years at the pace I am going, but I'll get there. Patience is a virtue.

Second, I thought I would read more books. That started off pretty good, been continuing for awhile, then I realised textbooks were also books (who would have thought it). In my good conscience, I knew I could not break my principle of not reading textbooks, so I stopped for a while. Recently, I discovered The Encyclopedia of Swearing, and the reading begins once again.

Third, I thought I would actually play my guitar. Ever since I came to Perth, I have used it very sparingly, and thus somehow managed to unlearn pretty much everything I have learned before. Funny how it is so easy to unlearn something and yet so difficult to actually learn. This skill would however, be quite good for people who like punching their fists into walls, just saying. This year however, I've been practising and actually learning much more than I ever did, which is brilliant.

Fourth (and last, since I can't remember anymore), I thought I would go to the gym. This has been a pretty interesting one considering I never did a damn thing about it, until a few weeks ago when I actually started going. So, slow starter, but at least I started.

Why all the rambling you ask? Well, I had nothing to talk about and thought it would be interesting for us to think about things we have/currently trying to get/not yet accomplished, and just think about it. Besides, I had to go off on a tangent after the paragraph about uni got me all depressed. While writing it I realised, I've got 5 years of uni left to go through after this.

Oh yes, laugh it up people. Nothing better.

I'm out.

i'm frivolously determined. hurray?

hello, its been some time since we last met. i hope you all haven't missed me too much heh.

so after the whole rigmarole of taking a year off to apply medical school, when i do get an interview from adelaide uni, what would be the natural thing to do?

well, request for them to change my preference from medicine to dental science on the interview day itself, of course. whoever couldn't guess that must be a moron lol.

but i must say, the interviewer who was a former dean of dentistry for 13 years was incredibly sporting, having to run up and down to call my agent to get my last minute fickle whim all organised. oh and the interview didn't feel like one as well, it was more of a friendly chat/discussion; rapport was build ridiculously easily and though i reckon it lasted at least 25 minutes, it felt no longer than 5 =)

i really do believe i have a good chance , though you could possibly remind me that the last 3 times i felt that way about an interview i didn't get through. oh well thus is life, and i won't complain if i do get in next year heh.

haha worse come to worse i'll become a weather reporter, like the one i heard on radio just now.
"singaahpore, for the next thee hundred years - hott, humit" LOL

and that doesn't seem like changing, after all global warming is caused by 'God hugging us closer'

eh?

yoman's and greygoose,

chewy doesn't just strip when he's high.














i am not normally this red, it was the sun too hot.

so looks like the plan is NS first then study. fine by me la actually, NS first get it over with also not bad. its compulsory after all so not much choice, unless i run away and become a citizen of some other random country. not good also right? i mean singapore's home after all.

yep, ok sounds good. oh damn sleepy wonder why i even bothered to blog now, damn.

-jonout

the bet is on.

so mario john santiago and i, jonathan lim, have a bet prepared for the upcoming epl season.

the bet is simple. his team, manchester united wins he wins epl, he gets 100 sg.

If either Liverpool (my team), chelsea or arsenal wins the title then i get 50 sg.

for security sake, its imperative we post here for future reference,
( in case someone starts his warped msian nonsense and insist he wins 100 sg while i win 50 rm.).

And before someone starts bitching, i am by no means referring to anyone in particular; 'someone' being as general as you and i.

the bet is on. you guys are the witnesses. lets have fun.

ps. this bet is purely personal between 2 people and i am not encouraging anyone else to join in and as such it is not illegal.

I I, I will be fine; just say you'll stay forever mine.

had my personal qualities assessment test this morning, a prerequisite for adelaide university's health science courses. Section 1 was a huge rush and i ended up guessing quite a number, but i thought section 2 and 3 were pretty okay. the hypothetical scenarios required alot of thinking; weighing the pros and cons of your actions.
for example, a man named Mr jones was a former drug seller, but after returning with a new identity he is now the main cash provider behind a charity which helps homeless people.
would you report him to the police?
should justice always be upheld, even if its at the expense of the welfare of the homeless?
















(ps. sp knows best)



so i shall refrain from commenting excessively. No point crying over spilt milk, or bad test scores, i firmly believe. which leads me to question the purpose of the test. i mean, my qualities already so obvious. obviously damn good. ah well the vagaries of university admission that i have yet to grasp and doubt i'll ever will.


hm in a week monash should reply me. fingers crossed.
but damn even this action results in pain now. stupid bar chords. no pain no gain was what a wise man once said. though personally i feel if he was smart enough(albeit less of the sadist) he'll have gained the same by bypassing the pain, that of wish i'm planning to accomplish. sometime. soon. hopefully.

i think.

The kite runner is another great book. revolving around the life of a boy named Amir and his servant Hassan brought up in afghanistan. really intriguing story, made me remember what its like to really be unable to put down a book. though the sad part is i genuinely believed it was a factual story. until the coincidences got a little too, coincidental.




















ah the olympics has been pretty interesting. though i still have yet to come to terms with woman lighting twice their body weight and having muscles as such. all along i thought only insects and arthropods were capable of pulling that off. and that was the way it should have stayed.

speaking of woman a certain friend of mine has been quite actively recently. late night escapades, raunchy in-car activities at unearthly hours. Ah glad to see your friends growing up one by one. ah the feeling of watching your hard work pay off,

priceless. for everything else theres mastercard, duh

an old man, a young man, and my life's greatest lesson.

firstly i would like to comment on how the below post contained sub-standard japanese.

i would like to apologise for that. especially if it didn't manage to put a smile on your face.
i mean, how could someone say that about my best friend. (aka someone's gay man wh*re)

makes me sick.

loads has happened in my life lately. Since the last post, i fucked isat again, went for the monash interview, decided to apply for dentistry as well. i really have nothing to say about Acer and their test. answers that appeared as clear as day to me were apparently wrong. for example,

'Advice is what people seek when they already knew the answer but wish they didn't'

Which of the follow best describes the above statement?
a. regret
b. confirmation
c. avoidance
d. arrogance

the answer seemed very obvious. but yet my sister disagreed. she says its because i was too cynical.
perhaps thats why she got higher 29%.
despite the fact that we were only 10 marks apart.

so i decided to do the interview. monash previously had no qualms about my isat anyways, as long as i do reasonably well for the former i would pretty much be given a place. hopefully.
i thought i did pretty okay this time.
last time i thought i did pretty well.
and i failed.

by now you probably have detected a strong pungent smell. yes, thats depression. comes when a relative close to you passes away. i really regret not being able to see her for one last time, though at least my sister did arrive to do so. she was supposedly greenish and having spasms, not to mention in a great amount of pain. its cancer afterall.

currently reading this book by mitch albom, tuesdays with Morrie. about a dying man who has ALS and as he withers away, speaks to Mitch once every week, a different topic each time.

i asked Morrie if he felt sorry for himself.
'Sometimes, in the mornings,' he said. 'That's when i mourn. I feel around my body, I move my fingers and my hands-whatever i can still move-and i mourn what i've lost. I mourn slow, insidious way in which i'm dying. But then i stop mourning.'
Just like that?
'i give myself a good cry if i need it. But then i concentrate on all the good things still in my life. On the people who are coming to see me. On the stories i'm going to hear.. I don't allow myself more self pity than that. A little each morning, a few tears, and that's all'

How useful it would be to put a daily limit on self-pity,
don't you agree?

How about a magic trick?

Lets put a smile on that face.

Watched Dark Knight and damn was it good. Two and a half hours at the cinema and money well spent. Although I must question the sensibility of the ticket attendant to sell us tickets with pre-determined seats without us determining what seats we wish to occupy. Not to worry however, I rectified that mistake by taking up whichever seat I wanted upon entering the theater. Comfort first is what I believe in.

Tiger Airways was forgettable. Leg room was minimal, and the space was made worse by the fact that the lady in front of me decided to make herself as comfortable as possible by reclining her chair to the point I can see the back of her head when I sit up right. Also, the smell of SGD4 instant noodles is ever present throughout the flight. Whining, I know. 'Real men don't whine' is what I heard somewhere before. I guess by his definition, instead of whining, real men choose to punch a wall with their fist and thus spraining the wrist for a few days. Bravo, a real man indeed.

A: yk doko desu ka.
B: Shirimasen.
A: Gakkarida desu ne.
B: Iie. Ii nyuusu desu yo.
A: Sou desu.

How about a magic trick?
I'm gonna make yk... disappear.
(send virus to his msn)

Ta-daa! He's... gone!