Write a letter to your best friend who is overseas telling him how you are recently.

Dearest Nigel,

How are you? How is the weather over there? I hope this letter finds you in the pink of health. I am fine here, so are my family and my pet turtles.

Firstly, I would like to wish you happy birthday, selamat hari jadi and 生日快乐 from your motherland.

Then I would like to tell you about how my first three weeks of university were like. I had orientation for the first two weeks. It was fun. I made a lot of new friends. I tried to pick up a few girls like how you taught me. Some were successful but some were not. There was a girl who looked so fierce I stopped talking to her after a few sentences. wtf.

There are only a few people that I know from my batch, and only one was from the previous class in taylor’s and the other few were from bs1 and bs2. Oh. And then there’s Divar. I also met Irfan, who so happened to be my orientation group senior. Okay, back to what I was saying for the orientation. The orientation was muddy and tiring but it was really fun.

We have lecturers from Sri Lanka and Myanmar. The Sri Lanka lecturers are usually almost bald, short-sighted, mostly with a small tummy, talk with a very strong Indian accent and tend to shake their heads a lot when they talk. Just like what you see from the movies. But some of them are really good. YET, I still don’t know all the names of my lecturers. HAHA.

How is life like over there? I would like to hear from you soon. Take care. And send my regards to err, whoever is closest to you there (?) hahahaha.

Your’s sincerely,

Ding

the idea of going to school

the idea of going to school or if you do mind, a university, after 8 months of not going to a proper education center is pretty exciting.

the idea of going to school and interacting with a lot of people, relatively to that many people that i interacted with during these 8 months of recluse is a little terrifying.

the idea of going to school and realizing the major difference in the life i have been leading for the past 8 months up till now and the probably hectic or disciplined life of a student is quite uncomfortable.

the idea of going to school and then making a fool out of myself when i am not that sober is really embarrassing.

the idea of going to school is starting to sound dreadful and i think i should stop. wtf.

anyway, this is so true. ahahahahhaha.

When they run out of ideas,

they'd literally build anything, even a tit. lol wtf.

2011

on eve's the family clan sat down round the long table and played cards. among the chatter and the cheers when a good hand of cards come into play, I heard my uncle said how the people in their time used to celebrate. someone in the neighborhood would throw a party in the house, send out invitations and friends would bring along their crush or their partners to come along. and they would dance and party and move along with the funky beats that ripple across the house from the throbbing speakers. and one could not help but to imagine the clothes that they wear, the hairdo and the make up they put on, and the old school dance moves that they have. and then not much longer in future years the role changes and the audience become the storyteller and someone younger becomes the audience.

the past is behind and a new year offers a chance to let go and to reform and to change. and to let go of all the negative thoughts and desires and memories that intoxicate the mind. then accepting the fact of growing up and then start to act like one. and finally now, to change out of my sleeping clothes wtf.

then I end this post with a line used countless times before - ah. how time flies.

In the 21st century

Meditating is not sufficient for you to reach God. You need a handsfree as well.

Waking up

and going down to the dining hall to realize that the typical Malaysian breakfast is not there to greet you. walking down the streets of this foreign city and then coming to know that my national language is useless. the sun still shines brightly above the head and yet the air is much cooler than it is back home. strolling in the markets and then awing at how much make up the girls here put on. discovering new food that doesn't taste good at all at almost every corner. and the waking up again in my uncle's house with his dog licking my hand. wtf.


Hello Taiwan.