A special wish for a special man

Let the festivities begin!


Let the clinking of wine glasses be heard! (do not be alarmed, i don't drink)


Let us raise our voices and sing!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO FATHER DEAREST!


HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!


It's my dad's birthday!


Officially it's on the 31st of March which is tomorrow.


This is my daddy.

Censored my face. Didn't want to lose any viewers. 

It's an old picture so forgive me.

Considering the circumstances (living away from home with very limited access to family pictures), I'm quite proud of myself for these pictures.


ANYWAY


My daddy is a remarkable man.


Selfless, generous, patient, forgiving, understanding, compassionate.


My daddy probably holds the Guinness World Record for being the kindest man alive. 

No kidding.


For your information, in no way was this a biased judgement.


Everyone living in the city of Kuching would agree with me.


ANYWAY


When the tough gets going, the going gets tough.


However, most of the time I choose to seek refuge in my daddy.


I'm not that strong.


I can't stare at life right in the face and deal with everything on my own.


That's why I have my daddy.


Never quick to judge and slow to anger.


That's my beloved father.


Once again I say, or if you would prefer it sung,


HAPPY *insert age as i shall not reveal it but fyi he looks a lot younger than he really is* BIRTHDAY DADDY!


Your daughter sends her love to you:)

The randomness of a totally random post on a random day

Just a random post because I don't have anything that I specifically want to blog about.




1. I HAD A FREE LUNCH.

Yeah I joined the scrabble club here in my university because they promised a free lunch for the welcoming party.


I'M A FREELOADER I KNOW SHUT UP.




2. I think my butt is getting flatter from all the sitting.


Well by choice i wouldn't be sitting this much, but you see I have a test tomorrow.


Is it just me or do your butts feel flatter too after sitting for a long time?

I know it's psychological but my mind is definitely messing with me when it comes to things like these.




3. Indecisive moments. Oh how i loathe thee.


Just trying to decide when I want to eat my FAVOURITE JUNK FOOD OF ALL TIME.

SUPER RINGGGGGG!! ( the bear's Pookie by the way)


Oh how the thought of your orange circular cheesy goodness activates my salivary glands.


How I long to consume those rings filled with empty calories and then lick the orange amorphous lumps of super ring powder from my fingers.


Sorry for being so descriptive.


I tend to do that.




4. Homesick.


Alright i officially miss home.


I know you guys are probably sick of me rambling on and on about how much i love being in the vicinity of my family and friends


BUT


i can't help it.


I really miss home.

SO ADORABLE I KNOW.

I miss waking up in the morning on my own bed.


I miss how my mum makes an effort to talk to us in the wee hours of the morning before going to school.


I miss the lame jokes my dad loves to tell (even though we don't get it most of the time).


I miss being silly with my sister and then we'd laugh until we feel nauseous.


I miss how my brother likes to poke me.


I miss being 15 minutes away from my friends.


I miss my best friends Natalie, Gladys and Steph so much.

Oh gosh hard to believe this was merely 2 years ago.

I miss going on breakfast adventures with Hillie and just talking about anything and everything.


I MISS HOME-COOKED FOOD FOR GOODNESS SAKE.




5. Music. Or maybe not.


Justin Bieber fans i warn you please leave now.


I came across his new song and i was rendered speechless,


and of course horrifiedflabbergasteddisgustedtraumatised.


I was stunned when the song first started playing because he sounded a lot more pedophilic than i remembered.


Then he started sounding like Chris Brown.


Then he just sounded like good ol' Biebs again.


Don't believe me? Check it out.

Again I do apologise to all the Beliebers.


It was inevitable for me not to comment on this song.

Evaporating warriors of bravery

If you would just stop and think about it,


you would realise that


THIS WORLD IS A FILTHY PLACE.

This is not going to be a post about recycling and being eco-friendly because we're already bombarded with ads about separating your trash and using recyclable bags.


Instead when I say filthy, I mean the kind of filthy that involves bacteria and germs.

and THAT is why I am a 


GERMAPHOBE.


Say hello to my warriors or should I say, my knights in shining armour.

Sir Dettol-lioso Senior and Sir Dettol-lioso Junior.


Oh and of course Pookie (referring to the bear by the way).


They brave the stormy waves of viruses, not sparing a single drop of mercy (as stated on the bottle it kills 99.99% of germs) for the rampant growth of bacteria around us.


HOW BRAVE THOU ART.

I sanitise anything and everything.


From my phone 


to toilet seats,


to keys,


 to my leg,


 and even my shoes.


I like my things to be clean.


I don't put my phone on public tables.


I don't hold on to hand rails while taking the train.


I don't even want to rest my arm on a coffee shop table.


I don't put my bags or anything at all on the toilet floor (would be crazy if anyone did).


AND


I have to shower immediately when i come home because:


1. I'm carrying germs from the outside world into my room.


2. I have to shower and change into a new set of clothes BEFORE sitting or lying down on my bed.


3. I don't sit on my bed with clothes that have been worn outside.

This is how i probably look to you now.

If my friends ever come to my room for let's say a movie,


 I make sure they shower beforehand and wear new clothes


AND


if they want to sit on my bed (which makes me cringe in horror),


I make them wash their feet.


If they do not fulfill all these conditions then too bad you're not touching my bed.

I'm serious.

Yeah so you know not to mess with me when it comes to personal hygiene.

Perfection Smerfection

Nobody's perfect.

Or in the words of Hannah Montana,

"NOBODY'S PERFECT! I GOTTA WORK IT! AGAIN AND AGAIN 'TIL I GET IT RIGHT!!"

Couldn't resist not putting this picture up.

Though we often chant the phrase "nobody's perfect"  with nonchalance, yet something about that phrase irritates me sometimes.

Why?

Although the message of that phrase is laid out loud and clear, yet i still can't seem to grasp it.

I am a perfectionist.

Let me say it again.

I AM A PERFECTIONIST.

Pretty hard to tell especially when i look so sweet and innocent.

Joking by the way.

I am not particularly proud of this trait of mine, but i have this incessant need for everything to either be perfect, precise, equal and even.

With this said, stress for me comes as often as bad hair days (which is pretty often i can say).

I'm sure that many times we find ourselves in an alternate reality with the perception that in order to succeed, we must strive for perfection.

I know i do.

Especially when it comes to being perfect at everything and anything i do.

Speaking from the point of view of a perfectionist, it feels like someone is punching me in the gut with outrageous ferocity while squirting pepper spray into my Asian eyes every time i can't excel in something (sorry for the exaggeration).

And others do.

It's just that desperate need for me to be perfect in everything i do that clouds reality

because in reality, 

NO ONE can be perfect in everything.

Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses.

We just have to play by each other's strengths and weaknesses in order to get by.

Yes i'm feeling a bit inspirational today.

I'm still trying to tell myself that (and make myself believe it), but one step at a time baby.

As they say in interventions, the first step to recovery is acknowledgement!

So congratulations to me for successfully completing the first step:)

Science and a hell lot of faith

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


 I sort of had a long day today.


Had a math test this morning which sent me into a whirlwind of depression.


Math isn't my thing.


After that i had to finish up a mini report to prepare us for a proper report that's due in 3 weeks.


We had to use a software called Minitab 15.

As you've guessed it's to calculate all sorts of statistics needed in a report to prove your results are statistically significant.


Oh it can plot graphs too.


ANYWAY


Had such a rough time trying to figure out how to use it and how to compile everything in my report


AND

at the same time try not to make it all sound like gibberish.


Had a massive headache after spending a good 2 hours on it.


AND 


I'm still not done.

Just to fill all of you in i'm currently doing a Masters programme in Pharmacy.


It's the same as a Bachelors programme but i'm twinning with the University of Strathclyde, Scotland.


So if i graduate from that university i get a Masters cert.


Pretty cool huh.


ANYWAY


I know i've just started this year but i've been a science student for practically my whole life.


The discovery of the mystical world of science that has left me agape with awe and wonder when i was a kid is practically nonexistent now.


Everyone gets tired and bored of what they do.


That's why i get silly when i can.

Alright back to what i was saying,

I really am envious those who are exploring the world of arts in university.

Why?

BECAUSE I HAVE THE IMAGINATION AND CREATIVITY OF A COW.

No idea why i said cow but you know what i mean.

My mind was not built for such things.

The main reason why i envy those who are pursuing arts is because

THEY ACTUALLY ENJOY WHAT THEY DO.

Unlike us science students who groan in udder (see what i did there?! :D) dismay at the sound of an assignment or test.

Oh how i wish i were creative.

That way my doodles won't be limited to stick men (one of the many reasons why i don't doodle).

But i know that through all this, God has guided me to the right path.

I may not see it now, but i know that there's still much more to look forward to.

All we need is faith.

And a lot of caffeine.

5 days of sheer joy (part 3)

Yaaay!


I know you're all excited for part 3 (well i can just assume).


Here are the first 2 parts.


Part 1: http://non-stophampolishnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/03/5-days-of-sheer-joy-part-1.html
Part 2: http://non-stophampolishnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/03/5-days-of-sheer-joy-part-2.html



12th March 2012 (Monday).


That day was a special day as it was a day fully dedicated to Hillie.


Woke up and got ready for breakfast.

.

Went to one of our favourite minced beef noodle shop.


OH GOSH IT WAS GLORIOUS.

Do you not see the crispy bits of lard? A BOWL OF LARD AND BEEFY GOODNESS I SAY.

Hehehehehehehe

After that, we channeled our inner childish innocence (whatever's left of it anyway) and went to the arcade!


We raced and killed zombies.

Can't really see it but it says "The House of the Dead 4".

We are greedy people.


So we headed over to Sarawak Club to grab lunch.


We had lasagna, spaghetti bolognese and fried quail.


For all those who don't know, a quail is like a mini chicken.

Sorry we couldn't wait. That's the remnants of the spaghetti.

Then we headed over to The Spring to look for a new wallet for Hillie.

Snapped lots of pictures in the process of selecting a reasonably-priced wallet.

I know i'm a hobbit compared to Hillie.

Managed to find a nice wallet in the end.

Spent the night with the best friend, Natalie.

We were too busy screaming at this sexy piece of hottie mchotstuff to take pictures.

13th March 2012 (Tuesday).

Was feeling extremely depressed that day because it was my last day in Kuching.

What better way to end it than to have a bowl of kolo mee!

I know i'm supposed to write something mushy and emotional now.

But i'll go against the norm by saying it in a different manner.

THOSE FEW DAYS BACK HOME WERE AMAZING AND I'D DO ANYTHING TO EXPERIENCE IT ALL AGAIN.

THANK YOU TO ALL MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY BACK HOME FOR MAKING THAT SHORT TRIP A MEMORABLE ONE.

Distractions galore

I'm such a party animal aren't I.


Doing math on a Friday night.


Given the circumstances (living in a deserted and lonely area out of the comforts of my home), i'm forced to do the unimaginable.


STAY IN AND STUDY ON A FRIDAY NIGHT.

However, distractions are inevitable.




Distraction number 1: I am sick.


Oh goodness me.


Came down with a flu about a couple of hours ago.


My night was filled with the sweet symphony of germ-infested sneezes and nose-blowing.

Sorry for being gross but those were all the tissues i used.

Took one tablet of Clarinase. These work wonders.

Distraction number 2: It's a Friday night.


Friday nights to me are solely meant for kicking back and relaxing.


PERIOD.


But somehow being stranded out here doesn't seem very relaxing or  fun.


I'd much rather be out doing this

than this

MATH KILLS MY MOOD.




Distraction number 3: I'm homesick.


Yeah as you all know i just came back from a 5 day trip home.


(part 1: http://non-stophampolishnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/03/5-days-of-sheer-joy-part-1.html 
part 2: http://non-stophampolishnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/03/5-days-of-sheer-joy-part-2.html
part 3: will be out soon)


And i miss home:(


My only source of comfort from this whole night is the special shirt that i'm wearing.


It's really comfy.

Distraction number 4: I'm blogging.


Blogging is bad in this case.


So i guess i'd better go back to finishing my math.


Cheers to a boring and dreary Friday!