AHHH…The spider is gnawing my pinky!!!

Little voice in my head says:

‘I dream of the day when you start listening to me for REAL.’

I swear to God, this is one of the funniest advertisement I have ever seen! Hands down man! Old Spice FTW! I am THOROUGHLY convinced by this ad. I mean, this has got to be the first time an advertisement managed to successfully convince me of their product. I wonder if Malaysia carries Old Spice?

This may be the answer I’m looking for to curb my un-man-liness (as claimed by some.)

…Old Spice dude pose FAIL.

I’m on a horse. ROFL!

Please ignore this post, Ignorosaurus.

Little voice in my head says:

‘Not a very good actor like you thought you were,eh?’

I tried my best to better myself at damage control. I closed one eye on this matter already. But I guess it’s not that easy. Must I really close both eyes and just blindly walk by it? No? Yes?

Some people are just really, really downright TACTLESS.

you’ll be making that expression once you go through the exact same sh!t I’ve been.

People keep telling me that I’m too much of an emotional person. I shouldn’t express too much feelings, nor should I put too much feeling into something/someone. In fact, a close friend ventured that I should actually be a bit more…reserved? I was told that even if you care deeply for someone else, that someone else may not care as much as you care for them. And this is the sad truth.

But I refute that truth. I brand it as a lie. I believe, so strongly, that what you’ll receive in return is proportional to what you give.

Stop lying to me, World. Before I give up hope on you too.

All that’s once is and will be.

Little voice in my head says:

‘Why can’t we make this darkness feel like home?’

Here’s a random post.

So much for losing weight. Even though I ‘promised’ myself to stop the CNY-like gluttony once the festivities are over, today, I had pizza. Classified Chicken. Oh boy. Carbs.

Has this even happened to you? We all know the weather’s been stinking hot these past few days, so I wanted to take a bath to cool down. I turned OFF the heater, like, who needs it? Then, I stood under the shower head and anticipated this cold rush once that icy water hits my body.

Fuck. Warm water.

No, worse, it’s more than warm, slightly below boiling point. Like WTF??? I’m sure the water wasn’t THAT hot la, but because of the heat wave outside and my super high body temperature, it felt like bathing in scalding hot oil. Dulan like hell la wtf! Came out of the shower half-wet, half-sweating.

Bath fail.

I am doing nothing. My life is pointless. My sole purpose every day is to wake up and just plan my breakfast, lunch and dinner. Then sleep. In between those times, I just sit in front of my computer, trolling.

you’ll look like this after refreshing your Facebook page for the 243857604324534th time.

Yeah, and I twisted the wrong nipple. Don’t sue me.

Another one bites the dust.

Little voice in my head says:

‘Sometimes, the point don’t really matter, just like a homeless guy dying at the side of the road.’

Here’s another post, signifying the further breakdown of our relationship, Dad.

I realized, since a very long time ago, no matter how much you try to hide or deny it, that you were disappointed that I didn’t turn out to be the son you always wanted.

I remember your disappointment when I told you, not too long ago, that I was very undecided about my future. What I wanted to pursue, and what I wanted to be. I wanted time to discover myself, but no, you wanted to pave a clear cut path for me, as soon as possible. I appreciate that, but you can’t rush things sometimes.

I remember your disappointment with my below-average grades in high school. You thought you hid it well, with your ‘motivational’ talks to me about how its OK and I can redeem myself next time. I saw through you Dad, you’re so easy to read. And at that time, I regretted, and told myself I would try to be the son you wanted.

And I did try. But it wasn’t good enough…like always.

I remember presenting you my report card in college. I was very pleased with myself, with that 76% average. It may not be a top grade, but I was proud, because I knew for once, I put my effort into my studies. Compared to the failing grades I achieved before, you had no idea how happy I was to see that 76%. But you scorned at it. You scorned at my effort. You proceeded to lecture me on how bleak my future looked, that no universities would take me, just because I didn’t score an 80% and above. The way you put me down Dad, you have no idea how it hurts inside.

Then there’s the trust issue.

I know,back in my younger days, I was a chronic liar. I lost your trust. But as I grew older, I sought to redeem myself in your eyes. But no, I’m always this immature, lying 12-year old kid. You never trusted my judgment, you never believed in my decisions, and worst of all, you never take my word for it. How can you expect me to call you ‘Dad’ when we both know there isn’t any trust between us?

Of course, for once, I proved you wrong. I got accepted into Universities. Yes, plural. Two, by far, and more will be coming, I am sure. I was so…elated, euphoric, ecstatic when I got that acceptance letter from Victoria University. I remember so well, I, bursting into your room, with a big smile on my face and shouted : ‘I GOT ACCEPTED INTO VICTORIA U!’

You glanced at me, gave me a weak smile, nodded, and continued watching your television…

You could’ve said something Dad. A ‘Good job’ or ‘Congratulations’ would have sufficed. But no. Once again, without realizing it, you have indirectly showed your displeasure with where I am now. I remember forcing that horrible smile, so fake, plastered on my face as I walked out of your room so quick, determined to hide the tears that were threatening to fall. I’m sorry that I couldn’t make it to the big Uni’s in UK or US. Then again, sorry will never be good enough.

I know, the times you tell me that you’re proud to have a son like me. There might be a grain of truth to that, but I’ve always known all along Dad, that you expected more out of me.

Maybe, all I wanted was for you to acknowledge who I am. I’m someone who excels better beyond books and grades. I’m someone who is…more verbally expressive. I’m not a grade A+ student. I know who I am Dad, and I as sure hell know my limits. I know that I’m ME.

Again, sorry for not being who you wanted me to be.

But I’m not sorry for who I am today.

The world beatboxes. How universal.

Little voice in my head says:

‘Why do I even bother talking? You don’t listen anyways. Go F*** a squirrel.’

Let it be known that here at theworldaintemo.blogspot.com, I do not support BESTIALITY. Coz its sick, and you might get Squaids. (squirrel AIDS)

So today, I feel very tired. Why? Because I only slept for less than 2 hours yesternight. Why? Oh…I don’t know…probably because I was tossing and turning in my bed, thinking about…well, thinking about stuff I promised myself not to think about anymore? Credits to emo thoughts for making me look like a zombie now.

lack of sleep and lack of sanity.

My swollen eyes and 10-tonnes eyebag. I’m so attractive. =.=

Because like I always say, the ghosts of your past will never leave you alone. Cheebye la.

So anyways, I’ve been thinking (again) that I really want to start a VLOG. Like, video blogging. But I guess I’ll only start when I hit Canada. In a way, it lets me, a talkative person, to rant and rant, while at the same time, share my life with you guys. You know, it’s the closest thing to talking to you guys back home. I know going to University is going to be awesome, and I’ll meet new friends, but you guys still rule my world.

So…unlike conventional blogging…Vlogging actually requires a little bit of investment and much more time. So first off, I need a good camcorder, not top-of-the-range, but something decent to film myself with.

With some research and a tight budget, I narrowed it down to 3 choices.

The Xacti CG10 camcorder. This baby is highly recommended by top gadget critics and seasoned vloggers. It’s really user-friendly, and for all its functions, it comes below USD 200. To quote CrunchGear : ‘At under $200 this thing is absolutely a steal.’ Full review read here.

RCA EZ205 series camcorder. Now if we’re talking about a tight budget here, this thing would be your best bet. However, compared to others, this does not film in HD, so don’t expect cinematic videos or anything. The thumb-up part of this thing is it’s build. As you can see, you can shoot yourself (haha) with the help of the 1.5-inch LCD screen that flips completely out, making it easy to watch while you record yourself. Very vlogger-style piece of gadget. Price? USD 99.99.

Last, the Flip camcorder. This piece of gadget is a close competitor with the RCA EZ205. It has a built in USB port which makes it much more easier for file transfer. It was specifically designed to make YouTube videos, so definitely this tops the ‘compatibility’ and ‘user-friendly’ charts. However…memory size isn’t all that great. There are 2 versions, a 30-min capacity for USD 119, the other 1 hour capacity for USD 149.

Sigh.

Which one? I’m with a tight budget here, so definitely the RCA EZ205 stands out. But then…the Xacti CG10 is like, the best for its price range, and who knows, when september/october comes, it’s price might drop even further? But the Flip boasts user-friendly interface and a software that makes uploading videos to Youtube much more easier.

Oh gawd. Dilemma.

I almost forgot. I’d like to share a piece of happy news with you guys.

 

I GOT ACCEPTED INTO UNIVERSITY OF VICTORIA, CANADA!!!

teehee. =)

Dear Li Chung,

Congratulations on your outstanding academic achievement!

We are excited to tell you that an admission offer is on the way. Check your mailbox, as your letter should arrive soon.

Best wishes,

Undergraduate Admissions
University of Victoria

LMAO at ‘outstanding academic achievement’. Tsk tsk. But hey! It may be my 2nd-choice Uni, but it’s good enough for me! At least now I know I’ll definitely be going to Canada. What about my previous offer? You mean Carleton University? Screw that dump. =)

Here’s wishing everyone a happy Chap Goh Meh. Last day of CNY and chinese Valentines Day. Go empty a whole box of mandarin oranges in the lake, you single people.

I already dumped 5 boxes of Grade A+ oranges. This screams DESPO. Meh

Hot water is like sex, vice versa.

Little voice in my head says:

‘I don’t really care if you drop dead now, just make sure to release me first.’

Tell me, what do you see, when you look at the sky, if you ever even look at it at all.

I could just stare at one of your photo for a good whole 30 minutes, then look away, and notice I have tears at the edge of my eyes.

tsk.

Don’t ever keep anything unsaid inside. Speak it out, come clean with the truth. I’ve learned that the hard way, believe me. Or you don’t have to. I’m not a good example to learn anything from.

I ran a full cycle, running away from you, trying to broaden the gap in between. I end up where I started, because it’s a circular course. I may have ran into a bump or two, but in the end, it’s still you.

Why do I kid myself? All the lies and forced laughter.

And I want this incoherent post to end now.

Punishment is lame, but it comes.

Little voice in my head says:

‘Stop whining and kill that ninja.’

So I thought about this long and hard, and decided I should share this issue of mine.

What issue? you ask. Well, no denying we all have problems and issues in our lives. But I want to focus on one particular issue of mine today.

My Singlehood.

OK OK OK…before you roll your eyes or give me that ‘Oh what the F, dam lame la you lichung.’, let me make this clear: I AM NOT COMPLAINING, MOANING OR WHINING ABOUT IT. I’m just here to blog about some of my…opinions about this matter.

Now, I’ve discussed this status of mine with countless of friends. There’s a saying that goes: ‘If your friends say it’s like that, so it is. If they say nothing, you’re screwed.’

…

Ok, so I just made that up.

Here are some… ‘theories’ behind my singlehood my friends and I came up with. See if you agree with any of them.

REASONS WHY VICTOR GOH IS STILL SINGLE:

1. I’m fat and ugly. Simple as that. Enough said.
2. I’m TOO loud, and people tell me that’s a turn off. Over-exuberance?
3. I’m too hairy………………leave me alone la.
4. I’m Asian. As in, Chinese. As in, squity-eyed yellow conman. (ok so I just made this up too. You can never take me seriously. LOL)
5. You can never take me seriously. (Too flamboyant?)
6. Now here’s a popular one. My friends tell me, it’s not that girls don’t like me, it’s more of…ME. Let’s explain with a scenario. Now, I’m pretty friendly with girls, and have more female friends than male. So let’s say, among my girl friends, there’s this girl A who sorta has interest in me. And I treat her pretty well, all that, and chemistry is going great. But then, I’m also friendly with OTHER girls. And girl A sees that and feels she ain’t special or anything, and so thinks: ‘Oh, he only sees me as a good friend’ and so the story ends there. Get it? I’m too friendly with girls.
7. I’m too gay?

Those are just a few hypothesis’. Well, I will admit it gets kinda lonely at times,you know…without a special someone. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I have wonderful friends I love to death. But it just ain’t the same. Once you get a taste of it, you’ll just keep wanting more. You know what I’m talking about.

What do you think?

Oh well, when it comes, it’ll come. I’ll just keep playing the waiting game. =)

Weiwei’s and sheashin’s open house was great. Good food, great company, wonderful time. Lousy luck at gambling that night though. Pfft.

And people from previous generations get so ESTATIC when they receive red packets or ‘angpow's’. It’s like, receiving one is all that matters. The meaning la. I think now, in our generation, the meaning is LOST. Why? We only care what’s INSIDE the red packet. Ho ho ho.

another valid reason why I’m single.

In case you’re thinking: WHY DOES HE ALWAYS POSTS PICTURES OF HIMSELF ONE AR? WHAT ABOUT MORE INTERESTING PICTURES THAN HIS UGLY MUG OF A FACE?

Sorry la, I don’t bring my camera around with me, and gone are the days where I take pictures with my cellphone. Deal with it. =)

Hiatus for a week. Bye.