"Things always fly by faster when they're the last one"

I forgot who told me that, but that was his reply when I commented on how quickly this year's Sports Day seemed to go.

Indeed. In my previous 4 years of Sports Day, it was always a hot, sweltering long wait for an event to finish. Now, it was a hot, sweltering whiz as I went here there and everywhere taking pictures. And doing that made me appreciate Sports Day, at last.

Flashback a few m0nths back, I decided to dedicate my time and effort to Hijau for this final year. I was ashamed that for 4 years I had never bothered to care for it for anything more than an avenue for sukan marks. So now, I would not use "prefect duty" as a pathetic excuse to skip Hijau stuff.

All things considered, I still may not have been the MOST dedicated Hijau member lah. I did not stay back on a daily basis to help out with the khemah, and when I did I always left at 4 or later on, 4.30 latest. But I made sure that for whatever time I was there, I did whatever was asked of me to the fullest and with the utmost sincerity and diligence, even if it meant sitting down blowing things dry with a hairdryer intensively.

All of that did pay off, as I slowly began to see everything come together for Hijau. Granted, response for khemah was mediocre most of the time, with the same people doing multiple jobs constantly. Some projects that had already eaten up valuable time had to be scrapped and redone from scratch. As Sports Day was mere days away, there was still a call for Hijau members to contribute 100+ packet drinks, a Herculean feat at best. But in the end, everything was alright, and the Greenjas went out onto the field proudly.

Of all years though, this was definitely not one of the finest. From a comfortable 3rd position after Merentas Desa, something went wrong, and we slipped all the way to last. Despite that, we still gave everything a 110%, knowing that there was still a strong likelihood that we would not be able to lift ourselves out of last, because Biru was also fighting teeth and claw. And even if we had performed miserably for Sukan Tara and Saringan, we clenched 3rd for marching and 2nd for khemah, proving that even if we were last, we would not go down without a fight.

Because of that, Hijau, I am ever so proud to be a part of a house that NEVER GAVE UP! A house that kept MARCHING ON! And perhaps, that was what made the experience even sweeter and more memorable for me.

In the end, Sports Day ended more or less how everyone expected it too. Ungu kept their pwning lead over the rest and were champions once more, while Merah once again proved its creative superiority by getting the 1st for both marching and khemah, while also being the surprising, but welcomed underdogs that leaped ahead of the pack to become 2nd overall, with Kuning, Biru and Hijau rounding up the five.

The good thing for this year was that there wasn't a prevalent shadow of discontent among the houses that would have been a repeat of last year (not that I know of anyway) and that generally inter-house relations remained stable, even with several joking barbs going around.

However, after reading someone's blog, I find that I cannot remain silent on a matter.

The following is purely the author's personal opinions of the matter and do not represent the opinions of any other factions.

Disappointed? You still say you're disappointed?

When you've already beaten everyone else to the dust, you're disappointed?

Granted, at first I sympathised with your situation. I admit that the khemah was one of the most awesome ones on display, and was also surprised when the decision was announced in the end.

If you said that it was okay, it didn't matter, we gave our best, we're still the best and we know we're the best, or even if you simply said that the judges were a bunch of douchebags, I could have understood that kind of disappointment.

But disappointed that lasted so long? Despite everything that you had already achieved? Emo? What have the rest of us been feeling then? Personally I call that not knowing your limits.

However, I must commend you for, in defeat, not attempting to drag others down as well.

Once again, my sincerest congratulations. You guys really were the best this year, no doubt about that.

Please do not attempt to approach me to correct what I've said. You have your opinions, I have mine, and nothing's gonna change that.

Personally I would just like to bury whatever hatchet may have been present, and for everyone to get on with our unified, Rumah Putih white-uniformed student lives of CHS.

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Last Saturday was when Video Games Live (VGL) finally came to tour in Malaysia. What is VGL, you ask?

Video Games Live™ is an immersive concert event featuring music from the most popular video games of all time.  Top orchestras & choirs perform along with exclusive video footage and music arrangements, synchronized lighting, solo performers, electronic percussionists, live action and unique interactive segments to create an explosive entertainment experience!

This is a concert event put on by the video game industry to help encourage and support the culture and art that video games have become.  Video Games Live™ bridges a gap for entertainment by exposing new generations of music lovers and fans to the symphonic orchestral experience while also providing a completely new and unique experience for families and/or non-gamers.  The show is heralded and enjoyed by the entire family.  It's the power & emotion of a symphony orchestra mixed with the excitement and energy of a rock concert and the technology and interactivity of a video game all completely synchronized to amazing cutting edge video screen visuals, state-of-the-art lighting and special on-stage interactive segments with the audience.

If you or someone you know is into video games you won't want to miss this highly acclaimed one-of-a-kind concert experience. Or maybe you are looking for something cultural and exciting that the whole family will enjoy? Video Games Live™ is not just a concert, but a celebration of the entire video game industry that people of all ages will adore.

Or if you didn't bother to read all of that, then VGL is basically the MOST AWESOME orchestral performance in the history of orchestras! A big part of that is because they play the most memorable songs from the most classic of games to the hottest ones in the market today. And doesn't that fact alone make it more awesome than other orchestral performances ?

Me and my retarded effort to smile

I cannot tell you how excited I was to hear that they would be coming to Malaysia, a country where video games still don't get very wide acceptance as a serious medium and is still looked down upon as a waste of time. I first knew about them about 2 years back, and already eagerly awaited their arrival. 2 years on and whaddya know? Dreams do come true.

The night was absolutely amazing from the get go. The organiser and founder 0f VGL, Tommy Tallarico, came out at the start and soon whipped the crowd into a frenzy. The best part of Mr Tallarico's interaction with the crowd was this:

Tommy: Some people say, that video games are for little kids.
Crowd: Booooooo!
Tommy: They say, that video game music is just a bunch of bleeps and bloops.
Crowd: Booooooooo!
Tommy: And, they say that video games encourage violence!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO!
Guy from crowd: Kill those people!

Such irony pls

Mr Tallarico also provided a little bit of history of VGL prior to its arrival in Malaysia, and when he got to the part where VGL played in Singapore last year, the crowd booed that passionately.

"How was I supposed to know we weren't suppose to play in Singapore first?" came Mr Tallarico's reply.

And with that Mr Tallarico put the crowd into a boisterous mood as the show began.

Show time!

The crowd also played a big part of the concert itself as they were involved in it directly. A man from the crowd was picked to play Space Invaders on the stage as the orchestra provided a soundtrack while he played. Incidentally he was a Singaporean whom the crowd booed in good nature, and "kill those people!" was heard again.

Another member of the audience was the champion of the Guitar Hero competition organised before the concert began, and he played Guitar Hero once more on stage accompanied by Mr Tallarico himself on a real guitar as they rocked to Van Halen's "Jump". The atmosphere during that performance peaked when he was about to fail the song during a grueling  guitar solo (which the crowd made more difficult when they demanded he play on Expert mode), but managed to save the song at the last minute and continue to rock the rest of the way, enthusiastically cheered on by the crowd.

Of course, the star of the night was the music itself. The orchestra, which was the National Philharmonic Orchestra, played a series of pieces while being backed up by a choir from games both classic and current, such as Metal Gear Solid, Mario, God of War,Shadow of the Colossus, Sonic, Castlevania, Warcraft, The Legend of Zelda, Megaman, Kingdom Hearts, Halo (YAY! ), Final Fantasy VII, before ending the night with Chrono Trigger. To say that the music was mesmerizing and enchanting would be putting it lightly, as every piece was accompanied by visuals of in-game footage and cinematics, or in the case of Metal Gear Solid and Zelda, game-themed performances on the stage itself, not to mention a fully blown out light show reflecting the temperature of the piece.

Intermission

Another highlight of the night was when the concert seemed to have ended, only to be continue when the crowd yelled out for an encore. So Mr Tallarico returned and said:

In my time if we wanted an encore we put our lighters in the air. But this is the 21st century, so put your phones and PSPs and DSs in the air!

And from the midst of the crowd a guy unleashed a lightsaber!

Then Mr Tallarico asked the crowd to sing out the Mario tune which the crowd was already treated to earlier, and everyone followed the tune as they went: Doo, dood, doo, dood doo dood dood....until Mr Tallarico told us to stop it cause it was silly

And the night ended more awesomely with the Meet and Greet session with Mr Tallarico and 3 of the other notable performers as well, (conductor John Wall, performer Laura and performer Norihiko Nibino. I got all 4 of them to sign my program book, and I got to tell Mr Tallarico how much I've been a fan of his since I first saw him on TV many years back. But unfortunately the bouncers were shooing us so fast that I didn't get a picture with him

VGL was the greatest, most spectacular and most amazing night of my life. To be able to witness and appreciate the art that video games have become, especially in Malaysia, was an opportunity of a lifetime. I am so grateful that I had the chance to experience this right here, right now. And I am so gonna go for future VGLs whenever possible

Epic WIN

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A sign of what was to come

This is a slightly overdue post, as Prefect Camp 2010 took place from the 17th-19th March, 2010, last week. I've been busy since then, and I've had to recollect and reorganise my thoughts.

First of all, you should know that I was elected as the organising chairperson for this year's camp, after the initial choice turned it down. I felt a little peeved at this at first. Number 1, I felt like the backup choice, which I was anyway, and Number 2, I had never been given any kind of responsibility in organising anything, and now suddenly you want me to organise an entire camp?

To say that I felt totally inadequate was putting it lightly. Here I was, suppose to know what to do, and what to tell everyone else to do. I had to be one with everything that was going on, and I had to make sure that things ran on time.

To that end I would say that I failed. For most of the camp, I played a relatively Yang-di-Pertuan Agong-ish role. I was merely a figurehead as my "Prime Minister" vice organising chairperson, Khor Jia Ying, was the one who handled...well...almost everything. If it weren't for her, I would never have known about the endless list of hiccups that either no one told me about or wasn't updated on yet. And because of that, everything manage to chug on through.

Besides her, I the rest of the committee also did a fantastic job, despite my lack of supervision. To Zhi Kai, for dealing with and arranging the transportation. For Lie Kiet and Woon Khai, for getting us such pleasant and sleepable accomadation. For Valerie and Yin Suan, for creating such more pleasant-than-last camp shirt. To Ker Leet and Chang Yi,for making sure our funds magically never dried up. To Jia Yee for finding sponsors and being our liaison with Sunway University College. For Yi Kun and Tian Yoon, for acting as on-site medics. For Zhi Yeong and Yi Leng, for handling the bureaucracy of paperwork. And most important of all, for the games committee, Ley Kuan, Rachael, Tarvin, Joe Yin, Timothy Goh and Shi Yi. Even if I didn't play a more-than-ceremonial role in their work, I'm proud of what they have accomplished.

The impression I get overall is that this year's camp was, if anything, somewhat enjoyable. The weather was pretty fantastic and it never rained. Everyone seemed to genuinely enjoy alot of the activities, like eating lemons and tug-of-war in a pool. And in the greater picture, I guess what most people liked was that we never made camp too serious. Unlike last year's camp where we got scolded a lot for this and that nonsense or another, the general mood during camp was relaxed and excited, rather than tense and tightly drawn. We gave credit where credit was due, and we harked only on what needed to be chastened, but never more than what was necessary. Above all, I personally loved the fact that our sleeping quarters were dorms that were DRY and that we had proper BEDS to sleep in. I've heard some complaints about giant bugs and the lack of bed sheets in some dorms, but still, nothing beats a dry bed to collapse into at the end of a hard day of camp. On the other hand, the worse part of camp was the showers. The water must have come from melted ice or something, and it was sheer impossible to take a proper shower, which was why I took a nice long hot one the moment I came back. Another thing worth mentioning was that the food was actually pretty darn good compared to most, and BBQ night was just sheer-awesomeness. Thanks again, Lie Kiet.

Being camp organising chairperson also revealed to me how people were never meant to work together naturally. Some people simply cannot fit properly as cogs in the entire machinery. I guess that was the absolute worse to deal with, being caught between a rock and a hard place. On one hand there's democracy and the choice of the many, and on the other there's the right of speech and ideas. That's why I sometimes hate democracy. There's too many opinions and ideas running around, and you can't just ignore them off hand.

Overall, I'm happy that camp is over, and even happier at the fact that most people enjoyed it heartily.

Once again, a big thank you to my Prime Minister, all of my commitee and also most of all the Form 5s, who also lent a more-than-welcome helping hand in many things and without them the camp just couldn't and wouldn't work out. I know some of you do not feel appreciated because some people simply have too much ego, but personally, I thank you all from the bottom of my heart.

Goodbye Prefect Camp. At least now I know I wasn't born to lead from the front.

PS: There's something very pleasant about sitting in the middle of a sloping road.

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Part 2 of my series of "My Last"s is Merentas Desa.

To begin with, Merentas Desa didn't manage to go the way I wanted it to.

I had previously spent the last few years NOT running in Merentas Desa after having a taste of it back when we the 2010 bunch first had it in Form 2. So for two years all I did was handle luggage deposit and reclamation as a prefect.

After my mid-teenage-life crisis, huge epiphany and intensive self discovery, I finally set my mind on going all out for this final year of Merentas Desa.

So I began to run. I would have liked to have begun running really really early since last year, especially perhaps during the year end holidays. But alas, some procrastination and two overseas trips in two months denied me the opportunity.

Never mind, I told myself. I would train when school began. And I did. Not long after school began, I began to run as well. First on a treadmill, which is peanuts compared to running on real solid ground, and then on to parks and stuff. I couldn't run far. 2km was about the maximum I could go. No surprise there. Like what I say when I came up with this proverb:~

If you've never pushed your limits before, don't be surprised to find out that they're not very high.

I didn't mind that what I was achieving paled in comparison to all my friends around me. I had already set my mind on the fact that this wasn't a fight between my friends, other people and me. This was a battle for myself. A battle between the old-me of nothingness and the new-me of living life to the max. As such, whenever I ran, it wasn't then just an issue of my brain forcing my muscles to keep running. It was also an issue of my heart telling my soul that I will not give up. Not this time. Not anymore.

Things got better when the running infection spread among my friends. Now running sessions weren't just training sessions anymore, they were also times to laugh, to share and to keep egging each other forward. Those were some of the best times of 5 years of my high school life.

Unfortunately all that would come to an abrupt end one Sunday morning after another training session. My right calf began hurting really bad after I stopped. I just thought it was a muscle cramp or something but it wouldn't go away. I ended up limping for the better part of two weeks.

On the surface I still wanted to fight. I told myself that it was nothing. The Tuesday after that I went for the last Rumah Hijau Merentas Desa practice. Although I managed to actually run the whole three rounds like never before, my leg hurt even worse after that. It was by then that deep down I knew that I probably wasn't going to make it in time for Merentas Desa.

Sure enough, the doctor I visited yesterday only confirmed what I didn't want to be true. I would not be able to run for Merentas Desa. Unless I want to continue limping like a pirate for the next few months or so.

To say I was disappointed would be putting it lightly. I had accepted the fact that I probably wouldn't be able to get in the top 30. I even accepted the fact that maybe I wouldn't even make it within the time limit. And none of that mattered because so long as I could run the track, run it consistently and give it the biggest 110% that I'd ever give in my life, I would be happy and proud with myself.

But to not be able to do so, mostly because I'd never given anything in my past a 110%, made me feel like an epic FAIL. I could have and would have handled the mental strain, no matter what. But I just couldn't handle the physical.

I ended up being a photographer for the Photography Club. At least I'd used the time productively and learned a little bit more about taking pictures, not rotting away handling luggage again.

To all those who were the top 30 and withing the time limit, congratulations to you all. You deserved every bit of it. And to those who were disqualified, you were all winners too, no matter what blind QMs and a failed surveillance system may say.  So congratulations too.

And that was the last Merentas Desa of my high school life. No more kaleidoscope of Colours (not till Sports Day anyway), no more hordes of sweaty people running back into the school and no more luggage handling.

Farewell!

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It feels good when I can silence the doubt in my mind and to finally feel like I'm running TOWARDS rather than AWAY from something.

Moving on.

I think I will begin a mini-series entitiled "My Last" to chronicle my last dose of everything high school has to offer me.

So today was My Last Gerko Day.

I would say it was well spent.

I wish I could say something positive a certain club, but I think inevitability will triumph in the end on that matter.

On the other hand, it was a blast to keep walking around the hall the whole day and hanging out with all my friends. And unlike previous years whereby I was such an antisocial and a nobody, this year I was hanging out around 4 different stalls most of the time.

First of all I loved hanging out at the Ed Board booth! Even though it's my last Gerko Day and I didn't get to man the booth properly and all it was still a blast to just go there and fool around and sign up for CHINESE department! WOO! ;P

Then I spent some time at Chun Yeen's newly formed (RE-formed actually) Photography Club. There, I took some camwhore photos professionally , which I will show you if I ever get around to acquiring them.

Another plus this year was the Interact booth. Okay well not really the booth per se, but the people of Interact. I bought a cow from Carmen, which ironically I can use to Force strangle Kyle with (Kyle...sounds like cow?) and then I tried to buy a Fareen that was on sale. But then Ms Sherlina outbid me by RM0.50.

Last but certainly not the least I checked out the Itanium Solutions counter. As usual, it was drowning out the neighbouring music club and society stalls right next to it by means of blaring speakers. I didn't managed to see a lot of videos like last year, but got to feast my eyes on a fanboy lightsaber duel video while I was there.

The rest of the day was long and draggy. I think we lost our halo to the myriad of people constantly borrowing it [they care about the halo but they don't care about the source...:( ]. The poor Selangor flag fell from the flag pole and nobody even bothered to fix it, meaning that I had to go over and re-tie it. And Aaron bought a grue. What is a grue, you ask?

This is a grue. And as you can see, nothing escapes a grue. Not even a LOLcat. Poor Aaron.

And I think the best part of the day is that there's no homework (or at least no new ones, as far as I know).

So there it is. My Last Hari Gerko.

Farewell, Hari Gerko! Never again will I see your crowded hall, endless wandering students and close to full day ponteng.

Farewell!

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I usually never really liked my birthday.

It was always near the first day of school. People would always be asking me when is it throughout the whole year, only to forget it in the first-day-of-school frenzy of the following year. And also because the people I used to hang out with never really cared that much to remember.

Until this year.

There were some very note-worthy things that happened this year.

Most Matching My Desire Gift:

Halo 3 ODST by Timothy Goh. Got special edition controller somemore.

Most Effort Put In Gift:

An Aperture Science Weighted Companion Cube by Tian Yoon. Seriously this whole thing was made from scratch and she was still sewing this when she came to my house. And now I have a friend who will never ever leave me. Isn't that right? Weighted Companion Cube? Yeah, I know. It sure is.

Best Surprise:

Love Gang +Rachel Gan and Sean Beh in Ed Board room!

Seriously guys I was so absolutely touched that you all actually bothered to plan such a thing and pull off such an elaborate hoax on me for the whole day. And to think that I only really began to know (or in some cases, RE-know) you people more ranging from a few months ago to just yesterday. Nobody has EVER done that for me for all my schooling life. Now my high school life is that much brighter and I can die happy =) Words cannot describe how much I LOVE you guys LAHHHH.....

And though the rest of this year will be hard, difficult and brutal, I will always have the first 4 days of 2010 to smile about.

Thank you guys so much!

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I step onto the bridge. It is windy. The chill bites through whatever clothing I'm wearing like so many completely permeable layers.

There is a hut-like protrusion from the bridge. It is there that I must go. I walk with tentative steps towards it.

There are harnesses hung there like dead carcasses at a butcher's. I grab one and put it on. An attendant is there. He helps me into it. For some reason the image of a prison warden securing a prisoner for execution pops into my mind.

It's not yet my turn. I stand and examine the one who goes before me. She steps onto the edge. She is about to jump. But with a squeal, her nerves fail her. She collects herself for a moment while another warden attendant consoles her. She tries again, and fails once more with the same effect.

Finally, she disappears. She has leapt (or has she been pushed?). And all I can hear is her shrill scream.

I'm next. The attendant beckons to me. I walk over like a convict heading to the gallows. I'm told to sit. They begin to wrap the cords around my leg. Within moments I am bound at the feet like a cattle at a rodeo show. I'm helped up and led to the edge. I peer over. The beautiful emerald of the river below is so at odds with its action of enticing me to my death.

I'm told to look up. There's a camera there. It flashes. One last living shot? I'm told to look left. There is another. Absent-mindedly, I wave. Have I lost it before I've even begun?

I look down one more time. My mind is blank. I hear the words. Ready? Three, two, one...GO!

I jump.

At first there is a peace. A calm. The world is silent as I hover for a split second over the roaring river.

And then I fall. I watch as the earth comes closer and closer. Now there is a rush in my ears. I close my ears. Now in my mind thoughts race around each other. Thoughts like "OMG I am going to die", "this DOES feel kinda cool", and "WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF..."

Just as the fall reaches a panic point, I rise instead. I open my eyes.

I am safe. I am alive. The angels have caught me.

And it was friggin awesome.

The above text is my experience of bungy jumping at Kawarau Bridge, the world's first commercially available bungy jump site, near Queenstown, New Zealand.

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Finally. After who knows how many years of fruitless attempts to improve my skill in golf, I have at last, progressed to a level competent enough to try out a game on the course. Odd though, that this finally happened after I went back to the tutoring of Rashindran, the particular coach I had wanted to avoid.

Anyway. To begin explaining golf to some of the simpletons who are bound to be reading this. Many people don't know how golf is played. They think it is just a matter of swinging a club and hitting a ball. Anything deeper than that will produce a blank look and "I don't know". Well, to make this as simple as I can put it simply, the main goal in golf is to finish a series of "holes" with the least amount of strokes possible. Each "hole" has a recommended limit to it, called a "par". And the goal in each "hole" is to get the ball into the ending hole, located on the other side of that particular "hole" So if a "hole" states par 4, then you should get the ball into the hole with 4 strokes or less. A "hole in one" refers to being able to get the ball into the hole on the first shot, just so you know.

So, to begin my first golf game. My coach hired two caddies to accompany us,which I found very unneccesary. But they were quite useful though, offering advice on which club to use, where to aim, stuff like that. Never underestimate the caddy. They follow every type of golfer around, both pros and noobs, and are pretty decent players themselves. Besides that, they also provided some sort of company. And they haul your bags around and do all the stuff you're supposed to do. Like replaced divots and rake bunkers. I know this encourages laziness, but since they were there, why not use them?

Anyhow, the game went pretty badly. I supposed this is expected for a first-try, but still, it feels really disappointing to hit 9 strokes on a par 4 course. And I just played different than when I'm on the driving range. Alot of my shots kept slicing right. And my putting sucks really bad. But, all things considered, it could have been alot worse. At the end of it, I had a total of 60 strokes as compared to the recommended 36.

After going through today's game, I kinda like golf even more. It's a very soothing sport, where there is no mad, senseless rush to get the ball, like in football and basketball. You can play at a pretty leisurely pace, of course, not so slow until you hinder the players behind you, but slow enough to be calming. And everywhere you look there is flora, lots of it, in the trees, the grass, the pond, plus the occasional fauna as well. I have seen giant lizards on certain sections of the courses, and I heard my coach warning the caddy about snakes. Besides, in golf, you're not really competing to beat the other player. You're just trying to get a good score. Only at the end do you compare scores and determine a winner. I really wish to get my course license so I can finally play properly.

Brought to you by,
Nicholas
My putting needs some serious work.

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Alas! I have finally gone through a day using only public trasnportation. No, that isn't entirely right. My mom still sent me to the Bangsar LRT Station. But from then on it was all public transportation. I can finally be able to survive without a chauffeur. What a relief.

I didn't really go particular far or use many different modes of transport, but it's a start at least. I took the LRT from Bangsar to KLCC, all with just a Touch n Go card, which I must remember to remind my parents to get me one. After spending a whole day at the PC Fair with Tim, Kyle, Jo Fan and gang, I again took the LRT back to Bangsar. That wasn't the end of it. After that I took a....a bus (gasp). I did have to wait for quite a while before the proper one, U87, arrived. But after that it was pretty quick before I reached as close to home as possible. Though I wish I had more time to completely check out its route, since it's the ONLY bus that comes anywhere near my house. And it would be extremely convenient if the bus had Touch n Go as well. But then there's that one ticket that works for a whole day thing, so Touch n Go can't really work. Well, this is Malaysia. I guess I should be grateful the public transportation is at least functional.

I guess after going through today, my perception of our public transport system has changed for the better. Prior to this, I always thought public transport was only built as an afterthought, therefore explaining the sorry state of it. Look at the previous couple of years before RapidKL. And compare that to now. So credit has to go to Rapid KL for improving buses and rails. That doesn't stop me from thinking how utterly superior other contry's public transportation systems are compared to ours (London Underground, Parisian Metro), but at least I might consider using them more often in future.

As for the PC Fair. Well, it was my first ever PC Fair. I know. Very kesian la, me. What to do? I've never had such freedom before. Anyway, what are my thoughts about PC Fair? For one thing, alot smaller than I expected. I mean, it's big physically, but somehow it just seems smaller than I imagined. Another thing? Extremely tiring. To go one round just to compare prices and collect pamphlets, and then to go yet another round to actually buy the said item, tiring. And then there's the hesitation to actually buy anything at all. I guess it was partially because of my relative lack of cash, but that means I still haven't got the card reader and the mousepad, plus possibly a mouse, that I wanted. And my parents aren't very eager on going to KLCC this weekend. Not that I can't just go there myself, but I'm too busy to go there this weekend.

Well, I think I may be using public transportation for more stuff in future, like school, church, and going to people's houses. Nicholas Lyx is now mobile.

Brought to you by,
Nichoals Lyx

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