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signing off - the commonjack.

Mortality.

according to dictionary.com - mortality is "the quality or condition of being mortal".

i come from a family in which i am 13 years and 10 years younger than my 2 other elder siblings. unlike most of my friends, my parents are not merely in their 50's - but are now well on their way into mid 60's. its scares me a little to think that when i arrive at my 30's like my brothers, i will not have the benefit of my parents being as 'keen' and 'alert' as they are now.

when i arrive at my 30's - which would be a solid 10 years from now - my parents would be in their 70's.

i'm not too sure but isn't the average life expectancy up to about 70-ish?

my brothers - in their 30's currently have only just begun their journey into the next phase of life...my eldest brother has started his own family. with one wife, one kid and another one on the way. methinks my 2nd brother has also begun to leave his 'playboy' days and is now properly looking. both of them already having a rather steady career path to trod along on - having their own homes...etc...

it's a little disconcerting to imagine myself being at that stage of my life later on - but without my parents around.

X

on a separate train of thought...

these days, i can see changes in the older generation of my family. people like my 'Ah Pak' ie my eldest uncle - my father's brother. there has been so much change in him. he used to be the guy in charge. he was the guy who would organise and get things going. from our 'cheng beng - where we go visit our ancestors graves and clean them and pay respect to their memory' to little dinners throughout the year. in a span of a mere 3 years, he now can barely stay awake if he is seated for too long. he can barely even walk up a small little hill at times without losing his balance.

another uncle of mine, on my father's side as well - 'Sei Pak' which basically means 4th uncle. he is a self made man. he started his own business and made his millions. always ready with something intelligent to say and would shoot down the brightest of scholars in a heartbeat because of his years of experience. age has slowed him down a lot. especially when it resulted in a fall which led to an operation to deal with a blood clot in his brain. after the operation - he is now almost like a child. it is quite sad.

basically - i can see a similar trait in all the men of my family regardless of generation. we are all very headstrong and strongwilled which can come across as just mere stubborness. we have a lot of pride in ourselves which allows us to carry ourselves with class and dignity which can also come across as stubborness.

one trait i find utterly similar in my father and his two brothers is the fact that they all have their pride and firmly believe that to be a leader of their own families, they have to be hard men. in the case of my uncles, i perceive them to be rather too hard on their children which to me - only makes it look as if they have very little faith in their own children.

that is the only difference between my father and his 2 brothers, he affords us more faith.

now that the tables are turned on my uncles ie the fact that they are no longer able to be in 'control' and order their children around - their children have taken over and seem to be 'ordering' him around instead. and its pitiful to see that because - my uncles don't seem to be treated with 'fatherly respect' right now.

i hope when the tables are turned on my own dad, my brothers and i will not do the same. hopefully, we will treat him with the 'fatherly respect' he deserves ... if only because unlike my 2 other uncles, he afforded in us more faith.

*sigh...

for those of you who don't already know and for those of you who actually wanna know,

i've received my results.

after all the shit i've had to go through to get them ie:

1. having to go down to college in KL - stressed as hell. as per the entry 'giler stress'.

2. then playing the waiting game for a phone call fr college. waited fr tues till fri - and i called them again as per 'update on results' - just to be told to wait till monday.

3. monday came - and i had to call London up to be greeted by nobody - which then resulted in me emailing them. only to be told to get in touch with the Examinations Syndicate in M'sia as per 'the results fiasco continues'.

4. when i went to their building - as per 'the results fiasco continues' - i am told that they've moved from Jalan Duta to Putrajaya(bloody on the other end of the world). so i call up their new number only to be told that they've sent my results to me via post.

so, technically, i went from KL to London to the Examinations Syndicate in Jalan Duta and then to the Examinations Syndicate in Putrajaya only to get my results sent to my very own house. i got it last friday, 9th Sept. and i only read it at 4 am on saturday, the 10th - cause i was out all day and most of the night.

and i guess - you'd be wondering how i did...

well - i passed. by the skin of my teeth. but who gives a shit? one more year. lets hope i can get my act together this time and do well.

till then.

later.

this is for the boys.

boys - we're all f**ked up in some way or another. we all know it. but the cool thing is - we don't really give a shit about that. we're all very different and it's becoming even more apparent these days than ever before. our personalities seem to clash and if you put our characteristics down on paper - it's a wonder we've all been friends for this long.

but as much as we clash - we blend well.

we never cared when other 'normal' people thought us useless or 'weird' or whatever negatives then can be thought up ... life was OK.

from the days when it was just a small group of us in Alisan, before we could drive, before we had work, before leaving school ... to the days when the small group became a bigger group at Zahir when all of us could drive and some of us had to work and all of us had left school ... and now.

this is a small tribute to all of you - people who i knew as boys and now are all becoming men. may life return to you guys all the 'companionship', 'ties' and 'connection' that all of you gave to me.















thanks boys. you know who you are.

ciao.
p/s: i just put up random photos lah. sorry guys - don't really have that many photos of all of us in my comp. i ain't the one with the digital camera. no favouritism going on here. heh.

this can't be it.

i'm pissed off all the time. just the other day my friend spongy said, "you ever get to a point in your life where you feel things are so good, you feel like testing it? like tryin' to phuck up on purpose and see whether things still turn out good??"

well - he didn't say that exactly lah, but thats the gist of it.

and the reply that i came up with was rather disturbing - although i just laughed it off at the time.

i said, "no. i've never been at such a point before. most of the time - for me - things are so bad that i think it can't get any worse. so, to test whether it could get any worse - i try and f**k up some more just to see if it does get any worse."

well, i don't have anything to say anymore.

funny how that works.

i'm just pissed off. who isn't?



enough of this shit. later.

the results fiasco continues.

monday came. no results. i decided to get in touch with someone in London. tried calling. nobody picked up. so i sent an email. i received the reply in the afternoon. i was told to get in touch with the M'sian Examinations Syndicate. i called up my college and they gave me a number.

tried calling and couldn't get through. so, today i drove to the Examinations Syndicate building over at Jalan Duta. turns out, they've moved to Putrajaya! i wasn't about to take a 45 minute drive there and take another 45 mins back! so i asked for a number to call and called.

took me about 15 mins to explain to the clueless person on the other side of the line what it is i wanted - only to be told that they had received the results from London but have only just posted them to the relevant recepients (such as moi) yesterday!

"do you all have a copy of the results?" i ask.

"no." they answer.

"so how?" i ask.

"wait lah." they say.

f**king hell.

the good stuff.

when times get tough - a wise man said, "try and remember the good stuff..."


so here i am trying to remember the good stuff. and i came across my own friendster account. but before i there - allow me a little trip off tangent for a moment...

the art of writing a testimonial for another person.

according to dictionary.com - testimonial means:
A written affirmation of another's character or worth; a personal recommendation.

its quite a meaningful thing. its a PERSONAL recommendation. an AFFIRMATION of another's character or worth ... geez - i don't know about you, but i think it's quite a big deal. what i personally feel about another person's worth - the testimonials i write for others are well thought up and are not written or given for the mere sake of doing a testimonial. if i do one, i'd wanna try my utmost to make it worth something.

and yet you get a lot of people out there writing stuff like - "...he's nice, she's sweet, yada yada...". i guess it's just me making a mountain out of a molehill but i think those sort of adjectives make me go, "oh really? well, thanks."

when i write a testimonial, i want to try and make the recepient of it go, "WOW. i never knew he thought of me that way..." and hopefully give the person a little smile.

at that - i digress. back to "the good stuff".

reading some of the good stuff friends wrote about me are really cool. most of them put a little smile on my face. but the best was one that came from an unlikely source. someone whom i didn't think knew me that well and yet she saw parts of me i never really noticed myself. (LOL - i just realised this last sentence sounds a little dodgy...but nevermind...)

reading what she wrote about me always puts a smile on my face...so here it is for you guys to have a little read.

*Commonjack is my ever-ready most dependable guy in law school - although I started off thinking that he was a flake for flaking off our attempts of study-meets so many times. Little did he suspect, I was actually quite happy to flake off myself too, but will never allow myself the indulgence unless someone else flaked off the meeting.. ooh, what a blah..

anyway, *Commonjack and his occasional 'out of the blue', 'no reason at all', 'though it seems like a very good reason to join him' chuckles, halfway through class, makes me want to sit next to him every single time.

Plus he is always following what is going on in class if I ever get lost. And he doesn't gossip or complain or blab incessantly like most people his age, *Commonjack was my appointed shepherd for my law studies.. but alas I was the lost sheep without the brains to find my way. It shows that I am the bigger flake..

For all his wonderfully mad stories, which he installed at my website .http://poesyliang.net has no doubt entertained lots of idiots out there, me included. Fellow idiots, do click here to read Shawn John Michael here .http://www.poesyliang.net/Article_view.asp?CatID=18. for hours of wonderfully idiotic pleasure. You will find yourself achieving that 'idiotic no reason at all' chuckle that Michael has perfected. The danger is it WILL be infectious. Oh well, perhaps the world needs more chuckling idiots than angry 20-somethings...

All in all, *Commonjack, thanks for standing out during the first day of the Criminal Law lectures or I wouldn't have spotted you like the bossy bitch vulture I am.
Little did I know that you are an aspiring stage performer. Thank god you don't have that naturally vain personality or I would have to delete you from my Friendster. Keep up the great job in being the earnestly good boy you try to be.
Good luck for your exams. Pass me all your notes and sell me all your books after that please? Haha..

that was testimonial number 1. then she wrote me a second one! (after i wrote her a pretty good one myself! heh)

Thanks for writing one of the best testimonials for me. It was thought provoking.

*Commonjack is generously helpful too. He got my registration forms and sent it all the way to my house with a crazy companion one night. If he didn't do that, I would probably be a law school drop-out (although there is no saying that I wouldn't be, just that with his help I won't drop out this year).

GURLSSSSS. This is the man! The epitome of a sensitive gay man in a heterosexual being. Goodlooking (a bit hitam manis), gentleman, potentially dresses well (he doesn't seem to care), smart, very sensitive, earnest to goodness.

Don't you ever turn gay or I won't have an example of good guys out there who likes women. And don't ever be a two-timing bastards like so many guys out there who has it all. Anyway, hang in there bloke with your studies.

Don't tear your hair out cos I think you look better with hair!

yep. that's it. poesy, if you ever read this - thank you.

aih - f**kin' exam results...i still don't have 'em!

update on results.

for those of you who actually wanna know lah...

some massive cock-up going on... long story short - they are sending my results to me via email.

"when?" i ask.

"if not this week then by next Monday" they say.

"oh" i say.

and that's it. what to do? bum around some more lah!

f**k - i'm not even sure whether i'm worried anymore. i don't know what to feel about it.



it's like i'm waiting for the 'knife' to fall ... but i don't even know whether i should be afraid of it anymore...

later.