Average Dude =þ

Taken at Kuala Kubu Bharu Waterfall The fact that my mum occasionally reminds me to take medication and apply cream on my face, i never listened to her. Applying cream on my face, it's sticky, messy, i hate the feeling, never liked it. She would say that my face looks terrible, with all the pimples and scars, nobody would want to be my girlfriend, probably wouldn't even get a job. So i kept telling her that my face was fine, i said that there are people out there who has worse acne than me, i am still presentable XD I told her i don't care, my personality will shine brighter than my face. But it seems that now i am starting to worry. My acne is indeed getting bad, probably due to my lifestyle and my diet. The pimples are hurting, especially the ones near my jaw bones. My skin would be so dry i can peel them off. I have itchy hands. Whenever i am pondering or watching a video on the laptop, my hands would automatically touch my face and start peeling the dead sk

Occasionally on Saturday mornings, i would pick my sister up from school after her Taekwondo lessons. While waiting for her, i could already see other kids on the basketball court, happily playing around. Can't help but reminiscent the times i had during high school. I remembered, after Taekwondo lessons, me and my bunch of friends would play basketball at the court just outside of our school. We would play with our Taekwondo uniforms on and slippers. When we were thirsty or hungry, we would buy packet drinks or chee cheong fun from the nearby truck vendor. Sometimes we would even play till the afternoon, deciding to go home when the heat and sun was unbearable. I took lessons only until i was Blue Belt Senior and then i stopped. I thought it was a waste of time and money (fine, i was lazy). Seeing my other friends achieving black belt, i thought it was unnecessary. I understand Taekwondo is a sort of self defence, but robbers or thugs these days are so desperate. T

I enjoy going to the university library once in a while to read the newspaper, especially "The Star", just so i can update myself on the current issues (no, actually for the comic & horoscope section XD ). But thanks to all the inconsiderate people, i don't get the chance to read the newspaper. newspaper Rack After reading the newspaper, they would just leave it on the table somewhere on the third or second floor, i don't know where, never replacing it back on the rack. My trip to the library would just be meaningless. I can put up with reading the other magazines available, but even my favourite Reader's Digest is not available sometimes. the many arrays of magazines My mum has taught me to have the habit of doing things all the way, to never stop halfway, to finish the task, to have 手尾, or "shao mei" in cantonese. For example, i would always leave my plate on the coffee table after watching TV. My mum would scold me terribly, saying

I feel somewhat old... Not matured, but old, as in aged... Whenever i walk up the stairs, my ankles and knees make these cracking noise, just like a skeleton climbing the stairs I notice only my legs make these sounds in the house here at TTS My other housemates never make these sounds... I keep having the feeling that when i grow so old, i really need a walking stick or probably a wheelchair because i know my weak legs can't take it anymore... Even right now, after sessions of intense sports, my knees would hurt just a little bit I still workout once in a while, still trying to get that leap i'm looking for to perform a Slam Dunk. No, no... just simple workouts i do at home, not at the gym where they do DEADLIFTS... i do simple squats and rope skipping. Not forgetting my forgetfulness as well Remembered that once i left my keys in the room and i locked the door. Before leaving the house, only realised:" Great, how do i lock the door when my keys are in