Average Dude =þ

I have never been to a concert before. Fortunate enough that my dad is a board member of the Malaysia Convention and Exhibition Bureau(MyCEB) and he has gotten free tickets. To begin with, concert tickets are expensive and I am not working yet. Hence, I cannot afford it and has never attended one and also partly because of the fear of going alone, I need "company". I mean, it would be better if somebody accompanied me to share the joy of watching one of your favourite singers or band perform right. The concert was scheduled to start at 8pm but even at 6pm, many of S.H.E fans could be seen outside the stadium waiting for their chance to enter. My family and I, being the "VIPs" got to enter much early and were treated to a simple buffet. It was kind of embarrassing because we were able to park so close to the entrance and it seemed like we were the only VIPs. As soon as we exit the car, everybody stared at us, trying to glimpse and see who these VIPs really w

Yes, summer has arrived, and it is a bit late to be announcing it now. But who cares, nobody reads this... It has been a month since I came back from the UK. Questions I have been encountering for the past month: "Eugene? Is that you?" (No, this is PATRICK!) "Eh, when you want to cut hair lar?" (I will not cut my hair, I have decided to keep it. It is as if I have found something, like an item, and I have decided to keep it, it belongs to me. You cannot take it away from me, go away...) "Hey Eugene, you are back already!" (No I am not back yet. This is only an illusion. In awhile, you will awake from your dream, all these are fake.) "When are you going back there again?" (I know I am not welcomed home, want me to leave soon? Well, I will not be returning to the UK anymore, I am back for good. Will continue to pursue my Masters in Engineering for one more year. Although I really wish I can go back to the UK, chances are it won&