My little brother is more popular than me

Almost everyone has a facebook account.

My siblings, and even my parents!!

I have a brother who now studied in Kampar, Perak. (Mana lagi, UTAR la, cina semua suka UTAR).

I used to tell my mum that i am kinda worried about him, as unlike me, he never left home to study abroad before.

You learnt about all sort of things happen. Students commit suicide because of broken relationships, friend's betrayal and so on and so on.

Being a quite guy, i don't really know how well he would cope with it.

But i was damn wrong.

One single phot and received 46 "Likes"

Then when i posted something which is super-meaningful...

I got 3.

Including my brother.

Ma de, this shows that my little bro is more popular than me.

I can shove my head into the toilet bowl now.
 

Are you from Sains Miri?

"Are you from Sains Miri?"

WTF.

I was playing badminton with my colleague one day when this one guy suddenly popped out this question.

It is normal that i used to bumped into a lot of ex-uniten friends and we still could recognize each other, but secondary school, thats weird.

It is weird because in my boarding school, unlike public school when you walk out from your compound, you go back home.

But in boarding school, you literally FLEW back home, as our school used to have many students who came from different different part of the state. (Did i mentioned before that i am from Sarawak?)

Which also means upon graduation, it is damn dog-shit-lucky to bump into each other again, especially after 10 long years.

I would have thought that when my pimples has gone, hair became smarter, i would look different compared to when i am in secondary school.

But when my sec school friends saw me (i mean on facebook), their comments will be like:

"Wow you never changed at all!!"

Ma de. I became more handsome ok.

Back to this guy, at first i doubt that he is a Sains-rian too. But when he started to mentioned about the life in the boarding school, i just came to think that if he is lying, he would have the whole encyclopedia about Sains Miri read over and over again.

We started to chat about those days and we all came to one conclusion.

Why did we join a boarding school in a first place? It is not cool. I became more like a Malay than a chinese. I talked like one, behaved like one. Heck i even can answer almost 80% of the Pendidikan Islam subject question!

Even my coconut shell-hairstyle looked like one as my mum used to tell me.

Then the best part is, he asked me when i left, i told him i studied for full 5 years there.

His reaction was like *showing a f**K sign and laughing like a mad man who think he just met another mad man on the street.

"I left after 3 years!! I went to public school and my godness, it is like f**king heavan man!! What makes you stay there for so long!!"

That triggered me, ya hor, why would i chose to stay on when i have the chance to leave it all behind after 3 years?

One conclusion, i love that life. I missed the life of breaking people's locker, showering with a pants on, (because, eherm, too big)  lining up for the water kettle, and also the "ikan besi" from the food hall.

Oh ya, and the coconut shell hairstyle.

Grade one on the side, and leave the rest grow.



 

It is a...

Anyone of you who can figure out what is this thing?

I bet most of you can't. Not even for the people with the IQ of 180.

This is one of the most important piece of shit in my life!

Clue: Whenever i sleep, i will have to put this thing on.

Yes it is an eye mask.

Well different people has different kind of character. Some people love to sleep in bright condition, and some people, like me, enjoy the total darkness.

Whenever i travel i would bring along this mask. Just little amount of light would have just ruin my sleep whole night long.

But then again, the weird thing is that if i were to sleep in a hotel, i could sleep with all the lights and tv on! I don't know why. It is just my nature.


My friends used to tell me it looks like a tampon.

But a black tampon? I don't think you can find it anywhere.

Just hope my mum will not mistaken it as tampon when she drop by my house one day, although the instruction manual noted that it is washable.

God Bless.