Moving Colours

Weather seems to have been insane over the course of the year thus far. Just the other day when I was driving home (at a chilling 12 degrees Celsius, may I add), I noticed that the sky was bright, yet deep, blue and the trees on either side of the road was tattered and worn out. Colours of light green, yellow, and various shades of orange danced playfully to the wind. Flickering, some eventually gave way and floated to the ground. Watching those fiery leaves burn out one by one is probably one of the most magnificent views autumn has to offer. Normally, I would slow down and watch the playful street of trees sway to the symphony of the wind...or whatever I have playing on the radio. However, the chilling edge of the air gave me a sad reminder: autumn was coming to an end.

Fiery and full of energy towards the end of the year. The leaves drop like phoenix feathers...re-birthing in 3 short months.

Autumn was always my favourite season; winter was too cold, summer was too hot, and spring had hay fever. Autumn was just right. A nice cool breeze blowing through the window whilst you sit back and sip on that coffee.

Personally, I believe that sitting at a cafe listening to blues or jazz, and inhaling the dark aroma of coffee is best accompanied with the orange leaves.

With an occasional ice cream.

The thought that winter is robbing my favourite past times and replacing it with exams truly saddens me. I guess I will have to replace the vibrant colours of nature with musky old buildings of the city.

 

So what is your favourite season dearest readers?

- Pui.x

The Adventures of Pui #1

Once upon a nighttime, Pui was diligently, as ever, working on procrastination.

When suddenly, the doorbell rang.
DING DONG! or however doorbells ring where you live. You know, just imagine it.

Pui looked up. Strange, no one ever comes at this our. So he went to open the door.

Pui was startled! Someone was at the door! Well of course, someone HAD to ring his doorbell after all. But Pui had never seen this person before in his life. He looked intimidating.

He had muscles...

and was very tall.

"Hey little person" He said with a loud scarey booming voice. "Wanna join my karate club we're doing promos and what not"

Now, keep in mind that he was very tall and intimidating and very tall.

I would draw another picture to show you how tall he was but you should get the idea. So this is what Pui heard: "I have come to eat your kidneys and before I take them I would like some ketchup"

But then Pui heard the word "PROMO". GOD DAMN IT. I have enough telemarketing people already I don't need a knock on your door version of that!

So Pui summoned up all his courage and said: NO!

But the guy was intimidating with muscles and being tall so Pui let him in the house anyway and had to listen to an hour of his promotion which failed to sell.

And so, Pui continued to waste his life on procrastination.

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A tad of vanity

Hey guys, the moral of the story above was that people who do martial arts are intimidating.

How has everyone been? Since my last update, I redyed my hair red! Unfortunately it doesn't come out great on camera, so all the pictures I have look brown.

Anyhow, this is my hair prior to it being cut.

And this is a picture of it with my friend Arthur at his graduation! Grats man!

If you look hard enough where the sunlight hits my hair, you can see that it's red! How do you like it?





-Pui.x

Simplicity

Hello dear readers! I know it's been over half a year since my last update, but rest assured, I have not forgotten the blogosphere! Life has just been hectic over this period of time and much sleep has been lost within the time I've disappeared. For those who have followed in the past and decided out of the whim to take a look again, you would already be familiar with the fact that I'm a young adult preparing the end of his education and stepping into the 'real world' of adults.

Damn the real world of adults.

Apparently a figment of children's imagination

Thankfully, I have yet to step into the scarey real world. Unfortunately, I am a little too old to fit into the pretty looking 'world of children'. Kinda stuck somewhere in between...

That's me...cept I'm asian and not a girl

Apart from the fact that the pictures above was probably one of the worst representations of such an important phase in life, what does remain true is that life gets busier. The time you use to use to surf pointless forums, downloading pictures of your new favourite boy/girl band of the month becomes less and less. Slowly you begin to cry out in distress, life is so packed and stressful, where is the time to do pointless things on the internet?

I WANT TO WASTE TIME ON THE NET!

So perhaps the lack of time to be able to wasted away isn't exactly a reason as to why so much stress builds up as you age but insufficient time to relax is. We've all heard the saying "Stop and smell a rose" but quite frankly, sometimes finding a rose to smell is pretty difficult. So I've compiled a list on some of the things you don't have to go out of your busy schedule to do.

Unless you're a baby

Looking out the window

Yes. Unless you live in a maximum security confinement prison thing you will bound to come across windows throughout your day. I don't mean stare blankly out the window either. PAUSE for a while and admire the bird flying peacefully in the sky before cursing under your breathe when it shits on your car. Enjoy the sunshine, admire the wondrous patterns the grey clouds make on a cloudy day, mesmerize yourself into calming rain drops. Appreciate the architecture nearby, the cracks on the walls, the dents on the road, the weed and the webs hanging off the lamp.

Breathing

Something a majority of us take for-granted. You don't have to be on your death bed to appreciate the fact that breathing means you're alive. Try this. Stop breathing. Manually stop breathing. Then when you can't hold it anymore slowly take a deep breath. Don't gasp for air like you almost drowned. Breathe in. S l o w l y. Close your eyes if you need to, and feel the air filling your lungs. Not only does it help you appreciate such a simple automated task, it would also help you calm down. So readers, breathe. Just. Breathe.

Listen

Something that, unless you're deaf, you cannot manually stop doing. However, the human brain miraculously learns to selectively block out things it doesn't wish to hear. Stop blocking out the sounds around you. The rain drops hitting the window pane, the constant tapping of the keyboard, the birds chirping outside, the horrible ringtone the young teenage girl has. Slow down and L I S T E N. Sometimes the most interesting stories stem off the most boring repetitive sounds around you.

Personally, I like to do all these things during a late night drive, with the radio turned up high.

So dear readers, how's your life treating you? Stressed? Look out the window of your world. Breathe the air of that world. Listen and feel the surroundings. Don't forget that it's the smallest things in life which makes life livable.

-Pui.x

Road Rage

If you live in a western country, then chances are, you'll learn how to drive a vehicle. If you learn to drive a vehicle, chances are...it'd be a car. As of late, I realised what a massive hypocrite I am when it comes to road rules and manners. Even if you don't have a license I'm sure you also understand, being the fellow backseat driver that 90% of us are.


Turning Into a Freeway
The adrenaline rush that comes with the ability accelerate to 100 (or 120) km/h. It can't get better than that when there is no cars near you before and after you merge. It's that 2-3 seconds of freedom to go beserk without having to worry about getting caught by cops hiding from nearby bushes.

If you understand that feeling, then you also understand that feeling when there's a car next to you, also trying to merge into the freeway. It would be fine normally...but, they're trying to take your place. How dare they? Trying to rob your freedom of speeding. In fact, they probably have a better car with a better engine.

They even have sunglasses.

But you don't want to give your position to that obviously better car. So what do you do? You push your car hoping it would go faster. But it doesn't. Face it. A girly car like Toyota Yaris isn't going to out accelerate a Skyline.

Seriously, why are you trying?

But the hypocrisy? Where does that come in? When you're the one who has an edge over the other car. Sure you're still using the girly Yaris, but this time you're up against a 1973 Ford Laser. Yep, being an average tight ass, you just overtook their cereal box on wheels.

But that's not the worst part. The worst part is, chances are, this is all happening during peak hour traffic. Meaning, the freeway is probably congested and the cars in front of you are traveling at 10km/hr or even not moving. Idiots, wasted fuel to fight over an insignificant position only to halt dead in your tracks.


Weaving Through Traffic
Ah...who isn't guilty of this? For those who raised their hands physically or in their hands, I don't believe you. Even deep inside as a passenger you were thinking "Omg overtake that stupid car".

Many times the past few weeks have I been stuck in peak hour traffic, waiting for the moving cars in the lane next to mine to run out so I can switch lanes. And after 10 long seconds, my patience is rewarded, the moving cars disappear. That's when it hits. Everything slows down, mocking me. In the corner of my eye, I see the car behind me from my rear view mirror. It changes lane faster than me. And by the time they've finished, the traffic flow is resumed.

How dare he/she deny me of my patience? It's almost like they think I'm the Fountain of Patience. No! Patience doesn't magically grow on trees. I only had 10 seconds of it and you used it!

At the same time, I feel a great feeling of dominance when I do the same to my fellow drivers. But it's ok, I'm only reaping my 10 lost seconds of patience from the last time someone stole it from me.


Jay Walkers
I don't know where the term comes from but I hate them. Perhaps it's different in other countries but in Australia, at least in Melbourne, people are like the Gods of the road. It doesn't matter if they materialized right infront of you. If you hit them, they can press charges.

I categorize them into a few categories: the dasher, the statue, the old lady, and the crowd.

Let's start by having a look at the statue. These people like to stand in the middle of the lanes, nonchalantly. It's almost like they're challenging me to run them over and score 100 points but land in jail. You'd probably say, "Just avoid them, they're in plain sight and aren't even moving." Unfortunately, this particular breed tend to be more abundant during night time. And yes, they're wearing dark clothing.

Next, there is the dasher. Perhaps they view this as an extreme sport, or perhaps they actually want you to run them over, but whatever the explanation, this breed of jay walkers like to wait until you're close enough to hit your brakes hard when you see them dashing in front of you.

Then you have the crowd. At a young age, we're all taught that there is safety in numbers. Apparently, people get too comfortable with this idea and take it on to the roads. Though technically speaking 2 is not a crowd, as my reader you should not question my logic and just nod affirmative when I tell you that 2+ people jay walking at the same time is The Crowd.

These believe they gain invulnerability when they are no longer one, but many. However, The Crowd is not a seperate breed of jay walkers. They're simply a category of delusional social behavior that jay walkers display. That is to say, you can have a crowd of statues. Or even worse. A crowd of half statues and half dashers. Much like penguins.

A crowd of jay walking penguins.

 Finally, you have the old lady. Not disrespecting any elderly people here. In fact, I have done volunteering work to help out at nurseries. However, being elderly does not give you invulnerability to incoming traffic. You would probably die faster than any other jay walker. Yet, the old lady (or the old man if subject is a male) would casually stroll out at a snails pace across 6 lanes of traffic. If being old makes you invulnerable to dying via physical impacts...then I want to be old.

In all due respect, it does make my day when I've been waiting for 5 minutes at the Give Way sign when a random jay walker appears to block the incoming traffic for me.

-Pui.x

Such is Life

So, due to personal reasons and the intensity of final year of undergraduate uni, I have been completely ignoring the blogosphere. My bad guys, my bad.

I also realize this means I have to go back on the promise that I would sketch the next few blogs. However, I will slip in a few here and there. Let's get rolling though:


Why Guys Shouldn't do Errands. 

Sure, there have been a lot of sexist jokes about how when guys are sent off to grab something in a shopping centre, they get it over and done with in 10 minutes where as girls would most likely to take 2-3 hours.

Good laugh, sure. But reality isn't like that with guys.

Case 1: Buying Groceries

The other day mother asked me to go buy some cucumbers 'cause she was making some sushi that night. Now I've seen a cucumber before, I've eaten a cucumber before. I felt pretty damn confident that I can locate a cucumber or 2 and purchase it without fail.

 For all you fellow readers that have had a similar experience with something like capsicum will understand. No deal. It's a trap. I walked into to the supermarket, confidence alarmingly high. My first mistake was thinking that zucchinis were cucumbers. I headed right for them disguised vegetables and lifted one up to examine it. That's when I noticed the sign behind the vegetable said Zucchini. I panicked. What is wrong with you food? The next few cucumber like objects that I examined were all different looking zucchinis!

Really? You can tell a difference? I still can't.

After searching frantically for another 5 minutes, I located the cucumber section. Thought I was safe and breathed a breath of relief. As I approached I realized my fears just began. There were small chubby ones, then there were long thin ones. To make things worse, I didn't know how to pick out a good cucumber.

There was only one thing to do in a situation like this.

Guys, they're easily overwhelmed by the diversity of different fruit and vegetables. Please don't crash our systems.

Case 2: Buying Snacks for Camp
Snacks and junk food! How can guys get this wrong? We can't. You're right, but this is what happens when you leave two guys and a clueless girl to buy things for camp.

Before we could get to the candy section my girl had caught up to us with such an expression.

Apparently if we eat too much junk food we'll get cavities. Who knew?!

Case 3: Going to a Store that They don't Usually Visit

-Pui.x