For the rest of the year...

I will not eat for the rest of this year,
I will not drink for the rest of this year,
I will not use the toilet for the rest of this year,
I will sleep for the rest of this year,
And I will definately not eat pork for the rest of this year.....







All these because the year will end in about 20 minutes from now...... :)

A REALLY Random Post

Now, can ANY of you guess what this is for??
here's a hint: It is used for medical tests....
here's another view......





















Ok, If you haven't answered it yet, here's the answer:
















This container is used to collect your poop for samples in a medical exam..... :)
Still hungry??

FINALLY

FINALLY I managed to drag myself to write a post..... I'm just enjoying doing nothing now...... just eating, sleeping, online-ing and basically enjoying myself.. this is just to let all my form 5 friends know :)

First blog post in... not sure how long..... I think 3 months++

Yeap... this is my first blog post in a LOOOONG time... I writing this because I'm feeling lame. It is virtually impossible for me NOT to think about a lame joke whenever I see something normal. (ie, if I see a chicken, I say,"why did the chicken cross the road?"
Also, I'm under a weird spell... I talk in my sleep and HEAR it!!!!
I'm getting weirder and weirder, curiouser and curiouser......
Now, I shall walk away.
*Walks away*
No, wait, I'm feeling lame, so I shall hobble away...
*hobbles away*

Oh where, oh where, has my identity gone

Our identities define us. When asked about ourselves, we would mostly talk about where we find our identities. For example, some of us find our identities in our computers. Our internet lives are our identities. When asked, "who are you?", we launch into a long, and complete lecture on our lives online. Our 1,000,000 Facebook "friends" (of whom we personally know less than 1 percent). Our twitter posts, our blog posts, and our COMpost.....
To others, who they are is what they eat. When asked about themselves, they launch into a tirade about healthy foods, whether for or against.
And still others are finding their identities in something more dangerous. Friends. Who we hang out with and what we do when we hang out has ceased to be a product of us. Instead our friends and activities have DEFINED us. Why? Are we so insecure that we need our FRIENDS (who, most of the time, are just as insecure and immature as we are) to define us? Is the maxim that we quote, "everybody is different", just words that are incoherently mumbled out of our mouths for "proper" occasions?
It is normal and proper for a young person to want acceptance. As a matter of fact, a proper amount of the want of acceptance is healthy. However, it is important NOT to let this insecurity rule our lives. This will ultimately lead to our destruction. When the object that we find our identity is lost, broken, or destroyed, we lose our identity. We lose our purpose. We become confused. Why? Because the very thing that defines us is GONE. When that happens, we feel empty.
I have to confess, I too am insecure. Often, I slip and fall into the depths of emo-ness. But, there is one thing I know. If I am to have a secure and firm identity, it has to be found in someone that is eternal and cannot be lost, broken, or destroyed.

Awww......

It is not often that I am caught up by puppy, but this time I couldn't help myself. A couple of weeks back, outside my grandmother's house, I was just lazing with my family. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a streak of black. As it edged cautiously nearer to me, I couldn't help myself but I got onto my knees and started looking closer at the puppy. Without a trace of hesitation, it quickly walked to me. Disregarding all thoughts of hygiene, I started stroking the dog. Within moments, a mystical bond between man and dog formed....
Here are some pictures of it:



Somehow, That poor little thingy was so curious about my hand, feet, sandals, etc...

See what I mean?? It just didn't stop licking me..

I couldn't focus the phone camera properly... It was just too active

Hunter pose...

Anyway, after a while, we had to go in for dinner. Sadly, we had to leave the dog outside. First, it started gnawing at my grandmother's gate, then it started whining and yelping.... Sighs... What a pitiful creature. It tore my heart to see it so sad, but, after five minutes, it went off to get another victim...

I feel so melancholic when I remember that dog......

Unveiling the new blog for QLSH1991

Yes, you heard it right. The blog I have awaited so long to see is now active! Quincy Lee, 18-year-old photo-genius and animal master, now has a BLOGSPOT!!!! He decided to move away from his last site into this new one!!! HE ROX!
http://incy-quincy.blogspot.com