Thanks for all the joy you bring me.
First of all, thank you for reading this. You'll probably see your name below. If not, feel free to scream at me for forgetting via my chatbox. XD
If you see your name below, I want you to start a Thank You blog post of your own.
It is gonna take a lot of time (unless you're an ungrateful bastard =P), but think of the people you really need to appreciate and thank. Thank you.
If you see your name below, I want you to start a Thank You blog post of your own.
It is gonna take a lot of time (unless you're an ungrateful bastard =P), but think of the people you really need to appreciate and thank. Thank you.
Thank you, Ahpa and Meme. I am in Australia. I live a pretty good life.
Thank you, Hans. Nobody understands more of my non-decipherable codes and grunts more than you do.
Thank you, Ahma. Ling Yong when I have a fever, and homecooked meals. More than I could ever repay.
Thank you, Ah Kong. We never saw eye to eye on the dog issue, but thanks for saving me from primary school fevers in your yellow Kenari. And for caring so much but showing it in unconventional ways.
Thank you, Spike. You are the smiao-ly ball of brown fur that brings everyone joy. Hans will give you a bear-hug now.
Thank you, Max and Bobi. Both fiercely independant, hate taking baths. Bobi, you got me off the pacifier. Rest in peace. Max, we had some crazy times. Pop your left ear up the next time we cross paths in OUG, k?
Thank you, Hugo. Don't feel bad because I thank you after Spike. We have turned the world on its outward bellybutton and made ideas our intangible bitch. Identity crisis FTW, together we rise!
Thank you, Vic. Um. Yeah. Aw, yeah. Ungh.
Thank you, Kotew and Soo See kor kor. A&W, Lotus, morning jogs, and Uncle Walter's vet shop, I will always treasure.
Thank you, Wan Yee. Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch...seaweed, chocolate, snacks. =3 You prempted the Oreo craze. Respect. Remember the Jurassic Park dinosaurs we shot?
Thank you, Uncle Trevor and Boon See kor kor. "Going to uncle trevor's house" means a party in my mouth and everyone's invited. Maybe not Spike. I'm probably not the only one who is also very thankful Boon See kor kor has lost her Nuclear M.O.A.B (Mother of All Bombs) chao pui.
Thank you, Uncle Julian and Big kor kor. Even though I was rude sometimes, and we had some silly exchanges and shouting matches, I was still given Reeses buttercookies.
Thank you, Conor and Atalie. We shared some pretty crazy childhood stories. The contract that Conor signed is still on the metal cabinet. And I think Ahma's bed springs never really fully recovered from our trampoline madness. Such a shame we drifted apart.
Thank you, Henry, Brandon, Waverly, Aaron, Timmy, and Avery. The house just feels too quiet without the Hurricane 6. =D
Thank you, Yeung-Yang brothers, and...argh...I have a fever and sore throat now, can't list all... for 18 years of Saturday Night Fever!
Thank you, Uncle Gary. Owning a cyber cafe? Knowing the best strategies of the latest games? You are TOTALLY the cool uncle every kid gamer wants to have.
Thank you, Yean Yee and Uncle Kelvin. Always knew how to tell me and Hans to stop freaking out the kids.
Thank you, Pow Yee and Uncle Owen. For the cool and scary stories about the streets.
Thank you, Gua Ma and Gua Kong. Ang dao teng, and Gui Ling Go never tasted better.
Thank you, Suan Yee and Uncle Eric. Haha. Young enough to relate! =P
Thank you, Ting Yee and Uncle John. I miss the days when you'll occupy Ahpa's Saturday nights with amusing religious debates.
Thank you, Ah Ku. For showing me how to...truly appreciate football.
Thank you, Shanti. For reminding me that I are t3h AWESOME PfwNZ0RZ!!1
Thank you, Syed. You are, by far, the best duet partner I've had the honour to work with. Seriously, I've had another duet partner that is just so difficult to work with. Rock on, rock hard.
Thank you, Moi. You are...not the difficult partner I was talking about. Thanks for trusting me as we dove headfirst into the epic adventure that was Forensics. And Einstein is pronounced Eye-n-sty-n. Not anal-stain.
Thank you, Aiman. Perhaps the spiky haired quintessential struggling actor and the self-concious cunning linguistic smoking monkey shall cross paths again one day. May planet Earth brace herself for the shockwaves we will send down her deep, dark, crevices. Homer Simpson, RAB, and Cthulhu willing.
Thank you, Tasha. Mission Hollywood still alive, still ticking. Stay in touch, stay in talk.
Thank you, Lianne. For being all ears to issues I'd really rather not mention here.
Thank you, Ying. For hot tea. Cool conversations. And luke warm company. With my bad memory. =P
Thank you, Marvin. For being the obnoxious, monster-fragging, England-speaking, lovable Johnny boy that you are. =P But we sing, sing without a reason!
Thank you, Surrej. For being the walking embodiment of the Anti-Christ! Muahahahaha! Remember the condom you found in your pencil box?
Thank you, Denise. For going crazy with me. Le Penise. Though you probably won't read this far.
Thank you, Kim. For brightening up my day. Virtually literally.
Thank you, Mel Violin. For the tear shredding violin skills. And for laughing with me, when everyone else is laughing at us.
Thank you, Funshine Bear. I still don't know who you are, but I like you! =)
Thank you, Jill. For the drama times and That-Which-We-Shall-Not-Speak-Of.
Thank you, Rachel Yong. For calming me down when I start berzerker ranting. And for Friends.
Thank you, Bryan. For the photoshop lessons, the rocket-jumps, the uber-charges, and the ever resounding cries of PUSSY MEOW MEOW, PUSSY MEOW MEOW!!
Thank you, Encik Balan from Sri Sentosa 2003 and Zhong lau shi from Jalan Davidson 2002. You've shown me that intelligence, responsibility, and wisdom may have an inverse relationship with age. There are 5 students in the classroom, 7 of them leave. How many students are left? 2 donuts and a moustache.
Thank you, Cik Kok. For believing in my Ahli Pak collar pin design. Until the manufacturer screwed it up. And for getting my head stitched up.
Thank you, Mr Chong. For the 4 and a half years of company and art lessons. I may have forgotten most of it by now. XD JB with a bag of peanuts and blueberry vodka.
Thank you, Khei Lie. For my special last day in Sri Sentosa involving a plastic ruler. And that game we used to play that involved a dice. ;)
Thank you, Wei Guan. For practically being my only Sri Sentosa friend. And for the cat hunts we will never regret!
Thank you, Justin Sperm. For not smacking me for repeatedly calling you that. The music, the madness, and the watermelons we shared will be a significant part of my Perth experience.
Thank you, Kohei. For going along with the 'Justin Sperm' thing. For showing me that humility and thought before speech is an admirable quality. Show me around Japan one day, yeah?
*Double fist bump*
Thank you, Anders. For the beers, and the cheers, and the times when Gustave just loses it and trips balls.
Thank you, June. We had fun with Fatigus. Nyah.
Thank you, Amanda. For friendship. The green thumb drive. And tea set. =)
Thank you, John Lin. Bersama-sama berbrother-brother. And for passing on The Sacred Art of Instant Noodle Perfection.
Thank you, Kang Sheng. For showing me the darkness concealed by the blinding light.
Thank you, Sylvia. For liking The Hush Sound and being the other crazy kid running around laughing and screaming. Looks like I'm not alone.
Thank you, Lindley. For also liking The Hush Sound. And BEING THE ONLY HARDCORE FEMALE LEFT4DEAD PLAYER I KNOW. OOO-RAH! TAAAAANK!!
Thank you, Gloria. For the nice talks in the cold wind. And, hopefully, for the brownies. =)
Thank you, Gen. For being the torch that shines brighter yet in the enveloping darkness.
Thank you, Evan. For the war talks. Some of fights not physical.
Thank you, Icee. For teaching me how to fly. Far, far away from the little boxes on the hillside. Without falling fatally to the ground. And for the best kind of jump jump sing song!
Thank you, Bolster. You keep me warm and make me feel safe in this cold, dry, PMS-ing weather. I will name you soon.
Thank you all, for the person that I am today.
Why am I writing this? I just realised there is so much to love, appreciate, explore, play with, and be thankful for in this twisted, vicious, unforgiving world. I have to sleep now. Camomille, Liquorice, and Green Tea are waging a war with Running Nose and Sore Throat.
Thank you, Hans. Nobody understands more of my non-decipherable codes and grunts more than you do.
Thank you, Ahma. Ling Yong when I have a fever, and homecooked meals. More than I could ever repay.
Thank you, Ah Kong. We never saw eye to eye on the dog issue, but thanks for saving me from primary school fevers in your yellow Kenari. And for caring so much but showing it in unconventional ways.
Thank you, Spike. You are the smiao-ly ball of brown fur that brings everyone joy. Hans will give you a bear-hug now.
Thank you, Max and Bobi. Both fiercely independant, hate taking baths. Bobi, you got me off the pacifier. Rest in peace. Max, we had some crazy times. Pop your left ear up the next time we cross paths in OUG, k?
Thank you, Hugo. Don't feel bad because I thank you after Spike. We have turned the world on its outward bellybutton and made ideas our intangible bitch. Identity crisis FTW, together we rise!
Thank you, Vic. Um. Yeah. Aw, yeah. Ungh.
Thank you, Kotew and Soo See kor kor. A&W, Lotus, morning jogs, and Uncle Walter's vet shop, I will always treasure.
Thank you, Wan Yee. Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch...seaweed, chocolate, snacks. =3 You prempted the Oreo craze. Respect. Remember the Jurassic Park dinosaurs we shot?
Thank you, Uncle Trevor and Boon See kor kor. "Going to uncle trevor's house" means a party in my mouth and everyone's invited. Maybe not Spike. I'm probably not the only one who is also very thankful Boon See kor kor has lost her Nuclear M.O.A.B (Mother of All Bombs) chao pui.
Thank you, Uncle Julian and Big kor kor. Even though I was rude sometimes, and we had some silly exchanges and shouting matches, I was still given Reeses buttercookies.
Thank you, Conor and Atalie. We shared some pretty crazy childhood stories. The contract that Conor signed is still on the metal cabinet. And I think Ahma's bed springs never really fully recovered from our trampoline madness. Such a shame we drifted apart.
Thank you, Henry, Brandon, Waverly, Aaron, Timmy, and Avery. The house just feels too quiet without the Hurricane 6. =D
Thank you, Yeung-Yang brothers, and...argh...I have a fever and sore throat now, can't list all... for 18 years of Saturday Night Fever!
Thank you, Uncle Gary. Owning a cyber cafe? Knowing the best strategies of the latest games? You are TOTALLY the cool uncle every kid gamer wants to have.
Thank you, Yean Yee and Uncle Kelvin. Always knew how to tell me and Hans to stop freaking out the kids.
Thank you, Pow Yee and Uncle Owen. For the cool and scary stories about the streets.
Thank you, Gua Ma and Gua Kong. Ang dao teng, and Gui Ling Go never tasted better.
Thank you, Suan Yee and Uncle Eric. Haha. Young enough to relate! =P
Thank you, Ting Yee and Uncle John. I miss the days when you'll occupy Ahpa's Saturday nights with amusing religious debates.
Thank you, Ah Ku. For showing me how to...truly appreciate football.
Thank you, Shanti. For reminding me that I are t3h AWESOME PfwNZ0RZ!!1
Thank you, Syed. You are, by far, the best duet partner I've had the honour to work with. Seriously, I've had another duet partner that is just so difficult to work with. Rock on, rock hard.
Thank you, Moi. You are...not the difficult partner I was talking about. Thanks for trusting me as we dove headfirst into the epic adventure that was Forensics. And Einstein is pronounced Eye-n-sty-n. Not anal-stain.
Thank you, Aiman. Perhaps the spiky haired quintessential struggling actor and the self-concious cunning linguistic smoking monkey shall cross paths again one day. May planet Earth brace herself for the shockwaves we will send down her deep, dark, crevices. Homer Simpson, RAB, and Cthulhu willing.
Thank you, Tasha. Mission Hollywood still alive, still ticking. Stay in touch, stay in talk.
Thank you, Lianne. For being all ears to issues I'd really rather not mention here.
Thank you, Ying. For hot tea. Cool conversations. And luke warm company. With my bad memory. =P
Thank you, Marvin. For being the obnoxious, monster-fragging, England-speaking, lovable Johnny boy that you are. =P But we sing, sing without a reason!
Thank you, Surrej. For being the walking embodiment of the Anti-Christ! Muahahahaha! Remember the condom you found in your pencil box?
Thank you, Denise. For going crazy with me. Le Penise. Though you probably won't read this far.
Thank you, Kim. For brightening up my day. Virtually literally.
Thank you, Mel Violin. For the tear shredding violin skills. And for laughing with me, when everyone else is laughing at us.
Thank you, Funshine Bear. I still don't know who you are, but I like you! =)
Thank you, Jill. For the drama times and That-Which-We-Shall-Not-Speak-Of.
Thank you, Rachel Yong. For calming me down when I start berzerker ranting. And for Friends.
Thank you, Bryan. For the photoshop lessons, the rocket-jumps, the uber-charges, and the ever resounding cries of PUSSY MEOW MEOW, PUSSY MEOW MEOW!!
Thank you, Encik Balan from Sri Sentosa 2003 and Zhong lau shi from Jalan Davidson 2002. You've shown me that intelligence, responsibility, and wisdom may have an inverse relationship with age. There are 5 students in the classroom, 7 of them leave. How many students are left? 2 donuts and a moustache.
Thank you, Cik Kok. For believing in my Ahli Pak collar pin design. Until the manufacturer screwed it up. And for getting my head stitched up.
Thank you, Mr Chong. For the 4 and a half years of company and art lessons. I may have forgotten most of it by now. XD JB with a bag of peanuts and blueberry vodka.
Thank you, Khei Lie. For my special last day in Sri Sentosa involving a plastic ruler. And that game we used to play that involved a dice. ;)
Thank you, Wei Guan. For practically being my only Sri Sentosa friend. And for the cat hunts we will never regret!
Thank you, Justin Sperm. For not smacking me for repeatedly calling you that. The music, the madness, and the watermelons we shared will be a significant part of my Perth experience.
Thank you, Kohei. For going along with the 'Justin Sperm' thing. For showing me that humility and thought before speech is an admirable quality. Show me around Japan one day, yeah?
*Double fist bump*
Thank you, Anders. For the beers, and the cheers, and the times when Gustave just loses it and trips balls.
Thank you, June. We had fun with Fatigus. Nyah.
Thank you, Amanda. For friendship. The green thumb drive. And tea set. =)
Thank you, John Lin. Bersama-sama berbrother-brother. And for passing on The Sacred Art of Instant Noodle Perfection.
Thank you, Kang Sheng. For showing me the darkness concealed by the blinding light.
Thank you, Sylvia. For liking The Hush Sound and being the other crazy kid running around laughing and screaming. Looks like I'm not alone.
Thank you, Lindley. For also liking The Hush Sound. And BEING THE ONLY HARDCORE FEMALE LEFT4DEAD PLAYER I KNOW. OOO-RAH! TAAAAANK!!
Thank you, Gloria. For the nice talks in the cold wind. And, hopefully, for the brownies. =)
Thank you, Gen. For being the torch that shines brighter yet in the enveloping darkness.
Thank you, Evan. For the war talks. Some of fights not physical.
Thank you, Icee. For teaching me how to fly. Far, far away from the little boxes on the hillside. Without falling fatally to the ground. And for the best kind of jump jump sing song!
Thank you, Bolster. You keep me warm and make me feel safe in this cold, dry, PMS-ing weather. I will name you soon.
Thank you all, for the person that I am today.
Why am I writing this? I just realised there is so much to love, appreciate, explore, play with, and be thankful for in this twisted, vicious, unforgiving world. I have to sleep now. Camomille, Liquorice, and Green Tea are waging a war with Running Nose and Sore Throat.
X to the O, to the niggers in the hood.
