When I was one year old, my mother asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. It was after typing this blatant lie that I realized I didn't learn to speak until I was what, two and a half years old-ish? Whimsy aside, I want to dedicate this section of this entire web client module project thingamajika to the two people that had the greatest honor of being the parents of yours truly, and to say a word of thanks for the lifetime I've had the pleasure of enjoying alongside and for the years to come. In retrospect, my mother has come to be one of an extremely loving, caring and all those sweet synonyms you can possibly think of. She is a person who takes pride in being the best she can be at everything including her job, her family life, and her attention to detail when she checks my room for cleanliness (of course there's blankets everywhere). My father, on the other hand, as passionate as he can be about life is a fun-fuelled counterpart of his wife. At times when I find myself doing crazy acts of capriciousness (like 200% of the time according to human nature), I would come to realize the day after that I am no match to the man who would be my father, when I wake up to a man dressed up ready to go to the beach using a pot as a makedo guitar and making a so-so impression of guitar riffs (more like balloons deflating). Their story is one that I would come to learn a lot from. When my parents first met, no one grandparent of mine (their parents of course) would come to an agreement to their union. Long story short, the two would come to be an unstoppable force when it came to their first-born and only-born in fact, moi. When the dust had settled, all I knew was that I had the dictionary definition of 'badass' as my parents. So to the parents of my favourite person alive (me), thank you for everything that you've endured and faced, and congratulations for finding each other to share your agreements and arguments. El respeto.
La Otra Familia
Los parientes nos los da el azar, pero elegimos a los amigos. The difference between family and friends is that we get to choose our friends. This is the section of every personal blog where the writers would stand up, pace left and right, walk out to their balconies before returning to their seat, fingers ghosting above a familiar set of keys and eventually falling asleep after staring at their black notepads for a solid two and a half hours. In the first hour of the second day, these writers would come to realize that it was perpetually impossible to write a couple of sentences and provide simple anecdotes about their truest friends. In truth, it should be deemed impossible to even talk about the friends you have in your life. Words nor texts would do anything close to justice for the grand experiences that any person himself/herself have come to share with his/her companions. Happiness, sadness, grief, excitement, envy, disgust, surprise, wonder, love and so much more. These feelings do not even come to describe any sole experience or event that has passed, but rather a single journey peppered with said feelings. Welcome to the section that has taken me possibly the longest time to conceive whilst freezing in the corner of a Starbucks having just finished eating a cheesecake that I had to order against my will in fear that I will be kicked out of the establishment under the guise of a freeloader. Here's La Otra Familia. The Other Family.
Second favourite person in the world (the first being me, of course), the craziest and most fun person I've had the life to know. Upon making this statement I've come to realize that it has been a hell of a long time since I've called her by her actual name. Most of the time it's 'Shortie' or 'Shortstuff'. There was a time when I could never relate to anything in life, let alone anyone else, and somehow in her company, I've managed to find myself. She's crazy about makeup, crazy about plasters, crazy about Moomin (that albino mouthless yeti looking thingy), and crazy about life. For a person who's apparently crazy enough to dedicate a whole academic module to his favourite people in his life, there's just some times when you just need another crazy in your life, and Shortie brings that to the table. Words do no justice to describe what an (actually) amazing person she is and crazily enough, inspiring. I have never been one to believe in artistically redundant concepts such as having a "best friend", but if I were to give the title to absolutely anyone at all, it would be Shortie, whose real name I shall not disclose out of sheer respect. Here's to the human definition of 'crazy' (the 9th time I'm using that word in this passage yes), and the spiritual definition of "best friend". 7467843.
Meet Timothy, purveyor of the finest wining and dining of all the wines and dines in town (and by that I mean uniqlo sweatshirts and pull and bear jackets), the drummer whose residence no one knows, the man, the myth, the legend. One of the cooles-est people that I know who will willingly (probably not after 3 hours) spend his entire life savings on a pair of chelsea boots. Speaking of chelsea boots, here's a story. 4 weeks before the birthday of a young lad named Timothy, there had been two conspiritors who had a brilliant plan to present the lad with a glorious gift of celebration. But there was one little problem: his gift was yet to be decided due to the unknown nature of Timothy himself and his unpredictability for wonder. A week later, a solution presented itself, as Timothy chanted the very words that turned the tides around. "Blah blah chelsea boots blah" (i forgot what he said). Suddenly, the smarter of the conspiritors (obviously me) had an epiphany. The conspirators then proceeded to work on their marvellous idea to discover the shoe size of the young lad before purchasing the finest pair of chelsea boots known to man. It was only fitting that a gift of such grandeur be wrapped in packaging that was nothing but perfection, so the conspirators decided to conceive a designer bag from the scratchest of scratches. Finally, on the day of his birthday, when the young lad received his gift, he realized that the true gift was not the chelsea boots he very much desired, but rather the gift of a Mercedes Benz E-Class Sedan. The most intelligent E-Class family of all time welcomes a powerful new member to the dynasty. The E400 Sedan model arrives this year, boasting a 3.0L V6 biturbo engine producing 329 hp and 354 lb-ft of torque — the same powertrain that currently drives its E400 Coupe, Cabriolet and 4MATIC Wagon cousins. Paired with the 9-G-TRONIC 9-Speed automatic transmission and DYNAMIC SELECT, it promises a bracingly smooth way to experience uncommon luxury. Naturally, the 2018 E400 Sedan continues the tradition of E-Class brilliance. Harmonizing advanced automotive intelligence with awe-inspiring interior design, its first-class furnished cabin puts our advanced vehicle systems right at your fingertips — even as its world-class innovations continue to push the boundaries of what's possible in the world of automotive intelligence. "Car-to-X" Communication enables the E-Class to exchange information with similarly equipped vehicles — effectively allowing it to "see" around corners and through obstacles to detect potential hazards. Driver Assistance Systems — including Active Distance Assist DISTRONIC®, Active Steering Assist and Active Lane Change Assist — feature intelligent cruise control: They help keep you between the lines, and can even help you shift between them. Inside, the E-Class cabin provides an environment of pure comfort and responsive technology. Flowing lines and vibrant screens provide a striking visual display, while touch controls, aromatherapy and tailored seats indulge all of your senses at once. It's a vehicle that demands to be driven, and more than lives up to the dream. Look for the E400 4MATIC Sedan at your Mercedes-Benz dealership this winter, with an MSRP of $58,900.
The most extroverted introvert that I've had the honor of speaking to. Meet Aileen, my psychoanalytic, overthinking, stubborn and quiet older sister from another mother. This is the one friend that has taught me more things about the quieter side of life and the aptitude to embrace it. This is the friend who's presented a deeply analytical and questionably fashionable mirror image of myself to think about. This is the one person that has made me realize that I don't have to despise people that share any similar instristic qualities to me, but rather share the problems of my past and discuss the plans of my future with. As an upbeat and expressive extrovert bastard that I am, this person has given me the quiet confidence to take on the role of a less attention-driven but more of an attentive-to-detail individual. My profound interest in psychological analysis can also be said to partially attribute to her presence and words that have provided me with a medium to be able to observe, listen and note, instead of sheer reckless thinking and doing. This is Aileen, one of the most logical and interesting people I've come to make an impression on and an impression of. Frijol pequeño alto.
Keith is the kind of guy who would order a chair from the internet and attempt to build it himself only to give up after an hour to grab some Fat Boy's burgers. To some people, he is the genuine type of guy who stays true to his hobbies and interest, and would put his passion above all else. One can only imagine the possibilies if his passion for the fine art of information security was as strong as his contempt for nearly three quarters of the Southeast-Asian population. Keith has a profound sense of humor that exceeds the traditional standards of classic comedy, finding entertainment in the demise of others and seeking pleasure in videos where the amplitude of sound produced becomes exponentially larger as the recording goes on. As unorthodox as his human nature may be, he was the first youth in Asia to take a standpoint in the eyes of medicine. To treat oneself of sore throats, one must submit himself to the consumption of fried chicken and other unhealthy and greasy morsels. In his defense (of the ancients), he still achieved a greater GPA than me in the first semester and as such, I am subjecting myself to no further acts of whimsical whispers we call "trash talking". In conclusion, he's still one of the most passion-driven and achieving nigiris I've had the chance of knowing. Gnome Pnome Anome.
This one's scared of lightning. No like seriously, she vibrates about a fixed position at the sight of lightning flashing across her peripheral vision. One thing I've learned from overdosing on neomycin, bacitracin and amylocaine hydrochloride is that while one is still breathing, one must come to appreciate the humility of life and the people that brings that to the table. Charissa is, out of many other things, a committed and generally cheerful Doraemon-doppelganger, and she reflects that honest level of humility that I've come to speak of. If there's one person to trust in printing services, it's Charissa. On the 3rd day of our freshmen orientation programme, she has been the first to take initiative when it came to bringing the class closer together, and from then on, it was history. The conception of majority of what we come to know as La Otra Familia may not have been possible without her, and as such, there is credit to be found where credit is due. Free Free.
This here is my favourite Malaysian, a professional Milo maker, and one of the closest people in La Otra Familia that I've discovered. Surprisingly enough with that being said, we have never actually met face to face in reality, but you know, sometimes when you're bored you can literally just ring him up and get his face to somehow appear on your screen alongside two of the fluffiest cats I've seen in my life. That's the beauty of globalisation. I still remember vaguely but somehow clearly (what) the day I knew of his existence. In the beginning he was just another guy in the Discord server that was just, there y'know? I never really noticed his presence until somehow we started talking about the one interest we both shared: music. Seriously, music DOES connect quite literally. In the beginning it was just fun and games and clean trash talk. Nearly a year since that beginning, we have shared countless bigoted jokes and probably enough tea to sink the Maldives. This guy that's acting fly and all in the photo (whose face I didn't bleach out because of how step it is), is the same guy who stays up to kingdom come to either watch Japanese animated films or listen to me whine about how boring life is. The realest g. Stay true to yoself homeboy.