So, you want to know more about me, eh? Well, I don't really know what stuff you guys want... For starters, here's some recent observations, and some stories of the past... {ahh, isn't reminiscing fun! It just makes me feel older :( } Anyway, i'll put something useless and irrelevant up here every now and again :)
Well, when I was designing this lovely homepage, I needed a few pictures. Looking around in my room, I found this old poster, that had my name written on it. "Yay, so what?" you say. Well, this rough signature is the picture at the top of the screen, and happens to be the first time that I wrote my name, all the way back in pre-school. Hey, it looks better than the scrawl from an intoxicated person!
Due to popular demand (ie. one person (you know you are) !), you can view the whole poster here. The poster also has a hand print (about half the size of my existing hand) and a poem (awwwh, ain't the poem sweet!).
I remember doing the hand print. The teacher was trying to get me to write my name, and it took me a while to hold the texta properly. Slowly, I scratched out my name, whilst trying to recall the shape of each letter. When it came to the actual hand print, I was so scared of using paint, because of the possible repercussions with my mum if I made a mess on myself! But, the teacher encouraged me to be creative, and this fear was overcome. (I have another similar hand print that was done a year later!)
24/6/98 - A shocking day... I won't go into how crap I went in my Physical Modelling Exam at uni - just that I understudied quite a bit. But it doesn't really matter, as I don't need to do physics ever again :) hehhehheh.
Anyway, it was on the way back home that night when I had a shock. Timbots, was driving the car, and rounded a corner, when we encountered a few parked cars in the left lane. As we were looking to pass them, we saw an old man sitting on the side of the road. At first, we thought he was some kind of bum. But then we also saw a shoe on the side of the road, and immediately realised the man was in some kind of trouble.
Taking a second look at him, it was obvious that he had just been run over, as his leg was bent at an impossible and disgusting looking angle. We parked the car in the left lane to divert traffic, and jumped out to help him. Luckily, there was a fire station nearby, and so a medic rushed over to provide blankets and some help before the ambulance service could assist.
It was also fortunate that the driver who ran over the guy had a mobile phone and the emergency services were notified immediately (from this we deduced that the accident had just occcured before we came along). From the witnesses, the story came out that the man was running across the road, when the driver rounded the corner and hit the unseen man in the dark. It was fortunate that he was not dragged under, but only flung sideways in the air, as the front left of the car hit him.
Waiting for the ambulance seemed an eternity, in the freezing night air and darkness, but it eventually came. All this time, the local man sat on the stone-cold road, comforted by the medics but unable to move. Now, he was fixed up with laughing gas and eventually treated, while the police also arrived and started interviewing the witnesses and the distressed and unlucky driver. At this point, me and Timbots left, as the Timbot's car had finished it's role of diverting traffic (any longer in the freezing wind and we would have been turned into ice blocks!).
It just makes you think about the fragile nature of human beings ...
You must be incredibly bored is you are still reading this. Oh well, I'll entertain you with another story. This time it is about where I was born...
Way back in the era when I was a naive and dumb kid in primary school... It was in Year 3 at Murray Farm actually, with this old grandma of a teacher, whose name I cannot remember, who left us mid-way in the year. Anyway, i'm not really sure, but I think there was some ESL (English as a Second Language) class starting up in the school to assist those with language difficulties. Well, this messenger boy came around to all the classes, to take down the names of people might need to go this ESL class. Me and some other 'non-european' people were requested to come out to the teacher at the front of the class to be asked "Where were you born?". Well, I stood there for a while, not knowing what the question meant or what she was getting at. Finally I said "In a hospital." A few minutes later, I realised what I had done (and why everyone had cracked up). [ps, I eventually explained that I was born at Westmead Hospital, ie. within Australia and not in another country. For the record, I was born in the early morning of the 11th September, 1979.]
Still here, eh? Well, if you want to find out stuff about me, check out the Kabalarians site!! This site has hundreds and thousands of peoples' names. Strangely, their explaination for a person of the name Tristan is quite accurate... This also applies to Chi-Kin, my Chinese name... (no, it is not "chicken" as my primary school friends used to say!!) However, according to another baby names site, Tristan is derived from Tristram which means "sad". That's it - my parents are going down...! Anyway, it seems that most of the descriptions at the Kabalarians site are also depressing :(
