I am having mood swings now.
And the swing reached the good part.
For the first of many many days, I was smiling to myself at the end of the day. I don't do that often nowadays.
Its a mystery that things happen in streaks. Good or bad. And somehow I felt good things, or should I say better things, happened today.
To start my better days, I got my results for IPC and got highest in class. The second best part of it is, I did not study. Yeah, fuck me if you are lamenting that life's unfair. Well, you know what? It ISN'T(refer previous post). And now I am enjoying the great part of it.
And the best part is, I am one-up....nah, too little....ten thousand up than THE person. One thing that I learned; you don' t have to be an ass-licker to be popular. In fact, it makes matters worse. You don't have to be the one that helps the lecturer to collect the exam papers, clean the white board, being complimenting, nodded your head 24/7 eventhough u don't know a god-damn thing about what the lecturer talked about, asked the class to shut up because the lecturer just show her/his face, lick their shoes, suck their cock...whateverrr. Just be yourself....study, get results and make fun...i mean, have fun, and the lecturer will take note of you. On your face, cock suckerrrr...
And that's it. I am happy. Yeah, I am easy to please. Who cares? Just being myself.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Abstract
Why me?
Do I really deserve the treatment?
Do I?
Things seems to be au fait for everyone. Not me.
The pressure is on.
Do I really deserve to feel hurt over and over again?
Do I really miss my chances everytime?
Do I really need to be left as the loser all the time?
Do I really have to feel emptiness?
Do I really have to be left out all the time?
Do I really have to be a step later than others?
Do I?
Fate is playing its cards brilliantly.
And I lost everytime. Big time.
Streaks are suppose to end.
Mine wasn't.
It's never ending......
Do I really deserve the treatment?
Do I?
Things seems to be au fait for everyone. Not me.
The pressure is on.
Do I really deserve to feel hurt over and over again?
Do I really miss my chances everytime?
Do I really need to be left as the loser all the time?
Do I really have to feel emptiness?
Do I really have to be left out all the time?
Do I really have to be a step later than others?
Do I?
Fate is playing its cards brilliantly.
And I lost everytime. Big time.
Streaks are suppose to end.
Mine wasn't.
It's never ending......
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Birthday and Kim Gary
It was Len's Birthday. And we decided to celebrate it at Kim Gary Restaurant at Avenue K, KLCC.
Noticed the slight different on the name...it was now called Kim Gary Beyond. Dunno why....probably they merge with HK band Beyond...
Anyway, this entry was supposed to be about all the food that we had in the restaurant...but gee...my friends slightly abused my camera...so there isn't much I can illustrate about the restaurant..
But anyway...
A brief intro:
Kim Gary Beyond is a Popular Hong Kong chain that provides HK style food. Its price range for a proper meal is about RM11-RM20.
The restaurant's (at least this branch) theme is yellow. The atmosphere's nice, just a lil' packed.
My personal fave main course is
Cheese Baked Rice with Pork Chop with Borsch(Borch? Borchs? forget the spelling) soup and a tiny dish of jelly with a free drink(took "ying yong"). Very aromatic and filling. Worth the price (RM16.50). The pork was kinda stiff tho but the whole concept just suits my appetite.
My very personal favourite side dish is the French Toast. I totally recommended it. It smells(and tastes) like...like...heaven. Umph. Every time I put one serving in my mouth, I jsut wished that it stays there forever. Basically, I did not enjoy much, coz my greedy classmates just keep asking: " Can I have one piece pleeeaaase?" The request was repeated about 5-6 times.
By the way, its best serve hot.
One of the course kinda impressed me...its called Stone Rice(direct Chinese translation)...its serve in a stone bowl, which, at least what my classmate believe, makes it very aromatic. Anyhow, it did looked nice and I liked the cute lil' squid that comes with it. Yeap, its the reddish thingy. Pity I had to execute those.
Part of this entry will be dedicated to my friend's birthday......
The cake
The birthday girl.
Everyone of us are entitled to be fed by the b'day girl....
"I want the spoon too!"
No choice.....
"Lai la...mum mum....say aahh.."
And lastly...
the reluctant me....
Happy B'day, Len! ",)
Noticed the slight different on the name...it was now called Kim Gary Beyond. Dunno why....probably they merge with HK band Beyond...
Anyway, this entry was supposed to be about all the food that we had in the restaurant...but gee...my friends slightly abused my camera...so there isn't much I can illustrate about the restaurant..
But anyway...
A brief intro:
Kim Gary Beyond is a Popular Hong Kong chain that provides HK style food. Its price range for a proper meal is about RM11-RM20.
The restaurant's (at least this branch) theme is yellow. The atmosphere's nice, just a lil' packed.
My personal fave main course is
Cheese Baked Rice with Pork Chop with Borsch(Borch? Borchs? forget the spelling) soup and a tiny dish of jelly with a free drink(took "ying yong"). Very aromatic and filling. Worth the price (RM16.50). The pork was kinda stiff tho but the whole concept just suits my appetite.
My very personal favourite side dish is the French Toast. I totally recommended it. It smells(and tastes) like...like...heaven. Umph. Every time I put one serving in my mouth, I jsut wished that it stays there forever. Basically, I did not enjoy much, coz my greedy classmates just keep asking: " Can I have one piece pleeeaaase?" The request was repeated about 5-6 times.
By the way, its best serve hot.
One of the course kinda impressed me...its called Stone Rice(direct Chinese translation)...its serve in a stone bowl, which, at least what my classmate believe, makes it very aromatic. Anyhow, it did looked nice and I liked the cute lil' squid that comes with it. Yeap, its the reddish thingy. Pity I had to execute those.
Part of this entry will be dedicated to my friend's birthday......
The cake
The birthday girl.
Everyone of us are entitled to be fed by the b'day girl....
"I want the spoon too!"
No choice.....
"Lai la...mum mum....say aahh.."
And lastly...
the reluctant me....
Happy B'day, Len! ",)
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Confessions of a Sinner
Week 8 sounds like week 3. As weeks dragged by, the motivation to study hits a low point, so low that books were not even the last thing on my mind.
Beginning of sem, I promised to complete assignments right after I got it. I promised to work harder for mid-terms. I promised not to procrastinate. I promised that I wanted to raise my CGPA. I promised this...I promised that...
Mid-week of week 8, I felt I was cheating to myself I am doing just fine, everything's ok, assignments completed, studying hard. I lied. My mom got the bait too. I felt sorry.
I looked at the mirror this morning and I saw the word S-I-N-N-E-R spelled on my head. It was so obvious, as if it was burned into me with a charcoal stick. I tried to comfort myself I was doing just fine. But this time, it wasn't the case anymore. I can't go on cheating myself.
So I tried to wash away the burned words on my forehead. It didn't go away. Suddenly, I realized it won't work like that. I started to ponder.
Lately, I felt my life was in chaos. I wasn’t myself at times. Sins I committed at great lengths, at least to my measure. So many things went through my head; I just dunno where to start. Perhaps making a list now might help……
Primarily, studies. As I said, I promised to be incentive and that ain’t the case now. I didn’t realize that until mid-term today. I did not study for mid-term for the first time. Tho it did not turn out bad, I felt something’s wrong. I wasn’t concerned. I did not feel nervous as usual. Something’s just wrong. Assignments too. The question papers was left collecting dusk at the top of my shelf. I don’t even bother to look at it. I didn’t realize it until today when I told my friend(he usually left it till the last minute) and he said: “Dude, welcome to the in-group!” It was funny at that time. But as I sat on my desk, I feel terrible about myself.
My mom called two days ago, reminded me that it was the 15th day of lunar calendar, which means vegetarian time for me. My mom didn’t insist me on doing that, its just me that feel obliged to my faith. In the end, I ended up with McD for lunch and pork for dinner. I didn’t realize it till today. I felt guilty.
I felt I’m taking advantage of people now. Twice, Thomas wasn’t around when I wanted to lend his bike. I took it anyway. Then I called him just to tell him I pinjamed the bike. I called to tell, not to ask for permission, twice. Even though if he didn’t mind, I felt at fault with myself. I didn’t realize that until I was sitting on my desk and stared at his bike key..
Emotional dissonance doesn’t make my life better. Recently, I have been meditative about choices for my love life. I imagined the scenarios that I would be in if I was with this or that girl. In the end, I was just left confused. I was just fantasizing and the feelings caught me. Eventually, I think I was just cheating myself with the options that won’t really materialize. I didn’t realize it till I saw a couple went by me on my way back from dinner..
Nowadays, I cursed and cursed and cursed. So bad was the cursing that I felt disgusted of myself. But the cursing won’t stop. I tried and I failed miserably to avoid it. Then I told myself it was fine to curse. I didn’t realize how wrong I was until I saw somebody else was cursing away when they talked. It was disgusting and so impolite. Then I imagined looking at myself.
After a series of analyzing, perhaps I should start healing my burned wound and cleansing my sins. All I need is a little time and faith. Perhaps, a personal therapy might help. No more cheating of myself. Is time to wake up from the dead.
Beginning of sem, I promised to complete assignments right after I got it. I promised to work harder for mid-terms. I promised not to procrastinate. I promised that I wanted to raise my CGPA. I promised this...I promised that...
Mid-week of week 8, I felt I was cheating to myself I am doing just fine, everything's ok, assignments completed, studying hard. I lied. My mom got the bait too. I felt sorry.
I looked at the mirror this morning and I saw the word S-I-N-N-E-R spelled on my head. It was so obvious, as if it was burned into me with a charcoal stick. I tried to comfort myself I was doing just fine. But this time, it wasn't the case anymore. I can't go on cheating myself.
So I tried to wash away the burned words on my forehead. It didn't go away. Suddenly, I realized it won't work like that. I started to ponder.
Lately, I felt my life was in chaos. I wasn’t myself at times. Sins I committed at great lengths, at least to my measure. So many things went through my head; I just dunno where to start. Perhaps making a list now might help……
Primarily, studies. As I said, I promised to be incentive and that ain’t the case now. I didn’t realize that until mid-term today. I did not study for mid-term for the first time. Tho it did not turn out bad, I felt something’s wrong. I wasn’t concerned. I did not feel nervous as usual. Something’s just wrong. Assignments too. The question papers was left collecting dusk at the top of my shelf. I don’t even bother to look at it. I didn’t realize it until today when I told my friend(he usually left it till the last minute) and he said: “Dude, welcome to the in-group!” It was funny at that time. But as I sat on my desk, I feel terrible about myself.
My mom called two days ago, reminded me that it was the 15th day of lunar calendar, which means vegetarian time for me. My mom didn’t insist me on doing that, its just me that feel obliged to my faith. In the end, I ended up with McD for lunch and pork for dinner. I didn’t realize it till today. I felt guilty.
I felt I’m taking advantage of people now. Twice, Thomas wasn’t around when I wanted to lend his bike. I took it anyway. Then I called him just to tell him I pinjamed the bike. I called to tell, not to ask for permission, twice. Even though if he didn’t mind, I felt at fault with myself. I didn’t realize that until I was sitting on my desk and stared at his bike key..
Emotional dissonance doesn’t make my life better. Recently, I have been meditative about choices for my love life. I imagined the scenarios that I would be in if I was with this or that girl. In the end, I was just left confused. I was just fantasizing and the feelings caught me. Eventually, I think I was just cheating myself with the options that won’t really materialize. I didn’t realize it till I saw a couple went by me on my way back from dinner..
Nowadays, I cursed and cursed and cursed. So bad was the cursing that I felt disgusted of myself. But the cursing won’t stop. I tried and I failed miserably to avoid it. Then I told myself it was fine to curse. I didn’t realize how wrong I was until I saw somebody else was cursing away when they talked. It was disgusting and so impolite. Then I imagined looking at myself.
After a series of analyzing, perhaps I should start healing my burned wound and cleansing my sins. All I need is a little time and faith. Perhaps, a personal therapy might help. No more cheating of myself. Is time to wake up from the dead.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Hindered
Obsession has a new name. Previously, I was very very into a band called Theory of a Deadman. There are still cool for me. It is just that there hasn’t been any progress that I know of, and listening to the same all songs they performed also bored me anyway. Anyhow, they are a great band with a romantic-heartbreaking-theme in most of their songs. They were quite much alike to Nickelback in style. 
Songs that I truly recommended are:
Me and My Girl
In the Middle
Better-off
Hello Lonely
…..and so much more.
Oh….as I said…obsession has a new name.
And its spelled H-I-N-D-E-R.
Oh yes. They are like what marijuana and cocaine are to drug addicts for me now. Their songs were absolutely soothing, in terms of their rhythm, not to mention their lyrics. Fascinating stuff really.
Currently they are promoting their album Extreme Behaviour, with the hit single Lips of an Angel. For me, Lips of an Angel is like what thrillers are to on-coming movies. Thus, it is strongly, absolutely recommended to get whatever songs they produced.
Songs that had impressed me(actually all of their songs already did) are….
Better Than Me
Get Stoned
Bliss
Shoulda
Nothing Good About Goodbye
I am still in the process of discovering them (downloading a lot of their songs for one).
Do check them out.
Website: www.hinderonline.com/
Don’t let ignorance Hinder you.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Joke's Bond. James Bond.
Due to the wave of the womanizer a.k.a. spy a.k.a. Aston Martin addict sweeping the mass media, I decided to cash in with my own James Bond thingy.
My friend last night told me this joke about how Bond came to get his name.
Bond boarded in China during one of his mission, suffering partial memory lost due to shipwreck. He forgot his name.
Of course, his basic instinct never leave him and he fell for a Chinese lady at first sight. So, they...you know the rest la...
As they were having their time, Bond groaned: " Oh yeah...say my name...say my name...."
The Chinese lady, who do not know a single English word, got high and was shouting: "Zhen shi bang! Zhen shi bang! (Damn good! Damn good!)"
Note "zhen shi bang" sounded like James Bond......if you get what it meant.
Just being wu laio.... XD
My friend last night told me this joke about how Bond came to get his name.
Bond boarded in China during one of his mission, suffering partial memory lost due to shipwreck. He forgot his name.
Of course, his basic instinct never leave him and he fell for a Chinese lady at first sight. So, they...you know the rest la...
As they were having their time, Bond groaned: " Oh yeah...say my name...say my name...."
The Chinese lady, who do not know a single English word, got high and was shouting: "Zhen shi bang! Zhen shi bang! (Damn good! Damn good!)"
Note "zhen shi bang" sounded like James Bond......if you get what it meant.
Just being wu laio.... XD
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Bloody Donation
Never thought I wanted to be in one. I had always this...erm....ah....fe...fea...oh yes...fear(admitted sheepishly)...to go for blood donations. Nothing to do with fear of looking at blood. Its just thanks to a particular media report about one guy donated blood and got AIDS after that. Whats worse is the asshole hospital do not give compensation or even apologize to the Samaritan.
Now that turned me off whenever "blood donation" comes to mind. That is , till now.
The First Aid Unit(FAU) in my college had been promoting the event as if there was a mega sales in the college hall. As a result, thousands flooded the college hall for this 5 day event. Afterall, it did look like a mega sales event.
As usual, I was ignorant of the event until my friends were talking about it.
An: Oi, wan donate blood ah?
Me: Hah? Since when you become so benevolent?
An: Walau...u see me like tat one ah?
Vince: Ya...we do.
An: Luk chat...
Vince: So, u wanna go for it?
Me: Er....
An: Aiya...scared hoh? Maybe we sut check u got balls onot? *started to bend down*
Me: What? Me? Nola...er.....okla...go la....
And then the next thing I knew, I was escorted there..
The process was a long one. First, we had a weight measurement.
I found out mine was 66kg...oh well, lost weight, not what I planned.
Then, came the register part. Answered a lot of wu liao question like "adakah anda mempunyai hubungan sejenis?"
Hubungan sejenis(one type species realtionship)? What the hell? Of course la. Its like asking whether you have sex with dogs or cats or horses.
Then I looked next to the sentence and found the English translation: "Do you have homosexual partners?"
Ohhhhh....cheh...
Next its the blood examination part. Found out, for the first time in 19 years, I was type B.
Then checked whether I got high blood pressure. Seems normal.
Then some registration again. Picked up some blood bags and time to go.
Now to the major event.
We were guided onto The Chair. And the nurse started their process. As the needles spit out liquid, my nerves jolted. And the next thing was, I got injected. It kinda bit me, so I din see the process.
Next the nurse insert a whole freaking big "drain entrance" into my skin. Slowly. My eyes bulged as it went in. And in just one second...my blood was on travelling around 180kmph to the blood bag.
So, me and my friend just lied down, relaxed and talked crap to release tension. My friend said it needed 30 minutes for the process to be done when he was first here. *nods head*
Approximately 5 minutes later, the nurse came and started to prepare for the ending process. Both of us were amazed. Who say 30 minutes? Mine was completed in 7 minutes! I looked at my friend and he just shrugged.
The nurse cut off the drain and put the bag full of my own blood on my thigh. Walau...imagine a huge chunk of blood right in front of your eyes. I can feel the thing wobbling on my thigh. My friend needed a little while longer.
Lastly, to make sure that we don't faint afterwards, the FAU prepared light meals for us outside the hall.
And so, I lost 450ml of blood...to charity. Felt so noble now.
Now that turned me off whenever "blood donation" comes to mind. That is , till now.
The First Aid Unit(FAU) in my college had been promoting the event as if there was a mega sales in the college hall. As a result, thousands flooded the college hall for this 5 day event. Afterall, it did look like a mega sales event.
As usual, I was ignorant of the event until my friends were talking about it.
An: Oi, wan donate blood ah?
Me: Hah? Since when you become so benevolent?
An: Walau...u see me like tat one ah?
Vince: Ya...we do.
An: Luk chat...
Vince: So, u wanna go for it?
Me: Er....
An: Aiya...scared hoh? Maybe we sut check u got balls onot? *started to bend down*
Me: What? Me? Nola...er.....okla...go la....
And then the next thing I knew, I was escorted there..
The process was a long one. First, we had a weight measurement.
I found out mine was 66kg...oh well, lost weight, not what I planned.
Then, came the register part. Answered a lot of wu liao question like "adakah anda mempunyai hubungan sejenis?"
Hubungan sejenis(one type species realtionship)? What the hell? Of course la. Its like asking whether you have sex with dogs or cats or horses.
Then I looked next to the sentence and found the English translation: "Do you have homosexual partners?"
Ohhhhh....cheh...
Next its the blood examination part. Found out, for the first time in 19 years, I was type B.
Then checked whether I got high blood pressure. Seems normal.
Then some registration again. Picked up some blood bags and time to go.
Now to the major event.
We were guided onto The Chair. And the nurse started their process. As the needles spit out liquid, my nerves jolted. And the next thing was, I got injected. It kinda bit me, so I din see the process.
Next the nurse insert a whole freaking big "drain entrance" into my skin. Slowly. My eyes bulged as it went in. And in just one second...my blood was on travelling around 180kmph to the blood bag.
So, me and my friend just lied down, relaxed and talked crap to release tension. My friend said it needed 30 minutes for the process to be done when he was first here. *nods head*
Approximately 5 minutes later, the nurse came and started to prepare for the ending process. Both of us were amazed. Who say 30 minutes? Mine was completed in 7 minutes! I looked at my friend and he just shrugged.
The nurse cut off the drain and put the bag full of my own blood on my thigh. Walau...imagine a huge chunk of blood right in front of your eyes. I can feel the thing wobbling on my thigh. My friend needed a little while longer.
Lastly, to make sure that we don't faint afterwards, the FAU prepared light meals for us outside the hall.
And so, I lost 450ml of blood...to charity. Felt so noble now.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Rid
Just announcing that I am officially gotten rid of....
....Defence of the Ancients.
There is not even one single trace of the word DotA in my PC...save some really nice concept arts.
Although it was like 1 month ago, but I can't be sure 100%.
But now, I felt cleansed, holy, pure and _____(fill in the blanks with anything you thing is clean).
Bye, soul-devourer. Hello, life!
....Defence of the Ancients.
There is not even one single trace of the word DotA in my PC...save some really nice concept arts.
Although it was like 1 month ago, but I can't be sure 100%.
But now, I felt cleansed, holy, pure and _____(fill in the blanks with anything you thing is clean).
Bye, soul-devourer. Hello, life!
Thursday, November 16, 2006
I Smoke
Do you believe it? My lecturer said she actually saw me puffing away happily in a mamak store, cigar on my hand, chatting away ah-beng-style.
Now, what I really want to say is:
"WHAT THE FUCK? I SMOKE? THE BLOODY FAT BITCH MUST BE FUCKED BLIND!"
Now, friends who knows who Sin Eu is knows that I don't smoke. Hell, I don't even literally touch cigarettes before. And this particular bitch just show her cocky and a-matter-of-fact face on me and say: "Wah! Yesterday I saw you at the mamak store smoking ah! Cigarettes in hand hoh! So syok hoh!"
In my mind, the word Caucibai is already forming in my head.
It caught me unguarded and I almost blurt out "What the fuck?" I changed from "fuck" to "hell" just in time. And now she was lecturing me about don't be so rude la.....no need that reaction la.....you just say something rude you know?
Now, I really really regretted I din say What the Fuck.
I mean, its RUDE to suddenly smack a bloody untrue "fact" on people. She didn't even care to inquire first and just fucking slap a "You are a smoker." label on me.
Note that I don't have anything against smokers, apart from the unhealthy puffs. The point is I don't take accusations for something I am not involved in. Imagine a person came knocking on your door one early morning , punch you in the face and accuse you of fucking his wife when you are fucking yours.
How do you really feel huh?
And that bitch call herself a bloody professional counsellor/psychologist.
Now, what I really want to say is:
"WHAT THE FUCK? I SMOKE? THE BLOODY FAT BITCH MUST BE FUCKED BLIND!"
Now, friends who knows who Sin Eu is knows that I don't smoke. Hell, I don't even literally touch cigarettes before. And this particular bitch just show her cocky and a-matter-of-fact face on me and say: "Wah! Yesterday I saw you at the mamak store smoking ah! Cigarettes in hand hoh! So syok hoh!"
In my mind, the word Caucibai is already forming in my head.
It caught me unguarded and I almost blurt out "What the fuck?" I changed from "fuck" to "hell" just in time. And now she was lecturing me about don't be so rude la.....no need that reaction la.....you just say something rude you know?
Now, I really really regretted I din say What the Fuck.
I mean, its RUDE to suddenly smack a bloody untrue "fact" on people. She didn't even care to inquire first and just fucking slap a "You are a smoker." label on me.
Note that I don't have anything against smokers, apart from the unhealthy puffs. The point is I don't take accusations for something I am not involved in. Imagine a person came knocking on your door one early morning , punch you in the face and accuse you of fucking his wife when you are fucking yours.
How do you really feel huh?
And that bitch call herself a bloody professional counsellor/psychologist.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Restructured
Got tired of the blackish background. It makes me wanna sleep whenever I read my blog.
And now time for some refreshed atmosphere.
As you can see, it took a 360 degrees turn in colour. From brutal black to angelic white. It certainly look fresher and clean.
Its still in beta mode. Reconstruction is still on the way. I apologize if my fellow friends' are not in the blog list....yet. I forgot to back up the previous blog template. So please do update me if i missed out ur blog(s).
Anyway, welcome to the all-new revamped blog.
Do enjoy.
And now time for some refreshed atmosphere.
As you can see, it took a 360 degrees turn in colour. From brutal black to angelic white. It certainly look fresher and clean.
Its still in beta mode. Reconstruction is still on the way. I apologize if my fellow friends' are not in the blog list....yet. I forgot to back up the previous blog template. So please do update me if i missed out ur blog(s).
Anyway, welcome to the all-new revamped blog.
Do enjoy.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Be Hit or Ride?
It is torturous when you know that in 5 hours time, you are either going to be hit by a plane OR you are riding on the plane to a distance world of joy. Getting results always makes me think of the scenario, and it happened again.
Fast forwarding to 4 hours and 45 minutes later and my stomach is slowly eating me from the inside. i was holding my waist looking far and beyond when....
Fai: Wah! What happened? Period ah?
=___= """
Walau wei! To have a stomachache is already unbearable. To laugh while having a stomachache can easily KO you anytime.
And being the kiasu type, it is no surprise I became the first one to get my results the moment the doors are opened.
And I signed my name. And I looked at my friends and grinned sohai-ly. And I opened the envelope. And I unfold the result slip. AND.....
.....I walked out the room. HAHAHA!
Nola...not really. I looked at my results and I can't decide whether to be crashed by the plane or book a ticket.
3A2B.
The thing is, lets just say, my dreams din come true. It was complimentary yet not satisfying. I expected more, really.
But I broke several records on the way. Good ones.
I am also happy for my friends. Most of them get really good results according to their own standards. Some of them did really great, only to kinda slightly "pissed" me off because they think they did very bad.
I mean, how on earth can somone say its bad when you have tons of As and small portions of Bs and without a C or D or Fail? It just doesn't make sense.
Or maybe it did. Come to think of it, probably they meant they din do good enough. Its just maybe they give me the wrong impression that at the moment, I really gave them a twisted disgusted look that might have scared them in a way and to really say something uncomfortable like "WTF? You should noe what is enough!" Now, I really feel like apologizing to them.
Anyway, for now, I still can't decide whether to get hit by the plane or get in for a ride.
Fast forwarding to 4 hours and 45 minutes later and my stomach is slowly eating me from the inside. i was holding my waist looking far and beyond when....
Fai: Wah! What happened? Period ah?
=___= """
Walau wei! To have a stomachache is already unbearable. To laugh while having a stomachache can easily KO you anytime.
And being the kiasu type, it is no surprise I became the first one to get my results the moment the doors are opened.
And I signed my name. And I looked at my friends and grinned sohai-ly. And I opened the envelope. And I unfold the result slip. AND.....
.....I walked out the room. HAHAHA!
Nola...not really. I looked at my results and I can't decide whether to be crashed by the plane or book a ticket.
3A2B.
The thing is, lets just say, my dreams din come true. It was complimentary yet not satisfying. I expected more, really.
But I broke several records on the way. Good ones.
- I got my first ever A for a counselling subject.
- My CGPA raised for the first time. Even it is just 0.04.
- It was my 3rd psychology subject with an A. 3/3. I do really love psych.
I am also happy for my friends. Most of them get really good results according to their own standards. Some of them did really great, only to kinda slightly "pissed" me off because they think they did very bad.
I mean, how on earth can somone say its bad when you have tons of As and small portions of Bs and without a C or D or Fail? It just doesn't make sense.
Or maybe it did. Come to think of it, probably they meant they din do good enough. Its just maybe they give me the wrong impression that at the moment, I really gave them a twisted disgusted look that might have scared them in a way and to really say something uncomfortable like "WTF? You should noe what is enough!" Now, I really feel like apologizing to them.
Anyway, for now, I still can't decide whether to get hit by the plane or get in for a ride.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Depart to Dumpside
Hollywood is always full of remakes and reproductions from various era and parts of the world. Take King Kong(era) and The Grudge(geography) for example. Somehow, most remakes do not usually stand up to the standards of previous production. The Departed is one of a kind.
The movie is an English adaptation of Infernal Affairs from HK. And if you compare, which i did, i prefer to watch Infernal Affairs again and again.
English and Cantonese version of cop and criminal story.
Even before I watch the movie, the main casts had slightly disappointed me. Apart from Nicholson, both undercovers just don't suit the role. Leo 'I jump-you-jump' Di Caprio is a farcry from Tony Leong, being much more of a lover boy than a gangsta. Damon a.k.a. Mr. Bourne is kinda playing dumb in that movie. I must say Andy Lau did a better job eventhough I don't like him as an actor.
What came as a catastrophic result is the major role played by the Malaysian Censor Board. Due to the numerous "f.u.c.k." word in the movie. The board decided to cleanse the movie. Instead, it made it worse. So bad are their skills that it really ruined the whole show.
Below are some quotes from The Departed:
Colin Sullivan: If we're not gonna make it, its gotta be you that gets out, cause I'm not capable. I'm fucking Irish, I'll deal with something being wrong for the rest of my life.
Dignam: [after Costigan has quoted Nathaniel Hawthorne] Pfft! What's the matter, smartass, you don't know any fuckin' Shakespeare?
Colin Sullivan: [after Costello showed him the dildo] Jesus fucking Christ, Frank! I almost fucking shot you.
Frank Costello: Calm down... don't shoot off in your pants. Besides, it was too hard to resist.
Colin Sullivan: That was a close call last night.
Frank Costello: Yea... you have to find this fuck in your department. I don't care what you have to do... just find him.
Colin Sullivan: I'm trying... did you get me the stuff I needed?
Frank Costello: [Handing him the "Citizens" envelope] Here you go.
Colin Sullivan: I'll run these through the database.
Frank Costello: Yea.
[Looking at the porn film playing on the screen]
Colin Sullivan: Why did you pick this place?
Frank Costello: Maybe it's cause I get cunt so easy that I never understood the point of jerking off in a movie theater.
Colin Sullivan: Then why the fuck did you pick it?
Frank Costello: 'Cause I own it.
[pauses]
Frank Costello: I don't need to remind you that if you don't find that cheese eating rat bastard in your department, it won't be me who suffers for it.
Colin Sullivan: Would I be any good at what I do if I didn't already fucking know that?
Frank Costello: I need you to find this guy because I can't have that. I told you, I don't care what the fuck you have to do just find him.
Colin Sullivan: Hey... it involves lying and I'm pretty fucking good at that.
Frank Costello: I'll be in touch, alright.
After the Censor Board potong version:
Colin Sullivan: If we're not gonna make it, its gotta be you that gets out, cause I'm not capable. I'm fucking Ir%$, I'll deal with something being wrong for the rest of my life.
Dignam: [after Costigan has quoted Nathaniel Hawthorne] Pfft! What's the matter, smartass, you don't know any fuckin' Sha%$^&*$#^?
Colin Sullivan: [after Costello showed him the dildo] Jesus fucking C$#@!, Frank! I almost fucki%$ **ot you.
Frank Costello: Calm down... don't shoot off in your pants. Besides, it was too hard to resist.
Colin Sullivan: That was a close call last night.
Frank Costello: Yea... you have to find this fuck *& *^%$ #epartment. I don't care what you have to do... just find him.
Colin Sullivan: I'm trying... did you get me the stuff I needed?
Frank Costello: [Handing him the "Citizens" envelope] Here you go.
Colin Sullivan: I'll run these through the database.
Frank Costello: Yea.
[Looking at the porn film playing on the screen]
Colin Sullivan: Why did you pick this place?
Frank Costello: Maybe it's cause I get cunt so easy that I never understood the point of jerking off in a movie theater.
Colin Sullivan: Then why the fuck %$# *ou pick it?
Frank Costello: 'Cause I own it.
[pauses]
Frank Costello: I don't need to remind you that if you don't find that cheese eating rat bastard in your department, it won't be me who suffers for it.
Colin Sullivan: Would I be any good at what I do if I didn't already fucking kn$# that?
Frank Costello: I need you to find this guy because I can't have that. I told you, I don't care what the fuck %^$ have to do just find him.
Colin Sullivan: Hey... it involves lying and I'm pretty fucki#@ $ood at that.
Frank Costello: I'll be in touch, alright.
So, instead of cleansing the film, they spend most of the time killing off the script. Just how technically skilled are they?
Besides, I found the film dragging, as if finding a rat in each department is like no big deal. Yet when they talk, they fucked each other that as if its the end of the world if they don't catch the rat. Ironic.
And "The Departed"? Title kinda lame. *spoilers ahead*Probably the producers are so amazed of the number of people died in the show that they name it this way. Infernal Affairs sounded soo much cooler.
Worth watching if you enjoy movie cuts and the point that you haven't watch the Cantonese version.
Departed.
The movie is an English adaptation of Infernal Affairs from HK. And if you compare, which i did, i prefer to watch Infernal Affairs again and again.
English and Cantonese version of cop and criminal story.
Even before I watch the movie, the main casts had slightly disappointed me. Apart from Nicholson, both undercovers just don't suit the role. Leo 'I jump-you-jump' Di Caprio is a farcry from Tony Leong, being much more of a lover boy than a gangsta. Damon a.k.a. Mr. Bourne is kinda playing dumb in that movie. I must say Andy Lau did a better job eventhough I don't like him as an actor.
What came as a catastrophic result is the major role played by the Malaysian Censor Board. Due to the numerous "f.u.c.k." word in the movie. The board decided to cleanse the movie. Instead, it made it worse. So bad are their skills that it really ruined the whole show.
Below are some quotes from The Departed:
Colin Sullivan: If we're not gonna make it, its gotta be you that gets out, cause I'm not capable. I'm fucking Irish, I'll deal with something being wrong for the rest of my life.
Dignam: [after Costigan has quoted Nathaniel Hawthorne] Pfft! What's the matter, smartass, you don't know any fuckin' Shakespeare?
Colin Sullivan: [after Costello showed him the dildo] Jesus fucking Christ, Frank! I almost fucking shot you.
Frank Costello: Calm down... don't shoot off in your pants. Besides, it was too hard to resist.
Colin Sullivan: That was a close call last night.
Frank Costello: Yea... you have to find this fuck in your department. I don't care what you have to do... just find him.
Colin Sullivan: I'm trying... did you get me the stuff I needed?
Frank Costello: [Handing him the "Citizens" envelope] Here you go.
Colin Sullivan: I'll run these through the database.
Frank Costello: Yea.
[Looking at the porn film playing on the screen]
Colin Sullivan: Why did you pick this place?
Frank Costello: Maybe it's cause I get cunt so easy that I never understood the point of jerking off in a movie theater.
Colin Sullivan: Then why the fuck did you pick it?
Frank Costello: 'Cause I own it.
[pauses]
Frank Costello: I don't need to remind you that if you don't find that cheese eating rat bastard in your department, it won't be me who suffers for it.
Colin Sullivan: Would I be any good at what I do if I didn't already fucking know that?
Frank Costello: I need you to find this guy because I can't have that. I told you, I don't care what the fuck you have to do just find him.
Colin Sullivan: Hey... it involves lying and I'm pretty fucking good at that.
Frank Costello: I'll be in touch, alright.
After the Censor Board potong version:
Colin Sullivan: If we're not gonna make it, its gotta be you that gets out, cause I'm not capable. I'm fucking Ir%$, I'll deal with something being wrong for the rest of my life.
Dignam: [after Costigan has quoted Nathaniel Hawthorne] Pfft! What's the matter, smartass, you don't know any fuckin' Sha%$^&*$#^?
Colin Sullivan: [after Costello showed him the dildo] Jesus fucking C$#@!, Frank! I almost fucki%$ **ot you.
Frank Costello: Calm down... don't shoot off in your pants. Besides, it was too hard to resist.
Colin Sullivan: That was a close call last night.
Frank Costello: Yea... you have to find this fuck *& *^%$ #epartment. I don't care what you have to do... just find him.
Colin Sullivan: I'm trying... did you get me the stuff I needed?
Frank Costello: [Handing him the "Citizens" envelope] Here you go.
Colin Sullivan: I'll run these through the database.
Frank Costello: Yea.
[Looking at the porn film playing on the screen]
Colin Sullivan: Why did you pick this place?
Frank Costello: Maybe it's cause I get cunt so easy that I never understood the point of jerking off in a movie theater.
Colin Sullivan: Then why the fuck %$# *ou pick it?
Frank Costello: 'Cause I own it.
[pauses]
Frank Costello: I don't need to remind you that if you don't find that cheese eating rat bastard in your department, it won't be me who suffers for it.
Colin Sullivan: Would I be any good at what I do if I didn't already fucking kn$# that?
Frank Costello: I need you to find this guy because I can't have that. I told you, I don't care what the fuck %^$ have to do just find him.
Colin Sullivan: Hey... it involves lying and I'm pretty fucki#@ $ood at that.
Frank Costello: I'll be in touch, alright.
So, instead of cleansing the film, they spend most of the time killing off the script. Just how technically skilled are they?
Besides, I found the film dragging, as if finding a rat in each department is like no big deal. Yet when they talk, they fucked each other that as if its the end of the world if they don't catch the rat. Ironic.
And "The Departed"? Title kinda lame. *spoilers ahead*Probably the producers are so amazed of the number of people died in the show that they name it this way. Infernal Affairs sounded soo much cooler.
Worth watching if you enjoy movie cuts and the point that you haven't watch the Cantonese version.
Departed.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Exhausted
I think my blogs are becoming boring. Lack of comments might suggest that. But hey, even I myself felt that. Something is wrong somewhere.
Contents are bogged down. Language wasn't good. Lack of creativity and stuff like that. Maybe you might say having writer's block might explain it, but blocks don't go on a streak. Somewhere in the pack, you will find some good stuff. Ain't my case here.
I revised my blog at times and found it plain. Factual but presentation is kinda monotonous. I dunno la, seems like humour just deserted me.
Whatever it is, just wanna lament a bit. Sometimes I think i really need to pack up and go for a search of inspiration.
Contents are bogged down. Language wasn't good. Lack of creativity and stuff like that. Maybe you might say having writer's block might explain it, but blocks don't go on a streak. Somewhere in the pack, you will find some good stuff. Ain't my case here.
I revised my blog at times and found it plain. Factual but presentation is kinda monotonous. I dunno la, seems like humour just deserted me.
Whatever it is, just wanna lament a bit. Sometimes I think i really need to pack up and go for a search of inspiration.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Usual Sem Preview
Malaysia is a place with various cultures. Which means we have a lot of public holidays around the year. Which means we don't go to classes on these days(duh...). And because of that, it took 3 weeks to really know who are all your lecturers and tutors. I am glad that we had a good squad of lecturers around this sem. Or isit just us that are so used to the system that we get biasa with their style. Whichever it is, somehow I have a feeling that I am going to enjoy the sem. Kinda, that is. Consider that first impression counts and lasts.
Subject #1: Group Dynamics
GD is the sequel to last sem's Leadership Skills. And the 'director" remains. Dr. Chai has been a frequent lecturer to us. So, no major discovery and exploration. Already get used to her style. However, we still can't quite catch her mood when she's speaking. Her sentence may be sincere and caring, but somehow it gives you the tendency to thnk that its somehow sarcastic. Well, maybe her facial expression still needs improvement. As for the subject, nothing interesting or extraordinary.
Subject #2: Counselling Ethics and Legal Aspects
Ethics are always boring subjects. And to install yet another veteran to teach it will be the ultimate. Old man Kuan will be our lecturer for the 2nd time. Cats are his life, and probably due to old age(60s), he likes to share experience that we sometimes are not interested in and might be moody as well(relate previous blogs). It can be a killing subject, as you have to know the akta-aktas of Malaysian Counselling Ethics and its American counterparts.
Subject#3: Industrial/Organzisation Psychology
Spin-off to Basic Management Principles. The subject is much related to BMP, at least that is what the first 3 weeks looked like. As for the lecturer, Annie's her name. 3 weeks gone and most of us still think that she fakes her English accent. Too squicky at times but nevertheless, informative. Really, if not for her sharp shrieky voice, I would be snoozing off.
Subject#4 : Counselling Methods and Techniques 2
Sequel to CMT1. The lecturer is someone interesting to mention. Miss Aggy Hooi is soo American-ish that you probably think that you are having your classes in some college in US. Accent, style, choice of words...anything la. She's whacky and damn knowledgeable, as well as agile. Probably already analyze all responses that a potential client might give. Play along and everything will be fine. Or else, you might have to commit suicide before she executes you.
Subject#5: Interpersonal Communication Skills
This is somehow a cool subject. Probably becoz we have a cool lecturer. Mentally and erhem, perhaps physically stunning, she's da kind of lecturer that you don't respect her as a lecturer. You respect her as a friend. In fact, she's in her 20s and has alot of things in common with us. Her techniques of keeping us awake during lectures is her express-train-style-lecture. One moment of slacking off, and you can give up trying to catch up.
Time to pick up the engines, and oh btw, did i mention that my course had aready passed up our first assignment?
Things are becoming more kiasu nowadays.
Eu out.
Subject #1: Group Dynamics
GD is the sequel to last sem's Leadership Skills. And the 'director" remains. Dr. Chai has been a frequent lecturer to us. So, no major discovery and exploration. Already get used to her style. However, we still can't quite catch her mood when she's speaking. Her sentence may be sincere and caring, but somehow it gives you the tendency to thnk that its somehow sarcastic. Well, maybe her facial expression still needs improvement. As for the subject, nothing interesting or extraordinary.
Subject #2: Counselling Ethics and Legal Aspects
Ethics are always boring subjects. And to install yet another veteran to teach it will be the ultimate. Old man Kuan will be our lecturer for the 2nd time. Cats are his life, and probably due to old age(60s), he likes to share experience that we sometimes are not interested in and might be moody as well(relate previous blogs). It can be a killing subject, as you have to know the akta-aktas of Malaysian Counselling Ethics and its American counterparts.
Subject#3: Industrial/Organzisation Psychology
Spin-off to Basic Management Principles. The subject is much related to BMP, at least that is what the first 3 weeks looked like. As for the lecturer, Annie's her name. 3 weeks gone and most of us still think that she fakes her English accent. Too squicky at times but nevertheless, informative. Really, if not for her sharp shrieky voice, I would be snoozing off.
Subject#4 : Counselling Methods and Techniques 2
Sequel to CMT1. The lecturer is someone interesting to mention. Miss Aggy Hooi is soo American-ish that you probably think that you are having your classes in some college in US. Accent, style, choice of words...anything la. She's whacky and damn knowledgeable, as well as agile. Probably already analyze all responses that a potential client might give. Play along and everything will be fine. Or else, you might have to commit suicide before she executes you.
Subject#5: Interpersonal Communication Skills
This is somehow a cool subject. Probably becoz we have a cool lecturer. Mentally and erhem, perhaps physically stunning, she's da kind of lecturer that you don't respect her as a lecturer. You respect her as a friend. In fact, she's in her 20s and has alot of things in common with us. Her techniques of keeping us awake during lectures is her express-train-style-lecture. One moment of slacking off, and you can give up trying to catch up.
Time to pick up the engines, and oh btw, did i mention that my course had aready passed up our first assignment?
Things are becoming more kiasu nowadays.
Eu out.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Nobody's Home
This is supposed to be a long-time-ago-post..its been in the draft way too long...but oh well...
just gotta finish it...
The festive season is just around...they called it Deeparaya...combination of Hari Raya and Deepavali...whatever...nothing major to do with me anyway.
So, I am, yet again, condemned to rot in the crampy hostel room. Sounds like deja vu to me...
But it turned out to be not thhaat bad...
It happens that one of my floormates is moving on...to MMU...and we gave him a farewell party before we have to release him. Nice guy. So worth the farewell. Time Square seems an appropriate place and so is the cinema. Watched the hillarious yet touching Jackie's movie...Rob-B-Hood. And i mean seriously touching...not that I cried....but the whole hall was full of sobs and sniffs and soft whinning.
The crew of Code H.GrdFlr.
Anyway, the best part is of course the CC session. Conquered almost every game we had there. Dota, Counter-Strike and even Call of Duty 2. The latter is something fresh and it kick-started the craze...at least in us. It drove us into a 7-day streak of COD.
And boy, I mean we are hooked. The 7-day-streak(and still counting, for some cases) can prove that.
And in that 7 night, 35 bucks, 21 hours and tons of energy and concentration is dedicated to COD2. Not that I am complaining. In fact, it helps to kill time. Effectively.
And because some particular samaritan leaves his car here in the hostel, we can say we took full advantage of it. Have to. For excitement's sake. Paid the petrols la of course.
And so the car took us - or we took the car, whatever la - to BRJ for footie session, Jusco for a window shopping or just simply exploring Setapak. The car really adds a lot of colours in our life for those days.
Note that it only left 5 survivors on my floor. The hostel was a dull sandy and hazy desert. Sometimes i wondered if I really heard the ants talking. Ocassionally, I can hear other "survivors" shouting "Sien ah!!!' or "Want to die liao la!!" hysterically. My friend even tried knocking on an empty room's door and shouted "Anybody's home?"
Well, nobody's home.
Kinda funny, come to think again. Boredom really drives you to nuts. And it was these nutty things that make us happy. Once in a while.
just gotta finish it...
The festive season is just around...they called it Deeparaya...combination of Hari Raya and Deepavali...whatever...nothing major to do with me anyway.
So, I am, yet again, condemned to rot in the crampy hostel room. Sounds like deja vu to me...
But it turned out to be not thhaat bad...
It happens that one of my floormates is moving on...to MMU...and we gave him a farewell party before we have to release him. Nice guy. So worth the farewell. Time Square seems an appropriate place and so is the cinema. Watched the hillarious yet touching Jackie's movie...Rob-B-Hood. And i mean seriously touching...not that I cried....but the whole hall was full of sobs and sniffs and soft whinning.
The crew of Code H.GrdFlr.
Anyway, the best part is of course the CC session. Conquered almost every game we had there. Dota, Counter-Strike and even Call of Duty 2. The latter is something fresh and it kick-started the craze...at least in us. It drove us into a 7-day streak of COD.
And boy, I mean we are hooked. The 7-day-streak(and still counting, for some cases) can prove that.
And in that 7 night, 35 bucks, 21 hours and tons of energy and concentration is dedicated to COD2. Not that I am complaining. In fact, it helps to kill time. Effectively.
And because some particular samaritan leaves his car here in the hostel, we can say we took full advantage of it. Have to. For excitement's sake. Paid the petrols la of course.
And so the car took us - or we took the car, whatever la - to BRJ for footie session, Jusco for a window shopping or just simply exploring Setapak. The car really adds a lot of colours in our life for those days.
Note that it only left 5 survivors on my floor. The hostel was a dull sandy and hazy desert. Sometimes i wondered if I really heard the ants talking. Ocassionally, I can hear other "survivors" shouting "Sien ah!!!' or "Want to die liao la!!" hysterically. My friend even tried knocking on an empty room's door and shouted "Anybody's home?"
Well, nobody's home.
Kinda funny, come to think again. Boredom really drives you to nuts. And it was these nutty things that make us happy. Once in a while.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Mobile Recharge Machine
Jz came back from an exhausting trip from Times Square. And while we are jz about to ride the KL Monorial back home in the Imbi Station, I came across this can-be-termed "hi-tech" piece of machine.
This is called a Mobile Recharge Machine, or that is what we called it. It charges all types of phones, ranging from Motorola, Nokia, Alcatel, Sony Erricsson to Siemens. And you know wht? It can even charge iPod MP3. Hi-tech lo.
Motorola takes the most slots, containing 4 types of charges. Judging by the length, my friend assumes that the longer the wire is, the more it is used. So, Nokia receives the prize of Most Used Chargers in the fray.
Notice the 3rd slot, which indicates Blackberry. I was like black...what? And thus, I browse the web and found that it is a brand that produces mostly business-functioned phones and handhelds.
Blackberry Phones
Well, unheard of.
Anyway, back to the Recharge Machine. Besides the rechargefunction, it also provides the sterializing function.
How do you actually sterialize your phone? What is the actual function? I mean, after you "sterialize" it, you take it out and the next thing you know, trillions of bacteria and micro-beings will eventually return to stick at your phone's surface.
Now you can sterilize your phone. How amazing is that?
Malaysia is really moving into Wawasan 2020, huh? Hi-tech sial.
This is called a Mobile Recharge Machine, or that is what we called it. It charges all types of phones, ranging from Motorola, Nokia, Alcatel, Sony Erricsson to Siemens. And you know wht? It can even charge iPod MP3. Hi-tech lo.
Motorola takes the most slots, containing 4 types of charges. Judging by the length, my friend assumes that the longer the wire is, the more it is used. So, Nokia receives the prize of Most Used Chargers in the fray.
Notice the 3rd slot, which indicates Blackberry. I was like black...what? And thus, I browse the web and found that it is a brand that produces mostly business-functioned phones and handhelds.
Blackberry Phones
Well, unheard of.
Anyway, back to the Recharge Machine. Besides the rechargefunction, it also provides the sterializing function.
How do you actually sterialize your phone? What is the actual function? I mean, after you "sterialize" it, you take it out and the next thing you know, trillions of bacteria and micro-beings will eventually return to stick at your phone's surface.
Now you can sterilize your phone. How amazing is that?
Malaysia is really moving into Wawasan 2020, huh? Hi-tech sial.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Prison? What Prison?
Filmaker make films into 3 parts and called it a "trilogy". And the trend of doing trilogies spreaded like wild fire. Ever since started by Lucas' Star Wars, both the original and the prequel and popularized by Jackson's, or rather Tolkien's, Lord of the Rings, trilogies has been very common.
Star Wars prequel Trilogy
LOTR Trilogy
So they made an impact on the concept and you get trilogies such as:
And spawn to games such as:
Warcraft Trilogies
But enough of this.
The main point here is that the trilogies concept spread to even TV series. Say Prison Break.
The producers are planning, yeah, hear that, planning to do a trilogy of it. Currently, its on its 2nd season.
Prison Break
Its a freaking hot and exciting series with an interesting chronological plot on how a man gets in the jail and wants to get out. On purpose.
Yeap, he gets in on purpose.
Reason? Save his supposed-to-be-innocent big bro.
The desperate plan was set into 22 episodes on the first season as Scofield(the dude's name) unleash his genious plan of escape.
Was skeptical of it when it first popped up in my network place. I mean, breaking a prison? What so fun bout that? Mz be some typical break-run-and-get-caught kinda procedure.
How wrong I am.
I gave it a shot on Saturday. And bingo, I am hooked. I finished 22 episodes in within ONE day.
The inmates
" Hey, are we supposed to make you up or what? No time liao."
The interesting concept of this series is apart from breaking the prison's brilliant tactics, it also covers government conspiracy, family ties and basically the strategy to framing people. And by the way, the inmates are just hunky mascular dudes, most of them. And no, I'm straight. Its jsut that I am amazed how they keep their skin so smooth and fair in prison.
Really, its an abolute thriller.
"You crazy ah? You aren't suppose to smear the blood on your head, dumbass!"
Season 2 starts with their escape and the cat-and-mouse chase with the puhlize. Am trying hard to get Season 2 ASAP.
Anyone has one?
Star Wars prequel Trilogy
LOTR Trilogy
So they made an impact on the concept and you get trilogies such as:
And spawn to games such as:
Warcraft Trilogies
But enough of this.
The main point here is that the trilogies concept spread to even TV series. Say Prison Break.
The producers are planning, yeah, hear that, planning to do a trilogy of it. Currently, its on its 2nd season.
Prison Break
Its a freaking hot and exciting series with an interesting chronological plot on how a man gets in the jail and wants to get out. On purpose.
Yeap, he gets in on purpose.
Reason? Save his supposed-to-be-innocent big bro.
The desperate plan was set into 22 episodes on the first season as Scofield(the dude's name) unleash his genious plan of escape.
Was skeptical of it when it first popped up in my network place. I mean, breaking a prison? What so fun bout that? Mz be some typical break-run-and-get-caught kinda procedure.
How wrong I am.
I gave it a shot on Saturday. And bingo, I am hooked. I finished 22 episodes in within ONE day.
The inmates
" Hey, are we supposed to make you up or what? No time liao."
The interesting concept of this series is apart from breaking the prison's brilliant tactics, it also covers government conspiracy, family ties and basically the strategy to framing people. And by the way, the inmates are just hunky mascular dudes, most of them. And no, I'm straight. Its jsut that I am amazed how they keep their skin so smooth and fair in prison.
Really, its an abolute thriller.
"You crazy ah? You aren't suppose to smear the blood on your head, dumbass!"
Season 2 starts with their escape and the cat-and-mouse chase with the puhlize. Am trying hard to get Season 2 ASAP.
Anyone has one?
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Slow
Everything has been going sooo slow since the return to KL. Have been awaiting the days to go to classes...erm...not really....i mean, the days that classes will start and all my friends will be back soon to their crampy lil' old hostel room. It wasn't sweet to be alone, well, almost alone for the whole freaking week, speaking say, less then 7 sentences in a day.
And thanks to the ill-timed(sorry Jo) meeting which happpens to make ma hols came to an abrupt end. The thing is it wasn't the length of the hols, is the timing. This week, I got sooo many things to do at once. Like celebrating, lets see, 3 of my friends' birthday and my cousin from Singapore came home. Damn. Haven't seen him like 5 freaking years.
But now I am happily tucked in my deflated chair, staring at the monotonous screen in front of me. Missed home.
The only thing fast is me reading 2 novels in 2 days. Grisham's The Broker and a CSI:Miami novel. Both are great and interesting, tho Grisham's will be a lil' bit draggy and full of law jargons. Anyway, it really speed up the days that went by. Will be starting on Mystic River soon.
The haze has, thankfully, reduced. Fresher air. Mood lightens up a bit....
And the always problematic internet connection somehow gets to make my mood swings. It went berserk and for 2 days it was in no mood to service the clients. The lazy asshole in the office took a self-proclaimed holiday on Wednesday.
Ok. Now I duno what to write. Having blog blocks.
Packed and gone.
And thanks to the ill-timed(sorry Jo) meeting which happpens to make ma hols came to an abrupt end. The thing is it wasn't the length of the hols, is the timing. This week, I got sooo many things to do at once. Like celebrating, lets see, 3 of my friends' birthday and my cousin from Singapore came home. Damn. Haven't seen him like 5 freaking years.
But now I am happily tucked in my deflated chair, staring at the monotonous screen in front of me. Missed home.
The only thing fast is me reading 2 novels in 2 days. Grisham's The Broker and a CSI:Miami novel. Both are great and interesting, tho Grisham's will be a lil' bit draggy and full of law jargons. Anyway, it really speed up the days that went by. Will be starting on Mystic River soon.
The haze has, thankfully, reduced. Fresher air. Mood lightens up a bit....
And the always problematic internet connection somehow gets to make my mood swings. It went berserk and for 2 days it was in no mood to service the clients. The lazy asshole in the office took a self-proclaimed holiday on Wednesday.
Ok. Now I duno what to write. Having blog blocks.
Packed and gone.
New Cam
After the absence of a digi cam for a whole of 6 months(the last one spoiled due to dislocated lens), finally I am back with a digi cam. So, lets hope if I am enthusiastic enough, my blog will be, once again, flourished with lots of pictures.
And, erhem, introducing Kodak EasyShare C643.
Sleek, ain't it?
Bought it with a bargain price of RM699, which due to promotion period in that particular shop, came with a free 512mb memory card, a free dull blue cover and 2 regular alkaline battery that only last for 2 days. But really, the bargain part is of course the memory card, which cost around RM180.
It comes with these features:
• 6.1 MP for prints up to 20 × 30 in. (50 × 75 cm)
• 3X optical zoom lens, 5X digital zoom
• 2.4 in. (6.1 cm) indoor/outdoor color display
• VGA video (640 × 480 at 30 fps) with sound
• Picture enhancing features
• On-camera Share button
• Internal memory plus
• SD/MMC card storage (32MB internal)
• ISO 80-400
Kinda cool.
It is a point-and-shoot cam with quite a traditional camera look. Light, sleek and compact. The buttons are easy to use and not confusing. You don't really need a guidebook to understand how to use it.
The pics it took were quite awesome. It comes with a blur warning function, which is not really useful, coz its judgement of so-called clear pictures is poor. Nonetheless, a guide. It also has scene mode , self timer, burst, exposure compensation(which I don't quite really understand) functions.
The cam also come with a movie mode function which can last for 20 minutes with a 512mb memory card. With sound. Something the precious cam do not have. Thrilled me of course.
The 6.1 mp feature is an obvious feature that excites me esp when it came with a bargain price. Plus, it also gives the option of adjusting its picture size, meaning I can reduce it to smaller mps to take more pictures.
This is one of the pics that is taken by the cam.
Some freaky plant in the porch
As for the EasyShare feature, it is quite useless to me, as i don't acquire the pinter and docks. So the cam name doesn't really applies in my case.
Out of curiosity, I checked the reviews for the cam. The result is mixed. Some say it was incredibly awesome while others lamented its quality. The most common complain is its inability to switch on properly and the blur pic function.
Well, lets just hope THOSE problems doesn't apply in mine. My preciousss.
And, erhem, introducing Kodak EasyShare C643.
Sleek, ain't it?
Bought it with a bargain price of RM699, which due to promotion period in that particular shop, came with a free 512mb memory card, a free dull blue cover and 2 regular alkaline battery that only last for 2 days. But really, the bargain part is of course the memory card, which cost around RM180.
It comes with these features:
• 6.1 MP for prints up to 20 × 30 in. (50 × 75 cm)
• 3X optical zoom lens, 5X digital zoom
• 2.4 in. (6.1 cm) indoor/outdoor color display
• VGA video (640 × 480 at 30 fps) with sound
• Picture enhancing features
• On-camera Share button
• Internal memory plus
• SD/MMC card storage (32MB internal)
• ISO 80-400
Kinda cool.
It is a point-and-shoot cam with quite a traditional camera look. Light, sleek and compact. The buttons are easy to use and not confusing. You don't really need a guidebook to understand how to use it.
The pics it took were quite awesome. It comes with a blur warning function, which is not really useful, coz its judgement of so-called clear pictures is poor. Nonetheless, a guide. It also has scene mode , self timer, burst, exposure compensation(which I don't quite really understand) functions.
The cam also come with a movie mode function which can last for 20 minutes with a 512mb memory card. With sound. Something the precious cam do not have. Thrilled me of course.
The 6.1 mp feature is an obvious feature that excites me esp when it came with a bargain price. Plus, it also gives the option of adjusting its picture size, meaning I can reduce it to smaller mps to take more pictures.
This is one of the pics that is taken by the cam.
Some freaky plant in the porch
As for the EasyShare feature, it is quite useless to me, as i don't acquire the pinter and docks. So the cam name doesn't really applies in my case.
Out of curiosity, I checked the reviews for the cam. The result is mixed. Some say it was incredibly awesome while others lamented its quality. The most common complain is its inability to switch on properly and the blur pic function.
Well, lets just hope THOSE problems doesn't apply in mine. My preciousss.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Untitled
Hols are bored and dull. To say I enjoyed the hols is way beyond compliment. Relax is a much better word.
Bored? Yes. Very. The things were soo routine. Eat, sleep and watch television, though wouldn't be complaining about food. In fact, the only enjoyment back there is the cuisine. Penang is not called Food Heaven for nothing.
Dull? Most of the time. Activities are so monotonous. Morning-sleep. Afternoon-sleep. Evening-football. Nigh-TV, no astro and was condemned even to watch dull Malay series. Sleep will not come before 3am, thanks to the aftermath of exams. Sigh.
Apart from TV and radio, I am pratically barred from any other multimedia sources. READ: Computer and Internet. The shitty thing is the dialled-up Internet nowadays diconnected every 5 minutes. Was once so fed-up that I banged the modem, tho it was obviously none of its fault. And finally, talked my dad to into installing Streamyx, and initial progress was done. And instead of Warcraft 3, the com is only eligible to play Warcraft 2 with no audio sound due to some defect software program. No games, no browsing, nothin'. Now I am much much much much glad to sit in front of the desktop in my hostel room.
As for the social part, it was like an iron-curtain policy. There was almost zero communication with my ex school mates, save for a visit to the school. Even with those living nearby, it was just some mere hi and bye and long time no see exchange. STPM is really taking the lives out of them. And btw, all my "foreign" friends send me Boeing 747s for their planned trips to Pg. I was practically isolated. I din even touch my feet on the floors of Gurney Plaza. How pathetic is that.
And to be confined to read LOTR novels once again makes life oh-so-dull. It is the sixth time for the first 2 books and 8th time for Return of The King. Din really know how I managed that feat, but boredom might contribute more to pure interest of it.
The good thing here is the makaning part in Penang. I was lucky then. 3 of my cousins celebrate their b'days during my stay in Pg. And we had a feast every Saturday. Whee. Long time coming since dishes like Shark Fin Soup, roasted piglings and tiger prawns are on my menu.
Something special was the trip to Bt. Ferringghi night market. The DVDs there are a bargain. 4 for each and buy 10 free one. But come to think again, the travelling part form Sg. Ara to Bt. Ferringhi already made up the cost to equal the score of buying a 7 buck DVD near my house. So not really some good deal, in a way.
A sunny afternoon at E-gate was not bad too. In fact, it was tantilizing. Sitting by the sea(quite near, not really BY the sea), sipping coffee and gathering memories with my 2 best pals...
Hmm, not that bad afterall.
And by the way, the air back there is waaaaayyy fresher than in Kl. Gosh, the haze is terrible, thanks to our always considerate neighbours.
KL at its not-so-bad hazy state. Imagine the worse.
And after a 4-hour trip in the North -South Highway and some rest, I am back in my cramped room writing a blog.
Ironically, am now missing home. What the hell.
p/s: Bought a new cam. Will be featuring in my next blog.
Bored? Yes. Very. The things were soo routine. Eat, sleep and watch television, though wouldn't be complaining about food. In fact, the only enjoyment back there is the cuisine. Penang is not called Food Heaven for nothing.
Dull? Most of the time. Activities are so monotonous. Morning-sleep. Afternoon-sleep. Evening-football. Nigh-TV, no astro and was condemned even to watch dull Malay series. Sleep will not come before 3am, thanks to the aftermath of exams. Sigh.
Apart from TV and radio, I am pratically barred from any other multimedia sources. READ: Computer and Internet. The shitty thing is the dialled-up Internet nowadays diconnected every 5 minutes. Was once so fed-up that I banged the modem, tho it was obviously none of its fault. And finally, talked my dad to into installing Streamyx, and initial progress was done. And instead of Warcraft 3, the com is only eligible to play Warcraft 2 with no audio sound due to some defect software program. No games, no browsing, nothin'. Now I am much much much much glad to sit in front of the desktop in my hostel room.
As for the social part, it was like an iron-curtain policy. There was almost zero communication with my ex school mates, save for a visit to the school. Even with those living nearby, it was just some mere hi and bye and long time no see exchange. STPM is really taking the lives out of them. And btw, all my "foreign" friends send me Boeing 747s for their planned trips to Pg. I was practically isolated. I din even touch my feet on the floors of Gurney Plaza. How pathetic is that.
And to be confined to read LOTR novels once again makes life oh-so-dull. It is the sixth time for the first 2 books and 8th time for Return of The King. Din really know how I managed that feat, but boredom might contribute more to pure interest of it.
The good thing here is the makaning part in Penang. I was lucky then. 3 of my cousins celebrate their b'days during my stay in Pg. And we had a feast every Saturday. Whee. Long time coming since dishes like Shark Fin Soup, roasted piglings and tiger prawns are on my menu.
Something special was the trip to Bt. Ferringghi night market. The DVDs there are a bargain. 4 for each and buy 10 free one. But come to think again, the travelling part form Sg. Ara to Bt. Ferringhi already made up the cost to equal the score of buying a 7 buck DVD near my house. So not really some good deal, in a way.
A sunny afternoon at E-gate was not bad too. In fact, it was tantilizing. Sitting by the sea(quite near, not really BY the sea), sipping coffee and gathering memories with my 2 best pals...
Hmm, not that bad afterall.
And by the way, the air back there is waaaaayyy fresher than in Kl. Gosh, the haze is terrible, thanks to our always considerate neighbours.
KL at its not-so-bad hazy state. Imagine the worse.
And after a 4-hour trip in the North -South Highway and some rest, I am back in my cramped room writing a blog.
Ironically, am now missing home. What the hell.
p/s: Bought a new cam. Will be featuring in my next blog.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Hols Notice
Finally, the killing spree is over. After being a tormented soul for like 3 weeks, its time for a holiday in the Caribbeans…..not. Ok, maybe going back won’t be that bad. And for once, this holiday ain’t gonna be that bad as previous holidays. Why? Cause THIS time, my friends will be free! At least, some of them are going to be after 2 weeks. STPM are torturous compared to our exams. You don’t have a second chance to resit, repeat and stuff. And the exam is a get-results-or-die-tryin’ type. Its only once in a lifetime, consider that you don’t want to take it in another 2 years.. No more no less. So the pressure is waaaaaaay over than college students, like me. Hah. So, I can be empathic if they refuse to come out to chill. Yes, you will be amazed that they can sit in the house for like 24 hours straight starring at the books and not get tired. Elite school students. Salute them, in a way.
By this time, except for most of my friends who are in my secondary school, most of them will be free, consider they are willing, to accompany me. Why not? They aren’t as kiasu as those elite students. They have life. Beat me up if you feel insulted here. Plus, friends from far and away are visiting penang. So as ambassador, I will be farely busy taking them for rides in The Island.
It’s a long time since the last blog. Felt rusted writing one. So, this is going to be a short blog, just to say, I am happy having crossed the Penang Bridge for good.
Updates and some flashbacks will be up soon.
p/s: I won’t blog as much in Penang. The Internet here sucks.
By this time, except for most of my friends who are in my secondary school, most of them will be free, consider they are willing, to accompany me. Why not? They aren’t as kiasu as those elite students. They have life. Beat me up if you feel insulted here. Plus, friends from far and away are visiting penang. So as ambassador, I will be farely busy taking them for rides in The Island.
It’s a long time since the last blog. Felt rusted writing one. So, this is going to be a short blog, just to say, I am happy having crossed the Penang Bridge for good.
Updates and some flashbacks will be up soon.
p/s: I won’t blog as much in Penang. The Internet here sucks.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Exam: The express way to hell.
Used to heard people say that life's easy after secondary school, coz its not so exam-oriented or something. Whatever(pronounced in bimbo accent). Its just freaking not true. Malaysia is still Malaysia, which means the whole education system is frggin' fuckup. In college and even universities, it is STILL exam-oriented. Everything is basically judged by one cheap, thin, and clean enuf to wipe ur ass piece of paper which pratically determines ur future. So, when it comes to exam periods, u know that u have to go thru the fiery bright gates of hell to get the results u wanted, or should we say "expected".
Try as hard as u can, but the bloody boring bulk of information just won't budge into ur memory. Frustrating huh? The matter of fact is even it goes through the bricks of ur brain, it stays there for like lets say 3.45 miliseconds and it flows away with the brain liquid to somewhere else in ur body, say ur ass. So, after turning 20 pages of ur book, u realized that u have forgotten the facts on page 1.
Now THATS frustrating.
Began to wonder why our brain works the fucked-up way. Amazingly, we can stored up to 10 of thousands of football players profile, every single strategies and tactics and cheat codes of any game, a 5 meter long list of clothes and brands available in shopping complexes and yet, when comes to exam, it just fails u.
Now THAT is also...u spell it. Yawn.
And despite the usual advice to chill and get enuf rest to maximize ur performance. It is not even close to follow the rigid rules of preparing for exams here. I mean, who cares. It won't work, especially for last-minute people. People like me. And even if u are not a last-minute person, you will probably follow suit as its the trend for exam period. Speaking of being left out and kiasu.
The theory is Exam= "healthy" lifestyle. Consider this. The paced schedule of midnight express train running everynight. The friggin huge ammount of caffeine consumed. The ammount of juice that u squeezed out of ur brain. The freaking ton-weighting pressure endured. And the encyclopedia of curses that is being blurted out when frustration creeps in. I will be damned if u expect a long life expectancy.
*gasp**breathes out*
And now time to shorten life expectancy.
Try as hard as u can, but the bloody boring bulk of information just won't budge into ur memory. Frustrating huh? The matter of fact is even it goes through the bricks of ur brain, it stays there for like lets say 3.45 miliseconds and it flows away with the brain liquid to somewhere else in ur body, say ur ass. So, after turning 20 pages of ur book, u realized that u have forgotten the facts on page 1.
Now THATS frustrating.
Began to wonder why our brain works the fucked-up way. Amazingly, we can stored up to 10 of thousands of football players profile, every single strategies and tactics and cheat codes of any game, a 5 meter long list of clothes and brands available in shopping complexes and yet, when comes to exam, it just fails u.
Now THAT is also...u spell it. Yawn.
And despite the usual advice to chill and get enuf rest to maximize ur performance. It is not even close to follow the rigid rules of preparing for exams here. I mean, who cares. It won't work, especially for last-minute people. People like me. And even if u are not a last-minute person, you will probably follow suit as its the trend for exam period. Speaking of being left out and kiasu.
The theory is Exam= "healthy" lifestyle. Consider this. The paced schedule of midnight express train running everynight. The friggin huge ammount of caffeine consumed. The ammount of juice that u squeezed out of ur brain. The freaking ton-weighting pressure endured. And the encyclopedia of curses that is being blurted out when frustration creeps in. I will be damned if u expect a long life expectancy.
*gasp**breathes out*
And now time to shorten life expectancy.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Empty
MERDEKA!!
Whoo! Zzzzzz....
Alrite, i admit i am not some patriotic person who goes around clad in Malyasian flag and driving cars with millions of M'sia flags around u that u cant even see the wind screen. Anyway, they are called p-o-s-e-r-s. Do something good that benefits the country la, thats what I called patriotic.
As i sed, I am not patriotic enuf, I dont have good deeds that can proof that I serve well as Malaysian, for now(maybe will never, am considering moving abroad). So, I don't really celebrate Independence Day(its called national day in M'sia, but Independence Day sounds so soooo cool, thanks to some alien-invade-earth-with-Will-Smith-starring-movie). Its meant for those people who really like cares for the national matters, say Abdullah Badawi and maybe Dr. Mahathir. Heh.
Well, really, after 49 years, the meaning of remembering the day the country releasing themselves from the ang mohs is not really there anymore, esp. teenagers like us. We watch the parades and the fireworks jz because they are like "Wow!" and some *ahem* leng luis are around to see them.
Its a public holiday anyway. Which means instead of trying to remember how to sing Negaraku and some patriotic songs and thinking of the days when TAR shouts Merdeka, you probably will be lying straight in ur bed or shopping around KLCC because its some Merdeka Sale, or just simply stare at ur books bcoz exam is near.
And speaking of exams....
Damn. It is now officialy a week from that. And I am jz not ready. The brain GB jz wont want to store the information u want them to. Lets imagine this situation, u studied subject A, satisfied and continue with subject B. Half way through, u wanna test urself on subject A and guess what? Poof. U just can't remember any of them( okla, say a little bit of them). Was like WTF? And then the "die liao la" feeling comes in. Russel Peters once said popped in the Indian accent and tension's gone. Fuck it. I tried. It never materialized, tension is still there. Pundek.
Anyway, life's like roller coster when it comes to exam period. Imsonia is the main disorder most probably faced especially when u cant go to sleep becoz you are worried and yet u cant do anything about it becoz u are demotivated. I mean, who the fuck will blog 6.40am in the morning? =.=
And to make matters worse, the feeling of emptiness creeps in now and then, especially when u are single. Here's the scenario. Nobody's cares what you did. You feel like complaining ur misery, but noticed only the wall( and ur blog) wants to hear you talking. You see couples hanging around after an exhausted study session, while the only thing accompaning you is some bloody boring text books. Sometimes, though is not a need, u jz wish that u could have someone close enough to share something with.
Siiiiiiigghh.
The sound of rubbish being picked up reminds me that its morning. A new day starts and its time to...sleep.
Good morning people.....
Whoo! Zzzzzz....
Alrite, i admit i am not some patriotic person who goes around clad in Malyasian flag and driving cars with millions of M'sia flags around u that u cant even see the wind screen. Anyway, they are called p-o-s-e-r-s. Do something good that benefits the country la, thats what I called patriotic.
As i sed, I am not patriotic enuf, I dont have good deeds that can proof that I serve well as Malaysian, for now(maybe will never, am considering moving abroad). So, I don't really celebrate Independence Day(its called national day in M'sia, but Independence Day sounds so soooo cool, thanks to some alien-invade-earth-with-Will-Smith-starring-movie). Its meant for those people who really like cares for the national matters, say Abdullah Badawi and maybe Dr. Mahathir. Heh.
Well, really, after 49 years, the meaning of remembering the day the country releasing themselves from the ang mohs is not really there anymore, esp. teenagers like us. We watch the parades and the fireworks jz because they are like "Wow!" and some *ahem* leng luis are around to see them.
Its a public holiday anyway. Which means instead of trying to remember how to sing Negaraku and some patriotic songs and thinking of the days when TAR shouts Merdeka, you probably will be lying straight in ur bed or shopping around KLCC because its some Merdeka Sale, or just simply stare at ur books bcoz exam is near.
And speaking of exams....
Damn. It is now officialy a week from that. And I am jz not ready. The brain GB jz wont want to store the information u want them to. Lets imagine this situation, u studied subject A, satisfied and continue with subject B. Half way through, u wanna test urself on subject A and guess what? Poof. U just can't remember any of them( okla, say a little bit of them). Was like WTF? And then the "die liao la" feeling comes in. Russel Peters once said popped in the Indian accent and tension's gone. Fuck it. I tried. It never materialized, tension is still there. Pundek.
Anyway, life's like roller coster when it comes to exam period. Imsonia is the main disorder most probably faced especially when u cant go to sleep becoz you are worried and yet u cant do anything about it becoz u are demotivated. I mean, who the fuck will blog 6.40am in the morning? =.=
And to make matters worse, the feeling of emptiness creeps in now and then, especially when u are single. Here's the scenario. Nobody's cares what you did. You feel like complaining ur misery, but noticed only the wall( and ur blog) wants to hear you talking. You see couples hanging around after an exhausted study session, while the only thing accompaning you is some bloody boring text books. Sometimes, though is not a need, u jz wish that u could have someone close enough to share something with.
Siiiiiiigghh.
The sound of rubbish being picked up reminds me that its morning. A new day starts and its time to...sleep.
Good morning people.....
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Pierced
I always regard piercing for boys as something inappropriate. Something is not right somewhere.
That is until now.
It was during a window shopping in KLCC. When suddenly I got inspired to get myself pierced. Out of no where, the enthusiast to try something different jz stuike me. So, I decided to pierce my ear. Told Denise and Thomas, and they gave me The-Rock-one-eyebrow-up-look. Thomas slapped himself and touched my forehead for fever indication.
So, a research was done. And it came to the conclusion that I will do it in Jusco, since Sungei Wang is like 10 LRT stops away. Supposingly, Thomas, Cynthia and Denise were supposed to witness the ritual, but it turned out to be ma hostel floormates.
Was suppose to pierce the left ear only. But the blood sucking lady wanna charge me 10 bucks for one. So I decided to pierce two for 15 bucks, for the sake of the value. Cheapskate me.
And here is me...
Heh..yeng hoh?
It was a nervous process, especially when they are pointing a gun at ur ear for like 10 seconds, aiming for the right spot, then "Phiak!". Its in. *Process x2.*
After ten minutes, the ant-bite-like pain was dangling around my ears. I can see my ears red and swolen like Buddha's. But that's just for a while. One hour later, it will be as if u did nothing to ur ear.
The first thing I reached my room is called my mom. No, i din type wrong. I called my mom.
Mom: You today very free ah?
Me: Nah, jz feel like calling home.
Mom: So, everything fine?
Me: Ya everything is fine. Btw, I pierced my ears.
Mom:( calmly) Oh.
Me: (amazed) Aren't u surprised?
Mom: Kind of. What u expect me to do? Shout on the phone that u pierced ur ear?
Me: Er...no. Good point.
Mom: Why u go do le?
Me: Er...for fun la. Want to try some thing out.
Mom: Haiz. Wu liao hoh. No need study huh?
Me: Got la. As I sed, trying something out.
Mom: Mmm. Enuf ah. One time can d ah. No more pierce here pierce there ah. No more trying outs. Wu liao la. Tell u to go and study la.
Me: Zai la.
Phew. So i got the approval. Hehe. At least from one side. Dad? Dare not to speak of it on the phone. Leave it to mom telling him. My sis was unamazed. I told her and she was like: " Ya. I noe. Fashion maa!" Well.
Amazingly, my mom called two days later.
Mom: So, hows ur ear?
Me: Hah? Oh. Ok la. Like tat lo.
Mom: No pain ah? If got pain must apply antiseptic u noe. Or else it will rot.
Me: Wah. Tat serious ah?
Mom: Aiya. Exaggerating la. Anyhow, jz apply Zambuk la. Mz take care of it, u noe.
Me: Ooh.
Honestly, I din expect my mom to call and asked about it. It was a major breakthrough. Jz 2 years ago, she was limiting me on how many hours I have to spend on computers, nagging away even if I overused one minute. Now, she was asking how my piercing was. I am still kinda shell-shocked. Probably something to do with maturity and wisdom. Duno. Whatever la. Anyway, thanks for understanding, mom. Hehe.
And so, come to think of it, piercing ears wasn't so bad a move at all, here's why:
- I feel more yeng (perasan punya orang!!)
- It boost my confidence one way or other.
- It post up a "Don't mess with me" message. May probably scare off the parang-wielding guys.
Out for now.
That is until now.
It was during a window shopping in KLCC. When suddenly I got inspired to get myself pierced. Out of no where, the enthusiast to try something different jz stuike me. So, I decided to pierce my ear. Told Denise and Thomas, and they gave me The-Rock-one-eyebrow-up-look. Thomas slapped himself and touched my forehead for fever indication.
So, a research was done. And it came to the conclusion that I will do it in Jusco, since Sungei Wang is like 10 LRT stops away. Supposingly, Thomas, Cynthia and Denise were supposed to witness the ritual, but it turned out to be ma hostel floormates.
Was suppose to pierce the left ear only. But the blood sucking lady wanna charge me 10 bucks for one. So I decided to pierce two for 15 bucks, for the sake of the value. Cheapskate me.
And here is me...
Heh..yeng hoh?
It was a nervous process, especially when they are pointing a gun at ur ear for like 10 seconds, aiming for the right spot, then "Phiak!". Its in. *Process x2.*
After ten minutes, the ant-bite-like pain was dangling around my ears. I can see my ears red and swolen like Buddha's. But that's just for a while. One hour later, it will be as if u did nothing to ur ear.
The first thing I reached my room is called my mom. No, i din type wrong. I called my mom.
Mom: You today very free ah?
Me: Nah, jz feel like calling home.
Mom: So, everything fine?
Me: Ya everything is fine. Btw, I pierced my ears.
Mom:( calmly) Oh.
Me: (amazed) Aren't u surprised?
Mom: Kind of. What u expect me to do? Shout on the phone that u pierced ur ear?
Me: Er...no. Good point.
Mom: Why u go do le?
Me: Er...for fun la. Want to try some thing out.
Mom: Haiz. Wu liao hoh. No need study huh?
Me: Got la. As I sed, trying something out.
Mom: Mmm. Enuf ah. One time can d ah. No more pierce here pierce there ah. No more trying outs. Wu liao la. Tell u to go and study la.
Me: Zai la.
Phew. So i got the approval. Hehe. At least from one side. Dad? Dare not to speak of it on the phone. Leave it to mom telling him. My sis was unamazed. I told her and she was like: " Ya. I noe. Fashion maa!" Well.
Amazingly, my mom called two days later.
Mom: So, hows ur ear?
Me: Hah? Oh. Ok la. Like tat lo.
Mom: No pain ah? If got pain must apply antiseptic u noe. Or else it will rot.
Me: Wah. Tat serious ah?
Mom: Aiya. Exaggerating la. Anyhow, jz apply Zambuk la. Mz take care of it, u noe.
Me: Ooh.
Honestly, I din expect my mom to call and asked about it. It was a major breakthrough. Jz 2 years ago, she was limiting me on how many hours I have to spend on computers, nagging away even if I overused one minute. Now, she was asking how my piercing was. I am still kinda shell-shocked. Probably something to do with maturity and wisdom. Duno. Whatever la. Anyway, thanks for understanding, mom. Hehe.
And so, come to think of it, piercing ears wasn't so bad a move at all, here's why:
- I feel more yeng (perasan punya orang!!)
- It boost my confidence one way or other.
- It post up a "Don't mess with me" message. May probably scare off the parang-wielding guys.
Out for now.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Got Tagged Again and Again
Who else but Thomas? But I like to being asked stupid questions...esp. when you are living in a hectic non-sensical world like now.
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write a blog with six weird facts/things/habits about yourself.
Walan...everybody's going to noe that I am abnormal...what are u laughing at? So are u
1. I kiss my bolster. Hei..u there! Stop laughing! Its the only thing that accomapny me to bed every night...at least for now. So, girls, unless u become my girlfriend, y'all stop laughing for now. Plus, it might turned out I am a good kisser because I trained. Yowza!
2. I have a high bladder. One sip of water can eventually leads me to the toilet at least 2 times. Wonder where all the liquid came from.
3. Although I am some football maniac, I cant ....erm..ahem....juggle. The ball just wont budge into the air no matter how I try to lift it. Loser.
4. I always fantasize that I had telepath brain and the ability to orb/shimmer/teleport. Thanks to programmes which show special abilities people. And no, I don't fantasize wearing red underwear outside.
5. I never cried in the movies, no matter how sad and gam dong(thouching) the movie is. Until "Click" came.
6. I think I have high sex drive. Full stop.
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grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
......is important, consider that after terror attacks of Spetember 11, 2001, many Depar-
stretch your arm out as far as you can.
For what? Alrite...did. Wu liao.
what is the last thing you watched on tv?
Some cantonese drama called Ngo you Fit ya Fit( I Want to be Fit)...Its on the canteen TV. No choice. I don't like cantonese dramas...I think they are lame and kinda fake.
without looking, guess what time is it
1.55pm?
now look look at the clock. what is the actual time?
2.19pm. Now u know why I fantasize telepath minds.
with the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
Rain. Shit! My clothes!
when did you last step outside? what were you doing?
Jz. Took my clothes in.
before you started this survey, what did you look at?
Friendster webpage. Thomas' blog. Soccernet.com. and my BMP text.
what are you wearing now?
Reebok sleeveless T with dark blue front and white back. Black pants. One pair of earring. 2 wrist bands. Golden underwear.
did you dream last night?
Maybe. Maybe not. Not sure.
when did you last laugh?
When reading thomas' blog. He is just funny.
what is on the walls of the room you are in?
My side of wall will be full of my own sketches, some football stars posters, Volvo V70 poster and a Shakira's.
seen anything weird lately?
Nice question. Since its Hungry Ghost Festival, the tendency is high, especially after some ghost story session. U just feel everything seems to be weird.
what is the last film you saw?
Click. I cried. Ya. Believe it.
if you become a multi-millionaire overnight, what will you buy?
That will be considered after I get the millions. Lazy to think now. No point oso.
tell me something about you i don't know
I once considered suicide. It was stupid, come to think again, very stupid. Partly explains why I took up psychology course.
if you could change one thing in the world, regardless of guilt of politics, what would you do?
Er...I want a peaceful world. The world is now contaminated and polluted badly. Seems like Armageddon comes from within, not of some comet that bangs the earth and poof. My theory.
do you like to dance?
Nah. I rather plays the music than dancing.
george bush:
is an asshole who only thinks about himself and a terrorist who purposes Worldpeace by conquering and killing innocent nations and people. How ironic is that? See u in hell, Bush. Gonna whack u up, if I saw u.
imagine your first child is a girl. what would you call her?
Marion. I always like that name.
imagine your first child is a boy. what would you call him?
Darius. Sounds grand to me.
would you ever consider living abroad?
Yeah. Considered. It depends what future holds for me. Can't make the decision now.
I tag: Jeremy(finally ur blog came to life...so might else well), Cynthia, Vic, Denise, Eunice, Rachying.
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write a blog with six weird facts/things/habits about yourself.
Walan...everybody's going to noe that I am abnormal...what are u laughing at? So are u
1. I kiss my bolster. Hei..u there! Stop laughing! Its the only thing that accomapny me to bed every night...at least for now. So, girls, unless u become my girlfriend, y'all stop laughing for now. Plus, it might turned out I am a good kisser because I trained. Yowza!
2. I have a high bladder. One sip of water can eventually leads me to the toilet at least 2 times. Wonder where all the liquid came from.
3. Although I am some football maniac, I cant ....erm..ahem....juggle. The ball just wont budge into the air no matter how I try to lift it. Loser.
4. I always fantasize that I had telepath brain and the ability to orb/shimmer/teleport. Thanks to programmes which show special abilities people. And no, I don't fantasize wearing red underwear outside.
5. I never cried in the movies, no matter how sad and gam dong(thouching) the movie is. Until "Click" came.
6. I think I have high sex drive. Full stop.
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grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
......is important, consider that after terror attacks of Spetember 11, 2001, many Depar-
stretch your arm out as far as you can.
For what? Alrite...did. Wu liao.
what is the last thing you watched on tv?
Some cantonese drama called Ngo you Fit ya Fit( I Want to be Fit)...Its on the canteen TV. No choice. I don't like cantonese dramas...I think they are lame and kinda fake.
without looking, guess what time is it
1.55pm?
now look look at the clock. what is the actual time?
2.19pm. Now u know why I fantasize telepath minds.
with the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
Rain. Shit! My clothes!
when did you last step outside? what were you doing?
Jz. Took my clothes in.
before you started this survey, what did you look at?
Friendster webpage. Thomas' blog. Soccernet.com. and my BMP text.
what are you wearing now?
Reebok sleeveless T with dark blue front and white back. Black pants. One pair of earring. 2 wrist bands. Golden underwear.
did you dream last night?
Maybe. Maybe not. Not sure.
when did you last laugh?
When reading thomas' blog. He is just funny.
what is on the walls of the room you are in?
My side of wall will be full of my own sketches, some football stars posters, Volvo V70 poster and a Shakira's.
seen anything weird lately?
Nice question. Since its Hungry Ghost Festival, the tendency is high, especially after some ghost story session. U just feel everything seems to be weird.
what is the last film you saw?
Click. I cried. Ya. Believe it.
if you become a multi-millionaire overnight, what will you buy?
That will be considered after I get the millions. Lazy to think now. No point oso.
tell me something about you i don't know
I once considered suicide. It was stupid, come to think again, very stupid. Partly explains why I took up psychology course.
if you could change one thing in the world, regardless of guilt of politics, what would you do?
Er...I want a peaceful world. The world is now contaminated and polluted badly. Seems like Armageddon comes from within, not of some comet that bangs the earth and poof. My theory.
do you like to dance?
Nah. I rather plays the music than dancing.
george bush:
is an asshole who only thinks about himself and a terrorist who purposes Worldpeace by conquering and killing innocent nations and people. How ironic is that? See u in hell, Bush. Gonna whack u up, if I saw u.
imagine your first child is a girl. what would you call her?
Marion. I always like that name.
imagine your first child is a boy. what would you call him?
Darius. Sounds grand to me.
would you ever consider living abroad?
Yeah. Considered. It depends what future holds for me. Can't make the decision now.
I tag: Jeremy(finally ur blog came to life...so might else well), Cynthia, Vic, Denise, Eunice, Rachying.
2 Dimensions
While halfway through this post, Mozilla Fox came with the damn upgrade-customer-service inquiry, which crashed with what I am doing, and closes my blog....really no brain assholes, can't they do their maintance some other time of all time? Kacau kacau...now no mood to write d...so this blog may well sucks.
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It is week 12. Wait. Damn...it is now week 13. And the sizzling hot exam fever is looming near....so hot that it actually dehydrate ur brains and burned ur ass out.
Whatsmore, 2nd year in diploma wasn't some sweet honeymoon college life, especially when it come to exam periods. 5 subjects with minimum difficulty of 2(out of 5) and 12 credit hours to be claimed. The pressure is on...really on.
And yet.
I am still on assignment-aftermath mode.
Which means, I am glad assignments are over and I am relaxing.
Which means, my brains are on back-packed holiday and was wondering somewhere far from the hectic moments of exam and tring to get lost somewhere(particularly, the world of games).
Now, I am wondering whether I have split personality.
One dimension of me, was panicking about the chapters, pages and notes that are not even registered in my limited CPU storage, starring horribly, terribly and vegetably on the text books and killing off myself with some"die-liao-la" moaning. While the other dimension of me was on hardcore gaming mode, danggling around on the Web(even if there's nothing to browse anymore) and practicing eat-sleep ritual almost to the highest level.
What the hell is happening? Where is the exam-umph that is supposed to reach by now?
While wondering where it is, the exam schedule is already out. More anxiety.
And while starring blankly on the schedules, classmates are already printing out the past-year questions out to prepare themselves. More and more anxiety. And while you are observing their steps into the library, you know you are going to be left out if you don't start now. Which leads to more and more and more anxiety.
And I am sitting here in front of the damn computer, with a text book just 5 centimetres away from me, blogging my way out.
The irony is there. But heck, I don't even have the courage to open my book, as if fearing it will jump and slap my face for not using it the whole sem. *Slap slap* It jz did.
Alrite, crapping session over. Its exam period and if I don't start any moment by now, I will be eventually booking a coffin for me by tomorrow.
While graphic design world are now trying to expand dimensions from 2Ds into 3Ds and 4Ds, I am centralizing myself into jz oni 1D. And that does not, hopefully, becomes the I-don't-know-and-I-don't-care side of me.
Out.
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It is week 12. Wait. Damn...it is now week 13. And the sizzling hot exam fever is looming near....so hot that it actually dehydrate ur brains and burned ur ass out.
Whatsmore, 2nd year in diploma wasn't some sweet honeymoon college life, especially when it come to exam periods. 5 subjects with minimum difficulty of 2(out of 5) and 12 credit hours to be claimed. The pressure is on...really on.
And yet.
I am still on assignment-aftermath mode.
Which means, I am glad assignments are over and I am relaxing.
Which means, my brains are on back-packed holiday and was wondering somewhere far from the hectic moments of exam and tring to get lost somewhere(particularly, the world of games).
Now, I am wondering whether I have split personality.
One dimension of me, was panicking about the chapters, pages and notes that are not even registered in my limited CPU storage, starring horribly, terribly and vegetably on the text books and killing off myself with some"die-liao-la" moaning. While the other dimension of me was on hardcore gaming mode, danggling around on the Web(even if there's nothing to browse anymore) and practicing eat-sleep ritual almost to the highest level.
What the hell is happening? Where is the exam-umph that is supposed to reach by now?
While wondering where it is, the exam schedule is already out. More anxiety.
And while starring blankly on the schedules, classmates are already printing out the past-year questions out to prepare themselves. More and more anxiety. And while you are observing their steps into the library, you know you are going to be left out if you don't start now. Which leads to more and more and more anxiety.
And I am sitting here in front of the damn computer, with a text book just 5 centimetres away from me, blogging my way out.
The irony is there. But heck, I don't even have the courage to open my book, as if fearing it will jump and slap my face for not using it the whole sem. *Slap slap* It jz did.
Alrite, crapping session over. Its exam period and if I don't start any moment by now, I will be eventually booking a coffin for me by tomorrow.
While graphic design world are now trying to expand dimensions from 2Ds into 3Ds and 4Ds, I am centralizing myself into jz oni 1D. And that does not, hopefully, becomes the I-don't-know-and-I-don't-care side of me.
Out.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Missing
No, nothing was lost. Am missing home. And I mean damn friggin terribly miserably missing home here. Was suppose to go home on week 12’s weekend, but some Sports Carnival duty halted my grand plan, and sigh….
The frequency of thoughts of Penang is definitely increasing by the days. Here’s a list of what I’ve been missing:
I miss my home.
I miss my parents. Have been thinking of them since there is no space required for the significant one….kiddin. Really miss them.
I miss my sister. Though she sometimes send some stupid sms…but I still appreciate it.
I miss my room. Its true I had established a feeling for my hostel room here. But still the room back there is my room for like 18 years. Eighteen. Who can shrug off the closeness of that in such a short time, say, 2 years?
I miss my dog. Er…yeah, it might be frustrating at times, thanks to the shriek-like barking, but still it will melt ur heart whenever u see it, thanks to it pinched, never-grow-up size.
Meet Murphy, ma mini-pincher.
I miss my best of best friends Rach and Yong Wah. Miss those kap siao session. Miss driving them to wherever they wanted to go. Miss their laughter. Its good that I know they miss me too. Thanks for the reminder testi.
I miss my school friends. Guess F6 is no joking process to go through. It might change them into psychos, or probably already did. Can’t even see them in MSN. Where you guys dispersed to?
I miss ma secondary school. Nope, not the discipline teachers and the prefects. Just the school. Mind you, assholes. Miss the atmosphere, miss my school band days, miss my saxophone. Miss sitting in class and kap siao-ing. Miss the toilet’s smell…er…not really. Not even close.
I miss my grandma’s place. Not the graveyard la. The house that she used to live in. Miss my aunties there. Miss watching football every weekend. Miss playing computer with my cousins. Miss celebrating birthdays there.
I miss Gurney. Err...not really. Jz the atmosphere. There are so many memories there.
I miss driving. Miss the black, square-shaped Nissan. Miss the loud engine. Miss the penang roads. Miss laughing at turbo-built Kancils. Miss cursing at reckless bikers.
I miss the food. Ooo…the Sg. Ara market food. Miss the days when I spent mornings with friends in the kopitiam. Miss the Char Koay Teow, curry mee, chicken rice and the teh peng. Missing mom’s cooking. Miss the claypot chicken rice, miss…damn, I am hungry.
Tempting la. How?
Its week 12 now. That will be like 5 more weeks to go at least. And final exams are coming. Arrgh….After that… “Yay! Its holiday!!Whoo, yes!” *Jumping around like psycho* *Roommate starred* *Embarrassed and returns to the sit.*
Me ass reporting out.
The frequency of thoughts of Penang is definitely increasing by the days. Here’s a list of what I’ve been missing:
I miss my home.
I miss my parents. Have been thinking of them since there is no space required for the significant one….kiddin. Really miss them.
I miss my sister. Though she sometimes send some stupid sms…but I still appreciate it.
I miss my room. Its true I had established a feeling for my hostel room here. But still the room back there is my room for like 18 years. Eighteen. Who can shrug off the closeness of that in such a short time, say, 2 years?
I miss my dog. Er…yeah, it might be frustrating at times, thanks to the shriek-like barking, but still it will melt ur heart whenever u see it, thanks to it pinched, never-grow-up size.
Meet Murphy, ma mini-pincher.
I miss my best of best friends Rach and Yong Wah. Miss those kap siao session. Miss driving them to wherever they wanted to go. Miss their laughter. Its good that I know they miss me too. Thanks for the reminder testi.
I miss my school friends. Guess F6 is no joking process to go through. It might change them into psychos, or probably already did. Can’t even see them in MSN. Where you guys dispersed to?
I miss ma secondary school. Nope, not the discipline teachers and the prefects. Just the school. Mind you, assholes. Miss the atmosphere, miss my school band days, miss my saxophone. Miss sitting in class and kap siao-ing. Miss the toilet’s smell…er…not really. Not even close.
I miss my grandma’s place. Not the graveyard la. The house that she used to live in. Miss my aunties there. Miss watching football every weekend. Miss playing computer with my cousins. Miss celebrating birthdays there.
I miss Gurney. Err...not really. Jz the atmosphere. There are so many memories there.
I miss driving. Miss the black, square-shaped Nissan. Miss the loud engine. Miss the penang roads. Miss laughing at turbo-built Kancils. Miss cursing at reckless bikers.
I miss the food. Ooo…the Sg. Ara market food. Miss the days when I spent mornings with friends in the kopitiam. Miss the Char Koay Teow, curry mee, chicken rice and the teh peng. Missing mom’s cooking. Miss the claypot chicken rice, miss…damn, I am hungry.
Tempting la. How?
Its week 12 now. That will be like 5 more weeks to go at least. And final exams are coming. Arrgh….After that… “Yay! Its holiday!!Whoo, yes!” *Jumping around like psycho* *Roommate starred* *Embarrassed and returns to the sit.*
Me ass reporting out.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Got Tagged...again.
Thomas= wu liao guy....anyway, there is another theory which says Sin Eu = more wu liao guy.
So here goes.....*breaths deeply and....start*
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10 years ago i was:
Wait ar...have to do some maths...now I am 19...so...ahh..minus 10 means...oh ok.
Er....dumb standard-3-asshole. Very quai (not quai lan) student. Do every homework teacher gave. Top in class. Duno what the fuck is "fuck". Study in 3U SRJK Kwang Hwa. Realize tat I dont have a high IQ( I din get through PTS). Played Warcraft 2, my first PC game. Nerd with a cute face.
5 years ago i was:
Tat will be 19 minus 5..hmm..ok. Form 2 sohai. Don't do every homework anymore. Know what the fuck is "fuck".....and other vulgar words as well. In an all-boys school...CLHS. Chee ko( how do you put this? Its like u look girls as if they are like angels from heaven..all-boys school maa...what to do?). Joined the school band and plays the saxophone. Social outcast. Family rebel. Loud but pointless. An amateur football-freak( thinks Joe Cole is related to Ashley Cole).
1 year ago i was:
Getting rid of high school days. Gone for my first school break job. Almost went into Form 6 if not for my results( am relief I din get in). Still single, and not so proud of it. Rejected twice in 4 months time..sob. Become college freshie. Studies psychology. Live in Kay Lel. Starting a whole new life. Miss my family and friends back home...badly.
Yesterday I was:
Enjoying my weekend after settling a horde of assignments and presentations. Went to TBR with fellow Penangnites, Denise and Thomas. Suppose to be back at Penang, but cancel the trip (sorry mom for unable to eat the food u prepared for me). Talked to the hostel wall. Smell my bolster for the whole afternoon. Eat a lot of creeps (DotA-ing). Looking at the calendar and realize how fast time past(1 month to go for exam).
5 recent songs I listened to:
- If I were you by Hoobastank. Was repeating the song over and over again. It is so meaningful.
- Welcome to wherever you are by Bon Jovi. Minimizes home-sickness.
- Jack Sparrow by Hanz Zimmer in POTC Dead Man's Chest OST. Classical and soothing. Great music.
- Only Hope by Mandy Moore and Switchfoot(2 versions). Always did a back-to-back whenever one of them pops up in my music list.
- 6 Days by DJ Shadow and Mos Def. OST from Tokyo Drift. Nice song but overplayed. Should stop.
Songs I noe all the words to:
- Ba, wo hui lai le (Dad, I am home) by Jay Chow. My first exposure to Jay and first rapping song i noe.
- She will be loved by Marron 5.
- Show me the meaning of being lonely by BSB. I noe la, its lame.
-Together we are one by Delta Goodrem. Thanks to OO nite.
- You are beautiful by James Blunt. Simple and nice.
5 ideal places for running away to:
- Back at Penang, my hometown. Will always be my first destination. Consider I can teleport myself to there anytime.
- My room. The safest place in Setapak for now to get rid of the parang guys around.
- Holland, Amsterdam to be specific. You know why.
- Anfield. Home of Liverpool FC.
- In the arms of somone. I agree with Thomas. I needed that too.
5 things I really want:
- A car. Badly. Travelling around in KL is easier if I had that. Am a driving kaki. Plus, it might be safer to travel around since parang-slashing creatures are around.
- A brand new HP. Lost one. Now using an older one with no infrared, bluetooth, greentongue or brownears technology.
- A digi cam. The previous spoiled.
- The mind of Profressor Xavier from X-men. I always dreamed of having that.
- A romantic partner. A girl of course. I don't do Broke Back Mountains.
5 things I should be doing right now:
- Study. I noe. i am a lazy ass.
- Cleaning my room. Havent to do that like...er..ahem..duno. Go figure. Another point to proof that I am lazy.
- Call my family. Talked to my mom yesterday. But it was she who called.
- Prepare proposal for Mass Comm Society.
- Prepare for presentation next week.
By the way, how I am suppose to do 5 things altogether at one time? Quite a dumb way to ask actually.
5 biggest joy in my life:
- Family. Missing them badly. I really appreciated the existence of them.
- Friends. Old and new. There are the ones that I cherished apart from family. Imagine life without friends...
- Food. Especially Penang food. Missed them badly too. Also my mom's cooking.
- Female. The world is a balanced world. When there's Adam, there's Eve.
- Me, myself and I. If there is no me, how la to enjoy the joy I enjoy now...
5 people I tag:
- Vic.
- CJ.
- Denise.
- Cody.
- Sarah.
Have a nice day being tagged.
So here goes.....*breaths deeply and....start*
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10 years ago i was:
Wait ar...have to do some maths...now I am 19...so...ahh..minus 10 means...oh ok.
Er....dumb standard-3-asshole. Very quai (not quai lan) student. Do every homework teacher gave. Top in class. Duno what the fuck is "fuck". Study in 3U SRJK Kwang Hwa. Realize tat I dont have a high IQ( I din get through PTS). Played Warcraft 2, my first PC game. Nerd with a cute face.
5 years ago i was:
Tat will be 19 minus 5..hmm..ok. Form 2 sohai. Don't do every homework anymore. Know what the fuck is "fuck".....and other vulgar words as well. In an all-boys school...CLHS. Chee ko( how do you put this? Its like u look girls as if they are like angels from heaven..all-boys school maa...what to do?). Joined the school band and plays the saxophone. Social outcast. Family rebel. Loud but pointless. An amateur football-freak( thinks Joe Cole is related to Ashley Cole).
1 year ago i was:
Getting rid of high school days. Gone for my first school break job. Almost went into Form 6 if not for my results( am relief I din get in). Still single, and not so proud of it. Rejected twice in 4 months time..sob. Become college freshie. Studies psychology. Live in Kay Lel. Starting a whole new life. Miss my family and friends back home...badly.
Yesterday I was:
Enjoying my weekend after settling a horde of assignments and presentations. Went to TBR with fellow Penangnites, Denise and Thomas. Suppose to be back at Penang, but cancel the trip (sorry mom for unable to eat the food u prepared for me). Talked to the hostel wall. Smell my bolster for the whole afternoon. Eat a lot of creeps (DotA-ing). Looking at the calendar and realize how fast time past(1 month to go for exam).
5 recent songs I listened to:
- If I were you by Hoobastank. Was repeating the song over and over again. It is so meaningful.
- Welcome to wherever you are by Bon Jovi. Minimizes home-sickness.
- Jack Sparrow by Hanz Zimmer in POTC Dead Man's Chest OST. Classical and soothing. Great music.
- Only Hope by Mandy Moore and Switchfoot(2 versions). Always did a back-to-back whenever one of them pops up in my music list.
- 6 Days by DJ Shadow and Mos Def. OST from Tokyo Drift. Nice song but overplayed. Should stop.
Songs I noe all the words to:
- Ba, wo hui lai le (Dad, I am home) by Jay Chow. My first exposure to Jay and first rapping song i noe.
- She will be loved by Marron 5.
- Show me the meaning of being lonely by BSB. I noe la, its lame.
-Together we are one by Delta Goodrem. Thanks to OO nite.
- You are beautiful by James Blunt. Simple and nice.
5 ideal places for running away to:
- Back at Penang, my hometown. Will always be my first destination. Consider I can teleport myself to there anytime.
- My room. The safest place in Setapak for now to get rid of the parang guys around.
- Holland, Amsterdam to be specific. You know why.
- Anfield. Home of Liverpool FC.
- In the arms of somone. I agree with Thomas. I needed that too.
5 things I really want:
- A car. Badly. Travelling around in KL is easier if I had that. Am a driving kaki. Plus, it might be safer to travel around since parang-slashing creatures are around.
- A brand new HP. Lost one. Now using an older one with no infrared, bluetooth, greentongue or brownears technology.
- A digi cam. The previous spoiled.
- The mind of Profressor Xavier from X-men. I always dreamed of having that.
- A romantic partner. A girl of course. I don't do Broke Back Mountains.
5 things I should be doing right now:
- Study. I noe. i am a lazy ass.
- Cleaning my room. Havent to do that like...er..ahem..duno. Go figure. Another point to proof that I am lazy.
- Call my family. Talked to my mom yesterday. But it was she who called.
- Prepare proposal for Mass Comm Society.
- Prepare for presentation next week.
By the way, how I am suppose to do 5 things altogether at one time? Quite a dumb way to ask actually.
5 biggest joy in my life:
- Family. Missing them badly. I really appreciated the existence of them.
- Friends. Old and new. There are the ones that I cherished apart from family. Imagine life without friends...
- Food. Especially Penang food. Missed them badly too. Also my mom's cooking.
- Female. The world is a balanced world. When there's Adam, there's Eve.
- Me, myself and I. If there is no me, how la to enjoy the joy I enjoy now...
5 people I tag:
- Vic.
- CJ.
- Denise.
- Cody.
- Sarah.
Have a nice day being tagged.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Inhumane
Setapak is no longer a safe place for students.
1 bank robbery, 2 robberies including one murder and various others ranging themselves from Genting Kelang, Wangsa Maju to Taman Melati. A safe place? Fuck it.
A promising student, a talent, the possible key to the future of Malaysia is lost because 2 people(if they were classified as human, I don't think they do...) wanted to have a mobile soo badly that robbed a family of its member's life. A HP for a life?? What the fuck is these inhuman beasts thinking? Can you imagine that you are the boy's parents receiving a call at night just to hear ur son called to tell u he is dying?
Now police has the tendency to believe tat, as if one murder is not enuf, there goes another robbery and an almost sucessful murder by the same fagots.
The second robbery case that happened jz 48 hours after the murder of another student. Courtesy of The Star.
As for the murder case, rumours has it that 2 clinics were being informed...but none came to the boy's help....what the fuck are they thinking...don't they have the concious to help people? I thought their main priority are to...but no. How ironic is that?Probably they were like, "Since the boy is being robbed and slashed, meaning his money was taken. So, no money = no pay = no help." Talking about being ethical. Really look down on them.
Why has the world gone like that? As in "people" slash people's life for cost of one handphone...people's refusal to help, especially when their profession's priority is helping people.
The cases definitely left us students shell-shocked. There is no such thing as feeling secure anymore in this place. We came here to study, yet around us are inhumane creatures lurking around trying to pound on its next prey. Sigh.
To all fellow colleagues, try not to walk alone wherever and whenever you are...take the safe passage even though it takes a whole lot more time and energy..its better to be safe than sorry.
As to the maggots and mother fuckers, may u be haunted by people u killed and will burn eternally in hell!! You all do not worth living in this world. Not a single place. So, Fuck off!!
1 bank robbery, 2 robberies including one murder and various others ranging themselves from Genting Kelang, Wangsa Maju to Taman Melati. A safe place? Fuck it.
A promising student, a talent, the possible key to the future of Malaysia is lost because 2 people(if they were classified as human, I don't think they do...) wanted to have a mobile soo badly that robbed a family of its member's life. A HP for a life?? What the fuck is these inhuman beasts thinking? Can you imagine that you are the boy's parents receiving a call at night just to hear ur son called to tell u he is dying?
Now police has the tendency to believe tat, as if one murder is not enuf, there goes another robbery and an almost sucessful murder by the same fagots.
The second robbery case that happened jz 48 hours after the murder of another student. Courtesy of The Star.
As for the murder case, rumours has it that 2 clinics were being informed...but none came to the boy's help....what the fuck are they thinking...don't they have the concious to help people? I thought their main priority are to...but no. How ironic is that?Probably they were like, "Since the boy is being robbed and slashed, meaning his money was taken. So, no money = no pay = no help." Talking about being ethical. Really look down on them.
Why has the world gone like that? As in "people" slash people's life for cost of one handphone...people's refusal to help, especially when their profession's priority is helping people.
The cases definitely left us students shell-shocked. There is no such thing as feeling secure anymore in this place. We came here to study, yet around us are inhumane creatures lurking around trying to pound on its next prey. Sigh.
To all fellow colleagues, try not to walk alone wherever and whenever you are...take the safe passage even though it takes a whole lot more time and energy..its better to be safe than sorry.
As to the maggots and mother fuckers, may u be haunted by people u killed and will burn eternally in hell!! You all do not worth living in this world. Not a single place. So, Fuck off!!
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Slash
Its the peak of doom again....
Ok. Think about this...how many times you have to pass up 3 assignments in the time of 3 days in a row? Fat chance? Yeah..I got the chance to do so.
Think again. Now u have 5 subjects....each one consists of one assignment, one presentation and one mid-term test...and the dead line is week 9-10...what u will most probably encounter?
Yeap. Stress.
Okok. You can say that I am some dumb ass who accumulates until the last hour to do so....blame my laziness....but isn't it true that most of us need the so called last-hour-inspiration to do the job?
Notice that I used "last hour" instead of "last minute" above. I am no last-minute person. I hate being last minute. It makes u pek chek like hell, that everything u have in mind will probably be gone with the wind by the time u want to install it into ur assignment.
Unfortunately, that happens. Always.
Being part of the group to complete an assignment was, is and will never be easy. The major difference between group and individual assignments is that u need cooperation. Yes. Spell that word which starts with "c" and pronounce it again. Find the dictionary of what it means if u dunno the definition.
Unlike individual assignments, which u can plan ur own sweet time and work rate and bla bla bla, group assignments don't work that way. Just don't. However, u will always get people who give u the stuff u need last minute, u got people saying they dunno what to do last minute, u got people giving u excuses that they cant do this do that last minute, u got people who says sorry the last minute.....I say, WTF?
My friends were also complaining about that there are groups of people who just don't give a fucking damn care on what u do during the whole process, then at the last minute, they appeared in front of u and give u a diskette which he/she says this is the stuff u want, which, later u found out..that it has nothing to do, nothing at all, with ur assignment. Cool huh?
*pause**cooling down*
Well, come to think again, this is life, this is how society works. Unfairness is always around. Life is like the matter and anti-matter thingy. Its about balance. U got people who are committed to their job and get rewards that they deserve and also people who just wanted the easy way out and got what they did not deserve. However, the probability of the former one is far fewer than u expect to have in the society we live today. Sometimes, u just have to wonder what happen to the world today.....hhmmm...
Press stop. Rewinds back. Now, assignments equals frustration. Group assignments equals more frustration. Lets just hope these people learn sooner or later. That taking things for granted is not part of the survival plan in this world. That no sacrifice means u suffer later on.
Phew. Did feel better after slashing out. On to work.
Ok. Think about this...how many times you have to pass up 3 assignments in the time of 3 days in a row? Fat chance? Yeah..I got the chance to do so.
Think again. Now u have 5 subjects....each one consists of one assignment, one presentation and one mid-term test...and the dead line is week 9-10...what u will most probably encounter?
Yeap. Stress.
Okok. You can say that I am some dumb ass who accumulates until the last hour to do so....blame my laziness....but isn't it true that most of us need the so called last-hour-inspiration to do the job?
Notice that I used "last hour" instead of "last minute" above. I am no last-minute person. I hate being last minute. It makes u pek chek like hell, that everything u have in mind will probably be gone with the wind by the time u want to install it into ur assignment.
Unfortunately, that happens. Always.
Being part of the group to complete an assignment was, is and will never be easy. The major difference between group and individual assignments is that u need cooperation. Yes. Spell that word which starts with "c" and pronounce it again. Find the dictionary of what it means if u dunno the definition.
Unlike individual assignments, which u can plan ur own sweet time and work rate and bla bla bla, group assignments don't work that way. Just don't. However, u will always get people who give u the stuff u need last minute, u got people saying they dunno what to do last minute, u got people giving u excuses that they cant do this do that last minute, u got people who says sorry the last minute.....I say, WTF?
My friends were also complaining about that there are groups of people who just don't give a fucking damn care on what u do during the whole process, then at the last minute, they appeared in front of u and give u a diskette which he/she says this is the stuff u want, which, later u found out..that it has nothing to do, nothing at all, with ur assignment. Cool huh?
*pause**cooling down*
Well, come to think again, this is life, this is how society works. Unfairness is always around. Life is like the matter and anti-matter thingy. Its about balance. U got people who are committed to their job and get rewards that they deserve and also people who just wanted the easy way out and got what they did not deserve. However, the probability of the former one is far fewer than u expect to have in the society we live today. Sometimes, u just have to wonder what happen to the world today.....hhmmm...
Press stop. Rewinds back. Now, assignments equals frustration. Group assignments equals more frustration. Lets just hope these people learn sooner or later. That taking things for granted is not part of the survival plan in this world. That no sacrifice means u suffer later on.
Phew. Did feel better after slashing out. On to work.
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