Genting Adventure Part 2 (v2.0)

As the night looms, youngsters like us tend to be er...active. Thus, after the daily activities, its time for what we do best-----partying.

And no. People like us don't just like gather together and play scissors, stone and cloth. As planned, Bani and Kuhan brought the salvation most of us have been waiting like the whole day.





















Introducing JD and er...some liquor lah..
Thomas shows his glum face coz he can't understand why are we still taking the pics while we can open bottle straight away. Bloody hell.

















Without waiting any longer, we have yam seng session on. First and foremost, we have the liquor as the warm-up shot. Then, on we go for the JD. Wee. JD with coke is just awesome.
JD without anything is like damn. As I don't have high-tolerance for alchohol, drinking it straight is kinda too much. As we are enjoying the drinks, Thomas passed me a cup of JD, which I thought is the fruit wine, and I gulped it. Thomas starred at me, and before my brain can register anything, my face was like.....
















Damn it lah, Thomas. You should have label it first.

After a few shots, these are the people with high tolerance for alcohol.
















Puvan, Kuhan and Bani(the not so strong one actually)..they are the ones who gulped JD straight as if they are plain water. Salute these guys.

This are the...err...not-so-strong ones...
















Memang tak boleh la.

Alcohol do turn poeple into cam whores. During their "normal days", they were like giving excuses like: "Don't la. I am not photogenic ler." etc etc. Now, they were like :" Oooo..I want to take pic, take my pic!!" Alcohol do change lives.

This is how we look like before and after:























As the night went by, we were so high that we were making loud noices and talking crap. Some even made their confessions. Hehe. Well, this is the time when you can take the honesty out of a person. Probably the noices were damn freaking loud, that our neighbiurs complained and we get police-clad security guard banging our door and giving us warnings. They are lucky we din't beat them up.

Eventually, the alcohol seem to take its toll on some of us, which just slammed on the bed and snored off. Certain sial people just duno when to stop drinking, and ended up in the toilet. They do become sober after the "ritual" tho.

After the boost party, most of us took a tour around Genting Highlands while the tak-boleh-tahan ones just went to bed.

The 2nd day came, and once again we led our "normal" lives. So, after a bowling game, we were ready to go. And no taxi this time.

Up we went on the Skyway, which gives a very beautiful view of the scenary of the untouched nature part of Genting Highlands.
















And so, here comes the ending chapter of our short yet fun trip.

Maybe they should have some slogan like: What happens in Genting stays in Genting.

Genting Adventure Part One ( v2.0)

Its been a long time coming. Finally manage to update on the Genting trip.

After a year since the first proposal for a genting trip have been planned, we were finally setting off. Weeee. So, off we went.














Just in case. This is Genting, First World Hotel view.

To go up Genting from Setapak is just a piece of cake. Just take the Putra LRT to Terminal Putra and take the Genting bus and the Skyway up, it costs only RM 6.60. Reminder: Don't take the taxi, which some of us did. They makan up ur money by taking you to Genting for RM12.50 per person. Really stupid la. But then probably we are sooooo eager to reach there fast that we are quite easily persuaded by the taxi drivers. Sigh.

So, up we went the long winding road, the taxi style. And we reached First World Hotel,(which in many ways isn't "first world" as the name suggested, will come to that later). Checked in with Puvan's VIP card, which probably gives us the privilage to check in early, instead of waiting till 3pm.


















The entrance from the lobby view.

Up we went to our room. We found our rooms(12 people in 2 rooms) to be very small.














This is our room.....not. Dream on lah.









This our room. Not so bright tho, coz we are having the ones which face other rooms. Budget what.

The toilet was sooooo tiny that you have only one step getting in and thats you are already facing the shower. The same goes for the toilet bowl. "First world" doesn't apply here.

After settling in, we have our butts out of the room ASAP, as we head for the Outdoor Theme Park. The fun begins.
















This is the first ride, which is the.....OMG...i forgot the name. Heh. Anyway, its a warm-up.
We enjoyed ourselves with various rides there, here are some of them.
















Typhoon, claimed to be the first ever roller coaster in Malaysia.
















Corkskrew. Urm, it actually let us down, we are expecting much more fun, but I guess we wasted our adrenaline. Its not as fast and exciting compared to last time. I can even raise my hands up.

The next one is a screamer.
















Yeap. The SoleroShot(not sure whether is spelled like that...)
















Preparing ourselves for the ride. Just observe the hands on the bars, the grip might broke the bars into two. Keke.

This really gives you the creeps. Imagine urself pumped up to the very top and zoomed down with a freaking fast kmph, with your butt not sticking on the seat you are in, for 3 freaking times.

You can actually feel your brain in your stomach. The ultimate fun.

The rain forced us to cut short our adventure and we went for a cut-throat-price lunch at KFC, which charge us 15% more than the usual price down here. Then we have a tour of the Indoor section of Third World...sorry...First World Hotel. They do have shops exactly like the ones you can find in KLCC and Mid-Valley, only that it is located higher above sea level and they charge you the tourist-style price.

As we came with 12 people, its hard to go everywhere with 12 people sticking together every single moment. So some of us went again for the theme park and some of us head for the room for a brief rest.

Thus, the first part of our Genting trip ends here. At night, the party begins.....

Stay tuned.

Note: Please do visit Thom's Bullshit (link on the right) for his version of Genting trip. Recommended.

Home

Ahhh…the feeling when I touched ground on Sri Nibong Bas Terminal…its like whou. Hometown feeling…you just can’t get over it…this feel…its jz special, esp. you are away for like 8 weeks.*Serene music came to a stop* The feel good moment ends…here and now.

Well, after the usual see-mom-and-dad ritual, things started to get..er…boooring. The usual problem, TAR College holiday schedule which coincidently, I mean very coincidently, clashes with other schedules. C’mon…people having exam…what you are suppose to do? Study with them probably. Yeah. They probably came out with those weird Add-maths and bio and physics stuff that will makes you wonder if they are from Mars. No, ain’t going to work. Going out? Dream on. Probably get sued by their parents for interfering with their precious sons’ and daughters’ studies.

This time around, mom and dad is working, plus my sis is working as nurse..ahem…not yet..it jz some doctor’s assistant or something, which is clooose to a nurse, without the qualification ….yet. Now some simple maths: There are 4 people in a family, dad, mom, son and daughter. Dad’s working. Mom’s working. Daughter’s working. How many people left in the house? One. Good. Now on to psychological question. When you are the only one left in a place, how u feel? Answer: Bored.

Initially, there is practically nothing to do in the house, apart from sleep, eat, shit and playing with my dog, which may be boring when you get to some extent. So, for the past 3 days, the only time I am looking forward to is 6pm, which is the football session. Which, of course, you don’t look forward to it anymore providing it came with a four-to-seven-its-raining-session-and-the-field-looks-like-a-mud-pool package. *shakes head and sighed*

Saturday, May 6th 2006, is the last match day for the English Premier League, which means it is summing up. Ok. That is the most interesting thing I have done since coming home, watching football with my aunts, courtesy to their Astro subscription(told my parents to install one last time, but they insist that I cant resist temptation, which is….kinda true. Anyway….)

Now, mushrooms is going to sprout everywhere on me anytime, if I keep sitting on this chair, blogging and browsing away, with a 56k dialed-up internet connection. And here goes the 4th day of my holiday, which left only like…erm…a thousand hours more to go before the next sem starts.

Entertainment….where have u been?

Alone

Feeling Alone
Is when you feel everybody is gone
You felt bitter
Coz there is no one that makes your life glitter

Feeling Alone
Is like a dog without a bone
Lost in thought
And feeling happy…not

Feeling Alone
Is like you lost your phone
Barred from the world
And being a lost soul

Feeling Alone
Is when you feel you are on your own
In a no-man’s land
Where nobody gives you a hand

Feeling alone
Is when making yourself prone
Prone to negative feelings and thoughts
When you yourself alone walks

Feeling Alone
Is when you desired to let your feelings known
But Alas
All you can do is talk to a glass

Lost Phone

Statement and Tribute to my phone.

One year and 3 months ago, My Motorola E398 started a journey which saw the phone serving me loyally and embarked on a process of making my communication with others a success.

Throuout the period, these are the contributions which my dear E398 has contributed since its purchase worthed RM750:

-Making contacts possible with friends in KL.
-Making me felt closer to my family and friends through long distance calls back in Penang.
-Messages, cute ones, funny ones and of course the formal ones, which is send and received throuout the circle of friends and family I had.
-A quality MP3 player who have given me entertainment whenever I needed to listen to music.
-Sweet memories which I took with the VGA camera.
-Enduring physical toughness which saw scratches here and everywhere on the body of the phone.
-Receiving and sending pictures and stuffs through its Bluetooth technology.
-And lots more...

Alas, after enjoying a fanstatic relationship, I am sad to announce that my E398 will departure from its responsibilty with its owner after the fantastic achievements that it has contributed so far.

I hope that its journey will continue with a proper and much caring owner.
Goodbye my dear E398.....

Song dedicated to my phone:
Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like its been forever that you've been gone

She said somedays I feel like shit
Somedays I wanna quit and just be normal for a bit
I don't understand why you have to always be gone
I get along but your trips always feel so long
And I find myself trying to stay by the phone
Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone
But I feel like an idiot, working my day around a call
And when I pick up I don't have much to say, so


I want you to know its a little fucked up that
I'm stuck here waiting, at times debatin
Telling you that I've had it with you and your career
Me and the rest of the family here singing


Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like its been forever that you've been gone
Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like its been forever that you've been gone
Please Come back home


You know, the place you used to live
Used to barbeque with burgers and ribs
Used to have a little party every halloween
with candy by the pile but now
you only stop by every once in a while
Shit
I find myself just filling my time
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind
I'm doing fine and I'm plannin' to keep it that way
You can call me if you find that you have something to say
And I'll tell you

I want you to know its a little fucked up that
I'm stuck here waiting, at times debating
Telling you that I've had it with you and your career
Me and the rest of the family here singing


Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like its been forever that you've been gone
Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like its been forever that you've been gone
Please Come back home


I want you to know its a little fucked up that
I'm stuck here waiting, no longer debatin'
Tired of sittin and hatin' and making these excuses
For why you're not around, and feeling sorta useless
It seems that one thing has been true all along
You don't really know what you've got till its gone
I guess I've had it with you and your career
When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it


Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like its been forever that you've been gone
Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like its been forever that you've been gone
Please Come back home

Please come back home
Please come back home
Please come back home
Please come back home

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To the one who picked up...and do not have the guts to do the right thing:

Fuck you! And go to hell! God damn you!
You are a sick person...no, not person...u are nothing compared to a dog...
Fuck you!
Curse your family for having a son/daughter like you...
Curse your next generation...let them be deformed asses..
Wahahaha!

Chaos

Lately, my whole body is in a chaotic mode, physically, mentally and emotionally speaking.

The physical part. Well, have been sleeping late or even no sleep at all...thx to exams...now after it...I got used to it..which is why I am blogging at this hour..6am..yep...got it right..6A.M...Damn..my sleep system is totally changed...and I nearly missed my last exam paper...phew..close...(woke up at 8.52 when the exam is suppose to start at 9)...Anyway, the sleep system really freaks me out...

The mental part. Exam is when you are supposed to get stressed. Instead, I am in tidak-apa mood on the eve of my test...that ain't right. I mean, i felt stressed 2 weeeks before the exams... and at the eve of the exam..its jz gone...I even went for yam cha session during 12am -3am...eve of exam, man. My parents will kill me if they read this. Heh.

The emotional part. Sigh...suddenly i felt very empty...I can't sense love....or isit? What I meant was, suddenly love seems to go away...I can't feel whether if I love somebody or the other way round..no, not even my parents' love(probably something to do with the distance and duration not being with them...)..But hell...feeling empty is jz uncomfortable...nobody to think of and care of...its jz creepy.

Something seems to be wrong somewhere....er... everywhere...

Into The Final(s)

Yep....there are a lot of things that is concerning my life coming into the final stages...

First of all, my fave team, Liverpool FC, has reached the FA Cup Finals, by kicking the ungraceful Chelsea(sorry Chelsea fans, but what ur manager said and done is really cocky..) asses.. thus set a date of clash with West Ham United.















John-Arne Riise (#6) breaks Chelsea's heart with this free-kick.















Luis Garcia added salt into Chelsea's wound and celebrated.

And thus , with that, they won 2-1, destroyed Chelsea's dream of a Double, and a cup on the way into their cabinets...which of course, provided they performed well....in the Finals.

Next, saw my fave team, the Spanish version, Barcelona, going into the Finals of the European Champions League, with the Gooners...sorry, the Gunners (Arsenal)...waiting them.

















Joy, yeap, lets just hope they celebrated once more in the Finals...
By the way, they are Champions in making in the La Liga...erm..Real Who?

Then, I have come to complete my first year in Diploma for Counselling/Psychology....which I have an interesting, exciting and breath-taking year in TARC, KL. My coursemates are great...my hostel mates are great...the course itself is great(save for some sucky lecturers)...Life's here its just great...thanks everyone involved in my life here in KL, you know who you are, its a long list...so I won't be mentioning here....Once again, Thanks.

For my wonderful friends in CPS, its your final year in TARC...and sigh, sad to say...y'all have to move on...BUT....no matter where you go...our friendship ain't going to end just like that...In fact, its just the begining of a friendship yet to blossom in the coming years..so keep in contact often..will definately miss y'all!!

Here we go...into the finals....

Of Angels and Devils Part 2

So, as the dual of fates went on....

I got back my coswork for Malaysian Culture..and I think, noo..i mean, its definately an unsatisfied grade i have. 23 out of 4o. WTH? Now I must score as much as 75/100 in the exams to score an A, which is somthing close to the word spelled: I.M.P.O.S.S.I.B.L.E.

*Angel, having the determination increased, strike with double slice. Devil backed out.*

Than next came the Counselling Coursework Marks....erm...not bad for the second assignment...but I am worried for the first one...I dunno the marks but I have this feeling its not going to get high marks...and the Coursework stands 60% of the whole subject. F***!!

*Angel, armed with much more increased determination, strikes a critical blow on devil.*

So, with the only hope for A, that is malaysian culture virtually invissible. And with the curse of Counselling subject not yet dispelled. That leaves the other subject, English, as the only saviour.

*Angel, strikes again. Devil parried and countered with triple blow. Angel fall into pit, saved by holding to a hook.*

And it ain't any saviour. Coz as I mentioned in previous blog, the fact that every year there's only 1 or 2 people got A for English ain't helping to build any motivation.

*Devil looked down. Angel looked up from the pit. Hoping that devil will jz kill him off quickly.*

So, with motivation and courseworks marks(a.k.a. salvation marks)gone, everything seems lost. Erm...wait...perhaps somthing can save the day. Something they call....pressure. Yes, pressure helps? Probably. Pressure back home, pressure of maintaining ur CGPA and pressure from peers and lecturerers, pressure not to fail. Yes, that WILL inspire. New found hope.

*Angel saw its HarpSaber beside Devil. With the usage of the force, he grabbed the HarpSaber, and jumped up, kicked Devil's ass, and blow! the devil fell into the pit.*

Yes, perhaps pressure, for all these years, is the best remedy to inspire.

The light side thriumph once again....

Of Angels and Devils

This week is going to be a stressful week. As with so many things are left undone, I should be htting the panic button...or am I? Lets see what my angel and devil have to say...

Angel:(poof out on my left shoulder) Oi, time to study liao lo...one week more dude...

Devil: (poof out on my right shoulder) What la....still got one more week la...why panic?

Angel: Thats the point...one more week...and you haven't touch one single page.

Devil: Oh? Anyway...never mind la....how many subjects you got? 3? Hey that aint a lot..

Angel: Noo, don't listen to him. Damn, you got like 16 chapters of Malaysian culture, a dozen stacks of notes for counselling, not to mention English....

Devil: (playing with his fork) Hey, cool man! Its only 16 short chapters. Out of dozen stacks, u need only to study half of it. Plus the lecturer sucks..yeah, u wrote it in the evaluation form remember? And English? How to study English? Tell me la...

Angel: Sigh. Remember u get B for English? And u wana break ur record of gettin' B for subjects that has a Counselling word on it, right?

Devil: C'mon, dude. ONE MORE WEEK. Relax dude. U have soo many games to play yet. And remember u won't be having a lot of time to relax during the hols....Jom....DotA.

Angel: Oh my god. Not again? Please. This is ur last change to get full As, dude. Don't you want to?

Devil: (interupted) Dude, where got hope get full A? Lecturer said that there will be only one or 2 people geetin' A for English, and its goin' to be hard. Forget bout it. Don't want DotA? Nvm. Still have CS and FIFA 06.

Angel: Nono..don't fall into the dark side. Its not the time. Think about ur family, think about ur parents.

Devil: Wahaha. The Dark side is luring, isn't it? Come join the dark side!

Angel: Nooo. Don't sucumb to them.

Angel draws out the HarpSaber, Devil draws out the TriFork Saber. Dual of the Fates started.....*Star Wars themes on the way*

Outcome?
Coming soon.

Get on!

This blog is a tribute to my fellow brave friends in hostel.

Right, get to know them first...Mr Kuhan and Mr Jem...
They had a seriously f*cked-up 2006 to start with...both of their partners..i mean ex-partners dumped(soory, not a good word to use, my vocab is limited...forgive please) them for some erm....guys that are seriously close to nothing compared to them.

And what so amazing about them, is how they bounced back. Yup.
First, Kuhan. Now an accomplished rapper with an Ep to credit for. A promising rapper on the rise. Love their music. Basically, breaking up was painful. Yes, you did feel sad. But how you accept the truth and get on with life is what I respect u for.

The same goes for my roomie, Jem...First, I have to say sorry coz...I duno how to comfort u...just can be by ur side when u r sad...paise paise....hehe. Neways, the speed of ur recovery is seriously fast and I think getting on with ur life is a no problem situaton for u. Anyway, salute la....I duno how will cope if I get in such situation...esp when u have so many unfortunae events around at the same time.

So, basically, they set the example that in life, the most important thing is to stand up and look forward. Not to look at the past and sigh at it.

Once again...to Jem and Kuhan...r.e.s.p.e.c.t.

Good luck to you all!

DOTA Sux!

I should have said it long time ago.....Yes, it sux, it kills.
DotA gives u a hell ride in ur live and may cause u ur future.

Right, I was...NOT a DotA freak...but seeing how my friends indulge in them...I seriously have to condemn that game....it has so far buried a lot of bright futures.

I stopped DotA-ing like a year ago....well, did play occasionally tho, for socialising sake...but hey, jz by watching those freaks playing them seriously freaks me out.

In some particular CC.....

Computer one: Owning! Triple Kill!
Computer two: Godlike! Owning! Ma..ma...ma...ma..ma...master kill!
Computer one user: Wahaha!! CCB...reaper kill u!
Computer two user: Nabeh! I kill 24 d...I am God!

Yes, yes...u all are...I am impressed...

Come back from CC, on the way to my room, 3 guys squating on the corridor, talking loudly...

Guy one: Mahai, use Necrolyte's Reaper...fooyoh...owning duno how many times
Guy two: CB la....dunno which guy buy MKB and Sacred Relic...then wait me there...kill me duno how many times.
Guy three: Sohai....go use XX hero la....
Guy two: Mahai, u talk clever la...call u come help me...where u go? Nabeh..

The conversation goes on for like 1 hour...

Frustrating la...these people seriously don't have a clue what time it is...its 2am, and they are shouting and bragging like this is their granma's house about DotA...

I bet some freaks doesn't even noe what DotA stands for..just do noe how to shout "Jom, DotA join kei, DotA join kei!"

Yes, DotA kills. I have seen friends who took glory in their studies failed their courses, friends who neglect even their health by sitting all day in front of DotA, friends who are becoming less friendly as before, friends who spent all their account money on DotA...sigh.

Everywhere I go, DotA seems to be on every mouth....like WTF? Can't u guys get bored...its always the same map with 3 routes and the same old heroes with the same old ingrdients...

Its not wrong to play DotA...but to indulge in it and neglected ur studies, ur friends and health and even cheating ur parents money jz for that...it is not worth it. Seriously,...

Be a man!
Do the right thing!
Say 'tak nak' to DotA.

Its Just Wasn't Right

Arrrgh...i dunno what happen to me...i m now in a serious moody...well...mood...
Problem is I dunno what is bothering me...suddenly i got this feeling I am freakingly empty...lost...alone. I don't feel like I am myself. Why?

Recent events maybe roots to it...First of all, my roomie was in a series of unfortunate events...which I seriously sympathise...which of course dampens the mood of Room H G-14...which of course had an impact on me....sigh...its just wasn't right

Then, I catch cold, had flu, muscle aches like hell...and still I have classes to go...then I have Orientation Night to ponder about....and of course most of all...final exams...which is very very near...and worst still...I m not doin' anything about it...Where is inspiration? It is suppose to be here with me whenever the time comes..but now? Its just wasn't right...

I m talking lesser to my friends...I dunno,...i felt i wanted to be alone...yet...i miss their chatters and laughs....it just wasn't right...

On top of everything....I MISS HOME!!

I am homesick....i dunno why is this happenin to me esp its been one year i've settled down in KL....the feeling just came suddenly....i had to admit...i felt like crying....i miss home....sob....i miss my family.....I dunno why...but probably to think that everybody is working...including my sister ...just to support me for my studies...makes me aprreciates them more...yes, economically, its been hard...but to think that my mom, which has been a responsible housewife ever since I was born...suddenly have to find a job...and my sis, who have to work so young, at a age where I am still studying...and my dad...who is suppose to be retired, but is still earning hard to support the family...For me ....it seems to be very hard for me to accept...For me....its just wasn't right.

And here I am, in KL, spending money, talking about no inspiration to study...I felt so F*** up...worthless....

Its just wasn't right.


Epilogue:
After a series of diagnosing, it seems that I am in a situation, which people term it as---- Depression.

CCBs and FCUKs

Recently, my classmates commented on my f*ckin dirty mouth(see? again...). Yeah, i noe they don't like it...and so do I....but what to do? Tell you why....

Well, I came from Penang...and they say that Hokkien is the worst, dirtiest dialect. Yeah, pratically we start a sentence by asking hows ur mom and ends up with simply one of the sex organs you can name it. How vulgar isit u think?

Next, I am from an all boys school, which makes me much more worse. Imagine this, every morning, u came into the class by 6.30am, which is the blurest time and when your mood's the worst....whack a sleeping classmate's head, and say : "CCB, my table! Wake up lo...ur mother le."
Hmm....come to think to it....I really felt guilty...but hey, who cares that time...everybody, i mean some of us always did that. So, on we went for the whole day in a freakingly humid class, and the mood jz aint going any better, and thus the mouth become dirtier. CCB

Now, I'm in college. And the thing doesn't just go like that. Its already a habit. Worse still, I am now cursin' in front of girls, which is disgusting, come to think of it. Somehow, it is hard to change. Guys, seriously I am trying hard to change. Forgive me. Like damn.

I remember once I had this conversation with my secondary school mate

Me: Oi, KNCCB, don do like that la!
Friend: CB, don say rude word la. F*** u la! PKM!

Sigh. WTF...i mean WTH? its hard, real hard..
Okok. Blaming on where I came from and my ethnicity ain't right. Its jz....me...again. Honestly, its ur own determination whether u want to change or not. So, guys, next time I am on the verge of saying rude words, well, I don't care, whack me, slap me, kick me...nono i mean, try to scare me with those actions k? Don't actually do it.

Wish me luck. CCB...*whacked*...ouch!

ATCLS & OON

This time around, TARC come out with this Adjust to College Life Series(ATCLS) with the main aim of making the life for freshies comfortable as they step into a new enviroment. So, I joined the fun of meeting leng chais and leng luis for next year....and we have to be trained to become a facilitator. Basically, the training is to let us understand how we attend the freshies. So, we need some basic helper and counselling skills to do so...and thats what the training is for....

So, early early in da morning.....lets say 8.30?( thats early for saturdays)...i have to crawl out my oh-soo-comfortable bed to get to the sports complex in TARC. Obviously, once again, the event did not start until its like half an hour into the schedulled time.

Eventually, I found out that the whole training thingy is what we learn in my course day in , day out. And it gets bored when you are hearing the same, i mean similiar, thing over n over again...
















Miss Lum,the head of the counselling unit giving talks.


So, we have to listen to "lectures" about how to be a good helper, which counselling students are currently learning every week.

Next, came the session when we went into groups of 3 or 4 to take turns in becoming the observer, the helper and the helpee.
















Poor Charles is sufferin from our ad. dip. seniors' mastery in the arts of counselling.

Fast forwarding to the end of the training session, its fun...ahem, sorry...not very fun. Okok, its fun because, just because, you are meeting new people from other courses learning to become helpers. Somebody told me counselling is easy at the beggining. At the end of the day, the same person complained that its exhausting.*smirk*

Nothing is easy, dude. Honestly, just by listening to the client is tiring enough...which reminds me that I want, and will be majoring in Psychology after Diploma. Counselling? Not really suit me. Still, learining is fun...in a way.

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Orientation and Oddysey Nite is the equilavent of a beauty pagent for TAR College. Every year, freshies are being chose to become the King and Queen. And hey, it took a lot of effort and process to select the right ones..and train them to become the chosen one. As its a major event for orientation week, in came the interviews for commitees that are to setup the whole event. And I went for the interview.

Eventually, I got Asst. Security Director( its now called, Asst. Man Power Director or something..), which is quite close to what I want in the first place( interviewd for Secu. Director).
For a start, we have our first meeting, introduced who's who, get to know each other and listened speeaches from the High-Coms. I found out who's my Director...and we *cough* get along *cough* very *cough, cough*......well. And we get down to business immediately.

Mission: To assure OON is save from terrorist bombings...ya, right.
: To get helpers for the event.
: To get leng chais and leng luis for the audition.

Frankly, its the easiest job among the commitees. We don't have to find sponsors, design everything for the event, publicise and promote, arrange programs etc etc. All we have to do is boss around with a walkie talkie...err...i mean, to assure the safety of the event.

In conclusion, its an experience worth getting for in both events. Its a smash-and-grab chance in college. And I m not going to miss it.

Results

Okok...this is freakingly late...but still I wana voice out...and oh, thanks to Thomas for reminding me...geez..

Alrite, this time around my CGPA has downhill slide for at least like...0.1? Now, some easy maths.....first sem's is 3.75, wat bout 2nd sem's? Answer it in mind...don't shoout it out loud...sshhh

Rite, and guess what? I GOT B FOR ENGLISH!!!
Damn, i remember once or twice...or thrice...that my lecturer said something about easy to pass or something...*awareness struck*...oh ya...she did say its easy to pass, but getting an A? Hmm...nothing mentioned....BUT STILL?

I GOT B FOR ENGLISH!!

Alrite, alrite...I m not LSLY...but hey, i mean, everybody in my class got B...even my friends who are suppose to be damn great in command of english...they got B...so, lets just face it...everybody get B for english...the good, the bad and the ugly...everybody. Hey, universal grades for SSSH students? Biased, man. I mean its true SSSH students have the poorest results in English for the past years...but hey, at least give a damn for people who are good lah...its no surprise that one day we saw ashes in what supposed to be the EMSD building...

Ok, another B is for theory for counselling...which is kinda of...erm...expected. Well, lets just blame at the lecturer, shall we? Hehehe...Well, i got this grumpy old man teaching me then and now( for counselling techniques this sem, see previous blog)...and he is kinda moody...erm...rephrase: he is always damn moody. One minute he smiles... the next minute he's face its like showing that he's got "periods"....

Lecturer:( smiling) Today, I would like to teach about....
Students: (chatting away)....
Lecturer: (stares and continues) ....about the theory of....
One student came in from the front door...
Lecturer:( pissed) Ok,.....now I am *^*%(**%%*nagging away*

Moments later,
Lecturer: Ok, just let you know....you know why I wanted to scold you all...isit because you all make me angry? Nooo.....its because I choose to be angry...yada yada..

I was like...huh? Got people actually chooses to be angry? Thats dangerous and scary....somebody chooses to be angry...eee...its like a time bomb(or even worse)...coz u will never know when he CHOOSES to be angry...
So, anyway, I don't like him....and basically I am not motivated to study this freaking boring subject...and as predicted...yes, face it, Sin Eu...u got B...
So, to sum up....its not the lecturer's fault....its just...erm..erm( I don't wana confess) ...erm...me.

Anyhow, I still wana thank my lecturers for Social Psycho and Sociology. They are great, they are cool and they are never boring....and as not to let them down, initially I get A for the subjects. Hey, it really spurs you to do well. Once again, thanks!

That makes you wonder how you gonna do for this sem...yeap...its already week 5...and I m suppose to start studying, hmm? Wrong....Its still the usual response...

Study? *yawn* *sigh*.....zzzz

On Lecturers and Classes

This time around....I have 3 subjects, English for Social Science, Malaysian Culture and Counselling Methods.
3rd week, and lets see what I expected and what i get...

First, English for Social Science...well, lets just ask everybody, language classes...fun?
As usual, it ain't. So, for the next 4 weeks, its just lecture, tutorial, lecture, tutorial..zzzzz

Second, Counselling Methods and Techniques 1:
For our seniors, its a particular Ms Eva who is recognized as a very good lecturer teaching them. But now, we got the same old man teaching us theories of counselling last sem....which kinda f*ck up...an old, unorganize, emo guy for a pretty, graceful, sweet lady for a lecturer? Thats not the best deal u'll ever get around here....so, here goes another messed up subject which i have to endure for the next few weeks....

I save the best for the last...Malaysian Culture.
Best defined here is not that I get a good lecturer and stuff..its just that I found it interesting in a way...
Basically, its a subject which combined around 5 to 6 courses....which is a massive class with tons and tons of girls around...ahem..
Anyway, for the first week, in came a lecturer with a Zidane hair style...





















Just in case you don't know who Zinedine Zidane is. Notice the bald spot on his top.

In fact, lecturer has much lesser hair than him. But, thats not the interesting part. Its the way he talks which will make you stroll on the floor.Here's a part on how he lecture:

" So, today hoh, we will hoh, cover what the Chinese Culture hoh. We chinese in Maraysia hoh, not call National Chinese, but called Ethnic Chinese. BEcause we are difflent in ethnics. We also worsip difflent cock(God). So hoh, ur cock is difflent from my cock hoh. We also has difflent bird(blood) rerationsips from each other hoh......."

eventually, I told my roomie, and we came up with this theory on why vampires cease to exist:
Vampires suck bird but is scared of cock. * Laughs hysterically.*

Okok...its not a good thing that we are laughing at people, esp. when you are studying counselling. *smirk*.

But then again...... its human nature.

3rd Sem Starts....

3 weeks into 3rd sem...and hey, its almost middle of 3rd sem..why? Its a short sem which has a span of 7 weeks...which means the pace doubled....which means we have to do things in x2 speed...everything from assignments, classes, study, to..well,gaming(=.=).....just imagine u have to hang up ur assignment on the 2nd week....*stared on my pile of assignments next to me and sighed*

Eventually, the fact that its a short sem will spur me to act ASAP comes to your mind. You get it wrong...As usual, your friend here is still lazing around...playing games, go yam cha-ing till midnite..and woke up late for classes, going to classes with panda eyes, slept in class...crapped with classmates...u name it...

Motivation? Huh??

Drive

February 17th: Become full-licence driver. Yeah.
Early early in the morning, I dragged my dad up to change my license. So,on we went to JPJ and by 5 minutes time I got my 3-years-due licence with a still-student-me pic on it( thats the best I can get from my wallet, and, hey, it dosen't matter anyway. Mr. policeman ain't gonna pick M'sia Next Top Model seeing my pic there...they jz wanted money...i mean... to do their job).















Ooooo...aint it cute? *Roomie vomited*

Anyway, being a full-fledge driver of course means you matured. And to prove this right, I got reckless drivers swooming around you, trying to knock you down the next night I came out without my red "P" stickers on my windscreens for the first time. Like WTF?? And just to let you know who are my challengers...








Yeah, Its SLK, Perodua SLK( Small Little Kancil).
And they are challenging an old Nissan Sunny, which, I am informed, has the most solid bumpers around. Solid, heavy veteran vs Milo-tin amatuer. Hah! Get out of here.

Well, M'sian drivers are known for their attitude on the road. Most of them are just plain stupid, reckless, careless, selfish or just too wuliao.
The other day, as I was driving around, behind me came a va-vavroom thing which ends with a turbo-sound-gear-change hault. Expecting a Evo Lancer or some other sport cars, I turn around and saw a CLK (Cute Lil' Kelisa)...gosh, turbo engine on a lightweight vehicle? *Smirk*.
Thats really funny. Neways, its not a surprise if you see Satrias and Kelisas with NFS Most Wanted vinyls and extremely loud irritating engines on the road.

Well, as for a plain stupid and selfish case, lets evaluate this. It happen in my secondary school.
There is this one road which will only allow one car at a time in my school. As I get through half of the section, an Avanza just turned in like nobody's business. Lets look at the illustration:

Well....just based on ur logic...who is to give way to who??

Unfortunately, I am the one who have to mooooove all the way back to where I cam from...and guess what?? I expected a thx or at least a smile?? All I get from that bitch is a cock stare...CCB..

Chung Ling's student's mom?? F**k it!!

Sin Eu says: Totally Utterly Useless.

Its been a long time since the last blog...yeah....coz everytime I thought of using the 56kbps dial-up tingy(well, to be exact its only 46.6 kbps)...i freaked out....
Neways, another reason its because I am plain lazy to write anything.... hah!

Well, its almost 2 weeks since I have been in ma hometown, and it seems to turn out yet another eat-sleep-play-games procedure....why? Oh yeah, thx to the schedule again...the TARCians-rests-others-got-exams schedule. So nothing much to do...except to hit Gurney, to be specific, the GSC over and over and over again.....jz to make up my lost connection with the cinema since...like, 2 months ago? Well, of course, as others are busy, TARCians have to ka ki lai(serve themselves, literally)....so basically I had gone out with TARCians from Penang and KL branches to the same location as usual as u can imagine...of course I have to make time also for my friends that are working and studying,...so visiting them at school and at work is probably worth reminding our friendship after all these years...i mean, months.

Then there is this day created by someone called St. Valentine, which probably condemn singles to hold up the " as-usual-as-possible day"and "being single rocks" sign to everyone else...
Basically, I had nothing against that day but the thing is, I had to watch my parents gone to Gurney Drive, having some oh- so-sweet moments...and I was condemned at home reading " Lelaki dari Marikh, lui zhai from Venus"....urrgh...and to make matters worse, my younger sister is also out the whole day, which makes me feel totally utterly useless...*sob*

Personally, what change during the hols is visible...first of all...as u can see...my English is kinda sucky( I am holding a dictionary, while writing this blog, which explains the whole thing)...rotting since I came back to Penang....my fellow TARCians who saw me can testify that.
Second, I spraint a few more bones, coz i din drink Anlene...nah,....coz too much football, and i am still puzzled why I donno to take care of myself on the pitch....a freaky injury-prone guy I am. So, basically, now I am limping at times and feeling pain here and everywhere.

And the good news i am in Penang this time around is...
I can watch football live every Saturday.
I am not studying.
My fave club is doing well...at the moment.
I am a full-fledge driver now...without the P sign.
I can taste Penang food and my mom's cooking(as usual).
I can watch TV...and lastly...
I am with my family.

Meanwhile,
Mom: Oi, ai chia liao bui? ( Want to eat d not?)
Me: Lai liao, lai liao, tan mania ku. (Coming, coming. Wait a lil bit longer.)

Chowz for now.

Tong Tong Chiang....

There are many factors that this year, the year of the dog...isn't a very partiable new year.....

For one, exams are jz right before and after..no, not even after, its During the CNY. Again, expect cursing from me( and the rest of us), TARC. Imagine urselves burying ur head inside a book and suddenly,: "Oi...ang pow, don wan ah?" (heh, jz an exaggeration...)

Second, some particular law this years stated...NO Fireworks...Fine RM100...
Right, what is CNY without fireworks??? CCB...U noe what? It was sooooo quiet that I din realize its already Day One of CNY till 1 o'clock, when my slow instinct told me to look at the clock...
Thank you, government...thanks for providing a quiet CNY....^&$#*&@#....

Third, my relatives abroad did not come home for the Reunion Dinner..sigh...so, more quietness...

Anyway, proceeded the usual customs that was practiced for the past 18 years....
Reunion dinner at my uncle's place...
Day one, receive ang pow from father's side of relatives
Day two, receive ang pow from mom's side of relatives
Day three, visit temples around penang
Day four, BBQ party at Kent's
Day five, eat play sleep, visit relatives, receive ang pow
Day six, ditto...
Day seven, ditto...
Day eight preparing self back to KL..

Day nine, Exam...yes...exam...great...CNY= exam...nice ar?
Tats d oni special occasion for this years' CNY...sigh.

AHZZ1399: Introduction to Hostel Football

Second sem is coming to an end....and I want to dedicate this blog to one of my passion: football.

Ok.... so how is one cramped hostel place like TARC hostel is going to provide a football field for the football maniacs which is approximately about 50 people who played regularly on field?

The answer is this:
















Yup...this is the stadium....
Who say it is not? I will prove to u why its call a stadium instead of a normal field...


















This is the stands...where all the spectators are watching...because of the overpassionate fans available here....we have to bar the stands for security reasons....
















This is the.....u guessed it....goal post....all u have to do is to slot the ball between the bench's legs and u scored....hey, its much more difficult to score than the one you see on live matches u noe...

And due to the lack of maintainance(see field picture above), we have to play in a desert mode...which of course is hazardous for health due to the sandy ground....but hey, it does make a lot of virtual effects like u saw on fighting scenes in some chinese kung fu movie...nice.

Anyway, we now look at the needs to start a footy match:


The team....like la...for real.....















The official match ball:

















The referee:

















The sponsor:
















The boots:
















Other equipments:
















And the captain( please don't eat when you are seeing this pic):




















So....er hem...back to reality.....tats how we have our evenings passed by.....yup...
Anyway,to TARCians...enjoy ur hols!

Exam: First-Half Report

Another sem, another exam period. Now the first-half report:

As 18th January 2006 loomed, the countdown for the days to come is almost unbearable. It took my nerves out really. Ok, 18th I have BM, nothing much to worry about...just plays my nerves out because it is the first day. Fear of not getting up time for exam is the only worry, I guess. As for the paper, I got the stick when I realize I missed two golden opportunities in translating 2 sentences in the translation part. F*ckin' careless mistake. Any other than that, all goes well.

Inside the opening of the second day, comes English. Nothing seriously to worry about also. Just the time limit that made me a lil' wobbly. Imagine u have to do an essay, a letter, a comprehension, a summary and a cloze passage in 2 hours time. Easy? Well, not till u realized it on the 1-and half hour mark.

Temperature and tempo arises as it came to the third subject, Social Pyschology. It was, and still is, a very interesting subject with a good lecturer. But when u come to exam, who cares whether the subject is interesting or not. Just look at the chapters(16 of them) and the models, theories, hypothesises, u'll become crazy. Because expectations are high for this subject beacause I don wana let my lecturer down, it spurs to study it till the max level. Nice tactic.

Day 4, 23rd January, had to go for Thoeries for Counselling lectured by some particular old hag. Not a very hard subject, but due to some unorganized teaching( he will always say he teached this, teached that before, I don recall any words coming from his mouth), I suffer the consequences. Anyway, no inspiration also to get thru this subject. SO, basically, announced f*cked up.

As we approach the whistle for half time, here comes Psychological Assessment, or we call it Psycho Assess for short....heh. A very boring subject with many statistics. Sigh. The upbeat part is that we get some tips on what to come out. Happy at first, but come to think of it, it doesn't make sense. Now, lets do some basic statistics. This subject has a content which is less than 1/3 of Social Psychology, which consist of chapters like Validity, Realiability, Introduction chapter, 1 type of abilty test and 4 types of personality test. The tips says that validity, realibility, introduction chapter, some parts of ability test and personality tests is coming out........
Just compare the two latest sentence above and you will understand what the heck are the tips for......

And the final, i mean, half time whistle goes...and its time for.....






















Yup, ang-pau session...
Gong Xi Fa Chai!!

E.X.A.M.

EXAM stands for EXtreme Anxiety Mal-behaviour.....wakaka...nah...doesn't really exist in name..but hey, may exist in reality, jz ask my roomate Jem for opinions, esp. after midnite....

Anyway, Doomsday is here and everybody are going to be freaks and nerds for the next few weeks...some can even become psychotic..sigh. And while the tension level rises everyday, I am still here writing this blog...sigh again. Need rest maa...canot meh..

So, basically, here's how much i am goin to store into my hard drive for the next few days...















Walau.....can or not? And to be exact, these does not include the notes and other references I needed to score...like WTF...

And by the way, its not easy to get thru a hostel life studying for ur exam....why?

First thing, u got this...














Yalah...tats why....and if you don wana get hooked with it, you move to further down ur room and u find....














Sigh....the moment u step on it...u wil get those sleeping mantra surrounding u...and the nex few minute u will go zzzzzz.....

So, bo huat lo.....go study room....and u get people talking crap, laughing, shouting at each other, discussing what should they wear during the exams......wah....so called study room....

So, now left only one place that u seriously can go...library....
yep...study there gets the best out of you.....but....sometimes it get so comfortable with the air-con there, u go zzzz.....sigh

Seriously, tell me where to study.....
Room cannot, too tempting.
Study room, more like kap siao room.
Library, too comfortable.
Canteen, food too tempting.
Toilet, too smelly.

Okla, now guess where am I now? Yalah, at room blogging, see? tell u already...too tempting.
SIGH.

Attending A Public Talk

Well, TARC doesn't hold a lot of public talks as expected( or isit that I m ignorant to noe any?) Either way, here's one that benefited the course I taken...

Mr. ..sorry...Dr. Ashok Jansari, Senior Lecturer in Cognitive Neuropsychology in Uni. East London(UEL) is the speaker of this talk...Lets see how he looks like...















Apparently, he looks cool, too cool to be a lecturer...not the typical shirt-with-tie type...with an earing dangling on his left ear...he speaks free-flowing and British-accented English...which of course sounds...erm..cool...

Anyway, he was going to talk about cognition and emotion and synaesthesia( which is a phenomenon of multi-sensory perception which is caused by cross overs of sensory information)....and due to Malaysian timing....meaning the culture of timing...the talk started late due to some technical problems(another Malaysian culture of excuses, its always the case, aint it?)...
















....which will annoy him if it was the first time he staged a talk here( probably he got used to it anyway after being here for soo many times)....

Well, back to the main topic....he talked about the many experiments that he had made or facilitate during the past few years, shared a couple of interesting theories and some applications for the links between cognition and emotion...for the first half...

Then we have a break...
As I was walking around I took some pics for the day...















Here, the guests...meaning the VIPs are treated to a nice cup of coffee with Dr. Ashok....while the not so famous audience( meaning us students) have to find our own food....

As the second half was about to begin...















Students are ushered into thier sits....while thee are some who are undecided whether to stay on...hence the standing up and sitting down actions....

Anyway, the talk began again for almost another 2 hours.....and it was about synaestasia this time....very interesting topic...though there are still many unexplained phenomenon which Dr. Ashok did not find out yet...

Before the end of session, we got some gifts all the way from England....















Yep...this are balls...To be exact..its call Tension balls. To release tension, jz grab it very hard...or the alternative way is...to throw it on someone else...niahaha...
Either way, its a nice gift coming at the right moment prior to the exam fever coming our way....
Thanks, UEL.

NY Eve In Star Hill(Bukit Bintang)

Well, as my history goes....I had never actually celebrated New year Eve. Every year I had been celebrating in Penang, going to Kent's house for a barbecue or buffet. Well, since now I m in KL...somthing new had to happen...so, along with my Hostel mates we hit Star Hill a.k.a. Bukit Bintang...
Upon the arrival around 5pm, we started our journey with some window shopping in Sungei Wang(which always remind me of Prangin Mall in Penang)...and given the time we had...I think we explored almost every clothing shops there....

As we got tired and hungry, we made a pit stop in Kenny Rogers' at Bintang Walk...

















It was packed, and we are lucky to get a table for 5....had a great dinner...and we marched on...

As we go along, the girls got into MNG while the boys hit the pee-pee centre. It was drizzling as we moved on, and scenes like this...

















and this...

















kept repeating themselves as we jogged (becoz of the drizzle) along Bintang Walk...

And of course we came along with scenes like this also...
















Sigh....some rich brats jz duno how to take care of their money...so they desperately kneal beside a toilet and begged...(haha...actually don't pity this guy...he's only acting...wu liao)..

Ok, enuf prank...so where did I stop? Oh, as the New Year closing in...the streets became wild and packed with people...
















And as it gets wilder, the crowd become started to spray foams on you....


















and u get free dye hair treatment....(shaiks, wats the meaning of these aniway? Maybe they get too high...can't get the point..)

Aniway, not all people are foam-maniacs and party goers...so cafes such as Coffee bean, Starbucks and Dome are filled with poeple too...















and this also fustrates me actually...y? can't find a place to rest my already wobbly-legs...eventually we had to pray for it...and as we waited...our patience were rewarded.

So, the team settled down in Dome and some of us had cakes to refill the energy tank...
















Notice that there is a Starbucks cup? Some people jz don't have any idea where they were for the moment..

As we waited for the countdown, we decided to take some pictures of ourselves...

















We wish u a Happy New Year in the year......6002? WTH? oh, sorry read it the Ancient Chinese way(frm right to left)...that is 2006....sigh...people's nowadays ah....

11.59.54 pm....wohoo...time for countdown...5...4....3....2.....1.....Happy New Year..!!
As we countdown everybody rushes out and had a nice view of......

Fireworks!
















Happy 2006!!!

Hope everybody had a nice new year to start with..and may dreams come true! Peace!

2006 Resolution

• Study harder. Lately I have been sitting on a chair, open the book, read one or two words and go zzzzzz.....WT heck? This call study ah? Sigh...
• Spend lesser. I wonder why whenever I see a lot of cash I will spend it free-flowly till u realised that aint enuf left for the end of a month. Then have to puasa for lunch, breakfast...Sigh again
• Puk*m*k! Curse less. Need to control.
• Stop playing sooooo many games. Don't get addicted.
• Get fit. Exercise more. You lazy ass!
• Stop doing last minute work(assignments, presentations etc.)
• LeAhMa CCB. Cursing no good. Stop cursing. Sin Eu good. #@$%!....
• Be more focus. Don't be careless. You blur dumb!
• Go back more often to Penang. But er...can sombody sponsor me home ah?
• Improve English and Cantonese. Break the language barrier.
• Remember again. Lessen ur cursing. %#!*&. Control, control.
• Lastly, be consistant in ur resoultion. Don't slack off. I noe my habbit. Begining very semangat. Then......Aniways, be a better person.

What is ur new year resolution huh?