I hate my blog

2007-01-11T20:16:00.000+08:00

"No man in the world has more courage than the man who can stop after eating one peanut." - Channing Pollock

Wadafak?

"If only it was as easy to banish hunger by rubbing the belly as it is to masturbate." - Diogenes the Cynic

Wadafak?

"Sleep 'til you're hungry. Eat 'til you're sleepy." - Author Unknown

What a useless and pointless yet totally fulfilling life.

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On December 27th, I went to Kuching, for my uncle's wedding.

Okay, before I start. Let me do a history repeat. I've never been to Kuching. That means I've never seen my relatives from that side of the country before. Means, there was still chance that I could be related to a hot chick.

I flew there by MAS. Which was kind of annoying.

I was sitting in my seat -window seat-. More like sleeping actually. I love window seats cos you get to rest your head on the window while you sleep and I was dam sleepy at that time. So there I was, sleeping happily, when all of a sudden.

Voice : Excuse me sir,......... sir,........... sir,...............

I opened my eyes and saw an above average looking stewardess staring right into my eyes. Wtf. Must've flew too high sampai reach heaven.

Stewardess : Sorry, sir. Would you like your meal now?

Okay, I just got woken up from my beauty sleep. Naturally, my surroundings don't immediately click with my mind.

Me : Yeah.

The 2 guys on my left were staring at me like I was wearing a pantyhose on my head or something. Fuckers.

My meal came and it was fish fillet. Yum. I love fish fillet. But I love sleeping more than I love fish fillet so I just let my food rest on the tray while I went back to sleep. The food box was covered by an aluminium foil so you couldn't really tell whether one has eaten his/her food yet.

While I was sleeping.......

Voice : Excuse me sir,........... sir,.......... sir,............

Wtf. Same thing happened again.

Stewardess : Are you done with your meal? May I take your tray?

Dam kacau.

Me : No, I'm not done yet.

Once again, the 2 men beside me stared like they've never seen a 16 year old chinese teenage boy sleep on a flight. Fuckers. I went back to sleep. And guess wat? The same thing happened again. The one where the stewardess thought I finished my food.

So I decided to finish my fucking food. I ate. N I ate. N I ate. N it felt pretty darn good. After eating, I went back to sleep.

Voice : Excuse me sir,........ sir,........... sir,...............

I swear I'm gonna take a stick and shove it up your beautiful mouth.

Stewardess : May I take your tray away?

Bah!! Now you take it away. I didn't even answer the Goddamned lady. I just grabbed the chocolates, peanuts and mineral water off the tray then handed it -the tray you idiot!- to her. Annen, I went back to sleep.

That was the end of my blissful plane ride.

Kuching..... is all about food. Without its food, Kuching wouldn't be Kuching. It'll be called Fuckhole. If you can spot a hot chick in Kuching, take note, write it in your diary and take a picture of her in your phone cos those are the extinct beings in Kuching.

When you grow old, you can tell your great-grandkids "I saw a hot chick in Kuching". Then they'll be all like "Whoa! Wtf! Great-grandpa spotted a hot chick in Kuching! G-Granpa, you're my idol! But without the wrinkles and the decelerated movements and the failure to stand without Viagra of course."

Back to Kuching. I went Kuching and found myself eating noodles all the time. Noodles this. Noodles that. Noodles here. Noodles there. Its amazing how the locals there don't have noodles growing out of their nostrils.

Kuching, has very little entertainment! AND I MEAN VERY LITTLE! Its a wonder how teenage kids there have a life. I met my relatives. None of them my age. There goes my dream.

On to the wedding. There are mainly 3 things I look forward to in a wedding.

1. Hot chicks.
2. Wine.
3. Good Food.

A wedding without either one of those mentioned above is a failure by my standards. Fortunately for my uncle, his wedding passed my inspection. Although the wine had no kick. And trying to find a hot chick in his wedding was like trying to find me watching korean drama series -I do watch, when I'm eating in front of the tv dominated by my grandmother.-. Don't get me wrong, there were hot chicks alright. Just not flooded or even filling.

There was one thing that made my trip to Kuching more enjoyable. The hotel. The moment I got into my room, I'd lie on my bed in my boxers watching tv. The air-con. The aroma. Pure comfort.

I just love good hotels.

D2YC

2007-01-09T02:55:00.000+08:00

I used to believe anything was better than nothing. Now I know that sometimes nothing is better. - Glenda Jackson

I have no idea what that means but it sounds smart so screw it, I'll just post it.

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I know this is a little outdated but I went for a camp called D2YC in December 2006. 19th to be exact.

Bah. It happened so long ago. I forgot what to write about.

Needless to say, I caused and got into trouble there. BUT, at least I stayed in the safe zone; popping my head out every now and then to get some fresh air.

Sebastian said it was more fun to be a committee than a participant. So I decided to analyse the Goddamned thing. Like every other thing in the world. It has its yin and yang.
*For those of you goofs out there who don't know what yin and yang are, its like pros n cons*
*For those of you dumbfucks out there who don't know what pros n cons are, go stick your head in the toilet bowl and count backwards from 0.*

Participants pros.

Get to mix around thoroughly with other participants.
Get to fully participate in the activities done.
Get to know the other participants in a more detailed manner.
By mixing around with other participants, get to make more new friends.

Committees pros.

Rules of the camp are really loose on committees.
Get to go out for mamak once in awhile.
Get to eat mamak food if leftovers aren't enough.
Get to hang about doing nothing.

Participants cons.

Rules applied are strict-er.
Vegetarian food all the way unless you're lucky you get curry chicken from the monk's leftover during Dana. =D
If you're late, you're fucked.

Committees cons

Extreme lack of sleep.
Don't really get to maximise the number of friends made.
Minimal participation in activities.
Requires a lot of hard work to deal with the participants. Haha.

Rest I can't remember. Its fucking 3.33 A.M. in the morning and I can't think straight. These pros and cons are taken and listed down from my point of view, from my vision. Anything else that goes on further in the committee's clan is out of my view.

I don't know about you all but I kinda enjoy being a participant more. Pictures can be seen at my Friendster or you can just ask me for the disc containing the photos.

Unlike last year, I'm too lazy to list down bit by bit of what happened during the camp. All I wanna do is sleep right now. But SOMEONE keeps poking me to update my blog. You know who you are!!
P.S. : Bee San, its not you. Hehe. Yes, I know I know, your chocolate is with me.

At camp this year, there were more hot chicks compared to last year. There were more friendly people compared to last year. Overall it was a better camp than last year. Bla bla bla. Now I'm going to sleep. I think I've made this post long enough.

Goodnight, people. Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow will be better than today. Tomorrow will....... fuck it.

Beer is the cause and solution to all of life's problem.

2006-12-13T15:27:00.000+08:00

"Sometimes when I reflect back on all the beer I drink I feel ashamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in their brewery and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, it is better that I drink this beer and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver." - Jack Handey

"Remember : "I" before "E", except in Budweiser." - Author Unknown

Personally, I don't fancy beer as much as whiskey but it'll work.

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As you can probably guess, my langkawi trip consists mainly of late night alcohols.

On the first day, we reached langkawi in the morning. Then went island hopping in the afternoon.

Later at night, after dinner, we went shopping at duty free shops and bought a bottle Jacks D for RM53! Only to regret due to another shop selling it at RM47. To add a little spice to Mr. Jack, we bought 2 bottles of Coke.

Later that night, we decided to have a gambling session. Since I bought Hershey's Kisses on that night, we also decided that Hershey's Kisses would be the items on stake instead of money. I must say, I regretted not playing with money that night as I was particularly lucky.

Then, the real party started. We opened the bottle of JD and filled 30% of the cup with it -after ice of course-. The rest was Coke. After a few rounds, people started getting groggy. Sebastian -my cousin- decided to sleep early since he has to wake up early the next morning due to his hunger for the sight of penguins.

So from 6, the number reduced to 5. Starting to feel hungry, we decided to go to the kopitiam nearby to have some non-alcoholic drinks and food. Btw, we've already finished a large portion of the JD bottle. There was only less than the length of your pinkie finger left.

While at the kopitiam, Jason -my friend- became really groggy and lifeless. It was as though he had just been raped by Michael Jackson. His face was as pale as the moon. His expression, 1 word, dunguk.

Asking whether he needed to puke, he expressionless-ly shook his head. Tiba-tiba, he walked to the toilet in a way like he had been shot in the gut and started puking. Ouchies. It recalled me to the last time I puked.

You could feel everything in your stomach rising up through your whatever the middle tube of your body is called. First, you try to push it down. It works! For awhile. Then you start gagging once. Then twice. Then 3 times. Then when you least expected it, puke runs through your throat and is expelled through your mouth, occasionally though your nostrils too. It sort of looks like a jet of brownish -color depends on food n liquid intake in the past 5 hours- liquid.

After puking, Jason refused to eat anymore, claiming he wasn't hungry. I asked Hing Yee whether he wanted to eat anything. This is how it went ;

Me : Hey, you wanna eat anything anot? Like fried mee or something?
Hy : Where's my roti kosong?
Me : Err, you didn't order any roti kosong.
Hy : Why?!!?!?!
Me : Well, first of all, this is a kopitiam. Ain't no fucking roti kosong here lah. You fucking wasted wey.

Then on the way home, Hing Yee started gagging. At first I didn't though much of his gagging. But then, suddenly, I realised what was coming.

On his third gag, Hy started gagging more than once. I knew it was happening now. Brownish black liquid exploded from his mouth like a fire extinguisher.

When we reached our apartment, Jason went to vomit again. Poor guy. Hing Yee seemed to have settled for the night. So it was up to George, Kean Way and me to finish the bottle.

After drinking half of what's left of JD, Kw started feeling uneasy. He had to puke or thats what he said. He sat in front of the toilet waiting for the moment for about an hour while me and George continued drinking our hearts out.

Both of us finished whats left of the JD and ended up walking like groggy people do. The feeling was sensational. It was like walking on clouds, only less stable. Kw finally puked in the end and safe to say, George and I were the last men standing. I could hit my head on the door and feel nothing. How cool is that?

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Night 2, we drank some Famous Grouse thingy my parents bought. I heard its the best selling whiskey in Scotland.

Not much of us drank after experiencing the horror last night. Especially Hing Yee and Jason. They decided to lay off the liquor a lil bit.

Me, George, Kw and Sebastian decided to go ahead with it. We finished all but half a pinkie finger's length of liquor left.

Nothing interesting happened.

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Night 3, this time we were in P. Penang.

Such a grand place. Especially gurney drive. Everyone had their clubbing suit out -figuratively of course, not literally- because George said his cousin could bring us in.

After pool, we waited at Gurney Plaza for George's cousins. At about 12.30, they came in 2 cars. Just nice to fit 6 of us.

George had 2 cousins in Penang. 3 of them -George's 2 cousins and cousin's friend- brought us in.

We decided to open a bottle of Chivas that night. The name of the club was Glo.

Rm280 for a bottle of Chivas. 6 of us split the cost. Loud music, hot chicks and hard liquor didn't quite do it for us. After the Chivas, we opened another bottle of JD. Thats when all hell broke lose. The music was loud. We were standing in front of the speakers. They had bases that could control your heartbeat, vibrate ashtrays and blow clothes away.

After the bottle of JD, the club closed. We decided to go mamak to refill our stomach. We were all high. So high that stars looked like suns. I could walk into walls and feel no pain.

George's cousin and his friend didn't drink much since they were driving.

First, Hing Yee puked. This time, using double jet packs. Both mouth and nostrils exploded like fuck. Next, George and his cousin went to puke but they only sort of puked phelgm. Then Sebastian decided to puke too. After Sebastian, Jason had the feeling. He felt like puking but it didn't wanna come up. So he stuck a finger in his mouth and it came out. Strangely enough, I didn't feel like puking.

And that was the end of the night. Oh wait, Jason puked some more. Now, thats only the end of the night.

That was one fucking wild night.

No one is listening until you fart.

2006-12-08T14:51:00.000+08:00

Tell a man there are 300 billion stars in the universe and he'll believe you. Tell him a bench has wet paint on it and he'll have to touch it to be sure. - Murphy's Law

An unwatched pot boils immediately. - H.F. Ellis

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Don't you just hate it when it happens?

I walked into a mamak stall with some friends. I took a seat beside my friend.

Then this guy comes to take my order and he's like "Minum?"
*Minum is drink*

I say "Sirap limau".

Then, he nods his head in such an obvious manner, signalling he knows what I'm saying. So he follows up with "Makan?"
*Makan is eat*

"Maggi mee goreng ayam" I say. Again, he gives me the nod.

10 minutes later. The same guy comes up to me and says "You mau minum apa?"
*Which means 'what do you wanna drink?'*

Due to my extremely patient mood on that day, I decided to let him go and repeated my order; sirap limau.

5 minutes later, a co-worker of that guy approaches me and says "Minum apa ah?"

O'My Fucking God. I've heard of stupidity before. But this just crosses the boundary of stupidity and into the zone of X-tremely Fucking Brainless.

Agitated, I replied "Sirap limau. Dah 3 kali I bagi tau you. Apasal ah?"
*Which translated means, 'Sirap limau. I've told you 3 time already. Whats the problem ah?'*

Then he says "Sori lah, boss. Dia -while pointing to the previous guy- dengar tak bagus."
*Meaning 'Sorry lah, boss. His hearing isn't very good'*

Wtf. He should've just said that he didn't hear me. Why the fuck did he have to go pretending he had the ears of a cheetah. Bloody mother fuckers.

I just hate it when it happens and these aren't the only instances and places that it happens.

Its like when I'm talking to someone newly acquainted, I go "So where do you work?"

The guy replies with "I'm 30 years old."

But those kinda situations I don't really mind since sometimes certain words can sound very deceiving. So, perhaps they heard that certain word and decided to reply with an answer of best fit.

I'll be going to Langkawi tonight and I won't be back until next Tuesday. =D Booze, booze and more booze!!!

Not to forget the bikini babes on the beach! Lets just pray there is alright? Don't destroy my fucking fantasy.

Near-death.

2006-12-03T23:31:00.000+08:00

"No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow. - Euripides"

Its the stakes one takes when one plays the game of life.

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Sorry I've been late on the update. My bitch of a com just wouldn't start for the past 2 weeks. Adding salt to injury, my SPM was on. So I couldn't very well ask my parents to repair the com right?

Now that SPM's over and my com's back, I'm back in business.

First of all, lets start with how I lost 1 of my 9 lives.

Last Friday was many SPM student's happiest day of the year because it was the day of the last subject of SPM. We -me and a bunch of friends- thought we were gonna have the time of our lives. Boy, were we right -in a bad way-.

It was a trip back to my house from Giant. I refuse to relive how the accident occured so I'll just skip to the part where it happened.

A small car -driven by my friend- rammed through the divider -read: rammed through-. Then, it hit a tree -fucking tree-, rolled sideways more than 360 degrees and slid on the roof for awhile before stopping.

Now, when I was in the car, I didn't expect any of this to happen. Never, did it occur to me that such an event would take place on THAT EXACT DAY. I was sitting, blissfully unaware that the car was about to hit the divider, until my friend shouted real loud.

Then the force of the impact shook me roughly, the force of the impact with the tree shook me more.

I could see everything around me rolling around. It was as if I finally witness why scientists said the world spins on it's orbit. Until the spin came to an abrupt stop. I was lying on my back and I was able to see my fucking legs in the air, resting on the seat of the car.

I saw my friends -the driver and the driver's side passenger- getting out. I noticed my specs wasn't resting on my nose. So I decided to look for my specs. Just as I started looking around -mind you, I was upside down-, my friend -who was sitting beside me at the back seat before the accident happened- shouted "Hoi, julian, why you take so long to go out?". I didn't answer him.

Then I heard another friend's voice -the driver- shouting "FASTER COME OUT! QUICK QUICK!". Thats when I snapped back to reality and forgot bout my specs. In my mind, a probability that the car might explode occured as I could hear the sound of gas being released.

I examined my exit route only to find 2 holes available. To my left was a smaller hole than the one on my right. So I decided to take the right one. I crawled out, stomping on broken glass as I moved.

Then my other friend came out.

I looked back in, hoping to find my specs, not having high hopes. But I did find it. I put it on and examined the surroundings.

I saw oil spilling onto the tar road. I saw an overturned car lying on its roof. I saw my friend -who was sitting beside the driver. Lets call him C- with blood all over his hands kneeling on the grassy floor. I saw another friend -the driver, lets call him Z- lying on the ground with a cut on his arm talking to the phone. I saw another friend -who was sitting beside me. Lets call him Y- unharmed, uninjured, unscratched. I examined myself and found no major cuts.

The blood on C's arm was flowing like the ancient river of Babylon with wounds as thick as 2 or 3 50 cents coins stacked up together. Z was lying on the floor clutching the uninjured Y's trousers in pain.

His blood transferred onto my hands as I helped C up. A car stopped by with 4 Chinese men inside. They rolled down their windows and started talking to C. C asked whether they could help him wash the blood off his hand to clean the wound while waiting for my other friend -this friend wasn't involved in the accident as he was travelling in a different car. Lets call him K- to come but the chinese dudes declined, suggesting that he does it himself.

Macao hai. People already injured you still ask him to wash it himself. Someone ought to take a 10 foot poker stick and shove it up your ungrateful anus, you fucking piece of shitbag.

If that wasn't bad enough. I have a feeling they stole Z's wallet too while they were rummaging through the car. They looked rugged, could've easily been suspects as robbers. Especially when Z's wallet went missing.

K finally arrived and took Z and C to the hospital. Y, G -another friend who was travelling in K's car- and I waited there for the tow truck. Thats when I realised I sprained my neck and got a few cuts n bruises in the accident.

Here's what the car looked like.

^That patch of liquid beside the car is fuel.

^Thats one of the exits of the vehicle.

^Thats the view of the car after it had been turned over.

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After 2 and a half hours of waiting and countless audiences, the truck finally arrived with its wheels moving slower than my grandma's car.

After dealing with everything, exhaustion and thirst caught up with us -K, Y, G, Justin and I-. We went to the mamak near my house and had a couple of drinks.

C had to undergo operation on his arm to remove fragments of glass that were still in his arm. Z had some muscle injuries around his lower neck and upper chest, nothing serious.

Now, I'm gonna go rest my neck. Tataz.

Wherever a man turns, he can find someone who needs him.

2006-11-17T21:03:00.000+08:00

A pessimist is one who makes difficulties of his opportunities and an optimist is a one who makes opportunities of his difficulties. - Harry Truman

Always borrow money from a pessimist, he doesn't expect to be paid back. - Author Unknown

I'm an optimist. =D So don't borrow money from me.

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1 down, 9 to go.

Priciple of Accountings out of the way. 9 more subjects to endure. I have to admit, the paper was relatively easy.

I'm not being over-confident. Just enough confidence to get me through the paper with an A in my hand. I went through my objective questions with the answers my teacher gave me.

According to my teacher's answers, I got a 33/40. Thats like 81-83% correct if converted. Now, by national standards, all I have to get in Paper 2 is a 57/80 to scrape an A2. Shouldn't be too hard considering I balanced all my accountings sheet -only those which required balancing la- yesterday.

I'm actually pretty afraid of BM. Why you may ask? -Well, you may not but I'll tell anyways- Its cos I bloody hate BM literature! I can't take that shit. Its all filled with 'maka' this 'maka' that.

I'm gonna blow my brain man..

Oh well, I'm gonna fill it up with so much alcohol after this ordeal is over that the alcohol'll wash off all the insignificant information in my head.

Today was the last day of school. Apart from the form 5's, everyone must be feeling the surge of excitement when its the last day of school. I remember feeling it last year. I'll never have that same feeling ever again. Not this year, not next year. My high school days are over.

Time to say hello to college life. Pictures could be coming soon. I've been in loadsa them in the past few days. =D

Fall seven times, stand up eight.

2006-11-15T13:13:00.000+08:00

The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer someone else up. - Mark Twain

Works for me though.

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SPM is tomorrow and here I am.
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You know what. I wrote this whole long emo post before this but cancelled it because it was deemed too morbid for me.

I was browsing throught my Friendster and I came across some guy's profile. The dude looked macho and all but his words are like gay-er than Elton John in g-strings.

Lemme enlighten you why...... In his profile, he specifically wrote "I'm not gay ler". Waadafak?!

Don't ask me why but I find that guys who overuse ler's are kinda, lets just say non-manly. Its like damn fucking girlish. I don't know why!!! Etc;-

"Hi, girls. I hope you like me ler. Please don't look at my face and think that I'm not hensem ler. You shouldn't judge a book by its cover ler. Not good ler. Why I sound like a pussy one ler. Maybe cos my lan jiao dunno go where edi ler. I think I turning gay ler. Wah, why my boobs still so small ler? I cannot cup my own boobs ler. I'm so fucking gay ler."

I don't know about you but to me, that sounds like the gayest shit since Micheal Jackson sodomised kids.

I have nothing against girls who use it excessively. It potrays a more feminine image. But what I can't stand is guys who use it excessively. I mean, its like once or twice in a blue moon should be still okay I guess but when you attach it to EVERY SINGLE sentence you type, it kinda gets feminine.

I'm not sure whether I'm the only one who sees it like this. Anyhoo, this is my blog so I'm entitled to my opinions =P. Unless you have constructive critism to comment, fuck off, you're on the wrong page.

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Oh, I just had this conversation with a friend of mine -who did not wish to be revealed-. He said to me : "Dude, I'm never introducing you to my girlfriend. Ever."

Wtf? So I asked why and he said, jokingly -because it was followed by a 'lol' and a 'haha'- : "Because, you're a fucking scary guy and a threat to guys nationwide."

Wtf? At first I just shrugged it off. But then, it contemplated in my mind. Why?

I don't wanna be that guy whose friends are always cautious of him. I wanna be the hey-meet-my-girlfriend kinda guy. What did I ever do to be considered a threat?

As far as I can recall, I've never stole anyone's girlfriend before. That thought didn't even cross my mind. I must get to the bottom of this. Bah. I have a reputation to keep, you know. Pffft.

Please, tell me you'd introduce me to your girlfriend. I promise I won't steal her away from you or anything -okay, even to me, that sounded abit dodgy, haha-. Forget it.

Women will be the last thing civilised by Men.

2006-11-13T19:22:00.000+08:00

"The rarest thing in the world is a woman who is pleased with photographs of herself." - Elizabeth Metcalf

"Every woman is wrong until she cries, then she is right - instantly." - Sam Slick (Thomas Chandler Haliburton)

"They may talk of a comet, or a burning mountain, or some such bagatelle; but to me a modest woman, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation." - Oliver Goldsmith

"If women didn't exist, all the money in the world would have no meaning." - Aristotle Onassis

No comments....

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I have been told I'm blur. I have been told I'm slow.

Those 2 characteristics I don't seem to pay any mind/thought to. However, I do pay alot of thought when someone says that I don't take hints from girls too well.

I have been told that. Its not that I'm doing it on purpose. Its just that I can see hints from a girl as clearly as I can see the Great Wall of China from my house. The hint has to be smacked right into my lips for me to see it.

I'm notorious for having sharp eyes when it comes to hot-chicks spotting but my eyes are blind when put into a world of hints. So, forgive me if I fail to pick up a hint until you come straight-forward, attaching the "*hint*hint*" quote to your hint.

I know this is a big turnoff for girls as it can get really annoying. So guys out there, this is an advice to you poor schmucks; don't be slow at picking up hints.

How will I ever survive?

I am aware this post is a little short.. I will try to lengthen it when I'm free. =D

2006-11-12T02:31:00.000+08:00

A sport where the players actually enjoy getting hit in the head by a ball. - Soccer Advertisement, published for the MetroStars Major League Soccer Team, 1997.

The rules of soccer are very simple, basically it is this; if it moves, kick it. If it doesn't move, kick it until it does. - Phil Woosnam, 1974.

I think football would be a better game if someone could invent a ball that kicks back. - Eric Morecambe.

Whenever the ball flew toward our goal and a score seemed inevitable, Jesus reached his foot out and cleared the ball. - Author Unknown, from an article in Rio de Janeiro's Jornal dos Sports.

Soccer is a game in which everyone does a lot of running around. Twenty-one guys stand around and one guy does the tap dance with the ball. - Jim Murray, 1967.

Wtf? Good quotes with some sense of humour.

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Not long ago, I watched a football -not American football, dumbfuck- match, between Liverpool and another team which was at the bottom of the EPL -for those football newbies, English Premier League- table.

At one particuler moment of the game, the opposing team -lets call the team X-, commits a foul on Peter Crouch -again, for those football newbs, Crouch is a Liverpool player-. Crouch, being nice, ignores the foul and forgives the offender.

Then the offender committed another foul on him. Crouch exploded. I tell you, the offender looked like he was about to pee in his pants and cry. Can't blame him, standing at 201cm tall, Crouch is no man to mess with. But it was a funny sight nevertheless; to see a grown man's face fill with so much fear, even the small girl in Emily Rose oso kalah sial.

Okay, I just witnessed Man U score a goal against Blackburn. Wtf. I played Winning 11 and fought against blackburn and they were a tough team to beat man. I sweat right into my controllers. Fucking blackburns.

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I need alcohol.

The funny thing about alcoholic drinks is, they seem to leave the alcohol behind while the liquid goes straight through you.

You beginners out there, if you experience frequent toilet visits prior to drinking alcohol, its normal. Your bladder will feel like a balloon constantly expanding until you empty it of course. Don't try to act macho by holding it in; you'll just make things worse -probably cause your pundi kencing to erupt-.

Put the expanding bladder aside. Getting high is one of alcohol's many wonders. Its a feeling thats undeniably splendid and is bound to last longer than smoking some stupid sticks.

So the next time you pass Giant or Carrefour or Cold Storage or some alcohol-selling outlet, remember to ask your parents -if they're there-, "Hey mum/dad, can I buy some alcohol to get high?".

Ask politely and innocently or you'll probably kena slapped right in the balls -thats if you have balls-. Even so, you'll probably get a "no" anyways. Unless you're of age.

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Need to find time to get my tattoo. At least 3-4 weeks free for it to heal. Problem is; the only 3-4 weeks I have next is in January! No worries. Mum lets, mum pays, I do lor. =D

Nyek nyek nyek. Like my new layout?

Dey, even if you don't, just say you do lah and make me happy can anot? I give you free cookies lah and maybe strip for you also. No guarantees on the stripping part.

Back the fuck off.

2006-11-10T21:52:00.000+08:00

All men are tempted. There is no man that lives that can't be broken down, provided it is the right temptation, put in the right spot. - Henry Ward Beecher, Proverbs from Plymouth Pulpit, 1887.

It is a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways. - Buddha.

Mmm... *nods like Yoda, acting all wise* Control you must. Fuck my green asshole, you mustn't.

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It gives me the chills when someone says "Do you mind if I ask you something?"

I don't know why. Its like.. suddenly, there's this flow of suspense that circulates through my entire body. Curiosity starts to overwhelm me. I start becoming more alert and prepare myself for a question out of the ordinary.

Its quite exciting. The adrenaline rush that hits me when someone asks me that question. Its like a sign for me to get a reply ready for even the weirdest, most straight-forward questions that I can think of. Usually that question is an opening for a straight-forward question that is to come.

But sometimes, things don't live up to expectations. Sometimes, all the curiosity and suspense thats built up in me already, just rots away without exploding. Its supposed to explode, Goddammit!! When it rots away, bit by bit, thats when I know that the question wasn't as pleasantly obnoxious as I expected it to be.

On other times, I am hit with a wave of shock and amazement at the creativity of the question of the inquisitor. Such questions that I never had an answer for.

Don't get me wrong here, I don't hate these kind of people. I actually like them.

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Don't Rape. Love your loved ones.

I read in the newspaper an article that sounded something like this; A teenage boy forced his girlfriend into having sex. His girlfriend was about 15 or 16 if my memory serves correctly. This boy was about 17 gua.

The both of them were alone in either one of their bedrooms. Then the boy starts moving up on her. The girl pushes him away, telling him she's not ready yet. The boy, unable to control his sexual urges, starts pinning her hands down. She, being the underdog, was no match for his strength. So she gave up after struggling and let him rape her -smart move, bitch-.

Then dunno wat the fuck happened, the boy got caught and dealt with the law, bla bla bla.

But what I'm really trying to point out here is, why the fuck would that boy force his girlfriend into having sex? I mean, is peer pressure really fucking him in the ass? I just don't see the point of it.

Guys, don't force your girl into having sex. It just ain't right. Its like, if you girl doesn't wanna have sex, then don't push it, just accept the fact. Besides, you shouldn't be having a girlfriend just for sex anyways, unless you both agreed it was just a 1 night stand, no commitments involved -by which she is actually your fuck buddy-.

Where commitments are involved, sex shouldn't be pushed. If she says no, then too bad dude, its a no-no, stop pushing it, back the fuck off or just end the relationship if you're in it for sex -which if you are, then sorry dude, I'm gonna have to call you an asshole-. If she says yes, then ding-ding-ding, you've hit the jackpot! Then by all means, fuck her all night long.

Then I even heard about fathers raping daughters, granpas raping grandchildren, great-grandfathers raping greatgrandchildren and the list goes on as far and wide as your family tree can go. Come on! Thats incest -sexual intercourse/relationship with a closely RELATED person-!!

Who the fuck in their right mind would fuck their daughter?!?! I don't get it, I just don't get it. Even Jessica Alba's dad doesn't rape her -I'm talking hypothetically, =D-! Why in the raping world should anyone else rape their daughters?

Man, people are getting hornier and hornier these days. Someone should yank out their free willies and feed them to the monkeys who'll gladly have some bananas.

*Forgive me for the excessive vulgarity. I'm in the mood for it. =D
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Shit. Somewhere last week, I became bold and arrogant. Underestimating my friend, Kean Way, which was obviously a bad thing. After intense calculations, I concluded that the short bugger couldn't touch the roof, even betting my pride -strip if he succeeded- on it.

Mana tau, the fucker can touch it! Cibai lang.. Never underestimate his shortness again. Terpaksa strip in the toilet in front of some very eager-looking audience. It was either strip or be rape. Since losing my anal virginity to a bunch of my high school friends wasn't one of my favourites, I chose to strip.Not knowing he had a phone in his pocket.

There are more pictures but I do not wish to further publicise -never heard of this word before- myself. However, I will publicise my Friendster. Thats where my pictures are.

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SPM -Sijil Peperiksaan Malaysia for those non-Malaysians- is coming up -16th November ~ 1st December-. I just can't wait for the damned thing to be over. Once the thing is over, all hell WILL break lose. Boooze all the way! Time to get high! Life will finally be enjoyed the way God planned it to be for all human beings.

Until then, tataz!

One Utama, home of the boreds.

2006-10-26T22:49:00.000+08:00

"The world is divided into two kinds of people: those who have tattoos, and those who are afraid of people with tattoos." - Author Unknown.

"Women, don't get a tattoo. That butterfly looks great on your breast when you're twenty or thirty, but when you get to seventy, it stretches into a condor." - Billy Elmer.

Both quotes oso funny sial!

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I went to One Utama yesterday. I tell you, if there's an activity more boring than an One Utama outing with your cousins and family, its talking about GUYS with a group of girls.

From the bottom of my heart and soul, THERE IS NOTHING TO DO THERE!!!!!! UNLESS!!! NOTE THIS BIG UNLESS!! UNLESS, you have alot of money. Then you can go.... *flutters fingers*......... SHOPPING!!! WHeee so exciting!!! OMG!!! Thats like the best thing ever!!!! wtf =.="

Oh wait, note to guys who watch One Tree Hill, there's a lady who looks like Haley in optical shop in One Utama. I ain't gonna tell you which optical shop. Don't want people go peeping on my gal.

On certain days, if you're lucky, OU will be flooded with hot chicks. ALL AROUND! Mini skirts, skimpy blouses, high heels, you name it boy! A good place for sightseeing.

However, the sky doesn't always rain hot women. Everything in life is balance. Diversity.

Fuck, yesterday when I went, OU's supplies on hot chicks were running low. There were, but you'd have to be really alert to spot them amongst the uber ugly girls who walk the face of OU acting like they're so hot and all.

Which means, pouring your undivided attention into chick-spotting; which was what I did. Well, needless to say, I ended up making people go =.=" when I ask them to repeat what they just said cos when I say undivided attention, I mean UNDIVIDED ATTENTION.

But nonetheless, it is rewarding; when you spot a hot chick, you make eye contact with her, give a smile and receive a smile back. Ah, moment of the day.

My feet hurted like fuck man. I tell you, I don't know how you women can go walking about shopping malls for 7 hours and not break a leg. I mean its like, once I buy everything I aimed at buying, thats it for me. End of the day.

Okay, I'll put a picture in my blog so I can stare at it when I visit my blog. =D

Yeah baybeh!!!!.........................................................................

2006-10-19T20:12:00.000+08:00

Be careful of your thoughts, they may become words at any moment. - Iara Gassen.

Boy, you wouldn't want the wrong thing to come out at the wrong time, would ja?

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Bold the statements that are true to you.
Italise the statements that you WISH are true.
Leave the fibs alone.
Then, "stab" 5 people to do the same test. (Stab?)
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I miss somebody right now.
I dont watch TV these days.
I wear glasses or contact lenses.
I love to play video games
I've tried marijuana.
I've been in a threesome.
I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.

I believe that honesty is usually the best policy. (errr..... ahaks)
I curse.
I have changed mentally over the last year.
I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.
I'm TOTALLY smart. (Let me indulge in self-satisfaction)
I've broken someone's bones.
I'm paranoid sometimes.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe , free of cost, and scar-free. (you nuts?)

I need money right now. (who doesn't?)
I love sushi.
I talk really, really fast.
I have long hair.
I have lost money in Las Vegas.
I have at least one sibling.
I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past. (that was a long time ago!)

I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.
I am usually pessimistic.
I have a lot of mood swings.
I like the way I look. (self confidence, baby)
I have a hidden talent. ( at least i think i have)
I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar i have.
I have a lot of friends.
I'm currently single.

I have pecked someone of the same sex.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
I love to shop.
I would rather shop than eat.
I don't hate anyone.
I'm a pretty good dancer.

I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother. (Who's the dumbfuck?)
I have a cell phone.
I believe in God. (Only when I need something badly, lol)
I watch MTV on a daily basis.
I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
I've rejected someone before.
I want to have children in the future.

I have changed a diaper before.
I've called the cops on a friend before.
I'm not allergic to anything.
I have a lot to learn.
I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.
I am shy around the opposite sex. (Newly acquainted sure shy one la.. if fren fren no shy)
I have tried alcohol before.
I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past. (lucky the fler no more my fren)

I own the "South Park" movie.
I would die for my best friends.
I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza. (Fuck pizzas)
I have used my sexuality to advance my career. (wish I could)
I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.
Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.
I watch Spongebob Squarepants and i like it.

I am happy at this moment!
I'm obsessed with guys. (Gay, I am not)
I study for tests most of the time. (Ahahahaha... I WISH!!)
I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.
I am comfortable with who I am right now.
I have more than just my ears pierced. (might be getting tongue)
I walk barefoot wherever i can.

I have jumped off a bridge. (not intentionally)
I love sea turtles. (errr yeah i guess)
I spend ridiculous money on makeup.
Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.
I'm proficient in a musical instrument.
I worked at McDonald's restaurant.
I hate office jobs.

I love sci-fi movies.
I think water rules.
I went college out of state.
I like sausages.
I love kisses. (hell yea!)
I fall for the worst people.
I adore bright colours.
I can't live without black eyeliner

I usually like covers better than originals.
I can pick up things with my toes.
I can't whistle.
I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.
I have ridden/owned a horse.
I still have every journal I've ever written in. (
I can't stick to a diet.
I talk in my sleep.

I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.
Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.
I have jazz in my blood.
I wear a toe ring.
I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.
I am a caffeine junkie.
I cosplay or know what cosplaying is. (Wtf is cosplay?)

I have been to over 15 conventions.
I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better. (i'm famous for that)
I'm an artist.
I only clean my room when necessary. (I don't even clean my room!!)
I like a person of the same sex.
I love being happy.
I am an adrenaline junkie.

Now, I ain't gonna stab anyone just to do this. Do as you please. Me casa es su casa.

2006-10-09T23:27:00.000+08:00

One moment of patience may ward off great disaster. One moment of impatience may ruin a whole life. - Chinese Proverb.

Fortunately, I am a very patient guy. On most occasions that is. =D

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I had a dream.

Not a wet dream but I would consider it to be somewhat related. Okay, since you are my faithful readers, I shall pour out my dream to you.

It happened in a car. There were 4 people -or was it 5? seems like a blur to me- and one of us was driving but obviously not me or this dream wouldnt be satisfying, haw haw. We were heading somewhere out of the state -again, the dream didn't mention where we were or where we were going, only we were on a highway-.

Ok, so I was in the backseat with a/my girl -I had no idea whether she was my gf or not but something tells me she was- and everyone else was sleeping. Another thing was, I couldn't tell who the girl was. You know dreams right? You can never tell who a person is unless they have their name pasted on their forehead. But I could tell this girl was hot. My dream told me.

We started making out -don't ask what happened before we started, I don't know- and I mean really making out. No sex. Just making out. Mmmmmm~~

Imagine a steamy hot session of making out... For about 2-3 hours. Sure leaves one feeling satisfied in the morning.

Of course, I woke up thinking it was actually real, that I actually went through that the day before. But then reality slapped me in the face. Bah.

WHAT?! I'm still single aren't I? I still have the rights to fantasize about hot anonymous girls -whom I have no idea who-, don't I? =P

2006-10-01T02:30:00.000+08:00

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched ... but are felt in the heart. - Helen Keller.

Hmmm? Looks easy to apply... but its actually quite hard.

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Wtf. I was flipping channels and I stumbled across Channel V. Then, I saw Nelly Furtado's song; "I'm like a bird" or something like that. Then something slapped me in the face.

Wtf happened to Nelly Furtado?! Tiba-tiba she become so Goddamned sexy! If you don't know what I'm talking about, watch her video clip for "Maneater". It'll make your balls vibrate like a.... hmmm.... vibrator.?

I used to hate Nelly Furtado cos of her lame songs and lame outfits in her video clips but now..... Haba-haba.... I can feel the heat coming out from her body. Oh, don't get me wrong. Its just a harmless affection. No effect whatsoever on my current love life.

Another hot chick that took a turn, for the worse if I may say so, is Lita. Lita, for those of you who don't know, is a WWE divas. She used to be so hot, wait a minute, she still is! Just, less on the scale.

Now, Lita seems to have became a little fatter around the arms and waste and her facial skin looks a little out of colour too. But if there's one thing she still has in her, its her great rack. Seriously, I'm not a fan of big boobs, but Lita is an exception. One of the best cleavages I've ever seen.

*Edit* : I just realised; Christina Aguilera also has a gorgeous rack (Ain't no other man video clip)!!

Nevertheless, #1 in my fantasy list would still be Jessica Alba -we're talking about celebs and above averagely popular people here-. She has got everything right. After her, it pretty much depends on my mood.

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I wasn't planning on going through another hair cut for the rest of the year but looks like my plans have been foiled by none other than the fat bastard licking his balls, Aiza. Bloody cibai. Go cut my hair.

No matter. I'll just shave off my side, shave a V-shape at the back and don't touch the middle. I so wanted to keep my hair. Fucking shitface.

Only 1 and a half months left and the bitch just wouldn't keep his balls to himself. I feel like scratching his car -if you ever see this line get deleted when you check back on this post, it means I scratched his car, =D-.

SPM is not even here yet and I'm already planning my post-SPM activities. This is what my schedule pretty much looks like at the moment -only big events listed and they're in order according to which comes first-:

Trip to dunno 1 or more of Malaysian's islands. All I know is that its a trip to Malaysian's island.
Buddhist camp; D2YC.
Blast myself during Christmas.
Blast myself again during New Year.

Must not forget to get high. ;D

Oh and if I'm successful, the rest of the days will be spent with her. If not, I'll just have to improvise. But lets not think about the negative side of things now......

Optimistic vision. Must remember. Optimistic vision.

I am a bad boy.

2006-09-23T14:54:00.000+08:00

There are two ways to slide easily through life: to believe everything or to doubt everything; both ways save us from thinking. - Alfred Korzybski.

Mmmm. I'm beginning to doubt some things. Something very conspiring.

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Justin did something very foolish. Albeit, brave, but still foolish. He fought against the school's system.

Now, I know we have rights. Everyone does. But a student's rights have been diminished in a school compound. They talk of democracy all the time. To me, its hypocritical bullshit.

Aiza -some of you may remember him as the dickhead of SSC (my school)- went a tad too far this time. Don't blame me if the version of the story is different from what you experienced or have heard cos I wasn't there at that time. The story I received has been passed on through many mouths.

Last Friday -15/9-, the school's basketball team was supposed to go to Sri KL for a friendly basketball match. Aiza, being the dog that he is, held back the basketball team for GUESS WHAT?! NOT DOING THEIR HOMEWORK!

Yep. So the team decided to do their homework and they finished it in time for the match. But the Dog still didn't let them go. Instead, he licked his balls with his head upside down and fingered his asshole.

Then a student, Choon Kit, bandaged his leg because it was slightly injured and had some chinese medicine on it. When it was time to play basketball, he took off the bandaged and went to play. The Dog, upon seeing it, called him a penipu (liar) during assembly. So Justin was like "Eh Choon Kit, you show him your leg. Show lah."

But Choon Kit didn't. He just kept quite, dumbfounded. That day also happened to by the day Justin brought his handphone and it fell out of his pocket. A probation prefect saw it.

On the way back to his class, Justin took out his handphone and provoked the probation; saying they have no balls to confiscate his handphone and only hide behind the Dog. So one of the probations, being the balls-less meatbags that they are, reported it to the Dog. And it went on from there. Which led to Justin's expulsion.

Justin asked me to write a letter to his dad to clear up everything and so I did. I got replied by a very satisfying email and a dinner which is coming up later tonight.

And this time, I DO HAVE A PICTURE!! Wheee~~~

Alright peeps, gotta go take shower. Will compose another post later if I'm in the mood and not watching Da Vinci Code.

2006-09-16T13:13:00.000+08:00

It's so simple to be wise. Just think of something stupid to say and say the opposite. - Sam Levenson.

Theoretically, its true. But if everything on Earth happens theoretically, things would be too predictable. Then life would be no fun. =D

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I......... Fucked........... Up............ My.............. Right................. Index................ Toe.................

I was taking my handphone charger out of my room to charge it beside the computer since I was currently at the computer.

Then as I closed the door, I didn't realise my toe was in the way of the door's sliding movement. So I just slammed the door shut, hard!

And the fucking door, who was an inhumane inanimate object, rammed right onto my poor toe.

At first, I didn't feel anything. No pain, no blood, no swelling, nothing. Then, blood started to emerge from my flesh, the ones surrounding the toenail. And I noticed something very fascinating.

There were air bubbles under my toenail! Right in between the flesh and the nail! So, being me, I started prodding the nail. Prod. Prod. Then blood would gush out from the opening of the nail -at the top of the toe- and the air bubbles would change size. It was so fun.

Until Mr. Pain came of course. Then I felt like my toe was about to fall off. It was so fucking painful, I tell ya. And don't fucking say I'm a pussy until you've felt it for yourself. Wait, even if you HAVE felt it for yourself, don't.

This is the worrying part. The nail didn't come off the flesh. And it isn't fully intact either. Only the base of the nail -the bottom of the "U" shape- is intact. The sides are kind of.... lets just say they don't connect with the flesh anymore. So it kinda creates a funny colour for that particular toe nail. The base is a normal nail colour while the sides are kinda reddish.

By the way, it also swelled up like a fucking balloon, making me walk irregularly due to the unevenness of my right foot's toes.

Sorry readers, taking pictures didn't cross my mind when my toe and its nail got separated by an oncoming door.

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I was reading the Star newspaper and I read something incredibly stupid.

There's this girl. She's 15. She's a mum -yes, a fucking mom!-. Her baby's about 1 year old.

She lost her child.

Wanna know how? Apparently she saw some sign outside a shop saying that there was a job available and she happened to be looking for a job.

However, her son didnt not want to enter the shop -don't ask how, maybe he unhinged his jaw and threatened to swallow his mum up?-. So she left her son and her purse -the one containing her I.C. and her son's birth certificate and all- outside the shop.

Ah what an offer for a kidnapper/thief. Aim for the purse/baby, get the other one for free.

Oh, surprise surprise, her son was gone when she came back 15 minutes later. I wonder how?

Perhaps her son saw a walking toilet bowl and decided to chase it? Or maybe a stranger with yellow rotten teeth, unshaved chin and dirty long hair offered him a candy? Or just maybe, her son learned how to disapparate -ala Harry Potter-?

This -you're supposed to click on the link- is the shocking story. Read it then come tell me what a stupid bitch she is.

This is why 15 year olds should not be allowed to have a baby.

Boundaries of patience.

2006-09-08T23:52:00.000+08:00

He who angers you, conquers you. - Elizabeth Kenny.

I've learnt an extremely imperital technique. And I've been using it every since I knew it. I just found out I can hide my anger extremely well and only reveal it when I want to. Cool eh?

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Shit, I've never been so popular.

In school, there's this fat ass teacher who has an issue with me. He just....... likes to find my faults. Now, I can't fight back -teacher? hello? tak bleh o-... SPM's nearing, I can't get expelled at a time like this. Okay, lets refer to him as FatFuck.

FatFuck's #1 excuse for torturing me; my tie is too long. Come on man. Thats one lame excuse. Who the fuck gives a fuck about ties being too long? As long as its being worn and buttoned.

Back then, he was the associate of authority I used to test new come backs that appear in my head. He also sharpened my debating skills. I would purposely tie my tie long everyday then he would approach me and the fight is on, verbally of course.

Usually the fight ends with me losing -don't ask, he's one tough nut to crack- mostly cause he would be using the same excuse over and over again. On occasions where I do win, it would be because my friends from Form 4 start showing up, purposely tying their ties long, to back me up.

Then FatFuck's attention would be diverted to them followed by me joining them. After I joined them, we would just walk away while he tries to call all of our names. Bwahahahaha.

But recently, another fucker's been targetting me. This time, its an Indian version of otai -that was not a racist statement but merely a statement to inform his description-. Lets call him OtaiFuck.

Let me describe him and you'll see what I'm talking about. He has this long face with a rough chin of mixed white and black short, shaved beard hair. The hair on his head is about the same length as the hair on his chin, 1cm the most, and has white and black hair too.

It started as this.

He walks into the bus I sit in. He turns his head to inspect the situation. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he shouts to Brandon -some innocent dude sitting down with his bag taking the other seat-, "What is this *points to Brandon's bag*? You pay for 2 seats ah?"

Brandon, being the wimp that he is, just kept quite and shifted his bag onto his lap.

Then OtaiFuck went to the back of the bus, where I was sitting -there are 5 seats at the back of the bus, 1 taken by me, another one taken by my friend leaving 3 empty-, and started it.

OtaiFuck : What about you? You pay for five seats ah?
Me : What?! Nobody come to sit oso.
OtaiFuck : *walks away then suddenly turns back* Of course la, see your face who oso dowan to sit with you.
Me : *points to my friend* There, she's sitting with me.
OtaiFuck : *walks away again then suddenly turns back* If she's smart she would not sit with you.

Oh, I lost it there. I'm fine with people insulting me, doesn't bother me at all, but I get pissed off when my friend, who's not even involved in the conversation, gets insulted. Seriously, she didn't do anything to receive that insult. She was just sitting there staring at the both of us.

Me : You think you so smart ah? Look at you man.
OtaiFuck : You wanna see how smart I am? You come here.

At this point, I knew, expulsion was near if I did anything rash. But wtf? If you wanna show me something, you come to me la.

Me : No thanks, you won't be able to prove it. I'll pass this one. *motions one hand in a 'shoo' manner*
OtaiFuck : *Shouts something that got swallowed up by the words of the passengers of the bus*

So I just ignored him. Damn! That felt good. And to top it off, I even kept my cool.

Today, I got double-fucked. This one was hard to tackle.

FatFuck and OtaiFuck both happened to be in the same place with me. Oh boy, this spelled trouble.

First, my tie, too long.

Then, my shirt, untucked.

Third, my pants, too low.

Fourth, my button, unbuttoned.

FatFuck was polite but OtaiFuck was being an asshole. He was pushing my buttons, hoping I would lose it. But I didnt. So he started poking me with his tales of the seven seas.

OtaiFuck : You from PJ ah?
Me : *trying to use polite tone* Yeah, why?
OtaiFuck : You know catholic school?
Me : Errr, no?
OtaiFuck : If you know catholic school, you will know who I am. You ask catholic people and see.
Me : *raising right eyebrow*

Haha. I have no idea what he was trying to prove. Perhaps some macho-ness to cover up his stupidity. Here's what crossed my mind and would've came out if I didn't care about my permanent records;

Me : Dey, what are you trying to prove la? Bulu kotek oso white white edi. Pleasela, you wanna tell me granpa stories, might as well go back to your kampung, and tell la. Don't talk cock sing song here.

For Bec, if you're reading this 'bulu kotek' is dick hair. 'Kampung' is hometown. =D

Anyways, the conversation continued with me being a pussy. I was being fucked in the ass by 2 associates of the authority. My left ear was hearing what OtaiFuck was trying to say. My right ear was hearing what FatFuck was trying to say.

There was a piece of the conversation I remembered.

OtaiFuck : *holding up a 6 metal studded football boots* You ever kena 6 studs before?
Me : *raising right eyebrow*
OtaiFuck : I kena before you know. *pointing to his leg* Got 14 stitches.
Me : *giving him a do-I-look-like-I-give-a-fuck? look*

For Bec again, 'kena' in this conversation means 'get hit by'.

I was about to provoke him but then, I thought about it and I decided I'd better not do anything I might regret.

After all that was over, I started to redo my plan. Perhaps I should only go with 1 enemy. 2 is starting to be too much to handle. So, I think I shall make peace with FatFuck and wage war with OtaiFuck.

Yesh! Sounds like a good idea.

I'll update you folks on the progress of the plan after it has been tested.

Where's your brain?

2006-09-01T18:46:00.000+08:00

Worry gives a small thing a big shadow. - Some Swedish proverb.

Worry also diminishes self confidence and causes problems. Other than that, no comments. =D

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My friend's -Leslie- grandfather just passed away and I could tell he had an affection for his granddad -I always saw his granddad's photo in his MSN's display picture-. It must've affected him greatly.

Just then, I realised; Death is lingering among everyone, everytime, everywhere. It is when Death sees no future purpose for a certain person that it takes its life away... or perhaps to end that person's misery.

A movie -Final Destination-, also made me see.... that there could be a possibility that Death has a design for all of us. Each and everyone of us, meant to die in his design the way he designed that plan. When we cheat Death, we are just stalling the event.

It could happen anytime.

I shall not touch this topic any longer.

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About an hour ago, I noticed a cloud of smoke forming beside my house. Beside my neighbour's house to be more precise. I decided to take a closer look so I went to the nearby balcony.

There was a fire. Not just any fire for that matter. A big humongous spreading fire that seems to be getting out of control. Now, if you're confused, my house is surrounded by grass. Tall grass that never seems to be mowed. Just beside my neighbour's house, there's a hill of grass -a particular patch of grass that's elevated-. And that was what seemed to be the centre of the fire.

The fire was so big that I could even hear the sparks produced when fire burns grass. And, trust me, there were plenty more grass to burn off.

Now, the fire could reach my house if it was given about another hour or so. But I wasn't going to take the risk. I went downstairs and walked out my front door, thinking of a possible way to get to that area. Or whether I should alert the neighbour first in case he/she doesn't know.

Nah, I thought. =D. I'll just check it out first. Cos if I do decide to alert the neighbour and they already know about it then.... I hilang muka (lose face). Haha. Oh my maid followed me. God knows why.

The whole journey she was like "Ourgh, Julian ah, *pointing to direction of fire* got big fire ah! Very big ouh! I very scared ah! Big big fire ouh!", saying it with pure excitement -its her usual tone- and stressing alot of unnecessary words while shaking her head furiously with her eyes wide opened. Yes, I've gotten used to her figure of speech -adding 'ah' and 'ouh' at the end of every sentence-. Usually she's satisfied if you just nod your head in reply. =D

I went around the neighbour's house and saw the neighbour and his maid walking frantically. The, what seemed to be the head of the house, seemed to be going back and forth carrying a pail of water, extinguishing the fire.

My maid immediately grabbed the unoccupied water hose and starting watering the fire. When the neighbour -lets just call him Dodo- came near me, I asked him with the most polite tone I could put on; "Is there anything I can do to help?"

He said "Yes" then walked away. Err, okay... You don't say yes when a person asks whether he can help then walk away. You're supposed to give the dude a fucking job to do! So he doesn't really need my help since the fire looks like its being controlled already.

So I ask Dodo, "What caused the fire?". Then he muttered something again and ended it with "...hill of grass. Now no more snakes will be there." Err, okay... sounds hard to believe that a man would burn a hill of grass, that could spread into an uncontrollable fire, just to chase away snakes that might not even be there. But I still believed him anyways.

Then I asked some questions regarding the fire. And he became deaf. What the fuck?! Arrogant bastard. Then I asked my maid how the fire started. She told me it was because Dodo was burning some sort of trash. My grandmother also said Dodo was burning some sort of trash.

Then when she asked Dodo why he burned when there was a possibility of a fire outrage; he replied "I didn't know". Hahaha! Dumbfuck! No duh! When you burn a patch of grass surrounded by MORE grass, you're telling me the fire won't spread?

That arrogant arsehole must've failed high school. Then worked as a trash collector and a factory worker when he was young. Then suddenly, he won a lottery ticket and got enough money to buy the big ass house that he owns now. Either that or rich people are getting stupid these days. Dumbfuck.

He's going to go back to his home and complain "Tadi ada b'dak Cina b'diri kat api sana tau. Tarak tolon kite pun. Tak tau apa die ngah buat." Almost certain thats gonna happen. Then his family is just going to buy his story cos he's the head of the house. Dumbfuck.

Then probably he's going to say the wind from Indonesia blowed a lighted cigarette stick and it landed on the patch of grass beside his house, causing a fire. Followed by his heroic actions in order to save his house. Dumbfuck.

This is why I don't communicate with my neighbour(s). They're not really sociable. I miss my old neighbour. When I get my driving license, I'm going back to memory lane.

The old neighbourhood where my old house used to be. Where I had plenty of friendly neighbours helping me out in times of despair, playing football and badminton with me when they had free time, entertaining some small boy 3 years younger than them when they could've gone for a movie with their peers.

Missed those old times. I would call my neighbours if I remembered their numbers. Heh.

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Right now, I'm going back to the drawing board. Time to design plan B. Plan A's fading off due to lack of communication. Stupid exams.

Berputus asa; a word that does not exist in my dictionary.

2006-08-21T21:07:00.000+08:00

"If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were." -Kahlil Gibran

The bitter truth.

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I just discovered something. Something not big. But still something.

There is another way to classify people.

There are some people who get to go to places like England or USA or some shit ass area that's more than 6000km away, overseas, from wherever they live more than 10 times a year.

Then there are the people who haven't been anywhere further than Singapore in their entire life.

Me? I'm sort of in the middle. I've been only as far as Australia and itu pun in std 6. Yeah, call me pathetic. But you know, type B isn't always all bad. It has its benefits which are quite beneficial actually.

You see, type A, travels so frequently to overseas places that the meaning of it is totally gone. Lets say, from 13 years old -form 1-, you've been going to England for at least 10 times a year -don't ask me how, you just managed to fit it in-. Then when you're form 5, you go England again, but there's no special feeling, no distinguished moment of departure and no extraordinary affection.

This is because you get so accustomed to doing it that it had become a ritual to you.

Type B on the other hand. Once they DO get to go overseas -provided they DO, of course-, the feeling is indescribable. The joy that they experience its like so unreal. It'll burst their hearts out in glee. Therefore, causing them to appreciate the moment as it comes to them, cherishing it in their photographic memory space.

And that is the difference between type A and B. Of course, who wouldn't want to live the life of type A? Its like a dream come true. The purpose of this is to make people of type B realise that its not all that bad.

Which is why, if I get to go overseas at the end of the year, I'll be using every darn second to my advantage.

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I just realised something else;

I HAVE COMPETITORS!!!!

Technically, its a bad thing. But really -I'm an optimist-, if you see it from my point of view, it becomes sort of a challenge. No longer am I facing her wall alone. I am also fighting to break the wall with 2 other people, accompanied by 1.

In other words, its a 3 vs 1 situation. Seriously, I've got no one helping me. I'm all alone. All tactics, discussed alone. All plans, discussed alone. On the other hand, my rivals, both of them, are sharing 1 helper.

And the 3 of them are sort of related by friendship so -obviously- they'd rather have either one of them win than me. Now, how unfair is that? And to add oil to the fire, the 3 of them are in the same form as her! Unfuckingbelievable.

And it was at that moment that I discovered that that I realised; I was going to have to fight for her. Hell, no way I'm giving up. Or wait. Maybe fate is pointing me into that direction? Oh, I'm so confused. Please, give me a sign already!

Maybe she would be happier with either one of them than me in the first place? If that happens, I'm backing out. Or....;

Maybe Destiny's design for her did not have me in it? Maybe Destiny didn't want me to interfere with his design for her so he created an additional 2 rivals? Well, fuck you Destiny!

I'm sticking to my rights!

What say you?

2006-08-20T14:56:00.000+08:00

"The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese." - I have no idea who.

Haha. Now, doesn't that make so much sense? And its also hilarious.

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I've always wondered. If there's a speed for light, why isn't there a speed for darkness? Is it the inverse for the speed of light? Probably so...

Hei, a few weeks ago, I conducted an experiment with my cousin, Sebastian.

How to drink noob-style.

Aim : To find out the effect of several highly alcohol-ed alcohol liquids on the human mind.
Hypothesis : The fusion of 4 alcoholic drinks -at least 40% alcohol- causes the mind to go high upon intake, depending on amount of intake.
Variables :

Manipulated - Amount of intake of alcoholic drink, Amount of water added
Responding - State of mind
Constant - Amount of Ice.

Apparatus : 2 glasses -whiskey glass-, Jack Daniels, Johnnie Walker -Black Label-, Black Dog, Hennesy -Cognac-, water and ice.
Procedure :

Add approximately 4 small cubes of ice into one of the glass.
Pour very little Jack Daniels into the glass.
Repeat step 2 with the remaining 3 drinks.
Add water until 4/5 or 3/4 of the glass is full.
Repeat steps 1-5 with the other glass, making sure that both glasses have the equal amount of liquid level.
Use words of encouragement to boost you and your drinking partner's confidence level -that both you and your partner's liver will not corrode upon intake of this mixture-.
Take a sip. Take another sip. And another. And another. Until the remaining is 2/5 or 1/2. Then, gulp it down at 1 go and say your prayers.
Pray that your balls will still be intact and functioning after this drink. Pray that your liver will still be working after this drink. And most important of all, pray that your parents don't catch you doing this or your ass is skinned!
Create conversations to pass the time with your partner until the effect of highness starts to kick in.
Discuss with your partner whether to drink another glass. If both of you agree, discuss whether to take it to the next level. If both of you agree, repeat steps 1-9 using less or none water and more alcohol.
Be careful not to consume too much. Blackout may occur. Parents may fuck you up inside out, upside down and sideways.
After consumption, wipe place clean and destroy any evidence of the previous event.
Return to your humble abode -bedroom-, and embrace the euphoria you will be feeling.

Results : Self-explanatory.
Discussions :

Careful not to let any form of fire make contact with the alcoholic drink. Big fire may occur.
Do not drink too much of the alcoholic drink. Parents may notice difference in the liquid level.
Highness of smoking and highness of alcohol stacks. But highly unadvisable to smoke.

Conclusion : Jack Daniels, Black Label, Black Dog and Henessy makes 2 boys become 2 high boys.

I hope this experiment has helped noobs such as Sebastian to be a better drinker.

WARNING! Drinking causes some damage to your liver! And some stupid cancer, I dunno?
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I've always had this affection for junks. Not really junks but stuffs that have no meaning to them. Like, say.... Lava lamps! They're absolutely useless but I just love 'em.

I went to this shop and it sold some really cool lava lamps but the price was way over what my wallet provided me with. Anyways, back to junks. Its so cool.

I bought a coke bottle, glass coke bottle, for the fun of keeping it in my room for display. Yeah, junks. I even fancy lighters, when I don't even smoke or have any apparent reason for it. But not just any lighters, lighters which are extraordinary.

Mmm, one day, when I have my own money, I'll fill my room with junks, pure junks.

I thought I had it! I thought I was good at it! I've done it several times already! I've even driven as far as the mini shop -which is quite far actually-! But somehow, when I did it with my parents presence, I failed! How can this be?

I nearly crashed into my house gate when reversing my mum's car, thus resulting in my forced forfeit! Impossible! I've did it before! Numerous times! How come I failed just when my parents were testing me?!?! Fuck, what have I done to deserve this!

Its like I failed my illegal driving test!

Disappointments exist because of expectations.

2006-08-14T18:53:00.000+08:00

Anybody can become angry, that is easy; but to be angry with the right person, and to the right degree, and at the right time, and for the right purpose, and in the right way, that is not within everybody's power, that is not easy. - Aristotle.

In a way, I felt like I could connect with that quote above. I don't know why.

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Last Saturday, I entered a basketball 3 on 3 tournament -yeah, I know, I can't play basketball for fucks- But you see, I've never tried it before and what better way to spice up the tournament than being in it?

Actually there was this particular person who was also involved in the tournament that made me want to join. If it wasn't because of her, I doubt I would've even joined.

First match, we -Han Xian, Neal and I- were up against a team from the same school as us. So there wasn't really any pressure since they already knew how badly we played. On the same team as me, we have Han Xian -a school team player- the leader, Me -the basketball noob- and Neal -one who also rarely plays basketball, if not, never-. Our team name was Dumb, Dumber and Dumberer. Ironic isn't it?

First match, we played a little warm-up match. Where we all started adjusting ourselves to this new environment we call the basketball court.

Needless to say, we lost 3-0. Not bad actually for a couple of basketball dummies.

The 2nd match, we won! By a walkover. The opponent's team didn't show up. =D

Then the 3rd match, we lost. 9-1. To who? You know who anot? The coach's personally recommended team leh. And I was so happy the ball I shot went into the net.

This is how it went. =P I was holding the ball, behind me was a guy, big guy. I could hear the timekeeper's voice over all the crowd's blabberings; "3...2....1.....". Then I started to panic and said in my mind "Oh, fuck it". I turned around and gave it a shot. Surprisingly, it went into the hoop and time was up!

Hoorah. It was estatic.

Then I was sitting there happily in my seat, when Jane took the mic and announced a birthday celebration thingy. Then, I thought it was for Christine only, since I wasn't very close to Jane. Boy, what a shock I got when I discovered that I was included in the celebration -courtesy of Wei Ling and Sarah-.

A birthday cake came out of nowhere. I was too shocked and too touched to react properly. The cake didn't have to have my name on it for me to enjoy the celebration. But that event just made it to the top 5 happiest days of my life, possibly even holding top position.

Celebrating alongside Christine, my twin sister. Mmmm, delicious chocolate cake.

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Enough about the happy stuffs. There were some pretty upsetting moments on that day. Particularly stuffs that I do not wish to touch on. It just made me really really......... ~!@#$%^&

But it'll recover, in no time. I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding.

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Ah, the night before my birthday. I was chatting, blissfully unaware of the moment that was about to dawn upon me.

Suddenly, I received an SMS. I looked at the clock, it showed 12:00 AM. The beginning of 13th August 2006. I realised the SMS was a birthday wish, I just didn't know from who.

I was expecting it to be from her. But -not really disappointed- it was from Yoke Kien. Ah, what a thoughtful girl. Then I received another SMS. I was really hoping for it to be her.

But, it was Eunice. I'm chatting with her online and she still sends me an SMS. Haha. Now thats what I call nice.

Then 3rd was Bec -thanks again, Becky Wecky!-, but still no sign of her. Then the messages kept coming and coming but still no indication of her.

All the way till I slept, none.

So, I decided to do what I do almost every night, wish her good night via SMS. And just before I dozed off, I thought to myself, maybe she slept already. Yeah, maybe that was it. I was almost certain I would receive it in the morning.

Fuck expectations, they only make you even more disappointed. Not to mention depressed. I woke up to a couple of SMS-es, one of them being Wei Ling's.

Then my family went Mid Valley and I tagged along. When we reached, my mum and sister went to Metrojaya to use up some voucher thingy. My dad wandered off to do what grown, matured, adults usually do in shopping malls.

I, on the other hand, walked to the cybercafe, hoping to be able to take my mind off things. Fucking cybercafe, chose to have the maintainence on my birthday.

Then I looked for a nearby bench and sat there, staring into the crowd of people walking by me, feeling extremely moody. Why hasn't she messaged/called -call would've been the better one-?

Suddenly, I got a call. I immediately jumped. The old man sitting next to me got startled by my sudden excitement -his eyes opened wider-, but I didn't care. All I wanted to do was answer the call and hope its from her.

Not who I expected, but still, it was good enough! My first birthday call! Ah, the joy. The first, and only, person to call me was Kim.

Lets move off the topic for awhile. I remember back in my Form 3 days, when I used to have a crush of her, yes Kim. But, I didn't make a move, age being the factor. There was a certain superiority in her that made her seem waaay out of my league. And it ended when she left the school.

But I digress. So there I was, answering a call, feeling moody all the same. The sound of Kim's voice was a refreshing sensation in my period of depression. However, I couldn't hide the fact that I was sad. She could even tell through my voice. But I still appreciated the call.

After the conversation ended, I smiled for awhile. Then went back to being moody. Hah. How pathetic of me, I know.

Then my mum called to tell me we were going for lunch now. Great! Chillis! Margarita for me! Something to rinse the downheartedness away; a little alcohol.

Margarita worked for me like a Panadol for a migrain. But alcohol can only last for so long. I was soon feeling down again.

Suddenly, I received a message. I opened it as though I had received an SMS from a tuition teacher; cos I already gave up expecting things that weren't going to happen.

Unexpectedly, out of the blue, without a warning, it was her! Yes! The person I was most looking forward to receiving the birthday greeting from! Turns out she had her reasons. Totally understandable, I think?

Hah, and I got high from that moment onwards. What a marvellous day! Well, maybe only the second half. Joy!

The day.

2006-07-31T20:22:00.000+08:00

Every man is a damned fool for at least five minutes every day ; wisdom consists in not exceeding the limit. - Elbert Hubbard.

Guess I'm not so stupid after all.. haha..

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I still remember the day I had my hair cut bald.

It was June 7th. The day I was going to Pulau Redang with some friends. We -me and my friend- were discussing about the place to get our hair cut. After much talk, we settled on GDO Salon.

It was a cheap place. Yet the stylists there actually have style. So, I'd say it was perfect. When they were shaving my friend's hair off, I could've sworn I saw a tear; forming right at the base of his eyes. A tear that clearly said "So long, hair."

While he was having his hair shaved, I was busy getting a shampoo scrub. After 3/4 of my friend's hair was shaved off, I was escorted to the basin where they washed the shampoo off. What I don't understand is, why shampoo for so long? BLoody long I tell ya.. I could've sword most of my scalp went numb.

Then came the painful part. I watched, heart beating faster than a lizard striking its prey, as my freshly washed hair disconnected from my head and fell a slow fall onto the floor, as if crumbling to a painful death.

Then, for a moment. I stopped worrying and savoured the occasion. The bit of the hair cut, where my hair actually looks like a smaller version of travis barker's hair. Mohawk. Bald on both sides, with hair in the middle. Boy, I looked good. Haha.

Then, it was gone. All gone. As though I had started a new life; turned over a new leaf -a.k.a. released from jail-.

Hei -I thought to myself- at least I still have my sideburns. My friend, on the other hand, had his sideburns completely shaved off. He was blissfully unaware of the situation until he turned to look at me and went ballistic, cursing non-stop like a woman having her period. Poor bald dude..

Then, I went to scan for a nice movie to watch. Perhaps something that would entertain me and keep my mind off my now very vulnerable head. Then, I saw her.

Emerging from the crowds like an angel descending from above. Her beauty glimmered under the light and time seemed to have frozen. She had done her hair in a way I've never seen her in. Which was really sexy, I must say. She made my knees weak.

However,

I was afraid. Afraid of what she might say on my now very bare head. Is there a mole on my head? Do I look too much like a monk? Weird. I never really cared about what people said about my appearance. And now.....

She didn't comment anything but I could already see the shock on her face. Her cousin, being even more straight forward, shot me an insult. But I didn't really care. The insult didn't make it past my skin.

She was walking in a rather fast pace, due to the fact that we were already late for the movie. I was about to walk along her when I thought of my friends. No! I can't be ditching them at this very moment. Even for a beautiful girl. Ditching friends.. Big no-no. I promised to hang out with them and I prioritise my word very much.

Upon taking my seat, I took my seat directly behind her. At least I can stare at her as long as I want and won't get any weird stares back from surrounding people, I thought to myself.

The movie couldn't have been enjoyed any better. Splendid.

After the movie, I thought I could finally get to know her and talk to her, you know.. .the whole works. But no, more friends emerged from nowhere. And I started being pulled deeper into the group and the conversation until finally, I had no choice. Low-spirited, I tagged along with my friends and watched as she disappeared back into the crowds as majestically as she appeared.

I felt bad for not being able to accompany her. Not that she would've needed nor probably even wanted my company.

Nevertheless, I couldn't let that stop me from having a splendid weekend at Pulau Redang.

Boys will be boys.

2006-07-23T18:14:00.000+08:00

When she spoke, what tender words she used. So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow. They melted as they fell. - John Dryden.

I modified it a little. Because the words that John Dryden used were meant to be used by a female to a male. (the "she" words were actually "he")
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I don't know why. But I just felt like posting that quote. I think from now on, I'm going to post quotes at the top of my posts. Just to enlighten some de-lightened people who do read my blog.

Anyway, I digressed. Boys, any boys in their right mind, or lets put it as guys, will have the very same characteristics.

We, as males, can't help staring at a female body if the body is alluring or attractive. I mean, its in our genes. The father of all males, Adam, must've been one lucky bastard to have been naked with Eve and not feel ashamed.

Its not our(males) fault that that particular female decides to put on a strapless, semi-transparent shirt revealing her belly button and wears a mini skirt only a few inches from revealing her panty, if she's wearing any. If a male was wearing the exact same thing, I'm sure you girls would be staring too, with a different feeling of course. Haha. What a sight!

Yeah, what I'm trying to say is, its a natural thing to do for guys. And yet, whenever we're walking with a female companion, and we do that to another girl, we get slapped in the face. Okay, maybe a slap in the face was a little too harsh. Especially when the female companion is your girlfriend!

Oh boy, you're in deep pig shit's stew. Well, for a few seconds of enjoyment, you have to spend the rest of the day trying to pujuk your girl that it was just a friendly stare. Yeah yeah. So what I'm trying to do here is educate the females of the world, that staring at hot sexy bootylicious ladies isn't a crime!

It is a mere act of manhood and clearly shows that you are on your way of growing a dick and 2 balls, maybe more. Men do not deserve to receive punishment simply for staring at a very very eye-catching lady who is wearing almost nothing!!!

Oh-uh... here comes the flamings and the disagreements and the critics. This is what I get for defending my own race.

Mmmm... In KL, there is only 1 shopping mall that has the most sexy ladies, Sungai Wang. Unfortunately, the ladies there are 'lala' types. Ah, I don't know how to explain this word. Someone, please? Help...

Outside Malaysia, there's Singapore! Thailand has some too. So does Hong Kong.

One of my personal favourites are motorshow/car exhibition showgirls. Hoh! I tell you ah, your balls will meletup! One of the best I've seen so far is the Mitsubishi car exhibition in Sunway Pyramid.

Niama, I tell you, they were wearing white shirts, revealing bras, mini-mini skirts and high heels! All of them, WHITE! To add cherry to the icing, several handful of them even had TATOOS right above their skirt on the back (a.k.a. right above their butt)!!!!! Holy mother of ganja TATOOS!!!

Let me give you girls a hint. Tattoos turn men on. Or at least me. Haha.

I told my dad about the exhibition, leaving out the sexy girls part and he said he wasn't interested. Then when we walked by the exhibition, he tiba-tiba became interested. Caocimen.. Then, I was like "I thought you weren't interested?". Then he replied "You missed several parts of the exhibition parts out when explaining to me." Brztwawade....

He rejected the flyer that a male promotioner was handing to him. Then went to the sexy lady as how I explained in above to take the exact same flyer! I've gotta learn from my dad.

Females, on the other hand, have a different feeling when encountering these kind of revealing ladies. Most females are grossed out, disgusted, at how those ladies can wear such revealing clothings and still have the dignity to walk around handing out flyers to passerby(s) who stare below their neck while receiving the flyer. Females, *sighs*. Haha.

Well, I think I shall stop for now. Before I start getting death threats from anonymous females.

Until next time.

-Dr. Jules- Wahahahaha....

Mmmmm....

2006-07-21T23:07:00.000+08:00

I have been doing alot of deep thinkings lately. About what, I shall not mention in such a public manner. And these deep thinkings keep on leading to the negative side of my life. Which in turn, leads to my depression.

No, I'm not going to commit suicide. Or use the over-consumption of cough medicine method, although cough med does make you extremely sleepy. Haha. =D

I think I'm thinking too much. Too many thoughts run through my mind that it even amazes me. Last time, I couldn't sit down alone. My fingers were always itchy, finding a victim to disturb. Hah.

But now, I can even sit down alone and my mind will automatically go into deep-thinking mode. Where I lose sense with everything around me. Thoughts start running through my mind. Sometimes, so fast, I can't even think about the thoughts properly.

But as a close friend adviced me, I'm just thinking too much. So don't bother.

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Okay, end of depressing post. I watched an Animal Planet programme about a week ago. And something amazed me profoundly.

Male penguins actually starve for 4 months, all for the well-being of their offspring. Like, wtf?!

Okay, this is how it starts. The male penguins will first feast like the world is coming to and end. They feast, literally, like how they would on a buffet concept, except that the food has to be self-obtained. Then, they get extremely fat.

Then, winter comes. Male emperor penguins have to hike 70 miles across harsh conditions to find a mating partner a.k.a. female companion. After mating, the female lays the egg and returns to the "warm" part of the continent to go eat, get a manicure and facial etc. etc....

The male penguins, on the other hand, have to keep the egg warm by hiding it in between their furry legs and below their furry genitals. With sub-zero temperatures, male penguins huddle together to increase their temperature. Bear in mind that they are also mammals.

The cuddle up together like gays to keep themselves warm. The absence of food for 4 months would be unbearable if it wasn't for snow. The male penguins, who were deserted by their wives, gourge on snow for water. That is their only fluid for 4 months.

Then when 4 months are over. The egg will hatch. And you'd think that the ordeal suffered by the male penguins would be over. But no-no. Unless their female companions return from their shopping spree, male penguins have to I dunno, thicken their saliva? Or so thats what I remember. So that they can feed the young penguin.

Then finally, when the female penguins return with baby food, they take over. And the male penguins get to have a gala. But the males must also return with baby food.

Mmm.. sounds like alot to sacrifice for their child. Hats off to the male emperor penguins.

Ah shit. Have I become so boring that I have resulted in watching Animal Planet shows?

Constantly thinking of her.

2006-07-21T22:33:00.000+08:00

A lizard just saved my life. Figuratively.

I was taking a pee in my toilet. When suddenly, I saw a spider, near the ceiling above the toilet bowl. It made an impressive jump across the wall and landed on the vertical wall, right above the toilet.

That jump startled me. But nevertheless, I continued emptying my bladder. Then suddenly, I saw the spider do something funny.

Its butt moved, sideways, as though preparing to do something very deadly. I was like "wtf? noooo, anything but my penis!" I couldn't very well stop peeing halfway, it hurts.

Then, just as I thought my Crown Jewels was about to be bitten off by a very jealous spider, dum da dum dum!

A lizard appeared from behind the toilet! Swift like the wind, agility like lightning, it took a whack at the spider who was halfway shaking its butt when it got whacked by the deadly mouth of the lizard.

Unfortunately for the spider, the whack was accurate and most probably deadly. The lizard pulled the motionless spider back into its hideout and tore the living shit out of the perverted spider. Okay, I made that part up. I didnt actually see it tearing the spider apart.

Anyhoo, a lizard just saved my life. And I am grateful for that lizard. I will spare its live the next time I pick up a rolled up newspaper.

Lizards rock!
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Mmm..... She's breathe-taking!

*Post has been edited due to sudden change of mind.

Overcoming Phobias...

2006-07-18T17:12:00.000+08:00

Being afraid of heights and needles has its tolls. Trust me. While other people were busy waddling their feet away at the maximum height of the Solero thingy in Genting, I was frozen solid.

Frozen solid until the point where my ass became stiff. All muscles in my body hardened to the point where you could smack a wooden chunk into my guts and I wouldn't feel a thing.

My balls..... hoh..... you wouldn't wanna know. But I'll say it out anyways. I couldn't even feel them! But of course I must've left my balls on safe land when I was about to board the Solero. *Note to self : Bring balls on next vertically challenging ride.*

The really scary part was when the seats slowly start rising into the air. Up to the point where each person below was like a mere speck of dust and everything around you becomes cloudy. I would've enjoyed the gorgeous scenery in front of me if I wasn't constantly imagining myself falling down from such a height.

Then the worst part. Being suspended in 731642895 feet of air for 5 centuries. I tell you my arm was about to break apart with the amount of force I was putting onto the handles.

Although it wasn't all that bad. I looked to my left and saw Bee San. Haha. She looked like she had just seen a ghost without a head and blood splattered all over the body.

When the thing went down, it went down fast! Faster than you saying the alphabets of English from a-z. That was actually the relieving part.

Fuck, that was fun. Mmmm... hell yeah. I'm definitely going for another ride.

Ironic though. I'm afraid of heights and yet I long to try bungee jumping and sky diving and etc etc. Even I myself can't explain the reason for that.

I guess my thirst for adrenaline is higher than my phobia of heights.

But one things for sure, I'M FUCKING SCARED OF INJECTIONS!!

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This is it.

The moment of truth.

Success seems so far right now.

Yet so near.

The love we give away is the only love we keep

2006-07-13T17:05:00.000+08:00

Finally, pictures of the previous Redang trip have been uploaded onto my Friendster.. Feel free to check it out!

Form 5. What seems to be an interesting worry-free year for me, when it should've been the opposite (you know? with SPM and all..). I've had no girlfriends for the past 4 months, which means total freedom!

Don't get me wrong. Having a girlfriend is magical. You get to give all the love that has been stored up inside your heart for so long to somebody. Plus, you even get someone else's back in return.

But every gold has its weight. And right now, I feel weightless. Light as a feather, free as a bird. But that doesnt mean I won't be taking opportunities when it jumps out of the water.

It just means that I won't be firing the boomerang at a target anytime soon. Cool. Boomerang. Haha. For those of you who don't know what I mean, firing a boomerang is when you pop the question.

If you're successful, you hit the target and the boomerang is gone. If you missed, the boomerang will make a U-turn and hit you right back. Which will then of course, hurt... a-duh!

Anyways, I still keep a boomerang by my belt, just in case, you never know when you're gonna be needing it. Right now, nobody seems to be hitting on me. Hmm.. Or maybe they are and I just don't notice it? o.O

Anyways, the person I have a crush on doesnt have one on me. So, if one person sticks his hand out but the other person won't stick her hand out, how is there going to be a connection?

Just now, I was about to release my anger on someone who was pissing me off... but someone's presence prevented me from doing so.

Why... why oh why!!

None-.

2006-07-11T22:23:00.000+08:00

Someone, whom I shall not mention, has taught me something that until today, I value very much. I don't know how to classify the principle that the person has taught me but I shall explain it in the very best that I know how.

Some guys can curse alot. And I mean alot! Like, more than half their sentence are swear words. Now, some people, like me, can stand these kind of swear words. I mean, they're no alien language nor repulsive language to me. Its still a language, its still a word.

However, some people can't stand it. Really can't stand it. Like when their friends swear, they will "tegur" their friends. Though, it really doesnt do any good. Haha. Anyways, that person's point of view on the friend who curses alot might change, for the worse. These kind of people I'm talking about are girls of course. And the people who swears alot that I'm talking about are guys. We're talking majority here.

So this act that I've been taught is; no matter how fucked up your language is when you talk to your normal friends, always mind your language when having a conversation with girls.

Whoa, I sound so smart right now. Haha. I'm so proud of myself.

Anyway, I digress. No matter how many swear words I use in my daily conversations, you won't be hearing any of them when I'm having a 1 on 1 conversation with a female companion. Its not about the act of flirting, its about the act of being in the lady's favour. Some may call it a pussy act but think what you want to think, my thoughts remain the same.

But when I go into the act of flirting, its a whole new system. And the system which I have just stated above, helps, alot. Based on personal experience of course.

But that doesn't mean one can never swear when talking with a female. First, you gotta make sure that the female is comfortable with swear words. At least, thats what I do first. If you hear the female swearing, thats the OK signal for you to swear too. But not excessively.

Hei, I could write a book about this. Haha. Call me Dr. Jule from now on.

However, it is impossible to completely filter out swear words especially when you use it everytime you talk with your other friends. So, once or twice in a blue moon, I let out a swear word. Usually on a special occassion that doesnt happen as often as Nature Calls.

Call me a pussy if you like but I feel that this act that I've been taught, is worth practising. And you have no idea how hard it is to practise it.

Fooh. Imagine not being able to use the word "fuck" to express something beyond the reach of a mediocre word. It sort of hangs the conversation, thinking of a better, less aggresive word to replace the word "fuck".

And with this, I end my philosophy. Please purchase my books. It will be out by the end of July. Check your nearest retail outlets!

*PS: Early birds get a free bookmark with my autograph on it. =P

An increment man!

2006-07-05T16:45:00.000+08:00

Whoa, check this out...

First Term Results.

English : A2
E.S.T. (English in Science and Technology) : A2
BM (bahasa melayu) : A2
Maths : A1
Add Maths : B3 (1 more mark get A, FUCK!)
Moral : Fail
History : Fail
Accountings Principal : Fail
Chemistry : C, somewhere in 50-60
Physics : 42, D!

Overall Results - 4 A's, 1 C, 1 D, 3 Fails.

Mid Term Results.

English : A1
E.S.T. : A2
B.M. : A2
Maths : A1
Add Maths : A1
Moral : Pass by 1 mark!
Sejarah : Pass by 1 mark!
Accounts : 63, B!
Chemistry : In 50-60 area again...
Physics : 50-55 area, C!

Overall Results - 5 A's, 1 B, 2 C's, 2 D's.

Great or what man?! From 3 fails to none!

I am so happy...... You may try and break my spirit and say its only a little increase over the first term but ... as the saying goes ...

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt them!

Fuck yeah!

2006-06-27T22:38:00.000+08:00

I passed my Accounts paper! Woohooo!!

Fucking shit, I kneeled down and put my fists in the air while shouting in joy when I found out I got 63 for Accounts.

Last time I sat for that paper, I failed like shit. Now, I got like.... DOUBLE my previous marks!

Boy, is that great or what? I'm having a great week I tell ya. Tomorrow finally can play football again. Not that I'm good at it or anything. I just enjoy playing it. =D

Hmmm.... I keep thinking about her. I just can't help it... Oh well.... toodles....

Oh-uh.... I smell trouble.....

2006-06-27T22:31:00.000+08:00

This is going to be a very short post and might be deleted if found untrue.

You know what? I can't believe it myself..... but.......

I THINK I MIGHT have a crush on somebody.

I ain't gonna tell anybody who it is just yet as I myself ain't sure of the clarity of that statement. Its unexplainable. Just my instincts though. I can't be too sure. I'm not going to give away ANYTHING. Until I find the real verdict.

Darn.

How could this happen to me?...... I made my mistakes..... Got nowhere to run..... The night goes on as I'm fading away.... Wait a second, this is Simple Plan's Untitled lyrics... wtf?

I now know that I know nothing.

2006-06-22T19:43:00.000+08:00

Guess what?
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Come on. Keep guessing.
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Give up?
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Alright 1 last chance.
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0.5 last chance.
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Okay I'll tell you.......... After 5 dots. (4 dots more)
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OKAY!

There are people shooting a movie at my house. I got freaked out when I came home. I was expecting a nice quite house where I could go in and throw my socks and shoes all around and bask my smelly feet in the air.

But noooooooo. I got rudely interrupted the moment I stepped into my housing compound. There was this dude, mixed Caucasian I'm gussing, he was standing inside my house, his back faced at me. I thought he was like some kind of burglar or something.

So I stopped in my tracks. Turning my head 360 degrees around me, I searched for a weapon that could either blow his balls away or knock the bejesus outta him.

Suddenly, somebody shouted the word "cut". Then I was like, 'wtf... who are they cutting?'. Then, alot of people emerged from nowhere and started talking amongst themselves. Baskit.

I thought what. I stepped into the house and everybody looked at me.

Then I thought, O--kaaayyy. Is there something on my hair? Does my face have a gigantic 20 foot iguana on it? Is there something sticking out of my ear? Is there a bulge in my pants (i looked down for that)? Is my shirt inside out? Can't be, I'm wearing school uniform.. Do I look like a Mcdonald worker?

All those questions ran through my mind and crashed into the back of my head, causing my to go into a short coma of about 5 seconds. Then, I continued walking as if nothing happened. Eyes turned, bodies turned. I was in the limelight baby! I was strutting my stuffs! Flexing my butt muscles. No, just joking.

It was awkward though. Someone came up to me and asked me "do you live here?". WHAT THE FUCK?! You shoot a movie in MY house, with MY blood on it, with MY name on it, with MY shoes in it, with MY underwear in it, with MY handphone in it and with MY Jessica Alba poster in it and you still ask "do you live here?".

Someone should take the thingy they use to snap when they say "Action and Cut" and snap your dick off.

Of course, I just said "yes". Then I flicked my hair in his face and walked away in victory. Fuck, what am I talking about, I'm bald.

I went upstairs and got onto the com. And could hear them rehearsing a scene for almost 2 hours. A scene that was only 5-10 minutes long!

Even I could remember the lines already! They should hire me, I make a great Superman.

Btw, the show's called Gol and Gincu. Some local tv-series.

Now, I'm going to go study and then share a slurpee with my sister. Later on, I'm gonna go paint nails with my mum! Cool!

Me? Doing that? Hahahaha... so funnny la me.... HAHAHAHA... oink oink.... snort snort....

Actually, now I'm going to go slam my room door so that it'll be heard when they're shooting a scene. Then, they have to retake the scene. Muahahaha.

2006-06-19T20:32:00.000+08:00

Bah, got tagged by Su Ling to do this thingy.

The Rules:
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover.
2. Have to mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.
3. Tag eight other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.
4. If you are tagged the second time. There is no need to do this again.
5. Lastly, most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT.

1.Okay..... First of all....

* She definitely has to have a slender curvacious body. Of course I know nobody's perfect! I'll guess just settle for near-perfection. If my entire life is going to be dictated by a woman, make it an absolutely finger-licking hot woman.

* Body-shape out of the picture, she's gotta have sexy killer legs! Hmm.. actually sexy killer legs should be the first priority. I'm talking about those kinda perfect legs that God himself crafted using his own bare hands. My knees melt at the sight of legs that are to die for. Don't know what I'm talking about? Try watching Victoria's Secret's Fashion Show. If your balls don't explode, you're not a man.

* Then, she MUST, I repeat MUST, NOT be taller than me! Standing at 6 foot tall, it would be an embarassment in public if I were seen holding hands with a lady thats 1 head taller than me. Of course, not too short too. I don't want to be bending down to kiss her everytime I want to.

* She HAS to look Godlike in high heels and mini-skirts. I mean many girls can pull off looking hot by wearing high heels and mini skirts but my perfect lover will look like a Goddess. An angel sent from heaven would be good enough, provided the angel holds high ranking in heaven.

* Now, most men would be saying big boobs as a criteria. To me, I would prefer average boob size. Pamela Anderson's boobs are too big. Perfect kinda boobs are breast like Jessica Alba's. That's as big as I want them to big. Any bigger is a no-no.

* Lips. Oh God. Sexy lips are not a must but a plus. Angelina Jolie's kinda lips. Oh yeah!

* Eyes. Again, its a plus. Killer stares like Angelina Jolie. Seductive!

* Enough with the exterior. Lets move on to the interior. She has got to be open-minded definitely. I can't have a lover who can't take open-minded subjects. I happen to curse more often than an average guy.

* Financially, if my lover was the president's daughter I'd be delighted. But of course, she doesnt have to be Bill Gate's daughter to be my lover. Financially average.

* Wild. Loves to be adventurous. Loves to try new things. Born to be wild.

* Straight-forward. Yes. I love straight-forwardness. I wouldnt want a lover who goes on telling her best friend everything. Then, her best friend has to come and tell me everything. Then I have to go back to her and resolve it.

* Not demanding nor too controlling. This is pretty much self-explanatory.

* A lover who understands me while giving me time to hang out with my friends until the wee hours.

2. Female la of course. I aint gay.

3. I'm too lazy to tag anybody. Tee-hee. Those who want to do it just do so. If you need a reason, just say I asked you to. =D

Off I go to watch Switzerland vs Togo. I'm betting on Togo! Opponent Switzerland gave me 1 ball. Now the score is 1-0 with Switzerland leading! Fuck, no!

Pulau Redang. The Island Where your soul never dies.

2006-06-13T20:07:00.000+08:00

Like wtf. Redang was totally not what I expected. What I had in mind was like a beach with loads of people, hot bikini chicks in particular, some mini-shops nearby and maybe a bar or 2.

When we (people in the trip) arrived, all I saw was, a beach, a canteen, some chalets, rocks to the left and rocks to the right (completely trapping the beach in the middle), a volleyball net and a couple of futsal goal nets.

Nobody was on the beach, except us of course. The sand on the beach was like pure, untouched by men. The sea water, crystal clear. Extremely beautiful sight. Its like, if you wanna run away forever and never be found, go there. Its called Wisana.

I'll skip the boring parts. Later throughout the trips, I got to know that the locals at the resort were pervs. Desperate, hungry ham sap lous who will do anything to get a little *touchy*touchy* moment with the female tourists.

It so happened that the female tourists were from the same school as me. And 3 of them, in particular, became the main target. HELL, I wasnt gonna let no pervert asshole take advantage of my friends!

But of course, if you're looking for a fight, don't do it in Redang. Because in Redang, its their home, its their land, its their territory. We, KL-ians, have no power nor landscape advantages over the Redang-ians. The only advantage we had was quantity. They definitely had quality.

It was a tough battle but we emerged victorious. Whenever we climbed onto a boat, I GOT ASKED to go on first so that I could carry the ladies up instead of the locals. Well, that was only one of the incidents. But yeah, you get the point.

We spent 2 nights in Redang. Both the nights we went to Long Beach. Finally! Some electronic entertainment for the soul! Redang-style! First night at Long Beach, I didnt dance. Particularly, I wasnt feeling it. Despite a bottle of vodka, Subzero.

Second night, World Cup night! I had 2 Vodka Ice. Still no effect. I was like "Fuck, what does it take to get me high!"

Germany vs Costa Rico.

I loved Lahm's first goal. Superb accuracy sial. During half time, we left the island and headed back to Wisana. Then Asyraf got high. The fler drank 2 Hoegarden (8.5% alcohol). Hoegarden tasted like Stout. Stout tastes like shit.

Me, Kean Way, Pui Yee and Pei Fen went for scuba diving. Had to pay extra RM50. At first it was tough getting used to breathing and moving and all those but in the end, everything was fine.

So fine that me and Kean Way decided to play Scissors, Paper, Stone underwater. Kinda cool.

It was good experience. Something like Discovery Channel.

Then there was this group of girls who enjoyed hiding Mr. Ariff's slippers underneath the sand. They were like "Mr Ariff (in a dangling kinda tone), we were hiding your slippers and we seemed to have lost track of where we hid it. Could you come find it for us?"

First 2 times, they were laughing their arse off cos Mr. Ariff was having a hard time finding his slippers. The 3rd time, he grabbed a wooden stick and chased one of the girl all over the resort until she finally gave in.

Overall, Redang was fun and tiring.

Well, my blogging mood's wearing off already. Guess I'll just end it here.

Botak.

2006-06-13T19:52:00.000+08:00

Yes. I'm bald. Well, not skinhead bald but.. blade 3 bald. I had the stylist stop halfway during my cut so that I could savour the moment of looking like travis barker.

Too bad I didnt take a pic. Before my hair was cut, I got a wash. Goddammit! The hair washing part was sooooo loooong. By the time it was time to wash the shampoo off my hair, my fren had half his hair cut off.

They took me to this basin where I had to lie down. Looking up, only girls would find the posters hanged on the ceiling attractive. Men, well maybe except gays, would find it.. erm.. repulsive is the word?

They had naked men all over their ceilings. Posters of 'em. All naked showing butts and whatnots. But none of them were showing their penis. Thank God. I mean, the men were posing! Sheesh. They obviously don't have bisexual entertaining posters.

Then, I watched as my b-e-a-u-tiful hair is shaved off by a shaver. My friend, who had already completed his haircut, looked like a monk, those Shaolin kinda monks.

When my haircut was completed, my friend's eyes bulged. He was like "WTF?! You got sideburn!" And I was like "Yeah, I asked the lady to keep it." Then he went "Noooooo. Mahai! My sideburn the guy go cut never ask me oso!"

And I laughed my ass off.

Georgie came in and started laughing at the boy-turned-monk, Hinnie. I didnt get that bad of a teasing.

Then I watched Benchwarmers. Hella farney. Its sort of like The Longest Yard. Funny, sporty kinda thing.

Then we had steamboat for dinner. RM12.90 for buffet steamboat. You'd think that the place would serve terrible food. But hell, the food's there actually pretty good. There were 5 of us, Kean Way, Georgie, Hinnie, Me and Jazlan.

Jazlan left early. So he was all like. "I gtg dudes. Chao men." Then he started shaking out hands and flipping our thumbs.

Half an hour after he left. Hinnie was staring into space when suddenly he snapped and went "Mahai. That Jazlan go do like this like this then go chao wor!", while motioning his hand to a flipping thumb movement. "Never pay wan!"

I laughed my ass off again. It was so freaking hilarious. Nevertheless, we paid for Jazlan's share.

Then we went to buy Mentos and Coke to try it out in Redang. But, left the coke in kean way's house. Free coke for the family =.=

Then it was off the redang we go!

Wtf?! You mess with 1 Shii you're fucked..

2006-06-05T19:06:00.000+08:00

WARNING! DO NOT CONTINUE TO READ UNLESS YOU ARE COMFORTABLE WITH SWEAR WORDS!

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Now, if my sister is involved in a verbal fight with another person, I won't butt in. I probably won't even be interested in it. But when my parents get insulted. Thats going waaay too fucking far.

Involving parents in a verbal fight is one of the biggest mistakes you can ever do. It gives everyone in that person's family the rights to fuck you up inside up and upside down.

Yeah man, I got to know this 2-cents-slut insulted my parents. The little cheap pussy's name is Jascinta. I've always hated her (same school as me). Her hair looks like it got cut and styled by herself when she was high smoking on her boyfriend's dick. Who's fucking dumb enough to accept her as a girlfriend you may ask?

Why, its the dude who picks up my garbage from my front gate everyday. I have also seen him giving blowjobs to my neighbour's cat. My neighbours cat has a bigger dick than him.

Fuck, I'll even put in a picture to prove her hair to you.

Now, I know the lighting is poor in this picture. She probably took it herself.

Style some gel onto my dick hair and make it stand and it'll look better than hers.

I'm trying really REALLY hard to insult her parents. Oklah.. I won't insult her parents. I'll insult another person's parents. I really really hate that person also. *hint hint*

Niama, the parents must be seeing other people cos I know the mother is not as ugly as the daughter. Summor the father's dick so small until produce a child with boobs smaller than mine.

Oh yeah, now I remember. I saw this sex tape, of this couple, having sex. The mother was fucking the father. Mother, she-male. Father, pussy-excuse for a man.

Alright, I'm starting to lose my insulting mood. I'll end it here.

If I ever see Jacsinta in a physical fight. I'll know who to help. And who's ass to shove a 20 inch bamboo stick up all the way.

Have a nice day, people! =D

No Pain No Gain.

2006-06-03T23:41:00.000+08:00

Yesterday, I found out I have 3 ulcers on my bottom lips! 3 mother humping ulcers! Bah... triple the pain, triple the misery.

I also learned something new today. Bec sort of introduced the idea to me. She said rinsing with salt water helps alot. So I took her advice and went downstairs for a rinse of salt water. After rinsing with salt water, I stood there. Staring at the bucket of salt.

Salt water.... now why do they use salt water? Because salt was too strong? Too strong is what I need for 3 ulcers! Yeah!

So I took a spoonful of salt and carefully distributed it among my 3 ulcers.

HOLY MOTHER OF GANJA + MARIJUANA!

The pain....... rocks! It can make you jump about and fully energized.

Moral of the story?

A greater pain will cause one to neglect the lesser pain.

Later tonight I'm gonna try Listerine. Heh.

Go ahead. Make my day.

2006-06-03T01:01:00.000+08:00

Stoooooopid fucking ulcer. I swear, if it didnt hurt, I would've taken pliers and pulled my fucking ulcer out. If that was even possible in any way.

Stoooooopid thing hurts whenever I do anything. And guess where it is? Its a little hard to explain. Alright, this is what you gotta do;

Grab a mirror. Stare into it. Make sure you can see your bottom lip okay? Pull your bottom lip down to reveal the bottom gum part. Can you see in between your gums and your lips theres a sort of small vein/line/thingamagicabob that connects the gums and lips?

Well my ulcer is right beside the vein. Its practically touching the thingy!

When I put food into my mouth, it hurts.

When I chew, it hurts.

When I drink anything, it hurts.

When I lick my lips, it hurts, abit.

When I watch sexy movies of Jessica Alba, I get an erection.

O--kay. That was a random statement. And btw, its not porn okay! She looks so hot in 'Into The Blue'! Or some movie that had the world "blue" inside.

Bah... gonna kick some ass in DotA tomorrow. Booyah!

Fuck Asthma.

2006-05-31T19:40:00.000+08:00

Fucking asthma. I feel as though I've been smoking for 20 years, having lungs which are so shriveled and wrinkled up that I can hardly breathe. I think I'm going to suffocate soon and then die a slow death.

Nah, thats not possible. Or is it? o.O

Nvm. Lets all put Death out of our minds for now before he decides to pay us a visit, particularly me. Alright, I'm going bald on Tuesday, that is if my friend doesnt chicken out again. Already one friend chickened out. Now its just the both of us.

Then one of the day's schedule is to go Redbox. I think I'll make a date with another person and watch Da Vinci Code instead. Supposed to go watch it on Monday with Eileen, who is busy having a gala in Australia right now. Don't know whether she'll remember anot. *rolls eyes*

Almost everyone I know are having a good time during this hols. Why aren't I?

O' Well. Back to the point. I don't think my parents will let me out on Monday and Tuesday. So,.............. I'll just have to merge both the days together! Great, now all I gotta do is ask Eileen to go on Tuesday instead.

Now the big question is..... What to do? Do I go Redbox and watch people sing/sing in a room full of most probably guys only or go watch Da Vinci Code, one of the year's most controversial movies, with a lady-friend of mine?

Haha, thats like asking a guy to choose between Whoopi Goldberg and Jessica Alba! With the answer smacked right into my face, all I can do is hope everything goes according to plan.

Oooooh, I can't wait till Redang. Watching the opening of World Cup in Redang? Coolios.

I have my doubts about England. They don't seem to..... erh...... Good? There was a replay on the England vs Uruguay International Friendly match which was originally held on 1st of March.

During halftime, England was down 0-1. But in the end they won 2-1. They scored 2 goals in the last 20 minutes. They had lotsa shots but they blew it, even letting Omar Pouso score 30 yards away. Haihz.

My vote stands with Brazil. They've got star players. You can only mark so much star players but you can't mark all, in the field I mean.

Brazil for the Win!

Silent Killer.

2006-05-29T14:09:00.000+08:00

I went Carrefour last Sunday (yesterday). For those of you who has been to Carrefour (the one beside Subang Parade) you would know that the escalators there are flat, not like those escalators with humongous steps.

My whole family, my dad, mum, sister and I, were standing on the escalator going down. Suddenly, out of nowhere, my dad smiled. It wasn't an ordinary smile either. It was his "usual" smile. The smile that could meant 1 thing.

RUN! I ran down the escalator far away from my dad. My mum looked blur. So did my sis. A few seconds later, their face turned sour. They knew what had happened.

My dad just released his deadly gas grenade. The silent killer. My dad's signature move. His signature; a smile, a cunning smile that others from the outside would not be able to interpret the reason of the smile.

Well, other than that hilarious event, I don't think there was any event that was worth telling.

Supposed to cut bald this thursday or friday but got postponed to tuesday due to unforseen circumstances. Haihz. I'm trying to move it to Monday. Why? Monday seems like a good day to be bald.

Man's intuition.

Going to a friend's birthday party this Saturday. I think I'm going to be 1/2 hours late. Fuck. I hate being late. But I just can't help it. Hope she's the kind of person who thinks "Better late than never".

Strength through Unity. Unity through Faith.

2006-05-26T22:27:00.000+08:00

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

-A line adapted from 'V for Vendetta'. Opening introduction of V. Extremely classy, IMHO.

Reds.

2006-05-26T17:50:00.000+08:00

I felt something like water starting to grow bigger in my nostrils. I felt as it accumulated more and more without me even realising it conciously. Suddenly it overflowed and that made me jump. I ran to my tissue box and grabbed a piece of tissue and held it to my nose.

Then, I pulled it away from my nose. Under the scarce moonlight that filled my room, I stared at the tissue with my blind eyes. OMFG! WTF?!

The moonlight lighted the tissue to reveal a red blot of something red. Haha (red blot of something red). I studied it closer. I then realised, my nose was bleeding!

Then I also realised, it was still bleeding! The blood managed to touch my upper lips before I wiped it away with the tissue. I continued to hold my nose and lied on the bed. Then I dozed off.

I woke up in the morning with my 2 trusty pillows, one which I hug and one which I sleep on. From small, my eyes suddenly became big.. as big as the eyes of an owl. There was blood on my pillow! I looked onto the pillow I was sleeping on. There was blood on my pillowS!!

Fuck! There was blood all over my T-shirt's sleeve also.

I was a bloody mess.

Ah, I forgot what else I wanted to blog about. Dammit.

I watched Naked Avengers. The storyline sucks like shit but the girls are hawt!

The story is like these chicks who fuck guys then kill them. They're like hired assassins. They lure men by seducing them then kill them when they're off guard. The movie kinds of plants fear into a guy and gives him a second thought when eating a woman's bait.

Scary shit.

Towards the ending of the movie. Something farney happened. I was watching the movie. Then I took the Coke out of my right hand armrest + cupholder. When I put the Coke back it the thing dropped. The armrest thingy dropped! with its cupholder! Holy cow! I could've brought it back home but nah, I'm a good boy. *innocent face*

Anyways.. gotta bounce.. ciaouz..

2006-05-15T21:31:00.000+08:00

Do you ever have those times when you sleep where you're half-concious? You roughly know whats going on around you yet you refuse to take actions. You are aware that you're awake but you can't voluntarily move your body. Well, I don't know about you, but it happens to me.

2 nights ago. I had the same incident happening. I was half-awake. I stretched my legs for God knows why. Suddenly, the muscles in my left leg tighten. It sort of twisted into the shape of a pretzel. Immediately, from a horizontal sleeping status, I jumped up and stood up straight like a pole, putting all my weight on my left foot.

The pain was excruciating! Its unlike any other pain I've felt before. It hurts yet it has a sort of satisfying feeling. The miracles of muscle cramps. Well, after what seemed to be 25476294 hours, the pain reduced and I, once again, collapsed into a deep sleep.

This is one of the very few things that can make me jump up and be alert straight away while I'm sleeping. Usually it would take an earthquake + tsunami to get me to wake up. Take it from my cousins.

I know this really happened cos when I woke up, I felt a jolting pain in my left leg. It jolts again everytime I put weight on my left leg when I walk.

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On to another incident.

One thing I really stand; FFK'ers (Fong Fei Kei). Really, it agitates me profoundly. For those of you who don't know what FFK means, FFK is when a person promises to meet you somewhere but doesnt show up. Then he is a FFK'er. If he does it repeatedly, then you can say that that person likes to FFK.

Last week, I got invited by a friend of mine to go to the cybercafe for some gaming. Well, I had to go home and ask my mum first of course. Took me alot of trouble to be able to come out on Friday and Saturday but I did it. On Saturday, quite a number of familiar faces showed up.

Most of the familiar faces were invited by the same friend who invited me.

After quite sometime, I noticed my friend still hasnt arrived. I decided to give him a call, only to find out he couldnt make it. Like WTF? Its like hosting a birthday party when the birthday boy can't make it.

Nevertheless, everyone else still DotA-ed. People were pissed at him for FFK-ing.

If you don't know whether you can go out on a certain date, don't invite people to go out on that date! Its just plain...... fucked up. Its not the first time he's FFK either. I have a little advice for you people out there. Next time, confirm before making decisions! If not, you'll just be an unreliable fucktard.

I mean, its alright if you already confirmed you were going but last minute something popped up and you had to cancel your plans. However, the situation of "not sure" whether you are able to go, yet still inviting people out as if you can go, is just, argh! There's no word to describe it.

I learned a new quote.....

"I've learned not to mess with mother nature, mother-in-laws and mother-freaking Ukranians" - Italian Job

The word "Ukranians" can be edited to fit the situation you'd like to use.

Sweeeeet~

Camp-ex

2006-05-11T18:25:00.000+08:00

Crap. I don't know how to spell it. Is it Camp-X or Camp-ex? Anyways, I can't go. =( bloody SPM. Next year BETTER be a better year if not I'm sueing the Education Ministry.

Its sort of a sequel to D2YC (a buddhist youth camp). Yes, yes, I know I'm not a buddhist but I join the camp for discipline purposes and well, for experience. I also got to learn about Buddhism! Sweet! Now, before this turns into a Moral essay, I'm going to skip the stuffs I learnt.

Such memorable times those were (eh, Su Ling? haha). Food-wise, I'd say the modern/high-class temple (wats it called? where most of the monks were female?) was the best. I had 4 or 5 bowls of rice! Wooo! Deprivation from good food for 3 days can really build one's hunger level. The eating habits at the temple was really strict!

They even separated the boys from the girls. Sexists. Haha. I love that word.

It goes like this; there's like this looooooooooooooooong-ass table. Lotsa people will be sitting at the table. There will be an imaginary line on the table horizontally. If any of your plate (rice/dish) is in the upper part of the imaginary line, the monks will come and refill that plate. Its really kind of cool. Uber cool system.

Silent and disciplined. I was amazed. It abolishes the need to call out "HOI, WAITER, MALI MALI!". They have unlimited refills too! Dam I was fucking full by the time I was done.

My cousin, Augustin, was one funny ass. His plates were over the imaginary line. So the monk kept on refilling his plate. He doesnt know Mandarin either. Then, when the monk saw his plate was already full, she pushed the plate back to the lower part of the imaginary line.

My cousin, not knowing what the invisible line meant, looked at the monk with the blurrest pair of eyes I've seen for awhile then pushed the plate back above the line. Then the monk pushed it down again.

This continued for quite some time until finally someone beside him (obviously not me) told him. I was busy laughing my ass off. It was hilarious watching my cousin and a monk take turns pushing plates. You try imagining it.

Though the good food doesnt come with sacrifice. Before the food, we(participants of the D2YC) had to sit in a room where we were given a speech on something I had no idea of. I was half-asleep, trying to figure out what the monk was saying. She was speaking Mandarin. I know shits about Mandarin!

My trusty translator was boring the shit out of me too. The only part I found him useful was during lunch when he translated the whole plate-in-plate-out system to me. =D

After 2 decades, the speech finally ended with half the room asleep. Even the commitees were dozing off! Good examples kononnya~

Again, they separated the girls and boys during the speech. Sexists. Haha.

Then there was the treasure hunt. Tiring shit! I felt like drinking the pond water.

All in all it was a good experience. Yup yup. Not going for this year's Camp X but I will be for the end of the year's camp, if Sebastian helps me get in again. Haha.

Last year I submitted my form late and by right, I should've been rejected for the camp. Lucky I had inside connections. =D Unfortunately, my friend, who submitted his form later than me, couldnt get in. Hilarious, I tell ya.

The Nightmare Returns.

2006-05-10T17:11:00.000+08:00

Let me return back to jogathon day. I was disappointed with my body. I was actually expecting better performance on that day but for some reason my stamina was freaking low. I questioned myself. I thought I didnt give it my best.

But today, I found out that......... My asthma has returned! That must've been blocking me from releasing my full potential.

I thought it had stopped 6 years ago. Guess I was wrong. I hate asthma. Its nothing major. Its only some minor asthma but it still causes difficulty in breathing.

I dunno wat to blog already. Nothing interesting happening in school lately that is worth blogging. Oh wait! Bragging time!

Monday, the debate results were announced. The team I was on won. I got the "Best Speaker" title! Guess what the present was? A stupid book! On what I didnt bother to check but I know its useless.

Okla.. I end it here. Until next time.

Ah... the horror...

2006-05-07T00:35:00.000+08:00

Guess what? I had a dream last night. Well, to be truthful, it was more than 1 dream. It was alot of dreams. One after another. All picturing the same thing ; the Moral project.

Since I was going to school on Saturday, I had another chance to double-check lockers, tables etc etc. On the night before Saturday (Friday?), while I was sleeping, I dreamt that I found my Moral Project underneath my desk. This, however was all too good to be true as reality slapped me hard in the face just when my heart stopped beating for that moment of relief.

Sigh. It happened over and over again. The only thing that changed was how I found the Moral Project. Sometimes it would be under my desk, sometimes it would be in a locker. The relief I feel, its... out of this world. Its like as though I had just lifted a whale off my shoulders. But then, someone decides to throw the whale on my shoulders again and I'm forced to accept reality that I havent found my Moral project.

Dreams, its funny how they can appear to be so real eh? I woke up last night, happy. Happy that I have found my Moral Project. Suddenly, I realised its all dark, its 3 a.m. in the morning and I havent even gone to school. What a bummer. I went back to sleep and the same dream occurred. I keep on getting disappointed by how real it all seemed.

Then on Saturday, when I actually went to school, for real. I was hoping my dreams would come true. I was hoping for a speck of my green file underneath my desk. However, it was the nightmare that came true instead; my green file was nowhere to be found. I searched every inch of the classroom and couldnt find anything. Heartbroken, I can't believe I actually thought I had hopes in finding my Moral Project.

I have to concieve a project all over again in 1 week. A project that took 1 and a half years to complete. This or I fail my Moral SPM. Something which I wouldnt want to be doing. Just my luck eh? Just my luck.

What did I do to deserve this? Was karma hitting me back?

I tried to put my mind off things on Saturday. It worked, until now.

I went to Pyramid after school with Kean Way and Ming Hoong. Ming Hoong's jeep isnt exactly what you would want to be in. Its not the way he drives, its the way the car moves. It looks so fragile from the outside that a single crash from a proton could fly your ass to South Africa.

In addition to that, on every single stone the jeep rolls on, it bumps. Imagine millions of loose stones on the tar road. Somewhat scary. Especially when a person who has only 1 month of driving experience is driving it.

Put aside its bad qualities, I actually call it the "smart car". Why? Petrol Consumption. Yup. The little bugger consumes so little petrol its actually kinda cheap. Plus, you don't have to worry if you bang into anything cos its so cheap(if you have life insurance that is).

Mission Impossible III. What a suspenseful movie. The whole movie was like action, suspense, action, suspense, important details, suspense, action etc etc etc. Some might say its a good thing. For me, it usually would be too but.... I HAD TO PEE! Halfway through the movie, my bladder was already about to explode. I was closing my legs; its a strategy to contain your pee better.

I was waiting for the "boring/uninteresting" scene for me to give a run for the toilet. Unfortunately for me, MI3 had to be a movie of full suspense. Finally, when my bladder could not take it anymore, I just picked a semi-interesting scene and ran for the toilet. Phew, it felt so good.

Then after the movie, we went DotA. Ah, no comments. I don't really like blogging about DotA. Its rather pointless cos I don't suppose you people would understand what I'm saying anyways.

So now.... I'm just going to sleep. Yes, get some beauty sleep and hope everything will turn back to Friday, 5th of May 2006.

Fucking thieves..

2006-05-05T17:15:00.000+08:00

Today is my unlucky day. Its seriously fucked up. Filled with misfortunes.

The major cause to why I'm depressed is because... my Moral Project is gone. A project that took 2 years to do. An irreplaceable project. And now.. its missing..

Alot of other minor things fucked up the day but I don't want to list it out. My Moral project. My sweat. My hardword. All my pen's ink. All my printer's ink. All my brain's juice. All stored inside a single green file that compromises my moral project.

Why would anyone steal a Moral Project? Its just plain stupid. Can you sell a Moral project? I highly doubt so.

Maybe its not stolen. Maybe its just somewhere in my class. I'm going to spend alot of time searching for it tomorrow.

But most probably its been stolen or mistakenly taken by one of my friends. If its stolen, I'll never forgive the bastard. Once I find out who the asshole is, I swear... I will finally be relieved of my hunger. My hunger. The hunger.

Suspects are running through my mind right now but they're running too fast that I can't put my fingers on them. I'll double-check tomorrow. Then only I'll jump to a conclusions. Hopefully, my Moral project would miracally reappear inside my desk's drawer. If not, I'm going to have a harder time trusting people and I'm going to have a grudge against someone forever. Though that someone may not be anyone in particular.

Fuck, I'm losing my mind. I'm pissed. I'm depressed. Drugs are starting to seem like my best friend right about now. Don't worry, I won't start consuming drugs, its just an expression.

NEED TO TAKE MY MIND OFF THINGS!!

Fucking Piece of Shit.

2006-05-04T16:47:00.000+08:00

I'm fucking pissed. I got pulled out by guess who? Aimotherfuggerza. That bastard just can't get enough of my arse.

Today, he had to gang bang me with a fellow teacher, Catepussylina. Justin also got involved but he didnt get hit by the main radius of the attack.

Aimotherfuggerza critisized my hair, saying it was messy ~~and how he loves to masturbate to gay porn~~. Then he asked me, "Why do you push your hair up?". Why can't he think out of the box? Why is his mind so limited and stereotype?

"Its not me who pushes my hair up. It goes up naturally. ~~In case your puny brain can't cope with what I'm talking about, what I'm trying to say is,~~ after taking a shower every morning, my hair just stands up naturally after it has been wiped (by a towel, duh)."
When my hair is moderately long, it sort of stands up and creates a blur figure of a mohawk. It just imitates a normal spike when its short.

But I was too lazy to say that whole statement. It was just way too long. So I just said "Natural." Then he was like, pointing to all the prefects around me, "Okay ah, you all heard him, next time I will tell your mother what you said." WTF?!

I was laughing hard on the inside. LIKE MY MUM CARES! She knows I don't comb my hair. She's going to ban me from ever going out if I don't comb my hair? Then Aimotherfuggerza asked me "Do you walk around at home like this?". "Yeah, all the time" I shot back at him. Of course la, its my natural hair, sure I walk at home like this also wurt. Dumbfuck.

Another thing disappointed me profoundly. My prefect friend who knows that my hair stands up naturally, couldnt even help defend me. I'm not talking about raising voices and getting pissed. I'm talking about just saying a sentence to agree with my statement. He just stood there like a fucking doll staring at me.

Why are they so scared of Aimotherfuggerza?? Where have their balls gone to. As men, they should help defend fellow members of the same sex where injustice happens.

Returning back to the scene, a Form 1 dude, whos name I have no idea how to spell, had his hair cut by none other than Aimotherfuggerza. He had a mohawk done, a short one in fact, and his hair got cut. I had a sort of mohawk too but don't ask me why mine wasnt cut.

Then he critisized my low pants. Catepussylina showed me where my waist was, not my hips and that pants should be worn on the waistline. I was about to slap her so that she'd stop thinking I was as short as her. Her waist line and my waist line are different. My upper body to lower body ratio differs from other people.

Then Aiza asked me, "Your pants can pull up ah?". Dey, dickhead, of course my pants can pull up la. But if I pull up my pants, I feel uncomfortable la, sohai. You think I wear pants low low cos it looks cool? Its a matter of comfort, not prestige.

One of these days I'm just gonna explode I tell ya. Relax, its just my mood.

Btw, the conversation that took place in the above happened in BM. I translated it to English for Beck. =D

History repeats itself. In a good way.

2006-05-03T19:19:00.000+08:00

There might be a sequel to the drama I did the other day. What's the occasion you may ask? Teacher's Day I expect it to be. The previous one was Star Wars : Light Unto the World. Wonder what the sequel is going to be. You can give suggestions in the comment box. =D

I'm starting to hate me hair. It doesnt stand up like how it used to a year back. This is really depressing. Hmm.... maybe all I gotta do is get a haircut.... But I don't want to. This might sound crazy to you but I plan to keep my hair long after school. Not long as in girly long but long as in long long, if that made any sense to you. Okay, to put things in a simpler way, longer than what's allowed in school.

Now, my hair can't even stand up on its own. It needs gel or wax to really stand. It does look good once you get some gel/wax on it but that's not what I want. Need a cut.

I've got Moral Projects to finish up. Friday's the deadline. Monday's the gateway to Hell.

I seem to be having more fun in Form 5 than Form 4. I know, wtf? Its supposed to be the other way around. Nooooo. Can't control the urge.

Today, I got nagged by Aiza again. After spitting 256879 gallons of saliva on my face, the only message I got out of it was; your pants is too low. Wat a pain in the ass! I can't help it that my pants is low. Actually, I can. Haha but it would require alot of energy, something which I'm very stingy of.

You see, on the day of purchasing my pants, I had a choice between size 34 and size 36. The problem was, I'm a size 35! It would either be too tight (34) or too loose (36). After giving heavy considerations, I figured its better to be too loose than too tight. So I bought the 36 and it was SERIOUSLY loose. Made the pants look baggy and made it look lower on me. Bah.

Today, I laughed. Hard. After hearing an essay I wrote. Ms Veni read it out to the class. I wrote about an imaginary camp in the essay. A camp somewhere in the jungle.

Guess wat? One of the settings was Kuala Lumpur and it was snowing. Another one was in a jungle and civilisation(think tall buildings) surrounded the jungle. A participant of the camp got lost in the jungle and was never to be found again.

I also dissed the locals of the jungle because all they give you is a piece of land for you to shit on. A few people would share the same piece of land to shit on. Then, while you're shitting, the locals would push you and disturb you. I laughed my ass off when I imagined this part!

I'll help you imagine. Imagine this. You're squatting down on a bare piece of land with grass. You're forcing your shit out, when suddenly someone comes up behind you and starts rocking your body and disturbing you in ways I'll leave your imagination to design.

Dunno whether you found that hilarious but it sure was to me. One day, if I ever get the essay back from Ms Veni, I'll transfer it here. But for now, my words will have to suffice.

SmarterChild? haha

2006-05-02T17:54:00.000+08:00

Yes!! I can carry my mum down the stairs!! Not only down the stairs but to the dining table too.. without breaking a sweat! Say what you want, give your lousy excuses but I know what I've accomplished!

I've been so bored that I've actually stooped down to the level of chatting with a computer. A computer that is programmed to give almost relevant answers. My 10 year old cousin, Harvey, introduced the computer to me. One thing nice about chatting with the computer is that, the answers it gives are almost completely relevant to the questions you ask it. Though in some cases, it has a brilliant mind of escaping your questions.

Recently, I pissed it off by saying "You're a fucking asshole." Haha. I couldnt stop laughing when it kept on begging me for an apology. After every single statement, it would ask me to apologise, ignoring my statement/question. Its entertaining for awhile but then it starts to get tiring.

Anyways, back to the real world. I know I'm late on the posting. I went to Sri Kl's sport's day on Saturday. Coincidently, I met up with an old friend, Brenda. She looked different that she did during Form 1. I used to be bullied by her during the times when she was still in SSC. Imagine sitting next to her!

Sadly, I had guitar class to attend to. One which I had been missing for the past 4 weeks. Which means, I couldnt stay until the end of the cheerleading performance! The horror! I couldnt even watch the beginning. The cheerleading performance, the most anticipate event I ,err.., anticipate? in any Sports Day.

According to pictures I saw on Brenda's blog, their cheerleaders had a lot more, erm.. how shall I put it..., skills than the cheerleaders in my school. Now, before you people start stabbing me with knives, I'm not dissing my school's cheerleaders, just making a comparison. =D

Oh and a few days ago, I witnessed a Form 1 boy's pants being pulled down. It wouldnt be as big of a deal as it is now if he hadnt reacted like what he did. Upon realising his pants was down, he went "oh fuck" and quickly stumbled (you know how it is when you pants is at your ankles and you try to run) to the nearest empty classroom. On his way, he tripped over his pants and fell down. Even though he fell down, he didnt take any time to stand up again. Instead, he sort of wriggled into the classroom and attempted to pull his pants up again.

It was entertaining in a way. I was laughing my balls off. He was wearing boxers btw.

Last night, I was lying in my bed, lights were already off. Suddenly, I thought to myself, "I forgot to tell my aunt something". I got out of bed and walked in darkness (I could roughly see cos I was already lying in the dark for quite some time) because I was too lazy to turn on the lights. I walked into my aunt's room and told her what I wanted to tell her.

Then, I walked back to my room. I opened the door. Everything seemed so dark (I've been under the light in my aunt's room). Being the lazy me, I refused to turned on the lights. I slowly, small step by small step, walked towards my bed. I got fed up and started to walk a little faster. Just then, I accidently kicked a plastic chair that was in the middle of the room. My toe felt as though it had broken in half.

As if that wasnt enough, tripping over the chair caused me to knock into the cupboard. Then, my shoulders felt another piercing pain. Luckily, I landed on my bed. My bed just saved me from a bruise on my ass! I will never forget you, bed. I love you, bed. You kept a soft spot for me to lie on.

Stupid chair. Stupid cupboard. One day, I'm gonna break the chair in half, just like what it did to my toe. Can't do that to cupboard. Too strong. Dangit.

Hoorah?

2006-04-28T21:44:00.000+08:00

Well, I guess drama wasnt that bad. Despite a couple of goofs, I think we managed to pull a successful drama off. Since everyone has watched the drama, I'll roughly explain the sketch of the play, though there was no script; everything was unwritten.

Warning! Unless you are interested in the drama or have watched the play in my school before, I suggest you don't bother continuing cos its going to be a looooong story. (roughly 6-8 minutes of acting)

The story revolves around 3 main characters; Superman, Popeye the Sailorman and Darth Vader. There's also Olive (Popeye's wife) and stormtroopers. Olive is married to Popeye but at the same time she is cheating on him with Darth Vader and Superman.

The scene starts with Superman smoking weed. He gets high, I mean VERY HIGH. The moment he sees Olive, he starts doing a serious dance with her. Darth Vader comes in and gets infuriated that Olive cheated on him. He pushes me down to disable me for awhile. Darth Vader then starts chasing her around in circles until finally Olive is stabbed and crumbles to a slow and painful death. Upon seeing Olive's death, Superman jumps up and gets angry and starts chasing Darth Vader, though he can't even walk in a straight line (smoked weed). Darth Vader then uses his force and pushes Superman down.

Popeye comes in and sees Olive on the floor, dead. He is sad. He touches her boobs. Superman gets up and is misunderstood for the killer of Olive. Popeye whacks Superman but to no avail due to Superman's super-human strength. Upon consumption of spinach, Popeye is able to bring Superman to his knees but unfortunately, a low blow (to Popeye's groin) caused Popeye the defeat.

Superman starts looking for Darth Vader and bumps into Darth Vader's bodyguard, the stormtroopers. Superman does the Matrix "how low can you go" slow motion thingamagicabob and dodges the stormtrooper's bullets. Upon finishing bullets, Superman kills the 1st stormtrooper. The 2nd stormtrooper manages to pull Superman's pants down before being killed as well.

Darth Vader emerges. A fight scene is supposed to happen here but due to the forgetfulness of the narrators, the fight scene was impromptly cancelled. A talk scene happens instead. After finding out that Darth Vader killed Olive, Popeye emerges from nowhere and they (Popeye and Superman) starts bashing the living shit out of Darth Vader. A parody of Star Wars is done here; where Darth Vader, tells Superman that he is Superman's father to buy some time. He eventually takes Popeye as hostage.

Superman then tosses a can of spinach to Popeye, giving him enough strength to escape Darth Vader's clutches. They both do Dragonball Z fusion (remember Gotenks and Trunks?) and unleash Super Saiyan form. Darth Vader is finished by double Kame Hame Ha's (another parody of Dragonball Z).

The moral of the story is : Dont take drugs, it kills.

Well overall there were more details that made the story wwaaaaayyy more funnier but I just had to summarise it.

Here's a picture Adi took during the costume preparation.

Thats me being Superman. Paperballs were stuffed inside the underwear to give a more bulging effect. It also caused Superman to look as though he had testicular cancer + tumor.

Im withering..

2006-04-27T21:20:00.000+08:00

I havent been updating.. yes yes, I know. I've been extremely lazy. This week is English week in my school. I entered myself in debate and a drama competition. Heck, its the last year of school; go for everything!

The topic for the debate was : Teenagers today have too much freedom. I was in the opposing team. I have to say, it went better than I expected. I gave it all I had. The results arent out yet; can't be this Monday cause its a public holiday.

Yesterday, during the last session of school, I thought to myself ; why not enter the drama competition? why not give it a try? no harm done, except a loss of RM2 as entry fee. So I signed up for the drama along with my fellow friends. Guess wat? The drama competition's tomorrow.

Being able to create a sketch in one day, rehearse the sketch in one day and perfect the sketch all on the same day is quite impossible. I reached school today and was dreaming about alot of things.. almost everything except the play. I was about to give up on the play, when suddenly encouragements from friends and my conscience told me, ANYTHING'S POSSIBLE!

We went to the hall and started brainstorming for ideas. One person came up with an idea while the others came with their own and we combined them together. It worked! We had a rough sketch of the whole drama already. Now, all we have to do is spontaneously act it out and then a drama is created.

So, spontaneously, we began rehearsing the scenes, trying our best to make the play longer, about 8 minutes. Then, we had a problem, the play was too short. It was only 6 minutes. During lunch, I brainstormed again and came up with a not-so-perfect-but-better-than-nothing idea for the additional scene.

After making adjustments, WALAA! We have a play! Its going to be a parody of alot of movies and unless they watch those movies, I highly doubt they are going to understand the drama tomorrow. Its an extremely stupid drama that will only be enjoyed by minds who understand comedies of pure stupidity, like any of the sequels of Scary Movie.

I'm gonna be wearing an underwear outside my pants 2moro.. wish me luck..

"She's cold and she's cruel but she knows what she's doing. Knows just what to say so my whole day is ruined." - Just The Girl, The Click Five.

Another day in Malacca.

2006-04-16T11:05:00.000+08:00

I headed down to Malacca on Thursday night. Did practically nothing when I reached there. Watch tv only.

Woke up the next day and went swimming after breakfast. Malacca Club. I thought I was going to go swimming for 3 hours but ended up playing badminton for 2 hours. Got trashed by both my uncles, aged 40++. 21-5 on first game. 21-9 on 2nd game. Crap man.

But they have a slower rate of recovery because until now, their back still hurts from badminton. They may have quality but they got no consistency. After badminton, I went swimming for 30 minutes before it rained. Godammit.. it rained....

Bla bla bla.. boring part... That night, we (my cousins and I) had to go to church because everyone was going out for dinner after church. So, no church = no dinner. Church because its Good Friday. The day Jesus died or something like that.

Halfway through the procession at the church, I requested to leave as it was getting kinda boring. My stomach was rumbling like King Kong. I was freaking hungry. After 23 centuries, the procession finally ended and something I half-expected to happen, happened.

The gate of the church, the gate to enter/leave the church, was only half-opened. There were chains binding the top of the gate so that it only opened half-way. A half opened gate isnt enough for several hundred people to leave. People started pushing. Everyone started pushing to get out.

Sebastian and I got sandwiched by alot of people. Good thing our head stuck out from the crowd (it means we're taller than the rest =P). The air down there where everyone else was.. was stuffy and hot and smells like Sebastian's wet socks. Good thing I was having a good day that day. I was patient.

There was this old man who kept on giving a push to my shoulders by putting his hand on my shoulder. I did a circular motion with my shoulders, moving his hand away. This happened several times until he went on to Sebastian's shoulders. Sebastian did the same thing as me and the guy disappeared.

An old round Indian lady was rubbing my ass with her left arm. I quickly dodged my way to another spot where my ass won't be groped by a yong sui person. =P It was hard getting out. But in the end, we got out safely and unharmed. A lot of molestation happened that night. =D

Had dinner. Went home. My cousin's cousin, Kirks, came to pick us up.. to bring us out and do something other than watching tv and playing ps2 for a change. We went to Senyum Super to eat. Then we went to a jamming studio and stayed there for 1 hour making noise on instruments.

Went home and watched Underworld 2. That show is hot man! Kate Beckinsale is da bomb diggity. For those horny pervs, this show is absolutely a must watch! Its also nice because of the storyline. Vampires and Werewolves. Awesome story. Thumbs up I must say.

Next day, woke up early morning and went swimming at Garden City. Got loads of injuries. skip... skip...skip.... Followed Sebastian to his music class where I happily got a free drums lesson. At least I learned something new.

I asked Sebastian what our plans for tonight were. He said "what plans?". Apparently, no one is available to hang out with. Kirksman can't go out. Ee Lian got family dinner or something like that. I decided to go online to kill time. I also found out that Shu Yi can't go out after 10.

Coincidently, Bee San/Bee Bee/San San can! Unfortunately, I ate half of the chocolate I promised her a loooong time ago. The other half got eaten by one of Sebastian's brother. Lucky for me, there was an Easter Egg chocolate in the fridge. After tempting Bee San with chocolate, she finally agreed to go out! Hallelujah!!

I went downstairs and saw my sister holding the last chocolate egg. Nooooooooooooooo! I'm doomed or at least I thought I was. I bargained with my sister and finally retrieved the chocolate egg. Phew. Then Sebastian's cousin, Ben, also wanted the chocolate. But in the end, I still got the chocolate.

Bee Bee arrived and Sebastian handed the chocolate to her. She didn't change much physically nor mentally. Though I could've sworn she got prettier. We went to Amo Te, Ice Heaven. Their main dish is Ice. Ice Kacang without the kacang. Then we had a nice chat and my hair become grass again, thanks to Bee San.

Something I don't understand. Why do some, or should I say most, girls think that they are fat. Clearly, I know what fat is, I've seen what fat is and I know that Bee San is most definitely NOT FAT. Yet, she thinks as though she's fat. Haihz.

Bee San, if you're reading this, you are definitely, clearly, beyond doubt, for real not fat.

If she's fat, then I'm facing serious obesity.

After a pleasant night, Sebastian and I watched the 2nd part of Underworld 2 which we didnt watch the night before.

And now, here I am. Sitting in front of the com. Everyone else has gone out. I'm going to go watch tv or play ps2 now.

Too a loo!

An unexpected bump.

2006-04-11T18:09:00.000+08:00

Last Saturday, I went to pyramid, to relieve some stress (play DotA). Little did I know, there was also a celebration for Kean Way's birthday. And I guessed it right, they were going redbox again.

Haihz. I was in the cafe when suddenly, Guan Lim popped up from nowhere. Skip the boring part. We headed to Pyramid to past time because we were sort of early. I, having the need to buy an earring, headed to Zing, my trusty stud shop.

On the way, I bumped into Han Xian, Jon, Alon and Neal. Or so I think that was their names. We said 'hi' and then split into our separate ways, theirs being the arcade, mine being Zing.

I just arrived at the shop and was browsing through when someone caught my eye. I looked across and saw Mean Girls sitting in Secret Recipe. Eileen, Phoebe, Sarah, WeeLyn and Amy. All dressed to kill. Or so it seemed like that from my angle. In other words, they looked good.

Dumbfounded, I stood there for awhile. Then decided to go say hi, knowing it could be the last thing I ever do on that day. Well, they critisized my hair, which I already saw it coming. I can never seem to do a mohawk due to school restrictions on my hair style. Nevermind, I shall put full attempt into doing a mohawk after finishing my Form 5.

Well, I did thought of sitting down with them and maybe get to know why they are always so mean but the thought of ditching Guan Lim, who at the moment was with me, made me leave. As far as I know, Guan Lim doesnt know anyone of the girls there so it would be unfair for me to stay there. We left and headed to McD.

Then, bumped into another schoolmate, Yoke Kien. Sharon, Yoke Kien, however you like to call her, was with the usual gang, Su Cheng and Su Hui and some other people I can't recognise. Izram was there too, but he also bumped into her accidently. Wow, such a small world!

Yoke Kien was shy, as always. Su Cheng was short, as always. Su Hui was evil, as always. Great, nothing's changed. We talked for awhile then I told her that her classmates were in Secret Recipe. I felt bad for not saying bye after accompanying her to Secret Recipe but well, Kean Way was already at Redbox.

Room 32 of Redbox. I entered. Saw Queenie (wtf?) and some of her friends. I did not expect of this! I didnt pay much attention to Queenie's friends during the beginning. Choe Houk, Hing Yee, Kean Way and Jason was there too. We sang Happy Birthday. We ate cake. We listened to the girls sing for 2 hours. =_= I could've sworn my skin was ripping off its flesh, rotting inch by inch.

Then, the fun part begins. One of the girls was actually HOT!! I didnt notice it until then. She was wearing a semi-transparent sleeveless shirt and a miniskirt. The final detail that attracted me, I will not reveal on this blog as it is too explicit.

Another girl had a voice unlike any that I've heard before, when she sings of course.

Then we went to watch Water Spirit. NOOOO!!! I wanted to watch Ice Age 2 so badly!!! Grr.. Had to settle for Water Spirit..

Stupid movie about ghost made out of water that appeared to be the main character in the end.

That was all. Wish I brought a camera that day!

Sigh.

2006-04-11T17:58:00.000+08:00

About a couple of weeks ago, I had to share a room with my dad because some distant relatives that are not related to me came to visit Malaysia. (They came from England and this is their first visit to Malaysia.)

Now, I really hate sharing a room with another person. Once a while, its alright but permanently, no way man. Of course, once I get married, thats a different case. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

Among the reasons I dislike sharing a room are :-

the person who sleeps first always has to leave the lights on for the remaining person. In this case, I sleep first.
no more walking around in your own room nude.
no more locking the room doors.
both roommates must bear with each other's sleeping "disease" or should I say disorders. e.g.: snoring, grinding teeth, moving about in bed, etc etc etc

Oh well, I did survive in the end. Thank God it was only my father. On to another story.

About a week ago, I was in the car, on the way home from KLCC. A day filled with aquatic animals seemed to have greatly drained my energy as I was exhausted. I received a phone call from what seemed to be a familiar number. Christine. Tired, I stared at the number for awhile. Then answered.

She asked whether I was at home. The first thing that came to my mind was...... She ran away from home and needed a place to hide in for awhile. =D Well, you can ask my subconcious mind the reason for that thought.

Since I was already nearing home, I said 'yeah, i'm at home'.

Turns out she wanted to give an invitation card to her birthday. Phew. The worst of my thoughts didnt come true.

My cousin's visit has greatly increased my affection for my PS2. I stopped playing PS2 since mid 2005, occasionally playing it a day or so just because I had company of friends or relatives. Recently, I have started playing my PS2 again even without company.

I have finally found my long lost affection for my PS2. Yay.

It's been awhile..

2006-03-31T23:42:00.000+08:00

I've lost touch with reality since my cousins from England came to Malaysia. One dude's 12, another dude's 8 or 10 I can't remember and the other dudette is 6 or 8 I can't remember either.

The 12 year old dude is Jacob. 8/10 year old dude is Harvey. 6 or 8 year old dudette is Belle. The girl in my profile picture.

Jacob and Belle havent changed much in appearance but Harvey really gave me a shock. When I first saw him, I thought I was looking at a midget version of Rupert Grint (the guy who plays Ron Weasly in Harry Potter). Last year his hair was barely an inch long. This year, its all over his head.

Another remarkable incident is... I've got a friend whos got a gf in Form 1. I shall not reveal names here. Lets just say this friend of mine is X and his girlfriend is Y. X showed me love letters written by his gf. Well, he practically showed alot of people.

The love letter went something like this :-

My darling X,
I miss you so much... yadda yadda yadda (insert mushy stuffs).... I want to kiss you (insert additional mushy stuffs).... I love you (insert loads of mushy stuffs).... (it continued like this for like one whole page of A4 paper until the end).... Do you think we'll get married? I THINK we will... (and she does the whole 'do you think?' 'i do' 'do you? i will be sad/cry/watever')..
Love, Y

Please note that Y is THIRTEEN, 13, FREAKING YEARS OLD! X is 17 this year.. OMG.. I cracked my lungs reading that..

Then there was a 2nd letter.. much much longer but had the same mushyness inside it...

My darling X,
(insert same mushy stuffs as 1st letter)....

PS:How do you think our babies will look like? I think they will look cute. What do you think?
Love, Y

My eyes opened up as big as Pamela Anderson's boobs and my jaws drop 10 metres into the floor as I finished reading that letter. Then I laughed hysterically.

Yes, its really sweet that the gf's writing him a love letter but the fact that she even mentioned MARRIAGE! She's not even 20 for goat's sake!! Sweet Cinnamons of St. Peter!

Girls these days mature extremely fast. Sometimes even faster than their body can handle.

Okay, going 2 pyramid tomorrow to stick defeat into a fat guy's face. Too a Loo!

I don't know my PC's specs!!!

2006-03-20T00:47:00.000+08:00

I had an extremely filling lunch at TGI Friday's today. Barbecue burger. Humongously humongous, I tell you.

Then I went to Digital One (which is in Subang Parade) to check out the cybercafe there and maybe sniff out a few games to fill up my time.

Cybercafe there only had like 20 PC's. I was concealing laughter when I saw the place. It looked so pathetic but there were still people there. Went to a PC shop and found out about an FM modulator.

Insert a USB thumbdrive into it with songs and you can turn the FM modulator into an MP3 player. Exactly what I was looking for. But it required a power supply like a car's cigarette lighter or radio. Eeeesh. Not what I was looking for.

Then, I went into a store that sells games, PC games, PS2 games, Xbox, the whole deal. Doom 3 caught my eye. So would F.E.A.R. if they didn't label "High Requirements" on the cover. I wasnt sure whether Doom 3 could play on my PC so I enquired.

I asked the shop assistant the PC requirements for Doom 3. The fler hit me with something that sounded like Dutch! Everything came out in a foreign language, unknown to me. Prolly cos I don't understand shit about PC specs. But, one thing I know about my PC, is that it definitely isnt those PCs that can play "High Requirements" games.

Well, I was expecting something a little more understandable. But, o'well. I played along and nodded my head. I ended up not buying the game cos I was afraid it wouldnt play on my PC. Wat a bummer.

I'm think I'm gonna start learning how to speak computer language. Its going to be my target for 2006!

I know a person who knows about these computer terms. Though God knows how he learned all those stuffs. And this person happens to be my cousin!

I gotta remember to drag him along to a gaming store next time I see him. Heh.

Gotta sleep, ciaouz.

WAT THE FUCK?! INJUSTICE, I SAY!

2006-03-15T18:30:00.000+08:00

Check this story out.. This shows the mind of Malaysian government.

This girl scored took 16 subjects and scored 15 1A's and 1 2A in her SPM. She lives in Perak btw. Compare that result with the top 5 listed Perak students of the same batch as her ;

The five from Perak were two students who obtained 13 1As, while the three others obtained 12 1As, 11 1As and 10 1As.

Can you believe it?

The Taiping-born lass was not even named among the 115 students in Perak who excelled in the examinations.

OMG!! Does the government really prioritise straight A's rather than amount of A's. In that case, I'd rather drop all the elective subjects and just sit for the core subjects. Then, I'll have less subjects to concentrate on and most probably score straight A's!

5 A's = straight A in that case. Then I'll be listed among students who scored straight A's. How fucking wonderful eh?

English for Science and Technology just screwed up that girl's life.

Her name is also not on the list of five scholars from Perak to be feted by the Education Ministry in a ceremony for top-performing SPM students in Kuala Lumpur on Monday.

Can't even get recognition from the Education Ministry with 15 1A's?? OmFg!!

And this is why you should never study for the sake of Malaysia. Study for the sake of other countries! Lol!

Nobody steals my 20 cents.

2006-03-12T00:04:00.000+08:00

Thursday was such a nice day. Justin asked to borrow 20 cents from me. So I gave a hard push against the coin and it glided across the table, right pass Justin and landed a few metres away into the distance.

I got up to retrieve my 20 cents but couldnt see anything on the floor that looked like a 20 cent coin. I kept turning my head round and round staring at the floor, hoping to see a shining circular object. Justin got up too and approached me then started helping me find my coin.

Suddenly, I saw this boy come up to me and say :-
"Is this what you're looking for?" While holding up a 20 cent coin in his right hand.

"Yeah. Thanks." I said with gratitude.

"Nah, I'm just joking. I found it in my wallet." The little bastard said with a grin on his face.

Tiuniahai!!! That bastard dare lie to me!!! Such an obvious lie somemore!!

Niama....... I cursed as I watched the boy prancing into the distance, then disappearing into the fog.

The boy was only 13 years old. He was short. VERY SHORT. His face was fucking ugly. His mouth potruded out like a beak. His hair was un-combed and un-managed. He wore ugly specs that told outsiders "Hi, I'm a fucking bookworm. I like to read books on gays. Thats where I learn how to get boyfriends."

I went back to the table and sat down and thought about what had just happened. After giving it some consideration, I thought "Hei, I have my rights to get back my coin!".

"Fucker, I am going to find that piece of shit and get my coin back!" I said out loud.

I stood up and started marching towards the benches outside the canteen where I was expecting to find him lip-locking a guy. Justin joined me. Well, sort of. He was actually blocking me. Telling me to let it go and some shits like that. I was walking at a fast pace, Justin was putting his hand in front of me, slowing me down from my search.

Unfortunately, I couldnt find the little rascal. A few moments later, Justin thought with his puny brain. After 2 lifetimes, Justin finally realised that the boy was in the wrong. So he joined me to search for the gay-asshole.

We searched until schoolbell rang. Then, we saw him walking towards the foyer, where we would all gather for assembly. Justin and I crept up behind him on each sides.

He looked behind and saw both of us. His eyes opened wide. His mouth said "Oh, Shit!" He then made a run for the foyer.

I was too lazy to chase him. So was Justin, so we let him go. We sought help from a prefect to retrieve my coin and the prefect agreed to help us. I must include his name in here for credits purposes :- Yong Tak Li.

After assembly, justin, me and tak li headed to the guy's class. We caught him alone there. A few girls came to see what business we had in a Form 1's class.

Suprisingly, he gave up the coin easily. Without a single hassle. He was prolly afraid of the prefect, my stern face and justin's err.. nah he can't be afraid of justin. =P

Hallelujah! I got my coin back!! My precious 20 cents coin. The girls who saw what happened, laughed and went to their class to spread the story. =_=

I kept the 20 cents coin. Justin didnt seem to need it.

I went redbox today (Saturday). Lots of hot chicks man!! Yeah! I sang too! Karaoke, baby!!

Court of Law

2006-03-07T20:00:00.000+08:00

We find the defendant...........................................NOT GUILTY. Free of all charges.

Thats right! No dimerits, no disciplinary action to be taken on us! *this is regarding the incident that happened on the 3rd of March.*

Btw, beck just laughed at males for having erectile dysfunction! Well, I would too if I wasnt a male. LOL~!

End of post. Hee!

Unproductive day.

2006-03-05T15:47:00.000+08:00

OMG, I can't believe I just had an unproductive weekend and its still going on. I did nothing. Literally nothing!

Well, since I was doing nothing. I spent my free time looking at the terrapin beside me (beside the com). The damn thing can sleep in the most awkward positions man! I managed to capture a picture of it sleeping in a very funny position.

This is a side view of it sleeping. As u can see, the only thing supporting it is paper-thin plastic plants.
Here's another angle. Also side view. That thing drooping down is its head! Amazing!

Top view. There! Its head! Its sleeping!

Of course, this isnt the most awkward position I've seen it sleep in but its the most awkward position I've captured on cam that its slept in.

Oh, happy unproductive day!

My unlucky day... My friday the 13th..

2006-03-03T21:03:00.000+08:00

Today, I woke up having a bad feeling in my guts. Something was telling me that today just aint right.

First of all, I nearly missed the bus due to my lack of awareness of the importance of time during breakfast. So close.. lucky I snapped just in time.

In the bus, everything was normal. Nothing out of the ordinary, until we (me, justin, brandon, matthew, hariz and alex) reached school. I heard a shout from the front saying "Kindergarden and junior students please leave the bus. All seniors stay in."

The first expression I had on my face at that instance was "O My Fucking Gawd".

"We're fucked," I said.

We all tried to calm down. Mr. Lopez, one of the most garang* transportation manager you'll ever meet, stepped onto the bus. Cikgu Aiza, oh you know him all too well, he's the discipline teacher, remember? Anyways, Cikgu Aiza and Mr. Ng Yee Hing (I'm not sure wat position he holds in the school but I know its higher than a principle, something to do with the school's company) came onto the bus too.

I smelled trouble and trouble had a knack for finding me.

"Yesterday, who played with the emergency door of the bus?" - shouted Mr Lopez.
Silence followed his words.
"WHO?!" - shouted Mr Lopez, this time, significantly louder.
"Actually the door opened by itself. It was slightly ajar. Then the bus shook somemore and the door flew open" - I said with full confidence.
"Don't give me all these stories and all. Now tell me who played with the emergency door of the bus, WHEN IT WAS MOVING SOMEMORE!" - Mr Lopez.

WAT THE FUCK?! DIDNT I JUST STATE MY POINT? ITS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME, YOU DOUCHE-BAG!

But of course, saying that statement would've costed me my reputation. I was not about to get expelled from school for cursing at a School Staff.

Anyways, I kept my mouth shut. That's when Aiza took charge. The misshapen bastard started talking cock and bull stories. We all just nodded as if we understood and absorbed what he said. The only part we understood him was when he said :-

"Now you all go and see Ms Pee in her office."

Ms Pee is the senior principal of the school. She's a nice lady. I don't have anything bad to say about her. She's just straight-kind. In Ms Pee's office, we tried explaining our side of the story to her but was rudely interrupted by the dickhead, Aiza.

He was just cutting our explanation halfway saying he refuses to listen to our stories. Wat The Fuck?! Again, I felt like slapping his dickface. I've never felt more hatred for a teacher before.

We were forced to sign dimerit forms. We, well actually only me, justin and brandon, were not satisfied about this. We swore vengeance. We swore that this wasnt going to be the last time Ms Pee sees our face today.

Later during the day, me, justin and brandon went to see Ms. Pee. We were told she was having an extremely important meeting involving alot of managers and CEO's. Wow! It took about 2 hours. We asked to see her when the meeting finished and we did.

Ms. Pee asked us to enter the conference room once everyone had left. COol! Entering a room where managers and CEO's and other 5 digit salary earners were.

We made our point, we lay down the facts, we set the record straight. Ms Pee seems to have believed us. Mr Ng was there too. He said "Don't feed on the benefit of a doubt." Which made so much sense to me..

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Anyways, later during the day, I was standing about 7 - 8 foot above another landing. Then I tried landing on the landing, which is stairs. My leg got caught on the wall due to miscalculations and I ended up rolling about 360 degrees before falling onto my side.

When I was spinning, I said "Oh Fuck!". I landed hard on my side on stairs! Steps! A non-straight surface! I wriggled around for quite some time. I looked up at the place where I dropped. I saw alot of faces.

Pain surged through my ribs. I was having difficulty breathing. I felt like my legs were broken. Justin came and slapped my head softly laughing at me. If I was in good shape, I would've kicked his ass upside down. Well, I stayed there, lying on the floor, for quite some time, holding my left leg and left ribs, the most painful part at that time.

Suddenly, I heard Aiza's voice from where I dropped from. This isnt good. He's going to start singing to me. I mustered up my remaining strength and picked myself up. I then limped down the stairs and headed to a nearby bench where I sat down and rested for quite some time.

For the rest of the day, I was practically limping my way around. The whole of my left side hurts. 4 main parts that hurt alot. Below my left butt cheek, my left upper arm, my left leg shins and my right leg shins. All bruised.

Haihz, guess I'll just have to bear the pain. Can't sleep on my left tonight.. =/

Petrol price hike AGAIN?!

2006-03-01T19:40:00.000+08:00

Now, even though I don't drive a car nor know what Light Petroleum Gas is, I'm pretty pissed off at the fact that the petrol price has increased by 30 cents yesterday!!

Though my knowledge is limited, I still know that 30 cents is ALOT!!

I quote from NST front page if I'm not mistaken :-

"Prime Minister Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi today defended the hike, saying that the estimated RM4.4 billion savings this year from fuel subsidy reduction would be used to improve the public transportation system."

Oh.. Fuck you and all your bullshit crap! Though I don't know whether this is true or not, my durian senses are tingling all over signalling that this is TOTAL BULLSHIT!

According to Badawi, the petrol price hike was to encourage citizens to take public transportations. O-M-G.. now for me, this wouldnt make a difference since I often use public transportations.

But think about the weak and fragile young 18-year olds who fear being kidnapped and raped to death by a taxi driver. Think about the molestation that often happens in a bus. Think about the pick-pocketing that happens in a LRT.

Public transportations are safe only to certain people. What about the rest? Petrol price has been increased by 30 cents! 3 times more than the last petrol price hike (July last year).

And I quote another stupid subject raised by the government..

"Although the Government is raising the price of petroleum products, diesel and LPG, the price of petrol and diesel in Malaysia is still cheaper than in other Asean countries except Brunei.”

Like DUH~! Other countries have lower costs of living!! (I forgot where I read that but its true)

"The price of teh ais and mamak mee goreng are expected to increase by 20 cents and 50 cents respectively."

Tiuniahai ah!! My mamak mee goreng!!! THE HORROR!!! My teh ais!!! ITS A NIGHTMARE!!!

Well, I wouldnt be suprised if the price of EVERYTHING increases. The petrol price hike is going to give a price hike to alot of things other than food, I'm afraid.

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Another dumbshit Government act.

MAS.

Where do I begin?

2005 : MAS lost RM1.3 BILLION! *note the word billion*
2006 : Projected loss of RM620 MILLION! *thats a big number!*
2007 : Projected profit of RM50 MILLION. *=.= come on! after all those loss you only come up with a profit of 50m?*
2008 : Record profit of RM500m!

I can't help but say, MAS is so stupid. First of all, how would they even know that they would be able to reach that amount of profit by 2008, the unexpected may always happen. No amount of calculations can predict the future with 100% reliability.

Second of all, you lose 620 million but 2 years later, you gain 500m. See my point?

Bye bye MAS.

Smokers.

2006-02-25T23:55:00.000+08:00

Omg! I went to cc for roughly 12 hours today!! It was pure torture and fun at the same time. I beat the fat fuck, Faris, in DotA. Then he came up with all his excuses again.. as usual. But thats not the real topic.

Most people I know who DO NOT smoke, hate smokers. They just totally despise them. Its like, to them, smokers are worst than nagging mothers. Now, by starting this topic, I know it sounds like I'm about to start smoking. But no, I'm not.

Now, these are just my opinions, so you don't have to start bombarding me with critisms. Smoking is an act of releasing stress. Sometimes, people purposely smoke so they can get accepted into their group of friends even though they don't like smoking. Now, thats just plain stupid.

If you can mix with a bunch of friends who smoke and don't smoke, you have got a strong willpower. Take my 17 year old cousin for example. He has gone through tough times, which I expect, caused him to start smoking. He's still my cousin. I still treat him as my cousin. I have nothing against smokers.

But I do hate people who go overboard. For example, inconsiderate bastards who drop ashes on clothings/shoes/belongings of another person whom they do not know. Now, this has never happened to me before but I've been told it happens.

Kids are usually the victims since they are so short. =P. Sometimes smokers stick their cigarette holding hand out and it accidently burns a passerby and they don't even bother to apologise. It just ticks me off.

Ah, I have just found this topic completely pointless. Heh. Sorry for wasting your precious time. But since I've typed this far, I might as well end it.

Damn I hate Aiza. Oh, I forgot who doesnt?

2006-02-24T20:47:00.000+08:00

I can't remember anything significant happening during school. Well, there is an incident.

The school bell rang, it was a signal to the students that they were dismissed from school. I put my bag into the "ice-skating" bus because it goes to Sunway Pyramid, my destination. I then go down to retrieve my handphone which I store in the school office for safekeeping.

When I reached the office, the first thing the guy at the counter said to me was "Handphone? Aiza took oledi."

My immediate reaction was WAT THE FUCK?!

Aiza is the discipline teacher for my school. Theoretically, its not against the school laws to bring your handphone and keep it in the office.

My insides were burning like open fire in a forest. I stomped out of the office, bumped into a fellow guy who also seemed to have his phone confiscated. He told me. He then joined my army.

So both of us were walking towards the building that Aiza was last seen. We bumped into another guy, who also seemed to has had his phone confiscated. He joined our army.

We marched up the stairs. To the staff room. We saw Aiza there, attending to a parent. I stared at him through the glass door of the room with a stare that would've killed him if he didnt have any balls. He soon realised that this was urgent matter.

Its not like him to stop attending to a parent and attend a student instead. However, he did attend to us while putting the parent on hold.

"Yes?" he said
"Handphone yang saya letak kat office. Mana?" I said, in a raised voice. The bus was bound to leave anytime now and I havent gotten my handphone yet!
"Oh.. U letak kat office buat apa? Kan sekolah dah cakap handphone tidak dibenarkan sama sekali di dalam compound sekolah" he said
"Saya dah letak handphone saya dalam office setiap hari saya datang ke sekolah dan sekarang aje baru cikgu mau confiscate?" I shouted.... So much for my army =.=
"Aiyah, itu micheal pekerja baru, dia tak tau la.. U orang buli him.." He said

I really felt like slapping his yong sui face at that moment.

At that moment, Justin was marching up the stairs. He had a pissed look on his face. Immediately, I could guess he was having the same trouble as us.

"Cikgu, mana saya punya handphone?" justin demanded.

Ah this is getting boring. I'm going to summarize it for beck. In other words, Aiza, was being such a fucked up person. Just because he has nothing better to do, he has to stick his fugly misshapen nose into the office's business and decides to confiscate student's handphone for the fun of it.

He did return the handphones in the end, walking ever so slowly to the place they kept the handphones. I swore, I would've grabbed his balls and turned my hand 360 degrees if he walked any slower. There I was walking, the bus already halfway leaving, and he can still walk like a fucking tortoise carrying a 10 ton load on his back.

I returned to the place where buses parked. The bus I was supposed to be on is gone. So is my schoolbag.

"OMFG! Wtf am I going to do now?" were my exact thoughts at the moment. Lucky for me, Mr Lopez, the transportation manager saved my ass. He called for the bus I missed to stop and arranged for another van to drop me off at that spot.

In the end, everything went well. Aiza just had to pissed me off. I would've had a nice day if it wasnt for that cock-sucking bastard.

WTF IS THIS?!?!

2006-02-20T22:00:00.000+08:00

I'm about to touch dangerous waters here. So, before you read on, be warned that this is an extremely religious posts. I wish to apologise beforehand if I have offended you or your religion in any way, its not my intentions.

This is vital information for those of you who are planning on converting your religion to ISLAM : read on. I got this info from a very reliable source so don't question it.

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This is a document issued by the Malaysian Bishops advising the faithful
about the implications of converting to Islam.
(Published on 14th August 2005 in the local Catholic newspaper)

Dear Sisters and Brothers in the Lord,

If you convert to Islam, there are important changes in your legal status
and what you can and cannot do. Your conversion to Islam will be
registered with the Religious Department and the National Registration
Department, both of which are computerised so access to this information is
available throughout the country.

Under Syariah enactments of most of the 13 States of Malaysia;

1) Conversion back to your former religion is either (a) not allowed under
the law, or (b) a criminal offence which means that you may be fined,
detained or imprisoned under most State Islamic laws.

2) If you are under 18 years of age, you require your parents' permission
to convert to Islam.

3) Your identity card will record your conversion to Islam. Therefore, even
if you are no longer practising Islam, you may be fined, whipped, detained
or imprisoned for violation of Syariah laws, such as praying in Church,
eating in public during fasting month, khalwat, etc.

4) You cannot marry a non-Muslim. If you decide to divorce and attempt to
convert out of Islam, you will lose custody of your children because they
are Muslims.

5) Upon death, your non-Muslim relatives will lose their rights to your
property, money, etc, that you want to leave to them. The corpse of a
convert to Islam will be taken away from his or her non-Muslim family for
Islamic rites and burial even if you have not been a practising Muslim for
many years.

6) In the event that your spouse converts to Islam, you may have no right
to either children or your spouse's property.

We know that certain Christians who convert to Islam for whatever reasons,
are not aware of or do not consider seriously the implications of such
conversion. Hence, the need to inform you. By this, we are neither against
Islam nor the freedom of religion, which is guaranteed for all Malaysians
in Article 11 of our Constitution which gives right to an individual to
choose freely his or her religion. But to choose correctly, you need to
know clearly what you choose and the consequences of your choice.

Archbishop Murphy Pakiam, Archbishop of Kuala Lumpur
Bishop Anthony Selvanayagam, Bishop of Penang
Bishop Paul Tan, Bishop of Malacca-Johor

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Question 1.
Article 11 of the Constitution states an individual has the right to choose
freely his or her religion. How is it the spirit of this article is not
extended to Muslims?

Question 2.
How come man has to use man-made laws to enforce G/god's laws to punish the
so-called deviants or apostates. If G/god's laws are so omnipotent then
let them take their G/godly course, without human interference. Let those
deviants or apostates answer to G/god directly.

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I am appalled by these implications. Question 2 hit me right in the face. Why do we punish those who defy their religions? Why not let God do His bidding? If He doesn't, then who are we to punish the deviants if God Himself doesn't do it? There are a lot more things that I would like to argue about but I'm afraid some people might take it offensively. So I shall stop here.

Once again, I apologise if I have offended any of you or your religions. I did not mean to do so. If you are to comment, please give reasonable comments. Btw, I am a semi-Atheist. I have a mixture of religions but most of the times, I'm a free thinker. Just because I'm an Atheist doesn't mean you have to go criticize other people's religion in my blog.

I have respects for other religions so please do not post unreasonable comments.

Uptight prefects. Fucked up dogs.

2006-02-17T23:05:00.000+08:00

Damn I hate those kind of prefects who follow school rules to the max. Those kind who will call you up for stage for doing even the slightest wrong-doing. They, in my school, are called dogs.

One of the dogs are Alex. Actually he is the worst of the dogs. NOT EVEN A SINGLE PERSON I AM CLOSE WITH LIKES THE GUY. He is a real dog. His girlfriend is the most hated girl in school. Wow, what a nice combination. Together, they are the most hated couple.

Today, Brandon, a prefect who always "tutup sebelah mata", poured water on Alex's head from 2 floors above Alex for the fun of it. It wasnt a lot of water, just a handful. Brandon is a real joker. =D Alex, being the asshole dog that he is, complains it to the nearest teacher he finds. In this case, its the academic supervisor, Mr Selvam. Mr Selvam then fucks Brandon up. Threatening to fire Brandon as a prefect and bla bla bla.

Brandon gets pissed. Reports it to me and Justin. Justin and I gets pissed. We start gathering people who are in the same bus as us to go and confront Alex. In the bus, we were all waiting for the signal to move in on Alex. The energy that was surging through my body when I was waiting for the signal, totally electrifying!

When we finally received the signal, we closed in on Alex. 4 people, Me, Justin, Jern Yu and Brandon, surrounded Alex. The plan was to not get involved physical contact as we could be in serious trouble for that. We then asked him about the incident.

"Such small thing also you want to go look for teacher" - Brandon
"I was just following protocol. Whenever someone does something like that, it is only protocol to report to teacher." - Alex
Protocol? Fuck protocol, I say! Who in the red fuck follows protocol nowadays? Protocol is fucking outdated. Those were my thoughts but I didn't voice them out as I didn't want to lose my head just yet. The conversation then continues until a point..

"I don't like anyone doing anything to my head. 2 or 3 years ago already got another person whom I reported to the teacher, kena the same like you." - Alex
Wadafak? Does this mean you havent changed one bit since 2 or 3 years ago? Hasnt your maturity started to kick in yet? Hasn't hair grown around your pubic area? Haven you received your growth spurt yet? Haven't your spirit of sportsmanship started to kick in yet? Too bad Jern Yu and Justin already said those stuffs before I could say them. They didn't say exactly as my words though.

Brandon was relatively quiet throughout the whole thing. That bastard. I was actually waiting for him to say something so I can back him up.

After the whole confrontation thing was over, the 4 of us returned to our posts. When Alex went home, Haris, a guy who was sitting in the same row as Alex, said that Alex nearly cried when the 4 of us left. ROFLMFAO!!! Mission was a success. I have already devised a better plan to get back. >)

Under-18 Football and Basketball match.

2006-02-17T22:36:00.000+08:00

This post might get a little boring, okay maybe alot boring, if you're not in the same school as me. Reason is because this post is going to be about the inter-house matches.

First of, I'll start with the under-18 football tournament between red, blue and yellow. These are the final score.

Red - Blue : 0 - 0 (i was playing =P)
Blue - Yellow : 1 - 0 (i wasnt playing)
Red - Yellow : 0 - 0

As you can see, we (blue house) won because we were the only team who actually scored a goal. Amazing huh? =D

Then, under-18 basketball tournament. One of the most ganas basketball match I've witnessed. They were virtually killing each other, by each other I actually meant their opponents only, in the court. Even one of blue house's player's broke his arm(kim sin). YES! HE ACTUALLY BROKE HIS ARM! The killing especially happened in the rematch between blue and yellow. These were the results before the rematch.

Blue vs Red : blue won
Blue vs Yellow : draw
Yellow vs Red : Most probably yellow

So due to the draw between blue and yellow, there was a rematch held the next day. Blue house consists of above average players. It was a 5 on 5 match. All 5 of blue house's players are above average in basketball. Yellow, on the other hand, had 1 extremely-super-duper-fuckingly-chun player, 3 above average players and 1 below average player.

SERIOUSLY, this uber chun guy (from henceforth, his name shall be CH) is like super geng at basketball. 4 blue players who were shadowing him couldnt stop him from scoring. Almost the whole blue team was marking him, leaving the rest 4 players of yellow house unmarked. They werent a threat to blue.

At one point of the match, when CH wanted to do a lay-up, 2 blue players punched him in the face or more of a knock with the hand while 2 more blue house players slammed right into his sides! OUCH!! No serious injuries though. Ariff, the main teacher in charge for yellow house, got pissed. So did Han Xian, yellow house captain. Han Xian literally lost his head in the court.

But I don't think the blue players did it on purpose. They couldn't have. CH is their good friend. They're like good buddies. CH didn't take it personally, he was laughing actually. Farney man! Anyways, blue won the match leading us to victory in the under-18 basketball tournament.

Blue might stand a chance in winning on Sports Day. We'll just have to see.

Valentine's Day.

2006-02-15T18:55:00.000+08:00

This day didn't lived up to its expectations, in my case though. There were two drastic parts of the day, the happy part and the profoundly sad part.

First, I'll say the happy part. Yesterday, Valentine's Day, there was an inter-house football tournament. There were 3 houses involved in the tournament, red, blue and yellow. I'm only going to be speaking of under 18, and not under 15. Blue and yellow already fought and blue won 1-0. Now, its going to be blue vs red.

I was the goalkeeper for the blue house. The goalie is ONE of the most kan-cheong position in the team. The reason is because if the opposing team scores, all fingers will be pointing at you for letting the ball in. Anyways, that match was a draw. Blue and red, 0-0. Red's goalkeeper NEVER had the chance to even touch the ball.

I managed to save some shots. Oh, I'm so proud of myself. *gives own self a pat on the back* So was everyone else. Someone even told his fren "Aku ingatkan julian tak terror keeper. Mana tau!" Bah. Underestimate me, will ya? Yeah, I enjoy bragging! This is my blog, screw what you think!

Now comes the sad part.

I went to see my dear after school. We then exchanged valentine's gift.

I got her a rose quartz bracelet. She got me cologne.

I loved the cologne, even though I've only used cologne twice in my entire life. She hated the bracelet.

I could see from the moment she opened my gift that she didn't like it. Then she said that she didn't like it and my worst nightmare came true. Such mortifying news.

My heart immediately weighed a ton and free-falled right down to my toes, shattering into a million pieces.

The pain, the agony, the aggravation, the bitterness, the anguish, the matrydom! My heart was broken, on Valentine's Day.

After I went through 10 zillion-mamamiallion-billion of painful feelings, she asked me to take it back and buy her another one, that she likes. At that moment, I went through those feelings again, amplified tremendously.

It was like adding salt, squezzing lime and freshly squezzed orange juice to an open wound. Vastly great amount of pain. Though in the end, she did take the gift.

Sorry for not being a rich bastard who can buy his girlfriend a RM1500 necklace.

Cost of Valentine card : rm30+
Cost of Crystal bracelet : rm 139, rm 115 after discount, rm 110 after bargain
Cost of hearing her respond after receiving the gift : My heart.

Put aside the incident. Its all alright now. Everything is said and done. She apologised, I forgived her. I still love her.

And to recent events. Tomorrow I shall be going to matsushita sports stadium for sports rehearsal. I'm also involved in telematch. =.= I don't even want to describe the telematch. Brrr~!

I am so freaking sleepy and tired. I think I'm going to get an early sleep today. =D toodles. I'm gonna try and beg my parents and my godmother for some cash so I can take my dear out for lunch.

Woushie Woush.

2006-02-12T21:14:00.000+08:00

My cousin from US. His last day in Malaysia was on Friday, 10th. So I decided to spend some time with him. Bah. He should've thanked me. I sacrificed seeing my dear for him. Zzz.

After school, I immediate called up the taxi company to arrange for a taxi to be brought to my house so I can go see my cousin, who is currently in Pyramid. After calling, I went to take a shower =P. Yah, someone said I was lucky cos the taxi didnt come while I was in the shower. My confidence was overwhelming. I was so sure that the taxi would take a longer time to come than me taking my shower.

When I reached my destination, my cousin said he was in PX. Bah. O'Well. I walked to PX. When I reached PX, this guy (extremely fat and ugly looking =P), my friend, challenged me to DotA. He's a really really lan si kind of guy. Kiasu I call him. He sucks at DotA but still claims he's good. When he loses, he'll give all kinds of bullshit excuses.

I fought a 1 on 1 match with him. Won the match straight and got a score of 10-1. Then, I was prepared for his excuses. He shot plenty of excuses at me. Stupid noob. Not to worry, I'll get him on monday.

Then we (my cousin and I) continued DotA until 8pm. Ate dinner at mamak. DotA again until 12 a.m. Then we went to 7-11 to grab a big bottle of Vanilla Coke. Yum~! Then, we went to buy burgers, Ramli burgers. They're waaaay better than McDonalds. If only they had a franchise.

Becky Wecky just got a boyfriend. Woo. Good for her. =P I just gotta see her boyfriend. Haha.

My best wasnt enough... okay, maybe not my best..

2006-02-12T19:38:00.000+08:00

My school's jogathon a.k.a. merentas desa a.k.a. cross country (how can it be cross country when its not even 1/999999999999999 of the country?) was last week. After 4 years of attending the school's jogathon, I never gave it my best before. Simply because I didnt see the reason to. I never had the passion for my house. Until 2006.

For some very weird and unexplainable reason, I had the passion this year. Maybe cos its my last year in the school. O'well. I ran like shit and pushed myself past the limit of my body. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. You don't like exaggeration? Then you're on the wrong site.

Runners of jogathon who completed the course in less than 14 minutes will get 2 points while the rest only get 1. Even if I did run like shit, I still seriously doubt I would've gotten 2 points. Heck, even Justin got 1 point only! I was super duper exhausted at the end of the course.

There was a point during the course when I just felt like lying down on the road and reminisced on what has happened during the 16 years of my life (though i can barely remember anything that happened in my life up to 6 years ago) but a fire kept on burning inside me that kept me running.

The fire got extinguished when I reached school. It wasnt immediate though. When the fire was completely out, I lay on the floor, breathing heavily, disappointed that I didn't get 2 points.

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When one buys one's lover a valentine's gift, one is always attacked by a question, one particular question, that will always haunt one's thoughts until one presents the gift. The question with one of the most suspense of all, "Will one's lover like the gift?". The killer.

Where's the difference?

2006-02-05T16:04:00.000+08:00

I just went for a haircut today, at Carrefour. The shop name was Cut N Go. Must've been a leech off from Touch N Go. Rm15 for a professional cut, they claim. The clarity of that statement is yet to be proven.

Since my hair keeps getting screwed up whenever I explain my desired style to the barber in English, I had my mum translate it to Chinese for me. The barber looked good. So I assume he was a better barber than all the other previous ones. He started by shaving the sides of my head. I could see that he was putting much concentration into doing so. But as soon as customers came, his attention went to the other customers but only for a moment.

I'm still not pissed. Then when he moved to the top of my head, he started using this unusual method to cut my hair. A method that I can't remember seeing anywhere. According to the barber, this was to make my hair less bushy so that it looks better when spiked.

When he was done, I couldnt see the outcome very well as I wasnt wearing my specs. After he applied styling gel to my hair, he told me I can put my specs back on now. I had to admit, it looked good, in gel.

Before I left, the barber told me "You gotta put gel then only it will look nice."

Bah, back to the gelling days. I hate relying on gel to make my hair look good. Zzzzz. Looks like I'll have no choice. And yes, my hair MUST look good. =D

Yes! I finally have hair to overpower men in the washroom. You see, in my school's washroom, you can see boys, lining up to do their hair in the mirror. I used to have no hair to style at all, making me the underdog in the washroom. All that's gonna change now!! Muahahahaha!!

But I'm still not sure I can recreate the same style the barber used on me. Darn-mother-toooot!! Pfffft.

Fearless... Non-Ori Jet Li movie

2006-02-05T00:58:00.000+08:00

Fearless, the so-called Jet Li's last martial arts movie. Went to see it in cinema 2 days ago. Just to clear things up, it's actually Jet Li's last "kung fu" film (long pony hair, half bald head and olden chinese days).

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! Jet Li's last martial arts movie doesnt even use Jet Li's original voice. I was pretty bummed by that fact. It really sounded so fake. Even if you're gonna use someone's else's voice to do Jet Li's, at least use someone who sounds like him! The guy they used had a waaaay deeper voice than Jet Li, making it sound so fake.

Well, lucky I had my dear to keep me from falling asleep. Can hear almost the whole cinema chatting. Well, that was only for a moment.

Before the movie, we (my dear, me, justin and michelle) saw a couple. This particular couple caught my eye amongst the flock of people gathering in their group. This couple was also standing among a group of people.

The couple....... were LESBIANS!! Well, lesbians are rare. But super-duper-mamamia-young lesbians are even rarer! Based on my estimation, they were like 12 - 14 years old! Even 14 years might be a little too old for them. At first, I thought one of them was a guy. So I was like, "Okay, wat a cute and young couple."

Tiba-tiba (beck : that means suddenly) only I walked pass them and saw that the person whom I thought was a guy, HAD BOOBS!!! Small boobs, if I may add. One of the smallest boobs I've ever seen. She had short mushroom-like hair. Shit, I won't go into detail, just in case this particular person happens to come across my blog.

I dunno why, my eye kept on moving to them. Hahah. Its like, such a striking couple. They were hugging and touching and doing stuffs that only 15 year olds like me are allowed to do. =P

Hmm..

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Valentine's Day.

Its coming soon. I actually wanted to send a singing telegram to my darling but I have not a single clue where to find people who actually do this for a living.
(FYI : A singing telegram is a bunch of people/individual who go to a person's house and sings outside the house for the person. You gotta pay them of course.)

Even beck agreed with me that its damned near impossible. Got that crossed out of my list.

I'll leave the thinking to another time. Right now I need some beauty sleep.

Melacca, the city of mosquitoes.

2006-02-02T04:15:00.000+08:00

During the trip to melacca, we (my family and I) got caught in a traffic jam. Seremban traffic jam. Terrible, I tell you.

Nothing interesting happened when I reached. At night, we (my family and my uncle's family) went to my dad & uncle's ex-classmate's house. When we reached, we were asked what drinks we wanted. I half-jokingly asked for a Martini, expecting a Shandy to appear.

Tiba-tiba, she (wife of my dad's ex-classmate) served Martini to me and my eldest cousin. The other 3 children were too young to drink. I couldnt catch the brand of the martini but it tasted GOOD! Wow, I'm starting to like that house.

The next day, we visited my aunty's (my dad's sister-in-law) house. We were served ham + cucumber (a dish served where a small cut-up ham is put on top of a slice of cucumber). The 5 of us (me, my cousins (3), my sister) walloped the whole plate in less than 5 minutes. The host immediately refilled the gigantic plate.

Again, we walloped it like barbarians. I think we had like 7 plates of ham + cucumber. It was superb!

At night, Sebastian and I decided to take a slice of chilli and stuff it into our mouths since my mum said it was really hot. For the first 1.7568235093214 seconds, it didn't feel so spicy. Then, the burning sensation just appeared out of nowhere and stung my tongue. It was freaking hot!! My whole body was surging with energy.

I felt so energetic till I was practically pulling my hair out. I could see sebastian having slightly same side effects as me. Then I started sweating, popping ice into my mouth and jumping around. After an eternity, I calmned down. Yeah, it was tortorous but it was the kind of torture that was good for the soul. It was the fun type of torture. The type of syok pain that you get.

The following day, we went to Mahkota Parade. Me and Sebastian (my cousin) were walking with his dad and his 2 brothers. Suddenly, unexpectedly, we (sebastian and I) bumped into 2 girls, Ee Lian and Shu Yi. Such a coincident. Havent seen them in over a year.

I proudly say that they're older than us. Lets just put it this way, they can drive. We talked while walking. Talked about stuffs that wouldnt be appropriate to put on this blog. Shu Yi seems to look taller than the last time I saw her. Wow. But she still looks blur as ever. =D

Then we said goodbyes and sebastian and I headed another direction while they just stood there. Suddenly, we bumped into them again. Then had a short chat, then said goodbyes. A few minutes later, we met them again! It really is a small world. We said our goodbyes again and never met again.

In the afternoon, we went swimming. We played so much in the pool and outside the pool that the guard came to us. He said all these in Mandarin.
"Please don't play in the pool or outside the pool. There are people complaining about you guys. Don't carry each other."
My cousin replied
"okay."
I asked
"Who complained about us?"
but the guard just walked away. I couldnt be bothered to chase after him.

We reduced our level of danger and resorted to sliding down 5-year old children's pool. Then, right before we headed for the showers, we did our final stunt just to annoy the guard. =D

We went home just to find out theres no water supply in the whole neighbourhood. Haihz. Torture.

Another torture was in the TV room. While I was watching The Transporter, a mosquito bit me. I killed it. Then, out of nowhere, 2 mosquitoes started flying around my head. Soon, there were 5 of them. I can easily point out 10 mosquito bites right now on my body. Plus minus 5 mosquitoes were zooming around my head.

I started waving my hand about but to no avail. I gave up and went upstairs. A real joy-killer, those mosquitoes are. Right now, as I'm typing this post, I am constantly shaking my leg to fend off stupid mosquitoes feeding on my sweet blood.

Bye, I'm gonna go sleep. Its 4.33 am. I just published 2 posts one right after the other.

Tomorrow, I get to see my darling!!! Whom I havent been able to contact much for the past 5 days!! Truly sorry, I am. Dammit, miss her damn much.

Trip to Long Lost Ipoh

2006-02-02T03:56:00.000+08:00

Ah, I havent been able to blog for quite awhile due to the failure to connect internet in my house. Well, I'll just skip to the part where I went for a short 3 days 2 nights trip to Ipoh, a hometown of mine that I haven't visited for ages.

On the first day, we (my family and I) left the house at close to 7am. We had to go through an enormous traffic jam. The chaos was caused by a car accident. Jeez, the nerves of these people. This statement was proved true to the bones. A lady, wearing tudung, was driving a Kancil. She practically swerved into any open space she saw in between cars. Cutting into lines as if she was driving an ant.

My dad got so pissed, he purposely drove faster when the woman was trying to cut him. Then he purposely slowed down when the lady slowed down. Just to annoy her. My dad was having the time of his life.

Took nearly 3 hours just to reach Ipoh. When I reached, I immediately headed for the kitchen. I was hungry. After eating, I greeted my grandparents, uncles and aunties. Then, headed for the cafe. I'm gonna skip the boring parts.

During lunch, my aunty (mother's sister), asked my kong kong (grandfather, mother's father), "So what's your stepmother doing during chinese new year?"

My granpa gave a rather shocking answer ; "Couldnt give a fuck about her."

Whoa! That was one of the rarest times I've caught him swearing. Apparently, he hates his stepmother. I was laughing my nuts off when I heard him say that!

Then another time, me and my cousin, Alex, went to bug my uncle (mother's brother). We went like "Kaofu (chinese word for mother's brother)!". Then he would ask "What?". Then we said "nothing."

It happened for about 3 times, each time the "What" becomes louder and sterner. Then finally, he shouted "What the fuck you want?!" Hahahahahaha!

It feels so good to hear adults swear. They're always telling us not to swear bad words.

On the last night of my stay in Ipoh, I followed my cousin out at about 10pm. We went DotA-ing for about 3 hours then went to eat at mamak, situated right beside the cybercafe. At 1pm, there were alot of people outside the mamak eating.

After eating we went back into the cafe. That was about 2am. THE CAFE WAS FULL!! Walao-eh!! At 2am, all 3 cafes in the area were full!

Each cafe had about 100+ PCs, mind you. We had to wait. OMG man! So many people in cybercafe at 2am. Ipoh trend, i guess. Anyways, we DotA-ed until 5.30 am before heading back to the hotel for some sleep. Some very short sleep.

I apologise if I have lost my sense of humour. Its 4.12am in the morning. My eyes can barely open and yet I'm updating my blog due to self-satisfaction.

Okay.. After Ipoh, I went back home, then after a few hours rest, we (my family and I) headed to melacca.

Lazy Ass Teacher

2006-01-22T16:55:00.000+08:00

There's this particular teacher, who teaches so badly and yet he's good at covering it up that we or rather, I, can't find a way to complain about him. In addition to that, he teaches my class TWO subjects! Add Maths and Mod Maths.

All he does is either copy word by word from a book onto the whiteboard or try and manipulate the examples given by the book so that it doesnt seem as though he's copying. EVEN MY ENGLISH TEACHER CAN TEACH LIKE HIM OR MAYBE EVEN BETTER!

Everytime he tries to manipulate the examples given by the book, he makes numerous mistakes and the mistakes are only corrected when a student corrects him. He NEVER teaches anything outside the book.

He has NEVER said something that'll help us in SPM, something like "These kind of questions are most likely to come out in SPM or some helpful hints like that."

He's also so fucking lazy that all he knows how to do is photostat exercise papers. Thats all he does! Photostat and give to students. COME ON, MAN! How useless of a teacher is that! Then he asks us to answer the questions in a separate test pad. WTF?!

He's also the teacher whom I've corrected the most in my whole lifespan. Come to think of it, I've only corrected 2 teachers before. But he holds the most number of times.

The last 3rd last chapter, if I'm not mistaken, of form 4 Add Maths is Differentiation (pembezaan). If I'm not mistaken again, that bastard skipped 80% of the chapter because evidently, its the hardest chapter in form 4.

Lucky I have my tuition teacher. To me, she's my main source of learning Mod Maths and Add Maths. Without her, I'd be roasted turkey in a cheese sandwich about to be eaten by SadlyPaperedMagazine.

CockleS~!

2006-01-19T20:29:00.000+08:00

Yesterday, I got called to give a speech on something. Not a speech. More of a public speaking thing. Yes, theres a difference. Speech is extremely formal. Public Speaking is more casual.

So, I went to the front, greeted everyone correctly with, I hope, proper hand gestures. Then I said "Today, I am going to talk about SHIT!"

Immediately, without a fraction of a second of hesitation, Ms Catalina (my public speaking teacher) said "Go back to your seat." I was already half-expecting that. I questioned why, knowing the answer so well already. She said that it was too disgusting. Then I tried bargaining. Instead of shit, it was gonna be feces. Still she didn't let me.

Oh well, I'm not going to argue. I get more time to look for a topic.

Fuiyoh~! Today, I was walking to Point Extreme, I passed redbox, looking down, admiring my gleaming white shoes. It looked so bright and godlike under sun. Then climbed up some stairs. There were these two malay dudes sitting down on the stairs smoking. As I walked pass them, I overhead one of them saying "*insert shocked word*! Dak tu punya kasut lawa siut!". I continued walking as though I didn't hear anything. I wanted to say 'thank you' but it would seem rude cos I overheard them.

Now, thats wat I call a sincere compliment! Yes I feel so proud of my shoes!

Today I also ate 'si ham' (cockles) as one of the dishes of dinner. Naturally, you open the shell then poke the flesh with the fork then shake it in EXTREMELY hot water. So when I opened a particular cockle, I was too lazy to use a fork to poke it so I just used my fingers. Well, you can most probably guess the next thing.

I dipped it in the hot water. For a moment there, it didn't hurt at all. Suddenly, this piercing pain shot through my skin and filled my whole right hand but of course, only 4 of my fingers were inside the water.

Then, I started waving my right hand in the air while my left hand held my wrist, screaming in high pitch. It looked kind of hilarious to my sister. Hmmph.

After recovering from the burn, I took one of the cockles, took out the meat and waved it in front of my dad who was apparently on the phone at the moment. He was actually dying to eat cockles but someone called him so he didnt get a chance to. I was laughing like mad.

Ah, I too lazy to blog already.

Ou Em Ef Gee - pronounce it

2006-01-14T23:58:00.000+08:00

Awesome day yesterday! I had fun in DotA but that doesnt really matter when the real fun was with my darlz. I'd trade DotA fun for fun with my dear anytime.

O-kay. Skip the unimportant part. While waiting for my darlz in subang parade, I was dying for an ice-blended mocha. I tried looking for an Aunt Anne's pretzel stall because they sell one of the cheapest and best ice-blended mocha among stalls. Though RM7.50.

I approached the lady at the counter and questioned, "Excuse me, is there an Aunt Anne's pretzels stall here?" The lady was such a deaf arse that she prolly mistook wat I said because her answer was totally irrelevant to what i asked. She answered "Erm.. No, don't have. You can try memory lane or precious thots."

Wadafak?! Even I, whom seldom enters memory lane and precious thots, would know that those 2 shops obviously don't sell ice-blended mocha. Even a guy with his brains shoved up his arse would know that lah!

Just then, I decided to scan my brain for any memory of Aunt Anne's pretzels stall in subang parade and I realised that there were none. haha. Then, I was like "Ah f*** it, I'm just gonna go get a Coke from McD."

ZoooM---- ZoooM to the movie. I tell you, that movie was one of the WORST movies I've seen. And I can tell you, I've seen alot of bad movies before.

The movie's name was The 3rd Generation or some shit like that. The names of the unlucky preys who fell into the trap of a local director were Julian, Christine, Justin and Michelle. I'd rather go watch Baik Punya Cilok (Patrick Teoh's in it) than 3rd Generation.

Crapass movie. A perfectly good waste of my extremely-limited Rm10. If I didn't have to pay the price for doing so, I would've given the director a piece of my mind for even thinking of such a movie.

Went for a light snack in Ichibi Ramen. Shortly later, we went for dinner at Dave's Deli. Amazingly, it was justin's first time in Dave's Deli.

During dinner, my dear talked about a male in her school who likes to touch. She hated him and gave her reasons. I was burning on the inside. Justin was burning on the outside. But I couldnt do anything. Not unless that bastard touched her in front of me.

Then again during dinner, Justin was talking about * again. Then my dear said "*insert a curse word* man, I shouldn't have jual murah. I should've have jual mahal like *." OucH~!

Those words pierced through the layers of my skin, my epidermis, triggering my pain receptors, like a speeding bullet but much more painful and finally, burnt a hole right through my heart and then continued to eat my heart away and filled it with depression, making it sink all the way to my toes. I am still feeling the aftershock of those words. But it seems to be healing.

Then I've wondered, what have I done to capture her heart? I know I did something. I just know it. I can feel it. But I can't speak it out. I can't make out what it is. WHY?

Is it those loooong hours I used to spend making my hair for prom night (when I still had hair)? No, that wasnt enough. Is it the fever, cough, flu and sorethroat that I fought just to go to the prom? No, that wasnt it, she did it too. Is it those times where I took care of her while she was *? No, that wasnt it either.

No, I must not think of it anymore. Its gonna drive me insane.

But I do know 1 thing. I love her. Yes.. That's it.. With all my heart.

I watched a movie a few days ago on one of the movie channels on Astro (HBO/StarMovies/Cinemax) and the movie's name was Laws of Attraction, starring Pierce Brosnan and Julianne Moore.

Pierce and Julianne accidently got married. Then Julianne wants a divorce but Pierce loves her. But he will give her a divorce. The reason he gave for the divorce was "He loves her, and if she really wants a divorce he will give her one, as he believes that when you love someone you should be unselfish enough to give them whatever they want, even at the expense of your own sadness."

That is why I was willing to walk home almost everyday just to be able to see her. Not just for my happiness, but for hers too.

Yes, I'd trade my happiness for my dear's sadness anyday, anytime, anywhere.

Now, I'd better end this post before tears start flowing from wherever they come from to my pupils.

I Am So Hungry!!

2006-01-13T20:28:00.000+08:00

I swear I could eat at LEAST 2 prosperity burgers right now. Bah!! Havent eaten anything since 1pm today. Can hear my tummy complaining on the lack of substance to digest in my stomach.

I am currently waiting for my mum to buy back pizza. Crap! Should've asked her to tapao prosperity burger instead. Too late now. Bah.

I applied for the partnership of a Japanese exchange student. Let me explain how this works. You apply for the partnership of a Japanese student, Japanese students arrive, one of them is yours, you get to hang out with that particular person for less than half a day, you go to a hotel with them, eat lunch there and end the day. The only part that attracted me was the part the I was told "......Then, the both of you will go to a hotel and eat lunch for free". I'm not sure on the clarity of that statement but it really pushed my spirits into getting a Japanese student.

Dammit, I feel so evil for using that Japanese student to get free lunch. But of course thats not the only reason I applied for the programme. I also wanted to get to communicate (if even possible) with another person from another world. But unfortunately for me, I didnt get to accompany even a single Japanese student. Let me explain why.

At first, the slots for male Japanese students were full. So I asked the person in charge(head prefect) whether I was allowed to take a female Japanese student instead (oh shit! dear, if you're reading this.. I just wanted to make some friends!! sorryXD.. btw justin encouraged me to go for it). The head prefect told me that it was allowed.

So he put my name with some Japanese girl whos name I can't even pronounce. I wasn't the only one. Several more guys rushed to sign up for female Japanese girl's companionship, clearly having dirtier intentions than mine. Not that my intentions were dirty!

In the end, the teacher in charged cancelled all the guy's name from the girl's list. He made an assumption that the Japanese girls might not feel comfortable about a hanging out with a Malaysian boy. I couldn't agree more myself. I don't know why I didn't think of that earlier. It wouldnt be fair to the girls; to be paired up with a stranger of the opposite sex whos gonna guide you throughout the whole process. I didn't complain when my name was cancelled and after I heard the reason. I have just learnt a valuable lesson.

Oh well, guess I'm just gonna have to leech on one of my friend's Japanese mate. Too bad I can't follow them to get FREE LUNCH at a hotel. Bummer. Was really looking forward to that. Another thing to look forward to is....... tomorrow!

#1. I get to see my lovely darling.
#2. I get to DotA with some noobs who challenged me. =P I mean this guy was seriously sticking his fingers in my face. He was like "I'll win u man. 1 on 1. Ok, I got a better plan. Me, my brother and another person fight you and leslie(my friend)"

I cracked right there and then! HAHAHAH! I used to teach that guy and his brother the techniques of DotA and now he claims he can beat me. Wat a funny guy. Mind you, its going to be a handicapped match. 3 vs 2. A victory for us (leslie and I) would be an achievement. Not a very big one. But still an achievement.

Heck, if they decide to recruit another player into their team, I'll just get Justin into mine. Though he's not the best of players. He's slowly improving.

I'll write another post if something pops into my mind.
You all ah! Write comments lah! Sit there and read only! Eeesh.. I need to know of ways to improve. So please give reasonable comments.

Don't be a dick and insert unnecessary swear words into my comment box, unless I know you.

omFg!! the Lord of all boredom!!

2006-01-10T15:59:00.000+08:00

OMG!! Today is the most BORING day of 2006 so far!!! Its a seriously fucked up day. I practically did nothing useful today except fix my bicycle pedal.

11.20am I woke up after not being able to sleep anymore.
11.30am Watched Tv
12.15pm Went Online - Staring at the com.
12.30pm Went to the Tv - Scrolled. Found nothing nice.
12.45pm Went back to the com. Stared at it.
13.00pm Turned on some music.
14.00pm Ate lunch.
14.30pm Grabbed a spanar, a WD-40 and went to fix my bike's pedal.
15.00pm Went back to the com.
15.15pm The thought of cycling to Subang Parade to go DotA popped into my head.
15.16pm Considering the pros and cons of cycling to Subang Parade.
15.35pm Decided not to cycle to Subang Parade due to uncertainty of bike's pedal's endurance.
15.40pm Stared at my handphone for no Goddamned reason.
15.41pm Went to my room and lied on the bed.
15.50pm Went back to the com. Stared at it.
16.00pm Started typing this post.
16.05pm That is the time now.

Yeah.. all thoughts.. no actions.. Wat a boring day.. Can't believe im actually wasting 1 whole day!!! Grrr..

My sister is at pyramid ice-skating, my mum is at her class, my dad is.. I have no idea where he is..

Actually, quite a number of DotA-buddies asked me to go cafe today but I rejected their offer. Haihz.

Me, my dear Christine, Justin, Michelle and I was going to invite Fu Wang along, were supposed to go 1U today. But since dear couldnt go, I wasnt going to go. Then the outing got cancelled. Now, my dear is probably visiting her grandma in the hospital while justin is most probably out with his family and im at home all alone. No idea wat Mich or Fu Wang is doing.

I'm going to die of boredom!!!

Dammit, another fren just asked me why I didnt go cafe today. BAH!

Nevermind. I'm starting to think on the positive side. I've had a really boring day today. I'm sure that whoever is controlling my life would give me back another day where I'm gonna enjoy myself and make up for lost time today. I'll be waiting for that day to come!! It better be above satisfactory level!!

It's something like karma. Instead of giving me 2 days where I'll enjoy myself partially, I'm gonna get 1 extremely boring day and 1 extremely mind-blasting day. Yes, I'm sure of that.

I can't stand BOREDOM!!!

Wat a wonderful day.... Except the parting part....

2006-01-10T12:06:00.000+08:00

At the start of yesterday, I was actually bummed that I couldn't see the girl whom my heart belongs to due to tuitions on my side. But later in the bus, I received a call from my dear saying that her mum and sis went out shopping. Then I became more bummed because turns out I could've met her on that day. Then, i had a marvelous idea.

When I reached home, I confronted my sister and bargained for the position of 2nd place in tuition. And I did it. So, turns out I will be getting to see my dear after all.

Okay we met in the park. Justin was waaay behind due to transportation problems. We chit-chatted, played with a cute, hyper-active, overly-fed caffeine dog and before we knew it, it was already time for justin to go home. Then before I knew it, it was time for me to go home too. Man, time does fly when I'm with her.

I was just about leaving her sight, thinking to myself "Today I've met my darling, nothing can spoil my mood right now, not even..." I didnt manage to finish the thought because my bicycle pedal came out and my foot went crashing right into the floor. That didnt hurt so much.

I picked the pedal up and shoved it in my pocket, thinking to myself "Oh Fuck~! I am in deep shit" . I decided to cycle with 1 pedal. I tell you, it isnt easy. Since the left pedal came out, it puts a bigger strain on your left(yes i meant left not right) leg trying to make the pedalling cycle balance.

I alternated between pedalling with 1 pedal and pushing my bike. Tiring job. But i managed to pull it off and still be in time for tuition.

Skip to the night.

I was halfway typing the previous post when all of a sudden, justin calls me. We talked. Conversation ended.

Roughly 2 minutes, the most, later, justin called me again, asking me whether I wanna join him for supper. I thought to myself "Sure why not. As long as my parents let me go out at 12am(because it was 12am at that time)". My mum said yes.

Justin's dad, Justin and I went to an indian mamak stall nearby. Not a very impressive stall. Justin and his dad, arguing over something rather small, its actually amusing. Justin was like threatening his dad. He told his dad "Dad, if u support me in going out tomorrow, i won't tell mum that a Girl challenge you to a drinking competition"

His dad replied "You don't talk nonsense ah, justin. I wouldn't do such a thing"

"Eh you told me wan that day!!"

"That day I was just lying to u only"

"Di (thats wat justin calls his dad), don't lie lah, di. You always go for happy hour ah... happy hour happy hour all the time. Open 8 bottles of beer, call 10 girls"

"Justin, you have gone nuts. You've gone crazy lah, justin"

I was laughing all the way.

Then his dad said something that I don't think even my dad would say.
"One day, I bring you for happy hour, wan anot?"
HOLY MOTHER OF GANJA!! AWESOME!!
But then he changed his mind. =.=
"Nolah, if your parents find out, im in big trouble man!!"

Then Uncle Jason (justin's dad) ordered some really impressive stuffs.
"2 telur, s'tengah masak. 1 set roti bakar, tak mau gula, tak mau kaya, hanya mau marjerin"

The waiter was such a fucking noob. He had to repeat the order 3 times then only he nodded and left. Then another waiter came and said "U punya roti bakar mau macam mana?"

"Saye sudah bagi tau itu orang 3 kali!!"
"Sorilah, boss. Dia pekerja baru."
Then Uncle Jason repeated his order. When the roti bakar came, it had kaya and sugar. Haha. He was so pissed man.

"See these bloody idiots, still put kaya and sugar in my roti bakar."

After scolding the waiter again, the roti bakar came as he intended. And that was the end of the day. I went back home and continued typing the previous post. By the time I was done, my eyelids could barely lift my eyes open. So i went to sleep.

Belated Christmas Post..

2006-01-09T20:58:00.000+08:00

Ah, I know Christmas is over but I feel like I owe Christmas a blog post. So I'll write about MY Christmas.

I can't remember much of what happened on Christmas. But i do remember the best part of the day ; the Christmas dinner! It was a spectacular feast of turkey, potatoes, and turkey sauce and of course some other insignificant dishes.

Well, good dishes take a good amount of time to prepare. BOY, was i starving! So were my other 3 cousins who were at that time in my house. And Burnout : Revenge isnt that fun to play when you're hungry. Not to mention the aroma of the food!! It was filling the whole house faster than the lizard in my previous post attacking the butterfly.

Then finally, we (my cousins and I) heard the most b-e-a-u-tiful words of the day, the most orgasmic word of the day; "Dinner is READY"

The moment I got down the stairs, I was greeted by the delicious sight of turkey!! I could already feel my saliva slowly flowing out of my mouth through my limb mouth muscles.

I helped myself to some turkey and some other dishes which im too lazy to remember right now. I sat at a different table from the "matured people" cos the table was already full. FIY my dad, my mum, my cousin's dad & mum, my dad's fren & his wife, were at the table.

So, us "less matured people/kids" had to eat at a separate table in order to prevent chaos from spreading throughout the whole house. Last year, i was the most barbaric eater at the table. Okay, maybe that wasnt the best thing to say out loud. But this year, im proud to say, i lost to Ben, my youngest cousin among the 3.

That guy was down-right deeesgusting.. He was licking the bones of the turkey SUPER DUPER CLEAN. It was like someone who was giving a blowjob to a bone. He even did an imitation of a dog licking a bone except in a really humanly-gross way. Doesn't seem that gross to me when i do it though. haha.

After gourging, i went back to the "matured" section and tried to bargain for a glass of wine, both red and white. In the end, I got half a glass of red wine and half a glass of white wine. Better than nothing, i always say.

And i've come to conclusion that white wine tastes better than red wine.

Anyways, on to my christmas list.

Get my any of these, yes they are in priority-wise, and i'll love you forever.

1. My darling.

erm.. the one on the right of all.. don't get me the one in the middle cos i already have it.. ignore the one on the left =P

2. A new computer that can play DotA Blueserver without home lag. It must be located in my room, so i can play DotA in air-conditioned condition. Don't have a pic of it though. Dammit.

3. £1, 000, 000

4. A mazda RX-8 and above.

Though i won't be able to drive it until a few more years. =/ I'd still like to be able to keep it in my house =D maybe I can then pick my dear up and we can go minum at the nearest mamak stall with less difficulty.

5. CEO position beside/replacing Hugh Hefner in his Playboy Magazine. C'mon Hugh, you gotta give the younger generations a chance to have fun. You're starting to get old (that's a compliment cos you're already old).

6. Erm, since its Christmas...... I'll go for an end to world hunger....... =D

I'll probably edit this post again as new wish-items pops into my head. For now, my eyelids can barely stay open and my tummy is filled with roti planta. Goood night and so long.

Yeah.. yeah..

2006-01-08T01:02:00.000+08:00

Its been awhile, yes it has been.

Yesterday, I managed to attend Su Ling's farewell dinner. But most important of all, i managed to see my dearest dear!! The joy it brings to my heart. Uncomparable to any feeling in the world.

Its like as if, when I'm with her, nothing else in the world matters. When I hold her in my arms, its like ecstacy. Those of you who havent been in love before, won't even come close to feeling these feelings.

The extremely weird feeling of unsettledness and restlessness when i'm not with her or unhappiness and lethargicness when she's away from me. Its like something's always missing unless she is by my side.

The way my heart flips when she lies on my chest. I tell you, nothing beats those feelings. =D

Okay, back to today. Skip the boring beginning of the day and right to the end. I went to 1U at 6pm, not knowing Su Ling was also at 1U from 10am - 6pm.. OmG man.. don't question.. she's a girl.. Later when I was on my way home only did i realise that Su Ling was also at 1U today.. well too late to meet up with her..

Hmm.. went to 1U with family.. the moment we reached 1u.. erh.. okay.. skip that part.. boring part.. okay dinner... originally, the plan was to go to chillis. Chillis has got great margarita! But unfortunately, there was a significant amount of people waiting in line to get a table. Nobody could wait that long except my sis of course.

So we decided to go to the nearest nice looking restaurant instead. And ended up in Sri Melaka. My tummy was already tumbling due to starvation. I immediately ordered Hokkien Mee without thinking twice (hei, i love hokkien mee). The drinks prooved to be a tough one. That restaurant doesnt offer many choices.

But what the heck, a Coke will do.

Enjoyed dinner. Enjoyed Coke. Ordered Sago Gula Melaka. Enjoyed Sago Gula Melaka.

Then, comes the best part of the day. Skip the browsing part.

I BOUGHT AN ADIDAS SUPERSTAR 2!! Its been my dream shoes since I have no idea since when. And i didnt know it was so super duper extremely comfortable until today. It seriously is. But i dunno whether its just my feet or wat but the size is quite small compared to other brands.

I had to take a UK size 11 / US size 11 1/2.. usually im a 10.. weird.

I'd love to blog longer but i seem to have lost the mood to do so. Maybe its the lack of sleep i have been having. I'd better go to sleep now. Hopefully i can wake up at 12 tomorrow.

A walk in Midvalley

2006-01-02T19:50:00.000+08:00

Today, I went to Midvalley with my family, consisting of my sis, mum and dad. As usual, I woke up 15 minutes before we left the house, grabbing a donut before I left the house.

When we arrived, we split up into 2 groups, one group fully males the other group fully females. Males went to F.O.S. (Factory Outlet Store) while females went to G.K.W. (God Knows Where). I can't believe it! A clothing store as big as F.O.S. doesnt even sell a decent T-shirt but they do sell nice and cheap board pants =D.

After buying my board pants, I sneaked off to a cybercafe >.<. When my mum asked me to go to Metrojaya to take a look at some ciplak school bag, I said I was coming but I never showed up even after 15 minutes. Soon, she forgot about it. CooL. Had lunch at Nando's. There was this hot Asian chick sitting at the table next to mine. I didnt notice her at first until my dad starting giving me eye signals. Then i glanced to the left and saw what my dad was eyeing, an extremely hot Asian chick. (Shit!! My dear is going to kill me for this >.< SORRY, DEAR!! It was my dad's fault!!) Then my dad asked me "Do you think she's Korean or Japanese?". I answered confidently, "Korean lah of course."

My mum noticed both of us eyeing something and talking rather softly. She asked us "What are you guys talking about?" My dad replied, half mumbling, "Guys stuff."

Then when the Korean chick left, my dad was eyeing her all the way! Well, so was I (i know i shouldnt be doing that!).

Hmm, after lunch, I don't recall anything interesting that happened that was worth blogging. Oh yeah, my sister's school shoes costs rm209!! That's abso-fucking-lutely insane!! Guess what I'm going to get for my Christmas present though...

Adidas Superstar!!

Don't think i'll be able to blog for the next few days due to restrictions on the computer on weekdays, unless i manage to use the school's com.

Haihz, tomorrow is the first day of school. To me, school is like a torture chamber designed to prevent teenagers from having more fun than adults. =D

Bah.... getting frustrated that my post keeps disappearing... still delighted that my dear came back from Singapore today and i get to see her tomorrow!! Weeee~

A session of Prey-Predator

2006-01-02T02:36:00.000+08:00

YES!!! Tomorrow my dear is coming back from Singapore!!! Don't think I'll get to see her though :-( Miss her dearly!!

Well, I witnessed and was also indirectly involved in a rather interesting incident which I don't get to see everyday. As I was brushing my teeth, which had just tasted donuts a few minutes ago, i noticed a lizard, cautiously popping its head out of its "den".

I immediately stopped all movement of my hands and remained paused as I wanted to ensure the lizard that i was not going to spoil his dinner, or should i call it supper. At the same time, my pupils drifted away from the lizard and spotted an extremely small butterfly, clinging on to the wall, not far from the lizard.

My hands were already aching from holding the same position, mid-air i might add. But i was determined to let the lizard have its supper. You see, the reason why i respect the lizard so much is because it helps to kill mosquitoe's larvae for me and occasionally killing mosquitoes too. =D

After waiting for what seemed to be ages, the lizard scurried across the wall, like king kong chasing after a car but waaay quicker, and took a snap at the butterfly. Poor butterfly wasnt quick enough to dodge the attack. Although the lizard's snap wasnt enough to eat the butterfly whole, it sure took a chunk off the poor thing (butterfly).

The butterfly fell to the floor, limping like an insect that has lost its legs. After limping to nowhere, the butterfly stopped in its tracks. I was feeling pity for the butterfly as i could've stopped that incident from happening but decided to side the lizard instead.

The lizard however, scurried back into its "den" as fast as it popped out just now. I, on the other hand, continued brushing my teeth. After rinsing my mouth with water.. IT WAS SUPER MINTY, due to the fact that i was having toothpaste in my mouth for a rather long amount of time. CooL! I should do this more often.

Dammit, now im craving for donuts again.

How evil I can be... hehe

2006-01-01T22:38:00.000+08:00

Recently, my cousins stayed overnight at my house.. for almost a week. 2 of them, one aged 12 in 2006, ben, another aged 14 in 2006, augustin. Unlike Ben, augustin sleeps FREAKING EARLY and when i say FREAKING EARLY.. I REALLY MEAN FREAKING EARLY!!

He can sleep at 10.30pm. Not only that, the monkey can sleep practically ANYWHERE. There was this one time he slept on the floor with his hand as a pillow right in front of the ps2. Crazy bastard.

So.. there was this one night.. where i could hear him snoring 10 seconds after i off the lights. At first, i tried tolerating the snores but after awhile, it gets too annoying.

When im annoyed, my evil side emerges. And when my evil side emerges, its actually the more powerful side of me. Don't question that statement.

Instincts told me to do what i did next. I grabbed a marker pen (permanent) and uncapped it. Ben was behind me all the while. I took a deep breath and moved to scribble stuffs on his face. Ben was doing his best to hold his laughter behind me.

After i was done... it looked something like this. =P

I don't know about you. But i laughed like hell at that picture the moment i saw it in reality. Im telling you, Augustin can sleep through a tsunami. I mean you can whack his balls with a pillow and he'll still be snoring. Now thats something u don't see everyday.

Kill Barber!!!

2006-01-01T20:51:00.000+08:00

Ah... i went to cut my hair today at a shop in Carrefour. Its called Cut N Go. It costs Rm15 per cut.

During the cut, i notice that the barber was doing rather well in trimming my hair. Then suddenly, she took some funny looking scissors and started snapping away at my hair. I would've stopped her but she was already snapping away too fast.

I realised that, if i stopped her now, it would only make the cut worse. So i let her continue. The results? Over-cut hair. I mean its freaking short man!!! Roughly 2cm tall. Eeesh.. now i look like someone whos head has been shaved off by a lawn-mower.

Haihz, due to the bad hair cut, my mood has decreased drastically. Not to mention the separation from my dear. She'll be returning from Singapore tomorrow though.

I just realised that Xfresh has got less stuffs to offer compared to blogspot. =/

AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO INSERT A PICTURE IN MY PROFILE!!! (psst* this is a hint that im asking you for help)