Saturday, December 31, 2005

.i ate tomyam in gurney plaza.

i doubt i really need to explain where gurney plaza is but for the sake of it, let's just say that it's near gurney drive or batu ferringhi.

anyway i went with my friend during the holidays to the lower level ... i think basement to get some food.

she ordered tomyam noodle while i ordered some thai food.... it came in a set for the promotion.

i was surprised by the drinkswhich were served beautifully, however, my food was a bit bland.

forgot what was the names of the drinks but they look damn nice right?

tastes like chap fan (economy rice).... maybe worse

tom yam is yummy!

hers however, was much much better! get the tomyam and not the other one... (thai rice i think).

i also met jac (malaysian idol 1 fame?) there. there were too many people so i just couldn't be bothered to get a better picture of her...


oh, and during my trip to kl, i managed to catch a glimpse of some of their gundam displays. they were having big discounts on it. too bad i am no longer in love with gundams or i would've had a field time there.



:)

i also went to batu kawan during my trip in penang with my friend and family. as usual, the place was crowded. if you wanna know more, check out my bro's blog about his trip there.

Friday, December 30, 2005

.favourite blogger of the year.

yesterday, someone posed me a very difficult albeit not impossible question,

"Who is your favourite blogger?"

it kept me wondering for quite some time and to tell you the truth, at first, I have no idea.

no idea at all.

there are some nominations being kenny sia.

what is this blog about, basically...

everything. from personal to humour to even political satire. however, kenny focuses more on parodies and photoshop skills to bring out the best in his post.

like i said, his style of writing depends very much on his illustrations and believe me, pictures say a thousand words.

the second one is suanie.

however, suanie rants and there are less pictures to accompany. her other counterpart KY... comes with damn lot of pictures.

Suanie comes off to me as a crazy Starbucks loving gal. Thus, her pee must smell like coffee, which is totally out of the point.

however, her fun and happy going attitude makes her posts a joy to read.

the third nominee is jeffooi.

however, being the political and reporting style part kinda irks me off cause it's too serious and nothing much personal or funny.

but, if there were any political blog or serious mind blogging, brain eating blog of the year award, it goes to jeff.

the fourth one is from minishorts.

her rants are deep but can be a bit bitchy at times. but i kinda love the guy-gal agenda going on. what do i mean by guy-gal?

her bf and her. haha. it kinda put things into perspective for me. i now know a bit about the weird ramblings of a gal and how to react (albeit only through a single POV).

that being said, I enjoy reading her posts just cause ... i do!

the fifth nominee is Rockson Takumi Tan

there's only 1 reason why I like his posts :

vulgar ah beng!

the sixth nominee is waiterrant.

however, being the foreigner... i donch wan my award to stray far from home. this is a time for Malaysians to rise up for the occasion.

so, out you go waiter... :)

the winner and final nominee of My Fav Blogger of the year award goes to...


ME



kidding... that'd be such a fucking spoiler right?


micheal ooi. (anak jeff?)

his posts, although lacking in pictures still manages to squeeze out the laughter in me. his words emit vivid pictures in my brain (not very nice ones... especially the shapeshifters which i agree 100%).

the simple design of his blog shows some stupidity in blog design but it also shows that... content is more important than design.

overall, i just love him... not literally... bah... humbug!

no mack, or dua cen or even aiz cause i prefer personal posts.

Thursday, December 29, 2005

.video for christmas.

here are some video files from the previous post about christmas with the lions.

file is big... the first one is a video about the christmas decorations and choir presentation (13.8mb download here) ...

another bigger one containing two files during the countdown spraying madness (14.9mb download here) ...

video courtesy of Abbas and ... that's all folks.. till tomorrow then.

:)

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

.Quote & Word of the Day.

The nine most terrifying words in the English language are, 'I'm from the government and I'm here to help.' - Ronald Reagan
cynosure: a center of attention.

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

.Christmas with the LIONS! (revamped)

i went to watch "a chinese tall story" during christmas eve. it was not packed... which is more than i can say about King Kong. It was a good laugh since all the ah bengs and ah lians sitting at the back row were laughing so i admit i was a bit influenced and laughed along just for the heck of it. (hey, no harm in a little laughter here and there)

anyway, i've been busy these couple of days especially from the 24th until 26th. on the 24th morning i had to wake up rather early.. of course it was not right after i watched the midnight show of "a chinese tall story".

then me, abbas and singpei took a bus straight to jb to city square. from there, it was walking to the imigration. this is not my first time to sg mind you but still, it is still a bit kinda of a tame experience.

however, we had a strange encounter during the bus ride. abbas was sitting in front of us and since he was sitting alone, a girl came over and sat beside him. i didn't notice it cause i was still sleeping. but i was awoken by a shoulder tapping me asking me to look in front. and what do i see?

a girl resting (or rather sleeping) on his shoulder! i was like OMG! if it was a cun chick nvm lar.... but... anyway, imagine sitting in a public place like the roadside or the bus or the LRT and this girl slides along and plops her face right next to you. if you turn, you might even smell her breath.

hahahaha! we had a field time with him that's for sure.

we went to orchard to celebrate christmas. of course the scenery and thingies were beautiful, even the trees but really, nothing fantastic. and i was expecting more of a realistic snow, not foam soap kindamajiggy from cans. they were spraying it all over the place (usually to girls only).

the great christmas tree!

acting cute while talking on the phone or flirting on the phone?

at 12, there were even more spraying! however, it didn't turn out into a fucking full fledge riot like the one in KL cause here, they have something we call POLICE!

25th was just wasted walking around near esplanade, taking pictures and shopping. i admit the stuffs and clothes there are pretty nice expecially the "girl" versions but i just had to multiply everything by 2.23... it turned out to be more taxing than i could imagine!

suntec city pose

Abbas messing around...(picture taken by me!!!!)

fountain of wealth ok? ... looks more like a donut!

in Marche.. somewhere in Suntec! see Abbas punya muka giler?

Esplanade punya durian! ..."Two girls a guy and a DURIAN...?"

Two guys, a girl and a stupid picture... :)

Durian again, but this time..
notice i had to squat to accomodate the short girl beside me?
hahahaha! she's evil....

durian RAWKS!

wonder why she's evil? she's squinting her eyes
to accomodate my eyes she says.. blardy hell!

King of Narnia!

the girls had a wonderful time shopping numerous shit and Abbas was having fun too. me? i just browsed around waiting for the right thing to catch my eye... and it did, it came in the form of a Levi's Engineered Jeans! wonderful i say. but a tad too pricey, another thing that caught my eye is the Singapore''s Edition of FHM. it has a ask Izzy (sarongpartygirl?) and it featured and exclusive interview on Dawn Yeo from Clapbangkiss?

there's also a pack of cards featuring some hot chicks. but it'll stay in the cupboard till CNY!

another thing that caught my eye during the trip is handphones... the W900i from SE and the Nokia 7370 L'Amour collection! WOW! definitely wonderful!

bye bye mates!

.a tough decision.

before i post on more later tonight or maybe tomorrow cause the pictures are still with Abbas, i've got a big question...

what should i get, a 5.1 mpx camera (thinking of a Nikon Coolpix S1) or a multi-capable phone cum camera (most probably 1.3 mpx) cum mp3 player cum radio.

life's big decisions are all money related. haih...

Monday, December 26, 2005

.back from sg.

yeah, more pictures and story later on. got sooo much to tell but tomorrow class starts and i gotta at least get ready for my ass licking classes...

miss you all so much. it seems so long since i posted here!

Thursday, December 22, 2005

.the chronicles of Narnia.

warning, possible spoiler.

well, let me recap this story as best i can remember. it was a good story that's for sure. but nothing fantastic. i would give it an overall 7/10.

the story is about a family. whose father is out fighting a war and mom is too busy with nothing to do and had to send his 4 CHILDREN out to another stranger so they can bug him instead. irresponsible, i know but WTF am i to judge her. kids really get on the nerves.

anyway, while they have the usual sibling rivalry that we experience everyday, we can see from the beginning until the end how this rivalry turns into romantic incestous love.... just kidding about this.

while playing a new revolutionary game called "hide and seek". they stumbled upon a cupboard which leads to thousands and thousands of acres of freehold undeveloped, unconguered land. (i suggest them to conguer it and dig for oil but they're still young...)

there are two sides in the world, the terrorist, and the Americans... kidding. the white witch and the non-white witch. the non-white witch land is ruled by a gigantic lion called Simba... no, Ah Lan.

together with 4 fucking kids... and an army of morons who really take orders from 4 fucking kids... they set out to destroy a witch with supernatural powers... i mean, no wonder animals are conguered by humans. their brains are really miniscule.

and at last, they (the fucking kids) won and lived as king... and queens.

after spending 30++ years in the stupid cupboard, they decided that since sex is only incestous, they wanted more.... they decided to get out of the cupboard... only to find out that their dick has shrunken to minute sizes... and boobies too!

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

.thy k700 is dead.

yes, i'm officially getting rid of this k700 and replacing it with a SE T610. cause i'm trading it in for a Samsung E730 which i'll be giving my GF as her bday and Christmas present. her bday's on 24th and Christmas on 25th lar.

was contemplating between E530 or E730 maybe even Nokia 6111. but radio and MP3 capability prevails! ahoy!

i need to get a new handset before CNY. hehe!

.King Kong.

king kong really rocks. i don't want to spoil it by doing a two bit penny review. it'll just spoil the fun of the movie. what i suggest is, get your freaking ass there and watch it on the big screen.

definitely movie of the year.

but i was holding my piss all the way into the 2nd hour. had to get out to piss for like 5 minutes. bah, humbug...

Monday, December 19, 2005

.managing idiots and retail fuckheads.

i'm back. i mean like officially in JB now. the life here sucks but at least there's internet and the hordes of idiots i meet on the net. no, not you. you're just one of the exceptional few geniuses. i love you.... yeah, i really do. serious dude.

well, the first thing i'm gonna do afterwards is change and get my ass off to the cinema to catch King Kong. i mean not literally but figuratively and cinematically. wtf am i talking about... well, you get the freaking meaning.

i was down in jusco just now. the place is cold. just like the way we all like it. ever wonder why they're so fucking cold? we used to have mini mart's with fans and friendly retailers who just might give us a discount or two if we're sweet enough to them. or if we're a big fucking famous asshole. then maybe everything is free. but nowadays, everything is soo fucking routine. the grabbing, the paying, the retail or promoter we meet is even the same. i wonder what would i do if i slap them right in their fucking face and just walk away. havoc man.... but i've been wanting to do that for quite some time now. it's not as if i'm sadistic or anything but i hate those promoters who follow me or shadow me whereever i go. and they keep blabbering promotions, thios one's new, that one's shit and so on. i mean, who gives a flying fuck. they have notices where it writes 50% or 10% for god's fucking sake. if i can't read maybe i shouldn't shop. and if i'm misinformed, i'll sue your asses off.

talk about bad marketing management. and worse of all, those idiots outside the ones near jusco, first floor. the 5 dollar shop. they have a couple of girls outside the shop asking people to come in. i mean enticing people to come in with words that mean nothing. fuck them idiots. they make me NOT want to go in. come on lar, they look like a couple of hookers outside the red district attracting customers. i know they're doing their job but the management should really do something about this. this is just plain idiots managing a retail shop. welcome them but don't hassle them at the roadside. freaking morons.

somemore today got one idiot come to our house with the fucking promotion. the scratch and win a perdana or any one of the other prizes which costs like a million fucking dollars. it's a fucking lucky draw.... only if you pay SO & SO to purchase then you are sure to win a prize....

could be a trip to Thailand worth 3500 or even a Perdana. but i'm guessing the most probable prize i'm going to win is the JADE mattress which they say will promote health and shit like that. BULSHIT lar. come here i give you two tight slap. but their acting was good though. first they give you a ticket. then they give a "fucking LIKE WIN lotto face sooo happy like baru habis sembelit" face. then they talk that you no need to pay shit.... suddenly, teng , teng, teng! RM2997. WTF right? chee bye lar.

fuck these idiot micro managing managers who're no better than Ah Beng Sdn Bhd.

Friday, December 9, 2005

.bored is no reason to.. not blog.

it's been almost a week since i last step my big funky proton saga tyres into Penang. in fact, i think it could've been more than a week. i don't know, being bored till my brains blow out can really fuck up someone's brain. i've had nothing to do these past few days except nurturing my stomach to ease the god damn pain and maybe get more flabby than it already is.

this holiday is practically more different than the others. that's because i appreciate it more. why? i've lied to get this holiday. and when you need something so badly that you need to lie for it. it get's kinda important.

however, there is nothing extra special about this one. nothing that stands out. i am not going for a concert, i'm not expecting a big party, not attending one, not making one (...but i might consider though...), basically, it's the usual semester holidays. but the fact that i had to lie to the administration in my tuition centre saying that i'm getting a thorough check-up for my health is really really beyond what i would usually say. and the guilt pangs in deeper when my student and the admin called me a couple of days ago to say that they missed me and want me back... (what did i do to deserve this?) i mean, i'm just an average guy teaching average joe's English. life is normal. but apparently, teaching is not so easy... these gfew new teachers really screwed up big. one form 1 student of mine went out of class crying.. and also an adult woman. i was like... WHOA, what did the new fella do? bring a gun to the class.

the truth is, teaching is not as easy as it looks, some people has a knack for it, some people learn, while others just fall. that's why some teachers can never work it out even after teaching for 10 years. i hope i will not be one of those big percentage who gets lost forgotten.

oh yeah, out of boredom, i bought a couple of DVD's and I'm really fucking tired to review them. maybe some other time. oh and also a couple of books.

i bought John Grisham's The broker and Micheal Crichton's State of Fear. Also borrowed my friend's 2 in 1 collection of Sidney Sheldon's book. Forgot what the title was..... (i have short term memory loss... kill me.)

my stomach's not aching that much anymore. life is better and i went for futsal yesterday.

maybe a boring life without the corporate hassle and struggle is nice after all. i guess i'm fitting the couch nicely. time to get up?

maybe when the lion comes.

oh and AeonFlux sucks. really does. Time for Narnia! :)

Monday, December 5, 2005

.short note.

this site will be in semi hiatus until the end of december cause the owner
of this site is high on jettepar, propanolol, prevacid and ursofalk.

now sue me fucking fuckheads.

CHAO CHEE BYE!

.updates among other things.

dear invaders,

it seems like a million years since i'm here. but life is slow in the land they call "pearl of the orient". i wonder how's it like everywhere else. i went to watch zathura. it was what i could call a disappointment to me. nothing much in forms of acting. and the concept of gaming board is not really original since jumanji. i mean, if you liked jumanji and you want more, catch zathura. basically, the concept's same, the play's same and even the director if i'm not mistaken.

i'm not sure what's going on in the blogosphere but i read a couple of days ago in the newspaper about sixthseal's site. it wasn't explicitly named but any blogger can guess and put the pieces together.

i'll go read some after this post.

i know i promised pictures but it's still stuck in my camera in my sd card.

about the t-shirt....

hmm, so far i think i have less than 40 orders with a couple more unconfirmed yet. i'm sorry for the delay but i hope things goes well and the manufacturer says that i'm limited to three sizes only. so i'm guessing Baby Tee (one size/free size) an M and a L. How does that sound...?

or maybe just S,M and L which i think S applies to Baby-T.

Anyway, I will be try to keep you all updated and have a list of the purchasers up by middle or end of this month. God knows I'm busy but I try to keep up. Life's been a bitch here. My tummy's aching all the time. (I literally mean it...)

fuck, what the fucking lancheow is wrong with it? screw it....


anyway, what's up in the blogosphere?

Friday, November 25, 2005

.back in penang.

i finished my stint in Kl. i have some pictures but i'm lazy to upload it now. it's in the middle of the night in one of those suburb places where the morning is bustling but the night is creepy. i parked my car in the back lane. fuck, i scared i cannot find my car on the way back. so... must be fast. but i expect things will be a lot more steady in the next few days.

KL pretty much rock but sux at the same time. it rocks cause i had my uncle and my cousin, jolene (refer to previous post). jolene is a talking machine. but, she's more or less, like the one you see in the digi advertisement where more talktime is good. haha. kidding. she's a chirpy one and she sure as hell makes everyone look damn quiet in her presence.

their family, my uncle and auntie lar... were gracious enough as host on my last day to show us the way to pudu. i admit, i'm blind and blur as hell in KL. i can't even navigate a turn from sg. wang to imbi back to lowyat without getting lost.... (kidding but you get what i mean).

anyway, KL's pretty much a blast except the walking part. and i was having a hell of a stomach ache during the visit that everytime after i eat, my face will be like cringing. i look like some retard frog. sorry to jolene and family. it was pretty tiring having to handle a stomach about to burst the whole day. i later found out in Selayang hospital that the ordeal or pain is actually a very serious shit of gastric. fuck gastric. i hate it. hurts like chee bye.

now, i'm ok. he gave me some medication and i've taken it for two days and so far.. so good. stomach's not acting shitty anymore. go prevacid. i've got a new addition to my daily dose of drugs now.

anyway. now i'm in penang. blogging from my lab. will be back here in a few days with (hopefully) pictures. loads but not too much of pictures. and maybe some more updates and crazy nothings from mee. btw, the char koay teow in sin tatt garden rocks my sox. i am just soooooo gonna whallop the food here it will be ecstacy!... that is... if my stomach don't fucking chee bye lan cheow cringe with grasticitis anymore.

sincerely,
maggi mee.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

.done with singapore.

sorry mx. they've churned out with December's issue of FHM. I can't even find November's issue in Popular.

the bus is empty. maybe haunted. the way back... everything was full.

bah, overall, my experience in Orchard was ok. Don't think it was exciting or any different from KL or Penang Shopping Complexes but there are far more Chinese and Westerners there.
I bought three shit only. And all in all, I spent RM100. What a whopper. I bought nothing much. nothing electronic. Just a wallet for my friend, a sex toy (dice thingy.. damn nice!) and a shirt. the shirt was for 10 bucks sing. i was like OMG, OMG.. cheap man. Then it dawned upon me. MCH, if change to RM also 22.15 lar. CCB.

the crowd in Orchard on a Friday! FRIDAY! is like whopping.

anyway, I was really looking forward to meeting my auntie and cousin staying there. hopefully they will take me around lar. but i called them like 4-10 times and no one answered. sucks i know. but damn... it was a tiring and boring experiencc. of course i haven't experienced the National Zoo yet. They say it's da bomb there. And I might be going again during Christmas. BTW, my mom booked a holiday stay somewhere .. i dunno where. forgot. but i guess it's another family outing. hahaha.

MRT station and lonely me.....

tomorrow i'll be heading off to Muar, then to KL on Sunday. if Jolene is not da EVIL, maybe she'll let me use her PC to go online. then maybe I can update some shit.

none of these can be used. cause they don't freaking accept coins!

waiting for an MRT is tiring but at least they're not as slow as the ones in KL.

NS 22 - Orchard

for now. let's just be contented that i don't write shit anymore. or maybe i do....

listening to : jay chou - fa ru xue

Thursday, November 17, 2005

.short note.

tomorrow i'll be going to singapore. probably getting november's FHM for mx from really bites.

anyway. hopefully the lions are a nice bunch.

any tips on where to go?

.a review of Harry Potter 4.

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.


or in malay, its translated as Harry Potter dan Gelas Berapi. kinda weird if you ask me.

anyway, i went to catch this movie in GSC Pelangi IOI Mall. it was the pawn. IOI Mall i mean. the place has shaded parking lot. plus it's free. i'm a sucker for all small detailed shit.

anyway. Harry Potter is surprisingly nice. if you're an avid fan of HP and don't mind the nitpicking small details, I'm sure you'd enjoy this movie. some people will find it hard to accept some small details but let's look at the large picture. the small details are not supposed to matter. that's why they're called small details. bah... humbug.

In "HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE," the fourth film adaptation of J.K. Rowling's popular Harry Potter novel series, Harry (Daniel Radcliffe) must contend with being mysteriously selected to compete in the prestigious Triwizard Tournament, a thrilling international competition that pits him against older and more experienced students from Hogwarts and two rival European wizarding schools. Meanwhile, supporters of Harry's nemesis, the evil Lord Voldemort (Ralph Fiennes), send a shockwave of fear throughout the wizard community when their Dark Mark scorches the sky at the Quidditch World Cup, signaling Voldemort's return to power. But for Harry, this is not the only harrowing news causing him anxiety -- he still has yet to find a date for Hogwarts' Yule Ball dance. [via]
anyway, the movie started off rather dark and i admit a lot of scenes from the book were cut. however, nothing that would interrupt the movie. if you haven't read the book, it's okay to ski it and jump straightforward to this movie.


however, as long as the movie is (2 and a half hours) there were parts that i were rather disappointed being cut short. basically the quidditch cup and the triwizard tournament.

the dragon fight was ok... the mermaids were rather intimidating but sometimes i was going WTF happened? i had to refer to the book in order to comprehend more. however, the most disappointing one was the maze. nothing much there. it ended in a whop. however, the birth of dark lord (Voldemort) was kinda cool. Ralph Fiennes did it okay i think.


there were some funny and yucky parts like the love affair between Hagrid and the Beauxbaton headmistress. The beauxbatons were to die for. and Hermoine looks stunning. Ron is still his usual nerdy self (hahaha) but Cedric was ok and Harry looks more mature. The nice character which portrays a talent for evil is Viktor Krum. albeit he didn't actually turn evil but he did look the part.

why didn't they fall in love? can someone tell me why?
they'd look good together.

btw, Rita Skeeter (the journalist) just plain sucks. she gets on everyone's nerves i reckon. which in a way is good acting. hahaha.

and Cho Chang. she's cute. but nothing exotic. if she were to look like Kristin Kreuk aka Lana Lang from Smallville then it'd be to die for. and Harry's rejection would be much much MUCH more painful.

all in all, it was way better than the first 3 movies in my humble opinion.

overall, i'd give it a solid 8/10.

.infidelity.

i was sitting in my class yesterday with my tuition students. mind you, they're all adults.

so, their results were out and they all passed (must see who's the teacher lar...)

and since we had some time to spare we started talking. mainly about places. pulau sibu, pangkor and all those shit. maybe we'll plan an outing together sometime. maybe not. who knows. but the idea is there.

anyway, we hopped topics till we reach infidelity (unfaithfullness)

so there we were. the 4 of us. talking about infidelity.

"i think i might go out to find another woman once i'm married. i can't keep myself to one girl"

i say : "but you'll ruin your family."

"well, i've been thinking but i don't know how i can cope with temptations"

another student said "guys like you will die alone and be lonely"

then another student said "i have a friend, female who says she's very attracted to married men. it's a different kind of attraction. i guess it shows maturity and security. however, i did told her that she'd be ruining otherpeople's marriage but she says she can't help it"

student A says "imagine what would you do if your wife were out there with another guy?"

"but it's different, when a guy has two girls... it usually is because they're playful and they can be in love with two girls at the same time. however, when a woman sleeps with another guy... it can only mean one thing. she has lost all love for you and she has thought it all over. in one word, it's called... OVER."

student A "yes, that i agree. guys are more playful than woman. but his wife would lose all love for him. do you know how much hurt this would cause the girl?"

"i know, but i wouldn't let her know."

everyone "but you can't hide it forever and most probably, everything leaks..."

at last i say "it's like this. imagine that your world's most favourite food is KFC. and then you can eat KFC everyday. wouldn't that be nice? however, after some time, you get bored of KFC and decide to try Pizza Hut or McDee.But from that day onwards, you can never eat KFC again... ever! then you'd only realize how much you miss KFC. "

i continue "you will never realize what you've got and how important it is until you've lost it."

".......... true"

see... food referencing works everytime!

.xiaxue blooper.

her post...

my post...

her post... (although might not be directed to me cause i doubt she reads my blog...)

The one that makes me laugh the most come from the "animal-loving" bigots. Cockroaches not animals?! AREN'T THEY? I DIDN'T LEARN DURING PRIMARY SCHOOL!

Cockroaches are insects, yes?
insect
1. Any of numerous usually small arthropod animals of the class Insecta, having an adult stage characterized by three pairs of legs and a body segmented into head, thorax, and abdomen and usually having two pairs of wings. Insects include the flies, crickets, mosquitoes, beetles, butterflies, and bees.

2. Any of various similar arthropod animals, such as spiders, centipedes, or ticks. See Regional Note at lightning bug.

Swallowing your words now, pretentious bastard? Still an "animal" lover?

Curiously enough... The word "insect" also describes you!
3. An insignificant or contemptible person.

How very apt, especially the insignificant part!

fact
: i never said cockroaches are insects. i said they are pests.
(so.. she must be referring to her commenters)
A pest, an animal (usually an insect), or sometimes a plant (weed) with characteristics that are injurious or harmful to humans.

By extension, pest can refer also to a contagious deadly disease, a pestilence such as the Bubonic plague.
and ...

Curiously enough... The word "pest" also describes you, pink poodle!

By further analogy, pest in the slang sense can refer to an annoying person, especially one difficult to get rid of.
over and out. i shall never mention about this ordeal in my blog ever AGAIN. so this topic is closed. until i decide that i might need to explain it further to dumb fuck idiots.

comment disabled to stop fucking flamers who either like or dislike xx.

focus on the issue not the faces.

p/s: in order to avoid over circulation in the blogosphere, this post will not reach PPS.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

.evil atheist and george carlin.

interesting?

There was a time when I would have never accepted the concept of a god-less universe. I was born and raised a Hindu Brahmin (the highest caste of the archaic caste system), but I converted to Christianity (much like Ravi Zacharias, but unlike Zachy I left the faith a year later) in 2001. I was a good Christian for a few months, dutifully praising god, spending my quiet time meditating on his "Word" and trying to spread his word to the unsaved. Basically, I became a fuckstick. I apologise unreservedly to those people whose lives I had made a "living hell" by my constant harping on salvation in Christ Jesus.

Without god, life assumes even more meaning as we can then associate with living in a more personal way. For me, I realise therefore that my life is finite, and I want to make it as meaningful as possible, so on my deathbed, I have no regrets that I didn't lead it fully. As a Christian I was thinking of Jesus coming back and me being accountable to him. I now realise I am accountable only to me. How I live my life now will determine how satisfied I am later. Then when death comes it shall be like the end of a journey, tiring but fun. There is joy with a twinge of sadness, which is way more human than a ridiculous concept of everlasting life with god and his gang. Heaven is a great 30 second orgasm after sex, hell is an everlasting one.
Hence I am atheist.
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another one by George Carlin
When it comes to bullshit, big-time, major league bullshit, you have to stand in awe of the all-time champion of false promises and exaggerated claims, religion. No contest. No contest. Religion. Religion easily has the greatest bullshit story ever told. Think about it. Religion has actually convinced people that there's an invisible man living in the sky who watches everything you do, every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a special list of ten things he does not want you to do. And if you do any of these ten things, he has a special place, full of fire and smoke and burning and torture and anguish, where he will send you to live and suffer and burn and choke and scream and cry forever and ever 'til the end of time!

But He loves you. He loves you, and He needs money! He always needs money! He's all-powerful, all-perfect, all-knowing, and all-wise, somehow just can't handle money! Religion takes in billions of dollars, they pay no taxes, and they always need a little more. Now, you talk about a good bullshit story. Holy Shit!
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and he continues but this is my favourite part... except the one on top (in bold) that is...
So rather than be just another mindless religious robot, mindlessly and aimlessly and blindly believing that all of this is in the hands of some spooky incompetent father figure who doesn't give a shit, I decided to look around for something else to worship. Something I could really count on.

And immediately, I thought of the sun. Happened like that. Overnight I became a sun-worshipper. Well, not overnight, you can't see the sun at night. But first thing the next morning, I became a sun-worshipper. Several reasons. First of all, I can see the sun, okay? Unlike some other gods I could mention, I can actually see the sun. I'm big on that. If I can see something, I don't know, it kind of helps the credibility along, you know? So everyday I can see the sun, as it gives me everything I need; heat, light, food, flowers in the park, reflections on the lake, an occasional skin cancer, but hey. At least there are no crucifixions, and we're not setting people on fire simply because they don't agree with us.

Sun worship is fairly simple. There's no mystery, no miracles, no pageantry, no one asks for money, there are no songs to learn, and we don't have a special building where we all gather once a week to compare clothing. And the best thing about the sun, it never tells me I'm unworthy. Doesn't tell me I'm a bad person who needs to be saved. Hasn't said an unkind word. Treats me fine. So, I worship the sun. But, I don't pray to the sun. Know why? I wouldn't presume on our friendship. It's not polite.

I've often thought people treat God rather rudely, don't you? Asking trillions and trillions of prayers every day. Asking and pleading and begging for favors. Do this, gimme that, I need a new car, I want a better job. And most of this praying takes place on Sunday His day off. It's not nice. And it's no way to treat a friend.

But people do pray, and they pray for a lot of different things, you know, your sister needs an operation on her crotch, your brother was arrested for defecating in a mall. But most of all, you'd really like to fuck that hot little redhead down at the convenience store. You know, the one with the eyepatch and the clubfoot? Can you pray for that? I think you'd have to. And I say, fine. Pray for anything you want. Pray for anything, but what about the Divine Plan?

Remember that? The Divine Plan. Long time ago, God made a Divine Plan. Gave it a lot of thought, decided it was a good plan, put it into practice. And for billions and billions of years, the Divine Plan has been doing just fine. Now, you come along, and pray for something. Well suppose the thing you want isn't in God's Divine Plan? What do you want Him to do? Change His plan? Just for you? Doesn't it seem a little arrogant? It's a Divine Plan. What's the use of being God if every run-down shmuck with a two-dollar prayerbook can come along and fuck up Your Plan?

And here's something else, another problem you might have: Suppose your prayers aren't answered. What do you say? "Well, it's God's will." "Thy Will Be Done." Fine, but if it's God's will, and He's going to do what He wants to anyway, why the fuck bother praying in the first place? Seems like a big waste of time to me! Couldn't you just skip the praying part and go right to His Will? It's all very confusing.

So to get around a lot of this, I decided to worship the sun. But, as I said, I don't pray to the sun. You know who I pray to? Joe Pesci. Two reasons: First of all, I think he's a good actor, okay? To me, that counts. Second, he looks like a guy who can get things done. Joe Pesci doesn't fuck around. In fact, Joe Pesci came through on a couple of things that God was having trouble with.

For years I asked God to do something about my noisy neighbor with the barking dog, Joe Pesci straightened that cocksucker out with one visit. It's amazing what you can accomplish with a simple baseball bat.

So I've been praying to Joe for about a year now. And I noticed something. I noticed that all the prayers I used to offer to God, and all the prayers I now offer to Joe Pesci, are being answered at about the same 50% rate. Half the time I get what I want, half the time I don't. Same as God, 50-50. Same as the four-leaf clover and the horseshoe, the wishing well and the rabbit's foot, same as the Mojo Man, same as the Voodoo Lady who tells you your fortune by squeezing the goat's testicles, it's all the same: 50-50. So just pick your superstition, sit back, make a wish, and enjoy yourself.

And for those of you who look to The Bible for moral lessons and literary qualities, I might suggest a couple of other stories for you. You might want to look at the Three Little Pigs, that's a good one. Has a nice happy ending, I'm sure you'll like that. Then there's Little Red Riding Hood, although it does have that X-rated part where the Big Bad Wolf actually eats the grandmother. Which I didn't care for, by the way. And finally, I've always drawn a great deal of moral comfort from Humpty Dumpty. The part I like the best? "All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put Humpty Dumpty back together again." That's because there is no Humpty Dumpty, and there is no God. None, not one, no God, never was. In fact, I'm gonna put it this way. If there is a God, may he strike this audience dead! See? Nothing happened. Nothing happened? Everybody's okay? All right, tell you what, I'll raise the stakes a little bit. If there is a God, may he strike me dead. See? Nothing happened, oh, wait, I've got a little cramp in my leg. And my balls hurt. Plus, I'm blind. I'm blind, oh, now I'm okay again, must have been Joe Pesci, huh? God Bless Joe Pesci. Thank you all very much. Joe Bless You!
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now my last question is...

Who the fuck is Joe Pesci?

i'm not actually against christianity. people who believes in it will continue to do so, there's nothing any tom, dick and harry can do about that. it's hard arguing about religion as it is very subjective in nature. anything can be interpreted in two ways.

but this george carlin is damn... blows me up everytime.

.thank god i didn't end up like tok rimau.

my car repair accumulated a whopping sum. i was shocked at the bill. but i guess it's needed since i will be heading on a long way trip across kl to penang.


but after getting it repaired, i heard sounds. whirring sounds. heck, it sounds even worse than before getting it repaired.

i went back and made a storm. they repaired it. it was some kind of ball bearings. they changed it for me.

FOC.

now that's after service and customer satisfaction!

thank god or I could've ended up like tok rimau here. [via]

muahahahaha! nasib baik aku check dulu! nyenyenye!

selalu mau biasa mau check ini barang sebelum jalan - pesanan dari Rajan.
i totally agree.

p/s: i also found some english bloopers. wtf does this mean?

it's trouble! I have fogot to be light in the connor. - some idiot
i wonder what would Disney say...?

.blitz is crazy.

i went over to thestar.com.my today. i saw something amusing.

it hit me right on the head with a very vivid imagination...

"blitz on motorcyclists"...

my mind went blank.

i clicked on it.

damn, i thought it was damn interesting and different. i was wrong. it was just any other today's news. nothing that tv smith's dua cen haven't covered.

why did i think it was interesting?

blitz is a football term.

3. Football A sudden charge upon the quarterback by one or more of the linebackers or defensive backs when the ball is snapped. Also called red-dog.
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i thought motorcyclists in malaysia was being tackled. now that would be a sight.

.foreplay.

warning, children under 18 are not encouraged to read. please read disclaimer before proceeding.

foreplay. the word alone evoke emotions of sensation. however to the common few, foreplay is.. like... still a damn alien term.

most men go direct to sex omitting foreplay. what they seldom understand is that foreplay plays an integral part in a healthy sexual relationship.

however, as i am sitting here in front of my computer i wonder what is foreplay? it differs from people to people right?

some people get excitement just from kissing (french style). other people get excitement from masturbation. i mean, those are extreme ends.

other type of foreplay might include, fetish activities, BDSM (Bondage "Sadomasochism"...sex maniac), or even sexual roleplaying.

ahha! now that I mention sexual roleplaying. how do people get turned on by sexual roleplaying? giving your gf a nurse costume or a Princess Leia suit justifies roleplay or do they need to act the part too?

maybe i shuould get back our drama costume from the library and prepare it in my cupboard just in case i might need it for erotic foreplay. i mean, animal roleplay are the p()rn instinct man!

now on to BDSM. WTF is bdsm? the way i see it, teenagers now are soooooooo freaking into BDSM. you wanna know why i came to this conclusion? well, the fact that they think they're cool wearing all those collars on their neck and those long lines of rope from their jeans. i mean, wtf is that for?

collar neck is usually a symbol of preference for BDSM!

i don't even want to get started on the punk or skinhead culture.

now what if.... you want roleplay and your other half prefers BDSM? man, that would be bad. don't give me the compromise shit. i mean, some people view bdsm as degrading while others view costume roleplay as degrading.

obviously, most of the time... girls get the foreplay advantage and only occasionally do the man get the foreplay advantage (depends on the girl lar).

how do I know?

Men are machines. they get orgasm from mechanical repetition of stroking and that's a fact. it's just a matter of how long before they ejaculate.

women, they're more complicated. they prefer getting mindfucked most of the time. (no, not fucking their brains off, it means they prefer emotional responses compared to physical responses)

so, know your foreplay!

p/s: i'm sooo fucking sorry if you're fucking offended by this post cause this is a post for one purpose, entertainment in my already boring life. it is also a blown up proportion of what i am thinking. so, pls don't get tooooo offended.

.the other creature.

girls are weird. when i say that i mean the whole population of them, not just a mere majority.

why do i come to this conclusion? there are numerous reasons. i believe they were born with some pyschology disorder screwed into their DNA.

the first disorder is called the "optional death" syndrome. why is it called optional death? because any option will lead to the death or demise of yourself.

e.g :

gf : this girl pretty or this girl pretty?

bf : both also not pretty. you are the prettiest.

gf : i am talking about these two girls lar.

bf : oh, if i have to choose then, that one lar.

gf : so, you like her lar.... !@#$%^~!.................................................

bf : WTF?

have you ever met this shit?

and the second disorder is called the "toothpick thin" syndrome. why? cause they're never satisfied until they look as thin as a toothpick.

gf : my [insert any body part here] is flabby. i need to slim down.

bf : but you haven't ate anything and you have been dieting for the past 10 months.

gf : you like to see me fat meh?

bf : but you look nice the way you are now.

gf : no lar, [so and so] said i fat ady lar.

bf : .......................

the third and final disorder is called the "death trap". no matter what you do, you die.

gf : do you love me?

bf : yes i do (answer instantly)

gf : you answer so fast no need to think one meh? har? you lie lar you!

or....

bf : yes i do (took some time)

gf : why you took so long to answer.. har? very hard is it this question. you ccb, go to die lar. we break up better lar if you need to even think for so long whether you love me or not.

bf : CCB.



you see, girls are creatures created by god to give us a hard time. and i hate it when guys reveal our secrets to these girls so that these girls can understand our mind. these are our exclusive secrets and just for some fame, they reveal the secret. you know those, "10 questions to ask your bf" and those kind of shit from women's magazine?

i'd not be surprised if it was written by males. i mean, which fucked up idiot reveals the secret trump card for just a few quick bucks. our whole civilization and our children depend on those secrets. and you wanna screw it for some quick buck? you people who reveal our secrets deserve a darwin's award!

what irks me more is when male conspire with female to make our life harder. i mean blog war was cool. faking it.. is plain BULL SHIT (bawang merah quote).

Vincent and Claire's self proclaimed bullshit fake blog war just fucking sucks, why? cause blog war is cool, no blog war = not cool.

another example of war mongering nobodies faking a war to make their life more significant. basically it just pisses ppl off.

now that's taking a side. my side.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

.pulau sibu sucks.

don't ask me why.

it just does.

can't be bothered to go next time.

.free press my ass.

in regards to the blog war...

whoever the fuck that begins to ramble about free press in other countries are fucking delusional. so STFU cause there really is no such thing as a free press.

i would love to dig and back up my comments but i'll just leave it here. don't believe me?

nvm.. i started searching already... see what trouble i have to go to for you dumb people?

Item: The White House called the president of NBC to discourage the network from airing interviews with Kitty Kelley, author of the new book about the Bush family that, among other things, alleges George W.'s cocaine use during his father's presidency.
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Readers, in millions of cases, have no way of finding out whether their newspapers are fair or not, honest or distorted, truthful or colored. Intelligent readers frequently ask for means of testing the press.

The easiest way is to buy copies of newspapers for a week or so, study them carefully, and compare news and headlines. If the reader does this with a news item about a strike in which he is a participant, or a mass meeting where he was a speaker or a listener, or some event where bias and perversion for special motives may enter, he will be able within one hour to find out which is the honest, which the dishonest newspaper. (Let him not be guided by his own bias if possible.)
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As terrible as it is to live in a nation where the press in known to be controlled by the government, at least one has the advantage of knowing the bias is present, and to adjust for it. In the United States of America, we are taught from birth that our press is free from such government meddling. This is an insideous lie about the very nature of the news institution in this country. One that allows the government to lie to us while denying the very fact of the lie itself.
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related links : war mongering

.brain bloopers.

she never fails to crackle us up with posts that do not need the processing power of a cow's brain.

it is ludicrous to throw a human being in jail for torturing animals because animals are not capable for self-conscious thoughts. They do not possess the ability to be self-aware, and therefore are not bestowed with the knowledge of their very existance.
and again...
Well before I digressed, I was saying that animals do not need to be pampered. I do not proclaim to be a frantic animal lover (only like them if they are cute; animal lovers, do you love cockroaches? Don't gimme bullshit, if you are an "animal lover" then you love all animals, else you are just a CUTE-LOVER), and nor do I have anything against people who are infatuated with animals...
p/s: cockroaches are PESTS, they are what we call in BM "Serangga perosak", thus we don't really need to freaking love them in any fucking way. in fact kill them as soon as you see them cause they not only are a pest but they might cause a disease epidemic... who knows right?
I hate it when people treat animals better than they treat humans!
i hate it too...

but do you really have to resort to this?

Yeah right kiddo, he only loves you coz he knows you will give him food. Why not test his love by sending him to your neighbour, who gives him tastier food from now on, and see if he returns? If he does, it is possibly coz your neighbour doesn't masturbate him and you do (out of love, you proclaim). Conditioned responses, all conditioned responses.
this reminds me so much of skinner's research on operant conditioning.

and guess what she is promoting...

Anyway, once again, before I digressed, I was saying that the Thais have made me realise that there is NO NEED WHATSOEVER TO PAMPER ANIMALS.

It is obvious the animals were kept in bad conditions, very bad conditions. The snakes were in mineral water bottles, the squirrels swung around via a string tied to their necks, and the puppies pushed around and allowed to lick every tourists' filthy hand.
in singapore puppies are not allowed to lick tourists' hands one meh?

i mean, i understand the notion of no need to PAMPER animals but... nevermind. i should let my cousin, a veterinarian in Singapore read this. hahaha!

Monday, November 14, 2005

.the end of a padini fiasco.

ok, i know it's been such a long time since this... however, due to time constraints (lazy lar) and examinations (excuses) I cannot be faulted ok?

the stress level for discourse analysis alone was ELECTRIFYING. dr.U's scary face does not really help matters. I mean, she is clever, that I have to hand it to her. but her "I don't give a fuck about you" attitude can really get on nerves sometimes. She really should not only bury herself in DA books. Go find some consolation in Communication books I say. It will certainly help eleviate your status in the hearts of many. Yes I say this as an advice because I like the subject but not the experience. She was a good one. She taught us to see things from a different perspective and be critical but still, respect cannot be mistaken for solidarity.

anyway, back to the topic.

after my letter of complain to Padini, Mr. Chan(Executive Director) e-mailed me. telling me that he will investigate stuffs and get back to me asap.

true enough in a few days, he e-mailed me back with his telephone no. asking me to either personally call him or leave him my phone number so that he could personally discuss the matter with me.

I have had an investigation done into the incident concerned and am indeed very disappointed that something like this had to happen while the company is actually in the midst of promoting a customer-centric culture.

I wonder if it is not too much to ask if I could have your contact number so that I can personally speak with you and provide you with an explanation of the incident. Considering how the festive holidays are just round the corner, I really do hope to have this whole matter resolved as soon as possible so that it would not look as if we were dragging our feet over the matter or being insincere in our efforts to address the issue.

Or alternatively, if you do not wish to have your contact number divulged, I can be contacted at 03 xxxx xxxx. This is my direct line and should you call and I do not answer the telephone, it means that I may have stepped out of my office to attend to meetings or perhaps even to answer a call of nature. By the way, I will be away for the whole of next week and if I cannot get to speak with you by this Friday, I hope to do so some time after next week.

I left him my contact no. and he called me after the deeparaya holidays.

He then proceeded to explain to me that the personnel involved was not supposed to catch me without solid proof. They are not permitted to catch a customer on account ofsuspicion. the customer always gets the benefit of a doubt.

all in all, he said that it was a fault that they are willing to bear.

they offered compensation.
Once again I would like to thank you for your kindness and patience in dealing with the matter. As a token of our appreciation, we will be sending you RMxxx worth of Padini Gift Vouchers for your spending pleasure. We will have the item sent to you over the next few days or so either by Poslaju or by courier.

I hope that you will continue to shop with Padini and perhaps you may also write to me or to our CCR dept again should you have any other suggestions for us to consider in raising our levels of customers service.
true enough, this came into my mail in two days.




so all in all, i guess the matter is resolved but i still doubt i will step into City Square's Padini again. Maybe in other shopping malls but definitely not this one.

adios.

.the principles of blog war.

war mongering among bloggers has gone to great heights. personally, to some extent, i just love it and at the same time hate it. i'm in a dilemma, on one hand, people fighting is good. intellectual debate screwed over difference of opinions are not to be missed. it's like debating about which one's better, "onions or garlic."

of course for me, garlic is the pawn!

anyway, blog police or no blog police, fighting is wrong. that's lesson no.3 in parenting. no. 2 is no throwing tantrums. no.1 would be "don't fucking shit or pee in your pants".

however, standing up for yourself and protecting your opinions and views can certainly be a worthy cause.

again, i'm confused.

the recent fucking hoo haa is really trivial. however, it has reached the tipping point. the one point where it makes sure whether the epidemic breaks out. this tipping point is the only difference between widespread epidemic and containment.

those participating are not really helping matters with snideful remarks that eleviate the tension. most of the posts just continued to hit, wham and bam a certain party. however, keep in mind this phrase "if you have nothing good to say, then have a nice hot cup of STFU!". do not eleviate tensions as people would most definitely retaliate to whatever shit it is you are spewing out of your mouth, regardless of how stupid or how intelligent your post is.

other third parties like yours truly included just sit back and watch the drama unfold cause basically there's nothing more interesting in the brogosphere than war mongering nobodies.

.finals over.

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da man is over and out!

p/s: more info on the padini fiasco coming up. glad to say that the problem has been solved sometime ago. thanks to the swift response from Mr. Chan. and then hor, my fucking computer damn tulan me now. cannot boot up also. 1 long beep. i suspect it's the ram or mobo. dunno lar, really screwed up lar.

i started packing today. can't wait to get back. all my shirts tucked in a bag looks really bloated. going to singapore and kl then back to pg.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

.pee-ed again.

ok ok, this is a mere personal and more detailed explanation of the fuck up that happened in my previous post. it happened a long long time ago, ok. when i was damn small, can?

fiction or truth? you decide:

Once upon a time, i mean a long long time ago. In a far far away place. There were two brothers, One was called timmy as was written in his super duper important birth proof cert. without that cert, he is a anak haram. Now, the more handsome brother but more "bin pueh kau" (thick skin) calls himself jimmy, although his very super duper important birth cert never has that small bit part but jimmy was clever. he dun care. he want also. so he started calling himself jimmy. clever leh!

Anyway, one day while jimmy was helping mom with the dishes, he very "da tulan" (fed up) with timmy because timmy got not much work. timmy was only cleaning the table, helping to feed the dogs and taking in the laundry.

"damn, so little things to do where can!" thought jimmy!

so, little jimmy go and screw the CCB timmy. he go there and start fucking timmy with voices that can kill a bird, his kukubird.. the one he keep, insisde his cage, always.

now, off topic, this kukubird of jimmy is very "da keng wan!" (GOOD). although kukubird is a bird, but it looks like a horse! it can sing, but only for girls, it can shoot but also only for girls. The kukubird's best friend is very important. It's name is RIGHT HAND. okok, too much but they very da good, meet everyday wan last time. However, the liquid on kukubird is very acidix so sometimes too much contact with RIGHT HAND also not good.

(I talking about using soap to bathe the bird lar, nabeh you all hamsap CB people!)

anyway, jimmy go and screw timmy. only to kena whallop by father-mee and mother-mee.

now, jimmy damn tulan ady! how can? i am the one! ok, I am neo, the ring bearer and the cheebye potter also cannot fight me. how come i still have to stay here and let these two people beat me up. i am da man! ok?

obviously, reading too much books is sometimes not good for your imagination.

now, jimmy very da clever, he keep quiet and say in his heart like every idiotic bad/evil mastermind..

"I'll get my revenge one day".

So with that, the whole family were quiet again.

Or at least they thought so...

(fast forward a few hours)

Now, in the middle of the night, jimmy would always wake up. So, today was no exception. Damn it, he had to go to the toilet again! What to do, his bladder was never good. And then he look at timmy's CB face. Still damn tulan with him!

(insert image of bulb flashing here)
"Ahha! I have an ideaa" thought jimmy.

You guessed it right. Jimmy went over to timmy's bed which is relatively easy as they share a room. He took his blanket and took it down. He made it to look like a pile of shit out of the blanket. Not literally but to look like. So it has more fabric in the middle.

Then, he continued to PEE on his blanket. Trying hard and hard to aim for the tip center of the fabric cause... got more cloth to absorb the water. muahahaha!

After relieving himself, jimmy felt relief x 2. Why? Because he had revenge and he also had relieved his bladder!

And that my friend is the end of the story.
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kidding,

since this was like the next best idea since sliced bread, jimmy continued to utilize the "pile, aim, shoot, relief" method a few more times.. in fact a few more times than timmy would've liked....

muahahahaha!

Well, the moral of the story is, never shit on your brother's blanket. Use something dissolve-able like PEE because biodegradable stuffs ROCK!

the end.

.i peed on his blanket.

yes, my brother told it all here, this is his version

Bro :

I’m gonna tell a particularly horrifying story that happened while we were still kids. I forgot the reason (as im sure has he), but he was mad at me for sumthing. I dunno wat, AND it wasn’t sumthing serious like stealing his girlfriend or stabbing his back or anything. Jus trivial, everyday sibling rivalry. Probably over who had to do the dishes or who gets the remote control or sumthing. Anyway, I forgot why, but he was FURIOS wif me tat 1 time (who hasn’t, hahaha…uhmm…back to the story). We were probably early teens or jus before. Anyway, it was jus a usual row, and I din suspect anything amiss when I went to sleep at night. HOWEVER…… when I woke up, I felt super weird. The blanket smelled like …..............…….PEE!!!!

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I AM ABSOLUTELY SURE I DID NOT WET THE BED, HHHMMMKKAAAYYYY….!!!

But then leh hoh…… wat was I suppose to do??? Go tell my mom izzit??? Cannot rite?? She will kill me then call me a bed-wetter! Oh no no no no no no!!! hahaha. So I pretended nothing happened. I mean, my pants was ok, jus the blanket! So every nite I jus pushed the blanket off n slept like normal…….. till laundry day, and my mom washed the blanket……

tats the end of it. fast forward a few years…..

me and my bro were jus sitting around shooting bulls when he suddenly said:

“Wah, I remember got one time when I was very very angry wif u, and I was so pissed, I peed on ur blanket while you were sleeping. Hahahahahaha. Eng kai.”

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CCB……………………
here's my version...
whatever it is, you deserved it bro!
"ENGKAI x 2"

Saturday, November 12, 2005

.chicken little.

chicken little just came out yesterday in malaysia. however, being the no.1 movie in the USA has spearheaded a good start for fans here in Malaysia.


After Chicken Little causes widespread panic--when he mistakes a falling acorn for a piece of the sky--the young chicken is determined to restore his reputation. But just as things are starting to go his way, a real piece of the sky lands on his head. Chicken Little and his band of misfit friends, Abby Mallard (aka Ugly Duckling), Runt of the Litter and Fish Out of Water, attempt to save the world without sending the town into a whole new panic.
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the movie started off very nicely but predictably. however, as it progresses on, i was beginning to feel like it was a teen lovey dovey flick. thank god it wasn't.

the movie is in a word, funny. yes, the people in disney tried really hard to incorporate this part.

the characters are cute but there was no real graphic revolution here. it was .. urm.. normal lar.

anyway, the movie is a good family movie. however it lacks intellectual processing (since it's a kid movie, whaddaya expect!).

overall, i'd give this movie a solid 6/10 just for being funny!

Friday, November 11, 2005

.sundae.

I have a friend who's very childish and loves junk food and all those kind of shit. it never ceases to amaze me how gummi bears or chocolate, ice cream, lollipop and all those shit will get her all ecstasified.

anyway, today she's bugging me again while we were in jusco.

her: i want to eat McD sundae. Sundae.
me: you want sundae, i also want mar... I want saturday.

her: Chee Bye!
listening to : jay chou's latest MTV. the re-incarnation one.

.what i did during my hols.

now, i wouldn't say i did fantastic things during my holiday but it was ... how to put it... in one word?

relaxing.

yes, this holiday is more subdued compared to the past cause there's basically less people there. and we all want a piece of a peaceful life.

however, we did manage to catch up through yam cha session and all those shit.

we went to futsal. i didn't know there this such AWESOME futsal stadium in butterworth. it charges 70 dollars an hour roughly but for 10 person, it'll come around 7 dollars per person. the field was nice. everything was good in the futsal field. but i was damn pissed off cause i got no boots and no shorts, so i had to lend.


another person's sticky butthole fabric up my butthole and so on.. but it's ok. i don't mind sharing clothes... with male of course. female, depends... hahaha!

anyway, we went also went deepavali-ing. this pic was taken in Thana's house (far right)


besides than that, here's a panoramic view of my mum and my sis watching some tvb drama called war and beauty (now in astro tvb WLT) but we bought the dvd. man, we gulped it all up (the whole 30 freakin episodes in 2 freaking days.) how fucking superb. i never knew my mom was soooooo fucking into tvb.


during the occasional tvb, we went out for dim sum. mom sponsor wan lar! like i said, going out with mom is the best! really da bomb! kidding.


i also managed to catch the infamous glimpse of a fire in a chocolate factory in mak mandin.


a lot of cars and bikes were there for kapo-ing. naturally, i took a photo but this chee bye car just had to cover it suddenly. dun worry i wasn't driving at that time!


oh yeah, when i came back here. the whole tmn university was always having electricity interruptions. it's ok now but it sure did piss me off that few days. somemore finals coming soon. so fuck you TNB.

nvm, that's beside the point.

anyway, we were out eating dinner when suddenly the lights went off! MCH, how to see my food. some people used hp lights. i used my k700i camera lighting mode to shine on my food.

then the worker there come out with candles. KNN, eat candlelight dinner. dun play play! so ROMANTIC my ass....


after 5 minutes in candlelight mood, the lights came back on... just when the chicks are getting all mushy cutesy.

i shout out loud again.. CHEE BYE TNB!


nvm.

now you see how da boring my life is?

oh, head over to watch kenny sial in mr. brown's latest show!