The Ding is The King

2012

2012-01-16T10:34:00.007+08:00

the morning breeze slither through the window grills pushing gently on the curtains and somewhere out there, the rumbling sound of a motorcycle engine which resists to be turned on and all the dreams scatter and run away into the dark. it is on days like these -days that i do not have to wake up to the phone alarm, a favorite song back then ten years ago- that i am grateful that i have enough sleep and that i have a feeling that today will be a good day. there's this spark of joy firing up the reactors within me as i push away the blankets get down from bed and run down the stairs and skipping a few steps just for good measure.

the phone rings and there's the reminder for an assignment due tomorrow and then all the other whatineedtodos come rushing and barging and darting in at once. today i shall procrastinate like any other day and indulge myself in this warm bath of sunlight and the neighborhood orchestra- a blend of chatters and engines and life- and pretend to be a king in this little fortress of mine, with walls of papers and books, right in front of the laptop. lecture starts at 130 and i have a feeling that i might be late. but it's alright because i have a feeling that it's going to be a good day.

we only meet at farewells and funerals.

2011-11-20T19:24:00.001+08:00

and we joke and laugh. and we cry and mourn. we look at the one we have to bid farewell to - in the coffin, at the gate, all the same - and wave our hands. we talk to them trying to persuade them to stay on - at least a little bit longer. we ask them to take care when we realize that's not going to happen. we'd repeat the same questions and hope for an answer we would want to hear. we walk closer when they say its time to leave. we hug the alive and embrace the dead in our hearts. we stare at them when they leave as if they'd come back if we stared harder. we pound on the window panes and the wooden box when they leave and hope they'd look back one more time. we cry again and we mourn again. and the moment before they disappear from sight, we hold our breaths, grasping any tiny chance of hope around and in the end disappoint ourselves again. they leave, never looking back.

we say 'keep in touch.'-despite the fact that we always never do- , wave, and leave for our respective homes.

then we say hi again when someone has to leave us. all the same again.

goodnight.

2011-11-14T00:01:00.001+08:00

here's silence marching on the road with proud strides and an air of arrogance. the trees stood still at attention and the dim roadlights stopped flickering. a cat which was purring gently at the air on the wall paused and looked around. something's out there. her pupils dilate but there was nothing for her to focus on. silence chuckled and waved gently at her. she stood up alerted and with swift movements jumped off the wall and scurried away. without looking back. somewhere near where silence stood a car alarm went off. he frowned, walked over and patted the car gently. the alarm stopped and the snoring from within the house resumed.

oh look the lights are still on in this house.

silence stood right in front of the door and smiled. his spread his arms and closed his eyes and then the smile on his face broaden. he began to grow in size. he grew and grew until the window on the upper floor was at his eye level. and he walked towards the house. he diffused through under the doors and crept in from the window. he rolled across the living room and crawled up the stairs. he walked in to the only room where the light was still on and never bothered to close the door behind.

the boy was alarmed and shocked to see him in his room. silence only smiled and opened his mouth. he engulfed the boy.

across the road the cat stared blankly at the house and thought she heard a scream.

Orientation

2011-09-17T01:37:00.001+08:00

has it only been three weeks? three weeks since I introduced myself in front of a bunch of juniors in that small crappy room like a failed job interview despite the infinite times I ran through the introduction in my mind during lectures earlier that morning. i was looking at a group of blank and lost faces who stared back at me and laughed dryly at the jokes I tried to crack and thinking to myself that they must be thinking to themselves who the fuck is this.

but now.

it only seemed like a few moments ago that i was cheering screaming laughing pelvic thrusting with them and there were many times I wished I were with them instead of getting stuck in a room with a woman that read so slow the dinosaurs relived and became fossils again or in a hall where the only thing I see on the screen is all their faces, all enthusiastic and looking ready and set to do something exciting. i must admit that i did dreamt of them. then again, it felt like I was going through orientation all over again. it definitely did not feel like three weeks to me. it only felt like a day and yet, like we have been friends for so long. they were so real, free of false pretenses and had nothing to hide. i wonder at times that if the wall that I had around me still stands as firm as strong as rigid as it used to be. then I realize that there must have been a crack somewhere and something must have seeped through.

here's to new friends and unexpected friendships.

Ivy by the road.

2011-09-13T20:33:00.001+08:00

raindrops hit the windscreen like little bombs from the ever gray skies. and if one were to notice, each raindrop hits the pane and more little raindrops bounce off and hit the pane and again and again until kingdom comes. for one moment, the windscreen is clear of the pelting raindrops and the next, its not. it's magic at its best, the thin little back hands say, now you see it now you don't. the road is lit up with dim red lights that brighten and stay in their positions for a while, dimmed down and move on. on the other side, yellow lights pass by, sometimes followed with a splash of water across the windscreen. within this enclosed compartment, there is only silence.

sometime later, the skies smiled and i thought i saw an ivy woke up, stretched it's vines and crept slowly up the spine of a tree by the road.

Can you see the sun?

2011-08-19T21:50:00.002+08:00

a blind person could see again but he got so afraid of what he saw he stabbed himself blind.

Santa in Summer.

2011-07-22T14:56:00.004+08:00

There was a house renovation across the road.

And there was a man by the door. A laborer as everyone would have assumed and guessed correctly. Tall, a rather big tummy I would say. He was shoveling dirt off the ground and into the cart and sweat was all over his face like little streams. He had a short pony tail and his hair was white where the roots were and black at the ends. Occasionally when he stopped, he would wipe the sweat away from his face with the towel hanging over his neck, and then he would touch his goatee and look straight ahead not focusing on any object but probably back into the past.

I thought I saw a twinkle in his eye but the sun was scorching up above and it could have been just my eyes. I walked up and said hello. We exchanged simple greetings and smiled and I walked to a side and watch him resume shoveling. Just right before his shovel hit the dirt, he turned to me and asked me

do you believe in santa claus?

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at him. Then he turned back and looked into the distance, probably into the past again, and said

you know kids back then used to believe in santa claus. they would do all sorts of things to make sure that they get their presents from santa claus. even parents believe in santa claus back then. they would leave a cup of milk and some cookies by the fireplace for him. but those were the days back then when electricity did not exist yet.

He stopped, sighed and continued

then as time went by, children began to doubt if santa claus exist. and some parents began to tell their children that santa claus was but a hoax for the children to be good kids. but those parents, they were bad kids when they were younger. so how would they have known? how would they?
eventually their kids grew up and told their kids the same thing and it went on for generations.

He paused for a while and looked at his feet then went on

the people still sang my name. they still talk about me but they didn't believe in me anymore. how ironic it became i was all over the place but they didn't believe in me anymore. no more, not like back in those days. no more. they sealed their fireplace and installed electrical ones. the new houses did not even have a chimney for me to fall down into anymore. they installed alarms and all sorts of high tech stuff that still makes no sense to me. i couldn't get into the house or if i did i would have been caught and charged. i stopped what i did.

He continued on with his work and filled up the cart then he pushed it off into the house. I stood there not knowing what to say till someone tapped my shoulder and I turned around. It was the lady living next door. She started off

did he tell you that he's santa claus? that guy's loony. you'd want to watch out in case he went amok.

Then she walked into her house with a smirk across her face. I decided to walk back home and when I turned back for a last glance at the old man he was standing there inside the house looking right at me, this time, I was sure that there was a twinkle in his eye.

tell me where you want to go.

2011-07-05T20:51:00.007+08:00

here's a forest filled with thick dense cement blocks, the roads conquered by roaring vehicles, the night brightened up by neon lights and above all, scattered with life. the city's a maze. streets interconnected, taking you everywhere, anywhere but always somewhere. somewhere that tells you that serenity may not only come in the form of high mountains and green foliage. every where's a picture. here, the pace is faster, the escalator, the steps, the everything. even the day and the night. people here walk pass you without even realizing your presence as long as you are not in their way.
this has gotta be the good life. i've heard this from a song but it could be so true. the conference was amazing. the people were. everyone was. i've made new friends and some really close ones. i was myself back there and i had nothing to hide. i snored in lectures like no one's business and got really drunk in front of people i have only known for a few days. i have already began to miss the times we strolled in the streets either to get to mackes(as the australians would have put it) or 7-11 or the local cafes to get supper, and all the while laughing at really silly things we did in the day. i had fun from the morning till i went to bed in the wee hours of the morning. the only thing i had to worry about was nothing.
i love the walk down the harbor in the night where the whole hongkong island comes in sight. i love standing in the junctions, listening to the rapid beep of the traffic light, the many pedestrians that walk across the road and the many cars that drive by. i love the people here how they stare at you when you're slow, but always ready to help despite the grumpy tone. i love the malted vitasoy, something i have to have two packets everyday. i love the convenience store they have all over the place the cool air in it that brings a big difference in the summer. i love the tunnels underground that lead you to so many exits that when you emerge a new undiscovered place greets you.
maybe i'll find it a dull place if i were to live in there but for now i'm addicted and i just can't get enough.

restless

2011-05-06T20:49:00.004+08:00

any time now the words on the paper start to run away from the paper. there is a ball for them, a short distance away right next to the edge of the table. it evolves into a carnival sooner and when i try to grab them and cramp them back to where they belong, they scatter off in different directions and they start to laugh and sneer and jeer at me. at my very naive thought of being in control. i look away and up at the walls that surround me. are they closer than they were? and before i could find an answer, they start to scream in my face, into my ears, inside me. then these walls close in. i look at the thin fine gap between the door and the floor and there's this tiny speck of hope that sprouts like a new seedling in a thunderstorm. is someone going to come by? will they know if these walls had eaten me alive? i think of many faces now. but the shrills - the screams had gotten on a new level now - flushes these images away. the carpeted floor beneath me cracks and opens up. it's only emptiness down there.

i pack my bag and leave.

i wake up

2011-05-01T23:38:00.002+08:00

to see the cream-colored ceiling staring blankly back at me.

there is an ache in my neck but I let it be. the smooth wooden surface of the floor is all that feels the tip of my fingers. for a second this place is alien to me. the humid air that floods my nostrils the next moment tells me where i am. are you inspired? the question is not funny today or probably it never was. my arms move around the floor my hands reaching out trying to grab a sense of time. I stop and wonder why even bother? the time here is dry and monotonous. I turn around and spread my hands and legs out. my limbs are hard, like the wood. i stay as I am and wait for something to happen. the vibration of my phone, someone calling my name, a heavy downpour, a dog barking, a long fearful shriek or the vibration of my phone. I wait and I start to imagine my own seconds ticking off the ennui that never grows old. but nothing happens. I give up and let the flatness of this space consume me once more and I close my eyes and I wander off in my slumber.

sometime later i wake up and the cream-colored ceiling stares blankly back at me. again.

And

2011-04-01T20:47:00.000+08:00

You wouldn't have known
that the rose had bloomed
and yes, so passionately
and fierce and aggressive
when the night arose from it's slumber

and

you wouldn't have known
that when the clock chimed ten
spirits of the wind dropped by
greeted the flower
and shook him gently by the stem
with the utmost politeness and all
but when they left
he was slightly to the right

and

you wouldn't have known
that when the stars were staring down
at you in bed dreaming about them
he shed off a piece of himself
which had bled and dried up a dark crimson red
and it had stained the other pieces

and

you wouldn't have known
that sometime when the stars got tired
and decided to turn in
and decided to cover themselves
in blankets of clouds
it rained just like that
and pelted on him the rain did
like cannon balls and missiles
they shook him badly
and they took him down

and

you wouldn't have known
that after that heavy rain
when the dusk was creeping in behind the mountains
a morning breeze came by
and wept across the rose
caressing the now limp and almost dead
and when she left
he fell off his stem, beheaded
off the fifteenth floor

and

you wouldn't have known
because you wouldn't have seen
a rose, withered and dead
it's core still a tiny speck of bloody red
waltzing outside your balcony
because you were looking elsewhere

so how would you have known?

Write a letter to your best friend who is overseas telling him how you are recently.

2011-03-15T21:03:00.001+08:00

Dearest Nigel,

How are you? How is the weather over there? I hope this letter finds you in the pink of health. I am fine here, so are my family and my pet turtles.

Firstly, I would like to wish you happy birthday, selamat hari jadi and 生日快乐 from your motherland.

Then I would like to tell you about how my first three weeks of university were like. I had orientation for the first two weeks. It was fun. I made a lot of new friends. I tried to pick up a few girls like how you taught me. Some were successful but some were not. There was a girl who looked so fierce I stopped talking to her after a few sentences. wtf.

There are only a few people that I know from my batch, and only one was from the previous class in taylor’s and the other few were from bs1 and bs2. Oh. And then there’s Divar. I also met Irfan, who so happened to be my orientation group senior. Okay, back to what I was saying for the orientation. The orientation was muddy and tiring but it was really fun.

We have lecturers from Sri Lanka and Myanmar. The Sri Lanka lecturers are usually almost bald, short-sighted, mostly with a small tummy, talk with a very strong Indian accent and tend to shake their heads a lot when they talk. Just like what you see from the movies. But some of them are really good. YET, I still don’t know all the names of my lecturers. HAHA.

How is life like over there? I would like to hear from you soon. Take care. And send my regards to err, whoever is closest to you there (?) hahahaha.

Your’s sincerely,

Ding

the idea of going to school

2011-02-20T20:19:00.005+08:00

the idea of going to school or if you do mind, a university, after 8 months of not going to a proper education center is pretty exciting.

the idea of going to school and interacting with a lot of people, relatively to that many people that i interacted with during these 8 months of recluse is a little terrifying.

the idea of going to school and realizing the major difference in the life i have been leading for the past 8 months up till now and the probably hectic or disciplined life of a student is quite uncomfortable.

the idea of going to school and then making a fool out of myself when i am not that sober is really embarrassing.

the idea of going to school is starting to sound dreadful and i think i should stop. wtf.

anyway, this is so true. ahahahahhaha.

When they run out of ideas,

2011-01-18T13:38:00.004+08:00

they'd literally build anything, even a tit. lol wtf.

2011

2011-01-02T11:26:00.001+08:00

on eve's the family clan sat down round the long table and played cards. among the chatter and the cheers when a good hand of cards come into play, I heard my uncle said how the people in their time used to celebrate. someone in the neighborhood would throw a party in the house, send out invitations and friends would bring along their crush or their partners to come along. and they would dance and party and move along with the funky beats that ripple across the house from the throbbing speakers. and one could not help but to imagine the clothes that they wear, the hairdo and the make up they put on, and the old school dance moves that they have. and then not much longer in future years the role changes and the audience become the storyteller and someone younger becomes the audience.

the past is behind and a new year offers a chance to let go and to reform and to change. and to let go of all the negative thoughts and desires and memories that intoxicate the mind. then accepting the fact of growing up and then start to act like one. and finally now, to change out of my sleeping clothes wtf.

then I end this post with a line used countless times before - ah. how time flies.

In the 21st century

2010-12-22T20:47:00.001+08:00

Meditating is not sufficient for you to reach God. You need a handsfree as well.

Waking up

2010-12-06T08:43:00.000+08:00

and going down to the dining hall to realize that the typical Malaysian breakfast is not there to greet you. walking down the streets of this foreign city and then coming to know that my national language is useless. the sun still shines brightly above the head and yet the air is much cooler than it is back home. strolling in the markets and then awing at how much make up the girls here put on. discovering new food that doesn't taste good at all at almost every corner. and the waking up again in my uncle's house with his dog licking my hand. wtf.

Hello Taiwan.

Often

2010-11-20T23:18:00.002+08:00

i wonder how i pass my time.

until then.

On death #1

2010-11-03T14:00:00.003+08:00

death arrives today.

like any other day, the sky is a faint blue with puff of white clouds hovering within. the trees are green and lively, the birds singing that same ole' song in that monotonous chirp. the blooming flowers are radiant and there is a gentle breeze that sweeps across the grass like how you ruffle a boy's hair. and there's nothing amiss about the urgent ringing of the phone because today is like any other day.

death strikes today.

into the hearts of those who loved the dead-like a hammer's blow-shattering the strongest defenses. and like a running tap, the tears flow and hang loosely by the sides of the chin. they sway, shake and the droplets give in to gravity. silent screams of protest echo in the hearts. the denial of fact is useless- what good is it to reviving the dead?- but nevertheless, they shout to the dead and bid farewell.

few days after the celebration of a coming of age and now the mourning of death. how ironic. how fucking ironic.

when i think too much.

2010-10-16T22:20:00.007+08:00

it's amazing how songs are able to capture feelings and details of precise moments and bring them back to me every time i listen to a particular song. the feeling lingers for some time, or at other times, they just become the song. and then, there are songs that i skip away for certain reasons and when the familiar chords waltz their way into my ears once more after a period of time, the details and the emotions come darting in as well. and for a brief moment, my thoughts wander off and the song becomes silent, and the emotions become the notes, and memories become the lyrics, and the song becomes melancholic. then, i come to myself and it is but a song.
oh. the randomness.

I could have been a singer.

2010-10-06T16:37:00.002+08:00

Was clearing out files when i saw this report card which is actually just a piece of paper.
A further look at the comment the Music teacher gave me, i believe he was trying to say that
... I would have been someone like Justin Bieber if Youtube had existed back then.

Collectors alert!

2010-09-26T13:12:00.003+08:00

You want?

And then sometimes.

2010-09-19T23:14:00.002+08:00

the world looks like it could use a good smile.

On parting.

2010-09-08T20:34:00.003+08:00

and again.

the seemingly endless wide four-lane highway. the bare lands by the road. the big billboards with the trying-to-impress-you punchline and the over-sized stewardess with the million dollar smile to welcome/saybaibaito you. the newly painted yellow lines that lie across the road, reflecting the sunlight, more or less an annoyance. the hand - like a pre-programmed robot - that keeps reaching out from the box.

and again.

the random topics in the car. the occasional jokes followed by the laughs that evaporate into thin air within seconds. the songs -all songs, all genres, all artists- only sang melancholic tunes. the gray silence. the uneasiness that crept under the skin. the eye contacts, and then a forceful smile. the unheard sighs. the peaceful humming of the engine pushing all the way to a hundred. the woman's voice from the phone giving directions.

and again.

the blue chip from the automated machine. the lifts and the escalators where nothing is being said. the few counters with some/many people lining up. Ah and look there is our friend. the familiar face with a smile. the cheerful note in his voice. the dry laugh. the patting of shoulders. the exchanging of glances. the excitement and the blues dancing in the air. the sudden silence again. the occasional peek at the watch. Time's up and i have to go he says. the heavy footsteps headed for the counter. the tear glands all up and ready for work. the hugs - never too long but always tight. the pumping of blood into the eyes and the tears. and the tears. and the nose are all clogged up and no voice comes out from the throat. someone passes a tissue. but the one crying - either the mum or the son or both - never realizes who. and the dad. the dad is always silent. the dad is always cool. but the dad, the dad feels as heavyhearted as the mum and the dad never shows it. the dad says bai to the son, take care young man and walks away. everyone looks at their mutual friend and says the same thing. takecare, goodluck, seeyousoon, keepintouch. and he walks down the escalator. everyone starts to follow him from above and they keep waving. he waves back from below. he moves past a counter and he disappears from sight. everyone tries to keep in pace with him. and as they move on to the next spot where they can see him walk, they doesn't notice that the dad-the dad is always cool. the dad is always silent- was standing at a corner waving at the son. they pound on the glass for his attention. he looks up and wave. yes everyone, wave back and smile. and then he disappears again. everyone moves on. look he's there! and wave again. say bai even he cant hear it. and then he turns around and wave then disappears for the last time. everyone turns around and start walking back. silence pervades the air.

and again.

goodbye my friend. you've been the one. you've been the one for me.

today

2010-08-12T21:45:00.000+08:00

feels like a nightmare. it still haunts me at the thought of it. i take all that comes after. being nice to me is like stabbing me in the heart. so don't. saying i tried my best is definitely one of the worst excuses of the time. so don't either. i know what i am capable of and my best, call me proud or call me boastful but my best is definitely not this. and the hand that laid on my shoulder, the hand felt like hot iron burning through my skin. the words they said felt like needles pricking on my heart. i see, i hear and i feel the disappointment. despite how they say it's alright, i know it's not. i bring shame to them more than i do to myself. i try to sleep but there is a throbbing pain in my head that hammers again the skull. i remember someone said that if one does not have the qualifications, then he does not have the right to pursue his own dreams. that line, like an echo, races through my mind again and again. how true of that.

the least expected often barge into your life like a lightning strike. a contact of what? 2, 3 seconds? and the aftershock is hard to recover from. i heard what had become true today as a joke few weeks before. the joke being that the confidence i showed was merely because i thought i was right when i was not. turns out that the joke that i had laughed at became something i am crying over. what a joke it was. i thought of death. and i thought of hiding away. but where i do not know. my friend tells me to face the facts. i know, why would i not? i would definitely say the same thing to someone like me. but somehow i couldn't do it. they still talk to me like nothing happened. they still text me like everything's alright. i can't look them in the face and here, i apologize to everyone for everything.

a very simple conversation or a simple gesture of goodwill now becomes the most painful thing ever. i can't get myself over with this and this definitely feels like the end of the world to me. until i feel better again, don't comfort me.

Hahas, lols and bais.

2010-08-06T20:54:00.013+08:00

and it is on days like these - boring days when the little boxes next to the people i want to talk to ain't green and i get to entertain myself by strumming endlessly on the same guitar chords for hours or replaying a video of me lip syncing on ipod and laugh blankly- that i come to realize i don't have that many friends as i might seem to have(which sounds pretty impossible if according to the number of friends i have on social websites). oh wait. a second look at the contact list and then there's this one friend that i have not been talking to for how long again? i clicked and the conversation window with the once familiar background comes in sight. i run my fingers across the 26 keys and i didn't know which one to start with. i hesitated and closed the window. what is there to talk about after asking howdoyoudo and finethankyou? haha, lol and bai? i suck at conversations and coming up with topics to brag on without preparation. in other words, i suck at maintaining friendship, relationships and blablablacksheeps wtfiknow. the only people i go out with nowadays are the few people that are ultimately close to me. either they had been there with me since primary school or they had bathed with me together or wrestled me on the floor or slept with me in my bedroom or many other little things that still puts a smile to my face whenever i think of them. it's not that [ somerandomyou ] can't make me smile but somehow i had built walls around me since the last relationship. after all, you only get hurt from the people closest to you, no? anyway, i digressed.

despite me telling myself all these and to perhaps, stop shutting myself in, i still can't guarantee you that you won't get haha, lol and bai from me the next time. at least, i promise i'd make myself sound a little more enthusiastic which after all, you can't see my face and i can't see yours either, so. =)

also, a video that i find pretty amusing. look at the boy's mouth from 0:49, he's like restraining himself from laughing. lol.

oh. and 0:38 is also epic. hahaha.

Why you should buy a new house

2010-07-31T20:44:00.005+08:00

You walk into a house and you feel like this is home. This is where you want to stay. Everything up to the patterns of the tiles in the toilet fits your dream house description. You know this is home. Awesome rite?

Of course that would be awesome if you weren't staying in it when the house is undergoing renovation. And the toilet tiles? It takes a hundred gazillion hours of looking through all the tiles in the show room to find the perfect match that is black and white.

Let me tell you what. Don't renovate your house. Save the trouble and save the money and go get a new one.

Now, there's this site called Propwall that has all the top properties and most wanted properties in Malaysia and etc etc. Simple steps to find your dream house there i can assure you. Find the location where you would want your house to be at the PropertyHotSpots and then click on one of the little monopoly houses that has a fancy name which suits you because your house should have a name just like mine which i call it the Belltower because dingdongbell wtf.

Anyway, if you dont really care about the location and all you want is like for example, the perfect match of toilet tiles, you can browse through their arsenal of 40000 pictures which i suppose you will find something that matches your taste.

Then again, your dreamhouse don't come free and if you want to sell your old dilapidated house away, Propwall is also your solution to find buyers that think dilapidated houses are cool. Of course, if you do not have enough money to spare on buying your dream house, then why not consider renting it? Better still, start investing to earn money so that you can get your dreamhouse in the near future.

Anyway, back to the Belltower wtf.

The Belltower is still undergoing renovation and Master Bell Junior is still stuck in Belltower for god knows how long and has run dry on inspirations which once again becomes an excuse for the almost dead blog.

Touching on my what?

2010-07-13T21:29:00.004+08:00

If you want to 1__me i wont say no. Touching on my 2__while i am touching on your 3__ you know that we are gonna 4__cause i don't give a 5___.

Gosh. Fill it in for me, would you?

How to rot away.

2010-07-05T13:38:00.004+08:00

Gosh. It has been ages since the last post. *blows off dust*

I know. What to do? I was so busy with erm. rotting away.

All my inspirations have rotten altogether as well. I have been kept at home for way too long. I have been restricted to all inspiration sources. I need to go out. *reachesouthandforhelp*

If you are thinking that rotting is awesome and you wonder how to rot away, you can start off by sitting in a corner and just sit there and then keep sitting. Sooner or later, you will start to find mushrooms, maggots and all rotting stuff on you.

Anyway, if you have not been seeing me for a very long time, this is what i look like now.

yes. those are fungi. i am now the fungi man. wtf.

p/s please dont be afraid of me. i do not have fungi on me. seriously.

Life in a club.

2010-06-21T11:22:00.001+08:00

You know you are in a club when your ear drums are drumming madly, there are strangers around you, and you really feel like hitting someone in the face because of the mad music.

My house is currently under renovation, and it definitely feels the same.

The test had made me pregnant, but that's okay.

2010-06-10T01:25:00.006+08:00

I woke up on the last day of the exam and felt nauseous. And then i realised i had not been menstruating for a month, which means..Yes. I am pregnant. wtf.

The pregnancy made me late for the exam and when i got in the whole room was looking at me like they've never seen a handsome guy before, not like that they never seen me before, probably just not enough i guess.

Anyway, the crazy part came after the examintations. Met up with qianglin and asked paul to join in. Went for chilli panmeee. =D and then to the batting cage at One Utama and for bowling. Then, the awesome part came. We went to the Ampang Look Out Point without a map! Pretty cool huh.

Took us approximately 2 hours to get there. Jam session and missing out the turns for five times included. haha wtf.

But everything was worth it. The whole city was shining back at you. Street lamps flickering. Car lights crawling. Buildings looked like as if a hundred of candles were lit up on them. And the air was so cool that my hotness actually faded a little.
Man, ma guitar's test in like 15 hours' time. But it still feels freaking awesome to get rid of all the papers on the wall. =D

p/s fyi, i have never experienced menstruation.

Where am i?

2010-05-26T23:52:00.002+08:00

I am at the moon now.

wtf.

McMahatir™

2010-05-17T13:13:00.004+08:00

Was browsing through facebook when i came across this. So unrelated. Mcdonald's and Mahatir. oh wait.

Don't want to get caught by the ISA cause i still have an A2 test to finish. So, i'll let you guys do the imagination lar. hahaha. wtf.

The Epic Battle.

2010-05-13T09:07:00.008+08:00

The last day of college worked it's way into the heart and unleashed the sentimentality within each and everyone. People were hugging along the corridors, taking pictures with all the people they had stalked for the past 18 months or so, the stalkers smiling like they've never smiled before and the stalked ones with forced smiles on their faces. Either way, it was a sad day.

But not for me and faris. He hated lard! How on earth could someone even hate lard when it's like the best food around? In the end, on that very fateful day, we came to decide that only a fight would bring the argument to rest.

In the end, Ganesh the awesome Indian came to the rescue. He strangled faris to death. Indians are so cool. wtf.

No malays or chinese were harmed in the making of the fight. And this post has nothing to do with race discrimination. And this is i think, a non-halal post, cuz it's got lard involved. Anyway, long live the Indians! XD

p/s this is faris's version.

With 900 bucks, you get...

2010-05-04T16:19:00.004+08:00

150 McD set lunch meals.
90 movies.
20 petrol refills.
25 new stephen king novels. 1 new phone.

22 bouquet of roses to impress 22 different girls. Fail 21 times and still have my 22nd chance. wtf.

or you could just use it to settle the aftermath of a car accident. fuck.

If i am a mouse,

2010-04-29T15:34:00.003+08:00

then the purple sheet under me would be a mousepad. wtf.

Hear me, hear me.

2010-04-19T15:41:00.005+08:00

If you have had a meal with me before, then you would know that i do not eat meat but not fish and a little seafood.

Well, if you are wondering why is it so, let me tell you.

#1. I do not eat meat because it's a respect for living life.

#2. I am trying to save the environment. My theory was proven true by the april issue of NationalGeographic magazine which states that humans are running out of fresh water. Many countries are unable to provide clean water for their people.

It takes 1857 gallons of water to produce one pound of beef, 1382 for one pound of sausage, 756 for pork and 469 for chicken. No water was needed to produce one pound of fish. Fish lives in the salty sea. See?

I save water by eating fish/seafood. =D

#3. Mcdonald's has the best fishburger around town that i can't resist. XD

So, stop eating meat today. Saves water okayy. hahaha.

p/s and in case you haven't noticed, i don't eat fish which comes in the shape of fish unless forced by my parents only. Other than that, I eat fish that does not look like fish. hahaha.

If i have abs.

2010-04-07T23:59:00.005+08:00

Bui and Jenny said that i can never have abs. Because my face would not match my body then. So i tried to imagine myself with abs and here's a visualization of what you will get.

I think it's fine, no?

Bon Apetit!

2010-03-31T21:51:00.005+08:00

If you people, whoever you are -other than those whom I see everyday- had not seen me for quite some time since the last time you saw me, whenever it is, it's because i was stuck to my trials.
Farrk you trials. you made me missed out so many good things. damn you. =)

Anyway, if you were to think that i have started to fall in love with my papers/books/notes, no. On the other hand, i have instead, fallen in love with...

eating ~~sinfully sweet food~~brain food. wtf. haha.

So today, imma teach you guys how to make Damien's finger lickin good strawberriliciouschocolateysandwich ! =D

Get some crackers, some icecreamballs with chocolatepeanut coating, and strawberryjam.
Smear a tablespoon of strawberryjam over the cracker and then place the chocolateicecreamball on top of it.
Take another piece of cracker and put it right on top. Then all you have to do is to sandwich them together and press it hard so that the strawberry jam is flowing out of the edges.
Finish it up and lick the plate clean.

Now, back to making love with physics. =S

blablabullshit.

2010-03-28T21:11:00.004+08:00

Heaven is the bed when you have worked your ass off for the whole day but you still have to keep it moving.

Fuck. So near yet so far.

One day, when you grow up to be me.

2010-03-19T17:39:00.002+08:00

"Dad! Where are you? "

In desperate times and desperate measures.

2010-03-13T22:20:00.004+08:00

There are times like this, on a very random day, that we come to realise that our hero - one to lead us, to guide us, and to stand up for us- may actually be among one of us.

To the hero, we salute you.

p/s i wonder why the hero looks so familiar. hmmm...

I french kissed a car, and i don't like it.

2010-03-07T14:43:00.006+08:00

It's not what good drivers do, but i just couldn't resist. The butt was oh-so-kissable. But, everything comes with a price. Mine? 1900.And of all the people I could have kissed, A JPJ OFFICER! woohoo. I just couldn't have been any luckier. Now, it's all about mending the big hole in my piggybank.
1900 is like 380 zapfan meals. wtf. =(

They don't like my balls.

2010-02-28T20:28:00.003+08:00

You need lots of Apples to please most med unis so that they can accept you. And I thought med unis hated Apples because apples could make them go out of business. After all, an apple a day keeps the doctor away, no?

It's sad that my Balls are just not good enough for them.

Crab versus Croc.

2010-02-20T23:13:00.006+08:00

One day, a crab was looking out to the sea. Unknown to the Crab, a Croc crept up behind it.
And eventually challenged Crab to a battle.

Crab lost. Hai su liao and ran away. The end. wtf.

very random i noe. but wth.

Happy tigerish chinese new year! =)

2010-02-14T18:22:00.003+08:00

Getting flowers. Rm 60

Valentine's card. Rm 12.80

Delivery charge. Rm 40

Bribing sister from telling ma about this. Rm 100

Incident of sending flowers to the wrong house and having the girl to collect the flowers herself. Then learning that the recipient's an indian. Priceless.

Feeling so screwed up now. =(

Anyway, happy chinese new year! *roars*

Gorilla Rules!

2010-02-02T18:06:00.005+08:00

Like the previous year, our college has this election for the board of student council. Just like the national election, only in a smaller scale. A really small one. Because the campus is not big.

Well, a week or so before the election, nominees start to put up their posters asking people to vote for them. And all over the place they had their posters stuck on.

By the escalator.

On the walls.

And much creativity was shown, where people compared themselves with Obama. And some even fused themselves with him.

Well, i am pretty sure this year was one hell of a competition, because there was a different species competing along the other nominees.

Yes. A gorilla that picks nose.

Amboi, gementarnya.

2010-01-24T18:08:00.007+08:00

Was checking up on the A level result site and this was what i saw.

Supposed I did not receive the results i was hoping for, I wonder what appropriate steps Mr.tcshcampusdirector would be able to decide for me.

Give me a 500 page manual to jumping off Niagra Falls?

Throw!™ sibeh ganjeong. 13 hours and counting.

25/1 update: hohoho. not the best. but good enough to draw a smile on the tensed up face. lalalala. thank you everyone. =D

Hmmm...

2010-01-19T20:40:00.005+08:00

Apparently, there is a lack of names for restaurants. XD

What?

2010-01-12T19:29:00.004+08:00

And i still cannot accept the fact. that i have to start going to college tomorrow.

because the holidays are not long enough for my heart to grow fond of everything about college. wtf.

I am 19 and that's not okay.

2010-01-05T19:03:00.003+08:00

Woo. I still can't believe that it is already 2010.

This is so unbelievable. Like seriously. wth. People has already start referring to me as 19 now even though my birthday's in another 9 months time. I am feeling so old. So feeble. So wtf.19 used to be such an alien term when i was younger. 19 sounds so old. 19 means no more playing with action figures. 19 means you can only look at younger kids play catch. 19 means you can't cry anymore because you couldn't get the stuff you want. 19 means so many things that i have never even thought of. Now, i am an alien to the younger kids. So, those who want to be 21 would be like a monster. haha. *sighs*

So, i guess i'll have to do my new year resolutions again. I'll sum them up and conclude them into one, shouldn't i? That saves time and you can read less as well. lol. So my 2010 resolution would be

"to achieve all goals and to hand up my homework on time and to be more active in socializing and to make my family proud of me and to make my friends happy for me and to contribute more to the society and to lead a better and more interesting life than 09' "

So, one resolution covers it all. Not bad eh? XD

Lalala. And a happy new year.

2010-01-03T12:55:00.005+08:00

First of all, Happy New Year dudes!

I am starting to feel old already. wtf.

Partied on the eve. Rest : None.

Nigel staying over on the 1st. Rest : Moderate.

2nd, Actual plan, dinner at sushi zanmai, but in the end, went for left for dead 2. Rest : Little.

I can die out of exhaustion already.

Will post my resolutions and everything about new year and new stuff and new whatevershytthereis when i finish my assignments and get Enough sleep.

Anyway, this was what we did on New Year Eve during a road block.

Happy New Year people! )

p/s the video is taken horizonatally. so, you'll have to bend your head to the right.

Err....Excuse me?

2009-12-27T21:05:00.002+08:00

Well, if you had been talking to me for the past few days, then you would have either known that

I went to Kuantan by bus
And i ~~lansuk-ed~~talked to a stranger who was sitting next to me in the bus and we exchanged contacts.

woohoo! XD

You know, lansuk people like that turns out to be pretty exciting and interesting. You have to think of all the topics you could bring into your conversation and make sure you don't ask a question or bring up a statement that will end up in the other one totally ignoring you and freezing cold silence. Also, you have to know the right timing to say the right words. You don't start off with saying "Hey, want to go out with me?" That ruins everything. Usually that line and the typical "Can i have your phone number?" line comes at the end before parting.

Anyway, I only started to talk to her by the second half of the trip. And it began with a smile when we both saw each other munching on different flavored Rocky. Then, it took me 30 minutes to come up with my pick up line and everything worked out perfectly after that. No abrupt endings, no cold shoulders. ho ho ho. =D

Now, i have another Sarah friend. Turns out she is an original orang Kuantan that is doing her advanced level diploma in college TAR. And she is 22 with a smile when looked from side, reminds me of zoe. (WHERE ARE YOU LAR ZOE?) By the way, having someone to talk to on long journey trips makes a year looks like an hour. Time just flies. seriously.

Oh, in any case, if you were wondering what was my pick up line.

"Err....excuse me? How long is it going to be before we reach kuantan?"

And no. I am not interested in her. Only making new friends lar.

Nigel's moving, but i ain't gay.

2009-12-19T11:44:00.006+08:00

Well, haven't you heard? Nigel's moving to Mars and he ain't coming back no more. In any case, if you have got no idea who Nigel is, this is him. So, for the very last time before he takes off in his Waja-shaped shuttle (so malaysiaboleh!) with all his belongings and furniture and clothes and undergarments and stuff like that, we went out for the last time(?). Of which, i discovered/realized a few interesting facts.

1. We have never ever went to the cinemas together before for the past 9 years.
2. He now goes to cyber cafes for Left 4 Dead 2. (a new kaki! but sadly, now moving to Mars)
3. I think that's all. Only two, now three.

We started off our last Earth trip together at a cyber cafe playing L4D 2(which is a zombie shooting game, very addictive, very cheegek, and very naueseatic for some people.), screaming and asking for help as well as giving orders to each other and the other ignoring it and laughing like hell while hacking away zombieheads.Then, off we went for our first movie together!

Actually, it's pretty depressing to know that yesterday was the first time we watched a movie together and probably the last time till kingdom come. Not the part of watching the last movie that's sad. But beause we used to be best friends and stuck so close together and we have never done a lot of things together yet. Anyway, back to where i paused for a moment.
We watched Avatar, which was a pretty good movie with shadows and elements of many other films in it. Rambo, District 9, Jurrasic Park, Star Wars, Surrogates, Pochahontas(is this how you spell it?) and of course Titanic. So, you tell me? how can this not be good, right?
We went for dinner and pool later on. And that is how we ended our last Trip travelling on Earth together.

I wasn't sad at all. Not as sad as i was when he told me he was moving. Well, how do you react to that when he's been your friend, and a very close one for 9 years? I am one who hates parting, and one who's afraid of losing something i cherish. Hmm. You want to listen to me brag on about our friendship, no? yea. you want it.

When i first met him back in primary school, i was still a boy with no good friends. Most of the friends i had were those that will play with me and scream along while running down the corridors but still fight with me in the end. wtf. So when he appeared in class one fine day, i was determined to make him my best friend. lol. And then i tried different ways of approaching him as well as trying to impress him with stupid jokes. So in the end, we got on pretty well.

Then the secondary school part, i believe that most of you already know much about it. How i deteriorated and then did not become classmates no more. Yea. Then, we always run out of conversation topics and ending up in silence and smiling stupidly at each other. I used to be always so afraid that one day our friendship would one day fall apart, which it did not.

Okay, i just remembered some of the things we did together. One was drawing comics, then renting it to other classmated for ten cents per page and then photocopying it and selling it. The other was playing bowling. And also pool. yea, that pretty sums up all the stuff we did together that was pretty memorable lar. haha. still got one lar, i am just too lazy to type them out.

I suck at parting. So bad that all the words i said to my sis when she had to go to the states to study was babai and the nothing else. Now i have run out of words. I don't think i even write this much when i broke up with my exgf. hahaha. But i believe nigel knows everything i want to say, after all, he's still one of the best friends i have.

I have to say it. I am not gay. For your info. I repeat. I am not gay. I just like boys. wtf. AHAHAHHAHA. joking one.

haha. have a safe flight lar dude! =D

Dizzy in my head

2009-12-11T20:54:00.006+08:00

Warm sandy beach and bare feet go very well together

The disappointment of realizing that you are not the person I expected you to be was subtle yet it tenderly poked at my heart. I was not aware at that moment that that sentence would continue to ring in my mind one week later and even manifest in the form of a dream. It's odd how reality can be so tenderly brutal. Guard your heart. I'm so glad it's not bleeding. Perhaps it just got a tiny little scratch. Boys! Pfffffftttt. *rolls eyes*

Hard Rock hotel oozes AWESOMENESSSSSS

'Btw, I miss you. In case you don't already know.' :)))))) we need more guys with such great sensitivity. Call me insecure, but it's so pleasant to hear feelings being expressed directly in a sweet and simple way.

Mmmmm...

Succeeding in entering a good university because of a good application which you cooked up (with the help of others) does not make you a success in any way. If you continue to try to take the easy way out, you will never survive university, or life, for that matter. Please do your own work and research. Have your own opinion and thoughts. Money is not everything. What truly matters in your life?

:))))))))))

LIFE OF PI IS OHMYGOSH SO FANTASTICALLY-AWESOMELY-WONDERFULLY-MINDBLOWINGLY BRILLIANTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!! BEST BOOK I'VE READ OF MY LIFE. PERIOD.

Rawrrrr!

If I do not drop dead out of tiredness by the end of this month, it'd be miracle. Dear LORD, I need your strength.

!

2009-11-30T21:37:00.001+08:00

This is JOYCE blogging. Not Sorkia.

I do not condone dingalicious!!!

Ten

2009-11-29T21:14:00.003+08:00

I will...

1. stop speeding

2. be a very safe driver

3. be a more courteous driver

4. study

5. enjoy December

6. stop being a stalker

7. pray more

8. learn to shut up

9. be less impulsive

10. NOT GIVE UP ON UNIVERSITY APPLICATIONS

Limited Freedom

2009-11-27T20:13:00.011+08:00

Freedom...

Can mean so many things.

Holidays are hereeee. :) The odd thing about this time's holidays is that it crept up slowly upon me and lunged upon me when I least expected it. The liberation from Hamlet, King Lear and Malaysian studies came as a huge relief but one that falls short of joy. This freedom from classes and college is one that is sudden, almost uninviting at first, but finally received with much gratitude because as much as I love free periods, I'm reminded that I don't thoroughly enjoy most of my classes and hasten the passing of them.

"My holidays just started. I WANT TO SLEEP."

This perhaps just reinforces the fact that SOME PEOPLE drill in my head all the time "You very aunty ar." but who cares? Sleep is essential to animals. I still find it hard to accept - it's November already?! Nevertheless, I'm glad that the holidays are here because I can finally sleep peacefully without worrying about my coursework any more. I will never touch another Shakespearean play every again (lest I major in English Lit). He's brilliant and all but he has brought far too much stress and far too many sleepless nights upon me.

That is the question -

You know you've made it BIG when 400 years later, a line from your play is used as a t-shirt design.

Then there's freedom such as finally passing your driving test. On the fourth attempt. The fact that I'll never seeing another bukit and my driving instructor every again made me almost dissolve into tears and out of relief. Then comes the freedom of actually driving around on your own. I drove alone to Jusco today and successfully reverse parked all on my own! Fine, I chose 3 lots with no cars in it so that I can reverse without the fear of crashing into a car but it's a start to awesome reverse parking skills. I still have to work on driving close enough to the ticket machine to feed my parking ticket into it with ease. Either that or I've to live with it for the rest of my life simply because my arms are too short.

Shopping alone has proved to be a great joy (though I would choose to do it in the company of my sis if I had the choice)! I could go into any store I want, for as long as I like and choose the size of my clothes without having to feel paiseh as I do when I go with my friends. :P A clown was hanging around Jusco entertaining kids with balloons. School holidays seem like a thing of such a long time ago... As I heard the echoes of the kids' laughter while choosing hair rubber bands, somehow the idea of clowns being happy people who spread joy and laughter made me feel a tinge of sadness. Beneath the white face paint, red nose, and ugly wig attached to a hat lies someone who hurts and cries just as everyone of us do.

While I was walking around on my own, it struck me more strongly than ever that I am old enough to be independent, have babies and have to learn how to survive on my own. It's wonderful to be able to go shopping on my own, drive my own car, go out with high school friends till relatively late at night, go to Penang without any adult supervision and the list goes on and on. This freedom, although seemingly exciting at first, turns out to be extremely scary and needs to be treated with serious caution. I can screw up my whole life just by driving a bit too aggressively, spending a bit too much time out of home, letting my procrastination carry on and on... I suddenly find myself inching away from this freedom that I've been anticipating for a long time. I don't like it as much as I had thought I would. The thought of having someone control my life seems inviting. You can have it. If my life screws up, it's not my fault! I won't need to worry. I won't need to fear.

Freedom restricts. It's weird.

The land of CBs.

2009-11-24T21:47:00.004+08:00

What does Kuantan has to offer?

Smoothest taufoofa ever;Best Pau in Malaysia;dried-salty-big-mouth fishes;And a lot of car number plates to keep you amused on the road. wtf.

CBs. XD

I want to be serious. Fail.

2009-11-20T19:13:00.007+08:00

All the comments you guys left for the last post was great and real motivating! I really appreciate that. Seriously, i really feel like starting to be serious and do real serious posts here from now on. You get what i mean, no? No funny stuff. No mocking people. No more lame jokes. And then all will be about helping those people in need. Criticizing the government. Promoting world peace. Dedicating my blog for the greater good.

But, i don't think i can. Especially the part on no funny stuff and no lame jokes.

Why? Because at that very instant i finished reading nigel's comment of me being an angel's advocate, an image flashed before my eyes.

You tell me. If blogging is all about expressing one's thoughts, do you think i'd be able to suppress all these and just concentrate on blogging about the serious stuff?

Nah. I don't think so.

p/s sorry! if this picture hurt your feelings/mock your god/shows no respect for your religion. No offense. =)

Tell me what to do.

2009-11-17T12:52:00.006+08:00

I am having my AS finals right now and for almost everyday during this period of time, i can't get my mind off the next coming test and all the preparations and formulas and bloody assumptions and shitty stuff ALL related to the exams.

Pathetic. Blame myself for not ~~playing the~~ paying attention in class.

Last Saturday, i was in desperate need of getting ink cartridges for my printer as i needed to print the exercises out. But the shop where i usually get my ink supply from was closed, so i had to drive around my neighbourhood to look for one. I got to the busiest part of my neighborhood - where all the banks, the shops, the everything are- and then i couldn't help but to notice this scene which totally got my mind off the coming exam and the shitty stuff.

I saw this kitten straying outside the bookshop.
It was still, obviously, very young and still at the stage of learning new stuff. It did not scurry away like all the other older cats did when someone was nearby, but instead walked side by side with the people walking along the corridor. It could not walk properly on four, and occasionally tripped a little and tried to support itself up. Then, it would look around. And then it would continue to walk and look around.

I stood there, by the entrance of the book store and i watched the kitten move around as if looking for food. I looked around and got to a nearby cheecheongfun stall and bought 3 fishballs for the kitten.

I got back and left two on the ground. I ate one. lol wtf. And then i stood by and watch as the kitten finished them up.
As soon as it had finished up the two fishballs, i left with so many emotions and thoughts boiling inside me.

Well, let's just say i've got so many things running in my mind at that moment and I just don't feel like saying it all out here. I felt exactly like then when i visited the orphanage. And how am i able to describe the feeling of helplessness? You see someone who needs help. You want to help. You try to help. Somehow, you just can't help. You can't do anything to help. Tell me. I just don't know the word to describe such helplessness.

As i got to my car, I saw this kid sitting on a stool by the cheecheongfun stall, munching away happily. Such contrast in life. And I can't do a thing to help.

Escape to happyeverafterland FAIL.

2009-11-13T20:47:00.007+08:00

Today, i feel like running away and go off to a far far land and live happily after. So, i built myself a raft out of twigs and as you can see, a big heart shaped leave with many holes on it to serve as a sail.

I was very happy. And then i realised it was too small. So, i rebuilt a bigger one, still with dry twigs, but minus the cacat sail.

And then when everything was set and ready to go, i pushed it out for a test ride.

Fail. wtf.

So, happily-ever-after life would have to wait. And before that, Physics and Bio 2 would still have to come first. wtf wtf.

Of graduation, saying bye bye and the huge gap.

2009-11-07T20:20:00.007+08:00

I should have waited for the photos from dailou before i publish this post. But wth. All the emotions are cramming up in me and somehow the photos can wait.

This morning was the 48th graduation ceremony for the chonghwaians. Yea. I got up early in the morning - earlier than usual school days lar- just for attending the ceremony. Somehow, even though i was not in school this year, the excitement and all the feelings in me were not much different from any graduates this year, i can asssure you.

I missed out the first hour of the event. I got in and sat down next to dailou, with jenny right behind him. They were busy writing stuff in their class mag. Leaving messages for their classmates and so. There were chatterings. The people were kind of noisy. Still, anyone could feel that the air was pervaded with deep feelings. The kind of feeling before parting. And people around me did not smile much. Those familiar smiles were not on their faces today. Today was different.

If you had noticed. Then you would have seen those gestures people make trying to cover up their anxiety of parting with their friends in a few hours time. Their restlessness on their seats. Their urge to strike a topic to talk to the one next to them to distract others from noticing the sadness upon their faces. The looks on their faces when looking at their classmates, wondering if they are going to meet again in the future, or probably hoping that that particular moment would never end. And some, some of them just looked at the stage blankly while the feelings inside them were bubbling incessantly.

And then it was time to sing the national anthem, the school song, just to name a few. I had never sang so seriously in my life. Probably it was because this was the last time i could stand side by side with my schoolmates -those that i hd grew up with- and sing. I was totally surprised, when i realised i actually had memorised the lyrics for the school anthem and i never knew that.

Then, classes went on stage and took photos. They raced each other up and for a moment or so, i regretted taking a levels instead of uec. I stood below the stage and looked up at them. If i feed on emotions, the stage could already supply me for a year or so, with 3 meals a day. Some were screaming, some were crying, some were shouting with joy, some just smiled, some just stood there and looked down, some were...

The ceremony was over, and people came down from the stage. Girls were crying and hugging each other. Boys on the other hand, patted each other on the shoulders, some hugged. Even a stone would turn soft at that moment. Well, one of my friends who always looked tough cried. And that was not something happy to see.

I went to the movies after that. Watched a canton movie called the Poker King. The movie was pretty funny. But, occasionally, when i laughed, i turned to look at junhui beside me. He was not laughing. And then my laughter would die out and i would turn back to look at the screen trying to ignore him. He was the joker among his friends. And to see him not laugh was like seeing the sky not turning blue in the morning which makes people feel yea, sad.

And as i drove home later on, the sky was blanketed with dark clouds and sooner enough, the rain began to fall.
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Well, something to laugh about - I tried sneaking in with my chong hwa school uniform on today. But, sadly, i got caught by the discipline master who insisted to have my hair cut short. wtf. And after much explaining that i was not a senior 3 student, he literally pulled and dragged me out of the school and made me change back to my casual wear. haha wtf.

Also, I saw a few teachers today, who said that i had lose weight. HAHAHAHHAHA. If you don't believe, i have a picture as proof! Look at the HUGE gap between my tummy and the pants. WAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA. The pants used to fit me just well. LOL

p/s will post the pictures up as soon as i get them. and ex-chonghwaians, cheer up! =)

Random thoughts and review on Ninja.

2009-11-05T11:38:00.008+08:00

I woke up at 10.30 today, which was like the first time of my life. Yea. I never tried waking up later than 930. I was not surprised, for for the past few days, i have been worried sick of my test and had nightmares about failing my test/not able to finish my test on time and shit like that. Fortunately, yesterday turned out to be quite okay.

A levels has totally turned me into a hardworking boy. *pride! Like really sit down and not just stare at the book for hours without flipping a page, but really look into it and studying real hard. And i am not surprised if i find out there's a hemorrhage in my brain any time. exaggerates, wtf. When in secondary school, i never ever gave a damn in all the tests. I would just flip through and then play. Now, it's just totally different.

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So, as i was saying, because the test that i had been worrying sick of was over yesterday, and the next test is like 5 days away, I went to the cinema for a small celebration with the mutiaracarpark band and a few other friends.

We watched a movie called Ninja. Despite of my love for ninjas ever since i was young, i find the storyline of the movie pretty urm... bad.

The gadgets are cool, the actress is pretty.
And all the others, they suck big time. It's like watching a remake of power rangers.

The hero, check. The ultimate bad guy, check. The brotherhood of badguys, check. The ultimate gadgets, check. The happy ending, check. The only thing different is that the fights were more bloody.

To be honest, i find this movie childish. AHAHAHHAHAHA. Maybe that's because i am 18 now. AHAHHAHAHA.

Still, Batman and all the other superhero's movies are better than this. I just found out from a movie review site, that Ninja is only in the cinemas in Malaysia. In the states, it is a straight to DVD production. And that must be the reason why the movie is bad.

I would rather go watch phobia 2, and freak myself out, than laugh at Ninja if i had knew.

Phobia 2 has this really scary trailer, which i think is COOL! haha. Who wants to go with me? XD

How to score an A in your test.

2009-11-01T22:28:00.003+08:00

Books
can fuck off.

Other than that, anything is a good way to pass your finals with flying colours. Really.

Now, Jolin needs me.

2009-10-28T00:00:00.004+08:00

To:

the Ding family. the family clan. the joyce. the zoe. the nigel. the iuning. the huiwen. the mutiaracarpark band. the bs3. the chong hwa-ians. the teachers, past and present.

and all the people i've met, loved or hated.

Thank you for growing me up/growing up with me/watching me grow up/teaching me how to grow up.

I am now a real man. WAHAHAHHAHAA.

p/s if you feel excluded from my thank you list because i did not say your name, do tell me. =) and if you don't get it why jolin needs me and not you, check it out here. And to waikin, bui, rose and bird, sorry for failing the surprise. =P

Poach tigresses not.

2009-10-19T23:35:00.006+08:00

And you ask why?! Look for yourself.

Poor tiger humping on a dead tree trunk.

When i was 17.

2009-10-13T20:57:00.005+08:00

I have lived for 17 years 11 months and 15 days. There are so many things to say about and to finish them, you need at least 17 years. okay, crap. So, it's going to be the 28th once more. And this time, it does not only signify that i am one year older, it also marks the beginning of a new chapter in life.

Well, I wouldn't say i lived a romantic-action packed-out-of-the-ordinary 17, yet, i still find some of the incidents worth remembering.

#1. Learning to drive and drift.

#2.With driving, you can't miss out the accidents as well.

#3. Introduced my ex-girlfriend to my mum and surprisingly she did not kill me.

#4. Did a heart anatomy and tried to eat the heart.
Somehow, the one holding the heart didn't feel happy for me. lol.

#5. Won free tickets to movie premieres because of a slogan of terminating kennysia for having balls bigger than mine. But failed to attend and watch. wtf.

#6. Saw amazing stuff under the microscope.

#7. Got a fine of 100 bucks.

#8. Tried to bribe a police officer with a buck.

#9. Had my dream of becoming a jedi come true.

#10. Walked in a shopping mall with loads of people wearing a mask that resembles an underwear.

#11. Took photo with 4 other boys all crammed inside a photo machine. Don't laugh.

Let's just say the smiley face is to protect his privacy. Still, don't you laugh. haha.

p/s am posting this up early because i need to get real armed for the test. Its my effin AS exam for goddamn sake. And my birthday's stuck between two tests. So lucky lar. Can buy numbers liao. ==

Happy Moon-ish Day.

2009-10-04T20:02:00.007+08:00

How did you celebrate last night?

Was it with your family, or was it with your friends?

Or maybe alone?
I still remember those days back then when everything looked bigger and taller. And then these were the days that everyone in the family would show up. The young ones would play with the lanterns, the candles and try to burn the house down. The adults would sit in the garden sipping hot Chinese tea, munching on the mooncakes, talking about everything, and most of all, to prevent us from burning the house down.

As each of the small ones grew up, they left, they moved, and they never showed up again on such occasions. And last night was one of those occasions. The adults said they were tired, the young ones had to celebrate with their friends.

And then there was me.
So, with all the memories of those younger times, i decided to play with the lanterns alone. lol.

Lit up the whole garden with lanterns and sat on the floor and watch the candles go out. Then light them back again. Then watch them go out. Then relight them and watch them again.

The house across the road was full of noise. Cheering, singing and children running around. And here, it was total silence.

I tried to look for the moon but to no avail. The clouds were dancing in the sky. And no moon was to be seen. So i played with the candles and danced on the grass along with Van Morrison's dancing in the moonlight.

So, i played along till around midnight. Cleaned up the mess, and went back into the house.

And that's how life rolls when everyone starts to grow up, don't it? All alone.

On the other hand, burning lanterns down just never felt so good.

MUAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHA.

wtf.

Excuses for being absent.

2009-09-27T20:29:00.006+08:00

Dearest teacher(s),

Please, can i not go back to school tomorrow?

I still don't feel like going because i haven't finished my homework yet. Not that i never did my homework through out the whole hols, but i need more time to do more revision. Oh, and didn't you receive my invitation card? I am going to get married tomorrow too!
Besides, I also need to save the world, you know. I am Super Prime. The world needs me.
I know all these sound shitty.

Fine. fine. At least do believe that it's the Jurassic Period.
Please, can i not go to school tomorrow?

Update: i got all the results for trials today. I really should seriously go fuck myself. I am such a big time sucker. Throw!

A trip to One-U

2009-09-20T21:01:00.005+08:00

Nothing exciting has happened to me lately. Well, some are on their way tho. Like on the 24th, my results for the previous trials. ooh. pretty exciting.

Well, so i went to one u with fuguai people yesterday. And as i was much earlier than they were, i decided to go for bowling. A game costs 8 bucks. throw!
The results were urm...not bad for someone who didn't even stepped into a bowling court for like 3 years.

Then we watched 'Where Got Ghost'. Made me laugh till i almost cried. The laughing scenes are almost incessant. Just so you know. =) movie ticket: 11 bucks.Went for dinner afterwards. And Mr.Fu chose dragon-i. I think that's the name of the shop. lol.

Shredded pork with shredded onion and shredded laaaaaaaaaa-mien. 14 bucks.

Food from Heaven. Ah. The xiaolongpau. The soup that flows out endlessly from this small lump of meat wrapped in flour. And talking about it makes my mouth water once more. 12 bucks. This is Mr. Fu .
The mess we left.
Yes. My bill was 180.55. Only mine.
And this is Mr. Spiderman who, out of the boredom, decided to flash instead of shooting spiderwebs. priceless.

No. wtf is not vulgar.

2009-09-12T12:39:00.010+08:00

The trials are gone. And i am a happy boy once more. =)

And i've got nothing good to blog and brag about.

So, i am going to tell you guys why is wtf not vulgar.

You might already have started to wonder with your mouth wide open thinking why it ain't so and. But it really is not.

As most of you have realised, i have got a little addicted to wtf recently. In almost every sentence of mine, wtf will certainly be there. Perhaps some of you people would have assumed that "OMG, ding's an effin rude boy!" But, hell no.

WTF is actually very much similar to OMG.

You use wtf when you are surprised like 'WTF?! Discounts up to 90%?" or "WTF, she is so pretty!" or maybe "WTF?! the food tastes like heaven!"

Omg sounds girlish. Wtf sounds more boy-ish.

Also, WTF happens to be the answer to all questions.

'What do you think about the picture?'
'wtf.'
'Is the food good?'
'wtf.'

You see, somehow wtf just fits in correctly, doesn't it? hehe.

You know why? Because wtf stands for Walao Terribly Fantastic. hehehe.

But sometimes, on rare ocassions, wtf still retains its original meaning.

p/s If you think the last picture had just made your day, tell me and leave your email add. I am just too happy to forward the email to you. lol wtf.

A post about the test and everything of it.

2009-09-04T23:14:00.002+08:00

Oh. And the stress killed the cockroach.

And i digress. But wtf.

Happy 52nd!

2009-08-30T21:31:00.005+08:00

What if there were no moon but all stars on the Jalur Gemilang?

You get the flag of the United states.

Hmm. Makes me wonder.

Anyway, Thank you for making me me! I am proud to say that i am orang buatan malaysia! wtf.

Happy 52nd Merdeka, Malaysia.

Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!

And then we starved.

2009-08-26T19:32:00.013+08:00

I starved myself for 30 hours last saturday, which was also happened to be the day my sister went back to the states.

Pretty funny how everyone puts it. She's going BACK to the states. Like she originated from there or something like that. lol wtf.

Anyway, the starving began on 12 noon on the 22nd of August. I was not excited at all. No. I wasn't. And when the campers slowly arrived one by one, all our conversation was about food. Something that goes like this.

"eh, call mcd lor."
"what to eat later?"
"I thought this was an eat-all-you-can buffet?"

That did not make things better.

I got home at 5 later to go to KLIA to see my sister fly to the states. And when i got home, i totally forgot about the starving stuff, that i went to the fridge at once and looked up and down for food. I found this muffin, put it into the oven and when it was all ready to eat, only did i realise i should not be eating. wtf.

And here's a pic of me and my sister. My friends say that with a wig on me, i look just exactly like her. lol

I got back to the campsite later. And only to realise the people wanted to watch a midnight movie. And fuck, it was a horror one.

I kinda screamed and covered my face with the jacket all throughout the movie. Kept screaming. And one of my friends said. "not scary oso." WTF.

Look at her bloody eyes. Makes me want to slap her.

The next day, we went to the countdown venue. All of us were pretty tired when we reached. And as each singer came out on stage and sang, we just sat there, stared and yawned.
Important people came. But nobody gave a fuck. hehe.

And finally, the awaited Amei.

Everyone who was sleeping got up and cheered for her. Kept screaming, cheering. It was like as if i was on the stage. lol wtf. The girl(s) sitting beside me almost screamed off her lungs.

The lights, the loud music speakers and Amei of course, only made the crowd cheer more.

But somehow, as i wasn't on stage, there were still people who were pretty disappointed. They just sat there as if till kingdom come. wtf.And then there was this guy who just stayed like that for all the time from when i came in, and when we were about to go.

You just can't blame him. After all, his stomach has been empty for like 30 hours. lol.

Blame me not.

2009-08-24T20:45:00.005+08:00

Blame Restaurant City for being so addictive i could just bloody stare at it for 1 hour and not even update my blog. wtf. fuck fuck fuck.

If you guys are wondering what the heck is Restaurant City, this is where you get to know what is it. And this is a snapshot of my restaurant. lol wtf. Well, you can look around for me. hehe.

Oh, by the way, some updates you loyal fans out there need to know. My sis is back to the states. I joined the famine 30. I have my trials like in a weeks time.

Also, if you guys are missing me, here're two picture to show you how good i am.

I really should go and study now.

Killing the space.

2009-08-18T23:00:00.004+08:00

Hello, people.

These few days have been quite some shitty days. My wallet is like the waterfall, flowing endlessly because of car accidents which i will post about it real soon, i promise.

I've got a lot of new posts drafted out in my brain. And i need the pictures to complete them to publish them out in here and in the mean time, the one holding the pictures is not online. So yea. Real soon, people. I promise again.

Well, this post is not going to end like this tho. At least, you can feast your eyes with these. hehe. An indian hot chick.

A look closer and...

WTF?! hahahahhaha.

i know i am an arse. but wtf. lol. XD

5 signs you are having a bad day.

2009-08-11T20:31:00.009+08:00

1. You break a glass in the early morning before leaving for school.

2. You drive your car over a divider and then there was A loud BANG.

And then, you realise something is wrong with your car. You go to the mechanics, you get it fixed, and you get this bill.

3. You go to a place with people that sneezes, coughs, has fever and has aches all over the body.

And then you can't walk away from it. Because the teachers will not like it.

4. When someone popped out of nowhere and conned you into buying perfume that you are allergic to and you bought it.

I dislike perfumes.

5. Your phone has got a new theme and you've got no money to change the theme back to normal. wtf.

Now, the screen has just got lines. and nothing else. literally NOTHING ELSE. FML.

You just know you had a bad day. wtf.

Hello Moto.

2009-08-05T20:10:00.009+08:00

If you guys have followed my blog ever since last december, then you guys would have known how old exactly is the current age of my phone. Its exactly...wait. You count yourself okay?

Today, when i was having lunch with my friends. I pulled out my phone to check if there were any messages. And to my shocking surprise, my phone theme had been changed. Walao. The new theme looks so much better than the older one, because it contained the old one but with a hairline crack across the screen, and some random red, blue and green lines all across the screen......And then i realised, it was not just any theme.

It was the theme called 'yorfonescreenhasjustcrackedintohalf.theme'

Ah. wtf.

Time to bring the old phone with the shitty battery out while i think of a way to fix the sony phone.

Bye bye Sony. Hello Moto.

p/s And before i sign off, do allow me to curse. fugafugafugafugafugafugafugafugafugafugafugafugafugafugafugafugafugafugafugafuga. Today was a shitty day. throw!

A dream come true

2009-08-02T22:22:00.008+08:00

Ever since i first saw star wars, i fell deeply in love with the storyline, the aircrafts, the shootings, and most of all, the light sabers.

I had always hoped to have a light saber so that i could fight someone with it and yet failed miserably, mainly because my mum would not allow herself or anyone to get me one. Her excuse was always because i already had tonnes of toys. And so, everytime i pass by the toy department, i couldn't help but to play with the toy sabers, imagining me a Jedi, despite the cacat-ness of the toy compared to the real thing.

Well, I was with my friends at the toy department in metrojaya at the curve yesterday, and to my most shocking surprise, i saw a few toy sabers at the star wars stall. And eventually, we couldn't stop ourselves.

And tadaa..this is the result.

And i felt so happy that night before i went to bed.

After all, my dream had come true. =)

p/s video might contain colourful language, hence video is rated 18sg, for violence and usage of inappropriate language. hehe. yea wtf, i know. =P

Who says BM is not important?

2009-07-31T17:33:00.007+08:00

Today is a good day. Yes, the sun is bright, the clouds are white and the sky is blue.

Very happy rite? I almost got the biggest shock of my 17-year-old life. fml.

When i was driving on the biggest roundabout i've ever seen in my life, my sister called me. Halfway through the call, i caught a glimpse of a big large white motorcycle behind me. I dropped my phone immediately after the conversation and looked at him who was now beside my car. He was looking at me behind his large sun glasses. And he was pointing towards the road side.Fuck my life, i was thinking, fml seriously.

And when he drove past me and headed towards the spot where he had pointed, I pulled out my wallet, and emptied all the money in it, leaving a one buck note in it. When i stopped right behing the large-arse white cycle, I put on my best smile and tried to look stupid. He came over, knocked on my window. I looked at him and gave the stupid look, with my best smile on it. Yea wtf. He gestured me to lower the window. I did. And he smiled at me.

"Boi, you tau you apa salah ar?"

I wanted to say, TAK TAU O? APA SALAH SAYA AH? but resisted against it. Instead, i said

"err..."

"you cakap telefon, apasal tak mau guna handsfree?"

"err..hehehe."

"kasi ic, license."

He took a look at the identification cards for a moment.

"AH. P license lagi ah. Mau kena saman ar? kena saman kasi gantung license boi, MAU?"

"err..hehehe."

He pretended to start walking towards his monster-arse bike, then he turned around and looked at me with my wallet with a smirk on his face.

"Apasal buat dengar telefon? Mau belanja saya ah?"

Immediately, i looked into my wallet. I took out the only one buck in it, and pretended to look for more money. And i couldn't find any. So, i gave him the one buck note and said sori with my most innocent look. He pretended he didn't see me giving.

"U pelajar ka? Belajar kat mana? Ini kereta u ar?"

"Err. Kat TAR kolej bang. TAR. Kereta mak."

Then i raised my hand higher.

"EH, tak mau lar. Lain kali jangan ulang ah."

"er...hehehe."And he walked towards his big-arse-bike and left. I grinned a little, and couldn't stop laughing at how good i am at weaving lies when he was out of sight. TAR wei. haha wtf. Yet, i also could not stop shaking when i drove home later on, I was still a little frightened.

FIRST TIME MAR. hehehe.

After this incident, i really regretted....

because i didn't give a damn about BM when i was in secondary school, and i was so bad at communicating with it, all my replies were "er...hehehe."

The Kuku Parlour

2009-07-23T19:33:00.001+08:00

Hmm. How do you want your kuku to be done? Trimmed, dyed or styled?

lol wtf. I know.

Ah-choo

2009-07-19T17:40:00.004+08:00

This is not about how colourful my life is.

This is about how colourful the time i got sick.

Yes. I was sick for the past few days.

It started of with a sneeze. And then a little heat rose in my body temperature. And then sooner, i felt a little dizzy. And i got the Fever wtf. Then there were headaches, stomachaches, and of course, lots and lots of ~~wateryshittings~~ diarrhea-ing. The shyts were chocolate in colour, like chocolate chocolate. But most of the time, it reminds me of a cup of milo. A cup of milo that has more water than the powder which makes it pretty watery. gone too far liao wtf.

Back to the story. And all i could eat these few days were only bread and bread and bread. All i am allowed to drink is only plain water. And all i could do was sleep and sleep and sleep like there's no tomorrow.

And the most funny thing is the question my mum ask me every now and then i wake up.

"Your bones got pain anot?"

She was so scared i got H1N1 wtf.

A letter to my beloved Aunty Joyce.

2009-07-08T23:48:00.005+08:00

Dear Joyce,

How are you lately? It's been quite some time since i called you out or called you just to let you talk to me. wtf. haha.(updating the mukabuku status again. wtf.)

I still can remember all the little things that happened on the first year we met which is like 4 and a half years ago. And the big ones too. And those that will definitely makes you go "wtf?!" Yea. You were definitely the aunty you are still now, only with shorter hair then. You are still shorter than me. You still have the lazy-to-choi-you look. Haha.

You are the good friend that never was there when i needed you. Haha. And still you are my good friend, i know, like wtf. haha. We have the weirdest friendship on Earth. And we rock. haha. More of me rocking than you do though.
And the only prove of our friendship for so long, are the birthday cards, the sms-es, the calls on the phone list, and the one picture of us together taken by zoe. We have so many yet so little things to keep in memory of our friendship and yet we are still going on strong. So yea, i love you lar aunty. =) (updated the mukabuku status again. wtf again. haha.)

Happy 18th Birthday again. And i am still 17. be jealous.

and don't scratch my face next year wtf.

I want my Mummy.

2009-07-07T18:01:00.009+08:00

Like every other mornings, i wake up to prepare myself for school. One thing not to be missed out, is to look at the mirror, ~~toseemyownhandsomefacewhichisquitetruehahawtf~~ to check if i am neat and tidy. This morning, i discovered something so terrible and so horrifying, ~~ipeedinmypantsthatinstant~~ i decided to leave my house at once.

There were very not-very-deep cuts all across the right side of my face!I am not that desperate to post a post till i have to scratch my face for this post, would i? Well, someone or something must have scratched me. Now, the problem is, no one is at home. Which is why i left home at once when i saw the cuts. I am afraid. Kanasai so scared. wtf.

What shit could have done this terrible thing to my face?

Something/one scratched me in the middle of the night! Maybe the little-boy-under the desk got nothing to play liao. wtf.Or could it possibly be Joyce who climbed in and scratched me because i planned nothing for her coming birthday?Or did I hurt someone so badly that he/she hates me so much till my face also kena?

Maybe i scratched my face last night when i went out and did not noticed.

Still, whatever it is, i am still scared. like wtf scared. wtf wtf.

Who wants to come over and sleepover tonight?

E is for Excellent lar.

2009-06-27T20:46:00.008+08:00

Well, this afternoon, i came home with much surprise to discover a letter from my college addressed to my mum. And then the world became so exciting. Without much hesitation, i pocketed the letter and rushed to my room. I tore the envelope apart, and *drumrolls* ta-daa! my long awaited results for my first semester exams.

Well, how bad could i do? I paid attention in class, did all the assignments teacher gave, never got distracted, stayed back after to do revision and never skipped a single class. Yea. How bad could it be?

All my results showed Excellents and Cools. So i am happy now. So happy that i can jump off any building right now.

And my mum got so happy with the results i think she's going to sing this song any minute right now very soon. yea.

If your mum doesn't know how to sing this song, do ask them to learn. It's very nice.

random ramble : I just watched a concert of the late MJ on tv8. He is such a talented dancer.

There's one move that awes me a lot other than the moonwalker. It's the one that he touches his bird bird part. He touches his bird bird and shake a little, he gets more than 10k. You touch your bird bird and shake like MJ, people say you hamsap. Wth.

p/s so many things has happened lately, that i feel like jumping off the building. and nigel, if you are reading this, do take care. will miss you dude. =)

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2009-06-24T22:08:00.004+08:00

I look down upon the empty streets

like a grave,
like a grave,
mourning.

I hear the song that silence sings
like a ghost,
like a ghost,
whispering.

Let the light shine on you,
Fill the emptiness deep inside you,
And when the time comes,
like a star,
like a star,
start to glow,
before the dark sky engulfs you.

________________________

today's the day
which was once of blossoming roses.
The wind came
and blew the petals away once more.

________________________

p/s this is what sien-ness has turned me into. A man and his poems. Kanasai.

Happy Father's Day.

2009-06-22T22:37:00.003+08:00

Yes. Dad.

Happy Father's Day.

I got lost in rearranging the many sentences i wanted to say to you.

Altogether, in other words, I love you Pa.

Thank you for everything.

p/s yes, this is a belated dedication to my pa, as well as a response to nigel's post.and if you really insist on reading the many sentences, ask me and i'll tell you.

Random stuff to kill the blank.

2009-06-19T22:44:00.006+08:00

We lost. Don't ask.

hmm. yucky yucky?

I couldn't help but notice - a lorry full of kennysia's balls. The kids have all the safety equipments/tools they need. An airbag with a helmet. An autobot in disguise?

Guess.

Aunty Joyce and her beloved nephew.
Guess again.
(eh, people. the point is not the picture. It's the little gadget that holds the picture wei. )

p/s aunty J, you're in my blog! =) by the way, let the pictures do the speaking. If you think they make sense, no they don't. Told you this post is random.

My lovely neighbour.

2009-06-12T18:31:00.009+08:00

As you all know, i live in a double storey terrace house. This means that i have plenty of neighbours around me. Yes. This is common sense, i know.

Well. Most of my neighbours are ~~hot chicks~~ Chinese aunties with daughters that already have children. They are the ones who make the neighbourhood lively with their nice and lovely singing as well as the sound of playing mahjong.

I am totally fine with them.

Then, there are Malays and the Indians. We ~~throwshytateachothereveryotherday~~ live together in peace and harmony and i think they are pretty nice people, well, typical and ordinary ones.

Until today.

I just realised i have a pretty neighbour living opposite my house. And he is gay. Which makes him pretty gay. Yes.He is half naked(that's fine actually.) has a hairband on his head, and walks around in his boxers.

And what to say, he is DEFINITELY the one behind the thick haze in KL.
His fetish must be playing with fire half naked. I wouldn't be surprised if one day his tits become dark black. Really.

p/s this is not some race discrimination thing. and this is not a homosexual discrimination either. This is about the effin dick heads that do not effin care about the environment.

Here they come.

2009-06-05T21:52:00.006+08:00

*screams* *shrieks*Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh.........

The attack of the Semester-examinators.

I am scared. For the very first time.

______________________

Random ramble: I won two tickets to the premiere screening of Blood: The Last Vampire. Again, i have to give the tickets away because of the effin semester exams. I hate bio.

Lame joke of the day: How to make a girl lam you? go sell lam mee.

p/s sadly, because of the pre-sem exam stress, this is all i got for this post. Do leave a lame joke and make my day. I'll need it badly for the next 6 days. Thank you.

F is for

2009-06-01T15:49:00.010+08:00

1.Fine.

As in fine and not how-do-you-do-fine. As in saman, get it?

A fine day it was. And i walked out of school to discover...A fine of 100 bucks.100 bucks leh. Enough for me to eat zap fan for 20 consecutive days with a cup of iced chinese tea everyday.

And i was categorised as causing difficulties and obstruction when there was sufficient space for two cars to pass through the road.

And it was not only me, whole row of cars also kena. It's a conspiracy. DBKL don't draw the yellow line by the roadside, and then when you park your car there, they give you a fine. Clever leh.

They issue so many fines, but somehow, i don't see any improvements on the road either.

So, where do the money go? It goes into their mouth lor. You can't expect them to eat shat what.

DBKL really rocks. Just like how Malaysia does too.

2. Fuck.

Fuck you people who pissed me off so seriously that i have to post this up. Fuck you pretenders. Fuck you bitches. Fuck you all.

haha.

foo-wak.

p/s just feel like expressing myself. that's all.

i-Tulan

2009-05-26T17:23:00.008+08:00

Today. I flunked my bio.

Cannot blame me. It was the element of surprise that defeated me. I didn't know about the test till yesterday.

And then one thing that bugs me seriously. Is how little comments i get. Kenny sia posts a picture of a poster with the word manhood therapy. And he gets more than 50 comments.

I post a post about me winning two tickets to the premiere screening of Terminator Salvation. And i get 9 comments, with 2 from my ownself.

WHY LAR WHY?

Even nigel's post about his new haircut also get more comments than mine.

wth.

p/s yes. i am jealous. pure jealousy. lol. XD

update : My bio got a B. 3 marks away from an A. diu!

Tadaa!

2009-05-23T21:45:00.014+08:00

I actually won myself a pair of tickets for the Premiere Screening of Terminator Salvation!

I joined this contest held by nuffnang. And i appeared to be one of the 50 most creative bloggers. =) Yes. Your friend, Ding. Is. Creative.

What i had to do was to fill up a slogan that is If I am a terminator, I will terminate... in not more than 15 words. Well, your very Creative friend, decided to try it out. And i completed the slogan with ...Kenny Sia, because he has balls bigger than mine.

This is only one of his balls.( if you read this post from kennysia, you'll know what i mean.) You say large anot lar.

Back to the story.

Okay. And yesterday when i came home, i checked my mail eagerly to see if i have won the contest. And what a disappointment it was when i didn't see any emails from nuffnang. I got tu-lan and i went to sleep. When i woke up, there was an extra mail in my inbox.

YES. IT WAS FROM NUFFNANG!

And I got so happy, ~~i tore my shirt and ran around my neighbourhood naked.~~ i started laughing in front of my laptop.

I think the suey-ness have left me for good for the time being. =)

And people, you really must watch Terminator Salvation when it is being release officially. Because i am going to be the Terminator. XD
p/s what a happy moment it was. and everything got shattered when i looked at my calendar and realized my mid years is 2 weeks away.

update : As stupid as it might sound, i gave the tickets away. At least it's not wasted, right? =P

Attention Readers.

2009-05-16T17:37:00.011+08:00

The author of this blog got himself involved in a serious car accident and hence, might not be able to update his blog for the next few days.

Below are some pictures of what happened.
The author is safe and sound and he ran out of the burning car just in time to take this magnificent picture and saved his ass from getting burnt.

Haha. Okay lar, not funny.

This is what happened to my car lar. I turned around to throw my file on to the rear seat, and my right hand was still pulling the sterring downwards. And *bam* my car rammed into a small divider just outside the main entrance of my school. The spot my car rammed into. And myvi is so vulnerable. So vulnerable that the metal went dented at once. I swear on one of my balls that i wasn't even accelerating, the gear was at D itself. And the outcome was so serious, i WAH-ed two times. DOUBLE THE WAH!

Now the door on the driver's seat can't be open completely because of the little dent. My first accident. Sure have to take photo. So memorable leh. So i gave this very tu-lan smile. Because i still have to pay for it myself.

Aih. What to say? Suey lor.

Michael Bay also don't want to use a Myvi for the movie Transformers lar. If he does, that autobot/decepticon would be the most cacat one. So don't buy a Myvi.

p/s fortunately, it was only a single party accident. Not so troublesome at least, and no blood was spilt. Should really be more alert in the future liao. and suey means "bad luck" by the way.

The whole world will have to wait because...

2009-05-10T08:43:00.012+08:00

Today is Mother's Day.

A very good reason for postponing your assignments and projects, as well as for not studying for a test due the following day.

Thank you, ma. And these are my presents. Just a small little token for what you've done after all this 27 years.

Carnation(s).

more carnation.

Cold Hard Cash. So cold my fingers got numb holding it.
Rock-hard gold bars that spread across acres and acres of land and so hard that your teeth will definitely break into pieces if you try biting on one of them.
A large residence of whatever kind where the queen or the president will be the one washing your toilet bowl and taking all your orders.
My heart.
(I know so many girls wanted this, but sorry, only my mum can have this, all the girls can have other parts of my body. XD)

You're worth it Ma. I love you. =)

p/s what are you giving your beloved mum today? XD

I am legend.

2009-05-01T22:10:00.006+08:00

The H1N1 virus is screwing everyone up. Now, everyone is fucking scared of it.

It started off in Mexico. And then it went off to the whole world. Soon, it will be declared phase 6 by the WHO and then later, wipe out half of the population on Earth. In time, every major city in every country will be infected. And those infected ones will eventually become creatures. And once these creatures bite you, you'll become one of them. And by then your breath will stink. You'll eat shit. You'll make disgusting sounds like when fat people sleep. You'll be like this.

Still, there will be people that will live on, in small colonies, or alone. Working hard, day and night to find a cure for this infection. And these people will become legends.

Just like me.

p/s forgive the lameness.

Dear God.

2009-04-26T19:31:00.004+08:00

Now, you have probably heard of God punishing people who have sinned in their lives. He takes everything away from you and make you suffer what you did wrongly.(i think this is what He does.)

Well, what if you sinned online? Well, i think He punishes you by doing something to your router so that you can't go online anymore.

And worst of all, if something of such happens on you, it is excluded from the warranty of the router.

Now you know why your parents keep telling you why it is so important to be a good boy/girl.

p/s This post is again, for the sake of fun. And i do not mean to offend any believes and religion out there.

5 ways to mend a broken heart.

2009-04-17T22:55:00.009+08:00

#5

Get a doctor, pry your heart open and then fix it.
#4

Get a glue. A super one. With or without the red spenders, it's an option.

#3

Find a way to dispose your heart. Any way you like. I know one cannibal living in kl who is more than happy to do it for you. ;)And then get a new one from our very own National Heart Institute. But remember to make an appointment beforehand. I think if you sign up for their Rakan IJN, you get to get a heart for free (haha. no lar).

#2

If it's broken emotionally, because of someone, then get some people from the underground and go hurt that someone badly. Kick his ass or something like that.

By meaning people from underground, i don't mean this.

I mean someone from the hak se wui or the mafias like this.

#1

Wait for the new face of Mr.Willy Wonka to discover the new breed of cure-it-all chocolate. Then nibble down the whole bar(to avoid gaining weight while mending the heart at the same time)and i can assure your broken heart mend-ed(what is the past tense for mend again?) physically, emotionally, mentally, literally.

Mesti Boleh punya. XD

p/s this post is dedicated to those people out there who want to have their broken hearts fixed. And once again, cheer up. =)

I love chocolates! =)

2009-04-13T20:23:00.004+08:00

I love chocolates.

Chocolates make me happy.
(i know i have said it a hundred thousandth time, but still , let me say it.)

And if i am going to be a doctor that's going to make people smile, i am going to arm myself with chocolates (and some magic tricks up my sleeve.) and spread the JOY.
Maybe in the future, (after much research, of course!) I will discover a chocolate that will cure any disease and make every one smile as well as making it affordable. And perhaps i will own the largest chocolate factory like Willy Wonka.

Imagine me as Willy Wonka. XD

p/s this is so much a random post. for the sake of fun and out of boredom. haha.