Of Memoirs And Musings

A Merry Xmas 2011

2011-12-25T02:06:00.000+08:00

Err.. ahem... it's been awhile. :)

I'm sorry I left you stagnant again.

I have graduated.
I am working now.
I lost someone dear.
It's very hard.

As days goes by, it doesn't get any easier.

So please, time, make it easier, as you go by.

How I Try To Get Gods To Bribe Me

2011-07-21T20:57:00.002+08:00

I have always wanted pets when I was young. Cats, dogs, rabbits... etc furry things, and fish doesn't count because they don't run to you when you called their names, and I'm not even sure if fishes have ears.

But my brother had asthma, and my parents diagnosed that I have mild asthma too but I'm quite convinced mine is fake because I faked the symptoms and I just craved the attention.

After constant pleading and persuading, it finally hit me that I was going nowhere if I were to work this out with my parents. Thus, I need to find someone who has higher authority than my parents, at that time, I could only think of God.

Being a seven year old then, there were only a few that I could think of, them being Jesus, Allah and Buddha.

And so one day, I was struck by a brilliant and fool-proof idea whilst in the toilet taking a dump. I was going to make a deal with the Gods, I thought. Since there are so much controversial on who is the real God and who is the fake, I was going to take advantage of this situation. So mentally, I spoke to them.

"Hey Jesus, I know you want people to believe in you and I do want to believe in you but you have to show me that you really exist. You have to give me a puppy then I'll believe in your existence. I know you are real, but have to show some proof ok? Peace out dude. "

Ok, maybe I didn't say peace out dude, but the rest is definitely true and I did mentally ~~bribe~~ made an agreement with Jesus so that I could get a puppy.

I wanted a cat as well, but I couldn't ask too much because it would make me look greedy and Jesus would know that I only wanted the pets, not asking for proof that he is real. So I tried it with Allah too. I went:

"Hi Allah, I know you have to compete with the rest of the other religions who claimed they are the true God, but if you give me a cat, I will believe in you. I know you're real, but you need to show me, then I believe you. "

And of course, not forgetting my lovely rabbits:

" Hi Buddha, it's me. You need to show me you are real by giving me rabbits or else I'm not sure if you are real and I'll have trouble believing in you. I know you're real but you've gotta give me some proof."

I was afraid of offending the Gods, so I made sure to tell them I know they are real and they just have to proof it to me. I was worried they might think I was doubting them so I need to reassure that I 'know that they are real'.

It was a great plan at that time.

The seven-year-old me imagined that all the Gods will fight to be the first to give me my pet dog, rabbit and cat to earn my trust and belief. And I would appear totally innocent because I just wanted to proof their existence, not greedy for pets. I would have my pets in no time, and my parents can't do shit about it because the Gods wants me to have it, and they are almighty so my parents will just have to live with it.

Apparently I over-estimated my membership into a religion. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into years but none of my wishes were granted.

When I finally had my first pet dog at last, it was about 6 years later, and no, it didn't turn me into a believer. The following years, the rabbits and cats joined the family.

But I didn't say, ok you prove your point, I believed in you. It was several years too late anyway, so it didn't count. But I don't think any God would be condemn a seven year old's silly little bribing scheme, because Gods are awesome and forgiving. All of them.

So that was how I tried to get Gods to bribe me when I was a seven year old. It was a silly conversation in the toilet, a little seven year old trying to get the Gods to bribe her, but I'm glad I wasn't struck by lightning for trying to get them to bring me pets. And don't judge me because I was seven year old then.

A Face You Can Trust

2011-07-10T19:21:00.001+08:00

Came across a very interesting article whilst google-ing around for cheekbones (I don't know why I did that, don't ask).

The article analysed on various ways and facial expression con man mark their target; face depicting which we trust and which we usually don't.

And as quoted,

"Working from those findings, they were able to create a continuum: faces with high inner eyebrows and pronounced cheekbones struck people as trustworthy, faces with low inner eyebrows and shallow cheekbones untrustworthy."

And I can't help but feel that it's true.

I see a criminal untrustworthy face on the left and a nice over-friendly salesman?? on the right.

I don't know what compelled me to start google image-ing for Abdullah Badawi (ex-prime minister of Malaysia)'s face.

I'd love to start analysing but I don't dare. I'm scared of ISA. And I'm also scared of the opposition party. Yes I'm a chicken cluck cluck cluck.

I forgot his name but he's one of the male actors from Friends, aye? This I'm not afraid cos Hollywood's too far away. We see a trustworthy face here, no? Smiling face, the eyebrows etc. This is a face that we trust, yes?

Then I don't know why, I googled for George W. Bush's face.

This is a 'good', 'trustworthy' face too.

And I also don't know why I googled for Cinderella next.

And Aung San Suu Ki

Then Karl Marx came to my mind. I don't know how he looks like, so if you don't, here's a little eye candy for you.

Aww... it's not fair to Karl Marx, he had too much facial hair for us to judge whether he looks trustworthy or not.

But although we always say, don't judge a book by its cover, we always do that, no?

And as quoted again:

Just as in other cognitive shorthands, we make these judgments quickly and unconsciously - and as a result, Oosterhof and Todorov point out, we can severely and immediately misjudge people. In reality, of course, cheekbone shape and eyebrow arc have no relationship with honesty.

Well said, well said.

Cheekbone shape and eyebrow arc have no relationship with honesty.

Grandeur In The Air

2011-07-07T01:43:00.001+08:00

If you know me, then you should know that prior to this blog, I had another blog.

It was years and years ago, should be in the 2006-2008s but I'm not here to promote that.
I've no idea where it went, tried googling it but it poof-ed... gone. :(

Anyway, it was the first prom night (so called) of my life in UTP, the theme being glamour and glorious and glitz or something like that.
And I went there, in T-shirt and jeans. Yeap I did.
And I remembered being so proud that I blogged about it.
It was total madness. I was unstoppable. I bet there are people pissed with me (hahaha), but I didn't care. I blogged about not conforming, not following the crowd, peer pressure and well, total crap.

Fast forward for 4 years, it's nearly time to graduate. While the first prom night of my life marks the graduation of foundation year; the final prom night in my uni years will mark my upcoming real graduation.
With many things happening this month, I was contemplating whether or not to go. I had exceeded my budget for very reasonable and meaningful things thus I'm a little dry this month.

But I'm wondering if I dare to pull it off again? Dress in tees and jeans? I bet I even have the same ol' trusty shirt and jeans (yeah I'm poor like that).
It'd be epic if I were to dress like that. Epic I tell you. Do I dare?
Goshh... I mean, I'm definitely not that crazy mindless bonkers girl 4 years ago.

For the coming 'prom night' (let's just call it a fancy dinner, it's not even a prom), the name "Grandeur In The Air", means it's definitely grand. Uh-huh, grand with a capital G.
Moreover, the theme is Oscar. Like how these people wear to an Oscar award.
But I did hearsay that if you aren't afraid of feeling 'under-dressed', then you can wear whatever you like.
It takes a lot of gut to do what I did, but what about now? I'm more matured, smarter, prettier, cooler, etc.. you get the picture... do I dare to wear tees and jeans to an 'Oscar' themed dinner?

Do I even need to think about it?
OF COURSE I DARE TO DO IT.
Because as I said years before, I'll say it again.
I Do Not go with the crowd. I Do Not crack under peer pressure.
But having the guts to do it doesn't mean I will do it though (haha, got you there, didn't I?).

I don't know whether I'm going or not.
But I can promise you this.
If I go, I will wear the same old tees and jeans.
Someone try to stop me.

Happiness

2011-07-01T02:16:00.001+08:00

I'm not a terribly materialistic person.
In fact, I would say, I'm hardly one. I'm not obsessed with money, unlike some of my friends, nor am I overly concerned about materials.

I don't have to drive a BMW, I'd be happy with a moving Proton. If I can't afford one, I don't think Kancil is as bad as they exaggerate. I'm not a 'national-car hater'. I don't jeer at people driving cheap national cars on the road, nor am I disgusted with the idea of cruising the road with one.

I don't have to earn a five figure, or six figure salary; I'd be happy earning what I need, and I can always save up for what I want. I believed you can never earn enough for what you want anyway. Once you have more, you'll use more. There's a malay proverb somewhere but it's somewhere else now. You may disagree with me, but that's not my problem.

I don't need to be a Dato', or someone really important, as long as I know I'm important to those that really matters.

I'd rather be a satisfied Nokia 1110 user (yes I am, black and white), rather than a complaining Iphone 4 user lusting for Iphone 5.

So you see, I'm a very simple person. I don't want much, I don't need much.
I just want to be happy. That's all.

I don't do, buy or have something to be happy. I'm happy just the way it is.
I create happiness from nothing, because I don't believe happiness comes with anything. It's something in you. You don't need to have something to be happy. You can be happy just the way you are. It's your mindset. You can choose to see the glass as half full, or half empty.

Beauty does not come from the layer of makeup you put on, true beauty comes from within.
Just as happiness does not come from the amount of money you earn, true happiness comes from within.

No matter what the source of your happiness is, may you find it, and keep it.

Green Nails

2011-06-29T23:37:00.000+08:00

I'm wearing green nail polish today.

I was wearing it yesterday.

Today morning, an sms from my PG said to meet my supervisor, now.

I was scared.

Because:

1. I don't have any progress

2. I haven't met my supervisor for the longest time (a few months?)

I was still woozy being just awake but that shook me up.

I changed and got ready to go.

Then I felt like want to go to the toilet.

The big business.

But I kept it in.

I'm always like this when I'm nervous.

Halfway there, I realised, I'm wearing green nail polish.

Dark green. Forest green.

All my ten fingers.

I cursed.

But I cannot go back now.

I'm already late.

So I made my excuses on the way there.

I tell myself, I will explain to my supervisor and my PG, should they ask me.

I will tell them.

I killed a tree.

Got its blood on my fingers.

I dared myself to tell them that.

What can they do to me anyway?

But. No.

They didn't ask me.

I was disappointed.

My green nails were eye-catching. I think.

Unique.

It's ok.

Next time.

I'll wear yellow.

Bright sunshine yellow.

Been soaking up too much sun, I'll say.

My Father on Father's Day

2011-06-21T16:25:00.003+08:00

Ok, so I admit, I tooootally forgot Father's Day until the day itself, when I woke up around 11am, sitting groggily staring at sweetie laptop, and some random person wrote on Facebook on how great his/her dad is etc.

And I go... Oh shittttt! I forgot today is Father's Day. Damn damn damn!! Immediately I googled for funny/interesting/hilarious greetings for Father's Day. Nothing I want. It's all those sweet touching greetings that I would not, I stress, would not send to my dad cos we are just too cool.

Then, I sorta got side-tracked by other stuff you know... like... FYP (yeah right), OM (bullshit), etc that I clean forgot about father's day, again.

Around 2.15pm, I received an sms from my dad, it goes:

Dear Mand,
Good afternoon. I hv been waiting for Fathers Day msg fr u since 12 mid nite. Hv u totally forgotten yr father because deeply indulged in love matters? Lovers can be a lot but father is only 1. I hv even rec'd Fathers' Day msg fr Najib Rajak. Perhaps yr msg is too long and u r still not ready!
Pa
ps: Is yr hp memory full?

I blood ran cold, literally. I was like... Oooooh sheeeeeet! Gotta do damage control quick. So I shot back a super fast text to him:

Haha haha haha haha. I've not forgotten at all. In fact, I've been looking for the perfect message but I haven't come up with one yet. Najib's message is forwarded to everyone, therefore not sincere.

I might just get a lot of shit from the authorities for saying that, but hey, come on, I've got to say I'm more sincere than Najib (who didn't forget about Father's day and I did). It's my dad, not Najib's dad.

After a while, I send another sms to him:

Well aparently, there aren't any funny or interesting quotes or sayings on the web that I could find on father's day. Most probably because father and humour doesn't usually go together. Oh but i did find this from a french proverb, a father is a banker provided by nature. Haha. Happy father's day. May you have many more to come.

And he goes:

Thanx for the proverb. Might be yr home flight account has already found its sponsor! Actually I never believe in Mothers or Father's Day. It's only business gimmicks! Everyday shd be a Mother or Father Day! The sms is only a joke fr Ma n Pa. The main intention is to inform u yr hp memory is full!
Pa

Yaaaa right Pa. Nice one. But you can't pull it off this one.
I know you've been waiting for my sms, as you usually do on your birthday and you would complain if you didn't receive any sms from me on the stroke of midnight. Sorry about that, but ah well...

Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there. And my dad sure is funny.

Dear Shops In Airport

2011-06-20T18:51:00.000+08:00

Dear Shops in Airport,

I think you shouldn't be in the airport. No shops should be in airport. There should just be airplanes, and probably some taxi drivers, but no shops. All of you should close down. Even the shops along the way to the airport. And all the shops on the road that leads to the airport.

You have no idea how much convenience you've brought to those who literally forgets their friends and families the minute they go on holiday. They are suppose to buy souveneirs from the exotic places they visit, not from the airport!

Yes, the airport is still in the country/place he/she/they visit, but they should buy souveniers when they are walking around the place, touring around, making a day or two out from their busy schedule to buy those back at home souveniers, not from the airport shops! Airport shops doesn't count! I want souveniers from Paris, not Paris Airport Shops. Your counterpart in Paris probably has the same shops as you counterpart from all over the world, Burberry, Pierre Cardin, Calvin Klein, but with an French Accent.

Your existence will just aid those lazy, forgetful people that forgets people a.k.a me when they go on a holiday trip. If they forget me, they should be punished by my eternal wrath and anger and an occasional subtle show of disappointment, not being rescued at the last minute by you. If they did something wrong, they should suffer! You shouldn't be available to these evil tourists. Yes, they are evil. No roads leading to the airport should have any sort of shops so that these bad people have to go home with feelings of insecurity, guilt, and regrets for forgetting to buy prezzies during their trip.

Perhaps you'd like to have a board meeting with the head of Global Airport Shops and maybe suggesting terminating your contract with the airport? Afterall, I'm sure the airport is squeezing you with the rental, not forgetting the threat of terrorist. Furthermore, the threat of diseases such as H1N1, JE, chicken pox etc is always highest in the airport, thus you might like to consider withdrawing from operating in the airport.

If you would please pass the message to your kind neighbours a.k.a shops beside road leading to airport, I'd be very grateful to you.

Best regards from ME.

I'm Not Stupid

2011-06-13T19:58:00.000+08:00

I was suppose to have graduated already, you see...

After all, it has been 5 years here, and I should have done all the, let's-take-photos-at-the-exam-hall, keep-in-touch-im-gonna-miss-u, cries-a-little-hug-u-bye, tq-lecturers-4-letting-me-pass, bye-utp-aka-shithole, pack-mah-bags-n-go stuff.

But NO! Nope no no... I'm still here. Surprise surprise~~

Because my university suddenly decided to keep us for a little while longer... for another 3-4 more months to be exact, because we need to extend 1 more semester, because my university made a mistake by having 1 less sem... sounds incredulous? Well... it's more or less something like that, and it's boring, you don't want to know anyway, so just accept it that we are being extended for 1 more semester.

So our batch is like the longest ever undergraduate students in UTP history... as in the whole batch ok... don't argue with me.

It's nice and all that, not that hectic and I get to stay around do nothing and still get some pocket money each month, so I'm not complaining.

But it's not the same for my friends and relatives back home.

You see, I came back during Chinese New Year, and they are like.. Ohhh... you're graduating soon right, this June?

And I say, oh.. no... extend 1 more sem, till Sept.

And they are like... what??

I can see the thought that crosses their minds.

She failed! Lousy, stupid, haha... need to extend sem.

Then I have to like... explain a little, everyone needs to extend, the whole batch, not only me...

It's a delicate art.

I have to balance between the lines of explaining a little and make them understand and not going over the edge and start making them think that I know what you are thinking you think I'm stupid and I have to extend 1 more sem but I'm not stupid it's just that everyone has to extend sem so it's not only me so don't give me that look.

So I just want to say I'm not stupid.

And it sounds incredulous that a university is extending 1 more sem for 1 whole batch of students, but that's what it is, and it only happens to my batch which is kind of special. All in all, my batch is the most unique batch in history where our final year takes more than 1 year, so it's not only me okeh... everyone, and I mean everyone has to extend. So all the auntie and ah mahs back hometown don't give me that look whenever I say I haven't graduate yet. I no fail fail, it's my course haven't finish yet!

Anyway, a look at my university which me adores~~

Stupid University makes me feel stupid everytime I tell people I haven't grad after so long. Stupid.

Awesome. Isn't it?

What A Joke

2011-06-01T12:06:00.001+08:00

Me is unhappy today. Very unhappy.

Let me tell you what happened.

On 9th May 2011, a little more than 3 weeks ago, I went to the cafeteria and bought a nice package of curry chicken and rice. Just when I was about to attack the big piece of chicken, I realised, it was about 85% raw.

Can you imagine?? A big piece of raw chicken covered in curry gravy on my rice. A picture tells a thousand words.

Raw Chicken (click to enlarge)

Rubbery raw chicken (click to enlarge)

Raw Chicken (click to enlarge)

So I wanted to complain. Then I remembered. Our Student Representative Council, or they call it SRCUTP, or MPPUTP, they have a little new department, called, Student Cafe Committee, or SCCUTP. And they have a blog! So I was happy.

My complain (click to enlarge)

So I posted a shoutout for help, briefly describing my situation, as can be seen from the picture above.

And I even kept the damn chicken in my fridge for more than 3 weeks, hoping for a response from you guys.

3 weeks later (click to enlarge)

Chicken 3 weeks later (click to enlarge)

So I checked back, day after day, hopping for a reply from them. No reply, and it has been more than 3 weeks. WEI! What are you guys doing? Dreaming?

Day-dreamers (click to enlarge)

Day dreamers (click to enlarge)

And I do believe http://utpress.blogspot.com is the official blogspot of MPPUTP?

Believe it or not, I do not have the effing permission to view it! They 'privatized' it. What heck! I'm a utp student and I cannot view the Student representative council's official blog? What a big fat joke. What if you guys are planning something wicked? Huh?

Permission DENIED. BULLSHIT. (click to enlarge)

Can you imagine, if Malaysia has an official blog, you're a Malaysian, and you DO NOT HAVE THE EFFING PERMISSION TO VIEW IT? What would you feel?
The blog should be for public, not some secret fancy club that only the elites are invited to view it.

I am fuming mad. What a big joke!
Other Universities student representative council members are something great, people fight to be in it, there are bloodshed, tears to fight for these seats, but here? Gah! Rubbish. I post a complain and NOBODY gives a damn.

If any of you joining this student representative council for the certificate, to make your resume looks nice etc, just step down. I've a feeling you guys are just happily opening another department just so that your resume can show that, owh! You are the president of this this this, of student representative council! WOW!

BULLSHIT, I tell you. Hey world! It's different here in UTP.

1. You tell me to post shoutouts in your little blog and you can help me to resolve issues regarding to cafe. But no response.
2. I can't even view my own university's official blog because I DO NOT HAVE THE PERMISSION to view it.

Along my many years in UTP, MPP and I only cross path a few times.

Number one: 2008 -kill all the dogs in utp incident by another genius in MPPUTP
Number two: 2011 -anjung rawa we have no balls please come to back us up incident
Number three: 2011 - my curry chicken is raw but we don't give a damn you're a mad dog barking incident

If there is an opposition team in UTP, I'll go to them for help, and I'm sure my issues will be resolved asap. It's like the governing bodies and the opposition bodies in the local politics. One is too comfortable in their own seats, another is very eager to prove that they are worthy.

And, hey guys, the so-called student representative council members, I'm so so so disappointed in you, yet again. But I've expected it anyway. I just want to let everybody in the world know what lousy job you guys are doing, so I hope it can kick-start you fire to prove that you are worthy of your job. But if it doesn't, that's ok, I've expected it anyway.

Just to promote their blog:
You can go to the UTP Student Cafe Committee (useless, no response) blog at: http://utpscc10.blogspot.com/

UTP official blog which UTP students themselves can't enter anyway because they don't have the permission and all that crap at:
http://utpress.blospot.com

Another Poster Post

2011-04-29T18:21:00.000+08:00

I love blogging with posters. It makes my life so much easier when I'm lazy. Plus, it's much better than all words.
It makes me seemed not neglecting the blog, yet coming up with fun funny things.

I'm turning 23. And this makes me sad.

Remember when I was like... 13, I had just started secondary school, and I thought it would take FOREVAHH to finish secondary school.
Then I finished it.

When I first entered UTP, I thought it would take FOREVAHHHH to graduate.
Now I'm just a few months short of graduation.

Seeing the trend, I'm thinking it would take FOREVAHHHH to be a billionaire, FOREVAHHHH to buy a huge kick-ass bungalow in the city center, FOREVAHHH to _(enter wishlist here)_

Anyway... just to make you feel bad on how ancient you're becoming, check this out:

Your Guide To Women

2011-04-16T05:48:00.000+08:00

I came across this, and I thought it'd be nice to share.

A Material Safety Data Sheet (MSDS) for women.

If you ask me, from a cat's point of view...

You don't get it? Ah well... it's ok, because

Presentation At Its Worst

2011-04-12T02:59:00.000+08:00

I'm not going to post about how to give the best presentation, nor the tips and guides to attract your audience. My Professional Communication Skills lecturer does that for a living. I'm not going to start making his life miserable.

(He's the best, by the way, but I'm not going to type his name here lest he finds my blog again via googling his name.)

However, I'm going to teach you how to make the presenter himself or herself feel terrible. It's extremely fun to do, and you can try it out anytime you want. It's bound to work 100%.

All these precious tips are accumulated by my own experiences, and some inputs from my friends as well.

During his/her presentation, a presenter is at his/her weakest.

Being in front, he or she can see every facial expression, hear every voice you make. Furthermore, the presenter feels that he/she is being judged, thus making all these tips even more effective.

1. Exaggerate facial expression which expresses disapproval.

Frown. And more frowns. Exaggerate your frown. Practice in front of a mirror!! Frown to yourself. Make the most disgusted frown you can.

2. Practice making sounds which indicates impatience

- Sigh loudly.

- Take deep breaths which are obviously audible.

- Practice making the sound 'tsk'.

- Tap your pen on the table repeatedly.

- Look at your watch and frown.

3. Look bored

YAWN. Rest your chin on your hand. Sigh every now and then.

4. It's time to go verbal!

Say things like:

- I'm very disappointed in you.

- How long have you been here?

- Why are you presenting simple things?

- Didn't you prepare for this?

- I don't want to hear this. Next.

Use your imaginations. Practice it in front of your friends or roomate. Practice it in front of the mirror with suitable expression. Always remember to use hand gesture.

5. Show facial expression of disappointment

- Shakes head and sigh

- Shakes head and close eyes.

- Close eyes and frown

Again, practice makes perfect. Remember to try combinations of expression to find out which is the best for you.

6. Attack

- Make some funny jokes about the presenter's body size. (A must try!)

- Try to get the other audience to laugh with you after pointing out the presenter's mistake.

- Whisper to another friend, look at the presenter, and both you and your friend burst out laughing.

- Make sarcastic remarks.

7. Sleep

There are so many other ways to make the presenter feel bad during a presentation. I'm sure most of you had experienced it before.
However, on a more serious note, it's mean to make a presenter feel bad. The level of bastard-ness and bitchiness in you must be really high to pull it off.

Oh yes, I have came across such people before. Just smile and act dumb. =)

10 years later, it all wouldn't have mattered anyway.

p.s. My fydp presentation yesterday was good. This is not a post to rant.

Why Do You Love Me

2011-04-05T12:48:00.004+08:00

At some point of your relationship, she asks you this question, “Why do you love me?”

When you’re suddenly apprehended with such a question, heed my advice, PROCEED WITH CAUTION. Imagine yourself in a middle of a giant minefield, and the wrong step implies instant death, and a bloody one.

There is nothing more lethal than this question. It is the barracuda question from the species named Girls, when at certain point of her life, a certain hormone in her triggers, and she ambushes you with this C4 loaded question.

A correct answer from you would mean VICTORY, a well-fought battle, give yourself a clap on your back. You are entitled a few weeks of shower of love, hugs and kisses from her before she cracks her mind with another lethal question again.

A wrong answer, sadly, would be a tragedy. Imagine Hitler a few hours before his death; imagine Japan after the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki; imagine the unsinkable submarine in Malaysia; Tragic, with a capital T You probably have to spend the night on the couch; and what’s worse, the question will come back and haunt you in a few days time again. It’s a trial and error process until you get the RIGHT answer.

I love you because you’re YOU.

I’m serious here, tell me why you love me.

I love you because you are beautiful.

So you won’t love me when I’m no longer beautiful? What if someone is more beautiful than me?

You’ll love her then?

I love you because you’re kind.

How did you know I’m kind?

I love you because you have a good personality.

What is it about my personality that you like?

I love you because you are different?

(smiles) What’s so different about me?

You have a spark in you.

(Hugs.) Really?

Maybe the vaguest answer is the best. Things that are uncountable, untouchable, unmeasurable. Funny how the answer that explains the least is the most correct answer, isn’t it?

Girls probably just want an answer that identifies her, and the reason for you loving her is just as unique as her fingerprint or her DNA. So special and unique that it makes her believe that there won’t be anyone else that could ever replace her, or even measure up to her in any way.

So guys, the next time she asks, “Why do you love me?”

Be smart.

Give her a mysterious contented smile, a warm hug and a gentle kiss.

Say.

No, scratch it.

Don’t say anything.

You can thank me later.

The Dilemma Of The Chicken Seller

2011-04-02T20:44:00.003+08:00

Prepare for a headache.

This post is actually credits to Charles Lai. It all started with a question:

You spent $8 on a chicken, sold it for $9. But you wanted to earn more than that, so you bought back the chicken for $10. Then you sold it to another person for $11. How much did you earn in total?

If you have NOT attempt the question before, please do try it before reading the solution.

Please don't calculate the depreciation and what nots... just take the question as it is. Don't cari pasal, tq.

So what is the answer?

Is it $2? Or $1? Or $0?

Simple arithmetics, isn't it?

If your answer is $2, you're prolly thinking like this:

You pay $8 for the chicken, thus -8.

Sell chicken for $9, thus +9

Buy chicken for $10, thus -10

Sell chicken for $11, thus +11

Simple ain't it?

so we have

-8 + 9 -10 + 11 = YES!! a profit of $2!!! I'm earning maaahhneee by this!!!

I have a question, how do you buy the chicken if you have $0 to start with?

So you tell me... Okeh okeh, ASSUMING I have $10 to start with.

Then I say... I cannot stop you if you insist that you got $10.

Then those saying $1 profit is prolly doing it this way:

Selling chicken: $9 - $8 = $1 profit

Buying back chicken: $9 - $10 = $1 deficit

Selling chicken again: $11 - $10 = $1 profit

So...

Profit = ($ 1 + $ 1) - $1 (deficit)

= $ 1

Profit is $1. Makes sense doesn't it?

If you get $0, it's prolly because you counted it as:

Because:

1. You buy chicken at $ 8

2. You sell chicken at $ 9

Meaning you get $1 profit here.

3. You buy back chicken at $10

Meaning you already offset the profit. You gave back $9, meaning you give back profit as well. It's like giving you $1 and taking back $1. Moreover, you incurred a loss of $1.

4. You sell chicken for $11. You get $1 profit from $10.

Conclusion: $1 profit - $1 loss = $0

What's your say?

Cat and Bobbi

2011-03-06T21:14:00.023+08:00

I wanted to write something, but I don't know what to write. I'm sure you have that feeling at times too.

I wanted to update my life, to tell the world, HEY I'M STILL ALIVE!!!

Do you want to hear about my FYP (Final Year Project)?

I doubt. It's sophisticated by the way. It has terms you probably never heard of. It has the word CD44, hyaluronan, and colorectal cancer in it. Yeah... I'm finding a cure for cancer~ (shamelessly bragging)

I wanted to tell you, I saw a lot of monkeys in campus recently.

I saw:

- 1 monkey stealing a bag of gardenia wholemeal bread and eating it in the field.

- 1 baby monkey eating a banana

- 1 monkey in my corridor, rummaging through the rubbish bins of all the 4 houses on my floor.

I wanted to tell you, a few days ago was my bloggie's 3rd birthday, but none of you remembered. How could you? It has a few teeth coming out, and it can say mama now. Sure it's a bit slow, but give it some time will ya?

Coincidentally I found this picture in google image. This image does not belong to me.

And now for cosmetics reviews:

I have............... ermmm.... (rummaging through drawer)...... Aha!

Bobbi brown long wear gel eyeliner in black ink.

My nose shit also more than this small tube of black ink.

It is small. And black. And it's suppose to make your eyes look big. Or long. Or both.

Costs me RM 75 for 3g. I can't remember how I got it. I think it's a gift. Or did I buy it? Or my mum's? Something like that.

It has rave review elsewhere. You can read them there.

Am I suppose to do a before and after of the wearing gel eyeliner thing? I think so. But I'd better not. It'd do more damage than good to the product. The company might sue me.

So if you want to have big long eyes as below, use an eyeliner~

I iz da pwettiest wiz my Bohbbies Brownz eyeliner. I da sexy catz nowz.

Hope you enjoyed reading my first venture in cosmetic blogging. I'm good ain't I?

Revival

2011-03-02T18:49:00.004+08:00

I revived this blog, in a quiet sort of way.

Because I don't want to be reminded how long I've neglected it. And I'm so embarrassed by my negligence that I don't want to talk about it.

But mostly it's because I wanted to make it look like I've always been updating this blog, and it's just that you haven't been paying any attention to it, so to make the blame goes to you and make you feel guilty.

I've looked back at my old post, and I realised I couldn't write anything like that anymore.

I'm just too grown up, too matured, too modern, too chic to write anything like that anymore.

That part of me has left. I'm sorry.

From now on, I'm gonna write about uhhrmmm... fashion and make-up.

Yeap, this will be a pit-stop for all fashionitas and make-up lovers and skincare enthusiast.

I have a great sense of fashion. Really. I mean, really. Just you wait.

I'll start with fashion in this post.

Wear something you like. Because if you look awful, you can't see yourself in it anyway.

That's all guys. Hope you enjoyed it. Till the next post! It'll be all about make-up and skincare. Aren't you EXCITED????

Stay tuned! Till then. Adios.

Before I go, I'd like to share with you what I do in my room everyday.

So Long, Farewell

2010-07-08T13:50:00.003+08:00

I caught the 10.40am flight this morning to KL, leaving the little island called Labuan.

And as much as I wanted to go, I'm leaving this place with mixed feelings.

I hated this place, it's terribly hot, yet I'm in an air-conditioned room nearly 90% of the time.

It doesn't rain here, but I didn't have time to enjoy the rain even if it does.

There isn't any decent shopping complexes here, yet you can get all the things you need from the supermarket in town.

I have adapted to the countryside lifestyle here.

I have gotten used to reaching a place in 10 minutes, and calling a 15 minutes drive far.

I've met some true good friends here, and I hope to keep them close to heart no matter where I go.

Another ending, a new begininning.

I'm already missing you guys in Labuan.

I missed the Red Ass, Mr. Oddy, the Boxer, the Nodding Head and a little Snake.

And the sunset in Labuan is not bad at all.

Beautiful sunset in Labuan

When Your Hair Starts Standing

2010-06-29T09:49:00.007+08:00

Just when I was here bitching about Labuan being boring in the previous post, something interesting/exciting/dangerous happened.

I'm not sure whether any of you have ever received this email. The email is about a girl in Sequoia National Park, California who suddenly saw that her hair was standing on ends. The other tourists thought it was funny, and her brother snapped her picture.

5 minutes after they left, thunder strike at that place, killing 1 and injuring 7 others. Email ends there.

On Sunday, I went to the beach, Layang-Layangan. 3 of us were having fun, walking rather far away from the shore, the tide was just coming in , the skies heavy with menacing dark clouds and rolling thunder. We were playing with this fish which is black on one side and white on the other, the black side has eyes but not on the white side of the fish. Weird eh...

We were video-ing, laughing and having fun, when suddenly, my friend who was holding the video suddenly had a change of expression, and shouted: " Run! Faster run! Believe me. Run!"

I thought Tsunami was coming, so I looked towards the sea, finding everything ok.
She continued shouting, "Don't look! Just run! Believe me! RUN!!"

Another friend beside me just looked at me, and looked back at the video-person, and suddenly grabbed my hand and dragged me.

This one even more dramatic. My friend say, " Don't ask why. Just run. Run towards the car."

I said, " Let me wear my shoes first."

"No, not enough time already. No need to wear. Just run!"

So we started running, and sped up to a sprint. THe expression on their faces is enough to scare me shitless. I was thinking, Run! Run! Run for your life!. And what's worse is they are athletics, and I am a lump. But still, when survival mode kicks in, the lump can bounce fast too.

When we reached the place where there were a lot of pine trees, the video girl stopped, panted, look back and say, " No, not far enough, keep on running."

So there we were, three of us, barefooted, sprinted towards the car.

Upon arriving the car, it was already pouring. Finally, they told me, they saw each other's hair standing on ends. And they recalled the email which mentioned about high voltage in the air, which has a very high possibility of thunder striking at that place.

When we were sprinting like 3 damn cheetahs, our hair was still standing on ends, unmoved by the wind.

Worst part is, I didn't see any of the hair standing at all. I only sort of guessed it when they keep on looking at each other's heads.

So i f any of you are at a wide open area, such as a football field, or a meadow, with you being the tallest object, be alert. When you are caught in a thunderstorm, dont hide under a tree. Go to your car and close your windows. You'll be safe as long as you don't get out of the car. The charge won't ground even if lightning strikes you as long as you don't step out.

I take back the part about Labuan being boring. It was an eventful day. I love you guys. I don't want to die. Yet. Take good care.

Before And After

2010-06-25T10:21:00.005+08:00

I don't feel so young anymore.

Somehow, along the 30 weeks, my youthful and robust spirit got sucked away, leaving me feeling old and tired.

2 more weeks to go... and as quoted as a collegue based in KL...

"Finally, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel."

He's so not exaggerating.

Before internship, I was an overexcited young pup, enthusiastic and cheerful, with the pink wet tongue hanging out, tail wags excitedly, jumps up and down, puppy eyes and friendly, scratches ear with hind legs, urinate when gets too excited, lick own ass after shitting… you get the picture…

After internship, I’m old and grumpy, growls when you get too near, drag my tail when I walk, smiling is a rare occasion… like when I see people fall down… just leave me alone…

Before internship, I said I would finish up all the movies in my external hardisk, all 156 movies in the “Movies haven’t watch” folder.

After internship, I still have those 156 movies, unwatched, and also another 100++ movies added into the “Movies haven’t watch” collection.

Before internship, a few of us made a pact to ‘become beautiful’ after intern.

After internship… Let’s not even talk about it.

I knew I should have accepted the offer in Kuching. But I’m glad I came.

There are just some side-effect of stuck in a place like this for too long…

I remembered when I went to Miri for some training, and I walked into the shopping complex. The smell of the shopping complex… you know?? That smell?? I nearly cried… I felt this immense surge of joy from the bottom of my heart when I see outlets like Sushi King, Secret Recipe, Hush Puppies… At that moment, I hated myself. I felt like some country-side cat which has never seen the city before. I felt like a true loser, weeping from joy from being in a building higher than 3 floors. I felt like those ‘Sarawakians’ the West Malaysian thought we were – living in trees and swinging from branches to branches.

Still... it's not so bad...

The beaches are nice...

We have cheap cars, chocolate, liquor and prostitutes.

All in all, it sort of made it all OK...

The cheap stuff really made it seem not that bad after all... =)

A Facebook Story

2010-06-06T09:06:00.005+08:00

I'm one of those rare, endangered species who still doesn't have a facebook account. Yeaps, that's me.

It makes no sense. I have a laptop, internet connection, friends, fingers, eyes, brain, and yet I don't have a facebook account.

Common question thrown to my face:

Hey, you got facebook or not? Add me leh...

Common answer from me:
1. I don't have a facebook account.
2. I don't need superficial internet connection to stay connected to my friends.
3. So everyone has a facebook account and I must create one? I don't want to be a conformist. I don't go with the crowd.

Typical response:

-.-'''

At first it was just pure laziness. And I've always thought it would be a fad, like friendster. It will end soon. And besides, once I start joining it, people will start leaving it. Like friendster. Then, the entire population will switch to something like... Feetbook, Handbook, Palster, MySpot or some other typical friends connecting network.

Many tell me, facebook is different. It's fun. It's gonna last, forever. It's not like friendster. Friendster is lame. Watch me, once I sign up for a facebook account, the entire facebook population will start migrating away to something else. It's like I have a internet transmittable disease or something.

There was once I have this friend who told me,
"Facebook arrr... very difficult to sign up... need to fill in this and that, many things... I register halfway only. Havent register finish..."
which I suspect most probably he exaggerated. After all, he is the one who thought driving is rocket science. However, it just sort of implant the mindset of [ facebook arrr... hard to register].

Most people around me play games on facebook. A lot play the fishtank game, which I found to be the utmost weirdest game.

A few clicks = fishtank cleaned
Click click click = feed the fishes
Oh shit, forgot to adjust the thermostat. Water too warm.
Click click, adjusted! Yeay!
Click treasure chest = Yea! Got money.
Now my fish looks happy! Gonna name this new little fishie Goldie.
Hmm... now to see my friend's fishtank.
OMGosh! XXX's fishes look so sad. The tank is so dirty. I better help clean up.
Click click click click click....
You get my point?
And let's not even get me started on the pool table game.

I asked them,
"What is so great about facebook anyway?"

They say,
"Well, you can stay connected to your friends. Do you know I found my primary school classmate on facebook? I couldn't believe it. I was so happy!!"

Staying connected to your friends in facebook? Hmm... ~~Most likely kaypo-kaypo about other people.~~ That's really caring.
And I find it so weird, people would be so happy if they found their classmates of 20 or 10 years ago. It's like they find it so hard to believe that their classmates are still alive. Like they are suppose to be dead and never heard of once you leave school. Seriously.

But not having a facebook has its downside though. When my friends pm me excitedly, "Hey hey, see this photo!! Omgomgomg....!"
Then comes the link... http://www.facebook.com/&^$^@*%*!
And I would go, ARGH!!!

But now, I'm still facebook-less. It's like a belief I strongly hold on to now. It's like... a part of me.
If someone asks me, how do you describe yourself?
I'll say, "I don't have a facebook."
It's like an identity to me now.
People, when referring to me, say, the girl without the facebook.

It would be funny, if 2 weeks later, I started asking others, hey, can add me on facebook or not? This post would be a big slap on the face.

For Jasmitt

2010-05-28T15:41:00.009+08:00

Like what the header says, this is the place where the sad becomes funny, and the happy remains fond memories. Mitt Mitt, this post is specially for you o~ You must be damn proud right now.

Our mamak session, Milo + football.

Out to Ipoh ~_~

Camwhoring session during EDX, snap snap~~

Your tie + your gold medal (taken during IB class~~) or was it your tie? I think it was. =D

This was our last dinner together. My last photo of you.

Taken on 24th November 2009, 8.33pm, dinner in Tronoh. =)

Yeaps, that's us.

All of us.

So Mitt, you were always telling us of how you have a lot of our sleeping pictures in lectures stored away in your laptop, and how you were going to make a montage of it and show it to us during our final sem. I guess, the montage you promised will be pending for a long long time. And what about our final year sleeping postures in lectures? Really Mitt, it won't be the same. Not even close. But anyway, I guess you took off a little bit earlier than scheduled. I wasn't prepared. None of us were. But, I just want to say, missed you, love you.

Blogging With Posters

2010-05-17T20:36:00.008+08:00

Hi~ Surprise...

It's been a while... I know.

So here I am, trying to make some excuses for myself.

Actually, it's that most of the time, myis not so good.

Besides, there are many

around here.

And more often than not, I dont have enough

But mostly, it is due to

and I don't have enough

in maintaining this blog.

I just don't have that much

anymore.

But then again, I'm sure you guys know, it's all

bullshit.

Last but not least, I just want to share with the rest of you this meaningful poster.

The Lonely Night

2010-02-02T01:16:00.004+08:00

It has been a little more than 2 months since I last left home.

Life has been pretty hectic, because I haven't got quite home-sick yet. It is only late quiet nights like tonight that home beckons.

It is times like these that I suddenly miss my granny; of the smell of my granny's talcum powder and her Axe Brand oil; of her gently stroking my hair while I lay my head upon her lap in her bed; of her constantly nagging me to be careful wherever I go; of us, sitting on the bed, chatting about everything under the sun; of the comfortable silence when we ran out of topics, just us, being together.

I missed the crickets ricketing at night; the frogs croaking their melody; the silhouette of the big mango tree under the moonlight; the reflection of dancing light from the fishpond outside.

It will be Chinese New Year soon. Let me tell you a little secret here. It is a lie, that people have to go back home to celebrate Chinese New Year. It is just a method to get their bosses to grant them vacation. It makes the boss looks bad if they don't grant their employees vacation on their festive days. The magnitude of mean-ness is equal to running over your cat on purpose.

You Don't Have To go back to celebrate. Just like the muslims don't have to go back to their hometown during Hari Raya, or the christians during Christmas, or the indians during Deepavali.

Nobody has to go back home. There is no obligation. Yet some of us just want to go back.

Perhaps just to be at home again.

Perhaps just to recharge in our comfort zone before going back to the battlefield to continue the rat race again.

Perhaps just to be in touch with our humane side before going back to where we lose a bit more of our compassion, empathy and sanity.

"There is no home like the one you've got, cos that home belongs to you."

I am just feeling a little nostalgic tonight.

Dangerous Distillate

2010-01-29T21:51:00.009+08:00

Some professions have all the luck. Doctors, lawyers, firemen, policemen, detectives, pilots and presidents. See how many movies are made about them? Grey's anatomy, CSI, Private Practice, Ally Mcbeal, Ladder 49, Air Force One, Scrubs etc... These professions are just naturally attractive and exciting. Simply pick one element of their profession and they can make a million viewers glued to the television.

Which makes me, of course, reflects back on my course. Chemical Engineering. Hmph. Imagine this.

CE1- Chemical Engineer 1
CE2- Chemical Engineer 2

Scene: Wearing coveralls and safety boots and safety glasses in a distillation plant.

-3, 2, 1, Action!-

CE1 (sweat dripping from forehead): Oh no! The methanol distillate is not 97% pure! It's only 96.9%. Oh My God.

CE2 (pales):What happenned? This is not possible!! How could this have happenned? Get me the Casio 570 calculator! Quick... We haven't have any time to lose!!

CE1 (passes CE2 the calculator): Casio 570 calculator. Here you go.

CE2: Graph paper.

CE1: (passes graph paper and wipes sweat from CE2 forehead)

Tension mount as other technicians gather around, the silence so thick a knife could cut through it. Everyone held their breath as they await CE2 to finish his calculation to figure out why the distillate is not 97%.

CE2 (frantically presses the calculator): The calculator's battery is dying on me. Don't give up on me now!! Come on!! Come on!!

CE1: We need back-up calculator battery here!! This is an emergency!! We need help here! Somebody! Anybody!!

Technician: We don't have enough supply of Casio 570 batteries in our base. We need a transferral from the next plant!

CE2: We Don't Have Time to wait for the batteries from the next plant!!! The batteries are so weak I could hardly see the cursor. You get me the batteries and you get it quick.

CE1: We could try the Casio 350.

CE2: I suppose that is our only option left. May God help us all...

-end of scene 1-

And we shall give it a sexy title, like, 'The Impure Methanol', or a mysterious thriller, such as 'Dangerous Distillate'.

Tagline (deep male voice) :They thought the distillate was 97%. They were wrong.

And most people would probably watch it because of the handsome actor on the top left corner of the poster. Yeap, that sexy hairy actor with the mesmerising blue eyes. Yum.

Job Interviews

2009-10-31T09:09:00.008+08:00

For those current 3rd year 1st semester students, I believe your internships are just around the corner. In 1 month time, some of you will pack and move to some shit-hole faraway town or state that you pray so hard you won't go there, but God just took a holiday. Generally, places like Melacca and KL are HOT; but places like Sarawak, Sabah, Terengganu, Kelantan and the little island in the middle of China Sea are only HOT to those living there themselves. No matter where you guys get, best of luck to you; and to those that will go to Sabah and Sarawak, you can start your swimming trainings now or else you might not out-swim our crocodiles. Our crocodiles have a tendency to gain weight in every start of an internship period. And I wonder why.

However, if you still do not have any placements, maybe these are some answers or comments that you gave during the interview.

1. I play with fire when I'm bored.

2. Is it just me, or does your room smell like dead fish?

3. Who is that girl in the picture on your desk? From far, she looks exactly like a pig!

4. I thinks mine strongest point are mine goods Englishes.

5. I t-th-th-think muh-muh-my s-s-st-strong ge-ge-ge-gest puh-ppuh-puh-pp-point i-i-is muh-muh-muh-my guh-guh-guh-guh-good keh-keh-keh-kehkeh-communnica-k-k-cation
ss-ss-sskills ah-ah-ah-and muh-muh-muh-my duh-duh-duh-dynam-m-mic puh-puh-pres-s-sentuh-tuh-tation. (If you've gotten impatient while reading this sentence, imagine me typing it. I'm not exactly having a ball here either.)

6. I won't stay back for no-pay-overtime. I'm not that stupid.

7. Wow, your slacks are really tight. I can see your whole butt outline.

8. I've got this erghh.... irritating contagious rash between my thighs and... ergh... it's so itchy. (starts scratching vigorously between your thighs like a monkey.)

9. It's really hot in here. Your company can't even afford to install air-con? Oh gawwwd you guys are cheap.

10. While interviewing for Health Safety Department:
Ermm.. can I go now? I think I forgot to turn off my gas stove at home.

11. What do you expect to see in yourself in 10 years time?
Ans: Older but still alive.

12. Is that your secretary out there? She's so HOT!

13. Is this interview over yet? Because I have two more important interviews to attend later.

14. I have this habit of picking my nose and sticking the pus under the table.

15. My strongest point is I can touch the tip of my nose with my tongue.

16. Does the internet in the office ban porno websites?

And they say honesty is the best policy. Hah! I bet they've never been to a job interview before.

Hungry Ghost Festival

2009-08-23T16:50:00.013+08:00

Do you feel particularly cold at night these few days?
Do you feel something weighs upon your shoulders lately?
Do you feel the nights are particularly dark these days?

From 20 August 2009 to 18 September 2009, you best not walk alone at nights, because it's the 7th lunar month in the Chinese calendar. Still don't understand? It's the infamous Ghost month of the Chinese, celebrated as a traditional celebration.

And they say...

During this lunar month, the gate of the underworld is opened. Big ghosts, small ghosts, ugly ghosts, pretty ghosts, all the ghosts from the underworld, they have their holiday. They are free to roam around amongst the living, and to visit/play pranks/drag people back to hell.

Death Varder

At the beginning of the lunar month, we say, the 'Ghost Door', is open just a little, so the number of ghost that came out are a little. As the month progress, into the middle of the lunar month, the door is opened at its widest, so the number of ghosts that roams around are at its peak. This is when we celebrate the 'Hungry Ghost Festival'. As the lunar month reaches its end, more and more ghosts return back to the underworld. And at the end of the lunar month, finally, the 'Ghost Door' is closed.

Don't come haunt me, please don't come find me, I burn joss stick for you.

At the beginning, middle and the end of the month, you can see people burning joss sticks, incense, and paper-maches (in the form of shoes, shirts, handphones and whatever you can imagine) in front of the house, or in the middle of the road. If you should see some food such as chicken, white rice or fruits in the middle of the street, please do not be so happy and think that there is such thing as a free lunch. It is actually food offerings made to the hungry ghosts, because they can only eat once a year when they roam the living. So if you were to eat the food of a really hungry ghost who has starved for a year, then it's sayonara to you, good bye and good luck, see you back as a ghost next year.

Yum yum delicious...

There is no such thing as a free lunch.

Or a free dinner.

Besides food, Hungry Ghosts also need entertainment. So there will be many stages set up and many people will perform on it. Yes, real live people can go watch. No, if you go watch, the ghosts won't drag you away. But if you see very front rows seat left empty, don't be too happy as they might be specially reserved for 'special guests'. So before you sit down, you'd better ask whether the seat is taken or not.

Enjoy street performance with a non-crowded crowd.

No, they are not ghosts.

During this month, there are a lot of taboos.

1. Do not walk alone at night.
2. If you are walking in a group, you mustn't call your friend's real name. You can say, hey girl, or BB, or CC, so that the ghosts will not learn your name.
3. Do not play with water, i.e. no swimming lessons.
4. If someone tap on your shoulders at night, do not turn over. That 'someone' might be a 'something'. Get it?
5. Do not travel long distance.
6. No weddings.
7. Late night activities are not encouraged.
8. Lesser business transactions.
9. Do not eat the food offerings in the middle of the road.

And at the end of the lunar month, i.e. near 18 September 2009, this is the month where there are most likely to be accidents and deaths, because the ghosts are going back to the underworld, and they are lonely and sad, no company, so they will drag people down there to accompany them.

This is just to share and to scare. Not to worry, it only last for a month. After the 7th month, they have to go back anyway. Just make sure you stay alive until then.

And The Pig Sneezes

2009-08-11T00:17:00.009+08:00

I know this is rather old news, but please forgive my campus for being slow. Internet slow, allowance in slow, announcement slow, office work slow... not to mention various other things. Even this popular sickness H1N1. Not that the spread is slow, but slow as in, my campus only had to be closed only after the swine flu is no longer popular.

Compared to SARS, swine flu, despite its creative name, is not as popular as SARS. You really can't blame it though. The death rate compared to its infection rate is just too low. People stop paying attention to it. Even if someone really dies from swine flu, the public will think that... ahhh... he/she/it very old already... or maybe on his/her death bed anyway. Not only that, there are just too many exciting news on the paper nowadays. The case of was he pushed or did he jump? And of course, the death of MJ. And the drought. And the haze. Sorry la piggy flu... you're just not that interesting anymore.

Snort snort ahhh chewwww sniffles...

Had our campus be closed at the time when swine flu is most popular, our uni name might be on the front page of every major newspaper. We could be famous! There might be reporters taking our pictures and interviewing us! It could have been! If only.... aih.... Since the disease had taken so long to reach our campus, any hopes of making it to the papers disappear.

When I told my friends from other universities that my campus is about to be closed, silly but true, they go... wahhhhh so damn lucky lar u guys, got extra holidays. People actually envied us! They didn't think it was dangerous. They didn't think it was contagious. Nahhh.... we couldn't care less about all those health crap. There was only one word -- HOLIDAY!

However, it's a whole different story when I swam back to Kuching. My mother told those sales people that I came back due to this widespread of swine flu in my campus, and they all stepped 2 paces backwards from me, and gave me the dont-you-come-near-me look. And when I pretended to sniffle a little, they turned pale, and when I walked out of their store, I could hear the distinct sound of disinfectant spray.

And this all reminds me of the very famous Kosaki disease 11 years ago. Did you know that I've had it? My furry paws had those red little spots on it, oh yes, me. I was afraid that my friends would avoid me if they knew I've had it, but oh no! One of my friends accidentally saw my furry paws, and I became an instant celebrity. Every 50+ classmates of mine crowded near me, wanting a look at those little red itchy spots on my palms. They were all jealous of me! Wow! I bathed in their stares of admiration for nearly a month for that. They thought I was lucky to have it. They knew that Kosaki kills, but it just seemed to add on to the excitement of it. Sometimes I wonder if they were stupid.

But now, my campus reopens. My parents were terribly afraid of the residue virus in my campus, but me, being young, I feel invincible. It's just the flu. How can sneezing kills you? Still, my parents fear for my death, thus, the whole bundle of medicine in my room.

Can open pharmacy already

And here I am, back at the campus again. I wonder if it's only me, or is everybody else praying for another uncontrollable outbreak of swine flu. I think it's just me.

He Is No More

2009-07-23T22:13:00.015+08:00

During my holidays, Michael Jackson died! Not that I'm a particularly big fan of his, but still, it has quite an effect on my daily life. When I flipped open the entertainment section of the newspaper in hopes of seeing handsome actors or sexy actresses, I see him.

When I read the newspaper, there he is again.

When I flipped a magazine, guess who donned the front page?

When I switch on the television, he greets me.

When I switch on the car radio, he serenaded me.

When I meet my friends, I hear various poor imitation of him.

When I'm surfing the net, he awaits at every webpage.

When I open my email, he's in every spam, hoax and junk mail.

When I pass by a record store, he's on every rack.

When I go to a shopping mall, he's hiding behind every corner.

He's omnipotent, omnipresent, omni-everything and he moonwalks. Reminds me of God.

Sometimes, I kinda pity the actress, Farrah Fawcett who died on the same day as him. It seemed pretty unfair to me, Michael just steal the spotlight away. So if any of you want to die, please choose the correct day. Try not to die on the same day as some infamous people. Try dying one day earlier, because even if you die one day later, the news will still be circulating around them.

It's just like in my blog. Half the post is all about him. Yet that is the power of a superstar. When I grow up, I want to be just like him. I just need to shave a bit more, practice on my catwalk, and try to sing something else other than meow. And maybe I need a bit of a surgery on my ear, it makes me look fat.

Hello Kitty's not my lover... she's just a cat...

Money Well Spent

2009-05-09T18:01:00.014+08:00

Do you know what you can do with RM105 million?
If you're not familiar with English, in numeral form, it's a freaking long RM 105000000, and it doesn't include any decimal places too!

You can be a millionaire 105 times; you can buy a loaf of gardenia bread everyday for 143836 years; you can eat a RM3.50 meal 3 times a day, everyday for 27397 years; you can have KFC for every meal everyday for 9590 years; or you can blast one single man off into space for 12 days.

It was 1 year and 7 months ago when Malaysia launched the Angkasawan programme. We used Russian technology, Russian spaceship and Malaysian taxpayer's hard earned money to blast a man off into space.

The Angkasawan programme is, supposedly to, as quoted,

" create awareness among Malaysians the importance of science, technology and the space industry, which could help develop the economy further."

Tell me honestly now, did this programme make you aware of how important science, technology and the space industry is? The objective of the programme failed to apply to me. I knew science and technology was important because I like convenience. I like TVs, air-cons, computers, internet, cars, that's why I know science and technology is important. I'm lazy, that's why science and technology is doubly important to me. You can't just make people realise how important technology and science is by spending big bucks sending a handsome doctor into space. Things just doesn't work that way. What they did was only created a single very eligible bachelor in Malaysia by using RM105 million, and that didn't even include plastic surgery!

Now he's a Datuk too. Some people has got all the luck.

So here we are, 1 year and 7 months later, and most of us are already forgetting it. New things came up, like the swine flu, Beijing olympics, and South Park season 13 etc, that the Malaysian astronaut thing just became a piece of yesterday's news, and getting more dim everyday.

Was the Angkasawan programme really necessary? RM 105000000 is no small amount of money, you know. We are a developing country, not a developed country. We are not countries like the US, UK, Japan, or even Singapore. We are developing, most of Malaysians are poor, there are beggars on the streets, there are many pot-holes on the highways, and we use small flimsy boats to travel the treacherous rivers of Sarawak.

Potholes to collect water on rainy days and also bust your tyres

A common sight, almost like street performers

There are crocodiles in the Sarawak River

So if you are blaming yourself for the Nike shoes, the Rolex watch, or the Porsche sports car, don't feel so bad, because nothing can top RM 105 000 000. But the RM 105 000 000 did not come out of their own pockets, so they won't feel that bad either. It's a win-win situation.

There are plans for the second phase of the Angkasawan Programme, to send a second astronaut into the space. However, our first Malaysian astronaut said that the programme need not be continued as it was costly. Well, it was convenient that he realise that the whole thing was costly only after he got his turn in space.

It was the taxpayer's money, but taxpayers have no say over how their money is spent. That's the beautiful thing about politics and democracy, and that's what makes me love my country so so much. Malaysia, truly Asia.

Bling Bling Blogs

2009-05-05T00:25:00.038+08:00

I don't like to blog walk. Other people's blog are so sophisticated with all the glitters and bling bling and animation and graphics that when I get back to my own blog, I'm so disappointed with myself. It's not my fault that I'm a computer idiot. Heck, I jumped over the moon, together with the cow, when I knew how to upload pictures onto my blog. Pathetic, I know. I didn't even know what is a header.

You know, there are blogs which will suddenly load music when you open their page. I remembered I was happily doing homework when I was browsing through some blogs, then all of a sudden, there was this lonely Frank Sinatra voice singing "My Way" from god-knows-where. My windows media player wasn't open and I'm not really a die-hard Frank Sinatra's fan so I'm not really keen on meeting his spirit. Most of all, any song that play by itself at 2.30am is creepy and will scare the shit outta you. After a lot of prayers and a quick attempt to shut down my PC, the Nancy Drew in me realised that I had exorcised Frank Sinatra's ghost after I closed the internet browser.

R.I.P. Please don't come find me.

And did you know that you can decorate your header? Header. I'm so proud when I discover this word in someone's comment. I just call it, the thing on top of your blog. My friends can upload pictures on it! And they uses photoshop. I don't know how to use photoshop. I use paint. You see the difference?

You see, my friend here uses photoshop to dunno how to crap out this nice picture with a eerie little girl with white hair and white dress and eyes closed, and an upside down moon and stars and holy night and somehow, this all have something to do with being lost in the middle of nowhere. They say a picture says a thousand words. I dunno. Sometimes the picture just makes me ask questions. I mean, I wonder why the little girl is there. Is she lost? Why is her hair white? It doesn't resemble the blogger. My friend has long black hair. And why holy night? And why is the moon upside down. You know? I just wonder about these things...

Sometimes I think the face looks like she's constipating.

And I realise that black colour makes your blog looks cool. See, this two sama gang only. I don't know man, but why the wolf, I can never guess it. My friend doesn't look like a wolf, and there's this oversize, overweight moon behind the howling wolf which is one step away from plunging to its death from the cliff, and there's this phrase 'wolf's pride' there which I've no idea what's the meaning and maybe this all has something to do with his innerworld, which all doesn't make sense to me.

Maybe the wolf wanna become lion king.

This one is even better. You see the cartoon of the little girl in the yellow circle? This is even more weird. This spooky little girl can follow you wherever you scroll. Oh yes, seriously. I'd scroll up and down as fast as possible just to see how well she can keep up, and I realised that she just won't go away. In the end, it just gave me a headache as I wasn't really sure I was scrolling at all or not. It's just weird. The little cartoon there is possessed. It just follows me everywhere. And I don't know how she do it, but the picture in the yellow circle on the right is actually a slideshow and the picture actually changes every 3 seconds.

Someone please call Edisi Siasat.

And look at this joker. Ok, this I have absolutely no question to ask. But then, this is one of those rare blogs that makes me happy to go back to my own blog. See, I go to other people's blog to see nice things, nice pictures, nice graphics... This blog always gives me a fright to see a ~~psycho, weirdo~~ face smilling ~~creeply~~ at me. This is way beyond me. Why do you wanna scare people away from your blog? And if you see closely, there's an earring on his ear, which makes me doubt his sexual preferences. Luckily this face is only at the blog's header. If this face follows me around when I scroll down, I'll get nightmares.

This picture is just not right.

If you're not into black, then there's white. If you're not into white, there's black again. And this is white. Black or white just makes blogs look cool. Like checkers. Or like the 50's films. Like Casablanca. And also like the lizard's shit. This one is very lovey. And I don't know why there's a love sitting on the see-saw. It must be an analogy of something which must be too advance and complicated for the simple brain of mine to understand. These little side pictures always distract me. I've always wonder whether the holding hand picture is her hand or not. And I wonder whether the love-shaped clouds are Photoshop-ped or not. And I wonder why the blog is always not centered. And I wonder why my cursor always disappear when I enter her blog, which is unsettling, and of course, it gives me a headache as well.

Black and white with a dash of pink. Lizard got digestion problem.

So now you know why I find my blog depressing and I get a headache too when I squeeze my brain juice trying to think of ways of decorating it. But at least I'm not in white or black like lizard's shit. *winks*

This is really plain. I really need some Elvis or Sinatra to haunt my blog.

But at least I have my beautiful face to make up for it.

This is my favourite pose. They say I look seductive. Meoww...

So my blog isn't as good-looking as others. But I have a very good-looking face. Hah, beat that! They say I resemble Tom Cruise. I think so too.

Sometimes they can't tell us apart. We're very alike. I think it's our eyes. He's just more tan. I need to get more sun.

Love: Lost & Found

2009-04-26T18:07:00.015+08:00

12 days ago, you walked out on me. You left me alone in this big bad world, all all alone.... howl....

I was very angry, to say the least. I was shocked, surprised and hurt. I had always thought you would stood by me, give me warmth and comfort. I had thought you were dependable, sturdy, funny, patient.... Well, I thought wrong.

You left me, just when I need you the most. I was lost, angry, and confused and then, more angry and angrier and angrier. I started to get violent, physically. A gentle tap became constant hard slappings and occasional curses. I couldn't believe you just block me out. There was no communicating with you. You wouldn't listen to any of my input, you wouldn't respond to anything. You just gave me that blank look.

I started to reflect and regret. I try to remember what went wrong. I just couldn't think of anything. I'd give anything in the world to know what went wrong and fix it. I'd pluck the stars, steal the moon, block the sun, eat dog food, anything... to know what went wrong. I asked nearly everybody, anybody, but everyone had a different opinion.

I couldn't believe it. We were so good for 1 year and 8 months. We were compatible. We were perfect. We were meant for each other. You were always there for me. You stayed up with me when I needed to study for a test. You'd follow me wherever I want you to go, whenever. IRC, cafe, airport, Kuching... anywhere. We watched the lamest movie together and shed tears for every touching scenes. We laughed at comedies and we screamed for thrillers. Without you, there was no entertainment in my life. I know no music. I know no movies. I found it difficult to concentrate on studies. I couldn't contact my friends. I was cut off from the world.

My parents told me to forget about you and find another. My friends say you're as good as dead anyway. I wouldn't listen to any of them, and my heart felt a sad burden whenever I hear any sad love songs, such as:

"I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you, I can't be too late, to say that I was so wrong..."

"I know I'll never love this way again, so I keep holding on...."

"cos youuuu~~~~~ left me, just when I need you the most..."

"My heart will go on and on....."

And then, four days ago, behind your back, I contacted the DELL technician. 20 mins later, despite your protests of trying to confuse the technician with your screws and chips and parts, you're fixed and good to go. Apparently, you got too warm and you overheat your graphic chip, thus the blank look.

At times, life sucks, but don't take it out on your PC, because without your PC, you don't have a life.

I have faith in you....

Remember to tell your laptop how much you love it everyday, because, who knows... today might be its last day. *touch wood* But if tomorrow never comes, will it know how much you love it? I love you, my laptop. Please don't die on me again. My heart can't take it. My wallet can't take it either.

Re-activate

2009-04-13T02:05:00.009+08:00

My blog has been left idle and inactive for the past 12 months. I bet my blog missed me. Have ye all missed me? I know you did. Don't bother denying. How can anyone not miss me? I'm such a dear, I know.

It's been awhile. I've grown prettier. This is the new me.

Aint I pretty?

So much has changed, yet many remained the same. The internet connection here still sucks. Even more so if you ask me. We cannot access Google webpage, gmail and gtalk and all the g-stuff. Rumours has it that ITMS geniuses had a fall out with the google company founders and they are not friends anymore... (jk, jk....) But seriously, cmon... no Google? How are we gonna search for info on the internet and all the mumbo-jumbo stuff we do to improve our academics? How are we gonna 'google' for stuff now? Yeah, we can use yahoo and all that, but who uses the slang, "Later I'm gonna yahoo for the info needed for the project."? That is just so un-cool. We are not only a bunch of nerds, but now, we are turning un-cool too? Oh this is just GREAT. So much for a technology university.

Old age is catching up with me. I'll be turning 21 soon. I just can't wait to vote. I can't wait to register myself as a voter and get caught up with the frenzy and fever during election time. Soon, I'll be able to participate in the madness. I just can't wait for those politician to beg for my precious vote. HAH. Let them rant and coerce and plead and persuade me to vote for them. Finally, the day has come when cats are allowed to vote. The ultimate plan to take over the world is one step closer. *evil laughter* All hail Meowth, our great leader!!!

"...surrender now or prepare to fight!!! Meowth, that's right!"

All hail Garfield too, our role model of fatness and lazyness. That is what all cats should aim for.

Cat's Idol

So many things to say, so little time, so little space, so much laziness, so why don't we leave it for another post, eh? I have to obey the Cat's sacred rules, one of them being, to be lazy at all cost. Thus, this is where I paws off. Thus, with my cat voice and the powers and claws vested in me, I hereby announce this blog officially re-activated. I now pronounce you cat and blog. You may now end the blog. Purrrr...

Why We Are Who We Are

2008-04-26T00:14:00.004+08:00

Sometimes, I would surf around UTP-ians blog, reading what they've wrote and their thoughts and all. I would stumble upon most blogs, complaining of how the people in UTP are 'kiasu(s)' , how they study 24-7, have no social life and stuff. I kid you not. I've read some senior's blog, and they describe the juniors now as those nerds aiming for 4-flat and 4-flat only. We do not mix around and we join events just for the sake of certificates and not for the experience. Juniors complained of UTP-ians as bookworms that study all the time, prioritising only on getting great CGPAs.

I mean, come on! This is definitely not our fault. Just think about what the ESU people say ALL the time. Yes, those 'threatening' sessions on cutting back your allowance if you don't perform and such. They go like,

"Get below 2.5 and it's no money for you losers."

"Get great results and we will reward you with a semester in Aussie."

"You are here as a student, your work is to study."

"Study, or else your guarantors will have to pay back every single cent to Petronas ."

Do you think they would say:

"If you don't go out and socialise, we are not gonna give you your RM500 per month until you do."

"You must ensure that you know at least one new friend every week or else we will withold your allowance and your fees."

Better yet,

"Those that know the most people in UTP and socialise the most will win a trip to Aussie to get to know more people."

Do they say that? Heck no! See?? See?? It's not our fault that we wanted to strive for good results all the time. We just wanted our RM500 safely deposited into our bank accounts every month, and if in luck, get to go to Aussie to see some ang-mohs and show off to our friends.

Certificates... Do you think we want those pieces of paper? No we don't. But to secure ourselves a job in Petronas and its affiliates, it is like a necessity. You see, they have a strange mindset that the more certificates you have, the more 'well-rounded' you are.

"We want UTP students to be well-rounded. Yada yada yada... 500 ringgit per month is more than enough, provided you live a life of a student... yada yada... If you get pointer bla bla bla... suspend your allowance until you perform... bla bla bla...we will reward you if you get good results.. bla bla.... like your seniors.... bla bla.. go australia... yada yada...."

Now that, is the typical ESU session. They entice us with Australia, they threaten us with poverty and they bore us with long ESU sessions. How dare we not study more? You see, the moment we step foot into UTP, our lives revolve around only one single very important thing. ALLOWANCE. We will succumb to anything to ensure we get our RM500 every month. We became those easy manageable nerds who dare not complain about many things, less outspoken, more nerdy, and suckers for certificates and 4-flats. The damage RM500 can do... is unthinkable.

P.S. I Love You

2008-04-16T02:22:00.012+08:00

I was contemplating whether I should let my parents know about the existence of this blog. Should I tell them? What would be their response? I think my dad's blood pressure will shoot through the roof. These are most probably what will happen after they saw my blog.

Entering imaginationland

Situation 1

Via SMS from Pa:

Dear Mand,
I have read your blog but I think you should consider the outcome of your actions. Although you may enjoy blogging, I think you might find better things to do with your time, such as studying, sleeping and observing the growth of you fingernails. However, that is only my opinion. I'm sure you are mature enough to decide on your own. Take good care.

Translation to plain layman language:
Ah Qing, you better stop blogging now and start studying or else you are so gonna get it when you come back. My rotan will be waiting for you.

Situation 2

Via phone:

*ring ring*
Pa: Are you blogging now?
Me: No. I'm sleeping. It's 5am!
Pa: Ok. I just wanna make sure.

15 minutes later:
*ring ring*
Pa: Are you blogging now?
Me: It's 5.15am! I wanna sleep.
Pa: I know you do. That's why you shouldn't blog.
Me: But I'm not! I'm sleeping now.
Pa: Ok, good. Night~

15 minuters later:
*ring ring*
Pa: Are you blogging now?
Me: ...

Situation 3

Parents flew over to UTP.

Pa rushed into my room, unplugged my laptop and threw it down my 4-stories-high window.
Me: What are you doing? Noooooo.......
*Dramatically outstretches my hand*
Pa: That's to teach you for blogging during your free time.
Me: That's my laptop! You killed it! I'm not forgiving you forever and ever and ever!!!
Mama grabbed me by the collar and flung me out the window.
Mama: That's to teach you for not forgiving us.
I splattered on the ground below, on top of my laptop, skull split open with blood oozing out.
And so this is the tragic story of Qing, and of how blogging killed her.

Exiting imaginationland.

Nope, let's not ever tell them about this.

Do You Still Remember?

2008-04-09T23:27:00.013+08:00

Some of you might find it hard to recall, especially since Alzheimer disease is stalking two steps behind and some portion of your brain are degenerating as you hit the 20-years-old mark. Take it easy now, I don't want you to overwork you useless fragile brain, I'm sure you'll remember as we go along.

Not so long ago, when we were somewhere in primary school or kindergarten, a five-member-team of colourful heroes invaded our lives. They are the .... (Come on, let's sing along)

Go, go Power Rangers! (music)
Go, go Power Rangers! (music)
Go, go Power Rangers!
Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers!

Come on, you know that song. I know you know that song. You know I know you know that song. Which kiddo had never liked those five colourful idiots anyway? Don't tell me you've never watched the 30-minutes stupid show. They were everybody's heroes at that time. Power Rangers were soooo hot back then. Every kid I knew loved them.

Remember when they have to transform from normal teenagers to the mighty power rangers? They had to flash out their stupid medals with a certain style and a certain pose, then say something totally stupid, and poof!, abracadabra, they became heroes in tight colourful suits --POWER RANGERS! I'm sure most of you had tried that pose and say those words before, right? Hahaha... Even if you deny it, I won't believe you.

And how would the plot go? Some evil queen wanted to invade the Earth, then she will send some monster to terrorise our peaceful world. Fear not! Power Rangers are here! They shall slay the monster, and the world will be at peace. Every single episode is exactly the same! Don't they have any other storyline? (You are not using your brain! oops...) That's why I've always thought that children are amazingly stupid. Even though they know Power Rangers always win and the storyline is always the same, still, they loyally sit in front of the TV at 7pm on certain nights just to cheer these colour-men on.

Boys wished themselves to be the Red Ranger - Jason, and girls opted for Kimberly, the Pink Ranger. But then, when there was this White Ranger who came about later on, he gained quite some popularity from the boys. What's his name again? Kenny or Rogers or something. And also, not forgetting the ever-famous Alpha, the funny robot with blinking lights and a saucer head, with his speech comprising of many 'EE-EE-OH-EH-EIL' in that fake robotic tone. And how could we forget the head of power rangers, the deep booming voice and a big long face in a white cylinder, Zordon. (Actually I cannot recall the name, ahh... the miracles of internet.)

Alpha

Zordon

Go Go Power Rangers

When they all become one

Tight pants are not good for sperm production.

Didn't we just loved them? We just had to have the Power Ranger's T-shirt, the little power rangers, the stickers, the backpack, you name it.

However, gone were those days, when we were young and naive, and believed that good will always triumph over evil. Those days, when I wasn't caught in the middle between adulthood and youth and trying my first few steps into the big bad world out there. Those were the days, when I was stupid and immature, tactless and thoughtless, insensitive and insensate... (Amazing, no? Who would have thought the great Qing had been such a person? She is simply wonderful now! Huakakaka). How I missed those days, when my life resembles simple organisms such as Paramecium and Amoeba, with the primary objective being eating, sleeping, defecating, and watching Power Rangers. And those were the days. Do you still remember?

All Around Me

2008-04-05T18:22:00.004+08:00

The problem loading page from Mozilla Firefox was on display, and I clicked Try Again. Still, it didn't go through. Finally, I deleted the unpublished post. The sucky internet connection here prevented me from posting the rudest post in my life. Ahh.... with all those vulgar words, I'd be so ashamed of myself now. The rantings and the shootings and sarcasm, oh boy.... thank you ITMS for the lousy connection.

I realised something, my blog is where the sad becomes funny and the happy is still very happy, where does the anger go? Ahh... anger should never step foot on my blog, thus this shall be a happy post.

At the beginning of this semester, our course was divided into 2 groups, namely Group A and Group B. No no no.... it doesn't mean you are an A student if you are in Group A or likewise. They just don't have any other more creative names, you see. Engineers, what do you expect? We are boring.

Luckily, literally, I was in group B, together with Cally, Herman and Renae and Raymond. Amy is with the rest together in Group A. Haha... oops...

Let me introduce ye all to my darling coursemates. Raymond is less often with us, he's found others and he's neglecting us already... huhuhu... (joking joking), but yes, Raymond is around less often with us.

Introducing my coursemates (Drumrolls) :

Raymond : A flutist of Chinese Orchestra, he plays the harmonica as well. Most importantly, he's up for grabs! A nice picture of Raymond.

Raymond saying Hi!

Ain't he just cute? And so fair. As white as paper. Literally. Hahaha... Sorry la Raymond, I didn't have any of your pics.

Renae : A former member of the S.W.E.A.T team, of which she is the co-founder but now has more or less become an inactive member. (S.W.E.A.T team is where you must master the art of saying the word 'sweat' in a very fashionable manner. You must pronounce it as 'Suuu-wet', and you must remember to say that if you hear anything that is funny, not funny and interesting. Aihh... a tough job at that. The team gained popularity back in 2007, but has now lost most of its member. ) She is a bold and outspoken girl, and a master at grabbing tables. Now Renae is a member of the 'Suku' Squad. For those that do not know, suku is a word in Kuching which means stupid, and JB uses that as well, from what I've heard. However, only she has the ability to turn this insulting word into art. Now, she calls people by the word 'suku'. Isn't this just great? The word suku has become a normal term in our lives now, and its just so normal to call, "Ooi, suku, ooi! Lecture in D2 la. Really suku la u." A nice pic of Renae:

This is take two, cos she say the first pic not nice. Looks candid? No, its not. Already posing one.

Herman : A guy who loves to rap, and the only rap I've heard before from him is something like, "This is why I rock, this is why you're not.... bla bla bla." He is not good in rapping, hahaha... 'cos first of all, he sound like too much saliva splashing in his mouth. Secondly, he just doesn't sound cool enough. hahaha.... With a vocabulary consisting of 'Fat Ass, Up Yours' and such, he is a notable fan of Southpark. Actually, he's handy to be around with, as you can shove all your books into his arms and a real gentleman as he is, he'll carry it all for you. A very caring guy too, and a great person to be around with. Don't see he is a big size guy, in reality, he is quite a nice guy. Quite... LOL.

Herman

Cally : Ahhh... this girl. Shakes head shakes head violently. She has been pestering me for several days as she knows I wanted to post one of her pics up here. She was like, hey, when are you posting har? Faster post liao. I want you to post a whole post on Cally Lim and Cally Lim alone. hahhaha.. Seriously! The more she pesters me, the more I don't wanna do it. hahaha... A self-acclaimed lesbian, which is not true, she already has her Aaron, she is a huge fan of 'hee' and '...'. If you ever chat with her, or sms, or she wanna leave comments, and she does that anonymously, fear not! If you see those message has lots of hee and ... and also huhu, then you'll know it's her. Trust me, this never fails. By the way, she will be performing at FESCO tonight with her Gamelan. You MIGHT just get her autograph and a pic with her.

Cally Lim

Amy: Don't be fooled by her mild and sweet expression, she's actually a very very bad girl. Easily influenced by her peers, now, she sounds a bit like a Southpark fan, minus the slang. Her ideal husband is Jay Chou, but we, as her good friends must always remind her to stop dreaming. The ever-famous term, 'Reaching for the Impossible' does not always work. A co-founder of S.W.E.A.T, she is, unlike Renae, still holding on to this team. When you chat with her, you will be bombarded by 'lolx' and 'muaxx'. From experience, she is a very nice person to hold and hug. So comfy ooo... Hahahahaha.....

Amy

Me : This is me.

In UTP, I rule.

I use this to type.

I go crazy when I see a string.

They say I resemble my mommy. What do you think?

We are all currently members of the FFC (Fishball Fan Club).

We play handphones in our free time. Maklumlah, semua dah berpunya. Me, cos I have a great phone. :)
This concludes my post. What had started as a ball of anger now had turned into a nice post. Again, I'd like to thank the ITMS department for their inefficiency. Without them, this post would never have been published. In its place would be another post instead, full of words with not-so-proper language usage.

A note to those mentioned above. Please don't take any offence if you do not like what I've posted. It is all in good humour. If you don't like it, then you can close this window. If you like it, you can buy me fishballs on Monday. Cheers!

Have A Heart

2008-04-02T15:11:00.014+08:00

Yesterday, I saw something that reminded me of the plight which canines face in Malaysia. I went to Kampung Bali to celebrate my coursemate's birthday and I saw this. It was very friendly, waving its tail excitedly and begging for food.

I am a nice little doggie

Ouch!!!!!

I ain't a human, but this hurts too, ok?

I didn't know who did this, or why he/she/it did it. That gaping wound definitely did not look natural to me, so don't tell me the dog was born this way, and I doubt that is a self inflicted wound. No no no, that looked like someone trying to deliberately chop the dog into half. How could someone bear to do such things?

This reminded me of a news on 2nd December 2006, of which a stray dog named Joy was repeatedly being called 'haram' (meaning forbidden in Islam) by Indonesian workers in Malaysia. The dog was beaten until its lower jaw was crushed and dislocated. Joy was rescued by Sabrina Yeap, a managing partner of the FFF (Furry Friends Farm) and its jaw had to be surgically removed, and it can only take soft food now. A request from the SPCA to the government to educate the muslim foreign workers on the subject of loving animals especially dogs was paid no heed to.

Joy before the surgery.

After the surgery.

Joy the dog.

Let's focus on somewhere closer, say UTP? Remember the so-called creative article, 'Dogs Trouble?' written by Muhd Izzudin bin Hamidan of Civil Engineering, EXCO 1 of welfare department of MPPUTP in utpress.blogspot? Luckily they've already taken down the post, or else it would just show the world what a stupid article it was.

It was similar to shouting out to the world, 'Hey, my name is XXX and I totally support violence towards animals. And I can simply accuse those canines of doing things they didn't do, such as 'turning the whole block upside down' and saying that they are a threat to us students. Oh what the heck, the dogs can't press me with charges anyway. They can't talk, remember? So I can just accuse them of whatever I want, and hope that the students will support my suggestion to shoot down these dogs.

This link here is the response of the article of 'Dog Trouble?' from MPPUTP. Yes, the shooting of dogs may have been implemented by the UTP management to curb this problem before, so you think this makes it OK, right, correct to shoot dogs again? No it doesn't. Seriously, is that the only suggestion you could come up with at that time? I'm really really really terribly disappointed with your so-called creativity dude, and I was even more confused as to why you even posted the 'Dog Trouble?' article in the first place. It was like someone posting without doing proper research and preparation and recommending lousy suggestions. Disappointed, really disappointed. *shakes head

Yes, I do know that it is 'haram' to be in contact with dogs for muslims, and you have to wash 7 times, the first wash with soil, should you ever touch a dog, but I don't think that Islam supports its followers to inflict pain on dogs. Much as muslims detest even the sight of pig, they cannot kill the pigs, or inflict pain on it because all animals are creation of God.

For muslims, they believe that if there is a dog in your house, the angels will not enter your house. But hey, do you think angels will even come near you if you beat up dogs just because they are 'haram'? It sickens me to think how those Indonesian workers seemed to think they were doing a holy deed when they were beating up that dog. How would you like it if I crush your jaws eh? I'd think I am doing a holy deed too by accelerating the process of karma.

For muslims, God wouldn't want you to be in contact with dogs, but God didn't issue you a shoot-all-the-dogs-you-want ticket. I don't think God will give you the green light to kill dogs just because they are 'haram'. Dogs are also one of His creations, and God created it for a reason. For those who believe in Judgement day, remember you have to answer to all your actions when that day arrives. Those who believe in Karma, remember what goes around comes around. Those who have no religion and believe in nothing, remember that all animals have pain receptors, and just because animals aren't human, that doesn't mean the pain will hurt less. So when those Indonesian workers' days are up, they should pray the reason 'I thought I was doing all muslims a huge favour will suffice. If not, oh well, may they rot in hell then.

Look at us cats! In UTP, we rule!

This tabby cat scratched me in the leg in cafe while I was doing my lab report one night. I think this is also the cat which scratched my coursemate, Chem*o's hand when he tried to give the ungrateful cat some food one day. Now this is a real and actual case of animals in UTP causing injuries to students, but I bet everyone will just laugh their asses off if I were to suggest a feline massacre in UTP. I'd think it's ridiculous too. I saw it peacefully sleeping on this cupboard today and I didn't break its jaw or pour cold water on it or anything. I still think it's a very cute and cuddle-some kittie. You guys should present me with a reward of something.... great forgiving soul award or tolerance award or something.

So people, have a heart. Animals, namely dogs, are mistreated due to perhaps some misunderstanding of Islam. (I say this base on wikiAnswer and many other Islamic websites on the internet.) When I say mistreated, I mean it in the sense of torturing, neglecting and killing them. Perhaps you think I have no right to comment or say something like this, but hey, I'm entitled to my own opinion, besides, I didn't say something base on nothing, I did do research, unlike some people, and the best reason of all is, this is MY BLOG. Ha!

Let's All Say No

2008-03-28T11:26:00.016+08:00

Lately, we have a very very interesting phenomena in UTP. Only the privileged can see it, ie. those who have early classes, preferably before 10am. Yes yes, I am one of those who are lucky enough to witness it, both times somemore. Finally, there are such things as walking banners!!! This is a miracle of the advertising world! What do I mean? Take a look at this. I called it 'The Chipsmore Effect', which obeys the rule:

Now you see me (8am)

Now you dont~ (11am)

Amazing, no?

Here's a close up of the banner.

Still can't see it?

It says: TSUNAMI bakal melanda
SAY NO TO EUPHO.

Translation: Tsunami is going to strike. Say no to Euphonius.

Why did I call it the chipsmore effect? 'Cos the banner is only around in the mornings. Near 11am, it is mysteriously gone! Must have walked away on its own. Now you see me, now you don't~~ It's been like this for 2 days in a row already, I didn't take the photo of yesterday's banner, but it's also like say no to eupho.

Now, we can conclude that those fellas who put up these banners MUST BE 4-flatters. Why? They are so free, no need study, till they can waste time to wake up seven early eight early in the morning to decorate this banner and hang it up. For me, waking up for my 8am class is already a major problem, and these people are... wow... amazing. As the saying in mandarin goes, 'eat too full, nothing to do. '

Second thing, wow, UTP students are genuises. They have discovered another factor which contributes to Tsunami. It's EUPHONIUS! Wow! They are even smarter than those scientists working their asses off in the States, in Europe, China, Japan etc. UTP students are indeed well rounded and hand-picked, best of the best eh? Definitely creative, I must say. I wonder what do they base their statement on. Nothing? Most likely. All crap and no proofs is simply bullshit that we don't have to spend our time listening to.

Enough crapping, for the record, those that I have written above are in sarcasm. Any idiots around, please don't think I'm praising them.

Now for some serious matter, I do wonder why UTP management allowed this to happen. What happenned to the throngs of Pak Guards and Mak Guards who are always around? Are they closing an eye on this? I do hope the management are gonna investigate this matter. After all, they make such a big fuss when someone posted something they don't like on the internet. Now, this big white banner, it's not small, mind you, is right under their noses, what are they gonna say about it? Are they gonna practice double standards? I'm SURE UTP management are NOT GONNA DO THAT. I'm SURE they are gonna officially announce something, and some serious disciplinary actions are gonna be taken, RIGHT?

If this thing is allowed to happen, if no stern actions are taken, well, soon, there are gonna be:

SAY NO TO CONVOFAIR
SAY NO TO EDX
SAY NO TO TEC
SAY NO TO INTERVILLAGE SPORTS CARNIVAL
SAY NO TO FESCO
SAY NO TO HALAL FEST
SAY NO TO MAS WEEK

Tsunami bakal melanda, tolong say no to pekara-pekara di atas. Kalau anda semua say no to pekara-pekara di atas, tsunami takkan melanda. Kalau korang semua men-support-kan event-event ini, tsunami akan melanda besok. Tolong fikir masak-masak. Saya tidak mahu mati. Kalau korang semua mendermakan RM10 kepada saya, saya guarentee Tsunami takkan melanda besok. Lusa tu saya tak tau lah.

Once you allow someone to protest this is in such a way and you don't do anything about it, soon there will be more and more protests. There are bound to be a handful of people not happy with this or that, protesting about this and that. I have no idea we have such a great amount of freedom of speech in UTP, but not in blogs.

If students are allowed to protest events approved by the SSS so easily, soon, this will happen:

Ali wanna say no to FESCO.
Abu wanna say no to HSE WEEK.
Ah Tan wanna say no to TEC.

There will be people giving ridiculous reasons for their protesting of certain events, and who are we to say what reasons are acceptable and what are not at that time?

HSE WEEK is wasting money.
FESCO is wasting electricity.
TEC is wasting energy.
Halal Fest is wasting time.
EDX is wasting ink.
INTERVILLAGE SPORTS CARNIVAL is wasting... something.

See what I mean?

I'm Just So Popular

2008-03-24T02:38:00.001+08:00

Did I advertise my number somewhere? Why am i just so popular these days. Let me tell ya all what happened these past few days.

Friday morning, I have lectures starting at 8am. (oh heck, my class starts at 8am everyday, with the exception of Mondays.) Bless you, Monday!!!

Anyway, back to the topic, as you know, my classes start darn early, and I'm not always in the best of moods on mornings, but on last Friday, around 6am, a stupid phone call rudely wake me up from my precious sleep. Guess what?! This guy, is dunno who, from dunno where, with the number 03-77844183. And there he was, mumbling away, and I was like, what? Who are you? What do you want? And he was heh heh, yaya.... Siapa ini? Who is this? Where is this?

For God's sake! You called me and now you are asking me who I am? Aint you suppose to know who you are calling, and where you are suppose to call? Dayuummmnit! Wake me up from my precious sleep! Did he know that the most scary phone calls are those that call in the middle of the night or early morning? There might be family emergencies, so that's why I am so afraid of phone calls at unnatural hours. What's more, this guy called me at 7am again! Damn him!! I need my god damn sleep! And there he was again, mumbling god-knows-what, and when i asked his name and what did he want, he was like, hehehe, oh nonono, just calling only, and then hang up on me! Please lar, if he is using the office phone, then call someone else, don't call me!

And then on Sunday night, I was sleeping again. (LOL, why do I always seem to be asleep.) Anyway, it was 8am, and once again, my lovely loud and rude ringtone (Kyle's mom is a ....- from southpark) wake me up once again. This guy, however, did sound very similar to the previous guy. He was mumbling as well.

Me: Hello, who is this? what do you want?
Guy: hello.. mumble mumble....
Me: hello?? What?? How did you get my number?
Guy: Is this your number?
Me: How did you get this number?
Guy: Oh, i dunno this number. I was just trying out numbers, and then I don't know who is this. I'm just trying and calling....
Me:.... speechless and fuming!

I just hang up.

You think it's over? Not by a long shot.

He sms me. Saying whats his name and from Nepal. NEPAL!!! Does Nepal people use digi?

And so i sms back. I asked him did he called me that morning at 6am. (If he did, I was gonna kill him. )

He sms some gibberish back of which i don't understand. My god, Nepal's english must be rather difficult. I don't understand a single word. So I ignored him. Wasting credit.

However, he flooded me with sms. Asking me why didn't i sms back. As one of his sms went : Hello im sory to u i no the your number bt u dount andistuyn your number..? (see what i mean about the good english)

And then he started calling. Oh my god, it was scary. Please lar, I only send a text message to him and he thinks we're engaged? Gee man.... So he started calling and calling, and messaging and messaging...

And I ended up with an inbox of 9 of his messages and god knows how many miss calls.

Sometimes, you've just gotta take the hint when people tells you to LAY OFF!

If I don't know you, don't call me. I'm not some stupid chatroom providing small talks for those loners out there

If you wanna call me, you'd better know me, know where I am, get to the point, and no mumblings.

If you wanna sms me, say something that's legitimate. What the heck is ferend? And pealess? And don't say scary things like, ' Hello fnd i woting for your sms.'

I swear the next person who does this wacky arseholey thing is so gonna get it.

The Perfect Man

2008-03-19T18:20:00.005+08:00

Not so long ago, a bunch of us were discussing the perfect guy. There was this smart-ass joining us in the discussion. Believe it or not, it's a guy. I mean, why are=there are guys interested in this topic anyway? I mean, how gay can you get? Anyway, he was the main contributor of what makes the perfect guy.

According to him, these are what girls look for:

1. Guys who doesn't talk too much
Girls are naturally talkative animals, if guys keep on interrupting their speech and robbing her the right to ramble, she won't be too happy about it. Besides, more talk, more wrong. (Direct translation from mandarin.)

2. Guys who are gentlemen
Everyone likes a person who holds the door, who helps you when the load is too much, who greets them, and polite etc. No girls would like a pervert who jokes about sex half the time.

3. Guys who are generous
A little generosity never hurts. It's those who are too kedekut that makes people feel so sick of.

4. Humour
No doubt, humour is the best thing that can lift your image. BUT, beware, those guys that laugh at their own jokes are simply not funny. One of the major turnoffs is that when the listener doesn't even get the joke and the guy is simply laughing his head off. Or sometimes it's just not that funny and they have to force themselves to laugh, which is a painful thing to do.

5. Confidence
Acting like a wussy is just not attractive. Or sometimes when girls seek for advice and the guy just simply say I dunno oh... U think leh? Up to you lah... etc...

6. Tolerance
A guy who comments too much just sound like a girl, complaining about this and that, which shows he hasn't got a big heart.

This was the 6 main criterias from our love expert of which I believe must be a gay. Later on, we asked him:

A: If you know so much, how come you dont have gf?
HE: Oh.... that... 'cos haven't meet perfect girl ma.
B: Or maybe you are gay? That's why you know so much about sissy things like this.
HE: I'm NOT gay! Hit you ar! (He really slap!)
B: See? Only girl do that. Sure you gay de.
A: Never mind. Don't be ashamed. If you gay, then we become your sisters.
HE: I'm NOT gay! I love girls. I like boobs.
B: You'd love to be a girl and you would like to have boobs?
A&B ROFL

He's pretty much pissed off with us, and probably even more pissed if he sees this. Anyway, like you said right? A nice guy should have a big heart and tolerance and such.... yada yada....

The Adventure To UTP

2008-03-17T01:45:00.005+08:00

This was my initial plan of going to UTP after mid-sem break. 7am flight on Sunday to LCCT, accompanying me would be Aziz, and together, we shall go UTP.

However, this is what happenned:

On Saturday night, 8.54pm, I received a SMS from 62002.

It goes: Urgent! AirAsia flight AK5201 from KUCHING to KUL(LCCT) on 16Mar08 is now CANCELLED & MOVED to AK5207 depart at 1.55pm(1355hrs). For info, call 60387754000.

What the.... I purposely chose an early flight as I don't wanna reach UTP at night. And now if I follow this stupid flight, then by the time I reach LCCT would be nearly 4pm. Go to Ipoh will take another 3-4 hours, plus later no bus and such. CURSE YOU AIRASIA!!!

The first thing I did was call the number. Hahaha... how funny, why did they put the number if they aren't gonna pick up the phone. It's not the first time my flight is cancelled at the very last minute, and I should have known better, they NEVER pick up the god damn phone. And this is so darn terrible! Informing via SMS!!! This is what I get for booking AirAsia.

Papa: "Hermmm.... Do you think this might be a hoax??"
Me: "No lah, where got people do this de?" (He has a wonderful imagination.)
Papa: "Never mind, we go airport ask ask."

So, my papa got ready and fetch me to the airport. By the time we arrived, it's already 9.30pm. So I went to the counter and asked a nice Indian guy.

Me: "Hello, you cancelled my flight last minute. I wanna go KL early2. How wor?"
He: "What time is your flight miss?"
Me: "7am tommorow morning."
He: "Sorry la miss, the 9am and 11am flight all full oh. Left the 1.55pm flight earliest."
*click click keyboard*
He: "But we can put you on a flight tonight at 12am. You want? Plenty of seats left."
Me: "Eh? This time got flight go KL wan meh?"
He: "We have 2 flights to KL tonight, 11 something and 12am. It was delayed from 7pm just now."

Waaaa.... Semua delay delay.... and they just got a god-knows-wat award. Must be the Most Delayed Flights Award. *clap clap clap*

My papa was reluctant to let me go at night as it's dangerous and bla bla bla.... But after the great demonstration of my persuading skills, finally he relented.

So we rushed home, by the time it was already 10pm.
Luggage=not packed.
Body=smelly
Time to reach airport=11pm

So in record breaking time, I washed and packed.... fuiyoo.... like popeye after eating spinach.

Then by 10.45, we were on our way to the airport.

Finally, boarded the 12am flight to KL.

Reached LCCT at 1.40am. Stayed there till daybreak. Then off to Ipoh using the PuduRaya route.

When reached Gopeng, I wanted to take a cabbie to UTP. So I find this Indian cab driver.

Me: "Nak ke UTP."
He stood up.
He: "Boleh. RM45."
Me choking.....
Me: "Eh, bukan rm40 ka?"
He: "Aiyo amoi, sekarang semua barang naik harga oh. Ini naik itu naik. "
Me: "Tapi kawan saya semalam naik taxi Rm40 je leh..."
*me lying... shhh
He: "Oh ya ka... ok lah.. 40 lah"

When I reached UTP, one of my friends told me actually rm40 is for night price. Usually is rm35 only. Hermm.. ya meh??? Maybe the taxi guy see my friend big size then they dont dare to overcharge gua...
Must eat eat eat.... grow big big size, can use to threaten taxi guys leh. Hiakkxxx!

Long Long Ago

2008-03-16T03:50:00.004+08:00

I accidentally bumped into a junior's blog from my secondary school, i.e. GRSS. How much he reminded me of days long ago.

The dilemmas, the innocence, the smart-ass-ness, the cocky-ish-ness, the bullyings... It all seem so long ago.

It actually aint so long ago, I'm still very young, mind you. My first digit is still 1, unlike some people... hahahaha...

Not so long ago:

I had a dream.

I wanted a Rottweiler, badly.

I like to do the lets-join-hands-and bully-the-minorities thing.

I had this insane fascination for black pens.

I hated blue pens.

I believed that only black pens can bring good results.

I loved writing Essays ( 'cos everyone dies in my essay).

I loved comparing the number of deaths in my essay with another sick friend of mine... haha...

As I look back, things seems to remain the same.

I still hold on to my dream... shh...

I still want a Rottweiler. (PLEASE X100)

BUT, I KNOW it's not right to bully...seriously *totally serious face* **stiffling a laugh** oops...

I still use black pens, and only black pens, and black and only black and just black.

Blue pens are so unprofessional.

Things didn't change so much after all. It's just that the numbers of my age keeps increasing every year, hopefully so does my brain cells, I'm more enlightened as each day passes by, more matured, more beautiful, more smart, more clever, more helpful, more gracious, more tactful..... yada yada yada... forgive me for my thick-face-ness.

Some things never change.

MEB and Me

2008-03-12T16:31:00.008+08:00

We had our MEB test on the Friday before our mid-sem break. What a spoiler. Half the night we were staying up, cramming our brains with flow-rates, S.G. and what nots.

And guess what, again, like the E.G. test, it’s another test for the geniuses, i.e. me, but not the other students!! It’s suppose to be a one-hour test, but why oh why did they change it to 45 minutes? Why? Kenapa? Wei she me?

So there I was, blank for the first 10 minutes (I have exams jitteries), wasting some precious time smilling at the test invigilators in hopes that they will give me some tips… and then my brain started functioning.

Did you ever get the, please oh please oh please, let this be a dream feeling? Guess what again? I have no idea how or why, there is only an ink pen, a liquid paper and a mechanical pencil in my pencil box.

I mean, god, are you kidding me or what? Ink pen? Do you know what happens when ink pen meets liquid paper? Obviously god never use either of those, or else why would I be stuck in that shitty situation?

But it’s ok. Being a genius like I am, I simply forsake the liquid paper. Dr. Ramasamy must have hated my test paper… Oh well, some word recognition training for him then…

So after I went back to Kuching, I vowed I’d never get stuck in that situation ever again. So I bought these. Yippie...

Looks cheap eh? They are cheap. Costs me Rm5.40 only. Weeeeee........

All about South Park

2008-03-12T15:42:00.003+08:00

Many disapprove of South Park. In fact, most of my friends think it’s a pointless cartoon using vulgar languages and it poisons the ‘innocent’ mind of many.

They are actually very much wrong. It just so happens that they did not watch the cartoon themselves and judge simply on one or two clips or the few scenes that they saw. Yes, South Park is infamous for their use of vulgar language, but beyond that, it is actually a very educational cartoon. Some may laugh out loud if I put it this way, but those who are laughing now, have you actually seen the cartoon? How many episodes have you watched?

Truth is, the vulgar language is just a means to get us semi-adult people to be interested in the cartoon. South Park does discourage you from making fun of people’s religion, it makes you stay away from drugs and it makes us realize how important it is to spend time with our family. It makes those who discriminate others for their religion, colour and sexual preferences look bad, like Eric Cartman, and encourage people to be more sensitive towards other people’s feelings.

Yes, South Park does exaggerate at times, so much that it makes the whole thing look so stupid, yet this is what that keeps us watching. It’s how they educate us with a sprinkle of humour, so that we don’t find it boring, yet able to catch on the lesson that they are trying to slit in between the jokes.

So people, if you really want to criticize the show, at least watch several episodes before you do that। Otherwise you’ll just sound like some random ignorant who have no idea on what they are commenting about.

My Dam-Breaks

2008-03-12T15:24:00.001+08:00

It was suppose to be easy. It was suppose to be just a click away. Isn’t what they had always advertise?? Information is just a click away. The world is at your fingertips. Well, they couldn’t have been more wrong.

And there I was, spending my whole lovely cloudy best-weather-to-sleep-in afternoon searching for dam breaks on the internet. It’s not just ANY dam break, it has to be one that is famous, fatal, and most of all, killed lotsa people.

So I was there, browsing hundreds of web-pages, and still couldn’t come up with the perfect dam. If it wasn’t too long ago, it was too minor. If it wasn’t too minor, it killed too little people. I was cursing away, when finally, I stumbled upon… IT. I vividly remembered the first thing I said… it was simply YES!! And as I recall, the reason of my yes is that it killed many people. I was thinking, finally, a dam break that killed enough people to be reported. Gee man, I’m one sick person.

Finally, my perfect dam…my precious…

(Myself A: Dude, you really are sick.

Myself B: Shardup arsehole, it’s my precious…..

Myself A: Gosh, it’s all HSE’s fault. Look what it has done to Myself B!!! Gawd dayumnit! I’m turning into a nutcase!)

Sheesh… cuckoos. Don’t you just hate those myselfs? Good thing I aint them… Wait. If I aint them, then who are they?? Who am I? Gawd… Argh… I’m going insane…

A Whole New Post

2008-03-03T20:07:00.000+08:00

This is my new home of ramblings and craps! Yippie! Welcome to my blog.

I'll try my best to keep my blog as updated as possible, since I have such a creative and talkative mind full of crap.

Today I ended my friendster blog to start of anew here. Now, what is new?

Oh yeah, I had my Engineering Graphics lab test today. Talk about unfairness. Imagine it being a one hour test, and the lab demo and lecturer kept making mistakes about the dimensions! Please my dear, it's not like we are super geniuses (though maybe I am, but the others are not), so we cant possibly finish in time! Besides, there is only one lab demo running around answering our questions on the super duper blur exam paper that he couldn't possibly answer all of our questions at once, of which, that wasted another few minutes. When demand exceeds provide, chaos happens. Besides, we aren't allowed to ask our friends (naturally), so we've got no one to ask. Pity pity us....

What else?

Oh yeah, we have our MEB lab tour today. Basically, it's just to introduce us to the various machineries that we will use in the future, such as distillation, mixer, etc... Oh gee, I'm heading for a boring life.

Oh yea, a major discovery today. Did you realise that when you look at the glass panes of the IRC building in our campus, there are actually many stripes of bird poo? The swallows there must have mistaken it as the toilet.

Well, my interesting day ends here. Keep tuning in for more. And here is the beautiful me signing out.