Painting Colours

Ironically, my return this time is more relishable than it ought to be. I enjoyed every second spent with my dad at the badminton court. More like lessons rather than plays. I got beaten by regular housewives who play there, you can tell how lousy a player I am. Wrong idle stances, racket handling is inappropriate and poor strength estimation and control. However, I find bliss in identifying my flaws, as well as learning to correct or rectify them. Hopefully I will improve in no time, or if not, gradually. This reminds me of a saying by Confucius, “It doesn’t matter how slow you walk, as long as you reach your destination.”. Tomorrow will be my last lesson before I get my ass back in KL as they play on Mondays and Wednesdays only.

These few days, time kinda flew. We (Kee Wei, Tze Fong, Cicak and me) spent quality time eating at several places (Even at Mak Long’s shack!), watching movies and playing 2 friendly matches of D.O.T.A. , shopped for housewarming gift prior to Cteng’s housewarming party, in conjunction with her brother’s birthday celebration. During the party, her brother’s buddies were having some kind of a Digimon Rumble match which I found it very amusing. The noteworthy scene was when the infamous Shan’s brother, usually addressed as “Ah Yu” gasconading his skill in gaming and challenged his acquaintances. Obviously like his sohai brother, the haolien-ness imprinted on him or originated from birth, of that I’m not sure. “Lai ah, kia-lu ah!” (I’m fearless, bring it on!) , he exclaimed in Hokkien. When defeated, he minimized his discouragement by accusing his opponent of playing balless-ly. “Tho bou-chi eh la!”, he shouted in Hokkien. How funny! I guess gaming is regarded as a platform for kids here to exhibit their boldness and skillfulness or intelligence if you must and as an activity which they take pride in doing. We sent Kee Wei home and watched an episode of Naruto Shippuuden before we continued playing cards and drank sparkling juice with beer at Cteng’s house. Kee Wei left for KL later that day.

Yesterday, those girls except Cteng came to “Paris” to kacau-kacau sekejap before we all went out to jalan-jalan, later followed by Tze Fong and Cicak. Visited Page 2, HOTS and A&W. Thiam Boon and Yen Ling joined us at A&W. Curly Fries and Root Beer Float, nyum nyum.  Cicak later send all the girls back, while I fetched Tze Fong to purchase his special brush at GQ Stationery. The guys, including me stayed at "Paris" for a lil' Animatrix sensation before we left for dinner at Desa Hill. What a day!


Last Row: Tze Fong, Kee Wei


Last Row: Nobu, Cicak, Rui, Iza  -  Front Row: Cteng, Mei, Ying


Jom Makan: Nasi Minyak, Nasi Kunyit, A bucket of KFC, Confections, Oranges

Happy Homecoming

Back in my hometown since last Wednesday. Nothing much has really changed. Apart from a few new outlets, MPKT is renamed to MBKT, wearing the "Bandaraya" status proudly and I can see a few minor improvements in China Town, some paint jobs done and improved road. There are still road works going on in some other part of the town. Spent the first few days trash-hunting in my room at "Paris". Obsolete VCDs, used book of all kinds, newspaper cuttings, third grade toys and etc; All are sorted and ready to be recycled or given away to cousins. I found some of my old notebooks which I sketched and scribbled alot in, random arts and journals, some are quite impressive. (Haha, Puji diri.) CDs and more CDs, now reorganised and nicely kept. Novels too are rearranged.

On Sunday, 2 days ago, I went to yumchar with old buddies (Tze Fong, Kok Jiun, Cicak, Cteng, Iza and Ying) at the first branch of Secret Recipe in KT. We had the time of our lives. We were like the noisiest bunch there, laughed hysterically like no one was around. As usual-lah, naughty jokes, teases and crazy talks. Ying ordered Banana Yogurt Drink, gross. No offense, it looks like a blend of bananas and semen. We joked that the male staffs took turn to fill up the glass xD. Satisfied with the appetizers, we moved on to the next stop which is just a few steps away. Uncle Chua Kopitiam. The Cham Peng was ridiculously sweet but the food was ok. Poor service though, snail-like. And more sohai talks continued.

The next day, which was yesterday, I went to Mydin Hypermart with Cicak, Iza and Ying. The first ever gigantic hypermart in my hometown, very crowded. Ying went all the way there just to buy a pair of selipar getah jepun, while I bought 2 bottles of lotion and 2 packs of Topaz Razors as requested by my mom. Then we stopped by a while at Cteng's new house near Chuk Lim Vegetarian Restaurant. We intended to watch a movie there at first but due to the noise pollution by the renovation work of her stairs, we only killed 10 minutes and off we went to the first McD in KT. Makan-makan kejap and drove them around town jalan-jalan, then we called it a day.

Oh yeah, Merry Christmas to all. Hopefully Santa will send me a lenglui this year. He has been ignoring me for 7 years already.



From left: Nobu, Iza, Cteng, Ying, Kok Jiun


Right most: Cicak


The only guy who is not in previous pics: Tze Fong

M For Malaysia

Check out this parody version of V for Vendetta. My dad found it some time ago. Enjoy!

V For Vendetta

I've been watching it 3 times in a row now, summing it up to a total of 4 times if counting the first time I watched it last year. An ingenious movie I must say. High praise goes to the Wachowski Brothers again for their brilliant screenplay. Not to forget Sammy Sheldon for her splendid work in making V looks charmingly cool in his costume. We all know Hugo Weaving can act, and it's Natalie Portman who truly shines in this film. Really impressed, I am. The satiric dialogues get me everytime too. The details keep you moving, portraying the idea of a dystopian future, under a selfish dictatorship rule. The kind that will sacrifice innocent lives for the sake of the development of biological weapons that promises more power in return. It proves to you how rotten a government can be, masking their inhumanity with propagandas in order to twist the truth. Some of the memorable quotes from V For Vendetta, "People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people." - V and "You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it." - Gordon Deitrich. I don't wish to leak out more spoilers. Please do watch it. I salute to the crew members who gave it a 110% in producing the film. I bought the original two-discs special edition DVD release that comes with a mini graphic novel and customized my desktop to celebrate my infatuation.

Ungrateful Maid

On the 8th of December, I found out that the maid who's working in my uncle's house is the one who stole the mp3 players. She never had thought that I would went up that fast since I was in the theatre room which I would usually spend an hour or two. I could see her panic face when I was out from the theatre room. I knew something was wrong. I saw 2 mp3 players, nicely plugged into my Lynda (Laptop) for charging. This could only mean one thing, that she sneaked into the room I'm staying beforehand. (The whole family went to US for vacation.) I pretended like I saw nothing out of the blue and went down for dinner. While I was filling up my mouth, she moved towards the living room and I heard the opening of the main door. After dinner, I headed straight into the room to find that the mp3 players were removed. You should get it now eh? (The opening of the main door was just a distraction, she went up to retrieve them.) I went out early for the final exam on 10th of December. When I got back, I realised that she had used my Lynda for charging again. I usually turn on the plug when I'm using it, but on that day when I turned Lynda on, the charging icon was lit up.

I acted like nothing happened until my uncle and his family were back from vacation. My aunt asked if she had seen the mp3 players, and she replied, “Erm, no. I don't even know what they are.” We checked with the cams' recording based on the time I jotted down, she indeed had went up to the room. My uncle and aunt then approached her and talked about it. They promised not to complicate the matter if she returned them back, and so she did. My aunt phoned the agent and earlier today the agent showed up to deal with the matter. The agent asked her if she wanted to continue working, she said no. We didn't even force her to go home, she made that choice herself. This was before we found out the darker side of her. Read on.

Here's the interesting part. After she had packed up for the leave, the agent checked through all her belongings and her body (The bra can be a secure place to hide items.) She tried to abscond some items before leaving. Some cash were found inside a folded pants, not inside any of the pockets, and a “Las Vegas” key chain which she claimed that she found it on the roadside. Very funny, the key chain is one of the souvenirs they bought from the US and she was saying that she found it on the roadside. My cousin counted the key chains from her bag and realised that they were short of one. This is not even the worst part yet. After she left with the agent, we checked her room through and through. Surprise surprise. More stolen items. (Refer to the pictures below.) She even scribbled a note on the bed sheet. It reads,

“Inilah kisah yang sangat menyakitkan bagi yang ada di sini. Hai kawan, perkenalkan nama saya Yanti, berasal dari Kalimantan Barat Pontianak. Saya bekerja di sini hanya sampai setahun dan saya dipulangkan ke Ejen kerna hanya sedikit kesalahan yang tidak di senyaja. Dan bagi yang baru di sini aku pesankan harus hati=2 kerna di Malaysia tidak sama dengan di Indonesia. Dan kebanyakan di Malaysia orangnya jahat dan tidak segan. Selesai.”
(Click here to view the picture.)

Translation: “This is a very saddening story for those who are here. Hi my friend, my name is Yanti, I'm from West Kalimantan, Pontianak. I've worked here barely a year and I'm sent back to agency just because I unpurposely made a minor mistake. And for you who are new here, I warn you to be aware and becareful because Malaysia is not the same if compared to Indonesia. And most of the people here are mean and disgraceful. That's all.”

My patience has its limit. I'm so enraged even though I'm not the owner of the house, that's why I'm writing this post to reveal it to all. It's not that we treated her badly. I will show you her room, I tell you it's even better than the one I'm renting in Arena Green. (Refer to the picures below.) And she's free to cook whatever she likes with the stockup ingredients and fresh food. How can she be so ungrateful? Note the phrase “unpurposely made a minor mistake”. Yea right, you call a theft an unintentional misdoing? Well, F**k You. Despite not feeling sorry, she's blaming us. She also left another random scribble on a box in the garden store room which states,

“______ ku tak perna hilang, tak pernah ku inginkan perpisahan ini terjadi_______ kekuatan hati yang _____ Jul. (Love) __ Wo Ai Ni” (Yes, she knows abit of mandarin and cantonese.)
(Click here to view the picture.)

Translation: “_____ I was never lost, I never intended such a separation to happen______ the strength of the heart that's_____ Jul. (Love)___ I Love You.”

I started to think that she has mental illness. In addition to this, we found 2 wrappers of chocolates from US. She must had eaten them secretly in the garden store room earlier. Felt like an idiot that I pitied her before this. Appearance can be very deceiving, just to remind you guys. 


Stolen items:


Sony MP3 Players


Cash


"Las Vegas" Key-chain.


Lilian's notebook and fish charm necklace.




Her room:


Queen-size Bed


Wall clock, cupboards and wardrobe.


Classy ceiling fan with remote control.

The Golden Compass

The team who made the intriguing trailer must be praised for the good impression it gives and the anticipation I had. How bad can it be with great visuals and prominent cast members I thought. To my surprise, this movie has most of the elements that define a bad movie. Lame dialogues, unmoving music, laughable choreography and unconvincing acting. All the pieces fail to connect brilliantly, making it a stodgy 2-hour feed. It's such a waste for casting Eva Green, Daniel Craig and Nicole Kidman in it. The visual candies are the only remaining fun factor that keeps me seated, I still yawned like 5 times nevertheless. Everytime when Lyra spaces out when she enquires the compass, it reminds me of the Ghost Rider's Penance Stare. They share the same lameness. If the alethiometer is indeed that powerful to seek the truths in the world full of the Magisterium's propagandas; Why not just use it to clear all the doubts Lyra has and find out the Magisterium's weaknesses? Instead of using it to reveal Serafina Pekkala's first love. It's not funny. *Eyes rolling* Another obvious sohai scene is when the Magisterium's troops are trying to take down Iorek. While Iorek is free and pawning their comrades, they try to shoot like hell and miss miserably. When they finally hooked Iorek down with the rope-anchor thingy, the rest of the troops just aim at Iorek without shooting. It's like they delay it on purpose, to get pawned by the witches (Gyptians' reinforcement) before taking him down. You should see the look of Billy's face when Lyra recovers him after the “intercition”. He looks as though a stud has been suffering from a sudden Erectile Dysfunction. Excuse me for ruining the supposedly melancholic scene. I'm not directly critising Philip Pullman's novel, actually I haven't read it. I'm just paying my two cents on the movie by itself. Sorry if I have offended the fans of the movie. It's just my honest point of view. I would name it "The Vapid Compass".

Life Pledge? Nah.

Things to do before I die, let's see. I haven't set my foot on Japan or got to own a mac book yet, so those two are gonna be in. Then earn enough money to repay my parents? I think I'm considered a filial son, never did anything too rebellious except for some verbal fights and stayed out late burning cash at cyber cafe with friends in the recent past years. I certainly hope to take them to wherever they wanna go and spend some quality time together.

Er clubbing? I'm not really sure if I wanna do this but what people say is that you have to at least experience it once. Booze, horny guys, girls, annoying lights and loud shitty music. Okay the girls part does sound like a good reason. I might give it a try. Next, contribute, do something helpful to others, be a good citizen and stuff like that. Learn more and try to have an in-depth understanding of Buddhism. I may be humsup, but I'm not a bad person. You'll be surprised how nice I can be. xD

Watch movies, suck onto music to my heart's content. I certainly cannot live without them. They are like the oxygen to my soul. I would really love to see all those talented and down to earth independent artists and film makers gain more recognition and impress more tasteful audience. The world need more people like Chris Martin and Yasmin Ahmad. People who see the good in people and try to make the world a better place with their creative juice.

Finally, I do hope to find my soul mate. My love life seems very bleak to me. I can see no light at all along the path. Damn, all these years I have only felt the transient heat and sensation of love from dramas and movies. How pathetic. Can't help but to feel empty sometimes. You single souls out there should be very clear of what I mean. 

Good day to you and thanks for reading my shit.

Reciprocated Request

I'm truly grateful that my request for school food punishment's sophomore album ("air feel, color swim") turned out to be fruitful. After days of unreplied thread, finally a generous chap (One80) sent me a private message on Jpopsuki. He intentionally uploaded the album to Sendspace to share it with his friends but somehow he happened to come across my request. Thus, he provided me the spade to harvest the crop. The zipped package includes a promotional video of "you may crawl" and a live video besides the album. I couldn't be happier. That totally makes my day! I have uploaded the PV to Youtube. 
Please click here to watch it.  



(Note: The album art above is taken from the official website)

Last Minute

It's been a hell of a week! I had trouble sleeping and it felt like I was losing my mind. The Helpdesk Project haunted me with worries and uncertainty. The submission of the project was a big challenge itself. There I was, all packed up, waiting by the Chan Sow Lin LRT station for a transit ride to Bukit Jalil Station. There was a slight technical problem on the opposite lane. I heard a loud spark sound and the LRT malfunctioned and came to a halt. Luckily it's not the one I was supposed to ride on. But still, it took 30 minutes for the one I was waiting for to arrive. It was unexpectedly late, and it never occured to me before. Then, I took a 1.4 KM walk to my institute. Upon arrival, I checked my phone for the time. Okay, 4:45 p.m. I had more or less 2 hours to submit my work before I'd be doomed.

What a sight in the printing lab! It was so packed up that they had to use another room to ease the "traffic". To worsen the situation, a lady reprinted about 40 pages due to printing error. (You can imagine how you would feel if you were behind the line and time was running out.) When I finally got a hold of my printed documentation, it was already 5:30 p.m. I made my way to the first floor to find that there was another long set of queue in front of the binding shop. Oh Tahi! It seemed like there were 11 students ahead of me but, many of their acquaintances later showed up and added more documentation to their pile. "Oh great! Trapped in a stationary queue, now I'm really screwed.", I thought to myself. I was so close, yet so far. I could listen to the panicky beats of my distressed heart. As I was waiting for my binded documentation, I could see there were 30 more students behind me and some faces were familiar. The due time was 7 p.m. (Kesian betul those at the back.) I rushed to the administration counter with the lousy piece of work clenched in my hand. The pen wrote 6.45 p.m. on the submission time field. I was then handed a copy of the stamped CSFF Form, with a great sense of relief as a bonus. Mission accomplished! Next in line, presentation. (~_~)

Promising Pool

While I'm struggling with assignments, please enjoy school food punishment's "pool" music video. Have a nice day! =)

school food punishment

I've just found a buried treasure, a gem which outshines most mainstream music and proves that indie music can be just as captivating and not to be overlooked. I'm too tempted to recommend this. I just couldn't wait till next week! I will share with you guys one of the greatest satisfying album I've ever listened to. school food punishment's "school food is good food".

"school food punishment" is the name of the quad band, with Yumi Uchimura as the lead vocalist. Don't be fooled by the strikingly odd name; It's not some scream-your-heart-out punk music. Contrariwise, it's a fusion of alternative rock, ambient and indie-pop. "school food is good food" is their seemingly humble debut effort, consisting 6 tracks of splendour. Every track is pleasing to the ears, which proves that their formula is a success. The album provides a tingling sensation to the back of the neck and I could feel a rush of the blood to the head; an indication of the extreme highness you get from music. I'm rocked to my core! They have created an extraordinarily unique and mesmerising sound, leaving you craving for more to satisfy your auditory consumption. I would listen to a 6-piece solid album anytime rather than an album which is crippled with fillers. Quality over quantity, my friend. I would like to thank Dinnerplate for sharing it at Jpopsuki. I would definitely grab the album if I see it at any music store, or maybe request Kippei to order it as a last resort. Apparently they have just released a new album entitled “air feel, color swim”. Never felt this hyped up since Coldplay's debut.



school food punishment official website:
http://homepage2.nifty.com/s-f-p/
(Note: The album art above is taken from the official website.)

The Metamorphosis

I'm recalling the past, laughing at myself. Thinking about all the stupid things I've done, and the embarrassing moments I've gone through. First off, I was once very devoted in the pursuit of love. I would wait like a sohai in the chat room, hoping to meet that person. The pressure of good impression built up quite intensely. At that time, I would dig into the stuff she likes, forcing myself to accept them and hoping they would grow on me. Wasted a lot of my liquid asset on things I didn't really like. Moreover, I even took the trouble to plan topics for conversation. Determined on knowing her thoroughly, I often spilled out questions that seemed very unnecessary. To heighten the folly, I jotted down notes of everything I've asked and created a chronicle for reference. It's funny that I didn't feel that idiotic when I was under the spell. I guess I was mentally blinded. Apart from that, I wouldn't miss a chance to be lavish in giving gifts. Sometimes, I sent gifts without apparent reasons. (After thinking hard for a reason to do so.) Well, there were times when I would receive something in return. Words can't describe what an euphoria I had felt! Hmm... It took me 30 over months to realize that my efforts were fruitless. (Unrequited love, that is.) Then, the sandstorm struck. The getting over part was a wretched one. Fortunately, I made a couple of new friends when I transferred to another school. The unrestrained laughter from sarcastic jokes, dumb parodies and some playfulness were awesome. My shoulders felt lighter from time to time and finally I got over it in the beginning of 2006. The bitter-sweet experience was a stepping stone for me to step out of the room called naivety. I changed, marking the end of the “Kelvin Phase”. It's not that bad after all since I learned a lot. Say “Hi” to Nobu; The less sensitive, less fragile, less boring, more matured, more perverted, extra sohai and happier version of me.

Quicksand

I finally realize the weight of the phrase, “Even the people who never frown eventually break down.” (Quoted from Mike Shinoda) I can't help but to suffer from this emotional breakdown right at this moment. I can see the colour of my life is gradually losing its saturation, like how the effect of aspirin wanes with time. I feel like I'm entirely drained out and sinking deep; drowning away...

Dealing with people is a pain in the ass. Emotions always complicate things and people differ in their perceptions towards your action and speech. Thus, making the effort of impressing every person seems futile and hardly possible. Even if you're trying assiduously to make it happen, you will always end up disappointing someone. The questions remain; Do you care about what other people feel more than yourself? Would you put their feelings before you or would you live your life honestly while letting them down in return? It's a dilemma in making these choices. You can only hope more people around you are sincere and understanding if you choose to be true to yourself. I bet it is very unlikely in this rotten world full of hypocrites. Back stabbers, shoe-shiners, ass-lickers, you name it. Nonetheless, I don't deny the truth that there are still good people around. Only a handful of them I reckon.

*Heave a deep sigh of relief* I'm feeling better after putting those in words. I will get over this somehow. (=_=) Good day to you.

Tetsu Susumu

Before going out for late dinner yesterday, I managed to catch “Shining Boy and Little Randy” on Astro's Celestial Movies Channel. Alongside with my uncles (both young and old), auntie and cousins, I rested on the sofa, enjoying every bit of the movie which is based on a true story. It's the type of movie that makes you ponder and reflect on life and I gotta say it's an inspiring movie indeed. I will tell you guys the story in a nutshell. Basically, it emphasizes on how a young japanese chap struggled through life to pursue his dream career. Life was never easy for Tetsu Susumu, the protagonist. At school, he was belittled and shunned by his schoolmates as they claimed that he stank of animals as his family was running an animal ranch. And what's more, his mother was all about work and never really cared about him or his siblings. However, he realized that he could communicate with elephants when his mother bought one from a closed down zoo in order to improve family's business. His interest grew and with support from his sister and granny, he made up his mind and left his family for a school in Thailand where he would learn to master the art of training the mammal. The early stage was undeniably tough; he was teased and looked down by other trainees since he was not faring well and screwed up every now and then. There was a time when he nearly lost his life during the hunt of his lost elephant but luckily he was saved by it in return. Despite the language barrier and hard times, he gradually adapted to the lifestyle of the “Mahouts” (Elephant Trainers) and his relationship with his fellow trainees got better. He picked up their language fairly well too. He spent his days bonding with his elephant in training and got used to eating exotic food like beetles and lizards. After 18 months of groundwork, he went back to his homeland where he trained his family's elephants (Mickey and Randy) and put on a good show. He then got to know a girl who had a liking for animals and they got close. When things were changing for the better, a sudden tragedy struck him and took his life. His cold mother was moved to tears when the girl told her that his true intention was to fulfil his mother's wish. Tear jerking moments followed. Finally the movie ended with a scene back in Thailand, where his trained elephant, Farr had an offspring which was named after him (Tetsu) and being trained by one of the trainees. It gave us the thought that he was reborn into the elephant. My auntie is so displeased by the ending and suggested that they should have concluded it with a happy ending and enclosed a message at the end of movie saying that Tetsu Susumu died in real life. *Lol*

Tales of Agriculture

This anime serie is also known as "Moyashimon". The story revolves around Tadayasu Sawaki, a high school student who's born with an extraordinary gift. An odd yet amazing ability. While people rely on optical devices like the microscope to be able to view micro-organisms, he does it with the slightest effort, merely by keeping his eyes open. (He can see microbes!) From his eyes, microbes appear in all kinds of size, colour and shape; Some are seen floating around in the air while some others are chit-chatting away and playing traditional games on surfaces. *Lol* (A hilarious scene to watch.) In addition to being able to see them, he is able to comprehend what the microbes are communicating as well. Amazing huh? He is knowledgeable enough to distinguish their origin, type, class and which family they belong to. And so, Tadayasu is targeted by several people who realized his ability, trying to exploit him for their own good. Some doubted his ability as it seems too ludicrous to be true. Nevertheless, he has a trustworthy childhood friend who is very close to him and acts more maturely than he is. Overall, I find this anime serie very intriguing and fresh. There are so many anime series with common themes like exorcism, witchcraft, duel, etc. They are more or less the same thing with a little bit of twist here and there and with new line of characters. Contrarily, "Moyashimon" dares to be different. It's entertaining and fun to watch in my point of view. For people who are within reach, you can take the episodes from me if you are interested.

To give you the gist of it, I embedded the opening and ending theme videos. Enjoy!


Opening Theme:



Ending Theme:

Goosey Monday

Right after the first class in the morning, Brian reluctantly drove us to fill our stomachs, looking damn pissed. To worsen his day, we talked shit in the car like a locomotive, all the way till we reached Old Town in Sri Petaling; where I had a french toast and 2 softly boiled eggs, refreshed by a glass of iced white coffee. Back in A.P.I.I.T, we lounged around in Lab 1 while waiting for the next lecture. Sung Jong found an abandoned flash drive and we pried into the files within, in order to identify the owner. We made a bet that if Anh Tai managed to take that girl out on a date, then we would subsidized RM 20 for him. (Actually we were not really sure of the owner's gender but the name does sound girly.) Albeit 10 minutes late, we attended Juteender's class. It was not that irksome, 100 minutes seemed like 60 minutes. During the class, we checked the owner's schedule and decided that we return the flash drive tomorrow. On the other hand, things were pretty good at K's tutorial session too. We were free to go after presenting the solution to the first question of Tutorial 3. (Getting it done is a piece of cake; since we had already completed it in Ms. Bridget's lab session.) Shortly after, we found ourselves gorging nasi goreng ayam and maggi goreng ayam at Shukran with a lil' photo shooting prior to that. Anh Tai joined in a lil' later with his good news. Accepted as a part-time employee at Kudos, he happily gobbled up a roti canai. As we were about to head home, it turned out that Brian's car was out of gas; so I did what normally people would do. Hence, Kippei was interrupted by my call in the midst of his meeting with Ms. Rohaini. (Haha, sorry about that.) Before he got himself there, there were more sohai pictures in the shooting. (Brian brought his Lumix.) Got a ride home in Kippei's Camry.

Click here to view the disturbing pictures.
Don't blame me for your loss of appetite!

Come to think of it, someone still owes me Sheryl's picture.

Parent Communication

This is awfully saddening. I'm having difficulties talking with my mom. To begin with, I rarely call back, it's usually the other way round. The times that I called were usually when I was running out of cash. *Lol* Most of the time, she would call my cell to ask about my whereabout, condition and such. I would just lazily replied with “Ah, Uhm, Oh,”. But then, her questions are absurd every so often. (E.g. “Have you shitted today?”) She semi-facetiously complaint that I disregard her, always turning the cold shoulder to her. I understand that she just wanted to have something to talk to me, considering that I'm the only child so she might feel lonely at times. Honestly, I really feel bad about it. It's like I'm ignoring her but the truth is I'm not. I just don't know what else to add to prolong the conversation. *Deep Sigh* Clichés seem out of place in this circumstance. In fact, I seldom use them even when I'm conversing with new people. Apart from that, I don't really share my problems with my mom or anyone in the family; only to one or two trustworthy buddies (Hardly ever. I have to admit that I'm quite cynical.) So what can I talk with her? I do hope that I can make her feel better. All the good people, please help me out.

By the way, any of you is facing the same problem?

Rain God

A week worth mentioning I suppose. It was raining these couple of days. The weather itself depicts the feeling most of the students are clouded with at the moment. Thanks to the Rain God, honoured with the initial K. I feel disgraceful just by sharing the same initial. This fella flaunted his so called professionalism at the very first day, self-proclaiming that he had worked in the industry for a decade. First impression, okay, must be an experienced chap. As time goes by, the so called professionalism kept waning, and his imbecilic side arose. You can tell how idiotic he is by the type of questions he ask. It's like asking why human has two legs and why men pee standing? (Notice the present tense, because he is still a sohai.) To make things worse, we were grouped with some shiftless students. (The all talk and no work type.) Wonderful. In spite of all that shitty situations, we managed to submit the group assignment after some struggling and sacrifice. The even funnier part is when the result came out. I will expose one very obviously insensible result. Team X: leader got a C; a member got a D and two failed. You must be thinking, oh maybe that two fellas didn't contribute anything and so they deserve it. Well, you're wrong. On the workload matrix, it's clearly stated that all the members share the pivotal portions equally. There's no way they could have flunked the project. Apart from that, I feel bad for my ex-housemate. (I only saw him studying most of the time.) K flawed his result with a D. A friend of mine was even angered to tears. His marking made no sense at all. Overall, 65% of students failed. I guess he must have enjoyed writing the F. (“His name sounds like insulting me; Okay another F.”) I believe a lot of people would have killed him if our country is under anarchy. But we can play darts with his printed picture for now. Many are still dissatisfied and finding ways to turn the table. Let's hope someone is willing to come and save the day.

Well, shit happens.

Some Morning

A slight change to my monotonous routine. Earlier this morning, I was supposed to walk my 9-year-old cousin to the Language Studio. However, that kiddo insisted to go 40 minutes in advance and his parents were about to leave the house for the market, so we ended up following their car. They dropped us at a mamak stall nearby. I grabbed 2 packets of nasi lemak from the food table and then we ordered our drinks at the opposite counter. Making up his mind, it took him quite a while to order an Iced Milo. The person at the counter looked at him, slightly amused. Then we headed for the table near the entrance and rested our asses on the plastic chairs. As we were forcing the over-glutinous nasi lemak into our mouths, I questioned that kiddo to ease my curiuosity about the Language Studio. According to him, the center hired teachers from America and Canada, mostly chinese and mat salleh females. The monthly fee for a student of his age is set at a whopping RM 150 with only one class per week, and RM 80 for students who are 4 years younger. Despite the exorbitantly high price, the center is flooded with korean and malaysian students. They have a huge special class for slow learners which is called 'Movers'. Flaunting his position in 'Flyers 2', my cousin said the 'Flyers' classes are for bright students with 'Flyers 5' being the best class you can get your ass in. Then out of a sudden he asked, “Eh, you still can eat anot?”. I had to stuff more of those in my mouth, thanks to him. Nevertheless, the Iced Horlicks was nice though. After paying, I waited till he entered the center which is just a couple of steps away. Before entering, he said something that I never thought he would. “Be careful on your way back.”, I heard him saying with a tone full of concern. (Holy, this kiddo with hard rock ass actually does care.) I smiled back, still quite surprised. I turned around and headed back. Passing through the row of korean shop lots, I saw a korean lady in her late 20s, zealously moving stocks into her shop. Sweet. If you're suspecting me again; No No.. This is not a dream. Haha.

Family

One of the common issues which bugs the mind of adults is choosing between work and family. It's a real hassle to maintain a healthy family environment and to show colours in your career at the same time. Try to picture yourself in this scenario; You are a committed manager of a department in an established company. Working 12 hours a day, you barely have enough time to rest, skipping dinner at home at times. On weekends, you plan ahead for the following week, trying to get things done right and to limit occurring problems since you have subordinates to handle. Leaving 4-6 hours per week to spend with your family. Thinking about shagging your wife? (I bet you don't even have the mood.) You can imagine how dull the life is for your family members. If your wife is understanding, then thank god. Else, marital issues arise. Then your children upbringing will be affected, inviting more problems. The situation will be worse if both the parents are working. The grandparents become the victims. *Sigh*. Raising up a child is no joke. You will double up your worries, and your stress level will certainly increase as least by three folds if you're a working person. That's why it's vital to compromise on the right things. Work on the bond, tolerate. Mutual understanding is crucial in this matter. Learn to know your children well, sometimes it's your attention that they crave for. You might please them for the day by lavishing them with materials, but in the long run they will lose their faith in you. Never overlook the trivial things in life. It never hurts to express your love for them. You never know how much it means to them for just being there to show your support at their school events or having a heart to heart talk just because they lost something precious to them and seems unimportant to you like a sohai soft toy. Take the initiative to plan and have a family outing every once or two weeks. However, remember not to disappoint your children by making empty promises. Treat your wife fairly too. Don't let the sparks die. After marriage can still go paktor one ma... This reminds me of the parents of an old friend (Alvin Fong). They still go out for dates. No shit.

Why such a topic?, you ask. This morning, I watched an intriguing short japanese drama series which has inspired me to write on this. It has broaden my view and I just feel like sharing it. Finally, don't forget that a condom can actually save you from all the troubles. Remember to check the expiry date.

Rendezvous

My very first serious date. I suppose it's normal that I had felt uptight. It's a shame that I don't have a car here, so we went separately. She gave me the honour to decide on the venue and that's why I was there, waiting for her. I didn't want to appear jerky and jittery, so I tried to stay comfortable. “Just be yourself and have adequate confidence.”, I reminded myself. Within five minutes, as I was taking a sip from the glass of plain water offered, there she was making her way through the entrance. Stunning. She appeared in a modest white dress; not too revealing and yet gorgeous. Her natural long smooth hair itself is good enough to kill. I could tell that she put on a little powder and light mascara. “So she did put some effort into her appearance”, I thought to myself with a grin. Looking serious, I joked that I waited for an hour. That guilty look on her face never failed to amuse me. “Hey, you're so mean!”, she exclaimed when I told her that I was lying. “You look gorgeous, I would set my eyes on you all day.”, I heard myself saying. (Since when I learned to talk like a stud?) With a flattered look and a hint of blushed, she replied with a sweet “Thanks”. I waved at the waiter and we settled with a single meal for two and a shared sparkling juice. While indulging ourselves in the fine food, we chattered on the art piece she's working on. We were all delirious and I'm really impressed with her enthusiasm for art. (Accompanied by JUJU's “Something About Us” playing in the background and the dim lighting, I have to say the environment was just fabulous.) Shortly after dining, we went for a stroll by the fountain. Cited from Mr. Warren, “The moon was on the right side, the stars were just at the right place.” And so, I embraced her gently, and she pressed her lips against mine. The splendour of touching her lips is beyond description. How I wish that moment never ends. Unfortunately it did, because I woke up.

Samaritan

Realising the fact that his efforts at work were feckless, he left and committed himself to charity work for the following years. He would travel to various countries to relieve poverty and lend a helping hand to victims of natural calamities. In favor of these, he provided shelters and food to the homeless and offered medical aids to sickly people as well. The deep sense of satisfaction he felt was priceless, judging from the genuine gratitude he received from the people he had saved. Gradually, he filled his days with colours. His life was exuberant with hope and full of purpose. Previously a cynic, he now learned to have faith in people. He started to appreciate the things he took for granted and inspired others along the way. Having a zest for journalism, he wrote to instill the importance of philanthropy, encouraging and inspiring more people to care for the needies. “Anyone can lend a helping hand, why not you?” he exclaimed. He spent his remaining years for that sole purpose. He was glad he walked this path of altruism.

Just another obscure piece that I wrote.
I'm sure someone similar exists.

Rambutan

Revolutionary finding! It is proven that consuming rambutan peels can help induce hair growth. A bunch of local scientists working their ass off for the past 2 years reported their finding to the media late yesterday. The soft hairy spines on the reddish leathery skin are found to be rich in keratin. (For you retards who never study Biology, keratin is a type of protein which makes up the primary component of hair fiber.) Finally a brilliant discovery from local talent. Who would have guessed that rambutan peels can actually contribute to hair growth? This breakthrough will definitely improve people's lives around especially offering a boost to self-esteem. (Nathan should be stocking up rambutans by now, still in excited state.) Be that as it may, there are sacrifices to this achievement. Dozens of innocent monkeys became guinea pigs to the research, losing their lives throughout the progress due to overfeeding of raw rambutan peels. Kesian betul. The now celebrated team of 5 also mentioned that there are certain ways to prepare rambutan peels for consumption. Tip #1: Boil them until they turn pinkish in colour then rinse them in cold water. They can be served with mayonaise or any salad dressing to enhance the taste. Tip #2: As an alternative, you can fry the rambutan peels with olive oil. Add sugar to your liking. Best served hot. Check the "Nation" section of The Star newspaper (8th October 2007), it shouldn't be hard to find. You know whom to blame if you couldn't. *Smirk*

Closure

Apparently today is the last day of my 10-day semester break. This break is seemingly one of the best. I had the time of my life. Day 1; I was sticking my ass on a comfy single leather seat, flying at 30,000 feet on the way to Kathmandu, Nepal. My mind had already pictured myself with a camera hanging on my chest, exploring the Pashupatinath Temple. How exotic! The very next day, I strolled along the shore of the Bagmati river and came across a toddler. Gosh, he has three eyes! Shortly after, I noticed that the third eye was merely painted. Bleh! The artist did a hellacious job for being able to show a hint of reflection in the eye. Static but still impressive. There was a slovenly young man sweeping the steps and a lady sitting nearby with an infant in her arms, sheltered in the shadow of the building behind. She was staring away towards the river. Without hessitant, I took a nice aim and pressed the shutter. This much for Day 2. I will not disclose what happened during the interval between Day 3 and Day 5. You will have to use your imagination. Day 6; Back in Kuala Lumpur. KLIA was as hectic as ever. I have this scene stuck in my head; a japanese woman in her 50s trying to buy a soft toy for her granddaughter (assumably). She talked to the salesgirl in charge; "Duu youu ae.. thees thees (hand pointing to a fluffy lion) Kuma, Kuma, thees.. Kuma. It's obvious that the salesgirl had no idea what she's talking about. Hehe, thanks to Hikki that I now know Kuma refers to bear so I happily approached the salesgirl and told her that the woman wanted a plush bear. Voila! Solved. "Domo arigatou gozaimasu", she thanked me. I delightfully replied, "Do itashimashite!" and patted her granddaughter on the head. I even threw in a "Kawaii-ne". She was flattered. What a wonderful day. Day 8 till now; Rotting at my uncle's place. Lazing around, watching movies, listening to music and get intimate with Lynda (my laptop). It's time to confess. Well, the truth is: Day 1 to Day 10 = Day 8 till now.

Obscure

A venetian chandelier splendidly illuminated the room with reverberant venezuelan waltz playing in the background. Slivers of the broken mirror laid dead on the porcelain tiles. The pungent smell of rustic wood tinged with blood and spilled wine filled his nose. Driplets of blood were dripping profusely from his bleeding palm as he stood stupefied, with a piece of the shattered mirror in his grasp. Overwhelmed by jealousy, his mind was obscured. His heart, only saturated with guilt and remorse. Vague memories of the two remained for reminiscence. Driven by guilt, he is bound to lead a solitary life. A prison crafted by his very own mind.

Semester

With less than three days to the commencement of the new semester, we stared dumbfounded at the new schedule. No, it's not because of the subjects we will be taking or the allocated lecture hours. Instead, there are two familiar names that comfortably sit on the schedule. Two infamous figures in my institute. We are aware that people are inclined to remember negative qualities of other people rather than their pleasing ones. Let's get a lil' deeper into this; I will start by showing you the "very idyllic" nick from my Windows Live Messenger contact list. It reads, "Recruiting ANTI-SUNITA member from the community that care!"; the guy even made SUNITA into an abbreviation which literally means "Suffering Under Natural Incident Till Accident". It's undeniably amusing to see this sort of reaction from people. Initially, a few more satiric nicks were on my list but I guess they had them changed. If you ask me whether I anticipate for the new semester, I would gladly answer yes; At least to the notion that I get to stare at chicks and hangout with buddies during free time. See you guys around, au revoir~

Genesis

After taking a year break, I finally get the urge to start blogging again. This is probably due to the boredom I'm suffering from right now. Let's move on to the creation of the blog; Before selecting the current name as the title for my blog, I came up with a few more sohai names like "Not Raunchy", "Daily Yammering", "Randy Samurai" and "Explicit Mingling". I was planning to ask Brian for his opinion, but unfortunately that sohai was offline. Acting like a kid who has just got a new toy and can't wait to tear up the wrapper, I went on deciding on the name. As you can see, I'm using the default minimal white template. I wouldn't be doing much customisation at the moment and I can't promise that I will in the future. So, what exactly I'm gonna do with this blog? It will be a mix of daily babbles, product reviews, food outlet reviews, and perhaps a place for me to make dedications to people I hold dear? Please be warned that Manglish is expected and you may come across informal terms occasionally. Feel free to drop comments.