Migration

I will leave this blog for good. I'm working on a new project under the pen name, darklooming. If you are a fan of fiction, you are welcome to visit the fairly new blog at http://darklooming.blogspot.com/

Somniloquy

Talking in sleep. It's been a while. I just want a place to dump my thoughts, so I'll do it here. Things have been pretty much the same. I'm still clinging to myself, always finding stuff to dwell on. As much as I hate to admit it, I feel pathetic every now and then as if my life has no substance. I gotta say I'm just weird. I wonder if there is a place for me to comfortably suit myself with. Wishful thinking...

One Piece

Luffy: I will be the greatest pirate ever.
Zoro: I aspire to be an invisible swordsman.
Nami: I will never give up in completing the first world map.
Usop: I want to be a brave warrior of the sea.
Sanji: I believe All Blue exists, I want to see it with my own eyes.

Kelvin: I er, have no idea what I'm living for.

Epiphany

"I got good lungs, got a good heart. My mind is fit, and my feet can walk" - Kelly Jones

Sentiment

Untouched food on the dining table patiently wait to be relished. The rusty old clock is glaring at him, breaking the silence with its perpetual ticking. His hearbeat is synchronising with each tick as he remains stationary, he feels the warmth of his blood flowing through his every single vein, right through the core of his melted stone cold heart. His mind can't help but to disharmonise the unanimity, perturbing his rumination. He isn't sure of this sentiment. Never before he feels this weakened. A gentle suffocation. His affection illustrates her silhouette, unveiling her face gently. He savours the intangible bittersweet sensation, gloating away. Deep down, he kens the need to wake up to reality, however excruciating it may be.

Estrella @ Centro Bar

A night to remember. No one was interested to join me, so I went alone. The moment I walked in at around 7:50 PM, I was introduced to the organiser of the album launch party. He thought I was with the media, a reporter/columnist of some sort since I was dressing rather formal and had a bag strung across my chest. I politely denied and smiled, "I'm just a student, a fan of the band." Then he humbly replied, "Oh, thanks for coming, please enjoy yourself!". I grabbed myself a drink and sat at the 2nd front-most table to the stage. Ordered a finger food, fried cheese rolls. Not that delicious though. The guest artists performed to warm up the atmosphere. They were "Otam" and "Seven". Smooth and funky indie tunes, just that the vocals weren't that impressive.

I could see a girl walking around, she's a gorgeous bombshell. She looks like a Malay "Wai Kee" with a more attractive pair of eyes. The vocalist of "Seven" ended his performance with a song entitled "Malam Ini" dedicated to Liyana. He was looking straight at her, then I noticed, "Oh my...." That lady is the vocalist for Estrella. I didn't know as there are hardly any pictures of the band posted on their webby, I was just sure that I love their music.

The moment everyone was waiting for begun at approximately 10. "Ternyata" music video was played to entertain the audience while the band was preparing on stage. Then I could see people swarming to the front. Luckily I got myself a nice spot on the front line. Took pictures along as I was indulging in their live performance. I sang along to two of their songs, which are pretty much predictable if you have read my previous post. I really don't know how to portray the whole experience in words. In a nutshell, I felt very alive for the first time.

After the final encore, I asked the organiser whether If I could get an autograph from all the band members and took pictures with them. He gladly replied sure without hessitation and led me to the band. Good thing that I brought along a marker. I even lent it to the band to sign some other fans' CDs. They were very down to earth and nice. They kept thanking me for coming and supporting. The extreme excitement made me forgot to take a picture with the organiser. I should have taken. I hope those who were there will help to spread the words, highlighting this band to more local audience. Estrella, thanks for the great night.


Centro Bar, Sooka Sentral.


Liyana, charming the crowd.


Left most is Duan of Seven Collar T-Shirt.


From left: Liyana, Jeff, Nobu, Wan


Sweet Liyana and my copy of the album.


Nobu & Yob (The other songwriter besides Liyana)


My autographed CD. I spilled out my real name when asked.


An autograph on the booklet from Yob.

Estrella

A serendipity. I saw the album at Tower Records (KLCC) last week, was really curious how they will sound since the album art looks kinda tasteful. Then came across the ad for the album launch at facebook while human-petting. Decided to check them out. Visited Laguna Records' webby and listened to both of the sample songs. *Ears sending impulses to acoustic nerve in the brain* Liyana's voice just took my breath away. "Ternyata", a mind-soothing track, sounds like a mix of acoustic jazz and bossa nova. Lovely. "Stay" feels very much like indie pop; Liyana's style of singing on this track reminds me of Nina Persson of The Cardigans. Simple and charming. Frankly speaking, I think they play better music compared to many other local bands. They will be having an album launch party at Centro Bar, Sooka Sentral, KL Sentral on 31st January 2008 which is this coming Thursday at 8 PM. I guess I'll be heading there, hopefully there will be an autograph-signing session. Anyone wanna join me?






Please visit this link to listen to the samples:
http://estrella.laguna-records.com/

Their MySpace Music Page:
http://www.myspace.com/estrellaband/

Cloverfield

With $25 million budget, this is a brilliant show. I've never been so engrossed by a film in the cinema before. None of the cast members seems familiar to me, I have to say they really did an excellent work in taking their roles to that extent. It is so convincing that it keeps you agonised at times, it plays around with our very bare instinctive reactions. The anxiety over the uncertain condition of your loved ones and the fear of the unknown, they both give you the heebie-jeebies and run cold shivers down your spine. You'll be driven mad over the overwhelming desperation of saving your significant other. No matter what it takes, you are ready to give your life. That's the kind of scenario that it leaves you in. I would feel and react exactly the same way if I were in Rob's shoes, Beth is a bombshell after all. Please do not do your research on this movie before you watch it. The surprise is part of the entertainment. It's similar to I Am Legend which eases your curiousity as the film progresses, only much better this time. I'm pretty sure I was not the only one whose attention was consumed by the movie in the cinema. I could see many tilted to the front to have a better look during the intense scenes. It's worth every cent you spend for the ticket, do yourself a favour and watch it. Sit tight and brace yourself through the ordeal.

Yee Sap Yee

One sohai turns twenty two today. This fellow is a loyal customer to Bou Bou Pan Mee. They should have given a special platinum member card just for him, to enjoy privileges such as discount and free meals. He is very much like Cyrus, his best friend. They are considered the aces of MSH,  the ulra-socialites of the group, who keep events going hot and boiling. But then Cyrus's sohainess is greater. Nabeh Cyrus, always curse me die and gugujiao patah. 

I'm just back from the unofficial celebration of Alwyn's birthday, at Free & Easy. It was a simple yumchar session but full of mirth nevertheless. Even Mr. Saw also pei min and joined. I have forgotten when was the last time I enjoyed playing Monopoly as much. Exchanged hollers, cursing each other into stepping on "death traps". How boisterous! Full of suspense too. Itu Sirusu balik Ipoh, if not sure lagi lively.

Anyway, I would like to take this opportunity to wish Louhai (He sure has many aliases.) the best of health and hope he will not stay single this year. Thanks for being a friend, and the free rides you provided. Thanks also for the occasional translation help, for being a patient DotA team mate to bear with my noobness, and to whatever shit that I forgot to mention.


I dedicate this song by David Tao entitled "22" to you.

LXXXVIII

As promised, a farewell post for Lilian. (My "beloved" cousin.)

The time has finally come. Too bad Japan is out of your reach, but still, you are fortunate to have the opportunity to experience living abroad. The people there will either make the one year period seem excitingly short or a monotonous long one. I hope it'll not be the latter. I'm sure you will have no problem making new friends with your daring and sporting nature. Oh please, do something with your laziness. There's no one for you to push tasks around anymore. Help with house chores when possible. Communication won't be that hard I presume. Pick up a few slangs and share with us later. Don't ever take the "pot". Just say it's against our custom if you fail to think of any excuse. Recommend me some american chicks if you don't mind, but make sure you send me their pictures beforehand. I bid you a fond farewell, all the best in adapting and enjoy life to the fullest. So long and thanks for all the bitchiness. (Kekeke.)

Sorry for not sending you off the other day, I kinda feel bad now. Keep in touch. 

Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder

The plague and the splinter in my mind. It's a pain in the ass living with it. How many of you feel vexed over leftover files and registry entries after an uninstallation of an application? Even after cleaning with registry cleaner and the likes, I still can't help being skeptical about their existence which results in a clean format. That's why I'm extremely finical when it comes to installation of applications, to make sure I’m only installing the needed and the useful ones. I also prefer to maintain application windows in their default location. (Just like the first time they run.) 

The obsession with completion has caused great inconvenience to my daily activities especially web surfing. I’m pressed to wait for the entire page of a web site to finish loading before I move on to the other page even though the page only serves as a transit to my real destination. Likewise, it applies to music as well. I will wait for the entire song to finish before switching song or turning off the player. I’m also inclined to treat every song of an album fairly. Let’s say I have played the first track X amount of time, the other tracks must be played X amount of time as well. If I listen to the first track through music video, I would play the whole album by skipping the first track to balance it out. Besides, I'm compelled to keep things in a complete set, and preferably with no intrusive/unrelated things. (E.g. I only use legal softwares on my laptop.) If I couldn’t find a particular item which belongs to the same set, I rather not buy any item of the set at all. (E.g. Action Figures; If I fail to purchase the limited edition figure of a series, I would pass the whole series.) Most fortunately, this rule only applies to certain things.

When it comes to dining, I’m constrained to finish every edible piece on the plate. Recently, I’m able to cope with it in order to compromise for health. I like to wash hands frequently too. I have this strange imaginary of microbes on things that I touch, namely door knobs, water taps, handles and money. I don’t like to have too much contact with things that I treasure. Like for my Lynda (Laptop), I never rest my palms on the typing area. While for books, booklets, artworks or CDs, I will try to avoid as much contact with my fingertips and try to get ahold of it with my palms. Flipping books is troublesome for me too. I’m afraid of wrinkling the pages. That’s why I find it very hard to lend people my things. I fear that people will label me as a stingy and lansi fella but it really worries me a lot.

Apart from the nuisance, OCD helps in certain achievements. Perfectionism. I will utilize my capability to produce something I enjoy in doing to be the best in its shape. Tasks like designing, tidying up and furnishing. Provide that I’m given adequate time. As for indulgence, I will always select the best available material if I can afford or get. Music and movies I mean. I rather not watch or listen to a badly recorded piece, hoping a better version will be available. You should know that it’s not easy being me after reading all this. Treasure and cherish your life. Good Day.

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. (~_~)