Can you hear me now?

The Killing Joke

2012-01-05T01:59:00.000-08:00

Hey, so it's 2012 now. Facebook has been alight the past few weeks on how much we have to look forward to and how we can face any challenges head-on (which is complete and utter crap cos you'll just go back to whatever routine you had the previous year anyway but let's stay positive for the moment... 2012, yeah!!) In any case, I have a guilty pleasure... I hate using that term because a) noone really feels guilty when they do it, embarrassed yes but not guilty and b) you don't derive all that much pleasure from it anyway. Using guilty pleasures for things like having that extra piece of chocolate or splurging on dinner just belittles actual guilty pleasures... like going to playgrounds and trading lollipops for sexual favours from children. That would be a guilty pleasure. It'd be more of a problem if it wasn't a GUILTY pleasure. If I was a child rapist and someone said to me "oh, double dipping is my guilty pleasure. I hate myself for doing it but I just can't help myself", I would reply with "Yeah? No shit. I get the same feeling whenever your son's around". Bam. Now it's awkward. You shouldn't have brought up the double dipping thing. So, small guilty pleasures should really be more of an "embarassing thing I do".

So, an embarassing thing I do is to check the stats for my blog every once in a while. Just to see how it's doing. And feel good about myself. Until I actually see the amount of people who visit the blog. Then not so much on the feeling good about myself. But in any case, I found that the most visited posts are the ones with pictures on them. Specifically, my top two posts are 1) the one with the picture of Andrew Garfield as Spider-man and 2) Pippa Middleton's ass from the royal wedding. Whatsupwitdat? My blog is basically frequented by nerds who can't wait to check out Spiderman's costume and horndogs for gratuitous photos of Pippa Middleton.

Obvious enough, the emo rants are never visited... fine, saw that coming a mile away (y'all have no sympathy) but you would think that a somewhat quirky and whimsical post with a touch of observational humour that I strive so hard to perfect would be somewhere in the top 3, wouldn't you? Actually it is number 3 but that post is tainted by a video of a Thor trailer parody so visitors might actually be skipping the humour altogether.

Now, what should I do with this new information? The wannabe economist in me wants to run behavioural economics experiments.... let's try this on:

Megan Fox naked Abbey Clancy naked Katy Perry naked nude sex leaked photos hardcore pornography Call of Duty: Modern Warfare

That should generate some traffic.

Nice one

2011-12-26T16:11:00.000-08:00

Okay so happy holidays to all. Get this, right? I was in Liverpool Street station trying to get to Old Street when this guy shows up and stops me. He was wearing this worn green jumper and smelled like he hadn't showered in days. So he asked me if spoke English to which I answered yes, obviously. He looked relieved like I just told him the meaning of life and then asked me for 2 pounds to get on a bus back home. Now, it is at this point that he proceeds to tell me all about his woes. Basically, the man got into a pub brawl on Christmas Eve and got himself arrested thus spent Christmas in jail, away from his wife and daughter and now needs the 2 pounds to get back home to them, not having seen them in two days. Or at least, that's what he said.

Now, having a working knowledge of how the criminal justice system works, I know with a certain amount of certainty that he is lying to me. To top it off, I could still smell the tobacco on his breath (and if he could afford a smoke, he probably would be able to afford a bus ride home)... but I gave him the money anyways. Why? Cos in the off chance I was wrong, I did not want to deprive his daughter of a father on Boxing Day, even if he's a shit who went to a pub on Christmas Eve instead of spending it at home with his family (even if his story is true). But in any case, the message here is to relieve my guilty conscience of any sense of cheated feelings I may have. The story, taken at it's best, I helped a guy get back home. At worst, a guy gets 2 pounds off of me. No sense lingering on it. And I know the homeless guy isn't reading this, this is more for me, but homeless guy? Pay it forward. Merry Christmas.

Freaks and geeks

2011-10-31T06:15:00.001-07:00

The best part of being in a relationship is, taking everything else out, you know that you'll always have someone there with you, for you. Emotionally and physically.

To know someone will be there to hold your hand and make things alright when you don't know if things will, to be there to listen when your Conference goes to shit and you need to rant, to smile and suggest a movie when you're down or bored. To be the rational one in the argument when you're screaming your head off and not making sense. Just to be there in the next room when you knock.

But also, to be there with you when you want to try something or somewhere new. To try the French place even if it's not to your taste, to go shoe shopping, stand, linger and try your best to understand what the hell makes that pair of shoes "super cute" and offer a clumsy and nonsensical explanation of why you should take the boots over the flats (cos you have ten of them already), to actually want and be silently excited about going to museums and art galleries even when, in your whole life, you've never been to one voluntarily. Doesn't matter if it's not your cup of tea, doesn't matter if you're tired as all hell, you just can't bear the thought of her making a memory, and you're not in it. You don't want the option. She means too much to you to miss out on. So bring it on, because seriously, you'll enjoy it. No, not the shoe shopping mind you, that's seven levels of Hell wrapped up in an open-toed pair of heels, you'll enjoy that one moment (and there's gonna be that moment) when she smiles and it'll be worth it.

And if she leaves you behind, she better makes you dinner.

2011-08-20T09:00:00.000-07:00

Thank you, Pippa Middleton.

Masterchef Australia

2011-08-03T22:17:00.000-07:00

Haven't blogged since I got back to Malaysia, PS3 binge. Plus, handling BPP and visa (everything going well enough) so I have neglected this blog as parents neglect the middle child in a family.

I notice a lot of things have changed since I got back, mostly who I am as a person. I really think I grew up a little in the time I was in UK (grew sideways too). But that's for later (as it's a little gratuitous) however, I do not think I have matured at all while in the UK. At all.

Here's the crux of this post. I miss Mackinder Hall. God, i do. So much. Talking about Elisa alone can fill up three posts but she knows how much I miss us in MacKinder. This is about my friends.

I really miss waking up, heading to the kitchen and nine times out of ten, Jia Sen or Sher Hann would be there. Not in the morning though, then ten times out of ten they'd be dead to the world. But Jia Sen would be there having bagels with cream cheese, mashed potatoes, or trying out a dish his mom emailed him. Then, letting us try it. He'd be cooking dinner and we'd trade recipes and borrow stuff from each other's cabinets. It had an organic and communal feel to it. It helped that the guy was just so funny even without meaning to be. Fun to bully.

Sher Hann would be eating what she cooked two days ago (in advance, not leftovers). It's always so entertaining with Sher Hann, inside jokes and hypothetical situations always crack me up. I miss her curry. Her spicy chicken curry. And her salmon pasta. And lingam. She has lingam. I miss the impromptu dinners we had, the bustle of all four of us cooking in one kitchen, the ASDA online shopping meetings.

I mean, they're just really great people and they're so cool and I miss them so much. And Justin. Justin, Justin, Justin. Your kitchen was the host to our christmas dinner, our post-christmas dinners, our pre-christmas dinners. The dinner you and Tengy made for Elisa and I after Italy was awesome. I wanna cook for you guys when we get back there, kay? More than the food, it was also about the supposed-to-be five minute borrowing/returning of stuff that turns into two whole hours of chatting in the hallway against the heater. I'm sorry for all the time I wasted but it was so fun talking with you. Justin was actually the first friend I made in Law School back in first year. Haihs, so long ago. Tengy and him go really well together, it's maddeningly cute to see them together, you just wanna poke fun.

Endrick was something really cool to have happened to me that I did not expect at all. First year and second, we did not roll in the same groups. Even though I knew him since A level years, we were always distant. He turns out to be such fun, a great chef, his sambal ikan bilis is to die for. He was just so sweet with his egg tarts and turns out he's the only guy I can have a conversation about Victoria's secret fashion shows with. The best thing about him is that he's so honest with me and it's so refreshing and direct.

I miss that atmosphere, always having a close group of friends around you, not even five minutes away. I miss the dinners we had, if we wanted to have dinner together, same day we'd get it done. Now, it's a week's planning on facebook. And even that doesn't come together sometimes.

Oh well.

The Spider's Thread

2011-05-01T16:12:00.000-07:00

It's this story about this criminal in Hell (or the Buddhist version of Hell, each religion seems to have their own version) and how he never did any good deeds in his entire lifetime save for one. On a walk through a forest, he decided not to kill a spider that he was about to step on. A small spider, hardly noticeable at all and it would not have affected anyone if he killed it and yet he chose to spare the spider's life.

So Buddha (I think it's Buddha, can't be sure... but probably Buddha) took note of this and lowered down a spider's thread all the way from Heaven down to Hell. This criminal noticed the thread and grabbed on to it, climbing upwards to Heaven.

Halfway through, he looks down and sees other residents of Hell grabbing the spider thread and climbing up, and worrying that the spider thread would break from the combined weight of all of them, the criminal yelled at them to get off, that the spider thread was his and only his. At that moment, the spider thread broke. The criminal and all the other residents climbing the thread, fell back to Hell.

So, what's the moral of the story? Don't be a selfish ass? Do a measure of good and receive a measure of reward? All possible but one aspect of the story that really sticks to me is this. The criminaldid not know where the thread came from, yet he grabs it and climbs up. I suppose anywhere is better than Hell, right? That's not the problem. The problem is that the game was rigged. Buddha would have known the criminal would have wanted the string for himself, He's in Hell, what does that tell you about him? And yet, why did he still lower the thread?

Yeah, I know people will be like, "Oh, that's compassion" or "Oh, despite having almighty power, there needs to be exercise of free will by humans" but if it really was compassion, then it's a false one. You give someone hope knowing they'll fall right back, even worse since they wouldn't have fallen without your "help". Secondly, the argument of free will only works if you don't tamper at all. Swooping in when it suits you hardly justifies all the other moments of free will, doesn't it?

The thing is, you can't blame the guy for grabbing on to the thread, you would have too. You can't blame him for yelling at all those other guys, he's desperate to get out, he's scared to fall back to Hell (irony). But those from up high probably shouldn't toy with us lesser beings.

On another note, the criminal really didn't have much to worry about (probably). Spider silk is actually pretty tough. It can stretch up to 1.4 times its length without breaking, so that makes it pretty tough. Apparently, the toughest silk produced by a spider is ten times tougher than kevlar, if you compare it at the same size and amount. So, he would have been fine.

Speaking of spiders make me think of Spider-man. Thinking of Spider-man makes me think of Marvel Comics. Thinking of Marvel Comics makes me think of Iron-Man. Or Thor. Let's go with Thor right now. Conan O Brien had this altered trailer of the upcoming Thor movie on his show, Conan. It's been around a while but still, if you haven't checked it out then you're probably living under a rock. Or properly studying for Law (good for you, give yourself a pat on the back). In any case, check this out.

I shall leave you with this, an eye for an eye leaves everyone with one eye.

2011-05-01T12:46:00.000-07:00

It still baffles me how Malaysia ever got elected to the United Nations Human Rights Council.

On another note, it's been a few days since the royal wedding but still.....

DAT ASS!!!

Honey badger smack the shit out of you

2011-04-30T14:29:00.000-07:00

This time next month.... Rome!! WHOOOOOOH!!!

Italy in 10 days, let's see what we can come up with. Being a nerd, I am so gonna act out Angels and Demons.

On another note, I have not gone off-campus since Kak E took us to Jamie's Italian for dinner last week... all the loveliness of Spring and I am stuck indoors. God help me, EU and Family are killing me slowly, like dependency on NZT (reference to Limitless). Pictures of the dinner below.

Lastly, I have no idea how the exams are gonna turn out but i feel... well, i won't say relaxed, but good. Did I feel this way last year? Cos my results weren't top-notch (easiest self-denying way of saying it sucked ass) especially since this year, I have to get a 2.1 for each and every subject to do the Bar. Have never done that. Cue delusions of grandeur to further augment the self-denial (I can do this, whooooh!!! Best in every subject, baby!). Where was I? Right so.... wish me luck.

As a farewell note.... IF WE STAY THE COURSE, WE ARE DEAD!!! WE. ARE. ALL. DEAD!!!

Jamie's Italian napkin.

All the company I would ever need but Kak E was there too.

Battered squid with garlic mayo and some garnish.

Italiano burger (dunno what is Italiano about it)
with a side of Posh Chips (fries with truffle oil and parmesan)

Elisa's shrimp linguine.

Tiramisu for dessert.

This is just a picture of some clothes out to dry in the sun outside Park Eat.... cheapo.

I say thee, NAY!!

2011-03-29T09:27:00.000-07:00

Thor movie poster by Olly Moss. Only for the cast and crew of the movie.

A couple consonants short.....

2011-03-29T09:14:00.001-07:00

2011-03-20T11:19:00.000-07:00

Magic... muthafucka!

2011-03-20T10:44:00.001-07:00

God, I hate children...

2011-03-20T10:40:00.000-07:00

Click to enlarge.

Yes, Triceratops are blue. As Power Rangers has shown us. More importantly....

How would you cook dinosaur meat?

AAARGH, ADMINISTRATIVE PAPERWORK!!!!!

2011-03-15T07:55:00.000-07:00

If only BPTC applications went something like this...

- Taken from thedoghousediaries.com

2011-03-09T00:12:00.000-08:00

Wishing you were somehow here again,
Wishing you were somehow near,
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed,
Somehow you would be here

2011-03-05T01:41:00.000-08:00

Damn, it's just one of those days.....

2011-03-05T00:27:00.000-08:00

A vending machine swallows 5 ringgit worth of money without spitting out my kettle chips, I'm allowed to be angry.

Who ever said I was a good guy?

2011-02-15T18:30:00.000-08:00

Pleasantries is really bullshit to me.

Please and thank you is overrated. I'm not a kid anymore and neither are any of you. The fact that I ask and not order (strong word, more like tell you to), means that please is implied. I don't want it from you either. All you do is dress it up nicely and put a bow on it to make me change my mind. It doesn't change anything. At least, that's what it's like for me. Especially if we're friends. Why bother? I'd like to think you're close enough to me that we can drop with the pleasantries.

Anyway, gossip is fun, isn't it? Really. I mean, maybe it's the fact that it's supposed to be a secret. The whole, I'll tell you but you can't tell anyone else. Somehow, this time next week, everyone knows. Plus, it's really fun when you know something about someone noone else knows about. It gives you that fake feeling of superiority, that feeling of self-importance, when you're telling the story all eyes are on you because everyone wants to know. Are we worse people for it? Probably. But I believe it's human nature. You can wrap it up, claim to be above the fray, but a juicy story is something everyone wants a bite of. And that is fine by me. Talk all you want. Just as I do.

It's like whale feeding time at Sea World.

2011-01-24T10:11:00.000-08:00

How's Spring term, you ask? Killer. Well, it'll get easier as time goes by. The problem was adjusting back to the study pace and shaking off the vacay(that's vacation as douchebags call it) feel. Anyway, I'm only left with Family Law tutorials this week, on Thursday. I'm getting my essay back and I'm sad to say I'm a little excited and scared of my results which makes me a nerd. Damn. Here's a quick, British joke to distract you.

A man and a giraffe walk into a bar, the giraffe goes and lies down in a corner. The bartender asks the man, "Oy, wha's tha' lyin' there?" to which the man replies, "tha's no' a lion, tha's a giraffe."

......

...... It works better when it's verbally communicated.

Keep calm and carry on.

On another related topic (not really but go with it), I watched 127 hours last week. It's part of my "get out the room" plan cos you can only spend so much time in your room before that swiss army knife starts looking mighty friendly with your wrist. My life is fun. So was the movie. Maybe it was the low expectation, maybe it was really that good but all I know is, I had a fun time. There was humour, there were tears, there were serious "man in the mirror" moments amounting to revelations, there was James Franco, there was importance of family notes, there was music that fit the scene (who did not cringe when the he literally touched a nerve and that electric shock sound came on, damn A.R. Rahman, you bad). It had everything Finding Nemo set out to achieve and succeeded, well, without James Franco. But that's all right. Y'all had a good time.

With great power, comes great responsibility

2011-01-18T15:56:00.000-08:00

It's the first look of the new Spider-man suit for the reboot of the Spider-man movie series with Andrew Garfield as Peter Parker. A short wiki search would show you that Andrew Garfield was the dude in Imaginarium of Dr Parnassus(weirdest movie I have ever seen) and Eduardo Saverin in Social Network. The new movie will have the Lizard and Proto-Goblin (gotta have a Goblin in a Spider-man movie) as villains. The suit looks pretty cool, looking forward to the movie coming out in 2012.

In the meantime, enjoy this guy, coming out in May.

Pictures from Marvel.com

Mrs. Penguin.

2011-01-18T15:55:00.001-08:00

I actually wanted to call you Eli when we first got together.

Muy caliente!

2011-01-07T16:39:00.000-08:00

Barcelona, BABY!!!!!! I shall be off the grid for four days, getting some undeserved vacation time in Barcelona, Spain. Paella, crema catalana, La Ramblas and Camp Nou, here I come.

Threat neutralised. Cicak exterminated.

2010-12-04T15:05:00.000-08:00

I can't keep going on this paranoid pace. Why do I waste so much time thinking abour how people perceive me? Well yeah, it's easy enough to say if they don't like you, screw them and be true to yourself. But the thing is, that's not what I worry about.

People do this thing which really pisses me off. If you did a direct action that hurts their feelings, they don't come out and say it to you. They don't respect you enough to just say, "you know what, that kinda hurt." I mean, yeah it's my fault for hurting your feelings but why do you go on this petty quest of isolation, taking what's between you and me and spreading it to anyone with ears or go out of your way to hurt me back. An apology is not enough? Even though it's sincere? So now I'm left wondering what the hell is going on here (which is your goal so congratulations) so now I have to replay every conversation I've ever had with you to find that one time I hurt your feelings. And that is if there is a reason at all. What if it turns out nothing is going on and I'm just being paranoid. See how tiring it is? Just reading about how tiring it is, you probably feel tired.

It'll be so much easier if the world could just come out and say what's wrong and how we can make it better and not hold a grudge about this. If I could get one wish for Christmas, that would be it. Just for people to drop pretenses, false smiles, intentional isolation and just be real. Haihs.

Speaking of coming out and say what's wrong, this is old news but I hadn't spoken about this before. RUMBSA did this whole name collection thing for a trip to Cardiff, basically just about providing transportation. It was phrased in a way that left an impression that they wanted to know the number of people going to Cardiff. Complications arose with people who intended to take private transportation, those who thought the price was exorbitant, and those who changed their minds about the trip. What I was amazed by was how certain participants spoke out about the mishandlement of the issue (which could be taken to be mere miscommunication). They could've all gotten angry and pointed fingers but instead they gave well thought out arguments, stated their points concisely, took an objective view and were all very reasonable. I read the email correspondence and felt so.... wow (like Jia Sen when he tastes the food he cooks himself). Damn cool, wei. Just saying, power to you. I mean, that's the way to go, right? If only every issue could be that email correspondence.

Anyway, sorry for the pointless post below, just felt random. I'm back with all my ranting about how I am about as secure as an Asian walking back from Asda. Too soon?

Prendere la cagna soldi

2010-12-03T14:10:00.000-08:00

In every man's closet is....

his favourite tee from 5 years ago which he doesn't wear anymore but can't throw out.

a football jersey that he wears only the day after a match.

a black t-shirt.

Pasar malam t-shirt and shorts that he wears 5 days in a row before deciding to wash it..... after wearing it this one time.

An outfit that people say he looks good in and only wears to events.

An outfit he thinks he looks good in and wears all the time.

A pink shirt cos chicks will think you're cute.

It's so fluffa-y!!

2010-11-20T15:43:00.000-08:00

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

First verse of Fix You by Coldplay

Having trouble focusing when I'm studying. Room 1 keeps blasting club music till midnight, having my laptop in front of me means all I want to do is read comics, watch tv shows, wiki random things and google myself (meant both 30 Rock reference and actual googling of my name). The constant drilling and spoon-feeding in Taylor's allows me to slack off studying on my own to an extent but not here, here the pressure's on. You realise the burden you take on yourself (for yourself, I might add) and it's really up to you, here's the time, here's the handout, now do you want to fail or get first class?

I'm having trouble having to read the textbooks AND write notes AND do revision for the past lessons. It doesn't help that my mind wanders when doing any of the above. Elisa plays music or a tv show just for background noise so she doesn't get bored... tried it, ended up spending two hours listening to Foo Fighters.... is someone getting the best of you.... where was I? Right, music was a no-no till recently. I found out that I can focus best listening to Coldplay. Only Coldplay. So weird.

Weather's getting F-ing cold right now, it's horrible. Winter's knocking. Even in my room, I have to wear socks and my slippers just to keep my toes toasty. Hehe. Toasty toes. Say that fast five times. Mo's here in Reading, just got here this week. After dinner he asked me if it's always this cold. Got me thinking how I got used to the weather after awhile and now I just accept that I have to face the cold every day. Reminded me of when I first got here, damn it was like the proverbial deer entering the village(?), but the cold really drove in the point that I'm not in Malaysia. Missing home a bit. But somehow, not as much as the others, maybe cos even at home I just stay in my room most of the time.... Well, Mo being here, I thought maybe I should help him out with the whole getting to know the place and settling in and stuff but I was never close to the guy (never tried) so it seems kinda weird to start now.... or maybe I'm paranoid.

Most importantly, I'm starting to let it go. Don't get me wrong, I think you're shit. You're a pathetic being (I use being cos it would be incorrect to call you a human) and know that whatever you may do in your life, no matter what success you come into, you did me wrong and you'll always be trash. But I need to let this go. I know you don't read my blog and you'll never think what you did crossed a line, but I'm fine with that. This isn't about you anymore, it's about me and the person I care about the most.

Sorry for not updating more, been busy but Suet Mei, Wei Guan, Sher Hann all haven't updated too so I guess it's okay? Nat should be back now. Wonder what she's doing... Sharon's essays should all be due.... till next time, guys.

As Justin would say, ciao.

Who framed Roger Rabbit?

2010-09-27T04:23:00.001-07:00

This is it, folks. My last night in Malaysia before I head to Reading. I'll be cancelling my phoneline tomorrow so you will not be able to reach me by phone. I probably will not be able to use the internet for a few days after I land. Email me if anything's up. All in all, this is pretty exciting though the last minute jitters are getting to me, I keep rechecking my list to make sure everything is in order. Next time I post, it'll be in Reading.

2010-08-29T07:02:00.000-07:00

Yes, finally got my internet access back! Wooh! In any case, VISA PASS!!!!

Tell them what I hoped would be impossible, impossible

2010-08-19T05:21:00.000-07:00

Have you had roti cheese before? I have not....till last month!!! .... okay, yeah, the suspense and the whole feeling of this being new is gone but I have not tried this. Tasted kinda good, surprisingly. The thing is, I never intended to have mamak that night, I just got lost on the way to Pink Sage at Solaris Dutamas (a story for another time) and gave up, settling on mamak. This has led me to contemplate on matters of great importance.

NO MAMAK IN UK!!! What the hell am I supposed to eat(at 11pm)?! No wonder Justin lost so much weight. Yeah, they got bars, you can order western food there, it's cool and all but you cannot just brush mamak off as just another place to eat. It is a place of communication, a place of dependence(when nowhere else is open, you KNOW you can still go mamak. Search your heart, you know this to be true), a place to watch TV3 drama Melayu or WWE without being embarassed... much. A place to catch football!

Yes, there is iced lemon tea but there it cannot replace air limau nipis, ais. Frozen roti is not the same as one made by the oily, unwashed hands of the mamak man. Home made dhal is not the same as two-to-three-day-old dhal with freshly made dhal stirred into it. It is not a restaurant, it is a culture. So much so that you can walk up to anyone on the street and ask if they know a good mamak place, a name would definitely pop up in their head. It's not just about losing a mamak, it's about losing MY mamak. My mamak that still makes fresh roti kosong at 2a.m., my mamak that makes nasi goreng pataya ayam just the way i like it and knows that I meant ayam goreng, not chicken pieces. My mamak with the giant projector screen that keeps showing the Hitz channel on Astro so I have to listen to gangster rap whenever I'm there.

Suk Leng, Chong Yi, Paul, Justin, how the hell did you guys survive... it's impossible!!!! Impossible (see, it links back to the title... Shontelle's Impossible... not that I'm a fan or nothing).

Oh, btw, my visa might get rejected so I might have to reapply.

I'm gonna fight for you, until your heart stops beating.

2010-07-09T12:42:00.000-07:00

Unbelieveable. Hi guys, wonder if you still read this, anyway, on Wednesday I went to Cineleisure with Elisa to catch the 10.05pm screening of Predators (better than nothing, right...), we were lining up at around 9.20pm and two people approached us, a guy and a lady. What did they want? They wanted to know if we wanted to catch a movie premiere for free so obviously we said, "Yeah, sure. Who wouldn't?". Next thing you know.....

FREE TICKETS!! How often does that happen?!.... okay, maybe not that rare but still...

Before you kill me off as one of those Twi-hard or Die-light fans or I don't know what they call themselves, we weren't planning on watching Eclipse but that'd save us... what, ten bucks? I can go mamak twice now. Anyway, really appreciated the guy but as you can see the from the passes, the movie was gonna start in ten minutes and it was free seating so work the logic in, people. We got seats five rows from the screen.... still, it was an experience, best kot!

By the way, Elisa got free passes to New Moon (the second Twilight movie) last year, so let's see if we can keep it rolling on for the next movie... if there's a next movie, i don't know.

Bow-chika-wah-wow

2010-06-27T07:13:00.000-07:00

We have moved to adielemirikram.tumblr.com cos we feel like it.

DO NOT DENY ME MY REVENGE!!!

2010-06-05T14:09:00.000-07:00

People, I am bored out of my frickin' mind. Seriously, holidays are like clubs, it seems exciting and a whole lot of fun at first, you've got all these ideas on what to do once you can enter them, but once that time comes round, nothing. NOTHING!!! Seriously though, clubs are fun for teens, once you're old enough to enter 'em, they aren't worth the drive to get there.

After the first five days of hols you're out of stuff to do, facebook's shit out of things and you're not desperate enough to play those Flash games (sorry guys), your girlfriend calls you every ten minutes cause she's bored as hell, and the phone conversation just lasts ten minutes cos you're both bored, having done nothing so all you're left with is that awkward silence that builds up to the question that signals to the other person that you are out of ideas and would rather put down the phone, "soooo, what do YOU want to talk about?". Great.

That's where i need ideas on what to do now (I hate asking questions on my blog cos nobody answers and i just get depressed). Oh, and please don't tell me something like, movie dates cos really people, that's not something even worth mentioning. I've been on those even during exams (no, i'm just kidding, mom). Movie dates are not a big deal for me. For anyone. With a life. And I have learnt that my problem is not that I disagree but that I slam. Prince of Persia did not live up to my expectations is a perfectly reasonable comment, they showed the movie to a bunch of retarded kids who said it epically failed is not. Right, and back to stuff to do.

I got lunch with Mr. Lai which has been put off for over a year. And that's it.

On a brighter note, thank you Winston and Melanie for taking me out to dinner to celebrate my birthday along with the awesome gift I had received. It was so awesome I wore it two days in a row. It made me feel very Iron Man-like (Iron Msn-ish? Iron Man-y?). Dinner was great and again, I am sorry for being late, the LDP is a prime example of how prayers do not solve my problems.

Justin's back (i think), so hopefully we can meet up whenever. And Jia Wen read my blog. Unexpected. Appreciated.

Kratos is staring at me right now.

2010-05-20T11:32:00.000-07:00

Haven't done this in forever, finished my exams, how I'll do is anyone's guess but here's to the best. My birthday has come and gone, thanks all who wished me and for those who did not, well there's always next year (if I don't die in which case you will regret not wishing me happy birthday, and for not telling me how you always thought we'd be great together).

Anyway, exams being over means I can do anything I want. Problem is, after doing only one thing for so long, I can't think of anything in particular that I would like to do. This has lead to boredom. Severe boredom. Boredom so severe I find myself staring at walls. Anyways, I'm waiting for Justin to get back, wanna have a chat on a couple of good places to eat. Looking forward to it. Natalie and Sharon are also coming back and that means less time to myself and my scissors. Well, if for nothing else, I shall look forward to the potential my four months (if I do not fail my exams) of holidays present to me.

On a brighter note, I would like to extend my appreciation to my parents for their generous birthday gift, it shall be put to use, some more good than others.

We'll have Halloween on Christmas

2010-05-09T11:14:00.000-07:00

Okay, be honest, killing cockroaches is awesome. Makes you feel like you're king of the world. You can kill them with aerosol spray, sure, but nothing beats crushing it with rolled up newspaper, or smashing it with your fist (wrapped with tissue paper of course, if not then it's just gross, the feeling). The smell is fricking awful though. Random.

Indians have great hair. Like, full-bodied, wavy mass of luscious, sheen hair.

2010-05-01T09:18:00.000-07:00

Hey guys, what's up? (Is that still cool? What's up? No idea...) Anyways, taking a short break from cramming useless junk that'll drop out in a few hours into me... and studying land law (HAH! See what I did right there, got you didn't I?) and I am unbe-freaking-lieveably sleepy. For shizzles (I'll stop with the 90's slang references now, i promise).

No, seriously, you're trying your best here and you know it'll be over in two weeks so you just keep telling yourself "C'mon man, 4a.m., just cover the two topics, formal transfer of land isn't that much to cover anyways.......*ten minutes later* "mglrgh.... just one more bite...." (cos i talk in my sleep if i'm too tired out, just ask your mom)(Heh). To make matters worse, i live in a caffeine-free household. NO COFFEE!!! You know how desperate a guy can get just to get a little stimulant in his body?

I prowl, in the wee hours of the morning, for 100 Plus. Yes, the isotonic drink specially formulated to hydrate and quickly replace fluids, energy and electrolytes lost during your active lifestyle, allowing you to perform at your peak (yes, i just read it off the bottle). I've got three 1.5 litre bottles of this shit in my room. That's.....4.5 litres!! (Okay, i know that does not seem all that impressive but it is, it really is. And the fact that i took a while to count that means that my studying for law is paying off(cos lawyers suck at math)). ANYWAY, the stuff...works. I know, it's not supposed to but it does. Now I can stay awake till 4.30a.m. (the kiasu people in my class are like "Now I gotta stay up till 6!!"). And I'll wake up at 12. Shikes.

It got me thinking what do people do to stay awake? What do you guys do? I did this thing where I slap myself and slam my face to the wall but it made me forget what i covered and hospital bills are a muther. And then there's the snack-age which i love doing. I pretty much got myself a convenience store in my room. Mini pretzels, twisties, chachos, seaweed, salted peanuts, cereal, tic tacs, ruffles (they have ridges but they are called ruffles, not ridges....), ooh, do this thing, amazing effect, you grab a plastic container, stuff twisties, chachos (you smash 'em up nice and small-like but not too small) and your third favourite junk food (for me it's keropok ikan but whatever) and then just mix it all up. It's a junkfood cocktail. Awesome, believe me. Justin, you know it, man.

Thirdly, have a soundtrack. I have a folder in my laptop i call the pump-up mix. It's got AC/DC, Bon Jovi, Cheap Trick, Sum 41, Avenge Sevenfold, the soundtrack to the first Iron Man movie (it makes me lift my hand up and pretend I have repulsor beams firing out), Koi Mil Gaya from Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, and For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert (cos i wanna get in touch with my inner male stripper), basically anything that gets your blood pumping and focused. Nothing too strong though, Sweet Child of Mine, Dude Looks Like a Lady and Stairway to Heaven sent me on a spiral down air-guitaring and screaming my lungs out... not very conducive to my studying.

But still, coffee is great. The best. If you're at the Curve past 8.30, I'll be at Starbucks with a Caramel Macchiato, venti sized (they know my face and order edi). Come say hi. Then go away, cos i've gots to star-deyh. Study land law like i studied your girl. What?

Fun fact: I say shikes not like spikes, but like shy-keys. Cos it's a fusion of shit and Nike (cos you just do it) so Shi-kes. Wanted to make a fusion for shit and Adidas but they mean the same thing so..... suck on that, Mo.

Truth: I do not say Shi-kes, that's just dumb. Adidas still sucks.

The problem with A.

2010-04-30T08:31:00.000-07:00

When you're in a relationship, you lose the desire to do things on your own. Prior to A's relationship, he used to go watch movies on his own, whenever he wanted, how many movies a day he wanted, and have dinner by himself (he'd bring his iPod to listen to music, or he'd bring a book to read). And he loved that lifestyle. Free, easy, no need for consideration of anybody else's wishes. Now he's in a relationship.

Now it's couple seats in the cinema, it's one movie a day, it's planning ahead and calling to confirm and clarify (cos you have to clarify), no more iPod, no more books, no more dinners alone. Table for two and conversations on the day spent and future plans. And here's the clincher, he loves this too.

Now, there's a hand to hold in the cinema and someone to discuss the movie with after the show, no more sad looking stares from the ticket issue counter staff when he buys three tickets to separate shows on the same day, each for single seats. Now he can get excited about self-grooming (to shave or not to shave), about how he dresses, about her calling 5 minutes before he reaches her house wondering where he is (everytime!), arguing about where to eat cos you both can't spend that much and have different tastes. Finally, seated and ordered, you talk about the meaningful time spent together and how they'll do it all over again tomorrow. Now there's someone with him, someone for him, someone by him. The loneliness is not there anymore. Constrast from George Clooney from Up in the Air.

The problem: He doesn't want to do anything without her anymore. He drags her to places she doesn't want to go, eat stuff she doesn't want to, etc. Poor her. But he can't help it. He's madly in love with her.

He's sorry he wastes her time, he's sorry he screws up her schedule, he's sorry he can't take no for an answer and doesn't say thanks for showing up. He wants her to include him in her plans, no matter what. He misses her.

What you wish for and what you're capable of are two very different things

2010-04-26T10:26:00.000-07:00

It's the 27th of April today.

Tomorrow will be the 28th.

One more day.

One day left.

Can you do this? Why not? Don't let yourself down. Don't let yourself down.

There's a flow to trust. I really shouldn't get started, I'm no expert. But still, the whole year, all you learnt was about one thing; getting rid of your property. Equity was covered in that little bit of nothingness in October and November.

Do you really want to throw it away(?), certainty of trust.
You prepare to throw it away, formalities of trust.
You failed to throw it away, resulting trust.
You didn't really throw it, constructive trust.
You're throwing it and hiding your hand, secret trust.
You throw it away with good intentions, charitable trust.
You throw it away without aiming, Purpose trust.
You change your mind about throwing, variation of trust.
Other people throw for you, trust administration.

All covering multitude of ways to get rid of your stuff.

Dixon, my friend, we're spending too much time together. People will talk.

2010-03-23T10:50:00.000-07:00

I would tie your parents to chairs. I would pour lighter fluid on them. Then I'd set them on fire. While you watch. I would record the whole thing, just so I could hear them scream whenever I'd think of your pathetic little existence. But I wouldn't kill you. I don't want that. What's the point in that?

Let's lock you up in my basement shall we? I'd have to build one first. So I'm going to have to go to the local council and ask permission first, get a permit, then build it. Sound-proof it. Install the locks and chains. Then I'd drag you in and lock you up in it. I'll bring a tv in for you. LCD, 42-inch with DVD player. Dolby surround sound stereo system. I burnt the video of your parents' burning on DVD. Let's watch that together. I'll make you watch it all day, all night. You're not going to sleep. I'll make sure of that. This hose will do the trick. Or I can hook you up to the "box" (Pink Panther reference). You're going to hear them scream every waking hour (which is every hour since you're not sleeping) of your life (which will end soon, depends).

I'll feed you, of course, I'm no animal. In fact, I'll make you something myself. I'll spoonfeed you even. I'm that sweet.Make sure you get meat and veggies everyday as you watch on and when you're numb to it, when you're tears have dried up and all you feel is numb when you watch the two people who gave you life and raised you (albeit poorly) and the impact just isn't there anymore, I'll whisper in your ear that the meat you've been eating, the somewhat charred meat you've had that somehow seems oddly unfamilliar and you can't recognise what it is, are pieces of your mommy and daddy I scraped off when they were done. Yes, I stuck a meat thermometre in them to make sure they cooked right. Heh.

Now the fun starts. Inject the sedatives but just enough to numb you, you need to be awake for this. We're going to start sawing your limbs off. No, wait. Let's take pliers and pull out your fingernails first. Then sedate you. Wait, your teeth as well, then sedation. Now your limbs come off. Don't worry, you won't need them. I haven't figured out exactly what I'll do with the limbs but I'll let you know once I do. Now that we're all nice and limbless.... Hehehe, if the police bust in, I can say you're "unarmed". No, not funny? Since you're not using your tongue when you're supposed to..... there. I like the simple stuff, pliers, stick the tongue out, get a jagged knife, somewhat blunt but sharp enough to initially cut through.... shit, this is turning me on. Now there's an idea, maybe you need your tongue afterall, eh? It's still half on, anyway. Make sure you swallow, I hate wastage.

When I'm done, I'll just ship you off to Thailand and make you walk around markets selling tissue.

1.40 a.m. people, 1.40 a.m.

2010-03-23T10:29:00.000-07:00

Loco parents

Loco parentis

My new pair of Nike-s are named Pepper (singular name for the pair).

2010-01-25T07:15:00.000-08:00

I really don't know what I'm doing. It just seems like I'm going with the flow of events, moving from one piece of assignment to the next. Reading up on topics just to regurgitate it onto an A4 paper, to be submitted before almost every other Thursday before 12pm. If not that, then it's preparation for tutorials twice, sometimes three, times a week. This sounds a lot like complaining. That's cos it is. For the most part. Just the usual weak rants of a Law student sick of the strain but there's a little bit more. Weak rant+1. I'll get to that further down.

Look, I'm not saying Law School wasn't the way to go. I'm enjoying it, the information, the new perspective, the mind-sharpening and grammar-obliterating exercises. What the +1 that I'm looking for is the purpose. I can do with all the work but i need to know the purpose. It's not the money, I know a career in Law can get you some serious cash, and it's not the thrill, I know the adrenaline rush you get when you step in court (or at least moot court) or finding that elusive winning argument you've been looking for in a losing case, I'm sure that feels awesome. I talked to a guy, it was his second or third year working in a law firm (not including chambering), he went on about how dirty some clients can be and how equally dirty the lawyers representing them are but then in the last minute of the conversation he just manages to squeeze in the sentence "but we lawyers also do a lot of good".

Do they? I wanna do some good, really, if good was a chick i would do her all night long (not that i can last that long, but you're not taking this seriously anyway). I'm not saying I wanna save the world (though i would like to save the cheerleader), but having a law degree and practising should enable me to help someone out there, right? You know, make someone's life easier a bit. I haven't seen it yet. I hear about it on the radio, i read it in the newspapers, it is happening but it just seems surreal and distant, like it doesn't involve me. Back in Form 4 I had no idea why i was studying Physics, it was so pointless to me, i knew my future had nothing to do with Hooker's Law (it's Hooke's law, i think) or Flemming's left hand rule but whenever you ask someone, they'll just say "Just study now for your future, don't bother with why, just get an A".

I'd like to think there's something good for me to do out in the world but I don't see what it is. But maybe it's the weakness of Man to believe that he serves a higher purpose than his own desires. Just a little lost.

Okay, enough with the ranting, have to get back to Land assessed work due next week.

2010

2010-01-15T07:41:00.000-08:00

When I hit puberty back when I was younger, I was disappointed to find that my cracked voice did not sound like John Rzeznick from Goo Goo Dolls.

The White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland

2009-12-07T05:45:00.001-08:00

In Alice in Wonderland, Alice followed the White Rabbit into the rabbit hole which linked to Wonderland. An interpretation of White Rabbit is adulthood. Always late, always busy, grumpy and condescending to underlings, suck-up to the establishment.

......... Law students are white rabbits.

For an alternate view (how very Law textbook author of me), the White Rabbit is also knowledge or an idea. The White Rabbit woke Alice up from her daze at the riverbank, and throughout the book she searches for the White Rabbit like a quest for knowledge.

I don't update much anymore. This Friday I'm going to go watch Storm Warriors with the Law classmates.

Things are different in second year. Remember in A Levels Biology (I'm sure I'm getting this wrong.... hell, I'm doing Law) in creating a culture of micro-organisms for a vaccine or something you put the micro-organisms in a flask and put in all the nutrients they need, then transfer them into a petri dish and see if they can match up to the big evil bad-for-the-human-body bacteria or something. This is second year law. They give you a week, a textbook, a casebook, and a bible. Then they match you against two tutorials in a week and a non-assessed complete with replacement class or compulsory event. You should just DIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!! Then come back to life to finish your work. I don't even have time to read a newspaper, What happened with the GST?! I get four hours of sleep a day, i wake up at three in the morning..... Jia Sen more pro, all-nighter with latte in the morning.

I am running out of money here. For ambience and wi-fi (cos my home has crappy internet service) I have been frequenting Starbucks to study....... a lot. What is a lot? In one month, I have succeeded in obtaining the Starbucks 2010 planner. Yes. The one that requires you to either pay twenty bucks straight up or get eleven stamps on a 'wish it' card. The one that I have is the 2009 planner (2009 is running out and i need a new one, though the 2009 planner is leather bound and looks nicer and you won't get curry stains on it, but still i like the planner). How do you get a stamp? Buy a grande sized drink. What's the price of a grande sized drink? Before tax, one grande sized caramel macchiato is thirteen ringgit. What is thirteen ringgit times eleven? It's not your fault, you're doing Law, we have bad math skills. A hundred and fourty three ringgit..... i think......before tax. Elisa helped. Together, we have spent close to, if not exceeding, 150 ringgit in a month at Starbucks.

Now, if you are thinking to yourself "A question raised with regard to this issue is whether Ikram lacks common sense for not applying the principle of cost and worth and in a system of balance, find favour with expending twenty ringgit to acquire the property in personalty?". I would say that you have the makings of an equity judge. Let me honour that question with an equity judge-style answer.

"My learned colleague is of the view that the principle of cost and worth comes into play with regard to this issue. I regret to say that I am not of this view, judgment set out as below. [The facts of the case are read out], following the general principle set out in Teenage girl v Cleanser and Toner 2-in-1 sale Ltd, quoted from Lord Justice Blake Carrington;

".......the test to apply in such a situation is a three-pronged approach..... 1) Is the value.... of the property increased.... if so bought with the sales.... item? 2) Is the cost of the item in anyway less as compared to the original price of the..... item? 3) Was the..... calculation obtained from the.... two earlier tests done by person or persons outside the..... school of law as we are incapable of doing calculations....."

I consider the law on this matter to be well settled and it is of crude timing and inappropriate gesture to step on its well established principles. In such a situation as to the purchase of an item with a rather confusing discount option, the three pronged approach must be applied in such an instance. This is not the case. I shall have further chance in elaborating this in due time.

I shall now proceed to change the topic multiple times to confuse equity students as to what is going on with many references to trustees, beneficiaries, lack of formalities and more references to cases which doesn't really have anything to do with the matter at hand and just to let you know if you haven't figured it out already, the matter at hand has nothing to do with equity what-so-ever but this Court is still able to exercise its powers with regard to equity due to the Judicature Act which has, as Lord Denning and Diplock stated, fused the courts of two jurisdiction like susu pekat and milo in milo fuze, though there exists an alternate line of thought who think Denning and Diplock are senile and delusional. Now, back to my judgment.

The matter pertaining can be distinguished from the hallmark case of Teenage Girl v Cleanser and Toner 2-in-1 Sale Ltd by the facts of the case. The Defendant has somehow succeeded in distracting all of you into thinking this has been about the planner. I just said i wanted the wi-fi and ambience. If i want the wi-fi i need to buy a drink. I like caramel macchiato. Small sized caramel macchiato is twelve ringgit before tax. If i just add one ringgit, i can get a bigger sized serving and after eleven purchases, obtain a planner.

Lord Adiel Emir Ikram of Taylor's

I agree with the judgment of my learned brother and stress that I do not have anything more to add to his judgment."

Wah, i damn puas.

Elisa, I'm really happy being with you, I love you, Kins.

2009-11-04T04:42:00.000-08:00

One year anniversary with Elisa, woohoo!! One month celebration!

2009-10-17T08:17:00.000-07:00

I miss my gilrfren...... Elisa went to Australia for the weekend, leaving me behind... i feel lonely. I feel so lonely i resort to talking to Nicol on MSN messenger. This was the conversation.

Adiel Emir Ikram says:
nicol......finish equity tutorial edi?

cong says:
no

............. I miss my girlfren.....

I am so sleeepppyyyyyy............insert Sharon antennae movement

2009-10-12T08:03:00.000-07:00

Hey guys, i went to watch Sorority Row, Surrogates and Beyond Reasonable Doubt now in cinemas.

I liked Sorority Row best. Okay, I've gotta say, I watched the movie out of desperation, hadn't been to the cinema in weeks and was getting withdrawal syndrome, dragged Elisa to go see it. Had no hopes for it whatsoever, expected the suckiness level to be on par with House of Wax..... it was... okay. Now, i say this begrudgingly cos i was wrong about the movie. Sure, it was a typical slasher flick with no originality, cliche' right down to the 'oh my god i so did not expect that guy to be the killer (even when you so did)' and the' oh my god, the twist right at the end before the credits roll signifying that the nightmare continues (which was just lame)'. But it was still fun to see five hot chicks get killed one by one. It was therapeutical.

The premise of the movie started out just fine, okay yeah, sorority prank gone wrong resulting in the death of a 'beloved' sister and the best course of action would be to chuck her down an abandoned well and cover it up, i get it. When I was a kid, I broke my mom's vase, i buried it in the yard, so I can sympathise with the sorority sisters and the actions they took. Then, it gets stupid (if that wasn't stupid enough). A year later, at a grad party, the sisters involved in the murder and cover-up were being killed by some dude with a pimped-out tyre iron. By the way, i also buried starfruit seeds with the vase, i went through this phase when the onli fruit i ate was starfruit (it looked like Ultraman Joe's color timer).

Okay, the characters were the typical chicks you'd find in a slasher movie, you got your nerd, your leader of the pack and number one bitch, the follower of aforementioned number one bitch (asian to add variety), your troubled and slutty junkie-drunk, and your gooodie-goodie heroine. I liked the junkie-drunk and Asian chick. I had trouble believing the characters' decisions and personality for the later half of the movie. Take the nerd, she's spastic throughout the whole movie and in the last few minutes of the movie, she can handle a shotgun and saves the day? Spineless Asian chick who always needs her blondie friend around her somehow declines an offer to stick together and heads alone to switch off a broken jacuzzi with a flare gun. Weird. At least Blonde ambition with a mean streak stuck to her character the whole way. I liked the girls, they were snippy, sarcastic, mean. They had attitude, they were funny, you can tolerate the movie cos the girls are watchable (to me, anyway).

The most important part of a slasher flick, the defining moment of every character, has to be the kill scene. Disappointing. Okay yeah, Chugs the junkie-drunk and Blondie Jessica died in a fitting way, but the movie lacked two very important things, the stuff that made Friday the 13th and the Evil Dead legends, sex kills and gory deaths. You got five uber-ly (does anyone still use uber?) hot and meltingly schmelting girls and not one of them gets a nude kill? Not even the random passerby in the bathroom scene? You couldn't just let her towel drop to the floor as the killer stuck a tyre iron through her? You couldn't have killed the Asian chick when she was naked in the hot tub? Let me explain, sex kills do not necessarily mean a kill while engaging in sex, it could be a simple nude kill to excite the male viewership. C'mon man, give me something to get my heart beating for one reason, then flip it around and get it beating for another. Gory deaths are another matter, it takes skill, careful planning and execution so it doesn't end up looking too on purpose, like you're trying too hard. I'm just saying the deaths in the movie were too clean, too fast. It wasn't gruesome, it didn't make you cringe, you don't go home thinking if it were you getting that treatment, would it hurt as badly as it looked? You can't just kill them, you have to mutilate them. Try Saw. Or the Hills have Eyes.

The killer's motive. Dude, seriously. Too extreme. You just can't believe him. Dude, i would so not do what he did for the reason he did what he did. It was just so stupid. You couldn't come up with a better killer?

Watch the movie if you got some extra cash, RM11 isn't really a lot, the movie is good if you like the girls, just remember to turn your brain off at the entrance. It's also good for a few laughs and it's fun to get out of the cinema and talk like you're an expert on slasher flicks.

By the way, my mom found out about the vase several months later when we redid the yard. I got grounded. Sad.

I think Chugs is a cute nickname for a girl.

2009-10-07T09:11:00.000-07:00

School has started once again!! Sigh, based on what Mr H told us in Land Law it seems there will be much sadness to come. And struggle. And prayer. But no butterflies.

I feel kinda good for year 2. I've decided to pace myself. Everytime I start something new, I'll be burning through everything, getting excited over anything, finishing all the work I have, stopping at nothing. Then a month later, I run out of energy and everything feels so tedious. Let's see if I stick with this, hopefully a month from now, I won't run out of energy without ever having burn through anything.

Gave a presentation for Lexicon with the committee members today. Damn, nervous wei. Seriously. I thought it would be just like when we gave the presentation to the Jan-takes. Wrong! Firstly, Professor Austin-Jones sat in for the presentation. That means I could not woo them with my witty charm. I'm pretty sure none of them thought i was cute. Eh, Jan-takes, you all thought i was cute or not? Secondly, I didn't expect feedback. You know when you sit in for a presentation and you hear someone say "any questions?", you shift in your seat and pack your stuff cos that means the show's over (thank God for that, my butt feels numb) but not these guys. It's like they couldn't wait. I have a good feeling for Lexicon this year, we're getting a bunch of eager, excited, fresh and young minds ready to take the reigns of Editorship (Editorhood?) and all the other un-important posts in Lexicon (kidding, you guys do more work than I do, appreciate it a whole lot more than I let on). Can't wait for the next meeting, get to know the newbies and brainstorm on how to make the coming issue better. Yup.

Guys, erm, do I smile a lot? I know I laugh like I have 30 Rock glued in front of my eyes but do I smile a lot? If i do smile a lot, does it look fake? Does any of this bothers you? Maybe not. This was brought to my attention, recently.

Kampung doors at DEMC.

2009-10-01T06:04:00.000-07:00

Okay.

I am in a steady relationship with an incredible girl who is not only supportive but astute (which means if cheat on her, she'll sure find out....but i won't cheat on her so we'll never find out).

I go to Sushi Zanmai and not have the sushi. Any sushi i eat are of the blue plate-omelette variety because i dislike eating raw food. I wanna eat something else when i go there but i keep having the same chicken katsu curry, small (cos it's cheaper..... have to save up).

I like eating fast food. Duh. Damn obvious since I look like Danny DeVito. With better hair. Maybe lah, i dunno it's up to your preference but I'd like to think so.

I have two tubes of hair gel that i never use becos my hair always seems to drop back into the same side-part no matter how much gel i use...... and when i sweat, the gel drips down to my face and it gets sticky. Plus, i hate the smell of hair gel.

I'm okay at making friends ( i mean, i'm not socially retarded.... not anymore) but I'm very bad at keeping them.

I am scared of jungle bars.... i don't think it's called that. It's the thing that's made of metal bars connected like cubes stacked on top of each other. When i was in standard three, i saw a friend who climbed right to the top slipped and fell, this was from the top cube about five or six layers up, she fell, banged her head on the bars, and i think broke her arm when she hit the ground. I never climbed those since.

I can't wait till uni starts again cos:

1) I want the whole lunch at AC while doing tutorials cos last night i fell asleep reading *insert subject*........ okay, i lied. I just fell asleep, i didn't read anything.

2) I miss the Law-mates. I miss my BFFF. I miss Winston (what is Han Solo without Chewie). Justin D. Wong (suddenly sounds so cool, his name) dah takder.... Khiara pun..... but still the group dynamic is intact, i guess.

3) I'm getting new classmates. Can't wait to meet them officially.

4) I wanna ask Wei Guan where she buys the awesome looking nasi lemak..... drooling from the amount of sambal.

5) I want the good old days back. Yes, the good old days (you know the look I'm giving you right now).

6) I was mostly a second lower student in Year 1, I wanna get a second upper in Year 2. If not, Sara dah tak boleh percaya me anymore when i get confident.

7) I can't take much more of holidays, I've run out of movies to watch and things to do and people to meet up with.

People think I'm funny. Then they think I'm emo. Then they get tired of me.

I watched Zodiac last night and I think Leigh Allen did it. I didn't finish watching the Strangers cos it was too scary. I onli watched 20 minutes of it. I watched the Exorcist(the original one) all the way through as a kid. I love horror movies. Cute, psycho chicks turn me on. Possession turns me on. Physical and mental torture turns me on. I would like to know what goes on in the mind of a killer (not any of those manslaughter cases, true insane, lonely, disgusting killers). I wanna play Fatal Frame with friends. In the dark. With nachos. I don't know why people think secretaries are slutty and are the objects of desires but i agree with them. Somehow, they're just hot.

My favourite snacks are TicTacs and Rocky.

I find that life is fun but it's cold and empty at night and i hate spending it alone.

I don't break out in dance and song like i used to anymore.

I would like to own a gun.

I would like to use a gun.

Maybe I shouldn't own a gun.

How do they get the creamy part of the twiggy in the center? Does drinking red wine out of a hollow skull taste better than in a wine glass or is it just for effect?

I would like to own a hollow skull......... don't laugh. I have a gun.

I tend to lie to get me out of difficult positions.

I get more negative comments than positive comments which leads me to think people hate my blog, but somehow they keep coming back to post more negative comments. People don't have nice things to say about me but they keep reading this shit. I feel like Living Lohan.

I do not watch Living Lohan.

I hate Twilight and all of it's preteen madness but i am on team Jacob becos i like my men buff and un-pale with a cute smile. Edward Cullen is like a satay stick with gel. How does he get it to stay up? His hair.

I wish i could stop time without looking constipated.

I just wish i could stop time.

How many of you thought of Hiro Nakamura?

I wanna play Society.

The doors at DEMC are not kampung. Or yellow.

I'm sick, tired and hungry.

2009-08-23T09:06:00.000-07:00

I do like to find delight in other people's sufferings, it somehow takes my mind off of the shit going on in my life, makes me feel that I'm not so bad. However, there is no disasters or catastrophe on the news and no scandal on E! so I have to face my thoughts... my very depressing thoughts.

Next week, I kena balik kampung. Okay, some people don't mind that. I do, I hate it. Not only for the destination, Kampung Pulau Pandan in Seremban, Negeri Sembilan (which receives the lowest amount of rain in Malaysia) which is already bad enough, two hours in the CRV with my siblings fighting for legroom, the shit-filled roads and fields (cows and chickens), no movie package on the Astro, no water heater, very bad indoor plumbing, power cuts and muddy water in the bath tub. What turns me pale everytime my dad mentions the word kampung is the family.

Yes, the extended family, the uncles, aunts and cousin-mousins. Well, not really the people so much as the way I have to treat them. It's the smiles. You know, don't you? The smile that's so fake it makes you vomit blood. I have to feign interest in whatever shit is going on in their lives like I give a rat's ass about who got knocked up again or who lost their job for the upteenth time or how so and so got into a public university, wow!! or how so and so flunked out of said university, oh no!! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!! Okay, it's my fault really cause since I was a kid, all I was told was to jaga hati orang tua and be polite. Well, it's been ten fucking years and the orang tua still aren't dead yet and I'm fucking tired of keeping this up. When raya comes and everyone begs each other for forgiveness, that's two scoops of chocolate flavoured bullshit with crap sprinkles in a cup. Noone means it. Fine, you cry your eyes out and apologise but two weeks later, we're all at each other's throats, gossiping shamelessly. Why do I go along with it? Cos if you don't, tak dapat duit raya. And that's what raya is about.

I'm feeling down right now and noone can make me feel better.

BACK FROM PENANG!!!!

2009-08-05T05:52:00.000-07:00

Shucks man-s and oh my goshes to everyone out there.

I am back from Penang. Actually, I got back on Sunday but malas nak blog.... anyway, not like you knew i was gone. I can hear the "What?! He went to Penang?!"...... yeah, didn't tell you that. Sorry. PICTURES TO PROVE IT!!!

Penang bridge

Buildings in Penang still remain the same, love that about it. It's like stepping into a modern kampung.

I went on the 31st for a 3D2N stay in Georgetown. Stayed at Traders Hotel. The place is absolutely perfect. It's close to everywhere!!!..... which makes no sense so let me specify. It's close to everywhere that I want to go!!!.... which is better. I missed the Law Ball, going for this trip. Double-booked. Can't push the trip back longer since puasa is coming.... i wouldn't accomplish what I came to Penang to do AND THAT IS.........

1. Eat Penang food.

2. Buy cetak-rompak DVDs.

SUCCESS!! HUGE SUCCESS!! EvenifImanagedtowriteupapieceof legislaturebanningallKancils,motorcyclesandkenderaanberatandpushed itpassParliamentinto enforcementthiswouldstillbeabigger SUCCESS!!

1. Eat Penang food.

The food in Penang, awesome. Seriously. From the weekend in Penang, I have come up with a physically discriminatory theory. People who live in Penang or eat Penang food again and again, will be fa-... comel. My dad lived in Penang, until now still comel. I spent a weekend there (coupled with late night snacking and lack of exercise over a period of time) have become comel-er (lagi comel).Next time Shermaine goes back to her hometown, i want to see if she gets comel. Not that she's not comel. She is. I mean, she's comel in the real sense of the word comel, as in cute. I don't mean that she's fat. Cos she's not. And i just rendered my use-of-comel-to-imply-fat useless....

I ate at Kapitan restaurant, Line Clear restaurant and Bali Hai seafood restaurant.

Okay, Kapitan.

Dunno if you can read the white writing below the restaurant name, sorry for the quality, I'm a sucky photographer and this was taken by camera-phone, but it says, 'World Class Naan Bread and Briyani something'. Good enough for me.

Yeah it looks like any other cheese naan bread and tandoori chicken right? But the taste........ the fluffiness of the naan, it's so soft and fluffy it's like bunnies prancing around in your mouth, then you bite into them, chewing them up, skin tearing away from the muscles, blood pouring out between your teeth..... sorry. But really, it's so soft. And it's not the 'soft at first but halfway through like play dough'. I ordered two naans. When I got started on the second one, it was still so soft, okaylah not as soft as the first one but come on ppl, you know that regularly you order one naan then wait till you are halfway through to order your second one and then you have to wait a while before it comes and by then you drank already and you don't feel like eating it anymore then you tapau and keep it in the fridge overnight cos you don't want to waste but you know you are not gonna eat that naan tomorrow but here, just order both together.

The tandoori chicken was so... orgasmic. Yes. Look at that huge, red, tasty piece of meat that you just wanna put in your mouth and lick it all over, get a lot of saliva on it, roll it in your mouth, bite on it a little, just a little, suck out all that delicious juices packed away, suck on it, hard, keep it in your mouth, savour it, and.... swallow. But squeeze some lime on it, tastes better that way. The tandoori had so much taste in it. It was soft but not in a fluffy way, in a meaty way. So much meat. Anyway, the price was RM 7.50 for a cheese naan set (comes with naan bread and tandoori chicken with the regular sauces, toys sold separately). One naan should be enough, just one stop before unbuttoning your jeans. But I also ordered the briyani rice with chicken.

It was claypot briyani. Sampai-sampai masih panas, and panas the whole way. It was good. I mean, it wasn't the best briyani in the freakin world (we'll get back to that later), but it was decent. The rice was a bit dry but just add some kuah dhal and it'll be fine. It wasn't anything spectacular, I thought the restaurant that Iman, Diana and Shafiq took Elisa and I to had better briyani but it was good, i guess. The place is located in Lebuh Chulia, Georgetown. Just input it in to your Garmin.

2. Line Clear restaurant. This'll be good.

There, can you see it? The green sign that says Nasi Kandar Line Clear. That's it. The best freakin nasi kandar in the world. In what possibly could be the most freakin unsanitary restaurant in the world. It's in an alley between two shops. The sewers are just next to the roti station. Water drips from the zinc roof on to your head as you stand in line, the plates and mugs are left piled on the sink unwashed, attracting flies and vermin. But let me tell you, it's worth it. IT IS SOOO WORTH IT. Seriously. See, the thing is for me, I can't enjoy food in a place like that, and most people are the same. Of course there are people who don't mind it there, the restaurant owner opened up foldable tables and chairs along the alley and I saw quite a few people eating there. But if you can't stand it, just bungkus and bring it back to the hotel like I did. Now let me show you a picture of the nasi kandar they probably serve in palaces, the likes of which only kings are allowed to indulge in.

.................. Yes. Don't say something like 'You couldn't wait to eat it so you took a picture after it went through your digestive system or something?', no. This is it. I understand what you mean, though. But don't judge it till you had a taste. One spoonful of daging masak hitam and ayam masak merah with kuah campur on Briyani rice (You can choose between Briyani and plain), that's it. An explosion of spices in you mouth that creates a universe of tantalising tastes, leaving you weak in the knees, delirious and wanting more. Multiple orgasm. The meat was so, so, so, so soft. The daging masak hitam had no lemak whatsoever. Not one bit. Pure, unrated, uncensored meatage. I don't know if it was the kuah campur ( I asked the guy to add all the kuah in) or the rice itself that sent that wave of spices flowing into my mouth, grabbing at my tastebuds, fighting for my attention like a group of underaged teenagers with daddy issues. But it was good. Make sure to have something sweet to drink (though 7Up revive went well with the dish) cos the spices really gets you sweating and hot. It's not spicy like KFC Hot and Spicy or sambal you know, when you eat the nasi kandar, you don't taste it but five minutes later, you'll be downing icecubes like mad. If you're scared that you might get food poisoning, well, you might but a lot of places could cause that and I didn't get food poisoning if that makes you feel better.

3. Bali Hai seafood restaurant.

This was a last minute thing, Penang's an island so sure have fresh seafood at affordable prices but a lot of places that we checked were not halal. Finally we found this place on Gurney Drive that was halal so just popped in for a bite. Place was busy, Saturday night. I ordered:

Sharkfin soup as a starter. The amount of crabmeat was ridiculous, simply exorbitant. RM 25. I haven't had sharkfin soup since Kelana Jaya seafood restaurant closed down so....hehehe. Anyway, the crabmeat was just excessive (I'm allergic to crabmeat and prawn meat). Tried my best to keep from scratching myself to death but the dish left me with rashes and a slightly fatter lip.

Prawn salad with honeydew and mayo. The prawns were so good, so juicy, so fresh. Only to be expected lah. The portions were a little small for the price, don't judge based on the picture, I ate some already before snapping a pic. There was too much mayo in it, too. So much so, I had to wipe away the mayo before eating.

Kam Heong clams (lala...?) and deep-fried squid. I love deep-fried squid. Best squid dish in existence. I am quite new to clams, never liked it when I was younger, Elisa got me to try it again recently and it was kinda good, well, better than last time. I would say that the deep-fried squid was excellent, sedap giler babi nak mampus. But in the end it's just fried squid, how good can it get? It was very good yeah but it's a regular dish. The kam heong clams were so good. Didn't have a lot of it since I had a whole garoupa to myself. What interested me was that the waitress was so detailed. She asked me what kind of clams do I want, what size do I want the clams to be, how hard do I want the shells, all that. So precise. Is that usual?

Sweet sour chicken. Yeah, i know. I go to a seafood restaurant and order chicken? But i am allergic to crab and the more exotic sea creatures i do not care to try. It was just biasa jer.

I also ordered a steamed garoupa with soy sauce. Best dish I ordered. The cheeks, oh God. Overall, I was kinda hoping for more after two great meals at two great restaurants but the seafood place kinda let me down. It was good but nothing special. I thought Lala Chong in Subang was better (but the whole meal was RM150 (what made it expensive was the fish which was enough for three people or one Ikram), at Lala Chong it would cost an arm and a leg). I guess I just got my hopes up. But it was GOOD, just not exclusive to Penang.

Further disappointment (not really disappointed lah but just wished I had), I woke up late on check-out day, 11am, check-out at 12. Rushing to shower and pack my bags. Didn't have enough time to get rojak and laksa.......sniff. I'm going back next year or during December break to have laksa.

2. DVD cetak rompak. Buy original, see original.

Went to the bazaar at Golden Sands Beach resort in Batu Ferringhi, if you're staying at the Sri Sayang service apartments, it's about a ten-minute walk on foot, give or take. On Friday, there were no stalls sellling DVDs, at all. AT. ALL. On Saturday, went with not much hope, just to get souvenirs, but the first thing we saw after heading out of the parking lot, DVD stall. Unfortunately, earlier that evening I spent RM150 on seafood so not a lot of money left on DVD. I bought season 4 and 5 of Grey's anatomy, cos Elisa tengok so.... but I don't follow it, just to have a conversation piece with Elisa (I like Lexie, she's so cute, in an awkward and innocent way), i bought Brothers and Sisters, all available seasons and a couple of movies. Behind me, a little boy of about 11 years old wanted to buy Bruno but his older brother stopped him. I thought he was being considerate, then he said 'Yang tuh, kat rumah nanti boleh download'. Riiiiight (in a Doctor Evil kind of way).

Conclusion, It was a kick-ass trip. Didn't visit any of the historical monuments in Penang except maybe passing by the Wawasan Open University building. And that's how i like it. I don't care for culture (except maybe appreciating the architecture a little here and there), you wanna know a place, eat the food. Best trip ever.

Ppl can turn you down so politely

2009-07-20T07:27:00.000-07:00

When you say "up to September", does that include the whole month of September or just leading up to it?

You have bad taste lah.

2009-07-01T08:31:00.000-07:00

Conversation with Elisa (on MSN):

Me: Sayang.....

Elisa: Kenapa baby?

Me: I can't find Leighton Meester's sex tape..... so I'm sad.....

Elisa: Ahlaa kesian nyer.... belum keluar lagi kot, you have to wait a while for it.

Me: ..... But I want it NOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!!! .........

Elisa: Be patient baby, sabar itu separuh daripada iman.

Me: Even for a sextape?

Elisa: Iya, betul. Dahlah buat salah, at least you buat baik while you're at it.

Me: Oh.

Elisa: Giler deep tak i?

Me: Tak, actually.

Elisa: ............. Oh........................................ Okay.

You would have to be the only person I could ever have that conversation with.

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Lala (the icky, gross shelled thing, not the icky, gross fashion trend). I love you.

Indian food (both Northern and Southern). I love you.

Shifting the gear to neutral at traffic lights. I love you.

KL (seriously, I have never been there. I just saw Zouk for the first time last week). I love you.

Thai food. I love you.

NKVE, LDP, MEX, Penchala Link, Federal. I love you.

Couple seats in cinemas. I love you.

GSC signature and Cineleisure Platinum movie suites. I love you.

Changeling, Benjamin Button and all other movies of that variety. I love you

Camel. I love you both.

Floral patterned skirts go with a white sleeveless-tee and a grey belt. Studded heels and skinny jeans. Statement-tees and cardigans. I love you.

Girls find something in Topshop. Anything. I love you.

Sunway Pyramid and Midvalley Megamall. Pavillion and Gardens. I love you.

Making fun of foreign accents. I love you.

Hair ruffles and neck massages. I love you.

Post-paid account. I love you.

Entourage. I love you.

Indie music. Something other than rock or gangster rap. I love you.

Getting stoned off of A&W root beer and David Archuleta. I love you.

Pendants and allergies. I love you.

Flowers that don't grow in Malaysia. I love you.

Bitches and rants. I love you.

Deciding to where to eat taking longer than an hour. I love you.

No secrets, no lies (unless it is part of a surprise to benefit the other party, we always ruin each other's surprise). I love you.

Wicker Park. I love you.

Carbon monoxide poisoning. I love you.

Sleep deprivation. I love you.

Getting lost in Cyberjaya. I love you.

Lying in my lap as I drive you around. I love you.

Taking care of me when I'm sick. I love you.

Actually visiting a hospital (SJMC). I love you.

For being so cute. I love you.

For putting up with movies I like, like Team America and Eurotrip and I love you, man. I love you...... "there is no I in Team America".... funny.

For the future duplexes and mansions and Jonyah Bros. I love you.

For Megan Fox, Shia Le Beouf, Ean of the Hitz.fm morning crew and some other third guy that looks nerdy and not that tall that you really like. I love you.

For Isla Fisher, Haley Williams and Taylor Swift. I love you.

For the PS3 games, the unending comic books, Gundam, and not having a favourite car. I love you.

For always having some new Hollywood gossip to tell me, or some new economy plan some country is implementing, or political issues worth debating, or movie trivia as we're about to enter the cinema and after we leave and a few days after that still. I love you.

For recycling. I love you.

For the best freaking place to have steak. I love you so very much.

Escargot (didn't know it'd taste so bolehlah). I love you.

For chopping up my tremendous ego, slicing and dicing away. I love you.

For lazy afternoons on your couch watching Ellen Degeneres or Asian Food Channel or E! I love you.

For lazy afternoons on my couch watching movies on my laptop with chendol and rojak and junk food and snacks. I love you.

Making me feel like I'm visible without trying. I love you.

For Ikea curry puffs and ice-cream. For arguing about furniture and softness of matresses and functionality and cuteness of kitchens. I love you.

For silent treatments, point-provings, break-ups and make-ups. I love you.

For nasi goreng ayam tambah cili, ayam bagi peha. Kuay teow small satu, kasi pedas tak mau sayur. One snack plate, both original, both drumstick. With all of those orders, kasi coke satu. Extra ice. I love you.

Something to look forward to tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that. I love you.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, with some things that don't make sense, in my long-winded sentences, take took me awhile to type out cos i type slow, and i couldn't chat with you on MSN, I love you, Elisa.

Okay fine, I like Taylor Swift, so what? So does Sharon....

2009-06-25T08:58:00.000-07:00

Gaahh, kinda sick right now..... should I be worried? Met Atikah (just came back from England) a few days back and Sharon (just came back from Australia) earlier today...... swine flu.... should i samak myself now?

Okay, rant. Akaks bertudung shouldnt be allowed to drive. If you are an akak, and if you wear tudung, please just cut up your licences and take the bus from now on. You guys are way worse than abang-abang Spiky Super Saiya.

Abang-abang Spiky Super Saiya make a lot of noise on the road, flash you (the headlights, i mean) for no good reason, glare at you as they pass you on the road for going too slow on the middle lane (90 isn't slow, okay....), and then their passengers (cos they travel in packs, like wolves or hyenas or water buffalos or bitches (cos dogs also travel in packs, i think)) will give you the finger and shout words that mean female genital in several languages and slangs (kind of impressed with their vocabulary). More extreme abang Spiky Super Saiya will throw trash (used tissue paper or McDonald's burger containers, not their own kind) out the window, but never hair gel, it's a precious commodity. Then, they will speed off before you can retort with your own curses which mostly mean the male genital (cos when you retort, you have to use the opposite sex punya genital) like they have somewhere really important to be, or they have good reason to excuse their behaviour for example, happy hour at Coco Banana or half price at Billabong.

But still, they don't actually do anything that would affect your driving. Or at least, I don't fucking care that you are trying to impress your shorter-than-shorts (no, not Shorty McShort's Shorts.... which are actually long jeans) wearing chica with what you think is a display of awesome macho-ness the likes of which have only been seen in Fast and Furious. I should take a video next time and label it as 'Fat and fewh-lious (pronounced Phee-you-Lee-us)'. You're still tolerable. Quite amusing at times.

Akak bertudung, however, cannot be excused. Akak, why lah must you always never (see, i just used always and never back to back, so you know it's serious) give me way when i want to cut in to you lane. Okay, I get it, it's your right of way but should give me way lah kalau there is a bloody big space between you and the car in front, don't lah go accelerating!! Dah lah tuh, when you want to cut in to my lane, you just do it whenever you like, no need signal, no need wait at T-junction, and can still give me a scowl. Fuck you, and fuck your Kancils, Kelisas, and Wajas. Bitch, seriously, i want to kill you all. My father's generation stereotyped Indian lady drivers (but let's not get racist, wink) as the number one cause of traffic accidents but safe to say the title has changed hands somewhere between then and now. You are at the top of my list. Okay, second lah, right after Abang Rempit (pronounced Bapuk (i learnt the word from Neptune)). I mean, where the fuck do you need to be that you have to weave in and out of traffic like a madwoman, huh? What, late for your admin job, is it? Oh, and also fuck the cheap Baju Kurung you got from Jalan Masjid India (right? Jln Masjid India, right? The row in KL that sells the baju raya and stuff. Actually, they have quite nice fabric there oso.). And they always travel in pairs!! They're like the Agents from Matrix. Imagine Akak bertudung wearing sunnies going "Mr Anderson, we meet again.".

Yeah, Abang Rempit. I just want to run you over, reverse the car, run you over one more time, shift it back into Drive, and run you and your fucking Vespa over again. What the fuck is wrong with you? You think it's fucking cool to run a red light?

" Whoa, giler high, bro. Kalau main langgar jer, boleh rasa stoned habis wei".

It's not fucking cool, fucktards. Some of us do not want to risk jail for murder (have to see if it was an unlawful killing, first) (or at least manslaughter, have to see if got any defences) (which kind of reminds me, when I was watching Last House on the Left, the only thing i thought of as the credits rolled was the parents can bring up what defences huh, for the murders? Provocation? Diminished responsibility? Nvm). If i ran you over, you die. That's easy for you. I have to go to jail!!

Another thing, why must you keep your hair damn fucking long?! And what's with those clothes?!

"Fesyen ah, aper 'agi, bro. Nak gi ushar (usya? usha?) aweks cunted (pronounced choon-ted) lagi menawan dan menarik hati mesti ah nak kasi dressing sikit."

"Fuiyoo, mak I, dressing kata dia, bro tau speaking ah!!"

Dude, skin tight jeans from Topshop (I said Topshop, not Topman) is not fashion, at least not for guys. Skin tight leather jeans are even more out of the question. They even have this uniform of those checkered black and green shirts from Topman (different colour, sometimes), now we have Euro Trash Rempits (but i like Topman, they have nice shirts, don't blame the brand). Seriously 'bro', get a haircut, get a life and get a job!! (no, Mat Despatch doesn't count).

Transformers, robots in disguise!!

2009-06-24T06:17:00.000-07:00

Okay, got my results back for the final exams, and I am going to second year without a hitch, pass on first attempt as they say. Not elaborating on my results, buat malu saja. Go ask Debbie.

Went to watch several movies already. Drag me to Hell, last house on the left, Transformers.

Drag me to Hell was awesome. Yes, I use that word a lot for many movies, but I'm easily satisfied. Sam Raimi did a hell (yes, I said it) of a job on directing. The movie was different than other horror movies, it had lots of shots made out like action films, the movie was, at times, humorous, and the main character isn't exactly the typical sob story you sympathise with.

Okay, given that Sam Raimi directed Spiderman three times edi, you can tell that the feel is about the same for the visuals, the close-up effects, the little tweaks here and there. I have to say, I haven't seen him direct a horror movie since Army of Darkness. They're making a remake though.

The movie was damn funny, it was kinda like a new 'old' horror movie, you know? Like those ancient B-rate movies of the past with crappy effects and lame storyline. Nowadays, movies all have stellar effects that help raise the tension in the movie. Drag me to Hell doesn't try to make the effects real. The eye-popping scene in the garage, and the blood gushing out of Christine Brown's nose, it was so fake. It was like watching Scary Movie, without the parodies, with all the laughs. It stays true to Sam Raimi's horror/comedy genre.

The acting was bad. Seriously.

The protagonist, Alison Lohman as Christine Brown, was quite cute. She's not the girl who makes choices you agree with, she's not the courageous, self-sacrificing lead character. She makes very bad decisions which don't really sit well with you. She's a vegetarian but she killed her kitten, she lied many times in the movie in trying to save herself from the curse, she denied the old lady the extension just to get a promotion. Then on the other hand, she's fresh off the farm, trying to make a living for herself, she desperately seeks the approval of her boyfriend's parents, she keeps getting cheated by her workmate, you kinda kesian her jugak. Plus, what she did was justifiable, there was no reason to curse her. Anyway, the car park scene, when she said "I beat you, you old bitch!"..... it was the cutest thing ever.

Okay, last house on the left. The movie was okay, I suppose. Elisa liked it. I thought the story was kinda out-there. Okay, I hear you, "you can believe demons dragging people to Hell but not parents killing criminals who raped their kid?" but being put in the position of those being dragged to Hell, I would have reacted the same way, but not if someone raped my kid and left her to die, I suppose. Still, you can't believe half the stuff in the movie. One girl gets stabbed and she dies about a minute later, but another girl gets shot and she can swim across a lake in the rain while bleeding out in the water, crawls back to her house and passes out right on the patio. And survives. And can a microwave really blow your head up?

The parents and the kids acted badly, especially the dad, in my opinion. It's probably a first, but the antagonists acted better. I could so believe Krug as a dad and as a killer.

Transformers. I'm not gonna spoil anything. I'm asking anyone who reads this to leave a comment, I'm asking, who did you think was hotter, Alice or Mikaela? I thought Alice was so hot compared to Mikaela. Seriously, it was like comparing twin Asians (cos I have a thing for Asians. Also, girls with glasses and nice legs) wearing French maid outfits to Siamese twins (cos I don't have a thing for conjoined twins. Also, freakishly tall girls and double chins) wearing Indonesian maid outfits. Elisa thinks Mikaela was hotter. I think Megan Foxx looks kinda skanky, Elisa thinks Elizabeth Lucas looks slutty. Let me know. I want to win this argument.

Urgh, I want to watch season 5 of How I Met Your Mother so badly....

2009-06-16T05:27:00.000-07:00

Before reading, just a notice. After reading the post, if you think I need to elaborate, I can't.

It's fucking sad when you can't get angry. Not talking about not having the ability to get mad, I'm talking about when you're not allowed to, or when you'll lose out when you do get mad.

Not getting mad would mean putting up with the fucking bullshit that people spew out of their mouths every few minutes. I ask you, is it possible to not give me such crap? I'm not asking for much here, just don't fucking annoy me.

I can't get mad at anyone now cos I'll be on the losing end. Worse, I can't speak my mind. I'm just waiting for that moment when I won't need you anymore and that's it. Then I'll get to tear that fake plastic smile I got plastered on my face.

You know what I hate (a lot actually, but I'm talking about what I hate right now)? Unsubstantiated arguments. Why is that? Are you so afraid you'd lose to me? Worse, ridiculous arguments. You can just go fuck yourself. Then fuck a pig... no, fuck a dog. You should at least fuck your own species. Bitch.

The first comics I ever bought was Doraemon and Dragon Ball from Star Enterprise in TTDI. I was in kindergarten.

2009-06-11T08:02:00.000-07:00

Hey, so I went to Subang Jaya today. Went to college to take a picture for the roll call of Lexicon. Ended up with a pretty good picture of the group overall...... EXCEPT MY FACE CAN'T BE SEEN!! .... which is probably a good thing I suppose... sigh, woke up late today so had to take the picture after the moot meeting over. Only today did I realise that all the Head of Departments of Lexicon are on the moot team.... except me....

After the picture taking went to Elisa's place to pick her up and went to watch State of Play. She's not feeling too happy these days. Being the type to enjoy the tension that comes from studying Law, the lack of work or revision is having an adverse effect on her. Simply, she's bored so she's sad. Cheer up, SHP. I wuvs U.

Right, now that I have lost any street cred i had left (but possibly gaining some boyfriend points (ten points more and I win a stuffed teddy)), on to the movie. I enjoyed it. Russell Crowe has always been believable in the roles he play, this one's no different, but there were moments when I found his reactions to be inconsistent. Ben Affleck on the other hand, hrmmm..... a little lacking I suppose, to me anyway. Helen Mirren was cool. She didn't have many scenes but she really made me feel that i can percaya this character.

The movie got my heart pumping, you reach closer to the truth as the movie progresses, you see subtle changes to the characters, journalists really have to pay attention to details. Even something that doesn't seem of any importance can make or break a story. I don't know if that is really how investigative journalism works in real life, but if it is then damn, being a reporter is cooler than I thought. The movie has corporate conspiracy done the right way, not like the International, that was K-rap (not Korean rap, just.... crap.... C-rap doesn't sound as good, you know.....). It also highlighted how news is turning to just tabloid nonsense and how news in printed form is facing a crisis with technological advances.

I would say that you gotta watch the movie. It was good, in my opinion. Maureen would like it, I think.

Waiting on my bro to finish watching that movie with Aaron Eckhart and Catherine Zeta Jones, the romance movie where they're chefs and stuff. Kinda weird to see him watch a movie in the living room, biasa nyer he'd be studying his ass off, being the lifeless loser that he is. Wish him good luck for SPM. I bought a new PS3 game to play, Prototype. Should be some good. Solved the crisis of finishing Final Fantasy X. Though I still haven't finished playing inFamous. I'm booked for the month, then.

Getting tired of staying home after dark. Sad. Not getting enough time with -Kins.

Till next time. Oh, I'm going Tenji on Monday, kalau nak ikut ring me up. Nak celebrate Debbie's birthday.

Conversation with my mom (cos Elisa thinks I make her sound bimbo-tic in the Conversation with.... corner and does not want to partake):

Me, after watching a whole hour of Korean drama with my mother, Accidental Couple or something: You're still gonna watch the next show (not the next episode, the next show airing)?

Mother: Yeah, I follow the show.

Me: And you also follow the last show (Accidental Couple)?

Mother: Yeah.

Me: Tak penat ke?

Mother: I already watched three shows before you came in (and watched Accidental Couple).

Me: .........

My mom just spent five hours watching KBS World...... and when I left she was still watching it.

Mother: What? It's free. Kalau beli CD tuh dah 8 ringgit satu.

Right then, ciao.

How to kill a mootingbird

2009-06-10T09:01:00.000-07:00

I haven't blogged in the longest time..... well, not that anyone is reading anyway but still... it's cos Elisa's been my outlet for rants so the blog's lost it's function, as you can very well see if you compare the posts from A levels and now... Another problem is that I like to use pictures in my posts (when it's about an event or sumthing lah, an emo, drama rant don't have pictures). Still haven't gotten a camera or even a memory card for my phone so.... sigh.

Exams over. Not much t talk about. I suppose i passed all my exams, we'll see. Still owe Southern Indian food for lunch with Mr Lai (Criminal). I have a good feeling about the Contract paper, safe to say I'll be scoring the book prize this year. Yup. Damn right. This is sarcasm by the way.

Birthday dinner over. It was cool, I guess. A lot of people showed up, pretty much a good dinner with the lawmates. I'll be posting up pictures of the birthday dinner once I get the pics from Shermaine and Nick. I'll show you the awesome presents I got.

Lexicon almost over. Had a meeting with Ms Rajes. Supposed to be to present the final layout but she went through the thing beforehand and she had ideas..... lots of ideas. Overwhelming. Debbie, Nicol and Mr H was there, the meeting took two hours. There were still typos and grammar mistakes in articles (forgive my poor editting skills), she highlighted a damn lot. A bit sakit hati that I didn't notice those myself.

Man, did she have ideas. Changed a lot of what we had. She's very hands-on, Ms Rajes. The ideas were good, don't get me wrong. I never even considered doing half the things she asked Debbie to change, it gave us more space to work with, add more pictures, mess around with the layout, redesign the photojournal but the problem is.... our deadline's in a week and we thought it'd be pretty much over and done with at this stage...... another thing about Ms Rajes, that woman can praise. I tell you. Never in my life have I heard such praise for my meager skills. Well, i am working with a damn good team, seriously doubt the next team to take over to have such awesome people. Anyway, taking picture for roll call tomorrow. Driving all the way to Subang Jaya just to take a picture..... my petrol....... Should car-pool with someone for next year. Anyway, State of play, drag me to Hell and Blood: The last vampire coming out tomorrow, maybe I'll catch one..... have to be home before dinner though.

Leads me to my next topic. I came home at about 11.30 pm last Saturday (i think it was Saturday) which was an hour past my curfew. My Dad was on the couch waiting for me. He told me to sit down and started giving me the usual about what time this is and why are you back so late, why didn't you pick up the phone (battery died, I know, lame, right? Of all the times....). I usually just wait till he said his piece and give my rebuttal. The usual also, 11.30 isn't late, people my age stay out longer, blah blah controlling, blah blah not often I come back late blah blah.

But then my Dad started crying before I could present my case. Funny enough, i observed that when my Dad cries, his face turns red, thus making him look like donat coklat berinti strawberi. Not the donat bersalut coklat tetapi the donat which is totally coklat, like the one at Dunkin' Donuts (Doughnuts?). Anyway, he told me he was very disappointed, he can't rely on me anymore, not the same person, used to be such a good boy, never around, don't care about the people in this house anymore and so on and so forth. So you know what I did? I shut the hell up lah, father crying you just drop the case, you don't even settle.

So now in an attempt to redeem myself (or be stripped of certain privileges) i am now on an indefinite self-punishment course of action. I'm back at home by 8pm. 8-fucking-pm. In time for dinner. I now have to play the 'good boy' of yester-years which suffocates me like having a plastic bag stuffed down your throat.

Let me just tell you, I'm not that little boy anymore. I can't be that little boy anymore. I hate that little boy. How much do I hate that little boy, you ask?

I'd have him hung, drawn and quartered, get a bomoh to bring him back to life, stab him, oh I don't know, a hundred times with a jagged, rusted knife, bring him back again, shoot him with a gun that I got from Ms Sunitha, shoot myself so we'd both end up in Hell and I can watch him burn. I hate him so much I dedicated four lines depicting his deaths.

But still i suck it up and stay home though it kills me softly. I haven't gone out at night in days, now suffering withdrawal symptoms. You can only play so much of Final Fantasy X before you want to poke your eyes out with satay skewers..... and then continue playing Final Fantasy X cos it's a really good game. But the problem is I'm almost done with the game.....

A bigger problem, I miss being with her so much.

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You just went 'awwwww' didn't you?

Conversation with Elisa:

Me: Why did you get an iMac, huh?

Elisa: Oh, cos it matched the interior of my room.

Me: ......

Elisa: When I moved in to the house, i had to get new furniture for my room, I didn't even want a computer. But HP takder white ones and they don't make purple computers. Oh, but don't worry, I changed it to Windows.

Me: ......

Oh, and as to the title, you make her chair the Law Society and put her in charge of layouts and design for Lexicon.

Watch Sell Out! ($311 0u7!)!!

2009-05-18T19:30:00.000-07:00

I've watched a couple of movies lately (yes, i know it's exam time, but only one movie after one paper, need to destress), the one I find myself so eager to blog about is the one I least expected to watch.

Sell Out is a Malaysian movie (I'm sure a lot of readers are suddenly turned-off) but it's not of like a Malaysian movie. Or maybe I'm not watching enough Malaysian movies. No offense to the makers of such films like Zombi Kampung Pisang, Cuci, Cicakman and Selamat Pagi Cinta but I didn't find those movies at all enjoyable. Well, not to say not enjoyable, but fell below 'just okay'. Sell Out however gave me a very different reaction. The movie is about a TV host, Rafflesia Pong, who interviews local artists without much of a fanbase and a young man, Eric Tan, who invented the 8-in-1 SuperSoya Maker (by the end of the movie, he increased it to 10-in-1) which works so well it could last for years. They both work for a multi-national conglomerate named FONY (which I believe to be a Fake(phony) Sony reference) which only cares about making the big bucks. The movie title speaks for itself, they face pressures to give up their artistic integrity and sell out for money and fame.

I won't pretend to be some movie critic in the newspaper, I'll just tell you what I think. The movie is awesome. It has everything. It's quirky, funny, and thought-provoking.

The movie doesn't have much of a plot carrying on, basically revolving around the lives of these two people, once in a while inter-connecting. The beauty lies in that it is a Malaysian movie and it doesn't try to be anything else. It uses a lot of culture references from unethical business and medical practices, bad service from sales assistants and cashiers, the use of bomoh, phone calls from people who just don't get the message when you tell them it's the wrong number, kiss-ass yes mans and senile bosses who always think they are right. You'll get much laughs from the English language and accent which the characters use in the movie. The songs played throughout the movie is hilarious, playing on the situation, it's not like a Bollywood film where everything just stops and everyone just starts dancing, the story doesn't stop flowing. It's a weird movie in a good way, making unexpected and unconventional devices you would not find in a movie like a music video or a karaoke session.

I don't know if this was intended or maybe I'm just reading to much into it but the acting was really funny too. In a bad way. In Ong Eng Tock's death scene, the family who cried for him was so fake it's just too good. Only in Malaysia. Hannah Lo, playing the popular reality TV show host, the acting was so atrocious, the spat with Jerrica Lee (Rafflesia Pong) felt a bit painful to listen, like two aunties at the morning market trying to one-up each other with 'pro' English innuendos.

The bit with splitting Eric to two halves was cool, easier to show how we struggle and fight with the two aspects within ourselves.

The movie is a must-watch. Incredible waste not to. I think the movie is up for interpretation, it's so cool that way. I'm buying the DVD. Original. That's how good it is.

Forgetting Sara Lau

2009-05-14T08:38:00.000-07:00

Wanted to post yesterday but busy with studying tort. How did I spend the first day of being twenty? Woke up at 3 in the morning, went through the autumn term for tort. Left the house at 5.30, reached college at 6. Studied spring term till 8.30. Met up with Elisa and later Sara. Regurgitated what was studied till 11.00. Lunch with Elisa, Sara, Shermaine. 12 to 1, met up with the class, chat for a bit, cool nerves. Then the tort exam. Overall, I don't think it was too bad. Of course, it's Mr Harmahinder marking the paper so i could be very much mistaken. I realised that my question-spotting was spot-off. Fucking vicarious liability and defamation. Five years of defamation, what are the odds?! In the end, the plan of doing three cases and one essay went ka-blooey. One case and three essays instead. The problem was writing the answers. Three hours of writing..... and I haven't written anything in a long time (notes are now digitised).

Right, now to the main body of the post. Thanks people for wishing me happy birthday. I appreciate it. Wishing someone happy birthday is not an obligation. I'm not forcing you to wish me. If you feel like you want to, then by all means, please do. But don't feel like you have to. If I don't wanna wish you happy birthday then I won't. If you're saying it for the sake of saying it, then it's meaningless. Still, I'm sure all of you meant it, so thank you very much.

Elisa who counted down the minutes to midnight with me. So sweet, I love you, kins.

Some of you actually stayed up till 12 a.m. just to wish me happy birthday when you should be getting a good night's sleep in preparation for the tort exam. For that, thank you Cassandra, Khiara, Nicholas (who was 43 minutes late).

Thanks for the sms-es I got the whole day. Kaksya, Sara, Sharon who called but had to be cut short cos I was in the library then proceeded to send two sms-es, Sanjeve, Shermaine, Natasha and Dayang sent together in one sms which shows economic crisis does not get in the way of wishing people happy birthday *cough* *cheap* *cough*. I didn't reply not cos I was mad (Sara thought I was mad cos she sms-ed late or sumthing), I'm just cheap and not in the habit of replying sms-es.

Then the facebook wishes. I bet most of you didn't actually remember, the alert just popped up, didn't it? Doesn't matter, thanks anyway. Sorry didn't take time to reply each one by one. If I didn't have to prepare for my tort exam, I wouldn't have replied anyway. No lah, it was just too many to reply. Thank you, Mr Harmahinder, Eileen, Natalie (remember June kay? Photo sticker pun boleh lah but my girlfren cannot tengok), Mohamed, Ahmed, Zhen Qiang, Justin Dominic, Samuel, Atikah, Tanisa, Nick Chick, Nick Chew, Evelyn, Ching Shen (who commented two minutes before my birthday's over), and also to my akak-s, Akak WaiCheng, Akak Shaz, Akak Kristine, Akak Charine.......... and Abang Aizad and Abang Neptune?!!!??!!?! Bluergh, nak muntah aku. Hahahahah.

I even had Jan-takes who wished me happy birthday. Thanks Suet Mei for Facebook-ing and SherHann for blog comment. See, people, you gotta leave a comment, that's the way to go. Thank you ah, really. Let's get along when same class, kay?

Finally, there are the people who wished me today..... a bit slow like the development in Seven Pounds. Debbie, Justin Liew (I expected better from the both of you..... fallen below reasonable man standard. Joke.), Su Yen and Athirah.

Btw, Samuel, what the fuck are you doing in Australia anyway? You actually not studying there is it? Hah? You actually no degree one ah? All I ever hear is you buying comics, I wouldn't be surprised if I went to Sydney (you're in Sydney, right?) and you sell me tissue at a food court or sumthing. It's okay lah, since you have no friends right, read comics lah. Then after work, you go back to your cardboard house and pretend to play DotA. Loser. Oh, I wan Lucifer. Can or not? And can you record yourself doing your cacat-ed laugh or not, I miss that ah, almost forgot how it sounds like.

Dah, i need to go study contract. The issues to be dealt with in the fact pattern is not going to be written in McKendrick themselves. Ciao, from the two-decaded monkey, screaming louder than ever. Sing for me, Orpheus.

I was just about to call you, love.

2009-05-04T06:09:00.000-07:00

Went through the Jan-takes punya blogs. Sum of them had their birthdays earlier in the year. Got me thinking about my birthday coming up. May 13th. This year I turn 20.

What have I learnt from the past twenty (It's been that long) years of my life, how many pearls of wisdom have I gathered from the sea of knowledge, how many chapters have I written in my story (whoa, sudden flashback to Auron of Final Fantasy X, "This is your story..." I love that game).... Don't care. I wan present.

Joke. However, holding true to my list-making nature, I'll make a list of the things I would like for my birthday (noone get me these things, a lot of them are expensive, buang your duit saja).

1. Lucifer. No, not the real thing. Giler ke? I mean the spin-off title spawned from the Sandman series. I had collected the Sandman series but did not care for Lucifer much. In more recent times, as I read through volumes of Sandman, I come to realise I understood his feelings more, Lucifer I mean. Yeah, I get the whole bigger plan idea, the millenia of ruling Hell, the boredom, the chore, the tyranny of predestination. Packing up and shutting down Hell was totally an unprecendented act. In my younger days, I didn't get it. Why leave Hell, isn't that where you belong? But how can you say that is where you belong if you never left? In the first place, to have a place to belong would mean you can go anywhere in the world (or even underworld) and still have a place to come back to. I like the idea. I nak. There are eleven volumes, each cost RM 68 if you know where to look. Total price = RM 748. Right? My math dah teruk.

2. Bose Quiet Comfort 3. Simply put, headphones. They have noise-cancelling function, foam earpieces ear-cup shaped (so I can listen for hours without having my ears hurt from sticking in earphones unless you're using Shure), full stereo sound, and compact, foldable for easier carriage when commuting. If you watch me listening to myiPod, you can see how bad my Sennheiser PX200 is. Okay yeah, a lot of people will tell you it's too pricey for specs you can get in cheaper models like Panasonic noise-cancelling earphones. But it's comfortable as all hell, damn good sound. Though, I was thinking about the Sennheiser PXC 300... anyway, total price = RM 1350.
Yes. I know. Stuff it.

3. A new phone. My current phone is a hand-me-up from my younger brother. He has since changed two phones. Now using the iPhone (and has an iPod Touch, what the...) but not talking about the imbalance. My current phone has no memory card, I can't take pictures to put on the blog (I don't have a camera, and usually it's something spontaneous so I need something I carry around), several keys are spoilt including the menu and spacebar key. I have to type out my messages with the comma key as the space. If it's something formal like sms-ing Mr Harmahinder and I have to use the space key, I have to trying again and again just to get it. You know how hard that is to do while driving (not to say I did it cos you know, that's against the law. But a friend of mine tells me it's very difficult.... he borrowed my phone to sms.... yeah...)?! It has no internet connection..... the case is badly scratched, I can't get it to vibrate in silent mode, and it keeps mixing up my ring tones. Haihs. Anyway, I want the new Nokia N97 coming out in June. 5.0 MegaPixel camera, 150 grams in weight, html browser, slide-out keyboard and touch-screen, GPS maps available, video and audio player, Excel, Word and Powerpoint available, battery can last up to 6 hours of talk time. Bluetooth, WLAN, and USB port available. I don't know the price but with the N96 priced at RM 2k+, it ain't gonna be cheap.

4. Weight reducing pill. Seriously, I want. Get a whole year's supply.

5. PSP. Yes I have the PS3 and PS2 and XBox siap with RockBand 2 equipment but when I'm going to Reading I can't bring all those with me, I need something compact. There're some cool games coming which piqued my interest like Persona, the upcoming Final Fantasy fighting game, Kingdom Hearts all that lah. Not really important but just to let you know what I like. Oh, I'm not some nerd who's into all this electronic stuff, okay? My stuff is just way behind. Anyway, cheapest price I think you can find in KL, RM 600 - 700.

6. Tiramisu. I love Tiramisu. And those cakes with crust, love those. Yum. Tiramisu sedap giler kot. Loved them ever since I first heard of them in that episode of Gilmore Girls when Dean (Jared Padelecki) took Rory (Alexis Bledel) to a restaurant, the dessert served was Tiramisu and her words were, " I love this Tiramisu. If this date was going bad, this Tiramisu would save the entire evening."Tried it a little after. Awesome. Turns out, Tiramisu is French for food of the Gods. True story.

7. My grandfather's police hat. He served as a police until he retired. He had a picture of him standing in full uniform in front of what I believe to be his station. I liked his hat since I was a kid. Don't know what happened to it. The man didn't smile often, if at all, but when he laughed, it really felt warm and caring. What would he think of his grandson doing Law now. He always saw me reading comic books (Dragon Ball, Dragon Quest, Doraemon) and he would go to town, buy newspapers and hand me the kid's section, the one with all the tips on how to write karangan, proper grammar (now dah hancur), the high achievers in school getting a piece in the paper. I visited him in the hospital a couple of times when I was in Primary School. I didn't think he was that sick. I expected him to get better and when Raya came we would all gather around the yard, he would throw coins he collected over the year and we would try and get as many as we can, the family with the highest amount wins. No such luck. He died when I was in Standard 3. My one regret would be that I never memorised the takbir raya when he was alive. I never got to laung the takbir raya with him. I've gone off-topic, sorry. I tend to do that.

8. I wanna watch Gundam 00 the movie. It's coming out next year when I'm in Reading. Can't download it..... Sucks. Damn cool wei the fight scenes. Especially Lockon Stratos, both of them.

9. I wanna celebrate my birthday with my friends, family and classmates, you know, all of them, primary school, secondary school, PM 12, Law School including the Jan-takes (I don't blame you guys if you think I'm weird and somewhat stalker-ish especially with me going to your moots and asking you guys out for lunch, I just tak nak next year we'll be all clique-ey, Jan-takes sticking with Jan-takes, October cohort sticking with October cohort.....). Highly unlikely though. Most of them are overseas. My birthday is one day before the Tort paper. The first paper. I agree with Kristin's sentiment of having my mother giving birth to me at a much earlier or later date. My birthday always near exam time. Suck. Or you could have named me Jason Vorrheas. Cos my birthday is on May 13th. So, can be Friday the 13th. Jason's the guy with the hockey mask and the machete. Imagine the examiner going through my student ID..... oh yeah. Fine, I'm lame and nerdy. But I'm sure some of you think I'm cute.

10. Not really just for my birthday, I want to take a trip with my classmates. Many trips.

i. Genting Highlands (I like the theme park, okay......the roller coasters are fun.....)

ii. Singapore

iii. Two different beaches

iv. Cameron Highlands (I like strawberries and tea.....I'm like an aunty that way)

v. Bali (Impossible)

vi. Mt. Kinabalu (maybe we can take Mun Onn if he wants, he's been there before. It'll be awesome, we'll pack some stuff that we made in the morning and have a bonfire, roast marshmallows, tell horror stories, sing We Are The Champions (reference being made to the credits of Mighty Ducks 2) and sleep in cramped, uncomfortable tents to be picked off slowly by an unknown assailant carrying a machete, setting up traps or maybe a bunch of teenagers high on drugs, alcohol and violence ( Friday the 13th and Eden Lake).)

vii. Not really a trip but I'm thinking of a movie marathon. Action maybe, slasher flicks, or horror movies. See how.

I wanna crash at my Dad's place in Sarawak for a while after the exam. Elisa told me how Obama took a year off studies, rented an apartment in New York and just read. Of course I can't take a whole year but a couple of weeks would be nice.

11. Elisa.

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Well, that's all for now I guess. Oh.

12. Stuffed toy from Natalie.

13. RM 5 from Sharon.

Tradition.

I'm in my room, lying on the bed,
I'm looking up at the white ceiling, spider webs formed in the corners,
I'm thinking of moving objects, having conversations with myselves,
I'm hearing paper falling gently to the floor, the fan spins loudly,
I'm touching my sheets, grabbing them between my fingers, rubbing it,
I'm smelling last night's pizza on my table, tonight's curry drowns it out,
I'm tasting the air as it enters my mouth, cold and damp it chills my tongue,
People are over-rated.

Edit: I just realised that I had admitted to the world I watch Gilmore Girls. I would like to submit that my words were taken out of context. What I meant when I said Gilmore Girls was WWE Monday Night Raw Is War. Dean is actually Triple H taking The Rock(Rory) out to Wrestlemania in a hell in a cell match(dinner) where he hit him with a chair(eat Tiramisu). Just clearing the air on that matter.

Another matter, Hollie who undermines me everytime I try something like this, I know Tiramisu isn't food of the Gods..... it isn't even French. It's Italian. That means when you pronounce it, the mi in Tiramisu has to be stressed. tiraMIIIsu. Yeah. Okay.

Skinny chicks and Horror flicks.

2009-05-03T20:16:00.000-07:00

This is in relation to Sara's blog post and Sharon's text message.

Why do chubby girls not like skinny girls? Jealousy turns to hate? Skinny girls are beacons of hope, shining through the darkness (cos the fat girls blocked out the sun).

I refute the presumption of skinny girls not being huggable. They are very much huggable!! It's not painful.... anyway, I'll just copy my comment on Sara's blog..... I linked Sara's blog as Lyla, Stop Crying. I'm out of time if you want to read the main post( Oasis songs, cos her blog name's Champagne Supernova)(Incidentally, Mo's messenger's name is Champagne Supernova...... i didn't find out till after I bombarded him about the Vietnam photojournal)(Can't you ppl just put your names on Messenger?! What the fuck is up with those fucking nicknames ppl don't even call you?! Who thought up those shit nicknames for you anyway?! (No, not you Justin, you're fine) and while we're on the subject, why the hell do ppl still put those emo phrases after their name? Why? Tell me. No, really. Example, the world is beautiful and magnificent yet unappreciated like a towering pile of diamonds, thrown away like garbage. What the fcuk?! See, now I mispelled fuck. I meant fuck. F.U.C.K. Fuck. Not FCUK, Fuck. FCUK are those damn mahal pieces of clothing losers from, i dunno, Hartamas maybe, buy and put on to walk around looking like they know shit (no, not you Elisa, you're fine).... while the rest of us wait for warehouse clearance sales for Zara and Pull and Bear.... Oh, about that...later ah. Anyway, it's sodding dramatic bitches, you're not in secondary school anymore... stop putting those fucking emoticons and smileys and emo phrases like "I cannot love for I cannot have you...", urgh.....) Where was I...? Oh yeah, the comment. Below.

I don't dare to put my name cos Sara and Sharon would flay the meat from my bones.... But skinny girls are so melting!!! They walk and you can see the hips sharply turn, they have those perfectly shaped legs that never seem to end, they look good with or without clothes in any clothes they wear, they look hot in a guy's clothes, imagine if a chick wore your t shirt and it fit nicely..... they're more flexible too. Skinny girls are huggable too!!

Sharon wants to stab me when she gets back.

I'm not saying that chubs (short for chubby cos apparently it is a trend to shorten words and make acronyms like TMTH(initially thought to be Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.... i liked that show.... it means too much to handle, ROTFLOL, 411, vaca(vacation), a/s/l, l8r, and all kind of sms shorts....) aren't huggable, they are. Even more so. But skinny girls are huggable too.

Chubs have a special place in my heart, they are the girls that never worry about what they eat (so refreshing), their arms feel really nice to grab (like jell-o), they know the best places to eat, they are very jolly (hohoho), something about eating...... I'm an asshole. Just to be sure all of you understand, I am not attacking chubs here, I'm defending the skinny girls who strive so hard to achieve that size zero figure, who never had a french fry ever, who starve themselves and shall not know what it is like to be a D cup ( I would like to see a skinny girl with a D cup bra, show me), who will be blown away when a light breeze starts to blow. I don't get it lah, you girls are on the opposite sides of the spectrum. You should both hate the fit girls. The Jessica Albas and the Kristen Bells. Those are the really hot ones. They make you guys look like Kate Moss and Rosie O Donald. Who are both very, very hot. Really. Top class. All the way. Melting. Yum. Like Pocky and that unbranded jelly thing with different colours ppl always give out at birthday parties.

You may hate me but let me just say one thing........... i got nothin. Go ahead. Hate me.

I haven't been to see a good Asian horror movie for a while already. Partly becos Elisa takut tengok those movies, partly becos Law doesn't give me a lot of time to check out what's good, partly becos memang takder any good horror movies made in Asia recently. America pulak doing remakes of old slasher flicks ( Friday the 13th and My Bloody Valentine damn good) and remaking Asian films to suit their ppl.... failing miserably but good effort ( I liked the Uninvited, though).

Point, Sharon's having an Asian horror movie marathon down in Australia. She asked me what's good. I want to impart my limited knowledge and opinion on the matter. This was my comment to her, I put it on her blog.

Okay, I'm psyched. I haven't talked about asian horror films in a while, I might be a little outdated but it's always the classics which are the best. Alright, disclaimer here. I don't hold myself out to be a professional, these are all merely my opinion.

Okay, if you want to go for horror films, can't go wrong with;

1. One Missed Call. A plot that's a bit out there but still scares the shit out of you cos it could be you. Has the usual creepy scenes where the ghost just passes by the protagonist as she turns her head. There's also the full blown heart-attack scenes, up close and personal with the dead. There's also a sequel and a three-quel, adding to the story, second one is still not so bad, third's plot sucked ass but the death scenes rocked. Synopsis, ppl start dying mysteriously. The only thing linking all the victims together was receiving one last phonecall before their death and making one last phonecall... after their death. Giler scary tak?

2. Ju-On. Not to be watched for the plot. Totally empty on that one. They basically capitalised on the shock and dread factor. It's a pillow-grabbing movie. U know, when sumthing's about to happen, u grab a pillow close to ur face. To be watched first or second in the marathon maybe, just to get a good flow going. Also has sequel and prequel. The sequel just got weird with possessions, mind breaks, and slow deaths. Prequel actually had a plot. Synopsis, a house with a long history, ppl living in there seem to vanish, to appear again at odd times and places, dead. The movie is a compilation of shorts, each character having their own story.

3. Ringu. All time classic, up there with Dark Water. The American remakes sucked big time, ringu had a Blair Witch Project feel but with an actual ghost. Sadako was the original ghost that spawned the generic long-haired asian chick with the white night gown. Of course, these are oldies, officianados would appreciate them, first-timers have to give them a chance first, visuals are pretty weak seeing as it's an oldie. It's kind of famous, don't think I need to give a synopsis.

4. If you wanna go for gore instead of breathholding scare, you gotta check out these two movies. I think it was Suicide Circle or Suicide Club.
High School girls commit suicides together, young girls having their blood splattered across railway stations is always good. Audition. When I watched it the first time I thought, psycho chicks are hot. Seriously. I developed a taste for them. A widower holds an audition to find a new wife. No matter what, watch this movie. Another kind of slasher horror Asian style is Cure. The plot isn't all that engaging but it's how the scene is played out, the lights, the angle of the camera, the stuff going on in the background, incredible direction on the actual horror scenes. The story's about gruesome murders happening, the murderers have no recollection of what happened. The one thing tying all the murders together? An X mark carved into the victim's necks.

5. Movies with a twist make ppl go wow, right? These two movies are exactly what you need. A tale of two sisters and the Phone. Korean movies generally tend to have sucky endings and bad build up but these do not disappoint. A tale of two sisters is so awesome, that's not a build up... this movie is so good, it'll scar you for life, this movie is so good, u never wanna have twins, this movie is so good, even the American remake was good. Seriously. The Phone is a kinda okay movie. The scare factor is more towards the creepy kid going mental on her mom, and the twist is not to say believeable but it makes you feel good. Justice is served.

6. Shut- Wait for it - ter. Best. Thai. Horror. Movie. Ever. Legendary. American remake pales in comparison. If you do not watch this movie I swear we will cease to be friends, my friend-unless-she-doesn't-watch-Shutter.

7. This is one I haven't seen for myself. The Eye. Hong Kong movie. Apparently some good. All I know about it is that it's a Pang Brothers movie, and they make some good shit excluding Bangkok Dangerous.

Right, that's the ones I really would recommend you watch. I'll think up of summore stuff later on but consider the above the best, in my opinion.

Happy anniversary, Elisa!!.... Well, half anniversary.

2009-05-03T20:05:00.000-07:00

I gotta give it a proper title. This is big for me. It's been six months since I started dating Elisa. Today's our half year anniversary!!! Yeay!!! We hadn't gotten into an argument for over a month, lagi YEAY!!!

Like Meryl Streep in the Devil Wears Prada, "That's all."

Don't want to share too much.

Oh, Farhana's birthday is tomorrow if anyone who reads my blog knows her, wish her happy birthday. Esther's mom's birthday's coming up too on the 13th. Samuel's birthday's this month, right at the end, same day as both my sisters on the 25th, Justin Dominic's birthday also coming up soon on the 18th and Elisa's on the 28th. A lot of people I know..... no money for presents lah, just wish can ah?

Scoring the point after!!

2009-04-25T08:48:00.000-07:00

Elisa just passed me a photo of when we had indian food once. Not mamak you know, the banana leaf one. I never tried it before, and Elisa was surprised and could not let such an atrocity pass any longer. So she took me to Bangsar. This was many moons ago. The food was awesome. I wanted to take a good picture of the food we ate. I think it came out rather well. Take a look.

Oh, my, shucks. Delicious sampai mahu mati right then and there.

The amount is enough to make your jaw drop. Look at the rice!! It's like a mountain. Seriously, you don't notice it at first but about 45 minutes later you start to wonder why the rice doesn't seem to be lessening.

The sotong goreng!! You should know I love sotong goreng and that sotong goreng battered with masala i think, it tasted awesome as all hell.

The curry you see on the rice, the guy came over with these three large cans all with different curries inside, chicken, fish and mutton (no beef, Indian restaurant, mah), the fragrance, wow.

The also had this thing, umm, next to the bowl of chicken curry, I didn't know what it was, looked like McDonald's twisty fries. I asked Elisa and she told me to be adventurous, try it out. So I did. Tasted like McDonald's twisty fries. I liked it. A lot. Ate it sampai habis then took Elisa's portion cos she couldn't finish and finished that too. I asked her what it was again. Peria goreng. WHAT?! Tipu, man. Peria tastes like something that died, came back as a zombie, ate some more peria and died from it and was made into a dish. This peria, the one that taste like McDonald's twisty fries, was awesome.

But wait, there's more! Free papadam (correct spelling?)!

The restaurant is called Nirvana Maju located near Bangsar Village 2. My thoughts on the food are strictly according to my tastes, blah blah blah disclaimer.

Oh, about disclaimer!!! A guy sued a parking lot for stolen items in his car despite the parking lot having warnings and disclaimers. Now, this was in Malaysia so I don't know the law and it might not be so grand since I am studying English Law and you're not able to claim but he won. Wow. I nak sue parking lot for the parking ticket I lost .....err, stolen from me, boleh tak? Among the guy's stolen items was his Neil Diamond CD collection. The way I see it, the thief did you a favour, man.

Back to the restaurant. Just look at all that food, now if you're my mother, you're probably thinking, no wonder you have no money left!!! Ladies and gentlemen, let's play a game I like to call the Price is Correct!!!

Contestant Number 1, what do you say? How much?

Contestant Number 1: Err, RM 35?

EEEEEEKKKKKK (pronounced like a door creak, not a girlie scream), wrong answer.

Viewers at home, the price for all that food that tastes spectacularly incredible and oh so ever awesome and if u check and see the number of times i used the word 'awesome' you would realise how awesome this is is,........drumroll, please......

drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr (drumroll sound effect)

Around RM 20 sumthing..... for both Elisa and I. I emphasise, Elisa and I. See, the I is capitalled to stress on the word.

Anyone wanna go eat at the place that serves the best steak in town? Near Chin Wei's place.

FF 2. No, not Final Fantasy, Friends and Family, you nerds. Finally, a title that makes sense.

2009-04-25T06:42:00.000-07:00

People might get angry or sensitive about this post, maybe you agree, maybe you don't, but whatever your reaction to this, FUCK YOU, I don't give a shit, it's your choice to read this and if you get all snubbed and pissed you can go fuck your grandma for all I care, losers. Now....

I miss Natalie and Sharon....

They've gone away to Australia, my two best friends from secondary school, and I can say that these two are really, truly friends that I've kept, looking back at my secondary school years, through fault of my own, perhaps, but I guess I took them for granted when they were here, or at least, within the same time zone..... Yes, I'm slow to admit this, they've been gone for so long already but being the asshole that I am, I remember people when I need them...... I need you guys right now.

I look back in life, primary school, secondary school, college, I don't really keep in touch with them after that period, maybe I move on easily, maybe they've served their purpose, maybe absence makes the heart uncaring (I typed fond into Microsoft Word and looked up the antonym using the thesaurus).

Of course, primary school is a long time ago, who keeps in touch? The most is probably bumping into them after a while and just be pleasantly surprised at how much we've both changed, ask questions we don't really care to know the answer, "How've you been?", "What're you doing now?", "Have you been keeping in touch with anyone from back then?"..... and then the usual exchanging current phone numbers (012-932 0740, if anyone wants to know...) and the promise of doing lunches in the foreseeable future, but in the end, you never get any phone calls.... and you never make them either. I think the only one I remember up till now would be my bestest, best friend (okay, it's nerdy and stupid but who didn't have one?!) Izzudin.

Secondary school was horrible, looking back. I don't think anyone ever enjoys secondary school life. The hormones, the pretense, the cliques.... meh. Well, I was lucky enough to have Natalie and Sharon, don't get me wrong though, we always got into fights and if it was with Natalie I would very much get physically injured with her poking while Sharon and her heart-stabbing words left me emotionally injured..... but they were good friends, still are, and that's my point. If you can make friends in secondary school that you keep even after, then you're aces in my book. There are some really nice guys I know from secondary school that are awesome, like Sau Yip and Nick Chew, genuine nice guys who care about your feelings while some are pretentious, arrogant and don't take you seriously (but not taking me seriously is my fault, seeing as how I always made myself out to be the fool). Am I alienating myself here? Anyway, the crushes didn't help, four years going after Su Yen, though I didn't do anything, really (I was in secondary school, mana ada duit, dey!!) but still, embarassing lah. Then you leave secondary school and when you meet up, you realise how much they've changed, some start smoking (you know I really, really, really dont like smoking but I can stand smokers as long as you don't blow the bloody smoke right in my face, jackass, and you don't have to fucking smirk about it, douche bag (did I spell that right?)), some still drink their asses off and think clubbing is the coolest thing ever (grow up, clubbing is only cool when you're seventeen, when you reach my age, it's fucking lame and the music sucks... and when you're old enough to go in, you're too old for it). I can say that I don't miss most of them, and they won't care anyway. Most of my contacts on Messenger are my secondary schoolmates but I never chat with any of them (but then again, I'm never on Messenger, so again, my bad) and the same for them.

I have mixed feelings about college. I was damn emo (yeah, most of you grew out of your emo-ness when you were 15, I still haven't gotten over it) so that didn't bode well for my classmates. Again, I had a small number of friends and again, there were some genuine nice guys (well, less genuine this time around). Most of my lunches and time spent were with Dayang, Natasha and Suk Leng (Oh, she's from my primary school so that makes two people I remember) and yes, I don't keep in touch. Suk Leng tries though, seriously, but I yang malas, sorry Suki..... some guys were cool, fun having them around like Samuel and Koo, Samuel had to be the only person ever to share the comic book interest with me and for that, when I take over the world, you will be spared. Koo's a nice guy but he likes spoiling stuff for people, but still a nice guy.... yes, fine, I'll spare you too. Chin Wei's nice too, always smiling and laughing. Sorry, I accidentally smacked your breast that time you folded my sleeves. Reflex. Some things didn't sit well with me though. One thing extremely pissed me off. You get in a group, you talk, have a conversation, and then one person speaks Chinese and they all start speaking Chinese (I don't speak Chinese, swear words don't count), yes you, Chong Kuan among others. It's not like I didn't make a protest about it, but why invite someone to eat with you and then leave him out at the table? One and a half years and you still don't get the message, and it's not like it's separa English and Chinese like I do half English and half BM, and you know BM, you learnt it since kindergarten!! If someone gets the bright idea to comment in Chinese (okay, i know Chinese isn't a language, it's Mandarin but BM is Bahasa Melayu (yes, I know they changed it to Bahasa Malaysia, but noone really calls it Bahasa Malaysia becos Bahasa Melayu is for Melayu and Chinese is for Chinese) so I'll call it Chinese if I want to) i shall curse you, you shall never be able to speak proper English, you will not be able to pronounce the words with R, L and V in them. Say Louis Vuitton, I dare you. See, now I have gone off-track. That's why I didn't get along with Chong Kuan and the Chinese girl group. What? Don't look at me like that, there is ALWAYS a Chinese girl group, they're like the Asian version of the stereotypical Western cheerleaders. And I don't like Jun Horng. Though, the above could be all my fault.

I have two points to make.

i) I miss Natalia and Sharon. They are never online when I am. I even go on Messenger these days, just to see if you're online..... don't make me call you. I don't have credit for international calls.

ii) My Law School mates are awesome, I love them to bits, most of them. I'll miss Justin and Khiara when they leave. I'll think of Winston once in a while.

Words.

Me having dinner with my mother.

Me, in trying to make conversation: So, you going to work tomorrow?

Mother: Yes, of course. Why wouldn't I be? I still have to work.

Me, defending myself: Oh, I just thought since you're so busy with Yan (my hormonal younger sister.......biologically, my brother) these days, tak sempat nak go to the office (not trying to alienate the non-BM speaking ppl, this is just me talking to my mother, what you say to your mother is your damn business).

Mother: Yeah, well, you wouldn't know, balik malam buta. I've already gone to sleep.

Me, justifying my coming-home-lateness: Yalah, tapi balik pun dari college, gi library bukan main joli (that means to do things with no benefit, not to play with the mother of Brad Pitt's adopted children)!! Excuse me for trying to make conversation, you don't wanna talk, fine.

Mother: You're the son who cares about me least, Ikram (my mother does this thing when she says my name, it is intended to be serious).

I was thinking "okay, not too bad" since my mother has two sons and I am the one who cares less than the prodigal one so that means I'm the lesser of two.

Me: You only have two sons.

Mother: Oh, you're the child who cares about me the least.

Now, my mother has four children. So being the least caring one out of the two prodigals and the one who is in another continent, that would make me the least of the four. My care just dropped two places.

Ouch.

It's damn hot these days, i feel my body melekit macam gula-gula yang sudah masuk mulut kemudian keluar balik.

2009-04-20T06:39:00.000-07:00

Have you ever experienced this? You walk down the road, say, SS 15 area, you see a smashed up Coke can (don't know why ppl have the energy to smash the can underfoot but can't just pick it up and throw it in a garbage can somewhere), and you just have this urge to kick it. It happens without you noticing it, you might not have intended to kick it (layman understanding of intention), you just move, body tilted slightly forward, your pace quicken and you give a kick, not hard enough to send it flying, not hard enough for it to make a noise, just enough to make it move from that spot, just enough to hear the rattle as the Sprite can (now it's a Sprite can, I'm like Malaysia with the way it changes its' Members of Parliament) hits the pavement some four feet from you, just enough for you to derive some satisfaction of the completed task. Ever had this before?

There're always urges that control us. Food, bad habits, a pattern in our daily life, we can never escape from these urges, no, not truly, for these very urges, i dare say, define our very selves. What we see reflected in mirrors, through the eyes of those who watch us, the snapshots decorating the walls of your houses and homes, they show nothing, nothing more than mere vessels, a medium through which what matters, what really matters, express and exert their existence (try say that fast five times, express and exert their existence, express and exert their existence, express and ekhsblurt...... Doh!) and we can say, though you may challenge this for it is a mere opinion, a statement, that said expression could possibly be contended to be the main mode of communication between what many perceive to be our souls and just as many submit to be electrical impulses coursing through our brains, and the world beyond the one within us, within each of us, beyond the peace some of us find oh so ever comforting while some are forever at war, bearing arms against themselves.

It can be anything, a specific way of speech, a word used more fondly in conversation, a recurring reaction, anything. That's what makes up who we are. At least, I think so. Example?

Shermaine (yes, it's a list, you know i love lists): Shucks man, apa ni? Oh my gosh!

Nick: He'd start with a more formal tone when talking in or to public, jogs along the verbs and stops to stress on a particular word, even if the word isn't important, then goes right back on his jog and always ends his sentences in a lower tone.

Mr. Lai Mun Onn: In class, he'd put his hands together, like when you pray, your palms are together and the fingers are.... how to say, the fingers of the right hand goes to the space between the fingers of the left hand and it's enclosed, like the right hand is grabbing the left hand while the left hand is grabbing the right..... and his trademark 'shocked' reaction, both hands stretched out, right palm facing left, left palm facing right, shaking head vigourously while moving back.

Mr. Joseph Lai: He would stress on words, repeating them about three to four times before moving on.

Ms. Sunitha: "Justin (Liew), if I had a gun right now, I would shoot you."

Sara: "Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick!!!"

Sanjeve: When he doesn't know the answer and wants to stall for time, " Well, er, basically, uhm, how to say, erm..." puts one leg over the other, continues "basically, err, what the question wants..." by this time Ms. Sunitha would get tired of waiting and ask someone else. Genius, man. "Okay, man. Okay."

Well, basically something like that.

Compare the first, second and third paragraph. They are me. This is me.

Sound of music

2009-04-13T21:57:00.000-07:00

La, la, la.

Please sir, may I have some more?

2009-04-06T03:32:00.001-07:00

Adiel Emir Ikram. A liar, a swindler, and a cheat. He crossed the English Channel on foot, brought Japanese high school girls back from the dead and drank from the Milky Way. He died at the tender age of 90, while taking a stroll in Jennifer Park.

Nicholas Lai. If you take the first, third and fifth letters in his full name and convert it into numbers, you would be in possession of the co-ordinates to the lost, sunken city of Atlantis. You know this to be true.

Matthew Ong was a Lost Boy of Neverland. Became the youngest Member of Parliament in France. Committed the greatest theft the French would ever come to know back in '87 by stealing the clothes of every person in Paris. Arrested and tried for public nudity.

Ahmed Al-Rawahy was first seen wandering the streets of Mumbai as a child. He would grow up to be an inventor, achieving recognition for arguably his three greatest creations, the pile driver, the 2-in-1 toilet bowl-bidet, and the sex doll he based on his deaf, mute and blind wife praised as the perfect woman in Amsterdam.

Derren Kuan was born in 1908 and was renowned for her future sight. All of the predictions she made came true within a span of 70 years. The Asylum workers came to her in lines, begging in worship to know the winning lottery numbers. In 1998, scientists, doctors, philosophers, and family sliced her tongue open and dissected it, to further study her miraculous gift. She now lives with her current boyfriend in Long Beach with her two pet dodos, Placenta and Edward.

Justin Dominic Wong attempted to make history as the only person to ever make it through garbage-compaction alive. He succeeded on his third attempt.

Gion Darwis did it, in the dining room, with a tool.

Alistair Winston Robertson is but a dream. He is their dream. The dream of one, the dream of many. As they cease to dream, he ceases to be. So entertain, they said. Entertain so they may not tire of this dream and wake.

Justin Liew has yet to be convicted of any capital offenses, the reasons to which are still a mystery.

Endrick Liew. His real name, or the name he preferred to be called in THE OPERA HOUSE, if ever anyone called to him in THE OPERA HOUSE, for they are aware of the displeasure they summon with the calling of name to which Endrick Liew preferred to be called in THE OPERA HOUSE or some might even ponder and guess as to say would be his true name, was Erik. He died in a raging fire, his remains identifiable only by a mask, his mask, the mask... which he wore on occasion.

Mohamed N. Shariff. Some say he does not exist. Fools, the lot be. Fools be damned to the fires of Hell. Though it defies reason and logic he does, by God, he does exist. He exists under the beds of scared little children, he drags them under when they look under their beds, to satisfy their curiousity, to tear the flesh from their bones, to rip their organs from their fragile bodies, to consume their very souls from his pit of despair, under the beds of children, in the dead of night. Guardians, warn your wards to never look under the bed. Warn them, of Mohamed N. Shariff.

Sanjeve Prakasam. He made a deal with the Devil himself as a youth for a life of fame and fortune. Sanjeve, forever doomed to roam the lands, scouring it, scavenging for souls of sinful mortals as the minion of the Devil, his only hope, his only escape, a sacrifice. A sacrifice of five youthful virgins to cleanse his damned existence and end the unholy pact. He is now happily married with three kids. His wife is pregnant with twins.

Confessions of a shopaholic.

2009-03-23T05:47:00.000-07:00

Hi, my name is Adiel I. and I am.... a shopaholic.

Shopaholics Anonymous group: Hi, Adiel I.

Well, folks, i have reached a new low. I am pretty much penny-less. With reference to the above title, it's neither the movie nor the novel i am referring to, i'm talking about my expenditure.

Oct

RM 3500 in savings
RM 100 in phone credit
RM 150 allowance a week (RM 50 for petrol a week)
RM 100 for toll a month and a half

Now

RM 57 in savings
RM 0.18 in phone credit, SMS bonus: 60.
RM 150 allowance a week (RM 50 only suffices for four days instead of seven for petrol)
RM 100 for toll for about 3/4 of a month

Okay, typing this down was painful, especially imagining the people reading this going "oh my god...", but i gotta get this out to get working on it.

How did this happen?

Sandman. I lost my 'soft' copy of Sandman and started collecting it again. Sandman's a graphic novel, btw (a comic book for those who think dolls and action figures are the same). One volume costs RM 68, ten volumes in all notwithstanding the stand-alones which add another six and including eight Sandman Dream Theatre, total up to: RM 1632

Food. The RM 100 allowance was intended for only lunch and cheap to moderately priced food. It didn't include Tandoor dinners, or ThaiThai, or TGIF, or Apartment, or Tony Roma's, or insert expensive food place. A Tandoor dinner can cost up to RM 96.80..... a whole week's allowance in one night.

Petrol and toll. Back and forth between college and home. No stops in between, no patah-baliks. No trips to Midvalley, One Utama, Cineleisure, Pavillion. Actually, these two are the ones i care least about cause it can always work out. But still....

Movies. At least one movie a week. Some ppl i know haven't been to a cinema in months..... Cathay cineplex tickets priced at RM 10, RM 11 for the first weeks' screening, RM 40 for platinum suite, GSC RM 8, RM 7 at student price, RM 20 for GSC signature premiere class. RM 12 for Pavillion (can't remember if it's TGV or GSC). I've watched role models, changeling, curious case of Benjamin Button, Watchmen, Dragonball evolution (....shut up), the reader, seven pounds, Twilight, and i can't remember any more.....

Phone calls. Alright, i have to be delicate with this. Elisa call me a hell of a lot more than i call her and i am damn grateful for it, i tell you. However, the amount that i do call is already too much for me to handle, and i didn't include my house phone bill (RM 200, at least). We talk a lot on the phone and it's awesome. I have fun talking to her. Now here's the but... the calls last a flight from Malaysia to Vietnam, no bull.

I only realised that i needed to get my shit in order was when Debbie ajak ppl to go to the japanese buffet at Solaris tomorrow, and i couldn't afford it. RM 49.90 per head.

What really hurts is that my pay from the three months of hard-work at O'Briens that made work-life bearable is all gone. Three thousand five hundred ringgit reduced to fifty seven ringgit.

How to get through this.

No lunches in college or pack food from home.
No movies.
No Sandman.
Plan my routes to and from school and on dates very carefully.

I'm thinking of getting a job during weekends but Elisa was against this, and i agree that i probably can't balance out studies and work but the three months break after finals.... I planned on getting an attachment to a law firm, and they don't provide attachments for three months, so i was thinking maybe i split the time, after i'm done with my attachment, I'll get a job. I'll have to give up on any trips though, don't think i can afford it. What do you guys think?

I'm selling my Ipod. It's a fifth generation Ipod video in good condition (i use a cover and that sheet of plastic) so no calar-balar, plus you get my entire library of music ( i don't listen to Jamie Cullum, sorry).... we can work out a price. I'd rather the thing go to one of my friends and they'd already have my details so...

Safe to say I'm not getting the new Nokia N97 coming out in June. I'd sell my phone but it's a piece of crap that wouldn't fetch RM 250..... i tried. Not getting a camera either so no pictures on this blog for a while.

I'm starting wat i should have started ages ago. An expenditure log or whatever the fuck they call the thing you work out your expenditure with.

Shit lah, damn sakit hati wei. Having no money sucks... mah, i'll get through it.

Final say, thank God i don't have a credit card. Actually, thank my parents.

Today's quotes.

Conversation between Mr Lai and Sanjeve and Elisa.

Mr Lai: What happens to lawyers when they grow old?

Me cutting in: They become lecturers?

Elisa and Sanjeve laughs.

Mr Lai: Now you know the reason why I don't like you.

Later on....

Elisa: So, what does happen to a lawyer when they grow old?

Mr Lai: Oh, they lose their appeal.

Hehehe...

I wanna make love( Right na na na).... you won't understand.

2009-03-10T04:01:00.000-07:00

Grrraaaaagggghhhhh, i need another blog to rant about my life now that ppl now this one.... nak jaga hati orang tak boleh kasi marah-marah punya post. Nvm, haven't posted in a while, why? Cos i'm lazy but i am not willing to accept that so i shall make up an excuse... give me a minute.... there has just been too many stuff happening these days. Blogging is like boxing, if your opponent sets up a chain, you just dodge the hell out, you don't get a chance to strike, any blows will just be weak. Yeah, that's why.

Mr. Lai(Criminal) looks moody(-er) these days, not that i see him much, Criminal classes are over this semester, mah mah, cheer up!! Life is worth living again until the next tragic death or personal loss or fight with Elisa or those life-altering choices when you make a decision or supposed to ( Curious Case of Benjamin Button quote, "we are defined by our opportunities, even the ones we miss"), as Morpheus told his son, Orpheus when he lost his bride Eurydice to Death in Sandman, ".... so live.".

Oh, Sandra Bullock's character's name in Speed was Annie Porter.

My memory card for my phone's busted so several potential blog posts had to be scratched including Chin Wei's party(where i learnt three ppl mahjong, damn fun but still can never win), moots prep( i had Elisa and Shermaine, Maureen and Mohamed, Cass and Sanjeve, Eileen and Khiara all working for moots, the pictures were so nice....), and pictures of Elisa i took behind her back that she never saw..... cis. I can buy a new memory card( 100 ringgit for 1gb) but the pictures....

There were also birthdays!! Cass, Esther and Amethyst. The steamboat was awesome, have to go back there again, wei, seriously!! Elisa and I got Cassandra somethig from body shop, it's a bag with body polish, shower gel, body scrub and something all smelling like satsuma(oranges... i think). So if u're near Cassandra, go smell her and see.

Papua New Guinea doesn't have cannibals anymore, neither does West Papua, cannibalism has not been practiced there for over 50 years. Go check urself. Wait, they still have cannibals, maybe but the cannibals don't practice cannibalism anymore.

I had Indian food on banana leaf for the first time, Elisa hasn't passed me the photo i took but it's awesome, try Nirvana Maju at Bangsar Village 2, i'll elaborate on it once i get the pics but just know that i love it and sooooo will try it again soon.

Vietnam coming up in a couple of days. Cant wait for that. I wanna continue but i suddenly got busy, the jabs are raining down.... yeah.... busy.... bye. I'll continue later or tomorrow or next month..... movie updates next.

Insert irrelevant title

2009-02-17T23:26:00.000-08:00

You, what the fuck is wrong with you?
you're a waste of space, time and energy,
you make everyone around you miserable,
you suck and blow at the same time,
you're pathetic, a loser, a failure,
you, why are you still here?
you, do everyone a favour, kill yourself,
You make me sick just thinking of you,
you're not worth salvation,
you're not worth damnation,
you're not worth anything,
you're empty, shallow, spiteful,
you're arrogant, egotistical, proud,
you're scum, you're cum,
you're stepped-on bubblegum,
you're needy, whiny, childish,
you're menopausal, pregnant and pms-ing,
you're still alive, why?
you, because knife to skin hurts....

I HATE YOU

-Thoughts in front of a mirror-

Wicker Park

2009-02-03T06:04:00.000-08:00

I don't update my blog as often as i used to... when i moved to blogger.com i copied all my posts from my friendster blog and i gave it a read just now. How to say, i can't get a feel of this guy who wrote all those stuff to be me... err, do u get it? Let me rephrase that, apparently my sentences tend to be twisted and unnecessarily complicated or as Mr. Harmahinder puts it, "this can be simpler" with reference to my tort paper.

Ah yes, tort paper, today i got back two papers, case analysis for GPL and the tort mock exam, both scoring second upper, both so close to a first class(i needed half a mark for GPL) so i should be happy, i mean, my work paid off(got lucky more like), i scored the highest I ever did and i got some good feedback that i can build on from the lecturers... but.... I lost to soooo many people!! I think about six people got first class for tort, congratulations to them, i'm sure they worked harder or smarter than i did and let me make this clear, i'm not being jealous or spiteful that people scored higher, i'm frustrated that when Mr. Harmahinder called out the names of those who scored first class, i wasn't on it. I'm frustrated that i'm not in the same league as Sara or Nicol or Naima or Maureen and whoever else was on the list, i'm sorry i can't recall but that's because i don't have the photocopy memory that our tort lecturer admires so much. I don't hate that people are better than me, i hate that i'm not as good as they are. Maureen told me on the way to criminal tutorial that i'm good at this, at Law and it's not because of my marks, she said have faith, God will answer when you don't expect it and God WILL answer... but now for the flipside, i'm burnt out. Tired, in doubt, and lazy. I'm like a firecracker(Chinese New Year, make CNY reference lah), i burn bright, strong, i leave an impression, but i don't last long(no dirty jokes, please). It's like an engagement, you get happy "Oh my God, i'm getting married!!" but two months into the planning and everything, "Oh my God, i'm getting married!!"... i'm sure u can tell the difference between the two. So, this is all i have left(maybe), not passion for the course, not the sense of justice, definitely not the love for the lecturers. I hate losing, and i don't plan to. And to Sara and her post on the Chinese, viciousness is not exclusive to the Chinese(I'd rather not like to think that what viciousness i have comes from what little Chinese blood i have in me), Malays can be every bit as vicious. A bit racist but let's embrace our differences, shall we(flash politician smile)?

Where was i? Oh yeah, i can't totally see myself as that guy form way back when. I think he's funny though. I'm surprised i found that much time to write up those short stories, now there's no such thing. I don't swear as much anymore and personal attacks are at an all time low(maybe i should thank Elisa for that, she's like Atlas, bearing my sky of depression, melancholy, boredom and rage). But what's the point of this? Closure. Not like all the prior posts which sounds a lot like this one, talking about how much i hate... hate is a strong word... how much i really, really, really don't like that guy.... me. I can say that i've somewhat changed, and i'll take that with me and run for it. I don't have to bring it up. I don't have a problem with myself anymore. Now, i just have a problem with the rest of you. Joke. Why so serious?

Okay, something different. Izanagi and Izanami. They were deities that, between the two of them, had spawned several deities, islands, and the people who would become the nenek moyang of the Japanese people. Izanami, in giving birth to Kagutsuchi, the fire God, died being burned. Izanagi, stricken by grief, heads to the underworld to retrieve her. He reaches the underworld and searches, to find her in the darkness, herself obscured. Izanami refuses to return to the land of the living with Izanagi as she had eaten in the land of the dead and is now part of it. Izanagi would not hear for it, and stays with her. Izanami later falls asleep, and Izanagi lights his comb to make a torch to see his beloved spouse, and finds her rotting, maggot-devoured flesh lying asleep. Shocked and horrified, he runs, running all the way back to the land of the living. Izanami, indignant and shamed, chases after him to the barrier between the land of the living and the land of the dead. Izanagi, fearing for his life, grabs hold of a rock and blocks the entrance, with Izanami on the other side. In a fit of rage, Izanami swears that should Izanagi leaves her, she would kill a thousand of his children every day and in response, Izanagi swore to have a thousand and five hundred children a day. Seriously, messed up household.

Grilled something with soy sauce and wasabi

2009-02-01T03:51:00.000-08:00

Okay, a bit dated edi..... i realise i have this later-ism that Chin Wei blogs of, well proper English would be procrastination but who gives... Okay, what have I been doing as of late(due to later-ism "as of late" would be about a month now? Hmm, went out with my A levels mates once, went all the way to Mid Valley just to eat Tony Roma's but not a matter of where you eat, it's who you eat with.... Urm, not mistaken, Samuel, Koo, Dayang, Wern Li, Chia Yin and Mun Yee. Just basically talked bout stuff till Samuel said "House of M damn boring, wei! What's it about ah, actually?". Then, it got interesting. The man bought 12 volumes of Fables in one shot, to take to Australia, cos he can't survive without frens(comics are your frens) in Australia. Then, they came over to my place and played Rock Band, Natasha joined. Koo rocked the drums, maybe when i aim for high score, i'll ask him for help.... Meh, had fun. Then had mamak. Event over. Pics.

Look like a bunch of secondary school kids.

How nice, the group together.

I went on several dates with Elisa. Pics. Not many. When ur into it, u don't take notice and snap away, it's a concious effort to take pictures.

Bubba Gump Shrimp Co.'s shrimps're awesome but that's about it, i was more into the appetizers and desserts then the actual main course. Look at her face up there. Haihs....

I like this picture a lot, it's like she's not wearing anything behind the pillow. She's definitely going to kill me.... slowly..... painfully.

Well, not to divulge much info, let's just say, we went out so many times, mall-based restaurant workers know our faces edi. Well, i need to learn new places to take her. Not just malls... got suggestions or not? Well, most ppl i know are single so.... but i still appreciate the suggestions.

CNY. Seriously, on the days that i did not spend out of the house, totally wasted on Playstation. Onli went to the library twice. But rather than reading week, it was more like MidValley week, went there four times this week. Twice with Elisa, twice with Natalie and Sharon. Watched Bride Wars a second time with Elisa, Kate Hudson was funny, i tell you.

" You wanna play dirty? U don't think I can play dirty, i can play dirty, people. I went to Law School!"

I had dinner with her mom for the first time. On a later post, i'll expand on the experience of eating with your girlfriend's parents.... Apparently, I'm a Melayu celup(not really Malay-like).

Went karaoke-ing with Nat and Shar, much respect to Steve Tyler for being able to carry 'I don't wanna miss a thing' and apologies for destroying it in one karaoke session. In my defense, i had a very crazy, high-pitched accomplice. U know who u are. Nat's got the pictures so ask her.

Went out with Justin Liew, Cassandra, and Sanjeve at the Curve. Had pancakes and sushi, watched Bride Wars the first time round with them. Very fun. Have to do it again sum time. Pics.

Picture taking with Cassanjeve is just hillarious.

" Sanjeve, your eyes were closed. Take again." After 4 to 5 shots.... he had to forcefully open his eyes like Chris Tucker in Rush Hour to get the shot. Cassandra doesn't fall short in the humor.

"Cassandra, your eyes're closed. Take again. Your eyes are closed. Your eyes are closed. Open your eyes lah!"

"My eyes are open lah!!". Hahahaha.....sigh.

Okay, a little gay.

A bit distant with the family this week. Not worth mentioning.

Anyway, now back to my Contract tutorial.

I leave you with Pineapple express.

"We BFFFs now?"

"Best Fucking Friends Forever, man."

Legal skills presentation

2009-01-08T17:33:00.001-08:00

What part of me exactly reminds Garfield of High School Musical?

Hey, how've you been?

2008-12-28T04:06:00.000-08:00

It's been so long since my last update, i've been lazy. Too much to talk about, seriously. Holidays are killing my study mood, forced to study. Easily bored these days. Nyways, let's get some updates on some stuff in my life that has been happening.

Ladies and gentlemen, there comes a time in every person's life when life just rejects your plans. You can try to avoid it but like death, it comes to all of us. No matter where you go, what time it is, how much you've paid... it will reach you. Staring you in the face, after a shitty day and all you really want is to go home, but no!! It will not allow you!! Do you all know what I am talking about ppl? Yes, no, maybe? Lady in the back, are you following? That's right. I am talking about... saman. S.A.M.A.N(Semua Anak Malaysia Akan Nangis). Oh, 'twas not I who received the summons from Hell a.k.a MPSJ, not I but a young, naive, not-so-innocent-cos-she-used-yesterday's-parking-ticket-for-today girl by the sweet, sexy name of... Elisa!! Kah kah kah kah kah, Elisa kena saman. Okay, you're all thinking so wat, everybody pernah kena saman. But, this is her first saman, kena commemorate!! Remember the first time you kena saman(let me know in the comment box), for me, I got pulled over for not wearing seat belt while driving... the first time, you hadn't gotten used to the ways of the world(bribing the police). Let us all welcome Elisa to the world of the saman-ned(my England hancur). Here's some pics!!

I call this one, "Moment of realisation". She didn't notice it, dah masuk kereta and ready to go. First word, "SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!".

Here we go. RM 80.00, RM 40.00 if you pay it fast.

I even took a video of Elisa's walk of shame outside MPSJ but the format not supported, nanti lah convert.

I came across something interesting while reading the butir kesalahan, Natasha, please read carefully, it concerns you. Seriously. If you get a summons, read the last offense.

Above is Natasha's Kancil, Riley. Oooooh, Riley.

Code 22, Order 46(1)(e), I quote, 'meletakkan kenderaan buruk di tempat awam'. Fine, RM 500.00.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, how could you have not noticed this. Imagine if MPSJ ppl find your car, that'll be 500 ringgit gone from your wallet. It's a good thing as your friend I care enough to let you know, you could've lost RM 500 just by parking Riley in a public area. Phew. Thank goodness. I mean, with RM 500, you could buy two Rileys!! No need to thank me, just the knowledge that the god-awful car(if you can still call it that) is off the streets is thanks enough.

Next news, i am the proud owner of a Rock Band 2!!!!! Absolute coolness!!

The set comes with a guitar, drums, a microphone and volumes of bad-assery.

In America, experts have done research and have found that Rock Band 2 is the number one contributor to low grades!! Let your children know, do not let them fall to the disease that is Rock Band 2. Early symptoms are decrease in studies, aggresive, diva behaviour, and acute fashion disorder.

Okay, so i buy the rock band 2 for 950 bucks, carried it home, and find out my PS3's lens ruined from lack of playing, HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN?! Nvm, take it to the store, a week to replace to ruined lens, RM 330. Put it together in the living room and used my mom's Samsung surround-sound system but it doesn't gel with my ancient TV, so went out to buy a new 32 inch LCD TV, RM 1920. Cannot be bigger, won't fit in the TV cabinet. So, I'm broke for the month. Nyways, my family made a band. The Als(as in the Al from Aziz Al Rahim, my dad's name, we Malays don't have family names.....) will take on the Razaks anytime, baby. Lame.

And as usual, pics!!

Ziggy the drumset.

Camner, ada style ke? No, not really but.... no. Well, at least Kalina Ann hides the tummy quite well...

I always had a thing for rocker-chicks.

Anyway, ppls, come over lah, Rock Band's onli fun with lots of ppl!!! Let me know, yeah?

Oh, just to let you know something embarassing, my scores for Rock Band on vocals.

American woman - The Guess who = 74%
Drain you - Nirvana = 83%
Man in the box - Alice in chains = 54%

compare,

That's what you get - Paramore = 100%
Rebel girl - Bikini kill = 95%
New kid in school - The Donnas = 94%

How is it that my scores are higher with female lead songs......?

Ahn, ahn, ahn, tottemo daisuki, Doraemon.....

Last on the agenda, on Xmas, went out with Nat, Shar, Elisa and Yoshi. Damn nice, haven't hung out with Nat and Shar in a while, it was cool. Elisa met Nat and Shar for first time, i think it went well, no hair pulling, name-calling, bitchiness, or fights over who gets me. I appreciate it. Yoshi's a nice guy, more importantly, Yoshi's a guy. Haven't had too many of those lately, the Starbucks conversation was memorable. Gotta hang out with them more in the future(queue Back to the Future theme), I had fun. Elisa had fun. I think we all had fun. Shar belanja Haagen Dasz, of course i chose the creamiest, chocolatiest ones i could pick.

Haihs, the year is coming to an end, and in five months i am no longer a teenager, and i have exams in a week.... Okay, well lebih nyer i add later, nak kena study lest i risk death by Contract Law. Merry christmas( got 12 days mah) and happy new year.

How can I live without you?

2008-12-15T01:55:00.001-08:00

Curi from NatNat, the whole profile doesn't matter, just scroll down to the bottom in bold.

Your Brain Usage Profile:

Auditory : 62%
Visual : 37%
Left : 58%
Right : 41%

Ikram, you are mildly left-hemisphere dominant while showing a slight preference for auditory processing. This overall combination seems to indicate a well-working blend of logic and judgment and organization, with sufficient intuition, perception and creativity to balance that dominance.

You will at times experience conflict between how you feel and what you think which will generally be resolved in favor of what you think. You will find yourself interested in the practical applications of whatever material you have learned or whatever situation you face and will retain the ability to refine whatever knowledge you possess or aspects of whatever position you are in.

By and large, you will orient yourself toward intellectual activities and structure. Though not rigid, you will schedule yourself, plan, and focus on routine and continuity of operations, rather than on changes and disruptions

When changes or disruptions occur, you are likely to consider first how to ensure that such disruptions do The same balance is reflected in your sensory preference. You will tend to be reflective and measured in your interaction style. For the most part, you will be considered objective without being cold and goal-oriented while retaining the capacity to listen to others.

Preferentially you learn by listening and maintaining significant internal dialogues with yourself. Nevertheless, you have sufficient visualization capabilities to benefit from using graphs, charts, doodles, or even body movement to enhance your comprehension and memory.

To the extent that you are even implicitly aware of your hemispheric dominance and sensory style,

you will feel most comfortable in those arenas which emphasize verbal skills and logic. Teaching, law, and science are those that stand out among the professions, along with technical sales and management.

That's good to know. I can be good in technical sales.

Screaming monkey says: "You're beautiful...". What the hell? Damn dumb wei.

My last words will be: Dun chi, dun chi, dun chi, dun chi... (as in the generic beat i sumtimes do)

Just sum pictures....

2008-12-11T04:33:00.000-08:00

Sara baked me a chicken pie. Very nice. Notice the 'IKRAM HEART PIE'?

On a whim, felt like eating chicken pie so asked Sara to bake me one. Even had gravy.

I've been told I look like my Pak Da, ya ke?

My cousin Adam. Tembam.

Check out Adam in the yellow t-shirt. The older cousins taught him the peace sign and now every picture he does it.

Like I said, every picture.

Yeah, Nick takder this picture so.....

Ahem, umm yeah....

Merry Christmas, you filthy animals...gun shots, and a happay new year.

2008-11-20T11:55:00.000-08:00

"It is incumbent upon us lawyers not to just talk about the truth, but to actually seek it, to find it, to live it."

"What in us seeks truth? Our minds... or is it our hearts? The eyes of the law are human eyes, and until we can see each other as equals justice is never going to be evenhanded. It will only be a reflection of our own prejudices. So until that day, we have a duty under God to seek the truth, not with our minds where fear and hate turn commonality into prejudice, but with our hearts... but we don't know better."

Taken from A Time To Kill.

I watched this movie way back when i was a wee lad and was very impressed. Matthew McConaughey as Jake Tyler Brigance moved me with his emotional closing argument, a very descriptive closing argument that had such impact without having him raise his voice. A compelling story teller with all the right words, with such persuasive authority, the jury hanging on ever syllable that parts from his lips... at least I felt that way.

But that was as a boy watching a movie that was too long and complicated for me, as a law student i felt his closing argument went off on a tangent. It had little to do with the facts of the case... he was just playing on the conscience of the jury and played they were, so much so that it excused a man from the murder of two teenagers. That's why you seek the truth with your head, not with your heart... but we don't know better.

Something i found out recently. The truth does not equate to justice, even more so in law. From a conversation with a practicing criminal lawyer, I gathered that, as lawyers, we don't very much care about the truth, we care about fairness. One case where true, the man did commit rape but the police hadn't even read his rights during arrest, is that fair? What about future cases? The aims of criminal law, rehabilitation, deterrance and to punish. Was any satisfied in acquitting Carl Lee Hailey?

Oh, by the way, Mr Lai said that lawyers are the embodiments of Justice.

Actually, this is the embodiment of Justice.

Adiel Emir Ikram, very much the nerd.

Of radiohead and little sister.

2008-11-11T05:22:00.000-08:00

Okay, now i am embarassed at and for my previous post. Grand Theft Auto no longer necessary, though killing innocent bystanders in numerous of ways does release some tension.

Damnit woman, u're making me feel and that's scary as hell.

By the way, we need to find a better way to say bye. It feels incomplete, somehow. For ppl who talk to me on the phone or msn, they know i don't usually say bye. There's such finality in it. I feel it like a door slam, like the edge of a cliff, like the wobbly bridge in the playground that the smaller kids with lower centers of gravity jump up and down to throw you off balance, you just can't cross it. I'm making a big deal out of nothing, billions of ppl say bye in watever language they speak every day n they live. But i get anxious saying bye to you.

Well watever lah, ure probably not even reading this.... in which case i can say watever i want. Take it and go. Take it, and go. Takeitandgo. Dun-chi, dun-chi, dun-chi, dun-chi(with the fingers going in all directions and the hips shaking). I like you and i don't care who knows it.

I'll be needing Grand Theft Auto now.

2008-11-08T23:04:00.000-08:00

Like in a horror movie when the lady who needs a haircut n concealer shows up right in front of your face all of a sudden, u saw it coming a mile away but u still get scared.

Like a missile headed your way, u see it but u just can't run.

Like when ur grandad's in the hospital on life support and ur parents tell u it's gonna be okay, u believe them even though u know, u just know, he's not gonna make it.

In the end, she strangles you to death, missile explodes burning you black, the beeps turn into just one long beep.

I'm fine. Saw it coming.

I don't come with an owner's manual.

2008-11-07T05:28:00.000-08:00

Sharon's 24th october post on her emo-blog got me thinking bout wat kind of character am i? I sure as hell am not the lead in any show...... not the Lucas Scott or the Dan Humphrey or Grisham(you really need to onli know his last name) or Peter Petrelli with the shit load of powers. I'm not the interesting character that adds flavour to the show, the character ppl enjoy seeing on the show but don't tune it for him onli, like the ever delicious Chuck Bass, or the time-travelling Hiro Nakamura or Chuck(from Chuck)'s nerdy sidekick-like friend. I always thought and still think i'm strictly a supporting character or the one-arc character that's good for a couple of eps but then just disappears cos i'll get boring or the story moves on without me(Regina George of Gossip Girl and the slew of boyfrens Rachel from Friends had). I'm trying hard to achieve that balance so as to not shine too brightly and have my name in the opening credits but not flicker and fade away, not appearing next season. I'm weird that way but a lot of ppl could possibly relate to that. I want to be Mouth of Tree Hill or Serena's gay little brother or that 90210 dude with the porno maker dad..... most preferably the 90210 dude with the porno maker dad....... but wat happens when the plot requires the character to step up? Like, he gets a drug addiction that the cast finds out, or the lead actress falls for me, or those spin-off things happen.... That's not my place, my element, my zone, my thing. I don't know how to react to these situations, my whole life's been in a choir and all of a sudden, a spotlight shines down and i think it would be foreseeable that i would choke. Give me some time, give me some rehearsals, give me a good script, give me some great ppl to work with, give me a chance, I'll bag that Best Newcomer Award. It'll go nicely with all my little golden guys for Best Supporting Actor.

I've been told i'm hard to read. It's not a good thing, apparently. Here's some stuff that's nice to know.

1. If i'm quiet it doesn't mean there's anything wrong. I spend much time getting high, i need sum down-time. My jaw hurts from laughing so much.

2. If i am holding the strap of my sling bag, fiddling with it, that means i'm thinking bout sumthing but hesitating bout doing it or telling u.

3. I have a poker face which is good for lying. But bad news can easily be read on my face when u tell it to me.

4. If i am moving around in my seat in class, well, certain appendages grow when my mind builds red light districts in the clouds......

5. I have inferiority issues bout my siblings, so if i am in a bad mood, most likely i'm being compared to at home.

6. My anger is explosive, not continuous burnings. I tolerate up to a point and boom, as compared to saying no bit by bit.

7. If i'm lookingat you without saying anything, i'm not expecting anything from you. I'm contemplating what you said before, or am just curious as to how the light causes these little glitters in your eyes that adds to the list of attractive features you have. Again, i might be holding back on something but i never look to expect something from you, I'll just ask.

8. If i wanna hold your hand, i'll bump mine against yours a couple of times so you get the idea. I'm not just bumping you for fun.

9. I won't hold grudges. If i bring it up, it'll be bcos of a joke, but i never really care. So don't think i'm angry bout stuff that happened last week. Leave the past behind us, Hakuna matata.

10. I'm one of those ppl who think sacrificing their needs for other ppl makes them good ppl. So if i want the same things u want, mos likely u'll get it cos i think i'm such a god-damn saint that way.

11. I take forever in reaching a point, i beat bushes till the cows come home and slaughtered to make that burger u had at McDonald's. Just tell me to get to the point, i get it.

12. If i tell u i'm not busy, i actually am but i would rather be pre-occupied with you. If i tell u i'm busy i'm actually free but i still want to find out what i can do for you without sounding like i have no life.

13. I won't call anyone unless i need them. Or sum important issue which has to be addressed cums up..... *comes up. So i don't call up to chat for hours on nothingness, not regularly, no. There's a reason that i do.

14. I like to make stupid lists that noone really reads and cares and matters onli to me.

15. I like it when ppl comment on my blog but mostly ppl don't so i really appreciate the ones who do.

16. It takes time to get to know me. If u like me, stick around, you'll read me like an in-flight mag soon enough.

I will follow you~....

2008-11-04T05:28:00.000-08:00

One hour and forty seven minutes. U don't have to understand. Just know i have my retarded, crooked, spazz smile plastered on my face. Right-o, i need to study.

I know who you are. You're my friend. You're my brother.

2008-10-31T07:39:00.000-07:00

Okay hey apparently sum1 found my blog from scratch. Impressive, the address is kinda hard to figure out ya know. LawAsia is over for me. No more waking up at 4 to get to college by 6.45 to get to KLCC by 8 to get ready for events by 9 which start at 11 and getting home at 7. No more smiling fakely, talking pleasantly, wishing good morning to strangers, escorting them to restrooms, standing in halls while 45-minute speeches are dragged on to over an hour, being nice to strangers ...... now it's back down to just the distant family members again. Down side, no more dressing up in grown up clothes, back to little man clothes, no more tying ties, no more sleek, black coats, no more silky smooth white shirts ...... YEAH MAN, FIGHT THE SYSTEM!!! WHO'S A CORPORATE LEMMING( is lemming spelled with one m or two? )?! No more cam-whoring, not me lah, the girls obviously cos u know, as a man i do not cam-whore ....... much. Back to classes again. Dunno how to cope after a while of no classes, it's gonna be a bit of a hassle. Meh. I'm trying to come up with sumthing witty and funny but i am too tired and almost crashed into the barrier for falling asleep at the wheel this afternoon...... thrice....... tried turning the radio on real loud but take a bow by rihanna on full blast....... gurgh. Anyway the stuff Cass and Debbie warned almost happened, i almost crashed. But i lived. And live i shall.

Learned an important lesson on why we should not gamble. Or should we?

Sum stuff i listened to recently:

Institutionalized- Suicidal tendencies
Scotty doesn't know- Lustra (Damn old song, thanks Melvin)
Somebody loved / World spinning madly on - the Weepies
Psychosocial - Slipknot
Dark side of the moon - Pink Floyd
Drive-thru - N.E.R.D
Stay - Estrella
Tegami- Haikei juugo no kimi e - Angela Aki
Catharsis - Gazette

I agree wit Dayang on the whole Daughtry thing ( u can check out her blog from the petting zoo), it has gotten too ridiculous, man. Enough's enough. The band's got like, three songs on the radio and each is being played a gadjillion(made-up number, not real) times. I'd like to take it a step further. The airwaves are dominated by American Idol grads. Jordin Spark's one step at a time is being played just as many times as Daughtry songs. The latest products of the pop-producing factory, the double Davids are getting their fair share too. Then there's always the occasional Kelly Clarkson reminders..... It's getting boring listening to the same songs over and over again. Now, i am really fighting the urge to say, 'Seacrest, out.".

Sara, Winston and Elisa taught me 5 rules...... Ikram(my classmates are going with Ikram)-proof methods of scoring chicks.

1. Dye your hair black.
2.Don't do side parting anymore.
3. Don't talk so much, no breaking out into dance.
4. Use body language.
5. Use psychology against them.

Sigh.......

We're law students, yo!

2008-10-18T06:50:00.000-07:00

.......Shamelessly stealing Sharon's title. Noticed i have yet to post anything about Uni and it's already been two weeks since i started, gosh what have i been doing?! ...... Other than trying hard to keep ahead of classes ...... A levels has scarred me forever, like a tattoo. Not the cool devil wings on ur back but more like an embarassing one, ur ex-girlfren's name etched on ur biceps in an illegal tattoo parlor, on ur third date, in a drunken stupor. I think i'm paranoid but better to be miserable than sorry. Not taking a chance with Law.

Nyways, the classes are fun so far, not up to the crying at three in the morning trying to finish ur assignments level .... yet. That'll be next month, i think. For me. Goodness gracious me, I'm just so negative. The lecturers are great. A bit intimidated by Mr. Peace on Earth, a bit sleepy by Mr. Former Judge but that matters little. Oh yeah, anyone wanna discuss about the new Court of Appeals president with me? I need to get into the whole recent news thing.

My classmates are stellar, in fact they're inter-stellar. Tastiest stars in the universe. Guess which cereal? Such nice, diligent, hard-working, interesting, easy-to-get-along ppl. So nice. Hope i won't have to kill them when i fail my exams. It'd be a shame..... Joke. Really. Wish we'd hang out more on just regular terms, not classmate terms. Maybe that'll take a couple more weeks.

Well, just to let u know what i've been up to. Oh, and the whole respect women thing, tsk, it's getting hard. No, not that, dirty minded ppl. Such a fine collection Taylor's has for Autumn and eyes wander without the mind's consent, actus reus without mens rea (sums me up pretty well), holding it together well enough, haven't made any humiliating confessions of love at first sight, haven't used any of my lame pickup lines (Do u believe in love at first sight or should i walk by again?) and haven't hung out at the library, or rather right outside the library if u know wat i mean. Anybody can help me out with this? How do ppl handle these urges?

Meh. I need to get back to Ruxley electronics v. Forsyth, ciao.

Hang in there and good luck for exams, Natalie.

Edit: Sara's title, sorry.

What the hell?!

2008-10-06T05:50:00.000-07:00

Your Personality Style Description: Relationships play a key role in Adiel's life, he tends to be a very trusting individual, he enjoys making new friends and developing new relationships. He often finds himself involved in many things at once and loves social functions. Adiel enjoys encouraging those around him. People see him as a person who frequently inspires others.

Adiel will usually test ideas against proven standards in an effort to be inventive; and can be very creative as he identifies new solutions to problems. He is an original and creative thinker, but acts in a rational way to make sure desired results are achieved in an orderly manner; although he is not afraid to "break the mold" if that appears to be the key to a solution.

Adiel prefers to work through problems by analyzing things that worked in the past. He is willing to follow another person's lead if they display adequate ability and if Adiel has confidence in their ability. He is someone who is able to lead, if necessary; but usually prefers to wait and see if another person volunteers first.

Others see Adiel as a versatile person whom they rely upon to break up monotonous or routine situations. He tends to be individualistic, and may sometimes prefer to do things outside of the team. Adiel may even be perceived as "restless", since he tends to move quickly from one thing to the next.

What's this?! This isn't me ......... is it? IS IT?!

YOU. ARE. A. TOOOOYY!!!!!!!

2008-09-21T05:44:00.000-07:00

Whoooh, had an episode with my computer. Downloaded Tropic Thunder to find viruses bashing my computer like Sarah Jessica Parker's heel to perfume store window. Nyways, sent it to the Curve to get it fixed, turns out IT avenue's been shut down due to inability to meet the rent payment in 7 months........ so i had to lug the CPU back to my car at which point i remembered Cineleisure had this IT hyperstore so checked it out to see if it had a service counter to fix my first love. RM 50 worth in service charge well spent. Had to wait a couple of hours for them to fix the bugs so mozied on over to the cinema and watched........

Didn't expect much from the movie, didn't really had a hype to it but it turned out to be a keeper, a movie I'd recommend to all but the faint at heart but then still. The movie did have some unreasonable storytelling or rather, extreme ones like main man Milo's first kill and his little affair with fellow intern, the movie just went too deep, too fast for reality to keep up that you're left thinking, "How the hell could you go along with that?!", but the movie delivers on the gore and suspense, and the whole how'd-i-kill-em routine doesn't bore. I'd have to say my favourite part of the movie was this scene in a bar, where one of the possey backup ppl asked, "If you could kill anyone and get away with it, who'd you kill?". But well, the only reason i liked the scene was cos the lead character's answer was sumthing i had considered for a while. Though it does get u thinking, if u could get away with it, wouldn't u wanna? Just watch the movie, if not for everything else, just for the bleeding organs.

Next on the agenda, my perspective towards women. It needs to change. Seriously, the ppl who know me, will agree with this behind my back, no actually to my face cos it's a well-known fact that i am, drumroll pls ............ SHALLOW AS ALL HECK!! It's true, it's true. The one thing that has attracted me to women has always been their looks, onli their looks ....... well, sumtimes their conversation skills, but that dampens the effect of my revelation. There is more to a woman than her looks. I know it sounds damn obvious on screen but me, being the bastard that i am, never got that message. A woman's onli as good as her cup size, i thought. But, i kinda got called for it. Thanks Chi Foong for the idea but i managed to land a date with a customer of mine due to Chi Foong's line of "Well, if you don't have anyone to talk to, u can talk to me" bullshit. So she left me her number and i called her, set up a date and all that but i didn't even know her, i just thought she was damn hot. Turns out she was this bag of boredom that i couldn't stomach, okay that was harsh, she wasn't wat i was into. In the end, i promised to call her but didn't and ignored her calls ........... my mistake, i picked up once to a raging storm that Hurricane Katrina would be ashamed. Many, many high-pitched yells. She thought i was sweet to offer to talk but one date and i completely blew her off, turns out she doesn't have many frens....... She got stood up the day she walked into OBriens...... so i was kinda the rebound desperation act. She kept screaming and screaming....so i hung up. That was mean, i know, but i was freaking out...... I NEVER DATED!! The hell was i supposed to know?! I thought dates could be one of those laid-back deals but u know, on top of the awkwardness of getting to know the other person, listening to her uninteresting topics, trying not to look up her skirt on the escalator(it was damn short wei), going through the do's and don'ts, the hours of picking out the right outfit to wear, the pause between each sentence to think if wat you're going to say is a turn-off, and onli to find out u don't like her. Dating is a damn, fucked-up piece of shit activity. The worse part is, she's right. I didn't care wat she had to say, i onli cared how she looked. So, point is, I'm taking time off women. Get it all in perspective, in a way different than now.

Ain't that cute, but it's WROOONG!!!! (Two stupid dogs reference)

2008-09-04T02:39:00.000-07:00

Layer ONE : On the Outside
Name: Adiel Emir Ikram bin Aziz Al Rahim
Birth Date: 13 May 1989
Current Status: Unspoken for, unattached, single, nubile. Why?! ..... must be my shallowness.
Eye color: In the morning, red. At work, with black circles around, after getting home, white.
Hair Color: Ash..... With sum grey added here and there.
Righty or Lefty: Right as rain.
Zodiac Sign: Taurus.

Layer TWO : On the inside
Your Heritage: Malay, Chinese, Indian, Javanese, Pakistani.
Your Fears: Peeing my pants in a lingerie store full of women, raped, dying a slow, miserable, painful death worse than having your body slowly dissected while concious.
Your Weaknesses: No resistance women, food, expensive stuff, money. Procrastinates. Lies.
Your Perfect Pizza: Cheese, sambal ikan bilis, pepperoni, tandoori chicken, olives, shrimp, tuna, beef chunks, leeks, cannabis, tomato sauce, sausage, and yuppi gummi bears.

Layer THREE : Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Your thoughts first waking up: Where am I? ..... Joke, more like, how much sleep did i get.
Your Bedtime: 2 am onwards.
Your most missed memory: Singing ancient songs with Nat and Shar during PE in class, lepaking at ECA centre with Dayang, Suk Leng and Natasha, heading from class to class, dating Jessica Alba .... wait, that didn't happen. My bad. I could have sworn it happened.

Layer FOUR : Your Pick
Pepsi or Coke: Neither. I choose to rot my teeth the natural way. By not brushing. HAHAHAHA! But if i had to choose a beverage, try this, i made it at work. Sprite with a squeeze of lemon slice, if u want, add an eighth of red apple juice.
McDonald's or Burger King: Both and KFC, Carl Jr's and AnW.
Single or group dates: Never been on any, can't compare. PPL, i'm 19 and have never been on a date ONCE!!!! I'm gonna be the 40-year old virgin......
Adidas or Nike: NIKE all the way, i love my practical, functional, fashionable brown sneaks.
Lipton tea or Nestea: ......... U know this one. Lipton. Green.
Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla ice cream
Cappuccino or coffee: Latte. Which is basically a cappucino with more milk, less foam, right Chi Foong?

Layer FIVE : Do you
Smoke: God NO!!!
Curse: In the middle of the night with candles alight, chanting monotonous spells read from Satan's diary, while hammering a voodoo doll into a tree, no. Calling a customer a faggot for clicking his heels with a broken wrist and calling me a cutie pie, yes.

Layer SIX : In the Past Month
Drank alcohol: nope.
Gone to the mall: I work in one.
Been on stage: Yup. Went running around the one in The Curve while they were constructing it.
Eaten sushi: yes
Dyed your hair: No-lah. Done with it edi. Too god-damn expensive.

Layer SEVEN: Have You Ever?
Played a stripping game: With others? No.
Changed who you were to fit in: Yes, multiple times. Part of my lying persona.

Layer EIGHT
Age you're hoping to be married : Never, though i have to admit, i've been coming round to the idea of being a parent. But i still hate kids.

Layer NINE: In a Girl/Guy.
Best eye colour: Not important.
Best hair colour: Not important.
Short or long hair: Not important. Dude, ask sumthing of worth lah, like three sizes.

Layer TEN: What Were You Doing.
1 minute ago: This.
1 hour ago: Opening a BSN account for PTPTN.
4.5 hours ago: Reading a new volume of Iron Man.
1 month ago: Preparing to go to Korea.
1 year ago: AS..... fuck.

Layer ELEVEN : Finish The Sentence
I love: the idea of falling in love.
I feel: cold ...... what movie, what movie?
I hate: the medical profession now that i do not qualify. Even though it's my fault.
I hide: my pornos in my computer under the folder 'bio notes'.
I miss: time traveling.
I need: to pee.

Layer TWELVE: Tag Five People
Malaslah nak tag...nobody does this anyway.

Pictures of you, pictures of me.

2008-08-11T08:12:00.000-07:00

Hi. So yeah, i just synced my phone to transfer sum pics, ingatkan nak post to show u guys wat i've been eating for the past weeks.

This is pretty much my meal, an Adiel-Special Salad with ice lemon tea, sumtimes switch it up with Sprite with squeezed lemon(try it, damn nice). My iPod is a necessity, really love to just put my feet up, shut my eyes and listen to sum tunes.

This was today's lunch, Salad Bonanza(made the name up on the fly), basically additional meat-age today, shredded chicken, chicken crisps, hot honey chilli chicken and fish fillet arranged on all sides with aran-island dressed salad beneath, sprinkled with parmesan cheese and some croutons for crunchiness. Earl Grey tea mixed with strawberry and lemon for drinks, gotten tired of ice-blended Cappucino.

Getting extra hands at work recently, these bastards are taking up my work hours, so i am forced to reduce my work hours to 11 hours a day, max. I need money, ppl. If u go to a restaurant and order, don't be a bitch and refuse to pay the service tax, they're doing their best-lah.

Okay, next. Plans can really fall to pieces easily. Dah nak plan go out with sum frens to Pavillion, but lack of preparation on my side buatkan ppl tak dapat datang. So i kena gi sorang. Owh well.

My first time to Pavillion, i swear like goat entering a ______( english term for kandang). Jakun habis. Thanks to Dayang's instructions via sms and lots of friendly passerbys, let's not mention the less than friendly ones(sum Chinese swearwords can really hurt u if u know wat it means), i made it in about half an hour from departure. Damn cool wei. they like, separate these two buildings and got like, bridges that connect one to another and it's really hot in between the buildings but really cool in the buildings, so real-time environment change. Yeah.

Lonely Soulja Boy.

Sniff... me by my lonesome, ambik gambar in the restrooms(spacious as Hell, bigger than my room!! Serious!!). Not like kalau Suk Leng, Natasha and Dayang ikut pun bleh ambik gambar cos they're girls and go to womens' restrooms, so i have to wait till takder orang and sneak in baru boleh. Not worth the jailtime. On a side note, i can finally fit into the S-sized Pdi polo shirt i bought late last year or early this year. Refer to my lunch above.

So I had free time and not much to do, i went to watch The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor. Not much to say about it, B-rate at best. Some characters weren't believeable, plot had holes in 'em. Shih Huang Ti was about as bad-ass as the history lessons in secondary school. Well, the second one had already sucked pretty badly. It's a fine movie to just pass the time, not worth 12 bucks to watch.

Point of going out. So check it, yeah. I was sick the other day and went to a clinic, there, these two women were having this conversation about how nice this bakery tepi J.Co. was, so it kinda picqued my interest. Hence, to Pavillion!!!........... Fine, fine, i know it's a bodoh reason to go all the way to Pavillion as the taxi driver who drove me home from Kelana Jaya train station pointed out but i needed the whole whim thing, u know. Fuck the details, let's go sumwhere new and try something new. As my secondary school frens know, i usually stick to the Taman tun and Mutiara Damansara area. Anyway, the Food Republic there was awesome!!!!! I wanna try everything there!!!! The whole floor was onli for food!!! Paradise for the starved!!! The bakery was nice, should have taken pictures of the stuff i bought(but i ate it all while walking, the baked goods never reached home), quite cheap also. Puasa is in September, so maybe this Sunday ke bila-bila I'm going on a food hunt in Pavillion, cos i need to stock up my fat for Ramadhan.

Bought J.Co. for the fam. Serious, dunno wat the big deal is. They had this long, winding line all the way outside the store, ppl all queueing to buy donuts. Since i have banned donuts from my temple(body), didn't really felt worth buying, but u know, my sis loves donuts and my brother eats. Ten minutes back at home, gone like the proverbial wind. Meh.

Okay now the bad news, i have some lessons to bequeath onto u youngins. DO NOT go clubbing anywhere near your home. Example, a hypothetical 19 year old finds his A levels results less than satisfactory and needs a night out. Just wanna drown out the lectures with music and get to know some fine(hot), cultured(slutty) women(....single women). Empties out a beer can cos, say for certain sircumstances he/she can't drink...... let's go with liver failure. Yeah, can't drink due to liver failure. Anyway, makes up this whole bullshit about being a recovering smoker(not smoking due to the problematic relationship killing), and working for Elle magazine. Dunno why Elle, just out of nowhere. So these two Chinese girls, they layan him, maybe for kicks, maybe it was just his imagination, maybe they really were just interested. And his sister taps him on the shoulder. The sister who went out on a dinner date at Tony Roma's(apparently) and went to check out oh, let's say, Sanctuary. So said hypothetical, example of a 19 year old, is as they say, BUSTED. Thank God, mummy and Daddy went to bed edi(He/she checked before sneaking out). March your ass straight back home, little man!! So, now his relationship with his disappointed sister is strained.

So much for clubbing experience. Thanks for the head's up on Sanctuary, Elaine. Damn scared they check my ID,"What's this? Ur underaged,boy!!". Then proceed to smack me with metal bars and fling me out of the club without my wallet. Thank God they didn't.

Who turned off the lights?

2008-08-10T05:36:00.000-07:00

Results for A levels out today, wat a mess. My future just imploded in on me. Gone. No hopes of doing medicine. My expectations had, to put it lightly, NOT been met. So I is sedih. Back to biting, chewing and clawing my left arm out. I do it under stress. Dear parents have given up on me. Whatever course I put my mind to will be denied i think, due to the fact that i'm dumb. Just had a session/career talk with my parents. Not too well.

Sharon, i need comforting.

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I want a choco-banana parfait. And a strawberry milkshake. Cornflakes too. With milk.

Put a bullet in my head.

2008-07-30T07:57:00.000-07:00

I forgot to write about this. It was damn awesome, point of euphoria. U know back in the day, waktu my old blog was up and running, i had all these posts on murderous intent, with bits of perversion, gore and dry humour? It all came rushing back to me that one day, the other day. I was just working, no customers. Then, came this one family, weird kay, the whole family was Chinese and one Mat Salleh girl. She was shy, her gaze averted mine, well, mine wasn't so much of a gaze as it was a stare. A gawk. An ogle? She was damn cute, not the regular, slim cute, no. She was rather boyish, wearing a red t-shirt and shorts, but her contrasting facial features were tremendous. Her eyes were soft( sum ppl may know, i'm a sucker for the soft eyed), she had these pink cheeks and her lips parted just to show a hint of two white teeth. Her blonde hair was shoulder-lengthed, and she would play with it at times. Oh, yum. Maybe she noticed how i felt about her, she was cautious about me, not talking when looking at me, my inability to blink contributed much to that, i suppose. Her mother ordered on her behalf, she was standing behind her, and onli stepped forward to add that she wanted egg mayonaisse on the sandwich as well, with a small smile while making the request, a smile that was extinguish as she looked up at my cavernous eyes. God lah, wat is wrong with me. Oh, btw, she was 13 or 14 like that. I couldn't make out all that she said, i was trying hard not to drool all over the cutting board, all I could think about was deciding whether to sever her head with a handsaw and mount it, while keeping the body for 'exercise', and then possibly roast it and enjoy her meat, cooked well done, maybe even raw, or to just rip out the skin from her face and frame it, occasionally taking it out and wear it as a mask, to recreate the scene as my fingernails dug into her forehead, her body slowly going limp, giving in to the pain, the grotesqueness of it all, her eyes rolling around, unable to shut out the blood as her eyelids were no longer a part of her body, her white teeth punched in and extracted, to be contained in a jar, her tongue branded, to let it be known she belonged to me, in the few minutes before she made her way to her next life. I would have gone on to violate her cold, immobile corpse but my manager was telling me to speed up the bread. The final touch was when her mother was paying and she wanted to go to the Bazaar, her mom wouldn't let her. Out comes this inhuman wail, resounding in absoluteness, firm, resolute, fuck-you-I'm-getting-my-way, "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM"!!!!!!!! Could she be anymore perfect. Break her, break her. No, you'll go to jail. It's worth it. Well now it is, but what about 50 to life sentences later? Screw that. No, screw you, or at least in prison they will. But she's so young, soft, untouched, nubile, well, nubility doesn't really matter to you does it? What will the world think of you? Exactly, you'll be famous!!! Infamous, more like!!! What about your future? ......... Fine, commiting to such an inexcusable, forbidden, unforgivable act will have to wait till I'm older. But just look at her neck, puncture it. Go ahead....... "Thank you, come again." Damnit. No balls.

That was fun. Writing about it is fun. Now to the participation part of this rehabilitation program. Do you guys think I'm a sick freak? Harboring such malicious intent towards the youth of the world. But it's not just the youth, really. Age matters not. Just the qualification to have their bodies mutilated and torn asunder by a madman. Just so you know, if you're alive, that means you failed, or i got cold feet. Not important. So, am I a sick freak? And can you tell from your conversations with me that i am the way I am? Does everyone fantasize about these things once in a while, to feel guilty and bury that impulse deep within the confines and recesses of their minds? Or is it just me? I know when i ask these things ppl don't bother to answer but I'm really asking here, to the ppl who know me, and to those who, not so much. Answer the damn question.

In your head, in your he---aad, ZOMBIEx3!!!

2008-07-30T06:57:00.000-07:00

The sun may shine on my face, but not in my soul,
The temperature's rising, but my heart's freezing cold,
No one's here, no one's there, there's no one to hold,
Lights, camera, the tears start to roll.

Am I alone in this world, a world of six billion,
My facade changes, I'm like a chameleon,
But when I'm alone, there's no lie, there's no reason,
Why do I feel like an empty person?

Rob? David? Andrew? Jason?
No, none of those, the name that I've been given,
You know what they say, no man's an Island,
Hi, nice to meet you, guess my name's Cayman.

It's true what he said, he said what he meant,
His logic twisted from a tragic event,
Now luck's fair, luck's simple, the toss of a cent,
So the question is, do you believe in Harvey Dent?

.......................The hell?

2008-07-28T05:35:00.000-07:00

Oh god, yeah I'm here again. I turn to this blog when i tak tau nak cakap apa and to siapa.

I'm going to watch Chelsea playing against Malaysia tomorrow, considering going in a Malaysia jersey(yes, i own one). I'm actually looking forward to after the match when the Malaysian players trip over themselves to get jerseys from opponents who kicked their asses royally, rather than the match itself. Pride goes before a fall? Can they fall any lower? That was mean, Hallelujah marah. Let me rephrase, I hope to see a fair and well-played match with balanced offense and defense from both teams, may sportsmanship prevail over foul play.

What do I do? I feel like i wanna go out with my frens and just do watever but i don't wanna ask them to give up their time for me. Even worse, i don't wanna ask them to find out their planners are filled out till doomsday and none of their plans include me. I get really bored now, i work from dawn to dusk( btw, i typoed suck while spelling dusk so wat the hell is wrong with me), my days feel wasted. I need communication, to walk around a shopping mall with starbucks in my right hand and bags of clothing in my left. Stupid, lame and effeminate i know but still..... Recently more than ever i feel like the shadow i cast is fading(shadows are cast becos ppl are solid, to have a fading shadow means that light is passing through you, in other words, to turn invisible) or sumthing to that effect. Am I slowly being forgotten, ppl moving on other frens? How many of the ppl i know are reading this? Now, a question. To the ppl who do remember me, am i worth remembering? Like the police officer who was supposed to be guarding the door locking the Joker in, does anybody care if he got killed? Does anyone even know his name? I've been here before, in this place, how did i get out the last time, cos i just can't find the door with the lighted up EXIT sign. Stanley will kick kick my ass if any more emo leaks out of this loose fawcet. Anyone remember Stanley? Stanley Ipkiss?

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I'm going out.

2008-07-22T19:49:00.000-07:00

I get an off day on Thursday(tomorrow) and Friday. I feel like eating gyudon and ramen so I'm going to OU tomorrow or Friday to eat. Anyone wanna join? Text me or sumthin ....

Golden Metal Slime, GoMe for short.

2008-07-20T07:15:00.000-07:00

I sometimes have times where i think i think more clearly than other times, they might be, they might be not. Nyways, i figured out that i hate being bound to stuff. Most ppl are like that, maybe. I hate commitment for that sole reason. You can't be free to do whatever you want with stuff weighing you down like jeans in a swimming pool. 'Stuff' can really be anything, such a convenient word. So i don't want to be told to call in advance, to set an appointment, to have a schedule, to have activities forced upon me, limiting my freedom.

Repetition kills you. The first two weeks of work was amusing but i feel so tired going to work now, dragging my feet to The Curve, facing fugly, vulgar jackasses who annoy me and listen to mind-numbing drones of office politics, in a SANDWICH BAR!!!! Seriously, i was damn tired the other night, went to the kitchen to replenish the chicken crisps and this Nepalese dude was singing out loud, in blood freezing noise that barely passes as a voice, about big tits and big asses. Classy. Very. The work itself is nothing bad, it's the fact that it repeats itself day after day, with nothing to look forward to. "I believe I can see the future, cos I repeat the same routine". The only solace i have is my one hour of music appreciation, accompanied by a meal of my liking. Earlier in the year, i said i wanted to create a dish of my own, instead of copying off of cookbooks, well I'm getting the practice.... I made a signature sandwich, which i think tastes damn good. But that's just me. Another thing is I didn't realise how many people stay out late at night. At 1 a.m, Laundry and McD was packed. I was so damn tired and just want to go home, and here are these people who are out having, in their own way, a good time.

On another note, people seriously play a part in the lives of others. I mean not necessarily big parts, it might be tiny, miniscule, microscopic but still give an impact. They might not have done much, u may not have really talked about anything important, u may have taken each other for granted, u may not have seen each other in a while and yet when they're gone, the effect stays on. Lasting. Like blue cheese. " When you're gone, the pieces of my heart are missing you"? So not but still.... It's hard to explain but u can feel it right? Even if the only communication you do is just a "hi" when you get home and she's there in front of the tv, but now when you get home, there's noone there. Not to go so far as to say it's heart wrenching, it's more like taking flu medicine without the glass of water, it leaves a bad aftertaste. U don't get it? Or do you? Basically..... i miss my older sister who's in Australia, living a newlywed life, and my younger sister who's in Australia, studying for her future. Secondly, i hate Australia. They swallow the people around me like a fat, Swedish kid in a chocolate factory.

In other news, i paid my SAMAN. My first ever. For not wearing a seat belt. Got a discount for it. Check it.

I get pulled over for not wearing a seat belt while at 1 a.m, drunks are throwing beer bottles out of moving vehicles. Meh.

Damn cool.

"I think, therefore I feel".

2008-07-09T22:50:00.000-07:00

Hi. Okay yeah. Umm.... Went out with Natalie and Sharon the other day, had a blast. I got to pick out clothes for them to try on so..... yeah. Lama dah tak cakap with them so it was fun, felt like life rewind itself two years back or so. Still owe Natalie a present.... I'll get her sumthin from Korea lah. Keep a stiff upper lip, Shar-Bear. Thanks for the t-shirts. Natalie, thanks for Catch-22 and Emilio Fernandes De La Hoya the Third.

My first week of work ended on Tuesday, and it's been tiring to say the least. The first few days were the worse. From slicing up vegetables and meat, preparing the spreads, sauces, and dressings, making the sandwiches, salads and wraps to greeting guests i find myself from lost to confused to inferior. My seniors are all pros, not even needing to lift their heads up to check the menus, juggling ten orders at a time, while i try not to get in the way of their work. Around the fifth day or so, i got the hang of it and it's becoming less strenuous, but i still get scolded a lot. Now though, due to franchising and a slew of new intakes, i have to change from student to teacher, i have to show these guys the ropes when i just started out myself. In a word, D'oh.

Thanks to Staranise, Suk Leng and Natasha for coming over to see how i was doing, the rest of you guys, feel free to drop by O Brien's at the Curve. As they say, only eat a sandwich made by someone u know...... that's an O Brien's slogan.

Sorry can't make it to the 5Sc 1 gathering on Friday, i have to work from 3 to 11. God, work till closing time, wish me luck.

Some tunes that i like listening to these days, mix dari lama to new.

Andra and the backbones- Sempurna
U2- Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Nine inch nails- Everyday is exactly the same
Danny Elfman- The little things
Gazette- Guren
Yuki- Dramatic
Usher- Love in this club part 2

" I wanted to drown my sorrows, but they learnt to swim"-U2.

2008-06-29T05:19:00.000-07:00

Hey. So yeah, lama tak blog, and i'm waiting for Ocean's 13 to finish dl-ing so i can watch so here's an update with my life.

I didn't kill myself by drug overdose with those strawberry flavored vitamins from Appeton, they help with depression.

I got a PS3. Damn cool, graphics awesome. Played Devil May Cry 1 on the PS2 just to remember the feeling of a controller in my hands. Switched to Devil May Cry 4 on the PS3. Serious, uber shit. From graphics to gameplay, all around improvements. Not many ppl i know play DMC games but nyways, i care. What really frustrated me in DMC 3 was that to use certain moves and abilities for Dante u had to power up 'styles' which cost me time, and replays. On DMC 4 u purchase them with Proud Souls, DMC currency for abilities. Plus, new lead character this time round, Nero. Finished DMC 4 on Devil Hunter mode, now off to higher levels or start Assasin's Creed. Since PS3 shared with my younger bro, have to split game-time too. He's currently playing Grand Theft Auto 4 or whatever latest GTA game out there. It's fun to watch him screw the missions over, one time, he had to shoot a man while driving a car, almost had him, drove straight into a truck, lost him, FAIL. Also equally fun to see how many ways you can kill a man humorously, my brother and i compare. How far do bodies fly when bombarded by hand grenades, i think i ran someone over, let's reverse and check, yup. Try trapping ppl in a circle with cars, get to the nearest roof, equip your bazooka, and let 'er rip. I prefer flame thrower to face, though. I think i'm getting too old for this. Games aren't as fun as they used to be. Neither are they as cheap. RM 250 per game, could buy an AX jacket with that. Though you should not buy branded clothes for the brand, cos YOU ARE NOT WHAT YOU WEAR!!! Wear what makes you feel nice and comfit, even if it's RM 20, even if it's from pasar malam, .... even if it's not an S.

BBQ at Koo's was fun. Bought him a going away cum birthday gift. Hope he likes it, have fun. Thanks to everyone for making the deal real fun, food was great, looking forward to Melvin's dinner if I can make it. Watched Get Smart with Dayang, Natasha and Suk Leng. Movie was good, love the line: You and 23?! I feel sexually threatened right now. Suk Leng's dance rehearsal was cool, real nice. While waiting for it to get started i wanted to play sum1 else for a while instead of Adiel Emir Ikram, who, after IMU rejection, jumps from the roof at One Utama naked except for a banner trailing behind him which reads "Viagra, the breakfast of champions!!". So for an amount of time, I was Johan Iskandar, 28 years-old chief photographer of Elle magazine who works his ass off to make the same amount of money as a certain imaginary A-levels tuition teacher. Single parent, one daughter(Puteri Liyana Ilham), wife died in a traffic accident with me driving. Promised her i would never remarry so i have random, maningless sex with Elle models to fill the emptiness Suraya left when she died. Oh, and i look hot. Like Bon Jovi/Dan Humphrey's dad(gossip girl) hot. Dunno if there's an actual position of chief photographer but Johan Iskandar sounds very Malay-cool. As for my daughter and late wife, online name generators. Tried to drag Natasha to join my escape, she came up with a life as an A levels tuition teacher who makes a hundred grand a week teaching six hours a day, and still has time to par-tay after. And is failing her social studies class. Lives alone with no pets for fear of small, furry animals. Don't mean to insult your imaginary life, but mine's cooler.

Speaking of banner, kat atas tuh ada mention with the whole jumping thing, i watched The HULK with Natalie and Sharon..... U know, u can't say Sharon and Natalie u know, just not as nice a sound as Natalie and Sharon. Nvm. It was fun. Lama tak sit around and hang with them, it was cool, very organic. See, i just used organic for the first time ever. I still owe Natalie a bday gift so esok when she goes to OU i hope to catch her, kidnap her, and never let her get out of the country, or buy her a bday gift. Kidnapping is easier. For those who do not understand how banner can lead to the Hulk, u suck. Go back home and read a decent Marvel comic. Banner refers to Bruce Banner, theHulk's alter-ego (for simplification's sake). Not many ppl i know read Marvel comics either.

I start work in the food service industry on Tuesday. Wish me luck, start at 7 am, crazy. The only things awake at 8 am are hookers going to bed after work, and their clients sneaking back home.

I watched Wanted with my bro, mixed feelings, and kinda made me hate myself for growing up. I mean, as a kid, if u told me there was a brotherhood of assassins and they kill ppl to restore bakance in the world, i'd say "cooooool-yo!!!". I was a nerd, yes. But now, i'd start blabbering bout things like how do u choose who to kill, who gave u the right, killing's never an option, these ppl all have families and shit. Seeing bullets fly around a textile factory should've gotten me as giddy as a school girl but all i thought was, all these ppl, getting killed in just a second, sure it's a movie and all, but they make it seem so easy to take sum1's life. I just didn't get their justifications. But i really connected with the last five minutes of the movie, "This isn't me, this is a decoy. This is for all the shit i've been through, for all the Janices, for all the billing reports, for blood-sucking girlfriends, and bottom-feeding best friends, this is me taking back control of my life..... What the fuck did you do?". Interesting question. What did i do with my life?

And to possibly annoy Sharon, Hulk .......... SMAAAASSHHHH!!!!!!

My last words will be: Hulk .......... SMAAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!!!!

Disappointments happen all the time, but it still hurts.

2008-06-21T05:44:00.000-07:00

Hi guys, I'm back from the Redang trip, it was fun. Went snorkeling for the first time, learnt to float, buried Samuel in sand, watched Eurotrip(damn nice, watch it), played twister, listened to the waves, and whatever else that tourists do on island trips. That's all over, and u gotta look to the future. Wat're u gonna do next? Work? Uni? Marriage? Don't look back, u might hit a lamp post(inside joke).

I got rejected from IMU. For all my aloofness, nonchalance and jokes, i really wanted in. Rejection's really bad cos u start thinking badly of other ppl, people who got accepted. U look for reasons, be it nonsensical reasons, for their acceptance and not yours. U blame them for getting in your way, for being better than u, for getting accepted, for being happy while you're in fake smiles and holding back tears(men don't cry), joking about it and feeling bitter on the inside, queasy like someone twisted your intestines to form a pretzel. But u really should feel happy for them, cos really, all they did was try their best, making a better future for themselves, striving to be amongst the best our society has to offer. Face reality, 200 places in IMU per intake, what're the odds? Congratulations to those who made it, better luck to those who didn't.

Now the worst part. I get home. I face my family. So here we go, me badmouthing my family online, for the whole world to read, if anyone does actually read this.

I meet my Dad first, on Friday morning. I just finished my breakfast of 3 jacob's cream crackers and medicine salad(seriously, damn lot of meds). He walks in, i'm goddamn excited to see him after a whole week away from home, i say "good morning!". His reply, "What're you gonna do now?". Nice, pops. Very nice. Fine, my fault for screwing up my life, i say let's wait for my results to come out and we'll see how it goes, i'll re-apply.". "That's assuming your results're any better than your forecast, wat if they're worse? If you don't get in then?". Mind you, this is 8 hours after i got home at 1.30 am, running a 39.7 degree fever, and sleep deprivation. My rebellious answer?" I just got back, can we talk about this later?". "I'm just saying onli, think of your future.". He grabs the newspaper and goes up to his room. That's great isn't it? You can fucking wake up in the middle of the night to make tea for no-named workers, getting tables ready for functions, worrying if they have anything to drink and making a damn good impression but you can't spare a second to say one comforting thing to your OWN SON!!!! Think of my future?! U didn't even go to a FUCKING COLLEGE!!!! U turned out fine!!! Can't u just pat my shoulder and say something a father should say, like u did your best, or let's discuss your options together as a family or something fucking corny like that!!! ...... He hasn't said a word to me after that.

My mother's birthday was on Friday. Was gonna wish her but when i woke up she had left for work. Then, i was knocked out completely by meds at about 11.30 am, i woke up at 1.30 am, the next day. Then i went back to sleep. So yeah ... Nyways, i got up feeling better on Saturday but my ears were shot. Can't make out a damn word. Met mom at dining table and said good morning, and sorry for not wishing happy birthday. After small talk, bam. CUCMS intake still open, UCSI intake open, go, go, go!!! What the hell you doing?! Hurry up!!! Nak ke tak ni?! ....." No, i want to go to IMU. I'm re-applying in January. My mum says, i don't think you have what it takes to do medicine. Just go ahead and do whatever you want. I don't want to have to push you for another five years. Five years. Just go do architecture or something. Law, maybe Law?
............ Those aren't even Science courses. And to decide on the spot, is it some cheap lottery getting decided here?!

I cooled down in the time i wrote this so sambung later. When i started typing this, it was an hour ago and i was still very emotional for many reasons. So many more incidents happen in one day, piling on me like sand bags, like cement blocks. I'm just too tired and sedated to type it out.

2008-06-14T05:54:00.000-07:00

Okay so, i haven't posted anything meaningful to me lately cos i've been busy and lazy and posting hasn't really been all that high up on my list of things to do. Anyway, a lot has happened to me lately.

1. My birthday past last month, marking my last year as a teenager. Next year no more edi. Speaking bout this, i hate it when ppl say "can you act your own age?". Especially ppl younger than you who think that being older means you have to be all boring and responsible and act in a certain way in front of ppl and not be yourself, instead be a mindless smiling, nodding glazed-eyed drone who can't speak out or rebel when you feel offended or be casual or candid about certain situations. Fucking retards. What do you know about acting my age?Until you've reached my age, shut the fuck up and go play with your fantasy football, you little child. See, wasn't that condescending? Fucking annoying, isn't it? And you old ppl who look down on me from your old folks' tower of retired politicians, talking just to attract attention to urselves and so u can pretend to still be of some value or worth in this world, you're not. Please die. You're in my way. Should run you over with my mum's Rio. That's right. Fuel price went up, i don't get a new car. Actually, i don't get a car at all. So please just collect all of your old selves and commit mass suicide so that one day, your children can collect fuel from your dead selves for better use.

2. My eldest sister got married. Some of you know how i feel about my older sister, so no point in beating around the bush. Total waste of money on a party, with ppl u don't really care about and will probably never see again until another one decides to give up half their stuff and waste their money. Congrats to her making it down the aisle, i never thought it'd happen, but grateful it did. Welcome Abang Marwan to the family, and remember, divorce settlements aren't valid within a year of marriage unless a pre-nup was signed. I'm joking, no really, i'm happy for you two love-birds.

3. A-levels exams over. Thank God. it sucked so badly, couldn't pass as a straw. Hate exams, always did. Always will. With hope, i'll do well enough to earn a job picking up trash from your houses or cleaning your toilets with a toothbrush. Thanks to all you guys who helped me out with the studying in the college library, it was fun. Thanks to several ppl who served me their notes on a silver platter. All in all, thanks.

4. I had my IMU interviews, which either really sucked or really went well. We'll know soon. The interviewers laughed at some stuff i said which weren't jokes, so..... and they didn't laugh at some stuff i said which were jokes, so..... they grilled me real good, but i stood up to them like a rock against a ravine. I even punched one of them in the nose ( in my head). No lah, they were really nice ppl ( the book i bought on interviews said never criticise ur interviewers ).They asked questions about me so i think that's a sign they're interested in me.

First question: Tell me about yourself.

"Well i am a mental patient who escaped Tanjung Rambutan by flushing my body parts one by one down the toilet, then reassemble myself once i got out. Unfortunately, i never found my left nipple. I got sent there for rape and murder, but i tell you they got it wrong, the cow was already dead when i fucked it. Hahah, no lah. I'm no psycho, just a penguin in disguise."

Second question: Why medicine?

"I got my mom on speed dial, she'll answer that for you. Hahah, no lah. It's for the hot nurses."

Then a scenario question: If you were a pilot , and someone gets a heart attack, you're 3 hours out of airport, destination is 10 hours away and the nearest airport is two hours away, but it's stormy. What do you do?

"Thank God i'm not a pilot."

I said if.

"Well, first of all I'd announce through the PA that we have a heart attack patient and call for a doctor onboard, then follow his instructions as i am not qualified to handle such situations. If there were no doctors onboard, the flight attendants are trained to handle medical kits and know general procedures in emergency situations. Clearing that, I will alert flight control that i will have to turn the airplane around, seeing as the destination is too far away, and landing in a storm endangers my other passengers."

That was a surprisingly well thought out answer.

"Thank you. But i don't think i will be handling such a situation."

Why is that?

" They don't allow penguins on planes."

Finally they asked me if i became a doctor, how will i spend enough time to take care of my child? My answer, " Simple, don't have children. They're bad investments. Get a pet, instead. Use the money to buy yourself a penis enlargement surgery and that Botox your wife wanted. God knows you're both not getting any younger.".

Anyway, i hope they like me and consider me as an indispensible asset to the university.

5. I went to Sunway Lagoon. Much fun. Then OU the next day. Much fun. Bye Shin Jye, Bye Siew Chui, Bye Mei Yee.

Screaming Monkey says: "What's the sound of a feeling?". Kalau pandai, try and found out who said that in what movie.

My last words will be: Fine, those pants do make you look fat.

The Shit.

2008-06-12T19:02:00.000-07:00

John Jacob Jingleheinerschmidt,
His name is my name too,
Whenever I go out,
The ppl always shout,
there goes John Jacob Jingleheinerschmidt.

Ppl are dumb.

Double-vision.

2008-06-05T05:32:00.000-07:00

After years in the showbiz industry, the drugs, alcohol, one night stands and unending children who can't spell or count got to him ........

Taking this as an opportunity, a well-known sports brand bought rights to this tragedy and recently put it up as an ad.

Elmo, you will forever be in our hearts.

2008-05-10T05:59:00.000-07:00

So i went to Chin Wei's blog (viciously abusive) and i had about nothing to do so i checked out wat my name meant according to sum guy who probably didn't have anything to do or a background in higher learning or even has sum mystical manual on how to tell wat a person's name means via online quiz. Needless to say, i'm quite the negative thinker, and sum famous guy said ignore negative thinkers so in order to avoid ppl ignoring me, i shall think positive. I'm not a negative thinker, i'm just cautious of things choose to believe in. Well, nyways, here it is.

You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.
You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.
You have the classic "Type A" personality.

You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.
You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.
People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.

You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.
You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.
You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.

You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.
You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.
At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.

You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.
You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.
Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.

You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.
You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.
You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!

You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.
You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.
You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.

You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life.
You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip.
People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.

Next, mother's day is tomoro, make sure y'all thank your mom from the bottom of your ungrateful, cold, unfeeling hearts for bringing u into this beautiful world of capitalism, child rape, and religious fanatics. Anyone think of a good present? Mine sux.

I went to the Curve to catch Melvin's thing, with Koo, Natasha and Dayang. Watched Speed Racer with Koo, an like any other Wachowski brothers movie, the visual effects were off the hook. Damn cool, makes me wanna drive a T-180 across the desert. Repulse(the band Melvin's in) was good, they had a nice sound. Despite the low volume on the vocalist's mic. We had a late lunch at Marche, which was awesome. Bread butter pudding is the food of the Gods. The only downer was that band playing after lunch, sum jazz band. The vocalist/guitarist got tired of the poor feedback from the audience cos ppl were walking around instead of listening to them, so he went yelling his head off about wat the charity's about and how the band had been practicing hard and playing their best and ppl don't listen and how ppl are indifferent and crap, fucking pissed me off. Shut up and play. Preachy. Nyways, that's not wat really got me pissed. Wat did it was that they continued playing afterwards and ppl were cheering for them. You ppl just got yelled at for going about your business, and you cheer for them?! The vocalist guy, yelling will get ppl to hear, but not listen. Sure, they cheered, fine cheer your throats sore, but how many donated? U stomp ur feet on the stage and throw a tantrum cos ppl don't bother? It's not that they won't listen, they DON'T WANT TO. Preachy bands who can't play good enough to get ppl to listen.....

Classes are over. I wanted to sit next to Pey June on the last day but Ethan had to swipe it didn't u, Ethan? Huh? Last day was fine, thanked the tenaga pengajar and everything, a lot of pictures taken, said byes and shit. Jun Horng went off the wall cos he was in a bad mood. Don't take it out on us.You'd think on the last day you could just get along, not that hard, is it?

Well, the reason i put this post up is to tell you guys that Serena's brother Eric's GAY!!!

Screaming Monkey says: The truth is ... I am Iron Man. Or at least certain parts are hard enough to pass.

I love u guys.

2008-05-08T08:20:00.000-07:00

Fuck ah, dun have the slighest fucking idea ah, y the hell u do one thing n ppl just turn around and get sumthing negative out of it. Everything I do is wrong to you. The fuck's u're problem?! I can't do a damn thing around u ah!!! Truth be told, i'm sick of having to pussyfoot all over the place just to try to make YOU feel comfortable and then get it all right back in my face with stupid, useless, unnecessary questions just so you can play the nice person role u so desperately crave to be, fuck that, FUCK YOU!!!!

Screaming Monkey says: I'm back, bitch!!! Now get the fuck out!!!

Just stuff

2008-04-30T08:02:00.000-07:00

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Thinking back, SSB tuition fees cost a lot of cake .....

Guys, remember this mouth? Guozheng should.

Dude, this french fry had fungus on it, fresh......