GOOD MORNING
Just got back from SS15. Been playing WarCraft 3, and it's pretty good, excluding the fact mutliplayer is fucked up and keeps on hanging.

Today it took us an hour and twenty minutes just to get from Sunway(where I live) to SS15 due to a massive traffic jam. We tried to take a couple of short-cuts which turned out to be bad choices and eventually we decided to drop by Jane's place. The jam was so bad, the cars were litterally not moving,,,,anyway after over an hour we made it.....

Really tired now...it's nearly six in the morning...gotta get some shut-eye.

GOD I"M TURNING NOCTURNAL!!

It's rather incredible how I've been managing to stay awake till the wee hours of the night these days. Normally, I'd be konked out by 10. These days, it's a miracle if I hit the sack earlier than 1 am. Mostly it would be about 3-4 in the morning. Must be all that partying and late night studying (ehh.. exams laa.. u think i so hard-working wan mehh??)

Today I woke up with a backache. *poUT* I need to exercise. All these late nights are definately not good for me!! heheheh.. I think I'll go back to sleep.. *yaWN* ZzzzZZZzzzzz

P.S: Please wake me up for lunch :P

Return of the watch...

Could not concentrate in college, decided to skip class and come back home to mount a search team to locate my missing watch. The team searched for the watch on tables, in handbags, cloth’s pockets and drawers. Eventually the search team comprising of my cat, and myself found the watch in a drawer next to my bed. Yippee!!!

Specially dedicated to the twenty-somethings.....

Being Twenty-Something

They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you
stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that
there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't
know and may not like.
You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be
in a year or two, but then get hot and scared because you
barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that,
maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to
aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met and
the people you have lost touch with are some of the most
important ones. What you do not realize is that they
are realizing that too and are not really cold or
catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as
confused as you are.

You look at your job. It is not even close to what you
thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for
one and realizing that you are going to have to start
at the bottom and are scared.

You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing
with the same people on a constant basis.
But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great
after all. You are beginning to understand yourself and
what you want and do not want.

Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are
doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because
suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your
life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and
what is not. You are insecure and then secure.

You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life.
You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is
the enemy and you cry and cling on to the past with dear life
but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away
and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.
The stupid ones plateau, the smart ones rise.

You get your heartbroken and wonder how someone you
loved could do such damage to you or you lay in bed and
wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough to get to know better.
You love someone but maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out
why you are doing this because you are not a bad person.
One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap and getting
wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through
the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends
about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.

You wonder what in the hell is wrong with you. You worry about loans and
money and the future and making a life for yourself and while winning the
race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!

We are making a lot of mistakes, but helping one another learn from them.
We will piss one another off, and laugh at the end of a conversation that
started with angry words. We are a group that talks behind the backs of the
same people we call to meet up with on a Friday night,but we are sorry
about it and we know that we were just being insecure like they have been.
What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it and we
are all in this together. We are in our best of times and our worst of
times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. We are
friends, and in 10 years we will be friends who have figured out where we
fit in in this world.

THINKING OF YOU ALL.

P.S. Taken from an e-mail a friend sent me

Where's my watch??
It's been missing for days...finally it hit me that it might be missing for good...My most favourite watch, the one with the silver strap and a nice blue face. It was a present given by someone special, now it's lost and i have no i idea where it is...I' haven't exactly searched everywhere for it and will get to that the minute i get back from school. But it isn't in the places where i generally leave my watches, like by my bedside, on the dresser or in the toilet. I simply adore that watch, i really hope it's not lost...

Places i could have misplaced it:
1)Johor house
2)Jane's house
3)In the purple car
4)In one of my handbags
5)Any ideas???

Pls be somewhere around

Crap..

Bright, red amber burns clear...
The gargling sound of water,
A wisp of smoke appears.

It enters your mouth,
Dances in you throat,
Swims through your lungs...

Fear, anger, depression, evaporates,
It's magic has begun....

It's lingering pepper smell,
Floats, casting a spell...
I climb up your mercury steps...the stairways to heaven....

WE ARE ONE WEEK OLD!!

Today is the blog's one week anniversary.....i really dont know why i noticed this but i did. Wierd....Haha...good night, then.

I 'm in the mood today...


My cyclical mood today is:



Just got this mood indicator from imood.com...it's really cute, saw it on my sister's blog

Hihi....Ginn asked me out for some drinks tonite, she's probably bringing out that Italian guy....hehe....You have fun Gal, i feel a little tired
Will be going to bed soon.....

THE MORNING AFTER

Woah.. and that was such a killer night.. for Cheryl's feet and my hair!! EeWWwuuuuu.. my hair stinks.. and my car stinks too!! *poUT* Thank you Ted. You're such an angel.. hahhahaha.. for puking in my car..!! heheheh..!! I remember watching him barf.. and struggling to open the window.. but my reflex was rather slow.. and by the time I opened the window...*sigH* Oh well.. my car needs a bath anyway! Cheryl said, "I went clubbing with Metro friends 3 times.. and all 3 times someone has to puke on me..!!" Oh goshh.. that means my back seat also kena already la.. tsk tsk tsk.. AGENDA FOR TODAY.. WASH CAR :P It's a must!!

Ahh.. Metroball.. themed REFLECTIONS, it was held in J.W. Marriott Hotel. The ambience was spectacular. It's amazing how everyone looks absolutely different after dressing up (guys included!) and makeup does do wonders!!! Norwin told me "I was here to pick up chicks..ermm on second thought, NAHHHHH!! I wouldn’t wanna be shocked when I see her in the morning!" Everyone looked gorgeous..everyone. But the highlight of the ball.. *aHEM*.. was definitely when they announced Mr. Metropolitan. DRUMROLL!!!! (and trust me, your jaws would definitely drop to the floor :P) OH CHEE KIT MANNNNNNN!!! CAN U BELIEVE IT?!?!?!! ehh.. he was at my table weizzzz :P hahaha.. the only achievement of table 4. So what if we didn’t get the lucky draws? We grabbed the biggest prize of them all!!

Wait for the pics. I'm dying to see them too!

My feet ACHE!!
I’ve been staggering around for the past nine hours in a pair of four-inch strappy heels and, man, the balls of my feet are in sheer agony. The occasion that coerced me to put up with such intense pain was my college’s annual ball, followed later with several hours of clubbing at Emporium.

Pictures and details will be displayed soon…

REMINISCENCE OF THE PAST.. ahh my good old clubbing days

I fell in love with Emporium again.. just like old times :) Go check out the R&B room people!!

and someone.. remind me to talk about metroball here.. and put in lotsa pic too.. :P

Half drunk now.. not really.. :P butttt.. tell u about it soon.. when i edit this page :P nite ppl

Tuesday’s excitement

Good morning!
Woke up today feeling dull, stoned and feeling dehydrated like a dried prune. I pried my eyes opened…. oh gawd!!!…It was nearly two in the late afternoon. Looks like I skipped a whole day of classes again….shit! Dam, gotta call Jane and update my work. I am so lucky to have a hardworking friend like u, babe!!

You aren’t a programmer rite??
After drinking some H20, I switched on my very unreliable PC and hooked up to the net. I have been wanting to enable commenting on our blog for some time now, I figured today was a pretty good day to get it done. Some of my icq buddies were online and I ask them about which sites can host or tell me how I can make one. The only third party service known to host comments, YACC, isn’t accepting new registrations. Therefore I had to program one myself, which another friend told me was kinda hard.

Friend: hehe u know programming?
ME: no, of course not but I can learn enuf just to get it done hopefully
Friend: take a long way ler.

So eventually I cut and pasted someone else’s script. Shows that you can do many things even though you are a blur cock fella like me. Anyway thanks to all the help us guys gave me….and everyone start posting NOW!!!

Pink shorts
Somewhere in the evening I brought eight 1.5litter empty mineral water bottles to school with the intention to freeload some drinking water (Palmvilles’s water has been yellowish for months!) from Metro’s water cooler.
Everyone in college was staring at me…I don’t know till now if it was because I was so cheapskate or my pink po-ka dot Rip Curl shorts…

Old-timer’s luck
Some of my close friends know that I have spent a good portion of my last two years making Counter-Strike my full time hobby. I played in MyOb and in CWA and have had the pleasure to play many friendlies with clans such as PLAM, NBTD, AC, NMD, Boy3, JPN, and even less known one’s such as Smurt and ???. However I have decided since to quit this game cause I needed time to concentrate on my studies.

Today out of boredom I decided to drop by X-Gate (some really cool cyber café in SS15) to visit NiNi (ex-clanmate of CWA) and Zero (X-Gate’s under- nourished technician) and decided to play some CS. It’s been half a year since I stopped playing CS totally and was expecting to really suck at it. Surprisingly I was the top fragger for both counter and terrorist, and it wasn’t through any camping or stuff like that (but there was no reputable CS player in the servers’ lar). I was rushing and jumping into enemies’ faces yielding my pink light saber…wait, I mean commando (I been playing some Jedi Knight 2 at home lately). Must be an old-timer’s luck, but I had lots of fun. Too bad AD Space Media is pulling a plug on local cyber cafés. If any of u AD Space fuckers are reading this, just wanted to let them know, THAT YOU SUCK, YOU WORTHLESS PILE OF GREDDY PIG SHIT.

I actually wanted to post this up yesterday, unfortunately blogger fucks up on my PC so i only could post it up today.

FORTUNE COOKIES ANYONE?

Today, I went for fortune telling..again. The same one who I went to the last time. I almost threw a chair at him!! Previously, when I met him early last year, he told me that I would meet Mr. Right soon enough - he's there at the moment, but I just havent met him yet. He'd be 3-4 years older than me, lotsa patience, I'd get married at 25, have 6 children.. and he'd never leave me..well.. unless I pushed him to it.. then he'd walk away. Then I asked if he would be good looking.. and the palmist retorted " WHAT DO U THINK I AM?? GOD?? " haha.. ok ok.. so I was pushing my luck :P Anyway.. he got the first part right. I met "him" 6 months later.. in Viva.. and he was, as predicted, 3 years older, better looking than I expected..and everything else..hehe..!! Now, as I am 7 months to 22, I've just finish mending a broken heart and very much into the joys of being single. So much for "he'd never leave me". Can I throw more than a chair at him? How about I burn his house down? Please? Pretty please?? Pretty please with a sugar on top???!?!? Nahh.. I'm too civilized for that. I thank him lots really.. the palmist I mean. He made me realized something.. that fortune can change. As world evolves.. everything changes.. our perspective, our life our future.

Actually, I think we are all curious about what's in stored for us. How would I turn out? Would I be rich? Would I be successful? But what difference does it make whether or not do we know it? Would it make me a better person? Would it make me more cautious when doing things? One things for sure. It would definitely make me worry.. especially if what the fortune teller predicts something..err.. not so good. If it is something great.. it might make me lax.. then I'd might just sit down and wait for it to happen. What most people dont understand is.. things dont just happen by itself. Money dont grow on trees..neither would we find Prince Charming if we were to just sit locked up in our rooms. We make things happen. Fortune telling only gives faith. Even so.. the world is always evolving.. everything is changing. Nothing is permanent. Nothing is certain. Only taxes and death :P

I think I emerged stronger. For now, I believe more in myself.. and I know that I pave my own destiny.

Dissapointments are like road humps, they slow you down but you enjoy the smooth road afterwards. Just dont stay on the humps too long :P


P.S: Cool pix Cheryl..!! *huGS*

Meet Ao Xiang

Introducing.........









The new Ao Xiang e-scooter!! What an Ah Lian name man.....
When i got back this evening i shoved my fat ass on this baby (we got it free) and it's pretty cool. The batteries last for about 2-3 hours and it can reach the speed of 40km per hour. So basically on this baby you can make it to Malacca. It also has break lights, signal lights, head lights and a hon.

So now i can move on and get myself a Harley.....

Furless Patch

This is Patch, one of my two darling cats staying with my Mom in JB. He is an extremely cute, fat and lovable furball.



Three weeks ago we found some scabs on his paws, and it turns out he has developed some sort of fungus on his feet. The vet insisted we shave him bald (even his whiskers!!) to ensure that the fungus didn't spread to other parts of his body. He was really furry so it was impossible to be sure unless we shaved him. I guess he wasn't used to having no fur and soon developed pneumonia...this is him now...sick and furless.....everyone pray he gets well okay.....I really don't want to lose him :(



Take care my baby, I'll be back in two weeks.....

What time is it??
When someone in our country says "I’ll meet you at six", it is immediately translated subconsciously by our Malaysian brains to mean, "I’ll meet you at seven thirty. That’s why weddings, funerals, dinners and parties held in this country often state arrival time one hour before it ACTUALLY starts. Certain theories (conjured by the odd Malaysians who are punctual) suggest that such a laid back attitude is an indication of why Malaysia, in general, are less efficient than their neighbor and rival, Singapore.

“Malaysians are slow paced and never punctual and this has seeped into the country’s culture, making us meandering snails when compared to our fast paced neighbor”. Singapore is more technologically advance, has better public transport, offers a better standard of living, have better looking guys (unrelated)…blah…blah…blah…and quite a number of Malaysians, especially those living in the southern state of Johor, have gone over to Singapore to live and work in this far more “superior” country. “Malaysians have no respect for time, but time waits for no man”.

Over the weekend I met up with some of my friends from Singapore (defected Malaysians). The meeting was arranged this morning at about 11am and 3 of us were expected to meet at 3.00 in the afternoon. I freed myself from 2 onwards (cause I didn’t want to be the typical, unpunctual Malaysian) in case they made it into Malaysia earlier than expected. However at 4, I was still waiting for them to show up and that only materialized at about 5 in the evening.

What’s the moral of the story??? Firstly Malaysians aren’t the only ones who have no sense of time….many people around the world think it’s fashionable to be late. And secondly (with no offence intended to my friends) Singaporeans can be such pricks once they cross the causeway. They speed on our roads, they throw litter out of their cars as if Malaysia is one huge thrash can and worst of all they cut ques in toilets, check out counters, etc. Not to mention, they jam up our roads and cause the general price of things to increase.

So in conclusion, to this very long truckload of crap, being a Malaysian isn’t that bad. At least we don’t misbehave when we leave the country and the MALAYSIAN sense of timing is much more universally accepted that what I initially thought.

Disclaimer: Singaporeans, Malaysians who have Singapore PR and all other similar classes of people, this post is just for FUN. No offence intended, but if u did get offended-go get a life :P

IT WORKS!! IT WORKS!!! YAYYYYYY!!!!

haha.. bloggg.. HERE I COMEEE!!!! :P ermm.. some other day.. me hungry.. gotta go find food..

Morning..! This is my 3rd attempt on this blog.. I'll never press the "post" button ever again!! Right after I pressed it, there was a "page loading" error.. ARRRRRGHHHHHH!! And the worse thing is there is no retrieve button!!! Press refresh and I have to sign in again!! Someone has really gotta go complain to the big guy on the blog about this!! If this one doesnt go through, I AM NOT GOING TO BLOG ANYMORE!!! hmmphhh :P

BLOG.. doesnt it give u an impression of a horribly icky and goey glob of ..ermm.. *SPLAT* ??

Anyway.. my inspiration block was really strong yesterday. It was such a dissapointment when it couldnt be posted!! *GrUNT* Today.. I'm giving it one last try before I hurl a rock at it..!!

VIRGIN BLOGGER

Well, it looks like me and Jane jumped into the blogging fad together and are both proud owners of this blog. Anyway, I get the privilege to be the first one to post and I have a gut feeling I’ll be blogging a great deal more than Jane: P. Before actually starting this blog, I was trying to think of the benefits of devoting time and effort to such a mind wasting activity. I mean, we are not gonna get paid, this isn't gonna make me famous and I am not gonna reach 50kgs by writing this.


However, the reason materialized after seeing a couple walk under the pouring rain today without a care in the world. It forced me to recall the last time I walked into an up pour without throwing a fit...and boy, that was a long time ago...now a days I would rather wait for hours for it to stop then get myself wet by the rain...I mean my clothes will get wet, I’ll look like an idiot, my makeup would run (if, in the unlikely chance I was wearing any) etc. But when I was younger, when I didn’t care what other people think, when I had a smaller bra size, I loved playing in the rain. I love the feeling of rain, of nature, on my skin, in my eyes, through my hair (what I didn't know was that it contained probably more acids than mother nature intended). Those were times in my carefree, childhood days.... and seeing these two people brought me back to those times.


I now know I have a good reason to start this, cause I want to be carefree, I want to be reckless and most importantly I want to have FUN. I can't be carefree in my studies, be reckless in my love and social life. But I can be carefree in my words, reckless in my expressions and just have lots of fun cause no one is gonna read my blog and take me seriously enough.... Hopefully by blogging I can also improve my language, my forms of expression and also gain a better insight to Jane's life :). Or at least the part of that life not shared with me...Anyway good night.... and welcome, welcome, WELCOME.