The Sagittarius

Back just to linger, perhaps to stay?

2011-11-26T14:14:00.000+08:00

I'm still confused over what happened last night. I got a text from an unknown number, who turns out to be Andrea (Andrea Lee to be precise, and I don't know any Andrea Lee), she calls me Yee Juin and asks me how many people can my guest list cover for the night. From the word Guest List, I kind of guessed that she was refering to Mist Club as it was having some party or something.

I tell her to contact Daren (Boey) and she asks if I mean Daren Mark Ho (Whoa..who's that?). She also claims to have seen me in a Mamak talking about going to Mist for the night.

I'm not doubting her or anything, but just how did she get my name (just missing an N anyway) AND my number? Think of it, the chance of getting someone's name with a wrong number at the same time is almost impossible, especially that mine's a traditional Chinese name, not some Daren/Mark/Alex Christian name which is easier y'know?

The Real Deal

2010-06-17T18:14:00.003+08:00

This report I'm writing is based on my experience at one of Malaysia's greatest natural reserves and a place known all over the world as Outward Bound School. We went to the world's oldest OBS branch outside of England, Lumut. Reader discretion is advised, cause we're kind of a crude lot, I mean, if we aren't fun and exciting, we wouldn't be at OBS. Some of these things, the Instructors may not like finding out, but its the truth, I wouldn't exaggerate much either.

2nd of December, I went online at 8pm, for the last time in the next 11 days, just to talk one last time to my buddies at school. I went off at about 11.30, since the following day was gonna start real early. I got ready and went to bed, as the ancient grandfather clock downstairs struck 12 midnight, I wished myself a happy birthday and tried to sleep. I dint manage to get a good night's sleep, as I was restless, thinking about my course at OBS, Youth Adventure Course, the 24th batch.

On the 3rd of December at 5am, once the alarm clock started ringing, I hopped out of bed and silenced the alarm clock. I went off for a shower and got ready for my cousin Shern to come over and go to the Puduraya Bus Station together since he's joining YAC24 too. As I remember vaguely, it was about 7.30 when he arrived at my gate, with his dad driving his latest ride, a spanking new Mercedes-Benz CLK. As we left for the city, there was a traffic jam. We were worried about missing our bus, thank god the jam cleared up in a bit.

Our bus was suppose to arrive at 9am, we waited 15 minutes, and it still hadn't came yet. After some time, a bus came to our station, station 4, I still remember. But it wasn't the same bus service provider as the ticket we bought. Shern's dad got into a row with the bus touts, and mumbled, "Damn screwed up, these idiots" to us. Its really not related to OBS, so we'll skip this.

As we left the sights and sounds of KL, we looked at what food did our parents pack for us. I had a bar of Coca-Cola flavoured Mentos with Jawi writing on it, I clearly remember. As always, Shern's mom packed too much food for him, 2 bars of Hacks, 2 High 5 buns, a small box of Dutchlady's full cream milk and so on. The 4 hour bus ride was based on sleeping and talking between ourselves and sms-ing some "friends", standard teenager activities. I must say, the talking was good, found out more about each other, things that cousins usually don't tell each other much about. Reading through our brief introduction to rules at OBS and contraband, outside foods, drinks, reading material and electrical entertainment were not allowed. Knowing me, I'll break some rules. I loaded a pack of chewing gum into a medicine bottle so I could chew a bit.

Lumut, our stop. We arrived about noon, and our ride to OBS compound which would come to be known to us as "Base" was scheduled to be at about 1. Shern and I ate some Malay Nasi Campur before the van came. The guy who picked us up was really nice, he asked us about where we came from and sorts like that. Americans would refer to his van as a "shit wagon", one of those old Toyota/Nissan makes, cheap to run, low tech and crude, but extremely reliable. The ride to OBS took maybe 10-15 minutes, but it was great. With the wind carrying in all the smells from the nature around us, the smell of the sea, the bitter sweet smell of Durians, the smell of chlorophyll and of course, the smell of people, such as Lemang cooking over a fire, turbo diesel trucks ferrying fruits and such.

When we finally arrived at Base, I was nervous as I usually made a shitty first impression, and all those people! I only knew that we would be split into smaller groups and work together for 10 days! I was nervous, and was expecting all the participants to be rich kids who are not capable of doing things themselves, how wrong I was! As Shern and I walked to the check in table to get our name's ticked and find our Watch ( team), we found out that we were in the same Watch, known as Beremban. Sure as hell, Beremban sounds retarded, like "what the hell is a Beremban, why does it sound so stupid!" was what I was thinking. There were three other dorms, Trus Madi, Yong Yap, and Jerai.

It wasn't stupid, in fact, it was one of the best performing teams there, not in terms of speed or whatever, but in terms of teamwork and the closeness of team mates. As I sat down, I checked out our team. Broad shouldered Thong Vie Eik "Thong", tall and lanky Lee Kuan Jon aka "Sleeping Bear" "Jon", the only Indian in our group, Agilan Elan "Agi", Japanese looking Waltfred "Ajinomoto" "Aji", solemn looking Ong Teng Tjun, big bag packed Shane Loong Deng Young "Shane", nervous looking Chan Jun Shern "Shern", the super tall Eugene Ng "Lighthouse", pint sized Christina Ng "Tina", and un-cooperative Yasmin "Bushy Bitch", and yours truly, Tan Yee Juinn "Diu Lor"

We were asked to fill in a form, to be Manager, AssitantTrus Madi was sharing our dorm, the Beremban Dorm. Jon Suggested that all the guys from Beremban took the top bunks and left the lower ones for Trus Madi. After some time, I found out that 2 watches made one group. That is Beremban and Trus Madi in Group 1, Jerai and Yong Yap in group 2. Thank god we were with Trus Madi.

We were given time to play ice breaker games, one that we had to link our hands together and face inside the circle, then we all had to move and face outside. After that, we also had Captain Ball. You have a circle on each end of the court, there is a chair in the circle, your "catcher" must stand on the chair to catch the ball that you throw to him, then you score if he does catch it, quite the opposite of football, no kicking. It was Group1 vs Group2. 44 people in total. Group 1 was first to finish the circle's inversion and we beat them at Captain Ball.

   At night, we were given the lyrics for the OB song, OB spirit and Auld Lang Syne. We were also introduced to shouting "Ho Chuay" with the reply of "Hoi!" and "Hoi Haha!" to the second call. I was the only one mad enough in the camp to shout Ho Chuay at every damn thing that moves. We were also taught the actions that accompanies OB Spirit. After our singing session, we were split into our own Watches, and our Instructor talked to us about teamwork and not leaving each other behind. Also he wanted to know about what we intended to learn at OBS.

   On day 2, at 4.45am, some idiot bunking under Shane's alarm went off. The alarm clock woke the the whole dorm up, and everyone was "wehhh, fucker! Who's alarm clock? Damn noisy ahh", but that fella din't wake up until someone prodded him, then he sheepishly said sorry to everyone. But since we were up, couldn't let that opportunity go to waste, so we went down and sat by the beach, listening to the sounds of waves breaking and the fresh and crisp morning air in our nice attires. Our clothing was for the YAC24 group photo taken later. We were suppose to meet down stairs at 7, but the Yong Yap & Jerai watch were late, particularly the girls. We had to do Jumping Jacks, also known as Star Jumps, about 30 times in synchronization. The Group 1 particularly, thought "Giant" (A really really tall and massive instructor) was fecking nuts for punishing them. After our group photo, we were given time to change into our rough-it-out clothing for the rope activity.

We were taught the the basic procedure in doing rope activities. ABC's. A-Anchor, B-Belayer, C-Climber. Lock and check, squeeze check, am I on belay, instructor check, climbing. Jon, Shern and I were in the 3 person team. Jon and I clicked pretty well, guess cause we're both 16. I gave Jon quite a shock when I told him to close his legs, when he was wearing the safety harness. As the harness straps are quite near your crotch, bringing your legs together would close the two straps and clamp down on your "batang". We did that to Teng Tjun, and he was really showing the 0.0 look and was speechless.

After lunch, we did a store check, that is to check the quantity of equipment in the Watch's store. Counted the backpacks, Personal Flotation Devices (PFD), Maps and compasses, pots, tent pegs, tent sheets and so on. There was a cat at OBS, always wanting to enter our Dorm, and she was pregnant, Shane called it Bushy Bitch, eventually it got passed to Yasmin, don't ask me why she was called Bushy Bitch.

11pm was suppose to be our light's off time, but the rain was extremely heavy. You could hear when sheets of rain came falling down, it was like a never ending bucket. I was lying there, thinking about the 3 guys who went out and were probably stuck. Shane, Aji and Moses of Trus Madi, went out to visit some guys in the Group 2's dorm, they only had my small umbrella, and probably din't have torches. I finally got out of bed and walked down the rows of bunks, whispering and asking if anybody was still awake, Kumaren "Kukumalu" of Trus Madi was still awake. I whipped on my rain coat and took Kukumalu's raincoat, and he offered to go with me, but I turned down his offer.

On the way down that 77steps, my pants got drenched, and the hood of my raincoat wasn't long enough, I either had to sacrifice clear eye sight for staying dry or being wet for vision through my glasses. I went for the latter. I walked about 300 metres in complete darkness with a powerful torch that wasn't doing me much good, with the heavy rain, it only casts the beam about 5 metres in front of me. The gale was strong enough to make me tip and lose balance occasionally. And since the landscape was the shape of a valley, with 2 hills funneling wind through a big empty field, there was the creepy howling that chilled me to the bone. I went out alone for 15 minutes or so but it felt like hours, and I came back when I heard the guys shouting my name from the dorm's balcony. I was completely drenched by the time I was back in the dorm.

Those guys were thanking me and calling me brave, which I called it stupidity, walking along that path, alone at night, what the hell would have happened if I fell or something? I don't blame them, idiots, they scared themselves talking about the Witch from Left For Dead! When I was climbing up to my bunk, I remembered that plastic fan that I lent to Adrian Lau, the Trus Madi who sleeps on the lower bunk on my left, I stretched down and pulled it from under his face, it was soaked with his drool. Oh well, one night without a fan wasn't gonna kill me. That night, I barely slept, thinking about stuff.

Day 3, this was the day I started being known as "Diu Lor", "Diu" basically translates directly into "damn it" and more crudely as "Fuck!". Sometime after breakfast, we were taught more about ropes. How to tie the double thumb knot, thumb knot, figure of eight, double figure of eight, and the butterfly knot. There are the basic knots used in setting up a tent. We were also briefly shown how to start a fire. Just before lunch, we were asked to raft together 8 PVC poles (really long ones, about 10 feet in length each) and 4 barrels to form a raft that could carry the 11 of us at the same time. We had to paddle rather far out, then make a U-turn. After carrying our raft out to the beach, we were asked to put on a PFD and get into the freezing cold sea for Water Confidence exercise, which mainly, is to boost our confidence in water. Once we were done with the Water Confidence course, we then put our raft out to sea. With a mighty "boom and woosh", the barrels slipped of from under our PVC framework. The reason to that was because we have yet to master the knots and we cut corners here and there. Of course, Instructor Anuar did not tell us about the danger of cutting corners, we were meant to find that out the hard way.

As we rafted the things all together again on the beach, with sand grains in the fibres of the ropes, it was hell to pull on those ropes. As we were working on our simple raft, we were also looking on at Trus Madi's very impressive looking raft. Impressive as it was, it sank at the furthest point from shore and everything started falling apart around them. They floated back in their jackets, holding onto their paddles and poles. When we finally got into the water again, with a shout of Ho Chuay, we were off and everything worked out right. Anuar rewarded us by letting us into the sea. We sang OB Spirit at the top of our lungs as we watched Trus Madi paddle by, and we cheered for them while at it.

Shortly after lunch, we were given guidance on kayak-ing, which Kukumalu called kaya king. Portside, left side. Starboard, right side. S.O.S signals were taught. Not only that, we were also taught how to exit a capsized raft without complications and how 2 rafts can help to right a capsized raft. Since the day before, Jon has been asking me to be his Kayak Buddy, and I had no problem with that whatsoever. Again, we were given a trial run, paddle about 500 metres out, to an offshore warning beacon and come back. As usual, Yasmin did not have a partner, so she had to group with the super strong Instructor Harry. Harry was previously a kayaker competing in national levels I think. He was super fast, with Jon and I paddling as hard as I can, Harry just paddled the 2-seater with heavy Yasmin at the front sitting there, and he over took us like he was in 2nd gear.

After we went up to collect our bags that contained the things that we required for a night's sleep, were got our things ready. We got our Jerry cans, gallon bottles, paddles, kayaks, ration drums lined up by the beach. It was a sight to behold, military precision, I must say. The crafts lined up nicely, all tipping to the right side with the paddles jutting out from the front.The kayak Jon and I were in, was numbered 44. Soon we formed 2 lines, under the watchful eyes of the instructors, we passed things down the line and onto the waiting speed boat to load our things on. Our plan was for Beremban to hang in the rear with the Sweepers (Christina and Eugene), then when I shouted "Ho Chuay", we would paddle ahead, over taking the mass of kayaks, and ram the Sea Captain (Roy Toh, Trus Madi who bunks under me). Unfortunately, all of Beremban was under performing that day.

We left base under the scorching heat, paddling towards that "Eugene" we saw up ahead, a light house, the point where we had to turn and go for a beach boarding. Our destination was 7 kilometres away. We made it in 1 and a half hours, tempers were running high, everyone was weary. Boarding the beach was shitty, there was shit water floating around us so we paddled slowly. Jon and I were among the last boats, we were slow. When we arrived at Pangkor Island, we were wasted, and we shifted our kayaks slightly inland, and moved all our heavy gear to the camp site. Through out the day, we heard kayaks encountering jellyfish, up to 1 metre across, thank god we dint see any. I heard about Eugene telling the tired Christina that "Determination Is The Key through out the whole journey"

We set up camp, with the fire running well and having collected enough firewood, we were ready for the night, except that, in a damn jungle, usually you can't sleep. As we were cooking rice for dinner, and I was just about to pour water into the pot of rice, 2 hornets landed on my sleeve. I was hopping around for a few seconds, shouting "Diu lor, diu lor, diu lor" with my brain stuck in lag. Little did I know, the whole of YAC 24 was within earshot of my shouting. Dinner was special, with Anuar showing us his Chinese culinary skills, how to make things sizzle in the wok. For supper, we boiled a pot of water for Milo.

We were suppose to take turns to be the watchmen,but it ended up being just a few of us staying up late. I went to sleep at 10 and woke up at 12, curse those damn bugs, I saw Thong being in the same state as I was, blurry eyed and annoyed. I offered him a cup of Milo and tried to get the fire going. Do you have any idea how hard starting a fire with embers and firewood the size of your big toe? Out of frustration that fried his mind slightly, Thong nonchalantly threw in half a box of matches just for fun. Eventually, I got it running. The girls then showed up, Nicole and Lydia of Yong Yap and Euodia of Jerai with Christina. We talked a bit, and my god, Euodia is born to piss people off.

Eventually Martin woke up, and offered me his Milo, that was about 6, i guess. I took a nap after that, till 8. After a breakfast of sugar crackers that Aji totally loved, and left over Milo from the night before, we slipped on our attire for rope activity, that is long sleeved shirts and long pants with shoes. We walked along the beach and up to a rocky landing. From the landing we climbed up on our palms and legs, about 25 feet up. From there, Anuar gave us directions on how to rappel down, safety protocols and such.

Eugene and I were the first to go. As I walked backwards down the steep incline, with the harness bearing my weight, Anuar asked both of us to turn around and look at the beautiful scenery. What I saw was "fucktastic". I saw clear blue all around me, stretching as far as my eyes could see. A few boats dotted the scenery, giving it a very serene look. Closer to shore, the water was crystal clear with a tint of aqua blue, waves were breaking on the dark coloured coral formations, its still etched in my memory, clear as if it was just yesterday. I mumbled a diu lor from the height and the scenery. Eugene assure me that we wouldn't die, shit happens but Beremban is tough. As I began hopping off the cliff face and started rappelling like they do in Call Of Duty, I hear Christina cackling high above me, about me "diu-ing" this and that.

As we went back to camp, we rushed to pack up our gear and change into clothing that was suitable for water. We had the biggest space between two trees, so we shared our tent line with Jerai, and goodness, they took our rope and dint even bother to check, annoyed MAX. We were running around, checking for a tent rope with a yellow labeling, and we finally found it, the guys from Jerai were playing around on the beach without a care in the world, with our rope in their pack.

Sweet Christina, always in debt to her, made us tuna sandwiches. When we put our crafts down on the beach and put sun block on, an Instructor told us about our timings, on our first run, we managed in about 2 hours, and today, we were targeting 1 and a half. When I mentioned coral formations previously, it meant low tide. and for us, low tide was bad. At first, we were optimistic that we could just paddle slowly through the water, then the conditions were becoming too rough and dangerous. I got off the craft reluctantly as my sandals were broken, nothing stands between me and the sharp corals. I pushed the craft forward as Jon used his oar to steer us clear of the corals. If we weren't careful, the waves could breach our bow, and we would just all be stuck. I pushed the craft out about 20 metres from shore, still in shallow water, about 10 more metres to clear waters, I placed my weight on a rather high piece of coral (just about half a foot underwater), and the coral fell of its perch and landed on my foot, gave me quite a shock.

When we finally did get going, I paddled non-stop, stopping occasionally just to take a sip, and persuading the rather mad Jon to take a sip too, as we were under the hot afternoon sun, dehydration was our worst enemy. When we arrived at shore, we were asked to shift our boats to the boat shack and hose it down, removing the salt saturation and sand particles from the hull. We were super tired when we went back to the dorm. After taking a quick shower, most of us were knocked out until dinner time. Apparently, I slept talked some very embarrassing things, something along the lines of "Christina...why?".

Day 5 was a really relaxed day, we learned how to read bearings through a compass, throughout the day, Christina and I were arguing about everything, she PMS? It was decided that Shane would become the first Parangman and I was his backup, eventually, it would be the other way around. Behind us was Thong, as the Navigator, Shern the Pacer, followed by Jon, our expedition leader. Behind them all, were the four Iron men, the people who bore most of the load, Teng Tjun, Eugene, Yasmin, and Agi. The last two were Sweepers, their main purpose was to keep the group from splitting into two, thats Christina followed by Aji.

We went out for a test run at the nearby path. We were to collect alphabets at the checkpoints that would eventually spell out a word. We met Trus Madi half way through. We had nothing on our backs, put Trus Madi were fully kitted out. They had their parangs, gallon bottles, back packs, maps. As always, we spent most of our free time down at the Royal Square, talking about girls, problems, playing games and such. Before dinner, we went into the store, grabbed the backpacks, took out all the equipment that we would require and placed it on a big table at the store and sorted through them and put our loaded equipment in the hall. After dinner, a couple of us went out to collect our ration drums. We were told about our treks, as usual, Group1 and Group2 were split up. On the first day Group1 would take the shortcut to a rock face for rock climbing then to the camping grounds, meanwhile, Group2 would trek along the long way to the camping grounds. On the way back, Group1 would take the long way back to base while Group2 would go to the rock face then go back.

We trekked for about an hour along the road, stopped at a grassy field full of trees to have lunch that we brought with us. I accidentally threw away my fork and spoon. Then we hit a turn off. We placed our backpacks in the van that belongs to OBS, then we carried our bottle with us and walked further up until we saw a rock face. Sure it looked easy, until you had to climb it. We were meant to climb it using our 4 contact points only and the rope was supposed to be used as the safety rope. There were 3 paths up, the 2 at the sides were alright I guess, but the one I chose, the middle one was difficult. I climbed up a few metres quickly and without problems. Suddenly, all the handholds disappeared and those that were there, were too small for me to hold on. Unable to apply weight to my fingers, I was stuck. One of the other Instructors finally got tired of me swinging around cursing and everyone else laughing, and just hauled me up several metres and let me climb over the edge myself. It wasn't embarrassing, I just wasn't good enough. We continued with our trek after a short break, We walked along rocky landscapes, on the edge of jungles and lalangs fields. When we did stop for a break at the top of a little hill, I asked Anuar where was our camping grounds. As an answer, he pointed far away into the distance, to the furthest peak we could see and did a "behind that" sign.

I don't really remember who I trekked with, I only remember we broke formation after some time and I went with Shern, Shane, Thong, Aji and Simone. This time, we trekked easily and was having fun, singing It Ends Tonight by the All American Rejects. When we did arrive at the camping grounds. we had to walk on wet and slippery mud for awhile, with a lake on our left. It was really really pretty when you look far out, but closer, it was dirty, with styrofoam cups floating around.

When we arrived, we were given the biggest piece of land between 2 trees, right in the middle of the grounds, easy access to the firewood area and good communication spot with the other Watches and it was all to ourselves. The two trees we had were nests for ants, and thanks to brainy Jon, he started a fire under a tree and fed it greens, smoking out the whole two trees and half the campsite. Very soon, Jerai and Yong Yap came over to "borrow" some ideas. I dug a hole for our fire to burn and fanned it, getting it up and burning while Shane, Tjun and Shern went off to get the first batch of firewood. Eventually I would join them, starting the madness of chopping down whole trees. When I joined them, I saw the numbers of dead trees, left standing, Shane was chopping the branches. I took the parang from him and started hacking at its trunk instead, taking turns with the other 3, eventually, we brought the tree down. Once we got the rhythm of chopping whole trees, we took down several more, and a few smaller trees.

When I came back to relieve Jon of his fire keeping so he could take a piss or what not, Yasmin came over and poured lots of cooking oil into the fire, making the flames leap up high, which was exactly what Jon dint want. Jon intended to keep the fire low, but running, so we could use the firewood late into the night. Jon was grumbling very much, "Yorr! What the hell is wrong with Yasmin ah...bitch" was the way he grumbled. We were a bit bored with the usual of white rice, sardines, tuna and stuff. So we agreed to pour in two cans of green peas into the pot of rice, turning the rice a shade of green. We ate with Ayam Brand canned curry, it was very spicy! Because I threw away my fork and spoon, I had to wait for someone to finish before I could start. We ate on the limestone hill nearby, the hill had a rock, which looked like an ass with a G-string running through the middle, work of the mischievous Instructors perhaps?

Night was pretty much the same. Talking, joking and stuff. Most of the louder and more outgoing ones we at Yong Yap's fire, meanwhile, the more quiet and down-to-earth were at Beremban. I remember having Simon, Shern, Jon, Moses, and Thong around Beremban fire. One by one, they left for their own watch, due to the Instructors calling a meeting with they're respective Watches. The main point of that night's meeting was about YAC24's swearing, Marcus was swearing way too much, mostly about Cibais and your mama. Anuar also told us about us being very tidy during the first group camp, and very messy now. Obviously after he left, we hurriedly ran around the camp, looking for our cangkul and stuff, fearing to disappoint Anuar. When we were finally done with packing up so we could leave immediately tomorrow, we sat back down at the camp fire to talk more. Before going back to the fire, Shern, Jon, Moses and I went into the bushes to take a piss. We counted one, two three then off our lights together and took our dongs out for a breather in the dark. Without looking, I pointed my torch at Moses's crotch (He was beside me), on the light. Instantly, he shouted "Woi, off the light! Off the light! You looking ah? Off it!" Finally, most of them went to sleep. Simone was the only non-Beremban to join the lot, there was Jon, Thong, Shern and I. We spread open a tent sheet and lay there under the beautiful stars, with the glowing embers shinning dimly. It was truly beautiful, the sky was peppered with stars, unlike the night sky in Kuala Lumpur. Suddenly, black shapes flew high above us, too fast and too dark for us to see, those were bats. I also did see the Singh (Simranjit or the other one?) vomit, with most of the others, their dinner having parties in their stomach. Thank god Beremban's food was clean, none of us went down with any effects besides Eugene, who ate the other Watch's food.

Soon, all of us fell asleep lying there, Simone to my right, and earth to my left. Out of the blue it started raining, with a groan of "what the fuck", I hauled my ass of the sheet and into the tent. I woke up at 5 to the sound of a girl's voice and I sat up quickly, thinking I was in the wrong tent. Turns out Christina was sitting on my left opposite her was Fabian, talking late into the night I presume. It was still drizzling outside. When it stopped raining and we grabbed the buns to eat for breakfast, we checked out the mess outside. The tent sheet had mud on it, since we left it out, rushing to get under the sheets. Worse still was what Shane did. We left our dirty eating utensils inside our mess tins, not intending to use them until we got back to base, we cleared out the leftover rice as much as possible so that we wouldn't have to carry a pot of disgusting half eaten rice with us.

After a quick breakfast, we left for Base. We walked several hundred metres out along the trunk road before turning on to a rut. Along the rut was rubbish that uncaring individuals left, washing machines, sofas and such. Anuar stopped at a point, and pointed to our left, asking us to go ahead now. This was where our adventure began. Immediately, I was greeted by the sight of a stream, the water tinted red by pollution, stench of iron coming from it. There was a wooden pallet floating dead in the middle of the stream seemingly the only way across.I scouted around for just a moment, then the lot behind me were shouting "Just go, Just go!", if only they saw what was in that river! I hopped onto the pallet, praying it would support my weight. Either I din't pray hard enough or God doesn't exist. It sunk immediately, the water level rose to the middle of my shins. With a shout of an angry "Diu Lor", I hopped off and onto the bank on the other side. I climbed up the steep incline, hearing "Dius, fucks" and whatnot's from every person behind me. Once I reached the top of the incline, it was a field of waist high lalang in front of me, snakes perhaps? I asked Shane to go forward, but he said he dint want to. Sigh, me again. At first, I tried chopping at the lalang to clear a path, but in the end, I just pushed through, flattening it.

We had four peaks to go, with Jon giving us 5 minutes rest at every peak, to me, that was too little, but I managed. I'll just fire off what comes to my mind then. We eventually put Yasmin behind Shane, because she was slowing down the whole pack, breaking us into two. Shane and I went as fast as we could, just to piss her off, sad but true. At one point, Shern grabbed her gallon bottle and told her "I take your bottle, now you start moving faster". At one point, she did break down and weep, just for a second or so, then she caught herself. As the parangmen, we had a responsibility for the safety of the whole pack, when we have a particularly dangerous obstacle in front of us, maybe a sharp drop on the left, we would say 'Cliff to the left" and the word would be passed down the line. I was the only one to have been bitten my a leech. What they tell you about leeches, "their bite doesn't hurt" is bullshit. I felt a sharp pain, I pulled up the sleeve of my pants, shouted "Ho Chuay! There's a fucking leech", Beremban's response was "Hoi! Diu lor!". Christina poured the salt on, I saw the leech wriggle. As salt actually removes the water content from the leech, so the leech would seem to shorten and my wound would seem to give off more blood. Those 2 factors made the leech look like it was trying to drill itself into my leg, and I was screaming "Ho Chuay" repeatedly, and they were kind enough to "Hoi" me back, niceties.

There was a point in our journey, where we had to pass a place, full of palm trees which had thorny branches. It was literally full of thorns, thin and long ones, and extremely pointy. I cleared it off, using the parang, bringing the blade down the side of the branch, chopping off the protruding thorns. After our fouth peak, Anuar decided that we did well enough and brought us to a short cut. It took him quite long to find the short cut, which used really difficult paths, a cold and crystal clear stream that flowed past slippery stones. Instead of taking the long route through the jungle and appearing at close to our previous day's road, we appeared near the Instructors' living quarters, then we walked downhill to the main road. Just 200metres from the main gate, we sat down by the side of the road and took a long rest. Most of us dint care about cleanliness, we just lay down on the concrete pavement, Tjun fell asleep on the sidewalk and Shern panicked, thinking that Tjun had heart failure or something. Finally, after 5 hours of hard trekking, we were back at Base.

When we arrived, the first place we went to was by the lone tree at the field. The other three Watches were there already, we were the last. We din't sit down at the tree, we just sort of fell down. After trekking for 5 long and hard hours in soaked shoes, our toes were wrinkly, like sausages. My socks were wet from the water and had blood caked on the top, due to the leech's bite. After we lay down on the grass for a moment, we popped open our bags and took out all the food we had. First, we ate Tuna Sandwiches, then Jam Sandwiches, then Jon started making Tuna & Jam ones, we did the same, so we could enjoy more jam. We even took a spoonful of jam each, and just let it melt in our mouths. Then came the good stuff, Yeo's Ikan Bilis Sambal! Fuyoh, Martin loved that! We had 2 or 3 loaves of Gardenia's Jumbo White Bread. We finished it, clean to the crumbs. The people from Group2 were playing with Milo powder, pouring it on each other, while we were cleaning our things. We hosed down our tent sheets, and cleaned our pots and pans.

Christina volunteered to clean our mess tins for us, half way through, she came back shouting "OI! Which asshole left chicken bones and soggy rice in his mess tin?!" There was chicken bones, rice soaked in curry sauce in the tin. Shane ran behind me, smiling sheepishly, Christina saw that and shouted more at him. Eventually, we started cleaning our gallon bottles, 11 of us, 5 of us washing. We were all wet from top to bottom, since we had been spraying each other with water while cleaning. We took the gallon bottles, rinsed it, then poured the remaining water on the others, we cleaned each bottle several times, maybe more than 4 or 5 times? While Christina was squatting down, washing one of the pots, and I was hosing it for her, Shane came up between Christina and I and whispered "Eh fucker, Look at the bottom of my pants, I'm gonna piss", he pissed in his pants "Woaah, damn hot now" he said softly. The piss dint come out from the bottom, so he lifted his leg, and it still dint come out. "Oh shit, its not coming out. Weh, pinjam the hose" "Shane, eeeew, what the fuck is wrong with you, I'm standing beside you and you're pissing in your pants!"

We were given the day off and told to have a good rest since the following day would be Solo Camping. We spent pretty much the whole day lazing under the sun. At night, after dinner, we were again asked to pack our things, this time, for Solo! Sounded quite scary to us. While we got out our tent pegs, 4 for everybody, there was 1 missing, and Eugene wanted to just take 3 and let everybody else have 4, but Anuar the ever fair guy, dint allow that. If Eugene couldn't have 4, nobody would. At night, we took out all the things, and this time, it was really heavy. While packing out bags, we were singing all the songs that we knew. We even tapped the tent pegs together according to the beat. Nothing really special happened tonight.

D-Day, Solo Camping time! In the morning, I followed Aji to one of his previous Instructors, he asked if Solo was scary. The instructor said not to worry, he told us "Just do what you feel like, if you think of Meagan Fox, *TFK motion* Just do it, the monkeys see you also think "Uggh, what's wrong with these humans"". We followed Anuar to the shack my the boat storage to get our sleeping mats, after filling up our gallon bottles, checking our food supplies, and strapping on our sleeping mat, we were ready to roll.

Anuar asked us to grab some chair and sit in a circe, our last serious discussion for the rest of the camp. It was to discuss our flaws and about things we've learned throughout YAC under the guidance of Anuar. Basically, what everyone said about somebody would be the same. It started with Teng Tjun, followed by Yasmin. I wouldn't deny okay, it was hilarious seeing Yasmin get negative feedback from everyone. Eugene's feedback to Yasmin's was the cutest. He stuck out his finger at each comment he gave. "No Determination, no desire to succeed, sure die one la you.", "I told her she was lazy, no teamwork and a burden on the team". My flaws was that I swear too much, like hey, its just 'Diu Lor" occasionally.

While we were still in the dorm, I gave Jon half of my water proof matches (just matches dipped in hot wax) and some fire starters (paper coated with wax). Anuar then led us out of OB land, and out to the jungle nearby. He brought us to our individual campsites, my campsite was great! I was placed next to Jon, about 15 metres away, but foliage blocking us. After setting up camp, starting a fire and while waiting for night to come, I made a cup of Milo and went to Jon's tent and sat there, talking about girls, and life outside OBS. Suddenly Jon whispered softly "Instructor, Instructor", I replied with, "What, What? (progressively louder) " Suddenly, Anuar appeared out of my blind spot and slashed Jon's tent rope, "1st Warning." and my God, Anuar's voice scared the living shit out of me. I grabbed my cup and ran back to my tent, and I found my tent sheet already lying in a heap, tent rope cut. Oh damn then, I tied it up again, instead of the traditional 2 opening tents that our instructor taught us, I opened up my third side, hence, very good ventilation. My feeble attempts at cooking porridge to eat with canned sardines made me annoyed, and I finally just ate barely cooked rice and sardines. I had problems with the can openers too, damn things wont open my can. I was luckier than Thong though, he forgot to take a can opener and resorted to stabbing the can with a ball point pen over and over again until it opened. I spent most of my free time thinking about what happened for the past 8 days and meditating.

Night was pretty annoying, I woke up several times to me rolling down the hill and my track bottoms riding up my ass. I woke up in the darkness, to see flash lights shining around in the trees to my right and heard Eugene and Thong's voice and Canon rock playing in the back ground, I later found out that Canon Rock, the Jerry C version was playing from a club nearby. They couldn't see my camping spot, since my fire had died out long ago. I whipped out my green laser and signalled them over, desperate for some human contact. It was 12 at that time, and those 2 continued walking around, searching the grounds for anyone still awake. They ended up at Shern's tent, talking throughout the whole night. I woke up at 5, to a loud buzzing noise, and damn, there was a bee in my tent. I quickly started a fire, hoping to smoke it out again, When I eventually got the fire going, it was dawn already. I put a cup of water to boil and poured in two or three packs of coffee powder in, I was just about to pour it out, when Aji came along, backpack on him, fully prepared and ready to go. He was told to pass the message around that we were leaving soon. Nice guy as always, he helped me roll up my sleeping mat and packed my camp a bit while I shared a cuppa with him. We continued on, to see Shane already at Jon's camp. Jon was cooking something while Shane wanted to take a piss in his fire. We walked about the campsites helping each other pack, eventually, we sat at the biggest clearing which was where the Instructor's camp was, and they had hammocks!

We walked back happily, knowing that the night went by smoothly and without any problems. Along the way, Anuar briefed us on what was happening that night. Barbecue night babe! We had practiced our performances several times, very pretty fluent, but the sad thing was that, our "Beremban!" "Diu lor!" thing couldn't be done on stage, since parents were gonna be around. When we went back, we lay under the sun for a very long time, tanning our already very dark skin, peeling it further. That was when Nicole asked me to do cartwheels with her. Aji was kinda annoyed by us, like "Crazy one they all, sitting under the 3 o'clock sun." When 5pm came, Beremban went off to the barbecue pits to roast the chicken wings, while the other Watches went to do their respective duties. It was pretty much the same. Group1 guys were sitting down by the beach before the parents came. We were unwilling to go back to our parents, intending to sit by the beach forever, letting time freeze without a care in the world. As night came, we ate, then it was the same as all parties with best friends. Just imagine one party, and everyone attending has been through serious ups and downs and has helped you through it, you trusted them and they dint let you down, basically, these were all your best friends. My brothers in arms and a sister in hand. We were drunk without alcohol that night, we drankAji's parents brought his phone, so he playing music on full volume. Martin started dancing on the floor, touching his body like how strippers would. And the scene got progressively more wild, he started un-doing his shirt, and danced on the tables. Just before it was time for the parents to leave, us, OBS participants chained our hands together and sang the OB Spirit, Auld Lang Syne

When the parents left and the Instructors were still awake, we sang a bit in the hall. To this day, the faces of everyone, smiling happily but sad cause they know what was going to happen the following day. The Instructors sent us off to our dorms, but it was the last night, so no one listened to them. YAC24 were at the barbecue area, while OYP (another course who finished on the same day as we did) were at the Royal Square. We lay down and took a good look at the stars for the last time, taking pictures of ourselves. At 2, most of us had fell asleep there, suddenly, one of the Instructors from OYP, ( people see him as quite arrogant, and very strict) came in through the main gates and started shouting at us to go back to the dorm, threatening to tear up our certificates. We went up to the dorm, and just sat around for half an hour or so, chatting.

When the next morning came down, did our last morning exercise together, then Beremban went up to one of the classrooms to talk about what we've learnt, and how we feel about OBS and our favourite activity. We went back to the dorm to pack our bags, own, with out bags packed, pillows wrapped in our bed sheets and blankets, We sat on the steps in front of the hall, saying our last good byes. I dint see just a pair of teary eyes. Anuar said we had to do one last thing for him before he presented us our badges, I'm not sure how the other Watches did it, but we were made to run 50 metres, shouting "I want _____" , filling in the blanks ourselves, and we were suppose to run and shout all in one breath. We were all running very spiritedly, except Yasmin. Sad case, she ran 2 steps, and said in a semi-loud voice, "I want.." We dint hear the rest cause she suddenly went on mute. Anuar was a bit embarrassed about that happening. as he dint wanna force her to do something she dint want, so he just called her over to where we were standing, on the field, in front of the staircase where everyone was sitting. We asked Anuar if we had done good enough and he said it wasn't while smiling. Playing us for as long as he could! The last thing he did was really really funny, we had to run around the mass of people on the steps and do animal sounds and actions! I mimicked a pig, Shane was being a monkey and Jon being a bull. It was really weird, Anuar playing us kao-kao until the end. We finally got our badges. We were standing in a file, then Anuar clipped our collar badges on us, a very very proud moment for us, and for him too, I bet. Since he has said previously that we were one of his best batches. After our badges were on, Jon shouted "Everybody, group hug Anuar!", we crowded around Anuar and did so.

When the driver finally called the Singaporeans to get into the van, for the bus back to Lion City, we knew it was time to ciao, I think the only person I hugged was Eugene, who left pretty early. While we were sitting on the steps, we suddenly had a brainstorm. After 10 days of white rice and stir fried vegetables and the occasional fancy beef stew, we needed a treat, McDonald's! The big bunch of us went to McDonald's, our group consisted of Thong and his cousin, Teng Tjun, Jon, Shern, Ajinomoto and his brother, Christina, Martin, Shane, Holy Shit, Brendan and I. It was at this point where Martin asked Christina "Eh? Where's your Indonesian maid?", he was actually referring to Yasmin, from then on, the name Indonesian Maid was stuck until now. We chatted a bit more, shook hands and stuff. I ate a really really big meal. I took a Big Breakfast set with Fillet 'O' Fish, and added another Fillet 'O' Fish and topped it all off with 2 sundaes, sweet! To this day, eating McDonald's Chocolate Sundae brings back memories. We left one by one, the feeling of a bunch of besties splitting up is an indescribable feeling.

Several days after OBS and when I was home bumming, before sleeping I would occasionally sing the OB Spirit just for fun, think about starting fires, fiddle with my trusty torch and all before I slept. Even in the day, sometimes I had that "Thousand yard look" in my eyes, staring off into space. Of course I got a scolding from my mom for being a moody ass. When I was online, chatting with the Bounders, when I turn around, I would somehow expect all of them to be behind me, and the "Ho Chuay" that was coming out would be stuck in my throat. 6 months after OBS, I'm much better of course, all these "hallucinations" of friends has stopped.
And this is the end of my report-ish writing about my experience at OBS. Like what most Bounder's said, its like going in with a very simple, childish mind, and coming out independent, confident and grown up, in other words, coming out a different person. I would like to return to OBS another day, but not this year.

To any parent out there that is reading this, this is the real deal, no censorship, no red tape, but pure stuff. All fact and no fiction. And if you have just a vague idea of sending your child to OBS, it is definitely worth it.

"Ho Chuay" to the great YAC24, and "Diu Lor" to the even greater Beremban. We've got these experiences at a teenage, while most people don't even have these when they leave Earth. Classic Course anytime soon, mates?

Mountain Dew obsession

2010-06-06T05:14:00.000+08:00

That's Mountain Dew, its a very powerful drink. Induces a natural high, much like beer, when you drink in a group, its more fun.

That's using the studio lighting I have in my room.

How to stalk like a pro.

2010-05-01T21:41:00.000+08:00

This is the "kill people" kind of stalk, where you follow them silently and without them being aware, then you knife them from the back, OR you could just follow them around and take photos of them. Prefably the latter.

The main things are as follows.

1. Make things that you carry are silent and do not produce sounds that are unnatural in your surroundings. Having your bag's steel zips clinking together is not natural in a park.

2. Remove reflective objects

Try not to have reflective material on you. That includes glasses, watches, shiny belts as these may reflect light, if they reflect light directly into your target's eyes, he'll definitely be on high alert.

3. Watch your shadow and reflections.

Always remember where the light source is. If it is behind you, try to keep your shadow out of his view. The human eye's view is extremely wide, about 110 degrees. If you plan to ambush your target, and you realise that your shadow is crossing your target's path, make sure you do not move. It works better if you're up against a car or a wall as it adds more distortion. Another thing is reflection in the area around you, and this is the hardest to watch out for.

4. While stalking, try not to go too close, 20-30 metres is good enough. Always walk slowly, as it is easier for the eyes to spot colour differences and movement. Try to wear colours which blend in. Ofcourse wearing camo-fatigues is not practical in urban areas, plus, you'll look stupid. So just try to wear dark colours such as black/grey, or colours natural to your surroundings.

Stupid tips for sneaking out of your room at night. If you think your family is asleep and the house is naturally dark, and you intend to use a torch.

1. Off all electrical appliances in your room, and wait for a moment before you open the door just a crack, just to look out. Obviously, the reason to this is because you don't want light flooding your hallway. And less obviously, is so your eyes get used to the darkness.

2. To use lights in your room and not wanting light to leek out through the cracks under the door. Usually, its the crack under the door that gives you away, the ones on the sides are less threatening. Use a towel, and just line it against the door crack when the door is closed.

3. If you have a uber loud door lock like mine. Mine is a lever style handle with the turning kind of lock. Disarming the door is extremely loud. The quietest way is to hold the lever with one hand, and the lock in the other. Push the lever slowly until you feel it against the disarming mechanism, then turn the lock and push at the same time and really slowly.

4. Regularly lubricate your door hinges, especially if your door is heavy. If you still cant get rid of that squeaking, after you open the door an inch (from 1.), just swing the door open as quickly as you can. when you're out, close it quick too.

Stalker wins.

Herro, Herring.

2010-04-30T18:59:00.000+08:00

This is how fun we are. This was all taking on the day that we took our class photos.

Super relaxed!

Then freezed, retarded us.

Then sat down again. See my middle finger ? Its T3h Awesum!

Pretty much sums up that we're the coolest class around.

2010-04-25T21:10:00.000+08:00

Thats Lucas, the dog. Named Lucas in remembrance of George Lucas, well, George is still very much alive.

Boiling water the old fashioned way but using modern equipment. During your mother's time, they used boring yellow flames. Now, we're modern, so we added a little colour into it!

And this is just impressive. My window was open at a 45 degree angle, the image of me and the garden reflected in the glass. While the actual subject was Ann and Lucas.

Post 203.

2010-04-20T22:28:00.000+08:00

Crows caw as the sky darkens.

Emotions fall as the raindrops do.

Davy Jones's locked is where my heart'll be.

Stabbed someday, it will be.

Bad day, bad day.

Beautiful week I'll say, mate!

2010-04-10T23:18:00.000+08:00

This week was a particularly wonderful one.

It all started with a sweet Monday. We cooked some distinctively Malaysian food, the most common, but the hardest to master, Nasi Lemak. It was great, I say! The team I was in cooked potato curry, and since we had some guys from the East part of Malaysia, the made Layer Cake. Make was just "suppose to", then we ended up buying it from Baker's Cottage if I remember right, RM15 for just a small block. Michael and the other Indians brought some crazy Indian stuff. Crazy was the word, as some cookies they brought were extremely sweet. To eat the cookie without gagging, one must nibble in slowly.

Much like a rabbit.

Tuesday was just like any other Tuesday. Boring little mess of Economics, did that dreaded BM oral test. With a pinch of Add Math thrown in the mix.

Wednesday was really awesome. We did our moral peka, the one which has marks for SPM.
As always, I was the photographer. On top of just making sexually suggestive remarks while doing some gardening, the white balance on that day was near perfect.

Macro of the plants, the girls were just props.

Me hoe-ing some earth.

Adrian sweeping a tree.

Everyone crowding up cause they found quite a number of worms in that area. Caused a ruckus, even the fat girl behind turns to look.

Ah Shan hoe-ing too, looking on is the prefect. I don't know who that Indian guy is.

Then we did some freezes while still downstairs.

You will know this sport, by its more common name, Quidditch.

A farmer's band.

Michael the gay farmer.

Group photo without me.

Shot abit with Pui Shan, then went off to do..

..more freezes.

Continue-ing,

Thursday was sports day, I just plonked my ass down instead of running like an ostrich.

Friday was an all sleep day. Most students were exhausted from the sports from the day before, so they stayed home, and those who came, just slept as the attendance rate was really low.

Today (Saturday) we took a tour to Berjaya College. Frankly, I wasn't expecting it to be great. I've seen Kenny Sia's post about KDU and all, and those look good. I expected KDU to be better compared to Berjaya. How wrong I was.

Some little things that I've seen are.

Seperate kitchens for Western and Asian cuisine, as the Asian cooking methods require really high heat in a short amount of time.

Bakery lab. 3 different kinds of texture for you to roll your dough. Tiled, marble, and wood.

Coffee lab. Several kinds of coffee, teaches you about espressos, lattes, decorating cappuccinos and similar.

Fine dining restaurant. Open to the public to make reservations. Chefs and waiter and waitresses are all students, as practice so they get the nerves when they go out to the real world.

Some cake place, din't go in there though.

Currently, thats all the examples I can think of.

SE for sex?

2010-03-20T17:10:00.000+08:00

I was Googling up SE for the Sony Erricson official website, and guess what came up?

Happy New Year all.

2010-02-18T10:14:00.000+08:00

And Valentines for you lovebirds out there. Din't have much things to blog about for the past few weeks la. I'll summarise up the things, a little lazy to write in full.

Went to Subang with Wei, to test the RC track. It was full throttle through the corners as the track was meant for cars which were 1/10 or 1/8, and mine was 1/16. Once I hit the curb, the car goes sailing through the air and doing somersaults.Happened a few times. When I came back and checked the car, my double wishbone suspension was slightly bent, currently, the right suspension is super hard and squeaks. All the the tires are bald. My shell's scratched and the paint's off. My Am receiver was knocked off. But my motor's still spinning at a proud 28000 RPM!!

Speaking about cars, My uncle from Hong Kong. He has a Ferrari 360 Modena, from an original 460 Horsepower, pushed to 560hp. Lower and harder shocks were installed, as well as 1 inch on each side, spacers. With a roll cage. He has pushed the car to 280KM/ph. And every time he enters the track, and the aftermath of the race costs him about 30,000 Hong Kong Dollars. He's a rich man, he can cope with that :D

Because my HK uncle was staying in my house, went back to my grandmother's place in Kuala Pilah one day later than usual. Usually we go up on the first, on the second day, we go visiting for the whole day. And on the third day, we hit the road. This year, we went visiting before going up hill.

Late at night, I took a piece of PVC pipe and put an extremely powerful cracker in it, and filled the top with paper shreds and orange peel wtf. My dad scolded me for thinking about it when he saw the cracker in the tube. He would shit bricks if he saw that I actually did it. And some old time stuff, bombed the guard at Dewan Rakyat, a cracker in the backlane, to wake everybody up.

On a more peaceful note, the music selection for the wedding has been decided. Just time to practice. Chicken-0-7!

Broadcasting from Ground Zero.

2010-01-23T23:32:00.000+08:00

This is Tan Yee Juinn, broadcasting from Ground Zero, Desa Parkcity. The Zombie Apocalypse has started. Any survivors are welcome. I will be waiting at The Water front everyday, at 12 mid day, when the sun is at its highest.

Sounds familiar? "I Am Legend" has something like that.

Currently stressing my testicles off lah. Hitting the books now. I've finished revising Form 4's Chapter 1, still doing triangles and differenciation.

I'm in pornography photography. A competition's coming up. Most creative portait photo wins. Anybody volunteers to be the subject? Cousins are preferable. The shots are at night. Help :)

Twenty-Ten. Good or Bad?

2010-01-15T23:30:00.000+08:00

Frankly speaking, I'm trying to be optimistic about '10.

But its just sucking a little bit more every time.

Haiti's major earthquake? Major sadness man.

I'm Ketua Kebersihan for this year. I get to set the duty roster. I get to order my minions around. Prepare to die bitches! Got the cleanest class on the first week of school already. 2nd week? Mine? Definitely. Planning to get a 10 week streak, will be a record, I guess.

I'm going off to bed now. School days are just so god damn tiring.

Good night, to anyone out there that is still reading.

Scram, '09, make way for twenty-ten.

2010-01-03T15:30:00.002+08:00

The last of the first day of school is tomorrow.

My cousins and I had several sleepovers for the past 2 months and it worries me how fast we grow up. When telling your other cousins your own stories to update that "little kid" image of you they have in their mind. I kid you not, when I heard my cousins tell me about some things, that "little kid" image was wiped clean, and out comes a teenager.

Recently, Joo Lee and Jamin went for their Form 5 Prom, they just graduated. In 1 years time, someone of my generation is getting married. In 2 months time, someone is going back to college. In 5 years time, many of my generation will be off studying in other countries. In 10-15 years time, I could get married.

When will we ever have sleepovers again? When we're 30?

Time for me to buck up and '09 to fuck off. I hated '09, probably the bad on my part, but still, it sucked.

Probably one of my worst years, in terms of academical improvement. My mom suggested that I went over to the Chan's to study together with them, after the few times I studied with them at sleepovers, it was always very good. And, I agree with her, I should go more often.

Non-academical on the other hand, has never been better.

This year, through OB, I have learned more about overcoming fears, more than anything else. You do have to overcome your fear, when your only way down, is by a rope and your fate lies in your own hands. The only way to release tension (and fear) was probably for me to shout "Diu lo".

Physically, this is the best I've been in my 16 years of life. And hrough the inter-fighting in my circle of friends, I have learned to leave them alone and not take sides when its between 2 good friends.

Help a man, he could be your best friend for the day. Shun the other and he could be your enemy for the year.

Developed lots of good friends this year, from Outward Bound, normal friends from school getting "Up-ed" to good friends. Some people this year, had me channeling all my negativity towards them as they were pissing everyone off.

And to some people here and there, sorry I had to lie to you. It was for the greater good, that, I shit you not. The lies I made was to prevent you from attending our outings, parties, whatever. These people, the only way to describe them would be "asshole".

Hopefully 2010 would be a little more merciful to everyone, in terms of the financial crisis and whatnots.

Nakamaju liao! Pt. 3

2009-12-30T18:23:00.003+08:00

Part 3 is just a place to load photos ; photos I think worthy to be blogged about.

The sand there was fine like hell okay, even finer than the ones at Lang Tengah.

Same place, but with Advent with the light behind him.

And that's the house I was living in, massive land, massive built up area.

That's their super cute, super horny, super no-balls dog. That fella's dick always erect one, and always runs off when I swing my arms wildly (for I-don't-know-what reason)

Shooting Advent playing the computer.

Another fantastic shot from Bukit Tivong.

Pui Shan, Britney and Adrian, you din't come for this is your loss weh!

Nakamaju liao! Pt. 2

2009-12-30T18:05:00.003+08:00

Part one was more on all the nature-nature stuff and now, part 2 is about people. Please be aware, some photos in part 2 weren't shot by me, but by Audrey (Abel's sister).

We had barbecue parties almost every 2 nights. This was shot on the first one.

And that's the last one on the 28th, for Advent's birthday party. I bought him a 1kilo cake for that occasion since I din't get him a present. He was really annoyed for the whole duration of the party, he was complaining about how much he din't want this party cause there were loads of people.

And, that's called ketam-ketam. Basically there are 3 dice in that cup, each die shows one image. When the cup is shaken and lifted, the 3 dice would show 3 images of the 6. So the chances of winning is 50%. Assuming you put RM10 on the crab, and when the cup is lifted and the images shown are 2 crabs and 1 fish. You win RM20 and you take back the RM10 you used to bet. Money is collected if your image isn't shown.

And that's Myra on the left and Abel on the right, they were splitting their earnings as the banker, RM90 each.

That's what we do every night, just sit and lepak, and (usually) drink beer. On Christmas Eve, I drank 4 tins of beer and still wasn't feeling drunk, then when I woke up, I had an allergy. Until now, the allergy hasn't totally cleared up yet.

That's Jesselton Point, our yum cha spot.

L>R : Abel, Advent, Jameson, Audrey and Fred ; Audrey's boyfriend

That's them.

End of story.

Nakamaju liao! Pt. 1

2009-12-30T17:35:00.004+08:00

Sabah was crazy. Abel told me that he lives in a city.

Gosh, cities on the West side and cities on the East side are damn bloody different.

In Bahasa Melayu + Sabahan slang + Sabahan accent. "I live in a city"
In English + Kuala Lumpur's "ma, ma and la, la" - accents. "I live in a freaking kampung"

I slept in Advent's room. A very cozy room with slanting ceilings and a TV set for watching porn. For the first two days, I was on a killing spree, spraying cockroaches.

My best friend, a can of cockroach spray. Cockroaches were appearing every time I left the room and came back. In those 2 days, I killed more then 10, I bet. Met Abel's foster brother, Jameson.

The cool thing about Sabah is that, it is damn bloody cold if you're not expecting it.

I woke up at 5.30 , but this was shot at 6.30. That hill is called Bukit Tivong. You can see mist all over the it. At 6, the whole hill is obscured with mist.

About Bukit Tivong, we did climb up it. We arrived at the base of the hill at 5.30.

This was shot at the base of the hill.

Just some way up, after this shot

There was grass growing up to my waist. I thought I dropped my wallet, so we borrowed a machete to chop down the grass and look for my wallet, turns out I left it at home =.=.

When we finally left to climb the hill, by that time, the sun was setting, so we rushed up the hill to catch sunset.

Half way up the hill.

Thats Jameson and Advent walking along the path with bamboo trees flanking it.

The plants making a frame for the sky.

Besides all these hilly walks and things, we also went to Sutera Harbour ; a very high class place that cheapos like me can't afford. We went there for a swim but the other 2 ended up ogling at girls wtf.

After swimming, we ate at the cafe located there too. Food was amazing but expensive like hell. Members pay RM20 for a plate of Carbonara while non-members pay RM40, shocking isn't it. I took a really HUGE bowl tub of Soto Ayam and a cup of Sherry Temple. From the cafe, we had a nice view of the harbour and sun set.

and

Kota Kinabalu.

2009-12-18T18:56:00.002+08:00

Not the Gunung. I'm jetting off to Sabah tomorrow! Taking a flight at 11am.

I'm coming back on the 29th! Don't miss me, mates! Sleepover at Shern's when I come back, can? :)

Gotta wake up by 7am. Damn.

P.S: Fret not, whoever who wants to contact me can still use the usual way, hand phones.
P.P.S: Ah Bao, you still can text me whenever you feel like it :)
P.P.P.S: I got myself a pair of Asics! Got the Onitsuka Tiger's design on them. Woots!

Edit: Is it just me, or Google Chrome is suddenly very very damn slow?

What we've learned.

2009-12-14T23:19:00.000+08:00

There were lots of little little lessons learnt from OBS, and when all of it is put together, it is one BIG valuable lesson!

Most of it was about conquering my fears and working with others to conquer theirs, helping out whenever someone is in desperate need, team work and determination.

I did have to go out in the middle of the freaking night with the terrible weather and a torch, to go get my mates back to the dorm, and I had to do it alone. That was probably one of the biggest fear crushers I've ever done. Although I went down to get them up, I wasn't able to get them back to the dorm because they ran back to the dorm while I was far away. When I came back, they were thanking me for going out alone, bravery they called it, stupidity as I know it. I believed I have helped to make them more determined about conquering their own fears.

Another one was the rappelling. Fun as it was, there was my fear of heights. Hanging off a ledge 20 feet above ground level and able to see everything. Overcome your fears and you will find the fun.

The last one was the Solo Camp. Sleeping alone in a tent with 3 openings was quite a new experience. I could hear footsteps (Instructor's, I din't know it then) cracking twigs and little branches falling on my tent. Some of the other guys had it worse. They did not have torches or had really really crappy torches which could barely light up their own tent.

And about team work. All the rope activities we had, we had to trust our friends at the top/bottom to let us arrive safely. Besides that, while we were crowded around our campfires (before solo camp), Holy and Kumaren wanted to listen to ghost stories and things like that. I told them not to talk about such things as we were in the middle of the jungle and we din't want to scared during Solo, which was just a few days off. And they did stop talking about these things!

Another one was during jungle trekking, since Christina is really really pint sized, we helped her out my lightening her back pack and Eugene took her 4.5kilo bottle for her. Even when we go through downhill mud slides, Shane and I held on to each other's hands so that we have a lower chance of slipping.

The biggest lesson learnt will probably be about determination. Want to get through all the shit that happens? Determination.

Like what everybody said, coming up from OBS is like coming out a whole new person. Sense of confidence to be able to do everything. Sense of graduating an elite.

To serve, to strive, and not to yield!

I got the OB Spirit 2!

2009-12-13T14:01:00.002+08:00

Day 7th- 9th of December
Let our Navigator set the course for the way back home. Had to climb 4 peaks. Started the trek by having to jump into a super polluted river. Water smelled of iron and was red in colour. Trekked for 5 hours with wet shoes. Lots of uphills, bad experience for me since I have bad ankles. All Berembans disliked the Malay girl for not giving any teamwork, pushed her to go faster, every stop we make, she whines. Biten by a leech, it has a sharp pain for a moment, then it starts filling it self up. Put salt on it. Ate lunch under the big tree at OBML. Put a spoonful of strawberry jam into our mouths, good stuff. Had Tuna + Jam sandwiches too. First time food was so good.

Day 8th- 10th of December
Not really sure what happened. Was given a chance to clean our clothes. I din't bother with it, just blew it all with deodorant. Shot each other's nipples with Deo in the dorm, funny reaction from everyone. Had a briefing on our Solo Camp tomorrow.

Day 9th- 11th of December
Had a group discussion with Anuar. Had to get feedback from our team mates on our stong points and weaknesses. Christina, Ajinomoto and Teng Tjun says I swear too much. Shane says I'll help him when he's in deep shit. When it was the Malay girl's turn, we had to cover our mouths to prevent her from seeing us laughing out. She got the worse feedback from everyone. "No teamwork", "work together next time", "we are Beremban, without teamwork, we are nothing"

Left for our campsite at around 10am. My camping spot was good for fire, terrible ground for sleeping. Set up my tent and got my fire going. Made a cup of Milo and went to Jon's tent. For that, the instuctor cut my tent rope. Ran back to my tent and set it up again, made it into an open-concept tent, literally bringing modern architecture into the jungle.

The afternoon passed well enough, the night was terrible. Just before sleeping, I piled a big bunch of leaves into my fire to generate smoke to smoke out my campsite. It was a mosquito free night. Woke up at midnight to Eugene and Thong walking around the path around my camp, they couldn't find me, used my laser to signal them. Woke up every 2 hours or so cause I was rolling down the hill. Woke up again at around 5, muslim prayers, found a big bee in my tent too, scared the shit out of me. At 7, Ajinomoto came to my tent site, I shared some coffee with him. Jon and Aji helped pack up my campsite.

Went back to prepare for Barbecue night. We sat in the sun as Nicole taught us about doing round-offs. We cooked chicken wings, fantastic chicken! Prepped our presentation too. During barbecue night, I screwed up on stage :/. Received our presentation from the Director of OBML. Danced and sang till 12am and lay down and fell asleep around the barbecue pits, got yelled at by the instructor to go back at 1am.

Day 10th- 12th of December
Woke up late today, expected to be given punishment by the instructors as there were about 20 people late, girls were the latest. While waiting, we saw Lydia running to us and told us Christina sprained her ankle. I yelled "Beremban", and Berembans replied "Diu Lorr!" as we ran towards them towards Christina to help out. From afar, we saw Christina walking alright, as we got closer, we realised that was Yeodia that sprained.

Instructor asked us to run a distance of 50 metres while screaming "I want..(fill in oyurself)..", also to hop around in crowds of people like an animal complete with sounds and actions. For this, we got our Outward Bound badge and group hugged Anuar.

After buying OB merchandise, we waited for awhile then left for Mc Donald's. Jon, Shern, Martin, Shane, Thong, Teng Tjun, Christina, Ajinomoto, Holy and I met up awhile later. I ate a Fillet 'O' Fish breakfast set with an extra Fillet 'O' Fish. Teng Tjun, Martin, Christina and I went to get our second serve, which was desert :p

When I went back home, I took a really really long shower. Was real pissed after that, the stupid maid opened up my display cabinet and took put everything. Broke Brother's Ferrari F40, stupid bitch. Wrecked already. Shot a few pictures of myself to show the tan.

1Day after OBS
Cocked out for 12hours. Woke up around midday. Muscles aching, mood's sorrowful, still missing them lot. Suppose to meet up at Sunway another day. Hotchuwei!

Sorry ah, my grammar sure damn wrong here, I am still damn exhausted. Pardon me.

I got the OB Spirit!

2009-12-12T22:30:00.003+08:00

This post is about OBS, its gonna be in a diary form as it is too long to be in passage form.

Day 1- 3rd December
Today when I woke up at 6, I nearly forgot it was my birthday, as I was so darn excited about Outward Bound. Ate an early breakfast today and left for Shern's house. Hitched a ride on his dad's new CLK to Puduraya bus station. Nearly missed the bus due to those bastard child bus drivers. Bought Konsortium's bus ticket and told us to get onto Awarna's bus. Thank god the seats were comfortable. Asked the driver to wait for a few minutes cause I needed to go to the John, he just waved me away. Arrived at Lumut bus station at around 1.30pm, and had lunch there. Took a van to OBS, rode with the windows down, the smells flooding in. From durians to the sweet scent of the jungle wafting in. Registered my name and found that my watch's name is "Beremban", found out Shern was in my watch too, so yay us. Had a group discussion about what we hoped to achieve from Outward Bound. Found out we're staying in the Beremban dorm together with Trusmadi. Beremban arrived first, so we hogged the top bunks.

Day 2-4th December
The day which new acquaintances are made. Today, some crazy guy from Trusmadi's alarm clock rang at 4.45, waking the whole dorm up. Went down really early to sit by the beach and let the fresh sea breeze wake us up. Woke up extra early to do a store check. Counted the equipment. Had rope activity in the afternoon. With the ABC's.

A-Anchor
B-Belayer
C-Climber

Lock and check, squeeze check, am I on belay, instructor check, climbing. Jon, Shern and I were in the 3 person team. Was kinda fun. Learned about ropes so we could set up our own tent.

At 11pm, our dorm had our lights off, I wasn't asleep, thinking about the some Trusmadi guys and Beremban mates caught in the rain outside. Went out in a raincoat, with a torch on the right hand and Kukumalu's raincoat in the other hand. The wind was howling like in horror movies, the torch only threw a small beam of light through the thick rain, with bull frogs croaking. The most terrifying experience I've had in a long long time. Gained the respect of the guys for facing their fears and the torrential rain.

Day 3- 5th December
The day which Beremban was recognised for their "Diu lor diu lor". Had Kayaking lessons in the morning, learned how to capsize, very fun lah, nothing scary. Our sea expedition starts at 2pm plus, Jon was my kayaking buddy. Paddled 5km in 1 and a half hours. Din't use sunscreen, much darker than before. Terrible, the water's near Pangkor island had shit water floating around. We set up tent by 6, and had a fire burning well into the night. Went to sleep at 10 and woke up at 12. Thong woke up with me too, offered him some Milo. The fire was dead, no ambers. Had to start a fire with logs about 1 inch in diameter, was difficult. At 1 or 2, girls showed up, Nicole, Lydia, Christina and Yeodia. More showed up, Ajinomoto too. Went to talk outside the girl's tent till 4. Took a one hour nap till 6am. While cooking dinner, 2 really really big bugs landed on my shoulder and I started jumping around hysterically and shouting "diu lor diu lor diu lor" at the top of my lungs. Little did I know, the whole YAC was within ear shot.

Day 4- 6th of December
Did some rappelling, also known as abseiling. Used the "figure of 8" to leap about 20 feet down a vertical rock cliff. Did the COD4 thing, like in the movies. Paddled back to OBML at 2. It was low tide at Pangkor, at the shore, the deepest it could get was 1 foot. Deep shit, 20 kayaks all huddled together to get through, leg got crushed by a damn coral. Came back and cleaned all the equipment, really nice experience.

Day5- 7th of December
Nothing much happened, just learned about navigating with a compass and bearings. Took a little hike in the jungle, missed a checkpoint and had to back track.

Day6- 8th of December
We did some serious rock climbing. Even the toughest in the whole YAC had to be pulled up by the instructors. Took a many hour trek to get to our campsite. This campsite was good, lots of dead trees around. Shane, Teng Tjun and I took a parang each and chopped down 7 trees in total for firewood. Fire was good that night.

To be continued. .

Happy Birthday to youu.

2009-12-02T18:09:00.000+08:00

Happy Birthday to you December guys!

Me first! Study hard next year, little man!

E Wei! You better stop pissing me off already, this year you've crossed the line too much man. Happy Birthday to you anyway.

Britney Li! Good friend who bitches together with me!

Meagan (Fox)! College next year? Go chase the dream of cracking joints :)

Skater boy, Shern! Erm, F4 next year, sucks to be you, mate.

Adrian, the guy who listens and gets in trouble! Dude, good one on you following my advice to go break it man.

Wen Mun, the loyal customer! I'm stopping my little business of selling knives next year leh, so better buy my last stocks now.

Joey, that random guy! If you're reading this, good then.

The perverted AEM, Advent! See you in Sabah, hommey.

And Sara, if you ever see this hey? Asked you for prom sometime back, little did I know, it got cancelled last minute.

OBS.

I'm going to OBS in half a days time.

2009-12-02T17:49:00.001+08:00

with a bucket load of horse shit on my head. That's what happens when you go to the barber my dad goes to. Damn agro now.

Told her to cut my hair to be thin, not short. She said okay. Then after some cutting. My whole head's hair is so damn fucking thin, without any sideburns. But the fucking long fringe is still there. The fringe is until my eyebrow, and that bitch manage to lop side my head. I HAD to tell her to shorten in.

Damn fcking dulan now. Grr.

The pictures as promised.

2009-11-28T21:50:00.000+08:00

The Haiboxing RC car.

See? Even got the racing bonnet lock.

The drive shaft for the front since the motor is at the rear

Blur, but okay. Suspension coil with shock absorber.

Individual double wishbone suspension actually, see that? Its tipping.

The super powered motor with a heat sink.

Back from a party.

2009-11-28T18:12:00.003+08:00

Not Nicole's party, this post isn't actually dedicated to her, but since I'm doing a post now, I might as well wish her here.

Happy Birthday, Nicole.

Moving on.
I celebrated my birthday today with my family. It was good since I hadn't seen most of them cause they're taking SPM this year, so for the past few months, it has been cousin-less. Had a party today, ate lots of good food, pizza (Wei made), ice cream cake (mom made EVERYTHIING from scratch).

I wouldn't have done this post if I din't have a highlight today.

While I was unwrapping my presents (with my extended family all around), I got hit hard by something on the foot. To be continued later, other presents first.

I got a Reef polo-shirt and board shorts from Aunt Sab, a Tropicana Life long sleeve and
T-shirt from Aunt Sim. And, that thing that hit me on the leg as I stated in the previous paragraph?

A Radio Controlled Car, from Yee Hou and Yee Wei. Rock on!

My aunts and uncles were all like "Hey, aren't you 16 already?", "That's a kid's toy lahh!"

The car looked like crap from the outside due to the cheap plastic body shell, by the way, I din't think that when I looked at it, until later, when my brother told me about it.

There is spare parts for almost all the components of this car. And it is EXTREME. I've always told you guys about my previous Peugeot 306 RC with double wish bone suspension as being the most high tech car and all. This beats it.

Double wish bone suspension all around. All wheel drive. Adjustable shell height. Camber for the front. Toe in for front and rear. Differential for front and rear. Adjustable turning radius. from very tight to very wide.

When the turning radius is set to the tightest, it can do donuts so tight until that the middle of the donut is just behind the front wheel.

There is foam shock protectors on the front and rear so that, in the case of a collision, the chassis would be well protected.

The motor is a high performance, to the extent that it requires a heat sink.

Thank you thank you thank you brothers!

PS, pictures later.

Dah Potong?

2009-11-26T21:48:00.000+08:00

That is a pro.

Things I dislike about SMS-es and IMs.

2009-11-25T21:39:00.000+08:00

The most annoying thing that could possibly happen to us when typing to other people is.

When you type one whole paragraph worth of words, their answer is only

"K", "lol", or "swt emoticons like -.-'', -__-"

I particularly dislike the swt's.

Its like when you tell them a particular stupid thing that happened to you, and they do that damn emoticon, its like their mocking you, as if you wanted it anyway.

And another one is when you're SMS-ing, they just suddenly leave without a word of "bye". And you wait for 30minutes for the reply. And it doesn't come. :(

Nostalgia, I will grow old :(

2009-11-23T18:10:00.000+08:00

When listening to Lenka's We Will Not Grow Old, and looking through these pictures,

Sentimental .

Back from Beijing.

Band mates. hearts to all.

Shern and I having

a Burger King while karaoke-ing.

Jamin and I.

Having a nice stroll at 3am. :)

After the late night of drinks and walks.

Having a gig while at a party.

Thanks to Wei Yi for most of the photos. :)

All up for another round on the 18th of December? :( Wei Yi, try to come lah.

Wtf?

2009-11-13T15:42:00.001+08:00

Stupid idiot comes to my blog and tries to sell me Viagra, I think its automated though.

2012 End Of The World.

2009-11-13T12:28:00.000+08:00

Who cares about dying? The movie based on the Mayan's prediction is quite an interesting movie to watch. According to National Geography's research/show, this doomsday prediction isn't only from the Mayans. The Chinese's I-Ching also predicts "The End".

The I-Ching is also called "The Book Of Changes" .

Every time you ask the oracle something, you are asked to draw 6 line, complete lines or broken lines. There are 64 possible combinations, each combination tells you something. And when the questions asked, the combination given has a very logical asnwer.

These 64 combinations have been repeated 64 times in the the past years (I forgot how many years was that, but probably from 1A.D). When mapped onto a graph, it shows the rise and falls of empires and civilizations. But when drawn right to the end, the graph's line abruptly ends at the year 2012.

Die or not?

Remember folks, you heard it first from Charlie Frost!

Mie Goleng.

2009-11-07T20:45:00.000+08:00

This is a message from Jia Bao, which you can say she is obsessed with Mee Goreng.
This was after I messaged her about something with the words Mie Goleng. I always tempt her with this late at night, then both of us get hungry and worst of all, we can't cook so late.

Wei! Don't don't don't make me hungry! :( arg, I think I'm feeling hungry already. :( all your fault.

So cute lah this girl.

Anyway, picture post.

Mau dua packet Mi Goreng, Ibumee punya, ini Penang Har Meen rasa.

Lepas itu, mau tuangkan minyak dan seasoning dia ke dalam satu mangkuk, lubang pun boleh. Have to put less lah, cause I put 1 and a half packet of seasoning also salty until my down-there no hair.

Standard procedure, boil the noodles and drain the water.

Then Mie Goleng has to kena real goreng. I should've used the oil from the packet, otherwise would be very oily. To prevent it from sticking to the supposedly non-stick pan, have to use several galons of oil.

Then put it back into the mangkuk, or if you used a lubang, the lubang. Mix it up really well, even if you followed my advice on less seasoning, will still be really salty. Of course don't cut down on the chilli, or cabai lah. Don't know what kind of language does the Cabai-kya come from.

Ketua Pengawas.

2009-11-06T19:20:00.001+08:00

Can you believe it? On Tuesday when I went to school, the head discipline teacher asked to see me during recess. I was kinda nervous, thinking, "Oh, what the heck did I do now."

Turns out, he's been looking through my old records, and saw that it was rather clean, my behaviour in his class was good, his homework's perfect (He's the English language teacher).

He offered me the post of Ketua Pengawas 2, for next year. I was wtf-ed and obviously, I asked why. And I can't tell you the reason why, must be kept secret he says. I said yes, like what the heck, I'll just try, since next year will be my last chance to be a prefect.

He gave me my badge, and told me to go get myself a pair of those prefect uniforms. I'm still wondering where the heck do I get it. But I'll be the odd one out among my mates.

The pros is I get Curriculum points and such.
The cons is, when I get de-merit, its double!

I got my badge already, when I went home, I Autosol-ed it, supaya shiny-shiny!

I lied. My records are not clean, my English homework is not perfect, and my behaviour in class is monstrous. Even if he asked me, this would be blurted out, and the offer will be retracted. "What the hell, you give me for what. Crazy arr?"

Brain power.

2009-11-04T13:18:00.000+08:00

I've always suspected that my form has the highest Chinese brainpower. Compared to the Chinese people in other forms, we just have more.

And that's proof.

2008's remove class. That's a lot a lot of students in a remove class. Worse still, almost all are Chun, Chun, Chuan, Chuan. wtf.

Money bites.

2009-11-04T00:14:00.001+08:00

I am super annoyed by those people who regularly ask you for financial favours man. I seriously don't mind lending you money as long as you pay back within an acceptable timeline, 2 weeks is standard lah. Another form of financial favour is "Eh bro, kamu kaya sangat, belanja saya nanti."

Belanja kau punya Fuck lah.

By the language used, you can guess who they are, the Chinese guys aren't much better. I am bloody not kaya. I may seem rich because I live in Desapark City. If you think I'm rich, try burning one of my neighbour's house (about the same price as mine), then burn those on the hill. Go see how big the difference is. Ever heard the term "Financial Crisis" and all the other things related to recession? I am slightly luckier compared to some of you guys out there but definitely not rich. There, that solves it, my dad's "rich", I'm not.

I may seem rich cause I don't buy everything I see that I like, I keep my money. For example, I don't buy new headphones, I have no need for new school bags, pencil cases, wallets and all that. Of course it looks nice and all, but when you think of it, do you really need it?

I bought myself a pair of cheap headphones a couple of years back, it spoilt so I just make do without it, I din't go get a new pair. My school bag doubles as my backpack for travelling, 4 or 5 years of school and several trips of holidays and its still in good shape. Wallets, my last 4 have been presents or hand-me-downs, and I'm contended with what I have now. Pencil case has last me about 6 years now.

And whenever you go window shopping, you will definitely buy something, a bottle of water if you're thirsty, or fancy a cup of bubble tea? Some people go out every week to go window shopping at 1Utama/ Curve /Sunway Pyramid. It all adds up to be quite a sum.

If you were to think, "its only 30 bucks for this cap, I might as well get it since its cheap and I might need it next time". You're just giving yourself an excuse to buy what you want, so thats 30bucks down the drain. You always hear your old people tell you how money doesn't grow on trees and such. Seriously, it doesn't. I know because I've sold lots of knives. When its just a few bucks from each blade, those 2 bucks makes a big difference.

Next time any of you ask me to belanja you, I'd run and do a Tony Jaa to you.

That's what's going to happen.

2009-11-02T21:56:00.002+08:00

Bad quality and itchy hands adds up to a terrible video.

Rose!

2009-10-28T20:43:00.000+08:00

When I am tired from studying, I do this.

Think its normal eh?

Not so normal as seeing the cup is as big as my calculator.

You know Sin Ga Lan?

2009-10-23T18:03:00.003+08:00

I'll show you two examples.

1. "The more horse power you have, the more fuel it burns."
"No lah, its how big your engine is. You know? Like how many cc your engine is."
"Who teach you ah? cc not horsepower ah?"

2. "My cousin is always drifting in his Civic, rear wheels always squealing."
Then it somehow led to where the brakes were.
"The Civic only has 2 brakes, at the front, so the front will lock up, then the momentum at the rear will kick the rear wheel will kick out."

cc is cubic centimeters, meaning a 1.3litre engine is a 1300cc engine.
A Lancer Evolution IX has a 2.0 litre engine, mated with a turbocharger, pushing out up to 317horsepower. A Toyota Innova has a 2.0 litre engine, having 136horsepower.
Both cars are 2.0s, see the difference?

Almost all production cars have 4 brakes, if they have 4 wheels that is. A Honda Civic definitely has 4 wheels and a mass produced production car for the public. Front brakes of cars are disc brakes, however the rear is usually a set of drum brakes.

A disc brake.

A drum brake.

Most brakes you see in games are disc brakes, because drums are not as good as discs.

Since we're on cars already, go read this.

BM.

2009-10-23T17:02:00.001+08:00

Why do they make us read so much of Malay literature, I mean, compared with English, English has so much less! Malay has 2 books, English only has 1. In fact, its so darn think that I couldn't find it to take a picture to show you guys. In short, I lost it.

Read that. Why can't they just speak in standard Malay? You tengok I cakap macam itu or not? See, shit language comes out if that happens.

You you, I I I.. "saya" dan "kau" pun tak boleh cakap, dua buku it untuk lap buntut kah?

Ever heard the campaign "Gunalah Bahasa Malaysia"? As if the government is afraid we will stop using the national language. As long as there are Malays, the Malay language will definitely be used.

And another one thing, I'm not being racist or whatever. When the Muslims are taking their PI exam, and us, non-Muslims have free time to prepare for the Moral paper later, we are extremely silent, revising our notes.

However, when our paper starts 30 minutes before their 2nd paper, that means giving them 30minutes free to revise, they can't be considerate enough to shut their mouth like we did for them.

The poem "If" and the short story "The Lotus Eater" is coming out for English Paper 2. Try this web.

Blood.

2009-10-21T20:27:00.001+08:00

What kind of fucking bug is this? I've got a few of these dual hole wounds around my feet. If you ask me, its that Tomb Raider woman's fault.

Crazy unloading.

2009-10-18T14:17:00.002+08:00

It was my idea to do it, and for this, I blame Richard Hammond and Jeremy Clarkson of Top gear for making me have these ideas. :)

Close Quarter Combat.

2009-10-17T23:47:00.000+08:00

CQC (Close Quarter Combat) or CQB (Close Quarter Battle) is a type of fighting in which small units engage the enemy with personal weapons at very short range, potentially to the point of hand-to-hand combat In the typical CQB scenario, the attackers try a very fast, violent takeover of a vehicle or structure controlled by the defenders, who usually have no easy way to withdraw. Because enemies, hostages/civilians, and fellow operators can be closely intermingled, CQB demands a rapid assault and a precise application of lethal force. The operators need great proficiency with their weapons, but also the ability to make split-second decisions in order to avoid or limit friendly casualties. CQB is defined as a short-duration, high-intensity conflict, characterized by sudden violence at close range. That's by Wikipedia.

Hou and I use to do this at lease 3 times a week. This was when we were still living in Kelana Jaya. The alarms use to go off dead in the night due to a faulty sensor and a damn civet cat living up in the roof.

Since there were only 2 floors at that time, it was easy to clear. Once the alarm blares, my parents would shut off the alarm, grab their bat and baton, then wait outside their room.

Hou usually stayed up late, at the computer in the living room upstairs. He would just grab the bokken propped against the table. While I who was sleeping would snap awake, put on my glasses and grab the knife tied to my bed.

Hou and I would walk down the stairs, sweep the living room and dining room. My dad goes to check the kitchen. My brother and I would stack up by the study room door. I would turn the door knob, then he'll kick it open, giving me enough time to get my knife at the ready.

Things would change if we did CQC here. First of all, Hou will be the only one clearing the 3 rooms on the 2nd floor, while I would only be clearing the guest room. Then when we go to sweep the living room and kitchen, we would kill the maid by accident. Then 2 store rooms and 2 toilets to clear.

Long process, so its time I got myself a paint ball marker and feed the hopper with glass marbles :D

Rubik's

2009-10-17T01:13:00.000+08:00

This is gonna be a jumbly jumbla post. Just slamming all my thoughts and whatever I can think of down now.

I am so proud of myself. No one told me how to do it, I looked it up on the internet once, just once. And I made my own formulas to finish the base and 2nd layer. Took me long enough, about half a year I'll say.

Ever tried running Call Of Duty 4 on 2 laptops simultaneously in a small room? For the first 10 minutes or so, it's all good, when the action heats up, hot air is being pumped out from the vents, just like how hot water is pumped from my hole pole. With a fan spinning overhead, the hot air is circulated around the room rather fast. And it becomes an oven in there.

Blame Wei for that, his laptop is so big that it doesn't deserve to be called a laptop anymore. Its big enough to have a number pad on the right.

Speaking of ovens, have you guys ever been to bread factories? Their ovens are so big that you could probably put yo mama in to make Siew Yok.

"Hey Yee Juinn, go get a girlfriend lah."
"What the heck, for what?"
"We're the three musketeers what, all got already except you."
"What three musketeers?"
You, me and (name), you're the last. There, (name),(name)quite good what. (name) also can what."

I am single and loving it, I maybe needing change, but not for now.
P.S Peer pressure never works on me. Never.

2009-10-10T22:47:00.001+08:00

All the photos were shot by Grupo Bantus Capoeira Thailand. Damn nice right?

2009-10-10T01:05:00.000+08:00

This is Alpha Two-Zero, come in. Target has been locked on, requesting for air support.

Yes yes, I stole a boiling tube for photography.

Health Freak.

2009-10-08T20:37:00.000+08:00

I was talking to Jonathan while at 7-Eleven just now.

"So what are you buying, man? Chocolates?"
"Nah, chocolates will make me fat."
"You?! Fat?! If you're fat, what am I huh?"
"No lah, its only cause I exercise up to 3 times weekly that's why I'm not fat. If I stopped exercising for 2 weeks, I would grow some around my tummy."
"So you watch what you eat lah?"
"Yeah, most of the time."

Sometime later, back at tuition, I take out the pack of Lurve that I bought.
"Dude, you're eating multi grain CHIPS, what the hell, health freak."

Pictures.

2009-10-08T01:06:00.000+08:00

DARLIE rocks.

Totally random shot.

The equipment of the Grim Reaper when he retires to bed.

When a girl's stone cold.

2009-10-06T21:40:00.001+08:00

Why is it that when she's alone without anyone we both know around, she's cheery and smiles often.

But when her bestie's around, she might as well be a block of dry ice.

People of Venus, I call upon your help!

And to my classmates:

Never get caught up in the storm of black rage, or you could find yourself being swept away by the wave of emotions.

And Yee Wei taught me to drive on Sunday. Drove the Kenari. It was rather exciting and scary. He set up a slalom course for me. Amazing.

Hybrids

2009-10-04T11:51:00.001+08:00

*sigh* The closer I am to driving, the less petrol powered cars they are. All Hybrids of Petrol and Electricity. Bleghh.

Thank goodness hybrids now aren't what we thought they would be like.

The Honda Skydeck MPV. Or even

CR-Z concept.

I think I'm gonna plug my food into some electrical power now.

Nips

2009-10-03T09:10:00.003+08:00

Cho

"Auntie,你这里有 Nips 吗?"

"当然有啦!" *Pulls up shirt and flashes*

wtf.

2009-10-03T00:03:00.000+08:00

Back in the day when people still used bicycles.

Read at your own risk.

2009-10-02T18:33:00.001+08:00

I am not bothering with spelling or punctuation whatever because Tan Yee Juinn is very very fucking pissed right now.

As everyone knows, I drilled craters on to my FX-570ms, Casio calculator. Stupid fuck headed of a Malay girl decided it would be cute to go fill those craters with liquid paper.

She some more has balls to go ask "Yee Juinn, marah ke?" while I was mumbling words that generally started with F and ended with K.

The answer to that question was "Fucking marah lah, 'fuck you think?". I then sent her off my seat with a "fuck off" and a snap of my fingers.

Another thing. My blog has been ripped. Ripper did not tell me. Ripper calls me "knife wielding idiot". I have training and knowledge in martial arts, I sell knives for extra pocket money. And just because of these, I am labelled as an idiot who wield knives.

I am bloody dulan of being sterotyped. I'm stronger that most people, so what? If you can name the time I got into a fight, I say "screw you". I never got into one.

mch mcb, Wa sibei dulan. >:( >:(

Please do not criticise about my manners in this post please, thanks Bao :)

Someone please get me a MX-570ES

Asses.

2009-09-26T00:42:00.000+08:00

Referring to my previous posts.

On phone with Cheryl
"Woah, I saw the biggest ass EVER"
"Hmm, why oh, how big?
"Like 50% bigger than mine wehh, and it was a she!!"
"haha.(realization kicks in) .WOAH! And..*chortling* You're a guy!!"
"Yeah man."
"Wait, girl's ass suppose to be big what"
"Yes in a way-.."
"But then female's hormones makes the ass big-.."
"If you stand perpendicular to the mirror, meaning shoulder to the mirror, you would notice the ass sticks out from the back.
"Then how was her's?"
"From the side."
"Eeew!"
*Both start laughing like crazy"

Innocent boy no more.

2009-09-25T13:36:00.001+08:00

I have officially became an Ah Beng. Cause I had to cycle out to get my Grandma a copy of the Chinese newspaper, on my mom's bike. Thats bad actually.

1. Her bike has a basket at the front, it looks rather silly and it messes up the front suspension as well.
2. It is slow although it has 6 X 3 speeds.
3. Although the lights are LED, but the housing for the lights are pink.

The good thing is that it has super super brakes which can lock up the wheel or make me do a stoppie. Both of which can kill me if not executed well.

So with the sissy basket, slow speed and that damn pink light., I obviously had to make a point to make me not look like a wimp. So..

Every time I slow down, I will make sure I lock up the rear wheels and leave a skid mark (if possible).

Every time I speed up, I make sure I accelerate as fast as I can , making sure I use the gears as it makes a clicking, "man-lier" noises.

Every time I go up a curb, I will make sure I'm half standing on the pedals and pull the front up high, mountain biking style.

Every time I go through a corner, I will make sure tail kicks out.

Oh oh.

2009-09-25T02:21:00.000+08:00

Turns out Rm18 worth of air time doesn't last more than 2 hours.

Sometimes I feel like crying

2009-09-24T15:01:00.002+08:00

I feel like crying when I see this. Since Stephanie Meyer, all the others started copying her, I don't care whether they rip from her Cullen boy or whatever. But the main thing is that, the market of books are flooded with all sorts of Vampire Books. And that sucks. I used to like Vamps before the Cullen boy came out, but since then, Vampies seemed to have lost their cool factor for the fag-tor instead.

And the weather yesterday reminds me of the time my family and I took a road trip along the Great Ocean Road starting from Melbourne all the way to Sydney in a rented Mitsubishi Lancer, or was it a Nissan Sentra.

And my mom finally persuaded me to go get the family plan package for Maxis. I mean, I get like 1 day's worth of free calls to my family members. So I'm changing from prepaid to post paid. The credit will be totalled up and cut off from next month's bill. But the points are not transferable, and I have about..1059 points, which adds up to about Rm18 worth of air time from maxis-maxis :p TO BE USED IN ONE DAY. ONE DAY = 24 hours. 24 hours a day - 9 hours of sleeping - 4 hours of studying = 11hours. Rm18 to be used in 11 hours? Air time is also known as Hang Time in some games. Go figure.

I just came back from One Utama, don't call me discriminating but some fat people are horrendously fat. I've got fat friends, chubby relatives, and all that like everyone else. But none of them were as BIG as what I saw just now. I am guessing that the 2 girls I saw were sisters. Their asses were 150% the size of my ass. That's big, considering that I am a guy, and their ass is 50% larger than mine. I tried taking a picture of them while they were walking away from me. I guess I need a camera-phone equipped with fish eye lens and image stabilizer :-/ And they were buying Gelati to eat, I recommend Celebrity Fitness.

My extremely wtf moment

2009-09-24T00:33:00.004+08:00

This has to be the biggest wtf mo I've had in a long time. I guess most of you guys out there played with Lego when you were younger right? *nostalgia nostalgia* Talking about Lego, I have 2 wtfs today. Well, one of the things is that when you're sitting on the floor, with like a hundred Lego parts all scattered in front of you and you start looking for a "rare" part, and you don't find it, but you were sure you left it there a few moments ago. (We guys are hard to understand lah, rare games and toys, well, We're crazy over them)

Something similar happened to me. Yesterday afternoon, the air con service men came to clean up the filter of my air con. Of course after cleaning it, they'll test it lah.

Then to test it, you have to on the air con. And to on the air con, you need a remote.

At night, just before going to bed, I looked all over my room for the remote control. Looked in the drawers that I keep my knives, in the display cabinet that I display my knives, on the table where I put my knives, under the bag which I sometimes put my knives in. Literally everywhere in my room. And the air con was stuck at 16 celsius, 3 fans. Cold like ass for me lah, considering that my room is so small.

So I put on a jacket and went to sleep, but I woke up at 3 needing a piss, so I switched it off while at it.

Today, I told my dad to check with the air con men where the remote control was. The man told my dad that he left it in the white cupboard.

When my mom and I heard that, we had the wth face. Since when did I have a white cupboard? All of mine is black wert. My dad told me to go back up and look for it.

Looked for it I did, found me it did. I was looking into all the cupboards and everything. Then I looked for it on the table, then I pivoted to look at the bed. Then I turned back round almost immediatly, out of instinct.

And it was there. Lying there on my secondary wallet.

"Whaddafak, how in the bloody hell did that happen!"

For your information, my table is black, the wallet is black, and the remote is white.

Now, for the second wtf.

There, you should be able to see it all. Big engine block. Rows of lights. Big ass front lip spoiler. Cold air intake (above the front lip, can't be seen).

Dual uber big exhaust pipes. SUPER BIG ASS wheels. And a spoiler.

I am fast becoming an Ah Beng. And loving it. wtf

2009-09-20T15:44:00.002+08:00

Finally found the video.

Random-ness

2009-09-20T14:29:00.009+08:00

I am rather bored, so I'm just coming up something to describe everybody in my link list. I'll just

start from top to bottom, shall I?

Adeline Lee.

A classmate from Standard 5. If I remember correctly she used to sit 3 spaces behind me and 2 spaces to the left.

Alethia Soh.

Also a classmate from Standard 5. Used to be Adeline's best friend, don't know about now. Dint really talk to her then, but more now.

Amelia Foong.

Crazy girl! Totally a noise maker when in tuition. I still remember once she was listening to an MP3 in class and got caught. Does work all the time though. And very tough too. She got shot once in paintball, through the mask and it cut her lip. It was bleeding a river of blood and she didn't even whine. It was just "Ah, shit." *respect!*

Ashwin

I totally do not know this guy besides the fact that he is a friend of my cousin. The only reason keeping him in my list that he is a damn good blogger.

Jun Shern

Has always been my closest cousin since we were 4 or 6. Damn cold hearted! I flew up a ramp on a BMX once, and fell down. The handle bar hit my inner thigh, deeming the leg temporarily paralysed. Even when that happened, he did not put the video camera down, and went on filming for 5 minutes with me groaning and cursing at him. The video has not been seen ever since. Oh, one more thing, he is terrible at taking care of his guest. But among the best of Balisong-ers in my family.

Chan Jamin

Sister of Shern. I've always been close to most of the Chans. This is THE piano teacher. Super awesome at taking care of her guest but the guest has to cook for himself if he wants to eat. When I told her to "butter the pan" she cut a piece of cold butter and put it into the cool pan and proceeded to pushed it around the pan, coating it with a thin layer of cold butter. She is the one who goes "Let's camwhore!"

Yi May

Also another tuition mate. Likes to cause pain and misery to others (someone, please confirm).

Smart in her studies, not sure about her other fields. And a Balisong owner!

Huei Jean

Don't really know her much, but I know that she is Yee Wei's girlfriend.

Meagan Wong

School mate, and 1 year older than me. Also a Decemberian. Used to be one of the official Dai Lo's in school when she was in Form 2. Top in her form this year, I heard.

Jia Bao

Old friend. Knew her since Standard 2 I think. Constantly telling me about Tenji and her Siew Yok and Char Siu adventures. Also a pianist, very high lah. Always telling me to stop playing with knives before I cut myself, at least she cares :p And of course, I never listen, sorry lah, *fact* guys don't stop what they love doing.

Wei Yi!

The next Taylor Swift. Only that she's not a white, not blond, and not in love with Romeo. Won Raffle's Junior College's talent contest this year. Lead singer of Chicken-0-7. Into Camerology due to the brothers' influence. My god sister, also referred to as "the Sister".

Yee Hou

Car lover. Likes to pull the hand-brake to do over steers when going around Round Abouts or U-turns. Distinct things about his photography is his lighting and the very natural, no pose pictures. Use to fight with him a lot when we were younger, but not anymore. I still remember I smacked him on the head with a plastic Star Wars jug once.

Yee Wei

Martial arts boy. Kick the shit out of me all the time, and every time. Hands move almost too fast for me to react. Also likes AWD vehicles such as the Lancia Delta, last time anyway, not sure about now.

Ee Wen

The only person I know and am still familiar with since Kindergarten. Can you imagine, I knew her more than a decade ago? Just talked to her last night. Very friendly person, can sort of depend on her to try to help you out in any situation.

Camwhore.

2009-09-18T01:11:00.002+08:00

My camera is a camwhore *gasp*

This picture is rather interesting as you can see the shutter open. The mirror lah.

Click on the picture if you care. Even if you don't, do it.

Cessna 150E reporting in.

2009-09-17T22:56:00.005+08:00

Today one of the coolest shit in a long time happened to me!

I GOT LAID!

Okay, I was kidding.

I FLEW A PLANE!

in a simulation

According to the dude, if you can fly this, you can fly the real thing.

Awesome, who wants a ride from me?

I somewhere else when I heard a group of like 5 girls and a few boys scream "Juinn, come drive this thing!"

The first thing that went into my mind as I saw the red colour of the simulator's seat and the 2 pedals on the floor was "Woah, is this a simulator? And am I gonna drive a Ferrari? Turns out it was a Cessna.

I pushed the throttle into full power and the speedometer went up rather fast.

I was touching 70knots when I pulled back on the altitude controller and the plane seemed to shudder and suddenly it was off. As I was just flying aimlessly for a few seconds, I heard a few friends shouted things at me such as , "JUINN!! Don't kill us!" , "Crash it!! I know its your life long dream!" and more normal ones such as "Juinn, where are you bringing us?"

When the instructor hit a button and popped me out into 3rd person view, I looked around at the land scape and sky scrapers ahead of me.

After looking at the few sky scrapers infront of me, I exclaimed "Hey, this looks like...Kuala Lumpur." as the rather tall Petronas Twin Towers and the Dick of Kuala Lumpur popped out into my view on the left side.

"Yeah, this map is based on Kuala Lumpur, why don't you try to fly through the Twin Towers?"

"Sure. (I'm always eager to take up challenges even if I fail.)."

As I got closer, doubt began to creep into my mind.

"Eh, you sure will fit ah, seems too narrow."

"Can."

After sometime I lowered down in a breakneck speed to land the plane, I crashed.

I crashed into what looked like a single story house T.T

The reason?

I felt it would be more polite to pay attention to the guy who was guiding me, rather than pay attention to the house. Maybe because Cessnas dont't use Brembos.

It was an awesome experience, but after checking Google images, those weren't the control levers for a Cessna, but more of controls for a more modern and military-ish aircraft.

I still can't believe I crashed into a single story house.

And technically, I'm not allow to blog about this, as I'm suppose to be dead.

You have been expelled.

2009-09-06T22:46:00.002+08:00

As some of you might notice, I have removed some people from my link as some of them are getting boring so I don't read them anymore cause you just haven't been updating interesting posts. Or it could be just because I dislike you. Probably the former. :)

Chicks dig this!

2009-09-05T23:52:00.002+08:00

This is Tan Yee Juinn, brand ambassador for ratan chairs.

And I am going bananas.

Shot by my brother at my grandmother's house in Kuala Pilah.

New toy for me. :)

2009-09-05T16:01:00.005+08:00

Took this from my brother. Doesn't contain as much fun as SLR's. A little bit better than the compacts. Think of it as an un-compact, compact. Whee :)

Heaven.

2009-08-26T23:23:00.004+08:00

You know what's heaven?

Heaven's biting into a piece of French bread covered with a thick coating of butter.

And then put to toast in an oven.

And when its out, coat another layer of butter on to it before biting into that big piece containing calories.

And whats more heavenly is eating it with pork chops.

One part of hell is when you find out that you've put on a kilo due to this.

And sometimes, you find camwhore pictures in your hand phone that do not belong to you. cute.

I'm probably the only person who has a picture of the new kid with a cool name, Advent. You guys suck lah, keep shooting so many pictures of this guy, and none of them is clear. Fine, it wasn't me who shot it, but its my camera, so still mine, right?

But I do have a video of Joey giving him a blowjob on the bus though. A pretend blowjob.

Shotgun. Grandad. Knives. Lasers- Men stuff.

2009-08-24T00:38:00.003+08:00

My family and I spent the weekend at my mom's hometown in Kuala Pilah to celebrate my Grandad's birthday. This is his 90th birthday, so the celebration was extravagant. Extravagant in the way that we ordered a set meal at a good restaurant. The type of food was like, Four Seasons, Steamed Fish, Shark's Fin, Pig's Leg, that sort of thing. All that awesome kind of thing.

Anyway, when we went back to the house, we presented him with his presents. We gave him an arm chair for him to laze in front of the tele, 2 really good knives, with Ang Pows and the usual.

Nothing much happened, besides that he was telling us about his hunting and stories which related to steel works, knives, and guns.

A long time ago, he had a .22 semi-automatic rifle. He said the gun was a really good gun, and he used to shoot mangoes down from the trees by shooting the stalk. When the mango dropped, it would be whole and not riddled with bullets.

Next Story.
He had a friend who owned a logging firm. This friend of his, lets refer to him as Ah Lim. Ah Lim travels to Pahang very often, about once every 2 weeks. He goes for these trips to pay his loggers their salary, so obviously he was carrying quite a big sum of cash. One day, Ah Lim got tipped off that he going to be robbed on the dirt road which he uses to travel down to Pahang.

So Ah Lim turned to my Grandad for help, asking him if he would be brave enough to be his body guard. My Grandad said yes. The main reason was because, at that time, most people who owned guns, missed 75% of the time and there was only 25% chance of them hitting the target.

Half way through the road, they saw several flock of birds, so they got out of their vehicle to shoot birds. They were shooting away happily then it was time they left for their destination. According to my Grandad, the journey was rather uneventful.

When they came back, Ah Lim's friend told Ah Lim that the group of bandits had scouts to scout ahead for them. But when the scouts saw them shooting birds which such accuracy, they scrapped their plan of robbing Ah Lim.

Next Story.

My Grandad also makes holders for his laser pointers, so he doesn't have look down the barrel while shooting. But I can't really imagine him firing from the hip. So wherever the laser shines on, he can shoot it. And he sells these laser pointer holders to his friends too. And I've tried it, it is really straight down range.

Next Story.

He's tried hunting 23 wild boars while camping out in the jungle overnight with his friends. And since he was using the double barrel shotgun, he shot a boar with his last shell in the barrels. The boar did not die, but got injured and was pissed as hell., And it charged at him.

He pointed the empty gun at the boar while the boar ran at him, and I guess that the gun connected with its head. But the cool part is that, my Grandad got to experience flight without equipment for a few seconds.

Let's get on shall we?

After Grandad told my brothers and I his stories, my brothers, my cousin and I went out to a nearby mamak to drink their Tom Yam. Food food food, what can you do with it besides eating it, right?

We then took a drive around, disturbed some dogs, looked at really good looking old cars.

We came back, and started taking really silly pictures, actually, it was only me being silly. They were shooting me. I will post some pictures up really soon. But internet's painfully slow today.
In the end, we slept at about 4 in the morning.

This is seriously summarised, and its getting a little late. So goodnight babe.

Sharpening rod. omg.

2009-08-21T22:46:00.002+08:00

Me and my brother had always wanted one of these. Stainless steel, coated with diamond (powder or something similar)! No, it isn't pretty, it isn't shiny, it isn't see-through and again, it isn't pretty. But for Rm75! And sharpens knives sharp enough to cut hair. :)

Maybe I'll post some pictures another time.

Operation Bovine

2009-08-21T22:15:00.003+08:00

I was lying in bed, exhausted from the field trip I had earlier in the morning. It was intensely tiring, but fun.

As the Grandfather clock strikes twelve, my phone vibrates. The usual procedure when a birthday arrives. A reminder is cancelled without being read. Even without the reminders, I wouldn't forget. I always remember, especially this one.

I whisper to myself "Happy Birthday old friend", knowing that it won't be heard. Perhaps the call I am about to make will be picked up.

No, I've been cut. And I try again. Same thing happens.

Immediately after the second try, an SMS comes into my inbox.
"Eh, I can't pick up your phone la."

I reply with an SMS. After a few SMS goes back and forth, Birthday Dude tells me goodnight and goes to sleep.

I tell myself to go to sleep, because in about 13 hours, Operation Bovine would be in full swing. 1 month's worth of planning with a week's worth of preparation, it had better run smoothly. No room for errors and second trys.

The pick up was late. The writing was almost impossible to read. And the drop zone was empty except for a Kelisa, and an umbrella hanging from the grills, swaying to the occasional hot gust. The package was then left to be picked up later.

Overall, it wasn't much of a success or failure.
But still, big thanks to the Sarawakian for accompanying me and the Sabahans for their help.

I wonder.

2009-08-17T22:27:00.002+08:00

I've always wondered what it felt like to get stabbed. or shot. Anyway, this is my mom's birthday present from my brothers and I.

Old school babe

Awesome? I love it. Made ice balls and poured rose syrup onto it. And *suck* out the syrup with melted ice. Awesome.

The ice balls idea came from me making an ice ball to throw. Works just like in the movies. Awesome-r.

Pisslosophy.

2009-08-15T00:06:00.002+08:00

I just learned some quite valuable lessons from an Indian dude that life isn't always about being the best, but that we need some fun to spice up that boring 7 to 1 study life.

It all started with the Indian dude asking us, Chinese to go to a cyber-cafe to play Dota. ( The Chinese boys in my school have a reputation of being the top gamers in the school )

I then said.
"I am the best, come find another friend, 2 on 1."
He then replied.
"No lah, it doesn't matter, you Chinese fellas are sure to beat me, I don't care who's better, I play to enjoy myself."

Actually, I don't even like Dota, let alone be the best at it. And I've been called "gay" repeatedly by a girl because I'm the only guy she knows who doesn't play Dota.

Need fun? Buy a knife. Some of you have previously bought some knives from me. Why did God ( if there is one ) give us two hands? To hold two knives, of course!

Cops and Robbers. But no Cops.

2009-08-09T08:22:00.002+08:00

I was reading a recent post by my friend about seeing 6 guys on bikes circling her housing area. Just a long way to say she saw robbers lah. When I think back, I actually had something similar happen to me.

It was probably 2 or 3 years ( at the previous house ), when I started the Balisong and actually became good enough. It was after school and we went to 1 Utama to get lunch and buy some stuff.

----->fast forward----->

At home, while unloading the car, we realised that the neighbouring house down the road seemed to be having a gathering. Since we bought quite a bit of things, my mother and I asked my brother to come out to help unload the car.

Then came along a Proton Saga full with Indians ( I am not being racist here ). My garden use to have a very good pandan patch. They asked my mom to let them into the garden to let them take some pandan, saying it was for their kenduri. When my mom asked whose kenduri is it for, they said "sana" and pointed down the road to Hassan's house. I mean, wtf man? They don't even know the name of the dude.

I became suspicious and my mother became panicky when all the Indians got out of the car and surrounded the front but still pretending to ask for pandan. They were about 6 of them, I dint see any parangs.

So my mom immediatly called my brother, and told him there were people outside our house intending to rob us. My brother went back in and brought out a big ass knife. Its blade was about 2 feet long, a small sword if you ask me, but it was still a kitchen knife. The Indians looked warily at him, but still seemed keen to rob us. Bro passed me the knife, I cut off a big chunk of Pandan and passed it over the perimeter wall to the Indians.

That house belongs to Hassan owner of Hassan Rojak. That "kenduri" they were talking about was actually Hassan's funeral. But the rojak is still good, now ran by his sons.

Yes, we do not call our perimeter wall "fence" cause we are cool. We also had a super sensitive alarm system, or rather, faulty one, as it went off at odd times of the night. Our perimeter walls were also fitted with lights, not those "balls" sitting on the wall, but fluorescent tubes built into the wall. Very much like "I Am Legend"?

When you're down.

2009-08-07T22:42:00.003+08:00

You know that feeling when you're down and Emo-ing by yourself? Listening to angst filled teenage boys screaming their hearts out into the mic? It feels odd doesn't it? But when you're up and cheery, on the balls of your feet, the lyrics of the song seem so silly and depressing, you sometimes wonder are there even people who listen to this kind of "rubbish". Surprisingly, there are, when you 're Emo, the songs seem to have so so much meaning.

One of those songs are " I Hate This Part " by The Pussycat Dolls, " Viva la Vida " of Coldplay and among the Emo-est is " Your Love Is a Lie " by Simple Plan and just for listening, such as " Apologize " of One Republic featuring Timberland.

" I hate this part " Suit my mood really well when I was transferred over to Sinar Bintang for a day. I really couldn't take it in and accept that I was there and had to be stuck there. But alas, the chips fell into place, and I flashed the Ace, and was sent back to where I came from.

It was kind of interesting, as the dude sitting in front of me was attempting intimidate me with his feeble attempts. I could of course reset his facial features, but I dint want to bring too much attention to myself, besides, getting in to trouble on the first day of school at a new school and as a new boy isn't much of a good idea.

" Viva la Vida" would suit Wei Yi quite well I think. Based on her rants about being someone prominent in Malacca and going into RJC and ending up not much of a "stand-out". No worries, in our family, you'll always be a stand-out!

And of course there is " Your Love Is A lie " by Simple Plan by those angst filled teenagers who are brimming with testerone and whatnot's.

And who can forget the "eh eh" (not to be mixed up with the Ella Ella, Eh Eh Eh Eh of Umbrella by Rihanna )? With the steady beat and rise and fall of the voice. An all time favourite of almost everyone.

2009-07-31T17:38:00.002+08:00

Thought you had the craziest designed Whipper mr's? Think again!

The black one above is mine. Below is Adrian's, but done by me.

I think someone has too much time on his hands.

OBeSity.

2009-07-27T19:22:00.002+08:00

I've been accepted for the OBS's YAC24! Woots. Anyone I know going? Shame that penknife is only for adult courses :(

And Fuck This Shit. My 24 hours new Rolly and correction pen just got stolen.

Knives.

2009-07-26T10:38:00.003+08:00

This blade is quite interesting as there is a Phoenix shaped hole cut into the blade for decoration. It comes in a box. Comes with a very sturdy PVC/ cheap leather sheath, not really sure which. Total length is 21.5cm

Blade length is 9cm

Total blade in sheath length is 22.5cm

Weight of blade is 166 grams

RM 150 AVAILABLE

This blade is crafted out of 440C stainless steel. This steel is the hardest grade of stainless steel. The handle is made of steel.

Total length is 23cm
Blade length is 11cm
Total blade in sheath length is 26cm
Weight of blade is a hefty 225 grams

RM150 AVAILABLE

Another rant.

2009-07-26T00:10:00.005+08:00

I'm barely done. Some cheebai kya decided to steal my Pilot G2. Not the whole thing, but half a pen. WTF right?

Yeah, see that? I'm giving you the finger.

At least just steal my ink only lah, why need to steal the bottom half of my pen as well? Now what am I supposed do with half a pen and a packet of refill?

On Friday, after dropping by the A class's examination hall to visit a friend who dumped the glasses and went for the contacts, I went to take a piss. While pissing at the loo, I inserted the pen into my breast pocket. Mana tau, it missed the pocket, and went straight into the piss hole.

This is the pen that fell into the toilet. (Pen in the shot is a new one)

Pentel has t3h awesome pens. My first Rolly came free with 2 correction fluids. At that time, I thought it was some cheap ball pen. Cheap it is not, at RM4.20, it is more expensive than the G2 since it isn't refillable, but it does last long though.

A day for rants.

2009-07-25T23:34:00.005+08:00

I am never ever bringing my mom out to mamaks again. Restaurants, maybe, but not mamaks.

She thinks that the place (William's) should be more restaurant like, their new addition to their menu, some pizza Mortarella or something like that, its a name of the sausage. Ah shit, I'm lazy to explain.

Blogger's been pissing me off the limit recently. Look at the previous posts! I cant hit"Enter" twice to skip a line. How does this dude do it? That's why the Laser Lights post seemed endless without paragraphing.

My mom's been contradicting me for the whole freaking evening. Whole. Freaking. Evening. I repeat. Whole. Freaking. Evening.

On a less rant-ish note. But more of a concerned thingy.

My brother flipped his car.

He could have died, but he dint. We're a family of Die Hards babe!

I'll miss the car. It was supposed to be my future car. Now become Mangcar already. Mangled car. So sad lah, talking about the future in past tense. I guess I'm stuck with the Kenari eh? Well, at least he dint kill himself, otherwise who would push me in the right direction of burning half-bald tires into flabs of disintegrated rubber and heel-and-toe-ing the pedals?

"Last night 二哥 got into a serious accident."

"Shit, where is he now?"

"In hospital"

"Shit, where is the car now?"

"By the roadside, it probably has to be scrapped"

"Shit.."

Dengg, you say like that, you talk like he lying in bed, with plaster cast all around him. I was thinking car runs head first into an on coming lorry kind of scrapped car. (read the full story)

Demon.

2009-07-18T23:40:00.003+08:00

I am the Demon Pianist of Jalan Desa Residen 1.

I mean, I even have all my books printed in black covers.

L>R Guang Liang, Jay Chou, Marcus Wong, Yiruma.
(Actually I have 5 books, plus Richard Clayderman)

Laser lights.

2009-07-18T11:39:00.006+08:00

Some really good shots. Shot by me on Jamin's camera.

Friday

After school, the cousins and I went for lunch at T.G.I Friday's at the Curve. a total of 4 cousins and 2 parents were present. We ordered 1 burger, 3 salads and 3 deserts and that was our lunch. After going home and doing some homework, while the cousins went for their school's concert, they came at about 11pm for a sleepover. We then took lots of photos which involve lasers as shown above.

At about 2am, we went out to the 7-eleven nearby to get some batteries for our laser pointers. After getting them, we went to the lakeside to test them out. Since it was my brother driving, with him being the oldest and having no one else around, he drove like a mad man. Not fast, but just crazy, such as rolling on curbs, parking on the walkway.

Then a guard came along and started shouting at us and whistling, we were a little bit annoyed at him so we ignored him. When we heard the static from walkie-talkies, we decided to move. The next thing that happened, I'm sure anyone whould've done it. We took out our spot light (we always have a spot light in our car), plugged it into the cigarette lighter and looked for the guard with our headlights off in case he sees our plates. We wanted to look for him, then laser him, but couldn't see him lah :(

We then rode up to Desa Heights to test out the lasers without anybody interfering. But alas, the guy at the lake must have radioed his friends, cause 2 guards on bikes came and asked us to go home. My brother then proceded to get into an argument with them about the road being public property, the reason we bought the house was so we could see the view, etc..

We went home disgruntled, ate a packet of rice crackers in 10-15 minutes. And my cousins were putting ridiculous statusus on my Facebook account. We then went off to sleep at about 3 or 4am.

Saturday

We woke up at 7.45, ate half a sausage bun and got ready to go to the clubhouse, but it turned out to be close till September! >:(

We took a walk to the Waterfront and went to Keluang Station to continue our breakfast. First we totalled up our cash in hand and it amounted to just RM29, I then I said it would be funny if the bill actually came up to RM30 and we were short of RM1. Jamin, Miriam and I ordered Roti Canai with curry which cost RM3 something each, Shern ordered a Nasi Lemak which cost him RM9 (it was mostly his money we were using), with a Milo Ais and a Coffee Float.

When Shern and I went to settle the bill, we saw the total was Rm31.++. shit.

I was immediately home bound to get some money. I was three quarters home when I ran out of breath, and started jogging and walking (imagine running in flip flops). When I reached home, I pulled out the bike and asked my mom to give me some cash. When I got it, I was running out of the house and cycling full speed to the Waterfront. Nothing really interesting happened after that.

There was brunch to say farewell to Miriam as she would be going to Guang Zhou. Usual things happened, eat, talk rubbish, made Ais Kacang. And one very special thing happened, Shern broke my sofa. When we heard the snap and saw him sitting on the arm rest which had sunken it with a look of disbelief on his face, I then said "wtf?".

Highlights of the day.

Ran out of money to pay.

Shern broke the sofa.

Something almost as awesome as me, just almost.

2009-07-17T18:30:00.003+08:00

Introducing my super sexy prom date. A laser pointer which shoots things up from far away! Awesome isn't it, when you realise that you've just spent a bomb on this thing which shoots a ray of ultra focused light. Not only that, it can even do that thing up there, spreads into little star like dots. Up to about 300+ dots?

I mean, like..dude! You can even see the path of the laser with the shutters half open!

Presently, I have tied it to a stick to prop it against my shoulder like a SMG so that I can shoot the ray without it moving around too much.

And that's my little piece of WMD. I prep-ed it up for later, when the cousins come. Go up Desa Heights, laser houses and have a picnic till 3am. Come home and all ready to sleep by 4.30 am. But with another cousin from Australia, Miriam. I'll go get a picture of her later.

The story of my Daun Petaling. While I was out having lunch with the cousins just now, they saw my DP and tought it was pretty cool. So they looked at it, poked it, talked about it. And when they read what it said, they saw Petal Ng. My imaginary girlfriend / prom date. Us cousins, each have an imaginary other half, such as Rose, Ivan Ho, and Jonathan who likes fat girls.

Make a stand and fight back.

2009-07-11T22:39:00.004+08:00

We must oppose to the Government's move to change the teaching of Math and Science back to English.

They claim that the average of previous M&S results for SPM were not good. Of course it is not good if they do not train the teachers to speak English fluently and to teach in English, no doubt will there be students failing.

Please visit this page and vote for what you think.
Remember, every vote counts. If they do not revert it back to English, this means they do not listen to all the young Malaysians speaking. Besides, it seems to be a politically inclined move.

Make a stand, fight for what we believe in.

Currently, those supporting it is a mere 9400, compared to those who are against it, which is 55714. The numbers speak for themselves.

Angels

2009-07-04T19:58:00.002+08:00

If everyone went to heaven, lalas would pierce their wings.
Blondes would go for wing-jobs. I got bigger wings than you do.
And we will be seeing angels who just don't fly.

Random fact

I'm always dead tired halfway through the week. My teacher reckons my friend and I argued, and I'm under depression, and my friend is taking liquor. What in the bloody hell kind of reckon-ing is that?

My teacher says I'm showing signs of depression, and I am coping with depression better than my mate.

My teacher says he must have sleeping problems as he is always sleepy and resorts to liquor. (He emo-es at the back of class, by himself)

My teacher talks alot.

My teacher is Indra Chai, very similar Indian Vegetable. Chinese until she got adopted.

Awesome!

2009-06-30T15:00:00.001+08:00

I just got cut by the new knife. Just a surface wound.

P.S I am not a masochist.

Blades.

2009-06-30T09:35:00.009+08:00

Seriously awesome. Very very interesting opening mechanism. Has a locking slide. It is semi-spring loaded, at the quick pull of the trigger, blade flicks out to full extend.
100% safe, will not randomly flick open.
RM50 SOLD

A blade for the babes, as it fits small hands snugly.
Flat black finish, with interesting locking mechanism. Available in two sizes.
Small : RM30 SOLD
Big : RM35 AVAILABLE

A really good piece, smooth, double sided thumb-screws, fantastic quality. Casual flick of the thumb and the blade come out.
RM40 AVAILABLE

If you don't get any of these, it is seriously your
LOSS

I am not gay.

2009-06-28T10:07:00.002+08:00

If Megan Fox is a man, 90% of men are gay.

Fact is, 90% of men are gay.

Wa lao ba.

2009-06-12T23:08:00.004+08:00

Cheryl, I'm not sure if you remember this.
You gave me this score sheet in lower-sec. Marriage D'amour, remember?

Well then, I just brought it up because it has grammar error! Aih, I won't have to point it out, do I?

Anyway, since YOU CRITICS out there always complain that my timing is off.
*the timing for Marriage D'amour IS off*

So I'll return the favour with another song. Waited 2 years, now you won't have to any longer.

.

My Father, by Marcus Wong, a Malaysian. Don't bother youtube-ing it. The only video of Marcus Wong is a geeky girl playing this song. I think I'll upload this to youtube.

Uber Awesome Cousins 3

2009-06-11T00:20:00.004+08:00

Introducing Chicken-0-7

Uber Awesome Cousins 2

2009-06-10T22:18:00.004+08:00

This is the way we slept at my house, looks like a war zone with flipped tables, sorry for not so good picture qualities.

Poser you are, Jamin! I asked her to do it. Shame for the rubbish bin.

Another poser, again, it was me who asked him to.

And again.

Uber awesome cousins.

2009-06-10T21:55:00.006+08:00

iHeart.

Yes, we are cam-whores. But you know what sets us apart from the others?
We can handle cam-whoring using RM2000 DSLRs.

After swimming, we immediatly went to 1 Utama to hang out. When I saw Shern come out of his cubicle, I said "omg, we're both in black". But when we were out, then we saw the girls, they were both too in black!

The person who won RIB talent contest. Shot during Karaoke, by me :)

Just before sleeping on the first night. Clockwise. Shern, Jamin, Juinn, Joo Lee. Where were you, Wei Yi?

Mac VS Dell.
Computer Wars

Another post coming up.

2009-06-04T23:01:00.002+08:00

Shern's playing the guitar, Joo Lee's playing the violin, and I would love to say that it was me on the piano, though it was Jamin. Respect man! Look how fluently it darts from left to right. Gonna film a better one on Sunday.

They haven't practiced playing this song together at all, it was an impromptu jamming session.

And, yes, that was the KFC tune at the end.

More stuff to be sold off.

2009-06-02T03:02:00.006+08:00

A Bluetooth thingy, whatever the name. Anyway, it sends and receives files. Going for RM20, great price, you won't get something like this at this price. Good as new. Consider it a few songs old as its been used to send just a few songs. SOLD

Drum sticks, black shaft with white heads. Optional shaft, Reflective black or Flat black.
Going for Rm20, brand new as I've never drummed anything. AVAILABLE

Computer can't connect to Internet, okay?

2009-06-01T04:03:00.003+08:00

Yes, here I am, blogging at 4am, I haven't been going to sleep along the usual hours since Thursday, the day MY holiday started. In fact, I haven't been sleeping in the usual places too, the gym / computer room and recently, my bedroom is my turf, babe!
As to the title, I'm using my mom's computer.

Time and Tide waits for no man, it is said. Yet there is a rhythm which wakes you and lulls you, which puts you on a high and puts you down; which may forsake of even invite you. Let us face time and tide with faith and courage and rise to the occasion.

With the good, comes the bad.

2009-05-15T16:13:00.005+08:00

1st picture. Merchandise I bought.
2nd picture. *acting* Whoops, blade slipped.
3rd picture. Balitong. Balisong? Balitong!

Note to self : Always collect deposit. As some may require coaxing in not so friendly terms to get them to cough up. And ungraciously as well, shoving a 10RM note in my face.

More pictures of Penang.

2009-05-15T16:04:00.005+08:00

1st picture shot from the hotel window.
2nd picture. The awesomeness of Gurney at dusk.
3rd picture. A pretty good shot, shame for the dividers though.

Pictures of Penang.

2009-05-15T15:55:00.003+08:00

Ignorance is a bliss

Grand uncle

Ghost town near Gopeng.

More coming in about 10 minutes.

Dealing.

2009-04-25T23:08:00.002+08:00

Hello guys. I'm going to go for a trip to stock up on my knives, if you guys want thumb-screw flick blades, katanas, or any other kind of weapon, please contact me.

If you want me to help you get it, pay me deposit first, in case you suddenly cancel the purchasement. If you cancel before I buy, I'll return the deposit. If you cancel your order after I bought it, sorry, I'm going to keep the deposit, however, your ordered item will be booked for 2 months, then that deposit is mine, and I won't be giving it back. Deposit will be returned to you when I pass you the item.

Deposit depends on size and type of weapon.

Exe:

A katana is a long and big sword, carrying it around is risky and dangerous, so I'll take RM20.

Same goes for the knuckle duster, RM20.

A flick blade, K bar will just be RM10.

We may be friends, but business is business. Discounts? You don't ask for them, I give them.

Panorama and macro of really cool things.

2009-04-25T18:07:00.002+08:00

Pilot, 0.7 mechanical pencil, possibly 20-30 years old.

Not macro enough though.

My coolest folding blade, close up.

And some other random shots,

This is my desk, and it is one hell of a mess.

You'll definitely be wondering why is there a bottle of

Nivea body moisturiser, ABEC 7 ball bearings, 2 lighters,

a bottle of Clean & Clear toner, sewing kit given by hotels,

batons, and pliers.

Time to clear it all up.

This is one particularly interesting shot,

Tat Chee seems to be putting on his pants, so Cheryl covers her eyes.

Actually, Tat Chee's adjusting his shirt, and Cheryl was covering her self as she was about to get shot by E Wei.

If you had lots of money.

2009-04-21T15:16:00.002+08:00

Dude, if you had alot of money, what would you do?

You mean enough to spend like dog and still enough to live till you're old?

Yeah.

I would buy a nice car, play badminton everyday. No wait! I would buy my own cruise liner, with its own badminton court!

Dude, wouldn't the badminton court be outside like that, with all that wind?

Inside mah. I'll GET A PLANE, WITH ITS OWN BADMINTON COURT!! And the plane must be powerful enough to do the astronaunts training thing.

Freefall you mean?

Yes! *gets animated and hits a few imaginary slow motion shuttle cocks with his imaginary racket*

P.S We're badminton kaki's that's why so gila badminton.

Embarassment taken to another level.

2009-04-18T22:43:00.006+08:00

Juinn, she won't like you wan lahh.

Why lehh? (There was a retort behind it, but I found it too vulgar to use in class)

*an uneasy silence hangs over the class

Woi!! Shut up lah you!

Dude, that was the most embarrassing thing I've ever seen you done since I met you.

Let's start shall we,

On Thursday's Kasturi class I usually bring my telescopic baton as I had to walk a distance to get to my pick up point, and when class ends at 7.10, the sky is often dark and the trees lining the road blots out light from the street lamps.

When the bell rang at 7.10, signally the end of the class, there was the usual hustle and bustle as everyone quickly and noisily packs their pens and pencils into their pencil cases with the mouths moving non-stop. The so-so looking girl sitting in front of me dropped her ruler, there was the expected loud clang of aluminium on concrete.

And I dropped my steel baton right after she dropped her ruler, and that extremely loud yet dull thud of heavy steel on concrete commanded the attention of the Singh dude sitting a few spaces beside me. He saw the baton fall and was looking at me in the most peculiar way. And I just said

"No, man, that was nothing, so its okay."

And another stupid joke Adrian and I did on Baratraj.

When I finished my clip of stapler bullets I put my finger inside the bullet rut to make sure there wasn't any left, and kept clicking it to be sure. I walked over to Barat's desk and just grabbed his hand out, and slammed the part where the stapler usually comes out on to his fore arm.

He was like " Eh, man, what's up?" *while I was grabbing his hand*

"Weyh weyh weyh! Shit, what are you doing?!" *when I lifted the stapler to clip his hand*

"Oh shit man . . . *speechless while looking at my face without an expression except pure shock then touches his hand to check for the stapler bullet*"

If I could read minds and faces, his mind would've probably been thinking "Oh my god, why this guy so kejam wan." The look on his face after I brought the stapler down on his hand was worth a million dollars man!!

TMD

2009-04-11T20:15:00.004+08:00

Aiks, climbing the tree hurt my abdomen muscles, can't do sit ups.

Today Adrian, Britney, Yuen Fah and I were suppose to go play badminton and then swim at Britney's condom(inium). Then, as always, Ah Fah decided to Let out the massive Boeing 747 from her..you know where. More like Boo-ing you 24/7 !!

We whacked some balls around for about 1 hour as the court has a time limit, they have to book it, and only an hour a day. Then Adrian and I went for a swim, Britney went back home to do chores. I suggest learning from E Wei, leave the house in a mess.

When we finished that was about 3. I called up my mom to pick me up in half an hour, but she couldn't, had to wait until at least 4. 4.45 to be precise. Adrian was playing games on my phone, and drained it dry, out of juice. He had a form of survivors guilt, so he lent me his 1.4K phone.

One thousand four hundred Ringgit!

Oh-em-gee-doubleu-thee-eff-bee-bee-que

!!!1111111oneoneoneonethousandonehundredandeleven

The phone has super-sensitive motion sensors. The phone is surprisingly fun to drop, especially the special effects the screen displays once it feels a sudden stop of movement, such you drop the phone, the phone is travelling downwards, then it hits solid ground, there, sudden stop of movement.

When that happens, the screen displays a screen saver, black with cracked glass, the cracked glass is so realistic!!

Earth Hour, Just for the trees.

2009-04-10T15:43:00.004+08:00

One period before recess today, that was during English, lousy guy didn't come today, so we had a relief teacher to come in. I skipped class to go down to the field to see the students of A class firing their rockets, seeing everyone succeed except most of my friends. See, talk bad about me is like that lahh. Just kidding, but they didn't manage to make theirs fly.

And I discovered that I missed big trees! Big trees are awesome to climb! I was just climbing one of the lower branches, which wasn't that low, maybe about 2 metres? Just to rekindle the fun I had climbing the rambutan tree back in SS4.

Unfortunately, I did not jump from any branch high enough to require me to roll when I hit the floor *He hits the floor, next thing you know, he's going, roll, roll, roll, roll*

And I didn't even scratch myself while my hands were scraping against the rough bark! Its bark is worse than its bite is wrong! Maybe I'll try going higher next week.

2 sperms were on their way to the ovaries. One said to the other,

"Hey man, how far more to the ovaries?"

"You kidding me? We not even pass the oesophagus!"

Aiyo

2009-04-09T21:40:00.002+08:00

Aiyo, shit lah. My friends and I are getting so lazy and so tired. The day before yesterday I slept at the table while doing some Science, then woke up cause somebody SMS-ed me, after she went off I went off to sleep. That was like 8.45 or so, and I woke up at 6.30, that's like.. almost 10hours of sleep on a weekday, ftw!

The other part of the tale. Jeez, they've got badminton to look forward to on Fridays, I've got Capoeira to look forward to on Fridays too. So we just want Fridays to come quick, and last long, once Friday is over, we just want the next Friday to come again.

I suppose when we're young, and the only enemy being our feelings towards one another, we look forward to the end of every week, the day when we rest.

However, when we're old, when gravity is our enemy, and making guys trip over their own ----, we missed the "old" days where we laughed at nothing.

The grass on the other side is teh greener