Back In Sunway!

It's been so damn long since I blogged, I think. Justa few days only but it felt so so so long. Even though it might've been a few days, it feels kinda long. Ah well... so much to say, so little time. I'll keep this short.

Annual CNY Buffet Dinner

As usual, it was held in Casuarina, courtesy of my grandma and I invited a few more friends to the mix this year, namely the Sunway niggas. Heh heh heh... Shakir, Piumi, Mizna and Amir came to Ipoh around 4 something and I met up with them in Jusco, KFC. Greeted them and then flashed them a bit. Hahahaha... Upper body, not lower. Hahahaha... The place was packed, I wasn't stupid. So later on we headed out, and I showed them the way to go back home later. They were planning to go straight home after the shindig. Unfortunately the jam was so bad, I had to lead them back home straight away because the jam was seriously pissing me off big time. They kinda complimented my room. Heh heh heh... Gave me a few gifts. Really thankful. We took a lot of time to get ready (actually, not me, but them). They went to pray before going and then we went to Casuarina. Saw my other Ipoh friends there, Jin, Whales, Lipas and Chee Hoe. And as usual, Eugene and Jer was late. Like every year. Heh heh heh... Introduced the Ipoh chinks to the Sunway niggas and it was alright. Okay, long story short, everybody kinda got off good. Didn't exactly became buddy-buddy but it was enough to keep the table half-assed-ly noisy. Which was good. Grandma passed around ang pows and those gold fishes with jellies in them. She even gave me an extra angpow and pinched my cheek in front of all my friends. Kinda embarassing but I guess I wasn't really ticked off. In the end, it was a good night. Thanks guys - CHEERS!!!

Moving Into Indahvilla

Yeah, I moved outta the condo. Sure it was kinda convenient that they get the trash out of the apartment and wash our toilets and clean our common areas. BUT... They moniter our every moment and basically are discipline teachers watching our every moment, wandering around the premises and watching the CCTVs. Amazingly smashing. However, the condo was the place where most of my great memories are, both 1st sem and 2nd sem in CIMP. Romance and friendship stories all over. Ah well, Indah is kinda nice, our own place baby! With a PS2! Woohoo! Compliments to Rushdi, of course. However... there are some problems with our place. Hence, I christened our place as...

The Motel

Rikaz ( Shakir's cousin and also another tenant in our place) and his friends are practically semi-tenants in our place. They come almost every day, take over the PS2, make loads of noise, makes me unable to walk around my own home half-naked and the like. There's this huge dude that crashes at our place all the time and he stinks like FUCK. His shoes stink. His pits stink, he stinks. Nuff' said. He stays overnight and that really doesn't contribute to this feeling of security in the house. So, one day Shakir spoke to Rikaz and reminded him of the oath he supposedly took about no turning our place into another Perdana (LONG LONG STORY). So, yesterday while there were some gorillas playing "Catch the Banana" in our humble abode, Rikaz came in with more friends (much to my utter dismay) and then he took them away (much to my delight). This happened yesterday and today he is giving us the cold shoulder. Joy. Ah well, it is a home, not a gambling den and any other weird noisy places you can think of including the brothel. So... problem, half kinda solved. Good enough for me, I can play my games in peace. Ahhh...

VU Orientation

VU seems to be totally devoid of the usual niggas I have grown accustomed to. There are so much chinks. Thank god there are no lala chicks. Or much chicks anyway. Feel like switching to Monash but ah well, you're in Uni for studies... and MAYBE getting some head along the way. Hahahaha... Met some familiar CIMP guys, namely ma nigga in da hood, Ivan, Kang Wei, Shin Ying, Norin and some other chicks from my IDC class last year. Can't remember their names, ah well. Hahahaha... The 1st half of the 1st day was really lousy 'cause they were giving the same shit that they piled on us last year, when we were poor, unsuspecting victims. So we just skipped the afternoon session after we enquired about how does the whole timetable thing works. Seemed fine until this morning when we actually had to go and line up in excrutiating lines and then sign up for tutorials, workshops and practical classes (only for Business Statistics). Me and Kang Wei kinda sticked together throughout the whole time there so we were together in most classes but Ivan stuck with his friend Wiliam so some of our classes are different. Ah well, you win some you lose some. Either way we're gonna be together in some classes so that's good enough for me.

Woah, so much to say, literally. Luckily, that's all that I can muster, as I suffer from CRS, so see you guys in Sunway then. Peace out y'all!

Pre-Euphoria Check

Venue for CNY buffet dinner - Check

Money safely packed in ang pows - Check

Damn motherfucking siew yuk that made me wait for more than 1.5 hours - Check

Grandma complaining about how I get the decos done in the house - Check

Bags packed for Sunway - Check

Music in handphone to avoid SOME relatives - Check

Precious Gundams locked away from evil kiddie hands - Check

Mandarins washed and displayed - Check

Hair spiked - CHECK

Houston, we have ignition.

Victories But Different Endings

I'm sure all of you have played one or more, or just HEARD games with open-ended gameplay, in other words, multiple endings. Usually it would be... Win, and get a certain result and then another also win, but a different result. Both are quite on par on worthwhile. Say you're a conquerer that has the ULTIMATE army. Conquering America, you will get the power of technology and conquering Iraq will get you oil. Either way, it's a good win, right? No losses whatsoever, discounting minimal foot soilder casualties la. Alright, straight to the point....

Scenario: Girl mentions that she likes another dude but I just freakin' gave her some V-day stuff. Should I go for it or screw it?

Action: Go for it!
Rewards: A relationship (Okay, might be a curse for some, but heck, willing to check this out)
Losses: Nothing much, except some alone time and attention that might be better used for other things. And awkward moments perhaps.

OR

Action: Screw it!
Rewards: More alone time and attention for other things and being SINGLE, and no awkward moments especially when things go real south. AND might have a better chance at another potential candidate!
Losses: 100 bucks.

Hmmm... Wow, Seems like a real doozie. I win in both scenarios and both prizes seem worthwhile. Losses are not too big in both, too. Seriously I have no idea what to do. And if you have no good advice (ie: Eating shorts) then dig deep down and think again, or just forget it. Damn man... I wonder who said life was simple? Must've been that Tokyo Drift dude. Peace out y'all.

As The Smoke Clears Away...

I made it a point not to mention that I had any Valentines' Day plans so that it will remain a surprise. So, now that the cat's outta the bag, I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you guys. Me and Amir Rashid actually kinda... conspired to pull off some stunts off on this day. Him, being the one to do it since he was in KL and I wasn't. The plan was getting flowers and all that jazz for our *ahem* targets, and then surprise them in class. Kinda like what I did last year. Except this time Amir was the delivery boy, and the purchaser of the flowers. Owe you one man, and then I also owe you a 100 bucks. Hahahaha... Anyways, me not gonna say the name of this lucky girl but her reaction SMS wasn't exactly like, "Oh my fucking God! FLOWERS! I love you!". Well, duh. That would be way too fast for me to handle. It was fine la, full of surprise, thanks and one thing I didn't expect... She said it was kinda wasteful. Gee man... WTF is wrong with this world these days? I mean, I just blasted my best friend's girl about her similar thoughts and now this? Alright, at least she didn't send me some hate SMS like, "I can't believe a total loser like you thinks you got a chance with me". Alright, that would be WAY bitchy. I would send her a dead cat the next day, man. I guess, I can take what I can get, then. The arrow's been fired, let's see which part of the target does it land on. Peace out y'all! 

Discipline, What Discipline?

Mr Sammy asked me and Cobain for our "discipline drug" for losing weight. There isn't much to it, really, I doubt I exercised any discipline at all. Just go. You've got free time, go. Always jaga your body. Know your limits. If I get any sort of ache anywhere, I don't go, although I can go and do other parts of my body. This is because I am sort of a perfectionist. I finish what I start. Do it as you please la. Do everything as you like. Some processes might be slower than others but don't give up. Sometimes it's better to take the easy way out, like me. =D I hate running, so I never touch the treadmill. Instead I opt for the bike. For weights, just use normal ones in the beginning, damn heavy ones in your second round and then light ones for the third or the last round. Your choice. Working on your abdomen is great as well. Since your body figure is mainly determined by that area, attack it with like, I don't know, like, what, 100 sit ups? Not in one round la, but, as you move along the circuits. 30 here, 30 there. Alright, I'm no pro la, these are just exactly what my trainer said. So just passing on the info la. No need much discipline la, just stop buying those kuih and no drinks 'cept plain water for every meal and you will be fine. =D So, Sammy boy, this is MY "discipline drug". I don't know about Cobain's. Peace out y'all. 

Pre-CNY Mishap

A leak sprung up on my ceiling! It's somewhere near the stairwell, makes it kinda dangerous to go up and down the stairs. Heh heh heh... Heard the plumber saying that it was because the pipe was kinda huge in diameter and in the end, huge intakes of water broke it and there was some tsunami right above our heads all this time. Wicked. The rats can hang ten, then. Muahahaha...

To Vista or Not to Vista, that is the question

A good friend of mine, Jin Ken (same guy with the ho), is rather over-keen on trying out new things. So far he has done things like buying the PS2 real early, and then eventually making it fall down, and then trading it for a few hundred bucks and a GBA with 2 games. Few weeks back, he consulted me about buying a laptop and sort of told me what the supplier thought about the brand(s) I reccomended, rather nasty comments, I'd say. If you want advice, take it or leave it and then say nothing at all. All this debating was done via SMS while I was in the cinema and he knew that after I gave him a huge head-ups. Makes one wonder if there is a rehab center for etiquette. Anyways, he pandai-pandai installed Vista on his brand new spanking laptop. As most of us might know, Vista demands a lot of oomph from your PC like Mayans and Aztecs needing sacrifices now and then to appease their gods of crops, sun, river and god knows what else. Laptops usually do not make the grade of Vista but he did it anyways. Drivers became incompatible, blablabla. He said it was smooth, sure. Seriously mate, even a un-tech-savvy person like my mum knows it is best to let the hardcore tech geeks to go have a round or two with the Vista software and iron out the shortcomings. Besides, I read a Star article today about it and it seems it just falls short of what people expect. Sure it has a fancy display and shit but you go to a rock concert to see the band, not the fireworks, right? I guess I'll stick to my trusty XP instead of opting to go mad with new things, ESPECIALLY when Microsoft is concerned.

The Big V

No, not talking about that girl in CIMP. I'm talking about Valentine's Day. From here, can't really see any big fuss going on. Even my friends all seem to have that V-day spirit sucked right outta them. No roses, no chocolates, no nothing. Lack of cash or girl to even give the stuff to? I have no idea. Hahahaha.. Either way, I've got something up my sleeve this year. Although I might be stuck in Ipoh, I sure as hell have an agent in KL to help me out. Fingers crossed hoping to make this work out fine! =D

A'ite, guess that's it. So remember to take your girlfriend out at least to a mamak stall, remember to wrap your tool, and don't be over-zealous when it comes to Microsoft software. Peace out y'all!

High School Woes

Thank God it ain't my woes. My brother raged into the house today because their school (St Micheal Ipoh, a school that I despise the most) had implemented this new rule. Alright, before I talk about this new rule, here's a bit of back story. God knows how they swindled money outta the parents of the students, but they somehow managed to get enough dough to build some classy 5-star TOILET. Yeah... toilet. Shiny new marble walls, state-of-the-art urinals, bathing stalls and stuff like that. Somewhat like that Sunway toilet that Amir talked about in a previous blog. Maybe something like that Premiere Toilet that I saw in some mall that day. Alright, this 5-star toilet still wasn't safe from the school's vandals, from what I heard in between the insane rants and curses under his breath, they bloody stuffed mineral bottles into the toilets and then proceeded to flush them, causing floods, shit coming out the wrong end, etc, etc. The school just went ahead and confirmed my claims that school is friggin' idiotic, they went and made a rule of "No mineral water bottles" and opted for kids to buy those space bottles that have been all the rage these days. I for one have no friggin' idea how much these things cost but... alright, economically speaking, isn't it better to re-use used mineral water bottles instead of just throwing them away? I mean, bringing them to school and work is the best way to re-use these bottles. Alright, what about those families that don't have money to spare and survive day after day by the skin of their teeth? Do they have the money to dish out to buy some measly bottle just to appease the school's idiotic whims? I mean, the money could be used to feed the family and shit, man. Seriously, the school should instead catch these students and not implement some new rule that will cause the students problems. I guess they ARE taking the lazy way out. I guess I can also say that the school has dropped to the level of these vandalizing idiots. What was that line again? Never pick a fight with an idiot because they will pull you down to their level and beat you with their experience. One can argue idiots are smart in their own idiotic ways. Heh heh heh... Ah well... Never liked that school anyways, so much snobbish buggers. Limelight hoggers as well. Ever heard of calling the paparazzi over to write an article about your own student attacked by bees 'cause they kinda accidently smoked the beehive during a scout's meeting? Hahahahaha... Lame ass jokers man. A'ite then, hope to see you guys during CNY or after CNY. Alright, peace out y'all! 

Now THIS Is the Season To Be Jolly

Hell yeah. Christmas is nothing. Hari Raya is nothing. CNY is the real shit man. Now, which other celebration in the world needs older married people to dish out cold hard cash to the kids? Christmas comes close with presents. Grand feasts? Christmas comes close, but just turkey? And some other stuf that you get to eat regularly? Damn man... CNY IS the season to be jolly.

And Here Comes The Relatives

Well, few relatives came over today for an early visit (maybe 'cause we gave them some really expensive shit the other day). Anyways, hard to explain how the heck are they related to me, but I will try. They're my grandpa's (dad's side) brother's wife, daughter and 2 kids (girls, both past high school). I damn well know that they came to our house 'cause I was playing Vice City (yeah, again) on the computer outside, not my laptop. So if they can hear me sawing my way through countless hapless VC citizens, sure as hell I can hear them talking downstairs. I listened intently as I was evading the cops while trying to find hidden packages and eventually I realized the conversation had steered into haphazoudous areas - ME. So, few minutes later, they were yappin' about me going to gym and bla bla bla. So, yeah, they called me down to take a look at me. Honestly I don't know what's the big deal. So I stalled about 15 minutes and continued blasting those damned army men (I had 6 stars already just by nuking 'copters). Eventually they ran into the topic of my mum yelling at us from downstairs trying to get us downstairs to have lunch/dinner/ getting chores done. So before they can start bad-mouthing me in my own abode, I went downstairs la. For some odd reason, they started exclaiming how different I looked. Something about me looking much thinner and having a boy-ish look compared to last time that I was more mature.

=_="

So my mum started saying that I lost 8 KG and the girls went like "Aah!" and said they were so jealous and stuff like that. Girls. I mean, dude, it's just 8 KG, man. It's not a lot. Then my mum started saying that I go to gym twice a day and then have a morning walk before my morning session and bla bla bla. You guys know how mums go when talking about ther children. Complaining. Comparing. Urgh. *rolls eyes* So, one way or another, I joined in the fray of the conversation, and then somehow the band business came up so I showed them my framed up Kurtz article. Yeah, I WAS serious! I DID frame it. I am freakin' proud! WOOHOO! *ahem Anyways, questions bombarded me and so I told them what I said in my previous blog entry about the new band, Blast Off and some other stuff that was during last sems' rather disappointing Talent Night performance. The elder daughter started talking a lot to me (get those thoughts of impending incest outta your head!) about the band and life in KL. Seems she was nearer to KLCC so she hangs there more whereas I'm a Sunway kid and I hang there more. Somehow Amsterdam got thrown into the mix. I told her about that crazy plan I had with Shakira about going to Amsterdam and smoking weed and having some hookers, all the while with our wives in tow. Yeah, honeymoon in Amsterdam. Fuck yeah. Forgot how the conversation went and then she wanted to see some "foreign hunks" on my laptop. And so I led her up to my room and showed her the contents of my lappy. ONLY what she wanted to see, not some other volatile stuff. So the conversation went on about uni stuff and Australia. I still can't get some memories outta my head about Australia. Damn. Eventually she had to go and they all left. She admitted that she still thought of me as a "kid running around in my underpants". Seriously, for the record, I never did that when I was a kid. I do it now, sans the underwear. Nudist at heart man. So yeah, sure changed her perspective of me. Hardcore rocker. Hahahahhaa...

New Year Clothes Shopping

It's a ritual for all chinks. Young, old, in-between. Thin, chunky, healthy, sick, men, women, aquas, lalas, you gotta do it. Grandma really meant it when she said go buy all you want. Spent at least 200 bucks nailing more than 5 pieces of clothing. Got this shirt that had a really interesting header. Anyways, it was horrific, as usual. Shopping... *groan* My brother with us complaining about it didn't help either. In the end got everything sorted out and decorations, ang pow, and CNY annual buffet dinner up and ready. So, for those who are attending, it's on. For those who aren't, there's still next year!

Better not make this too long for y'all. So, peace out y'all!

The Call That I Have Been Waiting For

Hell yeah, this is what I have been waiting to hear all holiday long. After so long brushing up on my bass guitar, Danny finally called me up to make a new band. So far, it's just me, Danny and Joseph in this thing. We need a drummer, a vocalist and MAYBE a keyboardist. So far this is all speculation la. But if all goes well... We might be able to perform at this sem's CIMP Talent Night. Now I just gotta brush up on more tabs and other stuff to get myself to top notch. The new name's not determined yet since we don't have all the members but Danny's got "Elements" in mind, representing ourselves, since we're from such diverse backgrounds, even musically. If everything really goes all 100% top-notch PERFECT, then... we advance to something seriously over our head. May seem soppy. May seem useless. May seem dead boring. But what better way to fame is there except by embarassing yourself on satellite TV. That's right. I'm talking about... BLAST OFF. Sure it's lame. Sure it's useless, but it seems to be the best shot into fame by far. So far, these are all merely dreams and speculation. Hopefully, these dreams will come through. With loads of jamming and a whole lotta nerve. So, until then, peace out y'all!

Post-Thaipusam

Yesterday was Thaipusam (DUH). Freakin' good oppurtunity to go out with some friends 'cause they're free. So... plans made, and ladida, decided - Death Note 2 at TGV at Jusco. Since I know that the road that I usually take will be laden with Pursuit Breakers, I took another route, all around it but basically avoiding that 1 road but ending up at the roundabout near there. Horrendous mistake. Freakin' shit jam there. Well, long story short, we managed to claim the booked tickets in time and watched the movie in peace. Death Note 2... woah. All characters still look the same, since that the period between the shooting of both movies are just, what, months apart? Starts off nicely, and kicks off with some serious tension and mind games with L and Yagami Light. Twists here and there but eventually, Light and L dies because of the Death Note. *sighs* Although Light was getting kinda mad in the end, I still wish he'd live. Ah well, this is one anime that strays (I'm saying this in a good manner) from the stereotypical good vs evil animes complete with mini-skirt schoolgirls with tight tops and overly-feminine toyboys. The line between good and evil has been blurred so much, that it invokes loads of questions. Deep stuff, man. Anyway, this morning, the road has been opened again, but the Pursuit Breakers are still there and there was a huge cleaning-up by cops and the MBI (the garbagemen). Why? Duh, here's a look...

MBI dudes cleaning up the scene





Trash along the stalls



Makes you wonder where all the trash comes from



Trash...



More trash...



A bit more trash

Alright, I've got a Royal Rumble to spectate. Peace out y'all!