As I sat halfway through today’s MIP workshop next to Kang Wei, Coacher, Elly and Veri, I suddenly realized it was almost a week since Chee King’s passing. Wow… Life really does go on. It was weird at first but I guess we all adjust really fast to it, eh? Last night, me, Khai and Ivan had got together at Khai’s place to go study some Business Stats. We went to McDonalds to study there ‘cause there were free re-fills. Seriously in my whole life I’ve never heard such things before. Hey, what do you expect from a kid from Ipoh, eh? Truly a first. We did get some work done and we talked a lot. Lots of things were explained, revealed and reflected on. A death of a friend truly has brought us all together much more closer than ever since now we’re always looking out for each other. Man… I still can’t believe that we all studied and talked from 10 something all the way to 2 a.m, man. Shiiittt…. I’m not feeling very tired but I guess it must be the Red Bull that I’ve been starting to chug these few days.
More Indahvilla Madness
It seems… that some people have an extremely strange fascination with A/C remotes. 3 a/c remotes (Rikaz’s, and 2 from Abhid’s place) has went missing. Rikaz suddenly planned to change the locks and forge new keys for all of us. Man… first his handphone (on the eve of his birthday some more) went missing now his a/c remote. Either someone really loves us and knows that when Rikaz complains, we are happy or someone is extremely vindictive towards the poor boy. Anyways, if anyone does find his remote, call me up. =P
Peace out y’all.
P.S: I heard from some people there are actually people who are reading some people's blogs to keep tabs on certain people that I am close to. Hey, dude, if you're reading this, get a life. You seriously gotta ease up and re-evaluate your punk-ass-bitch attitude.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
Funeral For a Friend
Not that god-damned band, for god's sake. Literally a funeral for a friend. Ivan picked me up from Indahvilla to Khai's place in Subang Jaya before we left for the funeral parlor and we had a bite to eat at his place prepared by his maid. We then left for Klang and got there a bit off time but there were other VU people there already. After that, we went in to light up some joss sticks and then went to look at Chee King inside his coffin. No tears came out. I guess everyone's all outta tears but I can't say the same for some of Chee King's relatives and especially his mum. Anyways, we waited for a while longer and then finally opened up the coffin's glass case for everyone to have their one last absolute last time to look at him. They funeral dudes were again saying the same old thing they say all the time, which was no tears on the body and don't call out his name and stuff like that. After that we looked away from the coffin as usual when they were moving the body and then we followed the hearse all the way to the main road where we boarded 2 buses to get to the Fairy Park Memorial Center (basically, the cemetery). It was a fucking long ride. We went all the way to Meru and then it was located in some desolate kampung area. Man, Chee King, I want to visit you also hard to find you ah. Anyways, they proceeded to the pagoda where they chopped up the roast pig to give to everyone and then we went on the cremation area. The coffin, which was now closed, was placed on a conveyer belt, ready to be sent into the fiery inferno (which most probably would happen later). The medium did the usual mumbo jumbo and then they played some extremely lame (and probably pre-recorded) message telling people to stand up and pay our last respects and then played a lame version of “Auld Lang Syne” to accompany the coffin, rolling into the waiting area of the incinerator. Excellent. After that, the funeral dudes passed out “good luck charms” for everyone. Some idiot fed this charm (which was actually a coin wrapped in red paper) to the monkey in the cage right outside the building. The monkey actually swallowed it. Amazing, innit? The monkey’s gonna have a blast getting that thing outta it’s system, one way or the other. It was a rather short trip back to Klang but it all ended well. Once again, I wish to extend my condolences to Chee King’s family for the loss of such a great person and also to thank everyone who came to his funeral and those who have helped us all through a time of such great grief. Peace out y’all.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
In The Wake of a Tragedy
After Law class (or whatever was left of it after the release of the news to the class), we all went to the funeral parlor in Klang to see Chee King for perhaps the very last time. I couldn’t stand it… I couldn’t be strong when I saw him inside. His face was cut around the bottom and his lip was cut. Oh man… I just hope that he didn’t feel a thing when it happened. We all stood there and chanted along with Mr. Tee. We stayed for awhile and left at around 9 something. While we were there, there were other VU students who were there already and Mr. Tee, Ms. Greeja and Mrs. Lim were there already. I managed to ask Mr. Ng about what the police report said about how Chee King died. It turns out that… most likely that he fell asleep while on the wheel. He woke up, panicked and revved his way into the tree. Oh god… The car then proceeded to crush itself into him because of its fucking lousy body. His dad then proceeded to say that most likely he got knocked out and the wreckage suffocated him. Man… it isn’t the best way to die but a person like Chee King… did not deserve such a death. He treated us all as brothers and sisters. May his soul rest in peace.
I would like to thank all of you who are reading this AND attended the recent wake for coming to see him. Thank you so much.
Funeral Info: Sunday, 11 am. Please reach the funeral parlor at 11 am. Everyone will probably arrive at 1 pm for his body to be cremated.
Peace out y’all.
I would like to thank all of you who are reading this AND attended the recent wake for coming to see him. Thank you so much.
Funeral Info: Sunday, 11 am. Please reach the funeral parlor at 11 am. Everyone will probably arrive at 1 pm for his body to be cremated.
Peace out y’all.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Fragile, Innit?
Here I am sitting in my room, Friday morning, waiting for 9, hoping to see the guys in college. However, one of us will be absent from this little gathering and it is this absent person we shall be remembering and gathering for today. That person is Ng Chee King.
This is what went down yesterday, my version, that is.
MIP Workshop (3.30-4.30)
Me and the guys went to class after a lunch of bak kut teh with U-Jun, Khai and Chee King himself. He didnt eat but he was talking non-stop as usual. We all parted ways after lunch. A call came from Chee King to Aaron's handphone in the middle of class. An unknown person told him briefly that our friend was involved in an accident. Throughout the whole class, we tried to contact Chee King but it kept skipping to his voice mailbox. Later we received class from his mum and stuff like that. Eventually we contacted one of his good friends that we met before, Steven. Eventually we got info that he has indeed crashed the car in Shah Alam. U-Jun and Khai who had went home came back to Sunway to get us. Khai hinted to me, and he was pretty unsure that time, that Chee King had died. However, it was all speculation at that time. I didn't want to admit that he had died. Not another one.
On the way (5.xx - 6.xx)
I can't remember what time did we reach the crash site but all I remember is that we took the Federal Highway and turned off at the exit with the label of Kawasan Perindustrian Shah Alam. There we saw 2 cars parked there. Steven's car and another friend's car. He told us the crash site was up ahead, near the light pole. I was the 1st one to go up and check it. Everyone was quiet, tense and pretty much shaken. One of our own was probably dead or hanging by a thread. At the site, all was left was partial parts of his new sideskirts, both the side mirrors, cracked like shit, parts of his bumper and finally... a pool of blood. I walked back to the rest of them and saw that Han John had arrived on the scene. Some of us got rather emotional at that time but it was all understandable. Later, we all walked to the site together (after Meng Hui and his girlfriend arrived) and scoped it out. It was truly just a brief summary of what carnage the damned Satria had went through. Shit, Proton, stop making your cars outta plastic or clay or bloody paper! And install god-damn air-bags, SHIT! FUCK! The tree looked as though it has been punched repeatedly.
Klang (6.xx- 8.xx)
Soon, Steven said he would bring us into Klang to check which hospital he was in. He called up a friend that was a resident of Klang and he brought us to the hospital. We went around and around and finally asked about Chee King. Steven asked where his BODY was. I thought… Hell, most of us thought he was on the table, getting saved. I still couldn’t believe my ears and we all went to the forensic department where all the bodies were kept and processed especially if they were involved in a car accident, murder or suicide. So, I dreaded to ask the attendant if he was there but I had to, to be sure myself. Sure as the trees were green outside as the sun was setting, they had him alright. He was fucking frozen in a friggin’ body bag in the fucking freezer with a toe tag. It was horrible. That sinking feeling was horrible. It was just… horrible.
Rest in Peace, Chee King. You’ll always be one of us. You’ll always be a brother to us all. We will never ever forget you.
Peace out y’all.
This is what went down yesterday, my version, that is.
MIP Workshop (3.30-4.30)
Me and the guys went to class after a lunch of bak kut teh with U-Jun, Khai and Chee King himself. He didnt eat but he was talking non-stop as usual. We all parted ways after lunch. A call came from Chee King to Aaron's handphone in the middle of class. An unknown person told him briefly that our friend was involved in an accident. Throughout the whole class, we tried to contact Chee King but it kept skipping to his voice mailbox. Later we received class from his mum and stuff like that. Eventually we contacted one of his good friends that we met before, Steven. Eventually we got info that he has indeed crashed the car in Shah Alam. U-Jun and Khai who had went home came back to Sunway to get us. Khai hinted to me, and he was pretty unsure that time, that Chee King had died. However, it was all speculation at that time. I didn't want to admit that he had died. Not another one.
On the way (5.xx - 6.xx)
I can't remember what time did we reach the crash site but all I remember is that we took the Federal Highway and turned off at the exit with the label of Kawasan Perindustrian Shah Alam. There we saw 2 cars parked there. Steven's car and another friend's car. He told us the crash site was up ahead, near the light pole. I was the 1st one to go up and check it. Everyone was quiet, tense and pretty much shaken. One of our own was probably dead or hanging by a thread. At the site, all was left was partial parts of his new sideskirts, both the side mirrors, cracked like shit, parts of his bumper and finally... a pool of blood. I walked back to the rest of them and saw that Han John had arrived on the scene. Some of us got rather emotional at that time but it was all understandable. Later, we all walked to the site together (after Meng Hui and his girlfriend arrived) and scoped it out. It was truly just a brief summary of what carnage the damned Satria had went through. Shit, Proton, stop making your cars outta plastic or clay or bloody paper! And install god-damn air-bags, SHIT! FUCK! The tree looked as though it has been punched repeatedly.
Klang (6.xx- 8.xx)
Soon, Steven said he would bring us into Klang to check which hospital he was in. He called up a friend that was a resident of Klang and he brought us to the hospital. We went around and around and finally asked about Chee King. Steven asked where his BODY was. I thought… Hell, most of us thought he was on the table, getting saved. I still couldn’t believe my ears and we all went to the forensic department where all the bodies were kept and processed especially if they were involved in a car accident, murder or suicide. So, I dreaded to ask the attendant if he was there but I had to, to be sure myself. Sure as the trees were green outside as the sun was setting, they had him alright. He was fucking frozen in a friggin’ body bag in the fucking freezer with a toe tag. It was horrible. That sinking feeling was horrible. It was just… horrible.
We had lunch together that day. We were all the last ones that saw him.
I was the last OTHER person in his car. I helped him pick up his books off the road when he drove off with them on the roof.
We were just having breakfast together the previous day, playing chor dai di together with Kang Wei, Han John, Wing Hoh and Jospeh in Orange.
It all happened so fast.
It’s so short
So fragile
Yet… So precious
Oh god… Why have you taken another one? I hate you.
I
HATE
YOU.
Oh yeah, I fucking hate you. You’ve made everything miserable. Laugh while you can, ‘cause when I get up there, I’ll whoop your silly ass all the way to hell!
I was the last OTHER person in his car. I helped him pick up his books off the road when he drove off with them on the roof.
We were just having breakfast together the previous day, playing chor dai di together with Kang Wei, Han John, Wing Hoh and Jospeh in Orange.
It all happened so fast.
It’s so short
So fragile
Yet… So precious
Oh god… Why have you taken another one? I hate you.
I
HATE
YOU.
Oh yeah, I fucking hate you. You’ve made everything miserable. Laugh while you can, ‘cause when I get up there, I’ll whoop your silly ass all the way to hell!
Rest in Peace, Chee King. You’ll always be one of us. You’ll always be a brother to us all. We will never ever forget you.
Peace out y’all.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Tragic.... The Good Die Young, Seriously
And so they do. One of our own, our VU brother, Ng Chee King has died this afternoon while driving home. Life is short, precious and fragile. He was a good person. The occasional dirty joke here and there but it was all good in his heart. Condolences to him and his family. Further information about the funeral will be given soon.
Rest in Peace, Chee King, for you shall always remain in our memories
You've taken another one from me. Wait for me, for I shall come and exact my revenge.
Peace out y'all.
Rest in Peace, Chee King, for you shall always remain in our memories
You've taken another one from me. Wait for me, for I shall come and exact my revenge.
Peace out y'all.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Q&A With the Struggling Soul
I guess I should’ve seen this coming when I was a kid. I knew I was right when I said I didn’t want to grow up too fast. While I am walking back everyday from college, unique questions popped up in my head. Like today, for example, I asked myself this:
“Doesn’t everyone get to choose? Obligations may be obligations but still, it is right for us to choose, isn’t it?”
Alright, since I am a “Rules are meant to be broken” kind of person, I couldn’t give a fuck about this. However, due to recent ongoing events in my life, or rather, ongoing events that I have witnessed in my life, I would say that everyone has the right to choose. Obligations may be obligations. Favors that led to the obligation can be repaid. We’re not talking about slavery now, are we? Seriously, if I was in such a position and I owed someone a humongous fucking favor, I would do my best to repay the person as I want. If that person expects a specific performance outta the favor, I will try to fulfill it but still, this is not slavery, bitch. I’m just returning the favor. I say, return the damn favor and fight for your rights to choose again. This ain’t the black slave market anymore, man. People have rights. People have to right… to choose.
Another question I asked myself sometime ago was something to do with freedom of blogging, in Malaysia, especially since the government suddenly started paying SOME (or should I say, slight) attention to the M’sian blogger community. They were talking about being responsible bla bla bla… Normal stuff, as usual but hey, we’re all accountable for our own words so that counts as responsible, no? I believe, I BELIEVE, that they’ve thinly-veiled a warning to bloggers out there to watch their tongues (or fingers, in this case) about sensitive material. I think censorship was supposed to deal with that. Blogging is the only (perhaps) the only way for people to voice their opinions freely on sensitive issues without being beaten up. Try dropping the N-bomb in Harlem and get your white punk ass beaten up before the cops can come and chase those dudes away. However, you can say it freely on cyberspace (only for humour, not racist comments) without getting your arse kicked halfway across the block. So what I’m trying to say here is that there is freedom of speech on cyberspace since everything else in the world has been constricted by laws and regulations and assholes who have nothing better to do than making people’s lives miserable. So, I say that the government should seriously reconsider their actions than to make the lives of bloggers miserable and restrict another medium for people to voice out their opinions.
Last question goes something like:
“To commit or not to commit?”
That is the question that I have yet to come to ends with. Let time be the judge. Peace put y’all.
“Doesn’t everyone get to choose? Obligations may be obligations but still, it is right for us to choose, isn’t it?”
Alright, since I am a “Rules are meant to be broken” kind of person, I couldn’t give a fuck about this. However, due to recent ongoing events in my life, or rather, ongoing events that I have witnessed in my life, I would say that everyone has the right to choose. Obligations may be obligations. Favors that led to the obligation can be repaid. We’re not talking about slavery now, are we? Seriously, if I was in such a position and I owed someone a humongous fucking favor, I would do my best to repay the person as I want. If that person expects a specific performance outta the favor, I will try to fulfill it but still, this is not slavery, bitch. I’m just returning the favor. I say, return the damn favor and fight for your rights to choose again. This ain’t the black slave market anymore, man. People have rights. People have to right… to choose.
Another question I asked myself sometime ago was something to do with freedom of blogging, in Malaysia, especially since the government suddenly started paying SOME (or should I say, slight) attention to the M’sian blogger community. They were talking about being responsible bla bla bla… Normal stuff, as usual but hey, we’re all accountable for our own words so that counts as responsible, no? I believe, I BELIEVE, that they’ve thinly-veiled a warning to bloggers out there to watch their tongues (or fingers, in this case) about sensitive material. I think censorship was supposed to deal with that. Blogging is the only (perhaps) the only way for people to voice their opinions freely on sensitive issues without being beaten up. Try dropping the N-bomb in Harlem and get your white punk ass beaten up before the cops can come and chase those dudes away. However, you can say it freely on cyberspace (only for humour, not racist comments) without getting your arse kicked halfway across the block. So what I’m trying to say here is that there is freedom of speech on cyberspace since everything else in the world has been constricted by laws and regulations and assholes who have nothing better to do than making people’s lives miserable. So, I say that the government should seriously reconsider their actions than to make the lives of bloggers miserable and restrict another medium for people to voice out their opinions.
Last question goes something like:
“To commit or not to commit?”
That is the question that I have yet to come to ends with. Let time be the judge. Peace put y’all.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Oh Snap! I Got Tagged... =_="
Kat started this and I think I will have to oblige her... Heh heh heh... So, here're the rules as far as I can remember. After you get tagged, write abut your past or current crush. After you're done, list down five other people to get tagged so they can write about THEIR experience. Interesting...
However, I don’t expect the lads on my pathetic list to go ahead with this but what the hell, you might never know… Here we go, since I got bloody tagged…
=_=”
If I’ve told this story once, I must’ve told this story a million times to all my friends of how I met this girl called Denise Choong. ‘til this day I ask myself the same question… What the @#$%^&*( is wrong with you?! Anyways, here’s how the story goes. *Prepare for exaggeration and unforgiving swearing*
It was, ah fuck, which year was it? It was after SPM la. For those who are the same age as me should remember the fucking date. Or not. Ah fuck. Anyways, after SPM, my mum decided to take us all (me, her and my bro) to Australia since I had just finished SPM. Woo-fucking-hoo. I wasn’t thrilled, I wasn’t disappointed, I just didn’t have much… how do we say, expectations. So, enter Australia, land of the lazy and the ex-cons. Lazy, why, you ask? They fucking close EVERYTHING at 5 pm. What the hell, man. But I gotta say they got some sweet merchandise in those stores… Anyways, I had been scoping out the chicks in the tour group that we were with. I can’t really remember or can’t be bothered to disclose any extra details but they were a’ite. Then, I saw this chick, skin so pale with her mum (which I thought they were actually sisters at that time… =_=”) and she was… like, dayem… DAMN
DAMN
GOD-DAMN-FUCKING-ASS-SHIT DAYEM
Damn
Woah
At that time la. Now leh… different story. Anyways, I had this major crush on her. Tried to get infor on her as much as I could. I even asked the bloody tour guide about her. Gotta thank the bloke to this day. Fast forward to the last day, 8 pm at the Aussie airport, ready to depart back to sunny M’sia. I’m going to spare minor details but I managed to get her number at last when somehow she managed to tear away from her mum. I swear, I went outside the airport and I was like, “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!”. Yeah, I was such a virgin. I would’ve kicked my punk ass bitch self if I could go back in time. She lived in Penang and I was in bloody Ipoh at that time. I called, SMS-ed, MSN-ed, whatever way I could get and do and shit like that. Fucking ass obsessed motherfucker I was. Yeah, scary, I know. Anyways, we somehow (I managed to coax her to come to Sunway) ended up in Sunway and lived in the same hostel. I was in CIMP and she was in A-Levels. La-dee-da… We ended up spending buttloads of time together and eventually hooked up and it lasted say… a week? Don’t ask why ‘cause it’s the most motherfucking idiotic reason I could ever fucking think of. If she is reading this now, she would probably rip my arms out and beat me to a fucking piece of pulp by now. Man… seriously, man. It was STUPID. With a capital S! Jesus Christ… See! Even to this day, I am cursing like fuck about it. It is that damn stupid! Anyways, things kinda went downhill from there. Eventually it was the mid-sem break and we finally officially cut off all contact from each other. There was a huge fight and I snapped and shit like that. I mean, she was being such a little biatch in the end I was being such a little biatch in the end. In the end, I guess she couldn’t stand me and neither could I her. Recently I called her up and apologized for something but she gave a typical Denise-esque answer that I’ve grown to be accustomed to. Ah well, comes to show that sometimes investments don’t give you back benefits.
Guys, I loved her like I never loved before and she fucking screwed it up big time. In the end, I screwed it up as well. But what the fuck, I’m here, right now, single, happy and surrounded by friends that actually give a shit about who I am and what I do. So, guys out there being tormented by your bitch(es), I suggest it’s time you hold the god-damn whip and show her who’s boss.
Alright, I guess I completed the tagged challenge. Now to choose my next five. My pathetic list of bloggers either consist of people who seriously will not give a shit about this whole tagged issue or people that do not update at all (*cough*Danny*cough*). So here goes the list…
Wing Hoh
Shantee
Amir
Wei Shiarn
Jospeh
Alright, get to work! Peace out y’all!
However, I don’t expect the lads on my pathetic list to go ahead with this but what the hell, you might never know… Here we go, since I got bloody tagged…
=_=”
If I’ve told this story once, I must’ve told this story a million times to all my friends of how I met this girl called Denise Choong. ‘til this day I ask myself the same question… What the @#$%^&*( is wrong with you?! Anyways, here’s how the story goes. *Prepare for exaggeration and unforgiving swearing*
It was, ah fuck, which year was it? It was after SPM la. For those who are the same age as me should remember the fucking date. Or not. Ah fuck. Anyways, after SPM, my mum decided to take us all (me, her and my bro) to Australia since I had just finished SPM. Woo-fucking-hoo. I wasn’t thrilled, I wasn’t disappointed, I just didn’t have much… how do we say, expectations. So, enter Australia, land of the lazy and the ex-cons. Lazy, why, you ask? They fucking close EVERYTHING at 5 pm. What the hell, man. But I gotta say they got some sweet merchandise in those stores… Anyways, I had been scoping out the chicks in the tour group that we were with. I can’t really remember or can’t be bothered to disclose any extra details but they were a’ite. Then, I saw this chick, skin so pale with her mum (which I thought they were actually sisters at that time… =_=”) and she was… like, dayem… DAMN
DAMN
GOD-DAMN-FUCKING-ASS-SHIT DAYEM
Damn
Woah
At that time la. Now leh… different story. Anyways, I had this major crush on her. Tried to get infor on her as much as I could. I even asked the bloody tour guide about her. Gotta thank the bloke to this day. Fast forward to the last day, 8 pm at the Aussie airport, ready to depart back to sunny M’sia. I’m going to spare minor details but I managed to get her number at last when somehow she managed to tear away from her mum. I swear, I went outside the airport and I was like, “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!”. Yeah, I was such a virgin. I would’ve kicked my punk ass bitch self if I could go back in time. She lived in Penang and I was in bloody Ipoh at that time. I called, SMS-ed, MSN-ed, whatever way I could get and do and shit like that. Fucking ass obsessed motherfucker I was. Yeah, scary, I know. Anyways, we somehow (I managed to coax her to come to Sunway) ended up in Sunway and lived in the same hostel. I was in CIMP and she was in A-Levels. La-dee-da… We ended up spending buttloads of time together and eventually hooked up and it lasted say… a week? Don’t ask why ‘cause it’s the most motherfucking idiotic reason I could ever fucking think of. If she is reading this now, she would probably rip my arms out and beat me to a fucking piece of pulp by now. Man… seriously, man. It was STUPID. With a capital S! Jesus Christ… See! Even to this day, I am cursing like fuck about it. It is that damn stupid! Anyways, things kinda went downhill from there. Eventually it was the mid-sem break and we finally officially cut off all contact from each other. There was a huge fight and I snapped and shit like that. I mean, she was being such a little biatch in the end I was being such a little biatch in the end. In the end, I guess she couldn’t stand me and neither could I her. Recently I called her up and apologized for something but she gave a typical Denise-esque answer that I’ve grown to be accustomed to. Ah well, comes to show that sometimes investments don’t give you back benefits.
Guys, I loved her like I never loved before and she fucking screwed it up big time. In the end, I screwed it up as well. But what the fuck, I’m here, right now, single, happy and surrounded by friends that actually give a shit about who I am and what I do. So, guys out there being tormented by your bitch(es), I suggest it’s time you hold the god-damn whip and show her who’s boss.
Alright, I guess I completed the tagged challenge. Now to choose my next five. My pathetic list of bloggers either consist of people who seriously will not give a shit about this whole tagged issue or people that do not update at all (*cough*Danny*cough*). So here goes the list…
Wing Hoh
Shantee
Amir
Wei Shiarn
Jospeh
Alright, get to work! Peace out y’all!
Friday, May 18, 2007
It Comes to Prove Who I Really Am....
I was just skimming through some fellow bloggers pages and I came across this. It's really interesting how they can come up with such things.
Hmm... I guess it's right in a way... I have shackled myself to somethings in life, things that I might not need to shackle myself unto but hey... like it says, "Any chain is freely worn". I took the test again and changed the variables again because they had multiple options that reflected me as well...
You are The Devil
Materiality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession
The Devil is often a great card for business success; hard work and ambition.
Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really "Satan" at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild - or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
Hmm... I guess it's right in a way... I have shackled myself to somethings in life, things that I might not need to shackle myself unto but hey... like it says, "Any chain is freely worn". I took the test again and changed the variables again because they had multiple options that reflected me as well...
You are The Emperor
Stability, power, protection, realization; a great person.
The Emperor is the great authority figure of the Tarot, so it represents
fathers, father-figures and employers. There is a lot of aggression and violence
too.
The Emperor naturally follows the Empress. Like an infant, he is filled with enthuiasm, energy, aggression. He is direct, guileless and all too often irresistible. Unfortunately, like a baby he can also be a tyrant. Impatient, demanding, controlling. In the best of circumstances, he signifies the leader that everyone wants to follow, sitting on a throne that indicates the solid foundation of an Empire he created, loves and rules with intelligence and enthusiasm. But that throne can also be a trap, a responsibility that has the Emperor feeling restless, bored and discontent.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Run Like Hell!
And so we did, and like hell, as well! =P While we were finishing up our MOB assignment (me, Kang Wei and fellow ex-CIMP-ian Amarr), Kang Wei decided to check the BL scores on Blackboard. To his horror, he found out that he had got a 0 for his assignment! *gasp* So, we went to see Mr Prem (seeing Mr Zain would be suicide despite what he said about the fact that the door is always open) to ask about the marks la. When we arrived at his door, there was a note reading out his consultation hours... For Tuesday it was... 3.30 to 4.30. It was 3.45. I know exactly how that dude who wrote "late bastard" on his door felt like. As we turned around, we saw him waddling over. *phew* There was another girl already asking him about something else so we waited awhile. Finally Kang Wei got his turn and he explained everything. Eventually it turns out the only possible answer to the whole disappearing act was the whole trashcan incident. For the ones who are staring into space about the trashcan story, it goes something like this. Mr Zain unloaded the boxes of assignments from his car and asked one of the Sunway workers to look after it while he went to take the rest. The illiterate illegal immigrant (my racist alter-ego is guessing he floated on a plank here from Indonesia) took the damn box and threw it into the dustbin.
*applause*
Smashing, innit? So, some assignments went missing, of course. Mr Zain allegedly claims of roughing up the bugger but God knows what really happened... 2 of my friends, Chee King and Kang Wei were the unlucky fellas who got their assignments sent to the incinerator on the other side of the town. Luckily enough, Prem told Kang Wei to go and get him a hard copy ASAP so he can mark it on the spot for him. Unfortunately he didn't have the edited version in his pendrive so we had to go back all the way to Kepong for it. Damn. So we did...
Side note: Kang Wei forgot his OTHER pair of eyes, if you know what I mean. Small story so I'm going to let this one slide
LDP was fucked up at anytime, so he said. He was so fucking right it wasn't funny. There was a point where an accident happened RIGHT before one of the flyovers and since because of that, they couldn't get to the side to assess the damage and shit like that. Took awhile to get past them and eventually got past them and pumped that Hyundai Accent's non-turbo engine-but-has-fake-hood-ornament all the way to Kepong. We hung out until all the papers were printed and forms were filled and had an incredibly smooth journey home. We gave it to Prem and then he gave Kang Wei 14 outta 20 for the assignment. Not bad...
Minutes to Midnight
Yeah, I got the CD, man. I bought it instead of downloading it. I can already see you guys tapping your heads thinking I'm mad. But hey, I'm a fan! Cut me some slack, man! Hahahah.... Alrighty then, the unfortunate thing is that Minutes to Midnight does not deliver the goods. It isn't as good as I thought but hell, they didn't say anything that was rather positive about it either. I just remember them stating that it had a new sound. Nothing about it being "explosive" or anything like that... So, I seriously had doubts from the very beginning. There are some really nice songs like "Bleed It Out", "In Pieces","Leave Out All the Rest" and "Given Up". Let's not forget their recent single as well. Ho hum...
Orange - REOPENED
Hell yeah, bitch! It's been so long... I missed the food there so much. If only I had someone to go with me now to go eat it... Since it's not halal, these guys can't with me. Luckily Pink is halal... but still... I wanna go eat Orange! Oh yeah wait... something happened today at Pink. Haiyo... This girl, freakin' ass thin ah. Dude, I'm talkin' Nicole Ritchie thin, man! Could be worse, could be Stephen Hawking thin, dude! Alright, I gues that's too far. We were all at Orange, after a hearty meal and shit like that and she came and joined us somewhere in the middle like that and was talking about the Redang trip with the guys. Somewhere near the end, she sort started lying on the table like she was really tired. So when we left, she collapsed near the stairs but luckily the girls caught her. What happened was a rather weird attempt to get her downstairs by guys and girls... Oddly enough, the girls were all helping her down and we were the ones who took the girl's books. I did comment to the guys about how uh, bad this looks for us but all our rough methods would expose her since she was wearing a skirt. I say... damn sohai la. Anyways, U-Jun drove her car with her, Coacher and Khai to SunMed while we went for the MIP workshop. We were all full like shit and I couldn't pay any attention because I was so sleepy... Oddly enough, I noticed that a lot of people didn't come to class. Rushing MOB, maybe? Heh heh heh...
Alright la, I think that's all I need to spit out. Finals coming. Going home this weekend. Eager to jam like fuck. Wanting Tarbush and Subway for dinner... *sigh*
Peace out y'all.
*applause*
Smashing, innit? So, some assignments went missing, of course. Mr Zain allegedly claims of roughing up the bugger but God knows what really happened... 2 of my friends, Chee King and Kang Wei were the unlucky fellas who got their assignments sent to the incinerator on the other side of the town. Luckily enough, Prem told Kang Wei to go and get him a hard copy ASAP so he can mark it on the spot for him. Unfortunately he didn't have the edited version in his pendrive so we had to go back all the way to Kepong for it. Damn. So we did...
Side note: Kang Wei forgot his OTHER pair of eyes, if you know what I mean. Small story so I'm going to let this one slide
LDP was fucked up at anytime, so he said. He was so fucking right it wasn't funny. There was a point where an accident happened RIGHT before one of the flyovers and since because of that, they couldn't get to the side to assess the damage and shit like that. Took awhile to get past them and eventually got past them and pumped that Hyundai Accent's non-turbo engine-but-has-fake-hood-ornament all the way to Kepong. We hung out until all the papers were printed and forms were filled and had an incredibly smooth journey home. We gave it to Prem and then he gave Kang Wei 14 outta 20 for the assignment. Not bad...
Minutes to Midnight
Yeah, I got the CD, man. I bought it instead of downloading it. I can already see you guys tapping your heads thinking I'm mad. But hey, I'm a fan! Cut me some slack, man! Hahahah.... Alrighty then, the unfortunate thing is that Minutes to Midnight does not deliver the goods. It isn't as good as I thought but hell, they didn't say anything that was rather positive about it either. I just remember them stating that it had a new sound. Nothing about it being "explosive" or anything like that... So, I seriously had doubts from the very beginning. There are some really nice songs like "Bleed It Out", "In Pieces","Leave Out All the Rest" and "Given Up". Let's not forget their recent single as well. Ho hum...
Orange - REOPENED
Hell yeah, bitch! It's been so long... I missed the food there so much. If only I had someone to go with me now to go eat it... Since it's not halal, these guys can't with me. Luckily Pink is halal... but still... I wanna go eat Orange! Oh yeah wait... something happened today at Pink. Haiyo... This girl, freakin' ass thin ah. Dude, I'm talkin' Nicole Ritchie thin, man! Could be worse, could be Stephen Hawking thin, dude! Alright, I gues that's too far. We were all at Orange, after a hearty meal and shit like that and she came and joined us somewhere in the middle like that and was talking about the Redang trip with the guys. Somewhere near the end, she sort started lying on the table like she was really tired. So when we left, she collapsed near the stairs but luckily the girls caught her. What happened was a rather weird attempt to get her downstairs by guys and girls... Oddly enough, the girls were all helping her down and we were the ones who took the girl's books. I did comment to the guys about how uh, bad this looks for us but all our rough methods would expose her since she was wearing a skirt. I say... damn sohai la. Anyways, U-Jun drove her car with her, Coacher and Khai to SunMed while we went for the MIP workshop. We were all full like shit and I couldn't pay any attention because I was so sleepy... Oddly enough, I noticed that a lot of people didn't come to class. Rushing MOB, maybe? Heh heh heh...
Alright la, I think that's all I need to spit out. Finals coming. Going home this weekend. Eager to jam like fuck. Wanting Tarbush and Subway for dinner... *sigh*
Peace out y'all.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Blacklisted
If only it was the NFS:MW Blacklist. I was seriously wondering when this was going to happen. It's weird you know, I thought I had broken that horrible streak... Let's examine it...
1. Primary school - SRJK La Salle Ipoh - From A student to failing miserably to black horse in UPSR (5 As 0.o)
2. Secondary school - SMK Seri Putera - In best class but had the worst discipline problems in the form. Ended up with mediocre results here and there
3. Pre-U - CIMP - Best academic results of all time and was even treasurer of the *ahem* WORST Student Council come to date.
4. Uni - VU Business Programme - Not the best results but just scraping by. Recently BLACKLISTED
How, you ask? Let's see...
1. Kicked out of MOB class and I actually put up a fight with the lecturer.
2. Banned from MUSA lounge for the remaining semester for returning the acoustic 3 days late.
3. Walked into class pissed drunk with a few other drunken mates.
4. Happen to hang out with the "alleged" trouble-makers of this semester's intake.
In no way am I saying I actually regret ANY of these things. I just didn't know it would get me in so much freaking trouble, that's all. Sure, I got whipped a few times back in high school, who doesn't? Sure, I was whacked silly by my mum for calling a teacher stupid during my first week in primary school, but who's counting? Sure, I was almost expelled for bringing porn to school, but who hasn't? Odd, isn't it? I wish I could be a kid again when these things weren't that bad... and the stakes were not this high. Ah well... the curse of maturity. I wish I was a little kid again.
=)
Anyways, regarding the recently blacklisted thing, Mrs. Lim waltzed in this morning into Mr. Zain's class; right after Mr. Tee was done. She suddenly started off with this rather stern voice and all that mumbo jumbo. Words like "noise-makers" and "disturbing the class" were heard among her rants and raves. Names such as Mr. Tee, Ms Jennifer and Ms Greeja popped up because it seems that they have been complaining about our little group. Little is not what I will call it but yeah, she has received complaints. Funnily enough, she did point at the correct spot in the whole lecture hall but scolded the wrong dude who happened to be on the side of our group. Poor guy. She did mention about people making noise. We're guilty as charged like every other motherfucker in the lecture hall, thank you very much. She mentioned about people walking in and out of the hall and taking calls without hesitation and pinned it on our group as well. Darn it, I say! What injustice is this?! Prove your accusations, O Wrinkled Hag! Oddly enough, the last person who would stand up for us came in the form of...
Alright, she didn't really went on like Nelson Mandela trying to rid of apartheid but she did say that we weren't responsible for the whole "taking calls/walking leisurely in and out of class" part. I guess Ivan was right. She IS a nice girl. I wanted to thank her today but I totally forgot. Darn it. Never mind la. Tomorrow la. It’s the bunch on the left that’s doing that kind of bullshit, man! You know, Gavin, Liz, Zen and that prick Farham or Parham or whatever! Anyways, this rousing warning from the head honcho herself kind of shocked me. You know, I actually had butterflies in my stomach! For real! I fuck you not! I was that damned scared. Shit man… If we were ever to be on the borderline of marks and shit, we would be dead, for sure. I hope that it will never come to that point, man. Let’s just hope this is the end of all this mumbo jumbo shit. Gonna be a good boy from here on in and finish up all my assignments.
Peace out y’all.
1. Primary school - SRJK La Salle Ipoh - From A student to failing miserably to black horse in UPSR (5 As 0.o)
2. Secondary school - SMK Seri Putera - In best class but had the worst discipline problems in the form. Ended up with mediocre results here and there
3. Pre-U - CIMP - Best academic results of all time and was even treasurer of the *ahem* WORST Student Council come to date.
4. Uni - VU Business Programme - Not the best results but just scraping by. Recently BLACKLISTED
How, you ask? Let's see...
1. Kicked out of MOB class and I actually put up a fight with the lecturer.
Smashing
2. Banned from MUSA lounge for the remaining semester for returning the acoustic 3 days late.
Wonderful
3. Walked into class pissed drunk with a few other drunken mates.
Terribly hilarious
4. Happen to hang out with the "alleged" trouble-makers of this semester's intake.
Priceless
In no way am I saying I actually regret ANY of these things. I just didn't know it would get me in so much freaking trouble, that's all. Sure, I got whipped a few times back in high school, who doesn't? Sure, I was whacked silly by my mum for calling a teacher stupid during my first week in primary school, but who's counting? Sure, I was almost expelled for bringing porn to school, but who hasn't? Odd, isn't it? I wish I could be a kid again when these things weren't that bad... and the stakes were not this high. Ah well... the curse of maturity. I wish I was a little kid again.
=)
Anyways, regarding the recently blacklisted thing, Mrs. Lim waltzed in this morning into Mr. Zain's class; right after Mr. Tee was done. She suddenly started off with this rather stern voice and all that mumbo jumbo. Words like "noise-makers" and "disturbing the class" were heard among her rants and raves. Names such as Mr. Tee, Ms Jennifer and Ms Greeja popped up because it seems that they have been complaining about our little group. Little is not what I will call it but yeah, she has received complaints. Funnily enough, she did point at the correct spot in the whole lecture hall but scolded the wrong dude who happened to be on the side of our group. Poor guy. She did mention about people making noise. We're guilty as charged like every other motherfucker in the lecture hall, thank you very much. She mentioned about people walking in and out of the hall and taking calls without hesitation and pinned it on our group as well. Darn it, I say! What injustice is this?! Prove your accusations, O Wrinkled Hag! Oddly enough, the last person who would stand up for us came in the form of...
Joy
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Alright, she didn't really went on like Nelson Mandela trying to rid of apartheid but she did say that we weren't responsible for the whole "taking calls/walking leisurely in and out of class" part. I guess Ivan was right. She IS a nice girl. I wanted to thank her today but I totally forgot. Darn it. Never mind la. Tomorrow la. It’s the bunch on the left that’s doing that kind of bullshit, man! You know, Gavin, Liz, Zen and that prick Farham or Parham or whatever! Anyways, this rousing warning from the head honcho herself kind of shocked me. You know, I actually had butterflies in my stomach! For real! I fuck you not! I was that damned scared. Shit man… If we were ever to be on the borderline of marks and shit, we would be dead, for sure. I hope that it will never come to that point, man. Let’s just hope this is the end of all this mumbo jumbo shit. Gonna be a good boy from here on in and finish up all my assignments.
Peace out y’all.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Smashed...
I trust that all of you have heard plenty of my whacky stories, from wearing a turban in college to the whole monkhood thing. Here's another one for your entertainment. Today, like every other Wednesday had a 3 hour break. So, my friends wanted to go and interview their manager for the MOB project. Me, Kang Wei and Amarr were already done by Monday 'cause we interviewed Unker Lam Hong that day. He treated us at T.G.I's Fridays as well. One heck of an interview, for sure! Hahahaha... Alright... these guys, Meng Hui, U-Jun and a Malay chick (which her ethnicity was discovered rather awkwardly by Ivan on our way to KLCC for the interview) were the team that wanted to do their interview. It turns out their interview wasn’t much of an interview. The questions were unprepared and the chapters weren’t even divided yet. So the sole purpose of going there was to take pictures with the dude. We parked at a Menara Pinang which was incidentally the residence of Meng Hui’s girlfriend. You know, I still can’t remember her name yet. Strange. Anyways, we just walked out the back door and there was KLCC. Wow. Convenient. We looked around for a place to eat and eventually we went to the KLCC Suria food court to have a bite. Since there was Tarbush there, I immediately went there and ordered my food. We had quite a good meal until the manager that they were supposed to interview came along. He was a really nice laid-back guy who wasn’t really uptight and all that crap. Young as well. I’m beginning to wonder if he qualifies for the assignment and all that crap. I think she did say that the dudes must at least a few good years of working experience. Oh dear… After we finished our lunch, he took us to drink. Not the regular, coffee and tea drink, but as in beer kinda drink. Yeah. Drinking before a class. Some of us actually tipsy like me and Kang Wei. He ordered a whole damn tower of that stuff and I chugged down 2 cups of it, oddly enough. The allergic reactions haven’t come yet but I can feel an odd tingling in my back. It’s either the mosquito bites or the allergic reaction coming. Hopefully it’s the former. U-Jun’s face turned so damn red! He says it’s normal and it happens even though he chugs half a cup. I took two and I only had a slight tinge in my face. Kang Wei’s face was like a school kid in a kindergarten performance! It was like he had blush on! Hahahaha… You can’t really see the redness in both Ivan’s and Meng Hui’s face because they were both dark-skinned. Eventually the “interview” concluded and we went back to Sunway. I swear that some of us were fucking tipsy. I was going outta my mind and these guys weren’t helping by insisting I was drunk and establishing that my speech was slurred. Kang Wei was actually starting to snooze in the back and Ivan was quite quiet in the back. We got back and found a nice parking space nearby one of the rear/side gates. We were late a few minutes and it was kinda funny when everyone was looking at us and realizing that our faces were quite red. Somewhere in the class, Mr. Tee made a comment about how red U-Jun’s face was! Terribly hilarious, I tell you! After the class, I and Kang Wei stepped out and then later the others came out and they told me Ivan had vomited in the trash bin. Geez man… He drank less than me and I’m here, sober as a judge typing this out.
Moral of the story: If you’re looking for attention, drink before a class and burp. A lot.
The more ethical moral of the story: Don’t drink. Seriously. Ain’t cool and do it rarely.
Peace out y’all! *burp* Hoooo-weeee~!
Moral of the story: If you’re looking for attention, drink before a class and burp. A lot.
The more ethical moral of the story: Don’t drink. Seriously. Ain’t cool and do it rarely.
Peace out y’all! *burp* Hoooo-weeee~!
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Do You Know How Heaven Feels Like?
When you're that high in the sky, you're gonna get DIZZY...
Since you're dizzy, you lose your SENSE OF BALANCE...
You start seeing weird things... thinking YELLOW lights were actually GREEN...
Sights and sounds seems so REAL...
Any music never sounded any BETTER...
A Big Mac tastes like it was one of Jamie Oliver's dishes...
Coke and Red Bull tastes like fountains of pure heavenly water down the throat...
The wind from the fan is blowing feels like cooling breaths of mint on your skin...
EUPHORIA... Is a gift from God
So what the hell am I talking about?
One day you'll find out....
Peace out, y'all.
Since you're dizzy, you lose your SENSE OF BALANCE...
You start seeing weird things... thinking YELLOW lights were actually GREEN...
Sights and sounds seems so REAL...
Any music never sounded any BETTER...
A Big Mac tastes like it was one of Jamie Oliver's dishes...
Coke and Red Bull tastes like fountains of pure heavenly water down the throat...
The wind from the fan is blowing feels like cooling breaths of mint on your skin...
EUPHORIA... Is a gift from God
So what the hell am I talking about?
One day you'll find out....
Peace out, y'all.
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