Of man in iron suit and charming prince

Today we went for breakfast at Choon Hui.. Excellent laksa. It was supposed to be our last meal with Ah Ma / Jun Kong Before they go to Labuan for matrics. o.O I kinda regret not getting to know them properly. And to think I had 5 years to do that.

I guess that its true that you only feel the loss when something is already gone. Don't take things for granted, and appreciate what you have. That's the lesson I learnt today.

Sent Loung Huey home after we hung out at a new place called Scoops, next to Maybank South Kuching Main Branch. Didn't realise it even exists. Then we went to watch movies. Me, Tall Tall Girl, Ning Ning and Jun Kong. First we watched Prince Caspian. Quite nice. Then JK went back. So only left me and the two girls to watch Iron Man. I gotta say I'm really attracted by the actual whole process of how Tony Stark created and designed the uber kick-ass suit. *drool* it flies, it deflects bullets and it shoots out energy pulses. Way cool. After that, sent the two girls home.

Had dinner at Boulevard whereby me and me parents stuff ourselves silly with fish and chips. Kinda disgusting. Never gonna dine at Manhattan Fish Market again. Bleargh.. and tired too. Speaking of which, I've never had the freedom to drive wherever I want. Plus, parents let me out all day. Wee~ been out since 7 a.m.

Way tired..

Praying for miracles.

Tmr marks the day where, hopefully, we could pull our stunts off. Teacher's Day sketch thingie.

Spontaneous response, lightning-quick replies and.. funny jokes. Plus unprecedented and flawless coordination.

Sounds quite impossible? Yeah it is. We're doomed. I'm praying for miracles tmr. LOL

Even then, it'll be quite fun I guess.

Reaffirming it

Went to Jaws blog and I thought, why not I do the thing that I did that got me what I wanted that many people are envious of that I obviously can't do anything about?

Never mind.

Here goes.

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There goes. Funny how the first few lines look a bit screwy.

If I really get Australia, I'll shove it right up the noses of the people at Recom who constantly whine how people will never get Australia. Apparently one will need 13A1 to go there.

Bah, humbug.

I don't mind Ireland/Czech/Russia/New Zealand though.

So tired..

I just went to airport to send off NS friends. Quite a memorable event.

Feel so lazy to update stuff.. Dunno why. After NS I grew weary of blogs and weary of the endless need to write something new. I guess after a month or more of mindless, back-breaking training and brain-washing, I lost the inspiration to write. Plus my WTF Republic is in ruins. WTF. I'm gonna build a new one soon. Gotta wait for EON Bank to approve my new credit card. Then I can buy stuff. Wahaha.

I'm dreading the Teachers' Day sketch. I'm acting as Mr. Ang. WTF. Can't they choose anyone else? Yet, there's really no one else. Every other dude is either too cowardly, not sporting or just plain.. Boh hood. Sickening. What I'm dreading now is the apparent chaos of it all. No one in charge. Technically there's someone in charge but he's doing nothing. Fuck.

Can't wait to leave Kuching cause I'm dreading the sketch. Ironically the letter will probably arrive AFTER the sketch. Dammit. Yet I'm looking forward to a new life over at West M'sia. Yeehaa. Plus my new handphone. Finally, I'm getting a device that has Bluetooth, MP3-playing and photo-snapping capabilities. Yeap. Never had those before.

WTF.

LOLZOMGWTFBBQ!!!!

Check out this thing posted on YouTube. Seriously, you gotta credit SUPP for trying.



Sound familiar? You probably heard of it before on TV about some purple-coloured telco company. LOL.

First post of 2008, post apocalypse.

~ This is my first post-apocalypse 2008 entry. Humanity, as we know it, is virtually wiped out by KV. THe virus, initially designed to combat cancer, has now infected humans and turned them into flesh-eating, monstrous.. things. Pity. Together with other sruviving bloggers who keep in touch, through blogging, we hold out against these Darkseekers. How long shall we hold out.. we know not. Pray to God we'll survive to see Kuching disinfected again. If we can't hold it.. then God have mercy on our souls.. ~

Too dramatic? Lol. 2008 is a dramatic new start. No school, no friends to have fun with, no bloody Sejarah to memorise or Add Maths to waste brain juice with. Alone at home, stuck with a lousy computer and a horny-serial-killer-on-the-loose novel to chew on.

By the way, the opening sentences are inspired by I am Legend. Awesome movie, Will Smith in his best form. Dramatic, shocking, sad, intriguing.. It's one of the best I've watched so far.


I finished playing Star Wars Republic Commando. Very awesome game. Yet, to think I really finished the whole thing in a week, speaks volumes about my boredom and how much I waste my time, storing adipose tissues underneath my sagging skin, staring at the computer, watching endless episodes of Tsubasa Chronicles. Life is good. Speaking of which, Republic Commando is quite fun. The developers really put in a lot of effort to make the game. It's really life-like, your commando squad mates are top-notch, impressive AI, with lots of weapons to boot. Enemy AI are the smartest I've seen in a game. Like, shoot a rocket at them, they can dodge it. And your team CAN dogde incoming missiles too. I was like, WOW. Not bad. And they talk, sometimes funnily. The game shows a gritty military aspect of Star Wars which is pretty real, unlike the Jedi's MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU and LIGHTSABRES and SITH crap to bore your tiny brains. For all first person shooter fans out there, I'd recommend the game. Its really impressive. Here's the vid, showing something about the game. It's not really from the game, but you'll get the idea.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cglJ9N_cED8

ANYway, I've finally mastered the art of how-not-to-stall-your-engine-while-reversing-the-car. Lol. It is fun to learn how to drive.

Sigh. Where is everyone.. I'm bored. Obviously.

Well since its new year, what about something as trivial and unimportant as new year resolution? Yay! I love new year resolutions! Provides a reminder not to follow them! Yeehaa~ I'm such an idiot.

Wishlist for 2008

- SPM straight A1's.
- Get a scholarship. Anywhere, I don't care. Desperate. Just gimme the bloody JPA scholarship and I'll not complain, and I'll vote Barisan Nasional for 5 years. Only. Oh, I revere you, the power of democracy! XD
- Get a new laptop, a handphone and a camera.
- Get slim, and taller. Which is quite impossible.

Things I intend to do in 2008

- Be courteous, humble and gentleman-like.
- Drink more water. LOL.

Humility, my key phrase in 2008. I'm gonna shut up and keep my head down for the year. The Feng Shui Master Dr. Christopher Lau did mention its gonna be a rough year for the Horse. Horsies offend Tai Sui this Rat Year. Aiyo.. what a pity. For those concerned enough, here's a pointer. Wear something gold to smoothen the bad energy and keep Tai Sui off your arse. If it works and you don't break your bones for the year, donate RM10 to me. Then I'll buy you daffodils when you graduate from wherever you're going.

Enough crap talk for now.. Crap is bad for health. Now click the lil' cross or the lil red button on the top right corner of this screen, and get the hell outta here. Or I'll call the Machete Man and chop off your right wrist. (It's from the horny-serial-killer-on-the-loose novel I'm reading.)

Tagged by Tigera.

Panthera Tigris. I hate this species. XD

Holiday goes on. Pretty much nothing to do, rotting away at home. I'm trying to slow the decay process by exercising everyday, walking here and there, reading and staring at computer screen. Hopefully I'll lose a pound or two by end of February.

Today I got my first test of controlling a clunking piece of hardware called the MOTORCAR. Well it was interesting. Adrenaline-pumping. But dad was literally yelling instructions and his hand grabbed the handbrake so hard it would've broken into two if I was really that reckless. Yet I kept making the engine go off. Ah.. fun. Looking forward to next practice.

Here goes the bloody tag thing.

LIST OUT THE TOP 5 PRESENTS YOU WISH FOR:
1. A gaming laptop.Or desktop. I want Alienware. Drool.
2. A new 3G-enabled spanking new handphone.
3. A digital camera. DSLR preferred, of course.
4. Books. Heck, I wanna own Borders.
5. JPA scholarship. Or Bank Negara scholarship.

LIST OUT THE REASONS FOR YOUR CHOICES:
1. Self-explanatory. I'm a guy, go figure.
2. Self-explanatory.
3. I like taking pics but I don't have a camera.
4. The place can keep me occupied for years.
5. Save money ma. I'm not loaded, and my toilet bowl ain't made of gold.

THE PERSON WHO TAGG-ED YOU IS:
Panthera Tigris.

5 IMPRESSIONS OF HIM/HER:
1. She bites.
2. She's adorable, somehow.
3. Good in computer stuff.
4. Talented in making people's lives suffer.
5. Always there when I need her.

MOST MEMORABLE THINGS HE/SHE HAS DONE FOR YOU:
Hmm... Can't remember. But she's always there when I'm down. Let's not go there.

MOST LOVED INVENTION(does not need to be technologically advance):
I never really thought about it.

WHAT DO YOU DESPISE THE MOST:
No one in particular, for now. But I do detest lots of stuff. Or people. Smokers, for instance.

6 PEOPLE YOU WANNA TAG:

1. Kim Ngu
2. Kris
3. KK
4. SW
5. Tigera
6. Doeba

I'm leaving in 2 hours.

So basically, this will be my last post for 2 weeks. Wasting time now, listening to MCR, Linkin Park, Avril Lavigne over and over again.

Feel so jiwang suddenly. Why oh why? o.O

Hmm.. everybody's leaving. Finally feel the sudden realisation, that after December, things are gonna change. Many leaving for Australia. Wonder how life would be. Friends.. *sigh* there's this nagging feeling of dread. Dunno why..

Dread and despair are indistinguishable from each other. One could not exist without the other.

Why do I keep thinking of the inevitable, of things that would never happen, and things that are impossible? I'll leave it to God..

There's this phrase from a song... kept playin in me head.

"I drive myself insane wishing I could touch your face, but the truth remains you're gone.."


..Or at least, you will be.. In a month's time..

Sunlight!

Ah.. sunlight. How I miss you so. I miss the streams of warmth on my skin.

The clouds parted after 3 (4?) days of torrential rain. Bleargh. Bloody weather.

Woke up at 8 this morning. I'm so bored. Again. Downloaded Michael Learns to Rock. Four albums. I know, they're so old school. Classic. But hey, the songs are good. G-O-O-D. Priceless. Evokes emotions and soothes the soul. Phew. Soft, emo and jiwang ballads. Perfect for a calm, tranquil afternoon.

I want an Asus G1S. Now.


Drool. It sports the latest technology. Though not up to par with a proper desktop gaming monster, it's the best money can buy for a mobile gaming experience. Intel Core 2 Duo, NVidia GeForceGo 8600, super clear LCD, 2 GB RAM and 200 GB SATA HDD. Omg. Even better than this aging PC I'm using. Bleargh. It's not too expensive too. RM4k plus. Or was it RM5k? Either way, there are loads of goodies bundled together. Word's on the street that they're gonna develop a G3S. o.O w-o-w.

ELC dinner later. Hope it'd be fun.

Bloody rain.

I hate this bloody weather. Rain for 3 days non-stop. Well, it has stopped. For now.

Today went to listen law. Bored.. almost fell asleep. But the instructor was funny enough. Cracked jokes that were silly and funny enough to make me guffaw stupidly.

I'm starting to rot with boredom. Partly due to wet and humid weather, the moisture accelerating rotting process by tenfold. Boredom is in my mind. And it's boredom that dictates my thought right now, with solely boredom telling me to keep typing this stupid entry out of, again, sheer boredom.

I find that I suddenly lost my willpower. Too lazy to even bother doing anything to kill the boredom.

I toyed with my guitar, which must had been a really good, damp place for the itsy-bitsy spiders to spin their webs everywhere. True enough, there were cobwebs when I took it out. Been practising the most basic of notes and stuff. I have no musical talent. Sob. Fingers kept hooking the wrong string and they are sore from pressing the chords. T.T

I want an Asus G1. Definitely. A gaming laptop worth dying for. Well, as a figure of speech. And I want a Nokia N81. Or at least something that could amuse and entertain me.

Blah.. rain rain go away..


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Have you ever felt so nervous when you look at someone and she smiles at you until you're tongue-tied? Dammit.. *one more week to go. Come back soon... =) *

Freedom~

It's over at last. Finally. The much anticipated, the one thing everyone's been preparing for. The much dreaded SPM (for some) is finally over. That being said, it was SUCH an anti-climax. I mean, 2 years of studying so many things, stuffing soo many pieces of useless junk here and there and they only tested what, like, 0.1% of everything. Toot *$@()!($%^#(@^$* government! Blah.. But then again, this is our beloved Malaysia, so what to do? I've got a lot of things against the government, but for fear of retribution and accused of stoking disharmony, I shall say nothing.

Let's see. SPM. Recap?

=> Sejarah was okay. Everything came out as predicted, thanks to Recom.org who has such wonderful cheak pah bo su zho (after eat ntg to do) punya people. Someone did a cross-reference of all state papers, analyze them and set an area of topics that would come out. And 90% came out. PErfecT. But I didn't think I did that well. Kept forgetting stuffs here and there..

=> BM and English okay lah. BM sastera I didn't even study one.. OMG.. I spot the stuff they'll set mana tau everything not chun. Damn. I wrote my mushiest essay for English. Hope the examiner read until cry.

=> The Science subjects? ARGH! No comment. Gek tiok. I kept forgetting minor details here and there. Bleargh. One mark here, two marks there gone. Yet it was quite simple la..

The rest of the subjects being okay and so-so, SPM passed relatively smoothly. And one day after SPM, the car broke down. Battery suddenly died out. Lucky huh? Imagine if that happened during SPM. Phew. Maybe it has something to do with all this rain. Bloody weather.

After SPM, nothing to do. Bored. Installed Need For Speed: Most Wanted, but kept crashing the car. Blek. Wanna play Lineage II. Graphics look so cool. *drool* can't wait for trip to KL. Can go Genting play roller coaster until I puke my breakfast out. *excited* And I'm gonna spend 300 bucks buying books. I absolutely love Borders. Nothing better than to gimme RM300 and lemme go free in the book store for one whole day (which was what my family did last year, they dumped me there and went off shopping) but it was so fun. Loads of books..

I think my eyes starting to deteriorate. Too much staring into PC screen.

Hmm.. what to do.. so bored. Aih..

12 days to SPM.. and counting.

Bloody hell. The first words that come into my mind.

That 12 days leave me with less than 1 day to revise 11 subjects. What shall I do? The sky is falling! Doomsday! Doom upon us! Pigs can fly! I saw one with pink tutu whizzed past! Right. As if I'll drop dead on the floor and panic. Me? The great One whose face appeared in Borneo Post today (hell yeah) drop dead and panic because of SPM? You wish, bloody hell it'll happen. I've got a dream and nothing alive nor dead will take it away. JPA / Bank Negara Scholarship, here I come.

*laughs shrilly*

Anyway, life has returned to normal (finally). I learnt something new after that whole ordeal ( let's not go back there shall we? )

1. I get controlled by emotions.
2. When I do, nothing seems to matter.
3. It sucks, actually.
4. I think it has a lot to do with star signs.
5. Now I'm free from all the silly 'life' and emotional problems.
6. No more, no thank you.
7. Not for a long while.
8. I won't get controlled by emotions anymore. My biggest weakness.
9. Now I focus on studies. Hooray!
10. Okay, this is getting lame.

I learnt to be more matured. I look up to those people who can study even though there's a battle around them with grenades and hot bullets whizzing past. I admire Sam Sii. She's got this amazing brain, ya know? I lost to her by 2 marks in the recent trial exam. Oh and I got third. Reclaimed my territory.

*evil laugh*

I learnt not to let emotions control me. Looking back, it was so stupid. I actually relish my new found freedom from it all. Silly me. Fine, anybody out there who reads this can say " HAH! I told you " right in my face. I admit it.

What a waste of 2 years.

Right, let's not dwell on the past. George Santayana puts it - " Those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it ". I'll remember this.

It's time to reaffirm my goals. Let's see.

1. Get a kick-ass result in SPM.
2. Get scholarship or whatever.
3. Get good grades and be the genius in varsity. Whatever it takes.
4. Go out, get a job, get a life, earn. Seriously print money.
5. Start a company and be a millionaire. Heck, no, billionaire. Build an empire, bring glory and create legacy for my family.

Or, I could replace number 4 and 5 with this:

4. Learn everything I could about medicine and human anatomy.
5. Be a great surgeon, save lives, go to Heaven. Period.

Oh dilemma.. I blame Grey's Anatomy for even suggesting to my conscience that maybe, just MAYBE, I have this innate passion for Biology. AND I have cold hands. AND I enjoy cutting things open.

Who knows? Dilemma. Let time tell and God decide.

I love this show.

Space talk

Trial exam is finally over. Most of the papers are given back already. I must say that my result this time is better off than the last one. Two A2's though, so it was a bit flawed. Gotta do better. Oh, and my essay got really high marks. Maybe I should type it out. Why? Well 1. because I can, and 2. because I'm vain enough to show off. Yeah, whatever. XP

What happened lately in my life? Nothing much. Come to think of it, time flies just like that. People come and go in your life. My classmates are busy writing autographs and compiling pieces of colourful papers to be made into a diary (or autograph. or memo. or whatever.) I don't want to make those. It drives home the point and confirms as if you'll never see each other again. Pfft. After form 5, there'll still be chances and friends could always reunite. Hypothetically. It's not like you won't get to see each other again, right? The Internet is the one single most useful thing ever invented. So, yeah, whether you're in Barbados or Timbuktoo, you're literally just minutes away from catching up with each other. So why all the tedious tasks of compiling a book that only serves to remind all the good times, yet leaving an empty gaping hole in your heart? Might as well NOT do it and have this mindset that friends are always gonna see each other again. Heh. Again, hypothetically, that might work. But who knows?

Speaking of which, on October 10th, Malaysia saw her first astronaut lifted into space. Cosmonaut, if you like it. Astronaut for the US, cosmonaut for the Russians, taikonaut for the Chinese (pun intended) and what do we have? Can-or-not. (pun intended very heavily) I understand the criticisms all around for this space mission. I support the Government's good intentions of starting a wave of revolution in science and innovation by sparking the students' interest in technology, like what the US did in the 1960's during the Cold War space race. Yet, we have to put this into our Malaysian context. The US succeeded in sparking a massive revolution in the way their people think and now they're the world's most powerful country. I'm not so sure about Malaysians. Personally, I think it'd be another hot hot chicken shit (BM proverb) project and after 5 years, people would forget all about it. Judging from the way the, err, MALAYsian government runs things, I wouldn't be surprised if after 5 years, nothing, absolutely nothing has come off the supposed 'innovation' and 'spark' in our science field.

Why? We do not have the political will to do so. The Americans succeed because they walk the talk. Singaporeans still survive until now because they're uber-kiasu, which worked. But our ever relaxed government does not have the iron will to use anything possible to knock some sense into the, erm, bumiputera races to stand up and work hard. They expect everything from the country, then start accusing other races of robbing them off wealth that's supposed to belong to them. There are two types of Malay - the proto-Malay and the... whatever you call them Malay. The proto-Malay are the new generation group that lives in cities and urban places and work hard to face the reality that nothing comes free in this life. I respect those kind, and luckily most of the nation's government-linked companies have these type of Malays running them. St Theresa and St Joseph have lots of these type. The other type? Those super-hypocrite, downright lazy and ultra conservative group. These are the ones that stoke racial sentiments by saying unjust things and spread lies. Kelantan is ruled by these people and just see where that got them. 30% of Malaysia's hardcore poor live in that state. Hah! Rub salt in your wounds.

Anyway, just as a sidenote, I'm not racist. I say things as they are. I love my country and so I weep when I see the way it's run. People call for greater harmony and truthfully, nothing is done to ensure racial harmony.

Okay, back to the rocket launch. I watched it live. It was fantastic. I had tuition before the launch so I got back just in time to watch it. It was like, turn on TV and " T-minus one minute " with the screen showing a big bad rocket waiting to spew out few hundred tonnes of force. And then, the moment came. I read the newspaper article and the whole nation came to a standstill as everyone, EVERYONE ran to the nearest TV in coffee shops, the traffic stopped and people stopped walking when the rocket started. The bottom part flamed up, dust was everywhere and with a great firestorm, it inched slowly upwards. Then it sped. Then up. Up, up, up, up, UP, UP and UPPPPP it goes. It cruised SMOOTHLY and flawlessly upwards, and watching it live was.. awesome. Whole nation clapped. I cheered.

The rocket in all its glory

With all due respect, I'm still a Malaysian in essence. So this is a special entry with respect to the first cosmonaut of the country, Dr. Sheikh Muszaphar Shukor. May God bless him have a safe trip home.

One hell of a birthday bash

It was a grand celebration last night for our nation's 50th Independence. (Merdeka!) When I woke up and turned on the TV, it was awesome. Sights and sounds. Oh, I stayed up the night before, just to watch the countdown. But it was rather disappointing. Why? Tension was high, people gathered all round the Dataran Merdeka, countdown starts, 10! 9! 8! all the way to 1! and then ------- there was a short clip, people shouted, and the first thing they did was raise the flag. ==" moment of silence ensued. Well okay, I respect the priority of raising the flag first. Symbolises important things. But really, it cramped my style. They should've just let hell run loose and yell Merdeka! to kingdom come.


Yet, last night's grand celebration was awesome. Sights and sounds, lights and colours, the dance, cultural performance. It was great seeing it on TV. I understood that it took 18000 participants to make it happen. Yeap, a grand 18000. Hundreds involved in the band performance already. In all, it was great. I actually sang along. The patriotic song was really catchy. There was this new song called My Glorious Malaysia.


50 years. What have we achieved? It remains a question. I saw this really meaningful article about Tunku Abdul Rahman's struggle for independence for Malaya. Here's an excerpt as an ending to this post:-

"Here was Malaysia's first Prime Minister. Father of Independence. Prince of Men. King of Hearts. Asking nothing for himself. And everything for the people.

What a patriot. What a man. What a sacrifice. A sacrifice made together with those he unreservedly called his 'brothers' and 'sisters' for the country. For us.

After 50 years, it's time for us to look into the mirror and ask one simple but profound question. Are we worth it?"

Kinda pokes fun at us.. doesn't it?

Just keep running, just keep running..

And that was what I did just now. Talk about the power of will. I pushed myself to run just that extra bit and go on, and on, and on.. Until I realised, gosh it's 6 p.m. already, so I stopped and got off......... the treadmill. This wonderful piece of machine which made me run and expend energy to increase my metabolic rate, burning off those cursed layers of ADIPOSE tissue under my tummy. URGH! This is why I'm SO looking forward to National Service. 3 good months of training and I should look fit XP ( from what I heard, the first month is spent marching and training, the trainees spend the rest of the period eating, sleeping, getting brainwashed and making friends. Sounds fun )

Speaking of which, walking does do you good. Besides from the benefits I mentioned earlier, walking improves your memory since it helps deliver more blood and oxygen to your brain. Major boon for exam people like me. It burns off excess fat, stresses heart and body muscles to work harder and thus, help develop lean muscle. Lean muscle is GOOD. More muscle mass = more calorie needed to burn = more fat lost = slimmer body. Obviously, for someone like me, walking is certainly something worth doing. Oh, it increases the level of dopamine too, which is the feel-good hormone, so it's no wonder if people generally feel happier after exercising. Wee.. So start walking ya'all.

School was the usual today. Classmates doing all sorts of preparations for upcoming mock exam, which is in two weeks. Tension is high. Kiasu-ism syndrome spreads. I too, had to grind my nose in books and keep doing revision. 75 days to go. SPM looms.

I wonder if I can keep up my running regime till then. XP