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2012 Begins…..and I have an Identity Crisis.

2012-01-06T19:39:00.001+08:00

Well, sort of la

SO ANYWAYYYS, there a whole lot on my mind that I just can’t express by speech, or Facebook statuses. Twitter? Haven’t been down that hellhole for ages.

TUMBLR you say?! That faeces is for emo kids, or REALLY hipster people…or perverts signing up to see naked hipster girls.

Believe it or not, I got that from 9GAG.

(my habit of putting random spaces still lives on strong)

I want to be an actor, lawyer, doctor, musician, martial arts teacher, political analyst, businessman, stock broker, banking investments, comedian, zoologist (not to be mistaken as zookeeper, that shit’s nasty).

I want to be successful.

And then I realised, my perception of “success” is based on how people, or in general, society views me.

“WAHHHHH YOU DOCTOR AH? SO SMART”

“WAHHH YOU BUSINESS MAN AH? SO RICH”
WAHH YOU LAWYER AH?”

Those above is what made me perceive as, successful.

“ HARRRR YOU ACTOR AH? GOT MONEY MEH?”
”HAR YOU COMEDIAN AH?! CLOWN IS IT?!”
”HARRRR YOU ZOOLOGIST AH?! STAY IN ZOO WAN IS IT?!”
”SO YOUNG BECOME PASTOR AH? GOT MONEY MEH?”

“har, can you provide, pamper, your wife, with whatever she wants or not?”
”har, your wife earns more than you, you MAN or woman?”
”har, you cousins are more wealthier than you, what are you doing?”

Har, you are useless or what?

There are social, financial……standings in life that are deemed, useful, in life. And I can very well say, that’s what I believe in.

Doesn’t matter whether are you happy or not, money brings happiness, naturally. That’s what I’m experiencing. The liberation you feel about not having to worry whether the bank account is empty or not.

I want my mum to drive a mercedes in the future.

I want my wife to have whatever or go wherever she wants

I want my kids to study the things that THEY are INTERESTED in
without having to worry about finance.

I want to make my family proud of what I do, who I’ve become.

I want my family to be happy, regardless of whether I’m happy or not.
They happy, I happy.

I’m a pleaser, level:100

Collapsing

2011-12-13T03:07:00.001+08:00

Yeap. So tired.

I Miss You.

2011-09-14T05:01:00.001+08:00

Can’t wait till I see you again. <3

It’s Been Long……

2011-06-13T14:33:00.001+08:00

Kinda long since I’ve posted anything up here. Either there is SERIOUSLY nothing going on nowadays OR……………I’m just lazy (added those dots….for effect, heh).

So, how’s it hanging? Your ceiling fan I meant….NAW, was asking ‘bout y’all! You non-existent, whimsical readers of mine. OH WAIT you do read my blog! Wahahahaha.

And I’m pretty bipolar nowadays. Like how I have BOTH Michael Buble and Linkin Park’s discography, under one play list.

Why the sudden empty space? Tell ya’ something, it is call an interactive space. Feel free to insert your imagination there. =)

Coldplay. Hotplate. Spoon-fed. Fed-Ex? Damn I’m random.

Wanna know what’s awesome??
Coldplay’s discography.

Speaking of which, Rock Purists are getting on my nerves these days. Ya’ know? Those bunch of people that diss on every song that you like cos’ they are ‘’mainstream’’. Dammit, if you diss mainstream, imagine this situation:

Doctor: You gonna die.
You: From what?!
Doctor: Appendicitis
You:…..couldn’t you like remove it?!
Doctor: No………tooooo mainstream, just gonna let you die! =)

Just because it is of mainstream, doesn’t mean it ain’t enjoyable. Though I do admit trash like Justin Bieber, Gaga, etc….. Is kinda annoying.

(insert imaginary music box here)

SO HOW’S YO’ LIFE?! (trying to sound gangsta’ here)

All Great Men…..Needs a Suit.

2011-05-02T03:57:00.001+08:00

Face it, no one can deny the awesome-ness of a suit. I wanna be sorta awesome, so I need a suit.

Face it, I looked awesome in this. Teehee.

Sadly in the above photo, said suit, isn’t mine. And I borrowed it quite a number of times….and kinda paiseh la! My senior wore like……once? And I wore it like….3274 times already?

Why don’t I have a suit? Well I don’t actually. I have the pants, the shirt(borrowed), the tie(borrowed) and that’s about it?

Well I actually brought my jacket from Malaysia. It was the one I wore as a prefect. And it was…………..square.

Spot square guy.

It was a lousy fit. Why? That’s what RM70 can get you in Carrefour. Yeap.

So therefore I want/need a full 3-piece suit.

GRRRRR!

2011-04-29T02:53:00.001+08:00

RAWR!!!!

Why? Because I can.

On a Quick Note,

2011-04-23T16:22:00.001+08:00

Birthday was awesome.

My uni got first in our intervarsity games for Malaysian students, gained a day of holiday.

Hitler’s birthday made it so dangerous for foreigners to go outside, another 3 days of holiday.

Histology is killing me.

and oh, Happy Easter. =)

R-rrrr-RANDOM!

2011-03-19T20:53:00.001+08:00

Juz because I haz choc cake.

OH YEAAAAAAAAAAA

I’m Alive.

2011-03-16T06:13:00.001+08:00

Oh hi. Long story short, I played a part in the biggest event that I’ve ever got myself involved.

To make the shortened story even shorter,

It was an awesome event which gave out 2 Ipads

. This event saw 1000 people attending it. Excluding the many, many people who played a part in making this event a great success, which saw performers such as Vince Chong and Juwita Suwito.

I looked back at the hall before, and after the concert. And without a doubt, I felt honoured to be able to play a part in this event that has the potential, to change our world.

So how’s life for you?

Mine was, is and will be….awesome.

ZOMGOODNESS!

2011-02-11T05:00:00.001+08:00

Saw this video on Youtube. Collegehumor, not like I’m in college anymore, pfft…I’m in a University.

So I just casually watched through this video then I noticed something…..

See the shirt that she’s wearing?

NOW SEE THIS!!

IGNORE THE SHARK, OR THE FACE.

SAME RIGHT? SAME RIGHT?!!!

I’m being over-reactive about this aren’t I? ><

PEACE

Oh hi. I iz alives!

2011-02-01T06:44:00.001+08:00

Seem like a daunting thing to actually make a comeback on this blog. Not that any of you read it on a regular basis or anything, so yea…I figured I ought to go fill this up. ^^

And zomg it’s the NEW YEAR ALREADY! 2011!

New year celebrations, ain’t as awesome as last time anymore I guess. BO-to the O-to the ring. Anyways, let’s do a little recap on things I experienced in 2010 shall we?

January:

Joined the awesomest two-week-long camp (the only two-week-long camp) I’d ever joined!

Met a lot of awesome people who are on fire for Christ. Really kicked in the sense of knowing what being a Christian means. And oh, I haven’t gone through water baptism by the way. ><!

February:

Worked here for quite some time. Till SPM results came out.

And MY MY MY!! The kind of customers I meet on the regular basis. The snobs, the racists, the hot ~~bimbos that pretend to know what they reading~~ chicks etc etc etc. It was definitely an eye-opening experience for me.

In that same month, I went overseas for the SECOND TIME in my life. To a place which matches Kuala Lumpur’s blazing tropical heat!

Bangkok! ( this picture doesn’t show much that it is Bangkok huh?)

Anyhow, this is one of those rare occasions that EVERYONE in the family goes on a vacation together. Kinda reminiscing about it right now in fact.

Bangkok really is a very different country. Not as different as the one I’m in now ah. But that time, it really was breath-taking.

I sorta miss Bangkok (heck, I’d miss anywhere warmer than Moscow)

March:

This month has gotta be the biggest highlight of the year. This month…..

..is when I got my SPM results (9A2B yo!)

coincidently, propelling my plans to achieve my dreams as a doctor forwards.

thrown myself in a 4-month long Foundation in Science course.

made awesome friends.

In short, everything happened pretty quick, March was a time of……acceleration I think.

April:

Turned 18.

Broke up.

Nuff’ said.

May:

This month is sorta interesting for me because……..

I STRAIGHTENED MY HAIR!!! RAWR!! ( which lasted only 4 month….meow)

but seriously…..I looked awesome! Hee~

June:

Really got to know the friends of my brother, followed my Mother Teresa’s advice, drew my circle of friends/family wider.

Really got me in line with how other think ya know what I mean? I mean I’d always hung out with people who think like me. My brother’s friends, really opened my eyes I guess.

July:

ANOTHER MONTH OF HIGHLIGHT?!

SPAIN WON

ME HAPPY

Nuff’ said.

LOL. Not only that of course. Finals was around that time too. Bla bla bla….things went ok. bla bla bla.

NOT forgetting to mention

TRIP TO PENANG!!

Needless to say, I ate Penang.

August:

Became official with her ^^ (mum didn’t object….I think ><)

Being with her really is like taking a leap of faith. Cos’ within 2 months, we were gonna leave to 2 separate countries. She is currently studying in Bogor, Indonesia while I am studying in Moscow, Russia.

So yea, long-distance is hard, but thank God for the Internet I must say…

6 years apart is gonna be tough, but if we could go through this, we could go through anything.

(Clap and cry please, thank you) lol

September:

September seems to be a month of farewells I must say….and gosh, emotional.

The fact that I have to say goodbye to the awesome people I know around me was kinda unnerving, but its not like I ain’t coming back forever right?

a fragment of the awesome churchmates that I have.

My best friend since 4 ( on my right) and I. Taken in my other best friend VinTsen’s car

and of course,

the people whom I spent 5 years with.

October:

I fly. (Gosh I miss my awesome baby sister…AND BABY BROTHER TOO!)

1st month is Moscow is sorta hard. Things didn’t went as planned BUT I’ll elaborate on that next time on….

November:

Moscow peeps!

This is a time where I sorta got to know my batch mates, my roommates a little more better, and my seniors who are AWESOME!!!

November still was a time for me to get a little more accustomed to Moscow. But all is well I guess.

December:

For my first Christmas in Moscow~

Emceed for Christmas Celebration 2010 organized by Malaysian Fellowship.

and my my….Greater things have yet to come.

CONCLUSION:

2010 was definitely a time of great change for me. Everything is different, tried out so many things. It was a whirlwind of so many things. Kinda hard to put all these into words I must say…..

Well all I can hope for right now is for 2011 to be even greater, even more exciting.

Let God lead the way shall we? ^^

QUESTION(S) OF THE DAY:

This is so obvious…but

HEY! How was 2010 for you? And how would wish 2011 would be for you?

I know it’s kinda late but hey, you got time to read this, you got time to comment on this…^^

With Flames of Fury

2010-12-08T06:00:00.001+08:00

Anger grips him. The burning resentment, the choking fury, then finally……the explosive rage that filled him, consumed him, blinded him…… Released him.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Aaaaaand that pretty much sums up SOME of the things that’s pretty much going through on my mind? Sounds disturbing, I know….

But hey, I’m alright. I think. Maybe.

Oh God help?

Anywayssssssss, on a lighter note ( trying hard to sound cheery?)….CHRISTMAS IS COMING!

Jingle bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg…Batmobile lost it’s whe……..

You’re not singing with me aren’t ya?

SOOOOOOO, awkward moments aside….I have A LOT OF STUFF that’s been circling around in my encephalon (that’s the brain….I think). Christmas isn’t MAINLY a time of RECEIVING gifts you see…..more of the GIVING part. And that’s the part that I have BIG PROBLEMS with.

You see…..I’m bad at giving. It’s not that I DON’T WANT…..more like….I can’t? I’ve been brought to only give when there is an excess AFTER I have kept and save some for myself….geddit?

Cause you see, I have barely enough for myself ( or at least that’s how I think)….so therefore I always find it difficult to give stuff…get what I mean?

Like my mum would always say,”sendiri also not enough, give what la?” or roughly translated as…..”we’re not privileged to GIVE”

And oh gosh, Christmas in Moscow is superbly expensive. C’mon, what am I gonna get you in return if you bought me something in Moscow?? FYI, everything is expensive in Moscow….by my standards. By my standards I’m talking about my financial status. Panyatna? Da panyatna. Maladests.

So, Christmas this is gonna be a wee bit hard for me, being so far away from Malaysia, away from the church peeps whom I’m too used to celebrating Christmas with.

Money, thou art always eluding my grasps. Sien.

SO QUESTION OF THE DAY:

What are you GIVING AWAY this Christmas?

So leave a comment below and happy holidays….ho. ho. ho……….

привет!

2010-11-26T08:01:00.001+08:00

Before you go “how to read that word la?! Shto eta slava?! Ya nye paneemayu i gavaritye pa-russki”…the title of this post says…

I AM IN MOSCOW!!! RAWRRRRR. I’m a dinosaur, waiting for the ice age. In Moscow. Weird, but yes, it is nothing but freakin’ random ramblings here, brain freeze…..geddit? GEDDIT? Naw? Its ok. Ladida.

Speaking of which, I can proudly say that I survived 1 months ++ of internet-less hell! Gimme a warm, THUNDEROUS applause please!

*pause for dramatic effect….which doesn’t work*

Anyhow, man I tell you time goes by so fast yet so slow!!! I mean, it feels like I’ve been here for months! But heck, I’m here for 1 month plus only……which leaves me 5 years and 8 more months to go to complete my course. May God gimme strength and will…..to not end my own life. LOL

So yea, been kinda long time since I blogged. So I decided to go check on my hits on Nuffnang. Didn’t really expect much actually cos’ heck….1 month plus no update, all of y’all ain’t gonna gimme 20roubles worth of thought right?

So there I was, signing in, see some changes….AND LO AND BEHOLD

“SHTO!? (means: what?!)”

1346 hits!? IN A WEEK!?! What in the name of Stalin’s iron fist of dictatorship is going on!? Heck, I never update also go so many?? Pachimu (means:why)??

I got curious and decided to click on my hits LAST WEEK. LO AND BEHOLD the tiny aura of….

this figure is EVEN MORE ASTOUNDING. SCARY LO

Seriously, are they ACTUAL readers of my ULTIMATELY HUMBLEST blog here? Or are they………………………….(I’ve got nothing)

SOOOOOO……

QUESTION OF THE DAY:

Can anyone explain this…..phenomena that occurred?..a bit weird lo.

PLEASE LA 2499 unique readers….ONE of you has to comment on something la right?!

Vocalist?! Fuuuyoooooo

2010-08-30T13:51:00.001+08:00

About 2 days ago I got this from Addison…..

Fuuuuyooooo

Busker wehhhhh, its gonna be one awesome experience! Wonder if I’m any good when it comes to singing. LOL. Yeala, I think my singing not that good la, but what’s needed is that ‘Tak-Tau-Malu’ attitude right? I’m full of it. lol

Speaking of which, did I mention that Addison here is an awesome drummer?? The only thing is I can’t find videos of him drumming away leh…..or else y’all be amazed! lol

So, question of the day time!! *claps….alone*

QUESTION OF THE DAY:
To those who heard me sing, how’s my singing?
To those who NEVER heard me sing, how well do you THINK I sing? ^^

ANSWER THE QUESTION PEOPLE! ^^

Contemplating.

2010-08-28T06:30:00.001+08:00

I actually see an increase in blog traffics every time I update my blog weh…which makes me feel pretty much….

Indifferent.

Aiseh, of course la! Judging from the fact that you readers NEVER LEAVE COMMENTS, how in Buddha’s glowing aura am I gonna know whether you people are actually reading or not? I’ve even left questions!

Feels like I’m talking to a brick wall lo when I blog sometimes. Action from me, no reaction from y’all. The sien-ness.

Oh which reminds me, do you know that I have a fear, or rather a distaste for feeling bored? Serious faeces. When I’m bored at home, either I’ll find something to do (like, now) , or sleep.

When I’m bored OUTSIDE……I seem to induce quite an amount of embarrassment from my fellow friends who so happen to hang out with me. I do the silliest things when I’m bored, just to generate laughter sometimes. Heck, the word ‘shame’ sometimes don’t register within my cognitive system.

Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder perhaps? Nahhhhhhhhh

NO, I’M NOT BORED. SERIOUS.

Oh yea, as you MIGHT HAVE noticed (not expecting that you will, though…) I have got myself a haircut. My fringe no longer covers my awesome-ly large forehead, sideburns cut short and hair well-trimmed.

I don’t like it, serious.

I want my long fringe back la!!

WHICH REMINDS ME (capslock=loud), my dog got a haircut too. At RM90, I can say that I relatively pleased with it. Somewhat. Dunno my dog likes it or not, haven’t really asked it yet.

QUESTION OF THE DAY:
Should I get a Canon G10/G11, a DSLR( Canon 550D or Nikon D90) or Sony Nex-5?
LEAVE A COMMENT LA PLEASE. INTERACT WIMME!!! Thank you very muchieeeeeee^^

(awkward blank space in blog post, just because I like it)

So yea, I think I should be doing this Question of the Day thingy with y'all EVERYDAY.

What say you? INTERACTION Y’ALL!

And So, Inspiration Comes…..Somewhat

2010-08-26T17:30:00.000+08:00

Before I begin, let me show you something out of the ordinary which is quite ordinary, judging for the fact that I am usually extraordinary beyond all that it compels the very philosophical mind of Ah Chong.

Behold, my laptop’s desktop wallpaper.

OK LA I CHANGE LA! Later my whole family including the church comes to pray for me.
*The gf will kill me too*

Now its like this la,

A little less, extravagant.

*both wallpapers are found on devianart*

So anyways, what I’m about to compose here in this little space of mine MAY or MAY NOT correlate to the title of this blog post, under your own judgement that is. In other words, I MAY or MAY NOT have mislead you with a MAYBE misleading title that MAY or MAY NOT relate to what I’m about to say.

Shorter way of saying, I’m might have cheated you. Based on your own judgement that is.

What?!

Speaking of which, assuming the fact that there ARE ACTUAL READERS THAT READS MY BLOG, what is it that makes you even wanna read my ~~crap~~ gist on life, on times, in my oh-so-sullen-mind?? Leave a comment? ASSUMING THAT YOU ACTUALLY READ MY POST.

Life and Times of a Sullen Mind, I really gotta find a new name for my blog. Suggestions?

Which also reminds me, my buddy Vince here is officially a DOTCOMMER! WHOAAAA. Lucky fella got a free Exabyte web hosting deal for a year. Which I think is pretty awesome cos’ an awesome blogger such as he totally deserves to have his own domain.

Question:
Should I get my own domain? Judging from the fact that I have like what….20 views per day?

Which brings me to ENLIGHTMENT!! (capslock signifying yelling….somewhat. Don’t like? Shuddup) Enlightment on my intentions of blogging.

Some people blog JUST TO GAIN FAME (guilty….once upon a time)

Some people blog for the fun of it ( ME!! ME!!).

Some determined to be online entrepreneurs.

Some people blog to freakin’ gain attention from the opposite sex via cleavages, revealing outfits, and pictures of themselves SMILING seductively!!! DIE JEZEBELLLL!!!!!

I’m just kidding. Seriously.
Really, I really am kidding.
Serious!

Which is to say whatever the reason that is, it may be your reason to blog. I myself personally wish I could just generate a few laughter. Heck, I’m doing this for free k?

So yea, I’ve been like this since I was a kid, always the class clown, always the attention-seeker. There was a period in my life…well several periods in my life where I find my “funniness” is actually pretty annoying. Since then I’ve learned when to shut the f*** up and humour up depending on the location, crowd and atmosphere. Sounds pro, but yeala.

But ON MY blog, its MY OWN FEELINGS. I don’t really need to bother whether or not you freakin' think that its funny or not funny. Cos’ its my blog, my world. It goes for y’all haters out there (CHEWAHH, as if I have enough reader-base to generate haters).

Anyways I’m blogged this at 6.32a.m. Ruined sleep-cycle makes me ramble.

Time for bed. Peace out y’all.

Oh, yea…babe if you’re reading this, I love you loads! ^^

Visually….erm, inspired?

2010-08-21T07:51:00.001+08:00

Its kinda hard for me to blog WITHOUT pictures. I feel that blogposts WITHOUT pictures is somewhat empty. Gone were the days where I can crap out a sermon without using pictures in my blog posts.

Kinda explains why I want a camera huh?

Emofying? I know.

Anyways my sleep-cycle is totally messed up. Sleep at 6 a.m. and wake up at 5 p.m. . The awesomeness I tell you. And what do I do at night where I still dwell under midnight sun?
*trying to sound enigmatic*

Nothing.

Okay, I lied. I finished season 1 of Code Geass: Rebellion of Lelouch. And a bunch of other animes. =X Oh gosh, I’m turning into an otaku!

So not cool. Like, seriously.

Random incident: Do all blonde-SOUNDING ASIAN GIRLS add the word “like” at the beginning of every sentence? Imagine doing that in the Bible man…..”LIKE, in the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.” Genesis 1:1.

How would anyone be serious about THAT la? Like, seriously, Shit, I’mma sounding like one right now. Like, so not cool.

*awkward pause..in the middle of a blog post. Why? Just because I like it*

Been listening to lots of Chinese-language songs lately. Did I mention that in Penang, I somehow resemble Yoga Lin to the Chinese-educated community? Heck, hard to get through a restaurant in Queensbay Mall without stares.

Even Hozen’s girlfriend been raving about how much I resemble him.

I’m better-looking k?! Chewaahhhhhhh *Picture by Hozen’s gf)

I THINK Liew Jun Bin resembles him more than I do lo. SERIOUS!

Resembles him right?

Heck, I don’t know whether you even KNOW who is Yoga Lin in the first place. Besides I think 萧敬腾 is way better than 林宥嘉, If you don’t know how to read these, they are names. AWESOME people who you are too ignorant to notice JUST BECAUSE THEY AIN’T WHITE PEOPLE YO.

Yea, I’m talking to you, you Western-idolizing-ignorant-somewhat-racist-against-own-race-CHINESE.

Yeala yeala, “Guai Lous” are like, so hawt right?”

”I’m white, you Asian chicks digg me. I know.”

Sureeeeeeee, white people are HAWT. (for some reason spelling hot as h-o-t ain’t HAWT enough to some people.)

FOR EXAMPLE. SERIOUS.

What about those unsung beauty of the east?!

Kinda think of it, the really good-looking Asians there is are sorta…..white-looking.

Ah fudge it.

MY FIRST CHEQUE FROM NUFFNANG!!

2010-08-12T23:34:00.001+08:00

And I just don’t get the hype.

Pardon the awesome-ness of this expression.

Yea I know, its a cheque. But ~~RM30,000~~ RM304.00 ain’t that much to get excited about la. Go on a few dates with the girlfriend then finish ad lor. So it ain’t really much of a big deal to me la. Heck, I’ve got bigger earnings before k?

BUT!!! The point is, its from Nuffnang. Arguably ONE OF THE BEST (didn’t say THE best) blog advertising company in Asia-Pacific region.

So the cheque….

……is good enough to sink my teeth in

……but it doesn’t taste nice eh….

So anyways, I actually got the cheque like last week, so I took the bank draft and banked it in already. Best part is, mum was pissed when I withdrew that RM300. My money k? Which I earned lo. Sien

My babe called from Indonesia!!! (muka I macam making business deal)
Seriously damn happy k? ^^

God I miss her so much!!

As a footnote:
I would like to reach out to my friends out there. I’m now uberly free, just waiting for my flight to Russia which is AFTER HARI RAYA. So yeala, wanna hang out?
(MY pocket money is limited, not yours…just saying ^^)

Something GOOD Happened.

2010-08-11T17:37:00.001+08:00

Well, I can’t say the same for that POOR PLASTIC BOTTLE that was mercilessly thrown at Justin Bieber.

Poor plastic bottle, being used as a tool of hatred and being thrown at Justin Bieber. THAT PLASTIC BOTTLE IS INNOCENT!!! LEAVE PLASTIC BOTTLE ALONEEEEE!!!

They should have used something else that HARDER, I’m sure the hammer won’t mind. Right hammer? ^^

FINALLY, someone having the balls to throw something at JBieber who ~~happens to lack balls himself~~ comes up with shitty music, and shitty voice, and of course shitty lyrics WHICH reduced hardcore-rapper Ludacris to mumbling “…..when AI WUS THIRTAIN~ AI HAD MY FURST LURV….”

What ever happened to that gangsta-rapper we used to know? ~~Balls decapitated by JBieber too huh?~~

AND NOT TO MENTION THIS!

Who else in the world is able to cause this?! NON OTHER THAN JBIEBER, possibly the long predicted ANTICHRIST?

Bless that plastic bottle, it was brave.

Oh. Hi.

2010-08-11T15:51:00.001+08:00

I’m feeling terribly sien now. FIY, '’sien” means bored or mundane. I think.

Anyways, having this sudden spur of dunno-what-to-do-ness, so since I got a LAPTOP NOW COURTESY OF MY BELOVED AUNT YUET CHING, lemme use the in-built 1.3mp-webcam to erm, demonstrate my er……….boredness?

Spot the retainers. lol

check out the forehead y’all! Btw, do you know that people with big foreheads are rumoured to have higher cognitive ability?

In other words, smarter. ^^…..
BUT THEN AGAIN, RUMOURED. Deng.

The girlfriend gave me this before leaving to Indonesia to study,
it is her bracelet which she wore for a very long time. ^^ Love ya babe~

this is NOT animal-abuse. I SWEAR.
(excuse the junkyard behind us)

CUTE RIGHT?! Say la it’s cute?!
(excuse the shaggy-ness of the dog, forgot to give it a brush that time)

DID I MENTION THAT I’VE GAINED WEIGHT?!
DAMN HAPPY K!? XD

Yea, previously I was below 49kg. Which is a serious problem for a person with 170cm height, WITH insatiable hunger.

TAKE THAT, food lovers who hate gaining weight! XP

And oh, did I mention that I’m dating right now? Jeng jeng jeng~ didn’t see that coming didn’t ya? HA!

Long-distance sorta sucked, it’ll be suckier when I go Russia. BUT THEN AGAIN, absence makes the heart grow fonder ey? Right babe? ^^

I vow
If we ever make it through this,

I’m gonna marry her. lol

Post on Penang Trip with College Mates COMING SOON

2010-07-28T23:34:00.001+08:00

Penang was awesome

Sneak peek:

Lol, check out Low snoozing on the top right corner.

Boobless me. LOLOL

First time ever that I travelled this far without parental/authority supervision. lol These peeps coloured up my life in college I tell you. The most surprising part is, my mum actually ALLOWED.

Thank God I tell you. lol

Evolution

2010-07-09T20:37:00.001+08:00

Charles Darwin

His theory shook the world, debunk-ed (according to atheists) the Bible and other Creation-God-related theory.

He also debunk-ed love.

In his works, The Origin of Species, states that living organisms in this world existent in this modern day is the very product of evolution, the natural way for organisms and their future generations to adapt to the different habitats.

For example, cockroaches at the pinnacle of its evolutional climb, adapted throughout million of years of change, now able to survive days without water, months without food, and reproduce even though lacking a head, Whales, giants of the water, were once giants on land with metacarpal-like appendages. Now long since adapted to swim in the seas, flippers now replace them, but their metacarpal-like bone structure still remains under it’s flipper.

All these improvements are then passed down to the next generation through the wonders of genetics. Those without this improvements perish in due course of time for the reason being unable to cope and competition from ‘improved’ species. Also known as, Nature’s Selection which roughly relates to the Survival of the Fittest theory.

Now, why has he debunk-ed love when he did not mention anything in his works about love? (He mentioned that he intend to leave God out of this theory as much as possible)

Which led me to see how humanity has become. Survival of the fittest. I remember not too long ago (few generations) that individuals that acquire attractive-qualities are less gifted in terms of logic skills than their less attractive counterparts. But now, the term “Empty Vase” can no longer be applied to certain individuals because they indeed have possessed the best of BOTH worlds.

Through the wonders of genetics, these ‘desired’ traits are naturally passed down and SELECTED by the parents. In other words, gene is more of the issue now, instead of love.

Which why I have this theory. That humanity knows no love, only ‘desired trait’ from the desired partner. Men will naturally be attracted to the PHYSICAL beauty of women, women will be attracted to both physical and cognitive edge in men. All to be able to pass down the ‘desired trait’ to future generations. To ensure the continuity of the gene, and to ensure the survival of that gene in a competitive environment.

That’s what Darwin’s work said. That’s what I see.

I mean, look at the world today. Look at families today. Personalities of parents never matched, love wasn’t there in the first place, but they succeeded in producing the better copy of themselves, if the particular offspring is possesses the less desired gene, through time, that gene may very well be eliminated from the gene pool. Divorce rates are up, because there was love in the first place, only 'desired gene’. And when the purpose of passing down the trait is done, no more reason for them to be together, and maybe even head out, to seek for another individual in possession of ‘desired trait’.

Believe me, even though i am writing all these, I am hanging on to every inch of hope that maybe out there, love is real.

Emo sial.

Surprises

2010-07-01T12:05:00.001+08:00

FIRST!
wait, ever hated those commenter who likes going “FIRST” whenever something is posted up?

ANWAYS, PRESETING……

SECRET TO GERMANY’s SUCCESS IN THE WORLD CUP 2010

I hyper-extended it to emphasize the awesome-ness of this…..behaviour.

PRESENTING

MIKA’s FIRST EMO SONG. or maybe there are others but I DON’T KNOW

Why is it so special? READ THE LYRICS. ITS THERE. IN THE VIDEO.CAPSLOCK FTW.

Anyways, this Mika dude has been coming up with crazy, wacky, crazy (its that crazy that I have to say it twice) and wacky (bet you now know how wacky it is too)

here’s a sample

and

not to mention those awesomely high-pitched singing of his. ~~So sexy~~~

Its July. Already. Wow

Difference

2010-06-17T18:38:00.001+08:00

Note: This is not my story, but it's just an interesting one I picked up from a friend (of a friend) of mine. Enjoy, folks.
Thanks Zhun Chai.

'Man, she's hot ain't she?'

'Whaaat? Ok ok la. She doesn't smile enough though.

'Who cares? Look at her! If she looks like that frowning, imagine what she would look like smiling...'

To be frank with you guys, she wasn't really that hot. She had a pretty little cute face and and bambi-eyes. Long hair and fair skinned. Otherwise, she was old Plain Jane. But Plain Jane has an appeal too you know, it's just the girl-next-door factor. There she stood, with her long sleeve shirt and knee length skirt. She also had a little nice watch to fit around her little wrist, which usually spells 'Ah lian' with a capital A, but no, not her this time.
And so... it was like every other pick up line. Begins simple and quick...

'Hi, I'm John.'

'Oh hi', she smiles back, 'I'm Anna.'

Awesome.
Didn't sound one bit like Ah lian. Didn't even have the Chinese accent. And like every other guy struck by a thunderbolt, he pressed on. And boy, they did get along pretty well. He was right, she did look like an angel when she smiled. And wait you see her laugh as she cracked those insane one-liner jokes. Apparently, she was studying accountant and working in a large firm. Graduated as top of her class, too. Darn it. Beautiful, smart and with good prospects. (He thought this was impossible)

'Well done John, scoreeeeee....' He thinks to himself.

'Bartender!' He called, 'Two Chivas Coke please!'

'Eh, no John.. I don't drink.'

'Huh? Why not?'

'Haha, I'm modern la, but I still stick to the rules.'

'Heh? What rules?'

'Haha, the rules that say Malay can't drink la, you doink!'

He looks at her and blinks. Cold sweats started dripping. The bar begun to spin in front of him
eyes. He holds his tongue for awhile and tries to recall their conversation. It was... confusing.

'You're.... you're Malay..? Anna's not a Malay name what.'

She giggles at him like she had been all night. Somehow, this time it didn't sound as cute as it was, suddenly the smile wasn't as sweet as it was, and suddenly he broke off all the connections he had with her.

'Of course it is. It's short for Farh-ana. Silly.'

'...Far...Farhana...?'

'Haha, yeah. I hate my name so I get everybody to call me Anna instead.'

He manages to force himself a laugh. But this time, a fake one. A weak and fake smile.

'So... you're actually a Malay...? But but... you're so fair!'

'Hehe, you've been talking to me for more than an hour and you just figured it out?'

'...well. 'cause you didn't sound Malay'

'Hahaha, but I am!' (too bad)

Water droplets roll down his cold glass as he watches it form a water ring at the bottom of it.
He sighs.

'Only if...' he thinks, '...Only if...'

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I always wanted to ask this question to my pastor. “What if, God points to me my life partner, and she is Malay/Muslim, how?”

Never got the guts to ask so. Cause you see, because of this racial/religion divide thingy going on, we’re actually missing out on loads ya’ know? I mean, WHO SAYS that only Chinese and make a Chinese happy? A Chinese can make Malay or Indian happy too!

Goodness sake, reminds me of the 2 movies by Yasmin Ahmad. Sepet and Gubra.

Anyways, what is your take?

Note: I’m not finished with this post, just that I have to STUDY

To Whomever I’m Marrying.

2010-06-15T01:14:00.001+08:00

Which is, to assume whether anyone wants to marry me or not. Lol

Marriage, big word. Serious business. Tired of seeing people fall out of it, therefore I made a pact to myself and God, that either I never get in it, OR stay in it till death and beyond.

Saw a video today. To that future someone, ours is gonna be better than this.

Cheong Hiam + Hui Hui from Three Libra on Vimeo.

It’s one of those videos which I think will reach out and touch you.

Or just make you feel indifferent you insensitive bastard. lol

Anyways, for so many times I told my best buds, and believe me I remind them often from time to time. That if you get married, you stay married. Or else I’m gonna slap both you and your wife, and slap you more for stopping HALFWAY.

There’s no halfway in marriages, it is for life, forgive me but yes, I sound like an uncle at times. Loyalty and Love, I value these the most. Never leave your partner, that’s what I’ve learnt.

If you tell me it ain’t working, then MAKE it work. There’s gotta be someway. Or else, don’t get into that sort of commitment when you’re not sure. That’s why nowadays I tell me friends to THINK PROPERLY.

I know la I sound like an uncle. BUT, I rather do this eternally than to see heartbreak.

Believe me, I know what a broken marriage do to people, especially when there are kids involved. Heck, who the hell says can leave the kids out of this sorta mess in a divorce? Ain’t fo-shizzing possible!

Sure, there are some complications in the process but SO WHAT?! Which married couple doesn’t have? Everyone resorts to divorce, doesn’t mean you have to.

Anyways. MY POINT IS. Stay married, don’t give bullshit like you don’t know or can’t take it anymore or distance or no time or he/she changed or this or that. That is just JBieber’s crap, its called denial, that maybe some part deep within you wanted to end that relationship.

So why get in it, only to get out of it? Don’t tell me you don’t know buddy, cos’ I know you do man

One day I will tell the reason of my stand in marriages, and what are the events in that led me to such strong stand in my viewpoint in marriage….

Love+Loyalty+ a whole lot of things I still don’t know= Marriage (happy kind)

So at the end note, I would like to say to that FUTURE SOMEONE, whoever SHE may be, assuming the fact that she exists that is, I will solemnly promise, to make our marriage work. Cause I’ve seen shit that I never ever want to happen to us. As I said, either we stay in, or not get in the first place.

Yes, I nag. For better and for worse, most people forgot about the ‘for worse’ part when it comes to marriages.

Watch Fireproof la, helps y’all see from my point of view.

P/S: I remember my promise. Do you?
PPS: Something to do with an organ. LOL!

Straight Hair is OBVIOUSLY Better for Me.

2010-06-13T21:08:00.001+08:00

Wavy hair.

conveniently cropped Peggy out of it. lol

RM21 is worth it. lol

This is My Winter Song~

2010-06-12T15:08:00.001+08:00

At about the end of this song there’s a part which goes “is love alive, is love alive?~”

That part of the song sorta really touched me in the the core. (fuuyo, sentimental sial) And makes me ponder the way of this world and all the things in life that I encounter.

Was love really there in the first place? Or is it the basic chemical reactions that happens in the human body that reacts when one has found the opposite sex that has the compatible and desired traits to pass down the required gene to produce good-looking, intelligent and talented offspring?

Darwin not only killed God, he killed love. Which sorta brings us down to the level of not sentient beings, but mere animals with higher levels of intelligence. Evolution, Nature’s Selection, Survival of the Fittest. Kinda look at it, it sorta applies to human’s as well.

Love, can’t seem to see you somehow. Since you went away, are you coming back? And if you do, are you love? Can I trust you then?

I don’t know.

Is love alive?

Paradise?

2010-06-01T21:22:00.001+08:00

Paradise? Or para-dies?

See what fanatics have done to these children.

The worst part is, they JUSTIFY these acts. They believe that their acts were right. That their acts will be rewarded by their GOD. Their ALLAH.

And then I sorta took a step back, and look at my own country. Are they going to be like this? How will my family go on? How will my friends go on?

How will we go on?

Church attacks. That sorta sprung up instantly on my mine. No one was charged if I’m not mistaken.

Actions taken: none? as all acts like these usually end up.

As I always say, the end is nearer than ever. Awesome people we have on this planet.

Youth ‘10

2010-05-31T23:29:00.001+08:00

It was sorta cramped out actually. Tight spaces, big crowds, tiny yet happening booths. It was awesome hanging out with Jin Nian la. AH NIAN HOR? NICE HOR!? lol

Anyways I headed there right after Moral Studies in college to PWTC, which so happens to be less than 5 minutes walk from my college.

Don’t ask me about the bear. Sakit hati

Anyways, I hung out with Jin Nian FIRST.

She’s my college mate. I have a nice smile.

Modelling for car failed.

Failed. Again.

Guess who I met!!

wanted to freakin’ jump on him. lol

Parkour thing going on below. A bit noob lo compared to those I see on Youtube.

Then, Jin Nian left. So I waited there a lil’ longer for SYARA MELISSA ATREIDES. Then an sms came to my phone. From Syara :

“Tak jadi go lah!! Going shopping instead hihi =)”

*sits there emo*

Then bumped into a few juniors of mine and YUAN JI MUMMY! * sounds a wee bit weird* so I took another walk with them.

and I will leave a large empty space below to insert A PHOTO WHICH I’M YET TO RECEIVE

PAUL MOSS!!
THE ONE AND ONLY GUAI LOU IN MALAYSIA (Peter Chao style)

So overall, how was it? One word: Crowded. Seriously. And the only thing worth going for were the dance performances, futsal and basketball competitions and that’s about it.

I HATED THE BATTLE OF THE BANDS. SERIOUSLY. Imagine the MOST out-of-tuned mosque prayer, add the loudest crow there is, magnify that about 5x , then you get the “bands” that were “battling”. Gee, you all “battling” for Shitty Music of the Year then please, don’t. You all won it.

OVERALL: No more next time.

SIDE NOTE (notice that it’s on the side? xD): THANK YOU SO MUCH DILA ARIFF FOR YOUR FREE PASS!

Epic

2010-05-31T01:37:00.001+08:00

It is I who walked in the darkness’s cloak,
I who dwells under midnight sun's shadow,
I who still sees when others dream,
I who escaped Sandman's drowsy sands.
I am. Insomniac.

Probably the LAST ever epic-sounding thing (in my terms) I thought of in like less than 10 seconds.

Can’t sleep? Or don’t wanna sleep? That is MY question.
To whom? Me.
Answer? I don’t freaking know.
Why? How I know?
Why? How I know why I don’t know?
Why? How I know why I don’t know the reason to which the factor that contributes to me not being able to sleep?
Why? BUGGER OFF YOU!!!

This is bad. I’m yelling at myself. And being on Annoying Orange-mode, on myself.

Oh ya, laptop, bila datang?

Dunooo
why? Dunno
why? *omg!! here I go again!*

Anyways, Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence

Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence. Few months late or few months early. Whichever. Sakamoto-san, you rocked. Or classical-ed. Whatever

My Hair is not Wavy anymore.

2010-05-25T01:20:00.001+08:00

These are pictures that shows how WAS my hair

Me on the RIGHT, though I wish I’m the one on the LEFT.

Wavy

Wavy

CHECK OUT THE SIDE BURN. ITALIANO!

Wavy

Then I went to straighten the beast, not that it was gay, it was curly.

and the result?

TADDAAA

ON THE RIGHT K? I’m not the one with the cake!

Me wearing blue. Bromance scene.

Courtesy of Lilian’s digital cam.

So er, this cost RM21. That’s all.

SEX OFFENDERS SHOULD BE/SHOULD NOT BE CASTRATED

2010-05-25T00:40:00.001+08:00

Interesting topic there.

This above topic was a result of me going on a website that generates random topics for everyone to talk/discuss/argue/debate/blog etc.

So what is my two-ringgit fifty cents worth? My question is to this question is…..

What is castration?

Sorry la, how I know the definition of this? Remove penis only or remove balls or remove both? Not like I’ve been through this right?

So anyways, I searched up wikipedia and apparently castration is when you remove testicles only. Penis still intact. Ah, I see.

So my point of view is, it makes no difference. Penis still there. The only difference is that you’ll maybe get raped, and the guy shoots blanks. That is all.

The fundamental of this issue is to serve this a warning to sex offender-wannabes. The theory is they would think twice before committing that sexual offence WHICH may cause them to say bye bye to Fathers’ Day eternally UNLESS they adopt a child.

But to me, this sorta PROMOTES sexual offences such as rape? Cause when they come out, they can do anyone, without having worry that there maybe a err…..by-product from that act of forceful lust.

What’s your RM2.50 worth?

Love Everybody Now

2010-05-23T22:40:00.001+08:00

Sleepy Head by Jason Lo

This song frankly sounds like those DEMONIC thrash metal music that we so often hear these days. But hear closely to the lyrics

Then you know why.

Errrm, hi. My Name is Kaichi…..

2010-05-23T02:39:00.001+08:00

“…you can call me..err…..Kaichi.”

So I started Moral Studies today. Did I mention I got a B+ for Pendidikan Moral during SPM? That’s how I morally-lacking I am.

Things went on normal in class, till the lecturer says I want each of you to come out and

Introduce yourself.
Reveal your origins. (tell where the heck you come from la)
Your parents profession. (“..SPARTANS! WHAT IS YOUR PROFESSION!?!! AHWOO..”)
Your ambition.
Your ultimate dream. ( not to be mistaken with ambition, could be an unachievable one)
What do you think of today’s Moral Studies. ( lecturer’s ear is wide open, mind you)

So, it was an ok thing for me. I feel comfortable addressing ~~my royal subjects~~ people. So I when I my name is called, I went up.

“ Err…(shit! ERR!!!) my name is Kaichi….You can call me, err Kaichi”
*giggles from other students* (yeap, really smoothe kchi, really smoothe…)

“I’m from Ampang”

“My dad is a xxx in xxx, and my mum is an administrator in a kindergarten, so basically I get to hang out with kids a lot”

“My ambition is to be a doctor, though I’m not sure what sort of doctor I’ll be, 10 years is a long time to figure that out”

“ My greatest dream is to be able to financially support my family and hopefully to be able to raise a healthy and happy family”
( at this moment I feel that the girls are looking at me, oh shit.)
( heard a female voice saying, 很伟大啊！Meaning: so selfless!…oh shit.)

So basically, its not funny.

TADAAA

Yea, so I’m the class-clown, as always. People know me through, well, laughter. Heck, I think there’s something with the way I look. The very act of me opening the door and apologizing to the lecturer for arriving late to class managed to draw laughs from people.

Don’t know why, but what the heck, if that makes people happy, then why not? The world could use a few laughs.

“….class clown? Me? I don’t mind being that, as long as y’all are happy, I’m happy…”

How to Disarm a Bomb.

2010-05-22T04:50:00.001+08:00

Found an easy and organised flow-chart on collegehumor.com on how to disarm a bomb.

Conclusion 1: Don’t go looking for a bomb in the first place.
Conclusion 2: Still, don’t go looking for a bomb.
Conclusion 3: Don’t become Al-Qaeda’s neighbour.
Conclusion 4: Flow-chart does not work if bomb is on suicide bomber.
Conclusion 5: If you do found a bomb, make sure you have this flow-chart with you.
Conclusion 6: If you found a bomb and have this flow-chart, make sure you ain’t drunk.
Conclusion 7: I’m making stuffs up as conclusions so that you’ll laugh.

Suicide bomber: AL*AH*A****R!
*presses detonator in hand, nothing goes off*
Suicide bomber: SHIT! I thought I recharged the batteries yesterday?
*checks bomb*
Suicide bomber: IT SHOULD BE FINE NOW!
*looks around*
Suicide bomber: Where is everybody?

When Uncle Jobs Met Uncle Gates

2010-05-22T03:37:00.001+08:00

As we all already freakin’ know, the US economy is going down faster than Justin Bieber’s rate of hitting sexual maturity.

If Justin Bieber goes on that rate, chances of him reaching puberty if arguably impossible.

Anyways, Uncle Steve and Uncle Bill of both Apple and Microsoft sat together one day. Normal chit-chats, that’s all. They talked about world-domination, genocide, and plotted the death of each other’s family members. One topic struck out.

The Falling of American Banks

Here’s, what they talked about,

See the smile they both have, the way they looked into each other’s eyes?
They could be great ~~lovers~~ brothers if it weren’t for the fact that they’re rivals.

Did I mention Barney is a homosexual?

I meant Neil Patrick Harris, also known as Barney Stinson from How I Met Your Mother.

Not the purple dinosaur. Cause if it was the purple dinosaur…

It’ll be “….wait for it, wait for it…LEGENDARY!”

Redundant

2010-05-19T04:52:00.001+08:00

Here I am, awake at this ungodly hour (if I think that 2.a.m is ungodly then as I wish it).

Anyway, I shall immerse myself in self-satisfying (sounds a wee bit wrong) act of continuous randomosity (is that even a word?) that involves me, the ever so charming and delightedly happy and gracious Lee Kai Chi, who is also known as Lord of th-……let’s not get carried away.

As I was saying, this act involves me constantly typing ABOUT things which may or MAY NOT be related in ONE WAY OR ANOTHER (whoa, capslock spam) that may result in total, utter and/or complete rubbish.

I sound British when I type, don’t ask.

Anyways, been surfing on the Net these days ever since the 1st semester exams have ended. Found a wee bit of cool stuffs on Youtube, a site which where the Devil takes minds all over the world on a journey of mindless, idle and constant bombardment of the Anti-Christ’s a.k.a Justin Bieber’s song, which sends adolescent females all over the world into a hypnotic trance that will eventually lead them into a Lady-Gaga like dance which coincidently, Gaga whom I think is Jezebel. If you have not a single clue of what the heck I’m saying, then you’ll either ignore the previous statements or, just laugh along, brain-washing yourself that this is funny shit.

If you REALLY haven’t got a single clue, let me tell you that what I said is funny.

Watching loads of Eddie Izzard videos lately. Sorta explains the British humour that I seem to be acquiring. Do know that Eddie Izzard is a stand-up comedian and a part-time transvestite. Yeap, you heard me, TRANSVESTITE. But according to him, there are different transvestite, and he belongs to the group where he still digs chick, but he likes putting make up on while macking on chicks. I’m SERIOUS. He says he’s not like drag queens, gay men had that covered.

Not only that, he mentioned that he is an ACTION-TRANSVESTITE as he calls himself. He is the transvestite, that climbs trees.

Interesting. Hmm…

Forgot to mention that he ran on a 1000 mile+ mega marathon alone all around the UK for charity, when he is 40+ yrs old, with NO EXPERIENCE in running at all. How’s that for inspiring. He can be called SUPER-transvestite or something.

INTERRACIAL dating. Sensitive topic there. But only to the OLDER generation. Been asking around, most of the young people don’t seem to mind. When asked about the problem of this sort of dating, they express the frustration over the issue that a PARTICULAR RACE BELONGS to a PARTICULAR RELIGION. Does the addition of the words “PARTICULAR” which is added and bravely-bolded (REDUNDANCY) help spring any race/religion in our loving country of Malaysia?

1Malaysia? Make that 1Mala……better not. IS-youknowwhat-A is out and about albeit the lack of publicity in recent months. DO NOTICE the fanatics of a PARTICULAR (there we go again) race/religion is raving again. Didn’t notice? Well, eat a newspaper.

This post is nice. I get to crap. Lots of crapping that needs to be done. If you know what I mean.

Holy Water

2010-04-16T22:36:00.001+08:00

Look what I’ve found!

aku hampir DIMURTADKAN...wajib baca!!!
”…….Tau tak apa yang aku nampak? Aku sempat intai masa dia ambil air mineral dari beg dia tuh…BANYAK GILA BOTOL AIR JERNIH….ko biar betik!!!! Takkan pegi business trip bawak air mineral sampai banyak tu sekali!! GULP!!!jantung aku ni bedegup kencang!!!! Cuak abis!!! Terus aku teringat masa tu kecoh gile kes student banyak murtad kes MINUM HOLLY WATER yang mubaligh kristian ni kasik! Ape lagi!”

Source: Here

and in case you don’t know, Murtad means “former Muslim”, or in literal translation “abandon”

By abandon, they mean abandoning your own religion, in other words, apostasy.

So, you’re saying that when you drink Holy water,

which basically look like this

but comes from this,

But ULTIMATELY comes from this,

Will make a Muslim

say “I love Jesus?”

and I thought I was silly.

And from the blogpost extract that you see at the beginning of this blog post, Mr. Muslim there was clearly mortified, traumatised, disturbed, harassed (in a way) and clearly been violated……

by what?

By this,

which I’m sure isn’t…..
This

if a Muslim drank this, somebody’s gonna get some serious spanking.

So, holy water. Definition: In Anglicanism, Catholicism, Eastern Orthodoxy, Lutheranism, Oriental Orthodoxy, and some other churches, holy water is water which has been sanctified by a priestor bishop for the purpose of baptism, the blessing of persons, places, and objects; or as a means of "repelling evil".

The first use of holy water, i.e. for baptism and spiritual cleansing, is common among several religions, from Christianity to Sikhism and Hinduism.

The second use of holy water, i.e. as a sacramental for protection against evil, is almost exclusive to Roman Catholics. (wiki says this, anything wrong, ~~bomb their church~~ blame them)

And it says that “means of "repelling evil". Hmmmm, is Islam evil? How come the fella so damn scared, UNLESS…..

he is ~~stupid Edward Cullen~~ A VAMPIRE!!!

The last time I checked, Muslims don’t suck blood which evidently equates to vampires.
I checked too that Holy Water repels evil.

So you saying Holy Water repels YOUR faith, when Holy Water repels evil only.
So you’re saying YOUR faith is evil?

I see.

Kinda proves how many MISINFORMED and MISGUIDED and clearly MISINTERPRETED people out there. Oh well.

Life goes on with idiots yelling about right?

Can I have a Laptop AND a DSLR?

2010-04-15T01:52:00.001+08:00

Apparently no? But who knows? Cos’ I got none of them for my birthday. lol

BUTT! (excuse the deliberate typo)

My beloved aunt says she’s gonna get me a laptop OR (please not emphasise this) a DSLR.

But me thinks that laptop is more sorely needed for me rather than a DSLR. I mean, I’m in college now, gotta start having my own assignment-producing machine instead of wasting PRECIOUS amount of time to WAIT for my siblings to let my ~~people~~ PC at home go.

AND BESIDES, if my aunt were to get me a DSLR, she might end up getting one which I DON’T want? lol, believe me, I’m picky when it comes the quality of cameras used for taking pictures.

AND, I don’t like using the same camera models as others. Example, the cheapest out there is most probably the Nikon D3000 which is owned by 8 of my friends.

Yes people, 8!

But that’s NOT the case if you say you were to gimme a Nikon D3000 as a gift. Heck, I’d be over the moon. What I’m saying is, if I were to buy a camera for me own, I won’t get a Nikon D3000. Enuff said? Not really.

So anyways, the total NECESSITY of a laptop outweighs ULTIMATELY the WANT to have a DSLR.

Oh yea, thanks for the wishes people! My Facebook profile never looked so crowded!

Till then,

Love you.

Birthday Soundtrack

2010-04-14T00:10:00.001+08:00

WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!

I. AM. 18!!! WUEA!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAhA!

*ahem*

18, must be…..mature. Silly silly me, I’m a grown boy….I mean MAN. MAN I AM. Not Iron Man, Superman or kind of MAN out there cause that’s plain weird or something……LOL!?

ANYWAYS, instead of the usual boring ol’ happy-birthday-to-you song and of course the ever orthodox-yet-jolly cantonese birthday song. Here’s a pick of what birthday song I want. THOUGH there is not a WORD about birthdays in it, but here it goes:

Now my feet won’t touch the ground. WOOOHOOO!

Serious thanks to all who wished me PUNCTUALLY. lol

Love ya loads.

Nothing To Hide

2010-04-08T00:25:00.001+08:00

Life’s great

When I’m Gone

2010-04-06T01:08:00.001+08:00

Most of you know MIGHT have know by now that I’m leaving for Russia during the late of August for Medicine. If everything goes smoothly that is.

6 years. That’s how long I’d be gone.I’d be 24 years old then. Imagine all the changes 6 years would bring. I shudder at the very thought of it.

I’m afraid.

Well, think of the excitement there will be when I return (maybe not), news of me old friends getting married, having kids bla bla bla, and I might still be alone. Heck, aren’t all doctors ain’t got anytime for people around them but only for the people they promised to lay their healing hands upon. That’s what I want to do I guess. To heal.

I guessed I just saw too much things I don’t want to see in people’s eyes. Emotional stuffs you know? Don’t know about you but I take other’s feelings personally.

I’m rambling.

Point is, when I come back, there will be so much changes. The little kids at church who always go ‘kaichi gor gor’ will be all grown up. Don’t think they’ll gimme hugs anymore. Heck, they might not even recognise me anymore. I’d be 6 years older, changed, just as how they changed too.

BIRTHDAY! 18th birthday people. I have ABSOLUTELY no idea how am I gonna celebrate it. 18th, I’m gonna be a man now aren’t I?

Age, it scares me. Time too, though as Einstein would have put it, is just a relative.

Random fact: if you accelerate an object to the speed of light, it will become energy. (not sure if im wrong or right)

I think I wanna become energy, for energy can never be destroyed, only converted.

REPLAY

2010-03-29T18:33:00.001+08:00

As Weixing would put it. “Itulah caranya (thats how its done)”

Damn awesome people. Notice the guy on the far right? That’s Andrew Garcia, he’s one of the finalists in American Idol.

They’re kinda comical too, not afraid to show mistakes and have fun around with the song arrangements. Check them out more on YOUTUBE~

“Customer is ALWAYS, ALWAYS Right…”

2010-03-27T00:07:00.001+08:00

I’m sure plenty of you heard this term before. Well, hear me out.

In case any of you don’t know, I was working from January till the day before I get my SPM results. At a place called XXX Bookstore at Pavilion.

On this particular beautiful day, I was posted to duty at the Customer Service Counter. (Please bear with me, it’s a loooong story) That day was a public holiday. And the place was literally SWARMED all over by customers.

Because the cashier counter is on the other side of the place, facing the Customer Service counter, I noticed that the line got a little too long. So as to fulfil my duty, I went over to direct a few customers over to the Customer Service counter to make their purchases there.

Things were going on fine till it was this lady’s and her family’s turn to make their payment at the Customers Service counter.

Guess what she told me.

*Aunty is red, I’m in blue*

“Boy…erm, Michael, you tell your manager ah… that the Malays at the other side there, very slooow. The Malays there like very “chun” (stupid in cantonese)….tell ah your manager that they shouldn’t have hired Malays”

That totally blow my steam, racists have that effect on me. Somemore so many bitchy customers that day, beh song lo.

So I replied,

“Erm, Aunty. According to my own personal opinion la, I think your comments just now is a little unfair ah. Because I would totally understand if you would pinpoint US the employees of XXX. But if you would to only pinpoint a certain RACE when in fact it is because of OUR incompetence then you and your family are facing this inconvenience, I personally think that is unfair.”

I kept my calm while saying this. Then no response from her. So I added on,

“So I think right, you wouldn’t have made such a comment if I was the person behind the cashier over at the other side. I don’t think you would actually say that the CHINESE over at the counter is very ‘chun’ right? I’m sorry if I have offended you in anyway, but that is personally what I’ve felt and what I should express. Sorry for wasting your time and/or offending you.”

So I just went on doing what I’m supposed to do. Scanning the price tags, blabla bla. Said thank you and smiled while I hand their purchased goods, receipt and balance into their hands. Then my manager came.

Being the aunty that she is, she took hold of the opportunity to blast me.

“Michael (yes, she saw my nametag, and yea, I used the name Michael), i know you’re still new here, but I want to say that the customer is ALWAYS ALWAYS RIGHT….”

*I cut her off right here*

“ ….yes, customer is ALWAYS right. But personally I don’t think that gives you the right to dish out racist comments about other people. Especially when they are the people I work with everyday and came to understanding terms with.”

*Aunty became pissed*

“ Michael I can tell you that I can complain to your manager anytime you know….”

“Aunty, my manager(who is a Malay) is right beside me, complain all you like to her, tell her that the Malays are and “chun” and you just said. Because I will not apologise for speaking my mind.”

*Aunty left without a word*

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I explained to my manager after that. Thank God she’s ok with it. She just told me to ignore these sort of customers in the future.

This is why I start to REALLY REALLY question this 1MALAYSIA concept. CHINESE say that the MALAYS ARE RACIST, but that statement itself sound racist to me.

I think this is the kind of mentality of those older generation due to the racial tensions back then. But that sort of racial tension should not continue, especially when it is the PARENTS who tell the kids to be careful of the “ah bu neh neh” or the “malai mata” catch you.

1Malaysia. Everyone, I mean EVERYONE should start working on it.

DISCLAIMER: You don’t like what I said? I don’t care. Cause this is where I stand.

EQUALITY

CAMERA!

2010-03-26T14:04:00.001+08:00

I like taking photos. >.<

This was taken on a night out in Bangkok, in a Tuk Tuk

This is what I hate about mini zoos

I just put my thumb over the flash and the light blast through my flesh,
giving this blood effect.

As Joann might put it “ HOU LENG HOR?! HOU LENG HOR?!”

Shh, she’s my aunt

Now, why do I bombard this post with soooo many pictures? To prove a point.

Now all these pictures, are taken by me. Not bad la I say (dunno bout you) but the thing is, I don’t own the cameras that I took these pictures with.

What I’m saying is, I ALWAYS have to play with other people’s camera. Not nice lo.

“Go get one ah” you might say, so why haven’t I go get one?

Simple, I want a DSLR, but I can’t and must not get it now. Cause? I wanna get a laptop first. If I weighed the pros and cons, laptop first is a MUST.

What to do. ~~Poor~~ Lack of sufficient funds ma. >.<

UPDATE!

2010-03-26T02:18:00.001+08:00

Well, not really an “update” la. Just wanna make you people who reads me blog (assuming there’s any) to go “ EH!? He is still alive! I miss him! ~~I wanna hold him, scream his name out, kiss him full in the mouth~~ Good to know he’s still alive” sort of reaction la.

Speaking of readers, since there are NO ONE leaving comments (real comments, not chats in me chatbox on the right) I have totally ignored the “0 comments” section located at the bottom of every post.

Guess what I’ve found.

Apparently comments made in CHINESE were found. All of which containing ~~rubbish~~ non-substantial comments and LINKS that leads to questionable websites containing questionable materials.

Need I explain more? Yes? Well, I don’t wanna explain more.

Let's see. Hmmm, college, enrolled into President College (readers going “where?” ) which is located at the 29th floor of THE MALL ( readers going “where?”, again) which by the way is located nearby PWTC (if you ask me where, I’ll slap you). Attending a fast-track course in Foundation in Science. How fast? 5 months. Yeap.

Cause I’m going Russia in 5 months yo.

That’s right, MEDICINE. Never thought I’d one day be known as Dr. Lee

How’s college? One word- BOLLYWOOD. LOL! Serious! Not to sound racist or anything la. I step into the room, I sit down, the people on my left and right, front AND back, are Indians. LOL! The students affair, staff, bla bla bla, are all Indian expect for 2 Chinese, 2 Malay, and one Caucasian dude (who so happens to run the place).

Really la, a bit of a culture shock (well duh, same English language, different accent yo), cause I come from a school which consists of MAINLY Chinese la.

anyways, I’ll try to update as often as possible LA.

PS: I rock at Russian Language class

Tonight

2010-03-15T05:55:00.001+08:00

Do you I love you? You bet I do.

I Stood There.

2010-03-03T00:34:00.001+08:00

Got a little inspiration after watching 500 Days of Summer. XD

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They stood there, all smiles, eye to eye. They knew they belong to each other. Love, that’s what they called it. Not just any random coincidences, just fate it seems. Written fate. The legendary and elusive “meant-to-be”s and the “one-and-only”s. They’re having it. This is love.

Happy. That’s the look they’re giving each other as they stood on the overhead bridge. All smiles, their eyes met. She put her hand around him as he leaned on the railing. He caressed her cheeks and she smiled, then put both of his hands on her face and pulled her close.

And they kissed.

Such longing kisses. Not filled with lust, but with sunshine, with warmth. Pure innocence. Happy. Joy. That’s what they’re giving each other.

And I watched. Don’t which hurt most. The fact that she’s kissing him? Or the fact that this is love, yet not mine.

Love, she found it. The other half of a heart is not with me, but with him. Not me.

I smiled. At least, one of us is happy. Finally, a happily ever after. Just that it doesn’t involve me. That’s all. Sorta like reading a fairy tale, seeing others happy yet, being the bystander.

At least she’s happy.

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I swear, totally fictional. But I really saw a cute couple tonight. They guy is Malaysian, the girl is a Caucasian. Really saw the way they looked at each other, saw that happiness in their eyes. Saw that “happily-ever-after-walk-towards-horizon” thing.

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

Blogging Mojo

2010-03-02T01:42:00.001+08:00

Gone.

All thanks to a little thing that pays called JOB.

On a lighter note, it rained. Wow. Like right after CNY ended. Not just any rain, but BIG-BUMMED-I-AM-ZEUS-LORD-OF-THE-SKIES type heavy rain.ROUGHLY see what I mean?

I said roughly cause….yea you know la, how rough the pictures looks due to the poor quality of my Nokia 6288 camera.

Which also reminds me, CONSTANTLY that I’m as poor as hell. (wait, I thought hell has dirty money?) There are so many things I wanna OWN. Laptop, DSLR, this, that….

And the best part is, some people don’t need to work and STILL GET A LOT MONEY from mom and dad. I on the other hand is semi-independent in terms of finances already! My meals (not including dinner and supper), transport, miscellaneous stuffs are all on my OWN expense.

Since I’m WORKING.

Kinda think of it, i still can afford little luxuries la, like ice cream and stuffs like that. Other than that, if you ask me watch a movie, I might hesitate.

What to do, I’m no longer getting allowances from parents. Parents so far providing me with the occasional transport, dinner and of course a house.

I still envy those who don’t need to work 10 hours a day and STILL can EASILY get Starbucks, go out, buy stuffs, this that.

What to do? Poor ma.

This Video Killed Me

2010-02-21T01:03:00.001+08:00

Happy Valentine’s Day.

I Really Really Miss My Cat

2010-02-20T03:17:00.001+08:00

He didn’t die la. My mum gave him away.

Haiz, dogs just don’t have that subtle grace that only felines possess. I really want my cat back.

     I miss his purrs, meows.
     I miss him rubbing against my legs when it’s hungry.
     I miss him snuggling up close to me while I’m shivering with fever.

I miss my cat la.

My Glourious Reunion Dinner.

2010-02-14T20:07:00.001+08:00

at my grandma’s place. At 8.30p.m.

I’m starting to hate my job. Enough said.

At least the angpows this year is awesome la.

KAP KAP KAP

2010-02-08T02:44:00.001+08:00

SAWADI KAP!

I’ve got a feeling its like Kuala Lumpur lo.

As in..

HOT AND HUMID!!!

sien right?

Not really la. I mean, I’d rather go to somewhere like Koh Samui

but

SHOPPING IS MORE IMPORTANT! (according to mum and sister)

Chinese New Year what.

ANYWAYS, if you would like me to get you a souvenir, please sms me.
I MIGHT MIGHT MIGHT get it for you.

CHEERS

When I’m Bored, I should…..

2010-01-27T23:43:00.001+08:00

Do what this email sent me.

What to do when you are bored at work.....

1. Kill a few flies.

2. Put them in the sun to dry for one hour.

3. Once they are dry, pick a pencil and paper... Let your imagination flow.

Here are a few examples...

Creative? Yes. But the thing is, I’m working at a bookstore, where the hell do I get flies?

Welcoming 2010 at Port Dickson

2010-01-21T01:31:00.001+08:00

Nice right? xD

Anyways, this time it was special. Instead of crowding around Bukit Bintang like I’d always do every New Year.

or partying at someone’s place.

This time, I decided to follow Joann Lim to the beach with her coursemates! So I was off to the beach to celebrate New Year’s Eve, and everyone is at least 19 years old and above. You’d think that there’ll be a gap between them and I. Well, there is this awkward-ness, but it fades pretty soon. I think. lol

Jessie and I

Prior the trip, the gor gor’s and che che’s have been planning this trip, so I decided to tag along la. xD You can say I invited myself in. Haha.

I am the Small Kid here.

So anyways, a flat rate of RM50 is paid by everyone. For the petrol, accommodation, food, drinks, ~~booze~~ and so on and so forth.

So we got there, picked our spot to sleep. I got to sleep on the bed. XD. 2 beds, shared by 4 people, but I slept like the dead I tell you. Arms on my chest, if I turned, I’d either end up ACCIDENTLY hugging Kuok Zhen, or I’d fall to my doom.

I prefer the latter one.

And I had so much fun with these people. The lame jokes…gosh, I tell you, their my kind of people! Somewhat la.

For the record, I’m scared of handling crabs, regardless of its size.

So anyways, we hung out at the beach till the sun sets.

Us waiting for the rain to stop. Chai Mee doing the F4 thingy.

I went for a swim in the sea.

3 guys. 1 sea. Damn gay. That’s me in the middle.

I LOL-ed at this picture like mad. No idea why.

and soon the girls followed suit. Pun intended. Ha ha ha.

this reminds me of the Penang boys that drowned recently.

We had barbequed stuffs for dinner. I TELL YOU WAI HONG’s CHICKEN was AWESOME! Everyone had a good time la basically.

So when everyone was done eating. We head out to the beach to play.

we sumo-ed in the sand. ( I won xD )

and the ol’ eagle and the hen game. lolx

And then, 2010 came. Wished you were there.

I hope this isn’t my first photo taken in 2010.

This is definitely the best New Year so far. Would be better if someone was there. xD
I WANT MORE OF DAYS LIKE THIS TO COME! WooohoO!!

A Glimpse of YES Camp 2010

2010-01-12T04:43:00.001+08:00

These are just SOME of the fun people that were there.

Gah, I’m having the time of my life here I tell you.

Heck, Liang gave us vocal lessons!!

if you don’t know who he is, he is a local artiste. Nuff’ said for now.

And there will be TONS of camwhore pictures just like this! As expected. lol

Anyways, its 4.42a.m. now. And I have a session on communication skills at 9a.m. AWESOME.

Our Stand Shall Prevail

2010-01-12T04:05:00.002+08:00

You desecrated our Place of Worship. You destroyed our precious House of Refuge. Funny, I didn't remember us doing the same to you.

Funny, cause it is because you don't like us using that one word.

Funny, I remember the name of your religion means peace, purity. But what is it that you are all doing? Acts of violence.

Cause seriously, attacking churches, cars with Christian decorative items, street protests and many more, isn't what someone might call it peace.

Heck, you claim that your religion is true, I certainly do not believe the fact that the ''truth'' enabled you do commit such acts.

And to think you guys pray 5 times a day, I certainly would like to think that your faith is stronger, that your faith DETERMINES the freedom and rights of others.

So much for calling yourselves ''peace'' when in reality, what you're doing is nowhere near peace.

Peace through force and ''iron fist''? Force your religion down our throats? I guarantee that this country will fall, history has showed us that. We know that. You know that too.

And I know, that my God, or what you call, Allah, is on our side. I know that when judgement calls, the flames that you threw will be upon you tenfold.

For eternity.

For my God is the one true God.

UPDATES

2010-01-07T18:50:00.002+08:00

I am in YES CAMP
My G10 camera has tons of pictures, and its the 4th day only
and apparently the pictures consists mainly of the girls with them camwhore pictures.
I have to recycle my clothes.
By recycling my clothes, i meant by washing them and wearing them again.
I wanna update on my New Year's Eve in Port Dickson.
I met loads of new friends here.
I think one of the girls is hitting on me. Either that, or I'm over-sensitive =X
Time passes fast here.
I wanna go home, BUT! Not so soon. lol
Not used to using blogger to update my post la, usually I use Windows Live Writer.
Two guys are staring at me as I update this blog
There's this guy even snapping at me with his SUPER DUPER PRO DSLR while I am blogging la. SIEN
I think I'm just over-sensitive la
Eh ya, I'm gonna be SING this Saturday, gonna try to video it down.

That is all for now la! Kthxbye!

Beautiful

2010-01-03T06:06:00.001+08:00

Another fictional thing I thought of. At 5.45 a.m.

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It’s New Year’s Eve. I’m at the beach. Getting ready to usher in the New Year. The sound of the waves crashing, the feeling of the night sea breeze blowing, the moonlight was the light of that night. The setting, is beautiful.

And you’re not here.

How I longed for you to be here too. Not much is ever worth enjoying in your absence. But nevertheless, I held myself strong. And with many others, we begin the countdown.

10, 9…..I wish you’re here, 6, 5, 4….couples begin to hold each others’ hands..3…I held my head up high.

‘’Happy New Year’’, I hear from each soul at the beach. But it is your voice which I long to hear. Against the loud fireworks against my ear, I only want to hear your voice. I only want to hold your hand at this very moment. I want you to see, what I see right here, right now.

I want us to hold hands. I want us to see the same fireworks. I want us to hear the same waves crashing on shore. I want us to feel the same breeze, feel the same moonlight, walk the same sandy beach, feel the same sand under the soles of our feet.

I want you to feel the warmth of my hand in yours, to hear the words I’m longing to say, to feel the love that’s uncontainable from me, to you. I want you to know, how much I love you.

But, you’re not here.

I stare out to the wide and dark sea. Such vastness against the infinite dark sky. Only the moon as the beach’s only source of light. Such beauty, I’m unable to share it with you.

Because, you’re not here.

There is a flaw in every setting. This time, the flaw was your absence. If only you’re in this setting with me, only then, will I be assured this picture worthy to be called….

Perfect.

Happy New Year, 2010

2010-01-01T18:27:00.001+08:00

It is here. I was there, wished you were there with me.

On the FIRST NOTE OF THE YEAR in this blog *trumpets roar*, I would first like to thank Joann Lim, Kuok Zhen,Caroline, Kah Chun, Jessie, Wai Hong, Gilbert, Jean, and MANY OTHERS (18 in total I think) for the AWESOME, WONDERFUL, FUN countdown-ing at Port Dickson.

Yes, I went to a beach to countdown. Awesome I tell you.

But I can’t blog about it just yet and cause I need to wait for the pictures to be uploaded up to Facebook. Time is of the essence people!!!

I made a New Year Resolution list, AND I HOPE I’LL STICK TO IT THIS TIME!!

New Year Resolution List:

Less Emo-ing~ This is seriously an issue that I gotta deal properly. I have gotta stop emo-ing so easily! More smile etc. If anything bad is happening to me, just smile. Eg. if I got hit by a car, I’m still gonna force a smile out.
Finally Figuring Things Out~ I have loads of things in my mind from 2009 that I can’t put down you see, so I gotta figure them out fast fast so that I won’t like carry excess baggage into the new year, know what I mean?
Drive!!! MUST LEARN HOW TO OR DIE!!!
Stick to New Year Resolution~ ‘Nuff said.
Save more money~ For cruise trip. *winks*
And if POSSIBLE~ Amazing Race Asia. *whooaaaaa*

Anyways, let us all start the year with a BIG(and positive) Bang!!

Happy New Year everybody!
(Thanks Kah Chun and Jessie for the hugs, really needed those)

Will You Be There?

2009-12-30T14:24:00.001+08:00

I’d always wonder who would be there IF I died at an early age. I know my family would be there, my close friends, my church mates/church members.

But would you be there? People whom I came to know THROUGH the internet. Bloggers, twitterers, plurkers, would you be there? Would you even know if I died? I doubt that.

I’ve got some bad press from y’all. Cause I said things that were ‘’undesirable’’ to y’all? BUT, that’s a long time ago right? Right? Have you forgiven me? WOULD YOU BE THERE? At my funeral.

I know Kennysia.com would get a streetload of people. But would you? Cause heck, you don’t know me, and heck, I might never have seen you in real life!

But it sure is nice if you’d attend my funeral. NO I AM NOT DYING SOON, sorry to disappoint you.

This really makes me ponder lo. If a blogger/twitterer you knew died, and you’ve only met the person once or twice IN REAL LIFE, would you be there?

If you knew I died, would you be at my funeral?

HGC Youth Christmas 09’

2009-12-26T05:24:00.001+08:00

Now before I start, I would like to state a few points.

Fuyoh. This was my outfit as emcee for that night (guitar not included la duh!)

2. Yes, yes I know I know I have been awfully LAZY and bumming around. Not to mention the endless emo(ROMANTIC LA) stories I’ve been coming up with (more to come) =X.

3. This year’s Youth Christmas is by far the MOST AMBITIOUS AND BIGGEST one so far. I mean this time, we really made it big. BIG i tell you.

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So let’s start by telling pictures with narrations shall we.

Oh by the way

cool right? LOL

This is the theme this year. 146 stands for John 14:6. LOOK IT UP PEOPLE!

We have 3 segments. Upstairs first, then downstairs, then upstairs, again.

Upstairs number 1 is where or the mini games, games, and tidbits and appetizers are served.

UPSTAIRS

Upon entry, you’ll be greeted by these 4 upon registration. (the 2 in the middle are my cousins)

the emcees for the night, Joann and yours truly.

Here, we have

Tidbits

Drinking games (carbonated WATER only)

more games (you have no idea how long these two took)

and of course

more of me. WUAHAHAHAHAHA.

then its downstairs time.

DOWNSTAIRS

Here is where we have our Praise and Worship Session, Sketch and Speaker.

and of course

more of me. WAHAHAHAHAHA (and Joann also la)

Nick on the piano during the Praise and Worship session.

the Worship Team

Scenes from the sketch

and boy, was I really busy that night.

UPSTAIRS. AGAIN.

This is where after it all ends, everyone proceeded here for the refreshments and time of bonding.

they prepared the food

people enjoying themselves.

the Drama Team photo-taking session

you can see how tired we were. (ignore the butt at the left please)

I’m just glad we did a good job.

at Downstairs with the UV lighting.

they were my biggest surprise that night (besides my cousin in pink). They travelled far. Without informing me of their attendance. LOL!

it was fun working with these people.

Tired, but we still squeezed the ounce of smiles left.

we all worked very hard on this. Kudos to the decoration duo Wai Kin and William.

so we shall all

say “CHEERS!” LOL!!!

Overall, I am proud being a part of this. Saying this almost made me shed a tear. lol!

“THANK YOU, GOOD NIGHT! AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!”
*Bows and exits*

When You Held My Hand

2009-12-24T21:03:00.001+08:00

I often think holding the hand of that someone is so………. magical.

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We were walking, shivering in the cold wind. Yet your company was warm. Every words exchanged with you, keeps a fire burning inside of me. You fuel me.

We walked. Side by side.Occasionally we bumped into each other out of playfulness. It was nice. I’m truly myself when I’m around you.

It was very cold, who knew the wind would blow so hard that night.

And then, our hands met.

I took hold of your hand. They were small, nevertheless, warm.

Our fingers interlock. That bind, so strong. I don’t ever want to let your hand go. You squeezed lightly. I squeezed back. Suddenly, the cold weather isn't so cold anymore.

Hand in hand we walked around aimlessly. But with your hand in mine, we’re not lost. We had nowhere to got, yet, we are going somewhere. On an adventure? Perhaps. Every moment with you feels like an adventure.

We walked around. Found a nice cosy cafe. We just sat at the sofa next to each other. We sipped hot chocolate, it was fantastic. But it was even better, when our hand is still intertwined.

Your hand in mine. My hand……..in yours. We looked into each other’s eyes. And smiled.

My hands, forever yours.

Fuuuyoooo. FEARLESS!

2009-12-22T16:30:00.001+08:00

Yeap, I got it

Courtesy of Universal Music

The thing is, I kinda downloaded the whole album already. LOL!!

Perhaps I’ll give it away as a Christmas Present?

Iron Man 2!

2009-12-21T03:51:00.001+08:00

IT IS COMING!!!

and check out War Machine!! SO COOL!!!

Its a bummer that we have to wait till May 7th 2010 for the release. ARGH!!

I'll Never Ask for Anyone but You

2009-12-16T04:05:00.001+08:00

Ever felt so sure you found that someone? I do.

How to get someone better when I had the best? Or rather, lost the best.

This is insane, emo at 4am in the morning.

Perfect Christmas Morning

2009-12-13T05:46:00.001+08:00

Note: This just popped out of my mind.That’s all.

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My conscience stirs from its deep slumber. Dreamt of you. As always.

I could see daylight through my eyelids. Its the holidays, so no reason to wake up just yet. Times like these makes me ought to want to stay in bed longer.

In bed. Longer. With you.

I felt your warmth of your body. Still motionless. My hands are around your body frame, the smell of your hair that kept me going. You’re here.

I peek through my eyelids. You lay with my arms around you. I feel as though you’re at the center. The center or my world.

I lay there motionless. Using my senses, I take in every essence of you and embedding it deep within my being. The sight of your peaceful sleep, the smell of your hair, the touch of your hand on my chest, the sound of your slow breathing. You’re so close to me.

As you lay, your head is spot on my chest. My heartbeat, every pulse so far, has led me to this very moment. My heart, is yours. It beats for you.

I just lay there, motionless. Cherishing each second of this fragile morning. My love, you’re here. That’s all I need. Among the white sheets of bed, I lay there, breathing you in. You filled a cavity in my heart. You signify a missing piece of my heart. You fixed me.

Then, you stir. Still feeling blur, you looked and you noticed me staring at you.

“Merry Christmas”, you said.

I planted a kiss on your forehead. You blushed and gave me the sweet smile that I fell in love with.

“Love you’’, I said to you.

‘’I love you too’’, you replied.

Those 3 words from you. That’s all I needed to hear in my life. I don’t need fancy gifts for Christmas.

You are that gift.You’re all I ever wanted.

Then, we just lie there for the rest of the morning. Cherishing every second of it as we just lay there in silence.

You’re all I want.

Unbelievable

2009-12-12T23:22:00.001+08:00

Vitas. Unbelievable voice for a guy.

If you think this is unbelievable, check out this dude.

Speechless. I died laughing. Only to be revived back and died laughing again.

Travis Barker. Awesome

2009-12-10T23:58:00.001+08:00

For those who don’t know, Travis Barker is the drummer for the band Blink 182. He not only plays for the band, he did drum records for artists like Avril Lavinge, so on and so forth.

He even did remixes with his drumming skills, the most famous one

being “Crank That” by Soulja Boys

but wait! There’s more! (Tv Sales sound)

and THIS

and many more!

The thing is, his skill is so good, he made bad songs sound good. I mean, I find the songs above pretty annoying and noisy without Travis. But when you add Travis in, he puts the v in vibe. Heck, he made the songs a little more closer to Linkin Park’s standards according to my opinion.

HE ROCKS!

I. AM. FREE

2009-12-09T23:23:00.001+08:00

Too free. Seriously.

Today was the first day of freedom. Verdict: Torturing.

Oh my gosh y’all have no freaking idea! I totally rot in front of the pc. Watched every movie I downloaded before, played every game till I’m bored of it. Heck, no one says hi on msn.

Alone. Is. Painful.

I had loads of plans initially. (see left of blog). Gotta cancel some due to unforeseen circumstances. Even from the beginning of 2009, I had loads of plans to celebrate the end of SPM. Then somethings happened and plans disappeared.

I am free. Too free

Part of me wished SPM never ended. I mean, at least I still have some human contact! But now, it’s like. ZILCH.

If today is preview of what life may be for the next 4 months, I’m so gonna end my life in the middle of the MRR2 highway.

COME ON LA PEOPLE. Whenever y’all going somewhere, can’t think of Kaichi is it? SHIT LA!

Here’s my handphone number and email. Then you’ll won’t have any excuse saying you can’t freakin’ contact me. 0163860436 or kchi_92@yahoo.com. Add me or contact me. whatever.

Don’t leave me alone.

So, anyone interested?

So Go On

2009-12-05T14:34:00.001+08:00

Did I mention how beautiful is Colbie Cailat? Both her voice and looks. Girl-next-door-type. Know what I mean?

Wonder what if she’s my neighbour…hmmmmm. Interesting thought. lol

Part Two: His Story

2009-12-01T21:06:00.001+08:00

Disclaimer’s note: This story is being told through the eyes of Michael. If you don’t know who he is, read here. Yea Joann, he’s that stupid guy la who died in the end la. lol

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Michael:

So yea. Doctor said i have only 3 months left. Done enough chemo for the past 6 months after its detection, now its useless to continue anymore. Gotta get my hair back.

It’s no use crying anymore. I mean, why waste time being a wuss when you can leave smiling? I mean, guys who cry are wimps I tell you. Or at least, that’s what dad told me. Death is so near now. Less than 3 months. I mean, it’s not like it’s SPM ya know? There’s life after SPM, but this is death. According to my religion, there’s life after death. Well, I hope religion is right.

So I told mum, dad, bro, sis, little sis and little bro. All the same reaction. Cry. Like of course! But I told them to stay calm and strong. I mean, it’s just like the time I left to Europe for a year-long backpacking trip. Only longer. Way way longer, know what I mean?

And plans, accomplished lots of them so far. Not much you can do in less than 3 months. I’m only 20 years old! 19 years old actually, birthday is 6 months away. Wait, which means I’ll never make it to the big TWO-ZERO. Oh wow, I’m gonna die a youngster. Anyways, being 19-and a half doesn’t leave me much in my wallet. These days when you wanna have fun, you gotta have money. But I don’t have that. So I’m to make my own fun then.

So what I’ve accomplished so far? i told every single one person who are close to me about my condition. Well, except for her of course, she’s busy, can’t stop her, know what I mean? Even this Iranian guy I came to know online knows my condition. Except her. AND! I made it a point to not let her know. Why? Well, I’ll see one less person who would be crying (maybe not) by my bedside. It’s her smile that matters, not the tears. i can guarantee the family is gonna bawl their heads of when I breathe my last. Who wouldn’t? (I know who wouldn’t).

Met up with the dudes.Yea, what I meant of the EBL. The Eligible Bachelors’ League. Group of young,successful, good-lookin young men of under-20 who shares a strong brotherhood. The gang started when we were 15. Who knew I would be the first to leave the gang? Well, its now or never right? We went to one of the guy’s bar. As usual, hot chicks were there, I talked to none of them as always.

The EBL gathered in a small private room, they were in a jolly good mood (because I announced that the drinks on me). We all just sat at the couch, just dudes, no dudettes. And I told them my condition. Guys as always wouldn’t shed a tear. Each of them gave me a hug and a pat on the back. Strong men, or so I thought. As I reached home, one of the dude’s girl texted me saying he’s crying. Yeap, strong men indeed.

Her. Hmmmm, I’m having a hard time. I mean, how to tell the girl whom you’ve been in love with since the dawn of time, who happens to be your ex, that you’re gonna die in less than 3 months? I really wanted to tell her that, since we’ve been telling each other stuffs for a long long time, BUT. I can’t bear to see her cry. I just can’t. In fact, I’d wished I’ll die sooner to even see a tear from her eyes. It’s someone you love, you don’t want that person to be unhappy right?

Right?

I hope I’m right. Keeping it from her is a big challenge. Not only I’d have to act as if I’m the fittest horse alive, I’d have to tell every person I told about my imminent death to keep this a secret. Heck, even her parents know about this. Good thing she moved out from her parent’s place though, it’ll mean less chance for Aunty and Uncle to spill the beans to her.

Death. There goes my plans to backpack South America. There goes my chance to go skydiving. Heck, I don’t even have a chance to share a dance with her. I would, if it wasn’t for the fact that she is booked every weekend nights and holidays for the next 3 months. Busy 19 year old girl right? You have no idea.

Life, seems so long when I’m in pain. But it’s the pain that reminds me that I’m still alive. Of all the kind of cancer I’ve got colon cancer. Said goodbye to delicious yet unhealthy food.

Damn, I can’t even taste a wee bit of heaven before I leave? Oh man. This is one of those few cases where you people out there would say the phrase FML. Well, I’m not gonna say it. If I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die different from y’all. And yea, I’m a virgin, gonna keep it that way till I die.

Dying, its hard. But not letting her know, is harder.

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Stay tuned for Part 3: Her Story. WHICH, I need ideas! Any ideas? Anyone?

PS : How’s Part 2: His Story and Part 1: Just One More Night? Comments are REALLY APPRECIATED.

PPS: I know the stories are a little emo, besides that?

PPPS: Yes, I lived up to my reputation as Emo King.

PPPPS: AGAIN, THIS STORY IS STRICTLY FICTIONAL.NOT A STORY OF MYSELF! (sheesh, someone thinks I’m suicidal)

PPPPPS: I don’t feel emo when I come up with this. It’s more like a random thought.

Wish Me Luck!

2009-12-01T10:13:00.001+08:00

NOT ONLY FOR SPM. But also…..

THIS
Gosh I want it so badly!!!!

Pray for me ya?

Part 1: Just One More Night

2009-11-27T21:03:00.001+08:00

DISCLAIMER: This it just a freaking fictional short story that I’m so free to come up with. Any events or person in this story similar to real life events or person is PURELY CONINCIDENTAL. Don’t suddenly shooting me, asking me to shut up and stuffs like that.

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There he is, in his room. All alone. He picks up the phone and dials. The familiar caller ringtone greets him first. As usual, she slams the phone. But he’s persistent and tries again. This time, she answers.

“Hey, there’s something I gotta tell you”, he sounded urgent.

“What is it? I’m sorta busy right now”, she sounded impatient, she was clubbing .

“I’m leaving, to somewhere. Far away”, he hasn’t got much time.

They knew each other from way back since they were kids, they grew up together. Got into a brief relationship, but it didn’t work out. He was holding her back from all the things waiting for her in the world. She couldn’t take it. It was painful for him. Nevertheless, all he can think of is as long as she is happy. That’s all that matters.

And he’s leaving.

They met up. She looked wonderful as always. She noticed he looked a bit down, but nevertheless, he’ll always pick himself up, that what she always thought when she looked at him in that kind of down state. “That’s just him being down again, he’ll get back up”, she thought to herself.

“I hope she understands, there’s something I must let her know before I leave”, he thought. Tonight was his last chance.

They met up. He couldn’t help but noticed the strong smell of cigar and alcohol on her as they gave each other a hug. “Well, at least she’s enjoying herself.”, he thought to himself. She’s tipsy now, he wasn’t even sure whether she would remember everything he’s going to say tonight.

“What is it? What’s so important that you just have to interrupt me halfway?”, she’s furious.

“I’m leaving. For good. Just wanna see you for the last time,” he explained.

“Where the hell you’re going? That far meh? Isn’t there a thing called webcam?” she’s annoyed

She went on and on scolding him as he sat there. and as usual, he kept quiet. Enjoying the sight of her face and the sound of her voice. He didn’t mind that she cussed at him. He didn’t mind that she was throwing a temper and throwing insults at him. It didn’t bother him much. What matters is the time being with her. That’s what matters.

They were supposed to meet the other day. And as usual, she forgot. Till now as she went on ranting, she still haven’t remember about their appointment. He didn’t mind, as usual. All he need at that moment was her company. That was all.

“OKOK! Haha, look, I’m sorry ok? Sorry for interrupting you from your outing just now. Just wanted to hand you some stuffs before I go.” He handed her a key.

“What’s this for? Don’t freakin’ waste my time la”, she really felt annoyed.

“Haha, chill ok? Just hold on to this key. DON’T throw it away, I know you will. Just KEEP it. 2 months later you’ll understand ok?”, he explained, calmly.

They parted. This was the last time they saw each other. This was the last time they would ever lay eyes on each other again. She left the table as soon as he handed her the key. She left as fast as she came. He sat there a little while longer. Trying to make the moment last longer. Recalling every bit of time he once spent with her. Making the memories, last longer.

A week later, Michael died after 3 months battle with cancer. He left.

His family and friends were by his side as he breath his last. All were there except for her. He didn’t want her to know. He didn’t want to interrupt her. She only knew a 5 days later when she woke up in the afternoon after a long night partying.

She flipped through the newspaper, still a little hung over from the booze. She liked reading obituaries for the fun of it. And then, there he was, the smile so familiar over the years. He’s gone. The guy who knew her most, gone.

He’s gone.

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Stay tuned for the continuation of this story!

PS: THIS STORY IS STRICTLY FICTIONAL.

What’s At Home

2009-11-26T01:09:00.001+08:00

WOOHOO! Courtesy of Sony Malaysia

BoohoooO!

Meanwhile….

Conflict occurs in my house. Why? Cat+Dog=Not so friendly.
And both of them are competing for attention. Especially the cat. LOL

World,
Not peaceful.
At all.

Personality

2009-11-22T01:30:00.001+08:00

That’s what define each and every single one of us.

I am advocating builder according to PersonalDNA which I got from AngelKein’s blog

I am a Builder

You are detail-oriented, cautious, and practical, making you a BUILDER.
You are excellent at focusing on the concrete, functional elements of things, so you're good at making things happen.
Pursuing novel ways of doing things helps you to be efficient.
You're great to have on a team, as you understand how things work and don't let your ego get in the way.
You're perceptive, down-to-earth, and realistic.
You don't see a need to commit to a set routine or schedule—you'd rather improvise a little.
Although you may doubt yourself sometimes, you have the skills and the curiosity to pursue broader adventures.
You like to consider a lot of information before making big decisions, and you think about that information in realistic, thorough ways.
You don't concern yourself with flashy styles or surface appearances—you're far too sensible for that.
You prefer to have time to plan for things, feeling better with a schedule than with keeping plans up in the air until the last minute.
You tend to believe that things happen for a reason, and that not everything is under our control.

if I wanna be different, I gotta think more abstractly about things without abandoning my valuable sensibility.

I am advocating

Being social, empathic, and understanding makes you ADVOCATING.
Some people find being around others exhausting—but not you! You are energized by spending time with friends, and you are good at meeting new people.
One of the reasons you enjoy conversation as much as you do is that you often learn about yourself while talking things out with a friend; you realize things about your own beliefs while discussing them with others.
You have insight into what others are thinking and feeling. This ability allows you to be happy for others, and to commiserate when something has gone wrong for them.
You are highly compassionate, and being conscious of how things affect those close to you leaves you cautious about trusting others too hastily.
Despite these reservations, you are open-minded when it comes to your worldview; you don't look to impose your ways on others.
Your sensitivity towards others' plights contributes to an understanding—both intellectual and emotional—of many different perspectives.
As someone who understands the complexities of the world around you, you are reluctant to pass judgments.

If I wanna be different, I gotta do these:

While it's important to think about others, don't forget to take some time for yourself, and occassionally to put yourself first.

Take some time to spend with a few close friends; although it's difficult to find people to trust, it's worth the effort.

When you have great ideas, it can be hard to relinquish control, but it can also feel good to take the pressure off and enjoy someone else leading the way.

well, true or not. I guess it’s up to ya’ll to decide.

HGC Youth Christmas 2009!

2009-11-17T10:21:00.001+08:00

This year is gonna be AWESOME! Come come everyone!

oh yea….haha

And this year, Joann and I are the emcees! woohoo!

So anyone interested!? Contact me @ 0163860436 or kchi_92@yahoo.com!

2 Years Ago.

2009-11-16T15:33:00.001+08:00

I was 15. Yea. “So what?”, you asked. Well, when somebody told you she loves you, you gotta believe her.

and guess what? I freakin’ play this song so well on my guitar, that I scare myself. LOL!

Here’s the chords.

Tuning: Standard

   G Cadd9 Em7 D  D/F#
e|-3---3---3---2---3-|
B|-3---3---3---3---3-|
G|-0---0---0---2---2-|
D|-0---2---2---0---0-|
A|-2---3---2---x---0-|
E|-3---x---0---x---2-|

Intro:G Cadd9 Em7 Cadd9

G                                Cadd9
 You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors
            Em7                       Cadd9
 Its the morning of your very first day
         G                            Cadd9
 You say hi to your friends you aint seen in a while
              Em7                  Cadd9
 Try and stay out of everybodys way
G                                   Cadd9
 It's your freshman year and you're gonna be here
             Em7                Cadd9
 For the next four years in this town
                    G                 Cadd9
 Hoping one of those senior boys will wink at you and say
            Em7                    Cadd9   Cadd9
 You know I haven't seen you around, before


                   G
 'Cause when you're fifteen and 
Em7                       D
 Somebody tells you they love you
                 Cadd9
 You're gonna believe them
                G
 And when you're fifteen
   D/F#                Em7               Cadd9
 Feeling like there's nothing to figure out
     Em7                    D
 Well count to ten, take it in
                         G                D/F# Cadd9
 This is life before you know who you're gonna be
D
 At fifteen

G Cadd9 Em7 Cadd9

G                            Cadd9
 You sit in class next to a redhead named Abigail
         Em7                        Cadd9
 And soon enough you're best friends
G                                Cadd9
 Laughing at the other girls who think they're so cool
          Em7                          Cadd9
 We'll be out of here as soon as we can
     G                               Cadd9             
 And then you're on your very first date
                Em7                           Cadd9
 And he's got a car and you're feeling like flying
            G                             Cadd9 
 And you're momma's waiting up and you're thinking he's the one
              Em7                            Cadd9
 And you're dancing round your room when the night ends
          Cadd9
 When the night ends


                   G
 'Cause when you're fifteen and 
Em7                       D
 Somebody tells you they love you
                 Cadd9
 You're gonna believe them
                G
 And when you're fifteen
  D/F#                Em7                   Cadd9
 And your first kiss makes your head spin 'round
    Em7                           D
 But in your life you'll do things greater than
            G           D/F#     Cadd9
 Dating the boy on the football team
             D
 But I didnt know it at fifteen

G Cadd9 Em7 Cadd9 D

Cadd9          Em7              D
 When all you wanted was to be wanted
                            G                  D/F#      Cadd9 D
 Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now


G                              Cadd9
 Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday
       Em7                            Cadd9
 But I realized some bigger dreams of mine
     G                 Cadd9              Em7
 And Abigail gave everything she had to a boy 
                 Cadd9            Cadd9
 Who changed his mind and we both cried


                   G
 'Cause when you're fifteen and 
Em7                       D
 Somebody tells you they love you
                 Cadd9
 You're gonna believe them
                G
 And when you're fifteen
  D/F#            Em7             Cadd9
 Don't forget to look before you fall
Em7                           D
 I've found time can heal most anything
                    G                  D/F#     Cadd9
 And you just might find who you're supposed to be
          Em7            D/F#        Cadd9
 I didn't know who I was supposed to be
D
 At fifteen


G Cadd9 Em7 Cadd9
         La la la la la 
G Cadd9 Em7
 La la la la la
Cadd9       G       Cadd8
 Your very first day, take a deep breath girl
Em7                         Cadd9
 Take a deep breath as you walk through the doors

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As I said,

I scare myself sometimes. No one can comprehend the emo-ness level that I have. LOL

wait,

SPM is here. Oh wells

Look What I’ve Found

2009-11-15T03:00:00.001+08:00

Never thought twitter can be so

Poetic

lol, check out this haiku I found on Twitter

The Night Ends

Love is no longer a part of this place.
Hate diffuses, courage is gone.
Ever so gently,
the blithe spirit is diminishing.

Day By Day,
the world gets darker,
no longer an oasis, A sadistic place.
Society, its helper.

Eminent death approaching.
As we search for ominous ways,
to kill humanity.
As the night ends, We cease to exist.

So that’s pretty much the way I see the world these days. Especially after I’ve watched the movie 2012. Really puts the question on humanity,family,love,life into perspective.

Cause from where I see, I actually know someone who’d rather go clubbing before he/she dies. Rather than seeing family and friends for the last time. Well, all I can say is “you like la”, that’s all.

Which constantly reminds me to stop and look around at the people I know. Would they be there? Or they’re just passing by? Would they gladly lift me up in trouble? Or turn a blind eye, leave me be in my own mess?

It’s every person on their own, is it? I beg to differ.
There’s hope in humanity. That’s what I see.

The moment we stop fighting for each other, that’s the moment when we lost out humanity.

Inefficiency

2009-11-10T21:18:00.001+08:00

The title says it all!

I am inefficient, I agree to that. BUT! There are others as well ok? Check these videos out!

LOL

Way to commemorate the fact that there’s only 8 days left to SPM. Oh wow.

11 Years Ago

2009-11-08T00:47:00.001+08:00

I bet ya know don’t know which one is me xD

Lol, can guess? The answer is: Top row, third from the left. HAHA

Gosh, my head looked so round! It’s like shining ya know? I certainly didn’t remember being that BALD. lol

11 years. That’s how long. Memories are still so fresh in my mind.

I could still remember my struggles as I cope with the new Mandarin language as a medium of communication.
I remembered (and still keep contact) with the girl who sat beside me then (who coincidently was in the same kindergarden as I am! lol).
I still can’t forget the first time ever I was called ugly.( i still remember who you are xD)

The 6 years after 11 years ago (1999-2004 la), during that time, I used to think Primary School life sucks. (Yes, I started emo-ing at a young age.) But now, I wanna relive those times again and again. I don’t ever wanna be a teenager.

I’ve grown up la. I face grown up problems. I face the world now. My eyes are wide open now. I wished they were shut, but too bad, they’re opened now. To the ugliness that awaits me out there.

Kinda think of it, there’s people who has stuck with me since primary school.

Benny Tham Chew Hol
Ho Seck Wei
Jeremy Chin Kok Siong
Ku Wei Xiong
Phua Cardin
Louis Tey
Fam Wai Kit

And Fam Wai Kit, you’ve stuck with me since we were 4 years old man, I appreciate you man. For going through life with me, comrades till the end.

I never forget easily. I may lose those memories, but heck, I still have them somewhere.

Life, I’m gonna make memories out of you.

Post-SPM plans.

2009-11-05T16:09:00.001+08:00

I gotta start the planning now, or else I’ll be running out of time.

1. On the day my SPM ends- 8th of December, I’ve informed mummy that I AM NOT GOING HOME that day. Yeap, you heard me. I AM NOT. Where would I go, do, with whom? I do not know, bottom line is I won’t be home that day. Where would I go? Most probably around KL, with whom? So far I think alone. lol. UNLESS anyone of you all wanna accompany me la!

2. On the day SPM Chinese Paper ends- The same thing, I’m not going home that day. Go where, do what all those I don’t know.

3. Youth Christmas!- On the 18th of December, there’ll be a MASSIVE Youth Christmas Celebration at my church, The Hope of Glory Centre. If you consider yourself a youth, COME! Contact me @ kchi_92@yahoo.com or call/text me at 0163860436 for more info. I’m the EMCEE for the night yo!

4. Christmas Eve- I wanna go out. Anyone interested to spend it with me? Preferably non-family members la, since I spend EVERY Christmas Eve with them.

5. Christmas- Church in the morning, maybe Christmas Lunch at Joann’s place? xD

6. New Year’s Eve- Same thing, I won’t go home that night. Who wanna join me? OR rather, can I join anyone?

7. January- Will be working at my mum’s kindergarden for some time, RM20 for half a day yo! RM 40 per day for full day! I am so gonna work there! Weekends will be free~

8. February- CNY, as usual I will be away, this time Bangkok! Woohooo!! Shopping expenses all on my parents =)

9. Backpacking Trip- OKay la! I’m asking you all like banyak kali ad ah! WHO WANNA COME WITH ME ON A BACKPACKING TRIP TO TAIPING-PENANG-IPOH!? If no one wants then I’m freaking going ALONE! Really! No shit, I’m gonna go there ALONE if none of you all are serious in joining in. I asked like million of people ad, all say can’t. So if you want, contact me. It’ll be the 3 weeks (more or less) AFTER CNY.
**Ps: If I’m going alone, no one is able to contact me for 3 weeks =)

10. Driving- This shall be a ticket to total freedom (minus traffic jams). Gonna say hello to LOADS of Mamak-ing with Mamak Gang and more Nuffnang Movie Screenings.

11. Starbucks- Yes, people, I’ve NEVER BOUGHT ANY STARBUCKS BEFORE IN MY LIFE. Big deal, yea right. Lol. Well, screw me for not buying one till now la! Its like sex, everyone is doing it, then when you’re not, people like WAAAAA. So screw it, I’m gonna buy one. Sex part, I’m gonna stay a virgin.

12. Virginity- Hell no. I’m keeping it. It’s a big deal for me ya know? I’m not gonna waste it. AND I WILL NEVER DO IT WITH ANYONE WHO HAS DONE IT BEFORE. NEVER. Come on la, it’s supposed to be something special la, besides, if you’re no longer a virgin, how do I know how many you’ve done before me? It’s a special thing, call me old-fashioned, but hell no.

13. Scholarship Hunting- Need not elaborate much on this.

14. Travelling- Gonna do lots of it, I plan to cover Sabah and Sarawak, (yes Eunice, I’m coming over) lol

15. Parkour- Gonna have fun hurting myself ^^

SPM, faster come, faster go k?

Rantings. Ramblings. Life.

2009-11-05T15:23:00.001+08:00

SPM. It is near. What the FUnkymusic am I doing?

I hate it when bad things happen to me, its worse if so many bad things happen to me in a instant. God purposely wanna screw me lo. Can I say lol?

Which reminds me, if I say “fuck” people say, “dont so rude can onot?”. When I don’t say and be good, people say I “holy moly”. Hey, I live to please you all is it?

Yea, I live to please. ~~FML~~ Screw me.

God, if I knew life is gonna be like this, why la? I mean, if there’s a button to erase my existence, I’d do it. Then, I won’t make people upset, I won’t be going through all these things. Damn la, I dulan you know? It is as if You purposely screw me upside down. TO MOLD me, I know, but I THINK You’re overdoing it God. BUT, its according to Your Divine Plan, what in the world can I do? Nothing, but to press on? Cover myself with bruises and scars, WHICH would be painful reminders in the future.

Pain, everyone has to go through it somehow, but why does mine seem so, everlasting?

Romantic people are emo. That’s the reality of it.

I gonna think romance doesn’t exist, somehow. It’s more like, Nature’s Selection. You’re good enough? Then you can give me better-looking and more attractive face to wake up to every morning, and maybe you’d give me better-lookin babies too!

Is that it God? Natural Selection, the continuation of better genes.

All those who still believe in love, raise your hand! *looks around, raise hand a little*

Stupid emo John Mayer songs. “Keep me where the light is~” and all the Gravity-ness

Twitter, you never cared, do ya?
Blog, you listened, you couldn’t lift a finger.
Msn, you never freaking say hi.
Handphone, you’ve been awfully quiet for 2 months now.
Facebook, its not my face you see.
Family, you all can never know, or else you all gonna overreact
Friends, you know everything, you tried to help. Kinda failed, but thanks anyway.
Me, screwed till the max already.
Life, no comments for you la.
God, should I say thank You or what?

Just keep me where the light is….

Loads of plans coming up after SPM. I need them.

All American Rejects!!

2009-11-03T16:30:00.001+08:00

It is safe to conclude that my Halloween Day has been a blast for 2 years in a row!!

Last year I had my first clubbing experience at a Nuffnang event,

This year, I have All American Rejects concert! Thanks to Digi and of course Elaine Chooi and Steven Boo for the tickets so that my siblings could come along!

One for me, one for brother, one for sister.

Yes, I’m a great brother xD.

Well I had to rush home from class party and I reached Bukit Jalil at 3.50pm.

Line in front of me at 3.50pm.

The line behind me at 4.00p.m.

The siblings and I. Yes Victoria, the ‘gam mou’ is my brother. LOL

Yes, the line, it didn’t matter in the end, we just cut straight through xD.

Met bloggers there,

From left, Jeffrey, Siew Mei, Victoria Poh, Joseph Lee and I

And like I said, the line didn’t matter in the end

Try spotting me! ( and my brother’s “gam mou” golden hair)

First up were to local acts. Frankly we didn’t care about them, sadly they know it too. BUT, they did put up a good show la.

and lain-lain xD. And then it rained! It’s so COOL!! Then AAR came up, and gosh they took like 20 minutes to prepare!! Well, the wait was worth it though.

Eerie shot of Tyson Ritter. He looked high on drugs? lol

see what I mean? Lol

Sister @ Headbanging Partner of the Night

Anyways, if pictures paint a thousand words, video tells everything. Lol, enjoy. Sorry for the frequent earthquake simulations, its AAR! How not to rock!? lol

Move Along

Falling Apart

Swing Swing

I Wanna

I Wanna part 2

Mona Lisa (ending)

Real World (sorta freaky)

It Ends Tonight

Give You Hell

Give You Hell (part 2)

Bottom line is

This concert rocked

Note to self:

late night Old Town White Coffee with siblings after a concert=crazy teenagers

and yes, I know. SPM is near. So what? SPM ‘big all’ ah?

Yes, SPM ‘big all’. I’m scared. lol

Angel

2009-10-30T21:06:00.001+08:00

Youtube, you never fail to show me songs/videos that might make me cry

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There’s always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don’t make no difference
Escaping one last time
It’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

kinda think of it, damn you emo songs

Solemn

2009-10-30T10:31:00.001+08:00

First and foremost, if u dulan me, behsong me, hate me, loathe me, dislike me or whatever.
The you should

TOTALLY IGNORE THIS POST

But then again, if u dulan me, behsong me, hate me, loathe me, dislike me or whatever, you won’t be in viewing this blog in the first place right?

So I shall embark on this.

A dark road. Yea, this is where I always picture myself standing. No lights, no street lamps. Just a road. No sun. No nothing. Just a road.

And I’m all alone. Sitting there.

Sure, there’ll occasionally be cars passing by but, none of them stop. None.

I’m a loner, emotionally I mean. I keep everything in me, or at least in this blog too. My mum doesn’t know a single thing, so does my siblings. My closest dudes know SOME, not all. It’s just how I grow up you see. I grow up keeping negative emotions in me, forcing a smile upon my face. Sometimes it’s hard. But I’ll somehow manage. But when I can’t take it, I’ll find a quiet spot, and cry alone. No shoulders, no ears. Just me.

Sometimes I just can’t take it ya know? God is there, but is He really there? I doubt sometimes. Sometimes I feel like disappearing, erasing every proof of my existence. I sometimes even imagine myself disintegrate, along with photos, my stuff, everything that has me in it. Even memories.

I can say I wished I wasn’t born.

I often tell this to my friends who are sad, “if you’re sad about this, try being me. You’ll commit suicide” , then I start sharing. I feel better this way, using myself as an example to lift people up. The drawback is, I don’t have anyone to lift me up. (well, except my emo buddy Eunice la) but even she doesn’t really know what’s going on with me.

Yea, you may say it is my problem, I should open myself up. Well yea, screw me, i don’t want to. The last time I opened myself up, i cut myself real deep. There’s a scar there as a reminder.

I try not to make myself too connected to anyone now. I isolate myself. I’m afraid of being more hurt la basically, the last time I get too emotionally attached to someone, and it didn’t work out, it feels like your own heart stop beating on purpose to kill you, know what I mean? Amputation, it feels like that too, its like being so used to have that something there, and when it’s gone, you still feel it, but its not there anymore. No more. Read more about phantom limb pains, you’ll get the idea.

What’s worse, SPM is coming.

Screwed myself to the max

What Happened to the 17A1 Girl

2009-10-30T09:20:00.001+08:00

I just love emails. So many nice, interesting stuff which no one really CONFIRMS whether it is true or not.

Take this email for instance, about Malaysia’s proud Nur Amalina Che Bakri.

This is what the email contained:

I was really shocked and speechless to be informed about Nur Amalina Che Bakri.
Nur Amalina had held briefly the record of the most A's scored in the Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia. Upon the announcement of results of SPM 2004 on 26 March 2005, she received 17 1As - a record for number of A's received by a student in the history of Malaysian education back then. She was sponsored by Bank Negara Malaysia to study medicine in the United Kingdom, and did her A-levels at the Cheltenham Ladies College in the UK.

Now I am informed that she had failed her second year medical study at the University of Edinburgh. What went wrong?
Could English language be the problem? We are going back to Malay medium again and that means trouble.

Another article by Dr. Hsu
I was told that one of the girls with the most number of A's, 17 A1's, in SPM and who is currently on a scholarship in UK to study medicine failed in her second year examination.

While passing and failing examination is part and parcel of a student’s life, this case is particularly alarming, as this is supposed to be our cream of the cream. There may be other reasons why she failed , but this case typifies the trend of many of our so-called ‘top scholars’ failing in overseas universities.
I have mentioned before that among my daughter ’s year doing medicine in University of Auckland, there were many JPA's scholars (more than 10). Only one graduated with the class. The rest have failed along the way and have to repeat the year which they have failed. Some have failed one year, passed on second attempt and then failed again in another year. It is not uncommon to have someone who failed a few times along the way.

These scholars are supposed to represent the cream of our students, and yet they struggled to get through the course.
We must find out the reasons why so many of these scholars fail when they are supposed to be the our top students.
Granted that in an examination, even a good student can do badly sometimes, but to have a disproportional high failure rate among the so called top students is alarming and cannot be attributed to ‘luck’ or the lack of it. Compare this with those on their fathers’ scholarship, very few of the latter group failed.
Is it because our marking system is at fault? Is there any differential markings of papers? Is our education system at fault?

I think the time has come to have a thorough re-examination of the whole education as well as the examination system.
It really reflects badly on our country when scholarship holders fail in their examinations at an alarming rate.

P.S. When a scholarship holder fails and has to repeat a year, it would cost the Country a lot of money which can actually be used to finance more students for study. Scholarship holders also live a life of relative luxury, compared to self-financed students, and they normally stay in the best hostels and many of them have cars and so on… SO the whole system of awarding scholarship should be reviewed too…

If the students scores an exemplary number of distinctions (A's in Malaysia) in a public exam, they are considered the pinnacle of what the Country's education system is capable of producing. They are expected to go through tertiary education anywhere in the world with flushing success. So what could possibly have happened if they fail abroad?

Malaysia's education system has always been a laughing stock. Based purely on numeric superiority and mindless rote learning methods that even the British has long abandoned decades earlier, Malaysia continues to believe that the more A's the students attain, the better equipped they are. It doesn't matter how they get the A's so long as the aim is to get them and get as many in the process. So if the students were to labour over numerous past year exam papers in the library, memorise the answers and focus only on what the teacher 'suggests' are likely to come out for the exam, that's all right by everyone. The education system doesn't teach the students to UNDERSTAND the material. It doesn't encourage proactive teaching methods that encourage students to discover knowledge but to merely be taught.

When a student with 17 Distinctions fail in the real world, it is not a surprise. Perhaps it is to many Malaysians, but it's a system that is waiting to reward its students with spectacular failure when they leave the shores and compete overseas or when they enter the workforce. Many organisations in the private sector have continued to be horrified at the performance of such students during interviews. Communication skills are absent. Standard ethics are absent. Common courtesy codes are absent. Presentation skills as well as personal grooming are absent. What has the education system taught them?

If Malaysia continue to embark on the road of plain numeric superiority instead of to challenge the students to think, provoke them to create their own opinions and to communicate expressively, to eloquently define their standing in the world, there can never be an international leader in any field or industry emanating from Malaysia. It never produced one in the last 20 years. It never will for the next 100 years.

Well. I think it is best concluded this way.

STRAIGHT A’s CAN NEVER DETERMINE THE FUTURE
but it helps xD

HE TASERED HIMSELF!

2009-10-29T22:41:00.001+08:00

If you don’t know what’s a taser. Google it. It’s a small thing where you can electrocute someone, stun the person entirely. it’s for SELF-DEFENCE! Not SELF-EXPERIMENTING!

Watch

I only have one word.

OWNAGE

My Graduation Day

2009-10-28T12:02:00.001+08:00

I’ve graduated, , and to be honest, I’m kinda lazy to update about it. BUT, a graduation not blogged about is a graduation not worth having in the first place.

What’s special about my graduation.

No graduation robes.
No graduation certificate.
Held in school, not fancy hotel.
Uber long VIP speeches.
I sang Auld Lang Syne on stage at the end. =)

So let’s commence shall we?
Warning: super-siao-lang long post.

Date: 23rd of October 2009. (Friday)
Venue: Methodist Boys’ School Kuala Lumpur.

On this very morning. I was late. Haha.Well, sorta came later to school than usual (was busy styling hair at home). So the first room which I ALWAYS enter FIRST since I was in Form 4 is the Prefects’ Room.

The Dirty Mirror in the Prefects’ Room and I

As you may have noticed, I have my aunt’s Canon G10 with me. it is my aunt’s because I couldn’t afford one xD.

So anyways, these are what I always see in the morning in the Room.

Allan Lee- The Vice-Captain

My Wing-Men in the Prefectorial Board, Chee Hui (fair-lookin) and Tee Ken (manly-lookin)

People rushing in for being a little late xD

and the usual Form 4 monkeys whom I’ll sorely miss.

Frankly saying, being in an all-boys’ school, especially Methodist Boys’ School, has ~~not altered my sexuality and turn me gay~~ been quite an experience. It has been a great journey.

The school field, many PJ class went by over the years.

On that morning, everyone is expected to dress formally.

That means tie and coat for those in a Board in the school.

Or just a tie la.
These are my classroom-karaoke partners by the way =)

So it’s on with the show!

School Hall PACKED as usual

Everyone has one

Uber PLAIN Backdrop. I mean, c’mon la, our graduation, put effort can or not?

Speeches by representatives.

and people get bored.

And at last it ends.

Me, singing Auld Lang Syne

While others

Get to shake hands with the teachers and VIPs

And the mass photo-taking session commence!

Graduates (why la the camera fella stand so far?!)

These are the closest dudes I have in school. The Mamak Gang.

“You want to eat?” *indian accent*

Mamak Gang v.2.0. Lala-pose FAILED

This shall be my phone’s wallpaper. Haha

My class, 5K. K=Klever right guys?

My class monitor Jun Yi =)

Wai Kit and I, best friends since 4 years old!

Awwww

My school has girls too okay? Adeline and I

My partner-in-crime, Vin Tsen

The irony is, although it is the day we graduate, we still have to go back school! LOL

So what if my graduation isn’t grand? So what if I don’t get to wear graduation robes? So what if it is not held in a hotel? So what if it looked like it was planned last minute?

5 years of memories, don’t just come down to one day.

It’ll go a long long way.

Side note: Graduation outing post coming soon!

What I Can Do with Canon G10.

2009-10-24T23:06:00.001+08:00

Note, I’m a noob when it comes to photography.

And my aunt got this Canon G10.

So I decided to take it home and play with it a little and use it for my Graduation Day!

This are some that I took with the Manual Settings.

I find this camera easier to use than a DSLR la. Cause basically I don’t need to take a photo and then only slowly adjust the aperture all those. With this camera I can view the screen and like slowly adjust it without taking a single shot, when I reached a comfortable setting only I snap that picture. Easy.

So how’s the pictures? Any comments?

When Football Meets Parkour

2009-10-24T00:04:00.001+08:00

This is what happens when two of my favourite things combine!

WHOOOHOOO!!

SPM better end quick, I got loads of plans waiting to be commenced. xD

Not Fake!

2009-10-22T22:14:00.001+08:00

These guys are cool!

Look at the skills!!

I seriously wanna try those.

Side Note: I know how to scale walls and I jumped a one-storey height recently xD

Dangerous Spots in KL

2009-10-22T20:52:00.001+08:00

I got these info from an email, hope you guys will take note.

1.Lebuh Ampang Bus Stop Near The Indian Restaurants - Snatch Thief Area, victims are normally Malay and Indian girls who are alone and not aware.Sexy Indian Girls, please be extra careful if you are to say a word, they will insult you with vulgar words or even slap your face if you put up a fight.

2 Jalan Ampang - Menara Great Eastern / Great Eastern Mall - If you are approached by anyone - men or women asking for directions or the time, please be ALERT of any car or motobike that comes near you. Stop your conversation and run for your life, if not, be ready to scream or if you have a spray, get it ready. Tag TeamAhli Gusti Jahat Gang will either snatch your handbag / handphone or sepak you if they can't get anything from you. If you are too sexy - they will bundle you into their car or molest you on the spot.

3 Changkat Thambi Dollah Off Jalan Pudu - Bus Stop and Wisma Shaw Areas. Lots of Mat Rempits who hang around the bus stop area to snatch your handbag. Those who drive to this area and to Wisma Shaw for shopping or Cari Makan, Please park your car at a safe parking area. Roadside parking areas can be unsafe - Taiko Tai might force you to remove your car or they will park to block your car. Any words you say to them might end-up by you getting a good bash -up. [They have areas whereby only gang leaders can park their cars]

4 Jalan Pudu From Swiss Garden Hotel to Hentian Pudu Raya and Menara Maybank
4.1: Ladies, please take care of your handbag and your handphone when you place it near your ears - Mat Rempit Gang will zoom near you and roughly snatch it from you. You might just fall down due to the impact of it and hurt your head by hitting the ground.
4.2: When withdrawing cash from the bank's ATM [Ambank or Maybank] Please look around first b4 you do your withdrawal, IF YOU NOTICE someone looking at you or suspicious to you, then you have to be extra careful!. There is this GERAK KILAT gang who in a split second would be near you and snatch or point a knife at you to handover the money, some even force their victims to withdraw from other ATM banks.[According to my not so reliable source - there were one or two female victims who were raped and dumped at Setapak and Kepong areas]
4.3: Boarding of Taxi or unknown Person's Car - Please take note of the route the driver is taking you; if you are taken to a wrong road, then you would end-up as a Rape victim or if you are a guy, hehehe... you would be cash stripped / burnt in a car.[My best friend lately was a victim, lost his Rolex Watch, Wedding ring and ATM Card ].
4.4: Ok, Ladies, if you think that it's safe to be on a motorbike with your Macho Guy that's fine, but be aware of motorbikes beside you, they might be snatchers who will snatch your bag and zoom away

5 Wangsa Maju Putra LRT and TAR College Area. A New Gangster Area--- this area has now become worse than Jinjang, Balakong or Puchong .Groups of youths will do anything to harm you for just a matter of cents or dislike your personality. Don't stare or look at them, all you will know is that they will just simply stab you with a penknife or a dagger.

6 Kepong, Selayang, Sentul Timur LRT and Wangsa Maju - Unknown Part Time Taxi Drivers or Stolen Taxi Waiting for You To Be Their Victims - Ladies if you are alone, please DO NOT board a taxi if you think the driver is not pleasant. If you have withdrawn money from the bank or that you are sexy please ENSURE that the driver doesn't use the central locking of his taxi and driving you to a right route.[You have the full right to ask the taxi driver not to use the central locking - Wind down the windows if he does not obey you].

NOTE: Technically everywhere is the same la. I mean, look at society these days la. It’s the same everywhere. Girls, best if you all just bring some weapon with you all la.

Side note: Pepper spray works very well, but not against those that wear helmets, best is a tazer or something….BEST is still get a BRAVE boyfriend that NEVER COWERS whom knows some martial arts la, like me xD

These Girls are Good!

2009-10-21T23:16:00.001+08:00

Thanks to Chee-V for recommending them xD

Damn they’re good!

Yea, I’m supposed to be studying right? But nooooo…..I’m here showing you people how great these two girls are….haha

cheers