Chip-WHUT?, or Shake It

Today I woke up with a sense of no-idea-ness.

But instead I went out with Nick they all go watch movie. The Chipmunk movie was just WHUT. I don't need to say anything, cos, well, it goes without saying, i.e. , "CHIPETTES CHIPETTES".

Then at night, went to church. Didn't really feel like going at first, but by helping out with ushering and cd sales I made myself busy, and I did enjoy it in the end.

Then the next day (which is in fact tomorrow's today) I woke up like a blur fag again, but this time I had the sense to go straight back to sleep, and I had a good two hour slumber.

After that I went out to play L4D2 for what might jolly well be the last time this year. Bren kept shooting us from behind.

Then had dinner at Joshua Ronald's. Ate too much, drank too much, fell asleep, and fell in love with Isabelle Fuhrman ❤

OH ❤

She's like 12 this year man. Wtf. Works for me, though. ❤

What are we doing, though? I'm a coward, like usual.

ARGH STGWRTGR, or Coming Down Is Calming Down

My mum is unreasonable. I hate it the most not because I'm angry at her, but because that's where I get all mine from.

Leftover Memories, or Three Cheers For Five Years

I wanted to blog about this yesterday, but I FELL ASLEEP. Like, wow, that has never happened to me for a LONG TIME, since I need to coax myself to sleep for the past few, I don't know, months.

I started my Awal Muharam by waking up *again* to the sound of people knocking on our walls and singing and painting and doing God knows what to my walls. Everyday I wake up at 8 when the people come to paint, but go back to sleep and wake back up at 10.

That's the temporary bed for the moment... Yes, and when I wake up the workers see me sleeping on that sofa.

That's Kim's room.... See where the cupboards used to be? They're not there anymore.

What used to be my dining room became something where we can't eat anymore. It's too damn messy.

One wall of my room has been painted. With some pattern thingy.

So I woke up and there were these half-naked and fully clothed men carrying buckets of paint around and painting our walls, and then I went up for breakfast (Foh Sang noodles, my favourite).

So far so good right? Then my dad called and told us he wanted to take us out for shopping at 1B. So me n Kim were like, "YEAH DUH" and so we went with ma daddy to his house to pick up my adorable brother and my stepmother (and Evan's maid) and we were off to 1B!

My brother loves the Camera, and the Camera loves him. I mean, he knows how and when to pose for a picture, but at the age of two-and-a-half, he still can't eat solid food.

When did you get ur first pair of good shades?

Mum:19

Me:15

Evan:2 (He didn't say it himself, of course)

Cutes~

Hehe.

Well anyway, walked around with dad, had to go look for a checkered kind of shirt for the Kidzone Christmas thing. Was superbly hard, and almost gave up, but finally found one in Padini at70% off! Woopee! Apart from that, bought another shirt (that actually looks kinda gay) and my very own shampoo and conditioner! More on that later.

Anyway, saw so many people at 1B, it wouldn't be worth mentioning also, but I saw the teddies that we did on sale. And, to none of my surprise, the white bears were all gone. *sigh.

After that, went to City Mall last minute to cyber awhile. Lost to Melvyn in Dota, so I'm not supposed to Dota for like 3 months. That's okay, cos I don't Dota unless it's with friends, cos it's superbly boring playing alone and with people you don't know anyway.

When I got home, I used shampoo AND conditioner properly for the first time. And I couldn't get over how smooth and fluffy my hair could be. I hated my hair for being so unruly and irritating. It actually goes "woosh" now! All mum said was "You discovered conditioner at 17." I could only retort "I'm 16!" I know. Pathetic.

After that, mum took me to a Thai massage. Erm, I can only say

OWWWWWWWW

But it was interesting lah XD my back went "KERRRRRRRACCKKKKK".

And after that, mum took me out for supper.

I slept at 1am. A record. I havn't slept that early in ages.

You were right, Crab.

Not Trying To Not Try Anymore, or I Hate Love

I think I know how you feel now, Wendy.

You may not know it, but I'm kind of a sensitive guy. I don't like big confrontations, and when they happens, I shrink back into a small shell which doesn't exist. I'm also stubborn, selfish, arrogant, I always want things done my way, I make people feel bad when I don't get it done my way, and I have the ability to make people feel guilty about what I did, which doesn't make sense, but yeah.

But I think the hardest and worse possible trait of mine is that I just can't say

SORRY

It's a pride thing for me, must be my upbringing. I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying. Honestly I am.

I can say I can get most of this from my mum. I don't think I've heard her say sorry to me for a while now.Sorry mum :P

And although life is of course, uncertain, and fraught with clouded things that we STILL don't know, I'm going out on a limb here and just following my heart this time. No more logical explanations. No more rationalised thoughts. Too much thinking burns the brain, and staying up till 4 in the morning (and the tears are pouring) is taking its toll on me. So I'm going to stick with what I said so very long ago, which I meant then and still do now, and

all I want for Christmas is to go back to the first day I met you. So I could watch you grow up and train myself to try and resist, but I think we both know that's impossible for me.

Love bites, don't it? Better to have love and lost then to have never have loved at all? God, it hurts, but yeah. I wouldn't give up what we had for anything but a time machine.

I wish the earth would make it's stupid rounds around the sun already. I can't stand keeping myself boxed up any longer.

Stop saying sorry. I've been hurt worse.

But can't you see how unhappy I am?

Whatever Floats Your Boat, or Through The Fire And The Flames

LA! Look at the sun! Outrageously hot! I'm gonna burn later!

What a beautiful looking day! My goodness. Nick slept over at my house, and we both slept in the living room because the airconditioning in my sad excuse for a room was coughing loudly, and because there's only one single bed in that room. He slept on the floor and I slept on the couch. And that was like, what, 5 hours ago? Haha.

Anyway, today's going to be a long day, but we'll see. Hee!

I was probably still awake

Closer And Closer To The Line, or Barrier Break

Bring yourself closer to the line has its pros and cons.

For one, it brings you closer to temptation, to breaking the rules, to putting your hand in the cookie jar. One might argue why bother resisting when you're just drawing yourself closer and closer to trouble?

I Keep Pushing Myself Even Though I Can't Take It At All

Because, well, maybe it'd be the best way to better themselves. Maybe that's the only way to learn self-restraint? Maybe discipline? To make things right, maybe by forcing yourself to the line, you're making things better. Hmm.

But what if you accidentally cross the line? Then you make the mistake you should have never had made; i.e. crossing the line.

Then you realise that you hate the line in the first place. Stupid line. Rub the line out of the ground. Avoid the line. Ignore it, if at all impossible.

But my line is too beautiful, too drawing, so to ignore it is no option. Stupid line. I wish the sands would shift and make it go away, but to a place that the line would be safe, but not gone.

Stupid line. I hate Christmas. I'm sorry if I don't get anyone presents this year.

Singing To The Playground In General, or Baby Please Come Home

When I took Bella out for a walk today (actually at night, mother demands that I take her out everynight before I sleep) (I'm awake now), I sat at on the swing set, and as I rocked to and fro, Bella's eyes followed me, up and down up and down up and down. And I plugged in my iPhone, and as I shuffled through my 1408 songs, I came through some songs that were urging me to sing them aloud to the whole world, while everyone was asleep. So I sang some of the most depressing songs to the swing set, the basketball court, the jungle gym, the slide, the trees, and to Bella (if any of you are wondering, Bella isn't the freak from twilight, it's my retarded Golden Retriever).

I sang:

A Day Late (acoustic)- Anberlin

Thunder-Boys Like Girls

Therapy- All Time Low

Come Back To Me- David Cook

Retrace-Anberlin

There might have been some dogs barking. But, you know, makes me think how much I hate love.

Today played with teddy bears in church! Soooooo much fun :D

BEARS!

The Secret Smiles We Used To Share, or Whoa Oh! (Me vs. Everyone)

"Why do I put myself in these situations? I keep pushing myself even though I can't take it at all."

Ask these questions much? Sometimes we do that, don't we? Even if you don't realise it, self consciously you might enjoy pushing yourself to your very limit, enjoy being busy, etc.

I did. At paintball yesterday!

Paintball was great, even though some people told me they could go and then at last minute claimed they had 'transport problems' because some of their friends couldn't go. Whatever. If they want to play games, let them do so. This is real war we're talking about. Ask Chong :D

So some pictures (which I didn't take, but might one day, I think I will skip a round of paintball just to take some shots)

The game in action.

I really don't know what Nick is doing to the cat.

The field. It was BIG.

Me in my Paintball regalia.

Uncle Jarrow Marcus, of the Marcus clan with their terrifying bloodlust. Seriously. Once they got the groove, they can't stop one.

After paintball, we went to eat @ Burger King Putatan, then went back home with Luiz n Chong. Once they went home, went to Shanna's house, then ran back home to go out with cell to play at Carcaseans, but it was closed, so we went to Cyber to play like for 3 hours, haha. Owned the Cell leaders first game of CS, then played L4D2, then played CS but got pounded after that.

Then went home to sleep. But sometimes it's just hard to sleep, right? You lie awake. Like I do every night.

When I woke up at 10 am this morning I thought, "It's time for church" and "Why didn't mother wake us up?" and "Stupid window with no shades".

The renovation has begun.

Only like HALF of the junk we cleared from the cupboards that we took away.

What used to be like this...

Is now just an empty space.

And what used to be THIS..

Has been stripped bare by these guys.

Helpful doods carrying my old cupboards out. What remains of the old cupboards. Dirt.

This is like 75% of belongings, the rest is in the room, and all my books are around the house. I have to find all my books and gather them.

Guess where they dumped the cupboards when they were done?
My front yard.

So there's like cupboards all around the garden, which might look a bit, if not a lot, odd.

Hopefully all this nonsense is done before Christmas, and the nice contractor man said he wanted to help us finish me and Kimbo's room before Christmas, and that's really nice. He's granting me my Christmas wish! Well, one of them lah. The other one probably is a lost cause.

I need people to help paint my room! Adakah sukarelawan yang rela di sini? Ada? Ada?

Presumably, Arguably, Maybe, or The Greatest View

Remember my previous post on my house changing?

Well I finally got the plans for my room.

They said it'll be done before the end of the year.

Thanks for getting my hopes up, haha.

Here it is.

You can click on the picture to view a larger image.

Yep. I know it's not that clear and all, but hey, at least there's a plan.

What's going to happen is the whole Computer/Ironing Room is going to be destroyed. Even the cupboards. The ones that were built into the house. Like destroyed.

With a chainsaw.

And an axe.

And a rabbit.

Then it's going to be converted into MY room. Like, I like, get my own like room! Like, Ohmagawd! Like, totally like awesome!

I finally get my own room. With proper cupboards to put my own clothes which I don't have to share with someone else. And I get my own study table! Wee!

Paintball this Saturday. Who's in (to get shot)?

OMGWTF, or The Take Over, The Break's Over

SOMEONE STOLE MY TABLE!!! BUT LEFT THE CHAIRS!!!

You'll probably not realise this, but if you have been to my house, you'll know that in that empty space in the picture, is a wooden table. AND SOMEBODY FREAKING STOLE IT! When I got home I was like, "Ho hum, woopee doo, lala.... WTF?!"

Haha, well okay, so the table really is gone, but no, it wasn't stolen. Haha.

What's really going on is that my mum is redoing the whole house and giving away stuff to the people in Kibabaig. She gave away the table in Kim's room, she gave away the table that was 'supposed' to be in the above picture, and she intends to give away a bunch of clothes (which she promised to do like a month ago, and I bet she never will) to them too.

Now wait. Didn't you say Kim's room? So where's YOUR room?

Haha. What a depressing story THAT is.

I used to sleep on a mattress in my living room. Which was sad. Until I finally moved into my Computer Room, where the ironing of clothes is done, and the desktop is, and a lot of junk is placed. And now it's my new room.

That's my 'desk'. With my bebehs (Speakers) and shit, and next to it is the cupboard which has half my clothes, and the rest of the stuff inside is my mother's crap.

The mattress I sleep on. No, it's not long enough for me.

Close up of my desk.

My computer 'table' for my laptop. On the left is my adorable Kuma Kuma collection (sans one) and on the right are dolls and toys that people have given me.

My OTHER desk, at the other end of my mattress. There's basically nothing important there.

So yeah, it's super messy. But my mum is going to like redo the whole room, as well as my sister's, so the whole house is a mess now. A lot of things are going to be wrecked, and things destroyed, and while all that is going on, I suppose that I have to sleep in the living room again. Whoopee!

Coup De Grâce, or The Kill

Love is any of a number of emotions related to a sense of strong affection^[1] and attachment. The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic pleasure ("I loved that meal") to intense interpersonal attraction ("I love my husband"). This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states.

As an abstract concept, love usually refers to a deep, ineffable feeling of tenderly caring for another person. Even this limited conception of love, however, encompasses a wealth of different feelings, from the passionate desire and intimacy of romantic love to the nonsexual emotional closeness offamilial and platonic love^[2] to the profound oneness or devotion of religious love.^[3] Love in its various forms acts as a major facilitator of interpersonal relationships and, owing to its central psychological importance, is one of the most common themes in the creative arts.

Without trust, there is no love. Love makes us mad, makes us jealous.

How very coincidental that Moulin Rouge played on the telly today. Truly, though, there is no appropriate or correct or even an accurate description of love. It's whatever you want it to be. It can't be held, it comes and goes as it pleases, and the worse part is that you have no hold over it whatsoever, unless you are a robot, or a very disciplined person. It drives you to do things that on paper and through logic, makes no sense whatsoever, right?

I mean really, when does love ever make sense? It doesn't! Not at all! You don't love with your mind; it's a heart thing, if you understand. Although some may have tried, there is no "formula" for love. You can't look at someone (at this is actually what a lot of people do) and say,"Hmm, nice face, good body, he likes things I like, so I love him." Well, you CAN, and that may be YOUR definition, but then I must say what a shallow, shallow person you really are. You just love someone. You just do.

Someone who I found that I DO love (not in the romantic way, just in the admiring way) is BETH RIESGRAF.

Beth Riesgraf plays Parker on the series "Leverage" of which I have finished watching season 1. Although not seen in this picture here, Riesgraf has this impish and cunning smile, and she is adorably cute whenever she does anything criminal. She's so cute! And this coming from me never having a celebrity crush. I'm not crushing on her, but I mean, I LOVE HER!

Do you understand? :)

I Saw It Again!, or There And Back Again

I found my diaries.

My first one was this cute little diary with a bunch of animals on the front. The diary followed my exploits through our win in Primary Choral Speaking all the way to Penang, through the 2004 Tsunami, to Singapore, Perlis, I went there. Seeing my writing as a child, seeing a honest view through the eyes of my younger self, made me realise how simple and less tragic my life was last time.

My second diary is a blue, Camel notebook, thick, and with page numbers, which I loved. I stapled so many things in my diaries, but this diary really took the cake. It followed me all the way to Sarang, through my first relationship, through my second, and my third. It's full of memories, from the eyes of someone growing up, struggling to find his self- identity, flying all the way to Vietnam, Bali, Australia, up to camps, in to school, full of written memories that make me laugh aloud or stretches a sad, sad smile on my face.

The third diary was one of the best. I received it for Christmas, a moleskin diary for 2007. It was nice, small, good enough for me to fit in my SMALL SAINTS blazer back when I served as a prefect, keeping my company during my duties, and it's filled with quotes from that year, which have been rewritten in my quote book.

My fourth diary is incomplete. I found it and started to pour over the pages, later writing about my miserable life, the troubles I've been going through. I'm going to keep writing, because they're more heartfelt and more honest, and I don't have to pretend, because no one's going to see it. A blog is more of a statement to the world. A diary? A journal? That's for you to know, but for no one to find out.

You know what I saw there, Ri? I was foolish too.

Learning To Write, or Lonely Day

Nigel writes Chinese characters now!

Yes, I am attending Chinese Classes now for want of something better to do during these sad days. So every Tues, Wed and Thurs I'm going to walk over to Joerel's house and sit from 10-12 to learn chinese, then I probably just talk crap with Joerel and bully all his younger siblings.

Nigel (Me)'s first essay.

Loose Translation:

My friend's name is Jordan (Jozel gave me the name).

He likes to eat rabbits and carrots.

Everyday he toy (I forgot to put 'play').

His house is big and pretty.

He likes to water plants and plant plants.

He is very naughty and doesn't like to write and sweep the floor.

My mother doesn't like my friend.

THE END.

I know, awesome right? How did he do it in one day?

Cos I have nothing better to do. My life feels really kind of meaningless now.I just wish I could fast forward my life to like a few years ahead, then I wouldn't have to deal with the stress of a teenager's life. Oh sure, adults have to work and shit, but it's not fair when they say that we have no stress. Cos we do, just not in the same way.

So hmm. Being me really really sucks. I wish I could go become a hermit or something. But then I would need to charge my NDS. Hmm...

Who Wants Martel, or We're In Heaven

Kim and Mum went to Manila last night. So guess who's home alone?

Not me, lol. Last night after dropping mum off, me and Uncle Geoff (pronounced "Jeff), our Ang Moh family friend went for dinner at Archie's D Corner (or something around those lines) at the back of the house (near that awesome Penang Char Kweh Teow place). While having dinner, he told me about his life here, and that he went to Starbucks EVERYDAY (OMGWTF). Yep, he's the real coffee connoisseur. He even has his own coffee mugs in Starbucks City Mall, Centrepoint and 1 Borneo. THAT'S how much he goes. He has his own freaking mug. And a Starbucks PASSPORT TOO. WTF. Yeah.

Anyway. After dinner I went home, and Nick Lee came over, and we played Pokemon, Pokemon Cards, Warriors Orrochi, Persona 3, cooked Maggie, ate Maggie, went for a walk to 7-11, bought stuff at 7-11 (at 12 in the night), stayed up super late, ate chips, then fell asleep. The only thing missing was alcohol (COUGH COUGH COUGH).

Erm, so woke up this morning, played more Pokemon, more Persona, Chinese Chess (score was 2-1 to me), had lunch, more Pokemon, and now Nick's showering. I actually feel really pathetic, but I rejoice that someone still shares the love of Pokemon as me. I wanted to start a Pokemon league here in Sabah, but apparently it's not supported here. Meaning there aren't enough people interested. *Sigh.

So tonight, probably gonna stay up late summore, play more Pokemon, eat more junk, watch some movies, use the internet, and basically have less life than anyone else. Then we wake up.

Tuned It Down, Wound It Out, or The Day You Went Away

So I'm back.

Are you all happy to see me?

I know some people are.

I know some who aren't.

Am I glad to be back?

It's, hmm,

Bittersweet.

But yes I'm glad to be back.

UPS:

FOOD

DOWNS:

MUM NAGGING

I HAVE NO PLACE TO SLEEP (seriously, since my sister took over my room, I'm sleeping in my living room. How pathetic is that?)

LESS FREEDOM

The list doesn't look very fair, does it?

You ran away!

Away, Away, or This One's A Cheap Shot

First thing I do when I get home is eat Tuaran Mee. I'm not eating anything in Sabah until I get Tuaran Mee down ma throat.

When am I coming home, then? Date confirmed! See you there :)

Like Chocolates, or Bittersweet

It's over! A whole school year is gone.

Time has not flown, it glided by at this semi-lazy pace, speeding it up and slowing down at all the wrong moments just to piss me off. Looking back, I feel like shedding a tear, and involuntarily maybe I might have, if I could still feel properly. What change did ACS (I) leave on me? Have I left any significant mark? I got 3 cuts yesterday but I don't think that kind of mark counts.

Right now, Kai Shin is about to leave, and Swapnil is clearing out his stuff. I've lived with them for nearly (well ok, maybe not nearly) a year now, and it's hard to say a final goodbye. I know for sure I will see them again, but probably in a different context. To Ryan, I dedicate this post. Thanks for keeping my head sane by being another Malaysian to counter weigh ZeWei's retardedness.

My packing isn't done.

Yesterday was a fun day. Played a lot. Ate a lot. Had dinner with the roomates sans Leo but plus Jonta at Botak Jones, awesome place. I feel rather nostalgic now, but it's probably for the best.

Now the cupboard's almost cleared, and I await for my transport (Kim and Ling), I look back on ACS (I), and... It's like a box of bittersweet chocolates. You taste the bitterness, as well as the sweetness that you might hit you a bit later. I'll miss my friends at 3.1 and 3.17, as well as the Hall 4 'brothers'.

The Best Is Yet To Be.

3 Night Flight, or Guilty Pleasure

For the past THREE nights, I had buffets on ALL three nights. Haha, to view the pictures, click here.

Anyway, WED was Christmas Dinner @ Boarding school. We had christmas dinner a whole two months (and 4 days) before because everyone was going off after school term ends, right? So we celebrated Christmas in October. Was quite good, enjoyed the food, not too bad.

THURS was our Hall Outing, where Hall 4 went to Swissotel Merchant Court. Our hallmaster (who again, shall not be named) had some connections with someone there, so they were able to accomodate all 40+ students plus the hall tutors and their families PLUS our very own Dr. Ong, who came for dinner too. I ate too much to quick, that I was so tremendously full, that it was actually painful for me to walk. Had a wonderful sleep that night though.

There were actually a lot of people vomiting in the toilets, because they ate too much. Does that tell you something about how bad the boarding school food normally is? I hope so. Now you know what I went through.

So last night, FRI, ZeWei (the freak whom those of you reading my blog would know, lives in the same room as me for the past year or so)'s mum took me and Kai Shin out for dinner (Swapnil 'booked dinner already', Juno 'had some work to do', and Leo just doesn't like 'other people's parents). We had Jap buffet at Hoshi, at IMM. Hoshi is awesome in the way that you can eat as much Jap food as you want, you just have to wait a little while for the food. Me and Ryan (Kai Shin) ate ONCE AGAIN to our hearts content, all the while listening to ZeWei's mother bashing ZeWei:

"But ZeWei..."

"ZeWei AH...."

It was one of the most fun dinners I've ever had :D Honestly!

Thinking of going to Ikea later with Ryan to eat meatballs ^^

Tweeting at WIT, or I Gotta Feeling

So I was right, right?

What was I right about? That this weekend would be a busy, busy one. Sunday was fun, at night we went to The Fullerton hotel to celebrate my Godmother, Yeoh Siew Hoon's **th B'day (I won't put her age here, just in case she doesn't want to see it!). First we went to the rooftop for cocktails (I just had champagne), and the view from the rooftop was fabulous! You could see the old Singapore (The courthouse), the now Singapore (The Esplanade), and the future Singapore (The IRs, or Integrated Resorts). It was quite fun, and yeah, the company was fabulous, as usual. I hang out with the oddest but most fun people, and they're all more than half my age. But I really love their company, because once they get to know me and my sister, they don't look at us all reproachful, condescending, etc.

We had one of the most wonderful dinners I think I've ever had. Wow.

Anyway, some pics!

Amazing view.

All of us on the roof, before we went for dinner.

Me, (from left) Corrine, Meenah, Jenny

(From left) Lay Cheng, Don, Craig's Thai gf, Christine

(from left again) Jon, Yi Ling (Godma's niece) , and the B'day "Girl" herself

It was great fun.

Monday, me and Kim went to help out Mario and Morris, these two great guys at their Brand Karma talk. Although we felt really out of place, it was eye-opening. Think about it, when you pick your holiday destinations or hotels to stay at, would you rather believe the websites of the places themselves, or stories from people you know that have been there already?

"Our story beats their story" So true.

All these big shots in Suits.Me and Kim got plenty of stares, like "Wtf are these kids doing here?"

After that another cocktail party XD With AWESOME sushi!

And today, Tuesday, I'm now at the Web In Travel (or WIT for short) conference which my godma is organising, she's on the stage now with some more guys in Suits.

What is my role? I'm a Tweeter, Tweeting and the Twitters' Roost :D

The ballroom

The Twitter Roost

More later.

Deprivation / Obsession, or Empty

I want to go home!

During the exam week, I have played a lot of Pokemon cards (hey, don't blame me, this place is boring) (By the way, if any of you have non-fake unused Pokemon cards, let me know!), Chinese Chess, iPod, and Dsed like crazy, and now that it's over, I really don't know what to do anymore.

Kim's coming down to Singapore today. I miss Kim! I do, haha. Don't tell her.

So yes, I really don't know when I'm coming home, but when I do, I'll be sure to let everyone know, stay tuned, world!

And seriously, I want YOUR Pokemon cards :)

G and G, or Mr Brightside

So yesterday I went out with Tammi again, to 'celebrate' her birthday (I offered, because I have money again :D), so we went to Orchard, and after a very short time of walking around, we kinda figured that we walked around that wretched street way too many times, it was so boring, so we decided to go to Plaza Singapura, which was a good idea in the end, 'cos like I guess there are in some way more things to do, because we havn't been there before.

She wanted to catch some documentary on Vogue (if you're a guy or live under a rock go Google it), so we bought tickets for it, and then we went to the arcade, because she wanted to play Silent Hill. I know. Creepy. So we shot undead nurses and pyramid heads and other random grey-blooded things until we both died, so after that I tried my luck at this block game.

I don't really know how to explain it, but it's like... Hmm.. I'm just good at it. And guess what the grand prize was? A PS3. WOAH. AND I ALMOST WON A FEW TIMES. DANG. Always at the last moment, my heart races so fast and I make a mistake. Before the last three tries, I always get a perfect streak, but at the end my hands probably shiver too much and I lose. I WILL TRY AGAIN. I WILL WIN A PS3. I have no idea what I'm going to do with it (because since the games can't be pirated yet, I'm not going to waste my money buying the original games), but wouldn't it be cool to show it off and brag about how I got it? I think it would!

Uh, so after that we went to eat dinner at some Jap restaurant which I forgot the name, then we went to watch the movie, which wasn't as boring as I thought, but hey, I'm gay anyway, so that makes sense. It takes A LOT of effort to put together that September issue of Vogue, phew.

After that went downstairs to buy more headphones (I'm obsessed, I know), because Sonigear (the same brand as the speakers I bought a while back, remember I blogged about it?) was having another sale. So I went crazy for awhile. I'll do a post on my many headphones one day.

I went home after that because I had a curfew and Tammi was yawning her head off. Haha.

Happy birthday again, Tammi, 19 year-old grandma :P

So today, I went out with my REAL grandmother, who came down from KL via train just to see me for a day. I don't know about all of you, but I bet my grandmother has traveled more than any of your sorry asses, with her own hard earned money, even though she's illiterate, even though she's been cheated countless times, my grandmother owns all of your grandmother's asses, pardon me speaking. She sews, she cooks, she has four succesful children (with the exception of my mum. Haha, ok fine I'm joking), and she has property throughout the world (apparently one for each of her ten grandchidren O.O)and money from as way back as before she was born (she was born a WAY back).

So we had lunch at some chinese restaurant, and then she bought me food (because she alwauys worries that I don't enough), and more food, and we talked a lot, and I forgot to take her picture.

Ah well. She's a very generous lady, unlike my CALCULATIVE MOTHER, HERE THAT MUM? BWAHAHA.

*sigh exams next week. At least I had a good weekend out.

Today Has Been A Gooder Day, or Picture Perfect

The past few days have been a bit tedious, so today made up for it! Hehe.

Today there were only 4 periods in school, Chem, PE, EMath and then Malay.

I didn't fall asleep in Chem today (anyone who falls asleep in Chem dies), although I really wanted to.

PE was good, we played badminton.

Malay was supposed to be a lesson observation lesson today, where one of the Deputy Principals come in and observe the lesson, to see that the teacher is doing a good job. Luckily, Mdm Yong (the dep. who was supposed to come for less ob) had to go for some MOE (Ministry of Education) meeting. Instead she sent Cikgu Tan (a teacher that has it in for me since day one) to observe, and it was a fun lesson, 'cos during lesson observations teachers usually try to make it fun and enjoyable for us while still teaching us something, so we had some sort of interactive session. Whee.

What really made my day though was that Swapnil told me that our scholar money came. I was so happy I went to withdraw money, and then Koko asked me to go cyber. Now, if you didn't know, I've been to the cyber twice already, and got raped both times, but today I was decimated to bits, because it was a 4v2 match (I was 2 of course) and the other team were all pros. Haha, but had some fun, and had takoyaki to, mmm.

I bought like a shit-load of chips, and now happily (as much as possible).

Munch. Munch Munch.

I WANNA GO HOME!

Americans Are Retarded (Like You Didn't Already Know), or Crazy

I was in prep (as usual, playing L4D in super-lag-mode), when Ryan showed me this link, which, I find absolutely laughable at. I mean, haha. I just laughed. That's how bad they are.

It's on the 30 craziest lawsuits, and, believably, they're all American. I think the judges in America must be utterly mad, or retarded, or crazy, or a combination of all three.

Here are some of the good (bad?) ones...

Sued after getting stuck on the house he was robbing
In October 1998, A Terrence Dickson of Bristol Pennsylvania was exiting a house he finished robbing by way of the garage. He was not able to get the garage door to go up, because the automatic door opener was malfunctioning. He couldn't re- enter the house because the door connecting the house and garage locked when he pulled it shut. The family was on vacation, so Mr. Dickson found himself locked in the garage for eight days. He subsisted on a case of Pepsi he found, and a large bag of dry dog food. This upset Mr. Dickson, so he sued the homeowner's insurance claiming the situation caused him undue mental anguish. The jury agreed to the tune of half a million dollars and change.

(WHAT. LAME)

Sued a restaurant after she slipped on a spilled drink
In May 2000, a Philadelphia restaurant was ordered to pay Amber Carson of Lancaster, Pennsylvania $113,500.00 after she slipped on a spilled soft drink and broke her coccyx. The beverage was on the floor because Ms. Carson threw it at her boyfriend 30 seconds earlier during an argument.

(Isn't it her fault in the first place? What did the restaurant do?!)

Sued Mazda because it failed to provide instructions about the seatbelt
Mary Ubaudi of Madison County, Ill. Ubaudi was a passenger in a car that got into a wreck. She put most of the blame on the deepest pocket available: Mazda Motors, who made the car she was riding in. Ubaudi demands "in excess of $150,000" from the automaker, claiming it "failed to provide instructions regarding the safe and proper use of a seatbelt." One hopes Mazda's attorneys make her swear in court that she has never before worn a seatbelt, has never flown on an airliner, and that she's too stupid to figure out how to fasten a seatbelt.

(This one is kinda self-explanatory)

So yeah, click here if you want to check out the rest. I'll waste your time, sure, but what a great way to waste it! FSM!

The Portrait of the Past, or How I Go

If you think about it now, we wouldn't really know what's going to happen a year from now, do you? No, you, me, we, have no idea at all.

I wouldn't expect to be in Singapore, during prep time, typing this blog post, for starters.

No one would have guessed that Obama'd be the first black president of the United States.

I couldn't believe that Dean would get taller than me.

Who would've thought I'd spend my birthday alone?

I never thought I could Facebook so much (Result of horrible boarding school life)

Did you know that Micheal Jackson would die this year? Would you even guess it was this close?

I thought that my grandfather would live forever.

I never thought that my book would finally get published.

I thought I would hate flights only when I was a lot older, but I hate them already.

On a similar note, I never thought I'd miss a flight, ever. I missed two this year.

I never thought that I would lose my emotions.

I didn't think I would jailbreak my iPod.

If you told me I would ever run out of money because of foolish spending, I would laugh.

Never, ever would I think that my faith would be lost.

Who would give a thought that the language systems for math and science would change back?

Couldn't have guessed that feeling so lonely was this bad.

Who'd have known that Ellen would be the new American Idol judge? Certainly not me.

I think even, maybe, when I come back, I won't be the same. I don't think you'll ever see me smile as much as I did back then.

Usually I'm quite a happy guy, right? Or maybe I was. If I saw myself back then, I would slap myself and shake him so bad, and then both of us would probably get in a fight. But. That doesn't really make any sense. Whatever.

Heard the phrase, "Life is so much better when you're happy to be alive"? I so totally agree. I just wish it was that way for me.

Seriously, I don't think anything could make me feel genuinely unconditionally happy. Not even to go back home.

Wow, I just realized how depressing that sounds. I don't wish I could relive my life.

Sadly, I just kinda wish I didn't exist.

You lost it? You lost my ring?