My Turret Platform's Anniversary !!! Time To Scrap Rust !!!

Last year, this day (December 8) was the day I started this blog. Time really flies - last year I was figuring out what the hell is blogging, and next thing I knew, I'm here writing my post in this just-turned-into 1-year-old blog.

Well well, my blog just made a wish - it wishes that I write something less awful, hehe. I better be :P

BTW, soon I will place up my journal of the lastest journey I've been to (which explains my 1 week absence). I hope I can finish it on time. :P

Begone !!! For a week !!!

Oh yeah, I shall disappear for a week starting 2.50pm, 29 Nov 2005. (which means I'm gonna skip some important things in my life - but I don't really care :P)

So see you guys in a week.

BTW, I can't believe I got this as an result... =.=;;;


Take The Quiz Yourself!

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I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo HAPPY now !!!

Why ???

Because... I finally got Internet in my place !!! :D

YAY !!!

The Penang Trip

Oh yeah, 3 days out of the Internet world, all dedicated to Penang. And now I'm writing it down now.

1st day, Nov 3rd

Woke up *damn* early in the morning. 7 am we set off (my family and my uncle's, again - in short, 6 adults and 2 kids) and reached Ipoh by 9, had breakfast at the usual coffeeshop (Dad's customer BTW), and another 3 hours before we caught sight of that *unusually long* bridge in the middle of the sea.

The roads in Penang was always a pain to travellers on wheels. Due to seating arrangements, I was elected as the 'navigator' for Dad the driver. I was given a bunch of year-old maps and I had to figure out where the hell we are and where we might end up with.

The first thing that ran through our minds was the Ji Le Si (Kek Lok Si, but I prefer Mandarin - I'm no Hokkien). But as usual and expected, the bloody jam - cars and people - was in our way. We only managed to get our car parked, went for lunch (laksa, but I'm no big fan of it - took chicken rice instead - and ice kacang + cendol), and left - without any attempt to climb the steps.

As our check-in time to the hotel is around 3pm, we still have around 2 hours to spend. Where to go then? Since the hotel was close to the Botanical Gardens (and Gurney Drive too), hmmm, might as well go and take a stroll... with the monkeys.



"So ?" was my sis' reply, while I thought that monkey-killing was the civic duty of the locals.



My bro and lil' cousin with the Cannonball Fruit... now that's huge...

After the stroll and some nice-but-expensive mashed-peanut-topped ice-cream, we went straight to the hotel to check-in. After dropping our stuff, our next destination was - the northern seaside. Found a sandy spot with nice 'fengshui' (well it is, judging from the Chinese cemetery nearby - backed by the mountain and facing the sea).



Ugly posing with the kids...

Well, after that, we returned to the hotel, and walked all the way to Gurney Drive for dinner. After half an hour, we're disappointed to find that the stalls weren't there (we learnt later that they were relocated). So we ended up walking all the way to the Cantonment junction, and had dinner at a seafood restaurant (lousy + expensive, last time we'd be there). And finally, we turned back and took a peek at Gurney Plaza. Then we walked the 30 minutes back to the hotel, and a movie in the TV then Zzz.

2nd day, Nov 4th

It was decided that the early morning of this fine day *to sleep* will be replaced with the 8am visit to Ji Le Si, along with breakfast nearby the place. We have to wake up HELL early, but it was worth it - the breakfast there was nice (I had Hakka noodles) and there weren't too many people at that hour. Our trip upwards was a breeze. The pond, the compound, then some photos - then straight to the Inclining Lift (ain't free) that brings us to the new(?) statue of Kuan Yin, the Goddess of Mercy. Well, construction wasn't complete there - they're still raising funds to build a Tian Tan (Heaven's Altar) style roof over the statue for more protection - actually to be specific, they're raising funds for the roof tiles.



Oh look it's me again... Zzz...



Zzz... another one...



I think I better stop this self-admiring of mine...*clicks the STOP button*

A round of photos, and we went down, next to the pagoda tower or whatever they call that (ain't free either). Nothing much except a compound filled with flowers, and now come to think about it, I'm starting to regret that I've entered that place for nothing. Damn.

Then it was the time for souvenirs, and finally the trip downwards, which we descended with much difficulty, thanks to the crowd and the stores that made the path narrow. We had lunch at the same place as yesterday (chicken rice again... and again, ice kacang + cendol), then we left for the Ssssssssssss Snake Temple.

I never knew there was more behind the century-old structure - at least until now. The moment I stepped to the rear section of the temple, instantly deja-vu hitted me - I've been here, but not in reality, but in one of my dreams. But who cares if I've deja-vu ? Nobody cares. We had a round of snake-visiting and then, off to the city center.

Georgetown was, to me, a mess - the maps I had were outdated, and most of the roads are one-way streets. We were looking for a particular small lane in Penang Road - in search for the famous Cendol there. It took us around 20 minutes and a couple of rounds of driving before we caught sight of the stall - which was so damn obvious with the crowd gathered around. The car was parked, we squeezed into the crowds, and we went Cendol-crazy with a bowl of it in each of our hands.

After the ice-thrilling treat, our next stop was Khoo Kongsi, or also known as the Clanhouse of the Khoo's. Now converted to a musuem, it only opens for a limited period of time to visitors. Was impressed with the wall carvings that were based on the 24 Filial Acts, and also it was the first time I get to see a REAL Chinese memorial tablet.

After that, we went back to the hotel. I had a nice 2-hour nap (well, gotta admit it's a waste of 2 quality vacation hours), then for tonight, we went to the open-air hawker stalls nearby (they were originally from Gurney Drive, but due to all the upgrading in Gurney Drive they were relocated here - just next to the enourmous Mt. Erskine Chinese cemetery site) for dinner. Food's not as good as expected (with the exception of the "Oh Jian", the oyster omelette), but at least we had our stomachs full. After that, we returned to the hotel, and after 'Puteri Gunung Ledang' we went off to bed.

3rd day, Nov 5th

We decide to leave early in the morning. We checked out, had our breakfast nearby, and we're off to the ferry jetty. And well, my 'Navigator' job ends here as well.

But well, the return trip wasn't directly to KL. We're making stops all around Perak, from Ipoh, then took the old highway to Kg. Tualang, Batu Gajah for lunch, then to Bidor where we retook the PLUS highway again, and re-exited at Tg. Malim because of the highway jam. Reached KL at 8 pm, and after dinner it was already 9 pm. Oh well, how much I missed my PC. :P

One Day Family Trip

Deepavali. To me it's another *yawn* ordinary day.

Except the fact that it's a national holiday. And also except the fact that Dad's factory was closed for today due to all his workers went back to their respective hometowns, which means my family and my uncle's (also my dad's foreman in the factory) were free for the following week. Seems like family plans are overriding my schedule for this following week.

So it was decided yesterday that both our families will be going for an outing together for today. Originally we were going to Frasier's Hill, but the recent rainy weather made it dangerous due to the risk of landslides. So we went to Dong Zen temple in Jenjarom instead. And since I've been there once, naturally I became the guide.

Start out 8 in the morning, fetched my uncle and his family (along with my aunt - who unfortunately have to work for today) and then, 'dim sum' for breakfast in Damansara Uptown (yum-yum). Then, head off to Puchong, and Dad decides to find out the 'alternative' route to Dengkil. But well, thanks to the development of Putrajaya/Cyberjaya, the old signboards with the arrows pointing for 'Dengkil' were useless now. We ended up somewhere near Cyberia, and waaaaaaaaaay out from the road leading to Dengkil (in case you guys are wondering, we exited from the 'Pulau Meranti' exit near the flyovers).

OK. So we have to make a U-turn at the Equine Park Interchange. And we're on our way. The moment we reached Dengkil, it was my turn to keep my eyes on the road. We drove and drove and drove, not without passing by certain places with 'oh' 's and 'ah' 's from my family (due to familiarity of the place). I went kinda lost in the middle but luckily a signboard saying '8 KM to FGS Dong Zen' corrected my pinpointing and we took an important turn that I've actually forgotten about (blimey, I only went to Dong Zen once - and it was dusk). The next 8 kilometers were a breeze - and when the familiar traffic interchange with the petrol kiosk (without a roof, amazing) went into sight, I told my dad to turn left. We reached our destination within the next minute.

Well, it's been a year since I came, and the renovations which took place last year has been completed. Of course, my mind can't stop some of those memories of last year's Dhamma course to pop-up in my mind - happy ones, and frustrating ones (actually, it was someone else who got frustrated but well, I'll leave that to myself).

Of course, I start off with the formal, uh, how to say, ritual (?) of um, 'greeting' my master and teacher, the Buddha. Then off to check the interiors of the redecorated 'Da Xiong Bao Dian' (had been destroyed by a fire some time ago, but can't remember when), then went off to enjoy the scenary. Man, even the butterflies are tame enough. Mum took two close-up pictures of one feeding nectar on some flowers.



Aye yie yie, I'm a little butterfly ~




Ahoy ! Here I come, with my wings spread !



The picture is nice but the guy... =.=;

Anyway, it was pictures, pictures and pictures, next to the lake, the flowers, the temple entrance etc. After that, time for lunch.

Jenjarom -> Banting bypass -> somewhere near Pandamaran -> ah, Klang city suburbs.

It's been a year (or maybe more?) since I set my foot there. But whoa, the whole place has changed a lot. There used to be a huge garbage dump area there (I can remember crows flying around and occasionally, sea birds) but now, it turned into a low-cost housing estate. Anyways...

Dad drove us into a really really 'ulu' (undeveloped) area, which he claimed that the food was good. We ordered noodles and sort, but well... it's cheap, but it wasn't really nice. Dad even admitted that it didn't met up with what he tasted the last time.

But bleah, that's not only that. As expected from suburbs, we ran into a minefield - thanks to the local stray dogs. We have to rub our shoes on the stones before we head home.

And well, that ends our daytrip. But a longer trip awaits us this Thursday - this time, Penang for around 3 days. Damn, that means I'm out of the cyberworld for that 3 days. *sob sniff*

National Attitude On Traffic

A long queue of cars waiting for the lights to go green under the flyover's interchange, and drivers squeezing in from the one and only 'U-Turn only' lane just for the 'fast track' . Cars occupying the center of an interchange, inside the yellow box, while the road ahead is facing a congestion. In the Light Rail Transport stations, the boarding passengers rushing in just to prevent the passengers in the cabin from getting out of that sardine can.

Yes, welcome to Malaysia. Feel free to enjoy this kind of 'treatment', 24/7 on or off the road.

People here are so 'competitive', they threw their manners into the Recycle Bin (or better still, Shift-Del), no matter where or when they are. Yes, you can see it everywhere, from the roads to the lifts in shopping complexes here. People here win people by playing the sport named 'squeeze-in first, argue later'.

Chances are slim if you expect the next oncoming car to let that old fat lady take the zebra crossing. I bet my (potato) chips on that driver jamming at his accelerator and 'WHOOSH' , let the lady bite dust. Point is, no one would ever want to stop their cars for nothing here. Well, except for stopping at the wrong lane in front of the reds, and parking at the perfect spot to make a traffic 'dam'. And oh WAIT, they'd stop too to have a better look on that accident occured on the opposite side of the road.

Toll plazas are one of my favorite places too - I can't find a moment where my parents will NOT swear on those 'lost' poeple who drove their cars to the wrong lane, and changing their directions in the last second. And not to mention queue cutters, one itself is already enough to create a chain reaction equivalent of the Hiroshima-Nagasaki combo.

So they called themselves 'city people', eh? I think otherwise. They're indeed city people, but they forgot to bring their brains to the road. Either that or they're sitting on it.

Ah, how about places without cars ? Shopping complexes, transport stations, places where people gather - it's almost all the same. Everytime I travel via LRT, I will have more trouble unboarding than when I board, because in the same time, the crowd will struggle for the 10 short seconds to enter/exit the train cabin. One bad thing leads to another - if you think this is already bad enough, wait till you're reminded that this is the perfect timing for pickpockets to take their chances. Expect the same behaviour in lifts of various areas, as well as some other places that involves the congestion of pedestrians.

If you think this kind of attitude runs in real life only, let me tell you that you're wrong. Check the Internet, and see how most Malaysians behaved on the Net. The forums enough is already an eyesore. Recently I'm into an online FPS (first person shooter, something like CS etc.) that's hosted locally, and naturally, majority of the players in the game are kids all around this country. Their behaviours reflect what their parents 'taught' them - which I have no idea how or what they taught to them. Expect lots of spammings, floodings and pointless stuff if you're unfortunate enough to be in the chats. You might say, not only Malaysians do that but other people around the world do that too; but I'd say, MOST of the Malaysians do that.

Sigh... enough of speaking the 'exciting' stuff in the locals. Let's look at somewhere else for some comparison...

I've been to Singapore, and despite their infamous 'kiasu' culture, their drivers will always stop in front of a zebra crossing. OK, their MRT's and buses might be a mess when the boarding/unboarding comes about, but at least they've a system to tone down the problem. You can say it's because their country's small and easier to be governed, but again I think otherwise - it's the mentality of the people that makes the difference.

Why our neighbours can while my fellow countrymen can't ? This is something that puzzles me everytime I compare my country's people with others. Up to now, my conclusion is that these people lack of the awareness to behave courteously. If this 'social disease' is still left unattended, it's likely our next generation will adopt this 'disease' and call it - Malaysian Culture. Dammit.

Let's hope this is right...

Your Brain's Pattern

Your mind is an incubator for good ideas, it just takes a while for them to develop. But when you think of something, watch out! Your thoughts tend to be huge, and they come on quickly - like an explosion. You tend to be quiet around others, unless you're inspired by your next big idea.

What Pattern Is Your Brain?

Dedicated to WLR 6737

Tonight I went to the night market with Mum & Pei, my younger sis. Was waiting at the vegetable stall for my Mum who's making a purchase there, when this car WLR 6737 stopped next to the road.

Well, one of the guys in the pirated CD (PCD) stalls nearby walked near to that car, wandering around to test what's that guy in that car's up to. Then the window of the passenger's seat slide down, and PCD seller went to that open window and talked with that guy inside.

Now why did I write this ? It seems like someone was looking for that PCD seller in that night market. But, and lots of buts, that car belonged to our country's Police force. And unless it's my eyes playing tricks, or maybe it's someone who had the guts to make their car looked like a patrol, I see no reason why I shouldn't believe it's not a patrolling officer.

Best part of it is, later on that car went off, and the stall's still there. Hey. Isn't the police supposed to catch pirated CD sellers ? What's going on here? What happened just now, between the PCD seller and that officer, if I assumed it is really an officer ? I can't say what's happening between them, for I didn't have the eyes to see, nor have I the ears to listen what's going there. What I had is my imagination, and I hope that the imagination of you readers are good enough to picture what's going on.

And adding the taste of irony, just this morning I read about Malaysia being the 32nd Least Corrupted Country in the world or something like that, according to some survey results. Heh, I don't really give a damn about survey results.

Can't blame Time for it's Fault

The highway wasn't that busy that afternoon, and I kept my car on the express lane. I looked at the clock, illuminated by the late afternoon sun. Will be reaching that place in an hour or two, I pondered.

It's been a while, since I've tasted the fresh air, since the roosters wake me up in the morning, and since, that cold, cruel series of incidents that I couldn't bear to think of. I've never imagined that something bad will happen to my family, yet it has happened - and changed my perspective of how life is. Unpredictable.

How true the phrase is, "Time changes everything". The siblings I've known all these years, have became even more than strangers, all this while we are apart.

We used to be kids that grew up together, running across the paddy fields, catching fighting fish to compete with the other kids. We all worked hard to earn money for our family; our schooling days makes the life of the modern kid's look colorless; and despite our simple lives, we were content of what we have, and it was from that feeling of content that makes us all happy.

But life's not the same now - the more modernized we are, the less the Human heart fills. Greed was what tainted my family, leading into Hatred and Treachery, circulating in a pattern which nothing can stop it. I clenched my fists on the steering, preparing to turn - and to let go my disappointment on the fate that befalled my family.

Exiting the toll plaza, I drove into a two-way single-laned highway. Trees with their falling leaves, clouds of random pattern, wooden shophouses with tarnished zinc rooftops. The marks of Time as It walked by, not without stirring change on everything. I sighed heavily, as I could do nothing but watch the clouds of Life blown by the winds of Destiny.

As I parked my car at the compound in front of my old home, the sun glowed it's red-orange rays onto the wooden structure. I always remembered the sunsets were always beautiful with our smiles on our faces. And right now, in front of my eyes, the sunset still remained there as Time passed by, but our smiles have long faded, replaced by masks that were as cold as ice. And not even the Sun's warmth can melt it.

Time's fault it is, yet I can't blame nor forgive It, for what It has done can't be undone. Silently I walked into the lifeless house, occupied by people what I used to call - family.

La Finale

"We bring you the latest news update. 2 people were killed in a traffic accident that occured at..." - crack -

Finally, he woke up, the squeaking radio disturbing his long slumber. The pain in his head stung like a needle that drives through him mercilessly. Adding to it, the afternoon sun penetrated through the dirty windows with the badly-torn curtains, through the dusty air - and into his eyes. Took him a minute or two before he could see anything clearly.

He didn't know how long he had slept, all he remembered was he kept drinking until he lost his consciousness. He didn't even remember his dreams, but he felt dried tears on his cheeks.

Who cares now anyway ? He walked to the washroom, and through the broken mirror he saw the once-brilliant young man, a young chap who had hope and a bright future, and now, he looked no different than someone who lived in the slums. Unshaven for days, uncombed hair, and weary eyes.

Aye, he was ruined. Jealousy, from the people who disliked what he has achieved, and set him up to destroy him. Ignorance, of his ex-employer, who used to look up upon his talents, but now resembles nothing more than a fool, easily-deceived and settled matters according to his emotions.

WHY ? WHY ?!

What did he do to deserve this, this kind of TREATMENT?

Not only did he lost his career, but also his car, house, all his money, and the one he treasured the most - his fiancee, who left him even though he pleaded to her desperately.

FRAMED !!!

The whole thing was a set-up ! That night, that TREACHEROUS night, his colleagues held a party celebrating his promotion. Never did he knew it was part of the darkest plot that was going to overthrow him. He didn't suspect the presence of his employer's young beautiful wife that night, thinking that she'd like to join the fun. Neither was he aware that the drink he had has been spiked by unseen hands. The next thing he knew, he awoke on the bed, next to the woman that he wasn't supposed to touch...

Words spread quickly like the fire in the dry bushes. That very same day, he lost his job, his fiancee, and almost all the things he owned - no, most of it had been placed under her name a week ago before THAT happened...

There's nothing left for him now. There's nothing else he can do now. He was RUINED. RUINED. RUINED...

This will be the last day in the shabby apartment he had rented, for now that tiny amount of money he had had been spent. He could have stayed on for maybe a month with that amount, but he decided not to. Instead, he bought something else...

Some alcohol to drink out his sorrows, a roll of adhesive tape, a box of matches, some rope, and a knife. But most of the money went to the package of industry-strength trinitrotoluene - enough to take out a small building.

He started to assemble them, using his limited knowledge of making fireworks - when he was young, he adored fireworks and often made them for the fun of it, and of course, was punished most of the time by his late mother.

He had no father - he only knew his mother used to be in love with a wretch who ran away with his mistress. Despite that, she managed to raise her only son, singlehanded, until he graduated from university. But for that, she paid the toll for it - cancer took her life away, the day he was about to tell her that he got his first job.

WHY ? WHY WAS IT UNFAIR ?!

The moment he snapped back to reality, cheeks wet, he had completed his final masterpiece. A beauty. A beauty that robs others for their beauty. And THAT, will be his final vengeance.

He dried his face and strapped the device onto his body, and covering it up with a jacket. Then, he took the last swig from his bottle, and walked out of that shabby place, with the radio playing some heavy metal music.

An hour later, the radio cracked and the music was interrupted.

"We interrupt to bring you the latest news. About half an hour ago, an explosion caused by a suicide bomber occured in the XX Towers... " - crack - " ... it was believed that this is not an organized attack..." - the radio fell dead.

Silence.

BLEAH On The Break

Oh, it's always the same everytime I return to PJ.

Mum will nag me about me using the PC too much, and she will start lecturing about the amount of radiation of the PC's monitor is a cancer risk blah blah blah...

Well, I admit I haven't been moving much since I came back. But, heck, everytime I go out it costs me money, and it's not like I'm that rich to go anywhere I like. That's why I stick with my PC (and the Internet) to surf the world for information... and of course, it's kinda unhealthy, but what else can I do ???

And, since I was in high school I've never ever attempt to play any PC games in front of my parents. I played it in cybercafes, I played it when my parents aren't around, I played it alone, just because I don't want my parents to yell at me about wasting time or 'affecting my siblings', as claimed by my parents. Heck, I thought the situation would change when I took on the GD course, but HELL no... Just today I got 'fired on' by my mother because I played in front of her (despite her 'affecting bro's studies' excuse is useless now since his exams are over). Damn. I hate the feeling when I'm forced to do 'good stuff' in front of my parents. DAMMIT !

I imagine my future, where I'll be forced to face the monitor for hours, and my mother will storm the office and pull me away 'from the cancer risk'. Heh. It's kinda annoying when I get 'monitored' by my parents, about what I'm doing etc.

AHHHHHH I don't know. If this situation persists I'm either going to quit my studies or kill myself. Or maybe something worse. BLEAH.

WHOAAAAAAAAAAA YEAH !!!

FINALLY IT'S COMPLETE !!! FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY !!! WHOAAAAAAAAAAA YEAH !!!

Now, I can start my "Fable : The Lost Chapters" in peace... HEHEHE...

What's wrong with smiling ??????

"What are you smiling at ?" Mum asks.

"Huh ?" was my reply, everytime she asked that.

"Your brain got problem isit ? Smiling like that at yourself, only people with mental problems will do that."

What's wrong with smiling when there's a nice and funny thought that's running in your mind ? What's wrong with it ??? I don't get it !!!~~~

[Let's Rock !!!]

<- Start of log. Initializing modes... ->

Mode : Heavy Rock Mode
Song : "Other World" - FFX (you guess !)
Condition : Just recovered from "windy" stomach, but ready for another night
Plans : A couple of stuff to do, still calming down the urge to play games...
Mind : Curious what are the rest of the Hatchlings doing in B2-3A-9...


<- Music switched to - "A Solitude That Asks Nothing In Return" - GGX soundtracks ->

Log :
Just thought of switching my writing style for this post. I'm still waiting for Mum's orders, but she seems to be occupied with her work. Damn, I wished I could have stayed back a little longer in Cyberia...

<- Music switched to - "Wild Rock" - BUZZLIP ->

Log :
I'm thinking of staying back home tomorrow, because I have something to finish up with my PC. I wonder if my parents are taking my suggestion seriously. Plan's a little messed up, and I'm in a little dilemma now. I'm supposed to return to Cyberia for a while to settle something...

<- Music switched to - "Yakitori" - GITS ->

<- Preset Mode switched to - Instrumental-only mode ->

Log :

The world around me is in a mess now. Bombs detonating, the weather's in 'super windy mode', oil prices rising, economy's down while income tax officers popping up like leeches. People everywhere are moaning and groaning - some for their wallets, some for their lives. I wonder what's the next showdown that changes the world - if there's any, I doubt it's a good one - unless you're talking about space colonization...

<- Music switched to - "First Vision" - Yoko Kanno ->

Log :

Ten minutes till midnight. Wonder if I should burn midnight oil again, like what I did for the last 2 days. Hm. Today my stomach went sick because probably my body overheated. I think I'll retire early for tonight for, say, maybe an hour. Mm... maybe, or maybe not.

Heh. Time to go now, the fruits are waiting for me.

<- All modes terminated, music off. End of log. ->

At this point...

... My life is dangling like the wind chime without the wind. In other words, I'm bored and waiting for something to happen, and yes, without from not yawning.

... I'm sending songs to a friend, who's quite stressed because of her upcoming continuous papers. In the same time I'm downloading some other songs.

... I thought back about what my friends about the recent otaku craze for fashion style, 'Gothic Lolita' (I made it short as in 'Goth Loli'). Hmm. Come to think of it, CLAMP was considered among the earliest to take up this style of fashion in their works (referring to Chobits).

... I can't touch any of my games. Dad is at my right side while Mum, left, facing their respective PC's. Mum used to complain that this house is full of radiation because of the amount of PCs and laptops we have in our house.

... I can't find a proper torrent for the Tales of Legendia single by Do As Infinity !!! DAMMIT I NEED ONE PROPER SEED !!!

... Suddenly this house's too quiet.

... I'm running out of stuff to write. Something please happen quickly !!!

... I think I will stop writing at this point, and comment in the other blogs. Ciao.

UPDATES !!! UPDATES !!!

Boy, it's been a while since I've updated myself. Let's see...

(1) My sem break starts. Well, not without a disastrous ending. Best not mentioned...

(2) I've got a new housemate ! Aaron's from Brunei, and studying in LKW. More housemates to come, hope they come in quick...

(3) Mum starts to take the trend of surfing the Net. Mmm... should I call it a treat or a threat?

(4) Well, there's already a 'threat'... apparently Mum assigned me to convert all her office work, all into Excel... for the rest of the sem break. Nooooo...

(5) I have a "Ah Sou" (sis-in-law) already... no la, he's not my blood-related brother, but a close friend of mine, who got himself a girlfriend... congrats... UPDATE: I forgot actually there's 2 of them...

(6) Commentator: " More exciting action coming up, LIVE, in the next episode of 'J[Alt]K's Real Life Scenarios !!!' "

13th September 2005

I have been reluctant to post this up, but I knew that in the end I have to...

To the memories of a fellow creature that have survived for a few days, despite what the others say it couldn't stand a day...



13th September 2005

11am

I was already late for my Games Application I class, and as I sneaked through the usual illegal shortcut to campus, a familiar whining sound caught my ears. As again, I'm the nosy type who can't get my business off animals in need. So I set off to investigate where the kitten is.

To my shock, I found it exposed, next to a wooden gate of someone's lawn, still unable to walk and see properly. Normally cats will place their young in a safe place wit sufficient cover, but leaving a baby kitten in the open is too outrageous. Since the mother was nowhere to be seen, I carried the baby kitten into the shade provided by a pot of plants. Before I left, I prayed that the mother will return soon, but I will return later to check whether it's brought to somewhere safe or not.

3pm

Returned from Dengkil with lunch. I remembered what I was supposed to do, and returned to the same spot to see whether the kitten's fine or not. I had a greater shock when I found it lying on the cement walkpath, not moving, and a troop of ants were marching pass it's body. I touched it to see whether it's still alive or not, and to my relief it responded, but it appeared much more weaker compared to the time when I met it in the morning. Quickly, I brought it to La Tumis, the restaurant in Cyberia where cats normally hang around. I brought it to the couple of cats with the same colour as the kitten, but they just stared at the kitten... and left !!! I was pissed, but I expected that to happen too, since those cats normally slack around and they don't pretty much look like the type where they will take care of their young, espacially when it's not theirs.

Anyway, I went off to buy some milk, and started to feed it with the aid of a straw. This, of course, failed, since kittens only feed directly through the milk glands. Later on I tried another tactic - pouring the milk directly on my hand, and let the kitten lick it. Well it sort of worked, but it's not enough to fill the hunger of the kitten.

Anyway, this fuss attracted a lot of attention, wanted or unwanted. The security guards and one of the waitress in the shop which I knew, came and gave me a lot of advice on what I should do, and providing some tissues for me to clean the kitty up (there was some, uh, crap stuck between it's exit and tail, anyway...), even though some of them figured that the kitten might not live for long. But thankfully they were there, because they saved me from being panic (To be honest, I was afraid it might die in my hands...)

Of course, unwanted attention was around the spot too. Murmurs were around, going like 'Hey, it's a baby kitten' or 'Wow, it's so little'. There was even once when I overheard the conversation of 3 girls passing by, arguing that it wasn't a kitten, but a mouse instead ! Sigh...

4pm

I fell into conversation with a girl (smoking...), and suddenly I spotted someone familiar in shades... wait a minute ! Wasn't that Bunny Aznan supposed to be in the States until the next semester ?! Anyway he spotted me, and he told me he just came back, and he returned early because he was homesick. He saw the kitten too, and I told him everything that happened.

Later on I called down Slade (Aznan was unable to contact him for some odd reason), and Slade came down together with Paul to meet up with the Bunny. Then we started chatting about the Bunny's life in the States for the whole month, but of course we didn't forget about the kitten (who was trying hard to sleep, but it fel cold). Bunny advised me to place it on my own lap, and well, it worked well and the kitten slept like it was in it's mother's warmth.

And well, I couldn't escape without comments from them, such as 'The Kitten's Mother','Animal Companion',and such... but well, at least they were there when I need someone for advice. Thanks guys, if you're reading this, but well, I think it's impossible for me to take that advice of you guys for adopting it myself, since my parents are strongly against it. And Aznan, tell your sister I really appreciate her offer to help, even though she's busy and barely have time to take care of it. Should I 'belanja' next time or something?

6pm

Finally, I brought it back to my penthouse. I placed it in a small plastic tub, with the base of it covered with tissue, and I let it sleep under the warmth of my hand (and it smells a bit like cheese, since a bit of the milk was accidently spilled on it's fur). But, like what them guys said, it really needs a lot of warmth and food in it's infancy, and everytime I leave it for a few minutes, it will surely wake up to the lack of warmth and started whining again. Well, it really took me awhile before I got the hang of it...

I forgot to bring back the milk I've bought, and as it was thrown, I asked Slade to go down and buy some milk for it (Thanks again... I owe you twice...). As he left, I sat there on the chair, with the tub holding the kitten on my lap, eyes closed, but my mind was thinking: "Well, being a Mum isn't an easy thing." I imagined mothers going through the 9 months of carrying and caring, and the next few years of efforts in educating the child. And now here what I have here is nothing compared to the task of any mother in the world, but this gives an idea on normally what mothers face.

7pm

I'm sitting down in front of my PC, typing out this whole story now. The kitten's still sleeping on my lap, occasionally waking up whining, and I have to massage it with my right hand while typing with my left. Less than three hours before Aznan's sister arrives, and I started thinking again.

I could have leave it there in that lawn like that, as if it's none of my business. Why should I bring this fuss to myself, even though I knew that I can't even take care of myself properly ? I must be crazy enough to drive myself into this situation.

I thought in another perspective again. It was Karma. It was that force that drove me to meet up with this abandoned kitten. The timing was right, the person was right, and the kitten happened to be in need. It wasn't destiny - it's just (I don't know how to explain it) plain old Karma.

Then I realized - soon, I might not be able to see it again. In fact, it might not remember me in the future, when it gets older. That's why, for the next two hours, I will put in all my efforts into taking good care of this little life here. It has been very strong, because I sensed it has a very strong will to live, despite the harsh conditions it has gone through. Without a mother, without someone to take good care of it until now. I must be strong too, even though I suck in taking care of animals, but I must, because I have chose (and maybe chosen) to take care of it, until proper care for it arrives.

9pm

I gave it a bath, not quite a proper one. And naturally, it started whining. After I dried it up, I tried to feed it but it seems like it dislike the smell. Eventually I cleaned up my hand and let it lick on it.

Then, I massaged it until it sleep. It seemed to like it, and I hummed the tune I've made earlier to let it sleep. All of a sudden, my heart felt empty. It's going to be fine, and soon Bunny's sister is going to fetch it to place it under the care of her cats. But why am I feeling this, this sad feeling?

I started to play Freecell, but my tears betrayed me while I massaged the kitten with my left hand, humming the tune. It's going to a safer place, it will be fine, I told myself. Yeah, I can't keep it, and I don't know how to take good care of it,, so I have to send it somewhere good for it. It's going to be fine.

Please excuse me, I really have to calm myself for a while.

10pm

I finally calmed myself down, at least.

But well, the kitten has accustomised itself to the warmth of my hands. Now I have to carry it on my left while I typed with my right. Gah, I need to take a pee, but it won't let me go for it !!!

Aznzn hasn't call me yet. I'm starting to get a little frustrated. But well, can't force it if I asked for it, right?

Ah damn it, I guess I have to do it the hard way... I mean, I really need to use the toilet now !!!

11pm

Kak Aina was a very kind lady. Though it was already late, she still came for the sake of the kitten. I felt pretty sorry for Aznan too, because he was starting to get sleepy, and yet he has to come down to let me meet his sister.

I placed the kitten in a shoebox, and it starts to whine again due to the uncomfortableness. I tried to give it some warmth by placing my hand on it, but well, it wasn't satisfied. So it whined the whole way from my place to the mini round-a-bout in Cyberia. Kak Aina really has a way with cats - the instance I gave her the kitten, she managed to calm it down.

Before I left, Kak Aina asked me whether I want to keep it if it's old enough. Well, frankly, I don't know, and my parents probably won't allow a cat in the apartment. But well, I'd see how things turn out 1st.



September 24th, exactly one week later...

I contacted Kak Aina, through Aznan, and she informed me that it managed to go on for another 5 days before passing away peacefully that Sunday.

I managed to hold back my own feelings when I received the news, and started to stop blaming myself for being too late and unable to provide the help it needed. But I have to go over it, through it, and letting it go.

Well, I've made a wish, wishing that the kitten can enter a realm better than it's current state. Wishing that it will do better in it's next life, if there's any for it.

Ahh finally I've got it done (I'm so ashamed of myself...)

Assignment Title : Level Design of the Stars and Stars Formation

= Stars =




- boxes, huge and brown in colour
- floats in "midair", mobile
- can be used for softlanding, firecover, and helps in blocking the enemy's view
- three-dimensional positioning i.e. consists of position x, y & z

= Formation =

- the number of stars are deployed in random, but there were occasions where no stars were deployed
- deployment of the stars are generated randomly, however any army can change the positions of the stars to their favor if they have sufficient time
- since it's null-G in the Battleroom, the stars can be placed in fixed positions, and can be sticked together without the aid of any adhesive-natured material, thus building "walls" are possible

= References of star formations deployed in certain battle scenes in Ender's Game =

Legend :
- Red/Blue Lines - Army Gates
- Brown Boxes - Stars

1st battle, Salamander (Blue) vs. Leopard (Red)



- deployment and quantity generated randomly
Quote : "Huge brown boxes were suspended in midair, partially obstructing the view. So these were the obstacles that the soldiers called stars."



2nd battle, Rat (Blue) vs. Centipede (Red)



- deployment and quantity generated randomly
Quote : "...under cover of stars quickly..."



3rd battle, Dragon (Blue) vs. Rabbit (Red)



- 7-8 stars, scattered
Quote : "... with the seven or eight stars scattered through the grid."



4th battle, Dragon (Blue) vs. Badger (Red)



- deployment and quantity generated randomly
Quote : "...with the battleroom so filled with a labyrinth of stars..."



5th battle, Dragon (Blue) vs. Griffin & Tiger (Red)



- four stacked to form a wall in front of the Dragon gate to block their vision (assuming they are placed to stick together, since Dragon has to route from the side to take a peek on the enemy positions), and eight on Griffin & Tiger to form a fortress-like defence outside their gates.
Quote : "Only three meters out there were four stars together, completely blocking the view from the door." "They've got eight stars making a square around their door."

Feeling Dead

Nothing worse than feeling dead, yet still breathing. Yeah I'm feeling it right now, and it's not my first time feeling like that.

No direction. No motivation. No purpose. Just plain dead, like a corpse that turned cold on one of the freezing Antartica icebergs. It sucks to think that things in this material world aren't that appealing to me now. Even stuff I like to do seems pointless to me to continue doing now.

Then, I remembered what Aylwin, a friend of mine, wrote in his blog. From the story, anyone could become dull if they stress themselves too much, and also if they confined themselves in an environment, willingly or not.

Hmm. Maybe I should break something. Argh. I will just go and take a short nap for now, maybe for a few minutes. I think if my conscience permits, I will put up another post to update my pathetic conditions now. Adios.

Dang Dang Dilly Ding Dong

That's the sound of my mind creaking. It's like a mechancal time bomb ticking with it's countdown, but the explosive material is instead composed of wet gunpowder. In other words, I felt like exploding but in the end I won't, and that really sucks.

This world is NUTS. I'm referring to what happened to the US when Katrina hit New Orleans with a WHOOSH. I've been reading a lot of crap that happened to their government, about politicians praising the minority of heroes when people out there are dying, the mess that's going on the Internet when people there are desperate for help, and WORSE is people are trying to take advantage through this incident - the traditional "Robbing a house in fire" style.

Where should I start ? Oh yeah, first from SomethingAwful.com. It's a site which I constantly visit for my daily dose of comedy, pranks and sarcasm, and now it's down due to the breakdown of the server in New Orleans (in other words, it's now swimming...). Currently the guys in SA is hosting their temporary site using the same domain name, but now they are reporting and updating people about how crap is going in that place, ala SA style.

I'm not pissed about the way SA do things with their sarcastic ways - I'm more pissed about how their readers respond when SA is REALLY trying to get help from people to assist the Katrina victims, and also about Paypal, because it's automated system barred SA's Paypal account which was used for collecting donations for the Katrina victims, without questioning the reason properly.

There are a lot of people who hate SA - hating them for rendering politicians ugly, hating them for making a joke out of people around the globe, and some hating them for no apparent reason (well, kinda makes sense, since there are a lot of people who lived without any apparent reason).

And until now, there are readers who think that SA was actually making a prank out of the Katrina incident (the site creator Lowtax posted out some flames he received from these trolling readers), saying that the unfortunate incidents that hitted on SA served them right or whatsoever. To me, those trolling readers deserve a heavy spank for not opening their eyes properly to judge what's right or wrong and also making up conclusions just with their pathetic views. SUCKERS.

Next comes the humanity within during the visit of Katrina's - it's FREAKING horrible. The chaos within is even worse than any war in the world, because this time, no one knows who's the good guy or the bad one. And also there are people who tried to take advantage from the aftermath - Rapists preying on victims, thieves stealing goods that were left behind by victims, robbing the dead and sorts and sorts of outrageous things. But that's considered minor, because there's something bigger than those petty crimes.

Bureaucracy. Sectors that exist coherently to share out the burden of governing the country, yet there are loopholes in the system. And to make it worse, people (the villians) abusing the loopholes for their own benefit. These people, these VILLIANS, have hearts that are rotting in their own material world.

I felt angst and grave in the same time - that's why I'm writing this post to express my very own view. If you disagree at any of the points that I shared out, feel free to post it in the comments, but NO AD SPAMMING please. Thank you.

More Quiz Results...

I'm a REAL sucker when it comes to these things... But well whatever...

(NOTE: Ignore what the picture tells you !!! The words are much much much much much more important !!!)


- You Are The Wayward Heart

"Feel Better."


You are best described as 'Emotional Support'.
Anytime an emotional issue comes up or
something stresses people out, you are there to
help them feel better about it. Whether you are
the prankster of the bunch, the funny one, the
wild one, or just the shoulder to cry on - your
traits favor what it takes to keep people
going. You like large groups of people and have
many friends. When something hits home for you,
however, you have a hard time with it. You also
have difficulty paying attention or focusing on
one thing. Above all, though, if people are
happy, you are happy.


Which Classic Story Role Do You Play?
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Sad...


Who exactly ARE you? (AnImE PiCs)
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Choo's Assignment

Characters:

1. Punch Master:
- short range attack
- flexible attack
- can block and cautch things

2. Kick Master:
- long range attack
- slow attack
- unstable

3. Weapon Master:
- short and long range attack
- don't feel pain
- very pain attack


descriptions:

kick master will success to attack the punch master because long range attack better than short range attack

Punch master will success avoid the weapon master attack because the punch master can hold/avoid the weapon attack

weapon master will easy to win the kick master because the kick master's leg feel pain than the weapon



weapon master will easy to attack the punch master because long range attack better than short range attack

Punch master will success avoid the Kick master attack because the punch master can hold/avoid the kick attack

kick master will easy avoid the weapon master to attack because he can use his leg run away.

Uh, This Is My REAL Assignment...

Once upon a time, during the Ching dynasty, there was a village named Ni Shu Chun in Fo San, province of GuangZhou. In it, there lived 3 people who rivalled each other - namely Se Lang, a barbaric guy, Na Ying, a sissy fellow, and Xie Mei, the prettiest girl in the whole village.



- Character Description -

Se Lang

+ Loves drinking (can take in huge amounts)
+ Goes berserk when enough wine is consumed
- Perverted - he is rendered useless when a beauty is in sight
= Can defeat Na Ying easily, but rendered useless when encounters Xie Mei

Na Ying

+ He is weak, but he has the potential in performing the Drunken Fist
+ Hates bullies (and that includes girls as well)
- Loves drinking but unfortunately, easily drunk... can't take in too much wine
= Can defeat Xie Mei easily, but gets lots of bruises from Se Lang

Xie Mei

+ A VERY pretty girl, was rumored of causing downfalls of most families in the locals
+ Scheming and also a bully, nicknamed "Scorpian Woman"
- Very weak, even a dog will frighten her easily
= Tortures Se Lang with ease, but Na Ying is a pain in the butt to her



So Se Lang can defeat Na Ying with his bashes, Na Ying can defeat Xie Mei with his finger poking, and Xie Mei can mesmerize Se Lang with her beauty, rendering him useless.

Ni Shu Village was also renowned for it's production of the legendary Zui Xian wine. And this wine was also the cause of the rivalry, when Na Ying and Xie Mei were arguing over a bottle of wine. Then Se Lang, who naturally sided the pretty Xie Mei, scared Na Ying away with his brute strength. Se Lang wasn't the type of man Xie Mei prefer, but she found that he can be manipulated easily...



- Effects of the Zui Xian wine towards the characters -

Se Lang

+ Will grow berserk, and becomes sort of a psychotic pervert... scaring Xie Mei away

Na Ying

+ Will activate his Drunken Fist, beating the crap out of Se Lang

Xie Mei

+ Uses a lot of wine to make Na Ying drunk, crippling his conscience

成功之道非于快

今天来个大反常 ， 用华文来写吧 ！

这几日都属于在专心状态内 ， 什么事都尽量尽全力所为吧 。不能怪啦 ，因为这几日都有那么多东西要忙 ， 就连平时我那贪玩的本性也不知飞到哪里去了 。

也许是被近日看的连续剧影响吧 ，得到的灵感也不小吧 。 人人都想出人头地 ， 想要财名兼得 ， 最起码都要在这一世做个成功的人 。 可是要成功 ， 最终还是要靠 ＂ 努力 ＂ 这两个字啦 。

但是 ， 不是每个人都可以成功的 ， 因为有很多外在的因素挡住了成功之道 ， 而且这些因素大都不是在我们掌控之中 。 所以 ， 有些人就选择了一些所谓的快道， 快捷之道是也 。可是 ， 这些快道大都是一些不正之路 ， 都是害人利己的行为 。

近日听说一位友人参加了直销这行业 。 他参加的那一家公司规定每一位新会员都必须缴付庞大的会员费 ， 而他就为了这一行生意而花光了自己以前工作时所得到的薪金 。 如果说这是一项投资 ， 我倒觉得这像是乘着一艘破烂的船寻找黄金岛 ， 九死一生 。 就因为听了一些好听的话 ， 看到一些人士靠着这一条路而争取到一些成就， 就决定抱着 ＂ 冒险就能得到宝 ＂ 这种心理来干这种生意 ， 这样未免太冲动了吧 。 这种生意一点保险都没有 ， 如果万一失败的话 ， 不仅付出的钱财与汗血一去无返 ， 而且还可能落入债台高筑的下场 。 曾经看到在报纸上所报道的新闻 ， ＂ 中学生参与直销 生意失败欠巨债 ＂ ， 意示着天下没有白吃的午饭啊 ！

说到底 ， 最终还是只能靠自己的努力来垦开自己的成功之道呀 。 那位朋友 ， 如果你正好读着我写的这些东西的话 ， 在下只能以四句奉劝 －

临悬勒马方尚早 ，一错再错难回头 ；
若今醒觉未算迟 ，坠落忏悔已太晚 。

朋友 ， 记切 ，记切 ！

Spamming, not Ad Spamming this time...

Found this Juicy Fruit loving park ranger posting comments on a couple of my friends' blogs. Judging from his StatCounter, I think he had managed to spam his way into a quarter of the blogging world. Here's the site - http://juicyfruiter.blogspot.com

Oh yeah here goes one of his comment that I found...

damaris694ariana said...

damn good blog, check out mine http://juicyfruiter.blogspot.com, comments always welcome!

And now here comes the problem... there's a huge contradiction there, because his readers ain't allowed to post any comments. Nope, no comments link at all.

And judging from his blog, we can see how 'efficient' the Richmond Park Rangers are at performing their tasks, thanks to their desperately-needing-attention-towards-self-blog-park-ranger-role-model. Oh please, go back to the woods and stick with your life, buddy.



Update: How many profiles does this park ranger has? Check this out...

shelby321kwame said...

damn good blog, check out mine http://juicyfruiter.blogspot.com, comments always welcome!

Something's wrong... really, really wrong...

Blog Ad Spam

Oh yeah, we're under attack.

Blogger, don't just stand there, do SOMETHING ! There are users who created accounts for the sole purpose of SPAMMING ADS INSIDE THE FREAKING COMMENTS !!!

The Comments ain't some silly place for free advertisements, it's a FEEDBACK OF THE READERS TO THE POST. Anything OTHER than proper comments are NOT allowed. PERIOD.

Ah rats, those people won't even bother reading this post. Screw them and their life. Ah, I forgot, they don't even have a life. How pathetic.

I'm a Cube...

Yes, I ended up as this...

Take the quiz at dicepool.com

Kinda describes me >.<

La Finale

"We bring you the latest news update. 2 people were killed in a traffic accident that occured at..." - crack -

Finally, he woke up, the squeaking radio disturbing his long slumber. The pain in his head stung like a needle that drives through him mercilessly. Adding to it, the afternoon sun penetrated through the dirty windows with the badly-torn curtains, through the dusty air - and into his eyes. Took him a minute or two before he could see anything clearly.

He didn't know how long he had slept, all he remembered was he kept drinking until he lost his consciousness. He didn't even remember his dreams, but he felt dried tears on his cheeks.

Who cares now anyway ? He walked to the washroom, and through the broken mirror he saw the once-brilliant young man, a young chap who had hope and a bright future, and now, he looked no different than someone who lived in the slums. Unshaven for days, uncombed hair, and weary eyes.

Aye, he was ruined. Jealousy, from the people who disliked what he has achieved, and set him up to destroy him. Ignorance, of his ex-employer, who used to look up upon his talents, but now resembles nothing more than a fool, easily-deceived and settled matters according to his emotions.

WHY ? WHY ?!

What did he do to deserve this, this kind of TREATMENT?

Not only did he lost his career, but also his car, house, all his money, and the one he treasured the most - his fiancee, who left him even though he pleaded to her desperately.

FRAMED !!!

The whole thing was a set-up ! That night, that TREACHEROUS night, his colleagues held a party celebrating his promotion. Never did he knew it was part of the darkest plot that was going to overthrow him. He didn't suspect the presence of his employer's young beautiful wife that night, thinking that she'd like to join the fun. Neither was he aware that the drink he had has been spiked by unseen hands. The next thing he knew, he awoke on the bed, next to the woman that he wasn't supposed to touch...

Words spread quickly like the fire in the dry bushes. That very same day, he lost his job, his fiancee, and almost all the things he owned - no, most of it had been placed under her name a week ago before THAT happened...

There's nothing left for him now. There's nothing else he can do now. He was RUINED. RUINED. RUINED...

This will be the last day in the shabby apartment he had rented, for now that tiny amount of money he had had been spent. He could have stayed on for maybe a month with that amount, but he decided not to. Instead, he bought something else...

Some alcohol to drink out his sorrows, a roll of adhesive tape, a box of matches, some rope, and a knife. But most of the money went to the package of industry-strength trinitrotoluene - enough to take out a small building.

He started to assemble them, using his limited knowledge of making fireworks - when he was young, he adored fireworks and often made them for the fun of it, and of course, was punished most of the time by his late mother.

He had no father - he only knew his mother used to be in love with a wretch who ran away with his mistress. Despite that, she managed to raise her only son, singlehanded, until he graduated from university. But for that, she paid the toll for it - cancer took her life away, the day he was about to tell her that he got his first job.

WHY ? WHY WAS IT UNFAIR ?!

The moment he snapped back to reality, cheeks wet, he had completed his final masterpiece. A beauty. A beauty that robs others for their beauty. And THAT, will be his final vengeance.

He dried his face and strapped the device onto his body, and covering it up with a jacket. Then, he took the last swig from his bottle, and walked out of that shabby place, with the radio playing some heavy metal music.

An hour later, the radio cracked and the music was interrupted.

"We interrupt to bring you the latest news. About half an hour ago, an explosion caused by a suicide bomber occured in the XX Towers... " - crack - " ... it was believed that this is not an organized attack..." - the radio fell dead.

Silence.

Mmhm... Mmhm...

Tuesday.

Wasn't feeling like going to campus after my 15-hour slumber (RARE), but Slade kinda dragged me there to listen to some UK dude from Sheffield giving a talk (I heard that he's gonna start a Games Design course in his headquarters soon).

Got to E-Gallery late (1st time there anyway). Seated myself at the rear row beside a lady lecturer which I've never knew before. Everything was going fine until... she starts to "Mmhm... Mmhm..." all the way. For every sentence that guy has spoken, there'll be 2 or 3 "Mmhm" 's from her. Even no-wing, who sat next to me on the other side, gave me the 'glance' that showed his annoyance to her "Mmhm" 's as well.

What a 'great' lecturer. At least she had the both of us 'entertained' while the guy was 'boredom-talking' in front.

Uh-huhuh...

Oh gosh, what an eyesore to the sight of my eyes...

I mean, the grammar typos I can find around me nowadays...



(1) Found on one of the multiple-choice questions in one of my mid-term papers, supposingly...

'Phase Shift Keying'

...but somehow the person who's behind the paper preparations left out the 'f' in the word 'Shift'...



(2) Found on the gates of one of the restricted areas near campus (and my place too...). Reads...

'
No
Admittance
Authorized
Personnel
Only
'

Uh... I wonder if it meant that authorized personnel should keep away ?



(3) The worse of all. Found at the entrance of one of the toilets in KL Sentral. It reads...

'Beware Of Your Belongings'

Wow. It sounds a lot like my luggage might turn alive and will attempt to bite my butt off.



Welcome to Malaysia...

Typing Trash All The Way For This Week

This starts to drive me crazy.

I mean, the way I'm floating in my life. Imagine I'm the cloud, with the wind driving me anyway it likes.

I hate that feeling, you know. Unable to hold to the reins of my own life. But in the same time, I'm comfortable with THAT feeling, and the dilemma is killing me.

With 2 weeks without blogging, and the feeling's kind of unnatural. I can'r say that I'm without Internet access, because I've stationed my PC in John's house. Environment? Probably. His room was kinda stuffy and hot. Maybe I should find a better environment to solve this problem, or perhaps, fight for the Internet access for my place ASAP.

Not only uninspired, but my senses were dulled. My knifing skills in Dispatch Of Army were rotting, not to mention the bad temper I always get when dealing with scum who doesn't know how to read the room title's that read "KNIFE-ONLY". Speaking of temper, I was emotionally affected recently. Gah, I better vent these off before I hit the headlines in the latest suicide attempt.

Oh yeah, my parents got a new Toyota Innova, and it seems that the sale of the old Wira was aborted because the buyer couldn't afford the loan. Maybe I should ask Mum whether I can take it or not ? :D

High's & Low's Of My Life

My blog has become something like a weekly post now (no Internet access at Cyberia T_T), but better than NOT posting at all.

Last week's another busy one, big events, recruitments for high committees for clubs and the usual 'rituals', classes that's much more effective than lullabies, assignments that sucked life out of us, and as for me and maybe another couple of unlucky guys out there - total isolation from the world.

It was last Thursday that nearly killed me; all of a sudden, I felt that my life totally sucks. Nothing interesting, nothing appealing. 3 classes that day, 2-4pm, 4-6pm and 6-7pm, but I went off in the middle of the 2nd class and totally skipped the last.

The moment I got off, boredom came in like an overwhelming tide. Damn. Maybe it's because of all the excitement from I-Wesak Night the previous night. Being busy, working so hard to help out so the event can be successful, and most of all - I get to meet with various people and talk to them. Sounds weird, right? But that's what this university lacks of - interaction between students. At least this event serves as a platform where most of us can be together and express ourselves. But well, event's still an event, and the thing is that every event will eventually end, as there's impermanence in everything.

After dinner with a couple of friends that Thursday, I went back to my apartment and lied on my bed, feeling bad, with the speakers of my PC playing "Wo Li Kai" (I'm Leaving) from Tarcy Su. Then I slept and woke up at 11pm, after 2 hours of sleep. Then I spent the rest of the twilight hours in reading and slacking around.

I decided, after the first class that ends at Friday noon, that I'll be following a couple of pals to Subang Jaya, skipping the 4pm class that day. At least, I was back in control of my life again. After an enjoyable lunch in one of the Chinese food store in SJ, my 2 pals went for a MtG session in a specialist store while I settled myself in a cafe nearby, slaying people in the knife-only room in the online FPS, Dispatch of Army. At 5pm, we bought our take-away dinners, and headed back to Cyberia, and went for a swim in the swimming pool at my apartment area, with another couple of guys. After that, dinner and I headed off to the D&D session that night. At least this day replaced Thursday's doom-like boredom.

Come to think of it, maybe it's time I schedule myself for something this Thursday. Don't want the boredom to repeat itself again though. Well until then, let me stop here for today =P

I'm Not The Waiter, Dammit !

Last night I attended a dinner in my ex-primary school. As the attendaance was more than 4k, the waiting crew were too busy to pay much attention in their service.

(1) A dirty cup. Well, it's not the typical dirty cup you'll normally get to see, stain marks or grease. Instead, there was a dead leech-like organism in it (I'm not sure what is it anyway, but it does look like a leech. Yuck...), covered in layers of dust. And it was too late when we discovered it, as my baby cousin drank from that cup, and we all thought that was a Chinese Tea leaf.

(2) As I mentioned above, the waiters were too busy to pay attention on the customer's needs. None of them came to refill out the tea flasks and the ice buckets, so me and my sis volunteered to go and get it ourselves for 3 tables.

On the way there, the people on the other tables, who were sharing the same problems and frustrated as well, saw the both of us carrying the flask and buckets, and they thought the both of us were serving and threw their pathetically bad temper at us. Rude sounds like "Hey" & "Hoi" were heard among the places where we passed by.

Damn, if I have to explain to everyone that we're not waiters, I'd die of thirst. So we ignored those clowns and charged through, with the thought of "Haha, you losers ! Get them yourself, lazybummers !"

When we reached there, we got our stuff thanks to the directions from the dishwashers (strange, right?), and rushed back to our tables, going through another round of "Hey" 's & "Hoi" 's.

P/S To Waiter from Waiter Rant, if you're reading this, of course... You'd puke blood the moment you see those bunch of undeserving morons. I wonder what acts will you pull when you serve them, Heheheh...

Network Marketing = Spider Web Luring Flies

Heck, this world of mine is going haywire. Espacially with the fact that some friends act more like spambots rather than humans.

It's like mushrooms after the rain - suddenly most of the kids I used to know are involved in network marketing, or maybe in their minds, money-making business. People whom I used to know back in middle school (heck, I've lost contact with most of them for a long time) pops out from nowhere, and they managed to dish out my phone number in amazing ways. Then they will invite me out for some coffee, and in the middle of some conversation they will bring out a file containing a whole load of crap, and thus their one-vs-one presentation commences - which most of the time I'm dreaming my time away instead of listening.

This is growing into an unhealthy trend. In the university which I'm attending, a lot of people are participating -and perhaps fighting each other for competition - in this 'business'. People whom I called friends are now people who are ordered by some-unknown-hand to use their own friends as their source of income. No, not their income, but the some-unknown-hand's income. Dammit.

Money drives people nuts. Or rather, people drives themselves nuts with money. The desire of wealth has turned many people into something that's inhuman at all. And that's the price to be paid for Greed, something like a contract with the Devil.

A few weeks ago, I saw this on the headlines of some paper : "Middleschooler involving in network marketing owes debts." Is this supposed to happen to a kid who's supposed to enjoy his/her teens ? Who's responsible for pulling that poor fellow into this mess ? I'd say nobody will. Because that damned fellow who set up the organization and started the whole thing, who took all the credits of being the founder and who took MOST of the profits from his/her victims (including my friends), will only KEEP QUIET AND REMAIN SILENT about this unfortunate event. And I'm not joking about this.

That's why I vowed to myself not to participate any of those, despite how TEMPTING the profits are, as described by my friends. The game of trust is nothing more than a gamble, and you lose more than you will gain in gambling.

Oh by the way...

Friend wanted me to print & deliver a couple of letters to a Buddhist organization. He sent me the letters via e-mail, but I didn't dare to read through it.

Why? Because I want to keep away from picking the grammar mistakes inside the letter. With one eye closed I printed out the letter and am now preparing to send out the letter.

Mum, who was just aside and took a short glance into the letter, commented :"Huh, Uni student's level of English."

......

Jackass

Nosy people are annoying; noisy people, maybe not that bad.

But combine these two into one person, and you'll maximise the effect of annoyance.

Was helping Mum cleaning up after dinner that day. I was cleaning the tablecloth with a bound-to-explode stomach, and due to that much of inefficiency I was being labelled by Mum as "worse than a girl". (Yikes)

Then, exactly after one second, we heard someone laughing behind our house and we fell silent, surprised. Apparently, one of the ladies working in the signboard-making company behind our house overheard our conversation. And she had a 'good' reputation of laughing resembling a jackass (well, wanna put in hyena but I decided to be honest here.)

Lesson learnt here: Eavesdropping is already rude enough, but laughing at what you're eavesdropping ON THE SPOT makes you a jerk.

Driving License Drives You Crazy Instead - Finale

Oh blast where was I? Oh yeah, the final one...

Went there with another candidate (a girl now in Form 6), and we ended up chatting for the whole day while waiting. Uh wait, that's not only that :(

Anyway, both of us were in different groups, and it appears that my group was called out first to perform the parking +++ test. The moment I was in the queue, I felt like I was in Heaven. Imagine, 6 Chinese girls in front, and 5 girls behind (though most are Malay, the prettiest Chinese girl was among them) I guess Lady Luck smiled on me, though I don't believe in luck anymore.

Anyway, I passed the test well, then proceeded to wait for the on-road test. And dammit, I've waited till lunch break, then the Muslims have to go for their prayers (it was Friday) and well, I went for lunch with the girl and her friend which coincidently was taking the test too.

Well, life have never been that sweet. For that few moments I felt like a jerkass that deserved to be with the opposite gender.

Anyway, after lunch, it wasn't long before we were called to hit the roads. The girl was first, and five minutes later she was driven back by her instructor to the center. She was quite unhappy about it, and her friend and I spent a couple of hours trying to get her out of it.

Then, it was my turn. For the first few moments, I had problems with the clutch and that instructor told me to turn back (dammit), but I pretended that I couldn't get what he said, and that fellow shut his mouth up because the problem was fixed and he couldn't say anything about it. And well, I passed the remaining stuff without failure, and it's a Pass.

Then it was the girl's friend's turn, and she too was unlucky, only this time she was instructed to drive back instead of being driven back.

Actually I didn't feel good about passing it. Mum had arranged some undercounter process for that. But all of us had concluded that, it's still best to get it pass with paying that rather than going for repeats, which literally will cost more than that. It wasn't nice, but there's no choice for that :(

The girl was still depressed, and I treated her a drink to cheer her up.I did that for the sake of myself too, because I wasn't in a good mood for the 'dirty' Pass.

Ah damn it, to hell with those corrupted systems !

Codename:Lazy

I'm getting lazy to post nowadays. Thanks to fatigue from the accounting stuff and the driving test.

I will post what happened during my driving test tomorrow, but I doubt that, since Elder Sis is going to hog at my comp for Maple Story.

Driving License Drives You Crazy Instead - Part 5

Yeah, I sort of 'vowed' to myself that I will not be writing until the 16-hour driving lessons are complete. Stupid oath, because it's just an excuse for me not to write =P

Anyway, let's look back at what happened during the whole week of driving practice.

Day 1, May 11th, 2 pm - 5 pm

Well, the instructor (let's call him Mech, since I have no idea what his name is and also he gave me an impression of a mechanic instead of an instructor) came to my house more than 1 hour late, and it turned out that Mech have to drop someone before he can fetch me. Then, without wasting time, we drove off to the famous Kelana Jaya Training Center (it's been there for years, I can't even remember when it was there in the 1st place).

Mech taught me about how to make the car move by releasing the clutch a little, and then he made me practice changing between the 1st gear and the reverse gear. Then he had me doing it alone while he went somewhere (I don't know where, but I reckoned he went for a pee or coffee or something)

After some time, he returned and had me making rounds within the tracks, which includes bypassing the slope without stopping, and well, the day went through pretty well easily.


Day 2, May 12th, 10 am - 2 pm

Mech improved by coming 40 minutes late. He taught me about the slope - it's Hell if you have a terrible sense of timing. It took me a few tries, retries and embarassingly, dead engines before I finally caught the right timing and the techniques to perform it perfectly. I found myself having trouble with the clutch, a nightmare that's scary enough to drive people into using auto transmission instead. But well, I was happy that I managed to force myself to do it right =D. Only thing that pissed me off was that some noob students from the nearby secondary decided to jaywalk at the slope area, which made me nervous of their existence. They never consider the chances that they could have been robbed of their lives under the hands of a road newbie. Idiots.

(Oh, did I tell you that, for the 4 long hours, Mech slept in the car for 3 with me driving the car like a timebomb that will explode anytime?)

Anyway, when it's time to go home, Mech did something I bet he'd do the same to the other students - forcing his student to drive back home. He had me cruising on the LDP, take the exit near Western Digital to the road that leads to my house, and in between there are a couple of turns and twists.

Day 3, May 13th, 2 pm - 6 pm

If the last 2 days were easy, this day easily fits the description of HELL. Mech had me going for side-parking practices, and I practiced it all alone that afternoon, sweating to the heat with the car at the brink of overheating. Mech managed to return before I exploded, and he had me going for a try for the 3-point turn, and then the slope. Then he had me going for rounds in side-parking - 3-point turn - slope sequence.

As a result or too much steeering, my arms and fingers felt like they do not belong to me anymore. But luckily Mech permitted me to have a break before he left for his coffee break, and I pulled the car to the side for some rest and get my hands washed, before continuing the same thing over and over again for the last 2 hours.

Mech made me drive back home again. I was lucky my hands were still functioning, despite it suffers the same pain in conjunction with my waist, legs and feet.

Day 4, May 14th, 11 pm - 1 pm

Today came as a surprise for me. The white Kancil came in punctually, and me, dumbstruck while holding my lunch box, hurried out to find that a lady I haven't met before was there waiting for me. At first I thought there was some mistake, but the lady said that she actually came for me. Then, the next thing I knew, the lady let me drive all the way to Section 17, with Mum and Sis Jr. watching me driving away from home =_=".

After a few traffic lights, a roundabout, lots of turns and loads of yelling by the lady, we safely arrived to the place where my L license was to be collected. After that, I drove back to PJ via LDP, and out from the Western Digital exit, and once again the lady wanted me to drive through another round to Section 17 and back again (whoa~), and later we proceed to the KJ training center and I had a 'revision' on the 3 events before returning home.

(Later I found out that she's Judy's mother...)

Day 5, May 15th, 2 pm - 7 pm or longer

This came as a BIGGER surprise; 12:30pm Judy's Mum called, saying that the instructor that's supposed to fetch me had met up with a fire accident, so the lessons were postponed to the next day, 10 am. How fateful.

Day 4, May 16th, 10 am - 7 pm

Judy's Mum was punctual as usual, and she let me drive again - this time, all the way to Puchong. Apparently she have a couple of students to pick up, and I'm supposed to be fetched by Judy but she was busy, so her Mum came instead.

The journey was nice; highways are actually easy because they are broad and there's some space for errors. Anyway, she took over when we reached the 1st student's house (Indian lady, married), and then after fetching the 2nd student (Peter, Chinese kid, 2 years younger than me)we were on our way to Hulu Langat, where out test venue was located.

On the way Judy's Mum briefed through some stuff tips about driving and the driving test, and once we reached there, we found ourselves doing the things we have practiced for the past few days. Then, the Indian lady and me took the trial test (Peter couldn't go for it that soon because he accidently left his IC and L license at home; it was later brought to him by Judy), and we managed to pass it properly. Then later on, we were tutored one by one by Judy's Mum for the on-the-road test.

That wasn't an easy thing to do; it involves a lot of stopping and handbraking, even though most of the time it sounds annoying to have to handbrake behind the barely visible white lines.

Anyway, the both of us got through that with another load of yellings from Judy's Mum, and later it was Peter's turn to do that, after he got through the trail test, of course. Because of that, all of us went back 3 hours late from scheduled.

I reached home at around 7pm, and boy, the 16 hours are over, and what I need too do now is to memorize all the steps and simulate the situations whenever possible to enhance my skills for the upcoming real test at Friday, 8am.

Time & It's Tale

Went back to Muar, Johor this Saturday, to celebrate Mother's Day with Grandma (Dad's Ma, that is) . Left at 4pm. Can't remember much about the journey except telling Mum about the geodesic dome on top of the hill nearby the KLIA PLUS exit, then next thing I knew, we were already in Muar City.

Yes, Muar, Bandar Maharani, the City of the Empress, once the place that nearly got the chance to be the spot for hosting one of the greatest empires in Malay history, but the founder Parameswara has his eyes on Malacca instead.

The moment my eyes opened, the scenary of streets, cars and people filled in. It's always good to see such a lively scene, much more alive than a modern city like Kuala Lumpur, at least.

Streets that are crowded with slow-moving traffic, people walking around the place, motorcycles, bicycles, and old shophouses with zinc roofs and pillars with Chinese signboards on it. Ah... what a sight.

Since we reached Muar earlier than we expected, the 5 of us went to a coffee shop to get some drinks. The coffee shop was splendid; a corner lot, interiors decorated simply with a mirror and a glass rack filled with medals and trophies, with a nice view of the traffic of cars and people, resembling the Chinese version of a sidewalk cafe. The customers in the shop, guys who sat alone drinking, were trying to kill time by watching the flow moving around.

Dad & Mum ordered coffee while my Younger Sis and Bro had barley, and I got myself a nice cup of tea. I observed the paintwork on one of the walls of the shophouses at the opposite - for a shophouse that has stood for at least forty years, it was painted with cyan to make it look new; yet the rough surface beneath tells another story - a story about what it has witnessed during it's younger times.

"Since when", Mum suddenly asked, "was the last time we had evening tea?"

"Well, we're too busy with our lives for evening tea." I replied.

She smiled. "Yeah, try to think what we normally do at this time, 6:30 in the evening. We're working..."

"Or either," I interrupted, "we're stuck in the jam right now." All of us laughed.

Yeah, it's no longer the age where people still have the time to breath anymore. Everything has changed - and nothing changes except for Change itself...

Anyway, we didn't stay for long, as Time doesn't permit a pause in it's journey. We finished off our drinks, and proceeded to the car and moved on to the restaurant where we're supposed to have dinner with Grandma and the rest of our relatives.

Thoughts...

Went to the Chinese Medicinal Hall to buy some herbs. Mum dropped me there while she went to look for somewhere to park her car, and she gave me a list of the herbs so the shopkeeper could refer to what she wants.

While I was there, I found myself standing next to an elderly lady, quite old, maybe near 70. Her back was slightly crooked, and wrinkles are everywhere around her, but well she was quite energetic. Her voice was strong while she reminded one of the shopkeepers about the special price quoted by the boss, and when she finally leave, her pace was fast despite her disadvantage of her body structure. I found myself struck with awe.

For that moment, I thought about my Grandma who stays in Muar, Johor. She was still energetic and could walk around freely and chat with the neighbours, before the accident occured during the end of 2003. She felled off the staircase, and as a result her arm was broken and the back of her head was severed due to the impact on the ground. As a result she was sent to the ICU, and she suffered from a certain level of amnesia that, she could remember old stuff but the newer memories were forgotten.

She had 5 daughters and 6 sons (including my Dad), but there was a cold war between them, and it too affects the priorities about the care needed by Grandma. It took quite a while before everything was *almost* restored to order. "11 children wasn't quite an easy task to raise", I thought, "yet Grandma ended up like this."

I thought back about myself too. Have I ever cared about Dad & Mum too? Not most of the time. So later on, I fetched Mum a cup of warm water to wash down the saltiness caused by our noodles for dinner, without her asking to do so.

Well, it's still not enough though. But I'll try my best again.

The Struggle of One

For countless years I fought a war
Against an enemy unknown, unfamiliar to me
I know I have to fight
But I don't exactly know why

And the more I tried to understand
To strike with all my strength
To bring down the enemy
In return, I won nothing but mere frustration

Yet I did not stop; something within me
Drives me whenever I fall
Whips me, kicks me like a beast
That deserves punishment upon any rest I have

And the cycle goes on and on
Without a moment to pause
Not even giving a break when I sleep
Returning in the form of nightmares to haunt me

Aye, when I looked back into the years
that passed behind me and turned into the past
Tides of turmoils is what I see
And I was tired, yet I couldn't stop

I have to be grateful
For all the hardship, all the pain
Had shaped me into something
That, right now, stands in my shoes

Then it occured; within gratitude
I experienced something bitter - regrets
Mistakes I did, Chances that slipped
All like smooth silk which my hand couldn't grasp

I saw something within the darkness
And I have no idea what it is
But somehow it was something familiar
And it is part of what my enemy was

Through the dull vision I saw a glimpse of shine
A mirror, surrounded by curtains of whirling smoke
I was confused, my heart ridiculed
Was this what I fought for all these years?

Filled with curiosity, I stepped ahead
With both hands I pulled away the curtain
And surprise there was for me, within it
A reflection, none other than mine

Dumbstruck, I don't know whether to cry
Or to laugh for being the fool I had been
Had known better but had ignored that
No enemy is greater than One's own self

Within my heart, like a dagger strikes
There was pain; pain of the truth
The price to pay for the answers
Yet it has relieved me from my cruel sentence

Like a key to the lock
That for years, binds me with questions
I've begin to understand the reasons
Of the struggle I've been through

Desire, Arrogance, Ignorance
Of denied Truth accepted on surface
Like strings that are tied to my hands and feet
Swaying to the haunting melody on the stage

I sat down, tired and depressed
I had enough, but there's no stop to it
For finally, this neverending War shall break
Both me and my enemy, the moment we cease to breath

Becareful Now...

Weather's getting tricky here, and now more & more of my family members (and friends too) had fallen sick.

Me? Well I've recovered 90% but my mind's troubled nowadays, espacially when it's in May and it's in the holidays and I'm feeling more & more useless. Time to pack up some of my mood now. I need to revive my own old self, before I fall furthur into the Abyss of Doom. And I seek Forgiveness, Will & Courage, which I'm lacking now. And most of the time, I have been lying to my own self, with prayers and false hopes. And I mustn't continue doing so.

Well, as soon as after I get a couple of things sorted out, I'll try my best to make the next step. No matter what or how, I have to face what's in front of me, sooner or later.

Today I Wrote A Whole Load of Bull...

Thanks to the heavy dose of Chinese medicine and some Paracetamol, now my nose stops running. But well, I started coughing now, due to the itchiness caused by some phlegm stuck in my throat. How annoying.

Well, going to Muar this Saturday. Speaking of which, I hadn't visit there for CNY (in fact I was sort of stuck in MMU for more than 5 weeks since CNY). I heard a lot of sh!t that's happening on my relatives. Yes a lot of sh!t.

I've always joked that if someone wrote a book about the things that happened in my dad's family, it's gonna be a bestseller (and maybe it might grab the Pulitzer).

Ah I don't give a damn about all those sh!t. I've been grateful that Dad & Mum hold on to their principles and didn't do anything that embarasses the family. Seems like I need more practice.

Oh well, let's hope this week isn't that bad. Hopefully my health improves so that I can arrange some plans on certain things.

Can't Sleep

Damn, a running nose is already enough to cause trouble while I sleep. I was half-awake when my nostrils were blocked, and I could have gone back to sleep again - if not for my neighbour's dog barkings and whinings.

My neighbour has two - stupid - dogs that will bark at anyone, including those people that they've seen for a few years. Everytime when I pass by that house (or just anyone), they will rush to the gate and starts barking. Those dogs never learn.

But I do not blame the dogs, because they are beasts and beasts have a hard time trying to understand humans. I'm actually frustrated about their master(s). Who in the world will put a dog (occasionally) at their backyard and let it yelp and bark and whine in the moments of twilight (5am) without attending to it? I don't know if they are paranoid or something to place their dog at the backyard to prevent robbers and thieves, but it is a bad idea if you let it awake your neighbours from their sleep.

Well I'm not against the banning against dog ownership in Malaysia (it's quite a nonsense if you ask me), but I'm against irresponsible dog owners, or irresponsible people who think they are "good" dog owners.

Argh, I don't know what to do now, since I lost my mood to sleep. My stomach is rumbling now, and maybe I'll get some hot chocalate, and then see what I can do.

Sick :(

Well, my worse nightmares have appeared in the form of influenza. I'm getting a hard time breathing, and my running nose ad constant sneezes keeps me away from my normal activities, my favourite food and the fan (damn it's freaking hot...)

I'm not the only one sick in the house. Bro's coughing, and both of us were were under Quarantine. We're having a hard time watching Dad, Mum & my younger sis getting their chances to eat nie food.

Oh, hope that I get well soon...

Driving License Drives You Crazy Instead - Part 4

The lady (later found out that her name was Judy) was late by half an hour again, but I've got used to it already.

What I didn't expect was she came with a van this time - and without air-conditioning. It turns out that today she had more people to fetch than usual, and I turned out to be the first guy on the list. Next stop we went to fetch the guy who took the papers with me previously. Then the remainder were girls... one from Tropicana, 3 from Section 17, and a couple of them from Subang whom were transferred by another guy to Damansara before they board the van we were taking. Then we're off to the old place again, Taman Sri Muda... *Zzz I slept on the way heheh*

Once we were there (with unkempt hair, undoubtly), the Subang lot and one of them from Section 17 were ushered to their first lessons, while me and the remaining lot proceed to a canopy (let's call it A) next to the practice/testing course to register and waited under another canopy (B it shall be) across the field. We sat there - feeding mosquitoes and - listening to the fellow in front talking about the common stuff we should know in a much casual way. Then we got transferred back to A again (what the hell...) but this time that fellow demonstrated the stuff he wanna teach with a car as his reference. Nice try :) .

Soon it was noon, and we have our break, which was much longer than the one I had during my first lesson. Then after that, I proceeded to the front of the classroom which we were going to have our next lesson. Then I talked to the guy Swee Chun, and found out that actually he's a friend of Jowen's. Then we found ourselves chattering from that moment onwards.

Finally the next lesson started (much much much later), but it was quite disappointing - the old chap in front was basically REPEATING the stuff that was taught to us earlier this morning, and the room was FREAKING HOT due to it's antique-looking air conditioner. Unable to take this anymore, the both of us resorted to our own private chat. It was lucky we managed to kill time just like that.

Then, we took the initiative to talk to the girl from Tropicana, and we ended up consulting her for her future because she didn't know where to go and what to do after her Sijil Penilaian Malaysia (our senior middle high final year paper). But it was a pleasant session.

Soon after the girls who were attending the first lesson came out, we immediately set off to our homes (with more chatting now, of course).

Sigh... have to wait till Monday before I get the issuement of my "L" license...

The Luftwaffe

Tonight it didn't rain.

Mum was scrubbing stuff in the kitchen while I hung up the clothes that had been washed. And it was a few moments before they start appearing like the Luftwaffe...

Yes, they are much more advanced, smarter and much much more annoying now. They have learned the ways to evade the weapons of Man to counter them, and they know the smell of Death very well, and had combined their senses with their swift, stealthy flying patterns. Behold the new generation of Man's most annoying enemy, the Culicidae aka mosquito.

All of them who suck blood are females; the males suck plant juice instead. My dislike for them doesn't quite come from the itchy sores that the buzzers left after feeding up on some of my blood, but instead it's their habit of flying around my face and purposely buzzing in my ears that make me hate them very, very much.

Dad brought the Zapper from upstairs, and started to raid the hotspots. But the annoying buzzers are damn *&^%$#@! smart; they seem to identify what the heck that piece of racket-like human technology is. After a few rounds of raids, Dad left the Zapper on dining table, but it came useful when both Mum & I were at the kitchen area.

Mum passed me the racket after failing to zap down the few buzzers that annoyed her; and the slaughter begins. No sooner than I brought the Zapper to the clothsline, I returned to Mum's side to try to kill the buzzers that's trying annoy Mum again; a nasty psychological trick to fool them. True enough, a few of them came back to 'attack' Mum again, and they weren't fast enough to realize it was a trap... until they fled when I have killed a couple of them.

It didn't end there; more seem to pop up from nowhere. Soon there's goes my third kill parading near Mum's legs; and another one annoying me in the face and thought that provoking me was fun, but she didn't thought that it'd be the last fun of hers to enjoy; then Mum alerted me again and another two down; there was one occasion where I zapped at least 2 in one whish, and in the meantime Mum caught a couple of them barehanded. And I have to do the killings while hanging the cloths, and they always come and annoy me during the moments where I'm trying to hang the clothes on the hanger. I lost count after number 8, but I reckoned I killed more than 10.

Mum urged me to finish up the cloths-hanging session and retreat. Before we leave the place, we have to close up all the windows and the doors to prevent more buzzers from coming in - something which we don't normally do before we go to sleep.

(P/S Oh yeah, I'm actually typing this post right after the whole thing, and now I'm going to sleep - driving lessons start tomorrow and Mum's nagging at me now to go to sleep. Wish me luck and wait till I tell you guys about the stuff I'll encounter tomorrow in my next post, Driving License Drives You Crazy Instead - Part 4)