Been Some Time Since I Blogged...

2 weeks, to be precise. Seems like I kind of lost the feel to type, anyway.

New trimester year started last week - though it's on the same priority list as World Cup 2006, which is under the big "I DON'T CARE" category.

Though I must admit - this year the new girls are pretty though.

Nah. Can see, but cannot hold. Even I've been leading a single life for more than 20 years, but I'm not that desperate to go and try to score on every one of them.

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Due to Streamyx's traffic shaping, I've been suffering from slow BT downloads. To heck with them - their server was lousy, yet they blame it on the P2P users. Typical Bolehland attitude.

A week ago, I was forced to switch from ABC to BitComet - it was most unfortunate that my ABC client was infected by some Trojan Horse, and 4 of the ongoing downloads have to be aborted and I have to redownload them again.

But, the change was worthy though - after I switched to BitComet, the download speeds skyrocketed, thanks to it's Protocol Encryption technology. The moment I saw 20kb/s on 2 downloads, I was so moved I almost cried on the spot. And when it took almost a week to download those 4 incomplete downloads with ABC, BitComet got them back within 2 days.

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I don't know what to write anymore, except maybe the emptiness in my mind. I have ideas, but I don't know where to start from. I need a kickstart - and I need it badly.

It's time for me to change. For the better, at least.

Dad Didn't Have Enough Of Them

I just received a call.

Mum phoned me to tell me that Dad received a call. Apparently someone is interested in renting the place.

一个依懒人。

I felt the strong urge to scream on top of my lungs.

F !!!
Damn it, didn't they have enough of the 野蛮人 ?! And on top of it, getting RID of him was already more than enough nuiscance work. GAHHHH, I should've told them about that Saturday night incident to scare them a little.

NO.
There is NO way I'm letting them into my house anymore. I'm sick of this.

Grahh, I better SMS my Mum now. Tell them about that incident. GRAAGGGHHH.

球风 - 球疯

哇噻。好久没用华文写博客了。

昨天是世杯的开幕，但我可没兴趣像别人一样疯狂似地去追看人家追着一粒球满场跑 - 甘愿睡觉去啰。。。

很‘显’。今天回到Cyberia来，这里的那些餐馆都摆出他们的电视机出来让那些家里没电视机的‘小朋友们’观赏足球赛。其中一间还买了一个projector摆在星空之下让球迷看大荧幕。嘻嘻，如果下雨的话就有好戏看啰。

Anyway,‘球风’效应导致整个Cyberia好像空城般的。但这样也好，少了那些喜欢三更半夜开bass开到大大的猴子实在是心中的一把relief，多出了我最需要的那一份冷静。

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Side note: 今天走路回家的时候看到了一个不该看到的画面。看到那个野蛮人被一个黑人吻脸颊（这是他们应该有的见面礼吗？！）。我要低头假装没看到的时候，他竟然转过头来和我招手。。。我的脸被他搞到还有哪里可以容啦?! 他可真厚脸皮死啦。

不是我看不起同性恋，但是。。。 麻烦可以不要在人人都会经过的楼梯上大庭广众公开展出你的光荣行为吗?! 他是同性恋，我几个礼拜前已经心里有数了。他是回教徒，我也无话可说。可是现在竟然这样在我眼前‘搞过了’再和我招手。天收他呀。。。

Thought Of The Day : Death

Was travelling with family to Sungai Buloh (somewhere at the outskirts of KL). Near the toll plaza at the end of the LDP, there was a traffic congestion at the opposite side of the road.

And the familiar black bag was laying on the center of the road.

Dad told us to turn our heads away. But from the side of my eyes, I could make out the shape of a crushed motorcycle just nearby the bag.

My thoughts were whirling within my mind as our car went past the toll plaza.

One week ago, there was another accident that occured on top of the highway flyover within the vincinity of that area.

A car slammed into the center of the flyover and erupted into flames. Four died. Among the four, two of them panicked and ran out of the car - and fell into the gap at the center of the flyover.

That flyover was more than 20 meters tall. Maybe 30.

Then again, my thoughts whirled even wilder.

Two weeks ago, the quake in Indonesia. Thousands died. Survivors, homeless and penniless, showed up on CNN with their blank expressions on their faces, hurt of their present and undetermined of their future.

They have to sleep in the graveyeards. The living among the dead.

Suddenly as I was recalling pictures from the papers and TV, Dad interrupted my thoughts with his comment.

"Most of these accidents weren't mentioned on the papers, just because they are immigrants."

Just because they are outsiders, eh?

I remembered last year's National Day. A foreign senior student staying in the block next to my Cyberia penthouse's block fell from the 5th floor. Headfirst.

Nothing about that was reported on the news, except for an obituary in the university's online bulletin.

I recalled a phrase. Quoted quite a number of times by a number of people.

"Deaths are just like statistics."

It can't be helped, I thought. Nothing can.

I closed my eyes. Mentioned a prayer.

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When I returned home today, I converted all the thoughts into words, and placed it here in this old blog of mine.

Played this song while I was writing. Something that's relevant to what I have in mind for the day.

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Dear God

词:陶喆,娃娃曲:陶喆

刚刚看完六点半的新闻
那悲剧又重演
有个妈妈拿着儿子的相片
期盼他会出现
看不下那画面
我转过头却开始流泪
是惩罚是考验
还要有多少的心碎
爱爱在这个世界上爱已被忘记
谁都不相信谁都不相信
相信爱哎哎
真理和公平都变成了笑话
我不愿意住在这样的城市里
话题都围绕在腥色暴力
有八卦没想法
计算逃避人人都在玩游戏
没有钱没人理你
我心里很愤怒
只能冷酷让自己麻木
拿生命做赌注
这些疯狂还要多久
爱爱在这个世界上有没有意义
没有人在乎没有人在乎
没有爱哎哎
我真的很想要开口骂脏话
不是我的错不是我的错
别怪我 dear god
为什么你闭上眼不想想办法
装做看不见装做看不见
告诉我哎哎
告诉我把爱找回来的方法
因为我无法离开这个鬼地方
(我没有办法离开 no no)这个鬼地方(这个鬼地方)
它还是我的家
刚刚看完远方传来的消息
像恶梦在继续
给点力量让自己能活下去
dear god
你在哪里
na na na....
wo wo wo...
yeah yeah yeah...

Taiwanese Dramas SUCK. Period.

Whenever Pei my younger Sis turns on the TV, I felt like killing people.

It's her favorite *coughstupidcough* Taiwanese TV drama again. Damn.

I have to turn on some crazy music (most of the time, anime) to distract myself from it and calm myself down.

Right until now, I've always been an "Anti-Taiwanese TV Drama Series Protestor" (I'd shorten it as 'ATTDSP'). Long since the days of F4 roaming the airs in their Meteor Garden days, when I felt like puking over their sissy-like long hair. And one thing that I don't understand is that why there are fans worshipping them like gods during their popular days. Now their popular days are over. Nothing heard about them now, except for rumors of them once in a while. Rest in peace, Fag 4.

It's not like I don't watch TV, but it seems I had no other choice left, as the local TV channels are plagued with those Taiwanese dramas due to popular demand. Pfftbleh. Most Taiwanese dramas out there are heavily composed of Japanese cultural elements - way too much until they are nothing more than plagiarisation. Maybe that's why I prefer anime over Taiwanese dramas - at least for animes, they have a lot of room to develop a pretty good, decent story.

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Back to reality. Now I felt like swearing, and I really mean it. Right now Mum's scolding me for turning the music too loud, when the TV speakers are booming all over the living room. Damn. How I wish my PC could be located somewhere else, like my room upstairs. Can't I get some peace of my own ?!

Grahh. I don't care now. Let them complain about the volume. I just want to distract myself from that stupid show, and that's all.