Title-less.

2 down.

1 to go.

In desperate need of sleep and a hair dryer.

Mamaked at Kayu today and had the best (most expensive omg) nasi kandar ever while watching a shuttle fly from one end of the net to the other. MAN. How sleek is that?

Needless to say LCW got into the finals.

I may be living through a moment of history.

The script.

Koo and Tan. =(

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Life would be a whole lot easier if there was a thick dialogue script you can refer to.

Scream.

Mew. Choo. FAUGHT. T___T

It's hilarious how people can react to changing numbers. l and k damn drama.

I tthink wl will agree.

SHITT. The results damn :(

This is me.

RIP Chef.

MEMPHIS, Tenn. - Isaac Hayes, the pioneering singer, songwriter and musician whose relentless "Theme From Shaft" won Academy and Grammy awards, has been found dead at home. He was 65.


The Shelby County Sheriff's Office says a family member found Hayes unresponsive near a treadmill on Sunday. He was pronounced dead about an hour later at Baptist East Hospital in Memphis. The cause of death was not immediately known.

In the early 1970s, Hayes laid the groundwork for disco, for what became known as urban-contemporary music and for romantic crooners like Barry White. And he was rapping before there was rap.

His career hit another high in 1997 when he became the voice of Chef, the sensible school cook and devoted ladies man on the animated TV show "South Park."

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Inventor of Chocolate Salty Balls is dead. RIP Isaac Hayes.

YAY.

TVants. Nuff said.

I wished I was brainy enough to come up with a program like that. Just recently, I got to know one thing that i'll treasure for a long long time. P2PTV. I can watch Mythbusters, Mnet, SBS, MBC.... OMIGAWD. I HAVE TV NOW! YAY!

But the fact that this beauty is created by a group of university students from China makes me feel inaddequate. I have not invented something that contributed to mankind. And there's more. I have not uploaded a single video on Youtube. I have not got on my butt to make a short film like how I aspire to do (I know I damn poser wongfu wannabe but wongfu ftw). I have not done my f pile of assignments. I have not prod my fingers into Macromedia Flash 8. I have not struck lottery. I haven't save a life.

I HAVE NOT DONE ALOT OF THINGS IN MY LIFE.

I have lived almost 2 decades of my life but what have I done really?

But I lived through something that backfired.


So maybe it ain't so bad. ;)

Pity the people with no telly.

As of now, Kari is angsty. She is streaming the opening ceremony of the Olympics in a weird language we don't understand and I'm robbing my neighbour's wifi to blog.

Not everything is on Youtube.

Betrayed.

1. The test only lasted under 10 minutes. I feel damn betrayed.

2. My bank account got haemorrhage. I screwed.

3. Nasi Campur at the end of the street damn good.

4. Assignment going to give me concussion.

It's too late.

Yes. It's too late. It's too late because my mind is getting WOOZY and I'm nodding off at every bombastic sentence i read. And I have alot more bombastic sentences to read. Hrm... How ah?

Hehehehh.

To top it all off, I don't know how the class test is going to be like.

Maybe she will test me on the MAA. =D

In my dreams she will.

Letofied.

The next time I go to an event like this, I will bring a KICK ASS camera. *mutters with regret*

And it feels like tonight.

Legal means to no avail, i either get attacked by a bouncer, or regret my whole life that I missed one of the bestest best rock acts Live in Malaysia.

And i learnt, it takes more than I thought to crash a rock gig.

Patience.

Searching for parking was horrendous. One U parking on a weekend during the malaysian megasale clashed with a frikkin rock concert is THE perfect nightmare.

Amazing wit.

I only expected chest-level barricades. There weren't only barricades. The stage and the arena had bigg sony ericson makeshift ad walls with Daughtry's picture on it and tents at almost every visible corner. Which blocks pretty much everything we wanna see, even the large screen.

So we looked up and saw the Balcony at chili's. And then decided dining at Chili's would be a good idea.

Unbreaking determination and perserverance.

Of course, that wasn't just it. We walked in and asked for a seat, they say the balcony only opens at 7. *sinks into depression* We rotted some more, and got a place at 7. Saw the whole place top view. The stage quite visible. We sat & ate through the opening acts. Then refilled our drinks from Liang's performance onwards occasionally heading to the balcony to sneek a peak. BUT ya. We permanently stood there and the pissy security people from the organizers dispatched got peeved.

A thick skin.

They chased the balcony people once. We went back to our seats. Pretending to sip our bottomless drinks. The MC's came on, we got excited. Went to the balcony edge again. The funny thing is I wasn't the only one doing this.

Saw local acts. Liang damn chun. DJ's damn chun. Daniel Lee quite chun also la.

And then JUST before Daughtry came on, they shoo-ed us again. *goes into bitchfit* Ok. Our skin can only be this thick. So we left, head down to search other alternatives.

Good bladder.

Ok. Not my fault. It's a human thing. And I refilled 3 times.

Good anger management.

Of course, I seldom go into a bitchfit publicly.

Creative ideas.

OK. It is almost impossible to see the stage from the One U. Droplets of rain didn't stop us. Kari brilliantly suggested the central park. And SO! We headed there, our feet hurting like hell. Got a spot. The stage, the baldie, the band, everything was visible. BUT watching the audience go wild, I really wished I wasn't feeding mozzies, standing on uneven ground, breathing smoke, being the one of the few people screaming and jumping among a group of stoning people.

Total Misfit.

Strong feet.

Walked from 3pm to 7pm. Later, stood for a record of 4 hours.

And a pair of shoes.

My shoes hancur. =.= RIP.


To top it all off, we totally had no idea when Daughtry was going to perform. And after it all, I still think it's all worth it because Daughtry put on a good show. It's amazing what desperation and fandom can do to you. We saw the ad and it said from 7 onwards. And we waited from then thinking a miracle would happen around 8. It finishes. Then we go see more bands in Pyramid.

It was totally anticlimax. That miracle never happened until around eleven.

And now, I feel pain creeping up in my every muscle every bone.

I might wanna reconsider doing all this all over again when the next rock act comes to Malaysia.

Next up, it's MTV.

Original.

Random. Something that happened a few weeks back ago.

It's probably every Malaysian's dream to get to sink their teeth into a original-sized skittle candy. BECAUSE those produced locally has shrunk beyond recognition till I don't even feel anything in my mouth coz it all melted away. And those dumbass candies are packed in a super duper small packet that is only half filled.

In Singapore, I spilled half the bag of ORIGINAL SIZED skittle (THE ORIGINAL, but strangely made in China. Oxymoron?) and those that I spilt are were covered with bits of sand (which got into my bag somehow when i put it in on siloso beach).

And comes the touching part, I removed the sand one by one and I STILL ATE IT.

>P HAA.


I honestly fancy the Wildberry type. The one they replaced with the Skittles Sours. I can't find them anywhere.

This has been an integral part of my kiddy life and therefore if you asked me why I didn't blog about M&M's, shush about it. Be afraid. Be very afraid. I have once hantam-ed half a jumbo pack when I was 9.

*beams with pride and joy*

*readers look darkly at sze*

Okay fine. I didn't finish the other half until 3 months later.

Of course mum flipped when she found my candy stash. ~______________~

Blardy.

Kennot. Live. Like. This.

1. Somebody whacked my car.
2. I wanna whack somebody's car.
3. I nearly whacked somebody's car. It didn't happen.

It's quite endearingly filled with love and hate. Living without one is a chore. Living with one is a chore too.

I often live suppressing emotions. I have a filter in my head. No matter how apparent a problem may be, my brain tunes it off. I try hard to look into details and convince myself what is existant is real but slowly my sleepy irrational side wakes up and convinces me everything is going to be fine and I ignore the problem, let it pass, live in delusion. FAR too optimistic for my own good. It's a horrible habit and I admit it with faith of a true patriot.

Now it has taken the toil of my sanity.

Come, pour liquor on the sand for your fallen comrade.

Wedding.

Kwon Sang Woo is getting married.

*gaassppp*

I feel a part of me slowly die.
Unicorns are hard to find. lol.

I did silly things before in my life.

I did many silly things before in my life.

But it just gets weirder. O.o

It was the epitome of embarassment. Grr.

Nvm that.

Anyway, the weeks have been packed. DAMN PACKED.

Returned last sun. Started scrubbing around and stuff.

Then this week end. Next week end. Next Next weekend.

And that makes the whole month. o.O

Chris Daughtry is coming to Malaysia. HOW THE HECK DO I GET THE PASSES?! T.T

I'm really looking forward to the Badminton team meet-up in Mont Kiara and before you know it. Olympics are here!

Desolate.

ARTSY. HE.SO.HOT.

Batman - The Dark Knight (2008)

There I was at the edge of my seat, holding onto the arm rest of the chair, watching wideeyed, mouth agapped. Sounds of explosions, the chase, the old but still sexy penguin and wild laughter ringing in my head. I thought I was going to die in this movie. I didn't wannt to miss anything, so I held back my pee. I was hung, holding my breath anticipating an end to all the darkness. HE had a powerful, soul-searching voice. That made it all darker.

Heath Ledger was good. HE WAS ON TOP OF HIS GAME. RIP. Damn it.

Anyhow.

MUST WATCH. GO!

Better Half.

My better, more rational half has disappeared temporarily.

MCP says I am insensitive. :( I AM BAD IN LEADING THE BLIND! Boohoo! I am this insensitive beast that walks too fast zipping around Monash with a blindfolded person on my back.

T.T

I DID MY BEST.

zomg. I spoke, I talked. To constantly reassure her I'm around. I didn't bring her to barge a classroom or led her to crowded places and I am labeled insensitive.

I AM DEVASTATED!!!

I DID MY BEST. I TRIED. But I am greatly disappointed. T__T But i'm still... omg. That tells alot. Boo hoo hoo.

*dwells*

Dang. My blog is boring.

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I remembered when I was in my first year I was this awkward, bright eyed, talking at the most inappropriate time and saying all the wrong things, not doing certain things that should be done, thought tutors were the smartest person alive, submiting assignments on time, not knowing there's such a thing called EXTENSION and my grades were 'yay'... I can swear it all off now. =.=

I just read HMY's blogpost which says something about the first years bouncing in INT1020 pissing her off.

LOL!

OMG. I must've pissed off some seniors too! *worried look* I WANNA TAKE THAT SUBJECT AGAIN!!! T____T I SWEAR Second year subjects are depressing. Screw it. =.=


I am moody and I want some chocolate.

First day.

I was hopeful for the new sem. I was optimistic.

Today, I went for MCP.

Then I gave up hope.

I felt the world crashing upon me.

WHAT THE HECK! THEORIES AGAINNN?!!!

Explain.

Somebody needs to explain to me how it's possible that we're ALREADY half way through the year?! Didn't Andrew just taunt us in Authorship's First Lecture?? It sure feels that way because I still haven't gotten over the trauma yet. (the subject. not the lecturer.)

*Andrew evil laugh

*student goes all quiet

*Andrew asks a question.

*student goes all quiet.

5 seconds.

Andrew: ANSWEERRR! Don't make me call names like a kindergarten teacher or you will DIE a terrible death! *dramaaa*

*cue to start flipping through reader/notes and panic.

Of course, Andrew didn't really say it LIKE that but it was something along those lines. And this happens in almost EVERY tutorial. LOL.

I really, really hate how semesters zip by so quickly. Every semester meant half a year gone. Every year gone equals to how close I am edging to being wrinkled beyond recognition. Not that 'I' have a maaajor problem with wrinkles, EVERYBODY does. So it is acceptable for me to panic.

We groan on the first day of school. Get a pile of assignments. Pick up momentum. yada yada then BOOM. Exam. =.= Result come out. Cry. Cycle repeats. Years passed. Sze gets wrinkly. Yay! -.-

I have given serious thought about what I would do in the future. Some people are born to KNOW what to do. I'm one of the noob ones who is not clear about my options... except getting wrinkly.