Chinese New Year

Wow, because of CNY, haven't been able to properly have my own privacy of accessing the web. Anyway, hope everyone had a wonderful new year and an increase in ang pau income. This year, everyone felt generous. Usually I collected Rm300 odd only, this year I got double. Woot! But, such a great guy like me, of course I won't treat my friends. I will keep it in an untouchable bank account, my savings for the big U, my car, my house, and my future wife ( whom I haven't exactly met yet ).

This year, Chinese New Year arrived with the usual routines. On CNY eve, everyone came home, have dinner, gamble ( which I lost heavily ), boast to each other, and for the daughter-in-laws ( especially my mother, all my in-laws have too good a life, the thought of cutting veges and washing plates just makes them tremble with fear. Well, all except my 5th and 3rd aunt-in-law. Oh, I have 5 of them and 3 aunts, 3 wonderful aunts )

Well, besides ang pau and gambling and eating and boasting, nothing else. That is CNY to my family. Wtf sounds lame right? Well whatever, on to the strange stuff this year. This is gonna be a lenghty post.

First, CNY eve and first day of CNY is spent here in BP. That's when my father's 5 brothers and 3 sisters gather together, boast together and ignore my grandmother. They will bring along maybe like 7 girls, all great achievers and stories of their missing sons. For my family, I am among like, 5 or 6 boys. Ain't that great? Girls outnumber guys heavily, and the guys always go missing. One of my cousin is in UK working, and my bro is always occupied with his fiancee ( who irritates the hell out of everybody eventhough she just sits down quietly ).

Well, in BP, is where all the High Class Relatives ( HCR ) gather. Big car, big mouths, big wallets, BIG HANDPHONES ( omgwtf my uncle's handphone is double the width, height, length and thickness of my 3100 ) and big appetites, but small hearts. My grandmother is forever grumpy and forever ignored by her sons. Scions of Ng blood? Heh.. Lots of sumptous food is prepared by my mum, who happens to be better-than-restaurants-cook, simply a master in cooking. Even the way they gamble also annoying. 'Aiyo, wait I lose how?', 'Aiyo, he wants that card leh.. wait he game I lose how?' Knn, doctors, government servants and freaking rich people cannot afford to lose a couple of Ringgit in gambling. Scared lose don't play lar! And the bad thing is, they always disappear no the first day of CNY. Travel so far come back stay one night kpkb then pat their asses and go home just like that.

And on the CNY eve, around 11.30, my father will start preparing the tables and food at my house in Taman Makmur to pray. That's when the TV will be on ( always channel 8, Singapore's count down with lots of lame celebs trying to be funny ), then the world war will begin. *BOOM BOOM* goes the fireworks, and the phone lines will be so busy that I cannot even send a single greeting SMS to any friend. Then, we will offer joss sticks to the deities. This year, my brother was absent from the annual ritual. Reason? His fiancee is a Christian, and so is he now. Upset my mother like shit man.. No pun against Christians, but in a way my brother has abandoned our heritage. Heck, as if I am that devoted a Buddhist anyway, but I just do what my mum and dad does, and not upset them when it comes to religion.

On the 2nd day, my family and I will go back to my mum's hometown in Senaling, Kuala Pilah. It's a very small village, with all wooden houses and practically three quarters of the place are plants. This is where the village relatives ( VR ) are. My mum's sister's husband, my uncle-in-law, is also a successful guy working in S'pore. But he doesn't boast like the HCR, and he is easy going and very steady. He say treat means treat, and he cooks better than my mother ( OMGWTF everyone should try his fried chicken, if so KFC and MCdonalds can be out of business ) . And this is where you will find kids without shirts gambling on the floor, and some large piles of money will be under their wallets ( some will be empty and digging their ang pau money. Money exchange goes very fast here ) Crude? Remember this is a Chinese kampung. The older generation ( my mum's ) did not get much education in their youth during the British colonization, and they live with what work they can get. One of my uncles there is a Chinese healer-priest. Not the sai kongs or the whammy jumpy people, but he really finds things where people cannot. People from all over Malaysia come and find him when they are sick and GP's diagnosis finds nothing wrong with them. That's when he will start pulling out needles and getting rid of curses. I myself don't know if his skills are for real, but he is a remarkable man indeed. And incidentally, my mum's another brother's recent Vietnamese bride, who he married around November in 2005, is pregnant. I thought it was fast, until my mum told me about my bro. Appears she got married and is pregnant the following month. Lol my dad sure power man..

My mother had plans to go to Thailand with my priest uncle to pray, but the funny thing comes now. She packed money, clothes and everything and made sure that she forgot nothing before we set off on the 3 hour and half journey. Upon reaching, when she just got down from the car and stepped the first time, she screamed that she forgot her passport. LoL wtf!?

And we will spend the remaining of the day loitering around, gambling or napping. That's kampung life, no computers, no cyber cafes. Good thing bout in the kampung? Well, we sleep in my mum's wooden house, no air cons needed. Its frigid at night! And late at nights and come dawn, we can hear clearly damned youngsters zooming past in their motorcycles ( goddamn them, die earlier better ) at high speed, and my late grandfather's chickens 'cook-me-you-fool' calls. Looking at the chickens made me think of my late grandpa, who passed away at the end of 2004. He used to catch chicks for me to hold in my little hands when I was small, I still remember the feel of his hands as he passed the trembling chick into my tiny palm. But I was never close to him, so I felt no sorrow when he went, but performed the rites all the same as a grandson.

My brother further upset my parents again. His fiancee was sick, and she felt worse in kampung. Freaking city girl ( Singaporean ) cannot take in the fresh air in the mountains. So no choice, my brother chose to bring her back to Singapore. He drove 3½ hours, ate and sat down for half an hour, then drove another 5½ hours back to Singapore. The things my bro do for his fiancee.. foolish? Devoted? You decide. She cannot even warm up to the idea of resting in my aunt's bungalow with a big bed and an air conditioner. She just wants to get away from the village as fast and as far as possible.

That's Chinese New Year for 06. Hope I didn't sound too disturbing :p But I really feel that the festive spirit is getting dimmer each passing year. Soon, after my maternal grandma pass away, nobody will go back to the kampung anymore. Soon, after my paternal grandma pass away, HCR won't come back to BP anymore. I dread to think of CNY when that happens.

Bells are for fun

Consider me a pissed dude. Not meaning I had already been to the toilet, but a very frustrated dude. Tuesdays are what I dread this year, Physical Ed in the morning, meeting after school and then straight to sports practice. No time for lunch, gobbled breakfast so as not to be late for prefect duties, its a wonder I don't get gastronomical problems.

Anyway, the real stuff began when I reached home. Remember I lost my house keys, no keys to get into the house! My cousin's car is parked outside the house, my uncle's motorcycle is parked in the front part of the house, and my grandmother can't possibly be partying in 2000 ( That's a local disco ). Everybody is at home, yet nobody came to answer the door. I yelled and yelled, and pressed the doorbell and I find myself in a funny situation. So near to home, yet so far. So I proceeded to find a public phone behind my house. Found 20 cents, put it in the slot. It wrote 'Sila Dail', so I pressed the number '43..' just two digits, then it showed 'Tak ada kredit, terima kasih.' and that was it. I was like, wtf? Anyway, figured its 10 cents to press a number, I searched and found 50 cents. If its true, then I can only get as far as 5 digits.

Dialed my house number again '4385...' and got through! My cousin-in-law answered, but she can't hear me. So she hung up. I was like, wtf? again. So I dialed again. She answered again. I shouted through the phone 'OPEN THE DOOR!' and she finally heard it. Finally entrance into home.

Went in, I found my grandmother relaxing in her chair in her room. I asked her, 'I pressed the doorbell and yelled so many times, why didn't go and check?'

Her reply? "I didn't know who, so didn't bother."

So, I was really pissed. Bathed and began cooking up some funny stuff to write in my blog here. I came up with some poems that doesn't make sense, yet tells of my ordeal. Here goes..

I came home from school,
Feeling very much tired,
I saw the doorbell,
Paid it no heed and proceeded.

I realized I lost my keys,
Denied entry into home,
I saw a couple of monkeys,
Their presence an annoyance.

I went to press the doorbell,
The sun is setting to its daily slumber,
Everything was like Hell,
I felt like a cucumber!

Bells are for fun!
They are put to be ignored,
Especially when there's no sun!
Salesman, donators and beggars are chased.

And hark! I found an idea,
And strode to the door,
Feeling confident with the idea,
I spread my hands like a boor.

Open sesame! Open sesame!
I cried in my loudest voice,
The door did not budge!
I felt stupider than a porpoise.

A phone call it shall be,
My little mind thought,
Walked some distance,
Came upon a phone that cannot be bought!

Salvation, at long last!
Salivating in anticipation,
I dialed the digit,
And the phone hung up without appreciation!

Remember that it's not supposed to make sense. Have a good laugh, though I am actually feeling a little lazy to finish the boring saga. So there :D A stupid rhyme-ing poem that doesn't make sense. Look, I know its lame, but I am not a poet like Zhi Wei, so just sit back and look at it in a humorous way.

What a week...

Appears that not only my computer is having Alzheimer, even I am infected. I just can't remember what happened even if its just an hour. Where did I put my file? When did I last went to the toilet? Did I just drink water, why do I still feel so freaking thirsty? And this is the best. I wake up in the morning and think 'HECK ITS SATURDAY I CAN SLEEP IN' and I go back to sleep. If not for my aunt, I think I would be absent from school the entire week. Reason : Alzheimer.

What the hell, this STM ( Short term memory ) of mine is getting worse. I lost my house keys, I lost my handphone pouch which I bought from Singapore for $8, I double ticked a guy's name when he paid me the sports house fee ( I think I ticked his name when another paid me ). And then, I have to attend tuitions, which I forget the homework, school, which I forgets the homework, sports practice, and I cannot remember when does Holiday for Chinese New Year starts. And then the stupid gotong-royong on Saturday, followed immediately by tuition, and spending a day in Summit celebrating my godbro, Chong Loong's birthday. Well, the whole day meaning whole afternoon. After the celebration lunch, everything was just so boring. A weekend went just like that, fortunately I remembered two of my urgent homework, the rest I asked Zhi Wei and conveniently felt lazy to do. Until they get urgent anyway. Time to stop that and get down to serious business; blogging and studying. After Sports Day anyway, figured I will be busy with my duties as Vice President of St.John of my school, Treasurer for Sports House, helping Zhi Wei with English Language Society stuff, and homework. All these is going to stop by March, and then I am seriously going to try to study and blog. Serious!

I am getting worried about myself, provided I remember that I have to be worried -.- At least for now I have Lilium as an object of interest, or else I might just forget entirely everything. Not that that's a bad thing. Sometimes I do dream of dying, not because of sadness or some stupid coward's lame excuse, but just for the need to know. Where do we go after we die? But, I figured I am going to die anyway, so may as well enjoy this life first. Don't worry ;)

Lilium

Thanks to Aisyah, I finally got Lilium's photo. And thanks to Zhi Wei, I managed to have lots of fun disturbing him using this beautiful girl here. Most of the time he thinks I am lying, but I am not. She is beautiful to me, the only catch is she is a cartoon character.

Well, for starters, what cartoon and who is she? I found this flash movie on Newgrounds and well, I liked it so much that it was almost an obsession. I even e-mailed the author for pictures of Lilium so that I can put it as a desktop wallpaper, but sadly, he did not reply. Perhaps he is too busy with his life and being flooded by mails that he just couldn't find time to reply me. I did request his permission to feature his work, but seeing no reply, I just take it that silence is consent.

I generally can't say much about Lilium's story, I don't want to spoil everything. Let you see it for yourself. But I sure can say she appeals to my dark side, that is why I like her ( story ) so much. Well, all I can say is, it's a must watch for people like me ( don't ask me to define 'people like me' ) Apparently it doesn't deserve the placing of around the 49th to 51st on the portal, to me it should be top 10. I find it even better than the top ones, but hey, people have different tastes. So sadly, it remains on the fiftieth placing because of some people who don't like dark things.

Enough said, go watch it. Lilium, You won't regret it ;)

P/S : the author did not reply, but Aisyah did. Apparently she liked it too, and seeing how I liked it she took her digicam and snapped her own computer monitor while the flash was running. Which explains the strange colours and brightness, but hey, beggars can't be choosers. Ain't Aisyah sweet? She's gonna get a big ang pau from me, but tradition forbids unmarried people like me to give red packets. So, Aisyah, sorry and thanks! :P

School Blues

School School School. Is there no end to it? It's enough that we have boring and totally pointless subjects forced on us, we have to endure the narrow mindedness and the ways of teachers and principals?

Well, for starters, my school had a gotong-royong activity today. The schedule was set at 7.15 until 1.15. In the end? We started at 8 because some big balled fuck is late for assembly. And then, they divided the students according to uniform bodies and classes, GENEROUSLY. We have so many people doing one task, that they could actually tell us 'Peralatan tak cukup, cari sendiri' and ended up with so many spectators watching the others paint pillars. It's a lucky thing they didn't go 'OMG WTF! LOOK AT THE WAY HE PAINTS THE PILLARS! WHAT GRACE! WHAT STYLE!' bah, just a little sick joke :D

And then? At around 9, they announced over the P.A system, 'free drinks in canteen', then all the students rushed over to the canteen like they had been stuck in a desert for days and found water. Then, they announced on the P.A again, ' Tak boleh minum, rehat pukul 10'. WTF?

Recess at 10, after that, me and Zhi Wei and Christopher went back to class. There, we wasted time until 1 o clock. Is that lame or is that lame? That's like 3 hours and half.. I could finish two parts of Tash Aw's Harmony Silk Factory in that time. But instead, we slept in the class. Hoo boy, what joy! I GET TO SLEEP IN CLASS!!!!!

Then, finally at 1.25, everyone gathered at the school hall. And that big balled sick nut was invited to give a speech. Guess what he said?

He scratched his balls ( Kennysia's style lol ) and began complaining. Students are using the going-to-toilet excuse to get away from his bloody speeches during assembly. Then, he began saying the toilet is a place for jins, and anyone who visits the toilet so often is collaborating with the jins. Is he a sick nut or what? I did asked Zhi Wei, ' WHERE THE HELL DO WE SHIT THEN?'

Seriously, that big balled nut is a psycho. Joy to have him around school for my last year. I hope someone burns his car and strangles him soon.

School life....

Today I got really freaked out in school. I mean, REALLY REALLY freaked out. First, i was ALMOST late, which thankfully i wasn't, ran up eight flights of stairs to brief Zhi Wei on how to be emcee for assembly, then covered his prefect duties, and joined the assembly feeling pissed and SWEATING ALREADY! 7am and my shirt is soaked! And the prospect of the entire day, from 6am to 6pm without any time to go home and have any real rest, it just really depresses me. What's more, I have physical ed two periods before recess, and sports practice after school. Physical Ed. was just torturous to non-athletic students like me and Zhi Wei :D

Anyway, the school hours went by reeeeeeeeaaaaalllly slowly. The absense of cute form 6 girls didn't help either, only a few are worth looking, and you get bored of 'just looking' soon. Just joking. Anyway ( again ) school hours went slowly, problems all the time, and i am seriously lagging behind in my school work. Why? I DON'T GET TO GO HOME until at night! Well, at night I am too pooped to actually do any homework, but somehow i managed to complete the urgent ones anyway.

Speaking of sports practice, i was elected as treasurer for my sports house. At first, it did sounded nice, a treasurer, marks for co-co, and finally able to fill up the ever empty 'sukan' section. What the hell, it was nice until the work actually began. RM 5 sports tax for all students, you would think of the fortune i amassed in a day. I calculated the number of students and multiplied by 5, i get a four figure wealth. Wealth that doesn't belong to me, but is in my hands. Nothing cooler than that. Especially after sports practice, what if someone robs me, or just snatches my wallet, or picks my pocket? I surely couldn't afford to pay back >.<

Just a problem i am facing now, i mean this minute, as i am typing. I have many urgent homework. I left my books in school.

Bad Guys!

For this post, I am featuring a flash movie that is my favourite! Initially, I joined Newgrounds ( www.newgrounds.com ) when I was fascinated by flash, and I came across this cartoon, Bad Guys! by Chris Nosal, who is from Michigan.
Anyway, Chris here, is a genius. He is great in making accents ( Swedish I think ) and jokes. Want some juicy examples?

Like, in Bad Guys Go To Hell
"I died in a freak accident involving foodstuff explosives. I totally mixed lemons and grenades, i made lemonades."
Another example, which is in fact, the following line. " But what really killed me was turducken. You know, turkey stuffed with duck stuffed with chicken. You won't believe the sound it makes when it explodes." *silence* "You wanna know what sound it makes when it explodes? It goes *whole screen* 'KERFUCKEN!'"

Seriously, he cracks me up. Yeah, I am including the short URLs here. Check out these flashes if you feel like it, but make sure you have the latest flash player installed though ( takes a minute if you have fast connections like broadband ) . Just click on the icon or the underlined 'Watch this movie!' to watch it. It pops up in a new window and will begin loading. I suggest turning subtitles on for those who are not familiar with the accent, some words sound a bit vague.

Bad Guys Episode 1 : http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/267776

Bad Guys Episode 2, Appeasing The Gods ( This is really funny ) : http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/272592

Bad Guys Episode 3, Battered Monsters : http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/274356

Bad Guys Episode 4, Bad Guys go to Hell : http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/280479

Bad Guys Episode 5, Down at Juice Bar ( This is uncrude and softer jokes, that is provided you get it. Hint : Sounds stupid, but makes sense. WHAT CAN BE MORE FANCY THAN POTATO JUICE? ) : http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/282702

And his personal website, : http://bad-guys.net/

Oh yeah, while you are in Newgrounds.com, feel free to explore other flash movies too! ( But, avoid the adult section. Somehow not surprising, that is the most popular sites :P ) It's easy, you might even want to sign up and be a member yourself. Up to you. There are 8 buttons up there, flash portal, games, series etc etc. For series & genre, try and find 'Badlands'. That guy, Edmund, is a great chap. Badlands rocks! Bad Guys rocks!

And oh yeah, the picture up there is my current desktop wallpaper :D

Book Review

Right, This is the first book for Terry Goodkind's The Sword of Truth Series. Well, I just finished the latest, the ninth book, 'Chainfire' so pretty much anticipating the next! Heck! He didn't finish that book! He left me dangling in midair! The suspense is just killing me!!! Anyway, I am going to review the whole book without actually trying to be a spoiler.
This, is the first book, 'The Wizard's First Rule'. Wanna know what the rule is? For fantasy lovers, buy the book, read it and you will know. Makes a lot of sense. He introduces a Wizard's Rule in every book, so the ninth book 'Chainfire' he has reached the Wizard's Ninth Rule. Find out yourself what the rules are by buying the books :P
Anyway, I am supposed to review the book. A fantasy lover as I am, "The Wizard's First Rule" was just simply excellent. It is amazing how he twists the plot and still make sense. His story began in a rather fast paced ( I think ) action, and introductions to the characters are done subtly. Let me tell you this, when you read, you think you got his stuff figured out. But when you reach the ending, he just snaps at you and catches you off guard. I was actually sure 'This guy will do this, this girl will do that' and it came out far from it. He is brilliant! He also created his own ancient D'Haran language, which makes no sense to us unless we read carefully what he mentioned about the meaning ( though most are obvious ). His following books, in order, are : Stone of Tears, Blood of The Fold, Temple of the Winds, Soul of Fire, Faith of the Fallen, Pillars of Creation, The Naked Empire and the latest Chainfire. Be warned, this is a page turner for fantasy lovers. For the first book, out of ten, i give him a 9. The following, in order, I give 7,6,7,5,8,4,5,9. Yes, the first and ninth I give 9. Book nine is heart rending, and damn good. Anyway, always realise that this is my opinion, not necessarily same with your taste. I did find the seventh book a little boring though, maybe because the main character is the main character's sister. Get it?
Anyway, a brief synopsis ( YOU NEVER CATCH ME DOING THAT FOR NILAM!!!! ): Main character is Richard, a woods guide from the Westland. He helped the Mother Confessor, Kahlan to find the great Wizard who left the Midlands because the people in the wizard's youth acted in their own self interest, thus forcing him to leave. She needed the Wizard because Darken Rahl of the most eastern land of D'Hara is slowly swallowing the alliance of Midlands one by one through all means, and Darken Rahl is the Master Rahl, a great wizard but sold his soul to the underworld. Richard found the wizard ( don't make me tell who, i won't spoil it ) , got named Seeker of Truth, given the Sword of Truth, helped defeat Darken Rahl. That's for first book. Man, i just realised I can't go on without spoiling, so i stop here. On to the next review.


This, is one of my favourites. Fantasy again! Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time! Robert Jordan is equal to Tolkien, if not better. Currently I have finished only up to the 8th book, the Path of Daggers. Fear not, I have instructed my bro in Singapore to get me book 9 and book 10.
What you see here, is the first book. The Eye of the World. Again, i won't try to include spoilers. Anyway, this is a very lenghty book =.=" Approximately 600 to 1000 pages. So those who have no patience in pursuing a story, forget this book. One interesting fact here, I love the entire series. I give a 8­­½ for all his books.
Right, I never get tired of reading this epic story here. He has a flare of writing an epic story, which I enjoyed a lot. The way he creates characters and their inevitable involvement in the issues is just flawless. They blend in well, this kind of skill in writing, I can only dream. I mean, it's almost impossible to write in such a brilliant fashion. I guess that puts him in a class high above others. He even created languages of his own! His own terms and all, and a glossary behind to explain everything! No, no synopsis for this one. I would have to take the entire night for that. Well, maybe just a bit.. Rand al'Thor, Mathrim Cauthon and Perrin Aybara are the main characters, mainly Rand, the Dragon Reborn. The three are ta'veren, meaning they are ones who change everything around them with their mere presence alone. Rand al'Thor is the Dragon Reborn, and he is to save the world from the Dark Lord in the final battle, or known as Tarmon' Gaidon. Suffice to say, he gets entangled in politics, power, magic, love, war, and plots against him by both people and Darkfriends, and the Forsaken ( my favourite Forsaken is Lanfear! She has character! ) Forsaken are powerful people who can channel, or so it's called for people who can use magic. Forsaken were people from Ages long past who has pledged their soul to the Dark Lord, and were his most powerful agents in the world. I suppose that much is enough, considering the LENGTH, CONTENT and CHARACTERS, it would really take forever to just name the characters. Again, a reminder, this is a personal opinion after reading the book, so don't curse me if you don't like it after i prompted you to try it somehow.

Anyway, just a little extra here. For Terry Goodkind, he has another book called Debt of Bones that is actually a prequel to the entire story of The Sword of Truth. It's a very thin book, much like our school's literature novel. And for Robert Jordan, he too has a prequel book, called New Spring. For those who are wondering what i mean by prequel books, well, think of it this way. Those books are like 'The Hobbit' to the Lord of the Rings trilogy, the story before the actual story. Pretty confusing? Go figure.
Spoilsport : Each book is approximately 8 pounds for Robert Jordan's books, and 7 pounds for Terry Goodkind's. Either way, each book adds up to around RM35 more or less. And even worse news, they get more expensive as they become more and more popular. So, if you are hooked, get as many as possible before the publishers stop, and only hard covers are available. those don't come cheap! Hell, what a lenghty post :D Pardon me.

Wish come true? Uncanny!

Well, talk about ironies. It is uncanny the way things run. Most of you don't realise it, but i envy those bloggers who can put photos in their blogs. I want to do so as well! So i began wishing during one lonely night long long ago ( like, last year?) Gimme a scanner, gimme a scanner!!!!!

Today, my wish came true. Literally.

My aunt asked me to tidy up the basement, which i made it into my lair. What a mess! Omfg, it was such a mess that i took one look and procrastinated the job. But, somehow, i didn't. I think i would have procrastinated anyway even if it was clean.

Anyway, as i was tidying up my books, my aunt came down, pointed to a box underneath my nose, and said "Any idea who wants this scanner? It's been here a long time."

Wtf? Under my nose and i didn't realise it. Of course, i yelled "ME!" immediately after regainng my senses. She said ok, provided i learn how to use it and how to install it and how to fix it without crashing my computer, which sadly recently is diagnosed with acute Alzheimers. Well, it always jams after i connect to streamyx, all the processes come to a standstill, and CTRL ALT DEL showed no response. Only after like a few minutes will the computer 'remember' what it had to do, and everything pops up at once. Talk about computers dominating humans, they even get our diseases now!

Anyway, glad that i have a scanner now. Anybody handy with a scanner? Go ahead and teach me.

Know what? Now i am wishing for a digital camera of my own, and this time, i keep my eyes peeled!

Reflections?

May as well blog while I have the time. Heck, it's Sunday! And it's raining!

This is more serious thinking stuff. I still remember my old Barber, old Robert. RM3 haircut, done in 3 minutes. I go in with any style of haircut, comes out always the same old nerdy student look. He knows what my school wants, and he delivers it.. in 3 minutes.

Well, this post's theme is not barbers. I done that in my old friendster blog, check it out if you want, It's under 'Professionalism' post.

Anyway, in Robert's little shop, he fitted two large mirrors in the front and back. Mirrors so large that it went from close-to-the-side wall, from one end to another end. Front and back.

Result? It created mirror for his customers to see front and back of his work. Pretty stroke of genius there. What I noticed was, when i sit down for my haircut, and peered into the mirror, I see me staring back, then the back of my head behind 'me staring back', and 'me staring back' behind 'the back of my head', and so on and so on. Front and back front and back, infinite times.
I turn back, and I see the same thing.

I never really gave it much thought. But it remained in my memory. Robert moved, but the sight into the mirror never did fade from what I remember. Questions pop into my mind recently.

What if, each reflection i see into the mirror is not a reflection at all? It's another me in another world having his hair cut at exactly the same time? Each reflection shows a me in another world, none of it is actually a reflection.

What if, I am a reflection instead?

Or what if, all of us are actually reflections, reflections of me are reflections, I am reflections?

Scientifically saying, They are reflections. But, sometimes science also fail to produce a satisfying answer to questions. Some things just cannot be answered, just like the questions. They give me an eerie feeling. The world revolves in a strange way.

'When will my reflection show who I am inside?' - Reflection, the song. Mariah Carey I think, lazy to find out.

Whacky phone calls!

Ever had those wacky phone calls that gets you so worked up? After putting down the phone you wonder whether you were on 'Gotcha!' or something, and that conversation was put on air on radio stations, or whether there was a camera hidden somewhere to film your expression.

Yes, you guessed correctly! I did not experienced those phone calls at all before. The point here is, well, that's entirely another point. Back to the point. I am featuring phone calls in this post, what I actually experienced.

First and foremost is this, most vivid in my memory. 7am in my old grandmother's house ( which sadly has been sold off together with the plot of old family land and demolished already. For Batu Pahat-ians, the address is Jalan Mohd Salleh, right opposite Futuna Restaurant ), with me snoozing happily away, then the phone rang. My aunt was out, and my grandmother usually ignores phone calls no matter how urgent they sound. Of course, it woke me up, dragged myself out from bed, and answered the phone. I listened, and identified the caller as my cousin, Hua An, or rather we call him An An or An. It's in chinese, but my pinyin is horibble, so i may as well translate everything.

An : Wei?

Me : Walao eh!? You siao ah? An? Now only 7am you call for what? I want sleep eh ler!

An : Har?

Me : Har what har?

An : Where is the place I am calling?

Me : YOUR GRANDMOTHER HOUSE LAR IDIOT!

An : Har?

Me : Grrrr......

An : I want to speak to my father.

Me : Your father? Siao ah? Wrong number lar!

An : Oh, sorry ar.

Me : *slams the phone and goes back to sleep*

Grandma : Tiang lai eh? ( who is that? )

Me : Kar salah tian wei! ( wrong number )

Grandma : *confused, couldn't work out the logic* 'gives me the wtf? look'

Me : *goes back to sleep*

Then i woke up laughing. LoL, I was 13 that time i think, can't remember the date, but I remember the phone call.

Another one is this, I was even younger that time. My sister was going form 4, and she is 8 years older than me. Go figure.

Jie : Di ar! Go call mummy's friend, that Andrew. Ask him his old form 4 text books still there or not, can give me?

Me : oh oh! Can Can!

Jie : Nah, call this number.

Me : *dials number* Hewwow?

Aunty : Hello? Yaya? Simik taichi?

Me : Andrew there or not?

Aunty : Wait ar wait ar... ANDREW AR!

Me : *whispers* walao eh, so loud ar?

Andrew : Hello? Hello? Who's there?

Me : Hello? Andrew ar?

Andrew : Ah, ah, yaya, what what?

Me : Aiyo, your mother call you so loud wan ar?

Andrew : Yalor, paiseh, hehe. Simik taichi? (what's the matter? )

Me : Ei, my sister hor, ask me ask you whether your old form 4 text books still there or not?

Andrew : Ya, still here.

Me : Can give her or not?

Andrew : Wait, who are you?

Me : Arh? Leslie lar!

Andrew : Salah nombor lar! *hangs up*

Me : *scratches head* stunned silence.

Jie : Wei! Got or not?

Me : He say salah nombor wor...

Jie : *gives me the wtf? look* Talk so long only say salah nombor ar? You siao ar? Talk to salah nombor de person for so long

Me : Mana saya tahu....

Don't ask me. I never did figure out what actually happened. But this was more or less what happened. I really was like, wtf? is going on here?

And this, the latest. Form 3 life. I was arranging some plans, can't remember what. But, it involved Bryan, my friend. He was supposed to come my house or something, but I remember that he has to come to me. And I was pissed at him for not being able to give me a confirmed answer, always 'Not sure' or 'I don't know!' So, after science tuition, I was in my cousin's car going back to his house ( I stay with him since Form 3 until now, he asked me, my aunt and grandma to move in with him in his new house, which resulted in the old house being sold )

Me : *Dials Bryan's number* *tuu-tuu*

*click! Hello?*

Me : OI! YOU BLOODY FOOL! YOU COMING MY HOUSE OR NOT?

Bryan's Dad : Hello? *shocked* Wha what? Leslie is it?

Me : *GASP!* EEeeerr, yaya. Uncle, can I speak to Bryan please?

My Cousin : *Laughing his head off*

Bryan's Dad : Sure, no problem. Oi, Bloody fool! Your call.

Me : *Omg wtf shit*

My Cousin : *Driving while laughing his pants off him*

Bryan answered the call, I said 'Shit!' and well, we talked about our stuff. But I could tell Bryan's Dad was.. surprised at my call. I still feel like an asshole until today, but then, I got over it. Asshole shall I be! 3 phone calls in my life, which shall forever be etched in my memory. If I forget, well, there always is this blog :)

I swear this actually happened, and I tried to be accurate as possible. After all, who remembers what he/she said in a phone call?

Friendster

Well, i am sure 9 out of 10 youths are on friendster now. Seems every Tom, Dick, and Harry has heard of friendster. If you are the one out of ten not in friendster, it's just sad. Anyway, friendster was a brilliant idea when i first heard of it. What better way to stay in contact with friends, even after parting for college, migration, or whatever the reasons? Yes, Friendster was great!

But, seems like many people are abusing friendster's free service. You be friends, you make friends. But, does having a list of 1000 or 3000 friends really gives one satisfaction? It seems pretty sad for me. Have you ever asked ourself, how many do I actually know personally, met somewhere because of Friendster, or actually know their true name instead of the nick in friendster. It's like an empty shell, are you really lacking friends? This case happens especially in girl users. I don't know why, maybe they just liked the idea of making 'friends' like its a race to see who has the most friends in their list. Yeah sure, some have added me as well. I know them, but i doubt they actually know me. I walk pass them in shopping malls, and they don't even give me a second glance. Proof that they don't know me :D Not that i am vain or wishing to be noticed, I sure get enough notice! I am sure many like me noticed the problems. Why is why hate bulletins as i call it appear every often now.

Speaking of bulletins, it has become a trend to start chain bulletins. Seems a certain Mr. Allen Smith is the CEO or Webmaster for Yahoo, Google, Friendster, and Hotmail. 'Friendster is closing down!' 'Hotmail is going down!' 'Yahoo bankrupt!' 'Google sold off to Bill Gates!' all under the name of Mr. Allen Smith, forward it so that we won't ( yeah, as if we won't, but we promise anyway so you would be stupid enough to forward it ) delete your account because we know you are using it if you forward it. And if each curse in the bulletins were true, i would be dead a thousand times over, broke up countless times with an imaginary girlfriend, and every family member slaughtered ten times. But, here I stand, or rather sit, here in front of my monitor, typing away happily assaulting the poor fools ;) Sometimes, even the hate bulletins become the chainmail. Omg, that's really bad. They usually begin, ranting about racing friends list ( which i just did ), chain bulletins ( which i just did ), and such and such, and in the end? There i see it. 'Repost this if you agree with me'. Point given. And the best part is, it's all anonymous, nobody knows who started them. So, perfect for abuse! Normally i wouldn't mind bulletins by friends to inform stuff, or funny quizzes, or jokes. But now i even find surveys done and posted to be annoying. The surveys just ask some freaking questions like 'What are you wearing now?' or 'What did you last eat?' Is that lame or is that lame?

Heh, I guess people just like to be fanatics in their own ways. Some people in friendster, well, they are just too pathetic. Well, why? Why indeed. Some of them, when I am profile-surfing, i saw, 'WOW! Omg 50 pictures! This got to be good! Every side captured!' And then? All almost identical close-ups of them acting cute, making every kind of face imaginable. Even if it's a typical chio bu, also too much already lar. Sometimes I actually thought people are becoming stupid in every sense, sold their souls to cliches and their minds to trends. Then there are some who post some other people's ( usually damn hot chicks ) photos, those found on the net, dogs and cats found from the net, boys showing their middle finger, found from the net, anything but their own. Sometimes i even find porn pictures =.=" Look, if you are ugly, or you think you are ugly, nobody's going to slam it in your face and say 'You are a freak! Only cute or handsome people can put their own photos in Friendster!' Heh, guess only cynics like me actually feel pissed because of friendster.

But, allow me to complete my incessant grumbles. I just need to get it off my chest somewhere, ain't healthy bottling it up. Heck, can't even sell it even if i can bottle it. And, there are some accounts that makes me go 'OMG WTF?' Oh yeah, they are those 'cute clubs' clubs where only cute people can join. Look, if looks are that precious, you will be mined like gold in the Gold Rush last time. Biologically speaking, we live to reproduce. To heck with looks ( though looks are important to attract mates ). I never actually saw an elephant or a horse choosing its mate. Humans are mammals too, but we subject ourselves to steroetypical thoughts. Well, there's more. Some people are just vain. Yeah, vain. They created multiple accounts after theirs is full. Omg, let's say Ali has 4 accounts full. Then he creates a new account under the name 'Ali Fan Club!' 'Thank you for supporting me so! Join my fanclub! I will ignore every message and approve every testimonial you send me! I am so handsome and nice!'

Sounds familiar? I will finish this post with a quote.

"Sometimes I think the surest sign of extraterrestrial intelligence is that none of it has ever tried to contact us " - Calvin & Hobbes by Bill Watterson.

The birth of this blog

Exactly at 2.25pm ( Malaysian time ) dated 7th January 2006, this blog was created. Well, i had a hard time thinking of the name, the title and all, and this site pretty much is still an infant site, lacking many stuff. But until I can actually understand how to add them, well, wait for it. Anyway, i was blogging on friendster's free blog service, and found their service sucks, so i shifted here. Well, time to get started.

Being a 17 year old in Malaysia, I can't really find much time to update or create posts. I am facing a major exam this year, so most of the time is going to be spent studying and procrastinating. So there, time and tide waits for no man, but we have an unlimited supply of time and tide, so who cares?

Expect not much from this blog though. I will be posting my school essays, my self written stories, thoughts and all. Feel free to comment though, sometimes I need to know there are people actually reading it. Until then, adios