Sunday, October 31, 2004

rum hair, part 3.


well. if you shine a very concentrated beam of white light onto my head...then it's there. shaz, can't get you photos...coz...well, i don't have a digicam! anyway, today's been a good day...managed to catch the grudge starring sarah michelle gellar. my previous exposure to the story was through ju-on, and i only saw a few minutes of that. the grudge is basically a revision of the japanese original, and it's helmed by the same dude who did the original. very good.

got gta today, finally. haven't been able to try it out. i really do want to explore the whole of san andreas. i also discovered that lord of the rings: the third age has been distributed as well. didn't get that, though...i'm just cautious.

ugh. tired and sore feet. the adidas are killers, really.

...i want rum coloured hair...now.

rum hair, part 2.


apparently, it would've been easier if i'd bleached my hair beforehand. just had shower and a wash. it looks even less rum-ish now. fabulous.

rum hair, part 1.


this should be fun. applied feria 3d to my hair. colour: rum. made a mess. emptied it all onto my head. no difference. here we go, a play by play of what's happening to my hair.

Saturday, October 30, 2004

shoppy.


i don't usually splurge on clothes. okay, that's a lie...well, a half-truth. i splurge on clothes when i've got the resources. i enjoy doing it. walking around, checking out shirts and pants that might work on me. but today was a headache, because the ugly truth reared its ugly head now and again:

there's a conspiracy against people who wear xxl. which means only one thing: i desperately need to get back to being an xl again.

i tried a pair of working slacks from jusco, and...lordy...i couldn't even fit into a size 36. two years ago, i was more than fine. the problem is cutting down. my dad said that this is going to be my permenent size unless i do something quickly. ugh.

bought a shirt from alain denon. it's basically gray-silver pearlescent, retailed for RM 59. quite worth it, really. also bought a pair of adidas'...retailed for...um...RM 200+. my most expensive pair of shoes. ever. it was supposed to be a RM 65+ pair of converses, but then jusco just had to have a good looking open toe...which they didn't have in my size. trudged down to adidas and looked around but it cost way too much. so royal sporting house was the next option.

seduced by fancy footwear.

believe me; i don't usually splurge on clothes and accessories. but if i do...shite.

got my first jusco card today. one problem...i don't fricking shop at jusco. my dad and i were planning to go mad at jusco...get some luggage, get the adidas. buggers. nothing comes in my size.

on a side note: since this evening, i haven't even worn or looked at the adidas shoes yet. wonderful.

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

tugging heartstrings.


my dad had a minor attack in the afternoon after working on the garden. he went to the family doctor with my uncle, and got some medication. he had overexerted himself, and also had a stuningly high rate of blood pressure. he was given the subsequent medication, and up til 10 minutes ago, was sprawled in the living room on a mattress, clutching his chest. not a pretty sight. though i wonder why i wanted to laugh the first time i'd seen it. strange, really.

anyway, he's doing better now. so. it should be good. a mini-tutorial in mortality. but it's been taken with good humour.

better your chest than a needle up your ass. a word for word reproduction of what i'd told him.

oh, well. he's fine. pray.

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

dad.


guess who's back? back again? daddy's back! tell your friends.

it started the same way that it did the last time. my dad opens my door and wakes me up, out of the blue. no forewarning, no messages, nothing at all. in fact, the only person who probably knew of his plans was my aunt. dammit. the next few weeks are probably going to be fun.

he had left for a little while after waking me up, and i nicely hid all traces of cigarette smoking, cleaned the place up and tidied up a little bit. the emphasis on the little. everything still looks like a dungheap. on the bright side, if he decides not to smell my soiled clothing, he'd never know that i've been smoking. which is silly, really, because, honestly, what rational person of a sound mind would smell soiled clothing to catch a whiff of traces of tobacco smoking?

...

the same questions have come again.

'how are your studies? do you need extra tuition?'

it makes me feel like working hard enough so that he'd stop asking those questions. for good. but i'm just too lazy for that.

it's going to be a few fun-filled weeks again. pray for me, ye of faith. i need it.

Monday, October 25, 2004

sports night.


har har.

justice is [almost] served. montoya won the last race of the year. pity about the rest of his season. goodbye, williams, hello, mclaren.

manchester united beat arsenal. don't get me wrong; i hate both teams. but i'd rather that the original bunch of faggots trounce the pretenders than the other way round. hurrah, sir alex; thank you for popping arsenal's bubble, and for ruining the dreams of young arsenal supporters everywhere. seriously.

har har. victory is mine.


Sunday, October 24, 2004

wax on, wax off.


i've just washed the car. i never wash the car. but upon the begging of most of my friends, i've just washed the car.

anyway, one interesting thing was that i realized that there were a lot more scratches on the car after i cleaned it up than before i touched it. i'm scared to drive it now, coz although it's not 100% clean [i'd give it a 70% rating], it looks so shiny and flawless.

yes, well. til the next wash.

six months from now.

Saturday, October 23, 2004

the circle is complete.


alright, i'm sorry. another hackeyed star wars phrase as a title. but i couldn't help it. i've finished both historical campaigns, and a round of the galactic conquest. i've also unlocked all special features [comprising of artwork and movie stills], so...i'm more or less finished with battlefront. which is good, because justin just brought this to my attention:

grand theft auto: san andreas is already in the country.

holy. said like a true homelife addict. but i'm sorry. you've got to understand that there really are some ps2 owners out there who eagerly anticipate game releases. so let's get that to-do list out again.

tony hawk underground: reached the last stage of the story mode, but i suck at the classic mode.
fifa 2005: haven't touched it in a bit, but it really is good fun.
x-men legends: not too hot. it's a fun game, and definitely better than good...but i haven't had the time.

makes me wonder...how'm i gonna offload all my games when that inevitable day comes?

i better not think about it now. the weekend's here. saturday. ho.

Friday, October 22, 2004

i fear no test.


call it foolhardyness or confidence, but i've got a advanced statistics test in about 2 and half hours, and i've been preparing for it by playing star wars: battlefront. battlefront is addictive, because it plays a lot like other multiplayer war games, particularly battlefield 1942. basically, you take part in all of the major battles in both star wars trilogies, and you can play as a variety of avatars that're selected. there're three modes of play, namely a historical campaign mode, galactic conquest mode and an instant action mode.

you can either play during the clone war or galactic civil war period as your historical campaign, and of the two, i prefer the galactic civil war period, because...well, despite it being 'newer' in SW chronology, it's a hell of a lot more fun. i mean...hoth. nothing can top that. i've already finished the clone war period...it's alright, but the battles aren't as memorable as they are in the galactic civil war. for my galactic civl war game, i haven't gone far enough to snipe ewoks...but lord knows that i'm relishing the chance to do that.

galactic conquest basically takes you through a few conquest modes where the objective is to rule the whole fricking galaxy. haven't really gone through that thoroughly, but the first few rounds feel fun enough.

and yes. this is how i spend my time leading up to an important test.

the force is with me

...lame. lame. lame.

Thursday, October 21, 2004

trees for christmas.


okay, the titles are getting less and less imaginative. since i have absolutely nothing to do...

christmastree [that name again], you wouldn't happen to be a 14 year old with a twin sister in singapore, would you? yay. mission accomplished. tag me all you like, and...uh...welcome aboard...?

dear christmastree.


christmastree (there goes that name again), the tagboard is on the sidebar on the right. okay, it's not exactly a tagboard, but...it's a shoutbox. which is essentially the same thing. yes, yes, the tension is absolutely killing me...reveal your identity, i beg of you.

[i see an even bigger practical joke coming].

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

hilarity.


okay. i don't mock my friends online...wait...i usually don't mock my friends online, but this takes the cake. one of the worst blogs i've seen so far, because...i don't know, it's just downright awful. yes, i know i'm mean, and yes, i know i'm being spiteful, but a few things that you have to take note of:-

1. josie/wan ling doesn't bother reading my blog, and even if she does, she knows i'm an arse, and;

2. blogs that briefly [and so far, only] talk about upcoming [clubbing] events and text messages from our paramours should be banned.

so, in true simon cowell fashion...i can safely say that this blog stinks.

...and mr. nice guy's rebuttal is: she most probably doesn't want to express herself as much as one of her asshole friends over here.

this is so lame.

sorry, dear...i really am.

but not before i give away the link! click here.

christmastree.


was checking through my junk mail folder and i came across some reply postings for the blog. christmastree, i'd love to be your friend. just that i find it dodgy that you know my blog url, and the only way that you could've known that would probably be through friendster, and that's just suspicious, yea? so, yes, let's be friends. use the tagboard, dammit.

[i can see a bad practical joke coming].

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

smartbomb meltdown.


sleep deprivation is a pain. the last few nights have been bogglers, not because of the late nights, but because of my ability to manage to get through them with the least amount of sleep achievable. currently, i feel rather fucked, but otherwise...i'm okay. besides a nagging headache that's plagued me for the day, and the fact that i really want to lie down [but when i do i want to get up again], i suppose that you could call this some sort of accumulative lag. not to mention the fact that i'm going out once again, this time to see matt and the boys. lord. am i ready for advanced statistics?


i'd rather not say.

i received my mark for my first human resource management assignment: 67.5%. i'm not complaining. it was, after all, the accumulation of three days' of research and a night of typing. here's hoping that my second assignment fares better, though i think i might be a little overpositive in that respect.

the hard drive is shot. had to reformat, only to realize that the master drive was okay; the slave was the problem. there goes 2 gigs. now it's back to solitary drive usage. and i the nagging suspicion that i've got to reformat once again. which i can't possibly do, since acoustica is completely here. i want a cd burner. fast.

relax.

the song of the day is take your mama, by the scissor sisters.

now.

sleep, padowan. dammit.

Friday, October 15, 2004

incubus - echo.


been listening to morning view in the car. i've been trying to appreciate the album as a whole, but it's the more ear-friendly tracks that appeal to me. enjoy, for this is indeed today's song of the day.
-------------------------------------
there's something about the look in your eyess
omething i noticed when the light was just right.
it reminded me twice that I was alive,
and it reminded me that you're so worth the fight.

my biggest fear will be the rescue of me...strange how it turns out that way.

could you show me dear?
something i've not seen.
something infinitely interesting.

there's something about the way you move,
i see your mouth in slow motion when you sing.
more subtle than something someone contrives,
your movements echo that I have seen the real thing

your biggest fear will be the rescue of you...it's strange how it turns out that way.

could you show me dear?
something i've not seen.
something infinitely interesting.

Thursday, October 14, 2004

thursday, thursday.


it's been a good week. i've [almost] successfully attended all my classes, i've made a new friend, and i've learnt that despite the promises that people make to you, you can only rely on yourself. big mouths don't do shit, really; big plans need implementation, and it's the implementation, not initiation, that makes things happen. if you can't make things happen, you're screwed. and i'm of those people who can't make things happen, despite being reassured that i can.

i might be handed the leadership of the biz council soon. it's something that i'd dig, because i'd get to be the president of something for the first time in my life, and it might be something that i'd be scared of, since i've witnessed firsthand the amount of effort that helen put in to take us where we are today. i'm just scared of screwing it all up. anyway, nothing's confirmed yet, and i'm looking at this with much trepidation. scary.

oh, well.

it's only going to be confirmed later. there're other pressing matters for the council. and me. advanced business statistics, test 2 coming up within a week. shit shit shit shit.
wish me luck. for now, it's a mix of things to do:

1) study
2) tony hawk's underground 2
3) x-men legends
4) fifa 2005


yea, i live the life.

Monday, October 11, 2004

jungles and tall trees.


it's easy to miss the refinements of home too easily...but i guess that most of us need to be in extreme conditions to really appreciate what it is that we have. not that we'd take anything for granted, but just that we'd tend to forget how comfortable home really is. a weekend at taman negara isn't exactly one of those extreme conditions that would tend to make you homesick...we were staying in proper chalets, there was electricity, [cold] water, and [lo and behold] satellite television...but it was a good start. there's nothing like broadband and a ps2 to make your life easier. not to mention that the mattresses were to thin and hard, and the pillows were very, very...strange. and did i mention that there was no hot water?

but, but but...despite all that, it was dead fun. aside from the activities that the group had organized, which were really filler material, the 'big' events made it worthwhile.

the boat ride to the camp itself was a precursor for good things. imagine being right on top of the water, with the jungle on your left and right. foilage [i love that word], flora, fauna around you, the sounds of...things that you wouldn't find in the city. it sounds stupid, but calm waters and the serenity of the jungle sort of makes you wish that you could have more time for yourself to just sit down and laze a day away. the same can be said of the people there [in the small town right next to the park]; they've got the amenities that we have, but life's slower paced. at least it looks that way.

the canopy walk, where a suspension bridge apparatus hanging a 100 metres+ above the ground that could only fit about 2 people at a time in spaces of 5 metres or more between them was awesome. rickety bridges? not really. but you're hanging in the air and the only thing between you and a crash onto the ground is a wooden plank placed on top of a ladder which in turn, is covered in net mesh, which, in turn, is suspended with nylon rope. and there was this rope section which was covered with the biggest ants that you'd ever seen. it wasn't the ants that were scary; it was the fact that they could have been biting on the rope that was the terrifying realization.

being able to have [unclean] river spray splashed onto you...and you splashing river spray onto unsuspecting oncoming boats...says it for itself. very wet. cellphone got thrashed because of a strange fear that it'd get stolen if i'd leave it in the room.

visited the orang asli village. some of us were disappointed that they had clothes [funny, this one]. the orang batik, who probably were descended from the afrikaans, with their big, big afros [i'm not being snide here], showed us how to make a fire from a piece of carved bamboo, as well as how to make the perfect poison-tipped blowdart. what was most impressive was the fact that despite the simple tools that they had, they could make one hell of a precise killing machine.

the people made it fun as well. we had our stereotypical paris and nicole in our group, amazingly enough. anyway, this dynamic duo originally intended to sight-see and not do anything otherwise. but to give them credit, they participated in everything and were a lot more sporting than what we'd presumed. but still:

her: "i need help carrying my bag...it's really heavy..."
me: "uh...okay, give it to me [lugs bag]. it's not that heavy at all..."
her: "oh, i don't know...i go to the gym and everything but look at me...i'm so skinny. my instructor tells me that i'm useless".
me: "not hard to imagine why".

like i said, the people made it worthwhile. as cliched as it sounds, making new friends and giving everything a clean shot is awesome.

downside? i've lost my voice and i've thrashed my cell phone. good things don't come easy, i suppose.

but allow me to say that it hasn't been that bad at all.

ooo. my bed.

Sunday, October 10, 2004

whine whine whine.


i need you in my life. i did. still do.


truth be told, i'm an idiot.

you know that; possibly even better than i do.

come back.

please.

you don't know what you're worth.

Saturday, October 02, 2004

sequel night.


some sequels are on par with their predecessors, if not outdoing them...others are just plain crap. last night was a marathon run of sequels. two, namely resident evil: apocalypse and the bourne supremacy. resident evil was alright, though it paled in comparison with the original. the bourne supremacy was well done, if not a bit too slow at some bits. oh, and to spoit it for everyone: marie dies within the first twenty minutes of the movie. i'm sorry, but they could've used franka potente a lot more. i miss her. thank goodness for run lola run.

aside from that, this weekend is just a killer. got to pay money to the guy who's helping us with the taman negara trip. my happy outlook on the whole thing has gone sour because we've only gotten a little over half of our target. which means that we've got to pay for some empty seats on the bus, not to mention the fact that we can't recoup our losses that quickly. it's amazing to see your hard-earned money fly so fast.

i've got my hrm 210 assignment to complete. if 6 accumulated hours in the library could produce 17 references, imagine what 6 and a half hours could do. shit. i'm screwed.

onward ho to sunday.

i want to sleep.