Wednesday, August 30, 2006

cold cold fuck yeah!

i've just gotten air conditioning in my room. i've set it at 16 degrees celsius, with the vents blowing up and down. i'm sneezing.

i love it.

my father's lorenzo bed cost RM 5 thousand. idiot. it's in my room upstairs which he sleeps in...technically, the bed's for me. and there's also air conditioning there as well.

lordy. i sound so.....jakun.

seriously. i've only gotten to enjoy the pleasures of air conditioning in my car, in college, in shopping malls...even in mamaks. but never before did i experience it firsthand domestically. okay, well, there's this old air con'd unit upstairs but that doesn't really count.

yea. life is cold. freezing cold. but damn.

i've managed to secure an interview with a doctor on friday. i've already registered the clinic with mr. chew and nobody had booked it prior to me. all i need is a voice recording device and i should be fine.

yea. i'm quite pleased with myself. progress on all fronts? not quite, but close.

got rid of two years' worth of cans today from the Council. many thanks to the Boss Lady Who Isn't Lena for helping out. yes, Denise, that means you. i shall now call you BLWIL from now on. no, i won't.

yea. independence day tomorrow. yay. fly the flag.

Monday, August 28, 2006

have a cluckity cluck cluck day.

hartz is back. located at the concourse level of sunway pyramid, it's ironically located before nando's and the chicken rice shop. d'you know where mph is? it's more or less opposite the bookstore.

the ambience has changed. it's now gone pseudotrendy with white tables and chairs, while inane quotes from people line the walls on the right. on the immediate left, there's a makeshift menu adorning the red wall. it's a different kind of hartz. the masterful surprise and i took some time acclimatizing ourselves to the new environment. no more window seats overlooking sunway lagoon...in some way, the new surroundings don't make up for the lack of the view. however, there's a proper salad bar, and the food presentation has been upped a notch.

hartz is back. bitchin'.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

nobody died today.

just a quick update on the last few days:-
  1. lightning came 20 minutes after the rain cleared on friday and wiped out my modem and internal network card. the dell warranty doesn't cover Acts of God. sigh.
  2. i've discovered that even if i've left tissue papers in the toilet bowl, i still flush them down and proceed to take my dump, as opposed to going straight to business, thus wasting quite a load of water. talk about being anal (that's so punny).
  3. i don't sleep on a beaten up sofa anymore. there's now a bed here. the sofa has been dutifully placed outside. what a drag.
  4. i play counter-strike with bots everyday. i miss human companionship.
oh, well.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

beverage-friendly wednesday.

gatorade is, by far, one of the greatest drinks in the world.


pepsi Max: 8/10. despite claiming not to contain any sugar, it tastes surprisingly full.


8/10. i'm just biased but i love it.


created to be The Man's Coke Light (in lieu of Coke Light projecting too much of a girly image). i know that it's imported, but...1/10. stick to Coke Light instead, since it's essentially the same at a cheaper price.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

tatatatatatatuesday.

we start off with a thumb war between lionel and i.
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lionel wong.


a priceless look from the boss-lady.


two evil geniuses at work.


smile for the birdy. yvonne's engaged in the discussion.


so are they. sorta.


me being bored and distressed.


lionel and yvonne.


jason doing what he does best.


swee siang posing while pei pei tries to hide behind a fucking bookmark.


pei pei's buns.


the box to pei pei's buns.


yes, well. i didn't get much sleep. it was a slow day. thank goodness for the camera. and the incredibly strange things we do with it. more videos are on their way, though due to the content, you'll either be incredibly amazed or unsurprisingly bored.

Monday, August 21, 2006

give it a name.

it came on friday. i was quite pleased with myself. i can technically play whatever i want, burn whatever i want. hi-end games are accessible...for the next two months before the machine becomes obsolete, anyway. the funny part is, i've never been much of a pc gamer, and i still don't think that it'd rub off on me. all i've got installed is condition zero, crazy taxi and caesar III...not exactly what you'd call compelling gaming.

anyway, the old pc is still around (as you can see in the third picture). and it's still operating. there're heaps of things that i have to burn before we place it somewhere else...not that we know where to place it. there's really no space around the house. my father wants to create a network between the two somehow, so...good for him.

we went to carrefour on saturday, and found out that my father's credit card got blocked after everything was scanned and nicely tucked into the shopping cart. he suspects that it's because of the online payment. either way, it was quite embarassing. especially when you don't have cash. those RHB people never called back.

embarassing?

you betcha.
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get it while you still can!

Thursday, August 17, 2006

the random tag.

Name 20 person you can think of and tag another 5 person to do this survey.

1. may ann tan
2. hannah tan
3. lynn tan
4. lim khai lun
5. theo
6. jazza ray
7. sandy yu
8. eleanor taye
9. denise cheah
10. lezel asrie
11. jeffrey lee
12. nicole lok
13. ming hoon tan
14. rachel lee
15. julien
16. sabrina lim
17. paolo gomes
18. lionel wong
19. jason yee
20. elaine lee


1. How did u meet #14 (rachel lee) ?
she lives up the road. when she was younger, she used to play football with us. then she grew up and decided that it wasn't really her thing. i see her occasionally when she walks her dog.

2.What would u do if u haven't met #1 (may ann tan)
probably would've lost out on having a lot of free meals and good loving. oh, and free petrol, Astro-hogging, back-scratching, foot-rubbing and lots of chiding.

3.What would u do if # 20 (elaine lee) and # 9 (denise cheah) dated?
i'd either say "good luck" to denise or "have fun!" to elaine. but i think denise would have a really good time.

4.Would #6 (jazza ray) and # 17 (paolo gomes) make a good couple?
if only one of them had a pussy and tits, maybe.

5.Describe # 3 (lynn tan)
a tall, nubile nympho: just the way i like them. come back to kl quick. we have much to settle.

6.Do u think # 8 (eleanor taye) is attractive?
HOLY SHIT YEAH

7. Tell me something about # 7 (sandy yu)?
she dumped me for a dude in england. the pattern would be at least repeated one more time by someone else on the list. now she's back in kl and i don't know where she is.

8.Do u know anything about # 12's (nicole lok) family?
father's an architect. mother's a homemaker. her father is stern when it comes to boys, somewhat. her mother has fantastic tastes in clothes and therefore makes nicole wear them. the mom is a little bit more relaxed when it comes to guys. they used to stay near taman pesiaran desa but then moved to their current place in mont kiara (but only after her dad renovated it). nicole is also the only child.

9.What is # 1's (may ann tan) favourite?
hello kitty.

10.What will u do if # 11 (jeffrey lee) confesses that he /she likes you?
run away! fucking hell. i'd probably say that i wasn't surprised. i have that effect on him sometimes.

11.What language does # 15 (julien) speak ?
english, bahasa, mandarin and cantonese.

12.Who is # 9 (denise cheah) going out with?
i don't know but it should be me. (edit: this is a standard answer that i'd put for any girl and not just specially for ms. cheah here)

13.How old is # 16 (sabrina) ?
uh. 19.

14.When is the last time you talked to # 13 (ming hoon tan)?
probably a little after this year's annual ball. i really should catch up with her.

15.Who is # 2 (hannah tan) favourite singer?
y'know. i claim to stake my life on her happiness but i really don't know this one.

16.Would u date # 4 (lim khai lun)?
only if he had a pussy and tits. and lived closer.

17.Would u date # 7 (sandy yu)?
please refer to question 7.

18. Is # 15 (julien) single?
this is debatable. i have my suspicions but i guess i'd have to say that he's single for now.

19.What is # 10 (lezel asrie) 's last name?
asrie! lezel sharona asrie...that's her full name. she reckons her parents might've given her the name sharona either coz they were doing it to the song or they heard it on the radio and it sounded fine.

20.Would u consider being in a relationship with # 19 (jason yee)?
wutdafuck. please refer to question 16.

21. What school did # 17 (paolo gomes) go to?
smdj. and informatics.

22.Where does # 6 (jazza ray) lives?
he used to stay in bankung, and now he stays near pantai hill. or on pantai hill.

23.What is your favourite thing about # 5 (theo)?
his honesty/bluntness.

24.What you think about # 13 (ming hoon tan)?
she's got a really rich uncle that we need to steal from.

25.What do # 4 (lim khai lun) and # 18 (lionel wong) have in common?
they're both in the council!

26.What special qualities does # 5 (theo) hold in your life?
his hair's really well-kept.

Next 5 to be tagged :
1. paolo
2. lezel
3. theo
4. jazza ray
5. khai lun

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

assembling the atoms.

you'd think that you'd leave the times of adolescent confusion where they'd be left: in adolescence.

tonight, i'm angry at the only person who deserves it.

me.

i'm a bitter person. i still claw at things long past, that i'd lost hold of long ago, in some vain attempt to assemble the atoms.

it's not exactly a good way to get through life, is it?

there's this state of mind i get in during moments like these. i feel like i'm being tugged by that gnawing sensation. the realization that everything's gone wrong and there's no way to make it right. if there was a way to make it right, i suppose that i wouldn't need to claw at it, no?

life is unfair.

Monday, August 14, 2006

a Tai for all seasons.

it's a monday, the start of a brand new week. what does this week bring?
  • an orientation gig for the SISU students from shanghai
  • meeting up with hannah, and trying my best to stay cordial and not be bitter about the last 3 years (i said try)
  • MCing for a dinner for these SISU students (HELP loves them)
  • (hopefully) a new Dell PC (and with it a substantially ginormous amount of brand new Tai music in the upcoming weeks)
  • (hopefully) a slightly reduced waistline which will become substantially reduced in November
yea. it's going to be a good week, i suppose. and to start it off, i'm going to talk to God.
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Dear God,

thank You for the New Testament, otherwise You would've made striking me down with a lighting bolt from on high a Daily Chore. i know that the road i take is going to make me a gazzilionaire, somehow; it's just that i hope that You can speed the process up by about 20 years. good things happen to those who wait, but i just can't. there're so many things that i need to do, and so little time.
  1. i want to get my dad a birthday present from money that i didn't pinch from his wallet
  2. i owe my mom a lunch at that fancy dim sum place at the crown princess
  3. i'd like to buy my uncle a house so he could get the fuck out of mine
  4. i need money to ensure the security of my family in the future
  5. i need a ps3
  6. i want to fly to australia for some little-deserved r&r
jokes aside, Lord, i've been a stereotypical good boy these last few days. i know that to transcend from the Naughty to Nice list, we've got to do years of beckoning and servitude, but i think i've exceeded all expectations placed upon me. i know it's not good to test the waters, so to speak, so i'll just make this clear in as few words as possible:

give the world some hope, man.

in my own drugged-out way, i've discovered that lennon had it right: all we need is love. and in love, and above all, making it, we find ourselves back into an age without modernity. where we're the peaceloving, fern-hugging, leaf-wearing men and women we're meant to be. i'm not saying that we should regress, but i wish that You could place into our hearts a conditioning of sorts...something akin to a stab of morphine into my arm.

something that'd bring smiles to our faces.

the world's so fucked, Man. help us out, help us out.

i know i haven't been the best Christian...in fact, i might even border on being a bit of a heretic these days, but what i'm saying is true. we need a loving, shining light. booyeah.

i'd also like to make sure my dad's alright with everything happening around him. he seems even more pissed off at things that i am...just that he doesn't wear his emotions on his face. may he be able to bring his ladylove to malaysia so that i can keep an eye on her spending and bitch about her to my father when she isn't looking. don't drag him away from us, Lord.

coz we sorta really need him here.

and please gift me with the power of Zidane.

the speed of Henry.

the stamina of Gerrard.

and the accuracy of the Beckham. uh. circa 1996-2002.

also, please give me the courage to at least say hello to my neighbour without chickening out. ugh. i wish i could grow up faster.

but deep down inside, You know i'm only a six year old in a twenty three year old's body, don't You? You sly, sly deity, You.

bless the dolphins, for the joy they bring. bless the food i eat coz it's always good somehow. oh, and bless Liverpool coz we have to win it this season.

You're the Man. always was, always will be.

see You next week.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

the most hated man in the world.

fret not, prime minister olmert. you are not The Most Hated Man in the World; quite simply, i am. yes, i deserve that distinction for letting my team down. Seputeh FC are better off without me; our weekly derby against Indians of Bangsar today proved that. i can't be put in front of a goal. i can't be put on the pitch. i can't even be put in front of my own goal. the ball just seems to slip through my feet. i am useless.

people blame you for starting the war. a war that, in a few hours from now, will hopefully end. israel will be seen as the biggest losers. just as Seputeh FC are. our winning streak is gone because of me.

despite the fact that this big man can run, i've been relegated to defending the goal. that's like padang football career suicide.

in light of that, i humbly resign. sundays will not be spent playing football with the Seputeh FC team. sundays will now be spent either talking to ardent fans. or walking the dogs of numerous glamourous seputeh beauties.

i quit football.

and you, olmert, you should quit israel.

shirt, suit and Tai.

what's the rush? what's the rush? we're all going to die, anyway. i might as well and enjoy my youth for as long as i possibly can, and then join the rat race, fresh and willing to employ my wits and good-humoured, warm personality to assist in achieving...the bottom line.

ooooooooo. the bottom line.

that's what life is about, isn't it? the bottom line. the zenith of all that's important to corporate globalisation. achieve a low turnover rate and get a good, healthy figure on the bottom line. and if the sum's attractive enough, throw in some corporate social responsibility and appear to be a geopolitical monolith of all-rounded econogoodness.

it's going to blow!

i hope to achieve a position in the hierachy one day, where i can sit above the glass ceiling and look at the minions below me, whilst sticking my tongue out, arms waving in the air going "you fuckers are finished!" yep, a big corner office, being a part of senior management, chaffeured in a nice, big company car; it doesn't get much better than that, does it? that, and the fact that i'd be a totally hapless, witless chief executive. i'd drive the company to the ground.

ugh. the only thing worth living for in life is the next one.

i love sundays.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

my pc fair adventure.

the pc fair in a few brief words.
  • very packed.
  • samsung girls = hot.
  • saw this superbly attractive college-mate whom i don't personally know distributing flyers for one of the retailers at hall 3.
  • bumped into nicole and ee ling.
  • kingston 1 gb thumdrive going for RM 73, RM 71, RM 70 and RM 69 (the further you trek the cheaper it is).
  • sony booth = amazing. 2 levels!
  • amazed that benQ would spend so much on a proper booth
  • sony girls = ugly
  • found out at the last minute that my father has 2 thumbdrives in storage somewhere in the house
  • very packed
  • no photos to back any of this up
god, what a day.

wave goodbye.

farewell, Captain Metrosexual.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

3 pictures of me with a cake.

i'm cutting a cake.
my face in a cake.
i'm eating a slice of cake.
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proof that operation: sexyback isn't quite up and running yet. 3 months to go for a return to 60% fitness. or 40% fitness, at this rate. gotta keep trying.

thanks to jason for the photos! [source]

sometimes i'm good, but when i'm bad i'm even better.

bad girls. gotta love 'em. chain smoking, bass-playing bad girls. dangling ear rings, chopsticks in their hair. what about those girls who do the booze and walk around wearing those oversized fly shades? yeap. those too.

the same goes for bad boys. a good number of good girls love them. bad boys intrigue good girls...they show them the spice of life, and possibilities. the image of arrogant indulgence, excess...some good girls love that image. the loud confidence. not "cool", mind you...but "bad".

pity that i'll never live up to that, though. i think i fall between a good boy-bad boy range. i'm probably more of a "psychotically timid" type.

what're you? good, bad or just in-between?

only the Sith deal with extremes, eh?
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i'd like to thank the Council for the surprise post-birthday cake...it really did mean a lot. i'm gonna assume that it was another one of carolyn's masterplans (don't hesitate to correct me if i'm wrong). the timing was perfect! but you people are trying to make me fat with all that cake, yea? it's like operation: sexyback is over before it's started.

but in all sincerity, thank you.

speaking of cakes...anyone planning to join the california fitness branch in bangsar village? according to the masterful surprise, the registration fee's waived so we'd only have to pay for the monthly membership. anybody interested?





anybody?




oh, well.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

time may change me; i can't trace time.

at least my parents can be civil towards each other. no big blowups, no arguments. just a few kind words, a bit of checking in on old friends and acquaintances on both sides and that was about it. funnily enough, when were renewing our passports, my dad introduced my mother as his "wife" to the officer in charge. it sort of felt a little bitter, really. the picture of a ideal family? not...really.

putrajaya is still a bit of a white elephant. there're so many things that aren't needed. though i can understand how it's supposed to be used as a showcase city more than anything else. where else can you find a fountain made out of rock formations that not even the most artistically inclined person would appreciate? and this was just in the immigration building.

but the whole city just oozes newness, even though it's already been a good number of years. the way the city's laid out reminds me a little bit of brasilia; both were intensively-planned cities that were conceptualized to bring development to the areas that bordered them. has it worked? i haven't the slightest. i was just there to get a new passport.

getting a new passport almost made me break down. i'll never have the privilege of going through the Diplomatic lane ever again (unless i start working for the foreign ministry...though i'd be guilty of strong nepotism if i ever got through). my passport is now ordinary.

it really is an end of an era. my family's officially lost its last link to the world of diplomacy (if you don't count my father). now he really is a pensioner, and i'm the thankless son, siphoning his hard earned money from him at every opportunity. i'm a prick. but i shall make it up to him.

i swear. i'll pay him back the money he's spent on me for my education. if i can't pay him, i'll try to get him grandchildren...which involves money as well, but not as much. or does it?

grandchildren. it'd cost twice as much as my own education when it comes to my child's/children's. scary predicament, isn't it? is it okay to enjoy the pleasures of marriage and not procreate? we can act like rabbits multiplying without bothering about the multiplying. is that okay? would i be looked down upon for this?

i don't know. in a heartbeat:
  1. i'd love an older daughter and younger son
  2. my daughter would be terribly overproductive and my son would be a slacker
  3. i'd be rather happy domestically because i'll finally be able to fulfill a dream and get a dog for myself
ah. the (future) homelife. a life of polo shirts and dockers. what a life.

ugh.

hell, no.

talk about a quarterlife crisis.

Monday, August 07, 2006

MiddleMan.

there's no one to tell this to (all the relevant parties have either passed me on or are simply not around), so i might as well share it with everyone else.

i am a bastard child of two mongolians. one of them was a prim and proper mongolian prince, the other was the daughter of a swineherd. i was born out of wedlock (if there even is such a thing in mongolia). after my biological mother decided to put me in a basket and float me down the River Mungamungakahn like an asian Moses, i was picked up and raised by a pack of wolves. i was fed wolfmilk everyday (which explains my size), and as a result, i have heightened senses and reflexes. you'd never guess, seeing how big i am, but really, i'm a killing machine. so back off, youse motherfuckers. i am a killer.

you guessed it. i'm adopted.

just kidding.

to be honest with you, i always thought that i was adopted. my mother used to slap me silly as a child, and the only thing that went through my head was that she was bopping me around because she didn't really love me due to me not really being her child. i don't know where i got these ideas from, but i remember that i confronted her with it one day and she has this look on her face...between bemusement and slight anguish. it must've come over pretty quickly. most of my tween years were spent coming to blows with my mother. not a very pretty sight. up til this day, there's still a bit of tension whenever we meet up.

my father was never really around. he was on frequent trips, doing his duty to King and Country. it's amazing to see how jaded he is now, especially since he was tirelessly dedicated to his job. he was the liberal one...in many ways, he still is, though age and wisdom have taught him not to trust his only begotten Son.

oh, well. times have changed. i'm now on better terms with my parents. at least i think i am.

tomorrow's going to be a bit of a test. my dad and i have to pick my mother up, and we're going to putrajaya to get our individual passports renewed. i have no idea what can happen on the car ride. it's 2 hours of possibilities. will each parent try to polarize me? will there be a chest of secrets unearthed? this is the first time that i would've been together with my parents since going to a starbucks three years ago to discuss divorce terms. funny, isn't it? now that all that business is done and over with, i'm hoping that we can at least be cordial as a quasi-family unit.

here's hoping that nobody blows their top tomorrow, including me.
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for fuck's sake, i wish you'd pretend to be cordial and at least say hello.

(maybe i'm just sensitive when it comes to you).

don't walk - faster than god: part ii.

thrills. spills. chills. jenson button is faster than God (for today). pedro de la rosa joins ole gunnar solksjaer as a Supersub for an english instituition. nick heidfeld has clinched bmw's first podium finish.

alonso --- out. schumacher could've bitten a bit more into alonso's lead but he just had to be michael schumacher at a time when he didn't have to be michael schumacher. and he went out because of it. kimi. out, due to (depending on your view of it) no fault of his own. kubica earns his first points on his f1 debut...despite spinning twice, getting his nose wrecked and crawling from the back. kudos.

the heavens themselves flooded, only to have the sun steam down. who won the tyre war? was it michelin, with a great grip on the wet, or bridgestone, with a sturdy tyre?

give credit where it's due. schumacher did brilliantly, seeing how he didn't have any tyres in the end. 1 set for the whole race. keeping the car on the road would've been nigh impossible. he still wonked out at the end.

but it was really jenson who did the good deed. he clinched it from the back, despite an engine penalty. this is a man who's driven his car whilst on fire. his maiden f1 victory will forever be remembered. o, england!

jenson button, you truly are faster than God. for today.

alonso still leads herr schumi by 11 points. back to default.
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operation: SexyBack. to be fit by november, when i can spring a surprise upon two unassuming girls. and, to give myself a reminder of what i'm up against, the old me:
no. there's gotta be some suave-ness to it. a more steamlined figure. more football, more protein, more cardio. 3 months. i think it's impossible, really, but it's great setting all these meaningless goals. on the bright side, since hartz has officially died, this whole cockamanie idea might just become a warped reality.

my lord. i'm doing this all for a/2 girl/s.

damn you, timberlake!

gotta make the girls happy. talk about vying for attention when the person i'm vying it for might not even notice.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

23.

life is all about making decisions, acting upon them and sticking up for them. there's nothing more admirable than the determination to see things through; not all of us can stomach some of the choices we make, and there's an even smaller number that doesn't find the need to regret them. what's life without a bit of regret thrown into the mix? shouldn't we feel comforted by knowing that there've been lessons learnt in all the wrong things we've done? probably. but we're prone to repeating the same mistakes without realizing them. no matter how small in consequence your choices and actions may seem to you, higher up the hierachy, there're bound to be repercussions that you'd never have foreseen.

regret is a debilitating condition in all of us. it gnaws at us at the most unfortuitous of times, and it continues to take small, cumulative bites until there's nothing left to take. there's just a big, empty space at the end. hollow. wide.

i don't suppose that i can take back things i've said, or more importantly, things i've done. and i guess that harnessing the power of anti-matter to go back in time to do it all over again is beyond possible.

oh, well.

i'm still as rash and impulsive as i've ever been. i still use my heart to sort things out, rather than my head. i only see my own view, rather than anyone else's. it's all me, me, me. to be honest with you, why shouldn't it all be about us? how'm i supposed to look after someone if i can't even look after Number One? where do i draw the line between being selfless and selfish? isn't selflessness a form of selfishness? we all have motives. we all have agendas. nobody's perfect, after all.

why do i feel so bad about it? do i need to? am i too nice? after trying so hard, i still can't fully throw caution into the wind. i'm a half-miser. i'm not the risktaker that i like to make myself to be. i can never be the guy that's been in my head all along. i'm not really that loudmouth, know-it-all, clambake enchilada i want everyone to see me for. i'm just a wallflower. i've let opportunities slip by. i've let good things go, i've destroyed good things. i can never admit that i'm wrong even when i bloody well know that i've been the cause of the conflict. i lie...a lot. i'm puny. a pretty bad excuse for a person.

i feel small at times. so...little. i want people to see me for something more...something that i'm not, but something that i hope to be. sometimes i want to dig deep into my pillow and just wallow.

i've gone nowhere, despite promising to myself that i'd be somewhere. i've disappointed those who've cared for me the most on numerous occasions. i've made them lose their faith in me. yet they've still stood by me. i have parents who've stuck their necks out repeatedly. i have a girl who'd (scarily) give the world to me. i have friends who're the greatest: non-judgemental, understanding, loyal. i'm a pretty fucking lucky guy.

to all of you who've wished me well this last day and a half, i thank you. i owe it to you. you fuckers are the reason why i live. coz in the end, it's not really about me...it really is about you. and i thank you. thank you just for being there. it means a lot. from the bottom of mine to yours.
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new adidas! new adidas! i dragged my father along to every single sporting outlet i could think of in midvalley. my original plan was to get a pair of converses and a pair of adidas'...but, much to my chagrin, nothing really caught my eye. to be honest with you, i wanted a pair of either adidas superstars or rekords like my old ones. i caught a look at these fantastic french-tribute adidas' at that outlet on the third floor...but it didn't really match anything i own. red, blue and outlined white stripes at the side. pretty, but...no go.

*general rule when i buy shoes: the shoes have to at least match a shirt i have.

i went into converse and...things have changed. all-star high tops used to retail for about RM 70. now they're pushing RM 90. madness. nothing caught my eye. even those nice, shiny jack purcells could rot in hell. and there were no novelty pairs...none of those flashy flaming motifs around.

i went to the adidas store. nothing. they had the new chelsea jersey, but not the new liverpool kits. i love the new euro away kit. awesome.

i went down to the royal sporting house. it's a dinghy place. but dinghy surroundings mean (maybe?) cheaper prices. and there it was. yes. i coaxed my father into buying me a new pair of superstars, much like my old pair, except with blue stripes, which change their luminousity (is there such a word?) under different lighting. still faithful to my old rekord pattern, but chunkier. officially, the shoes are known as superstar II.

new shoes turn me on.

i also saw some awesome polo haus shirts on sale at jusco. departmental store mayhem. i didn't buy anything. but let me say this: i love shopping. it's therapy. there's nothing like the reckless abandon of throwing your life's savings away for materialistic idealism. i'm betraying my quasi-leftist roots here, but hey, in doing so, i'm helping the fucking economy. money changes hands. the more hands it goes through, the better. a simple economic principle.
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i went to sunway with the masterful surprise. this follows a tai tradition of not knowing what to do for my birthday until the very last serendipidous (??) minute.

hartz is dead. six years of fantastic memories, gone.

hartz chicken buffet is dead. dead. dead. the one in melaka is dead, and if things go on the way they are, the one in times square is going to fucksville soon.

dead. it's sad. it's fed me so much, done me so proud. now it's gone. i don't know how long it was at sunway before i went there, but...ugh. it's truly the end of an era. time to grow up, eh?

in the end, we ate at mcD's in mutiara damansara (this was after a very long trip that i'm going to spare describing).

speaking of which.

i'm going to try to persuade the M.S. and wai mun to youtube their short film, paradigm (if that's even the title), that they'd submitted to the starlight cinema contest. it's got music from family circle and...ME. actually, it's more like 80% family circle and a minute and a half of me.

coming soon to a youtube near you, i hope.

did i mention that HARTZ IS DEAD?
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23 now.

time to grow up.

....maybe after another year.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

tagged by lynn.

Ten Years Ago I was:
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13…technically, 12 (if we’re being anal). I was in either in year 7 or year 8 (if we’re being anal again, it was technically the summer break before year 8 commenced). I was staying over at Sun Joong’s place, where my middle finger nail had been hedged through the hinges of his apartment’s door. My two closest friends at the time were probably Sun Joong and Michael B. Those days are long gone. We’d gone through a Bon Jovi obsession that I’d somehow catalyzed without knowing…in the end we all split up at year 8. I haven’t really heard from them ever since.

5 years ago I was:
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Just starting at HELP, with Taylor’s being a distant 5-month memory behind me. My first semester bought me a Distinction, Credit and a Fail…and it all went downhill from there. I also started dating *unmentionable*. It was the fucking happiest time of my life, despite the academic problems.


I’d just gotten my license and went out every night and bummed around. Road trips were beginning to become the norm. I was also the lead vocalist for [sic], the greatest KL-based indie band that never was. I walked out on church and never looked back.


1 year ago I was:
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Funnily enough, exactly the same place where I am now, except one year younger. I am fucked.

Yesterday I was:
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Getting kicked in the balls by CK; or, to be precise, his football. The crown jewels still work.

Five most recent songs I've listened to/ Five Recommended songs:

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Recommended songs for now, yea?

1) Jeff Buckley – Hallelujah

2) Peter Gabriel – Solsbury Hill

3) Nellie Furtado – No Hay Igual

4) Duran Duran – Hungry Like the Wolf (please don’t ask why)

5) New Radicals – Mother, We Can’t Get Enough

Five Ideal Runaway Places:
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1) Sao Paulo, Brazil

2) Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

3) Manhattan, New York City

4) Beirut. Oh, sorry, the Jews fucked it.

5) McDonald’s, Centrepoint, Bandar Utama

Five Items I really want:
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1) A new mobile phone with gazillion megabytes of storage and a 1000 megapixel camera.

2) A stereo system so powerful that it’d blast the skirt off a girl.

3) An Aston Martin Vanquish.

4) A house in southern Spain where I could store all my shoes and books.

5) A large Spicy McDeluxe meal.

Five Things I Really Should Be Doing RIGHT NOW:
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1) Your mama.

2) Recording the Next Great Malaysian Song.

3) Not this fucking tag survey. Thanks, L.

4) Driving to Penang in a Spyder.

5) Getting some with L.

Five Biggest Joys In Life:
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1) Acting like Richard Hammond (but secretly being more like James May).

2) The five seconds of true ecstasy that God endowed to me. It’s quite literally Life Itself.

3) Achieving goals that were set (and even some that I didn’t know where there).

4) Finding the courage to trudge on warily every day through this morose life.

5) Having someone tell you they love you. Though…they usually leave me right after.


The Rules:

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Once you have been tagged you have to write a blog with six weird facts/things/habits about yourself. In the end, you need to pick six people to be tagged and list their names.

1. I like picking my nose a lot.

2. If I’m alone while driving, I tend to do a Steven Tyler impersonation all the way home.

3. I can’t give proper hickeys.

4. I believe in monogamy.

5. My paternal great-grandfather was one of the richest men in Kuala Lumpur. He gambled his life away and subjected his family to poverty (all 10 children).

6. I believe I’d make a great father.

I TAG: absolutely nobody. Do this voluntarily, if you’d like.