raindrops keep falling on my head.

the second night of filming. wai mun and justin felt that the "savage" fight scene from yesterday wasn't up to par, and looking at the footage, we had to agree. sandeep's condominium served as a location: there was a vacant level at the residents' carpark with great lighting. lots of it. the fight scene was rechoreographed and improvised upon heavily.

and then the rain came.

this would usually have been a disadvantage but, lo and behold, fighting in the rain made it a lot more dramatic (the top level of the carpark was serendipitiously semi-covered). fortune smiled upon Her favourite sons.

we'll probably have to do a load of adr once everything is wrapped. the first half of my scenes have been finished. i'll probably be back within the next two weeks to record my more travolta moments. i'll hopefully look a little bit fitter than i do in the stills below by then. ugh. i am the superpudgyinfiltrator. still gotta get my hands on the original to show the difference between me now, and the me from two years ago.

not to worry, kids. nigel's shots are up on schedule next and he really is a lean, mean, spying machine.

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i'd make a more believable fat triad member than a superspy. i wish i had a neck and half a chin.

getting cosy.

a costume. amazing.

a confession? i really want to lose weight so that i can get my neck back. just to illustrate a point:

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this was me 2 years ago.

i gotta bring it back, bitches. and with your help, i can.
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i spent the day studying for friday's statistics midterm. the afternoon was spent following ruby, farah and G to midvalley. lingerie shopping, ladies' boxers, coffee and kfc. unhealthy. i've made a promise to myself to walk for a longer period of time tomorrow to make up for the evil deeds for the last two days. it's almost dawn as i'm typing this now. i've got to collect food from my mother when she comes over at 8. and then i can sleep. i'm still trying to sort out where the studying comes in, but i suppose i can squeeze in a cram session on friday itself, prior to the test.

another long day clocked in.

the infiltrator 3.

filming started at 3 a.m. at the pedestrian walkway at sri hartamas. it was basically a few shots of sazman chasing me across the walkway filmed at various angles. the wonders of digitalization. to my own credit, i ran like hell. though in reality, he'd most definitely win the race. what was shocking was the walkway itself: despite looking sturdy, it shook under our running. the iron supports shook, trembled and shuddered their way through.

we also did a savage fight scene of sorts at the park in bangkung. rolling around in the mud in at 5 a.m. isn't as exciting as it's made out to be. but the action...the action's all there. my left knee's slightly sore and my adidas' are stained. boofuckinhoo. and i need to shower badly. i'm a mangly mess.

but it's alright. i'm an action star.

god. that is funny, isn't it?

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this infiltrator will be even better than the last. we've got a better camera, a plot, dialogue, visual nuances, and we might even fit in a chase scene with decent, fast cars (though a lot depends on how the tentative scene will be shot). we've got a bigger budget of sorts. and it feels good.

though i'd love to be in a short film that has snappy dialogue and talks about the travesty that life is. it'd have a lot of smoking in it, a lot of guys would be bitching and it'd have at least one somewhat attractive girl to make it look better.

if only i had a dv cam.

visit the...official?...site here.

keep walking.

a slight change of plans saw me walking through the better parts of bangsar for an hour; gradual ascents, gentle descents and the one bangsar uphill stretch. who knew that pantai hill could be so fun? if the weather permits, wednesday will find me back on the home trail. it's good to tough it out; it's bad when you have trouble finding (healthy) food at 11 at night. i anticlimatically settled on a large chicken foldover meal.

there's really nothing you can find that's reasonably healthy that isn't expensive opened in the late hours of the night. i can surmise that there's nothing that's reasonably healthy in the first place, short of home-cooked food that didn't a) come from a can b) come from a freezer and c) wasn't prepared by me.

there've been a few plans that friends have suggested.

1. a number of small meals spread throughout the day
2. carbs for lunch and laying off them for dinner
3. a meatless diet (fish, veggies and fruits only)
4. the subway diet ($$$)
5. eating proportionately less and exercising more
6. not bothering about it and just living a little

youse pricks.

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it's almost half past 4 as i'm typing this. a lot of time was spent at the masterful surprise's lair, along with wai mun and sazman, detailing a plan to either film the continuation of the saga of the infiltrator. i'll try posting up the video soon. looking back, i was really healthy-looking in the clip in comparison to my current condition. gotta bring it back. those were our super-indie filmaker moments. frantic camera work, vacant parking lots and skateboards equal to unparalleled celluloid magic. will do my best to get my hands on the original stuff.

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i can't give serious lines with a straight face. i just can't. i can give serious lines, undoubtedly, as long as i'm not looking at anyone. i'd probably be the king of adr. but i'm definitely not an actor's actor.

not everyone can be jude law, darling. i'm sorry, but i tried my best for you.

lyrics of the week.

twice as much ain't twice as good
can't sustain like one half could
it's wanting more
that's gonna send me to my knees.

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who knew that listening to john mayer repeatedly could bring solace?

you can reject the reality of it all as much as you want, even if you know denying it is foolish. nobody wants to settle for less.

oh god here we go.

it's the end of the world. my aunt has just taken the light of my life, unsupervised. alone. i bet that the car's gonna get at least one scratch. oh lord. an ode to you, my love.

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oh, burgundy!
zero to sixty in eight,
not as fast as an enzo,
but faster than an eater,
an eater of land of mine!

oh, luxury!
your leather beckons to me each time!
your wood panel steering,
your rims round and prim,
it gets to me every time!

oh, memory!
thou art a child of mine!
with a hiss and a purr,
we skip toll booths and burrs,
your death would be a woeful crime.

sex and julia roberts.

you spend half your life in the crapper. at least it feels that way to me; diarrhea can be such a pain. undoubtedly, it might be a novel way to lose weight, but looking at the way my stomach feels right now, it'd be more of a last resort than Option A. three days of this shit (pun intended) and there's no letting up. i don't even know how i got it: either my mother's pasta, the fried chicken balls that night or simply dodgy limau ais at MGR.

the worst part is the way my stomach pounds which makes me genuinely wince and grimace. even kicking me in the balls couldn't get such a strong reaction from me. it's sad to know that i'm more at the mercy of my colon than my testicles.

ugh. special thanks to lezel for whipping up last night's dinner. it was fantastic...loved the salad and the chicken.

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i'd never seen an episode of one in a million prior to its grand finale last night. suki's cute but i didn't really expect her to win...she was kind of undeserving. that faizal fella brought the house down. then again, kudos to her for becoming a 16 year old chinese female millionaire. now she's got leverage against all the boys who're going to come foaming after her. i'd think twice though: anyone willing to wear her second outfit last night needs to get examined.

i really should join one of these reality talent contests. i'd make for good television. i swear.

coming to think of it, have you ever been to those simple singing contests that've been held in malls throughout the country? you usually have five participants: 4 adults and 1 child. the child always wins based on the fact that it's a child. meritocracy? credibility? bah.

sigh.

life's a crapper.

happy birthday, lynn.

behave.

i need kumon.

lordy. i visited the course counsellor/councillor (i get confused over the word) and realized that my uncanny ability to delay my graduation is truly...uncanny. although (ceteris parabus) i'm on track, i've got an additional elective to sit for. i was shocked until i saw my transcript...i had mistakenly assumed that i'd taken all six required electives.

on the upside, this means i'll be occupied for the next semester (the truncated 10 week summer semester) and i'll have unvalidated (yet justified) excuses to get out of the house during the day instead of having to face the wrath of mr. tai.

i also can take three remaining core subjects i have in one sitting; the prerequisites listed are the lecturer's own preference but i would be more than qualified to sit for them under the college's requirements.

bottom line: instead of having 3 more subjects to complete when i (Godwilling) clear these two current papers, i've got 4. no biggie. i'm still on track.

i hope.

i'm awaiting the impending barrage of criticism coming my way when my father returns from wherever it is he's at.

i admit to the negligence; i guess i can't count to 6.

make me sweat like a pig in heat.

100%, pure, ulu yam pussy.

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i know i haven't been tagged but it's late and i'm bored.

LAYER ONE
Spell your name with bands/artists.

T - Tears for Fears
A - Aerosmith
I - Incubus

LAYER TWO
Name - (Ian) Tai Foo Hing
Birthdate - 04.08.83
Nickname - Foo, God, Starf*cker (no, seriously, there's an asterisk in it), Tai Foo, Boom Boom Kittyfuck
Current location - Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
Eye colour - Hazel
Hair colour - Black
Righty or lefty - Righty
Zodiac sign - Leo

LAYER THREE
Shoes you wore today - Adidas Superstars (I)
Your weakness - Long, straight hair. Cult movies (as in movies with cult followings and not movies about cults for you literalists out there). Video games.
Your fears - Death and baldness.
Your perfect pizza - Hawaiian.
Goal you'd like to achieve - Becoming a full-fledged, bona fide international rock star who skirts between credibility and sales, with a legion of fans worldwide who clamour for each new release and won't stop lapping them up. The fools.

LAYER FOUR
Your best physical feature - My fingers.
Your bedtime - 2 a.m. to 3 a.m.
Most missed memory - Sabrina's A/V room all those years ago.

LAYER FIVE
Pepsi or coke - Coke.
Mcdonalds or Burger King - McD's.
Nike or Adidas - Adidas.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea - Lipton.
Chocolate or Vanilla - Vanilla.
Cappucino or Coffee - Coffee.

LAYER SIX
Smoke - Yes.
Curse - Yes.
Sing - Very well.
Take a shower everyday - A hot one, nonetheless.
Have a crush - More like a deep infatuation.
Do you think you've been in love - Yes.
Want to go college - I wish I was in Berkley.
Like high school - Not really.
Want to get married - What would Uncle Charlie do?
Believe in yourself - Nope.
Get motion sickness - Nope.
Think you're a health freak - Nope.
Get along with your parents - Nope.
Play an instrument - Guitar, drums, piano, bass, recorder, organ, keyboards, chello, triangle, bongos, congas, maracas, shaker, and the ever-loving, blue eyed whistle.

LAYER SEVEN
In the past month...

Drank alcohol - Nope.
Done a drug - Nope.
Gone to a mall - Yes.
Eaten an entire box of Oreos - Yes.
Eaten Sushi - Nope.
Been on stage - Yes.
Been dumped - Nope.
Gone skating - Nope.
Made homemade cookies - Nope.
Gone Skinny Dipping - Nope.
Dyed your hair - Nope.
Stolen anything - Nope.

LAYER EIGHT
Ever...

Played a game that required removal of clothing - Nope. Wait. Uh. Yes.
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated - By caiprinha, the world's safest drink.
Been called a tease - Nope.
Been beaten up - Yup.

LAYER NINE
Age you hope to be married - It was 27 but now it's probably around 35.
Numbers and Names of Children - 2. Luke and Leia. Mork and Mindy (inter-species incest). Jacen and Jaina.
Describe your Dream Wedding - Shotgun wedding in Vegas with an Elvis impersonator. There'd also be a fountain and a topless fat woman would wear a halo and play the harp.
Where you want to go to college - Berkley.
What place would you most like to visit - New York.

LAYER TEN
In the opposite sex..

Best eye color - Grey.
Best hair color - Brown.
Short hair or long hair - Long.
Height - 162 cm (and just to add on: Ｂ:88cm, Ｗ:58cm, Ｈ:86cm)
Best weight - unknown.
Best articles of clothing - Pyjamas.

just to rub it in to all you losers (i'm proud of my efforts), she'd look a little like this.

yup. i am currently a very, very, lucky guy. hi, babe. =)

LAYER ELEVEN
Number of people I could trust with my life - 1.
Number of CDs that I own - 300+
Number of piercings - formerly 2.
Number of tattoos - None.
Number of cars your family owns - 3. or 4.

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did you really believe i could even get the most exotic looking (wholesome) japanese porn star out there? i really wish i did. i'd bend over backwards and let her do unnatural things to me to keep her (which would require me bending backwards, of course).

in truth? right now i'm quite happy where i am. alone. miserable. pining. and all that jazz. you're in my mind, all the time...i know that's not enough. sadly, bono was right. he knew what he was talking about.

the leprechaun.

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there's this certain state of mind that i attain whenever i take a pull on a cigarette. it's me time. when i'm alone in my thoughts, and totally calm. the effects of nicotine may have worn off on me a long time ago (i smoke lights, after all) but no matter what they do, they can't take that time you have with your stick away from you. it's a time i really do treasure because i can shut the world off and take those five minutes to relax and think.

sometimes, those times where i'm sitting there, hunched, with my face staring down at the floor can be the most fulfilling highlights of my day.

• a break from an otherwise sombre 3 hour lecture with a man who think's he's God's Gift To Man
• waiting for a bus while having nothing to do
• planning an exit strategy from an inevitable fate
• looking cool hoping that someone would notice
• hoping that a smoker girl would ask for a light

there're so many moments that call for a light up. and there're so many more. although my sticks don't love me, they certainly won't leave me.

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the only reason i can see for a girl to make love to a horse would be the fact that it would be a stud.

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apologies for the crudeness. you can be thankful that my fatigue has finally caught up with me. don't forget to close your doors and to switch off your lights, lest you want to be asked if you live in a barn.

and don't forget to flush. i'm watching you. charlie, out.

jesus don't want me for a sunbeam.

call it post-trekathon fever, but i've just walked non-stop for 1 and a half hours around the neighbourhood. it also helps that there're a few attractive girls running around with short shorts (but just not that particular one) to keep the mind going. i know that brisk walking wouldn't be a big deal to all of you, but at least it's a step in the right direction (pun intended). i hope that i wake up with incredibly sore legs tomorrow morning...the sign that something went right. if i can do this every alternate day, i think i'd be in much better shape by the end of the month. if i carry on. i can hopefully move up to throwing in some light jogging in after 2 weeks. that would be progress.

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mr. yap, josephine (from the uq office), denise and i visited the selangor family aid association's center in ulu yam today. there're 81 residents, who're either physically or mentally handicapped. watching them makes your heart bleed. i remember how my maternal grandfather was admitted into a nursing home. he had gone mad after my grandmother passed away. he also had parkinson's. after a while, he wouldn't remember any of us, but it got better before he passed away.

thinking of it now, i feel sorry that i never got to know him...that i was away for so long. i also feel sorry that i didn't really appreciate him when i was younger...it's funny how these things only creep in when you get older. the same can be said of my paternal grandfather...i was living with him from my first day back here up to the day he died. i could've been a little kinder towards him.

you can't make up for past regrets.

anyway, the council will most probably settle on helping the association's center.

either way, the details of our charity bazaar are as follows:

date: 16th to 18th october, 2006
time: 10:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. daily
venue: kompleks pejabat damansara, block a --- directly opposite wisma uoa in damansara heights

independent vendors will be selling food, knick knacks and other forms of handicraft. if we're lucky, digi will also show up with phat stuff (i can't believe that i just said "phat"). at the same time, we'll be having a dunking machine on the last day (the 18th), with the department of business studies' finest lecturers on target. if you're interested in being a vendor, please drop me a line...the more the merrier.

anyway, here're a few pictures that we took of the residents having lunch. it's not exactly a compelling view of things (we weren't allowed to take photos of the residents in their quarters but that was the clincher). these people genuinely need help.

assembling for lunch.

there were some genuinely touching scenes that we didn't take. i watched as one resident helped another to eat. some of these residents, despite being what they are, are willing to help each other out. if they're physically capable, they're able to perform menial tasks like collecting water for their fellow residents, or pushing a wheelchair-bound resident around.

of course, it's not so pretty, either. i was floored when i this elderly lady unable to feed herself. she needed help and it looked as though she was literally crying for help. there's this other resident there who's 23...my age...who was born blind and mute. what is worst is that her head is smaller in terms of proportions to the rest of her body...she was crying to herself when we saw her.

it's time like these that make you realize that no matter how shitty you've got it, someone else out there has it much worst than you. you should thank Whoever you're meant to thank for what you have. and you should only hope that it doesn't get taken away from you.

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after visiting the center, the four of us went for lunch. according to mr. yap, ulu yam is famous for its koh meen (i'm not sure what it means in english)...especially this one shop that he took us to, which was, in his words, "the original".

the restaurant is deep inside the old part of ulu yam.

...and the specialty itself.

many thanks to mr. yap for paying for lunch. if he reads this.

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on the way there, we passed by some pipes which had fresh mountain water flowing from them. i didn't take a picture of them, coz...it'd be more than a bit strange. however, we passed by what was known as waterfall that dispensed "holy water". go figure.

the water comes straight from the hills/mountains. it's quite popular with genting gamblers coz they get to wash away their...filth.

the long road to nowhere.

what a day.

bone in pants/hand on bone.

call me shallow but there's nothing more satisfying than seeing a huge group of girls in t-shirts and short-shorts running madly through a jungle, sweat pouring down. HELP's annual trekathon gets better and better each year, despite having to wake up at an ungodly hour on a saturday to participate. paying RM 5 to tire yourself out aimlessly isn't the smartest thing to do, but the upside of it all has to be the girls.

years of smoking and binging have taken their toll on me. from now on, i really shall try my best not to smoke and not to eat needlessly. really. either that, or i'll go back to bukit gasing once a month to go through the route. that would make my RM 5 go a long way, no?

in hindsight, i don't really understand why it's labelled as a race. it's not exactly the safest place to run through. and it's dirty as hell. some of the first-timers today were totally disillusioned...they assumed that they were meant to walk through the bukit gasing neighbourhood.

we didn't stick around for the prize-giving ceremony. we headed back to lionel's, where i felt the joy of dipping my feet into a pool. add good company and a breathtaking view along with it and the world seems to move by very slowly.

bliss.

for those of you staying in the taman tun/dj/du vicinity, try restoran muhibbah seafood. aside from the silly name, its fried rice with salted fish is brilliant, as well as the fried sotong (its even acknowledged as "everyone's favourite" in the menu). if you know where the maybank in ttdi is, just drive up all the way along the main road. it's near the end of the road (it occupies 3 shoplots), and it's directly opposite the condos.

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some of rachel bilson's outtakes from her vanity fair photo shoot. the o.c. is coming back in november.

you don't have to search any more.

Apparently the original Supernova was granted an injunction against tommy lee's Supernova. But either way, Rock Star: Supernova is done and dusted. I guess that with the show concluding, the summer season itself is well and truly done for (in the US, at least...the sun always shines in KL).

All you members of the Rossi Possi (sic) should feel incredibly gratified to have your gothboy as Supernova's pick. I think it's a bit of a strange choice, seeing how Dilana, despite being wracked with issues, should've been the one. But it's not my band.

Seeing Mig on the reality episode was a surprise. Just to let you know, Mig's got an album out in January. Woot. Marty Casey is most probably still with the Lovehammers, and we all know what happened to JD Fortune. Let's hope that Lukas is in this for the long haul...or that Supernova (or whatever it's going to be called from now on if the injunction is permanent) can actually last more than six months from January.

ahem.

i have a hunch that a few people are going to start complaining soon. =)

i'm kind of playing with the html. if you'd like me to take your photo off, or better yet, forward me a better photo to display, by all means, do so.

head-butts and wheelies.

schumacher: this is it.

the replacement congratulates the only man who can bring down Alonso.

it's hard to tell from this picture but kubica is a giant.

the highlight of my sunday.
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it's official: this will be michael schumacher's final season in racing. i've never been that much of a Schumacher fan, but i've got to admit that he really is the greatest f1 racer who's ever walked. (talk about not being a fan). he's brought conviction and controversy to the table, and f1 is going to be a much less colourful spectacle without him. since his heady days in benneton to his single-handed revitalization of ferrari, he's made an impact on the sport and brought formula 1 into the global consciousness. this season, i've been doing something i've never done before: i've been rallying behind the man. and hopefully he can leave in style, by grabbing the world championship from Alonso and bidding us a fond farewell.

it'd only be fitting if schumi would knock alonso out of the final race of the season. he'd assure himself a place in the history books. remember zidane? it'd probably be just as memorable.

schumacher is currently only 2 points behind alonso. schumacher must win at shanghai to really keep the pressure up. if he does and alonso places second, at the most, the difference should only be by one point. which leaves japan and brazil open. to give alonso props, he was devastating last year in katayama. but i really do hope he gives schumi a chance coz it's really only polite.

either that or the renault will blow again.

who's your money on now? the returning champion or the upstart to the throne?

help!

my dvd-rw is wonky. i burnt my interview onto CD today, and the length was about 17 minutes. it'd normally take a minute or two, but it took 7 minutes. just to give a clearer view, a standard (full) 750MB/80 minute CD should take about three and a half to four minutes to burn. thinking that this was a one-off thing, i burnt Azamanga Daioh and Beck (both about 4.2 GB) seperately, on Nero and Roxio respectively. it took 40 minutes per disc. the write speed was constant at 1.3 to 1.4x. these are DVD-Rs, not RWs.

to give a clearer picture, a fewweeks ago i burnt the first season of two and a half men (4.6 GB) and it took 7 minutes.

help me. please. this is boggling. i want the Nero countdown timer to work for a reason. this is a drive problem...solutions would be welcome (short of calling Dell and complaining about it).

update: just tested the drive with a cd-r and my top speed is 15x (out of a maximum of 48x). i'm quite worried.

it's been so long since i've seen the ocean.

it's alright to make mistakes. it's alright to repeat them (despite what certain people say). just don't own up to repeating them and you should be fine. don't forget my lifelong philosophy: getting spanked is one thing, but people knowing that you got spanked is even worse.

admit it: we're prone to making the same mistakes again and again. once you've hit a brick wall, you either get back up on your feet or lay down there, staring at the sky for what would seem like ages. it's an inertia cost - being comfortable where you are because you aren't particularly bothered to go anywhere else (all that relationship marketing jargon has finally come to good use).

we're stubborn little demons. we'd most likely learn from our errors but we can't just help ourselves.

but it's okay as long as nobody knows too much.

okay. maybe i'm only trying to console myself here.

i gotta stop using my own shoulder to cry on.

oh, pedro.

i've been tagged by khai lun. 6 random facts about myself. uh.

1. my wall-mask, pedro, has given me beautiful dreams for the last 4 years.
2. for a fat guy, i can run pretty fast.
3. my father was a diplomat.
4. i think in english fluently (with an accent!) but i hide behind a wall of manglish as a facade. [as a note, #s 3 and 4 are the only 2 things i have in common with khairy jamaluddin. i've never tried hitting on the prime minister's daughter before].
5. although i despise taiwanese women for personal reasons, i love them for personal reasons as well.
6. i can break into a falsetto straight after a manly growl, just like chris cornell.

there we go.

i tag...uh:

1. lynn
2. the masterful surprise
3. theo
4. lisa
5. lezel
6. and as an experiment of sorts, sabrina.
   

everyone wants to be a pirate.

arrrrrrrrr.

i was having lunch with my father yesterday and i told him about my idea to record lectures and burn them onto cd to sell, since nobody is particularly bothered to do so. he then told me about his days in UM, where he'd make contacts and sell compilations of the lecturers' notes for (what was then) big money. he'd appoint his friends to be agents on his behalf, and they'd take some of the cut.

what if they took the books themselves to copy and to sell? well, apparently my dad was the only one who could copy them as he had friends in printing. as in proper printing presses. copying would've cost as much, if not more...and besides, in his own words, "people were more honest back then". they wouldn't take the con out of each other.

amazing. copyright infringement dates back to the 70s, courtesy of my respected, reputable and recalcitrant father.

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the interview with the doctor could've been better. i've discovered my habit for jumping into a one-way conversation. i'm easily excitable. i don't really know if the contents of the interview are enough for the assignment, but on the bright side, getting the thing recorded beats making stuff up all the time and failing for it.

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anyway, my father and i had lunch at the slightly dodgy wenworth hotel, in the heart of pudu. it was the closest place to eat from the doctor's. this was my second there time...RM 15 for all the dim sum you can eat. if you're bringing a girl out and you want to impress her to an extent, come to the wenworth and then get a room for a "day".

empty-ish. it's much bigger than this...there'd be at least 2 more areas further on the right.

it's a car on a hill. funky looking wall adornment.

the chee chong fun isn't as solid as we'd expect it to be.

i don't know what this is called.

eggplants and egg tarts.

more from the spread.
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the lorenzo bed upstairs.


a concentrated heap of junk downstairs.


a bird's eye view of the junk. note the crumped, blue comforter. also note the lack of proper chairs.


a beautiful mess.


it protects me while i sleep. i think.
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oh. i want to take a crap.