Valentine's Day.... always the one sad and lonely day of the year. Don't know why but seems that I've always lack luck in love.... no, not that I failed during the proposing...but the fact that I can't find the girl that I really like.... I was too busy having fun as a bachelor until form 5....then I head to KL, where only 3 girls are available to 17 guys and all are chinese-speaking, some always laughing at my chinese (In a way, they teach me chinese so I don't really mind anyway) , then I'm off to Japan...dunno la guys, Jap chics don't interest me. With all those over-exxxxxagerated cuteness .... just can't take it no more.
But it's not that i never found any, just that circumstances aren't not good to start a relationship, distance issue...etc.
Hmm....I wonder if I should have forwarded all the "Send to at least 10 people or suffer a loveless life for the next 10 years" kind of thing. If all those chain letters are true, I'd be out of love for the next 200 years.....and last i check, humans don't live that long.
Note to self : Good luck la dude.....
Sigh....well, I'll talk about Valentine's in Japan instead.
Valentine's day in M'sia is guy giving girls flowers and girls giving guys cute little stuff right? In Japan, it's girls give guys chocolates....guys don't give anything. Then, on March 3rd, it's "White Day" where guys return chocolates to girls....not literally "returning", but they buy a new box of chocolate to give to girls. So, Valentine's Day is a big day for guys...I saw this one guy sitting down on the stairs looking anxious, fidgetting every 2 seconds, then his phone rings and he jumps up like there's fire under his ass...then runs outside to meet a blushing girl holding a beatifully decorated red box to match her now red cheeks.
Me? I was eating alone... wondering about that chain letters thingie...
Well actually, I'm not all that particularly interested in any Jap girls (I still like M'sian girls best!!) at the moment, but then again....you feel that kind of pang, you know what I'm saying? And luck have it that I'll be staying in Japan for quite sometime .... irony??
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Nagano 3: Jack, Jill and Randy went up a hill. One came tumbling down..who?
Okay...Kelly's right, i can't keep writing old stuff....but it's not like i wanted to write old stuff ya know. I was seriously busy with this and that...mainly studies. I did quite badly for my last, so, in order to ensure myself a ticket back, I had to put in some effort. You see, if i do badly again, i have to stay back here and have a retest....
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My previous entry was a bout what a good job we did, making M'sia famous...with a not so "friendly" way, but Hey!...whatever goes to get the job done right???
Anyways, snow....hmm...let me give you a better description of it. To me....snow is like God's suffering a serious dandruff problem and He just have a knack at shaking em' off at this time of the year. You see this white flakes falling down from the sky just like dandruff flakes falling off a non-Pantene consumer. The only difference is that snow flakes don't smell and we don't have fun throwing dandruff at each other.
Snow....it's actually a real nuisance ya know, they block traffic, they block trains, they kill...yeah, plenty of cases where snow piled on the roof just come sliding down and next thing you know, you're all naked and you have a pair of wings with a glowing ring above the head.
Otherwise, snow is great. Since everything is white, you get an impression that the place is very very clean. No dirt, no rubbish...all concealed under dandruff-from-sky. Here's a few pic for your pleasure...
And of course...I went snow boarding. That itself made me 13.67% cooler than any of you out there. You can dress up like a supermodel and all, and i'll just come and say "hey! ever done snow boarding?? No? haha....you dare call yourself a person??"....nah...just kidding yo....but seriously, snow boarding is cool!! Actually...to be precise, boarding isn't cool for the first day. All I did was climb up the slope then roll all the way down....climb up again, and tumble all the way down again...Sigh...such embarrassment. There were chair lifts but us P.I.Cs figured that it'd be a waste of money since we are beginners and resorted to climbing. But thank g.....no, thank my parents they gave me this …umm… this…dunno what to call it but by the second day, I managed to slide all the way down without falling even once. And at mid-day second day, I was already a speed demon.
*no pic of me snow boarding...I was the cameraman....and as skilled as i am, I can't take pic of myself while i board....I did take a video though..*
That was the time where I felt the true pleasure of snow boarding….the effortless gliding….free to go any direction I want to…it was like the whole slope was meant for me…free….like a bird….
But too bad I’m not a bird and I don’t have a 360 degree vision. I keep crashing with chics around me. I was like sliding with my body sideways when this chic comes from behind me and WHAM!! Next thing I know, I was seeing all white and I’m drooling like a retard…. Damn those amateurs….ehem….I mentioned chic because the only guy I crashed with was P.I.C Jeremy. The others were all jap chics looking for a good time. The truth…is out there….du DU du Du du duuu…..
And so ends my wonderful winter holidays….there’s more to it (We went Disneyland!! did my New year countdown there....don't know whether can call it countdown but what the heck..) but scared Kelly might mengamuk…and when she does…she tweets up a loooong tweety blog to torture any readers who tweets by her site…and that includes me.
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My previous entry was a bout what a good job we did, making M'sia famous...with a not so "friendly" way, but Hey!...whatever goes to get the job done right???
Anyways, snow....hmm...let me give you a better description of it. To me....snow is like God's suffering a serious dandruff problem and He just have a knack at shaking em' off at this time of the year. You see this white flakes falling down from the sky just like dandruff flakes falling off a non-Pantene consumer. The only difference is that snow flakes don't smell and we don't have fun throwing dandruff at each other.
Snow....it's actually a real nuisance ya know, they block traffic, they block trains, they kill...yeah, plenty of cases where snow piled on the roof just come sliding down and next thing you know, you're all naked and you have a pair of wings with a glowing ring above the head.
Otherwise, snow is great. Since everything is white, you get an impression that the place is very very clean. No dirt, no rubbish...all concealed under dandruff-from-sky. Here's a few pic for your pleasure...
And of course...I went snow boarding. That itself made me 13.67% cooler than any of you out there. You can dress up like a supermodel and all, and i'll just come and say "hey! ever done snow boarding?? No? haha....you dare call yourself a person??"....nah...just kidding yo....but seriously, snow boarding is cool!! Actually...to be precise, boarding isn't cool for the first day. All I did was climb up the slope then roll all the way down....climb up again, and tumble all the way down again...Sigh...such embarrassment. There were chair lifts but us P.I.Cs figured that it'd be a waste of money since we are beginners and resorted to climbing. But thank g.....no, thank my parents they gave me this …umm… this…dunno what to call it but by the second day, I managed to slide all the way down without falling even once. And at mid-day second day, I was already a speed demon.
*no pic of me snow boarding...I was the cameraman....and as skilled as i am, I can't take pic of myself while i board....I did take a video though..*
That was the time where I felt the true pleasure of snow boarding….the effortless gliding….free to go any direction I want to…it was like the whole slope was meant for me…free….like a bird….
But too bad I’m not a bird and I don’t have a 360 degree vision. I keep crashing with chics around me. I was like sliding with my body sideways when this chic comes from behind me and WHAM!! Next thing I know, I was seeing all white and I’m drooling like a retard…. Damn those amateurs….ehem….I mentioned chic because the only guy I crashed with was P.I.C Jeremy. The others were all jap chics looking for a good time. The truth…is out there….du DU du Du du duuu…..
And so ends my wonderful winter holidays….there’s more to it (We went Disneyland!! did my New year countdown there....don't know whether can call it countdown but what the heck..) but scared Kelly might mengamuk…and when she does…she tweets up a loooong tweety blog to torture any readers who tweets by her site…and that includes me.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Nagano 2 : Misdirected hostility
Okay, gotta apologised again for blogging a late entry. Just came back from yet another trip. Too busy having fun...
Anyways, for this blog, it's about how us M'sians men 'sia sui' kan M'sia's name by accidently commiting 3 misdirected hostilites...may be a bit long but interesting-ness guaranteed.
Chapter 1:
Scene: Night when I reached the Backpackers inn
Time: 0030
Owner: I want to explain about the kitchen rules here, can someone come with me please?
P.I.Cs: Randy, you go la....with that mafia headgear, he might give you free food!
CRAPPED!!: Sigh....okay,okay...
At the Kitchen....
Owner: Here, you can cook anything you want but please clean up afterwards. Please don't leave it like this frying pan here, I wonder who used this. And about food, you can have anything here that's marked "FREE" with black marker, like these peanut butter and margarine. Please don't mistaken with "OWNER" or "NAO (Owner's wife)" . That's ours.
CRAPPED!!: Okay, understood. I'll let them know....thank you and goodnight.
Owner: Goodnight, hope you get good rest.
Next morning at the kitchen...
P.I.C Jeremy: Morning Randy...
CRAPPED!!: Morning...breakfast??
P.I.C Jeremy: So, what can eat and what cannot eat??
CRAPPED!!: Uhh....from what I heard yesterday, he said the ones "marked" means can eat....
P.I.C Jeremy: You sure?? Sure ah?? then i'm frying the eggs...okay right? it's marked "NAO"
CRAPPED!!: Yeah, why not...I think so...maybe....uhh...maybe....
P.I.C Jeremy: SURE OR NOT??
CRAPPED!!: Yeah yeah, sure....say, can fry one for me, thanx.
And so he opened a new packed of eggs, fried them. I saw an english guy sliced some bread .... I went on to slice some for myself and Jeremy. We later had breakfast at the common hall, adjoining to the kitchen. At that time, P.I.C Fook Hee was helping himself with an egg as well....happily frying it when Nao, owner's wife walked in the kitchen and opened the fridge reaching for the eggs....her new and shiny pack of eggs, carefully decorated with her name "NAO". Me and Jeremy, both noticing her, tensed up a bit when....
Nao: Eh?
(Looking around here and there...then counting very slowly...)
Nao: 1..... 2... 3... 4... 5...6...
(Looked around again furiously, then counted again, this time using her finger.)
Nao: 1..... 2... 3... 4... 5...6...
(She looked around again. This time noticing P.I.C Fook hee frying an egg...happily. Guess what fook hee did in response? He smiled.....smiled at her and said "good morning" in a cheerful voice.....)
Sensing the situation, I immediately rushed to the kitchen and apologized to her. Damn it was scary...since she had that "garang" look, I apologized profusely, saying i made a mistake and promosing to replace them. She must be super mad cause' she didn't utter a single word....hell, she didn't even blink!! Sigh....know what?? turned out that the bread wasn't free as well. It belong to that english guy. Worse, I sliced the bread in front of him!!
Can't blame me right?? I-I was tired and sleepy that night before...and I was never a good listener at "taklimat" .
Chapter 2.
Scene: After a tiring day of snowboarding, P.I.C wanted to have a nice hot shower...
Time: Evening
P.I.C have been waiting to use the bathroom for almost an hour...couldn't be patient anymore, he asked around and one of the "ang mo kau" said that it might be his friend Jerry. Take note that he said "might"....So, Jeremy, being impatient went to the bathroom which is downstairs...
P.I.C Jeremy: (Irritated voice) Excuse me, Jerry? Can you hurry up please??
From inside the bathroom: Okay...okay.....
P.I.C Jeremy waited for another few minutes....couldn't be any more patient than that,
P.I.C Jeremy: Excuse me! Oi! Hurry Up PLEASE!!
Then, Jeremy's prayers was answered by the sound of bathroom door unlocking....and guess who came out?? The Owner and his wife!! P.I.C Jeremy had apparently done a very good job at asking the two owners of the place to "hurry up" while they were having their own private (and intimate) time in the bathroom. Sigggghhh.....Jeremy, jeremy.....congratz la....
Chapter 3
Scene: At the driveway.
Time: Evening.
Remember the egg incident? Well, in case you don't.....OH MY GOD!! You should see a doctor or a psychitriast...get help!!! Ehem.....Anyway, i said i will replace the four eggs i stole from her. Not those "eggs" ya...just normal chicken eggs. So...
CRAPPED!!: Excuse me Mr. Owner, uhh...do you know where can i buy eggs??
Owner: (with a smile) Yea, you can get them from Jusco. I'll give you guys a lift there later okay?
CRAPPED!!: Sure, thanks a lot. I appreciate it.
And he drove us 4 fellas all the way to Jusco, which is about 10 minutes away...just to buy a pack of eggs. Don't make sense right? Wasting petrol on a freezing night just to buy a pack of eggs. Sigh....*malu*...*malu*....
I think from now on, M'sia will be blacklisted d....bet we'll be labeled as "Egg robber"....hahaha...funny, we come all the way to Japan only to curi telur ayam!!
Anyways, for this blog, it's about how us M'sians men 'sia sui' kan M'sia's name by accidently commiting 3 misdirected hostilites...may be a bit long but interesting-ness guaranteed.
Chapter 1:
Scene: Night when I reached the Backpackers inn
Time: 0030
Owner: I want to explain about the kitchen rules here, can someone come with me please?
P.I.Cs: Randy, you go la....with that mafia headgear, he might give you free food!
CRAPPED!!: Sigh....okay,okay...
At the Kitchen....
Owner: Here, you can cook anything you want but please clean up afterwards. Please don't leave it like this frying pan here, I wonder who used this. And about food, you can have anything here that's marked "FREE" with black marker, like these peanut butter and margarine. Please don't mistaken with "OWNER" or "NAO (Owner's wife)" . That's ours.
CRAPPED!!: Okay, understood. I'll let them know....thank you and goodnight.
Owner: Goodnight, hope you get good rest.
Next morning at the kitchen...
P.I.C Jeremy: Morning Randy...
CRAPPED!!: Morning...breakfast??
P.I.C Jeremy: So, what can eat and what cannot eat??
CRAPPED!!: Uhh....from what I heard yesterday, he said the ones "marked" means can eat....
P.I.C Jeremy: You sure?? Sure ah?? then i'm frying the eggs...okay right? it's marked "NAO"
CRAPPED!!: Yeah, why not...I think so...maybe....uhh...maybe....
P.I.C Jeremy: SURE OR NOT??
CRAPPED!!: Yeah yeah, sure....say, can fry one for me, thanx.
And so he opened a new packed of eggs, fried them. I saw an english guy sliced some bread .... I went on to slice some for myself and Jeremy. We later had breakfast at the common hall, adjoining to the kitchen. At that time, P.I.C Fook Hee was helping himself with an egg as well....happily frying it when Nao, owner's wife walked in the kitchen and opened the fridge reaching for the eggs....her new and shiny pack of eggs, carefully decorated with her name "NAO". Me and Jeremy, both noticing her, tensed up a bit when....
Nao: Eh?
(Looking around here and there...then counting very slowly...)
Nao: 1..... 2... 3... 4... 5...6...
(Looked around again furiously, then counted again, this time using her finger.)
Nao: 1..... 2... 3... 4... 5...6...
(She looked around again. This time noticing P.I.C Fook hee frying an egg...happily. Guess what fook hee did in response? He smiled.....smiled at her and said "good morning" in a cheerful voice.....)
Sensing the situation, I immediately rushed to the kitchen and apologized to her. Damn it was scary...since she had that "garang" look, I apologized profusely, saying i made a mistake and promosing to replace them. She must be super mad cause' she didn't utter a single word....hell, she didn't even blink!! Sigh....know what?? turned out that the bread wasn't free as well. It belong to that english guy. Worse, I sliced the bread in front of him!!
Can't blame me right?? I-I was tired and sleepy that night before...and I was never a good listener at "taklimat" .
Chapter 2.
Scene: After a tiring day of snowboarding, P.I.C wanted to have a nice hot shower...
Time: Evening
P.I.C have been waiting to use the bathroom for almost an hour...couldn't be patient anymore, he asked around and one of the "ang mo kau" said that it might be his friend Jerry. Take note that he said "might"....So, Jeremy, being impatient went to the bathroom which is downstairs...
P.I.C Jeremy: (Irritated voice) Excuse me, Jerry? Can you hurry up please??
From inside the bathroom: Okay...okay.....
P.I.C Jeremy waited for another few minutes....couldn't be any more patient than that,
P.I.C Jeremy: Excuse me! Oi! Hurry Up PLEASE!!
Then, Jeremy's prayers was answered by the sound of bathroom door unlocking....and guess who came out?? The Owner and his wife!! P.I.C Jeremy had apparently done a very good job at asking the two owners of the place to "hurry up" while they were having their own private (and intimate) time in the bathroom. Sigggghhh.....Jeremy, jeremy.....congratz la....
Chapter 3
Scene: At the driveway.
Time: Evening.
Remember the egg incident? Well, in case you don't.....OH MY GOD!! You should see a doctor or a psychitriast...get help!!! Ehem.....Anyway, i said i will replace the four eggs i stole from her. Not those "eggs" ya...just normal chicken eggs. So...
CRAPPED!!: Excuse me Mr. Owner, uhh...do you know where can i buy eggs??
Owner: (with a smile) Yea, you can get them from Jusco. I'll give you guys a lift there later okay?
CRAPPED!!: Sure, thanks a lot. I appreciate it.
And he drove us 4 fellas all the way to Jusco, which is about 10 minutes away...just to buy a pack of eggs. Don't make sense right? Wasting petrol on a freezing night just to buy a pack of eggs. Sigh....*malu*...*malu*....
I think from now on, M'sia will be blacklisted d....bet we'll be labeled as "Egg robber"....hahaha...funny, we come all the way to Japan only to curi telur ayam!!
Friday, February 03, 2006
Nagano 1 : snow....Snow...Snow!!.....SNOW!!!!!
Foreword:
I feel soo good today I suddenly feel like writing my blog again. Why is that? well, I think i did quite well for my final papers just now...YEAH!! I feel good...nah nah nah nah nah nah nah...
Okay, I'll pick up my story from the braided part. After surprising my P.I.Cs with my hair and getting a dozen bitter and sour comments from them...(as a matter of fact, I've never get any good ones from them before...) . We slept at the Malaysian student house in Tokyo, city that never sleeps. I was sooooo unfortunate to be placed beside J.C. He pulled the blanket all to himself I've to get myself another one from the closet. Ceh, selfish)%!#"##&%
Next morning, we made our way north to a place called Nagano. For those who don't know what kind of place dear Randy chosen, it's where they had Winter Olympics. Anyway, the journey there was ...umm...how should i say it? painfully wonderful? horrible but exciting? Hmm....the story's like this. We get to enjoy the scenery as we took our 12 hour journey north, it was brick and glass...then changing to greeneries....and then a sea of snow that streches as far as eye can see. Wow....I....I just can't excatly describe what i felt when i first saw snow....just...wow. Forgetting my cool (braided my hair, had to pretend i'm a cold-blooded killer)...I started jumping up and down in the train while pointing outside the window, shouting "SNOW!! OH MY GOD!! SNOW!!!" .....well, not exactly jumping up and down (are you kidding? I'm not a bunny, I'm a freaking cold-blooded killer!) ... but just staring outside the whole time without even blinking my eyes once. The shouting was true though.
As nice as snow looks like, it's never good to have snow on the train tracks...especially when I'm travelling on it. We stopped for about an hour at almost each station. But can't say that was a bad thing also....when the train stops, we get to play snow! Okay, snow feels like....just like the ABC without syrup, soft and cold. Well, for a moment we were all enjoying snow with our bare hands....you know, all peace and tranquil.....until a snowball flew across the delicate atmosphere and landed on "I forgotten who" ....shattering all peace and tranquility the moment it struck "I forgotten who" . SNOW FIGHT!!!!! And then we were there, throwing snow at each other, until the train master had to blow the whistle at us...oops, time to hop on the train. Hmm...when the next stop again??
The actual plan was reach nagano by 6 that evening...but we instead reached at 11.30 at night. Can't say I was pissed at the delay cos' I was having soooo much fun throwing snow at J.C. anyway, at the station, we had the Backpacker's Inn fellas to pick us up with a van. No....not because we're manja...although we had the very manja Sze Ting, but that's not the point. It was late and bus service's over. We reached the backpackers at 12 something after travelling through 3 meter high snow walls...actually, not snow walls, just that it snowed so much that they had to pave a road! Funny, I felt like I'm a lab mice, going through a maze, just no cheese at the exit.
Oh, before I end, I had to comment on the female P.I.C in our group, Chin Sze Ting. On the train, she was the most energetic of all, with energy rivalling the Bunny from Energizer. She was like "Wei...don't sleep early tonight larr....why not we play Chor Tai Ti...or build snow man...or just snow fight lar hor...you guys don't sleep har!!!" Well, easier said than done, she was snoring like a pig in the van. And when we reached the inn, she was mumbling and grumbling how tired she was and that she would sleep without having a shower 1st. The bomb was when I told her she had to put on the sheets 1st...hah hah hah...man, you should have seen her face!!
And being the leader of the group, elected because of my hair I suppose, went to receive "taklimat" from the owner...on rules concerning food in the kitchen. Well, I was dead tired from travelling the whole day, so, did Randy paid enough attention?? or didn't he......
PS: Have to apologize for no pics....my pics is with J.C...
I feel soo good today I suddenly feel like writing my blog again. Why is that? well, I think i did quite well for my final papers just now...YEAH!! I feel good...nah nah nah nah nah nah nah...
Okay, I'll pick up my story from the braided part. After surprising my P.I.Cs with my hair and getting a dozen bitter and sour comments from them...(as a matter of fact, I've never get any good ones from them before...) . We slept at the Malaysian student house in Tokyo, city that never sleeps. I was sooooo unfortunate to be placed beside J.C. He pulled the blanket all to himself I've to get myself another one from the closet. Ceh, selfish)%!#"##&%
Next morning, we made our way north to a place called Nagano. For those who don't know what kind of place dear Randy chosen, it's where they had Winter Olympics. Anyway, the journey there was ...umm...how should i say it? painfully wonderful? horrible but exciting? Hmm....the story's like this. We get to enjoy the scenery as we took our 12 hour journey north, it was brick and glass...then changing to greeneries....and then a sea of snow that streches as far as eye can see. Wow....I....I just can't excatly describe what i felt when i first saw snow....just...wow. Forgetting my cool (braided my hair, had to pretend i'm a cold-blooded killer)...I started jumping up and down in the train while pointing outside the window, shouting "SNOW!! OH MY GOD!! SNOW!!!" .....well, not exactly jumping up and down (are you kidding? I'm not a bunny, I'm a freaking cold-blooded killer!) ... but just staring outside the whole time without even blinking my eyes once. The shouting was true though.
As nice as snow looks like, it's never good to have snow on the train tracks...especially when I'm travelling on it. We stopped for about an hour at almost each station. But can't say that was a bad thing also....when the train stops, we get to play snow! Okay, snow feels like....just like the ABC without syrup, soft and cold. Well, for a moment we were all enjoying snow with our bare hands....you know, all peace and tranquil.....until a snowball flew across the delicate atmosphere and landed on "I forgotten who" ....shattering all peace and tranquility the moment it struck "I forgotten who" . SNOW FIGHT!!!!! And then we were there, throwing snow at each other, until the train master had to blow the whistle at us...oops, time to hop on the train. Hmm...when the next stop again??
The actual plan was reach nagano by 6 that evening...but we instead reached at 11.30 at night. Can't say I was pissed at the delay cos' I was having soooo much fun throwing snow at J.C. anyway, at the station, we had the Backpacker's Inn fellas to pick us up with a van. No....not because we're manja...although we had the very manja Sze Ting, but that's not the point. It was late and bus service's over. We reached the backpackers at 12 something after travelling through 3 meter high snow walls...actually, not snow walls, just that it snowed so much that they had to pave a road! Funny, I felt like I'm a lab mice, going through a maze, just no cheese at the exit.
Oh, before I end, I had to comment on the female P.I.C in our group, Chin Sze Ting. On the train, she was the most energetic of all, with energy rivalling the Bunny from Energizer. She was like "Wei...don't sleep early tonight larr....why not we play Chor Tai Ti...or build snow man...or just snow fight lar hor...you guys don't sleep har!!!" Well, easier said than done, she was snoring like a pig in the van. And when we reached the inn, she was mumbling and grumbling how tired she was and that she would sleep without having a shower 1st. The bomb was when I told her she had to put on the sheets 1st...hah hah hah...man, you should have seen her face!!
And being the leader of the group, elected because of my hair I suppose, went to receive "taklimat" from the owner...on rules concerning food in the kitchen. Well, I was dead tired from travelling the whole day, so, did Randy paid enough attention?? or didn't he......
PS: Have to apologize for no pics....my pics is with J.C...
Monday, January 30, 2006
Unintended Interruptions...
Once again, sorry la fellas...
wanted to write in my winter hols series, this time with more funny stuff and crazy stuff, but suddenly, i'm interrupted by a lot of things...
Okay, first of all, darn Yahoo and MSN won't let me transfer photo file. Don't know why...my dear P.I.C tried sending me them photos using an online service but still....
Then, there's work...tonnes of work. To be exact it's about 2354 kg of work. There's reports, assignments, not related to school work. Hell, I even have to help clean the toilets!!.......okay, that was a lie but I'm just trying to sound busy.
And the biggest and lamest excuse of all, exam's coming. I screwed up quite bad last exam, so gotta study hard to make up for it. Know what's lamer than that?? Well, Chinese New Year's yesterday right? Guess how I spent it? Gambling with my pen and paper, betting ink. THIS year, I have especially bad luck. I keep losing my ink to paper. Sigh...first time i spend my CNY studying. The irony is, while i'm at it, I remembered how i teased Olive that she even studies during CNY. Bet she'll laugh at this.
Sorry la guys...wanna write but gotta do my ass. K-lar...gotta go back to studying.
PS: Ass means assignments. And I'll be back on Feb 23 night. See y'all in Melaka....
wanted to write in my winter hols series, this time with more funny stuff and crazy stuff, but suddenly, i'm interrupted by a lot of things...
Okay, first of all, darn Yahoo and MSN won't let me transfer photo file. Don't know why...my dear P.I.C tried sending me them photos using an online service but still....
Then, there's work...tonnes of work. To be exact it's about 2354 kg of work. There's reports, assignments, not related to school work. Hell, I even have to help clean the toilets!!.......okay, that was a lie but I'm just trying to sound busy.
And the biggest and lamest excuse of all, exam's coming. I screwed up quite bad last exam, so gotta study hard to make up for it. Know what's lamer than that?? Well, Chinese New Year's yesterday right? Guess how I spent it? Gambling with my pen and paper, betting ink. THIS year, I have especially bad luck. I keep losing my ink to paper. Sigh...first time i spend my CNY studying. The irony is, while i'm at it, I remembered how i teased Olive that she even studies during CNY. Bet she'll laugh at this.
Sorry la guys...wanna write but gotta do my ass. K-lar...gotta go back to studying.
PS: Ass means assignments. And I'll be back on Feb 23 night. See y'all in Melaka....
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Tale of a Braided haired guy in Tokyo...
Pre-script:
Pics?? Patience...patience....moreover, the previous post was dedicated to the girl I met. And i was sooo engrossed in chitty chitty chatter that I forgot to ask for her pic...sorry.
K, before i go on with what I did during my hols, I like to dedicated this to myself...or more precisely, my hair. Okay...just like the title says...I braided my hair. Have been keeping my hair for almost a year now, it's uhh..around shoulder length. Oh yeah...go ahead, frown your brows and say "WHAT? yucks!"...I bet all of you will say that but whatever. Reality is, I braided my hair.
This, I have been wanting to do for a very very very long time...
And so many of you will ask...why? Hmm...why indeed. Well, I had that hair style, the short one, for almost 2 decades, I eventually got bored of looking at myself in the mirror. I was like, "Aww, NOT you again!!!!"...everytime i got out of the shower. And also, having my mom off my ears (she have exceptional talent in nagging...but don't all our moms...), I finally felt that I had had enough reasons to do something drastic. So, since I left M'sia, I kept and nurtured my hair (I actually soaked them in Rambutan tree fertilizers 2 hours a day, then wash them off with hair tonic, then sprinkle donut crumbs on it...figured that hair need food to grow, right? Well, it worked.), and I haven't visited the barber till now.
Having my hair braided was really fun! Know what? Braided hair comes with an attitude. And also a "Mafia-ish" aura that emits so strongly from your head.
Just so you know, I have roll-call everyday at 10 p.m. I visited a hair salon one day, went right after school....took 4 hour just to get it done!! So, had my hair done just before the roll call. And since I had my hair done that way, I uhh..."purposely" enter the hall late, I was practically the last one to enter! heh heh...you should have seen their faces that day. The hall, which was noisy at first, went momentarily silent...all eyes fixed on me as I "catwalked" to my seat. Then, everyone started talking again...while stealing glances at me of course.... No need to be psychic to know what their topic was. Heh heh...call me show off but I just couldn't resist doing it!!! And imagine again my classmates' reaction when I enter the class the next morning...late again of course....
Okay, that was when I was in school. So what about the rest of the world?? Well, Since there's so much to tell, I'll just tell the best ones.
The REAL fun of having braided hair started when I 1st boarded the train with it. At that time, the train was packed with people but .... with the help of a lil' frown on my face, no one stood around me!! Train might be packed but umm....I had quite a comfortable space around me. And at one time, when I sat on the seat, no one actually dared seat beside me!! There was once when this lady was heading for the seat when I looked up, she saw me with my braid and frown, stopped in her tracks for a few seconds, then turn away and stood facing away from me. Haha...man that was entertaining. Bad-ass as I was, I never meant to rob seats off old ladies ... never knew my braid would have such an effect! Anyway, only after standing up and walking to the end of the train, then the lady and some other fella filled the empty 3-seats....I actually stood all the way!!...better having a circle around me than 2 empty seats right??
Anyway, I reached my destination for the day, Shinjuku. Shinjuku is reputed to have quite a crowd of commuters since it's like the center or something like that. At nornal times, anyone would have a difficult time making their way trough, but as for me....the crowd actually parted and made way for me!! As if I was holding a knife dripping with blood, all it took was one glance and they instantly jump out of the way....man, I felt like a KING!!! (or you could also say a leper which will have the same effect i suppose, but king suits me better right? he he he...)
Next was my visit to Harajuku. Harajuku, is a well-known hip place. It's where the Bold & the Trendy meet. Place where fashion and style rules. Place where you can dress like a clown and still be labeled as trendy (You can think of Harajuku as a place with many clowns, but there are also real trendy ones there..) . Anyway, along the streets, there's foreigners, mostly african americans, working part time there, all holding brochures and trying to pull people to their shops... Well, last time when I was there, I was mostly ignored, approached only by 2 or 3...but this time.. Heck, I was approached by every single one!! They were like ..." Hey bro, take a look at this....Hey bro, wanna take a look at my shop"
Sigh....no regrets at all having my hair braided. The same as my P.I.Cs...they had fun calling me Mafia. All the time threatening me that they would deliberately provoke a yakuza, then have me fight with them....haih, such "nice" friends.
Well, that's not all to it.....
The bad side of it was that...damn, it's itchy!! Even after shampooing...lightly of course, feels itchy. It was like having a whole family of fleas, along with granma and granpas dining on my head! Talk about having a turkey for Christmas, thay have my brains for a feast!! Compared with the itchiness, hell would just be like a tickle on the ribs. Price to pay for having old ladies stand in a train huh??
Anyway, I endured it for about...2 weeks I think. Curious bout how I look after taking it off?? Here's a peek...
Pics?? Patience...patience....moreover, the previous post was dedicated to the girl I met. And i was sooo engrossed in chitty chitty chatter that I forgot to ask for her pic...sorry.
K, before i go on with what I did during my hols, I like to dedicated this to myself...or more precisely, my hair. Okay...just like the title says...I braided my hair. Have been keeping my hair for almost a year now, it's uhh..around shoulder length. Oh yeah...go ahead, frown your brows and say "WHAT? yucks!"...I bet all of you will say that but whatever. Reality is, I braided my hair.
This, I have been wanting to do for a very very very long time...
And so many of you will ask...why? Hmm...why indeed. Well, I had that hair style, the short one, for almost 2 decades, I eventually got bored of looking at myself in the mirror. I was like, "Aww, NOT you again!!!!"...everytime i got out of the shower. And also, having my mom off my ears (she have exceptional talent in nagging...but don't all our moms...), I finally felt that I had had enough reasons to do something drastic. So, since I left M'sia, I kept and nurtured my hair (I actually soaked them in Rambutan tree fertilizers 2 hours a day, then wash them off with hair tonic, then sprinkle donut crumbs on it...figured that hair need food to grow, right? Well, it worked.), and I haven't visited the barber till now.
Having my hair braided was really fun! Know what? Braided hair comes with an attitude. And also a "Mafia-ish" aura that emits so strongly from your head.
Just so you know, I have roll-call everyday at 10 p.m. I visited a hair salon one day, went right after school....took 4 hour just to get it done!! So, had my hair done just before the roll call. And since I had my hair done that way, I uhh..."purposely" enter the hall late, I was practically the last one to enter! heh heh...you should have seen their faces that day. The hall, which was noisy at first, went momentarily silent...all eyes fixed on me as I "catwalked" to my seat. Then, everyone started talking again...while stealing glances at me of course.... No need to be psychic to know what their topic was. Heh heh...call me show off but I just couldn't resist doing it!!! And imagine again my classmates' reaction when I enter the class the next morning...late again of course....
Okay, that was when I was in school. So what about the rest of the world?? Well, Since there's so much to tell, I'll just tell the best ones.
The REAL fun of having braided hair started when I 1st boarded the train with it. At that time, the train was packed with people but .... with the help of a lil' frown on my face, no one stood around me!! Train might be packed but umm....I had quite a comfortable space around me. And at one time, when I sat on the seat, no one actually dared seat beside me!! There was once when this lady was heading for the seat when I looked up, she saw me with my braid and frown, stopped in her tracks for a few seconds, then turn away and stood facing away from me. Haha...man that was entertaining. Bad-ass as I was, I never meant to rob seats off old ladies ... never knew my braid would have such an effect! Anyway, only after standing up and walking to the end of the train, then the lady and some other fella filled the empty 3-seats....I actually stood all the way!!...better having a circle around me than 2 empty seats right??
Anyway, I reached my destination for the day, Shinjuku. Shinjuku is reputed to have quite a crowd of commuters since it's like the center or something like that. At nornal times, anyone would have a difficult time making their way trough, but as for me....the crowd actually parted and made way for me!! As if I was holding a knife dripping with blood, all it took was one glance and they instantly jump out of the way....man, I felt like a KING!!! (or you could also say a leper which will have the same effect i suppose, but king suits me better right? he he he...)
Next was my visit to Harajuku. Harajuku, is a well-known hip place. It's where the Bold & the Trendy meet. Place where fashion and style rules. Place where you can dress like a clown and still be labeled as trendy (You can think of Harajuku as a place with many clowns, but there are also real trendy ones there..) . Anyway, along the streets, there's foreigners, mostly african americans, working part time there, all holding brochures and trying to pull people to their shops... Well, last time when I was there, I was mostly ignored, approached only by 2 or 3...but this time.. Heck, I was approached by every single one!! They were like ..." Hey bro, take a look at this....Hey bro, wanna take a look at my shop"
Sigh....no regrets at all having my hair braided. The same as my P.I.Cs...they had fun calling me Mafia. All the time threatening me that they would deliberately provoke a yakuza, then have me fight with them....haih, such "nice" friends.
Well, that's not all to it.....
The bad side of it was that...damn, it's itchy!! Even after shampooing...lightly of course, feels itchy. It was like having a whole family of fleas, along with granma and granpas dining on my head! Talk about having a turkey for Christmas, thay have my brains for a feast!! Compared with the itchiness, hell would just be like a tickle on the ribs. Price to pay for having old ladies stand in a train huh??
Anyway, I endured it for about...2 weeks I think. Curious bout how I look after taking it off?? Here's a peek...
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Blessings in disguise...
DISCLAIMER:
Before you go on reading this, I want to make sure that you understand that I'm not liable for any injuries or loses resulting from this article. For example, saliva drooling from your mouth short-circuiting your keyboard and blood vessels bursting from overdose of envy.
Please click one of these before proceed
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................I agree.............I don't agree, but what the hell...
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Yup, there i go again, "donating" money to "organizations" that mostly sell ice creams and can drinks....okay, I meant go waste my money doing something stupid (stupid=fun) again..
This time, thank go....no, thank the Prime Minister of Japan, I have the same winter holiday as the rest of Japan, unlike summer....blast it. Anyway, this time....me and my partners in crime planned a snow-boarding trip to Nagano and then have more fun in Disneyland. Well, the actual layout of the plan was this...
Dec 23rd : Me and my PIC (partners in crime) rendezvous at the Malaysian Student House.
Dec 24-25 : Go butt around in Tokyo irritating people and robbing pictures
Dec 26-28 : Go disturb and disrupt the snow on the ski slopes. If possible, bully small kids as well.
Dec 29 : Crash at Hotel Kisarazu, hold the place for ransom.
Dec 30 : Go blackmail Mickey and pick Daisy away from Donald
Dec 31 : Meet up candy addicts at Hotel Kisarazu (these addicts can't afford Marijuana)
Jan 1st : Retreat to my crib....police cops might stake out to capture me!
And so, that was the plan. BUT.....Malaysians be malaysians......
My loyal PIC, Jeremy Cheong Chong Meng messed up. He thought that 23rd was 22nd!! In other words, he thought today was yesterday. In more words...I have tonnes of insult but since he treated me with kindness, and I'm still hoping for him to send me pictures, I'll rest my insult here. Anyway, since "that guy" messed up, I end up in Tokyo.....alone. Lucky me that I have another M'sian buddy in Tokyo, Nix. I called Nix and thank gawd he was conveniently free at that time!! So, I scrapped the rendezvous plan and crash at his place instead. Well, like the title says, blessings in disguise....
You see, at Nix's place, I met his senior, a girl name Caroline. STOP! Don't raise that eyebrow and go "heh heh heh".....She's a few years my senior and she's doing her PhD here in Japan. Anyway, she looks very much younger than her age. Actually, she was just there to take her stuff she asked Nix to buy...she stood at the door holding the plastic bag, I said hello, chatted a lil' and Nix invited her in. So, we ended up sitting in Nix's room chatting away....and before we know it, the clock striked 12!! Time for supper.....
We bought some chows from a nearby minimart, head back to Nix's room and chatted again. We later found out that she have an appointment early in the morning....but since it was already 4 o' clock, there no point sleeping right? Right. So, we all took a shower and we walked her to the train station and bid farewell...her farewell was a bit weird...no, make that very weird. "See you later alligater, see in a while crocodile" . Hmm....yea, anyway that was what mostly happened.
Well then what did i really mean by blessings in disguise?? Here goes...
She was working in a quite established company in M'sia before coming here. So, you can say that she had had a respectable working experience. And from chatting with her, I learned more or less about the working life, the stuggles and sacrifices you need to survive. I also gained quite a lot about what it takes to be successful in a job interview, mostly the Do's and Don'ts, she was once an interviewer so...i kinda know a bit about what they are looking for. Also from the wise one, no, not light bulb wielding Yoda or Obi Wan Kenobi, but Caroline.... on her opinions on life, to be precise, her life, but i enjoyed listening to her points of view. These stuff, my lads...are valuable stuff, at least they are to me. From a selfish point of view, I can say that I don't need to go to such troubles to learned what she learned. Anyway, I came to respect her a lot....i don't meet many people of such trait.
So, from cursing my PIC, I thanked him instead. If he had been right about today is today and not yesterday, we would have been chatting about nonsense and argue if Goofy ever had a kid!! Pointless nonsenstical crap right?? Or worse....waste money shopping for windows....gosh...
Okay...that's all for this time. Next's about my visit to the fish market. Place where they auction Tuna fish as big as Kian Min (note to PPKTJ folks...this is a chubby friend of mine).
Before you go on reading this, I want to make sure that you understand that I'm not liable for any injuries or loses resulting from this article. For example, saliva drooling from your mouth short-circuiting your keyboard and blood vessels bursting from overdose of envy.
Please click one of these before proceed
................_____..............________________________
................I agree.............I don't agree, but what the hell...
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yup, there i go again, "donating" money to "organizations" that mostly sell ice creams and can drinks....okay, I meant go waste my money doing something stupid (stupid=fun) again..
This time, thank go....no, thank the Prime Minister of Japan, I have the same winter holiday as the rest of Japan, unlike summer....blast it. Anyway, this time....me and my partners in crime planned a snow-boarding trip to Nagano and then have more fun in Disneyland. Well, the actual layout of the plan was this...
Dec 23rd : Me and my PIC (partners in crime) rendezvous at the Malaysian Student House.
Dec 24-25 : Go butt around in Tokyo irritating people and robbing pictures
Dec 26-28 : Go disturb and disrupt the snow on the ski slopes. If possible, bully small kids as well.
Dec 29 : Crash at Hotel Kisarazu, hold the place for ransom.
Dec 30 : Go blackmail Mickey and pick Daisy away from Donald
Dec 31 : Meet up candy addicts at Hotel Kisarazu (these addicts can't afford Marijuana)
Jan 1st : Retreat to my crib....police cops might stake out to capture me!
And so, that was the plan. BUT.....Malaysians be malaysians......
My loyal PIC, Jeremy Cheong Chong Meng messed up. He thought that 23rd was 22nd!! In other words, he thought today was yesterday. In more words...I have tonnes of insult but since he treated me with kindness, and I'm still hoping for him to send me pictures, I'll rest my insult here. Anyway, since "that guy" messed up, I end up in Tokyo.....alone. Lucky me that I have another M'sian buddy in Tokyo, Nix. I called Nix and thank gawd he was conveniently free at that time!! So, I scrapped the rendezvous plan and crash at his place instead. Well, like the title says, blessings in disguise....
You see, at Nix's place, I met his senior, a girl name Caroline. STOP! Don't raise that eyebrow and go "heh heh heh".....She's a few years my senior and she's doing her PhD here in Japan. Anyway, she looks very much younger than her age. Actually, she was just there to take her stuff she asked Nix to buy...she stood at the door holding the plastic bag, I said hello, chatted a lil' and Nix invited her in. So, we ended up sitting in Nix's room chatting away....and before we know it, the clock striked 12!! Time for supper.....
We bought some chows from a nearby minimart, head back to Nix's room and chatted again. We later found out that she have an appointment early in the morning....but since it was already 4 o' clock, there no point sleeping right? Right. So, we all took a shower and we walked her to the train station and bid farewell...her farewell was a bit weird...no, make that very weird. "See you later alligater, see in a while crocodile" . Hmm....yea, anyway that was what mostly happened.
Well then what did i really mean by blessings in disguise?? Here goes...
She was working in a quite established company in M'sia before coming here. So, you can say that she had had a respectable working experience. And from chatting with her, I learned more or less about the working life, the stuggles and sacrifices you need to survive. I also gained quite a lot about what it takes to be successful in a job interview, mostly the Do's and Don'ts, she was once an interviewer so...i kinda know a bit about what they are looking for. Also from the wise one, no, not light bulb wielding Yoda or Obi Wan Kenobi, but Caroline.... on her opinions on life, to be precise, her life, but i enjoyed listening to her points of view. These stuff, my lads...are valuable stuff, at least they are to me. From a selfish point of view, I can say that I don't need to go to such troubles to learned what she learned. Anyway, I came to respect her a lot....i don't meet many people of such trait.
So, from cursing my PIC, I thanked him instead. If he had been right about today is today and not yesterday, we would have been chatting about nonsense and argue if Goofy ever had a kid!! Pointless nonsenstical crap right?? Or worse....waste money shopping for windows....gosh...
Okay...that's all for this time. Next's about my visit to the fish market. Place where they auction Tuna fish as big as Kian Min (note to PPKTJ folks...this is a chubby friend of mine).
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
The secret to psychic thinking!!
Fella, I found this very interesting web page. No, it's not about nude bimbos.....it's about a virtual crystal ball that boast to know what you're thinking!! Please...please give it a try.
http://trunks.secondfoundation.org/files/psychic.swf
Anyway, I managed to figure out it's secret.....can you??
http://trunks.secondfoundation.org/files/psychic.swf
Anyway, I managed to figure out it's secret.....can you??
Monday, December 12, 2005
Dreaming dreams...
My last post....I was trying to tell about the freezing temperature here but seems that all everyone ever looked at was that "apek" bicycle. Hmm, seems like you guys just missed the point of my blog. I wonder what will you guys look at at this blog then...楽しみ。。。。
Here goes...
Lately, I've been having dreams....yeah, so what?? everyone have dreams, why is mine so special? Well, it's not. But i'd like to share it anyway.
Most of my dreams lately have been about me going back to M'sia. In one of my dreams, I met up with my brother (he works in MAS now) in a varsity in India (beats me why India and not Japan!!). Anyway, we were rushing to the airport but we manage to stop at one of the shops in the campus there. Caring for the shop was this girl Shaila (Someone I know back in M'sia) . She invited us in and offered us murukus (I wonder if this have got anything to do with me missing Deepavali?? hmm..). It's funny that we were happily munching away when we were suppose to be at the airport.
Anyway, my dream fast forwarded and me and my bro arrived at the airport. We headed to the check-in gate when a faceless guard there told us that we were 3 minutes late and thus, not allowed to board. Man, did i regret sitting munching away murukus....then came my mum, out of nowhere of course, and talked to the guard. She failed to get us through, but did manage to get the guard to give us some help (you see...My mum have always been a pro in price haggling ). Guard told us we can skip the gate and board the plane directly. He then pointed to the stairs that appeared right behind us. So, what else? Me, my bro and my mum rushed up the flight of stairs and managed to get into the plane right before they shut the hatch, and oh, I did that jump-slide-before-door-closes-completely.
Now safely in the plane due Malaysia, I sat down in my seat, close my eyes..... and wake up in my bed. Bummer....
It's really weird that i have this dream. It's not like i'm homesick or something....I'm perfectly fine with the way I am, with the place I'm at. With my parents calling every week, it feels like i'm not that far away after all! But then my dream tells me otherwise....
Here goes...
Lately, I've been having dreams....yeah, so what?? everyone have dreams, why is mine so special? Well, it's not. But i'd like to share it anyway.
Most of my dreams lately have been about me going back to M'sia. In one of my dreams, I met up with my brother (he works in MAS now) in a varsity in India (beats me why India and not Japan!!). Anyway, we were rushing to the airport but we manage to stop at one of the shops in the campus there. Caring for the shop was this girl Shaila (Someone I know back in M'sia) . She invited us in and offered us murukus (I wonder if this have got anything to do with me missing Deepavali?? hmm..). It's funny that we were happily munching away when we were suppose to be at the airport.
Anyway, my dream fast forwarded and me and my bro arrived at the airport. We headed to the check-in gate when a faceless guard there told us that we were 3 minutes late and thus, not allowed to board. Man, did i regret sitting munching away murukus....then came my mum, out of nowhere of course, and talked to the guard. She failed to get us through, but did manage to get the guard to give us some help (you see...My mum have always been a pro in price haggling ). Guard told us we can skip the gate and board the plane directly. He then pointed to the stairs that appeared right behind us. So, what else? Me, my bro and my mum rushed up the flight of stairs and managed to get into the plane right before they shut the hatch, and oh, I did that jump-slide-before-door-closes-completely.
Now safely in the plane due Malaysia, I sat down in my seat, close my eyes..... and wake up in my bed. Bummer....
It's really weird that i have this dream. It's not like i'm homesick or something....I'm perfectly fine with the way I am, with the place I'm at. With my parents calling every week, it feels like i'm not that far away after all! But then my dream tells me otherwise....
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Freezing my ass off!!
As you fellas know, it's now winter in Japan. Winter...winter means a period of time where the temperature drops and deliberately suck the misery out into the open.
You guys heard about my expression on the poor trees already, so I'll skip stories bout them. But what I want to share with you folks is what happened to me last week.
Last week, I was on my "apek" bicycle.....yup, i call it apek bicycle because it has no gear, weighs a tonne and has a basket fixed at the front, the typical bicycle my late granpa used to cycle...god rest his soul. Anyway, it was night and I was on my bike on my way back from the train station when it suddenly rain on me. The temperature here on a normal night is 4 degrees.....so, you can imagine how cold it was with the rain right? By 5 minutes, I lost all my senses on my ass...couldn't feel a thing. I'm sure I was sitting down on the bicycle seat but I dunno....felt nothing.
And so, worried about getting frostbite on my ass, I decided to paddle faster and urge my friend to do the same. It's funny that genius thinking suddenly struck him there and he theorize that we get rained on lesser if we cycle slower, cos' we are cycling into the rain....."Aww, screw that! What kind of nonsense is that?? I'm speeding up!!"
Well, after cycling like hell,I eventually got back safely to my hostels....
Then, I suddenly felt like drinking coke. Don't know why but just felt like it. Sounds crazy right?? Well, despite being soaking wet and shivering violently, I reached into the fridge and took a drink.....guess what happen??
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THE COKE TASTED WARM!!
Imagine....taking a bottle of coke from the fridge and it's WARM. Never in a million years have i thought that fridge was meant to warm things up....I thought they had the microwave for that purpose. Anyway, odd genius thinking suddenly struck me too. I had this brilliant idea of warming myself up so that i can enjoy a bottle of chilled coke....or is it chilled coke that taste like it's chilled? hmm....hard to tell which but I think i understood how cold blooded creatures live their lifes, warming themselves up to savour cold stuff....or am I cold blooded? Some girls called me "cold blooded creature" before but I have always taken that as a joke.....
Anyway, my genius paid off. After warming myself up, the coke turned out fine....chilled, like it's suppose to be by the law of physics.
You guys heard about my expression on the poor trees already, so I'll skip stories bout them. But what I want to share with you folks is what happened to me last week.
Last week, I was on my "apek" bicycle.....yup, i call it apek bicycle because it has no gear, weighs a tonne and has a basket fixed at the front, the typical bicycle my late granpa used to cycle...god rest his soul. Anyway, it was night and I was on my bike on my way back from the train station when it suddenly rain on me. The temperature here on a normal night is 4 degrees.....so, you can imagine how cold it was with the rain right? By 5 minutes, I lost all my senses on my ass...couldn't feel a thing. I'm sure I was sitting down on the bicycle seat but I dunno....felt nothing.
And so, worried about getting frostbite on my ass, I decided to paddle faster and urge my friend to do the same. It's funny that genius thinking suddenly struck him there and he theorize that we get rained on lesser if we cycle slower, cos' we are cycling into the rain....."Aww, screw that! What kind of nonsense is that?? I'm speeding up!!"
Well, after cycling like hell,I eventually got back safely to my hostels....
Then, I suddenly felt like drinking coke. Don't know why but just felt like it. Sounds crazy right?? Well, despite being soaking wet and shivering violently, I reached into the fridge and took a drink.....guess what happen??
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
THE COKE TASTED WARM!!
Imagine....taking a bottle of coke from the fridge and it's WARM. Never in a million years have i thought that fridge was meant to warm things up....I thought they had the microwave for that purpose. Anyway, odd genius thinking suddenly struck me too. I had this brilliant idea of warming myself up so that i can enjoy a bottle of chilled coke....or is it chilled coke that taste like it's chilled? hmm....hard to tell which but I think i understood how cold blooded creatures live their lifes, warming themselves up to savour cold stuff....or am I cold blooded? Some girls called me "cold blooded creature" before but I have always taken that as a joke.....
Anyway, my genius paid off. After warming myself up, the coke turned out fine....chilled, like it's suppose to be by the law of physics.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Confessions....
Well, proud to say I've snapped outta it...the frustation thing i meant.
I mean hell, why did I drag my sorry ass just to fell sorry about myself and do nothing about it?? I mean, you guys were right, I much more to live for than just being frustated. I use to not be like that. Oh Gawd....what is happening to me??!!!!
Hmm, gotta say that I have changed a lot....
Last time, i used to be noisy, jabbering endless nonsense, finding comfort in people's laughter, finding comfort in noise. I would feel awkward and uneasy if there silence hung over the air, like an itch, urging me to scratch it with my "crap"...oh yeah, that's how i got my name. maybe it's because when i crap and my buddies laugh, i feel secured....feel needed, having this sense of purpose is what i fueled my life with. And now that my jap friends don't understand my jokes, I feel...down. Funny, I've never thought that my friends laughter mattered so much to me..
But, when I came to Japan, I....with no reason at all, felt the need to change, and since I am in a new place where no one knew my old self, what better place to do that? Anyway, I became a total opposite of myself, yes....that means don't talk much unless spoken to or if i have stuff that needed to be said. Now, i find comfort in silence. I look at my jap buddies who's doing the very same thing i did last time, and i would think...."Damn, that-is-c-h-i-l-d-i-s-h!" . But then again.....sometimes my old self would crawl back up and I'll be that ...."hey, have you heard that stupid joke??" ...good old Ketam. I had this switches very often, till I don't know what am I suppose to be actually! I find silence very welcoming but sometimes crave noise.
Sigh...is it because I can't connect very well with guys who still play yu-gi-oh after school till it's dark, guys who make funny antics in front of everyone, guys who plays PSP in class during lectures. Well, can't blame me for growing up right?
Or is it because it's autumn. You know, when it's autumn, it's very very cold (i'll exagerate it beyond borders next time).....and to add to the misery is the dying trees. Trees here practically bleed their lifes out (leaves turning red) until the are all dried out and they shrivel and fall unceremoniously to the cold unwelcoming ground. My lects in M'sia used to say that Japs film sad dramas most during autumn and winters.....is it really affecting me as well??
Plus....the Oh gawd bless the boring lectures i have. They still teach SPM level stuff....like today for example. They taught Young's double slit and Friction today....Well, J.C, no, not Jesus Christ, it's Jeremy Cheong. He told me i should take up something else for a challenge. Yeah i did, been doing programming all along.....but what to do during classes?? WHAT??? As bored as I am, I don't have the heart to be rude to my lects by reading comics or play PSP.
But what I really suspect is that...I left my heart in M'sia when I flew here. I had wonderful friends, and they all treated me soooo nice that I actually miss them all soooo much, and refused to move on with life. Refuse...to let them go, refuse to replace them, refuse to open my heart and take in any new ones. Man, I really need to change....
So....what happens to me now? I now plan to smile at them dead trees, and live my life as it is. So what if I'm a lil' quiet right now? I have enough friends....at least I think so. I mean I don't shun social life or not approach strangers in a party, but just....I think I'll just leave the old "Ketam" alone for a while. Have to accept the fact that people change in time. Have to accept the fact that I'm in a different environment....have, to move on. No point feeling frustated with the beautiful life awaiting me.
PS:
Sigh....I guess that this, like the last blog entry, would probably worry my girl friends(female friends) in PPKTJ who's coming to Japan next year. But girls, rest assured, this is just me. This kind of shit won't happen to you. So, don't worry too much and concentrate in getting yourself here first. All the best of luck for your exams.
I mean hell, why did I drag my sorry ass just to fell sorry about myself and do nothing about it?? I mean, you guys were right, I much more to live for than just being frustated. I use to not be like that. Oh Gawd....what is happening to me??!!!!
Hmm, gotta say that I have changed a lot....
Last time, i used to be noisy, jabbering endless nonsense, finding comfort in people's laughter, finding comfort in noise. I would feel awkward and uneasy if there silence hung over the air, like an itch, urging me to scratch it with my "crap"...oh yeah, that's how i got my name. maybe it's because when i crap and my buddies laugh, i feel secured....feel needed, having this sense of purpose is what i fueled my life with. And now that my jap friends don't understand my jokes, I feel...down. Funny, I've never thought that my friends laughter mattered so much to me..
But, when I came to Japan, I....with no reason at all, felt the need to change, and since I am in a new place where no one knew my old self, what better place to do that? Anyway, I became a total opposite of myself, yes....that means don't talk much unless spoken to or if i have stuff that needed to be said. Now, i find comfort in silence. I look at my jap buddies who's doing the very same thing i did last time, and i would think...."Damn, that-is-c-h-i-l-d-i-s-h!" . But then again.....sometimes my old self would crawl back up and I'll be that ...."hey, have you heard that stupid joke??" ...good old Ketam. I had this switches very often, till I don't know what am I suppose to be actually! I find silence very welcoming but sometimes crave noise.
Sigh...is it because I can't connect very well with guys who still play yu-gi-oh after school till it's dark, guys who make funny antics in front of everyone, guys who plays PSP in class during lectures. Well, can't blame me for growing up right?
Or is it because it's autumn. You know, when it's autumn, it's very very cold (i'll exagerate it beyond borders next time).....and to add to the misery is the dying trees. Trees here practically bleed their lifes out (leaves turning red) until the are all dried out and they shrivel and fall unceremoniously to the cold unwelcoming ground. My lects in M'sia used to say that Japs film sad dramas most during autumn and winters.....is it really affecting me as well??
Plus....the Oh gawd bless the boring lectures i have. They still teach SPM level stuff....like today for example. They taught Young's double slit and Friction today....Well, J.C, no, not Jesus Christ, it's Jeremy Cheong. He told me i should take up something else for a challenge. Yeah i did, been doing programming all along.....but what to do during classes?? WHAT??? As bored as I am, I don't have the heart to be rude to my lects by reading comics or play PSP.
But what I really suspect is that...I left my heart in M'sia when I flew here. I had wonderful friends, and they all treated me soooo nice that I actually miss them all soooo much, and refused to move on with life. Refuse...to let them go, refuse to replace them, refuse to open my heart and take in any new ones. Man, I really need to change....
So....what happens to me now? I now plan to smile at them dead trees, and live my life as it is. So what if I'm a lil' quiet right now? I have enough friends....at least I think so. I mean I don't shun social life or not approach strangers in a party, but just....I think I'll just leave the old "Ketam" alone for a while. Have to accept the fact that people change in time. Have to accept the fact that I'm in a different environment....have, to move on. No point feeling frustated with the beautiful life awaiting me.
PS:
Sigh....I guess that this, like the last blog entry, would probably worry my girl friends(female friends) in PPKTJ who's coming to Japan next year. But girls, rest assured, this is just me. This kind of shit won't happen to you. So, don't worry too much and concentrate in getting yourself here first. All the best of luck for your exams.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Frustation...
All this while, you guys.... and gals of course, have been reading my happy little tale...full of wonders and happiness and evrything tastes sweet. Well, this time though, I'll do something which i've never done before....write something a lil' sour and bitter.
Life for me in Japan....no doubt have been a valley of sugar and honey, not to mention chicks with micro skirts. But....frankly, I've grown frustated and bored.
Why is that?
Well, First off...my classes. They have been teaching SPM level stuff ...not all but mostly. So, classes for me is just, well, i think you know how i feel. No fun at all learning stuff you already learned. And so, I've grown tired my classes, and end up hating studies. I kinda neglected studies totally. Recently, I had my mid term exam and WOO HOO...i failed 2 papers and the others weren't too good too. My lects were stump...asking me what happened as i used to be one of the top scorers in class (SPM level stuff...whaddaya expect??) , all i had to say was "Sorry yo...i messed up". I'm looking for something challenging to excite but seems that all they teach is just that old stuff.
The next thing is friends....hard to make friends here. But mostly the hard part comes from me, let's just say that our frequencies aren't the same...things that interest them don't interest me at all. Things that they chat amongst themselves ....how would i put it...dull?? All of them are card maniacs, they play card games of a few varieties....Yu-Gi-Oh, Magic The Gathering, Pokemon...yes, POKEMON, and some more others which i don't know the name of. And they all like that 4 player free for all fighting game by Playstation. Maybe I'm just an old man with a hunch and a walking stick in a kids' playground.
Hmm...and so I live my life here thinking of friends i had back in M'sia. Damn i miss you bunch of monkeys... i know that this is quite unhealthy ...no not quite, very unhealthy, not able to really open up....but i'm just having trouble blending in....hope I'll get used to it in this two years to come. Two years, phew....seems like a looong time.
And another woosy sissy complain is that....hey! why can I see the moon at 5 in the evening? Yup...the great LAND OF THE RISING SUN sets at 5. It gets very dark by 5.30. And guess what? if you mention sports, it means attending daily "training" for 3 hours plus....training as in running up and down the court, and bounce ball on one spot for the whole three hours....uh-huh, basketball club. There ain't any outdoor courts where you can play for "fun"....."fun" the one word that have no meaning when it comes to "training". Or maybe it's just me who's not calling it fun.
Sigh....and I'm even missing Chinese New Year. Hahaha...ha......haha.....sigh.................
Life for me in Japan....no doubt have been a valley of sugar and honey, not to mention chicks with micro skirts. But....frankly, I've grown frustated and bored.
Why is that?
Well, First off...my classes. They have been teaching SPM level stuff ...not all but mostly. So, classes for me is just, well, i think you know how i feel. No fun at all learning stuff you already learned. And so, I've grown tired my classes, and end up hating studies. I kinda neglected studies totally. Recently, I had my mid term exam and WOO HOO...i failed 2 papers and the others weren't too good too. My lects were stump...asking me what happened as i used to be one of the top scorers in class (SPM level stuff...whaddaya expect??) , all i had to say was "Sorry yo...i messed up". I'm looking for something challenging to excite but seems that all they teach is just that old stuff.
The next thing is friends....hard to make friends here. But mostly the hard part comes from me, let's just say that our frequencies aren't the same...things that interest them don't interest me at all. Things that they chat amongst themselves ....how would i put it...dull?? All of them are card maniacs, they play card games of a few varieties....Yu-Gi-Oh, Magic The Gathering, Pokemon...yes, POKEMON, and some more others which i don't know the name of. And they all like that 4 player free for all fighting game by Playstation. Maybe I'm just an old man with a hunch and a walking stick in a kids' playground.
Hmm...and so I live my life here thinking of friends i had back in M'sia. Damn i miss you bunch of monkeys... i know that this is quite unhealthy ...no not quite, very unhealthy, not able to really open up....but i'm just having trouble blending in....hope I'll get used to it in this two years to come. Two years, phew....seems like a looong time.
And another woosy sissy complain is that....hey! why can I see the moon at 5 in the evening? Yup...the great LAND OF THE RISING SUN sets at 5. It gets very dark by 5.30. And guess what? if you mention sports, it means attending daily "training" for 3 hours plus....training as in running up and down the court, and bounce ball on one spot for the whole three hours....uh-huh, basketball club. There ain't any outdoor courts where you can play for "fun"....."fun" the one word that have no meaning when it comes to "training". Or maybe it's just me who's not calling it fun.
Sigh....and I'm even missing Chinese New Year. Hahaha...ha......haha.....sigh.................
Friday, November 18, 2005
Apologies...
Hey fellas...sorry-la. This site's been cold for quite a while already. Seems that.....I've ran outta ideas. My life these days are just routine and timetable. Go here by what time, be there by when, do what before deadline. Nothing much to do or see...interesting things i mean. You wouldn't want to be read about what i lay my eyes on right? You'd have to be above 30 to know that.
All i do everyday is come back from class....glue my butt to the chair...grab some snacks....and watch cartoons. Been downloading Simpsons, South park, and Futurama. Pathetic little life...ohhh yeah. Well...on days when I'm too lazy to be lazy, I do some workout in my room. yes...i do workout sometimes. Need to balance my jellow abs with some crunches.
Hey!...I've got an idea...do any of you wanna contribute anything here?? ya know....share your stories! My life is interesting but then again....not everyday is Father's Day...wait a minute, I'm not a father yet! ....not everyday is Children's Day. So, if there's anything you wanna say here, send me a mail, rite??
All i do everyday is come back from class....glue my butt to the chair...grab some snacks....and watch cartoons. Been downloading Simpsons, South park, and Futurama. Pathetic little life...ohhh yeah. Well...on days when I'm too lazy to be lazy, I do some workout in my room. yes...i do workout sometimes. Need to balance my jellow abs with some crunches.
Hey!...I've got an idea...do any of you wanna contribute anything here?? ya know....share your stories! My life is interesting but then again....not everyday is Father's Day...wait a minute, I'm not a father yet! ....not everyday is Children's Day. So, if there's anything you wanna say here, send me a mail, rite??
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Necktie crisis!!!
This is another wonder from eccentric Japan TV.
This afternoon, the local news "highlight" caught my attention while i was happily chowing unhealthy "ayam masak merah" that i cooked (it was actually edible!!) . This "highlight" was featured for quite a moment ... longer.... than any other news.
So.....
Is Japan in war? wrong, they were stripped naked by the US force....Earthquake? nah, a few broken plates and bones would too common to be news....Ice cube size of bricks came falling down? NO! It was a heated argument between a fashion designer and the prime minister of Japan.
An argument....to wear a tie or not.
Since it's autumn now, a fashion designer introduced "warm biz" which means "warm business wear" for working adults to cover their naked asses. She said that gents would look good and feel warm WITH a tie. Well, I don't know if the PM of Jap, Koizumi had grudges against that poor lady but he said, NO! No need for a tie....and actually MADE a press statement. He even appeared in a formal function wearing warm biz...minus the tie of course......
News then proceeded with featured interviews from folks around asking them whether they would wear a tie or not...complete with statistics and "necktie" forecast. Yup.....you heard me right, forecast!!!
I have been here for... what? 7 months already?....but still, I can't understand Jap's mentality. What's the big deal? What's wrong if us guys wear a tie or not? You don't need the PM himself to voice out his opinion on TV, right?
Amazed? So am I....
This afternoon, the local news "highlight" caught my attention while i was happily chowing unhealthy "ayam masak merah" that i cooked (it was actually edible!!) . This "highlight" was featured for quite a moment ... longer.... than any other news.
So.....
Is Japan in war? wrong, they were stripped naked by the US force....Earthquake? nah, a few broken plates and bones would too common to be news....Ice cube size of bricks came falling down? NO! It was a heated argument between a fashion designer and the prime minister of Japan.
An argument....to wear a tie or not.
Since it's autumn now, a fashion designer introduced "warm biz" which means "warm business wear" for working adults to cover their naked asses. She said that gents would look good and feel warm WITH a tie. Well, I don't know if the PM of Jap, Koizumi had grudges against that poor lady but he said, NO! No need for a tie....and actually MADE a press statement. He even appeared in a formal function wearing warm biz...minus the tie of course......
News then proceeded with featured interviews from folks around asking them whether they would wear a tie or not...complete with statistics and "necktie" forecast. Yup.....you heard me right, forecast!!!
I have been here for... what? 7 months already?....but still, I can't understand Jap's mentality. What's the big deal? What's wrong if us guys wear a tie or not? You don't need the PM himself to voice out his opinion on TV, right?
Amazed? So am I....
Monday, November 07, 2005
Being a girl.
I don't if any of you remember me saying it but i said this many times...
"I was always interested in girls. I think they are beautiful, interesting and evrything good. And i'm especially jealous of the so called 'sisterhood' , where girls team up to go against guys. If i were reincarnated, I would choose to live my life as a girl"
It's true yo...girls are interesting. I was always curious what's going on their mind. What's so interesting about having a barbie...what's the craze of having at least 20 teddy bears of various sizes....having a handphone with so many keychains on it you can hardly see the phone....and the one biggest element of a girl, dieting. Staring for hours in the mirror and making myself miserable...."oh! would you just look at that lump of flesh!" . sigh....and of course the inevitable 2 a month once hormone wars.
But still......i would like to experience playing masak-masak instead of climbing trees and braking windows.
Well, guess what? I had my chance.
There's this "Hostel Day" last last weekend, long story short, there's a beauty pageant on....a beauty pageant for guys. More accurately, Guys dressing up as girls. So....since they don't allow this kind of eccentric in M'sia, why not give it a try? Hell, I might even end up looking better than Liv Tyler.
Anyway, my brains was all so fired up with adrenaline that i actually forget something, with my physique, I won't look better Liv Tyler....I'll just end up making people throw up their lunch ( we all had barbeque that day.)
My choice of clothes was this...
It's a white see through spagetti with a black skirt. Sorry i can't upload any pic cause' the photographer that day had a LOT of hesitation taking my pic and ended up taking none. Anyways....since these were meant for young cute slim girls, I had umm....quite a struggle fitting into those. The spagetti was all streched up, hem's pulled up above my belly button, revealing what little hair i have on my belly. Skirts only till my shin. I had a cute junior to make up my face, so, no problem concentrating and not blinking my eye until she's done and out of my sight. And ohh... I had two C cup oranges as boobs. Man they were heavy. I could hardly keep them on my chest! And thus had to wear a bra. Fumbled with the damn clasp for a few sufferable minutes with Japs guys AND girls laughing at me all the way. Phew....I now respect Pamela Anderson for tolerate those huge melons. Now.....imagine me in it.
As for my performance, I played "Santa Baby" by Kylie Minogue. Then, I deliberately did a quite sexy dance....or at least i thought it was sexy. I was completed with "rub with both hands from neck, down to chest and end in waist while shaking like a snake" , "pull up skirt to reveal my hairy legs, very very....hairy legs and pulling up till giving a lil' hint of my red underwear (red, my friends, was necessary) " , "move near the judges and plant a bright red smooch! on their cheeks." , "show em boobies" , not exactly real boobies but at least they smell nice....i had fresh ones from the market.
Now.....imagine me in it again.
Sick right?? Lucky no one vomitted or i would have to clean up the mess....
"I was always interested in girls. I think they are beautiful, interesting and evrything good. And i'm especially jealous of the so called 'sisterhood' , where girls team up to go against guys. If i were reincarnated, I would choose to live my life as a girl"
It's true yo...girls are interesting. I was always curious what's going on their mind. What's so interesting about having a barbie...what's the craze of having at least 20 teddy bears of various sizes....having a handphone with so many keychains on it you can hardly see the phone....and the one biggest element of a girl, dieting. Staring for hours in the mirror and making myself miserable...."oh! would you just look at that lump of flesh!" . sigh....and of course the inevitable 2 a month once hormone wars.
But still......i would like to experience playing masak-masak instead of climbing trees and braking windows.
Well, guess what? I had my chance.
There's this "Hostel Day" last last weekend, long story short, there's a beauty pageant on....a beauty pageant for guys. More accurately, Guys dressing up as girls. So....since they don't allow this kind of eccentric in M'sia, why not give it a try? Hell, I might even end up looking better than Liv Tyler.
Anyway, my brains was all so fired up with adrenaline that i actually forget something, with my physique, I won't look better Liv Tyler....I'll just end up making people throw up their lunch ( we all had barbeque that day.)
My choice of clothes was this...
It's a white see through spagetti with a black skirt. Sorry i can't upload any pic cause' the photographer that day had a LOT of hesitation taking my pic and ended up taking none. Anyways....since these were meant for young cute slim girls, I had umm....quite a struggle fitting into those. The spagetti was all streched up, hem's pulled up above my belly button, revealing what little hair i have on my belly. Skirts only till my shin. I had a cute junior to make up my face, so, no problem concentrating and not blinking my eye until she's done and out of my sight. And ohh... I had two C cup oranges as boobs. Man they were heavy. I could hardly keep them on my chest! And thus had to wear a bra. Fumbled with the damn clasp for a few sufferable minutes with Japs guys AND girls laughing at me all the way. Phew....I now respect Pamela Anderson for tolerate those huge melons. Now.....imagine me in it.
As for my performance, I played "Santa Baby" by Kylie Minogue. Then, I deliberately did a quite sexy dance....or at least i thought it was sexy. I was completed with "rub with both hands from neck, down to chest and end in waist while shaking like a snake" , "pull up skirt to reveal my hairy legs, very very....hairy legs and pulling up till giving a lil' hint of my red underwear (red, my friends, was necessary) " , "move near the judges and plant a bright red smooch! on their cheeks." , "show em boobies" , not exactly real boobies but at least they smell nice....i had fresh ones from the market.
Now.....imagine me in it again.
Sick right?? Lucky no one vomitted or i would have to clean up the mess....
Friday, November 04, 2005
Tokyo Motorshow 2005
Okay...Kelly^-^ 's right....I have been mentioning about girls in my blog once in a while. Know why? It's because Raptor4eva told me that he would send virus to my page and boycott me if i stop mentioning about them in my blog. haha...just kidding, it's not true...raptor4eva don't like girls....
Sorry, can't help it! I love girls ( in a good way, please don't label me as a perv..it's not like i go peepin' or go pimpin') . I just happen to think that girls are beautiful creatures (sorry guys....) and i may have been expressing my adoration a tiny bit too much(pics and stories). I do have a few blogs without mentioning girls right?? But...this one, sorry Kelly^-^, contain elements of girls...or should i say heavenly models..... snicker snicker...
It all started two weeks ago when I bought myself a can of coffee that happen to be promoting TOKYO MOTORSHOW 2005. I've always been a fan of automobiles....how could i not go?!! And so I went yesterday...along with my two other musketeers...Loke eng and Boon. This show seems to feature eco-friendliness, hybrid cars and all. And the designs....i'll have to say it's more futuristic, not your every day proton. I was particularly impressed by Nissan GT-R. My gawd....such beauty. I sure wished i was borned rich. Anyway, cars are also complemented with high tech gizmos.... GPS to lead you to wherever and actually make sure you get there, road detector so that you won't drive off the road, car detector so that you don't get too close (especially lady drivers!!), eye monitor just to tell us we are sleepy( ever since when do we need to be told we are sleepy??) and a whole lot more crackpot contraption that even a blind guy can drive a car....
I am impressed by all those hypocrite gadjets but what's the point of all those? Takes away all the fun of driving. Anyway, here's the pics...Kelly ^-^ can skip those heavenly models....
Just look at that beauty.....(i meant bike).
This is a cute one...
Superbike by BMW (Bring More Women)
This i don't get it....virtual roller coaster? You even have to set that safety harness for i don't know what....hmm...maybe for preventing you from "falling" in love.
See what i mean??
Now back to cars....
impressive eh?
If blue is for boys...then white and pink must be for girls!
like i said....not everyday proton...
Red Hot Chilli Salleen...
What's better than a model? Two models!! (okay, I know...lame punch line)
Meaningless sign...
The ending of Toyota show...they featured brightcoloured RC wheelchair. Looks like that guy shadow's shaking hands with an alien shadow right?
Lancer Evolution Concept 4
The all so beautiful Mercedes SLR concept car....gonna say this again. Wished I was borned with a silver car key in my mouth.
Nissan GT-R....said it's gonna be available in mid 2006...can i possibly save enough by then? I'd eat grass everyday just to own one of these...
This 3-seater car is said to be able to turn 360 degs ....perfect for lesen-lembu people who can't back park....or should i say "go-stan" properly..
Sorry...I have NO idea what car she promoted.
This would look perfect in my parking space.
I don't know why this was showcased. They even had a model posted near it. And since it was a pram, they complemented it with a "mom" model. For the sake of my loyal viewers, I'll spare you the pic ( i expertly left her out of the cam view) and description. It wouldn't do to have sore eyes visitors...
Ya know...I wanted to ask her "Excuse me, are those....rubber?" but thought the better of it and called it off...
Can you that silver horsie at the air filter area??
Smileys...
This is proof that i don't only take photos with models...
Don't know why but i suddenly thought of a dragon when i set my eyes on these. Oh, by the way, this is a Mitsuoka, new brand i suppose.
And now back to cute models...
Highlight of the day....you can see i made my point by setting her pic largest.
SNAP!!...okay, back to reality. This is another futuristic design car by Suzuki.
Honda Z4. I was speechless when i saw this....now I'm wordless...
Plexi-glass door opens wing-like. Impressive burn door open painfully slow...
Guess what's my new favourite colour??
What a perv!!
A nice ride from Yamaha...
Remember those super heros like "Baja Hitam" who have that ridiculous bike? This is one of them...
And to wrap up the show, they had the models lined up and pics taken by sick, model-hunting psychos....me? I'm different. I was just passing by....
Sorry, can't help it! I love girls ( in a good way, please don't label me as a perv..it's not like i go peepin' or go pimpin') . I just happen to think that girls are beautiful creatures (sorry guys....) and i may have been expressing my adoration a tiny bit too much(pics and stories). I do have a few blogs without mentioning girls right?? But...this one, sorry Kelly^-^, contain elements of girls...or should i say heavenly models..... snicker snicker...
It all started two weeks ago when I bought myself a can of coffee that happen to be promoting TOKYO MOTORSHOW 2005. I've always been a fan of automobiles....how could i not go?!! And so I went yesterday...along with my two other musketeers...Loke eng and Boon. This show seems to feature eco-friendliness, hybrid cars and all. And the designs....i'll have to say it's more futuristic, not your every day proton. I was particularly impressed by Nissan GT-R. My gawd....such beauty. I sure wished i was borned rich. Anyway, cars are also complemented with high tech gizmos.... GPS to lead you to wherever and actually make sure you get there, road detector so that you won't drive off the road, car detector so that you don't get too close (especially lady drivers!!), eye monitor just to tell us we are sleepy( ever since when do we need to be told we are sleepy??) and a whole lot more crackpot contraption that even a blind guy can drive a car....
I am impressed by all those hypocrite gadjets but what's the point of all those? Takes away all the fun of driving. Anyway, here's the pics...Kelly ^-^ can skip those heavenly models....
Just look at that beauty.....(i meant bike).
This is a cute one...
Superbike by BMW (Bring More Women)
This i don't get it....virtual roller coaster? You even have to set that safety harness for i don't know what....hmm...maybe for preventing you from "falling" in love.
See what i mean??
Now back to cars....
impressive eh?
If blue is for boys...then white and pink must be for girls!
like i said....not everyday proton...Red Hot Chilli Salleen...
What's better than a model? Two models!! (okay, I know...lame punch line)
Meaningless sign...
The ending of Toyota show...they featured brightcoloured RC wheelchair. Looks like that guy shadow's shaking hands with an alien shadow right?
Lancer Evolution Concept 4
The all so beautiful Mercedes SLR concept car....gonna say this again. Wished I was borned with a silver car key in my mouth.
Nissan GT-R....said it's gonna be available in mid 2006...can i possibly save enough by then? I'd eat grass everyday just to own one of these...
This 3-seater car is said to be able to turn 360 degs ....perfect for lesen-lembu people who can't back park....or should i say "go-stan" properly..
Sorry...I have NO idea what car she promoted.
This would look perfect in my parking space.
I don't know why this was showcased. They even had a model posted near it. And since it was a pram, they complemented it with a "mom" model. For the sake of my loyal viewers, I'll spare you the pic ( i expertly left her out of the cam view) and description. It wouldn't do to have sore eyes visitors...
Ya know...I wanted to ask her "Excuse me, are those....rubber?" but thought the better of it and called it off...
Can you that silver horsie at the air filter area??
Smileys...
This is proof that i don't only take photos with models...
Don't know why but i suddenly thought of a dragon when i set my eyes on these. Oh, by the way, this is a Mitsuoka, new brand i suppose.
And now back to cute models...
Highlight of the day....you can see i made my point by setting her pic largest.
SNAP!!...okay, back to reality. This is another futuristic design car by Suzuki.
Honda Z4. I was speechless when i saw this....now I'm wordless...
Plexi-glass door opens wing-like. Impressive burn door open painfully slow...
Guess what's my new favourite colour??
What a perv!!
A nice ride from Yamaha...
Remember those super heros like "Baja Hitam" who have that ridiculous bike? This is one of them...
And to wrap up the show, they had the models lined up and pics taken by sick, model-hunting psychos....me? I'm different. I was just passing by....
Friday, October 28, 2005
Japan's now a lil' bit more randier than ever...
I have always thought of influencing citizens of Japan. You know....be less punctual and talk more crap. And so i have been on TV and such but i still don't see much effect. So....time for more hardcore action!!!
What I did was I attended a blood donation drive. Gave exactly 400mL of Randy to the blood bank of Japan. What else better way to corrupt Japan than polluting their life's essence itself??! Now...imagine all those hospital patients go home healthier and randier...haha.
Anyway..yeah, I attended a blood donation drive. The actual main purpose is to impress the girls here so that they might actually like me. And furthermore the nurses that day were "the young, novice (and attractive) batch" . Not "veterans"...no no.
Haha...okay...enough crap. My actual purpose serve a more noble cause. Anyway, blood donating in M'sia is all papers and needle tight? Well, here's papers, needles and electronic scanners. I never knew doc's job was sooo easy. All doc did was hold my arm, wrap that inflatable thingie around my arms and then press a button. A machine nearby automatically activate the pump and measure my blood pressure, and instantly prints out my polluted blood pressure, my corrupted heart beat rate, how much blood in my stinking body, and how much blood (max) recommended to be drawn. And then doc unwrap the inflatable thing. To me, Doc seems very very technician....a technician that have a stethoscope around his neck but not use it.
And then on to crime scene....
Remember that blood donator had to have their name written on the blood bag? Well, mine was scanned. Just like those scanners in supermarts' cashier. Man i felt like a dead ikan bawal tested for freshness and scanned for value. And guess what?? To ensure that they have exactly 400 mL and not a drop more, they put the bag on a air tight weighing machine.
Sooooo canggih....but,
Just a day after donating blood, I read a news about a 20 year old guy from Osaka who's infected by HIV after attending a blood donation drive. Hey!! I thought bak kata pepatah "buat baik dibalas baik" ??!
What I did was I attended a blood donation drive. Gave exactly 400mL of Randy to the blood bank of Japan. What else better way to corrupt Japan than polluting their life's essence itself??! Now...imagine all those hospital patients go home healthier and randier...haha.
Anyway..yeah, I attended a blood donation drive. The actual main purpose is to impress the girls here so that they might actually like me. And furthermore the nurses that day were "the young, novice (and attractive) batch" . Not "veterans"...no no.
Haha...okay...enough crap. My actual purpose serve a more noble cause. Anyway, blood donating in M'sia is all papers and needle tight? Well, here's papers, needles and electronic scanners. I never knew doc's job was sooo easy. All doc did was hold my arm, wrap that inflatable thingie around my arms and then press a button. A machine nearby automatically activate the pump and measure my blood pressure, and instantly prints out my polluted blood pressure, my corrupted heart beat rate, how much blood in my stinking body, and how much blood (max) recommended to be drawn. And then doc unwrap the inflatable thing. To me, Doc seems very very technician....a technician that have a stethoscope around his neck but not use it.
And then on to crime scene....
Remember that blood donator had to have their name written on the blood bag? Well, mine was scanned. Just like those scanners in supermarts' cashier. Man i felt like a dead ikan bawal tested for freshness and scanned for value. And guess what?? To ensure that they have exactly 400 mL and not a drop more, they put the bag on a air tight weighing machine.
Sooooo canggih....but,
Just a day after donating blood, I read a news about a 20 year old guy from Osaka who's infected by HIV after attending a blood donation drive. Hey!! I thought bak kata pepatah "buat baik dibalas baik" ??!
Saturday, October 22, 2005
HG!!
HG stands for Hard Gay.
It`s one of Japan`s TV celebrity. For my buddies already in Japan, skip to next paragraph. For those who are not...well, Hard Gay (mentioned in the sports day blog) is a guy who wears a leather suit, chest baring tight jacket, short....very short, tight pants and a hat. He uhh...acts like a gay and his favourite is rocking his hips back and forth, and the all famous "FOOOOUUUUuuu " shout out.
Anyway, he calls himself GAY but i don`t think he understands that term well. Right just now, I saw his show on Tv. He was dancing to the song "STEP you" by ayumi hamasaki. He had a few other dancers with him and they are...female dancers!! clad with very sexy and revealing leather suit. and there`s one scene where he`s on a couch with his arm around a girl and he smiled very cheekily to the camera. Hard gay?? LOL.
It`s one of Japan`s TV celebrity. For my buddies already in Japan, skip to next paragraph. For those who are not...well, Hard Gay (mentioned in the sports day blog) is a guy who wears a leather suit, chest baring tight jacket, short....very short, tight pants and a hat. He uhh...acts like a gay and his favourite is rocking his hips back and forth, and the all famous "FOOOOUUUUuuu " shout out.
Anyway, he calls himself GAY but i don`t think he understands that term well. Right just now, I saw his show on Tv. He was dancing to the song "STEP you" by ayumi hamasaki. He had a few other dancers with him and they are...female dancers!! clad with very sexy and revealing leather suit. and there`s one scene where he`s on a couch with his arm around a girl and he smiled very cheekily to the camera. Hard gay?? LOL.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Cullinary Carelessness...
It's bound to happen....sooner or later it'll happen someday.
The unavoidable, inevitable....salt and sugar mix-up. You see, I was cooking sambal the other day. I've already salted the chicken i was gonna chuck in, plus ikan bilis and the asam jawa water. So, as you can see, no salt is needed. But SUGAR is needed though.
What i did was reached for the spoon, shoved it in the packet of white stuff, and just poured it in my sambal. I realised my mistake only when..."eh? I thought sugar grain wasn't that fine....looks like salt.", licked the spoon....and DOGGONE IT!!! I put in salt instead of sugar!! Gawd....now I'm gonna suffer kidney failure instead of diabetes.
Anyway, managed to salvage my precious sambal by scooping out the "salted" part. I later put in SUGAR....real, sweet sugar and not salty sugar ....and my sambal turn out great. Let me tell you I enjoyed my sambal vey very much. So much i was on the verge of ecstacy....it was...an exsalted ...sorry, exalted feeling.
Anyway, thinking that experience automatically qualifies me as a cook...i was once again proud and arrogant. And then it happen....
Right just now, I was fixing myself a soup. The carrot, potato and pork soup. Anyway, while skinning the potato.....i accidently skinned my thumb!! Well, not sure if i should say skinned because it looks more like a chunk of flesh went along with it. Sigh....cooking is dangerous. I should stop cooking myself and start looking for a girlfriend already....
Anyway, soup tasted grrrreat.....GASP!!! Did i just say i enjoyed my soup? my a-bit-of-human-flesh-in-it soup?....oh....my...gawd....I just took the first step towards cannibalism!
HELP!!!
The unavoidable, inevitable....salt and sugar mix-up. You see, I was cooking sambal the other day. I've already salted the chicken i was gonna chuck in, plus ikan bilis and the asam jawa water. So, as you can see, no salt is needed. But SUGAR is needed though.
What i did was reached for the spoon, shoved it in the packet of white stuff, and just poured it in my sambal. I realised my mistake only when..."eh? I thought sugar grain wasn't that fine....looks like salt.", licked the spoon....and DOGGONE IT!!! I put in salt instead of sugar!! Gawd....now I'm gonna suffer kidney failure instead of diabetes.
Anyway, managed to salvage my precious sambal by scooping out the "salted" part. I later put in SUGAR....real, sweet sugar and not salty sugar ....and my sambal turn out great. Let me tell you I enjoyed my sambal vey very much. So much i was on the verge of ecstacy....it was...an exsalted ...sorry, exalted feeling.
Anyway, thinking that experience automatically qualifies me as a cook...i was once again proud and arrogant. And then it happen....
Right just now, I was fixing myself a soup. The carrot, potato and pork soup. Anyway, while skinning the potato.....i accidently skinned my thumb!! Well, not sure if i should say skinned because it looks more like a chunk of flesh went along with it. Sigh....cooking is dangerous. I should stop cooking myself and start looking for a girlfriend already....
Anyway, soup tasted grrrreat.....GASP!!! Did i just say i enjoyed my soup? my a-bit-of-human-flesh-in-it soup?....oh....my...gawd....I just took the first step towards cannibalism!
HELP!!!
Monday, October 17, 2005
Brainless Bimbo....
Take a look at this...
So? what do ya think? Cute? Perfect? Dream chick? Willing to die for?? Think again...
Yesterday I saw this variety gameshow that featured this cute gal. OH MY GAWD I have never seen anyone soooo "cute" (characterwise) until the verge of being called dumb or just plain brainless, a complete waste of Oxygen.
Anyway, it was a show about "Guess what happen next". It showed this cute girl along with 3 small kids learning a dance. They were practicing for many many hours till the kids turn out dancing like real pro....but this girl....the dance lesson had to be stopped few times. Well, guess what happen next??.....answer is...she had to cry. She had to pout her lips and cry while the kids tried to console her. She was complaining over and over again the dance was tough...
And so the gameshow announcer told her not to give up so easily. He then suggested that she try swimming next...she had to pout her lips and said it's difficult, when asked about her school life, said it's difficult and didn't do that well.....she practically said everything's difficult!!
The announcer then asked that if everything is difficult, then how bout after marriage (giving birth). Well, this time she just kept quiet (while pouting her lips...again) So, the show ended up with everyone making fun of her for about 5 minutes.
I kind of pity her a bit for being making fun of but....why work so hard to act cute?? Can't she have a lil' self respect? Hmm, I guess maybe it's because Jap guys worship cuteness and to be popular......they have to.
PS: Yet, i can't deny the fact that she do indeed look very very cute. hehe....
So? what do ya think? Cute? Perfect? Dream chick? Willing to die for?? Think again...
Yesterday I saw this variety gameshow that featured this cute gal. OH MY GAWD I have never seen anyone soooo "cute" (characterwise) until the verge of being called dumb or just plain brainless, a complete waste of Oxygen.
Anyway, it was a show about "Guess what happen next". It showed this cute girl along with 3 small kids learning a dance. They were practicing for many many hours till the kids turn out dancing like real pro....but this girl....the dance lesson had to be stopped few times. Well, guess what happen next??.....answer is...she had to cry. She had to pout her lips and cry while the kids tried to console her. She was complaining over and over again the dance was tough...
And so the gameshow announcer told her not to give up so easily. He then suggested that she try swimming next...she had to pout her lips and said it's difficult, when asked about her school life, said it's difficult and didn't do that well.....she practically said everything's difficult!!
The announcer then asked that if everything is difficult, then how bout after marriage (giving birth). Well, this time she just kept quiet (while pouting her lips...again) So, the show ended up with everyone making fun of her for about 5 minutes.
I kind of pity her a bit for being making fun of but....why work so hard to act cute?? Can't she have a lil' self respect? Hmm, I guess maybe it's because Jap guys worship cuteness and to be popular......they have to.
PS: Yet, i can't deny the fact that she do indeed look very very cute. hehe....
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