Kingdom Hearts 2 is a friggin' nice game. The only regret I have is picking the hardness level as 'Normal'. It feels more like it's set to "Pussy" dificulty. Other than that, wonderful game.
Monday, 4th May, 2026 11.00pm
Luzzio. That's what they're calling the boy. Luzzio bin Zakhren. I don't know whether this has anything to do with me poking the holes in Zak's condoms(making me the baby's TRUE creator), or just to spite me. I half expected its upper top of the body to be white and the part below brown, but all we saw during its first few hours was red.
I have to remind myself that baby Luzzio is not 'it'. It's a human being.
The wife and Nabilah spent hours fondling the babies little cheeks, while I helped the new father around with some paperwork. 4kg, no symptoms of any retardness, and a little birthmark the size of a golfball on its left buttock.
Su Fern arrived in the late afternoon, a bottle of whiskey in hand and smelling of it. We wouldn't know that she'd arrived if it weren't for her cussing at the guards for trying to get rid of her(thinking she's a bum). Her first look at Baby Luzzio seemed to be like a moment of a 25 year old friendship reaching its climax. The wife told me later that she saw a tear in Fern's eye when hugged Nab.
I can't help but feel touched.
I messaged everyone of the news, and here are some of the replies from those that are living in Britain:
Jade: EEE! I'm taking the first train up to London! Give Nab hugs and kisses for me yeah?? I'd bring Basey to play with Cecil, but he's having church camp. =(
Colin: Congratz! ahaha! Zak must be proud?? =p Might be able to come and see if my boss gives me a break.
Poon: Wanci and I here give them the best of wishes! Wha?? Luzzio!? Hahahah!! =) Sure it's Zakhren's baby? lol.
Nab and Zak's parents finally arrived, and their faces seemed to gleem with pride by looking at their newborn grandchild.
Cecil played with the baby(held by The Wife), but got bored after awhile and started moping around the hospital room. The Wife asked me to bring him home to get some stuff to play with in the hospital. Was a little reluctant to, since I had to work on that day. After dropping off the little tyke, I managed to rush past the jam, and reached the office less than a minute late.
I wouldn't say that Mr. Leonard was happy about it, but he kept scowling at me, as if trying to find , no matter how petty, a reason to fire me. Working as a journalist at Family Weekly would be a rather enjoyable if it wasn't for my boss taking a biased dislike to me. The suits above are planning to retire the old fellow from the Editor post, and I don't think he likes the idea of someone like me becoming a candidate for the job. Zakhren works with me on the tech section of the magazine, but the guy hardly gets any heat from Mr. L. I heard from Mark(interior) that Leonard thinks only pure Brits should run anything in this country. Why, that's racism!
I told Mr. L that Zak would not be able to make it for work today since he's gotta be there for the new born kid, but he waved it away saying I'm finding excuses to get out of the office, and that Zak was a hard working employee who deserved a day off, even if it was unnoticed.
I've just got to be at the top of my form as not to give him any reason not give me the heat. And I won't deny that I WANT the Editor post. The pay would be more than twice of what I earned now, and then some.
Received two messages on the cell while working(discreetly checked);
The Wife: The new parents are bringing the baby back to their apartment tonight. Cecil and I'll be there with them, so you should drop by after work. Love you.
Fern: Why didn't you let me take care of Cecil this morning? Not good enough am I? We've already been through this, and I swear that I was sober when he fell off the table!! I was in the kitchen fixing up a little something for him...
Well, anyway, Lynn's dropped off her kids at my place. Damien, Derek, and the other one which has a name like an egg. I forget. The woman's having too many bloody kids. I'd drive them over to Nab's myself tonight, but my licence's suspended. Don't ask. Pick them up from my place before going, aight?
P.S. Should I bring red or white wine?
Sigh. Managed to finish the article on how Holodisks were becoming a part of forgotten tech history(joining its fallen brethren like the VHS and DVD), and rushed to Fern's nursing home by 7. The children were far from perfect Angels, and you could smell alcohol from her breath a mile away.
The one thing I hate most about their apartment was that it had countless pictures of Bi and Trixie hung on every inch of the walls. Those late cats get more mourn and tribute than a dead human does. Thank GAWD their building bans pets.
Cecil was asleep on the couch when I came in, and I told Lynn's kids not to wake him up, since the poor tyke had been awake for more than 12 hours. Hard chance. The Wife didn't seem to mind. Of course she didn't, cos I'd be the one to make sure Cecil sleeps tonight. B*tch.
Fern popped open a bottle of red wine the moment she came in, and we were all shocked when Nab downed an entire glass in one go. It must've been 9 very long months.
Baby Luzzio was asleep in a little cushion cradle by the fire. I was hoping to see what shade of skin it had, but it was still red. Dang.
Nab's wasn't in the shape to cook, The Wife would only prepare meals if it was her OWN kitchen, and Fern was too tipsy. We ordered Pizza's, much to the delight of the children. Sigh, I'll have to put an extra hour in th gym next weekend.
We sat around the kitchen bar downing down wine with pizza, predicting what Baby Luzzio would be doing for life 40 years from now. I didn't give any thoughts except the time when The Wife kicked my feet. I won't be around 40 years from now, so I won't really care. But honestly, with a tech junkie dad and stock broker mom, it's hard to imagine what kind of way the kid will be raised.
The night was late, and I tried to call Su Lynn to pick up her kids, but there wasnt a reply.
I called Xiao to ask her where Su Lynn was, but got this instead:
Hello?
Hey. Can I talk to Xiao please?
I'm sorry, but can I have your name please?
Uh? Urm... Mervyn. Mervyn Lai.
I'm sorry, but your name isn't on the list. Perhaps you'd like to make an appointment?
Appointment? No no, I don't need an appointment, I'm a friend of hers.
Of course you are. Her show's called Xiao's A Friend. Everyone's a friend of hers. Now, unless you're making an appointment, I'd appreciate it if you don't hog the line. My boss is a VERY busy lady and alot of people need to contact her. People who booked in advance.
...I don't need this bullshit. Just put OH FAMOUS XIAO on the line PLEASE~?~??
*Roars of laughter*
Wha?
*Fuzz crackle crackle* Hey Hey, Wei Shiung! Xiao here. That was Jiale messing with you.
...
Awww....c'mon, lighten up. =) You can't be mad at me, I'm a celebrity.
Sigh...Can you just tell SuLynn that her kids are at Nab's place?
I brought The Wife and Cecil home at about half past mid night, and the little tyke wasn't showing a sign of fatigue. He's being bathed by The Wife for bed as I'm typing this, but I can tell getting him to shut those little eyes tonight would be harder than getting on Mr. Leonard's good side. Sigh. Another restless night.
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Pic of the day:
There will be a Kingdom Hearts 3. And it's coming out on the Ps3. Sigh.
Who said blogger's don't have a life? Heh, I'm kidding. If we didn't have a life, we'd have nothing to blog about.
My sister somehow managed to drag a very reluctant me along to a blogger's meet on Saturday. Nearly 40 peepz were there, so I'll cut through description and make Boon Heng a happy piggy by posting some pictures. I couldn't get a pic of Smashp0p =( and the pictures were not watermarked with my blog address because this is a sharing post.
April's hand made earrings collection! I bought a pair for a certain someone, and you guys won't be able to guess who. Another three have also been ordered, which is Sora, Rinoa's Angel and I forgot the last one...
Piggy earrings.
Pastry earrngs!
Hamburger earrings!
M&M's! They look almost edible!
We went outside(which was blazing hot) to do a group jump Smashp0p style.
And of course, me being me, I can never resist taking a picture of the sky, since it has two of my 3 favourite colors.
And so we jump.
Me being tall, was pushed to the back =(
That's all folks!
I bought a few things during the weekend:
A QuiCk Silver pencil case. That's as gay as I get.
100 new fresh CD's! It's a gift from above~!
And a spanking new keyboard!(since my other one of 2 years died)
I may have failed the first Undang test last week, but thanks to my producers for making a sequel "Ujian Undang 2: Pulangan Luzzio!", I passed with a beautiful score of 92%!
Ha! Beautiful road driving life of honking and cursing, here I come!
I predict 25 little old ladies dying by my driving in this lifespan.
Out of curiosity, I checked out Wikipedia.org to find out what's the REAL border age that categorizes girls legal for porn or not. They didn't mention it, but what I found interesting is, there's a Japanese girl of only 11 years old called Saaya Irie, with F-cups. And she poses for intimidating shots with bikini, wetsuits, etc. And...apparently, that's legal, as long as no private spots are exposed.
So here comes the controversial issue:
Is it a right for people to have freedom over their body, or does the stupidity of minority cause the goverment to effect control over it, thus a bane for the smart majority?
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I was talking with Li Ching today, and she asked me who I thought in this class has masturbated. I told her all the boys in the class from my view have probably done it before. She raised one eye and pointed to the nerdiest one. I nodded. But whether any girl in the class has masturbated before, I told her I didn't know. There WAS the chance that one did, or at least explored themselves a little.
C'mon, isn't it human nature to be curious?
Most people have many reasons to think negatively of masturbation. First, there's religion(Bible, etc), and public view. Playing with your sausage just doesn't seem like a very morally form of good individuality. But I don't see the bad side. Rather than being out there taking it out on young girls, animals(yes.), or getting STD, I think this form of habit is a much healthier one than actually going for the real thing.
Back to girl's masturbation. Compared to girls, boys masturbating is as acceptable as it is to help an old lady across the street. I don't know if it's because the girls doing so will accidentally break their hymen, thus making them no longer a virgin(physically), or because the girl community just isn't...well...acceptive of it.
When we say "masturbation", it's almost ALWAYS an image of some young boy slapping his meat that comes to mind. Why is it hardly about a girl?
Is it MORE wrong that a girl masturbates, compared to a guy? Does her doing it deem her as a 'ho' and 'sex fiend' compared to a guy who does it?
I think some of them DO 'do it'. But just...not that open about it.
Li Ching finally asked if I masturbate, and I said I wouldn't answer that question, because asking a boy that question is like asking a man without legs if he can't walk.
Edit: Ah crap. Typing "Child porn" on the wikipedia searchbar saved it in my quick type on any search bar. Dammnit.
I'm typing this at 1pm on a Monday morning. I'm not at school cos I came back from Singapore with a sore throat, running nose and itchy ear. And...it's probly been 48 hours since my last good sleep.
We left for Malacca at 2.30AM on Saturday morning, cos my sister's bus from Kedah was the late one. We reached Malacca at about 4am, and only slept for 1 hour before we had to wake up and get ready cos the bus left at 6am. You can imagine how it felt.
This post is gonna have a whole load of pics, so I suggest if you don't want your modem to lag, dont read it. For those that WANT to see almost all the pics tho, you can watch it on my Flickr.
The sky was still so dark...
Instead of SingTel, Maxis decided to hand me over to StarHub-SGP. Probably cause they broke up.
I slept all the way till 9am, when the sun had finally shone. We were already in Johor by then, and nearing the imigration border.
I won't bore you with pics of the border and how we reached Sentosa Island(Singapore), so here's a fast forward to the first attraction we went to.
The Carlsberg Tower
It was basically a lookout tower to give you an awed feeling of how large the island was. The best part was probly before they rose up, the radio would blare out: Welcome to the Carlsberg Tower. Sit back and relax, for we ensure you will be high soon. ;)
The view:
And moving on:
The Merlion
This is a statue of the Merlion, a combination of a Fish's body and a Lion's head. The Lion's head was a symbol of strength, while the fish's tail represented their commerce in docks and the sea(being an island and all). I just thought it looked kinda gay. Like some offspring of an unholy metrimony...
The dolphin show was the next attraction. I was expecting some sort of 18sx content since my ticket read ADULT, but I later figured it was for price differences.
One of the parts I hated about this show was that the beach was SO annoying. I hate sand, and I especially hate the sun. Why can't they have concrete and UV shades?
And believe me when I say it was BLAZING hot. It didn't help either that fucking 2 annoying Pakistani boys abour the age of 7-10 kept PUSHING against me and one even sat on my lap. I tried glaring at their parents(who were idiots that never took notice.), but you just cant keep a straight face when the sun is soooo hot.
I couldn't take any pictures of the Pink Dolphin's performing, since most of them came out very blur, far and all. The show was pretty dissapointing too. Just a few jumps through the hoop and waving to the crowd.
Manged to get a picture of the Dolphin up close AFTER the show though.
We visited the Ocean-Arium next. There wasn't anything really special about it, since all Aquariums are the same, wherever you go. What caught my eye were the Japanese 1.8m wide crabs and this:
Sea Angels. They're tiny little SNAIL/JELLYFISH like creatures that are no bigger than the rubber at the back of your mechanical pencil. Transparent, and looking like a Gummi Candy, they're adorable =)
We had dinner that night at a Steamboat buffet(which is all the rage now). The place was built on a platform above the beach, and I was sorta expecting the place to stink, but forgot that this was Singapore. Not a drop of litter in sight.
We went for some Musical Fountain show after that, but it was lame because they had a mascot called KiKi the Monkey. I still can't get the song it sang out of my head... "Hello hello hello~"
Wasn't exactly looking forward to our lodging that night, Hotel 81. Because it was a company trip, a budget hotel was booked to cut expenses. Derek and I have a fondness for squealing over beautiful Hotel bathrooms whenever we come to Singapore, but this time it was a letdown...
He kept saying "Why can't we be at Sheraton's..."
And we had to share a single bed. Quoting him, "Gay".
Found the next morning my phone had went back to SingTel.
The next day started off with a visit to the NEWater factory, which recycles shit-water into new drinkable water. It's supposedly cleaner than normal water, this...uh...recycled shit-water.
Clean clear shit-water.
It was interesting to know that Singapore consumed 300 mliion gallons of water a day. And that to create clean water, it required 4 powerful filterations and even a UV light that was 10 times brighter than the sun to kill germs. Scary.
The second final stop was the Botanical Gardens. There wasn't really anything interesting here, but I sorta enjoyed the walk among so much flora.
Inside the mist house
The last place we visited was a 'cruise'.
The bus dropped us off at some sorta Pier, and here're some pics of the scenery.
The cruise ship. Lol.
On the boat...
The only pic of me throughout the trip
We left Singapore for Malaysia at about 6pm, the sky was pouring, and I was relieved that we'd be home soon.
Dark Sky.
Back in Malaysia, we passed by a truck that was ablaze in flames. I hope the driver wasn't in it when the flames blew.
The long, long, long drive back on the highway.
Reaching back was bliss, especially since I hadn't used the toilet even ONCE in Singapore.(cept for air kecil)
I'm packing my bag now, with a little bit of regret. I wish I could stay here, and enjoy the what might be the most memorable moment in form 5 with my friends. Instead, I'm going on a family's company trip which I'm not even involved in. I'm not complaining...I just feel...I don't know, down that I can't be close to the peepz.
As long as I don't turn into someone like this, I guess I'll be fine.
Have fun, Fern, Zak and Nab. Sure wish I could be there...sigh.
My sister's latest post kinda got me inspired to redo this again. I used to write quite frequently last year fictional blog entries of myself in the future, married and all, and living in England as a makeshift journalist(that was still struggling to get a novel published). So, here's a continuation:
20 years from now:
Sunday, 3rd May, 2026, 2am:
Phew. What a day. Well, I'm officially 36. That number seems...so old. It felt just like yesterday that I was only 16 complaining about my class back in Malaysia. Originally The Wife(who's now asleep in bed drunk but happy) and I had planned to celebrate the occasion with a candlelight dinner at the La' Vienz. But as fate would have it, Zakhren called on Saturday morning(3am, give or take), asking me to rush down to the hospital straight away. Nab was in labour.
The first thing that went through my head was, "Aww....Nab, of all the times..."
I carried little Cecil from his bed and put him next to his mother. It took abit of effort to look at how silly my two darlings looked in bed, drooling without a care in the world, and not laugh.
It took a little while to convince the dumb receptionist at the hospital that I was a friend of the couple. I had to call Zakhren to come down and tell the horrid woman that I was a peer of theirs. Zak came down quickly, and his face seemed whiter than usual. We waited in a lounge outside the delivery room for a few hours. At about 6am, I messaged the Home PC to inform my wife when she woke up that I was at the hospital with Zakhren. It went something like this:
"Dear. Nab's giving birth. Screams are scary. Zak's sitting next to me, and I think the only thing keeping him away from storming through the delivery room is a slap from Nab. Btw, bring Cecil down with you. I don't trust Fern with that kid. Remember the last time she babysat? hugs and kisses. bye."
As soon as I pressed the Send button, a shrill scream came from inside the room, followed by a woman shouting, "NOT SO HARD, YOU DONG!" Zakhren stood up, "I can't take it anymore, I gotta go see!"
I held him back and said what happened in there was not a sight for the weak hearted. "Trust me, you don't wanna go in there. When Cecil was being born, I felt the same too, and rushed in. Remember what happened that day?"
Zak stiffled abit, and retold the day "Yeah...you were lying on the hospital bed next to your wife's, weren't you? Fainted as soon as you got in and-
"Hit my head on a table, yes. Now, sit down, Nab needs you to be as calm as possible when she's done with this ordeal. Remember, you're about to be a dad. A father, Zak. You've got to take control of things. And now, it's a time to remain calm."
It took awhile before he finally nodded and sat down again.
By 7am they've had 4 different doctors changing shifts. We kept asking what was taking so long, but they kept saying the same thing, that the head was pretty big and, well...the passage was just not big enough for it to go through. They tried cutting, but Nab just wasn't for it. All they had now was to wait for the muscles to continue contracting till it(the baby) could at least slide through. Or somewhere along those lines, at least.
The Wife and Cecil came a little bit before 8, and I could tell from the little pike's eyes were that he didn't like his mommy waking him up that early in the morning. While The Wife sat with Zak and explained what was really going on in there(rather than him having to see it for himself), I brought Cecil down to the cafetaria for some breakfast. While sipping on a cup of hot cocoa, he asked me something that made me almost choke on my meal.
"Daddy, what's a vagina?"
Why'd a little boy his age even KNOW the word? Damnit Fern. No more watching Soap when he's over at your house.
I guess I'll just have to tell a white lie, and wait till he's a little older before he learns more about The Beautiful Cave. Maybe 9.
"Where'd you hear it from?" I asked first.
"Aunty Fern was watching something on a screen, and they kept saying the word. Is it a country?"
"Well, no son. In fact, it's a bad word. Sort of like the "f" word. Remember what we discussed about using that word a few weeks ago?
Cecil pouted his cheeks, held onto his bottom with both hands and nodded rapidly. It probably still sores.
"Yeah, so we really shouldn't say that word. Now, eat your breakfast. We better hurry up if we wanna take snapshots of Makcik Nabilah in a haggard state when they roll her out."
to be continued
Oh btw, did I mention that this is a MEME? Whoever is tagged will have to write a fictional post on themselves 20 years from now. Have fun =)
I'm only gonna limit my tags to 4 peepz, and let it grow on it's own. Anyone who wants to do the tag anyway, just do it =)
I've been listening to J.Lo's Operator, The Line is Dead for 4 days on my computer non stop. Even when I'm afk, I'll listen to it via headsets on my handphone or wireless headset(to com).
There's just something about a local artiste being able to produce a song that nice that gives me simple pleasures and a smile. Maybe the Malaysian media isn't all that's crapped out as it's meant to be. Then again, there have been a select few that stood out, like Sepet, among other Malaysian made shows that for some reason likes to have cartoons as their movie posters. Whenever I walk past a crappy malay movie poster after watching some big Hollywood movie, I'll go "pfft!".
Like how my BM tuitun teacher says, "Tayangan TV melayu tiada plot langsung. Cuma makan, pandu kereta tempatan, dan makan lagi."
On a totally differen't note, my sister has invited me to go for the bloggers meet. She said I'll meet peeps like Jasiminne The Penguin , Smashp0p , and even Chung Lern will be there. =) With these 3 happening to the best photographers with blogs I know. BUT, she said, "And I don't want you to be shy and sit in a corner by yourself, okay?"
Sigh. So I've been given a task by her to go around visiting blogs, and make friends. =( I've tried ProjectPetalingStreet once, an online blogging community, and despite it bringing me 10 unique visitors with almost a comment EACH less than an hour after I posted an entry, I'm kinda shy with people reading about what I write. =(
I used to be able to bash about Bumiputera rules, how dumb the goverment is, people I hate in school...but now I can't. Before I can say something to a friend in school, they'll say, "Hey, I liked your entry that day," or "Eh, fucker, take that away! My picture!!!".
I've even been recognized by a waiter in Subang Parade before. =(
My dad keeps asking me not to be so open with my blog, since it's a public place. I told him that it was nothing, since its just among friends...but now, I can't really say the same. Imran told me a few weeks back that he preffered my old way of writing, full of rude sarcasm, critic, and passion. I have to admit, I kinda agree with him. I don't really care about traffic, just the comments.
It's without a doubt that I'm a very controversial person. Disagreeing with something is not an argument I'm willing to back away from. And it's because of this, that I don't want to be too public. And...going out into the Malaysian blogging community, would make it that way.
Anyway, I'm gonna screw it, and write about something which I don't agree with and cause a flame war. I was thinking religion, but I've gotten a 70 comments bash on that b4 =) ,so I won't. Maybe MIC's president, hmm.
Being the freethinker that I am, I don't believe in materialistic realms where we are seperated after death. I do believe, however, in the state of heaven and hell. And in my case, I'm in hell.
I've got friends. Sure. Loads. Yet how many can tell me straight away, what's my birthdate? How many remembered last year? In form 3, only WanCi and Amanda remembered, while the rest didn't. Saufi constantly tells me that the class is looking out for me, but I can hardly figure that, by the transparent way I'm acknowledged. Sure, we sit together, but YOU being the "want to be with them" type, you won't talk to me, and you imagine as if I'm just a feather floating by, non interesting, non acknowledged.
I'm sick of doing nice things for people...
Good friends that I have, fate seems to drag me away from them. Suf, Nab, Zak...wtv. I used to think I was part of a group, but now it seems that I'm someone who's just a guest among them, not a part of it. The time that we get to spend together I'm not able to participate in, and even when I have the chance, things like going out for a movie with friends, or the Unity Dinner this Saturday that I was so looking forward to since I was gonna sit with my friends, was crushed by the fact that I HAVE to follow my family to Singapore on that VERY weekend.
A perfect time to spend with my friends, yet I have to fade away.
See how fate conspires?
I hate so many people.
Zakwan in Heaven.
*Hey Shungz, at least you've got friends that stick by your side, no matter how retarded the reason.
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Clean clear shit-water.
