I've started abit of body building. Since Wednesday, I've been running at least 2.5km a day, doing 40-50 sit ups, and around 100 pumps of 5 kg dumbbells on each hand. And I do all this while playing BEP's Pump It nonstop.

Damn, this feels good.

I hope to see a little bit of results in a month or so. Question though, how DO you get rid of the fats around your neck? I have a fat one. Tips, anybody?

I dont know how to lose fats though so some tips would be useful if any of you know how to.

Oh yeah, exams are over and we have 2 weeks worth of holiday, so WHEE! I can blog now. Sorry about the delay. My life's been pretty dull lately, so there's nothing to report. Cept this: ITS NOT TRUE

I need to finish Kingdom Hearts 2 also. I haven't played it for a month now *sniff*.

This is a short post with a big meaning.

Passion of Christ, which celebrates and upholds the believe of Jesus' giving his life to "save us all", was banned from the cinema.

The Da Vinci Code, which condemns the church, says that Jesus married Mary Magdalene(which is NOT a fact yet, you idiots. All are speculations), and other blasphemy against Christianity went pass through the Censorship just fine. In fact, its naked bare.

This country is a Muslim majority country ma, if Christianity was celebrated or praised, they might lose their 'status'. So, bring in the bashing!

Do you smell something? *sniff*

What's that? *sniff*

Ah, I know.

It's the smell of bias bullshits.

And gawd it stinks.

Tujuan: Mencari bahan yang mempengaruhi kadar tindak balas merajuk(2PmS) Luzzio dengan paling efektif.

Hipotesis: Kadar tindak balas Luzzio merajuk bergantung kepada orang yang berada di dalam denganya. Amanda lebih efektif.

Permboleh ubah : Dimalarkan            : Lelaki lelaki kacak.

                                Dimanipulasikan:  Orang yang digunakan.

                                 Bergerak Balas  : Bacaan penyukat PMS.

Bahan dan radas: Luzzio, tabung uji, Amanda, Sufern, Lelaki-lelaki kacak(pemangkin) dan penyukat PMS.

Cara kerja:

1)Seorang Luzzio disediakan. Takat PMS awal dicatatkan.

2)Luzzio diletakkan di dalam sebuah tabung uji, dan dikunci. Setitik Fern dimasukkan.

3)Selepas 3 minit, larutan lelaki-lelaki kacak dimasukkan. SuFern mula bertindak balas dengan lelaki-lelaki kacak lebih daripada Luzzio. Kenaikan PMS Luzzio dicatatkan.

4)Apabila Luzzio menghentam dinding tabung uji dan ingin keluar kerana merajuk(merajuk menunjukkan tindak balas telah berakhir), PMS dicatatkan.

5)Eksperimen diulangi dengang menggunakan Amanda.

6)Keputusan dijadualkan.

Perbincangan:

Didapati bahawa Amanda mempengaruhi kadar tindak balas merajuk(2PmS) dengan lebih efektif.

Lelaki lelaki kacak digunakan sebagai pemangkin untuk mempercepatkan eksperimen.

Awas: Jangan bergaul dengan Luzzio selepas eksperimen bagi beberapa jam kerana takat PMS yang tinggi adalah sangat bahaya.

Kesimpulan: Amanda menghasilkan tindak balas yang lebih cepat. Hipotesis diterima.

I took some pics of the camwhore addict Gundam Luz. This lil guy just LOVES the camera =)

Don't worry, peeps. He's living a happy life with me.

Anywho, my dad's given me an 02XDA IIi. If you don't know what that is, here're some pictures. It's a PDA+Handphone.

It's got a 533MhZ proccesor unit, 1.3mgpx camera, 64mb internal memory(and there's a 128mb stick in it). It's an old model though, so there's no 3G capability. Not like I can afford the 3G lifestyle -.-

The cool part is that I can surf the net via wireless. My router's got a wifi, so this little PDA can surf the web just as fast as any computer(if you dont count loading). MSN, gmail, reading manga... woot =)

The downside is the battery life. I still can't find out the reason why it consumes 5% of its battery just one hour aftr recharging. I tried taking Colin's advice and set the backscreen light a little lower. It's got no HDD and stores data on ROM. So if the battery dies...poof. Everything's gone.

Whee! The best part is that I can switch between my E398 AND XDA IIi depending on the situation. Let's say I'm going far away for a holiday, or outstation, I can bring the 02. But if im just going out with friends, the small E398 will be handy.

=) Been playing with the PDA since school finished and am starting my Mod maths revision at 10.30pm. Die lo.

Pic of the day:

Fern shows off HER bling.

Fern's coupled. My sister is coupled. Nab and Zak are coupled. Rent Kent is coupled. Even Zhang Rei and Colin are coupled(not with each other, obviously).

And hey, looky here, I'm still a bachelor.

It gets irritating when my friends are involved. They have no time for you, and the only thing that matters to them is each other, and no one else. I'm not pointing fingers, but more of stating a general fact. Don't take me in the wrong way, I'm not saying that they shouldnt spend time with each other, but...just to point out some stuff.

Whenever I'm with SuFern, Zak and Nabilah, I find myself as an outsider. Zak and Nab will be jiwanging all the time, and if Leon's not around, Fern will be squealing with Nab about how cute they both are, etc. Fern and Nab are best friends. Zak is the boyfriend. So where am I in the picture? I used to be best friends with Zak, tho now I think that statement is false.

I'm probably just a lampost. A tall one.

Fern said this once, "Whee! All my friends are getting coupled!"

I stood there quiet.

...how come I've got nobody? I try. I really try. Maybe I'm not good looking enough. Maybe I'm not as charming or funny like Boon Heng. Or perhaps as brave and witty as Zakwan?

Perhaps people always see me as someone who can be just a friend. Lai Wei Shiung. Not someone u can get involved with, but merely an aquaintance.

It's not like I'm DESPERATE to find someone. I just...I suppose I could say I want to know what it's like to have a friend/girl that I can always lean on when I'm down. Someone who I can feel comfortable around. Not the fat lard ass impression I have of myself whenever talking to someone.

I've been going after the same person for 4 years. She may not think much of me, but whenever she's near, my heart beats faster, my legs turn into jelly, and there's just an aura around her that tells me "That's the most beautiful person you'll ever see. The way she moves, the way she talks. Her laughter. Her smile. Just witnessing her presence is bliss. There is no explanation as to why you feel this way. There isn't a need for explanation."

How does it feel to be not even close to the most beautiful person you know? To understand that there's no chance at all between the two of you, that her world, and yours, are two different realms. It's not easy to accept it. But somehow I did. I do show her forms of affection once in awhile,  but I have no other intention than to just make her feel great. And at times, it does take its toll. I try to keep it inside. This emotion of sadness and how unfair life can be. I can't be as good as those that she likes.

I see myself living alone on in a wooden house above the green hills of New Zealand, growing old, and thinking about how life could've been sweet to have lived it with her.

Maybe there are people that are meant to just watch and admire the beautiful relationships and people that bloom around them. Maybe we were meant, created, to beautify others. The side characters of a story.

What is my place?

It's hard for me to even dream of being the main love of someone's life. Is there even a possibility?

Flowers of others are sprouting along the path I walk, and I can only sniff them as I pass.

I sure do miss her.

We are contantly told to study, study, study. A's are everything. Grades are everything. Quoting a remark written by some smart ass to the Star on a grade-importance debate:

"I am a straight A student. In my opinion, A's are everything. It shows the quality of a person that we are, and our capability."

Such a sad, sad, lifeless person.

Next to Disney Musical Scenes(Let's sing and dance!), it's people that do directly as their told that annoy me. I have a friend who said "If God told me to kill my mother, I would do it."

Blind faith in the guidance of others. I hear stories about a beautiful relationship broken up because the guy is a Christian but the girl is not, so the church group tells him to end it.

I hate being told what to do, or how to live my life.

I want a life of peace, where I don't have to be this succesful person just to please others. I'll be spending my entire life providing, and going through the same routine everyday, until I retire.

My life would be wasted away, because of the mold our community has.  Money, power, rank, and greed.

My only solace?

Photographs, literature, and friends.

Pic of the day:

They make us wear uniforms, to study and inherit a legacy which we had no say about.

Who agrees?

I am :  17, male, Chinese, and gay.

I want : To get out of secondary school life as soon as possible.

I wish :  That education was not so important in life, especially grades.

I hate : Restrictions and Governance.

I miss : My grandparents, Amanda Lee, and my best friends throughout my life that I no longer speak with.

I hear : The words of free speech.

I wonder : If I’ll ever marry.

I regret : Eating too much Maggi noodle when I was young, hence no recovering from an obese childhood.

I am not : Boon Heng, Colin, Zakwan, Ben, Nima, Saufi, or any other boy in my class. I am my own person.

I dance :  naked to any mp3’s my computer is playing.

I sing : (Refer to top)

I cry : Because I feel like it

I am not always : Critical, contrary to my blog.

I make with my hands :  Paper planes to throw at annoying people sitting infront of me in class.

I write : In my blog, to school magazine(if lucky).

I confuse : between an ovum and an ovul.

I submitted this into Gemala. Wrote it about 2 months back.

The road seems so long.

The first day I met you, I was not sure if it was just me, or if someone had really injected drugs into my veins from behind. The day at the carnival seemed so short. I caught my first glimpse of you when queuing up for a ride. For that moment, the sounds of the roller coaster seemed to fade off, and everyone around me disappeared except you.

Hello there stranger? Are you lost too?

It took me more courage than I thought I had to introduce myself. You smiled shyly, not knowing who this boy standing in front of you was, or the special place he'd take in your heart forever. I remember how your friends giggled from behind, enjoying a romantic scene. But I didn't care what they thought, because at that moment, all I hoped was for you to acknowledge my existence.

Maybe if we walk together, we'll find where this road leads to.

Remember our first date at the movies? Ah…I shed a tear of joy each time I do. You held on to my shoulder tightly as we watched the horror flick, too afraid to watch the ghost appear. When you found out that I had my eyes closed all through the show, you wouldn't stop laughing all the way back as I drove you home. It was only when a little kiss was planted on your cheek in front of the door that you hushed, and your face turned bright red.

On the day we married, I was the happiest man on earth. There were probably no angels singing, or little white doves flying above the church as we walked out as man and wife. But I was happy, because seeing you smile and thinking that you were mine forever seemed too good to be true. And it was.

Braving the odds, we journeyed together hand in hand. Your shoulder was my strength, and your heart was my hope.

When we moved into our new home, you happily dragged me to every room, pointing out every detail of how you wanted it furnished. The room for the children that we would have must have its walls painted bright blue, with stars and planets drawn on it so that he or she would not be afraid of the dark during the night. The wall in our bedroom that blocked us from the rising sun to was to have a sliding glass door so that we could greet the new day together every morning. I laughed at how you thought our house could be turned into a romantic haven, and you pouted the entire day until I agreed to work on it immediately.

The road is uncertain. But as long as you are with me, my friend, I know that all will be alright.

On the day you passed away, I could not bring myself to accept the fact. I wanted to hit the young boy who drove without a license till he bled, so that he could feel the pain you felt. But as he kneeled on the floor in tears and begged for forgiveness, I could not bring myself to it. Dropping to my knees, I cried too. The memories of you filled my head, each one bringing another drop of tear to the pool beneath me. You were so young, and there was so much in life that awaited the both of us.

Why am I alone? I look back at the road, hoping to see you, as if you've merely tripped and was left behind, but got back on your feet and caught up with me again.

The world seemed black and lifeless. Little care had I left for anything, and only the thought of you kept me going. I visited every place in the world that reminded me of you, from where we first met at the carnival, to the city where we had our honeymoon. I cursed fate for taking you away from me, yet once again cried for it was also fate that brought us together. Was this some game that it played, bringing us with hopes to journey through life hand in hand, yet so easily breaking us apart with death?

I fall to the ground, the road's sharp slates cutting into my skin. There is nobody to pick me up again. For you are gone. And still, the road seems so long.

As I sit on our bed one day, looking through photographs of us, our little son puts his head on my lap, and says he misses you. I hug him tightly, and told him that I felt the same. Fate has denied him the love of his mother as he grew up, so I swore to myself never to let him or you down. But whenever I waited in the car to pick him up from school, or when I sat down during his wedding, I'd imagine that you were with me by my side, wearing the smile I'll never forget. Maybe you really were.

I get on my feet again, every inch raised from the ground powered by the memory and love I had with you. Still in my heart, you were with me. I dared the road once again.

Our son is by my side as I lie on the same bed we slept on. With him is his life's partner, and a little story which he and her have to write, just like we did. They are crying, but I can only help but smile. It's been so long, but I'm about to see you again.

Hey there... I believe we've met?

I finally close my eyes, with the image of our son and grandchild forever embedded into my soul. I can also see you standing beside them, smiling. Everything feels so light...

And here I am again, in an uncertain road, stretching endlessly. I can't see where it leads to, and feel afraid to retake this journey. Then I feel someone holding my hand, saying:

Let's see where it goes...

The school was crazy enough to have an assembly this morning. Over a hundred pure science students were pouring over Biology textbooks because the paper was due first. And you could guess how our reactions were.

Apparently there was an 'important' announcement. Yet again, another speech on raising school funds. They're thinking of revamping the entire school look, and are bringing in a 'so called' architect designer to plan a new theme for the school. Please be Turqoisue and White. *crosses fingers*. I can't stand the pink walls any longer.

Now, regarding the Ceriathon...wait. What's a ceriathon? I know what a Marathon is...but what's a ceriathon? Do we gather all the students in one place and see who can smile the longest? Or see who can be the nicest?

Whatever it is, we're supposed to raise funds for this 'Ceriathon'. Each person is to have a minimal of RM50 collected. And seriously, wtf? With exams and all, I'm sure they know we're busy. Oh wait, now I see their plan. "Ask the parents.". Geez.

I think the last time I went around collecting money for this sorta thing was back in Std 4. Ian Kok and I went around the neighborhood collecting cash for some jogathon we never took part in. We'd only ring the doorbells of houses that looked like it had well to do people(e.g. Auto gates, nice cars, fresh paint, etc). And...the sad part was that we split it 60-40. I got 40, of course. Oh, woe is me.

Our beloved Headmistress seems to be very edgy these days. There hasn't been once ever since the beginning of this year that whenever she spoke during assembly, she wouldnt scold us. I'd say menopause, but I think she went pass that phase along time ago. =( I miss the days when she's be sweet and caring, picking up rubbish when she sees them, or reciting english quotes(which I REALLY listen to) after every speech she makes. Now, she just PMSes all over us. Sigh.

And the majority of Form4 boys shouting, screaming, and clapping at every single thing like a bunch of handicaps doesn't do much good to the situation either. I was rather sleepy during today's assembly, but if I heard correctly, this was our Headmistress's last sentence:

Our school motto is..."TO HELL WITH THE MOTTO".

Geez.

Pic of the day:

Remember my new pencil box? Yeah, well, it's serving me REALLY nicely now, especially since you can never have enough space for stuff. Since the zippers were abit small, I attached some bling-bling to it.

The lower pouch(where I put stationery) has the Griever symbol.

This is my second blingbling. It's a metal carved with the word "Snake", following my chinese birth star. Sadly, half of it came out, so now all it means is worm. Bleh.

SOMEBODY HELP ME! I NEED A NEW BLING BLING! :'(

Edit: Click here if you don't know what a bling bling is.

More random shots!

Probably THE funniest imitation item, ever. Stereo. BWAHAHAHAAAHAHH!!!

Twist, lick, phunk!

Poh Nee skips MassCom and starts her own design label.

Angel the VERY FURRY is now Angel the not so furry. We sent the little bitch for a fur cut yesterday. She's so thinnnnnnn...

I told my mom she now looks like Sean Connery.

Many thanks to Vienna for writing me a birthday testimonial on Friendster. I'm surprised she even bothered since we didnt keep in touch for nearly a year =p Thanks anyway.

And last but definitely not least:

Many hugs, kisses, anals and etc to Fern, Nab and Zak! I love it! Strike Freedom~! And also, credits to Ooi Hong for helping me assemble it =p

Heh.