I'm off to Carrefour to shop for stuff that will be needed for Amanda's farewell party tonight. Probably wont be blogging about till Monday, because of having to do some tedious work for my sister. Bah. I'll just try... nyways, just some eye candy of SMKSU's sexiest people, the infamous dotA clan, NPSP!
Numerously-Psychotic-Sexy-People.
Our original name was CheEz. But we couldn't find any good words for the abbreviation and decided on NpSp.
Yesh. Me the fat tall guy. Yesh. Very fat indeed.
Zakhren-Aaron-Harvey-Marcus-Rooben-Siang Chi and Sean.
NpSp...the sexiest people in SMKSU.
p/s: note to all SMKSU bloggers. Zakhren is working on making a banner for all of you. If you're an SUian AND you have a blog, please do put ths SMKSU Blogosphere banner at the side of your page =) Coming soon.
The world's cutest website(turn off my music before opening this link):Sven.com
Was there a time you wished all that had happened in the past few years never did?
That you could turn back time its self, and undo your mistakes, or prevent a calamity.
If u were given the chance, would you take it? Would you risk everything, just to correct a mistake made long ago…every night haunting your dreams, filled with regret.
I’ve faced problems…a lot of them. My family is happy and content, but my school life isn’t. Everyday, I’m reminded of all the things I’ve done wrong. All the things I could’ve done better and fix a path to a much stronger base, to be cooler, to be fitter, to be smarter, to be friendlier.
I’ve many regrets. Yet isn’t that part of life?
Before I start, I’d like to say my perspective of life is solely my own. So Christians, keep your ruddy believes to yourself. I have my right.
To live a perfect life without problems, to have fortune and fame spoon fed into your mouth, with luck always by your side, and the decisions that you make always right…now THAT, I would say…is an imperfect life. Not even a worthy one, in fact.
To me, I believe, every person’s journey in life is a story. A book with many chapters, pages, and sentences. What is the book? And where do you read it from? Simple. The person itself, is a book. It may not be as simple to read a person’s story as opening a thick covered copy from MPH, but its much more interesting. Talk to a person, and hear their life story. One of my favorite ‘books’, would me my grandparents. When I was young, I’d listen everyday to my grandmother’s story of how she survived the Japanese war, and the horror she saw. From meeting my grandfather, to how she kept calling the hospital every minute on the day I was born.
And how do you become a character in his or her story? You befriend them. Look at my story, and you’ll see that the main characters are diverse, and interesting, with their own story to tell, yet build mine. You’d see many times of me mentioning Amanda, Zakhren, Derek, Fern, Ooi Hong, and others. These people make my story complete. Without them, I’d be the only character. All alone. Nothing.
Back to being able to turn back time. If I had the chance, the most I would change is the fact that may I’d not eat so much, and was less moody. But I wouldn’t change my path of meeting Amanda, or failing to get a post in LEO recently. These things, no matter how much I regret, I will not change. And why? Because no matter how painful the memories are, and how much my heart bleeds with every reminder of it…that’s just what it is: Memories. It's what makes me, me.
Memories, whether painful or happy, are important. I don’t know how to describe it, but I treasure every moment of hard times, and more the sweet. It’s from this, that I learn. Like I said…a life without regrets and hardship, where all is spoon fed, is a life not worth living. No one in this world would ever be say that there hasn’t been a time in their lives they felt real pain. Would the happiest person in the world say they did not have a moment that they regretted? No.
The past 4 years have meant a lot to me. From form 1, being bullied, I became stronger. From knowing that I had feelings for her, I expressed it. From there, I learnt how not to contain my feelings. I made friends. For once, real friends. Those that are actually by my side.
I learnt that the world is not perfect. There are people out there who are inconsiderate beyond reason, while also people who were caring and kind beyond reason.
Amanda’s last day of school in Malaysia ended today at 12.30pm. At that moment, a chapter in my story, amidst many more to come, had closed.
We’re about to reach the end of this chapter. Come 21st August, it ends, and a new one enfolds.
And if one day, when maybe I am no longer in touch with Zakhren or Fern, I’d have these stories to alway look back at.
Life’s a story. One we write. One we share.
And in others, we’re the characters that make their story complete
Cute leh? I love Angel for being so cute! She's been cute ever since the first time we saw her enter this world in a soft brown liquid pouch from her mom...but...today...something happened. My mom...sent her to the groomers...and THIS! THIS HAPPENED!!!
OMG what happened to my cute angeL???
OMG Angel what did they do to you??? Nvm I'll still love you! *sob*
This is an outrage!
Anyway, I'll be a Boon Heng today and post about the things I bought.
As you all know, I'm a die hard BodyGlove buyer, even tho my supportive friends always give comments like
Xiao: it's so old.
Amelia: you see it everywhere la...
Fern: Shopping isn't just about bodyglove...
Sigh. It's alright. Because I know, that shopping is like loving. If u love the same girl for a very long time without looking at other girls, they will start to grow on you. Same goes for shopping.
I dropped by Sunway Pyramid today for some clothes I'd be wearing to Amanda's farewell party. Showed them my now-not-so-rare privilege card and bought these beauties.
Xiao, this is what I ment by fuzzy looking belt. Nice leh? Of course, many people say that I have a terrible taste in pants...I once bought a pair of pants that had blackboard duster marks all over it for design, at RM100. My friends hated it. Sigh... moving on:
It reminds me so much of Coca-Cola, and I needed ANOTHER black shirt...
This brown shirt is a real beaut. I'm stuck in between wearing one of them...the black or the brown?
Apparently this is the most famous chick in the chinese internet society.
BootyLicious ME!
Ha! You think I not have rap! I am rap star! Thank You to all my fans who adore me and set up websites. More than 2-thousand fan sites just for ME! You know I am great!
Look at THIS ONE!
And SPECIAL Thank-to SEVEN CASTLES
I SO NICE THEY LOVE ME TWICE!
Thank you: Seven Castles!
Thank you: Seven Castles!
And just when you thought her english couldn't get anymore ridiculous(not as much as her ego), there's more:
I So Sweet
I SO Sweet!
Men, please do not look at this picture
unless you are sitting down.
I do not want anyone to get hurt
so take it easy.
I SO SWEET!
I cannot believe myself!
So pretty!
You believe it!
I learnt about this self proclaimed beauty from www.kennysia.com, and couldn't stop laughing at how silly she was. I won't say she's a bitch, or ugly(which she is), but heck, what a desperate attempt for attention!
The strange thing is, she gets daily hits for her blog in THOUSANDS. Are men in china so desperate? HmmMmmm???
Good Morning!
Imagine before the sun, you are walking and find me, waiting here for you, looking for something more gentle to sit on, before the sun.
In your life you cannot find one as lovely as me. Men have fainted at the sight of me. I cannot stop to pick them up or I would be late. Bye-Bye! .
Alot of people out there are now blogging and flaming about her...at first, I wondered why. She's not exactly hurting anybody...but...she's trying to piggy back on other blogs' fame by picking fights. Mistaking SPG's naked picture for XiaXue, she delibarately posted it to defame her. That's when I labeled her as 'attention desperate fuglo"
Love Me, Love You
I am your Spice, I will ride my bicycle to your heart. Look at my breasts. Look at my face. When you are with your lover next time, Close Your Eyes. Pretend it isME. Pretend I am there with you and that lover. At her moment you withdraw and enter ME. Remember my beautiful face.
It was something that I never expected, yet hoped.
To put aside your feelings, just for that person you love so much. And for her to smile, that itself is bliss.
To put away your own feelings, and do what is right. And do watch from afar, how she smiles again.
That is bliss.
You know who you are, and I thank you for it.
Life is One Sided.
January 5th, 2019:
The heating system in our house broke down today. I called up the repairmen, but they're still in the holiday mood, and didnt even accept my offer of 500 extra. Thanks to that, I'm wrapped up in 4 layers of blanket while in front of my desk, signing agreements on the book deal and blogging, my teeth chattering away and feet turning numb. Fucking idiots.
Wife's out to do some shopping, but I think getting some heating from other places was her ulterior motive. Dammnit, now I don't even have anyone to snuggle up with. Wine's been a fine good friend to me, but there's a limit to just how much warmth it can provide.
I was going through our cupboard, looking for some extra thick wool blankets when I came across a peculiar brown box. It was familiar enough for me to remember in a split second what it was.
These were my private diary letters from The 4th War. Back when Malaysia was still habitable. It brought me painful memories of how we suffered, and all our dreams of the future taken away by the cold iron hand called war. It was luck that I had managed to get into aid by England, and make it safely here, where I met new friends, and even fellow Malaysians who survived the war.
It's been 10 years since I last thought about my homeland. Searching up the internet for any information I could find about it, I stumbled upon an interesting forum. There's been a report that the toxic levels from Post Neucler explosions in the country are finally subsiding. It was safe enough to visit, though very high in polution. Many people were planning expeditions there, and I came across a thread in the midst of planning one. We leave in 2 weeks.
"The only vagina a Star-Wars geek will ever see in his life is his mom's"
- Triumph the Critic Dog.
I laugh everytime I remember that quote. I love science fiction movies, and I also enjoy reading. The novels that I like aren't like those Encyclopedia-thick books that Siew Li brings to class for show(-off), but rather pages below 1000 but still much more interesting. I love fictions, like chick romance, fantasy, and most of all sci-fi. Does that make me a Super Geek? Hmmm..., well anyway, I've finally finished reading my Star Wars Republic Commando : HARD CONTACT, and am ready to write a review on it.
I love this book. For only RM32.90 at MPH, it's damn worth the cash.
The story takes right after Episode II: Attack Of The Clones. It revolves around 4 special clone commando's and a padawan Jedi called Etain. The commando's (Niner, Fi, Atin and Darman) are only 10 years old each, but with accalerated growth look like young 20's. Niner, Fi, Atin and Darman are all sole survivors of their previous Squads. Each with the haunt of losing all their brothers(they have trained with them since they were born) and being the only survivor, the Kaminoians placed these 4 together to form the OMEGA squad.
Niner is their serious leader. Fi is a joke cracking ass who's inconsiderate at times, and Atin's a very silent bad-ass commando. He's hobby is collecting scars, rejecting bacta spray so that the scar will remain. The fourth commando is Darman, but I'll talk about him later.
On a flight mission in the farm planet Qiilura to stop a deadly nanovirus project, their ship was shot down. Fi and Atin jumped out first, but Niner stayed back on the ship while it was crashing, barking orders at Darman to abandon the equipment and bail out. Darman refused, saying the equipment was vital for their mission. He pushed Niner out of the cock pit first and heard one last profanity from Niner untul he was out of sight. After getting all the equipment he could hold, Darman jumped out of the ship just in time, and blacked out. Here's where our story begins.
I liked this book so much was because it revealed so much of the enclosed world of the Clones which Lucas did not show in the movies. Sure, they have cool armor and equipment, but we don't really know how they're bred, trained, and feel, do we? This book does it all.
My favourite part is when Darman first meets up with Etain. He was fascinated by his first encounter with a female human, and the description of it was just amazing. Taking a paragraph from the book:
Etain leaned closer. "Clones?" Darman nodded. "I'm a clone. The whole Grand Army is composed of clones, millions of us, all commanded by Jedi Generals."
Her face was a study of blank surprise. It was also fascinating in a way he could'nt define. He had never seen a human female this close. This real. He was astonished by the dappling of small brown dots across the bridge of her nose and cheeks, and the different strands of colors in her long, unkempt hair- light browns, golds, even reds. And she was as thin as the locals. He could see blue veins at the back of her hands, and she smelled different from anyone he's even shared space with. He wasn't sure if she was pretty or downright ugly. He just knew she was utterly alien and utterly fascinating.
A clone's life is sad. From the day they were born from their fake woumbs, they had to go through hazardous training every second of their lives. Most died before they even reached the battlefield. A clone who was tested for a non 20/20 vision was never seen again. A clone who missed more than 2 shots on target practice was never seen again. A clone who asked questions was never seen again. It's a sad life. And they're bred to die. Bred to kill. And bred to live for only 20 years. They die by two ways: Killed in battle, or killed by their masters once old and weak.
Definitely a fascinating book to read. I finished it in about 3 days. 300 pages long, small fonts.
Go get it.
Another one you should read is The Hobbit. If LOTR is too long and draggy for your tastes, this is probably a better read.
I also like reading true novels written by ex-US soldiers from the frontlines. They tell how these things are done the dirty way.
On a totally different note, a Christian friend of mine has said that the way their religion is spreading its influence on the youth these days are through the young media like rock bands and stuff.
"Jesus is cool, dawg." - Hip hop Christian friend of mine
Bands like Planet Shakers are a perfect way of reaching out to the youngsters. I'm not a christian, but I must say their songs are quite good. Cut the lyrics, but the melody is just nice. Sentimental. I think that their geniuses. Keep up with the times, if you wanna stay in the game.
What's next, rapper priests?
Or rapper gangsta buddhist monks.
"Yo dawg. Amitaba your shawty(gf) outta my sight. I'm still a virgin, ya see? No need no dirty temptations. I need tuh keep muh street cred in favuh with them celestial beings from above if i wanna be high high up. And I don't mean drugs, dawg. Amitaba, players."
6.09am:Strange. This isn't something I usually do. But I've been reading the Star Wars novel I just bought last night all the way will 6am(it's really interesting. Might write a review on it soon. Maybe later in the afternoon.)so I cant exactly go to sleep now. I mean, why waste a perfectly good time to blog? I remember during the end year holidays of 2004, I never slept and would play the PC all the way till 5am, in which I'd then start blogging the day's entry. Then maybe an hours nap in the afternoon, and back to more activities for me.
That would explain the dark shadows under my eyes.
Did a silly quiz(as shown above) from MYC's blog for sheer entertainment. Decided to post the results...something very rare of me. Alright, I think I'll hit the showers now. Dreadful Sunday has started. I hate Sundays.
9:46pm:
HATE HATE HATE SUNDAYS. SCHOOL TOMORROW. BAH.
Nothing to blog about, and i can't write a rewview on the book yet as I'm still reading it. Some people have taken to using my blog to advertise their stuff. No, not spammers, just friends. Like Zak(points to my tagboard) with his new handphone. Those with his number please send an sms to him because he lost all his contacts.
Next up, Aaron Yap is selling second-hand handphones. If you're interested, please contact him at steo_862@hotmail.com. His moto is "cheap, cheap, veli the cheap."
Sean Lee is also selling any anime you want. Here's how it works. 8 episodes into one cd, for the price of only RM20. He's motto is "Sick of buying stupid quality's from 'original' shops? Tired of the lagg from downloading? Don't waste your bandwith! Call me NOW!" you can contact him at seanlee371@hotmail.com.
As for those that are voming for Amanda's party, please note that u should pass RM10 to Zakwan as a contribution to funds for the party. And those that are helping out with the potluck section, PLEASE make sure you cook it! Party starts at 7pm at saufi's house.
Hmm...maybe I should open up a classified's section. =/
I hate blogging in Saturdays. I just hate it. But...there're pics to be shared, and things to be said, so even after a mind numbing 4 hours at the the SS15 Cyber Cafe's, I'm back home, and back in front of a computer. Again.
Yesterday was the YE party for the Japanese students. It was held at June's new house in Ara Damansara. Really nice house and beautiful place. Zak's bro Shah was able to fetch us there, though we were a little lost most of the way. I wonder if he made it home after droppping us off...
June brought us into the kitchen, where the Japanese students were making Japanese rice. =)
They don't speak much english. In fact, not at all. It was hard communicating with them, but we used hand signals and single simple words like 'food' and 'vegetarian'.
Heh.
The only Jap guy. I couldnt help but notice that he had eye liner on.
Malaysians. Jia Jun damn cute hor?
Dont ask. He's just damn huggable.
June's dog Spots.
It's just adorable! I had to keep playing with it.
The Japanese rice the girls were making.
Very tasty! Itaka-timas!
I wonder what's with the "PEACE" sign.
In Rome, do as the Romans do. Peace.
AwWwwWWw....it's only 3 months old.
Zakhren. hmm...what's he up to now?
Vanilla Sabrina.
Sorry. Making it a fast entry. So I can't say much...many reasons.
I'm part of the organizers for Amanda's farewell party. There're phone calls coming from Zakwan about our budget, and essay sms's from manda's mom asking how things are going, an I have to make sure that the people who are contributing food for that night actually do it.
It was rather hurting when Saufi told me Khe Chun and some of the chinese girls didn not like me being around. So...I guess I've ran out of people to talk to...and decided to just spill out a little.
Basically, most of the chinese people in my class don't like me. I'm sorry if I cant be as entertaining as Boon Heng, Nima, or any other guy in our class. I'm sorry if I cant be as joyful as you guys, because i dont seem to be liked by you guys, and that just makes me sad and lonely.
I'm sorry if I sit by myself at times and cry, because there are times when I feel so distant from you all that I can't bear it anymore.
I have feelings. And if you're not going to care, at least please let me have a small moment to leak out a few tears.
I wished to be back in form 3. There, at least I could mix around with people. But I cant in this class. Colin ben and boon are just one trio and move away when I try to be near. She just doesnt want anything to do with me. The chinese girls think I'm not as entertaining as the others, and dont bother about me. They even dislike me.
I'm so depressed. I've tried to mix along, but it doesnt seem that I can fit in with them.
I hate myself. I hate myself for liking her so much. I hate myself for being so emotional and angry at the slightest thing. I hate being lame. I hate losing my post in LEO to some form 3 girl out of nowhere. I hate it now that I'm no longer very involved in the club. I hate it that they didn't even consider me when Jonathan quit his post. I hate it that I myself know Boon Heng is a darn nice fellow who's friendly and joyful, everything I'm not. I hate it that because of this, I'm afraid of him too. I hate it that I can't put the fact of him being close to Amanda aside and be friends with him normally. I hate the fact that Amanda's such a nice person, and everyone seems to be able to get near her, except me who would get nervous and scared when she talks to me. I hate the fact that I stammer so much when its just one sentence that i have to say to her. I hate it that I'm so mesmerized by the way she looks when waiting for me to finish my stupid sentence. I hate the fact that she's so beautiful.
I hate it. I'm giving people advices and help at times, yet when it seems im down, there are very few around.
Loneliness isn't bliss. It's torture, and my heart is breaking.
