Wednesday, November 30, 2005

| dont die abby!!

It all started when I noticed I had a God Shaped Hole in my tiny little heart. In truth, I was only searching for Life, Love and Other Mysteries. Sure it's a shock. I guess I'll just have to Keep The Candle Burning. But I need not worry. After all, His Eye Is On The Sparrow and He's always watching over me. Cool huh? Hehe~ But in all seriousness, He is my Only Hope to seeing the clear Blue Skies. But oh Quando Quando will the day come where Love Will Find A Way? For God Bless The Broken Road I walk upon that led me to you.

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Yes, for we are friends and Friends Are Friends Forever and we stand in the midst of the multitude like a Candle In The Wind waiting for One Sweet Day where Helena will be accepted. I'll Try, for Better Than I, I Wish For You a hot Fever that would set your soul on fire. So, together We Are One. I'm not trying to joke cause This Is Your Life and all I'm asking is that you will Look Through My Eyes and see that I do care. Is Something There? Something At The Beginning of A Moment Like This? I dunno.. I'm so lost. I need to know Where Are You Now? Please stop this torture and Let Me Let Go to come to you. To come to place where It's All Coming Back To Me Now. Oh, how long to go To Where You Are. To the place and time When She Loved Me. Yes.. lets go back to then.

Saturday, November 26, 2005

| knowing is as fun as walking it

When the Path Of Neo ends, a new Fable is made. In short, I'm done with the Path Of Neo game. Yea. And now I'm into Fable ; The Lost Chapters. Cool~

Here's a kind review of the game Path Of Neo. *ahem*
Memorable scenes and easy combos that produces cool moves. Corny at many a times (which is quite funny to me). Fighting dozens of Agent Smiths never seemed so satisfying. Slightly different storyline and lousy ending - real lousy.

The path of The One is a dangerous and deceiveful one.
Pain and healing, love and hatred, emotions
that governs the flow and ebb of a sound mind.

And now, back to my FYP project. *sigh*

Thursday, November 24, 2005

| smiling




Smiling is a good form of staying young - that's a known fact. After all, it takes more muscles to frown than to smile, therefore the more we frown, the stronger our frown muscles get. Cool huh?

The people reader. I wonder if it's possible to just read a person just like how you read a book or novel. Can you roughly tell a person's character, his past, or anything by just talking to the person? To tell a person's character would be a wrong way to put it. Think of it as getting to know a person better, in a complex sense.

I like to ask questions about people. I like throwing questions after questions in a search to get to know the person better. Strategically planned or totally random, questions are, in the end still questions. Breaking down barriers and walls that people naturally built around them by asking series of inconspicuous question that would somehow 'direct' them to a certain way, eventually giving out answers that I want to know.

The above are all crap paragraphs, thank you.

Sometimes people don't always appear the way they are. In a way they may look sad and all but it is actually the other way around. Sometimes they may flash a smile on their face but deep down, their hurting bad. It all boils down to the individuals themselves. Some are very good at expressing their feelings and their moods. Many of them are labeled 'emo' or 'small-gas'. Some aren't as good as to show their real feelings or tell what they really think. Others however, choose to suppress their feelings and depression, wearing that smile that you see everyday. For all you know, that cheerful person next to you has a lot to cry about.

I smile a lot. I like to smile because smiling makes me look young. Now I may sound like a spastic jackass talking like that but I wonder how much I can suppress in me. I wonder how much can I handle before I'll blow up at an unwitting victim or burst an artery in my brain causing a devastating stroke. I wonder why I smile..

Sunday, November 20, 2005

| where the wind takes you

Dad's back for the weekend. It's his first week over there and it looks like he'll be okay after all. I'm glad he's back and all but there's a slight mini-disappointment lurking in me. So here's the scenario; I've planned what I was gonna do for the whole week and the weekend. Two days later dad called and said he coming back on Saturday evening. My heart was delighted yet at the same time discontented. It's sort of like a mixed emotion with more delight and less discontent, get it? Oh well, guess life's like that.

good post bro

Had late lunch with GerX today due to the dumb reason that I woke up late, missing the CADP sports carnival that gives a free 2 points for every subject this semester *sigh* and didn't go for my discussion with my FYP comrades that was to be discussed during the carnival. Guess my tiredness has grown to a new level. Usually, I would be awaken by any alarm-like noise, ranging from ring tones to the ever pesky beeps. But these days I can be so tired as to sleep through those alarm like today. Scary.

lets make this a great noc

I dunno why I've been having this tense feeling on my shoulders since the week started. And the Dare You To Move by Switchfoot song, "the tension is here.. the tension is here.." doesn't give much help either. But seriously, it's beginning to bother me a great deal. For crying out loud like-a-baby-with-his-finger-stuck-in-a-meat-grinder, it's only the first week! So what's up with this feeling?! Is there someone who would give me a shoulder without me asking? *sigh* I need one badly.

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tension sia..

note : tension could've been caused during process of getting this all-wind-suite during mah jong session with family

Saturday, November 19, 2005

| by the end of your first week

"So how's the first week?", my mom asked abruptly. Without putting much thought into it, I said my usual (and useful) "Okay lorr I guess,". She smiles. I smiled back. She smiles back again. *silence*

Jason posted an interesting question indeed.


It's 3.26am now and after reflecting back, yea~ it's been a tiring week. Quite unusual to hear that after the first week of the sem. Most people would be still carefree, skipping around like a 6 year-old on ropes, but I guess this IS a short semester after all. So feeling tired from the first week shouldn't strike surprising.

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should've followed the dude sleeping behind me

Class is boring as ever. Especially when you have subjects like Malaysian Studies hanging by your neck. All history no fakery. While sitting in such a class, one can only wonder what lies beneath the table of such lecturers who feels cursed to be lecturing such a subject. History is fun!! History is great!! Yea right. History IS history. Wahahahahah~ Looks like I'll be going to CF after all. ahaks~

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drinking their coffee will change your perception

Thursday evening. The rain was pouring down like a over-stressed man pissing by the river - it even smells like that. At the back of my mind I really wanted to enjoy the rain and sleep through it. Alas, who can say no to the first CG of the semester? Who? Tell me who?! Wore a black shirt (important), grab my keys and flew to EP fighting the wind and rain. True enough by the time I reached there, I was really, really soaking wet. But thank God I chose to come. Glas1 CG is known for food and fun. Well actually just food only but 'fun' comes as a side-dish with 'food'. So this time we went to Newton Food Court to munch down some food, EP's grub is getting rather stale, no? We ate and ate but were we satisfied? A definite NO. Went to some cool coffee shoppe at Jonker. But this ain't no ordinary coffee shop. This place is known for its coffee from the 13 states of Malaysia. I ordered the wild Sabah coffee and sipped on it while we played the tension builder, Mafia. Sweet huh?

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the light creeps in

Alas, the week draws near to an end. Called dad frequently and encouraged him as much as I could. Hopefully it'll suffice. The good news is that he's coming back on Saturday 6pm. You know what that means kids? It's Mah Jong time! ahaks~ Brought GerX here to study since the library is getting rather over-packed and over-rated. Momma says that there's no better place to study than at home. To my surprise (not), she can cook quite an impressive curry egg-maggie mee. My meal however, though it looks disgusting in black and white, it does taste good *ahem* to me, atleast. Hey~! It's not everyday I cook maggie goreng for myself okay?

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black worms..

By night time, I went for NOC4 music team's first meeting to discuss the recommended songs and tried to narrowed them down. We have some cool tunes planned in this one really emo NOC4 script this year. Hopefully we can finalize it asap so that I can get into proper practice. There's nothing I wanna do than to play for the RIGHT person. It's all there is to it. After all, aren't all our gifts not our own but given?

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Nestea and a mini-disc is all we need

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

| continuation : except the CF of the sem

Woke up today with a massive hangover. Last night's double-dose of the obvious Black & White 2 and some spin-chilling F.E.A.R. action was almost a little too much than I could've handled. Note-to-self : No strategy and horror/action games before sleep. Thankfully, my trusty handphone alarm did its wonders and somehow, really somehow, I woke up. Yea~ Nothing beats the morning wake up call of the 2nd day of semester, and.. *suspense* THE FIRST CF OF THE SEM!! Now that's something anyone can look forward to.

I've already skipped two of my night classes yesterday to go for music practice and today, just to attend the grand first CF meeting of the semester. If I'm making it sounds as if it's a big hype, you're absolutely right - it IS a big hype. For crying out loud! It's the first CF of the lousy short semester! The only thing worth looking forward to in every semester - CF. Now that's what I call a good promo.

Now waking up with that kinda thought hanging in your mind can do wonders to your mood for the entire day. I mean, I wasn't even pissed when my bike's front tyre was flat when I was about to leave for my 10am class that's gonna start in about 10 minutes. Was I angry? Noooo.. Was I frustrated? Noooo.. No indiano.. Noooo.. In fact, I had the guts enough faith to just pump air and rode like a mad man casually to MMU and walk into the class with a big, wide smile.

And if you think that was weird, as I walked to my bike after 4 hours of lecture, the front tyre was flat, again! But was I pissed? Of course not! No flat tyre's gonna ruin my mood. After all, I'm Mr. Brightside. ahaks~ Took old faithful to Petronas and pump back the air, went back to my taman's regular motorshop and change not only the tube, but I decided to buy a new tyre. Even the dude was gracious in charging me only RM30. It pays to be a regular customer I tell ya.


Later that night..


I was the few first bunch of people gathered at the centre to practice for tonight's worship led by Julian. Songs on the list, Open The Eyes Of My Heart, Reflector, Eagle's Wings and another song who's title I've forgotten - I beg your forgiveness, oh ye precious readers. Do not stone poor ol' me. Soon, small groups of peeps, fellow CF'ers still dazed by the one month holiday started walking through the centre's tiny wooden door. 20 minutes later, the whole hall was almost pack. I was really encouraged to see all the CF'ers once again. It's like a huge family reunion. Now I know how Sepiroth felt during his 'Reunion'. ahaks~ Seriously, it was truly a blessing to play for God today. It felt good being immerse in His glorious presence. Can't wait to skip next week's Tuesday night class. ahaks~

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

| first days always sucks

I take my word back. I was excited about attending lectures yesterday but right now, I just wanna take a moment to realize how crappy uni life can be at times. Be it a dumb lecturer, lousy friends or seriously stressful personal life, the end word - it still sucks. Gah! What the hell am I talking about? Who am I to blame others? What happened to the grateful, up-lifting, self-motivation post I put up last night? What's wrong with me dammit? Is it always all me and my fault?
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blowing up


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sadly... yes

Monday, November 14, 2005

| so long and good night (holiday)

The end has come - the end of the holiday, I mean. Now would be an excellent time to check out the many blogs of MMU'ians and CF'ers whom, I'm predicting will be writing about their oh-how-lovely holiday. And everyone shouts 'cliché! cliché! Still, I'm hoping to read some really juicy post-holiday, erm.. posts on a few peep's blogs. I haven't really checked them out yet, but I'm guessing that Aaron will be writing about the blasting sounds from the recent Planet Shakers conference/concert while Mark and his all-powerful digicam will be displaying pics of chicks his exquisite holiday in Korea at Deric's crib *gasp!*. Deric on the other hand would most probably write about his horrible pro-gay incidents with Mark. Hmmm~

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work can be cold when you're in the cold room

Though I worked throughout most of my holiday, I did have a few good times with fellow friends and of course, my family. Yaya, worked sucked and those good times were really 'few' indeed. Sometimes I even wonder whether this holiday can even be considered a holiday to me.

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this ain't no vain pic mann

But some reprimanding from my inner-self I knew that my ungrateful nature was nothing more than a futile desire to want more. Despite growing up in a rather mediocre family I've always sought a better life, a more, well, comfortable life. That's what day-dreaming can do to you. Idle mind = devil's workshop.

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mah jong ass kicking dude

I'm thankful for this holiday. I'm thankful for the wonderful camp that kick-started the hols. I'm thankful for the job, though really crappy, it did provide me with some cash to last me the few next sems. I'm thankful for having a family to lean back with and play some cold hard mah jong. I'm especially thankful for time spent with someone who had a much better holiday than me - thought me gratefulness. Most of all, thank God for keeping me out of most trouble and kicking me ass when I didn't move. Yea~

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thanx for everything

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

| forest gump : shit happens

Working throughout the hols has its pros and cons. In exchange for not being able to do what I wanna do, I get an absurd amount of a month's worth of pay. Sounds like a great deal huh? Yea right~ If it wasn't for my ever-so-dry bank savings, I'd be chillin' in Hawaii, relaxing on a hammock, washing my eyes while sipping on some Bacardi lime. Get what I mean? Just chillin' - simple. Unfortunately, life isn't gonna wait around for me to daydream.

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So, when I do get to chill out with my friends, we ex-High School dudes really savor and take pleasure in every precious-sweaty moment we have with each other.. .. .. sounds wrong doesn't it? ahaks~ Nah, we ain't that sick. There has never been a time when I would return home from visiting my friends house without any harm. That hasn't change. Alas, while taking the time off my ever-busy schedule to go out visiting our friends who were celebrating their customary festivals, I injured my left foot. In reality, to say "injured my left foot" would be an understatement - his room cabinet fell on my foot. Yea, that waist-level cabinet fell precisely on top of my left foot. I was starting to think he didn't want me in his room. ahaks~ Sure it hurts but it isn't as bad as it seems.. or so I thought.

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the fearsome muay thai warrior

From now onwards, the word 'money' will be replaced with ka-chings. I've spent quite a hefty amount of ka-chings this holiday but I guess it's quite a norm to spend loads of ka-chings in the hols. After all, I'm banking in more than I'm spending - I hope. After going out with my friends last Saturday and Sunday, all that's left in my wallet was a 10 and 5 bucks note (scream : BROKE!!). Today while accompanying my dad out chauffeuring my dad around town to run some errands, I decided it was time to finally put that last 15 bucks of mine into good use. In spite of everything, ka-chings DO make the world spin in a frenzied headache.

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the thing that kept me company while waiting in the car

I took a quick stop at Malacca's own run-down-shopping-mall-Times-Square-wannabe, Senyum Super aka Super Smile. Up the escalator to the 1st floor to the right, the place where I can get my regular fix before I turn cold-turkey. Alas, all that was left in my wallet was..

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nothing!


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nah~ just kidding, i still have 5 bucks left. *yay~!*


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all that effort for something black and white - racist freaks

And I wondered where all my ka-chings has gone. Looks like it's gonna be quite a famished semester eh? *tightens belt* Luckily I still got extra ka-chings in my home-savings. As my mountain-top-meditating-guru dad would always say, "Son, never leave home without any ka-chings in your pocket."

personal note :
i think Wake Me Up When September Ends fits the Forest Gump movie

Monday, November 07, 2005

| when spanking is good for the kids




Remember how when we were young? Back then we were often refered to as 'little devils'. Well, when I was just a cute (and im still cute) little boy, grinning ear to ear as often as you can imagine, my dad use to call me siau kuei which means 'small ghost' or 'small demon' in chinese. My brother got no better - he was ta kuei aka 'big ghost'. Fitting no? But I assure you, now that we're all grown up and all, we're more like angels than devils. ahaks~

im stopping work this wednesday.. YAY!!

Was checking out my old pictures taken by my handphone and decided to repost a few of the *ahem* interesting ones. Enjoy ya?

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two days after i broke my lil' toe nail..


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..while coming out from shower

Friday, November 04, 2005

| work sucks



Wow.. I haven't been updating for quite some time already. Heck, I don't have much to update anyway. Have some sad news and well, some good news. Actually, there isn't any "good" news per-say but still, it's news.

Rumours of old family and friend, Trial the Big-Bad-Python-Thingie going to be sold to a cousin of the Liu family known only by his alias, Jimmy is confirmed true. Owner and PETA activist Aaron (Gaylord) Liu refused to comment and his father, Thomas (The Don) Liu, godfather and head of the Liu Family couldn't be reached by press as he sat calmly in his black 1969 Mercedes. It was said that youngest brother Andrew (WontdieonE) Liu was away on an important bodyguard mission, assuring the safety of anonymous GerX to The Terminal as she leaves for her hometown, Sleepy Hollow Town S-ban of the Ninth State.

In other news, the Liu Family has two new additions to their collection of the wild and weird exotic pets. Our reliable source, The Little Blue Bird was able to confirm a transaction between older brother Aaron (Gaylord) Liu and the exiled PETA member, Master-Bassist NZX. We have audio and photo evidence of Gaylord handing a clip of unknown amount of Euro currency to NZX. Police believes that the NZX was selling two Super-Hairy Tarantulas to Gaylord in exchange for the Golden Ticket to Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. Despite the photo evidence, Gaylord refused to comment and acknowledge it was him in the toilet with NZX that day.

Stay tune later for a special interview with WontdieonE as he comment on his covert-op mission in Nevada.


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We're back now at Studio XX Jalan Chengal 4 with Andrew (WontdieonE) Liu.

Anchorman : So, Mr WontdieonE, is it okay if I refer to you as Andrew? WontdieonE seems a little long to say though the words are concatenated together.

Andrew : No.

Anchorman : I see.. I heard you just came back from accompanying GerX to The Terminal. Were you able to ensure her safety 100%? The war on terror is on the rise even as we speak.

Andrew : Me is WontdieonE. WontdieonE protect sexy lady very well. No one go near sexy lady when me is near. Me slap your ass.

Anchorman : I'm sorry? Did you just say-

Andrew : Me slap your ass. Slap it hard. Like rock. Slap like rock.

Anchorman : Oookay.. Well, thank you fo-

Andrew : Gaylord will slap your ass too. He slap ass harder than me. All your ass belong to him. Gaylord slap your ass hard.

Anchorman : Enough with the a-

Andrew : Ooo yea. He will love you long time. You can do it! You can do it long time!

Anchorman : And that's it for tonight. SECURITY!!


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