Great, it's happening to me too...

Hey, hey, hey, I just did my Jalan Raya with my friends. My FIRST ever. I've never done it with my primary, secondary or poly friends before today. I just wish we could do this more often. And with more friends. I mean, 12 people are alright, but I'd like more. And I'm still hoping for that Yusoffian reunion, with everyone in our batch.

Yup, I'm going to take an indefinite break from blogging. I can't believe it took me this long to lose interest. But the real reason for the break...you can ask me personally.

Well, see ya when I see ya. Oh, and one more thing.....

HALF-LIFE 2 ROXORZ MY BOXORZ!1!!!11111!LOL!1!!!1

Seriously, Best...Game...Ever. Go play it.

Bye.

Hai, Selamat Hari Lebaran...

To all my friends, Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir & Batin, please forgive me for the sins I have done to you in the past, and the ones I will do to you in the future. :D

$80 duit raya only. Isn't the economy supposed to be rising?

11 hours to Half-Life 2. Can't bloody wait!

They say this wouldn't happen in our lifetime...

Aahhhh, 1 week. 1 week till gaming bliss. 1 week till I see the Gman. 1 week till I moon Alyx. 1 week till I get my crowbar. 1 week till Half-Life 2.

For now though, I wish I had an Xbox. Halo 2 is released today. Man, what the hype is that? It even gets its own roadshow in Orchard Road. I can't go of course, so I can't see if it is all that. Now, Half-Life fans and Halo fans are supposed to be enemies, kinda like Arsenal and Manchester United. But I liked the first Halo (liked but not loved) so if and when it comes to the PC, I will buy/illegally download it.

This week's Singapore Idol is the one I've waited for. Asian Pop. 3 Chinese songs, 1 Malay. Should be good.

Wow...

Islam's Faulty Foundation

I am not going to say anything, as usual, but I would love to hear your thoughts on this article.

November 2nd...

Today is a big day for 3 people. 2 of 'em are of course George W Bush and John Kerry. I've been doing some last minute reading on the elections before catching up on a comic strip called Doonesbury. It showed me to some links which are very much anti-Bush. I hope enough Americans read that, because those articles finally had me convinced that Bush has to go. From the debt he's built up, to the plans to kill off Social Security slowly, to his unforgivable Foreign Policy mistakes, they have made a hard-core member of the ABB. Anybody But Bush.

The 3rd person is my little sister, turning 17 years old today. Yo, Adik! You're becoming a young woman soon. Act like one! Seriously, to anybody reading this, go to my Adik's blog (in my Red Pills links) and tag your birthday wishes there please.

Finally, this is a cute cartoon, especially for this Half-Life fan.

Look at that...

Look at the timer to the left. That timer counts the days, hours, minutes and seconds until Nirvana, a.k.a Half-Life 2 is unleashed upon us. Putting that timer on my blog took a little Java programming know-how. Something I had oodles of, of course. I mean, with the genius I have in Java programming, it took me less than 10 minutes to code that timer in this blog.




























Oh, alright. I stole it from PlanetHalfLife.com. Happy? No? Alright, I'll make you happy! I'm not a genius Java programmer! In fact, I suck AND blow at it!

Still not happy? Whaddaya want me to do? Go to the middle of the Padang, strip naked, run around and sing "Negaraku"?

Here we go...

Erk. Yesterday was a painful day. Now I know how it feels like when you have a body temperature of 39 degrees Celsius. Not for the weak, I tell ya. Ooof. And for some reason, my dad has a fever too. I still think it was because of the burgers he bought a few days ago. Not that I don't want to eat Ramly burgers again (Best Burgers in the World) but maybe he should watch where he buys them, because hey, roadside stalls aren't exactly goldne examples of hygeine you know. Anyway, I feel tons better now, temperature dropping to 37.5. Glad that's over. Voice is still hoarse though. Mom allowed me not to fast today. I don't mind, I have no appetite anyway. Man, this fever really did a number on my head, it feels like I went a round with Mike Tyson on steroids. Last night, I thought my mom was Santa Claus. It was that bad.

Fever can give you strange dreams at night.

I'm a regular follower of award shows, I get all giggly when one comes around. Oscar for example, I wanted Return of the King to win. Boy, did it ever! And now, up comes the Asian Television Awards, saluting the best in Asian Television. I noticed one thing in the history of the ATA. In the Acting categories, to my knowledge, and memory, no Malay has ever been nominated. I'm not surprised of course, since in Drama, they tend to over-act or under-perform while in Comedy, most are just lame. Which is why I'm rubbing my eyes to see Aaron Aziz nominated for Best Drama Actor for his role in Heartlanders and Suhaimi Yusof nominated for Best Comedy Actor for his role in Living With Lydia. Aaron, I confess, deserves the nom. Not sure if he deserves to win. He'll be up against the usual Thai soap actors the ATA likes to favor. Still, he should be proud, being the only Singaporean drama actor nominated. Drama is Singapore telly's weak point (Masters of the Seas, Paradise) Suhaimi though. I never really liked him. Living With Lydia depended too much on slapstick and Suhaimi was one of the biggest offenders. And the fact that Lydia herself wasn't nominated shows that the judges consider Suhaimi the best performer in the show. What?!?! Regardless, he must have shown that extra something to be nominated and for that, I commend him. Better him than Gurmit Singh AGAIN! Here's the link.

Blogs are really catching on, aren't they? There even was programme dedicated to it the other day. Searching around, I found a site that featured the best Singapore Blogs of last year. Winner? You all may have heard of her. Xiaxue. Not sure whether I like it. I mean, look at all that PINK!!! But she does blog in her own unique and funny way. Being quite the looker (and I bet she's proud of being quite the looker) helps. Hmmm, you know, my blog already has a catchy name. I wonder if I submit it for award consideration......eh, maybe 2005.

Wendy, if you're reading this, which is beyond doubtful but if you are, know that I have become one of the gazillion people that have become inspired by you. And Jamie Yeo is sexy. Yes, maybe a little on the skinny side, but still sexy enough for my uncontrollable hormones.

Long post isn't it? Guess what they say is true: "Good writers must suffer like mad. The best die before they form a sentence." OK, I made that up.

It is awkward isn't it, eating baked potatoes in daytime during the fasting month? They're delicious, too bad I still feel like puking.

19 days until Valve and Vivdendi Universal Games unleash the heavenly gaming goodness that is Half-Life 2......

HA-CHOO!

It's not fair. The holidays I've waited so long for comes around and I get sick. A fever, a bad cough, the sniffles. This is really not my year, is it?

Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas

Look at that. I was so caught up in Half-Life 2 fever that I nearly forgot another game that I want to play is released today.

Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas

Since I don't have a PS2, I can't play it now. I can't play it anyway since the censors surely banned this in our fair country. (Gambling, gangs, prostitution, bad for nation building, you know) so when the PC version comes out next year, I'm going to either have to find a pirate CD shop or download it from the net. It'll take awhile, but from the looks of things, I'd say it will be worth it.

Go Gunners.....

So, Arsenal finally lost. To Man U too. Eh, we have to lose some day. But to Man U? Well, let's just consider this a wake-up call, shall we? After all, Arsenal did went one season where they lost only once before. But see, this is a measure of how I don't really care too much about soccer anymore. My most favourite team goes down, and I'm only indifferent to it. But I still will celebrate like it's 2099 once Man U goes bankrupt. Sooner or later, my friends. Sooner or later.....

Three...

They say good things come in threes. Here's a good example: Last Wednesday, three good things happened.

1) First, as I already mentioned, HALF-LIFE 2 IS OUT NOVEMBER 16TH! That's 2 days after Hari Raya. So it will be a very good week then.

2) My exams finished! Thus endeth the worst semester in any school that I have ever endured.

3) New Proton Wira my dad bought. Best damn car I've ever been in! Enough space for my big legs, comfy seats, and a CD player. Sound doesn't have that 'OOMPH' factor, but you can't have everything.

And now, I'm alone, typing this as my family goes to JB. I'd follow them, but I already did yesterday, and I am too bushed to follow them shopping again. Not like they would buy anything I want. And no, a new shirt and pair of shoes is something I need. There's a difference between want and need.

There, better stop here. Have to save the world (again) in Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell. (Highly Recommended.)

23 days to Half-Life 2...

GOLD!!!

HALF-LIFE 2 IS GOLD!!!!!!!!!
November 16th 2004 - The Countdown Begins!

VIVENDI UNIVERSAL GAMES ANNOUNCES PLANS TO LAUNCH THE MOST ANTICIPATED PC ACTION GAME OF 2004

Half-Life® 2 to Ship to Retail Outlets Globally This Holiday Season

LOS ANGELES (October 18, 2004) – Vivendi Universal Games (VU Games) today announced that Half-Life® ,2, the sequel to one of the most critically acclaimed PC titles in gaming history, will ship to retail outlets around the world in November. The Company confirmed that Half-Life 2, developed by Valve Software, has gone gold with a planned retail street date of November 16, 2004. The countdown to the highly anticipated retail street date has begun around the world, as VU Games completes plans to ship localized versions of Half-Life 2 simultaneously in English, French, Spanish, Italian, German, Traditional and Simplified Chinese, Korean, Thai and Japanese.

"Half-Life 2 has surpassed our expectations in every sense – its high-quality graphics, ground-breaking physics and immersive first-person shooter gameplay set a new standard for PC action games," said Bruce Hack, CEO of VU Games. "Half-Life 2 will go down as one of the best-selling PC titles, and we are thrilled to deliver this ground-breaking title to the worldwide gaming community this fall."

Hailed as "...the best game ever made" by PC Gamer, Half-Life 2 earned a top-rated review score of 98, the highest score bestowed by the magazine in more than six years. The game has received numerous accolades for its technical excellence, captivating story and addictive game play, including more than 10 awards and nominations at the 2004 Electronic Entertainment Expo. In addition to being named "Best PC Game" by 1up.com (Ziff Davis) and Gamespy.com, the title also received a "Technological Excellence on PC" award from IGN.com. CNNMoney.com stated that "Half-Life 2 will redefine what gamers expect from their games visually – and the gameplay is a lot of fun as well."

The global anticipation for Half-Life 2 has reached unprecedented heights, as consumers around the world mark their calendars to buy the game at retail on November 16th. The Half-Life 2 product will include Counter-Strike: Source. VU Games will also release a Half Life 2 Collector’s Edition that will include Half-Life 2 in DVD-ROM format, Counter-Strike: Source, Half-Life: Source, a free limited edition t-shirt, and a Half-Life 2 Prima strategy guide book.

The original Half-Life game was launched in 1998 under VU Games’ Sierra Entertainment publishing label. It earned more than 50 game-of-the-year awards and has been heralded as one of the best PC first-person shooter games of all-time.

About Half-Life® and Half-Life® 2
In 1998, Half-Life revolutionized the game industry with its combination of pounding action and continuous, immersive storytelling. Valve’s debut title was named "Best PC Game Ever" by PC Gamer and launched a franchise with more than eight million retails units sold worldwide. In 2004, Half-Life 2 will take the suspense, challenge and visceral charge of the original to new heights of realism and responsiveness. Half-Life 2 opens the door to a world where the player’s presence affects everything around him, from the physical environments to the behaviors – even the emotions – of both friends and enemies. The player again picks up the crowbar of research scientist, Gordon Freeman, who finds himself on an alien-infested Earth being picked to the bone, its resources depleted and its population dwindling. Freeman is thrust into the unenviable role of rescuing the world from the wrong he unleashed back at Black Mesa. And a lot of people – people he cares about – are counting on him. The intense, real-time gameplay of Half-Life 2 is made possible only by Source, Valve’s new proprietary engine technology. Source provides major enhancements in the advanced facial animation system, physics, graphics and AI. Half-Life 2 will be available for the PC.

About Vivendi Universal Games
Headquartered in Los Angeles, VU Games is a leading global developer, publisher and distributor of multi-platform interactive entertainment. Its development studios and publishing labels include Blizzard Entertainment, Sierra Entertainment, Fox Interactive and Massive Entertainment. VU Games’ library of over 700 titles features multi-million unit selling properties such as Warcraft®, StarCraft®, Diablo® and World of Warcraft® from Blizzard Entertainment®; Crash Bandicoot®, Spyro The Dragon™, Empire Earth®, Leisure Suit Larry™, Tribes® and Ground Control®.

Rest in Peace...

How many of you have watched Superman: The Movie? Ah, one of my favourite movies of all time, that was. It saddened me when Marlon Brando, who played Superman's dad in that movie, died. And now Superman himself has died. Christopher Reeves is simply the best Superman ever. He truly made me believe a man can fly. This world is a poorer place without him.

Superman's Song - Crash Test Dummies

Tarzan wasn't a ladies' man
He'd just come along and scoop 'em up under his arm
Like that, quick as a cat in the jungle
But Clark Kent, now there was a real gent
He would not be caught sittin' around in no
Junglescape, dumb as an ape doing nothing

[CHORUS]
Superman never made any money
For saving the world from Solomon Grundy
And sometimes I despair the world will never see
Another man like him

Hey Bob, Supe had a straight job
Even though he could have smashed through any bank
In the United States, he had the strength, but he would now
Folks said his family were all dead
Their planet crumbled but Superman, he forced himself
To carry on, forget Krypton, and keep going

Tarzan was king of the jungle and Lord over all the apes
But he could hardly string together four words: "I Tarzan, You Jane."

Sometimes when Supe was stopping crimes
I'll bet that he was tempted to just quit and turn his back
On man, join Tarzan in the forest
But he stayed in the city, and kept on changing clothes
In dirty old phonebooths till his work was through
And nothing to do but go on home

Oooh Yeah!

'Viruses can ruin your computer. Spyware can ruin your life'

^One of the best slogans ever. Here's a link to Adwarereport.com

That website reports all the news in the war against the #1 scourge of the internet, Spyware. Yup, pushing viruses to #2. A virus can wreck your computer. No biggie, it can be fixed. But spyware, well, here's an example. An important project, you've finished it, now you have to present it. The presentation goes smoothly. Suddenly, one of the hidden spyware programs decides to do its work and show a pop-up ad to HornyXXX.com (just an example, doesn't exist, I hope). Pictures and all. Very embarrasing, no? That website also lists a Top 10 list of Best Anti-Spyware Program. Try one of 'em. It will change your life.

Adui...

Apparently there's this anti-malay Friendster account. I didn't see it because I can't. The link I got leads to an Invalid User ID page. Good thing that of course. Wish I could've seen it before it got shut down though. I'd like to have written the most cuss-filled testimonial ever made in that account. Now my only record from that account is from Shanaz's blog. Funny, weren't the Malays the first to settle here in this island LONG before Raffles came by? I won't bother cussing about it here, since many people have done it already. But I'd just like to comment about this sentence: "however those f@#$%n huan nas do not noe tat their sense of fashion is reali bad. likes to wear those really cheap t-shirts tat we chinese dun even dare to wear and those fuckin ugly tapered pants." Are you freakin' kidding me? I have a bad fashion sense of course, but I am the only Malay I personally know to have a bad fashion sense. And what does "huan na" mean anyway? I'd just like to pray to God to pity this poor soul.

So some people are signing a petition to bring Jassea (wrong spelling but I don't care). Guys, here's an advice: Don't sign it. I don't care whether she deserves to leave or not. The bottom line is, she got the least votes next to Beverly, so she's outta there. Now these petitionists (sic) are trying to make up for their mistake of not rallying to vote for her last week. Now she's paid for it, so too bad, people. You'll just have to vote for somebody else. I suggest Olinda.

Yo...

Just a note: Beware of IRC! It's dangerously addictive!

Heaven is a horsefly

I saw this cartoon is The Sunday New Paper. It had a point. Matrix Reloaded. R (no one above 18 can watch) in America, PG (everybody can watch) here? Strange. And they say we're censoring too much.

Dammit! Undertaker didn't win on Sunday. Where is the justice? Dead, like him I guess.

Right, don't take my word for it, since I'm hoooked to the internet, but this is my last post for awhile. I need to focus on the exams, dammit! I need to pass everything. I need them so my mom can buy the TV she's been promising me. So, bye bye for now. And don't forget to write.

Go Kerry! Go Kerry!

Right now, I'm listening to the US presidential debate as I type this. Now I'm no expert when it comes to debates, but I think this is a very close one. Bush has been attacking Kerry every chance he's got. And he's got a point, Kerry has been 'flip-flopping' a bit. For or against the war? Anyway, I still think Bush has been an awful president. Going to war even with all the other choice. Going to war against a country that had nothing to do with 9/11. He didn't do it as a last resort as he promised. Actually, I realize that I want Bush to lose not because of Bush himself, but because of his VP, Dick Cheney. I keep getting the feeling that he's the true power in the White House. But what do I know? I'm not American. But I am of voting age there, so I think it's vitally important for me to understand this. And hope the US people make the right choice. Anyway, debates. Bush is his usual simple, easy, country boy style. That coulc endear him to the young people, currently his biggest supporters. Kerry is your usual serious debator. More befitting of a President. Hmmm...

In a somewhat related story, I'm watching the debates from the internet. I'm kinda surprised. My internet streaming video has never been this smooth before. And this is live. I can even see non-stop pictures, where before I only see 5 seconds pictures, 10 seconds pause, while the sound kept playing. Very good news.

Alahai...

Alahai...what's up with everyone? I know exams are approaching faster than an express train, but is that why you guys have to look so moody? OK, fine, I guess I'm kinda moody myself. Because of "something" I did, I am now forced to wake up at 5:50am instead of the usual 6:30am. That's a big difference. I am not a morning person. Thank God this semester will end soon. That's one of the plus points of my 'heck care' attitude. I 'heck care' my current problems and try to enjoy myself whenever I can. When I have to study, I study, but otherwise I just, what's the term, slack. It's not popular with my parents, but it keeps me sane.

Here's wishing the Undertaker good luck in winning the WWE Championship Belt this Sunday at No Mercy.

Who cares about a freaking title?

Sasha says in her blog that people who wear red are confident people. I wear red a lot of times. I have more red shirts than any other shirts. Even got red shoes. So does that make me confident? Who knows, but I do feel it, the confidence flowing through me. Knowing my life, it will go away just as the exam comes steaming towards me, around the same time as Ramadan pulak tu. So better make the most of this.

I just had another dream. I was a Singapore Idol contestant and by golly, I was the most popular. And I acted like I've never acted before. Ah well, assuming there's another season coming, I've got until the next auditions to change my whole self. The way I dress, more importantly the way I present myself, most importantly the way my singing voice sounds. I just realized my normal speech stuttering problems go away when I sing. Now all I have to do is make sure I don't make a big fool of myself. And not sing a Backstreet Boys song. What the hell was I thinking?

Wherefore art thou, Half-Life 2?

Change is in the air

How many times in my life have I swore that I would change myself? Hmmm, twice the number of Elizabeth Taylor's ex-husbands I think.

I had a talk with good ole Dad. I can say what I want about him, but I can't deny he's always there for me when I need him, whether I realize it or not. Among other things, he told me something I've known for a long time: Change Thyself. I can't remain the shy, weird, irritable guy I am. I know I'm good with people, I just need to learn how to break the ice myself. I have to be as outgoing as my dad. Without being him. Which is impossible, but I'm gonna try anyway.

This post will close with the lyrics of what I think is the greatest dance song ever: Paul Van Dyk's Time Of Our Lives. I can imagine this song being played at my graduation ceremony.

There's a time for us to let go
There's a time for holding on
A time to speak, a time to listen
There's a time for us to go

There's a time for living low down
There's a time for getting high
A time for peace, a time for fire
A time to live, a time to die

A time to scream, a time for silence

A time to scream, a time for silence
A time for truth against the lies
A time for fate, a time for science
There's a time for us to shine

There is a time for mis-believing
There's a time to understand
A time for hurt, a time for healing
A time you run, to make a stand

Oh, this is the time of our lives (x 4)

Hold on

You know, I once considered jumping on the MRT tracks.

Personal history time: June Holidays 2002. BBQ with students from YISS 4E3 & 4E5. Germany Vs Saudi Arabia was playing on TV. I was sitting on one spot eating my plate of rice. Faryn sat next to me. At this time, she was just someone I saw at school occasionally. She was crying. I asked her why. She said, "I don't know, I just feel like crying."

That's how I feel now. I'm crying and I'm not sure why. Of course, everything has a reason, and I guess my reason is that I'm being bogged down by all my problems and I'm carrying it all alone. It's at that point when I just don't care about anything anymore.

Problems:

Poly Life - It's tough, tougher than I imagined. Work here, projects there, chaos everywhere. But I get by fine.

Family Life - I am honest-to-god trying to be nicer to my sister. But we are two completely different people and it's hard. But I suppose I should be thankful that there is someone in my house I could talk to for help, even if I don't ask for help that often. There is my father, and I suppose I could talk to him, but frankly, he's still a little timidating. And Mom, she's a nice lady, but I just don't like having a personal talk with her.

Social Life - And here we have my #1 problem. My dad is right, I live too much in my own world. While I go and make myself happy, I ignored all those good kind people who wanted, who actually wanted to make friends with me. And in my own naive way, I pushed them away. By God, a Sec 4 girl once approached me and offered to be my friend because she felt sorry for me always eating my Mee Soto alone. This was in Sec 2. Now, for some reason, I just can't click with my classmates. Sometimes I just feel like they're ignoring me. That's my fault too, I should have gone out of my way to interact with them instead of sitting by myself. And for some godforsaken reason, I find myself wanting to have more female friends than male friends. Not because I want to have a steady girlfriend, but because...you know what, I don't know, I just don't know. I know I have a core group of friends. The friends I made in Sporst Camp. The Floorball team. Faryn, Ernie, Millie, Monica among others. But all of them have other groups of friends. In the end, I'm left alone, eating my Mee Soto.

Man, do I sound whiny or what? Anyway, my little rant has done its job. I feel a little better now. And a little hollow. And a little lonely. There's this wrestler. His gimmick is that of a person who doesn't care about anything at all, even himself. All his previous problems have left a cold soulless man who feels useless. What use does he have in this world? Go out to the ring, hurt someone, leave and continues living an empty life, alone. I do not want that life.

And please, guys, if you want to lecture me, like say "Do something, go out there and make friends", don't. I didn't write this to get lectures. I did it to lighten my heavy emotional load.

I'm happy about one thing though: My sister just asked me what's wrong. She did it like in typical Ili style, meaning she did it half-sarcastically, but she did it. She rarely does that. And one more thing: Sometimes I do wish I'm not her brother. Not because I hate her, but because I keep thinking I've failed in my duties as her big brother, and she deserves someone better.

A truly historic post...

Yes, my friends, this truly is a historic post. This is the first time I'm posting a post...from a class, something I've never done before.

What? You don't think this is historic? Eh, up to you.

See, when I first started this blog, not only is it because I wanted to hop in the Blogger Bandwagon, but because I wanted to comment on all that is current in our world. Then I realized all that is current in our world is currently BORING. Suicide bombing here, reality show there. Same old, same old. Yawn. Besides, Shanaz does that job brilliantly enough. (BTW, no, I am not in favour of women in NS, not because they can't handle it. Au Contraire, it's because they CAN handle it, and handle it so well they will kick the men's butts from Pulau Tekong to Pulau Ubin. And if there's one thing some men can't handle, it's being beat by a girl.) When it comes to writing non-fiction stuff, I can't compete with her. Fiction, however...but I digress. Now I use this blog (which I have dubbed Sm4113r's Domain after my Matrix Forum ID) to post, to paraphrase a blurb from Bridget Jones' Diary, the "Random Ramblings of a Pissed 18-year-old". Which leads me to today's Random Ramble.

I WANT MY EGGS!!! I NEED MY EGGS!!! I CAN BARELY TAKE IT WITHOUT MY EGG & MAYONNAISE SANDWICH FOR BREAKFAST!!! DAMN THOSE FOOLS AT THE AVA!!! DAMN THEM ALL!!!

Thus concludes today's post. Thank you for bothering to read it from top to bottom.

In memoriam

http://home.mchsi.com/~gcfl/attack.swf

This Flash was made by a New Yorker to remember the terrorist attacks exactly 3 years to this day.

I remember that day. My mom had asked me to turn off my radio to study. This was around 8:40pm, 8:40am New York time. If I had left it on for just 10 more minutes, I would have heard Jamie Yeo break the news that a plane had hit one of the World Trade Center towers in New York. While the 4 planes that were hijacked crashed along with a few hundred innocent lives and the terrorists that held them hostage, I just sat there studying, blissfully unaware. Around 10, I stooped because I wanted to watch WWF SummerSlam. My sister came in my room, with a weird look on her face. I didn't ask why, I was so focused on waiting for SummerSlam to start. I turned on my radio for awhile. The music was sombre, Jamie was speaking in a mournful tone. Then I realized something was wrong. But then SummerSlam started and I turned off the radio before I learned why.

The theme song to SummerSlam was playing. I remembered thinking, "Hey! Catchy!" And then finally, tracking at the bottom of my screen, I finally realised why my sister looked weird, why Jamie sounded so sad. "The second tower of the World Trade Center has collapsed." That's what it said. I immediately switched to Channel NewsAsia. I think you can guess what I saw. And keep in mind that the TV I was watching was in black & white, so that made everything darker, more vivid. In the end, I forgot about WWF, that seemed inconsequential compared to this. An attack on humanity.

I don't care about what happened after. The distrust of some people against Islam, the wars, the economy. All I cared about was the people that died. The brave people that dared to stand up to the terrorists in one of the planes and thereby saving possibly the White House itself, at the expense of their lives. The people who jumped out of the towers to end it all, why delay the inevitable? I admit, all this made me look at my faith more carefully. But after all this, I was shocked, I was afraid, I was angry, but I was NOT surprised. With so many people hating America so much, something like this had to happen eventually. All the more unfortunate that it did happen.

To all the people affected in one way or the other by the 9/11 attacks, in other words, to every resident of our planet Earth, remember the fallen.

Celebration

Good bye, WM project! And good riddance!

An Open Message to any Non-Wrestling Fan Out There

This is a column from Da J-Train from LordsOfPain.net, a wrestling fan site. I am in complete agreement with everything said here.

"Hi, I’m Da J-Train, and I’ve been a wrestling fan since I’ve been really young. Deal With It! I have just been getting sick and tired of these non wrestling fans out there bitching and snickering about professional wrestling and how terrible it is. We all have our likes and dislikes, and it’s a little presumptuous of non wrestling fans to impose on something we like just because they don’t like it.


I am a person who believes that something that brings joy to you can’t bring you that much harm… well, short of Doritos. This is the way I have viewed wrestling in the course of my viewing time throughout my life. I like wrestling, and if you don’t big fucking deal. Do you want a cookie? I don’t know, I suppose I am sick of these condescending people who I seem to constantly come in contact with when I am watching wrestling and they snicker or make stupid comments about how dumb wrestling is for a variety of reasons. You see, I don’t get this at all. I mean, most wrestling fans have been watching for a long time, and a good deal of them have been watching since childhood like I have. Do you really think YOUR opinion is going to make a difference in that? If not, shut up.


All of the complaints are usually all the same, at least with the people I have encountered. They all say the same things, but in a different variety. After all, is there really all that much that you can complain about a subject that you know nothing about? These are the complaints I usually hear…


Ugh, This Stuff Is SO Fake OR You Know This Stuff Is Fake, Right?: No! Really? Wow! Since when? Yeah, we all know wrestling a fake, get over it. Unless you are a deaf and dumb pig, you know that wrestling is fake. Guess what? I like it ANYWAY. So they know the outcome before it happens, big deal. There’s more to a wrestling match than the outcome. We, as wrestling fans, when he decided to like wrestling despite knowing it’s fake, all unconsciously decided to suspend logic when it came to wrestling. Logically, realism says that many of these moves could incapacitate a person for a while, or at least give these wrestlers some sort of abrasion. However, they don’t, and we’ve decided to look past realism because it’s fun to pretend!


I Don’t Watch Wrestling Anymore… it was SOOO Much Better In *Insert Period of Time*: So wrestling was better before? So what? So many things were better in the past than now. Rock music was better back in the 60’s and 70’s and early 90’s, but I still listen. Film hasn’t had a truly great year since 1994, but I still go to the movies. Every entertainment medium has their low points, why should wrestling be any different? Sure, the WWF was better a long time ago and in the mid to late 90’s, I’m still gonna watch anyway. Why? Because that’s what a fan does. Fans don’t ditch something just because it’s a sinking ship, and then bash it years later. So shut up, seriously, because chances are that something you follow closely has been better in the past.


Oh who cares… they’re just on steroids anyway: Oh, I see, so you are gonna judge all of professional wrestling based on a single scandal? That’s great logic, asshole. By that logic, all professional basketball players have been accused of sexual assault right? A boxer was just accused of raping a woman in Nicaragua, but it doesn’t mean I’m gonna judge all of boxing for that scandal for the rest of time. Really, people have to get over the whole steroids in wrestling thing and start getting tougher on the whole steroids in baseball thing… at LEAST that’s contemporary. Almost every aspect of our culture has had scandal attached to it. If people really wanted to stop doing something because of that thing’s association with scandals, they would have to stop buying corporate made products, they would have to stop voting because of past White House scandals, there would be no more worship of Roman Catholicism, and most of the professional, collegiate, and Olympic sports would be null and void. So shut up about wrestling and steroids.


What’s the point of watching? It’s SO predictable, you know who’s gonna win: How? How do YOU know who’s going to win? There are a select few who knows who is gonna win, and chances are YOU aren’t one of them. The best part about this is that most of the time that these people say this, the person that they said was gonna win ends up losing! The last time this happened to me was the HHH vs. Shelton Benjamin match and the guy who said it felt like an ass afterwards. To be honest, most of the time, you know who is gonna win, but there are many times that the WWE creates an illusion of spontaneity and throws in a monkey bone.



I guess I take all this stuff too personally, but after I have watched wrestling as long as I have, and am in an atmosphere where no one else watches, it gets a little to me when you hear the same stuff over and over again. I can hardly stand it when wrestling fans are extremely negative about wrestling… but non wrestling fans have no excuse or basis for what they are saying. They usually give really general reasons for their criticism which could get turned around to apply to anything.


So this I say to any non wrestling fans who may be reading… although I fully understand that I am writing this on a wrestling website, therefore little to no non wrestling fans will be reading… but I am saying it anyway… Shut the fuck up. Stop judging wrestling and its fans based on nothing! Allow us to watch what we enjoy. Chances are, we’ll always return the favor… and if we don’t, beat us with a stick."

Correction, make it 4. I'd say this my favourite blog skin yet.

Huh...

Will you look at that? Adding the Haloscan comments and trackbacks was easier than I thought.

3 posts in a day. And you all say I don't update this blog enough.

A blog about Seinfeld

That means a blog about nothin' in particular.

So, adik, you promise to kill me physically and emotionally, hmmm? How ya gonna do that? Whatchu' gonna doooo, brother, eh salah, sister? Trust me, I've been hurt too many times physically and emotionally, you're going to have to come up with something special.

So, an outing to Sentosa tommorow. I don't mind the fact that I'm going with family because hey, it's been a while since both a family outing AND a trip to Sentosa for me. I think the last time was with my camp buddies. In fact, that was exactly a year ago. Ahh, the old camp camraderie. The Eclipz spirit. It's only a flickering flame now, compared to the forest fire a year ago, but it'll always keep burning, I hope. Anyway, I digress. Ah yes, Sentosa. I love that place, especially in the mid 90s when it was packed. Now it's almost back to its old Pulau Blakang Mati days. Actually, I'm worried. With Sentosa Cove and a possible casino coming, Sentosa may turn from a "fun for the whole family" island to a "fun for all rich yuppie scums" island.

A girlfriend is something I know I won't have for quite a while yet, but I'm already thinking of what to do when I finally go on a date. What do I do? What do I say? Where do I go? Will my parents give me enough money? Fast food restaurants are a no-no. One place that I keep thinking of is the area around the Esplanade. Walking around the Esplanade and Merlion, eating at the new Satay Club (delicious Mee Goreng there). Damn those who closed down Centro. And after all that, spend a night at the Fullerton Hotel...okay, I'm thinking too far ahead, better stop now.

So why are actors playing autistic people become so popular? We have of course Zamberi A Patah, a nobody before becoming Cik Leh. He became almost a superstar overnight. And we're not the only guilty ones. Over in the States, another handicapped character on TV is getting way more popular than anyone imagined. In fact, no one thought he could be popular, especially not in the World Wrestling Entertainment. Eugene, played by Nick Dinsmore, is exactly like Cik Leh, except that Eugene is also a wrestler. A damn good wrestler. He appeared on WWE TV, and became popular almost overnight. The internet people who were certain a handicapped person can't be over in WWE were shocked. I wasn't. I've seen it happen in Jeritan Sepi in Suria. It's happening again on WWE RAW. And the writers on the show are doing a commendable job with Eugene, handling the character with care, with lots of comedy, yes, but not until it crossed the offensive line. Eugene is a bright spot in an otherwise dull 2004 season for the WWE. Also a shout out to Chris Benoit, Eddie Guerrero, Kurt Angle and John Cena. Word Life.

The difference between "Cute" and "Act Cute"

Cute

Act Cute

"Is this fact? Or have we taken you on a ride?"

Johnathan Frakes rulez! Anyway, on with this post.

Fact: My life is complicated

Fact: But not as complicated as girls

Fact: Arsenal rawks!

Fact: Man U is sh!t

Fact: Soccer is good, floorball is better, pro wrestling is best

Fact: I will win an Emmy award one day.

Fact: Java is Hell

Fact: My dad is kinda like the Singapore Government. Whatever independence I have is strictly limited.

Fact: Outings with my friends (not including BBQs) in my entire life: 4 (Not an exxageration)

Fact: That's either because they've never invited me or I've never asked them.

Fact: If I'm not careful, my life as a NP student may prematurely end.

Fact: 1998/2002 are tied for the Best Year of My Life. 1995 is the Worst.

Fact: Life is just one big soap opera.

Fact: My parents ask me to mix around with people. But only in school. Ratio of times they've allowed me to go to a BBQ vs times they didn't - 1:3

Fact: Before I started my first year in poly, I asked my dad if I could go to a beach party my orientation camp friends have set up. He said no, because he wanted me to concentrate on getting ready for poly life. "You can't have too much fun. School is about to start." Though I didn't argue, I though that he mentioned exactly why I wanted to go. School was about to start. Why not have MORE fun before finally starting school?

Fact: One more thing about my parents, and then I'll stop - every single time I do manage to get out of the house, my parents always, and I mean ALWAYS make me feel guilty about it. They do it subtly. Giving me a look that says "You better come home quick!". One day, they may give me a "Have fun, dear!" look. But I'm not holding my breathe.

Fact: Squirrels are funny

Fact: I have way too much time on my hands right now.

Fact: Any enthusiasm I feel about my studies instantly evaporates when I sit on my butt and actually study.

Fact: It is possible to get by with an $80-a-month allowance. That is if your parents control you like mine does. Oh wait, I'm supposed to stop talking about my parents.

Final Fact: I hate being a blurtoad.

Jived on Java

Note: That l-l-little "0 users" is my l-little at-t-tempt to check to see how many p-p-people exactly are reading my b-b-blog at any moment-t-t in time. I don't think it's work-king right, so just ignore it for n-now.

Now you're p-p-probably wondering why I'm st-st-stuttering. Reason b-b-being, that's how I sound-d-d right now. Aft-ter a little persuasion, I finally went d-down to Coffee B-B-Bean. Being a coffee v-v-virgin, all that extra c-c-caffeine has made me-e-e an edg-g-gy person. My legs are sh-shaking and and I j-just feel like dancing. The stutters are there to show you what I m-mean. Right, I'll stop here-e-e.

Know what? Thanks for inviting me, Faryn & Ernie. I had a great time there, even though it was just us sitting there and sipping Iced Mocha Lattes. The atmosphere, which includes the music and smoke, was excellent. And the coffee wasn't half-bad. Too bad I can't afford any more trips there, but hey it was fun.

And as I said, I will only update my blog only when I feel like it. I am not my adik, blogging every single, b!tching about everything wrong about her life. OK?

Now, if anyone out there would care to point me towards some torrent links to WWE Raw and Smackdown!, I'll be happy.

Toodles. (Tell me I didn't just say that...)

A proposal...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/iligrrl/princess/24-08-04_1826.jpg

Stick this picture in front of your door and I guarantee it will drive robbers away better than Cisco can.

Get yo bum to this website, know what I'm sayin'?

Go to this website: http://www.asksnoop.com

Then enter my blog address: http://meesotofreak.blogspot.com

And you will see me talking like I've never talked before, know what I'm sayin'?

Have you ever had one of those days.....

....when for no reason at all, you just feel happy? Your mood is good, you feel like hugging and kissing everyone you see? You feel like dancing even to songs you detest? It's what's happening to me. Maybe it has something to do with PM Lee Hsien Loong's NDR speech. Wo0t!

And now for something completely similar

Good try Ronald. Look ahead to 2008. Go Jiawei! Go Jiawei!

I look at my exam time table and what do I see? My exams of course. For only 2 subjects, Thursday and Friday. That means I have 3 more days to study. And what am I doing? Blogging! But still, I know I can at least pass these subjects. Just not next week lah. The October exams are the really important ones. Next week's also important lah, but you know what I mean.

The beta version of Counter-Strike: Source is out. I tried it a bit and I loved the new look, baby. Absolutely fabolous! Of course, I still sucked when it comes to playing. But I'll get better.

Gabe Newell, get your kiester off your chair and make your men finish Half-Life 2!

Dive! Dive! Dive!

Well, diving may not be the most glamourous sport in the Summer Games, but I like to watch it anyway. I still wonder how the best divers can enter the pool from 10 meters out without making a splash. Anyway, I just watched a diving final, the Men's Sychronised 3M Springboard final. China of course were the favourites. So of course, when one of their divers made an awful mistake by slipping and making an uncompleted dive, therefore getting a big fat score of 0.00. So who stepped up and took advantage? The home country Greece. It was Euro 2004 all over again as the Greek fans celebrated an unexpected gold medal. I can't blame them. Poor China. Well, anyone who makes a dumb mistake like that doesn't deserve a medal anyway.

And apparently, Ian Thorpe won the 200m freestyle, beating Michael Phelps. Usually I'd say Phelps is over-rated, but not in this case. I truly believe he can be one of the greatest of all time. Just wait till Beijing 2008. Thorpe will be in his prime, and Phelps will be peaking. That will be a showdown I will not miss.

2 months until Half-Life 2. Can't bloody wait.

It's been 1 week, and I'm having fun :rollseyes:

What do you know? I'm still alive! My one week 'holidays' have begun, but might as well have no holiday, since my exams are just next week. But hey, I'm ready. Bring it on, I'm gonna kick a$$!

Ah, the Olympics. I have fond memories of Sydney. Here's hoping the new soccer champions of Europe, Greece (that never sounds old!), can do a good job.

My allowance is cut 50%. No problem, there's always Cash Converters.

Here's a pet peeve of mine. How come when everyone's stress, they lose weight, but when I'm stress, I gain weight? Damn my ravenous appetite!

Well, looks like I won't be selected for Floorball IVP team. But what else did I expect? But next year.....LOOK OUT SINGAPORE!!!

Shank, I'll never forgive you for inderictly sticking that Banana Phone song in my head.

Well, that's the afternoon report for ya. Later!

Fahrenhei 9/11

.....also known as "Bush Balik Kampong!"

Figures. I said that this would be posted on Monday, and so it is. Two Mondays later. Ah well, on with the review.

Yup, as I expected, this movie is not so much a 'documentary' as it is a propaganda piece to spread the message: get Dubya out of the White House now. The movie starts on November 2000. Election time. News channels everywhere were calling Al Gore the winner. Except Fox News, which calls George W Bush as President of the United States of America. Could it have something to do with the fact that Bush's nephew was in charge of election news in Fox News? These attacks on Bush keep on coming: Bush allied with the Saudis to attack Iraq so they build a pipeline below to get oil. The Coalition of the Willing, which only allied with the US in the Iraq war because, hey, they have no choice. And of course, the famous 7 minutes Bush spent reading The Pet Goat after hearing of the attacks.

No doubt, Michael Moore used some editing tricks to distort facts so that it would suit his views. But frankly, this is still one entertaining documentary, my favourite. There were more students in the theater that I thought it would be, and they enjoyed the movie tremendously. (The girls in fact, kept saying about Bush, "So cuuuuuute!". When the movie ended, for the first time ever, the audience I was sitting with applauded. That didn't happen even during Star Wars Episode 1.

Bottom line, Michael Moore set out to make his case against Bush and he suceeded. But whether or not Bush is elected, I don't care. What I care about is whether I was entertained. And heck, I was.

Where are my peeps?!

So, after thinking about it, I decided to heck care and visit my school again. I thought I'd meet some old friends. I thought WRONG! Sure I met Faiz and Fajrina, among others, but that's it? Please, show some support for our old school, guys! Ah, what am I saying, most of 'em don't know about this blog in the first place. Ho-hum. Maybe next time. Teacher's Day maybe. (Someone invite me, please!)

I'm gonna piss some people off, but hey, I'll say it anyway. I like Michael Moore. If not personally, then let's just say I like his work, the ones I've seen so far. Bowling For Columbine is a great pro-gun control movie which shows an America in need of strict gun usage. But it can't compare with Fahrenheit 9/11 which I'll touch upon later. And I've read the guide to his TV show, TV Land, which definitely sounds like the best non-fiction TV show I've heard of. Better than some of those 'reality' shows. What about his politics? They're mostly American politics, so what do I care? Let the Republicans worry about that. Yes, he manipulates facts, but he does 'em so well, you gotta give it up for that. I mean, I do it myself sometimes.

My nenek has rotated to my uncle's house now, so I'll have the house to myself again. At last, loud techno music with no one to tell me shut that radio off!

Could it be the Saudis? Damn, it was them!

Ahhh, nothin' like a bowl of Mee Soto in the middle of the night, eh? Well, it's been one heck of a week last week. What with my skin condition acting up again, my work piling up, my efforts to get a date futile and my laptop getting stolen. All in all, not a good week. But hey, least I still have my sanity, right? Feh.

I think it's time I start reviewing the movies I see in the cinemas, starting next Monday. The first movie I'll review is Fahrenheit 9/11, that Michael Moore documentary. Interesting movie that. Of course, it's now infamous throughout the world as the one where the fat, goateed guy dissed his president. But hey, at least it gave publicity to the children story, The Pet Goat, "a story so gripping, you can't put it down, even when your country is under attacked!"

Can't wait to see Collateral. Sure, it stars that egoist Tom Cruise, but he's a villain in this one. He always looked villainous to me.

Finally, a joke to round off yet another boring blog entry. This joke is dedicated to my sister.

Q: How many wome with PMS does it take to screw a lightbulb?
A: One. ONE!!! And do you know WHY it takes ONE?! Because no one else in this house knows HOW to change a lightbulb. They don't even know the bulb is BURNED OUT. They would sit in this house in the dark for THREE DAYS before they figured it OUT. And once they figured it out they wouldn't be able to find the lightbulbs despite the fact that they've been in the SAME CUPBOARD for the past SEVENTEEN YEARS. But if they did, by some miracle, find and change the lightbulbs, TWO DAYS LATER the chair that they dragged from two rooms over to stand on to change the STUPID lightbulb would STILL BE IN THE SAME SPOT!!!!!!! AND UNDERNEATH IT WOULD BE THE CRUMPLED WRAPPER THAT THE STUPID $#@!*^&% LIGHTBULBS CAME IN. WHY??? BECAUSE NO ONE IN THIS HOUSE EVER CARRIES OUT THE GARBAGE!!!! IT'S A WONDER WE HAVEN'T ALL SUFFOCATED FROM THE PILES OF GARBAGE THAT ARE 12 FEET DEEP THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE HOUSE. THE HOUSE!! THE HOUSE!!! IT WOULD TAKE AN ARMY TO CLEAN THIS..............I'm sorry, what was the question again?

A minute's silence

I'm assuming this is no joke, so Faryn's blog has shut down for good, so I'd like to bow down my head and pray for the passing of one of the most colourful sites of the web. OK, prayer's over, what's for breakfast?

Seriously though, if the closure is because of the problems I heard you were havin', I'm truly sorry.

If all this really is a joke, well, that's what the delete button is for, isn't it?

Boom Boom

Man, I'm beginning to hate Tuesdays. My worst days seem to be coming from that day. OK guys, short entry here, since I feel like posting something but I don't know what to say. Just that I'm finally beginning to see Friendster's appeal. As usual, I'm a little late in seeing it, but at least I'm seeing it, right? Later.

Not just another dance song...

Lola's Theme by the Shapeshifters

Don't dismiss this as another cheesy dance song. Ok, maybe it is, but it's the best of its kind. Iit has a beat that you can't resist. When you hear this song, you will lose control of your feet as they try to boogie down. If this doesn't happen to you, you must really hate dance songs. Guaranteed to at least put a smile on your face, perfect theme for this summer.

Parker!!!

Time to let the cat out of the bag.

I'm Spider-Man.

Hey, what's so funny?

Alright, laugh if you will, but when someone is disturbing, don't crying to me for help.

In all seriousness, after months of the Simpsons, I decided on a change of skin. And oh my it fits perfectly, even if it is a little bloody. I also got a new skin for my blog. Nice, isn't it? Of course it's nice. I chose it.

Now then, yesterday, I was sitting in the Atrium as usual at night minding my own business. This group of Malays (hip-hoppers) were practising for something, I don't know. They finished practice, and decided to play a little Truth or Dare. I found this out when one of the girls in the group came up to me and said that she was dared to "grind" me. To those who know what I mean, wipe that smirk off your face and don't tell anyone. For those who don't, well, keep on not knowing. Anyway, being the sport I am, I agreed to let her "grind" me to the tune of Hey Mama by the Black Eyed Peas. She was embarressed, I was embarressed, the others were slapping me on my back, telling me I was cool. Y'know, incidents like these makes me feel glad that I am a teenager.

Spidey-sense tingling. Trouble's brewing. A bowl of Mee Soto is out there, crying to be eaten, and I'm the only one who can do it. Catch ya later!

(Hey, don't blame me for the cheesiness in that last paragraph, blame Stan Lee!)

Subject: YISS Partners' Day 2004

Dear Yusoffian Alumni and Ex-Yusoffians,

Yusof Ishak Secondary School cordially invites you to attend our
Partners'
Day 2004:

Date: 7th August 2004
Time: 10.00 a.m.
Venue: Yusof Ishak Secondary School
11 Bukit Batok Street 25
Singapore 658712

Programme:
10.00 a.m. - Arrival of guests and Food Fair
10.30 a.m. - Arrival of Guest of Honour
Mdm. Halimah Yacob
MP for Jurong GRC and Adviser
to Bukit Batok East GROs
10.40 a.m. - Concert
11.40 a.m. - Food Fair continues


Mrs. Doris Lim
Principal
Yusof Ishak Secondary School

Now what the heck is a Partner's day anyway? Still, nice to know my old school still has my e-mail address and using it AND inviting me (along with others). Should I go? Ask me in a month.

Redundant title

I think I prefer studying at the Atrium of Ngee Ann Polytechnic instead of the Library. A more noisy atmosphere, which I don't mind. A wider space.. More air, natural air, unlike te canned air in the Library. A deli and vending machines nearby. Donuts. More accesible toilets. And sometimes, the Ngee Ann Radio Station comes by to air from the Atrium, like right now. Gotta hand it to the DJs, professional sounding for students, and with great choices of songs too. I've just finished my first homework of the semester, well, the first homework that I've done in time. Now I feel calm and ready to rumble. In fact, unlike the last 2 semesters, I actually like almost ALL my subjects. (Jury's still out on my IS class).

RIP, Marlon Brando. I've only seen you in Superman: The Movie, but that's enough for me to appreciate your genius.

What shall I write about today?

Maybe I'll write about the problems suffocating me now. Maybe I'll write about my home computer being just fine except for the internet which doesn't work...at...ALL! Maybe I'll write about the same thing happening to my laptop. Well, not really the same. With my laptop I could still connect. Easily fixed by getting the very secure Mozilla browser. No more Internet Explorer for me. How about if write about the nail on my right big toe, which has been black and blue since the day I wore tight shoes during a floorball practice, and is now, because of an accident, painfully seperated from my toe. Now I have to wear a bandage for 3 days. Ah, maybe I'll get more attention this way. Which leads me to another thing I might want to write about, which the lack of attention I'm getting. Oh, my parents give too much of it, but my friends (to be fair, probably because I insist on going the loner route) keep ignoring. Not all of them, some of them. I'l just to work harder. And of course, I'll definitely write about my schoolwork, but we all know how that goes. So, what shall I write about today?

Que the song by Queen...

Let the record show that Greece, winner of absolutely nothing before today, are now the champions of Europe. Actually I was hoping for Latvia, but hey, that's football for you. I watched the match in my school along with 50 other people, with a special DVD showing of Bend It Like Beckham preceding it. Loved the movie, loved the game. That'll show the girls who came only to see Cristiano Ronaldo take off his shirt. Actually, it's this event that finally made me realise that meeting new people really is a good thing. Really enjoyed talking to those people sitting next to me, cheering Greece on. Those Greeks must be thinking, "Today, Euro 2004. Tommorow, the Olympics. The day after, the WORLD!" Not bad for a country of plate smashers, eh? Even got a cool temporary tatoo, one that doesn't look crappy.

Spider-Man 2 rocks. Enough said. So why are you still reading this? It is your duty to go to the nearest cinema as fast as your legs take you and watch this movie.

Does whatever a, well, you know....

Today of course is the release date of Bill Clinton's My Life in bookstores everywhere. Very interested to see what he has to say about Whitewater, Hillary, Chelsea, Osama, Republican scum, his pet cat and dog, and Monica. I am especially interested in what Clinton really made Monica do with that cigar. 900+ pages. Thicker than Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. That is something. I love the guy. He's partly the reason why I'm even the least interested in politics.

And also in 7 days, Peter Parker will swing in town. Today newspaper made a replica of the Daily Bugle, and this fanboy nearly peed with excitement. Can't wait, can't wait, can't wait!

And so it happens. My 2 favourite DJs are getting hitched next year. I'm hopin' for an invitation to the event next year. Hey, I know a few people at Jamie-Yeo.com, and if they're going, I better well follow. Here's hoping Glenn will have better luck this time round.

Keh, keh, keh

I have now officially ceased caring about what happens in Iraq. All the beheadings and killings and what-nots, sad to say, I've become rather bored by it. Don't say "Nanti, perang di sini, baru awak tau". When that happens, OK, I'll pee in my pants and run to Batam. But for now, argh, enough with the war!

In other news, you've heard of Gmail? Google Mail? Apparently right no, you can only join by invitation. Since I've already joined myself, I can invite 2 people to join. I want to invite my adik, so there's just one spot. Who wants it? Read this before you decide: http://news.google.com/url?ntc=0M4B0&q=http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/04172/334805.stm

Trust me, you won't regret it.

Procrastination, it's just my nature...

Apparently when I said "Tommorow", I meant 9 days later. Well, here's Part 2.

Sunday: This time I took bus service 106 to Suntec. Straight to its very doorstep. Apparently it goes round the fountain of wealth itself. Someday I'm gonna have to ride it all the way. Anyway, today, the crowd wasn't so crowded. Whereas yesterday it seemed like the whole teen population of Singapore was there, today only a handful of us came. The ground was much drier too, meaning the queing period was a lot better than yesterday. Made a bunch of new friends this time. Liked them better than yesterday's bunch in fact. Maybe it's because they were a LOT more enthusiastic. One of them, a Chinese, forgot his name, was an astonishingly good singer. He'll go far, I know. Yesterday's process repeated itself: Go up to the 7th floor hall, register, get number tag, queue up. No Gurmit today. Shame. I was among the front people this time. I would like to talk to him, seeing how yesterday he mainly conversed with the front people. We were split into groups of five: 2 girls, 3 guys in mine, including the good singer. There was also an Indian guy among us. Very happy guy he is. Bit like my friend Shankar. But with a moustache. While waiting for our turn, we got to talk to each other. Well, for about a minute, seeing as we spent our waiting time in the toilet. No cameras there this time.

The producers then marched us to yet another waiting area, this time with chairs. You know the room where William Hung was saying he was "studying at the University of Berkeley"? This was similar. It was here that the camera crew decided to make us sing a chorus of "Stand By Me". I think that would make it to TV. They also made this hot babe in a red dress model in front of us. I think that's guaranteed to be on TV. She walked past me twice, so that means I might be on TV for certain. Here's hoping I don't look too stiff. Soon, it was my group's turn. This was when the butterflies in my stomach set loose. In my moment of panic, I switched songs from "Lemon Tree" to "All I Have To Give". I'm sure you'll agree, that was a bad mistake. Anyhoo, we were taken to a seperate corridor. There were 5 different rooms with their own judges. So that confirms it. We'll sing for the producers before the Big 4 themselves. Imagine a class corridor during Oral exams. This was pretty much a posh version of it. I mean, red carpeting floor, velvet chairs, chandeliers. We would of course take turns to sing, me being the last. Everyone took pity on me, because I would be going in right after the good singer. A lot to live up to. None of us (except the good singer of course) came out looking happy. Finally, the good singer came out, and it was my turn. I took out my water bottle, took a swig, gargled, considered doing a Triple H spit, decided against it, and went in. Then I went out again because water bottles weren't allowed in. I'll never forget that moment, with the Singapore Idol logo behind me, and the microphone in front of me,(out of the camera's view of course), the gorgeous female producer judging me, so gorgeous I was compelled to sing my heart out instead of going the caution route I had planned to do. The room itself I found to be quite full of echoes. I can hear my own voice as I sing, and I knew that I was dead before I even started. The lady, thankfully, was a flatliner, meaning she didn't show any emotion.

Looking bad, I may have blown it singing-wise, but considering the fact I might be on TV as I was singing, wih thousands of eyes looking at me later, I was glad I didn't breakdown like I did during that OCOM presentation. Speaking of which, if I could do it now, I think I would have blown my friends' socks off. Anyway, I got out with a non-commital look on my face. Somehow the Indian guy knew that I did badly and tried to chher me up. He didn't have to. I did what I came to do. I went up to that judge, and a possible audience of thousands, and sung. Without blowing up. Whatever happened, I would be proud of myself. We all went to the results room, a smaller version of the waiting room. I read the New Paper I borrowed from someone. Apparently, they were miffed that no contestant didn't want to speak with them. We were told by the MediaCorp people that we were not to speak with any press member that isn't accompanied by a MediaCorp employee. Then lo and behold I saw a picture of my pal Khairomi. Clutching the piece of paper saying he made it to Round 2. He was of course ecstatic. He told me he'll do it 2 years ago. He told me he'll follow the path of Kelly Clarkson. Well, he's on the way. As for me, the very next second, my number was called. It seems I would not make it to the next round. Meh, too bad so sad, let's move on. No one in the room who didn't make it fell on the floor, crying with despair. And we were fairly high up, so I was wondering if somebody who didn't make it might jump. We all comforted each other within our group. We all didn't make it except of course the good singer. Then we all left to go on with our lives.

Now, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed. But that day, I could truly look back and say, "I did my best, and I have no regrets at all."

I went to a foodcourt to eat after that. The TV there was on. Apparently Ronald Reagan died. I gave 10 seconds of silence, then resumed attack on my Mee Goreng.

I don't know what he does to make you cry...

Why, oh why, did I pick a Backstreet Boys song to sing for the auditions? 'Stuck in the Middle with you' suits my voice better! Ah phooey, what's done is done. Here are the details of my time in Suntec.

Saturday: I took the 77 to Suntec vai the hotel. As expected, there were too many people too count. So I took my place in the line. My first test came when it started drizzling. That forced me to share my umbrella with a guy called Justin. I'd prefer sharing it with a gal named Cameron, but hey. Anyway, I made friends with the guy. A good singer this one. I stood out there in the rain, not being able to sit for fear of wetting my pants, for 3 hours. Then it was time to get up to the registration area. Big place that. Anyway, I registered, went to the toilet, waved at the cameraman filming us outside the toilet (Perv!) and took my place at the queue to the audition area. Made some more friends with some guys. Meanwhile, some crazy guy (You'd know him as Gurmit) tried stirring us up. No problems there, they were ready to make as much noise as possible. He went round the area, interviewing any people who were standing out, including this gal right behind me. One thng I learned at that moment was that I was finally getting over my shyness. How'd I know? All the cameras were pointing my direction, focusing on the girl but I was at the background. Also, I didn't get nervous, at all, with the fact that Gurmit was sitting just an inch from me. That's when I knew that, whether I'll make it or not, I will be able to face the judges without freaking out too much. Unlike that OCOM presentation a few months ago. Anyway, we were stuck in that queue for five long hours. Never got bored though. Had a fun time trying to catch Carrie Chong's attention. I'm still wondering what Diana Ser was doing there. At 3.30PM, the line finally started moving. But of course Murphy's Law (look it up at Google) came into effect, and I was told that there were too many people right now and I cou;d come back tommorrow. Okie dokie then. I was OK about it. All the otheres weren't. I just thought of it as more practice.

Tomorrow: Sunday's Events.

Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor?

I keep hearing these funny stories about Orchard Towers. To the older people out there "AHEMkakyantiAHEM" are those stories true? You know what stories I'm talking about.

Ah, 5th June 2004. The day that I thought would be the day those 4 judges recognise my utter musical genius. Well, guess what? They don't. Before you start chanting "I told you so", it's not because they think I suck. It's because they haven't heard me sing yet. Hai, too many people lah. I was just about to follow the people to the audition hall, when this security guard stopped me. Then one of the producers said "Sorry, there's too many people right now, you have to come back tommorow". After standing for 2 hours straight on my not-so-tip-top-shape legs in the rain, this is my reward? Never mind, I'll take this chance to practise more.

You know, I think I'm getting over my shyness. I actually smiled at a running camera (which was filming us contestants going out the toilet. Pervs!). I didn't really feel nervous at all there. Well, I'll see tomorrow.

In case you're wondering why I haven't mentioned the show's name, I'm thinking those two words could get me linked in Google and have my ratings skyrocket. I don't really want that right now.

I think Gurmit might be a better host than Seacrest. He's certainly funnier and more muscular.

Off to practise. sm4113r out!

O Sole Mio, I Want A Trio...

So what do I type here when I have nothing to type? Nothing? Cannot, I must type something. Ah yes, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, the best of the series, is opening today. Lovely. Anything else? Hmmmmm, none huh? Well then, I better get back to practising my vocal cords. Ahem. "The hills are aliiiiiiiiiive with the sound of mooonnneeeeeeey!"

Always look on the bright side of DEATH...'whistles'

Well, I got my results. It's actually not the trainwreck I thought it would be, but I still failed 1 subject. (Damn PSP II!) Mom's upset, of course. Dad's surprisingly cool. Adik doesn't give a hoot. This would of course spoil my plans a bit, but I'll try to make 'em work anyway.

"Frag" itu apa, ah?

Yesterday, I was watching hyenas on Earthvisions. You know how they sound right? Well, my sister changed the channel to Suria, and I thought they too was showing hyenas. But when I look closer, the sounds were actually coming from humans trying to sing. So sad. And it will only get worse in 11 days.

Anyway, believe it or not, Monday was the VERY first time I played Half-Life: Counterstrike (CS to you lazy people). It was OK. But then I tried a similar online game, Team Fortress Classic. It was mind-blowing. CS may be the most popular, but TFC is the most fun. Now I'm trying all sorts of online games. Best part is, of course, it's all free!

You WALK! Kambing!

Against my will, I have been forced to interrupt my Half-Life marathon to "do the walk, do the Big Walk now, do the walk, doing the Big Walk now". God, I hate that song. Anyway, it still is an interesting experience. First time doing the Big Walk. Walking 5.2KM is really not a problem for me. Running 5.2KM is a different story. My sister kept complaining, but what's new? My feet are thankfully not sore, though I expect that will change tommorow. Speaking of which, what does my school want to check my laptop for, hmmm? Don't they trust me? Still, I better remove my Stacy Kiebler photos just in case. ;)

To audition or not to audition? What do you think? ("YOU?! Singapore Idol? Pidah, lah!") I thought you would say that. Well, guess what? I don't WANT to be the Singapore Idol. I just want to take part that's all. With your support or without. Now all I have to do is make my dad sign these papers. Don't be so skeptical guys, it's a mad world we live in where anything can happen after all. And if you're wondering, I can at least sing better than that Hung fellow. Though maybe not dance.

Now, back to more Half-Life.....

"Pakcik marah?" "Eh, tidak! Aku gembira!"

Imagine this scenario. You ask your sister to buy you a chocolate bar. She asks you for the money to buy it. You don't have it, so you decide not to buy one. Instead, as a joke, you ask her to 'steal' one. This scenario happens often between me and my sis. Except today, my mum heard me say that, and despite the 'steal' comment being a joke, she decides to yell at me because she thinks I am really asking my sis to steal something. Now she's acting as if I'm a criminal who deserves to be spit on. This confirms what I keep thinking about my mom: that she really, really needs a sense of humour. And she wonders why I don't open up to her.....

Another day, another post.....

Had an OK day yesterday. Or more specifically, an OK night. Had a boring day as I did my usual day stuff, fighting for the computer, playing games, watching TV. It's at night when it got better. Mom forced me to go out with my adik. I thought it would only take awhile, but it lasted nearly 5 hours. At least I met my good ole buddy Khairomi, Survivor nut, expert dancer and wannabe Singapore Idol. We spent a good 30 minutes catching up and reminiscing on the good times. Anyway, when me and adik finally went home, at 11:30PM, Mom was, well, let's just say sour.

A funny thing happened at a music store I passed by. The DJ for some reason decided to play I Believe I Can Fly as sung by WIlliam Hung. 5 minutes later, everyone was crying, either from the pain in their ears or from laughing too hard. Personally, I've heard a much worse rendition of I Believe I Can Fly. To protect her identity, I shall only call her by the initial K.

Warning to all music lovers!

Most of you would of course remember all those novelty songs, for example THe Ketchup Song, The Fast Food Song and The Cheeky Song. Now I'm writing this to warn all of you about a new novelty song making its round in Europe. It's got a good beat, but it's the singer that's irritating me. Anyway, the song is The Ding Dong Song by some Swedish dude named Gunther. I'm betting that, should Perfect 10 play this, it will annoy any non-techno fan in Singapore by the year-end. Here's some lyrics:

Oh, you touch my tralala. Mm, my ding ding dong.
Oh, you touch my tralala. Mm, my ding ding dong.
My ding ding dong.
Mm, my ding ding dong.
Mm, my ding ding dong.

Don't say I didn't warn ya. ;)

What makes a good title?

Soooooooo, what do I do when I want to post something and yet I have no idea what to post? Hmrmrm, well, I finished Max Payne in 3 days straight. Now that's too short! An ideal length of time taken to finish a game should be about 2 weeks. That's how long it took me to finish Half-Life. Then there was Command & Conquer: Red Alert, which took me 1 1/2 years.

I'm off now, going to fuel up and decide what game to play next.

Tell me, after reading all the above, do you think that I have way too much time on my hands? Cause I think I do.

The feeling hit me like a point-blank shot to the face.....

Just wanna say two things: I'm having an incredible time playing Max Payne. Incredible graphics, excellent (if a little hokey) dialouge, and all out FUN!!!

Secondly: La Toya is out! La Toya is out! Woohoo!

Attack of the Bored

It seems that the holidays come with my worst enemy: ennui. (If you don't know what that means, that's what's Google is for :D ). I just finished watching the 1992 WWF Royal Rumble only for the 2nd time. The first time was in (duh) 1992, 12 years ago. Honestly, I had much more fun watching it then, you know since I thought wrestling was really real. And why should anyone tell me otherwise at that time anyway? There I am, thinking it was all real, and someone comes up and says, "Eleh, wrestling, mengarut lah. All fake anyway". So? Can't I have at least have fun pretending it was real? But of course that was then. Now pro-wrestling is unashamedly fake. No one cares now. All we want is a little fun, and we get it, every Monday and Thursday. BTW, Ric Flair won the Rumble in 1992, if you cared.

Now then, decision time: Do I play Half-Life or Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic?

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I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to fall.....

Dunno 'bout you, but I'm almost glad Friends is coming to an end. It's funny alright, but it has a little too much drama in it for me. Anyway, if you would like to watch the finale before anybody else in Singapore, you have precisely 14 hours from now to fly to America and find a TV that shows Friends (shouldn't be hard, it's like a national event).

Bye bye guys, you will be missed. But not by me.

YOU MUST RESPECT MAH AUTHORI-TAY!!!

OK, what's on my calendar now? Ooooh, I'm free tommorow. Kinda free at least, since I have to study for my damn final exams on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. THAT is why I've only updated my blog once a week for a while, mmmkay? I'm just taking a break now. Starting next week, I'll be posting more regularly now, ok? ;)

Memo to self: Reply to tags

Minor crisis yesterday. The Sasser worm hit this computer and wreaked havoc. I could connect, but my browsers would show nothing. But of course, thanks to my l33t skills on the keyboards, plus a good kick at the CPU, I got it working again. Scared me there, thought my holidays (next week) was ruined because NO INTERNET! Now I can go back to downloading more South Park episodes.

Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go 'dump' something.

Oleeee, ole, ole, ole.....

This pretty much says it all, doesn't it? WOOHOO!

And now a photo of me and my sis from a time when we were cuter and less b!tchy

Song of the Year 2004 (so far)

I'm doing this month by month. If you have any disagreement, you can tag me by saying what song should be Song of the Month and I can promptly ignore it. :D

January: Hey Mama - Black Eyed Peas
February: This Love - Maroon 5
March: Are You Gonna Be My Girl? - Jet

And now it's Ramblin' Time with your host, sm4113r!

Dumb name, sm4113r, huh? Anyway, I think I'm going nuts right now. I didn't sleep until 4AM last night so I can finish my dumb MMA project. Well, ok, it isn't finished, missing background, bugs everywhere you look, but I figured as long as the ship shoots the aliens to dust and vice versa, I think I could pass. This now means, I'm FREEEE! OK, there is the exams next week, but I can handle 'em, no sweat. BTW, did you know my sister looks oh so adorable when she sleeps? And that she snores? And talks in her sleep? Loudly? Yep.

Went through a little drama on IRC yesterday. MM went down for some reason and some of the mods were frantically discussing how in heck to fix it. All the technical terms flew over my head of course, but I saved the convo so that I'll have more time to understand it. Y'know what? I think it makes a good story, this convo.

A question to all the girls (read:95% of you): Do girls really like candles? Not those ordinary candles of course, but the fancy decorative ones?

Later then....

46 days to Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, 72 days to Spider-Man 2

Any ideas for a good title?

Here in school right now for a remedial. But I just found out that there's going to be a similar one on Monday. So, heck, Monday it is.

For the MM and MH people who were kind enough to actually click on the link in my sig: Welcome to my humble blog. Please relax and explore around. Visit all the Humans I Know. BTW, the top one is my sister, so for all the guys, I'll say this: she's not interested in a relationship right now, so forget it! Other than that, I hope you have a pleasurable time here. :)

FInally, anybody knows what to give a 27 year old for her birthday?

Ladies and Gentlemen: Dido's "Here With Me"

Fine and dandy, like sour candy...

'Sigh' After the little 'debacle' last Tuesday, I was just moping around yesterday. Well, I've cheered up a bit today. Of course, whenever I get depressed is when I do some of my best thinking. And you know what, I think I'm gonna try being nicer to my adik. Not pretending to be nice, not being over-nice, just...nice. So, adik, please don't make it hard for me like you tend to do.

Milya's right, eating can relieve stress a bit. I think I've gain a pound or four though. What she didn't say though was the healing power of putting a chainsaw to somebody's back. Ah, Vice City. What would I do without you?

Floorball practice in 4 hours. Probably the last one before exams start in 2-3 weeks. About time it came, I'd like to turn all those poor marks into excellent.

Well, that's it then. I'm going to go have lunch: two plates of fried rice. Maybe three. With extra black pepper. Mmmmmm.

Just when you think you got your problems sorted out...seems as if today the links won't behave. I tried to add in a new link, but it didn't show. I went on a hunch and got rid of two links, and they were still there. Hmph. Well, I'll sort 'em later.

Shahnaz, if you're reading this, the spam in your tagboard really was an accident! I swear! I'm sorry! Please don't hit me! Would it help if I said Arsene Wenger rocks too?

One minor note to note. FINALLY, there is a boy in the links section. See the name 'Shankar'? Good. That's not him. That's a girl who thinks she's a boy. Nah, just kidding, that's him. Good looking site he has too. (Dear Lord, how on Earth am I supposed to compete with him in MMA?)

Bad day for me? Yeah, pretty much.

When I was a little boy, I made an oath: To never, ever swear in public. No f-word, no s-word, no four letter words. Of course as I grow older, I started making exceptions like 'crap' and 'hell'. But the Big 4, as Marge Simpson would say, are still a no-no. (On a side-note, I know 2 of the words, f__k and s__t, but what about the other two?) But it's days like today that make me want to break this old oath of mine. Look, I know this is a diary, and that I would probably be expected to spill out my deepest secrets here, and I might, but not this one. Something happened in my OCOM lesson. I will not say much, for I have humiliated myself in front of my friends in that class, and I do not want that humiliation to spread to my other friends and family. If you know what happened in that class, then please keep it to yourself. The last thing I need is people making fun of me again. It'll be like 1995 all over again.....

Pah, enough bad words. I'm going to cheer myself up if it's the last thing I do. So here's some good news. I've decided to download all episodes of the TV show '24' but it's been extremely hard to find. But I've finally found a download site and the first episode is now 91% complete. Hey, I know this isn't usually the stuff that cheers people up, but trust me, this cheers me up, and I have a feeling that in 4 weeks, when school will finally be over, I will need a LOT of cheering up.

Ah well, life's a b!tch and then you die. (Hmmm, maybe 'b!tch' is one of the Big 4)

The next 2 days are going to be hectic, I can tell. Let's see, 1 IAC report, 1 OCOM essay, 1 presentation, 1 MMA project, who know what I missed? At least for MMA, I made it a little easier by downloading the whole Director 8.5 program to my home computer. Now I have an excellent reason to hog this computer without my sister dragging me out of her room.

I HAVE DONE IT! I HAVE FINISHED MY EVP PROJECT! (Hafiz turns off the Caps Lock) It took a week of my life but I did it. Nothing important left to say except I finished it. Now only one more project (MMA) stands between me and...the exams. Pah, I passed the 'O' Levels by mugging non-stop for 2 weeks for 6 subjects, I can do the same for 5. Oh yeah, almost forgot my Oral Cum, er, Com presentation (That mistake is what psychiatrist call a Freudian Slip). I can do that. Really I could. I'll be super-charged with adrenaline after badminton practice before the presentation. I can surely do this. Just charm the pants of everyone and have them eating out of your hand, that's what the best speakers say.

Everyone does know that the anniversary of the events depicted in The Passion of The Christ is tommorow, right? And today is the anniversary of the Last Supper? I think so anyway. Anyway, it all happened so long ago. My Hardline friends are right, there's no really confirming whether any of it happened. There are some who say Shakespeare never existed, so who knows?

Might change my tagboard soon, so watch for it.

Finally, whether you celebrate it or not, Happy Easter everyone! If you see the Easter bunny, catch it, cook it and save some for me, ok? Now I better go home before my parents blow their tops. I wish they wouldn't, it's not good for their heart, they're not exactly young anymore, you know.

Yay. I fixed the date. Now all I have to do is find a way to archive all my wonderful posts, and life will be perfect. Or at least as perfect as life can be. I'm feelin' amazingly relaxed right now, in the zone. Actually, I believe it's called 'being stoned'. Whatever it is, I feel good. And sleepy. Through Aniesha's blog I found a blog belonging to my old friend Shanaz. All her posts are exactly what I thought she'd post. Looks like she has angst to deal with too. Why does everyone have problems outside school but me? You may think it sounds strange, but I almost wish I had more than just school problems to deal with. It would make my life more interesting.

One last note: soccer is a cruel game. And it don't come crueler than this week's Euro Champions League. Real Madrid out. AC Milan stupidly losing their THREE goal advantage by letting Deportivo score FOUR. And Arsenal. Beaten by Chelsea. No words. No words to say at all.

Wednesday, April 7th.

Definition of a bad few weeks: I fall behind on some projects, I forgot some other projects, I made my sister pissed, I get sick, I lose my voice, my badminton teacher threatens to fail me, I'm still getting tired during floorball practices, I still suck in it, I'm having doubts over whether I can do my OCom presentation well next week, I'm not sure whether I've irritated my friends and yesterday, I broke my glasses. All I can think of now is "4 more weeks to holidays, 4 more weeks to holidays....."

This can get confusing, so I guess that since I have this problem with the dates and all, I might as well post the date too. This post and the last was posted on Monday April 05 2004.

You know what? I just found out who owned Blogger. It's Google, those search engine guys. They're profiting from all our thoughts, our dreams here. Don't ask me how, but they're doing it. I bow to the almighty G. :D

Yes, it's a nice day in Blogville. People are b!tching right, left and center. But how is that different from any other day? Me, I'm just rambling on and on, and if you can't understand me, then that's another case of "how is that different from any other day?". Tricky week this week, BIS project presentation, IAC presentation (and my CIP paper missing too), EVP deadline Thursday, I'm just hoping I can reach the Easter weekend in one piece. Ah yes, this Easter marks the 5th year since the Matrix was released. Life-changing event that.

If you will please look at the 'Humans I Know' section of this fine blog, you will see that it is completely 100% female. Not that I have a problem with that, it's just that, you know, I'm wondering how many males exactly are blogging? In the world? In Singapore? Among the Malays? Eh, beats me. Now then, my fingers are getting lazy, so that's my cue to stop typing.

Ah, I get it now. It's just a problem with the archiving system. There, all fixed now. Hope this is much better for you hard-to-please people (*cough* Bahriah *cough*) out there.

This is strange. There's supposed to be a new template right now. A better one. More organized than this one. Well, I supposed it's just my luck again that it's not working. I'll go work on it, right now.

Now I remember one of the reasons why I left this alone. My dear cuzzins, nothing better to do than poke fun at me, izzit? BUCK, BUCK, BWAAACK! I do think chicken feed tastes good, y'know. Seriously though, a few of my cuzzins and my sister, saying all that stuff about me, against me, who never won an argument in my life, and expecting to take all that schtick without me feeling hurt. "C'mon, man, get a sense of humour", you say? HAH! You should know by now that I only find it funny when I want it to be funny. And I've never, ever find teasing directed at me funny. And Adik, your 10 bucks is somewhere in your room. You want it, go and find it.

Now then, I had a fairly good day yesterday. Went to the National Library to see it one last time before it turns to rubble. Even borrowed a book there. Lemony Snicket's "A Series of Unending Events" Book 1. Then I hurried down to Jalan Besar to catch Singapore Vs. Japan. Finally, a Singapore performance that we all can be proud of, yah? Nice to see the Singaporeans mingle with all the Japanese that came down. They nearly rocked Jalan Besar down when Indra scored. Too bad they still lost. Ah well, there's always Oman, eh?

There, right now, this is all I can do with this blog. If you'd like to help me with the code, well, just go to View, at the toolbar up there in between Edit and Favourites, click Source and you can see this site's code. Please tell me how to arrange my code properly, especially my tagboard. I know you all want ot see Bart, and you will, just as someone tells me how to move my tagboard away. E-mail me at meesotofreak@yahoo.com.sg. And remember, the date below this blog, you have to add it by one to see the actual date posted, e.g Posted at 30th March. + 1, it means it was actually posted at the 31st March. Yep, I think that's about it.

Now if I got this correctly, I can only post if I use yesterday's date in post options. Whaddayaknow? Well, that's solved. Now for the tagboard problem...

Hmmm, I think I finally got this working again, let's see.

Testing my new template. If you see this, it works. If not, I've suffered the Friday the 13th curse.

OK, a change of template for me. Not perfect, yes, what with that tag board blocking Bart and all. Maybe I'll move it later. When I'm less lazy.

Dammit! If you can't see this blog, it means two things: 1) You won't see it. 2) My blog must be spoiled. Anyway, good day today. No school becuase of Ngee Ann Open House. Can be on the internet all day. Without Ili annoying me. :D Oh yeah! Hey check out this website dedicated to the "bang"-master of American Idol, William Hung. http://www.williamhung.net Ricky Martin must be glad for the free publicity. He needs every publicity he can get right now.

In case you're wondering, no, I don't post regularly. In fact, sometimes I don't post at all. I just post when I feel like it, like now. Still, I think this week is gonna be a good week, don't you? Practically only 2 days in school for me, with 1 public holiday and 2 days of open house at Ngee Ann Polytechnic. And to my sis and her friends, stop picking on me! I'm new at this! Don't make me cry, ah!

Here is my almost blow-by-blow account of my trip to Malaysia yesterday. Left Singapore at 3AM. Decided to go to KL before going to Port Dickson. KL is still one of the best cities in the world in my opinion. Shopped there for a while. Went to Port Dickson. Took 3 hours instead of 1 to get there because of so many &*%*^%$* traffic jams! Eventually reached Eagle Ranch, a Western style resort. Went around the resort for a while. Beat my sister in go-karting. She didn't like it one bit. Nearly got kicked in the head by a real horse. These are young horses, not grown-up race horses. Went to the beach. Beautiful, just as I imagined. Stupid clouds blocked the sunset though. Went back to the resort and slept. Woke up, left the resort and went back to KL. More shopping. Didn't get what I wanted but at least I got to eat some fantastic lasagna. Mavelled at the Petronas Towers. Then finally, went home. Took exactly 6hrs 42mins to get home from KL. That in a nutshell is my family's Chinese New Year trip to Malaysia. Could be better, could be worse. Here's hoping Dad'll fulfill his ambition to go to Bali this December.

OK, sorry for all the triple posts and empty posts. I am new at this, you know. Alright, how do you like my new surroundings? The Matrix is my favourite movie of all time. This is my way of honouring it. I can't stay long. Agents are tracking me down. Until we meet again, my fellow Zionists.

(I know, it's lame. What do you expect from the world's biggest l@m3r?)

La la la la! First post! First post! Testing 1,2,4,5! Hello, you've just entered the home of the Meesotofreak and I'm your host, the Meesotofreak a.k.a heliopath2145 a.k.a sm4113r a.k.a Handsome Dude a.k.a Hafiz. Please, come in, relax, take off your shoes. Man, you haven't taken off your shoes for quite a while, eh? I'm afraid my house is a little sparse right now (meaning: it's boring to look at it), but I'll get to work on polishing the place up right away, as soon as I finish my homework.