friday night lights.

it's three in the morning.
latest i've been ever since coming back from Malaysia.
it's all coming back to me now.
it's fun to go to clubs.
parties.
and all that.
just not too often.
or it'll all get old.
real quick.
there aren't many clubs here too choose from anyway.

i've missed dancing my heart out.

this bloke on the stage,
his name,
or stage name rather,
is Faith SFX.
the whole time he was up there,
he beatboxed.
without the aid of remixes or whatnot.
it was awesome.
oh.
and did i mention,
he's the world beatboxing champion?
did tunes from Paul Van Dyk and the whole trumpet thing for Destination Calabria.
i'm a big fan of PVD and Destination Calabria,
so i know. haha!

a night to remember.
it's good to be back.

jahh.

hey.. umm.
i'm going through this quarter life hair crisis at the moment..
and i was just wondering.
what do you think of ..
dreads?

bleh

i wonder who's stupid enough to eat ice cream while in the movies. apparently i am. and my other two henchmen. eating ice cream in a pitch black room. shizz melting all over your hands. "I CAN'T SEE WHAT I'M EATING!' yeah. lick it all up. 4 pounds of Ben&Jerry's trickling all over your pants.

i've just came back from watching Underworld, and boy was it awesome. you need to have seen the first two movies to actually get it though.

can't believe it. i'm having writer's block again. this place is SO not inspirational.

mm hmmmm.

i was having a good convo with a new friend last night..
and well we talked about a few things.
and i have to say this.

orang putih tidak tahu menari.

let's keep this on a ..down low, now shall we?



=P

mecca.

January 25th, 2009. a day that will live in infamy. i set foot in old trafford stadium, manchester. but let me enlighten you on how this day started.

January 24th, 2009. alan, shannon and i, we made a plan to go to manchester and the football grounds of united. we went to bed thinking and dreaming of what the next day had in store for us. alan.. he might have taken things a little too literally. i prayed that he did not oversleep.

morning came. the plan, was to be up by nine and leave for the train station at ten. i woke up at 4. shannon woke up at eight. alan.. had gone AWOL. i thought to myself,
'omg, it's happening again. nah, he's probably got it all figured out. he'll be up before it's time to leave.'

ten o'clock passed. half ten passed. eleven o'clock passed. half eleven passed. twelve passed. i might have called him 16 times, to no avail. shannon and i tried to think of a way to wake him up. only thing is, the only way to get to his room is by entering his block. to enter the block you need a special card that only block residents have. we weren't block residents. we looked around for any other resident of the block who was perhaps, loitering around outside in the winter of a typical january morning. none. everyone was too pissed from the after exam party the night before. we gave up. and decided to take a piss. i thought out loud.
'he sleeps like a dead man.'
'i know right. maybe.. i'll give him another ring.'
'here.. in the toilet. while pissing.'
'might work.'
'might work.'
'HOLY CRAP. it's engaged.'
'the pissing magic worked!'

half hour later, we were off. arrived in manchester after forty or so minutes. had to take another tram to old trafford. wasn't quite sure how to get there. as the smart tourists we were, we asked for directions.
'excuse me, do you know how to get to old trafford?'
'yeah mate, just head in the station and go under to the tram station and look for where you want to go at the ticketing booth. just round the corner.'
'ok thanks.'
'what he say?'
'i have no idea.'

we eventually made it.. at three o'clock. and here are a couple of photos as proof. and no, i did not pull em off the internet.





the rest of the pictures are on my facebook. so there. *sticks tongue out.

yourenglishisverygood.

alright. now as the usuals know, i am currently in the hunt for, well, i am not ashamed to say it, pork. as it is the new year, we, chinese must eat pork. i don't know how vegetarians live with that. as a matter of fact, i've been wondering.. see, a muslim can't touch or eat pork. that's already a big loss. then what about a vegetarian muslim? that'll be.. whoa. sucks to be you mate.

back to my point. so. for the past week i've been going out with my mate to various places in this char siew-forsaken village and town to look for a decent or even not so decent chinese restaurant. anything really. we're getting desperate. we found this one half decent restaurant. that looks like it's about to close any day now. it's called yummy yummy restaurant. indeed. so. alan(my mate) and i, we decided to be food testers for the rest of the malaysian chinese community. we ordered delivery. we got this business card from their empty restaurant after we got tired of yelling "HELLOOO.. YAU MOU YAN AHHH?? YOU MEI YOU REN ZAI AHHH?" for a good half hour. they decided to not appear but were decent enough to leave the front door unlocked. we could've stole loads and loads of cutlery. we're good people. we only stole their business card. got home, and decided to give the number a try. they gave us two numbers. it said in chinese, 妻子, for wife.. and 丈 夫, for husband. hmm. now which one should we call? we thought if we called the wife the husband would get jealous and think we're getting to her or something and decide to kung pow our asses.. so we called the latter. nobody answered. called the wife then. the husband answered. whoa. this was probably a trap by the husband to see who was trying to get to his wife! freakin paranoid immigrant!
"hello? is this yummy yummy restaurant?"
"..y-yes."
"oh. good. hi. can i place an order please?"
"err.. har? 你能讲中文？

awesome. he didn't know a word of english besides yes. a little tip. maybe, learn the language if you want to do business here? i sorta knew chinese, so i thought we could communicate. he didn't understand a word i said. alan was on the floor laughing his ass off. so i gave him the phone and he tried. it didn't go down well. the wife took over.
"whatchu want?"
"oh hai."

i wanted to tell her her english was very good, but she might have took it as an insult, so i decided against it. half hour later, the husband arrived, and honestly, he didn't look any older than i did. i smacked him at the side of his head and went "what the hell you doing!?" no i didn't do that. we talked, most of the time with the aid of sign language, and he handed me this sheet of paper with another list of items and prices. said this was another menu altogether, meant for us... when he said us, he meant chinese people. now i was wondering what the hell was this take away food that we just ordered then. he said the food we just ordered was for ..guai lou. and that this other menu was waaay better than this. whoa. racist bastard! a man after my own heart! lol.

food was good. we thinks we're going there tonight. this morning however, i'm gonna go bai nian. a little early, i know, but if only you knew where. old trafford, the stadium of manchester united.

the tighter the better?

inspiration from didi.

Japan or USA, who produced better superhero outfits?
remember how the world loved men in tights and suits once upon a time? to be frank, we kinda secretly still lust over them. and no, that's not a personal opinion. well at first it was tights only. evidence, robin hood. clearly he's not american or asian, but i don't give a damn.


he wasn't the prettiest. the lower package was all that mattered.

how about this fella?


the phantom. i like to call him purple nurples. he haunts the amazon rainforest. the amazon is in south america, so that still counts. gayest BDSMish superhero if i ever saw one. but still. it's not my opinion that matters. the world loved him. it. the same goes to all of the other marvel/DC characters. it's like they got sponsored by Nike or something, wearing dri-fit day and night..

and then the world evolved. Captain America died.



the world decided that even the toughest of chainmails could not stop the ever conspiring villain. so. the world decided their superheroes would fare better padded in plastic bodysuit and headgear, and not to mention a flurry of colors. i'm not sure how effective this is.. but it sure made ratings go soaring off the roof. particularly in japan.



i honestly cannot pick out my favourite out of the four. they're just overflowing with.. awesomeness.

i think i'm just gonna end right here cos i'm biased.

japan wins.


edit:
this post had so much potential.

david meets goliath. and david didn't win this time.

i'm not sure if anyone noticed..
but i have this super abnormal habit of taking photos of anything and most of the time,
everything.
random things.
from restaurant cutlery, scenery, even chunks of shit.
i use my trusty Nokia N82.
yes i know it's a bloody phone,
i'm getting to my point.

now.
out there.
somewhere.
there are people with the same..
fetish.
no. not fetish.
hobby. habit. whatever.
them.. they use..
cameras.
no no,
not bloody sony cybershot.
REAL cameras..
DSLRs..
with loads of specs..
and stuff like megapixels, zoom, weight and dimensions..
auto focus points.. ISO.. aperture..
all that jazz and more.
these kind of cameras really redefine taking photos.

and i seriously want one.
bad.

why settle for this..

when you can have..

THIS!

true not true not???

lil toy soldier. from another perspective.

for aeons i have been searching for this song.
especially this remix.

and now i've found it.

now the video..
can be sorta *wild..
brace yourself.

*wild - the gay converter.


Destination Unknown DJ Renato Piava Remix - Crystal Waters




i was headbanging to this song with a Coke on the table.
i accidently stabbed myself in the eye with the straw.
it's not funny.

this is how it all happened 2

i finally gather up enough guts to turn around. i recognised everything. the clothes. shoes. skin. hair. face. it was her. though hurting, and indeed dying, i could tell that she was at peace. with what, i couldn't tell. her mangled heap of a body lay there in a pool of her own blood as the swarm of people gathering around watching grew in number every second. they don't know her like i do. to them, it's all just a show, and here they are getting free tickets for front row seats. i manage to muscle my way inside and finally be near her. her breathing, mere short, desperate gasps for air. it was painful enough to watch. i go on my knees and ask if she had anything to say. i couldn't make out what she was trying to say. she was obviously choking on her own blood. of all the jibberish, i could only read her lips for her last two words. "Thank you." she shut her eyes for the last time. i sit down next to her and ask myself, what was it that she hated so much about this life, and this world that she thought she had no other choice but to leave it? i close my eyes and say a little prayer for this girl. i open my eyes again, and find myself in bed, breathless.

this is how it all happened.

i find myself loitering around, minding my own business. i think i was waiting for someone. totally immersed in the phone, i don't pay any attention to where i am going. a raindrop hit the screen.. annoyed, i look up. a couple of minutes ago it was such a placid atmosphere. i remember the sun still burning up the sky, painting it red as it took its leave for the day. now ominous black clouds start to take over the sky, a slight drizzle hinting at what is imminent. i look around for cover and end up standing outside a familiar building in kk. something catches my eye. more like someone. i scan the building from head to toe and notice this one girl at the top floor, leaning out from a balcony. a friend. she looks back down at me. apparently she noticed the stare. we wave at each other awkwardly. there was something about that smile she gave me. it wasn't the most convincing. i wonder what she was doing so high up that building as she looks on to see the sun totally disappear from view, her face, totally blank and emotionless. i wouldn't risk shouting at her and startling her. i look back down at my phone to find her number. i get interrupted again, this time by a hand. the person i was waiting for arrived and extended his hand to shake mine. i put my phone away. we talk, drink in hand, not minding the raindrops bouncing off the canopy roof. a deafening scream from a lady behind me makes me jump and spill my drink. i want to turn my head but i froze the moment i heard the sound. a rather loud dull thud. i close my eyes as questions start to flood my mind. i only manage to blurt out one. "is it her?" .. "..yes."

do not diss golf.

i don't know why..
but our conversations..
Chris and i.
they're pretty awesome.

here's the part where we think our kids won't get along:

C - I really should stop discriminating against golf.
one day i'll be an uncle.. and then i'll regret dissing golf.

D - that's right.
when you and i, we become uncles.. and start teaching our kids golf..
mine will thrash yours.
uh huh.

C - cause mine would spend more time picking up girls with his awesome guitar skills.

D - haha *#$% you man
that don't count
i got mad skillz too

C - and my kids will be taking shots of supermodels.
after serenading them

D - and i'll be pickin them up when they're done in my awesome car.
oh yes.
hmm. might need the range rover. need more space at the back.

C - dude.
your wife will kill you.
unless.
your kid is adopted.

D - dude.
i'm not impotent.

C - ..and you're a bachelor.

D - i'd prefer a wife..
and rather my salmon not swim upstream.

C - a wife who's ok with her husband picking up supermodels in his car.
good luck.

D - well maybe..
a high class-ish transporter.
and i'll tell my wife we'd be living on the streets if i don't do this.

C - and what if your wife goes and gets a job transporting male supermodels.

D - it's ok.
cos a lot of male supermodels are fags.

ROFLMAO.

DAMMIT.

omg.

I TOTALLY FORGOT TO EAT

• WAT TAN HOR
• "WO TIEH"
• SUI JIAO
  
• TUARAN MEE
• ROTI SUSU
• ROTI TELUR
• SANG NYUK MEE
• YOYO
• CHA SAU PAU
• CHU NYUK PAU
• DAMAI THICK-ISH BREAD

poslaju anyone?

OMGSOHAPPY.

i couldn't stop ROFLMAO-ing
at this conversation i had with Chris:

Douglas - got pork? said:
WHYOMGSOHAPPY

OMGSOHAPPY. says (4:21 PM):
IPHONE!!!!!

OMGSOHAPPY. says (4:21 PM):
AND PS3!!!!

Douglas - got pork? says (4:22 PM):
HOW

ahem. says (4:22 PM):
dunno

Douglas - got pork? says (4:23 PM):
WHAT YOU MEAN DUNO

ahem. says (4:23 PM):
was nice to dad?

Douglas - got pork? says (4:24 PM):
OMGYOUSUCCUBUS

I still don't know why i called him that..
oh.
don't know what a succubus is aye?
here.
this is Wikipedia's definition:

A Succubus (plural succubi) is a demon who takes the form of a beautiful woman to seduce men,^[1] in dreams to have sexual intercourse, according to the medieval European legend.

a little later...

Douglas - got pork? says (4:50 PM):
BLOG BOUT IT

ahem. says (4:50 PM):
no

ahem. says (4:51 PM):
i'm still really torn inside

ahem. says (4:51 PM):
cause.

ahem. says (4:51 PM):
iphone is like

ahem. says (4:51 PM):
the epitome of sold out

ahem. says (4:51 PM):
and i'm still trying to come to terms with the fact that i've sold out

Douglas - got pork? says (4:51 PM):
sold out to.....

Douglas - got pork? says (4:53 PM):
thot you loved apple

ahem. says (4:53 PM):
didn't idolize it.

Douglas - got pork? says (4:54 PM):
you do now?

ahem. says (4:54 PM):
apple was just another useful tool.

ahem. says (4:54 PM):
but

ahem. says (4:54 PM):
the iphone

ahem. says (4:54 PM):
is just excess.

ahem. says (4:54 PM):
but any other phone would've been mfff cause i use a mac.

ahem. says (4:54 PM):
but that's just an excuse

Douglas - got pork? says (4:55 PM):
you want to be put out of your misery

ahem. says (4:56 PM):
mm...

ahem. says (4:57 PM):
don't bother. once i hit up the ps3...

ahem. says (4:57 PM):
omg i just creamed my pants.

ROFLMAO.

the big two oh oh.

Guess what.
this is blog post number..
200.
i can't believe i've talked so much cock.
lol.
well,
technically,
no.
it's just my 8th.
it's my 200th in xanga anyway. =)

since this is my 200th post..
it better be a good one.
i've never had..
a good one.
in fact..
i don't quite know how to write..
a good one.

let's cram a few things in shall we?
number one.
i kinda think this has been pressed on over and over again,
by different people recently..
this..
issue on the theology of vocation.
EVERYONE'S got a calling.
that's for certain.
being a christian,
it may not be necessary that your calling is to enter into full time ministry..
and thus some may think that well,
since the priest post has been taken,
what do we do in church?
so you join the music ministry.
kids ministry.
womens. mens.
whatever.
that's not wrong..
God indeed has given specific talents to everyone to serve..
but the REAL area where we soldiers are needed are not within the army base.
yeah, rather, outside that fence.
still familiar with that old term "fishers of men"?
bingo.
some may think of this as all out evangalism and roping people in, literally.
no. well yes. but it don't have to be.
see, like i'm a student at this moment.
and even as a student i'm on the way to my vocation.
and God will indeed help me.
ultimate goal for any student,
be a doctor. be a lawyer. be a someone.
no signs of pastors.
but whatever you do..
you'll be in the people business see, in a way.
and through your profession,
you can serve God.
be the light and salt.
remember that commandment,
"Love your neighbour as yourself."
i still recall what someone said at a friend's party recently;
"why do you want to become a doctor?
if your answer is going to be to make loads of money,
then forget about it.
instead,
be a doctor because you love people and want to make them feel better."

hah. sorry bout that. had to get it off me head.

anyway.
fellas,
you've got any simple recipes you could dish out to me?
i'm kinda running out of ideas on what to cook.
..

darnit.
i'm kinda ending on an anticlimactic note.

oh wait.

i'm going to see Jason Mraz in concert this April.
ohh yeah.

thumbs up or thumbs down?

ha!
how awesome is this!

i've sorta messed with the text right below every post..
so like, after every post,
YOU can actually say what you think,
that is whether or not i deserve to go to..
hell,
or heaven,
for that post.
heh.

fun fun fun.

want. no. need. no. crave.

we.. as in Malaysians in Keele..
we.. have a dilemma.
overall,
the malaysian chinese unofficial chinese society
boasts no more than a wretched eight people.
chindians involved. heh.
no, we're not upset about anything.
it feels just right.
keeps things tight.
family-ish.
lovely.

but that's not why we're in a dilemma.
obviously.
see.. we hang out with other malaysians too,
none chinese,
mind you.
and it feels just fine.

that was until chinese new year decided to come round.
now,
i respect other cultures and all..
but seriously.
i need pork.
and of all the days to need and CRAVE pork,
chinese new year will be that day.
there will be no mercy.
generations, legacy, all that jazz.
pork sums it up.
i don't care what you say,
it does to me.

so here's the case.
we.. chinese.
we're gonna be searching for some chinese retau.. retau? retard?
chinese restaurant.
that serves pork.
and roast duck.
but should other ..people be added to the hunt..
people who don't eat.. pork.
well.
we'll be hunting for kebab stalls instead.
i just know it.

SO.

THE BIG QUESTION.

SHOULD PORK BE SACRIFICED FOR THE SAKE OF RACIAL UNITY??

YOU BE THE JUDGE.

..this will so get me kill'd.

me likey.

I'm definitely starting to like this..
blogger.
toys galore.
heck, it's definitely one for the bored during wee hours.

now,
i need followers.
at the moment,
i have..
2.
not one to be proud of.


something's still not complete.

HOW THE HELL DO I ADD A CHATBOX???

Bring On The New Year.

i.. feel better.

=)

seriously.
the amount of support you guys gave me.
the verses, overflowing with comfort..
the calls..
the texts..
videos..

thanks.

and as a result,
i destroyed law today.
i think.
that's supposed to be a good thing.
they had to take the pen away from me.
that's supposed to be a good thing.

but i need a sixty percent to pass.
*fingers crossed.
i'll let it rest til the end of February.

i see it really fitting to say that i had my exam in the chapel.
literally.
seriously.
like God's watching me somehow.
no, not adding to the pressure,
but more of a.. comforting experience.
=)


Chinese New Year's coming up.
i need to find myself something red to wear.
that's basically just another excuse to go shopping.
but no.
new years resolution.
or chinese new year resolution,
whichever you prefer..
NO SHOPPING THIS SEMESTER.
yes.
it's gonna be tough.
even mom knows it's gonna be tough,
she knows well enough that i'm a shoppaholic.
a good mom she is,
she didn't send me for rehab.
yes.
no shopping.
i'll see how long that'll last.

and groceries don't count.

I shall not be wanting.

God is my shepherd
I won't be wanting
I won't be wanting
He makes me rest
In fields of green
With quite streams
Even though I walk
Through the valley
Of death and dying
I will not fear
'Cause you are with me
You are with me

Your shepherd staff
Comforts me
You are my feast
In the presence of enemy
Surely goodness
Follow me
Follow me
In the house of God, forever

- Jon Foreman

Psalm 23

A psalm of David.

1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.

2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,

3 he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.

4 Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death, ^[a]
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.

5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.

6 Surely goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever.

time and again i am comforted by these words when i feel my world's falling apart.

in this case, when i'm missing home to death, and the pressure of exams.

and therefore i come to the conclusion,

The Lord is my Shepherd,

I shall not be in want.

God'll take care of me. and the bloody exams.

=)

Of Home.

Honest to God..
i am seriously homesick at the moment.
it's already the third day,
but it's not dying off.
the first time i came here,
it was like i couldn't wait to get my parents off my case.
that was a mere three months.
this time,
six months.
the last trip was more like a vacation compared to this one,
now that i think about it.

as a matter of fact,
i miss home so much that i actually changed my way of life.
in a way.
the last time,
go to bed at two or three in the morning.
this time,
go to bed at seven.
in the evening.
this is just so i could wake up at two or three in the morning,
and i'd catch up on home time.
that'd be ten or eleven in the morning,
and well,
talk to people.

i read my older posts to kill time.
and that part where i said i'm gonna go find a place to study,
as far away from home as possible after IS..
well if i could,

i'd take that back.

blog número uno!

i welcome you, stranger,
to my humble abode that is blogger.

now now. don't get too excited.
the fancy colors are starting to turn me on..
but.
this is only a trial period.
for God's sake,
all of you abandoned good ol' xanga for this.
of course i had to investigate what was all the hype about!
and then maybe i could report back to xanga and they could improve.
although i kinda know the internet connection back home's too lousy to
support the awesomeness of xanga.
pity.

this might get me into a whole world of trouble,
defaming blogger on my first post.

though, i might actually enjoy my time here.
we'll see.
oh yes we will.

thing is..

here's where i was from.