Breaking the barrier

Valentine's blue

2009-02-15T14:54:00.002+11:00

On valentine's day this year, my girlfriend broke up with me. It was all my fault. I was bored and decided to twitch and poke her at the back. But stupidly I tickled at the wrong spot and she just snapped and blew up. So I was left alone for the rest of the day, or possibly the week, until I buy her a new gift, or should I say, a new supply power unit.

Yea, my CPU blew up. I wanted to check the PSU max output, saw a tiny button at the back of it and decided to switch it without turning the cpu off. The switch change the psu limit from 220V to 115V. So I guess the sudden purge of power made one of the components (possibly a capacitor or transistor) yelled "Fuck you!!" and went kaboom.

Hopefully I'll get that fixed by Monday, and fingers crossed, only the psu is damaged and nothing else. And right now I'll just have to suck it up by using my iPhone to use the internet.

January in fast forward

2009-02-11T16:00:00.014+11:00

Went to the city with friends for NYE count down. Saw a moron climb onto the pole seconds before the countdown. Was secretly hoping he would drop to the river below, but was disappointed it did not happen.

The whole city was packed, but it was worth the experience.

Went to the Melbourne Aquarium and saw Emperor penguins and hell lots of other fishes, including Nemo.

"Hurry the fuck up, will ya?"

Then went to Sorrento to swim with the dolphin, well literally.

(Missing paragraph detected - but the author is too lazy to patch it back up)

..right until I dislocated my shoulder (again) seconds after I submerged into the ocean. But unlike the first dislocation in Redang, the shoulder did not snap right back in. Hence, a drama (a painful one too) was soon ensured. Ambulance was called, boat cruised back to the shore (and that was the 15 minutes of hell - to the point that I thought of killing myself if I have to endure the pain for a few more hours, seriously), and I went to the hospital.

And my such dramatic exit ruined the whole trip for my friends as well, since the captain said it was too late to return to the ocean to continue on the trip. So they have to suck it up by playing by the shore for 4 hours until I return from the hospital. Sorry guys, my bad.

But thinking back now, it wasn't such a bad experience, considering I had the chance to ride on an ambulance for the first time in my life. And also inhaling some very, VERY, pungent painkiller that makes me dizzy/high in just seconds. I was also off work for a week for my shoulder to get better.

And at the end of the month, I was greeted "Good Morning!" by this super huge spider right beside my room door, at 5am, after a tiring night shift. I politely greeted back, by smacking it dead with a rolled up magazine and flushing in down the toilet. Good morning to you too, ~~fucker~~ Mr. Spider.

Holy Sh!t

2008-12-23T22:06:00.002+11:00

My head got ran over by a lawn mower.

Fly for Fries

2008-12-22T20:10:00.001+11:00

(Click for bigger image)

And it was deep fried. Or dried. Whichever the case, it doesn't make any difference to the fact that I ate almost the whole fries before discovering it.

And yes, it was McDonald's, if you couldn't tell it from the container already.

Bro's Wedding

2008-12-14T21:47:00.004+11:00

This post is actually 2 months overdue. But oh well, at least it still managed to make it up here in the end.

The wedding is kinda important, because it was well, my brother's (duh) and it's also the fist wedding of my generation. It's so important that i have to drag my ass off the chair to a sampan and starts kayaking all the way back to Malaysia.

It's also a new experience for me as well. Cause i was told that I'm gonna be the best man for the wedding, at the night before the wedding.

But it isn't something worth much mentioning, cause being a best man for a Chinese wedding is as simple as "Stand behind the groom at all time, and do nothing." Well, at least that's what I did most of the time, blurring out here and there during the tea ceremony.

The wedding dinner was kinda fun though. You know, at the very least I have the chance to sit and eat. I was abit lost/blur in the beginning, organising the quests' sittings and stuff. At the end of the day it gave me the appreciation of how much effort ones put in, in a well organised wedding.

That night was also the first time I wore a suit. Yea, that's how pathetic I am. I doesn't have one myself, so I rented one. And as displayed in the picture above, it was pretty tight and uncomfortable. Seriously, a T-shirt anytime, hands down.

During the whole day, I myself kept a little cumulative calculation in my mind of the times I was bombarded with 'aunty-questions'. Questions like:
"When is your turn to marry ar?" - 4 times
"Have you got yourself a girlfriend?" - 20x times, I lost count.

But the most surprising question goes to a family friend of mine, an woman in her 50s (or at least that how old she looks like to me). She haven't seen me since I was 10. And the first question she popped at me when she saw me was "*Gasp* Did you have a nose job."

Yes, she seriously said that. I was dumbfcuked by that question that I totally have no idea how to reply her. I could give her a sarcastic response like "No..no, it's just your eyes that failing you, old age, happens to everyone" or I could be out right rude and shove a middle finger in her face. But no, I just shrugged and laughed it off.

I wouldn't be as surprised if she asked "Did you had liposuction?" cause it's understandable. But my nose? Heck, I didn't even realise my nose looks that good.

Forgotten

2008-12-12T21:08:00.000+11:00

Wow, been almost 2 months since I last posted. That's cause I've been really really busy lately.

And that would be an outright lie.

Just that I've been procrastinating for quite some while.

Note that even the chatter box is gone. Just can't be bothered to keep it up.

From now on, in order to motivate myself to blog more, i'm gonna keep everything short and simple.

Under my Desk...

2008-10-23T18:39:00.002+11:00

Why can't everything be wireless?

Back home

2008-10-21T22:07:00.003+11:00

I'm finally back to my room, and it's always feels good to turn on the power of your personal desktop and go onto the usual routine of ~~porn~~ internet, games and movies.

After 2 weeks hiatus, there's so many things to do, I don't know where to start. Mails, unpacking, uploading photos, laundry, new toys, bills, new games, movies-to-be-downloaded, et cetera.

And i'm gonna leave updating the blog last.

Phillip Island

2008-09-14T16:37:00.005+10:00

My parents came over to Australia to visit me few weeks ago. Unsurprisingly I became their tour guide and brought them to Phillip Island for a few days trip, with the help of my trusted iPhone google map - which i have to admit, is really really useful.

In that few days, we got very close to wildlife, penguins, fur seals, koalas, kangaroos, beaches, jungles, forests, volcanoes, and dinosaurs.

Mother Koala and her baby.

Scottish cattle - or somewhere I forgot.

"Ready the cannon!!", "Aye aye Captain Eratter!"

"Hey mister, could you please do me a favor?"

"Good, and swoop it over my right ear"

"Thanks, now I can see much better"

Lavender garden.

Pictures or fur seals colony and penguins are not available, cause the seals are too far away (have to observe them under a telescope) and it's prohibited to take pictures of tiny penguins parading in the dark.

That's because the flash will aggravate them, and before you know it, you'd be dead under their kungfu taught by Master Shifu of the Red Panda.

Hell yea, I'm not gonna take that risk. Just farking leave them alone.

Scarred and Punctured

2008-08-14T16:21:00.000+10:00

My car has been pretty unlucky last month. First was a punctured tyre by a very small piece of scrap metal.

Then, a stray stone hit my windshield when a 4WD overtook me in the highway, leaving behind a tiny dent - like a permanent white speck.

Looking at the bright side, at least now I know where the tools are located in the car, and how to change a tyre quicker, probably in less than an hour next time.

Hesitating...

2008-08-11T21:29:00.002+10:00

...whether i should jailbreak (crack) my iPhone or not.

Not sure if it's worth all the trouble, in present or in the future.

New Phone

2008-08-10T22:11:00.004+10:00

And this time, it's not just a phone.

It's an iPhone 3G!

The classic black front.

With a classy white back.

I opted for the white one ~~just so people would know the phone I'm holding is 16Gb~~ cause I prefer it better than the black. It matched with my white nano (not that i'm gonna use it anymore now) and ultimately I wanted a fresh colour after nearly 2 years with my black Sony Ericsson phone.

As i mentioned earlier, got this phone from my new phone contract. Guess that's one good thing signing up a contract in Aust, new phones every 2 years (hell yea!).

Even though the phone is larger than its predecessor, but it feels amazingly comfortable on the palm (not that i have a large palm anyway).

And of course, its much thinner too, which makes it feels less bulkier than my walkman phone when they're in my pocket.

And like its older brother, i did purchase a leather case for the iPhone when i get my hand on it. After all, a scratch on the touchscreen is a big no no.

Just like the nano (if not better), the box that comes with the iPhone is so cool. It would be a very nice ~~coffin~~ box to put my SE W850i on hiatus.

Yes, i love the iPhone, the camera is good, featured Apps is amazing (oh, how i love the Google Map) as well as the responsive touchscreen.

But at the same time, i also hate it.

I hate how i cannot use my own custom ringtones on the phone, but instead have to purchase ringtones off iTunes store if i want any. Like the iPod nano, i hate how fingerprints prone it is. And I hate how a sharp pin is required to remove or insert the SIMS card (which means I'll have to carry the pin around in case i need to swap Sims card).

Having said all that, I'm still loving it.

Melbourne Revisit

2008-07-28T21:49:00.002+10:00

It's been some time since i last went down to Melbourne.

And in that time, some things changed. Moron and Bastard has moved out to their own apartments now.

The old apartment in City Road sure brings back memories though, where a bunch of us had no where to go, trapped in that apartment with still no electricity connected at that time, forcing us to charge our mobile phones from the power outlet a few steps next to the lift. Oh, the embarrassment when passer-by gave those strange looks to us, who were crouching by sidewalk 'guarding' our phone.

The trip this time around is pretty fun though. In that 2 days, i bought 2 pair of jeans (woohoo, finally), visited Moron and Bastard new apartments, and met up with an old friend. In between having lots of asian foods, and signed myself up for a new phone plan too.

And new plan = new phone. But too bad, I have to wait for 3 weeks for the phone, cause the demand is too high apparently. So will be back to Melbourne very soon.

The F-Bomb

2008-07-09T18:20:00.002+10:00

I was babysitting my aunty's 9 years old son and her 8 y.o. nephew last weekend.

The three of us were playing Wii Sports -bowling to be exact- when I accidentally knocked one of my fingers. The sharp intense pain made me uttered - silently and very casually - "Ow, fuck!"

Opps...

Both of the boys immediately stopped and looked at me innocently.

"What did you said?" one asked
"Nothing."
"Did you said the F word?" asked the other
"No."
"I heard that too!" the other agreed
"No."
"You did said the F word"
"No."
"You sure?"
"No. I mean, yes. Look, you guys didn't hear anything ok? OK????"
"Ok..." (continued bowling)

Children, so naive.

My new baby

2008-06-24T20:27:00.000+10:00

Meet my baby, Toyota Yaris Sedan

Or more commonly known as Vios in Malaysia.

Been driving it for 3 weeks now, and loving it (except the noise part)

It's my most expensive possession, yet.

And to tell the truth, I did not test drive the car at all until I bought it. And I guess that only means I'm either
a) Stupid, or
b) Crazy
but I'd say I'm just not too fussy, because as long as it can drive, economical, certain degree of style and not too pricey, then it's all good.

Enough said, anyone interested in buying a spare kidney?

The smell of Autumn...

2008-06-02T21:17:00.001+10:00

........... is over.

Damn winter, so cold.

No More 'Fan Pan'

2008-05-20T21:03:00.000+10:00

And so I tried the last 2 games I brought from m'sia.

Gears of War, crashed at 100% installation - corrupted data.
Can you f#cking believe that?! At 100%? WTF?!

Why not at 99.5% instead? You piece of sh!t!!

Fine, I still got the last game, The Witcher.
The moment I chuck the DVD in, a dialog box with incomprehensible symbols popped up.

Bad sign. Very bad sign.

With my decade experience as a gamer, and blindly clicking on those symbols, I managed to complete the installation anyway.

It was installed, and watched an awesome opening scene. And BAM!

I questioned myself, but I am absolutely positive I didn't asked for a Chinese version.

Quality getting worse

2008-05-11T18:14:00.000+10:00

I still remember the when I first buy a computer game CD (read: RM5 per piece product), it's simple and all good to go.

And then as years go on, the installation getting harder and harder, with this crack, that crack, 3rd party software, CD image bla bla bla, you name it.

And now, not only the DVD getting expensive, the game itself cannot work at all! Arggh!!

Just whining cause I got corrupted data halfway through Assassin's Creed, and I couldn't repair it (including reinstalling). And then the stupid Gears of War totally not working - corrupted data halfway through the installation.

I guess I might better off use the other alternative next time. Torrent.

PS: So that's 2 out of 4 games I bought not working, I can't be bothered trying the other 2 (Witcher and Crysis).

While in Redang...

2008-04-27T01:36:00.001+10:00

We found Nemo

Redang Island

2008-04-06T23:10:00.000+10:00

On the last week of my holidays in M'sia, I went to the Redang Island. It was a family trip as well as my first time to the island in my 23 years of being a Malaysian.

It wasn't an easy journey though, as it took like 8 hours drive just to reach the jetty in Kuala Terengganu from Ipoh. Not to mention the drive took place after midnight, yea, 2a.m in the morning. No, I didn't sleep all the way there, not that I could sleep in those bumpy rides anyway.

After the 8 torturous hours, I had to endure another 2 and a half hours of boat journey.

Adding those up, it's more than 10 hours of sitting. I could feel my ass is so flat that for a moment there, I'm pretty sure my asshole disappeared.

Eventually, we did arrived at Redang Island safely.

The island wasn't much I'd expected. I was expecting rows of sky scraping 5 stars hotels lining along the great golden beach. But no, it looks more like some remote jungle with small huts and stalls selling foods along the way to the hotel (and there's like only 2 or 3 hotels in the whole island)

We stayed in the Berjaya Hotel which is tropically themed (and I guess tall grandly white hotel won't make it any more tropical eh). It was nice and good, and we already excited and started enjoying ourselves as soon as we step into the lobby.

I'll have to admit though, that the beach really live up to the hype (or at least to my expectation). The sand is like oh-my-god-so-soft and the water is oh-my-god-so-clear. And as soon as we jumped into the water, it was like oh-my-god-so-salty!

Bleekk! Saltiest sea water. Ever. It stings the eyes too.

'Cause it's only a 3 days trip, we literally did not waste any moment of it. Instead of sleeping through the whole day after such a sleepless journey, we ditched "chow kung" and enjoyed ourselves at the beach.

The second day has to be the most happening of the entire trip. We chartered a boat that brought us to 5 different destination, for a total of 5 hours.

That makes it an hour for each destination. At first we were all like 'only one hour meh, not enough lar'. But no, the guide was right. In the first 2 destination we were all so gung-ho and excited, but in the last 3 hours, we looked like spread out diarrhea (read: watery shits).

We should have noticed the change in pattern when the bumpy ride to the first destination was full of 'Wahs' and 'Oohs', and the second bumpy ride was........*dead silence*.......

Heck, my cousin even puked in the ocean as soon as we arrived at the next destination. But the moment those vomit touched the water surface, those fishes under was like 'Food!' and the mess was cleaned up within 10 seconds. Stupid fishes, no wonder they've evolved to be in the lower food chains.

And the next happening thing would be when I bare-handedly wrestled a 12 foot long blue shark who tried to get a piece off my muscular flesh. Or rather it was aiming at the bread I was feeding to those smaller fishes. So we struggled day and night, from heaven to earth, which in the end resulted in the death of the shark at the cost of my dislocated right arm.

And this story shall be told upon my next generation, sons and grandsons. As a lie.

The truth is, I was snorkeling at a speed along the reefs until this big fish (probably about 2-3 foot long) suddenly appeared in front of me. It stared at me with its mouth open. But the scary thing is that it has sharp short teeth. Yes, it's short, but hey, it's sharp ok?

My immediate reflex was to stop and push myself backward. And with a wide, strong back-swing of both arms, my right one just went 'snapped' and dislocated.

I can still remember the snapped sound followed by my swearing underwater. My immediate thought was 'Fuck.my.life!'. It wasn't because it's painful (which truthfully, is not painful), but it's because of all places, it has to happen in a remote holiday island.

I resurfaced and panicked at the thought of not being able to move my arm for the rest of the holidays. I could sense and feel the muscles, but the arm won't budge. Then I tried to push my muscle harder, trying my every effort to move my arm. The next thing I saw was this unnatural movement of my upper right arm and the joint just 'plopped' back in place. My arm was relocated just like that. With soring and pain came after.

As for the fish - the cause of all this trouble - probably turned around and swam away as fast as it could after noticing the tremendous power my arms could produce, with so much force that it could dislocates from its shoulder.

I basically spent the rest of the day snorkeling and swimming with just one arm. But the fortunate thing is of all five locations, four of them were coral reefs destination (with 1 short visit at the Long Island - more commonly known as 'Mo Mo Cha'). And with the life vest, it makes snorkeling effortless even with one arm. And we're all pretty much bored of all those coral reefs in the last few hours anyway.

The rest of the holidays were spent photographing, camwhoring, and eating. It was full of fun, especially when the whole 10 bunch of us decided to storm a tiny restaurant, ordered and ate like crazy. It was chaos. But fun.

But not until the next day when we spent another 10 hours sitting and driving all the way back to Ipoh.

I'll conclude this post with the photo of a squirrel caught stealing our food in the balcony.

Cheeky little bastard.

3 Weeks later

2008-03-30T17:56:00.000+11:00

I got myself a new pair of shoe,
Overdose of dimsums and chinese foods,

New winter clothings; jumpers, long sleeve-Ts, jacket, and long pants.
New stock of PC and PS2 games.
Triple dose of Ipoh Ngar Choi Gei.

Sun burnt.

A dislocated right arm

Photo taken 5 minutes before I dislocated my right arm

And then gained FIVE freaking kilos of body fat.

It takes me 3 months to lose 5kg and just 3 weeks to gain it back. Life's so unfair.

Cheers.

29th Feb 2008

2008-03-01T11:01:00.000+11:00

It's the extra day in 2008 leap year.

It is said that today is the day girls can propose marriage to guys. Sadly, no girls proposed to me today. Let alone marrying me, not even asking me to become a boyfriend.

In fact, I spent half of the day working, and the rest chilling out and packing for tomorrow's journey home.

And by packing, I mean packing other people's stuff. Yes, foods. Lots of them, pre-ordered by friends, relatives and families. Enough to fit the whole luggage.

Also included are 4 pairs of shoes, and a 2 feet tall transformer figurine box. Yes, I'm directing this to you and you.

That luggage has already fully occupied and reached its 20kg limit.

As for myself, I'm bringing only an extra underwear home, which has to be pathetically rolled and folded to fit into my pants' pocket!

I'm so gonna ask for 2 durians the next time someone is visiting Australia.

What I've been up to

2008-02-27T22:31:00.000+11:00

Noticed that I've let this blog rot quite a while now.

Not that I was too lazy to post or what, but it's just that my daily life has been very monotonous that it could bore any living being to death if I were to post it out (given that particular being managed to read the whole post).

Instead, I'll remind myself what I've been up to keep the little sanity in myself alive. Games.

Currently playing:
CoD 4 - multiplayer
Super Mario Galaxy

Currently listening:
Simple Plan - self titled album
One Republic - Dreaming Out Loud

Currently watching:
Lost
Survivor - Micronesia
SYTYCD Australia

On the bookshelf:
Atonement

.....

Yes, I know, I need a girlfriend.

My Sexier Back

2008-02-02T18:35:00.000+11:00

First, it's hot and reddish
Then, it tingles.
Soon, the pain seeps in.
And skin feels as if it's contracted,
and having trouble moving around.
Friction with clothings only makes it worse.
Then it forms blisters,

and leaving behind patches of dead skin (those black spot in the picture) when they dried out .
Then the skin starts to peel.

And now it's fucking itchy.

My Sexy Back

2008-01-30T17:32:00.000+11:00

...that looks like a big-fat-red-juicy-piece of BBQ 'Char Siew'.

Allow me to rewind and fast forward what happened.

My friends invited me to go to a trip in Venus Bay (roughly 30mins from my place) on Monday and I did not even hesitate, since it was public holiday.

We arrived, and I made two assumptions.

One; it wasn't that sunny, it fact it's not really that hot due to the chilling wind. So the UV wont be that bad. I took off my shirt.

Second; I'm a macho man, and macho man doesn't apply sunscreen. They're on the shelves for girls who care too much about their skin.

And so most of us get ourselves wet in the first half an hour.

And then we realized that beach is full of 'La La' (or pi pi as the locals call it). So we spend the next few hours digging up those mollusks and keeping them alive in bags.

If you have no imagination at all, the position of digging looks like someone on four, with its back facing the sky.

And thus my sexy back.

In the end, I learned that;
- never underestimate the damage of the sun in Aussie, even though it's not a hot day.
- Sunscreen is for everyone. Macho man included.
- Cooking Lala requires skills (washing them mainly).
- Better be bloody wearing back that white shirt of yours when you're not in the water.

PS: We dug and brought home more than 5kgs of those buggers in the end of the day.

Where Do I Fit?

2008-01-13T11:45:00.000+11:00

Where do you fit?

Your Results

Based on your answers to the questionnaire, you most closely resemble survey respondents within the Omnivores typology group. This does not mean that you necessarily fit every group characteristic.

Omnivores make up 8% of the American public.

Basic Description
Members of this group use their extensive suite of technology tools to do an enormous range of things online, on the go, and with their cell phones. Omnivores are highly engaged with video online and digital content. Between blogging, maintaining their Web pages, remixing digital content, or posting their creations to their websites, they are creative participants in cyberspace.

Defining Characteristics
You might see them watching video on an iPod. They might talk about their video games or their participation in virtual worlds the way their parents talked about their favorite TV episode a generation ago (OMG! This is so.true.). Much of this chatter will take place via instant messages, texting on a cell phone, or on personal blogs. Omnivores are particularly active in dealing with video content. Most have video or digital cameras, and most have tried watching TV on a non-television device, such as a laptop or a cell phone.

Omnivores embrace all this connectivity, feeling confident in how they manage information and their many devices. This puts information technology at the center of how they express themselves, do their jobs, and connect to their friends.

Who They Are
They are young, ethnically diverse, and mostly male (70%). The median age is 28; just more than half of them are under age 30, versus one in five in the general population. Over half are white (64%) and 11% are black (compared to 12% in the general population). English-speaking Hispanics make up 18% of this group. Perhaps unsurprisingly, many (42% versus the 13% average) of Omnivores are students.

Not all 100% correct, but good fun for something to do. Test available here.

On a Shopping Spree

2008-01-11T22:42:00.000+11:00

I don't know why, but the wind just blew into my head and I felt like keeping myself happy over the weekends by buying stuffs that I wanted (something I inherited from my family I guess). And here goes...

Gym/Exercise ball. Good, with a decent price ($20). Been wanting this for quite some time, but only finally took the first step of buying it. After hand/leg pumping the freaking 70cm ball, I told myself I had enough exercises for that, and since then has been sitting in the living room collecting dust.

Logitech Wave Cordless Keyboard & Mouse. Woo hoo! My desktop has finally gone wireless. Not to mention I grab these for quite a good price ($119) in a direct sales computer part store. I like the mouse, and I love the keyboard. Especially the soft hand-rest.

Nintendo Wii. One word, surprisingly fun (ok, make that two). It's secondhand though, but in very good condition, so good that I've wondered there's some internal error or other reasons it was sold. But for $329, it works fine and comes with 1 year warranty from the gaming shop.

I am truly surprised by the entertainment it provided, both the game Wii Sports (comes with the console) and Wii online contents. And to control downloaded Jacky Chan look-alike-Mii-character in boxing, getting punched by some noob AI? Priceless.

I've once had a dilemma on whether to continue worshiping Sonyism or convert to Nintendoism. I guess I've made my choice here. But I'm still have my eyes on a PS3, a white one in fact. I'm just waiting for another gust of wind to blow in my head again, that's it.

All these, together with another 2 new Giordano (cheap) T-shirts, Santa Claus has been very generous to me, and my weekend has been a satisfying one.

2007 Misc.

2008-01-09T21:09:00.000+11:00

Like always, there'll always be some musics which I'd really love and keep on spamming in the playlist until they burn into my memory and bring nostalgia whenever I listened to those songs again later in my life.

And 2007 is no exception, as it is one of the year I listened to a heck lots of songs.

The most played songs of the year 2007 in my playlist - click on it for bigger view (naturally older songs will have higher play count, but I guess 109 is really a huge number).

The picture shows it all, but I'll list out a few songs I particularly addicted to (until I could bloody well write down the whole lyrics blindfolded), and will certainly recall the memories of that certain period of my life in that year.

The Fray - How to Save a Life
Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars
Fergie - Big ~~Boys~~ Girls Don't Cry
Linkin Park - Hands Held High
Avril Lavigne - When I'm Gone
My Chemical Romance - I Don't Love You
Fallout Boys - The Take Over, The Break's Over

Albums that I really enjoyed:
Linkin Park - Minutes to Midnight
Maroon 5 - It Won't be Soon Before Long
Pink - I'm Not Dead
James Blunt - All the Lost Souls

I'll also have to admit that I enjoyed punk rock bands too, like; My Chemical Romance, Fallout Boys, and much more others.

And for the whole 2007, I only got 200 photos. And about 30% of that is not even taken by me (I transferred them from Retard). Guess that shows how dull the year has been.

And That Year Was...

2008-01-03T18:40:00.000+11:00

It was a year full of personal experience, self searching and character development. Not necessarily full of excitement and joy, but making changes and taking chances.

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That year started off with me watching fireworks by the Waterfront in Docklands with a few very close friends of mine, namely Freak and Moron.

I was then still classified as an unemployed, being just graduated a month ago.

It ain't a good start, being alone in Australia and thrown into this whole new world of job searching, and self dependence. I was stamped "Welcome to the real life, sucker!" right in my face.

I spent a month or so before, walking around Melbourne, submitting Resumes to every shops or outlets, restaurants, fast food chain stores etc, making every chances to get rid of the unemployment status branded upon my forehead. I was desperate for work. But unlike rumors, not desperate enough to sell my ass off to a gigolo shop (not that anyone will want it anyway).

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But I was among the few lucky ones around to score myself a part-time job right after new year. I remember I started my first-ever-paid-job officially in 8th January, as a waiter in a Ghin Khao Restaurant, a newly opened Thai restaurant in Melbourne.

It was a new restaurant, and so it seems unorganized at best. But the good thing was I was given equal chances to get to know one another with my then-colleagues, and getting things in order step by step, day by day, and learn from one another.

It was then in that year that I learned to use the touch-screen panel, cashiering, and even the chance the use a PDA to put in orders wirelessly (which the fun doesn't last long, because it's too impractical for a small floor-area restaurant).

Also were making lots of new friends, most of which had already lost contact, and some still in touch. Honorable mention to my then-supervisor (the fella on the right in the above picture) for being the most fun and easy-going supervisor I've met thus far. Who wouldn't like him when he'd shove you a drink at the end of the day saying "Technically, you're not supposed to consume the (soft) drinks in the fridge. But since the manager's not here...", *look left and right*, "who cares?"

Did I also mention that it somehow feels nice being called good-looking and macho by a homosexual couples? Of course, the compliments also come with chills down the spine and notes to self 'Stay away from him!'. And believe me when I said 70% of the staffs (including kitchen staffs) and 20% of the regular customers are homosexuals. And don't ask me how they define "macho", probably they never get the chance to see the layers of fat sitting beneath the black shirt.

Of course, it ain't all sunshines and rainbows. I've met hard-to-deal with customers, and was once accused by a customer yelling "You don't even speak English?!" when she couldn't get the extra curry sauce she wanted. I'm so sorry ma'am, that I have no bloody idea that I've been telling you in Japanese that the head-chef said he can't do it for you.

Worst was I had to put up with a lady boss (read: Bitch) trying to run the show whenever she's there. Not surprisingly, all the staffs hate her, for not keeping to the promises regarding the wages, as well as cheating on our hard-earned cash and lying that it was government tax. And the acronym 'MMB' has been awarded to her, which stands for 'Money Munching Bitch'.

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By February in that year, I worked for a part time and a casual jobs. 36 hours a week in that Thai restaurant, and another 12 to 18 hours a week in Think Asia fast-food restaurant where I learned how to serve 'Economy Rice'. The equation is simple, good customer = big portion, bad customer = smaller portion + finger dipped in rice.

Ok, may be not the finger-dipping. I'm not that unhygienic.

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That is why I'll have to say, the first quarter of that year was the most persevered hardship I've went through. Not only I have to work 6 days a week just to make ends meet ($750 rent a month not including bills isn't cheap), I also had to take public transports and walked kilometers from one workplace to another. I was also at my lightest then, weighing right on spot, 83kg (I am now, err.... forget it).

I won't say I hate it. In fact at times I enjoyed it. The busy workload keeps me occupied and I took it as a transition period of life, as a measurement and strengths of what may comes in the future. It was also times of city enjoyment, meeting different people, different places, different things.

~*~*~

At the end of the first quarter things started to go downhill. I ~~got kicked out~~ have to move out from my apartment because the lease was coming to an end. I was then homeless for a month, having to crash at my friends' house. Things get even uglier when my friends became homeless themselves and all of us had to separate to search for shelter at night. And at times like this, I'm glad I had a last card to play - my aunty's place.

But amidst the darkness, shone a light. I was offered a proper job (thanks to Freak and Chris) and had finally gone into the status 'employed' - professionally. And by mid-March, I quited both my part-time jobs.

Soon, my friends themselves got a place in the city they called home.

And then it was time of oblivion. Half of us was waiting to start work and another half was waiting to start studies. And when this bunch of nothing-better-to-do teenagers get together, we find ourselves entertainments, which primarily consists of;

peeping at the girl-next-block

stalling businesses of convenient stores

and of course, partying.

-_-_-_-

It was also that year that the team HD was dismissed, where every one of us decided to follow on with our own paths. We certainly ain't High Distinction students, but we certainly created some Hyper Disasters in those years.

Well, at least I'm still stuck with two of them now.

~*~*~

That year goes smoothly then, which was occupied with works, moving, and unexpected surprises.

But not until September when it comes to a rocky path.

It's not a hard path, but a sad one. I was given choices and were to take chances. And I chose here.

It wasn't hard to leave the place, but it's certainly hard to leave the people behind, especially those of whom I've grown to love to work with.

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And then it was the last quarter of that year, my fifth shelter of the year and fourth paid job of the year, and still are.

That year was a roller-coaster ride, a bumpy one too. I've learned to be financially self dependent, and fitting myself in that shoe my dad had always been. And I realized how big and heavy that shoe is, when I gave up a PS3 and Nintendo Wii for a piece of laminated paper called air-ticket. I'm just ~~plain~~ plane stupid (pun intended).

----

It was a year full of personal experience, self dependence and character development. Not necessarily full of excitement and joy, but making changes and taking chances.

And that year was 2007.

X'mas and New Year

2007-12-26T22:39:00.000+11:00

Wishing everybody and me, myself in the future re-reading this entry

"Merry Christmas 2007 and a Happy New Year 2008"

Note to self, more posts in the upcoming year.

Coming Home

2007-12-20T16:54:00.000+11:00

It's confirmed.

It's paid, and will have the airticket by tomorrow.

I can already smell the Ipoh Chicken Gueh Tiew Soup

Forgive me for I have sinned

2007-12-20T16:27:00.000+11:00

The previous post is a fake. I don't have a severed finger, all of my 10 fingers are still intact fortunately.

The pictures themselves looks abit odd and fake, so I never thought some of my friends (especially one) would take it so seriously.

That, was my excuse, and it was a mistake to post that entry in the first place. And I never intended to play with your feelings (even though it's fun). I hereby promised myself not to do it again, not until nearing April's Fool anyway.

Some clarifications though;
- The blood is real, as in my blood
- But that's no bandage, it's just tissue
- Those pictures are genuine, and not photoshopped (I'm not that good enough yet)
- Yes, I bent my finger

As in why there's blood, you'll have to use your imagination and figure out.

Chop, Drop, Gone.

2007-12-17T17:16:00.001+11:00

It took 22 years to grow,
1 careless split second to go.

Well, looking at the bright side,

Now there's one less fingernail to care for. 1 down, 9 more to go

Gifts!

2007-12-16T17:04:00.000+11:00

It's always a good feeling to receive gifts from other people, anytime, anywhere.

Eventhough the gifts not something valuable. But a little chocolate is never bad for health.
It makes me feels like a kid, receiving gifts from adults without nothing to give in return.

But of course now that I'm a working adult myself, I feel the obligation to return the favors.

Well..... maybe just not this year. But I'll remind myself next time. I wasn't prepared to receive the gifts to say the least.

Another Drama Unfolds

2007-12-12T16:47:00.000+11:00

Now that I mentioned colleague-F (for Failure) in the previous post, I guess I should continue the experience I had with her not so long after what she told me.

It happened in saturday morning, the extra ~~money~~ day that I chose to work in my weekends. Since colleague-F was doing the end of shift for that week, she's supposed to clean everythings up, run the machine in clean/standby mode, clear the bench, pack things up etc.

But no, hell no. It was a total mess. A shit load of mess. There were lots of milk (as in cartons of milk) all over the bench, and shitloads of trolleys full of milk in the incubator room. She also courteously leave a note saying "Sorry for mess. Back in morning to clean it up".

Morning? It is already morning. Or did she mean Monday morning when she starts the next week shift? Now, that's generous of her, considering she knows that me and my colleague will work on Saturday, and I will start on Sunday night. So in a way or another, she already expected us to clean up the mess for her, because those mess are totally in our way.

So of course, we're not gonna let it go just like that. My colleague snap photos and photos of all the mess, check the time of the cartons of milk (just to find out that she has not done anything at all for the entire shift) and called for the supervisor.

Anyway, I should have mentioned that it is normal for her to often leave mess for the next shift, but mess like this is once in a blue moon. She is also well known that she drinks before coming to work (work under influence) and a few occasions that she's obviously drunk during work. She has already received a warning for what happened before I came to work, but apparently her attitude persist.

Now that's just the filler part. Colleague-F decided to call later in the afternoon, just to check things out. Since she already half expected the mess to be fixed up, she said she gonna drop by with cans of alcohols for my colleague (read: bribery).

Confused of what to do, we phoned for our supervisor of what to do. Obviously, we're advised not to take anything from her, as possession of alcohols in workplace can be a serious offense. But if she insist, keep the cans and pass them to the supervisors as proof (proof of bribery I guess).

Now things going uphill. Climax approaching. It feels like watching some drama series in the TV, just that this involves real life experience and myself.

And there she comes during our lunch time. With beer cans in one hand, and holding her youngest child in another. Why her son? No idea, probably wanna get on our soft sides. I could as well imagine she says "I got two sons to feed, and plenty of alcohols to drink too. So I really need this job". (She's probably in her late 40s or early 50s, but her son is around 7 y.o.)

She didn't said much, just explain that she's "not feeling well" and so decided to leave all the shits for us to clean up. And by "not feeling well" one could possibly guess she's either being drunk or another excuse to slack off.

And then the climax. She passed the alcohols to my colleague, but my colleague refused, fearing that keeping those alcohols in his locker would poses some threats. (Or it could as well be colleague-F who then backstab him by taking picture of those alcohols in his locker and report to the supervisor). So he lied to her saying that he'll pick it up after work at her place (which he didn't).

And then she turned to me. Knowing that I'm no drinker, guess what? She decided to bribe me with money.

No, wait.

Money would be an overestimate. It's more like bribe me with her spare change!!! She starts to dig out all her coins from her purse, and then shoved all the coins to my side and said "that's for you, it's not much". (In a glance, there's roughly 10 bucks worth of coins in there)

I laughed and smiled while refusing to accept her ~~money~~ spare change. But deep down inside, I'm disappointed and thought "It's really not much! Is that all I'm worth?!". Even TV dramas can't be as idiotically stupid as this.

In the end I did not accept a cent from her. She didn't stayed for long and dashed out of the lunch room before getting found out by other people of what she's trying to do there. Before she does leave, she flipped me a 2 dollar coin (which IMO is kinda rude, because the coin just flipped from her thumb and hit the table - just like flipping a coin to a beggar on the street). Disliked, I shoved the coin to her son and said "Pocket money from your mom", which he quickly accepted and put into his pocket.

The drama comes to and end with me and my other colleague reporting the whole incident to the supervisor (including the bribery - which the supervisor commented as 'crazy'). We were told that he'll try to do something about that, and possible offer some help to colleague-F. Yes, offering some help, which has already been offerred to her months ago by giving her long weeks off to 'fix her problem'.

It would be interesting to see how things will unfold later of the day, and what the department gonna do about her exotic behaviour and WUI (working under influence).

PS:
In this whole incident, a few things did strike my mind though.

The first is, she tried to bribe both of us in front of her child. What was she thinking, and what will her son think of her when he grows up.

Secondly, if things like this were to happen in M'sia... no, it won't even happen, because she would have been fired ages ago for WUI and unprogressive work attitude.

Seriously, worst.employee.ever that I've met so far.

Work Ethic 1011

2007-12-09T12:22:00.000+11:00

Ok, I have to admit. When I'm working, I like to have things done for that day.
I have to meet my bosses' expectation, as well as my own expectation (for self improvement). After all I'm paid to do my jobs.

So sometimes, I'd tend to get things done asap, so I could lay down my lazy ass at the end of the day, knowing I've got most things done already. I'm not doing it to please anyone, cause after all, I will get paid the same amount. And I'm not aiming for promotion either, because there ain't any.

But then hor, there will be some people who don't like what I'm doing.

Then comes one day. Colleague-F (for Fail) approached me. She approached me and crap this and that. To make it simple, her meaning was "You don't have to work so hard to finish what Boss-A asked you to do for the day. Take your time, slack abit. Because if you get all the jobs done for that day, Boss-A would expect to get that much works done too."

So in other words, she's telling me that I'm making her looks bad.

But the fact is, she is bad (if not terrible). She is famous for being a slacker, taking breaks after breaks after breaks.

Aih....., so hard to please everyone.

What: They Said, I Heard, My Brain Processed

2007-12-09T00:17:00.000+11:00

Supervisor: "Davis, can you work this Saturday? You don't have to if you can't."
I Heard: "Davis, you want a chance to earn extra money this saturday?"
Brain: $Money
Response: Yea, sure.

**few hours later**

Supervisor: "Davis, I'm so sorry to ask this. Can you start work on Sunday night next week too? Colleague-X couldn't work, so I need you to take over her shift. I know I'm asking too much, but you don't have to work Saturday morning if you don't want to, so you could at least have a day off"
I Heard: "Davis, you want a chance to earn even more money this weekends?"
Brain: $Money++
Response: Yea, sure.

Supervisor: "Are you sure? No days off, you sure you can handle it?"
I Heard: "Are you sure you want to earn extra money?"
Brain: $Money...
Response: Yea, sure.

Supervisor: "Thank you very very very much"
I Heard: "Ok confirmed, you're booked in"
Brain: $Money....
Response: Not a problem (No, thank you)

It's (almost) confirmed

2007-12-02T21:50:00.000+11:00

Coming back to M'sia on 1st March 2008
....
And returning back to Aust on 22nd March.
....
3 weeks of holidays
....
I know I'm coming back at the wrong time. At times when friends and families working and such.
....
But not like I want to anyway
....
It's just life. Just gotta stick along with what comes along and what not.

3D Motion Sickness

2007-11-22T21:57:00.000+11:00

Or called simulation sickness, is stopping me from playing FPS (First person shooting) for too long.

As far as I know, I've been having this kind of sickness when I first played half life, my first FPS game ever. It's not the 3D graphics itself but the excessively fast, turning, shaking, jumping that makes my head dizzy. And strangely, it only happens to me in FPS game, but not third person shooting game (although some does, but the effect is minimal).

Those games make me feeling dizzy, nausea and sweat whenever I played them for too long. It's the same feeling I would have experienced from reading a book in a moving vehicle.

Apparently, half of the people will felt sick after playing those games for long. But as far as I know, most (if not all) of my friends do not experience such thing at all. When I told my colleague (who loves FPS games) about this, he said I'm being strange and gave me this 'living creature from another planet' kind of look.

But of course, having this sickness means my body, in a way, is more adapted to survival. Cause the sickness was caused by contradicting informations from the eyes and the inner ears. The eyes say 'the super fast body (in the screen) is moving, turning and jumping like nobody's business' but the inner ears say 'this lazy fat-ass is sitting on a chair and is static. The only part moving is the fingers'.

When the brain process these informations, being a smart arse it is, comes to the conclusion that the body is poisoned and hallucinating, and thus inducing feeling of nausea and sweating to expel the poisonous substances from the body.

Wait, does sweating removes poison? No it doesn't. Stupid brain. Go update yourself with the latest 'soft'ware. And stop making me sick when I'm playing Bioshock.

Dell 2407WFP-HC

2007-11-18T16:23:00.000+11:00

Like I mentioned earlier, the most expensive component of my new desktop would be the massive 24" monitor.

The original package only comes with the usual Dell 20", but since I ordered it during promotion, I got it upgraded to this monitor free.

At first, the monitor didn't really interest me that much, cause after all it's just a monitor for viewing, or so I thought. But not until I found out that it has FullHD 1080p support with HDCP and 1920x 1200 native resolution. I don't really comprehend what that all means, but my brain process it as "can support PS3, go for it dude!"

So yes, that means I don't have to buy another bigger TV when I got a PS3 later in the years, and to play it with my monitor in my room? Cool. And with PIP or PBP support? Awesome.

Add to all that, it has basically most video input (VGA, component, S-video etc) and even 4 USB port and 9-in-2 card reader.

That means I don't have to buy a card reader for my camera/phone memory sticks and I can conveniently recharge my iPod through the USB ports.

But all those are sidekicks really, what really interest me is the video support, really. So I tested playing my PS2 on the monitor. It works fine without whatsoever configuration.

Leon shooting zombies in widescreen

But then, at first I'm disappointed with the picture quality though, cause the game graphics looked pixelated, like zooming on a picture. I thought it was the component cable fault that I bought before that, so I plug back the original composite cable and change back the settings in PS2 hardware. Then the picture quality turned even crappier that I don't wanna mention it.

Only later that I found out that it's because of the resolution the PS2 support, which is like 480i, and the monitor is 1080p, so the picture looks slightly uglier than I expected. The more reason to upgrade PS3 now I guess since it support 1080p.

PIP (picture in picture). Ain't that much use, unless I want to wear a nerd glasses by the end of the year. Too eye-straining to even see the sidebar clock.

Now then, the picture ain't as bad as I portray it to be, cause it's still playable nonetheless. I'm just too fussy I guess, cause I expected too much but did not take into account the limit of PS2.

PBP (picture beside picture). This is less eye straining. In fact, it's not bad at all.

After all, there ain't much games for PS2 anyway. I'll wait till I get a better console like PS3 or Wii, and try it out again.

For the time being, I shall occupy myself with PC games.

PS: Please excuse the light reflection on the screen. I forgot to turn the flash off.

Ayam Brand

2007-11-16T00:33:00.000+11:00

It's a brand!
And it's Ayam!
It's Ayam Brand!

The chicken flew all the way here (or swim rather) in Leongatha.

Ah Bran must be very proud....

Losing Touch

2007-11-13T18:00:00.000+11:00

I'm so bored.

Even though I have plenty of games waiting for me to play.

I don't know why, nowadays games doesn't drive me that crazy anymore.

May be I have too many games in hand. Jumping from one game to another makes the previous game not that exciting to me anymore. And left to rot in the harddrive.

I looking for a game that would drive me totally addictively crazy, so I won't feel bored again.

Xmas arrive early

2007-11-11T16:29:00.000+11:00

During the hardship to fall asleep in the midst of chaos, a bright light appeared - with the noise of a truck.

It's a delivery truck which I've been highly anticipated. But I couldn't be sure, after all the payment has only been successfully transferred exactly a week ago. I opened the door just to be greeted by the delivery guy "G'day mate, I got a computer for you.

Great. It's all I've been waiting for. The arrival of my new playmate, I mean desktop computer.

With a sign, I got 3 boxes; monitor, speaker and desktop + accessory.

It was 12noon and I slept at half past 7am. I was sleepy, but like a child, the excitement of a new toy outweights it all. So screw the sleep cause it's time to unwrap the box.

Within minutes, my room was a mess.

And I spent the next hour unpacking, clearing up my table, untwisting the electrical cord and installing the desktop. Then another 3 hours starting up the desktop, transferring files, updating softwares, downloading softwares and installing softwares - just to make my desktop fully furnished with the stuffs I normally use.

And after all that, I spent the next few days admiring my new toy, testing its limit and adjusting myself to the new Vista OS.

I gotta admit, Vista is very eye-candy. Sure, it makes me "Wow!" in a few areas, but it also makes me "Argh!" when I can't make it do what I want it to do - and of course, when it crashed due to incompatibility issues.

Sorry babeh, I really love you, but I got no choice but to put you on the floor, next to the rubbish bin, because my small table just can't fit you in, not after your 24" partner took up the space.

One particularly annoying thing about Vista is the User Account Control. It's supposed to help improve security. But the so called improved security is just an extra click implementation. Whenever I tried to copy or transfer files, this UAC thing will pop up prompting "Are you the administrator of this computer?" and I would have to click 'yes' to continue.

I can't help but to wonder if some guy using my computer unauthorized would really choose 'no' and go "Ah shiet! I have to click on 'no' because I'm just so bloody honest not to click on 'yes'".

I'm not sure if I could implement some password protection in this feature because I can't be bothered trying to input my password every single time I copy or transfer files into my PC. And fortunately, this UAC feature can be disabled.

I'm so smart as to have my PC comes with a TV tuner + remote so I could watch/record TV on my desktop, but not smart enough to figure out that the antenna reception in my room is so crap that all I receive is grayish fuzzy pictures with "bzzzzzz" noise.

Enough rambling. The desktop was Inspiron 530 ordered from Dell. I choose it for a desktop that is competence to play new and upcoming games, but not an extreme gaming desktop.

So to simplify it all, its spec is;
Core 2 Duo, GeForce 8600FX, 3Gb RAM, and 500Gb harddrive.

But because I bought it during some kind of promotion, I got another 500Gb additional HD free, and free upgrade to 24" monitor.

Mouse, keyboard and 2.1 speaker are all included of course (and I'm very surprised with the speaker too, cause the sound it produces is very good, at least for me)

And the price, let's just say it's not cheap. It's cost me roughly 2k. I know for that price I could get something better, or much better if I convert it to RM and buy it in M'sia (which is a completely different story all together).

But I've done some online research, and I think for that price, it's good enough for a decent desktop with free delivery and decent upgrades. And of course, the most expensive of it all would be the 24" monitor, which retail price itself at Dell website is around $999 (or $800 now).

I'll probably post more about the monitor, cause for the meantime, I need to play games. Games that I missed a few years back because my laptop just can't make it.

As If

2007-11-09T02:44:00.000+11:00

These words is so common there days that i heard them and read them everyday.

I hear them from friends
I see them in MSN
I see alot of them in games

When they don't agree - As if
When they die - Sif (short for "as if" in games)
When they failed to kill you - Sif!
When you pawn them - Siffff!!!!

And lots lots more....

As if....

Nightshift Aftermath

2007-11-02T01:09:00.000+11:00

It's never been so much fun trying to sleep when

the birds keep chirping to have early sex with its partner
the sun so bright that it makes my room like a microwave
the cars come and go to drop off kids to school
the lawn mowing machines roaring, hunger for the tall grass of spring

And in the end, born a zombie in the workplace at night.

Mebbe that's why they say there's ghost at night.

To Turn Nocturnal

2007-10-28T18:32:00.000+11:00

This weekend, I've been training up myself to sleep at 6am and wake up at 2pm.

Why?

Cause I'll be working night shift this coming weekdays. From 10pm till 6.30am.

Sounds great? No. Not after weeks of waking up at 6am to work and going to bed at 10am.

And for my training, I've failed. I couldn't even stay active until past 2am, and felt like I've been sleep-walking after 12am.

I'll need help to stay awake at work.

And I've got it. Let's just hope they'll last for 8 hours.

Oh and did I mention it will be creepy in the laboratory/factory alone? They said they see stuffs walking in the factory before.

Ooo....... Scary.....

My Wish Lists

2007-10-18T18:03:00.000+10:00

For this year:
1. A new gaming desktop
2. A PSP
3. A Bike

Christmas is coming, I'd be more than happy to receive any international courier with any of the items above. Oh, written check or cash is acceptable as well.

But if you're thinking of saving something big, then it's understandable for me to wait for my next year wish lists, which of course would be:
1. A car (I'd prefer Toyota Yaris Sedan)
2. A PS3 (60Gb would be enough)
3. A gaming laptop (Not asking much, just something with Core2 Extreme probably)
4. A new model of iPhone (If there's any)
5. A Nintendo Wii (Just so I won't be bored with my PS3 or PSP)

I know I'm spoiled, but I'm not asking much now, am I?

Just another house

2007-10-18T17:43:00.000+10:00

These photos has been taken 2 weeks ago and has been sitting in my album for quite some time now. Decided to put it up before I delay it any further.

It's obvious, but it's the house i'm renting in Leongatha, the town i've just moved in for work.

considering the same amount of rent I'm paying each week, this house is much smaller compared to the previous one. But still, it's good enough lar.

It's a double story unit house, which is not a common type of house in the countryside.

A journey up the stairs take you to my room, with a walk-in wardrobe and a full length mirror

Neat huh? Also not to mention that the wardrobe is equipped with something warm and big. And that is...

The water boiler tower on the other side of the wall. -.-''

Don't ask me why. Go ask the architect instead.

Friday Night, Party Right

2007-10-06T16:38:00.001+10:00

This party was supposedly for the farewell of our manager. But let's just say it was then a farewell party for the rest of us, working for X-company in Yarram.

I had enough of typing lately, but the picture will pretty much speak for themselves.

It's a party of chit-chatting,

Some photographing,

Some booze,

More booze,

Much laughters,

Photo-taking again,

There are drinks, appetizers,..

Me and Mark

main course and deserts.

She said I got man boobs, so I showed her what real man boobs are.

Best of all they're all provided, free.

Did I mentioned there's also strip-dancers?

And clown in pajamas?

After all, it's a big day out.

And oh, before you start commenting, you don't need to remind me that I've gained weight. So do me a favour and keep it to yourself. :P

What I've Been Missing

2007-09-27T16:25:00.000+10:00

After celebrating Mid-autumn/Mooncake festival and staying in my aunty's house for almost a week, I've realised what I've been missing while I'm in Australia.

I've missed those get together moments of my big extended families in Msia. Where children gathered and play lanterns, lighting up candles around the house, eat like crazy, foods and chatters. Of course, I'm too big to carry a lantern now, but looking back at the past sure is nostalgic.

My heart sank even deeper when I called my dad just to have him told me "Oh, we're in Cameroon Highlands right now celebrating in a rented bungalow. All of them (my cousins) are here, we're BBQ'ing and drinking, chilling the cold air..." and so on.

That's what family are for. When celebrate together. But when you're there, they tell you how they celebrated, to make you more miserable.

Oh well, after all I did have some good moments in my aunty's house and had nice foods and mooncakes. I even had two durian mooncakes. But instead of satisfying my hunger for the King of Fruit, now I crave it even more. I hope they'll be durians when I come back.

A Day in Leongatha

2007-09-23T23:18:00.000+10:00

8.30am
Reached Leongatha, and walked to the first real estate agent to look for house to rent. Then drop by at other real estate agents to search further. Fruitless.

10.30am
Dropped by McD to have breakfast. Continue to search for more accommodation options including motel, caravan park, backpackers etc.

12.30pm
Looking for accommodation in another real estate agent. Jasmine need to catch a bus to Melbourne. After she left the office, the middle-aged male agent told me "she's lovely isn't it?", and thought we're couple. And I replied "No, ...and for your information, he's a guy". The agent freaked out big time. Just kidding.

1.00pm
Went around to different real estate to drop my contacts so they could give me a call when there's any accommodation available.

1.30pm
Looking for toilet for emergency, so decided to drop by KFC, and for lunch as well. Then to the cinema to buy a ticket for 'Evan Almighty' showing at 3.30pm. Then walked to the library to spend some time. Read a book about animal intelligence, quite interesting.

3.00pm
Reached cinema earlier than expected. Sit, stand and walk around, waiting patiently for the show and hoping it would be well spent.

3.30pm
Enter the cinema, I was alone. Totally alone. Sure brings back memory of watching a movie alone, but this time, more pathetic cause it's really 'alone'. Luckily, 2 more couple joined me. Unsure if I should be grateful because I have company, or miserable because they're couple and I'm not.

5.00pm
Movie finished after a few laughs or two. Coincidentally it was raining outside and struck with the idea that "a flood is coming" - like what happened in the movie. Walked to the bus station under the rain, enjoyed getting soaked as I walked.

Met with a junkie-lookalike middle aged man in the station. Just the two of us since the bus only arrive at 6.30pm. He asked me if I'm interested in buying old coins and started to show me all these old antiques dated from as long as so-called 'ming dynasty'. Yea right, it looks more like he stole those antiques from somebody and trying to find a fortune out of it. And some of the things look fake anyway. And I wonder is he knows when was Ming Dynasty. Then he dug out a stamp album from his old plastic bag which obviously belongs to somebody else and started telling me how valuable those stamps are. Seriously, who would bring around all these junks around unless he f*cking stole it and trying to scam people out of it.

5.45pm
My phone rang (many thanks to the lady who called me regarding backpackers accomodation), and I took that chance to get away from him saying that I "gotta go". Walked back to the city and into a pizza restaurant to grab my dinner and a hot drink.

6.15pm
Pizza was running a bit late than I expected, so had to make it as takeaway. Returned to the bus station.

6.30pm
The bus was late (damn it!) so had to met with that junkie-lookalike again. Had my pizza there and offered the man a piece, just out of courtesy really. Thought he wouldn't want it, but no, he took it. Damn!

And then I heard the biggest bullshit in my entire life, ever. The man started telling me all this exaggerated life experience of his, that he grew up in Yarram (after I mentioned that I'm going to Yarram) and that he used to work in X-company (after I mention to him that I'm working for X-company). And then he further exaggerating that he got fatally bleached inside out by hydrogen peroxide when he was working in X-company factory, and if it really happened, he's just stupid enough not to wear any protection.

And then even bigger bullshits (Seriously, I really felt like puking when I was listening to what he was saying, really), that he's now an inventor after the accident. He said he called NOKIA about the idea of creating water-proof cellphone. F*ck! I don't even know NOKIA company phone number! I must be so ashamed of myself.

And then he told me secretly that right now he's creating this gadget which he hasn't told anyone yet. It was such a BIG project that I can't remember (bullshit overload, please forgive me).

Oh wait, it has something to do with attaching those device under boats so they could detect any nearby objects to avoid collision. As far as I can remember, those gadget existed years ago even before I was born. Sorry mate, your so-called invention is a little bit too late now.

7.00pm
The bus finally arrived (and thus saved me from all those puke-inducing bullshit). The fella went up the bus 1st, but apparently there's something going on up there which I had no idea about since I was the last on the queue. He came back down telling me he was looking for his ticket (apparently he 'lost' it). I just promptly replied "oh, I see...." and bought my ticket and dashed to the seat. Like hell I'm gonna buy you a ticket after you took a slice of my pizza. I didn't see him after that, not even sure if he went up the bus or not, and I don't care either.

On the way back to Yarram..
Reflected all the things that had happened to me in just one day. It was all good experience. Sometimes having different experiences once in a while is nice. It makes me feels alive. It makes me understand that there's a big world out there full of different people, good and bad. Life is not just about you, working and earning bling bling. It's about purpose. And my purpose right now is earning bling bling as much as i could. :)

Swear It Again

2007-09-17T21:18:00.000+10:00

When I first watched 'The Departed', my first reaction was like "Whoa, what's with all this swearing? A new trend to include the F-word in every sentence?"

But it's not until I watched 'This is England'. The swearing in this movie is so excessive that it makes 'The Departed' looks like a Barney show (I love you, you love me, we are one happy farking family).

In the show, the F-words were used in almost every sentence, from the beginning of a sentence till the very end. And strangely, they pronounce it 'fock' rather than the proper 'fuck'. It's their accent, I know, but the excessive focks in the dialogs somehow gave me the image that they're throwing knives and forks at each other as they swear.

Crazy enough, I started counting the number of times F-word are used in the movie. Unsurprisingly I lost count not even half way through the whole movie, and my guess is, it's abused more than 200 times.

After 2 hours watching the movie, I just couldn't get those 'focks' out of my mind, and was verbally challenged not to swear it along.

PS: The movie is somehow boring, but meaningful (only if u managed to watch it all the way till the very end)

PSS: IMO, 'The Departed' is so bad when compared to 'Infernal Affairs'. The original version is much better.

You know it's time to go on a diet when

2007-09-14T15:36:00.000+10:00

the first response from your friend who hasn't see each other for five months was

Cantonese:
"Wah! Lei fei jor wor!"

Translation:
"Oh. My. God! You're so freaking fat!!"

That comment alone had forced me to go on a diet of plain white porridge for a week (not to mention a kick in his arse as well)

Living in Commercial Road

2007-09-08T20:43:00.000+10:00

As promised (or did I?), finally uploaded those pictures (total = 7) of my current house to my laptop, resized, and uploaded into my photobucket, which took me two full days. Phew~ *wipes forehead*

It's a long and tedious job, i know.

And that's my room, which took me one full day to unpack and another to put them into places. PS. to whom it may concern, your toy is in the top left corner of the picture *ahem*

But the good thing about the house is the backyard, beautiful backyard, though im not a fan of gardening.

And a little to the left is the shed and BBQ area. Ironically never had the chance to try it out during summer as i'm moving out soon.

Heck, there's even pumpkin, but too bad... didn't look juicy enough to interest me.

and lastly, the entrance to the backyard.

Like i said, about to move out soon due to 'unforeseen circumstances' even though i've just moved in recently.

Ah.... life is so full or unexpected surprises.

Chop, Bang, Gone....

2007-08-29T15:31:00.000+10:00

I was planning put some pics of my recently moved into new house. But bam! Reality hits. Real hard.

There was a road, a straight one, which I saw just days ago. It's a boring road, but I don't mind going through it, after all, it's just 2 years. Not that long.

But then the higher-ups decided to break the road. And now I have no choice but to take a detour. There's 3 detours. One is impossible for me to walk onto even though it's a much better future. The other a short one with a dead end right ahead even though it's a simple choice. The 3rd one is full of uncertainties, unfamiliar environment.

I'm deciding to take the 3rd one. Let's just hope everything will be going just right this time. I hate obstacles. Especially obstacle this big one here which doesn't gains me anything when i over come it.

Life sucks. Unpredictability sucks.

But my heart goes to all my friends and colleagues who are in even worse condition than I am. Much worst. I considered myself lucky.

Hairy Harry no more

2007-08-18T21:41:00.000+10:00

No, no. I didn't get my manly body waxed or shaved just to make me look like a "pak cham kei" (white-chop-chicken). It's just that I've finished the last book of Harry Potter in just two weeks.

Now, before any of your guys went "Wtf? two week? you n0ob slow reader!", I'll have to declare that I'm not a fast reader, nor a nerdy bookworm (like those jokers who dressed like Harry Potter to the cinema). In fact, I read the book through a PDF file. Yea, e-book, or whatever you call it. And yes, i downloaded it from the all-wonderful Torrent.

So, taking into account my slow reading capability and limitation to only read from my laptop (talk about eyesore and backache....), 1-3 hours a day in 2 weeks time is considered a good record, for me at least.

All in all, I've have to say I enjoyed the book thoroughly, even though there are bits and pieces in the book that I don't quite comprehend. Mainly because I have not read any of the first 6 books and only got the big picture from the first 5 movies.

But the good thing about reading from my laptop is that Wikipedia browser is just a click away. I had a fairy good idea of what is going on, the history, the characters and the spells after constant researches during the tough reading time. Never had I put so much effort into reading a book, let alone doing my university assignments.

But frankly, if not because because of the movies and wikipedia, i would have thought that:
Voldemort looks like Orochimaru...

Ron and Ginny are the only Weasley children (and they are 7 of them! OMG)

Avada Kedavra is a type of fruit that looks like avocado....

Expelliarmus is a Yoda catch phrase when he's about to expel a fellow Jedi Knight

And many more stuff which i finally knew that I thought wrong all along.

Ah, back to the book. It was exciting reading it, especially the climax a.k.a. final battles. Beforehand I read a few reviews saying that this is the darkest series so far with lots of deaths as if, and I quote, "JK Rowling wrote this book in a very bad mood".

So I was expecting a lot of deaths, but meh... the number of deaths is not as high as the number of brutal casualties in the movie '300' anyway. Personally, i find the unpredictability and deaths actually gives a 'flavour' in the book which makes it interesting.

So for those who is about the read the book, enjoy it.
Those who don't want the buy the book, download it.
Those who is about to commit suicide because the series has came to an end, get a life, it's just a damn fictional story book.

Moving again

2007-08-08T18:23:00.000+10:00

Will be moving house in the coming days. So will be busy packing and repacking stuff.
After will be isolated from the worldwide web because of temporary unavailability of a wonder called internet.

Adios

I.am.so.bored....

2007-07-26T18:53:00.000+10:00

- that I googled...
"How to choose banana"
because all the bananas that I bought are dry and tasteless.

- that instead of logging into blogger.com, I logged went to booger.com

- that I downloaded and reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, with Wikipedia browser ready for an instant click of 'search' of those names or spells that I'm not familiar with.

- that I just found out that Weasley's have 7 children, which at first I thought only have 2; Ron and Ginny

- that I'm power leveling up my characters in 'Disgaea 2' to Lvl 9999 (OMG!!! It's possible!!)

Channels don't "click"

2007-07-20T17:59:00.000+10:00

So I went down to Melbourne again last Tuesday, mainly to deliver some butters and doing some catch ups, and of course Harry Potter movie.

My aunty picked me up from the train station when i arrived, and i planned to hand around in the house for some quite time in her house (kids out to school), practicing piano, chatting, and even decided to accompany her to the kids' swimming lesson, before i escape to city of Melbourne.

And then I alone was with John and Mel in the swimming center (their mom's trying to find parking). It was 4pm, their training session was up, they're all dress-up, Mel happily jumped into the pool and follow her instructor for the short half an hour lesson.

And then this other boy, decided to throw a tantrum and refused to swim. Why? Because "it's not the same teacher" and he "wants his old teacher". Put aside his unreasonable excuse, I did what i'm there to do. To consult and convince him to swim.

I tried and tried and tried so hard to convince him to swim (that his new instructor won't bite - she's a blonde young girl in her 20s anyway), but all i can think of was:

"Hey, she's a beautiful blonde girl! Why are you still complaning?"

"She's in her swimsuit waiting for you! What are you waiting for?"

"It's your chance to get close and personal with her! OMG dude!!"

"Just look and her ~~boobs~~ chest and swim as she told you, she'll be there holding your hand!"

Of course, I kept those words to myself and did what i did best - wait for his mom to settle his business.

On another note, after the swimming session, i met his "old teacher" which he's so desperate for. She's a woman in her mid 30s or early 40s.

Gosh! What's wrong with kids these days?

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Quote of the day:
"You want dvd version of Die Hard 4, which is not even showing in the cinema here (Australia) yet. Don't you think you're asking for too much?", my friend shot me when i asked if that movie he just transfered to me was a DVD-rip.

PS: The Harry Potter movie isn't really that nice anyway. The previous one is better. I was expecting a lot more violence, actions, magic-spammings in this movie, but blah, it's not that satisfying at all. A lot of things were not explained as well, left me confused in the end. And why do they have to make that Chinese girl looks so bad? - as in betrayal, not physical appearance.

I know What You did Last Tuesday

2007-07-06T15:52:00.000+10:00

No, I didn't murder anyone, nor i rape someone.

I just went to Melbourne to visit my aunty's house.
And watch Transformers, alone.

Yes, you ~~heard~~ read me right, alone.

Not that it was my first time watching a movie alone (the 1st time was watching Starwars Episode III), but I'll have to admit i enjoyed the experience this time.

My aunty and her kids went to watch Bridge to Terabithia which i opted to watch Transformers by myself, because I've already watched ~~downloaded~~ Bridge to Tera before that.

I'll have to say it does feel awkward when you're sitting in the middle of the row and sandwiched by two groups of friends. In other words, it looks pathetic. Very.

The guys sitting beside me actually gave me that "OMG weirdo detected" when they saw me sitting in the middle of the row alone, to which i simply ignored by pretending to SMS someone. You know, at least that gives them the impression "I'm waiting for my friend to arrive", which of course did not arrive at all.

But then again, i enjoyed the movie thoroughly. Especially when i'm alone and no kids are there to disturb me.

Early Xmas present!

2007-06-22T17:08:00.000+10:00

Yea!!
Santa Clause sent us early christmas presents down to my chimney one night! Why?! Because I've been portraying good behaviors, endless kindness and God knows wat else.

And now, the big present right in the chimney was....
*drums roll*

FIVE. DEAD. BIRDS!!
No more, no less! How awesome is that?!

They're intact, they're bone-dried, what else could you expect?! Santa must have gave me this present to stew some bird ~~nest~~ soup, i reckon.

And for that, i'm so going to put spikes, nails, blades - or whatever that is associated with PAIN - right under the chimney on christmas eve. Just to make sure that when Santa decided to jump down into the chimney for my next present....

the next house he'll go to will be that of a proctologist.

My Fave Food in my State/Country

2007-06-07T19:51:00.000+10:00

Since the meme said 'food in my state/country', that means i should write foods in Ipoh and M'sia yea? Cause it's my state/country i belong to. But then again, what food would be my favourite other than Ipoh's food? KL foods never leave any crazy-craving memories for me, nor foods in aussie - well, since i cooked most of the day.

I never fancy mamak food or malay food so much that they're in my list of favourite foods. Nuff said, the foods that always have a place in my heart...., i mean, i stomach, would be the food i grew up loving for. And that would be Chinese food. Particularly the dishes from my uncles' restaurants (yes, two of my uncles are chefs in Ipoh).

I would like to say that of all meat, i like Fish the most, well... if not seafood. And i've always loved "cheung ching kam fung" - direct translated to:

sauce steamed gold fish(?)

Err...... probably not a good idea to ~~sauce-steamed goldfish~~ direct translate the dish name eh? Might get the wrong idea that my uncles cook little cute gold-fish as shown to serve to their customers.

My second favourite would be "Kam sar har" - direct translated to:
Gold Sand Prawns

*not going to put up photos of sand + prawns here*

Of course, i don't have proper pictures of the dishes because im in australia (duh...). So instead, allow me to put up a not-so-proper picture of the dishes:

Instead of taking photos of food being served, i have a tendency to take pictures of food after served. So just bear with the 'availability' of my pictures.

Well shown, not even a single rice nor a drop of sauce on the plates. Must be damn tasty you reckon? OR the I must have been damn bloody hungry.

There's lots more food I'd choose, but of dishes that are special to Ipoh as a city itself, i would have to list down the well known Ipoh Kueh Tiew (or kuew teiw? kuih teuw? kuih meow?).
And again, no picture.
I know im being pathetic here. I can only think of the food in my mind and can't eat them whenever i want to.

And since i'm in aussie, i think it would be right for me to include a food from aussie which would be my all-time favourite.
*Drum rolls*....

Doritos!!

(Like i said, picture of food after served)

I know it's not considered a proper food, but hey, it's junkfood, so it's food!
Heck, this overload of doritos in the rubbish bin must have mean i loved them so much that i gained 7 kilos because of this!

Oh well, talking about my 'good friend' returning to my side drained out all my mood to write further. Hell, i don't even feel like tagging people.

But i'll still tag it to:
Loopy and Angelus (tagged yet again)
David and Sis (Something to exercise ur lazy fingers)

Too many for a pair of ears

2007-05-30T15:56:00.000+10:00

I'm currently listening to many new songs, particularly from 2 albums, Linkin Park and Maroon5.

I've quite surprised with Linkin Park new album, when i was expecting some rock songs like Numb, Faint etc. But most of the songs are - to me - soft and easy-listening. But i like the albums and enjoy almost all the songs (excluding 1).

Songs currently spamming on my iTunes day and night:
Hands Held High - LP
Shadow of the Day - LP
Goodnight Goodnight - Maroon5
Won't go Home Without You - Maroon5
Reset - Okami Original Soundtrack

With Lines and Shades 2

2007-05-30T15:38:00.000+10:00

Before you start accusing me for being excessively narcissism, the first portrait that i drew is not myself. In fact this is my only 3rd portrait - a proper one of course excluding all those manga-like pictures i drew back in secondary school.

And who's the lucky first i drew? I'm not telling, cause you guys won't know anyway.

With Lines and Shades

2007-05-30T01:51:00.000+10:00

Someone sketched a portrait of me, which cost me $25 bucks.

(I dun have a scanner or photoshop to 'clean up' the picture, it was taken with a camera under my dim room light, so please bear with the image)

...

Ok, i lied. I drew this picture myself.

Don't ask me why, i was bored with my days-off.

Ps: I'm so bloody tempted to not draw my mole >.< But then I thought just an extra 'dot' won't hurt....

Another year older

2007-05-08T21:36:00.000+10:00

Sad to say, i'm no longer 21 years old, no longer 'pok pok chui'. Well, not that i'm 'pok pok chui' to begin with.... but more like 'tai toh mou' (translation: too hairy). It's also abit depressing to know that my maturation period has ended and thus a stop to sex organ development. Oh come on, be real, girls want bigger boobs, and guys want bigger nuts. I'm just following the norm.

Ahem, let's drop that topic.

Unlike last year, i dun have a big party this year, and i'm also not a fan of organizing a big party for my ownself. Let's just say my superstitious mom got brainwashed by some 'bomoh' and told me not to celebrate my b'day this year, which like I say, doesn't really matter much to me anyway cause i ain't celebrating for being a year older.

But then when the clock hits midnight, i was waken up by Bastard, Moron, Freak and Charlton, with a cake full (I mean, really FULL) of candles right in front of me! I was surprised, of course, when i thought in my half-asleep conscious that i was about to be gang-raped by four sex-criminals who practise SM - you know... with candles and cake. The only thing that held me back from yelling for help was their not so rhythmic b'day song with not so melodic voices.

Of course, I'm very very grateful for what they did and their efforts to keep it surprise for me, as well as the nice cheese cake treat (with full of 22 candles' holes). Then I went back to sleep after a slice of cake, never happier than to have barely escaped being gang-raped by four sex-maniacs.

So, a very big thanks to all my buddies (msia or aussie alike) for the efforts, sms'es and calls. I wanted to list them all but it's been so~ long that i forgot the list.....

I know, it's a lame excuse. But it's ok to be excused on your b'day right?

Of course, thanks for my family too, and not to mention a second surprise by ex-darling (aka Bitch) too, which i'm not going to disclose.

A case of none

2007-05-06T21:11:00.000+10:00

Guess what?

I went fishing today, after work.

Moron is here in yarram for the weekend because he's missing his Freak. Moron is a fishing freak himself, but Freak is not, but none the less Freak does join me and fishing-freak for fishing today. Confused, no?

And guess what?

I caught a grand total of~~~~~~
...
...
...
...
...

ZERO fish~!!!! ~\(*o*)/~

It is a big improvement!!! Because i didn't hook myself up nor accidentally threw the whole fishing rod into the wide-blue-sea together with the bait! No, such humiliatingly-disgraceful accident didn't happen!! Three cheers for Eratter!!

And i enjoy the trip. And i like it most when i fly the bait as far as i could into the open sea, because it looks cool at that particular moment with those 'whoosshh' sound. Well... of course that's only if you didn't hook yourself up or the person next to you in the action.

Well, in case you're wondering im a n0ob in fishing, I'll have to admit I am. But i do have my own good reasons for the zero results.

First, it was very, VERY, cold and windy tonight. So having read the uni-Fish-sal weather report the night before (read: fish instinct - heck, even spider got instinct, why not fish?), all the fish decided to migrate all the way from southern Victoria to Brisbane Gold Coast to keep themselves warm and cozy, as well as getting a chance ogling at those naked humans on the beach.

Second, Freak was there with us, and her presence alone freaks all the fishes away. You get the deal :)

Idiot me

2007-05-05T18:47:00.000+10:00

Sometimes I just can't understand how idiotic i can be.

It's beginning of work and i was assigned to streak plates (as had been for the past 3 weeks). I saw one of my colleague was already streaking on the bench. She's not usually assigned to streak, cause she's in charge of some other area, but I guess it's different that day.

Out of courtesy, and wanting to initiate a conversation i spit out stupidly "Oh, -insert name-, you're streaking today?"

She gave a sort-of-confused look and responded "Oh... yes Davis, I'm streaking", and then gave me a sarcastic smile (Yes, IMO, a smile can be sarcastic at given time).

Of course she's streaking today! She's right there streaking in front of me and yet those stupid words just flew out of my mouth naturally, as much as i hate to admit it.

Maybe i just sucks in socializing and might as well act cool and stay down until they initiate a conversation first. Yes, that would be better. Lesson learned.

Born with it, Proud for it

2007-05-05T18:24:00.000+10:00

My senior colleague beside me was writing a list of names when:

Her: Davis, what's your last name?
Me : Loo.
Her: 'L', 'O'?
Me : Nope, L. O. O.
Her: Loo? *giggle* You know what, one day I called my cousin and ask where he's staying and he said "I'm staying in the loo"!
Me : What? You serious? As in the town he's staying is called 'In the Loo'?
Her: Yes, no kidding.
Me : OMG, what kind of town is that.... and where is it?
Her: He's in (a city i forgot, either Perth or Adelaide). And you're in no position to laugh about it.

*Laughters*

....

Her: So, you know Jasmine's last name?
Me : Yap, Y.A.P.
Her: So one's in the loo and the other just can't stop yapping huh?

*Laughters*

PS: I tried to google the town "In the Loo" she mentioned about in australia, but i can't seem to find it. Mebbe she's kidding me for real. Come on, what kind of ppl would name their town 'In the Loo'?

My Final Post (if its blog apocalypse tomorrow)

2007-04-27T20:37:00.000+10:00

If there's ever such thing as blog apocalypse, i wont bother posting up a new entry on the day, or seconds before the apocalypse.

Why?

That's because this blog is already as dead as it can be, so why the trouble of purposely creating an entry. Just to make sure i take the last opportunity to blog about how pathetic this blog can be? That's not my style. I'd rather use the time to read up some other blogs instead, that would be more... productive.

Sticking back to the real deal about this whole meme thing, or ~~fag~~ tag, or watever you call it, blog hasn't really play a large part in my life.

I like reading blogs, instead that's the real deal blogs are for me. To read, to entertain me anytime, everyday, er...well, or just say whenever there's an update in those blogs and i myself have an internet access.

I was inspired to write my own blog out of nothing after continuous reading other entertaining blogs out there. The reasons were stated clearly in my 1st-post-evar. Now that i recall back those reasoning, they're kind of lame... well, even this blog's name is lame. So... uncreative.

Guess it's time to make some changes to this blog.

And guess i'll do it when I'm free. Yea, when i'm free. And i mean it when i said im free.

And this tag goes to:
Foo Kiat (you tag me, i tag you, and that's what this tag is suppose to be)
Loopy (Now, doing the same thing wont hurt, will ya?)
Angelus (FK tag you, Loopy tag you, now i can't not to follow, can i?)
David (It's time to do something more productive than watching TVB dramas)
Sis (I know you're bored in KL, that's why i courier this all the way for you)

Cheap deals and new haircut

2007-04-18T16:36:00.000+10:00

It's my 2-day off. I spent most of the 1st day going back and forth shopping centers (read: 2 shopping centers) to buy my groceries, which ended up me spending around $90. Ouch!!

And today, i finally went to have my hair done, cause my hair is getting too long that i no longer wanna waste my hair-gel sculpting the hair to the shape i want. It's just plain troublesome.

I went to the local hair saloon, 15 minutes of usual-chatting and voila...... that's another 20 bucks gone.

My hair-cut ends up the same almost everytime. Not that im afraid of change, but i'm just happy and not tired of the style i prefer. It's a simple "number 3 around the edges and spiky top" and they all end up with similar look. The difference is just how i decide to sculpt my hair with gel. Sad, but true.

I still remember my mom commented on my hair when she 1st saw me the day i arrived back home this year. She said "Wah, how come your hair like that 1, the top part so long, purposely cut like that 1 ar?" She said it as though the hair-stylist accidentally shaved off the side of my hair, leaving the top part for me to settle myself. The truth is that, the hair cut is the same i had last year or probably even a few years back. The difference is just i decided to shape them differently by pushing and focusing the hair in the center - a more punky look which i beginning to prefer.

Anyway, it's very common hair-style over here. I did get some good comments from other ppl, including my sis. As of whether their comments is purely true or plainly sarcasms , that i have no idea of....

On a different note, i managed to get myself some cheap deals, very cheap deals off a local shop, hidden someway in the alleyway opposite the hair saloon.

It's an opportunity shop, or so they call it, selling primarily second hand stuff, including books, potteries, cutlery etc. I grab myself some cups, mugs and plates which i should have bought some time ago but never bothered to buy because they're expensive in shops i've stumbled upon before this (around $4 per plate or cup)

A total of 3 mugs, 4 cups and 5 plates of different sizes, i only spent a total of $7. There are quite a few to choose from, but these are my favourites among the displayed ones. I like particularly the cups and the mugs. (Gosh, this started to sound like a gal just satisfied from a shopping spree). Anyhow, they're in good conditions despite some are covered in dusts. But after a good rinse, they look brand new, no chipped parts or cracks.

Buying second hand products never felt so good.

Flies-hunter

2007-04-18T16:03:00.000+10:00

23rd of March. A day i'll remember forever.

'Cause it's the day i killed more flies than i had in my entire life. The end count was more than 30 in a single day, within 12 hours.

It was then my 1st week of moving down to yarram, and staying alone then. For unknown reason, the number of flies kept on increasing inside the house despite the fact that the house is fully equipped with fly-wire on the doors and windows. There are holes here and there on some of the fly-wire, but the fact that those flies managed to sneak into the house through closed windows/doors (i've never open my room's windows, ever) still remains a mystery to me.

Anyhow, on that particular day itself, 23rd of March, the number of uninviting flies in the house is just too much. Too. Much. Probably the cold weather that night drove those little buggers into the warmer house, but their very presence is just downright annoying, so much so that i decided to put down my PS2 controller and went into flies-hunting. I was then fully equipped with just an insecticide sprayer, Baygon, so is the name of the brand.

Frankly, i've never feel so satisfied spraying an insecticide before as well, and i'm even more grateful to have bought the insecticide before-hand, the day i 1st reached here. It was an initiative effort of fending myself off unwanted visitors in the house, just like that very night.

As of myself, it's a mix feeling of guilt and satisfaction to see those flies upside-down turning round and round on the floor, vibrating their pair wings as their struggled with their pathetic lives.

I did themselves a little favor by crushing them with the help of tissue and picking them up 1 by 1, chucking them into a plastic bag and then rubbish bin out of the house. The plastic bag was so full of flies than i can probably make fly-soup if i wanted to. And sorry there's no pic, cause i do not want to invoke any nausea with those disgusting scenes.

First day of work

2007-04-10T20:28:00.000+10:00

My reaction is:

Holy-sweet-mother!! They pay me -cen$ored- per hour to do this?! I Like!!

Other than that, my workmates is good, friendly, and helpful. But still at times have to pay real attention to catch what they're saying (read: countryside pure aussie accent) and their slang as well. Apparently they don't call ball-pen, pen. They call it, biro.

"You should go to the office and get yourself a texter (their slang for marker-pen, which i understand, but spelling-wise, not sure) and a Biro"
(By-what?) Hesitated to reply. "Err..... ok."

In the end only got myself a marker-pen from the office, because have no idea what "By-row" means until later of the day.

PS: More updates, soon. As well as fixing the chatter box. Downloading movies and songs come 1st.

Hybernating

2007-03-14T14:42:00.000+11:00

Alot of stuff to do lately.
Moving, working, eating, sleeping, playing, visa thing, agent thing, internet set up thing, packing and re-moving.
So u know why i havent blogged for months....

Will soon be moving to a new house in a regional area and wont be able to have internet for at least 2 weeks. I'll need some thing, and some luck.

Day off

2007-02-06T23:57:00.000+11:00

A day off never felt so good......
Been working more than 12 hours (9am - 11pm) everyday since Thursday till Monday, with half an hour "break" in between to walk from a workplace to another.
9.30am - 5pm at fast-food restaurant then 5.30pm to 11pm at the thai restaurant, or vice versa.

Finally got the time to meet up with my lawyer - a migration agent lawyer - to catch up with the visa and stuff. Went to travel agencies to enquire about return tickets pricing, and in the end just to find out that i can go back to msia, but cannot grab a seat to come back to melbourne in time to work.

Then went over to the thai restaurant to have my lunch. Finally got the chance to sit there relaxingly to enjoy the food without the worry to serve customer, but instead getting served by my supervisor, muahahahaa! But only got 10% staff discount, damn. If only the bitch - a.k.a the lady boss is not there, the supervisor would have gave me 50% discount. Oh well....

Then my workmate got a 30 minutes break from work and went to have a coffee with him after i finished my lunch. It is really enjoyable. I finally understand how good it feels to chill out from time to time and bitch about your workplace with your workmate who shares similar bitching topic, and in my case, the bitch a.k.a the boss and also known as "you-know-who" nicknamed by our very own supervisor, who also shares the same bitching topic.

Later got my hair cut. Arrive a little bit too late to the $15 haircut shop as they already closed, and desperately went to a hair salon which cost me whopping $22. That's $7 extra, ouch! But i got no choice, since it's my day off, and i wont be able to have any convenient time to fix my hair if not today.

In the end, got myself 2 packs of nachos - need my doses of snack after so long. Never buy any groceries though. As for dinner, i used up all the vegetables in the fridge to make salad. Yes, all vegetables, no meat in the fridge. If ur a guest, u would have though im a vegie lover with so much vegies stacked in the fridge. But if ur my fren, then u'll know im a meat lover who always cook all if not most of the meat the night i did my grocery, and accumulate all the vegies from each grocery trip (i just need to buy at least 1 type of vegetable per grocery trip to make myself feel less guilty) to turn yellowish until it finally rots and have to be chuck away.

And yes, the salad i had were made from the yellowish-soon-to-rot vegetables left untouched in the fridge for more than a week. I wont blame it on my laziness to cook, but i'll blame it on the free lunch/dinner provided by restaurants im currently working.

Funny Encounters

2007-02-04T22:40:00.000+11:00

Met some funny customers today when im working in the fast-food asian restaurant (yea, been working two part-time jobs for some time now), which works similar like economy rice in msia. The 1st would be the old man (caucasian fyi) who has been standing in front of the bain marie, looking indecisively at the foods and pictures of cook-to-order meals. Courteously i approached the man to save him from his misery of choosing his lunch.

Me: Hi, you alright sir?

I would expect a normal response like "Oh, im alright, still deciding what to get..." or something like that, but instead, i got this

Old man: What? Do i look sick?!
*Said with an angry tone and killer-stare, as if i've just eaten his petdog or sumthing*
Me: *gulp* (uh-oh got him angry) No sir, i mean-
Old man: Do i look sick?!
(He interrupted before i could finish my sentence, FUCK!)
Me: No sir, no. I mean if there's anything i can help you.

Everything turns out fine in the end. It's just a misunderstanding. The old man even ordered a large serve of meal. It was cool, and funny in some way. Heck, my workmate even laugh about the incident until her shift is over, which is like 4 hours later, and she still cant get over it. Well, im cool about the whole thing, except a chuckle and two after i served the oldman - with a little bit less of meat than i normally serve. That's for the angry gaze and tone.

The second one is a women this time, walking past the bain marie looking at the foods.
Me: Hi, how are you ma'am?
Ma'am: Starving, thanks.
I chuckled immediately, just cant help it and she really got me there. Even my supervisor standing beside me also laughed and replied:
Supervisor: Good, then you can have have your lunch here, we got large plate or small plate serving, bla bla bla.....

Funny customers make my day more enjoyable.

35 pounds for an inch

2007-01-31T22:27:00.000+11:00

Watched Oprah: Dr Oz (or something) show just a moment ago while lazing on the beanbag having my dinner. In the middle of the show, the doctor remarked something interesting.

"If you lose 35 pounds, if you're a male, you are gaining one inch of penis length..."

I lost 30+kg (~70 pound) last year, from 2005 - 2006!

Fuck! Where's the extra 2 inch i'm suppose to get?!

Working Experience

2007-01-24T00:37:00.000+11:00

Being a part-time waiter in a Thai restaurant, i learned alot of stuff. Serving customers ranging from good ones to the ugly ones, fussy ones to weird ones, do have its goods and bads for me. Sometimes i enjoy interacting with friendly customers, eventhough it's just "hi-how-r-u?", "can-i-have-ur-orders-now?", "thanks" and "no-worries?" with some extra fake smile. There are funny customers, as well as some sarcastic ones.

Son-in-Law Eggs
The son-in-law eggs would have to be the weirdest dish the restaurant offers on the menu. It's a direct translation from Thai and its hard boiled eggs with tamarind sauce or something. Most customer go:
Customer A: Hey look, son-in-law eggs
*laughter*
Customer B: You sure u wanna try that?
Customer a: Hell no!!
*laughter*

Well, I cant blame them. Afterall, even us the waiters made fun of it among ourselves when we ran out of the eggs. "I'm sorry sir, but we ran out of son-in-law eggs at the moment. Would you mind father-in-law's instead?". It's been our laughing stock.

Weird Orders
We take vegetarian orders if the customer specifically ask for it. I mean, the kitchen will try to make the order in a possible way. It's not like the kitchen would purposely make vegetarian satay chicken out of nothing. "Im sorry ma'am, you ordered a chicken satay without the chicken. So you just want the stick/skewer only?".

Of course, that's a joke we made it out. But there's this weird order i've taken so far.
"Beef noodle soup without the soup"
Plainly stupid. Why did she order beef noodle soup if she don't want the soup? It's not like we're going to make it "dry stir" for u like konlow mee. In the end the noodle kitchen made is really beef noodle soup without the soup. So dry... it doesn't looks tasty at all. She could have go for beef salad or stir fry noodle, but no.... she insisted on the beef noodle soup....

Irritating Customers
"I want a tomyum seafood, but I'm allergic to seafood"
"Then why the f*ck do you order tomyum seafood?!!!!"

"I want a phad thai, but i dun want spring onion, no prawns, no shallots, no peanuts, no this, no that, and so on and so on"
"Excuse me, but would you mind go to the kitchen and cook it out yourself? Or you might just as well ask for a plain steamed noodle"

Those response are of course fictional, but those words do spoke in my mind while im taking the orders. But it's not as irritating as customers who leave a big patch of sticky satay sauce or chili sauce or food debris on the table and the floor for us to clean up.

-More to update, but im just too lazy-

The moment 06 turns 07...

2007-01-04T00:44:00.000+11:00

I was (and still is) in melbourne, counting down with Jasmine and Evan.

(I'm officially labelled, the Lampost - a very bright 1 too)

Backtrack 1 year ago, i think i was celebrating NYE infront my my laptop or PS2. I cant remember. But never had I thought i'll that this year i'll be celebrating it in melbourne.

The event was nice, lots of people, lots of performances, and even two sets of firework display - at 9pm and 12am - both are just as good.

There are two events taking place at two different location around melbourne. One at the famous and crowded Yaraa river, and another at the newly less-known and less crowded Waterfront. I went to the latter one, cause it's closer and more importantly, i don't wanna get sandwiched in a sea of people for just unreasonable 5 minutes of fireworks excitement.

Less said, the waterfront is the melbourne central pier, so got to see alot of rich bastards parking their boats by the side and having a party while enjoying a good view of the fireworks. Note to self, will try to get a sampan over here next time to compete with them for a better view.

Performance wise, nothing much spectacular. Just some dancings, magic shows, drumming, and a stage of band i never heard of. But what i really enjoyed throughout the night is the company of my frens aka Freak and Moron. Really need it after sometime staying alone for a period of time, eventhough im not-so-proud for being a lamppost.

And of course, another reason to go for the event is to try out my camera auto-set function - fireworks, capabilities. Turn out the photos look funny. Mainly because i dont have a tripod and forced to take by just my shaky hands.

Alot of the photos looks flurry..... like some unidentified fur just spread from the firework explosion instead of a nice lovely trailing light dots. Of course, those ugly photos are deleted right on the spot.

One thing for sure, I'm just not good enough for this kinda thing. Guess i'll just stick to polishing my camwhoring skills instead.

Alot of things happened in 2006, good ones and bad ones. It's will be one of the most memorable year i've went through. Hope the coming year will be a much better 1. Smooth sailing ahead!

New Toys

2006-12-28T23:54:00.000+11:00

New additions to my limited entertainment gadget family. Best of all, they're free!

Sony Ericsson W850i and JBL 'on tour mobile' portable speakers.

Of course, free stuff is never free in the first place. They came with the price of two years fixed line contract with minimum $59 plan (by Optus).

With the plan, this walkman phone is completely free. Taking into account that i often overspent my previous $29 plan (hence the offer for me to ugrade sooner rather than next year March), the $59 plan isn't that bad after all, with $59 dollar call credit each month.

I actually wanted a white w850i because it looks more classy for me, but since my sis olidi using a white version (which is oso free), i chose the black 1, in case our phones got mixed up.

And because im upgrading my phone plan at the right time - christmas period, i got this JBL portable music box/speaker (or watever they call it) as part of the Xmas offer.

It is mainly for this speaker that i upgraded my plan, because i've always wanted a portable hifi/speaker for my iPod. The apple HiFi is just too blardy expensive for me to afford, and this JBL speaker just made it in time to make my Xmas merrier.

I particularly like how the speaker can cover itself into a small box, and compatible with almost everything (laptop, mp3 players, phones... etc). Although the sound quality isn't as great as those big-ass HiFi, but i reckon it's good for a small speaker, if not very good.

Back to the phone, i kind of regret of getting the w850i instead of other similar price phone choices, which is the K800i. That's because i'd still prefer iPod than the Walkman. Im just too old for the sudden change of iPod to Walkman - new installation, songs transfer, and new playlists again, bla bla bla... which can be quite troublesome for a lazy-ass like me. At least the K800i can take better pictures than W850i, which might come in handy in times i din bring my camera.

But i still like the phone as a whole, cooler design, layout and stuff like that - which makes the K800i looks passe. In short, i just cant complain that much, because i get those for free, and i like free stuff!!

PS: I hate it when the operator decided to jeopardise the phone by putting at least one logo in the phone system (eg: main menu/menu icons etc) in an attempt to make the phone layout looks so out of place and fugly. And annoyingly, they're irreplaceable. There. Forever. Gahhh!

End of a Chapter, Beginning of Another

2006-12-16T13:55:00.000+11:00

14th December 2006.
The official graduation ceremony.
My Graduation.
Finally....

My sponsor, my support, my motivation, my family.

The ceremony was help at 8pm, which is just awfully late for a graduation ceremony. The weather is windy and chilling, cloudy and there's not enough light for good photo-shooting. Worse, it was raining. There's this saying that raining during a ceremony shows stingyness of the host, and in fact, monash is very stingy indeed....

It's a simple but kind-of grand ceremony. Fortunately the ceremony is a short one, only an hour. Otherwise, it would be extremely boring watching graduants came on the stage empty handed and walked off holding a blue scroll, over and over again.

On the outside, it was all okay. But when i stepped on the stage, my heart starts to palpitate. I was nervous, just to get a paper! Unbelieveable! Moments later, i came off holding my degree certificate....

...the most expensive piece of paper. Ever.

The certificates' all the same for fellow coursemates, just the difference in the name imprinted on it. Can't believe i was conned three years and the price of a house just for this. Damn!

At the end of the ceremony, we, the graduants, were asked to stand and turn around facing our families and friends, to show our gratitude by applause. In that short period of time, i spotted my family members in one corner.

One of them is missing though. He's suppose to be there, on that day itself. But he didn't quite make it, as he left for someplace better. I had hoped that he was there. But i guess he was watching from a distance far, far away. After all he would not miss his grandson's graduation ceremony. That was his promise.

And i fulfilled my promise too. For my family, and for you too, grandpa.

When Retard turns 21

2006-12-10T13:36:00.000+11:00

It was Retard's birthday. So his friends, Asshole , Bastard , Bitch , Freak , Moron and some sidekicks (Kelefeh) decided to meet up and throw a party. We tried to be arse-tistic, so we had the party as a karaoke.

Retard and his screwed-up frens (excluding a few innocent ppl)

The karaoke started at 6pm and stop at 4am, a total duration of 10 hours. It's TEN freaking hours. I guess that shows how lifeless we really are.....
I guess we sang almost all sing-able, shout-able songs we could think of. From the gay boyband Westlife to punk rock Simple Plan.

Excessive noise pollution is not good for health and well being. It makes you go high and forget how awful your voice can really be.

But it was one of the most enjoyable night of the year. Never had i sang out so loud, except when I'm in Malaysia, in the car, alone. Even so i'd still have to make sure there's no bikes around my car, in fear that they might had their ear drums pierced in that split second and drop down dead.

From left: Asshole, Bastard, Retard, innocent fella Jia Chun

In the party, we got almost anything we could ask for, refreshing watermelons, chips and cokes. But we're missing some booze, cause we're such a cheap skate that we dun wanna spend any money on expensive drinks. So alcohol consumption remains zero.

But the 10 hours of singing is more than enough to make us high, if not voiceless for the night after. It was pure fun, excessive tortures of vocals and hearings, and maximum voice pollutions. It was great. It was Retard's birthday.

Legends (The official F*cked up frens):
Retard = David
Asshole = Me
Bastard = Michael
Bitch = KS
Freak = Jasmine
Moron = Evan

PS: To join the latest, coolest F*cked up gang, SMS your name to 8811 967 from 31st Nov 2006 to 29th February 2007. Each SMS sent will be charged 55c. Conditions apply.

Rejected

2006-11-28T19:58:00.000+11:00

Honours program in Melbourne Uni = rejected
Nandos fastfood part time job = rejected
Watermark Bar part time job = rejected
Harbour Cafe part time job = rejected
Eftpos cash withdrawal = rejected

I guess it's time for me to walk into Reject shop and sell myself for $2.00 once and for all

Aftermath

2006-11-09T02:52:00.000+11:00

My last examination paper for my undergraduate study has finally ended. From the whole cramped schedule of last-minute studying, what i got in the end is a totally screwed up biological clock, not mentioning crappy results in the end of the day too. Oh well, everything will be revealed in a month's time, when students exhange passwords and usernames, and ask favours like "eh, help me log in and check the results for me pleeaseee~".

The last paper for me, is the most memorable one. That's because i didn't sleep at all for the whole night before the exam. Not that i was burning midnight oil to practise something called whole-semester-in-a-day revision method, but it is just plainly I-cant-sleep which caused me to roll on the bed for the entire night. Taking the exam with droopy eyes has never been so challenging. Somehow after barely managed to stay awake for the whole 3 hours exam, i was all and energetic, even went to Michael's house to play DotA till late. That day itself was the longest streak in my life of staying awake, a minimum of 36 hours.

The completion of exams of course comes with celebration. Heck, we're so happy that we even chant around a pot of fire in order to release the poor souls trapped in worn-out physical bodies.

Moments later, the enchanted flame was turned into what we called open-BBQ.....

In return for their freedom from our trance, the freed spirits of fire blessed us with lots of foods including chicken wings, garlic bread, steaks, sausages and so on.

Because wind and fire contradict one another, the spirit of wind was angered and punished us with a cold and windy night. But after overcoming 2 weeks of hell, a windy night will not stand in our way for independence.

Instead, we took the opportunity of using the wind in adding extra fun for the night, where losers of a game will be exposed and bear with the chilling wind, while winners will be shielded from the wind and given closer proximity to the eternal burning holy flame... i mean, the BBQ pot.

The loser of the losers will even have to perform (i.e. sing) to entertain the winners as well as getting booed by nearby campus residences. It was truly an enjoyable night. Especially so, when you forget to wear a jacket and exposed to the chilling wind to the extent of getting numb fingers.

Truely, enjoyable.

PS: According to my friend, i am now officially, unemployed. Never been so proud.

A break from Studies

2006-10-29T05:56:00.000+11:00

It's the time of the year again! Daylight saving! Why the clock always has to be changed at ungodly timing within the exam period? Last year i spent one hour walking a few steps from the living room to my bedroom. This year the one hour just disappeared with a few mouse-clicking (stupid windows cant update the time automatically, or mebbe im not smart enough to update myself).

It's just disappointing. I could have use the one hour more efficiently, like... playing another game of DotA before returning to my studies :(

On a different subject, i received a magazine from Sony, for free.

Well, actually it's not really free. I got it as a Sony member after purchasing my T-30 camera. After almost 2 months and totally forgot about the subscription, except some constant spam-mails in my inbox, this magazine reminds me that i, as a member, have the privilege of receiving info of sony latest innovation.

Basically the magazine contains nothing but information about the latest technology, gadget or future development of sony, ranging from movies (sony motion pictures), musics, Playstation, television, cameras/camcoders, laptops etc. and even batteries (now i realise Sony is actually into alot of things). I was hoping for some vouchers or free stuff, but they only include a pair of lousy paper spectacles of no use at all.

The magazines is biased, very biased, as expected. They only show the pros of each product, commenting as if the product is the best out there in stores. But at least they show pricing for most of the products, which could be just heartbreaking (PS3 for $1k, someone pls kill me). Afterall, the magazine is free, and i'd be happy to receive it every few months, eventhough i wont be able to afford most of them.

Gown Day

2006-10-25T02:06:00.000+10:00

It was Gown Day. The day where last-semester students rent their gowns and declare their own holiday so that they could run around the campus taking trillions of pictures as if they have graduated! And with just a simple mistake in the upcoming exam, flung the paper and one can easily apply for another Gown Day next semeter. But hopefully that will not happen to any of us.

The day consist of free cakes and cookies, boring speeches and teaching us how to wear a gown properly, the types of gowns and the codes of the colour. Faculty of Science is represented by yellow colour on the piece of ugly-looking-'mantle' worn around our neck (my apologies, i forgot wat they call it). I went there with and empty stomach, thinking that i could gobble up an entire cake. But i guess they put something in the cake that makes me feel full and sick after just two small slices.

Nuff talk, pictures.

Dave, Mike, Me, Jas, Evan - Graduates of year 2.0.0.6

Before the next pic, i shall explain that i somewhat somehow got myself a little 'family' here in gippsland. Nothing could be happier than having a wife and a son just a year or two younger than you. Let me introduce the very very troubled family in gippsland:

After dozing through the not-so-long speeches and having our ugly faces of graduating students projected onto the large screen in the crowd, we finally got to wear our gowns. The journey thus, is a long and tiring one, especially wearing those funny looking garments and a heavy rectangular hat. We walked from the Student Union Lounge....

The Hyper-Disaster (HD) group

to the photograhy-session room.... (0.5km)

Graduates of Faculty of Science

to the faculty of business... (1km)

Outsite the business faculty

To the round-about far away from the campus.... (2km)

On the round-about, behind us is 'the pillar of light' - the lamp post

We then jogged around the round-about, exercising our arms shooting innocent birds with the rectangular hat... (2.5km)

"Aiya, no need to throw lar, just point to the sky only lar!"

Crawled all the way back to the Faculty of Science... (4km)

Then the library, before returning our gowns after 5 hours sweating on them. (total 5km, or more)

We were exhausted then, very exhausted. So tired that i would kill for a short nap. It feels as if i've shopped around the whole Midvalley Megamall with my mom and sis, but ended up buying nothing.

Of course within the 5 hours of hell, we went to alot of other places, alot of group photo sessions, and even a poster presentation for one of my science subjects. The lecturer is good enough to allow us to be the 1st presenter, wearing our gowns but we declined. Presenting with odd looking black-clothings in front of the class? She must be kidding us.

These will be the gown photos for Gippsland, soon in December there will be more graduation photos in Clayton, with our hands holding the most expensive piece of paper, the certification. Will be looking towards that day.

Been 'busy'

2006-10-16T02:12:00.000+10:00

Alot of stuffs have been happening lately, but i'll just cramp all of those in one single entry. Exam is just around the corner, so i tot i might as well post earlier or otherwise i wont be posting anything at all until november.
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Lab Block
When one tried to search the definition of 'lab block' in google, it would probably shows nothing. But for third-year science students, lab block means hell. No, worse than hell.

Chemistry Laboratory

It's the time of the semester where normal students are having holidays except for pathetic science students who will be working in the lab from 9am to 5pm, for the whole week. And the reason other students are having holidays is because all the labs will be occupied by us, the lab-block'ing students.

Staying up awake every day to work from 9am till 5pm with 1hour break in between just sucks big time. It feels as if i'm doing some volunteering full-time work. It's tiring and hectic, especially when the experiments are all cramped up into a limited one week period. But once i got used to it, it's all cool. But still, the thing i hate most in the end of the day is the rubbery smell of my hands marinated with salty sweat in latex gloves.

The last day of the block lab. A total of 12 students, but most of them cabut'ed.

Fortunately, this lab-block is by far the most interesting lab. Creating E.coli microbes with ampicilin resistance through introduction of plasmid vector is just one of the experiment. Well, it sounds nice and cool, but when the experiment failed, all hard work reduces to a pile of trash. That was me, and some (if not most) of the students.

The deadly curse of reports & assignments

The end of lab-block means the end of a week of the 2-weeks holidays, and the beginning of a new suffering; lab reports and assignments. We were only given a 1 week period to write and hand in the reports for our hectic lab-block. To make it worse, there were also tons of other assignments due after the holidays.

That means, the two weeks mid-semester holidays were not holidays at all. In fact, it's worse than normal teaching weeks. Ah, the life of a science student is always so beautiful.

Mid-autumn Festival

Nothing much happened over here during the mid-autumn festival, except the major news of theft and burglary within the hostel. Three unfortunate students (living in different units) lost their laptops and valuable belongings and one even lost her passport, on the midst of celebrating mooncake festival itself. For me, the news comes with nothing but the feeling of insecurity whenever i leave my room since then. However, a girl (or a man?) i know on the other hand, are so afraid that the thiefs will broke into her(his?) room and rape her(him?) after mugging all the valuables. (i'm so going to be dead after this).

As for the festivals itself, i din celebrate it. In fact, i cant for some reasons. But i had enough free mooncakes to make me feel sick for the rest of the year in an event organised by ISA, weeks before the festival. But on the night itself, Michael brought me and David to Q-bar for pancakes. Overpriced pancakes for supper.

The pancakes ain't cheap. Cost $10.50 each plate ($12.50 for strawberry) but fair enough, they do taste great. But RM30 for 2 pieces of grilled flour with 2 scoops of vanilla ice-creams in between is a definitely no-no for me to eat every night.

Of DotA and FF-XII

Within the hectic schedule of assignments and reports, i managed to slot in some time for entertainments (but strangely not for blogs). Been playing a game or two of DotA almost everynight during the holidays, and even now.

Strangely enough, my friend managed to download Final Fantasy XII from the intranet files sharing program and burnt it into a DVD (eventhough the official game is not out yet). And i conveniently took his piece DVD as mine. So for weeks i've been magically addicted to this ~~leaked-pirated~~ game, that i'm starting to get overdosed. The game is nice, great storyline, cool graphics, strategic and good battle systems. It's just too bad the exams is coming that i have to stop the daily dosage of gaming session.

Sports

I've been quite physically active this semester. I joined the badminton club and regularly attended the sessions twice a week. I'll have to admit that i enjoyed the games and looked forward to the session everytime. But now that the session is over for the semester, i wonder when i'll be able to play again. Somehow, i actually improved alot too during the one semester period. At the end of the semester, I had a match with an intermediate player who has joined the club much longer than i am. We played a total of 6 single games, i won all. I'm proud to say that im not a noob/beginner in badminton anymore :)

As the badminton session has ended, i've started to play tennis often, with michael.

Frankly, i've never thought tennis can be so hard. Im still trying to get the grip of it, especially in controlling the ball. Hitting the ball is easy, but trying not to fly the ball over the fence is hard. Very hard. We spent half of the time picking up balls rather than hitting them.

*serve* hit* hit* out* *pick ball*repeat again*

It's so tiring playing the game. So tiring that we've considered allowing David to join us, as the ball-boy.

Random stuff

2006-10-02T02:02:00.000+10:00

I like to experiment my camera's function and take shots of different settings. The following picture was experimented using slowest shutter speed under 'twilight' setting, with the help of my blue LED keychain:

That's the best i can do under the limited automatic ~2 second shutter speed. In case you cant read, the writing says "LOO".

I tried many other words, like "I RoXX", "Suxx", "Eratter", "DotA", etc. but all failed miserably. But somehow, LED light can create nice effect on the photo. Soon, that will be the new art of photography, muahahahaha, *ahem*.

Which is the Largest?

2006-09-27T00:48:00.000+10:00

Received this err...... quiz, from a newsletter i subscribed to. It says "How bright are you":

Im not sure the picture above is photoshopped or not. But if it really happens in Who wants to be a Millionaire TV show, i would have asked the host "Hey dude, is this a trick question?"

I would have go for option C, unless i was tricked and the host said "Oh, option C is actually 'The Mooncake' instead, in conjunction with the coming Mid-autumn/Lantern festival. Sorry bout the typo".

And i believe sueing the host or the TV company would have earn the contestant another few thousand bucks, for making fun of her in front of millions of audiences and despising her IQ with such retarded question.

Is that iPod?

2006-09-18T14:48:00.000+10:00

I recalled this incident from weeks ago, which is now slowly fading away from my memory, and the reason i wrote it out.

I was alone in Midvalley shopping centre (not the 1 in KL, but a much smaller 1 in Morwell, Australia) the same day after my appointment with doctor regarding my jaw (oh, and did i mention that my CT scan of the jaw is completely normal that the doctor have no idea why i cant open it? And i was refered to another dentist/doctor, again).

I was waiting at the bus stop, with bags of grocery in the trolley beside me. I was blasting music in my ear, with the iPod hidden in my jacket.

Then comes a man (caucasian), about 30-ish to 40-ish with dirt stained pants and boots, strolled past me. He stopped, took a few steps backward and turned to me. He approached me, very close and fast, that it startled me. He stood so close that i can easily count the wrinkles on his face, no joke. He then murmured something, which i couldn't catch cause of the blasting music. Out of courtesy, i plugged out the earphone (and also took a step backward, because i want to count his wrinkles no more) and said "Pardon me?".

"Is that iPod" he said, in a loud tone as if im guilty of possessing an iPod and the iPod in my jacket is actually his lost iPod from yesterday.

"Er..... yes?"

"How do you install music inside?" he asked, still with that judging tone. I'd reckon that's just the way he speak.

"Well, the iPod comes with a cable, and you use that to transfer mp3 to your iPod."

"Mp3?" and gave me sort of a puzzled look. At that moment, i knew he's not very computer-literate.

So i started to explain everything, from mp3 to iTunes, to the cable, and to where-you-plug-that-cable-in-your-iPod. And i proceed in taking out my iPod from my jacket to make things easier.

When i reached my iPod, hundreds of thoughts came into my mind:

What if all this is just a plan for me to reveal my iPod? What if he's going to grab my iPod and run away? Well, i can chase. But what if he's an Olympic gold medal winner in 10km sprint? And what if he got a hidden ~~light saber~~ dagger to stab me in the abdomen before he run? What if he's going to sell my iPod in eBay? No, the iPod got my name engraved on it, he cant. Then what if he's not going to sell it but instead for his personal use? And what if.... Ah! SCREW IT!!!

I took out my iPod nonetheless, showed it to him and pointed out the slot the cable is plugged into. I feel like passing the iPod for him to have a closer look, but i hesitated.

I then looked deep into his eyes, waiting for the moment where he'll grab the iPod from my palm and my trustworthy Bus no: 11 is warmed up and ready to give a ~~max~~ 50m chase. (PS: bus no: 11 stands for your pair of leg. Eg taking bus no:11 back home = walking back home)

Despite all my ~~creative~~ ~~possibility~~ imagination, the man threw me more questions. "Is the music in there in the first place?", "So i need a computer to use iPod?" and more.

But before i could explain all (i still remember i'm just about to tell him iTunes music store - like hell i'm going to tell him i downloaded most of my mp3s illegally from the internet), the bus im waiting for arrived. So i quickly grab my bags of grocery and bid him farewell before he can throw me even more questions.

Before i board on the bus, he explained to me why he wanted to get an iPod. Apparently he's a contruction site worker, and he would find some use in iPod while working in a noisy environment (that's what he told me - he's using music to counter noise). That clears all my doubt of him, and i instantly felt guilty of having all this crazy '30-ish olympic gold medal winner stabbing an innocent oversea student for an iPod' imagination.

I left the man with a thought in mind. If this were to happen in KL, let's say, Pudu Raya, where a 30-ish malay/indian (im not being racist here - just and example to show ppl from different race) with beard all over his face, and wearing dirt stained pants and boots just like the caucasian man i encountered, i think i would have reacted differently. For one, i definitely will not reveal my iPod, and i would have grab my iPod, wallet and phone and ran away a.s.a.p before i could answer his question.

It confuses me why i would react differently. Partly because of discrimination (which i admit to some extend), but mainly because of the location, the place, the safety level. I think that's just how/where i grew up with and i'll just have to deal with it.

And for the man i doubted in the 1st place, im sorry. I hope you get an iPod for the celebrated Father's Day weeks ago.

Random shots. Theme: Water

2006-09-14T16:13:00.000+10:00

Yet another lazy entry. Guess i'll just post some pictures i took after a rainy afternoon. I lazy to label each picture, but it's direct enough. All taken under macro-magnifying mode.

Birds do peck

2006-09-11T03:17:00.000+10:00

The following is a footage of team Hyper Disaster (HD for short) trying to disturb a bird couple protecting their nest with 2 eggs in it.

Starring Jasmine, David, Michael, me, the video shows how 'ferocious' birds can be when it comes into protecting their egg. They makes such a loud chirping, flying around in the sky and dive straight onto the 'intruder' when u least expect them.

But tat's only when you're alone. When you walk in a bunch of 4 ppl, the birds chicken'ed out and fly far far from their nest, and 'shout' at you at a distance, possibly cursing you and your ancestors. They do fly and dive, but will retreat at a certain distance.

Enjoy. And do turn down the volume before you play, as eardrum-piercing screaming will be played as well. (Look carefully for the 2 eggs, they look like regular oval shaped stones)

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Oh btw, no birds or eggs or humans are harmed in the process of taking this picture. Mebbe the birds are disturbed mentally, but hell, i do get disturbed by them (bird species) every morning now and then, by their non-stop singly toned conversation.

PS: I managed to grab one of the egg at one stage. It's cold and feel just like a stone, except it's lighter. I wanna bring it to my hostel and tried to incubate it, but hesistated, so i returned it back. I wonder what will happen if the egg were to be hatched in my hostel, and returned to the nest as a baby bird back to its parents. Will the parents acknowledge the bird as theirs or not?

BBQ nite

2006-08-31T01:23:00.000+10:00

Last week (yea, it's been a long time, dun complain) we had a BBQ night, mainly to celebrate the completion of our oral presentation. It's not a really big assignment, but to stand in front of the students and lecturer to speak for like 20 minutes in total (4 of us) is still not something i would prefer to do. So we decided to throw a BBQ party the day after the presentation, whether we did greatly or flung totally. But in the end, it was all good, despite some err-ing and umm-ing.

Setting up for the BBQ, although we stopped and posed for the shot

Since it was a party, we decided to make it big, treating ourselves a good dinner. We decided to lots of meats and minimal vegetables. But due to my own health conscious *ahem*, i decided to make a large bowl of egg salads ~~with one whole bottle of full-fat salad dressing~~.

*Deep breathe* A picture of me taking a picture of david taking a picture of me with 1/3 'sliced' face of Michael and another pair of unknown hand grilling meats *pheww*

The typical BBQ area supplied by our hostel are actually electric-hot-plate BBQ, not an open fire BBQ i used to have back in m'sia with the use of charcoal and stuff. But the good thing is that we just need a push of a button to set the griller on, without the hassle of burning up black-hard charcoal.

The downlight though, is that the weather is freaking cold that night and the 2 grillers is just not enough to warm the 5 of us. Literally, we have to warm our hand occasionally above the griller to keep us alive.

But the foods is nice! Especially the lamb prepared and marinated by evan. So good that i cant resist myself from buying another 6 pack of lamb chop to feed myself after that.

Lamb chops.... *drool*

There's also one whole chunk of beef leg (~3kg), sliced and marinated ourselves before the cooking. But the beef turned out to be pre-marinated with salt, which we have no idea of, and it turned out to be too saltly for consumption during the BBQ that we left half of it which turned into ~~salty~~ beef curry the next day.

Grilling fresh skewered prawns in process, it's cheap too.

There's lots of food tat night, eg. sausages, ~~almost expired~~ cheesy lamb hamburger (which only cost $2 for six), too much that we cooked the leftover for the next dinner.

It was a great night too, with music blasting from Michael's PDA phone, where a bird chirping could be even louder, ~~because we're considerate hostel-mate that do not want to disturb other ppl~~.

It was a great night, and lots of photos were taken, from 'natural' ones:

please excuse Michael's gay pose on the right

...to funny ones

... to retarted ones

That's the life of a bunch of 20-ish stressed university students trapped in Gippsland. Making fun of every moment we have.

Toilet surprise

2006-08-22T18:37:00.000+10:00

I discovered something when i paid a visit to my fren's toilet which is of a different hostel unit.

It's a bookmark. A cheap but innovative, reliable, soft, flexible, special self-made on-the-spot bookmark.

And it's toilet paper....

Not to say that it can be simply mass produced and to add a touch of uniqueness, can also add patches of brown/chocolate colour design. Innovative eh?

Besides, i also found out that im not the only one crazy bout Sony Play station 3. It looks like one of my fren's housemate is so faithful in the path of Sonyism that he/she pasted a PS3 poster from a local newspaper inside the toilet, so that he/she could worship it everytime, everyday, during a toilet break.

A mini temple of his/her own, in the toilet.

I'll have to admit, i'm not at THAT level yet.

Random shots. Theme: Flower

2006-08-21T00:49:00.000+10:00

Disclaimer! (PLS READ):
By posting these pictures, it is by no means that I like flowers. I do not like to receive any flowers as a gift at any circumstances either. They are just mere objects innocently snapshot by me to test the camera function and my photography skill as well (although i have none). Thank you for your coorperation.

These shots of flowers are taken around the campus and my hostel. Some are taken by me, while others by David, who used my camera without paying.

FYI, all the flowers are not as big as it seems. They are nothing but "bunga-di-tepi-jalan", grown on natural soils before miserably stepped by passerby.

Umm.... purple flower (duh!) with grassy background. Photograher: Eratter the Wise

The same type of 'purple-flower' but before it blooms. Photographer: Eratter the Great

Err.... Fully bloomed 'purple-flower', again. My apology, that's the only flower by the road side i could find that day. Photographer: Eratter the Magnificient

Cherry Blossom? But i call it the Japanese Tree, in our hostel area. Photographer: David

A closer shot of the flower on the 'Japanese Tree'. Photographer: David

Another flower by the roadside. Have to admit this is the best among the rest, in my opinion. It's so nice that it looks so fake. Photographer: David

Attacks of the Bugs

2006-08-14T04:06:00.000+10:00

Lately, there are alot, alot and alot of bugs in the house. Not just in the house, but oso out in the wild, i mean, outdoor.

Those bugs are bout 1 to 1.5cm in size. And you can basically see some flying around in the evening. A few of them managed to get into the house, eventhough the house got a flywire. Mebbe they sneaked into the house through the window, but either case, i dun really care.

Wat's annoying is that a few of those bastards oso managed to sneaked into my room without permission. And their punishment for trespassing into my territory, is death. I wrapped them up in a tissue and threw them into the toilet bowl, pee'd on them and flushed them out into the sewage system.

I lied. That's too cruel. I just wrap and throw them into the rubbish bin and let them starve to death.

Their presence is utmost annoying. They makes me wonder if i'd accidentally swallowed any of those bugs in my slumber, and sleeping with the windows slightly open is no longer an option for me.

Besides, their presence also means a large scale buffet for the f'cking-noisy-birds, which is just as annoying.

Of b'day bashes and farewell party

2006-08-11T14:08:00.000+10:00

It was a night for Jasmine b'day as well as Eliz's farewell party. It was a great night. There is lots of friends coming over, and lots of foods to choose from and lots of cleaning up (dishes and floor) after the party too.

There's lots of pictures taken, but i too lazy to resized them and put them on the net. Most of the pictures of faces with creams on it can be found in David's blog, over here. So i'll just keep the post short.

~~Lengchai~~ Me surrounded by two desperate ah-lians wanting to take picture with me :P Elizabeth on the left, Jasmine on the right.

Jasmine aka the birthday girl cutting the cake which ended up smashed on her face seconds later.

Wait! Something's not quite right.
Let's zoom a liltle bit closer............

Pardon me, please let me rephase my previous sentence,
"Jasmine aka the birthday BOY, cutting the cake which ended up smashed on her face seconds later."

Later in the night, Michael did yet another performance. Spraying fire, from a can of olive-oil spray. And well, he succeeded.

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In case you're wondering, yes, he is the one who performed the 'Fire breath' during my b'day party which failed miserably. So this time, he used an oil-spray instead of a mouthful of alcohols. Smart......

PS: Do not try to immitate the act, do it at your own risk. I'm not responsible for any damage done to yourself. :P

爷, 对不起

2006-08-04T13:04:00.000+10:00

There's so many things to tell you,
and so many things to show you.
But Gong, i just want you to know,
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry im not there with you,
i'm sorry im not smart enough to graduate earlier,
i'm sorry for all the pain you've endured,
i'm sorry that i dun even have a picture with you,
and i'm sorry i din do anything for you.

But i know that the things i've done before today is much more important than the things that's going to happen after today.
And im glad that i've spent my time with you, and you forged alot of precious memory for me.

I remember you bought me a pair of socks and a box of 2b pencils after my UPSR.
I remember having yumcha with you when i was young and you laughed at me for eating six char siew paus. Gong, i can eat more than that now.
I remember you brought me along to KL because you said u need my help reading the roadsigns, but i ended up sleeping all the way through.
I still remember you bringing us to Taiping Zoo every chinese new year that we got bored of it.
I remember queuing up happily every chinese new year to receive your angpows, yours is always one of the biggest i receive.
I remember the History project you helped me out, and that you've endured a hard time during Japanese colonisation.

There's much more, but Gong, I might not remember all, but i certainly appreciate all that you've done for me.
For that, i thank you.

Thank you for your kindness, thank you for your love,
Thank you for all the dimsums you treated me whenever we go yum cha, it's just bad i've never got the chance to treat you back.
Thank you for all your advice, and i'll always keep those in mind.
Thank you for all the pocket money, eventhough you said that money doesn't come by easily.
Thank you for showing me courage and perserverance, that you've never given up for all these years,
Thank you for reminding that im overweight and have to exercise more, but i'm sorry you're not able to see that im not fat anymore.
Thank you for giving me a wonderful name, and i promise i'll never bring you shame.

Thank you for everything, you've played an important part in my life, and always will.

If in any case you found this, and hope that an angel will translate, and that you know

爷爷, 我会永思念远你, 想念你, 敬爱你.

Sony DSC-T30

2006-08-03T01:28:00.000+10:00

Like i said earlier, i wanted to buy a digita camera, a sony branded one. I dunno why, i just want sony branded (and for God's sake, somebody pls brainwash me asap).

So, i've been eye'ing sony T9 on ebay for quite some time, until one day i saw the existence of T30 and i checked it out in sony website. An upgraded version of T9, larger screen, cool..... too cool that i bought it a week after i knew bout it.

Sony T30. I dun understand why they wanna stick those stickers on the camera itself when it's already stated on the bloody box. I just hate it when i have to peel it off and leave a sticky stain behind for me to clean :(

I bought the camera on Saturday through ebay and received it last Friday from Hong Kong. Quite a fast delivery in which they posted it on Tuesday, quess that's wat 'Power Sellers' are.

I bought the camera for $610 (~RM1647), (camera itself cost $510, another $100 for postage and insurance) with a 1Gb memory card and 'free' gifts which include "high quality" mini-tripod, camera case, neck strap and australian adapter. Least that i know that the so called "high quality" camera case looks more like RM5 camera case u can get in Petaling street and the neck strap was actually supplied by the Sony itself. But still, i reckon it's a good deal.

The camera on the mini tripod. It's metal made, heavy but steady and i definitely wont be bringing it around for sure.

The camera comes with a black version, but i like silver still, it looks more stylish and the black version just looks strange.... looks too plasticky from what i saw in the sony website.

The camera itself is not big, but not small compare to others compact digital camera in the stores. With the size slightly larger than a credit card, i'd be happy enough to carry it around. It's smaller than my wallet for sure (although the camera case is kinda bulky).

My bank card on top of the camera

Although the camera is kinda small, it has a whooping 3' LCD screen

The resolution of the LCD screen is not that high and a lil' noisy when taking pictures, but when viewing pictures, the LCD is crystal clear. Guess that's why Sony even implemented a stylish slide show with background musics. It's really great.

Another thing i like bout the T-series is how the camera is activated, simply by sliding down the cover and vice versa for turning off. It's just cool.

One thing i hate bout the camera is that i still tend to get blurry pictures when snapping in my not-so-well-lit room, without flash. I would expect the so called 'dual blur' technology to produce better pictures under such condition and my shaky hand, but just not so well as i thought it would be. In other words, i just don't see the difference of the steady shot or 'dual blur' technology. But with flash, everything is good.

After testing the camera, the thing i love most bout it is the macro-magnifying mode. It can take some really close shot.

A picture taken with the macro-magnifying mode on a windy afternoon. Dun worry, no flowers were harmed in the process.

With 7.2MP, the downfall is that i can no longer randomly snap pictures whenever i want like i do with my camera phone. That's cause each picture takes up 2.5mb!! That's as large as a song, and if i were to save all those random shots in my laptop, my hard drive will explode in no time. (But of course i can change the size to lower MP, but i just dont.... like to change...)

I'd say i like the camera, although it's abit pricey, but it's sony! (Aiks.... damn you sony) Because of this camera, i think my plan to get my PS3 will have to be delayed...........

If you'll excuse me, i'd like to cam-whore for weeks.

PS: I'm on the verge of bankruptcy, donation is much appreciated. Cash and check both accepted.

I've been humiliated

2006-07-30T16:25:00.000+10:00

Back in primary and secondary school, my friends used to call me by all sorts of nickname.

Fei chai (fat boy), fei lou (fat man), fei hai (fat pussy) and fei yau, are the common ones for me being fat during that time. There are too some uncommon ones like 'six-bottles-of-oil' for it rhyme with my name in cantonese. Some associate me with characters from TV show or cartoons, like Fei Mao (far cat) or Majin-buu.

Even so, i dun really care much bout wat my frens called me. It's just a nickname, and im doesn't really feel offended with them. They just call it for fun. They did it to me, and i did it to them.

But then, last friday, i received a mail from MUGSU, acronym for Monash University Gippsland Student Union. I just joined the union a few days past while they were having some elections and free pizzas. Inside the mail contains a card, a simple membership card.

At the first glance, i thought "another collection for my wallet". But a micro-second later, i saw something is wrong with that card. Something terribly wrong.

Loo Cun You?!?! Hey, that is NOT my name!

Frankly, they might have as well just put it 'Loo Cunt You' instead, but either way, it sounds similar and both are just SO wrong!

Then i recalled back to when i filled in the registration form. Is my handwriting that bad at that time? I don't think so.

Now, that's my handwriting, from the best to the worst. Usually when filling up forms, my scribbling handwriting is either the 1st or the second from the top. The worst might be the 3rd, but it's still readable and obviously doesn't look anything like "Cun You" at all.

So why? Why they modified my name in such a way that it's......... just so wrong..... Not just they mispelled "You" which is acceptable, but "Cun"??? Are they trying to humiliate me because of all the free pizzas i ate during the election? And who ever the person responsible for mispelling my name, really ought to have his eyes checked.

See You At MUGSU ?!

~~Fuck you~~ Cunt you lar! Jibai!!

PS: I do not have a cunt, i'm very sure of it. And i'm not cunning either.
Ps2: I checked it, my name on the envelope was spelled correctly, but the card..... sad case.