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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

ta-dah! Tuesday, June 24, 2008 |

a must-watch.

review by gerald o.

i have to admit that i liked this movie despite it being touted as another one of those ha-ha-boring!, predictable teen flicks. i dont know what crack those other reviewers were on but this was more enjoyable than i had expected it to be. and dont ever let this movie poster deceive you. there may be a big bunch of teenagers(and curiously, a teacher too), but dont fall for it. before i continue, i'd like to note that if you're in the mood for another typical teen movie to waste your increasingly decreasing money-needed-for-fossil-fuel on, dont bother watching this. instead, you should be watching 5SA1, 5SA2, 5SA3 or even 5SA5. (dont ask me about the almost identical movie titles; i'm guessing copycats.)

lets cut to the chase. this movie is downright crazy in a humorous, nerdy, violent, grotesque, perverted, explosive way. seriously, watching it will be like reliving those school days you had those past years. this eponymously-named movie not also captures the students of 5SA4 as they really are, it also documents the hilarious, never-seen-anywhere-else happenings in and around the school. one prime example would be [SPOILER] the day the ceiling of the teachers' office collapsed, bringing down a torrent of dust and debris(not just any normal debris, student included) onto unsuspecting teachers going about their usual routine of book-marking, gossiping and coffee-drinking competitions.

the classic school atmosphere - literally a mixture of minuscule sweat droplets, evaporated sleep-induced saliva and sound waves of hokkien expletives - is really a bringer of nostalgia. being introduced to the teachers in one scene also brings back many memories of how much you wanted to whack a few of your previous ones with a chocolate yule log.

in the movie, you also get to observe the many notorious school traditions the students religiously adhere to. the compulsory birthday tradition of having your shorts forcefully torn off, for instance, is both rather disconcerting and entertaining at the same time. the only way you'd be able to avoid such immoral outrage is to keep your birth date a secret. and boy, you'd be laughing your head off at the desperate measures some of these students take to do that.

but of course, this movie isnt all about fun and humour. there are moments of conflict so intense you'd think you were watching dreamgirls instead(yes, there's singing). i dont know if this was just another spoof or something, but there also seems to be a mild reference to 28 days later. the zombies, however, take the form of seriously sleep-deprived students. the carnage usually takes place the weeks before the school exams.

the bloopers and montage of sleeping students hypersalivating at the end is also really worth catching if you have time for 15 minutes of pointless i'd-like to-thank-my-parents credits rolling.

all in all, this movie was a surprisingly enjoyable watch, one of those few thought-provoking ones that comes along every once in a blue moon. yes, it has its stupid, insane moments but there's always a lesson to be learnt in the end. what lesson? that, i'd rather let you find out yourself. :)





duration of movie: 207 school days
attention: parental guidance is strongly recommended. some material may be inappropriate for children under 13. this movie may contain profanity, non-explicit partial nudity, mild violence, bullying, backstabbing, minor pornographic references, bum-caning and bad hair days.


17th July [UPDATE]:


unfortunately, the graduation magazine committee didnt approve my first "collage" because there was a teacher smiling too gleefully - an expression they deemed was poking fun at the said teacher. so i had to add in new (not-too-happy) faces and rearrange everything yesterday. i could have just replaced the teacher's part with one or two other students but i felt i didnt do justice for a few of my classmates. as you can see, some were in a really weird poses or had sadly hilarious expressions. bah. i think i like this new one better anyway. haha

fanatics. Saturday, June 21, 2008 |


i've never seen such fervour in a news anchor before. i am in awe. the 'bimbo' rocks.

wow. wow. wow. this may be old news, but still... wow.

unbearable. sometimes, i still wonder why these news stations even bother calling her up and giving her air time. she, along with her two daughters, was even invited onto THE TYRA BANKS SHOW! also, this would be where simon cowell says, to some extent, 'what a pitiful waste of vocal talent' (try laughing after you recover from that initial shock and disgust). i mean, yea, it's news but you dont go around fuelling the fire. cant they see that they're gloating their faces away? that they are revelling in all the attention?! (and here i am, posting these vids. SIGH) but then... on the other hand, its great and kind of a relief to know we were not as crazy as we thought we were. lol. btw, here's a fact: if you were to debate with them issues concerning of such, you'd lose badly, VERY badly. they are damn sneaky scripture-quoters. i mean, see how they come up with all those answers and explanations to those questions! their 'expertise' in scripture-quoting, unfortunately, is not necessarily very good considering the circumstances of this topic. the solution? dont even bother wasting your energy with such people; they are a lost cause.

whatever this *gag* 'church' says (or sings), is blasphemy. it seems like they've misinterpreted the word of god. and who are we to even judge others?

people judge others just because they're of a different skin colour.
people judge them just because they're of a different sexual orientation.
people judge others others just because they're of a different religion.
people judge others just because they are DIFFERENT.
people judge because they are SCARED. XENOPHOBIC. PATHETIC!

who are you to say what will befall them? in the end, it's still gonna be god who's judging, isnt it?

god is love and he damn loves everyone...
...i hope. because if they are right, and we are wrong, then we will all burn in hell. hahahahaha joking!



i love people who manage to find the funny in things like this. click the link and in the vid, you can see that the protesters, besides having lost their minds, have also managed to lose their sense of humour! what a nightmare! watch it! and OMG, there's even a parody on it!
this should also be another, let's say, intriguing video: well, what do you think? need more information?




so... from what they're preaching, i'm guessing i'm considered a fag-enabler then? bwahaha
religion can get very messy at times. esp where scripture-quoting is involved. you quote this, i quote that. then i quote this to counter what you quoted bla bla bla... *rolls eyes*
one last thing: you've gotta admit that you're freaked out seeing two young, seemingly-attractive ladies talk like that because it's usually an old, deranged man or catty spinster playing such parts in movies, right? lol. me too.

well... Friday, June 20, 2008 |

...i guess i can say i'm just another one of your average joes.

it's quite exasperating, you know? seeing so many people around you excel isnt really much of a self-confidence booster... people who pass their exams with flying colours. people who win public speaking and/or debate competitions. people who are so popular and have so many friends. people who are perfect at everything they're at.

these are the people that i compare myself to. i know that it is one of the fundamental rules to not compare, but who can control themselves? you tell yourself you're not gonna go around comparing, but then it creeps up at the back of your head and surprises you, pinning you against the wall of shame.

disappointment.

it is never easy in this world where all that really matters is:
  1. your exam results.
  2. your looks.
  3. your money.

the world we are living in today doesnt encourage you to be who you really are. we are forced to conform to social norms, or risk facing discrimination. i know there are people out there who go against the tide, and succeed in the end. but really, how many of us are one of those superhumans out there? what is the probability of us being born in such a conducive environment like theirs?

but the good thing is, the world is changing.
the bad thing? not quick enough.

the pressure to excel and to be the best is immense. if you were a lump of coal under that amount of pressure, you'd transform into a diamond in no time. sadly, you are not a lump of coal.


you are just you.


my message?
never stop believing in yourself.








so yea, this is yet another entry where i contradict myself. telling you how awful the world is and the fact that you're never gonna make it. and then towards the end, you get this 'believe in yourself' shit... what kind of BS is that? is there a specific category for people like me?

wow. Thursday, June 19, 2008 |

my list of horrible. Wednesday, June 18, 2008 |

i have tonnes of homework to finish, but then... I DONT CARE.

anyways, here it is:

  1. people who beat up and rob people. in this case, people looking for help. for example, the local newspaper recently highlighted an incident two days ago. the man was returning from work and upon reaching home, found his mother suffering from an asthma attack. he didnt have a car (unlike us) and had to run out to the roads to get someone to help him get his mum to the hospital. a taxi driver refused to stop for him (i hope you feel guilty, YOU IDIOT). then came along a car with four men inside. they picked him up, drove to a secluded place and proceeded to beat him up and rob him of his salary. he ended up in a hospital and his mother ended up in a crematorium. i pray that the culprits will be brought to justice.
  2. people who want to overpopulate the world. the newspapers also recently reported on the decision of the syariah high court to allow a muslim man in terengganu to take a fourth wife. four wives? sure. i dont care. i just want you to know you're depriving another man of his first wife. anyhoo, he said he wanted another 15 children. add that to his current 25 children and you'll have, what? 40 children? yep. i seriously cannot fathom the thought of 40 children in a single family, esp when you know the world faces overpopulation (among other avoidable problems). i dont mean to offend, but you know what i think? he is a selfish - and horny - man. i know i know, it's a free world and i have no right to judge or criticise anyone for whatever their decision is in life. but please, this is too much. you might see his other three wives, smiling in approval in the newspapers, but i know that deep down inside, they are jealous. who wouldnt damn be? i would. now from a scientific perspective, his future children risk being born deformed or retarded or whatever. sperm quality starts to deteriorate after 45. also: “As long as I can afford another wife and am strong, I don’t see why I can’t marry,” that was what he said. i know you're rich la... but afford another wife? a wife is NOT a thing. she is not a proton car, a timex watch or another one of your bata slippers. a wife is a human being, a human being who faces a damn lot of pain in childbirth! you're the one who does all the fucking, so how would you know? it's so easy for you to say 'oh, i want 40 children'. but it damn wasnt/isnt easy for your wives, is it now? i know there's this stuff in islam that says you can have multiple wives, but that was then. and, hmmm, how should i say this... this is NOW.
  3. people like sean kingston. i just harbour this personal dislike for him. maybe it's because, imo, he cant sing and the fact that his songs are annoying. or because he's fat... and ugly (sorry, it's just too much of a resemblance to the fat, ugly boy who stole my cookies in school). urgh. i just dislike him.

i'm just very irritable and snappy nowadays. so dont be surprised if i lash out at the education system, the sleep deprivation i'm facing and burnt cupcakes in my next entry.






opinions.

praise the lord. Monday, June 16, 2008 |

yes, praise the lord Jo didnt put up my photo on her blog. i think those viewing would have their computers crash. i wonder if her camera exploded... didnt check, i was rushing home. so... did it?

so yea, i had my confirmation yesterday. i know this is supposed to be all about the joy of receiving the sacrament of confirmation, but i hate how i looked in the photographs that were taken yesterday. *shudders*

Mabel looks great though. she looks so happy.

imagine her wedding...





i think i messed up the 'dance'. it was totally cringe-worthy.
i'll suggest THRILLER for my brother's confirmation. two more years to go. muahaha

oh britney... Sunday, June 15, 2008 |

... you really crack me up.

gone, and never coming back. Saturday, June 14, 2008 |

i'm down in the dumps today. probably will be for the next few days as well.

i just hate it. i hate my skin. well, i should be thankful that i even have skin at all, but what's there to be thankful about when you have skin covered with acne, scars, redness and fine lines caused by dryness? nobody wants that. ever.

my only consolation is photoshop. but i cant wear photoshopped skin in real life, so... yea, bad skin. but of course, nobody can ever dream of having perfect skin. perfect skin is... impossible. impossible as in seeing-a-cow-bark impossible. so what now? what do i want? i dont want perfect skin because i obviously can never have it. what do i want? i want nice skin. not perfect, but nice. is that so much to ask for? nice skin as in maybe a pimple or two every now and then. a spot here and there. maybe occasional dry patches on my cheeks. i dont care. it's better than having what i'm having now.

you may think that i'm being shallow, superficial. it's more than that. it's about confidence and self-esteem. it's about how it's slowly eroding away, about how i'm losing the battle to this crippling skin 'disease'. i just... dont know what to do anymore. i'm losing my grip.

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i'm now looking at the photos taken in south africa last august. my skin was nice.

God...
what happened?

there i was, complaining about how that single pimple was destroying my face. now? here i am, with uncountable pimples and scars.

i guess it's true.
you never know what you've got until you've lost it.

4th August 2007: Kaapstad. Friday, June 13, 2008 |

according to my brother #2's travel journal(YES, he keeps one), he pee-ed in his pants today. it was 0625 hours.

hmmm... today was the day we received the news that the train, the Shongololo Express, we came to south africa for had been cancelled. we were suppose to board the train the following day. jolly good dammit. well, i dont know what i was feeling at that time. maybe a bit of shock and urm... shock. i wasnt as traumatised as some of the others though. in fact, i think my brother #1 was maybe even indifferent when mum told him about it. my bro #3 wasnt particularly affected. i dont think a 6-year-old would understand what was happening. as for the others... well, dad started cursing and saying how such a thing could even occur. mum was at her wit's end. bro #2 cried (no surprise, actually).

everyone started to go into siao lang mode.
me: went online and had a chat with my cousin in KL. (siao, right?)
bro #1: waited for his turn behind me.
bro #2: cried.
bro #3: somewhere... i think he was outside in the park, adjacent to the lodge, with dad.
mum: called the travel agency in KL, called the train representatives, didnt know what to do, kelam-kebut, almost lost her mind.
dad: cursed and then went out to the park with bro #3. lol
host: (european accent)(to mum) OH DEAR! how dreadful! do ask for my assistance should you require any. dont worry, dear! i'll help with your new arrangements...

mum decided that we should take a private tour in the end but what we were gonna do, where we were gonna go/stay etc hadnt been decided yet. what else could we have done? pack our bags and fly back to malaysia? HAHAHAHAHA. if we did, i would have gotten back just in time for my 2nd semester test which i would fail miserably because i didnt study at all BECAUSE we were going to south africa.

i think all that happened right after breakfast. the breakfast was your typical english breakfast with eggs, bacon and sausages. yummy. they cook it for you, right out of the kitchen, piping hot. anyways, after i was done using the internet, i went outside to the park. it was a sunny day, nice but still cold with table mountain in the background. there were no clouds at all. in the park, my brothers and i went around enjoying ourselves (went around chasing birds). it's not like we had anything else to do... dad was snapping photos and my mum was still inside panicking and deciding on our next move.

oblivious to everything.

soon-to-be-chased birdies.

okay, so after the private tour decision was made, we went to the V&A waterfront again. we had lunch at quay four seafood brasserie (alfresco once again). and over there, instead of flies, you have seagulls swooping over your head everywhere, trying to get to your food. a very interesting change for once, but still as annoying as the flies back home. even worse was the fact that you could die having them spill the contents of their asses on your food and you. bro #3 had a fun time trying to scare them (quite pointless as the birds weren't scared at all, well, unless you flung a barbeque pit at them). the food wasnt as nice as yesterday's. it was too rich and very gelak.

pesky seagulls.

for dessert, we went to haagen dazs and tried out the ice cream flavours not available in malaysia. bro#2 didnt finish his. silly... after that we went shopping at the Victoria Wharf Shopping Centre. all my brothers got pairs of shoes from timberland there. quite cheap so dad splurged. i didnt get anything... well, i wanted to enter the lacoste outlet but mum didnt let me. boohoo. she said the stuff there were too expensive. urm, hello? material boy here! haha... seriously.

someone looks retarded here...

we had hamburgers and the sort for dinner. the place was called dodge city. i heard that it was one of the more popular fastfood joints in south africa, well known for their "decadent selection of gelatos", italian ice cream. well, the person taking our order had such a heavy south african accent, my mum struggled to understand what she was blabbing about. she got annoyed, my mum got annoyed, everyone waiting in line got annoyed. finally, after an eternity of cavemen hand gestures and mythical amazonian flares and glares, we got to eat. the food was comme ci, comme ça la...

on the way back in the taxi, i told my mum i hoped that the towel i used this morning was dry already. i said i put it on the electronic heater thingy so it would dry faster. my parents imploded. turns out nothing should be put on the heater thing. they blared their horn right at me.

FIRST the train gets cancelled.
NOW you wanna burn down the whole lodge?!
who's going to pay for that?
WHO?!

i made a face, but not before i looked out the window in the the direction of our lodge, looking out for any trace of smoke from the fire that should be engulfing the place. i was kinda horrified at the possibilty of that happening.

but of course, nothing of that sort happened. thank the housekeeper! lol

3rd August 2007: Kaapstad. Thursday, June 12, 2008 |

Kaapstad.
Cape Town in afrikaans.

we had just arrived from jo'burg and everyone was plenty excited. it was 0920 hours and emerging from the airport, we were blasted by a freezing gust of wind. call me impulsive, but i was loving south africa already.

some guy hired to ferry us to the lodge we were staying in ushered us into the van and we were off. my dad started some small chat with him about the upcoming 2010 FIFA World Cup that was gonna be held in cape town herself and bla bla bla. i didnt care really. since when was my father a football person?

anyways, on the way to the lodge, i have to say i was quite astounded to see squatter camps in cape town. they were an eyesore against the magnificent backdrop that was table mountain. sad... like i said, every fabulous place has its 'dark' sides.

we arrived at table mountain lodge and the hosts there were so welcoming. we quickly unpacked and went off the the Victoria and Alfred Waterfront. table mountain would have been our first choice but the cable cars were closed for maintenance that weekend. oh well, the famous V&A was also a must on the list anyway. we went walking around the place. we went into the Waterfront Craft Market & Wellness Centre and the Red Shed Craft Workshop where they sold plenty of craft among other things. the handmade stuff were totally awesome but we didnt buy anything yet.

part of V&A with table mountain in the background.

boats berthed at the marina.

we stumbled upon this 'statue' when we were wondering around the place.

he didnt move an inch.

it was soon time for lunch so we chose to dine in the Baia sefood restaurant; it looked fancy enough. i think we were kinda outta our mind because we decided to dine alfresco. it wasnt exactly freezing, BUT it sure was cold. they had a few heaters by every table so that made it tolerable. first day there and i have to say, we splurged on food. the bill came up to 900rand, which in MYR was approximately 450. there was one weird part when we were paying the bill though. you see, the restaurants in south africa dont charge their customers any service tax. instead, it's up to the customers on how much they'd like to tip. normally, if the service was ok, the recommended tip is 10% of your total bill. if the service was good, BIG tip recommended. if the service was horrible and the waiters were rude, you may tip them less than 10%. totally unlike malaysia, where you have to pay a compulsory service tax tanpa megira the service good or not.

well, being the first-time-here tourists we were, we had no idea on how we were to go about this never-seen-before system. so my mum, wanting to make the bill 1000, tipped them 100rand which is really already more than 10%. but upon seeing that 100rand, you could immediately see the head waiter's face twist and contort into something resembling this:

more about this monkey in later entries. LOL

i guess he was expecting more. his service and hospitality was good enough but seeing him change so drastically at the end gave us the impression that it was all done with a quack smile. anyhoo, we scrambled from the restaurant after paying the bill for fear that we might get impaled by his fierce glare... and by the butter knife in his hand.

later, we went to the Two Oceans Aquarium. you get to see all the typical marine flora and fauna there. intriguing enough. the kelp forest was something new though, the only one of two in the world.

this is not the kelp forest, it's a little monster.

after our visit there, we went back to the craft centre. dad got bro #2 a magic kit since he finally agred to share it with bro #3. the kit guarantees that you'd be able to master all the magic tricks within it in i-dont-know-how-many-but-i-know-its-a-stupid-amount-of days! a big waste of money if you ask me. i was right; that thing is now somewhere in the house, rotting away in a some dark crevice.

we had hotdogs for dinner. the person manning the hotdog stand had a chat with us since he said the dogs would take awhile. he told us he'd been to malaysia and would love to go back there again. why? well, because he said the t-shirts there are dirt cheap compared to those sold in cape town. so he said he'd be going there to buy a huge load of t-shirts, smuggle them back here and then make big monaaaay selling. haha

the hotdogs were nice. soon, we said our goodbyes and made our way back to the lodge for some MUCH needed rest. phew.

this is south africa. Wednesday, June 11, 2008 |

i went to south africa last august. it was magic.

now now, i know what you're thinking:

SOUTH AFRICA?! HEH!
HELPING THE STARVING CHILDREN, ARENT YOU?
I'M SURE IT'S GONNA BE VERY VERY HOT THERE...
(BLA BLA BLA)

sigh. this was what i got when i told people i'd be gone from the face of malaysia for 3 weeks. people always assume that any country on the continent of africa is either "hot, VERY hot", "omg, dont let the elephants trample you!" or "aiya, nanti you become dark how? use SK-II ya?". also not forgetting the part where you people think that the africans there are constantly starving.

hehehe... well, maybe some african countries are really like that, but south africa certainly isnt. on second thought, maybe some parts are. okay... maybe i should stop contradicting myself, what say you? but i'm sure every country has it 'dark' sides. lol. but really, the places i visited were bliss.

but things kinda started off badly. the original plan was to fly to cape town and take the Shongololo Express from there to jo'burg. we'd be stopping at places maybe for a day or two and then get back on board to proceed to the next destination. the train would have been our hotel. my mum thought it would have been a great idea as we'd be saving time because the train would be moving to our next destination while we were sleeping. it beats the conventional way as you'd have to travel by van constantly wherever you wanted to go... which means wasting time slogging away inside.

anyway, we were to be in cape town for two days before boarding the train. but who knew, that on the second day we would receive a call from the train representatives, saying that it had been cancelled (stupid train. later, we found out that the last trip had been cancelled as well. dumb money-mongering freaks. we did get a refund though). everyone was in shock, esp my mum and my brother #2(he cried; lol). she was the one who did all the planning(supermum) and now the whole itinerary for our trip had been killed off. she was kinda at her wit's end. my dad didnt know what to do because he left everything to my mum. well, my mum being supermum, managed draw up another brand new plan.

maybe i'll continue next time. like, we were there for 3 weeks. i wonder how many entries this whole trip will take up. lol

LIAR! Tuesday, June 10, 2008 |

i lifted the toilet cover this afternoon and guess what? someone didnt flush! well, pee wouldnt have been so bad... BUT shit! it was SHIT! i dont care if its my shit, but your shit?! i dont know about you, but i am a NEAT FREAK when it comes to things like this. i dont tolerate such stuff. euck.

the only suspect was my brother. i am SURE he was the last one to use the bathroom. so, i was bathing and at the same time thinking of what to shout at him.

DAMMIT YOU SLOB!
WHY DIDNT YOU EFFING FLUSH YOUR SHIT!

later, i asked him why he didnt flush. i decided not to shout actually, although i was certain he was the culprit. well, he said he DID flush. i asked if he was sure. he said yes.

damn. i am convinced he was lying! or maybe he has transient amnesia nobody knows of. bleh. i wanted to catch him for doing it so badly... frustrating lo...

maybe i shouldnt flush should it happen again. evidence.



disgusting...

(unexpected) second rant of the day. Thursday, June 05, 2008 |

if you ever steal my chocolates again, you're dead.

the stupid old man, who is my grandfather(maternal), is a cause of much anger and annoyance. he takes people's happiness away. in my case, chocolate. that's the case for my brothers too.

everyone either dislikes him or just doesnt care about him.

he was:
  • (is)rich and VERY stingy
  • crazy
  • unreasonable
  • mad
  • weird
  • everything you'd love to hate him for
  • do not make me go into detail
i know he still is like that today, but it's all stifled in him. the reason: he's lost all his power. one wrong move and my mum woud explode.

i know i'm disrespectful but i just plain dont like him.

i am just so pissed he took my toblerone. i ate half earlier this afternoon and i'm sure he saw me eating it. then some time between then and 30 minutes ago, he devoured the other half. HALF! the maid saw him take it. maybe i should tell her to shout next time.

TOLONG! TOLONG!
ADA PENCURI!

yea, like that.

DAMMIT! i really feel like shouting at him now. he's amassed thousands in his darn bank account. he has so much because last time, he didnt splurge AT ALL, not even a bit; he was selfish. and now i wanna know why he isnt spending his own damn money to buy his own damn chocolates. you cant take all that money with you when you die, can you?

i also find him VERY irritating and annoying. he does all these noisy sighs and moans and groans randomly. he screams and shouts in his sleep so loudly even the neighbours hear it. he likes to argue with my grandma over stupid and miniscule things, for example, when there weren't any apples, he blamed my grandma for not getting any. unreasonable, right? he ended up getting stabbed in the hand with a knitting needle. besides that, he likes to ask weird stupid stuff. the other day, he asked me how to say porridge in mandarin. the next day, it was bak kut teh. he also likes to drag my brother aside and lecture him about the proper use of english, nouns, verbs etc. you see, he was an english teacher. i guess the teacher in him just wouldnt die. back to my brother: poor him.

anyhoo, i'm gonna put a notice up in the fridge:

DEAREST AH KONG,
TOUCH ANYBODY'S CHOCOLATES AGAIN,
AND YOU WILL KENA.

direct enough?




i suspect he's become a kleptomaniac.

rant of the day. |

pathetic.

fuel prices increase and the government tells us to change our lifestyle to accommodate the said increase. is that even feasible? IS IT?!

first of all, to save cost, you'd want to lessen the amount of oil you use up every month. easier said than done, ESPECIALLY with the damn stupid transportation system we have around here. how is that even possible? they're telling us to utilise the public transportation system to get somewhere? HAHAHAHAHANO. besides facing the risk of being blown out from the bus (rmb the emergency door incident?), we'd be wasting time. SO MUCH TIME, i'd probably resort to setting up a tent to spend a night in whenever i wait for a bus(if ever).

stupid! you stupid government should have memajukan the transportation system before even thinking of sending that astronaut into space(among other many useless, non-beneficial things)! MILLIONS GONE JUST LIKE THAT! MILLIONS that could have been used to make the transportation system maybe just a fraction better! i dont care how much, a fraction is better than nothing! ARGH. why couldnt you have been more far-sighted?! you should have known fuel prices would escalate one day! BTW, establishing a MRT was so much cheaper last time! didnt you ever think of penang? i love penang, but i want it to be more organised(in other words, it's a dump!). the roads are EVERYWHERE! there's no MRT! traffic jams abound! even with all that development, KL isnt even that much better off! just look at singapore! look long and hard, idiots! stop and stare! lee kuan yew was a visionary! because he was, singapore has everything! their MRT virtually connects the WHOLE ISLAND. you dont even need a friggin' car to live or work there. us? we are NOTHING. we have everything, we have the natural resources, we have the land and space... we have everything! YET, we are nothing.

and why is it so expensive to buy a car here? cars are so much cheaper everywhere else! why? OH, BECAUSE YOU WANNA GIVE PROTON A CHANCE. well, listen here, bub! they're failing because you pampered and protected them from the actual market! and why did you even bother spending millions saving it from devastation? DIE MA DIE LA!

In the United Kingdom, Proton cars suffer somewhat from
a poor public image. They are considered deeply unfashionable with
younger drivers and are identified as being a vehicle popular
with elderly people. -wikipedia

no surprise there.
but, GAWD, am i embarrassed...

so please, if you wanna lessen our burden, decrease the taxes incurred on those who buy cars other than PROTON. BAH!

i really wonder what they are gonna do with all the money they save from subsidies... send another astronaut into space? build another eye of malaysia? ooooh, disneyland! i cant wait! i really cant wait... to bludgeon you with my coconut.

petrol up, electricity also up. URGHH!

and because of YOU guys, i have to cancel my art classes. and YES, i go for art classes. unlike some people who spend all their money and time on tuition tuition tuition, i take time to spend time with my brothers/friends and also to nurture my seemingly non-existent artistic skills. it's called F-U-N. i must as well cancel all my other tuition... oh wait, i cant! society looks down on dumb people who dont take tuition! i forgot! silly me... *bangs head against wall*

and people? brace yourselves for another price hike. it's gonna go up and up and up... you know what? let us all just strip naked and go live in the jungle. besides being free from all the burdens of life, it's FUN! like, who cares anymore? hahaha

i can already predict the outcome of the next elections. too bad i wont be here to witness it. australia, here i come! i am very unpatriotic, i know, but they did this to themselves.





you're gonna get a parang-and-coconut-wielding riot on your hands soon.

OH MY GAAAAWD. Tuesday, June 03, 2008 |

*cellphone starts ringing*

i pick it up and there's this person speaking malay to me. i didnt even understand what the dude was talking about. he was mumbling, or so i thought. anyway, i deduced that it was probably another drunk person who dialled the wrong number and so, started to say hello. many many times. in a seriously annoyed manner. i tried to make him realise he was talking to a really, really annoyed teenage boy.

and then when he didnt hang up, i got really irritated. i took the phone away from my ear and started shouting loudly, directly into the receiver.

HELLOOO!
HIIIII!
HELLO!!!
WRONG NUMBER!!!

then i suddenly heard him say something about a driving test and undang-undang.
shit.

holy guacamole! he was the man who's gonna fetch me to the driving centre for the test tomorrow!

i felt horrible. embarrassed. harga diri went down the drain. *CRINGE*

AHHHHHHHH!






i think i learnt my lesson, mum, dad. so please, stop laughing at me.