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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.

stop. Tuesday, August 26, 2008 |

i am now on leave.
damn examinations, my life's dictated by them.
it's not like i'm in the mood to blog anyway.
hmph.

righteousness. Saturday, August 23, 2008 |

i really hope the PAS youth make more baseless and narrow-minded demands, like how they wanted the avril lavigne concert banned early this month, so we can continue laughing and rolling our eyes at them. i was reading the news about how the concert was 'un-banned', when i too read about how that ridiculous PAS remark made headlines around the world. it's funny, because when i read the national news, it never really occurs to me that it would considered international news for other countries. so, being bored and not wanting to study at all, i googled 'avril lavigne concert banned'. the results included those from various online newspaper websites and blogs too, obviously. i admit i felt very shiok when i skimmed the articles to the parts where the PAS youth faced ridicule for what they said. they deserve it. this world does not need such antiquated and bigoted people like them, really. well, maybe we do need them. for entertainment! samy vellu serves the same purpose too.

kemaluan saya besar.
samy vellu

that is a classic.

so yes, avril lavigne will be performing here after all. in your faces, you haters!

rock on, avril.
burn your eyes out with this, PAS buggers!

i can drive, you morons! Friday, August 22, 2008 |

urm...
yea, i just wanted to drive home,
no pun intended
,
the message i can drive already.




i'm having so much fun freaking my mum out.

waiting for an islamic revolution. Thursday, August 21, 2008 |

i cant believe they actually cancelled the avril lavigne concert.
u.n.b.e.l.i.e.v.a.b.l.e.

normally, i would rant about how stupid and unjustified this whole thing is. but now i know better. what i say here will not change or influence whatever that has happened. i am powerless. besides, i am just too appalled by the decision and reasons given by the ministry in charge.

hey, since we've already taken that first step, why dont we just carry on and ban everything unmalaysian, unislamic? hmmm... for starters, we could stop the import of all english books, fiction and non-fiction. malay is the official language of malaysia, aint it? make islam a compulsory subject to study in school too. next, we could ban all foreign fashion goods and lay down a law stating all women would have to wear the burqa. only then can we cultivate that male chauvinist pig attitude. yay! after that, we can start persecuting all the christians, buddhists, hindus e.g. execute all non-believers, robohkan all churches and temples, make everyone convert to islam. movies and music without malaysian and islamic values would also have to be banned. in fact, we should also incorporate islamic motifs and influences into local architecture. finally after a few tweaks here and there, we can start a nuclear programme and make all the other countries (the whole world actually) hate us.

omg, i cant wait.

twisted. Wednesday, August 20, 2008 |

life just loves playing with my mind,

because i might be getting that mini cooper after all.

:)




getting my license tomorrow. better watch out.

not meant to be. Tuesday, August 19, 2008 |

anonymous yes, i will try to write a review on that book, as soon as i pry it from my mum's hands. gosh, i havent even read it yet. haha. ohyea, i got a book with a different cover. couldnt find that one on the internet, so i had to use the one i used. the one from the internet looks nicer though... ok, i hate being long-winded.
jo are you THAT crazy about classic cars too? high five.
jack yes, such things will never happen... to you. bwahaha. just joking la.

i think i'm down with the flu today. urgh. i'm tired, oh so tired. zero appetite for food too. and besides having a headache, i also had one of those i'm-here-to-stay-in-your-bowels, non-diarrhoeic stomachaches. my whole body aches, dammit.

we went to test drive the hyundai i10 today. i guess it was ok. normally, anyone would be happy getting their first car, but i was not. i wasnt happy nor was i sad. it was indifference. i really hope the thought of me actually being a spoilt rotten brat doesnt occur to you, because i am not. well, maybe just a wee bit spoilt, not dudley dursley spoilt. i just really want a classic car.

pros of having a classic car:
you stand out.
it's way cheaper than most modern cars.
its value increases as time goes by.

the cons:
high maintenance.
may break down constantly.
not that fuel-efficient.
you may not make it out alive if you crash into an ais kacang stall.

imagine this morsel killing you.

maybe i exaggerated that last one, but safety-wise, it's just not up to par with today's standards. but do i care?! no! i wouldnt have given a damn even if you told me it'd explode when raindrops fall on the bonnet, i'd still want it!

gosh.
armageddon. apocalypse. the antichrist. anything! just put me out of my misery.
i hope you can imagine my distress.

in the end, my mum told me i could go around collecting these classic cars in the future when i'm rich and successful(LOL)... when i'm old! did i mention i can get quite impatient at times? yea... argh.

let's just say, and as cliché as it sounds, some things are just never meant to be.



ais kacang pic taken from vkeongdotcom. i just love food sites!

cars, cars and more cars. Monday, August 18, 2008 |

jo the owner took me for a drive and everything seemed great.
seumas why? would you feel embarrassed in it?
harhar

the fiat 850 coupe (last post. it's just a photo i got off the internet) is just so NIIICE. the one i had a look at was silver and black. it was just so amazing i wanted to explode there and then. it's a classic, yet still so relevant in today's automotive world. damn, i want it so bad.

here's a nicer one.

i am a sucker for classic cars. i cant really pinpoint the exact reason. they just, catch my eye. i literally gawk and stare at every classic car that's on the road. well, nice ones la, not old, beat-up sardine cans.

(dreary) sigh. well, newsflash. it is not confirmed that i'll be getting that car.

NOOOOOOO!

my mum said the asking price was a wee bit too high. there's also the possibility that it'll break down due to constant use. the owner only took it out for a drive every once a week or so, whereas i plan to use it every-freakin-day. there's always a possibility that i might 'fall out of love' with the car due to the constant breakdowns, so yea... but all hope is not lost. we're just trying to keep our options open.

so... what other options? muahahaha.

1. a classic mini cooper

my mum's friend is looking for a nice one for me, all the way in KL. thanks :)

2. a hyundai i10. yea. that new one. doesnt deserve a photo because i'm not that excited about it.

that's all actually. lol.

but here is my dream list.

NO.1 that car from supernatural.

a 1967 chevrolet impala. i get the shivers whenever i see this car. honestly? that car is just so hot. oh god... spare me.

NO.2 MGB GT V8.

this is pure self-torture. that's why i hate window shopping.

NO.3 Aston Martin DB5.

a james bond car. appeared in goldfinger eons ago.
me, now: borderline insanity.

NO.4 1963 Jaguar XK-E Roadster.

not exactly your 'conventional' car but still, wow.

NO.5 Leopard 6 Litre Roadster.

oh my god. this is mind-blowing. a fairly recent one though. designed to almost look like a classic. i'd love to have one.


...if only.

you must be mad. Thursday, August 14, 2008 |

beauty. and i might be getting her.
i'm happy today. ;)

SHAME on you. Wednesday, August 13, 2008 |

i'm sure everyone tuned in to watch the opening ceremony of the beijing olympics. who wouldnt? biggest event of the year, so they say. so, you'd surely remember that pretty little girl singing. the one in pony tails and a red dress. that smile on her face, the one she had been practising for several months before 8/08/08.

it seemed like she was the perfect little girl.
vocal talent? check.
(engineered) smile? check.
looks? check.
ponytails? little red dress? expressiveness?
check. check. check.

but alas, it was all a blatant lie.
china lied to us all. they lied to the two little girls, one who was seen but not heard and the other heard but not seen.
and i hate such liars.

white lies are fine by me. in fact, lying to save your life would be absolutely acceptable. but THIS? a lie right smack in the face of the 4 billion people watching the occasion. how twisted can they get?

i know that it was all about perfection. it HAD to be. 面子wat. but i dont believe that, among all those children in china, they couldnt even find one who was pretty and able to sing. if they couldnt find a girl, find a boy! anything! JUST DONT FAKE IT.

here's the worst part. the performance won her critical acclamation. "Tiny singer wins heart of nation". china daily had this to say:

Lin Miaoke might be only 9 years old
but she is well on her way to becoming a star,
thanks to her heartwarming performance.

nothing was mentioned about her not singing a single note of the song.

all this, whilst the real superstar, Yang Peiyi, stayed in her shadow, doomed to be eternally forgotten had such treachery not been exposed. but i'm not saying the now seemingly not-so-perfect-after-all little girl is to be blamed for all this. she had no role in the planning of the event. in fact, her performance was great if you would overlook that tiny, little aspect of her lip-synching. it's the ones in-charge who you should point your fingers at. have they ever thought of how she would feel? seeing her voice being used? having another little girl take all the credit and the whole world's applause? how selfish and appalling.

the ceremony's musical director argued that "they had to do it" and "everything done was in the interest of the nation". "The child on camera should be flawless in image, internal feeling and expression. ... Lin Miaoke is excellent in those aspects" and "the decision was made at the highest levels," he said.

dont give me, or everyone else for that matter, that kind of poppycock.

Yang Peiyi was chosen only for her voice because she was 'imperfect' in all the other aspects required. she had uneven teeth and maybe her face a bit too wide. like, what the heck?! almost all children go through phases like this. i used to be a chubby, little boy with slightly uneven teeth. she's not even that bad-looking. she's actually very adorable.

reading the news this afternoon just got me so distressed. even i believed she was the one singing. is this what's become of the world? it's already horrible the way it is right now. lying to little children and using them just to get that perfect 10? now that's just another all-time low for society.

i personally would be crushed if i were her. she wouldnt feel anything now, but i expect some sort of psychological trauma in the future. and any sensible parent would agree with me that they would never allow such an 'atrocity', especially when your own flesh and blood's involved. i guess her parents were just in a flurry to make their country proud, at whatever the cost. that's very patriotic but still - let me break it to you discretely - CRAP. and then there was the issue of 面子, 'face'. also, i dont think she really understood the whole situation. i'm betting that all they told her was that she would make her parents and country very proud. bangga, ya? and yes, having your child involved in this once-in-a-lifetime phenomenon would be extremely gratifying, but under such circumstances? no way.

not for all the glory in the world.

Just gimme some truth — all I want is the truth.
John Lennon, "Gimme Some Truth"

china, shame on you.





i actually found the whole opening ceremony rather boring. nothing spectacular really. i only liked the countdown and the part where the umbrellas with children's faces were opened. sarah brightman ruined the song, btw. it was painful to listen to. wait, was it even a song?
oh wait... china is a communist country. so had her parents said no, they would have been beheaded...

Alhamdulillah, I am safe. Tuesday, August 12, 2008 |

they say the new list of NS trainees for 2009 has been released.

the server for the website crashed - i tried it.

so there was only one other way to find out. SMS.

anyway, it was Seumas who called me about it. once i heard those words "the NS list is out", my sympathetic nervous system kicked in.

a huge surge of adrenaline pumped through my veins.
my heart started beating at 200 thumps per nanosecond.
my hands turned clammy and my pupils dilated.

---------

Seumas and i sent the confirmation SMS together.
and guess what?

we didnt get it.
nehnehnehbooboo.



sorry, but i just had to do that. dont worry though, because Insha'Allah, you all dont come back in caskets... or even worse, in pieces.

in the name of Alöis Alzheimer! Sunday, August 10, 2008 |

i seem to forget stuff very easily nowadays.
i would be thinking of the topic/issue/rant i'd be blogging about later, then a few microseconds later, i'm like "WHAT...?" and this whole memory loss thing doesnt only apply to the aforementioned scenario. like gosh, i was telling myself to search for a recipe for butterscotch sauce in the afternoon and i actually forgot about it until just before i wrote 'like gosh'. i mean, forgetting mathematical equations would be fine BUT a recipe for butterscotch sauce?! ridiculous! i am not amused.
maybe i should do more sudoku to at least slow down the onset of alzheimer's. heehee

i have started to study for my SPM trials already... wait, studying isnt really the word i would use to describe it. it's more of flipping and scanning through my notes. at least i've started to do something, right? i've just started on biology and when i think about the other subjects i have yet to cover - physics, chemistry, history, mandarin etc - it just blows my mind. sometimes, i just feel like curling up in bed, read a book, sleep, whatever. but that's just not possible right now. in fact, having said that, i should not be blogging at all. exams, glorious exams... what have i done to deserve this? i think it has something to do with being malaysian...

guess whose birthday it is today? i'll give you a hint.

it is an inanimate object.
i repeat, it's something DEAD.

it's a stuffed toy. dead things have birthdays? how oxymoronic. i was thinking of death anniversaries. anyway, that stuffed dog my brother owns is one lucky stuffed dog. which brother? the one in standard six this year. and yes, you are allowed to at least guffaw and choke on your saliva. these 'birthdays' have been going on for a few years now, ever since he acquired it. and did i mention its name? barky, that's its name. i say, how creative. i personally couldnt have thought of a better one myself. there's also cake involved. in fact, it's a full-blown birthday party. his other stuffed toys joined in on the celebrations as well! i could even hear my youngest brother singing the happy birthday song just now. i cant wait for the moment when he looks back on times like these. then he'll realise how, urm, disturbing they were.
interesting fact about barky: he... i mean, IT was suspected of being a drug mule, or 'drug dog' whatever, by new zealand airport authorities. seriously, they thought we were using it to smuggle some drugs into the country. i actually half-hoped they had opened him up. surgery! yay.


i've found the recipe! here:

Butterscotch Sauce
credits to chef michael smith

A cup of white sugar
A cup of water
A stick of butter (four ounces) cut into a few pieces
A cup of cream
A dribble of vanilla

Pour the sugar into a small, tight pile in the middle of a saucepot. Add the water, pouring around the pile then begin heating over a high heat. Don’t stir! The water and sugar will quickly dissolve together and form simple syrup. As the heat increases it’ll begin simmering and steaming and the water will gradually evaporate. Once it’s gone the steam will die down and the temperature will begin to rise leaving behind a pure melted sugar syrup.

As the heat continues to rise the sugar will start to turn pale golden. When you see the first hint of colour gently swirl the pan to keep the colour even. When it’s a deep golden brown add the butter and whisk it in until the sauce is smooth. This will drop the caramel’s temperature out of the sugar browning range.

Add the cream and vanilla and whisk until smooth. Pour into a jar and refrigerate until thickened.


perfect with vanilla ice cream.
yum.

dead at the end of this entry. Monday, August 04, 2008 |

yes. kidnapped, tortured and burnt at stake, or more likely staked, by mobs of passionate fans of the twilight series.

now, let me tell you something: i seriously cannot fathom how obsessed so many girls and boys have become with the series. even the boys in my school have joined the craze! and trust me when i say that is really something, it's really something. i've read the first book and honestly, i was not blown away, meaning i didnt have that certain crazy i-need-to-effing-get-the-sequel-or-i-WILL-spontaneously-combust impulse.

damn, i smell bleach... miniature killer. eeek.

i know novels are works of FICTION, but have you ever met characters so perfect prior to the series?

this, is edward cullen.
impossibly beautiful.
skin "like marble";
pale, ice cold,
and sparkles in sunlight like diamonds.
scent and voice so inconceivably seductive.
facial features perfect and angular;
high cheekbones,
strong jawline,
a straight nose,
and beautiful, full lips.
hair always in casual disarray...


oh gawd, if all it takes is a vampire bite to be like that, please, by all means! hopefully my skin clears up, my teeth align perfectly and my eyes turn greyish green too. yay.

random thought: edward cullen is so perfect that even robert pattinson, who's portraying him in the movie, isnt even this close! he's too perfect! no human being can embody him! so why bother making a movie when the standards have been set mt everest high? everyone will just be disappointed.

i'm not being bias just because i can, but i didnt really find the plot something i would shout about, much less those perfect vampires. i guess some people need someplace to indulge their fantasies in. being that pretty girl in presence of super-duper-burnt-her-panties hot vampire? OR even being the super-duper-melted-my-hot-fudge-sundae hot vampire himself?
pauses
wow. that is really orgasmic.

oh, i dunno... maybe i should give the other books a try...




oh lord. OH NO YOU DONT. almost lured me to the darkside...


oh shucks. cookies? i'll reconsider.

Lucifer, the Morning Star. Sunday, August 03, 2008 |


i just got this book. should be an interesting read.

so! are people born good, or are they born evil?
hahahaha




satan: weeee...

yikes. Friday, August 01, 2008 |

i lost!!! stupid tennis tournament...

i lost because:
- i couldnt serve, mainly because when i had to look up to hit the ball, the glare of sunlight was right in my eyes. too bad the total solar eclipse couldnt be seen from here.
- it was hilariously windy. i was so sure i was going to hit the ball, but i guess the wind blew the ball off its supposed trajectory. so malu when i missed the ball...
- my backhand sucks.
- and a few silly mistakes.

i was playing against my friend, so yes, he knew my weaknesses. yeeeeesh, shouldnt have divulged so much. it's like i conveyed all my worries and fears to him weeks before the tournament. still, i dont think it would have made a huge difference anyways.

an experience worth remembering nonetheless.



after the tournament, i had lunch and then pigged out until 7.30 in the evening. ahhh, the joy of sleeping. i'm sure i would have slept until morning had i skipped tuition...