True Story Of What Was.

Year of The Parrot.

2011-02-17T22:12:00.002+08:00

Its Chinese Valentine's Day. Anyone throwing oranges into the sea with their phone number on it?

Its been almost 5 years since I started to call my sister "Kakak". "Kakak" means elder sister in Malay (totally overrated language in school but very useful when you want to bitch about someone in a foreign country) and in Malaysia, "kakak" is also what you call your maid. Which is why I've been calling her "kakak" since then, not like she does any maid duties for me anyway.

Then one day, "kakak" suddenly seemed boring so I switched it to "Burung Kakak Tua" which means parrot. And ever since that day, I've been so keen on getting her a parrot on whatever occasion.

Of course, she isn't fond of the idea of owning a parrot at all. One short conversation and suddenly we're being compared to hedgehogs.

But they are pretty damn awesome creatures.

Dream Often.

2011-02-17T04:02:00.002+08:00

Do you like sappy quotes and pictures? This is a good tumblr site for it.

So apparently they had some operation on nabbing unmarried Muslim couples in budget hotels on Valentine's Day. We (Malaysia) even made it to BBC news. Joy. I'm sure they feel pretty "victorious" about it with the whole "I told you so" attitude that Valentine's Day is indeed bad for society and against social norms.

But then again, maybe they should visit those budget hotels more often and see that its actually happening every other day.

Told you Valentine's Day is all about chocolates and flowers to me. I got a sunflower :D

Apparently I got a sunflower because its yellow (I like yellow if you haven't figured) when I thought that it actually meant I was the "sunshine" of someone's life. Then it hit me and I remembered that I actually do like sunflowers because its yellow. How unromantic. Haha.

I think there is a story behind the whole sunflower thing though. I just can't remember which version is the original.

This should be my bible.

What's All The Hype About?

2011-02-12T18:46:00.002+08:00

Did you read that article in The Star recently about Sedition Act 1948? The word freedom in "freedom of speech" should be redefined.

Its the time of the year again where love is overflowing because its human nature to make a big deal out of something for one day and then totally forget about it the next - Valentine's Day. The day where everything is overpriced and overrated. But in Malaysia, we bring Valentine's Day to a whole new level. We still do have the overpriced and overrated, we also have politicians bickering over the one day in the whole entire year that actually promotes love.

Can you believe that some politicians are actually saying that Valentine's Day is a trap for sinful doings? Do they honestly think that people only have sex on Valentine's Day? Once in a while you weird minded politicians want to hear what the younger generation has to say about current issues right?

So here's my newsflash to you. I'm 20 years old this year, I technically just left high school a few years ago, for everyday in the whole year, my classmates would be watching porn behind the classroom and we fill condoms with water during Biology for the fun of it. Honestly, because of your lack of sex education implemented in school, that was my sex education in school. No, I didn't turn out to be a rapist and I've never gotten pregnant and dumped a baby by the side of the road before. Valentine's Day was the one day my classmates stopped watching porn and gave each other presents as a sign of gratitude, not only affection. So for the love of God, please stop saying that Valentine's Day is the day where people fuck and do sinful acts. Ask me how many virgin friends I have. I've been having difficulties pointing them out too. Its happening every 14th of every month of every year. Not just February 14th.

Look at this stupid fool. Almost a year ago he said that national celebrations such as New Year and Valentine's Day is among the main causes for baby dumping. Which rock is he living under? Before all this hype created mostly by him (picture above) came about, Valentine's Day was all about overpriced chocolates and flowers and New Year's was about fireworks.

Ask any kid who isn't exposed to their outrageous remarks about Valentine's Day. The last thing on their mind would be sex because its probably already too nerve-wrecking to confess their feelings to their crush, taking off their pants wouldn't be first choice.

You know your country is too damn serious when they start getting serious about love.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Cover your stump before you hump! And to all the Malaysian Muslims out there, with all due respect, happy Valentine's Day to you too. But that's all. Your leaders are freaking out. Don't hump.

The Good Old Days

2011-02-10T23:35:00.005+08:00

The whole anti Valentine's Day thing by PAS is going on again. Last year, there was this thing going on about girls not wearing underwear on Valentine's Day and it totally freaked them out. Bras off this year, anyone?

WE (Huilyn Ho, Aaron is Stupid (remember him?) and The Whore) WENT ROCK CLIMBING!

We went all the way to Putrajaya Challenge Park to rock climb because its so damn cheap compared to Camp 5. Their entrance fee is only 3 bucks and there's no super pro climbers there to freak the shit out of newbies.

Look, Facebook slippers.

Bouldering (climbing without a rope and falling onto a crash pad) is pretty easy. The rocks are easy to hold on, the only challenge would actually be the part where you have to let go when you reached the top and take a free fall onto the crash pad. It may sound fun but all of us decided to climb half way down and then drop down.

And I wanna go bungee jumping one day. Rock climbing definitely made me doubt whether I have enough balls to jump off a higher place.

Aaron is Stupid - never changed, never will.

By the way, because The Whore (Her name is Sarah) would actually want everyone to know this, see that purple wall behind Aaron and I? She would like you to know that she made it to the top but Aaron couldn't. But in his defence (and mine too) we could climb that slanting bouldering wall and she couldn't (and Huilyn Ho too).

Our friend, Azrina, who came along after that and taught us how to tie the harness and shit like that, was so afraid that we, newbies, would drop her. The only way she felt a little more assured of her safety was the three of us belaying her while she was climbing.

Aaron was the first to puncture, but then he claims its because he went to the gym that morning before he came to rock climb.

Made it to the top, made sure I had a picture while I was on top, totally freaked out half way down because the knot was coming off.

And that was my last wall. Never ever overdo bouldering if you're going to do the hardcore stuff later on.

And this is Huilyn Ho attempting the wall that I made it to the top. And because I would like the whole world to know this, she didn't make it to the top like I did. But in her defence, her muscle started to cramp half way up.

Everyone was very defensive that day. LETS GO AGAIN!

In For The Kill

2011-02-06T16:27:00.004+08:00

I feel so unhealthy from all the beer.

Whoever that thinks that lawyers are the first to go to hell, I beg to differ. Telecommunication companies, the owner, the marketing manager, the whole advertising department, should be the first ones in hell.

Here's the thing. A year ago, I made my parents switch telco companies from Maxis to Digi because Maxis was conning our asses off. We were loyal users to Maxis but then every new promotion and cheaper rates were only offered to the new subscribers, so we thought, screw them lets settle for something else.

We did and then the real hassle came along. Right before i got my parents to switch to Digi, I already had a Digi number, so i knew that the signal and everything else was good in our location. Just as they got their Digi number, the signal in my house is as good as shoving the phone up my ass and making a call from there.

So i called customer service a billion times before someone actually contacted me back to tell me that a building recently came up and it was blocking all signals in my housing area.

Thanks to Twitter, I got to rant all my anger directly to Digi and to show my utmost frustration and dissatisfaction. Yeah, call me rude or whatever, but try having a mobile service that wouldn't let you call out most of the times, and even if you do succeed, half of my sentence won't make it through because the call drops. If you think I'm exaggerating, call me. Recite the alphabets and I bet the call will cut off once you reach H or something.

Look what Digi replied. First, their so called "sites" which should be up within 3 months must have never made it because as far as I know April to November isn't just 3 months apart. Secondly, suggesting that I switch to another provider after my complains? Is that what you call customer service? Who the fuck tells their own customer to leave and support their competitor?

But of course, who the hell am I to them. I'm just one customer and even if I leave, it won't make any difference to them at all. I honestly don't give that much of a damn about the bad signal anymore, I just want to punch whoever that is managing the Digi Twitter account. Seriously, to tell your customers to leave and switch to another service provider? You're definitely some kid who didn't study anything about business and they probably hired you just because you know how to tweet.

So good job, you did manage to divert my attention away from the initial problem because now my problem is obviously you. Arrogant piece of shit.

P/s: Good job on the Sambal Belacan advertisement. Maybe you people should stop providing mobile services and just become an advertising company instead.

The One Where Pi Almost Got Away

2011-02-03T23:11:00.004+08:00

Because it's Chinese New Year, I'll refrain myself from blogging about how stupid Digi is for now.

Candid shot of the family photo.

Happy Chinese New Year, everyone! First day has been the most mellow for the first time ever. Hardly any house visiting, more beer drinking.

This may seem like a Tiger beer advertisement, but its not.

The Sister and I haven't been having our random photo shoots lately ever since she started working. But today we finally got to it again. Remember my Burung Kakak Tua?

This is my Burung Kakak Tua.

And half way through snapping photos of one another, Pi walked out of the house, crossed the road and went on to his own adventure.

So this is me carrying that fat thing back to the house. (Looks like a Tiger beer advertisement right?) Imagine if we lost Pi on the first day of Chinese New Year.

Not only would my mother take away all my ang pao packets to pay for the lost and found coloured posters, (Not sure why "coloured posters" since Pi is black and white) I'm pretty sure my mother would disown me too.

I'm gonna go grab another beer now to soothe my soul.

Y U NO MANNERS?!

2011-02-01T20:27:00.006+08:00

I've never felt such pain in my life. Every muscle in my body is aching. Damn you, rock climbing. LETS GO AGAIN!

You know why most of the youth in Malaysia (or Asia, possibly) can't wait to grow up? I'm not talking about the 14 year old girls who wears blue eyeshadow or the 14 year old boys who smokes outside the school compound.

I'm talking about our typical Asian society where age is superiority. In fact, age is so superior in our social norms that I'm surprised that the senior citizens in Malaysia gets so little benefits compared to other countries.

Before I get to the bad part, I would like to clarify like I find certain old people quite cute to watch, especially when they are 80 and holding hands with their spouse (also 80, not some 23 year old China gold digger).

I think one of the main reasons why people just can't wait to grow up in an Asian society is because no matter how right you are in something, if you're younger than the other, you're still wrong.

But haven't you (since you're reading this, I assume that you're at least 18 and above and have most probably been through enough situations with the elders to know) come across a situation where that particular elder person is wrong beyond his/her soul and he/she will still ask you to "shut up" because you shouldn't fight back with an older person or how the so-called argument ends up with you being labeled as "no manners" just because you viewed your own opinion to them once in your whole life?

I've dealt with plenty of self obsessed old(er) people who think that they own the world. Their ultimate usage of their age would be to push in crowded areas and when you tell them off whether nicely or sternly, they would tell you how you don't respect old people and that kids nowadays have no manners. Well, where's their manners when they are shoving everyone beside them?

And when you argue with them on a certain topic, its heading to the point where they are obviously proven wrong, what do they do? Raise their voice and claim that we, kids, have no manners. But them raising their voice to show superiority and to protect whats left of their ego is well mannered?

If any of you old uncle and aunties are any sort of what i just described, and you view the younger generation as ill-mannered (Not claiming that we are all saints because there are some really assholic people among us, but I'll get to that another day) maybe you should instill some respect for other people around you then maybe you'll get the respect that you deserve too.

Respect doesn't come with age, you fucking earn it.

(If your parents are like that, feel free to let them read this. But please don't give out my phone number or email address. Haha. No, i'm kidding. Bring it on, bitch.)

3.14159265

2011-01-30T00:44:00.004+08:00

HI!

Its been so long since I mentioned anything about Pi that its actually becoming sinful.

Since Pi came into our lives, many things have changed. Like his weight and his eating habits. He no longer only eats roasted chicken breast, my dad somehow became good friends with the bak kut teh owner and the owner has been passing my dad bags of uneaten bak kut teh meat for my dog to consume. Hence, the weight and that snobby little "I own the world" face.

Something like that.

This picture has been taken a while ago. And no, I did not make my dog stand up that way just to take a picture of him like that, just like our own Malaysian couple who tried to make their dog evolve overnight. Pi just stands up like that whenever he wants something. Which is why I told my mother that if that crazy bitch who abused her dog just to make her dog pose in that position sees Pi stand in such a way willingly, I'm pretty sure she'll kidnap him.

Still a fan of sleeping in tight corners and 90 degree corners too.

Chinese New Year is just around the corner and the fireworks hasn't been too friendly to my poor Pi, as you can see he is taking refuge under the table with that solemn face. I don't play with fireworks anymore not because its illegal, because my mother would be very unhappy that I made her princess dog unhappy.

Happy New Year to all of you! Just in case I disappear from the blogging world again.

OPERASI DELETE

2011-01-28T15:22:00.008+08:00

My creepy neighbour is snooping into my house. I think he thinks no one is home. I should play some porn really loudly now.

Let's talk about Facebook. Or even better, lets talk about what's on our Facebook. How many times have you been in this situation where you're like "WHY AM I EVEN FRIENDS WITH A PERSON LIKE THAT?!" or maybe something less thoughtful like "SHUT THE FUCK UP!".

Call me unfriendly but personally, I've already hidden 4 people in total and deleted the rest that I couldn't really be bothered to put up with anymore. But then again, its not "cool" to post up Facebook statuses like "Time to delete people off Facebook!" or a more narcissistic status like "Lets see who isn't good enough to be my friend anymore." (I seriously have such people on my list, but not anymore.)

This post shall be called "Operasi Delete" which means Operation Delete in a more civilised language. And here's why you should gather yourself to do it.

- You get a less annoying news feed.
- This isn't Friendster, nobody cares about how many friends you have.
- This isn't Friendster, nobody cares about how many friends you have.
- This isn't Friendster, nobody cares about how many friends you have.
- "I ADDED HIM/HER?!?!"

There's only 2 things on Facebook that really ticks me off.

Let's call it the "Go away and stay there" Facebook friend. I once had this guy who added me on Facebook and I approved his request because I definitely knew him, I just couldn't recall from where. And then he would continuously spam my Facebook chat when I didn't reply his first "Hi." No shit, he went on like "HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI" until he died. No, until I appeared offline on Facebook chat. Which I think is the reason why most people appear offline on Facebook chat. So you guys can relate to me right? I'm not evil, they are just stupid and then you call me evil for pointing it out and then agree with me silently.

Second thing that made my blood boiled (and this was major). Do you have a friend who isn't anything at all, who one day decided to create a Facebook fan page of him or herself and then decided to add you "to be a fan" 20 billion times? (230 billion less than the total number of Facebook users) It finally stopped after what seemed like 20 billion years and to this date, she managed to rake in almost 1000 fans. Seriously, what are they a fan of? Is there some soliciting I don't know about? (Don't you haters start posting thing like "oh, you're just jealous of her." Seriously, there's a better way to argue)

And we all have a friend who fights with just about anyone on Facebook. Their Facebook statuses are always on something said subtly but always filled with anger to different people all the time. If you're the kind that likes gossips, then this is definitely a friend to keep on Facebook.

We all have a friend who is still hung over the same guy or girl for 20 billion years (230 billion less than the total number of Facebook users) and this point is made known to the world because everything that comes out of their stupid keyboard is "I miss her.", "Why did it have to end?", "Why am I so stupid to let it go?", "I'm so lonely now." WELL WE KNOW IT ENDED, YOU ARE STUPID AND LONELY WOULD BE WHEN EVERYONE DELETES YOU OFF FACEBOOK.

We all have a friend who wasn't anyone or at least anyone people would label "party animal" in high school and suddenly their Facebook statuses are going on and on and on about drugs, smoking, clubbing. If you're going to sound like that, can you at least make yourself not sound like you're trying so hard? Imagine this "Yeah man, let's do some lysergic acid diethylamide, drinks lots of distilled beverage and have an occasion on which people can assemble for social interaction and entertainment all night!" (In layman's term: Yeah man, let's do some LSD, drink lots of booze and party all night!)

I have 637 friends on Facebook, let's see if I have any "Omg, that bitch is talking about me" friends and delete me off Facebook after this blog post.

Sweet Justice

2011-01-27T00:28:00.003+08:00

Its been so damn long, but finally there's really something worth mentioning.

I'm sure all of you have heard about the toy Poodle abuse video circulating around Facebook like wildfire. Throughout the 15 minute long video, I only made it through 4 minutes and already felt like a part of me died inside.

No, this post isn't going to contain any names or address like you wish because honestly, I'm not too sure if the names mentioned are even the correct names as one guy has already gotten blamed wrongly by the Taiwan press (I would sue, if i were you)

Why in the world would anyone want to force their dog to stand up right like that for more than what they are able to? Did they not realise that the creature standing before them has 4 legs instead of a pair of legs and a pair of hands?

If I was there guy in the picture above, I wouldn't get so angry at the dog for not being able to stand on its hind legs. Some dogs can and some dogs can't (My dog can, please don't kidnap thanks) I could so easily beat him up and throw him around the room for being such an ugly piece of shit and I could give the reason that ugly people offends me. But is it really his fault for being ugly?

Or i could beat up his girlfriend (the one recording the whole ordeal of her own dog getting abused) because she's so stupid to let it happen and I could say that stupid people offends me. Is it really her fault for being stupid? (Arguable question)

This would be a screenshot of the Poodle getting kicked so hard and it flew half way across the room.

The only thing confirmed is that the couple are Malaysians = Asians. Which comes to this point. Do we really need to wonder why the Westerners look down on Asians when our people are doing such screwed up things? We got angry when the Japanese stepped on puppies with high heels for sexual pleasures. Then the Malaysian couple decided to make their dog evolve overnight into a human being after dinner.

But then again, there was the Western girl who threw puppies into the river while yelling "weeee" and the people who set the Pitbull on fire in Baltimore, USA. We're all screwed up people in a very screwed up world.

What Do You Want From Me

2010-10-14T01:14:00.003+08:00

Its not even unbelievable anymore.

When Malaysia first announced that Adam Lambert was to perform here, my first reaction was "HAHAHAHAH. YEAH SURE. HAHAHAHA. PAS IS GONNA LET HIM COME (no pun intended) WITHOUT PROTESTING. HAHAHAHA". And after weeks of convincing everyone I know that it will happen, it finally did.

Click here to read without squinting your eyes.

"Lambert is morally unfit. His gay lifestyle will harm our society. He is of bad, bad character and poses a danger to young Malaysians," said PAS youth chief Nasrudin Hassan.

"We want the government to cancel the permit. The country is battling a serious problem of moral decay. We are experiencing rising social violence and crime," he told AFP.

Did our PAS youth chief seriously just linked the rising social violence and crime to a man because he is gay? If he performed in Malaysia, suddenly the "whole" heterosexual crowd is going to start throwing chairs at each other and commit crime after the concert? You mean, Adam Lambert is violent and his hobby is to commit crime because he is gay? I mean a guy who wears too much eyeliner is a little intimidating but seriously, violent?

1) Chris Brown assaulted his ex girlfriend, Rihanna. As far as I see it, that's a heterosexual relationship.

2) MCA members were known to throw chairs at each other when they had meetings. You mean they are gay even though most of them have children?

3) Mat Rempits absolutely love violence and they commit crime as their favourite past time activity. THEY ARE GAY?!

As far as the government reported, Mat Rempits are violent, a nuisance and commit crime because they are "hormone-driven". No shit. Click the link, its all there. Came out in the newspapers.

So get this straight (no pun intended, again). Real violent people who commit crime on a daily basis are "hormone-driven" but gay people are a factor of increasing violence and crime.

Until you prove to me that 90% of the Mat Rempits are actually gay, then don't start about your "hormone-driven" excuses while your citizens are getting tormented and mugged by them night after night.

While someone out there may prove to me that 90% of them are gay, here are a bunch of links reporting what the real cause of violent and increment in crimes.

Click, click and click.

Dressed Up Like Dreams

2010-10-07T02:59:00.002+08:00

Deep inside me, I'm a bank robber.

Everyone in Malaysia is a horrible driver. I don't care what you say, you're a very bad driver if you're Malaysian. But don't get me started about the Singaporeans IN Malaysia.

But then like the rest of the countries, we too, compete amongst the states. And you know who wins the "Worst Drivers Are From Here" award? Drivers from Johor. I'm not saying everyone from Johor can't drive well, but seriously. A majority of you are annoying bastards who should retake your road examinations.

Most of the time when some asshole cuts into your lane all the sudden, brakes for no reason, doesn't brake at all, can't park, takes forever to park, steals your parking, it's most likely they are from Johor.

I'm gonna start a project called "Johor People Can't Drive For Nuts". I'm gonna snap a photo of any car with the number plate starting with J doing something stupid on the road. But then don't expect it to come too soon. I can't be pulling out my camera when I'm behind the wheel.

But if you're from Johor and you would like to beg to differ my opinion, get someone to film you driving. Indicators every time you're about to turn or change lanes. Stay at least 2 cars away from the car in front of you. Brake appropriately. Park in a parallel parking within 4 turnings and then put your hand on the roof signaling that you're done parking. Oh, and also do a three point turn in just three turnings under 15 seconds.

Post it to Youtube with the title "FUCK YEAH JOHOR PEOPLE CAN DRIVE" to prove it to the whole world.

Shatter Proof

2010-10-05T23:45:00.002+08:00

Law degree is a killer in disguise.

Called 999 for the first time in my life today after witnessing an accident. Then I met into an accident of my own. WHAT KARMA. NO SUCH THING AS KARMA. BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO GOOD PEOPLE, I TELL YOU!

150 bucks. CRY CRY CRY CRY CRY CRY CRY CRY CRY CRY CRY

Tic Tac Foe!

2010-09-14T00:50:00.002+08:00

So many parties. So many textbooks.

(Look at conversation. I'm the green circle in the game)

SO YES. I'M A SORE LOSER. SO WHAT >(

I Eat Whole Babies.

2010-08-07T13:00:00.004+08:00

I think beer makes me want to blog again.

Its no wonder the world has such a bad perception of Chinese people. I know with the whole 1Malaysia thing going on now, we Malaysians are encouraged to say that we're Malaysians instead of Chinese, Indian or Malay.

Chinese people eat babies? Am I missing out on some culture thing here? What are you doing, Google? What if some kid in Latvia who doesn't know what the hell Chinese people are, he Googles it and finds out that we apparently eat babies.

I've been through 18 Chinese New Year festivals and none of which I was served babies as a traditional dish. Or is it the younger Chinese generation thats starting this trend? Oh god. If they are, I wanna be considered as the older generation immediately.

When I was still working in Jetstar's call centre dealing with Australians who didn't know how to read their flight rules and needed someone to explain it to them over the phone, I came across one who actually said " Malaysia? Chinese? But you people don't even speak English. " And we're the rude people?

And then I said " Well just because there's a hole in the ozone layer at your country, you don't have to let it out on your neighbours. " Then I got fired for it. No lah, that didn't happen. But he did say it to me. Don't ask me what I replied.

Who doesn't want a statue of themselves as big as Mao's statue?

How is it that we're encouraged to call ourselves Malaysians but just a few days back, there's still a question that asked whether I am Malay, Chinese or Indian. (Oh, if I was Indian, I would have more to fight about. Like how parents would tell their kids "Don't be naughty, or that Indian man there will take you away. SERIOUSLY, ADULTS. WTF!)

I always like asking my Eurasian friends what is it like to actually be a "Lain-lain" (others) on those forms. And then they also have to specify exactly what they are under the "Lain-lain" option.

The next time I fill out a form, I'll tick "Lain-lain" and state that my race is Na'vi. For those of you who doesn't know what a Na'vi is, its those blue things in the movie Avatar. Then lets see how those people would react to that. If this is giving an idea to people, we would suddenly have 2% of Na'vi in Malaysia.

But before I do that, I'm not Chinese. I'm just a Yellow Malaysian.

A Subtle Kiss That No One Sees

2010-07-31T16:02:00.008+08:00

Its been a long run

I could still remember the day I first created this blog. It was when "Blogging is the new black" and almost everyone you knew had a blog. Whether or not they updated anything or just made one empty page to say "Yeah, I do have a blog", everyone had a URL of their own.

As far as my memory goes, I don't think I've ever blogged about why my blog's address is thissucksmonkeyass. Probably it was because everything at that time seemed to not go my way and it was almost impossible to get an available username on Blogger. Can you imagine filling the subscription page over and over again?

The first year of my blogging life consists on posts that makes you want to shrivel up and die. Seriously, what was I thinking? Who the hell gives a damn about what time I woke up and what I did for that day? But then again, in 5 years, I may look back on this particular post and thinking "Who the hell cares about what I cared 10 years ago?".

But then the blogging life certainly did become better. I met people that were great to hang out with, I went for events that almost made me die in a stampede, I got paid to do something I really like and I could say whatever the hell I want as long as the ISA thinks that its alright.

But things do get a little dull after a while. So at one point, blogging for money was the only motivation I had, as sad as it sounds. Then I got a job that paid better than blogging did, so that explains the hiatus.

Maybe I should have stopped when things were at its peak. Just like how Michael Schumacher should have just left the F1 pitch when he was at the top. But no, the old man just wouldn't sit at home and count his cash.

I've been blogging for 6 years. 6 years ago I actually thought about how and when this day would come. When you're so tired of blogging everyday and speaking about different things. And the most tiring part would be, what could be new, interesting and people would give a damn about day after day?

Last month, I decided that I would stop blogging when I could cash out my last payment from Nuffnang. Today, I found out that I could cash out the last payment.

But how do you really walk away from something you've been liking so much? All those blog posts that could get you arrested, all those ideas that made people laugh (Eh, Lili & Aaron is Stupid) and all those controversies that made people scream unpleasant things at you while you sit back and laugh.

Oh well. New things come along, right?

Sexy's My Name.

2010-06-03T15:45:00.003+08:00

I just had the longest writer's block ever.

For all you Pi lovers out there, I recently bought him a RM29 dog football jersey in conjunction of the upcoming World Cup which I'm so excited about.

For you non Pi lovers, Pi is my dog. The smell of his pee in the garden is so strong that you can smell it when the wind blows in the right direction. In dog language, it means that he thinks he owns the whole house and we are his slaves. (In real life, its quite true too)

Doesn't he look so good in it? And the very unsurprising but yet quite surprising part is that he likes wearing it to sleep. Surprising because he usually resist having anything, ie hair clip, put on him and fights with his life.

And I finally got a picture of him doing his famous pose. I don't know what his last owners did with him but he sure knows that doing this is the best way to beg for food. The only person that doesn't fall for it is me. Everyone else feeds him unconditionally. Which explains his belly drooping sideways when I'm cradling him.

On the not so happy side of the world, with all these terrorism attacks that has been happening lately, I have a very bad feeling about the World Cup. Just saying. Please don't arrest me.

With the face off between South Korea and North Korea, the Israeli shooting at humanitarians, the bomb scare at Times Square, New York, the value of the GBP currency being as low as 20 years ago. The world's a mess. And I'm only halfway through my law degree if the world decides to end in 2012. Just saying. Please don't arrest me.

Pi can't take it too.

Don't Need No Starbucks.

2010-06-03T15:42:00.001+08:00

Not that long of a hiatus. But definitely enjoyable.

If only this picture would appear on E! News or something with the Headline screaming "Asian Justin Bieber Gets A Haircut."

Who Cares Wins

2010-04-28T00:26:00.002+08:00

The skin of my fingertips are peeling - Update of me if anyone is interested as of 28/4/10 12:28 am.

I'm probably one of the people in this world (who has heard about Twitter, that is) that joined this social networking service really late. And to be honest, I don't find much point in Twitter.

Maybe thats because I'm a person who doesn't give a shit about what people are talking about and neither do I think people really care about what you have to say too. I receive an average 300 Twitter updates when I log onto the internet. How many do I read? None. The last time I actually paid attention to Tweets is most probably that time where Malaysians were having riots about our Internal Security Act.

Its only interesting when a picture is attached, most of the time at least. If you're following me on Twitter, I'm probably the quietest active member you have on your Follow List. If you're stalking me via Twitter, you probably know nothing about me at all other than the fact that I tried to take out my piercing about 5 times before I succeeded in yanking it out.

And from the statistics that I got from Wikipedia by a group doing a research on Tweets, Twitter is basically filled with utter bullshit uttered by mostly people who no one gives a shit about. 41% of tweets are pointless babble.

Being very honest without the intention of wanting to insult the people on my Follow List, I think the average 300 tweets I receive everyday contributes 100% to the 41% of pointless babble.

Not denying the fact that I may have contributed a fraction to it too but thats just to show Twitter that I'm alive. People that tweet about 20 times or more a day needs to have more daily face-to-face conversations. Really.

And since Twitter only allows 140 characters in each post, to sum of this blog post in less than 140 characters it would basically just be "Shut it. No one cares you bought your 54th pair of heels."

龍 - Loong - Dragon

2010-04-16T23:56:00.002+08:00

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So I finally did it. After years of waiting and saying that I will do it one day.

Got my surname/family name/last name inked on my back.

And they bandaged it as if it was a size of a slash wound. If you're thinking about getting a tattoo yourself at this point and you haven't gotten one before, I'm not going to lie to you. It hurts so badly that you just want to commit suicide at some point.

Think of it as if someone takes a razor blade and cuts into your skin but also tugging at the same time. I'm not exaggerating. Those 2 seconds intervals the tattoo artist took were the happiest moments on my life. I think my oxygen intake at that moment was 1/50 of a usual human being.

To whoever that has bigger tattoos at much painful places like the ribs and hip bones, 10 macho points for you. Whenever the needle hit my spinal cord, I wanted to die. No, I didn't cry.

Since I'm getting another tattoo when my Pi (dog) kicks the bucket, I really hope he is immortal now. Not that I never wished for that, its just reason number 2 now.

Dear Life

2010-04-15T01:49:00.002+08:00

I became somebody through loving you

Age - Its chases you, pins you down, and screams in your face.

Another Day In Paradise

2010-04-06T13:30:00.003+08:00

I know I haven't been blogging. Its one of those times where I feel that I've been blogging for too long and that I should have stopped at my best.

Two weeks ago, I had the best holiday ever. Avillion, Port Dickson - known for their relaxing atmosphere. Even their welcome drinks are pretty damn awesome after taking a bus from Pasar Seni to Seremban and from Seremban to Port Dickson town. Then hitching a cab to the resort itself.

Everything looks pretty damn good there (except for the guests at that time. They were old, fat and ugly) Most of the times were spend in the swimming pool or the beach where 3 days after I came home, sandfly bites emerged as if they were taking over my body.

As for service as Avillion, the food and beverage service is pretty damn good. Workers at the front desk, not so much. Without trying to not sound mean, they are brainless, slow, rude, and they have no work ethics at all. This is probably why everything else at the resort looks so good. After getting pissy with their brainless front desk staffs, a good atmosphere is needed to stop your customers from leaving.

The food served at Avillion was very very limited. Their Western food is pathetic but their Asian cuisine is to die for. And when the bill comes, you actually really just drop dead.

But overall, the trip was pretty damn good. Just being there makes you feel like you're in a world of your own. Or to not exaggerate, it feels like you own a villa of your own.

Cocktails were all half price that night, so that made me very happy too. And for the first time, not drunk happy, just happy.

While on the bus in Seremban, we tried to find luxury cars like BMW and Mercedes. The few that we spotted came from Kuala Lumpur. It really is a small town. You know it when taxi fare is so damn cheap.

Oh, I also jumped into the middle of the ocean and drove a speedboat. Yay me.

Gave Your Mom A Yeast Infection

2010-03-26T02:53:00.005+08:00

You really think I don't know?

The year 2010 is like the year of scandals. And the year 2009 is like the year of deaths of celebrities. Barely into the year of 2010, so many scandals have already been exposed and you can see their social life dying slowly. Or rapidly in Tiger Woods' case.

See the picture above? This picture scream lies. I bet even the dog is trying to tell us that Tiger Woods smells like 10 different scents.

You know whats the worst thing about a cheater? The fact that he/she got caught and labelled as a cheater. If you confessed to rub it into someone's face, that's totally different, I guess.

And then of course we have our famous Datuk Seri Dr. Chua Soi Lek who was also caught cheating because a sex video of him circulated around the nation. And only in Malaysia, can a Politician run for the post again after all these scandals are exposed.

I know you read my blog or you should be by now. I know you know who I am. I know you know that I'm damn well talking about you. I know how to ruin your social life. I was thinking about ways to get to you. Facebook? Nope, too cheesy. In person? I'm not too sure if I can control my rage. Appearing in front of all your peers on Thursdays? Too cruel for now. Going straight to the cheated? I really may this time.

And while you're reading this, here's a few personal thoughts. Your hair looks like someone jizzed on it. Your face, I so badly want to smash. Your sense of dressing is screaming to be killed.

To the other one, please learn some values. Its disgusting.

Paraphilia, Your Ticket To Hell.

2010-03-18T02:45:00.004+08:00

Sometimes, I wish I was God. So then I can immediately sentence people to death when they do something really really horrible.

I wish Malaysia was more friendly to animals. I wish Malaysia had more laws protecting animals. I wish Malaysia wasn't involved in any animal cruelty but unfortunately, we're famous for our Pulau Ketam incident where we abandon stray dogs on an island and beat them to death when they try to swim back. And I hate our country for doing that. I hate that our enforcements are barely doing anything till foreigners came in to help.

I hate it that all we care about now is 1Malaysia when stray dogs are being dragged through iron gates by our Malaysian dog catchers. I hate it that we're so screwed up because all we care about is price of petrol, politician's sex videos and more 1Malaysia ideas.

I came across a video on Facebook where they step on animals with high heels to death because its a "fetish" to some. (Don't scroll down if your heart can't take gory pictures of animal cruelty)

I hope that lady in that picture dies. I hope she dies so slowly and so painfully. And I hope that before she dies, I can hurt her one last time.

Click here to watch the video. Its horrible, I didn't want to watch it but ignorance isn't going to stop anything.

Apparently, this is called Crush Fetish. And Jeff Vilencia, director of crush films, should be caught, tied to a tree and open to public to do anything they want. Anything painful except crushing because that would make him happy.

I don't even support bullfighting, what more this. Every time I read that someone died or got injured in a bullfighting contest, it makes my day. Whether its the spectators or the bull fighters themselves, they all deserve it. And I hope the bull wins just one more time in a bullfighting match.

Humans are the worst creatures ever.

3.14159265

2010-03-13T23:26:00.003+08:00

I can't decide which is worst. When the weather was roasting or when the weather roast and rains super heavily soon after.

The first time I learn about pi was when I was 14 and I had to use 3.142 to count the circumference of the circle. Didn't really hate it even though math was never my friend.

Never thought I would give a damn about something mathematical since I was counting down to the days where I never have to study maths anymore in my whole life. But since my dog is named after the famous symbol and we have no idea when his birthday is (because we picked him up by the road side, literally) I feel obligated to at least acknowledge Pi Day, which is tomorrow, and treat my dog more of a prince than we already do.

We tried all sorts of name when he first appeared in our lives. But he responded to nothing except Pi. But now I'm just thinking that maybe it so happened we had food with us and called out the name Pi. Because sometimes, we shout for him to come to us and he looks away.

Pi Day Fact: Sometimes Pi Minute is also celebrated; this occurs on March 14 at 1:59 p.m. If π is truncated to seven decimal places, it becomes 3.1415926; making March 14 at 1:59:26 p.m., Pi Second (or sometimes March 14, 1952 at 6:35:58am)

Happy π Day!

Facebook Peeves

2010-03-07T23:35:00.004+08:00

I crave for keropok lekor again. I'm like a seasonal pregnant woman.

Remember those days when Facebook or any other social network websites weren't invented by young brilliant people? Life was so much simpler (as in no obligations to log on to see if there's anything new) and friends were so much less annoying.

Now all you wanna do is just wish that you can delete that particular friend off your "Friends List" and do the same in life.

Whats with this new in thing about people creating fan pages of themselves by themselves and then invite people to join their fan pages themselves? Is narcissism the new black? Google should have a new definition of narcissistic. "An individual that spends half the time creating a fan page of himself on Facebook and spamming for everyone to join".

See what I mean? Why try so hard in life. I'm not encourage anyone to shoot someone to gain instant fame or claim that your son flown away in a balloon, just don't annoy people (or add them continuously on Facebook to be a fan of yours).

If you have anything personal against this post, you know me personally and you have me on Facebook, please delete me. If you have anything personal against this post and just that, I don't think there's rehab for this and you shouldn't have friends. Nobody deserves such torture.

Here's a tip for you narcissistic bastards instead.

Light Painting/Drawing/Graffiti

2010-03-01T02:00:00.002+08:00

I remember when I was little, I couldn't wait for Chinese New Year to end to open all my red packets. Now my mother couldn't even care less if we've opened it before the 15th day.

Happy Chinese New Year for the last time, everyone. It finally hit me that soon, I may be the one giving out red packets instead of receiving them. So beginning from next year, I'll act like a typical kid again during CNY. And yes, thats really a picture of the moon from tonight. Credits to The Sister's awesome photography skills.

I've always wanted to try light drawing ever since discovering of such a thing. And that was about 5 years ago. If you don't know what the hell light drawing is, click here. If you're too lazy, light drawing is basically a photographic technique in dark exposures.

These are the first few taken which obviously there's nothing much to it.

Obviously Pi wouldn't be left out in such an event too. By the way, I'm getting two tattoos for sure. One would be something personal of mine and the other would be when Pi kicks the bucket and The Sister and I would be getting something in remembrance of him.

Two things failed in this picture. I wasn't suppose to be carrying a real guitar and if you realised, only left handers hold the guitar that way. The Sister was holding the guitar initially while I did the outline. When she passed the guitar to me, then it hit us. Hence, the psychotic laughing face. And if you look closely enough, you can see an outline of her on the right.

Definitely one of my favourites for today's attempt.

Because The Sister is so awesome at drawing and I fail in life when it comes to that, I had to sit there at the beginning while she drew the angel wings and halo and then we switched places.

What's new, right?
P/S: If any Malaysian religious groups or government bodies concerning Santanic rituals are viewing this post, this is a disclaimer. I have no contact or practise of any of what is drawn in the picture above. If you're a person who have contact or practise of any of what is drawn in the picture above, I mean you no harm. Please don't jampi me.

LaeMi - Because my dad named us Sheng Mae and Sheng Li and putting together Mae Li would mean beautiful in Chinese. Only that when it comes to us, we jumble everything up:- LaeMi. Remember this name. You may soon see Facebook fan pages that you actually want to join willingly and a new system in this world.

Define:Me

2010-02-25T15:37:00.003+08:00

I've been craving for my Taiwanese pizza since before Chinese New Year. Now the festive season is about to end and I've yet to eat it.

For those of you who thinks my blog isn't personally about me and you don't know who I really am.

To simplify things, this defines me.
Note: People thought E = mc²is simple.

Just one touch

2010-02-24T23:28:00.004+08:00

Did you watch Tiger Woods' apology video? Its like the western version of Edison Chen's apology video. And if I was Tiger Woods' wife, I'll find the best lawyers to take most of his property and the kids somewhere nice and far away from him.

Another round of Lomography pictures by the Fisheye. This time using ISO 800 film because The Sister took every single ISO 400 film away (so much for buying it for me) Thankfully, there were more and clearer pictures this round. RM16 to develop each roll is killing me.

Taken this morning. Pi and his morning toilet routines. Where he plays catching with my mother instead of doing what needs to be done. After the second or third time catching him and throwing him into the garden, then he is willing to release everything.

Weather this morning at 10:30 was pretty damn good too.

Note to self: Flash even when its super bright OUTSIDE the car. P/s: Those are my shades. I've spent exactly a grand on eyewear (Sunglasses and spectacles)

Taylor's Lakeside campus which is so awesome. What isn't awesome if you need to pay such an amount for education fees.

I think this was taken on the first day of Chinese New Year. Where Pi insisted that he wanted to get into the car even though none of us was ready yet.

And this is when I spent 9 hours in a saloon to get my hair done before Chinese New Year. And most of the hair used to make my initials in the picture above is my hair -_-

And if you zoom in on this picture, you can see that the banner says "Pengunaan perkataan Allah untuk orang Islam sahaja". I wonder how the hype about that issue died off just like that. Now now, I'm just citing the banner and I know I'm not practicing Islam. No need to go all bipolar on me. I'm not claiming anything is mine.

What's Your ASL, Bitch?

2010-02-17T03:30:00.002+08:00

Kissy faceee :*

Those MSN bots are getting better and better as time goes on. I still remember those times talking to some live robot and all he knew was to play games and get angry when I called him an asshole.

These few days, MSN has been acting up and every time I sign in, I get about 6 new "friend" requests. And I was telling The Sister how random their names were and how I thought maybe someone advertised my email address on a sex website and put a naked picture as my avatar.

I have no idea how one of them appeared on my MSN list because I was pretty sure to have deleted them all and report all as spam but this girl named Diana appeared.

So now instead of innocent bots on MSN who gets angry at the word stupid and plays hangman with you (I'm not as sad as this sounds) there's sex bots going around. Just what the world needs to make it a better place.

And I Googled who the hell this Diana person is and what the hell is her revenge about (because I Google everything) and here's what I found. Click here

Damn, MSN virus. It would have been more fun to tell off a real sex addict if my email address was really leaked.

农历新年 - Chinese New Year

2010-02-14T22:06:00.003+08:00

A way to start the Chinese New Year - to have your period.

Have I told you how weird my whole family is?

Then this would be another reason.

A very happy Chinese New Year from the Loong Family (Pi included) to everyone :)

Gong Hei Fatt Choi
Sun Nin Fai Lok
San Tai Kin Hong
Lung Ma Jing San
Man Si Seng Yee
Ying Chun Jip Fuk

맥주 : Maekju - Beer.

2010-02-09T17:38:00.003+08:00

Roti tisu kat kedai Roti & Rice at SS2 sedap giler sial. Aku mesti pergi lagi hari Khamis nanti.

I told The Sister the other day (The day we spent 12 hours or more together) that I've been feeling pretty old already seeing that Chinese New Year is once again here and I feel no excitement about it. Don't get me wrong, I am thankful for the family and opportunity of being here.

And then I told her "Everyone on my Facebook list is talking about this boy name Justin Bieber. And I was thinking who the hell is he? So I search for him in Wikipedia as I always do on everyone, read his whole biography and then i was even more like WHO THE HELL IS HE?! The time has come. Where I'm beginning to not know who celebrities are."

Nope, still no clue on who he is.

"It don't matter if you're black or white" - Snowflake and Charcoal

The Sister bought these two tops, Beer Chang and Singha, from Phuket and being her, she thought it would be a good reason to have more photo sessions outside the house. Weird thing is, she blocked the whole Singha wording on her top. And if you ask me, I think we both pretty much forgot the "reason" why we even wanted to snap photos after setting up the camera.

I, myself, have no idea too.

Pi had his Chinese New Year haircut too (I redyed Rouge red again for the billionth time) We have to warn the groomers this time to not shave him because the poor boy always acts like he got neutered instead. Always licking himself every 5 seconds to check if his balls are still there or something.

Obviously it wasn't my idea.

Doesn't this picture just scream " We're currently cleaning the house for Chinese New Year! "? My parents are pretty artistic people. They think hanging the rags and carpet this way is innovative and creative.

Blogger = Glob Erg/Berg Log

2010-02-05T15:56:00.006+08:00

Ever since I bought a red pair of skinnies and seen a green pair in Pull and Bear, I've been pretty hyped up about it again. So I finally got a chance to tryout a green pair of skinnies by FourSkin (Pull and Bear's sold out)

And then I realised that with my newly dyed red hair, a yellow top and green skinnies, I would look like a traffic light. Nope, didn't get them. Splurged on leggings and a Fossil sunglasses instead.

Other than realising that I'm capable of looking like a traffic light, I've been pretty amused by anagrams ever since the book, The Da Vinci Code. So I decided to find an anagram generator online to see what sort of words can be formed with my name.

If its not bad enough that "Loong Sheng Li" came out with "Hells Ongoing", the search for "Sheng Li" gave me results like "shingle". I don't know which is worse from the word "shingle". Being a material to build a roof or that I'm some sort of genital herpes.

Life's like that.

(RAH)² (AH)³ + RO (MA + MAMA) + (GA)² + OOH(LA)²

2010-02-02T19:37:00.006+08:00

Happy February, people. I don't want to turn 19. I don't want to start my degree, yet.

Chinese New Year is in about 11 days. I've heard endless complains from friends about how Chinese New Year falls on Valentine's Day. Whats the big deal. Everything on Valentine's Day is twice the price whereas you get money and food during CNY.

Apparently suicide rates increase whenever its the festive seasons. So imagine those people who doesn't have a lover or a family to go through February 14th together. I hope pointing this out doesn't make anyone feel like killing themselves.

I like Pi because I can carry him like a purse. I know my hair looks pretty shitty but I'm going to go get it done for Chinese New Year. Rouge, the red hair, is going to be super red again. Yes, its the 4th time redyeing now. Or 5th. I lost count.

The Sister had a great idea of taking ass pictures. And this made me realise I finally have a bit of ass.

P/s: Is it me, or are the politicians in Malaysia getting really really really really annoying? They fight over anything at all. And even drinking water pisses them off. I can't wait to vote.

Edit: Oh, and now we're suing Apple for their latest product, iPad. Tanah tumpahnya darahku. COME ON MALAYSIA. ITS CALLED iPad. NOT 1PAD LIKE OUR BRILLIANT 1MALAYSIA UNITY THING.

Edited 2: And then a politician wants to sue the internet. HAHAHAHHAHAHA. This made my day.

For Your Entertainment

2010-01-26T23:37:00.004+08:00

Adam Lambert so should have won American Idol. Damn, voters.

Firstly, highlight of late last week and early this week. I've got my 5th piercing named James Monroe after the 5th President of USA. I know I'm Malaysian and I should rightfully name it after Malaysia's 5th Prime Minister, Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi. But the country hasn't had a very good sense of humour lately.

Next, after a not so long wait, I've got my A Levels results and safe to say that I'll be enrolling for my degree of Bachelor of Laws by April 2010.

And my first batch of Fisheye Lomo pictures came out pretty satisfying.

Walked from Pavillion to KLCC because someone was apparently informed that it wasn't far away. My feet always tore itself from my body as a sign of rebellion.

All the shopping malls are in such a Chinese New Year mood already while I'm pretty much feeling the age getting to me. And I'm only 19 this year.

The grafitti on the wall along the Klang River at Central Market is getting more and more amazing. It pretty much shows whats going on in Malaysia, from Yasmin Ahmad's passing to the jet engine that was stolen from the Royal Malaysian Air Force, which is definitely one of my favourites.

If you happen to be in Central Market, just head over and look for a picture showing someone holding a plastic bag offering to sell a jet engine. Not only are these people talented, their humour are pretty amusing too.

Visited the new "Artist of the Month" at the Petronas Art Gallery in KLCC. Got stopped by two policemen for snapping a picture and then pretended to delete the picture off my phone although it was taken by my Fisheye Lomo camera.

Genting Highlands weather is amazing. I'm definitely going there again before starting my degree. The ride on the cable car however isn't very amazing. I just don't really like anything maintained in Malaysia especially with all the newly built stadiums crashing down.

Such awesome weather. If only the crowd there were a little better too instead of old people shoving you aside so that they can be a footstep faster to the casino.

Visited Ripley's Believe It Or Not. What does this look like to you? And no, I wasn't asking the tallest man in the world to carry me.

Pi is pretty damn good too. Getting more cream cheese mixed with his dog food.

If nothing better comes along, this can be the picture of year 2010, and its only January so far. Yes, those are Spongebob Squarepants boxers.

Till Death Do Us Part

2010-01-20T02:01:00.002+08:00

Happy Wednesday, everyone :D

I'm going to kill myself now. Goodbye.

Nuns Have No Fun

2010-01-18T20:26:00.003+08:00

The only thing that takes away the fun in holiday is to actually plan it.

In my whole schooling life, I've always been in a co-ed enviroment. Once you reach the high school part in life, boys start to become jerks and perverts which girls then naturally develop this self defense mechanism to block away all perv-ish comments. And for those who did not develop that sort of self defense mechanism, we call them "sluts", because society likes to label people.

In my life, I've a very generous number of (somewhat) pervert-ish male friends.

And if you ask me, I think I've fallen into the whole "girl who developed self defense mechanism" category which those "sluts" call us "nuns". I'm in a very extreme society where its always white or black and never gray.

Disclaimer: No idea what I just rambled about. Just wanted to share that conversation above.

Showbiz? Science? Who Cares?

2010-01-14T19:35:00.005+08:00

Tomorrow will be another good night, like last night.

If it concerns anyone, I started off my year with a really bad stomach virus or maybe even food poisoning since December 24th 2009. Made trips to the general practitioner. Honestly, I hate all those GP clinics because everything to them seem to be wind, flu or fever. Like how my mother actually had appendicitis but the GP told her that it was wind in her stomach.

Lost massive weight as you can see in the picture above as my face is no longer, as The Sister would like to call it, "fat face". But don't be too hard on her since I call her, "thunder thighs".

But don't feel too bad if you have large thighs (like the Loong sisters) because today, the newspaper said something about people with thunder thighs living a longer life. (Of course the newspaper didn't refer it as thunder thighs)

But with the world being like this today, who really wants to live such a long life right? Give me a shorter happy life and I'll be fine. And one of the many reasons why the world is like how it is today is because of people like this.

Picture source here

With all the arson attacks happening in Malaysia because of some small issue, people decided to start burning churches. And other people who does not have any balls to burn churches brag about their fake arson activities on Facebook (above).

To cut short, he stated how he helped with the bomb making, the police got to "Tasyrif Tajudin", scare him shitless, he admitted he is a ball-less dimwit who didn't actually do what he said he did, he deleted his Facebook account because the world hates him and probably somewhere in his mother's arms now. Crying, of course.

Idiots.

Paul Frank by Skull Candy

2010-01-10T23:23:00.002+08:00

"Why do you eat so much sweet potato?" "Does it not make me sweeter?" "Really? Does your sweet potato have cheese in it too?"

The year 2009 ended very expensively because of Christmas and the year 2010 is also starting very expensively because of random splurging. Not helping the financial status, I'm currently jobless but may be employed again in March if all goes well.

My latest and current obsession would be my Skull Candy iCon2, the Paul Frank version.

Paul Frank by Skull Candy - RM189.90
Not the most expensive headphones by Skull Candy since there were some that were priced almost up to RM400. Came across this brand several years ago but it wasn't so known then. Apparently all the DJs use it and its pretty with all its funky designs as compared to Sennheiser headphones which has plain designs but better sound quality, it seems.

The year would most probably continue to be very pricy seeing all the upcoming holidays planned, Chinese New Year and the sunglasses that I want to get so badly for years.

And as always, Pi has a share in almost everything and anything.

If he could talk, maybe he'd tell me how much he hates me using him as a prop. Just maybe, or maybe he loves the attention.

fLOMOly

2010-01-03T22:54:00.002+08:00

I can't wait to be a free person. And I actually can't wait to start my degree. Amazing.

Pi, my dog, seems to be more of a family member now if thats even possible since my mother feeds the dog before feeding anyone of us first and even put layers of cream cheese into his food.

Then The Sister's Boyfriend's mother got him a gift for Christmas and what's new, The Sister got him a gift from Hong Kong too.

That's a drumstick. Pi's third toy after the bear and the 40SGD pink dolphin.

And like all small kids, he still seems pretty interested in it, not like he loses interest in the other toys anyway. From time to time, he would just randomly walk to them, paw his favourite one at that moment and gnaw on it.

The only difference with this toy is that Pi didn't steal it from The Sister's bed and its made specially for dogs. Something about safe material used for dogs, and its only 20HKD.

I know there's a law for abusing animals but I wonder if there's a law punishing those who treats their pets better than they treat other people (eg. their own children).

Meet the Lomo Family, Flomoly. From left: Golden Half: Black Mountain, Fisheye 2, Fisheye 2 (1), and the Coloursplash.

I'm worried on how I'm going to fund all my lomo expenses now that I have three of it to myself. And after I get the ActionSampler, SuperSampler, Oktomat, Holga, Diana F+, Lubitel, LC-A+ and a few accessories, I'll be fully satisfied.

I need to make a trip to Hong Kong, the land of Lomography.

The Jam Was Moving

2009-12-30T18:37:00.003+08:00

This New Year is going to be a good one :D

Finally developed the second batch of pictures from my Coloursplash lomo camera. Quite disappointing. Most probably because the film I was using wasn't of the right ISO (used 400ASA instead of 800ASA) So I'm guessing the next roll would be better because I spent RM60 for three rolls of 800ASA film.

I somehow like this picture. Just not too fond of the leg there.

So the year 2009 has been pretty good for me as of 30th December 2009. Ignoring the fact that a customer called in today and was being all bitchy at me. And she even said "Thanks for nothing." which I replied "You're very much welcomed." Thats right. I'm still hired.

The Sister's boyfriend and his weird moments.

This year is pretty damn productive too. Started of the year with a job at Topshop, then I finished A-Levels in 9 months and now I'm working at the Jetstar call centre. Two jobs and a pre-university foundation in a year. Next year, I'm planning to have dinner with the Obama family.

Not so much of a Coloursplash picture but it came out nice because the weather was really sunny.

This year became greater around the month of August. Met great people, received great birthday presents and have the greatest birthday ever with a margarita and love.

I swear my dog is happier than he looks sometimes. Picture taken when he got his hair cut, so he was in a depressed mood.

Also the year where I've visited KLCC shopping centre more times than I've visited KLCC in the past 10 years. Not exagerrating. Not to forget the first public scolding from a KLCC guard for riding the kids' merry go round which you can watch here.

The Ho sisters racing up the escalator because apparently the Ho's are as weird as the Loong's.

The year 2009 would also be a year where I participated in an awareness campaign for the first time. A suicide awareness campaign to be exact. Maybe next year I'll donate blood or sign up as an organ donor (still no approval from my mother) if I'm elligible and before I get inked.

Sport car event at Bukit Bintang, Kuala Lumpur.

This year would also probably be the year I've felt so much self inflicted pain after a very long time. Because of Quattro, my fourth piercing. And definitely not to leave out the part where I had body aches for days because I painted the exterior of my house almost by myself.

My Coloursplash flash didn't go off. Hence, the un-coloursplashed picture.

And one of my definite favourite things this year which I somewhat accomplished but did not really meet my goal, would be the part where I wanted my own personal column on the newspaper. Obviously, that didn't happen. So I went on to try an online advice column called "Eh, Lili" as my alter ego. Of which you can read by clicking here and here

If given a chance, I would still definitely want a personal column. And there are thoughts about continuing the "Eh, Lili" project. But then again, there were also thoughts about shutting down this blog because come 2010, this blog would be 6 years old.

Have a great New Year, everyone.

"Don't Think, Just Film"

2009-12-28T19:58:00.005+08:00

The sun shines brighter everyday (although it just rained the whole day today).

Christmas this year was rather quiet because The Sister is making it a tradition to run off to another country leaving her poor family alone at home on a Christmas day. That's right, she's in Hong Kong again. She better get me that I ♥ Hong Kong shirt. My lomography addiction is getting from moderate to extreme.

It first started off when a friend of The Sister's, Sam Kon, bought a Coloursplash lomo as a gift for her. Knowing The Sister who never does anything manually, I was the one who started fiddling with the camera instead.

This Christmas, I got TWO Fisheye 2 lomo cameras from two very generous parties. And I ♥ them so much for that. So now, The Sister and I, each has one Fisheye 2 lomo to ourselves. If I'm not wrong, she may be coming back with another lomo camera for me :D

Now with more lomo cameras means more lomo accessories which means more money spend. I really want the Ringflash which cost around RM250. And I've pretty much overspent because of Christmas even with a well-paying job.

To add to the massive spending lately, I just pre-purchased a roll of colour negative 800ASA film for RM20 (ridiculous, much?) because I want the film casing that comes with the roll of film as the picture above shows.

I know I haven't got any or posted many pictures taken by my lomo camera. Because I'm too damn lazy to develop the film, and also its costly to do so. But I'm getting to it.

I was watching season 1 of Friends when I suddenly had the urge to talk about lomo stuff again.

Talking, laughing, loving, breathing.

2009-12-24T10:11:00.002+08:00

Girls in tight dresses, who drag with moustaches.

I haven't been blogging much lately, or to be honest, I haven't been blogging at all. And I realise everytime this happens, its because I have a job.

I need contentment in life. (Not like I don't have any at the moment)

Contentment like what you see on Pi's face in the picture above. That look, is not fear. Its the look where he gets fed everyday, his face gets wiped everytime he drinks water, combed twice a day and don't even get me started about him excreting.

The last masochistic contentment I had was when this guy stole my parking spot in Gardens, Midvalley and I made him so angry, he looked like he was going to detonate like a bomb. Sometimes, the best gift in life is words.

I'm so excited about Christmas.

They Say Bad Things Happen For A Reason

2009-12-19T16:02:00.003+08:00

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow - William Shakespeare

Here's two examples of my day working in a call center.

Incident One

A passenger calls up because he is caught in traffic and will be late for his flight. Obviously the best thing to do when you're late for a flight is to call up a call center a few thousand miles away from the aeroplane so that we can stop the plane for you instead of leaving your freaking house earlier to catch the plane.

Aussie Bastard: You're such a fucking useless twat.

Me: Sir, your language is unacceptable, if you continue to speak this way I can, I should and I would terminate your call.

Aussie Bastard: Whats not acceptable is that you're not in Australia -rambling on and on and on-

I hung up. And hoped that he missed a million dollar business deal because he couldn't catch his flight.

Incident two

Aussie Bastard #2: If you do not return my call by 2pm today and refund my 50 bucks, I swear I would call up the national radio and trash talk you and your company.

Me: Go ahead. Thats not my real name and I live a few thousand miles away. Chances are, I'll never hear it anyway.

Who's laughing now, bitch.

Even With Our Fists Held High.

2009-12-02T19:48:00.004+08:00

And its almost 4 months without chaos now. :)

When I was young(er), my mother used to tell me how I'm not allowed to bring home or keep any pets. I once brought home a kitten (it followed me home) and my parents actually brought it elsewhere and left it there.

So, the day my dad brought home Pi, I thought my dad was pretty much a goner because my mother used to say "If you bring home some foreign creature, the one that brings it home will leave the house". It will be two years that Pi is with us come 17 December 2009.

Recently, there's a poodle-like dog that was dumped by its owners at the shop outlets near my house. Being the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (SPCA) activists we are, we're currently attempting to save it. (Updates later if successful or otherwise)

But before that, The Sister picked up another Shih Tzu that was running by the side of the road today.

Always debating about how we're doomed to go to hell, its acts like this that better earn us heavenly points. (Just a joke, let it go. Don't debate about God here, I beg you) As soon as she picked up this furry thing, she texted me saying "Guess what. I picked up another dog." Which i replied "Welcome to SPCA. We've finally found our r sq".

Since Pi was named Pi, I've always wanted to name another dog R Sq just so they would form a circle together. (If you don't understand, I'm sorry but you need to resit high school.)

But after two hours, this lucky little furball went home safely in its owner's arms. And his name is Cliff, by the way. Guess the hunt for R Sq is still somewhere out there.

To Wish Impossible Things

2009-11-24T20:44:00.002+08:00

I wanna stare into those gray eyes of yours. But first, I need to get you gray contact lenses. HAHA.

It just hit me recently that in about 3 years time, I'm done with studying and its working for the rest of my life to pay the bills. I told my mother that I didn't want to get a job because I'm going to spend those 3 years bumming around before the lifetime responsibility.

But knowing my mother, she insisted that I should find a job because she doesn't want to give allowance to me anymore and I'm able to drive now.

Induction with a really colourful book about the company (which pays great money to a student like me).

So I got a job as a "Reservation Sales Executive" at an Australian call centre. But if you take away the glamour from the title, I'm basically a "Sales Agent".

Its amusing how the Human Resources Departments these days tend to give you a job title which sounds all so amazing as if you're sitting right on top of the corporate ladder. The (evil) Sister said that toilet cleaners should be called "Hygiene Officers".

Someone should sue Carrefour for ruining kids' image of Santa. One, for reducing Santa's weight drastically. Two, for putting a Taekwando belt around Santa.

Choking On Your Alibis

2009-11-20T11:46:00.002+08:00

Happy Friday - grocery shopping.

Firstly, I'm not longer unemployed and I'm going to start working for a call centre where people call in to complain and curse as you. As if they missed their flight, and its our fault although we aren't the pilots. But on the good side, unlike those previous jobs of mine, I don't have to face the customer in person and I could flash a middle finger while talking to them.

Plus, the pay is good. They can call me a fat cow for all I care, I want the money.

Pi's fur is getting so wild that you can't find his eyes anymore. And the poor boy can't see beneath those fur too. But he is so nice to hug and cuddle with although his fur may get into your nose. And as I type this, my nose is currently irritated because I just removed a fur from my nose. It feels as disturbing as it sounds.

My mother thought it would be funny to tie a samurai ninja tail for him. But as much as he loves his fur, we're gonna send him for his grooming session later. Poor guy is going to be depressed for a month at least.

Which means we're all going to have to suit his behaviour for a month at least. Such joy this world has.

To Write Love On Her Arms

2009-11-13T18:07:00.002+08:00

The sound of someone continuously saying "hello" outside my house and the sound of a basketball bouncing is enough to make me go on a shooting spree.

13 November 2009 - To Write Love On Her Arms Day, a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. To Write Love On Her Arms exist to encourage, inform and inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.

Here's my share in it.

Since I've always wanted to help out in this sort of things (blood donation, organ donation) but never got a chance to, maybe this is the little that can help contribute. I can't donate blood because I'm underweight and I still haven't decided or sign up on the organ donation thing. But right now, my mind thinks "I'm dead anyway. Why do I need those organs? To feed the maggots?" And if I needed an organ to survive, I'm pretty sure I would choose a donor over maggots.

Manage to pull The Sister into this too. If you're having trouble finding the love on her arms, its written in a really tiny font on her wrist.

And as usual, we put weird into everything in the end.

My Mind Goes On A Trip

2009-11-07T22:33:00.003+08:00

"Please. What Tiffany & Co? I'll buy you Cartier :D" Such promises in life. :)

Taken by Emily Wong with one of her antique camera. McDonald's moments - the day The List was made.

I've been driving for almost half a year now. And thankfully, no accidents occurred and hopefully, none ever. I wouldn't wanna go down my car and mentally kill the other driver.

About two days ago, in some housing area, some cina (typical ah lian Chinese) uncle reversed out from his house without looking behind and knocked into my black rubber piece. Fortunately, the my car didn't sustain any damages.

While I was out of my car checking to see if there was any damage, I heard that uncle mumble to himself in Cantonese saying "Didn't you look when you were driving?" I would have let him off without even wanting an apology but I hate gutless people who mumble things to themselves. So my anger took over me and I was like "YOU BANG INTO ME AND YOU STILL WANNA TALK SO MUCH? CHAU CIBAI." Then he walked into his house.

Bugger. I hate uncivilised cina people.

Like how they say "is okay" instead of "It's okay".

I'm not righteous. I'm just right.

..And That's All.

2009-11-02T23:31:00.002+08:00

Serenity. Love. Security.

You know you're pretty damn weird and out of society's "normal" behaviour when your father walks pass you and your sister in the supermarket, as subtle as possible making it seem that he doesn't know you and saying "Can you two stop being so weird, please" not as a request but as a statement.

The Sister who recently got the iPhone bought a cool application for USD 1.99 (or was it 2.99?) where it can snap four photos. So who needs to pay hundreds for the Action Sampler if you have that application and an iPhone.

It was The Sister's idea, by the way. I come up with brilliant dictator plans to take over the world whereas she comes up with ideas to brighten the world in a very weird way.

Pictures were taken when we were doing some grocery shopping in Cold Storage and there were quite a few people walking pass us.
Disclaimer: No one was injured in this event.

Someone Like You

2009-10-26T13:20:00.002+08:00

Because of my cibai neighbour, I don't have a car. And I sprained my finger because of my last law paper. Wtf

I had to take a train for my 9am paper today because The Sister, after sending me down to KL three times, decided that she was too lazy and that the mornings should not be wasted by sending me to KL (cry).

I'm going to make her send me to my next two morning papers because whatever knowledge I had in my brain today about Law of Tort was squeezed out in the super crowded train. Think sardine can kind of crowded.

And today, I discovered that the crowd in the morning actually lines up while waiting for the train instead of just rushing through the door.

How amazing is that? I was so amazed that I actually text two people (my mother and a friend) about it. For once I see civilisation in Malaysia. Yes. Its damn sad that I speak of my country that way but its a fact.

And you know whats another surprising thing? I'm surprised that the people of Malaysia have yet to claim that they invented the principle of queueing up since we've been wanting to claim almost everything as ours lately (dance, food, etc).

Crime Mob

2009-10-22T22:38:00.002+08:00

Its the giggles and hysteric laughs about the weirdest things in the world.

When everything is perfect, something must come along and ruin it. Something like this.

My stupid babi cibai pukimak neighbour rammed into my parked car and didn't say shit about it.

Why am I so sure its him? Because his lorry paint is on my car. Because his lorry was parked so close behind mine. Because he is an asshole. Because he is an asshole. Because he is a stupid illiterate asshole.

Even his sons are damn babi for riding their stupid motorcycle around the neighbourhood without helmets and speeding like some babi rempit. I don't care if they die, just don't kill anyone else. They almost crashed into my dad too.

I even saw the wife fell off her motorcycle at the junction. Why? Because the whole family is super babi brain, they drive like idiots and they are as intelligent as a doorknob.

Yes, I'm pissed.

Hot Sweat And Blurry Eyes

2009-10-17T19:10:00.002+08:00

And slowly, I feel life seep back into me. And slowly, I realise that the world isn't that sensitive and dramatic towards everything and at all times.

Its been so long since I blogged about something that could spark hatred and anger if one does not have a good sense of humour.

As most of you non-ignorant Malaysian citizens know, our current Prime Minister, Dato Seri Najib Tun Razak, came out with this great theory of uniting the people called OneMalaysia.

Almost everyday in The Star newspaper under the readers comment section, you can see at least one mail addressing this OneMalaysia issue and how we can work together to acheive it.

I have an idea. And its to all you racist adults out there.

1) The next time your kid does something mischevious, don't threaten him/her by saying "You better behave yourself or I will call that Indian uncle there to come and catch you away." Or even worse, not even referring to the poor Indian man as "Indian" but "Apu neh neh".

While we're on this topic of using stupid ideas by parents to scare their kids, maybe we should call out to all parents to stop telling your kid that a tree will grow inside his/her stomach if he/she accidentally swallows an orange seed. Or any other fruit.

Its stupid how some parents let their kid continuously believe that Santa Clause is real and deceive them into believing that a tree would grow inside your stomach instead of choking. As if a tree growing inside you is worse than dying.

I hate delusional people.

Zie ♥

2009-10-15T21:35:00.002+08:00

Law paper 2 in less than 12 hours and here I am blogging about nothing important. Haha.

Exam's so far so good. The hectic week has yet to come. And when it does, I swear the Hitler in me wouldn't be subtle at all. A day before the first day of exams, I was already giving everyone the "Do I look like I want to talk to you?" face when they spoke to me. I can only imagine the worst to come.

Pi may be old and losing his teeth but definitely young at heart. That dolphin was bought by The Sister in Singapore for 20 Singapore Dollars and that boy just decided to chew on it one day as if its 20 Rupiah instead.

When he first came, he used to run into the furniture when he was running with the dolphin in his mouth. Like head on collision. No kidding.

The dolphin looks pretty pink now, but when its all filthy with his saliva and dragged around by him, its blacker than his nose.

I came out from the shower last night to find my dad digging through his gnome bank (not a piggy bank because, well, its not a pig as you can see) and he poured out RM200 worth of 50 cent coins.

And the first thing i said was "Oh no. Are we that poor?" Then I went on to tell him about the Inheritance Law in Malaysia that I read on the Malaysian Bar Council website.

150 MPH

2009-10-11T21:34:00.002+08:00

I still remember the day I buried my face into the pillow when I read the text message :D

Hello, everyone. Doing good? Yes? Good. No? Me too.

In less than 12 hours, I'll be sitting my Advance Level examination. A total of 3 subjects which is like 10 papers over the span of one month.

Picture above is my Statement of Entry for the exam. If you're observant enough, you may have spotted the 2 and 9 written in blue ink. My mother thought it would be a good idea to write the time of my exam on my Statement of Entry itself. Mothers.

So, why am i taking so many papers in one sitting? Why is my A Levels course only less than 9 months?

Because I'm sitting for AS and A2 Level at one go.

Why do I always do such things like this such as take 11 subjects during SPM when everyone else is dropping or just taking the minimal and I'm not one of those prodigy kids that can cope?

Because I'm proving to myself that I'm heroic.

100 cool points for me.

Bless me.

'Ka Ho Yuet Yuen'

2009-10-04T13:38:00.003+08:00

Can't complain about anything :) Indian food for lunch today. Woosh!

October 3rd, 2009

My father Loong legally became a senior citizen (in Malaysia, that is) yesterday. I don't think he would be too happy about me mentioning his age loud and proud here so if you really want to know, Google it.

I keep telling him that accomplishing an age above 50 in this cold mean cruel world is definitely something to be proud about. But he still insist that its nothing to shout about. Which was when I told him I hate old people which he replied by saying he hates young people.

Typical.

Since it was a reason to do something new and he hasn't been to Pavilion (I know, i know), we decided to take him there and made sure we walked every floor and every corner. And probably almost every toilet too. My bladder has been so small lately.

This is how I look when I cross the road (apparently). Maybe thats how I'm surviving the Kuala Lumpur traffic and crossing the roads there.

My rempit side is screaming to come out after years of suppressing it. Looked high and low for a pair of red jeans. Now all I need is a 125 cc motorcycle, a pair of shades and a low life vision to join the clan.

The Sister has been complaining about her weight gain recently but she looks pretty damn skinny in this picture. At 4 in the morning, we took out the weighing scale in a friend's house and started to weight ourselves. Lets just say The Sister wasn't very happy about the results. Then we proceeded to finish a pine of Ben And Jerry's. Thats right. A pine.

I just needed to. Please understand.

Its rather surprising how my neighbours have yet to call the police because The Sister and I would randomly stand in the middle of the street and take such pictures.

And like this. (Look pass the kissy face)

Father Loong's spawns.

I Could Show You A Good Time

2009-09-23T23:42:00.004+08:00

My exam is in 16 days. I'm gonna go grab a steak knife and stab myself repeatedly now.

If you ask me, my favourite Marvel superhero would be Batman. Why? Because his logo seems the most striking among all of them. (Dumb reason, I know) I've never failed to watch those movies of Batman when I was a kid.

Gold Coast, Australia, 2008

I even spend time drawing and colouring the Batman logo for no reason.

Is this not like the sexiest superhero you have ever seen? (I have no idea why I have this sudden love and obsession over Batman)

And then I found a picture of Batman and Robin which totally killed their cool attitude when I met "them" in Australia.

This whole anime/manga/marvel fantasy hook ups is starting to kill my childhood bit by bit. Don't ask me what I saw with Ash and his mother or Misty and Pikachu. Killed my love for Pokemon a little.

First drunk picture of year 2009. Definitely an improvement since the year is already ending and this is the first picture.

L'chaim

2009-09-17T14:04:00.003+08:00

Things have never been such at ease before. Despite the fact that my exams are less than a month away.

September 15, 2009;- The day my parents got married 24 years ago.

I once remembered having a conversation with The Sister about how amazing it is that my dad is able to stand my mom and how my mom is able to stand my dad. (We're not a bunch of backstabbing bratty kids, my parents were there during that conversation.)

Happy 24th year anniversary, mother and father = grumpy loving old people who brought me up :D

Have I mentioned how much weirder they are as they get older? The Sister and I concluded that it is us (or mainly just her) that made them this way. Which is good, I think.

The Sister: Eh adik, look at those fried buns. They look like youuuuu

Me: Eh kakak, look at those spring onions. They look like youuuuu.

My family. Because dictators love too.

Let Me Shake Up Your World

2009-09-10T20:42:00.003+08:00

I'm Hitler on the road too. Beware.

I know its been some time since I last blogged. I've been occupied :)

I've always wanted to take a stupid picture like this. That thing behind me is not a hose. Its my tail. Really.

The Sister was so insistent on giving Pi a bath outside the house. Such nice weather today with the sun and cool breeze.

The poor thing was shivering every time the breeze came. And since it was 6 in the evening, people who were out for their evening stroll, looked in and smiled to themselves when they saw my whole family fussing over one furball. Happy moments.

Of course, Pi enjoyed the attention too. If he came along 10 years ago, I would have developed severe middle child syndrome.

Pi looks like a huge lump of Maggi Mee when his fur is wet. And I actually had to look twice to tell is that his head or huge ass.

He is attacking the towel by the way. According to my mother who can apparently read every move of his, he is angry that water got into his nose and he vents his anger by attacking the towel after his bath. Such a psychic, she is.

The morning was spent batting at Batting Cages, One Utama. Its basically baseballs flying at 60km/h in your direction.

Like in the driving range (where I swung the golf club and hit my own foot), I wore flip flops to bat too. And with such great accuracy of mine, I sliced the ball coming at 60km/h and the ball whacked my big toe and bounced off.

The guy who manages the place was across me while it happened and he definitely start off his morning with a great laugh. Then he got me an ice pack, so its okay that he laughed at me.

Such intense pain I'm feeling right now. But waking up at 9-ish in the morning to play baseball is fun.

I want to go to the driving range. Like now :D

Mozoltov

2009-09-04T01:07:00.002+08:00

Falling so fast.

iGreedy

The Sister and I have been in a super fatty mode lately. More like, I have been in a super super fatty mode lately along with a lazy mood as a sidekick.

Gym soon? Definitely.

But I Couldn't Resist

2009-08-26T01:20:00.004+08:00

Because in the dark, your other senses work better. Funnyly (haha)

(If you're in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia) Isn't this like the best weather you've seen since the year 2009 came around?

This is what people mean by the grass is greener and the sky is bluer. The birds were chirping too if you consider crows a fancy bunch of dipshits.

Reminds me of being in Brisbane, Australia all over again. Where all your skin feels is the nice gush of wind and the sun hitting directly because the sky hardly has any clouds.

Such a happy day.

XVII

2009-08-24T00:43:00.006+08:00

Definitely one of a kind. I almost forgot how to be realistic.

When The Sister ruined my 2 year old birthday party, I knew she has been feeling bad for the past 16 years. So this year, she finally decided to make it up to me.

The Fossil watch I've been wanting for almost half a year (Yes, its yellow. Your eyes aren't deceiving you).

The Sister actually went through all the hassle of lying to me for months and making trips to Singapore back and forth just to hunt for my Fossil ES2208. At one point, she almost lost all hope in life because none of the retail outlets had the yellow watch I want and she has already lied to me for 3 months plus about getting it. I'm not exaggerating, she said it.

Thank you, Kakak and her boyfriend, Doo :) This is like the nicest lie someone has ever told me and definitely one of the best presents I've received because initially I gave her money to get the watch but she slipped the money back into the Fossil box and said its my birthday present.

If I was a little more emotional and dramatic, I would have cried/teared. To understand how unemotional I am, I didn't cry while watching A Walk To Remember, The Notebook and Marley & Me. But I do have feelings. Really.

Family dinner at Fonteras @ Jaya One. Marked my 18th birthday with a margarita. Specifically, a Horny Margarita.

No, the Horny Margarita didn't have any effect on me but I really don't know what possessed me either. But look at The Sister, doesn't she remind you of Yzma from Emporer's New Groove?

Nostril picture is the new black.

Happy happy 18th year for me. Thank you for the wishes, everyone!

Note: I HAVE A UKULELE ♥ Currently teaching myself how to play. I'll take pictures of it and post it up soon.

龍

2009-08-17T01:26:00.002+08:00

I attended a rempit concert today. It was definitely one of a kind.

龍勝莉 (Loong Sheng Li) This is my name in Chinese characters.

I always love the writing and meaning of my "Loong" which means "dragon" or "symbolic of the emporer".

My "Sheng" means "winning, bravery and courage" and "Li" together with the "Sheng" means "even more bravery, more courage and more winning".

I swear my parents are trying to mold me to be the next Hitler or something.

The Sister, again, believes that its favouritism that I get the "nicer" name. Since young, we were told that her name basically means beauty and mine meant courage. So we always comforted each other by saying that she will die a loser and I'll die ugly.

But I guess after this conversation, it would take more effort to convince The Sister that its not favouritism that my name has the "better" meaning. Whats wrong with a name that means beauty? Other than the fact that if you minus a few strokes it means nothing but "eyebrow".

Since young, I always had a temper which I strongly believe is decreasing over the years. And my father always remind me to be more diplomatic with my choice of words even though I don't think that way. I think I'm improving quite well on my diplomatic side with The Sister.

Note: Thank you to Sam for the translation.

I'm going to go digest the whole meaning of my name and try not to breakdown from the pressure and expectations of it.

Now It's Just A Bar Fight

2009-08-15T12:10:00.005+08:00

My iPod has never been such a great company before.

The Sister is down in Singapore again. Probably like the 5th (or more) time. But I think this time she went down just to get me the Fossil watch that I've been waiting for since months ago.

She finally got it yesterday. I cannot wait for her to come home even more now (I do care about her well-being, mind you).

Along with this picture message she sent to me, she also said "Don't say I don't love you". And I was like thinking "She didn't pay for it and it gave her a reason to go down Singapore for her shopping spree".

Good point, right? But I am thankful la. Not some ungrateful bitchy younger sibling.

She's been so needy of me. So I think what she meant by "Don't say I don't love you" is actually like "I do love you so much. You're the best sibling anyone can ever have in the whole entire world".

Pi on the other hand is still being himself. Poor old man has so much problems.

And I, need to breathe.

Oh oh, Happy one year anniversary to this, click here and here.

Beneath The Milky Twilight

2009-08-07T19:24:00.003+08:00

Its a cold dark room <3

Credits to The Sister for taking pictures.

And also how she says that I look "almost approachable" in the picture above. Which she continues by saying how its a lie. What lies? I'm like the nicest person you can find (unless you're selectively retarded or stupid)

I managed to convince my mother to buy a new pair of glasses for me. And Emporio Armani glasses to be exact. In my defense of being a materialistic whiny brat, I've been seeking for over 2 years now and it was on a 40% discount.

Original price of the frame was like close to RM700. After discount, inclusive of lens and frame, RM478 (I know, still can vomit blood). The Sister thinks its favouritism. But then again, she spends on expensive contact lenses monthly. So what favouritism?

After purchasing, my mother had this great thought that my glasses was an imitation of the brand. I hate it when she does that. She was only convinced that it isn't a fake after I showed her the picture of it on the Emporio Armani website.

Since my mother became such a "cool" person by going to karaoke joints, own an iPod and now have Facebook, The Sister thought she was also capable of handling a DSLR. Which is not even close. You should see the uncropped versions of the pictures. She insisted that she couldn't fit us into the frame when the pictures she took had half of the wall and half of The Sister without me in it.

Me: How come there's space in between us? Don't you like me? (Period is coming. Sensitive moments)
The Sister: Its called our shoulders, stupid.

Anyone still have any smart ideas of me being the more evil sibling? Stupid is not included in this question.

Pi wants to be a part of everything. Before Pi came along, my family used to call our left neighbour mad for making those sounds while playing with their dogs. In my words, I would say that they sound like humping gorrillas (not joking) And I also came up with this theory that the husband is erectile dysfunctional thats why he has no kids but like 4 toy dogs. I was 9 when I came up with the "Erectile Dysfunctional Theory".

Al Capone in the making. Such a stylo dog.

'Sup, Hilter?

2009-08-06T14:16:00.004+08:00

The Sister and I tend to get the same design of glasses. Even my Form 3 class teacher realised.

As you can see, my personality disorder on MSN Messenger isn't going very well.

But I would much rather have a personality disorder than have a bipolar disorder.

Got A Case Of A Love Bipolar

2009-08-05T14:42:00.003+08:00

I like the weather today. So cold and snuggly. Reminds me of yesterday when I named a girl in Starbucks "Snobby".

Schmae would be The Sister and Megan Fox would be me. I'm having some sort of mid-life crisis and a personality breakdown all together.

We're not usually this vulgar. And I think I'm taking MSN emoticons a little too seriously.

To find out what ccb means, click here and read number 2.
To find out what cb means, click here and read number 3.

Like how scissors beat paper, ccb beats cb.

On a different note, but still proving that I'm taking Facebook a little too seriously too.

I still wonder if Facebook is liable if anyone were to commit suicide because of their quizzes.

Like this. Its worrying how she "HEHEHEHAHAHAHEHEHE" and cry.

Hang in there, kakak.

Riot Is The New Black

2009-08-01T16:33:00.005+08:00

If the world ends in 2012, its really because God hates us for doing all these shit.

If I were to march down the streets of Kuala Lumpur and make my way to Istana Negara to hand over a memorandum, my memorandum would be proposing a new core subject under the Malaysian Education called Education of Malaysia: Ways to not be a psychotic idiot and trouble others 101.

As most of you know, my college is situated in Central Market and it so happens that Central Market is one of the main spots for them to scream and shout. It might be still going on this very moment as I'm typing this.

Last night, I was reading a bunch of articles regarding the ISA riot and both sides (Anti and Pro) promised/ensured/stated that their riot would be peaceful. Apparently not very peaceful since tear gas, chemical-laced water, helicopters, police trucks and the FRU are all getting involved.

You have to understand that I'm on neither sides but what ticks me off is that I just want to go to college and finish my damn A-Levels course and make my way into a career path where I can kick (read:sue) some sense into this bunch of idiots who does nothing but create traffic jams.

And here's an example of the most herioc person I've ever came across. (No sarcasm intended. REALLY)

Recognise the names real well.

And look who is hiding. Okay, not exactly hiding but "sheltering".

Yeah, thats right. Tear-gas the shit out of them. Its a nice Saturday, stay home and spend some time with your kids and wife and let me at least have the opportunity to attend college while the shop keepers have a chance to run their business peacefully.

Introduction of Education of Malaysia: Ways to not be a psychotic idiot and trouble others 101.

Pictures by The Associated Press, The Malaysian Insider

Running In The Family

2009-07-28T22:42:00.004+08:00

My lower back is killing me. I hate my bed.

The Sister's response to my previous post on how she ruined my childhood shows no remorse or anything close to it. See why this is a dog eat dog world. Even your own sibling shows no mercy.

After the conversation above, we went on to conclude that no matter how old I continue to live, I'll always be 1.

And she keeps bringing up the issue of how she "saved" my life twice from drowning when I was little. For your information, her definition of "saving" means to let me lie in the water, in the process of drowning of course, and run off to call my mother. Somehow it didn't cross her mind to just pull me up but to let me suffer for a few more seconds.

Then there's also the part where she counters back by saying how I sprained both of her pinky fingers with a 10 second interval. From my side of the story, it was her who isn't quite brilliant. I mean, no one would ever put their fingers near an 8 year old kid who is hyper and jumping on the bed right?

There's also the part on how we get back at our mother for being so "cruel" to us at some moments.

As a reminder, like how she did the happy dance whenever I winced in pain when I got Quattro, my fourth piercing.

And there's this thing in my family where we praise our dog whenever he snorts in someone else's face or accidentally scratch someone.

We're dictators. Its in the blood.

Seas Would Rise When I Gave The Word

2009-07-22T16:11:00.002+08:00

Sorry about the hiatus. I've been pretty lazy and this blog is 5 years old. I'm thinking about retiring. Just maybe.

For almost all my life, or at least when I started to understand what people are saying, I've been asked over and over again "Why are you like that?". Of course if I was some low self esteem kid (I do have my low self esteem moments, fyi) I would have probably went mad a few years ago and perform some shooting massacre only that its hard to buy guns in Malaysia.

About a week ago, I had a conversation with my family about when our earliest memory was. I always thought that I only started to have memory of things when I was 3 until I remember this one incident. This incident that happened when I was 2 years old and also might be the answer to "Why are you like that?".

This is me when I was 3. I know, the fat thighs since I was 3 and it never went away. 18 years with fat thighs.

So anyway, I remembered that when I was 2, my parents threw me a birthday party and invited everyone who weren't my friends. I was 2 years old, obviously I had no friends. It was also the worst birthday party in my whole entire life.

I know that you're going to say that I should be thankful that I have parents, parents that celebrates my birthday or parents who remembers when my birthday is (though recently my dad started to ask me how old I am but thats because he is getting older or just messing with me, I hope). To assure you, I am thankful but this isn't about my parents. Its about this one person who has been convincing people around her that I'm the one who bullies her.

Thats me during my 2 year old birthday party and I remember this exact moment very clearly.I was complaining to my dad about how EVERYONE is ignoring me and its MY birthday party and the limelight should be on ME right? Nope. When your cousins are way older than you are, no one really cares. And my dad was too busy talking to other old people so he ignored me too. That yellow balloon was my only friend. I'll get him back on that someday.

The only one that gave me her undivided attention that day was this lady in the picture above. She's my babysitter since forever so she's a pretty big deal in my childhood life or life itself. As you can tell, from that day onwards, she's on my Favourite People List. Note: I have no idea who is that man staring at me.

As if things could not get any worse in a birthday party where no one pays attention to you (My mother was busy making sure everything was running smoothly so she's excused. She's on my Favourite People List too) I thought I could at least feel better when it came to cutting the cake and blowing the candle.

Did I get to blow the candle? Nope. Guess who did. The person who continuously convince others and herself that I bully her. Thats right. The Sister blew MY birthday candles. I'm not sure if she stole my wish that year.

There was also another incident when I was 5 years old, I think. Where we were all at the zoo with my cousins. All I wanted was the binoculars so that I could mind my own business and have a closer view on the colourful birds. When I asked The Sister for my binoculars, of course she as the nice person gave it to me without hesitating. Only that she shove it right to my eyes forcefully and walked away.

Thats the person who claims that I bully her.

You know what they say. Keep your friends close, your enemies closer and pretend you love your rival sibling until you get a chance to strike. I'm just waiting for her 50th birthday.

I hope this answers your "Why are you like that?" question. And I'm not bullying, its just payback in a very non-massacre way.

Disclaimer: Its really not as bad as it sounds. We're just a bunch of whiny and bratty kids.

Talk Me Some Sense

2009-07-12T23:52:00.002+08:00

Malaysia needs to learn from Australia how to build better and more comfortable trains, which means making it wider so that I won't have to have butt contact with some random person.

If you have me on Facebook, you would have most probably seen my status update on how I overheard a Malay family discussing how stupid the government is by changing Maths and Science to be taught in Malay language.

And then I started to think to myself on the train at 10.15 in the morning on the way to college on how they are right and they are the first Malay people I hear in person objecting to this recent decision.

But don't you realise recently people have been speaking in a very weird way? And by speaking, I mean typing online and not in person. Ever since the existence of this "status update" became known to the world, there has been some weird lingo going around.

If you live on a tree (but have internet connection) and do not have a Facebook account, a status update usually starts with your name at the beginning and you form a sentence like the picture above ie. "Sheng Li wants to watch Public Enemies..."

And then people (in this case I used The Sister and I as examples because people are sensitive if you use them as examples) started doing it on Twitter too. Twitter isn't exactly a "form a sentence using your name as the first word" kind of thing but people are still beginning to speak that way.

Can you imagine walking into McDonald's and conversations in this world started to change into "status update" language?

Waiter: Welcomes you to McDonald's. Wants to know what you would like to have.
Customer: Feels like having a double cheese burger and fries. Wishes the fries to be unsalted.

And while paying, would they actually narrate their life and say "Pays the waiter 10 bucks for a burger and fries and curses the tax included."?

So if you think teaching Maths and Science in a different language is bad, and speaking in third person is annoying, narrating your life is a disaster. We need not do anything anymore in this world if a relationship has nothing except a person saying "kisses you goodnight".

People, start using the word "I" again. No one is going to call you self-centered.

Just Another Lemon Tree

2009-07-11T22:05:00.002+08:00

Its so odd that I feel hormonally balanced when its the time of the month.

I think this yellow obsession of mine is going a little too far. My Business Studies lecturer was talking to me and I totally spaced out on her yellow bottle cap from the Pepsi Twist that she was drinking from. Such a pretty striking yellow bottle cap, Pepsi Twist has.

I told The Sister that I shall start walking around with a yellow hanger hanging out from my pocket like its a new fashion trend.

Maybe if I do this while walking in Central Market, KL, people would sense that I'm mentally unstable and stop bothering me.

Did you know that its not even safe to stand on the five foot way to wait for someone because eventually some random person will walk towards your face and seductively call you "Ah-moi" only that its not half as pleasant as "Sup, babe"?

Or maybe like how those rappers have those little cloth or some sort hanging out from their back pocket while they are on stage rapping while grabbing their crotch? It won't be weird if some celebrity did it and half the nation started to follow.

Reminds me of a group of people where six of them were all wearing different shades of tartan shirts. I would dive into the middle of the road if I went out in a group and everyone wore similar patterns or colour. Or the worst, same clothings in different colours.

If you are in a group of friends who all wear the same skirts but only in red, blue, green, yellow, black and white, you need new friends. And if you're going to leave a comment on whether I'm judging you, yes I am.

Yellow is the new black. Only that Pi has black on him so he pretty much have no choice.

Note: Almost all those nice high quality pictures on my blog are taken by The Sister (picture above).

She once laughed at me because my mother used to call me "Aminah" because I look like a kampung kid.

And I said "I'm Aminah. Mom is Mak Minah and dad is Pak Amin. You think we're bad? You're worse. You're Kakak." - Kakak in Malaysia usually refers to the maid.

But I am nice to her.

I Have A Dream - Martin Luther King

2009-07-08T16:21:00.003+08:00

I'm so hungry and having a slight craving for McDonald's ice cream.

People of Malaysia. As of the year 2012, we're going back to the stone age! We're going to destroy all sorts of transport vehicles, IT products and send messages through smoke signals.

We might as well do all those since the government wants to revert Maths and Science back to Bahasa Melayu. It took them about 40 years to change Bahasa Melayu subjects to be taught in English but only about 6 years to make a decision to change it back to their "mother tongue" again.

Malaysia in self destruction mode. (click)

Malaysians in exaggerated self destruction mode.

I'm so glad I'm done and over with the Malaysian education system. Who wants to bet that they will change the decision again before they can revert in 2012?

Fireworks and Phonecalls

2009-07-04T23:29:00.003+08:00

Did you know that my feet are cold if I'm feeling well and its hot when I'm not?

You know whats totally driving me crazy? College. And this is probably the first time you hear that its not because of assignments.

My lecturer was snapping around and I think we're going to end up on some brochure.

From the creepy guy who stares in class and the horrible management system. Not to forget that I have to walk in Central Market the Creepiest Place in Malaysia.

Turns out that I not only have to face weird people on the streets of Central Market and in class. On my way home from college today, I saw this guy standing at the Kelana Jaya LRT station with headphones on and he was frantically (keyword) playing his air guitar.

I know this is a shit picture but you can see his hand busy strumming away. If anyone wondered, he was playing the G chord (seriously). He had some weird punk uneven haircut and silver chains hanging from his pants.

I didn't dare make it too obvious that I was snapping a photo of him because he might smash his air guitar on me. Like how those rock stars do in their music video.

From the conversation above, we can conclude that its either the streets of Central Market is getting to me or my dog is influencing me too much. I'm also beginning to snort like him when there's dust in the air.

And going off topic of creepy people/place.

Happy birthday, Liu Qing! Happy 4th of July to you too.

Note: Why is it that we all know when America celebrate their Independence Day? (If you don't, you're just ignorant) I bet if I ask any American when is Malaysia's Independence Day, they would kick me and leave me to die on the streets of New York.

Yellow, Yellow, Dirty Fellow.

2009-07-01T23:16:00.002+08:00

So easily irritated and losing interest fast lately. People are getting less interesting.

Every two years, I have this weird thing where I semi-obsess over a certain colour. The first colour that became an obsession was red. Then it was green.

I got a green laptop, a green iPod Nano named BeePod and also a green Fossil purse but that was quite spontaneous because it was on sale.

When I was younger, like any other kid (I think), I wasn't fond of colours and now I want everything to be bright and shiny. I still hate those earthy colours though.

Got a manicure today with The Sister and Her Boyfriend. We call it lemon and lime for obvious reasons. I think if I walk on the streets at night wearing everything black, cars will still be able to see me if light is reflected on to my fingernails.

This is a good idea right? It makes people over the phone less tense and probably brighten up their day when they find out there's someone weirder than them in this world and probably doesn't have friends like them.

Its good to give false impressions sometimes.

Thriller - In Memory of Michael Jackson

2009-06-27T23:00:00.002+08:00

I ate 8 keropok lekor (the fat ones) and about 5 pisang goreng today. Happy day.

As most of you heard, or maybe not so many of you heard, there's this creepy guy in my class who frequently stares at me. If you're going to throw the "You're so narcissistic that you're staring to be delusional" statement at me, I'll prove you wrong by telling you that it was my friends (plural) who first noticed it.

After half a year, I finally got to snap a (side view) picture of him because the front view will just give you a cardiac arrest like what happened to poor Michael Jackson. Okay, thats not true. For obvious reasons, snapping a front view picture of him will give him some great idea that I'm in love with him too.

He offered me a ride home. Which I politely (keyword) declined saying that my dad was picking me up because I have to attend a family dinner right after. It was 4-ish in the evening. I believe that the easiest way to make it clear to someone that you don't want to sleep with them is that you give them the most ridiculous reason and believe in it like you aren't lying.

Unfortunately, that didn't work even a little and he started his staring quest. And he constantly follows me behind and when I stop, he staggers around like a lost fool.

Secondly, I attended my high school sports day two days ago also because I wanted to pick up my LCCI certificate. Government services doing what they do best, its been 3 months and still nothing.

Thirdly, I'm still not over Transformers. I feel like watching it another time in the cinemas.

Another day of college tomorrow. Wish me luck, I might die because someone is creepily staring at me.

Robots In Disguise.

2009-06-25T01:53:00.003+08:00

I can't wait for the next World Cup. Its just so exciting. And this time, I don't have to worry about waking up early the next day for school.

Pi had a nice RM80 crew cut which makes him depressed. So depressed that he refused to take a leak for a whole day and not take a dump for almost three days.

By far the only and best picture of Pi bathing.

Fortunately and unfortunately, he decided to release everything while we went out for dinner as a way of showing us that he is rebelling. Before my mom and dad could make him into some weird rice wine ginger stew, The Sister and I bathed him.

The blue light is looks like my Phantom's mask.

Its amazing how my mother can get so upset at him at one point and then she is totally fine after watching Pi play with his dolphin. Thats right, a pink dolphin. The next time my mother is pissed at me, I'm going to start chewing on soft toys too.

But despite that smelly rebelling dog, today is still a good day because of Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.

It makes you wonder how Transformers can be so awesome and then the sequel comes out and everything gets better.

I swear everyone in the cinema got excited when she appeared on the screen.

And then you wonder how can someone look so damn good. (She's not a man, bitches. Its the internet. Don't believe everything you read.)

Me: Megan Fox is 23 this year. You're 22. Kenapa you cam ni.
The Sister: I tak tau T_T

Tomorrow Is A Long Time

2009-06-23T18:52:00.002+08:00

When you say that its gonna be, it always turns out to be a different way.

I don't think I like growing up anymore. Maybe 18 is the perfect age because you can do things in life and you won't be convicted as an adult.

So far in my life, I conclude that there are three kinds of people (not including the bad side yet).

The ones who you plan everything with so precisely with just to avoid jail time.

The one where you can eat your heart out with no matter whose dog died or that the world is ending in 2012. (My dad has been telling us how he read some 10 shit is going to make the world end in the year 2012. I think its his mid life crisis)

And the one that will never laugh at your jokes and throw sarcasm in your face while literally screaming "In your face".

My mother once told me that she told her lawyer that "its not fair". Her lawyer replied bluntly saying "What do you mean fair. Whats fair in life?".

Off topic: The H1N1 flu is getting bad. My college is in Kuala Lumpur and I've to be in the train with freaky unknown people. I swear I'll drop out if I have to.

Tweet, Roger That.

2009-06-21T23:07:00.002+08:00

I may puke. Or kill.

Its definitely no doubt that people made a bigger deal out of Twitter and Facebook.

I wouldn't say its fantastic since its almost the same as Facebook status update only that it has pop outs even though you aren't log onto the homepage.

The Sister was pretty excited about me signing up for Twitter. I can't believe it myself. Just a random information, the first person I "followed" is Ellen Degeneres. She's so funny.

Stalk me by clicking here.

Things like Twitter and Facebook makes you feel old and not tech-savvy.

Voi?

2009-06-17T00:10:00.002+08:00

I'm going to play badminton at 2 in the afternoon tomorrow in Malaysian weather. Awesome.

I've been playing the guitar very frequently lately. I started playing when I was 13, couldn't catch the technique of strumming till 4 years later. So unlike other "normal" guitarist, I started plucking first. Pretty well too actually.

4 years hiatus of the acoustic guitar (killer strings) made my fingertips' skin split and I'm currently typing with 8 fingers now.

Excuse the poor lighting of the picture above because Liu Qing is still pretty unstable with the settings of her new D5000. But if anyone noticed the green light, that would be my new guitar tuner. That little thing cost almost RM100 but it looks so tech savvy.

The D5000 is pretty comfortable to handle. And the movable screen is definitely a plus point.

-After getting some used-to to the camera's settings-

I like my shorts. I conned my mother into buying it for me after The Sister and I waited for her to finish her Redbox session with her friends for 6 hours. Unbelievable somehow. My mother went into Redbox and I'm still a virgin in both karaoke joints and clubs.

Because Nostril Picture is the new black.

I can't wait for Transformer: Revenge of the Fallen. I'm totally on the Autobots side, by the way.

This post sounds so geeky of guitar, DSLR and Transformer.

Shiver Me Timbers!

2009-06-13T21:54:00.002+08:00

I hate Metro Driving Academy. Probably the prime example of typical Malaysian attitude.

I'm not even officially 18 yet but I'm starting to feel like technology is really getting ahead of me too fast.

Like how I mistakenly said GPRS instead of GPS.

Click picture for a better view.

I recently discovered that Facebook has this language called English (Pirate). Just go to Settings > Language > English (Pirate) if you want to try it out.

I'm so amused by it. Instead of using the word "Sign Out", pirates refer it as "Abandon Ship".

If you look on the left hand side of the picture, my marital status says "Anchored to" instead of "Married to". Pirates sure know how to make marriage sounds worse than it already is.

And they call "Friends" as "Me Hearties". How bloody cute is that.

I want to marry a pirate. Period.

Holy Matrimony

2009-06-11T23:49:00.002+08:00

The light in my room is fixed. Going to force The Sister to take portrait shots soon.

Its been forever (7 days) since I slept comfortably. Last night, my mother forced me to sing "karaoke" with her at 1 in the morning and then she accidentally hit my piercing. Now Quattro is like a fresh wound again.

Today during dinner, I asked my parents if they were ever apart for more than a month when they were dating. The Sister then asked how they went through not being able to text/email while being apart since technology wasn't great then.

Me: Think about it. If you were mom, will you be happy being away from dad for a month?
The Sister: -nods head- Yah.
Me: Now if you were dad, will you be happy being away from mom for a month?
The Sister: -nods head vigorously- Yahhhh.

We're going to Hell.

Disclaimer: We're not children who wants to ruin their parents' marriage.

Driving down the 101

2009-06-08T23:13:00.002+08:00

I crave for fried oyster. But I think Quattro the 4th piercing wouldn't accept it too well yet.

My parent's and The Sister's dream came true today. I'm finally done with the whole driving lessons ordeal and passed today (without bribing).

Nothing new about how the Malaysian system works. Thankfully I was 002 in line and didn't have to wait too long. In fact, I started at 9.00 in the morning and was done by 9.27 am. The fever came right before the test started though.

I was so happy to be the first in line for the road test but those dogs had to almost make me crash. I should have just ran over them. I wonder if he would fail me for that.

Don't laugh at my drawing. Both my parents can't draw.

I just "can't wait" to drive.

Four, Tres, Two, Uno!

2009-06-06T01:16:00.002+08:00

Words cannot express the way I feel right now. Fml.

It started with "We have three hours to kill and I need something to blog about."

And it went on with much procrastination of "Right after this vanilla ice cream, then we'll make a choice whether to go for it or not okay!"

That didn't happen according to plan. It was only after an hour of anxiety and indecisive behaviour, that we went for it. Apparently when gathering your guts with a friend or friends, advice such as piercing your ears will give you 10 cool points, 100 bravery points (and a life time worth of pain that might cause a seizure.)

I went first and I asked Emily to hold my hand which she almost shouted "no" so loudly. Which she then went on to hiding her face and shut her eyes when the needle went through my cartilage.

They should come out with a proverb that teaches who your friends are when you go to pierce your ears. But Tofu-Ly (Emily) has been a friend long enough to be allowed to ditch me.

The pain was such a killer 5 minutes after the piercing that we headed straight to Jusco's fan and air conditioning department for me to cool off my very very blood red ear. I bet there was steam too.

I texted The Sister before and after I pierced my ear.

The Sister: Just get over with it. Pierce already?
Me: Yeah.
The Sister: OMG! YOU DID IT?!
Me: Yeah. (I was in too much pain)
The Sister: Hohohoho. Anticipating world war three when you get home.

I hate her. Not only did she not mention about the piercing beforehand to my mother, she encouraged me in the beginning and then tells me I'm going to die.

Speaking of red, someone is as bad as I am when it comes to childhood stories and Disney movies.

Because the tragus piercing would be too much of a hassle in many ways, I went to get the little bulb in the middle of my ear. The name is Quattro, which signifies the fourth piercing.

Just like how everyone lied to me, I'm going to lie to everyone. Go ahead and get those damn piercings just for 10 cool points and 100 bravery points since its all worth it.

Side note: My mother can't stop doing the happy dance each time I wince in pain or start breathing like a humping gorilla. As you can see, she isn't angry about the piercing as planned by The Sister of Hell.

I'm going to hide in my corner and cry now with my 10 cool points.

Lord Of The Rarity

2009-06-01T01:39:00.006+08:00

I've been easily feeling so "resah" lately. About anything possible. I think its the hormones.

I was complaining to Lady ha (a friend) about how fat and round my dog turned into.

With friends like this..

Who entertains every single (good) lame jokes you make..

Who needs a sister like this..

Who minimize time spent talking to their own sister about their own dog.

Just as I was telling The Sister about how we could make use of our new stand lamp bought in Ikea for night portrait shots or whatever, she fused the bulb just by turning it on.

I was so irritated with her that I told her to become a lamp in whatever way she can and I don't care how she does it.

Within a few seconds after that (not so brilliant) statement made by me, my parents had their own suggestions.

Dad: Yeah. Maybe you can connect two wires and your eyes will lit up.
Mom: She will be a very dim bulb.

Get it get it? Calling someone bright means smart, right? My mother decided to use the word "dim" instead.

Such considerate moves she pulls nowadays after i threatened to call the child abuse center or put her into a government old folks home.

Where Has The Childhood Gone

2009-05-29T02:52:00.002+08:00

Hello everyone. Read this. In two hours, I went from Taman Mayang Jaya to Millenium Square to Sri Hartamas to Hartamas Square to Solaris, Mont Kiara to Kota Damansara. We're the Proton Saga group. Don't mess.

Doraemon the comic book will definitely be one of the main essentials in my childhood days. Thanks to The Sister who has a whole collection of them, I got hooked onto them as soon as I'm literrate and I even learnt the word "bekalan makanan" from that comic.

As a 20th century and 90's kid, the latest hype back then was to have "Autograph books" where people write in their favourite music, date of birth, cheesy poems and just about everything. I, as usual, was the different type of kid who has plenty of sticker albums instead. I also collected stamps by the way.

I was so proud and shamelessly still proud of my collection of Pokemon stickers. One of my deepest darkest secret is that I spend a whole lot of money on REAL Pokemon cards back then when I was about 10 onwards. Till today, I pray that someday, someone will say the orginal Pokemon cards are collectables and thats when I'll sell them on eBay. Perhaps making that my life income. (My mother is going to be so disappointed)

I would also like to say how the new edition Pokemon characters are a total bullshit. Pikachu, Charmendar, Bulbasaur and Squirtle will always be in my heart.

Anyone who was born in the late 80's or early 90's would definitely be in love with the Spice Girls or Backstreet Boys at some point of their life. My second deepest darkest secret would probably be that I was so in love with the Spice Girls that I may have known all the words to their song lyrics before I could even spell correctly. And thats when I was about 4 or 5 years old. Prodigy kid, I know.

I pray that the first edition of Pokemon cards and stickers would somehow be as valuable as the Mona Lisa painting. And I sure hope its before I die that someone discovers my collections under a pile of sand and some rocks, then calling it fossil.

Writing says "Loong Sheng Mae. -signature-. If found please return it to me! Thanks. P/s: RM5.00 for reward".

Apparently The Sister has this really really (really really really) weird habit of writing this lost and found notes on her comic books. And by that, I mean all of them (20 or more books).

Writting says "Name: Loong Sheng Mae, Age: 9 years old, Class: 4 Usaha, Signature: -ugly signature-"

But you can't blame a bored little 10 year old for doing all this, can you? Though, I would proudly say that when I was 10, I was reading novels and not writting lost and found reward notes.

Writting says "This book belongs to ME!! Please return if found. By: -signature- P/s: Reward RM5.00

Firstly, this totally cracked me up and gave me an idea to blog about it because The Sister actually thought by capitalising "ME", people would actually know who she is and return the book to her. Secondly, I think she only had RM5.00 in her bank last time.

Imagine if she lost 3 books at the same time and surprisingly someone returns it to her and demands the reward. She might declare bankruptcy because of RM15.00.

Certificate says "Certificate of Participation. This is to certify that Loong Sheng Mae participated in the 15th Psychology Colloquium March 2008 and was (READ THIS READ THIS) "Best Oral Presentation PSY 201 Advanced Research Methodology"

Thankfully for my mother, father and I, she grew up almost the same as every other normal children.

P/s: She allowed me to write this post on a condition where I must post the picture of her and her university certificate. P/p/s: RM5.00 as reward if you laughed. (Joke)

The Magic Mirror Sigh.

2009-05-26T16:48:00.002+08:00

I feel like having sushi for dinner.

Finally the whole painting the house job is done. I now have yellow numberings and a yellow postbox.

I told my parents that if The Sister and I were to suggest painting the letterbox yellow 8 years ago, they would have most probably brushed it off and said our suggestion is irrelevant. I concluded to them that its because they are getting older, they are just getting more simple in life.

My dad strongly disagreed and said its because he gave up on us. Like we are the failures in life. I hate old people and their comebacks.

Pi's black nose was in the way as always. He, once again, got white paint on to his fur because he brushed against the wall. My mother didn't react dramatically like she did to the last time. I think she gave up on Pi too, seeing him as a failure in life.

MSN conversations never fail to entertain me. Like how I was trying to explain what a "fire moustache" was to The Sister for 10 minutes.

I kept saying a fire moustache is a burning sensation at the spot where the moustache grows while she kept repeating "YOU'RE GROWING A MOUSTACHE?!". I'm not old, but I give up too.

As if its not bad enough that he (tvern in the MSN conversation) called his male friend "awek ebat" (rempit language for drop dead gorgeous girl), he then drew a picture of "Shaun" and Shaun's cameltoe/vagina.

Paint Your Wagon

2009-05-22T00:58:00.002+08:00

Some people should learn where they stand in other people's life and then learn how to stay out of it.

Painting session day 2 was on today but without The Sister this time. She was only home in time to snap a few shots to make up for her absence. She even offered to buy me chilli pan mee for dinner because she felt so guilty.

My dad and I are super heroes. We planned to paint just two walls but ended up painting the whole exterior of our house. Thats right. Just the both of us. Actually, mostly me since he was doing the edges and I did the main painting.

The Sister said I look muscular here, but I think she was just trying to suck up.

There's a 90% chance I'll not be able to get out from bed tomorrow. I told my parents in advance that they can just serve my meals in bed. However, they had a better idea of just throwing bread and butter to me for the whole day. I had to request a toaster myself.

On another incident today, my father said he almost "drowned" while drinking water. Apparently he didn't expect that much water to be in the cup and hence almost drowning when trying to gulp it down.

Even without learning Biology, I can tell that genes are hereditary.

My fingers are so sore and tired that I can't even play the guitar right for tonight. But at least my house now looks like a brand new house. And I advise all parents this. If you want your kids to appreciate something, make them work for it or do something to contribute to it.

For example, the only thing The Sister really cares about is her D80 DSLR camera because she bought it with her own hard earned cash. I bet if there was a fire, she'll grab the camera and then proceed to getting her family out of the house.

My shoulder blades are so burnt, it hurts to even wear a shirt and I'm so afraid to sleep right now.

Yes. The awesome hairclip, I know. Keeps the hair away from the face. Who cares.

Black nose/Pi/my dog is so attached to my family right now that he will stand under the blazing sunlight just to be next to me. Apparently he wanted to help me paint today by getting white paint on to his black fur and then proceeding to lick it off which made my mom freaked.

I painted the house from morning till night but my mother freaked over a little smudge on Black Nose's fur. The stability of life.