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Friday, April 29, 2005
The contents of my fun
My phone rang; 15:56 on the clock; It appeared to be "Chong Ee Von My2" on the wire. "What Roger Sanchez signing? Why would I want to go? Free tickets? No. Yes. Alright, I'll tag along." Little did I know at the time there was free beer involved (Lucky me). Who would turn down free beer? You would have to be barking mad to turn down free beer! Or sick with some problem, which this statement applies not to you.
An SMS: Nouvo party event free flow. Something along those lines. Far be it for me to decline such a warm and considerate gesture.
18ish on the clock in the car whilst inching towards KLCC and neither of us knew the way. Actually, I did, but just didn't know at the time. More suburban than I would like to be and more urban would I be to like. 20-30 minutes later were we at the concourse level of KLCC. Pathetic to not know our way around town.
Tower Records: No sign of Sanchez; we obtained our cold Heiiinieees. C.E.Von waves to her friends Onn Seng, Rita, and others (I've forgotten the rest). I don't know if that's any coincidence with the Heineken dispenser-man dispenseringating the bottles with his method of unbottle-capping and wiping down the droplets off the bottle. He obviously went to beer school.
Four beers later, a half hour or more, and no sight of our star: A wait that everyone was willing to take as sure as the sun with the fun. Ee Von flirting with Daryl B. Brought on by me saying loudly, "Handsome wat, handsome wat!" A look of recognition by the DB to the EV. Not a moment later, they were conversing on a pseudo-familiar plain.
We are queueing up for autographed posters. Bored, by then, my mind wanders for something to eat; Arrived then - a kinky blue fairy Joyce, whom I've never met before - but have seen around. Met her later and remembered that Joanne works at the same place she does. She says, "With Joanne, yes, very nice girl." To which I said "Do you really think so?" or something like that. I don't know why, though. Sorry for that.
We sit at McDonald's for my dinner. This fella needed to sober up. I wouldn't have drank gluttony if she had told me that she might not be able to drive on the way back. Imagine this: Both unknowingly directing each other to a way home; we ended up at Penchala Link, which according to everyone in the world is pretty far from the quickest route back to our neighbourhood. On top of that, D.U.I. I vow to know the streets better. I will no longer live in a place where the streets have no name. I never come to town.
I decided to mellow out and wait for later, unsure if later was going to come. It did.
Later, that day: Phone rings.
Me: Ah! How?
Not Me: I'm outside. (I hear a muffled hi/hello in the background)
Me: Ok. Coming.
Why is Shao Ming doing in front of my door? He needed to urinate, in my bathroom, no less. That's not what I meant! What I meant was that I didn't know he was coming. I was supposed to be shocked, I guess. Justin, too! Funny. Much appreciated was this.
Free drinks at Nouvo. This is all I want to write on that. V.I.P. seemingly packed. But what do I know? I don't come to these places. Reaffirmed, is that, at the end of this night.
Justin picks the spot next to my shoe to regurgitate his lunch + dinner on. That wouldn't be so funny if we weren't sitting in Lotus or whatever the hell that place is called, at Bangsar, having supper. Shaking around, moving real mad-tripping-like in the front seat, slamming the gears into Neutral every minute or so, was what he was doing moments earlier before we arrived. Not forgetting to mention the rear-view mirror.
End of the day, I get a nice massage; And that is excellent isn't it? You'd like that wouldn't you? You'd love it. Thanks for reading. Hope you could have pictured it like it was.
It's 6:35A.M. now and I doubt that the fella is awake to go for a walk in the hills. It's Friday; I guess I'll just watch Gilmore Girls, episode 19.
An SMS: Nouvo party event free flow. Something along those lines. Far be it for me to decline such a warm and considerate gesture.
18ish on the clock in the car whilst inching towards KLCC and neither of us knew the way. Actually, I did, but just didn't know at the time. More suburban than I would like to be and more urban would I be to like. 20-30 minutes later were we at the concourse level of KLCC. Pathetic to not know our way around town.
Tower Records: No sign of Sanchez; we obtained our cold Heiiinieees. C.E.Von waves to her friends Onn Seng, Rita, and others (I've forgotten the rest). I don't know if that's any coincidence with the Heineken dispenser-man dispenseringating the bottles with his method of unbottle-capping and wiping down the droplets off the bottle. He obviously went to beer school.
Four beers later, a half hour or more, and no sight of our star: A wait that everyone was willing to take as sure as the sun with the fun. Ee Von flirting with Daryl B. Brought on by me saying loudly, "Handsome wat, handsome wat!" A look of recognition by the DB to the EV. Not a moment later, they were conversing on a pseudo-familiar plain.
We are queueing up for autographed posters. Bored, by then, my mind wanders for something to eat; Arrived then - a kinky blue fairy Joyce, whom I've never met before - but have seen around. Met her later and remembered that Joanne works at the same place she does. She says, "With Joanne, yes, very nice girl." To which I said "Do you really think so?" or something like that. I don't know why, though. Sorry for that.
We sit at McDonald's for my dinner. This fella needed to sober up. I wouldn't have drank gluttony if she had told me that she might not be able to drive on the way back. Imagine this: Both unknowingly directing each other to a way home; we ended up at Penchala Link, which according to everyone in the world is pretty far from the quickest route back to our neighbourhood. On top of that, D.U.I. I vow to know the streets better. I will no longer live in a place where the streets have no name. I never come to town.
I decided to mellow out and wait for later, unsure if later was going to come. It did.
Later, that day: Phone rings.
Me: Ah! How?
Not Me: I'm outside. (I hear a muffled hi/hello in the background)
Me: Ok. Coming.
Why is Shao Ming doing in front of my door? He needed to urinate, in my bathroom, no less. That's not what I meant! What I meant was that I didn't know he was coming. I was supposed to be shocked, I guess. Justin, too! Funny. Much appreciated was this.
Free drinks at Nouvo. This is all I want to write on that. V.I.P. seemingly packed. But what do I know? I don't come to these places. Reaffirmed, is that, at the end of this night.
Justin picks the spot next to my shoe to regurgitate his lunch + dinner on. That wouldn't be so funny if we weren't sitting in Lotus or whatever the hell that place is called, at Bangsar, having supper. Shaking around, moving real mad-tripping-like in the front seat, slamming the gears into Neutral every minute or so, was what he was doing moments earlier before we arrived. Not forgetting to mention the rear-view mirror.
End of the day, I get a nice massage; And that is excellent isn't it? You'd like that wouldn't you? You'd love it. Thanks for reading. Hope you could have pictured it like it was.
It's 6:35A.M. now and I doubt that the fella is awake to go for a walk in the hills. It's Friday; I guess I'll just watch Gilmore Girls, episode 19.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Challenger (Are you challenging?!)
Please replace "-omitted-" with "challenger" or something. With permission:
I have posted something that might amuse you in more or less ways that it did me. Have fun!
| 20/04/2005 | 04:41:48 | Yew Seng | S | |\| F /-\ ! | I'm going to publish the challenger email. Is that ok? | ||||
| 20/04/2005 | 04:42:00 | S | |\| F /-\ ! | Yew Seng | haha | ||||
| 20/04/2005 | 04:42:03 | S | |\| F /-\ ! | Yew Seng | up to u | ||||
| 20/04/2005 | 04:42:21 | S | |\| F /-\ ! | Yew Seng | but dun send it to me | ||||
| 20/04/2005 | 04:42:29 | S | |\| F /-\ ! | Yew Seng | i have 2 copies in my hand | ||||
| 20/04/2005 | 04:43:22 | Yew Seng | S | |\| F /-\ ! | HAHAHA. |
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So...
So, I received word that my results for the examinations were out today/tonight/this morning. I hadn't failed anything till the final year project. Not to be optimistic, but I was expecting to fail once more at the retry of my final year project, which, incidentally, did not go all too well either.
I passed. To my disappointment, I only received a 3rd (third) class honours in my classification. Truthfully, I expected worse; worst, even. But now that I see that I received 3rd class (which is crap in case you were ever, in your time, wondering what the hell that meant), I (optional: can't help but) feel cheated out of my fully paid RMXX,XXX.XX.
So, I'm smoking in bed (a metaphor for smoking in my chair), thinking that maybe, just maybe, I might have tried too hard at trying too little at this Malaysian tertiary. However, it does read a little like a spoiled child's entry. I take my words back.
At least I have a degree to look at now. How come so many people keep asking about the convocation as though it matters that much? I'm not going if there is one. It's bad enough that they make you pay for it, but they also incur extra charges on your "once in a lifetime" award for purple-hearted bravery in battling books. What is the symbolism behind the heart being purple?
Can anyone comment on that? Villianese, perhaps (I do not own a camera of digital make or otherwise, which is in this country at least) you could find that out for me. I don't have pictures of a purple hearted anything either, so, perhaps you can fill me in on your research. Much appreciated. When I do get a digital camera, the first thing I'll do is post something on that.
I'm speaking with a fellow classmate of mine and we (I mean He) is comparing results with me, and I have already succumbed to doing the same thing. His results are a class higher than mine; 2nd (second) lower, if you were wondering, again. He cheated; Obviously. Just the same with everyone else who received a higher classification than I did.
Started designs on a more suitable web layout. However, it's to be hosted on a different domain. We'll see how far this project goes. Flash-based design with scripting that I hope to learn soon. I'll post a very uninterestingly funny email conversation that I have the displeasure of sharing in a while. Conversation doesn't involve me.
I passed. To my disappointment, I only received a 3rd (third) class honours in my classification. Truthfully, I expected worse; worst, even. But now that I see that I received 3rd class (which is crap in case you were ever, in your time, wondering what the hell that meant), I (optional: can't help but) feel cheated out of my fully paid RMXX,XXX.XX.
So, I'm smoking in bed (a metaphor for smoking in my chair), thinking that maybe, just maybe, I might have tried too hard at trying too little at this Malaysian tertiary. However, it does read a little like a spoiled child's entry. I take my words back.
At least I have a degree to look at now. How come so many people keep asking about the convocation as though it matters that much? I'm not going if there is one. It's bad enough that they make you pay for it, but they also incur extra charges on your "once in a lifetime" award for purple-hearted bravery in battling books. What is the symbolism behind the heart being purple?
Can anyone comment on that? Villianese, perhaps (I do not own a camera of digital make or otherwise, which is in this country at least) you could find that out for me. I don't have pictures of a purple hearted anything either, so, perhaps you can fill me in on your research. Much appreciated. When I do get a digital camera, the first thing I'll do is post something on that.
I'm speaking with a fellow classmate of mine and we (I mean He) is comparing results with me, and I have already succumbed to doing the same thing. His results are a class higher than mine; 2nd (second) lower, if you were wondering, again. He cheated; Obviously. Just the same with everyone else who received a higher classification than I did.
Started designs on a more suitable web layout. However, it's to be hosted on a different domain. We'll see how far this project goes. Flash-based design with scripting that I hope to learn soon. I'll post a very uninterestingly funny email conversation that I have the displeasure of sharing in a while. Conversation doesn't involve me.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Publicising My Taste in Music Again (in hopes of attention, probably).
Another boring night. I don't know what I'm looking for and I'm bound to contradict myself sooner or later in this web log, which is why I don't post many posts and keep them all as drafts. A lack of confidence in what I say. Don't confuse that with self esteem. I think the world of myself. I am my world. Not just as island.
I'm talking to EV from my class. Occasionally, I send people songs, amd today is her lucky day because I've sent her a couple. She listens to predominantly Chinese tunes, which is just my assumption. She appears to not be so introduced to the English music scene. In some ways, that is a good thing. So far, she's told me that she liked Bic Runga's "Listening for the Weather" 3 times. I think she just directed me to a lyrics site.
I'm talking to EV from my class. Occasionally, I send people songs, amd today is her lucky day because I've sent her a couple. She listens to predominantly Chinese tunes, which is just my assumption. She appears to not be so introduced to the English music scene. In some ways, that is a good thing. So far, she's told me that she liked Bic Runga's "Listening for the Weather" 3 times. I think she just directed me to a lyrics site.
Monday, April 18, 2005
[Dream] 16-03-2005 M&M's Slurpee (erratically unedited)
There was food sold on the side of the streets and we (A bunch of friends that I don't know and I) were hanging in front of. I remember the deep fried prawns and how someone tried to take one and was told off by the lady running the stand.
Was in this seven eleven sort of store and there were these m&m's slurpee drinks and a bunch of those toys such as guns and the like. I remember playing and chasing a bunch of people. I saw a lot of people I DO NOT know as well and also their faces. One looked like xxxx xxxx.
We took one of the rifle toys and started playing with them and 3 of us (me an two other unknowns) started chasing each other. Actually it was just hte other two where one was trying to shoot the other and did. I remember hearing an "ow". However, I was shot in the face and it didn't enve register a feeling. Which should have been a sign that it was a dream.
Had to eat some tapioca rice and luckily there was chocolate cake. I don't remember much but I don't think I was able to eat the cake. The idea of the tapioca rice thing or whatever the hell it was, was playing in my mind. I could even remember a damned article about how this one man ate it and it is the bare necessities of living and all that crap. This guy named Michael 'Something' and how he ate it for days to avoid hunger and all to see how far he can take it. 11 days or something. Can't remember.
Frames of little flags and pictures on a street side bar thing. So strange. I can't quite recall the things that were in the frames. Most I remember right now was that there was a flag. A very little one and a bunch of other stickers or cut outs of pictures. It was very strange. I didn't quite notice it when I was there at the time because I was apathetic but then I slowly started to look at it. It was mesmerising. Until another part of the dream took over the attention. I really can't recall the stickery things. Just that I was tehre with this girl and I had my arms around her shoulders and her man friend, this big white dude, said something this and something that.
In the dream, I didn't dislike chocolate one bit. Looking over the m&m slurpee and all. I was also wearing my east india plaid design. Or whatever its called. The shirt was under another tshirt or something. Perhaps jacket.
Woke up halfway realising I left my dishes and stuff in front of the television. Poor old grandma had to clean up after me and all. Might have left the air conditioning on as well.
Was in this seven eleven sort of store and there were these m&m's slurpee drinks and a bunch of those toys such as guns and the like. I remember playing and chasing a bunch of people. I saw a lot of people I DO NOT know as well and also their faces. One looked like xxxx xxxx.
We took one of the rifle toys and started playing with them and 3 of us (me an two other unknowns) started chasing each other. Actually it was just hte other two where one was trying to shoot the other and did. I remember hearing an "ow". However, I was shot in the face and it didn't enve register a feeling. Which should have been a sign that it was a dream.
Had to eat some tapioca rice and luckily there was chocolate cake. I don't remember much but I don't think I was able to eat the cake. The idea of the tapioca rice thing or whatever the hell it was, was playing in my mind. I could even remember a damned article about how this one man ate it and it is the bare necessities of living and all that crap. This guy named Michael 'Something' and how he ate it for days to avoid hunger and all to see how far he can take it. 11 days or something. Can't remember.
Frames of little flags and pictures on a street side bar thing. So strange. I can't quite recall the things that were in the frames. Most I remember right now was that there was a flag. A very little one and a bunch of other stickers or cut outs of pictures. It was very strange. I didn't quite notice it when I was there at the time because I was apathetic but then I slowly started to look at it. It was mesmerising. Until another part of the dream took over the attention. I really can't recall the stickery things. Just that I was tehre with this girl and I had my arms around her shoulders and her man friend, this big white dude, said something this and something that.
In the dream, I didn't dislike chocolate one bit. Looking over the m&m slurpee and all. I was also wearing my east india plaid design. Or whatever its called. The shirt was under another tshirt or something. Perhaps jacket.
Woke up halfway realising I left my dishes and stuff in front of the television. Poor old grandma had to clean up after me and all. Might have left the air conditioning on as well.