Annual update!

Haih.. Since it has been a year, no one has set foot on this shared blog, and some even their own personal blogs. I guess everybody is even more busy with their tertiary education now, that most of us are in second or third semesters. Good luck, guys. This is the annual update for this blog, I guess I still am obliged to fulfill my duties as group member. And now I need to go take a shit...See ya next year!

BACK in Business???

Okay... It's been an awfully long time since we last updated this blog and it was supposed to be DEAD!!! I know... Sounds SO sad, right??? Hmm... But anyways, I think I may wanna give it a second shot now that I've finally gotten back from my 2 1/2 months in National Service (Kem Seri Perkasa, Mantin)... Haha... I'm NOT quite so certain about the rest of the crew but I'll try my best to convince them... But I guess it would be much harder for us all to update the blog as we once did... (Okay, that was a lie... And a bad one, I may add...) So yeah, we've never actually always update our blog but HEY! We were SPM students last year and now we're in college... So, our schedules are packed most of the time... However, if we do restart this... I promise you (WOW, this is hard...) that we'll try to update it as much as we can... After all, this is another way for all of us to keep track of one another, right? Haha... Okay... I'm done here for now... I have to go convince the others now... Byee... Cross your fingers and pray that this works...

Oops, I forgot! ANOTHER NOTICE!

Since im starting my A-levels in Tunku Abdul Rahman college in two days' time, I am inviting anyone and anybody for a tour around the campus and the surrounding areas as well. Note that there are approximately 10 or more cybercafes around the area, only walking distance away from my college. Among those are the renowned Orange CyberCafes, Tbun, and many more. If you're are interested, please contact me to fix a reservation soon. Also note that if you do not want to even enter my college, you can always chill the whole day in any cybercafe that you prefer. CC hopping is also allowed. The Jusco shopping mall is also situated 5mins bus ride from my college and so is the train station. From the train station, I can take you to Berjaya Times Square, Midvalley Megamall, Suria KLCC, Lowyat Plaza, Pavillion and many other iconic landmarks around KL city. It only takes 15 mins from my college to go any place ive mentioned above. However, it takes approximately 1hour30mins to reach my college from Sri Petaling or Bukit Jalil train station so bear with me goddamnit! Minimum travel fee will cost about RM10 both ways, thru and fro. The rest is all yours to decide. Offer window will open on the 18th on January this year and will REMAIN OPEN for 2 years. In time, I can make friends with the Cybercafe operators and could most likely let you game the whole day absolutely free. Lastly, there are really kickass chinese roadside food stalls/restaurants situated right next to every CC in TAR, so whenever you feel bored of hungry, you can always have some good, tasty, cheap and filling food anywhere you want. Kalau Muslim, there is always Jusco (Halal Haven) nearby. please consider this offer. I will only be able to guide you around train lines and around my CC haven, besides that, ill most probably be in class or having lunch. So bring friends along if you want to, but please dont get lost. Peace up and AIDS.

NOTICE! Check out MY blog.

Daniel has his first contact with the real world since his hiatus to the dense jungles of Negeri Sembilan, if there are any. I was so lifeless I put the whole thing down in words, please check it out if you have the time and if you dont, you're most probably already experiencing the torture in your respective states as well, so god bless your souls and may you rest in peace. He still does not know that im using his Garena account and fucking up his KDR.

Hey?

Okay, I believe this blog is officially dead. I see what I can do bout it.

My personal declaration of independence.

Goddamn it. And I thought I was probably the last dude to declare the day of independence (08/12/09) online. Perhaps everybody was too absorbed in celebrating our post SPM luau, all you guys just posted a less than 120 word shoutout on your Twitters. Lazy bastards. Well, its not that I blame you or anything, I myself just resumed the lifeless art of blogging at the end of the weekend. Its hard, but ive been challenged by best pal Nic to waste my 'ultimately precious' time, despite the fact that Ihave about 7 months to relax. Lucky for you people out there, youre probably enjoying yourselves out there shopping or galoventing or even travelling overseas.

Well, since I really have nothing else to talk about right now, ill talk about my own great self. Before the last paper of Chemistry could finish, I had already received about 20000 invitations to celebrate after the exam. There were some ranging from the minute the paper finished till the end of next year. Now which chick dares to tell me that all men cant plan for the future? So Thomas began the ridiculous cycle of partially-fake buddy gatherings by suggesting that we imediately go over to Pusat Bandar Puchong and raid alll the cybercafes there. It seemed cool at the moment, but the excitement of the prospect quickly ran out as logically it seemed impossible. Then Nic and Bra (dont ask me why we call him that) arranged for some chill outs (wednesday, at Universal CC in PBP and friday, at Cineleisure Damansara for movies). Its seemed awesome and manageable at the time, and I had great faith in my mom to accept my requests of fun. I told them almost certainly that I would be able to participate in their fun-time out.

My first week of freedom was what you can say, bittersweet. My mom immediately refused to let me chill with my buds in the CC, claiming there will be raids frequently and by some weird reason ill end up in a police lockup, its not me who is running the CCs! I told my mom, plus even though there is a not-above-18-years-old rule implemented there, almost every CC welcomes 'kids' from the age of 13 years old to come and feed their monthly salaries. Then she made some ridiculous excuse about what people do in CCs, drug-exchanging and stuff like that. I was royally pissed at the moment, and my mom comforted me by inviting me for a day out with my little sister for a movie (the awfully depressing end-of-the-world 2012) and that also screwed the other outing I was planning to have at Cineleisure. You see, the main movies which my friends and I were planning to watch were 2012 and Ninja Assasin. With half the fun taken away, it will only be a waste of cash for me then. Plus if I did not accept, me mom will surely eat me (figuratively) so there I was, without any other options left, my friends neglect me (emo mode) and im left to spend my time of relishing freedom with people who do not really feel the severity of my need for celebration. That in turn, makes my outing with my family so much more boring. So here it is, my entire first significant week of freedom was ruined by my mom because she understood me "better".

As planned, all my friends enjoyed themselves in the cybercafe thoroughly and fought over a stupid game DVD (Modern Warfare 2) thoroughly as well, they played that much anticipated game and kept me updated as much as they could-which was not very much at all, considering they were typical dudes, that knew I wouldnt bitch like a...well, bitch if they ignored me in all the fun they were having. I, on the other hand was trying to keep my sanity from slipping as the furthest I could go from my house was IOI mall, and the only students that were hanging around the place were lala whores that look like shit. My mom was boring me to the ground, and I was really not having the fun I was hoping for, but wait! that came even before we could have lunch. everything I said- the place we could eat, suggestions of meal sets, etc, etc were all listened to intently by my mom, then rudely ignored when she made her decision. Thus she acted as if it was a totally acceptable thing and assumed I liked pretending to be a coat hangar. Then came the movie. The awfully realistic and godforsakenly depressing movie about the simple changing of poles of the Earth. The fact that made it famous, mainly the awesomely real CGI effects were the stuff that freaked me out a alot. Besides that, all characters were stoic, with too many "almost-got-killed" scenes and lousy script. I must admit that in my opinion, the movie was scary as it was real. If only the moronic director entitled it :2067, or something along the lines of the time when I am either dead or too old to care about the end of the world or something like that. The only consolation of that pathetic movie was the starring of Woody Harrelson (Charlie, the retarded dude that predicted the apocalypse on his awesome blog and got smoked willingly by a huge ash cloud, cool or what?) that saved every scene that he was in, sadly that meant only the beginning of the destruction of mankind, coz he was the first moron who got himself dusted, literally. So here I was, in the cinema feeling as if my visual suffering was horrible to act on me so soon after one of the happiest moments in my miserable life. Couldnt the humans do something like swim to the bottom of the ocean (tsunamis geographically affect inland thangs, and people out in sea logically never even get a feel of it as it passes, so the tsunami-ed cruise ship into the White House was a load of bullshit) or go into space? It would save alot of money to go to space or just in the air for a short period of time rather than be in a non-tested, unreliable, sohai arc that fucks other sister arcs (as they call it) and periodically crashes into Mount Everest.

Oh fuck, this is fucking great. Not only am I monologging, im rambling and and bitching as well. Well, that was the bad part of the first week. The good part is this; I am currently blogging from my brand-new NetBook pc that my dad randomly decided that it was time for a little rewarding on his part. So I thank him for this gift (im not telling you guys the specs, not like you care). I also just completed my collection of motorbikes, trust me, its just a mid-life crisis considering imma die in 2012, so why not enjoy life while it lasts and youre still living? Haha! So see ya next week, and ill most probably boast about my bikes the next time I blog, ive got nothing else to do and my level of lifelessness is painstaklingly high now. OH, and did I tell you? ive recently come down with an eye infection, most probably caused by overstrain or staying late nights up during SPM or even post exam stress, but I think you and i both know what the real reason is. Dont you?

Notes from my half-day trip to Malacca

Im so bored that I dont really give a shit to post a bit by bit account of what I did or what happened at Jonkers' Street in Malacca. Mostly its like this; trishaws all over the Stadhuys,Christ Church, A Famosa were rigged with stereo sets (dont believe me, ask Panda) blaring the famous hereditary tunes of the Black Eyed Piss namely Boom Boom Pow, I Gotta Feeling (remixed), Akon, Ne-Yo, Jay-Z, Lady Gaga etc,etc. And I guess that really reflects our local culture, and our homegrown music, yeah, really original.


Fuck that, now according to my dad, no visit to Malacca is complete without a trip down Jonkers, and that seemed to be the only place we ever visited throughout the entire half-day trip. For once in his life, he was actually right! Although the arms dealers were only active at night, I managed to find myself some decent looking Katanas and Wakizashis (a type of Japanese Samurai sword) and got stopped by my dear dad upon attempting to purchase my third one. The first was a short, sliver blade wakizashi which i named Shinso, was heavy and the second was a longer katana (about the height of Choo) with a black blade which I named Tensa Zangetsu, and surprisingly, very easy to handle. After all, when a samurai loses his katana in battle, he can always depend on his wakizashi as a secondary defence mechanism. Both of them came with fully jet black bodies and scabbards and were by the way, extremely sexy. I wanted to get the Katana holder, but that piece of wood alone cost RM35, more like an Ipod jack, it really was a shame that I couldnt get it to compliment my other medieval weapons. Then there was this sweaty sohai 50something year old saggy tit man who lied to me (obviously) that he did not sell bb guns. And to top that off, he offered me a black Katana, similar to my Zangetsu for a mad RM80, of course, I got my dear Zangetsu from another shop which offered me a much more sensible sum. Just like him, most other arms dealers denied my claims of them selling the modern weapons. So fuck them, and to hell with the bb guns. Im going old school on their asses.

The katana holder as you can see, is obviously holding the katanas as depicted in the pic above, moron.

Other shops selled more katanas, but the cheaper, less flawless ones which looked more wooden than anything. I saw wooden bows and a quiver full of arrows, sadly that came far over my budget. I sometimes asked my parents why there wasnt any real swords being selled at Jonkers, and immediately being called a dummy, of course there wouldnt be anyone selling real weapons, as that would be illegal! Well, they were almost immediately proven wrong upon us entering an antique shop, with two old women selling very very old swords, one of each, there was a heavy chinese sabre, a few cobwebbed kerises, another variant of chinese sword, double-edged, and my favourite, an old, rusty cutlass. These were all over a century old, the chinese swords around the time that balless pussy Laksmana Cheng Ho came to blow a certain Malaccan sultan's daughter. The cutlass maybe around the time the Portugese invaded Malacca to try their wonderful Cendol with Gula Malacca and was jammed up a random Javanese warrior's ass at that specific time. Whatever happened, I was sure as hell not gonna discover it as the sword, heavy as heck, would not expose its blade to me even though i tugged at it with all my might. I immediately asked one of the two hags for assistance, she pulling with great strength and after a while, giving up and handing it over to me said, boy, you try la. Sure can do it wan. I tried a little, but fear took its hold on me after my eyes caught a sign that lay on the counter saying; I break I cry, you break you FUCKING DIE! Actually it was I break i cry, you break you buy, but it all did not make a difference in the initial message waiting to be conveyed to me in the event of me doing something extremely stoopid. The sword cost exactly RM 3888, and hell yeah, the 8s for chineses meant good luck (for those old hags, for ill be the one paying for their dentures and pads if I ever broke anything) so i did not risk it one bit. Maybe the anal juice from the poor Javanese warrior fused the blade to its sheath, I figured so why must I bring myself to endure the ammonius fart of a century-old spirit? Plus i couldnt simply haul it out, as one of the hags was stting near the entrance with what I thought was a walking stick. In reality, it actually was a thin rapier (a thin, long, sharp sword) within the wooden stick, hiding innocently behind its brown skin. There is a reason why people call it a rapier, coz i sure didint want to be raped in the ass by some saggy bitch's sword.

Besides that, there was a wide array of variations of Bruce Lee's famous twin penises joined by a single chain. It only cost me RM10 to imitate Jeet Kune Do, but it seemed too dangerous at the time. Those penises were known to whack you in some other part of your anatomy while handling it, so amateurs like me had no chance in its wake. You grab one, and another hits you at the back of your head. They were made of steel, so heh, I sure did not want to make a mistake. Now, as i sit staring at my black katana, i wish she gave me more ideas to talk about. Well, there is one other thing.....Nah, too tired to blog anymore. Tell me if you wanna know more. Oh yeah, and one more thing, my uncle Frank, an ex-military captain has one in his living room and so does uncle Fitz, an ex-military-something too. The only difference between me and them is I dont have a fucking license to own one.

Bruce Lee's weapon looked something like this, except the penises werent guinea pigs.

Note: After rereading this passage over and over again, I decided it’s already decent enough to be post on this blog. However, if you disagree with me, it’s your opinion. As humans, we have different opinions. And sorry if there is any grammatical mistake, as we all know, to err is human.

Have any of you ever wondered, why life is always complicated? Well, if you came from a middle class family or lower, of course.

I’m not saying coming from a middle class family is a bad thing, I myself was raised in a middle class family, nothing wrong with that. In fact, I should be thankful because well, with a few exceptions of arguments between me and my parents, they are the best parents I could ever ask for in this world. My siblings who love me the way I am, a decent house to protect me from the sun and rain, friends who always understands- I have to admit, I am lucky. Well, sort of.

Fine, maybe some of us do not live in a multi million ringgit houses, facing a nice golf course or the breathtaking scenery of the city. Maybe some of us do not even own an iPod, maybe because our parents think it just a waste of money on something that only store and play music (Of course, as a teenager, I love iPods.) Maybe some of us didn’t go to a private school, well, do our parents want to pay about RM30, 000each person for EVERY school year? Anyway, that’s not really the point.

Forgive me if you think what I’m saying is wrong or doesn’t even make any sense at all. Maybe because when I heard my parents talked about the university fees, my heart dropped. I’m talking about universities. You know, the one that people always says, “If you get into a university hor, you sure can become rich one lar... Every day you just sit down and counting money lor.” Of course, if anyone ever said that to me, I would probably glare at them with my look of death. Yes, my parents can send me to a university somewhere in UK, or New Zealand (right now I’m concentrating on overseas.) but of course, that means no more TV’s, no more eating at restaurants, maybe no more hurm. Anything at all? And what about if YOU are the students, you need money for the rents, books, fees, food, heck, I’m not surprise if they charge us on the air that we breathe. Can your parents send you money every single month? What about plane tickets, we all want to go home when summer is about to begin (Of course, the existence of Air Asia really help many Malaysian students. Phew.) Roughly, there are about a few hundred thousands of students who will be taking SPM a.k.a. Saya Pergi Mati, err, I mean, Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia, and the number scholarship offered by the government and a few private companies? I can bet it doesn’t even cover HALF of the number of students in whole Malaysia.

Wise men said, “Money can’t buy happiness.” Uh-huh, in the 21st century, we can buy ALMOST everything with money. Go for an overseas holidays for 2 weeks, sure go ahead. You want a bungalow house that planted on top of private property facing the forest AND the city view. Sure, if you have money. You want to go to Oxford, Harvard or Cambridge? With a good results and $$$$$$$, (Okay, maybe with a little luck, too.) It seems like a piece of cake. You want to drive the newest series of red, shiny, BMW. No problem. Okay, maybe I should stop now before I get trap in this rich lifestyle fantasy. In conclusion, we all knew

YOU. NEED. MONEY. IF. YOU. WANT. TO. BE. HAPPY.

And the real question now is, how to be rich? If you think this is a step by step guide on how to earn $1 million in 1 month flat, just press Alt+F4 for your convenience. And I’m not talking about those Ponzi’s schemes either. The most common way which some of us may actually can recite it with an ease, well, duh, like those nosy aunties always say- “GO UNIVERSITY HOR!!!” or if you’re a big fan of The Nanny, you can always do what Miss Fran Fine always trying to do- find a SINGLE, HANDSOME (AND RICH, TOO!) DOCTOR. Hahaha, I’m kid.

Back to the topic, okay, so you need to go to a good university and after you graduated, you’ll find a secure job and hopefully by the age of 30, you probably married with hot, sexy angel on earth and a high-flying career as whatever you want to be and if you want kids, maybe you were blessed with two tiny tots which inherited good genetics from their hot father. But do you really need the degree from university to excel in life? Look at Bill Gates, he’s a Harvard dropout, but he makes millions BILLIONS every year without fail, even the economy recession doesn’t even have the effect on him. Or Li Ka-shing, one of richest Asian in the world and he didn’t go to high school. So what makes this 2 incredible people succeed in their respective life?

The answer is: Passion and determination.

They believed in themselves and strive for perfection. They change obstacles to opportunity, and treat fear as a teacher.

Now, ask yourself. Do you want to do succeed in life but live in the life you loath, or... do something that you love but you might live in so-called normal life which luxury seems to sound like a forbidden word?
People treat a degree/master/PhD like a kiss of life. A golden ticket to a temporary paradise. That’s what keeps running in my mind lately. And I’m torn between Reality and Fantasy.