woe-is-me

This blog is not dead chants chants chants

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Sat, 06 Dec 2008 14:17:00 +0000

MAN!

I'm so sorry I haven't been blogging for... let's see, OVER A MONTH?! But then it was really kinda busy, with the finals and all.

Let me rest for a couple more days, and I'll resume blogging as usual. x) Meantime, if you want a little update, but you're so obsolete you don't have a Facebook account, click here! AND, if you discover yourself being tagged without account, tell me, so I can add you in Facebook! Teehee.

Finally, I miss my Jinglebell. Nnnmuahhhahaharhar. You lied! One month IS a long time. But shrugs, I'll call as often as possible. xD

Off watching the many shows I've been missing out!

Updates!

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Sun, 19 Oct 2008 08:47:00 +0000

Connection in our hostel is Fantabulous these days (and I hope it stays that way), so firstly, sorry for the lack of posting, and to repay all you faithful followers, I shall blog a whole long stretch of what should have been here long ago! *claps claps*

For those who don't already know, I flunked my Engineering Math test two days ago, and I only made it to the semifinals yesterday. Me and my partner were kicked out during the qualifying round for Grand Finals. And how often does Talent Search happen? Once in every two years. Major disappointment I tell you. I totally pulled my partner down the drain. But you still love me right, Eet Ying? Okay maybe not. I know who you currently *ahem* love. BWAHAHAHAHAHA.

Another update, my drama presentation was legendary. Oh. my. God. I have no idea where the courage came from, but I just acted my ass out and holy it's scary to even think about it right now. I have pictures, but they are with my friends, so yeah. Wait for the Bitch Queen. xD

And to rewind a little bit more, WE BROUGHT SO MANY STUFF BACK TO CAMPUS. Okay, actually it should be ANDY BROUGHT SO MANY STUFF BACK TO CAMPUS OMG. But it was for a good cause. For example, I have no idea how convenient a rice cooker can be when cafeteria food is just too unbearable to bear with.

However, there is a price to pay.

We looked happy, but we were actually on the verge of dying due to suffocation and major internal bleeding.

Scroll down for more should-have-been posts!

we need our sleep

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 09:12:00 +0000

University life is all about crappy food, crappy friends, and crappy sleeping time.

Naaaaah... you guys aren't crappy. I'm just joking! You guys are wonderful! *gags while scratching off 'crappy friends' and bolding 'crappy sleeping time'*

Yes. We need our sleep sooooo badly. I remember being scolded in front of almost 100 people for dozing off in Physics class. But can you blame us university students, huh lecturers who get ample sleep and ample pay? Huh huh huh?

We barely get enough sleep, always racing against time to finish stupid assignments, multitasking between chatting and revising, and having to make time for serenading pretty girls at the pavilion. You think this is easy?!

Therefore, it is not surprising to find university students to sleep anytime, anywhere.

We sleep during lectures.

And in Common Room, with the tongue sticking out.

In the library.

In the car.

In the car, with eyes and mouth both half open.

It's so hard to be a university student. Sleep also you have paparazzi to worry about. xD

To my good neighbours

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 10:33:00 +0000

It is now my turn to make your lives a living hell.

And if this is not enough....

I have this! Don't look down on this skinny piece of wood. It can make you deaf in an eye-blink.

MUADERHARHARHAR!

*rubs hands in glee* Revenge is sweet, payback is a bitch.

Hotness

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Wed, 08 Oct 2008 11:03:00 +0000

Tronoh is effing hot. You don't believe me? Take a look at this.

Exhibit A. Man after a bicycle ride from hostel to class.

Mom, Dad, can you blame me for asking for a car?

Home

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 15:04:00 +0000

Going back to school tomorrow. Emo-ness I tell you.

When I was a little kid, I used to walk to school - it was just at the back of my house.

Then my dad had to send me to high school in a car.

Now, I have to take freakkin airplanes.

It's getting further and further away. I'm gonna miss home so much.

*cue awwwwwwwww*

*you better awwwwwwwww*

See you guys in school. xD And old old freakkin old friends, it's been nice catching up. Hehe.

REWIND: Lab

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Sun, 28 Sep 2008 17:10:00 +0000

Campus line is sucky, so the things that I wanna post cannot be posted. Since I'm back in Kuching for ten days, I shall have REWIND posts, which show what should have been on my blog for the past few weeks. xD Brilliant isn't it? I know! This is gonna be LEGENDARY.

Speaking of Kuching, HOME SWEET HOME. I didn't realise I'd miss ceramic tiles so much. Haha. Tiles and home-cooked food. Melts.

Anyways, pictures taken in the lab!

This, my friends, are my friends. Clockwise: Me, my friend, my friend, my other friend, my roomate, and that one yeah my friend, too. Okay that was lame. HAHA omg I really do have issues. It's me, Seng Yee, Meng Kiat, Ivan and David. Five funnest people you will ever get in a Chemistry lab. Oh yes.

Random people:

CHIN YONG BAO K12XXX my lab partner.

NG PEI YING K1XXXX I'm not sure who she is HAHA. Naaah, she's a very nice girl who always hit guys until they get bruises all over their bodies. Those who've made it out alive usually go home with a limp/torn shirts/patches of hair gone.

Fake fake fake. God they are fake.

IVAN LIAW SHEAN YIK K1258X my roommate.

Seng Yee's expression - priceless. He does look a bit like 李国煌 right or not? He won't let us call him that. Hehe.

Yes. They let us mess around with unknown liquid.

And now we know why not everybody can be Dong Bang Shin Ki.

Then things started to get a little weird.

Like this.

Look at David omg. He's so cute!

Yes. I know.

And then we went out to the staircase.

Shock.

Despair.

Hope.

Happy. We do that when we're happy.

Monkeys.

And then we have everybody. X)

And for those of you who have not seen Karen before,

Tadah.

Look at me. I'm like, stiff.

I mean STANDING STIFF.

Geez. I mean my BODY POSTURE IS STIFF. Wtf.

Anyways, if you feel like getting a better look, you've gotta work on it on your own. It's not really good for me to post many pictures of her on my blog bah. Okay that's just an excuse for not having enough pictures of her to begin with. :(

So yeah. Wait for more rewinds!

Stranded

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 10:40:00 +0000

Dear reader,

I am currently in the LCCT wasting my existence.

I did not sleep last night. Because of Karen. She is pretty. Very. xD

I lied down on my bed at 4.15 am, and the freaking alarm rang at 4.45. Got up, changed, and the cab arrived at 5.45. Reached the bus station at about 7, and the bus left at 8. Reached LCCT at 11 am, and had been waiting since.

AND IS STILL WAITING.

Initially I thought I would have to endure 8 hours until my flight finally took off at 7.40 pm. Right now, it's gonna be TEN. Air Asia and flight delay is almost inseparable. Le sigh.

I miss my bed. T.T

I Kissed A Girl

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Wed, 10 Sep 2008 16:50:00 +0000

There are three songs currently stuck in my head.

1. One Step At a Time. Which is a pretty old song, anyway. But I have NO IDEA why the da da da dum da da, da da da da dum da da opening keeps playing repeatedly in my head. I cannot study Physics.

2. Crush. I know I have been pretty harsh on you, Archie. So I've decided to make it up to you. THIS SONG IS SO CATCHY OMG! Way-eeyay-eeyay-eeyayeeyay. CATCHY RIGHT?!

Shit. Now my head is jumbled up like this: da da da eeyay-eeyay dum yay.

3. I Kissed a Girl. It's not exactly nice, but every time I listen to it it reminds me of what I read in Perez Hilton (GASPETH my guilty pleasure!). It says there, a church in Ohio was trying to dissuade teenage girls from ummm becoming homo, so those birdbrained people toyed with Katy Perry's lyrics!

I kissed a girl, and I liked it, then I went to hell.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

What Happens During Rainy Days

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 15:59:00 +0000

Le sigh. I can't even breathe properly in my room anymore.

On a happier note, today's my mom's birthday! I woke up at 12.30pm, and the first thing I did (after reading Elaine's secret text) was to text my mom happy birthday. I miss mommy so so much! As calculated in Isabel's blog, 21 days to Kuching!

Mom even parcelled me Po to cheer me up. :)

As promised...

Pictures! Oooh oooh it's so goddamn painstaking to upload these filthy things. But since it's for you all, I shall not complain how tedious and tiring and effing irritating PLUS annoying a process it was. *angelic smile*

This is a picture of me and my roommate. I was smiling gloriously because I thought my roomie was gonna be a nice and helpful and wonderful person, and *squeals* we were going to have so much fun together! Wrong. Ivan's evil. VERY.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is the place I stay. Not for the entire 5 years omg no, but most likely only for the first semester. The place where 3rd and final year people stay is like posh and heavenly. Ours - kampong.

But there's a couple of pretty lakes and nice pine(?) trees though. It's really quite calming. And pretty. And er... makes you feel calm. It's comfy right, roommate? Right? *pokes*

The at first very creepy looking corridor at my dorm.

My bed!

And closet!

Moving on.

This is the million-dollar Chancellor Complex during registration day.

Shitload of people in the Chancellor Hall.

The stage.

Pictures really don't do the hall justice lor. It's so pretty and great in real life. Heard from seniors it's designed by some French architect? Artsy.

And opposite to the Chancellor Hall is the Information Resource Centre/library. Just to clarify, the CHANCELLOR COMPLEX is a bigass circular building consists of the Hall and the library. So both the hall and the library are semicircles, and they share the same roof! AMAZING isn't it?

Yes. Those are racks and racks and racks of books. Scary.

And lastly, I shall end this chapter of UTP introduction with the breathtaking An-Nur mosque.

Ladeedaa. The last time I went... down... or up... (have to get my directions clear) to Ipoh, it was with a few of my course mates and some Meche people. Ivan and I shopped a hell lot omg it was terrifying!

That's me, Isabel and the little puny cutie pie Michelle who is a Sibu gangster.

And that's a retar... re.. reta... *coughs* Michelle holding our receipt.

Finally, the things we bought.

Haha. Scary right. But of course it was for the Ramadan. Cafes are not open you know. So we have to eat our own breakfast and stuff.

Anyways, I found a perfect picture to end my entry with!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

NING JIAN IS SO GONNA KILL ME!

But then it's not like he reads my blog anyway. *shrugs*

HAHAHAHAHAHA OMG *faints*.

I'm Okay

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Sun, 31 Aug 2008 03:31:00 +0000

Guys!

Sorry to have gotten you worried ever since I get to this place. It's really not so bad. Just that last week I have this terrible PMS, and hence the tearful entry.

Uh huh.

So anyways, I have pictures! To post! For you all to see!

But they have to wait, because next week I have:

1. Reading test on Tuesday
2. Chemistry test on Wednesday
3. English presentation on Thursday
4. Engineering Math test on Friday (THE HORROR!)
5. 2 assignments not done
6. 1 deadline to meet
7. Breaking Dawn, Bourne Identity and A Bend in the Road, all halfway through

Hence...... be patient for a tiny winy bit more? Or you guys have already lost interest on how my school looks like? And how my room and roommate look like? AND how the girl I likey like looks like? Ahhh... I see I've gotten back your attention.

Oh well. Gotta study. 27 days to go, and I'll be back in Kuching!

Doodles, doodles.

Okay. Posting up ONE picture won't kill. There you go.

Wala, the Chancellor Complex at night.

I'm not suicidal I'm just a little unwell

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Mon, 25 Aug 2008 12:37:00 +0000

I felt moisture on my pillow. I opened my eyes - they were somewhat sticky... and perhaps a little swollen? I didn't realise I was crying.

I sat up straight, wiping the dried lines of tears off my face with my blanket. In the deafening silence, my enemy seemed to be so fierce and intense. I felt so helpless in this faraway place. I wanted so much to escape, to go home, to see the familiar faces that I had once taken for granted. A new wave of nostalgia washed over me, and I sobbed, for the nth time.

My enemy was eating up my soul, its sharp teeth gnawing at my body, my limbs, my... my... *coughs* bit by bit, bloody as hell. My enemy was killing me. Loneliness was killing me.

It was raining. I could hear the raindrops beating on the roof, on the pavement, on the grass. I might be grieving, but I was not deaf. Still, I digressed. The rain. It was as if the heaven knew I was grieving, and wanted to wash away all my sorrow, cleanse all my pain. It was either that or to punish those noisy Special People next door by drenching their clothes.

Either way, the raindrops messed up my heartbeat, convoluted my thoughts, and I was attacked by a sudden panic. I was really alone. It was the reality. I tried banging my head on the wall, slapping my face, pulling my hair. It was not a dream.

I couldn’t help it. Fresh, warm tears gushed from my exhausted tear glands, unstoppable. Why so serious? I asked myself. But the self-pity was overbearing. I thought about my bed, my room, free food, automatically refilled wallet, hot shower, superfast internet access yada yada. It was too much to take in at once. My blanket was wet. Very wet.

I missed companionship. I missed my family. I missed heart-to-heart moments with my best friend in the WWW. I was terribly, and horrijibly, homesick. So I lied down to ease the pain, and tried hard to fall asleep. Tomorrow would be better.

I felt the moisture on my pillow. I closed my eyes, letting my mind relax, and forgetting all the pain. I realised I was, still, crying.

Okay okay that was the exaggeration of the year. But it’s true that I’m terribly homesick. And I cried, a little. And some more. Okay, A LOT. Happy now? I WANNA GO HOME!

The In-Between Time

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 02:47:00 +0000

*cue some Indian sensual music, with twanging sitar and sonorous gong*

Ohm.

At exactly 10:47 am (which is right now), I'm sitting in the very advanced library, crossing my legs, rubbing my feet against the jeans, and watching the world go round.

Ohm.

I love the in-between time. The free period between lectures. Especially after a class of Physics when you don't understand half the things said by your Sudanese lecturer. AB-a-Cos-a-THHEETHA. Wtf. He's-a-pretty much-a-100% unintelligible.

And due to an alarming demand from all you readers, I've chosen to spend this precious session of in-between time by blogging.

Updates (in case you don't already know):

1. My laptop is here. With faulty speakers and scratchy surface. Called DELL. The May girl is very efficient. (not being sarcastic) Girls with the name May are always very efficient. (sarcasm intended)

2. I have 23 hours of lectures/labs/tutorials squeezed in four days. So most of the time I look like a zombie. And the stuff I learn? Physics, Chemistry, Engineering Mathematics, English, Moral Studies, and THINKING SKILLS.

It's really surprising to find a subject ***-er than Moral Studies. Really. I was so amazed during the first lecture. Or maybe it's because of the lecturer.

Am I beginning to sound like I have a problem with a lot of people already? I swear I'm a very easy-going person. Really!

3. I bought a bike. As in, a bicycle. Haha. It's been a long time since I last cycled. Brings back a lot of memories. I like.

4. I'm still alive, and getting used to most of the things here already (except cough the food cough). I think nobody will ever get used to the food here. It's revolting.

Hmm... okay I don't think I do the food here much justice.

It's actually... VERY REVOLTING!

5. During my free time - which I get a lot during the weekends - I study Physics and Chemistry and Precalc, and I've even studied the part not yet gone through by the lecturers. I've completed all my tutorials and assignments, and I think spending time doing all these productive things means spending my time very wisely!

Puke.

THIS PLACE IS DEAD. SO DEAD that I have exactly NOTHING to do during my free time. Therefore, I have no other alternative but resorting to homework and studies. But I did do some reading. I read P.S. I LOVE YOU which I bought from mudah.com for 15 bucks. I felt very disoriented after that. And I'm reading The Bourne Identity right now. Exhilarating! My adrenaline's pumping like crazy at 2 in the morning. - ends abruptly -

6. I'll be going to Penang next week and meet my family. And I'll get the camera from my sister (I presume she'd let me have it). So, pictures will be coming soon! Be patient, my (very little amount of) readers! You'll get your eyes fed in no time.

So yeah. That's probably it. This entry shall end abruptly again about... here. Time to go, class is about to start.

Ohm. In-between time well spent.

My Life Is A Living Hell

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 06:10:00 +0000

5 reasons why my life is a living hell.

1. MOST IMPORTANTLY. I'm living without my mommy and my daddy and my sis. Sniff. This is so horrijible! I think of them every nanosecond of my miserable life, and I miss them so so much. This sucks. Seventeen-year-olds should NOT be sent away from their family. They need nurturing. They need support. ~~They are so fragile and suggestible and innocent~~ CORRECTION: I am so fragile and suggestible and innocent it's a miracle I survive a full 10 days in this middle-of-nowhere place. I need mommy's bedtime stories. I need daddy's comforting pat on my back. I need my sister's loud and boisterous noisy laughter.

Wait. I don't think I need the last one.

2. I'M STARVING PRACTICALLY 24-7. In my school, food is a very sad story. I don't know if chillies are cheap in Ipoh or what, BUT THEY LITERALLY PUT CHILLIES IN EVERY SINGLE EDIBLE THING! Speculation is that they are trying to make everything LESS edible. *shrugs* So yeah, my stomach has to endure all the pain. Summore we have to PAY AND QUEUE for our meals, not like it's the most logical thing in the world. Back in Kuching, Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner are BEGGING me to eat them. Sheesh. This is so saddening.

Plus, I have no place to cook my own stuff. I tried cooking maggi mee using hot water with an aluminium can. When I returned from doing my laundry, the noodles tasted like sponge. Gah.

3. And YES, I HAVE TO DO MY OWN LAUNDRY. The first few days I was here, I had to wash my own clothes in the bathroom. As in, the FILTHY bathroom. I see a) hair, b) bodies of an impressive diversity of insects and c) MANY A LOT OF HAIR! Even HAIR has its own multiformity. We have straight ones, curly ones, straight but not so straight ones, curly but not so curly ones, straight but a little curly ones etc etc. Imagine the terror I had to undergo every day when putting my clothes on the BATHROOM FLOOR for washing. I WAS LITERALLY TRAUMATISED! After that, I would have to use my very pretty and delicate hands-fingers to squeeze the clothes dry. Dry as in really really un-wet can almost be worn kind of dry. Outcome: peeled skin around fingers and hands - ugly and disgusting.

Luckily, after a few of our blockmates used the sole washing machine downstairs - that was to ensure all the previous collected dirt and mould during semester break were stuck to their clothes - I was finally able to rely on the machine instead of hand washing all my stuff. BUT STILL, I have to hang my clothes in my room (putting them under the sun is inadvisable as it rains A LOT here) for them to dry.

I call the decorative theme of my dorm the New Age Underwear-and-Shirts-All-Over-The-Place motive.

4. During my 10-day stay here so far, I'VE WALKED MORE THAN THE TOTAL OF WHAT I DID FOR EIGHT WHOLE MONTHS DURING THE HOLIDAY. They say, 'The freshies' hostels and the academic buildings are in walking distance.' True, because one will definitely reach the academic buildings by walking, AND BE OUT OF BREATH AND SOAKED WITH SWEAT LIKE A PIG!

The hostels where I live I tell you, are ~~one of~~ the FARTHEST and OLDEST buildings in the entire campus! Walking to ANY OTHER PLACE in the campus will take more than 15 minutes. And I swear 15 minutes is extremely near. Crazy shit man. I have to master a plan so I can persuade my mom to send little Kancil over. 5 years of walking, and I'll get thinner and thinner until I'm entirely gone from the face of earth.

5. LAST BUT NOT LEAST - NO WLAN IN MY HOSTEL! I will have to suck whatever remnants of bandwidth which is mercilessly hogged by other people living near the source all the way to my hostel. When it's raining, don't even think of going online (although I'm still not entirely sure if the weather is correlated to the wireless connection).

So yeah, with no PC (which GOOD NEWS! is coming tomorrow btw) and limited Internet access, I'm stuck in this perfect epitome of obsoletism, forever unknowing about the outside world.

And I'm so pathetic I have to blog using the IRC's PC.

HELP!

Leaving!

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 14:35:00 +0000

YES. I'm leaving in exactly 8 hours from now.

At first it was excitement. Then I felt grateful. After that I was nonchalant about the situation. Now I'm nervous and empty.

Okay. Actually I'm full. Haha. My dad brought us out for dinner at The Junk today. Sort of like a celebratory dinner, I guess. Dad: OMG YES finally getting rid of that son of mine. Hallelujah! WE MUST CELEBRATE!

Mum and dad.

Me, excited about the dinner. Hehe.

Elaine and Clement.

Nah. I think my family will miss me very much. Aiseh. True what. I'm so funny, and jovial, although sometimes my emo-ness can be quite unpredictable. And on the other hand, I'll miss them too. When I need food and money, that is. :P

And I'll miss chatting until 2 or 3 a.m. with my BRF in the WWW, and getting lectures/insults from my 'frienternal' grandma every now and again. I'll miss all my friends and my school! Hate the ********* btw. But my clique rocks. Kinda. Haha.

I'll miss my dogs (but I definitely won't miss feeding them). I'll miss my bed, my pillow, my blanket and my baby bolster. SO I've decided to bring my pillow, my blanket AND my baby bolster with me! If only my bed can be folded.

I'll miss Kuching food. LAKSA! Not so much of Kolo Mee though. I never really like it. TEH C SPECIAL! And my mom's cooking! Sighening. I'm worried that I'll get very slim and good looking. Cham. I'm so anxious for the girls out there right now.

And finally, I'll miss Kuching itself. My very safe and pretty hometown. *hesitates* Okay, maybe not so safe. Since one student got chopped by some crazy robbers just not far away from my school. People are getting crazier by the second! Police should totally patrol around secluded neighbourhoods, instead of just waiting at the traffic light. You know what I mean. But I digress. Haha. Yeah I'll miss Kuching. At least it makes me FEEL safe and protected. Big hug.

Goodbye Kuching. Sniff sniff. I'll never forget you.

*turns around* HELLO SCHOOL! :)

I. Am. Screwed.

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 15:38:00 +0000

I'm screwed I'm screwed I'm screwed. And angry. In fact, I'm so angry my brain is having an implosion. YES. OMG.

Because. I ordered a Vostro 1510 last week. I initially wanted it to be ordered only when I'm at school. But then the very nice and generous and helpful and omnipotent and omniscient cousin of mine said he could help quote unquote fix my PC before I leave Kuching. And hence the last-minute thing.

And today, an unsuspecting day I must say - because the world is painted with beautiful colors and you can see ponies running around, eating rainbows and pooping butterflies - an email is sent to a very happy and unsuspecting Eddie. From the Dell company itself.

It says:

Dear Eddie Chang, this email is to inform you that your order is still in the process of assembly, and we aim to deliver on or before 13-Aug-2008.

And I'm leaving when? THIS FRIDAY!

*ROARS*

WHAT THE EFF!? Don't dear me! You still have the nuts to DEAR me! GEEZ. You told me it would be sent within 8-12 days! And now you're telling me you AIM to deliver it on/before the 13th of AUGUST?! AUGUST?! IS YOUR COMPANY FOR REAL!

Sheesh. So looks like I'll be computer-less for the next one month. Life will be a living hell I tell you.

Heck. Life IS a living hell, if you really think about it.

I'm so screwed.

ADV: Wanted

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 15:02:00 +0000

Chyeaah. Like Hollywood would pay me for ads or something.

Geez, I haven't been posting for so long, it took me 8 minutes and 23 seconds to figure out my UserID. Holiday makes you (or rather, ME) 1. fat 2. stupid and 3. ... did I mention fat? Le sigh.

So yeah, I'm gonna do a very serious advertorial for Wanted the movie. Gratis. So that there's at least something on my blog.

*yields in defeat before the ridiculously beautiful creature* Aphrodite should kill herself. Like, seriously.

Okay, the action was good. A lot of guns, explosions, and fat men getting shot in the head. And there's so many kick-ass killing machines all over the place. Those fraternity of assassins were SO cool, they could twist their bullets to hit a person hiding behind an effing pig.

THE FRATERNITY
Tagline: When we kill, we wear as little clothes as possible.

The cast was good. Angelina Jolie was good. In fact, Angelina Jolie was the only reason I wanted to watch that movie. ... *shifty eyes* (Geez, okay I wanted to see James McAvoy. Happy now?) Back to Angie, she's such a hotty mommy yummy. Her face was so perfect it was a no-no to put her in the convenience store scene. I mean, isn't there posh supermarkets like Ta Kiong that she can go to?

*coughs* Ta Kiong is posh for Kuching standard can?

Anyhoo, the screenplay went totally down the drain. I can hear Mark Millar scream when he's watching the movie. Everything is so... 100-meter-sprint-esque. Too little moments, preposterously fast-paced, and way too much unnecessary detail. Like the one time when James McAvoy was sniffing some guy's tuxedo. No shit!

And for those who have watched this movie, did you not find it weird that Wesley found nothing when he googled himself?

Geez. Even I found myself on Google.com. In Samantha Sii's blog. Haha.

Mission Failed

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 18:01:00 +0000

The things we do when boredom is TMTH. HAHA. (this was written at 2.01 am, when everything was still happy cheery-o)

Updated later:

So I had my fair share of holidays (i.e. almost 8 freaking months now), and holidays = boredom, and boredom results in creativity. Creativity to un-bore the Kingdom of Rottingham. And so, being the bestest pals ~~online~~, me and Rachel (or Russell Peters would say, RACHEL AND I) agreed on doing a chat marathon.

For 10 hours straight.

Okay 10 hours is actually peanuts. But to think that the time in the States is actually 13 hours earlier than Malaysia time, and my slot was from 8 pm to 6 am (OH YES), it was pretty cool of me to have agreed. *beams*

The rules were simple. Nobody should be afk for more than 10 minutes. Only YouTube and blogs are allowed. And NOBODY DOZES OFF.

And yes. SOMEBODY did doze off. TWO HOURS BEFORE END TIME. And it was noon time in the States some more! Wtf.

The thing is, I think I ought to be more concerned than exasperated. Because who would doze off in the middle of a conversation?! And this was what she said when she dozed off the first time:

Rachel (after being silent for 20 minutes): omg i'm so sorry i like dozed off
Me: HAHA
Me: omg r u sick? or sth...
Me: and helloouu? im the one enduring the nocturnal part of the marathon can
Rachel: maybe my head's like kinda warm and i'm feeling like cold
Rachel: shrugs
Rachel: ANYWAY *prattles on*

The next time she dozed off at 4 am, and never came back.

So yeah. We did not make it into Malaysia's At-Least-A-Bit-Smarter-Than-Usual Book of Records. But 8 hours was still pretty amazing. TELL ME WHO CAN CHAT FOR 8 HOURS NON-STOP.

Though of course, the next day was hell. Burning.

P/s: See Rach. It's short, and simple, and not angry. So you thank your fake God.

Damai was Vwardeharhar

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 13:15:00 +0000

And so, the (highly anticipated) trip to Damai is over. Haha. I suppose Sherene will fill us up with loads of killer details, so I'm just gonna make it short.

You have no idea how dramatic it was! We had to deal with our parents, evil siblings who constantly trash and tell on us, rhinoceros (omg YES endangered wildlife are involved during the production), F-O-O-D, travel agents, phone calls, strawberry milk, gas... *chokes* But yeah, we made it all the same.

We damn cheapo and calculated the moolah we're spending on food at the freaking supermarket.

My covered-with-crapp-looking-sand foot.

Some stuff we drew:

The originals.

The new and improved.

My mom will be so happy to see this.

HAHA!

Yes. It was haha very entertaining. Feeding/killing mozzies for hours at the children playground. Screaming 'yellow is an evil colour' at each other at midnight. Sherene bitching about her freaking Mantoux test again and again.

And nooooo, I got no sleep at all, thanks to Edwin who kept pulling the blankie away. HORRORS he even taped a line and played it at my ear over and over again. I assume it to be a recording, because there is absolutely nobody in this world who can repeat 'Eddie, why you keep hogging the blanket?' FOR A GAZILLION TIMES! And he even accused me of snoring. Dr. Eddiope Snorres. I mean, how could I possibly be snoring when I had no sleep at all?! Right? I didn't snore right? *pokes* Sherene?

Anyhoo, Damai was just a tiny speck of our grand plan. *NNMUAHAHAHAHA* Sigh. So little time, so many things to do. But it's still okay. At least we have two more years before the dramatic beyotch leaves for the States. Haha. I love you guys. *hyugs*

P/s: WOOOT YVONNE! Haha, thanks for the lunch at the club today. I totally forgot to be grateful (???). LOL.

English

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 13:47:00 +0000

You know, by bringing up their children in a very chinesey Chinese traditional (sorta) way, my parents were actually worried that my English was going to be deplorable. So they sent me to tonnes of tuition, tried to speak English at home, just to make sure I would not end up embarrassing myself with broken English in the future.

And hell yeah I'm extremely thankful for that, because man I don't wanna be this girl:

LOL kudos to Sherene and her very rewarding inquisitiveness.

Judge: And what language was that again?
Girl *very confident and full with herself*: English.

Why We Should Never Trust Ads

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Tue, 27 May 2008 11:06:00 +0000

This is my mom:

And she's certainly not an Orang Ulu. Ads always lie! Deng deng. Heck, if I have Orang Ulu inheritance, I'll get JPA in my sleep! *coughcoughracistcough* And you know why Daniel got it to India? Psst, he's Dayak. Oh yes he is.

P/s: This is purely for entertainment purposes. I'm happy with Petronas. VERY happy, actually. And I'm sure that JPA people choose only the bestest among the best, with of course a high degree of transparency. Absolutely no double standard. *gag*

Spendthrift to Thrift

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Thu, 22 May 2008 08:50:00 +0000

Anyway, before anything else...

Cook won Cook won neh neh neh neh neh! Cook won Cook won *dance in circle* it's amazing ZOMG! Thank the heavens Americans are smart enough not to let Archuleta win this. And in case you reaaaally live under a rock, Cook won by freakking 12 million votes! This is so drama material! And I'm using so many exclamation marks! Haha. !!! Oh my Cook you have been wronged! Those foolish people still thought Archie deserved to win. But noooooo, nooooooo you won! You are the winner! Victory is yours!

Too bad for Archie though. He must feel like a total loser right now. I'm so sorry for him.

Actually, not really. HAHA! IN YOUR FACE!

*clears throat*

Getting back to the point, I'm such a spendthrift! The other day, I was supposed to meet Sherene at Boulevard for lunch. And so, after having spent a full 30 minutes trying to park my car, I was going up happily from the basement.

Just a picture I thought of posting. We went to Bing! the other time and watched Prince Caspian after that. Introducing myself, Norman, Sherene, Edwin and Andy.

Suddenly, my left foot was feeling more comfortable than the other side. It's like one side of the sneaker had this smooth, delicate texture, while the other side felt really hard.

So, I gulped, and slowly looked down, my eyes squinting. To my horror, one side of my foot was wearing a brand new Adidas that I bought in Penang, while the other side was GASPETH no other than my faithful Sandak!

And since that umm... trend of fashion was rather outlandish, I rushed to the men's department and bought a new pair of sneakers in less than 5 minutes. It's absolutely mandatory to reveal the price in order to show what a spendthrift I am, but since my dad reads my blog and if he finds out how much I spent he will kill me and you can never see me blogging in my blog EVER AGAIN, it's better to keep it a secret.

But the pair of sneakers were totally justifiable! I mean, I felt comfortable throughout the day, and err... it's not like I'm not gonna wear them ever again, right?

Sigh, I got to learn how to spend wisely! I'm unemployed. No money is coming in! And so, my impromptu resolution is:

Eddie cannot spend more than MYR10 a week. However, if Eddie is able to suppress his foodlust and not use that MYR10 this week, the amount can be brought forward to the following week!

See, I'm putting effort to become a better person!

So anyway, after lunch, we went to Popwave II, which was just across the road. We sang for four hours straight, and I couldn't find myself talking at the end of the day. And here's the best duet in the history of Popwave II, according to the tauke there:

When Ugly Meets Betty...

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Tue, 20 May 2008 02:02:00 +0000

ugly screams!

How can anybody not love the cast!

I just finished watching the second latest episode of Ugly Betty. Why second latest, you might ask. Because I just realized there is an Episode 17.

Anyway, it's really unfair to call Betty ugly. ~~It's an understatement.~~ *coughs* I mean, she has so many good qualities in her. She's smart, she's hardworking and overflowing with new ideas, and kind and helpful and loving... *prattles on* But yeah, at first, nobody could see them good qualities, that's for sure.

*shrugs* I was forever scarred by the image of Betty and her ginormous blue-colored braces. But somewhere between the ending of Season 1 and the beginning of Season 2, I found myself thinking: how come Betty looks SCREAMS kinda pretty?! It's like, sigh, when you like someone, no matter how ugly she is, she'll grow into you eventually and become pretty!

Even if she wears a red Guadalajara! poncho.

Porke? Omg ironic! HAHA

So girls (or boys) out there who think yourselves are fugly, don't give up hope! I mean, who cares if you're super fat, or your face is brimming over with pimples. As long as you have a heart of gold (aiseh), people will like you all the same!

You know, forget about it. I would personally suggest plastic and liposuction.

Omg joke! Anyway, ugly people, just to remind you that you're not the ugliest person on earth:

Oh please. I'm gagging.

Knock Knock

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Fri, 16 May 2008 15:27:00 +0000

Malaysians in general have very bad habits. Uncountable. We cannot do anything much about it really. It's already too blended into our culture.

One very VERY annoying example is that Malaysians never knock. NEVER. Even at home, parents will blatantly open the son's bedroom door, give him a cardiac arrest, and continue yakking about something from the papers/net. It can be so annoying.

There will be awkward moments, when the son's doing something very private - I will not say what - in his room and being bumped into by his parents.

And even when the son is NOT doing 'something very private,' but it just coincidentally appears to be so, it's even more awkward because he'll try to explain, while his parents pretend to be all understanding and stuff.

(trying to give a clean, third person POV here so pardon me)

Therefore, people, I have come to the last resort:

We should all do that. It does wonders I tell you.

Petronas Scholarship

noreply@blogger.com (Eddie) — Tue, 13 May 2008 15:06:00 +0000

Zomg my PC is dead for like A WEEK! I have so many things to blog about, but with my sister's lappy I cannot do much. It's slow/inefficient/time consuming and its backspace is not working! I mean, how am I going to type properly without a backspace?!

Option 1: type > error > left arrow > delete > repeat a few more times > die
Option 2: shut down PC > sleep

Option 2 wins hands down.

So with my PC back and healthy, I'm happy to announce that I'm offered the Petronas Scholarship.

Tadah! My offer letter, arrived via Abx Express.

So, uncle, auntie, pek pek, mmm mmm, ah gong, ah mah, cousins, friends and enemies, for your information, I'll be spending five years at the Institute of Technology Petronas (Universiti Teknologi Petronas) in Tronoh, Perak, doing Chemical Engineering. Please don't forget my existence, because I will be very sad. I love you all, and thank you so much for all your support.

*takes out Thank You list*

First of all, I want to thank God for letting this all happen. Although I still don't entirely believe in His existence, I know everything happens for a reason, and there's some dude up there writing all the plans and putting all the pieces together. I also know that without the setback in SPM, I might never learn humility and accept the greatness of God; heck, I might not even earn a single scholarship. Therefore I prayed, and many prayed for me, and God answered. Praise the Lord! ~~oh emm gee did I just dedicated the whole paragraph to that dude?~~

Heaps of thank yous and hugs to my folks and evil-as-usual sister, who compromised with my hot temper and erraticism, and made do with my regular indifference and emo-ness. Mom and dad have always been supportive, and Elaine, well her ~~sarcasm~~ constructive criticism does help sometimes. Hehe.

Many many years ago, when lace and pantyhose are high fashion...

Hugs Rachelle and May for listening to all my rants and whines and being the outlet to my *GG* deep, dark secrets. Sigh, words cannot do them both justice I tell you. Thanks Mother K and family, Lam and Zhen for being there all the time. And all my wacko fwens who laughed heartily at my results. You guys are so sweet. *smirks*

Dinner! Fired a hole in my wallet and Andy's. Anything for yat ban pang yao. *secretly cried a few nights*

So that's it. I'm leaving in July together with Andy. Mixed feelings right now really. Haha.

Random stuff:

Carmen turned 1 last week. Omg she's soooo cute! It would be such a perfect picture if it wasn't for some crazy confused person thingy who thought she was unquestionably cuter than the baby.

And...

These donuts suck. Didn't get the chance to say this earlier but those filthy ring-shaped cakes are tasteless! Seriously, they are! Don't buy.

Altogether, I'm happy to be selected by Petronas. Almost all my roomies during the camp got it. So here I come baby!

P/s: All the best to Edwin who is still waiting. xD