woe-is-me

This blog is not dead chants chants chants

2008-12-06T22:17:00.003+08:00

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!

2008-10-19T16:47:00.004+08:00

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

2008-10-16T17:12:00.001+08:00

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

2008-10-10T18:33:00.000+08:00

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

2008-10-08T19:03:00.000+08:00

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

2008-10-06T23:04:00.003+08:00

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

2008-09-29T01:10:00.008+08:00

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

2008-09-27T18:40:00.004+08:00

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

2008-09-11T00:50:00.004+08:00

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

2008-09-06T23:59:00.003+08:00

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

2008-08-31T11:31:00.004+08:00

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

2008-08-25T20:37:00.006+08:00

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

2008-08-04T10:47:00.005+08:00

*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

2008-07-21T14:10:00.009+08:00

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!

2008-07-10T22:35:00.003+08:00

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.

2008-07-07T23:38:00.004+08:00

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

2008-07-02T23:02:00.017+08:00

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

2008-06-21T02:01:00.007+08:00

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

2008-06-18T21:15:00.009+08:00

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

2008-06-08T21:47:00.006+08:00

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

2008-05-27T19:06:00.008+08:00

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

2008-05-22T16:50:00.012+08:00

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...

2008-05-20T10:02:00.006+08:00

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

2008-05-16T23:27:00.009+08:00

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

2008-05-13T23:06:00.007+08:00

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

My PC Died!

2008-05-08T10:55:00.007+08:00

Goes to show that I literally die without my computer. *seizure*

So yesterday, when I was happily watching 康熙来了 with my sister in her room, the power went off. I mean, a blackout lah. My dad wanted us to off all the electrical appliances, and he proceeded to switch the power supply back on again.

I went back to my room, and wanted to plug in my PC. The moment I plugged it in, *gaspeth!* the power went off again!

And the process repeated:

1. Dad wanted everybody to off all the electrical appliances.
2. Dad proceeded to switch on the power supply.
3. I went into my room and plugged in my PC.
4. The power went off.
5. Repeat 1 - 4.

This went on for a couple of times, until my dad and I decided there was no hope. Time of death: 5.43 pm.

Knowing that my PC was dead, I ate my dinner half-heartedly, fed the stupid dogs, and went to sleep at 6.30 pm. Because I had nothing to do.

I woke up dramatically at 11.30 pm, replied some text messages, and went back to sleep. Finally, I really really woke up at 9 am this morning. Total sleeping time = 14.5 hours. Omg I'm a pig.

Anyways, I sent my PC to the repair shop, and that stupid geek dude person thingy told me that it would only be fixed by tomorrow. THE HORROR! So, still having nothing to do, I've decided to go back to sleep. Ta.

P/s: Just an update to show that I'm not entirely dead. Yet.

P Island

2008-05-04T22:58:00.004+08:00

Yellow. Omg haven't been bitten by blogbug for ages. And since my return from Penang, I've been trying very hard to pay back the 100 hours of sleep debt. But fret not, for the Eddie shall blog once again to save the world!

Ten things I HAD to say about my trip in Penang:

10. I want to thank Aunt Joyce, Joann, Sze Khiun, Mee Ling, my ~~evil~~ beautiful and intelligent sister Elaine, and Clement! for tending to my *coughs* loquacity/demanding-ness/heavy appetite without many complaints. Your hospitality is greatly appreciated. If it were not for you all I'd be long dead. Or maybe sleeping under a bridge and eating raw mice. Big hug.

With Clement, my sis Elaine, and cuzzie Joann.

9. I've gained 2 pounds. TWO POUNDS! Omg but it was all worthy. The food was marvellous. Beyond description. Nasi Kandar Pelita!! *faints* Can you imagine, the nasi lemak in Subaidah will only start selling at 1 o'clock in the morning?! And still it will be people mountain people sea. Penang people never sleeps. So, during my stay, I tried:

1. Penang Mee Jawa (weird, I mean, it's like saying Indian Sushi)
2. Pelita's Nasi Kandar
3. Aki Pancake (I think I ordered a Butter Turkey Ham Cheese)
4. Penang seafood (whatever. I ate like everything but the seafood)
5. Oyster omelet! Oysters as big as... something big and round.
6. Pastasia. I know it's not Penang specialty but *shrugs*. The baked rice with cheese thingy rawks.
7. Cititel's Kirishima Jap Restaurant. *drools*
8. Häagen-Dazs ice-cream. (it almost killed me with the sugar rush)
9. Nando's (wahahaha running out of authentic Penang food to cite)
10. And finally, Penang's wonderful, presentable+affordable+delicious dim sum!

Yum. I don't remember what I was eating, but it definitely tasted good.

Everybody.

8. I despise bossy, guilty-but-act-innocent, stupid, fat Indians. *gunned down by activists* Whatever. This Indian guy hor I tell you, ~~was~~ IS the MOST preposterous, god-awful, nbelievable with a capital U person I have ever seen! Clement didn't have a car in Penang, so he had to rent one. Then when we were on our way to breakfast, the car was knocked and dented by this stupid, steel machine thing. And out of that 1953 car-machine came the fat Indian, who rambled about how WE did not follow the law and kept braking. Hellooou? If we brake, YOU BRAKE LA IDIOT! At last, the fat ass paid us 70 bucks and left. Best part was, the owner of the car didn't even notice the dent! Omg he must be blind bwahahaha. Hope that Indian dies all the same.

As you can see, I was the one forking the sotong, and my sister the prawns. Or were they fish? Hmmm...

7. I discovered my true identity! I'm actually an *cue horror music* IMPULSIVE SHOPAHOLIC. I bought all the unnecessary stuff possible! To further prove my point:

I bought a freaakking watch! A WATCH! *faints*

6. Penang is like a gigantic microwave. It's hot, and it's baking hot. Maybe it's due to the fact that Penang is an island (okay you can totally 'duh' me). I bathed 4 times a day during my stay there. That's like a 4 : 1 ratio compared to the times when I am in Kuching. (*shocking realisation!!* Eddie only bathes once a day back home?!) Just kidding lah. I'm a very hygienic person. Really!

5. Penang people, or rather Penangites (I don't like the sound of it. If it's pronounced with four syllabus, it reminds me of meningitis), simply dress to impress. You cincai catch one person from the street, he/she must look good one! I mean, the things they wear can make a walrus look sexy. Made me so self-conscious. It's so good to be back in Kuching. Everybody dresses kns. Kaka.

Can we just skip 3 and 4? Good.

2. I went to this Music Cafe for a drink with my sister's friends. And then I went up stage to play and sing bruaahahaha. I have to say, it was exhilarating. Damn there might even be a scout there! Have to on my phone 24/7 in case any company want to sign me up for a record or something. They are so making the right choice man.

There. We were umm... flashing our cards!

Can't possibly post the video up because I have no idea how to resize that 60MB thing. So click below, and here's a picture. You guys just imagine the dashing, talented Eddie sing lah.

Bwahaha. It was a flawful performance. :P

Just don't mind the conversation between the lead vocals woman person with Sze Khiun at the beginning. Hehe.

The lead vocals woman person giving me a little souvenir.

And the final and most important thing I wanna say about Penang?

1. *cue McD's theme song melody* Ba ba ba ba ba... Black sheep.

When Boredom Strikes..

2008-04-25T01:37:00.002+08:00

Evil laughs!!

I’d to let go of the Chinese Language after PMR, figuring it would be awfully time-consuming and brain-seizurifying if I took it until Form 5. It was a pity. It really was. I mean, Chinese is such a beautiful language. And it lasted for thousands of years! (Speaking of which, for how long has Malay existed anyway? I mean the language, dufus) So, in order to give a tribute to such a wonderful… thing, I’ve decided to blog in Chinese for a change! 牙虎!

Don’t worry little boys and girls. It’s only temporary. I cannot imagine myself blogging in Chinese for the rest of my life either. O.O 废话少说，let the eyes burn!

大家好啊我是翼德 (omg haha plagiarism!)

今天在家好无聊啊。整天无所事事，像一个废人酱。终于看完了外科实习医生格雷第二季，实在令人感到好依模! 继续看了第三季，也是好依模! 想要换换口味，看了两集一树山 (另称 -- 篮球的天空 *晕*)，不只依模，还来大喇嘛地克的勒! 在想，数不数要把偶搞颠才甘愿。

现在的大喇嘛呀，一就是我爱上患有癌症的好朋友的女朋友，要不就是我不小心跟我好朋友的老婆么么，太没趣了! *晕了跌倒死* 来一点新的点子吧拜托。好想念一些轻松又好笑的，如丑女也有出头天 (What?! That’s what they call it in China bah) 和英雄。*叹气*

明天要去比奶 (hokkien) 了，东西竟然还没收好! *尬屎配* 怎么办?! 不管了，娃得发，想睡觉觉了。就到此为止吧。早逃。古奈!

批/爱斯: 华语还蛮精准的嘛！和鸭和鸭和鸭。

Driving Skillz and Mosity

2008-04-22T15:20:00.000+08:00

I didn't feel like going downtown, and I was practically rotting at home, so I decided to go visit Mother K and lend Wai my Supreme Notes 1.0 from Mr. Sim. And it was about time for me to restock my weekly happy food, too. So after leaving Mother K's house, I went to Boulevard.

I've gotta say, it was the smartest choice ever.

For those who've already heard of this, I JUST GOT MY LICENCE TWO AND A HALF WEEKS AGO, AND I'M A NOVICE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! It wasn't my fault that some stupid contractor built the parking lot SO small, and it wasn't my fault either that I had to park beside a hugeass wall because there wasn't anywhere else to park.

And it wasn't my fault my mom's car ended up looking like this.

Tadah! I call it, The Scratch 2008.

It happened when I tried to reverse the car. I was busy taking care of my car's ass I forgot it had a head. And so I wasn't aware of the I'm-sure-anticipated-by-many mortal danger until I heard the single most excruciating sound in the world, which went, CRRRHHHHHHHHHH....HHHHH.

Sigh. And that was why, now, I have to undergo a second probation, ~~after being stripped naked, tied onto a coconut tree outside my house and left alone for two nights to feed the mosquitoes.~~ Isn't that just great? And it wasn't even my fault to begin with. Not my fault.

The rest of last week was not very eventful. Thank the heavens, because eventful = melodrama = somebody gets hurt. Oh oh and the long awaited R3 SE has finally arrived.

Forgive my lack of skills in photography. And yes it's yellow.

The butt.

I don't get to drive it due to a few solid reasons:

1. I am capable of scratching a Kancil when there isn't even an obvious bumper. Heck, I can't drive ANY car with a head.
2. That's not exactly a family car. The evil rightful owner of the R3 is - *cue horror music* - my sister.
3. I don't want to die so young. (pst, my sister is murderous I tell you)

Who would want to drive her car anyway? Cheh. I love driving Kancil. It's so comfy, and cozy, and small, and slow. Hmph.

Went to Jia Zhen's birthday party. Hate to say it but, after the dinner, it was beginning to feel a little wee bit draggish. BUT, thank the heavens yet again, we were just a few steps away from Popwave. *light bulb flashes* And when we were happily counting heads and planning to bring the birthday girl for some karaoke, the brilliant Eddie Ed realized he'd forgotten to bring along his house keys! Oh the dramz.

And so, I schemed, and I texted my mom. I gave her specific instructions on how to let me in without me actually having the keys. It was ingenious I tell you. I told her to leave the house keys beside the storeroom's grill. Then I asked her to find a piece of rag to cover the house keys. AND THEN I told her I would climb over the gate, get the keys underneath the rag, open the door, and enter the house!

But moms. They are always so paranoid. My mom rejected the flawless plan and asked me to get home at once. It was 9.30 pm! 9.30! I couldn't find a ride home, so my dad had to come and pick me up. Bad idea. An angry father with a clock pointing at the International Senior Citizen's Sleeping Hour (exactly 9.30 pm) were not the best combo. Throughout the journey home, R3 was practically flying.

Let's just say that pissed off, andropausal men are scary. Period.

So here are some random pictures!

Zhen and the evil sister. Fantabolous cake!

The messed up family. All hail Mother K.

Lam and the most long-lived hailer I've ever seen.

Cousin trying to eat up nephew.

My dog! May said she was cute, but not cuter than her owner. Bwahahaha.

P/s: I'm leaving for KL-Penang in two days. Do not expect gifts! :P

Petronas Educamp

2008-04-17T22:07:00.000+08:00

VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED

Yes.

I definitely survived/persisted/pulled through/lasted/outlasted/outlived/outwore the supposedly terrifying Petronas Educamp! Many apologies for late blog update, because I was so tired I slept 12 hours straight, woke up, and still felt tired. But *sniff sniff* I know how much my readers miss me *sniff* so I've dragged my heavy butt all the same, dumped it on my uncomfortable pc chair, and am now blogging for all of you! *cue awwwwww*

(Disclaimer: This entry and any information included in this entry is purely the author's personal idea and opinion. So Petronas people please don't kick me out for being innocently honest. *puppy-dog pout*)

Ahh... I mean, some people can be so verbose and not creative. They ramble on and on about intricate, specific details and they are so boring and stuff and their writings are practically BURNING the eyes of our delicate, vulnerable readers. No wonder they remain as 'they' (a pronoun). I really pity these people.

Actually, not really. Bruahaha.

Thereforeafter(?), my version of Petronas EduCamp shall be the bestest among the best! Let's begin. I went there at 7.15 am (I purposely asked Andy to go later to 'hai' him!) and checked into my hotel room. Then I went downstairs again to laugh at Norman because he DIDN'T have a room. The rest of the morning was all talks about how great and mighty Petronas was. I was cleverly covering my eyes with my fingers and dozing off. Pretty positive that no one saw it.

That's me and Ivan. He's so skinny.

There were more talks/collection of our docs/briefing on the assessments in the afternoon, and we finished all our activities by 5.45pm, which was supposedly due at half past ten. So the facilitator, being the weird guy he was, just went: It's 15 to 6 (yes, it took me a very long time to figure that out, too) so you have the rest of the night to yourself. Normally I'd go NO SHIT!, but then everybody started cheering like retards (you know, the kind when they just YAY YAY YAY and go waving their knuckles in mid-air?), so I just followed the flow. *shrugs*

Introducing, the five most delightful and wacky roommates/immigrants of all times! Roommates: Chan, Belden, Edwin and Awang; immigrants: Norman and Lai. Chan came from Kuching Town, and talked the most. Belden came all the way from Miri, and has a twin brother, Hayden ~~Panettiere~~. In the end, Belden left our room to sleep with his brother, dunno why. *pretends to be innocent and unknowing* Edwin Renggie! He was from St. Thomas's and he knew Jacob! And finally Awang.

What?! Awang was a quiet person bah! I'm not some racist bastard who thinks that the government favours some trash too much and makes them all stupid and lazy and unworthy. That's a terrible thing to think!

Edwin, Norman and Andy.

Norman and Lai were immigrants because they figured their roommates were so dumb and came over to sleep with us. I must say, that should be the wisest decision in their entire life. So we all spent the free night in our room, watching John Tucker Must Die and The (stupid) Omen. Quality bonding time. I slept at about 10.30 pm and they all laughed at me. Woke up at 5 the next day and bathed with icy cold water. Stupid heater wouldn't work. Hate Rajah Court Hotel. Hate their stupid tagline that said 'When The Old Sarawak Meets The New.' It's so dumb.

Chan! He's the funniest in the weirdest ways.

The next day was pretty draggish though. Sat for the EPT (English Placement Test) and CRT (Critical Reasoning Test) in the morning, and individual-group assessment in the afternoon. Honestly, the CRT was pretty tough. But you have to understand that a person like me (who scored only 129 in a recent IQ test) cannot really think coherently most of the time. But I think I aced the assessment! The rest of my group members (either from Sibu or Miri) were all... not that... urm... talented in talking. BWAHAHAHA heck I even convinced them to ... I'd better stop here. But the interviewers were all nice and stuff. They were not even offended when one of my teammates went: How did we do ar? I MEANS did we do better than other groups? (told you they are not very talented in talking)

Belden and Hayden. Or is it Hayden and Belden?

All in all there was nothing much to complain, really. Besides the fact that food sucked, we had to bathe in cold water, a blackout happened during our prep time AND we were not allowed to swim. But not that I was able to swim or anything. So yeah.

Together with Norman and Sherene a.k.a. Cyndi's friend.

But I had a really great time. Priceless experience/memories. It was nothing like the rumoured deplorable EDUCAMP! with competitive participants and opportunists who victimised people and stuff like that. And I had the greatest roomies in the world!!

~~XOXO~~ All the best peeeeps!

48 Hours Offline

2008-04-14T19:15:00.000+08:00

You heard me right! I'll be gone from the face of Internet for TWO consecutive days. Bwahahaha. So you might think, NOOOOO EDDIE WILL BE GONE FOR TWO DAYS? How am I gonna live through that?! Do not fret my good men, because your almighty me is doing this for a good cause. It's a Do-Not-Be-Addicted-To-Internet Rally that I've joined last Friday.

Objective: To promote public awareness on the deadly impact of becoming an Internet addict. Last week in church, I heard this dood talking about one kid who was so obsessed with playing DOTA he wouldn't go to school. The mom and dad tried so many ways to urm... nullify(?) the evil spirit that had been urm... possessing(?) the little boy, but still to no avail. So! I think it's absolutely important that kids nowadays should be put under strict supervision. Heck, I think everybody should ban his/her kids from playing DOTA. BWAHAHAHAHA. (I'm not surprised if I'm assassinated by Kevin after posting this entry.)

Therefore, I'm tempting fate (aiseh) to be offline for 48 hours. No chatting, no YouTube, no ~~porn~~ Wikipedia, nothing. See! It's not a bad idea actually. I sound like a saint already. In fact, my faithful readers, we should all join this rally! *everybody scrams* Okay, maybe not.

.... Aiks! I just remember I have this Petronas Educamp thing tomorrow. And it's gonna be held for two days! Damn. Looks like I can't really participate anymore. Sigh. *stares at the sky in regret*

Stinking Onion

2008-04-13T14:07:00.001+08:00

Ermm... This is like my fifth(?) blog. That says a lot about me, I guess. SO! It's absolutely appropriate for me to post this stinking onion layer thing as my first entry, because... urm... I was tagged last year and it's horrendously overdue?

First Layer: On the outside
Name: Eddie Chang Jee Ted (some stalker says it's a nice name. I don't know I should be flattered or scared)
Birth date: 19th August 1990
Current status: It's complicated.
Eye colour: Brown
Hair colour: Blonde

Layer 2: On the inside
My heritage: Half Guyanese Afro-Caribbean, and half of Anglo-Welsh descent. Wait, that's Leona Lewis.
My fears: Heights, roaches and angry ex-girlfriend.
My weaknesses: Heights, roaches and angry ex-girfriend.
My perfect pizza: The kind with no crust

Layer 3: Yesterday, today, tomorrow
My first thoughts of waking up: Shit man.
My most missed memories: Those that I've forgotten.

Layer 4: My pick
Pepsi or Coke: Coke
McDonald’s or Burger King: Burger King
Single or group dates: What am I? A freak or something?
Adidas or Nike: Nike
Tea or Nestea: Tea
Cappuccino or coffee: Milo

Layer 5: Do you...
Smoke: No.
Curse: All the time.
Take a shower: When it's necessary.
Have a crush: Nope. I granulate.
Go to school: Best place in the entire world!
Want to get married: Can't wait.
Believe in youself: Sometimes.
Think you’re a health freak: HAHA!

Layer 6: In the past
Drink alcohol: Only the good stuff.
Gone to the mall: Yeah.
Been on stage: What can I say. The guy's got talent.
Eaten sushi: Only after the opening of Boulevard. NOLAH. I've been to other places like KL and Penang before. Really!
Dyed your hair: I dyed it jet black. Blonde's so yesteryear.

Layer 7: Have you ever...
Played a stripping game: Still working on the abs.
Changed who you were to fit in: Please. People change who THEY were to fit into my clique.

Layer 8: Are you hoping to...
Get married: Can't wait bah.

Layer 9: In a girl/guy
Best eye colour: Green
Best hair colour: Pink
Short or long hair: Bald. Britney Spears is hawt.

Layer 10: What you were doing
A minute ago: Killing a cockroach with my sneaker.
An hour ago: Scheming to kill a cockroach with my sneaker.
Four and a half hours ago: Spotted a cockroach.
A month ago: Crying like a girl after getting my SPM results.
A year ago: Wait. Let me check my Today In History book.

Layer 11: Finish these sentences
I love: you.
I hate: somebody, but I'm not telling you who that somebody is. Just SOMEBODY.
I hide: my money under my pillow.
I miss: Rachelle.
I need: $$$

Evil laughs. I tag!
1. Lammy
2. Jia Zhen
3. Thiing Thiing
4. Amy
5. Daniel the Stalker!

Bwahahahahahahaha....