Monday, August 30, 2004

My mom will be flying to U.S. next week to visit my bro. I'm thinking of asking her to buy me stuff. I told my bro that I wanted something too. I asked him to accompany my mom to get the 'thing' cos I trust my bro's taste more than I trust my mom's hehehe. The thing is...I don't know what I want.

10 things I think I would want.

#1 A pair of trainers? One (lame) reason I cannot exercise is because I don't have any 'sport' shoes to wear. My old Nikes (split into two) die a long time ago. I went surfing around nike.com and found the below. Which is nicer ah?


1. Model no: 307727


2. Model no: 307728


3. Model no: 308668


4. Model no: 308896


5. Model no: 308905


Or all also YUCKS? I have no idea what is nice actually. *signnn* Maybe I should let my bro make the decision for me.

#2 A new MP3 player. I have been eyeing on the Samsung YP-60 since before the launching in Malaysia. I love the color and size. The specification for YP-60 is ok too. Goes well with me when I'm running (that is if I do go and run HAHAHA).



Then again I don't know if I really want it. Hais. It would be a waste of money.

#3 A DV cam. I've always wanted one. For what? Well, personal interest to document my life. And sometimes to carry out my 'weird' and 'arty' projects. People tell me "Like you are really going to use it la..." Well, people say that to me when I was planning to buy my digicam too, but I do use my digicam often. I think it's like personal interest la. I don't think I'll dump the DV cam to collect dust if I had one.

#4 A new digicam. I'm planning to get a new cam sooner or later actually. I know my Nikon is not even a year old...but I just have no 'feel' for my current digicam. I still prefer a Canon (althought a friend of mine told me that the after sales service really sucks). I really miss my S50 a lot. Pictures are clearer and colors are better on Canon digicams. Hais...my mom will kill me if I get another one though. I thought of getting a digital SLR, but ahhh no thanks, I won't be using it much compared to a beginners/semi pro digicam.

#5 The new slurp slurp Sony Ericsson K700i! And a PDA. A Sony Clie would be nice. WHAHAHAHA. ...aie ok la, I don't want to dream. Can get them in Malaysia anyways.

#6 Levi's Levi's and more Levi's. But ah... I don't like Levi's jeans. I look like crap in them. None of the cuttings suits my body. Maybe I'll ask my mom to get me a demin jacket or something. I'm kind of into jackets these days. Still miss the MNG demin suit jacket!

#7 A cup of Starbucks coffee. Although I'm no coffee drinker, I bet the coffee there taste 'better' HAHAHAHA.

#8 A nice leather ladies suitcase. This, I know I'm going to love to use. *Imagine myself in a ladies business suit, long slim cut slacks, white long sleeve shirt and a suit jacket that looks good on myself. The heels clicking against the floor when I'm walking, and on my right hand, a nice dark leather suitcase. WAHAHAHAHA*

#9 Pork burger from McD's. Super size it! wOOt! wOOt!

#10 A can of Coke and Pepsi. Hopefully it won't explode in the plane.

Sunday, August 29, 2004

It takes two to make a relationship work right? But then why do people still want to keep one sided relationships?

True love? Money? Side orders? Sex?

Saturday, August 28, 2004

I went to watch AVP with the gang today. Overall OK show. The beginning part of the movie is good, but I didn't really like the movie towards the ending. ...Baywatch scene...HAHAHA.

Had lunch in BurgerKing then went to 'kai kai' before heading home. I dropped by a Sony road show to check out some gadgets. Saw the Sony robo dog thingy, the new cybershots, and some DV cams. Learnt a little new stuff about DV cam's from Joshua who was coincidence working at the road show.

After dinner I accompanied my mom to run some errands and then dropped by this place in Jalan Sungai Besi called Fashion City. The whole place is like a huge clothes shop, 5 shop houses combined, 2 levels. The clothes there are quite nice and affordable. I got my first pair of cargo pants there. My mom paid =) Weee! I wanted to shop more but the place was closing for the day already =( (Only had half an hour to shop) Anyways, I definitely will want to learn how to get there on my own. I want to bring Jin there as well! I think she'll like the place.

Thursday, August 26, 2004

Happy 21st Birthday David Koh Uncle! Wahahahaha!

Have been busy these days. Thursday..thursday...argh still got tons of work to be done.

Leaving you with Thursday's thing.

Wednesday, August 25, 2004

Argh... I though SIP and BPR test will be on back to back today. Mana tau SIP's test is tomorrow! I spent the weekends studying more for SIP because I felt that SIP is the more difficult subject for me. Slacked for BPR. Hence, the "Oh shit I didn't study for BPR and SIP is only on tomorrow! WTF"

BPR test sucked.
#1 cos I didn't have time to finish the test. 3 X 10 marks questions and 4 X 5 marks question to be done in 1 and a half hour.
#2 I'm not the memorizing type. I'm of the "Give me the diagram and I'll explain"
#3 I didn't study much for BPR.
Damn damn damn. The exams will be worst.

Ok...I better get my arse off this PC chair and start studying for SIP. Tomorrow's test is going to be real tough. 30% out of my whole module man! Die la. My hope for first class for this subject is down the drain. Hope Sharmila's questions won't kill me.

Monday, August 23, 2004

Something funny just happened. I was up in my room separating my 1 cents and 5 cents coins into two separate bottles, while my mom was on my PC surfing for information about restricted items that can't be brought into U.S. My MSN messenger and ICQ was on.

When it comes to PC's and technology, my mom is a little slow, so she took quite sometime reading article I Googled for her. While she was doing all that reading, a few of my friends messaged me via MSN and ICQ. One of then was Zhong. My mom saw his picture on this avatar area. Guess what she told me after that?

"Eh a lot of people looking for you. Chze Hong also. Faster go talk to them. Very tempting. I almost wanted to talk to Chze Hong" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA ROTF!

Sunday, August 22, 2004

Did you know? By r47z
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Did you know that when you envy someone, it's because you really like that person?

Did you know that those who appear to be very strong in heart, are real weaklings and most susceptible?

Did you know that those who spend their time protecting others are the ones that really need some one to protect them?

Did you know that the three most difficult things to say are : I love you, Sorry and help me The people who say these are that actually need them or really feel them, and are the ones you really need to treasure, because they have said them.

Did you know that people who occupy themselves by keeping others company or helping others are the ones that actually need your company and help?

Did you know that those who dress in red are more confidence in themselves?

Did you know that those who dress in yellow are those that enjoy their beauty?

Did you know that those who dress in black are those who want to be unnoticed and need your help and understanding?

Did you know that when you help someone, the help is returned in two folds?

Did you know that those who need more of you are those that not mention it to you?

Did you know that it's easier to say what you feel in writing than saying it to someone in the face? But did you know that it has more value when you say it in the face?

Did you know that what is most difficult for you to say or do is much more valuable than anything that is valuable that you can buy with money?

Did you know that if you ask for something in faith, your wishes are granted?

Did you know that you can make your dreams come true, like falling in love, becoming rich, staying healthy, if you ask for it by faith, and if you really knew, you'd be surprised by what you could do.
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Do you feel it?...I'm feeling it. So... B.E.A.U...tiful, and so true.

Remember the email circulating about RUSH's toilet, well it's true, but not that serious.

I went to RUSH yesterday for the first time. Very pack. The place is ok. The dance floor is a wee bit too small for everyone, smaller compared to Viva. But there's more place to chill and drink. The music there is err... I think at about 11 there was a live band playing. GnR, Metallica, Jon Bon Jovi... weird but ok. After that was all hip hop style. Viva'ish.

About the toilet, you know normally we have the washing basin and the mirror in front of you, in RUSH's toilet, the mirror is replaced with a water container (aquarium style without the fishes) filled with water dyed in marine blue color. I don't know about the men's toilet but in the women's toilet, I can only see vague figures of guys washing their hands. Anyone further then the basin can't be seen.

I personally think there's nothing wrong la. It's all interior design and deco after all. It's blueish water. Not see through.

..oh yeah.. the double X chromosomes there are *open eyes* *drool drool* chun. A lot of chun chicks. Chun Y chromosome satu pun tak de. Only saw some posers doing some laughable stuff.

Friday, August 20, 2004

Support Malaysia, support palm oil. Wahahaha. Zhong came back from a factory processing palm oil in Johore yesterday and guess what he brought back for me? Yep palm oil seeds. Cute little seeds.



We had nothing to do...so I suggested we mess around with it. And we did. I took the kitchen chopper and the chopping board. I took a few pieces of paper to layer on the chopping board to absorb the oil from the seed when 'dissecting' the seed.



We first behead the seed whahahaha. It’s actually quite easy to cut the stem off. The front inside of the seed is actually quite soft. Less fiber.



Things started to get oily from here. We started cutting everything off the seed. The redish skin of the seed is smooth and thick. The internal of the seed is light orange in color. The texture is soft like mango…but very oily. We got the flesh of the seed, leaving the middle husk of the seed.



After that, we took the seed to the basin to wash the remaining flesh that was sticking to the husk. An old tooth brush and a green scrubbing cloth are used for this process. We started to scrub carefully when Zhong got a splinter stuck on his thumb. Ouch!



The outcome of the whole process? Well a clean and very cute little husk thingy. I’m going to take them out to dry under the sun, and then keep it in my bottles. Only the skinny husk can be fitted in the bottle. Not sure what to do with the bigger husk.



I kept this two seeds unharmed hehehe. Cute little seeds.

Thursday, August 19, 2004

Olympic Thursday!


Hi ho...Hi ho...merry merry oh oh. Hehehe I'm done with DCCN. Got my stuff printed, going to bind the documentation tomorrow and hand it up to the adminstration.

I'm was so energized just now. I reached home at about 7.30pm, I didn't even eat, became SuperMaid...hehehe. But I feel my whole body dying on me now. At least I know I will have a good night sleep today. wOOt!

Anyways, I've got stuff to sell. Quote me your price if you are interested in buying any of the below items. Contact me at bigheadbighat@hotmail.com

Item 1: Second Hand Sony Play Station II
Price: RM600
Modified with Mod Chip (supports all pirated DVD such as DVD9)
Supports all Region 1 DVD movies.
All necessary cable and power cable.
1 Original Controller
2 Pirated Controller
1 PS2 Memory Card
1 Light Gun - kickback, autofire, autoreload, support PS1 and PS2, able set to reload after N shots and keypad (Supports Dino Stalker and Resident Evil Dead Aim)

The PS2 comes with the below games:
Final Fantasy 10 - English, Time Crisis 3, Time Crisis 2, Silent Hill 3, Silent Hill 2, Contra, Ninja Assault, Dino Stalker, Castlevania, Devil May Cry 2, Lord Of The Rings - The Return Of The King, Metal Gear Solid 2, Kunoichi, Dynasty Warrior 4 - Xtreme Legends, Prince Of Persia, Chaos Legion, Maximo, Onimusha 1 - English, Onimusha 2 - English, Onimmusha 3 - Japan, Front Mission 4 - Japan and English, Bio Hazard - Out Break, Tekken 4, Fatal Frame 2, Drakengard - English, Kill.Switch, Suikoden 3 - English, Dynasty Tactics 2 - English, Xenosaga - English, Final Fantasy X-2 - English, Ridge Racer V, Initial D Special Stage - Japan, and others.

Item 2:Used Kingston DDR 256MB 333mhz PC RAM
Price: RM100 [edit: sold]

Item 3:Used Kingston Compact Flash Memory 128MB
Price: RM50

Item 4: Second Hand Creative Digital MP3 Player 2
Price: n/a

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

I’m down with the flu =( I guess all the work and late nights really kills my anti body (and not to mention my face!) I have been sneezing all day since yesterday. Nose leaking watery mucus…whahahaha. I used up mountains of tissue paper already.

I can’t blog in this condition... mucus all over the keyboard....hehehe just kidding.

Sunday, August 15, 2004

Loads of invisible stuff happened for the past few days. I feel like dog poo.

Saturday
I drove down to KLIA alone…yeah alone…to pick my aunt from Singapore. I was afraid at first. But driving alone, in Kesas, over the speed limit, is very very relaxing. Very little cars, smooth straight road, my mp3 player with me (my radio got stolen remember), the only thing that was missing was a faster car. I don’t know why…some how when I was driving, for a split second I wished I had a faster car, a faster car so I would surely die if I crashed, intentionally or unintentionally. I picked my aunt up, and drove back. Dropped her to HSBC near Amcorp Mall, then went back to DJ to pick my sis, then back over to HSBC to pick my aunt. I don’t know why but I actually didn’t what to stop driving. ….driving makes me relax, but makes me think at the same time. I felt sad…sad for myself. Left for Ipoh late in the afternoon. …Wanted to ask if I could drive. But I didn’t dare cos I knew my dad wouldn’t let me. I dented his car just last week remember?

My kong kong (grandpa) is better, he’s good actually =) He’s out of the hospital already =) But we are all still worried about him cos he doesn’t seem to be changing his eating habits.

Went down to Menglembu for dinner/supper. Super a lot of yum yum food. I ate three types of chicken wings. ‘Chee pow kai’ (paper wrapped and fried), deep fried, and honey. Ate ‘chu chap chok’ (pork porridge). Also ate curry ‘chee cheong fun’ (a type of noodles) with chu pei (fried pork skin). I was stuffed…but the food didn’t even make be feel a little bit more happy.

I couldn’t sleep again.

Today
I woke up early. Ate a ‘woon chai kou’, yam cake and a few other types of kuih for breakfast. I have no idea how come I could eat so much. I ate like a pig the day before…and yet again today. Went to visit my great grand mother (my grandma’s side) after breakfast. Then went for lunch at a road side stall. Ate fried noodles and one kind of ‘sai kot’ kuih. Nice. Went to visit my other great grand mother after that.

Got calls and messages from my DCCN members. Progress like 0% for my part… and I think -20% for a certain member. Start to worrying again.

Now I’m back home. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep again tonight. Can’t sleep…so … I’m determine to finish off my DCCN work today.

I’m pathetic. I’m still sad for no *f* reason. When will this PMS go away?

Friday, August 13, 2004

My grandpa is admitted to Fatimah Hospital in Ipoh =(

A few days back he told my grandma that he was feeling numb all over. He can't feel his hands, he cant feel his face. He felt something was wrong. He went to the clinic and did a check up. The doctor said he has high blood pressure and prescribe him some pills, and told him to return for another check up after 3 days.

3 days past and still his blood pressure is still high. The doctor advised my grandpa to admit himself into a hospital to get a better check up. So he did.

I'll be going to Ipoh tomorrow to visit him. Hope it's nothing big. I know he will get well soon.

Thursday, August 12, 2004

...hais...I keep thinking that tomorrow is Saturday. Too much DCCN is bad for me. DCCN have been giving me the headaches. I just found out a mistake today. Have to replan my network cabling strategy again... but at least I don't have to use a 100BaseT2 network already...can use a 100BaseTX. Hohoho but still sien man. This weekend will be dead...very dead for me. I also just realised that I got a second upper for DBMS. Not a first class. Fish.

Anyways...I went to OUG pasar malam with BC. Yeah man CHOW TOFU!



It's BC's first time eating Chow Tofu. Hehehe. He didn't hate it ... it's was ok for him. (Huahuahua that's because the smell of the tofu today wasn't even there...not strong enough..at least not strong enough for me) Gonna 'catch' him to eat again with me next time. I also took BC for the famous curry mee behind Steven's Corner.



Hais...again. Stuff going on in my mind. The stress is creeping up on me.

Have been busy with work lately. I'm so jaded from all of it. Argh...college work sucks.

Today is vibrator Thursday. Hohoho. I want to be brave and a hero. *grin* All i need now is money.

Monday, August 09, 2004

Today is a hot day. A fine day to slack…and sleep in my ‘sauna’ bedroom. I slept for four hours straight in the afternoon up till 6.30 in the evening. I just can’t help it but sleep. I was actually working in my PC room, but the heat got to me. I took a cat nap on the bed before zombieeing up to my room for my slumber.

I don’t know what but I really like sleeping in the afternoon when it’s super hot. I like my room hot and humid. The environment just makes me so drowsy. I can just drop on my bed and sleep. I have tried to wake up many times to get back to work but every single time my body and eyes just won’t listen to me. My arms, legs and head won’t seem to move even thought I feel like I’m using all my might to move them. …and within the next second, I’m back sleeping. Every single sleeping session like that makes me feel relaxed. I get to sleep without any dreams. …hehehe and most of the time I drool. I know I’m getting some good sleep if I drool.

Is there something wrong with me? I mean there are a lot of people that like hot afternoon naps like also right? I also always wonder if I go through a sleep paralysis during that period. I can’t move my body at all…but some how I feel good not being able to move.

Sunday, August 08, 2004

I went (window) shopping with ZHong yesterday. Yeah...me the fashion guru..NOT hahaha. I forced Zhong to try on clothes I picked out for him. Most of them I know is not his style WAHAHAHA but I made him wear and model for me anyways. I got him to look like one of those straight guys from Queer Eye, the jeans, T-shirt and jacket look. HAHAHA. We went to quite a number of shops in 1 Utama...but ended back in wH cos the clothes there were value for money. (On SALE some more wOOt!) Zhong bought a nice draw string pants and a shirt.

I didn't get anything. No.1 cos I'm broke. No.2 cos I can only fit into XS pants $#@! I need to get fatter to wear beautiful pants!!! All the S sizes were still too large for me...*cries* I did come across a nice denim suit jacket from MNG. RM249. No discount. But I look damn good in it. No self praise going on here. I wore a black and white vertical stripes long sleeve button shirt, under the jacket when I was trying it out. Damnn I love the jacket. I looked good, for once. Saw another jacket in Three . Six. Not bad...but the MNG one is still the bomb. Aie...but RM 249. Oh well.

Had a drink in coffeebean after that. I saw this ostrich pee and shit over at the pet shop while waiting for Zhong and the drinks. Whahaha gross. Went to pizza hut to eat the new cream cheese pizza for dinner with BC and Gordon after shopping. The guys hated the cheese. It was a bit sourish...but I guess it's like that right? The pizza was ok for me. But I still prefer the normal cheese pizza.

Saturday, August 07, 2004

This story won the Commonwealth prize (chosen out of 52,000 entries from
50 countries. It was written by a secondary3 student in Raffles Institution, Singapore. It's definitely worth a read.

What the modern woman wants

The old woman sat in the back seat of the magenta convertible as it careened down the highway, clutching tightly the plastic bag on her lap, afraid it might be kidnapped by the wind. She was not used to such speed.

With trembling hands she pulled the seat belt tighter but was careful not to touch the patent leather seats with her calloused fingers. Her daughter had warned her not to dirty it: 'Fingerprints show very clearly on white, Ma.' Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver mobile phone using big words the old woman could barely understand. 'Finance', 'liquidation', 'assets', 'investments'. Her voice was crisp and important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it. Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television. She was speaking in an American accent. The old lady clucked her tongue in disapproval? I absolutely cannot have this.

We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation? I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the phone shut and hurled it angrily towards the back seat. The mobile phone hit the old woman on the forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She calmly picked it up and handed it to her daughter? Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretense and switching to Mandarin. 'I have a big client in America. There have been a lot of problems.' The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important. Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view mirror, wondering what she was thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same cryptic look.

The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which broke the awkward silence? Hello Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.' Elaine. The old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her daughter telling her how an English name was very important for 'networking', Chinese ones being easily forgotten? Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the Ancient Relic to the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.' Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to her.

Her daughter always assumed that her mother's silence meant she did not comprehend. 'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!'
The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in defense. The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof. The old woman got out of the back seat and made her unhurried way to the main hall. Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos and reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side? Ma, I'll wait outside. I have an important phone call to make,' she said, not bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.

The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick. She knelt down solemnly and whispered her now-familiar daily prayer to the gods? Thank you, God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these years. Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a young woman in this world could possibly want. She has a big house with a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too clumsy to sew or cook.
Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich and handsome angmoh (dialect for Caucasian man).?Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she says. She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except happiness.

'I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots while reaping the harvest of success? What you see is not true, she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me a room in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I affect her happiness. A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old mother. It is my fault.' The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes. Finally, with her head bowed in reverence, she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of smoldering ashes. She bowed once more.

The old woman had been praying for her daughter for 32 years. When her abdomen was round like a melon, she came to the temple and prayed that it was a son. Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably a girl. Her husband had kicked and punched her for producing a useless baby who could not work or carry the family name.

Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything she ever wanted. Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to depend on a man. She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman, the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become. A woman with nengkan; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to speak, precious pearls would fall out and men would listen. She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood.

She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl, to one who openly defied her, calling her laotu (old-fashioned in Chinese). She wanted her mother to be 'modern', a word so new there was no Chinese word for it. Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had prayed like that. The gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and now she stood, faceless, with no identity, bound to the soil of her ancestors by only a string of origami banknotes. Her daughter had forgotten her mother's values. Her wants were so ephemeral; that of a modern woman. Power, wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques, and yet her daughter had not found true happiness. The old woman knew that you could find happiness with much less. When her daughter leaves the earth, everything she has will count for nothing.

People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman, but she would be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper convertibles and mansions. The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers for her daughter; now she had only one want: that her daughter be happy. She looked out of the temple gate. She saw her daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry. Being at the top is not good, the woman thought. There is only one way to go from there - down. The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of beehoon (rice vermicelli) in front of the altar.

Her daughter often mocked her for worshipping porcelain gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of ceramic to fly to her aid? But her daughter had her own gods too - idols of wealth, success and power that she was enslaved to and worshipped every day of her life. Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshipped counted for nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life out of her, and leave her an empty soulless shell at the altar. The old lady watched her joss stick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey stem that was on the danger of collapsing. Modern women nowadays, the old lady sighed in resignation, as she bowed to the east one final time to end her ritual. Modern women nowadays want so much that they lose their souls and wonder why they cannot find it. Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her daughter outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched on her daughter's face. An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of her wants looking for the one thing that would sow the seeds of happiness. They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the highway, this time not as fast as she had done before?

Ma,' Bee Choo finally said. 'I don't know how to put this. Mark and I have been talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market is good now, and we managed to find a buyer willing to pay seven million for it. We decided we'd prefer a cozier penthouse apartment instead. We found a perfect one in Orchard Road. Once we move in to our apartment, we plan to get rid of the maid, so we can have more space to ourselves...' The old woman nodded knowingly. Bee Choo swallowed hard. 'We'd get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out - but once the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully lonely at home and besides that, the apartment is rather small. There won't be space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for you is if you moved to a home.

There's one near Hougang, it's a Christian home, a very nice one.' The old woman did not raise an eyebrow? I've been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! I hardly have time for you, you'd be happier there. You'd be happier there, really.' Her daughter repeated as if to affirm herself. This time, the old woman had no plastic bag of food offerings to cling tightly to; she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect her from a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into the leather seat, letting her shoulders sag, and her fingers traced the white seat? 'Ma?' her daughter asked, searching the rear view mirror for her mother.

'Is everything okay?'? What had to be done, had to be done. 'Yes,' she said firmly, louder than she intended. 'If it will make you happy,' she added more quietly? 'It's for you Ma! You'll be happier there. You can move there tomorrow. I already got the maid to pack your things,' Elaine said triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda? 'I knew everything would be fine'? Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated. Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier. She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern woman ever wanted: money, status, career, love, power and now, freedom, without her mother and her old-fashioned ways to weigh her down - yes, she was free? Her phone buzzed urgently; she picked it up and read the message, still beaming from ear to ear. 'Stocks 10-per-cent increase!' Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her...

And while searching for the meaning of life in the luminance of her handphone screen, the old woman in the back seat became invisible, and she did not see the tears.

Friday, August 06, 2004

Just when I thought that today will be a good day...I dented my dad's car ...yeahh again. *yikes* *guilty guilty* Aie...lazy to blog about so, here's a picture of the dent. Yeah man..it's huge! =(



Moderated DBMS results came out today too. I got a borderline first class. My overall grading now a borderline second upper. I don't know if I can maintain the second upper. I don't know if I can score well for the 2 hybrid subject this semester. *sign* ...hopefully my grades for FYP will be enough to cover up for my other single digit GPA.

...I'm so so a borderline person. Haikss...

Thursday, August 05, 2004

Thursday, Thursday. I'm glad that Thursday's art made my bestest'er'est friend smile =)

Whahahaha today not bad weiss. Have quite a pleasant day despite all the APIIT stress.

SIP class ended early so me, Poh Seng and Wai Leong had time to kill. We went down to the social room and played foosball. I teamed with Wai Leong cos both of us have never played foosball before. Only had time for 2 games, ...ta pow Poh Seng in both games! Muahahaha. Then again, 2 against 1. Then after DCCN class we had a break again. I played pool with Wai Leong after lunch. Poh Seng went home cos he is ponteng the next class. Man...I suck at pool already. I mean really suck. I need to get out can play more pool to regain whatever remaining skills I have. (...maybe from the start I didn't have skills...but no la...got skills one...less only hehe)

I wonder if I'm going to do something tomorrow. I feel like doing something. But what?

Wednesday, August 04, 2004

I'm so freaking bored. I'm typing this entry from APIIT's lab 2. There's a PC under maintenance just behind of me. *grin* Nyek nyek nyek...if you don't know what I'm up to, ...well.. I don't know if I should to pick up the "PC under maintenance" sign up from that PC. Hehehe.

APIIT's work is killing me yet again. I wonder how many time I have to die because to work. I meet a mutual friend in the cafeteria during lunch, and guess what he said? Echo("wah ee chian, lei ho charn chor"); (You look worn out) Haiksss...what to do, one will definitely be charn if one keep going through the APIIT metamorphosis of slumber->work->stress->more stress->dies of stress

I didn't know that a new social space is up in APIIT@TPM too. There's a pool and foosball table, table tennis and a carom board in the room. The ARC student council room is also located there. Not bad. But then again, I don't think it will a make much of a difference for me cos all my breaks are used up for meetings and studying. =(

...Did I say I was bored....ah well I'll say it again. BORED. I want to do something geeky fun tonight. Got plans for it tonight. Hopefully my plans will put some smiles on some people's faces. =)

Monday, August 02, 2004

Aiyorrr...big disappointment! I logged into webspace just now to renew my library book. And guess what I saw? My graduation date. 12 of December 2004.

12/12 is my birthday. Why must my graduation be on that day? I will surely be celebrating on the 11th, cos it's a Saturday and the eve on my birthday. Will surely party and drink hard --> resulting in hangovers and eye bags --> looking like an old hag on graduation day and in the graduation picture.

Why...whyyy. My 21st birthday some more. Yearrrr damn potong steam man.

Sunday, August 01, 2004

Hm...the Salem Revelation Rave in Genting yesterday was OK for the RM35 paid.

Johan Gielen (@ the second room) was good. The rest of the DJ sucked. Not my style. Johan spun a few Tieso tracks. Slurp slurp. Too bad he didn't pick Traffic if not BC will be like WEEEE!

Anyways, the music in the first room was good during the first half of the rave. I couldn't stand the music in the second room so me and Jin left and danced our way to the first room. There was this Malay guy in front of me that was glow stick raving. He's good man. Me and Jin returned to the second room after a while...when the music is getting better.

While everyone is busy with pushing themselves in and through the crowd, a bunch of us danced under a tent...that can be unofficially declared as our private space. BC, Zhong, Hau, Audrey, Kenny, Christopher..and me spent majority of our dancing sessions there. The speakers were just located beside the tent so the audio quality was superb. The space was good too cos there was plenty of room for us to shuffling. Shuffle shuffle | \/ |\/. I still suck at shuffling, but Zhong will soon be a pro liua. HAHAHA He damn semangat. Learn techniques and patterns like hell yesterday. Me on the other hand, got kind of sick of shuffling after a while. Everyone was shuffling, but I like variations. Jin left so she's not there to grove with me. =( Hais...the pouch I was carrying was annoying the hell out of me. Can't dance freely with it on my waist.

There's still a lot of stuff I want to say, but got no time. Have to work. So I'll leave you with a few pictures. More can be found here.


Me and BC


Jin, Dave, Soloh and Me, Finger belongs to MR. Anonymous


The top view of the First room


Me and Jin


Pre party (...more like drinking) session before the rave


Oh yeah, male seems to be marking their territory everywhere at the rave. HAHAHAHA…if you get what I mean.