Satu Dalam Sejuta (One in a Million)

Alright. I've never done this before in my entire blogging life. I'm gonna type an entry in my own mother tongue, MALAY. Yes. I've warned you guys yeah, so Malay readers, or those who actually understands Malay, be prepared to be killed by my atrocious language, grammar and vocabulary. Here we go!

Tidak pernah, seumur hidupku yang akan ku fikir bahawa aku akan menjejak semula untuk mengarangkan sebuah karangan atau cerita dalam bahasa ibundaku. Kaku rasanya, tetapi tidak akan pupus dalam diriku untuk berkomunikasi dalam bahasa. Simpulan bahasa, dan kata-kata yang manis berseparan dalam mindaku, tetapi tidak satu pun akan ku gunakan. Maklumlah, mungkin tersalah guna; kelain pula ertinya ya. Kini fikiranku

OKAYE GUYS. honestly. That's enough! HAHAHAA i couldn't stop laughing!!!!!! HEH and plus, i can't think of anything to write in malay. Somehow, to me the language should be approached in a very romantic, sweet and polite way. It's a miracle That i could actually typed it out for a mere paragraph. Oh shoot. 28 days later on tv. Bye.

"...translation later la..."

The Really Good Old Times

Remember when we once remembered Channel 5 as SBC? Where all shows cuts off at 12am sharp, and the creepy tune will echo once all the shows ended. Where, cartoons dominate the mornings and afternoons. Or when the time going to school, we would carry all the books we can inside our huge cartoon-fied graphics bags. That includes a water bottle, an umbrella and a rain coat.

Where, sometimes during recess we were made to brush our teeth in this specific cups given to us by the school. Also the times when the Bookworm Gang Club comes to school during assembly, and having the quote "READING IS FUN!" glued to your minds? Hahaha. The good old primary school days. Where daily, school shoes are decked in Bata or BM2000. Where pencil boxes and school bags are the most fashionable items then.

We were made to learn cursive handwriting in this english workbook called, PETS COURSEBOOK. Where every year the new syllabus comes, there'll be either a monkey, a rat or a rabbit decked the covers and on the search of them popping in a few pages of the books. Where sometimes, ART and CRAFT exams topics are like, draw what you foresee the YEAR 2000 is like, where the first thing that came into mind were The Jetsons.

Sometimes, we would have a diary where would go around the school asking your friends to fill in their profiles as creative as possible. Like there is a separation between True Friends, Best Friends, Special Friends and yes.. STEADY. MAHAHAHA. With your favourite songs ranging from Michael Learns to Rock to Spice Girls. Which sometimes you end off with a poem, "Friend's like you, hard to come by" or something like that.

Well, when you do well in your subjects, your form teacher would grade you tiny silver stars stickers. LOL. Being top 3 in class is considered the best of the best. And Saturday remedial classes for those sucky ones. Which lasted only say 2hours, then ended off playing catching or blind mice at a near by playground.

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I swear those were the days when life was carefree. Where nothing weighs you down except your undone homework and Barney on Tv. I swear, those good old times are no longer achievable. That was a decade ago for me. I wish time was reversible. Because, those carefree days are no longer here to stay.

But somehow, true friends are hard to come by. Because honestly, the primary school friends were left forgotten. Secondary school, contactable and some became the best of friends. And poly, where everything gets together, even a best friend and a family to call my own.

All i can say that, the good old days where friendship blooms.

"...4 in the morning..."

You Know

You know, Maroon 5 latest album and Kaiser Chiefs rocks my socks off. Seriously. They do! Go get them!

I have ulcers, which i truly hate. But what's even worse is to torture this tiny sore openings in my mouth with salt water and bonjela, which i forgot, it tortures my ass big time too. The pain could be at times unbearable!
I have one below the lip and one somewhere near my wisdom tooth. Grr. But it doesn't stop me from eating spicy stuffs.

I'm very bored now. That explains why i am blogging, but nonetheless, my life is utterly boring. If i may think so la. But most of you think it's not, which i wonder why unless your lives are way worse than mine, which could be predictable because at least i party on weekends, in a way. Whoah, that's a stretch of sentence. Hmm.

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Everyday i love you less and less.
Okaye that was random, Kaiser Chiefs is blasting on my speakers. Super dope! Heh. Okaye i think most of you have gotten the picture yeah. Plus, i've not forgotten Maroon 5's - Makes Me Wonder, double the dope! HAH! I'm delirious now, i have no clue why but evidently, it could be the ulcers driving my nerves up to my brain pretty much; whacked.

There is a huge craving for Ben & Jerry's - Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream. Serious cravings, which i could even imagine the graham crackers mashed into the ice cream going down my throat. Which seemed rather tantalizing. But nope, i'm watching my diet here. So Goodbye to Ben for now.

Eek! I've got a Wedding Next Friday and Saturday. I meant, Eek in a good way that is. I love family weddings, as a matter of fact; I DIGGGGGGGGGG family weddings! All the craziness in it especially, the wedding luncheon. Which will be held at Grand Hyatt Hotel.
Coolios.
Let me see what my schedule is...
1st June- Brother's 22nd Birthday
1st June- Cousin Wedding Solemnization
1st June- One year soldier anniversary
2nd June- Wedding Luncheon at Grand Hyatt
2nd June- Weekenders Lovin'

I am a busy boy! Wedding and birthday's rocks. Especially when they're all family!

"...wedding burfdayesss..."

Grueling Moments

I hate my computer now. The system now is really screwing up everything. I need to reformat my computer pronto because everything is lagging to the maximum. Which includes, loading of a photo to view takes even a few minutes! I'm utterly pissed with such complexity of the problems the pc can cause. I can't solve it but to grab a new XP cd from somewhere. Argh. I need major help in getting my computer of what it used to be. I need my computer to be as healthy as possible.

Even typing this entry stalls the momentum of the words appearing on the screen. Which momentarily hangs while i type. Ultra pissed.

Anyway, i hate Mondays. You know why? It always rains on Monday mornings where the first work day have to commence way early in the morning. There's no justice in us. When weekends are here, the sun scorches beyond extreme that it could possibly heat the entire world causing global warming to the extreme both night and day. Not a morsel of liquid drops from the sky, to let us poor humans sleep in comfort. Tsk.

Angsty Angsty Angsty.

I'm on a crazy search for my brother's gift. The list goes way beyond than usual But i think i am certain enough to know what is appropriate for him. Bahz.

Birthday present suggestions for the best friend anyone?




"...work kills everything...."

A New Resident and the Breakup

It is finally released in Singapore, and who else but me; the phone maniac that would actually rush down town to get the mother of all razors. I prezent you, the latest addition to my gadgets and gizmos;


HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE <3 Much Love la!

Weekends Come and Go

If only Friday's and Saturday's were longer. Had dinner at Sakae Sushi today to sort off celebrate Wei Min's 22nd Birthday. It had been eons since i last saw her and it was mighty fine and happy to see her today. A bunch of us (Me, Jason, Rongsen, Liyana and Serene) bought her a Marc by Marc Jacobs purse lei. MARC JACOBS LEI. hurhur. Okaye, pardon the aunty in me.

As usual, after dinner accompanied by coffee talks. The night ended early though. Okaye, this entry is getting rather boring, and i'm only on the 2nd paragraph. Rah.

Summary: Great meetup, great dinner, brother had abrasions therefore he couldn't make it. Happy 22nd Min. HAHAHA.

My computer is being cranky. It's getting from bad to worse. And now, i seek the help of a Windows XP cd to reformat my old black computer of mine. Which of course made me smsed my brother in the wee hours of the night for such help. How considerate can i be? RAH. With abrasions on his legs (or balls), causing him to even mock a crab now, i messaged him at such grueling hours where rest is needed after him conquering 72 darn kilometres of pain. Man, i'm such an ass. I swear, this compliments my previous entry. Damn it.

Anyway, the dude's birthday is coming up real soon (which i just remembered actually). Now, what do a best friend get their best friend for a 22nd Birthday gift?

Ans: I have no clue.
I'm running out of gift ideas. Somehow or so, i will know what to get the dude something even if it kills me.

Oh, i went back to school yesterday to have lunch, because GWEN is craving for the Design school malay stall. And to my surprise it was CCN day. Killer crowds and each and everyone of them pursuing their dreams of becoming an entrepreneur by yes, SCREAMING AND SHOUTING to sell their stuffs. Way to go dudes! LOL. Met up with Aidah and Ain for lunchie as well. I swear, Aidah is one tall hot babe. Okaye period. LOL.

Photo's from school and of course, The red beret presentation.

My Best Friend, the official Commando

I went to my brother's red beret presentation today. It was a cool parade with pyrotechnics and stuffs. Yes the commandoes impressed me today. Well, i'm there for my best friend; the deepest moral support one could give to a brother. There wasn't distinctive discrimination of colour during the whole event as he warned me beforehand but i was slightly uneasy and cautious with everything i do.

But then again, i have to put my mind straight. I'm attending the event because it's for my god damn best friend here, so screw the negativity in my mind. I was seating comfortably with Gwen, because we reached rather early, so his mom called me to reserved the surrounding seats for them. I did but we were told to be seated by 1745hours, but his family weren't here yet and i swear the spectators are filling in really fast. But yeah, as usual the officials told me to give up the surrounding seats around me. Thank you very much huh, they don't really have to give that weird smirk on their faces that i am the only malay dude down there and reserving seats is like a typical doing of my race. It's okaye when you don't have a million of gazing eyes staring at you. It was my utmost point of uncomfortability. When they came, they told me i was seated at the wrong end. But me and Gwen were certained that my brother told me he was at the 2nd Coy. Oh well, since his mother and girlfriend told me that he is atthe other end. Me and Gwen gave up our seats and eventually joined them at the other end where the 1st Coy were.

Well, we weren't offered any seats so just stood at the back row with the rest of the officials. What a bummer. LOL. Anyway, the parade commenced and stuff. I could have sworn we were at the wrong Coy because i couldn't even spot my short brother at where i was standing hahaha. But after glancing through the 2nd Coy, SPOTTED him big time. Not that he was extremely short la(haha sorry brother), i could figure out his physique and facial features even each and everyone of them looked alike with the camo face paint and all. Woohoo, quedos to my sharp eyesight! Yay!

But overall, we took photos and stuff and left altogether from the camp. He was shagged from his 72km route march, which i could understand his lack of sense of humourr and snaps. haha. Me and Gwen left for Simpang. I wished he could joined us but yeah, family time is good even though he offered, cause i am family! HAHA and gwen is invited MUAHAHAHA, nevermind you guys don't get me. LOL.

Anyway, Actually some how i think, i've not been a good best friend.
It doesn't satisfy me enough to actually be the ultimate best friend one could have.
We're worlds apart, i'm under the infantry side and yes you are in the commando wing.
One could differentiate on how all our friends are. Somehow, it feels weird during the parade when all eyes are staring at me. Bleahz. Call me over cautious, but i'm not; literally.

Going to the parade was actually provened that hey, my brother is really darn proud to have me as his best friend because considering there ain't any of my colour in his whole battalion (if you catch my drift here) so to actually have him to put my name on his guestlist for the parade was something impressive and it shows he is proud enough to invite me. That thought occured my mind, but somehow i kept thinking i've havent done enough to prove that,

"Dude, you're my brother; Do or die."

Oh well, i don't know how could i be assured of it but somehow, i know one day it'll be proven. I attended the parade for my brother no one else but my brother. Peace.
To the brother, congratulations. Commandoes to me will always be the front liner to look up too. Especially, when you're in it.

"...commandobro..."

P.S. I've broken up with my girlfriend, because she merely thought we were just flinging. I swear, i've never felt like a piece of garbage ever in my life. And yes with that, i am not proud of her ever.

Bus Rides and Being Fat

The bus ride back home today was fine, except that i didn't get to sleep. It's weird on how, the bus passengers would dominate the pair of seats as though the darn seats are meant only for one ass. For chrissakes! Be considerate, and at least have both of your butt cheeks to lay on only ONE darn seat, not the both of them. I understand, if you're the epitome of humongous but then again, your ass can be as scrawny as two peas in a pod. Pardon me, but ass big as my round ass is, i gladfully occupy only one seat. Not both. And isn't it uncomfortable to sit on the joint of the two seats? Unless you have no crack to begin with. Hurhur.

Besides engulfing the entire pair of seats, some aunties would gladfully place their pretty little purses or handbags on the other seat and totally ignore and seemed pretty unaware of her surroundings. I wonder what is going through her mind. Your purses are not Birkin's or Balenciaga's. It's could even be a fake LV. So please be considerate alright. All these Singaporean traits, are pretty foolish but yet amusing. I mean, you should see all the smirks on their faces when engulfing the whole entire seats to them. With passengers squashed against the windows, marking their territory with drools and pressed lips, even a can of sardine would be comfortable. And there you are, sitting on two seats or with your pretty bags sitting on another.

Besides my bus ride; i just wanna say FAT PEOPLE DO BECOME THIN.

For example, Andrea Fonseka. The photo above proves justice. I clearly remember her as the fat Miss Malaysia in 2004 because her little jiggly weight were prouncing around on stage during the pageant, causing agonising pain for the judges and audience. But, take a look at her now! A client of Marie France, voila. She's mighty hot.

Catch her on Deal or No Deal on Channel 5. Oh i didn't know Claire and Rachel Jedrek are in it too. Haha.

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For the moment there, i sounded rehearsed.

P.S. pardon for the bad resolution of the photo, and both the photos are not edited or photoshopped.

I'm watching Army Daze now. Remember the famous local movie. I swear it's fuckin' funny la. Hahaha. Kenny Pereira, the softie in the army, is just classic.
Quoted by Kenny Pereira in the movie (the toilet cleaning scene),
"I cannot believe i'm doing this you know!
This is so Unreal! This is so Unglamorous!
Malcolm!? This is why my parents makes me join the Junior College, to join the army and SCRUB TOILETS?!" - Kenny Pereira

"Recruit PEREIRA! Is there a problem??" - Corporal Ong

"*Gulps* No Corporal, no problem. This is very rewarding.
My mission is to be a housewife in Hougang. Hee." - Recruit Kenny Pereira as he scrubs awayyy gleefully with all the other misfits bursting out in laughter!

MAHAHAHA, i swear the scene and the movie is just uber classic la. The good ol' Army Days.

I am gonna have my broccolli's now! I love broccolli's! Don't we all!!? HAHA, goodnight all.

"....i can't wait!...."

Mother's think they don't nag, they're just constantly reminding you to do and not to do things.
Mother's think when the son goes out with a girl-friend, she might end up becoming her daughter-in-law or worse, pregnant.
Mother's think the later you sleep, the uglier you get.
Mother's think the later you come home, the lesser you love her.
Mother's think the more she asks the same question, the certainty she gets.
Mother's think to get you listen, she uses the benefit of her age.
Mother's think that telling you, her history would change you.
Mother's think by raising her voice would make things clearer.
Mother's think there's only one woman in the world, that is her.
Now, i think that is true.


Happy Mother's Day Momsie Womsie.


"...brother's beret!..."

Massive moodswings lately. I just need to calm down and have things their right way.

Momentarily unhappy.
Momentarily pissed.
But definitely angry.

Understandings seemed unknown,
Feelings are never considered.
The heart has a wound,
Trashed by word.

Argh, life now is at the utmost, lowest point.
Haiz.

Bloated Tummy

I just touched down, home that is. It was a night of feast at the ever so favourite local haunt, Simpang Bedok with the army buddies. Seriously, it's been eons since i gorge down those local delicacies. For example,
Specimen 1 - Lemon Chicken
Specimen 2 - Fried Cuttlefish with Pineapple
Specimen 3 - Barbequed Sambal Stingray
Specimen 4 - Hotplate Beancurd with Tiger Prawns
Specimen 5 - Prawns with Curried Oats
Specimen 6 - Black Pepper Beef Kailan
Specimen 7 - Chicken and Beef Satay
Specimen 8 - Chicken Rice

Yes, a table of 11, with orders of size large, i swore we looked like hooligans off to devour some carcass. But then again, it's good, IT IS DARN GOOD. Now, tell me, doesn't the list of food we ordered makes your mouth water? Seriously, we dominate the eatery there while watching American Idol and Prison Break on the screwed LCD tv of Spize. Soon after, we ended our scrumptous dinner at 11 and headed for a road trip. But to no where really far, but Punggol. But it was hell fun, but ended way too early due to work commitments tomorrow. What a bummer!

Honestly, even after swallowing all those morsels of food, by thinking of it makes me drool, mentally. Seriously! One can never have enough but not everyday la, then whats the point of having a feast when daily, what you is actually a FEAST. Oh well, the rest had dessert, but i have to pass on that because my eyes are glued on to the TV then. Plus, i wasn't craving for any desserts.

For that, i shall end off this entry with a, *burp*

"...spanish eyes..."

Another Colour Event

Ah yes. Pay just cashed in. At least now, i'm a few hundreds richer than usual. Hmm. I'll be hitting Simpang Bedok tonight with the army people for some feasting to be done heh. It's pretty cool i might say oh plus, i've got killer diarrhoea now. Go figure. -.-"

Anyway, the brother is back! haha. Pretty obvious, isn't it? heh, after he invaded my tagboard massively. He came over late last night around 2am to pass this pretty cool cap he bought got me from Taiwan. Love it to the core la brother!, and thanks for travelling to my place late at night just to pass me the souvenir hurhur. Funneh la that bugger.

The Reunion. So, this huge kickass event have been keeping me up and going for almost 24/7. Seriously, to make my 5 year secondary school reunion is no easy task. I'm going crazy. Well being the vice-chairman in the committee really puts you hot under the collar especially when the committee is a bunch of laymen. No offence, but seriously, the lack of experience organising a huge event can cause alot of drama for them. It's hard for them to actually crack their brains up to venture into other means on settling problems, plus they kept forgetting on having a back up plan. Oh well i'm glad enough that i'm here to teach the pro's and con's of organising formal and kickass parties. HAHA, i sound uber old and such a veteran. Now now, veteran yes, but the old thing, i shouldn't have even type it in the first place HAH.

The theme the committee wanted was something like my 21st birthday bash, a huge explosion of colours. As for me i initially wanted something monochromatic, or something glamorous with splashes of red, gold and white. But then again, majority wins plus, i could even recycle the stuff i used for deco during my birthday party anyway! haha. But of course, i'm not calling the event "Psychedelic Splashes of Colours", again. After much brainstorming, from "A Night Of Colours", "A Kaleidoscopic Event Of Tones" which all sounded uber tacky and seriously, scary. I came up with something more direct, and pretty much the name didn't imply much on the theme but the graphics pretty much screams at your face about the striking colours of the night. I simply call it, "The Reunion". MAHAHAHA. Hey, it's simple enough okaye. Well, again an event organised by, yours truly. I swear, every single year i always have an impactful event that drives myself nuts, but puts other delirously happy. =D

"...winter sonata..."

Shadows are my friends
And the light hates my face
It hides behind the clouds
In its institute of grace
And our children warm their beds
With dreams of growing old
But deception has run rampant
And their futures have been mistold

Just put me in the car
And drive so far
Until I'm free again
And whisper in my ear
That all these years
I've been dreaming
Then you kiss me goodnight
And it'll be all right
It'll be all right
It'll be all right
It'll be all that I have ever asked of you

Darkness thinks I'm pretty
And the rain covets my soul
But the women think I'm ugly
They care not for hearts of gold
And freedom teaches nothing
If only to create
Lately innocence is jaded
Only preachers hate

Just put me in the car
And drive so far
Until I'm free again
And whisper in my ear
That all these years
I've been dreaming
Then you kiss me goodnight
And it'll be all right
It'll be all right
It'll be all right
It'll be all that I have ever asked of you

Just put me in the car
And drive so far
Until I'm free again

Then you kiss me goodnight
And it'll be all right
It'll be all right
It'll be all right
It'll be all that I ever asked of you

Another Monday Morning

It's the wee hours of Monday. And yet again, the eyes decided not to rest. I had a tiring day today, so i thought. I hit the gym in the evening and went off for some cycling. Which i thought, it would make me sleep earlier because of the fatigue i incurred. BUT NO, here i am typing in a entry. Which, i thought i wouldn't want to type an entry today but then again; my eyes are wide awake now; so why not aye?

Another long 5 day work week. Depressing? Yes it is.

I sprained my neck and the pain is excruciating. I look like a duck on weed. And when i walk, i swear the funky chicken does its walk better than i do now. Argh, i hate neck sprains. I can't even turn my head completely but instead the whole body rotates. RAH!

I've got nothing to blog now, evidently. I try to fight off this late night by typing a boring entry which may make me doze off soon, but it seem my usual remedy of blogging before i sleep doesn't seem to work. =(

Whatever it is now, i shall toss and turn for a few more hours before i drag myself out of bed for work. Hey, at least this week the best friend is back from Taiwan! Boy how much i miss that brother of mine!

"....everything...."

Busy

I've been so busy i swore earlier a bee came and mocked me.

-1st May
Promised Rong and Liy to meet up but things got a little haywire at home. Making me the only man of the house run around like a huge a nut on crack. The toilet door fell apart because the oil on the roller thingies were all dried up. So, here comes Mr. Fix-it-all; me. After half an hour of toil and torment, the door is as good as new! Next up, was the clockage of my god damn sink. The sink was full of filthy water and it is not going down the drain. Which made me lie under the sink and twist and turn my spanner with water and eeky stuff dropping on me. I am so sorry Liy and Rong i didn't hear the phone rang when i was underneath the sink. When i heard it, you gave me 4 missed calls and when i was about to answer the fifth call, the phone slipped from hands and landed, yes you know where.. into the sink. I could have sworn i heard the ring tone when, bleahz on me. Of course i was panic-striken! But thank god it was my military phone, some useless 2100. As i retrieved it from the sink, the screen when blank. Well, it wasn't my 1st time my phone went for a swim. So, took the parts apart and left it to dry for 24 hours or so. My mom left the home, so there was no way i could replace my phone rah. I'm not using my home phone anymore because there is no use of it! (until now). So i waited till night to message Rong and Liy that i couldn't make it, because i realised when i was done plumbing and screwing it was 330. RAH. I felt so bad and i think they're mad at me bah. But what can i do, i was pretty hysterical trying to rush the work and time is not on my side haiz. I shouldn't have made my promise to go out with them, haiz. I swear Labour Day wasn't really fun okaye. RAH.


-2nd May until Now, -
MOBILISATION. What can i do? I'll be stuck in camp or home. Either one because i'm on standby 24/7 until next week, the 8th. Irritating. But i managed to go out today, i mean yesterday heh. Was at Clinic, and it was cool because they launched a new night, playing hits from then till now. It was a myriad of songs. Coolios. Met up with some friends from the secondary school since i assume the usual Weekenders are busy because they didn't reply my smses. But hell yeah, Clinic was uber. Better yet, it's free! Yay to smses heh since i'm broke i swear thank god it was a free party night hehe. Hearts goes to it. Next up, i'm pretty caught up with a Secondary School event. Yes. Secondary School, so Nad, if you're reading this be prepared la. LoL. A reunion for my secondary school and i'm in charged of deco and stuff. Duh typically me. Oh well, with that i leave you one of the posters of the event that i've worked on it's not the main poster though because blogger is being an ass and just wouldn't upload the nicer one rah. With appropriately and directly themed "The Reunion" ahahaha and yes as you can see, it's another PSYCHEDELIC PARTY! woohoo! I wanted it to be a black and white event but the committee decides on something uber mardi gras colourfulish event so yah, psychedelic shots it is!. So Ciaoz.



"....sorri la de...."

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