About 2 hours into the year 2008, while everyone (mostly) was practically out for the rest of the day and most probably gonna breathe their last breaths of the year 2007 somewhere out there, perhaps at the city square or anywhere where thousands and thousands of people gonna squeeze themselves into sardine for the sake of cow-down and oops I mean countdown; while me myself as you can see is still stuck in the house alone. Yes, alone. Sometimes, it's nice to be alone.
Well not that I'm an absolute misanthrope but it's just that I've never been good with crowds (and never been good with those sardine-squeezing events), especially strangers. I did receive invitation to party but I scratched it, just didn't feel like it at all. Just a few moments ago I was still in that middle of a mini party organized by my parents' friends and whatever, I walked home alone right after I have finished my meal. Perhaps my mum was right, I need to behave better than this. It's like, even those "seniors" have had to greet me first before I would greet them (it's a well-known tradition in Chinese community that youngsters should greet their seniors first). Yes, everyone started to label me as an "odd" appearance and some sort of Ah Beng or gangster with no sense of politeness at all, and yes I know that, and why should I even care? (My mum and dad scolded, she said "no, you must care!" - bla)
Oh heck it's New Year! Why am I here keep blabbering about how I behaved. I shall start doing what I'm here for.
Let's conclude my days before this, let's see... (not in chronological order)
1) As mentioned, my evilness and stubbornness have definitely worsen throughout the years.
2) I have broken my record for ice-cream consumption this year.
3) I have broken my record for Fastest Mine Sweepers and obtained best time so far and 111 seconds in Expert mode concluded my minesweeping career for the year 2007.
4) I think I've lost a few friends this year.
5) And I gained a few new friends this year.
6) I fell in love for the first time. (alright I know it's super unusual and unlikely to link that word with me)
7) And of course, fell into hell right after that, as expected.
8) I fell from a 7 feet-high staircase and hit jackpot on my back waist, for the bloody first time, and it's a painful first time (no dirty thoughts)
9) Fell sick for several months, definitely a broken record.
10) I have achieved zero-hostility this year, definitely a thing to be proud of.
11) Went to a concert for the first time.
12) Finally understand what's a God like.
13) Went to a Comic Fiesta and see cosplay for the first time.
14) Increased my hatred towards cigarettes and smokers.
15) Contrastively, increased my interest in alcohol. (okay I know drinking is never a good thing to do, and don't you worry, I still have not touched any beer so far :))
16) Committed the most serious crime in my life so far, that having downloaded SO MANY songs.
17) Got the worst examination result in my life.
18) Watched the most anime.
19) Got my very first laptop/computer, and I had to pay for it myself =_=.
20) Got my very first handphone which is paid by my parents.
21) Celebrated my birthday for the first time and got my very first birthday present (tangible) from friends in my life, I'm serious.
22) Regained contact with an old friend/kiddo-enemy, but lost contact after a few days. Definitely the first of its kind in my life.
23) Skipped classes and circled around Subang Jaya looking for nice wheels, and seen that much of nice cars for the first time in my life.
24) Decided to stop eating ice-cream, chocolate, fried food, and spicy food for the first time.
25) And doubt I'll keep that habit in the following year, for the first time.
26) Did lots of silly things which I would not tell, for the first time.
27) Knowing Kenny Sia the ultimate blogger, for the first time (yes I know I'm snail'ly-turtle'ly-slowpoke'ly slow, oh come on...)
28) Having blogging for nine months (and understand what blogging's like for the first time), and achieved 3k+ hits, you guys serious? O.O
29) Played the least games.
30) Spoiled my very first MP3 player's earphone for the first time.
31) Casted my interest in English songs for the very first time in my life, thanks to Avril Lavigne.
32) Lost my interest in Chinese songs for the very first time, thanks to nobody.
33) Casted my interest in Metal and Punk Rock. And special thanks to Ellegarden.
34) Casted my interest in learning guitar, thanks to The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya and Aya Hirano. (Alright I know this is stupid)
35) Officially worked part-time as permitted by parents for the first time (I did that secretly before this).
36) Opened personal bank account for the first time, and who knows why I need two.
37) Changed my 4-years-old spectacles.
38) Never felt lonelier than this year.
39) Ends my blogging in 2007 with 92 glorious entries in total.
Well, guess I'll be spending my New Year eve with my bed. For those of you who enjoyed your cow-down, and also those of you who couldn't spend this special moment with anyone at all just like me, Happy New Year. Let us embrace everything new in the coming year, and let us continue our suffer together. :)
Life's what living for, who knows what could happen, do what you do, just keep on laughing. One thing's true, there's always brand new day. Adios.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
Mother(eff'fing) Nature's Most Useless Creation (sorry)
D.U.S.T.
Don't you think so?
Yeah don't you think so?
Don't you think so?
Yeah don't you think so?
You still reading my blog?? (*Big eyes rolling, I mean as big as those alien eyes you've seen in Mars Attacks*)
Sorry for not updating my blog frequently, I have not been able to get Internet connection for many weeks now. I'll try whenever possible. But don't expect cool pictures as requested by some (yeah you two), no, not at least for now. I am rushing to blog here (I'm at UTAR) so don't expect me to come out with any nice thing to laugh at or cool pictures to see.
And sorry again.
And sorry again.
How can you not love Malaysia?
On this extremely sleepy morning (woke up at 6, I had to), my dad threw me the paper and said "Oh, B. B. was killed. At last, they got her." NOTE: Hereby me and my father hold no grudge against any particular political party in that country at all, Pakistan, if you hadn't knew.
"Okay now tell me, who the heck is this 'Baby'?" (I thought).
"Who is she anyway???"
"She's one of the most influential party leaders in Pakistan. Her husband was assassinated years ago and she was repelled out of the country since then. She made a come-back not long ago and a suicide attack was launched too but she left unharmed. And now, they finally got her."
(Like I care. No I didn't show any disrespect both to my dad and the dead itself, I mean, as you all know I have not touched politics for long. Yes, for long.)
As usual, my discussion with dad wouldn't lead us any farther than those few simple sentences. Captivated by the news and the casualties themselves (don't tell me "20" is not much, casualty can NEVER be too few), I started to think...
We've got corruption.
We've got mild racism. (solely personal opinion, no offense please)
We've got government inefficiency. (see the sentence above)
We've got mild demonstration just not long ago, call it a mild case of riot if you would.
We've got people who was willing to spend several millions to send a coconut (oh, what do you call our "head" in Malay again?) into the space when the people weren't even readied to solve alarming issues such as poverty and flood. (see that word in my heart, did you see that "F" arising?)
No, I'm not pointing the finger to anybody. It's just that, I'm actually glad.
I'm glad, for that we do not have any civil war (I doubt this will last long, please, no more eff-fing useless demonstration please! Those guys won't hear you damn it!) or hostility with any country at all.
I'm serious, I'm really glad. To think that we are indirectly allowing corruption to root in the very foundation of our ruling of the people; to think that only 2 out of 10 Malaysians out there who dare (or "care") to dig out that old 513 thingy and started talking his grandmother story to how certain race was treated MANY years ago; to think that we've got a government, which can't actually be labelled as "not doing anything at all", just that "they will start working after 1,000 complains have been made", pardon me I mean 100,000; to think that those police forces of us would have to play water-shooting once in a while to psyche themselves up (and perhaps the Malays and Indians too); to think that we can finally shoot our flag up high into the sky, and finally proudly declared "we've finally leaped into a new era", just to "show that we are capable of doing this" to other countries or in fact "we are rich enough to do this, you cared?" I-don't-eff'fing-know. To think all of that, though most of us (or perhaps only me) might have discontent regarding every single little "effort" that our government trying to strive, at least no casualty was caused.
Yeah, no casualty was caused. I like that.
Yeah I mean, I can stand Malaysia, for now, more than Pakistan, more than China, more than Korea, don't you think?
Yeah, don't you think?
"Okay now tell me, who the heck is this 'Baby'?" (I thought).
"Who is she anyway???"
"She's one of the most influential party leaders in Pakistan. Her husband was assassinated years ago and she was repelled out of the country since then. She made a come-back not long ago and a suicide attack was launched too but she left unharmed. And now, they finally got her."
(Like I care. No I didn't show any disrespect both to my dad and the dead itself, I mean, as you all know I have not touched politics for long. Yes, for long.)
As usual, my discussion with dad wouldn't lead us any farther than those few simple sentences. Captivated by the news and the casualties themselves (don't tell me "20" is not much, casualty can NEVER be too few), I started to think...
We've got corruption.
We've got mild racism. (solely personal opinion, no offense please)
We've got government inefficiency. (see the sentence above)
We've got mild demonstration just not long ago, call it a mild case of riot if you would.
We've got people who was willing to spend several millions to send a coconut (oh, what do you call our "head" in Malay again?) into the space when the people weren't even readied to solve alarming issues such as poverty and flood. (see that word in my heart, did you see that "F" arising?)
No, I'm not pointing the finger to anybody. It's just that, I'm actually glad.
I'm glad, for that we do not have any civil war (I doubt this will last long, please, no more eff-fing useless demonstration please! Those guys won't hear you damn it!) or hostility with any country at all.
I'm serious, I'm really glad. To think that we are indirectly allowing corruption to root in the very foundation of our ruling of the people; to think that only 2 out of 10 Malaysians out there who dare (or "care") to dig out that old 513 thingy and started talking his grandmother story to how certain race was treated MANY years ago; to think that we've got a government, which can't actually be labelled as "not doing anything at all", just that "they will start working after 1,000 complains have been made", pardon me I mean 100,000; to think that those police forces of us would have to play water-shooting once in a while to psyche themselves up (and perhaps the Malays and Indians too); to think that we can finally shoot our flag up high into the sky, and finally proudly declared "we've finally leaped into a new era", just to "show that we are capable of doing this" to other countries or in fact "we are rich enough to do this, you cared?" I-don't-eff'fing-know. To think all of that, though most of us (or perhaps only me) might have discontent regarding every single little "effort" that our government trying to strive, at least no casualty was caused.
Yeah, no casualty was caused. I like that.
Yeah I mean, I can stand Malaysia, for now, more than Pakistan, more than China, more than Korea, don't you think?
Yeah, don't you think?
Thursday, December 20, 2007
"You are what you eat" (What does it gonna do with my entry here? =.=)
Let me hereby strictly emphasize on the fact that I am NOT a good ol' little obedient cute cute pink colour Hello Kitty kinda guy(kid) that every family loves to have before I continue. I am in fact, an awfully hopeless big-time sucker, who practically never gives a damn about what's gonna happen to his family as long as he is well being so long as God (in this case, I'm referring to Gerard) has not landed his fist-of-fury onto this mutha-eff'er for every single sinful deed of his. I had but not once scolded my mum, I had once "pretended" to hit my grandma, I had but not once scolded my grandma, I had but not once ignored the many advises from my family, I had but not once ran away from home, I had but not once the feeling of having to annihilate the whole of my family members (now now now don't go staring at me with that look of yours, it was a process of growing up am I right?). All in all I still want to emphasize on this, I am NOT an obedient friendly neighbourhood child of yours, alright?
No, I'm NOT an angel trapped inside the body of a devil, I'm too evil for that. (Sorry Kenny Sia)
Yes, indeed I am a devil trapped inside the body of a devil, perhaps more than that. (Sorry again)
Okay, let me get straight to the point. I just had a dinner together with my family. And yes, a homemade dinner, by my dad.
What? Isn't that more than enough to convince you that I'm glad and in fact happy about it? The fact is, I've never been able to eat together with my family for months now (HOMEMADE I mean). If any of you staying outside such as renting a house or hostel you would understand my feeling. The troublesome and tiresome of having constantly Ta Pau'ing outside is simply, awful. Despite the fact that you have had to wait for up to an hour and STILL get shytty food, or risking to upset your stomach with all those dirty and unhealthy treats out there (you never know what you could find in your meals, cockroaches, flies, oh, and tons of Aji-no-Motto, if I ever give a shyt about its spelling), of many issues. There was once, that this stupid shyt got me, which ultimately led to a melancholy (I'm serious) of mine that I avoided to eat outside, even though nobody cooks at home. So? I ended up starving myself for a whole darn week.
No not that I'm that sensitive or paranoid towards outside food, it's just that I'm lazy (aha there you go you lame bastard) to go around and Ta Pau all that nonsense. But after having to live under such condition, I've suddenly came to realize that how important are my parents to me.
...
Yes, you got me right. And that came out from a badass sucker, me.
...
No, you got me wrong. Let me rephrase, I mean I came to realize that how important are my parents to me, as COOK.
...
...
Damn Shack, you bastard.
Yes, scold all you want.
I love you dad, for your dishes tonight. Although I know I will have to go Ta Pau'ing all my way to end thispeaceful pissful holiday of mine starting from tomorrow onwards, again.
Be glad and eat while/what you can and don't go all way complaining about your parents' cooking before you forget what I said here, and what I'm undergoing.
P/S: Bro Yang Guo, sorry la for the Comic Fiesta thingy. I'll see which day I suddenly have the mood and dig it out and talk about it again XD And congratz that you have finally joined this insane bunch of bloggers, welcome to blogosphere my friend~
Darn I just couldn't stop myself from doing this, I stress again, I am NOT a good good good X1000000 son, I'm just another sicko that you can find out there.
No, I'm NOT an angel trapped inside the body of a devil, I'm too evil for that. (Sorry Kenny Sia)
Yes, indeed I am a devil trapped inside the body of a devil, perhaps more than that. (Sorry again)Okay, let me get straight to the point. I just had a dinner together with my family. And yes, a homemade dinner, by my dad.
What? Isn't that more than enough to convince you that I'm glad and in fact happy about it? The fact is, I've never been able to eat together with my family for months now (HOMEMADE I mean). If any of you staying outside such as renting a house or hostel you would understand my feeling. The troublesome and tiresome of having constantly Ta Pau'ing outside is simply, awful. Despite the fact that you have had to wait for up to an hour and STILL get shytty food, or risking to upset your stomach with all those dirty and unhealthy treats out there (you never know what you could find in your meals, cockroaches, flies, oh, and tons of Aji-no-Motto, if I ever give a shyt about its spelling), of many issues. There was once, that this stupid shyt got me, which ultimately led to a melancholy (I'm serious) of mine that I avoided to eat outside, even though nobody cooks at home. So? I ended up starving myself for a whole darn week.
No not that I'm that sensitive or paranoid towards outside food, it's just that I'm lazy (aha there you go you lame bastard) to go around and Ta Pau all that nonsense. But after having to live under such condition, I've suddenly came to realize that how important are my parents to me.
...
Yes, you got me right. And that came out from a badass sucker, me.
...
No, you got me wrong. Let me rephrase, I mean I came to realize that how important are my parents to me, as COOK.
...
...
Damn Shack, you bastard.
Yes, scold all you want.
I love you dad, for your dishes tonight. Although I know I will have to go Ta Pau'ing all my way to end this
Be glad and eat while/what you can and don't go all way complaining about your parents' cooking before you forget what I said here, and what I'm undergoing.P/S: Bro Yang Guo, sorry la for the Comic Fiesta thingy. I'll see which day I suddenly have the mood and dig it out and talk about it again XD And congratz that you have finally joined this insane bunch of bloggers, welcome to blogosphere my friend~
Darn I just couldn't stop myself from doing this, I stress again, I am NOT a good good good X1000000 son, I'm just another sicko that you can find out there.
Monday, December 17, 2007
ArseKicking Speed
As usual, the second thing I do after I turned on the computer and online in the office (what's the first thing? take a hard wild guess), is to turn on eMule and continue with my wild downloads. Today, I was well fascinated by the download speed, it's SERIOUSLY the fastest I've seen in my life. I sensed a bit of luck today.
But then, it's Ayumi Hamasaki lar my friend, of course it's unusually faster than any other downloads la.
But then, it's Ayumi Hamasaki lar my friend, of course it's unusually faster than any other downloads la.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
"Ah haha"
Both of them gonna be out for two days, alone at home. Anyone wants to 收留 me? (T_T)
Speaking of my parents, they just asked for my result days ago (though I am already acknowledged of that for a long time, I didn't tell them, DUH). Well, what did I do? I just...
Mom: Hey, what makes them take so long to mark your paper? When is your result coming out?
zLz: Oh, it's already out.
Mom: What!? When?
zLz: Erm... Well... A long time ago, I guess.
Mom: Why didn't tell me? How was it?
zLz: Ah, hahahahahaha (laugh my way to my room) <<<---- -_="""
Mom: How was it?
zLz: Ah haha... Bad.
Mom: What!? What happened!? How bad!?
zLz: Ah haha, almost failed.
Mom: What is wrong with you this sem!?
zLz: Ah haha.
Mom: Did something bother you this sem?
zLz: Ah haha.
Mom: ... (went out)
Well, I can almost see that disappointment blink in my mum's eyes. Hah, what to do, I got the worst result in my whole life (YES). Come to think of it, she asked "did something bother you this sem?". You bet, yes! And HELL YES! Not only one, but many things bothered me!
Dad: (In the car) How was your result?
zLz: (like you hadn't know Zzz) Oh, bad. Ah haha...
Dad: What happened to your usual results?
zLz: Ah haha.
Dad: ...
zLz: ...
Yes, that's the kinda conversation I ever had with my dad since birth (typical father-to-son conversation I guess).
Seriously...
Hopeless.
Speaking of my parents, they just asked for my result days ago (though I am already acknowledged of that for a long time, I didn't tell them, DUH). Well, what did I do? I just...
Mom: Hey, what makes them take so long to mark your paper? When is your result coming out?
zLz: Oh, it's already out.
Mom: What!? When?
zLz: Erm... Well... A long time ago, I guess.
Mom: Why didn't tell me? How was it?
zLz: Ah, hahahahahaha (laugh my way to my room) <<<---- -_="""
Mom: How was it?
zLz: Ah haha... Bad.
Mom: What!? What happened!? How bad!?
zLz: Ah haha, almost failed.
Mom: What is wrong with you this sem!?
zLz: Ah haha.
Mom: Did something bother you this sem?
zLz: Ah haha.
Mom: ... (went out)
Well, I can almost see that disappointment blink in my mum's eyes. Hah, what to do, I got the worst result in my whole life (YES). Come to think of it, she asked "did something bother you this sem?". You bet, yes! And HELL YES! Not only one, but many things bothered me!
Dad: (In the car) How was your result?
zLz: (like you hadn't know Zzz) Oh, bad. Ah haha...
Dad: What happened to your usual results?
zLz: Ah haha.
Dad: ...
zLz: ...
Yes, that's the kinda conversation I ever had with my dad since birth (typical father-to-son conversation I guess).
Seriously...
Hopeless.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
"I'm not fcuking okay" (yes I'm not)
I'm okay
I'm okay!
I'm okay now
(I'm okay now)
But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay!
(Trust Me)
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm not o-fcuking-kay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
(Okay)
I'm okay!
I'm okay now
(I'm okay now)
But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay!
(Trust Me)
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm not o-fcuking-kay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
(Okay)
Do you think I'm okay? I think I went nuts. XD
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
You're just a sad song, with nothing to say.
She said "they wouldn't listen anyway, and they are not worthed it".
I started to think...
Aha, it WAS really me anyway. I was right, if anything is to happen, I must be the one. Hah, though I didn't expect she'd perceive me that way, that "I wouldn't listen". Yeah of course I have been all hotheaded but then, I couldn't accept the fact that I'm being accused as "won't listen anyway". But maybe she was right.
And again, she still clings hard into believing that she is the only one on this Earth that is being put into despair. She still thinks that if anyone on this Earth is to be put into the deepest of the deepest in the hell of sorrow, she's the one, and the only one. Well if she thinks that I've been living my life very happily, let it be.
Humans need time, whether you or me, we all need time. I needed, and I have had enough. And I think you still need more. You're the one that is still dreaming.
I mean, WHATEVER! I'm so eff-fing couldn't care less! (But why am I writing this?)
Damn, I need more MCR, more emo, put me to sleep please.
And whether you are reading this, I don't give a eff-fing shyt! Live your life your own way damn it, think for yourself, not for others. And because of all this shyt my relationship with someone else is greatly impaired, though he didn't say it was because of this but I know it. Am I blaming you? NO.
I started to think...
Aha, it WAS really me anyway. I was right, if anything is to happen, I must be the one. Hah, though I didn't expect she'd perceive me that way, that "I wouldn't listen". Yeah of course I have been all hotheaded but then, I couldn't accept the fact that I'm being accused as "won't listen anyway". But maybe she was right.
And again, she still clings hard into believing that she is the only one on this Earth that is being put into despair. She still thinks that if anyone on this Earth is to be put into the deepest of the deepest in the hell of sorrow, she's the one, and the only one. Well if she thinks that I've been living my life very happily, let it be.
Humans need time, whether you or me, we all need time. I needed, and I have had enough. And I think you still need more. You're the one that is still dreaming.
I mean, WHATEVER! I'm so eff-fing couldn't care less! (But why am I writing this?)
Damn, I need more MCR, more emo, put me to sleep please.
And whether you are reading this, I don't give a eff-fing shyt! Live your life your own way damn it, think for yourself, not for others. And because of all this shyt my relationship with someone else is greatly impaired, though he didn't say it was because of this but I know it. Am I blaming you? NO.
World of Tender eFf-me-please
Just not long ago my boss walked towards me, and said to me "Our tender price for the Project XXX is a million more expensive than other bidders."
A "tender price" is a price that a particular company used to bid for a particular project offered by a particular contractor (I think so). And so one of my jobs in this company is to calculate the tender price that we should bid in order to "win" that project over (hence, we must attract people with a cheaper price, but not as cheap as to the extent of making a loss). My last tender calculated took me weeks, the longest I've done. Cause it was a eff-fing HUGEASS church, no kidding. Have you seen a church with 6 floors? Not enough? How about 6 floors AND 3 holy eff-fing basements?
If someone told you that the tender price that they calculated are accurate, they are probably lying. NO ONE, I repeat, NO ONE on this Earth can do it without a single mistake AT ALL. Especially with this kinda ass kicking huge church, it leaves me no ground to be "perfect" at all.
Guess what's the price that I calculated for this *holy* church? A freaking RM 15,000,000.00 damn it! Our price is a million more than others, that's only accounted to 6.6 percent! I mean, unless other bidders don't need to earn profit at all, but what the heck is wrong with this!? @.@ Okay, the main point here is, I'm starting to doubt whether I did something wrong somewhere. As you all know, you get more mistakes with more work. (Though my superior kinda "consoled" me that it wasn't my fault, that it IS that way, that... bla. But still...)
AHA, think twice, no, you should think three times before you decided to employ me in your future firm.
I'm dead...
...
A "tender price" is a price that a particular company used to bid for a particular project offered by a particular contractor (I think so). And so one of my jobs in this company is to calculate the tender price that we should bid in order to "win" that project over (hence, we must attract people with a cheaper price, but not as cheap as to the extent of making a loss). My last tender calculated took me weeks, the longest I've done. Cause it was a eff-fing HUGEASS church, no kidding. Have you seen a church with 6 floors? Not enough? How about 6 floors AND 3 holy eff-fing basements?
If someone told you that the tender price that they calculated are accurate, they are probably lying. NO ONE, I repeat, NO ONE on this Earth can do it without a single mistake AT ALL. Especially with this kinda ass kicking huge church, it leaves me no ground to be "perfect" at all.
Guess what's the price that I calculated for this *holy* church? A freaking RM 15,000,000.00 damn it! Our price is a million more than others, that's only accounted to 6.6 percent! I mean, unless other bidders don't need to earn profit at all, but what the heck is wrong with this!? @.@ Okay, the main point here is, I'm starting to doubt whether I did something wrong somewhere. As you all know, you get more mistakes with more work. (Though my superior kinda "consoled" me that it wasn't my fault, that it IS that way, that... bla. But still...)
AHA, think twice, no, you should think three times before you decided to employ me in your future firm.
I'm dead...
You silly boys
I'm now crunching a nice anime, School Rumble. And I'm somewhat... captivated by its ending song, Onna no Ko Otoko no Ko by Yuko Ogura. It's actually an easy listening song and really fun to dance along but then... its lyrics... Yes, made me feel silly =.=
Seriously...
Boys are always chasing after girls
All day long, always thinking about girls
But even so, boys are still so silly
See? They don't understand at all about how a girl feels
Ah! You really are hopeless, you silly guy.
Do you want me to tell you, you silly guy?
That's right! The most important thing in this world
I think it's the timing afterall, isn't it? Or is it so?
And why do girls also fall in love with boys.
All night long, not being able to sleep, captivated by boys.
But boys are always silly aren't they?
They still don't undestand a girl's heart at all.
Hey there, you silly silly guy.
Shall I reveal it to you, you silly guy?
That's right! The most important thing in this world
The thing you absolutely cannot take for granted
I think it's the timing afterall isn't it?
That's right!
When you say "I love you" or when you're on a date, or no matter what you're doing
Ooh, when you're kissing too, when you say good bye too, no matter when it is
That's right! The most important thing in this world is...
I think it's timing isn't it? Isn't it?
Hello!
That's right!
When you say "I love you" or when you're on a date, or no matter what you're doing
Ooh, when you're kissing too, when you say good bye too, no matter when it is
That's right! The most important thing in this world is...
I think it's timing isn't it? Isn't it?
Don't you think?
Lalala~
Alright tuan-tuan sekalian, you silly bunch, start working already!
(But then it's so true.)
Seriously...
...
Boys are always chasing after girls
All day long, always thinking about girls
But even so, boys are still so silly
See? They don't understand at all about how a girl feels
Ah! You really are hopeless, you silly guy.
Do you want me to tell you, you silly guy?
That's right! The most important thing in this world
I think it's the timing afterall, isn't it? Or is it so?
And why do girls also fall in love with boys.
All night long, not being able to sleep, captivated by boys.
But boys are always silly aren't they?
They still don't undestand a girl's heart at all.
Hey there, you silly silly guy.
Shall I reveal it to you, you silly guy?
That's right! The most important thing in this world
The thing you absolutely cannot take for granted
I think it's the timing afterall isn't it?
That's right!
When you say "I love you" or when you're on a date, or no matter what you're doing
Ooh, when you're kissing too, when you say good bye too, no matter when it is
That's right! The most important thing in this world is...
I think it's timing isn't it? Isn't it?
Hello!
That's right!
When you say "I love you" or when you're on a date, or no matter what you're doing
Ooh, when you're kissing too, when you say good bye too, no matter when it is
That's right! The most important thing in this world is...
I think it's timing isn't it? Isn't it?
Don't you think?
Lalala~
...
Alright tuan-tuan sekalian, you silly bunch, start working already!
(But then it's so true.)
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
More exclusive footage
Sorry I still couldn't get enough of MCR...
(Back to America)
Mr. President: It's been a long time boys, so how was the tour?
Gerard: Overall okay, The people were crazed about us back then. It was really a big fuss.
Mikey: It's not okay at all! And there’s these terrors and its like... it feels like if somebody was gripping my... and these terrors... and it feels like... and it feels like if somebody was gripping my throat, tremors? They're not tremors they're worse than tremors... they're... they're these terrors... They're not tremors they're worse than tremors... they're... they're these terrors... and it feels like if somebody was gripping my throat and squeezing... and... and it feel like if somebody was gripping...
Gerard: Enough Mikey, just sleep.
Mikey: Haiz...
Mr. President: What is it? What is wrong with him?
Gerard: Oh, it's just that... That Black Parade Tour at Malaysia was an awful one... Not only I caught a sore throat after dining in their local restaurant, but my brother also caught some kinda trauma there... Because of some lame instructions by the organizer.
Mr. President: Huh?
Gerard: We were not allow to fcuk. I mean, we must not fcuk in Malaysia, they wouldn't like it. We were only allowed to eff.
Mr. President: Hah, that's horrible.
Gerard: And one thing, after this concert I have also learnt that Malaysian are not used to Encore. It's really strange that there was no encore unlike in other countries back then. I'm kinda pissed, frankly.
Mikey: No bro, there was one.
Gerard: Huh?
Mikey: Yeah, there was this wicked soul, shouting alone at the Blue Zone. I don't know about you guys, but I heard it. I'm not sure who he was but there was this "zLz" thingy imprinted on his forehead. But after he shouted for a while, he was not amused by the fact that he was the only one asking for encore, and he shut up afterwards, looking extremely embarrassingly.
Gerard: I see... But back then I only heard some noobs shouting "We want more!". Oh well, I'm just so not use to this Malaysian culture thingy.
(End)
Okay, that particular "Encore" part is true, I really did that I tell you =.= And what the eff is with Malaysian? Did they all go through concerts without encoring at all? It wouldn't hurt to put your eff-fing expensive tickets to a little more than it's worthed you know. HAIH...
Note: That Mikey's reply was extracted from the song Sleep, which Gerard wrote for his dear brother who couldn't sleep at nights due to the pressure in producing the album The Black Parade.
(Back to America)
Mr. President: It's been a long time boys, so how was the tour?
Gerard: Overall okay, The people were crazed about us back then. It was really a big fuss.
Mikey: It's not okay at all! And there’s these terrors and its like... it feels like if somebody was gripping my... and these terrors... and it feels like... and it feels like if somebody was gripping my throat, tremors? They're not tremors they're worse than tremors... they're... they're these terrors... They're not tremors they're worse than tremors... they're... they're these terrors... and it feels like if somebody was gripping my throat and squeezing... and... and it feel like if somebody was gripping...
Gerard: Enough Mikey, just sleep.
Mikey: Haiz...
Mr. President: What is it? What is wrong with him?
Gerard: Oh, it's just that... That Black Parade Tour at Malaysia was an awful one... Not only I caught a sore throat after dining in their local restaurant, but my brother also caught some kinda trauma there... Because of some lame instructions by the organizer.
Mr. President: Huh?
Gerard: We were not allow to fcuk. I mean, we must not fcuk in Malaysia, they wouldn't like it. We were only allowed to eff.
Mr. President: Hah, that's horrible.
Gerard: And one thing, after this concert I have also learnt that Malaysian are not used to Encore. It's really strange that there was no encore unlike in other countries back then. I'm kinda pissed, frankly.
Mikey: No bro, there was one.
Gerard: Huh?
Mikey: Yeah, there was this wicked soul, shouting alone at the Blue Zone. I don't know about you guys, but I heard it. I'm not sure who he was but there was this "zLz" thingy imprinted on his forehead. But after he shouted for a while, he was not amused by the fact that he was the only one asking for encore, and he shut up afterwards, looking extremely embarrassingly.
Gerard: I see... But back then I only heard some noobs shouting "We want more!". Oh well, I'm just so not use to this Malaysian culture thingy.
(End)
Okay, that particular "Encore" part is true, I really did that I tell you =.= And what the eff is with Malaysian? Did they all go through concerts without encoring at all? It wouldn't hurt to put your eff-fing expensive tickets to a little more than it's worthed you know. HAIH...
Note: That Mikey's reply was extracted from the song Sleep, which Gerard wrote for his dear brother who couldn't sleep at nights due to the pressure in producing the album The Black Parade.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Extreme long coverage of MCR Black Parade Tour Stadium Merdeka including exclusive footage here at zLz's Crapping Space
Nasi lemak, gigantic speakers, crowds, sweat, rain, among all the things you'd expect from a concert, at least this is how it was like at My Chemical Romance's The Black Parade Tour 2007 at Malaysia, if not all. Right even before the night of the real thing comes up, my little weak (wicked) heart couldn't contain them all - the excitement of hanging out with my dear friends, the excitement of meeting MCR, the excitement of jumping around (it has been a while since I jumped around like nuts, in public) and the excitement of singing screaming along "MAMA WE ALL GO TO HELL!" with MCR and all the lovely fans of them.
Okay, enough with the bullshyt of how I felt, maybe I should elaborate more on the concert itself. We went to Stadium Merdeka on foot right from Sungei Wang, and it is located near my secondary school, MBSSKL. Oh well, since walking for a long distance is no new thing to us MBS'ians (I mean, you guys used to walk from school all the way to Sungei Wang, Low Yatt, Times Square and who-knows-whereelse to do stuff I-don't-know everyday right?), so it was an easy task all right especially with the cloudy day and crappings with two malatlou's. But due to some unwanted circumstances (ahem, someone spent a-quarter-of-my-lifetime to finish just one simple plate of chicken chest at KFC, despite dubbing himself a proud member of the Chest Club in TARC. Oh, did you say "helper"?), we were late. Yes! Late for a holy-mother-eff-fing-band's concert!
But as we all know, when we say the concert starts at 6:30 p.m., it actually means 7:30 or even 8:00 p.m. in Malaysian context (at least I thought so). So actually it was no big deal at all, we could even spent some time browsing through those self-proclaimed MCR merchandise those Malays selling along the road, and got ourselves a T-shirt each (heck, I got myself a pretty cool one, at least I think so). There were people selling food, refreshments, shirts, posters, car stickers, and even some I-don't-know-what-you-call-but-they-are-to-be-hung-on-your
-neck kinda tags with cool MCR group photo in them. Oh, and there were people promoting Celcom X-Pax too, too bad I was there solely for the concert, not to X.
Being the first time attending such event, not to mention the first time in such a freaking awesome band's concert, but also the first time squeezing along with several thousands of people. I mean, TEN THOUSANDS of people. Though I have been to similar events too but those were not as *doot* (I don't know what word to use here) as this one. One of the things that we could noticed about this concert was most of the audience wore black T, and some even changed with the shirts they bought on the spot (semangat gila). Among the thousands there was this young fellow, who ignored the coolness of wearing black shirts as to cope with the tour's theme, wore a freaking uncool Kemeja T PUTIH dengan buttons dengan blue stripes dengan dengan... ugh @.@ I mean, whatever, you rocks, B. Okay la I know I didn't wear black shirt also but at least I wore a deep brown alright, I don't have black lar. Oh, and I really agreed with Yang Guo that, most of the fans here are Malays. I seriously wonder why.
You never see Leng Chai. THIS, is a leng chai, and lived his whole yesterday the most leng chai in his life. Introducing, the *infamous* Mr. Yang Guo!
To the concert itself. As I've never really been to such big event (concert) at all, I actually did not expect we were to stand in the middle of the field (okay Yang Guo I am NOT blaming you alright). Generally, there were four zones in total, namely the Red Zone (free standing), Yellow Zone (free standing), Blue Zone (free standing), and Green Zone (free seating). We bought the tickets for Blue Zone, though I hate to admit it, but yes it was the second farthest from the stage itself, second farthest from that godlike MCR bunch damn it! Basically, you just squeeze all you can to the frontest area (though we never did that, no I wouldn't risk my tiny body doing so).
After warming up by two awesome local bands (yes, they were awesome, though I used to think local bands are awful, pardon the pun), namely One Buck Short (you need my help?) and Pop Shuvit, MCR finally came out after a freaking long wait, but the wait was worth it. Greeted with a "F.U.C.K." (I'm serious) by Gerard, the real deal kicked off. Bob (the drummer) couldn't attend the concert for whatever reason, and the drummer role was took over by a guy I-forgot-what-name from a band named Thursday. Oh well, it doesn't matter much who they use for drummer so as long as Ray Toro is in for the guitar (hehe, sorry, all drummers sounded the same to me, as long as they are pro and know how to play, they sounded the same to me - they all sounded awesome).
As for the highlights of the night, it was no surprise that the fans got high when MCR performed the songs Mama, I Don't Love You, Helena, Welcome to The Black Parade, Teenagers (a HUGE KICKASS publicity of this song in Malaysia, so if you're a MCR fan and don't know this song at all, you know what to do), This Is How I Disappear, Cancer, Dead!, and Famous Last Words, among all. The feeling of having ten thousands people singing together and waving or jumping along was... you'll have to try it yourself. Still couldn't get enough with that "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone"~ WOO!
A few interesting reality check on the concert was - I was surprised that they actually prepared "portable toilets" in the field, aiya I forgot to snap a photo of it. And I think that Gerard sure has eaten some Nasi Lemak before the concert because he sounded exactly like zLz was forced to some shyt of karaoke and got stuck the mic into his mouth and was threaten to sing 夜来香 in super high pitch, except that he did a tad better than zLz. (XD, kidding la, live performance ma, sure the quality will be lower. But he really sounded like he had a sore throat or what, cause the earlier songs all "zhou ying"). And it seemed like the concert itself was actually blessed (or MCR is actually blessed by vampires? -.- since they worshipped them so much), cause it has been drizzling all night but it didn't get heavy. And thanks to that drizzling I am still alive here writing this and did not die from suffocation. And one thing, I love their gigantic speakers! And I would like one in my house too, though I doubt whether it will blast the whole block down...
...
And now the exclusive coverage of MCR in zLz's Crapping Space, bear in mind that you get to read it here first.
Mr. Ethic, the organizer of the concert: Greetings boys, I am really really glad that you guys have decided to hold a concert here in Malaysia, welcome to MY. And thanks a lot for coming, I'm sure the fans here will be pleased by your band's rocking performance tonight.
Gerard, representing the band: How ya' doing, there's no need to thank us. We are here to bring some fcuking action! And I ensure you tonight would be a fcuking awesome night and the fans would be fcuking high!
Mr. Ethic: Ho...ho...ho hold on! There are several things I would like you to take note of regarding the concert itself.
Gerard: Yeay!? I'm paying attention, chill.
Mr. Ethic: We are really glad that you came but you see this is THE Malaysia and... we Malaysian here are of civilized and pretty much well-educated kind of bunch (I am the typical example uhuh), so... If you would, I'd like to ask you to cut down the use of you-know-what-that-word-is during the concert, and if possible, do not use it at all. My PM would not be happy if he hears that a lot you know, haha.
Gerard: FCUK?
Mr. Ethic: Haha... (embarassingly)
Gerard: You serious? So it's to say, it would be really okay if I don't use that word at all, am I right? Are you really sure it's alright with that?
Mr. Ethic: Yes, as long as you don't use that word itself.
Gerard: Alright, deal. Chill.
Mr. Ethic: AHA!! Thanks a lot! You are of big help! I love you MCR.
Gerard: Sure.
Gerard: ...
(During the concert)
Gerard: How ya' all doing Malaysian!? Kuala Lumpur how are you!?
Gerard: Let's get this started! F!U!C!K!!!
Mr. Ethic, watching from distance: !!! *pfff*
Gerard: (I was banned from using that word, I must control myself, I mustn't use it at all) You see, I'm really glad that I have been part of this eff-fing band, and you guys are eff-fing awesome, you know that!?
Mr. Ethic: *faints*
I'm not sure whether those songs containing the bad words are sang properly since I couldn't hear a thing they sing at all in such situation (who can?). I only know that I have learnt a new word mama, that was a EFF-FING awesome night!
If I may, I want to tell MCR that...
FCUK YOU MCR
You guys rocked one day of my life. And I would like to give a zillion credits to Mr. Yang Guo, for treating me to such an awesome concert! THANKS DUDE.
Ada discount...
You never knew god, THIS, is a God.
I got myself a poster, everybody gets one.
Okay, enough with the bullshyt of how I felt, maybe I should elaborate more on the concert itself. We went to Stadium Merdeka on foot right from Sungei Wang, and it is located near my secondary school, MBSSKL. Oh well, since walking for a long distance is no new thing to us MBS'ians (I mean, you guys used to walk from school all the way to Sungei Wang, Low Yatt, Times Square and who-knows-whereelse to do stuff I-don't-know everyday right?), so it was an easy task all right especially with the cloudy day and crappings with two malatlou's. But due to some unwanted circumstances (ahem, someone spent a-quarter-of-my-lifetime to finish just one simple plate of chicken chest at KFC, despite dubbing himself a proud member of the Chest Club in TARC. Oh, did you say "helper"?), we were late. Yes! Late for a holy-mother-eff-fing-band's concert!
But as we all know, when we say the concert starts at 6:30 p.m., it actually means 7:30 or even 8:00 p.m. in Malaysian context (at least I thought so). So actually it was no big deal at all, we could even spent some time browsing through those self-proclaimed MCR merchandise those Malays selling along the road, and got ourselves a T-shirt each (heck, I got myself a pretty cool one, at least I think so). There were people selling food, refreshments, shirts, posters, car stickers, and even some I-don't-know-what-you-call-but-they-are-to-be-hung-on-your
-neck kinda tags with cool MCR group photo in them. Oh, and there were people promoting Celcom X-Pax too, too bad I was there solely for the concert, not to X.
Being the first time attending such event, not to mention the first time in such a freaking awesome band's concert, but also the first time squeezing along with several thousands of people. I mean, TEN THOUSANDS of people. Though I have been to similar events too but those were not as *doot* (I don't know what word to use here) as this one. One of the things that we could noticed about this concert was most of the audience wore black T, and some even changed with the shirts they bought on the spot (semangat gila). Among the thousands there was this young fellow, who ignored the coolness of wearing black shirts as to cope with the tour's theme, wore a freaking uncool Kemeja T PUTIH dengan buttons dengan blue stripes dengan dengan... ugh @.@ I mean, whatever, you rocks, B. Okay la I know I didn't wear black shirt also but at least I wore a deep brown alright, I don't have black lar. Oh, and I really agreed with Yang Guo that, most of the fans here are Malays. I seriously wonder why.
You never see Leng Chai. THIS, is a leng chai, and lived his whole yesterday the most leng chai in his life. Introducing, the *infamous* Mr. Yang Guo!To the concert itself. As I've never really been to such big event (concert) at all, I actually did not expect we were to stand in the middle of the field (okay Yang Guo I am NOT blaming you alright). Generally, there were four zones in total, namely the Red Zone (free standing), Yellow Zone (free standing), Blue Zone (free standing), and Green Zone (free seating). We bought the tickets for Blue Zone, though I hate to admit it, but yes it was the second farthest from the stage itself, second farthest from that godlike MCR bunch damn it! Basically, you just squeeze all you can to the frontest area (though we never did that, no I wouldn't risk my tiny body doing so).
After warming up by two awesome local bands (yes, they were awesome, though I used to think local bands are awful, pardon the pun), namely One Buck Short (you need my help?) and Pop Shuvit, MCR finally came out after a freaking long wait, but the wait was worth it. Greeted with a "F.U.C.K." (I'm serious) by Gerard, the real deal kicked off. Bob (the drummer) couldn't attend the concert for whatever reason, and the drummer role was took over by a guy I-forgot-what-name from a band named Thursday. Oh well, it doesn't matter much who they use for drummer so as long as Ray Toro is in for the guitar (hehe, sorry, all drummers sounded the same to me, as long as they are pro and know how to play, they sounded the same to me - they all sounded awesome).
As for the highlights of the night, it was no surprise that the fans got high when MCR performed the songs Mama, I Don't Love You, Helena, Welcome to The Black Parade, Teenagers (a HUGE KICKASS publicity of this song in Malaysia, so if you're a MCR fan and don't know this song at all, you know what to do), This Is How I Disappear, Cancer, Dead!, and Famous Last Words, among all. The feeling of having ten thousands people singing together and waving or jumping along was... you'll have to try it yourself. Still couldn't get enough with that "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone"~ WOO!
A few interesting reality check on the concert was - I was surprised that they actually prepared "portable toilets" in the field, aiya I forgot to snap a photo of it. And I think that Gerard sure has eaten some Nasi Lemak before the concert because he sounded exactly like zLz was forced to some shyt of karaoke and got stuck the mic into his mouth and was threaten to sing 夜来香 in super high pitch, except that he did a tad better than zLz. (XD, kidding la, live performance ma, sure the quality will be lower. But he really sounded like he had a sore throat or what, cause the earlier songs all "zhou ying"). And it seemed like the concert itself was actually blessed (or MCR is actually blessed by vampires? -.- since they worshipped them so much), cause it has been drizzling all night but it didn't get heavy. And thanks to that drizzling I am still alive here writing this and did not die from suffocation. And one thing, I love their gigantic speakers! And I would like one in my house too, though I doubt whether it will blast the whole block down...
...
And now the exclusive coverage of MCR in zLz's Crapping Space, bear in mind that you get to read it here first.
Mr. Ethic, the organizer of the concert: Greetings boys, I am really really glad that you guys have decided to hold a concert here in Malaysia, welcome to MY. And thanks a lot for coming, I'm sure the fans here will be pleased by your band's rocking performance tonight.
Gerard, representing the band: How ya' doing, there's no need to thank us. We are here to bring some fcuking action! And I ensure you tonight would be a fcuking awesome night and the fans would be fcuking high!
Mr. Ethic: Ho...ho...ho hold on! There are several things I would like you to take note of regarding the concert itself.
Gerard: Yeay!? I'm paying attention, chill.
Mr. Ethic: We are really glad that you came but you see this is THE Malaysia and... we Malaysian here are of civilized and pretty much well-educated kind of bunch (I am the typical example uhuh), so... If you would, I'd like to ask you to cut down the use of you-know-what-that-word-is during the concert, and if possible, do not use it at all. My PM would not be happy if he hears that a lot you know, haha.
Gerard: FCUK?
Mr. Ethic: Haha... (embarassingly)
Gerard: You serious? So it's to say, it would be really okay if I don't use that word at all, am I right? Are you really sure it's alright with that?
Mr. Ethic: Yes, as long as you don't use that word itself.
Gerard: Alright, deal. Chill.
Mr. Ethic: AHA!! Thanks a lot! You are of big help! I love you MCR.
Gerard: Sure.
Gerard: ...
(During the concert)
Gerard: How ya' all doing Malaysian!? Kuala Lumpur how are you!?
Gerard: Let's get this started! F!U!C!K!!!
Mr. Ethic, watching from distance: !!! *pfff*
Gerard: (I was banned from using that word, I must control myself, I mustn't use it at all) You see, I'm really glad that I have been part of this eff-fing band, and you guys are eff-fing awesome, you know that!?
Mr. Ethic: *faints*
--The End--
I'm not sure whether those songs containing the bad words are sang properly since I couldn't hear a thing they sing at all in such situation (who can?). I only know that I have learnt a new word mama, that was a EFF-FING awesome night!
If I may, I want to tell MCR that...
FCUK YOU MCR
You guys rocked one day of my life. And I would like to give a zillion credits to Mr. Yang Guo, for treating me to such an awesome concert! THANKS DUDE.
Ada discount...
You never knew god, THIS, is a God.
I got myself a poster, everybody gets one.Friday, December 7, 2007
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Talk la dai lou!
On this fine morning at work, an unexpected message popped up:
xxx@hotmail.com says:
helloz
zLz ™ says:
yo
zLz ™ says:
ssup
xxx@hotmail.com says:
nth much le...
xxx@hotmail.com says:
how're u?
xxx@hotmail.com says:
i'm chilling lo...
zLz ™ says:
hah
zLz ™ says:
so so
...
What? Tarak lagi la. Yes, that's all. And then, 24 hours of silence.
I mean, woi, you took the first move, you do the talking le dai lou >.<
Have you guys encountered such awkward situation before? No, though I am a talkative fellow but I usually don't take the first move (I mean, our mums always tell us not to talk to strangers right?), unless there are people which I'd be really glad and love to talk to I will *occasionally* blast out a few Hi's and Yo's, but this doesn't happen all the time.
So,I wanted to take this opportunity to actually apologize to anyone that I actually "indirectly" hurt you (that you thought I'd forget about you, that I'd ignore your existence, that whatever) by not talking to you for a long time even though I see you guys online everyday. No not that I'm arrogant or what, no not that I'm acting cool or what. The main reasons should be sometimes I'm too pissed to chat, sometimes I'm too tired to chat, sometimes I couldn't find anything to chat about, sometimes I'd only like to see your names appearing on the MSN and I'd do just that. I can't explain any better than this but sometimes I just feel glad that I still am able to see my dear friends online (cause this means that they/you are all well-being and fine) and that's more than enough. Sometimes I just think, talking and language thingy are not necessary anymore, seeing you there is everything.
So, please guys, this is zLz, this is me, please forgive me if you really feel that way. No I will never forget about you, I am always acknowledged about your existence (though I might seem blur sometimes). So if you really feel offended, fine, let it be. If you really feel like I'm a b*tchy or sh*ty self-centered kinda guy, hah, sorry, can't help you.
This makes me wonder, how many of those *127* people that I added on my list last time that I actually talked to before? Erm... Hold on, I'll do the maths and tell you the answer 114 years later.
xxx@hotmail.com says:
helloz
zLz ™ says:
yo
zLz ™ says:
ssup
xxx@hotmail.com says:
nth much le...
xxx@hotmail.com says:
how're u?
xxx@hotmail.com says:
i'm chilling lo...
zLz ™ says:
hah
zLz ™ says:
so so
...
What? Tarak lagi la. Yes, that's all. And then, 24 hours of silence.
I mean, woi, you took the first move, you do the talking le dai lou >.<
Have you guys encountered such awkward situation before? No, though I am a talkative fellow but I usually don't take the first move (I mean, our mums always tell us not to talk to strangers right?), unless there are people which I'd be really glad and love to talk to I will *occasionally* blast out a few Hi's and Yo's, but this doesn't happen all the time.
So,I wanted to take this opportunity to actually apologize to anyone that I actually "indirectly" hurt you (that you thought I'd forget about you, that I'd ignore your existence, that whatever) by not talking to you for a long time even though I see you guys online everyday. No not that I'm arrogant or what, no not that I'm acting cool or what. The main reasons should be sometimes I'm too pissed to chat, sometimes I'm too tired to chat, sometimes I couldn't find anything to chat about, sometimes I'd only like to see your names appearing on the MSN and I'd do just that. I can't explain any better than this but sometimes I just feel glad that I still am able to see my dear friends online (cause this means that they/you are all well-being and fine) and that's more than enough. Sometimes I just think, talking and language thingy are not necessary anymore, seeing you there is everything.
So, please guys, this is zLz, this is me, please forgive me if you really feel that way. No I will never forget about you, I am always acknowledged about your existence (though I might seem blur sometimes). So if you really feel offended, fine, let it be. If you really feel like I'm a b*tchy or sh*ty self-centered kinda guy, hah, sorry, can't help you.
This makes me wonder, how many of those *127* people that I added on my list last time that I actually talked to before? Erm... Hold on, I'll do the maths and tell you the answer 114 years later.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
zLz's A Series of Most Unfortunate Events
One of the most unfortunates on this world is none other than having your earphones spoiled T_T For days I've been struggling to fix my Sony earphones (with tapes! O.O) but still... Haiz...
It is obviously so out of shape
I'll have to resort to my Sony Ericsson W-Series earphones from now on, and just wanted to ask if any of you using it, ain't its bass is just too heavy? -.-" I shall tweak with the equalizers a bit, I guess...
It is obviously so out of shape
I'll have to resort to my Sony Ericsson W-Series earphones from now on, and just wanted to ask if any of you using it, ain't its bass is just too heavy? -.-" I shall tweak with the equalizers a bit, I guess...And who the...
This is how the story goes, a couple of months ago when I was still in the foundation year, there was this bunch of what people used to call "students" hanging (out) in a computer laboratory like they used to during boring classes. And for god-knows-whatever reason one of these busters (yeap just cocks, no chicks) suddenly came out with a brilliant idea of killing our time (I forgot who was that, I sure hope it wasn't me) by browsing through all of the student names in our WBLE (Web Based Learning Environment I suppose) database and adding every single cool chick that we'd find on that list. As to how we judged on the "coolness" of a particular chick I have no idea. Basically these monkeys just spent hours in front of the computers and added every single cool chick they could find, each with distinctive and variable taste. And as expected, I was one of them (kids those days, kids, KIDS! >.<). And if I'm not wholly mistaken, it turned out that I won. Yes, I meant I won, by having the longest list.
To put it in short, just a few moments ago I have finally decided to sit down and have a serious look through my MSN contacts and kept uttering "who the hell...", just to filter and clean out my long~~ list of contacts. I was doing so as I finally realized I do not have such an amount of friends at all. It's time to clear out your mind and face the truth Shack! You are just another sorry ass!
And the outcome?
Yeah, these are my true friends (ahem), I mean, at least I know who are these guys though we don't used to talk much. Come to think of it, my "chatting rate" nowadays has dropped from 6 people at once to less than 1 lately.
In case you were wondering, want to know how many "unwanted friends" have I got onto my list?
To put it in short, just a few moments ago I have finally decided to sit down and have a serious look through my MSN contacts and kept uttering "who the hell...", just to filter and clean out my long~~ list of contacts. I was doing so as I finally realized I do not have such an amount of friends at all. It's time to clear out your mind and face the truth Shack! You are just another sorry ass!
And the outcome?
Yeah, these are my true friends (ahem), I mean, at least I know who are these guys though we don't used to talk much. Come to think of it, my "chatting rate" nowadays has dropped from 6 people at once to less than 1 lately.
In case you were wondering, want to know how many "unwanted friends" have I got onto my list?
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