High solos and low bassnotes in my life's song

Complaining...

2005-10-14T15:21:00.000+08:00

Sigh*IMalaysians do love complaining. For instance, PMR easy they also want to complain. Hard also got complain. Raining people complain, “Aiyo… So wet, cannot play football...” When it’s sunny, people say, “So damn hot!!! What’s wrong with the weather?”

Then, when some people go restaurant, if got lots of people, they’ll say, “CCBKNN, why so many people…” Then if very few people they’ll say, “Eh, this must be a lousy restaurant… No people leh...” Then if the food arrives fast they’ll check and say, “Eh, this meat so raw 1… Waiter!! Please return this to the kitchen.” If it’s slow then they’ll start complaining about the lousy service.

Students studying away from home will say, “I’m so homesick, miss home-cooked food.” Students going to a college near home will complain, “So bored lar… Mom always put curfew on me. Can’t enjoy much with friends. Everyday also need to do work…” (hmm.. this sounds familiar) Then when get bad results they complain, “Haiyah, so soi 1… All that I study didn’t come out…” When pass with flying colours, they complain, “Alamak, like this also do wrong… If not get ***<=(insert obscene marks here) lor.”

Ah, parents are no different. How many times it’s always your fault when,

Little bro falls down and hurt his knee. It’s your fault if you’re there because you didn’t save him from the fall and are ignorant. It’s also your fault if you’re not there because you didn’t keep an eye on your bro.
Something’s missing. It’s your fault if you took it because you’re preventing others from accessing it. It’s also your fault if you didn’t take it because you are not responsible for making sure things are being put back into place.
No matter how hard you try, you still lose to the neighbour’s kid in almost everything. It’s your fault because you’re born like that. If you keep winning it’s also your fault. They say you’re becoming arrogant.

Now you get the idea, eh… No Streamyx, we say connection so slow. With Streamyx, we complained that our connection not that fast either, and that Streamyx always break down (this is so true. Streamyx sucks!!). Plus need to pay extra. When last time there’s only one mobile service provider we complain why they monopolize the market. Now with more mobile service provider, we complain about the decision to choose the best service provider…

IWe jus can’t stop complaining. Nothing is sufficient/good enough/perfect for us… We are hard-to-please-selfish-ungrateful-cynical creatures… Including me…

My maths lecturer...

2005-09-15T23:49:00.000+08:00

Today I have a little flu and feeling grumpy. So, I’m writing about an “interesting” person. So you guys better treat me better, else you might be next!! Muahahaha… Today I’ll treat you guys with a few pictures.

So, without further ado, let me introduce you to my Maths Lecturer Mr. John Moses.

Haha… It’s a Mr. and not a Ms. He has long curly hair… He’s quite tall and he’s from India. He’s a PHD holder and graduated from the United States. Very creditable, eh?

This is our class. There are more people in my class but I feel kinda lazy to draw. This is what we’re learning. Haha… This is what we do when he’s doing his pipelining teaching.

This is pipelining teaching. It is when before he finish teaching a maths formula, he’ll start teaching a new one to save time… Believe me, it sucks. Sometimes I ~~think about~~ ~~DOTA~~ just listen without understanding.

He’s also very health conscious. Haha… He’ll divert to this topic when we’re nodding off… Or when someone hands in a sick certificate. Anyway, he is entitled to his opinion.

He also has his serious obsession that we’re getting tired of. Yes, it’s annoying. ~~Yes~~No, I’m not planning to shut him up once and for all.

So there. Haha.. Hoped you enjoyed…

Uninteresting Quotes...Tehehehe...

2005-09-14T00:19:00.000+08:00

Some stuff I heard. Enjoy.

“It’s nothing but…”

“Jesus Christ!!! You have asthma?”

“Hei, nice/cute/funny/stupid blog u you have there…”

“You know, when I see you guys, even from the way you walk, I know that none of you is fit…”

“Hei! Don’t write rubbish in your blog I tell you ar!!! Delete it or else I’ll hit you!!!”
<= This proves that blogging is dangerous!!!

“To be healthy, you must drink raw eggs with milk in the morning. Take two eggs first then later increase your dosage it to four. Crack open the eggs and mix it with milk.” <= Yucks

“If you don’t watch @%^&*%$<= (insert name of movie here), you’ve wasted ¼ of your life.”

“You must exercise for 15 minutes in the morning by jogging. Breathe through your nostrils, not through your mouth. Then you’ll have good lungs.”

“Don’t talk, Wong. Minus 1 mark.”

“Play with handphone? Zero marks.”

“Jus ignore him. He’s a bastard...”

“You spend RM 40 on DOTA this month? You’re a DOTA freak man…”

“Hei, can introduce me to leng lui?”

“Stupid, you’re stupid… Why are you so stupid!!?!”

“He’s so funny. Hahaha... So fast get angry meh? Ngaiti....”

“I know you want to DOTA, can’t resist eh? We’re going now. T1.”

“Eh, tomorrow I come your house to pick you up at 7.30 a.m. I want to copy your homework.” <= Siaow ah!!

“Eh, lemme use your DOTA account ah… Blue Server 3 got so many people.”

“The Taylor’s series expansion is @#$&*. The Mac’laurin’s series expansion is @#$&*.” @#$&* <= (Part where I go blur.)

“Quick update you’re blog. I tak sabar-sabar.”

“OMG, you did what? You h*** t*** b******?”

“Oi! pass the ball lar….”

“If you know, say you know; if you don’t know, say you don’t know; if you don’t know that you know or know that you don’t know and don’t ask me, how am I suppose to know that you know that you don’t know or that you don’t know that you know?” <= Phew!!

“Sorry that I’m rude to you this morning. Don’t make fun of me in your blog. Write something meaningful lar…” <= I forgot the exact words…

“He said I am a backstabber, I feel like rikimaru...”

“Sam ah, Sam!!” <= sounds familiar?

“Shit, that gal is hot!!! Sam, I know you want…” <= ??!?

“I love you, you love me, we are happy family…”

“Saddam Hussein is a leader of Islam.”

“Bush and Bush Sr. are the most dangerous people on earth.”

“I don’t like the lecturer…”

"Guys are boring..."

For privacy purposes, I won’t disclose the identity of the people who said this. Later FBI, ISA or some narrow-minded people will come banging on my door. However, if curiosity gets the better of you, feel free to email me. If you don't understand any of the sentences, don't worry, me too.

Underdogs... Sigh*

2005-09-11T21:48:00.001+08:00

Please do not read the following if you’re not a soccer fan… Hahaha… Waste of time nia.

Damn. Damn Damn. #$%*&%$ <= (Insert foul language here) can be heard over all over the world when the soccer matches on Saturday draws to a close. At least it was in my house. Frustration was eminent and tempers flares as the underdog has its day… Sigh. PMS… Post Match Syndrome can be seen in most of the soccer fans… Especially me…

Saturday was the day when Arsenal (My beloved) lost, Manchester and Liverpool drew, Real lost at home… Inter lost. Newcastle despite new signings, drew (nearly lost). Ah… At least it adds flavor to the game. Sigh* But not when I was having a bad day the day before lar…

Ah… Now into the Arsenal game. I’m an Arsenal fan ok? Haha. Love me/Hate me/ Despise Me I don’t care. I was, am, and will be bias about Arsenal. That’s the main reason I’m writing this. Actually it’s just a way to vent my frustration instead of throwing the remote control. Which I ~~did didn’t did~~ didn’t. :)

Darn. The spirit of the underdogs clearly was lacking in Middlesbrough’s game in the first half, especially Arsenal attacking gung-ho play at its best. But Arsenal fail to capitalize. After 30 seconds Reyes already stole the ball from Uhiogu and had a shot saved. Then Flamini hit the post. Then Pires shot wide. Then… Everything went wrong for Arsenal. They had a few pot-shots on goal. But they can’t turn dominance into goals and Middlesbrough delt the ultimate sucker punch. Sob* Can’t bear to continue…

Shit. Now I’m beginning to sound like a hypocrite… Sounds like I despise underdogs… Well maybe in the Arsenal’s case… Sigh* But other than that, I’m a underdog fan… Hahaha. Really. I remembered started watching sports in 1996. The joy of watching an underdog overperform is so enthralling. Ah… Then I became an Arsenal fan and a Lakers fan. That time they were the underdogs. Lakers no Shaq no Kobe that time. Haha. But they have the never-say-die spirit. Then Shaq and Kobe came and Lakers won quite a few titles. Arsenal had not many trophies to show under Graham and renowned for their defending rather than their attacking. Their play was like Liverpool. With Martin Keown and Tony Adams in a defence that's hard to breach. That time I was ridiculed for supporting Arsenal as everyone else was either a MU supporter or a Liverpool supporter. Yikes… But then amazingly Arsenal won the premiership that season. That’s my reason for being a die-hard Arsenal and Lakers fan. Amazingly, both have been in decline…

Proof that I fancy the underdogs:

I betted on Greece to beat Portugal in Euro 2004. Made Yik Lung RM50 poorer.
Ah, in SIB I always play against the big tall Myanmar players with passion. And my team have proofed that they’re not unbeatable.
Same thing applies when Kaki Bangku plays against Kenneth’s team. Hehe.
Ah, in Malaysian Idol I always vote for the guys because they are the underdogs. Not Daniel tho, he’s becoming an ah-beng. But I’ve to admit Malaysian guys can’t sing.
In basketball I’d have the joy of beating the Form 5 and Form 6 students when I was in Form 3… Those were the days…

Now, the underdog spirit may have come back to hunt me… Sigh*

Today...

2005-09-09T23:57:00.000+08:00

Argh… Today started off badly enough. My father woke me up at 7 because he needs transport to the airport. Not and easy feat if especially if you only slept at 3 that morning. Sigh… I felt like my heart would halt any minute… So then I groggily drove him to the airport then sped straight back to sleep.

Slept till noon, had lunch and tried to play DOTA. Damn Streamyx. So slow my connection. Got disconnected in the middle of the game... twice. Recently my connection has gone haywire… Sien. I blame ~~Telekom~~ ~~myself for being so~~ ~~stupid to subscribe~~ Telekom for such lousy service. Sigh. I didn’t pay RM66 a month for such crappy connection. I’ll be complaining tomorrow… Maybe I’ll complain to the regional manager. Muahaha. Kinda bored mar… My advise to those who aspire/are going/relishing the chance to install Streamyx… Unless you want to pay big bucks for crap, I’d advise you to go to (place name of five star hotel here) once every month to spend your money eating their buffet. Better value for money. J

Then midway contemplating the option to march straight down to Telekom armed with leftover fireworks from CNY and threaten to blow up their building, Lai Jeng smsed me and saved their asses. Haha. DOTA at Tabuan… again. We just played last night but at least it took my mind off my evil plan against Telekom. Called Joshua too.

At 5.30 p.m. I went SIB for my usual dose of football… Little did I know what was in store for me. Lost all the matches. Darn. Those Thai’s are too good. Little wonder our national team recently lost to them 0–7. As I was playing my last match before heading back, suddenly an accident between Quang and Johnny Sandwich occurred. They collided with each other and Johnny had a long cut right bellow his right eyebrow. He nearly cried. He asked me to drive him to a nearby clinic. Darn Darn Darn. Darn. I looked at my watch and saw that I had half an hour to spare so being ~~forced to~~ kind hearted as I was, I brought him to nearby clinic. Rick followed too. As fate was so cruel to me, 2 of the nearby clinic namely C******’* Clinic and K***** Clinic were closed. We also didn’t have money so we went back to SIB to take Johnny’s Wallet.

We then had no choice but to go to the dreaded Timberland Medical Centre. *Eerie sound effects* The place notorious for kapchai treatment with cutthroat prices… At least I’m not the patient. Haha. So Johnny went to fill the forms provided and the nurse asked us to wait for a few minutes. So waited we did. Stupidly. After 20 minutes we were wondering where was the doctor since there are no patients around (Clever Kuching people), so we asked the nurse where’s the doctor and the nurse said that the doctor is seeing patients at another part of the centre. WTF!!! Tell us earlier lar… Wasting my time only. So in the end Johnny persuaded the nurse to clean his wound and put some dressing on it. We asked the nurse to stitch the wound but fortunately for him and unfortunately for us the nurse says that she cannot stitch. WTH… So in the end Johnny went into the treatment room and had his wound tended to. Me and Rick waited… Time was moving faster by the second

Finally, after 15 excruciating minutes (for me, not for him), Johnny’s treatment ended. (Btw, we heard a scream and Johnny said it was because of an injection but I think he’s lying) What took the nurse and Johnny to treat the wound so long still remains a mystery… Sigh. Then the bill came. Guess how much was it? For a simple treatment which can be mastered by any 10 year old made poor Johnny RM48.45 poorer. Interestingly, at least the nurse also drew a portrait of him on the medical paper. Poor Cathy, this week she can’t be pampered that much by Johnny liaow… I think it would be more worth it to just treat the wound at my house… and give me the money. Hahaha. Then I’ll put it to good use, like chia the avid readers of my blog.

By the time I reached home, it was 7.30 p.m. Sigh. Late for DOTA. Grrr. By the time I took a shower and sped to Joshua’s house and to Tabuan, it’s 8 p.m. already. Sigh. At least they opened the coms for us, right? Er… When I asked the tauke he said that there is only a com left. WTF!!! Then it was made known to us that Andy dropped by and since we haven’t arrived, he took a com. So no DOTA for me and Joshua. So I ~~was forced to~~ willingly closed that com and opened two other lousier coms to play CS. Joshua asked me to play DOTA but I can’t just leave him alone right? We also don’t have the heart to ask Andy to move so CS we played. I said CS sounds like a good option cause I just played DOTA the last night but deep down I wanted to play DOTA. Sigh…

We went back early as CS sucked. People with no gaming morals keep looking at our screens. Sigh. What a sucky/lousy/uneventful/kns/shitty/crappy day. You choose.

At least tomorrow I might have a shot at the Telekom staff….

Guys and Gals...

2005-09-05T00:07:00.000+08:00

Hei, I got this nice story somewhere… Makes me wonder what would have happened if I was a gal… Omg. Grateful to be a guy… Especially when ~~expecting my first child~~ grown up with a family… Enjoy. : )

Mum and dad were watching TV when Mum said, “I’m tired and it’s getting late. I think I’ll go to bed.” She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day’s lunch, rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.

She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger and the telephone book into the drawer.

Next, she watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung a towel up to dry. She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom. But she stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the school excursion and pulled a textbook out from under the chair.

She then signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope, wrote a quick note for the grocery store and put both near her bag. She then washed her face, put on some night cream, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails.

Dad called out, “I thought you were going to bed?”

“I’m on my way,” she said.

She put some water into the dog’s dish and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and the patio light was on. She walked into each of the children’s rooms and turned out their bedside lamps and radios, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the kid still up and doing his homework.

In her own room, she set the alarm, laid out clothes for the next day and straightened up the shoe rack. She added three items to her six-most-important-things-to-do-list. She said her prayer, and visualize the accomplishment of her goals.

About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular, “I’m going to bed.” And he did… Without another thought.

Hehe… Nice view into the going-to-bed time of parents eh? I’ll ~~be like the father~~ help my wife in the future. Hahaha… Better not count on it… I’m just too lazy. Oh yeah, Tat Chern, I’m not too lazy to do that.

Blogging.... Why ppl blog?

2005-09-01T23:40:00.000+08:00

Yo… My blog is 2 days old today. Today as I wander off spiritually when my maths lecturer is talking in “tongues” speaking on the magical maths formula that is two pages long, I’ve came up with very relevant reasons on why peole blog.

1. People blog because other people blog and the “kiasu” feeling comes into the picture.

I think that blogging started somewhere sometime ago, someone somehow felt that its somewhat a good idea to publish personal stories and thoughts on a webpage that annoys other people. Other people then felt threatened and they do the same. Then there is a chain reaction. As blogging evolved till the current age, blogs have became less provocative and reader friendly. Due to the peer presure that everyone’s denying, there are 40000 new blogs popping up every day.

2. People blog because there are lonely.

Based on ~~my opinion~~ extensive research, those who are lonely tend to blog more because they have too much free time. Those who don’t have girlfriends or boyfriends to share sweet moments with or most of their former “friends” flew to futher their studies somewhere else and they cant spend time with their “friends” in the library playing pranks and discussing football tactics.

3. People blog because it is an alternative to DOTA and going to the cinemas.

Enough said. Too much movies and DOTA can spoil your eyes. (I’m not saying excessive blogging won't)

4. People blog because they are tired of people invading their privacy by reading their diary so they blog to distract people from doing so.

People usually blog a cover story to hide the fact that they have a personal handwritten diary stashed somewhere safe. The cover story is to temporarily satisfy the insatiable curiosity of the “kay-poh-mah”s who would by hook or crook squeeze everything that they want to know about you. So, hopefully they won’t go for diary hunting because they think that they know it all already. (Hope they’re not reading this)

Spendin RM 200 on... #@$%%&# Wad??! Knot meh?

2005-08-31T12:00:00.000+08:00

Hahaha... 2ml holiday so me n pop went... shopping... haha. So wad? He got da credit card... Neways, we actually wanted 2 buy sum dilbert comic book but Popular dont hav it. Sigh* So I looked around... N i saw many shops on "sale"... Haha... First went Body Glove shop but ntg 1... So i went 2 adidas shop. There having clearance "sale"... Cuz of my kiasuness i bought a pair of futsal shoes 4 RM1XX cuz dat is da last pair dat hav my size... haha... *kaching*

Then i looked 4 a red T-shirt cuz i like red... duh. N went FILA shop. Then i saw smtg i like *kaching*... When u look at me n my father u could easily guess hu was da happier 1... haha...

Da football i bought 2 weeks ago... *kaching*

Stuff i bought:

Din noe i'm so into shopping n so "boros" till my mom sed, "SAMUEL!!! U spend RM 200 on *&@(*#&$ ?" Then reality sank into me.... Was down 4 a while but.... nvm.. haha...

Sam blogging? Hahaha...

2005-08-29T22:37:00.000+08:00

Jus testing...