Friday, August 31, 2007

I was born on the beginning of this month..

And Malaysia's born on the end of this month!

Woohoooo. Happy 50th birthday Malaysia.

Contemplates on singing the original Negaraku or the other one with extra -ku

Seriously though, I don't give a shit anymore on this stupid issue.

Just, Merdeka!

Was able to observe fireworks from the Curve, Putrajaya, Subang, Shah Alam and even Genting.

Was standing on top of Chinky's house.


Short post.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Wire Figure Pictures

Their war, our planet

Aloha! As promised I'm now showing my figurine collection. I have lotsa figurines so I guess I'll split them up into several posts (actualliiii... to avoid blogging just for the sake of blogging, nowadays dunno what to write =p)

Ah figurines. I love them. Started collecting since the pokemon times. I have every figurine of the 1st 150 pokemon (I think)!

First up is these 2 wire figurines. I just got them recently but I think they're uber cool. My dad bought them back for me from China. China = heaven for toy models/figurines/mini sculptures. Well actually China is the heaven for everything. Except food maybe. One of them is an archer, the other is a fighter holding a flail/meteor hammer thingie. Cool. Cool.

Ze Archer

Ze Fighter

And then I started experimenting with my photography skills. Plan to take up photography! But time constraints held me back. And I procrastinate alot. Blah.

William Tell! Wheres the apple o.O?

Time to go medieval!

And then I played around with my camera. Here are 2 more photos. Hehe. All taken by me! I got potential to be good photographer anot? For more pictures click here!

He said ""

Boom. Headshot.

Bye. More next time! Oh starting from now I'll label my posts.

Monday, August 27, 2007


I, standing/sitting/half-sitting/squatting right here at this moment, am the epitome of procrastination!

I procrastinate in everything. I am oh so proud of myself. What you can do tomorrow, don't do today! Yippeekayay!

Seriously, fuck it. I think holiday need a new definition: Holidays are days where your college lecturers give you like 6 friggin maths worksheets, 2 essays, 1 god-forsaken website to create and 1 directed study. And then tell you happy holidays.

Its always like this. Holidays starts out fun. Then you get pretty bored (especially when your friends bomb the labs in college doing practicals), but you still deny the existence of homework. Then on the last few days you try to make the best out of it. You go out and forget about the dreadful thing at home. Sitting there. Just sitting there. Waiting for you to stretch your arms to reach it. Then hallelujah!

It's like the Mr Bean TV shows where he friggin falls down then a spotlight shines on him, and the holy-ish song starts ringing in your ears. Not finished yet, before he stands up a stack of maths worksheet and few blank papers (for essay) falls onto him. And no he's no Mr Bean. He's Mr Pin (last syllable in my name if you didn know. Heck, most people don't even know my real name)

Mr Pin says Hi.

Mr Pin is so gonna die.

And how come I am still here blogging when I have this stack of papers (very alien to me) in front of me. For I have given up all hope. And there are a few buggers on MSN shouting "DIELAR TOMORROW MAZHAOHAIIII" and "Lets just forget about the homework".

And sometimes I wonder how a fucker like me can actually do pretty well in exams. I mean, seriously. If I was God I'll hate myself and send me straight to hell's gate. But hey, If I was God why would I even punish myself. And I'm not God. Ah.. see, the happiness of the "If only"thought. You can dream the impossible dream! But impossible things only happen in dreams. So whats an impossible dream? NOTHING! GOTCHAA Muahahaha

I think its the Post-Holiday-Stress.

Oh, my figurine/keychain collection will come! Slowly, but surely.

Friday, August 24, 2007

I Really Wanted To..

Update.. but laziness pawned me.

Initially I wanted to blog about my hobby, figurine collecting, but now I've gotta go out. And prolly won't come back tonight. Or will be late. So...

Ever wanted to feel like a ghost? Or just simply float around in nothingness, seeing yourself leave your body? Or have you personally felt like that before?

Check this out!

And remember to check out tomorrow or so. Will amaze you with my collection. Ahehehe. Heh. Hehe. He... Bye

Tuesday, August 21, 2007


Ah, nostalgia has just hit your black and white buddy here (I'm NOT racist!). Hard. On the back. Wham!

That's one of the bad effects of holidays. Makes you think about the past,about what did you do the last holidays, about how exams are so far away the last holidays, about how SPM seemed just a little while ago, about how everyone got friggin owned by NikQ, Cheryl, Darren, and Pn Farah on the last day of SPM saying we had to retake the BM papers, about how Vincent sobbed his ass off (XD) after hearing that announcement, about how I knew the whole thing was damn fishy (Darren smiling while holding videocam. Hullo? Who smiles after hearing that news; worst still, taking videos of people) about the whole of last year, about the whole of last five years, about your whole life.

Looking at the pseudo-Himalayan Mountains made of books and maths worksheet on my desk, I rather lie back and reminiscent about those nostalgic moments (I have a massage chair! Brrrrrrr Brrrrrr).

Ah, the great memories of childhood (not exactly actually if you've been thrown eraser dust in your ear before). Memories. Remember the Cats musical?


Ahem. OK. And there're lotsa songs regarding memories. Thanks for the memories (FOB), Making memories of us (Keith Urban) amongst them.

ALSO, Ken-chan's short lived blog where he talks about this "mysterious girl" he has been seeing back in 2004 (Hi Ken, hi Bee Bee). And after a few lovey dovey posts it just burned out. Boring with a capital B! Ngekngek. I found out that lovey dovey blogs can only last as long as an erection. Once you've climaxed, it'll go back to being limp again. And mind me, the next time you find yourself erected it'll be another woman. Hehe.

Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic
Cyanide & Happiness @

Oh, back to the topic. Memories. Bon Jovi has this new song called "Make a Memory". I find it pretty nice. It's also about remembering the past and all. Emo. Emo.

So here's the lyrics:

Hello again
It's you and me
Kinda always like it used to be
Sipping wine, killing time
Trying to solve lifes mysteries
How's your life.
It's been awhile
God it's good to see you smile
I see you reaching for your keys
Looking for a reason not to leave

If you don't know, if you should stay
If you don't say, whats on your mind
Baby just breathe
There's nowhere else tonight we should be
You want to make a memory

I dug up this old photograph
Look at all that hair we had
It's bittersweet to hear your laugh
Your phone was ringing I don't wanna ask

If you go now, I'll understand
If you stay, hey, I got a plan..


It's a friend started by my website. I mean a website started by my friend Mr. Gay Gary Low. It stands for Malaysia Book Exchange.

Malaysia Book Exchange provides an online market place which enables you to buy used or even new books at a significantly reduced price, which means larger savings on books! Not only that, it is also 100% free and easy to use! Why wait? Sign up now!

Malaysia Book Exchange is Malaysia’s first book exchange website specifically catered for avid readers who constantly seek to read. This website will be able to put you at ease by reducing the hassle of looking for buyers for your used books and turn them into cash. Consequently, it also provides you with larger savings on books.
Yea. Go support the site! He's been bugging me.

Sunday, August 19, 2007


Yay. 1 week holiday for ample time for rest doing homework. Tonnes of work. Maths, IT, English. Holidays suck. Especially when you live considerably far away from your friends and petrol burn your wallet. And also, when about 70% of your friends suffer doing their Trials while you sleep till 11.

I find sleeping very time wasting but so so fun. I feel one with the bed. It has some vortex that sucks me to it. You just lie there and say "Yea, homework later, bitchesss!" and snore. zzZzzzzZZZzzz.

Oh life. Hehe. My mind is currently blank. Nothing. Can't think of funny or emo stuff to write about. And I hate talking about my personal stuff. I prefer general stuff where everyone would know and can feel connected (i. e. not a bimbo blog)

Yes, Kenny Sia has been my inspiration for quite a while. He mostly writes about funny, general and quirky stuff that just makes you smile. Or about his self discovery and life's ups and downs.

Oh, am currently loving the song "Hey There Delilah" by Plain White T's. Sweet song but gets a little irritating after repeating 5 times. Makes me emo.

Shit I'm contradicting myself. Kenny Sia being my inspiration and what song I like IS kinda personal. Heh. But what's a blog for anyway if I don't put a little of myself into it?

A short post today, then.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

The Road Not Taken

In Form 5 (or was it form 4) I studied this English poem entitled "The Road Not Taken". Am pretty sure most, if not all of you have heard of it, as most of you are around my age.

The poem illustrates the persona walking in the YELLOW woods (my SSC english teacher, a crazy-going-senile woman emphasized on the colour, the colourrrr), ending abruptly at a fork. There were 2 paths, one leading to the undergrowth below, which was full of dried leaves, clearly untouched, while the other, more eye appealing then the previous one,was a long straight path having signs of being wandered upon before as there were lesser leaves on the floor, most being brushed to the sides of the path. I'm so smart I don't understand a thing I said, or rather, typed. Basically just shows that one seems like a good path and the other not.

So the persona took the "good" path and in the end he regretted not taking the other path. Which pretty much sums up everything in life. Life is about making decisions. Life is about choosing sides. Life is about having a dilemma choosing over 2 equally beneficial options. Life is about.... basically I'm just trying to sound philosophical. Nevermind me. But it's true, no?

And then I came about this in the internet. I'm sure I saw it before some time ago, but I met up with it again today. Read on below.


Question 1:

If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she have an abortion?

Read the next question before looking at the answer for this one.

Question 2:

It is time to elect a new world leader, and only your vote counts. Here are the facts about the three leading candidates.

Candidate A - Associates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologists. He's had two Mistresses. He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis a day.

Candidate B - He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon, used opium in college and drinks a quart of whiskey every evening.

Candidate C - He is a decorated war hero. He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke, drinks an occasional beer and never cheated on his wife.

Which of these candidates would be your choice?

Decide first, no peeking, then scroll down for the answer.
Candidate A is Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Candidate B is Winston Churchill.
Candidate C is Adolph Hitler.

And, by the way, the answer to the abortion question:
If you said yes, you just killed Beethoven.

Any sane person with adequate logical thinking would have been thinking "Abort" and "Candidate C".

But it turns out to be, that if the woman aborted, there would be no more Beethoven in the world.

No. Ludwig. van. Beethoven!

No Adagio Un Poco Mosso, no Fur Elise, no Rondo, no Symphony number 6, 7, 9, and most importantly 5 (Remember the Phua Chu Kang advertisement where the song went CHENG-CHENG-CHENG-JENGGG?). And of course a lot more but I don know others.

AND. Candidate C. Adolf Hitler. Though personally I do, for a fact, admire him, but think of what he's done to the world. NAZIS. Ahhh! Ouch! Oh nooo! Die! Cry! Fly! Bye!

See, if we take the paths that seemed obvious, it could have been a disaster. Beethoven dies. Adolf Hitler, world leader? And the persona in the poem regretted taking the "good" path. Hehe

So, what now? We go on with our lives, taking the "road not taken"? There can be boundless possibilities on what the consequences will be.

Say, while contemplating whether to eat in Asia Cafe or market (both provide tummy relief near Taylor's):

Hmm, since Asia Cafe is nearer, It's pretty obvious for me to go there. A huge variety of food! Furthermore, after eating, I can go up and play pool and foosball! But. But market, though far away, is cheaper. Waaaaaaay cheaper. Dirt cheap. And I don't have to suffer the smoke in Asia Club. Eh, but market abit dirty la. And the auntie abit zombie-ish. She goes "Teh-O-Ais-Limau-Satu" in a dead monotonous voice.
So how now? I don't know really.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Routine: an unvarying or habitual method or procedure

A long time ago I used to think about my current life. College life. I fantasized about its wonders, as I have many friends who where elder than me, and all of them were enjoying their college lives. They seemed so stress-free, carefree, free. Just free. I hear about their endeavours to the cyber cafes. I hear about them having a break every other hour or so. By the end of form 4, I had been longing for that kind of lifestyle.

Everything turned out wrong. Maybe it's just Taylor's, but life has been treating me very ruthlessly. Sure, I do get to go out during Friday's and weekends, but summing it up, I just get more tired and lethargic. Meeting up and talking with friends, old and new, is great. More often than not, dumb things happens and jokes are constantly being cracked up. But come to think of it, at the end of the day, the weekend will die out, and here comes Monday.

I never liked Mondays. It's the day when you feel like sleeping for another hour or so (maybe 2, 3. For me, 5) You lie awake on your bed, contemplating to sleep for another 5 minutes or to go soften your morning wood, if you know what I mean (Hehe, for guys only!)

Then it's back to routine. All the way till Friday! For me, it's:

Waking up at 6.30, go college at 7.00, reach by 7.30~7.45, bum on the staircase till 8.00, have class till break (which is either 9, 10, 11 or 12), watch Mr Munin having war with Chinky in class, Try (but to no prevail) to understand Spec Maths by Mr Woon, Try (again, to no prevail) not to visit or or (to see chatterbox, hoping some famous ass will drop by) during IT class, bum during English class, try (no point trying actually) not to fall asleep during physics class, ask Jocien what time he's going home, and if it's later than 3, end up becoming 2nd hand smoker in Asia Club playing foosball, then at 4.30 go back home, then nap (varies time to time), then dinner, then I start hoping I get an epiphany to do my homework (But God hates me, so I never get that sudden realization), then I bum online, then I sleep. Then encore for the next day!

Oh, I forgot to add looking at girls early in the morning and during break, and sometimes after college.

And now, it is time for me to apply for universities. I suddenly wonder, what have I been doing the past 8 months? I never really thought of my future, my ambitions, my career. I just wanted to enjoy life, like how other people do when they were in college, but why is everything so.. different?

Earlier on I mentioned life is a routine, but now I realise that it isn't as simple as it seems. I've been looking at life from a very acute angle. If one plans for the future, there isn't exactly a routine in life. Heck, I might even be dead tomorrow (I am touching wood, heh). So, what does the word routine actually means?

On another note, it's Tara's birthday!

Happy birthday Tara. Thinking back, I've never really known her till I entered college. Never spoke a word to her in school, but got closer after I leave, talk about irony!

Tara's one tarafic person (lame lame lame). She's currently SSC's head prefect and a great woman to get along with! And did I mention that she gives me a vague impression of Emma Watson? They do look abit similar and especially in Harry Potter 5, where Emma (Hermione) goes "Grawp! *points finger* Put me down! Now!" Hehe. Somehow, every other cempakan, except for me, has purrrfect English, and this girl here is a great example.

The one in red


Happy birthday you!

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Today, We Stop Quahrelling

For it is Quah's birthday!

That sexay mole

Happy birthday to Quah
You had sex with an aqua
While you were driving down Muar
Happy birthday to Quah!

Heheh. That was fun.

Anyway. Nick Quah. I got to know this guy in Form 1. He was this skinny dude in who tries hard to play basketball but his efforts do not make up to his unsatisfying results. Heehee! Jokin la. Like I'm any better. Insult to the max! Wooo. Well everyone paled in comparison to Sean Yap that time in basketball so....

Anyway, I found out that I like to use anyway alot. Why? Maybe I should be Mr. Anyway together with Mr Actualli and Mr Basicalli.
Anywaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. Hehe. Not cool at all.

I digress from digression. Man that phrase is so cliche. It's not even cool to use it anymore. Oops. I really should digress.

So. Nick Quah. Back in Form 1 Terra I wasn't really close to him. And then he came to Sc 1 in form 4. Woh. Still, wasn't that close to him. The closest I've ever got to him was having the same last name. He: Wen Pin. Me: Wei Pin. Oh, then he became Scar in Simba. Then he kena insult by me. BE PREPAREDDDDDDDDDDDD. I'm surrounded by idiots. Heeeheee. Then abit closer lor.

Then form 5. He became Deputy Head Prefect. You know what they say about deputies. Deputies are actually the Head themselves. Rawr! Hehe. People kinda disliked him. He was like lost in black magic. Going into the dark side. Immersed with power. Thunder. Lightning. Kaboom. I. Am. Quah. and. you. are. about. to. be. Quahminated. Woh. While Arizz purrs at the side (Sorry Rajiv!). I needed someone to compare with. Meow.

Then he lost his powers. Like Voldemort. The Ministry of Prefects stripped him off his powers. He became formless. He got a lightning round shaped mole below his mouth. Damn I'm mixing all the characters into one. Speaking of which, He was in Seladang, which is also green, and with Abdul Hafiz and Weng Sheng replacing Crabbe and Goyle.

So, he was back to his bum self. And we became closer. Daym that sounded gay.

All in all he's quite a fun guy to be around. He has an excellent command of English. Much, much better than mine. But his Chinese... lalala. He plans to take over Malaysia as Prime Minister and name his party Banana Republic.

Ah. Go read his blog. I'm lazy to write more. Again. Happy birthday Quah!

Oh. Yesterday I went for Cempaka commencements. We dyed our hair with temporary colours! Haha. Go checkout my multiply!

Thursday, August 09, 2007


Forget the blogging craze. It's the birthday craze!

Tons of people's birthday over the past few weeks and the weeks to come. Crazy! Let me list. Hmm can't really remember all but let me start from:

July 16: Beatrice
July 20: Shen, Calvyn Apek, Lye Yee and Puan Siti
July 22: My dad
July 24: GoonieMay, Kin Mun
July 26: Sen
July 29: Kah Ann
August 1: ME ME ME ME ME, Aemilia Teoh (though I don't really know her)
August 2: KahMay, My cousin Weirong, Karim, Darshen
August 3: Miss Tok
August 8: Irina, Chung Yi
August 9: Pikkaye
August 11: Nick (a)Quah
August 12: Don
August 13: Tara aka EmmaWatson
*EDIT* August 17: Gigi Ng Hui Gi!

CRAZY RIGHT? And there's more. I just.. forgot.

My personal hypothesis: Parents are too busy working so they hump during November/December when there's lotsa holidays. Therefore kids pop out at July/August! Makes sense hor?

Hump until no flesh

Anyway, birthdays are always the days we look forward to. As young kids, we refer it to the day we get presents. Toys, glorious toys! Cars, robots and legos!

As we grow older, especially during teenage years, birthdays start to give a whole different meaning. It means being able to spend some special time with your loved one. Or being able to have a worthwhile time with your beloved friends. This is also the time where we receive lesser and lesser presents. Friends start sharing money to buy you a gift you will treasure and appreciate, though expensive. Such as hamsters.

My hamsters; SpiderPig and Harry Plopper

The older we get, the more we will reminiscent about our younger days. We will feel nostalgic, emo, and say to ourselves "let's just move on with life." After all, it is just a day to mark our first breathe in this cruel, cold world.

I was wondering if I would be looking forward to my birthday in years to come? What is there to be expected from? Would it just show that I'm a year closer to death?

P/S: You know you're getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007


We all have a certain affinity for something. Like *shit I wanted to put some chemistry thingie here but my chemistry masuk longkang* Chinky having affinity for guys. Such a powerful word. A natural attraction or a feeling of kinship.

Pardon me but I have an affinity for well-endowed girls. Like the Boob Lady in Simpsons the Movie. This might sound like some perverted shit but it's my blog nonetheless and I'm an eighteen year old teenager eager to hump and is legal to get helplessly inebriated. Hehe. I don't know why I even like breasts. They don't do anything. They just bounce up and down and that makes me happy. Apparently, from what Chinky told me, if you stare at them for a certain amount of time everyday you can live longer!! Everybody get your binoculars!

I'm so gonna live longer!!

So, God please bless me with a well-endowed girlfriend or something. Hehe. I'M NOT A PERVERT~!

Speaking of which, it seems like Rainbows have affinity for Sunshines! Or was it the other way round? Heehee. Have fun dating 2 of you!

Tuesday, August 07, 2007


Daym. I have 2 rodents in my house. Brought them back and my mum was like "AIYO! Why your friend give you these kinda stuff one??"

Well I had a bday celebration in conjunction with my friend Kah May on the 4th in Modestos Hartamas. Kmay if you're reading this I wanna say thanks lots! I felt so useless when u did all the planning and stuff. Anyways the party was sort of expected =p. The group of people were kinda separated into HELPers, Taylorians, and Cempakans. But ah well. Hard to start small talks. Plus I'm not some super sociable guy. But Kmay has hot friends. Ehe. BUT SHE SAY ALL TAKEN. WTH! WHERE IS JUSTICE?!?!

Back to my hammies. I went to CK's house to collect them. They bit through their cardboard box/whatever it was. So I could not enjoy setting up the cage. His sisters had already put the hamsters in the cage and stuff like that. I think hamsters must have quite a fun life. They fight for the friggin wheel. And they run at like, 3~4 am in the morning. Damn scary. Suddenly you wake up u hear a distinctive noise. Then u walk towards the noise u see 2 bums running on a wheel. Damn potong steam la. I thought can encounter some ghost so I will be traumatised for life or something like that.

Anyway, their names are Spiderpig and Harry Plopper. Simpsons! Haha. Will update more. Check my multiply anytime!

Friday, August 03, 2007


Well, here I am again. Being sucked in by the whirlpool of blogging *thebimbobloggerfatmanslimmans fault*. It sucks being someone who once blogged for like everyday then suddenly see the blog die out. Life sucks. Everything sucks. But... no girls suck me one.. LOL. Haha I tried starting off being emo but suddenly became lame. I TRIED OKAY?

In case you didn't know I'm in Taylor's University College doing SAM program. Daym. This post should've been here 7 months ago. WTFHAX!!!oneone!111!!!!oneoneone!11!1!!1 And college was at first, wonderful. No prefects. I'm perfect with that. Wear anything i want. If i wanna be emo i wear all black. If i wanna be happy i wear pink. At least I don't wanna be fruity and wear some gay assed green blazer with gayer stripes that looks like some watermelon *cempakablazerssucksbigtime*.

But after awhile, you start waking up in the morning saying. Er. What on earth am i going to wear today?

Oh but college is eye candy. Girls. These wonderful creatures. Short skirts. Mini skirts. Heels. Shoulder revealing. Sometimes can see bra straps. Midriff. Round asses. B@@bs. Woo. But whats the point I just look =.=. So sad. Sob. No courage to approach girls. And most of the ones I like are taken! WTH LA! Which indirectly shows I have good taste. HeeHee. Nevermind. I shall go sulk in a corner.

So yesterday was my birthday. If you're reading this now, better get me my present. Thx.

Gah. So much to write but if i carry on.. we'll carry on, we'll carry on.. *starts singing black parade* Sorry got carried away. Anyway if I carry on I would've slept if I were reading the post. I'll save the rest for another day. Goodbye world. Now wheres my bamboo... ah.. there it is... mmm...

WHAT? GO LA! Whack you than you know!