Something really stupid just happened that I really have to blog about: Now I was trying to download Transporter 3 simply because I haven't had the time to watch it while it was screening at cinemas. Nothing wrong with that, yes, but the thing is, I use a P2P program called Ares, and Ares users will know that there is a preview function that lets you view whatever it is that you have downloaded so far, and so when I pressed the preview button to make sure that the movie wasn't in Spanish, some really loud moaning sounds came blasting out of the speakers. I know that you think this doesn't make sense, but it does because you see, some jackass had renamed a porno Transporter 3 so when I downloaded that file I was in fact downloading a porno. Here's the really stupid part though: When I previewed the file my sister was in the same room as I was, so she heard those moaning sounds too and therefore gave me a weird look. Now my sister's going to think that I'm a porno addict, all because some insufferable fool conveniently decided to rename a porno film with the same title as the movie I was looking for.
Here's something worth contemplating though: You know how sometimes you download movies and watch them with your family? Can you imagine what would have happened if I watched that with my parents without previewing it first? I shall not though because the very thought of watching a porno with your parents is simply beyond my imagination. Moral of the story? Turn off your speakers if you intend to preview a video you have downloaded and always, ALWAYS make sure you screen through it beforehand if you do intend to watch it with any of your family members, especially your parents.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Post exam antics
Because Anton and Hannah have blogged about what we did after our trials on Friday, I therefore feel obliged to do the same. And for the very first time in a really, really long time, I shall include something in this post that has been missing for quite a while..pictures! Now don't be surprised if the pictures you see here turn out to be exactly the same as the ones on the blogs of the aforementioned people because they all have been taken by Hannah and me.
We had all planned to go and watch a movie immediately after our last paper, but to our dismay ol' George decided that we should still have one last Chemistry lesson before our holidays. After 'wasting' five hours in college we were finally able to leave, and it was decided that One Utama shall be the mall of choice. Because there were eight of us half would have to take a taxi while the remaining half would get the opportunity to sample Anton's new car. However, due to Anton's questionable sense of direction we took longer than we should have to reach the said destination, that is until Hannah and I intervened.
Final Destination 4 was the movie of the day since that's what all of us wanted to watch, and while waiting for the movie to start the guys decided to try a spot of bowling. We divided ourselves into the MCA's(Anton, Chien Wen and I) and the MIC's(Ganesh, Laveen and Ram), and it brings me great disappointment to announce that the MCA's lost by only a few miserable points. Now I shall remind you that the MIC's only won by sheer luck and that we could have easily trashed you had all of us played properly.
So what was the movie actually like? We choose this movie with great anticipation(or at least I did) seeing that the first three were so bloody awesome, but sadly, the fourth movie was RUBBISH and I really do mean RUBBISH. Why? Because everything was blatantly blown out of proportion, and the degree of effects used made everything like the explosions and the way people died completely unrealistic, and therefore the whole movie was not realistic at all, so unless you're a sadistic bastard like Laveen I strongly recommend against watching it.
After the movie we went and had dinner, at my recommendation, at Just Thai. Because it was Raya time almost all the tables were either fully occupied or reserved. This meant that all eight of us had to squeeze into a table meant for four as it was the only one left, and after doing so we passed the time waiting for our food to come by cam whoring. Now I know that it is not very clear, but this picture below shows just how cramped we were, especially when compared to the bench seating the couple behind us:
As you can see from the picture below, I have clearly managed to convert Hannah into becoming someone more like myself:
And Anton, upon seeing Hannah's newfound joy for the unmentionable , looked at her in this rather dandy and suggestive manner:
What the two of them did after the whole thing was over is, however, for them to know and for us to find out.
After dinner someone had the bright idea to have a karaoke session, and if you have ever seen the karaoke booths at One Utama you'll know how ridiculously small they are but yet again all eight of us managed to squeeze into a single booth, much to the amusement of other people passing by, some of which were simply too dumbfounded to do anything but just stand there and stare at us in amazement. Because I can't sing I refused to put the mike to my mouth for most of the session, and so did Chien Wen, and when they made me hold it during the last song I simply turned it off. Of course we both got called spoilsports because of that, but I can assure you that the only way to get me to sing during a karaoke session would be to get me hopelessly drunk beforehand.
Before everyone left we took one last group picture, and because there was no one there to help us do so Ganesh and Hannah decided to take turns:
Well then I shall stop right here, otherwise I will end up making this post ridiculously long. Goodnight and wet dreams.
We had all planned to go and watch a movie immediately after our last paper, but to our dismay ol' George decided that we should still have one last Chemistry lesson before our holidays. After 'wasting' five hours in college we were finally able to leave, and it was decided that One Utama shall be the mall of choice. Because there were eight of us half would have to take a taxi while the remaining half would get the opportunity to sample Anton's new car. However, due to Anton's questionable sense of direction we took longer than we should have to reach the said destination, that is until Hannah and I intervened.
Final Destination 4 was the movie of the day since that's what all of us wanted to watch, and while waiting for the movie to start the guys decided to try a spot of bowling. We divided ourselves into the MCA's(Anton, Chien Wen and I) and the MIC's(Ganesh, Laveen and Ram), and it brings me great disappointment to announce that the MCA's lost by only a few miserable points. Now I shall remind you that the MIC's only won by sheer luck and that we could have easily trashed you had all of us played properly.
So what was the movie actually like? We choose this movie with great anticipation(or at least I did) seeing that the first three were so bloody awesome, but sadly, the fourth movie was RUBBISH and I really do mean RUBBISH. Why? Because everything was blatantly blown out of proportion, and the degree of effects used made everything like the explosions and the way people died completely unrealistic, and therefore the whole movie was not realistic at all, so unless you're a sadistic bastard like Laveen I strongly recommend against watching it.
After the movie we went and had dinner, at my recommendation, at Just Thai. Because it was Raya time almost all the tables were either fully occupied or reserved. This meant that all eight of us had to squeeze into a table meant for four as it was the only one left, and after doing so we passed the time waiting for our food to come by cam whoring. Now I know that it is not very clear, but this picture below shows just how cramped we were, especially when compared to the bench seating the couple behind us:
As you can see from the picture below, I have clearly managed to convert Hannah into becoming someone more like myself:
And Anton, upon seeing Hannah's newfound joy for the unmentionable , looked at her in this rather dandy and suggestive manner:
What the two of them did after the whole thing was over is, however, for them to know and for us to find out.
After dinner someone had the bright idea to have a karaoke session, and if you have ever seen the karaoke booths at One Utama you'll know how ridiculously small they are but yet again all eight of us managed to squeeze into a single booth, much to the amusement of other people passing by, some of which were simply too dumbfounded to do anything but just stand there and stare at us in amazement. Because I can't sing I refused to put the mike to my mouth for most of the session, and so did Chien Wen, and when they made me hold it during the last song I simply turned it off. Of course we both got called spoilsports because of that, but I can assure you that the only way to get me to sing during a karaoke session would be to get me hopelessly drunk beforehand.
Before everyone left we took one last group picture, and because there was no one there to help us do so Ganesh and Hannah decided to take turns:
Well then I shall stop right here, otherwise I will end up making this post ridiculously long. Goodnight and wet dreams.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Boo.
I found it a bit hard to start typing again after temporarily and unintentionally abandoning this blog for over two months, but thanks mainly to endless pestering from Chulan and Tiffany, I have therefore decided to fulfil my blogging obligations.
Lots have happened since my last update, the most significant of which would be the forming of Wanted Symphony, my third, or strictly speaking, second band I've been recruited in since starting college. Now I have to say that for a band that's just only a month old we've been pretty active as we've already performed at three gigs, hopefully with many more to come. One thing very different about Wanted Symphony from the other bands I've played for is that we've actually written some of our own songs...how awesome is that eh?
I have, however had my first embarrassing moment with this band, which would be at our second gig at Muzium Telekom when I fell off the stage during the sound check, resulting in the near-hysterical laughter of Daniel and Aaron...those insufferable buggers...=_= Now it is perfectly understandable how someone may fall off a stage during the performance itself, due to excessive jumping etc, but how I fell of the stage during a SOUND CHECK was very simple: I wanted to see how my amp would sound from where the audience would be, and therefore jumped down the stage, while unfortunately neglecting to observe the fact that my cable had conveniently decided to wind itself around my foot, thus causing me to fall on my face, and because the cable was plugged into my amp that toppled over too. All this happened while half the audience was there, so you can imagine the embarrassment I had to endure, but at least they were polite enough not to laugh and humiliate me even further, unlike most idiots their age would. Oh, and I broke my 50 ringgit Fender cable in the process. But at least this taught me a very valuable lesson on performing: ALWAYS, ALWAYS check that your feet are free of cables before attempting to jump off a stage.
Anyway, I've got yet another gig at One Utama tomorrow, this time with another band and I've yet to learn the three songs we're gonna play and therefore I shall stop right here.
Lots have happened since my last update, the most significant of which would be the forming of Wanted Symphony, my third, or strictly speaking, second band I've been recruited in since starting college. Now I have to say that for a band that's just only a month old we've been pretty active as we've already performed at three gigs, hopefully with many more to come. One thing very different about Wanted Symphony from the other bands I've played for is that we've actually written some of our own songs...how awesome is that eh?
I have, however had my first embarrassing moment with this band, which would be at our second gig at Muzium Telekom when I fell off the stage during the sound check, resulting in the near-hysterical laughter of Daniel and Aaron...those insufferable buggers...=_= Now it is perfectly understandable how someone may fall off a stage during the performance itself, due to excessive jumping etc, but how I fell of the stage during a SOUND CHECK was very simple: I wanted to see how my amp would sound from where the audience would be, and therefore jumped down the stage, while unfortunately neglecting to observe the fact that my cable had conveniently decided to wind itself around my foot, thus causing me to fall on my face, and because the cable was plugged into my amp that toppled over too. All this happened while half the audience was there, so you can imagine the embarrassment I had to endure, but at least they were polite enough not to laugh and humiliate me even further, unlike most idiots their age would. Oh, and I broke my 50 ringgit Fender cable in the process. But at least this taught me a very valuable lesson on performing: ALWAYS, ALWAYS check that your feet are free of cables before attempting to jump off a stage.
Anyway, I've got yet another gig at One Utama tomorrow, this time with another band and I've yet to learn the three songs we're gonna play and therefore I shall stop right here.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Toilet cleaner green
I believe it has been quite a while since I last updated, and the reason for this is rather simple: I was simply too lazy. While I do remember saying in my previous post that there's no point blogging when you haven't got anything to blog about, I've now got another reason for my once-a-month posts, and that is there's also no point blogging when you don't feel like blogging, because then your posts would be written half-heartedly which would make your blog unpleasant to read, and because of this no one's going to read your posts which defeats the entire purpose of blogging. Therefore in the future if you want to know why I haven't posted in ages even though I've got a lot worth blogging about, simply refer to my second reason for not blogging.
Now I will tell you that a lot has happened since my last update as it's been two bloody months, but because I don't feel like putting all that down I shall only blog about what I feel like blogging right now. And right now I want to rant. I want to rant about timetables, specifically the timetables that we have to follow. Now if you're an A-level Science student studying in my college and you take Chemistry, you will know that our chem class has been allocated a rather inconvenient time, because of which we only get to go home at ten past seven on Fridays and half an hour earlier on Tuesdays. What's ridiculous is that on Tuesdays we've got almost six hours with nothing to do before chem and about two hours less on Fridays. Because we've got so much free time it would seem logical to have these classes during our free time so that we can leave earlier, but the thing is that ol' George is only free at that time. Fine. This was at the beginning of the term, when we thought our timetables could not possibly get any worse. How wrong we were.
When the timetables were changed in the middle of the term, we found that chem was still at the same time. Fine. Then a few weeks after that when we got more and more classes, things got even worse. Much much worse. This situation, however, only applies to those who take Further Math, and I happen to be one of those poor, unfortunate sods. You see this is because we now have seven sodding hours without a break on Thursdays. I really do feel that whoever planned this timetable is a complete and incurable idiot. No one in the right state of mind would put a student through that, simply because it won't work. Yes, the imbeciles will argue that we've got to have a specific number of hours for each lesson in a week, and therefore they have no choice but to squeeze it in, but our brains can only function effectively under continuous use for a certain period of time, after which they are rendered useless, and further use would cause symptoms of brain damage and insanity, which explains my behaving like a monkey on steroids after Further Stats on Thursdays. Why couldn't they have chucked some of it to either Tuesday or Friday, when we've got shiteloads of free time?
Somebody remind me yet again why I'm taking Further Math, or even A-level Science for that matter because I can't seem to remember. And since it's now 1.44 am I shall now go to bed. Goodnight.
Now I will tell you that a lot has happened since my last update as it's been two bloody months, but because I don't feel like putting all that down I shall only blog about what I feel like blogging right now. And right now I want to rant. I want to rant about timetables, specifically the timetables that we have to follow. Now if you're an A-level Science student studying in my college and you take Chemistry, you will know that our chem class has been allocated a rather inconvenient time, because of which we only get to go home at ten past seven on Fridays and half an hour earlier on Tuesdays. What's ridiculous is that on Tuesdays we've got almost six hours with nothing to do before chem and about two hours less on Fridays. Because we've got so much free time it would seem logical to have these classes during our free time so that we can leave earlier, but the thing is that ol' George is only free at that time. Fine. This was at the beginning of the term, when we thought our timetables could not possibly get any worse. How wrong we were.
When the timetables were changed in the middle of the term, we found that chem was still at the same time. Fine. Then a few weeks after that when we got more and more classes, things got even worse. Much much worse. This situation, however, only applies to those who take Further Math, and I happen to be one of those poor, unfortunate sods. You see this is because we now have seven sodding hours without a break on Thursdays. I really do feel that whoever planned this timetable is a complete and incurable idiot. No one in the right state of mind would put a student through that, simply because it won't work. Yes, the imbeciles will argue that we've got to have a specific number of hours for each lesson in a week, and therefore they have no choice but to squeeze it in, but our brains can only function effectively under continuous use for a certain period of time, after which they are rendered useless, and further use would cause symptoms of brain damage and insanity, which explains my behaving like a monkey on steroids after Further Stats on Thursdays. Why couldn't they have chucked some of it to either Tuesday or Friday, when we've got shiteloads of free time?
Somebody remind me yet again why I'm taking Further Math, or even A-level Science for that matter because I can't seem to remember. And since it's now 1.44 am I shall now go to bed. Goodnight.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Machalacamacocoa.
So then I shall admit that I've yet again been a bit too lazy to update recently, but even then there wasn't much to blog about.
Okay. No. That wasn't me. Me as in Shum. This is me. As in Tiffany, me. Yes, that was a little bit of self-advertising, but hey, you'll only make it big if you market yourself right. Anyways, by some miraculous way, Shum has allowed me to update his blog! *loud cheers ensue*
Honestly, I'm a bimbo blogger. Meaning, I say completely pointless things which do not apply to the general public and in no possible way contribute to the society or make the world a better place. Instead, I blog self-indulgently. And I'm doing it again.
Anyhow, you are all here to read about Shum's updates.. so let me update about Shum! Let's see. Basically, I'm not really sure what he's been doing. I know he has loads of homework, which he spends his nights doing. But then again, he does his homework while his computer's turned on, so I don't know how productive that can actually be. Err.. Right! Shum's birthday's coming up .. in June! June 27th to be exact. I only know that because I checked facebook. But I did remember it was in June. So yeah. Okay, so it's still about a month away, but according to Shum's blogging trackrecord, a month's usually the interval of time in which he blogs, so that should be about right.
Usually, I blog like.. two lines then I space. But for the sake of keeping the balance of this blog, I'm not doing that. Oh great, there I go again. Talking about myself. OKAY, moving on. Yes. Megan Fox is a man. DO READ the post that the link leads to first before reading the rest of this post. Because really, it'll BLOW YOUR MIND! :O
Okay, done reading?
OKAY GOOD.
Yeah, most of you would have figured out by now.. that that was a fake news report. But still.. super cool website nonetheless. According to "the world's only reliable news", Miley Cyrus has joined the Communists. Okay, back to Shum. He has long hair. Not long as in.. tie long. Long as in if you're in highschool you'd have to trim it long. Long's nice.. Mhmm.. Oh right, Shum goes to KDU College, which has loads of super cool events! Today, I read in the newspaper about a dodgeball thing held at KDU College. I always wanted to learn dodgeball because I found it cool when I saw it in Chicken Little! And like, always those nerds get attacked by dodgeballs. Actually, I'm starting to wonder.. who made it cool to be a jock and lame to be a nerd? Some could argue that nerds earn more money.. but like, that's only if you're a super nerd (ex: Bill Gates) But then again, loads of athletes earn lots and lots of money too, and that's only if they're super athletes. Oh, right! Back to dodgeball.. I wanna learn dodgeball!
OKAY FINE. I'm done. Tiffany out. (: (: (:
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Let the chicken speak for itself
So then I shall admit that I've been a bit too lazy to update recently, but even then there wasn't much to blog about. A friend once said to me 'Why update if there's nothing to update about?' Very true, this. Anyway on to the first item in this post: SPM results. I got 9A1s and 1A2. No prizes to guessing what the A2 was for. But then I should be thankful that them eduphiles at our beloved Ministry of Education decided that I did deserve my A after all, no matter how weak an A it was. Yes you heard that right, those bastards will give you a sodding 3B or even a 5C(depending on skin colour) if they think your skin ain't brown enough. Idiots.
On a much lighter I had a barbecue at my place on Thursday over the holidays. I can't remember why, but I think it was because every time I buy junk food I always go for the barbecue flavoured ones, and since I hardly taste real roasted chicken I decided to try the real thing myself. And now because I have, I hereby declare that barbecue flavoured chips are bullshit. Taste nothing like the real thing. Not even close. And since it was my first time hosting one I had a bit of trouble getting the fire going. I shall do it Outward Bound style and simply use kerosene instead the next time I have another one then. Chicken might smell a bit though. But anyway I think I can rightfully say that that was an awesome barbecue, and I'm pretty sure that you'd agree, dear reader, had you been there stuffing yourself silly with roasted lamb, chicken and wild rice while being serenaded by Ram's cover of I'm Yours, and then getting drunk on my mom's pineapple enzyme. And thank you sooo much Chulan for doing so much of the fanning, even when you couldn't eat any of the mouth-watering meat simmering on that grill. Oh and Sue too, for going about her poking duties so professionally, without which most of us would've probably had half cooked chicken for dinner.
I learned a few things from this barbecue, things that would stay with me until the day I die, and among them are:
1) Marshmallows taste good when roasted
2) A big bag of marshmallows will NEVER be enough for thirteen people, even if all thirteen have been stuffed full
3) Soda on ice cream is heaveeeeen
4) Marinading chicken for at least 24 hours is a MUST prior to barbecueing
5) Roasted chicken is awesome, even if it's got bits of burnt charcoal on it
6) Khairin will eat lamb if said lamb is irresistibly tempting
Alright, that's all for now, my fellow padawans XD
On a much lighter I had a barbecue at my place on Thursday over the holidays. I can't remember why, but I think it was because every time I buy junk food I always go for the barbecue flavoured ones, and since I hardly taste real roasted chicken I decided to try the real thing myself. And now because I have, I hereby declare that barbecue flavoured chips are bullshit. Taste nothing like the real thing. Not even close. And since it was my first time hosting one I had a bit of trouble getting the fire going. I shall do it Outward Bound style and simply use kerosene instead the next time I have another one then. Chicken might smell a bit though. But anyway I think I can rightfully say that that was an awesome barbecue, and I'm pretty sure that you'd agree, dear reader, had you been there stuffing yourself silly with roasted lamb, chicken and wild rice while being serenaded by Ram's cover of I'm Yours, and then getting drunk on my mom's pineapple enzyme. And thank you sooo much Chulan for doing so much of the fanning, even when you couldn't eat any of the mouth-watering meat simmering on that grill. Oh and Sue too, for going about her poking duties so professionally, without which most of us would've probably had half cooked chicken for dinner.
I learned a few things from this barbecue, things that would stay with me until the day I die, and among them are:
1) Marshmallows taste good when roasted
2) A big bag of marshmallows will NEVER be enough for thirteen people, even if all thirteen have been stuffed full
3) Soda on ice cream is heaveeeeen
4) Marinading chicken for at least 24 hours is a MUST prior to barbecueing
5) Roasted chicken is awesome, even if it's got bits of burnt charcoal on it
6) Khairin will eat lamb if said lamb is irresistibly tempting
Alright, that's all for now, my fellow padawans XD
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
I am a siner, come cosine with me
Someone prank called my mom today and told her that I'd been kidnapped. So then she got kinda worried, and I say kinda because when she asked for the name of her 'son' whoever it was hung up. And then she called Ms Chee to ask if I was in college. Then she called Chulan to ask him the same thing. And then she called me. Then they both called me. And because of this rather weird incident some old beggar outside managed to get eight bucks from me. Bloody hell. Of course there was a possibility that the kidnapping was for real and the kidnappers called up the wrong mom, and she therefore went to lodge a report at some local police station. She told em to trace the call and you know what the idiots said? They told her to go trace the call herself. I honestly have nothing to say here. If ever I'm in some sort of serious trouble I think I'd rather try handling it myself than giving a 911 to those incompetent imbeciles.
All this pie is killing me.
All this pie is killing me.
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