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
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
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.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Bubbly monitors
Right so I think we did pretty darn good for the audition on Friday, considering the fact that I didn't get any practice with Andrew and all, and this was because the keys to the storeroom where the drums were kept had decided to disappear. We did two songs - The Ting Ting's shut up and let me go and burn baby burn by Ash. I vastly preferred doing the former simply because it had a nice catchy bassline, while burn baby burn required some rather fast picking, the art of which I haven't mastered since my bass makes much nicer sounds when fingered. Anyway I am glad to announce that all of those who auditioned got into PARTS, and therefore we shall be performing for the March intake orientation. I want to do Buckcherry's crazy bitch, but I have a feeling that won't be very appropriate...
Further Math has started two weeks ago and the stuff we're learning now isn't as hard as I thought it would be, but it is still shitloads harder than Pure Math, a fact proven when we averaged twenty minutes to answer one of them suicide-inducing questions. Mrs Loh says that she's doing the supposedly easier topics first, and I shudder to think what my poor brain's going to have to put up with when we come to the hard stuff. We're only doing two hours a week now, and I thought it would remain that way until our A2s, but i recently found out that when it comes to full swing we'd be doing eleven hours a week. Eleven sodding hours. That, my dear readers, is positively insane. As it is the two hours we have now is already making us work harder than camels in Pakistan, eleven hours would give us more reason to kill ourselves than that businessman who went bankrupt halfway through the recession, all because a bloke in Mexico wouldn't sell his house.
On another note, my internet connection has sped up. For now. Unfortunately though my brand new 22.5-inch LCD conveniently decided to spring a leak, and now there's a black spot smack in the centre that's about the size of an orange. A very large orange, that is. And it's still growing bigger, you can even see tiny black bubbles at the edge.
It's a lot bigger now, and it's even got a halo!
Haven't seen bubbles like this before now have you?
Because of this weird phenomena I have been forced to hook up that old CRT monitor to the new PC as it'll take about one to two weeks two replace, and the result sure isn't pretty, but then I guess it's better than nothing. What I don't understand though is why we can't just have fibre optic broadband, like they do in UK. Broadband there is so fast that you can stream an entire movie in a few minutes, and best of all you don't have to wait for Youtube videos to load. The half-wits that form most of our government can happily spend 21 million on a mosque that looks like a temple somewhere in Kedah, but this they can't do. But then again this is Malaysia and the only way we're going to get fibre optic broadband is when Badawi decides he wants to help himself to some high speed porn. Oh wait is this a bit too sensitive an issue? Am I going to get myself chucked into the Internal Security Act? Oooh I'm scared....
Anyway I've decided that I want the Fender, since the Ibanez is more of a metal guitar and that just won't do if I'm going to be playing blues on it. However, I again, as usual, have trouble deciding which colour I want and therefore need your help in choosing one. Here they are: wine red and sunburst respectively.
Further Math has started two weeks ago and the stuff we're learning now isn't as hard as I thought it would be, but it is still shitloads harder than Pure Math, a fact proven when we averaged twenty minutes to answer one of them suicide-inducing questions. Mrs Loh says that she's doing the supposedly easier topics first, and I shudder to think what my poor brain's going to have to put up with when we come to the hard stuff. We're only doing two hours a week now, and I thought it would remain that way until our A2s, but i recently found out that when it comes to full swing we'd be doing eleven hours a week. Eleven sodding hours. That, my dear readers, is positively insane. As it is the two hours we have now is already making us work harder than camels in Pakistan, eleven hours would give us more reason to kill ourselves than that businessman who went bankrupt halfway through the recession, all because a bloke in Mexico wouldn't sell his house.
On another note, my internet connection has sped up. For now. Unfortunately though my brand new 22.5-inch LCD conveniently decided to spring a leak, and now there's a black spot smack in the centre that's about the size of an orange. A very large orange, that is. And it's still growing bigger, you can even see tiny black bubbles at the edge.
It's a lot bigger now, and it's even got a halo!
Haven't seen bubbles like this before now have you?Because of this weird phenomena I have been forced to hook up that old CRT monitor to the new PC as it'll take about one to two weeks two replace, and the result sure isn't pretty, but then I guess it's better than nothing. What I don't understand though is why we can't just have fibre optic broadband, like they do in UK. Broadband there is so fast that you can stream an entire movie in a few minutes, and best of all you don't have to wait for Youtube videos to load. The half-wits that form most of our government can happily spend 21 million on a mosque that looks like a temple somewhere in Kedah, but this they can't do. But then again this is Malaysia and the only way we're going to get fibre optic broadband is when Badawi decides he wants to help himself to some high speed porn. Oh wait is this a bit too sensitive an issue? Am I going to get myself chucked into the Internal Security Act? Oooh I'm scared....
Anyway I've decided that I want the Fender, since the Ibanez is more of a metal guitar and that just won't do if I'm going to be playing blues on it. However, I again, as usual, have trouble deciding which colour I want and therefore need your help in choosing one. Here they are: wine red and sunburst respectively.
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