Sunday, December 17, 2006 : The Most Amazing Prom with the Corniest Name ' 06. Part 1--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I don't feel the constant need to update very often anymore.
For one, I don't think I have many readers at the moment. And for two, all my fellow blogmates are all currently as dormant in blogging as a man with erectile dysfunction in having intercourse.
I mean, put it this way, Skyler's in Amedikah with her ang moh boyfriend, Seng Yau finally got a life ('bout time, dude) and even the popular bloggers are getting boring.
I shall not say who in particular, but you'd probably know who especially if you're a reader of his blog.
Kington remains the only frequent blog mate who seems to have no life and is as loyal a reader to me as a fly is to dog shit.
Thanks for having no life, man. If it weren't for you having no life, I'd have a life right now.
Thanks buddy. =)
Prom night was upon us all last Wednesday.
Yes sir'ee, The 13th of December was the last day most of us would ever see each other again.
But I shall not spoil the happy content with emotional bullshit.
And what better way to get the humour oing than by telling you the theme of our prom night?
Are you ready for this? Twilight Enchantment.
I'll leave you guys with your laughter first before I continue.
Anyway.... Meet my prom date of the night...
That's Cher, and if you're a frequent enough reader of my blog, you'd know she's quite a frequent fixture on my blog as the object of comparison to anything beautiful.
Well, needless to say, she was prettier than anyone on that day. In my opinion, of course.
Wouldn't want to start any rifts with girlfriends or dates of those who were there, would I?
So Cher and I reached the Renaisscance Hotel at 6.45 pm sharp.
Believe me, we could've been earlier but then hor a certain handsome person forgot our prom tickets and so we had to go back to get it.
But I'm pretty relieved we didn't reach there so early because we were one of the first who got there.
So anyway, cut short to the event, it kicked off with fire eaters doing their thang.
See, the thing about the entertaining fire eaters was the background music- Las Ketchup.
No it wasn't that shit annoying Ketchup Song but it was another annoying so of theirs which name I don't wanna know.
Anyway the part of it that strikes me most as ironic is the song actually worked very well as the background music to the shirtless fire eaters did nothing but blow fire and scream every so often.
Then came the best part of the event, and believe me, this was as good as it got, unfortunately. Tat Ren, my good man, went on stage and did an unbelievable identical version of Canon Rock.
Now if you don't know what the effing hell is Canon Rock, you've probably been living under a rock for the past 2 years.
Canon Rock happens to be the most popular, and not to mention skillful, guitar video on YouTube by this guy named JerryC.
Sorry lah, I didn't record his performance, but watching this is just as good.
Anyway, later on came the performance of Furniture, a local band.
Now here is where my criticism comes in- I didn't like their performance at all.
It's not because of the music they played but because, quite frankly, the music was too loud to even be heard.
And wtf kind of name is Furniture? They sound like some kind of Jazz band or something.
Anyway, Furniture definately paves the road for even stupider band names in this country, as if the names aren't already bizarre enough.
Think Seven Collar T-Shirt, Flop Poppy, Love Me Butch, John's Mistress etc.
Next time I wanna name my band Scrotum Queens, can?
So then later on came the school band due to perform, but no this time it wasn't Calling Redemption.
Enter a new band, I-dont-know-what-the-name-is-so-i'll-just-call-them-Zikry's-Band.
They performed Guns n' Roses' Sweet Child of Mine, but like all other local bands to come from the school, the vocalist just seems to spoil the rest of the song.
Next up was the anouncement of Best Dressed Couple which went to Maybelline and Jin Hong.
Then after that came the crowning of The Prom King and Queen of 2006 which went to...
Mr Tan Jin Ern and Ms Vineeta Tan.
Guess what? They're brothers and sisters!
Nolah, I'm lying lah but, if you think about it, two Tans winning and another Tan writing about them is a lil scary.
Next up was Calling Redemption.
Except not really.
This time around, the prom committee realised how crap the lead singer was at school events so they decided to scrap half the band and hopefully see if they can deliver a better performance without some members around.
So enter a new look Calling Redemption- everybody leaves cept the lead singer and guitarist.
Nolah, it's just an accoustic performance by Ming Han and his kuli, Amir.
Surprisingly he did reasonably well compared to the last time he performed.
...You know, the time when he caused ear tumor to everybody listening.
Btw you might notice, for the first 1 minute or so, their guitars were out of tune and some people were laughing, but those people who laughed were assholes.
I guess here comes the Xiaxue-esque part of my blog post.
And that concludes Part One of the prom post.
Part Two will cover what happened after the ball- where we went, what we did, who we did ;)
Eh, it's pretty long so... stay tuned =)
Saturday, December 09, 2006 : Awesome Number Plate
How amazing is that?!
Wednesday, December 06, 2006 : Guess who's back?
We (We being Arsenal, not we being me and my balls in a nutshell) have proudly beaten Manchester United and Liverpool this season.
And quite comfortably, in that.
Yes, and the fact we were going to wear graduation gowns and mortar boards was also quite a tempting attraction.
Of course, every good thought we had of wearing oversized robes and a square plank on our head were quickly put to sleep when we started feeling the heat- it was pretty damn hot in there with no fans, let alone air conditioning.
But I guess the day was pretty memorable, to say the least.
Well, not in the sense that I got to see alot of sweaty chicks drenched in sweat, but the fact that I remember that day as the day that I felt alot of gas in my stomache, but somehow could not fart. Period.
It's not that I didn't want to fart because I would be humiliated if I did. Believe me, at that time I wouldn't have given a flying fuck if everybody stared at me, the farting idiot in the corner, but the truth of it all was, I couldn't fart... and that's it.
How uncomfortable do you think that is?
Well if you must know the full story, I did fart in the end. Just not on that day.
Exactly! I didn't fucking fart, or shit, that whole day!
Only in the early hours of the next morning did I let all the fumes out of my cannister. And boy, was my seefuttloong painful after that.
Later during the month, exam pressure hit me like a bloody dictionary over the top of my head.
So hard, in fact, that if you compiled my stress into a container, it would explode.
Uh huh. But SPM's shit.
I study so damn hard eight hours a day on topics that I assume would come out and would be tough to answer. The next day, they ask me stuff that I didn't study, but are easy to answer.
But that's still okay.
That was for math, physics and chemistry.
When it came to biology, I thought I had it in the bag since y'know bio was always my strong subject for science so a little light reading here and there and I would've thought that I covered everything that I needed to cover.
Oh how damn wrong I was.
Now I'll be happy if I even got a B for biology. Bi-o-fucking-logy.
On a brighter note though, I've come to a self-explained conclusion on how the pressure gets to you, depending on your gender.
For the ladies, it's almost as if they have permanent PMS.
Irritate them a lil bit and they'll shoot your head off with a damn AK-47.
Well, not all. But most. If you're not like that, then congratulations, you're minority.
Oh how I hope that my future employer won't be a woman.
I'm not sexist; I'm just scared. Scared out of my quivering scrotum.
For the guys, however, we seem to go a little bit crazy as if we were high on weed and drunk on absinthe or something.
We tend to do things we've never done before after hitting the books.
For example, I never did like listening to Light n' Easy.
But for about half an hour, I think, hitz.fm was going a little crazy so I tuned in to Light n' Easy and even sang along to Hotel California, not Dani California, and Celine Dion.
...but this is my opinion. If you object, feel free to.
But I warn you, call my anything similar to the term "sexist pig" and I'll burn your house, and every other jamban in a 5km radius.
You don't believe, you try.
After the SPM was over, I happily returned to being a normal slacker again.
I watched the latest 007 and I'm pretty happy to say that Daniel Craig is probably one of the best Bonds yet.
Anyway, I'll be blogging more often so... you readers, come back to mikedotorg.blogspot, where entrtainment is number one!
Oh and by the way, here's something to attract you guys to come. It's a possible list of the next few things I'll blog about.
- Mike and Chiak's birthday bash 2006
- More MDO Viva La Mike
- SMKDU prom night 2006
- A For-Men-Only exclusive post on the hottest chicks around... within your grasp.
So stay tuned ;)
By the way, I'm back..
Friday, December 01, 2006 : IronyWhat is irony? This overly-used, much cliche word has been uttered out of most people's mouths just as much as water has flowed into our mouths. Problem with the word "irony" is that we rarely know what it really means. Instead, we use it when things happen... things that we can hardly find words to explain. Or maybe we use it when funny things happen. Like, you buy a top/handphone/shoes and your friend happens to have gotten the exact same one. Same colour. Same material. Same model. Whatever.
So what's with this "irony" business?
Well, I have this "old" handphone. A Nokia 6600. Throughout the two years I have been using it, it has died down on me a few times. But I've never given up on the fella. Thus, I've still been keeping this "soap bar phone" with me. However, about a month plus back, it completely died down on me. Again. I know what the problem is. It is always ALWAYS the same problem - overload of memory, causing it to "hang". Handphones pretty much work like computers, I assume. And when a problem like this happens, the best thing to do is to reformat it.
And so I went to a Nokia shop yesterday, asking the guy how much it would cost to fix this 6600 of mine. The conversation went pretty much like this:
Guy from Nokia (GFN): (After looking at my handphone) This is an old phone. Are you sure you want to have it fixed?
Me: Yes... I've been using it for quite some time and I actually like it.
GFN: It wouldn't be worth fixing it. To reformat it I would charge you RM60.
I was already cursing by then. Sixty bucks to fix MY 6600? No way! In any case, I dropped by at Dr. Mobile Clinic to check with them. They decided that to reformat MY 6600 would cost me RM80.
NO WAY WAS I GOING TO PAY EITHER RM80 OR EVEN RM60 FOR MY 6600!
And so today I went to the Digital Mall in Section 14, hoping that somebody would understand my plea (and my empty, "broken" pocket) and would charge me a minimal amount to reformat MY 6600. I stopped at this shop and the guy took a good look at my phone. He inserted his SIM card into the phone and started his "diagnosis". After much pressing, poking and peering, he shoved the phone to me.
I took a good look at it and saw it being formatted. (Gone were all my files and data)
And right after it was formatted, MY 6600 was fine, up and running again.
I looked up to the guy and asked him, "So how much are you going to charge me?"
He smiled and told me, "Nothing. Just give me back my SIM card."
And that was how I got my 6600 fixed for free.
And that is also what I would call irony. Had I fixed it in the Nokia shop or at the Dr Mobile Clinic, I would've been charged three to six days' worth of meals.
In any case, welcome back 6600.