MikeDotOrg- Where Boring Is Not Never Interesting...

I can't do this anymore.

2007-02-10T03:15:00.000+08:00

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Just recently I've been blogging more and more seldomly as time went by.
Sometimes it was because I don't have the damn time to blog interesting topics anymore or I can't think of interesting topics to blog about.

Either way I've got a serious case of writer-with-no-time's block.
So to all my loyal readers, thanks for the support, thanks for reading, thanks for the coments and tags, thanks for supporting this blog.

No I'm not quitting blogging but I am going to take a very long hiatus to keep my mind where it should be, and hopefully when I return the creative juices will stimulate again and well, I'll see where that takes me.

So here, if you guys really want something to read from my blog here are some of my most memorable posts:

1. The OBS Saga- The country's most notorious camps because of the grueling labour, high fees and amazing scenery. I was there. I came, I saw, I made many new friends, I miss the place like hell. If you ever feel like going there, read my diary to see if it suits your liking. It most likely will. :)

2. Viva La Mike debut- The post which showed everyone a new perception of MikeDotOrg as a one-man-Whatever-Things-crew.

3. Pepsi Gold- My Pepsi Gold review which paved my way to blogger stardom for a few months. Short fame. But it was the best fame I ever had. :)

4. Diet Coke + Mentos- My second and last Viva La Mike video. One of the most popular Diet Coke and Mentos videos on YouTube with about 30,000 views to date.

5. Romando vs Selatan- My best friend Amir's and my parody of the totally cool Nike Football video featuring Cristiano Ronaldo and Zlatan Ibrahimovic. Some people say our version is more cool than stupid, which surprises me but makes my day. I place this as the best football post on my blog.

6. The Mikes at War- Just practically me showing off my photoshop skills to make a cool comic featuring myself as all four main characters.

7. You Learn It On TV- My favourite but somehow least popular popular post.

8. Malaysia Just Does It- My last interesting post. Enjoy!

Well this is my very last post for quite a while. See you guys a few months down the road.
Maybe in April. Maybe in July. Maybe in September. Maybe even next year.

Goodbye for now readers.
Goodbye for now MikeDotOrg.

I heart College

2007-02-01T19:58:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Eh, sorry I can't update as consistent as I did last time.
College assignments seem to creep up on me when I think I have some extra time to blog lah. Oh and my driving law test is tomorrow so I've been putting off blogging to try my very best to convince myself to try to study the big book of Malaysian Road Laws and do the sample qeustions...
So long story short, I haven't studied and my test is tomorrow. Oh row-dee-doo...
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As y'all know I can't blog today so I took the initiative to post up pics of my newest friends from college and stuff.
Heh, enjoy. You too, Aliah.

The girl with the camera addiction and the girl with the unfortunate distorted face.

Fann Wong and her fan boy

I was just checking how legal the tint was.. and the good news is, it's legal.

Official group picture of 2006. Says me.

My cam's got the BEST preset frames. Innit right, hippie?

Mo (yes, Mo like the Simpson's Mo): The oddball dude who's somehow mirraculously not in any of the group pictures.

Viv: The one who's brilliantly been able to dodge al our candid shots has finally been captured. Woohoo!

Beni's plush turtle gets the Amir-treatment.

Aliah: Well, all I can say is this pic looks very familiar.

Lo and behold, my first candid pic on this blog..

There is no dodging my quick candid hands, Beni...

Malaysia Just Did It

2007-01-23T22:53:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
... and suddenly the assignments start pouring in. Sorry for the lack of updates, but it's hard to ignore college =(

Anyway, on to another subject. I'm damn jealous lah!
Izzie is now a columnist at a Brunei Newspaper, Skyler got freebies from Star World some time back and my college mate is taking a certain famous blogger up a tall mountain. Damn jealous!
How come my blog doesn't get me anything?? Oh yeah, because I'm not controversial enough. XD
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Whenever the headlines on the back of the local newspapers boom the words Malaysia and amazing, that can only mean two things- Malaysia's squash queen Nicole David has probably won another squash tournament after an amazing match, or the Malaysian national football team has once again amazingly defied our perceptions and fell below par on expectations (which isn't high at all, to begin with)

Now don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against our national football team, because I'm behind us all the way.
I mean we can't even qualify for the bloody Asian Cup for crying out loud (unless we're the hosts).

"Eh hallo! We're losing 5-0, so stop looking at that ah lian in the stands and please PASS la!!"
At the end of the day, as Malaysian team athletes we tend to have some sort of ego- and that's a big no no in the world of football.

You can't play as a team when there is ego, and when there's ego there's the feeling of being the best at what you do.
When you think you're the best at what you do,you tend to think the world owes you something and therefore you do whatever the hell you like.
In this case, doing whatever the hell you like is missing training so that you can party all day and all night.

I'd like to see anyone dispute my anology.
I mean, agree or not, when we Malaysians do something "great", we slap ourselves with a huge congratulations and advertise our achievment everywhere.
I know la not everyone is like that, there's always that special handful of people who are humble no matter how great they are, but who says it takes all 11 egos to destroy one football team?

Believe me. I know this because I'm also like that lah, but at least I'm not afraid to acknowledge that.
For me, after having a string of good games in pool or football, I always feel pretty high up there, but somehow I always get brought back down to earth by a bad game or two.

"Good job, mates! We only lost 2-0 today. High five!!"
Sorry I digress.
Anyway I would think, in a nutshell, that Malaysians are much better at futsal than football. I mean we did host the Futsal World Championship some time back and I guess that's pretty cool.

Speaking of futsal by the way, I was at Al-Ikhsan at The Curve on Sunday selecting a new pair of futsal shoes when I saw a few people buying the new Malaysian team jersey from Nike.

Now that was quite an amazing sight. Seriously.

Because, put it this way, our national team's old sponsor, Adidas, isn't exactly a gay sports brand. Yet nobody seemed to want to buy our national jersey back then.

But then again, our national team has always somehow managed to live up to our sponsor's slogan.

Malaysia vs New Zealand 2005
For example, Adidas' catch phrase is Impossible Is Nothing.
True whaat!!~

About a decade ago, anybody would have told you that it was impossible for Malaysia to be ranked lower than New Zealand, Fiji, the Bahamas or even Kazakhstan (immagine Borat playing football) in FIFA's Official World Rankings.

But today!! IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING!! We're ranked 157 in the world below those countries, and even below Swaziland, Bangladesh and EVEN Eritrea. I don't even know where the hell Eritrea is!!

Click to get a bigger view. Viewer discretion is advised.
Hopefully with Nike, our performance will also change, together with the catch phrase.

After all, 157 out of 207 countries isn't too bad right?
I mean we're still ranked higher than 50 countries so that's not a state of emergency yet. Well, actually 41 countries because the other 9 don't have national football teams.

So now that we're with Nike, I'm pretty sure we'll start to progress towards a different tomorrow.
Can we move further down the ranking charts, until we're ranked even lower than those countries that have never even heard of football?

JUST DO IT!!

New Home

2007-01-12T22:14:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
College isn't as hectic as I thought it would be so that would mean I get to update more often. Yay.
Oh and by the way, these are my new friends in Taylor's College- Aliah, Vivien and Benita Garlim.
Jeles anot?
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There are very few things in life that suck, such as listening to Edwin McCain when you're single, making an urgent phone call to someone who isn't even near their phone, standing next to a guy who just farted when you're in an elevator and so on.

Of course, the suckiest thing I can think of at the moment is to move to a new house. I mean, sure what if it's bigger right? Your friends live far away from you, One Utama is no longer walking distance, there are no nearby football fields, college is now a 40 minutes away, instead of just a 20 minute drive, and the list goes on.
But then again, this only refers to me, as most people who shift are to a more convenient location.

Moving out from my old house, in all honesty, was one of the hardest things I ever had to do.
I don't mean that emotionally though, I'm talking about the physical aspect of it all. I mean, I didn't even know so much garbage existed around my house until the packing started.
The stuff from my room, once all packed up, looked like boxes that rock bands would take with them on tour.

On my last day in the old house, my bed had already been shifted into the new one so I was left sleeping on the floor like a homeless drug addict crashing at an apartment room for sale.

So, yeah, everything and I mean everything was packed up and I was ready to leave my old house for the new one.

I do have some minor qualms about the new house though, aside from the convenience which is not a small problem for me, but a huge one.
I mean, you'd be pretty disturbed too if you were living diagonally across the road from this house.

Immagine staring out of your window in the middle of the night to see that house, in a dim lighting. Exactly, it will be the scariest thing you've ever seen.
In a way, it does look almost like the House of Wax. No kidding.

But the rest of my neighbours aren't too bad, I guess. I mean I don't think any of my next door neighbours will complain about the loud music I blare out in my room; or the living room for that matter.

My neighbour, on both sides. That means hor, no complaints =D
Last time in my old home, I would always go to the park and juggle the ball around if ever there was something bothering me. The privacy always helped get my mind off my problems and that is something I will miss.

In the new neighbourhood, though, there isn't a nearby park for me to go to to get some privacy so the best thing is to stare off the balcony of the third floor.
That's the only reason I go to the top floor- to enjoy the view ~~and to play with myself alone~~.

I know lah, this pic looks damn emo. It's meant to be emo.
Just so you know, the view up there is great... especially during sunset and sunrise. Period. Full stop.

On a brighter note, living in Damansara Heights may not add to the convenience of being somewhere everyone else goes, it is however in the middle of Bangsar, Midvalley and One Utama.
Pity it's not nearby college, if not I wouldn't be complaining in the first place. >=(

How I grow to like my new crib is something I'm quite uncertain so far, but one thing's for sure. I damn well miss my old home.

Goodbye Bandar Utama. Hello KL.

MikeDotOrg: The Movie OST

2007-01-07T00:58:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Yes la! Yes la! Happy New Year la.
I'll post up my new year post soon enugh. And to keep you guys entertained, here's an interesting meme to read, y'know, in case any of you actually like those kind of things.
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Question! If your life was made into an autobiographical movie, what songs will you put on the soundtrack?
Surely you'd choose tracks and tunes that would match the mood of the movie. Well, that's where I came across this little game (or a meme, if you may) which lets you decide what songs to play on your autobiographical movie's soundtrack.

This is the first time I've ever done a meme on my blog... but seriously, this one's one of the most entertaining meme I've ever done.
I got this meme from Mr Brown by the way, so if I copied your idea, go cha him and not me.

Ok, so here's how the thing works.
1. Turn on your MP3 player- WinAmp, WMA, iTunes, even your phone, iPod, dopod. Anything lah)
2. Turn on the shuffle.
3. Press play.
4. For every event poised, press the (>) button
5. Don't cheat. It doesn't matter if you get a happy song during a sad moment in the movie. That's part of the fun of it all.

Below is what happens in movie. As you can see, some of the songs are actually quite perfect for the event, so that's pretty cool considering every song was randomly picked by the player.
Maybe it's just meant to be la XD

Oh and btw, if you want to play along with it and want to post it up, but don't have a blog to post it on, then feel free to go ahead and do it on the comments page. Enjoy :)

BTW, please don't include album art in your comments. That's just a bonus I put into my meme because, like Mr Brown, I'm a big fan of album art.

Opening Credits:

Toxicity by System of a Down
Really cool, but still conventional, way to start a movie- a headbanging, long intro-ish, power chorded song about nothing in particular.

Waking Up:

Stickwitu by Pussycat Dolls
It's kinda like, the main character (in this case, myself) wakes up after realising all the wrongs he's done, all the girls he's hurt and all basically, waking up feeling emo. I never like that when that happens, but unfortunately lor it happens pretty often to me.

First Day At School:

We Want Fun by Andrew W.K.
Oh, memang betul this one. Skewl is for fun. End of story.
(We want fun and you better believe it/ We want fun and hey I need it/ We wanna have fun and we wanna get wasted)

Falling In Love:

Until The Day I Die by Story of the Year
Need I say more? Unbreakable relationship song =D
(But if you died right now know that I'd die to/ Until the day i die I'd spill my heart for you)

Fight song:

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Pulse of the Maggots by Slipknot
Eh, this is actually really good for a fight song. Not bad for a randomly picked one.
(I fight for the unconventional/ I fight for the ones that can't fight/ And I won't leave another victim deserted)

Breaking Up:

Hold On by Good Charlotte
Suicide song. Heh. This is funny, but somehow I can still get some painful break up words out of the lyrics. Oh and btw, I don't know either what the hell a Good Charlotte song is doing in my playlist.
(You don't have to go/ This pain you cannot bare/ Do you know what you're doing to me?)

Prom:

Listen To Your Heart by DHT
Not bad la for a prom song, could be worse.
(Listen to your heart when he's calling for you/ The scent of magic/ The beauty that's been)

Life's OK:

If Tomorrow Never Comes by Ronan Keating
Kinda like a 'sedar diri' song
(Would she ever doubt the way I feel about her/ Would she know how much I love her)

Mental breakdown:

Alone by Creed & Tool
One of Creed's better slow songs in my honest opinion, and a pretty good mental breakdown song. Oh yeah, and I like the band Tool, not because of their music, but because their name sounds like stoole. w00t.
(She told me I was living in the past/ I'm alone/ Now I turn to face the cold/ Never want to spend my life alone)

Driving:

Santa Monica by Theory of a Deadman
Kinda a cool way to picture a driving scene. Like the character realises his mistake and drives off to find the girl in the rain, or the snow, or the desert, or some really tragic weather. Possibly not a hurricane or a tornado.
(I think I'm on my way/ It just won't go away/ You left me to remain)

Flashback:

Tribute by Tenacious D
Funny tune to play during a flashback. Gets weird especially during the shiney demon part of the song.

Getting Back Together:

The First Cut Is The Deepest by Sheryl Crow
Not bad for a get back together song. Picture a scene where the main character finally tracked and traced his runaway ex-girlfriend to a crowded subway station and finds her in the crowd with her bags and her pet cat wrapped around her neck. I say the cat bit because I didn't want this part to resemble the You And Me video by Lifehouse.
(I still want you by my side/ I'm sure going to give you a try/ If you wanna try to love again, baby I'll try to love again)

Wedding:

Drops of Jupiter by Train
A bit too mellow for a wedding song, especially in a movie, but I guess it's kinda more like a first-first-dance-for-the-married-couple kind of thing.
(Can you immagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken/ The best soy latte...and me)

Birth of Child:

Beautiful by Snoop Dogg, Pharrell and Uncle Charlie
The song title really describes this event best although the motive of it just doesn't quite cut it. But good stuff la.

Final Battle:

Like Light To Flies by Trivium
Not as good as the last fight song la. But this kinda best symbolises the last battle and defeat of the big boss or something.

Death Scene:

Pieces of Me by Ashlee Simpson
HA-HA!

Funeral Song:

Through Glass by Stone Sour
O.O Creepy song to play at a funeral. Period.

End Credits:

Ridin' Dirty by Chamillionaire
The best way to end a movie la! Put it this way, it's a good song to play during the bloopers section of the credits.

~*~*~*~
At the end of the story, if this is how the soundtrack to my autobiography movie is gonna go, then i really don't mind it at all.
It's kinda like a cool movie about ambition, heartbreak and also possibly alot of laughs. The ending could be better though, based on the soundtrack.

So if a big Hollywood director is reading this, please make my movie! You have the soundtrack, now all you need is a plot, a storyline and someone handsome enough to play the title character. Nuff said.

Never dye before ah?

2007-01-03T13:37:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Sorry for the non existent updates for the past week.
I just moved into my new house on Damansara Heights and, as most could tell, I wasn't online because I didn't have a phone line for the entire week, plus it takes quite alot of effort to settle in.
So anyway I'm back (again) and I'll blog about that soon.
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When it comes to outrageous jaw-dropping hairstyles, and I don't necessarily mean that in a good way, I am king. No questions asked.

Remember how last year I went that extra mile to look like my idol Cristiano Ronaldo by perming my hair?

Sadly, or very much humourously, I only succeeded in looking like Ivan Campo.

Well, now I've taken that extra leap again by dying my hair- something I never thought I'd do.
Seriously.

I mean I was, like, really happy with black hair.
But then hor, came my decision that black wasn't good enough. Somehow, bizarrely without the influence of alcohol, I decided that I needed a bombastic colour to contrast the dark shade of my hair.

Born was a new Mike- one that noone had ever seen before. Lala Mike!
Now I have what it takes to work at places like Extreme, Converse and Tropicana Life. Plus I now have the only qualification needed to sell VCDs at the nearby Pasar Malam or even, daringly, in front of some hawker restaurant.

Chio.

Oh and before I forget- Picture! Picture! Picture!

"TWO VCD FIVE DOLLAR!"
Nolah! Kidding la, dei.

I mean, it's not that bad, right?
Right?

The Most Amazing Prom with the Corniest Name ' 06. Part 2

2006-12-23T01:50:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
I'm moving house, away from it all, away from the city, away from One Utama, away from football, away from my old life. =(

Damnit, just when everything seemed like an arm stretch away (y'know, just a 1 minute walk to the nearest footy park and a 2 minute walk to One Utama, an easy car ride to any friend's crib) in steps the devil to pry you away from everything that was considered blissful with a new bigger house, a new and apparently more secure environment, new neighbours who happen to be my dad's best friends and a new scene every sunset and sunrise (the new house is located in on the slope of a hill, so the sunset and sunrise has got to be beautiful on a clear day. But that also means hor, one land slide will kill us all on the hill. Choy.)

So anyway this shall be my last post from my old house.
May not mean anything to you but hell, this means a shit lot to me.
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In my last post I explained how prom night went, and what happened.
But what you readers didn't know was that the fun only really started after prom that night.

But I'm sad to report that Cher went back after prom so you pervs out there can zip up your flies now, because her face isn't going to appear on this post.
Well, maybe just once, but that's only because I care for the horny bastards reading this blog.

Epitome of Beauty...? You guys decide.
Happy?
Anyway, we (we, as in me, Chiak and a few friends whose names I shall not mention) went clubbing at Ruums after prom.
BTW, it's pronounced "rooms", not "rums". I'm guessing the double 'u' makes it sound Dutch, like Ruud van Nistelrooy or something.

And here's the deal about Ruums, initially we weren't allowed in unless we bought a bottle of rum or gin or something.
But our brovah Kah Seng (our schoolmate who also went to prom with us) then came out, gave one nod to the bouncers, mentioned a few words and our group were allowed in, just like that, with no strings attatched. I had to admit, that was so cool.

Ok, here's something juicy about Ruums, from where I sat, at the VIP lounge overlooking the dance floor (gotta thank Kah Seng for that), I could see a bald seemingly man in sunnies, wearing a singlet, with a fanny pack pouch around his waist standing on an elevated platform smiling at the crowd.
So anyway listen up, that's not exactly your average stereotype of person who frequents clubs, anyone can tell you that, so my only guess is he was selling drugs.
The fact that he kept pulling out small packs from his fanny pack didn't help change my mind either.

Needless to say I couldn't enjoy my whiskey and coke that night in fear someone would put roofies in my drinks. Paranoid, i know.
Yeah, but anyway clubbing that night was fun, especially with so many friends around.

Next up, Chiak and I crashed at the hotel room of some friends.

Needless to say we didn't get any sleep that night.

What we did do though, was play "Sexy Truth or Dare". Unfortunately folks, what happened in that room stays in that room.
I can tell you, though, it was very gay and I do not wish to go through any details. But fyi, there were girls playing too lah!

After that, the clock struck 5 and we still couldn't sleep so what did we do? We sang, well some of us anyway. Not very fun, I know, but it made us through the night.
Btw, the rest were annoyed. Like, really annoyed til' words cannot discribe how annoyed they were.

Looks comfortable but it's not. Believe me, it's not. They're crashing on a sofa.
When day broke, I was dead tired but still couldn't sleep.
Chiak, Jian Hao and I then found it in ourselves to force our legs to carry our half-dead bodies to a nearby (when I say nearby, I mean bloody far but nearest) mamak for breakfast.

When we got back, we forgot to buy a bottle of water so we were left feeling thirsty in the hotel room.
That's when Jian Hao did the most unforgivable thing, he forced me and Chiak to share the cost of a 1.5 litre bottle of water. Now the normal cost of that is usually like 1.50 to 2 bucks but at the hotel the damn bottle cost us 12 bucks.
So yeahlah, tulan lah.

~~Harry Potter~~ Jian Hao and the Twelve Dollar Water
At the end of the day, it was a pretty good night out la.
The jokes also could not stop coming that night with Tat Ren being the one we poked fun at most with his Mickey Mouse shirt.

Tat Ren wore a Mickey Mouse t-shirt in front of his friends. This guy knows no fear, man!
... and Kenneth with his jokes about his alter ego, Beauty Man.

Jian Hao and The Beauty Man in his Beauty Suit, in The Beauty Cave!
Ah, good times. Good times.

Oh and btw since i'm moving, I won't have any internet access for the next three to five days or so. So anyone who wants to reach me, call me on my house line.
Sorry la no land line yet, so terpaksa waste that extra cent lor...

The Most Amazing Prom with the Corniest Name ' 06. Part 1

2006-12-17T21:26:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
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. =)
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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...

Beauty and the Sexy Beast...
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?

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (compiled into one tall dwarf)

Pretty girl? Sound the alarm!
Oklah!
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.

The fire eaters were full by the time they took their last bite of fire.
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.

Suite Chayld O' Maiiiin... but please sing in tune.
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...
*drum rolls*

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.

~~Porn~~ Prom King and Queen 2006
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.
Pictures time!

Man Hunt 2006

My mom says this looks like some picture taken off GQ, can't say I disagree though XD

The dudes of Nyatoh 05'-06'

My Form 1 classmates of 2002 in 2006..

And your pimp of the night...

13 guys and 3 girls, sounds like a sex party that didn't work out as planned.

Woay! Chiak! This is prom, not a wedding leh!

With Khidir and his date... =)

The Goo' Joke Boys... We're Goo' at making Jokes.
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 =)

Awesome Number Plate

2006-12-09T13:05:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
My birthday party's tonigh =D
It's not my birthday though, so save your b'day wishes til Monday.
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Walking back from school to Chiak's house, one day, I noticed one of the coolest numberplates ever.
I mean I'd murder for a number plate like "MKE 7", "SEX 88" or even "WTF 1337".

But this is a whole different story, man. Sure I may not be interested in getting a number plate like this, but this number plate totally owns my favourites anyday.

How amazing is that?!

Guess who's back?

2006-12-06T00:54:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Yes, I'm back to blogging after more than a month on the books.
Sorry to those readers who aren't used to the 1337 language my cousin uses... I know you're not used to seeing leet stuff on my blog, but what to do? My cousin is teh pwnz queenXorZx..
Oh and sorry also for the lack of updating my cousin had been doing.

She, unlike I has a life...
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Anyway I'm back to blogging and taking a damn well deserved break from life.
Life as I know it has come to a stand still and I don't give a damn.

Will I be getting a job this holiday? No.
Will I be touching any books or anything attatched to paper this holiday? No.
Will I be going off to college in January? "College"? WTF IS THAT?!
Will I be blogging more? This one's a definite yes.

Ok, so I've been out from blogging in a helluva long time and if there are any readers who read this blog because you care about what's happening in my life, y'know instead of the occasional retarded post here and there, let me start my comeback by giving you people my month in review.

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Ok first of all, I'd like to voice my frustration at a certain entertaining football team.
Arsenal.

Arsenal play very fluid attacking football, very attractive pass & play and have a good defensive record.
Not to mention the team's a chocload of star quality too.

"You, over there in the stands! STFU"
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.

Adebayor FTW!

But what I dont understand is HOW THE BLEEDY FWUCK CAN YOU BEAT THE LIKES OF MANCHESTER UNITED AND LIVERPOOL BUT LOSE TO CHEEBYE WEST HAM AND BOLTON?!
knnkkb...

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Anyway, back to my life.

At the beginning of the month, my school had informed us, the students, about their brilliant idea to have a graduation day... on the last day of the week before SPM starts.

Oh good Lord!

You see, the definition of a graduation in my opinion, along with everybody else's, is a student's last ever time setting foot into school...
Well, I'm supposed to sit for my exam the next week so it's not much of a graduation, is it?

Smart asses like the school's headmistress think of everything.

But as we were supposed to wear formal clothes to school for once, instead of our gay-looking uniform, everybody happily obliged because this would be the one day to show everybody else how much style they have.

The three stooges were outnumbered and outclassed on this very day...
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.

The graduating class clowns of 2006
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.

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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.

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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.

Woman under stress= Ugly militant lady + 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.

Beware the green fairy that is absinthe...
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.

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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..

Irony

2006-12-01T10:58:00.000+08:00

What 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.

Look ma, a sale!

2006-11-21T23:38:00.000+08:00

Mike's going to kill me for two reasons.

First, I haven't been updating his blog much. Good news is, I'm free from examinations while he's still struggling... *I know, I know, I'm SUPPOSED to feel bad :). My apologies to Mike; I've been busy with some AIESEC work to do.

And second, because of what I'm going to post up.

Apparently, Guess is having a warehouse sale starting tomorrow!

I'll be back with more updates later. Right now, I need some urgently/badly/horribly needed SLEEP.

A Tribute to Examinations

2006-11-08T22:23:00.000+08:00

Mike is off to study for his SPM. Here's wishing him best of luck! In the meantime, I, his nutty cousin, will be filling in his shoes.

Well, I remember when I was studying for my SPM back when I was in Form Five. I hardly studied (not too surprising) and somehow always found a way to pass and at most times even score my examinations. But when it came to SPM, I started to worry. And when STPM came, I started to worry even more.

Somehow, I'd think that the fear of examinations would subside after I had taken my STPM, especially after remarks from people mentioning that "STPM is probably the toughest exam in the world". Unfortunately, it seems that well into my university days, exams still never fail to bother me. Of course, I am not exactly a strap-books-on-my-back-and-I'll-start-to-study kind of person, but the fear would somehow still cause stress in me, well before exams begin.

But of course, I would wish that the stress would be able to make me start studying. As Mike is off revising, studying and burning his midnight oil (or using up more electricity in these modern days) for his SPM just like many other Form Five students out there, there are also a bunch of us in university studying/burning our brains off for our finals.

Although the basis of exams remain the same (they are usually dreaded; I've never met anyone thus far who says "I LOVE EXAMS!" the way one says "I love ice-cream!"), the reasons exams instil fear in us change with the times. In Form Five and even Form Six, we're usually afraid of exams because in one way or another, the SPM and STPM defines how schooling life has been for all of us, and even helps define our future.

However, when you step into college or university, sooner or later the question of "So what did you score for SPM/STPM?" starts to disappear. And then exams start to become another stepping stone for us to handle with care in order for us to leave college/university with that diploma/degree.

No matter why exams are important to us and no matter where exams would lead us to, the bottomline remains the same - that we'd all want to pass our exams with flying colours (over-used cliche, but I'll use it nevertheless).

So here's a tribute to examinations - the torturing, brain-burning, eye-soring experience!

NOTE: Mike wants me to fill in his shoes while he's away chewing off the backs of pencils and clicking on pens, but as I've finals on at the moment I'd probably not be able to update as much as he used to.

19 days and counting..

2006-10-31T14:44:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
This will be my last blog post for the next month.
Next week, and the weeks after that, I'll be asking my cousin, Sharon, to guest blog for me and fill in the gaps.
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I feel exam pressure's finally gotten to me and I'm about to snap.
I mean, lately, I've been pissing off alot of people. Well, the word 'alot' is an overstatement but you get the point.

So to those that I've pissed off, and wouldn't cut me any slack because of the exam pressure, sorry lah.
I just don't like exams.

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So yes, SPM is less than 3 weeks away and I've been trying to study so much that I've forgotten that this year will be my last year in a school uniform.

But then again, it's also going to be the last year where all my weekdays will be filled with tuition classes.
Then there's the addition of a car to my life. That means hor, no more asking my parents to drop me here and there and I'll be free to roam wherever and whenever I please.

And yes, I'll be driving mercilessly and recklessly like I do in GTA
Plus I will be shifting house to a more urban neighbourhood.
And then of course, there's the possibility I won't be able to see half of my friends ever again after I go off to college.

I'll miss this lot... but that does NOT give you the damn right to sing that damn irritating Vitamin C song.
Somemore hor, you readers don't have to complain about anymore hair posts ever again because, well, I'll have the freedom to do whatever I want with my hair without complaining that the school authorities are chasing me to chop it all off like traffic policemen at a Mat Rempit race.

You won't be seeing much of this anymore... unless I suddenly choose to boast about a new nice hairstyle
Yup, now only do I realise that my life is going to change in just 5 weeks time.

So see you readers on the other side.
Until the 5th of November, it's adios, from me.

Wish me luck for my Ass Pee Am.

IMVU

2006-10-21T20:50:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Where are all my readers?!?! ='(
It's just not easy to come up with any good ideas these days- they're all saved up for after the 4th of December, in which I do hope all you readers will return.
For now, I'll just try to keep my blog alive with semi-readable content.

On the bright side though, I'm playing football regularly again.
Which is good, since my ankle injury's recovery's showing no sign of any ill effects... yet.
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A while back, Cher introduced me to this new instant messenger called IMVU.
Now IMVU isn't your average instant messaging programme like MSN, AIM or Yahoo.

No, IMVU's kinda like a 3D messaging programme where you pretty much get to interact with your friend in a much more..er .. physical way.

That's Cher, my model for the next few pictures..
Oh and if you don't feel like nudging your friends on MSN to get their attention, you can do other stuff to get people's attention on IMVU like kissing them

...or whacking them..
...or slapping them..
...or plainly just kicking the living shit out of them...

Just like in real life ;)

Well, what else that makes IMVU different from other chat programmes is your ability to customize your character.
So this is where your experience in Neopets comes in handy where you earn your points (or credits, in this game) to buy yourself some new bling to look cool.

I mean, one minute you could be the casual hot dude every girl wants to sleep with at the club.

And the next minute, you could be the retarded gay looking scrawny geek everybody picks on and makes fun at in class. Sorry, I couldn't resist that.
No hard feelings, aight?

Then another minute, you can have wings and long hair and stand on top a sky scraper like a scene from Gargoyles or Daredevil.

But of course, getting the credits come with a catch.
You gotta either patiently earn them little by little OR you can pay for them with your hard earned cash.

And we all know nobody wants the latter, so how do you earn your credits lil by lil?
Well, one way is to invite your friend.. and if your friend joins, you get 500 credits.
The other way, however, is to randomly surf around and sure enough you'll get some credits for that.

HEY! It beats paying for it, you rich bastard.
But hey, look on the bright side, you start out with 1000 credits..

A thousand bucks can bring you a long long way into her pants...
So pretty much, IMVU's a fun programme for you if you constantly find yourself being bored online... or if you have no life.
That is exactly my case, when I find everyone is busy studying and I don't feel like doing so myself. So I end up finding someone new everyday to chat with.

"Hi, may I get to know you so I can sleep with you?"
Truth is, the only other person I know with IMVU at the moment, as in know know like personally, is Skyler.
Well, actually I don't exactly know Skyler personally since we did meet through blogging so I guess I only know her as an online friend. But let's just say I know know her because there's noone else I know on IMVU whom I know know.

"Bloggers rule!"
*deep breath*
If you just understood that, congratulations, you're officially a certified moron.

Anyway, sorry i digress.

So before I start making no sense at all (because I'm kinda sleepy now), why don't you pay a visit to the website and see if you like what you see. All you gotta do is click on the advertorial below.

Oh, and if you do happen to join IMVU, make sure you add me up.
My name's Guest_mikedotorg. What's with the guest? You gotta pay for your own name too.

Overall IMVU's a great deal of fun if you use it right, and not too much.

And in case you're wondering, yes I do get credits for advertising IMVU here on my blog.
Have a nice day, and please do me some charity by gifting me some credits.

The Good Ol' Days

2006-10-13T21:47:00.000+08:00

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Whee it's raining! The haze is gone... for now.
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Lately I've been struggling to find anything to blog about- not because I've got no idea, because believe me after my SPM you people will find me more entertaining than TV, but because right now I'm lazy and I constantly feel guilty whenever I'm not making an effort to study.

So I was thinking hard to myself about what the hell I'm going to blog about right now. Then I came across my videos archive.
No I'm not talking about my porn folder.
But it had a couple of interesting videos of basically, myself having a good time.
And I'm still not talking about my porn folder here.

So anyway those were the good days where after football, Donny would occasionally grab my camera and suggest we do something stupid.
And over the top of our heads, my mates and I would just come up with something and do it infront of the camera- thus the MDO V iva La Mike videos.

But these videos aren't extremely stupid to extent where it's exciting to watch.
That means hor, these videos aren't worthy of Viva La Mike- because these just stupid.

So kick back, grab a glass of milk and get ready to shoot it all out through your noses ;)

Mountain Bike Daytona

Winning 11 rubbish

Tata, I'll post more next time as soon as you guys stop staring at the computer screen with your jaws dropped wide open with the feeling you've just watsed 2 minutes of your precious life.

Sundays

2006-10-08T18:52:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Lately I've been finding it really hard to write on this blog because I've been very lazy recently and there's nothing to boost my morale when I look at my comments and find only 3 to 4 comments there.
I'm not complaining though. Thanks loyal readers.
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In general Sundays are lazy days. Am I not right?

I go to bed at 3 the night before and I'm woken up at 12, by my mom.
After lunch, at an urgent time like this before my exams, I'm usually spured to study immediately but not on Sundays.
Truth is, I don't really do much on Sundays, I hardly even come online to surf the net.

The only real thing I ever do on Sundays is play football at the park nearby.
It doesn't matter how many people I play with as long as I get to tek poh (that's kick ball, not kick grandomother).

But today, there's been a bit of a problem.
A problem called the haze.

You see during the evening, I usually get to see the sun or at least a few clouds when I come out of my house and look to my left.
But today...

Where the hell is the sun?!?!

Damnit it looks like I photoshopped the neighbourhood out of it's original picture and pasted it onto a bloody grey background.

Ok what else around this time is I get a pretty good view of the One Utama office to my right when I get out of the house, and usually after dusk the lights kinda illuminate the sky making night time less boring for the neighbourhood.

But lately...

Light or no light also cannot see. knnccb...

But the fact of the matter is, I don't get to play football because the air is too dirty and it'll be stupid to get out of my house just for a kick around.
I rather smoke a pack of cigarettes than go out to inhale the air that's full of ash and dust.
I don't smoke anyway, so that's a plus if I end up not polluting my lungs but I digress.

Cheebye Indonesian arsenists.
You're full of shit, that's what you are for taking away from me the only thing I ever do on Sundays.

Now please excuse me, I have to get back to being useless.

Inner and Outer Beauty

2006-10-05T12:33:00.000+08:00

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Chiak: Wtf?! OU So empty wan...
Myself: What talk you. Bloody gila banyak people la.
Chiak: No hot chicks at all today la!!!
Myself: All studying for PMR leh...

... I need not say more.
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Ok so anybody who knows me personally or in real life can tell you that I'm in no position to talk about beauty- inner or outer.
The reason for that is when I start talking about outer beauty, as in the physical of it, I can get pretty shallow. And I mean pretty like I think Denise Richards is pretty. As for inner beauty though, even a saint wouldn't have what it takes to have the inner beauty.

Having said that, what is outer beauty?
Is it this?

Or is it this?

Or would you tell me that both are physically beautiful.
In my honest opinion, I'll tell you that both are only OK. Think I'm shallow now?

But give me a minute.
Now let me ask, what is inner beauty?

Would you say that a girl- who's missing half a breast, has one ear bitten off in a rabid stray dog attack and the other ear completely burnt off while in primary school after a freak accident involving methane gas and an out of control Bunsen burner- is still beautiful if she let's you sleep over at her place if you, let's say, were picked up on the street, then got mugged and dropped off at some random place you've never been.

Honestly, I wouldn't think she's beautiful even though she has a heart of gold, though I might think she'd peep on you in the shower.

Inner beauty so what? Still a peeping tom...
Honestly now, the truth is, I don't believe in outer or inner beauty.
In my opinion there is only one beauty- and that is beauty itself.

To me, beauty is only classified when a person is both attractive in looks, and also has a golden personality.
In Ah Beng talk, that means that outer beauty and inner beauty make beauty lor. If one hai gone, then kenot call beauty anymore leh. Understeng anot?

By now I bet that you readers are really calling me shallow but come on lah, how often have you been attracted to a hot girl or guy who always calls you names and has only the most malicious thoughts in mind 24/7.
And how often are you attracted to a person who's not exactly a pretty sight but is there when you need him or her, and in most cases, is also usually there when you don't need him or her around in which that person will become more annoying than anything else.

Please don't start with that love is blind bullshit, because there needs to exist some kind of attraction before love developes but that is another post for another day.
But when we look on the physical side, as long as the person who has that heart of gold is not a torture to the eyes (it doesnt matter how hot or good looking), then that is beauty.

No heart of gold? Buy one!
In the press, the most overused word I've ever come across is the word 'beautiful' especially when it is intended to celebrities, certain ones.

Some magazines pointed out that Paris Hilton is beautiful.
Like yeah she's beautiful, just like how my ass is the most exclusive pay-per-view on tv.
Then there's also the tabloids and the press that frequently label Lindsey Lohan as beautiful.
Yes, she has the most piercing green eyes and yes she's pretty easy on the eyes but unfortunately for everybody else, that's the most you can admire about her.

The only celebrity so far whom I think is worthy of that word is Charlize Theron. Now she is beautiful because she's a complete hottie plus she puts others before herself but I'm not here to give a moral talk so I shall shy away from the specifics.

Charlize Theron- looks, body, brains, commitment, heart- beauty.
Enough examples though, my point here is the word 'beautiful' is as frequently overmisused in the press as the word 'slut' is used among us teenagers and school children.

Honestly, being my shallow self I've encountered many people who're stunningly pretty, in ways that only my tongue freezes and my nose automatically breaks by itself, but I wouldn't say they're beautiful.
And then again, there are people whom I've met in life that have been so nice to me and I will never forget them even until the day, but not every one of them is someone I'd call beautiful.

But no lah, I'm not so shallow to an extent that I've never met any real beautiful people at all.
I have met plenty... well, perhaps not plenty, but I've met as many as I can count on my fingers and toes.

One such person is Cher.

Yeah, she's like one of the nicest people I know, but at the same time pretty good to stare at.
Sorry Adrian, but she's the best example I could find.

Another such person I've met (maybe not met but have 'met') is Marion Raven.
Yeahlah, throw at me whatever comment you have about personality and looks... but when she was with M2M, and was invited into the htz.fm radio studio to meet the fans (in which I was one of them who called up), she certainly knows how to make a first impression.

And since M2M split, she's been becoming prettier ever since.
And when she came back to Malaysia and went into the hitz.fm studios again, guess who was one of the fans who called up again.

Bling! Second impression...
Of course I didn't expect her to remember me but damn she was still the sweet nice girl I talked to a couple of years back.

Marion Raven: Real Beauty
Unless she appears in the newspaper for beating up the paparazzi or drunk driving, she is one celebrity whom I view as beautiful.

I can't really say here who else is beautiful or who's not because being Malaysian, you have a tendancy of being accused of liking that person if you call them pretty or beautiful or whatever.
Cher is the only exception I made because well, I needed one example didn't I? And what better example than the best example?

Well, I probably should end the topic here stressing that beauty is in the eye of the beholder but true beauty lies in both the heart and the physical.
So don't bother me anymore on this topic.

As for the minority of you people who are jealous that I got to talk to M2M and Marion Raven, it's all right I understand how you feel after missing the opportunity to talk to other celebrities.
And hell, if you're one of those M2M fans that misses their squeeky whiney voices, then go listen to Simple Plan- it's all the same.

The Clearwater Trip 2005

2006-10-01T20:47:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
I went to watch Jackie Chan's latest film today, Rob-B-Hood, and I gotta say it's been a freaking long while since I've laughed that hard, since my last regular sitcom was Friends which stopped airing on Star World last year...
Totally recommend you to watch it even if you don't understand chinese ( such as I, the banana )
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I've been tempted to blog on this a while back when my popularity was at it's peak- which wasn't very popular, but more popular than now nonetheless- but I was afraid this would be one of those posts that would be overlooked by most readers.

I say that because this isn't exactly the most entertaining post that everyone would give a hairy baby's ass about... which is exactly the reason why I'm blogging about it now, when my readers are either too lazy to give a comment or are mad at me and therefore are boycotting my blog or simply because I'm not as funny anymore.

Either that or people feel discouraged to read my blog anymore because of the review given to me by Bolehland- which is now dead btw, so hear me laugh in your face.
My apologies, but after all, your rating didn't sit too well with me and I was a bit offended purely because my videos and sense of humour didn't get me any credit at all while I got my apparent rating from my camwhore habits, which have watered down now in conjunction with the up and coming exams.
So once again, hear me laugh at you, Bolehland.

Ha...

But I heavily digress.
Point is, I'm blogging about a subject now that noone would care to read and I don't expect to get many comments (or any comments at all). The reason why I'm blogging about this is for my own personal enjoyment- kinda like masturbation. Only I don't let just anybody watch me jack off unlike this blog which is free for you readers to view. But I digress again.

So anyway, during the end of November last year I decided to organise a road trip for my mates and I to go up to Clearwater in Ipoh for a lil R&R.
And no, this wasn't some homosexual plan to ram any of their asses with my pogo stick, but thank you for your kind consideration for my friends who are all walking fine and show no signs of hemorhoids or piles or enlarged assholes.

MK land, The Handsome One, Amir and Chiak
So yes, in other words, we weren't playing gay.

Anyway, since we were all 16 and none of us, naturally, didn't have a driver's license, we had to depend heavily on other means of transport to get there- such as the bus and taxi.

Dei! It says bas dan lori saja la!
Now the bus is a bitch.
I'm saying that because a normal trip to Ipoh would take, say, one half to two hours, but the bus took three.
But I guess I can't really complain since my friends and I were the ones making a bloody lot of noise pissing the rest of the passengers off.

So long story short, we arrived at Medan Gopeng by bus and went to Clearwater by taxi. Plus, we didn't make alot of friends...

Now if you've never heard of Clearwater Sanctuary before, I'd say you're either too high class a sod to know that this was one of the most entertaining resorts in the country and used to have many people queueing up just to spend one night there in a Bali-themed haven.

But alas, with the problem of maintanence and the sprouting of other better resorts in the country, Clearwater had been relegated to the past tense of greatness.
No longer had Clearwater the attraction to make it Golfcourse of The Year three years running, no.

Now what is left of Clearwater that still has many people coming is the amazing scenery from dawn til dusk, and not the other way around. Mosquittoes, you know.

Anyway, the reason why I was so literal in the past few paragraphs is because of one reason and one reason only, my sister's mother's husband's wife's mother's sister's husband owns the place, which is being runned by his son's brother.
Plus I'm hoping to be quoted on their website, but I shouldn't hope too much after I criticised it after I complimented it... I should be expecting a slap instead.

But yes, I guess I do feel a little biased to compliment the place even if it is quite torn down now.
Note though, that I may have exagerated on the word 'quite'

Anyway I digress again.
After showing my friends a first hand guided tour of the place, we were checked into our rooms and decided to plan our next two days over there- we ended up playing the PS2, which we brought, most.

Resident Evil 4 is addictive, mind you.

But yeslah we did do the usual resort activities that you usually do on vacation-swimming, fishing, tennis, shocking the living testicles out of your friends by dangerously driving a resort buggie.
You know, the usual.

I guess this trip isn't much for me to blog about, just alot for me to rant though.
I will, however, blog about our fishing eventhough we didn't even catch one fish.

After the instructor taught us how to fish, we found one perfectly strategic plot of land to cast our lines and patiently wait for the fish.
But as I said earlier, I caught nothing. We caught nothing.

"Strategic" fishing spot...
Maybe it was our loud laughter that scared the fish away, maybe it was the 'strategic' spot, maybe bread wasn't really the best bait to use, or just maybe we weren't patient enough to wait for something to bite the hook.

But to make up for that, the scenery was hella worth it.

It didn't matter, we had a lot of fun pretending to fish anyway.

So yes lah the trip, as you can say, was a bit disappointing especially with the renovation of the futsal court.
But you can never take the football away from the footballers, so we did play anyway- in front of the chalets.

But the disappointing trip didn't disappoint us all to much because, well, our jokes (and Resident Evil 4) kept us sane through the two days.

I remember one joke in particular when I told MK Land about the economy class bus ticket that we bought for the departure and return.

He was sceptical that even buses had classes so he said,
"Wah, even buses got classes ah? So how front do we have to be to change from Economy to Business?...

...Then for first class, how? Sit on the driver's lap ah?"

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Oh and btw, don't feel discouraged from visiting that place because the maintanence has probably been completed by now and the four of us probably went during the wrong part of the year anyway. I mean, it's still one of the best golf courses around.
Plus, I'm pretty confident that there'll be plenty of topless chicks sunbathing by the pool when you go, so go!

And damnit, if you do go bring a camera and send me some pictures (of the topless chicks, not yourself... unless you're a topless chick >=] )

Things you learn from TV

2006-09-23T13:32:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Oh my freaking ganja!!!! WTF?!
Exams were supposed to be over on Wednesday but due to a leak in the questions, we are scheduled to resit the mothaforking paper AGAIN next week.

So sorry lah, no update in midweek next week too. knnccb school.
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Hey people (if there are still people reading my blog, or should I say PERSON?) sorry for the no update, been busy studying and having a little blast from the past in Pokemon.
Yes lah, I've been playing Pokemon again.
But enough on that, I'm not blogging about Pukimon.

So anyway one day I was watching Boston Legal when I realised,
"Oh my God, it's been 7 months since I last watched a drama or comedy show on TV."

Then I started wondering about all the cliches and educational values I've missed out onfor the past seven months. Geez.
Then I thought, why not list down some for your very entertainment...

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TV Fact: No good can ever come of looking under the bed at night.
Examples: All horror movies
Conclusion: That's pretty obvious, innit?

Under your bed tonight: Skippy. Tomorrow: Chucky.
TV Fact: Getting into a car alone is always a bad idea.
Examples: Stay Alive, Wax House
Conclusion: Always check the back seat for occupants before getting into your car alone.

Be careful who's behind you in the back seat. It could be a ghost, it could be Tom Cruise- both are equally scary
TV Fact: Taking up a dare to spend the night in a haunted house with some friends usually ends up with half your friends getting killed, and the other half turning on you.
Examples: All horror movies involving a haunted house.
Conclusion: Never take up the dare no matter how much you hate the person daring you to do it, and no matter how good the money is.

When Paris took over, the Hilton hotel chain's popularity just hit a dead end. Everybody wondered why.
TV Fact: When in a tangled web of a murder chain, everybody's a suspect, including the seven year old kid.
Examples: The Omen, Identity
Conclusion: The kid probably did it anyway...

Nolah! How can he be dangerous? You crazy arh?!

TV Fact: If you find a town which looks deserted, it is probably deserted for a damn good reason.
Examples: Beneath Still Water, The Omen
Conclusion: Run, walk, fly, drive- just stay the hell away from that place.

It's a good thing you came in summer; it can get pretty depressing in winter.

TV Fact: If you're a thin funny bloke (like me), your wife's either fat or constantly moody, or both (holy shit).
Examples: My Wife And Kids, Everybody Loves Raymond, Phua Chu Kang
Conclusion: To the guys, don't be a bloody stickpole and eat more.

If I stay slim, my wife will end up like that?!

TV Fact: A couple, made of an overweight guy and a freaking hot wife, will always have hyperactive kids.
Examples: According To Jim, Still Standing, The King of Queens
Conclsuion: Unless you're game, never marry a hot wife if you're fat.

Fat man + Hot woman = 3 Hyper kids

TV Fact: Rich lawyers always get some kind of funny case with a very complicated twist, and never a normal one...
Examples: Ally McBeal, Boston Legal, The Practice
Conclusion: Be a rich lawyer if you never want life to be boring...

Your average succesful weirdos

TV Fact: If a hot girl's dating a stuck up star jock, she usually ends up dumping him for the loser/geek/nerd.
Examples: Napoleon Dynamite (need I say more?), The New Guy
Conclusion: Studying's better than sports, when it comes to getting the girl.

Your chick magnet sign

TV Fact: Roadtrips across the country often invloves meeting "colourful" characters, and lots of sex.
Examples: Road Trip, Eurotrip
Conclusion: Travel more

Some of the colourful characters you may encounter along the way, and if you're lucky you might end up having lots of sex with them...

TV Fact: If you have a fight with your girlfriend or boyfriend in the rain, you always end up having wild illustrious sex with them after you've made up (sometimes you dont even have to make up)
Examples: Daredevil, The Notebook, One Tree Hill
Conclusion: Argue more often when it rains, in the rain...

Even if there's nothing to argue about, just do it. The result is pretty damn worth it. Just ask this couple.

TV Fact: Your company's pretty succesful if your boss is a carefree nut with a sense of humour.
Examples: The Office, Just Shoot Me
Conclusion: If you wanna work, be smart and choose the job, which interview poised a lot of stupid questions.

Your boss ah??

Rock Star: Supernova

2006-09-16T11:47:00.000+08:00

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It's the final week of exams next week, then it's back to the normal blogging routine the week after that.
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Now usually I don't like to blog about TV shows, more specifically reality TV shows, because I usually end up telling people what they already know.
I can't exactly share my opinion because it will have no effect whatsoever on the show and people will pass the post off as pointless.

Well that's what I would do anyway.
But the thing I'm so tulan with at the moment is the finale of Rock Star:Supernova.
Ok, to those who have been under the influence of drugs, alcohol, work or exams for the past few months, let me give you a brief intro to the whole series.

Rock Star is simply a talent TV series to get a new lead singer for new (or new look) bands.
Think American Idol plus a band.

But you see, what makes Supernova so much more damn special is they are formed of the guitarist from Guns N Roses- Gilby Clarke, the bassist of Metallica- Jason Newsted and the drummer of Motley Crue- Tommy Lee.

Actually come to think of it, given that Tommy Lee is infamous world wide for his homemade porn video with Pamela Anderson, you'd think porno maniacs would be another inclusion to the Rock Star fanbase.
Hell, you might as well call it Porn Star: Supernova since Tommy Lee's in it.

But I digress...

So one band made out of a trio of rock legends, in search of a new frontman.
I guess if the first season hit it big with INXS, the second season would just blow the world away with Supernova.

So the show starts with fifteen contestants from every part of the world.. or so they claim.
America had nine representitives, Australia had one, Canada had two, South Africa had one (who was also from the Netherlands and Texas..but lets just say South Africa), Iceland had one, Puerto Rico had one, but none from Asia.

Why hor? Scared our gigantic population vote on the sole Asian representitive and send the rest into the bottom three week after week ar?
Must be la...

"Orgy? YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!111oneone"
So anyway, as I mentioned earlier, everybody from every walk of life worldwide was given a chance to vote. That means right, unlike American Idol, we could vote as well!
But also unlike American Idol, it isn't our choice to decide who we want to send out of the competition- it was the judges' who consist of the band (obviously) and Dave Navarro of Red Hot Chilli Poppiah fame.

After two months, the vote was all down to the final four, which the band will handpick themselves without going through the hassle of having a final three, two or one show.

As fate would have it, the final four consisted of one Canadian (Lukas), one Icelandic (Magni), one South African (Dilana) and one Australian (Toby) but no American (HAH!!)

L-R: Lukas, Magni, Toby and Dilana...
But this time unlike the first Rock Star where all four of the final contestants were normal, the second season had to have a man who wears make up and eye liner, and a woman that looks twice her age, and sounds like a cross between Anastascia and David Beckham, in the final four.

Now this is where I'm so damn tulan. I really thought Toby would win.
Either him or Magni.

But did he even at least go into the last two? NO! He went into the BOTTOM TWO together with Magni and both got kicked off, leaving the last two remaining as, yes you guessed it, the make up man and the old woman.

The circus came to town recently...
At this point in the round I was swallowing a bitter pill.
Not only a bitter pill, a jagged edged bitter pill that would enlarge to the size of a balloon when swallowed.

So right now I wasn't hoping for this guy to win or whatsoever, I was bloody wishing the old woman didn't win.
It would've been even better if neither won, but we all know that is never going to happen.

Ok, I give that both are good in their own unique sense- Lukas's original song, Headspin, is addictive, while Dilana did a wonderful rendition of Zombie and Time After Time... but I still think the other 13 would've made much better frontmen.
Plus David Beckham sounds like a woman anyway.

But still tulan!

Eventually, Supernova got the sense kicked into them and realised,
"Wait a minute, we can't have a woman fronting our band because that would tarnish our reputations as rock Gods. Even worse if we can't sleep with her because she looks like my mom and judging by her voice, probably moans like a horse..."

So they chose the better competitor to ~~sleep with~~ front them- Lukas Rossi the make up man.

"Hey lady, what make up is that? I gotta try THAT BRAND next!"
Gee, I knew makeup would win you beauty pageants but I had no idea makeup would win you vocal talent competitions.

So anyway with all the hype of local vocal talent searches in the country (Malaysian Idol, Akedemi Fantasia, One In A Million etc.) I'm going to try my hand and see if I get to win any of them.

But first you have to excuse me, I gotta go raid my mom and sis's make up kits.
Goodbye.

Goodbye Steve Irwin

2006-09-09T17:47:00.000+08:00

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I don't get it, I study so hard and yet God seems to hate me by making everything that comes out in the exams everything I don't study.
But I know better than to blame God, so please lah don't evangelise.

What I gotta do now is study hard and smart. Which is almost impossible because I'm not very smart and also because I've never studied hard before.
God help me.
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I'm finding it really freaking hard to come up with very interesting things to blog about nowadays.
And no, it's not because I'm out of ideas, but because I'm saving up the really really really good ones til' after my O-Levels (hint hint: more MDO Viva La Mike, my school prom, my birthday bash) but because I'm so caught up with my results and my studies.

So to you readers who've left me because of the lack of humour and ideas in my recent posts, my apologies. Please return on November the 5th to view the all new content of MikeDotOrg.
And to you readers who've stayed faithful to me, thank you so damn much.

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Ok, so I've kept you readers in the dark on my recent ankle injury long enough.

The reason? Upon seeing my ankle, the average insane person would feel the urge to grab a baseball bat and start hitting away.
I mean after all, it IS shaped like a damn baseball.

And just so you know, my ankle isn't like that anymore. It's taken three weeks but at least the swell is gone.
Well, it's not exactly gone but it has subsided to the extent that it's not painful anymore, although the size is hardly any different :)

But I reckon it should be another two weeks til I can play footy again :(

So please, put away your baseball bats.
And dude, please put away the golf club.

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I dedicate the rest of this post to the one and only great Steve Irwin.
Goodbye forever to my fellow Aussie (yes lah, I may have been born there and stayed there for only a couple of years, but I still partially feel like one) and may you rest forever in peace, mate.

Crikey, we'll miss you Croc Hunter.
Burn in hell, you bitch stingray. I'll be having you and your hamkahchan family for steamboat.

My Merdeka

2006-09-01T13:16:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Oh damn. My blog's popularity is falling apart. Can't you readers give me some support and continue to contribute your comments? =(
More comments = makes blogging so much more bearable and fun
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I don't know about you lot, but I had a terrible Independance Day.
Well, for one I celebrated the eve of Independance at home alone- and I do really mean alone as in noone was online because everyone was out celebrating it.

But that is still okay...
...because I had planned a futsal match the next day between my team The Maniacs, against Forca, the Hawks and some of my Nyatoh classmates.
To make the games even more patriotic, we were to dress our team in our Malaysian cultural colours- red (maniacs), blue (forca), yellow (nyatoh) and white (hawks)

Well, that was my idea, shared with a couple of other guys, before Jae (the captain of Forca) and Les (Hawk's captain) had to pull out because they forgot their teams were scheduled to play each other on the big field that evening (!!!!)

So yeah, I didn't even manage to pass my idea to wear the patriotic colours on to any of them. =(

Stevie G plays for Selangor?
But that is still ok...
...because the game was still gonna commence anyway although not as exciting or patriotic.
But it's still a futsal match nonetheless which is still fun.
So yeah, the 10 of us were still excited.

Then, misfortune struck once again, and Chiak came down with a serious case of food allergy (fucking abelone) and had to pull out. So that meant our group was uneven with 9 people.

LOST: One down with food allergy, nine remain
But that was still ok...
...because Sam* called Nick* to fill in Chiak's gap.
Furthermore, Nick could drive so we didn't have to take a taxi to the futsal court.
Of course I still wanted to take a taxi but since Don and Sam are so kiam siap, I had to bare with their demands.

But the shitty thing was, Nick came 30 minutes late! By then we were already late for the match.
Futsal courts need to be booked, btw. I booked the court from 4 to 5 and it was already 4.20 when he came.

To make things worse...or better... Nick drove his car like a character from Grand Theft Auto.
I mean, of course we got there much faster than we could've but immagine my reaction (think holding on to my seat, door, safety belt and balls) when he cut between two cars on a two lane road.

Grand Theft Auto: Kuala Lumpur
But that is still ok...
... though I would have rather he be 40 minutes late and drive at a normal rate, than be stuck in a damn traffic jam caused by the number of cars waiting to go into One Utama then speeding the rest of the way like the CIA was coming after us.

All in all, we arrived there with only 20 minutes of futsal to play but still had to pay the full price.
You think your Independance Day was good? Well good for you.
You think your Independance Day was shitty, go fuck yourself. Mine was worse!

Oh and btw, it rained cats, dogs, frogs and logs that evening so Forca and Hawks never took to the field either. (!!!!)
*Names were changed to protect my privacy. Just in case these two guys are in trouble with some kind of gang, you won't have to find me for interogation.

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Oh btw, with Kennysia and The Star Online coming up with patriotic quizes in conjunction with Independance Day, I thought I'd do something unoriginal and come up with my own quiz.

Unfortunately though, my lack of IT skills and knowledge doesnt allow me to do it here so please come to this page to do my version of the quiz.

...and tell me your results when you're done.

What I Am...

2006-08-26T22:12:00.000+08:00

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My readership is down. My social popularity is down. My ankle is injured and now swallen like a baseball. How delightful.
What I'm going to do from here, see, is keep my blog alive with something interesting to read probably every week and retain my waining readership...
Then at the end of the year, after SPM, I'm going to explode and let loose writing post after post after post probably once every two or three days. I've got dreams, I tell you...

Anyway hor, my real trials are this week so no update again during midweek. Sorry =(
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Ok, in the past people have been doubting my sexuality.
They say I care too much about my hair and take too many pictures to be heterosexual.

Well, why can't you people just accept the fact that I'm metrosexual. There's nothing wrong with that innit?

Anyway I'm coming out about my sexuality. Yes, I am not averagely heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual or metrosexual.
I'll tell you what I am right now, since this is a public blog and I recieve at least 10 readers a day ( i think) so I should think it would be fair to them that I tell everyone what I really am...

You ready?

Sure you'll accept this without freaking out?

Promise?

Confirmed?

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I'm ASEXUAL!!!

That's right? How else would you want me to explain posts such as The Mikes and The War On The Nerd?
Photoshop, you say? WTF is that?

Yes, in biology we learn that little microorganisms multiply themselves through mythosis without needing a partner. And that's how I am, asexual...
But no I'm not born with two sexual organs so I can't constantly fuck myself over and over again, so noone is to suggest that because I said it first... B)

Now don't bug me about being straight, crooked, bent, broken or curved inside out anymore.

End of discussion. =D

Double Visions II

2006-08-22T23:19:00.000+08:00

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Holidays are meant for enjoying yourself.My holidays are meant for studying.

So what do I do? I study and enjoy myself... I've been spending time pressing myself against math questions at the library and grilling myself hard on Biology (although I have no intensions or whatsoever of becoming a doctor or a medical student), while I've also been planning out Amir's ~~wedding to Aida~~ (sorry couldn't resist) birthday and hanging out at One Utama. Life is good...

It's just one of those days where I feel so random and lame... so don't mind me today XD
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Remember my super vain post about me and footballer Cristiano Ronaldo a while back in February?
Well, I'm at it again. But this time it isn't about me....

Meet France football player, Vikash Dhorasoo.

Now meet France football fan, Hemaraj.

See the similarities?

You know what, I think they may have been switched at birth...
Or you know what else? Maybe they really just do look alike. Just like how I look like Jay Chou, Orlando Bloom, Cristiano Ronaldo and Chad Michael Murray all in one. = O

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On another note though, check out my spankin new background =D
Some of you complained about the fact that my background was a lil too bright and bitchy to the eyes. Well, I guess you could say I fixed that and what you may noticed different this time around is that little extra design at the bottom right corner of the screen.

That, my friend, is a silhouette of one of Michaelangelo's great sculptures.
If you believed that, then you confirmed one of the stupidest zygots ever created. But then again, that qualifies you to be my reader, so here have a cookie =D

Sorry i digress, but as vain as it seems that is a 2 Dimensional picture of me.
What am I doing?

Well, I'll leave that all up to your immagination.
I could be,
a) Deep in thought
b) Sitting on the john, constipated
c) Praying to the Almighty One above
d) Playing turkey

The immagination is a very wide process. You might want to think hard on your opinion.
But it's all up to you.

Personally I think I am playing Turkey =D

Some things you miss...

2006-08-18T21:54:00.000+08:00

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The trials are over! As a reward, we have been given a week of holidays to refresh our minds and study.
But then hor, when we go back to school, it's exams again... Another bloody two weeks...
Oh man, I hate this year!
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This is yet another post about my senior class of 2006.
I have no idea why I'm doing so many of these, but I wouldn't really consider this one a 'tribute'... More like taking advantage of some pictures to write a blog post.

No, I do not have nothing better to write about...
I would actually find this your regular interesting entry material. You'll see why.

Lately, classes in school have been very boring. Well, maybe boring isn't the word to describe it... The best words to describe classes at the moment are 'depressing', 'forced' and 'naptime'

I'm serious.

I can't really skip class because the teachers are giving tips and lectures on O-Levels, but at the same time I always feel duly obliged to be caught up in some dilemma, everytime the teacher mentions "SPM" obviously because I'm not studying hard enough.
In a way, you could say I feel emo over the mere mention of a word...

How's this for a Jasiminne impersonation?

Don't you readers dare say it though. I have your IP addresses and plan to do something special with them depending on the number of times you mention the dreaded three-letter 'S' word.
"Sex" is fine, the other one is taboo...

Anyway, as the pressure piles on us- the senior students- I think the one common thing we tend to forget most is after five years of being in this school, we're finally leaving.
I guess that's good because, I never did like our crap school uniforms that look like Singaporean janitor suits.
But of course, I don't really feel like I wanna leave the school just yet.

I mean, there's so much I love about school, dearly be~~loved~~hated witch-of-a-headmistress aside.
For example, the fact I have such happy (see other meaning for the word that starts with a 'G') and stoned classmates every given year.

But the best bit about this year is the position of my class- simply brilliant. The view, the angle, the space, the position.
The long walk from the assembly place to class feels much more enlightening with the view of an amazing sunrise every morning.

And it's so much better to stare out into open space during a thunder storm.
As much as you doubt it, it actually clears the mind of all study pressure, confusion and dirty thoughts.
A cleansing of the soul, as I might say. But then again I'm full of bullshit so don't listen to that part.

You wouldn't be able tounless that bit unless you were us- stuck in class for three hours, doing homework or studying when suddenly the rain pours and the cool blowing breeze justs forces us to look outside and feel that sense of home.
It may last for five seconds or so, but hey it clears the mind.

Yeah so other than the sunrise there's also the sunset, which I've never seen before from my class, but it would've been spectacular if only school ended at 7 instead of 2.
But I'm not complaining... if you're someone from the education ministry reading this, don't you dare consider to change the regulations.
Then again, I'd be out of school by the time the regulations get implemented so please, go on and torture my juniors >=D

So yeah, it also gets quite fun to get out of class in between lessons and stare cock at the people playing their little P.E. or those basketball players at the courts.

That's Jade, btw.

Anyway, nowhere else in the school will you get a stadium-like view to watch them amateurs play football or basketball in school.
Not that you'd want to, but that's besides the point.

This is our view of the court... very stadiumy

But sometimes you just get out of class hoping to see something interesting and get more than what you bargained for.

How much do you get?
Well put it this way, if you went shopping, hoping to get Prada on discount, you end up having a stranger run up to you and shove the bloody shoes into your mouth and run off.

Don't get what I mean? Check this out.

Hmmm, I wonder what they will say when they find their pictures on my blog.
That's why kids, never go do something funky without first checking if some blogger with a camera is around, you might just get posted on the internet >=D

Now let me hear you say, "Your class is awesome!"

This Is War...

2006-08-14T14:16:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
I feel that my popularity has gone down a bit...
I dont know if it's anything to do with that review on Bolehland, but I'm going to keep working harder on this blog and get back to peak blogging form again, and get my readership back =D
Cheers to my readers =D
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It's exam week so you guys know the drill, I won't be updating in the middle of the week.
Don't worry though, holidays are next week so at least I've got some freedom to blog then.
After that, terus exam again! I seriously need to do some serious studying.

In the mean time I feel like I've been fighting with myself for the time to study.
I mean, I'm still playing football like an athlete, I'm still partying like an animal and I'm definitely still slacking around like a stoner.

Which is what brought me to this blog topic.
I've been trying to tell myself to... skip my football and try to go out with my friends less so that I can make more time to study.

So, following up as a sequel to The Mikes back in March, this is me trying using my useless bargain skills to try to get more time to study...
I guess you could say I was practically tring to cari pasal...

As you can see, I have a very very good reason why I'm not studying my ass off yet.

Selling like cold cakes

2006-08-09T17:31:00.000+08:00

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Sometimes you don't know how studious you really are or can be until the opportunity arises.
I skipped school today to go to the library and was surprised to find that I was really really concentrating hard for at least four out of the six hours i spent there. Not bad.

Oh and O-Levels time table is out. I won't be blogging from the 20th of November til the 4th of December. I know it's a long time from now but I'm giving apologies in advanced.
During that period, I'll probably ask Skyler, my cousin Sharon or Cher to fill in my shoes for me.
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Trials are next week so not a very long post from me today.
But anyway, I was at the Shell petrol station's petrol kiosk buying some ice cream and snacks.

That's when I realised the latest "buy 2, special discount" promotion.

Now usually, whatever being promoted on that shelf sells pretty fast because.... us Chinese people are like that- we spend our money on discounted stuff to get our money's worth, even if we don't need it.

But the thing I noticed about the Pepsi Gold promotion was that not one single bottle had been sold by sundown.
Maybe it was just me pondering, but I am curious...

...how many people got disgusted at the thought or sight of Pepsi Gold after they read my Pepsi Gold post???

MikeDotOrg on Bolehland

2006-08-06T13:13:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Omg, anyone read this article on The Star? Bloggers beware!
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I'm sure most of you have seen the review of my blog on Bolehland?
Well, here it is if you haven't...

I didn't feel like blogging today but I still felt that I should write something out for my already deteriorating readership. So what I'm doing now is I'm going to stress about what my blog really is about and try to make myself feel better about getting a one star rating.

On Bolehland, Merv (the reviewer) said that my blog came off as camwhorish. At first I kinda found that insulting, until he told me in his letter of explanaition (yes, I did write a complaint) that the camwhorish bit was where I got that rating.

Now i find that a bit wrong. Sure, Merv may respect me for being different, but I have very damn few camwhorish posts on my blog which makes me feel... well, useless.
Useless in a sense that my other posts, the ones targeted at being funny and the ones targeted at football, have been overlooked although Merv stated that he browsed my entire archives.

When I spoke to him a bit later about the review, he said that my humour, most of the time, comes off as a lil dry and hard to understand.
I can see where he's coming from because 95% of the jokes on this blog is dry dude humour.
Dude humour is the type that you watch on movies like Road Trip, Dude Where's My Car and Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back.
The dry dude humour which I portray here is pretty much like what you get from those movies, only dryer because here I joke and make fun of my fiends (who mostly don't blog). So, put it this way, if you don't know me on msn, let alone personally, you probably won't get 50% of the jokes.
I can understand his frustration when reading my blog because put it this way, if bloggers were movies and we were Jim Carrey, I'd probably be Bruce Almighty and he'd be Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
The other 5% are the jokes only I find funny and nobody else is expected to laugh at it, but me...

Merv also asked me to consider the consequences I was going to face when going into mainstream blogging.
The problem with me is, my blog's very half cooked; a little jokes only my friends get here and a lil jokes everyone understands there.

The other problem he states in the review is the fact my fonts are small and I have since changed it because I have just realised how much it woul pain the eyes for someone who views the fonts in 'smaller' mode.

Also included in the review is the complaint that my blog has too many pictures, be it photos of myself or others, on my blog.
Well, I guess this part is his very own opinion. I haven't met someone so far yet, who says that my blog has too many pictures (cept for Merv, unfortunately)
But I think the exclusion of pictures from this post kinda makes up for the rest anyway...

On the other hand, he said I pulled of the whole red template well, so I guess I can be happy I have a nice and respected template everyone can deal with without 'hurting the eyes'.

So out of the five fags available for distribution, I minused one for the dry dude humour, one for the pictures overload and one for small fonts. On the other hand, I was praised for my red template and *ahem* camwhorish habits.

Doesn't that make me liable for... two fags?
Ah two fag one fag, at the end of the day still fags lah. What do you guys think?

p.s. To make me feel better, Merv told me that he would give his own blog no fags anyway. So does that mean if I give him four fags, I deserve five?

Romando vs Selatan

2006-07-31T14:37:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Gah! Exams are around the corner once again... I freaking hate this year. Plus I freaking don't wanna be immune to the exam pressure by the time my O-levels are here.
Motha' pluck the exams la... But as I am ~~barely~~ ~~trying to be~~ a *cough* good boy, I shall study hard and try my very best to ace it. So yeah, sorry readers, but come mid-August I won't be able to update as often... = (

So whadaya know, it's crunch time once again. knnccb...
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You know I've been finding it hard not to be able to post any entries on football.
I mean you get what I mean right? World Cup season is just over and I'm finding it hard to let go of the fever.

For example, I can't stand reading the sports section and there are only three pages of football instead of eight, there's no more Sportscentre during the weekends, I still think Zidane is the greatest footballer on the planet and so on...

So yeah, after a couple of posts laying off the footy, I just can't take it anymore- I'm posting about football once again.
Well, not really. Cuz like the Footy Humour post, this football entry will have the MikeDotOrg touch to it.

Remember during the World Cup season, Nike were airing these football ad videos. Well, one of them was about Portuguese twinkletoe Cristiano Ronaldo competing against Swedish striker ~~Ian Thorpe~~ Zlatan Ibrahimovic.

So one day, Amir and I had this brilliant idea to come up with our very own version of that video.
I mean look at the similarities between us and them, Amir's a tall skilled beanpole just like Zlatan while well, Ronaldo IS my idol...

So yeah, the thought of us making such a ngam video for us seemed like a challenging idea...

The shooting of our version of the video itself was a tough challenge for us...
Because unlike my other stupid videos, we had to follow about 80% of the ad itself and that wasn't easy especially because Amir is more of a fancy-skills footballer and I'm more technical-skills player... well, technically.

So you get it right? It's different to follow up each other.
Put i this way lah, what happens if you put Ian Thorpe, and Kenny Sia in a synchronised swimming competition? Surely hard to swim in synch with each other right? Hor...

Another problem was our dear friends KJ and Seng Yau didn't really dedicate much commitment to help our video and that really wasted alot of energy and time.... but they gave commitment none the less, so I give them credit for that.
The other two dudes, Chiak and Don, didn't cooperate much either so that wasted even more time (the talking and the arguing..geez)

Oh and another problem we faced was Amir just kept laughing whenever he held the cam (you'll see why later).

So without wasting anymore of your precious time, here's our rendition of Ronaldo vs Zlatan: Romando vs Selatan.

I'd like to say that the compilation of the videos were very damn sloppy and I apologise for that.
Oh and before you ask, yes Amir's free kick did hit the lampost but my volley only went through the hole only when the camera wasn't rolling.
And yes, the freestyle sequence section is crap because I can't immitate Amir's tricks and likewise.

Other than that, enjoy the video.

No more long hair...

2006-07-30T20:00:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
I love the sale... I'm like a woman everytime the sale comes. If i have the money I'll spend it buying cheap stuff, like clothes, bags and shoes.
OKlah, so I needed a new bag and I bought SCHOOL shoes, but check out the clothes I bought.

Yeah! That's for going clubbing next time, baby! Woohoo!!
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I guess I knew the day had to come eventually...
The good news is I planned it all out and hopefully by the end of the year, in time for prom, I'll have my old hairstyle back.

Yes lah! I'm getting damn super forking emo over my hair la! Don't you women obssess over the same thing!
How would you like it if I came to your house when you are sleeping and shaved the middle of your head bald and dyed the rest of your hair green, then after that flew off to some remote island?! Emo or not?! Confirm damn emo right?!

"Hey WTF is this?!"

Anyway, sorry i digress. I'm not in much of a good mood because of the hair.
The thing is, the lady cut my hair until so gila lala.

What I asked for was short layered hair. I also asked her not to shave off the sides and the back like soldier.
So she nodded her head and got to work. While she was snipping away at my hair during the later half of the haircut, she was having some conversation with my mom about how I wanted the latest trendy Korean hairstyle.

... like... What In The Bloody Blue Hell?!!
I do not want a freaking Korean cut! I already have that Korean look! I cut my hair to get away from the Korean image! I DESPISE the Korean hairstyle (nothing against them, btw)! And here she is cutting my hair so I can look more and more Korean.

KNNCCB!

I know I'm starting to sound like Xiaxue but I am freaking pissed. I could have told her that I didn't want that particular style but by then, she wouldn't be able to do anything.
So I chose to be silent and listen to the damn Slipknot music on my phone, which made me even more tulan btw...

Is that my hair? Flux that's alot!

Ok, I'm chilling down now. High blood pressure isn't healthy for a young boy that'll be sitting for his O-levels this year.
Besides, I can still be happy I'm taking a pretty girl to the prom =D.
Plus to the lady's credit, she did mention to my mom that I have very nice hair.

Ok, now let's take a look at the memorial of my long hair.

*sniff* And now after the ma chao shoe haircut...

... I look like this.

My hair! It's all gone!!!
Oh and btw, don't tell me that I'm overeacting because I do hate short hair. And I hate lala hair. And I hate having to see my scalp each and everytime after I bathe.
Reminds me of the time my hair started falling prematurely... but that's a different story for another day.

A more meaningful banner...

2006-07-27T14:22:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Wow... Fiorentina and Lazio are back in Serie A while Juve's last two titles have been given to Intermilan and AS Roma.
I feel that the Italian football league is way too freaking happening for me to keep track of especially this year. It makes good news though, for the new world champions.

Anyway I was supposed to blog yesterday but due to personal problems I didn't feel too much like blogging. Not that I had the time either...
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After Afi helped me redesign my blog, I've always felt that my blog's been missing something important. Something special. Something with that little extra stim.

So after staring blankly at the computer screen for a couple of hours, I've concluded that the one thing my blog had been lacking was possibly the flashy flashy Las Vegas-y banner.
I mean my old banner was hardly anything you'd remember from my blog, other than the fact it was total.. well... crap..

So I got to work on designing my new banner. But the one problem I was struggling with was the outlook of the banner. The entire shebang.

That was until I was looking at my CD collection ~~looking for my porn folder~~, when I came across my Story of The Year album.

To me, this design was definitely special and one of a kind (well, maybe not one of a kind anymore) so I thought maybe I should personalise it a bit.

The shadow the falling man was symbolic to the album because it marked the importance of Page Avenue to Story of the Year. That's where I took the idea for my own symbolic 'falling man' shadow.

That's my trademark football skill, the rainbow. So I thought why not take that, cut out the scenery, add a Google Earth image of my own hometown on the background and, voila. Half of my banner was done.

But something was still missing. I wanted to add a bit more of the MikeDotOrg touch to it, to personalise the banner even more.
So what I did was put my face there.
Eventually I found out that noone wanted to visit my blog anymore because the face was just too horrifying to look at so I cut out my tiger eyes and stuck it there, right next to my 'Page Avenue'.

At the end of it all, I noticed the banner was still missing something that would complete it.
I didn't know what it was at first. Maybe one of my favourite scenic shots, or maybe another picture of me.
But nolah, enough pictures lah. What my banner needed now was a quote that would sum my blog up in one line.

At the beginning of Avenged Sevenfold's song Bat Country, there's a famous quote by Dr Samuel Johnson who said, "He who makes a beast out of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man..."

Well, need I say more about the beast bit?

And there you go, one perfect banner that symbolises everything about me from the vain pot, to the metalhead, to the football lover to the accomplished copycat.

Time to get a haircut

2006-07-22T15:23:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Woohoo! Celebrity blogger Jasiminne featured me on her blog. Well, not exactly featured but she did mention me on her blog about the time we met at the Curve.
The first time a famous blog mentions me. Er... apart from Skyler that is =D

Oh yeah, woohoo. Escaped the first batch call-up for National Service. One down, three to go.
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I think it's time I got a haircut.
The reason I'm saying this is because my hair is growing awfully long and I'm trying my very daym best to plan out the length of my hair by the time the prom comes.

Of course I could always go for a trim but I kinda miss the short hair. Plus, I have a couple of reasons why I should probably go get my hair cut by next weekend.

10. For the past few weeks, I've been wearing a hairband when I workout and exercise.

9. My hair looks long from every angle (which is not good from the school's point of view) and would look long even when I change my hairstyle, no matter which one I style it to.

8. I comb my hair with a sissy roller hairbrush instead of a normal manly comb.

7. As of late, I feel like I'm quite eligible to be in some hair product commercial like Sunsilk.

But then my hair probably should be about this length if I really DID consider..

6. I only cut my hair once so far this year, and that was at the beginning of the year for Chinese New Year.

5. When I put my headshots up on Friendster, you'd be surprised at the number of people who wonder if I'm a boy with long hair or a girl with short hair.

4. I have to brush my hair before I sleep every night like a girl, because the bitch-of-a-hair kacaus and irritates my neck, eyes, ears and even my nose if I leave it be. knnccb...

3. 40% of my peripheral vision is blocked by my hair.

2. Wherever I walk, girls would look at me because they think I resemble some famous Korean singer, like Rain (whoever he is).

1. Wherever I walk, guys would look at me because they think I look like a Korean football player, like Park Ji-Sung.

But the ironic thing about the resemblance part is if I exagerate my facial expressions drasticly, I notice that I somehow start to look more and more like Park Ji-Sung. Plus MyHeritage also said so.

But I guess I feel honoured lah, if someone said I'm like Park Ji-Sung because to me, he's one of the best footballers ever to come out of Asia.
So I did my own research and results have shown that he and I are very much alike game-wise... I wish.

But just for the fun of it, you be the judge. Music credits, Children of Bodom ;)

One fine day at The Curve

2006-07-16T20:49:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
It's a long climb to peak fitness again.
Now that I've (barely) recovered from an ankle injury, I'm quite lacking the match fitness.
It's been almost a month since I've had a competitive game of football (I've played it, yes, but not seriously) so I'll be hoping to get fit again, at least.

Oh, and thank goodness for the female readers I've decided to take a break from writing football entries for the time being.
So please come back to my blog now =(
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I think it had been nearly a month since I last hung out with my friends at anywhere else other than school. Plus I had been ~~pretending to~~ study at home for that period, so I guess I needed a break.

So MK Land, Amir and I planned to hang out at The Curve on Saturday.
I think the decision was made at 1.00 am the previous night..er.. morning, so that's why we couldn't call more people to hang out with us.
Oh, and I apologise for the bad photos. My K750i is being serviced at the moment so you have to bare with the VGA camera from my old 3220 and Amir's Asus's 1 megapixel phone.

Anyway sorry I digress. Cineleisure (the shopping centre next to The Curve) was having this carnival to commemorate.. actually I don't know what they were celebrating. All I know is there were many skateboarders and BMX riders, many Mini Coopers, basketballers, futsal players and warehouse sales.

Yeah so first thing we planned to do was catch the Pirates of The Carribean sequel but we had to make due with watching Stay Alive.

Truth is, for a Hollywood horror movie it wasn't too bad. As in it really scared the shizzle out of me, and I'm not even an avid gamer. Not too much anyway, compared to Amir or MK Land.

Ok if you haven't heard of that movie, here's the low down. The movie's about this action-survivor-horror game that looked quite fun to play, actually. Anyway, whoever that plays the game signs a pact with the ghosts of the game and if they die in the game they die for real.
And the way they die is unlike Grand Theft Auto where the fag hero is always arrested or blown up. Nah, they get stabbed, hung, rolled over, slashed, or all of the mentioned.

What kept me sane during the movie, though, was the casting of the ever so hot Sophia Bush (Brooke from One Tree Hill) and equally beautiful Samaire Armstrong (Anna from The O.C.) in the movie... *drools*

"My my, that is some interesting porn..." Sophia Bush, Samaire Armstrong, the main dude, and Steven Gerrard.

Yeah well, after the movie though we decided to walk around the carnival.

And guess who I met?

Jasiminne the celebrity blogger, best known for her masterclass photography skills and perfect image designing. Yealah, and she's hot too lah!
Actually, that wasn't a very good pic of her. In fact she asked me to delete that one.
So just for her credit, I'll put up the better photo.

Now do you believe she's hot?
Yeah, and with her was (predictably) Albert, who was actually here with the XFresh crew.
I told you it was a carnival what!

Must've been some huge carnival.
Unfortunately we only had so much time to do so much, so we couldn't stick around for the events = (

As a consolation though, I did manage to get myself a Harry Kewell Australia jersey. Woohoo!

So while we were walking past the Curve, I fixed my eyes on this.

That...
That ain't a bad name to name your shop.
Wank. It's catchy, plus everybody will remember it's name, for being special... and your name, for being a pervert.
When we walked on, I passed the pillar and then took another good look at it.

Cheh. Swank. Now that's no fun at all >=(

Yeah and if you thought that was weird, check out this restaurant's name.

Ok so the thing with the restaurant isn't so much with the name but the way it was designed.
Stupid copycats had to copy a stupid cigarette logo.

Towards the end of the day, Amir decided that he wanted to surprise his gal pal Aida (who was also around that area) with a rose.

The stupid thing about that incident was that after buying that rose, the florist looked at me and MK Land and asked,
"Three of you sharing one rose ah?"
That's like the stupidest question I ever heard (even though she was obviously desperately trying to get us to buy another two roses) next to, "Is there a Penang Village (a restaurant) in Penang?"

When it seemed like this was gonna be one of those questions you couldn't find an answer to, MK shot back with an answer,
"Don't worry about that, we're all giving the same girl."

Haha yeah, I couldn't stop laughing either.
So yeah, it was good to take a break again before returning to the same hectic studious lifestyle.
But the day is over and it's back to hell for me. Pharck!!!

Celcom's Football Mad Nation

2006-07-15T21:20:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Whoa... Juventus got relegated to Serie B2, and so did Lazio and Fiorentina. Luckily for AC Milan, they survived the verdict and stay in Serie A, though they will be docked 15 points.

Oh sweet larh! Now got cheap warehouse sale for players like Buffon, Ibrahimovic, Cannavaro, Camoranesi, Del Piero, Vieira, Emerson, Luca Toni and Thuram.
I do pray all of them go to Arsenal. HAW! >=)
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Two weeks back, I attended my first Malaysian bloggers' meet, as most of you read.
And like everyone read, my big way of saving money was to take the most unorthodoxed route to Sunway Pyramid...
First walk, then take the free shuttle bus, then the LRT, then the KMT, then another bus...

Upon my arrival at KL Sentral, I noticed this Celcom advertistment...

Truth is, I've seen that before.
Hell, everyone's seen those ads before. They're, like, all over the place...

They're advertised widely on tv and radio.
They're on advertisement boards.

They're on buses, trains and taxis.
They're on huge windows.

They're on newspapers.
They're on gigantic pillars...

But one thing I notice about Celcom is they hardly put in enough effort to make these boards.
I mean for one Juan Sebastian Veron never played under Argentina's coach, Jose Pekerman, and yet he's in The Power of Argentina or Kuasa Argentina.

This promotion for the 2006 World Cup is eye catching but it's definitely not exactly the smartest.
In referance to this country, Football Mad Nation is right.
Unfortunately though, Celcom is not football mad enough to launch this campaign.
I'm not taking a swipe at Celcom though, for they have the most attractive advertisements and products in conjunction with the World Cup season... well, better than Hotlink and Digi anyways.

So anyway, when I saw some of the posters I really started ~~giggling~~ chuckling to myself in the LRT, making people think I was some mental retard taking a ride to the mental institute.

I mean seriously though, check out this one.

Like, WOW, Shearer's the Power of England!!!
So how, may I ask, shall he cause a threat to England's opposition?
Ok, I expect Seng Yau to say something like "Sleep with the the opposing coach and players' wives"
Plus there is also the wonder of steroids and the fountain of youth.

Anyway, compared to Hotlink and Digi's websites, Celcom has the best football-themed one and man, it's one I admire.
I mean check it out...

Speaking of which, notice the Power of France ad up there?
I like the way they design it with all three footballers balancing the silver ball on their head but somehow something's not right.
Zidane looks quite out of place over there, so this is where I come in and help out.

Yes, I'm sure everybody remembers (and will always remember) the infamous headbutt on Materazzi in the finals of the World Cup.

So anyway, I suddenly felt inspired to pay tribute to my wonderful senior class in school again this year, after posting a photo entry on my class.
So I came up with this.

Forza Azzuri

2006-07-11T14:30:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Bloody hell, I pulled my shoulder muscle while exercising.
The pain is so excrutiating that I actually feel it immensely even as I blog right now.
I also hurt my ankle... somehow... Don't ask me how but the pain is almost as bad as the shoulder's.
I hope this isn't gout though...
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Guess who're World Champions of the year 2006?

"OMFG serious?!?!?!?! Free hookers at the finish line!"

That's right, all hail Italy as the new holders of the World Cup...

Honestly, nobody would've guessed that with Argentina, Brazil, Germany, England, *ahem* Portugal and France in the quarter finals, Italy would emerge as champions after drawing with USA and winning only by a fluke to Australia.

Well, although I supported Portugal, Holland and Australia for this competition and sided for France for the finals, all hail the new World Champions!

Forza Italia!!!

~*~*~*~*~

Oh yeah, plus if you readers have viewed my blogger profile lately, you would've noticed that I finally put up a display picture.

And yes, like all my pictures that picture is vain!!!!111oneone

But then hor, you will notice how much I bare a striking resemblance to the World Cup mascot, Goleo in that picture.

Yeahlah, I'm very vain lah...but at least I find a solution to being vain most of the time =D

Now at least you readers can talk about something else about my vain pictures other than speculate if I'm gay or not like in the last post. knn...
I'm never doing any special posts for the girls about guys ever again. Period.
Unless, of course, the real reason arises. But other than that, NOH! Never!

Oh and by the way, if you're still not convinced about the whole me-looking-like-Goleo thing, have another look.

HA!

World Cup Dream Team- Ladies Edition

2006-07-07T20:04:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
So looks like it's Italy vs France in the World Cup finals in Berlin.
So whatcha think? Forza Italia or Viva Le France?

Personally, since I'm an Arsenal supporter I'd like to see our favourite king, Thierry Henry, return home as a World Cup champion. Plus it's only fitting for the greatest ever footballer to go out in style, Zinedine Zidane!
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Ever since the tournament begun, I've been surprised at the number of girls who've attentively watched most of the televised World Cup matches.
Obviously I know that most of them are watching only for the 'hot footballers'.

Plus lately I've been coming up with so many football posts that haven't pleased my female readers.
So today, I shall try to please my female readers by coming up with a Fantasy Football team comprising of the best looking stars of the World Cup, who've also performed exceptionally well.
Believe me, the process of making the team is making me quite gay.

Now, the only two rules I had to follow in constructing this team was that I couldn't pick two players from the same country and I wasn't going to comment about their looks or body because first of all I'm not gay and it's very wrong for me to do that so please stop touching my body.

Goalkeeper: Iker Casillas, Spain.

The Real Madrid custodian had kept three clean sheets in the group stages before making it to the second round.

The future of the country and at his tender young age of 24, has already 3 Champions League medals and 2 La Liga medals in his pocket.

Personally, he's one of my favourite keepers and it would be nice to see him at Arsenal some day =D

Left Back: Harry Kewell, Australia.

Ok, so he's not exactly a natural left back but it was very hard to find a fitting left back with the good looks that fit especially with the thick eyebrows of Phillip Lahm and the halo-styled bald spot on Scott Chipperfield.

Even then, Harry Kewell is the best all-rounded player out there capable playing any position, next to club mate Steven Gerrard.

He can cross and shoot with both his left and right feet and is also good at going up and down. Was playing in a defensive position during Liverpool's Champions League win over AC Milan in which he sadly succumbed to an ankle injury after 34 minutes.

Right Back: Arne Friedrich, Germany.

The unsung hero of Germany's overachieving squad which reached the semi-finals. Arne Friedrich is good at going up and defending and can fit in at a central position too.

Still only in his early 20's, Arne Friedrich is one defender for the future.

Sweeper: Fabio Cannavaro, Italy.

Arguably Italy's best player of the tournament so far, he's in the contention to win the Golden Ball award. In fact, he's probably the favourite to win the award.

Standing at only 5'9 (HAH! I'm taller!), he's surprisingly good in the air and specialises in marking the big men forward (like Jan Koller and Peter Crouch). So then I guess it would be no surprise that he's also good at set pieces as well.

Even with the scandal surrounding his club, Juventus, the Italy captain still mantained his composure in guiding his team to the finals of the World Cup (and possibly winning it).

Stopper: Tsuneyasu Miyamoto, Japan.

Best remembered as Zorro from the previous World Cup where he had to wear a protective mask around his face to guard a broken nose.

The Blue Samurai's captain was the easiest inclusion into my squad because of his capability as an all-round complete defender.
Able to fit in anywhere in defense, Miyamoto is quick on the ground and good in the air.

Though reliable, Miyamoto is also known in his country as one of the most unlucky players ever, where a work permit problem stopped his dreams of playing with West Ham United and two yellow cards against Croatia and Australia made him miss his country's final game against Brazil.

Right Winger: David Beckham, England.

Who else could have fitted the bill any better? Golden balls and his famous right foot couldn't be left out of any dream team even if it were constructed by a straight guy (which I am).

He created the own goal in the opening game against Paraguay and scored from a remarkable perfectly judged free-kick in the game against Equador, the England captain had a fairly well World Cup if only the team he captained wasn't knocked out by Phil Scolari's side for three tournaments in a rown in the quarter finals.

Fashion icon, football icon, chic magnet. That's David Beckham.
I wonder how many girls would've been pissed at me if I did not include him in my side.

Left Winger: Cristiano Ronaldo, Portugal.

Me. Silky skills and quick feet brought the world to stand up on the edge of their seats at every game he plays at.
Although he doesn't pass the ball much, his footwork on the ball allows him to dance pass defenders very easily which is why he is so dangerous.

He's the youngest player to score for his country and the youngest player to score for his country in the World Cup, the world has witnessed the middle of the beginning of the birth of a true star.

Holding Midfielder: Fredrik Ljungberg, Sweden.

Known better as the Calvin Klein underwear guy, Fredrik Ljungberg is another all-round player who can also play as a striker, winger (both left and right) and playmaker.

He scored the winner in his country's game against Paraguay in the dying minutes, Freddy Ljungberg is an exciting player to watch.

The Arsenal man's contribution to his country has made him a cult hero for the young lads of the country although it may surprise most that he's more worshipped in Sweden than in London.
Yes, he's that popular over there.

Playmaker: Kaka, Brazil.

Brazil's World Cup winner from the 2002 squad.
Before Brazil played against France, they had scored an "uninspiring" 3-0 win over Ghana, scored by the much more popular Ronaldo, Adriano and Ze Roberto but Kaka helped set up all three.

Scored a beautiful game-winning goal against Croatia in Brazil's opening game, Kaka (whose full name is Ricardo Izecson dos Santos Leite) made the move from Sao Paolo to AC Milan after scoring 10 goals in 20 appearances as a midfielder.
There will be more to come from this unbelievable player in the future.

Forward: Robin Van Persie, The Netherlands.

Yes, another Arsenal player.
A povital part of Holland's squad, his lethal partnership with Arjen Robben has been one of the revelations of this year's World Cup... or at least in their first game.
Van Persie made a name for himself with his thunderous left foot (who could forget that free kick against the Ivory Coast?). So powerful,in fact, that the wall standing in front of him when a free kick is lined up, trembles when they find out who the taker is.

Robin Van Persie deserved a starting place against Portugal instead of the misfiring horse-faced Ruud Van Nistelrooy and who knew, perhaps Holland could have won if he had started.

Main Striker: Andriy Shevchenko, Ukraine.

One of the main reasons, or possibly the only reason, why Ukraine went as far as the quarter finals... or were even in the World Cup in the first place.
Shevchenko was their leading scorer in qualifying and was former European Player of The Year (that is, before Ronaldinho grabbed it from him the following year).

He scored twice in the entire World Cup to cap off a remarkable year for him.
A summer move to Chelsea ($%#&!!!) is on the cards for him after six wonderful years with AC Milan where he became a legend scoring 150+ goals.

The Team

Of course, alot may argue that many heroes of the World Cup are missing from that squad and that's why I've taken the liberty to create another squad with all the other performing players at the World Cup.

The only problem is, since this entry is a lil for the ladies, the looks of the other players don't do much justice.
So here's my plan, why not I change the faces of the other players so they all look much better looking and presentable.

So here it is.

Wow, now I think based on looks alone this dream team can beat the previous dream team flat.

Damnit, now I really feel gay after doing one entire post on good looking guys. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go touch myself.

Blogger Meet at Sunway Pyramid

2006-07-02T12:19:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Damnit, I'm sick again!!! knn...
Sore throat, sore eyes, dry cough, slight fever, stuffy nose... Life just couldn't get any more interesting.

World Cup update- Teams through to semifinals: France, Italy, Portugal (Woohoo!!) and Germany. An all European affair.
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Disclaimer: Please excuse me if this entry lacks that extra oomph. I am sick, after all...

The unofficial blogger meet was on Saturday at Sunway Pyramid... and I attended it.
Boy do I feel cool now.

But I probably over worked myself with my budget transport there.

How?
Well, first I walked to One Utama.
Then I took a free bus to Kelana Jaya LRT Station.

After that I took an LRT to KL Sentral.
I met up with Skyler there and later took the KTM to Subang Jaya.

After that, we took the bus from the KTM in Subang to Sunway Pyramid.

Money spent: RM3.60
Time wasted: 2 hours. WTF?!

According to Skyler, the place we were supposed to meet up was at Coffee Bean. Unfortunately though, Skyler and I were among the first to arrive. This is what you call Malaysian timing.

My bladder was particularly weak that day so I had to go back and forth from the toilet, humiliatingly.
When I got back from the toilet (the first time), Skyler had already met up with Sean (an enthusiastic blog reader) and Chloe.

We later on bought seven movie tickets to watch ~~Red-underwear-on-the-outside-man~~ Superman Returns before going back to Coffee Bean to wait for the other bloggers.

Later on we met up with Malcolm (an ex-blogger and another enthusiastic blog reader), Kelz and Nat. After having a short talk, we headed off to Pizza Hut for lunch.

From left to right: Hugh (nat's boyfriend), Nat, Kelz, Sean, me, Skyler, Chloe and Malcolm.

Ivan joined us later on.

Me, Malcolm, Ivan and Sean..

During lunch, Kelz had confirmed for me that KDU is THE place to attend for Mass Comm and definitely NOT Taylors. Oooooh...

I mostly talked to Malcolm about Lalas, Malas (malay lalas), Rempits, Skinheads and Punks. Well, at least that cleared up the confusion in my head about all the foreign rebel culture in this country.

Because Nat and Hugh had to go off early, Kelz couldn't stay for the movie too. Which meant we had one extra ticket. So what did we do?
They employed me to be a poster boy and sell the tickets off. Knn...
Needless to say though, that out of 2 people I asked neither wanted to buy the ticket.

At the end of it all, only 6 of us (Malcolm, Ivan, Chloe, Skyler, Sean and I) ended up watching the movie.
Well, the movie definitely exceeded my expectations, which wasn't much to begin with.

After the movie we went back to Coffee Bean again.

After more talking and taking loads of pictures (I can't post them up because Chloe claims she looks like a whale in them and has threatened anyone who posts them up. Plus in my medical and physical state right now, if she finds out where I live I'm a dead man... so I better not even try), began the long journey home again.

Taking the LRT alone sucks.

But nice meeting you guys though.
Unfortunately though, my mom has already given me her perintah berkurung so I can't get out of the house until the end of SPM or, maybe if I'm lucky the trials, so I can only go after December the 7th. Oh and btw, I'll also probably be dragging along Seng Yau and Kington with me next time around.

Thanks for the good time, guys...

Diet Coke + Mentos

2006-06-28T14:17:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
I totally forgot about this video. So if you're free or feel like watching two idiots acting out a Star Wars lightsabre scene, then go waste a minute and a half on it XD.

Yay! Blogger meet this Saturday. I'll be sure to blog on it =D

World Cup Updates: Teams through to the quarter finals- France, Ukraine, England, Portugal, Italy, Brazil, Argentina and Germany.
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Chiak told me at the beginning of the week that there would be a chemical reaction that would happen if you mixed Mentos...

...with Diet Coke (known in Malaysia as Coke Light)

According to the guy who told the guy who told his brother who told him who told me, some chemical reaction happens when you add the two contents together.

And we're not talking small chain reaction here where the Diet Coke fizzles uncontrolably like you just shook the bottle like a wanker.
We're talking BIG kahuna water fountaine here!!!

If you're planning to try it out, then you might want to follow these guidelines.
1. Buy a 1.5 litre Diet Coke bottle and the mint flavour of Mentos.
2. Do not shake the bottle.
3. Make sure the drink is warm.
4. Add a Mentos to the bottle.
5. Don't stand around there like an idiot.

You've got to stand at this distance.. at least..

If you're too lazy or too scared to try, then watch the next MDO Viva La Mike episode. Enjoy.
A lil warning though, my introduction is a lil hasty (but nothing that you haven't already read here) because I didn't wanna take too long to talk about it (I'm no MTV VJ, thank you very much) so please bare with me and don't complain.

The Power of Imagination

2006-06-25T13:27:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
World Cup update- So the teams through to the quarterfinals are Spain, Italy, Ghana, Ukraine, Germany, Australia, Brazil, Portugal, Holland, Equador, England, Sweden, Argentina, Mexico, Switzerland and France.
The teams through to the semi finals though have also been decided too, that is Argentina, England, Portugal and Germany. That means hor, that Sweden, Equador, Holland =( and Mexico go home.

Update: C. Ronaldo is out injured for a year, Deco will miss the next match against England with a red card suspension and Maniche will miss it too for a second yellow card in a consecutive match. omgwtfknnccbbbq!!!
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These pictures were taken about two weeks ago and it was initially meant for private viewing.

My cousin Sharon was over at my place giving me advice on my career oportunities in the future and my up and coming O-level examinations.
That's when she picked up the only stuffed toy in my room, a blue stuffed microsnow (gila high tech word) dolphin.

See, the thing with microsnow stuffed animals, is that they're so soft and easy to manipulate.
I keep that stuffed animal for myself because it's nice to sleep on. Not because I love those type of things.

Eventually, cousin Sharon got LAGI itchy fingered and started manipulating it to a point where it's not called maniuplation anymore. I'd call it molest, but the more appropriate word is mutilation.....
But molest sounds nicer.

Cousin Sharon is really creative because after all, she was once a popular blogger and a friend of another popular blogger, Minishorts (but that's beside the point).
So she went on and created new shapes with my stuffed dolphin...

So first, my dolphin was mutilated to become a pufferfish.

I raised my eyebrow at her as she changed it to another shape again. This time a shark...

Those two weren't so creative, but next shape she did was a bit more bombastic. My dolphin had become a dugong.

Next up, my dolphin became a penguin.

Then a tortoise-that-resembled-a-dinosaur-more-than-a-tortoise.

And in the end, my dolphin became a lanjiao. Wtf?!

Well, she did say it was a slipper, but I'd say it looked more like a love rod than a slipper.

This kinda proves that the microsnow soft toy making companies don't really have to do much work to come up with some new shape or idea.
Just make one sausage-looking toy and poof!
A lapcheong gao! A sword! A bolster! A worm! A snake! Another lanjiao! Sick bastards...

This is what you call the Power of Imagination.

5 Nyatoh Memories...

2006-06-23T14:39:00.000+08:00

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Hey, they took down the ads for the Janan and Zoe wedding!
And story is, acording to The Star newspaper on the 15th of June, Janan who is the owner of an advertising agency was so proud of his marriage to Zoe that he excitedly wanted to tell the world.
Unfortunately Zoe didn't think so when Janan took her around town to see the ads. At least I think she didn't.
I mean, according to the paper she screamed when she saw them all. It's not yet known if she screamed in joy or... just shock.

Well, at least the banners are down. Whew...
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A huge apology to my readers for not being able to update the blog so far this week because I've been busy thus far with designing the class page for my school's year book.

Well, the good news is, I'm 95% done. The bad news is, the other 5% should've been done by yesterday.
Btw, you all have most probably noticed that I guest blogged for Skyler and vice versa. She'll be blogging for me in the future if ever something like this comes up again.

So anyway, along with the graphics editing and page designing, my class of 5 Nyatoh also took some memorable photos.

So for my blog entry, I shall post up some of the best photos.
And yes, this is another photo-filled entry.

Charles and Shaun prepare for another game of Quidditch.

The Three ~~Stooges~~ Stoners

Their last serenade?

Yes Jade, some classes can be such a bitch sometimes, innit?

Buttseckz, anyone?

Far range shots, solo runs, amazing volleys, fluke tap ins... goals have never come sweeter for us than these two years, eh Amir?

RSC? The BU2 park? The school team? No. These are the best teammates I could ever play alongside.

Charlie, with us you know you'll always be able to fly without wings no matter how big you are =)

The ~~Mexican~~ Nyatohrian Wave...

The monkeys of 5 Nyatoh couldn't stand being away from home for too long.

Any guesses as to which our favourite groundnuts are?

The Miss 5 Nyatoh beauty pageant contestants.

Mike's the REAL lady's man!

So is Amir...

...and Charlie too...

"Don't move, Deb! There's a freaking huge fly on your nose!"

~~Brandon Routhe~~ KJ in Superman Returns!!!

Charlie's Angels...

"Amir o Amir o, oh where art thou?"

For the girls only.

2006-06-17T21:23:00.000+08:00

Hello, pretty little people!

Sibeh lame Mike guestblogged on my blog and now won't let me blog on mine for the next 24 hours. Siao. I'm posting my post first thing tomorrow, regardless of the hour. Since he wrote such a boring post on mine, I'll write a boring one back.

He is cute. He is cuter than Mike.

He is cute. He is cuter than Mike. Even in a stupid pose like this. Mike also has stupid poses.

WHY DON'T I HAVE THIS ISSUE OF NEWSWEEK???!
Damn you lucky Britons.
He is cute. Very cute.

He is also very very cute.

Here is Mike, he thinks he is cute.

Poor thing looks so out of his league here, don't you think?
Don't you just want to grab him and pull his cheeks and spoon-feed him?
Don't ya don't ya?!

Well, not me, because I'm taken.

But for the rest of you, score one for the underdog Mike!!!!

He is single, go get him.

Oh, and because Mike promoted his own blog unabashedly on mine, so will I.
I'm Skyler.
More people read me than Mike.
He is so jealous.
MUAHAHA.

Janan & Zoe

2006-06-16T19:44:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
I've been feeling kinda emo lately. It's probably because of a couple of bad days at the office (or school) for the past week.
If things aren't looking up in the next few days, I may end up spoiling my blog by putting up some stupid pms or emo post. Please pray for my blog.

World Cup updates- England 2, Trinidad & Tobago 0. Germany 1, Poland 0. Sweden 1, Paraguay 0.
Equador 3, Costa Rica 0. France 0, Switzerland 0. Brazil 1, Croatia 0. S. Korea 2, Togo 1.
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Since last week, the same type of advertising boards have been popping up like flies.
Now usually I wouldn't even care about what the billboard says or is about but these were a lil surreal until I had to blog about it.

Introducing Janan & Zoe, ladies and gentlemen.

Taken in Damansara Jaya, between KDU and Atria...

Who the hell are they? I have no idea myself.
Anyone who's seen these advertistments would definitely freak or laugh at the idea of publicising your marriage to such an extent.

Bandar Utama near One Utama, next to the Mobile and Shell petrol kiosks...

And this billboard isn't just confined to one place, no.
~~It's~~ They're all over the place!!!!

Uptown Damansara Utama next to the mosque...

knn...
But bare in mind that these pics were taken from the car as it was raining so the quality ain't so good.

Bandar Utama, next to KBU and opposite Centrepoint

And if you thought the fact that this couple publicising their marriage so openly was so corny, then you probably haven't looked hard enough yet.
Check out the catch phrase!

"I found you! I do!"

I quote Skyler. So lame can die!!!
Just staring at that makes me want to puke my drawers out. ZOMG!

Anyway, I have come to a theory that maybe a friend of 'Janan' whom he always bullied or did favours for (depends how you define 'bully') wanted to get back at him and punblicised his so-called private marriage with 'Zoe'.
Sounds like a plan that's definitely working.

So then I thought maybe I should do the same because after all, what are friends for eh?

In front of their houses...

You can thank me in school, Amir. As for you, Aida.
HOH!

World Cup: Japan vs Australia

2006-06-13T19:27:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Ah bloody... exam results are out and I failed 5 subjects.
Well, if I don't blog for a while, you know what my parents have done.

World Cup updates: Italy 2, Ghana 0. Czech Republic 3, USA 0. Portugal 1, Angola 0.
Netherlands 1, Serbia Montenegro 0. Argentina 2, Ivory Coast 1.
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This was such a good match I couldn't NOT blog about this.

After being a goal down thanks to a ~~Toyota Honda~~ Shunsuke Nakamura shot-that-wasn't-even-a-shot-but-a-cross (~~Mazda Suzuki~~ Takahara was blocking goalkeeper Mark Schwartzer so I still think it was a foul), Japan were 1-0 up throughout the majority of the match until the 84th minute.

But whoever who watched the match could've told that Japan didn't deserve the lead.
Well for one, before the 75th minute, Japan accounted to have had 5 shots while Australia had 15.
But I take my hat off to ~~Aji Namoto~~ Yoshikatsu Kawaguchi for keeping his goal at bay for that long.

~~Naruto Samurai X~~ Yoshikatsu Kawaguchi

Of course, that was when Australia struck back.
The introduction of Tim Cahill and John Aloisi at halftime gave Australia the extra ~~stim~~ flair that they had been missing for the previous hour.

Then in the 84th minute, the inevitable came when Tim Cahill scored the equaliser for Australia during a goalmouth scramble.

"Have no fear! Super Cahill is here!"

And if that wasn't enough, Time Cahill scored once again in another 4 minutes with a beautiful shot off the bar.

"Hey, wtf man? Just cuz I said no to a gay party later, we're not doing it now and here!!!"

Now 2-1 up, I was already filled with tears of joy, but that was not the end yet. John Aloisi scored the third Aussie goal in the 92nd minute to give Australia a 3-1 win over Japan.

"Seriously! Seriously!!!! This tastes like chocolate!"

WOOHOO!!!! 3 points for my country of birth!

And as I do recall, Pauline, you owe me a drink!!!

I say, bring on the boys from Brazil.

A New Look MikeDotOrg

2006-06-10T22:55:00.000+08:00

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World cup update- Sweden 0, Trinidad & Tobago 0. England 1, Paraguay 0. Equador 2, Poland 0.
And finally, the highest scoring opening game in the history of the World Cup- Germany 4, Costa Rica 2.
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Welcome to the new look MikeDotOrg!!

Well, you guys voted for me Afi to design a new template for me and well, tell me what you guys think.

Thanks a billion to Afi for all you help in designing the new template.

I'll belanja you makan some time ya?
How'd you like an ice cold bowl of mouth watering Ice Kacang?

Haha, thanks again =D

Who Do you Support This World Cup?

2006-06-09T13:50:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
The Omen ain't scary... it isn't even a horror movie.
It's more of a action/adventure drama flick, but it was nice.
I like how the story goes, but the main character could have used a Phoenix Down or at least a godmode cheat code...
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Weeee... Football fans rejoice, this is the one sporting moment the all of us look forward to, the world over every four years.
The opening ceremony in Germany starts tonight and all you gotta do is kick back, relax and enjoy the ride.

I, on the other hand, am gonna have a busy month.
For one, I shall be losing alot of money this month, skipping school regularly and for the first time in my life, I will be paying attention to something other than girls.

But this post shall be cattered to the less enthusiastic audience of the World Cup; those that couldn't care less who wins but is just in it for the thrill (or the money).
So which team will you be supporting for this World Cup?
Need a suggestion?

You could do what I did 8 years ago and support the favourite team which is, who else but, Brazil...

Brazil's the most football mad nation in the entire world.
In a country where the World Cup is practically a chance to shine, every single soul here knows how to play the beautiful game, and everybody enjoys it.

Brazil's just filled to the brim with talented players like Robinho and Ronaldinho, and also proven goal scorers such as Ronaldo.

Brazil is so great, that they could field a second strength team and that second strength team would beat England down flat.
Let's not talk about Malaysia because, face it, Brazil could field their amateur little league players (not even their third, fourth or fifth strength squad) and they will beat us down flat.

It's nor surprise as how many people are fearing the strength of Brazil this World Cup, unless of course they're supporting Brazil in the first place.

But if you aren't supporting the favourites and wanna go for something a lil more local, you'll wanna support either South Korea or Japan.

South Korea

Japan

Personally, I'm not a big fan of Japan mainly because, most supporters of Japan in Malaysia don't know anything about football but are so crazily behind them because they love anime, and it drives me crazy to hear them chant "Go Naruto!" when watching a football match...

So my advice to you is, support Japan only if you have a reason to... and please, get to know the names of at least one or two players before embarassing yourself at the local bar by shouting out names of some Anime characters. It's Nakata, not Naruto. Duh..

South Korea, on the other hand, is a truckload of talent- genuine talent.
Ok I take my hat off to some Japanese players like Nakamura and Takahara, but the other players are just overated.

Now where was I? Ah yes, South Korea.

Coached by ex-Netherlands coach, Dick Advocaat, this nation's known for producing speedy and destructive players.
Don't get what I mean? Well, take a look at Park Ji-Sung for one, Manchester United's midfield dynamo.

One of the few reasons why Manchester United have been winning so many games, scoring so many goals and finished second in the English Premier League table.

Still haven't found a team to support? Why not try supporting the underdogs. Saudi Arabia anyone? No? How about Togo? Trinidad and Tobago?

Togo

Well if you do decide to support Saudi Arabia, know that they conceded 12 goals and scored none in the last Wolrd Cup in 2002. As for Trinidad and Tobago and Togo, this the first time those two nations are appearing in the World Cup.

Trinidad and Tobago

So, it doesn't matter which you support because all three could get knocked out in the first round. Then again, go ahead and support all three...
If you bet money on them and one goes through, you'd be laughing your way all the way to the bank.

On the other hand, if you feel that you don't wanna be left out in conversations with your friends, colleagues and work-mates, you should probably support England.
It seems that everyone supports England but I don't know why.

Of course the most famous footballer plays in England plus people watch the EPL throughout the regular football season, so I assume that must be the reason.

David Beckham... gets more involved in more publicity than football

Personally, England would be an alternate team for me to see win the World Cup.
I'm not supporting them, I'm just hoping they win if the teams I support get knocked out.

Still haven't made up your mind on who to support yet? You can always follow me...

I support the Oranje men from the Netherlands because they have one of the most attractive style of football, next to Brazil.

In the 1980's they were labelled the Brazil of Europe because of their Total Football policy, which means anyone can play anywhere.
Midfielders could convert to strikers, strikers could convert to goalkeepers, defenders could convert to referees...

Call me an ass but I also support Holland's European rivals, Portugal. Why?
Because I play for them lah!

"I say a little prayer or two..."

Lmao just kidding, but I do like their coach Luiz Phillipe Scolari, the big man behind Brazil's triumph in 2002.

Behind that psychotic mind is a genius...

The Portugal football team isn't packed with stars unlike the Netherlands, Brazil or Argentina.
They are however, a team that has the most bonded teamwork in Europe.
Take their performance against the Netherlands in Euro 2004 for example.

Last but not least, I support Australia because that's my country of birth and I'll be going there in about three years time to study..
Yealah not many of you knew that I lived there before setting foot on the equator, but this is only the second time Australia are in the World Cup.

Coached by Guus Hiddink (the guy who led South Korea to the semi finals in 2002) , this team is my pick to be one of the dark horses to cause many upsets and surprises.

If you still haven't made up your mind, go ahead and support the hosts Germany.
This year, Germany will be relying on their best player to steer them through.

Their best player by far...

I gotta warn though, you may not end up feeling any much richer than you were before even if Germany win all their matches.

For me though, I shall stick to my selection. What's your favourite team?

A Glimpse of Heaven

2006-06-06T21:29:00.000+08:00

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Mike:
The World Cup opening ceremony's this Friday night...
Hey dudes, if you don't see me in school for the entire month, you know why.

LOL, notice how this blog post has the word 'heaven' on it when the date of this post is 06.06.06
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I was at Ipoh and Kuala Kangsar over the weekend.
It was such a perfect day; bright and sunny, clear skies.

Heck I could've been playing football instead of being stuck in the car.
Sorry for the info on football but I have to brag that I'm regaining footy form, with the exception of my lame finishing.

So anyway from out of nowhere, appears this grey cloud that blocks most of the sun ray.

Come to think about it, it reminds me a bit of a scene from Lord of the Rings.

Sorry, hehe, especially to Donny...
Yeah anyway, I mean...

But then again, that pic somehow gives me peace of mind whenever I look at it.
It's like I've just seen heaven.

Nike Joga3 Tournament

2006-06-01T20:10:00.000+08:00

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I feel that my football form doesn't get anymore erratic than this. Sometimes I my dribbling's rusty, my passing's crap but my finishing's good. At other times, my dribbling's good, my passing's ok but my finishing's crap.
This year's just not one of those years... I hate exams!!!!

Was chatting on Kennysia's chatterbox earlier today and last night, and let me get you some quotations...

izzati: mike: you are cute. plz chat with me
Mike: I am?
Mike: i mean, of course i am

Skyler: SO egotistic can die
izzati: me?
Skyler: "I am? Oh, of course I am"

Mike: Hey Skyler you look like one of my friends... heh.. scary..
Skyler: No lah, where got.
Mike: You look like her lah...
Skyler: Oh yeah? Is she cute?
Mike: Yeahlah you and her very cute lah
Skyler: I am? Oh, of course I am.

Mike: I gotta quote that
Skyler: Make it a trademark like Paris Hilton's "That's hot"

Don't mess... this is one good way to accept a compliment anyday...
"I am? Of course I am...™"
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About a couple of weeks ago, I noticed that Nike's Joga3 Tournament was coming to Malaysia.

At that time, Amir, KJ and I had already assembled our very own team of 3, which consisted of the three of us obviously, to enter the tournament.

I mean, sure why not? At that time KJ was at the peak of his fitness, Amir was a key figure in the school team and I was in goal-scoring form averaging at least 2 goals a game.

And to intimidate the opponents anymore, we called our team Chuck Norris FC after the Walker Texas Ranger guy who was made famous for his round-house kick.

Chuck Norris...

...and the one move that made him a cult hero worldwide...

But when Amir, KJ and I found out the nearest place we could go to compete in the event was Stadium Merdeka, our hopes were nearly destroyed until it came to One Utama.

Now, for those of you who don't know what Joga3 is, it's a 3-a-side futsal tournament organised by Nike in a designated area with borders and small goals. So basically it was more street soccer than futsal. The first goal eliminates the other team and the next team comes in to face the defending champions, but after 3 minutes of play if neither team scores, both teams will be eliminated and in come two new teams.

So KJ, Amir and I showed up at OU that day ready to kick some ass.
Only thing was, KJ was having a minor knee injury and I was (and still am) having a serious inconsistant lapse of form, leaving Amir to bare most of the team's responsibility. Damn.

We picked our team colour to be black, so that we would be able to differenciate from the team in blue bibs. We later found out that the bibs were black... talk about serious misfortune.

So when we met up, we immediately registered ourselves in and got a card which displayed the statistics of our games, got our hands marked with our team's code and free Joga 3 bands.

Our team code, AOW11

I got Heart, KJ Team and Amir Honor.

But the 3 of us weren't the only ones who turned up in support of Chuck Norris FC, Amir's gal pal, Aida, showed up too.

I guess she did very well as our only fan.
BTW, she is the camerawoman behind our matches. Thank you so much Aida...

I realised that there were people from the BFA (Brazilian Football Association. The academy, not the team you idiot) present and taking part.

My hands were shaking at the very sight of the sea of yellow..

My first reaction was, "Holy Crap!". I mean they send their best players to Brazil every year to have trials with them, and as I heard my old RSC team mate JB was actually on trial with Robinho's old team, Santos.

But I kept calm as I soon found out that all of them weren't grouped in the same court as us.

So the event kicked off for us with some extraordinary freestyling showmanship from some participants, most of them from the BFA.

Two particular freestylers who caught my eye was this short Chinese guy who could do any trick Ronaldinho invented. And another one was this Korean or Japanese kid no older than 12, who could do many tricks even I can't.

After the freestyling event, all of the participants were coralled like cows into one court where the guy explained the rules to us which was, you get cautioned if you kick the ball too high, play rough and stand too close to your own goal thus blocking it. On the second caution you get sent off =(
Our match eventually kicked off and our first game didnt go too well because, well, we lost after 2 and a half minutes of hard work where Amir should have at least hit the target once.
My personal highlight in that match was in a 3 on 1, where I managed to squeez the ball past 3 opponents only to see my ball rebound off the post.

Look out for it in the 93rd second. If you're finding it hard to differenciate the teams, just remember that both Amir and Kah Joo's shirts have yellow stripes on their sleeves and I have a huge 'Ronaldo 7' on the back of my jersey.

Although not shown in the video, we lost in the end and I left the court fuming with frustration at the unpenalised rough play of the opponents.

Our next match came up after about 45 minutes and we found ourselves in a very familiar corner again, this time watch out for Amir's flying backheel volley (similar to Ibrahimovic's one against Italy in Euro 2004) in the 165th second.

I do apologise for the lack of audio in the video so I shall compensate for it by fitting in a song of my choice to match the atmosphere- a song that made defeat so much more bearable.

You can't hide, I know how much you love that song.

At the end of the event, we lost our only two games, which we could have won if my roll-in hadn't hit the post in the first match and if any of Amir's shots could hit the target in the second.
But hey to our credit, as you can tell in the videos the floor was really slippery. Marble LAH!

Hey, we gave it our best.
At least we went home happy, although we didn't get anywhere near the grand prize which was a year in training with the BFA and a shopping spree at the Joga Bonito shop in Bukit Bintang.

The eventual winners were the boys from the BFA (yes, including that showboating freestyler; was there ever a doubt???) ...
I wonder though, since they won does that mean they get a free year of training with their own academy. I mean I'm sure they're already sponsored to train there since they're so damn good.

Haih, stupid kiasu BFA only wanna profit themselves... knnccb

The Many Faces of Mike

2006-05-27T19:53:00.000+08:00

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OMG! Joga3 was great tournament eventhough my team lost both games, Amir, KJ and I walked away with a smile on our faces. After all, we were unluckily faced with tough opponents in both matches and had our fair half of the spoils. I'll blog more about that next post.
How unlucky though that Donny, Lester and Chiak couldn't turn up for their tournament on Friday...

In the mean time, I do wonder wtf happened to my 'loyal readers' and ex-OBS mates.
C'mon guys, takkan can only comment on the OBS posts.... Support me sikit lah...
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It's been a while since I've had a really self-indulged post about myself featuring loads of pictures of me.
Come to think of it, my last vain post was back in March when I did my review of MyHeritage.

Now anyone who knows me well will know that I am a very self-righteous person. That means that I can't stand not looking at myself in the mirror.
So that means that it isn't normal for me not to have a syiok sendiri blog entry.

So let me continue with my blog entry.

Mike can be a very suave person, wouldn't you agree?
No? How about charming? No? Cool? Really?
Well, I'd like to think that I ain't always all about the stupid stuff, cuz I really can be a lil James Bond-y at times.

See what I mean?

But I guess most of you are right lah. I am a comedian most of the time and that's why I'm presenting The Many Faces of Mike.
This entry is very similar to my entry on The Mikes (where a sequel is coming out very soon. Promise) only this entry talks about the many identities I hide behind. Put it this way, it's like Clark Kent being newspaper reporter in the morning, hot hunk during lunch time, Superman in the evening and insomniatic lunatic at night.

Skippy

I created this identity a couple of months ago, from a drawn smiley face on a blank piece if paper, to imitate the killer from I Know What You Did Last Summer or the first Scary Movie.

I mean Skippy IS scary.
Hey! How would YOU like it if you woke up in the middle of the night and saw this face staring straight at you with a dead expression but a wildly wiggling tongue.

Now you know!

The Football Fan

You know how patriotic football fans go to the football stadiums with their faces fully painted in support of their favourite team?

Well how about this, I wore an entire football on my head to show my love for the game.

Bugger King

Yes, the stupid retard finally rears his ugly head, under an upside down Burger King crown.

I sat through an entire 2 and a half hours wearing that crown shouting out random superhero lines, like "Never fear! Burger King is here!" and "Stand back! This is a job for BURGER KING!!!!", through out class, one fine Thursday.
I lost all my friends for that period, nicknaming me Bugger King the Lunatic, but watch out, Bugger King will be back whenever I find a Burger King crown.

Charlie, Amir, Tzu Ting, Melody... and the new Superhero on the block...

Emo Mike

Recently over the past eight months, I have been more emo than any other period of my life.
Come to think of it, this is the only time when I've ever been this emo, mostly caused by my breakup with this girl...
I went through it all- going crazy, hurting myself, listening to sad emo songs, crying over a picture of us and EVEN having that pathetic stupid-looking emo hair...

And just when I thought it was over, she comes out of the blue and starts telling people how she'd never accept me as an ex-boyfriend and telling alot of rumours about me and us when we were together.
*sigh*
I guess it was my fault. After all I was trying to apologise to her and all she did was scream in my face and asked me to fuck off... so I went back to this.

Yes, Emo Mike isn't comedic but sad. I'd make you laugh, if I wasn't too sad. I'm not sad now, but I was back then.
But then again, I've always made you laugh =D

The Overzealous Clown

Some people would do anything to make others laugh, including make a fool of yourself just to get a few chuckles. And I am just 'some people'.

This picture was taken during Sports Day and here I am playing the fool- dressed in shades, the Green House's crowns, and their wristbands.

Needless to say, I succeeded in making a few people laugh. Not only that, I also managed to make some people stare weirdly at me and humiliate myself. Go me!
~*~*~*~

Like Jim Carrey's characters in his movies, I have ellaborate moods and personalities...
And when my already ellaborate moods are at their peak, you know you're bound to be entertained because, after all, I am MikeDotOrg.

SMKDU Sports Day 2006

2006-05-25T21:01:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Joga 3 is coming up this Saturday, send in your support now!
We are guarenteed going to need it.

And btw, can you girls please stop talking about Paul Bettany's ass?! OMG!
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Today was my school's Sports Day and for the first time in my 5 years at the school did I finally choose to attend the event at the MPPJ Stadium in Kelana Jaya.

I had to go to Chiak's place in order for Lester to come and pick us up to go to the stadium, and i I have this to say about his car. Dig the sunroof but i wanna chew up your back seats, man!!!
Anyway, sorry i digress.

So first up was the opening ceremony.

Not as grand as the Commonwealth Games in Melbourne but still grand nonetheless, and with very little practice too.
Well, I wouldn't say little but as far as I could remember the only practice they had was three days before the event itself.

"We will serve the master.. we are drones.. we are slaves.. we are worthless"

"Reformasi! Reformasi!"

Where was I?
Oh yeah. So, we got there just in time for the opening ceremony.

We COULD have gotten there earlier if not for Lester's beautiful punctuality, but I guess it aint his fault cuz apparently his dad had taken the little ~~beauty~~ beast out for a spin at the wrong time.

Ah well, but I know better than to talk about the results of the events. That is Hueyyi's job.

I can tell you though that Yellow House won the best group event, Green House won the best march (house category), the Kadet Bersatu won the best march in the Uniformed Clubs category, Derrick won best Sportsman and Hueyyi won the best Sportswoman (for the fourth year running *bangs head on wall several times*)

The Soldier Cadets aka Persatuan Kadet Bersatu Malaysia

The closing ceremony, though, was a whole different affair to the opening ceremony. Instead of bigshots giving their speeches and introducing the next venue for the following event, they had to give out the bloody medals and even those people not taking part had to sit under the scorching mothertrucking sun.

And that ends the Sports Day for me. knnccb...
For what it's worth, though, I did have a good time messing with the athletes such as Ming Han and Amir, and I wasn't the only athlete that wasn't taking part in the events. There's Chiak, Andrew, Kovieen, and the list goes on...

For the record, I could've taken part in one event or two if someone had notified me about the deadline for signing up for the events.
~*~*~*~*

Immediately after Sports Day, Chiak, Melody, Hueyyi, Lester, Donny and I went straight to One Utama to have lunch.
One thing lead to another and we ended up checking out the Joga3 tournament that started on that day.

The first category was the U-12 side and, bloody hell, with my recent drop of form I suspect that I may even lose to some of these kids, whom I give credit to anyway, because one or two of them are actually pretty damn good.

Yeah, anyone remember Marcus?
He's my idea of an ambitious kid... and Joga 3 was crawling with ambitious kids when we saw them.

So later on we went to play pool and after that it was homewardbound...

And btw, I'd like to wish Donny, Lester and Chiak luck for their Joga 3 conquest on Friday.
Guys, just keep cool, remember that style is important and play it beautifully. After all, that is Joga Bonito.
Wouldn't you agree, Don?

Of course you do..

Ass Photos

2006-05-23T14:31:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
OMFG! The Da Vinci Code is one of the best movies ever....
... that is if your haven't read the book. Honestly, I didn't wanna read it to avoid any spoilers or disappointment and in the end, I watched it and loved it, unlike Chiak who was disappointed because he read the book first.
HAHA! OWNED!

Update: Bloody hell. Joga 3 is coming to One Utama and KJ, Amir and I are entering it on Saturday. With my kind of form now, they won't be able to rely on me to make any goals or passes.
Right now, I feel so emotionally unconfident that even the team's physical form is dropping. In english, that means that my team sucks because I suck.
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A week ago, I was laid back on my bed reading some referance book and studying for the exams while I looked over to my left and thought I saw what I saw on my school's magazine.

OMFG! Ass Photos... For a moment there, I thought I'd be checking out maybe any of my hot friends' faces on Shakira's die-hard bootilicious body.

Ass to die for... literally...

Then I scurried over there and saw this.

Ooowh... CLASS photos...

Damnit!!!... my hopes were dashed.
But after all, it IS the school magazine.

Ed Board, take note!

Pepsi Gold

2006-05-19T20:09:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Your results for the new template poll are in. And you selfish mongers want me to waste my time designing my own blog template. Ah well, it's your vote. So, Afi!!!! Need some help here!!!

Btw, exams are over it's time to rejoice for a short while before resuming my studies.
And if you guys wanna watch an extended version of the previous post's football video, click here.
AND if any of you tease me about Arsenal's UEFA Champions League final loss to Barcelona, I shall track you down, rape your dog and burn your house.
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Pepsi is just full of bullshit. I mean that in a good way, of course.
From endorsing superstars to creating new tastes, this drink brand is definitely not one you wanna pray pray with ok?

The last tastes Pepsi came out with was Pepsi Tarik, a Malaysian-touch drink only released in, where else but, Malaysia.
Let's just say, thank God it stayed in Malaysia.

Pepsi Fire and Pepsi ~~Crap~~ Tarik

Another flavour (well, flavourssss) released by Pepsi is Pepsi Fire and Pepsi Ice.
Also known as the replacements to the not-so-popular Pepsi X and the overated Pepsi Blue.

But Pepsi is smart. Really smart! So smart in fact, that this time they decided to get sexy Thai pop princess Tata Young and ex-F4 singer Vanness Wu to be the face of the new Pepsis to attract the attention of the youth...

Unfortunately though, Vanness's face instantly drove us all away.

So anyway, Pepsi is back with a new flavour, in conjuction with the FIFA World Cup. Introducing Pepsi Gold!!!

This time it's endorsed by Ronaldinho, two times consecutive and current World Player of The Year, Brazil's driving force, Barcelona's influential playmaker ~~and lady's man~~.

Pepsi Gold, like the previous Pepsis, has a really nice design and once again focuses on the marketing.

The drink has a sparkling sweet ginger-y taste to it. Honestly though, I'm not a big fan of ginger but this drink isn't that bad anyway, regardless of my opinion.
Watch the clip to see Chiak 'promote' the drink.

But when it comes to MikeDotOrg, whatever the product, whatever the review, whatever it is, I can always find ways to poke fun at it.

I mean, look at it!!!

It looks like pee! As a matter of fact, if you served it in a glass to someone who didn't know the wiser, how much would you wanna bet that guy would think you just served him your urine sample?

Try giving this to your doctor during your medical checkup. I can almost immagine him saying, "Oh dear, looks like you have a high content of sugar in your blood"

Now check this out. If I showed you this pic, what would you think?

Honestly you'd think it's pee, and you'd be correct until I showed you this pic.

But I guess Pepsi Gold also comes in handy if you want to scare your frat mates half to death.
Just drink it til it's half empty, and fling the bottle at them, then watch them run for their lives. Why?

What would you do if you had a bottle and trouble finding the toilet? That's right...

Now pee jokes aside, Pepsi Gold also doesn't look like it's halal. So what happens if you had your Muslim friend over and you gave him this glass.

You'll find that when he leaves your house, he wouldn't have touched that glass! Not one bit!
Honestly, that crap looks like beer.
So gold-schmold, the way I look at it, this would be one snag at Pepsi's marketing idea.

Chiak said "Tastes like heaven", and Donny said, "Tastes like gold". I say, it looks like pee, straight up.
So that shall be MY/OUR slogan for Pepsi Gold,

Football Humour

2006-05-14T00:56:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Aw daym! I would've bet my house on West Ham winning the FA Cup after their solid performance and fluke goals- one own goal by Carragher, one scrappy roll-in by Ashton and one goal intended to be a cross from Konchesky...
Ah well, congratulations to all you Leaverfools out there anyway...
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This is my second post in two days... and my exams aren't finished yet XD
Lately I've been feeling very inspired to do a football video after seeing the latest football videos from Nike.
So I searched my folders for the best football videos which I had collected over the past year to compile.

Then I thought, why not put the Mike touch in and add some humour and hip music.
Unfortunately though, whenever I think of the word 'hip music', I think of dancing lemurs, a lion, a zebra and Ali G.

The end product, another video from MDO Viva La Mike. Enjoy!

Overpumping a Rubber Ball.

2006-05-12T19:54:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
I'm starting to loathe this year even more. I've never run through a form this inconsistent before, one day I'm playing football well and one day I'm struggling to perform...
One week of exams left to go...
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So a couple of weeks before the exams, I was really bored and had too much time on my hands, again.

So I thought I'd try something that I've been wanting to do for the past month.
A month earlier, I bought myself a new plastic goal set that came with a rubber ball.

And rubber balls, as we all know (or if you don't know), are like balloons. I could pump so much air into it until it enlarged to the size of, maybe a basketball.
But since I was THAT bored, I wanted to try something more ~~stupid~~ ~~retarded~~ ~~dumbfucked~~ GUNGHO!

So then I thought, why not overpump it over it's extent.
And I did. And recorded it. And had fun. For like 5 minutes. Wheeee.

Well you saw it first on this post, MDO Viva La Mike. My version of MTV's Viva La Bam.

Then I went to admire my masterpiece... and since I was bored, my immagination started to run wild and I began to get craetive with it.

Ladies, you know you're attracted to a man in a rubber hat....

Haha! I'm so daym syiok sendiri!
Now I'm prepared to go watch the FIFA World Cup in Germany.

Stay tuned for more football and Mike related, videos on MikeDotOrg!

Japanese Crap

2006-04-28T20:17:00.001+08:00

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Mike says:
Hmmm... I gotta write a note to myself reminding me to never attempt writting an entry like I did in the last post.
Anyway, my exams start next week so that means I can't update as often for the next 3 to 4 weeks.

Oh yeah, and regarding the third OBS entry, it's coming in next Friday. Promise. Cross My Heart. ;)

Btw, don't forget to vote! The future depends on YOU!
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My school's obsessed with labels.
No matter where you turn, there's always a label strapped to every plant describing the plant and telling you the plant's name.

That doesn't leave fishes out too. Next to the fish pond, there's this sign.

But Charles, being the blindbat he is, saw something other than 'Japanese Carp'...
... he thought he saw 'Japanese CRAP'!

Maybe I should print this out and replace the one in school XD

Not the usual NIPS

2006-04-25T14:40:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
OMG, it's so freaking hard to do the final OBS entry so I'm just gonna take my time with it. As I learnt from the last, quality is better than punctuality ;)

But I promise it's gonna be good... like real good.
And so while you wait, you shall vote... you SHALL VOTE!
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Before you proceed, I have to tell you that this unusual experience usually makes good blog material ;)

I was in tuition on Friday as usual, and as usual my usual lang would bring snacks like Choki-Choki, sweets, biscuits, water and so on...

And as usual Jian Hao bought NIPS sweets.

Usually, NIPS is a small chocolate snack similar to M&M's.
So as usual we were snacking away at the chocolate snack until we reached the very last one.

OMFG!!!

Looks... exactly... like... your... usual.... manNIPS

How unusual....

I Miss Outward Bound School part 3

2006-04-22T12:19:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
There's this new band I'm currently hooked on called Fightstar.
The band consists of Charlie Simpson, Alex Westaway, Dan Haigh and Omar Abidi.
If you're wondering why the first name sounds familiar, it's because Charlie was from pop band Busted. But no, Fightstar isn't anything like Busted.
Think a cross between Story of The Year, Funeral For A Friend, Metallica and Slipknot.
Yes, they're that good!

Don't forget to vote for a new template for this blog...
Screw exams big time!
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I'm starting to get the feeling that my OBS posts are something like the Star Wars trilogy.
The first was outstanding to an extent that everyone was awaiting the second, the second didn't live up to expectations but didn't disappoint the die-hard fans, but the third made everybody change their religion to Jedi.

So as your George Lucas, I shall employ the help of Quentin Terentino and Steven Spielberg to help me direct the third and final instalment of the OBS entry.

Btw, if you thought the previous post lacked pictures, I really don't think you'd think so anymore.
Why? Well, get ready for an entry full of photos.

Day 9: BBQ Night...

So the hard part of OBS was gone, and now came the fun of it all.
We woke up that morning for the usual preparations. Today, we had been informed that we were going to Pangkor. That meant that we could finally have some REAL FOOD, REAL DRINKS and REAL FREEDOM!!!

That means... No more confinement! No more crappy food! No more tap water!

Woohoo! But the boat to Pangkor wasn't supposed to leave until 10 or 11... and we were up at 5 (like normal). The other watch, Mulu, were rehearsing their performance for the BBQ Event that was going on later that night.
But no worries tho, us Tahan-ites knew already what we were going to do. The 15 of us were to do a little sketch about what we went through for the past 8 days. Then, we were to get together and do a litte musical staring Me, Alesha and Ben. I was to rap, she was to do the lead vocals to the main song and he was to play the guitar happily like a hill-billy.

Anyway, back to our 4 hours of free time. We got the previous day's ball and played some futsal!

It was, like, the best stress remover for what we've been through the past eight days. I remember scoring a goal then celebrating doing a handstand. I also remembered how Austin, Ben and Tong illuminated the game.
Singaporean players... what DO they smoke to get so good?!?!

And before we knew it, time had passed and we were waiting for our boatride to Pangkor.

So we were talking to Chai about how he always refused to tell us his age since day one... and it turned out he was only 16. SIXTEEN! Nowonder he didn't wanna tell us... but I guess he's really responsible for a 16 year old dude.

Does this look 16 to you?! Actually...... yes.

Our first stop was a small town in Pangkor and it was there we finally got our taste of 'civilisation' in 8 days. Though, I really don't think it's considered civilisation if there are still no cars, no building that's taller than two storeys and noone walking around wearing anything close to casual... more like beach wear and ahbeng wear.

We got the priveleage to shop around with our limited sum of money and ended up buying our (our as in Tahan) dress code for the event later that night, Hawaiian shirts.

Yeah... most of us wore the Hawaiian shirts anyway...

We reported back to the jetty a couple of hours later and headed off to another part of Pangkor, this time to see the boring dried fish-making process, then to some special temple. Actually it was more than an ordinary temple, as told by the word special.
It was more like a fun park for the local kids to hang around.
This was their One Utama, man!

Actually, it was so special because it had a mini zoo (with snakes, monkeys, big fishes, birds etc.) and a mini structure of the Great Wall of China.

After being satisfied with ourselves, we reported back to the jetty to get ready for the big night ahead.

So later that night, we all got dressed, rehearsed one more time and entered the hall.
Whoa, my parents actually came to see me perform. At that time I was beginning to think, "Holy crap, what happens if I rap so hard that I fall off the stage halfway during the event..."
Looks like the so called apparent pressure was starting to get to me.

It's called BBQ night for a reason XD

Most of theTahanites... and June

Candid shot of us bounders on BBQ Night...

So Mulu's big guy, Chee Han, started the night out bygiving a speech and the later events kicked off.

So our big performance came up and we kinda did a synopsis about what I've been telling you in these entries for the past few weeks.

The first day...

Then later, the big broadway kicked off. Ben had come up with some hip-sounding-accoustic sound to accomodate my rap.

Before we got together in a group to finish off our performance and sang that knn annoying Graduation Day song by Vitamin C. At least Alesha's voice sounded great.

Then came Mulu's performance of some tribal Hawaiian ritual. Kiwi did one of the best acting performance of a pondan I'd seen.
Put it this way, it was way better than Mulan trying to be a guy.

After the BBQ night, we went outside to take photos, play games and hang out one last time before we say goodbye.

Looking back at our photos, I really miss OBS so much...

Day 10: Goodbye...

We woke up at 5 again that day to go down for one last gathering before having our last breakfast together.

Then it was our last chat together as a watch, and then the 'graduation ceremony' where they played that Vitamin C song again %#$@...

So it was into the hall for us- Tahan, Mulu, Talu (yeah, both our watches become one: Tahan+Mulu=TALU) and all the other watches.

Talu...

And it was this very moment that I really had a good reason to cry. The beautiful crimson sights of dawn, the mesmerizing vermillion sky of dusk, the seemingly endless sea and most importantly, the Tahan family...

We were then discharged as ex-Outward Bounders and then, we were to be freed back into the open world, everyone going back to the holes whence they crawled- the Sin-kah-por-dians going back to Sin-chia-poh, Kim going back to eat whitenning cream after getting burnt and Paula going back to Paulaland where there's no such thing as dirt, worms, sweat and annoying-facial-haired-crew-cut-chinese-rappers.

Low-cost Graduation? Now gown and hat?

Me and Tham after saying goodbye to everyone...

And for me, that was the last time I saw OBS. Sometimes when I look back, it feels as if it was just yesterday, I entered the gates of the compound to be met by something so beautiful yet so intimidating.
It's like American Idol when someone's been kicked off the show where they always play Daniel Powter's Bad Day which shows the highlights of that idol's career while on the show.
I feel like I'm one of the voted-out idols and I'm watching a rerun of that video over and over and over again.

OBS exit American Idol style, "So you had a bad day, then you ta fei kei, then you fong fei kei..."

So since I told you guys that this entry shall be the best OBS entry, I shall keep my promise and show you the extras to this special extended DVD.

Meeting the Tahanites!

Alesha

The 'big sister' of the watch.
Well she's one of the most social people in the group hopping from one person to another, striking up a conversation from out of thin air.
She knows how to give the best advice and knows when to say the right thing at the right time.
Great singing voice too ^^

this 1. damm funny lar. especially the hanky panky with somebody. ~Tong

Ben

The music man..
You know you're damn good when... from out of nowhere, and at the last minute, you conjure up an accoustic tune that goes really well with a hip-hop song.
You know you're damn good when... you can play football as a defender and still have a monster left footed shot.
You know you're damn good when... your name is Ben.
You know you're damn good when... I talk about you like this...

Bastard cow number 1. come back sg.dun wan us already.~Tong
benn, u stop giving excuse lar. better turn up when we meet e nx time. if not.. if not.. nxt time i dao u everyday. LOL=P ~Yun Xin

Alvin

We already had the big sister, now meet the Big Brother...
He's like, the life of Tahan. Everything realted to Tahan he's there to secure.
One who knows when to spice up a party and when to get really serious.
Hey, that's what big brothers are for unless that big brother is me... then you know my sis is bound for torture.

Wah. this 1. u dare to play with him arh. i dun dare. he big boss ok.~ Tong

Kuhan

The Finger...
Initially called himself Finger because he thought Tham's called himself Thumb... but the nickname stuck anyway XD
He was really good company for the watch... supportive and funny XD

U damm funny.Pls go finger urself ~ Tong

Desmond

The Pro Gamer...
He and I connected really well although he liked those online games and I liked sports...
Like Kuhan he's really great support and good company...
The heaviest snorer ever. Period. I could've sworn I heard him snoring during the solo camp!

Ala. pls let me have a goodnight slp without loud snoring can. ~Tong

Jeremy

The Happy-Go-Lucky Dude...
As far as I remember, he always had a blur look on his face but surprisingly whatever the speech or lecture, he'd still end up knowing more than you.
Created the most catchy overused lines during the camp, "What rubbish?" and "Whyah?"...

Wassup darling ~Tong

Gary

One half of the Scouts...
Also known as the security guard of Tahan.
The more serious of the two scouts and the one who helped build all the tents during our camps.

Gary's damm Ah pek. reminds me of coffeeshop uncle. but arh. dun pray pray with scouts ok. ~ Tong
did u noe gary is seeing a ger too? ~ Ziyan

Ziyan

The other half of the Scouts...
The wise cracking scout who always has something funny to say XD.
The less serious of the two scouts and the one who kept us all sane during each and every one of our expeditions.

Caught him the other day with gal. from a guy who dun seems interested in girls to being with gal. like i said. DUN PRAY PRAY. scouts ok. ~ Tong

Austin

Home United footballer.. (running out of niknames for them)
Yeah that's one thing I'll remember about this guy... he was one good footballer.
Other than that, he was one funny dude.
Scarily most of us didn't get nearly as many mosquittoe bites compared to him. Scary.

need i say more. turtle ~Tong

~~The~~ Tong ~~Song~~

Funny Singaporean guy..
Another key person in keeping the entire Tahan sane.
The most memorable jokes of the camp came from him.

~~Huh. this 1. most hardworking. most clever. most handsome. most loveable. anyone dun agree? go bang wall lar.~~ ~ Tong
Idiot, i go bang wall liao=X ~Yun Xin
Tong, I egg you too, so very very much.. ~Kiwi

Tham

The Reliable One...
The most cooperative of all 15 members and would do everything to contribute to the watch.
Of course this was his second time coming to OBS so he probably knew the drill and consequences anyway.
Plays as one helluva footy goalie..

Cheena man lar u. budden arh. thumb is good brother ok. ~Tong

Yun Xin

The Only Singaporean Girl...
Sorry Yun Xin, but you'll forever be known to me as the only Singaporean girl in our watch.
The big opinion with the small voice.
Haha, I also will also remember you as the girl with the smallest feet XD

Too attractive until somebody in the watch made a mistake. that idoit. ~Tong
Yun Xin!!! u come to malaysia lar during june holiday.den u can come over n stay at my house=P.den we do 'sister-friend' bonding.same wf u al!!!=) my BIG SISTER=D Lurve u babe!! ~ Kim
lookz like only me and xin can have a normal conversation..lolz!..=p.. ~ Alesha

~~Kenny Rogers Roast~~ Kim

~~The barbeque on board our whaler~~ The Social Butterfly...
Ah Kim, Kim, Kim... got roasted on board our whaler during the sea expedhition then was immediately ruled as Missing.In.Action for the Land Expedition's hike.
But she was one of the most social girls around the entire Talu (if not for Sarah C and Alesha).

Wah auntie. when wan go clubbing. this 1. i talk to the mummy before ok. haha. ~Tong

Paula

~~The Porcelein Doll~~ The Little Sister...
Truth is, when it comes to Paula, i don't wanna comment, I only wanna kutuk.
She was the girl with the high squeeky voice in the watch.
To her, anything would become a problem including whaling, rock climbing, singing, walking...
Declared by most of us as physically unfit especially during the Land Expedition hike where she forced us to stop and rest at least twice every 10 minutes.
But I guess Tahan wouldn't be Tahan without Paula.
All hail Queen Paula *throws up*

I guess I can afford to single out one particular female who holds a very special place in my heart..Come on, it can't be that hard to guess.. Her name consists of 5 letters.. P-A-U-L-A ! RawR! -Kiwi
Stop scaring me lar. ~Tong

Now that you've met the Tahanites, meet the three big names from Mulu that helped forge the great bond between Mulu and Tahan alike.
And now I shall proceed to their introduction before I start sounding like a cross between an English Premier League commentator and the narrator for The Lord of the Rings.

Kiwi

The Magic Torchlight...
The life of Mulu.
Incredibly funny guy who's now getting tortured in Aussie Land.
Really nice dude who, along with Tong, shared an incredible passion for eggs..

Egg. When we going to produce more eggs to egg ourselve. Egg u. ~Tong

Sarah C

One of the hotties from Mulu.
Really open and friendly.
It was kinda nice to talk to her from the first expedition til the Pangkor trip.

I'm hotter.~Tong

The Stellars?

Sarah Jean

Sorry leh... cannot find any OBS-related pix of her on my com so I go steal this from her friendster..

Another hottie from Mulu.
Your typical cuttie with the squeeky cute voice and the big opinion loh...

I look better. ~Tong
Seriously, all we're missing is my favourite 5 letter girl =) Who's mentioning Paula? I was talking about some other 5 letter girl.. ~Kiwi

~Hey if you ex-Bounders out there want me to add something extra to any of the mentioned Talu-ans, feel free to post it in the comment box, I shall add it up when I'm free...~

And finally, last but not least,

Mike

The ~~Rapist~~ Rapper...
Truth is I know better than to comment about myself, you guys go ahead and tell me what I'm to put about myself XD

Mikey..hé's an awesome dude..very creative..and a awesome rap=star..eheh..i love the part u rapped to the monkeyz..hehe..good times..*haihz*..hehe..and besides that..i love how u brought back the OBS memories..really felt good..ure an awesome dude..just to sumarize it all..thankz 4 everythin mike!..muahzz ~Alesha
Fuck u. is this finally long enough. haha. ~Tong
mike, thanx for bringing back wonderful memories.=) ~Yun Xin
THANK U soooooooo much Mike!!!=) it was da BEST post n i really enjoy reading it=) hehe..i'm sooo gonna print it out n read it everyday...a real stress remover=P wahaha!!=) U ROCK MIKE!!!!=D ~Kim
Mike,here,have a cookie =) ~ Kiwi

So now, here's the extra photos section. I had no idea where in my previous entries should I put these photos so i thought maybe I should create a section for nothing but the photos.

Extra Photos

Alesha and Mulu's CA, Joe.

Tham, you lucky dawg... you got Paula!

Dynamic trio of Tong, Alvin and Ben

Thumb, Finger, Stomache, Nose and Mouth...

And this folks is how a gay orgy works...

ooooh...I touch myself...

Ben,Kuhan and Jeremy after the bbq... you can tell that the food sucked

My cam is ze best!

Good times, bad taste! At OBS!

Happy birthday to...... me...

And courtesy of Kim, us Tahanites have the undying privelage to own our very own abstract wallpaper!

Of course I couldn't resist to do my own wallpaper too...

As you can tell it was supposed to say TAHAN IDOL at the back but it ended being too small... doesnt matter anyway...

And now last but not least, what long winded blog post wouldn't be complete without a video, huh?

The vid's a bit dark so let me run you guys through it. The first part is the 'molest game' Chai introduced to us to play with the orphans. The second part is at the BBQ table where Kim asked me to rap. The third is just some random nonsense...
~*~*~*~

Anyway, I miss you guys alot, man!
Tahan! Oit! Tahan! Oit! Tahan! Oit!
.... you guys know the drill. Finish it for me ;)

Bakerzin: Reasonable and Classy...

2006-04-21T14:27:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
I know I'm supposed to update the highly anticipated part 3 of my OBS entry today but how about I keep you guys waiting and stall my post for another 2 days to half a week?
I think that's a good idea.

Now go forth and multiply the votes...

Sorry for the short post, I AM preparing the OBS entry you know?
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Last Saturday, I followed my family to One Utama for dinner. See I never really do that anymore because usually come back tired from playing football at the nearby park late.
So yeah, on Saturday it was different.

So we ate at one of the restaurants at the high end part of OU (you know, where Armani and Nike Originals is) and stopped at this restaurant called Bakerzin, also known as Pure Indulgence.

The food there is what you'd call really high class and original. Everything there was original, even the layout and the designs.
I could've sworn that some ex-form 5's from my school were working there but then again, I could be wrong.

Once again, I'd have to say the food there was really original. You could go to TGIF and order charbroiled tenderloin steak for about 30 bucks, then maybe go to New York and order the same thing, but with better quality, for 50$.

For starters, I have never before seen, or even heard of, most of the food served here.

Lychee Ice Tea, served in a champaigne glass.... whoa... class...

Well take a look at these mouth watering delights and judge for yourself.

Bloody Mary soup? Another term for tomato soup XD

Turkey Sandwich...ok maybe not so orginal but tasted really great

Let me try and remember the uncreative name for this, "Pink Pasta in Pink Sauce"... Reminds me of Pink Panther like that...

Suffles'... looks biasa but tastes like heaven

And lastly, check out this dessert, unoriginally named warm chocolate cake

Spongy chocolate cake filled with chocolate sauce, topped with vanilla ice cream... omg.. my mouth's freaking watering now...

Well, I'm not very good at food reviews but you have to take my word for it that the quality of this food is much higher than the price they charge....
Yes, the food is cheaper than it looks.

So look for Bakerzin next to the escalator that leads down to Hang Ten and Reebok, on the 1st Floor in One Utama's new wing.

A New Template?

2006-04-16T16:11:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Aww damn, the last Joga 3 tournament was a week ago. #$%&!!!
So that means that Amir, KJ and I have to look for glory elsewhere = (

Hmm, school's photo day was today... I'll post the photos up here when they're out. Which will be a long time from now.
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I was lately wondering if I should change my blog's template.
The reason for that is my current preset template is not flexible and the post gets pushed to the bottom if I added a video or a picture bigger than the body.

So I was browsing through the preset templates and found a few that I fancy (click on the pictures to see how the blog will look like).

This one's creatively named 'Son of Moto'
Kinda suits me in a way, since I'm a Mofo... Wait a minute, it says Moto, not Mofo...
Well I still think the design's nice..

This one is called 'Snapshot Tequila'
I kinda like plain blogs with abstract and bright colours because it really pulls people's attention.. Well, it's definitely better than making my blog black and gothic-y. No offense to those people who use that kind of design but I think black is too syiok sendiri...

And finally this one is called 'Thisaway Green'
It's unique and bright. Another perfect design for my blog..
Damn I'm having a hard time deciding...

So since I'm a sold-out- which means I write my blog for your viewing pleasure, and not only for myself, I'm going to let you wonderful readers decide what design I should choose, or if in the unlikely case I should keep my old one or design one myself..

I Miss Outward Bound School part 2

2006-04-14T14:07:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Joga 3 Tournament's coming up. Anyone think Amir, KJ and I stand a chance?
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This is the not-so-long awaited continued sequel to part 1 of the OBS post.

So in the last entry, I mentioned about attending Outward Bound School from the 28th of November until the 8th of December in 2004.

From Day 1 til Day 4, OBS proved to have it's ups and downs, clearly.
So here is the continuation to the continuing adventures of Ben, Tong, Zi Yan, Yun Xin, Austin, Gary, Alesha, Kim, Paula, Jeremy, Tham, Desmond, Alvin, Kuhan and myself.
Damn that's a mouth full...

Tahan (I never get tired of this XD):
Standing: Zi Yan, Austin, Kim, me, Desmond, Kuhan, Alvin, Tong, Jeremy, Ben, Gary, Alesha, Paula, Yun Xin.
Sitting: Tham, Chai, OBS Boss, Kak Su

Day 5: Going Solo...

Day 4 was proving to be the toughest day of the course for me so far. At the end of the day, Kak Su then told us that the following day, we'd be going for our solo camp (an expidition, where everyone is seperated from the watch and placed in different areas of the jungle to camp for 24 hours).

Solo camp- nothing like the already considered convenient dormitories of OBS...

So like curfew demands, we woke up at 5 o clock to pack up and get ready for our solo camp. We were given a supply of food and water (extra water for me because of the sore throat) and gathered at the hall before walking to our camp site.

Walk? It can't be that far right?

OMG! It WAS that far!!! About a 20-30 minute walk with a heavy backpack and heavy water container (1.5 gallons, thank you very much). And where did we end up? At some park.

Where exactly were we going to camp exactly? I mean I wasn't complaining about camping at the park itself because that rest house at the entrance wouldn't be bad at all.
So Kak Su asked us to settle down in a circle at a designated spot in the park and gave us a pep talk.

She then told us that before we start our 'real test of endurance' (i just love the way she put it), we were to carry out this activity called the Hot Seat. See what the Hot Seat is, is where one by one, each Tahan member goes into the middle of the circle and the other 14 members will tell you and everyone else what they think about the person in the centre.

So when my turn came, I guess what people said was I was a funny, self centered, cheerful chap.
Hmmm, that wasn't so bad.

And the rest were simply sumarisied as Alvin being the big brother of the group, Gary and Zi Yan being the dedicated scouts,navigators and leaders of Tahan, Alesha the big sister of the watch, Tham the helpful dude of the group, Kim the social butterfly, Jeremy the consistent opinion of the watch, Desmond the quiet gamer of Tahan, Paula the 'little sister' who needs attention, Ben the cool guy, Tong the funny guy, Yun Xin the quiet opinion of Tahan (with the small feet too XD), Kuhan the weird and sporting dude and Austin, another funny guy XD.

Yeah practically, the Hot Seat's like 14 free Friendster testimonials.

And next up was the solo camp. We got up and took a detour through the parkin towards the hillside. A couple of turns and we reached the hill of our camp. I was given one of the smallest locations but it was convenient enought to have layers. The top layer for the campfire and the tent, the second for putting my collected firewood and the third for...well... business, conviniently with bushes, small trees and a slope (so that the pee will slide down to Zi Yan's campsite instead of staying around and stinking up mine).

So after lunch, a band of monkeys were coming downwards from the top of the hill devastating every camp in their path. When the monkey's reached mine, I quickly grabbed a log from my firewood collection and got ready to swipe any monkey that would try to touch my campsite.
Monkey's had already ruined part of my course, i would've wiped out the entire species if they were to wreck it AGAIN!

So when it seemed that the monkeys were going to stay on the treetops, watching me as I was in battlemode down below, Alesha, Ben and Kim came down from their campsites to help. Little did they know the terror I was to unleash upon the monkeys- I rapped.
I did my rendition of Eminem's Just Lose It and surprisingly the monkeys got annoyed and left. This is no shit! Ask any of them who were there and they'd tell you that.

So later that night, I had dinner with Zi Yan, Alvin and Tong. Hey, it's solo camp but if our camp sites are only about 75 meters away from each other, then you know we're bound to get restless and go hang out in the jungle as if it were some shopping mall.

Day 6: Rock Climbing...

I woke up at 6 the next morning feeling much better. It was the most peaceful sleep of the course yet- sleeping at 10 and waking up at 6. That's twice the number of hours which I slept on the third and fourth night alone.

After packing up and reciting a rap about Tahan which I wrote the previous day (yes, my fellow Tahan-ites loved my rapping skills and asked me to write one for the watch) and everyone gathered at the foot of the hill (Alvin's campsite).

From there, we walked back to the park where the Mulu watch was also gathered. So i guess it was back to the Outward Bound School for us.
But no, we weren't going back there. We were going to a site for belaying aka ROCK CLIMBING!
SWEET LAH!

We reached the spot and we were each given our equipment for climbing the tough-looking rock to climb which looked more like a bloody brick wall.

Desmond in front of the rock-climbing practice in OBS... The thing itself of course, was tougher.

The wall had three difficulties- the beginner, the advanced and the 'mofo pro' section. The hardest looking section definitely seemed like the worst. So after watching Chee Han (the big guy from the Mulu watch) ease past the beginner section, I chose to try out second.

I finished 80% of the advanced section in less than 10 seconds. After that though, the thing got really hard and I had to do a 'Mission Impossible' (cling with my back to the wall) to reach the grips and make my way up. My time taken? 5 minutes and 10 seconds XD. Haha, i took 5 minutes to complete the last 20%.

Yeah, after my turn, I returned back to the foot of the wall where everyone was happily singing. Then I turned up ~~and ruined the mood~~ to get the party started with my rapping.

Needless to say, this was a very relaxing period where I got to rap and watch everyone struggle their way to the top.
The worst case was, of course, Paula.
She took the easiest section and it still took her more than 45 minutes, that is with the help of Rudy from Mulu who just kept pushing her up.

After the rock climbing, it was back to the Outward Bound School.
But the tiring activities didn't stop there. We already knew about our next expidition the next day where we had to trekk through a dense jungle on a hill to get to our camping location, so Kak Su told us that we had to train ourselves up for the jungle trekking.

So we devided our watch into two groups and trekked through a small jungle behind the Outward Bound compound.
We were given a piece of paper with a couple of numbers and the coordinates to those numbers.
What we were supposed to do was use the coordinates to locate the numbers in the jungle, which were tied to trees. Under those numbers would be alphabets which, when rearanged, would spell a word. At the end of it all, the letters we found spelled 'TOGETHERNESS'.

Later that night, it was dinner and curfew as usual.

Day 7: Land Expedition...

We set off at 9 o'clock in the morning (remember this time) and passed the nearby hotel before making our way to a hill with lots and lots of trees. Actually, that place looked rather more like a construction site than a place to go jungle trekking. But we climbed up anyway.
To tell the truth, some of us were kinda skeptical about following the construction site route but the rest were confident in our guides, Zi Yan and Gary. So to prove their point, Gary and Zi Yan went to the nearby restaurant to ~~order some ikan bakar~~ ask for directions.

We weren't going to get any help from Kak Su or Chai so I guess that meant that we had to trust our instincts. Since this day commemorated the 7th day that we've gone without eating any outside, we were starting to wonder if Ziyan and Gary had any ulterior motives by going to that restaurant.

So what did we do while waiting for them? We took a group photo. =D

Eventually Zi Yan and Gary did return and pointed us in the right direction of our course. And that direction was our initial direction. So much for doubting the bloody scouts XD.

So we trekked for about 2 hours until we came to a dead end in the jungle. Where we were about 50 meters away from an apartment bulding.
Like wtf? Wrong directions....

That was when Kak Su pointed out that when we came to a huge clearing, we should have chopped the branches to go up the hill instead of just blindly following the path. So we back tracked for another half hour to that clearing for a break.

That was when the most entertaining thing of the day so far happened. Paula started screaming and dancing and shrieking as if she had just seen a ghost, or as if Kuhan had just jumped out of the bushes buttnaked.
So every single one of us rushed over to her to find out that she had been screaming because some caterpillar of some sort had dropped on her shirt. HER SHIRT! WTF?! NOT EVEN HER FACE OR HER SKIN BUT HER SHIRT!!!
It was entertaining to see the faces of everybody looking though.

So we trekked up the hill, then down, then up again, then down again. It was ironic how God had created this mountain at such a perfect location that OBS could use it as a torcher device.

Later on at about 3 o clock, we stopped for lunch at our first checkpoint (that means hor, that if we fall of the mountain and die, we come back to this location... checkpoint wat!). So Alvin was asking Kak Su if there were any haunted camp spots during the solo camp. Surprisingly, Kak Su said yes- Tham's campsite, the one next to the waterfall. Like OMFG WTF KNN CCB!
Of course, Tham and Desmond immediately dismissed it as 'mitos', but you'll never know will you? Unless you were there...

Anyway, back to the trekking. We trekked for a further 2 hours and all I can remember during that entire 2 hours was people complaining about leg pains and complaining about Paula complaining.
We eventually reached the most dense jungle spot. And I mean dense as in not padat, but scary. If you got lost here at night, you'd scare the shit out of yourself looking at the scary looking oak trees.

But at last, we made it out at 6.45 pm (but as a consolation, Mulu made it out at the same time we did although they were given an easier path to take)!!!! But at least we reached our camping location- an open area next to a Hindu Temple and a river. Across the river was an electricity power plant... That's.... ideal....

So we immediately got to work on our campsite, camp fire and dinner.

Day 8: Orphans' Visit...

It was raining that night, on the one night where everyone decided they wanted to sleep outdoors. So everyone got wet that night.

So once again we loaded up for the trip back to OBS, but at least we had the option of loading some unwanted burden onto the van to be taken back to the compound. Such as empty water canisters, empty food containers, wet clothes and Kim.

Oklah, maybe Kim wasn't exactly unwanted but she did get overcooked on the sea expedition (as in her sunburns were so bad, they were termed by Kak Su as third degree burns. Ouch. Double ouch. Triple ouch. Gila ouch!) so that meant that she wasn't fit for travelling long distances. Yes, she was also MIA during the long winded 10 hour hike.

Anyway, the 14 of us took a shorter way back to the school.

When we did arrive back at the school though, there was an unexpected surprise waiting for us. The occupants of the local orphanage (also known as orphants, but it would be weird calling them 'Orphans of the Orphanage'...like duh) were to come and visit the OBS and we were to entertain them.

Some of the kids getting entertained by another watch... don't ask me who're the orphans and who're the watch members or guarentee somebody gonna get a hurt real bad...

Like wow, maybe I could rap to entertain them... but I doubt they would've heard of Run DMC, let alone Eminem.

So when they came, we let them try everything in OBS. From belaying (the warm up practice for Rock Climbing) to playing Ice Breakers to sitting in a boat while Alvin pulled them on the beach.

Anyway, Alvin, Alesha, Chee Han (the big guy of Mulu), Sarah C (the hottie of Mulu) and I volunteered to help with the ice breakers. Sad to say though that my 'original game' didn't get many happy reviews from some Outwardbounders but at least we had a fun time with the kids.

So towards the end of that day, we played football (finally). Tahan vs Others. (Not against the orphans LAH!)
Tham showing what he can do as goalie, Alvin showing that even a basketballer can play football, the Singaporeans showing that Singapore is better than Malaysia at the sport and me showing that 8 days rusted my skills. So the end result was 1-0. Austin scoring the lone goal.

Austin: Tahan's man-of-the-match

At the end of the day, the kids went back happy.

I know this posts isn't as exciting as the last, but the middle's like that. I'll end the OBS entry next week with part 3, and I know you're gonna love it.

Interact IU Day 2006

2006-04-09T14:41:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
I went to the cybercafe to ~~get thrashed by~~ game with Chiak, Kington and some more friends on Saturday.
So after playing Counter Strike, we were having a hard time deciding what game to play. That's when I noticed this.
Respect to the person who can mnage to play more than a day in a row.

btw, due to demand by lead singer of Calling Redemption, Ming Han, i have taken the edgy veideo off my blog..along with the other video which was blocking the flow. E-mail me if you want the YouTube URL to either videos though...
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The Interact Club of SMK Damansara Utama had it's IU Day (International Understanding Day) on Saturday. Initially I didn't have any real plans of going since all Leo's who went were required to wear their bloody Leo vests.
Furthermore, tickets were 5 bucks to Interactors and 8 bucks to anyone who wasn't an Interact... until Chiak told me about his special offer- everybody's an Interactor...

Good one, Chiak...

So anyway, Ming Han's band, Calling Redemption previously known as ~~Untitled~~ ~~University~~ ~~Unicorn~~ Undecided, was gonna be performing and I wanted to 'experience' them for the second time.

Calling Redemption aka Undecided: Ming Han, Charles, Josh, Amir and Jeff. Wahlaneh like big time rock band just arrive from airport can?

So Chiak and I went together to our school for the IU event. Kinda weird cuz no informal event, in our 5 years at the school, has ever been held at the school itself before except for the Battle Of The Bands in 2003.
I guess our school principle finally did something right (at least) by making our school available for hosting our OWN events.

So Chiak and I were chatting with some friends and taking pictures outside the hall when we noticed how awkwardly the Interactors were dressed... but then again the theme was French Connection so that meant everybody had to dress like Quasimodo from The Hunchback of Notredamme.

So after chatting and taking some pictures, we proceeded to the hall.

Candid, but artistic, shot of MKland staring off into nothing...

Melody and Vineeta...

MKland, me and my Leo vest, Calling Redemption's guitarist Amir and Melody...

Calling Redemption, my classmates and some of Chiak classmates settled at two tables rather uncomfortably as the event started (we moved from one table and one seat to the next for some reason unknown to mankind).

So the event started with an opening performance by all the Interactors, followed by some speeches and then a dance to Me Against the Music from Britney Spears and ~~Time Goes By Con Loli~~ Madonna.

Next up were singing performances by Carynn (All You Wanted by Michelle Branch) and Sam (an ex-form 5 who sang I'll Be by Edwin McCain).

Tat Ren and Carynn. Three thumbs up to Carynn's performance.

Carynn's singing was arguably the highlight of the event. I mean she has an incredible voice. Tat Ren must be proud to have her. Innit right nigga?
After that was a dance by the hot chics from 5 Kempas (Chiak's class. Lucky bastard).

Next up was the break. Unfortunately the given food gave me a stomache ache later that day. knnccb...
After the break was Hueyyi's performance on stage, singing She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5.

Ming Han and Hueyyi...

I guess she was ok in a way that she'd get half a vote from Randy Jackson, a thumbs up from Paula Abdul and harsh criticism from Simon Cowell. Comparing her with Carynn would've been like comparing a pariah to a golden retreiver, so let's not go there. She was just ok.

After that was a couple more dances then another break. knnccb...

After the break was another dance then the moment I've been waiting for.
MK Land, Seng Yau and Kah Joo had put off their sleep for this very event.

Calling Redemption LIVE!!!

They opened their act with Meant To Live by Switchfoot, then Spin by Lifehouse before finishing with Stars by Switchfoot.

So ladies and gentlemen, Meant To Live by Calling Redemption.

Sadly though, their performance didn't really live up to expectations.
And it all boilt down to the song selections of Ming Han.
Put it this way la, it would've done the audience better justice if the plug on the mic was disconnected. Sorry Ming Han, but it was that bad and I think you know that.
Please stick to songs from 3 Doors Down and The Calling.

Closing the event were the 5 Keruing shufflers. Their shuffle isn't probably as good as, say, the Melbourne Shuffle but still, they were damn good.

At the end of their performance, they called the anyone who'd like to join them on stage, and that's when all hell broke loose.

If you look hard enough though, you'll notice some good shuffles from Edbert (guy in red on far left) and Jin Hong (guy in the white shirt and cap in the middle).

After that, it was off to the cybercafe.
Sorry if this entry is a lil harsh or hard to understand but it's fucking hard to type and think when my sister's blasting Disney songs out loud downstairs. Grrr!!
Next time I swear I'll blast my metal music to disturb her cartoons. Muahahaha!

I Miss Outward Bound School part 1

2006-04-07T13:15:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
Congrats to the DU school team for reaching 3rd place in this year's MSSD district tournament.
Although untrue, I'd like to think that I would've been the difference between 3rd and 1st place.
Kudos though...
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One and a half years ago, I attended Outward Bound School or OBS in Lumut.
To you people living under rocks, who wear the same clothes everyday and have lost all connection to the outside world, OBS is a 10-day camp by the sea in Lumut.

There is a variety of courses to choose from such as the ACC (Adventure Challenge Course), YAC (Youth Adventure Course) and the OYP (Overseas Youth Programe). The one I attended was a mix between OYP and ACC.
That meant that people from other countries (when I say countries, I mean Singapore and ONLY Singapore) were also attending it.

The price for attending OBS is friggin costly (600 bucks, thank you very much) but damnit it's worth every single cent paid for- yes, it was THAT fun.... but it wasn't my money anyway.

To tell the truth I wasn't really feeling very good during the first 3-4 days of the course because I came down with a nasty fever on the second day. And to make it worse, without any medication... But I had not fallen sick at all ever since (til last month)...

So here's my journal on what happened.
A little warning though, the first time I ever shaved was a day after the course, so please try not to panic when you see me with my premature facial hair (and really bad hair cut). If you can't refrain yourself from panicking then i suggest that you go see my older posts IMMEDIATELY so that you'll be reminded of how handsome I am now... haha...

Day 1: New friends...
I arrived at OBS at the indicated time at the hall.

At the entrance to the hall were some course assistants taking the attendance of the people who came. After taking mine, they told me that I'd been placed in the Tahan watch (a watch is kinda like a group or 'team'. Probably a cooler name).
Well, firstly, I had no idea I was going to be split up into groups... but then again I didn't know what to expect.

So I proceeded to the table where my 'watch' was already seated.
After the rest of the watch had arrived, a woman with a tudung and freaking scary look on her face showed up and introduced herself as ~~Mrs Frankenstein~~ Kak Su, and indicating she'd be our instructor for the rest of our 10-day course.
Holy crap...

But as it turned out, she wasn't so bad after all. She then took us on a tour of the entire OBS showing us the canteen (where we had to do everything ourselves except the cooking), the dormitories, the boat shed, the beach, the sea and the trees.

She then showed us the way to our dorm. Since our watch name was Tahan, it was only logical that we receive the Tahan Dorm, named after the tallest mountain in West Malaysia knn...
Why couldn't we be Taman Tun??? OMFG! About 200 steps to our dorm! (I pittied those people in the Kinabalu Dorm though. Muahahahaha!!!)

At that time, i made an early conclusion that OBS was gonna be one helluva torchering camp with a view so nice that it can only be matched by the number of facial hair I had on my face.
The view of the dormitories at sunset and sunrise were magnificent. So magnificent that you'd want that moment to last forever.

That night, the entire Tahan was to group at the hall ~~for some group bonding~~ to introduce themselves to the rest of the watch...
Ladies and gentlemen, this was to be my family for the rest of the course.

TAHAN:
Behind- Kuhan (dark guy hidden in the dark XD), Desmond, Jeremy, myself, Gary, Paula.
Middle- Ben, Alesha, Alvin.
Front- Tong, Austin, Tham, ZiYan, Kim, Yun Xin.

And not forgetting our Course Assistant, Chai...

Day 2: Prince Phillip..
The next day, we woke up at 5 o clock. Nowonder curfew was important. knn...
It took me quite some time for me to register in my brain what exactly I was doing when I was washing up, brushing my teeth and showering myself with cold water (yes, there is no hot water in OBS).
We then went down to the main field for assembly to sing the national anthem, warm up and jog.
I wondered to myself how far could we jog, since OBS was too small for such a big group of people to jog. Then we were told we were going to jog around the entire area outside OBS.
OMG!!! The scary thing was that we were told that we would have to do this everyday.
Luckily for us there were expiditions (aka mini camps) in between.

After lunch, we were instructed by Kak Su to go to the boat shed and bring out some supllies for rowing practice.
So what were we going to row? A whaler. WTF is a whaler? HTF should I know?!?!?!?!
Actually, a whaler is an 8-horse powered row boat that has sails and looks really really ulu to use, but what to do OBS not for relaxing, OBS for working your ass off.

So happened that that day, Prince Phillip (the brother of Prince Charles of England) had come to visit so we had to look extra impressive, extra cool and extra clean.
Needless to say, everybody succeded... except for me since I woke up with a slight fever that day and was feeling sick.

Prince Phillip's bodyguards and Bentley at the bottom.

That night, we were told that we were going to be setting sails for our Sea Expidition the next day with another watch, Mulu. Whoopee...

Day 3: Sea Expo...
This day, I woke up feeling as sick as the last. But at least I didn't have to jog or sing songs.

We left Lumut after lunch for a 'secluded' place on Pangkor- a 'private beach'.
The guys and I had secretly packed rambutans for the trip there earlier... and since we were rowing so hard, it was kind of a relief to us that there was something to eat after all that hard work. But at least there were some winds to make the journey a bit more enduring.

When we neared the 'private beach', we were asked to pull the whaler to shore. Being the stupid (and sick) hero I was, I immediately jumped into the freezing cold sea and started tugging the rope to shore, together with the other guys.

Since our supplies (clothes and food) were going to come to us in another boat (since the whaler was too small to fit EVERYTHING. ccb...) I was freezing cold and was jumping around, rolling around and running around like a mad man trying to keep myself warm.
An hour later, the supplies had come and I was all stripped down to shorts waiting to get on a pair of dry clothes.

The view of the place wasn't actually to shabby, if it weren't for the demolished quarter-built hotel. Towards the jungle were long grass growing indicating a sign of possible snakes and in the long grass were random pillars that stood. At night, when the moonlight hit the pillars, it looked like an abandoned temple.

That night, thunderstorms and strong winds blew half of our camp away so we decided to chill and sleep on the whaler (not all of us la! just those who had our tents blown off)
BUT! Instead of sleeping on the whaler, I 'forgot that I was sick' and stirred some life into the watch.

The best bit was the course was arguably this exact moment- hanging out, telling jokes and stories and laughing our asses off to the great scenic view; the bright moonlight reflecting magically off the sea water, the hills echoing with the sounds of the jungle...

The Tahan watch, posing on our beached whaler... this was life, i tell you...

Day 4: Monkey Attacks...
I didn't sleep at all last night. And I don't mean that as in I had little sleep but I really mean that I didn't sleep last night! The knnccb tide was coming in and the knnccb whaler started rocking.

Funny though, one guy from Mulu who was sleeping on the beach was stung by a jellyfish XD...

So the agenda for today was to leave the beautiful and scary island for Lumut. That wouldn't have been a problem for me who was itching to get back since my cold got (predictably) worse.
Furthermore, i could have sworn I saw something move in the long grass or in the trees that night.

Sorry I digress. So I was happy to get back to Lumut. The shitty thing was that we had to row back since there was no sign of winds... and even worse, we were scheduled to row and tour around the entire Pangkor Island to see the sights.

Needless to say, the sights wasn't what I was focused on the entire time we were rowing- it was my hands, my energy and my eyes (since I didn't get any sleep last night).
To make the trip any more ~~fucked up~~ interesting, THE SUN WAS SCORCHING HOT THAT DAY!!!

More than 8 hours later, we finally reached Lumut. The tanning-lotion obviously not enough to prevent me from getting sun burnt, but I was releived to be back. My fever felt high that day (the cold water and the hot sun obviously not doing me any justice) so I passed on helping the Tahan-ians keep the whaler to go to the dorm to take some Panadol (obviously this fever wasn't going to fade by itself if I kept on screwing myself hard).

The minute I walked into the dorm, I was shocked. Someone or some instructor had thrashed our bloody dorm!!! The clothes had been thrown all over the place, the towels all on the floor, the bags in a mess, rubbish all around.... what kind of sore loser would wanna destroy our dorm?! That was until I stepped in a small lump of brown stuff. SHIT! It was SHIT!! I STEPPED IN SHIT! WITH MY BARE FEET! But fuck this wasn't dog shit or human shit, this was familiarly MONKEY SHIT!

Our dorm was invaded by monkeys! KNN! CCB! OMG! WTF! BBQ!
They must've come in through the windows. SOMEONE had not closed them properly...

I quickly washed my feet (with soap..LOTS OF IT!) and then jumped into my slippers and ran to my visibly forced-opened locker door and found my medicine all over the place! Noooooo!

I then ran down and warned the others. The look on their face upon entering the dorm was priceless, if ONLY I had been staying in another dorm then maybe I could've laughed at them!

I was on the verge of crying because this day was clearly turning out to be a shitty day- sick, sun scorched, tired, sleepy, stepped in monkey shit...
When I thought about what happened, I really did cry. I'm such a sissy boy...

Sorry for the lack of pics for Day 4... but tell me, who in the right state of mind would be so happily snapping pics if their dorm was just invaded by stupid monkeys that were probably high on drugs. Someone did sneak a pack of ciggies in, and looking back on that day, when the tobacco was smeared all over his bed, I guess it was pretty funny to immagine the monkeys dancing around smoking ciggarettes, getting high and stoning themselves crazy while playing with Tham's razor and hair gel XD.

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Anyway, this entry is a bit too long to post as one post so I'll finish it up next week. Doesn't it feel good to be kept in suspense?

Pictures and their thousand words worth...

2006-04-02T13:18:00.000+08:00

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Mike says:
A day after complaining about my dip in form, it really didn't seem like I had a dip in form at all while playing with my mates at the reflexology park. Match report from Seng Yau.
My personal highlight in that match was when i crossed to Seng Yau in a form of a rabona-flick XD
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In conjuction with April Fool's Day (two days ago), I was planning to post up my latest entry.
But unfortunately I was too busy to post it on the day itself so here it is, belated post on belated April Fool's Day.

Many people say pictures are worth a thousand words ~~though I would rather have a naked chick's photo than a thousand-word essay~~...
So since it's (belated) April Fool's Day, I thought I'd post up some stupid photos which I've taken over time and then add some stuff here and there for shear entertainment.
Yes, this post is all about the photos...

Amir explaining the reason why he's wearing glasses...

Chiak can't rap. Period. Full Stop. End of Story. No More Talk.

Think Austin Powers...

Well.... at least we know it can't get any worse than this... Don't touch me..

Sad to say that I did find the toilet but didn't make it there in time = (

Don't you just love democracy...