“Congratulations Ms Alice Teoh Pei Kheng. You can go bang your head on the wall and start to ‘bertaubat’ so that you’ll never be paranoid or just go drown yourself!”
Results of da shitty End-of-Sem4 examinations came out and I must say the atmosphere of the results-taking was pretty tension yesterday. Everyone who has taken Drugs and Disease and Pharmacy Practice1 would probably say they’re tough hard shit! Judging me, I bet my homies would say I’m a mighty slacker by nature since high school, plus my best pal and close friends from M103 would have tell anyone I am bladdi LAZY and playful and my batchmates would have say they never caught me studying before. So, undoubtedly, by the time I’ve done the subjects I thought, “Tha’zit la! I’m gonna pass my DD resit paper wonderfully!” which also meant… I expect to fail miserably for d fuckin’ paper and I’m gonna drill myself from that day onwards! O well, the Alice’s formula is always:
Slacker + lazy + playful – books = bound to F-A-I-L
I told CY and Carrie I’d join them at pool party after if and only if I pass. These dear gals told me they were hoping and wishing I’d pass… schweeeeet! Thanks gals!
So? Wad’ya know?? I went to pool party! Ha, yesterday proved me wrong. In fact, my marks were quite unexpectedly… cool! I passed! Yez-ar!
Given a long thougt I’ve told myself that I have to start bertaubat,which means, less play, more studying and work harder for Sem5. Shyte, this is a tough challenge! It’s like putting me on a reality show and there’s always the unexpected twist of fate or temptations that may lead me to keSESATan!
YAY! Outdoors! Once again in the ulu-s of Pahang woods.
Attendees: Ching, Trish, Tagj, Uncle Kel, Jerome, Tony, Jamie, Kunyo and ME!
Time: From 7 ($#%#) a.m. till 6 p.m.
Location: Somewhere in Pahang. We were only told by Kunyo and Uncle Kel that they were heading into the woods to sell me and Trish off…
All I knew was Trish, Jaymie and I slept our way through the journey in the ever-smelly Mitsu 4WD until we reached a totally ulu area somewhere in the forest of Malaysia. As a curious adventurer, i quickly drew out my Olympus digicam to capture the ulu-ness of the place to show my friends that the place we here was much more ulu than the “somewhere in Gopeng”.
I blinked…
Just GREAT! I was wondering on my way, what could be possibly WORSE than having a battery flat (since IMU Ball’04, when my battery ran out halfway of the event)?!
LCD read: [!] NO CARD!
Enough said. I was depressed. Can’t believe that I forgot the bladdi memory card! wooosh…
At first, Ching said that all of us are going kayak-ing. However, when all of us reached the river, we saw 4 single kayaks and 2 boats. I asked perkily, “Waah Ching, r we supposed to… like… take turns and somewhere along we switch our “vehicles” issit?” Trish and Jaymie started laughing hysterically to god-knows-what’s-funny…
After long breaths, Jaymie and Trish finally settled down and told me that since Trish and I did not go for professional kayaking course before, it’ll be more dangerous if we took the kayaks alone. So Uncle Kel and Tagj will be accompanying the noobies each on the 2 canoes. If my camera actually could function without the card, I’d definitely take the pic of my canoe. It has got a P-sign on the side of it, cute… like the probation-P Malaysian newbies stick on their cars.
*PAUSE*
Must say this first: Canoe-ing’s definitely harder and more dangerous than white water rafting on a flowing river!!!
Apparently we have to keep on rowing in order to be at the most steady position. When we paddle, we have to paddle TOGETHER and UNISON (They are the same two words repeated over and over for the whole day). Erm… when we tip off, we have to get back to the canoe ourselves! (Whoops, sorry Uncle Kel… promise i’ll keep my instinct aside next time). Same goes to kayak-ing.
Overall… This is tiring! Nevertheless, probably built so much muscle that my arms are aching like crazy right now… Oh and yea, I promised Uncle Kel to promote this: Go kayaking/camping/trekking at Sungai Rejang at the Borneo Island! Fun like anything!
Heartsick
I came across this article and I could not stop thinking how much more cruel the human race can get. I was utterly devastated yet i know for any point i can do nothing but hope for miracle to happen, that for once, i hope the miss-beauties of the globe are not wasting time and effort glamorizing and acting like a wise-bimbo and really working on their favourite cliche: I WISH FOR WORLD PEACE. *sigh* I do not harbor ill feelings towards them but I guess probably the author Mary Schneider may have amused me a lil’ yesterday.
Mindful…
I am not religious but I sometimes do visit churches and (wait! no, not mosques, i can’t seem to find any soul to talk to there) Muslim friends and of course, like the previous post, we have “forums”. Really, I am actually grateful that i have friends that are open-minded to speak of their minds about these so-called sensitive issues. Nevertheless, I personally think that conversations like this really make the “human” out of a person. This is no free land for such comments.
Blurry and overwhelmed with grief…
The former feature article rooted from the neverending war between the Palestinians and Israelites. I always wonder what is the main issue there. Is it really a fight for the Gaza Strip? Is this war going to continue till one side gets to conquer the other, regardless to what aspect? Or is there other motives? People! If I ever become a politician I am a screwed-up! Maka, I ponder… I once read 1Corinthians 10:26 and 1Peter 3:8. I am wishing that Jimmy and Jacky may enlighten me a bit or perhaps Grace and “auntie” may share what they think about this when I visit for dinner again.
Dissapointment
… and I thought, all these more devastating events going on at the other side of the world and my childishness took over me and made me lose my cool like a complete dufus just for petty matters like IMU Cup. Pathetic…
On happier thoughts, my dear friend David just stretched a D-smile on my face. Great friend…
As the title stated, it was yet another yamcha session and forum with my chee muiz and friends Brian, Jessie and Danny. Our forums may consist of anything: from the usuals to the most abnormalities, from feminists’ talks to men rape, from the most innocent baby stories to the wackiest kinky and disgusting gay porns. Yes, this is us… especially on the most unproductive or over-productive nights.
Khar Yan n Ade, before forum began
So that night was another no-less-than-ordinary session… We talked about BODY ART.
I love my tats. Brian loves his piercings. He said that tats r not his kind of art, n I gave the same remarks on his piercings. He said he wanted 2 pierce more. Hah! From that time onward, BRIAN WAS BANGED right, left, up and down. He wanted to pierce his nips and Prince Albert (aka his “cue”) n dear Khar Yan asked “for wad? Will enjoy blow job better?” and he, “No laaa, for my own satisfaction k?”
He added that since he loves piercings he doesn’t mind his gal having them and also said that if the gal has tongue stud and he with the Prince Albert, their bed experience will be ULTIMATE! I straight away said, “Wad?!?! Ok.. so u r a guy… n u definitely wan a hell of experience in bed, n u will ask ur gal 2 pierce her tongue so she cld give u the ultimate?!”. Khar yan added, “eeyor! Dam cruel.. So before u find a galfren u hav to ‘oy, open ur mouth. Got pierce ar? No? cannot! I bring u go pierce!’ just to get the best blow?! Cannot make it la, u!”
Hmm… think bout it… imagine the guy had his bladdi “cue” pierced and da gal had her bladdi tongue pierced. Okay. So wad if there’s one person using a ring and other stud… Wouldn’t both jewelries get hooked? That’ll be nasty! Coz after that, the guy will have to call the bladdi ambulance WHILE the gal still stucked to the oogy “cue”. And, AND… when the *wee-ooo-wee-ooo* ambulance arrives, do imagine how will the scenario look like? The gal has to walk-hop with the guy… plus with her head in the most inconvenient posture. We thought whether our tongues are piercable or not… I shall say “even if can, better not! js to avoid unnecessary tragedies”. Pathetic. O well, I shall let avid pierce-lovers out there do their own ponderings.
This is adeline n me, agreeing that I can pierce my tongue…
I just think no other pierces can look better than our looks right now.
Guys like Brian who desires to have his Pr Alb pierced should carry plasters all the time. My chimui’s and my theory was: So that in case his gal’s stud accidentally scratch d vulnerable area or when he takes a piss his undies accidentally hooked the stud therefore the following I-need-not-mention-consequences… he will not be as doomed as anything. This is an example of a forum “from body art to accidental sex tragedy”
Brian Kiat.. da hole-y kink!
Other than that, Dan n B made a conclusion I am a Perhornky=PERvert, HORny and kiNKY. I dearly miss hanging out with other jobbers Sew, Rainier, S-Kay, Jayzen and David *sniff*. We think Brian is an “extraordinary porn” ADDICT.
I have to start off by saying yesterday’s erratical trip to the highland of Genting was undeniably EVENTFUL. It was just on Friday evening when dearest Chia Yee rang to tell me we were going to GH the next day. Nevertheless, with my mind set to have the fun-nest moments with my best pal Chia Yee and other great friends Carrie, “Master Tim” and Jin, indeed, we had made our Saturday (one way to say this…) SUPERB LIKE ANYTHING ELSE!
1st episode: Wrong Turn?
The mark of the “eventfulness” began when we turned wrongly into KL town instead of Cheras to get onto the highway to Genting. We followed the way to Genting Highland by our ever-brilliant Malaysian signboards. Until at some point, I guess our thrifty JKR cannot afford 15-letter-post signs anymore, we followed “Gombak” obediently and after a while, we realized we had gone into Gombak town. *BIG sigh*
At some other point, I guessed Jin’s and Tim’s balls just shrivelled till one of them said “oy, i think we are on de wrong way.Going downhill not uphill… doesn’t look like it’s right anymore”. Hehe, of course, we gals began to lose our colors and i went “erm… CY, i think we might as well turn back 2 ask for directions…” Think about this: 5 lost students, at 8am… where the hell we might find a trusted person to ask “cam mana nak pigi Tanah tinggi Genting?” in the rurals of Gombak??? Anyway, lucky there was a nice pakcik in front of one of the shops and he told me how to go, what roads to follow, what to see on the way… great… n the journey re-began on Jalan Gopeng Batu 9. Just as the instructions we went on straight, straight and str-r-r-r-raight all the way… till we cannot find houses, shops and… civilisations anymore. Whooops…
Throughout the rest of the journey,
MasterTim: omg! where r we?
MrJin: eyo, where’s this place? shd we turn back? pei kheng, u sure this’ the road that pakcik said?
me: ya, he said jus go on n on… pass the muzium orang asli and go on further. He din say wad road we’r “actually” using but he said it’s definitely the way.
CY: hmm… i guess we jus have to go on la k?
MasterTim: aaaargh! this is a place to be lost…to be robbed! aaaargh! n we don’t have karchang! Quick, stop and find some karchang!
Carrie: (clueless) wad’s kacang?
me, cy and mrJin: hahahaha….karchang le… hehehe
CY: Tim, y the hell do we need karchang?
MasterTim: don’t u see? this’ the place to b robbed! no weapons…
me: ya, the only way to survive’s to run…
Great! Basically that was about the conversation we had… multiplied enough for 1 whole creepy hour plus a lil’ variations. Then we finally reached a familiar junction… the roundabout to Genting! YAY! so we realized we’d just used the long old way to Genting.
Episode 2: On the top
Woohoo! Genting awaits us… with fog and unclear winding roads. I’ll let the pictures do the illustration.
on top of the highlands
a pose before getting on up
We reached the highlands in one piece.
Episode 3: Main course
Okay… like every youth who goes to genting, we did not miss the rides. The highlights were at the Selero shot, bumper boats, bowling and erm… the goofy photo-moments.
1st highlite: Chia yee was sooo scared she cried and the unremorseful Master Tim couldn’t get enough of mocking by taking pics of her patheticness endlessly. Astonishingly, I actually freaked out, being terrified, petrified, stupefied, nastified and mortified. Must say “CONGRATULATIONS Hsu Chia Yee for having me felt this way till my arms and legs were all wriggly and wobbly…”
after corkscrew
one of the rides was closed… STRESS
2nd highlite: We were soooo fly, we were so gooooooood! (except that MrJin was constantly hit by us and getting wet! Everyone else were dry! Ngek ngek!)
right before our turn 2 bump in the water
3rd highlite: Bowling was fun! I had my moments of embarrassment and fame at the same time! And must advertise this-> Chia yee’s THE GREAT ONE! MasterTim who vowed to outbeat her in d 2nd game was again owned! We were all owned by cy nEway…
4th highlite: I need not elaborate further. Look on…
this is us…
n us…
still us…
posers of the decade
our idol, William Hung!!!
Trip’s never complete without any picture like this
Can’t get enough? Tune in to The Man
aka MasterTim and Cawwie’s
side of their stories…
Finale: Down back home
Back to the roads downhill was crazy. It was wet, blur and COLD LIKE ANYTHING ELSE!
Other things to say?
1. MasterTim is not all sooo naughty boy I once thought he was.
2. I was made 2 b a coward after 1st ride on Selero shot next 2 CY.
3. Oops, I realize this may b the last outing trip with my dear friends of IMU. *sob*
So here i am… checking out my mail and yea, i saw something from May Kuan and the title read: PROBLEM WITH FLUSH SYSTEM. This title itself triggered my lurid mind to imagine innocent IMU students n staff doing their BIG biz n when they flush, instead of going down, their solid outputs remain there, or rather… jus break into pieces n… well, float…
Well, this ain’t the issue though, and apparently the problem of the system was a mild 1. It has just got something to do with the water pressure or so. I’ve got the letter so when i read this sentence:
When this happen, the flush system is filled with air and the valve become less effective (similar to hole in the heart). But dont get unduly worry because our maintenace staff will rectify this problem.
And I went “what on earth? Hole in the heart???” HO HO HO! Heck, what can i say? It’s “technically” logical in a way, but least to expect how the admin staff could actually relate the heart physiopathology with the faulty toilet system. To friends of IMU reading this, let us salute to our proud IMU campus and staff…
