Ever since I finished watching the entire trilogy of the Pirates Of The Carribean series, the movies itself have been stuck in my head recently. From humming the theme of the movie every time to watching the trailers repeatedly on YouTube, I guess I have to say that I'm addicted to the trilogy. I'm never a big fan of any pirate stuff, however the Pirates Of The Carribean series managed to become one of my favorite trilogy. I guess it must be the plot and the cinematography which was well made that attracted me. When I was surfing for the wallpapers of the movie this afternoon, I had a sudden flashback where I remembered watching Epic Movie in the early months of this year. Although it was somehow unusual for me to remember crappy movies like that, I recalled that there was a spoof regarding the first two Pirates movie. In this spoof of the Pirates Of The Carribean featured in Epic Movie, Jack Swallow managed to help the kids from Narnia to escape to his pirate ship. As he gave the kids a tour around the ship, one of them asked what was it like to be a pirate. In response to the kid's curious question, Jack Swallow then started rapping all of a sudden in order to "break it down" to him. The scene then turned into a rap video which was very hilarious, sexy and dirty. Despite Epic Movie was crappy, nevertheless this spoof assisted the movie from preventing the audience to leave the cinema early. Here's the music video taken from YouTube. Enjoy!
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Breakfast with Shenji
The future house husband who can not only clean the house but also prepare a delicious meal ( I think...). Ideal for ladies who needs a love of their life but at the same time wants to pursuit her dream career instead of staying at home to take care of the house chores....So ladies, does anyone of you all want me?I woke around 10 in the morning today all of a sudden as something in my sleep reminded me to prepare breakfast. After having this weird thought of my sudden obligation to make breakfast, I then clearly remembered that I promised my roommate to prepare a continental breakfast for the both of us today.
After getting myself up from the bed, I went to my roommate's room to wake him up as I needed him to supervise me in the kitchen later on just in case I accidentally set the kitchen on fire. Before heading for the kitchen which was outside of our room, we prepared all the ingredients for the breakfast. My roommate who was in the middle of something told me to head for the kitchen first and start of without him. He added that he will join me later on. When I reached the kitchen, the first thing I did was heat up the stove and pour the cooking oil on the frying pan. The moment I poured the oil, I accidentally made my first mistake---I over poured the cooking oil.
Shocked and slightly terrified, I cursed at my stupidity and carelessness. I quickly disposed some of the oil by pouring them into the kitchen sink. Although I managed to get rid of most of the oil, it still looked too much. As my roommate arrived, he too was slightly shocked by the sight of the amount of oil on the frying pan. Nevertheless, he said that it would be easier for the both of us when we want to remove the friend eggs from the pan later on. He told me to begin the preparation by frying the eggs first.
Feeling nervous about breaking the eggs seeing that I can hardly crack a nice looking egg on the pan, I asked my roommate to crack the first egg. I carefully watched how he cracked a nice shape of egg on the frying pan. As he wanted to crack the second egg, I told him that I insist on letting me do the cracking. I nervously took the egg and I exactly imitated my roommate's methods of cracking the egg. Surprisingly, I managed to crack a nice one. The egg yolk was still intact with the white membrane. My roommate complimented me for my "skills" and in response, my pride forced me to fold up the sleeves of my left shoulder in order to reveal my Chinese tattoo that translates the word "Specially Trained". We waited patiently for the eggs to fry after cracking another 2 more. When the eggs were ready, the second obstacle for me was to remove the eggs from the frying pan and then placed them onto a plate.
Removing the eggs from the pan was difficult as I had to make sure that my frying ladle does not tear the eggs in the process. Fortunately, after taking a slow and steady pace, I managed to transport the eggs onto a plate in one piece. The next task was to fry the beef patties. We took four frozen beef patties and we placed them into the frying pan. Just like the eggs, we also waited patiently for the patties to fry themselves. While waiting for the patties to be ready, I microwaved the cooked sausages. As everything were done, we grabbed on the dishes we prepared and brought them back to our room in an impatient manner as we couldn't wait any longer to sink our teeth on the delicious breakfast we prepared.
This morning, my roommate and I had a perfect breakfast. While enjoying our breakfast, we complimented each other for our efforts and we chat all the way while listening to the country music playing from my laptop. I'm looking forward to experience such a breakfast again in the future, hopefully with my friends back in Malaysia.
Cracked my eggs nicely and got them fried into perfection. Oooh...that sounded pain and dirty.
Beef patties and chicken sausages. Don't they look like a couple? Ah who cares, they're all going in my belly eventually.
Breakfast is served. Time to feast our teeth on this baby! Hahaha don't you all wish you were with me having these breakfast?
That guy next to me is my roommate (...and my supervisor that morning) , Robin. Poor guy couldn't even smiled properly as he was terrified that he might be the victim of one of my "kitchen accidents". Anyway, that guy's still alive...for now.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
The Battle of "Loo"
" Hey Shenji, the toilet's stuck. You might want to check it out." Those were the words my roommate greeted me the moment I reached my apartment . Having a stuck toilet can be a nightmare for me. Afterall, the toilet is the most important place for me in any residential area. Nervously, I placed my bag down on the floor and marched courageously to the toilet getting ready to find out what was the cause behind the toilet's malfunction. As I walked to the toilet, my roommate formed a cheeky grin on his face which started to escalate my anxiety. Hoping for the best, I hope that the cause behind the malfunction of the toilet was due to excessive accumulation of toilet paper. I peeked into the toilet bowl with my finger cross and to my horror...it wasn't toilet paper that caused the toilet bowl to get stuck;instead, it was a pile of "chocolate cake" which was stucked deeply behind the flush hole of the bowl. The "chocolate cake" wasn't from the oven; it was from a homosapien's body.
" Shenji, is that yours?" asked my roommate. Shocked and embarrased to hear such accusation from my roommate, I immediately defended myself with my flush-immediately-after-finishing-business policy. However, as I recalled that morning, when I was in the toilet doing my "business", I had to flush the toilet several times to get rid of the "cake" I made. The "cake" was solid hard as it has been a while since I visited the toilet; so it required repeated flushing. Maybe I forgot to flush it again; that's why the "cake" reappeared. After concluding that the "cake" belonged to me, I shamefully admitted that it was my doing that caused the toilet bowl to malfunction. " Well...I guess you've gotta find a way to fix it up then," said my roommate. " Hey buddy, how bout you....", I paused my question as I witnessed the there's-no-way-I'm going-to-clean-it-up-for-you esspression on my roommate's face the moment I called him. Knowing that I had to somehow fix this problem, I rolled up my sleeves and stared at the toilet bowl thinking about the solutions to this problem.
The only way to unclogged the toilet bowl was to removed the pile of "cake" which was hiding deeply behind the flush hole. The problem was how can I remove it given my current tools available to me which only consisted of my toothbrush....and my fingers. I looked at my index finger considering whether to use it to unclog the toilet bowl but after feeling sick from the smell of the cake that has evaprated into the atmosphere of the toilet, I knew it was just suicidal to use my finger. I looked at my toothbrush and then started considering. The thought of getting a new toothbrush was just too troublesome therefore I decided to spare my toothbrush. So the fingers and the toothbrush was out of the option, I continued to figure out other alternatives. My roommate then suggested that I borrowed a toilet plunger from the front desk of the apartment to unclog the cake. Clever of him to suggest that, but I even had a clever idea of thinking about asking the guy at the frontdesk to do it for me. However, after getting a brief flash of the future in the event where I got the toilet plunger with the contents of the toilet bowl shoved into my face by the guy at the front desk, I decided to do it myself. Afterall, a real man handles his own shit.
The moment I got the toilet plunger , it was time to combat the greatest enemy...which was myself...well, actually my own shit. So after, folding up my sleeves, I grab the plunger tightly and I started charging for the enemy waiting for me behind the flush hole daring me to approach him. Fortunately, I was couragoeus enough to land the surface of the plunger onto the flush hole. Yes! I accomplished the first step to victory. Forming a grin on my face, I told my enemy that he's in the process of annihalation. The next thing to do was to press and pull the plunger that was attach tightly to the surface of the flush hole. After telling myself to cowboy the fxxk up, I started pumping the flush hole with the plunger. The sound of the pumping was disgusting and it made my gut felt funny. I could hear the enemy persuading me to stop what I was doing as I deserved better. He also persuuaded me to let the toilet clog....afterall its mine, so it wouldn't be that bad if it were to be compared to my roommate's one. Furiously,I fought back and insisted on continuing the battle. My roommate who was curious about me talking to myself then came to spectate the battle. As I continued pumping, a drop of "chocolate milk" then jumped onto my left forearm. I shrieked in terror and the next thing I knew, I attratcted some other occupants to my room who thought that a girl was being raped. My roommate just stood there expressionless and watched me struggle in terror.I couldn't really blame him; the sight of it was just terryfying enough to even stunned an ancient Spartan warrior.I had to admit that the enemy was good seeing that it was capable of pulling a stunt like that on me. Nevertheless, my fighting spirit did not dissapear as I continued to pump more. After a few minutes. the water in the toilet bowl started to subside. I knew then it was time to flush. I immediately hit the flush handle and the next thing I knew, VICTORY! The "cake" was flushed down to the deep dark sewers where it belong. I finaly beaten myself...well actually my own shit and I felt very proud and glorious....just like when Rocky beat Apollo Creed in the movie Rocky.
Showered in joy, I threw my hands in the air without realising that the plunger with the cake in it was still attach to one of my hands. The next thing I knew, I heard a girl crying and screaming. Alarmend by the cry, I immediately looked around and to my horror, it was actually my roommate screaming as there were pieces of "me" all over him. Shocked and traumatised by his repulsive looks, I slipped back and I slammed against the "soft" wall. Wondering why was the wall soft, I looked behind and got a shock again---the wall was also covered by "me". My back had pieces of "me" and I continued screaming like a damsel in distress. Later on, I felt a small drizzle on my head. I then started to wonder how could it be drizzling in my toilet. As I looked up, the ceiling of the toilet was covered in "me". What thought to be a victorious battle turned out to be a devestating loss as my enemy (which was "myself") was everywhere. The moment I looked at the plunger, I saw more of "me" hiding behind the edges of the inner rubbery area. At that point, I could hear "myself" laughing at me telling that I foolishly lost the battle.
"He" said that I can't be defeated since I am "him". The plunger, the tool that I hope to destroy my greatest enemy turned out to be the one that destroyed me and my roommate at the end. How ironic. The Battle of "Loo" will be a battle to remember.
" Shenji, is that yours?" asked my roommate. Shocked and embarrased to hear such accusation from my roommate, I immediately defended myself with my flush-immediately-after-finishing-business policy. However, as I recalled that morning, when I was in the toilet doing my "business", I had to flush the toilet several times to get rid of the "cake" I made. The "cake" was solid hard as it has been a while since I visited the toilet; so it required repeated flushing. Maybe I forgot to flush it again; that's why the "cake" reappeared. After concluding that the "cake" belonged to me, I shamefully admitted that it was my doing that caused the toilet bowl to malfunction. " Well...I guess you've gotta find a way to fix it up then," said my roommate. " Hey buddy, how bout you....", I paused my question as I witnessed the there's-no-way-I'm going-to-clean-it-up-for-you esspression on my roommate's face the moment I called him. Knowing that I had to somehow fix this problem, I rolled up my sleeves and stared at the toilet bowl thinking about the solutions to this problem.
The only way to unclogged the toilet bowl was to removed the pile of "cake" which was hiding deeply behind the flush hole. The problem was how can I remove it given my current tools available to me which only consisted of my toothbrush....and my fingers. I looked at my index finger considering whether to use it to unclog the toilet bowl but after feeling sick from the smell of the cake that has evaprated into the atmosphere of the toilet, I knew it was just suicidal to use my finger. I looked at my toothbrush and then started considering. The thought of getting a new toothbrush was just too troublesome therefore I decided to spare my toothbrush. So the fingers and the toothbrush was out of the option, I continued to figure out other alternatives. My roommate then suggested that I borrowed a toilet plunger from the front desk of the apartment to unclog the cake. Clever of him to suggest that, but I even had a clever idea of thinking about asking the guy at the frontdesk to do it for me. However, after getting a brief flash of the future in the event where I got the toilet plunger with the contents of the toilet bowl shoved into my face by the guy at the front desk, I decided to do it myself. Afterall, a real man handles his own shit.
The moment I got the toilet plunger , it was time to combat the greatest enemy...which was myself...well, actually my own shit. So after, folding up my sleeves, I grab the plunger tightly and I started charging for the enemy waiting for me behind the flush hole daring me to approach him. Fortunately, I was couragoeus enough to land the surface of the plunger onto the flush hole. Yes! I accomplished the first step to victory. Forming a grin on my face, I told my enemy that he's in the process of annihalation. The next thing to do was to press and pull the plunger that was attach tightly to the surface of the flush hole. After telling myself to cowboy the fxxk up, I started pumping the flush hole with the plunger. The sound of the pumping was disgusting and it made my gut felt funny. I could hear the enemy persuading me to stop what I was doing as I deserved better. He also persuuaded me to let the toilet clog....afterall its mine, so it wouldn't be that bad if it were to be compared to my roommate's one. Furiously,I fought back and insisted on continuing the battle. My roommate who was curious about me talking to myself then came to spectate the battle. As I continued pumping, a drop of "chocolate milk" then jumped onto my left forearm. I shrieked in terror and the next thing I knew, I attratcted some other occupants to my room who thought that a girl was being raped. My roommate just stood there expressionless and watched me struggle in terror.I couldn't really blame him; the sight of it was just terryfying enough to even stunned an ancient Spartan warrior.I had to admit that the enemy was good seeing that it was capable of pulling a stunt like that on me. Nevertheless, my fighting spirit did not dissapear as I continued to pump more. After a few minutes. the water in the toilet bowl started to subside. I knew then it was time to flush. I immediately hit the flush handle and the next thing I knew, VICTORY! The "cake" was flushed down to the deep dark sewers where it belong. I finaly beaten myself...well actually my own shit and I felt very proud and glorious....just like when Rocky beat Apollo Creed in the movie Rocky.
Showered in joy, I threw my hands in the air without realising that the plunger with the cake in it was still attach to one of my hands. The next thing I knew, I heard a girl crying and screaming. Alarmend by the cry, I immediately looked around and to my horror, it was actually my roommate screaming as there were pieces of "me" all over him. Shocked and traumatised by his repulsive looks, I slipped back and I slammed against the "soft" wall. Wondering why was the wall soft, I looked behind and got a shock again---the wall was also covered by "me". My back had pieces of "me" and I continued screaming like a damsel in distress. Later on, I felt a small drizzle on my head. I then started to wonder how could it be drizzling in my toilet. As I looked up, the ceiling of the toilet was covered in "me". What thought to be a victorious battle turned out to be a devestating loss as my enemy (which was "myself") was everywhere. The moment I looked at the plunger, I saw more of "me" hiding behind the edges of the inner rubbery area. At that point, I could hear "myself" laughing at me telling that I foolishly lost the battle.
"He" said that I can't be defeated since I am "him". The plunger, the tool that I hope to destroy my greatest enemy turned out to be the one that destroyed me and my roommate at the end. How ironic. The Battle of "Loo" will be a battle to remember.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Watch Dog
The speakers were blasting away with techno music and everyone were dancing on the dance floor. They couldn't be bother less about what's around them as they were busy getting high. As for me, I was sitting at one corner of the club with a bottle of Budweiser in my right hand at the same time staring at this girl. This girl was one of the hundreds at the dance floor dancing away. She wasn't dancing alone nor dancing with a guy; she was dancing with her friends. As I continued to keep a watchful eye on her, I was interrupted by my friend who wanted to get me another bottle of Budweiser. Declining his generous offer in the utmost humble way, I told him that I am a weak drinker and I shouldn't be going for the next round. Despite that, my friend still persuaded me to go for another round with him. Reminding myself that I musn't be drunk tonight, I rejected his offer once more. My friend then walked away all of a sudden and I started to worry about the fact that I offended him by rejecting his generous offer. Nevertheless, I wasn't really bothered about my friend as I needed to pay attention to this girl I've been watching for minutes. A few minutes later on, my friend then returned with a couple of Budweisers and he insisted that I drink with him. Realising that I would be wasting his money if I didn't drink the beers, I eventually decided to drink with him. I continued watching this girl while filling myself up with beer.
The girl who was dancing, started to add a pinch of sexual essence in her dance moves. Curious with this new dancing moves of her, I paid closer attention to her. She then stopped dancing and she left the dance floor for a table nearby. Later on, she picked up a bottle of Corrona and started drinking its contents. She then went back to the dance floor and continued her sexual dancing. To make matter worst,she was dancing sexually with another guy. Just the two of them this time. I knew she was drunk and she wasn't aware of what she was doing. I placed my bottle of beer down on the table and I immediately picked myself up. I headed for the dance floor hoping to reach for the girl who was condemning herself by behaving unappropriately. The dance floor which was packed with hundreds of stoned and high dancers made it difficult for me to reach her. I shoved a couple of dancers who were in my way and some even felt hard to the ground. They didn't even bother getting even with me as they were too stoned to even get themselves up. I finally managed to reach the girl and I grabbed on her shoulder. She then turned around and gave me a blur stare. I told her it was time to go but she begged me to give her more time. Declining her request, I told her again that it was time to go. She eventually agreed and I got her to follow me. She was drunk and she couldn't balance herself so she had to cling on me. Before we left the club, I needed to call for my friend. As I reached the table my friend was at, I called for him. To my horror, he was also drunk seeing that he finished the bottles of Budweiser he got...even my bottle. Knowing that I had two drunk individuals to drag back to the apartment, I told myself that it was going to be a long night. I managed to get my friend on his feet and I asked whether he could walk on his own feet. Although he said yes, I was still unconvince that he was able to walk by himself. Nevertheless after seeing him taking a few steps without toppling, I was confident that he could carry himself.
As we exitted the club, the girl then bumped into her friends again. Her friends asked her whether she would like to follow them home that night and without thinking twice, she agreed. I immediately objected and I told her that she was coming with me. Her friends who were unhappy of the fact I was making the descisions for her gave me this threatening stare. Knowing that there could be trouble, I told myself to get ready for some close combat. One of her friend who was the guy dancing dirty with her earlier on then told me that she decides who to follow. Courageously, I insisted that I decide for her due to her state. I then looked at my side to check on my friend and to my horror he was not with me anymore. Feeling troubled and worried, I needed to look for him before he got himself into trouble given his drunken state. I told the girl to sit down and stay put and I warned her friends not to go near her. I later on searched for my drunken friend and to my relief he was not far away. To make matter worst, he was smoking a ciggarette which looked like weed. Knowing that he never smokes before, I immediately told him what in God's name is he doing with the weed. Too drunk to respond, my friend just kept quiet and continued smoking. Furiously, I told him to throw away the weed before he screw himself further. Fortunately, he did what I said by extinguishing the ciggarette. He told me that he needed to pee and during that moment I had to look for a restroom for my friend. Since there were no restroom nearby, he had to do it at the nearby alley. Disgusted by my friend's behaviour, I kept my eyes off him for a while. While waiting for him to finish his business, I went back for the girl. Lucky for me, she was still there lying on the concrete side walks. I picked her up and I called for my friend before we left the club.
As we were walking back, the girl had a hard time balancing herself since she was so wasted. I held her as close as possible to make sure she doesn't trip and fall. In the middle of our walk, she was mumbling about the fact that her boyfriend ( who wasn't there that time) doesn't give a damn about her. At the same time, she repeatedly tell me that she likes me more than her boyfriend and she wanted me. Realising that she was drunk, I ignored her and we continued our long walk back to the apartment. The girl later told me that she was too tired to walk and she needed to take a cab back. Although I told her that no cab would pick her up due to her drunken state, the girl still insisted that she needed to take a cab back as her high heels were killing her. I volunteered to carry her so I told her to get on my back. After expressing her gratitude, I lifted her up and I started walking. An hour later, the girl told me to let her down. Curiously, I asked why and to my utmost horror, she said she needed to go and she can't hold it any longer. Knowing that there were no restrooms available at where we were, I started to figure out what to do before she makes a big mess. The moment I saw several bushes not far away from me, I suggested that she unload her waste behind the bushes. Surprisingly she agreed to my suggestion without questioning it. She told me to stand in front of her while she was doing it in order to provide her cover. Reluctantly, I stood right in front of her with my eyes looking elsewhere but her when she released her waste. My friend managed to stop a cab which was passing by and the next thing we knew, we were all on our way home.
As we reached the apartment, my friend went back to his room first while I continued holding on the helpless drunk girl. I brought her to a room and when we were in front of the room's door, I felt relief and happy as the hard work of bringing the girl back was almost coming to an end. I immediately knocked on the door several times waiting patiently for the occupant of the room to open the door. As the door was opened, the girl's boyfriend came out and helped me carry the girl in. After tucking her into the bed, I exitted the room and I told the girl's boyfriend to take good care of her. As I left, the girl's boyfriend thank me and he complimented me for my trustworthiness of keeping a watchful eye on his girlfriend who was partying with her friends.
The girl who was dancing, started to add a pinch of sexual essence in her dance moves. Curious with this new dancing moves of her, I paid closer attention to her. She then stopped dancing and she left the dance floor for a table nearby. Later on, she picked up a bottle of Corrona and started drinking its contents. She then went back to the dance floor and continued her sexual dancing. To make matter worst,she was dancing sexually with another guy. Just the two of them this time. I knew she was drunk and she wasn't aware of what she was doing. I placed my bottle of beer down on the table and I immediately picked myself up. I headed for the dance floor hoping to reach for the girl who was condemning herself by behaving unappropriately. The dance floor which was packed with hundreds of stoned and high dancers made it difficult for me to reach her. I shoved a couple of dancers who were in my way and some even felt hard to the ground. They didn't even bother getting even with me as they were too stoned to even get themselves up. I finally managed to reach the girl and I grabbed on her shoulder. She then turned around and gave me a blur stare. I told her it was time to go but she begged me to give her more time. Declining her request, I told her again that it was time to go. She eventually agreed and I got her to follow me. She was drunk and she couldn't balance herself so she had to cling on me. Before we left the club, I needed to call for my friend. As I reached the table my friend was at, I called for him. To my horror, he was also drunk seeing that he finished the bottles of Budweiser he got...even my bottle. Knowing that I had two drunk individuals to drag back to the apartment, I told myself that it was going to be a long night. I managed to get my friend on his feet and I asked whether he could walk on his own feet. Although he said yes, I was still unconvince that he was able to walk by himself. Nevertheless after seeing him taking a few steps without toppling, I was confident that he could carry himself.
As we exitted the club, the girl then bumped into her friends again. Her friends asked her whether she would like to follow them home that night and without thinking twice, she agreed. I immediately objected and I told her that she was coming with me. Her friends who were unhappy of the fact I was making the descisions for her gave me this threatening stare. Knowing that there could be trouble, I told myself to get ready for some close combat. One of her friend who was the guy dancing dirty with her earlier on then told me that she decides who to follow. Courageously, I insisted that I decide for her due to her state. I then looked at my side to check on my friend and to my horror he was not with me anymore. Feeling troubled and worried, I needed to look for him before he got himself into trouble given his drunken state. I told the girl to sit down and stay put and I warned her friends not to go near her. I later on searched for my drunken friend and to my relief he was not far away. To make matter worst, he was smoking a ciggarette which looked like weed. Knowing that he never smokes before, I immediately told him what in God's name is he doing with the weed. Too drunk to respond, my friend just kept quiet and continued smoking. Furiously, I told him to throw away the weed before he screw himself further. Fortunately, he did what I said by extinguishing the ciggarette. He told me that he needed to pee and during that moment I had to look for a restroom for my friend. Since there were no restroom nearby, he had to do it at the nearby alley. Disgusted by my friend's behaviour, I kept my eyes off him for a while. While waiting for him to finish his business, I went back for the girl. Lucky for me, she was still there lying on the concrete side walks. I picked her up and I called for my friend before we left the club.
As we were walking back, the girl had a hard time balancing herself since she was so wasted. I held her as close as possible to make sure she doesn't trip and fall. In the middle of our walk, she was mumbling about the fact that her boyfriend ( who wasn't there that time) doesn't give a damn about her. At the same time, she repeatedly tell me that she likes me more than her boyfriend and she wanted me. Realising that she was drunk, I ignored her and we continued our long walk back to the apartment. The girl later told me that she was too tired to walk and she needed to take a cab back. Although I told her that no cab would pick her up due to her drunken state, the girl still insisted that she needed to take a cab back as her high heels were killing her. I volunteered to carry her so I told her to get on my back. After expressing her gratitude, I lifted her up and I started walking. An hour later, the girl told me to let her down. Curiously, I asked why and to my utmost horror, she said she needed to go and she can't hold it any longer. Knowing that there were no restrooms available at where we were, I started to figure out what to do before she makes a big mess. The moment I saw several bushes not far away from me, I suggested that she unload her waste behind the bushes. Surprisingly she agreed to my suggestion without questioning it. She told me to stand in front of her while she was doing it in order to provide her cover. Reluctantly, I stood right in front of her with my eyes looking elsewhere but her when she released her waste. My friend managed to stop a cab which was passing by and the next thing we knew, we were all on our way home.
As we reached the apartment, my friend went back to his room first while I continued holding on the helpless drunk girl. I brought her to a room and when we were in front of the room's door, I felt relief and happy as the hard work of bringing the girl back was almost coming to an end. I immediately knocked on the door several times waiting patiently for the occupant of the room to open the door. As the door was opened, the girl's boyfriend came out and helped me carry the girl in. After tucking her into the bed, I exitted the room and I told the girl's boyfriend to take good care of her. As I left, the girl's boyfriend thank me and he complimented me for my trustworthiness of keeping a watchful eye on his girlfriend who was partying with her friends.
Friday, May 18, 2007
One Cool MV
I'm not really a big fan of the famous Taiwanese singer Jay Chou but I still listen to some of his songs. Despite I don't understand a single thing he sings or raps since it's all in Mandarin, the melodious rhythm in most of his songs is the reason that attracts me to his music. Just recently, I came across one of his music video (MV) on YouTube. It's called "The Last Battle" and boy I have to say its one heck of a cool music video. After seeing it, you'll probably know why I love it. If I'm not mistaken, this MV portrays Jay Chou as a commando from the American Special Forces conducting Special Operations in South America. Their mission---to capture a local militia rebel. Interesting storyline I have to say. As for the display, all I can say is magnificent as there were some Special Forces action and emotional scenes where Jay's comrade died gloriously. Anyway, this MV is damn good and I recommend you guys to watch it...even if you don't understand Mandarin. Its worth the time looking into it.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
My First Quiz for the New Semester
Summer semester began a week ago. After having one week of holiday in Vancouver, it was time to go back for classes. Unlike my previous semester, this semester have been lighter for me. I wouldn't know whether it would be easier for me since it's just the beginning of my summer courses but so far every thing's okay. I hope it stays the like this throughout the whole semester. For the summer semester, I'm only taking Maths (again...sigh) and Sociology. Maths has been fairly okay for me as I've been revising my work daily but Sociology on the other hand, is slightly difficult as there's a lot to read. Nevertheless, Sociology is very interesting unlike the damn Critical Thinking subject I took last semester. Just today and yesterday, I had my first quiz for both of my subjects. Fortunately for me, they weren't too bad.
Yesterday was my first Maths quiz. Maths was surprisingly easy as I could answered all of the given questions. I guess it was because I've been revising my work constantly. Throughout last week, the lessons were understandable. Surprisingly, I could grasp whatever the instructor taught and every lesson seem very familiar. If it wasn't also for my Precalculus subject last semester. I would be staring blankly in total confusion at the the teacher and the white board in class daily. In the quiz that day, there were questions involving inequalities, intervals, symmetry of the graph with respect to the axis and linear functions. Seeing that the quiz was easy, I'm hoping to score high for it.
Today was my Sociology quiz. The quiz revolved around the first chapter and I had to say that it was slightly difficult. Sociology is an interesting subject as I'm brought deeper into the study of social relationships with it major theoretical theories. The subject itself is fairly generous with its interesting syllabuses and topics. On the other hand, when it comes to the reading text for the topics, Sociology can be very ruthless. There's so much to read and I basically spent at least 2 hours reading the first chapter. The quiz today consisted of 20 multiple choice questions and 6 essay questions. Out of the 6 essay questions, I was obligated to choose and answer 2. The multiple choice questions were very easy; in fact I was highly confident that I would be able to score high for it. On the contrary, the essay questions were merciless. Initially, I couldn't figure out which questions to answer. Fortunately after several minutes of calming myself down and fully utilizing my brains, I managed to answer the essay questions. Sociology has been slightly difficult. Despite that, I'm hoping to score well as I really placed a lot of effort studying it.
To sum it up, my first quiz for Sociology and Maths weren't that bad. I'm expecting for both papers to return to me with high marks printed on it seeing that I've invested a lot of time and energy in studying them.
Yesterday was my first Maths quiz. Maths was surprisingly easy as I could answered all of the given questions. I guess it was because I've been revising my work constantly. Throughout last week, the lessons were understandable. Surprisingly, I could grasp whatever the instructor taught and every lesson seem very familiar. If it wasn't also for my Precalculus subject last semester. I would be staring blankly in total confusion at the the teacher and the white board in class daily. In the quiz that day, there were questions involving inequalities, intervals, symmetry of the graph with respect to the axis and linear functions. Seeing that the quiz was easy, I'm hoping to score high for it.
Today was my Sociology quiz. The quiz revolved around the first chapter and I had to say that it was slightly difficult. Sociology is an interesting subject as I'm brought deeper into the study of social relationships with it major theoretical theories. The subject itself is fairly generous with its interesting syllabuses and topics. On the other hand, when it comes to the reading text for the topics, Sociology can be very ruthless. There's so much to read and I basically spent at least 2 hours reading the first chapter. The quiz today consisted of 20 multiple choice questions and 6 essay questions. Out of the 6 essay questions, I was obligated to choose and answer 2. The multiple choice questions were very easy; in fact I was highly confident that I would be able to score high for it. On the contrary, the essay questions were merciless. Initially, I couldn't figure out which questions to answer. Fortunately after several minutes of calming myself down and fully utilizing my brains, I managed to answer the essay questions. Sociology has been slightly difficult. Despite that, I'm hoping to score well as I really placed a lot of effort studying it.
To sum it up, my first quiz for Sociology and Maths weren't that bad. I'm expecting for both papers to return to me with high marks printed on it seeing that I've invested a lot of time and energy in studying them.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
S.P.L.A.S.H. (Shenji Played Like A Stupid Horse)
Here's a series of unfortunate events of me getting thrown into the pool, fountain and even the sea by my friends. Well, I have to say that I'm easily deceived which often get me soaked wet at the end of the day.
EVENT 1
Figure 1.1
A barbecue party in Malaysia last year. It was held next to the swimming pool either to establish a beach-party ambient or to get me thrown into the pool. Either one of that.
Li Ying: Hey Shenji, how bout a picture with me and Join next to the pool?
Join: Yeah, what do you say? Having a picture with two chicks is something that happens to guys like you once in their life time.
Shenji: Oh boy oh boy oh boy! The day I'll say "no" to such offer is the day when I eat a Snicker
bar out of the garbage bin (Hmmm...wait I think I did that before. Oh what the hell).Girls, here I come.
Li Ying: Okay, just to make you look like a lady killer, you should be standing in the middle of
both of us.
Join: Yeah, c'mon lady killer!
Shenji: Whoa! Thanks girls. Really appreciated it. Hey, where's the camera man?
Li Ying: Awww, who needs a camera man when we can give you the flash of your life? Join,
now!
Join: Yee haw!
(Join and Li Ying pushed Shenji into the pool. Refer to figure 1.1)
Shenji: What the....no no. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
SPLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Join: Now we'll take a picture of Shenji looking miserable and stupid.
Chai Ann: What!? Shenji looking stupid and miserable!? That's a photo I need to be in.
Shenji: Ha ha ha ha waaaaaaaaaaaah....well at least I'm in between of you girls now...sob...sob
Join: Everyone say cheese!
EVENT 2
A recent trip to Vancouver. My friends and I visited a park where there was a fountain located in the center of it. Good for the park's decoration but bad for me.
Figure 1.3
Maya: Hey Shenji, I bet you'll look really cool if I snap a photo of you standing on the side of the fountain.
Shenji: Really? Will I look like Daniel Radcliffe if I post like that?
Summer: Errr....yeah..ugh....burp ( Geez, if I didn't swallowed my puke back. He'll know that I'm being dishonest)
Maya: Okay, Shenji are you ready? Smile!
Summer: Now its the time! Go go go
(Summer and John rushed for Shenji. Refer to figure 1.3)
Shenji: Oh what the....No no. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
SPLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maya: Oh Shenji, you poor thing ( Hee hee...good job guys. That sucker deserve to be pushed into the fountain). Let me help you up.
( Maya pulls Shenji out from the fountain)
Shenji: Oh thanks. Geez, if I were in that fountain any longer, I would definitely drown.
Maya: Oh dear, is that a smudge on your cheek?
Shenji: Huh!? Really?
Maya: I guess we'll have to clean that smudge off.
( Maya pushes Shenji back into the fountain. Refer to figure 1.4)
Figure 1.4
Shenji: Aww, not again! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
SPLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maya: Hahaha, bulls eye!
Summer: Woo hoo! You go girl!
EVENT 3
The second day in Vancouver, we visited the dock in Vancouver city.
Figure 1.5
Maya: Hey Shenji, I think I saw a stupid horse swimming in the waters of the dock.
Shenji: Huh? A stupid horse? Where? I don't see anything.
Maya: Come closer. You'll see
( Shenji gets closer to the surface of the water)
Shenji: I still can't see it.
Maya: Its on the reflection of the water
Shenji: Well, all I see is myself...not a stupid horse.
Maya: You are the stupid horse, that's why you saw yourself in the reflection of the water.
Shenji: Huh?
(Maya pushes Shenji into the water. Refer to figure 1.5)
Shenji: Maya, not again....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
SPLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maya: Bulls eye! Hahahahaha
Summer: Whoo! Way to go girl
The dialogs you have read here are all fictional for entertainment purposes. None of my friends were that mean to do that to me or I would be blogging about how I kill them together with some pictures of they're severed head display in my blogs.
EVENT 1
Figure 1.1A barbecue party in Malaysia last year. It was held next to the swimming pool either to establish a beach-party ambient or to get me thrown into the pool. Either one of that.
Li Ying: Hey Shenji, how bout a picture with me and Join next to the pool?
Join: Yeah, what do you say? Having a picture with two chicks is something that happens to guys like you once in their life time.
Shenji: Oh boy oh boy oh boy! The day I'll say "no" to such offer is the day when I eat a Snicker
bar out of the garbage bin (Hmmm...wait I think I did that before. Oh what the hell).Girls, here I come.
Li Ying: Okay, just to make you look like a lady killer, you should be standing in the middle of
both of us.
Join: Yeah, c'mon lady killer!
Shenji: Whoa! Thanks girls. Really appreciated it. Hey, where's the camera man?
Li Ying: Awww, who needs a camera man when we can give you the flash of your life? Join,
now!
Join: Yee haw!
(Join and Li Ying pushed Shenji into the pool. Refer to figure 1.1)
Shenji: What the....no no. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
SPLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Join: Now we'll take a picture of Shenji looking miserable and stupid.Chai Ann: What!? Shenji looking stupid and miserable!? That's a photo I need to be in.
Shenji: Ha ha ha ha waaaaaaaaaaaah....well at least I'm in between of you girls now...sob...sob
Join: Everyone say cheese!
EVENT 2
A recent trip to Vancouver. My friends and I visited a park where there was a fountain located in the center of it. Good for the park's decoration but bad for me.
Figure 1.3Maya: Hey Shenji, I bet you'll look really cool if I snap a photo of you standing on the side of the fountain.
Shenji: Really? Will I look like Daniel Radcliffe if I post like that?
Summer: Errr....yeah..ugh....burp ( Geez, if I didn't swallowed my puke back. He'll know that I'm being dishonest)
Maya: Okay, Shenji are you ready? Smile!
Summer: Now its the time! Go go go
(Summer and John rushed for Shenji. Refer to figure 1.3)
Shenji: Oh what the....No no. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
SPLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maya: Oh Shenji, you poor thing ( Hee hee...good job guys. That sucker deserve to be pushed into the fountain). Let me help you up.
( Maya pulls Shenji out from the fountain)
Shenji: Oh thanks. Geez, if I were in that fountain any longer, I would definitely drown.
Maya: Oh dear, is that a smudge on your cheek?
Shenji: Huh!? Really?
Maya: I guess we'll have to clean that smudge off.
( Maya pushes Shenji back into the fountain. Refer to figure 1.4)
Figure 1.4Shenji: Aww, not again! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
SPLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maya: Hahaha, bulls eye!
Summer: Woo hoo! You go girl!
EVENT 3
The second day in Vancouver, we visited the dock in Vancouver city.
Figure 1.5Maya: Hey Shenji, I think I saw a stupid horse swimming in the waters of the dock.
Shenji: Huh? A stupid horse? Where? I don't see anything.
Maya: Come closer. You'll see
( Shenji gets closer to the surface of the water)
Shenji: I still can't see it.
Maya: Its on the reflection of the water
Shenji: Well, all I see is myself...not a stupid horse.
Maya: You are the stupid horse, that's why you saw yourself in the reflection of the water.
Shenji: Huh?
(Maya pushes Shenji into the water. Refer to figure 1.5)
Shenji: Maya, not again....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
SPLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maya: Bulls eye! Hahahahaha
Summer: Whoo! Way to go girl
The dialogs you have read here are all fictional for entertainment purposes. None of my friends were that mean to do that to me or I would be blogging about how I kill them together with some pictures of they're severed head display in my blogs.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
5 Days in Vancouver and Victoria
GTA: VancouverMy hope to visit the big city of
John and Maya decided to retire back to the hotel as they were awfully tired. As for Summer and me, we thought that the night was young, so we decided to venture around
Saya dan Maya...Hey, it rhymes
A group photo in a Vancouver park
Hey hey I thought we were friends. Ahhhh....SPLASH
Not you too Maya! Ahhh......SPLASH
Got you little girls! You girls ain't going no where!Now scream for your mummy. Hahaha!
Having Teppanyaki for dinner with Summer
Vancouver city at night
My secret base where plans of world domination are sorted out. Hahahaha...well, actually its the Vancouver Science Center
Vancouver's China Town
Dr Sun Yat Sen's park.
Enjoying the tranquility of the Sun Yat Sen park with my buddy Summer.
( Chinese zodiac grounds at the park) Born to look like a rabbit...
( Mini bamboo forest at the park) but trained to hunt like a wolf
The monument to commemorate Chinese Canadians who fought in WW2. Salute!
My first public indecency in a foreign land...well you can't blame me. Just look at my load!
Hey Maya, not again! Ahhhhhhhhh.......SPLASH
HQ, I know that the President's life is in danger if I don't take out the guy aiming his pistol at him but in my sights, there's a hot nude girl showering...ahhh I mean being taken hostage. So I think I better save her first before helping the President out.
On our way to Victoria via ferry.
Victoria, the European side of Canada
Outside Victoria's parliament protesting for peace...I know it's hard to believe that a person like me advocate peace. Well, to tell you the truth, I'm hired as an undercover agent to pretend to be these people so that I can gather intel...NO MORE WAR! PEACE (Hahahaha...am I a good actor or what?)
Chariot riding in Victoria with a sweet lady. Summer! change place. I need to be next to our sweet driver. What!? No!? How mean!
The ghost of Victoria. Scary huh? Thought soFriday, April 27, 2007
One Fxxked Up Semester...but I Ain't Giving Up Yet Cos I Don't Lose Easily
Phew...the finals are finally over and I guess it's okay to say that I'm done for the semester. Not only am I happy but am I also glad that 4 months of university hell in Canada is over. Despite living by myself without the supervision of my parents in Canada for 4 months is difficult, I'm amazed with the fact that I'm still in one piece. Before coming to Canada, I thought that my mum was right about me not lasting for a week in Canada by myself ever since I reflected on my lazy and dependable lifestyle back in Malaysia. The fact that I failed to do something as simple as closing a birthday cake box really freaked me out and even convinced me that my mum was right. Nevertheless, seeing that I'm still alive and in good shape, I guess I can feel proud of myself because I manage to proof my mum and myself wrong. Although I managed to take good care of myself, the first 4 months in Canada haven't been really enjoyable for me.
One of the reasons behind this unpleasantness is my mum's call. Having her to call me is great actually...in fact it's marvelous knowing that someone from my family still actually gives a damn about me. But the fact that she calls me almost everyday can be very annoying. During our conversation, she'll be going through the same lecture on what to do, how to do and what not to do over and over. She'll often repeat the basics that I'm already aware of and no matter how many times I tell her that I'm aware of it, she'll still insist on going through the lecture one more time. I truly understand that she's concerned about me, I mean which parent wouldn't be worried about their child living all alone in an alien place but there's a line between being concerned and assuming that they're hopeless. Considering her usual routine on our phone conversation, I think that she over crossed the border line of being concerned and started to venture into the assuming-that-Shenji-is-hopeless line. I'll have to admit that I'm hopeless at time since I just said earlier on that I couldn't even close a birthday card box but I have been telling my mum over and over again that if I'm practically having trouble with anything I would ask her for help. I really appreciate her concerned but sometimes it can be really annoying to be going through lectures like these. Apart from the routine lectures that my mum gives, the fact that we often get into an argument over the phone irritates and sometimes anger me. Petty issues that we discuss over the phone usually turns out into an argument where all the 18 and above verbal abuse are traded among one another. I still clearly remember that I got into an argument over the phone with my mum the moment I told her that I thought about getting a PS3. A small thought of mine which clearly hasn't been a solid confirmation of buying a PS3 is sufficient for my mum to assume that I was eager to buy the expensive video game console. Knowing that I wanted to get Sony's third generation console, my mum blasted me with remarks about how spendrift am I and threats about cutting my allowance if my spendrift behaviour continues. Hearing those assumption really offended me and angered me which consequently tempted me to argue back all in the name of standing up for myself. Getting calls from my mum and arguing with her over the phone was one of the reasons that made my stay in Canada unpleasant.
Besides that, the group of people who I usually hang out with is another reason why I conclude that the first 4 months in Canada have been horrible. Unlike my group of friends back in Malaysia which mostly consist of girls, my usual hang out group in Canada were mostly guys. The change in my social life didn't really bothered me at first since I thought it would be adventurous to try another side of friendship. However, the moment I was exposed to the true side of the guys in the group, I realized why I prefer hanging out with girls. The guys here can be described in 2 words: self-centered assholes! ( okay that's 3 words). Everyday, they'll be bragging about the sports car they have, the girls they court and what "cool" (which I find most of the time stupid) things they did back in their country ( they're all non Canadians). These egoistic jerk offs will dominate the entire conversation by talking about themselves and they always expect all attention on them. Just imagine how self centered these bastards are. Another annoying part about these boys is that they think that their social life back in their country is more superior than mine which I can never understand why they think so. How can their lifestyle filled with illegal street racing, clubbing under the heavy influence of alcohol and sleeping around with girls can be much better than my lifestyle which consist of daily Muay Thai training, news surfing, book reading and paint balling with good friends? That is one heck of a mystery. Furthermore, the fact that they think its so cool to cheat on their girl friends back in their country really sickens and embarrass me to be associated with these bunch of idiots. The way they justify they're acts by claiming it as an open relation ship with their girl friend just disgust me. Sometimes,I even wonder how bastards like these can even get a girl friend. Its really ironic seeing that all of them think that they are better than me when they can't even take good care of themselves. I remembered one of their parents called me up to make sure that I take good care of their son, not to mention these so called better-than-me guys even paid me to do their university assignments. The most pathetic experience with them was the moment they compared races. The incident where these two Indian guys were constantly reminding me that the penis of Eastern Asian men were relatively the smallest in the world and because of that they thought that Indian and Pakistani males were more superior than Chinese, Japanese and Korean males couldn't be forgotten. Judging from what they said, it wouldn't be exaggerating to conclude that these "gentlemen" are nothing but a bunch of good for nothing brainless immature dick heads. Of all things that they could have compared, they decided to compare dicks. What kind of ignorant shit is this? So what if we Eastern Asians have small sexual organ?The reason those thing are small is because most of our muscles went to our brain instead of that part. That clearly explained how China developed into a super economic power in the 21st century, how Japan and Korea became an Asian icon for technological progress. They failed to realized that they're so called "pride" didn't help India and Pakistan to overcome over population, high rate of unemployment and poverty; yet they still argue that their race is superior than Eastern Asians. Even though China has a high rate of population, at least the Chinese government was brilliant enough to convert the excess population into armies which makes China the second strongest military power ever since America. If they think that they're race is more superior than those of Eastern Asians, they're race would have thought of using a condom to control their nation's overpopulation in the first place. Geez...what a bunch of ignorant shit. Reasons like these clearly explain why I hate mixing with guys most of the time.
University has been hard on me . Unlike my days in ICPU, I had to take up to 5 subjects for my first semester in TRU. Having to balance my time for studies and to take care of daily chores was difficult for me. Sometimes I would spend a day not studying if I've got chores to do or not working on my chores if I've got assignments to do. I haven't been doing well in my subjects and come to think of it I'm really angry with myself. Every time when I reflect on the B and C's I got for my subjects, I feel awfully guilty as I have disappointed some of my ICPU juniors who look up to me and my Strike Team who never thought less about me. Nevertheless, I will strive harder to perform better in the upcoming semester to redeem myself . I noticed that the instructors at TRU are all hard markers which I find them very unreasonable. Petty mistakes in my assignments often result a massive lost of marks that really make a big difference between a C and a B or a B and an A. I guess they're doing that in the hope of getting TRU into the prestigious university rankings...which I believe is a harm on the student's marks and self esteem. The fact that TRU conned me also explains my unpleasant stay in Canada. In the early days of my stay at TRU, the new students were informed that the education process that takes place behind the class room doors will be guaranteed to be hyper interactive. There will be constant in class group discussions, group presentations and a tight communication between the students and the instructors...just like the good old days in ICPU. The moment I was informed about that, I was very delighted as I knew I would be reliving my glorious and wonderful years in ICPU. However, 4 months in TRU and all I can say is: bull shit. There isn't ANY of those said earlier on through out my stay in TRU. The learning process is exactly like secondary school back in Malaysia---chalk and talk. I feel completely ripped off and right now I'm opting to transfer out from this deceptive university. University isn't very nice to me for the moment being but I'm definitely not going to give up because of that.
Overall, this semester has been really screwed up, yet I managed to survive. Despite all the bad things I experienced in Canada, I managed to pull off a couple of good stuff. I managed to make a new best friend. Her name is Summer and she's really a nice girl. She has been looking out for me and the fact that she volunteered to cook dinner for me everyday the moment she knew I've been eating unhealthily due to my insufficient funds really touched me. Besides of making a new best friend, I managed to survive the utmost traumatic nightmare of my life---Precalculus. The Maths I took this semester was no different from the twisted and terrifying Add Maths I took when I was in form 4 and form 5. I remembered failing Add Maths constantly back in form 4 and form 5 which scarred my child hood and started this whole phobia of Maths for me. Nevertheless, with my constant practice, I managed to pass my Precalculus . Anyway, the Summer semester is in 2 weeks from now and I'm all gung ho to do better. Wish me luck guys.
One of the reasons behind this unpleasantness is my mum's call. Having her to call me is great actually...in fact it's marvelous knowing that someone from my family still actually gives a damn about me. But the fact that she calls me almost everyday can be very annoying. During our conversation, she'll be going through the same lecture on what to do, how to do and what not to do over and over. She'll often repeat the basics that I'm already aware of and no matter how many times I tell her that I'm aware of it, she'll still insist on going through the lecture one more time. I truly understand that she's concerned about me, I mean which parent wouldn't be worried about their child living all alone in an alien place but there's a line between being concerned and assuming that they're hopeless. Considering her usual routine on our phone conversation, I think that she over crossed the border line of being concerned and started to venture into the assuming-that-Shenji-is-hopeless line. I'll have to admit that I'm hopeless at time since I just said earlier on that I couldn't even close a birthday card box but I have been telling my mum over and over again that if I'm practically having trouble with anything I would ask her for help. I really appreciate her concerned but sometimes it can be really annoying to be going through lectures like these. Apart from the routine lectures that my mum gives, the fact that we often get into an argument over the phone irritates and sometimes anger me. Petty issues that we discuss over the phone usually turns out into an argument where all the 18 and above verbal abuse are traded among one another. I still clearly remember that I got into an argument over the phone with my mum the moment I told her that I thought about getting a PS3. A small thought of mine which clearly hasn't been a solid confirmation of buying a PS3 is sufficient for my mum to assume that I was eager to buy the expensive video game console. Knowing that I wanted to get Sony's third generation console, my mum blasted me with remarks about how spendrift am I and threats about cutting my allowance if my spendrift behaviour continues. Hearing those assumption really offended me and angered me which consequently tempted me to argue back all in the name of standing up for myself. Getting calls from my mum and arguing with her over the phone was one of the reasons that made my stay in Canada unpleasant.
Besides that, the group of people who I usually hang out with is another reason why I conclude that the first 4 months in Canada have been horrible. Unlike my group of friends back in Malaysia which mostly consist of girls, my usual hang out group in Canada were mostly guys. The change in my social life didn't really bothered me at first since I thought it would be adventurous to try another side of friendship. However, the moment I was exposed to the true side of the guys in the group, I realized why I prefer hanging out with girls. The guys here can be described in 2 words: self-centered assholes! ( okay that's 3 words). Everyday, they'll be bragging about the sports car they have, the girls they court and what "cool" (which I find most of the time stupid) things they did back in their country ( they're all non Canadians). These egoistic jerk offs will dominate the entire conversation by talking about themselves and they always expect all attention on them. Just imagine how self centered these bastards are. Another annoying part about these boys is that they think that their social life back in their country is more superior than mine which I can never understand why they think so. How can their lifestyle filled with illegal street racing, clubbing under the heavy influence of alcohol and sleeping around with girls can be much better than my lifestyle which consist of daily Muay Thai training, news surfing, book reading and paint balling with good friends? That is one heck of a mystery. Furthermore, the fact that they think its so cool to cheat on their girl friends back in their country really sickens and embarrass me to be associated with these bunch of idiots. The way they justify they're acts by claiming it as an open relation ship with their girl friend just disgust me. Sometimes,I even wonder how bastards like these can even get a girl friend. Its really ironic seeing that all of them think that they are better than me when they can't even take good care of themselves. I remembered one of their parents called me up to make sure that I take good care of their son, not to mention these so called better-than-me guys even paid me to do their university assignments. The most pathetic experience with them was the moment they compared races. The incident where these two Indian guys were constantly reminding me that the penis of Eastern Asian men were relatively the smallest in the world and because of that they thought that Indian and Pakistani males were more superior than Chinese, Japanese and Korean males couldn't be forgotten. Judging from what they said, it wouldn't be exaggerating to conclude that these "gentlemen" are nothing but a bunch of good for nothing brainless immature dick heads. Of all things that they could have compared, they decided to compare dicks. What kind of ignorant shit is this? So what if we Eastern Asians have small sexual organ?The reason those thing are small is because most of our muscles went to our brain instead of that part. That clearly explained how China developed into a super economic power in the 21st century, how Japan and Korea became an Asian icon for technological progress. They failed to realized that they're so called "pride" didn't help India and Pakistan to overcome over population, high rate of unemployment and poverty; yet they still argue that their race is superior than Eastern Asians. Even though China has a high rate of population, at least the Chinese government was brilliant enough to convert the excess population into armies which makes China the second strongest military power ever since America. If they think that they're race is more superior than those of Eastern Asians, they're race would have thought of using a condom to control their nation's overpopulation in the first place. Geez...what a bunch of ignorant shit. Reasons like these clearly explain why I hate mixing with guys most of the time.
University has been hard on me . Unlike my days in ICPU, I had to take up to 5 subjects for my first semester in TRU. Having to balance my time for studies and to take care of daily chores was difficult for me. Sometimes I would spend a day not studying if I've got chores to do or not working on my chores if I've got assignments to do. I haven't been doing well in my subjects and come to think of it I'm really angry with myself. Every time when I reflect on the B and C's I got for my subjects, I feel awfully guilty as I have disappointed some of my ICPU juniors who look up to me and my Strike Team who never thought less about me. Nevertheless, I will strive harder to perform better in the upcoming semester to redeem myself . I noticed that the instructors at TRU are all hard markers which I find them very unreasonable. Petty mistakes in my assignments often result a massive lost of marks that really make a big difference between a C and a B or a B and an A. I guess they're doing that in the hope of getting TRU into the prestigious university rankings...which I believe is a harm on the student's marks and self esteem. The fact that TRU conned me also explains my unpleasant stay in Canada. In the early days of my stay at TRU, the new students were informed that the education process that takes place behind the class room doors will be guaranteed to be hyper interactive. There will be constant in class group discussions, group presentations and a tight communication between the students and the instructors...just like the good old days in ICPU. The moment I was informed about that, I was very delighted as I knew I would be reliving my glorious and wonderful years in ICPU. However, 4 months in TRU and all I can say is: bull shit. There isn't ANY of those said earlier on through out my stay in TRU. The learning process is exactly like secondary school back in Malaysia---chalk and talk. I feel completely ripped off and right now I'm opting to transfer out from this deceptive university. University isn't very nice to me for the moment being but I'm definitely not going to give up because of that.
Overall, this semester has been really screwed up, yet I managed to survive. Despite all the bad things I experienced in Canada, I managed to pull off a couple of good stuff. I managed to make a new best friend. Her name is Summer and she's really a nice girl. She has been looking out for me and the fact that she volunteered to cook dinner for me everyday the moment she knew I've been eating unhealthily due to my insufficient funds really touched me. Besides of making a new best friend, I managed to survive the utmost traumatic nightmare of my life---Precalculus. The Maths I took this semester was no different from the twisted and terrifying Add Maths I took when I was in form 4 and form 5. I remembered failing Add Maths constantly back in form 4 and form 5 which scarred my child hood and started this whole phobia of Maths for me. Nevertheless, with my constant practice, I managed to pass my Precalculus . Anyway, the Summer semester is in 2 weeks from now and I'm all gung ho to do better. Wish me luck guys.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Now That's just Plain Ignorant and Stupid
When we come across the word "ID", what comes into our head? The first thing to pop up is a photo of the owner followed by the owner's birth date and home address. These are the general features of an ID regardless of the ID's country. What surprises me is that not everyone knows that there is a home address on an individual's ID. What surprises and even shock me more is that some people from a first world country like Canada are not aware about this. How do I know? My visit to a local video game store today tells it all.
Just today in the evening, I thought about paying a visit to the video game store not far away from my apartment. One thing amazing about the video game store around my place is that you get to trade in your old games for store credits where you can then use them to purchase other stuff in the shop. Seeing that I've already completed several PSP and PC games, I thought about trading them for a new PSP game. Consequently, I decided to visit the video game store.
The moment I arrive at the store, I saw a young lady behind the cashier's counter. This was my first time seeing her so I realized she was new. I wasn't really bothered about the new cashier as all I thought of was what new game to get. There were a couple of new games for the PSP that came out recently and because I'm only restricted to buy one game, I was in a big dilemma on which game to get. Half an hour later, I still failed to decide which game I should get; therefore I thought about knowing my trade in value of my old games first in order to save time. I took my old games out and I presented them to the new cashier at the counter.
I told her that I would like to trade in my games for a new PSP game and like the recent cashiers, she asked me for my British Columbia ID and driving license . I explained to her that I'm not a Canadian and I don't have a British Columbia ID and driving license instead, I have a Malaysian ID and driving license. The minute she knew that I didn't have those required Canadian IDs, she decline my request to trade in my old games. Shocked, I asked her how could this be possible seeing that the previous cashiers and store managers have been accepting my Malaysian IDs all the while whenever I wanted to trade my games in. Although I reminded her that I am a regular customer here and I did not experience procedures like these, she still refused to allow me to trade my games in. She added that nobody told her anything about accepting foreign IDs for trade in transaction before so she refuse to allow me to trade my games in. I asked her where was the manager and she said the manager won't be here until the next day. Feeling a bit angered and disappointed with my current situation, I told the cashier that I'll be back. However, I did not left the store. Instead, I went back to decide which new game to get.
I couldn't concentrate on deciding which game to get not because I was in a dilemma only but also because I was irritated by this new procedure. Feeling unssatisfied, I went back to the cashier and demanded that she call her manager right there and then to inquire about my situation. Just as predicted, she told me that the manager cannot be reached at the moment until the next day. Knowing that her excuse was bull shit because a store manager must be always available at all times to ensure that the store is operating flawlessly; I knew she was just being a lazy bitch. Since she won't call the manager up for me, I had to use plan B.
I then asked her what are the requirements for a foreign customer to trade their games in and why are they not given a reasonable alternative seeing that they do not posses Canadian IDs. Like earlier on, she said that she had no clue about it. Thought that she would said that, I then asked her how would her boss react if the store loss a regular customer all because of her ignorance and her lack of protocol knowledge. As usual, she did not reply because she was completely clueless and slightly shocked with the questions I asked. I could tell that she was angry about the fact that she couldn't answered back because I was right. Few minutes after the staring battle with the cashier, she then told me to let her see my Malaysian IDs.
After browsing my IDs, she said that I could trade my games in. She then told me that I should have inform her earlier on that my ID had my home address on it. The moment she said that, I knew I was dealing with someone who's stupid and ignorant. Of course, IDs are printed with important individual details including their home address. That is a general knowledge and the fact that she doesn't know it just show how stupid and ignorant she is. Not to mention, I completely felt insulted as she thought that my third world country was too stupid to include home address as one of the ID details. After trading in my old games for store credit and purchasing a new PSP game with my remaining store credit, I left the store in disbelief thinking that some first world people can be damn stupid and ignorant.
Today's visit to the store really taught me something---white people are not as smart as we think they are despite the kind of country they're living in. No wonder Michael Moore came out with a book called Stupid White Men . I'm not trying to imply that most white people are stupid...No I wouldn't dare to say that after learning the achievement and contribution to humanity of some famous white figures in history. Its just that its ironic to know no matter how advance a civilization is, there's bound to be a couple of ignorant individuals since such individuals think that there is no need to explore and learn from much inferior civilizations.
Just today in the evening, I thought about paying a visit to the video game store not far away from my apartment. One thing amazing about the video game store around my place is that you get to trade in your old games for store credits where you can then use them to purchase other stuff in the shop. Seeing that I've already completed several PSP and PC games, I thought about trading them for a new PSP game. Consequently, I decided to visit the video game store.
The moment I arrive at the store, I saw a young lady behind the cashier's counter. This was my first time seeing her so I realized she was new. I wasn't really bothered about the new cashier as all I thought of was what new game to get. There were a couple of new games for the PSP that came out recently and because I'm only restricted to buy one game, I was in a big dilemma on which game to get. Half an hour later, I still failed to decide which game I should get; therefore I thought about knowing my trade in value of my old games first in order to save time. I took my old games out and I presented them to the new cashier at the counter.
I told her that I would like to trade in my games for a new PSP game and like the recent cashiers, she asked me for my British Columbia ID and driving license . I explained to her that I'm not a Canadian and I don't have a British Columbia ID and driving license instead, I have a Malaysian ID and driving license. The minute she knew that I didn't have those required Canadian IDs, she decline my request to trade in my old games. Shocked, I asked her how could this be possible seeing that the previous cashiers and store managers have been accepting my Malaysian IDs all the while whenever I wanted to trade my games in. Although I reminded her that I am a regular customer here and I did not experience procedures like these, she still refused to allow me to trade my games in. She added that nobody told her anything about accepting foreign IDs for trade in transaction before so she refuse to allow me to trade my games in. I asked her where was the manager and she said the manager won't be here until the next day. Feeling a bit angered and disappointed with my current situation, I told the cashier that I'll be back. However, I did not left the store. Instead, I went back to decide which new game to get.
I couldn't concentrate on deciding which game to get not because I was in a dilemma only but also because I was irritated by this new procedure. Feeling unssatisfied, I went back to the cashier and demanded that she call her manager right there and then to inquire about my situation. Just as predicted, she told me that the manager cannot be reached at the moment until the next day. Knowing that her excuse was bull shit because a store manager must be always available at all times to ensure that the store is operating flawlessly; I knew she was just being a lazy bitch. Since she won't call the manager up for me, I had to use plan B.
I then asked her what are the requirements for a foreign customer to trade their games in and why are they not given a reasonable alternative seeing that they do not posses Canadian IDs. Like earlier on, she said that she had no clue about it. Thought that she would said that, I then asked her how would her boss react if the store loss a regular customer all because of her ignorance and her lack of protocol knowledge. As usual, she did not reply because she was completely clueless and slightly shocked with the questions I asked. I could tell that she was angry about the fact that she couldn't answered back because I was right. Few minutes after the staring battle with the cashier, she then told me to let her see my Malaysian IDs.
After browsing my IDs, she said that I could trade my games in. She then told me that I should have inform her earlier on that my ID had my home address on it. The moment she said that, I knew I was dealing with someone who's stupid and ignorant. Of course, IDs are printed with important individual details including their home address. That is a general knowledge and the fact that she doesn't know it just show how stupid and ignorant she is. Not to mention, I completely felt insulted as she thought that my third world country was too stupid to include home address as one of the ID details. After trading in my old games for store credit and purchasing a new PSP game with my remaining store credit, I left the store in disbelief thinking that some first world people can be damn stupid and ignorant.
Today's visit to the store really taught me something---white people are not as smart as we think they are despite the kind of country they're living in. No wonder Michael Moore came out with a book called Stupid White Men . I'm not trying to imply that most white people are stupid...No I wouldn't dare to say that after learning the achievement and contribution to humanity of some famous white figures in history. Its just that its ironic to know no matter how advance a civilization is, there's bound to be a couple of ignorant individuals since such individuals think that there is no need to explore and learn from much inferior civilizations.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Kicked in the Balls by Irony
Arrrghh!....getting kicked in the balls by irony...please tell me I still have it...wait...wait...yeah, I still have it.No, I did not try to talk dirty or touch a girl name Irony which resulted in my ultimate pain a man could ever experience. And yes, I still have my "gun" if you're just curious. So based on the given picture, what caused our poor Shenji to be forced on the ground, struggling in excruciating pain while holding his crotch? As weird as it may sound , it was the doing of irony that caused me to suffer in pain. No damn it! For once more, it's not a girl by the name of Irony, it's irony--a self or general predicted outcome of a given scenario that occur differently or opposite from what was predicted. How can the influence of irony be so...painful? Well, just imagine you're in a position where you have worked so hard day and night to achieve something and at the end of the day, the results was just not what you wanted, in fact it was the least you expected. Yeah...BAM! There goes irony's leg right between your nut sack. As you crumble to the ground in disbelief and pain, you'll start to doubt that hard work pays off.
My final exams started a week ago and today was my Critical Thinking paper. Knowing that the subject was slightly difficult, numerous effort and time were spend on study and revision session few days before the exam. Although, there were much to cover in the subject, nevertheless, I managed to finish studying two days before the exam. In fact I even had the time to browse through the entire text book just in a couple of days. Seeing that I finished studying the subject twice, I was confident that I could do well for the final exam. As it was the day of the exam, I confidently march to the computer hall ( the exams questions were posted on the internet) telling myself that today was going to be my day.
10 minutes before the exam, I found myself a computer and started logging into the exam program. Since patience was not really one of my virtues, I was eager to get over with the exam and take the rest of the day off. The moment the instructor said we could begin the exam, I excitedly answered the first question.
Questions by questions I answered them with utmost confidence and caution. Some of them were really tricky, therefore I told myself it would be a big mistake not to go through those questions later on. The moment I finished answering all the questions, I decided to go through the entire exam one by one to make sure that I did not make any silly mistakes. Fortunately, I was careful enough to spot a couple of mistakes that could mean a big difference in my final grade. After I finished checking all of the questions, it was time to click the "submit" button.
I dragged the cursor to the "submit" button and I took a deep breath. This is it; the moment of truth. As I clicked the button to submit my results, a new window popped up onto the screen of my computer. In the window, there was a link that allowed me to view my results. Feeling nervous and worried, I clicked on the link after taking in another deep breath. The minute the window completely loaded up, my results were on the screen. At that point I felt a strong invisible force that rushed something hard up between my legs. Irony just kicked me right in my balls
67.2%!? What the fxxk, do you mean 67.2%? After all the studying and revision I did, the damn computer gave me 67.2%. I felt completely disappointed and devastated. Instead of scoring an A, I scored a C+. Ain't that a bitch? Not only was I disappointed but I was also angered and frustrated with the ironic outcome. Fate has not only discriminate me but also made me felt like a fool and failure considering all the effort and time spent on getting an A for my Critical Thinking subject.
That's how it feels when irony kick you right between the nut sack. Ever since then, I experienced massive devastation in my self esteem and I felt like a completely big loser. All those effort and time spent to improve myself...just went down the drain. Damn...
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