Michael... Buble...

due to the non-existance of the internet in my household, it has been very inconvenient to blog... especially at times when i do had stories to unleash... but timing just cant compromise my inconveniences... how sad it is. but non the less i do get chances to blog occasionally...
anyway, the holiday is here...actually it isnt the holidays instead the "non-teaching period"... work goes on as usual... just with the absense of lectures and tutorials... gee.
i've been reading my sister's and father's blog... and enjoy the reading... great to have a family strong in communication... openess of sharing.
i've finally gotten hold of the new michael buble cd... marvelous his voice is. im jst obsess about him... i remembered the time when i bought his debut album from douglas at a real low price (he has regreted for offering such a value to me), i kept on listening to the album for more than a month... had not given chance to any other music sorts but totally indulged into his mesmerizing voice. i really wish i had his voice... right away i'd be in show bisness... or always be serenating my lover such beautiful melodies... oooohhhh.... shucks!!
i am so familiar to his debut album, that i know every song and lyric from cover to cover... i can sing the whole album... thats how obsess i was... or am still... not surprise it would be the same for his new album as well.
oh i am reminded as well... saturday nights are just to good to be sitting in the corner to study... good movies occasionally pops into the tv... like today... Atlantis, Star War, and Elizabeth... and Waterworld... temptations... good thing i dont have a tv... go figure...
FYI... ive been told by a very good source that i have a sexy butt! i'm not egocentric...

"The Sheep That Tried to Moo"

anyway, just to add... here's an interesting story... i had taken it from KJ's Blog.

Once upon a time, there lived this sheep called Sheep. Sheep was a personal favourite of this shepherd. The shepherd always feeds him well, takes care of him and gives him the best shelter an animal can get. Consequently, Sheep became a very fat animal. Obviously from all the good food and treatment from the shepherd.

Then one day, the shepherd decided to sell Sheep to his brother, who is a cow farmer, for reasons unknown. Sheep was distraught with sadness, for after months of excellent treatment from the shepherd, he is now under a new ownership.

The cow farmer was lazy sonuvabitch. As soon as Sheep arrived in his farm, he shoved sheep into a grazing grassy patch to mingle with the cows. The cow farmer just left Sheep there to fend for itself, to feed itself.

The days go by, Sheep felt neglected because when he has been so accustomed to being pampered by the shepherd that being left to fend for himself in a large field of cows made him lonely. So one day, he boosted his courage to communicate with the cows. He approached one and bleated. The cow looked at it and mooed, attempting to make friends.

Unfortunately after months of pampering, Sheep unconsciously developed a chronic case of inferiority complex. Thinking that his bleating was inferior to a cow's moo, Therefore, Sheep tried to speak Cow-ish. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't moo. All that he could come up with was "Boo, Boo...", which was a mangled amalgamation of "baa" and "moo" and it came out of his mouth all mangled up, but he tried anyway.

Sheep then tried to speak with the cow, "boo, boo...". The cow, surprised with Sheep's attempt to speak cow, but not wanting to hurt Sheep's feelings, spoke with Sheep. Naturally, Sheep was ecstatic. He finally found a friend! So Sheep continued to speak with his weird-ass sheep/cow accent.

After a few weeks, the shepherd sold more sheeps to the cow farmer. The farmer, being the lazy bastard as usual, just chucked his furry, bleating acquisitions into the same grazing patch as Sheep. Sheep was excited with his new friends and walked over to welcome them. Unfortunately, after spending a few weeks in the grazing patch, Sheep spoke with the other sheep with a "Boo, Boo..." accent, much to the disgust of his fellow sheep.

Consequently, the sheep shunned him, thinking that he was such a poseur for speaking mangled Cow-ish/ Sheep-ish and forgetting his roots that he was a sheep. Sheep didn't care. Sheep thought he had plenty of cow friends, and forsaked his sheep brethren.

After a while, as the cow farmer turned to sheep farming, Sheep began losing his cow friends, and saw the number of sheep grew. However, because of his mangled Sheep/Cow accent, he couldn't make a single sheep friend, and all his cow friends have left the grazing patch. He became all alone.

St. Patrick's Day...

i've got G-mail !! yea... thanks to my IT-savvy gal... i managed to get connected into the best of circles experiencing the wonderful use of G-mail...
it was st. patrick's day yesterday... and i finally i understood what this whole celebration about... basically its a whole lot of nothing.... one word BOOZ... and all these years i thought it was some memorable day reflecting on this fella patrick... however it probably might had been this irish fella migrated to the U.S.A... then he got drunked at a bar... and went around telling everyone that he was a saint... and bla bla... people noticed this foreigner having a gala time... they decided to join in the fun... and there you have it... st. patrick's day!!
Anyway!
finally it's the weekend!! tiring day it was yesterday at the studio... its really hard to communicate with a German... nonetheless... we're moving on to the next submission next week.
highlights of the day for today...
errands... doing my broadband, and bond clearance...
and much later... Ping Pong... before OCF...
to think... oh dear! i need to poo!!

CG...CG...CG... ocf...

a new week has begun... and i started my day with an ommelete, tennis, a one hour lecture... and ended it with drum sticks... yum.
anyway, was down at Geelong yesterday to visit another OCF branch over there... they had some oreintation BBQ, inviting new people to the fellowship... and they needed the extra hand of support... well it was supposed to be support, but to me it felt more otherwise. however i did managed to mingle around here and there... and to be honest it's pretty tough to mix with the other races, i.e. Africans, Americans... etc. Culture is carries a real big barrier... you stand there staring at the other fellow, choked not knowing the next line you should be saying at times, but there were some that went pretty okay... and i come to think, no wonder melb uni is a so Asian place (mainly, Singaporeans & M'sians)... it will be terribly hard to pull in africans, and europeans into the big circle... with all the lahs... we're like daffy ducks... or even donald ducks... personally i prefer Daffy... he's really funny... and much leaner than Donald.
Anyway!
its high time i had my bath...

German Sausages... they are as huge as the Germans...

its been about 3 weeks since i landed on this huge island full of wombats and kangaroos... and life's been interesting. interesting to meet the familiar people again... and happy to know some arent around... tsk!
i've just ended classes... had my first studio class today... and the whole excitement about this is that they've finally given my first choice of project... it wasnt really about the project i had selected, but the sheer joy of being given my first preference... as you all know the previous 2 semesters... i was always designated towards my second preference... sad but true. all this does effect my mental situation... i mean i can always nag and complain about my second preference projects as it wasnt my first choice... however instead a no choice, therefor the enthusiam level is so much lower. given my first choice... theres no room for complain or excuses if i did badly... coz... it was my first and foremost choice. Anyway!
oh dear... BRB.

6 days to go...

finally... paul has left the land that was almost hit by a tsunami... its a strange feeling having him leave the place. all my four years studying overseas... home was the place where his face was so familiar. everytime i am home, he's one of the faces i aspect to see... but now... its all different. i worry and wonder how he's doing taking care of himself... unsure what goes in his mind... if it was me going off... things would be easier coz i know what i think... but for him i cant do that but to just hope for the best...

Finally! that old man's dead... after all those years... i thought he would never die... being around almost for 4-5 architectural generations. to think after all those years... he'd die at 98 years old... Philip Johnson... the spineless architect... ever changing to the seasons... he was never really in one of the architectural eras... only played a mediating role... from the International Style to the Post Modern... to the Deconstruction... up till the second modernity... he'd always been around. goes wherever the money goes... even side the nazi's when they tried to take over the world... people still respect him... for his money that is. i guess without him all these architectural movements would never be heard of... with all that cash... it had to go somewhere... and thank goodness it all went to architectectural spendings instead of baby powder...

the nearness... of the freakin' New Year...

i believe a few have been offended by the language... but anyways... everything thing is still running very clearly in my mind... my relationship towards GT hangs on a thin line... every few minutes the thought of how i was screwed just rushes up to my brain.... just like blood rushing to my brain ready to explode. so tragic... but at the same time so pathetic i can be because of this situation... darn "adult christians"...
and on top of that... the festive season ain't helping much... ah yes... Chinese New Year... among all the most hated festive season for me... well last time i use to love it for the holidays... and fireworks... but other than that... its aweful... the decos... the characters... the superstitions... and most of all the music... the horrible terribly horrendous sounds... "guo xing nien... nien, nien, nien..." arghhh... i NIEN you than you know!! (btw, nien could also mean- strangle) but anyway... its aweful... everywhere i go... every where i am... the music just cant stop... its so irritating.. so annoying... you should watch some of those new year mtvs... lil kids with their heavy make ups, tryiing to run off being an adult(why would they wanna do that), lip syncing... acting oh so cute... with their overly makeup smiles... and the lousy adults... with their terrible acting skills... so lame... every year... the same ol bunch... probably the national tv station only has those few VCDs in their collection... even they know its not worth it to buy too much of it...
and the ang paos... oh pls... me being a non-materialistic person couldnt care less... (and lucifer stands right behind me saying.. "i'm sure you are..." in his usual sarcasm gestures)
its been a long day... wanted to swing some golf balls... but heaven forbit me to do htat... its just too dangerous... me being in a driving range with all those adults holding a 7 iron... it'll be a total massacre... a game of bloody golf... with them bloody golfers... i wont be able to aim for the green... instead black or white grass... and occasional bald spots... ugh...

achieving Nirvana... at Low's Peak...

just came down from the mountain... and it was a piece of cake... cept for the blisters... caused by the shoe... a shoe which cost RM4... freakin cheap.. but good to go up hill... however down was the other problem. on the whole it was awesome... wait till i post up the pics. man i tell... ont he way up the hostel in car... all i could think about was that no good piece of mother f*cker... (i'm refering to the boy's father)... he's the real shit behind all this complications. i've never met such a worthless dumb shitty mother f*cker... all his f*ckin' bullshit alll flying around aimlessly... can't get a grip on what the f*ck he was saying... i've seen and met alot of shitty adults.. but this one's a f*ckin' winner... redundancy shit i tell you. you know... this all confirms it all on the 3 people i hate most... so called "christians", adults... and the worse of it all "adult christians"... dont' pay no respect to students like me... the conversation on the phone is still ringing in my head... mother f*cker insulted bout me going to be an architect... saying i'm in the wrong... im'ma cheating on his f*ckin' money.. worst yet.. tell me about God... all you shitty GT f*ckers... using God to defend yourselves... F*ck you!! f*ckin' hippocrites...
mother f*cker's first excuse... he didnt know it was a shared room... second excuse, it's all dr sumi's fault... third excuse, what if my son cant get along... fourth excuse, heard your area is a red light district area, ... then the f*cker blabs on how f*ckin rich he is... so redundant... if you're so f*ckin rich.. then why not just pay me the freakin money. and i insulted him with the word cheat... at that time, it slipped out of my mouth... but now... i f*ckin' mean it!! honorable man my f*ckin ass... calling me a rip off... im calculating the bastard 6 months minimum and he says im playing with his cash... im'ma tell you, you son of a b*tch... u messed up my whole scheme... im gonna f*ck up your son... telling me i aint got no blessings from God... and i cant make it as an architect... you puk*mak b*tch. because of your f*ckin son... i turn down an offer to another one bedroom apartment... work the shit (including the people who help me) out finding a place for your f*ckin wussy spineless son... his balls all chopped off by you eh? mother f*cker... wasted all my overseas call for you... paid you're f*ckin share... and now you want to run away... aint got nothing to lose eh? kiss my ass... you dick head... aint got no brain... only talk shit and God in GT... f*ck GT... i got away once... and came back... idiot i am... now i know why i stop going there... coz theres just too much pricks and hippocrites... using God's name for every f*ckin reason... im stickin the finger at you all... and all the other christian organizations... (sorry im turning this into a larger contexts...) but GT is really begining to suck.

man... i was gonna talk about my Mt. Trip... end up talking about this... what a waste of my effort... i am so freakin' tired...

Screwed...

this morning... the first thought in my head was that now im really totally screwed!! never been so pissed in the early mornings... i figured GT people never takes me seriously eh... i rushed to settle this accomodation because of a boy... along the way in finding tenants i ended up promising 2 more other folks to get an accomodation... then i had to try my best to convince the two tenants to stay with me... all because i promised a boy that i'll make sure of his accomodation. i took nearly 2 months trying to get accomodation... all because i promised all three including that boy that i'll get the place. with lots of help... finally managed to get a place... paid for the boys share... and thought all is settled... managed to get a pretty big place... so the boy can have ample space to run around... way below his budget.
and after everything has settled down... finally he sends his dad to say he's sorry but he has to back off from this... due to some stupid reason... "i must screw you... thanks but no thanks... eat your own shit... haha". i cant afford to pay that rent... how am i gonna find another person to share a room... i cant just find any tom, dick or harry... AUD740 per month?!?!? thats around 2100 ringgit per month... how the heck can i afford that?!?!?!
sorry but i have to say this... for the moment... GT people only know how to talk SHIT... im too lazy to further elaborate on hwat i meant... but im starting to learn a very valueble lesson...
ANYWAY, other news.... my industrial trainning period had just ended... it had been a great 7 weeks... (still cant help thinking about how screwed i am right now...)

a rose is a mose... coz it rhymes with NOSE(y)...

what the heck is a "Boo"... apparently its the newest slang in the music industry/ whatever... a boo? sounds like the word Boo! when u scare someone... more like a ghost... then as well to mean it might mean a bruise or cut... like you et a boo- boo when you fall down and scraped your knee or somehting... anyway... so if it does really represent either... then thats pretty funny... go figure
hahha... managed to get hold of another victim's personal belonging... interesting i should say... kekek...

Farewell... to 3 years of hardship and fun... archi for life!

sigh... the long day/ weekend is finally over... i tell you, working in an archi firm can be pretty stressful... especially when you have to try and please 2 different bosses out from the same project having different ideas and requirements... ugh... but it's still fun.
been trying to upload my pictures from my first project i did here for my industrial training... alas.. the faultiness of dial-ups... just can't wait for broadband to arrive... with fingers crossed... it might be soon. i can say that i'm pretty fortunate to be doing these sort of things during industrial training... lots of designing work... and no draughting and office boy errands for me...
my first project was this high class housing development, set in the lovely small island off the sabah shores... pretty cool eh? i think the client kindda goes with my idea... hopefully it be built and be just what i wanted... then again theres lots of alteration to be done by the seniors... atleast hopefully the aesthetic is there... then it be living proof for my future reference.
currently i've been assign to this new project... its a commercial project set right in between Sabah's currently biggest supermarket... its sort of a commercial/ office building... pretty cool.. but very tight... so hard to squeeze everything into one plot of land... adding to the by-laws we need to follow... for a 1.2 acre land.. they want futsal courts... cineplexes... a food court... retail areas... and offices... not to mention... car parks (the most irritating part in designs..), i had trouble during the first project... carparks as well... everything worked pretty okay... till carparks became a hassle... especially if it where to be incorporated into the building as well... ugh! why dont people jsut walk... Oops... that goes for me too... hehe.

anyway... i think i better go hit the showers... and hit the sack!!

200...5

HAPPY NEW YEAR!! 2 0 0 ... 5!!! awesome dude!! im finally a year wiser... and not a single grey hair to be seen... amazing!!
threw a mini get together party with a couple of good friends... though i wish... another from our lovely neighbouring country could be here... nonetheless it was fun. havent had good grog and gossips for awhile... old times... bad times... MIA from each other experiences... etc. and to my surprise... people in the group has changed tremendously... Ben... so... different... okay ladys... he's up for grabs... hottest bachelor around... 21 years old... height 6'10"... well built... nicely tanned... cool personality... mom owns a superb chicken marinate sauce for BBQ... with a bonus... sexy ass... haha... seriously!

anyway, here's to all you folks reading this...

We wish you a happy new year
we wish you a happy new year
we wish you a happy new year
and a.... HAPPY NEW YEAR
good tidings to you, wherever you are
good tidings for new year...
and a..... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

and all those having their birthdays in the year 2005!!

happy new year to you...
happy new year to you
happy new year to... whoever
happy new year to you...

happy new year to you!
you were born in the zoo!!... oops... okay!

bettter end here before i start a rave!!

Frail and Feeble...

2 words... Eminem Sucks! he's newest song... or rap is really appaling... running out of steam and motivation i should say. come on bugger... put a sock in it.
anyway, currently taking up a job at an architecture firm. interesting... yet scary. my current boss has given a huge task of designing a housing development for the international patrons down at Labuan... big responsibilty for a lil fry like me... nonetheless... its my opportunity for recognition in the archi scene.
i realized that my new maid... aint good at doing the laundry... clothes kindda stink... not to mention... i realized the same under her arms... ugh... my jeans really smells.

think i better continuethis later... i wanna go eat!!

Dilemma... Oh!

hmmmm... well... Should i blog... or yum cha... think think...

alas... i think i shall yum cha...

(lots happened within these 2 weeks... but... food... i need!!)

Singapore is miles and miles...away

finally back home in Malaysia... bitter sweet memories here... nothing much have changed... cept for new buildings being contructed... and the magnificent fly over that i have to use it everytime i head home from the city... cool...

the wedding was great... it was a sure winner... muacks!! i played safe during my song performance... keeping a low key... man! the crowd was huge...

Anyway! KK is freakin hot and sticky... the weather or dust is killing my nose... i hate it when it happends... green goo coming out from ym nose... that's disgusting!
but i can tell you... the new house is really spacious... can't wait till everything is... 100% really completed... we need mirrors in there!! not to mention... TV... Hi-Fi... more furniture... complete kitchen... et cetera.

whoa... just a news flash.. i've found new love in the voice of stacey kent... lovely.

FAT!!... im FAT!!!

one word to describe me now... FAT!! im fat... oh dear... im fat... really fat... so fat that ur momma cant feed me no more.
everytime i sit down... i can feel this extra belly popping out from my innocent fit body. ironic it is... so fit.. yet so fat. so irritating... ARRRGHH im fat... with a belly... wobbly like jelly!!
anyway, end of semester... (geesh! this belly is really in the way...) im really fat...words could not describe... all these FATS... its causing bad body posture. terrible... really terrible...
anyway! where was i... oh yes! semester... ended... exams over! but still accomodation to settle... re-enrolment to confirm... visa to get... etc... it just never ends!!
anyway... one more day.. then its ASTALAVISTA BABY!!! back to the big ol' dog head!!

love...

okay... 2 down.... one final one to go!! this is awefully dreadful... i cant even spend y last week in melbourne peacefully, instead with the horror of exams and moving place errands. sucky.
had my visual test on monday... it was a breeze... not too bad from what i thought it might had been much tougher. nevertheless the war aint over yet till wednesday.

2 horrible news... one, my team apparently aint second place... instead we're in third. and that means we're in the second final. arrrgh!! terrible!!!! sucky. but thats not too bad... i'm more keen on heading back, then playing this final thingy. nonetheless, i shall give my very best... fight with honour till the very end. CHARGE!!!
but the second news... you've all got to hear this one. the FAT BOY is staying!! terrible!! i can hear my 'free from fat irritating KPO boy' breaking into a million pieces. know the saying, it aint over till the fat lady sings...? well, mine is... its all over now the fat boy stays. he's supposed to be a lil good boy and pack up back to m'sia... do his internship in singapore and go for his supposed operation... and be million miles away!! this is so irritating!!! i really dont wanna see him for another year!!! what is he up to... LEAVE ME ALONE!!! poor samuel... its a test from GOD? why?! nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!

never mind, i shall comfort myself with some other news... ummm... what?!

im going to bed...

8 days more...

one more week and its coming home time!! still i have to surpass my 2 modern B papers next week... dreadful!! oh gee!!
anyway! my team is headed to the finals... we finish in second place of the standings... and we rocked last night. whooped some aussie asses!!

Aussie Cheer: Aussie! aussie! aussie!! oi! oi! oi!!
M'sia Cheer: Boleh... boleh boleh boleh... malaysia Boleh!!

hahha... and also! christmas is just around the corner folks... all that snow, roasted chesnuts... kissing under the missletoe... oh frosty... how i missed you so much!! wonder if Santa knows about my new address...

hmmm... a sneak preview of next months highlighted event... the most anticipated of 'em all!!

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
Just like the ones I used to know.
Where the tree-tops glisten,
And children listen
To hear sleighbells in the snow.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
With every Christmas card I write,
"May your days be merry and bright,
And may all your Christmases be white".

i wanna go shopping...

Hooptie doodie doodle

"Moses supposes his toeses are Roses,
But Moses supposes Erroneously,
Moses he knowses his toeses aren't roses,
As Moses supposes his toeses to be!
Moses supposes his toeses are Roses,
But Moses supposes Erroneously,
A mose is a mose!
A rose is a rose!
A toes a toes!
Hooptie doodie doodle
Moses supposes his toeses are Roses,
But Moses supposes Erroneously,
For Moses he knowses his toeses arent roses,
As Moses supposes his toeses to be!
As Moses supposes his toeses to be!
A Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose is
A rose is for Moses as potent as toeses
Couldn't be a lily or a daphi daphi dilli
It's gotta be a rose cuz it rhymes with mose!

First... but no the last...

finally... my first and most hate paper has ended!! ridiculous yet so straight forward... anyway, one down 2 to go!!! woopidoo!!

hmmm... there was a discussion on the table about the creation of a micro genius... ahhh still clearly can remember that at the back of my head. my first micro genius!! Dad brought it home one day... and boy we were so excited!! from that instant we were glued tight unto the screen... my first game!! chip and dale!! awesome...

when that was invented... everyone was so crazy about it... then there was nintendo... longer cassettes... bigger machine... and the joysticks all had simple buttons like A and B... then Sega came along... and then the C button was added in. took me awhile to get use to that extra button... C... pretty useful it should seem. then the ultimate game box came along... play station!! and boy was i confused on the buttons... no more A, B, Cs.... instead there were symbols of a square, triangle, circle... not only that! there was X and Ys!! and now my index finger had of great use for me!! ... years later... nothing improved... until the X-Box arrived... and what the Heck is that?!?!!?! geewizz...