Sunday, 24 June 2007

New World

Here I am.

In a CyberCafe (called a Computer Shop here).



A long away away from a place I've learned to call home.

Wednesday, 20 June 2007

Current Addictions

Quietdrive - Time After Time

Famous Amos Cookies

White Chocolate Dream Ice-Blended at CoffeeBean

Crap, calories are creeping in, and I haven't done weight training for 3 weeks. *grr*
At least got in 4 hours of basketball last week. Oh well..


Monday, 18 June 2007

Tag Something

Got tagged by Nariza.

How many..

1. Cookies could you eat at once?
A bag of Famous Amos.

2. Times do you clean your room a year?

Every month. *smiles*

3. Times do you pee during the night?
Once. I'll wake up at about 2 am and have a date with my bathroom.

4. Times you bathe your pets in a year?
I don't give my doggie a bath; my mum does.
The rest are fishes, so they bath 24 hours.

5. Times you brush your teeth a day?

Twice. Three if I'm home after lunch.

6. Meals you eat a day?

5-6. I need a lot of sustenance.

7. Approximate pounds of chocolate you’ve consumed in your life?

Hard. I'd rather not say.

8. Times do you cry a week?

How the hell would I know?

9. Jeans that you own?

Custom ones from Grassmen's. SPLIT. Levi's.

10. Money in your wallet?

RM 67.17

11. Times have you dyed your hair?

Never have.

12. Hours of TV do you watch a day?

On football days, 4 hours.

13. Sodas do you consume in a day?

I don't do soft drinks.

14. Sheep do you want on your farm?


Do you believe in/support:

Ghosts? Yes. But I'm not scared of them. They're dead.
Aliens? Yes. My neighbor.
Abortion? No.
Superstitions? No.
Botox? No.
Plastic surgery? No.
Religion? Yes.
The Bible? Yes.
Yourself? Yes. Duh.
Marriage? Yes. Definitely.
Divorce? No. My parents were, and it's tough on me.

IF IF IF……….

1. If you could go back to any age, what age would it be?

Being a history buff, a lot of ages, but I'd go back to Homeric Greece, Marcus Aurelius' Roman Empire, peak of the Seleucid Empire, Victorian Age.

2. If you met an alien she’d look like

Jessica Biel/Alba, Kiera Knightley, or Bianca Nicole Sissing.

3. If you had three wishes, what would you wish for?

The ability to learn anything I want to.
Perfect metabolism.

4. If you were up for sale, your ad description would say?

The Jason. One and only in the world. Discount for attractive and gorgeous females.

Which one are you?

1. You are a city OR country person?


2. You think more with Passion OR Logic?


3. You’d rather die with your love by your side, OR without them?


4. You’d rather drink Milk OR juice?

Milk. Strawberry milk.

5. Your a Cat OR dog person?


6. Smoothies OR Milkshakes?


7. Night Owl OR Day Bird?

Day Dude.

8. Chocolate Cake OR Apple Pie?

Apple pie. Jason heart apples.

9. Alternative rock OR 70s Disco Music?

Alternative Rock.

10. Do you like your mate to be skinny winy or have a little chunk?

A woman with curves that women should have.

11. Rather get quilled by a porqupine OR stung by a jelly fish?

Jelly fish sting.

I tag:

Rachel Anne.
Rachel Reeni.


Saturday, 16 June 2007


So finally. A2 Levels are over. I'm free. Am I really?

19 now. Adulthood beckons. *bleh*
Having my own apartment. Also my own bills, laundry, errands, groceries, and household stuff for the pad.
University applications, clubs and frats to join (if any), new friends to make, new people to meet. Ah.. So many things. Some good, some not so good.

Then a question.

Am I ready? Ready to take on a life unlike any I've ever had?
I hope so.

Am I ready for uni? Have I made the right decisions at precisely the right moments?
Only time will tell. But in the wise words of Incubus:

Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes, yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there
I'll be there..

I'll be there. *smiles*


Friday, 15 June 2007

iTunes Fiasco


Me: I need iTunes.
Mish: You can download it from the Internet.
Me: Ah okay..

Me: I've got iTunes.
Mish: LOL good.
Me: It took 2 hours to download.
Mish: You didn't need to download.
Me: Why?
Mish: I have the CD.

My side of the line: Total silence.
Mish's: Three and a half minutes of non-stop laughing.

*sharpens axe*

Oh look! I've got a CD too! *grr*


Monday, 11 June 2007

B*tch Bite

It's Sunday and I was relaxing at Mike's (my youth leader) place after a really really good barbecue. Church just finished, I'm happy with the way I rocked up the bass parts of some songs, and the day was turning out pretty good. An old friend who moved to Brunei also came down so I was hanging out with her.

She also happens to be the cousin of the bitchiest beeeaaattccchh I have ever met in my whole life. This friend of mine, Ash, then told me another of her cousin (another big gossiper) told her some stuff that, well, really (and I mean really) pissed me off.

"My cousin said you kissed her today. You really wanted to kiss her so you kinda forced her is it?"
"And when Nette asked you if you were ever together, you slapped her."
"She told my Auntie that you two were childhood friends."

I shall answer all three statements separately and accurately.

1. I did not lock lips with that girl. Thank goodness those who know me enough know that I have a lot more pride and dignity than that. Desperate for a kiss? LOL. Seriously, LOL. Do I look like the sort of guy who has to be desperate for a kiss? Wanting to kiss MY girl maybe, but desperate? She's either on weed, or she's had one too many poles stuck in her.

2. I do not slap females in anger. Playfully? Yes. Because I'm offended? Hell no. I grew up with women long enough that I know how to respect chicks, thank you very much. Oh, and the girl I apparently slapped is only 11 years old. If I really did hit her, the whole freaking church would be after my ass.

3. My childhood was spent in the Philippines, you lying tramp. Enough said.

Any half-brained lala would know better than to fabricate stories that are about as flimsy as half-assed squatter houses. Unfortunately, this is further proof that some people are
1. stupid.
2. senseless.
3. bitchy.
4. half-assed.
5. no life buggers.
Unfortunately, for me, some people actually believed all those! I had a massive WTF moment, and yeah, you can understand why I ranted when I heard this.

A little history on the beatch.

She's a tiny little female who I thought was actually pretty okay early last year. When I say early, it's in the first quarter of the year. Just to clear things up once and for all, yes, there was a 2 week fling. *grr* How do I put this without sounding like a little ego-pack. *thinks* Nope, no way. So, realizing the error of my ways, I left her, and I thought, cool, that's that.
The miss calls come in. 60+ daily, day after day after day. The text messages. Annoying, senseless messages. It's not hard to see what made me extremely annoyed at this person. Some guys and I at youth even started making fly sounds whenever she talks because most of it is shyt and her trilly voice could drive even Dr. Seuss mad.
Then the shyt talking starts. Start telling my friends what a jerk I am, how desperate I am to get her back. I'm like, WHAT THE F*CK?? DO YOU NOT NOTICE THAT I IGNORE YOU, YOUR VOICE, YOUR ACTION, YOUR CALLS, YOUR MESSAGES, YOUR QUESTIONS, and YOUR LOOKS???? Did you not see? Or maybe you couldn't take a hint? Desperate my ASS.
Someone needs to lose that muffin-top layer of fat on the tight low-rise jeans. Fat sticking out of jeans is not only unsexy, its a freaking crime. Spare my eyes please.
Last year, when my mum went back to the Philippines, who gave repeated sex and blowjob offers? Hell, it was the beatch, and she said she wanted me to be special, so I'm the 7th guy she'll screw. I'll give you a second to let that statement sink in. Oh yeah, she has sex in camps, so if you know a beatch who humps ucak guys in camps, this one's your best bet.

The thing that most pissed me was that only last week (in fact, a few days ago) she was at my house! Her mum came to my place to look for my mum. Why? Because their family needed help. That's right, the family needed help. My mum spent hours talking to her crying and sobbing mum, while she was in MY living room, sitting on MY couch, watching MY movies. Oh yeah, she got hungry too, and MY mother cooked FOR her.

And in repayment, a few days later, she trash talks and gossips about me.

I don't get people.


Sunday, 10 June 2007

Headdesk Moment #17263

Stupid moment.

There I was, last Friday, playing around with my phone, listening to music, and texting people. I went into my File Manager folder (Sony Ericsson phone, so it's not called Gallery okies) and I saw at the bottom right an option that said "MORE".

For the weirdest unexplained reason, I clicked on it. 3 options.


Guess which one I pressed?



I just wanted to check the memory! *grr* That's what happens when you'r not looking properly and carelessly press a button. Stupid moment.
Total losses: 96 (yes, ninety six) songs, 200+ pictures, and 3 videos. Gah.. Have to load a new batch of songs.
So I go down at 12-ish and start putting in songs, adjusting bitrates and such and after 2 hours I was thinking, hey, I've got 40+ songs again. Unfortunately..


D'OH! *smacks head on desk, literally*

SE phones only play MP3 and MP4 format songs. 2 hours = zilch. *headdesk*

Stupid moment.

PS. I've got 11 songs back now, but since they came from my mum's laptop, my guitar thrashing rock songs are not in my phone yet. *sigh*


Friday, 8 June 2007

crazy stuff on blogthings

Your Penis Name Is...

Prince Charming

That's a lie!

Your Mexican Name Is...

Don Luz


Your Japanese Name Is...

Kisho Shigenoi

Stupid name.

You Are an Emo Rocker!

Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing.
That doesn't mean you don't rock out...
You just rock out with meaning.
For you, rock is more about connecting than grandstanding.

Ah.. As long as I keep it real I suppose.

You Are Super Spicy

You're a little bit crazy, a little bit naughty, and a whole lot of sexy.
You go beyond hot - you set people's senses on fire!

Hmm.. No comment.

Your Kissing Purity Score: 34% Pure

You're not one to kiss and tell...

But word is, you kiss pretty well.



Thursday, 7 June 2007


I started this year with some goals, and I achieved some. I'd be a lot happier if I got all, but hey, win some, lose some right? *rueful smile* Here were my goals, to be achieved before 1st of June, 2007. Starting stats are in brackets.

Weight = Under 70kg (74kg)
Waist = 34 inches (36 inches)
Formal Shirt Size = 06 (08)
Shirt Size = M (L)
10 three-pointers in one game.
1 billion offense in Darkthrone, an online game I play.
30 points per game.
15 assists per game.

I achieved each and everyone except for the last two. It's not really a big deal, as I haven't been playing basketball all that long, so plenty of time to get it down and done. *smiles*

Anyway, about the ones I achieved.

My weight is now a pretty good 68kg, for a loss of 6kg. I really did not want to lose muscle hard-gained from weight-training and basketball, so yeah, it took 5 months because I had to eat a lot. Got to replenish the stores you know.

Waist is down to 32 inches, far better than what I targeted. Pretty happy about it. I suppose abs aren't that far now, but I wouldn't count my chickens before they're hatched. Ahaha.. I tried on my secondary school pants (yes I still keep 2 pairs) which are 34" and they were super loose. Yay!! *grins*

Formal shirt size is now 06. That's really good stuff.

Shirt size is now a regular M. It's nice and snug around the shoulders which isn't a problem for me. Ahaha.. Hey, if you've got it flaunt it right? Looking like a lion's a big plus. Sans mane.

I got 17. Read post "51 points from the arc."

Goal setting's good. I'll be working on the other two. *grins*


Tuesday, 5 June 2007

Sir complain-a-lot

It's just really annoying when you meet a person who is literally full of excuses. It's just REALLY annoying! And then there was Mr. Cho Shao Kian.

I met this guy at basketball at one of the courts I play and man, he's just so full of excuses. He's actually a pretty good player but darn, when he misses one or two chances, he goes on an all-out excuse spree.

"My butt hurts today from too much jumping."
"My leg cramped."
"My finger's still painful from an accident when I was younger."
"I've got this rare condition that makes my tendon go..."
"I've got foot arch pain today."
"The wind is too strong to shoot properly today."

Come on man! SUCK IT UP!! You're a guy, everyone has their off-days! *grr*
Do you have any idea how great I'd feel if I could play like you? I've only been playing basketball for about 7 months, but you don't hear me complaining. I get mad at myself, sure, because I know I'm not at the level we play at sometimes, but for Pete's sake, stop the excuses!

If you suck, admit it and shut up.
No one enjoys hearing crap like that and we certainly do not symphatize because newsflash, playing badly happens in sport now and then. Roger Federer never had a streak so long it couldn't end. Sheesh. You don't hear him complaining about some weird disease.

Oh by the way, foot arch pain is called plantar fasciitis.