KAJANG

a place without net.without wireless.without broadband.

a place of seclusion.

a deserted area for recluse.

a place where i would not dare dream of.

literally,


in my tiny house.

cause streamyx services SUCKS big time.in my tiny house. I've got some unfinished business with them. I've been busy with my finals. and now it's done, i shall fulfill my responsibility as a consumer. fight for consumer rights!!!!!

I'm NOT getting what I'd paid for. so, is time to lodge a complain!!!!!if not you're gonna lost another customer. after all, it has all become a norm to you all...

TM Net HERE I COME!!!!!

calls VS sms-es

which one you'd prefer?

personally, i'ma call person. ironically, i sms-ed more than i called. in fact, calls are cheaper if compared to smses cause you wouldn't need to send more than one text messages to get your message across.

we'll see the point by carrying out a teeny observation. it's so practical and close-to-heart, you wouldn't believe it...

exhibit A

a lil bit of intro about exhibit A. let's just call exhibit A as A. she's addicted to calls. like really 24/7. you don't need to know where her calls are coming from. It's a no brainer guess. 2 ways communication, meaning calls to and fro from the other side. every time on msn, if no reply/response/answer. don't bother nudging. call queen is doing her business.

exhibit B
(without my phone, no cuisine tastes like heaven)

exhibit B. poor gal. she had no idea of this. she smses alot. and , she receives lotsa smses toooo. it's like one way beeping and there goes another reply from her side. i think the party who sms-es her really has lots to say. but i bet she has the skill to keep on going with her smses judging from her typing speed. if there's any speed challenge, she should be crowned as the queen. all hail the sms queen!!

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evidence : Exhibit A


#1
(aiyo dear, don't worry la I'm with <...>, nyer...)



#2
(after 20 mins: you eat lice de or not jek?...)


#3
(after 40 mins: aiya dear, you bely funny oh *still clinging it tight*)

VS

evidence: Exhibit B


eh!!? salah gambar (wrong pic), solly ah



#1


#2


#3
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(everytime she smses she looks like dat lar. so, different pics also looked alike)




get what i mean?

the truth is (my point is..)

it doesn't really matter. cause i loved both. when I'm sick of typing I just dialed. when I'm sick of dialing, I just speed dialed. or even when I'm sick of calling, I went MIA and wait for smses. finally I received smses. I simply........... delete it.....



actually,



i replied it .... then, only deleted it.....

unless...


my phone got barred. which it will be like ... some times..... most of the times.... maybe ....

and when I'm bored. I go back to basics to calls/ smses.

the circle of communication... how beautiful...


ps: wtf... this post is practically a nuisance.... just a teaser for both of you girls. lovesSs

the tradition lives

old photos i found from my files. there're lotsa them. transition from nothing to something. from novice to pro (not pro as in pro but improved to advanced, if not intermediate ba), from junior to senior. from 10 members to 20-30 now. people come and go. some stayed on. new faces. old ones. those who cannot split, now can already attempt full stretch. many improved. with no basics to some skills learnt. all thanks to PICs who dedicated to teaching us, diligently. thank you...

6.15 grand cultural event

credits: Nelson Chee (one of SGM's photographer)

no matter what, the passion lives on. for dancers, the missions are never ending and everlasting. the mission; culture and art for the society to promote peace, as well as happiness and hope.

... the tradition lives....

*** to be continued

"No matter how healthy, intelligent or affluent we may be, if our minds are weak, then our happiness will also be frail and brittle. Our minds of faith, moreover, enable us to bring out the full potential in all things and situations, so it is crucial that we strive to forge our minds of faith."

--quoted by Daisaku Ikeda

update: my recent condition has slacken me, myself and I in many ways. no matter how wise and best of advices i seek forth; will pose no effect on me if my mind is weak. this quote i stumbled upon, strikes on me as an awakening signal; as a reminder. A reminder to strengthen the fundamentals in life.

my-not-so-fun-vacation-hiatus

TIME moved on without me tagging alongside. moved so fast i could not keep up on track but still, I insisted in taking big strides just to keep up with pace. I almost broke down. In fact, I did.
I was having such tough times. not only in studies, but many other aspects in life you could never imagine. I never said much. nor did so much to be compared to others. yet, life's so compelling that it never failed to amuse you with surprises. ~~~

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I find it most inconvenient to transfer my pics using a USB cable connected to my sony. not that it's any latest model. even if it is, it has nothing to do with its blue tooth cause apparently, my lappy is the culprit. it does not have bluetooth functions. what kinda lappy is this right? that gaming-kinda-notebook by ASUS. (i don't game, i hate gaming but my bro insisted on buying this cause it's so 'cool', so cool that it's so heavy too...note: big screen)

ASUS doesn't give me prob. it has been good. i have no regrets even after my love-hate relationship with it for approx 3 yrs? but seriously, some people DO have prob with ASUS. well, i supp'd if the majority has no prob with and you're the only one, perhaps you need to get yourself lappy checked.

so, after pics transfered, i compiled a whole load of it, filtered it (not photoshopping, no time lar), and choose the best (pretty ugly pics of myself are best, sure to capture attention esp kiasu girls) to post up.

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I was in Klang yesterday night. watching my guy performing his sax (he plays good sax--no pun intended)

no no... no pics taken. cause I was in sucha a rush and lazy I didn't make up. and no, i won't be caught dead , ashamed, yadayada without make up. not that I got porcelain complexion, but simply never really bothers me to go out without make-up. I'm glad I still got a lil pinch of confidence in me.

see this....

A CUP
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yes, a cup lar--what were you thinking?
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so?

YOU: what about that static cup? it's white and nothing special. even if it's imported from IKEA or any where else. it's a friggin cup.

kopisai: yeah, you're right. it's just a friggin cup. not just any cup. it's special coz it's been tattooed with dirt all over it. and this special treat is only from pizza hut. special branch from klang. serve you filth right on the spot.

yummy, tastes like dirt

do I look like a dirt eater to you? so did I complain? nope. I didn't. usually I would. not on that day. cause many things on my mind. and the best part was what-you-know. the place is so congested (they didn't open the area upstairs to the public), and and... that malay lady had the guts to asked us pay up the bill asap!!!

ok lar... not so nice to sit so long right, but me and my sis had to wait for my guy and had no where to go... coz the whole part of that klang area (where ever that is) is haunted !!! i don't know la if you believe in ghosts. I don't. it gives that haunted feeling only. no where else to go. looks a place to find your daily "chicken" meal..

then nevermind lor...most du lan (irritating) part is they serve my iced milo in this-->

whoa, do I look like I don't know how to drink from a glass???!!!

complimentary: another dirt-stained glass.also, their plates. everything lar.maybe their pots and pans are also dirt-stained.staffs for sure. i so banned this place ...

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what i made (part of it) for my bf.

Happy birthday, dear

my 1st creation. no recipes. nothing. just a thought or two. was a busy week. need fast and creative thing. hence, this creation. not superb. just edible. more room for improvement. once again, thanks so much dear for buffing all that up. *so touched* T_T

resolution: better bday surprises for him every year.

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some random pic of Amy. only a lil of editing done. mainly, played with the contrasts and lighting. that's it...

editted

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before editted--deleted--


another random pic of hers

note: I'm not gay. nor a fan of hers. I just thought she had SOME good pics. it'll be better next time after i got a new cam (wishes). why i'd say SOME good pics cause 90% of the time, this model merely covers up 70% of her features coz of her kawaii (jap for cute)*peace* -- jeez

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i got annoyed with how this kancil parked s/his car that it almost poses threat to other motorists, so i took down s/his pic...

before you cusses kancil ho, I myself drives one cause i'm not that rich lo. driving big and lavish cars doesn't equate a person to being a good driver. money doesn't buy skill. you train to get it. but seriously, this kancil-zai really mengsiah-suehkan (embarrassing)

another incident....

can see or not?
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nevermind
this one sure can
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wa lao, cut the que like no one's biz?

honestly, I don't mine that he cuts my que. but the way he does the cutting? seriously p*sses me off. coz he got no manners. he just budge in. soooooo friggin close. and keeps tagging behind that MyVi. so i just stared at him............ stared with that puzzled-agitated look. but he's thick skinned man... then .. then...

i kept an eye on his car plate---- gov car. ***speechless***

Q-cutter: get outta my way.my car's bigger than yours?! and I'm higher in status since I belonged to the dotdotdot...

wt--fudge

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end this with happy story..

once upon a time, two sisters named A and M were bored studying in MCD. so, they had a discussion and it was the best one ever because they both had came up with a theory of what the next generation might look like (origins: parents).

mami

+

dadi


=



product

AND


one big hepy family

artists: A & M

***end***

my life suck with --you

you--exams--yeah--you

24 hours before test: nothing to study. after all it's just a listening test (English proficiency)

7 hours before worrying: still zzzZZZzzz

4 hours before the time: woke up and attended sociology economics class (this week's classes ARE COMPULSORY!)

1 hour before the doom: at KFC meeting the B and the F.

15 mins before that crap: arrived punctually ... miraculously ...

5 mins before that sh*t: still waiting for other course mates to arrive.... CALMLY....

1440: test starts (not on time) ... but still as calm as a sea without sharks...

during test: SH*T... what's that word again? was it ARbitrary or ORbitrary ... bodoh la.. how can i make such mistake ... i know I've seen this somewhere ...

1600: ber-emo-emo-ing at class. other coursemates left for home. me and a few more girls sulking and planning on the next *evil* plan


every semester passed by and you never seemed to fail me... making me down each time i got ????-ed (<--insert verb) by you.. walking outta the hall feeling like a loser with the big L on the forehead. I never seemed to have got over you. but someday, you'll just put me thru all that trouble with flying birds ...colours i mean.... and it all belong to the past.... past.... past... pass.... i mean pasT....

that solemn vow,...

which lasts you for a lifetime (our granny's era), or not (our era) ...



*marriage*



people get married at such a young age these days. In our 21st century, it's not really a norm to settle down at 20 or so isn't it? there are too many things to pursue, for some ambitious peeps i think...



personally, being the 'weaker' sex as claimed by the dominant male chauvinists.... i do, think that we ought to be equipped with education and human rights just so to protect our dignity and of course,human rights in the event that misfortune takes place... self created misfortune that is...

long ago where those days when 'I do' is being taken as a solemn vow. a vow for a lifetime--till death do us apart... now... till divorce do us apart...

much like I-gotta-settle-down 'cause I-can't-afford-to-lose-him... or ... now it's the time to lay back and produce babies. so let's get married 'cause it's part and parcel of life.

if not .. women ages like the Christmas tree and loses its function/role after 25 years old (er...i mean 25th of Dec)



well, everyone can plan their future but as far as i can see, people will make a whole load truck full of dungs, promising that I'll love you forever and ever... truthfully, you'll never know about that forever thingy 'cause you're no Creator... and therefore, shit happens.

no matter what, one should never fear nor retreat under any circumstances and shine like a hero in his armor, keep challenging every tasks/obstacles till one worn out by age. not by defeat. that's when you can truly determine your strength and self-worthiness.not beaten up by those jerks 'cause you can never be too sure whom is The One, ergo, smart girls do not rely solely on that piece of precious paper you signed in R.O.M, but always on your precious self <3 -end-

a profession as a whore...

earns you a bomb. I'm talking about 'high class' pimping. yup.

the trend sets in. more demand from young chics for LVs and Gucci. who can blame 'em? materialistic? not being brought up in a decent background? or the quest for looking elegant?
those damned bags.

Japan; one of the biggest, notorious porno producer, exclusively recruits young girls (sometimes virgins and school girls) to entertain the world of horny bastards and sluts. hey, it's not cheap to pay these gals to show their assets mind you. my point is, girls turned sluts because of the need to satisfy their hunger for designers. 'cause people will be judging you from the Lvs you carry instead of peeping into your loose cunt beneath that lingerie. of course, being young, naive, easily lured into the world of blings often set loose boundaries to where these girls had decided to ditch their values and forge for temporary luxuries. truth is... they cannot afford Guccis and Pradas. they're not well-off or loaded with cash. they'd rather be starved dead than caught dead in faux leather.

On top of fashion statement reinforcement (clothes, shoes, accessories, etc), good style apparently looks more interesting with fake boobies and nose. as if LV cries for help after being chaperoned away by plain-jane. and after they're done with the boobs and nose, they felt that deep-set eyelids is a must. one thing after another, and the list goes on..... welcome to the world on 'fine-living'!!

so i'd lose the thought of becoming a whore when one pimp (she's a whore too) approached me to do the job. whoa. not only it comes with the package service thingy, the pay is also friggin lucrative to resist. a month ... the top 'sales'-slut.. can earn like RM 10,000+++... wtf... it's like.. you don't need education to slog your youth away, just simple A-B-C.u.n.t to pump those juices flowing... who can blame those bimbos if they can't read moral and thought humping was a better option.... I'm sorry. i'm not trying to be biased. considering some whore actually thought of it as a profession.. wtf. (note: one recount in the UK i clearly recalled, a prost wrote a book of her sexual encounters and how she thought the profession was awesome-- all that she ever wanted)

sadly, of anyone whom i least expected. such disgrace befallen upon my surroundings. recently, this girl I'd never thought would so daringly exposed herself to this sexual gimmick by attracting all wrong attentions. 1st time of all, i'd thought it was gross. it's all too norm a scenario for me to imagine. anyone having sex is simply a biological set of moves. but knowing someone who's acquainted to you doing this... simply.. unforgivable....
--that was the sole reason for my desperate concern for that young lass.too depressing for any pretty lass like her to sell away her body... and soul... most importantly, values... -end-

ps: No names were mentioned... don't argue with me on this. you may leave comments but please read at your own pleasure, if not, offense.

Idol of the Month (March)

Katy Perry

she's got that doll look. yet, being tough and crude in her lyrics proves that she's no one to mess with. she's got a distinctive note to her songs. and her words hit you like no other cusses.

notwithstanding, her sense of fashion is outrageously--cool. out of the world. insanely one of a kind. in a better way or none. this gorgeous gown she adorns, snapped my attention with envy. so pretty and so taken aback by words.. simplistically gorgeous until I'd decided to better credit the designer or else I'm overwhelmed with guilt. C'mon. I salute the person who comes up with this piece. and that gurl who wears it ?.... elegance executed and knocked everyone else to the floor at that what-so-ever-event-of-the-night. finally, mission accomplished.

a few more hours gone...

no thanks to my bimbo low-skilled IT knowledge.

not that you gotta be an IT expert to handle it. just that, I'm such an idiot that I practically deleted the whole damn blog template. and to make things worse. with no backups. so...

1. my links disappeared
   
2. layout screwed up
   
3. lucky 'nuf, my posts are still up =.=
4. another few more hours, gone!!!

bad day... jinxed by the net.
I'm so exhausted. I can no longer face the screen. I'm slowly blinding my vision.... fading... away.......