Random Lyrics

Random Lyrics

see if you can recognise the song

"in a bullet-proof vest, with the windows all closed,
i'll be doing my best, and i'll see you soon,
in a telescope lens, when all the wants is friends, i'll see you soon"
-coldplay

"this chapter's gonna be a close one, smoke rings i know you're gonna blow one,
all on the spaceship perservering, use my hands for everything but steering"
-red hot chili peppers

"what do i do to make you want me,
what do i gotta do to be heard,
what do i say when it's all over,
sorry seems to be the hardest word"
-elton john

"i like it, i'm not gonna crack,
i miss you, i'm not gonna crack
i like you, i'm not gonna crack
i killed you, i'm not gonna crack"
-nirvana

"don't you dare come to bed, with that ambiguous look in your eyes
i'd sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried"
-incubus

"what kind of future would we have, will we ever find peace?
everyone think we're crazy, they're about to call the police"
-weezer

"in the garden, i played the guitar,
i kissed your lips and broke you heart,
you, you were acting like it was the end of the world"
-u2

"feeling uninspired, think i'll start a fire
everybody run, bobby's got a gun
think you're kinda neat, then she tells me i'm a creep
friends don't mean a thing,guess i'll leave it up to me."
-stone temple pilots

"high on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits"
-suede

"this is where i went to school,
most of the time i had better things to do"
-nickelback

La-La-La...!

La-La-La...!

delirium of the endless, in conversations with her brother dream in the sandman 7, brief lives,

"is there a word that would describe then incident where you want to introduce someone, but you have forgotten the name of who you're introducing, and the name of who you're introducing him to?"

"no"

"is there a word that means you have forgotten to make love to someone that you have known for a long time?"

"no"

"is there a word that tells you that time is happening, and that nothing can be the same?"

"the word is 'change' "

there's a problem with blogging at work. i've noticed that in my previous posts which i have written in the office, all the apostrophies appear as a tangle of symbols on the blog. bloody hell, what's happening? so currently i'm using wordpad instead of MS word. is there a difference? well, i've never claimed to be tech-savvy right? i guess you could tell me.

oh shit. i forgot to put up my horrendous soccer story over at my other nonsense blog. shall type it out today.

also from sandman7:

"what do you get when there are a dozen lawyers in a pit covered up to their necks in cat shit?...

...not enough cat shit"

as accurately as my brother puts it, it's like playing chess against yourself. all you're doing to advance into the game the turn before, you will be countering in your next turn.

the universities are giving me a major, not-joking-about-this-one headache. yesterday i threw together a draft of the letter i would have to send to the universities to appeal for an extension of the deadline of confirmation or rejection of the places they have offered me. and my mum, being the meticulous secretary that she is, she editted my work and made it look really really good, but at the expense of staying up later than 2am.

wow. what a headache in the morning.

all of the sudden i want to sing. just to let it all out. i wish i could sing my throat hoarse. i want to throw my voice and break it most embarassingly, but i don't care. the novo concertate choir conductor from the philipines once told us, "hell, if you're going to do it, must as well go for it all the way. it doesn't matter if you break. do it in style." yeah man! go out blazing! anyone wants to join me for some karaoke this weekend? monday perhaps?

The Truth About Being British

The Truth About Being British

I’m not British, let’s make that clear, and neither am I some idiot who thinks anything European/American/continental is automatically superior.

But hell man, British bands are good! During my last trip down to Singapore, I bought a made in china CD, (see? I told you I wasn’t a white supremist, China is good at producing cheap originals) Oasis and Queen. I know, I know…you all are probably thinking, “Queen? WTH!”

Queen was my mum’s idea. She had this sudden urge to listen to queen coz the guitarist was one of the coaches for the American idols the other day. Their live 1982 concert recordings on two CDs cost S$9.90, while my oasis’ “don’t believe the truth” was a tad bit pricier at S$12.90.

There’s just something about them larh. The Beatles were British, right? Legendary. Suede’s British, coldplay’s British, oasis is British, Travis is British, u2 is Irish, and Franz Ferdinand is Scottish. Need I say more? Probably with the exception of travis, which actually is quite nice, all these bands lead the crazies. U2 have time and again claimed ground on the modern rock tracks and on the humanitarian front, thanks to bono.

Suede is just damn cool. Try listening to Beautiful Ones.

Oasis is one of the biggest british bands around, and franz Ferdinand…refer to the comment on suede.

Neil Gaiman is british too! Way cool.

Speaking of whom, lipjeen asked me to buy a comic for myself on her behalf. Haha, is that cute/funny/sweet or what? Thx dear!

Currently, my head’s ringing with the song “the importance of being idle” by oasis. Nice.

Another Big Headache

Another Big Headache

I’ve got news. I just received a letter from the melaka-manipal university yesterday telling me I had a place in the university. I have to reply them by the 8th of May. That is about two weeks from now. When I accept that place, I have to pay rm58000 as tuition fees for the first and second semester.

So now here’s my headache. Remember I said in the previous post that I used a shotgun instead of a rifle? Well, one of the pellets hit. The thing is I don’t know about the other pellets. If you’re confused, ask any NS guy, but if I’m not mistaken, a shotgun shell, when fired, launches several little bullets/pellets at the same time. That’s why when the town hall people, shoot the crows, they will almost always manage to hit a bird, even in mid-flight. You think they hire all the national shooters meh? There may be four, or eight, or twelve or a million pellets per shotgun shell for that matter, but a rifle shoots a single bullet. Well, using that analogy, I applied for medicine shotgun style, applying for three universities. IMU, MMMU (Malacca-manipal medical university) and NUS.

I haven’t got a reply from IMU and my interview with NUS is this Sunday/Monday, and I don’t know whether to accept he manipal one.

Frankly, I’m quite excited about going to India. It’s like a whole living-abroad experience again! I can taste the independence at the tip of my tongue already! Singapore was a blast, but I’m really looking for a new environment, be it in KL or in India. If I accept their offer, I will spend two and half years there, and complete the remaining two and a half years here. (Yeah, I know…long, huh…?)

It’s not like I don’t like living at home. God knows it’s comfortable and secure, but I really like the campus lifestyle. Chilling with the dudes till the stupid dahlan (the Victoria hall security guard) comes to scold us, sharing pirated stuff, like movies, band of brothers, the simpsons, bleach…and hiding from the authorities. I remember in CJC hostel, we were watching a vcd late into the night in my room, when aunty april came to check on us. We all scrambled to hide, impossible as it may have seemed. We were all caught, except for one guy, shaunteh who hid under my table. Haha, we had a great laugh after that. And when I lived alone, no one gave a hoot if I met up with lipjeen everyday. Hehe… (hey, don’t look at me like that! We did go out to study together also you know…)

That’s me, reminiscing the old times again.

As for my headache, nothing less than a bullet will cure it. Hmmz…okay, okay, that’s like suicidal, but well, just to tell you that this headache of mine is staying here long term. It’s about to get citizenship in my head, fo’ crying’ out loud.

Revelations from the Toilet Bowl

Revelations from the Toilet Bowl

There must be a sub-psychological influence that toilets have on the mechanics of my thinking.

First of all, thank goodness for apple and their ipods. They are lifesavers. Lately I haven’t been given too much work from my boss, so I’m quite free. While I’m not complaining about the lack of work, my situation can be boring sometimes. I’m only throwing information that comes in the faxes to our office onto excel sheets for the boss to manipulate them. So with no need to constantly make calls or listen to customers requesting amendments on their advertisements, I’m free to use my ipod. As long as I do my work, that is.

I found a bunch of peter pan songs on the windows media player on my computer. It turns out that a malay girl was using the computer before me, so that explains the songs. On Monday, I was struck by a bright idea to use my ipod as a flashdisk and transfer the songs back to my itunes at home. Only then can I put it on my ipod. To cut a long short, it worked, and I can enjoy the three songs I chose, ada apa denganmu, taman langit, and mungkin nanti.a

Back to the toilet… I thought, hey, since I don’t have an internet connection, I’ll blog on a word document first, and then transfer it to my ipod, bring them home, and then just copy, paste and some minimal editing.

I’ve read so many books recently! Whoo! A week ago I read ‘american gods’ by neil gaiman. That book was superb! Gaiman is a genius. Even Stephen king thinks so (I know, coz they always print accolades to the writer/book on the paperback covers.). This week I just finished ‘the life of pi’, and yes yeekiat, it is a great book. Today, I’m going to start ‘state of fear’ by Michael Crichton. Can’t wait. The previous book he talked about nano-particles, and the one before that he explored the possibility of parallel universes. I wonder what this one will be about.

Till next time!

What Just Happened?

What Just Happened?

okay, for updates' sake, i'm now working at BASF at menara telekom. i'm on the twenty-fifth floor, beside the windows, and the view is magnificent. you can see the haze everywhere!

my boss is this really cheena guy called mr too. so, i'm wan, and he's too. haha, that's the que! either: A) Slap your forehead; or, B) Laugh

i'm a Christian, so, HAPPY EASTER. rejoice in the love so pure.

there were so, so many things that i wanted so say in this post, but somehow, like the elusive deborah gohs or the serene hengs or the zhisins or (sometimes) the ngeezhengs that always seem to disappear the moment you're online, all those nicely, neatly arranged thoughts vanished without a trace.

what a day.

i went to work, after which i spent an hour with my jobstreet colleagues at a mamak stall. i sms-ed my mum, "mum, i'll be going for a drink with my jobstreet friends, so i'll be coming back a little later."
she replied, "okay, try not to drink too much alcohal, and please and tell your friends that you have to take an injection later."

haha, i had teh tarik.

anyway, i later had to go for my second hepatitis B jab. i forgot all about it on the ninth, when it was scheduled for it, so, oh well...

i got shortlisted for the NUS medicine course! how sia! no offense to singaporeans but i really don't want to study in singapore anymore. i complied with my parents' wishes to go for the universities with a shotgun and not a rifle. you get the idea. so i applied everywhere.

this month, i have/had:
interview for consideration for my current job post
ielts interview so access my speaking skills
interview at malacca-manipal medical university ("are you a deejay? you look like one." go figure)
and next sunday/monday, interview at NUS.

if this carries on, i would be quit my job and start working as an interviewee consultant.

my advice: don't ask your dad for a tie. mine gave me a gaudy one.

chaoz!

Something Overdue...

Something Overdue...

i've decided what to say. in a relationship, the best defense isn't offence. what do i mean...? take for example this conversation:

personA: what a jerk you are. you didn't even bother to help that old lady across the road.
personB: eee-leh! you lehz??!! that day you just sat down ignorantly in the train despite that very pregant lady in front of you...
personA: as if you are so kind litat lah! you saw that old lady and me at crossing the road, why didn't you help her?

now. isn't that just pissing-offing. that's my family. there's no such thing as an apology for the mistakes that you make. never. all you do in an argument is to dig up as much shit about the other person as possible. i was brought up that way. nowadays i have to constantly keep myself in check to make sure i apologise for my misdeeds. silly isn't it. well... this is what family does to you.

An Extended Weekend

An Extended Weekend

Well, what a weekend this one was! First the reporting, then my thoughts.

I left for Singapore on Saturday afternoon after I collected my IELTS results with lipjeen. The International English Language Testing System is a requirement for IMU and I have to get at least a band 6.5 (highest 9) in order to gain admission. Failing that I would have to pay another RM 495 to sit for the IELTS again, but at least 90 days after the first attempt. Well anyway, I GOT A BAND 8.5! whoo! I can’t say I was proud of my A level results, but for this, yes! Haha. For the conversation component I had the interviewer laughing about my horrendous soccer skills you know! Haha, never mind, visit http://www.iuhgnimnaw.blogspot.com/ for the story.

I left at 1.30 in the afternoon, after some dim sum (steamed dumplings – cheena food) and knowing that journey to Singapore would probably take at most 6 hours, I was optimistic about making the most of my time. I wanted to buy my return train ticket, and then meet up for dinner with my much missed, often thought of, and fondly remembered friends, (thanks to qadir for getting everything sorted out!) and then go and catch some shut-eye.

Forgetting to take into consideration heavy weekend traffic, I arrived at the woodlands checkpoint at 9pm. Talk about wrecked plans huh?

AND YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK-IEST THING IS???

There’s no toilet from before the JB customs till AFTER the woodlands one! And to think I spent about an hour on the causeway!! (Okay, I’m thinking of making a smart remark about burst bladders here, but words and ideas fail me)

Had dinner on the first night with yeekiat, engtze, qadir (ERS nut), shiyuan (sispec/six-pack? nut) Jeffrey goh and fairuz.

All in all, my trip to Singapore was a swell one. I’ve always liked visiting Singapore. =) hmm, shall make up more excuses to go down. Singapore’s like a place that I know well, is a half home, half holiday for me like that larh. My friends are there, and I get to take leave! Muahahaha…

The interviews for medicine were okay. But you’d be surprised just how many turned up for the essay test there! There were so many VJ people! The minute I got to the hall, (and not a minute too early either) I saw sheena quek, Eugenia, and farah (I had to stop and think hard to remember her name). In the hall I dashed forward to give a nice wring on the ear of faisal ahmad, caught a glimpse of a venkat (*gasps*), saw jianli, winghong, hatta (who got a little fatter). Who could miss that huge planet of Malaysian-thai parentage? Or a snow-woman with glasses? I also did some guys and a gal from another class, all of whom I quite dislike actually.

I met up with eddie susan tianglim, o-wern, konjien and yeekiat for dinner on Monday night too.

Thanks to yeekiat for letting me stay over at his uncles place, and of course, warmest gratitude to the uncle and aunt!

If I Could Say Something...

If I Could Say Something...

i was sitting in the office toilet and my mind just started to wonder around.

it occured to me that blogging is actually, well, pointless. the only thing that blogs are for, to me at least, is to keep in touch. i mean it's not always that easy for people to pop onto MSN all at the same time and chat, right? it is not cheap to message people or call them too, so well... there's hope that my friends will update their blogs and i would have a glimpse of their lives, even from far away. in fact, if they so wished, every person in the world could check out what's going on in my friends' lives, if they so wished. all they need is a computer with a reasonable internet connection. well, maybe for some blogs with all sorts of funny thing on them like armando's, wanxin's or wenling's, even that might not be enough. poor zimbabwean blog surfers.

well, picking up where that thought left off, i wondered about my own blog. like how i tell my prospective clients that their advert can potentially reach all the 900,000 people registered on our databases, my blog could potentially be read by those around the world (minus some zimbabweans...) with too much time. too much time, and crazy enough to type out 'shoobeedoowop' in the address field, and walaah! a hit!

so, if i could say something to the world, what would i say??

a thought to keep my mind alive. at least for another day.

Menara TM

Menara TM

this building is that weird building smack in the middle of KL that is shaped like a wind sail of a gaint yatch. it closely mirrors the structure of the burj al-arab hotel at dubai. bloody copycats.

anyway, this building is supposed to be telekom's flagship and in all honesty, i didn't find it as impressive as i thought it would be.

i went to the 25th floor for an interview with an mnc in the chemical line there. i hope i get the job, though i'll have to be clad in formal clothes while working there. it ain't no jobstreet.

i met this gal on the way out of the building's lobby. she asked me to show her the LRT station, which was where i where i was going anyway. so i did. i mistook her for somebody who had just had her SPM/O-levels, but she actually finished it a long time ago. (i'm bad at this kinda things....)i won't say what race she is, lest my friends call me racist, but lets just say...she's one of those people who really want to protect their scalps from the scorching sun. her name i forgot already, but i tell you man, she was... eyur... she had enlarged blackheads/pores on her chin and i could actually see a fine growth of hair along the chin if seen against a light-coloured background. aiyoh!

okay okay, i shan't judge people. she was quite nice actually.

i just answered the question i asked a day or two ago: 'why am i working so hard?'

well, i may not get the job at menara tm, so will have to continue. at least for the time being.

will try to make time for SOV in may. excuse to go down to singapore.

sleepy... feels like this working life is so mundane.

Why Am I Working So Hard...?

Why Am I Working So Hard...?

frankly, i don't know. here's a little update on whats hapenning today.

i found out that there's a job opportunity for me. there's a company that needs a data entry person. he is to handle stuff on microsoft excel and also preferrably mandarin-speaking. pays RM 1000, and the office is located along the LRT lines. so that means it's convenient for me. what else? i applied for the job, and tomorrow i'm having an interview.

i'm in a dilemma now as to whether to leave or not. i may be able to pull in more sales this month. but it ain't easy la dudes...so how? in march, all my sales came in in the second half of the month and i got roughly RM 770. if i continued at that pace this month, and i mean the whole of this month, i could potentially earn more than a measly RM 1000 job. but so how!! argh!!

maybe i've had enough of sales. maybe it's time to do something slack but still get some money...
so that brings about another question. if i am going to quit telemarketting at jobstreet soon, why am i working so hard today?

gonna miss the people here though...

doo-doo-da-doo....!