ohno, the time has come again. the time of cakes and songs and wishes and things in strings.

well well... knowing that there's a possibility that you're cracking your head thinking of what to get me. (i may be wrong! hahaha....) here's something to help you out.

my wishlist:

things that i want, but will never get:

1. bones that still have 2-3 years worth of growth left in them

2. a new voice box. 2nd hand, i don't mind. if possible get me brandon boyd's, or chris cornell's.

3. the mitsubishi lancer gsr (no, it's not a washing machine). i know the nissan gtr is coming out, but i think the lancer screams attitude.

4. fingers of lightning that will set fire to the fret board of the guitar.

5. more hours in a day and less things to do.

6. a better brain.

7. better song-writing skills.

things that i need:

1. a new bag.

2. a new pair of running shoes.

3. a nice bottle that doesn't drip.

things that i want:

1. an electric guitar. looking at a squier strat with a humbucker pickup.

2. a new game console: either a ps2, ps3, or xbox 360.

3. the CD Diorama, from silverchair.

4. clothes.

5. shoes.

6. a six-pack of 500ml heinikens.

7. a fishman acoustic guitar pickups.

8. an ipod with a bigger storage capacity.
9. a new guitar tuner. mine is shy, and will only pick up the sounds when noone is looking

10. a new guitar bag.

11. guitar picks.

so, there it is. i've got a mountain of stuff to do. i've got to prepare for osce practice tomorrow, i've gotta tidy up my room before i fool myself into thinking that i've stepped into a badly run pig sty. i've gotta get up early to get to IMU and print notes for the photocopying gang, i've got to pack along some clothes for wednesday's rugby (gasp) practice, and school, and last of all... i've got to study. oh gosh, someone kill me now. *cue the sad face: =(

Pee Bee Ale.

oh gosh. luckilly my dear lippie woke me up this morning waaaay before school started. then i have time to do PBL (and to write this too, i suppose). thanks dear!


okay. see you all tonight!


quack.

La-la, La-la (Cockle Song)

if you have ever asked me what i like doing, chances are, one of the things i said i liked was singing. that is if i wasn't in a kinky mood... but ask me if i like it today and i'll throw a resounding no in your face. maybe i'll hack and cough for a little emphasis too.


woah. today i have no lectures, but i had to go to school to perform 'hey there delilah' for the closing of the art competition. haha! i was so proud of my band! kelvin and seng chye took over the mic duties and i did the harmonies. for the first time in explosive diarrheoa's history, we had back-up singing. well, of course, seng chye decided wisely to cut short our performance by forgetting a whole verse and then we all fumbled at the end of the song. still, it wasn't a bad performance, and worse things have happened. like losing the AC supply to the multi-effects board when it is time for the guitar solo.


then we went to the music room to jam with ben lim, and then i had problem based learning, and then we had a wild goose chase for a llama, seng chye, and then we went jamming again! i'm gonna kill myself.


okay, bye. gonna scratch my sandfly bites and take a shower and then scratch my sandfly bites and then scratch my sandfly bites and then curse the sandflies and then swear and oath of vengence against the sandflies, and then finally realise that i wish i hadn't had skin, then maybe i won't itch and then i'll just go to sleep.


watch out malacca. lamer coming your way.

The Enemy: The Sandfly

hi there gentle readers! looks like i've been MIA for quite some time already. well, the thing is i've been on holiday for the past week over hari raya, and i have been spending time at my mother's place (i blog almost exclusively at my dad's place) and then, i went to climb a mountain.

it was gunung liang east and west. do i hear you say, "isn't that two?" haha, well, the peak is a twin peak. the peaks have a height difference of about 8metres and are a 5min trek apart. so there you have it. it was in perak. somewhere between slim river and tanjung malim.

gah, i've got the overwhelming urge to back blog and tell you in excruciating detail of the whole climb, but well, if i blog too much, i'm not studying enough, so i won't. suffice to say that so far, this was the hardest mountain i've ever climbed la. the mountain must've been a female mountain, coz like all female twin peaks, this one was particularly hard to conquer. haha.

right now, my car stinks of dampness, coz the people i drove back from the mountain were all sopping wet when they stepped into my car. my clothes are a certain shade of brown, my legs are itching like madness thanks to the sandflies, and one of my toenails is infected. oh heaven.

anyway, i had five juniors in my group. le min, sophia, peggy, john and justin. haha. justin owes me a buck (or five) coz that guy was such a noobie to camping he didn't bring any instant noodles!!! only crackers. thankfully, i had an extra pack of five in the trunk of my elephant, just in case this kinda thing happened. oh, come one, the elephant thing was a joke. trunk of my car, okay? haha...

gotta eat a pear and tidy up my room. tomorrow i'll go the blood bank, where i find blood ties, blood feuds, blood EVERYTHING LARH!

goodbye world. for now.

Fly

this is gonna be a long one. watch out. garh. i'm gonna rant and rave.


i'm currently having diarrhea, or dire rear as jon au puts it. gahz. i SMSed my girlfriend to tell her that.


i should have mesaged "heya, your boyfriend's stomach is threatening detach from the eosophagus and unravel inside-out into the toilet bowl" but what came out was this "heya dear. i think i just shitted out my liver. miss you." anticlimax? well, go break a leg.


speaking about missing people, there's a few people that i'm definitely going to miss, in more ways that one. i'm talking about my band. kelvin, seng chye, matthew and anthony and ben. all of them are going PMS! oh, you rich people, how can i not begrudge you for being rich when you leave me stranded here? i lament the death of my music 'career'.


i really want to get and electric guitar, and expand my abilties. you know, maybe someday i'll be like that snow patrol guy, what's his name again? ah hell.


but i've got a plan as soon as i'm in seremban, i'll go around the night clubs / pubs and see if they're interested in looking for a singer/songwriter (the last bit is still pending) and see if i can take my music from there.


oh sure, i could coach joonheng or lipjeen to play bass and keyboards in the band, but i dunno man. we'll see.


speaking of which, i should get down to penning some stuff to say. oh, yea yea, i know shakespear hates my emo poems and God kills a kitten everytime i write a stupid rhyme, but seeing that my body is full of aches, my heart is in tatters, my brain is busted, and my gut is having it's own protest march to the anus, i think this is the best time.


for it is said in the sandman,


"it is sometimes a mistake to climb; it is always a mistake to never even make the attempt. if you do not climb, you do not fall. this is true. but is it that hard to fail, that hard to fall? sometimes you wake, and sometimes, yes, you die. but there is a third alternative. sometimes when you fall, you fly."


so pen to paper, pedal to the metal and balls to the drawing board. here i come. fly.

Alive

there's this very masochistic quote that jimmy printed out once on an infinity milers' flyer. me, lipjeen and jankee had a good laugh about it. it went something like:

somewhere in the world, somebody else is training when you are not. and when you race him, you will lose.

tell me you're not laughing your spleen out.

anyway, today, i ran four rounds around the bukit jalil park pond. parts of the pond smell differently. one portion is a-smell (no smell), one portion is normo-smellic (common pond smell), another portion is necro-smellic (something dead), some part is chloro-smellic (smell of algae) and if i'm not wrong there's a small part that's fish-o-smellic (oh, come on. use your brain.)

i also did about ten pullups! (sadly, not all at once...) and about 50 sit-ups. whoohoo. that can only mean one thing. that is tomorrow i will ache from head to toe. well, i didn't do a head workout or a toe exercise, but you get my drift.

i won't lie to you. i kinda like that lactic-acid muscle ache feeling. somehow it enhances the perception of self. it's like suddenly you're very aware of what you are doing, and every movement is intentional and controlled. well, mostly 'coz you're aching so much. but i can't help but feeling alive somewhat.

anyway. i once wrote here that everyday, i should do at least four things. eat a fruit (check! fruit: apple), study a little (check! before PBL today), exercise (check!) and do some music stuff...

i'm only left with one, lacking which i feel my day will be a little incomplete.

looks like it's time to bug the neighbours again.

chaioz!

Dear Jimmy

well, our beloved club prez and good friend has sent us, the commitee members an email to tell us to be more united! well, techincally, i'm not part of the commitee, and even then i help out lorh....

well, guess i'm guilty by association then. what he said was true! but there's just one thing. we never signed up to be a part of the commitee and sold our soul to it as well. please understand that people have a lot of other things going on in their lives as well...

like always, i've got to tend to the disease of PBL (problem-based lanchiao, if you haven't guessed alr) and i've gotta write less.

every weekend i eargerly visit shi yuan's blog, but this time, he left so many personal details of his online. the identity thieves will have a field day if they find it.

signing off...

duckie.

EEE-YAH!!!

eeeyah. goodness. it's a saturday afternoon and my darling abandoned me. (yes, that's
right, sob sob sob away....)


shit shit shit. i'm blogging on joon hengs laptop and his touch pad is so sensitive. has he been touching it a lot? eh eh eh...out of nowhere, it highlighted a whole portion of my text and sent it to hell. damn. so i'm typing a new part.


the sun is blazing in the sky. like someone sent a spaceship of steroids to the sun and kicked it into overdrive.


and joon heng beside me, just muttered "i feel like cutting my hair" same here la. gahz. i'm so bored. bored bored.

i want:

an electric guitar
an xbox 360 and halo 3
a new car, like the mitsubishi lancer gsr
new running shoes


where's a (rich) guardian angel when you need one.

Problem-Based Lanciao La!

you know in my uni there's this thing called problem-based learning. basically, for a supposedly 'new approach to teaching' and encouraging 'life-long learning', we pay more and the people in the university work less.

i got back from training today. the juniors are very good actually. i manage to do three rounds of the lake under 7 minutes. shit man. this is bad. my target: by the end of the month, under 8minutes, for four rounds. my muscles were protesting so badly that i, as a responsible and a empathatic boss, had to declare emergency leave, and took a nap.

i got up at 12.30am and i was supposed to read up on anemias, but ended up looking for tabs of the interstate love song. damn nice. i had to screw around with a chord, coz the tabbers got it wrong. still, i'm not entirely convinced i've got it right. ask me to sing it for you one day. it's a smashing song.

okay. anemias are calling. somehow, feeling so free, in contrast with last week, feels so strange. studying feels somewhat familiar. oh no, IMU may eventually succeed in creating a 'life-long learner' in me after all. screw la.

Hiccough-Seng

me, anthony and seng chye were doing some groccery shopping in carrefour after jamming tonight. and out of nowhere seng chye started hiccoughing!!


it was totally, totally hillarious man!!! hahaha...it was loud enough to be heard ten feet away. haha...anthony would give seng chye a shove, and see if he would stop....

and it did! seng chye goes, "eh, i think it worked laHICCOUGH!"

me and anthony were guffawing from between the aisles to the counters... haha...