Bummer.

Come and gone, the Yuletide season has. Somehow, for reasons unbeknownst, I honestly didn't really 'feel' that Christmasy 'feeling'. *Quote Sandra* Anywyas, is Christmas supposed to be tangible? I don't know. Well, at least knowing the true reason and meaning amidst all those festivities'd suffice. No? Heck. 2days from now and we'd all welcome 2008. And with it all its unventured and uncertain forays, awaiting to be unravelled. But it bloody smacks hard; it's SPM year. Make or break, baby.

And I'm able to pen this post now courtesy of the very thoughtful managerial staff of the hotel which i happen to be residing now while vacationing in Penang. G Hotel.

I dunno man. Lotsa things've changed in Penang. The Char Kueh Teows don't really taste as good as it used to.

Heck. I'm honestly just typing this post for the sheer heck of it. I'm just utilising the free WiFi that the hotel's offering my parents and me via the exec. lounge cos we're allowing them to dig deeper into our bank accounts in exchange for a more comfy albeit temporary living space.

I misss all of you fellas, Shengers, Aaron, the lot la.

And oh, you too, little girl =(

Laters.

Hiatus (Like I Ever Needed One).

Picture this; A boy. Sitting atop an abandoned residential apartment project. Dilapidated walls, shattered glass, aged concrete, mossy tiles, the works.

Shit la. I'm so sorry fellas for not updating in ages (months, more like.) I've been getting loads of stick for not doing so. But I'm not penning this post cos of that; I just feel this (very sudden) urge to do so. But I bet most people'd stop or given up viewing my blog anyway. Haha.

Anyways, been contributing most of my time and sweat lately towards (yes, lads) my job. Yes la, common sight, cliche way to while away the 2 months school break. But, I must say, it is definitely more than just about the money. For me, the focal reason that i chose to get myself a job is to gain (invaluable) experience. The money's a bonus and a plus point. And to broaden my views and perspectives on everday life, the rat race, the corporate ladder, internal conspiracies and disputes, the works.

And I can honestly say that through working there (La Gourmet House), I've learnt a whole new lot of things and gained knowledge and unexchangeable experiences that I wouldn't ever trade for. And I daresay that these experiences have in turn made itself into a catalyst that'll mold me; my demanour, personality, attitude (definitely and hopefully for the better) and in turn my future pathways and forays as well.

Whoo. Enough about myself and work.

Anyways, following below are the steps and stuff thet you need to make a 'cocktail' which I concocted late one night after returning from work. Yes, a wee bit of alcohol is used. Use a beer glass for this, not beer mugs or wine glasses as it needs suffificient amounts of the involved liquids.

Peach Infused Red Bubbly
-San Pellegrino or soda water (sparkling water like Perrier'd do too)
-Approx. 3 or 4 teaspoons of peach syrup (preferably Monin)
-Good red wine preferably shiraz
-Few wedges of lemon

(Shakers aren't necessary for this drink but using one will bring out the earthy flavours of the shiraz, giving the drink a fuller taste.)

Start off by filling the glass until 3 quarters with ice. Then in with the soda water. followed by the peach syrup. Stir with a bar or dessert spoon. Then the red wine, approx 2 to 2 and a 1/2 tbps or to taste. Finish off with a squeeze of lemon juice. Don't forget to stir! There you have it. Voila.

A shortcut to making this drink in the absence of Monin peach syrup and soda water is by using peach sodas. So you'd only have to use the peach soda instead of soda water and peach syrup. Glinter( a new Taiwanese brand) peach flavoured sodas will do fine.

Using soda water, peach sodas or sparkling water like San Pellegrino or Perrier will 'lift' the red wine, thus creating 'red champagne' or bubbly. (Champagnes, bubblies and bruts are normally white.)

And in the absence of shiraz wines, cabernet sauvignon, sauvignon blanc or just red table wines will do too. Note that the colour and taste won't be as intense as when using shiraz espesh in the case of it being substituted with red table wines.

This concoction tastes similar to that of a spanish local alcoholic drink called Sangria, just that Sangria is grape-based.

Watch this space lads, more recipes and concoctions coming your way. Off to work now.

Laters.

Blad-deh.

WHAT ARE WE?! EIGHT NATION ARMY!!

(Repeat 3 times for intimidating effect, follow up with 3 hearty roars ala Spartan style!)

(We look like a bunch of shorty's in this one)

That, above is our battle cry, our own unadulterated version of the Haka dance. The 4 Cempaka futsal team, that is. Man, that's what we're in high school for, annual fundraisers like Soccerthon where the pitch (in this case, court) becomes our canvas.

Prior to penning this post, I had a late dinner with just one can of Heine (I'm home alone, brilliant), plopped my plate on the floor beside the laptop and looked up at my bedroom wardrobe/life-size mirror and blimey.. my face was like red. As in Kah Ken-red.. No no no... this can't be happening, I've never gotten red over just a can.. then it struck me, *was under the scorching heat the whole morning till noon la, doink* As quickly as I've panicked, I settled down.

So anyways, futsal. It was tough and harsh, to say the least; tournament's being played with a knock-out system, that means you've only one shot to make it or break it, to the next round, that is. And praise God, we somehow (I wouldn't say 'deservedly' but most of the form 4's would beg to differ) got to the final after 4 gruelling matches. Alas, we went down fighting (very hard) in the final to a younger side.

We lost via conceding a stupendous goal which hasn't the slightest right of standing. Infuriating. Even En. Zol was lamenting about us not swooping the gold which he believed we more than deserved at the least. In all honesty, we were the much better side, creating more clear-cut chances and ratttling the post like, what, twice? And that doesn't include our attempts which flashed across their goalmouth and a snap-shot from Kai Ming which sailed just over the bar.

Yea, tell me about it. But, it's football, which is, after all similar in many ways to life, you win some and you lose (very undeservingly) some.

And kudos and congrats to you guys who swiped the gold. You guys played very unadventurous soccer; but it somehow, which still baffle the odds, made you guys nick it. Stranger than fiction. Haha.

A foiled attempt at bombarding the opposing goal.

" A given opportunity is a wasted one should it not be used to monkey around."

In full flight when required.

Kai Ming bamboozling the (hapless) opposing defenders.

I had my fair share too. Hehe.

Drifting right, swaying left.

And it's..... it's in the back of the net. Schhweeet.

Spot the ball. No prizes for guessing though. Haha.

All in a day's hard work.

Fellas, give yourselves a more than deserved pat on the back; we played out of our skins today; working tirelessly every given minute of every match, playing REAL soccer... Fellas, we played it how it should be played. We kept it real. Beautiful. Just that lady luck wasn't on our side in the final. I can't put into words how proud I am to have captained this team. Altogether now, what are we?! Haha.

Laters.

Fluurry.

If you're wanting a little time out from all the epic-ish movies you've been watching this year, you're in for more than a treat. It's non-stop laughter from start to finish. But all the full-blown humour are bounded together by strong family values, which make this disfunctional family all the more lovable (not like it already isn't).

Rather surprisingly, it has taken the household cartoon series 18 years to make it's silver screen debut, despite it being the highest grossing animated series in the world with an estimated net worth of 20 billion USD. Staggering. I read the papers, man. Haha.

Admittedly, I'm not a true blue (in this case, yellow?) Simpsons fan, nor am i won over. But I still did thoroughly enjoyed it, catching it on the second day of its opening. But purists'd say it's fallen flat on a few fronts, labelling it as 'just another extended episode' *Quote; Sandra*. But yet, they'd concede that it was every bit enjoyable. So go catch it!

In conjunction with the relase of the movie, Samsung Mobiles've snatched this golden opportunity to launch The Simpsons' limited ed. phones. Talk about branding, eh.

Microsoft's hopped in the bandwagon too.

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Pucker' Up.

It's dead. It's gone. It's going to the dogs. Down the frigging monsoon rain. Maybe not now yet but it will be before long. And when all these happens which, trust me, it darn frigging will, you'd only yourself to blame and lie in the wake of your own sinister mistakes and (mis)doings.

Sounds appealing enough? They should, becuase you just might very well taste them. And wonder we shall, what your corresponding actions'll be. But oh, no, you wouldn't and couldn't at all acknowledge your own impudent ignorance. You think you're right. As a matter of fact, you always think you are.

Were you right there to bear witness to how things actually ran and went about? Were you there to actually see the friggin' system work? How yould you know that the people you apparently claim to trust, (which is really shocking and disgusting that you do), are the very ones cussing and cursing you to your grave? And you trust them becuase of their chiselled smiles and utterly, vague, bogus and superficial mannerisms?

Because they never fail to shower you with lavish praises and butter your behind and try to look the part for everything? Because they always just friggin' present themselves better than the rest of us?

Hey, I'm going to enlighten you here. Im'ma bang some sense and truth into you. Let it hit you so hard you'd be taken out cold. Those suck-ups, what good are they? Oh yes, sure they can do all your miscallenous itty-bitty chores for you, but when something of pure substance, something that requires dilligence, brut and vigour comes up, do they look the part? Are they the part? Do they or can they actually make the cut? They'd back off and scatter, and whimper on their sorry little asses.

Yes, they may loook so smug now but let's see how they actually cope when the going gets tough. We'll friggin' see. Their commitment's all over the place. They just look so into this whole shit now cos they're plainly, power-hungry. Control freaks. People, perfect example of "Arrogant, selfish desires Greatly-surpassing slef-capabilities". Yes, suck-ups, shoe-shiners and asswipes have a whole new look, guys. Be on the look-out.

And oh, back to you, which I've left out momentarily, I've loads more to say. so much more, in fact. I'll save them for later. All I've got to say now is; Wake up. Let some REAL sense get into that head of yours. You're brilliant, intellectually. But your EQ level's something any given person wouldn't be proud of. You're stifling potential; smothering raw capabiliities. There's only one way you're taking us; Down.

On a much lighter note, I caught the Order Of The Phoenix trailer which came up on the tube a few minutes ago. One word. Stoked. Like totally. But not as stoke-worthy as Transformers or 300. (Those two are like guy movies). But it still did send some of my pulses raising though. Whoo! Gotta gotta watch.

Weng Kit-the-crotch-grabber's reckoned it's a flop. So did Khean Khen-too-much-money. Heck, they caught it on premier!! Yea, the both of them.

Michael, who turned a full 16 on Tuesday, and the rest of them guys (which I'm supposed to be a part of but NO, thanks to some first aid course my parents signed me up for), will be wtaching it this Sunday. Yes, without me. Blood-deh hell, Harry. And Sandra's watching it tommorrow. Bleah. Who'm I supposed to go watch it with? Def not with me parents, they wouldn't even have the least bit of interest. Thanks a bunch guys, for going ahead without me. (It's obvious I'm making you guys feel bad =p)

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Please..

Seriously, please stop it already. If you like him so damn much, might as well go freaking adopt the boy!! It's tearing my frigging ass apart, and brusing my ego like hell. (wait, there's no ego whatsoever to be bruised). Thanks for killing off my apetite and dampening my spirits. Thanks a bunch, folks.

Another post penned in sheer annoyance, bordering on anger.

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Sweet 16, eh?

So what if he scores better grades than I do? Fine, he's much more dilligent than me, putting in endless hours of sheer hardwork and hitting the books, while I spend most of mine lolling around toggling on my psp, chasing a soccer ball and packing off to camp after camps. And you wanted my hair cropped short just like his so I, according to you apparently wouldn't spend so much time 'in front of the mirror'. Just because he sits across me in class and he represents the school on the soccer front just like I do, I've to put up with all these stupid and noncensical comparisons? I've promised you I'll prove my prowess in a little over a few more months. And those aren't at all just vague promises, you have my word. And I do not go back on my words.

Jerrard, it's pretty darn obvious you're the subject my dad's comparing to. But please know that I've nothing, whatsoever at all against you. Cheers, mate =) (ring any bells *Stryker;Berke* haha)

Seriously pondering, there's not even the slightest truth in people claiming form 4 to be a "honeymoon year". Absolute bollocks la, if you'd ask me.

Well I, for one, am seriously finding it hard to catch up. Fine, I've been playing the fool most, if not all the time. Dunno la, there's just something about being in form 4, about being 16. You, or most of us, wanna just play all day, wanna have fun, fun and more fun. Seriously speaking, you'll
all somehow agree with me, there's no denying it.

And yes, all play and no work at all is hazardous. Makes you wait on death row for your time on the noose in the form of an unsightly Report Card *shudders*.

Hari RKA's come and pass, much to the (extreme) relieve of most students. Oh, RKA is the abbreviation for Rekod Kemajuan Akademik. Err, unnecessary info, that. More like Hari Raikan Kematian Aku for the unnattentive, meddling lot.

Sport's Day was two days after. Big day, for the athletes and direct participants that is. It's the same every year. March past, events, prize-giving, letsgohome. Why won't they ever organise an inter-house soccer or futsal or 3/5-a-side tourney?

This, is a no holds-barred, straight from the heart(profanities withdrawn), raw(eh?), heart-felt ramblings of a sixteen year-old.

I'm feeling bleah already. Not like I wasn't prior to this. And oh, debate:

" The house believes that death penalty should be abolished "

(Opposition all the way!)

Screw those berries. I'm off.

Laters.

Jerrard Is..

Bald.

Yes oh yes. Blame the baldy, the baldy's always in the wrong. So says Sammie. So yes Jerrard, you'd be our everyday scapegoat till yout untidy mop starts sprouting again. Hah!

And yes, I promised pictures and all but heck, all the photos that've been transferred into the comp seems somehow or another to be missing. Shtupid. Fictitious shit. Tak guna. Bolodot!

Ish. I'm annoyed. Yes for a million and one reasons. This overworked brain is being a bit cranky and every bit unreasonable. It feels like working the nervous system into screaming profanities and all. No. I won't. That's just plain stupid. And pointless. Oh, bother.

I've gotta run la. I'm in my zone now; surely a post'd go up tmrw. So, wait.

Laters.

Surreal.

I woke up this morning with a splitting headache and numbing aches over most parts of my body. No, not a hangover. Heck, NO. Probably due to a (extreme) lack of sleep and rest. And maybe also an overdose of reading and psp-ing.


I'm back. From China that is. and oh, before that, Penang. Which is, really, no real reason for me not to blog. let's just put it down to lazyness. heh.


Though I'm glad the whole China trip's over, I somehow still wished it hasn't, for reasons which still remain unbeknownst to me. And oh, btw, the place was Guangzhou (Canton). Why there? Seemingly, my mum's side and probabaly a (large? small?) part of me; our roots go all the way back there.


Man, it's not easy for a Malaysian Chinese to wholly stomach authentic Chinese (Cantonese) cuisine. Firstly the portions are huge. Then the number of dishes stretch to At Least a 14 each meal. They enjoy lotsa things that we typical (or maybe it's just me not being adventuruous enough) Malaysian Chinese eat; think goose's intestines, livers of sheeps, pork tripe, cow honeycomb tripe (that's not that bad, actually), and the livers of goose which are so huge they can pass as foie gras, and some other innards that'd make most cringe. And to top it all, the food is extremely oily. Wait, actually most, if not almost all. But it isn't that bad la, really. Takes time getting used to.


But I really like the la zhiao jiang, or chilli oil paste, if I got it correct, that most of the restaurants there serve. Very unique taste. It has the texture of crushed dried red chillis with little dried chrimps, pickled salty taste on the palate, a heavy hint of pleasant pungency to it, and is wonderfully spicy.


And yes, the whole trip wouldn't've been that extra bit more fun (and bearable?) without my cousin (or step-cousin, rather), Alex. Lee Wei Ping! Pictures up later, prolly tmrw. Promise!


If there's one thing that I'd regret, it's not taking enough pictures. Heck. And eating too much without making much effort of hitting the hotel's gym. Bleah. Oh, the hotels we put up at were superb (it'd better be for the price we paid). Only later did I find out that there were most expensive hotels in the whole of Guangzhou. Unnecessary money squandered? Dunno.

Anyways, soccer's a-calling me now. will be back with a post soon with pictures, for real this time.


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Uncalled For.

"I was never born to do math.." i muttered under my breath for seemingly the umpteenth time.

Grr.. Additional maths.. can kill you. Well, if you don't come prepared at least. But, the egoistically-complacently-lazy driven part of me told me I was good to go, ready to take on the behemoth that is the add. maths paper. But heck, I was on the backfoot from start to finish, racing against given time. Damn. Add. maths had me in its pocket. Had me for lunch, rather.

But then again, I could honestly swear I wasn't born to do maths, let alone enjoy manipulating numbers.

Well, a week down, one more to go.

As you would already've guessed, Tmn SEA's currently holding it's bi-annual exams period.

Besides the gloom and doom of exams..

While all the new shows like Heroes and Prisonbreak are garnering all the hype, I've chose to roll back the years a little bit. I've been hooked on Yu Yu Hakusho. Yeap, a Japanese anime. Not just any anime, mind you. It was and still is the highest grossing anime ever in the States. No mean feat for a Japanese Anime.



Off to tuiton now.

Laters.

Nonchalant Absentmindedness.

I am grateful. Absolutely thankful. To whom or/for what? To my awesome God.

I'm still breathing. Unscratched. Perfectly sound- mentally, physically.

Never would I've thought that I'd get involved in a car crash this soon. Details, i don't wanna go into but here's the skinny- Green light. Car in front accelerates, so does my cousin. Car in front suddenly and abruptly, for no apparent reason, hits the jam breaks, going from 30 to 0 km/h in the splittest of seconds.. *Bang*

Personally, this minor, albeit 'expensive' incident has apprehensively served as a grim reminder, a wake up call, that this preciously fragile thing called life, can end up in tatters just like that.

I've a gazillion things to go on and on about but I'm just in no spirits to.

Thankful I really am.

Laters.

Roo's Night.

Man Utd vs AC Milan 1st leg highlights.

I friggin need pictures to update! Wait up for a little bit more.

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Calma For A day.

In all due respect, though I've lots to speak about.

Intricate.

K: BlaBlaYadaYada.. It's just that the games you've planned are a little too intricate.
*: What's intricate?
F: Whoa. What's with the bombastic England?
*Blank stares all around*

A very small excerpt of my camp's post mortem. Alas, my deepest fears of my camp coming up short and inadequate have been partially realised. It can be summed though as being a better improvement from last year. And I surprisingly didn't lose my voice nor did it turn the slightest bit hoarse.

Lotsa pictures to put up but I'm yet to recieve them.

Anyways for all you soccerheads out there, this' something for y'all. Most of you might've seen it but oh well, it's worth a second peep.

Leo Messi, frigging 19 y-o?

And thankfully, Sanjaya's gotten the boot! I'm very sure I'm not the only one rejoicing abt this.

Largely insignificant post, this. One with pictures (yes, in brilliant Technicolour!)coming up.

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Unbridled Empathy.

First things first;

Heck, the scoreboard more than says it all. It can't get any more emphatic than this, can it?

This match'll definately go down in man utd's history pages as one of the most significantly sublime and penultimate showcasing of their strength in depth (they were without 3-4 key players on the pitch itself), ruthless and effective attacking qualities, unflinching selflessness shown in the form of superb teamwork, sleek pasing, holding on to ball possesion, and deadly, ultra-pacy counter attacks.

Formation: 4-2-3-1. Ronaldo, Rooney and Ryan Giggs plied the attacking upper-end of the attacking midfield to devastating effect. They nonchalantly ran Roma ragged; to the ground.

What a match. Fletcher was superb, solid at containing Mancini. Giggs was classy and sublime through-and-through. Rooney roamed the pitch like he owned it. Carrick boasted the midfield from start to finish; putting 2 technically superb goals in between. Alan Smith, better known as Smudgey, worked tirelessly to wear down the Roma rearguard.

And of course there's only one Ronaldo, who rode tackles so effortlessly it was a joy to watch, relished everything thrown his way was deservingly named MOTM. He even capped off the evening with 2 well taken goals to his name.

I wished I was there at the Stretford shouting anthems at the top of my voice till it turns hoarse, to savour first-hand the sheer delirium of 74 700-odd like-minded passionate fans.

Heck, if Man Utd were to put in a display as scintillating as this week in week out, my condolences to the opposition, whoever you might turn out to be.

Glory, glory Man United.