The Birthday HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY SHWUFEN!Although the Not-gonna-talk-to-you-till-we-reach-the-makan-place plan didn't work so well, and the camwhoring session that took soooo damn long just so you could get a fat-free face of yourself (haih~), not to mention the Thai Birthday Song I made up for you (LOL), we really hope you had a great time with us last night. Heh kappkummmkaapp, sawadikaaaappp (random Thai words)But it is also the day my pangolin died.. I'm so damn sorry cause I know it was my mistake for not treating you right. If only I could rewind back the moment when I was with you, and pause that moment for as long as I live =( Hope you're in a better place now. You'll always be loved Pangolicious I just got a new pet! It's a baby pangolin! Or more commonly known as our lovable ant-eater. Dad (who's a vet btw) brought back the baby since its mother abandoned it. Reason? Cause' it smelled like humans. Dad and his team worked hard at nursing the mother back to health and she repaid them by ditching her son. Sheesh. Like koalas, ant-eaters are very particular about their food. They will eat only termites and huge-ass black ants, either that or they'll starve themselves. That's why there are only two zoos in the world that has pangolins in captivity. Dad said so far, his friend managed to keep his pangolin alive for only a month. ONLY ONE MONTH! Gosh. So, I've taken the responsibility of feeding the scaly bugger at the most ungodly hours (it's a nocturnal bugger)It's only a month old, yet it refuses to take milk. This body builder prefers raw eggs (picky fella ain't it?) and must be fed upside down hanging from your arms. That way it could stick out its tongue and lap up the liquids. Our assignment meeting was constantly put on hold while we spoil the lil guy with loads of attention. It has this permanent sad look on its face la We all ended up with scratches, pangolins have long and SHARP nails so they could dig into a termite mound or climb trees. Lesson well learnt! When it was hooking on to Regina's hand, it started licking her fingers non stop and refused to climb on to my arm. It actually changed direction just so it could avoid ME! ME, his surrogate mother/father! It's a male, so naturally it chose her instead of me. Sigh, and here I was fantasizing of some male-pango-bonding with it. What ever happened to pango-bros before hoes???? Shwufen giving the 'you-better-not-fling-that-scaly-bugger-on-my-head-while-im-facebooking' look. Haha, chill lar. That's all folks, goodnight! Just a short clip of it, thought you guys might enjoy seeing it move. Heh Uncategorized It’s the 13th again. How I wish I could turn back time. I love you, still. =( -Shad- Free Rambutans, Ya'll It’s that season again!! The hairiest fruit on the planet is back, juicier and much sweeter than before, and the best part is, it’s F-O-C.Yes, you heard me. FREE! Right now, I have a few trees which are BRIMMING with rambutans and I would gladly donate them to anyone who’s dying for some. Soon, bats, that fox like fella(the name escapes me), squirrels, and lots more will be hording the trees. I really don't want to see the fruits to go to waste since those animals only take a few bites out of each.Truth is, I’ve been gorging myself on those droppings from heaven. I even braved the thought of stripping a whole tree for some hairy fruit juice and iced rambutans. Regrettably, my mortal stomach kicked in before I could initiate the latter. Now, I spend most of my time cringing on the toilet bowl, only accompanied by a Stephan King.Love his work; scares the shit out of me (pun intended)Where else in the whole of the historical city of Malacca can you get ripe rambutans without paying a king’s ransom for a couple of kilos?See, the branches are all falling towards the ground due to the weight of those fruits.Place your order and i’ll pluck the hell out of them trees, and deliver them without a moment’s notice. Applies only to Malacca peepz…okay maybe around Jusco, and MMU, Bukit Beruang too. And Batu Berendam. That’s as far as my GPS can take me. If it’s out of bounds, then you have to draw me a map ya.Google map will do just fine =D. Highlight your place and I'll find my way there.Hey, I was in Cyber for 2 years okay, I may have forgotten some roads, and maybe a few places. Sheesh. So, any takers? That Elephant Terrorist: Nuffnang Wild 'Live' Blogging Part II The Camwhore moments First of all i gotta thank Crystal for my camwhore pictures from the wild 'live' event. THANK YOU! And no, I'm not at all upset about the delay. No worries =DAnyways, I just want to post up the pictures from the event since Mr Johnny Ong, requested for the second part. LOL. I was looking all over for famous people to take pictures with. HEHEA tribute to Crystal Sue!! I was looking out for her when I first reached there, felt so lonely! The judging stares weren't helping either. She may not a celebrity blogger, but she felt like one to me when I met her. See, your picture came first before Kenny Sia =DHaha, I've never taken pictures with a celebrity before okaaay, lame right? That's Kenny Pooh with his pot of beer. Didn't get to talk to him really, he was busy with the girls. Dang it, that was the first time I wished I was a well endowed chick instead of a not-at-all-endowed elephant.That's Liang, the coolest jungle man emcee, period. He's a famous Malaysian singer apparently, but he can entertain the crowd wei! I was laughing so hard, my ears nearly fell off. Me with Audrey the bumblebee. I figured she's a celebrity, but I don't even have her link. LOL, oh well..*edited* Thanks Iamdoryfish for the info. Found her blog. HehI took a picture with her coz her wings whacked my ears. LOL! We were on the same boat la, I whacked so many bloggers that night. Finally, to avoid more casualties, I just walked sideways through the crowd. Haih.As promised, me with Ringo! Crys said that's her famous cheesie smile. I got cheesed! YAY!The food that the elephant missed. That's Cry's plate. Woi, why so little??? Whack some more la, how can you resist free Italian food! If i wanna eat, I have to take off my headgear to take off the trunk but because of a wardrobe malfunction, my cousin actually stapled the headgear together with the ears. Gah, so elephant terrorist had to go without dinner. FREE FOOD YOU KNOW!Me with Robb! Fuh, I don't care what my friend said, he's freakin hot wei. He was so good looking, I was actually glad my face was covered. He came as a porcupine, haha. Good choice good choice. Wanted to talk to him but he was busy running around getting things done. Ah, the bane of being one of the organizers, you can't really enjoy the party. GREAT JOB BTW ROBB! The party was a blast! If you're organizing another party, I'm not gonna hesitate anymore.I wasn't planning on going in the first place because it was just too far, so I mailed Robb. Next day I got a call from ROBB himself, telling me the reason why I should go. FUH, ROBB CALLED ME WEI.Ah, another celebrity! That's PinkPau! I didn't know of course, Crys told me she's famous. Heh, I'm lousy when it comes to faces.This picture is actually for Yee Seen. Runner ups for Malaysian dreamgirls, Adeline the zebra and Hanis the moth. Yee Seen messaged me to tell Hanis that she's her biggest fan. I told Hanis that, but she didn't say thanks also. Tsk.Both of them are so tall~I'm pretty sure they're famous bloggers. Can someone give me some info on them. Please and thank you!*edited* Thanks electronicfly for the info. Thats The Suet Li on the left, Jane Doe still, on the right.Haha this was when we were nominated as best dressed. Elephant terrorist, a he-cow with udders and a he-bunny were the guys. Ladybug with a leaf, lady-pea-cock and lioness were the girls. That was the only thing I could take that night. A glass of water, with a straw. Damn sad right..haha. It was so freakin' hot in that costume! Camwhored with Crys. I was smiling, btw. Thats all i guess. Many thanks to Crys again. Gotta go for class now. Yawns. Laterz Uncategorized How many more smiles do I have to fake before I really lose my mind? I hate living in pain. Was my mistake, not worth forgiving. Am I not worth the save?I've got nothing else to hold on too and nothing else to look forward too. I hate being just a memory in your life. Nothing is worth fighting for anymore. I wish I wasn't born at allBeing me, totally blows. Tandoori Chicken Wangz Had a bbq earlier with a small group of compadres. I don’t know about you, but I really l-o-v-e doing barbeques. Maybe the art of manhandling your chicken with spicy sauce intrigues the hell outta me, or is it the sweet satisfaction that comes when you have a good fire going and that short whiff of charcoal-induced smoke. Ahhh…Let Uncle Shad teach you the proper way of marinating your chicken. The best way to preserve the flavor of the sauce is to keep your marinated meat in a plastic bag. It’s an old age tradition and has been scientifically proven beyond any reasonable doubt, that the sauce can be absorbed effectively when kept in a plastic bag rather than a Tupperware. It was proven, just like how they’ve proven that women are naturally born bad drivers. I’m serious, it’s a biological thing. But that’s another story for another day ;) Yes,yes..the correct way. Kudos to Ray for preparing the chicken wangzNow I can’t stress this enough, bbq newbies tend to forget the most crucial element in starting a fire. No you can’t use rolled up newspapers since the ashes will muck up the wangz, no you can’t just throw a bunch of coals and strike it with a match, and get that can of gasoline away from the pit. Sheesh, with the correct amount of common sense and grey matter, you’d realize that you need a proper FIRESTARTER. The one brand that stands above the rest, that one brand that unites all bbqers alike, that one brand is none other than the COCK brand. As crude as it sounds, Cock brand has never failed me beforeOnce you got a good fire going, slap some wangz on the pit and you're done for the day. Oh, the flavor for this bbq is Tandoori Chicken Wangz. If you want the recipe, you can ask Mr Ray Wang-Master Flex. He took charge of this bbq. Our previous successes include The Black Peppered Chicken Wangz and The Authentic Black Peppered Kung Pao Chicken Wangz dipped in Thai Chilli Sauce. Good times, good times. Tell me that doesn't look goodCoupled with some of Sally's homemade chocolate jelly...some fries..and some noodles, equals a damn good mealJuicy juicy chicken wangzSince we're already on this subject, i just find it completely relevant to put up this picture i took outside my house. Not only do i have loads of weird animals running around my backyard, i have dead ones too.Poor birdie Good marketing strategy I was in Bangkok a little while back and i came upon this sign.If that's not good beer, I don't know what is. That Elephant Terrorist: Nuffnang Wild 'Live' Blogging Part I Sorry for the late update, but I'm still waiting for a friend of mine,Crys to send me the pictures. As she is pretty busy at the moment(and i dun wanna kacau her =P not my camera maaa), I managed to snag some pictures from kidchan studio.Kudos to Kidchan Studio and Shaolin Tiger for doing a brilliant job! LOVE THE PICTURES! All I can say is OMGWTF WOW!!!! Nuffnang really went all out to give bloggers one hell of a good time! A costume party??? And LOADS of prizes! FUH!Young adults(and apparently an old man) donned in animal attire really show that Malaysian people can be open-minded about things. Damm shiok! Wahahhaha I really wanted to go as a donkey, but I had to make some/ANY simple costume to go for the party which was on the following day. So I asked my sister to help me out with the tedious sewing.(I can’t sew for nuts) and she kept insisting that I go as a CAT. LOL! For the love of god, woman! I’ve heard of Catwoman before… but Cat-Man??? HARLOWW! Finally, being a small sized person, I decided to go as the LARGEST land mammal on earth. A freakin’ elephant. The terrorist part was actually an improvisation. The only way I could stick the ears to my head is by sewing it to a towel wrapped around my head. I thought it looked funny, until I put on a pair of shades. Fuh! Thus, the elephant terrorist was born. *jeng jeng jengggg* At first i was a little bit skeptical arrr about going in an outrageous costume such as that. Plus, my auntie even said that i definitely can't win anything wearing my elephant costume. HAIH! So, I walked towards the entrance with a heavy heart, expecting a lousy day. Boy was i wrong =D The first thing i saw was a freakin' gorilla in a suit smoking near the stairs, and some cows having a group talk. ROTFLMAO! Very the weird! I was of course met with a lot of stares lar. I even heard lots of "Oh gosh what the f**k is that??" " ELEPHANT!""Oi oi, look look. HAHA!" Heh, i was glad that my WHOLE face was covered. Else arr, daamn shy. Then this lady came up to me from behind, "Ei, can we do a really short interview of you, just for a second?" I turned around so fast, she got slapped by my gigantic ears. Aiyooo...sorry Miss Ntv7 interviewer! I was of course game for anything as long as i don't have to take off my mask. I can make a fool out of myself with no strings attached. My best way of having fun Ringo in the middle! I took a picture with her, and she gave me her famous cheesie smile! YAY, i was proud coz she said she liked my costume! Cheesie said that okaaay, i never bruff you...which reminds me, I couldn't find Wingz aka Rojaks. =(Ah, I have no idea who this two dudes are so if any of you have their url, please inform me. The funniest dudes around, one of them got real wasted. Free flow maaI failed as a terrorist, nobody was frightened by me. I kept telling them that i'll blow something up tonight. They only replied with, "Eh can we take a picture please?" WHY WONT THEY LISTEN?? My post on my pet tapir won one of the categories that night. Mr Timothy, the founder for Nuffnang gave out the prize. Friendliest lion around. The only two elephants. A pink one and a freedom fighter one. One thing that's still bugging me, who or what is HE supposed to be?? A cactus? A walking plant of some sort? Can somebody PLEASE tell meI don’t have many pictures with me now, but if you wanna see more elephant pictures (and other animals of course), here are some of the links. (Promoting links here =D)KennysiaCynthia Pinkpau Part 1Pinkpau Part 2 RojaksSuet Li SueRevel EeFei Sammy Nuffnang/Robb*edited*Johnny The very 'IMPOTENT' card After reading Elaine's post, I've decided to put up one of my own. Check out this picture. It was taken in Mmu Cyberjaya.Apparently, there's a card which has the ability, or in this case inability to maintain an erection. *slaps head* That is truly, one hell ova card. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ESTHER LEE AI SUAN!!! Today's the birthday of a very special friend of mine, she's none other than Esther Lee!! *gives standing ovation*Esther! You're finally MY AGE now, aren't you proud??? WELCOME TO COMPLETE ADULTHOOD and enjoy your legal alcohol(if you drink la) Don't worry, you'll get a present from me reaaaal sooon, as soon as im done wrapping it.I wanted to wrap it earlier but i forgot!! Will do it as soon as possible ya. And here are some of the pictures from the dinner we had. I didnt smear your hair btw! You should've just taken the cake head on without resisting la. It's a birthday thang. You brought this upon yourself. Although you broke the birthday tradition, i still look forward to have that swim. Birthday swim on thursday is onnnn!!! I will grab that water horse title from you...if i dont drown la.. LOL HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN!! You're one heck of an adult! The birthday girl! She looks stoned The happy couple, Amy and Ray Me with the peacock's sister, BelKuok being Kuok, Shad being retarded.Esther's 'great' shotMe with Sally, she was the noisiest of the lot.Camwhoring with Lil Miss FunHave a great year, birthday girl Drafted In Nam ( Part VI ) One of the main entrances. It was decorated with ALOT of booby traps like grenades and mines. My guide's actual words " They set alot of traps for the Americans. Do we have any Americans here? You, sir? Ok, please be careful " LOL Another entrance, you have to crawl to go in. Vietnamese chick. They always have 10 people in one group, and each group will have only one female. Guess what's the purpose of the female in the war zone? Yup, you guessed it right...... To do the cooking laaa..sheesh This termite mound is connected to the tunnels, the VCs used them as their air ventilation. If you look closely, you'll see lots of holes around the mound. Efforts at gassing and drowning them proved to be ineffective. An army tank, after being hit by a mine. I needed to camwhore somehow right My bro, looking out for Viet Congs Drafted In Nam ( Part V ) Alright, next stop. The Cu Chi tunnels! Now for tourism purposes, they have enlarged the tunnels to twice its original size. Now even the westerners can experience the life beneath the ground. Our guide was hilarious. It was clear that he still has some small..err.. 'misunderstanding' against the Americans. He kept spouting words like 'ruthless American', 'American murderers', and my personal favorite 'the devil Americans' LOL. He said all this with a weird smile. Funny guy la.Can you spot the entrance to the tunnels???Look closer now...closer! Squint dammit!There ya go. Thats one of their secret entrances. Pretty cool eh.Let me show you how to get in. First get your legs in nice and deep. Ignore the insects on your shoes please. Lift your hands above your head else it'll be harder to get in.Slowly inch yourself in and cover the top.Thats me properly hidden, just like the Viet Congs. Hehe, and thats my brother's stupid foot. It was dark down there, with barely enough space to move. You have to crawl on your knees to get around down there. One of the booby traps the VCs set in the jungle. They made it obvious for the tourists of course.The spikes underneath Drafted In Nam ( Part IV ) More artsy-fartsy stuff...This is my favouriteNice 'carvings' eh? =DThey use bull's horn for thisFrog! Drafted In Nam ( Part III ) Some of the artsy-fartsy stuff for the artsy-fartsy people ( Esther's line =p )The front side...The backside... Drafted In Nam ( Part II ) For the first day, we visited the Cu Chi (pronounced as Ku Chi) tunnels. Ah yes, this tunnels were built way before the Americans’ attempt to invade Nam. The Viet Cong (Vietnamese Communist) made separate small underground rooms to avoid the French’s air attacks. These rooms eventually connected and became a network of tunnels that could reach up to 200 kilometers. Then the Americans came, with their technologically advanced (at that time la) weapons and well trained soldiers. The VCs would’ve lost the war if they had fought with them directly but by hiding in the tunnels, the VCs controlled the time and place for combat, thus ensuring their victory against the Americans.From Ho Chi Minh to Cu Chi is damn far and according to the Lonely Planet, the best way to enjoy Cu Chi tunnels is by joining the group tour there. And thats exactly what we did. Our bus left at about 9 in the morning and i managed to get some snapshots from the bus. Heh, i was being the typical tourist, i know =D There's no shame in that!Our huge bus actually went through this tight alley. You just gotta love the drivers in Nam.Bently limo's the grand prize for some football competition.The copsBefore we reached Cu Chi, the bus stopped us at a factory called The Handicap Handicraft factory. They have handicapped people helping out with the carvings and the paintings. Drafted In Nam ( Part I ) IM BACK!Sorry for the delay of the Viet Nam post, I was vomiting my guts out during the weekend. Now, that was a fine spectacle, imagine this. I was in the living room, watching some morning cartoons, minding my own business when suddenly, my breakfast decided they want out. I started getting that BLERGHHH feeling. The minute I moved my posterior from the sofa, I started chugging out the glorious bits and pieces of breakfast. It was a sight to behold. I ran/vomit/laugh a little bit all the way to the toilet from the living room. By the time I was facing the toilet bowl, I ran out of vomit. I couldn’t help laughing again when I saw the trail of vomit/breakfast from the living room to the toilet. I wish I could record all that, it was hilarious! Haha. It was definitely a CANON moment. Anyway, back to Nam. This post will be more on pictures, as you know a picture’s worth a thousand words. Now try 700 pictures, that’s like a gazillion words there. Hehe. Too bad blogspot got a limit of MBS to post so i can only upload a limited amount of pictures per post. Sheesh.Our ETA was at 1900, met up with this awkward and lanky Vietnamese guy. At eaaase sol’ jah! It was difficult communicating with him because he only knows simple English words like taxi, one dorrar (dollar), two dorrar, three dorrar, the works. So I had to use exaggerated hand gestures to get to him. Heh, s’all good. Our taxi was a freakin’ 4 wheel drive pajero. Pretty sweet i suppose.Along the way, I witnessed first hand on how Vietnamese peepz navigate themselves through the streets. Holy cow, the streets were filled with motorbikes and occasionally some cars but the dominating vehicle on the streets of Nam is definitely the bikes. It’s a heaven for rempits everywhere. And sheesh the traffic lights were just guidelines for them. If you’re confident enough to go against the traffic without getting hit, by all means you can give it a shot. That’s what all of them were doing. Crazy crazy trafficNo idea who's going where. lolMy first Vietnamese mealFuh, this lady really knows how to make a good breakfast.Bread with eggs. Superb! The bread was crusty on the outside, and soft on the inside. It was just perfect. Ah, but she cheated me of a thousand dongs though...Me, mingling with the kids =D Temporary Hold up Right now i have close to 700 pictures in the camera. Transferring them to my laptop is a bitch. Aih. Will blog about Nam soon =)nuffnang_bid = "17153a10050023407f01983d715b01bd"; Pictures I got bored with the new porcupine because it was still sleeping so i took some pictures of my backyard. CLICK TO ENLARGE, it looks ALOT nicer that way =D Another addition to our family! An hour ago, my dad brought back another porcupine! A big and smelly female porc! Woohooo! Dad said that in order to stimulate the male to mate, he needed another female. Thats one lucky porc, 2 fine ladies all for himself. She's sleeping right now, so I'll check on her tomorrow. And by check i mean camwhore with her. Heh. I gotta start thinking of a name for her too..hmmmm Roaring My Way to Nuffnang Wild ‘Live’ Blogging Ah finally, a reason to have a post on ANIMALS! Nuffnang is having another get together party for young and old bloggers alike. I was a little bit skeptical about this gathering since I'm still a blog newbie, but when I saw the prizes, FUH! A freakin Sony PSP baby!!! And TWO laptops to boot! Effing sweet! I’m effing there man! To get an invitation, I have to put up a picture,cut and crop, put speech bubble and ect of an animal as creatively as possible. I don’t know nuts about being creative but I’ll be damned if I don’t put up pictures of my favorite animals. HeheFor more information click here Now considering the fact that my blog itself refers to our lovely and majestic mule (although Elaine would prefer to call me Dumb Donkey), I’m sure that most of you will assume that it is most logical for me to put a picture of a donkey right? Thing is I’ve never seen a donkey in the flesh before, makes it hard to blog about it eh? No no, the animal iconS for this post are…*dum dum dum* MY PORCUPINE aaaaaand MY BABY TAPIR! Let me explain a little bit of history on these babies of mine. I was blessed with a beautiful baby porc 3 years ago; it was abandoned by its community and sadly, by its mommy as well. So my dad decided to bring it back and give it the love it never had. Porc love I call it. Because of its rough life and troubled childhood, my twin and I christened it Lil Hustla. I lost all my pictures in the PC soooo I stole some from my brother. I doubt you could tell the difference also. Hah.my bro and i have this habit of sniffing younglings..they smell good laa At first it was this adorable little rat like thing who loves to whine and poop and eat and poop and play and poop some more. Ah those were the days, when it was still cute. And with the miracles of science and backside checking, we found out that Lil Hustla’s a female. A fine young lady at it too. No wonder she needed so much attention from the studs at home. Haha SHE'S MY PORC, I can say whatever I want =D But seriously, she loves the attention. After about 3 months or so, it grew its first cluster of quils. Haih, that’s when the trouble begins. Lil Hustla has this habit of rubbing herself affectionately on anybody’s legs. She thinks she’s an oversized cat, completely forgetting her sharp quills. I had to wear jeans everytime I play with her, else ill get barbed. My sister got barbed once, she wanted to pet Hustla while she was eating. Unfortunately, she didn’t know that Lil Hustla gets REALLY defensive when she’s stuffing her face (haha she was under the twins’ care what) so without any remorse, she viciously barbed my sister. The quills detach easily so my sister had a few of them sticking from her foot. Haha.. I’m proud of Lil Hustla. Now 3 years later, she’s big and beautiful. My dad even found a man for her, a big black male. They fell in love at first sight and have been porc humping for quite some time now but still no babies. Yet. The most popular question I get from my friends was “How do they hump la?” LOL. We had to lock them in a cage now because Lil Hustla eats everything…even my mom’s plants. Way to go, Lil Hustla. Now on to my baby tapir. I was still in Cyberjaya at that time but my brother has kindly filled in all the details and pictures for me. Baby ‘Pir right here is actually a hot celebrity. Tapirs usually give birth to only ONE baby, just one. But for the first time in Malaysia, we have tapir TWINS. My dad said this was the first ever recorded. The first baby, a female came out and started suckling on its mom while the second one was still in the womb. The second ‘pir, a male came out a few weeks later only to be bullied by the female. A good example of female dominance here. There weren’t enough titties to go around, she says. For the baby to suckle, the mother needs to lie down and sometimes sleep since they couldn’t reach her titties. So when the second ‘pir wanted to get its share of the milk, the other ‘pir hurriedly woke the mother. Poor fellow, second ‘pir was always starving. My dad then decided to take care of second ‘pir and brought it back to our house. And I MISSED IT. Sheesh. Damn you Cyber. According to Raz, the fellow damn happening, living with him in his room. It wont take a dump in the room, it’ll poop when it’s outside. When it runs, its digestive system will start working and it’ll start pooping. When it’s in Raz’s room, it only sleeps. LOL. So here are some of the pictures of the baby tapir. That twin tapir who lived with my twin. haha. Enjoy!my twin, with the twinthe cutest thing, dont you agree?he knows how to look goodlooks alot like a black and white watermelon =Dits definitely a male.. tapir shlongThe baby tapir at its gloryI hope i do get the invitation =D She wanted an obituary =D Bandar Sunway – A 20 year old student from Malacca was found dead in her hostel room late yesterday morning, the police reported. They said the student, Buttercup had been found dead with an open packet of nasi lemak still in her hand and her notes on Media on the other hand. There were visible indications of trauma and nasi lemak on the student still. According to the authorities, the investigation has not been classified as a homicide or a hit and run nasi lemak case; however both the Sunway police department and Bukit Baru Police Force have people assisting in the case. At first they concluded this case as a typical study-stress-death syndrome, but CSI Sunway director, Dato Dr Horatio has reasons to believe that Buttercup was a victim of a murder. He released a statement mentioning the demise of Buttercup and her current record of HD (High Distinctions) which may have led to the murder. He also said an autopsy of the body will be the standard procedure in determining the cause of her death. Her close friend, Chevonne Goh who only wanted to be known as C said that Buttercup “was a friend who studied too much” and “didn’t have time for meals” With this overwhelmingly accurate information, the CSI team are close in solving the case with a few possible conclusions. When asked about his opinion on the Buttercup case, former Prime Minister Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad says that he will still not quit as adviser to Proton and Petronas voluntarily. “Those oppositions…apa ni.. are trying to frame me. So..apa ni... don’t listen to rumors la..ah.” he added. Wanita Umno chief Datuk Seri Rafidah Aziz was seen leaving the scene with the Media notes in her hand, stressing that education is relatively important. When asked what she was doing with the notes, she insisted that Media is a ‘suicidal subject’ and she planned to ‘burn the notes to make sure nobody suffers from them again.’ There will be a candlelight memorial, honoring the life of the nasi lemak tycoon / student, where her underground nasi lemak dealings will be sorely missed. HAHAHA. This is all FICTION!!! there ya go, you wanted an obituary and you got it =P STUDY HARD and STOP LAZYING AROUND!! ALL THE BEST! XD Hong Kong Knifer Yay!! I’m done with my exams! Back to my newfound hobby, blogging! Before that I would like to apologize for my emo posts. It has been a tough time for me to cope with the change. Still is, but I took a deep breath, and I agreed on being her friend, and just a friend. Acclimatizing to this change is mind-bearingly(if there is such a word) intoxicating but at the very least, I still have her as a friend. I don’t ever want to have such a priceless work of art I call AlmY to be forgotten in the realms of a broken man. As to that, I am learning how to suck in my gut and bottle up everything just to make this friendship work. Life goes on, right? Anyways, while I was busy studying my life away, I stumbled upon this article on Reader’s Digest. Contrary to what some of my friends think, I was actually searching for articles RELATED to my studies. Sheesh! Ok what I’m going to talk about is extremely and stereotypically racist. For those of you who believe in the lies that is the racist-free-paradise, please stay, as it gives me great joy in bursting your little fantasy bubble. Racism is everywhere, no matter how hard you try to avert your eyes, it wouldn’t just walk away. So, why not poke a little humor in it. For the others, just stay la kay. =D Now, as I was flipping the pages, this headline caught my attention. That’s right, Asia’s most wanted. The article is about infamous Asian fugitives wanted for performing atrocious crimes around the globe. It was an interesting read by the way, I was daunted by how desperate one can get when in need of a buck or two. An alcoholic father actually poisoned his 2 year old son just to redeem some cash to quench his thirst for some liquor. The poor little tyke literally vomited his guts out from the poisoned food; luckily the store owner caught the heartless bastard performing his deeds on tape. Naturally, an arrest warrant was issued against him. So now, he’s on the run and made the top 10 list of wanted Asian guys. Heh, I figured drug dealers would make it to the top ten but I was wrong, drug dealers don’t kill people. They deal drugs. They don’t force people to buy drugs; people buy drugs out of their own free will. It’s addictive yes, but so is smoking. If we can outlaw drug dealings, why can’t we outlaw smoke dealings? All this years, I’ve been fooled by the media and the government, I’m sorry Mr Drugdealer, you have been misunderstood by the world =D (Drugs are still bad mmmmkaaay?)Yah, back to my story, so on the 5 page article, there were pictures of this criminals who are still at large. As I flipped to the last page, I came across the notorious Hong Kong Knifer. Apparently, he stabbed a very important person from the back, a true backstabber. Heh. They don’t have a picture of him so the authorities, with the help of eye witnesses, have drawn a portrait of him. Now here’s the stereotypically-ball-tickler part, when I first saw the picture, I nearly burst out laughing. I was still in the library, mind you The only characteristic that I could extract out of that picture is that he’s Chinese! What else is there that could make him stand out from the rest? Nothing! Now before you judge my dry sense of humor, listen to my explanation. I went up to 3 Indian guys, and one Indian Yamunah (moo). I showed them the picture and they said the same thing. How can you tell him from the other Asians? One of them even said, ‘Cha, I could’ve sworn I saw Hong Kong Knifer studying electronics dei!‘ LMAO! The question is, how do they differentiate Hong Kong Knifer from Hong Kong people? Now here’s the mind boggling part, I showed all that to one Chinese guy and one Chinese girl. To my utmost surprise, they both pointed out what separates him from the rest, his closed set eyes, his longish face and some other thingy which I forgot. The characteristics which I have unintentionally missed. Then it hit me. I’m the racist one here. Yup, in one glance, I concluded what I saw without even giving a second thought about it. What I thought started out as a joke, turned out to be a jolt back to reality for me. I’ve become someone, whom I have tried so hard not to be. To tell you the truth, it only hit me while I was writing this post. I sincerely apologize if I had offended anyone. I love all races, really. Indian, Chinese, Malay. I guess this is one life lesson that I’ll never forget. STOP BEING SO RACIST DAMMIT! Heh, sorry Mr Hong Kong Knifer. i wonder why they didn't put up this picture in Asia's Most Wanted =p I miss you =( I miss the love you once had for me. I miss the calls and messages from you. I miss the time we spent together. I miss the sound of your heartbeat against mine. I miss your warmth. I miss your tenderness. I miss running my hands through your hair. I miss the smell of your hair. I miss your cute lil nose! I miss the Eskimo kisses =) I miss the kisses.I miss kissing your forehead. I miss the way you kissed me. I miss the taste of your lips.I miss lying next to you. I miss watching you sleep. I miss waking up next to you.I miss the way you tickled me =D I miss the way you held my hands. I miss the visits to the Petronas. I miss the long walks we take from our tuition. I miss the long walks with you, period. I miss you riding piggyback on me, even though you were so afraid I might drop you. I miss driving you around. I miss the little quips we share in the car.I miss arguing about the species of swhale =)I miss the cute nicknames you gave me.I miss looking at the expression on your face when u see pictures of a baby.I miss hearing you play that little keyboard you have in your room. I miss the food you cooked for me.I miss picking you up from school. I miss sharing simple meals with you in my room. I miss the short notes you used to pass to me during tuition. I miss the letters you used to give to me. I miss the anniversaries. I miss the sweet little presents you used to surprise me with. I miss the way you made me feel so comfortable talking to. I miss having you worrying for me every day and night. I miss the shopping trips we always have. I miss the webcamming sessions. I miss the long talks about our future. I miss looking at you talking about our life. I miss how proud you used to be of me. I miss hugging you when you were scared. I miss hugging you. I miss the way you made me feel when you touched me. I miss the way you sneeze. I miss the way you talk. I miss the way you bring yourself. I miss the way you kissed me. I miss the way you make me laugh. I miss the way you look at me. I miss your sweet laughs. I miss you being my girlfriend. I miss everything about you. I miss you. Apologies I’m sorry for not being there when I should. I’m sorry for not treating you better. I’m sorry for not saying ‘I love you’ in public and in front of my friends. I’m sorry for lying so much to you. I’m sorry for not treating you like a girlfriend. I’m sorry for not being passionate enough about our relationship. I’m sorry for making you cry so much. I’m sorry I took you for granted. I’m sorry for getting too comfortable with you. I’m sorry for not seeing what you really need as a girlfriend. I’m sorry for not uploading pictures of us on fb/fs I’m sorry for not holding your hands in public. I’m sorry for all the shit I made you go through. I’m sorry for saying all those mean things to you. I’m sorry for being an idiot. I’m sorry for losing so many things you got for me. I’m sorry for not wearing your ring often enough. I’m sorry for not thinking like you. I’m sorry I was raised in a different environment. I’m sorry for making you mad all the time. I’m sorry I got you in trouble with your family. I’m sorry for causing a rift between you and your family. I’m sorry for not being a Chinese to avoid all the complications. I’m sorry for being me. I’m sorry for being the worst boyfriend you could ever have. The Broken Me "Perfect World" I never could’ve seen this farI never could’ve seen this comingSeems like my world’s falling apartWhy is everything so hardI don’t think I can deal with the things you saidIt just won’t go awayIn a perfect worldThis could never happenIn a perfect worldYou’d still be hereAnd it makes no senseI could just pick up the piecesBut to youThis means nothingNothing at allI used to think that I was strongUntil the day it all went wrongI think I need a miracle to make it throughI wish that I could bring you backI wish that I could turn back timeCuz I can’t let goI just can’t find my wayWithout you I just can’t find my wayI don’t know what I should do nowI don’t know where I should goI’m still here waiting for youI’m lost when you’re not aroundI need to hold on to youI just can’t let you go I know it’s rather cliché to put up lyrics of a song on your blog, but after a heart wrenching break up, you tend to appreciate every single word in a song. You tend to understand its meaning and try to drown yourself in their lyrics that just make so much sense at that moment. Believe me this; I've never felt pain greater than this. I know there’s more shit happening in this world that is a hundred times more painful and worth giving a damn about than mine. Senseless murders, child rapists, tortured prisoners, cancer, the cat that I accidentally killed, the works. But right now, mine exceeds all that I once cared about. To put it simply, I just don’t care about anything anymore. The weight of the world felt a damn lot heavier now that she’s gone. To make it worse, she’s moving on fine without me. Now, I know she meant well when she gave me lots of advices on how to let go but what she doesn’t know is that to me, every word she says is layered with venom that sinks into your arteries permanently destroying everything. God, she wanted so much to move on. Sigh, I don’t want to dwell in the past but the past is the only memory I got of her actually loving me. The cards she made for me, the letters she wrote to me with all her heart, the gifts she bought me, the money she spent on me. It all brings tears to my eyes, just reminiscing those times together. We went through a lot of trouble trying to be with each other, because of our feelings we survived year after year after year. We even dreamt of a future together, something which I always look out for. It’s enough for me to take any challenges that life has in store for me. I actually had a dream to realize. So yea, I want to live in those memories where her love was unconditional and eternal. She was so in love with me and I didn’t appreciate that enough. Now she seems so distant, so cold. I tried everything to put everything back together again, make our relationship work but she was prepared to move on. She was tired of my antics, tired of the pain I have brought upon her. She even dropped the bomb on me by saying the unspeakable, the bad dreams of all healthy relationships. She said that she has no feelings whatsoever for me anymore. Ah, I thought my wounds were painful enough; nothing could ever prepare anyone in my shoes for those words of hers.Yet I still love her. I’ve accepted the fact that she has zero feelings for me yet I still want her back. I love her too damn much to let go. Sigh, I think I know how this is going to end for me. First, I’m going to throw myself in self-recrimination by blaming everything on myself. This is true in fact. Then, I will be in a state of denial and start harassing her so that we could get the relationship back on the road. After that, I’m going to start hating her for hurting me and not caring about the permanent damage that she has caused. I will start saying things and doing things to her which I would regret later and then she would start hating me. And finally, I would be in a total state of depression. She would find a nice looking guy and appreciate him, maybe tell him how her ex was such an asshole for saying those hurtful words. I don’t think anything is going to change in 10 years time. It hurts just thinking about it. Gah! Isn’t my love enough? Doesn’t it matter anymore? The future that we wanted to build, don’t you still yearn for that? I still do. In those cards you said that you would love me forever so many times, was that a lie? Isn’t our relationship worth another try? I know you’re tired of everything, but isn’t having someone who will love you no matter what and support you in everything you do something to look forward to? You probably have a few of those but nobody in this world can love you as much as I do. I will never move on from this spot because the memories of you and me are something I really treasure. I don’t want it to be just a memory but do I have a choice in this matter? My life isn’t interesting anymore, everything is just so dull. To the young lovers out there, love is unconditional, but never eternal. I’m the only one who still believes that its eternal though. I still love her. Sigh, I need to concentrate on my finals. Anti-depressants anyone? The Firstborn *edited* Gahhhh, I tried not coming online for 3 weeks but I could only last one week without the internet. It was overwhelmingly hard; I couldn’t stand living in the dark ages. Plus, it didn’t really help much =(So far, my brother always and I mean ALWAYS provide me with late second hand (sometimes 3rd, probably 4th hand) information. His sudden burst of information really irritates the hell out of me, but he can’t help it. Younger brothers were born to be annoying. Enough said. So what I’m going to disseminate now is something which I JUST found out yesterday!My elder sister delivered her first born a couple of days ago!!! Gahhhhhhh! *edited*Now a little history *edited* *edited*. They got married in Canada and now they have a newborn son. His name is Samuel. Ahh, the absolute pressure of being a noteworthy uncle! Since I now have her address, I think I should start mailing my sis headshots of myself so lil Sammy can have a look before he sleeps or something. She better not mix up my picture with Raz. Ahh stressssssss! =)CONGRATULATIONS SIS! You managed to endure all the emotional pain just to stand by your personal advocacy. From the looks of it, it turned out for the best. I’m really happy for you.My sister and Samuel SummerhayesMr SummerhayesSamuel Summerhayes*edited* i had to cut some words out because a person was being a woman about it.he forgot its my blog. On a lighter note. Recently, I had a funny encounter with my ex English lecturer, Miss Siti Khatijah. Might I say, without a single ounce of doubt, that she is one of the coolest lecturers in MMU who can actually bring life to her class. She’s always excited about the simplest things, a person who is constantly filled with enthusiasm. Anyway, I bumped into her after the closing of the Drama Fest 2008. She saw me and the first thing that she said to me with a smile was, “Rashad! You’ve grown so fat! Look at your cheeks, so tembam(pudgy). You’re like a big fat walking baby.” Like a brilliant tactician, she waited for the words to sink in before annihilating me with her killer line. “See, your brother more handsome than you!” ouch, since alpha she has always known how to push my buttons in a way that would make me smile. It doesn’t make any sense i know, but that is one of the reasons I truly admire her. By the looks of it, she still hasn’t lost her touch yet. Of course by then my brain wasn’t functioning at full capacity so I tried walking away from the massacre with the first line that comes to my head. “Aight miss, I gotta go find some food“ It took approximately 5 seconds for my brain to process those words. By then, it was already too late. Miss Siti waited till I was a few steps away before whispering loudly, loud enough for me to hear obviously. “Talk about being fat……” Oooh...ouch.. the words trailing off provided that lingering effect on me, looks like Miss Siti has perfected her skill. While I was mulling away to myself about the importance of strict diets and excessive workouts, a lecturer came up to me and asked, “Hey, did you get your curry puffs?” I was taken aback by her concern so I asked her,” Err, why ma’am?” “Oh, because I saw you eying the food just now, I thought they would’ve given you the snacks by now” OUCH, am i THAT fat to look THAT hungry?? Double ouch! the hours I spent at the gym with my grueling workouts (Kirks, bicep curl IS tough okay =p) are all deemed a waste of time. SIGH, only Esther knows how I feel. After that ordeal, I’m definitely going swimming with her. Esther, Friday is ON! By the way, I have to mention this, Esther has the stamina of a horse, so guys, if you want to swim with her, prepare to have your ass properly whooped by the fittest girl in MMU Malacca. For the sensitive/narcissistic ones, your ego WILL be scarred for LIFE. Why do I still want to swim with her? At least with her I can push myself harder. Don’t let me down, ego. Though I have to ask, do I really look like a hungry fat kid out to gobble anything that resembles something edible? Hrmph, I bet none of my friends actually think I’m fat. RIGHT?? My Very First Post i know i know, for ya'll seasoned bloggers out there, this may not seem like a big deal... but it is for me =D yup, im a blog-noob, so forgive me if the template looks so estate-ish and the fonts being very noobish. i tried messaging Esther for help but she's in church now...aihhh. its ok its ok, i can manage =Dbefore u read the post lemme explain this term that i might use for most of my posts ya. its called the *Cycle Gap. ok this is actually an Indian term for a situation where a person just comes out of nowhere and kick u in the nuts. well in a way. ok lemme give u a situation. when A is criticizing u about ur weight, B comes in and criticize you with added points. so B cycle gapped his way through. lemme find proper words to describe it..hmmm.. its like taking advantage of the situation by backstabbing u. understand anot?cycle gap 101Beijing Olympics. yup, many of you sports junkies await this event more than your mother's birthday.its one of those events that sisters all over the world mutually understand why they have to give up the remote to their big and wise brothers. its like a law in every family..i think thats why my sis is watching tons of tv now, come August it'll all be over for her. heh heh heh.but daym, those Chinese are really giving it all out to host this event. Beijing is known as one of the most polluted cities in the world! i mean, everytime u breathe ar ur life expectancy just drop like mad. yup, Beijing is like one freakin' big Pudu Bus station with lots of Chinese people. the athletes aso damn scared wanna breathe the air there because they said their " performance in the Olympics will be affected"Pfffft, talk about being a sore loser. usually excuses and cock-talking bullshit come after the match, but they took one step further than all of us. So if any of them broke new records, i wonder what they'll say next.....hmmmm....Though they(the Chinese) have taken measures in controlling the pollution at a minimum level to ensure the safety of our brave young athletes.after dealing with the pollution crisis they thought their main problem was over. nope, a different problem came up..out of nowhere,the anti-gov protestors/ Tibetans decided, " ey cha, wouldnt it be cool if we cycle gap* the whole country by holding one of the biggest and worst rally ever?" Bam! China got kicked in the nuts.now its like Pudu bus station with pissed-off Chinese people. fyi, China has the worst cases of human rights infringement in the world, coz they've been banning this and that and you're also not allowed to say this and that about the gov else they'll throw u behind bars. u gotta do what the gov tells u to do coz the gov has the most power. sounds familiar right. mmmphso anyways, the week before the protests, US State Department juuuuust only removed China from its list of the worst human rights offenders. when the protests started, China took it too far.. they shot lots of people.. fuh lots and lots of casualties.scores of people were killed.. even schoolchildren were reported dead...latest news,a few monks were shot by the police during the latest protests..they're monks lar! not bulletproof Chow Yun Fatt. sheesh, somebody should go up and say " eh cha, dei..wtf dei. chill larrr, whats with all this animosity?no more blood kay wtf " the fellas are in need of a good mamak lar. roti tissue and neslo ais can solve any problems =Di just hope they can solve that problem first before proceeding with the Olympics..aiyayai.ok enough about the boring stuff ;p i wanna tell u something that'll shock the very foundation of animal cruelty issues.instead of ISA, SPCA and WWF might barge into my room for this post but im willing to take that risk!okok to the story, while i was driving around at night with my old yet trustworthy Kancil,revving at 660ccs clouded by faded paintjob, and out of nowhere a cat RAN towards my tires..macha(SPCA,WWF),it ran towards my tires dei.. im not sure whether the cat was suicidal anot but to choose my kancil was a big mistake.why? coz its not powerful enough to deliver the death blow. so i ran over its head ...and it was still alive...yes ladies and gentlemen, it was still squirming.i slammed dramatically on my brakes and got out of the car. the poor thing was kicking its head coz it hurts so much. one of its eye was out of the socket and it was bleeding so much from its ears... its nose was gone, and it was still squirming.. .so i did the only thing a sane man and OJ Simpson would do, i killed the poor fella.i did it by choking its throat so that it would stop breathing. i could feel its neck bone snapped as i choked harder.................longest 3 minutes of my life...........i felt its life leaving its body..man, its just one of those days. aihhhh.. thats not the worst part. i left to take some newspapers to cover the fella, when i came back there was another cat beside the body,it was using its head to gently push on the dead cat's head........heartbreaking isnt it.....it was looking at me curiously while i wrapped the lifeless cat. i looked at it and said with genuine sincerity " im really really really sorry for this.... " it felt weird talking to a cat but it also felt like the right thing to do. it ran towards my tires i swear!!!!so i brought the body back to my house and gave it a proper burial. sigh, it wasnt a nice feeling at all... feel free to call me Shad, the cat killer. the OJ for cats. so a healthy public announcement to all, watch out for suicidal cats, if ur not careful, you just might have to strangle it.. trust medrive safe!