I was in Jusco this afternoon for super filling meal of Zinger + Wedges + Chickens + Coleslow + Pepsi. After the perfect meal, I was walking towards the supermarket when I noticed 2 ladies near a bench scourging for items in their shopping trolley. One of them looked very very familiar to me... It was Ms Choong! The other lady was Mrs Chin, who taught me geography in '97!
Huah recognises them immediately too. We eagerly greeted both of them. They were surprised to see us, just like we did too. Then we blah blah blah for some time. Ms Choong have really good memory power. She remembered huah's name in full, and also my surname. I was like wow when she asked, 'You're...... Koong?' Wah... Speaking of remembering a student's name 6-7years after his graduation... WAH!
I still remember the time when I was in class getting lessons from both of these ladies. Mrs Chin, no offense, taught boring geography (I wasn't interested in geography, and her soft voice sounded like lullaby everytime I attended her class) Ms Choong however, left more than superficial inpression compared to Mrs Chin, during my schooling days. She taught me English in form 2. I can still recall the article from Reader's Digest that we spent weeks on. It was centered on a pet parrot-family-bird, Charlie who had its wings clipped and shackled onto a perch. Well I can certainly remember the song that we performed onstage for the English week, and the lashing we got for 'performing well in Ms Choong's classes but behaving like monkeys in other classes.' She didn't like our double standards hahar!
Before we left, huah's mum told Ms Choong something very funny. VERY farny indeed. 'I always remember you for your good deeds, and the other one for her bad deeds.' ROFL! I couldn't stop laughing right in front of my ex-teachers. Huah's mum really got her point right!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Rice-Field Chicken? Sweet Chicken?
人为刀俎，我为田鸡Sad, these ugly things (top eels, bottom toads) gonna end up in someone's gut. Eww... Don't know whether to pity these creatures or the guy's gut...
Yummulicious when added with soy sauce. The other barely cooked ones in the vegetable dish made parents sick. Both of them, sick! They didn't charge for the vege in the end.
Speaking of the service in KaKaHee, much much much much more better than the one near Holland Drive (that we walked out of) LOLz! What a huge difference!
Uhuh, a sign from above? A pillar of light? A C&C Ion Cannon beam I think. Maybe someone test-fired it for their space war programme huh @.@ But why? What had we poor Malayians done to deserve this? There is no 'above' If there is, he/she is selfish as hell.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Drunk
Drunk? Me?
NONO I was still quite sober yesterday, except for one episode of a very minor headache, generalized, not constricting, no N+V, no visual/hearing impairment, no other neurological signs, which resolved spontaneously after a few hours.
The band yesterday in Malacca was wonderful. They played songs that I knew and also pleasant songs that I'd never heard of. The bad part was
- the speakers were a bit loud, but that couldn't be helped (people sitting far from the stage need to appreciate their nice singing too)
- some guy went on stage and sang, subsequently ruining the original song
The food was nice and I drank a whole lot of I-forgotten-the-name-alcohol mixed with 7-up. Huah's brother and dad were flushed near the end of the dinner, and was banned from driving. Well, I didn't take that much, so I was permitted to drive by huah, and my parents (though my dad seems quite concerned as he stayed alert during the whole drive back to Seremban)
Here are some photos
The band on stage from the Phillipines
The master table. Now it looked like a table for war generals...
Tea, anyone?
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Two In The Morning
This early early early morning, I just finished watching Cruel Intentions, and while lying on my bed (wondering why the night was so f**king cold) waiting for sleep to conquer me, when.....
BWEEE BWEEOP BWEE BWEEOP BWEEE BWEEOP BWEE BWEEOP BWEEE BWEEOP BWEE BWEEOP
Some kind of alarm rang. Well, I guessed that it must be the fire alarm. Strange, it 'chose to' ring on a cold night. Perhaps some poor mouse chewed the wires and triggered the alarm (and subsequently getting crisp at the same moment)
I smell the night air. Fresh, no smell of smoke. Well, no need to panic. I am living on the top floor of my 3 storey block with at least 4 route of escape, and also routes to another block. No worries, I thought as I lay back down on my bed.
'The fire alarm has rang. All please proceed to the safe meeting area!' That was the announcement on the PA system, once in BM, repeated in English. Well, they missed the 'This is not a drill' part, so I guess that this must be a drill. Still no smell of smoke, am I downwind? I didn't hear commotions anywhere though, must be a stupid drill.
Suddenly blaring sirens (much MUCH louder than the alarms) filled my ears. WTF? Now this is annoying. The security guys parked their DAMNED van under my window and started BLARING the siren from the stupid van! If only I have stones, minus the mosquito netting, the van would be ahemm ahemmed... Felt like shouting PUKIMAK from my dark room... Why the hell are they having a fire drill 2am on weekdays?
Brainless assholes...
So I sat in my room waiting for the 'ordeal' to resolve. My stomach started to grumble (suffering from AGE for a few days) and the urge to go to the toilet was so unbearable. So I grabbed my belongings and went. Halfway doing my shit, the lights went out. Hey assholes, it's 2am ok? Even if you cut the electricity, no one is going to budge from their rooms. Luckily for me, I had my handphone to light up the toilet though, starlight can't reach confined areas...
Finally today, someone told me that 500 survived the fire, and 200++ perished.
Well, I'm toast!
BWEEE BWEEOP BWEE BWEEOP BWEEE BWEEOP BWEE BWEEOP BWEEE BWEEOP BWEE BWEEOP
Some kind of alarm rang. Well, I guessed that it must be the fire alarm. Strange, it 'chose to' ring on a cold night. Perhaps some poor mouse chewed the wires and triggered the alarm (and subsequently getting crisp at the same moment)
I smell the night air. Fresh, no smell of smoke. Well, no need to panic. I am living on the top floor of my 3 storey block with at least 4 route of escape, and also routes to another block. No worries, I thought as I lay back down on my bed.
'The fire alarm has rang. All please proceed to the safe meeting area!' That was the announcement on the PA system, once in BM, repeated in English. Well, they missed the 'This is not a drill' part, so I guess that this must be a drill. Still no smell of smoke, am I downwind? I didn't hear commotions anywhere though, must be a stupid drill.
Suddenly blaring sirens (much MUCH louder than the alarms) filled my ears. WTF? Now this is annoying. The security guys parked their DAMNED van under my window and started BLARING the siren from the stupid van! If only I have stones, minus the mosquito netting, the van would be ahemm ahemmed... Felt like shouting PUKIMAK from my dark room... Why the hell are they having a fire drill 2am on weekdays?
Brainless assholes...
So I sat in my room waiting for the 'ordeal' to resolve. My stomach started to grumble (suffering from AGE for a few days) and the urge to go to the toilet was so unbearable. So I grabbed my belongings and went. Halfway doing my shit, the lights went out. Hey assholes, it's 2am ok? Even if you cut the electricity, no one is going to budge from their rooms. Luckily for me, I had my handphone to light up the toilet though, starlight can't reach confined areas...
Finally today, someone told me that 500 survived the fire, and 200++ perished.
Well, I'm toast!
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Pictures = Fake Representative of Life
I once watched a movie, the lead said that pictures are hypocrites. They make crying people look so beautiful. Well, I couldn't agree more.
Pictures of my hometown, my bed, my house, my dining area looked so colourful, but in reality, it is just the 'Ceh, like that only mar...' feeling when I see it with my eyes.
Seremban boulevard, beside the market @.@. Looks pretty cool and neat with the palms and the neat building on the left, not to mention the tiny signboard indicating the parking entrance. But stepping into the real world under those trees, the only thing running through my mind was, 'WOW the fucking heat, and the damned sun!'
From the car, on the north-south highway to KL, stuck in the traffic jam, whipping out my phone, took a 'peaceful' shot of the highway. In the car though, I remembered thinking about 'OMG why is there a stupid jam here? Why can't people drive carefully and avoid accidents? Why the hell must people slow down to look at the accident site? Stupid people causing stupid jam wasting stupid time.'
Perhaps I should slow down in my life. Take some cool (if any) fresh air and relaxxx.......
Pictures of my hometown, my bed, my house, my dining area looked so colourful, but in reality, it is just the 'Ceh, like that only mar...' feeling when I see it with my eyes.
Seremban boulevard, beside the market @.@. Looks pretty cool and neat with the palms and the neat building on the left, not to mention the tiny signboard indicating the parking entrance. But stepping into the real world under those trees, the only thing running through my mind was, 'WOW the fucking heat, and the damned sun!'From the car, on the north-south highway to KL, stuck in the traffic jam, whipping out my phone, took a 'peaceful' shot of the highway. In the car though, I remembered thinking about 'OMG why is there a stupid jam here? Why can't people drive carefully and avoid accidents? Why the hell must people slow down to look at the accident site? Stupid people causing stupid jam wasting stupid time.'Perhaps I should slow down in my life. Take some cool (if any) fresh air and relaxxx.......
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