Archive for November, 2007
Enchanted
Hypocrit
Ah!!
What an interesting tale!
Of fairies, and warlocks, and witches.
Of princes, and kings,
Of princesses, and queens.
Such a beautiful world.
Painted with only the finest of colors,
Drawn by the hands of the most exalted.
Ah!!
When it all crumbles to the ground,
When storms and calamities and endless torture,
Iflicted upon it’s citizens,
Women and children alike,
Castles fall, lakes are drained,
The sky turnes red,
From all the blood shed you inflict.
A lone figure,
Masked from top to toe,
Robed from head to ground,
A candy cane on your right,
A scythe on ur left.
The red curtain raises,
The stage finally falls.
And you take of your mask.
And bow
Ah!!
You bow down,
As if you deserved the applause,
The gratitude, the praises, and the awards.
The story you and you alone created,
Telling your cliques,
Telling people far and wide,
Doing anything at all to get your play known,
Extorting bonds,
Threatening hearts, and
Shredding hopes
You bow down.
Ah!!
How I wish I could strangulate you,
To hold your windpipe in between my palms,
Exerting every ounce of force i could muster,
Looking at your imminent eyes,
So fearful of what would happen next.
Death, I would say.
Death to you and this fucking play.
Death to all the memories we had together.
You would look me back,
Surprised at my behaviour.
Why oh why are you doing this to me?
Ah!!
A question very simply answered.
An answer I would simply whisper,
Into your lifeless vessel,
Whispering it with triumph, accomplishment, and prize.
I stood up,
Took off my mask.
And bowed.
CB out
Arse
I’ve got CSU tomorrow…and it is…..
Friends (Part I)
I have this sudden notion to list out all of my friends and to describe them!!! Don’t ask me why, but I can feel this sudden aura embalming me from the inside!! Without further ado, here they are!!
Ramzi Bin Haji Mohd Amin
Ah! This Bruneian malay who doesn’t even look like a malay, is one of the 3 buses in IMU. Hailed as a bowling, arts, ping pong, and fooseball expert, Ramzi can be counted as one of the activist in IMU. In addition to that, his skills in micromanagement, human resources, and accounting abilities sets him quite apart from the rest of IMU students. Therefore he is no doubt an asset to the 3 buses as they conduct surprise parties for unfortunate people in the university. Apart from that, he is a good man overall, still like a boy, and extremely lame. We, along with Ho Wen Chung, play online games and constantly help each other to level up, attain items, or even seek revenge from those who PK us (to hell with them!!!).
Ho Wen Chung
This chinese male, hailing from the deeper realms of Petaling Jaya, is the God of all lameness. He can talk to a person, and give him a myocardial infarction within 5 minuites. Although being gifted with this rare ability to death note anybody he sees, he has so far yet to kill anyone, thus showing his moral side (although i think the moral classes actually help him be moral). A unique quality he poseses is unlimited, yes, unlimited, perserverance. An online game, can be quite boring at times, and one can usually get sien quite quickly. For him, it will be the happiest thing in his life to continue clicking, and clicking, and clicking, and clicking, and clicking, and clicking, and clicking, and clicking, and clicking, and clicking, and clicking, and clicking, and clicking, (you get the picture). I personally consider him a jack of all trades, having knowledge in a variety of fields from sports, to litriture, to history and so on.
Michelle Lim Gaik Ai
Michelle, who lives near a hospital (assylum), is a sac of emo-ness (sorry mich). One of the fast talkers in the uni, she is capable of spewing a whopping 390 phrases per minuite in any given conversation without repeating any of the phrases she uses. A waterfall of topics somehow seems to originate from her larynx, producing anecdotes of sheer feelings. A source of creativity, Michelle creates various works out of thin air such as posters, club t-shirts, videos, and the occassional photographs or 2. Michelle loves reading, and i would do anything to take her bookshelve, containing just over a thousand books, for myself. A very philial girl indeed, she cares a lot for her parents, yet still have enough ounces of care left for her friends. She has burried a dead hermit crab at the playground in the grounds of Vista Kommanwell B, and it’s spirit still haunts her till this day.
Kelvin George Thomas
Black, Blackie, Hitam… Anything with the color black, will be enough to describe Jogre. Jokes aside, this rocker dude is one of the more happening people in uni. A master of the guitar and the game of ping pong, Jogre constantly strives to satisfy his hunger for self satisfaction, not to mention his hunger for food. If any morcel of food gets into his line of sight, beware, for he will, and i do mean it, will “bao” it from you in anyway he can. But of course, being Jogre, after taking, he will give back. And will occassionally, if not seldom, treat you to one of his fodder.
Doreen Saw (yes…this is her full name)
Doreen, the cheerful bundle of joy, can be seen skipping from lecture hall, to library, back to lecture hall, canteen, and back to library with her trusty companion Chen Yi. Always smilling, Doreen is a very childish little girl(sorry doreen!!) who has a very mature mindset (nah!!). Always something on her mind, she can sometimes, if not always, be very hard to predict. She has a circle of semester 5 friends, making her enemies think twice before doing anything to her. Such protection proved to be a valuable asset when a fool tried to make fun of her, and was zhe-ed to oblivion at once by her circle of protection, without her uttering a single word(ok, am thinking a lot now!!). But, she is a very very good friend. Need emotional support, go to her, and she’ll listen to you moan, scream, yell, cry, and she will moan, scream, yell and cry along with you. Now wonder she has that circle!
Ng Chen Yi
The JPA student (grrr). One of the brains in uni hailing from a little city called Seremban. Can be occassionally spotted together with Doreen, who is best mates with her, and of course, best mates with Yew Wen. A cheerful (sometimes), always smilling (seldom), merry (never) girl who will always help you when one has academic questions need answered. A very open minded individual, which in my opinion, essential for one to learn new stuff.
At this point of time, i just realised, i really do not understand most of my friends, which is saddening. One year of being in moderate proximity with each other and still i can’t write essays about them. This is extremely saddening for me and i have not wished for anything other than going to my corner to moan.
P/S: Anything i have said wrongly, offencely, defencely, and so on and so forth, please do not hesitate to comment.
P/P/S: The above P/S does not apply to Michelle Lim.
P/P/P/S: All accounts above are extracted from short term memory and from my point of view, hence are not 100% accurate infromation about said person. Any incorrect information is deeply regretted.
CB out
Recharge Revelation
Before I get into my story telling mode, please do allow me to type a few phrases.
1) I had one of the best invites to 1 of the best raves ever to be held this side of mother earth. The fella responisble for this, is non other than Anthony Brain-is-Loss. Thanks bro so much for the invite!!
2) To all the other 3 brothers that came with us, namely Seng Chye, Kelvin and Ming Hui, thanks so much for putting up with me! Really sorry i am not as professed in the lingo that is music!
3) To hell with the organizers of this event. (as u will see later)
A Journey of 144 Kilometers, Starts With a Single Ignition
On a hot friday afternoon, straight after class, right after lunch, we headed down south to Melaka! In Ming Hui’s trusty red Kia Sephia, we trudged on! It was so hot, I was literally sweating from every pore of my body. The seats of his car were not exactly the cusions you would find in Ikea either.. (sorry Ming!) But that isn’t a bad thing because it adds to the adventurous road trippers that we were! And i would not trade it for a Mercedes S Class anyday.(those are for rich road trippers which we were not). We ate potato chips (Kelvin ate the most), sang to various songs on Ming’s Ipod, headbanged on Song2, cracked lame jokes at one another, and shout at Ming for his outrages driving skills!!!(if we ever go on a road trip, this is the sort anyone would want to have!!)
The Whole Nine Yards
We arrived at Alor Gajah without much damage and i was instantly impressed by the size of the place. It’s bigger than any golf course in Malaysia i have ever seen (though i know there’s bound to be bigger ones). Anthony’s summer home, was not the least summer to it. It’s more like home. From the family tree photo frame, to the leather sofas, it was cosier than my own home back in DJ. There was a small garden, beautifully landscaped (by Anthony’s Dad’s own hands), a swimming pool, and a few garden furniture which would be perfect for any BBQ. I was to share a room with Ming, while the rest of the blokes share another. Couldn’t quite understand why Seng had to sleep on a matteress on the floor, but i guess he wanted to save Anthony’s electricity. After we unpacked, we planted ourselves in front of the tele and started channel surfing. We got bored (eventually), and decided to hit the driving range. Anthony and Ming were pros in their own league at the game of golf, while Kelvin and Seng, though first time holding a driver, shot pretty well themselves. Me, well… i can’t even get the stroke right. I’ve always told myself that i needed a proper coach, and time just wouldn’t allow me to do that. We played all the way till it was dark, not to mention da tree i had to climb…twice…after losing at putting. And we head back to the villa, bathed, changed and headed down to Melaka town.
It was 8.30 pm
Saved by the Nyonya
The journey from Alor Gajah would take a full half hour or more to reach, toll gate to toll gate. And another half hour from the Melaka toll gate, to Melaka town. Anthony’s girlfriend recommended an apparently famous Nyonya cuisine restaurant in town. But after countless tries and numerous growls from the stomach, we were ready to have McDonalds, KFC, or practically anything that was available to be eaten that night. UNTIL, we rounded a corner, and there it stood. Not the restaurant Anthony’s girlfriend recommended, but a Nyonya restaurant nontheless. We went in, ordered, and i swear to god, the Melakan folk would have us thrown out by the way we ate. We had spicy Asam Fish Fillet, Scrumptious Ponteh Chicken, Brinjalls the shape of the cross section of a penis, Special Made Tofu, and Gula Melaka Sagu for desert. That meal, i must say, was the most satisfying meal i have ever had in my entire life. It satisfied hunger, taste buds, cephelic firing, and most of all, we had true Melakan food.
After the meal, we went to one of Melaka’s mainstreet to find MURUKHU!! Somehow, in every road trip, there’s got to be an integration between music and food. And this time round, IT”S GOT TO BE…MURUKHU!!! Man, I laughed so hard whenever they sang this!! After the indians there humiliated Kelvin and Anthony by speaking to them in Tamil, which they don’t understand, we too the coaster road back to Alor Gajah. The road tortured Ming’s foot by providing countless traffic lights as we sang along to the song’s of Ming’s Ipod.
Put Your Best Dancing Foot Forward
I shall skip the uneventful periods till the start of the Recharge Event.
2pm. 2 hours after noon, the sun was high above the sky at a 10 degree angle away from mid point…Hot as Hell. We went to the Recharge site. The site, apparently, was constructed on an airfield for small 1 man manned aircrafts. It was EXTREMELY MUDDY ( I cannot stress more the extremeness of the mud). There were people from every corner of the world gathered there. Thankfully, their numbers remained small, and we got to look around a little. Ciggarette stands were set up, a reverse bunjee machine(RM 50 a ride) was brought, 2 cranes for the purpose of dropping humans to their deaths(RM 100) were there, 5 outdoor stages, an indoor stage, a foam bar, and a few scatterd public toilets were all that was on the site. Due to the intense heat, we decided to head back and chill before coming back at 5pm to watch Pop Shuvit live! Pop Shuvit, is a Malaysian Band that plays rock music which i have suddenly gained a liking for. The sound system was awesome, the music spectacular, the long waiting time for them to set up…be damned…That was the only fault in their entire gig. After that performance, we headed down to the indoor stage, where Blackstrobe was mixing a few techno songs that rocked the whole place. Seriously, if you want quality dance music, get Blackstrobe, the bloke’s awesome!
After Blackstrobe, we headed to Tampin (near Alor Gajah) to have dinner, and back to the villa to change. Before leaving for the biggest clubbing experience of my life, all of us, except Ming drained 2 bottles of whiskey. (of course not full bottles la!!want us die ka??)Not before long, i started to talk a lot of chicken. Can’t quite recall the details though. When we arrived, Ming drained the remainder of the whiskey, and we went in. Techno, and dance music rang throughout the entire site. Men and women, dancing as though all worries have been drained from them. Guys and Gals, putting their hands in the air, shaking their bodies, without anyone to tell them what to do. We did all that they did, and a bit more. It was the best fun i have had in years, which is all I can say.
Gung Ho With a Twist of Anti-Climax
The next day, we packed, we cleaned, we threw. But the memories of the best clubbing experience remained. If it wasn’t for the Mud, or the hot malaysian tropical sun, it would have been a clubbing experience only worthy of the divine.
Again, i would like to thank my friends for the company
Anthony for the booze and the villa
Ming for the driving
Kelvin Ming and Seng for Music
and the artists, bands, DJs, attendees, Heineiken, the world, for being there and then for Recharge Revelation
CB out