The L-oh-rama

Instead of reading like when you normally read, try to imagine the narrator is whispering when telling the story, like michael scofield talking in prison break, or lucas scott talking(with his eyes barely opening) in one tree hill.

It was not an ordinary day, I still remember vividly. The sky was dark, the streets were empty, everything seems to lose it's colour.

I played frets on fire for a few hours. I feel like I was playing in a concert, I did every possible pose, standing, sitting, jumping while playing my "guitar". However, it was useless.

Desperate for a good night sleep, I reached for the phone and called 1-800-sleep. They put me on hold for 10 minutes. Damn !



Suffice to say, I managed to get a good night sleep, with Chipster packs all around me. I didn't even manage to change my shirt. Ah, what the heck ! As long as I get my sleep.


After all, I sleep better with Chipster.

p.s. : That's all on my try to imitate Frank Miller's Sin City, and to get a party pass to Nuffnang 1st birthday bash. And you can stop whispering and open your eyes wider now.

Fresh from the Photoshop, this is my design for this coming general election.

A joke about election :

While walking down the street one day a Malaysian Boleh Minister is tragically hit by a truck and dies.
His soul arrives in heaven and is met by an Angel at the entrance.
"Welcome to heaven," says the Angel. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem.
We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says the man.
"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven.
Then you can choose where to spend eternity."
"Really, I have made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the Yang Berhormat
"I'm sorry, but we have our rules," says the Angel. And with that, the Angel escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.

The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course.
In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and dressed in the finest batik there is.
They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.

They play a friendly game of golf and then indulge themselves on lobsters, caviar and the most expensive food there is.
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes.
They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises.

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where the Angel is waiting for him.
"Now it' s time to visit heaven." So, 24 hours pass with the Yang Berhormat joining a group of contented souls moving from
cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing.
They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and the Angel returns.
"Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity."
The Yang Berhormat reflects for a minute, then he answers:
"Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think Ai yam better off in hell."
So the Angel escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.
Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage.
He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above.

The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder.
"I don't understand," stammers the Yang Berhormat.
"Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time.
Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"
The devil looks at him, smiles and says,
"Yesterday we were campaigning."
"Today you voted."

The last part of the youth '08 started with a performance by someone playing violin.

Do you remember when you were a kids, when you walk pass a window display of a toy store, you would press your nose against the mirror of the window, then dripping your saliva admiring and wishing you could bring back home all the toys on display.

Well, when you have grown up, the situation doesn't really change much. When we surf the net, or walk pass a gadget shop, we will stop and drool on the latest gadgets whether it's a super thin notebook or a game console. Usually this "big boy's toys" are very expensive, and an average joe like me wouldn't stand a chance of owning it.

However, for a smart person like me, fun doesn't have to come with an expensive price tag. For example, I've been monitoring the game Guitar Hero which can only be played on a game console like xbox 360, ps3. In this game, players will have to press the fret and strum just like playing the real guitar.

With the help of uncle Google, I managed to find a free open source software called Frets on Fire which is a guitar hero clone playable on PC. The style of the play is quite similar as well, the only thing is, FoF use keyboard where F1-F5 are the frets while Enter is where you "strum". So basically you have to hold your keyboard inverted to play this game realistically.

happy valentine day everyone !

while i'm gonna stuff my head into piles of notes and books to study for my test in approximately 17 hours.

From today on, I'll have a section called "talk cock sing song" where I'll post story that you won't bother and in the end of the post, I'll recommend a song to listen to. So, off we go !

Went makan and watching movie with the Chan brother(Nelson and Wilson haha) and Mark last saturday at Mid Valley.

A very Happy Chinese New Year from me and the humongous rat of year 08. Enjoy !

On the 27th of Jan, I followed my friends from KBU who were playing in a tournament at KL Alice Smith School, so I sort of become their official photographer. Haha.

The school we were going to is located in the outskirt of the city in Seri Kembangan. Once arrived at the front gate of the school, the security checked us kaw-kaw. A check on their website showed that a non-refundable enrolment fee of RM 16000 is payable before your child can step foot in the school. Enough of the school already, this post is supposed to be about ultimate frisbee.