Take one for november

Hello there. It is me. I'm back after a weeklong absence doing what? Sipping a nice cocktail blend of tv and computer and metacafe and maybe a tinge of productivity. While everyone, well almost everyone else are condemned to solitary confinement chasing alphabets and the laws of physics. Where is the pressure for me? It is coming late.

Yes, i do study, at most at a stretch of 30 minutes consecutively before my feet start to go on auto cruise. They just wander, they walk wherever there is to walk, prance wherever there is to prance, synonymous to my ass which sits wherever there is to sit and lay wherever there is to lay, and well, sleep. If i dont catch the train to dreamland then i'll be foraging for food. I also indulge in managing chelsea on my championship manager probably more often than ever. I bought steve sidwell and theo walcott for a combined fee of 17 million pounds. What the fuck? See! I need to be tied down ala bondage and have text books and past year papers whipping and "punishing" me. Hubba hubba.

Every spm huns out there, I am your reason and your comfort to stroke the back of your neck and tell yourself, its okay, if my hands are still to heavy to flip those biology or chemistry pages, eujinn is far worst, he is still very far behind. And if your mum doesnt let you out, just tell her that hey, eujinn is not on house arrest, he goes wherever he wants to, and either you get to go out and play or your mum would call me a gravedigging fucktard. Hmm, i dont quite get what i just said.

Actually i do study. Its just that its not on the desirable pace which i ought to have. But im picking it up, slowly, not steadily but slowly. I finally have a study timetable though, one that i should have had erm, about a year ago. Still, better late than never. In some cases, i'd rather be never than late.

Haha. I'm so full of dry weed ---- wit. You know, i really dont know how you actually do a strikethrough on your words in blogger, so i write the wrong word first, then put a strikethrough AFTER it since i cant put ON it, mainly because i'm trying to be funny. :)

By the way, i still need upclose camwhoring photos of you who i've not added into my photoshop edited links. And if you want a link space on my blog with your photo on it, just gimme a shoutout okay, i'll do anyone except jayisgay, kennysia, bluewtvfairy, justin yap. Heeheehee, i'm just kidding! Anyone i know lah.

Brad wants me to explain to everyone out there that the captions on his link does not symbolise his dismal road manners. Invisible on the streets actually describes his thick skinned personality who is unshaken and unfazed by onlooking stares and is a type of human that's not too proned to embaressment. In other words, like an ostrich, who figures that if it cant see anything, anything cant see it, and because most of the time bradley loves to stare into camera lenses, he assumes that the whole world isn't giggling at his antics. I think its quite a good thing though, this is how actors are born, i mean made, unlike me, i'm a typified wuss, i'm too conscious about my surroundings. I had a hard time filming The Great Chase.

And to those who want their link pictures changed, just send me one closeup of yourself you wouldn't mind letting other people oogle at, god knows what else they're doing. Ha ha ha ha.

Oh, and in the last post, my real intention was not to humiliate john but someone's gotta say something yeah, its either the angelic or devilish way, and unfortunately my anger had the better of me that day, folks, curb your anger, its a destructive nature. I had a nice chat with john though one night, and i explained everything that was on my sleepy but pretty darn conscious mind and i'm glad almost everything's solved, without bloodshed, without holocausts, without genocide, no rat poison, no zyklon B, nothing, just a lot of water drinking and alot of coughing because my throat was tickling me that night. In the end, it was a fruitful discussion. :D

Finally a post that i had fun writing. Yeay.

Jinny

Your hair is everywhere

I'm misunderstood, i'm broken, i'm torn, i'm ripped. Whatever. We just had a quarrel. Me and my girlfriend. Not like we've never but it happened again. Probably more often now than except this time ended pretty bad(stop getting fucking excited). She's just not replying thats all. I know i'm fucked up. And i fucked up today bad. I thought at least add maths tuition went well today i didn't think of biting my teacher but then it had to, a series of unfortunate events.

I guess you really do deserve some time apart. You've earned it. I'm just a fucking bullshit trying to get attention and not earn. And you misunderstood my last message, it was never ever meant to be sarcastic or cold in any fucking way possible. God knows how the hell it ended up sending the wrong impression to you but i guess it was my fault for writing it that way. And yes i will still send messages to you even if you dont reply, for i know you're serious when you say you wont pick up my calls. I'm so pathetic i know, i've told you so many times and even though you denied it, i know at times you do think i am. And although i know that even some of my close friends are never really in support of me in this relationship anyway, i just hope we'd get over this stupid phase of insecurity.

But as for today, i think i've had enough. I've thrown myself into the grinder, it comes to a point when all you think about is to hate life. You got me, those who quietly want to see me fall in this relationship, those who do stuff, send messages, hanky panky behind my back, you think you'd get away but i guess its just wrong place wrong time, or rather wrong message wrong time. Well guess what, i'm down, i'm almost out, if you think of capitalising on that advantage then i'd say go for it. Those eagerly waiting for me to fall off the horse so they can swoop in on my damsel. You can try, but well, frankly i've had enough of hearing rubbish. Right gay boy john?

If i was keen chee with eyes behind my head, a package of guts, and a raging temper, i'd fuck you up. Stop waiting and start changing boy. Dont test our fidelities because its gonna land you in hot water. Big time.

Quote me if i'm mistaken, i'm more than open to hear your side of the story. If you have one.

Just had to.

Another post written in anger.

Jinny

That's a rap

Another of many BradJinn productions.

Check out the banner for this video below the links section, underneath pete teo.

Jinny

Fever

Some parts of my family.

Financial support : Got
Religious support : Got
Life support : Got
Emotional support : Dont have
Self-confidence support : Dont have

Maybe its the way i'm brought up. Maybe its the way typical chinese families are brought up. Maybe its the way our parents have been brought up. People only talk about what they see in front of their eyes. They only see what they want to see, especially parents. They dont take the time to dwell deep into our emotions and minds and TRY to understand how we actually feel. Its like how they want us to study and get excellent results not knowing that sometimes it is also what we want but we tried and are still trying our best. They dont aknowledge effort. They aknowledge the result.

They put it in teen magazines about 10 problems teens face and all that shit but instead they should put it out for the parents to see and read and understand. It is at this stage that i'm fucking fed up of this household. Because there is so much violent nature i hear everyday especially what happens to my dog. My grandma and dad shouts all the time at my dog for peeing when it is only normal for male dogs to pee in order to mark teritories. Sometimes for just coming into the house. It also goes to us, kids who have been brought up with the cane. It will only instill fear not respect. That is something parents are so defiant to understand.

My mind is racing with so much thoughts and anger. Its hard to grasp topic by topic and type it out. The bottom line is, parents should not blame their kids like they always do when we're being rebellious but blame themselves for failing to bring authority down to nurture a good understanding with their kids especially teens. They always wait until its too late and they complain why teenage children dont relate to them as much as friends and then them trying to be friends with us is just freaky. And frankly, they nag and advice us thinking its for our own good but to me, its just getting irritating because i amachvasjkcvalicbklbctuc hb cjkubvcilaubgcoaicbauicvucykvaucyvchjba. fuck it.

Jinny

Quinnox

With all my illegal activities. Like cruising around in my grey aeroback without a legit liscense.

My life feels like an extract from a storybook.

A storybook that might just end with mum and dad and grandma and che's words lingering in my conscience.

"We told you so."

Jinny

X- ie cu ti ner Style

eu jinn and brad in a room , but i'm telling you rome wasnt built in a day. take everything from the inside and sex it up. we then came out and played but if our lives are for rent we shall say O encato do gantios! When mortal kombat came out back in the early 90's we were listening to QUEEN with a rap remix as ANOTHER one bites the dust. In eu jinn's mind there are fragments of freedom thatare familiar to merasa meraba the sugar ray portion of lil o' me! But as bob dylan said if not for you ( he said this to emelia ) , "when i look at this nickel plated photograph i see the "blowers" daughter" THen out of no where! OUT OF NOWHERE! RAY CHARLES ENTERS THE SCENE! singing LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLLLL BITCHES! But was interrupted by an alien mysterious "track number 13" Sensing that they actually had to get back to business, eu jinn and brad decided to stop mucking around and got back to the original case. "THE CASE OF THE MUSE".
AS they exited the sexually charged studio Banho Cheirsos, they encountered a nasty little midget by the name of Elvis Costello who sang about a new born hawk. Neither of them knew what happened next as Kurt CObain came and slaughtered Mr COstello with an aroused u-boat ( submarine ).

Time passed and their relationship grew ( the gay couple la not brad and jinn ) anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy they dived into the secret hideout of the evil Puffy.
As they disarmed and disposed of the "Hardest Button TO Button" guards and henchmen they noticed the magical artifact they came to retreive was on a canibal's crotch. SUmmoning all their magiKal spells, they called upon the great Guardian Force ; "John MAyer"
John used his amazing deep "wiley" ;) winks* and forced the cannibal to choose between JESUS OR A GUN .....( ok so john mayer was a gospel pusher fucktard....but he got the job done! )
SO the cannibal chosed to renounce his evil faith and accept jesus christ and his personal lord and saviour and passed the M2M m&m chocolates to Peter Pan who was bradjinn's ally......unfortunatly the day wasn;t over as the evil Mastermind Madonna tried to get away.....Not wanting madonna to cause more harm they unleashed their ultimate weapon upon her "THE BACKSTREET BOYS" who ripped off her pointy boobs and touched her like a virgin for the very first time.
AND SO THE DAY WAS SAVED AND BRAD AND JINN CELEBRATED BY DRINKING A VERY EXPENSIVE BOTTLE OF FUEL............( they died ) cheers and thanks.

PS - Try a little tenderness
Peace out
Jah Bless
And finally remember the golden words of P. Ramli : "Punjabi MC! BEWARE OF THE BOYS GIRLS!)

Sasha "Bra Joe From Kilimanjaro" Cohen

Gallantry

Eujinn's smart, but he's lazy.

I've got that for years now. And to ponder upon it, its sounds better like.

Eujinn's lazy, but he's smart.

My mind is slowly disintegrating. I can feel the knowledge sucked out of my head day by day. I want to write, but i cant think of anything to write. On sunday i had this long emo post, then yesterday i had a philosophical one, today, i've got rubbish.

Hey, you ever realised that we grow into our names? I mean, you can actually guess people's names by the way they look. I remember the first time i met cj, fellow rock climber and something something manager(was it?) at corezone in ss2, i told myself that he looks like a joo. Not jew, joo. Somebody who looks like he has a JOO in his name. Well not dead sure he looked like a joo la, because he also looked like a james. But certainly not greg or johnson because those names are only reserved for either pint sized midgets or walking muscles. Then one day i saw his full name on the camp 5 registry and i was damn right. Tan Chiew Joo. He had a JOO in his name. You know what i mean?

Just think to yourself, what is the first impression of a person called paul or albert or dick? Paul to me, gives me an impression of a gentle giant. Possibly a computer illiterate with huge marsupian eyes and a hooked nose. Albert to me looks like a turtle-neck wearing buff, with thick rimmed glasses and side-parting. Dick, well, a dickhead.

Dont think that i'm all sexist-y here and neglecting the importance of womenfolk in my discussion. You girls, like us guys, like all humans, look like your names! Gretchen is your average librarian. Emily and matilda suits little pixie statured girls with shoulder lenght hair, sarah, is everywhere!

You do think everything that i've wrote so far has no basis and is senseless, come on, i know you do. Because i've got everybody comparing their looks to other names already. I know i know, you think many other "beautiful" names can also suit the way you look. You think because of your elegance, you can also be named elizabeth, or you're smart enough to be called isaac, newton, einstein, whatever. You think that hey, my friend's eujinn, i can also see him as a kim sai, or a beng tat, or bernoulli, anything, but one thing i will not tolerate is IRWIN. Imagine how i'd end up if my mum went ahead in naming me irwin? I imagine a me, dragging my feet to school with an English Dictionary of Idio(t)ms, with a swan trolley schoolbag.

Why are we discussing about names anyway?! Who's the bastard who started it?!

Jinny

The quiet screaming alright

I blog best when i blog between my sub-conscious mind under a showerhead. Days are numbered and there is so much left to do. It's so taxing on the mind, body and soul to pick that book up and ignite your study momentum. I was just talking about it today, 41 days right? A month and half doesnt really sound that awful, but 4 cycles of 10 days, 5 weeks? That's dreadful to my earhole. :(

Considering the amount that is left to be done is tremendous and i'm still jollying around like i'm high on glucose. I'll never catch that ship. Or lest i assume i cant anymore. Mum, you cant put me on house arrest, there's the tv, there's the computer, there's the bed, i'll go to the library. Turns out the library isnt really that remedy that i was seeking for. But i'll still subject myself to the library, because i am conscious of my main purpose to be there which is to get some work done and restrain from the temptations back home.

The last sentence sounded like i'm being seduced back home. Ooh, temptations.

You see, i'm forcing myself to blog again when i dont even have much to say. Its a form of stress on its own. Blogger Stress. You see other people updating and writing and ranting and all that, then you go back to your own blog and see that your previous post is oxidating turning brown and all and you wanna blog just like everyone else. Sorta like peer pressure.

And now i'm here with my fingers dancing around my keyboard oblivious to my cereal box waiting to be opened downstairs. Today's my 3rd time having shepherd's pie at ms read without remembering i tasted the same thing twice.

I dont get it.

Jinny

A fitting tribute

:)

Jinny

Inspiration eelek

Okay so maybe i have anxiety and frustration taking the wheel in my life, and i did jump into the pool on friday night with only my jeans on. Its getting harder and harder to ignore msn nicknames wearing reminders that the big exams are only about 2 months away, oblivious to how much head-banging and wall-punching reactions it brings to people like me who cant help but catch a glimpse of it even if i dont want to.

And for an uncanny reason, my pyjamas smells like green grass oil (cheh chau eu), is someone trying to poison(but is failing miserably) me? Although it is organic and edible. Or maybe its the smell of expired naftalene balls.

Paranoia, i wish i could eradicate. Besides, naftalene balls are so yesteryear.

Subjecting myself to writing without inspiration is suicidal, nothing makes sense. My mind is hovering about in my room while my fingers are tapping the keys rhythmically. The probable purpose of this post as i can think of is to finally put ambi mohan under wraps, you see, blog posts are like powerbars, when you first publish, there's a buzz and lots of activity revolving around it, then if you leave it there in the fridge for a little longer than usual, it starts to harden, then it dehydrates, this is the point where no one wants a bite anymore, then it expires and all blog hoppers would come to your blog, see a stale post and move along. Which is why it is vital to update from time to time even if you write jackshit like me.

I have an issue with supercab however. I wouldn't hesitate to write in to any daily paper willing to read another ever growing list of cabby complains. Normal rate charges from ss2 to OU is about 6 to 7 bucks everyone knows that, and i'm sure alot more public transport consumers are still left in the dark about some cabby rules like if you dont tell the cabby earlier that you and your friend are dropping off at 2 different places, he has a cabby right to charge an extra 2 bucks if he wants to exercise it. I've sat countless taxis and have encountered equally countless drivers, from bob marley drunkard to royal family driver material, and i'm sure that the extra 2 buck rule is a whole load of fuck because if it does apply, then most drivers are either too kind to young men like me or they have amnesia. Because when it comes to money, everyone wants to get extra. Yesterday my and brad's taxi ride from OU back home costed 10 freaking holy ringgits, because some stupid pizza faced cabby said it was disrespectful to not tell him earlier that we're going to 2 different stops. Which means i've been rather disrespectful to a whole bunch of other cabbies and they're too stupid to stand their ground. And just because its the puasa month doesnt mean taxi drivers have an invinsible excuse to ooze more money out of passengers by using the respect reason. If it was 6.45 then maybe i can understand that he's rushing home to buka puasa and then he can talk about respect to me, but i remembered his illuminating green clock saying it was 6. And menfolk dont cook unless you're chef wan. Aih, stupid.

I was searching high and low in the taxi for his identification and the registration number but i couldn't find nuts. I was so pissed i even forgot to record his number plate. But i can aptly describe his interior, i'm gonna write a complaint saying i dont have his number but he had his passenger seat slanted backwards to see oncoming traffic on the left because his 4 windows are almost filled to the brim with bloody stickers of the events he's been to. "Program Usahawan 2005, Equatorial Hotel, Puchong", "Japan GT Grand Prix 2006", and he has copies of the same stickers all over. He doesnt stop at junctions because he cant see whats coming on the left, and he drives like alex yoong on a bad hair day. Oh and his meter is tampered for raya, i suspect.

Actually i'm just pissed because i had to fish out my 10 ringgit note so majestically sitting in my wallet. Now i'm kinda broke.

And i really really want to eat seeham, lok-lok style.

Jinny

DamDum

You've gotta read this!

If you think some couple named their daughter 17 years ago after your standard F&N Sarsi is an amusing disaster of the people of great Malaysia. You've not read the best part of this article.

Read this carefully and notice how our people can be freaking DUMB.

The Ambi Mohan feller lah. Lodge police report because some purpoted blogger used only ONE emoticon in her blog post. I didn't know you can also make a report for someone being a little too lazy. Like that my parents and puay chai teachers should've put me in jail a long time ago.

Sohai.

Jinny

It's Friday

This is a copy from Shuwen's blog.

1.) Put your music player on shuffle
2.) Press forward for each question.
3.) Use the song title as the answer to the question
4.) NO CHEATING!!!

1.) How am I feeling today?
Anberlin - Stationary

2.) Where will I get married?
Creed - My Own Prison

3.) What is my best friend's theme song?
Westlife - Flying Without Wings

4.) What is/was highschool like?
My Chemical Romance - Welcome To The Black Parade

5.) What is the best thing about me?
Vertical Horizon - I'm Still Here

6.) How is today going to be?
Legions Of Doom - The Quiet Screaming

7.) What is in store for this weekend?
Motion City Soundtrack - Make Out Kids

8.) What song describes my parents?
Josh Groban - You Raise Me Up *gasps O.O!*

9.) How is my life going?
Scary Kids Scaring Kids - The City Sleeps In Flames

10.) What song will they play at my funeral?
System Of A Down - Hypnotize

11.) How does the world see me?
Stereophonics - Devil

12.) What do my friends really think of me?
Linkin Park - By Myself

13) Do people secretly lust after me?
Brand New - Am I Wrong (to think so? hahahaha)

14.) How can I make myself happy?
Three Days Grace - Just Like You

15.) What should I do with my life?
The Shins - Caring Is Creepy

16.) Will I ever have children?
N'Sync - This I Promise You *LOL!!!!*

17.) What is some good advice?
My Chemical Romance - I Never Told You What I Do For A Living

18.) What do I think my current theme song is?
Everclear - Everything To Everyone

19.) What does everyone else think of my current life?
Audioslave - The Curse

20.) What type of men/women do you like?
Nightwish - Nemo *:D*

21.) Will you get married?
Green day - She's A Rebel *i really doubt it*

22.) What should I do with my love life?
The Panic Channel - Why Cry

23 .) Where will you live?
New Found Glory - I Dont Wanna Know

24.) What will your dying words be?
Audioslave - Your Time Has Come *=.= i thought it was mine?*

25.) When im having sex i say..
Avenue Q - The Internet Is For Porn *OMGG!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHA*

26.) When I meet a girl/boy for the first time i say..
Something Corporate - Punk Rock Princess

27.) When my parents are angry i say..
Butch Walker - Maybe It's Just Me

Almost everything is so coincidental it scares me!! Haha. Copy this and go make yourself laugh.

Jinny

Cry on my shoulders

I hate being emotional. Not like is something foreign in my life, but i find myself a little more proned to tears welling up now. You know the sensation everytime you see people say goodbye reluctantly and they cry on tv, and you just feel like you wanna cry also.

Your nose gets this sudden surge of air rushing in and your eyes simutaneously becomes moist. I tell myself i cannot cry. Because i have my ego, because i have an image i have to keep so that i will not break down emotionally when everyone's around, i think i have to be a man and a man doesnt cry, crying is only for girls. But when it comes down to certain situations, we're all only human, and the humane thing to do is to cry.

I remember back in form 2 i was living with a suicidal mind. Everyday i wake, i think about wanting to hurt myself, i write songs about wanting to kill myself, i sing stuff about self suicides, i even carved out "life" on my forearms with a blade. There were so many things running through my mind then, until now, the reason i was that way, i dont even know, no one knows. What was the root to my misery, what was keeping me from leading a wonderful life like everyone else around. I just thought of darkness, death, what if i die now, who would actually take notice. Honestly i wouldn't say it hasn't followed me till this day, i still have those scars of the troubled life. A troubled life you say? At a raw age of just 13? When you think everything turns their backs to you with addition to the bottled up confusion. You literally are a volcanic eruption just waiting to happen.

There was this one day, a usual day, and usual day to me that time was me, just wanting to be alone, not paying attention to the bickering filling the air, just in school, being the usual quiet, conservative me. We had PJK, but at the same time it was raining so everyone had to cluster at one edge of the canteen and copy PJK notes into exercise books. While everyone else were talking about football, girls, sex, all that jazz we guys talk about, i remember a dissappointed me just staring at the text book. Though i cant remember what i was dissappointed about but i do recall me not aknowledging whatever other people said to me, i just stared, my mind racing with thoughts, paranoia and all that. I felt like that was it, the pinnacle of my frustrations and problems, the lava knocking on crater's door. Then my coach, was on his way back to the quartermaster room and passed our class, i looked at him and turned away. Suddenly i felt his hand grasp my shoulders and he said "what's wrong?", then, eruption point, that instant i just couldn't care about anything else anymore, whether my class was witnessing my fall as a man, what they'll say, how shocked they were, i just cried, i cried myself dry that evening in front of every gazing eye.

I've been there, i've been on the brink of suicide, and it isn't pleasant, it isn't a place where you go to in your mind and hope for pity. Because your sanity will kill you. I still talk about death nowadays, but i bear in mind that i also know a little bit more about life day after day ever since. I think of my life being miserable now, then i contemplate my absence in this world, then it kicks in, the reminders of life, i tell myself i cant leave my family behind, i just cant do it, i cant leave my girlfriend behind, i cant leave my friends behind, i cant leave this world and its splendours behind because there are so many new things to experience.

Yes, like any macho-man would tell you, boys dont cry. I admit i feel embarressed to cry, i feel like a pussy, i feel ugly, i get conscious of what others think if they found out that i am in touch with my feminine side of crying, very in touch in fact, but ironically at the same time, i feel good after a round of crying. You know, sometimes we guys would rather bottle up than burst, some of us dont even care about the things that makes us emotional, because sometimes life is a little too easy to be taken for granted. But i think once in awhile, we should all just let our guards down and flood this damn place up. We're only human, and the humane thing to do is to cry.

I admit, sometimes i cry like a little girl. Emelia knows that. :)

Jinny

Boomiwouldliketoexplode

"Oh dear oh dear, you gotta help me on this". "I've never felt this blank ever!". As the silent pleas twisted and cornered around my head. Unnessecary thoughts of regret and frustration clouding my judgements. I stared blankly at the blank biology questions, hoping a ray of hope would suddenly penetrate through the upper echelons of the hall and bathe me in any instant. Nothing happened. No inspiration, no sudden surge of knowledge, nothing. I know i've done badly, for biology, for chemistry, for add maths, for history, for my pride, for my confidence and of course for my college entry visa.

Anyway its almost over now.

So far i've only had once or twice during the whole exam period to finish early and lay my head on the table. I have no time to even finish my papers, not like i can finish everything but you're halfway through your last essay and an invigilator snatches it away from you. There could only be two reasons why my hourglass keeps filling up at the bottom before i'm actually done. Either the ministry has done something drastic to hurry papers with shorter times or maybe time to time i find myself leaning back, peeling my fingernails, staring aimlessly at the questions pretending to myself that i'm working my answer out, or just staring at the invigilators. "Oo, pn. liew gets on so well with the amarasinggam". Stuff like that.

And when i do have the time to lay back and relax after a paper. I draw. :)

I need to find my footing lah.

Lukas Rossi won!! Good on ya.

Jinny

To "eat finish ade" and beyond

Remember i said something about a cholesterol test and me dying of suspected heart failure? Suspect no more! The results are out!

And, *drum rolls*
I HAVE A SLIGHTLY HIGH LEVEL OF CHOLESTEROL.

Lightly because i dont wanna scare myself just yet at this raw age. In other words, slightly means borderline lah. Means counted as high cholesterol lah. :(

See the LDL inscribed in bold? I dunno what it means but it seems that cholesterol in your body has 2 types. HDL is one type your body needs, so LDL means unwanted ones. Those that cause the fats to accumulate in the outer walls of your heart blocking all the arteries.

The computer was so nice to put that little star in front before bolding all the letters to show me that i have a problem. But luckily it was the only problem i have with my Lipid Studies.

Apparently the desrable level for the LDL cholesterol is below 2.58 and i got a 2.83. Which puts in the borderline condition. Long way more to risk indicator level but a short way to dying.

The rest all okay except for stupid LDL. Because of you LDL, ah ma wouldn't allow me to eat as much prawns as i want without nagging, ah ma also wouldn't let me fry anything without reminding me how my grandpa died, mummy wouldn't give me 11 bucks for kfc every friday night after tuition anymore, mlia wants me to eat celery, i cant enjoy eating anything without thinking of the long term effects and not seeing my grandchildren throw each other around at home and tripping me with my walking stick. :(

Because of you lah.

LDL is not the only stupid thing right now, stupid stupid english paper. I admit, iw as abit cocky and over-confident by not preparing thinking i can just sit there and let everything flow right out. Paper 2 was okay. Considering i created my own moral values for the Pearl. Then bloody paper 2 made us write a speech about the importance of national service. As much as i think its useless, i had no choice but to menanam tebu di mulut. Sweet praises about the benefits lah, how people gain useful knowledge by firing rifles onto moving targets. Maybe i'm just ignorant about the good points of it even though i was *thankfully* not selected. But just had to do it lah.

The 2nd choice essay i chose interesting malaysian habits and practices because the rest just didn't appeal to me although i thought i could've done a better job writing about fire. Not as good as bradley, talking about how the africans danced around fire and gypsies burning on a stake. I've a gut feeling i screwed up my essay because every habit was negatively wrote and i didn't state anything about practices. Practices and habits same right? First thing that came to my mind was malaysian punctuality. Then our courtesy. Then road habits. Then our chinglish slang. Then no more time.

"Ever heard that familiar constant honk behind you as you hesitate to take that U-turn? Ever had your mum tell you its okay to be late because everyone's going to be late anyway?"

Thats how i started it, and then from there onwards is negative negative negative comments all the way. Lucky mr. mail is marking not the government, or else i might be banished to seychelles like tunku ngah ibrahim.

Hold on, let me fish the question paper out of my bag.

Write a story ending with........ It was a stepping stone to success. How pussily lame can the teacher get setting questions like that?

By the way, i noticed something on my cholesterol result slip.

Age :17 Means i'm eligible to drive lah!

Jinny

Exactly, why?

Suddenly i'm feeling the bitterness of losing steve irwin. I know, knock myself in the head for feeling this much for the loss of someone i ignore on tv but i was flipping through the nature channels on astro today and i came across The Crocodile Hunter. Apparently they now have tributes on animal planet and they're putting a crocodile hunter marathon on air with little subtitles dragging across your screen paying tribute to mr. crikey.

Then it dawned on me. As i gradually get engrossed with the slang, the enthusiasm, the blonde frisky hair and the constant repetition of "australian bush". This steve irwin guy who got poked in the heart by a marine animal we cook curry with, he's quite an interesting bloke. No, i totally disagree that he's just an ordinary bloke because if ordinary blokes are like that in australia, they'd all get their asses probed by aliens. Anyway, what he deserves is a state funeral to honour his efforts to wildlife conservation, and of course, putting ozzieland on the world map with every kid in every corner belching out a true blue ozzie "crikey".

We'll all miss him thats to no avail. At least i am. But his wife, she's just another boring ol american yankee who has seemingly picked up a little bit of the ozzie way to slur stuff on camera. But hell no, we've seen enough of that so please get her off the tellies.

With the croc hunter gone up above now, we may think that crocs aren't anymore that interesting. But wait, before you go back to hating crocodiles, there's another croc that's taking the world by storm and you dont need a hunter or be hunted for it. Crocs sandals! You know when bradley and i first spotted a handful of people wearing crocs in camp 5 i was like "that's the ugliest shit i've seen people wear on their feet". Maybe because at that time they were all wearing yellow ones, but right now, like the case of steve irwin, i think to myself and say hey, looks smashing cool, i want a pair.

And it seems like if you get a job in camp 5, you'll get a mud brown for free, but the fact is, they have an astounding array of colours and i dont know why everyone only wants boooorrriiinnnggg colours. You give me cash and i'll be the first to wear pink crocs in my ah pek shorts and a white singlet. Deal? Mmmm. I like.

Tomorrow we got english! And it is no surprise to me having difficulties expressing myself on paper. I hate hate writing essays. Especially those where you have to write letters to your friends telling them what a pussy you are back home. Those are just crap lah. I'm just looking forward to the whole stress free feeling about it. Like they say, just let it flow. So tomorrow i'm gonna tilt my head forward, nudge my forehead with a little nutcracker and let the juices flow. Write whatever is at the top of my head with the intensity as red as my blood on my paper. Wait, it is blood on my paper. Haha. Lame! See what i mean. I'm so helpless when i'm just sitting there, gazing at the invigilators, playing pretend i'm on beacho paradiso sipping on ice cold spritzer with my hands behind my head leaning back. Then i just sit there until one word by one word starts gallavanting into my mind and slides down to my pen. The cruel thing is that everything interesting is never punctual, when you hand the paper in then your mind starts spoonfeeding you with inspiration to write when its all too late. "I should've wrote that in!"

Tomorrow is just the end of a relatively tame opening week of the exams. Next week's gonna be fajitas in hot tabasco sauce, spring chicken in extra peri-peri. Its not going to be easy, but when its in your mouth, just swallow it.

You spit, your mummy whack chatt you.

Today's physics was pretty fucked up. They ask for ways to modify and pimp and boon siew honda motorcycle into bob teutul american chopper whilst making it as safe for the rider as possible.
- Wheels supersize in diameter for stability.
- Sharp frontside for aerodynamic propeties.
- Easy-to-fold material for motorcycle body to delay impulse force.
And i was wasting about 10 minutes contemplating about air-bags. Then i thought to myself to not be silly because motorcycles cant afford an air-bag, no dashboard, no steering wheel. Sounds logical right?

Until i came home, opened my homepage and.

Pbbbbbbbbffffttttttttttttt.

Jinny

In crikey memory, borat and lipoma

The passing of Chief Rev. K Sri Dhammananda, the ironic demise of Steve Irwin. One as peacefully as the wind breezes and another probably not so. Come to think of it, steve's death seemed like it was planned. I mean, what are the odds of a subtle creature like the stingray stinging someone although the name suggests that it does sting quite alot somehow, or else why not name it springray or whatever. The point is, it all seems like some assasination plot to me. Just one poke to the heart, directly to the heart as small as a fist. So accurate its like getting pregnant on your first try. But then again it was just a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. What an unlucky bastard.

Although, i really dont know whats the deal of putting a green tortoise in front of your nicknames on msn in a loving tribute to the late steve crikey irwin. Is the tortoise the closest you can get to a reptile that irwin fondly handles? You might as well just put a rose or just quote "crikey" before every nickname. Then only it makes more sense.

Anyway, these 2 deaths in a week have got me comtemplating. You just never know when you're next on the guillotine, and to insist that you'll definately have another day to breathe the air is a very arrogant and sinful mindset. If so, unfortunately we're sinners. How often have you noticed yourself talking about tomorrows tomorrows and tomorrows bearing in mind that tomorrow may never exist. Everytime you procrastinate in something crucial and important, you might never get that chance anymore. Life is uncertain whether you like it or not, like the little worker ant i just rolled into a ball and flicked far away.

Bear in mind that everything is in the here and now. So why convince yourself there's so much more time to spare? So go out there, and tell the person how much you'd like to see him or her dead, or how much you celebrate them life. For the next time you might be standing in the middle of a funeral procession, mumbling quietly under your breath wishing you had said those words, while you could've still have gotten a response.

Then again, we're all just shy. :)
Too shy till we'd rather not say anything to anyone and take it down to the grave.

Hanyway, the trials have started. It is an early passport for college intake and to scurry of to neighbouring countries fast with fine gleaming scholarships. I thought i stood a great chance this time to AT LEAST get credits, lots of em.. until i saw and experienced matematik tambahan 1.

Gosh, suddenly the clouds gathered and the future looks kinda bleak.

One more paper like that and i'll have to start looking for a job in carrefour. *gulps* chemistry. *gulps* biology. Talk about being a biotechnician. Thank god tomorrow is break day out of nowhere. Right in the middle of it all, a day with no significant papers. Just a mere P&P written in tomorrow's exam schedule. What's P&P? Plug and play? Pretty and paid? What matters is that school is irrelevant tomorrow.

As of now, 10pm onwards, i'm on fasting mode. Berpuasa-ing for the next 10 hours because i'm going for a cholesterol check tomorrow. Not that not eating will affect me at all in the dead of the night but what if i'm really on a high level of cholesterol? At such an age. Recently i noticed a growth on the right side of my abdomen the size of a ping pong ball. But i checked it out today at the clinic and thankfully nothing cancerous, and poses no threat, its just a neoplasm of fatty tissue accumulated under the skin, called lipoma and can only be surgically removed. Probably due to cholesterol which is why i'm getting my level checked. I've got a gut feeling my cholesterol level might just be my cause of death. As my family history states.

On a happy note, Borat's movie will be out this november. And to those who only know borat as a hairy, moustached, green skimpy leotard wearing dude on brad's blog, you obviously haven't seen any of him in action. Which is why i'm giving you a chance to laugh at borat. Yeshkemesh.


You can also go to youtube and type the keyword borat. Or you can check out his official website which will be linked on my blog at the "sites i visit" column. If possible, send yourself into a mass laughing hysteria while doing it.

Anybody got a cure for a cut on the lip?

Jinny

A life well lived

To Chief.
Always remembered,
As a man brimming with confidence.
As a man overwhelmed with bravery.
As a man teeming with wisdom.
As a man who inspires everyone at all.
As a man who is inspired by the people he inspires.
As a man who writes what he believes.
As a man who smiles so adorably.
As a man who would never let his wrinkles intimidate him.
As a man who was never camera-shy.
As a man who would allow his bodily deeds talk a thousand words.
As a man who's love and compassion radiates along his silhouette.
As a man with serenity etched in his voice.
As a man so respected yet so humble.
As a man friendly amongst the hostile and peaceful amongst the violent.
As a man who brought the Dharma to those seeking buddhism.
As a man who illuminated our spiritual lives.
As a man who would convey spiritual talks so philosophically funny.
As a man who'd pat me on my head when i'd walk past.
As a man who knew me as Charlie Chia's son.
As a man who's demise would be a great loss to buddhism.
As a man who finally let go of all things mortal and passed on.
As a man who'd only gain more respect in times to come.
As a man with a life well lived.
A life noble and true.

Goodbye Chief Reverend.

Jinny

The Great Chase

Abu Jilat and Detective Brad in The Great Chase.

This you gotta watch, from the magikal brilliance of bradley and his needle in a haystack material sound editing. Perfecto, just perfecto.

Cleverly shoved in the middle of it all is a small reminder to watch your kids for paedophiles like abu jilat.

This might just make anyone's day. :)

Jinny

Dad everyone loves you somehow

My old man, an august baby, turned 51 yesterday. And as usual, we had steamboat dinner like every other function in the house.

Dad is a year past a century but you can still see people his age turning green in envy because he hasn't got a strand of white yet. He is proof that wisdom does come with age and he's very well the main breadwinner or the family.

Not only that, dad has my every word that he'll be the greatest gramps any grandchild could ever have because naturally he's like the asian barney, minus the purple and tail, but he makes kids peck him on the cheeks, and confuses them into thinking they actually belong to our family.

Oh we were once all estatic when given the chance to blow candles not on our birthday cakes. Until we grew up so big and fast that blowing became a job and a whole new meaning. Haha.

As much as i would like his home-office shifted out of my room so i can erect my own sofa lounge, I LOVE MY DAD.

Jinny

Like a virgin

I thumb the unlock button on the remote and the car emits the familiar double beep welcome before i elegantly open the door to the driver's side and climb majestically inside. I pull the lever and slide behind for ample leg space before tilting the seat backwards for a comfortable recline. As i fumble for the key into the ignition, the euphoria slowly occupy every blood vessel linking to my hypothalamus.

"Finally, i am in control."

Finding the correct key, i cooly slide it into the ignition and gave it a gentle little twist. Halfway through the first twist, the light of the built-in clock flickered and glowed in a swampy green. Then the stutter of the engines once, twice and came to life. I lovingly applied pressure on the accelerator pedal only to hear the engine roar with masculinity.

"Shrrrooooooomm shrooooooomm"

Then, it was a blur. I switched the air cond on, tuned in to hitz.fm, shifted into gear, released the handbrake, and found myself marauding through the streets of my neighbourhood thumping the steering wheel to the beats of Hips Dont Lie.

Every signal you flash, every turn you take, every injection of the accelerator seemed so adult like, so free, so protected from the possibility of being hounded by snatch thieves.

Until you get that kick in the nuts from god reminding you of juvenile detention for driving incompetently.

At least there are those who do trust the way i drive even without my liscense, *cough* mlia *cough*, *cough* chucchy *cough*. And thats only because i label myself a safe driver and i play by my words. I dont know how would that keep up if i am to be a competent driver but if you ask anyone who has taken a ride with me, i'm as safe as an ambulance.

Right? :D

Unfortunately, i'm like a delivery service to the residents of ss2B only, because ss2B is my sand box. As far as i'm concerned i'm only subjected to residential roads and anything beyond that will have to commence on foot. I'd be stuffed if i roam out of my play-pen.

Va-va-vroooom.

Jinny

Fashion kills some

The joys of staying home alone is that you can scream as loud as you want and no ones there to remind you to walk that devil dog of yours. But when your lungs are emptied after all the singing and screaming and the dog stops barking, the eerie silence is still, eerie.

But whats equally silent is a holiday in the middle of the exam season. You cant call it a holiday with everyone being leashed behind bars at home, convicted to studying service. The thing is, how many can say they can submerge themselves into books 24/7? The trend is that we're not supposed to enjoy life when the exams are near. Where's the sense in that? If you can time manage, there's no freaking reason why you shouldn't go out and have fun whenever you can. Time-management is key, its something our dear parents have never really trusted us with, something i dont have. I'm being hypocritical again.

Aaaaannyyywaaaayyy.

Jeng fashion spawns at almost every nook and cranny, what do we know about it? The impression is, "lalamuiZ" love flimsy blouses with over-bling-ed out jeans, long football socks with stripes and converse shoes, and blonde/brown dyed technic rebonded hair. And their male counterparts, the "seehamchaiZ" look stunning in their silky jersey material shirts with dragon motives, bell bottom slacks with huge white leather slippers. Its a prick in the eye for our kind, but to them, our fashion is a prick to their eyes. Maybe what separates us from them is our english-speaking heritage and their eastern influence. Imagine if they all speak english, it'll be a totally different picture. But most of them are chinese-speaking, or to be more specific, canton-speaking, the people in hong kong yell into their phones, curse everyone else in your family but you, and express desire to sleep with your mum but at least they dont dress that way.

I have always been wondering where fashion like that came from. Then one day i was enlightened, the truth was staring me in the eye, i may be the last person alive to have realised, not versace, not jean-paul gaultier, it came from the land of the rising sun. No, not the movie, Japan! Then another breakthrough in the nether regions of my little brain. Harajuku! Japanese people don harajuku fashion like a religion. Thats where all the inspiration for the cockle boys and clam girls originate. Coincidentally we had japanese exchange students come over for a week or so and i managed to further solidify my claims. Unlike the local ones we see oh so often, the japanese are polite and cheery and they dont look like they yell into phones, not like they can recieve any calls here, but they're nice people no doubt. Except sometimes i have to remind myself they're japanese whenever i start wondering why they were speaking in japanese and not cantonese. Thank god the seafood people here dress to the limit of going out and only being insulted at behind their backs by people like us who think we have more fashion sense. Because if the real harajuku girls roam our streets, i'd rather gouge my eyes out and hop into a volcano. And look just like her. Geez, poor girl, poor me.

Jinny

Startde

No more short one sentenced forewords in italic for me anymore. I've moved on from that and decide to have a proper title for my posts instead.

Well what can i say? The last one seemed just like last week and now the exam season is back to torment us stressed out kids. Thank god mine starts on the 4th of next month but i know well enough to not subject myself to last minute studying anymore because there is more at stake here. Its trials goddamit, people say its probably more important than the real exam itself and i possibly couldn't agree more. For early intakes to colleges, scholarships, forecast results and a foundation for a remark if you shit up your real spm papers. See, i'm saying the trials are so freaking crucial but i'm hardly doing shit about it. Gosh i'm such a hypocrite.

I was on the sitting platform beside the huge camp 5 windows with brad yesterday, chatting about how we're so psyched about the greatness and importance of our spm. Honestly, like brad said, after hearing all the ex 5th formers talk about their survival with the encounter of the "great" examination, spm is just another bloated exaggerated test. Just like pmr, remember back then your parents would scare the crap out of you with threats of a tainted future if you dont study well and hard enough. Its all bullshit, pmr is yet again, another bloated exaggerated test to send the poor little 3rd formers into a studying frenzy. Anyone can get into the science stream, anyone can get into colleges, anyone can get into prestigious universities, with a little bling bling passing around behind our backs, anything is possible, even with the stupidest results. A great man once said, "school isnt actually about studies, its about education".

Leadership qualities, communication skills, Ps and Qs, mannerism, independance and rational thinking. You can study your ass off and be up at the top dueling with the smartest brightest prodigies, but without internal qualities, you're just another bag of book reading shit. Just having the qualities and applying it is separated by a fine line. Its what we learn, not how we fare. But with all the PURE pressure and beliefs instilled into us ever since lower education, we dont have another choice do we? Just study people!

I've yet to come up with a timetable which mum has been pestering me for. And oscar's ground sentence is tad bit overtime but thankfully he has overcomed his trauma of being caught in between a closing gate last thursday, the day he almost died. I still replay the scenario vaguely in my mind ever since, i was the one with the gate remote. Me and grandma with our herculean effort of holding the gate back while i frantically tap the remote button repeatedly and praying oscar's head stays intact at the same time. Oscar the dog there screaming like a pussy. Still sends chills to me. He could've been beheaded like that korean guy from one of the al-qaeda videos. Geez. Enough.

I'm done for today.

Jinny

Weeewoooww. Even i am left wondering where all my blogging juices have leaked to.

I cant remember the last time i had to commentate on my-life-so-far kinda posts. For all i know its been really long since i had the urge to write about my daily perks. Alfresco style. So right now let me try to dish out what's skimming on the top of my head.

As of today, for the first time i've seen so far, oscar chia eu hock is officially grounded for a week. Everybody hates being grounded, its like having your wings clipped, as for me, i shouldn't have a right on depicting how life is when someone is being grounded because personally, i've had the priviliege of not being grounded before. But i do know the psychological effects of taking away a person's freedom for a certain period of time, sigh, hell who knows what it'll do to a dog!?

The funny thing is the fact that we're trying to actually ground a dog. For a reason, ground sounds more refering to bury, but nah, ground as in tied to a leash thats tied to a grill kinda ground with possibly 2 meals a day. Unfortunately for him, means that we will be curbing his late night maraudings to who knows where, and he will not be able to practise any of his dash-out-the-gate-at-the-very-last-gap skills. Fortunately for us, we wont have to stay up to 2 in the morning just to open the gate for him to trud in or embark in any of those search and rescue missions. Yet its still funny to punish something as goofy as oscar knowing that its not of any use, lets just hope it DOES teach him that he is much cuter and safer prancing around grandma's bougainvilleas than getting his ass kicked by bigger dogs and coming back limping. Nuff said.

Last friday was prefect's installation! Or was it graduation? Retirement? Retirement sounds more ideal to me because it makes someone seem so old and wisdom-ful, whereas graduation sounds so pop-candy like sweet valley-ish. I dont know. They both mean almost the same anyway, which means end of a tenure, the maturity of a process, the completion of a self-fulfilling journey. Whatever it is, 4 and half long years of constant worry about dirtying my white pants, swimming in the marroon blazers with ahemm, shoulder pads. Sometime during my duration as a prefect, i have thought of resigning, but letting go of all i've hoped for as a fat boy back in primary school (because i was never chosen despite my beefy hands waving frantically in the air) and the authority over *cough* humanely students was something i found difficult to initiate. And so i've held on after so much peer pressure and missing times as a normal student with short sleeves, olive (or navy green?) pants and north stars. Being a prefect has certainly opened me up to a whole new experience of leadership, examplery and authority which was never taught to me as a fat kid back in puay chai.

I have my certificate of appreciation from the school, i have gone through a considerable amount of meetings with mr. allen for disciplinary offences and managing out unscathed for 4 years with only 2 warnings, and i was given the chance to finally perform on installation day, even more so on the drums and in a band. You can say it was a finale.

Cyclophobia. Fear of bi/motor cycles. Given the rising amount of snatch thefts around PJ (with an average of 2 snatch thefts every 3 days)(according to grandma's gossips), it is hard to ignore this phobia. We are often left asking what can we actually do to stop people from being ambushed by scrawny low-lives while walking. The fear now is not whether how much they'll take or if they're having a knife or gun, its whether they have their sanity. Being robbed is one thing, being slashed BEFORE being robbed is another. The upcoming tactics are to immobilize the victim before searching through their bodies, which is why they'll cause grevious harm before taking anything and that evolution from mere snatch and run thieves are certainly very worrying. I admit i'm a pussy when it comes to me walking and motorcycles.

NO~~~ the police ARE doing their jobs. I think.

Jinny

My 2nd video made to date.

I happen to stumble upon short clips of my dog in his very own album thats taking up so much of hard disk space.

Watch him do what he does best when he knows the camera's rolling.



Jinny

Here i was, in front of the computer once again.

Dad popped in after work to lay his briefcase to rest.

"Eh, friend, its abit early for the computer dont you think?"
*nods head*
"I'm not stopping you from doing anything. I'm not stopping you from going out or anything, as long as you know what you're doing okay. This is your final leg and i suppose you know what is to be done to get good results."
*nods head*
"Give it your all and you can enjoy the benefits later"
*nods head*
"You know what you have to do to be a winner. Everyone wants a winner, we want a winner, your friends want a winner, your girlfriend wants a winner."
*O.o*

"Your girlfriend wants a winner." Pbbbbbffffttttttt.

Finally, after all the hinting through my phone bills and pretending he doesnt know anything. My dad finally admits he knows i have a girlfriend.

No more "who's this friend you've been calling almost every night? whats the problem?" and me answering "nola, my friend always got problem with life wan."

Hahaha.

Jinny

ilovechiaeujinn

EMELIA here.

DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DONT WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO MY PREGNANCY.

hahaha ! just kidding! are you crazy?
sorry about that. this is just a pointless post. jinn's at camp five and i'm at home.

i just wanna post up ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE PICTURE :D:D:D

CHAWABUJUMUMUMUCAGACHACHAHSUGAAAAASHHSHD...

btw, me and jinn got into ns :(

Equivelant to a half hour workout at the gym baby!

Jinny

Finally! After 5 years of running. I finally finally have an individual photo of myself ACTUALLY running.

The little satisfactions of life. :)

Jinny

HAPPY 1/2 YEAR ANNIVERSARY MLIA BABY!

You can say you're damn lucky when you just feel so comfortable and good being with that special someone whom you call your own.

There isn't any need for a long post or a list of how much you changed me inside out. All you need to know is you bring the term "feel good" to a whole different level for me.

Here's to 6 months and a truckload more to come!

I LOVE YOU.

Jinny

 

Proof that in life, you can be awarded too even if you absolutely do nothing.

It says, "Lembaga Pengawas Sesi 2005/2006 Sek Men Keb Taman SEA, Chia Eu Jinn sebagai Juru Audit Dalaman". It is understandable for the rest of the excos to be recieving awards like these because they actually HAVE a job to do. Whereas for me, the juru audit dalaman, i need not do patrols, paperwork, attend internal meetings and have extra responsibility piled on my shoulders. And yet i have this small shiny plaque for what a "wonderful" contribution i am to the prefectorial board. Whats does a juru audit dalaman do anyway? Ah, life and its muses.

And so i'm back. After almost a whole two weeks of a blogging hiatus, so much has the world changed. Bradley started climbing drains topless like a sewer rat. Grandma's been exceptionally kind to my dog, and of course, all you football freaks out there, juve the old lady's going down and the transfer market is starting to heat up. Probably THE most exciting period of football.

Then there was also sports day. On the 7th of july.

And Italy won the damn World Cup through a series of provoking and stale football.

The italian team is possibly the most boring team in the entire competition because they're like defensive ducks. But sadly, its their victory that matters in the end. Although lowering your shaved head and ramming someone else's chest ala zidane is the new trend here.

Up to here, i would call this post a close because i'm already out of gas. I noticed that for the past recent months i've been as blank as paper when i'm blogging. I have absolutely no idea what to hum about.

Jinny

Embedded player debut on jinnyboyy.com.

Finally, after so many failed attempts and connection bleeps. The first appearance of an embedded player by youtube.com is on display. Do check my youtube account out for more videos.

Let me just brief you with what you're about to see.

The plan is brainchild of bradley's to do something probably all climbers in their right minds wouldn't. To wake up when the birds are still sleeping soundly, and the crickets are still orchestrating. Set off with LED lights and bicycles to a community rock climbing wall to shoot "cool" videos. Not to mention finish off the Eujinn route that has been unconquered before.

After the spoof climbs and fake sweat on our last visit to the ss3 climbing wall, today wasn't that bad considering the 5.45am wake up call and the barrage of mosquitoes just hovering around you. Until the utterly pointless plan for a berry mission came about.

And yes, it is compiled and being made into a short clip. Ever heard of a berry mission? Sounds like a top secret task but what you're about to see about OUR berry mission, basicly just harvesting berries on a tree that is of climbing height because chi khan is hungry, movie editing completed in just 15 minutes, it will leave you scratching your own scalp.

I hope i do make movies with more sense next time. At the meantime, try to enjoy my first moviework.

Berry Mission

See, i told you you'd be scratching your head.

Jinny

Spread false speech, crucify me, bring me down, and say all you want.

Mlia's the only one for me. :)

Jinny

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Mummy and ma-ma basking in the world cup heat?

You've got to be kidding me.

Jinny

A moment of madness and half a day of your love.

England? Out of the world cup? And brazil? Surprising isnt it? Ah, the wonders of football. Like they all say, the ball is round. Last night i watched the penalty shootout with my sister and that probably was the first time in my life that i've watched football with my sister. Let alone we were actually really discussing. She was saying peter crouch has no standard and i was making my concern known about frank lampard and his cock eyed shooting.

Though i think england throughly deserved their fate, i was convinced that they should've lost in a more glamorous way. Not a shootout. Blame it all on eriksson. Everyone should. He's the asswipe who left out darren bent and jermaine defoe for a useless garden gnome called theo walcott. The worst thing is, if he DID actually used walcott, it wouldn't be that bad. And beckham and ferdinand deserved to cry a river because they were both below par during the whole campaign. Wayne rooney you say? The whole of england and possibly the world was waiting for the boy wonder to recover from a metatarsal injury to set the world cup alight. He did set the world cup alight, with his tantrums. Frank lampard, everyone's talking about frankie lamps, the amount of chances he's had, and at the rate that he's firing blanks, we couldnt be more disappointed. In my opinion, the only player worth credit in the england team would be owen hargreaves, the only player playing outside the english league and was born in canada. What a shame.

I attended cheer 2006 today. Finally. Though cheerleading has never appealed to me, i'm starting to pick up the cheer craze gradually. Surprisingly, it isn't actually each team's performance or their complicated routines that dazzles me. It is the spirit of the crowd. The roar of applause every freaking time someone gets a spin right, or when they start gyrating to the high bass filled rythms. Its a wonderful sight, oh and sound, of the crowd. Maybe the title Cheer isn't all about the school teams that are vying for the title with deep voices and mini skirts, maybe its about the cheer the crowd gives everytime a team cheers. Oh well, whatever it is, it was a lasting impression to a first timer.

Congratulations to DynamiteZ who came in at 2nd. Mlia's school team, her ex-team and the team to support for me. If you cant seem to support taman sea, dj is the place to be. Except i wanted that dynamitez t shirt so badly but it was out of stock. But i still want it.

"WE ARE DYNAMITEZ, YEA WE ARE DYNAMITEZ!" *outrageous applause*

Jinny