I have finally realized how its like to cheat death. When your adrenaline starts pumping, you break into an uncontrollable sweat, you cant cycle straight, you wait till the old man who saw it all happen is out of sight then curse him for cursing you, when you give yourself a small smile and try telling yourself its okay, when you see the lady in the car yelling in shock while banging her fists on the steering wheel, basicly, when you realize what a lucky fucker you are.

I just realized i might just die way before my great-grandma's time, after one escape, im sure the next time it wouldnt be too lenient on me.

Okay, I nearly got into a mess when my bike just merely whisked past this lady's front bumper, like all hollywood actors of actresses would recite in their scripts, i swore i couldnt remember a thing except for NOT looking in front of my bike and the screeching of tyres and bursting honk. Though i can remember the old man giving me an awry look and yelled to me with a tone that your dad would when you'd tell him you dent his car door, he said:

"Young man, you want to mati? Dont you cycle like that!"

With that quote, i got so scared i just kept on cycling, it was then i noticed the seriousness of things, and how in the world had i managed to come out of it unscathed. I'd imagine if i'd really had my head smashed against her bonnet and the sound of the sirens and to wake up in another place. Thank my karma i'm telling all of you this while you're sitting your butts in front of the computer than by my bedside. And if it wouldve got worse, you'd have my parents, or the lady, or the old man relating my story to you while im lying in my box.

Again, as cliched as it may ever ever sound, this post is just to tell you guys to appreciate those around you while they're still alive and kicking. You never know when its too late.

I'm THANKFUL that i'm still here on my swivling chair typing this out at 6:01 pm and not having my brain juices cleaned off a bonnet. Gosh.

Love,
Jinny

In loving memory of Datin Paduka Seri Endon Mahmood, the First Lady of Malaysia, who passed on from breast cancer early this morning. The whole Malaysia's mourning, and if you've not noticed, even the skies. Amazing how the clouds have so much water particles to last a whole morning and late afternoon.

I've finally finally started training after a long lay-off and i've been under the rain since this morning. I do realize i might have a fever coming up on me soon.

Anyway, reading through my archives today, the main purpose of this post is to thank everyone who's been reading my blog ever since a year ago or even if you've just started today. Honestly, I would similiarise it with the progress that the port of M'cca did almost 600 years ago. From a dark, black, cold blog with short posts, to an orange fiesta with colourful alphabets and a saucy theme, and now back to the old black and cold theme dubbed Into The Cold. With over 110 posts, I'm amazed how this blog has progressed through a year when my first motive was just to create a blog and post my training schedules and timetables for others to see (Yes, I'm not kidding!). I guess right now, its already a part of me, just like my computer, or MSN, or my beloved handphone. I guarantee you i dont know any other way to express myself and let others know but through this blog and i'm very very thankful for that.

Every post or comment you make either in my posts or on the chatterbox, will only spur me to strive and make this blog more interesting than before, in simple terms, comments and the presence of everyone out there who reads this is indeed the blood flow of this blog! Keep it flowing guys!

Special thanks to those who've been reading and visiting this blog ever since its first few posts, Chucchy, XR, Mira, Melly Spinelli, Vrillie, Big Sis, 2nd Sis, and Julie, and to everyone who I've not mentioned here, you know I love you! :) THANKS Y'ALL!

Love,
Jinny

Always let a girl do what she's meant to do.

Terrible wrapping, but hey chucs, these are for you! :)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Friends aren't really friends anyway. Most of them just wanna suck the shit outta ya.
And then there are those who only go for the fame above friendship. And famous friendships if you know what I mean.

There's no more use talking about problems in life and what's bothering me, no one's ever gonna change. Not for you, not even for the good of themselves because their motives are all screwed up and shit.

If you're not famous with your group of friends, you're most likely never gonna get anywhere.

Fuck.

It's happened again.

Its happening again! Its raining! Right now, on a Sunday morning. This couldnt be more perfect.

For those who arent really finding happiness in whatever they do in life, go listen to Radiohead's Creep. Its really meaningful and flooding with emotion, reminds me of myself sometimes.

Radiohead - Creep

When you were here before, couldn't look in your eye
You're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish i was special
You're so fuckin special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I dont belong here

I dont care if it hurts
I want to take control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fuckin special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I dont belong here, oh, oh

She's running out the door
She's running out, she run, run, run, run, run

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I dont belong here
I dont belong here

And then there's 1979 from Smashing Pumpkins, another good one.

Love
Jinny

The occasional ecstasy.

Finally! The sky has finally poured on a weekend morning! And I was right on my bed, with the sky so dark, and my room coloured the same way to suit the sky, basicly, everything was so dark and cold, and I told mum to leave the window open before leaving for M'cca and so she did. Imagine, snoozing around on bed, with the occasional rumbling of the thunder, and the grey sky, the pitter-patter of the rain, the darkened room with your comforter as the only source of warmth. Nothing, and trust me, NOTHING could be better! Especially on weekends.

Spent the almost the whole of today in OU, walking around, visiting the same places more than 3 times, after almost 9 hours of walking, OU just seems sooo small. Bumped into almost everyone I know there. Spent 40 bucks today on stuff that I dont usually buy. And 4 Brothers wasn't bad at all. Although I do feel guilty for skipping drums and dinner with my aunt.

This I take the opportunity to wish my blog a very happy belated belated belated birthday. 1 Year Old! People!! Well not exactly ONE right now lah, supposed to be on the 29th but better late than never.

This is for you Bloggie!!

I swore i couldve tore all you mofos up to bits!! Just because your hell-hole colour gang or whatever shit gang has all its members fail moral, you guys rejoice at the sight of me failing my moral and say i complete the whole gang. You fuck ass mofos!

And then there's moral, i was hoping i wouldve at least NOT failed anything this time, and looked on course in doing so when all i needed was another 27/80 to pass add maths, and then i found out i got a fucking 27 for moral. Once and for all, FUCK MORAL!!

If i do fail another subject, dont be surprised to see me standing over the ledge of the pedestrian bridge threatening to jump into a highway of cars. Or maybe just banging tables and smashing ornaments around my house. My temper cannot be contained in situations like this. Boys dont cry, remember? ONCE AGAIN, FUCK MORAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And again i swore to god i couldve just started screaming in class just now, fucking sick showing your "im cool" face around when inside your burning hot. And for this time, I DO NOT APOLOGIZE FOR THE SWEARING AND CUSS WORDS BECAUSE I COULDNT CARE LESS!!!!!

Ever getting lost in translation while writing a post? It's irritating, I know...

The good ol form 3s just finished their PMR and are lost in the fits of freedom while the "older" ones, like me, are still stuck with the finals having 3 days to go. From tomorrow onwards, its all shading the round alphabetic boxes once again, except for modern maths 2 and english 2. Apart from that, everything should be on a downhill scale from now on.

I'm slowly getting hooked to Lost like everyone's hooked on to OTH, or OC, or Laguna Beach. Although the long downloads mostly dont get my patience very well, but I'm coping with it, and hopefully my Ares AND Limewire doesnt stall due to a download overdrive.

And then there are some people in life who are just idiots. They go around insulting the looks of others and when it comes to themselves, they sing their own praises. I guess I'm the only one feeling this way because others just DONT see it. Never ever ever ever ever ever judge a capati by its sarong-wearing cook. <---- The effects of acid rain, global warming and a whole lot of study.

Well then, this post is just to give you a quick update that I am not underground yet and pretty much still kicking. Till my next post.

And to all Tmn SEA form 3s, boring la you ppl. You guys are no match for our PMR-ending celebration. Cheh.

Love,
Jinny

A new look..

Now people, i've finally decided to do a makeover for my blog and browsing through the template lists, I came across this theme.

Dubbed Into the Cold, this theme is mainly to emphasise mostly on the coldness in and around our daily lives. As you all know, I'm pretty much of a dramatic post person. So to me, this theme suits me like an enzyme to its substrates (too much biology it seems). I dont know about the opinions of others, but heck it, its my blog!

Tag your comments! :)

Love,
Jinny

Yep, thats right, 5 more days! For now, we're or rather i'm still frolicking around the net, telling myself that its Friday and i should chill out. Chilling out indeed.

I've gotten two marks back though, and i do see a vast improvement in marks, and hopefully this fine form of reward comes in at a swifter and much more consistent pace.
Sejarah paper 2 : 52/80
Add Maths paper 2: 45/100 (come on.. its already a miracle for me!)

One week ago, i already started planning in absorbing my surroundings and intepreting it into a probably 3000+ word blog post to round up on my views and goals and of course, what i do feel about society, and well, mainly also to prove people wrong that only girls can write really long posts about their love lives and gossips. I'd prefer my blog posts to be erm.. like erm.. coup de grace.. you know..

Anyway, I've decided against writing that super long post anytime soon but instead, I present, to you:
The To-Do List After 14th October and mainly before whatever date RKA falls on: *drum roll*

• Use the computer without feeling any guilt or despair
• Persuade mum and dad to get me a drumset!!
• Not think too much about results
• Convince dad that I tried my best in the exams
• Go gallavanting! *a must!*
• Get a new Andy McNab novel
• Look forward to Shanghai trip with much anticipation
• Clean my study table
• Frequent my evening walks with Oscar around the neigbourhood
• Pump air into my bicycle tyres
• Search for an Add Math and Chemistry home tutor
• Partaaaayyyyyyy!!
• Late-night movies at Brads and night-school-explorations with torchlights and the walky talkies... hahaha.. *ooh i love this one*
• Play more futsal
• Go shopping for a new collared shirt that is NOT red
• If possible, find a new drum teacher
• I think i mentioned this already but..Partttaaayyyyyyyyy!!!
• Get Fifa 06 and Winning Eleven 9
• Get myself a handy, trusty mp3 player

As for now, I'd wanna go castrate some mosquitoes and maybe watch abit of the magnificent invention of the Television. I've already got an eye-strain.. shit

Love,

Jinny

When it all goes down....

Exactly 10 more days to the end of finals and counting! :)

Yesterday morning, great-grandma collapse again, just like the scenario the other time when it was really serious, this time, she had her drips and was back later in the afternoon. Due to slight de-hydration, she fainted during breakfast.

To that someone out there, who had a drumstick fall on his head at approx 5.05pm yesterday at the Taman Jaya LRT station, I'm really really sorry. I noticed the train approaching just after i tapped my touch n go card on the sensor so i took the stairs instead of the escalator. To go up faster, I hopped the first few steps alternately and swung my hand carrying the drumstick bag a little too aggressively, a drumstick flew right out of a small opening and flung against the pillar, being cylinder-ish, I chased after my rolling drumstick and to curse my luck, before i could collect it, it rolled right under the railing and onto the ledge (I was on the 3rd floor and the taxi stand was right below, so the fall must've hurt somebody real bad), yeeaap.. it rolled over the ledge and I stood there petrified. Screw it i thought, its only A drumstick, and if I'd go down to get it, I'd risk getting a hammering and losing another RM1 or so getting back in.

Estimated losses yesterday: ONE LA special Hickory 7A drumstick = RM19/2 = RM9.50
Abit of confidence in revisiting the Taman Jaya LRT station
RM 6.50 for a lousy drink
Part of my sanity...

The week to come is plagued with nags and very very important yet hard papers. And to EVERYONE who's in Form 3, GOOD LUCK FOR YOUR PMR!

Love,
Jinny

As easy as it sounds to the ears, another good morning and afternoon has been wasted.
I know I'm leading myself to my own destruction.

What the hell is happening to me??!

The only thing that spurs me on right now -->

Swedish Almondy Cake with Daim inside.

Life was just too perfect then......

Looking back at those carefree times, when all you worry about is whether your toys are safely kept, or how many of your cousins will turn up everytime you balik kampung.

My cousins in this capture with me are the few closest ones even until right now, I admire this photo of its authenticity, the innocence in the looks, and basicly, just the fun we had taking it, and even by looking at this photo.


In case you're lost in the faces, I'm the one tormenting my cousin in blue.

"You cant always get what you want."

MSSM Champion School Relay in Kedah has taken a quick 4 days off my life. Well, to talk about our results would mean I'm still not over it, but heck, of course I'm still not over it. Jordan Jordan, our last runner, technically our fastest 200m runner in the team, what happened to the last 10m or so in the finals? This is everything you need to know.

22nd September 2005: Woke up at 6 to do a double check and pack the dried clothes that were hanging around my room the whole night through into an overpacked luggage bag. Set off for school at the usual time. And from there, arrived at Cobra Club where the rest of the Selangor team were staying at approx 7.30am. The only thing not worth enjoying is the 8 hour bus rides with multiple toilet breaks. No wonder it took 8 hours. Arrived at Alor Star at 5pm, settled into our dorms (as usual, the boys get the cramped, bottom-floor, ugly toilets dorm, and the girls?, the NEW block! Not tryna be a sexist, but God is a girl man...) So what do 5 curious guys do when they settle into an unknown territory and the toilets are a wreck? Of course, they search for toilets of their own. Our toilet (secret! as we claim la), was this secluded spot inside the school compound, and we only bathe when the students have all gone home, and NO, we weren't naked. Today's the first time I'm in Kedah and I finally know where the heck Butterworth is.

23rd September 2005: Bus leaves for the stadium at 7.30am, the 4x200m heats was the only event in the morning, as we reached the stadium, hung around for about 1 hour before Boss started nagging about warming up. I took my Ponstan(painkiller) tablet hoping it might take effect just in time for the race. Warming up, I guess we pretty much took the back-seat, didn't really warm ourselves well when they ushered us into the reporting zone, it all happened so fast, the only thing i can remember is the cold, stiff muscle feeling when I was doing my wind sprints, it was then I knew I'm in deep shit. And true enough, we clocked the 8th fastest time (1:38:61), and to make matters worse, we were the last qualifier to the finals, so it was really a narrow escape. Lazed the whole afternoon through at our secret toilet reading sejarah and listening to Audioslave. The damned Ponstan started taking effect at night.... =.=

24th September 2005: Morning was a free, until the afternoon, we were psyching ourselves with consoling words like "No pressure" and "We have nothing to lose, we cant go any worse than 8th". Although we knew that the first 2 medals were totally out of reach, (Kelantan and Perak were freaking fast!), the best we could hope for was a bronze. Somehow, the finals seemed perfect, our warm up was perfect, not much pressure mounted on our backs, the weather was quite warm, which adds the effect to our warming up, at that moment, we were actually confident we could really nick the bronze medal from the other 5 finalists. Even the Kelantanese wearing their professional body suits weren't enough to jitter me. For once, it was like the perfect race.
The gun went off, I yelled my nervousness with curious glares from the crowd sitting behind me, although we were placed in the 7th lane, I really though Ming Hee did quite well for his first 180m or so, until he stepped on my marker and I set off, now usually once the runner who's passing the baton reaches the marker, a standard yell of "UP" to signal to the runner recieving the baton to lift his arms in a stretch and then simutaneously, recieve the baton. But Ming Hee was abit special then, instead of the "UP", he yelled "Jinn! Jinn! Cannot ar! Cannot ar!", I had no choice but to slow down, once I had the baton, it was a blur, though I cant really remember my run, I do remember Boss' words of "Relax Run!" repeating over and over again in my head, my baton passing to Mogan couldn't get anymore perfect and after his pass to Jordan, somehow, I had that tingling feeling of him not really making it to 3rd place, it's like an intuition, when you have feelings like that, it usually happens. Jordan was in 3rd place when the baton was passed on to him, and 3rd place was the best bet. Though I didnt have the best view of the whole incident, the 2 faster teams were already far ahead, and in 3rd place, was Selangor, with Jordan, our hope-bearer, and then behind him was the chasing pack, 5 states, all chasing Jordan like a swarm of bees, none with the intention to give up. To make a long sotry short, we were overtaken in the last 20m, not one, but all 5 states (eg. Tsunami), and well, whats worst than 8th place? In the end, we were left convincing ourselves that it was indeed a very very close race and like a "fight till the end" scene, the 1st 3 runners got a few praises, and Jordan?, he didn't sleep well that night. Selangor was 6th in the rankings overall and only a mere 2 points seperates us from Sabah who are in 3rd, if we couldve won our race.......

25th September 2005: Another 8 hours back home.

There, the report on the last 4 days, this post has been written with a disturbance of the fact that my exams start in 2 days, and I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY have not studied anything seriously!

This is a picture of my feet, wrapped and medicated with mum's all-time-favourite Swedish Bitter. And right now, I really really cant walk, not even around my room. Everytime the feet feels pressured, it responds by plunging me into a excruciating pain. Sigh.. And I'm running this Friday, if its school sports or whatever, its fine, but NO, MSSM, no room for error, and its just another 3 days left.

Well, to you Julie, thank you for your care and support. Really, thank you soo soo soo much.. :)

Well this is it, there are so many things I wanna say, but I've decided to keep it a little longer, maybe after the exams whatsoever.

Leaving for Kedah on a 10 hour bus ride on Thursday morning. And with my feet injury, I'm really really in a bad state right now, so bad I have to resort to Ponstan, some sort of painkiller.
No doubt it takes away the pain from my feet, but will it take away the pain of my heart? Geez, I'm melancholic again.

So to all readers, I'll either see you online tomorrow, or when i get home, that is, on Sunday. I guess apart from the free Selangor running vest and tracksuit I'll get, and hopefully the Gold medal, I'm not really looking forward to the 10 hour trip, and not only that, the thought of being away from Peejay to Kedah (soooo farrrr) for 4 days, without msn, without going to school and seeing everybody there, without the mcds and burger kings, and my drum lesson!! Please do, send me short text messages to make me feel QUITE at home. :)

Oh and to those people who'd hope for me to perish from this world, (I'm not saying there are, but you'll never know), well, you might get what you want sooner than expected, dont ask me why, but I feel like I'm filled with health hazards, the constant spinal pain, the searing chest pains, all-too-often migraines, constant nose-bleed, joint aches. More things undescribable, it just worries me, I've not told anyone in my family, therefore, I dont know why the hell am I revealing it in my blog. For my two sisters to read and then maybe break it out to my parents? Well as long as I keep shrugging it off, things might get worse, sighhhhhh, I guess I'll leave it to my karma.

The last place I'd wanna be laid to rest peacefully is in Kedah, so lets pray for the best then!
Till I see you people again, and your smses on my phone.... :D hee... hee.. peace.

Love,
Jinny

Keep it in your fragile hearts, and dont say a word, h**cracks!

Thanks for everything you've done, I hate you.

I wished that could be amplified a thousand times through the microphones, and PA systems, and propaganda inhalers. Just to let you and everyone know how I feel.

"You": (Not necessarily targetted at ONE person, but to every single one I'd loooovvvveeee to mention in my blog!)(honestly, there's toooooo many of em!)

Why do i care so much about the feelings of the people who have hurt me the most? And are STILL hurting me day to day. Sometimes, be a little too nice to the wrong people and you're condemned to a silent living hell.

And people, these are the few things that I'd personally declare too HOT to handle:
1) My Chemical Romance
2) Kate Beckinsale
3) Rhona Mitra
4) Peterpan (Indon Band)
5) The focking weather
6) Emily Browning (yes, still her)
7) IPOD NANO!!!

AND.......

8) UNmaterialistic girls ( Love me for me, as they say)

One time too many.

Attention: Armed and dangerous. If you happen to stumble across anyone bearing this name-tag on his left chest, and if in such a good coincidence that you may be carrying any firearms, shoot him for mankind's sake.

Watching Helena over and over again, radio-ing to Westlife, the air drums are finally up and running... again. And slumping on the swivel chair, wondering why wouldn't anyone write something about "99 Reasons To Why Eujinn Should Die" in their blogs.

And then, I should be better off dead. Mind clouding thoughts about hate and loathe of the people revolving my everyday life. Its like a day resolution, you wake up in the morning and tell yourself that you'll be having people like these later in the day and how you should just get on with life. To tell yourself these people are merely just people in our lives are no bed of roses. Trust me. Its been this way for years now, and to hear other people trying to act rational, telling you to Do or Die, has never made things worse.

From the heart's point of view, If I didnt care about the deep, cold, feelings of others, I wouldve, couldve, shouldve, easily've dissed SO many people in this blog, this is making me sound like a wuss, but its better to be humble as they say. There are those things in life that can never be eradicated, its so fucking hard to tell people what you think nowadays, they'd just shun you away and maybe assure themselves by quietly claiming you're suffering from mass-paranoia. Its already so hard to express thoughts in blogs without offending people and "bruising their EGOS", let alone a decent face to face conversation. Fuck it.

Amazes me how I'm still blindly sitting here, attending to this blog which I so pussily dare not express all the shit I feel. I have stuff that a normal girl would have a 6 page essay in her journal just to scratch the surface of it, but hell, guys dont keep journals, thats why they have blogs, ONLINE journals, to write whatever shit we want to and tag it up for the whole fucking world to see. Usually, most guys WANT to let girls know what they think, and the girls, well,they try to hide their thoughts so much, it incinerates their lives. But then, there are some things in life that are better left unearthed, swept under the carpet, even if we dont want to, what else have we got to do?

A little insight of what I do nowadays, well, i find the shadiest areas, and I walk alone, take in the air and the clouds above, and think, why'd i get things i want, and why i dont get things i want, I curse the BIG guy up above for putting taunting obstacles in front of me, some may think I'm Schizophrenic, but yes, at times, no, but most of the times, everytime, I talk to myself, I ask myself questions about life, what is happening in the world around, I do get crude remarks when I'm in a complicated mood, I have people call me weird, diseased, freak, etc etc, hard to believe, yes I know, remarks that a normal guy with a bulging ego wouldve easily gone berserk, give that person a black eye, or threatened to jump off a cliff. But well, you cant change the opinions of others, what's said is said, its either you take it in and well, life goes on, or, you stick a .38 into your throat. Either way, its a bitter bitter pill to swallow.

We have no other choices have we?

Maybe these few days, I'll be burying my mind into biology or chemistry, or simply, just gazing into the sky, thinking that if humans were evolved from apes, why'd we have to change our minds from simple thinking, eat, sleep, fight, sex, monkey mentality to the hardcore mindset we all have now. Dammit, fuck... i mean, THANK YOU everyone I'd wanna diss so much in this blog for being such WONDERFUL friends!

Pardon me for all the harsh words Ive used, my post wouldnt be with so much passion if I didnt include anything like that. And I assure you for now, this is NOT a suicide note.
P.S. Julie, if you dont see me online this coming Flatter Night, then well, we'll have to wait for next monniversary yeah. Sorry.

Love,
Jinny

Digging and ruffling through the old photo albums and I stumbled across the classic of all pictures ever taken with dad's old Nikon.

Amazing it makes me wonder, why was I trying so hard to be like my sisters during that age. But all in all, my 2 ambitious sisters did a favour and a good job with everything. Ladies and gentlemen, a 6 year old, feminine, Eujinn. Enjoy.. -.-"

After 25 days together, countless gatherings, handful of meetings, hundreds of practices, a creditable amount of performances, mouthful of praises, one INTI title, a hefty amont of RM400 not used YET, and the honour of performing in front of a Menteri in KDU Malam Seni Berzaman. Puteri Santubong, has finally come to an end, but i wouldn't say end because it means it'll not happen anymore, so lets just say Puteri Santubong has finally come to a halt last night. After a near-perfect performance, it was no competition, but I'm sure that if it was, we wouldve bagged top prize again, looking at the auditorium erupting into a frenzy of applause was appealing enough.

Most of the time i think to myself, that its a sad sad thing that all things have to come to an end, especially the good good ones, one minute you're looking forward to it, the next, it all turns to memories. Although its been almost 9 months now, the expedition group spirit still runs endlessly in my veins. Till our next activity together guys! Thank you guys for all and PEACE!

Expedition group and Puteri Santubong group includes : May Vern, Jie Feng, Chee Yean, Audrey, Andrew, Kah Yang, Zi Yan, Michelle, Cze Wien, Siew Yen, Ee En, Momo, Brian, Vincent, Pat-Pat, Jun King, George, Chee Seong, Amakor, Beng-Beng, Myself, Samuel (didnt join us in the later parts anymore), Charles, Pn. Fari and En. Zol. Love ya'llllll!!

Its been one whole week since my last entry, and i'm more than glad to inform everyone that the holidays are finally over! It would be perfect if we'd not think of the upcoming exams, and to readers, if you feel that you've not done anything productive (or the Hated word we call *STUDY*), let me assure you whole-heartedly, that you have someone like me! Someone who is aware of the consequences of NOT studying and STILL NOT doing anything about it. Any of you read yesterday's Star Education? The article about our generation of students sitting for exams not to gain knowledge whatsoever, but merely to live up to peer, teacher, and parent's demands. I find it quite depressing reading an article such as this, having lived and still living through it, exams are merely to test one's skills and understanding in a certain subject, to know if that someone has learnt well of that subject, but well, I'm in 4 Bunga Raya, god knows how I got there, but its the 2nd Pure Science class in my school, and sure enough, when you're in a class like that, the majority of students are competing amongst each other, trying to outwit, trying to prove oneself that he or she is smarter than another. I may be saying this because I know, my status in class could be similiarised to Sunderland, or West Bromwich Albion in the English Premier League, in simpler, much understandable words, relegation contenders. But the BIG question is, What are we trying to prove with such attitude towards exams? I have seen people in my class, comparing papers, crying for not getting a perfect score, quietly assuring themselves that they aren't stupid by comparing marks. These are the sore-perfectionists as I call them.

And for some reason, I have been thinking alot about OBS (Outward Bound School) Lumut lately, my YAC course in December 2003. I can still remember the first day when we were required to surrender our luxury items, see new faces from different walks of life all anxiously waiting for the green light to carry our brim-packed haversacks to the dorms. It was then I found out that Gunung Ledang was one of the highest mountains in Malaysia, Ledang watch, which was my watch, shared the guys dorms with Kinabalu, and it so happened that my group, Group 1 consisted of 3 watches which was Ledang, Kinabalu and Camah, and we were quite known as the HAPPENING group. I can still remember very clearly, my gut feeling of homesickness when we were briefed about our to do's and not to do's during the whole course. All the memories of the expedition to the Dam and Pangkor Island, the early morning Negarakus, the notorious one hand monkey in Pangkor, our kayak formations, the final night barbecue, can still play freshly in my mind, the feeling of anxiety and shock everytime we dramatically open our dorm doors to find bed sheets strewn all over the place, rice grains scattered on the floor, tissues painted the toilet floors, the pungent smell of monkeys and their poo. Everytime we would come back to the dorm, be it an expedition, games down at the field, breakfast, lunch or dinner, we would go back to our dorms quite armed with our penknives and torchlights, preparing to strike at any monkeys caught red-handed. I know its been almost 2 years since it has passed, but right now, i would like to thank Ledang watch, my watch, Ben, Tyson, Keen Ho, Elephant, Shu Fei, Kim, Wai Kwan, Hunter, Min Huei, Sheau Shiuh, Alvin and Melissa for helping me during our solo camp (bet ya'll remember that!) Fanning me and giving me water and whistling for help, haha, we so woke up the other watches too! :p Thanks guys! (and a "BIG" thank you to Daniel Lim for ordering your watch to blow the emergency whistles too to confuse our CAs, -.-")

Alright, take a break from the past, yesterday, was my first time to KLPAC a.k.a KL Performing Arts Centre. Brad, you might think its unreasonable, but I paid (am going to pay Em) 32 bucks for the tickets when i couldve gone in for free a week ago. But pay or no pay, I can assurely tell you that its worth every dime and time spent. Romi and Joo Lee dan Lain-lain, cleverly twisted Malaysian version of Shakespear's Romeo and Juliet, with catchy scripts and very very Malaysian style of play, cannot fail to amuse and leave the audience in stitches. Rashid Salleh plays the muka tembok Romi and Nell Ng plays the cute, naive Joo Lee, the rest of the cast like Patrick Teoh, Gavin Yap, Llewyn Marsh and few more sit in to a wide variety of roles and characters from almost all of Shakespear's other plays. Half the time, these guys stole the show. Patrick Teoh cleverly joked that there were some people in the crowd who are really into theatre and there are those who are there just to impress people and show that they do have a little bit of culture in them. Well, I'm there because of both reasons. :) In the end, we were left to nurse our aching stomachs and give a few words of praise or signatures from the casts. Em was quite estatic she got Gavin Yap's signature. And me? I was left with a "god knows when it started" migraine and sulking to myself to why i didnt bring a camera.

Very well then, so much for a Monday night. Peace!

Isnt it funny? When the holiday season's here, all i can think of is going back to those 6.30 am wake-up call weekdays. Mum's been pestering me about preparing for the exams, which, in time, would make me very very irritated.

Glad to say anyway, that i have already finished my add maths project, thanks to john, jo lin, jean yi, melissa and ben for his residence, it took us a mere 2 hours to rap things up, and also thanks to them for NOT letting my add maths project go untouched throughout the whole holiday.

Yesterday, we celebrated dad's birthday in Shangri-La with family friends, nothing highlighted anyway except for the monstrous variety of food, basicly, there's everything! East to West. most notably, was the Penne in melted parmesan and the Tuna with white cream and caviar. We had few intervals for toilet and rejuvenation in between our 4 hour brunch cum tea, which would mean, we ate to our heart's delight.

Come to the thought of it, I've not trained since winning the MSSS inter-school relay and i'm pretty aware that MSSM is just round the corner, so, lets just hope i'll regain that training urge sooner than usual.

And lastly, anyone with plans for a movie? or lunch? or dinner? or Genting? please! please! add me in! :p
P.s. If i wasnt such a BAD planner, i wouldnt have typed the above... -.-"

Nervous-ness and butterflies, all for this.

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The reward for a tough run.

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A rainbow, symbol of never-ending dreams and magical hope. Taken this evening.

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A rainbow, possibly the most beautiful and most complete rainbow i've ever seen. Taken this evening during a slight drizzle. Simply breath-taking.

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After all the nervous-ness, butterflies flying inside, It pretty much paid off. Winning the MSS Selangor Inter School Relay 4x200m Form 4 Boys Category, this entitles me, i mean, us, to represent our school and our state of Selangor in the upcoming MSS Malaysia Inter School Relay Competition held in Kedah in September.

Apart from winning gold, we managed to set a new record of 1:38 in the 4x200m event, which is, pretty much of a BIG achievement. Watch out for Jordan's (or maybe OUR) picture in the papers these few days.

But well, not all things are perfect, and perfect would mean having the Form 2s to come with us to Kedah, according to a photo-finish, the guys missed out on gold by a NOSE! And the girls, well, they got silver but lets just say their race wasn't really too close to call. But if given a choice, i'd bring all of them to Kedah with us! The more the merrier!

This is it, MSS Selangor Inter-School Relay competition is tomorrow! Mentally prepared, physically, erm, for me, not so. Three odd seconds faster than last year's winning time, and then one of our runner is on the verge of pulling out.

Thank god, we are running as a full team as it is tomorrow and hopefully old injuries, and mishaps are to be forgotten, we are ever so determined to get this straight and end up representing Selangor for MSSM level in Langkawi, its not like we've never done it before, and that, we do stand a good chance in doing so again.

The only problem for me, is the issue of breakfast, well, as cheesy as it may sound, I've always had this problem about breakfast before competitions, its either i gobble a little too much, pop in the wrong stuff, or I end up not eating at all. Well, Its not like i've never tried Powerbars before, but i assure you, it only has 2 outcomes, melt in the heat of my bag half-eaten or kept in my refrigerator long enough to realise it has expired probably one and half years ago. I have since then, strived to find something edible, energy-fuelling, something carbohydrate-ic to savour before competitions.

And when Powergel comes into the mind, it could only be disrupted by the fact that Powergels are by far the most useless energy-providing substance known to mankind (probably to me only). Since introduced to me in 2003, i may never know how far has it work for me, but for all i DO know, I have by far, NEVER felt the effects of Powergel, to me, i guess its some useless gel which stimulates the mind to think that it has effects, sort of a psychological treatment. Lance Armstrong would never admit that and so does Nestle, and thats because its making hell lotta money from people who thinks that some stupid substance could win them a race. ( I WAS one of em)

I guess I've written long enough, now is the time to fill my stomach with butterflies and start nervous-ing about tomorrow's race(s). Bid ME and US luck! Peace!

The Meaningful & The Hated

Very often do we need inspiration to produce a quality post, but these are the days when inspiration doesnt flow like a swift river anymore. In fact, I can solemnly say nothing much inspires me anymore. The behaviour of others are most notably, ungratefulness, bias-ism, plus the ever-worsening haze. PJ is NOT a good place to live in right now, and im pretty sure it doesnt apply to PJ only, probably the whole world isnt a good place to live in!

I know that inside me, i have pages and pages to express, but i just feel that, although it is my blog, it's not right to mess around with the feelings of readers, coz you'll never know when you might just slip something out to offend them, so to me, my personal feelings, it's much much better to play safe.

Yesterday, i have this friend tell me 2 kinds of people in this world, the first kind, those who use their lives to listen to stories, and then there are those who use their lives to write a story. So she asked me which one was i, well, took me awhile to kinda figure it out, dig deep inside and ask myself, although its a simple question with simple explanations, its one of the most meaningful questions ive ever been asked, in the end, i told her, i'm the kind of person who's in between, I'm the kind of person who'll listen to other stories on the outside, and make my own inside. She told me to make my life story as interesting as possible, so i'll be able to look back at it one day and enjoy it. Makes alot of sense.

And then to end my night yesterday, i read this blog of a friend dissing someone on how fake, and phoney that person's been to my friend, in my opinion, when someone's really pissed off, their tongues seem to loosen, they say stuff solely just to hurt others, not knowing the destruction and consequences behind it all. And may i remind you my friend, that there are those things in life where you just use the "friendship glue" to paste it all up, and then there are those which are beyond repair.

Like i mentioned earlier, inspiration doesnt come cheap nowadays, these are the few things i've managed to scrape from the surface. Peace!

Dreams flying high..

After the last post, i've always had thoughts flickering in my mind constantly telling me " Eujinn! You've gotta blog this, you've gotta blog that" And now, when I'm here, working my fingers out on a post, it all dissolves away! Maybe its just not a time to write blogs, oh who knows!

Today, i had a short chat with Foo Kong in the car on the way to lunch, his rusty, worn out, creaky little erm, piece of steel, but even so, it seems that Foo Kong's been paying attention to the air-cons only, its works better than any other car i've been in and i guess it is the only part of the car well taken care of! No'fense! Well, he started off by bombarding me with questions, and somehow, we ended up talking about opportunities in pursue-ing a Pilot status.

Neither did i know that Foo Kong was actually training to be a pilot or something like that, in my mind i thought "wow this guy knows alot about planes", and he sure does, i can rather say he's been pretty successful in persuading me to give piloting a try, being the usual listener, he complained i was being too quiet (note: i drank sirap ais before training and puked it all out, so, to have an empty stomach, i knew i had every reason to feel exhausted and tired) so, i told him why i've never thought of being a pilot, it was quite amusing thinking back, me complaining about screwing up the plane's controls, or pressing the intercom instead of landing gear, or being the first person in the plane to pass out if there's a terrorist attack, or even not making it out of training alive.. Foo Kong then talked about the odds of being attack by a suicide bomber, or that the mechanicals in the plane are as easy as driving a car, lots more, but from what i know, he answered every doubt and every question, with convincing answers.

So guys, dont be surprised if you hear "Captain Chia" on the intercom on your next flight to Amsterdam or Bangladesh, and i assure you, I'll TRY to not be the first one to pass out if something does go wrong!

Foulmouth Issue

To: Dear readers of this blog

Lately i've been finding myself to be swearing exceptionally more than anytime else, and i am very aware that if this issue isn't brought up here, it might lead to a very very complicated situation. So all i'm asking from all you readers out there is one very simple favour. Here goes. If anyone of you stumble across an uncontrollable, unaware, or frustrated, swearing ME, please, and i repeat humbly, PLEASE slap me! Your cooperation is very much appreciated. Thank You! :)

With Love,
Jinny

The Day I Call HATE!

Whoever said this world is as fair as it can be should better be off copulating a cow!!

Sigh, ever crossed anyone in your life who gets almost everything they ever wanted without even asking for?

And because of that, they (or rather he/she) get so flattered by all the attention, turns egoistic, self-centered, self-claiming, whatever comes to the mind of that person with every reason for gaining either popularity or attention, but yet, it does work, no matter how much fake expressions or "cute-ness", no one realises.. therefore, enabling that particular person to continue reign over cronies, or as they say, alpha-male, alpha female.. whatever... and from what i have observed, give these people an average of 3000 words spoken a day, i would say, 2200 words are dedicated to praising their own "assets", directly, or indirectly.. including many many sentences starting with a HUGE "I".. oh well, we dont call em ego-istic people for NO reason...

Well, i have, and unfortunately, i deal with it almost everyday, i know, i know, most people would just tell me to mind my own business, but well, to absolutely tell you guys the truth, it has been on my nerves since.. hmm.. since i met people like these... everyday, walking around with their noses high, "faithful followers" following closely behind, assuming a person of the opposite sex oogling at them every quarter of a minute.. call me weird, paranoid, over-acting, whatever, lets just say i'm a very very observant person...

Personally, I guess today's one of those Fridays which you DONT thank god for.. but having to finally splurge something all out after keeping it inside for sooooooo long might very well be a small consolation..

Sometimes id just wish i had someone i'm really close to, someone who i can share my problems with, someone whom i really really trust, someone who i do all kinds of stuff with, go through many things together, i get envious to see Harry Potter having really close friends like Hermione, or Ron, or even Lucas Scott from One Tree Hill having a close relationship with Haley.. sigh.. if only...

To let you guys know, this post is written with frustration.... lots of it....

Big Yellow Taxi

Jinny! I know I've promise you that I'll be a guest blogger here since what, almost two weeks ago and till now, not a whiff of my scent can be found in your blog but fret not, here I am now =).

Have you guys ever paid RM 60 for a cab to somewhere just 3 kilometres away? It's crazy, I tell you. But for the first time in my life, I got to ride in a big yellow taxi. Big yellow taxi with plush leather settee. It's so comfortable that I almost don't want to get out of the taxi. Plus, the cab driver was so so so so professional. I've never seen a cabbie like him ever. He spoke to us formally and placed a huge emphasis on customer service. During the journey, he even shared some wisdom with us. The road we were using was blocked for some reason and he then told us that he has no choice but to take a longer alternative route. "There's always another road, in life too. I am already 50 years old and I know it. There's never a dead end." Okaaay. Thanks, Mr. Cab Driver. Though I still cannot comprehend the fact that we paid sixty Ringgit for the ride! But I got to sit in a big yellow taxi! Wheeee.

You know, I think I have an aversion to commitment. Commitment to relationships. Those boyfriend-girlfriend kind of relationships. It actually scares me. Alot. I don't know but I think there's something I about myself that I don't want to give away. This invisible tug to my heart that cries out in defense whenever it's being exposed. After a very painful previous relationship, it's hard for me to put my heart and soul into something that is so transient. Yes I'm a pessimist when it comes to this matter. I know it's not gonna last forever. And to actually believe that I'm not going to get hurt in the process. So. I still don't think I can do it. Sorry.

Oops. What was that all about. But it's great to get it off my chest. Thanks Jinny, for giving me this space to write and rant all I want. =P (I somehow find it too personal to write this in my own blog, haha. Hope you won't mind.) Yikes. I have a English Lit class to attend in less than an hour. There's going to be a test too. Double yikes. Will have to cram for it in the car I suppose. Wish me luck!

The guys behind are no gay shit whatsoever, we made RM400 outta this okay!! INTI College Cultural Nite... Expedition Team 2004..

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Potter-mania

Finally the long anticipated sixth edition of the Harry Potter series are finally out, (official release date: 16th July 2005), official release time in Malaysia: 7 am, official time for start queuing: somewhere between 4 am to 6am....

From what i've heard and read, people have already been waiting outside major bookstores looong before the security guards are even awake, this shows the devotion and obssesion of the fans of Harry Potter.. bone-chilling indeed..

Cheers to JK Rowling for creating yet another "reading season" for kids, teens and adults alike all over the world, and of course, to me! This is the time when kids find themselves stuck in scenarios like these: Young Thug Wannabe:" Yo dood, lets go light some trash can's ass on fire!" Young Reader:" Sorry mate, i've gotta stay home, readin the new Harry Potter!"... While adults too aren't spared from the craze, and often find themselves in situations like : Husband:" Awww Honey, come on, shut the lights, come to bed :) " Wife:" Shut up! I aint having sex tonight, Imma finish this chapter!!" aaahh... the magical mind-manipulating wonders of Rowling's works... LUV IT!...

Cheers!

If lesson not learnt: OUCH!

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Lesson 01: Never ever continue playing rugby if one already has an abrasion from an earlier fall....

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Drama report by Bradley

On the 30th of June 2005, Taman Sea’s very own drama team took part in the INTI College Drama Competition at the Actors Studio Bangsar. The competition was head judged by none other than one of the biggest icons of Malaysian theatre, Mr. Joe Hasham, co-founder of the Actors Studio Bangsar as well as very well recognized representatives from INTI College. Their play, 5:32 Before Dawn, won the prestigious title beating other premier schools well known for their stage plays such as Victoria Institute , St’ John’s and La Salle. This is the first time Taman SEA has been invited and won this event.
Fresh from their controversial lost (coming in third) in the district level on home ground, Taman Sea took revenge on the two teams that were voted first and second which were also competing at the event. Overcoming various obstacles such as one of their main actors who were unable to be present on competition day, Taman Sea pulled through with great determination. Their main character, Lim Sheng Feixiang also bagged the Best Performer award. Impressing critics and plaudits alike, Mr. Hasham has offered to sponsor him to take his talent to a higher level. Not to be outdone, their play is also in production talks with Mr. Hasham to develop it into a full scale stage feature. This has been an excellent achievement for the school and hopefully a stepping stone for the many undiscovered talents right here in our very own backyard.

5:32 Before Dawn consists of: Bradley Liew , Lee Yee Cheng , Lim Sheng Feixiang , Eric Chan, Chia Eu Jinn, Arvindra Kumar, Sanjay Valen , Kok Chu Chian, Abigail Huang, Lok Li Ying, Sherri Chua , Loh Wei Wen, Kan Miew San , Ian Kam and last but not lease Toh Xue Rou.

There you have it, 5.32 Before Dawn's cast and crew... 

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30th June 2005, Thursday, Actor's Studio Bangsar, the best day of the whole year of drama.

From Sri Aman 2004 Drama team, to Taman SEA 2005 Drama team, it is my greatest honour in recieving the coveted INTI College Drama Competition a.k.a Competition of winners.

Experiences in theatre acting and meeting the head honchos of the Malaysian theatre scene, eg. Joe Hasham, Faridah Merican are best related to in person, and not by readable words.. which explains why this post is far too short for such a victorious day.

The fact that excites me, would be the promise that 5.32 Before Dawn might be a production in the not-so-distant future.

Like Bradley says:" This is only the beginning of 5.32 Before Dawn, we will be back, and this time, people would be paying to watch!"

RM 1200 on dinner baby! PEACE!...

K.Kembara S'wak & Sabah Expedition members 2004, sigh, December holidays will never be the same... 

This post may be abit late, but this is for the people who made the k.kembara expedition 2004 one hell of an experience! cheers! 

Magnifique Musik... 

el presto....

Its a sunny Sunday afternoon like how all Sundays should be, memories of the campfire still fresh after a long night's sleep, although being my first, i feel as if i've been to a thousand campfires already.

Arrived at school finding scores of uniformed bodies lingering all over the bus stop as i made my way to the nearest familiar crowd, initially being the only one in incomplete prefect's uniform (without the blazer), the sense of worriedness was slowly filling me up like a jug, until i caught eye of ming han making his way towards me, informing me that we only needed one more prefect to be there till we're granted in.. and so we waited from 7.10 to 7.45 for ironically, our prefectorial board adviser's daughter, and now i wonder who was the one stressing on how punctuality should be embedded into the daylights of every living prefect, empty talk i suppose..

The setting of the campfire wasn't something ive never seen before, but it was the friendly-ness and the bubbly attitudes of the scouts that caught my attention most, making me feel even more at home was the fact that it was smk tmn sea who was hosting it, minus the "politics", minus the inside power-toppling feuds, our very own scouts troops should deserve a BIG hand, although im only exposed to the works of our school scouts only, not mentioning others out there, they did a pretty good job! A makeshift timber bridge was constructed after the registering booth to welcome visitors into a perimetered space filled with red plastic school chairs and a joyfully decorated stage (a.k.a astaka), cleverly and catchily themed "30 years behind, lightyears ahead"

The night's programme was very much listed on the itenary given, as usual, the typical Malaysian way of speeches, pelvic-thrusting, jiggly bengal beat dances, and a few ice-breaking games before stopping for a 20 minute breath-catch, i was lucky to be having a camera, i mean, what's the point of attending something without managing to capture it for further keeps, which probably explains my used memory of a 103 pictures taken... (about 50+ deleted... :p)

After the break, we were connected again to a sketch by andrew and ah beng, playing the apprentices of the infamous Master Soda, notably named themselves Master Cannot-Be and Master Seawater, "lightsabre"-actions are aplenty with a few sarcastic lines here and there, in the end, we all learned that by losing our temper easily, we'll be laughed at by a three headed monster.. as the narrator clearly states.

The night rapped up with another hip-swinging, pelvic thrusting, belly shaking dance, pretty intimidating i reckon, i checked my watch and it read 11.23p.m, so i called home for transport, only to be greeted by mum who could say nothing else but "wahh, dont wanna come home arh?" come on mum! compared to lynn, im about 2 and a half hours earlier than the average time she comes home.. speaking about my sister, i was practically counting the times she mumbled "stupid" uncomprehensively to herself while driving on the LDP, everytime someone swerves into her lane, be it 10m ahead, 20m or even 30m! at last, it all totalled to a whopping 16 "stupid"s in less than half an hour.. i guess the "rude-impatient-malaysian" campaign was proving a fact after all...

and today, i pampered myself with 3 Cheers for Sweet Revenge from My Chemical Romance.....
PEACE!

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Im just writing something to prove that this blog is still showing vital signs and is far from being dead, and this post is merely typed for time-killing, till i write something decent, peace...

and then you flip the little box over and there you have, a whole check list of the chocolates quietly contained inside.. sis must've finished half... sigh.. 

I saw my sis dominating this lil box, and when she finally gave up, i stepped up, and guess what's inside?.. ooh yea.. reminds me of Tom Hanks blurting out "Life is like a box of chocolates", hell yea, he's damn right!.. 

The art wall, stickers of fish,smileys, and words strewn all over the wall beside my comp, id call it the "Design Origin" wall.. dun ask me why!... 

My sound box!! :) 

the study area.. watch the table sparkle.. heehee.. :p 

After the BIG clean-up, i should've taken the "before" picture for comparisons.. but oh well.. 

Achtung! Productivity Detected...

Yeehaw! Finally! i accomplished something productive which ive been planning way before the holidays, that's right, the ultimate clean-up of my bedroom and study area. With American Idiot blaring off the stereos, i managed it in a mere 2 hours!........

Oh and everyone's beginning to fall sick, sis realised she had fever this morning in college, i wonder what kinda food do they serve there! and my friend Amira, also a victim of high fever, gee, i wonder who's next... me?

Anyway, check out the pics of "The Spick and Span condition of my hive".... enjoy!

And to the fever-ees, do get well soon!

This is the "collage" you'll get when you step into my room.. taken during cny, looks abit different now... 

I bought this some time ago, but it rawks BIG time... trust me! 

This is what i've been waiting.. AMERICAN IDIOT! 

FINALLY!! i got back to training this morning after 2 months of couch-potato-ing and munching on junk food! it wasnt easy to be jogging and running again after my 2 months of bumming therefore spurns me to entitle my training come back as "Eu Jinn's Road To Recovery", hell yeah, its the road to recovery from a fat slug to a 22 secon' clocker for 200m!! and im not kidding! so neither should any of you!...

as fast as time flies, its less than one more week to the first day of the new term, and no disrespect to all ya school-love-ers and geeks out there, but school is as good as a pizza washed down a toilet-bowl! and oh can you imagine? after this holiday of 11 am wake up calls, back to the 6.30am nagging of mums and dads... holy, id rather have Paris Hilton asking me out on a date!

So once again, i reckon i have spent my work pay in a really really convincing way, yes, i bought AMERICAN IDIOT!! ive been eyeing on it ever since it was released, but i guess this time i had the extra $$$ to get it, so, cheers to ya Green Day fans out there, and oh of course, to Green Day themselves for creating this anti-american governement piece of sweet sweet music...

"The representative of California has the floor,
Zieg Heil to the president gasman,
Bombs away is your punishment,
Pulverize the eiffel towers,
Who criticize your government,
Bang Bang goes the broken glass,
Kill all the fags that dont agree,
Trials by fire setting fire,
Is not a way that's meant for me!!
Just cause, just cause we're outlaws!"

- Short anti-US piece of Green Day's Holiday
Take me away to the next concert please? anyone?
Cheers...

30th and 31st May 2005, Chia Eu Jinn learnt a valuble lesson: "Money doesnt come easily"
Sunday afternoon, 29th May, just as i was planning my week to keep me all up and active so i wont fall into the abyss of being a couch potato, fei came calling for a job offer, seems that his dad who is the owner of Canvas Art in Tmn Tun staged up an exhibition in the National Art Gallery entitled Dirgahayu, basicly, it was a huge archive of photos of the sultans and the history of the states still ruled by sultans, so the next morning, 4 of us who turned up to help(or is it just the alluring salary of RM70 a day)... hmm.. we'll never know.. we were then briefed about what to and what not to do in the National Art Gallery, our "seems simple but f*cking hard" task of taking down, wrapping and transporting an approximate number of 1000+ photos with rough wood frames measuring a scary 1m x 1m.. and oh of course, our 30 minute lunch break...

i guess apart from running and jumping and banging ourselves into flimsy walls in the gallery, the more memorable thing of the whole thing was the lunch break, we would go into this posh, artistic cafe located under the gallery, with its store-room turned toilet and whacky acrylic paintings on canvas hung on the walls all over.. the food, thankfully, are all reasonably priced so we would order 2 servings each with some finger food in the middle and hearing the waitress go "wah! kamu makan sarapan pagi atau tengah hari??" or "wah! order lagi!!?" well i guess the food was more enjoyable having the cashier giggling at every order you make...

our job went incomplete the first day over, so instead of a one-day job, it strecthed to the next day, little did we know that we will be getting paid another RM70 for the 2nd day's work.. and the entitlement of another lunch break! so in the end, we got back to fei's dad's office and recieved our pay of RM120 (RM20 has been deducted for lunch of the 1st day), all i can say is that fei's parents are 2 very very lovely people having providing us RM 10 for transport home and RM 30 for mamak after work.. gee thanks feixiang and his parents for giving me this opportunity to realize how hard it is to be earning cash.. oh and if ya parents need anymore help fei, dun hesitate to ask..!

so, while i was working my ass off earning cold hard cash, some of the other fellas were spending dough out there, and today, i spent a quarter of my pay on Audioslave's new album.. and i reckon its well worth it...

I can quite say, today's outing to the cinema was one of the most suspenseful ones ive ever had.. jun wei purchased House of Wax tickets for 10 of us, knowing it was a 18 plus movie, we decided to go in pairs to make things less obvious, so sanjay and sherri got in, then eric and ee jin, then fei and leely, then it was jun wei and ben's turn, according to ben's words:" jun wei la.. go show the tickets faced up! damn obvious summore!!... i have a strong feeling that it might be ben's "NOT 18" look which resulted to the cinema bouncers asking us for their ic s.. in other words, denied entry.. and the "best" they could do is to run towards me and sue zan with the cinema bouncers still watching they're every move.. the authorities kindly got our tickets changed to Star Wars, and after getting pass the bouncer guys, the plan was obvious, the other 3 ran towards cinema 3 which was the oppostie side of cinema 7 where Star Wars was playing... and me, noticing one bouncer guy was tailing us, i walked towards cinema 7 and found myself a seat to catch my breath.. i then called eric to inform me on the movements of the cinema bouncers who are hot on the trails of the 4 of us, slowly and deftly, i crept into cinema 3 and sat on the first empty chair i found, constantly looking over my back to see if any of the bouncers came in with a torchlight, if they did, i was dead meat.. i was more relieved thinking that the other guys were on the other end of the cinema, and i was on my own, which would be easier for me to get out fast after the show.. when suddenly sanjay turned around from the front seat going :"jinn, jinn, is that u?.. come sit beside us laaa" and then i peeked over sanjay and i saw the whole gang sitting directly in front of me.. =.=" no doubt after the show, i was the first to leave, noticing a cinema bouncer standing outside the cinema when everyone was pouring out.. i pretended to be observing the infrastructure of the wall.. well, i can gladly tell you it all went well, my experience of a cat and mouse game...

at least i spent my last 2 days earning cash instead of lazing around at home and rooting myself on the computer chair in front of the screen, and from my point of view, i throughly deserve the outing today to help me unwind after a hard 2 days work, watching Paris Hilton getting impaled by a lunatic mass murderer IS amusing after all!!...

*owh and according to someone's indirect comment, i understand i have a bad sense of fashion..
"a rose has thorns, a rose has petals, but a rose doesnt have the versatility of a flower" - renowed biologist
HAHA... wtv that means..... -.-