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Thursday, August 31, 2006

.coral alliance.

Participated in a Port Dickson Beach Clean Up *a long time ago*, organized by the Coral Alliance degree people. Me, being the ever-supportive friend, dragged my lazy butt at the ungodly hour of 6am to get on the bus to PD.

Seriously.
It should be illegal for people to wake up before 8. or 9.
It would be a FEDERAL OFFENSE for people to wake up before the sun rises.
Ungodly.
Not natural.
Wrong.
Salah.

Anyway, the luck gods weren't with us this morning, or rather, they weren't with the Coral Kids, coz it started raining.
Thankfully enough, the rain stopped just as the beach clean up was scheduled to start.
After dutifully picking up various trash bags and plastic bottles of the dirty sands of PD, we all RAN back inside to the welcoming chilled atmosphere of AIR CONDITIONED rooms.
Environmental-activists, my backside la.
Damn fail.



Then came a horrifying speech by a lady representative from Malaysian Nature Society.
As I continued to listen to her speech, there was this growing feeling of dread and helplessness.
I know, a lot of people preach to "don't litter" and la di da.But this lady's presentation really opened eyes today, especially mine.

She brought to attention something called a "garbage patch".
Which is, essentially, what its name implies; a large mass of floating rubbish "twice the size of Texas, 3/4 of Malaysia" in the ocean.
And what floats on the surface, is only about 20% of what is actually there, coz the other 80% has already sunk.

So imagine what is down there.
What are the sea bass, tuna, sotongs, sharks, sea birds, turtles and other marine life having to live with?

Researchers found many dead sea birds like Albatross all over untouched beaches.
(where supposedly, no man have gone before)
So the beach ought to have pristine golden white sandy beachs, with glistening emerald blue oceans and teeming wildlife.

Instead, they find dead birds and plastic garbage.
When they open up these dead birds, they find that the poor birds had eaten plastic items such as lighters, bottle caps and such.

Normally, I do take these campaigns to heart, and try to do my part to save whatever part of the world I can.
But then Eiran and the other CoralKids took us up to the lighthouse in PD.
There, an awe-inspiring 870 feet above ocean, you can see blue-green-grey ocean as far as the eye can see (well, as far as the haze permits, which is another result of man's lovely contribution to Mother Earth)




Serene. Calming.
Thought-provoking.

Then came an overwhelming sense of protection.
Like, I want to grab people and say "HOI! Open your EYES! We're destroying our own world, and we're not doing anything about it!"

Sigh.

Thanks, Eiran, for the truly enlightening experience.I really believe that it's your heartfelt passion that made the difference in today's happenings.
Also, thanks Matt for inviting me along on the trip!

Unforgettable.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

.so loyal.

We so super loyal.
Go back to Cempaka to support the Cempaka Performing Arts.

What is this la.
My time where got "Cempaka Performing Arts" which produces productions involving more than half the entire school..

Yeah la.
I know i sound damn aunty. "When i was young..." "During MY time.."

Anyway.
Since when Cempaka has a travel agency?!
I think its called something like Cempaka Travels or something. I dunno.
Wah. Datin is seriously raking in the greens man.
Jealous.

Well.
A overly enthusiastic brother and a special dancing friend persuaded us (Billie, SuLin, WeiKit and myself) to the second last showing of We Will Rock You, a production by the over-achiever Cempakans.
We were so excited with all the lovely Queen music playing in the hall. Well, i was anyway.



We got CHOICE seats, thanks to our special dancing friend, BeeBo.
Right behind us, were seated Eugene, YeeTeng and the rest of the BGC gang.
So, I'm guessing throughout the entire show, they had the lovely view of the back of our heads.
Hahahaa..
Privileges of Being Tall.
and Friends of Special Dancing Cempakans.




Anyway, the show went well.
I have to say that the band was amazing for a bunch of school kids.
Seriously. The bass player play until damn high wei. Super into his bass grinding.
Little drummer boy, Arthur Kam, of course, was his usual fantastic self, with magical drumsticks.
Lead guitarist, Min Onn (did i spell his name right?) a.k.a He Who Belongs To Special Dancer Friend was the star of the band! Super cool solo-ing.
Damn jealous... Of his skills. Not of the SpecialDancerFriend!... Yeesh.

After the show, we and the BGC gang adjourned to McDs for some much-needed grub.
Needless to say, my brother being his usual retarded self was as retarded and foolish as usual.
Standing next to RonaldMcD, staring blankly into nothingness, with a freaky-ass smile on his face.
That's how he stood for a full five minutes, just to see what the reactions of the people coming in would be.



And looking at his face now, I'm quite surprised they didnt run right out screaming and flailing wildly.
RUN! RUN! It's the RunAwayDragQueen!


Surprisingly enough, the McD ppl were quite sporting and didnt halau my brother right out of their establishment.
And I was also feeling kind that night, so I very graciously let my retarded brother sit at our table to makan.

I also paid for his food.

YOU OWE ME!


.dammit.

DAMMIT.

I can't find my Oakleys anywhere.

Dammit.

I had them on top of my head when I came home.
So i know they're SOMEWHERE in the house.
I just don't know where.

Dammit!

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

.we got 3rd!.

out of four teams.

Hahaahhaha...

But eh, don't go potong my steam okay. 3rd placing is very good. I think so at least.
So. Yay team!
Clap Clap Clap..!
And congrats to the guys team too. They did a terrific job too and played a good game.




Actually, the second game we played was quite unsatisfying. Coz both IphinRangson (the highly esteemed el Capitan) and I thought that we should've played a better game.
Both defensive and offense-wise.
Also, a certain someone who never attended practice who wasnt supposed to play in the day's matches stole a few minutes of game-time.
But oh well.

But of course the highlight of the day was... MAKAN TIME!
As usual.
Pigs, we are. Guilty as charged.
BAK KUT TEH!

WaiLuen and Alex both were faced with a lifetime-changing decision. Which was to decide which table to sit at..

Table 1: Smaller table, hence more food. Less girls compared to guys, hence, more greedy pigs.
Table 2: Bigger table, hence more sharing. More girls, hence, more food (by reasoning that girls don't eat as much as guys)



In the end, WaiLuen opted for Table1, which Billie, SuLin and I were seated at. Alex choose Table2.
Final results? WaiLuen and the two other dudes sitting with us managed to inhale 3 (count 'em, THREE) bowls of rice and our table only dished out RM13 per person.
Alex and the boys at the big table ate less for RM15 per person.

We WIN!
Although I dont know what I win, in particular, coz us girls only had like one bowl of rice each.
So the guys figure that its very worth it to eat with girls.
Blardy hell. Too much right.

All in all, I think we had close to RM250 worth of bakkutteh.
Bakkutteh Aunty super happy wei.
She was even kind (or smart) enough to go search for yao char kwei for us, after hearing the groans of consternation when we heard that there was no more left.

Edit: WaiLuen has corrected me. Its RM200 not 250..

So I come back from KL Open laden with one bronze medal which is surprisingly hefty.
Not at all as I expected. Which would be flimsy plastic that falls apart 5 minutes later.
Also, I am granted with super aching leg and ass muscles.

No pain, no gain.

Monday, August 07, 2006

.my dose is sduck.

I'm infected. Thanks to WaiLuen, SuLin and my mom.
All combined their germy forces to infect me.

So now I'm stuck with a sorethroat that's making me cough uncontrollably plus a sniffly nose that threatens to make me sneeze more than 6 times in a row.
Also, as result of a whole weekend of nothing but handball, I now have aching butt muscles and my right leg is in PAIN.

My mom would start now with something like "See la! Go play the whole day, never stretch, come home late at night, then grumble, grumble, grumble.."
Although I fail to see the relevance with the late nights and my aching ass cheeks..

Will post up the few lame pictures we took during the KL Open last Saturday later.



...

issit me or are my posts getting shorter and shorter..

Friday, August 04, 2006

.pissing off wei.

You know what pisses me off to the max? Well, not "pisses me off" la.. but irritates the bejeebers out of me..

I can't stand people who constantly whine like a little primary kid. With stupid little pseudo-innocent comments and questions. Complete with the little tilt of the head to the side, and the little pout in the lower lip.

I tell you, i DIG OUT your eyeballs and pull your lip out, then you know.

Bloody hell.

Me: Hey, how've you been la?
Person1: Why? Miss me?

...what am i supposed to say to that? No, no, not really. Coz I don't really like you all that much..

It all goes downhill when a conversation starts sounding something like this..

Me: Hey, what's up?
Person: Miss me?
Me: ... err. Come la, let's go do something. Watch a movie or something.
Person: Yeah let's go watch Pirates.
Me: Eh, watch edi la. Sorry.
Person: Oh, like this la now. Go also never call me or invite me. (this comment particularly ticks me off.. like YOU know how to call me to watch whatever la..)
Me: Hmm.. What to do..
Person: Fine la. Be like that la. Dowan to friend you already. (okay la, maybe people don't really say this anymore.. but.. yeah..)


Yeah, okay i damn lazy to think of any more irritating examples.
So.
Yeah.

*whooooooooooooosa*

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

.midnight munchies.

Bad stuff wei.

It's 11.56pm. My brother just came back from his schoold production, We Will Rock You.
He bought back McDonalds.

BAD STUFF.

Fries and Coke in the middle of the night.
Guilty feelings starting to build edi wei.
But I'm still clutching to that brown paper bag with a big yellow M on it.

Gah.

Stupid YewEng.
I've kicked him and his melted cheese-filled, crispy green lettuce, juicy tender beef burger out of my room.
Dammit.

Stay away from me!