Quote of the Day

July 17, 2008 at 9:54 am (GY 白 TULAN)

This one goes out to you. Yeah, you know who you are.

“Writing is not like shitting.”

– Stephen Chin (ex-Editor Smart Investor)

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On a hot PJ night

June 17, 2008 at 1:23 am (GY 白 TULAN)

It’s 1.16am in my newly arranged room. I bought a nice table room from Ikea today that cost me only RM95, and I put my computer and speakers on it. Didn’t buy that funky swivel chair though, so I knicked a chair from the dining table. Hoho…

It’s fucking hot here though, and I’m facing a predicament. If I close the window, I won’t get fresh air and my ashtray will stink up the room, but at least the fan will feel stronger. If I open my door, it will increase the windflow through my room, hence cooling it down, but then I can’t listen to music because it’ll wake up my mom.

If I sleep with my shirt on, it’ll be a little too hot, and I’ll wake up all sweaty. But if I take off my shirt and sleep, it’ll eventually end up too cold, and I’ll wake up with the chills and a runny nose.

Fuck.

I just wished I had air conditioning in my room. That would solve everything except the ashtray smell, which I can remedy simply by putting it in the hall.

Fuck.

I need to get my hair cut too.

Fuck.

I need to be in Pavilion at 10am.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck cibai fuck!!!!!

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Man Utd 6-0 Newcastle

January 14, 2008 at 2:50 am (GY 白 TULAN)

That’s the first thing I saw off my Soccernet RSS tonight.

FUCK.

FUCK THIS SHIT MAN.

I’M SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF SEEING OUR SIDE, WHAT COULD HAVE ONCE BEEN THE MIGHTIEST TEAM IN THE WORLD, GETTING THE SHIT BEATEN OUT OF WEEK IN AND WEEK FUCKING OUT.

If you didn’t already know, as much of a Newcastle Utd fan I claim myself to be, I simply refuse to watch Newcastle Utd play live on the telly. Hell, I can’t even bear to watch our fucking replay matches! CIBAI DAMN FUCKING DISCRACE OH!

So how do I catch up on my team’s updates you ask? Simple – RSS feeds, Soccernet, ESPN highlights and what the fuck ever Jamie Yeo or John Dykes is hosting.

It’s true.

You know why?

Because every time I see something like this, my heart skips a beat.

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But then, I see something like this happen, and I remember why I love being a Geordie…

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Seeing things like this happen doesn’t hurt (heh!) either…

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Do I ever regret not choosing to support the “other United”? Well, after seeing how their star striker celebrates, I’m gonna have to stick to a big fat – NO-FUCKING-WAY-MOFO!!!!

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NEWCASTLE UNITED FOR LIFE!

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Argh..

January 11, 2008 at 11:38 am (Craps, GY 白 TULAN, Useless Information)

I was looking at my blog stats today, and I’m sorta freaked out a little…

People have found my blog thanks to a large variety of key words in the past, but today’s search term really takes the cake…

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Isn’t it just golden.

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For you…

August 23, 2007 at 12:50 pm (Announcement, Craps, GY 白 TULAN, Useless Information)

I couldn’t put it any better myself…

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?

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Jaded

August 8, 2007 at 6:36 pm (GY 白 TULAN)

I know I really shouldn’t be complaining about this, but fuck me, I’m feeling jaded.

I’ve only done 2 days of OT but I’m feeling the brunt of it right now. I’m sluggish, tired and plain uninspired. I hope my futsol session today cures part of that.

Sigh…

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Aftershocks

July 4, 2007 at 1:05 am (GY 白 TULAN)

Breaking up is hard to do, but when the situation calls for it, it has to be done nevertheless.

I’m pretty sure the breakup was harder on GF (I should probably refer to her as ex-GF from now) than it was on me, but fuck, it wasn’t exactly a fun thing for me to do either.

I got through the initial 2 weeks by working, playing futsal, playing DOTA and working even more. Sure, it’s not conventional, but fuck it. It worked. It was all fine. Even after she called me yesterday. Seriously, I was cool about it because I finally thought she understood what I meant – why I broke up with her.

So what’s this aftershock bullshit all about, eh?

Well, little did I know, the hardest part of a break up was yet to come. And today at about 2 in the afternoon, it did.

She messaged me on MSN and uttered the heart breaking words – “I want to take my PS2 back.”

Ugh. I hate it when this happens. For fucks sake, it’s a PS2 not a house. It’s a fucking console. One which I will surely use more than her. But hey, it’s hers after all so who am I to say no.

Sigh. Well ex-GF, if you’re reading this, then fine. Take it back.

Naturally, when she told me the news, I HAD to ask for something back too. I didn’t ask for the diamond necklace back, because that would be plain gay. I couldn’t ask for my iPod Shuffle back, because she already returned it. Come to think of it, I never actually gave her anything. LOL. So the only thing I could ask back was a box of magazines I left in her place.

Well, fuck it. Keep them, junk them or plain burn them. Don’t bother returning them. I don’t really need them at all. It was just a spiteful thing to say.

At least I was manly enough to forbid you from buying me a PS3 or Xbox 360 or Creative Zen.

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I Can’t Get My Satisfaction

June 10, 2007 at 3:56 am (GY 白 TULAN)

UV Nation – sadly, it will be the rave that I will remember for all the wrong reasons.

No, it wasn’t because of the long queue. Actually, the queue was nothing compared to the ones I faced in Siloso Beach for Zouk Out.

No, it wasn’t because of the heat. Raves aren’t air conditioned clubs. Heat and sweat are two essential elements to any rave; be it an outdoor or pseudo-outdoor one (like tonight).

No, it wasn’t because we had to wait forever for the headline act either. Benni Benassi was gracious enough to take stage at about 10.30pm. Unlike Armin at Zouk Out (12.30am) and ATB at RedZone (11.45pm), the crowd didn’t have to endure hours upon hours of “opening acts”.

Nope. It wasn’t any of that. In my view, it was just the nitty gritty of the occasion.

The floor plan was horrible, the auxiliary stages were almost non-existent and the general atmosphere of the party was rather flat.

Floor Plan

Ok, maybe it wasn’t so much of the floor plan, but probably the people running the floor. In short, it was rather chaotic.

Drink kiosks were unmanned at 10pm, drink voucher vendors played hide and seek and the concept of lining up was never encouraged (or enforced for that matter).

Compared to even Red Zone, this one was quite a mess.

Of the 5 drink kiosks I spotted, only one of them was manned (or womaned) by a rather feisty Indian lady. And boy was she feisty. The coolers were out of mineral water and beer by the time I reached. All I could get my hands on were cans of Sprite. Pfft. But if you thought that was bad, then the guys who bought “package” deals probably had it worse. The bar was out of whiskey. It was supposed to stock two kinds of vodka, and by the time I reached, it was out of one. But it didn’t stop there.
As a norm in raves, we were supposed to buy drink vouchers to get our drinks, but guess what? At 10pm there were none in sight. Mind you, this party went on till at least 3am. Credit to the Indian kiosk lady though, because she allowed us to buy drinks with cash. However, this also meant that she called the shots there and demanded RM50 for a 1 liter bottle of Coke. I wonder where that cash ended up? Probably in her tummy for her supper. Who knows.

But hey – drinks running out, I can handle. Siphoning bartenders, I can handle too. What I couldn’t handle was how the crowd behaved. Jeez, I mean, everyone is thirsty. Why the fuck can’t you just line up like good little schoolboys and wait your fucking turn? The “line” isn’t moving any faster with all the pushing and shoving. On the contrary, it just makes the bitchy bartender even bitchier.

Auxiliary Stages

What do auxiliary stages mean to you?

To me, it’s supposed to be a place for people to retreat to, should they not enjoy the genre of the main hall.

Too bad that’s not what the organizers thought.

Yes, there was a R&B stage, but man, it was pathetic.

Seemed to be more like a freak sideshow to me.

General Atmosphere

Let’s face it, the party was flat. Real flat.

I’ll start with the table layout.

Sure, tables aren’t necessities at raves. I actually think that Malaysian raves are the only ones that have tables, but still, if you’re going to set up tables then set them up right.

The tables at the Port Dickson rave were nicely set up. They were set in communal areas where drinkers could drink, away from the dancing crowd. At UV Nation, they were scattered everywhere. The drinking areas were dark, and there were no benches or chairs anywhere.

Also, I felt that the stage dancers were pretty lame. Nothing compared to the fire dancers at Red Zone. Nothing.

Conclusion

It’s obvious that UV Nation is a failure in my eyes, but that doesn’t mean it was a failure in everybody else’s. What works for me might not necessarily work for them, and vice versa.

I guess it’s all down to the planning. Red Zone runs every year, so I guess they have a pretty good team. Same goes to the Salem Revelation series of raves. As for Zouk Out – jeez, it’s practically a Singaporean tradition.

All I can say is that EMI need more practice. I’m sure they’ll get it better the next time. For me at least. I hope. Ugh.

I give UV Nation:

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1 1/2 PunPuns out of 5.

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Undeniable

June 5, 2007 at 12:20 am (Craps, GY 白 TULAN)

People say that the music you listen to can change your mood.

To a certain extent, I can’t deny that it’s true. Which is exactly why I also know that my current mood is not music induced.

It’s no secret. I haven’t been the happiest man of recent times. I try to occupy my time with work, and more work. The reason isn’t because I want to be anti-social or anything of the kind. Come on guys, you know me better than that rite?

I currently have The Kill permanently pinned on my playlist. I’ve listened to it over 500 times since I downloaded the song, and I guess the song pretty much stuck to me. Looking at the lyrics, I guess I’m going through this stage now. I want to find the real me and shed this image of myself that I’m projecting. I just want to be myself, and the process isn’t going to be easy. Changes will have to be made, and things will have to change. I just hope that you guys, my best buddies, will stick by me and help me through these testing times.

30 Seconds to Mars – The Kill

What if I wanted to break

Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do?
What if I fell to the floor
Couldn’t take all this anymore
What would you do, do, do?

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you

What if I wanted to fight
Beg for the rest of my life
What would you do?
You say you wanted more
What are you waiting for?
I’m not running from you

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
Look in my eyes
You’re killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you

I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change
I know now, this is who I really am inside.
Finally found myself
Fighting for a chance.
I know now, this is who I really am.

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you, you, you.
Look in my eyes
You’re killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you

Come break me down (bury me, bury me)
Break me down (bury me, bury me)
Break me down (bury me, bury me)

(You say you wanted more)
What if I wanted to break…?
(What are you waiting for?)
Bury me, bury me
(I’m not running from you)
What if I
What if I
What if I
What if I
Bury me, bury me

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Sleepy Head

April 20, 2007 at 8:28 am (GY 白 TULAN)

I’m becoming an insomniac.

It’s 8.25am and I haven’t slept yet.

What started off as an annoying after effect to my late nights is now becoming a real problem.

Fuck. I just want a good night sleep. I just want to wake up fresh in the morning. Is that too much to ask for?

Cibai la. Damn stress. Black rings under my eyes. Body aching. Parents think I’m taking smack.

Sigh. Sleep mother fucker…. SLEEP!!!~~~

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