To HER ROYAL HIGHNESS QUEEN ELAINE THIAN CHING CHING with love, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! and A-HA-HA.

Day No-More

Have you guys heard or Day No-More? On Day No-More, you’d have no more worries. On Day No-More you’d have no more notes, no more tutorials, assignments and exams. You wouldn’t have to care about not waking up in time for the bus, ironing your uniform, and setting the alarm clock. Heck, you can even stop over the Nokia Care centre to remove the alarm function from your phone forever and ever and ever ‘till the next 6 months or so. (So much for forever and ever……). It’s also a day for celebration. Cheap $1.10 party-packs will be swept off Coronation Plaza’s shelves before you can even say PO* PO* PO* on Day No-More. Conical hats will be worn with all the splendor and glam of a Saturday night ball. Without having to calculate it’s volume or perimeter or area, that’s just absolutely marvelous. The poppers will be popped till the wee hours of the morning. Empty wine bottles will be found all over the place. Multiplayer games will attract weird characters into the study room. Movies will be watched, talked about and rated. Music players will be blasting throughout the night. No more pressure, no more stress, no more moody mornings or grumpy nights. Everyone will be smiling from ear to ear. Hell, even ears will be pierced! Both ears! But then again, Day No-More isn’t all about cheering. It’s a harsh reminder that the end is frighteningly close. Creeping and creeping towards the crowd like a weird abomination from the swamps of doom; ready to just pounce on each and every one of us. It’ll strip us of our freedom (well, relative freedom) and independence. It’s going to take us away from each other, far enough for some of us to be lost and forgotten. No longer can we just send a message and wait a couple of minutes before we see that special someone we’d so long to see. No longer can we have mass breakfasts, lunches and dinners with our pseudo-family of friends. (who cares if the food sucks?) Day No-More peaks when we are not in the hostel no more. And it is drawing close. So let us put our heads, hands, hearts and souls together to make this final celebration so explosive that even our parents from KL, Kuching and Penang will feel the tremor. I so can’t wait.

our not-so-happy ending?

hey guys...ages since i've posted anything. well, guess i won't have pereira punya pulchritudinous vocab *roll eyes*, byrans eloquence or kim ongs quirky writing style but...haha its straight from the hati!!! we'll be going our own ways. i think that teenagers have never been forced to grow older and tougher in such a short time. i masih ingat masa we all first came, sungguh mentah! it was interesting. it was a competition to establish where we stood in the social hierarchy at the hostel. lots of attention seeking stunts were pulled. some acted all tough and cool, others were bouncy and chatty, some were more withdrawn... in the end, i guess we just found our comfort zones and hung out with who we liked best. a new year a new chapter? maybe. we've learnt loads from each other. back home, when we were fairly, if not extremely, equilibrated, things were easy. we understood the expectations of those around us and even if we didn't, we could always deal with it another day. here, we see each other all the time. learning to compromise and giving in had never been such an issue until we realised the sensitivity or perhaps frailty of our egos. we've shared great times together. movies, meals, shopping time etc. then again, its he normal thing friends do together. what sets our friendship apart from the regular order of relationships is the fact that we've gone through pain and suffering together. we were made to understand the pressure and esteem of our scholarships. we learnt to deal with the stresses of cca's and school life. we have endured this far. even when we embark on journeys that may vastly differ, we'll never forget the times we've had together (err...very ingat Graduation...the Vitamin C variant). we got through promos, block tests, prelims and more...how many tantrums and stormy mood swings have we endured together? we've seen seniors breakdown, juniors come in fresh faced, guard rotations, rule enforcements...my gosh, i'm making us sound so ancient and antiquated. yup, so i guess that's the end...2 years have passed, quite quickly actually... this chapter is coming to and end. the parchments running short, we're cramming in party time and outings into the margins. when we pull out a fresh sheet, may our quills be sufficiently inked, may our longhand form our livelihood in the future and may our shorthand let us realise that we live life only once and we should enjoy it to the max. its been entertaining, revealing, enlightening, frustrating, gratifying and interesting knowing you guys. weighing the pros and cons of our scholarship, the scales would tip in the favour of accepting it. many times, i've wondered if i made the right choice. i won't regret anything and i truly believe that knowing every single one of you has been worth the heart wrenching, gut twisting times (haha not that I’m denying good moments and happy times. so, take care and all the best. p.s- i should write g.w.bush speeches...sound bites. besides the last paragraph or so, every sentence is so short!

latest hits: que cera cera (feat. iVoc)

when i was just a little su i ask my iVoc what will i be will i be pretty? will i be rich? here's what it said to me: "pulchritu~dinooous~, u'll b pulchritu~dinooous~.. the future is mi~ne to c~.. pulchritu~dinooous~~!!"

iVoc

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It has begun.

Good luck to us all. MALAYSIA BOLEH ! *squeek*

La nuit des sorcières

Halloween. I know Halloween's passed. But does that mean I can't share some OMGJeremy Halloween goodness with the rest of you? Of course not! Bring on the hotness! Warning! Extremely crude humor. No pornography though... at least not on the articles I'm listing. But still not recommended for the sensitive or the pure. And it's not my problem if you wander off into the other equally delightful but more depraved works of the OMGJeremy crew and see something truly horrifying. Believe me, these people know what horrifying really is. OMGJeremy's Worst Halloween Costumes 05 OMGJeremy's Halloween Decor for the Hardcore 05 And, of course, who can forget the classic OMGJeremy Halloween Costume Contest 2001? I love this one -- read it hilarious line by line until you get to the glorious end. And don't cheat by scrolling down! It spoils all the fun. I howled for a lovely ten minutes when I saw the winner. Kim Ong nearly died when he saw the picture too -- he accidentally hit the PageDown key and wasn't ready for the shock. Please enjoy. Cheers.