echoes of my mind

What a lamo title. Sounds like some cheap and low quality pulp fiction which is sitting at the back of a library's storeroom, lying in the dust, forgotten even by the one who wrote it.

Ok, drama class is over. For more information on how to act and express yourselves online, call 012-XXX-XXXX.

All right. The title has something to do with.....me at home. Alone. No sister here.

Stuffing myself to the brim with movies, Internet, and music.

While others study hard, I relax hard.

4 hours and 30 minutes time to 2008.

To all reading, have a nice celebration with your family and friends, whether it's in Dataran Merdeka or in front of your tv (lazy bum). Soak up the atmosphere and sweat and odour together. Hello 2008!!

A tag a day keeps all weird questions away...

Lek Ken tagged me about this thing. Feel free to hit Alt F4 to see the deeper secrets of John again like the previous posts.

List 5 presents you wish for:
1. Uh, lots of pirated DVD games and movies. Officers, you cannot stop me!
2. A PSP game
3. This is not exactly a present, but I sure hope that God will allow the man who cuts my hair (a barber...sorry, a saloonist) to enter into heaven after that 3 weeks of lung infection which took his life. And to think of it, I hardly know him, but if someone were to do something as intimate as cutting your hair, would you not wish as I did?
4. This, like the former 'present' is not really a present. I hope that the father of a friend of my mom will recover from HIS lung infection. Terrible business, this lung infection.
5. I wish for all the people whom I meet, those who wish me well and those who don't, to have a good life, whether it is or it isn't at my expense.

If I were to put the last 2 first, I would be crazy, as the saying goes, "One must take care of oneself before one can afford to help others."
Still, I believe that everything is equal in God's sight, numbers included. So He will treat every 'wish' as important. I think.

My 5 impressions of the person who tagged me:

1. Was previously fat, very. But he took the effort to slim down. When one notices this, one will think that either that person became a self conscious narcissistic freak, or that person takes the criticisms of other people seriously and constantly strives to improve himself. I think Ken Vin is of the latter. And do not dispute my opinions. i take criticism harshly and will deal back in kind. (Just a joke for the layman who is a novice to insulting people.)
2. Brilliant in terms of studies and very streetwise. ( I am not sure that one outing ...not a date dumbass...can justify that but he was the one who took me on a tour, unadulterated, throughout Pavilion, albeit seasoning it with coughings and complains of energy loss..)
3. A real dumbass in terms of housekeeping. But like I said, don't take my word for it, see it for yourself. Haha. Now Ken Vin will have lotsa company.
4. Socialite. (speaks for the circle of friends and acquaintances he keeps)
5. Egomaniac? But I'm sure he has changed after the camp. Haven't met him in person ever since "Pavilion" but I'm sure he changed...right?

The Most Memorable thing he/she has done for you:

You mean the most memorable thing I have done for him. Well, there was once, the first time I actually talked to him in person. Certainly not the last, as you can see from his posts. Well, he kinda bullied my sis in Std 6 I think, so I decided he needed a whooping and so I confronted this 5 feet 9 giant (he was like my height that time ok...and I was...short.) in the school courtyard. And I challenged him to a duel to the death. No, stupid. (Nazeera calls this condescending talk...I call it putting one in one's proper place.) I didn't whoop him, and, no, he did not cry, you ass. I just told him to fuck off my sister's case and stop fucking bullying her. No, stupid. I just told him to stop bugging her without the expletives. Check out expletives in dictionary.com if you happen to be in the dark about that word.

If he/she is your lover, you will:
Scream and ask God to strike me dead, for I am certainly not gay. Who here thinks Sharon Stone is hot at her age?

If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:

because I stole his girlfriend? Haha. His taste is definitely not mine. He goes for Chinese, I go for the rest of the races.

Pass the quiz to 5 people you wish to know how they feel about you:

I am definitely going to pass this quiz to nobody. Call me spoilsport, call me 'not-fun-wan-lah-u' but you can shove it up your ass for all I care. I, for one, do not want to know who wants to shag me or bang me up the ass. I also do not care whether I am friend or foe to anyone, because, if I were to die today, I will stand before the throne of God and look at him straight in the face (if that's possible) and tell Him that I have done my best in my life and screwed anyone else who got in my way, as that is indeed the core way of the survival of the species.

I am a real drama queen. I mean, king but the phrase only comes with one gender, if you know what I mean.

what I have done thus far

I have a Bittorrent client. With which I have downloaded the last 2 episodes of LOST season 3 with. Now who says someone leaching from a neighbour's wireless cannot commit piracy? I have done it. Very well too. Just don't ask me how long it took to wait for 700 MB to download. I will strangle you. And yes, that is a threat.

Got The Gladiator soundtrack. Not very fancy but it'll serve as some ambience while blogging.

Watched Bourne Ultimatum on an unlicenced (that's an euphemism for pirated) DVD yesterday, followed by The Pacifier. BU was damn great, which was punctuated by my sister's squeals throughout the movie.

check in at the checkout

FYKI (For you kind information)

Did you know it takes an average of 4-5 hours to check out from time of request in a government hospital.

................................(I only come up with this title because I cannot find any other like "when fingers intertwine" or what not...)

Ok. Since i dislike social gatherings, I will not go into detail my prom night. Well, there came this time where my sis got bored so we went around taking photos with our soon-to-be-ex-classmates. As of this point, I will not flatter myself by saying that girls were clamoring to take photos with me. Did I flatter myself? I do not think so. But needless to, also, say that I can't take appear in photos well. I, in fact, look like crap. My photogenicness is like my voice-genic-ness. I appear horrible on photos. I sound bad on recordings. I hate pictures of myself, especially candid ones. I hate the sound of my voice on tape. There.

Went out with Ken Vin on Thursday. It was not a date you a-hole. Went to pavilion! Whoo. I love posh places. Not enough time to tell the tale.

Happy xmas peeps.

For the mouth speaks of what the heart is full of.

When a good and honourable man speaks, he takes it from the store of good things in his heart.

When an evil person speaks, he takes it from the store of defiled things in his heart.

For the mouth speaks, indeed, of what the heart is full of.

What the right hand does, the left hand must never know.
If the left hand ever knew of what the right hand did, the former would certainly take a butcher knife and chop off the latter.

With a Bang!

I feel sufficiently re invigoratingly happily perky (not quite a suitable word..perky..) to finally blog! Wohoo. As it happens, I have just finished reading a very bad mouthy book full of vulgar words that destroy the very roots of goodness of everyone sane, but seem to cultivate the evil of darkness spreading in a certain few. I am one of the latter. So what the fuck...perhaps the diarrhoea (that's true English English spelling btw, not American) of these words will seep into your minds. Your few sadly unfortunate minds.

WATEVER Fuck!

Okok. Down to business. Tomorrow is.....Drum rolls please...

*papapapapapapapapapaparap

PROM NITE! Wohoo!

What an anti climatic end.


To those of you interested in knowing what I did last holidays after SPM, piss off, it's none of your business...just kidding.

Read tons of my mom's books. Did not have the time to go book shopping. Probably won't be buying any more that 1 book from the miserly amount of RM20 MPH book voucher I got for the elocution contest. Sigh.

Not much of a life story, but it'll make the cut, I'm sure.