Happy Chinese Niu Year

Just wanna say:

HAPPY CHINESE NIU YEAR EVERYONE!!!
Moo Moo!!!!!
May the BEST LUCK fall on everyone who is viewing my post!!!

Mozilla Firefox

After spent my precious Friday night and 3/4 of my beloved Saturday in the salon, Anderson had transformed into -------- MOZILLA FIREFOX.

Ok la...look quite "seafood-ish", as what my lovely roommates them said: LaLaZai.

Will be spend another 3 more months in deriding, mocking, and sneering.

Good, laugh your heart out when you get the chance to see a mozilla firefox passing covertly with the i-have-golden-hair-so-dont-look-at-me look through the street, trying to escape from everyone's staring and scrutinizing gaze.

I am JPA scholar lo okay???

Not-so-Anderson

I just want to ask that:


















Can someone be Anderson's friend???
















Can someone be on his first-one-to-contact-list when he was so vulnerable??
















He is so weak.















he is so down.






















he is so alone.

New Semester, New Anderson

Ok, it’s fulsome to use the word “new” on Anderson; perhaps an “Ascensive Anderson” will be much more suitable. But anyway, I do feel like getting a whole new perspective on my life in Shah Alam, with a huge thing – well, for me, it is definitely a huge improvement in my college life – my tiny little vehicle, with 2 rolling wheels, eat up only a little space and only need 5 bucks of feeding stuff for a week. Yes, I’m riding my motor in this huge city (or countryside, whatever). And, I’m a Chinese. Plus, I’m from Ipoh.

I can’t help but wonder: does this city always look so innocent and convenient, or because I got my motor with me? I had always thought that I must be cursed for being sent to this city to further my studies, unlike all my other friends who study in Subang Jaya and Kuala Lumpur. For the last semester, I will always disappeared from my hostel during the weekends and gone to wherever I am able to go with public transport or with friends or relatives’ transport. I can’t bear with the environment here: there’s the same food van selling the same food everyday, no internet, no hot water bath, no efficiently washing machine, and I seems lost all my contact with the outer world: because I’m immobility.

Somehow, things are not the same anymore, with my motor with me. I’ve never feel so powerful, so in control of my own life, and so much of freedom before. It’s like I was released from an invisible prison, that I had been the prisoner in it for half an year, and I’m happy now. Seriously, the happiness is more than anything I can describe it with word. It’s like a forever thirster suddenly was throw into a pool of water – not to forget, the water is from the peak of Himalaya Mountain and will never dry out, or a alcoholic was suddenly realize he is inside of a liquor store – with all the alcohol that are can’t even be get in Bar Celona or Market Place as those are out of stock.

Hmm…only with these words , you can’t feel how relief I am. I think I’m going to give away a brief explanation of how I settle my daily needs during the last semester and compare it with how’s my life are in this semester, then only you can see the vast different of it.

Last semester:

Food: Get from the food van in my hostel. Need not to taste the food, I already can tell you how it is the taste, how many salts were put in it, for how long the food had been cooked…whatever you want to know about the food, ask me.

Laundry: Hand-wash everyday. Thanks to my clumsy hand and worse-than-worst’s washing skills, this task normally will take me 1 hour to done with 2 shirts, 1 pants, 1 pair of stocking, and 1 underwear, ONLY.

Transport: To get to college, I will – not like I have the right to chance to choose – take the college bus provided. Usually when my class ended at 4, I probably will only reach my room in my hostel at 5.30. Yes, what-the-hell-5.30. Not to forget, the journey from college to my hostel only took about 10 to 15 mins. I wonder what took them so long to take us back to hostel.

This semester:

Food: Hey, is there a new hawker centre in XXX, Subang Jaya??? Ok, I’ll have my dinner there today.

Laundry: Auntie, had my clothes dry? Haven’t? It’s okay, I’ll come to Klang tonight to take, is that alright?

Transport: Oh, is our class going to start at 2? Okay, I’ll sleep a while in my hostel now. Wake me up when 1.40.

However, there’s not like everything is good when a motor is with me. I do hate it sometimes, when it’s raining, or the sun is burning too violently. And because my plat number start with the alphabet A, the B and W seems to – or obviously they are – bully me on the road. There’s so many times, when I was driving happily on the road, enjoying the wind blow onto my face, illustrate some fantasies of what I can do…and there it was. The B and W will purposely and intently drive near to my poor little vehicle and trying to make me fall down or something. So what’s now? My plat number A is pissing you off, is it?

Not to forget, the biggest disadvantage of driving motor is: I can never set my hair before I step out of the door – because everything is coming to an end, when the unmerciful helmet is to envelop my head. Or I should be grateful of it, cause I will never need to waste my money on purchase those hair styling clay and hair spray, and I can even sleep for another, maybe 10 minutes, before I go to college. Hmm… not a bad idea, because I seems have restless mind and body whenever I’m inside the confine of college. This doesn’t really happen, when I was in my hometown, even I didn’t sleep for the entire night. I can still behave like a crazy person and open my eye wide for another 2 or 3 days. Anyway, that’s different story though.

Ok, I think that’s enough. I hope you can feel my excitement from my words: I LOVE MOTOR!!

It's my b'day

Hua la la la la~~
Thanks for everyone who wish me happy b'day...I just want to say: I LOVE YOU ALL!!!

*HUGZ HUGZ!!!*

Hello~

Hey, i'm back to ipoh right now...
During my 3 hours journey back to Ipoh, I was listening to Britney's If You Seek Amy over and over again...

I know many of you already know what's that mean, but I'm sure even more who can't understand what is that...

Baby baby if you seek amy tonight...baby baby, we can do whatever you like...

I PROMISE!!!

I miss A so much....wonder what A doing now...A, if you seek amy pls.....

Routine

I wish i could have more time to write a proper blog to express how I hate the feeling right now. Anyway, I will. Tomorrow will be the day of the moody Anderson starting to curse his daily routine all over again and get ready to see a rude post. FUCK IT.

Review: Diary Of The Dead

For those who had clicked on the trailer above and found it : Hmm, seems interesting to watch huh...YOU ARE FUCKING WRONG.

During the X'mas, my frens and I watched it in 1U. Among all the movies, we pointed to this, as 1)The show time is suitable for us. 2)The tickets are available. 3)The poster looks scary. 4)It is 18SG.

So, we watched this. And it turned out to be a disasterous movie : disaster to the history of the filem, disaster to our dizzy head, disaster to our empty wallet, and disaster to our precious time... I can tell that I'm a easy satisfier. For the life sentence of my 18 years time, I can easily get entertainment by whatever movie I watched. Though some maybe quite boring, but still, there's some part or maybe a particular actor/ actress that can make me feel that: At least XXX had humor me, ok la...

And this? So sorry to tell. Nothing. Let me start with the whole movie (it's a insult to other well made movie, to use the term "movie" on this 1 and 45 mins video clips. Anyway, try to bear with it.)

The movie started abruptly...or maybe is the intent of the director? Whatever. A stupid female reporter dead on the scene, because she couldn't put on her stupid leg and run from the stumbling zombie, which wake up suddenly and walk to her. She dead also because her working partner who are so devote his mind to his job as a cameraman, couldn't put down his stupid camera and help to fight the zombie. Then, the cameraman still have the mood to post the video clip on the internet, and the hero of this movie found this clip. So, the movie begins...SUCKS.

I couldn't understand why all the dead people can suddenly wake up, and I keep wait and wait, hoping that in the end, the stupid groups who are making their sudden escape can give me a clue on why such lame thing happened. For the period I've waited, I was so dizzy at the same time. The director reminds his audience again and again that the movie is uneditted, in its original shape...whatever he can say to make you feel that you are watching a real-time recording. So, he even explained what type of video camera used in this movie, how caring he was.

Yes, video camera. This is the annoying part. If you have problem with the shaking camera moving around from the beginning till the end, don't watch this. You will vomit BADLY. Even though this is a way to make it looks raw, but wonder why this director can make it looks so stupid. At the very beginning, I already feel irritated by watching the zombie and the people running here and there, wandering around and doing nothing. The hero still want to use his stupid and he-think-it's-intense voice to interview the people inside the stupid van to say their name out and why there are here. Okay. Final Destination style huh? It make me feel there must be something to do with the interviewing part: maybe in the end, it can be used to rescue someone or what. But obviously, the interview part just for fun. In the end, there's no ending.

YES. I mean it. No ending. WHAT THE FUCK??? The movie ended abruptly with a stupid movie clip downloaded by the hero on the internet, with no hidden meaning in it and nothing was explained at all. Though the heroin once say she want to continue her bf's bogus wish to continue with the movie, but with the zombie all over the country and no solution at all on how to rescue herself, how she got the fucking time to edit the fucking movie, add some utterly shit sound effects to it in order to scare us, as what she mentioned in the very beginning of the movie??? And with all the zombie running into the house and no one is going to survive later on, how is this grandness movie clip that her bf made by killing himself is going to sent to show on the big screen and cheat our time and money???

Anyway, I did learn something from this movie.

1. When people dead, you must break the corpse's head in order to prevent it from transform into a zombie.

2. Do not believe what you see in the news on tv. Things are worse than that being reported. (When they say one citizen in town is dead, means the whole city are dead.)

3.Beware of homo-sapiens-like creature who has slow locomotion ability, they may be ZOMBIE.

4. Do not watch movie that never get propagandize and only on the big screen on a few cinema. They are sure to be bad movies.

Rating: 1/10

Back to origin

Yes, it's been 8 years since I've leave Kuala Lumpur, moving to Kuantan, Temerloh and finally, Mentakab. Though I always claim that I'm a product of Ipoh, I actually live in Pahang for a longer period than in Perak. In fact, scent of pickled fish is more familiar for me, rather than bean sprout chicken -- well, bean sprout chicken has no strong smell afterall.

If not because of the testament thing, I don't think I ever got the chance to go back to Mentakab -- 6 hours journey, 40 bucks of ticket price, and the only 2 times of bus routine daily. It's really exhausting and wallet-digging to be there. However, it's worthy to be there, now. 8 years of time is enough to change many thing. And the little town had change tremendously since then. I get to see many things. Things that I familiar with, things that I'm not familiar with, and things that seems familiar, but yet different with what's in my mind, too. I feel excited to be part of it, and seeing the town grown, it make me feel so old now (p/s: I'm turning 19 in January, finally no more freshly juicy 18 years old).

Got the chance to meet many of the acquaintance in the town -- my wet nurse, my primary school friends, and my old neighbours. They look pretty much just the same, as what I remembered. Suddenly everything seems back to the old time. I've never move to Ipoh. I'm still studying there. I'm still talking in Mandarin. I'm still...never got a chance to watch movie in cinema, or go and sing our heart out in karaoke box, as most of the children in Mentakab.



Funny, it sounds so unbelievable for me now, but that doesn't seems to bother Mentakabian, anyway. And yet, this lack-of-entertainment-lifestyle had results in a good way. Most of my old friends are the top scorer of the country. And me? Better than the worse. Full As, but not straight A1. Love it or hate it, I'm a Menglembuen now.

Food in Mentakab had always seduce me. Hakka's style food suit me more, rather than Ipoh's Cantonese's food. If you ever got a chance to see my kid's pic, you'll know how authentic my words are.


This is the root of all evils of my kiddie's weight -- Che cheong fun. I can't bear with it, at all. Last time, the little vender motor bike will stop in my school's gate. Once the school bell ring, the smell of the sauce will eventually pulled me towards it, and so, I ate lunch, twice, a day. Yes, twice a day -- one in front of the school gate, one on the table of my home's dining table.


The che cheong fun is totally different with what we eat in Ipoh. The sauce is sweet and salty. The che cheong fun is compact and chaw-able. Gosh, my saliva is overflow now...

This is the pic of the food. I don't get the chance to take the pic of the che cheong fun poured with the sauce. Hmm, I guess you know the reason -- it's finish before I can resist the temptation to eat it and take the picture of the food. Poor reader...

This is another plague spot of my weight -- Chicken Rice !!! Hmm...the chicken is cripsy outside and soft inside, the taste of the chicken is just at the right point -- a little more or less monosodium glutamate will make it distasteful. (what a lame description, but I seriously mean it!!!)

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So, as what we planned long time ago, I headed to KL for the X'mas celebration. Due to the tight budget -- as I claimed -- I only going there on 24th's morning. Well, it's a wise choice to make, after I saw what's on the floor of our hotel room's floor. Shoes, bags, clothes, pants....everything punch-drunk everywhere. I barely see the ruby red carpet. Obviously, they had OVERSPEND.

Well, not everyone overspend. Some girls who had found their toff -- in a proper way, but in Menglembuen's way -- big water hose. Those girls get to spend now and then, buy whatever block their sight, whatever they like or suddenly like it, and hate it once get the bill settled. Left us who got no feeder -- eat poorly, talk poorly, shop poorly, and laugh poorly. Ha Ha ( in a poor tone)

Whether is fate or fake...the no-feeder-poorer are clutched together, doing exercise that won't take us a single penny ...in One U.
Obviously, the other are going for their endless shopping event, AGAIN.

A bag in my maybe-buy-list.

The poor one will have their mind going insane, sometimes. I grabbed this shiny emerald green SEED bag when the sometime hits me. Anyway, the bag is nice, and hopefully I'll be in love with it -- till the day I found my feeder...Holy crop, how come I got such a damn evil thinking...

At 24th's night, is the time we all waiting for. We had our dinner inside the room -- obviously not room service, we are too poor for that -- that is maggie mee. We had planned well for the night : cut-in singlet-like uniform, phantom mask...and last but not least, our snowflake spray. Blame it to the feeder group leader -- Mr. Raymond Lim. Because of his generous way of buying the spray, we bought more snowflake spray as if we really want to attack people so badly. =.= Bad thing.

We, in our best condition before the event -- not an event to be exact, is more like the whole StarHill area is crowded by all the sleepless people from all around the city, some from other states(just like us :P), and some foreign tourist(or maybe labour?), have nowhere to turn to and finally ended up in the area.

People shouting, yelling, screaming... It sounds horrible, but in fact, it did. At the early stage, when people are still in their conscious mind, we can still spray the snowflake-liked foam to the passerby -- or people who are intended to be spray all over their body, as a sign of most welcomed people. And yes, we are the most welcomed people, in our description -- centre of attraction~~ Many of the tourist requested to take our pictures or take pictures with us. Hopefully, we did contributes some effort to make StarHill another spot of attraction for the celebration of any sort of event.. AS IF WE REALLY CARE! Ha ha (not to forget, in a poor tone again.)

However, when the time slowly crossing 12am, people start to lost their self-awareness. Whenever vehicles are passing by the road, people rush to it and spray the foam at the wheatherboard of the car, trying to block the view of the driver. Well, we can simply say they are mischievous, but when they pull up the wiper...that's really malefic! We can't bear with it, and we put back the thing for the driver, and the insane people start to look at us like : This is non of your business. But what we want is fun, not accident that can ruin our fun. Be clear, people.

There is total of 10 people, and there's only 1 room available, with 2 single bed at the last night... So, who's fast, who's getting the bed!!! We eventually divide the bed into 2, one is the softer upper part, and the other harder lower part. At last, we only managed to make it 3 sleepable bed, due to the straitness of our room... 10 people divided by 3 bed = 1 bed 3 people + 1 sleep on the floor. And the unlucky 1 goes to JeanMun's feeder, how pity he was!!!

Well, everyone was worry about the snoring of Raymond, at first. Like I said, at first. So, at the end, it turns out to be I'm the one releasing those euphonic, desirable, fair-sounding rhythm... How lucky they are, got the chance to hear the sound that I can't hear...

So, during the time we are in Times Square, SiGee and me don't feel like want to spend our money on those TimeSquare-ish outfits. Not meant to be peacockish, but instead of spending money on those so-called cheap price( in fact they are not cheap at all) outfits, who don't we just save our money and buy at-least-heard-before-branded clothes during the Mega Sales season? At least, we won't feel frustrated when we wash our clothes over and over again, in the end turns out that the clothes can't be wear anymore, due to the poor quality of it.

Okok, too far away my chatter had lead me to. Anyway, SiGee and me gone for the fish spa thingy -- first time ever in our life. When we first sink our leg into the pond, no fish dare to come to us -- or maybe our leg are too healthy and no dead skin at all...But after a while, those small fishies start to bite us, and we scream like hell...Okay, not we, I. It's so itchy, and the nauseaness creeping all over my body -- It make me feel like I'm a dead body, and it doesn't feel good AT ALL!!! After some times, when I just about to feel comfortable with fish-eating-my-meat feeling...the time ended. 15 bucks flied away. Dang.

These are picies we took in a shop selling party equipment in Times Square. Nothing much to say about these, as the pictures itself tell more than the descriptive words... Only one conclusion to make: every grimace mask fit Yunn's face PERFECTLY.


What a sarcastic board. Without those produk cetak rompak, Petaling Street will be nothing. Seriously, those are the attraction of the street, and officially it should be called our ChinaTown in M'sia. So, ChinaTown = CetakRompak Town. But who cares, tourist still flooded there.

Queen of MaCi...nice MaCi...but too expensive I think. 5 bucks for 20 MaCi, not my food. =.=

So, after all the fun, should be the time for study, huh???Wait wait wait...there's still New Year Eve to come...maybe after that, deal?

DEAL.

Companionship

This post is for someone who's not going to read my blog. For your information, this is going to sound disgusting and might cause misapprehension to some of you --But we are not gay couple. We are BFFs. Our relationship had come to an end, even before I notice it, or I barely notice it.

Okay, I just don't want to notice it.

Time really flies. Though I said this, time doesn't really flies when our friendship is ended. When I need time flies to help me to subside my depression of losing a good friend, time doesn't flies as what it usually did.
Instead, I can feel the twinge everytime I need good friends to be at my side.

Afterall, I got only a good friend. My only friend.

It really did hurt me. I don't used to be such a loser in these situations. Usually, I'm the winner. I'm the one who always bring out the issue of arguments, and I will not let go of it. We will have cold war, and he will be the one to surrender, and then, we will be okay. And all these had happened for so many cycles, and the result is still, always the same. He always said that we are predeterminated to be good friends. Always said that.

Somehow, the result are different for this time. And we don't even have any kind of argument or what-so-ever. It just ended that way. So easy. Just because of his lover who doesn't favor me, he choose to ended our relationship. There's no room for beg for leniency, no room for forgiveness, no room for anything.

Anything, that can relate him to me anymore.

Cheers, may the best luck with us.