murder was the case
(Thursday, September 30, 2004)will work for mp3(s)
my hard drive fucking died. i think emule murdered my hdd. i've been downloading and uploading data simultaneously so often i think the poor thing can't take it anyone so the muthafucka just died. to make matters worst, the bastard took away all my mp3s, videos, photos, thesis documents, thesis data, research data, programs, and all the things i can't even be bothered to remember. i'm so fucked. in a way, i'm mourning for my dead (murdered) hdd. may my hdd rest in peace with all my data (if he ain't resting in peace, god knows what the fuck the bugger wants)
anyone has a spare hdd for this poor soul here?
LiEw
untitled
(Wednesday, September 29, 2004)"if you really like someone, you'll accept every part of them, but you can't do that until they're willing to share every part with you."
the Festival part. I
(Tuesday, September 28, 2004)i'm in a hurry, so i'm just gonna load some photo of things i had for dinner. hehe, i'm so full now. have to go out later.
have a nice day
LiEw
the Paris i love to hate.
(Monday, September 27, 2004)we all love Paris, the nice town in france, the symbol of romantisme, the land where Eiffel is erected, and the residence for many many fine arts. yet, this is not the Paris i will be talking about, the person i love to hate, Paris Hilton, the granddaughter of hotel magnate, Conrad Hilton, the heir to the one of the largest hotel empire in the world. if you believe in karma, you should start wondering 'what the fuck has she done in her past life to deserve this luxurious life?'. i personally don't really know her until i heard about the sex video she made with her ex-boyfriend (yes dear, i do have a copy of it). nothing amazing about it, the Malaysia guy did better i personally think. everyone has published sex video in america, pamela anderson, gena lee nolin, cameron diaz...and then where some paparazzi published photo of her going commando and tits dropping out. all celebrities do thattttt!!!
Anyways, what really bothered me is what Paris has been up to lately. she and best friend nicole richie was in this reality tv show called Simple Life. i never really seen it before but i think it's about them living in a barn without any dough. c'mon, you call that a tv programme? if i have a dog, i'd rather watch my dog jump backwards again and again for 1 hour but yet again, i don't have a dog. i have a cat instead. is that an idea of grandpa to keep lil' Paris outta trouble by shoving her with fame and some actual work?
What really bothered me about Paris is that she's the new model for Guess? 2004's Fall Campaign. look at Paris, she's not sexy, she's just blonde, she did 2 sex video (1 of it wasn't published), she lives a lavish lifestyle and that's it. as the matter of fact, i think something's missing on her face...she was a model but she's not sexy nor beautiful. she's just a rich person's daughter we all secretly want to fuck cause we all know she's a whore.
Guess? has a credibility of casting good models for the advertisement campaign but this one sucks badly. remember Laetitia Casta, Adriana Lima, Claudia Schiffer, the divine goddess with lusty looks, style, most important of all,
i think this is another scheme from grandpa hilton to keep Paris busy and out of nuisanse. another conspiracy perhaps...
LiEw
my first with liew.
()well, this is a first time in a long time after not actually trying to blog some shit in some site. will start with intro a bit bout meself. i'm jonathan. i'm currently still studying and with less than a year more before i throw myself at the mercy of our cruel cruel world, i'm starting to think about really not going to work in the near future. perhaps, but i need the money. damn. i like technology it's cool until it suddenly shuts down by itself when you're actually doing some real work. i kinda in a love hate kinda relationship with my toshiba. it's a good sturdy laptop (p3 933 Mhz) with good tweakings (aka faster than most pentium4s i know! die compaq die!) until a few months a ago when i discovered it will just pap off like that without any good reason. went online to read about it and discovered that most people also face the same problem due to the stoopid fan. tried opening it and found out that 2 screws are jammed so can't really do anything but bitch about it. i want an ibook! who wants to donate a cool cool ibook to a poor poor boy like myself mail me k? why an ibook ? coz i like reading small small fonts and that the only laptop that i never heard people complain about. thats the first thing you notice about the macs. then you'll notice that you don't know shit about computers. try printing from a mac. or even playing games from a macintosh.
there's no space for more...
(Sunday, September 26, 2004)they said when i go out, i bring lotsa stuff. they said i'm like a girl. they said only girls go out with so many things. okay, they might be right cause girls have handbags and guys only have their pockets to fill all the stuffs in. so while waiting for myn wee in coffeebean yesterday, i took out everything from my pocket and counted...wallet, money clip (the function is the same but a money clip is easier to take out from the pocket), sunglasses, camera, walkman, earphone case, handphone with a huge band, house keys, car keys. that's it, 1,2,3...9 of them. the table is covered with my stuffs. THEY MUST BE RIGHT. how can these things fit in the pocket? nevermind that, i need to get rid of as many things i can when i go out so that i won't be called a cat (pussy) next time they see me. still, i don't know what can i ditch and what i should take along. whether i like it or not, money clip and the wallet must come along, keys as well, and almost everything else. is it when i go out, i depend on everything i have in my pocket and i can't even leave one behind? or am i just doing it to look good? one thing's for sure, having bulky pockets does not look good...
dinner with zoe and issues
(Thursday, September 23, 2004)each week, zoe, john, jonathan, and i will see each other to update each other almost everything from work related issues to 'last weekeend i...' type of talk. nothing too personal and mostly rubbish. since jonathan is still in penang and john was too busy playing counter-strike to reply my message, as usual, zoe and i meet up for great food and more great food. i presume talking about someone's wife and someone's recently passes away mother, how Paris Hilton should not be made a Guess? model (i'll get to that when i have more time) and lotsa other things i cannot remember is not really talking. i suffer from serious selective deafness syndrom (SDS); meaning my ears will shut down when i hear things i don't really want to hear.
so we went to this place in the 1 Utama's new wing (errr, i can't remember the name) for wine and food. the enviroment and the interior design of the restaurant is just simply perfect but the food was ok-lar. so we proceed to this other place which i don't know the name also, so, start going the 1utama's new wing and start looking for place. it's got some connection with new zealand and it's not in a shop. fuck, i'm not really providing any help at all am i?, Robert Harris and had dessert there. the tiramisu was ok but the oreo something was sooooo fuckinnnnngggggg great. i could swear it's the best dessert i have had for months. there's this happy hour period where some of their desserts are selling for half price...didn't manage bother to take any photos cause i was too busy eating...ops!!!
*burp*
LiEw
Voltron; Defender of the Universe
()what's up with the title?
it's my msn nickname now.
what's up with voltron, that's stupid name, like i don't know. funny, when G told me to change my name to voltron; defender of the universe last night it didn't sound so stupid. then when i look at my nick today, it's 100 times dumber than before. i'm so fucked, i need to use this nick for 3 days. everything started when G's melbourne friend's friend introduced her girl friend as voltron; defender of the universe because of her foosball defence tactics. then G got came out with this bright idea that i should use this nick and miraculously, i fucking did. you know, like *POOF* type of miracle. to make matters even worse, i told her if she use it for a night, i'll use it for 3 fucking days. what the fuck was i fucking thinking? G must have cast some kind of cyber magic powder on my cyber face...i shall declare this the biggest dumbass mistake.
p/s if you don't know what voltron is, it's an animated metal cat/tiger/lion/whatever that fights evil. they normally won't win before they change into this giant robot. don't what the fuck me, please!!!
LiEw
"i thought monday was gonna be slow..."
(Monday, September 20, 2004)Liew: Houston, this is L-13-w, do you roger?
Houston: L-13-w, this is houston, roger
LiEw: houston, we've got a problem
Houston: please identify the problem, over...
LiEw: houston, i kinda, you know, erm, burnt my bro's car stereo amplifier.
Houston: L-13-w, ouch, you're fucked...
it wasn't me!!! it was the damn dirty apes (that sure sound REALLY REALLY convincing!!!) yup, the apes officially hold the responsibility for the damage of the stereo amplifier. i was playing the apes in not-so-loud volume then suddenly, the whole stereo system just jammed and this really ear-aching *beeeeeeeeeeeeep just replaces the apes' guitar and drums. wooow weeeee, that's certainly something new, hidden track perhaps? but then the accesories people told me i fucking spoilt the amp and it's not a hidden track (of course i fucking know, i'm not blondeeeee). yes, i am officially dommed. no, the apes are doomed, i didn't play while the amp fucked up. no people, this is not one of those promotional attempts for DDA. -_-
kok, tony, chew and min xi are here! all the way from johore! i really got no idea why they're here. some conference thingy for masters students i heard. well, fuck it, i don't really care! i was so happy that they are coming, i accidentally called Eleanor thinking it was min xi trying to sound like a girl. how silly of me. however, i managed to call him anyway and we met up in Midvalley. meeting my JB friends meaning i can cuss all i like in any language, talk about disgusting shit, make stupid remarks of everyone, try to buy porn in Tower Records...just to name a few things i did tonight...they made me ask for the PORN in Tower Records. for your information, Midvalley's Tower really sells Jap Porn. all you need to do is ask...
oh i bought a RED quiksilver tee. i always wanted a quiksilver shirt but i never got one before. i wonder why...maybe they never have a real quiksilver store in JB before. c'mon, everyone loves quiksilver...
then while doing some tracking of my cash flow this month, i noticed that i've been under-spending. how the fuck did that happen? i got no idea. so i gave zoe a call and told her i'm underspending and i need somewhere to channel the money to. she cuss a little and told me there's this new cake shop she found in 1Utama. i think Zoe's getting a lot of stress from her work lately. how can eating cake cure my problem....she needs to get more rest
Pouring Hard
(Sunday, September 19, 2004)yeah, it's raining everyday. sunday is supposed to be sunny and yet it's fucking raining. i just fucking love the rain. the dark gloomy clouds just make me feel great. after the heavy rain yesterday evening, i took a stroll at a park near to my crib. no one was there at the park but i could hear some dude shouting. (some people just have the talent to spoil everything. fuck that shit...)
taking a walk after rain is not one of the best thing i can do on a saturday night but i don't have my car with me and i seriously don't know what to do...so i went to the park and took some photos. nothing turn out alright except for this photo...i need to work on my nightshot skills.
anyways, on a totally unrelated issue,
my parents left me at home today cause they're going for some wedding dinner thingy. i think my parents got about 5 wedding invitations for next month itself. don't get me wrong, i have nothing against people tying the knot, but going to wedding dinners is a fret. c'mon, aside from relatives and alcoholics, who love going to wedding dinner? in any case, if the wedding dinner involves jazz and nice quiet meals, i don't mind attending it. HOWEVER, i think everyone wants to do it CHINESE MALAYSIA style, aka, old school type, meaning, you need to have loud ass women and men trying to hustle their way to the karaoke set, the usual yam sheeeenggggggggggg..., and last but not least, homies trying to get the groom pissed as hell.
which leads to another issue, how the fuck is the groom gonna fuck anyone (or anything) if you can't fucking stand up? not like they haven't screw or anything but it's the tradition, you need to screw on your wedding night...it's not right if you don't fuck i think...righttttt...nevertheless, there's nothing happier then seeing two perfectly happy couple getting married. oh wait, i was supposed to say, there's nothing happier then seeing two perfectly happy couple getting pissed and getting dragged out of 'their' wedding dinner...
how fuck up can a wedding be anyway?
LiEw
weekend and getting laid...
(Saturday, September 18, 2004)well, i ASSUME everyone's going all out to get laid this weekend. well, not everyone, the guys at least. well, i got just the right type of reading material for you. no, i didn't write these myself and i took this from other people. hope you fucking love it...
- The Ultimate Definitive Sex Guide - Suckball
- Crazy shit i've been told while having sex - Overworked and Underfucked (sorry paul, i stole this link)
well, that's that i guess. my head's empty today.
LiEw
Wednesday Blues
(Wednesday, September 15, 2004)Chapter I - the morning
i don't know what happened to my monday. i felt perfectly fine when i got up. tuesday was really really bad and today was even worst, considering that i slept at 10.30 and i got up at 7.55. apparently, i had to DRAG myself out of the bed, check on my downloads, then went back to sleep again. i only got up when my bro/mom came knocking on my door. something really wrong with my system. i didn't fuck it up again did i?
Chapter II - work
i don't really wanna talk about work...
Chapter III - basketball, weird noisy chinese dude and the ugly truth
imagine this, you're in a basketball court, out of oxygen, sweating like a pig, running like you need to take a crap badly, hustling your way through some big ass dude then suddenly
(conversation has been changed into english)
dude1: lookit the Toyota Unser, there's a chick innit!
dude2: i don't see no chick!
dude1: she's coming out form the car soon
the only person who came out was this dude/mate/nigga/guy (i like to call people nigga even if they're not exactly black) which then proceeded to the passenger seat to open the door the so-called-chick
dude1: mah ke chau hai ! (it means motherfucka in english) dumb ass! can't she open the door herself? fucking retarted bitch...she like disable or something? cibaaiiiiiii! (i don't really know what 'cibaiiii' is in english, pardon my bad english)
dude2: c'mon let's play ball...
dude1: you know what, if she's in a better car in some better place, i think it's alright but HERE? goddammit. there was this one, this chick was in this expensive car and she asked this dude to...blah blah blah...then they...blah blah fucking blah, blah fuck my ass, blah blah blah, i'm a loud noisy punk...blah blah blah...
dude2: right...can we play ball now?
dude1: i think it's perhaps this is why i ain't got a girlfriend. i don't dig romantic chicks...
LiEw: ???
what the fuck was that about? can't some people just shut the fuck up and play ball? dammit, you can't get no peace and quiet no mo'. i only have 1 thing to say to dude1 - get a life and play ball, and stop being so goddamn nosy for fuck's sake. yeah, i know that's 3 things. whatever...
LiEw
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Doing it right
(Monday, September 13, 2004)whether you like it or not, people do judge you from things you do. the way you talk, eat, and even sleep. everything you do is observed and evaluated by others. in the end, it makes you what you are and unknowingly crafts your so-called personality.
as a result, whatever your personality is, there will aways be expectations from the others. people will look forward at things that you do. if you're a photographer, they expect you to only snap great photos and nothing else. if you can't fulfill such ancitipation, disappointment cannot denied. that's what life is all about, outlive our own shadows that we cast. do we have to be a better person day after day, year after year? then instead of trying to outlive the others, we're actually but in reality we are only trying to shed away from our existing accomplishment? if we never outlive our own achievement, we're as good as a living dead cause every single action will be compared to our supreme reach. in this case, why would we want to live a meaningless life of underachievement?
don't you think underachievement should be pardoned? i personally don't think so. the signature crafted on is too deep to be washed away.
LiEw
O' Briens
(Sunday, September 12, 2004)
initial plan was to get superbly drrunk on friday night then ask myn wee to drive me back. like i said, that was the INITIAL plan. then zoe fucking bailed on me last minute and i can't fucking get a parking at aero so i kind of crashed at Great Eastern Plaza for Starbucks' cake. then for some twisted fuck up reason, i went to O' Briens sandwich at last. i was so fucking hungry when i got there, i didn't even know what i ordered. the sandwich was superbly good (maybe cause i was so fucking hungry) and the blueberry pie myn wee ordered was nice. then ZOE had to call and says she's coming over with Gan. so we waited till she comes over (which was about 1 hour later) and O' Briens is closing. then we went to Starbucks. i'm not in the mood to write. just look that the photos...
chao
LiEw
It's here
(Thursday, September 09, 2004)
if you're the Apes' fan and you haven't got it yet, well, guess it's just too bad for you...
LiEw
p/s - listen to the tracks with headphones. it sounds much better. believe me.
it's not gonna be me/ugly
()well, my lips is bleeding. some dude elbowed me during the game. it doesn't hurt a bit but it's red, swollen and bleeding. i love the taste of blood.
i'm not gonna write anything. myn wee wrote something for me last night. well, adios...
UGLY
ugly is a state of mind. why do we perceive certain things as ugly, others as not? were our minds conditioned into categorizing things into ugly and not?or is it a natural instinct, an inborn intuition no one can explain? when we look at a toad, we think, "eew, that's one of the ugliest things alive". does it cross our minds that maybe, somewhere deep in the primitive mind of the toad, it is looking at us unblinkingly and thinking, "god, that must be the ugliest thing i've ever seen"? do wethen take it as an insult? what if one morning we woke up and everything that was once beautiful became ugly, and vice versa. would the Moonlight Sonata cause babies to cringe and wail? would Mona Lisa be the ugliest woman ever painted? would Shakespeare's works be deemed utter rubbish? and would love at first sight only occur when toads were around? but then again, at that time there would be other "beautiful" (-once "ugly") things around. it's a weird way the human mind sees things, it's wonderful how we adapt. so if you are able to look beyond "ugly", you will find that "ugly" does not exist. it is merely a form of beauty we cannot accept. in other words, everything in this world is BEAUTIFUL.
myn wee, 2004
Losing Sleep, Busy, Dead Nigga', Pussy Rappers...
(Tuesday, September 07, 2004)i'm gonna make this short, internet eaten up my previous entry. fuck it gazillion times...
i fell asleep at 10 plus last night. i passed out while reading some horror novel. yes, you didn't get me wrong, horror novel. i am THAT GOOD. then i woke up because it was bright and i hop out of my bed thinking i was late for work. the good news is, it's still early. the bad news is, it's bright cause i left my reading light on. the ugly news is, it's just 3 fucking a.m in the morning. yeah, i thought it's at least 6 so i came online to catch up on some blogs. then i saw the clock. since i fucking leapt out of the bed and got all excited and shit, i didn't really manage to get back to sleep again. fucking great...what i learn from this, don't read no horror novel when you're sleepy. gonna fuck up your body clock!
then when i reached office today, things got a little rough. yeah, a busy day at the office, normally my work will only keep me busy till 10.30 and i can take my time to do the work with my own sweet time. however, today was just hectic, people fucking calling from everywhere. i fucking called people from everywhere, i can't find the documents i filed yesterday, phones kept on shouting like it got raped in the ass last night. to make matters worst, the fucking broadband is fucking down. i spent an amount of time trying to recover it but, as predicted, it didn't fucking work. i kind of liked how busy i got this morning. makes me feel alive and fresh again...then again, fuck the streamyx people for fucking up my broadband today.
i did type about how good 2pac was, what a wuss/pussy P. Diddy is, how untalented Lloyd Banks can be and how depressing the rap industry has turned into but i don't really want to go through that shit again. all i want to say is, listen to 2pac's tracks from All Eyes on Me album and you'll get what i mean. by the way, 2pac's death anniversary is somewhere on the middle of September...
LiEw
Carnage
(Monday, September 06, 2004)there has been a carnage in Beslan, Russia, never seen before by human. man killing innocent children. what has humanity has turned into? where is element that makes us all human gone? there's never a reason good enough to kill children. even if it means fighting for a reason that you believe so badly in. honour of men is slowly fading. no war should ever be faught this way. the cause of this genocide can never be aided in years to come. i hope the souls of this calamity rest in peace and no person should ever be tormented this way anymore.
may their soul forever rest in peace forever
Lee Yook, Liew
saturday night at TGI Friday's
(Sunday, September 05, 2004)music of the moment blur - Good Song
currently feeling - full, please don't ask me to eat anymore
i woke up at 7 after and i think alcohol pumps up my adrenaline level. hell, i only sleep like 5 hours and i wake up feeling great, can't wait to get to work and can't stop working. i have never been happier being so busy before. then i was tired at noon but i can't sleep on the afternoon cause my body wants to do something. i think there was once i drank till 5 and got up at 7 and started studying for test till 2 in the morning and never felt better (just in case you wanna know, i flunked the test)...yeah, what the fuckkkk? i kinda liked it that way.
for the first time ever since i got my driving license, i DON'T have a car to drive. pathetic isn't it? colleague took my car and i didn't have any car since last wednesday. i'm not really bothered about that. there's always public transport, aye? and i can drink and NOT drivee...how good is that?
my parents was going to summit for dinner and they gave me a ride there. i don't have to take public transport! ahaha. then myn wee picked me up from summit and drove me to subang parade's friday's for dinner. yes, i am leeching on their ride cause i don't have anyyyyy...the dinner was pleasent but i would say that friday's food was not at it's best last night...
while i was happily talking to myn wee, John called! (he's ma' second ride. suppose to drive me home after my meal. i'm not a leech. i don't have a ride) he came over and we left. we went for satay, soccer, weekly update, chicks, lotsa cigarettes (he did, i only had 2nd hand smoke), tic tacs (right after dinner) with the entire ireland and cyprus football team at hartamas. the goals on the first half of that game is pretty awesome. most disapointing, a fight didn't start. i was kind hoping for one...
manage to get home safely with john's ride after cruising about 160kmh at the highway, (supposedly i think he was racing with some kancil who was tailgating him) and i got to bed before 12. i know, it's a saturday but i was tired as hell.
cheers!
LiEw
blogging and high
(Saturday, September 04, 2004)went out for some drinking session with andrew. have you got any idea how much effort it takes to type when you're pretty fucking high? it's like you know what you're doing but you need to do everything with extra care and effort. i'm gonna read this shit tomorrow and wonder how drunk i got last night. holy hell, this is just bloody funny. i haven't been this high since last year. i hope this feeling maintains throughout the year...for your infomation, i am not a fucking alcoholic. i just love to drink a lot and stay HIGH for the rest of my life...ekkekee. holy shit, i hope this is funny, otherwise, i'm gonna feel so fucking bad tomorrow. how the fuck did i log into the blog site anyways?
LiEw, xxx
sick
(Thursday, September 02, 2004)woke up as usual today. check out my downloads before i can barely open my eyes. then i took my usual morning piss, did some routine shower and brushing and everything is just like another day. then i went to my mom's room. take a good look around before i make my move as usual. another day same day. wait, then i saw my dad still sleeping. then i took glance and it was my mom. i've never seen my mom still in the bed after i'm up since i left for uni 4 years back. or more than that i can't recall. mom's still sleeping? looking very weak and tired, she told me she's having diarrhea. my mom is a person who doesn't rest till she finishes her job. my dad went out to get breakfast for her and i felt so helpless looking at mom, incapable of helping her at all. manged to sit there, looking at my mom, till my dad comes back about 10 minutes later.
feel guilty that i took for granted that i'm gonna see my mom busy as hell early in the morning doing household chores, fixing breakfast for everyone, playing with my cat...what makes me feel worst is that she's not as young as she is anymore. i hope i can see my mom like one of the usual her tomorrow morning. sometimes, having the same routine over and over again can be good.
LiEw
trance/jazz?
(Wednesday, September 01, 2004)i was happily listening to some jazzy shit then *click *click *click. i linked myself into some Dj Tommy and Bass Agents' site. [*bom *bom *bom]...now i can't make up my mind whether i should continue with the jazz shit or with some trance stuff. fuck it, whole jazz mood's gone. i'm just listen to coldplay then...
anyways, today is the first of September. if by any chance i can get my transcript by this week, i can start studying in no time. still waiting for Hwa to get me my transcript. fuck, i hate waiting for shit to happen.
nothing much's happening lately.
LiEw
