"i plead temporary insanity"
(Saturday, October 30, 2004)met up with stephanie last night to do some catching up. she's one of my close malacca friends. (i have tonnes of malacca homies, i didn't know till last night) i have a lot of friends but only a few has seen behaving like a total idiot. i always manage to keep some sanity in me no matter how drunk or how high i get but everytime steph and i meet up, she or i tend to lose whatever rationalisme we have.
first time i met steph, i was at a house party with free flowing booze. i managed to knock myself out after saying hi and she had to drag me back to my apartment cause i told her to. i never got that wasted before. when i saw her the next morning, i was having a bad hangover and i could hardly remember what we spoke about till now.
then the other time i met her, we were playing chor tai tee in starbucks of midvalley and i kinda won a game, soon after, i got up from my seat and started yelling, 'wooooo hoooooo yes, yes, yes muthafucka, you guys are fucking loserSSS!'. where was my rationalisme? well, that's one of those things i regret ever doing. i couldn't believe i lost my sanity. i blame the stupid fade tiny voices in my head. period.
then we went to tioman and it was some fucking weird shit we did there. not eroctic type weird shit, dammit! kinda promised not to mention anything to anyone after that trip. at one point, she was chasing me with a broom. some particulars of the trip is here.
so we went to midvalley again, but no starbucks. the embarassing shit is i did there is fucking traumatising. fuck that. so we went to aunt anne's (i think that the name) for dinner. nice and quiet place to talk and smoke. well, at first it looks like it's a normal dinner for a change. oh, i was wrong, fucking wrong!!!...daphne (another malacca friend) crashed for dinner with cyril, her sister and mark who's visiting from uk. of all places, daph has to teach mark how to say ma-cau-hai, cipet, cibai, sohai and all sorts of local cuss word. out loud. in the public. well, it's always fun to see a caucasian cussing in brit accent but everyone else in that restaurant thinks it's bloody annoying. then when everyone was looking daph was going like 'shame on you mark, shame on you!!!'. is was slighty better than the starbucks episode, rightttt?
i'm gonna see steph and daph (see their name rhymes...) again if i'm going to zouk tonight. i'm gonna remain sober at all times and not let the tiny voices in my head rule. look at the bright side, if i lose it, they'll send me back home...
reality, anyone?
(Thursday, October 28, 2004)i think god is punishing me for sins i have committed. at least once or twice a week i lose sleep because of some gibberish. babies crying, people-who-think-they're-my-friends call me just to know that they dialled the wrong number, insects.
of all the places in the world, the stupid fucking goddamn mosquito had to fly into my ear last night. pardon me if i'm wrong but i think that bastard got a little bored of sucking blood, got imaginative, had sudden brainstorm and thought, 'i wonder how it's like to go into someone's ear?'. as a result of the dumbitch bloodsucker's boredom/silly creativity, muthafucka's dead and cost me half a night's sleep, and also a not-feeling-so-well ear.
managed to sleep for about 4 hours and i had to drive to penang. when my phone's alarm rang this morning, i swore i wanna throw that noisy bastard into the toilet and flush it. i got some sense into me and didn't. the thought still lingers in my head now...nah, i'm too broke to get rid of it yet...
my brainwaves was clogged with semi-natural instinct to get back to bed, and as though every responses has to go through a thick blurry membrane before it reaches it's destination. as complicated as it could get, yet there's always another combination for more. random pseudo-reality kept on occuring in my head seems like lousy hopeless school band playing bad tunes and it amplifies by seconds. as fucked up as it got, i managed to drive till ipoh before i noticed that my supervisor was asleep and snoring soundly. pissed me off so badly, i jammed the brake hard and woke him up so that he can grab the drive. YES!!! then he started driving like one crazy sonnawabitch. well, i'd be damned if i care cause my brain's dead as soon after i let go of the steering.
what was supposed to be a 2-day trip had to be compressed into a day, meaning i didn't see any of my penang friends and i can say good'fuckin'bye to whatever food scribbled in my thousand miles long list of fancy food. pfah, at least i get to sleep at home tonight. i look like i hadn't sleep for weeks maybe months or have been constantly punched at eye for days. i'm hopeless when i don't sleep enough...
voyage up-north
(Wednesday, October 27, 2004)
travelling up north to Penang tomorrow. life's a bitch.
they won.
(Monday, October 25, 2004)manchester united won. 2 goals to nil in a home match against arsenal. arsenal's 49 match unbeaten record has just been cancelled.
i'm gonna wear my same lucky red underwear for the next 2 weeks.
sue me.
broken
(Sunday, October 24, 2004)music of the moment: seether feat amylee - broken
against all my will to sleep till 12 today, i only managed to do 8. when i regained little consciousness, i felt my world is spinning 360 degrees. the feeling was soon shadowed by blooming dehydration and an ampliflying pain on my fingers. yes, i finally recalled i went for yet another session of basketball brawl yesterday. outcome of the game, not 1 but 2 twisted fingers. on my left hand. the hand i write with. same had i used to hold my spoon or chopstick with. 2 twisted fingers and i didn't feel a thing during the game. only a slight twitch. i'm so proud with myself. i think i rock.
why not basketball game? essentially, basketball is just a game for people who hungers for bloody body contact and regularly thrusting the opponents when you're given chance to and use the name of sport as trojan horse. victory is vital. mistakes are unforgivable. i'm an accident prone freak. there, the last piece of the puzzle. go figure.
why do i play basketball still when i know chances of me suffering from an injury rockets everyone else's by statistics? because pain makes me feel a little alive. i'm not your average self-mutilation type of guy and i don't enjoy being constantly hurt but i enjoy being in the game. the aftermath of the game i am willing to take. injury is just a part of the game. by the way, i twisted someone else's fingers as well. having a gained an injury reminds me that i'm not in the eat-work-screwed-by-boss-eat-sleep-work routine. isn't that worth the misery?
conclusion: basketball players are bastards
Dave's
(Saturday, October 23, 2004)Zoe finished her exams and i managed to convince her to get a piercing. she liked the idea and i love the misery she would get after that (too bad it's only on the ear...) spending 6 bucks to see your friend in despair is an offer not to be refused, worth every single cent) seriously, what can 6 bucks do to make you happier? can't even buy a shot of liquor. so we went to 'dragonfly' and the private room was occupied by an indian lady that was being tattoo so zoe had to do the piercing at the entrance of the shop. coincidently, a bunch of mid-aged malays were passing by and they stopped and looked. well, they didn't just stop and look, gave lots of comments too like 'that's gonna hurttttt', 'eh, don't look at her, she's scared'. well as much as they said they were gonna leave, they didn't, kept looking through the whole process and one of them said malay prayers like 'bismillah...' when the girl did the piercing. well, they are only curious people with good intention. they're like the additional package i got for the 6 bucks i pay. people to make zoe panic before they pierce her...
then after that, we went to dave's for dinner. lots of compliment for the pasta. well, Joyce is right, it's one of the best pasta you can ever have in kl. however, being in the mood for something new, i braved myself to try rib eye steak. they have a really nice triangular plate for the steak. i've never seen one of those before. i must say looking at your food on that place is, INTERESTING. haha.
yawnnnn
(Friday, October 22, 2004)[10pm] this is unusual. i felt like i've ran a 25km marathon after i ran out of boom boom boom musics, my muscles are sore, my eyes are losing focus and i had to hustle my way through the first page of my novel. armed with my semi-open eyes and partly sleeping/dead brain, i decided to stop reading after the 2nd page. i seriously doubt i could remember anything i read if i continue. hell, i don't think i remember anything i read at all. darn those novel with letters tinier than bacteria. yawnnnnn
[1am] i regained a little consciousness, checked my mail, check my messages, pissed then went back to dreamland. i woke up cause i heard a pathetic song playing on my playlist. who the fuck downloaded this song? i've never even seen it before.
[5am] i woke up again, feeling a little great for the first time since i woke up yesterday. hell, it's only 5 something in the morning. fuck, i can't fucking get up and read. it's too early, and it's still dark. it's still dark!!! i wonder if some monster is looking at me. did the monster downloaded the mp3?
[6am] dad woke me up. he said something about driving him to some place yesterday. lifted myself up from the bed and looked at my reflection mirror, why the fuck the is my eye bag more visible than yesterday? maybe i've slept to much. darn. another day...
music of the moment: telepopmusik - breath
it's one of those darn days...
(Thursday, October 21, 2004)i didn't get enough sleep last night. spent most of the time thinking about pisang (bananas). only managed to fall alseep about 3 something in the morning and i had work get up at 7.30 muthafuckin am instead of the usual 8.00 am. phone didn't stop screaming till 5 minutes ago. ain't that a shit? here are some major factors on why i didn't pass out and drool a pool of sliver...
- Bone Thugs & Harmony
- 2pac
- Eminem, d12, 50 cents, G-unit
- Dr. Dre
- Snoop Dogg
outkast- tiesto, PVD, darude
- a perfect circle
highlight of the day - 2pac - trading war stories, bone thugs & harmony feat pac' - thug love, d12 - rap game
'I'm reminissin and catchin flashbacks when niggas Ran up in my house and I was too young to try to blast back.What happend then, no one would tell me since I was 3.Heard they got to my peoples...'
Here kittie kittie kittyyyyy
(Wednesday, October 20, 2004)photo of my pussy. (due to popular demand)
Lame weekend
(Sunday, October 17, 2004)yesterday was one of those lame weekends where you just want to stay home and do nothing. isobel calls it solitary weekend, i call it a lame one. well, i managed to catch up with yin ping and su shia for dinner so it's not really solitary. it's been months (maybe years) since i went to a food court and stayed for longer than an hour. i spent about 2 and a half hours there talking to them. at times, it feels great to meet up with your childhood friends and update each other about everything. it's a feel good dinner even though the food was like you-can-shove-it-up-your-own-ass-mr. hawker type. amazingly bad and tasteless.
by 10.30, i was already halfway home. called everyone for post dinner plans but my homies are either working, studying for the coming tests, doing their assignments or out of town. no one was out partying, no one was out for supper, where the fuck is everyone? holy fuck!
left me no option but to go home and read. i'm reading Stephen King's Salem's Lot. i was so into the book i freaked out when i got a call about 12. the eerie sound from the phone laying on the table when it fucking vibrates made me fucking jump and it fucking scared the big fucking shit outta me, i almost feel down from my fucking bed. i think i was pale, green and fucking shaking and SHITLESS when i answered my phone. it was from this chick who talks in warp-speed, PeNNy (well done, dear). being frightened badly, i couldn't even figure out who she was and i didn't really know what she was talking about...then she asked me some shit girl kissing girl and hung up. (i know i'm obsessed with lesbos and threesome/orgy but i don't think i was halucinating. well at least i was sober so i guess i heard her right)...i scratched my head a little then went back to reading and fell asleep while reading. then i woke up about 3 and i spoke to PeNNy a little but i have little memory/re-collection of what i said. (i'm so fuckeddddd)
then i met up with my former-housemate, Ee Kang this morning cause he's back in kl. never felt better taking to people whom you've shared a fair amount of history with. i lived with him for 4 whole fucking years.
then i went to watched Exorcist: The Beginning alone since everyone i know was too chicken shit to watch it...it's not really scary after all, not the type that would give you sleepless nights or doubt when you need the loo at night...
guess that's my weekend. spent most of the time catching up with people from my past and my novel. i wonder if anyone was partied last night?
Jack shit
(Saturday, October 16, 2004)i'm gonna just type in form of keywords today. bloody lazy to use my head. i'm a lazy bastard. you guys can make out story whatever way you think will make you happier.
Paragraph 1
yeah! - in home now - half day off - listening to post drunk tracks - reading novel till late last night - king great writer
Paragraph 2
am going to meet some old friends - dinner in PJ - slot is empty afterwards - go ampang take picture? - need some new material - fuck - fuck - fuck - shower - late - dinner.
Paragraph 3
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the end
dining alone part 2.
(Tuesday, October 12, 2004)the 1000th reader came to my site today since the counter was installed. thank you everyone who's been reading whatever i've published. party's coming after the 10000th hit.
ok, i'm dining alone again tonight. my bro's out for the night, something about his friend coming from penang. he knows i hate eating alone so he asked me along, and i figured i don't really need the company. tonight's different from yesterday. it's raining for heaven's sake. weather's beyond what i expected, chilly and wet. what else can a man like me ask for?
this is what i normally do on rainy days when i'm alone...
go the the nearest place with delicious tom yam. can't really explain the feeling when the sour-spicy tom yam flows from your mouth to your stomach. the radiating heat that it brings when flowing slowly down the digestion system is just a complete combination with the cold weather. simply fascinating. i don't know any good tom yam in kl so i guess i can just fuck the plan.
or i can,
get my lazy fat ass to get some hot porridge. same effect, different feeling. the key is to bring heat slowly into the system and let warmth perform miracles. yet again, the best porridge i know is either in town-centre (oh, thought of going to town on rainy days already makes me shiver), penang or seremban. guess that's not an option anymore. fuck! what the fuck does a dude have to do to get some warmth?
or,
go to the nearest starbucks/coffee bean for hot choco latte...with my novel. nothing would go wrong. but, yet again, i'm too fucking lazy to move...
maybe i can,
open a bottle of wine, sit down, laze around and listen to jazz/acoustic music? hmmm, i have jazz/acoustic music, i have wine, ahhhh, just lovely. god bless Geak Wee for the wine opener (and the wine) she gave me before she left for australia. she knew there would be dire moments where alcohol would come in handy for me when she's not around.
song(s)of the moment:-
- toploader - dancing in the moonlight
- verve pipe - freshmen (my all time favorite song when i drink)
- live - turn my head
i wish it would never happen
(Monday, October 11, 2004)the thing is, i really hate to eat alone. i guess everyone is. my brother is still on his way back from penang and my parents are all the way in myanmar. i seriously think that eating alone is pathetic cause there's nobody around to listen to your bitchin', complains, not-really-funny-jokes, lame comments about your other friends and all those shit. i mean the only time i really talk to anyone is when i'm grabbing a bite, and a company makes it a little merrier. despite having mouth full of food, contagious disease might spread from miscule particles of your sliver or whatever you had might come out from your nose when you choke. when your mouth is full (no, so far i haven't choked yet), i most certainly love talk too at the same time. don't get me wrong, i'm not really the type of person that feels lonely in the middle of the night and needs company wherever i go. i simply like to be alone most of the time but eating alone, NO. big fucking NO.
so i HAD to eat alone. i could drive to someone's house and crash dinner but i was too fucking lazy to give a fucking shit. come on, pathetic feeling versus tiring journey, tiring journey is sucky'er'. fuck companion. coincidently, there was a pasar malam (night market) near my home so i just went there and bought some food back from. to ensure patheticism doesn't rule, i went all out on food. bought back nasi campur, and a fried puyuh. (what do you call puyuh in english?) i'm a happy person how. fuck eating with friends if you have fried puyuh
LiEw
what happened?
(Sunday, October 10, 2004)when i wake up this morning,
- i had the luxury of a comfortable bed. hmmph, just nice. holy hell, i'm on my bed in my room. how the fuck did that happen? wasn't i at beach club last night? how did i managed to get home? last thing i remember i was dancing. hmmm, i wonder...hahaha, joking! remembered going home for god's sake. is - if you're reading this, stop worrying (if you are...) haha ;)
- i had a mild hangover. felt like crap cause it's only 9 in the morning. can't i sleep more?
- i needed to use the toilet badly.
- my body aches
- there was a bruise on my left hand. i don't recall being elbowed or anything. did someone molest me last night? girls girls, tsk tsk tsk...you only need to ask!
- my leg still hurts. i DID really sprained myself.
- my stomach is hungry but when i look at food, i don't wanna have any.
- i was really stupid to think that i smoke away the alcohol scent. now i smell like a bloody ashtray and i don't like it. i've been washing like a million times and my hands stink. the cigarette scent is hard to get rid of...
- looked at the photos i took last night. it looked pretty bad
- knew that i can't recognise anyone from last night and i can't remember any names. other than ted, dan, zoe...eh, that's it. geezzzz
- i need to have an apple
saturday (sunday) night out...
()all thanks to isobel and dan, i just got back from the beach club. no, i didn't managed to get to the rave in regenerate but i had a great time in beach club last night.
ok, beach club, first look, lots of uncle, lots of auntie, reminds me a lot of welfare home for the elder. most of the people i saw there is at least twice older than me. now, that's like motherfucking OLD...however, dan and his collegemates manage to make my night. it was fun, i had lots of drinks, i danced a little, i drank some more, i dance a little, then i stopped drinking cause i had one to many shots. it was just nice, i'm still a little high, still a little drunk but sober enough to drive and not talk nonsense. yet. i hope i don't get any hangovers tomorrow.
everything started about 11+ when isobel and i went reached the beach club. dan and his homies were there, got everything ready and we just have to walk in and partayyyy. well, i went to meet wendy cause it's her birthday and went to back to people i went in with. gosh, those people have the stamina to dance, non-stop for as long as we were there, especially isobel. lots of respect for isobel...at first, it was pretty awkward but they were really nice and friendly, i never felt let out for single second.
drinks kept on filling the glasses, some dude i can't remember his face just kept pouring on and on and on, i never remembered myself so bloody high since i learnt how to count and spell. then the dude went missing. i guess he was drunk...haha, from 25 person or more who went in, only 11 managed to survive the 5-hour liqour brawl and out of the 11, 5/6 of us is pretty fucking drunk.
i was gonna publish drunk photos of dan but i guess it's just not right to do so. right? well, if you really want to see dan drunk, tell me, nothing's impossible.
once again, thanks a million to everyone who make my night especially, dan and isobel. you guys are the bomb.
oh ,yeah, i didn't touch anybody's ass last night. it wasn't me!
LiEw
p/s (1) - i didn't go to regenerate. why? well, someone saved me. eh? thanks a lot to that particular someone. sepang is quite a drive from my place.
p/s (2) - i'll try to post the image tomorrow after i wake up tomorrow, i'm going to read a little before i pass out.
this is what i normally do.
(Saturday, October 09, 2004)saturday - dinner with parents in vietnam kitchen.
this darling here is called a prawn roll. it taste as good as it look like. i thought vietnam food is really spicy but it's not. lots of vegetable in it so i suggest this for those who wants to loose weight.
sunday - went to look at my dream apartment which i am too poor to buy...
well, looking at the photos is good enough right? i was arrested short after cause i accidentally zoomed in to someone's bath. my camera zoomed itself. i didn't do anything! you really have to believe me.
sunday - jon was late for the appointment so i had to walk around the football field near zoe's place. it's was getting dark and the people are still playing football. the main idea was to snap a photo of people playing football but it turned out to be too dark. just look at the scenery for fuck's sake.
sunday - went for dinner in ampang with jon and zoe. then we went to haagen dazs for crap talk and ice-cream. we only had drink though...
thursday - was supposed to meet zoe for dinner in some vegetarian restaurant in USJ summit. as usual, she was late again. i was craving for cakes so i went to starbucks for a quickie. turned out the cake was horrible. it was like so rubber'ish' and plasticky. you had to wrestle the fork to get the piece from the slice. the taste - erm, not good. sorry starbucks but the cake was pathetic. ewww.
then zoe called and i went for some real food. vegetarian noddle. it turn out to be pretty ok. better than average. as usual, i only remembered i bought a camera after i maimed poor-o'-noodle. so, just look at the bloody dessert and pray that i remember next time. pfthhhhh...
an apple a day...
()keeps the doctor away. what if your dad is a doctor? period.
which one is worst, to see a pest on your apple after your first bite, or to see half of the pest (of less) after your first bite?
i ate an apple today and unfortunately, i bit something more than apple on the first bite. i didn't know till i looked at the apple again and saw whatever remaining parts of the bloody pest. gosh, it bloody taste like apple. i didn't vomit though, it's protein. we need protein to build cells. ok, i think the bloody worm i has make-people-stupid toxic in them. brrrr, i need to have more bak kut teh to help me digest em' little bastard. i think i can cut it for a fear factor star player. unless they need me to eat durian, ewwww, that's so bloody tasty, i can't make out a digusted face.
LiEw
Plague Aftermath
(Thursday, October 07, 2004)i got sick yesterday. not really really sick but my stomach wasn't feeling alright. i was bloating. indigestion. spent my whole night trying to get some shut eyes but it felt so uncomfortable, whatever rubbish that was in my stomach wasn't going up or going down. simply appalling. then i got up and tried vomitting out. nothing happened. i kept staring that the toilet bowl, like it's the love of my life, attempted to vomit but nothing came out. my mom woke me up after i managed to sleep at 6 to drive them to the airport.
i slept like a pig for the whole day. called zoe in between, she was saying i was faking it. that's what best friends are for you see. they tell the truth. then something interesting happened at night, i met G online
G: how are you?
LiEw: sick! some indigestion shit...
G: you want feng tau music?
LiEw: do i look like i want feng tau music? hell yeah!!!
sometimes, i think my friends don't really like me... -_-
i'm not really the person eligible for indigestion. some people say i have a cow's digestion system when they see me eat. at one point, two of my friends saw my gulp down 24 slices of pizza for lunch (don't give me that look. john took 26 slices). normally, i just eat more than what an average person does. like i can eat at 7, 10, 12, 2, 4, 8, 11, 3 like that feeling neither full or bad. last night was really something...
what really troubled me was i didn't eat a lot last night. i ate normaly food at normal rate. maybe i'm just getting old.
LiEw
shut up if you don't know what to say, or if you do!
(Tuesday, October 05, 2004)scenario 1
myn wee: LiEw, i did badly for my math test today. really really bad, yadda yadda yadda...
LiEw: bad as in?
myn wee: (she said something but i forgot what, something about doing really really bad)
LiEw: holy fuckin shit. god dammit, you should have done better right? fucking hell, you know if you don't do better, the only shit you'll be getting is jack shit...what the fuck is fucking wrong with you, this is just motherfucking great. what the fuck weiiii...
myn wee: -_-
yes, that's what i really said to her. she got pissed at me for 12 hours or so after that. i just said what i really meant.
scenario 2 (i have to disclose the name)
xxx: something's wrong with my prject
LiEw: is it a big deal?
xxx: if this goes on, i might have to repeat the class next semester
LiEw: oh my god, you're so fucked. anything i can do to help? you're in deep shit now, aye? oh, fuck. you better study hard or your parents gonna fucking bury your ass 6 feet under...
that's me. i can't say what i don't think is right. bloody honest plus straight to the point, and apparently, honesty doesn't work with everyone. to me, it's not right to say what you don't think is right. the cusses are normal, they're used to it. some people say they want to have REAL friends, they want to know what you're really thinking. what if that's what the other party really tell you? doesn't sound too good anymore isn't it? it easily pisses off everyone withot fail. as a result, i have to learn to re-construct my sentences and undereact a little. it's not for everyone.
i know there's a freedom for speech but people actually wants to hear good things. comfortable words they call it. probably true. if you're in a not-so-good situation, you need people to support you, telling you everything's gonna be alright, chill, and lame pillow-wrapped words and sentences. we're all cowards. that's the way the world goes, and i have to learn how starting from this minute onwards.
From movie A Few Good Men
(Col. Jessup): You want answers?
(Kaffee): I think I'm entitled.
(Col. Jessup): You want answers?
(Kaffee): I want the truth!
(Col. Jessup): You can't handle the truth
i must agree with Col. Jessup (Jack Nicholson) in a way. it's what i refer to as courtesy. not a lie.
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har har mothafuckin har
(Sunday, October 03, 2004)
//pretend this is not really here//
//click on the image for proof.//
i'm rated no.4 for the keyword underfucked and no.14 for liewxxx in msn search. i'm so impressed.
this is odd. there's a user that came to my site looking for 'underfucked 40 years old' in msn. that's fucking sick. first of all, looking for nude 40 years old women is pretty fucking disturbing. then he/she had to look for a underfucked 40 year old. what the hell for? there's dozens of sexy underfucked 18 years old blonde/brunette/redhead/asian nudes lying around everywhere and this homie had to look for underfucked 40 years old. what the fuck? o_O
now, i'll probably say this person has a exotic taste. must be a little disappointed when he saw photos of some lame photos of food and nonsense instead of hot mamas. fuiyooo, all i can say to this brother is you've got all my RESPECT and thanks a lot for coming to my site. wonder why he didn't dropped a comment...
i'm a very reasonable man, if you'll want to look at sexy hot mama's photo, let me know. i see what i can do to satisfy your, erm, extraordinary need. i know deep inside y'all bastards y'all like older women...innit?
LiEw
All About Me
(Friday, October 01, 2004)this is a blog all about me. i'm gonna try and answer some questions about me and the blog that has been wandering in your mind. (this is if you ever come back to this site and read my shit!!!) well, i assume you people might wanna know...
my name is LiEw. please check the case, it's LiEw, not liew or whatever. yes i do have a last chinese name and it's Lee-yook. many people that knows me for more than a year got no idea what my last name is. some says it sounds like a girl's name, you think so?
many people has asked me if the guy in the photo on the right hand side is me. the answer is yes. it was inspired out of boredom, a digital camera, creed song and a designer. in some unexplained ways, G changed the colour for me a little and i've been using this photo till now. yes, i love the photo a lot.
i love music. c'mon, think, other than your parents or grandparents, do you know anyone that hates music? i doubt that. so i think music is not really a passion. it's a part of us. my passion in music is in acoustic songs, gangtas rap and rock. i don't mind listening to jazz too.
i can't really take alcohol. used to drink so much, i fucked up my liver. at the same time, i get drunk easily. (cheap drunk) so i can only drink a maximum of 2 shots of drinks per night. beer is welcomed but i don't want to look like an uncle before 40. i ADOREEEEE, Jack Daniels, my best friend.
i care about what others say about me. i'm curious about things that other people see. generally, if i have the chance, i want see things from everybody's point of view. not that i really give a fuck what they want. i just want to know what they really think.
i like to cuss. i can never finish a conversation with a mutual friend without saying fuck. fuck is a part of my conversation, you know, like sometimes you say 'very big' and i say 'fucking bigggg' or "gi'muthafucking'gatic". you can't really speak in english or hokkien without cursing, i think.
i did a lot of stupids things before. like showing my ass to my apartment guard cause he claims we were noisy, jumping from a flight of stairs cause i thought i was drunk, taking my iswara 1.3 at 170 kmph. that's all i can remember. so i guess i have not really done any stupid things after all...
i am an accident magnet. all the bad shit have to happen to me. i can easily injure myself while i'm doing nothing. i have had 4 major car accidents in less than 2 years. anyone can top that?
i think Sammy Vellu is a big fat ugly balding bitch. muthafuck that sonnawaslut
i'll go the distance and do whatever i can to get some food to satisfy my taste bud. however, i can eat anything, even if it taste like fuck. which makes me wonder, how does fuck taste like?
if there's anything else that about myself that you're still curious about, ask me. i'll try to answer it. TRY. not i WILL.
Dim Sum?
()John took me and yoke leng for dim sum yesterday night. yup, now dim sum is available for night creatures like you and me. it turned out way better than what i expected. they don't really serve the old-school dim sum but more to a new school variety.
i only managed to snap photos after i finished everything. if the plate is empty, then perhaps the food is pretty alright.
after that, we went to putrajaya hospital cause john needs to deliver some equipments for an event the day after. it was such a long and dreadful journey as all of us was tired as hell and sleepy. not to mention the traffic jam in puchong.
after john did what he wanted to do in Putrajaya Hospital, i took them to precinct 2 and showed them the bridge precinct bridge and the ministry of finance (MoF). it sure as hell looks like i was in some other country or something like that. nice, quiet and gigatic are some of the words i could use to describe the place. i didn't manage to take any photos cause i was so tired, i could barely move my eyes. so i just sat in the car doing and be amazed by how lovely the place is at night. used to work there on daytime for a week or so but i didn't really bothered about how nice the place was until i lay my eyes there again last night. never been prouder to be a Malaysian. (we have nice laksa, pak cham kai, bak kut teh and dim sum)
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