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29th IDC at SABS

2008-06-03T11:16:00.000-07:00

...We Inspire...

*ultos, dooswaland, rednaval, rewolfnus, syadi, moncanni, dailnendo, minejas*

This tagline here is what we all relate to Incovar. Well, i just recently came back from the 29th INCOVAR (INter COllege and VARsity) camp, or better known as the IDC. This time round, the camp was held at the Shah Alam Buddhist Society temple.

At the very beginning, before my sister even signed me up for the camp, Incovar was just another word combined from a whole set of other words and it didn't mean a thing to me. Then she had me signed up and so i was set to go for this Incovar camp which i have only heard stories of from my sister.

So, Incovar was a week away and i had forgotten all about it. But thats alright, my comitee sister could always remind me right? aint that simple. I had the whole week scheduled for a whole long list of college work. I had a finance presentation on that weeks friday, a Grapevine event on Saturday, and an assignment to finish before the end of the week. Just three events you might ask? three's a lot for one week.

So alright, i had the presentation brought forward, found a proxy for me at the Grapevine thingy and i had my team mates start work on the assignment so all i gotta do is prepeare a writeup. And on Wednesday, after an interview with one of the restaurants and a last minute Gvine meeting, I head of towards Shah Alam with my wonderful sister.

Okay, so we reach there and met a couple guys at first, didn't really get to know them yet, but they were friendly. And so i read a book and listened to tunes the rest of the night. Oh yeah, that and also some grunt work.

So first day of camp was a little off. We were split off into two types of groupings. One would be used for during workshops and group work or duty...(Reeeeeeewolfnus!!!) The other group was dubbed the "Buddy" system where we were each given a random friendship bracelet which would have another match with one or two people. And mine was paired off with my two buddies, Chin Yeong and Kirky.

*Chin Yeong, Me and Kirksman*

*Friendship Bracelets*

So all right, my dear wonderful sister managed to piss off a couple guys within the first two hours of activities with her taskmastering. Also, to makes things oh so dandy, we were given a very unique lunch - boiled veges, raw veges, boiled potatos, and all without salt pepper or even so sauce. Rabbit food it was called. And i'd eat every single bit all over again, just to see Kirk's gagging face. *evil smile*

*Rabbit Food*

As if lunch wasn't bad enough, the activity afterwards involvd walking around, tied to a team mate and blindfolded, walking around looking for cards. whoopie!! the punishment, duck walking. well...the winners side got the punishment (talk about reversed) and i was on the losers side...yay?

*Rewulfnus, after getting 5th place from the workshop. Good thing loosers get to watch the winners do the duck walk*

all of us ended up doing the duck walk, but oh well, i really don't mind, just so long i aint doing it alone. heh...

Well, that was pretty much the highlight of the day. They had us buddies feed each other for dinner, which was hillarious. All in all, the day was a pain and we were all pissed and tired as we didn't really get any rest. Well, at the end of the day we were told by the comitee, mys sis included, that they were faking being mean and evil to show us how perception works. So we went off to sleep that night being uber tired. Personally, i was relieved my sis wasn't taken over by aliens after all.

And, i found out that i was among the youngest there, being 19, there was only a couple girls who were 18. Everyone else was like.....older than me....??!!??!?!

*On the roof of SABS in the early morning*

Next day was a lot better. We were brought around the outer compound at 6.30 in the morning followed by a session on the roof. It was really nice to feel the early morning breeze and yet have the early morning light illuminate the surroundings. We were given an intro to the 29th IDC by the media team of Incovar.

Well, the workshop of the day was Freds house. All we had to do was get trough it. Altough the instructions were easy, what we didn't know about was all the obstacle courses. We had to collect 8 tickets from all the facilitators inside Freds "house" to complete the challenge lest we run the thing all over again.

*The part of Freds house where we got drenched*

*Post Fred's house trauma*

So the first station was a pair of guys who would wait for you to say please before giving you the ticket. Next station was walking trough several buckets of muck. Third station was going prone and crawling under rafia string whilst being splashed with ice cold water. Fourth station was a little wierd as all we had to do was pick between two ticket colors, one was right and the other wrong. Fifth station was humilitation station where we get tags put on us. Sixth station was bully-yourself station. Seventh station was ignore station. And the eighth station was one where they painted your face with all sorts of things. Thanks for the flower Jing Pei...lol

Our lunch was another "interesting" aspect of the program. We had our hands tied to each other before we could eat. I was tied to Chin Yeong and Kirk on each hand. And so we ate. And so did the portion of the table where Kirk was sitting. Diner was also another crazy thing, blindfolding us. Thank buddha that we weren't tied up and asked to feed each other as well. XP

*Kirk trying to eat while blindfolded*

Then after that we had one of the more spiritual events. The sight was beautiful and the ambiance made it all the more serene. It was a meditation at the shrine hall and we were given the opportunity to give our offerings towards the end of the session. Truely beautiful.

*Buddha statue at the shrine hall*

Alllllrighty then, Day three. We woke up and did a little morning excercise before we had morning chow. Then we went trough another workshop, where we were supposed to be hipocritical, and had it shown to us that we are hipocritical on a daily basis.

We also had a talk from Taylors own Uncle Vijaya. He was a great speaker, made us laugh and kept us in constant stitches. Oh, and we were singing a little too after that...

*group pic with Uncle Vijaya*

*ahum..uh....singing time?*

Then the next event right after dinner was the IXP, or the Incovar Experience. This is one of those events that really touches the heart, and sometimes does hit home. Hewl, i weeped, and i aint ashamed of it. Then we were all given certs and cd's and booklets to help with our enlightenment. We're a long way off, but at least we're facing the right direction.

*Last dinner, right before IXP*

Final Day. Well, all good things come to an end. They didn't make us eat in a wierd way this time. Only thing was that this was a Dana session where we would give our offering of food to three monks who graced us with their visit. We were eating as silently as possible, but it was kinda hard to do so.

*Giving Dana to the monks*

Towards the end we had a talk from Brother Oh, a very cheery man who told stories that would have your sides in stitches. Then towards the end, we had a little game where we blindfolded the comitee and interogated them. It was something that you wouldn't expect to find in a temple....ever....never ever.... But no doubt, it was fun....heheheh

*Bro Oh*

*group pic with Bro Oh*

So we took final pictures, changed contacts, and parted ways. I'm still surprised no one cried... I had heaps of fun, and rest assured, i'll be trying my best to attend the 30th IDC...30 anni should be really nice...big 3-0...heh...well fellow Incovarians, do keep in touch, Ya'll know where to add me in MSN, so see ya'll around!!

*Jing Yan!*

*Buddy Chin Yeong!*

*Jing Pei*

*Kirk?*

*Poh Yee and Wen Yi*

- Walking The Tides Of Change

Farewell!

2008-05-12T05:15:00.000-07:00

I read a post before, it was dubbed the monkey sphere, and its base logic was that it was normal human nature to be only able to take into constant concern of those immediately around us, namely family and close firends, those outside of the sphere do recieve concern, just not as constant.

Indirectly, what this blogger was trying to say was that we inevitably take our friends for granted, that they'll always be there when we look for them. The very first time i experienced this was in my first year of highschool where one of my friends suffered from leukemia, and he left us that same week. The feeling was ethereal. That was the very first time i took for granted that my buddy would be there when i turned to face where he sat.

The next time i took a buddy for granted was during highschool. It fel as if Daniel, Flo, Bev and Kevin would always be there when i turn to my right or when i turn to the back. I'd always think, "Ah, i'll see them tomorrow." everytime Danny asked for a group of us out to the movies.

Well, i spend a mass majority of my time wishing it was still to be now, just that the most likely way that'll happen is when i get back to KK for a vacation. Hell, we even tend to assume that our old friends on MSN will always nudge us first.

WELL!!!

Just last week our friend Cho left Malaysia to return to Korea, it was sudden, we found out only the day before his date of departure.

He loked solemn when we had the last drinks with him in SS2, but he was still making jokes and all, same old Cho. He was always that guy that made a comment that made us all laugh. He was cool in his own way.

Well, he's already been gone for almost a week, and he'll be doing NS in Korea starting this year end, and we wont see him for another 2 1/2 years. So Cho, here are some pictures, and may your rifle arm be strong!

12 things you should avoid on a first date

2008-05-03T12:32:00.001-07:00

Okay, i was reading Cracked.coma gain when i came by another comedy blog, and the first post i read just kept me laughing. It was too good to left un-shared, so i repost it here...

P.S. - If you're the type to get offended by offensive material, this is a disclaimer, do not attempt to read this particular post as it is slightly offensive.

Greetings, dear readers.
Below these words you will find a list of a dozen and one actions you would do well to not perform on a first date. Each item on the list is appended with a brief commentary explaining its inclusion thereon, and the effects its utilization imparts on the proceedings of dates in general.

Also included under each entry are two partly fictional example scenarios wherein the avoidance (Good), and non-avoidance (Bad), of the action is exhibited.

It is the author's dearest wish that these humble guidelines be taken to heart and used to their fullest extent. If they have managed to do so but a little, then their and my work is done.

Sincerely,The author, J.J. "Linux Fan" Nixon

Editor's note:
It has recently come to my attention that Linux Fan has never been on a traditional date. His comments are based on what he assumes a date might be like. Please take the following advice with that in mind.

1. Being Late

Arriving on time is, of course, a prerequisite to a successful date - perhaps the most important of them all. No lady will have much respect for a man who is unable to keep his appointments. Even five minutes of tardiness may prove to be devastating.

On the other hand, turning up early is also undesirable, as it indicates an unseemly eagerness and a lack of prior engagements, both of which are hallmarks of lesser men. Therefore, make sure that you arrive exactly on time (give or take a few seconds, of course).

Arrange your schedule so that nothing can possibly come in the way of this. Cancel all your previous meetings, tell any visitors that you might be entertaining to depart, force the taxi driver at gunpoint to adjust his speed according to your needs. Whatever it takes. And finally, remember the old adage: "My heart, it is not with a man who comes late, but a man that's on time is undoubtedly great."

Scenarios:

Bad:You (glancing at watch): "...F***!"...
You (arriving at meeting point to discover date is not there anymore): "...F***!"

Good:
Her: "Hi!"
You: "...Hello."
Her (opens mouth to speak): "-"
You: "So here I am, at the exact place we agreed we would meet. On time."
Her: "Yeah."
You: "Whereas you were two minutes and thirty-nine seconds late."
Her: "...Yeah."
You: "..."
Her: "..."
You: "..."
Her: "Is... is that a problem?"
You (face in hand): "..."
Her: "Look, I'm sorry..."
You (sighing audibly): "...You know what, nevermind."

2. Coming on Too Strong

Maintaining a respectful distance during the early phase of the date is absolutely vital; both an emotional and, especially, a physical one. If you do not immediately show the lady that you are gentle and sensitive, she may shy away from you beyond hope of reversal. Any and all bodily contact between the two of you should be kept to a minimum, such as a casual "accidental" meeting of your respective hands and the like.

Avoid close contact if at all possible and, above all, do not touch the lady in any manner that might be considered ungentlemanly, as most women prefer not to be treated like a piece of meat. Under no circumstances is this allowed, even in situations where your instincts may tell you otherwise, such as the lady spilling her beverage over her bosom and not having a handkerchief at hand; or the lady falling unconscious due to an accident or a sudden violent bout of allergy and requiring cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Scenarios:

Bad:
Her: "Hi!"
You (punching her in the face as hard as you can): "Hi!"
Her (hitting the ground noisily, falling unconscious): "-"
You: "So I know this really great little Italian place we could go to."
Her: "-"You: "..."
Her: "-"You: "Chinese it is, then!"

Good:You ("accidentally" brushing your hand against hers): "Oh! Your hands are so soft! May I touch them, please?"
Her: "Yeah... sure."
You (rubbing hands): "Ooooohhh, soooooft."
Her: "...Yeah..."
You: "You simply must tell me what hand cream you use."
Her: "Well, I-"
You: "Ooh, and your lips look so soft as well! May I touch them too?"
Her: "..."
You: "You simply must tell me what lipstick you use."

3. Staring

Despite what some men might tell you, very few ladies desire to be gaped at as if they were some sort of prized ham to be devoured solely by the use of one's eyes. (As an aside, I should advise you to forever part company with any such men you may consider friends, as they are obviously deeply disturbed).

While it may be true that many women strive to improve and accentuate their natural beauty for the benefit of man's eyes, it should nevertheless be considered highly inappropriate to look at them for more than the briefest moment at a time.

It is most important that you never allow a lady to catch you staring at her, especially certain sensitive parts of her body, or else all hope of further advancement may be lost. When addressing your lady friend, do not look at her directly, not even her eyes. Instead, pretend to examine an interesting item in your vicinity, such as a glass or teacup, a floor tile or another woman standing nearby (preferably with her back turned towards you).

Scenarios:

Bad:
You (staring at her breasts): "-"
Her (oblivious): "The weather's really great today, don't you agree? I really like these clear, sunny days when it's not too hot. It's a shame we don't get them that often anymore blah blah blah blah pollution blah blah blah smog blah blah blah blah cancer blah blah blah blah emissions blah blah blah global warming blah blah blah blah penguins and polar bears blah blah blah blah blah blah mother earth blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah"
You (staring at her breasts): "-"
Her (catching on): "..."
You (still staring at her breasts): "-"
Her: "Um... Excuse me, are you staring at my brea-"
You: "Shh. I'm staring at your boobs."
Her (looking offended): "..."
You (still staring at her breasts): "-"
Her: "Okay, please stop do-"
You: "Could you turn around, please? It's time to stare at your ass now."

Good:
You (looking up at the sky): "-"
Her: "The weather's really great today, don't you agree? I really like these clear, sunny days when it's not too hot. It's a shame we don't get them that often anymore, you know?"
You (looking at the ground): "Yes, yes, I know."
Her: "I mean, there's so much pollution in cities nowadays. In many places, the smog is just unbearable, not to mention it promotes diseases like emphysema and cancer. I hope that some laws to curb these harmful gas emissions take effect soon, or there will be nothing to curb the relentless encroachment of global warming, you know?"
You (looking at your watch): "I know... I know."
Her: "I just don't think humans fully appreciate its effects on..."
You (trying to look inside your skull): "-"
Her: "...Are... Are you okay?"
You (looking at your crotch): "Yeah... we're okay."

4. Being Offensive

A sure way for a lady to lose all interest in pursuing a deeper relationship with you is recognizing you as a boorish clod. Bear in mind that ladies are much more sensitive than men by birth, so be sure to avoid making disparaging comments towards certain groups of people, even if these people are naturally inferior to you and me.

Rid your jest repertoire of any crude jokes that may be construed as being insulting to the aforementioned people, as they may achieve the exact opposite effect of that intended (it being, of course, making a lady fall for your smashing sense of humor).

Furthermore, if you chance to encounter any such individuals during the course of your date, pass them by politely, rather than pausing by their side and inflicting verbal or physical abuse on them, even though they may deserve it, and more besides.

Scenarios:

Bad:
You: "...And then the rabbi says: 'That's not a dozen dead niggers, that's my wife!' AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Her (blank stare): "..."
You (tears of laughter obscuring vision): "Hehehe- hey, how about this one: Three faggots and a serial killer walk into a bar..."
Her (sobbing softly): "..."
You: "Oh, I see you've already heard that one. Say by the way, you got any gay, black or Jewish relatives? Me and my gang could rough 'em up a bit, if you want. Show you what a pool stick does to a cheek bone."
Her (crying openly now): "..."
You: "...Any Mexicans, maybe?"

Good:
Her: "...And the man replies: 'I did take him to the zoo yesterday. Today, I'm taking him to a hockey game!"
You: "Hehehe. I bet it was a Penguins hockey game."
Her: "Heh, yeah. Hey, do you know any funny jokes?"
You: "Do I? Do I ever! Let's see, there's the one with the blonde and the fifteen coc- wait, that's no good... Then there's the one with the Arabs and the huge pile of d- no, no, that won't do... Um... How about the one with the dog and the thousand naked- oh God no. Okay, okay, think... think... good, clean, funny joke... nice... little joke... must... tell... a..."
Her: "You know, you don't really need t-"You (getting desperate): "NO no, it's good, I got it, I got this, don't worry, I got it... joke... jokey jokety mcjoke joke joke... ummmmmmmmm... um um um um ummm..."
*5 minutes pass*
You (on edge of nervous breakdown): "HEY! I g- I got one! I got one! Okay, okay, okay. Check it: Why did the chicken cross the road?"
Her: "..."
You (grinning maniacally): "To get to the other side!"
Her: "..."
You (still grinning, left eye twitching slightly): "..."
Her: "That... That's pretty funny."
You: "Heh, yeah. I know. Hey wait, I think I got another one."

5. Being Nosy

A woman's defining natural trait is her insatiable curiosity; that much we all know. However, that does not mean you should stoop to her level, and be inquisitive in turn. Men are much more reserved in that regard and should normally be quite satisfied with gathering little tidbits of personal information here and there, mostly by themselves, and combining them into a whole of their choice.

Although some ladies enjoy giving away facts about themselves almost as much as they enjoy receiving those about others, it is not likely that your lady of the moment is among them. Therefore, do not pressure her by issuing queries regarding her private life. On the other hand, go ahead and discuss yourself as much as you wish, or even more.

Feel free to exaggerate at your leisure, as women usually accept all they hear without question and later pass it on to their friends with exaggerations of their own added. This may well end up presenting viable possibilities for the future should your current date go astray.

Scenarios:

Bad:
You: "Alright, so before you start talking about other things, I've prepared a short questionnaire for you."
Her: "...Okay..."
You: "Are you a virgin?"
Her: "Um... Excuse me?"
You: "I asked you if you were a virgin."
Her: "Uh... no."
You (writing): "Answer number one... slut. Okay, next: Have you ever had sex with a girl?"
Her (looking offended): "What?"
You: "Or, you know, just made out or something."
Her: "Not that it's any of your business, but no!"You (writing): "Answer number two... Threesome unlikely. Too bad. Next question: Are you interested in BDSM?"
Her: "I'm not even answering that."
You (writing): "Number three... Possible... Could be persuaded by alcohol."
Her (looking very angry): "..."
You: "Great! Three down, only forty-seven to go! Next: How many incurable STDs do you currently have?"

Good:
You: "...And then I met up with you today. So, that's the life story of me and my huge penis. Questions? Comments?"
Her: "That was very... exhaustive. As for me, I was born in-"
You (interrupting): "No, no, no. You don't have to tell me anything about yourself. I don't want to pressure you or anything."
Her: "That's okay, I-"
You (interrupting again): "No, no, no, no. I don't want to make you feel like I'm some kind of stalker, obsessed with every tiny little detail about your life. I'm perfectly fine with not knowing more than I already do, seriously."
Her: "No really, it's n-"
You (interrupting yet again): "NO, no, no, no, no, no, no. Please. It's okay. No information. I'm not even that interested in you."
Her: "..."

6. Talking to Other People

Being on a date means devoting all your senses and attention to a single person: the one next to you. All other people should be disregarded as much as possible. If you happen upon an acquaintance, ignore them. If a friend approaches you, act as if you do not know him.

If a stranger comes soliciting or begging for money, give them a look promising severe discomfort in their near future unless they withdraw at once. Roll up your sleeves if necessary. Leave your mobile telephone at home unless you absolutely cannot. If such is the case, disable any and all of its functions that might lead to a sound being made.

Remember that one single ring may break the magic of the moment and render the lady disenchanted for the rest of the evening. If that does indeed happen, destroy the device as soon as you return to your abode.

Scenarios:
Bad:
You: "And then I kicked him in the... Holy junk, it's Frank! HEY! FRANK! OVER HERE!"
Frank (coming over): "Hey, man! Nice to see you."
You: "You too, dude! Say, have you bounced back from Saturday yet? Man, that s*** was off the hook! I didn't know it was possible for a human to vomit that far. And then Mike passed out and we all teabagged him! Best party ever!"
Frank (mildly uncomfortable, glancing over at your date): "Heh, heh. Yeah. Um..."
You: "OH! I almost forgot. This is [Her]. [Her], this is Frank."
Frank: "Uh, hi."
Her: "Hi."
You: "Why don't you join us, Frank?"
Frank: "No, that's okay, I was just-"
You: "I'm sure [Her] won't mind, will you, [Her]?"
Her (lips pursed): "..."
You: "See?"
Frank: "Actually, I-"
You: "Sit down, Frank."
Frank (sitting down): "..."
You: "Isn't this nice? Say Frank, could you show [Her] your impression of Monica Lewinsky? It's hilarious."*your phone rings*
You: "Could you guys excuse me for a minute? It's my girlfriend."

Good:
You: "You know what I think is a really underappreciated sport? Pro wrestling. I mean, these guys beat the hell out of each other on a daily basis and what do they get? A bunch of people calling them 'fakes'. It's incredibly insulting. Also, do you have any idea how many weights they have to lift to get a body like that? Speaking of their bodies, I wish I had one like that. Sometimes I imagine I-"
Waitress (rudely interrupting): "Can I get you something?"
Her: "I'd like some herbal tea with honey, please."
Waitress (looking at you): "And you? What would you like?"
You (looking away from waitress, pointedly ignoring her): "..."
Waitress (looking at you): "..."
You (still ignoring waitress): "..."
Waitress (still looking at you): "..."
You (shooting a brief angry glance at waitress, then looking away again): "..."
Waitress: "Maybe I should come back lat-"
You (jumping up, confronting waitress) "THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD IT! Why do you keep TALKING TO US?! Can't you just LEAVE US ALONE?! Is it TOO MUCH TO FREAKING ASK?! Is it not possible for a couple to come to a cafe and sit for FIVE MINUTES without their privacy being violated, nay, utterly ANNIHILATED?! I bet you people would like to see us naked, wouldn't you? Is THAT it, huh?! WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE ME NAKED?! HUH?! WOULD YOU?!"
Waitress: "Sir, if you would please calm down and-"
You: "COFFEE! I want BLOODY COFFEE! There! Are you HAPPY NOW?! You've ruined it! You ruined EVERYTHING! I hope this knowledge torments you until the last days of your life! I HOPE THE PAIN FOLLOWS YOU INTO YOUR VERY GRAVE!"
Waitress: "Espresso or cappuccino?"
You (looking away, ignoring her again): "...Cappuccino."

7. Neglecting your Date

I direct your attention to the first sentence of the point above. Under no circumstances whatsoever should the lady feel neglected in any way, shape or form. Do not leave her side even for a moment, barring an emergency of a truly prodigious scale. Cater to her needs if it is within your power.

Get her a drink if she seems thirsty. Buy her a bite to eat if she looks hungry. Offer her your coat is she shivers. Provide her with a fan if she swelters. Give her your hat if she looks at it longingly, and so on. If a lady begins to feel that you are losing interest in her, she will soon become distant in turn.

Worse yet, it may cause great damage to her self-confidence, which down the road, can eventually lead into her turning into a cold, embittered woman, a loss to you and other men everywhere, especially if she is of good looks.

Scenarios:
Bad:
Her: "So what do you think of employing the handicapped? I think it's a wonderf-"
You: "Hold that thought. I gotta go take a dump."
*25 minutes later*
You: "Okay, I'm back- wait, crap, I forgot to wipe. Back in a moment."
*12 minutes later*
You: "Alright, where were we?"
Her: "I was just saying that employing the handicapped is a wond-"
You: "Could you wait a moment? I need to go jack off."

Good:
Her: "Could you excuse me for a minute? I need to use the ladies' room."
You: "No need, I'll just come with you."
Her (looking puzzled): "..."
You (smiling encouragingly): "..."
Her: "...I'm sorry, but I'd rather go on my own."
You: "It's okay, I was in the ladies' room before. As a matter of fact, I use it all the time."
Her: "..."
You: "Or we can go to the men's room, if you'd prefer. Say, how do you like my hat?"

8. Bailing Out

There can never be a reason strong enough for you to suddenly terminate the date. Casting the lady aside in such fashion is one of the most ill-mannered, disrespectful things you can possibly do to her. By accepting her invitation to a date (or vice versa, possibly), you have given her an unspoken agreement that you will stand by her side and remain there for the entire duration of said date.

It is your duty as a man to hold your word, no matter what. Failure to do so would effectively mean that you have forfeited your right to bear the title of gentleman. A flooded house, a sudden death in the family, your mother being held hostage by terrorists demanding a ransom within a restricted time period, your wife having a baby, all those things can, and in many cases will, wait.

Scenarios:

Bad:
You: "...And then the bastard fired me. Can you imagine? Let me tell you, I had half a mind to walk straight into his office and slit his- HOLY FISHING JESUS! I FORGOT ABOUT THE MACGYVER MARATHON! GOTTA GO!"
Her: "Bu-"
You (gone): "-"

Good:
You: "And then she left me. Just like that. One day I come home to an empty apartment. And I mean empty. She took everything. Everything. The TV, the radio, the computer, the microwave, the toaster, the dishes, the books, the carpets, the paintings, the dog, the hamsters, the food, the beer, everything. All she left me was a broken heart and an empty bed. A broken heart... and an empty bed. Except she also took the bed. She even took my porn collection. And she wasn't even into anal, [Her]... She wasn't even into anal.
Her: "...Wow... That's... too bad."
You: "I cried for months. I'd just lock myself into the bedroom and cry all day long. For months. It was hell. Hell. Anyway, [Her], I want you to know that I would never ever do anything like that to you. Ever. I would never ever leave you. Not like that. Never. I will always stay by your side. I will never, ever let you out of my sight, [Her]. All day and all night, 365 days a year, I will be there, watching over you. All the time. We will always be together. Always. We will never ever be separated. NEVER. EVER."
Her: "..."
You: "What's the matter? You look a little pale."

9. Getting Drunk

Alcohol is a poison to your liver and love life alike. Ingesting it before or during a date would be highly ill-advised. There are few things that can make a lady lose more respect for you than seeing you in jolly company with a large amount of Mr. Ale.

Whereas it is true that a certain level of alcohol in your system makes everything better, the line between being merry and voiding your stomach on the sidewalk can be thin indeed. It should also be noted that alcohol affects different men in different ways: whereas some can drink a wheelbarrow full of whisky and live to tell the tale, others are denied the weight-bearing support of their feet merely by being in the vicinity of a glass of diluted apple cider.

Since it is better to err on the side of caution, it is best to stay away from alcohol altogether. Do not let yourself be tempted by any people offering it to you. Use force if necessary. (An exception to this rule comes into play if your lady friend enjoys the bottle as well. Should that be the case, the above lines may be mostly disregarded, and a fun time can be had by both, especially you.)

Scenarios:

Bad:
Her: "Okay, please give me the glass. I think you've had enough."
You: "Warar you talkin a-bout? I didn't have enough of... of whaever. Say, you two look a bit... fuzzy. Hic! When ws- when was the last time you shaved?"
Her: "You're drunk. Please, give me the glass."
You: "I'm not drrrunk! I'm sober as a... a bull... dozer. A f- a flying... bulldozer."
Her: "Wait, what are you doing?"
You (on table): "Look at me I'm -burp- Michael Jackson!"
Her: "Please, get down from there!"
You (trying to moonwalk): "Oo hoo! Oo hoo!"
*you fall off table*
Her: "Oh my gosh. Are you okay?"
You (picking yourself up): "I- I- I'm fine. My... my head broke... my fall. Saaay, does this taste funny to you-"
*you vomit on table*
Her (jumping away): "Holy-"
You: "LOOK WHAT YOU DID!"

Good:
You (eyeing your drink suspiciously): "..."
Her: "What's wrong?"
You: "Do you think there's any alcohol in this?"
Her: "What?"
You: "Alcohol. Do you think any of it is in this?"
Her: "Well... since coffee rarely contains alcohol, my guess would be no."
You: "But how can you be sure? I mean, what if this one does? What if the people who run this place put alcohol in their coffee? Or what if they usually don't, but decided to put it just in this one? I mean, like if they were bored, and put it in for kicks? Or what, what if they left the coffee sit for too long and it fermented? And have you considered that maybe all coffee everywhere contains alcohol, but people just don't realize it?!"
Her: "Okay, now you're being ridiculous. Besides, even if there had been any alcohol in there, the heat would have caused most of it to evaporate by now. And in any case, why are you so afraid of ingesting a little alcohol?"
You: "Well, what if I am allergic to it? Or if my religion doesn't permit it? Have you considered that? Or are you too narrow-minded? Also, I have to be careful so you don't take advantage of me."
Her: "...You're kidding."
You: "Oh, like you haven't been thinking about it all night. I see the way you stare at me, devouring me with your eyes like I was some kind of eye burger, or eye pie or something. I perceive your mind, and oh, what a disturbing mind it is. I can see your thoughts, swimming through its sunless, murky depths like fish, black, hungry fish, craving nothing more than to sink their corrupted teeth into my soft, juicy, mouthwateringly delicious flesh."
Her: "..."
You: "Who can blame you, though. I'm tempted to take advantage of myself, right now."

10. Being Cheap

When departing for a date, it is important to leave your love of wealth at home. Being liberal with your spending while entertaining a lady is to be considered highly beneficial, as it promotes the lady's sense of owing you something. This usually leads to her thinking of a way to return the favor somehow, a most delicious dilemma for her to have from a man's point of view.

Therefore, do not be stingy with your money. Cover all expenses in restaurants and the like. Give the lady some coins to throw into a wishing well. Buy her items she desires openly and, if you are able to determine what they may be, items she desires secretly.

Of course, none of these items need be (and for your wallet's sake, should be) expensive. It should be noted that some women prefer their men to be frugal, but such women are generally interested in pursuing a long-term relationship and should thus be avoided.

Scenarios:

Bad:
You: "Check, please!"
Waitress (bringing check): "..."
You (smiling, handing the check to your date): "Here, you pay."
Her: "...Excuse me?"
You: "Modern women like to pay for their own things. It gives them a sense of not being completely useless. I read it in Hustler or something. They also like to take care of their men. Me being your man, I'm giving you the joy of taking care of me. And I don't have to waste any of my money, so that's good, too. See? Everyone's happy!"
Her (scowling): "..."
You: "Oh, and don't forget the tip."

Good:
You: "Check, please!"
Waitress (bringing check): "..."
You (smiling): "Don't worry, I got this."
Her: "Oh, there's really no need-"
You: "No, I insist. I'm a man, and real men take care of their women."
Her: "That's... that's sweet."
You: "Don't even mention it. I mean, imagine what would happen if women tried to take care of themselves. Or God forbid, other people. The whole place would fall apart in a matter of days."
Her: "Okay, now that's just s-"
You: "By the way, I'm not leaving a tip. I thought the service was terrible."

11. Hurting Animals

The inclusion of this point may seem strange at first, as animals hardly have an important role in most first dates, but it is important to remember that love of living things is perhaps the only thing that binds all women together. Therefore, it is to be logically concluded that hurting animals is something every woman abhors.

Kicking a cat, backhanding a bird, even intentionally stepping on a snail all have a similar effect on members of the opposite sex: hidden tears and blossoming hatred towards the man responsible for these actions. Conversely, being kind to the less intelligent cohabitants of our planet and showing concern for their well-being elevates your status in female eyes to surprising heights, since most females are used to men not caring about animals beyond the confines of their steak plate. (Note that for all intents and purposes of this point, babies are to be considered animals as well.)

Scenarios:

Bad:
Her: "Aww look, a puppy!"
Puppy (happily wagging tail): "Woof!"
You (taking can of gasoline and matches out of trunk): "Hee hee!"
Puppy (looking curious): "Woof?"
You (setting puppy on fire): "HEE HEE!"
Puppy (on fire): "WOOFWOOFWOOFWOOFWOOOAAAAAAAAAAAA"
*puppy rolls on the ground in agony*
You: "HEE HEE HEE!"
Her (stunned, motionless): "..."
You: "HEE hee... What?"
Her (tears welling up): "..."
You: "What?"
Her (crying, running away): "..."
You: "What?"

Good:
You: "Hey look, a mosquito."
Her: "Don't worry, I've got it."
*mosquito is smashed*
Her: "Ha! Got it."
You (stunned, motionless): "..."
Her: "What is it?"
You (tears welling up): "..."
Her: "Is something wrong?"
You (crying, running away): "..."

12. Not Kissing Goodnight

Alas, all good things must come to an end, and your date is no exception. After a long evening of fun (it is to be assumed), it is time to return to your respective domiciles. Remember, a gentleman always ensures the lady he has been temporary guardian of returns to her residence safely.

Therefore, it is rightly expected that you escort her there personally. Upon delivering your special friend to her doorstep, it is customary to bestow upon her a goodnight kiss. Failure to do so may mar what had up to that point been a flawless night, not to mention it has a high probability of damaging future prospects you may have for her and you. Make your final moment together that night the highlight of her time with you; one that she will remember and treasure for years, or at least until one of your next dates goes horribly, horribly wrong and she hates you forever.

Scenarios:

Bad:
You: "Well, I must say this has been one of the best first dates I have ever been on in the last week or so. Now all that remains is for us to have a goodnight kiss."
Her (not present because she silently left a long time ago): "..."

Good:
Her: "Well, I... I really should be going now."
You: "That's too bad. Oh well, time for a goodnight kiss. Pucker up!"
Her: "Uh... That's okay, I..."
You: "You're not planning on leaving without a goodnight kiss, are you?"
Her (slowly walking backward): "Um... I..."
You (slowly walking forward): "We don't have to kiss on the mouth, you know. There are several other body parts I am willing to kiss."
Her (picking up momentum): "... I... I... I really..."
You (adjusting pace accordingly): "Don't worry, it's just one little kiss. Mwa. Mwa. Mwa."
Her (increasing speed to a jog): "..."
You (not losing ground): "Mwa mwa mwa!"
Her (running): "No... please..."
You (same): "MWA MWA MWA MWA MWA MWA MWA!"
Her (sprinting): "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

Thank you Mr. Nixon

Phuket!

2008-04-26T10:50:00.000-07:00

So, okay, we made it back from Phuket yesterday, and the holidays over. Well, it couldn't have lasted forever. Right?

So, here are all the memories i have of it before i absolutely forget about it.

This is Sam, Me, Gen outside McD in KL Central before we left for the LCCT

Shaz, Jamie, and Myself in the coach headed to the LCCT

Group photo in the Phuket airport, after customs

We made a stop where the view was beautiful. Myself with Jilly

Rein, myself and Jamie

Four of us guys taking pictures with the girls...

Me and Sam, took an extra wide shot to fit the sea in

Another group shot

Brian, me and Vince

Body guards?

Sam, myself, Gen, and Michelle. Very windy

Same peeps as above, jsut different placing

Kelly, Shaz, myself, Vince, Brian, and Tau Wee

Another Group pic

Gen, Sam, and me. We were in the Phuket airport, prepping to leave.

Slyvia and me, in the Phuket Terminal

In the coach from LCCT to KL central

Me, and Jamie, with milkboy in the background. Outside LCCT McD's

Jilly, Me and Slyvia in the coach from LCCT

I'd et pics from the beacj, but i have none on my cam. LEts hope i get em soon eh?

Reminiscent

2008-04-08T06:41:00.001-07:00

Well, it's been about 1 year and a month since I left KK for KDU in PJ, and it has flown by quicker as we take father time for granted. Then today, i think about my friends, Danny, Flor, Bevo, Kev, Justin, James, Laine, Sarah, Jin Yin, Ying Fei, Jon, even Moses. Then, i think of a few people not so close to home, but still people i've gotten to know and vice versa, people like, Fluff, Ty, Ceik, Ni, Mac.

Then i think about how great those days were, that was how things were supposed to be - fun, happy, laugh-y, joyous, and of all, i thought and felt that somehow, it would never end, that it was going to be there, to accompany me for as long as i wish, then, i got contact with them again, Danny's the same, just that he's livin it a lil' beter than we owuld have in highschool, Flor's still in UK, she visits from time to time, Bev's still in KK, waitin it out, Kev's in OZ, Justin, well, haven't seen him in ages, same goes for James, Laine's in Taylor's, KDU's still better, Sarah, doing arts, Jin Yin is doing form 6, Ying Fei's either still doing her scholarsip thing or she's already a millionaire, Jon better be firing a rifle somewhere, and Moses? Shootin up somewhere i guess, It got hard to talk to my other buddies, different timezone and all, i caught up a bit, some i never got to meet again, some changed, some didn't, some opened up and showed a human side, to which i wish i could do something about, but am powerless.

Now, another semester in, i'm still doing the same thing, just trying to survive each week, living it by with my routines and habits. I'm thinking about buddies, mentors, family, my past and my future. Then, i start to hope, hope that thing's will become what they used to be, that i'll meet up with all my friends and they'll be just as happy as I.

Ok, so things arent all bad for me, theres a fair amount of activity where i chill out with my friends here in PJ with that Greased thing and all. But no doubt, it has been very different from what it used to be. And so, a two in one, i finally post some pics up too...

Bev, Sarah, Danny, Me at Bella Italia's for dinner

First day back from KDU, chatting witht he guys

Jon and Bevo

Sarah and Bev, we were eating at Likas Sq

Kev, me and Jin Yin in UP2U cafe

Me and Justin in menara Tun Mustapha, featuring Mr. Pringles

Danny, Mosey, Sarah, Me, Bevo, Justin, Kev

Having a lil' "drink" during class

Decanter Hartamas, we were uh..."happy"

Group photo at Ming Tien after rehersals

Okay, so we went more than once...

Chili dogs

We actually went for a lil' swim in Traders

In KLCC, after the performance

Mr Hor, doing what he enjoys best

we were all chillin by the stage

At least its safer than a foot sock...

A picture with madam, don't she look tall?

On our way back from KLCC

The whole group headed to our meeting room

Having chow, while waiting for something

outisde the ballroom where we performed

This was on the last day where the director was persuaded to join us at Maisons or face the nipple crippler

Maisons, post Greased party

The journey

2008-03-11T08:10:00.000-07:00

Well here i am, in my room sipping away at an ice cold beer, whilst surfing the net. I figure its time to do my monthly update, and this time, its with a good story. Well, sorta.

Anyways, most of us knows that yeterday (Monday, 10th march) was the day all our hardwork would pay off for, all those months staying back after lectures to make many small flawed bits in to one complete not-too-perfect but still good piece. Personally, i was rather nervy, scared if you will. I did, after all, mess up my lines during two full rehersals.

Now, for the story.

Last Thursday we had our full dress rehersals with lightings and the lot. This sharade was to run (at first) from 5pm to 3am. So, since class ended at 4pm, we went for a little COD till around 5.30pm. So we were late, it was our chow time we were eating into after all. So we walk back to the college, and we were told by Ah Fett and Michelle that the stupid thing would start at 7.30pm. Man, this was FOS. Could've spent more time at the CC. But no, comunication from the management was so good that it effed things up.

Fine, no matter, we'd just go chill out. Well, we did a few run trough's and had a few mod's courtesy of Xavier, Alex and Abang Rosman. Then halfway trough we had a one hour break where we went to the gas station and bought some stuff. Redbull and coffee to be prescise. When we got back, we played a little dare game. This part was great. Melody kissed Xavier, Pui San kissed Melody, Ed kissed Ann, Brian kissed Fish. Well, after all that, we did the rehersals once with everything, we'd figure that it was as good as it got. But no, we got were told that we'd do it over and over again till it was all perfect. wow...utter BS...

Well fine, we did it again, and it was a good thing that was all they wanted, if not, i'd bloody walk out. It was 4am by the time we got home. I felt dead. I woke up the next day at 3pm where we went to watch 10000 BC. It would've been good if it had a better story line. I liked the epic battle part, just that it wasn't as long as i would've liked it to be.

Well, Saturday was another rehersals, nothing much to say about. If i remember right, we went for some more COD. Well, Sunday was the eve of D-Day. We met up with Jimmy a lil' earlier for, you guessed it, COD. We went up to the Audi at 12.30 where we were assigned rides for the convoy. We arrived at Traders hotel and we bunged down in the hotel room. But not more than 30 mins do we get our rears into KLCC for "lunch". We walked around and got rations from Cold Storage (namely redbull and coffee...again).

Well, we had dinner at one of the function rooms, to which would be our "Base of Operations". The dinner was a bit better than what they'd feed us in KDU. The difference was that the food here tasted a bit better, even if it did cause half of the crew to fall ill.

I was a bit pissed off that night. A group of us wanted to head to the Sky Bar up o the 33rd floor by the pool. It was a nice place to be. But just as we sat down, got comfortable, and had a few orders, we were ordered back down to the rooms. It was like we were kids and toddlers who didn't know how to take care of ourselves. Hell, that didn;t stop us from having a blast.

We went to Jimmy's room where a whole bunch were playing cards. From my room came Brian and Vince as well. We had our key cards taken, so KP stayed back to open the doors back again when we were done. So we just sat around in Jim's room, stoning i guess. More guys came and left, until it was down to Me, Brian, Xavier, DBoy, Vince, Faye, Jimmy, Jilly, Sylvia, Pui San, Fish and Tze. (Eugene was dead on the floor). So here, we played the dare game, again. I'll be sure to upload pictures and video's once i get them.

Well, at 1.30 am, we went down for a grand supper - bread and water. Ok, there was coffee, but essentially, that was it. We were supposed to do some rehersing on the new stage. So we were told to come down and wait till we could do the rehersing. So we waited, and waited and oh yeah! we waited some more. What pissed me off the most was that we were told "i don't care, just come down here, if you have to wait, you wait." so there it was, we waited for i think about 3 hours before we rehersed, and for how long? about 20 mins to half an hour. wow...talk about pissy.

That left us with 3 hours of sleep coz we were to meet again at 8.30 am. I slept on the floor and froze to death in the morning. Ok, get this, we went down at 8.30, and waited again. This time, we waited a bit more than an hour. talk about more time wasted huh? Worst part was, and this was when the steam reached critical point, when "lunch" finally came, and when the group was done with it, there was hardly anything left. we were told "why didn't you come down earlier huh? now theres no food, don't complain" well, we were the first down. but ah eff this, what can you expect right?

Well, we waited some more, ran two more full rehersals, and a whole lot of radio tests - to which was really dissapointing. They were using old radio sets, and the way they said it it was like it was our play, so if the mike gets effed up, its all on us, so, don't eff up. You'd at least think that if there were people paying 10K per table that they'd at least rent new mic sets right?

Well, next was the make up, which took a very long time. I was thinking about how bad it was to wait anxiously for our time to perform and that it'd be a whole lot better to just do it straight, but we barely just made it with the make up and all.

Well, we went on with the show, the mike messed up here and there, dropping our face value. But at the end of the day, the dances were good, the acting was just as we'd rehersed, if not better. I'd say it was a sucess, if not for the mic's. Well, supper was, surprisingly, really good. altough i did miss the main course, again.

We went back at around 1.30 am. i wanted to light of a cigar with Cho, but that wasn't gonna happen, so now the cig is just waiting to be lit this Friday at Maison's.

Well okay, so there arent any pics or vids in this post, but i'll look for them and have them out on the next post.

SitRep - Tango India Romeo Echo Delta, Romeo Echo Lima India Victor Echo Delta

Happy 19 at Maison's

2008-02-17T06:33:00.000-08:00

Well, it's my birthday today, and i woke up at 2 pm with fuzzy vision, numbed out ears, and a slight headache. A hangover if you will. But i wasn't displeased about it, in fact, it was a reminder of how great the previouse day was.

We went for Greased on that Saturday morning, doing the usual stuff, prancing and all. We already had everything planned out for the rest of the day though, I was going to celebrate my coming birthday along with Vince. so we had it all set, the group is as follows. (Me, Vince, Brian, Ed, Eric, Faye, Tze, Felicia, Jimmy, Pui San, Linardi, Samantha, and Kelly) I hope i aint missing anyone out here. Well, it turned out Kelly couldn't make it in the end. Sad.

Well, we went for a movie first. Altough we were planning to watch Jumper, we had to divert as it was sold out. So we watched this,

It was kinda boring. Too many shock scenes, made it a boring one. Altough that didn't mean that i couldn't exploit it and scare a few people...ehehehehehmuahahahahaha!!!

Well, after that we went seperate ways. I went for dinner with Ed and just hung around our place till about 9pm and then we went down to meet Jimmy, Brian, Eric, and Pui San. We RV'd at KDU and then headed to Maison's on Heritage Row.

Well, we met up with some of Vinces friends before we went in, and when we did, we had 3 bottles of whiskey waiting for us. Staple drink for the day - Whiskey and coke.

Sometime before the places started filling up, the guys got me and Vince a real BIG treat - Flaming Lambo.

Thats the Sambuca on fire (my favourite part). It was one helluva great drink, and everyone should try it at least onces in their lives.

We danced for several hours, well, all of us apart from Eric. We really had lotsa fun that night, yes, even though he didn't dance, he was literally making out with his glass and the whiskey bottle. We had to carry him outside before something bad happened inside. So ew just parked him at the nearest table and tried to have him recover. No such luck.

Well, we retired to SS2 for some sober-up drinks before we headed home. This is one night that i'm not gonna forget.

Thanks guys! for making this thing happen. and thanks Li for the pic of the lambo

Greased up

2008-02-02T08:33:00.000-08:00

Well hello and welcome back to my blog. I know its been about 2 months since i updated this thing, and since tau wee has been dropping broad hints about updating it, i thought i would since i'm in the mood.

Its been quite awhile since i joined up on Greased, and i msut say that i was at first rather relucant to jump onto the greased bandwagon. But now, a couple months later, i'm rather glad i joined up. The people i meet are all great people. They might still not know who i am, but i or one now em' all...and i'm glad i can say that.

And to add to things, we (Me, Xavier, His friend, Hassan, Brian, Kelly, Ann, Maya, Jimmy, Pui San, Auntie Wong, and her two Bodyguards) just went for a commedy skit of some sort which resembled the famed and loved "Who's Line Is It Anyway?" and i must say that they did a wonderful job at keeping us in stitches from all the laughing. It was indeed a delightful night.

We topped it off with gaining a few Kilo's at MickeyD's whilst watching a lil' bit of football (which i still know jack about)... Well, thats it for the latest update, and ya'll better pray i don't slack off again...

Sociability

2007-12-30T09:14:00.000-08:00

Okay, so i finally make another post on this pretty much dead blog to which i'm rezzing now. I'm sure if Eric reads this he'll just throw his hands in the air and say "Well finally!"

Anyways, i went out for drinks with my buds at Jesselton Point just now, and the ambiance was what i was looking for the past few days, and it was a good night. The music was great - live band. Well, it was a guy with a saxophone, another with a synthesiser, and a chick to sing.

The music was great and the group was just as good. Now as all these guys are my buddies (even if i just met one of them yesterday and the other just less than an hour earlier) and we had a good talk bout the good ol' days and how we're holding up now.

Then i had to go back, and i was gonna give Danny a lift back home, on the way out, i just realised, i should have given that jazz player a hand shake because he more than deserves it. I would have, but i was already on my way out. Then i got to talkin with Danny bout this.

The realty we discovered is that Malaysian culture isn't really that sociable yet. They don't great people in the lift as they do in western countries (of course when lift i mean their apartment lift), they sometimes don't even sya hi to people they might know. Of course, they fear that they might get the wrong person, but still, even with 100% identification, they just hold back. And as in my case, they don't strike up conversations with people they never met, but who would probably be a good person to know.

A good antithesis of this attitude would have to be my buddy Hasan. He makes buddies with anyone worthy of his friendship, and usually, he's with good comapany. If you read this bro, props...

I realise this might be a romanticed view of the western culture, but there you go, and ideal that isn't hard to make realty.

Ya'll have a good un'.

Wicked stuff!

2007-11-28T08:15:00.001-08:00

Ok, so i've been browsing the web these few days and i've found nothing interesting at all, until, of course, i stumbled across a really wicked website. Now i don't think many of our lecturers would aprove, but i'm really sure they'd get one helluva kick out of it...

The one i just finished reading was so good, i decided to publically recomend it on my blog. Heres the link,
http://www.cracked.com/article_15699_9-most-badass-bible-verses.html

Have fun and read all three pages, then browse around for more laughs...

And heres another one that i thought was for Brian at first, but was eventually kinda deep, so its for all,
http://www.cracked.com/article_14990_what-monkeysphere.html

This one is a recomended read for all, its actually an eye opener...

you want a post? here's ya post! and tags count!

2007-11-25T07:36:00.000-08:00

1.Do you ever bite your lip?
` when i'm nervy

2. Do you have pictures on your walls?
` nit at the moment

3. Have you ever seen anyone picking
their nose?
` yes, unfortunately, starts with e and ends with a fart

4. Do you like country music?
` occasionally

5. How do you peel your orange?
` with my fingers

6. Do you like bananas?
` not the over ripe ones

7. Could things be better in your life
at the moment?
` nat'cherellih

8. Have you ever tried to put a huge
puzzle together?
` yeah, it became paper mache

9. Have you ever been drunk?
` not really

10. Did you ever try to cut yourself?
` nawh, i aint no wrist cutting emo

11. Do you like clowns?
` hewl no

12. Have you seen the movie Jaws?
` yeah, one friggin smart shark

13. How do you feel about show offs?
`how do you feel about my boot finding a place in your rear?

14. Do you go to the library?
` all the time

15. Are you excited for back to school?
` it snot called school, its a higher institute for professional education

16 . Whats your favorite type of energy
drink?
` Budweiser..what? energy? oh... ic, okay, 100 plus...

17. What do you put on your hamburger?
` the works, onions, pickels, mustard, five pounds of meat, vegetables, more mustard, mayo, butter, bread?

18. Do you wish you were older?
` not anymore than i already am

1 9. Do you wish you had magical
powers?
` let's be realistic now...

20. If so, what powers?
` the ability to have common sense

21 . Do you eat teddy grahams?
` do you eat dirty gym socks and moldy, fungal jockstraps?

22. Does anyone hate you?
` ch'eah! a whole lot...sadly though

23. What is your favorite color?
` black, nat'churuhli

24. Have you ever believed in fairies?
` right...

25. Has a butterfly ever landed on
your finger ?
` not that i can remember

26. Do you have your nose pierced?
` well, lets see, i didn't get my nostrills sealed up, so, i don't think i need anymore holes in my face...

27. Do you know how to multiply?
` what? you don't?

28. Do you know how to divide?
` stoopid kuestchen... like ashkin if u know hou too spel

29 . What was the first school
you attended?
` the earliest one i can remember is brackenedge

30 . What is your favorite number?
` 13,7,407,2678

31. Would you rather have braces or
glasses?
` i have glasses, whats wrong with em'?

32. What did you have for lunch?
` chili pasta

Who is/are your best friend(s?)
` a few non-descript ones

34. Have you ever seen Coronation
street ?
` naw

35. Are you missing anyone right now?
` uh-huh...people back home

36. Who?
` to tag?
- Tau Wee (stewie)
- Anyone else stew...i mean eric tags

Laughter is the best medicine

2007-11-02T11:01:00.000-07:00

Very well, if one says it is a crime to reminisce, then i should already be put on life without parole. I was just thinking last night on how highschool was like. I remebered one thing - we laughed a lot, we laughed hard, and we laughed with firends. I look back on those days where Moses was next to me, Daniel next to him, Bev right behind me, and Flo behind Daniel. Of course, for awhile we had "she who shall not be named but was rumored to have liked Moses and is no way any part of our blessed activities" sitting right behind Moses.

We laughed, we joked, we told stories, we played around in the back, we had kua-chi. Those were truely the days, and i have fogotten how it felt like to laugh as hard. Until today. It was during German class (sorry mr. Thomas for hte disruption, but this might have averted a suicide) and i was in the back with Hasan. We were supposed to be working on a dialogue based on a drawing we made. And a drawing we did make.

This is the overall picture

Okay thing is, you have to read German to understand this. And it isn't so much whats on the paper either. Its what caused us to draw/write it and how it was presented. It was Eight months since i laughed as hard as i did today, and i'm glad i did, cause ot meant i still had a bit of sanity left in me.

I finally realize that being a kid is not about hwether you played with toys when you were young, or whether you watched them kiddy shows. Being a kid is about being free from all the hassles in life, not needing to worry about whether you're mature, becuase your not, you can do anything you like, and that is usually fun.

Those days are gone for me, although i hope to eventually be able to laugh and party hard with my close friends.

Reflection, October 16th

2007-10-16T08:17:00.000-07:00

Okay, so its been ages since i've updated this thing. Well, with the amount of work piling up, i can hardly help it.

For starters, its already been a week since i started work at Italiannies and although whatever i learn n the job makes practicle in KDU a whole lot easier, its still taxing on my stress meter. Next up i have assignments where i'm expected to lug the anvil up the hill, and i have two or three such assignments. Then, recently finsihed, i had the writeup thing to do for a certain unamable association. Although it was a short thing, it drained me quite a bit. Then i just found out, my work load at my job might just increase. I hope i'm up for the challenge.

Well, these two days (tuesday and wednesday) are both break days for me...thats right, I need break days on my holidays...whacked up... ah well...flip it...cya'll

My Rage

2007-09-24T08:19:00.000-07:00

My breathing quickens, my blood rushes, sending more oxygen to my brain, then my mind and thoughts flash in a flurry of possibilities and scenarios - too many and too fast to make sure i make the right choice. I start to feel the heat on the surface of my cheeks. What is supposedly cold and dry is now searing with beads of sweat forming on my face. My chest tightens. My muscles tense up. My throat dries up and constricts. My vision is not clear, its darting from whatever possible weapon there is. Its all a blur, all out of focus.

I've made my choice, i've chosen my words, i've chosen my reaction, i've chosen rage. I'm just one step away from violence, a position i've always been close to. I've been successful in controling, but this time, he's crossed the line, his sheer idiocy is the cause for this rage. I'm not even sure if it is idiocy. Maybe its to spite me.

He reacts to my threat. I've given him three seconds, and he still doesn't move. Now i'm on my way to using brute force. I know i shouldn't, but my chest feels tight with rage and what i think goes out the window, and so should he. He backs away just before i make my threats a reality. The only wise move so far.

My fists are balled so hard i could feel every joints presure. I try to loosen up my grip, but it just gets tighter. Every violent scenario is played with careful detail in my mind, now that i have the time. I start to wonder why i put up with this. Wonder why i havent shattered his kneecaps already. Wonder why i'm not dangling him by a rope from the top floor. Wonder why i'm not tying him to a chair and slowly carving his skin off. Wondering why i'm not sliting his abdomen and puling his guts all over him, giving him about a half hour with his guts squirming on his chest before he dies.

Then i wright this, and all the while, in the back of my mind, always questioning if i am going to post this. Still feeling like punching him in the face, hopefully breaking his nose. he deserves it. but i know i don't deserve bear the consequences. I deserve to punch him though. I'm a fraction calmer than i was twenty minutes ago, this is still going to shuttle my BUA... ARGH!

I've tried anger management, all that breathing deep, counting to ten, closing my eyes and visualising something nice. Truth be told, they all don't work. Writing only pauses it. Whats best is punching the wall till your knuckles start to tear a bit. thats just enough for mild rage. You should then know what severe rage needs...

Reflection - 23rd/9 - I've started again...

2007-09-23T08:35:00.000-07:00

Okay, so lately its been rather evident that I've been needing a job - both for money adn something productive to do during weekends. So i went job hunting for restaurants or anything related to the H&T course i'm doing. Now, the thing is, due to the fact that i went for the 789 job with An Ying, we've been working at/looking for the same place to work. Only difference is, she's working for exposure, i want money ...heheh $_$

So the first place we went to was a restaurant called "Good Evening Bankok" and they were mre than willing to hire us. Thing was, we werent really set on commiting, in hopes of getting a place with better pay. Okay, okay, I was hoping for better pay. Anyways, after that we went to Oneworld hotel to see if we could get a banqueting job, they said they'd call us the moment they had a function. Well, its been a month and i have yet to hear from them. So that concluded our first hunt for a job. The three of us (Me, An Ying, and David) were still jobless.

Round two. This time it was me, An Ying, and Ting Ling. We went to One utama agian and just started asking. We went to Soho and Italiennies for interviews, and they both gave us the same answer - we'll call you back. Well, we didn't expect to hear from them again. Onedays later, Soho calls An Ying up and tells us to show up on the nxt day (Sunday) for the job. well...yay? Okay, first day was as normal, clear tables and set them up. Unfortunately, i can't speak Cantonese...and thats the meduim here... T.T now i know how An Ying feels in an English speaking environtment.

Okay, i was miserable. i hated that place, the people were friendly, smiles and all, chatting with us during breaks, encouraging us. Thing was, i was out of my element. Its like telling Brian to become a Pro-wrestler. anyways, i had a feeling of dread the whole week, just thinking aout the place made my fuse shorter.

Anyway, on Thursday, just as i chucked my bag in the corner of my room, i got a call from An Ying. Italiannies wants us to come in on Friday to work. I thought she was crazy, we cant work for two joints. I guess it wasn't enough that they made me Chef of the day for the following week and that i had a job at a place i disliked on weekends...now she wants me to work for two joints and sacrifice my Fridays as well. Well, okay, she made a pont when she said we'd just try it out and pick the better of the two and just quit the one. Well, i liked Italiannies better. Ah!!! English! never missed it so much before.

Why i picked Italiannies over Soho? well, the pay is the same, the location is also pretty much the same, and they're both casual dining joints. But, apart from the language issue, Italiannies trained us better, and thus we may rise trough the ranks (hopefully) faster as well. Most of the people here are friendly, the managers (those whom i've met) are just as nice. Just don't piss em' off...(someone got fired today)

Well, i might just extend my work hours, and i'm already working on Fridays... there you go...thats what loving money does to you, i'm not so much a workoholic as i am a blowasmuchcashonfrivialitiesanduselessthingsasyoucan-A-holic..roflmao...go ahead, take teh ten minutes you need to see what that actually says...

p.s. okay, i understand that i have virtaully NO pictures on this sight, but the thing is, hwile i'm working or having fun, its a bit hard to take a pic, either that or its because i have no camera... so... es tut mir aber leid!...

CHEERS!!!

Reflection 7 Sept 07

2007-09-07T06:10:00.000-07:00

Ok, how long was it since i had a post? No matter, I haven't had the time lately, plus, i was always too tired and bummed to write one when i had the time. But now, i'm sitting at the table, with my laptop hooked to the net, and i have a cup of tea right next to me, so i'm good to go. So, you must be thinking "no time? pffft! lame excuse! tired? LAMER!!" well, the following events would explain it.

On August 30th, that's almost a week ago, we had the food fest. I was psyched to enter a new post into my blog, but as it would normally be, i was dead tired. Came home, played some games, went out to dinner, and got a bit pissed off. no matter, it was a holiday the next day and i could sleep in.

Anyways, back to the food fest. We did Mis En Place on Wednesday, that would be the 29th. We went in at 12.30 and we were the first, so we layed claims to our utensiles, equipment, and work space. I booked a pretty big place, about 1/6 of the whole kitchen. Our supervising lecturer was Mr. Gerhard, a German chef lecturer. He has a unique humor, we found it amusing, a bit eccentric, but ammusing.

He had us prepare our things, cut this, gut that, skin that, fetch that, peel this, dice that, mince these, chop this, store this, squeeze this, go fry yourself...etc... So, we pretty much had our stuff ready, they just needed some packing and cooking. One by one, my team left, nothing to do right? We were told to help the other things, and so the remainding members helped out, and when we were done, well...we left...big snafu... We also found out that the spelling on the flyer for the shepherds pie was all wrong (we spelt shephard)...fubar!

Next day we came to the kitchen, first thing he does is grill me for letting my guys leave early. Well, i apologised, he was right anyway. So we started packing and cooking. Well, actually, Mr Gerhard did most of the work, we were too clueless to leave alone *sheepish grins*. We were making 100 pax of shepherds pie (this would sound familar to all interacters working during IU day in KK) and 250 pax of hot dogs with two settings. once the first batch of food was ready, they were brought down. The shepherds pie sold like hot ...pie...? The hot dogs? not so hot...

I was kinda chuffed about the pie. Every batch that went down, didn't last more than a few seconds. Ivo said that they never made it to our counter (we had to walk trough the crowd of customers). At the end of the day, we had to make an extra 70 pies which we sold at 4 a piece (that would make 170 X 4 = 680) and we sold about an estimate of 150 hotdogs at 3, 70 at 2.5 and another 30 at 1 (this would make 450 + 175 +30) the cost production was about 0.945 cents a piece for the hotdogs, so no matter what, we still profitted. *big smiles*

So, at the end of the day, after we finished cleaning up, after we tabulated everything, after buying food that was so cheap (due to the fact that they still had food to sell and sales time was over) i went home. Okay, i know there should be some pictures, but they're with Ali and this post was long due. I'll post them pictures on next time ok? i'm just gonna watch another movie now...bonjournee!

Three comparisons

2007-08-22T09:10:00.000-07:00

I used to think that form 4 was the best year ever. It was a good year, i had a lot of fun, too much in fact, but what made it great was the people. Just the four of us (Daniel, Bev, Flo, and I) was reason enough to get up at 5.30 in the morning and rocket my rear to school. Granted, we didn't even bother studying, heck, we didn't really have any work to do, so it was all fun and games. We'd always go to the caffetaria in one group, we'd always do things together. I do miss those days. And sadly, i took it for granted. Only now (or actually since five months back) do i realize how good i had it back then, the laidbackness, the friendships, the jokes, the laughs, all the good times. It's like we went to school to meet up with buddies, chill out, relax. All this, of course, opposing to the intention of the school which is to study and shove inch thick books into our noggins.
But last semester, i met a whole group of new people and new characters. I can't say it was laidback though. The library discussion room was basically my second home. Whenever someone was looking for m, all they had to do was go to the library and i'd probably be there. Its not that i'm a bookworm, or that i enjoy reading two inch thick hardcover books, its just that the library is the quietest, most calming place in the whole college, as opposed to the next best hangout place - the caffetaria. Plus, it has air conditioning. During that sem, I was always with my friends, they were always nearby and with a deck of playing cards.
Today, i almost never see them. Haven't hung out with them in ages. It's kinda saddening, sehr Traurig! But you gotta do what you gotta do right? lets hope it gets better this semester. Either that or hope next sem will be a whole lot nicer.

Reflection, 23rd August

2007-08-22T08:36:00.000-07:00

Well, i've been doing my practicles for the past month, and altough it may be tiring, at least i'm learning something. Actually i'm learning a lot, especially in the kitchen. Its really sad that i can't eat what i've cooked. You really don't know what it tastes like until after service is over with. Even then, if there in't any left then, well, Schade!
I find working almost translike. You just start doing work, step after step, contingency after contingency, sometimes it feels almost clockwork, even if it's not exactly going as planned. But at the end of the day, when you're done, you think to yourself, "wow! i did all that!". It might not even be a lot of work or a perfect job, but there you go, its been done. I feel, to a point, at ease when i work, it just causes one to forget about all other woes and troubles whilst doing the work at hand. Also, at the end of the day, i have a sense of gratification, knowing i gave my job my all.
Still, i find it all a bit of a hassle. The responsibilities is the cloud to the silver lining. Its heavy, its a burden and its very real. The result of not fulfilling it - dissapointment, and that is something i can't live with. Thank god the RM's alternate every week.
Something Ali said just now struck me as what was giving me the slight case of the blues. Now that the class is split up into three groups, where we work in three different areas, we hardly ever meet up and do what we used to do last semester. Lunch is usually non-existant. And if it is, it's either in small groups or just two people.
Nothing is what it used to be, hopefully it will get better. If this is a forecast of what work is going to be like for me, then i say its going to be a very sad life. hell, that is IF we have a life.

Und bis bald - Nim

A whole new familar experience

2007-08-16T09:15:00.000-07:00

This sem is all about practicle work and how well we survive in it, and where survival is concerned, the fittest survive. It's a competitive world out there and we all try to do our best, some mere hope to do exceptioally well, some work toward it, and some are so sure of themselves that it is a given that they hit what they aim for. I'm like that, i take for granted that i will provide perfection, but not today, today it all changed.

Its Thursday and its my first practical for service, and i am restaurant manager or RM. I know i have to set a benchmark and that i have to give it my all. I am expected to give nothing short of my 110%. On Wednesday itself i ran my staff trough the procedures, i didn't wnat them to go into the field unprepared and panicking, their performance would, indirectly, affect my image as their leader, and i can't have that on my benchmark. Anyways, i didn't realize i overlooked a few things. I'm going to make sure that this never happens ever again.

Okay, so since its my first time being an RM and its the first practical and it IS a benchmark, i thought i'd invite some people whom i'd be honored to serve. I invited mr. Allen (whom still owes me a visit to the restaurant) and Dr. Tan, a friend of my mothers. This proved to be a bite too big for me. She did come, and so did her guests. Four guests from Mancheter Uni, some lecturersfrom business (i think), and student council (i think).

They came in small groups (there were 10 of them) and we were thought to serve them all at once, on the other hand i am expected to serve them instantaneousely, so here i have a conflict of protocol. This is, of course, not the only conflicts i had. A request that affects the whole group is made by the guest, but the thing is, we are instructed to move at the host's order, again another conflict. I wasn't expecting such complications to arise, but, it was sorted out eventually. The VIP's were happy, we fulfilled our required amount of sales, and my duties as an RM are over, for now.

So okay, we (emphasis on we) did a good job. I'm glad that whatever i ran them trough the previouse day stuck with them. Mistakes were made, but so what? we learn, and it was our first day on the job. I made mistakes myself, quite a few actually, and i couldn't have done it without my team.

Now that i reflect on it a bit (again) Brian (or was it Eric) told me that we'd do fine as RM, since we've worked before and we know what we're supposed to do. Well, actually, it doesn't matter if i'ved worked before or not, this thing we're doing is not the same. In work, we have already procedures put into place by our predecessors. But in this line, i AM the predecessor for the next RM (Nanthaya). I don't have guidelines to follow or refer to, all i have is my lecturer( thank god he is all a noob RM needs) and my gut instincts. I remember how it was like working as the staff, all i did was either make or take the drinks and serve them to the guests. It was simple back then, no steps to follow. Today, in addition to having the stress of serving VIP's, we have a bunch of notes and procedures we have to strictly follow stuffed into our noggins. This fresh knowledge and the need to acess that information at the snap of a finger could be very stressful. But no doubt, we managed. And quite well i might add.

Well, at least thats one responsibility over with, i should prabably get back to my marketing assignment. Redundant little rat!

Und Bis Bald! - Nim

7 Ate Nine

2007-08-09T11:22:00.000-07:00

Okay, so we all know that joke right? Why is 6 afraid of 7? because 7 ate 9...hahahahahaha!!! Right, so it just so happens that the club where the function i worked at for the past two days also goes by the name of 7 Ate nine. This reminds me of how wierd names and bars, pubs and clubs come together. Remember a certain joint i used to work at? Yeah, it's called Up2U cafe.

Thats besides the point. It was just something i was thinking about... I look back on those two nights (i love reflecting) and i start to think.

Right, so this is how it started. It was Tuesday and i had kitchen practicle all the way till 3pm. Whilst having our timeout from playing cookie, a friend managed to get me and another friend (An Ying/ Ingrid/ Anne/ Ah Ying) to go for a part time job. Well, i was asking for it a few months back, but this was sudden. I'd only have one and a half hours to get to the station after class ended (IF it ended on time, which it never does). Oh, almost forgot to mention, i've been sick for nearly a week when i got the job...

The club was at the Ascott hotel, right next to Mandarin Oriental and KLCC. Yeah, kinda far from where i live/study/would like to go... Anyways, we got there just in time and we reported in with the restaurant manager or RM. he was a nice guy and he showed us around... The club is owned by Irishmen (i think)...

So okay, i'm gonna fastforward to the "fun" part. The whole function was because of the clubs first year anniversary, and this meant that starting 8pm there'd be free flow booze all the way until 10pm...YAY!!?? not for us...

The place was packed by 8.30... not packed as in every table had customers...not packed as in every chair was taken up...but packed as in we couldn't so much walk trough the crowd... We had to either squeeze, pass along, climb on to podiums and down again, or just crawl trough the damn thing...

Of course it wasn't all bad. The customers were friendly (at least most of them), they were mainly white-eyes, indians and chinese. When you think about it though, why wouldn't they be friendly? you're giving them free booze. We momentarilly ran out of white wine (and later red) halfway trough the function. There was a cigar roller from Cuba, and where there is a roler, there are smokers. Every breath you took was like puffing on one, and this didn't help my sickness one bit.

By ten me and An Ying were dead tired...water never tasted so good, and sitting down felt like a luxury... Now this is where i made a decision that was glad i did. The function was for three days in a row and i just worked for the first one. It was so tiring i figured i'd jsut tell the RM that i couldn't come the next day, but then i though about my schedule and i found that i'd be free from 12 in the afternoon and i'd have all the time int he world to get to KLCC, so i told him ok, i'd come the next day. I might say for a first time, i did quite well...An Ying did great too, to which i must confess i did underestimate her a bit...

The next day was a little more relaxed, the journey there in any case. This time round when i got there, since i knew some of the staff already, i got some greetings, which felt nice. In a way it kinda reminded me of how working was like back home in KK...

The drill was the same, except for the minor change in drinks. Instead of the red and white wine, tiger, heineken and Rose Sangria we were serving yesterday, we had Johnnie Walker to replace the Sangria. This makes life easier. Shorter glasses means lower chances of spillage/droppage/breakage.

Okay, so there were a few interesting things that happened on the second night. A man sitting in the corner of the club waved me over. At first he asked me for some beer, and i asked back how many? he replied "as much as your tray can hold. I was a bit fazed by the request, so he asked for a few, i replied by asking if four would do and he said yes. So about twenty seconds later (after jumping over, crawling under and squeezing through customers) i set all four bottles on the table from my tray. I start to walk away and he motions for me to come back, and when i do, he stuffs ten bucks into my pocket. I looked at my watch and i relaized what he was doing. It was about another ten minutes before "free flow" time was over. i smiled to myself.

The most gratifying part about the job is making a customer happier than they would expect. And of course recieving compliments (or a ten buck tip) for your hard work (cause i really worked like crazy)... one would imagine the amount of hot gurls at the funtion...but one would also ahve to imagine how busy it was that i couldn't pay much attention to the flocking chicks. T.T /Cry....

Allright, at the end of the night i thought i'd get 7bucks per hour. We worked five hours a day, so times two its a total of ten hours. You'd think the RM would gimme 70 bucks huh? I made some calculations and i factored in transportation costs. If i got seventy bucks, i'd earn about 40 or 50 and so i figured, what the hell, at least i get to put this down as experience right. Yeah well... The RM pulls out a stack of fiftys and just slips us each two notes...30 more than what he promised, and well, An Ying was really happy...so was i...after cutting away the transpo costs, nett profit for me was 70 bucks, toss in that ten buck tip and i get 80...it was really great that i managed to do this...for the experiene and the cash...! HOOAH!! Next time something like this comes up, i'm jumping at it!...

Reflection August 3rd, 2007

2007-08-03T07:39:00.000-07:00

Ok, so its time for another reflection of yours truely. It must have been ages since i oficially did this, and this would be the first one on this blog.

It's been pretty much 5 months since i moved to KL(technically Selangor) and started this hospitality course. Hell, this is the second sem already, this first one was pretty short, about three and a half months. We pretty much finished in three months what other students finish in six. I aint gonna say who's better, so you do the math huh?

I still remembered being pretty lucky to enter the DIP-1 class. A good mix of foreigners, most of which are my close friends now, a good place to stay where the tenenters were not the care-less types, a roomate with whom i didn't like at first, but managed to work things out eventually, and now, moving into my brand new apartment, and of course utilizing the bus to its full potential (going to college, ivo's place, one utama, KL central, etc...

Of course between the time i started the course and the present, a lot of things happened. Things that change me, things that make me think from a very different angle, things that might be good, or maybe even bad. I went trough group assignments as a group leader, and it was frustrating work. Dealing with the language barrier, and dealing with the incompetencies of those who didn't have language problems. Even with the simplest of tasks, they fail(the incompetent ones i mean) and of course, this causes severe frustration and stress. Another thing that changed about me was my temper. I have now what i never had as much of a problem, something that i used to pride myself in was that i would be able to keep my cool in high tension situations. But now, I go nuclear ever now and then. This is not good. As most would say, i have anger management problems. I try to controll myself, but the sheer idiocy of those who provoke me and push me over the edge cause me to form a mushroom cloud. And they never learn... most would know to which two i'm refering to.

Of course there was another cluster of problems and issues that i had not much control over. This problem is classified at the moment and require Tier-4 clearence. This problem brough out the worst in me. I saw a monster everytime i looked into the mirror(and also now, everytime i see Ed or Brian). It took someone to tell me about this evil for me to realize it. I then noticed what this problem could do to people, and how much it could ruin someone. Of course, now that i've realized and rationalized this problem, i've come out a bit wiser than i was previousely. I wish i never have to face the same evil again. Just a short description of this evil. It causes severe depression, overthinking, irrational behaviour, mood swings, uncharted temper,and of course, a high possibility of loosing those most important to you.

And now, here i am, writing this blog, right after i just passed even more classified information to a friend who has Tier-7 clearence (which is basically what this info rquires). I hope this doesnt turn out to be another "brining the worst out of you" experiences. It's truely aweful to see the worst in a person when you've known them as another better person for years. Overall, i've seen that this journey(altough just moving from phase one to phase two) has caused me to replace carefreeness with perfectionism and conformism, replace immature with (with no intention of self praise) slightly mature ( i have a long way to go), replace stupid jokes and brainless conersations with seriousness and meaningful conversations, replace being overloud and overt with maybe a bit of silence and well, i'm still overt, to big to miss (at least thats what Hasan and Ivo tell me). I'm glad for these changes, i rather have meaning in what i do, say, and think, rather than something pointless.

Well, okay, a reflection always has to end, at least until the next time a reflection is required.

New Place, New blog

2007-08-01T05:41:00.000-07:00

Okay, so its like this, I've just moved into Pelangi Utama, its a condo about 30 mins walk from One Utama new wing. Our unit is on the 5th floor, pool facing, with an unhidered view. My room is the one with the BEST pool view and, as Eric would call it, a very nice emo corner.
As most of you would know, i'm starting this blog up bcoz friendster blog is dead boring...zzz... und es ist schade...Auf Wiedersehen...