Monday 31 August 2009

Independence

Happy Independence Day, my country.

You may have nothing much to show for 52 years, but you know, there are worse countries.

Keep up the good work. ;)

PS: Is this ISA worthy? :P

Sunday 30 August 2009

Puasa

Puasa, Day One.

Yes I know; officially, I'm a week late. But who cares?

I was good though. I felt really light the whole day.

But then dinner came...bwahahaha!

Visit

It just sucks when you go to your cousins' house bearing chocolates and the first thing you see one of them doing is jamming on his new guitar. You should by then that it is going to be one of those visits.

He just couldn't stop rubbing it into my face, how well he could play. =.= I mean, yeah okay he is kinda, sorta, good. But he didn't have to show off did he?

Well maybe showing off was okay. But saying shit like "Omg you're so slow" when I demonstrated my somewhat mediocre skills, (at his request no less) is just plain mean! Argh!

What more, his nine year old brother has a bigger mouth, and an untuned guitar. Heaven help us. *rolls eyes*

Yes indeed, a typical visit to the house of the relatives.

They're family, I'm not allowed to hate em. Go figure.

Thursday 27 August 2009

Campus

I was standing on the first floor outside my lecture hall, munching on a donut, when i realised that my campus looks awesome.







And look what made its way into campus the other day.


Mr Bean's Mini Cooper with a can of Coconut Juice on top. I know, Coconut Juice. What will they think of next?

Wednesday 26 August 2009

Punk'd

When I received the call, I was at my desk, lazing. I picked up the phone and surprisingly, the person knew my name.

"Hi Sudarshan Nair, I'm Genevieve, calling from Palace of the Golden Horses. I would like to inform you that you've been chosen to have dinner with Bunkface and Boys Like Girls on September (something)." She had an accent. Believable.

My first thought was "Wtf why is Boys Like Girls still in Malaysia?" but no, I ignored my instincts.

"What? Sorry can you repeat that?" I found it hard to believe that I was chosen for something. It rarely happens. She repeated what she said.

And then I laughed. I mean, what could I do?

"Is this a prank?" And I laughed even more.

She sounded taken aback. Very believable, I tell you. "Er no Sudarshan, this is not a prank. You really were chosen to have dinner with Bunkface and Boys Like Girls."

At that moment I felt pathetic; what if it really was true? I was embarrassing myself in front of gwai los. So I went along with it.

"Er, how did I get chosen?"

"Well, it was random actually. We just chose your number. Now, do you accept this invitation? Sudarshan, this is not a prank"

She was talking quite alot. It was quite believable. I guess I was also weirded out that this happened.

But I laughed even more.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Well because these kind of things don't usually happen to me. So I'm just surprised."

Playing for more time, I tried to think of all the people I thought who might have been able to do this. I couldn't have been anyone I knew because her voice wasn't one I recognized. So, I gave in.

"So do you accept this invitation? Once again Sudhan, this is not a prank"

I answered yes.

"Okay so you have accepted our invitation to join Bunkface and Boys Like Girls at Palace of the Golden Horses, on September (something, or was it November?) I want to remind you again, Sudarshan, that this is not a prank."

"Okay okay. Yes, I guess I accept then."

"GOTCHA! Sudarshan, this is a prank and you have NOT been invited to have dinner with Boys Like Girls and Bunkface..." Heavy and contant giggling in the background. Omg.

"Omg omg omg omg omg omg omg" was going on in my head. This was sooo embarrasing, I was soo worried for a moment, thinking that it might be Hitz.fm or something. Freaking embarrassing.

But then she said "I am L***** friend of R*****"

Then I did a double take. "What? Who are you?" And she told me again, though she excluded that she was a friend of R*****. Dunno why, but I didn't realise that.

"How did you get my number?" I laughed.

"I saw you the other day...er..at *****."

What?! How did she see me? Then I was reminded of the friend she mentioned.

"Do you know R*****?"

"What? No, I don't know anyone named R*****."

"Is that a fake accent?" I asked, slightly pissed off. I didn't know what else to say.

Thursday 20 August 2009

Poll

Okay, so the poll is closed.

Only 15 people voted, in three weeks. That's just pathetic, because the number of weekly visits this blog gets is averagely 50. However, when life gives you lemons, sometimes you just gotta make lemonade. Sometimes.

So anyway, let's take a look at the poll, and what I have to say about it, plus my decisions about it.

"Yes, keep up the good work Sudhan. You are godsend."
10 people.
Wtf you people, don't you guys want me to do better? I've never been insulted more in my life.

"No, it's even better."
4 people.
Aw, thanks you guys. You guys are the best ;)

"It could use more work."
1 person.
I know who you are, and you've not heard the last of me. You just can't appreciate good work.

Now, after the poll I have made my decision on what to do about this blog. Since majority voted that my blog rocks, *stink eye to the one who voted "It could use more work"* I've decided that I won't change a thing. I'll keep doing what I'm doing, since I'm godsend.

Hey, majority wins, right? ;)

Sunday 16 August 2009

Funneh

Can anybody guess why this screen grab from Facebook is funneh? xD

Stalk much?

Sunday 9 August 2009

Fran

Meet Fran. :)

Goodbye

Oh my god, this line is bloody long.

We're at KLIA, to see Koen off as he goes back to the Netherlands. This could (not) turn emotional.

Or should I say geriatric. The freakin check-in line!! Why couldn't they open more counters?!

We're standing in line while summing up the past two weeks. He (says) he had fun and indeed did (not) like the food at Malaysia. We're glad he did (not) have fun. We did (not) have fun as well. It's almost (not) a shame to see him go. I've gotten used to life with him.

Yes, I do mean that! Look, when Koen is around there's always breakfast and dinner. Sometimes lavish. Usually we don't have nice hearty breakfasts and dinner at home because...well I don't know. My parents decide not to.

However, with Koen around, we needed to adapt to the gwailo lifestyle for a little while. This is good news for me as I always have a nice big breakfast set on the table and a good big dinner.

Let me see. I took him to dinners at TGI Fridays, Thai, Japanese, and North Indian restaurants, lunch at Chillis, McDonalds, Starbucks and not to forget he took us to Shook! for dinner on his last night. Yes sirree, life has been goooood.

One thing for sure, he said, he aint gonna have chicken for awhile. Well I don't eat beef or pork, so naturally he got accustomed to my life for the past two weeks. :P

This friggin line! Ugh die you incompetent MAS bastards, die!

Oh look we're up. :)

***

We're at the gates. We will not be able to accompany him from here on in. He goes in, and down the escalator.

Fly Koen, fly~!

Fly~!

The hell outta here.

***

Goodbye Koen! Having you in Malaysia was fun, if not inconvenient! I learnt alot about...er...about stuff, and yeah I can't wait to (not) come to the Netherlands.


TGIF

Yucks, I friggin hate TGI Fridays. Anyone who wants to take me out, please please please please do NOT take me to TGI Fridays.


Take me to Chilli's instead! :D

Pay It Forward


"Think of an idea to change the world, and then put it into action"

A helping hand is crap, or so I thought. I mean wouldn't you be indebted to the helper if he/she helped you in any way? Exactly. Which is why I generally did not think that helping others was necessary. But that's not to say I never accepted it.

But more to the point is the use of the past tense of the word did. I did not like help.

But my god! This movie changes everything! Watch it. Watch watch watch :D

Note: It's not pay it back. It's pay it forward. A little hint for ya ;)

Saturday 8 August 2009

Monday

I am usually overcome with the Monday blues on Mondays. Not today however. My day starts pretty well.

I enter class early to prepare for my Japanese assignment the next day. Damn. I'm so gonna die. I can barely speak Japanese. Damn.

Anyway, I'm sure I'll be fine. I'll somehow obtain the ability to speak fluently by tomorrow evening. Hey! It could happen. Lot's of stuff happen overnight. Ask Hilary Clinton.

So then class starts when Mr Koay enters. Somehow, Mr Koay is very patient. He will walk from one wall to the other asking "Any problems?"

Really, I counted. The record for my semester is 10-20 times. He kept asking when everyone had just entered class and wasn't ready.

Then someone says "Question 6"



Mr Koay: OK. So write 15! in the full form lah. So 15 x 14 x 13 and so on lah. Then 15 is 3 x 5 lah. And 14 is 7 x 2 lah. And 13 is 13 lah. Then 12 is 2 x 2 x 3 so 2^2 x 3 lah. Then 11 is 11 lah. Then 10 is 2 x 5 lah. 9 is 3^2 lah. 8 is 2^3. 7 is 7 lah. 6 is 2 x 3 and 5 is 5 lah. Then 4 is 2^2 lah. Then 3 x 2 x 1 lah. Then you get 2^11 x 3^6 x 5^3 x 7^2 x 11 x 13 lah.


I laugh all through his explanantion. I mean, it's effective because he's writing on the board and explaining it well, yet it's so damn funneh the way he says it. Mr Koay is like one the lecturers who can't put me to sleep. :)

Speaking of laugh, have you met Xiu Quan?


This guy never fails to crack me up. Really. I've come to a point where I laugh when I look at his face. He thinks I'm weird (To be specific he thinks I'm a so hai) but still, he said he understands. When I told him he's a funny guy, he said that many people have told him that.

When we get to the computer lab, we take two computers. He teaches me how to set the language input to Japanese, so that I can type in Japanese for the report. So, I follow his instructions and manage to do it. But when I turn to him, he's staring at the monitor.

"I cannot change to Japanese leh.." he says.

"Try to click this one...then this then this..." I suggest to him, showing him which icon to click.

Finally he gets the right one. "Ah got it d...in Hiragana now," he says.

"Okay, but the thing you're supposed to type is in English, you know," I say.

The look on his face is priceless.

Sunday 2 August 2009

Concert


This is a concert ticket. I am attending this concert. As soon as Saffuan gets here.

Let me introduce you to one more person in my life.



I've known Saffuan since Form 4. He was new and we were both late on the first day of school and were sitting at the back of the hall with the rest of the tardies (that year itself I became a prefect; go figure).

***

I'm sitting in the hall and waiting for the teachers to finish her bloody speech. God this is taking so long. Suddenly the guy in front of me turns:

Saffuan: Hi, I'm Saffuan.
Sudhan: Er, hi.
Saffuan: What's your name?
Sudhan: Sudhan.

After that he talked about some shit which did not register in my head. Seriously, he was blabbering about his past. Does the look of interest lie on my face? I think not. Then why is he talking?

Sudhan: That's interesting...

After the assembly, the Form 4 students are asked to congregate at the front of the hall to sit for our streaming test.

Saffuan: *still talking*
Sudhan: Er, we have to go do the test now.
Saffuan: What test?
Sudhan: Er...the test that will determine which classes we get into.
Saffuan: Oh so where do we sit.
Sudhan: Well we sit in our classes, the ones we were in back in Form 3.
Saffuan: But I don't have a class.

Oh god, this guy is incessant.

Sudhan: Well look for other students who are lost...I gtg! Bye!

And I run off. Boy, it was good to get rid of him. I sit with my classmates and finish up the test.
Later after I've been assigned to my class, I go to the designated room. As I enter I notice an empty seat, and I take it.

"Hi again"

I turn to the seat beside me. It's Saffuan.

***


And that's how I came to know Saffuan. Since then we were in the same class and yeah all the way to Form 5.

And he's late. Some things never change.