Not Fun Anymore

‘90% of the Cadbury chocolates sold in the country were made locally using only local ingredients, while the other 10% were imported from Australia and New Zealand.’ — Managing director of Cadbury Confectionary (M) Sdn Bhd Blair Sailes on our safe chocolates.

No wonder Malaysian’s Cadbury Chocolates sucked.

they’re crumbly, too milky, too sweet and kiam siap. Like the bar of black forest the other day, I didn’t even had a bit of jellies. Where are them jellies? Where the hell have they gone? Damn.

I’ll tell you what’s the better brand of chocolate in Malaysia. It’s Van Houten. Well they’re not that good too, but better somehow. I like the dark chocolate the best. Case closed.

It was a fine morning when we left. A stopover at Gopeng for breakfast, some business settled, then lunch at Kampar. But our true destination is the Sg. Klah hot springs.

We arrived at Sungkai in the afternoon, about 2.30, paid 5MYR for entrance, got changed into swimsuit  and *wheeee***~~~~  I flew into the common pool. It was warm, no big deal.

Then, we walked around and found a few smaller pools, which were labelled 30-33 Celsius, 35-38 and 42-50 Celsius accordingly. I thought that 30-33 should be manageable because our body temperature is 36.5 C. After dipping my toes in it, I found that it was not a very comfortable temperature. But I tried going further, because afterall we're here to soak in a hot spring. Hmpph. In went my legs, after 2-3 minutes, my ass, gradually my whole body, neck-down. It was bloody hot. About 10 minutes later, I went running back into the common pool. There, just nice.  

Then it rained. No biggie, it only adds to the whole experience.

Then, believe it or not, the whole park bloody FLOODED!!  

Since the whole park is at a slope, water gushed down from higher grounds. The rain was heavy, very heavy and it brought all the muddy, murky water down. We thought it would stop raining and we could go back to the common pool. But to our dismay, the dirty water even flowed into the pool and coloured it yellowish orange. So, we decided it's time to go. We trudged around in knee-deep water. The current was so strong that I couldn't keep my flip-flops on. First, I lost the one on my left foot, then the other one followed suit. Luckily I had an extra pair of shoe in the car.

But while in the water, I went on crying out "wat tat …eeewww.. ……….wat tat"  after every step that I took. In between, me and my brother laughed liked idiots making up what's lurking near us in the water. All the while we held hand because the current was THAT strong. It is really a bad feeling when you're uncertain of what's in the water and what is it that you're stepping on with your  bare feet. I don't like it at all. But we had a good laugh. Now, that's an experience that's hard to forget.

*wat tat- in Cantonese, it means disgusting* 

We took showers and by then, the water has subsided and we were able to walk to the carpark, which was quite a distance, safely. I, of course, had to walk barefooted all the way. At the entrance we saw a whole tour-bus-load of oldies waiting. I bet they were told that the pools are not in condition for them. I pity them. Imagine coming all the way to this god-forsaken place just to be told "sorry la aunty, hujan lebat la, air dah kotor…..tak boleh mandi". At least we had more than an hour's worth of hot spring bathing. We've also been told that this is the first time such a thing has happened. Pity.

Overall, it was a great place. Not that many people, but they have enough place to accommodate more. Upkeeping is great, it can be seen that the facilities are still in good condition. And there were many workers around, raking, walking around and all. There's a cafeteria, but we didn't eat there cos, there is better food in Kampar, not far away. But the whole journey took about 2 hours from Sitiawan. Not bad, we've gone further for less meaningful purposes. Like driving through the whole north of the Peninsular, down to Kl and back to Sitiawan just for the heck of it.

Now, I'm having the after-effects of a hot spring bath. The whole body is hot and I'm like radiating heat. And a bit of dehydration.

I'm off for a cool shower now.

One of the damn classic funny things me and my bro blurted out over these few weeks. We are meanies, you've been warned.

1. The tale of the fatty lover.

A car pulled up in front of our postbox and straightaway our heads turned. We were working on our computers and we have quite a clear view of the front gate, if we want to. So, a fatty( from hereon should be known as fei mui) lady, about 20-ish came out of the car, but seemed hesitant. I think she wasn't sure if our house was the right house. After getting in and out from her car, after much assurance from her passenger, she dropped something into our letterbox. But before that, we managed to make up stupid stuff. When the car first stopped, our conversation started.

Me: Eh, who's that ah? Your friend ah?

Bro: hmm?? dunno ler, not my friend la.

(pause for about 3 seconds, when fei mui got off her car)

Bro: Must be the fei mui got love letter for me la. She shouldn't have la. See, so 'guai shu'. Like wanna post donwanna post liddet.

Me: uhh…(stared at him …………and finally guffawed) 

*guai shu- thief-like, stealthy

(at this point, we laughed like shit already, stifling it a bit as not to wake my parents up from their nap and yeah, not to let the fei mui hear it.)

then the fei mui left.

Me: *wiping some tears away* Oi, go get your love letters la.

Bro: umm… wait ah, got something more to do. (stares back at computer)

Me: Oi, faster la. I wanna know what she wrote la…..

Bro: ………………….Okok….(went off)

After that, we were met with disappointment. Not only because it's not a love letter, they are a bunch of letters meant for us, some opened up. Apparently, our mail has been redirected to the housing developer's address(Kar Sin). And particularly, my bro's graduate confirmation letter has lost its envelope and bore the signs of handling (i.e. abit creased). But luckily they reached us alright. Thieves, reading other's letters like that.

But I had a hard laugh.

Will, post others when I can finally recall the stories.

Organic?

organic veggies should be planted by Amish hippies, managed without pesticides, with spring water channelled from some bloody well, with the soil trampled by bare feet, fertilized by the said hippies' healthy poop and most importantly, they must be lulled by the hippies' singing, day and night. There you go, whether the wriggled veggie is edible or not is another story, because, them veggies are f*cking organic, babeh!

Don't get me going about organic livestocks. Bloody load of bullshit. 

Shame on you ppl for buying some organic produce at a very much ridiculous price. It reflects on your intelligence level.

So what if the things we eat are laden with chemicals or not? So what if they were genetically modified? We humans have been on the face of the earth for so long, don't you think we've managed to evolved even a wee bit to overcome diseases? If we stop eating rubbish now, our kids will die a horrifying death when houseflies land on their noses.

I pooh-pooh your organic snobbery. 

I enjoy mass-farmed, pesticide resistant spinach at 1MYR per bunch, thankyouverymuch. 

I also pooh-pooh Ronaldo for when I'm finally able to appreciate footballing skills, he went on and got fatter.

hmmph.

Enough of pooh-pooh-ing, I'm now going to thank the heavens above for bestowing me the convenience of having Home Curry House near my place. And not forgetting that there's an Azad's Corner back in campus which provided me with much good curry. *looks up the sky with beads of tears rolling off cheeks, happy*

I actually enjoyed the deep-fried bitter-gourd and cauliflower. It was quite weird to me before this. 

Streamyx is a bloody rip-off. Of the 512kb/s promised, only 89kb/s ia actually working. When I called the support, the *basket* said that if you can use more than 17% of the package chosen, it is working alright. I've calculated, I'm actually using 17.38% of my line. Should I be thanking the powers that be now?

17.38% of my ass. I hate them. Them monopolizing liars. They cheat money off innocent, desperate, internet addicts. I hate them to the guts. Just because there are no other lines to give some competition here that they slack-off and give empty promises.

Chinkak harlou mouchee…. damn streamyx.

Rot in hell already. 

Been playing ping-pong for a few days now. I'm getting the hang of it. Hehehhe…..hehe

keep yours eyes on the ball. This is very important.

And I got a Transcend thumbdrive for 88MYR. Quite a steal I guess. But the real price to pay was a scolding from Mrs. Lee for being spendthrift, for spending money I didn't earn…yadda yadda…. *sigh*

I guess that's all. 

ciao!

So, I was doing some gardening, chopping up some cane to clean the area and a middle-aged couple came around the corner, on bicycles. They looked around and I think they're interested in those houses diagonally opposite to mine. They couldn't get in because the houses are locked to keep looters away. So, the husband asked me if they were occupied. And I answered no. Okay, first contact made. While the husband was busy finding ways to get into the house, the wife chatted me up.

Sorry, did you get me the first time? I said she CHATTED ME UP.

Big mistake, middle-aged woman, for I don't CHAT with strangers. I was wearing my Convent T-shirt so she asked which form I was in. I answered I'm in college already, sien. Then she went on and on, on and on. But before that she asked "You cannot speak BM? You Malaysian mesti tahu cakap Bm…." or something to that effect, I was too occupied with her insult to remember in what language she asked. Oh no, middle-aged woman, never assume I don't know how to speak BM, pee in your pants already, for I will unravel my fury on you, in a second.

Though I'm not Malay, it's a big-mistake to say something like that to me. I've been speaking BM since time immemorial. Since KINDERGARTEN, no, even before kindergarten, cos my frens are all malays, I speak better BM then than now, middle-aged woman. By standard Six I've already quite a high level of proficiency in BM, though from a Chinese school because, there, I was drilled in BM for some dumb quizzes. Sien. But after that, my BM stopped improving because, basically, there is no need to. I am that good.

No, actually, there's no need to improve because it's just not important as other subjects. Then I was in Convent and every now and then, I get to speak in BM.

So, with a roll of the tongue, I answered all her subsequent questions in perfect BM, slang-less and with perfect intonations. Take that, b*tch. Hahaha….

I hope she's not going to be my neighbour. If she really becomes my neighbour, then I hope she's scared of me already.

aihh……

So, it's quite obvious she's Malay. I didn't want to mention it earlier because, it will impair judgement, it would make u guys think that I'm racist. It's such a bother, this racism thingie, because other ppl might take offence in really perfectly normal everyday conversation. It makes ppl to be on the lookout for racist statements when, really, there's none.

Well, I've read it on some fella's blog (his name is Vincent, I found the link from another stranger's blog), that Malaysians should f*ck everybody else to get a rojak of truly malaysians. End of story. I like this idea but I don't think it'll ever work. hahah

Now, you know I'm unfriendly towards everybody, regardless of race or creed.

It’s morning already and I can’t sleep even though I’m dead tired. Damn….

Waiting to watch Brazil vs. Croatia. Should be exciting enough to keep me from sleeping afterwards……

Well, 3 month’s time is coming to an end in 2 more weeks. I can’t believe I actually loafed around for so long, woohhoooo! yippee yay! 

And Pb finally commented, on a not-so-recent post…..with a not-so-exciting comment….*yawn*

yeala, okla, so in Uniten cannot use the comment thing la……  pls don’t get angry… *runs*

 Something weird happened to me today, while walking aimlessly in Ipoh Parade.

I was coming down the escalator when I heard somebody say “That’s the girl la!”, loudly. *If not loudly, then I wouldn’t turn and look la*

Then, I was quite blur lo, I was quite sure it came from that girl, 3 o’clock. It took me about 2 seconds to finally remember her face. One-Mississippi-two-Mississippi…….. OWWWWH!! The girl from the tuition place! Then we exchanged smiles and nods.

So, I’m curious, why say it so loudly? and why say ‘that’s the girl la!’. Keyword here is “That”, why not ‘Hey, doesn’t she look familiar?’……Hmmm, but I don’t mind though. I’m actually known of presence.

But, did I do something wrong?                    *look left, look right* 

I am so confused right now. 

I so wanna play football. Who wants to play football? Like, I’m staying in Murni next sem, can play there? Ping pong oso can la, but somebody has to teach me….and that somebody should be the AJK or something, so that can use the ping pong room anytime. heheh… 

Something depressed me today(yesterday, whatever). The Star’s In-tech ran a review about a Nokia phone with the headline ‘Back to Basics’. So, I kept on reading. But one particular line caught my eye, it said “monochrome is a rarity nowadays”. Can I cry now? (T_T)

I have a Nokia 2100, almost 2 and a half years old, monochrome and monotone. The battery is dying and I think I’m gonna replace it. It served me well. Until it breaks, I have no good reason to get a new phone(if the person paying is my dad). I could buy a V3i now and my bank accounts will suffer major hemorrhages. I’m very kedekut, so I’ll wait. Good thing is, I’m quite patient with these things. Heh. 

And may I say, no Korean players are good looking, only one is on the ‘Passable List’ and that person is Ahn Jung Hwan(hope I got his name right, I lazy to Google). One particular yong sui one, is the guy with white hair, named Chun Soo who scored the first goal for S.Korea. He looked abit like Lin Jun Jie, the taiwanese singer. J.J Lin sucks. Yeah, you heard me right. And I think Salifou from Togo should ’sau pei’ cos he had many attempts to score and wasted them. But the first goal from Kader was beautiful. How’s that for a football review?  

*Hmpph*I’ve played football when you guys were still in diapers, don play-play ah. Thanks to my dad who dragged me along*

But the rules of the game elude me, oh, the strategies too, oh and the nifty footworks…

I can shoot the ball and stop it quite decently, though lacking power, it’s acceptable. Since I’m a girl hor…. 

There’s only one thing in my mind recently, which is,

I DON’T WANNA GO BACK TO UNITEN!!! WAAAAA!!!

                              (T_________T)

oh yeah, Jess, if you’re reading this, have fun going back to college. All the best! Have a safe journey!!

I don’t mean to poke fun at u….*smirk* 

woe be me.

Internet is hard to come by, cos bloody streamyx is so unstable and my bro's computer is so bloody flooded with downloads after downloads. My computer can't connect to his computer because it's so slow anyway and he tinkered with some firewall stuff. So, I didn't bother.
And I really have nothing to talk about right now.

Anybody heard the songs 'Trees' by Marty Casey & The Lovehammers? Good stuff. 

Ohh…..without the internet, I found something else to do on the computer. I've been playing Counter Strike with my bro these past few days. It is teh fun. I can snipe pretty well now. **beams with pride**

Though my bro says I suck at the game, but hey, I've been only playing for a few days whereas he's been furiously training since Form 2.  FORM T-W-O!!That's 9 long years.  And I manage to out-snipe him, sometimes. When I'm lucky. Heh. 

well, that's about all. Just hope I'll be able to play CS in Uniten, when I'm dead bored. 

Yeah, World Cup has started. -_-" 

It's fun to have a fart-a-thon with a sibling and be surrounded by bad air. Disgusting, yes but FUN, nevertheless. Especially on a hot day with nothing to do.  Bak kut teh seems to be quite good for this purpose. Hmm…..and ginger, loads of ginger.

Ok, the thing is we were both stuck trying to fix the computer. His computer wasn't up to par(his standards) and he downloads a new copy of windows. Meanwhile, my computer is having trouble connecting to the internet with his computer as a gateway. So, both computers are kaput. While tinkering and waiting, I would practise playing the guitar and do whatever that keeps me occupied. Then he farted. For the next few days, I did not hold back and neither did he. One hot day in particular, his fart stank the whole room and lingered for about 1 minute. And I darted out of the room, giving him a death stare. hmm…. yeah….ewwws

Another word we always use instead of 'fart' is 'whizzzzzzzzpop'. My mom started it first. 

So I formatted my computer and install a fresh copy of xp sp2, the windows genuine notification along with it. Yes, it is VERY naggy. Or, 'cheong hei' if u prefer. So I went online and read about removing the bitch of a pop-up. The best way it seems, is to download a certain file(which was cracked beforehand) and replace the original file in system32 with that downloaded file. Do this in safe mode and be sure to download the right version. The filename is legitcheckcontrol.dll, and the downloaded file will have the same name but a bigger size. About 1 KB more. Then restart and you're done. I had to restart twice, before it had any effect. Anyway, for some ppl this way still won't clear the problem and they had to replace 2 more files or manually delete the files alto gether. But deleting the files, you still can't use windows update. That's y it's said that it's the best method evarr….Nvm, it's a small problem to fix. Pretty simple.

So now that I am fit as a fiddle and ready to go, I have nowhere to go. 

Impatience will not cook a chicken.

When barbequeing the chicken, don’t be too anxious. A chicken needs time for enough heat to get through its inner layer of meat. Just because holding the too near to the fire is no reason to drop that chicken and look for the grill to put the chicken on. When burned, basting sauce is good enough an antiseptic, remember, the chicken needs to be on the fire, no time to get the Bruno. To check whether a chicken is done, poke the meat with something that is pointy and see if juices/blood runs out. If yes, don’t get it off the fire just yet, no matter how charred the skin is. The charring is your fault for placing it too near the fire. When all is done(you think) and everyone is waiting while the chicken is being chopped, and it’s discovered that some parts are still uncooked, just pop the bloody thing into the microwave oven on medium-high for 3 minutes. Voila~