Archive for June, 2007
in a sudden burst of school spirit, the prawn, the parrot and the pinkpau went to visit their former high school today.
i was so excited i could barely contain myself. seriously! i even wore my school uniform just for fun; shirt neatly tucked in, of course.
at the trophy cabinet
we arrived at about 11 in the morning. it was just like old times, waltzing into school during recess after missing 3 hours of classes, hahaha! elizabeth, who is still the receptionist after maybe an eternity of working with the school, insisted we get permission from the head of secondary before we were allowed into the building. like that also can! after giving X amount of money to the school after all these years, you’d think we’d at least be warmly welcomed back into the folds of our alma mater with open arms -___-
to our disappointment, the school was rather empty coz most teachers and students were away for the full-dress rehearsal of the school’s annual play that’s staging tomorrow. (which we are going for! yay!) nevertheless, we still got to catch up with some of our former teachers, and also make some noise with former schoolmates as well as our classmates’ younger siblings who seem to be growing up so quickly. malcolm has a girlfriend now, whom he keeps spying on lovingly from yonder blue classroom door! awwwww!
sieutheng looking at a BM essay some student wrote. man! we used to do that shit!
there are so many new teachers walking the halls of the school now. despite many of our favourite teachers like Ms Doh and Mr Mani flying the coop, it’s comforting to know that many old senior faces like Encik Iskhandar, Pn Rokiah and Encik Adenan are still around. it’s okay if the lobby bookshop that used to be run by the grumpy Aunty with curly hair has since closed down, and that i dont even remember how the canteen looked like back in 1995 because it has undergone maybe six hundred and seventy two renovations since then… as long as some of our teachers are still around, everything still feels familiar. even if only slightly so.
walking around the school, there were so many memories that just came flooding back. i remember how on my very first week of school, i was in Standard 1 and i met this boy i really liked. his name was Steven and we got along really well. i even went home and told my mother about him. later that week when she dropped me off at school, she asked if i would take her to meet him and i said okay. after that, i walked with him down to the courtyard for morning assembly and he said anxiously, ‘wah damn scared man while talking to your mother!’ and i remembered thinking how cute it all was. after he moved away in Std 3, we lost contact. only recently did we get back in touch via his sister, but he’s now nothing more than a Friendster friend whose profile i dont view.
hopscotching
Std 4 was when class-streaming started, and that was the most defining year for us because it pretty much determined who you would study with 8 hours a day for the next 8 years. since 4A till 5Science1, most of my classmates are the same faces, give or take a few new kids, people who changed schools, as well as B class students who got promoted - one of whom would later become one of the smartest kids our school ever produced, another two of whom are my best friends today.
and another one of whom i was head over heels in lust for, and probably still have a teeny weeny crush on till today. cough.
and Tze remember how when i was 10 and you were 12, we used to read Sweet Valley books and then we would discuss them on the phone wtf! remember Benjamin Liew wtf.
the courtyard, where we’ve had morning assemblies, kompang and bunga manggar affairs, senamrobik when ms anne was still around, early morning loitering, boys brigade meetings
after Std 6, many of us stayed back in our school whilst some went to other high schools. lots of new kids joined us in Form 1 : ivan who sat beside wai min and had what was supposedly a crush on her hahahaha (ivan you better start getting your stories straight), lynn-nee whom everyone said was my twin, sze yin who was so mild-mannered back then! i’m glad that all these new kids came when they did - life now would be so different without them. and i joined the Christian Fellowship in Form 1. i cannot put into words how different my life would be if i hadn’t taken that ECA form and put a tick on the Christian Fellowship checkbox. songjun isnt it scary to know that we may not have met if i hadn’t joined CF when i did!
Form 1 was also when i met my first love. haha yes, my first love! oh what a story. one that deserves a whole long post of its own. a tale for another day :)
the 2nd floor corridor where many a romantic thing happened
Form 2 was perhaps the most dramatic year of my high school life, because teenagers can be so theatrical that way. it was interesting and i learned many a lesson that matured me quickly. it was also my ‘nice’ year, and the beginning of a 4-year seating plan with The Four Of Us, ie the penguin, the prawn, the parrot and the pinkpau! plus ivan :P who doesnt have a P-nickname because jovann decided to name him Dubur instead. heeheehee. very apt right. yes i know.
the window and fire hose thingy where we used to chitchit at during our Form 2 year. then i saw a dead lizard on the windowsill and never stood there again
jin hang, Form 2 was the year i yelled at you in class. hahaha sorry lah dont angry i give you chocolate ok?
Form 3 was PMR year and the year i turned into a delinquent. haha! i was either many hours late for school or would not turn up at all for days on end. and i always wore these orange shorts to school that pissed the hell out of the strict teachers who liked to harp on imej pelajar. aiya but despite all that i still got damn good results. so what if they didn’t let me be a prefect! so what if they disliked me so much and said i had disciplinary problems! so what if my skirt was a few inches too short! i still got my straight A’s for PMR!
the longest year ever was Form 4. man, i swear. but it was also my favourite year. even though it feels like i cried in the school toilet one too many times.
sieutheng and i with my Short Brother, who is actually not that short anymore because he’s now as tall as i am!
jonathan, we met you in Form 4! do you remember how antisocial you were! and then when i asked you if you knew sieutheng’s ex-boyfriends from your former school, you said with this frown on your face, “why do you mix with this kind of people?” hahahaha!
Form 5 Form 5 Form 5. the first half was all good fun and games, and then come mid-year it was panic city coz of SPM. i still didnt like going to school and i still argued with my teachers and they still thought that i should be suspended for disciplinary issues. aiya but despite all that i still got good results! so what if they didnt let me run for student council president! so what if they always saw it appropriate to belittle and discourage me for anything i tried to do! so what if my skirt was still a few inches too short! i still got 12A’s for SPM!
(and one B for Biology lah but let’s not bring up sad stories)
and Form 5 was the year we lost to SMK Damansara Jaya in the Taylors Debate and they went on to win the trophy wtf wtf yes i have beef with all DJ people ever since then!!! DJians you all too much oredi. why everything oso you all must win! leave some trophies for the rest of us in the Klang Valley can anot!
we used to hang out at this area in the back stairwell during recess and lunch hour when the prefects would chase us out of the classrooms
siigh those were the days lor really wan lor. walking around school today was like being taken through a whole montage of events. it felt crazy and overwhelming, like a little balloon that welled up deep inside of me and expanded to encompass my entire being. all these experiences and memories are just bigger than me. i ran my fingers along the smooth painted walls of the corridors the way i used to do while walking back to class, and the sensation of it felt exactly the same as it did when i was 7 years old, 9 years old, 13 years old, 17 years old.
it’s true what they say, your high school years are the best and worst of your life.
i saw Pn Nages in the lounge; she’s the librarian, who like Elizabeth the receptionist, has also been working in the school ever since the beginning of time. seeing her, i felt the urge to inform her that her library has naughty fiction that gave the 11-year-old me many a wild dream back in the day. ah but then one must let the serendipity of nature take its course. one must not deprive other kids of reprieves from their sheltered sexually-uninformed lives. and so i didnt say anything.
with the security guard who would always quietly let me into school late without informing the admins!
some conversation snippets from the day :
pn ros : MENGAPA RAMBUT BERWARNA
me : sorry lah cikgu, i promise tomorrow i dye back black!
pn ros : tak boleh! BSL, BSL!
(bsl = borang salah laku / student offence form)
pn rokiah : (to me) button your baju!!
pn rokiah : (to sieutheng) button your kulit!!
pn jamaliah : datang tak bawa buah tangan pun
pn rokiah : tapi bawa buah dada
me : ms vasinthi, jonathan sends his regards (actually bluff wan, jonathan never sent oso hahaha)
ms vasinthi : jonathan? who’s jonathan?
me : aiyo! jonathan, miss!!!
ms vasinthi : ohhh, the new boy!
me, aira, st : HAHAHAHA
mr khoo : (to aira) so are you doing physics now?
aira : yup
mr khoo : (to me) this one for sure not doing science wan
me : SIR YOU DONT FORGET I GOT A1 FOR PHYSICS OKAY
pn munap : su ann, you shouldnt do psychology. i think you should do law, because you have a criminal mind.
me : …………….
the toaster in the staffroom
June 15th, 2007
it’s a given - anyone who parties knows who Benassi is. remember how back in 2003 and 2004, Benny Benassi’s Satisfaction seemed to be pounding in your ears everywhere you went? it was played in every club and party scene, in every DJ’s remix, and was the anthem of every roadside pirated DVD stand. and, of course, the anthem of all your friends’ cars. the song quickly became the new Sandstorm (you all remember Sandstorm!), the new Stayin’ Alive of our era.
i missed Benassi the last time he was on our shores spinning at Atmosphere (!), so when i heard he was headlining the UV Nation rave, i simply had to go. it’s going to be soooooooooo good, i would squeal with a big grin! uv theme + benassi + scot project + bass agents + joey g + rooftop venue = i am so there! :D
but alas, it was bad. marilah kawan-kawan i tell you why!
Bad Entrance
sieutheng, ivan and i got there at about 9pm, and we were greeted by this massive long ass line that snaked and coiled throughout the 1U carpark. oh mein gott. entrance was horrible - or fantastic if you didnt actually buy tickets - because people just shoved their way in. i cant believe ticket-check consisted of TWO girls who could barely manage the antsy crowd. where were the bouncers? my underage brother and his equally underage friends got in, and half the world went in without paying. also, you could have brought in your own liquor or drugs and no one would have stopped you. remember Revelation 2004 at Genting? now THAT was a door check.
Bad Lighting
i thought that the Ultraviolet theme was brilliant, but that was unexpectedly also the downfall of this rave, as we quickly discovered upon entering the arena. BECAUSE IT WAS SO DAMN DARK!! we couldnt see shit except for the purple glows emanating from people (cleverly) wearing white. it was valiant, i suppose, to want to preserve the UV theme by intentionally leaving the place dark, but it all kinda backfired. it was so disconcerting and a little irritating to not be able to see who you’re talking to or what you’re drinking.
Bad Opening
we arrived when DJ Desire’s set was just ending, and from what little we got of it, it was quite good. Benassi’s introduction was completely FAIL coz of some techy issue or other. after DJ Desire left the decks, the music went off and emcee Joey G was pulled aside into some backstage palaver, leaving the raving crowd in confused and restless silence. WTF. yet everyone remained good-natured; no massive booing or anything.
the opening gambit when Benassi came on, btw, was a fireworks display. yay. (clap clap) at some point during DJ Desire’s set, security ploughed through the crowd and i could have sworn they were leading a couple of people in bagpipes and kilts, and i was thinking wah so clever! it’s a Scottish gambit! but no! that didnt happen! what happened was a short and overused fireworks show. so pertaining to the kilts and bagpipes, either my eyes completely fucked up, or my imagination ran wild, or i wanted to think that there was more than just boring ol’ fireworks. or all three. bah.
Bad Benassi
to cut a really long night short, Benassi sounds better on record than he does live. so what if he had a Coldplay and Chilli Peppers mix? that does not at all redeem him from the lousy set he played that night. is it just me or can he not pick up on the crowd’s vibe? i didnt like all those teasing buildups that he kept doing, they were far too lengthy and too frequent. people kept leaving throughout his set. headliner or not, if you cant entertain, people will go.
and can you believe it but we missed Satisfaction when it played!! stoopid, donno how we could have missed it. haha but when he played Who’s Your Daddy, it was mad fun. sieutheng and i started spanking each other, heehee. summore we were in the gay area of the crowd, so that was all good fun and games, as it always is when you’re in the company of flamboyance and sexy queens! meowwrr!
Bad Light Programming
yes the music was boring. couple that with really unintuitive light programming during the sets, and you get a bad rave experience. a climax just isnt a climax without the right lights and flashes =(
Bad F&B
F&B was a disaster, more so the B than the F. beer ran out by 9.30pm, and after 11pm, EVERYTHING ran out! the thirsty, tired and dehydrated crowd was left without water, mixers or alcohol of any sort for the rest of the night. and not only was there bad supply, but the system was balls - one apparently has to hunt down these girls wearing red UVN shirts to purchase coupons for drinks, but surprise surprise, these girls were nowhere to be found. not that we’d be able to spot them anyway, seeing how the area was pitch black and you cant tell red from blue unless your red is white and therefore glowy.
kesian all the security and crowd management. you cant whack people when you cant even see who you’re whacking!
Bad Crowd
ah i’m sure everyone who went noticed this. almost 20,000 people turned up for the rave, but the crowd was filled with many, many, MANY rempits and neanderthal-like idiots who just spoiled the whole experience for everyone else. when the opening acts were playing, they would yell ‘mothafuckas muthafuckas get off the stage! we didnt pay to see you! you suck! bring out benassi! arrhhhh arhhh i’m so cool! muthafockas muthafockas!’ -______- shaddap lah tiu.
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the Bass Agents came on directly after Benassi’s ‘do, and immediately good music with a good vibe started pumping. awesome possum! unfortunately, we didnt stay long. twas a pity, summore we didnt even get to check out the other arenas, or Scot Project =( eh come to think of it, where was Scot Project spinning??? i assumed he was going to open for Benassi but he didnt. anyway we left lah. we went to Murni’s and then i got food poisoning (again!!) from their Mango Special! arhghghgh.
pictures! :
at the entrance. haha that’s kellyn in pink! i was so preoccupied with taking a picture i didnt realize she was saying hi
it was so dark i had to ++++++ Brightness
lisha and i. she’s sooooooo cute right :D
this is how dry we were at first
and how wet we were after that
hahahhaa fugz so fails in taking pictures!
the main arena, the only place you could see anything
an even wetter ivan, me and sieutheng
me!
seng ming, whom i keep bumping into!
eugeneeee! stupid barger got damn high for SAT
crowd
UVed us
clever ppl wear white so that we can be found easily :D
the light from some side exit that everyone kept flocking to like moths to, well, light. we all exhibit phototropism by nature
after the rave. LIGHT!!!
aiyah in conclusion, it wasnt a good rave lah =(
Satisfaction? hardly.
June 11th, 2007
i once sat beside a girl in the cinema. we were watching a locally-made movie about ghosts in mirrors. we both didn’t like the show, so we kept leaning towards each other and sniggering softly at all the stupid parts. later on when we were out of the cinema hall, and in the ugly green-painted corridors where the shuffling post-movie throng and raucous voices allowed for our own loud autopsy of the movie, we bitched openly about it. i remember thinking, this girl is fun! then i went to the bathroom. and when i came out, she had left. that’s all. that’s it. i never actually got to continue sharing my thoughts with her about the horrible standard of our local horror movies, or tell her that she’s really nice to talk to, or say goodbye to her.
June 10th, 2007
upon return from their weekly midnight jaunt to McDonalds, my brothers kindly presented me with an Oreo McFlurry, with extra Oreo bits, just the way i like it. despite the fact that it was a tad too well-done on the melted side, i was nevertheless grateful.
but for the longest time, i sat on the couch sloshing my thawing mcflurry around, thinking of polar ice caps that are suffering the same fate as my ice cream. such big thoughts eh, for someone sitting in a heavily air-conditioned living room, holding a mass-produced plastic cup in her hand, while all the lights in her bedroom have been indolently left on, none of them energy-saving lightbulbs at that. also, once again, yet another day has gone by where i did not succeed in my little personal pledge of cutting back on usage of tissue paper. i swear that despite all my best intentions, it is so difficult to use just one tissue to blot your face when you get out of the shower - i have to use, like, 5. and i take 3 showers a day. that makes 15 tissues just from post-shower wet-face blotting.
and do i really have to waste that much water taking 3 showers a day??? i think of the 80% of Ethiopian population who don’t have clean drinking water, and my wealthy aunt in Melbourne who cant wash her luxury cars due to the water crisis in Australia, and i feel a little bad. when the environment is in trouble, even the rich are poor.
it was World Environment Day a couple of days ago. someone said to me, “aiyah i’m just one person wat, why should i do anything about environment? not like other people care oso.” and all i did was playfully ask her to wear something green that day. i dont know what makes me sadder, the ignorance or the apathy. or the arrogance. i saw someone spit out of his car window this evening. i sincerely wish people would stop this fucking disgusting habit of theirs.
i know like, maybe, 6 other people in my life who actively try to consume less fossil fuels, refuse to use styrofoam or berate restaurant proprietors for running an environmentally unfriendly facility. if you count the guy at my gym who complained very loudly at the front desk about all the plastic bags that the gym management generously (or so they think) leaves in the lockers for their patrons, then 7. if you count the gay couple behind me in the supermarket queue who were bitching about Carrefour’s ridiculous entrance policy where they bag all your non-Carrefour stuff in Carrefour plastic bags, then 9. if you count the Cathay Pacific air stewardess who lightly told a passenger that the airlines prefers not to give out decks of playing cards because they want to save trees, then 10.
so collectively between the 11 of us, if we all use both sides of the paper when we print, we’d probably be able to save, i donno, 10 trees a year or something. or a 100. and assuming each of us drink 3 can drinks a week, that makes 33 a week, and 1716 aluminum cans recycled a year. not too bad for just 11 people eh.
not exactly pertaining to the environment, but here’s a blog tangent before i forget it : i want to work in McDonalds. not because i’ll get free Oreo Mcflurries with extra cookie bits (though that is undeniably a very big perk), but because i wanna see the look on my McCustomers’ faces when i gleefully tell them that their Chicken McNuggets should really be called Corn McNuggets, because they’re made out of corn (almost 60%) more than they are made out of chicken. isnt that funny! hahaha!
okay everybody go plant a tree today. i’m gonna go turn off all the indolently left-on non-energy saving lightbulbs in my bedroom :)
and i want one of those ‘I’m Not A Plastic Bag’ bags.
on another note, sometimes i cannot get over how unbelievably lucky blessed i am.
June 8th, 2007
an argument over the phone at 5 in the morning :
him : so you dont care about me?
me : i dont care about you.
him : you really dont care about me?
me : i really dont care about you.
him : you dont care about me.
me : yes i dont care about you! i hate you!
(pause)
him : no, you love me.
(pause)
me : stoopid. damn perasan.
him : baby, kiss me now.
me : mwahhhh <3
June 7th, 2007
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