<1> please, please me..

the beatles' first album, back in april of '63.

cover of the year.

instructions:

click the > arrow on the Youtube player. turn up the volume. minimise your window. and let the chills run up your spine.

should someone appear next to you, and start to nag. (if you have earphones/headphones on, pull the plug), blast the music. and for some jolly good fun, please tell him/her that compared to this music? he/she is like the white noise that appears on telly, and this could possibly be the best remix ever in the last year or so.



you may get royally fucked. but so what? :) i'd definitely go for this rock-ified version to ensure my mom will never appear on my wedding day.. (if and should the day Ever arrives. i just enjoy pissing her off so much.)

on disappointment.

if anyone tells me that they are disappointed in me, i have equal right (and sometimes, even more than them) to be disappointed with them. there's always something to be disappointed in. it's simply a matter of whether we all choose to bring it up.

especially if two of the persons are your parents. who appear to be such nice people, perfect parents to your cousins. when in fact, they are perhaps more biased and far stricter than your other relatives.

never judge the book by its cover that old saying goes. perhaps i'm just suffering from pinkerton's. the love for something foreign. but there's little doubt (on my part) that i can be wrong this time about their biasedness. after all, i set the trap, laid the bait and hooked the big fish this time. and remembered to run the knife through it before i threw it into the ice box.. that prized little possession which would make me happy for the night.

USP.

random IM convo-

j says:
why don't like that car? got gps!
chezza.xl@gmail.com says:
cos i can bloody read an effing map! hello?
j says:
oh yah hor. maybe that's why the car so appealing to me.
chezza.xl@gmail.com says:
-_-

at the latest time of check, i don't remember that i ticked GPS as a Unique Selling Proposition for a car, if and when should i consider purchase (in the next three years hopefully).

well, i can read a map anyway. and am a pretty well-adjusted individual in terms of street directory usage. doubt i'll be needing GPS anytime soon.

district 13.

by far the most riveting escape scene i've seen in a film in the last couple of years.. i'm tired of trying to explain the entire thing. thankfully, someone's posted it on YouTube.

encounters

some very funny encounters from all the stories i've heard and experienced over the past couple of days during opening week at school:

:: PT slamming FT in front of a class. it doesnt really matter which corporation you've worked for, it's about the people factor.

it doesnt matter if you have worked with the national newspaper for 20 years. or your entire lifetime.

walking into class and telling students that what the FT has taught them is wrong really makes me wonder what sort of character you are.

it doesn't matter to me how good you are at your job. because the last i checked? i remembered having spoken to some people who may not have as much experience as you at the national newspaper, but have been far more diplomatic than you.

:: appearance of a last ditch attempt to get people to listen to you.

i just don't understand how a FT could walk in and then start extolling all the benefits he/she could afford his/her students. and all point towards, "scratch my back and then i'll scratch yours ( by ensuring you good internships, connections etc.)."

the last time i checked? i don't remember a change in the internship allocator nor have i behaved myself simply because of the connections you can provide me.. not to you, and never to any other lecturer for that matter.

and yes, this is the first time i've experienced just bartering in what may appear for hopes of a good semester and easier students to deal with. it's pathetic in my opinion, so much so that i'm totally stuffed.. that i have experienced it on an one-on-one level previously.

i fear the day when i lose respect for such people..

:: omg! why didn't i get that PT as my lecturer for this module?

i marvel at the perception that "my lecturer and my grades are correlated". it is in my opinion, that our grades are correlated insofar to our performance and our abilities.

if it had been the case that our grades were determined by the lecturer who takes us for a module? i would have simply gotten a very fat F for my Mass Media Research (mmr) module. after all, i could safely say that i was at a state of launching a war against my lecturer at that time. ( yes, this is REAL. you can go and check if you do not believe it.)

i know that i'm hardly the right person to dish out the advices, since i'm in the words of someone "notoriously famous". but beyond that, it's usually quite therapeutic to be introspective and share little experiences with others..

testimonials and performance level.

it's not about testimonials. it's simply about performance.. of course if you can marry the two together, good on you.

many a times, i meet people who cannot live up to the testimonials showered on them. their performance, let's just say, leave much to be desired.

whereas it's seem like those who are less looked up upon, less credited and more often than not put down by others around them that i see people who are truly the ones most fitted to get things to work and done up to expectation.

that's why when people ask me what kind of car i wished i could be, i always say i want to be a VW.. :) reliable, steady, efficient ( oops, what did i just say?) yet understated. i wished i could like that..

and i hope i'm heading towards the right direction these days..

be very careful what you say.

i'm about to retire, but i worry for my boss' sanity in the near future.

could anyone please educate the uninitated that blogs are hardly personal spaces? and whatever it contains can be taken against them?

and also this latest on connect:

E says:
well no one is expecting the yr 3s wad
E says:
hahahaa
chezza.xl@gmail.com says:
we are nice pple. but since u say that i'll let them know

you know.. sometimes the little things you say could be taken against you.. some people just. don't. bloody. learn. their. lesson.

slave.

in recent news, i'm the kitty's favorite slave at work..

then again, i've always been someone's, and (almost) everyone's slave.. but the word "favorite" is well, as usual, highly debatable.

i [heart] my neighbours..

i [heart] my neighbours.

for three nights in a row, i've got sweet encounters with them..

saturday night, sunday in the am:

uncles decided to dah mah-jiok till 5 ish in the am.

sunday night, monday in the am:

couple argues as they wash their car. for 2 Frigging hours!

monday night, tues in the am:

hokkien beng comes home in his mitsubishi evo. and then his tien-wey hiang( handphone rang), with a damn ah-beng tone ( hint: how i got the tien-wey hiang term).

he started talking and blasted his stereo ( in that order).

with so much Fun and activity i dont need to go anywhere further than my bedroom for some night time romp fun..

i've lived here for half of my life (and mind you, i'm not THAT old), and i can safely say that this new batch of hip and happening neighbours are damn hip and happening that (let me try out my singlish a little now) it's damn damn damn bloody torturous.. CAN!?

in other news..

i realized my mom enjoys being deluded. but i've already told her thrice about the.. er.. thing. so too bad for her, and good for me that i got away again! :) oh i just Lurve having the upper hand.. until of course she gets up-to-date and i may just be very screwed.

what the..

the neighbours decided to dah mah-jiok ( play mahjong) at 0100hours. the uncles are making so much noise that i dont know what to do. i was thinking of blasting music out of my window.. and wake my entire family up (yes, in that order).

you see, if i happen to be in my ideal living arrangement, i would just need to send my roomie down to start a major fight with the uncle(s). and i can conduct my little sick modus operandi by being the always rational mediator. and the neighbours will love me, since it's apparently bad luck to argue in the midst of a game..

i've never been a fan of mahjong. and i doubt i will be one after this stupid experience.. ( uncle screams Peng! or Pong!.. err whatever..)

oh, but whatever. i found this somewhere in my drafts from not too long ago. this really tickled me. cos most seemed pretty untrue.

however, something is eating at me.. and i think it's the answer as to why i'm such a bloody chicken.. cos yes, a few refused to be na.. individuals have perhaps been right. i'm too proud to fail..

Get to know yourself better

Your views on education:
Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.

The right job for you:
You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.

How do you view success:
You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.

Who is your true self:
You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.

EDIT 1331hours: the uncles Pong or Peng and whatever ( all the mahjong terms) until sometime around 5ish in the am. from now on, i aspire to live in a private property where the nearest neighbour is about a mile away.. and when i die no one will know. and my pets will end up with no food but to live off my carcass to survive

on calendars.. again

mch/mors cancelled my piano lessons this morning after a major threat of Throat infection (on my part). as if my little xbox buddy would wanna share my fluids.. oh wait. sometimes she does, when she steals my food. hahah!

managed to try out Google calendar a little. realized it's got greater usability than mozilla's sunbird. and it works somewhat like trumba. just that Google seems to have conquered it all by being able to work with trumba, outlook.. (apparently) everything!

just as i was getting trigger-happy with it, it decided to 'fail to load event', and subsequently i got logged out.. frustration..

but one thing's for sure. i see myself repeating "i am at [insert location] with [insert name]" less once i get all the right people sharing calendars! whoopee!

calendars

so i've been alerted that my birthday's not on a tuesday. but in fact, a wednesday.

if i've not mistakened, wednesday happens to be ISP day.. oh my lordy.. it could just prove to be a very interesting day when my 21st comes around..

*rubs palms together.. sneaky grin*

The S-word : BBC | Magazine

Should you find yourself free at anytime of day. take a read. This is a piece by Damon Rose, editor of the BBC's disability site, Ouch!

Examining the definition and use, or rather mis-use of the s-word (which you would find out if you'd bother to read it), i find myself re-visiting the issue of namecalling in my mind..

TMI

oh. i am amused at how people go into panic over little things.

so i had this friend IM me asking me about the menstrual cycle, which i marvel at how he could not have just done some basic minor research. his excuse? it's easier to ask you mah.

anyway, so in usual side kick fashion i've told him whatever i could tell. sigh.. i know i'd go to any length for a friend.

but next time could all of you spare me the ghastly details?! much thanks in advance.

World Cup TV trial seeks viewers - BBC

this gives the phrase "i'd rather be anywhere but here" a whole new meaning.

i wished i were in london now so i could qualify. that desire to be one of the lucky 450 to enjoy world cup matches on HDTV just blows me away. well, literally.

ah.. imagine.. seeing a much much much clearer steven gerrard. ooh, hot.

figment..

you'll know that this is the sem break of your life. the one which you'd look back fondly. but it will just turn into a figment of your memory. one like all the others only more special because it's been red tabbed.

trust me. i know. cos that's exactly how i'm feeling right now.

there are a lot of experiences in life that i have never asked for. never even wished for. but it came this sem break. it was like this little gift sent from heaven. to learn discover myself a little more. to see beyond all my suspicions and insecurities.

i have renewed faith in my friends regardless of the status of our relationships. i'm beginning to see myself as someone to be reckoned with- as in, Me reckoning with myself- and to start taking myself seriously for once.

in my life, i've spent most of my waking moments-perhaps even those while i'm asleep- irritating the patience out of people. i found in me the reason why i'm mean and distant, in that it was a choice to prevent myself from heartbreak because prevention was always better. but as i near the end of this amazing academic journey, it's time to make up for the heartaches i've caused, and the heartbreaks i've meted on others. it's time to learn to be nice.. after all, wouldn't it be great to be nice and kind at the same time? ( Laugh if you must, but hold it in before i get a chance to get to you!)

i led life somewhat precariously in the past. but i've chose to shut myself off from it. leaving isn't always easy especially it was all that i knew before may 2004. and im glad to be standing on firmer ground. something that i can touch and see, not waking up in fear of gossip, politics and the thought of death should i make a wrong move. ( Think thunder and lightning incident, and that stupid surfboard incident..)

three semesters ago i was offered an internship at a major organization. i spoke to a couple of people who felt that i should go ahead, simply because it was big, well-connected and would get me places. at this point in time, because i no longer believe in that organization i see no reason why i should be there to help the proliferation of tasteless politics. and in the school, i find myself trusting, in deciding how my future months will be lived out.

my life is suddenly more quiet, more stable now. that fog which hindered my visibility in the past seemed to have lifted a little. and because of this, it's worth red tabbing this sem break.

[ cue overused line ] I'll never forget this even if i wake up with alzheimer's disease tomorrow morning!

and i'm sure all of you who know how i've used this line will (hopefully, cross my heart) know what i mean..

night and out.

oh hello..

after my usual post-piano lesson walkabout with my little xbox buddy, i returned home to a little, well not exactly, rude shock.


i quit sailing after august 2005, jaded and disillusioned and injured, in all sense of the word. and i am ashamed to say that those were by far, the worst results i've ever recorded at sailing in my nts history.

but take a look at the latest chart standings. i'm still ranked within the top 10. in fact. a month or two ago i was still at the 6th or 7th position.

amazing huh? if life would that be so much of a laugh as this. everyday would be so much brighter than it seems right now..

3 half

i went to school yesterday and got mothered by an 18 year old.

the last i checked? i'm three-and-a-half months short of my 21st birthday. and i've possibly seen more of the world than her. and know my limits whenever i need and want to.

of course let's not discount the fact that there are people in this world who need to act condescending. in hopes to boost their egos and self esteem.

which i feel utterly terrible for. and i absolutely pity their lack of self worth.

ooh..

[in the car, me happily trading my cookie with jyg]

"eveyone in [insert school name] know one another from msn and not cos they know Know one another from school first."- jyg

[cut to scene jhn happily sprinting through all the forum posts on anl.com.]

i took special notice of a kid's message.

"Someone pls help me call Glenn! otherwise i will be dead."- by the above signed ( Ok, i didn't really take notice of the kid's name. so there. my bad.)

[ in the car again, mh driving with jyg sitting at the back enjoying my fart button tart from B.D.'s]

"guess what? one day, jhn's friend happily added me onto his msn. and he din even know that i'm jhn's mom. so i played along like i was a kid.

anyway, one day i decided to ask him whether he knew who i am. after i told him, i never received anymore IMs from that boy again." - mh

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msning and getting to know people via msn without knowing them at school prior to the entire msn experience thing. all thanks to the wonders of technology and the mysteries of social networking.

even the primary schoolers are jumping onto it.

my little xbox buddies were happily giving me all these little nuggets of information, oblivious how pertinent these conversations i have with them are to me of late.

but the more important thing is.. can you imagine someone's dad IMing me and pretending to be my age?! in this hypothetical situation, i could've thought that he is a guy from school, and perhaps even start developing a crush ( of course, now in the real world that's Out of the Question).

and that would have been total suay-ness ( bad luck). imagine me and a friend's dad. Together?! i would've died from the utter shock and embarassment.

this song..

being an avid listener of Class 95, i've taken a liking to this song. which has gotten a lot of airtime on love songs with yas. or rather i hear it a lot during that program since i listen to it to work into the early hours of the night.

i hope it will serve most of you well in time to come. for as renee and peter sings, breaking up is hard to do.

so why waste the time even trying? *stifled laughs*