Our duty to the Party

As I was revisiting 1984, I happened across a few phrases in Newspeak which consequently induces me to teach you, dear reader, George Orwell's Newspeak. Okay, I would not call it teach, but rather, enlighten. (Newspeak-Oldspeak aka English)

doublepluscold- superlatively cold
doubleplusgood- excellent, superlatively good
speedful- rapid
speedwise- quickly
goodwise- well
plusuncold- warm
undark- light
unlight- dark
goodthink- orthodoxy
crimethink- thought crime, meaning thinking something against the Party
thinkpol- Thought Police
goodsex- chastity (wt....)
joycamp- forced-labour camp

good, gooder, goodest

Ingsoc- English Socialism

The very concept of cutting language into little fragments and joining them together with other words seems so sinful, as you can see from the Newspeak vocabulary above. Imagine, if we were all forced to speak like that. Words will certainly lose their power. Imagine me typing "My day doubleplusgoodful" when all I wanted to say was "My day was bloody brilliant". Which one sounds better? You tell me.

The sole object of Newspeak, if you have read Nineteen Eighty-Four was to limit the people's vocabulary into politically correct monosyllables which sound like a duck's quacking. Imagine Malaysia Today trying to condemn the present government in ever-so-limited words. Bloody funny article that would make.

This is my second semester at Nilai. And we are differentiating exponentials. Bloody Blogger does not allow me to show my Microsoft Equation Editor 3.0 equation. And yeah, we learnt how to use Microsoft Word to type in equations and all last semester. Anyone need help locating the equation editor, you are welcome to ask me. I am rarely that generous. Just do not take advantage of it.

Oh and finally, just because I have not gotten a "girlfriend" after so long a time which is usually the time taken for the average teenager to get a so-called life partner, it does not mean I swing the other way or anything. Somebody in my college asked me if I liked looking at girls as KL has quite a lot of pretty ones. I said, not much, I don't like to waste time. I was then asked if I preferred looking at guys.

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I do not have to swear on the Bible or anything to prove I am innocent of homosexuality (like the current situation happening here). I have nothing to prove to anyone. So what? I'll get a woman at 30 and marry at 40. (I think....)Sue me.

If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady

War is peace.
Freedom is slavery.
Ignorance is strength.

Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows.

Turn up the Radio!

Aw right people. Face the music. It's one of those times of the year where Sumatera fan their winds of fwendship and spread their definitely warm and smoking love to us. Aah, we can definitely boost foreign relations like this. Then here we have an idjit doing some unauforised burning to cleah his lands for some purported agricultural activity. F you. No-friggin-body gave you clearance to open burn.

On anuvver bleaker note for you human rights people, one of our local Nike (pronounced Naii-kayyy) factories have been operating under less than desirable circumstances, which breach Nike's Code of Conduct. Passpawts of foreign workers are being wiffheld. All just because some greedy bawstard wants to make some extra cash. "All humans are equal, but are some more equal than others"?

I ahve been ahving the fever since Friday but it has subsided now. I have been downing so much 100 PLUS it feels like I'm almost at 10 Drowning Street. Just kidding, I know it's Downing. Problem is, do you? hehe.
So anyways, imagine eating sugary and candy-assed sweets for mealtimes and you would not be very far off what I ate for my 3 meals. Bread, and jam. Somebody pass me a burger this fucking instant.

Then it hit me like a slippery fish

Apparently, as I have found out today after much thinking and philosophising (which according to a friend of mine Kong Chia Yew, is spelt phi-loh-soh-phising) for about 5 minutes, I have decided unanimously according to my own council that anything which is fiction and centers on family love is the most successful kind of fiction that anybody would like to read or watch. At least I mean it's the kind of which whose spectating or reading I would like to partake in.

Whew. That is going to be a mouthful, if you attempt to ever do anything as stupid as read it out aloud to yourself in less that 10 seconds.

Back to my "argument" stated as of above, movies like Finding Nemo and perhaps Legends of the Fall for those of you old school people, are very much aligned to this family love-thing. For book-o-philes, or should I say, avid readers, I would highly recommend Cell by Stephen King or maybe perhaps White Fang by Jack London, if you can ignore the bloodletting and gory depictions which the former book seems to take pleasure in, or the ferocity and cruelty the latter dwells in.

Like I said, they are highly recommended if you love your family, and the endings are bound to touch your hearts. Ok, I was just assuming on that last point.

A Dreadful Delicacy

It is terribly unappetising to take a dump in these ‘ere toilets. Often, sights of winged insects which include most of the time, the common household fly with the red arse, and occasionally the blue bottle (it has a green rear, why blue?), spoil the whole process. First question, why are they attracted to the toilet? Stale instant noodles fermenting in the sink, that’s one. Piss all over the toilet seat? Affirmative. Occasional unflushed shit? Bingo.

Some people just do not know that life has been too fucking good to them. I’d like to piss all over your home toilet seat, ya moron.

Coming ‘atcha live, from Nilai.

nasty neighbours

I am definitely going to turn into a rascist here. Okay, maybe a selective rascist (rascist is spelt with a "s" in between "a" snd "c" my dear Americans).

Some neighbours of mine whose race I would not mention here as it would definitely provoke some wild affirmations of previous stigmas, play some chitty chitty bang music at 11pm till late (or early depending on your preference) hours of the morning. Like, wtf? And no need to talk at the top of your voices like you are in a mamak stall, or in a busy airport terminal. This ain't some third world country (physically, anyway). We are civilised people living here (you shitting me?).

I have finally found a true definition of the word "redneck". And it does not only apply to Texan-accented Americans. It applies to anyone who "has completely no sophistication whatsoever". Yeehaw!

Et tu, Brute?

The play Julius Caesar by Shakespeare is definitely a top priority book to be read. The betrayal, cruelty and ruthlessness, all combined into a poison so potent, it's capable of burning through any heart a human has left even after he has acquired the evil brew.

Ah yes, even after watching half of The Godfather 2 today, it has already shown some correlation to Julius Caesar. Oh Brutus, treacherous friend and ally. And so it comes to mind the words of Michael Corleone, "Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer".

Also, as part of John's dreadfully pointed and/or rascist and/or bigoted opinions, I hereby declare Alexander the Great a homosexual. Ok, maybe he is bisexual, who knows save his only wife, the Persian queen? Yes, I watched 3/4 of Alexander and got seriously bored of it the way I get bored of certain "slow" movies. God only knows whether Colin Farrell is gay too. Suddenly, The Recruit and SWAT failed to bring out his machismo anymore.

Okay, mutterings over. Decided to re-read Journey to the Centre of the Earth. Not because I'm anticipating the 3d moovie, rather, I'd like to appreciate true works before something else comes and taints the original novel.

Oh yeah, pests here like lizards are so common. If you are living in a hostel and have a room there that you share with 1 room mate, it is often assumed that you both will have to take responsibility of the cleanliness of the room. And so, as this week, I have but myself for company, I took the liberty to kill some lizard as soon as I spotted it. Nice tail my wall crawling friend. My dead wall crawling friend. Did you know that lizards bleed red blood?

Phrase of the day: "Et tu, Brute?"
(You too Brutus?) when Brutus joined in the stabbing of Julius to death during a purported council meeting meant to set the theme for his assassination.

Ridiculous moments

Watched Legends of the Fall a couple of times. Real tear-jerker if you watch it either alone in a quiet place, or with a loved (or liked) one. Brad Pitt as the byronic Tristan Ludlow is a total all-star (and bastard too coming to think of it). The ending was a really touching part, as father forgave elder son. Please, watch the show. All those macho, machismo guys out there, girls will fall for real sensitive guys like me, not bone-crunching, bruise-causing Cro Magnons or Neanderthals like you!!

Actually I made that statement because I have a hell of an embarassing build. To me at least. Oh no, suddenly I am swerving in a Lee-J-M direction. Don't kill me though.
Been watching too much Janice Dickinson's Modelling Agency with my sister and hearing her warble about metro-gay guys' bodies. She even admitted they most probably were gay. But what a great build. Now I sound gay. Rest assured, ladies. Au contraire.

Having exams on the 23rd and 25th of July. 2 exams actually. Just Maff and Physics.

Apparently, the country's political critics are taking a break from te blog-o-sphere. I don't bloody blame them. The political climate here is as humid as the Amazons yet as hot as the Sahara and as slippery as wet ice in the polar caps.
There goesa your political stability, my dear British Colonials. The country you left 50 years ago is falling apart. Nothing you can do to stop it. At least that's as far Her Majesty and Brownie's concerned. No foreign powers should be meddling in the country's affairs, as we are a sovereign state, according to our dear PM. So Anuar better stop ratting to the US. To that, I have no comment. Funny how I knew shit about Malaysian politics before this year.

You have got to be shitting me (enunciate your t's)

Oh yes. John returns to what seems to be another (in)formal complaint against Malaysian public transportation system. KTM is now currently not only the slowest out of all the public transportation companies, it is also the most undermaintained and yet the most profiting (don't ask me where I get my statistics, as the answer would be my friend) company. I say undermaintained as they cannot even bother to see whether all carriages are fully air-conditioned (i.e. air conds. are fully functional) or that doors connecting carriages are safely secured. I get into a compartment, and bam! a wave of heat and humidity hits me square in the face, bringing my immortal (and metaphorical) soul to it's feet. Imagine sitting in a humid jungle in the middle of no where and perspiring (sweating is for animals apparently) your arse off, and you pretty get what I mean.

Enough typing something that nobody will read anyway.

Attended SGMUN at SG today. Not that bad, I get to meet some old comrades of ancient times (it's been 8 or 9 weeks since I left Taylor's). Roshan aka Marko, Wei Zhen, Hui Ning.

Pity the Alice Smith School Delegation did not manage to make it. It could have been a hell lot more exciting if they came.

Sorry Dharma!!! Cannot come tomorrow.

Oh and Ken Vin, remember to give me some contacts of your American girlfriends. Don't hog them all to yourself.

Love at second sight

I have searched for you in the internet. Long and hard, Wiki-ing for you.
And then I come across you in the library.

I've gotta say, Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë is bloody brilliant. I haven't read it finish yet and it is already in my favourite's list. Charlotte's language is definitely simpler than Emily's and most of all, it does not induce me into a comatose state i.e. I do not fall asleep reading it.

It is, after all, the Romantic Period.

my good opinion

"My good opinion once lost, is lost forever."
-Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Pride and Prejudice (2005), Jane Austen.

Ahh, I am currently in the Romantic Period of my life. And I have a single profession to make (after watching and adaptation of Pride and Prejudice year 2005).


I am in love. With the character of Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Oh! to be in the company of one so witty, and amusing without even realising she is doing so. A woman of strong will, opinion, and sophistication. Who wouldn't want to become Mr. Darcy?? Evidently, of course, there is the usual bantering and jousting of words, the hurting of one's feelings. But it is all only to end with love.

Then of course there is also the music to be in love with. Believe it or not, this show has an entire original soundtrack composed. Out of all the movies with original soundtrack which I have watched, Pride and Prejudice tops it all. Gladiator of course, comes in second.

And now it is time for my good opinion.

Critics have mentioned that Colin Firth who played as Fitzwilliam Darcy in the year 1995 adaptation of PnP is one of the best so far, which has lead him to playing roles like Jack/Ernest Worthing in The Importance of Being Ernest. But I beg to differ. I think Matthew Macfadyen thoroughly pulls of aristocracy and romanticisms perfectly.

Oh yeah, I am currently reading Wuthering Heights. Like I said, the Romantic Period. Only thing is, I cannot begin to understand why is it called a romantic novel, with the character of Heathcliff being absolutely vile and vindictive.

sorry for me being a (bloody) Malaysian

All this while, I was harping about Malaysians being uncourteous,outrageously dick-headed and blind when it comes to queues, ladies, trains and all.

Well, today, I looked up to the sky and decided it a great idea to be a Malaysian. No, I decided it'll be a bloody great idea to be emulating The Malaysian persona.

Actually, no I didn't look up at the sky and expect anything. It just happened, like some impulsive shopper. Except that this wasn't exactly shopping. Well, if you consider buying your LRT ticket shopping.

There I was, at Bandar "Tasek" Selatan, buying my own 1-way ticket.

Since everyone was cutting their way into the queue after buying their ticket, I decided to be Malaysian for once. Just to feel how it is like to cut tens of other people's line and get an express lane to the train.

Not going to happen. Some Indian "pak cik" decided he could stand The Malaysian Attitude no longer. "Ei, can you go and queue up instead ah, boy?" (I added in the "boy" as an afterthought)

So, I screwed the Malaysian in me (not literally...) and lined up.

Oh brave new world!

Oh large, unintimidating libraries,
Oh-so-helpful librarians,
Oh! So infinitely (pronounced in-fayh-night-lee) empty places of discussions.

Allow me to break into song (and something bearing resemblance to poetry) as I describe the pin-drop silence of Nilai IUC's library. Here, there's no need for any Silent Zones. The people here can thankfully shut up. More than I might like them to shut up actually.

Anyway, I have found, Eric Arthur Blair aka George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four there. Yes, the book I have been lusting after for so long has chosen to have an intimate relationship with me for 2 weeks. This is more than I can take of course, for just a few days of rigorous workovers with 1984 is enough to leave my eyes watering and body shaking with satisfaction.

My carefree days are going to be over, as I will be studying for 4 hours a day starting from this Monday. Some Math lecturer suddenly decided to come on that date.

1984 details the sufferings of 19th Century man, Winston Smith, who has been plagued by very serious problems, one of which includes thoughtcrime(read the book). Displeased with the life he leads, he comes to believe the existence of a revolutionary group which rises among the commoners (proletariats) and strives th find a way to join them and overthrow the current, oppressive, totalitarian government of Oceania, ruled by The Party. Along the way, of course, he indulges in the forbidden fruits which were, of course, forbidden by the government. Among which includes hating Big Brother, the all-enigmatic-and-all-powerful leader of The Party, sex (duh!!), love (doubleduh!!), and eating pure chocolate. Finally.....

READ THE BOOK FOR YOURSELF!!!
This comes highly reccommended for avid readers who have really subversive ideas and/or want to see for themselves the relevance of today with the past, which has quite accurately been predicted by Orwell.

I shall end this post with a verse from 1984.

'Under the spreading chestnut tree,
I sold you and you sold me.'
-Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell

A friend in need is a friend, indeed

The Internet here is sooo bloody slow.





I cannot believe this, I can't do filesharing (to you, it's called piracy), blogging (to you, it's typing rubbish) and chatting (to you, it's wasting time laughing at the computer screen).

And guess what, if I want better connectivity, I have got to pay RM144 for 3 months. Don't ask me whether it's worth it or not, heck, my NEIGHBOUR gives free connectivity (no encryption and passwords..).

I thought the wireless in the room was supremely shitty, turns out the wireless throughout the campus was a joke. Well, probably because they don't want students surfing graphics (ahem) and information intensive websites. But at least include blogging and emailing lahhh.

I will most certainly go back for the weekends to publish entries.

First things first:

1. The lecturer for my Maths class isn't here. It is going to be like this for 2 weeks. Double bugger. And in the end, they will be squishing all our 2 weeks worth work into the remainder of the semester.
Seems like there are a lot of empty positions here.
2. My class consists of people from different courses. Meaning, we have people taking different diplomas (i.e. E and E, Mechatronics, und so weiter). As it is the May intake, we don't have huge classes of students doing the same programme, so we're basically a mixed up bunch.
3. Since I have studied A Levels for more than 4 months, the Physics classes won't be much of a problem.........for now.
4. The people here are really diverse and multi racial. And the best part is, their England ain't that good save for the foreign students. But nevertheless, life is a learning process. I will learn to speak the languages. Of Cantonese and Mandarin.
5. Some really great friends of mine had allowed me to use their Nilai Accounts. And so the internet speed is rather surpassing that of the normal rubbish.

Thank you!!

No poop...!

Yeehawww!

I hold the very power to War and Peace. Haha, just kidding, it's a title of a tome I got from my friends. Hot damn, War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy, is like a blessed history lesson told in the perspective of many historical (duh!) figures of the old times. No more falling asleep when it concerns history. My Wiki is going to be filled with history searches. You cannot stop me!!

And I also have been taken on a journey Out of the Silent Planet. Yet again, its a short novel by C.S. Lewis, one that I have been 'murdering' to get ever since mine eyes chanced upon a (yet another) Wiki article about space travels. Hell, H.G. Wells is the new Stephen King for me now. So move over, sister.

Then again, my animalistic thirst for books would not be satiated had it not been for the few people who actually bought the books (and forgot to peel off the price tags??) and gave them to me. So thank you, generous mortals, once again.

Menilai (judging)

Ahh, the emancipation from the dreadful bloodsuckers (mosquitoes). The carbon sinks (green trees) surrounding me. The short distance from apartment to academic buildings. An expensive and utilised-only-by-the-rich gym.

Sweet bliss has a new name: Nilai IUC.

Say good bye to 8 hours of non-stop and mind-numbing education. Hello 4 hours of core subjects. (and an additional dunno how much hours of stupid LAN)

Cannot wait for my first taste of something so sweet this Friday. Something like liquefied honey. Wait, have I mistaken chlorinated water for milk and honey?

PE6 Allstars

The duds at KFC SJ

That's quite a tribute to PEE6.

Doodle Noodle

Whee. Played fool's ball today. No, it was fooseball. Well, it costed quite a pretty penny (che, don't read this..) but never fear, accosting and threatening John made it a point to beat his change ( circa RM2, and don't say CHEAPSKATE out aloud now)out of Roshan, Kelvin, Ming Guan and Ken Vin. (albeit quite unsuccessfully)

Somebody broke a 'man' and made my life a living hell. That was so selfish of you, whoever you are. I will report you to Mr. Albert Low tomorrow. Haha, that was a joke. I have no idea who the hell it was. But I do know now, that a player must not spin a 'man' at over 360 degrees ever so violently, or they risk fucking up other people's games.

Edgar Allen Poe's stories are brilliantly told, if you can understand it's England (actually, Mr. Poe was American). Even if you are not as adept at catching certain phrases like "hypochondriac" or "phantasm" or "presentiment" or "epoch", a dictionary can always stand to correct you. (not literally..) So, it is just a matter of getting off your lazy posterior and getting that Collins or Oxford. It does not have to be a tome, I have got a pocket one. (not that it fits in my breastpocket or pants-pocket)

One of the most irritating and irking phrases I seem to encounter these days is, "You're leaving already, Why do you care??!!"
Spoken mostly by one of my most irritating friend/classmate whom I will not name here. You seem to make a pleasant nuisance of yourself, don't you? He-who-must-not-be-named. (obviously too much of Harry Potter's "pwefessuh"s and "Pottuh"s)

Countdown: 4 more days before uprooting myself into uncharted wilderness. Shall the land there be flowing with milk and honey, or will it be leaking putrescently sweet poison?

"The truest form of happiness lies in working hard and living frugally."
--Napolean, Animal Farm

And no, I am not a communist.

My 'sincerest' of apologies

My heartfelt apologies go out to Timothy, Ko, Marcel and Joanne.
"I have made you miss the train by 2 minutes just because you all decided to wait for me. Very very sorry."

Now if you (think you) know me quite well, you know that was not sincere. I am a real a-hole when it comes to apologies sometimes. Beg your pardon and forgiveness.

Yeah, right, no big deal missing a train right? Except that that jerk-off of a train was KTM. Yes, gasp now, foolish mortals. And shut up and continue listening (reading) to what I have to say.

Like I was saying, that wanker of a train was delayed for quite some time. This speaker (typist) think it was because of a derailment earlier in the day on the Seremban line. Somewhere around 3 pm actually. Thank God those guys agreed to wait for me until 6.30 pm as they 'lepak'ed earlier and could have left earlier to Lee Lian's palace.

Bottomline: Do not take your chances with century-old-inefficient-rubbish-like public transportation like KTM. Komuter Tanah-bloody Melayu. What does that tell you? KTM has been around since the blessed colonial days.

And thus I met the legendary: Joanne Lim!!! Another rubbish heaper-talker like Ko and Daniel and apparently, Tim. Keep up the great work Joanne.

I had only spent less than 2 hours at the Kong Palace. The time I had there was great as the atmosphere was heady and sweltering hot unlike the dream house/mansion Lee Lian was getting me to picture in her leaflet of invitation. But I had quite a blast (of heat) there. Happy belated birthday, Lee Lian (currently 18 years and 1 week old).

I'd like to thank Andrew, Sue Wei's bf for ferrying us all around from the KTM station to the house and back. Nice car bub.

No pictures of the party however. I plan to keep this blog's virginity i.e. not pollute it with private and confidential pictures. Ask Ken Vin for pics. Not I.

On another note, Roshan, I admire your tenacity in bonding with Lee Lian's girlfriends. No one could have bigger balls than you. (as a figure of speech..)