Thursday, December 02, 2010


About the story? Yeah, it ain't coming. Or at least, not yet. Rather, I'm going to play movie critic.

I've just watched Rapunzel: A Tangled Tale recently, and I have to say it was absolutely awesome. Disney hit it really well this time round with their character creation and storyline development (though I still feel they should explore the "bad end" sometimes), the CG was awesome, the details to the background was amazing, their characters were engaging... All very well and good.

Then I read up on people's opinions of Rapunzel. And then I remember why not that many people can really appreciate this work of art.

See, it kind of doesn't help that this is Disney's 50th animated film production. The fact that they remind you of this at the beginning of the film actually serves this movie injustice. How many people must have gone into the theaters as avid Disney watchers, being reminded that there has not been a film since the golden age of Disney that was truly memorable? Did you remember Bolt? How about Princess and the Frog? Or heaven forbid, Chicken Little? And so, even at the onset of the film, there is this reminder of a standard to pin this movie to. "If it's not going to be another Beauty and the Beast, it's not going to be worth it". Can you imagine setting that sort of mentality among your viewers right from the start of the movie? It's practically suicidal!

Rapunzel, however, does deliver to such high standards; evoking lost feelings from prince-princess movies from years past while still showing the modern trend of Disney. Personally, I've felt that Disney's feminine characters have always been the portrayal of women stepping forward (at least past the Snow White/Sleeping Beauty era), and in Rapunzel, you can feel the culmination of all the embodiment of being the modern day girl, living in between being a mother's daughter and being your own person. The antihero, while more linear than Rapunzel, is still engaging thanks in part to his witty nature, and the fact that he appeals to the mature side of the audience who has had to deal with the modern girl growing up before their eyes, whether it's their daughter, their girlfriend, or heck even themselves!

However, enough about polishing Rapunzel. What I'm here to actually talk about is comparison.

Various movie critics have come out, using the words "Rapunzel" and "The Little Mermaid" and "Beauty and the Beast" all in the same sentence, and they are ALWAYS interconnected. Many of them, while praising Rapunzel's efforts to relive the Golden Age of Disney, stop short of recognizing it as a hallmark film, rather preferring to nick off an inch here and a foot there to justify saying "it's not musically as engaging as Beauty and the Beast", or "it wasn't as enchanting as The Little Mermaid". This literally flips me out. It's like saying Roger Federer is better than Lebron James.

Newsflash: They are totally different. From the era these films were made, to the technology involved in making these films and even the creative processes, things have changed.

While the appeal of a musical is certainly not to be underestimated, and this is evidenced by some powerful singing in Rapunzel no less, Disney is smart enough to realize that nowadays, that just isn't going to cut it. Movies have to have EVERYTHING for the people, whether it's laughs, actions, drama, suspense, even horror to some extent. And when you lack one element, you get called out for being "linear" and "trite, glib, boring".

Furthermore, the advancement of audio playback system means that the general people are actually desensitized to musicals; constant exposure to music means that there is generally less appreciation for music in general (though it does also mean that a successful musical will receive rave reviews). By diversifying the elements in the movie, there is more to it than just bursting into song; there is a story, and character development which keeps you engaged for more and more.

This is completely different than when Disney was at the forefront of the animation films industry; it was free to push its stories in a linear direction much like Beauty and the Beast as well as The Little Mermaid. Back then, they could get away with some story and more orchestra scores and songs. Really, now that you think of it, were there that many memorable lines ANY of those characters ever had outside of a song? But right now, I can tell you that the punchlines and witty one liners as well as those touching moments in Rapunzel will last just as long as its wonderful songs will.

Times have changed. Deal with it!

This whole comparison to the past just reminds me of why we Malaysians will never have another great multi-talented playwright/artist like P.Ramlee. We are forever stuck in the shadow of his loss that we do not nurture the light that he has left behind for us. Can you imagine how much of a pain it is for aspiring creative writers in Malaysia to have to be constantly reminded that "yeah your work is good, but there was this guy back when...."?

Drop the past, people. Respecting a legacy is one thing, but living in its shadow is another.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Tag-Fulfilling Duties

Hoo boy. A whole holiday and a month into the new semester, and I didn't even update. Yay for me, the king of all procrastination! Well, with respect to me, myself, I, wo, saya sendiri, watashi, ore, boku, etc etc...

Been into Fate/Stay Night lately, but I think the more I get into anime, or anything inspirational, the more I think my next work is going to be based off that. Which reeks of inoriginality. Which in turn makes me scrap the idea. Which, after all that, makes me NOT write. Yeah, sucks to be me, the second-rate writer trapped in university hell.

Aaaaaaaaanyway, as per topic, tag duties. Right, tag duties... I distinctly recall I had at least 2, but I only can remember one (the most recent one lol). So here goes:

Bold the statements that are true to you.
Italicize the statements that you WISH are true.
Leave the fibs alone.
Then, stab 5 people to do the same test.

I’m 170cm tall.
I don’t know what I want at the moment.
I’m not happy.
I hate my friends.
I hate my life.
I hate my grades.
He drives.
I’m bored of driving.
I have a white handbag.
I love dancing.
I go clubbing every week.
Shopping is bullshit.
I have a tattoo of a star.
I got my navel pierced.
I have friends that take drugs.
90% of my friends smoke
I still hang out with my ex, even though our break up was rather nasty.
I’m studying Fashion.
I have a business running.
I hate cartoons.
I hate someone.
I have 10 Guess handbags.
I buy CLEO every month.
My parents don’t know about my blog.
I have an iPod.
I don’t have faith in the current “one”. (cause I wish I even had "one")
My college mates knows about my blog.
I wanted to be a fashion designer.
I love rock emo bands.
I hate it when people cancel last minute meet ups.
I’m a rebel.
I’m starting to like wearing dresses.
I don’t believe in love.
High school was filled with drama.
My parents have faith in me.
I’ve bought shoes this month.
A blogger bitched about me before.
I hate sports.
I heart Italian food.
I hate meeting new people.
I hate nail polish.
The mother bear gives me hugs.
People would start appreciating me.
High school was the worst time of my life.
I have red hair.
One Utama is my second home. (MOI ARCAAAAADE TT_TT)
I miss hanging out with the bloggers.
I’m a guy.
I’m scared of my Biology exam which I’m going to face tomorrow.
I hate vacations.
We’ll last.
I believe in long distance relationships.
I’m going to get high and smoke weed in US.
I’ve robbed an old lady.
Host a talk show.
That Guess watch.
I’m starting to like applying make-up.
I was a tomboy.
At time I think I still am a tomboy.
I love bitching about people behind their backs.
I still have a best friend.
I have a cat.
I hate surprise parties.
I hate planning parties.
I’m hot.
I’m a sinner.
I’ve got a DS light.
I have a Wii.
I can live without music.
Video games are a waste of time.
I miss the father bear.
I love being in love.
I know how to cook.
I have 100% freedom.
Boys are assholes.
I hate Math.
I’m happy with what I have.
I love horror films.
I slept in my parents’ room for 3 days after watching Scream when I was a kid.
My old friends keep in touch with me. (Some do, while some don't... But I'm grateful for those that already do anyway, so *shrug*)
I don’t read newspapers.
The news is such a waste of time.
Blogging is a waste of time.
I hate animals.
I can’t live without make-up.
I curse like a pirate.
I’m happy with my 11 year old car.
I hate people that are smart.
I love Orange juice.
I can’t drink for nuts.
I believe that everyone in their teens have lost their virginity.
I’ve got a new phone.
I’m going to get a new pair of shoes by the end of this month.
I love swimming.
I haven’t worked out since March.
I think I’m fat.
I love my friends and family.

Hsueh Ming, Kwok Wei, Eu Gene, Edhuan, Sook Yeen.
Not like any one of the above is going to see or know about this anyway lol.

Stories? Well... Okay, honestly? I'd love to but right now I'm feeling very, veeeeery unoriginal and dull. So if the next story comes out resembling something else you've read/watched before, don't be suprised. That being said, yes I will write a story.
Even a procrastinator does his work, it's just the time in between the initiation of work and completion of work that gets in the way lol. So, have faith in me :P

Saturday, March 31, 2007

See, this isn't a story, but...

Yeah yeah I know I promised a story next update... before remembering my finals which was about 2 days from now as I type. Was studying last night up to 4 in the morning, but I don't think I got a lot down because I was busy discussing some........well, interesting aspects of relationships with my friend. About how a person we knew was planning to remodel himself to be a "bastard" from being a perfectly fine person. Simply because his relationship life pre-evolution wasn't so smooth for him.

As you can judge by my tone, some of you who are more discerning would've figured out that I do not welcome this change. To those who didn't? Well you know now.

Surprisingly, in the aforementioned discussion, I was the one doing the explanations as to why said friend would do such a 180-degree turn sort of thing, while the other partner in the conversation was insistent on how such a change would make said friend lose all credibility in her eyes. Well, I guess gender preference would dictate part of her responses, so it's not entirely wrong, but I acknowledge the fact that "bastards" tend to have a more "fruitful" relationship than straight, conservative-valued people. I do NOT condone it in any way, because it is against my very principles, but I guess I cannot condemn it either because people do what they want to do to get what they want. They establish their own rules as to how they want to live, and some of us prefer to live under those rules while others dislike the confinement it brings. I believe that the harder you have to work for something, the better the feeling of success/happiness/euphoria/whatever-positive-feeling it brings when it does work. And if it doesn't work? Hey, maybe it's just not yet time. God knows it's hard to think of this sort of rule when you're down in the dumps, but when you look back, that's the sort of rule that would've saved a lot of unnecessary pain.

However, the "bastard" way of a relationship has, to a certain extent, more credibility when it comes to actually initializing a relationship.

Why? I don't know, maybe girls are more attracted to what is tangible than to what lies within? Maybe it's because in this modern world, what defines the length of a relationship is the amount of zeroes after the last integer in your bank account? Maybe values are just restrictions that a girl finds just too inhibitive for a healthy relationship? All are valid reasons, and I haven't even mentioned reasons I told to my convo partner."Bastards" apparently get girls fast, have an open and fast-moving relationship, enjoy said girls' company, and most likely, break up amicably once it's all over. To the modern guy, I suppose that is the ideal lifestyle. And I do not deny its attractiveness.

But at what cost?

If it alters your very basic fundamentals as to how you decide to live your life, aren't you just a love addict? Love can be sweet intoxication, but is that really worth the switch in what you believe in? Without all the moments you spend being single, would you ever know true love if it hits you in the face?

I suppose the counter-argument would be that these group of people make up for the loss of true love with the ability to dictate the flow of a relationship as they want; after all, they're not averse to releasing the girl should they find she does not suit their taste. Maybe for them, true love lies in the quantity, not quality. Maybe it's just a new-age way of love.

But I'd like to believe that there's a higher reason to live than to love.

Foolish? Maybe. Dumb? Probably; I'm still single, and smarting from a relationship that brought me more ill than good which ended 8 months ago. Said friend ended his relationship in the beginning of the year, and within less than a week of talking to a girl, got her to be his girlfriend.

But this is how I live. I live for the damn moment, whether it comes or not.

No one has to agree or disagree. It wouldn't matter if they did. This is my own script I write, and no one else's hands will dictate what I write in it.

Now excuse me, multiple integration is a-calling lol. Story update after finals I pwomisssssssse.....

Monday, November 27, 2006

MPH booya

I can't remember a time when I've ever felt so damn casual about attending an event, particularly one which could see me win something. I dunno, maybe it was the total lack of belief that anything could be won for me anyway. Or maybe it was because I was too preoccupied thinking about Magic, university, PS2 and university...

So, after 3 days of wasted efforts and 6 hours of frantic writing and equally frantic editing...

I get a consolation prize.

Which, to me, is actually quite......well, while managing to be appropriate, still irks me somewhat. I dunno, I hope I didn't look too unsmiling for the cameras; I certainly tried to smile, but I was just too lazy to fake it. I know I know, a whole lot of people are going to tell me that "well, you WON something, isn't that a great thing?" True that, but the possibilities of what could have been still linger there. Especially considering the slapdash quality of the essay I sent in. I may have bested a lot of entrants to this prize, but the fact remains that somehow, I shouldn't have won.... or, given another chance, I could have done better. Knowing I participated without trying the best I could is such an anguish, if only because of this. It's not like I'm sad; I'm happy. I really am. Just that,'s not the 'jump up and down' sort of happiness.... It' more like the 'that's cool', laid back feeling.

And to make things worse, me and Andrew are level. He got consolation prize too. So, no clear-cut winner between the ex-DJians who participated. Then again, having DJ post (I think) 2 people in the top 8 category of Category B is pretty cool in itself.

Oh well, at least I get my crapwork published. *shrugs*

And speaking of Uni......1 more week. Sigh........

Friday, November 03, 2006

Time Crisis 4

After numerous tries, each at RM2 a pop, as of today... I can proudly say that I have finally finished Time Crisis 4 on a single credit. It doesn't matter that I only got the 7th highest score, it doesn't matter that I had a crap accuracy total of 49.8%, it doesn't matter that I entered the 3rd stage with full lives but somehow dropped down to 1 life remaining in the finale, it doesn't matter that AFTER that playthrough, I didn't get to pass even the second stage on the next credit... Nope, it doesn't matter at all, HAHAHAHA......Hahahaha.....hahaha.....haha...ha...*sigh*

Some accomplishment. Sadly, I don't think this means I'm quite giving up Time Crisis 4 yet... zzz

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Argh, sick during DeepaRaya

Good grief, and just when it's that time of the year where I can finally eat some DECENT, chili-based cooking too...


Went to 1U yesterday morning to go and practice arcade games (Time Crisis 4 anyone?) and forgot about getting the latest Magic novel from MPH in the process. Since it was already 1 by the time I was done, I thought that lunch could just be something light to eat since in the evening I would have to go to my dad's friends house for Deepavali visiting, and that place has THE best devil's curry. Might as well make some room in my stomach for some free and more deserving food, right?

Well... All I know is that next time, the aforementioned lunch filler should NOT be jusco's takoyaki.

Or maybe it shouldn't be the 500ml of mirinda berry.

Or both.


Came back feeling okay... for about 10 minutes. Then this really dull pain starts up around the stomach, and just stays there. Annoying. Decided to take a nap, but when I wake up.... I tell you, it felt like my insides took a Mike Tyson beating. And even then, I was made to go (even though I do like curry and all, I have a simple principle; do NOT force a sick man to go on social visits) for the evening party.

More like evening torture session.

I couldn't even get through a plate of beriani rice, sotong sambal, mutton curry and potato salad. Heck, the girls who went there took seconds for goodness sake. How embarassing is that for me... Oh, but nooooo, it doesn't end there. The host's friends made a mistake in buying the firecrackers; turns out they bought the Chinese type bamboo firerackers. Yes, the long ones. Yes, the ones which you light up the fuse, bolt for your life, and cover your ears for a good 2 minutes or so. Now, normally, I'm not that afraid of firecrackers, but when you're trying to hold the urge to purge (and I mean PURGE), having 3 of those being lit up time after (oh-so-torturous-)time is a mental strain. It really is.

And I caught a fever there too.


Currently feeling better.. but I hope it'll go away soon, cause I don't want to miss out on satay TT_TT

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Time of a Life, Life of a Time

Heh, back from work, and deservedly so... Data entry can be sooo boring. I may love the internet access but definitely NOT the work aspect of data entry. Oh well, 3 more days *crosses fingers* Read blogs of friends during free time, and had a good laugh and smile at a lot of them. Makes me think how much I enjoyed their actual presence.
Oh, and as promised, the first story of this blog. This one happens to be the rejected essay for my MPH entry which.... ah, I'm too lazy to go over the details, it's so stupid anyway. Enjoy~

Currently listening to: Shell (Hitomi Mieno , Witch Hunter Robin Opening Theme)

Time of a Life, Life of a Time

She sat alone, working on folding paper stars from ribbons of origami paper. Her nimble fingers found each fold with precision as she idly finished her 999th star for the day. Absent-mindedly, she let her free hand comb through the long unbraided tresses that framed her almond face. She leaned on a wall as she was sitting, attending to her ritual. Having completed it, she emptied the stars into the glass bottle she had in her lap and, picking up the jar with one hand and brushing the remnants from her denim pants and tank top with the other, she put the jar away gently.

It was the two millionth jar she had completed.

She had done this remarkable feat using what little spare time she had. Most of the time, she was attending to work obligations, which took up a large part of her life. You could almost say that she had too much spare time.

That is, if you didn’t know the fact that she was Time.

The storeroom of stars disappeared from view as she closed the vault, fading back into the void she lived in. She took steps across the infinite void and, despite the infinite length, crossed the room with ease. Her own walls would have impeded her, but they merely sunk back into the nothingness surrounding her room.

She sat on nothing, but with a bit of her time flowing into the space, nothing quickly became something, enough for her to sit comfortably on.

As Time, life was actually quite simple; live. Live, so that creation which inhabited the world could live too. Despite the simplicity though, things weren’t exactly easy on Time. Plants were fine, they played by all the rules. Animals were about the same.

Humans, however….

She rubbed her temples out of sheer annoyance thinking about it. It was a severe mistake to give them knowledge, she reflected. With their advancements, they became more and more audacious in their almost obvious challenge to match God. And now, they thought they could cheat her. Cheat Time. Cryogenics, deep-freezing, the “elixir of youth”… All ways to try and grab more of their fair share of Time. The temerity of it all… She felt lucky that she had, in hindsight, been smart enough to make a pact with Death that would legalize Death to take immediate and proper actions upon the foolish souls regardless of Time’s consent, should any attempt to cheat Time be done by any sentient creature.


Her thoughts flew from the idiocy of the world to him. He was a hard worker, to be sure of that... And yet he’d still find Time and accompany her in making stars once in a while. He was, well, a klutz. Okay, a cute klutz, who’d try to entertain her in all her somberness just to ‘kill Time’. It never worked, but she never did accuse him of being overly enthusiastic about the job.

The ripples in the dark void snagged her attention.

“Well, speak of the Devil...” she thought aloud.

Out of a black curtain stepped a teenage boy, sporting a pair of cargo pants and a T-shirt, with a seven-foot scythe resting on his shoulder as he held it with his seemingly frail limbs, and most exasperating of all, a boyish grin on his face.

“Hey, I send people to heaven too, you know…” Death poked back at Time.

“Point taken. I’m done with my stars for today.”

Death sighed. “Field duty can be so long these days…”

He started walking across the room, forgetting the inconvenient bit of an infinite length.

“Er, Time? A little help here?”

She groaned. It was easy to forget that only she was able to match the infinite distance of her room with an infinite time traveling that distance, condensing it into a single motion. Within one graceful stride, she reached Death.

“So, why’d you come today?”

“Nah, just dropping in. You’re free, right?”

“… I’m Time.”


Time was listening, or should have been listening, as Death recounted his field duty experiences for the day. Somehow, she found the topic of humans and their lives to be dull and irksome; how interesting can mortal lives be? She tried listening with apparent intent, hiding the rapidly-increasing lack of it. He did have many interesting stories, she didn’t deny that. Just that all of them were regarding human lives. What was it to him that she did not see inside humans?



“What’s with humans that make them so special to you? I mean, aren’t they just the same as any other creation? Why pay so much attention to them?”

Death raised an eyebrow.

“They offer... insight for me, even with the most foolish of their actions.”

Time scoffed, “Insight?”

Death considered her challenge, and then stood up, offering his hand to her.

“Let me take you into the world and we’ll see.”


They walked along the streets of a downtown metropolitan city, with people rushing everywhere to their respective destinations. All wishing ‘if only I had more time’. Such murmurs grated on Time’s ears, and she wished she could just shut them out entirely.

“If you wanted me to think humans still are any better than my earlier judgments against them, it’s not working…”

Death cast a glance at her. That glance spoke “You’ve only just arrived here, what did you expect?”

Time just rolled her eyes.

Death gestured around them. “This place, its vibrancy… Don’t you wonder why is it that people here feel that they have such little time?”

Time looked around and, maybe because of the confinement that a human body offered to her, she did feel as though the city was drifting on whirlpools of seconds and minutes, each rushing past by the inhabitants of the city. It whooshed through the streets and avenues, leaving a sensation of breathlessness in its wake.

“It does feel… fast here.”

“Look around you. Everything is moving. Change is omnipresent. People don’t, and can’t, stop to see it because they themselves are also involved in their own hectic lives. It’s not that they don’t appreciate you, but they can’t. They know you exist.”

Time folded her arms petulantly. “Yeah, and?”

Death sighed. It was much easier with ignorant mortal souls.

“Alright. Let’s go somewhere else.”


The fields of green beheld the two of them as they walked in the silence of the hidden valley. This time, she felt a waltz of calm, with each blade of grass entrapping its own moment in time, each dandelion seed floating on eddies of hours on end.

“This place feels so…slow.”

“It’s the lack of change. There’s nothing new, everything’s the same here. The same simple changes are repeated over periods of time.”

Death turned to look at Time.

“Do you get it now? How humans feel about time?”

Time contemplated her feeling of mortality.

“I’m all about change?”

“To them, yes. But how would humans know anything about change if they didn’t have a memory? Without one, each moment would be the first and last moment of its kind. There would be no feeling of change, even though change would have occurred, because they have no recall of their past state.”

She stared into the still landscape.

“I’m just… a memory?”

“To them. Your entire significance to humans lies in their memory. You aren’t just any memory. You are the memory which defines all others.”

“But only a memory. A memory can be forgotten.”

Time, for the first time, felt truly humbled.


Death led her down the pavement at night. Time hadn’t spoken much since the revelation of her insignificance in human psyche, despite her role. Throughout the day after that, Death saw a certain part of Time he wasn’t sure of; a lonely, sad existence which shouldered in ignominy the burden of doing so much for the world while being ignored by those whom she lived for. Maybe it was just mortal feelings, but Death thought he could almost…

“Well, we’re here.”

Pulling himself away from further worldly emotions, he motioned for Time to enter the chapel.

“Why are we here for?”

“I just want to show you something interesting before we go back.”

The chapel was a quiet place where Time felt the heavy stagnancy of years upon her mortal being. No one else was there. The moonlight cast a faint glow on the tinted glasses, illuminating what was a ruined altar.

“Do you know why there is religion in this world, Time?”

“The belief of mortals sustains many higher powers. I’ve heard that before.”

“Okay, ever wondered what happened to the higher beings that never did get sustained worship?”

“What, they die?”

He chuckled in his maddeningly calm tone. “No. You know we can’t die. We’re all not subject to the mortal concept of death.”


“We sleep. We fall asleep, waiting for a new believer to stand. If none does…”

A quiet hush descended upon them.

Time whispered hoarsely, “We sleep forever.”

Death could only nod.

“Isn’t it ironic that we who created and govern humans are inevitably subjected to their whim and fancy? However, as with many rules, there are exceptions.”

He stepped closer to Time until they both were bathed in the moonlight.

“You’re the exception.”

Time blinked away her tears. “I feared that.”

“Even though you may be just a memory to humans, you have existed before them. Their concept about you does not show you for who you are. Unlike us,” he gestured to himself, “you don’t need them to survive.”

Time sunk back into the comfort of the shadows, smudging away the lone tear on her cheek.

“But… What about you?”

Death shrugged. “Once I run out of living beings to claim, my purpose is done. Then I sleep and wait for the next Renewal. If it ever comes.”

He caught the next few words in his throat, but managed to barely say them.

“Time… You are eternal.”

She started sobbing. It was hateful, these emotions, but she couldn’t control them, not in her human state of mind.

“What good is an eternity if I have to be alone? I don’t want to continue carrying the burden of living a life for others who don’t care, and eventually see out the end only to live past it by myself!”

She wept uncontrollably.

Death, too, abandoned all restraint. He knelt down and hugged the trembling form of Time, absorbing her tears into his cheek.

“You’ll be fine… We’ll come back. We’ve done it once.”

She cried and cried in the warm, patient embrace of Death.


“I’m alright now. Let’s go.”

Time had recovered, recomposing herself to return to her duty.


Death called out.

“You know… since we’re human and all for now... I won’t be able to do this later, so I might as well try.”

“Eh?” Time seemed curious.

“Would you go out with me?”

Time, quite literally, stood still.

“Er, we don’t have-“

“You and I are here. You’ve got an eternity. We both have time, don’t we?” He grinned cheekily.

Time relented. He was, in his own way, cute after all…

“Okay, but better make it the Time of my Life then.” She smiled.

And the two walked off into the dawn.

Welc...nah,scrap that

Well, this is Astray. Out of the way. But you're here. And here you'll stay.

Ok, no, I don't intend to start my storyboard-blog in such lame fashion. But guess what? I just did anyway. Whoopee.

To those who were familiar with my MSN Space, this blog is similar (I'm using this place in fact because I notice outside links to my MSN Space doesn't work :/). To those who don't know? This is where I (rarely) post my stories which I write, regardless of purpose. I may actually post updates of myself this time around, if I have anything to write home about. Like for example, creating this blog while I'm working at my data entry job in Kelana Jaya. I looooove my office internet access :D

Okok, before I get an ass-whuppin from my employer, I'll finish this post soon. I'll start posting the stories when I get back home... Oh, shit, too late....

No, Mr David sir, it's just a one-time coinci.....