No, you're not supposed to understand it.

Yes, those are mighty fat legs.

Mid Valley with Pei Pei today. Ate sushi! What I tried:
1. Went for the cooked prawn, was hungry as hell, did not feel adventurous as yet
2. Ordered tempura with rice. Was bland, drowned it in soy sauce, ooooh yeah :P
3. Offered unagi sushi by Pei Pei. Looked cook and all,so ate it. Tasted like fish :P
4. Picked up salmon. Pei Pei was horrified that I like raw stuff. Right.
5. Pei Pei wanted cuttlefish but it looked too shiny and fresh and suspicious for her. So I had to eat the other one to show her that it ain't alive.
6. Still alive so far. Me, not the cuttlefish.
Not that I haven't tried all this before, cause I've been several times. But this was the first time that I realised I don't cringe at sushi like I used to.

Talked about:
1. Shopping
2. Pei Pei's boss
3. Me being disillusioned halfway through my course
4. Work
5. Ang moh guys
6. Complications (or the lack of it) of LASIK
7. Low pay
8. Hostels and new houses.

We really gotta narrow down the huge interval between our catch-ups, girl ;)

Had a talk with Pinky yesterday and we generally dissed:
1. our course
2. lecturers
3. coursemates
4. the universe
5. busybodies
6. boyfriends
7. chinese guys
8. indian guys
9. malay guys
10. life
11. telephone bills
12. internet bills
13. sushi
14. clubbing (or more accurately...our lack of skill at clubbing)

We hailed:
1. chipsmore with more chips
2. birthdays
3. shopping -books, dvds
4. romantic guys
5. smart old men who speak queen's english, are witty, smoke and produce offsprings like factories
6. can't think of anything else...we didn't really liked a whole lot of stuff, did we now? :P

Teppanyaki, here we come!

Left my bloody keys at home. Who leaves HOUSEkeys at HOME? Me apparently :P

SO here I am at the library, killing time when I should be at home STUDYING. I have a paper tomorrow. Yes, it's that chronic.

PTSD. Who the hell diagnoses PTSD in a Yr4 psychiatry final? Me apparently :P

shucks. should go.

Exams! Yet again! I seem to be complaining a whole lot about exams on me blog :P Anyway, had a mock last tuesday, and man, trying to get a psychiatric history in under an hour KILLS. Totally.

Electives. Looking forward to being posted somewhere else, it's like, a different experience altogether, we can gain new experiences and altogether live a healthier and happier life..aw, who am I kidding? I think it's a total nuisance and I hate the very idea of having to talk to NEW PEOPLE. Oh, so totally antisocial + borderline personality is me; hating people totally PAWNS. :P

London blasts. Sad. Selfish. Stupid. 'nuff said.

Another parking ticket!

"Owner of car WLA 5289 (Otherwise known as the geek with a ridiculously huge bum)

It is with gleeful joy we announce that you have once again, been declared eligible for a ticket in the parkingus non payus category. Joy is us and woe is you when we recieve 95.2% of what's left of your monthly income after taxes; them being payable tax for battery-operated devices that emit hazardous waves, ring polyphonically and are potential porn distributers, and also tax for the piece of metal which goes by the name of baby#1 and guzzles petrol like it's been starved for donkey years; the reason you're getting this document in the 1st place. As of today, your carplate number has been immortalised in our Hall of Fame, 'o provider of moolah.

We remain, forever grateful,

Your friends at DBKL."

Hopelessly Romantic Geezer Named Alfred

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OK, so I've been going on and on about this KoL thingy for quite a while now. What the fucking hell is it? Ask you? Well, sit down fer a few minutes and I'll tell ya.



So, yeah. Basically, these are the bread & butter of KoL. The HP you see on the left-most corner indicates your hit points, you need hit points to fight the bizzarest of monsters from KoL (try a crossdressing knoll, a One-Eyed Willie from the Hole in the Sky, a grave rober zmobie, you catch my drift). You fight monsters to gain stats. 3 main stats for the 3main classes of characters:- muscle (turtle tamers and sealclubbers), mysticality (sauceror and pastamancer), and moxie (disco bandit and accordion thief). As the stat increases, your level increases. Kapeesh? OK, moving on.

MP are muscularity points, you need those for certain skills and also for buffing.

Meat. Ah meat's KoL's currency, some player's got gazillions of meat, and you as a newbie wonder how the freaking hell they get so filthy rich. It's ok, I don't know either ;). But word's going around about a Black Sunday, but don't worry your pretty lil' head about that, we'll just stick to meat in the thousands, OK? (Stupid rooster. It's only, what? 4:30am?). You get items sometimes when you whup monsters' asses and you can use or sell those.

The hourglass you see at the right-most corner, that indicates how many adventures (or in other word, turns) you have left for the day. You get about 40 turns per rollover, which happens at 12:30pm Malaysian time (though now it's an hour earlier, due to some complicated sun setting and hour earlier in some other countries thingy...whatchamalat). To get more adventures, you eat, you drink. But be warned that you can fall down drunk, or be too full to eat. Made Serena fall down drunk on her first day in KoL, she almost had my head for sending her booze :P). Moving along, moving along.

You basically go on quests set upon you by the Council of Loathing. There're so much to say about KoL, it's just bloody brilliant. Wicked. I happen to stumble across it in some Jay Chou forum (who would've thought that my weird Jay obsession would bring me to the love of my virtual life! ;) ). I'd say "get your ass down there and be addicted, you poor mortal fool!" but at the risk of sounding like a complete KoL-maniac, I'll only suggest poiltely that you try it out and get back to me on it. I get mixed reactions from people I infect (yes, this is highly contagious), some like it, some can't put together head or tail or the bitchin' meat car. Bottom line is, try it. It might change your life (OK, I'm dramatic. Sue me.)



If you ever need help in KoL, message/Kmail wumbology #360050. She'll roll out the red carpet and load you with meat.

I'm mad. Completely bonkers. w00t KoL! *waves bowlegged pants around and moons the hermit*


Er...for the KoL stuff: All material Copyright © 2005, Asymmetric Publications, LLC (whhhhaaattt, I am trained in thesis-writing, ok? :P)

So yeah. I've been ignoring my blog shamelessly. I just can't find time to blog anymore you know, with the amount of assignments and ward works I have to do (OK, I know quite a number of coursemates who would ROTFLTAOPITP if they read this), but yeah, fact remains, I've not been updating.

What keeps me online nowadays? It's KoL. The kingdom of loathing. The game rocks ass. Either that or I'm just barmy.

You know the whole hooha over answering/making a phonecall while driving? Well, I have a stupid story to tell. So there I was, asnwering a call, I drove right in front of the Kajang Police Station and 2 cops on bikes were just coming out, and I looked one of them straight in the eye and I think I gave him the 'what-the-bloody-hell-are-you-lookin-at' look. I mean, whhhhhaaaaatttt, he looked all junior and insignificant and all, how would I know he'd call on his bigger and scarier-looking friend and turn around and stop me and ask for my IC and 'duit belanja minum' and all??? Hell knows.

I think I've been getting into too many scrapes with the law lately. Was slapped with 2 parking tickets in a row last week, for parking in the box with the spoilt meter. I mean, how the heck would I know they decided to pull up their bloody pants ON THE ONLY DAY I decided not to park my car at the hospital and fix all the bloody meters ON THE EXACT SAME DAY? And how would I know I have to check on my car to make sure they didn't repair the meter and not LEAVE MY CAR THERE FOR ANOTHER DAY? Hell knows.

And there's this other time two cops came by and asked for 'duit belanja minum' yet again in some unfortunate, event, which I can't say what here, 'cause it might get my big ass in jail or somethin', but I assure you, it was not murder, and my friend and I ended up giving the cops RM 35. 'Tis a good thing I didn't bring my purse that day and only had RM3 in my pocket. Well, OK, truthfully, I had RM53, but heck cares, they can strip-search me if they dared. So yeah, I offered RM3, unfortunately my friend quite brilliantly offered RM35, and that was taken, obviously. And the cops, they asked me to switch off the car lights while digging for the money, the cheek.

What has the world come to? Lol.

I've actually escaped twice (touch wood) from them acting all stupid and doing the whole 'I'm-so-innocent-you're-gonna-make-me-cry' look. And of course, the magic sentence 'but...but...I'm only a student' *cue: puppy-like sad eyes* Tadaaaaa...No 'duit-belanja-minum' required.

Bah.