Friday, November 28

just got back from anfield, liverpool, dreamland. and i tell u, it was pure vanilla. heaven on earth. nothing but perfection at its best. of course, everything starts with the good old typical malaysian time. we somehow live on polychronic timing, where we seem to be one hour behind the world, and do everything 1 hour late. including trains. including almost missing trains. didnt. whew!
left at about 9.30, took 2 hours, and whala! liverpool sweet liverpool. of course, first plan at hand, anfield! i mean, what else u'd expect? oh yea! b4 anfield, we did find an official Liverpool F.C Store, so did some wholesome shopping there first. 3 scarfs for myself, and a nice keychain. at the moment, they hang nicely in my room, memiors of my trip.


after blowing a wad of cash there, anfield! and man, its a beauty. the place isnt as big scale compared to old trafford, but its like a haven. the structure, the design, everything... just perfect. Paisley Gate out front, the Bill Shankly statues, the liverpool logo with the word THE KOP, hanging loudly and proudly in front of the stadium. upon arriving, and our mad spree of photos (forgot to mention, it was me, mac, andrew and ben... the liverpool sheffield malaysian fan club), we went into the Club Store for shopping spree round.2. got myself a nice mug with the words derek imprinted on it, as well as did the printing on my jersey. GERRARD 17! woohoo!


next up, museum! blowed £5 for entry, worth it to a certain degree, that is. its smaller and not as grand as trafford, but hey, does trafford have 4 european cups in there? i dont think so. do they have last years worthington cup in there? no wait... didnt liverpool whoop MU's ass for that cup? yea, they did! after the numerous super-poser pictures by all of us, bus back to the city!


and the city, is amazing. first of all, went for some delicious extremely filling chinese buffet. another £6 down the drain. and the torture on walking with such a full stomach! worth it? i wonder. and then, Club Store AGAIN. 3rd time! this time, got 2 more scarfs for my hardcore fans in malaysia. altho one of them is a corny fucker i'd rather not buy for. THATs a waste of £5.99! the other scarf is for phil, so worth it kua. then, city tour. walked about in the city, tried to make it to the albert docks for the beatles museum, but got there too late. so walked about instead. and i tell u, the seaside is beautiful. just perfect. only thing missing was walking through there hand in hand with my love. sad-nya. liverpool is definitely one of the more romantic places in UK. walked about, walked back, and anfield, here we come!


got at anfield on the knick of time, as usual. seating was good, near the KOP, and nicely in the middle rows. went down during training/warmup session, i tell u, i was about an arms strech away from diouf, diao, and dudek. the 3 D's, ahaha, cool? plus me, its 4 D's! lame, isnt it? and then it started. the atmosphere, WOW. i mean, plain simple WOW. and i though watching blades was good enough, this is like, WOW. the KOP side was just alive, singing away, sounding so synchronous, britney couldnt sync better in her lip sync concerts! Steuau Bucaresti isnt such a bad team anyway. put up a worthy fight. one lucky thing, was being able to catch the goal. it was like, 2 minutes after 2nd half, me n ben was just walking up the stairs towards the seats from buying drinks, just got up the steps, looked at the post, and doink! kewell makes his head useful! and the whole stadium just roared with life! the commontion, the atmosphere, i felt i could swoon from the excitement itself. and i even spilt my coke on some girl in front of me. oops, dear, sorry. in the end, game was won 1-0. not very exciting, hoping for more goals from liverpool, but what the hell, a win is a win.




next up, the dreadful return. no buses, and impossibilty to get a cab made us decide to walk back to the station. 3 miles on the map, it said, and one bloody hour to walk. yippie! got to the station, took a train to manchester, slept in the manchester station for 2 hours, recieving stares and glares from those i assume should be MU fans, and finally got back to shef at 3.30. even met this really wierd chiq on the train back to sheffield. and tried new things =)
overall, the night was lovely. good game. syabas kewell. good fight bucaresti. see you again anfield. derek signing off.


derek
12:52 PM

Thursday, November 27

haha, i'll blog after i come back. liverpool, here i come! 10 hours to the game time, and i'm late for the train. shit!


derek
5:01 PM

Monday, November 24

imagine this... 4 peoples birthdays in one single day. first, theres that brat of a brother of mine, then theres andrew in sheffield, anthony, and last but not least, catherine. its times like this i thank god i'm actually not in malaysia. alright, i don't know andrew well enough to go celebrate with him, but the rest. gawd, friggin scary to even imagine. first would be a pricey present for that lil kid, probably something electronic with a stupid triple digit price tag. then there would be the costly and posh fine dine with catherine (makes me wonder why i do this every year), and clubs with anthony. i blew like almost 500 last year on this day itself, and THANK GOD i dont have to repeat it this year. viva la sheffield. oh, and on a side note, HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVERYONE.


derek
9:28 AM

Sunday, November 23

today, was fun. for a moment. took a trip down to the union for the food fair, but osme misunderstanding got me and my friends early by about say, 3 hours? oh well, i guess it was worth the wait. so many exotic and exquisic food, its like a taste explosion. the food is absolutely perfect. Kenyan, Hungarian, Greek, Slovakian, Polish, Palestinian, you name it, they got it. oddly enough, however much my taste buds miss the good ol Malaysian food, i totally left that out. its not a cheap food fair to start with, so all my money goes to the exotic. to put it simply, it's food heaven. absolute heaven.

doesnt it look wonderful? and to add extra pleasure, and making life perfect for that moment, terence showed me the ticket to the heavens. my liverpool tix had finally come. GAWD, i love life.

then, misery. first, there was this slight misunderstanding i had about the disco. i came to the assumption that it was to be at fusion/foundry. turns out i was wrong. my bad, oops? but u know, funny thing is, how everone perceives you from the most simplest actions you take. or maybe its me. i seem to be stuck with that habit, can't change much of it even when i tried. i just can't seem to turn down womens requests. slim, fat, tall, short, pretty or ugly, i just can't seem to say no. well, there is the exception of prostitutes and dunhill girls, and the occasional psycho that asks me to shoot myself. other than that, i don't really remember myself saying no at all. to anyone. this is frustrating, people get all the wrong perception just because of simple honest actions. girls ask, i comply. simple enough. why jump to damn conclusions? or maybe i'm just overly sensitive. i know myself to know i am a hotheaded bastard, and a cocky one to boot. i've changed too much since the old days. maybe i'm actually like UK kevin a few years back. i did ditch my old group of friends when i entered higher secondary, and i did start doing crazy shit then. i'd blame it on catherine and her followers, but i doubt thats the case. people do change. thats why i dont get too pissed about kevin screwing himself over. but i can never stand someone else screwing me over. worse is if they say something, ask you out or something, and fucking disapppear on you. now that, i cannot stand. just kills all the mood in the world. a simple call wouldnt hurt now, would it? life seems to be repeating malaysia here as well. hate getting FFK-ed, and always have been FFK-ed. this truly makes me wish my high school was just....... different. of course, i like the way i am, however an asshole i am. i can't imagine going back to the failure for a social life i used to be. makes me wonder if i should be thankful to cat, or vengeful. elp, screw this. argh, here i go, another of my changes. so now i'm a guy who cant say no, a hot-headed bastard, a cocky lansi type of guy, and one that can't help getting screwed over. fuck this, i'm describing myself too well already. i'll just sleep this damn piss me off mood off.

[I'm still wondering who is the bugger from sheffield reading this blog. mind identifying yourself please?]


derek
12:37 PM

Tuesday, November 18

finally made my very long and overdue trip to the doctor to get my meningitis jab. and the result? this.....

its a pain. i simply hate needles to the tee. its scary, its big, and its intimidating. and the bloody devil. i'll go scream in pain now. bye.


derek
10:03 AM

Monday, November 17

u know, after yesterdays post, i'm freaked. i actually spent alot of time thinking about it, and i am freaked. scared shitless. what the hell do i do if my mum finds out about this. all hell would break loose. and my life would be hell. anyway, Blogger itself has focused on this, and leaded me to this article. see, now i'm scared, afraif, fear groping me. eeek. THANKFULLY, blogger knows we are scared. talk about customer satisfaction, they're actually helping us in this. good ol blogger decided to actually come out an entire section on "What to do when your mum finds out". whew. lifesavers they are. i'm gonna bookmark this and as soon as my mum hints that she knows, red alert, and it's gone.
anyway, another thing i was thinking about, i am bloody insultive, aren't i? not good. maybe i gotta learnt to tone down my speech level. not good banging everyone i meet and everysite i visit. it'll just earn me more enemies. and i have more than my fair share of it. oh well, thats it. back to work, cheers.


derek
8:24 PM



this would be a post where i moan and groan about my workload, and my part in it. slacking is the correct word there. so if u don't wanna hear me bitch about my life, this is my blog, so bugger off.
work is killing me. i'm spending more time at home (omg! i am finally calling sheffield my home, not my hellhole) online and doing junk than studying or concentrating on anything remotely related to my studies. yes, i'm slacking. yes, i'm a lazy bastard. yes, i'm destroying my own future. but old habits are hard to kill. hence i find myself here, half-blogging, half- studying. at least i'm getting SOME work done. not enough, but its a start. i've got my SHIPS draft due date in like, 4 days, and i'm only scratching the surface of it. maybe i should go thru another of my 72 hour marathon study sessions. maybe that might help, either help me in my studies, or help me die younger. either way, it'll be for my good. bullshit.

alright, lets sway off topic abit here. i may have mentioned something about this before, but what the hell, i'll say it again. why the hell blog? 3 days back, i just found a blog of a fren of mine, not a very close fren, but a fren nevertheless. i'm just wondering, how many of you, has parents or relatives that read your blog? how many of you want your parents or relatives to read your blog? and who the fuck actually posts wif the idea that ur mum is reading it, and includes small comments to the mum? i find this kinda freaky. my idea of a blog, is somewhere where i post whatevers going thru my mind, good or bad. my parents dont know this site exist, nor do i want them to know. heck, for safety sake, i actually omit several key things that will get me in trouble. (okay, if my parents see this, i am already in trouble, but not to such a degree if i made this raw and uncensored.) i pray my parents dont see this, i truly do, but if they do, c'est la vie. doesnt really hurt. i'll just delete the archives and kill off this site. easy as joe. but who the hell blogs for thier mummies????? this is a freaky shit. u either have to be really screwed up in the head, or be some sickly devoted mummy's boy. either way, its freaky. it aint good. ewww.


derek
8:28 AM

Thursday, November 13


flatmates bday today, so took a ride down to gatecrasher to celebrate. to imagine, for a place where gave birth to the likes of paul van dyk, the music isnt the greatest about. heck, it isnt even normal. alright, maybe i'm just too used to the trance and techno of atmosphere. so one of the rooms were on rnb and hip hop. thats never my type, and i aint the bangsar type. pass. so my salvation would either be in the red room upstairs, which seems to be bloody empty except for 2 pairs of couples making out. not here. so final salvation, the lower dance floor. and what the hell? pop. and suprisingly, this is the first time i heard rock music in clubs. it was fun for the first, oh say... 5 minutes or so? then the moods all gone again. i mean seriously, i've been let down by gatecrasher again and again and all over again. i cant actually imagine this was like my dream to be here when i touched uk soil. big mistake. its just a wonder how all these brits i call flatmates can actually dance to such things. maybe its just british culture where u dance to pop, rnb, hip hop, and goddamned cheese. i just live off trance and techno. not my type. i'll stick to feng tau in my room with my woofer turned on to max. thats even more satisfying. what a waste of 4 quids. altho seeing dave get kicked out of the club was kinda entertaining. still wastefull.
not to mention i am the ONLY chinese there. feels funny and out of place for one... and another thing. its bloody impossible to pick up brits. i tink its a race thing, coz i see the blokes i hang out with do it with ease. yea, race thing. chinese thing. buggers. i miss atmos.


derek
12:52 PM



as usual, life has been cruel and utterly bitchy when it comes to me. UK is like misery ressurected, it somehow reminds me soo much of my form 3 year. hell, that one was. painful. and somehow, this year seems to be reflecting dat. explain? no i wont. but i must say, i've been pretty much the laziest bastard since coming here. problems waking up, and not bothering with work. my rooms a mess, and i've got dozens of unreplied emails, bills to pay, and expired food to eat. its just so tiresome to cook food daily, even if its instant food crap. maybe i'm just plain lazy. or maybe the screwed up weathers getting to me. maybe its the damned manchester and their lucky win. maybe its the position of the stars and moon. either way, i'll never know, and never find out. thats the way it is. too bad.

: Search Word Of The Moment :
Jay Zhou Hair - Hey, maybe someone saw my pic and thought i had the jay zhou hairstyle. not like its all that nice. uncombed just-woke-up look dont really fit me too well.


derek
12:54 AM

Tuesday, November 4

right, lets have a session of see why people are coming to my website. coz i know they aint coming coz they like my content. its probably, and definitely, from google or something along dat line. so here we go, my favourite 10 hits.
#1 - Da Da Dum Chinese Song - okaaaayyy...this is? some fella wants to learn how to sing Da Da Dum in chinese? well, lemme tell you, its d-a-d-a-d-u-m!
#2 - Selina Hebe Ella S.H.E Gallery - anyone dat loves S.H.E is no enemy. i really should get a S.H.E gallery up here tho. damn, no webspace.
#3 - Corrupted Kazaa Screech mp3s - doesnt everyone just so damn hate this. RIAA really should be the short form for Real Idiotic Assholes Alliance.
#4 - Animal Sex - this is plain sick shit. i wont even touch on this one. geez, to imagine this site is related to this crap.
#5 - Teddy Bear Taking A Crap - erm....right..... why would anyone in the right mind, be wanting to see a soft toy take a crap?
#6 - Blogger Malaysia - i'm a blogger. i'm from malaysia. yippie?
#7 - Shake Ya Tailfeathers Nelly - nice song, but its getting a lil old, isnt it? a wonder why peoples still looking about for it.
#8 - Superhuman Strenght People - superhuman strenght. amazing. could my supersecret identity as a masked crusader have been exposed already?
#9 - Song With The Word Patriotism - patriotic, i am definitely not. so lets not touch on this.
#10 - Funnt Junk - fu.....wha? what does this actually mean? i'll safely assume its not a typo, or he wouldve actually noticed it b4 clicking on any link.

dats all for the day. off to make some dinner. cheers.


derek
3:12 AM

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