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moo pagerank

2007-01-01T03:53:00.000+08:00

someone please tell me
why does moomoo.tk have a pagerank of 3 !

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2006-12-19T13:23:00.001+08:00

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The other halves

2006-12-19T12:55:00.000+08:00

3 other websites under the Moomoo/Kiamsiap flag are located here...

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Again

2006-12-01T11:03:00.001+08:00

I think my stupidity and irrationality has gotten the better of me again.

I spun yet another web of lies in my life.

500 bucks was needed to make it all go away.

Now I hope it doesn't come and bite me back in the ass.

Paradise?

2006-11-17T11:36:00.000+08:00

You once asked me, if there was trouble in paradise.
And I once told you, paradise never existed.
You asked me back, why I never found paradise.
And I said to you, paradise is a fairy tale.

Then I found it. Paradise.
And I lost it. Paradise.
It was lost to me when I lost you.

dear c

2006-10-02T00:41:00.000+08:00

c, if you are reading this, and i know you do.... i just saw your ip this morning...
please call or txt me. i just need to know if you are okay. everyones really worried sick about you now.

i'm not going to say anything online.. i'd rather you hear it from my voice, but i leave you with this. just this about it, and call me.

death is not an evil cruel sentence, it is but another essential phase and condition in life. let bygones be bygones, and remember this, he will always be alive in you. and as long as you remember, he will never be gone.

call me.

the bloggah

2006-08-22T00:11:00.000+08:00

i have migrated. my new home is here

moomoo has been, is, and will always be an outlet for all that is cooped up in me. known to some, who knows, i couldn't care less. the problem about myself, is i keep to many things within me. never confiding to anyone. never expressing anything. a partial defect of my pathetic self.
not that i've never done such before. perhaps the scars in my soul, from having confidence in other, to remotely trusting others, down the the part where my back feels the painful pierce and laughing glee of a backstabber, has shut me out. almost nightly, i actually wish i had someone who understood me for what i am, not think of me as what they want to, and forcing me to pretend as such.
i simple hope i can throw away this charade of falsehood and fake smiles, and let out once in awhile. as it is, my only life, is my online life. the one that truly defines myself as who i am. people are less judgemental online, people are more open online.
perhaps one day, i will find a one true home. but for now, this mask stays on, and i shall always remain the cold silent one.

On tears and rain

2006-08-01T16:28:00.000+08:00

A conversation with a close friend of mine once, led to a topic on very familiar grounds.. girls. His semi-attached- to-someone-else- but-likes-him- and-hes-crazy-over-her girlfriend was back from overseas study for a nice long holiday, and wanted to see him. Granted, he’s been played over by her before. And he thinks he’s probably gonna get run over again by that big love truck (For his case, it has to be a tank… nothing can squash like a tank can.. over and over and over again).
So he was contemplating if he should take the jump again, and lay down naked on the road to wait for the tank, or just move on. But how easy is it to move on? Its not something that can be said and done that very instant. The heart of us mortal men is more stubborn than the gods themselves. We cannot sway from our hearts desires, no matter how painful the process, no matter how miserable the road, no matter how dim the end is.
The reason for this is simple logic. The heart rules over the mind. The science behind it? The heart is the core of the body. If the mind desires something, the thinks and controls every action of the body. If the heart desires the opposite of the mind, it simply cuts the bloodflow to the mind, limiting it so that the mind loses the ability to think rationally, and the body acts on instint. Heart over mind. Simple science.
I can admit it myself; I have fallen for such timeless deathtraps. Repeatedly. But isn’t that all part of life itself? Its pathetic how some people say they want to go through life without a single heartbreak, or at least a limited amount. Just look at myself, I have a track record even Napoleon Dynamite would snicker at. Ever since I can remember, most of the girls I have gone after, proved unfutile. And I make lousy choices. I spent an entire year obsessing over an attached girl, just unable to pull a spanar. Just keep trying, and trying, hoping to steal a rare kiss, or to feel my heart leap when she leans her head on my shoulders, and how my face flushes on every tingle of our touch. Nothing beats the feeling, not the heartaches, not the sacrifices, not the tears. In fact, ask me to do it all over again, knowing that I’d fail, and I would. The fact is, I’d give anything for her. An arm. A leg. Perhaps even my life. For someone who isn’t really in my life.

on friends

2006-06-18T21:58:00.000+08:00

its true. friends are never there when u need them. not once, not twice... countless times. life is better shared alone..

2006-06-07T22:52:00.000+08:00

i kinda saw it coming really. it was right there, staring at me in the face. i shouldve expected it. i couldve predicted it. but then it blew up, in my face. caught me off guard. caught me unaware. caught me vunerable.

the vday

2006-02-15T16:22:00.000+08:00

yesterday, while wining and dining [at usj2 nasi lemak with 2 more
batangs.. not even remotely vday-ish], i decided that the world was
taunting me for being single. that, or the 90.3 radio DJ was a
depressed dateless on valentines guy. why? because not only wasnt he
any form of love songs, but he was dishing out those heartbroken and
lonely songs.. on vday!
dont know about u guys, but it definitely shows something. rob thomas'
"this is how my heart breaks" and akon's "lonely" DOES NOT help with
curing depression. damned 90.3. sob.

the penang nurses

2006-02-11T23:34:00.000+08:00

One thing I can say is... the nurses in adventist hospital in penang
sure are cute. Or at least 3 I saw. With one of them sitting in a very
compromising position at the Nurses station. I could swear my nose
started bleeding on the spot. A nurses cosplay fantasy come true. Ah
what a turnon.

--
Derek

the penang culture

2006-02-11T23:33:00.000+08:00

Culture shock isn't defined as going to a foreign land overseas and
facing difficulties accepting their lifestyle. The shock itself can be
found in our own backyard. All you need is time.

I used to like penang, many many years ago. It was fun and exciting. I
had an army of cousins with a load of fun & expensive toys, a huge ass
telly, home theater laser disc system, and more of the lot.
But now, penang is as dead to me as Timbuktu. Its basically lost its
very soul, its very essence. Perhaps all of us has just grown. The
cousins have Moved on to their own direction, and our tastes &
personality have actually differed so much, its like Pamela Anderson
b4 n after surgery. ALL in all, in heart, I am a KL boy, and they are
penangnites. The fast paced lifestyle I am used to just disappears
here, and slowing down to a snails pace just doesn't suit me.
likewise, they cannot match my pace either.
Its just in us. Something unchangeable. Unbreakable. The lifestyle and
ethics we go by are different to the very core. which is why, I am a
KL boy.

--
Derek

the thing called love

2006-02-10T13:49:00.000+08:00

browsing along rss feeds this morn [yes, i use rss, save me alot of hassle since im browsing blogs from office. cant have those fancy designs on my broswer, can i?], and i came across her post regarding this and i must say, i actually disagree with mr hobo here. first, let me clarify, im not one of those love evangelist who relishes the chance to fall in love, and cherish the love. i dont think of love as taking things to great heights and talking about it in celebrating hues of happiness and gooey stickiness [quoted from minishorts]. in fact, i barely believe in love. i dont care for valentines. i dont see it as any particular big deal.
however, i do believe this... love exists for others. some people have it, some people dont. im the latter, void of love, ending up as bitter and cold, grouchy and grumpy and perhaps all of the other seven dwarves. but i just saw a major dose of irony in the post. lets begin dissecting that post bit by bit.

Women are like spoiled children. They are self-focused, insecure and irrational. They crave drama and games. They demand constant attention, reassurance, and above all, power in relationships. And, like children, who ceaselessly push limits to see just how much they can get away with from their parents, women relentlessly test men.

frankly, i can barely see a difference between both species. men are somethings even more spoilt. ive seen ppl merajuk over the tiniest of tiny matters, just to pick a fight. self focused.... egoistic, machismo.. arent we all? men, above all. insecure, maybe not. irrational, oh hell yea. guys can say the stupidest thingys, the most illogical crap, and the worst lies when pushed to a corner. ive known ppl from all aspects giving me literally rubbish for reasons, to get out of something.. attention and reassurance, hahhaha, maybe mr hobo hangs out with those im macho, im ego, im cool type of ppl. or maybe i just hang out with pansies. but guys DO demand attention. a whole lot of them. and which guy wouldnt want to be in control of a relationship? saying this, hobo simply states hes not willing to concede his power in a relationship to women. double standards. bah. relentlessly test men... hmmm... like what? guys who suddenly stop calling for a day to see if the girl can take it? then two. then three. testing her patience. likewise when hes mixing with other girls. seeing if he can get her jealous. guys do that too...

and now, we dissect the checklist

Canceling or changing plans at the last minute.

this one, is where guys are slightly different. its called double standards. guys will never ffk girls. guys will always ffk guys. thats the general rule of thumb

Not returning phone calls (even though she's interested in you).

cant say ive never done that before.

Finding fault with your clothes, hair, car, etc. and pressuring you to change them.

HAH! u see, another double standard case. in front of the girl, he keeps quiet. behind her back, with his friends, etc... the common 'aiyo, i wish she wore skirts more often' and 'if only she was..... ' seems to be a nightly topic conversation

Pouting when you want to spend time with your buddies.

so, guys out there, do u actually mind when ur gf have a girls nite out? most guys i know will be constantly smsing or calling her to find out what shes doin, where she is.. bla bla

Bringing up the dreaded "Where do you think this relationship is going?" question.

he has a point. guys just wanna have sex. we're horny.

Acting bratty, bitchy, demanding, dramatic, picky, or manipulative to see if you will put with it.

so hobo, i assume uve never seen guys get pms before. scarier than girls sometimes.

Testing to see how nice you are (will you back down or change your behavior to suit her?).

so u dont expect presents from ur gf for special days. nor do u expect her to follow whatever u say?

Expecting you to ask for permission before doing any "guy stuff."

some ppl i know, wanna know the exact location of their gf at any given minute.

Blatantly flirting with other men in front of you.

so u dont have any other girl friends in this world after being a couple?

Accusing you of doing things you didn't do.

guys are paranoid too, you know

Threatening to leave or end the relationship if she doesn't get her way.

yea, if guys dont get their way, they just end it without threats and expects her to come back beggin

Blaming you when you call her on her behavior.

dont understand, so shall not comment

Making you jump through all sorts of hoops.

same la.. tak faham

Asking "no-win situation" questions ("Does this dress make me look fat?").

thats THE question. but guys and their ego these days, u think they wont ask alike?

Playing hard-to-get -- pretending she's not interested in you when she really is, and then expecting you to keep pursuing her.

yea, guys simply go.. 'nola, not interested in her' and next thing u know, WHAM. guys dont do hard-to-get, they do dont-want-to-get mindgames.

Not answering questions directly/expecting you to be a mind reader and then blaming you when you're not.

so u think a girl knows what u r thinking all the time?

Making you beg for it. (you know what lah kan …)

another good point. guys are horny, and girls.. are.. less horny..

in the end, guys and girls, their the same, their akin. its human nature to put your partners to whatever 'tests' there are. i admit something, this post is degrading to guys. and makes me sound like a girl. but still, ive seen enough of both sides, to say im disillusioned by this all. relationships tests both sides. and if u find a couple that can manage it, good for them. i havent.

to everyone... re: the lie

2006-02-10T10:11:00.000+08:00

lets make this simple. because ive been getting alot of questions since my post.
.what. where. who. why. when.
i can safely say this. those who read this blog, and those who i know
read this blog. this does not concern you. it never did, it
never will. how the lie [we shall henceforth call it this,
because it sounds so damn cool] wouldve affected you, would be just
collateral damage. the lie warped my personality. it twisted
me. and in effect, the derek you see today, is the one warped by
the lie. not the real me. in fact, i dont know the real me. but
anyway, simply put, thats it. if you want life to be easier, simply
treat as if nothing happened, that im me. besides, the previous post
was just to let out some hot air, to lift some burden off my
shoulders. never cared who or what read it. never did, never will.

the lie

2006-02-05T00:27:00.000+08:00

what would u do, if you could turn back the hands of time?

lies. the single deadliest sin. the one where the 7 sins can only dream of matching. i'd challenge anyone in the world, to name me a single soul, who has never ever lied. as a child, as a teenager, as an adult, as a senior. everyone lies. theres no denying that. few things that separates the good and the bad.

the severity of the lie. white lies. black lies. gray lies.

the frequency of the lie. how often, how rare.

the impact of the lie. to get away with something. to hurt someone. for self gain.

6 years ago, i told a white lie. it was just a small spur of the moment. a simple no-brainer white lie. jsut to get out of a slightly tight spot. so i didnt think anything of it. severity-white.frequency-once.impact-togetaway. no harm done. or so i thought. and then, it jumps right back at me. topics are brought up, lies are questioned. and in a tighter spot than before, i made another. and another. and another. before i knew it, i have spun a web of lies which could put the nixon administration to shame. i cant run away from it. i cant admit it. i cant deny it. i just continue it, over and over again. that was 6 years ago. and now i realize, im living that lie. my life in the last 6 years was built around it. i based my entire self, personality and attitude, on that very lie. and instead of getting out of something, i put myself in a spot so tight, i can barely breathe. issue is, the lie comes so easy. i can answer and create one in seconds, saying it confidently as if the matter was true as the sky was blue. in fact, everyone believes it. and sometimes, i find myself believing it. heck, i live it anyway. my last 6 years of my life, all fabricated, all false. a snowball effect, making a small ripple into a tsunami. and its all so real, i cant tell the truth from the false. some true incidents, i assume were lie. some lies, i believe were true. but my life, a lie.

so what would u do, if you could turn back the hands of time? turn back time to the day i said it. stop myself from muttering it? possible, probably, doubtful. i dont think id dare undo this all. living in this so long, i cant begin to imagine life without it. or what i mightve been. or what i really should be. we'll never know now, will we? and even that, may be a lie.

past, near present, and present

2006-01-31T04:43:00.000+08:00

6 years ago
she said i love you
and i said i know

2 years ago
she said i love you
and i said i love you too

this year
i said i love you
and she walked away

6 years ago
i freaked out hearing those words

2 years ago
i knew how to reply those words

this year
i meant those words

but what you want, you can never get, can you?

quote of the day

2006-01-30T18:59:00.000+08:00

it doesnt matter if you have 1000 friends or 1 friend
it doesnt matter if you always hang with a group or a single person
all that matters, is that among them
there is just one you can confine your thoughts to
to share, to listen, to care
and then, you discover, you are not alone in this dark world

happy new year

2006-01-29T04:47:00.000+08:00

happy chinese new year! so enter the year of the dog. with new hopes of prosperity and happiness for all.

which also reminds me, this site needs some spring cleaning. im past the slacking student phase, mysteriously and unwittingly transforming into the white collared working adult [or, for my uniforms case, blue collared]. but hey, im earning good enough dough. enough for me to transfer this site from blogger to my own server. with a real non-free .com domain instead of .tk. with enough space and bandwidth to host high-res pics and videos. ah... dreams

my n my car

2006-01-24T19:44:00.000+08:00

I’m writing this on my XDA this very moment, stuck in the Shell station opposite the Kelana Jaya Giant... yes, you guessed right, my car got fucked again.. Seems to be a very common occurrence. Am I pissed? Yea, why not. Am I annoyed? yea of course. Do I regret getting this car? right now, lm not sure. Ask me this when I had to replace my suspensions, and l'd say no. Ask me this when I had to replace my radiator, and l'd say no. Ask me this when I had that accident , and l'd say hell no. But right now, I have my doubts. I love my car. I love it to the bone. I'd be willing to drive it on a 1-4 day drivable/workshop ratio. But it's just reached its limit. Maybe I should've joined the army of malaysian drones and got a Gen2. Sure i'd be 'just one of the many' with no personality , no individuality, but hey.... i'd save A LOT. But fact remains, I LOVE MY MR2.

the smoker

2006-01-18T22:33:00.000+08:00

everyday i wake at six
and tell myself, no more sticks
clock strikes ten, and here we go
my first drag, of marlboro
only one, a promise drew
but then it comes, the number two
three was the max, that i swore
just before, i took number four
tea break comes, time for number five
hoping for, the ciggie high
six seven eight and nine
late at night, my moods not fine
regret i did, didnt understand
why must i hit number ten

testing

2006-01-16T21:11:00.000+08:00

ladies and gentlemen. this is a simple blog test which may lead into the complete and utmost revival of moo moo.tk. cross your fingers hard =)

the dream girl

2006-01-16T21:06:00.000+08:00

i was talking to this friend of mine the other day, and we hit the topic of dream partners. or the perfect one. and how do u know youve found him/her?
for me, there has always been the dream girl. in fact, quite literally. since i could remember, ive been having this dream, about this particular. not anyone i know personally, but a girl who only exists in my dreams. this has been lasting for every so many years, pretty much since lower secondary, and still goes on. and thing is, this girl, isnt so definite. i can never remember how she looks... cant rememeber her features. but what i do remember, is her smile. the way she sparkles when shes happy. ive known her for so many years in my dreams, i know her personality inside out and upside down. i know her likes, her dislikes, how she'll react to anything... simply everything.
what does this mean, i know not. but i do know this, if i can ever find that smile on anyone in real life... i would fall head over heels for her. definitely.

another one

2005-10-28T21:21:00.000+08:00

here we go

the lights of genting.. (and salem)

my addiction, my despair

84, what a conincidence!

behhhhhhh

2005-10-22T12:19:00.000+08:00

mooo....

oh, earlier post... was amnesia, no cream

anyone fancy drinking chess?

malaysian sunset, on PLUS highway

random oh random

2005-10-18T04:16:00.000+08:00

here we go again

a lit christmas tree smack in the mid of shef

hebe oh hebe

ibiza! cream! van buuren!

yet another random day

2005-10-12T21:17:00.000+08:00

wheee, this is getting fun

this time, its hurricane wilma striking my room

looks like a setting for some horror flick

field view of the stadium....

even more of dereks randomness

2005-10-10T09:00:00.000+08:00

and here we go again

new fans for my new old wife

have u seen so much in ur life? 10k, wowww

new sexy legs for my wife

more randomness from dereks hp

2005-10-03T21:57:00.000+08:00

more randomness fun

omg, some dude made a sad baby snowman!

the cup, the one, oh well, five for us

my room, post hurricane katrina

the randomness of derek wongs handphone

2005-09-28T12:53:00.000+08:00

some random pix taken with my mobile

70 year old bottle of whisky... sounds so yummy

lovey dovey muppets posing for camera

green lit on a snowy sheffield night

derek presents : the haitus

2005-09-23T20:46:00.000+08:00

i know i have been on a rather long haitus from blogging. just been to busy. and ive been having the degenerative IQ form of writers blocks, where my IQ drops by 1 point a day until my brain is reduced to mush, or i walk across a busy street without looking. anyway, extended haitus till my brain starts working again. ciaoz.

life in all its glory

2005-08-19T18:38:00.000+08:00

u know, some point in life.. u'd notice that life itself can take a twist in the most uncertain and unexpected way. and fills the twisted vial with enough ironies to drown singapore. some get it more often that others, some barely notice it. only thing i know, its pathetic... im pathetic.

derek presents : the number

2005-08-03T23:19:00.000+08:00

017-2343518

hehehe, nuff said.. call me past 10th aug.. bye.

derek presents : the london terrorism

2005-07-09T05:06:00.000+08:00

i know i said i'd be afk for a month or so, but this is something i just must blog about. and i mean MUST. such an experience. about what? im in london now! i was in london yesterday! and what happened yesterday? terrorrist bombing!!!!
thankfully, me and my family are fine, and i do send my condolences to the victims of the bombing. it was such a scary ordeal, really. i arrived in london after the first explosions, and ended up in vic station, when emergency was declared. and they started locking down all the exits in vic station, practically leaving us trapped inside with any potential bombs here. if thats not bad enough, i lost contact with my parents, who were on the tube at that time, and possibly the same tube line as the scary bomb.
i did find an exit from victoria, and i did contact my parents thru the hotel in the end, so all way fine... but i really disliked the way they handled victoria. leave a single exit for everyone? i mean, hey, if there was a bomb, and the exit was a 1 or 2 man sized exit, im sure there'd be a panic and possibly a stampede. but of course, they're effectiveness was efficient. you could see ambulance or police cars speeding past every 2 minutes... sirens permamnently waiting.... cops all over the street, at least 1 every 20 meters u walk, and subways and bus services shut.
they're effectiveness, my horror. no busses or subways, with all cabs taken up, left me no choice but to WALK to my hotel, located in the outer part of london, and a lovely 3 1/2 hour walk in the rain to get there.
but all in all, a great and scary experience i dont wish to repeat. but i had to report it. hehe. ta.

derek presents : the vacation

2005-07-06T11:41:00.000+08:00

i know i promised to update, and bla bla bla, but now.. im off to london tomorrow, and well, no more updates for a month?

why?

firstly, im going london for 3 days... so 3 days of no internet
next, im going london to meet my mummy and daddy, and if they see my tattoo, i may be dead and hence, no more derek, no more moomoo.tk
third, assuming i dont die, i shall find myself touring europe for about 10 days with my parents, so another 10 days no net.
afterthat, 1 more day in london, 1 day in hull, before coming back, so 2 days.
then, graduation and parents in sheffield, so bust busy for the next 3 days. 3 days netless.
and did i mention im moving into a place with no internet, and wont be getting access till i come back msia, so thats till 9th aug.
and finally, after i come back, im hooked on wow now, i probably will be then.... so permanently no more blogging, and hello wow.

hehehe, thats life. hopefully, ill get a chance to drop by. otherwise, cya on the 10th aug.

p.s. - make your reservations for yamcha sessions after 10th, hehe.

derek presents : the blog

2005-06-29T06:45:00.000+08:00

now i am writing in my blog. i am still writing in my blog. now i am writing about writing in my blog. i am still writing about writing in my blog. now i am writing about writing about writing in my blog. i am still writing about writing about writing in my blog.

derek presents : the sarong party girl

2005-06-16T23:03:00.000+08:00

well, since practically all bloggers around malaysia and singapore are blogging about this, i figure i'd jump into the bandwagon. for the clueless... TheStar recently had a very interesting article, found here.... regarding this blogger know as SarongPartyGirl which decided to post nude pictures of herself on her blog.
so what can one say about this? firstly, to help her case just a wee little bit... big deal. if you wanna call it artistic or whatever, so be it. its your taste. but the way u posted sounded quite like a call for help. i mean imagine, it went meaningless bunch of stuff saying "i wanna be in love and i wanna feel in love (when in truth, im just a fucking horny slut seeking attention and claiming i like big white uncooked sausages put in right there)"
and immediatly followed by

At least I have a decent body.. and here's the proof. Bitch *grin*

ok, so the picture isnt the real deal, if you want it, go to her site here, but be warned, her boobs are funny shaped, she uses shadows to hide her belly, and her thighs were featured as the double of dumbos mum in the animated film. i mean, ELEPHANT LEGS for crying out loud. so, miss SPG, where were u thinking?
a) i mean, considering that the post was totally irrelevant to the sudden finale line of "i have a decent bod", its obvious the final line was a call for help, screaming "i want attention, i need attention. im ugly and i need to use photoshop to fix myself up good, so help and look at my photoshopped nude pic, and i hope you guys think of me when u wank, because i get alot of self satisfaction knowing people actually think of me!".... uh huh, sure. for the pityful ones that actually fell for her vile trap without thinking, welcome to the internet, the place where, if you just type "s-e-x" on google, and you're fine... u'd find 1000001 better hot bods than her. and heck, ive found more nude bloggers prior to her. and for a final note, if you claim

And being recognized is important to me, but I don’t and never wanted to be recognized as the Singaporean girl that put her naked tit on the web.

dont post it to start with.

b) whats up with sarung party girl shit anyway. i can picture you as one of those people, whos accent miracolously changes to something sounding like you shot your tongue with a tranquilizer dart, just because a guai lo walked by u. without even talking to you, or looking at you, you just want him to fucking hear u. please... whats up with u and your pityful kind, with the western culture. im living in sheffield right now, i know my fair share of ang mos. and what do they justify about your kind? an easy lay. want a slut to fuck? in fact, want a fuckfest of your life? take a trip down to thailand or sinagapore, and go find some SPGs. they practically throw themself at you.

c) you're 19.

For heaven’s sake, I love stripping, but I’m better at a whole lot of other things that actually take a significant amount of time to develop into something constructive. I would like to be recognized for those things.

seems like a good line... may i suggest geylang road or some strip joint or red light district as you future jobspot location. im sure many would enjoy a 19 year old pussy, and rest assure, a fair share of those would be white hair white men, who seems to fancy you type alot. i mean, heck, you could post a sign saying THE NUDE BLOGGER and that would really help you business thrive. alot. otherwise, just dont go about saying

I’m 19, and I’m not only old enough to know what I’m doing with my life, but I’m also brutally honest with myself and know what’s a sensible course of action and what isn’t.

u r ONLY 19. 2 years down the road, i can promise u'd regret it. if you dont, good for u, come down to malaysia and id lower my standards and give u the fuck of your life, just because u deserve the title slut, and u hit 21, a prime age to start you life as a whore. 19 is young. its barely past childhood. from what i read in your blog, NO, its NOT a post of a patured young woman. its just a cry for help by a helpess kid seeking attention.

im done. im tired. ive talked too much about something which i shouldnt even bother about. bye.

*edit* - curiously, i found her profile on suicidegirls. sadly, im no member, so i cant check out anything other than the main page. can anyone else do me the honors?

derek presents : the graduation

2005-06-16T21:10:00.000+08:00

so basicly, i made it. simply put, i graduated. while its a mere pass degree, its still a degree. am i satisfied? no... obviously not. i mean, imagine, i came to sheffield, i was aiming for a 1st class, or a 2nd upper at least. now, its just a mere pass. how much lower can i go? but still, its a degree.
but worse is... how everyone percepts me for this. its just so fucking annoying, really. my parents are disappointed in me. one of my friend hates me for this. some express their congratulations and fake smiles, just out of courtesy. some look at me with those disgusted pity look. and some just snicker behind my back, and in front. fine, i know its just a pass degree. i know its shit. i know my future would be crap. impossbiel to get a job, far more impossible furthering my studies. but still...
i honestly dont know what to say about this... 2 weeks of slacking caused my entire 14 years of education to be flushed down the drain. stupid system, i'd say. but heck, im done with this. fuck it, fuck you.

derek presents : the tattoo

2005-06-07T22:08:00.000+08:00

heh... heh... heh...
so what can i say? this would be counted as a spur of the moment thingy, which will stick to me my whole life. i dont regret it, i like it.... so thats it. =P

derek presents : the little mermaid

2005-06-07T14:02:00.000+08:00

haha, i swear, this is the most funniest article [people easily offended or do not want to spoil their childhood fantasies, dont click] i read in awhile. hahaha, just salutes to the ~~guy~~ girl that wrote this...
on a side note, its 7am, im in the library reading craps instead of studying. so where am i now? down to my last of last (hopefully), so i shall bid u all farewell, and try to get through this. wish me luck. ta.

*edit* - sorry la babe... after i read ur site, only noticed u r a gal. shall make future note to date u sometime.

derek presents : postsecrets

2005-06-05T20:59:00.000+08:00

you know, this site is probably one of the best things to happen on the net. its interesting as to the fact that people truly have so many secrets, so many pains, which they are willing to just share anonymously, so they can get it off their chest. fact is.. i can relate to a few of them. some just rings so true. secrets, which can never be told, always to be kept inside. but this site has just got me thinking... however bad my life is... however low it can go... im not the only one out there suffering. there are others, some far worse. and theres light in my life.

derek presents : the resolutions

2005-06-05T20:51:00.000+08:00

was just taking a look on my web, and noticed the resolutions section on the right. and how two of it was already outdated. one resolution reached, one failed. L.F.C. did win europe... and made we are kings of europe now. but the more prioritized resolution took a big crash and burn into the nether. get 1st class honors. what was i thinking? im no longer who i used to be. right now, i'm happy if i could get through this. sigh

derek presents : the life of he

2005-06-05T10:09:00.000+08:00

yes, ive been damn stressed up lately. too many issues, too little time to address them. and from experience, turning to friends has never and will never help. so sorry to everyone if i've been cold/ignorant/insultive/sarcastic or any of that sort lately. life's a bitch, and i'm going through a quarter life crisis.sorry.

derek presents : the sorrow in the eyes

2005-06-03T21:56:00.000+08:00

i was just having a webcam chat with a close friend of mine, and it was probably the interesting chats ive had for awhile. goes something like this...

her : what happened to you derek?
me : huh?
her : u look so... chan
me : why leh?
her : dunno... u look so tired... and your eyes look so dead
me : ive been studying alot... sapped all my energy
her : its not that type of tired... has something happened?
me : ive been studying my ass out the past 3 weeks... thats all
her : haih.. not that la... u look emotionally drained
me : haha, emotionally? i tot im the cold hearted bastard wan geh...
her : haha, nola... u got dumped or something lately ah
me : no wor.. no girl to dump me oso
her : haha, u come back msia la, we go out, then i can dump u if u want
me : hahhaha, u say wan ah... owe me a nice date adi wor
her : hahaha, if it makes u feel any better, lets reverse roles... ill do the driving/talking/paying.... u can be the princess of the night
me : wtf? princess? cant i just be the pampered prince?
her : no wor... prince must be charming and polite.. and pay the bills. if u want me to pay, u must be the princess
me : theres no cross-dressing involved, right?
her : hahaha, nola.. just enjoy yourself la
me : like that ah, u owe me one fully pampered date then
her : hahaha, ok, its a promise
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conversation trails off

so now, i have one night of fine dine and splendor all settled for me. any other takers? i promise i'll improve my dead eyes to get any free meal.

derek presents : the danger of blogs

2005-06-03T09:38:00.000+08:00

blogs are dangerous. you'd never know whos reading it, and whos not....
you're wary of what u say on your blogs, and risk getting the wrong message across
or worse, getting the right message across at the wrong time.
sigh....

derek presents : the bored he

2005-05-30T16:01:00.000+08:00

simply because im bored, heres some quizzies and answers. bloggers, repost this on ur blog and tell the world about urself =P

Most humbling moment - accidentally muttering "fuck" in front of class
Favorite on-screen sex scene - angelina jolie meets ethen hawk in "taking lives"
Celebrity I resemble most - people say i look like pao pei in "young and dangerous", but what do they know
Best or worst lie I've ever told - i'm alright.. really, i'm fine...
If I could be anywhere at the moment - istanbul on the 2nd half of champs league finals...
The five items I can't live without - ciggies, standup speakup wristband, some form of music player, my toothbrush, some hairgel.
In my bedroom, you'll find - an abundance of papers lying all over, ranging from recent semesters notes all the way to last years notes. and maybe some plates.

done. now your turn.

derek presents : the inspiration

2005-05-30T09:15:00.000+08:00

2.30 am, and i find myself still cooped in the library, attempting to study. makes me wonder why do i actually still do this. hope? no... i've totally lost any shard of hope i had. basicly, i've already given up, and have already done so since i got my results. then what? sheffield has already left me drained and hopeless, something i will never recover from. i think im just doing this to prove to myself something. to show that i still can. that the flicker is still in me. if i screw this up, i dont think i can ever recover. if i succeed, i know i can make it. i know there is a path lit up ahead of me. but with failure, i dont know where can i go. dont know what can i do. just stuck at this point in life, with no more aim or path. just lost.

derek presents : the radio.blog.club

2005-05-30T00:43:00.000+08:00

the temptation is there to simply put up a radio.blog.club player on this site and pollute everyone with the likes of elliot smith, switchfoot and third eye blind. however, bandwidth and the need for php and xml has just saved your ears for now. so here's a cryout to everyone reading this, someone... HOST MEEEEEE!!!

derek presents : the switchfoot song

2005-05-29T11:28:00.000+08:00

Switchfoot - You

There's always something
In the way
There's always something
Getting through
But it's not me
it's You

Sometime's ignorance
Rings true
But hope is not in
What I know
Not in me
It's in You

It's all I know

And I find peace
When I'm confused
I find hope when
I'm let down
Not in me
But in You

I hope to lose myself
For good
I hope to find it in the end
Not in me
It's You
It's all I know

im hooked on "You" by Switchfoot in the past few days. the tune, the melody, the lyric... everything seems to be hitting the right spot... being so soothing. ive got it on repeat on my handphones mp3 player, that im hearing the song in my dreams sometimes. ahh, addictions, wonderful stuff.
on another note, check out tze wei's site. detailing the chronicles of how someone actually got caught for watching porn while his MSN was turned on. pityful sod. which makes me thankful i dont use windows media or winamp when im doing anything funky. not to mention anything special in my computer is named "Malaysian Anthem - Negaraku" or "Third Year Final Project" just to throw people off. so when im actually listening to negaraku and its written on MSN, then heh heh heh. =P

derek presents : the nerd

2005-05-29T01:53:00.000+08:00

last night, for the first time in 2 weeks, i did not actually spend my night in the library. for those whos known me as the lazy arsed guys back in SAM and 1st + 2nd year, the shock lies in the fact that i have actually been studying the past 2 weeks. for those who just knew me, yes, i skipped my library night for once. for those who knew me in high school, oh hell yea, the old nerd in me is back!
im actually suprised at myself, although not sure which part. should i be suprised that i can actually still put effort into whatever i do? that i can be a non-slacker if i actually tried? or should i be worried how i actually changed from a nerdy hardworking geek from early high school to a lazy slacker now? high school was never a high point in my life, and it still isnt. i was a non-conformist then, and i'm not one now. ive just changed, easy and simple as that. from a non-social geek back then, to a non-social slacker now. bad social skills? not really. i just dont take the bother to keep in touch. i just reach a point i stop caring. i dont care if im the last person on earth. id still live a happy, if not happier life. so i procrastinate alot. deal with it. bye.

derek presents : the big old ears

2005-05-26T07:19:00.000+08:00

omg. we won. omg. im still in shock. omg. we won. omg.

derek presents : the list of occupations

2005-05-23T17:48:00.000+08:00

What follows is a list of different occupations. The reader must select at least five of them. The reader may add more if they like to the list before they pass it on (after the reader select five of the items as it was passed to the reader). Of the five selected, the reader is to finish each phrase with what he would do as a member of that profession. Then pass it on to three other bloggers.

If [Reader] could be a scientist // If [Reader] could be a farmer
If [Reader] could be a musician // If [Reader] could be a doctor
If [Reader] could be a painter // If [Reader] could be a gardener
If [Reader] could be a missionary // If [Reader] could be a chef
If [Reader] could be an architect // If [Reader] could be a linguist
If [Reader] could be a psychologist // If [Reader] could be a librarian
If [Reader] could be an athlete // If [Reader] could be a lawyer
If [Reader] could be an innkeeper // If [Reader] could be a professor
If [Reader] could be a writer // If [Reader] could be a backup dancer
If [Reader] could be a llama-rider // If [Reader] could be a bonnie pirate
If [Reader] could be a midget stripper // If [Reader] could be a proctologist
If [Reader] could be a TV-Chat Show host // If [Reader] could be a pariah
If [Reader] could be an actor // If [Reader] could be a judge
If [Reader] could be a Jedi // If [Reader] could be a mob boss
If [Reader] could be a backup singer // If [Reader] could be a CEO
If [Reader] could be a movie reviewer // If [Reader] could be a monkey's uncle
If [Reader] could be a bible archaeologist //If [Reader] could be a househusband
If [Reader] could be a lifeguard //If [Reader] could be a comic artist
If [Reader] could be a stockbroker//If [Reader] could be a travel writer
If [Reader] could be a food reviewer //If [Reader] could be a politician
If [Reader] could be a male underwear model //If [Reader] could be a fashion designer
If [Reader] could be a game designer // If [Reader] could be a dog-trainer
If [Reader] could be a Transformer // If [Reader] could be a computer virus
If [Reader] could be a porn star // If [Reader] could be another blogger
if [Reader] could be a grain of sand // If [Reader] could be a fly on a wall
If [Reader] could be the Pope // If [Reader] could be the Dalai Lama
If [Reader] could be a whistle blower // If [Reader] could be a Playmate
if [Reader] could be the President of the U.S. // If [Reader] could be a dictator

So here we go
if derek could be a lawyer, i think i'd do a better job at it than an engineer
if derek could be a grain of sand, i'd wish a strong gust of wind blows me out of here, travelling the world with the wind
if derek could be a male underwear model, i'd be an overbloated egomaniac
if derek could be a dictator, the world domination plan begins tomorrow
if derek could be a househusband, i think i'd enjoy like experimenting with cooking and lazing around while the womans at work.

so i'm 2+ hours away from my first paper. confident? not really... but i've already put in so much effort into this, i might as well go all the way. considering the amount i've studies the past week, i've definitely studied more than i did in SAM, 1st year, and 2nd year combined. and since this is the end of the line, i might as well just get through with it. regardless of my results, at least i know i did change compared to the first regretful semester. that i tried to repent for my mistakes. and i shall walk away, shoulders lifted from the burdens, looking forward to the next day.

derek presents : the dedication to my teachers

2005-05-21T21:48:00.000+08:00

i've just returned from an 18 hours study ordeal from the library. so now, the realisation hit me... i'm in my final year of my education! this is it! so i had some flashback of the teachers in my life, and how they influenced it. and heres my thanks to some :

Pn. Chua - my first tuition teacher, and a very very good one. although she actually thought me the bad habit of wiping my mouth with the back of my collar.
Mr. Zulkifli - until now, im still sure hes a lazy ass paedophile.
Pn. Chu - my school teacher in std. 5. infamous for flinging my book out the class for ugly handwriting, and throwing my pencil-box on the floor because it was so messy. apparently, my brother suffered her wrath too!
Mr Teoh - my form 2 maths teacher. thanks for calling my out every class to pinch my cheeks, hurts like hell. and a really nice guy which allowed us to ponteng class to chat with him about World Cup 98.
Pn. Loo - my form 4 and 5 chem teacher. made chemistry fun. and providing the chemicals i needed for my various smoke bombs and pyrotechniques which smoked up the class of 4 and 5 nekad.
Pn. Teo - my english teacher in form 5. has the memory of a goldfish. actually forgot who i was when i thanked her after getting my SPM results.
Pn. Zubaidah - monster reincarnated. scariest thing to walk SMSJ.
Mr. Seng Kee - i actually sounded him back in form 3 after us getting crap results for KH because he didnt teach us well.
Pn. Azizah [evil one] - one of the 2 azizahs in my school. she once said "siapa yang saya slap, tentu jadi bodoh". so i dared her. she didnt.
Pn. Azizah [good one] - my arts teacher! really nice teacher, very sporting, except the time she conned me into painting the classroom on a weekend.

i think thats pretty much most of my memory of school. wonders. how fast it has gone by. hehe. and im somehow feeling very excited and tired both at once. wonder why?

derek presents : the 21 year old derek

2005-05-16T06:53:00.000+08:00

so i'm 21. big deal. to me, it's just another day come and gone. 21 was supposed to be they silver key to adulthood, where u become all matured and stuff. possible? unlikely, i say. it's not like u can magically mature and grow up within that few seconds to transit between may 13th and may 14th. so did i mature? did i grow older? i'm pretty much the same old me.
but the realisation did hit me that night.... and i thought.. fuck it, im 21. im at a crossroad right now, leading to 2 paths. first, to a life as a white collar... graduating after this year, and a 21 year old working man. second, to life as a rounin.... to relive my misery and study once more. my choice? i'm still unsure about that, but at least i'm more focused now. ive organized myself, and re-prioritized myself. which is an improvement. but will i make it? will i get through one of the final barriers of my young adulthood life? i guess we shall see in time.

derek presents : the blogs attempted revival

2005-05-14T04:40:00.000+08:00

pretty ladies and funky gents,
this is derek wong, the derek....

just dropping by to show that i'm still kicking and screaming in the wonderful town of sheffield, setting myself up for a wonderful dose of exams in the next 2 weeks. alot of things have been happening in life lately, many which i shall not and will not explain.... because at the moment, life seems to be at the low point of the roller coaster, without enough power to actually climb up the slope. but, being ever the optimist, i'm sure things will turn for the better. but for now, my life seems like an episode of those soapy chinese serials, where the damsel in distress breaks her leg after tripping over herself, the hero almost gets himself killed while sticking his tongue into an electric socket, and the bad guy decides to turn over a new leaf, and become a porn star with a muahahaha laugh when he goes into orgasm.

the tale of the haitus

2005-04-25T07:30:00.000+08:00

so maybe i havent been blogging much lately. and much in contrast of what i promised earlier... to blog more. why so? so many factors, i really cant start explaining. but i'll give it a shot. first, theres project work. my mismanaged, under-research, and incomplete project has been consuming some major time in me. and theres WoW. stupid warcraft. addictive as hell, to say the least, and a major waste of time. and theres moaning and sleeping. plus a little study here and there. where does that leave time to blog? not much really, hence the haitus. i cant promise this post is the beginning of a wonderful and interesting streak of posts, filled with colourful words and exciting events, but it's a start, isnt it? im stabilizing right now, so if all goes well, life... will be good.

bye.

the tale of the blogger

2005-03-27T01:45:00.000+08:00

i havent really been bloggin much lately. hmmm, writer's block, maybe? or plain lazy. anyway, it's easter already, and i find myself piled with enough work to keep my through till summer. i'll try my best to blog as much, but don't get your hopes out too high. sometimes, its so bad, i just need to break free, and get out. haiihhh....

the tale of the faq

2005-03-08T08:37:00.000+08:00

i've decided to add an FAQ page for myself, as a form of self promotion, and to annoy everyone that gets kicks out of reading this site. so read on if you have no life. link is here.

the tale of the new banner

2005-03-06T10:49:00.000+08:00

okok, simple and short post. thanks to a very bad mistake of my graphic designer, and i'm not sure if anyone noticed, but my old banner used to quote the grass is awlays greener. a bad example of spelling error. and hence, i've changed it into the new and engrish correct banner.

the old banner

the end.

the tale of love

2005-03-04T00:53:00.000+08:00

i was just talking to a friend of mine the other day, about the game we play called love. What is Love? Is it bitter-sweet? Is it a god or goddess, like Aphrodite and Eros? Is love the need for reunion of the split halves of a single creature? Is love spiritual aspiration, or is it sexual passion?
at the moment, i seem to classify love under several different types, each being unique and distinctive in its own way.

companion love - this is one of those fairy-tale fit-for-movie-screen types love. the type which runs along the line of loving someone your whole life, and not realising it until something special happends. love that blooms out of friendship. well, some of it doesn't run the course of childhood friends, but still, blossoms out of friendship. it's comfortable, trusting, commiting..
thunderbolt love - sometimes, somewhere, it just happens. seeing a girl for the first time, hearing her very first words leave her lips, and you're struck by the thunderbolt. it makes you want to own her wholely, in body, mind and soul... the possessive feeling which overwhelmes any other, and the murderous intent you feel for any other person which even approaches her. perhaps it's the same as love at first sight, it's passionate, romantic, fiery.
logical love - love which doesn't come from the heart, but more from the brain. you select someone with the same passion, the same interest, the same values, the same goal. then you decide i should love this person because she's so akin with me. fulfilling, and interesting... but perhaps lacking some passion.
game love - this is barely called love. it's just enjoying the game of love. the meeting. the impression. the courtship. the seduction. the conquest. and it's over. the fire dies as soon as it starts.

so.. question to everyone.. how many of these have you already been through? which do you prefer? which do you want?

the tale of the model blogger

2005-03-03T07:09:00.000+08:00

if everyone checks out the best asian blog nominee xiaxue, you'd probably have noticed this particular post. while i'm happy i'm not short girl with seemingly 36C breasts, and thankfull as ever that i'm not singaporean, but some people have all the luck. imagine that! a blogger as a model for some fashion company. hire me! hire me! i'd work for free to see my photos pasted all over the place, with that sparkling smirk on my face, and glimmer in my eye. ah, dreams.... they work wonders for the ego. maybe the 36C works.... thats why i don't get such chances.

the tale of that time

2005-02-26T11:06:00.000+08:00

its that time of the year again. so ive discovered something i have always known... i'm living in the past. i have always been, and i probably always will. avoid it? not possible. deny it? unlikely. live with it? hard. so what choice does one have at such moments? get along with life, some might say.... its over and done with. but do i truly believe in that? if you have no regrets about your past, and don't see hope for the future, you won't remember the past and its pains. maybe i still see some light? some chance? for now, i'd give anything for a chance meeting, and everything else.

the tale of the gizoogle

2005-02-15T21:29:00.000+08:00

end of hiatus. seems to have lasted shorter than i expected. peaked out last night. soooo... watch this space.. post to be coming soon.

at the meantimes, check this out... it relinks to this page.,... but READ THE TEXT. cool shiznit.

*edit* - so i lied. life has just taken a big toll on me, and i hate it. blog dead again.

the tale of the hiatus

2005-02-05T07:13:00.000+08:00

hiatus is the word of the day.

the tale of the asshole

2005-02-03T05:26:00.000+08:00

i like this article. its fifty ways you know you're an asshole. and looking through it, i know i qualify for a few of these. lets have a look at which.

1. You like John Mayer. - yes, i like mayer, i think his guitar playing is cool
2. You pop your collar (bonus points if you're a guy and the shirt is pink). - oh yea baby! lifting collar up makes me look like a rock star! no pink shirt tho.. only red
6. You're that guy/girl. - im him... yea.. that guy...
14. You take "The Lord of the Rings" a little too seriously. - omg, this bugger insulted tolkein. die u asshole! die!!!!!
22. You like Paris Hilton. - so i've seen one night in paris, its fun
25. You use emoticons (bonus points if you use emoticons other than the defaults). - wait till u see my MSN, and my hamsap emoticon
26. You use The Facebook for more than one hour a day. - facebook = friendster in US. and i stalk ppl on friendster
30. You base your popularity on how many friends you have on The Facebook. - woohoo! 92 views of my profile! 250 friends! woot!!
31. You express deep personal statements in your AIM profile. - AIM = MSN. and my MSN nick get really really emo at times.
34. You use AIM expressions in normal conversations, i.e. lol or brb. - i actually said lol on the phone dat day.. and my friend was like "huh?"
39. You change your away message more than three times in five minutes. - like i said.. MSN nick changes so very often
40. You travel to parties in groups of fifteen. - not fifteen, but 6+ guys are bad enuff to qualify
43. You've puked in someone else's bed. - sorry cat...
46. When you talk on AIM, you type out your actions, i.e. *shrug* (bonus points if you follow such a comment with something along the lines of ROTFL). - omgwtfbbq. rofl. *faints*

nuff said. *shrug* ta.

the tale of liverpool against charlton

2005-02-02T05:59:00.000+08:00

FERNANDO!!!! hahaha, im estatic right now... liverpool broke their 3 game losing streak to beat charlton, and nando scored his debut goal tonight! great game... good effort from charlton.. dean kiely is a great keeper for stopping those shot... but alas, the stronger team prevails. and with boro losing to pompey, it puts the reds firmly in 5th place, and a step closer to the whiff of european championship air. of course, this result also means i watch the game, and cut out on my study time. gulp.

the tale of mos kau

2005-02-01T09:12:00.000+08:00

12.15 am morning. 15 past midnight. bedtime. this is something very great happening to me lately.. my bedtime just turned into a very normal and healthy one. asleep by 12.30, awake at 8.30. and i dont mean my old time of 12.30 afternoon sleeping and 8.30 night awake. its NORMAL time for once. anyway, just before a go to bed, heres a link for u guys to check out. click me. its cool in a very very weird way. okay then, gnite.

*edit* - took down the link to the M&Ms sorter, as well as the london underground song, because both sites went down. i must be a curse to the sites or something.

the tale of the add

2005-01-31T17:10:00.000+08:00

after awhile, you tend to notice things about yourself. self-conscious, i guess. so it's just come to my notice, that perhaps i actually suffer from attention deficit disorder, or simply put.. short attention span. its not a hard thing to notice really... you see some people put it 3 straight hours of study at one go... i'd be happy if my mind didnt drift off in 3 minutes. it doesnt only apply for study and work, i miss parts of movies because i lost attention, i never actually finish playing a whole computer game because i simply didnt care, i rarely get hooked onto serials because, it just loses steam after awhile. well, if it were only these cases, it wouldnt be bad, but its affecting my social life? some people have old best friends which they knew since they were toddlers, or at least since they were young.. i can't even think of someone im close to right now, which i've knew for more than 3 years. i just never bother keeping in touch with older friends, and they drift away. same applies for girls. some people can have crushes and fancies that span for ages.... and thats when u hear stories of someones childhood crush getting together when they're adults. i fancy a girl... i talk to her daily.. ring her up.. think about her all the time.. for 2 weeks. at most, 1 month. then i completely lose interest, cut myself off, just go kapuut! i'd actually like to write more, but i lost interest already. ta.

the tale of a bad hair day

2005-01-31T03:27:00.000+08:00

heres a lesson for everyone to learn.... and something i supposed to have learned repeatedly, but still fail to grasp. never sleep with wet hair. otherwise, u'd be waking up with a wonderful thing which is known simple as bad hair day. the bane of all things... and today.. it was just.. messy.

omgwtfbbq

so.. lesson learned.. don't bath b4 u sleep. nuff said.

the tale of n power

2005-01-30T07:08:00.000+08:00

hmm, haven't blogged in awhile (ever noticed how the word blog sounds like something u ate wrong and wanna puke?)... but today, ill make a special post, as something really eventful happened in my life! lets see how to i describe it... i woke up this morn... and mr housemate came into my room, chunking some mail at me. imagine that, snail mail! the rarest of rare for me.. and when i receive one... i dread it, coz its only bills, bills, and more bills. so... go figure.. bill from the power company.. so i open it.. and my lung collapsed... my heart skipped 3 beats... my vision goes blurry.. and i lose my touch, feel, taste, and smell.

OMGWTFBBQ

and thats what went thru my mind at that very moment. OMGWTFBBQ. for those visually impaired, or just can't read (or plain lazy to count up numbers)... thats a pic of my bill with a nice value of £936.75 written on it. yes... £936.75... for a quaterly bill. £936.75 in 3 months! when last quarters bill was £171.32. omg omg omg! haiih, how am i ever gonna come out wif the cash to pay this off... how how how.......

the tale of the weeping student

2005-01-25T13:50:00.000+08:00

exams are such a pain. this afternoon, after my paper, i was sitting in my room, reminiscing the exam and what i did, and a tear actually trickled down my cheek. it wasnt a flood of tears (thank god for that), but this is curiously the first time ive actually felt so bad about an exam. last time i remember this, was in PMR and my dissasterous results.. but this is just a single exam paper. one. uno. satu. and im weeping over it? this really pops the bubble of macho-ism ive been building myself for the past years. sheesh. how is it even possible! i thought my tear ducts actually stopped working already! sheesh! i know.. i know... i shouldnt be thinking about the past. look into the future... whats done is done. but still.. i knew the answers to that, i knew it. i know how to do that paper, every single bloody question of it! but why couldn't i solve it? i just couldn't write out what was in my mind. it was all a blank when i really try to remember it. this is sad. i'm depressed now. and the worse thing about these moments, you have no one to console to. that's the annoying thing about being me... i make myself such a self-sustaining asshole, that when i'm really down, there's no one there for me. sob.

the tale of the old post

2005-01-21T12:42:00.000+08:00

im gonna repeat something i said in an old post of mine, which i ripped from the blog of a friend of mine. ill probably make this a yearly tradition already.

Dear God,

May the area of University Of Sheffield specifically faced some major mother-nature's wrath today or early tomorrow morning (aka earthquake; flood; anything!!);
May the management of University Of Sheffield lost the exam papers on the subjects i'm taking;
May the Pro-Vice Chancellor decided to imposed a study week at the last minute and postpone the exam a week later;
May the exam questions be that of elementary exam level;
May the examiners of the papers be blind;
May I please have my very own version of "doraemon"? I kinda need him now to get the exam papers for the next three days;

and we're done... bye...

the tale of the exams

2005-01-21T10:03:00.000+08:00

im dead, im screwed, im fucked.. not yet, but in 12 hours, yes...

anyone wanna go out for a drink with me someday? i really need to get out of the house.

the tale of the singaporeans

2005-01-21T09:22:00.000+08:00

one thing i notice about singaporeans.. is that they tend to end a sentence with the word "lehhhhh" or "eeehhhhhh", dragging the word for as long as it can go.... until sometimes, it reminds u of a goat (think... meehhhhhhh). maybe its from all those mandrin or hokkien which they speak so often, and integrated into their daily singlish. not that im complaning, it just makes it very very easy to distinguished between malaysians and singaporeans (with the exceptions of some johor-ians which speak the same).
another thing, they are like wolf packs, always sticking together. this is not from my experience with movies and such, but im basing off the example of singaporeans in sheffield. they really STICK together.. all of them. every single one of them (mainly the ones from the same year) often go out together, and basicly, stick together. talk about unity... but sometimes, it goes a little overboard. they rarely bother socializing with those outside of their singapoeran ring.. which actually makes the somewhat anti-social. there are exceptions, of course... one or two which have a whole other group of friends and such.. but basicly, its like that. simple ehhhhhhhhh. okay, crapped enough for now. back to attempting suicide.

the tale of the exams

2005-01-20T11:26:00.000+08:00

so maybe i havent been bloggin much the past week. why? firstly, theres the heavy stress hitting me from my utter disappointment in liverpools recent performances, losing 2 very big and important games in a row (did you see how dudek did a slow motion dive to rooneys ball.... damn dudek | did you see djimi traore, under no pressure at all, tried some 360 spin move on the ball right next to the goal line.... damn traore). saddening.
and next up, theres exams. in about 34 hours time, derek wong shall thereof be known as dead man. its studies, and how i cannot cope with it. you know, this reminds me of something my friends mother told me before. she said that brilliance and genius, wears down with time, like a candle alight. everyone has the same lenght of candle, just that some starts burning later in life, and some burns earlier in life. i figure mine must've started burning REALLY early on, and by now, its nothing but a flicker of ember, just waiting to burn out. im exhausted. pooped. the fire just isnt there anymore, and it doesnt only apply to studies. for short.. i'm fucked!

the tale of anfield over and over and over again

2005-01-15T10:32:00.000+08:00

im going anfield! ngeks ngeks ngeks! again! and for the best and most anticipated game in the world. against UNITED!! match against manks!!! against scum!!! and i got first class seats, KOP SIDE!! wahahaha, sorry yea.. but im just over-over excited over this. going crazy. ugh. summore wif morientes debut premier. may it be known that morientes has scored in every debut he made ofr his clubs or country. so manU, watch out. there was something in the air that night, the stars were bright, fernando.... he'll score a goal for you and me, for LFC... fernando...

the tale of the new resolution

2005-01-10T11:08:00.000+08:00

new resolution for the year : PRIORITY LEVEL : RED

Anger management :
Sub-targets #1 - Do not become so siu hei about everything and anything
Sub-targets #2 - Don't start scolding people just because...
Sub-targets #3 - Don't get pissed just because people talk lansi to you

the tale of hoy te amo ++

2005-01-09T07:04:00.000+08:00

check this out. its a flash called hoy te amo found on newgrounds. really cool stuff, actually. its nothing high tech or flashy, but the song and the flow of the video just really gets to me. simply put, it makes me feel happy ^^

the tale of the stolen washing machine

2005-01-08T12:31:00.000+08:00

some thieves will really steal anything. as some of you may know (not sure if i mentioned this in my previous posts), my landlord gave us a spanking new washing machines when we moved in, and forced us to remove our high tech, far superior washing machine as he deemed it a fire hazard. so as we couldnt keep it within the house, we banished it to the deepest depths of our backyard (actually, right next to the back door), waiting for a new owner to pay us cold hard cash for it. and we got lazy, with no buyers and such.. and it sat there, waiting... and waiting.. 3 months later... it went missing. oh yes, some people in the world are such clean freaks, they'd steal a washing machine. the big huge lumbering thing which weighs at least half a ton. hell, i think renting a lorry to remove it would cost more than it. pathepic fools. either way, my house is currently deprived of a washing machine. sob =~(

the tale of the new year

2005-01-01T15:36:00.000+08:00

so, we're in the new year already. so to everyone reading this, happy new year!! phew.. okay, now with that over with.. lets see... oh yea! u notice something different with the site? redesign!! i figure its time... with this pic henn wei decided to draw for me aeons ago... coupled with a simple template i shamelessly ripped off blogskins, we have a black and green site! i cant say much about this, its simplicity at its best.
ok, so what next.. ahh... here we go.. how was new year? did everyone get stoned on eve? or clubbing maybe? or simply celebrating wif friends somewhere? surely no one decided to commit the ultimate crime of sleeping through new year? did you? mine? well, was quite a bash. first, there was the painfully expensive chinese buffet we had, followed by a quick drink at a bar.. then crashing one party, and moving along to another party just before the clock struck 12. so end result? a whole lot of alcohol, a whole lot of drunkards, and alot of disgusting puke. me? dunno.. somehow, the mood to drink just wasnt there. so its a pain seeing others enjoy themselves, while i can barely do that.
next up... resolutions! so whats your resolution this year? mines simple really... lets see...

1. marry karena lam - the simplest wish of all, really...
2. better money management - which does not include calling mummy screaming "im broke!!"
3. say bye bye to vices - no gambling, no drinking, no smoking..horror!
4. study hard - 1st class honors is always something to look forward to, no?
5. world peace - yes! trying to be a miss universe competitor!

and i guess thats about it. so, im done. off to bed. happy new year.

the tale of the Tsunami

2004-12-28T13:49:00.000+08:00

condolences too all the victims, and family and friends of victims of the big quake that hit all parts of Asia, malaysia included. it's a pain to hear so many lost their lives in this tragic event.. an event which there is none to blame, so bush cant decide to invade another country for it. unless he decides indonesia caused the earthquake just cause its there, and starts bombing em. ok.. drifting off.. so back to the topic.
how did you feel and where were u when it happened? i was in sheffield, of course... and u can safely assume i was DOTA-ing at the time the quake before. no one told me about it, and i had to find out like... 16 hours later online. which gave quite a surge of panic, really. i know my parents were in penang just the night before, and if such things happens, u'd normally assume they'd call u to keh-poh about it, no? so i txt home... and ended up getting screwed by my mum for waking her up. bleh. everyone else in penang? some friends.. i just cant keep in touch.. one girl even stayed near the beach at ferringhi... and i havent heard from her yet. others... most of them are pigs, basicly.. they slept thru the whole entire ordeal.... even those in apartments.. when neighbours ran out of the place, and they just went ZzZzZz.
well, i guess thats so much for holidays on beach resorts. phuket, langkawi and pangkor shall be permanently striken off my list of resorts to chill at... and besides.. theres always ibiza and formentera. so... what else can i say.... oh yea.. screw u mother nature. ta.

the tale of an update

2004-12-25T23:18:00.000+08:00

okok, heres a quick update on whats been up in the past few weeks. was in prague. was quite fun. decided never to fly from leeds again. i hate planes. strong winds and planes dont mix. ciggies and alcohol is cheap in prague. food is cheap in prague. cheap food doesnt mean saving money. cheap food means eating more. always buy subway tickets. watch out for pickpockets. casinos suck. throat hurts. merry christmas.

the tale of some random thoughts

2004-12-15T06:52:00.000+08:00

u know.. life is full of unanswered questions.... some which are downright mindboggling. so heres some random thoughts of the day.

Why do they say "an alarm going off," if it is really going on?
Why do mattresses have designs on them when they're always covered with sheets?
How come toy hippos are always blue, or purple, when real hippos are brown?
You know that little indestructible black box that is used on planes, why can't they make the whole plane out of the same substance?
Would a fly without wings be called a walk?
Why is it called a "building" when it is already built?

so i guess thats enough to keep you thinking for the day. ta.

the tale of the cocktail called derek

2004-12-13T07:42:00.000+08:00

saw this on rosalyn's page, and so i tried it out. quite true, if u'd ask me. well, for the arrogance part at least.

How to make a derek

Ingredients:

3 parts success

3 parts arrogance

3 parts instinct

Method:
Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Add caring to taste! Do not overindulge!

Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com

must say it's eerie when it can actually see thru me.

the tale of The Phantom of the Opera

2004-12-12T09:48:00.000+08:00

The Phantom of the Opera is such a great film. while i have never found myself to be a musical aficianado (probably because of my lack of going to theaters), but i have had my share of enjoyment of musicals, starting from the sound of music and oliver twist, right down to moulin rouge, and now, this. now, im just so desperate to rush down to london to watch phantom in the theaters, or maybe lion king or something. and not to mention emmy rossum is just HOT! i already fancied her a little since The Day After Tomorrow, but this show with her just blows me off. and shes just 18... yummy.. haha, sounding like a paedophile now.
well, aside that aspect, the show is still great, although im sure the majority will tend to sleep as soon as it starts. makes u wonder sometimes, what if the world actually spoke in songs? ok, that would be quite bad and help make it rain daily, but how about speaking in riddles instead? i do think it should be quite fun. although u probably need quite a high degree of... erm.. creativity to do that. like those rap singers, and them able to rhyme just like that. cool thought, huh?

the tale of the absenta

2004-12-11T13:01:00.000+08:00

ok, this post of mine should sound relatively stable, but my blood is choked with alcohol right now, so i can't promise nothing. why? well then, christmas is coming up soon, so my and mua housemates figured we host a christmas party of sorts. basicly, its just pure drinking and drinking, with some gift exchanging involved. the verdict? it was a slow start, with crowd coming in 2 hours AFTER the fuicking start time (malaysians and their stupid annoying timing), but who cares? endless flow of alcohol, and a bottle of absenta tunel (a variation of absinth a.k.a green faerie) was more than enough to fuel several very memorable moments that night. the only disappointment, was the juniors, or the lack thereof them. three cheers to yee wan, e wern, and some guys whose name i dont know... for at least dropping by.
so end result? 1-2 shots of absenta was enough to fuel everyone into a drunken stuporr, and made the night very fun. so now my head thumps and hurts, and im off to bed. ta

the tale of a scouser in the hells of old trafford

2004-12-02T11:43:00.000+08:00

so, if the atmosphere in anfield wasnt enough to quench my thirsty soul, i took a chance to dance and play along with my housemates, and take a visit to downtown manchester, to the stadium of the worse scums of the earth, the manks. although i am a scouser, i try to go there with an open heart.. but well, all other scousers out there, if u think u wanna go trafford just for the experience, don't! why? well, here we go...
thanks to my reluctance in goin, we overspent some time drinking mocha and latte in starbuck, resulting in a late rush to old trafford, which includes getting cramped up like sardines in the tram to trafford, and suffering someones "silent but deadly" gas attack, the worse of its kind. so, we got there late. so we got in after the game started. so we missed the goal (big deal, who wanna see manks score anyway, even if its against gunners). but the atmosphere... was pure crap.
so what can i conclude about manks?

1. manks are probably the lowliest fans one can ever have. i mean, think about it, at anfield, it was all about Liverpool and its glory, the managers and the players. trafford? their songs are mainly regarding bloody and disgusting killing scousers, killing city fans, killing leeds fans, and tormenting everyone with bad songs. which explain why manchester has so many serial killers anyway. and lets not forget insultive. while i am not against calling wenger a paedophile, or saying viera and wenger sleeps together, but for crying out loud, cant u actually sing about ur players instead of insulting others? but of course, if u got no quality, then what can u sing?
2. manks are a vulgar bunch of people. every song they sing, every sentence they speak, has to contain a "fuck" and a "bastard" the LEAST. hell, they cant make up any lyrics without explatives. its like they're eminem wannabes with bad lyrics and even lousier voices, and no tune.
3. manks have this obsession over Eric Cantona. like i said previously, they never sing anything about current players (maybe a single solkjear tune), but the worship Cantona like god. well, yea.. he's good, but for god's sake, HE'S GONE! get over it! u aint gonna be hoping he'd haul his ass back from whereever he is just because all u want for christmas is 10 eric cantonas. face it, and face life without cantona and trophies, because thats all thats awaiting u.
4. manks have no passion. in anfield, the whole stadiums roars to life the moment they announce the starting lineup, all the way to the final whistle. trafford? one singular upper tier can be heard vainly trying to sing, while the others just sit and stone, and shout "awww" when the manks miss a goal. or let one in. theres no passion in it, no heart. no unification whatsoever.

so what can i say? ill have to be having a 5 hour of anfield videos marathon just to clean myself of the disgust of stepping foot into trafford, and nights to actually forget the horrors of being burned at the bonfire by manks. so my advise to all u scoursers out there, avoid trafford like plague. unless liverpool is playing away there. coz we'll shut em up. won't we?

derek and long hair

2004-12-01T00:39:00.000+08:00

after looking back at my photos of my past few years of my life, i actually am missing my long hair. yes, everyone complains about it. yes, everyone says its ugly. yes, everyone thinks i look like some sissy. but still, there's this sense of nostalgia whenever i see myself with long hair. and truthfully, i wouldnt mind seeing myself with long hair again either. if only hair took like, 1 month to grow to such lengths, wouldnt life be perfect? its just so easy to make short hair, and yet impossible to maintain long hair. dumb logic, how our bodies work. our brains shld have a button which goes "beep! long hair mode selected. hair set to : 15 cm lenght". that would be cool, wouldnt it? haha, and while im going thru this wishful thinking moment, i'd throw in a "beep! reducing weight by 15 Kgs" mode and a "beep! increasing muscle ratio by 100%" button as well. yes, just wishful thinking. but it wouldnt hurt to dream, right?

derek and liverpool - revisited AGAIN!

2004-11-29T07:37:00.000+08:00

liverpool vs arsenal. yum. this is definately the best game i have seen yet in anfield, pending the up and coming olympiakos game and man u game (yes, i might get tix for those!) but for now... ill cherish this game for life. the crowd was estatic, and loud... the best atmosphere yet.. but of course, the other games i went was small any insignificant clubs. massive turnout, cheering and singing at every moment, and alonso scoring a goal right in my face, coupled with mellor unleashing a killer 92nd minute finisher. what else can i ask for? best of all, i took mics camcorder.. and now, i got the intro + you'll never walk along singing session on tape! ahh, the memories will live on forever now. and the reds goes marching in.

p.s. ill post up pix of the wonders another day, another time.

derek and the da vinci code

2004-11-22T14:13:00.000+08:00

i just spent the last 6 hours of my life, actually laying back motionless and soundless, without even moving to take a whiff of fresh air or take a leak, and finished an entire novel. must be some new record for me. but hell yea, the da vinci code is addictive to the core. although it does have several major side effects, such as follows

1. Houding google images to find a decent big picture of the last supper and mona lisa to satisfy my curiousity
2. Swearing off showing the V symbol behind someones head during a photo-shoot and inadvertedly showing he has a major sperm overflow
3. Dreaming about visiting paris and going to the Lourve museum see the male-female pyramid
4. strange obsession with fibonacci numbers and phi
5. spending countless hours researching on the so called Prieure de Sion(which i found out to be fake.. i think?), the holy grail, Mary Magdalene and such
6. having a sudden urge to view and admire da vinci's work
7. thinking about going down to london and check out Sir Isaac Newtons tomb

and i guess thats about it. for those of u which dont know what i just muttered, read the book. i promise u won't regret it.

EDIT: this is cool. they made a page for the so called bank of zurich which nicely mentions KL.

derek and snow

2004-11-19T12:21:00.000+08:00

woke up this afternoon, with my belly grumbling, and no food in sight. staggered all the way downstairs in order to find something i could much on, and ended up with some disgusting leftover i found abandoned in the fridge for god know how long. after indulging myself with the horrendous thing, i slowly staggered back up to the top floor (it take me at least 2 hours to fully awaken), and back into my room. so i was wondering what time it was, and tried to time tell by looking at the sun. but when i looked into my skyroof for my window, i saw white. and only white. my window was buried by snow!
and snap! i was awake. first snow of the season! while i did repeatedly complain about snow last year, first snow is always special. its like the first kiss with another crush, another girl. or the first day of summer break. its always special. and first snow just brings a smile to my face. and smiling i am.

derek and google

2004-11-11T08:00:00.000+08:00

yay! finally, my name comes up no.1 in a search for "derek wong" on Google. this really helps for an ego boost. hahaha. not like i was aiming for it, but it's nice to be on the top above Derek Wong Photography and Derek Wong Associates Computing Services for once. which is cool... yes, i'm a sick ego-maniac which googles my own name during my free time, but hell, i've got nothing better to do anyway.

derek on the mighty 3

2004-11-01T22:12:00.000+08:00

mm.. fergie is looking like he's trying to kick up a storm. you know, from the looks of it.. fergie seems to be shifting his focus onto arsenal and wenger, making them no.1 enemy of MU instead of archrivals liverpool. of course, liverpool has been dwindling alot lately, and with all the true scousers such as owen and murphy sold, we only have injured gerrard and charanghher (no idea how to spell this) with true ferocity of scouser spirit against MU. the others? they're good, i admit, but they have no passion for matches against everton or MU. to them, its just another game they must win. am i complaining? no. even with such mentality, they can win, imagine what they will do if they had scouser passion? 5-0 trashing seems all possible. of course, i doubt they would grow such passion against MU or everton. one probabilty im seeing, is a soon to be rivalry between us and blackburn. why? im sure baros hates em for breaking his leg. and caranggher probably hates em too, for the ankle break thingy, and hes a scouser. and next, we have this seasons casualty of cisse. so we have our 2 top strikers either hating or fearing blackburn, so im saying the game against them next season.. yea.. that would be a sweet one. yummy.

derek the lonely sod

2004-11-01T09:20:00.000+08:00

crap.. i seem to be getting more and more emo these days. always thinking about myself being single, how i need a girl in my life, and so on. sad. normally, these are stirred up after a romance novel, or some mushy movie (this did not use to occur. i did not shed a tear for titanic, even though i did see it 4-5 times, with myself reciting the lines during the last one i watched, and laughing when rose went "don't leave me jack" and jack sank to the bottom of the sea.. everyone was glaring at me afterwards). its so frustrating, i swear, and i find myself drifting into oblivion for hours at a time sometimes.. just thinking and imagining. what wouldve happened if i got her? or why didnt i say bla bla when i talked to her.. or if only i had made my move last night.... FRUST! and trust me on this, mushy movies and books, and seeing friends hook up or enjoying their better halves, does not make things any better. u know, i think i need to just lock myself in my room, and meditate for 33 hours to make things better. probably will. or i'd get hungry and cut it short to 33 minutes. ta.

derek the dick

2004-10-27T09:12:00.000+08:00

i feel like such a dick today. as some of my friends would've put it, i'm a meanie. why? well, i noticed i didnt mention it in my blog last year, but today was our grand and annual hustings for MASSOC. what's hustings? well, it's like an informal political campaign thingy for the members to get to know the nominees of the new MASSOC board. i ran for a post last year... hustings was a relative victory for me, as i did charm the members with whatever wit i had. but the seniors, as much as i can remember, were pricks blasting me with questions from left and right. so, in honour of the long standing tradition of pressuring poor old juniors, i had some fun. however mean and evil it was, it was SO DAMN FUN. now i know how the seniors felt.
it started simple really.. first guy that went up, was the presidential candidate and also someone who signs up for my snooker socials, and failed to turn up. so i figure i'd unleash a full volley on him. hahaha, was he stressed out. he was like, thinking and thinking of how to answer, and before he could, another comment would just come in and shut him up. and after i was done with him, and finished slaughtering no.2 and no.3, i can imagine the thoughts going through all the rests mind when they walked up the stage... please don't let that arse ask me any questions. hahaha. and while i was nice enough to just pick off the guys that were running, sexist, i know!!.... mr gary had the honours of picking off the guys and the girls.. almost making a couple of them actually cry. overall, im satisfied. while i feel no one is actually qualified for anything, some did make an impression, and they actually do have a chance to best this years commitee. but considering this years bunch is a couple of nerds and no life geeks whos life evolves around books and never heard of the healthy activity of sports, i pity massoc, and see it heading for a new low every year to follow. hah.

flash time!! check this out

manchester vs arsenal - 2 : 0

2004-10-25T11:05:00.000+08:00

its not my place to actually support any of these 2 teams... but i must say im glad for the results. between the manchester scum which isnt really too successful in the premier league... and the lucky 49 streak arsenal.. of course i'd choose MU. breaking arsenals streak is more important, although whats the big deal with THAT? its not like they went winning 49 games in a row. the crashed out of champions, carling, and FA cup. nuff said. 4 am. bedtime.

oh.. and rosalyn.... *snicker* HAHAHA ^^
(since i was threatened about a particular drink in 2007)... then.. erm.. condolences?

derek and his shoes

2004-10-17T03:12:00.000+08:00

about 8 years ago.. i got my very first pair basketball shoes. a pair of Nikes... Metal something.... it was sleek, it was black, it had a nice big tick by the side. i loved it. i cherished it. i slept with it. i counldnt bear to wear it for basketball. size? 12 and it fit me snuggly. no shoes flying about, no thick socks to make it fit, just right.
3 years back, i decided my lovely sole-less, torn and tattered pair of nikes needed a replacement. so i bought a pair in singapore at some bargain corner. it was a reebok this time... reebok DMX.. less of a basketball shoes, and more of a cross-trainers.. but it was great. sleek, stylish, and coloured bright orange with black stripes, i'd mistake it for a tiger. size? 10.5 and it fit me fine. no blisters, nothing, just the perfect fit.
last month, i decided i was attracting too much attention wif my reeboks. so i dumped it for another pair of reeboks. reebok : above the rim. finally, a real reebok basketball shoes. the one steve francis wears. i love it, i still do. its sleek, white with some silver mesh, and its comfy. size? 9.5 and it fits perfect. i can feel wrapping perfectly around my foot.

and then i look back at old shoes and its sizes, and then i think "my foot's shrinking, isn't it?". scary thought. gulp.

derek is back

2004-10-14T22:20:00.000+08:00

buahahaha!!! internet is back!! internet sudah balik!! buahahaha!!!

*runs off to see his beloved pr0n*

derek and the internet

2004-09-22T09:37:00.000+08:00

the cable broke down today. no more internet. no more checking emails. no more reading blogs. no more downloading mp3s. no more downloading anime and manga. no more porn. no more google. no more soccernet. no more porn. *sob*

so i shall spend the next week reading books and thinking about the coin that got away. don't expect from me for a week or so. ta.

derek and the penny

2004-09-21T23:04:00.000+08:00

i saw a 20p coin on the floor outside castle market today. i stopped, contemplated picking it up, and just stepped over it. i spent the next 5 seconds looking at the coin as i walked away, and the next 20 minutes thinking "i shouldve picked up the coin. 20p is alot". and i had nightmares about not picking up that coin. i think im one step closer to becoming a scrooge.