KL Trip : Day 2

It's Thursday.

My second day in this gawd forsaken city.

How I despise the air.

The gawd forsaken air.

How I hate when taxi drivers fart.

The gawd forsaken taxi drivers.

How I loathe bargaining for faux items.

The gawd forsaken street peddlers.

Even so, I got a good deal on a Mont Blanc bag! Ngahahahah~

More on that later.

Anyway, here is were we started off our Thursday.



Sunway Pyramid !! *sakai voice*



We went to eat first at some Korean restaurant. I think my mum called it 'Cheeko' or something. Forgot to check myself. Oh well.



Nice interior. Rotan is cheap, but they made it look contemporary.





Food! :D Kimchi was good. Tofu was too damn sweet. Beef was disappointing. Soup was boring. Altogether costing us my dad RM 98, inclusive of service charge and govt. tax. Not bad actually.



Stupid girls. I know you can skate liao la.



Weird man. I know you looking at the girls wan la.

Hopefully Jess will fall with me in the ice-skating rink tomorrow when we meet. Nyahahah.



Spent something like RM 30+ here for 60+ arrows. I didn't do any better than before, but at least I got to use a proper bow and good arrows. They're in good condition as compared to the ones in Miri. Though the range between my position and the target was pretty short. A girl beside me kept hitting the metal ring which held the target on the wall, and made a few arrows ricochet near us. She got 1 arrow back after shooting though. Not fair. Ppl suck but still can get an arrow free. Boo.



I'm so tired of walking through all these stupid sidewalks. Blah..



D:



I got hit by a Proton Wira. How embarassing. Why not an Aston Martin? :(



*cough* Fine, so my Mont Blanc is fake. But isn't everyone else in KL fake too? OOPSX????? Got mine at RM 75 from RM 90. Not the best haggling skills, so SHUT UP. D:



I saw the iron-wire-twisting-lady-in-a-wheelchair! :D Was tempted to buy so many of these cute little twisted-iron-wire-thinguses. Shit. I just remembered there are more people to buy these things for. Fuck, must walk back there tomorrow. Wonder if the iron-wire-twisting-lady-in-a-wheelchair will still be there again. I give her many buisnesses hor? Who say I don't care for the disabled? :(



Why, hello there.



The Shit Ship.



Milk.



Escargot.



Beef stroganoff. This isn't authentic stroganoff because it's supposed to be creamy. Not some retarded tasting sliced beef in tomato sauce dish. And my rice wasn't even buttered! Idiots! All of you! Did I mention the waiters and waitresses wore these really goofy sailor hats too? How kinky. D:



Fillet mignon. Back in Cafe Miri, it's something like RM 42 for a smaller piece? Over here, it's RM 38 for a bigger slab of beef. D:

My dad had fried rice. So I didn't bother taking a picture. Lololol.



D: I'll have to chase that lady on wheels tomorrow again.



I'm not sure exactly how I'll use this bag. I can't even put my notes or laptop in it. :(




No, it does not say 'Pork' or 'Porko'. It's some weird brand called 'Echo Park'. Whatever that means. I like it. Grafitti is cool. So is vandalism. :)

Bought alot of black shirts too. My wardrobe is coming along VERY well. My life has no colour.

Conclusion :

Life has no colour.

Lazy to use Italic and Bold.

Must chase lady on wheelchair tomorrow.

With sore feet,
The Milkman

KL Trip : Day 1

Suck suck suck.

KL sucks. If fuck is spelled fcuk here, then KL scuks.

The air is thick, and I actually find it hard to breathe. The airport is hella far from the city, and the taxi's are damn expensive.



Our driver from the airport was an Indian guy, and one thing about Indian taxi drivers and the Chinese ones, they talk more. Much, much more. Though, they do have valuable info about the city.



I can barely see the twin towers in the smoggy morning air. I swear it's not fog, because it was kind of warm today.



I will never get used to this. I hate KL I hate KL I hate KL I hate KL.



First meal in KL. Char siu with noodles. It sucked. Kolo mee in Miri still better gua. Summore for this they charged RM 7. Exclusive of the fucking 10% service charge and 5% govt. tax. My mom also ordered what was supposedly the 'popular' suckling pig. At RM 22, we only got like, 10-12 pieces of fried pork SKIN. WTF ??

And after breakfast, we were all drained from the flight, of which we could not take a nap because we were seated right beside the fucking air intake thingie on the wing. It was like a constant 'VROOOOOOOOOOOOM' the whole flight. So when we checked into our room, we were wondering why the room was in a green tone.



Blame the fucking receptionist trainee that put us into this fucking room right beside a fucking constuction expansion site. I don't want some fucking construction workers peeping into the fucking room while we're resting. And don't say we can just close the curtains. I'm not stupid. I want the fucking sunlight. My parents were too tired to complain, so we just closed the curtains and took a rest first. Half an hour later, 'ping piang bang vriiii vriiiiiiii'. My dad finally decided to ask for a different room at no extra charge away from the fucking construction. And guess what, we had to move all our stuff, and once again, had another fucking construction thingie right outside our window AGAIN. Fuck the Coronade hotel, and fuck the noob shit-faced receptionists. So freaking pissed.



Can you see my mummy in there? She was eye-ing a RM1400 bag. Can you say, 'siao'?



Is that how you spell babana? Sputid ppl.



So small.. I can squash squash SQUASH.

Honestly, I sort of got another culture shock aside from the hei-rens back in campus. Over here, there are alot of Indians and people from the Middle-East, Iranians and whatnot. We sure die if Paulina is here. Cholop us to death. Oh ya, also alot of fat ang-mohs and hyper Australian chicks. Pelik people.



I guess this was the only highlight of the day. It's like the beach for KL people. I could just sit there and stare at the water works for hours on end. Like the waves back in Tanjung beach. Hopefully Kristine can teman me there when I get back.

Conclusion :

I am so hating KL now. It's no place for a small town boy like me. I think I may have contracted bronchitis.

Might be going to Genting tomorrow, I don't know yet. May be meeting some people on Friday and Saturday. Again, not so sure about those plans as well. Definitely won't be meeting up with old schoolmates. I'm just not worth the trip, I suppose. Oh well.

Surprisingly disappointed,
The Milkman

So..

Just a short update on what happened during Grace's birthday. Paulina and I were her escorts for the day. She doesn't have any other friends. :(

Sorry if the pictures are abit blurry. I forgot to wipe the dust off my camphone's lens.



The light of God shines upon the pure. SO HOT IN THE TAXI U NOE? Summore got some phunkie shit smell inside. Summore charge us RM42 for the ride from the Spring to INTI, then to BDC, then finally back to the Spring. Taxis SUCK. The SUCK and they SMELL. I almost forgot to mention, as quoted from Pol on the picture, "It's like the light is shining on my boobies". *faint*



Friends. Aww. *puke*



Blur and brain in comatose.



OBVIOUSLY we're NOT INTERESTING enough for her. @#$%

After my lunch at the food court, we walked around aimlessly like all Mirians do. After that we had more ice-cream and walked some more. Apparently Pol has some pictures of the flat escalator thing of which we rode up and down twice? I hope her camera tio virus. We then ended up in Secret Recipe. I had some fish thing and Grace had beef lasagne. Pol had her donuts from Big Apple and blew the castor sugar powder off her Iceberg donut all over the table. Naughty Paulina! Spank spank spank!



The table BEFORE she made it snow all over and had the staff charge us extra service charge for making such a mess.



"Mummy said EAT YOUR BREAD".



"No!" *pout*
sidenote : zomg i look super fat?



Kick-ur-momma bad ass.



Joe: "I think I'm going to post this up."
P&G: "Shit."



That's pretty much all from our favourite Tambi's birthday. Was SUPER exciting. *sarcasm sarcasm sarcasm* Nah lah, I very much enjoyed laughing loudly like we did back in Parkson in those long gone days. Thank God Grace and Pol are with me in Kuching. We all have each others' company. *laughs at Adelaide, KL, Mukah and Miri friends* Nyahahah.

Till next time my lovelies.

Written in Miri,
The Milkman

I Miss..

..My Tambi Queen



She's so near, yet so far. Do you know how many pictures I have of her that I want to post up? It's like she's born to look crazy in pictures. It's weird, there are more pictures of her compared to anyone else in my outing pictures. It's a damn sign !! zomg ?? D:

..My Princess Matasepet



Who ask her go KL? Who ask her tattoo her eyebrows? Who ask her curl her hair? DUN TAKE MY ADVICE LA. Like this call FREN ?? Blarrrr. Good to hear she's adjusted to KL life. Can't believe the bugger likes BOOTS now. BOOTS. Convert to ah-lian liao.

..My Char Shao Pau Pau



She's coming to Kuching to study next month too~ Sambal power 3 in 1 !! Euu all dun jeles. Though, she's plopped in another uni only taxi-driver-knows-where. Spring still the nearest to me. Nyeheh. Nyeheheheheheh.

..My Catwillscratchuruglyface



Ok. This pic kinda scary. But whatever. Still funny. I think I will develop this picture into a photo and keep it in my wallet. Then, whoever steals my wallet will open and see this picture. Then they will laugh like hell. Then they will die.

..My Bleached Tofu



I wonder if she's still pale like before. I so miss bossing her around to wear frumpy clothing for the drama competition. Her make up was so heavy. It's like water colour on white paper. I wonder if she'll let us colour her face once she comes back.

..My Sweets and Candy



She's nothing but sweet !! I can't find any bad pictures of her !! *grumble* Kamu tunggulah. Peace sign peace sign. Kamu tunggu. How's being in Curtin with Samuel ?? :P

..My Daily Intake of Horny



Is she digging her.. :x I can't believe you let Samuel convince you to get a bob. What's worse is that I can't call you mushroom head because it sounds wrong !! D: Oh. Must eat more pork. Will see you when I come back~

..My Burnt Trumpeteer



I should ban this pic from the guys. Hmm. Can't seem to remember when she used to be fair. Must have been ages ago since she burnt herself for some band comp. Oh well, most of the best lawyers are indian anyway, I suppose her skintone will give her some camo.

..My Piggy Whale



I saved the best worst for last. She's coming back this semester break~ We shall meet up at Coffee Bean and listen to more horny sex phone saxophone music together. I hope the mole remover granpa is in Parkson when you come back. I chia u remove 1 mole. :D

Am back in Miri now~ The flight was horrible. Sat between a guy with some horrible tuberculosis-like cough and a stinky, fat camper man. Damn that cibai receptionist pig who gave me that seat. His mole will grow hair and it will hurt like hell when he tries to pluck it out. Idiot.

Now, why do I just post up the girls? Why don't I post up about my guy friends? Because I'm not gay. :P Nah, the guys just aren't pretty enough, that's why.

I suppose chances are against that we all see each other together again. Best make the time we have now before we get careers and start rejecting calls because we're 'too busy' or 'in a meeting'. :(

Sorrowfully posted up by,
The Milkman

Rantings of a Hygiene Freak

I don't understand why..


..why some guys..


..they just can't..


..really can't..


..F*CKING AIM THEIR WEEWEE TO PEEPEE INTO THE DAMN TOILET BOWLBOWL ??


How many times have I used public toilets since coming here. It's like everytime I use the toilet, there are either small puddles of 'drying' urine either on the base of the toilet bowl, the toilet seat itself, or at the part where the toilet seat and cover are joined. I sometimes wonder if they really have bladder dysfunction. If they do, fine, I can't blame them from 'dribbling'. But seriously, do you have to pee on the toilet seat too?

For any guys who are reading this, remember to always;


LIFT UP THE F*CKING TOILET SEAT WHEN YOU HAVE TO PEE.


I won't be surprised if the intelligence of man finally implodes and everyone starts peeing on the toilet seat COVER instead.

At least the seat might be spared.

I wonder if girls ever have to deal with this crap everytimes they use the toilet.

Honestly, guys,

AIM BEFORE YOU SHOOT.

'Pissed' off,

The Milkman

It's Like The Sims, Only Less Perverted.

Remove that blur when they go into the shower and hopefully you get what I mean.

Just a day before the first day of my semester finals.

It'll start off with 'English and Communication Skills', along with 'General Mathematics' on Monday, 'Information Technology' on Tuesday, 'Engineering Mathematics' on Wednesday, and 'Physics' on Thursday, not to forget, 'Freedom to Run Around Campus Naked' on Friday.

You see, I don't get why we are studying English this late in our lives. I mean, honestly, it doesn't even make understanding the terms in our science subjects any easier. All there is to the subject is FORMAT, FORMATS, and FORMATTING. It's just so annoying.

In a way, it's pretty easy to see that Swinburne is CLEARLY making easy money out of this subject, with all the PART-TIME lecturers hired to teach us ENGLISH. Seriously, come ON. Why have an 'Intensive English' course when you're forcing the rest of the students to take up English as a required subject ANYWAY? It's just so unnecessary. So what if we would have to write reports in the future? Our bosses don't want to read about ONE activity in, what, 3-4 pages? With all the citations and in-text referencing flung in and out of the report. If they DO want the details in detail, just speak to us in person. It's faster than reading an eye-squinting report and our bosses can ask us anything that concerns them right there ON THE SPOT.

Blame me for being narrow-minded, but it really gets me going to know that authority is making me study ENGLISH again.

BLAH.

And I.T.? Don't even get me started. Because we SOOOOOOO need to know how to make a freaking 'noob ass' website for a 'big ass' company when we get a job in Engineering/Science. D'oh.

AND PRESENTATIONS SHOULD BE DONE IN 'ENGLISH AND COMMUNICATION SKILLS' INSTEAD IMO.DUN.U.THINK??? (IMO = in my opinion. If you didn't know, I apologize for your ignorance)

*cuss moment* bloody fat bastard is banging on his roommate's door because he forgot his keys again and locked himself out. dumb biatch. *cuss moment*

Wow, this post is so super random.

Anyways, I'll move on to the lighter side of my life here.

Have possibly lost a good friend, but have made closer bonds with others whom I was not so close to before whatever incident that had occurred. It's sort of a repercussion, I figure. Ah well, you win some, you lose some. :B

I find it comforting now that I have met some people on and outside campus which I, probably, am proud to say, do not consider me as any sort of a freak, due to my attitude and the way I talk(very rudely, at times most of the time). I would definitely call myself an introvert when asked, but why am I so noisy when in public? It confuses me.

I would like to list down the great people I've met online, and also in person, but I doubt they would like to have anyone but themselves know of their relation with me. Or is it the other way around? Blek. :p

If any of you are reading(which I honestly hope not), thanks for treating me so nicely and for those free take-aways so early in the morning and so late at night. Seems I do not hate McDonald's so much after all(well, just as long as it's free). Nyaha. :p

But really, thanks guys you all. :x

Wrongfully written by,

The Milkman

To All Whom May Be Concerned,

It's so hypocritical.

The way you ask me to treat others better when I'm mad at them.

Yet you yourself block me on MSN and ignore me in class.

I know I did that to someone, and I'm sorry for it.

And now we're even closer than before.

But I'm not the one who gave that advice and go against it.

Inviting others for gatherings so openly infront of us,

Leaving your other friend behind after class.

The least you can do is treat her better than me.

I didn't even realize you were that type of person.

I suppose you really can't judge a book.

I guess it's a good thing you're ignoring me.

It gives me a chance to know the real person in that shell.

Hope your future friends don't experience this.

They'll eventually feel the way I do.

But I just keep it to myself.

If we never become friends again,

I would feel my loss.

But would you?

: /

Posted sheepishly by,
The Milkman

One For The Road. But Does Anyone Care??

So, there goes my eighteenth birthday. Recieved quite alot of birthday wishes at midnight too. Surprisingly. I never thought people would remember, since I never remember theirs. But thanks fools. :p~

You must be wondering what presents I received. Well, let me tell you, it isn't a PSP, a new phone, or a car for that matter. Here are a few things I recieved from my dear parents this time round;

1. 4-days 5-nights trip to Miri. (I don't celebrate Gawai though)
2. RM100 reload to my DiGi number. (to get that Marie Digby autographed guitar)
3. A pair of spankin' new jeans. (spankin'. huhuh..)
4. A thick wad of cash as 'allowance'. (amount undisclosed)
5. Great breakfasts, lunches, and dinners with my family. (exclude annoying cousin)

Needless to say, I found out I gained like, what, 2kg since I moved to Kuching. This really surprises me because I don't eat very mu-.. Fine, I have been eating every chance I get. Can you blame me? Koko Crunch is laced with opium and cocaine..

I have to say that my camphone died and I 'forgot' to bring the charger. How the hell was I supposed to know that it won't last for 5 days? Wouldn't yours? So no pictures this time. :(

Alright, about my Miri trip. It was great, because I could eat so much great food without having to worry about the bill(Not to imply that I'm frugal with food, but I often don't bring enough money when I go out). The night I came back, I ate like, 2-3 bowls of rice together with my mom's homecooked food. I almost exploded. Though, that wasn't the only time I almost exploded due to overeating.

The next morning, my dad took-away(see? I told you it sounds like stealing) some food from Mr. Ho's(mmph.. 'Ho'.. huhuhuhmm). I had 4 homemade(?) sausages and a Caesar salad. The food from Mr. Ho is damn expensive, but really tasty and good. The sausage skins crack and snap in your mouth. Mmm, apparently Kuching has a Mr. Ho branch as well. Mmm, juicy sausages. *cough*

I can't really remember what food I ate throughout the trip, but all I know is that it was all good.

As my meeting with old friends, it never happened. Some of them weren't up for going out because they had some 'stuff' to do or whatever. Only Samuel made an effort to call us out, but it didn't happen in the end. Aih, am I disappointed? I actually don't care because all I wanted was to spend more time with my parents anyway.

I guess what my dad said it's true.

"Your best friends will be the ones you make during your further studies."

It's kind of hard to deny now that I have now experienced a rift in certain relationships. Maybe he's right after all. Am I sore about this? Not really, no.

I suppose I should just stop here and try to make the best with the people who I'm with now. :)

Once again, thanks to the 21(agak-agak?) people who wished me a happy birthday. I love you all, really. 'Belated's not counted. *cough*

Eh CB, where my presents? You all think I will forget just because you send cute cute de sms la? Stupiak.

Ranted pissfully,
The Milkman