[The following entry is not related to the continuation of the 'smelly' story.]


I couldn't even think of doubting my purchase. I had been researching on it for over a month and finally found a good price for it. It was my decision to dash straight to get it after my December exams.



The Sony Ericsson W910 has a 3.2-inch, 320x240pixel TFT 256K colour screen, which is one of the biggest in the Sony Ericsson range. It's 12.5mm slim (Nokia N73 - 19mm, SE K810 - 17mm, Motorola RAZR V3i - 13.9mm), and weighs a feathering 86g (Nokia N73 - 116g, SE K810 - 103g, Motorola RAZR V3i - 100g). With a standard 2mp camera, it packs a cool accelerometer-functioned 'shake' feature, for such a slim phone. Just flick it to change your music, or play games with the kinetically-controlled capabilities. For RM1400.

But something more exhilarating revealed itself to me.

In an instant, my firm decision was trickled and deviated from.





"He's coming back this Friday. He bought one for me already. It's US$399. That's around RM1350. You want one or not?"

"WTF GET ONE FOR ME LAR!!"


After a few days of enormous hype and excitement, it was time for my brother to tell me that his friend did not reply his facebook/friendster/icq/skype/msn/email messages completely. And all I needed to know for my entire day to dissolve down the drain was that his friend was already on the way back from the United States. With only one phone for him.


I guess faith, fate, luck and hope are not intertwined after all.

Labels: gadgets

December is a time for children to spend time with their parents, for teenagers to watch movies and surf on facebook all day. December is a month of celebration with green trees set up indoors, and majestic fireworks at the city centre. December is a period for everyone to relax, savour, and enjoy the taste of reduced stress levels. December is a moment to explore and discover as much of the rest of the world you always wished to visit but never had the time or chance to.

Above all, December is a time for ACCA students to sit for their





Good Luck to all ACCA students facing their heart-throbbing moments in the hall.


[Timetable:]

5th Dec 2007 - 3.00 pm - Audit & Assurance

6th Dec 2007 - 3.00 pm - Financial Management

11th Dec 2007- 3.00 pm - Financial Reporting




(p.s. Previous story will continue in December)

Labels: the accounting stuff

It seemed like forever as I searched high and low for it. I glanced around for anything that could alleviate the panic in my guts, the churning stomach, the unsteady limbs. But all my hope rested in a small aerosol spray can of AmbiPur Green Tea air freshener, for RM6.90 in Guardian. I was thinking, okay this should do it, yes it might work, the trip home would only be half an hour or so. Of recurring decomposition. Damn, I was actually screwed.

Maybe it really was my sneakers. Maybe the stench in the toilet blocked out the smell coming from whatever my shoe caught from the car. Maybe it was me. Time was running out while I had some leisure at the IT section looking at the phone. My classmate called to inform me of a one-hour lunch break, and there I was, not even halfway to solving the problem. I had to look for more mitigation.

Labels: rediscovering myself

Intensive revision classes for Financial Reporting at Sunway ACCA started on Friday, and ends this Tuesday. 9am - 7.30pm everyday. That would be my first unfortunate event. Now let me take you through the whole series.


I started off my day(Saturday) at 8.30am inserting the key into the car door lock and unlocking it. As I hooked onto the handle, lifting it up and swinging the door open, the fumes escaped towards me, making me nauseas and wobbly as I inhaled a whole cubic decimeter of it. I quickly remembered that odor that had been there since the car returned from the overhaul repairs a week ago.

I raced the car to the nearby gas station to buy an Ambi-Pur as I endured the fumes of what seems to have consisted the smell of an organic creature decomposing. It was one of the days I hoped wouldn't have an impact on me since I was already under long-term stress from intensive revision classes for a month.

And I was yet to fetch her in 2 minutes. She who had the cleanliness of a freak, would cast a loud "YUCKKKK!" into the air looking at you drop a sweet onto the seat, picking it up and eating it agian. Just a sweet. a dry, cube of rock-hard Halls or something. For less than 2 seconds.

"YUCKK!!"

And so I prayed a little for The greater power to render me some confidence over my embarrassment when she got into the car and frowned with the act of choking at the decomposing scent. Well, that wasn't too bad, was it. I just had to try and hold steady for a day, and then pretend that I can't get the car for the next few days so she would have to drive for all of the days.

She would want to drive for all of the days anyway.


Starting questions in class wasn't much problem. I found myself in escaped relief sitting in a hall with neutral aroma. I even felt a little more prepared for exams as I above-averagely comprehended what the replacement lecturer was ranting about, as I mostly don't. Everything was going as cool and calm as a Halls mint cube.

Until the decomposing smell returned.

At an early 9.30am of the day , people around me started noticing that there was actually an odor coming from within my proximity. It was unspeakable of what even I myself was going through. Even with the blocked nose, I could feel as if the flies around a dead cat laying right between my legs hover around in a swarm. I couldn't take it anymore and left for the washroom to inspect myself thoroughly. I sniffed both my old, torn sneakers (as I may have suspected that the ultra-high frequent use of it without wash and sun could have been causing me such detrimental embarrassment), and my jeans, trying to trace any spec of bad smell. But there were only the usual odors of teenage guys who perspire quicker than the norm. No dead cat.

I returned to my seat where she sat two persons away, and she immediately exclaimed her disfavour towards the returning bad scent, with that exact same honest frown. In a split-second I knew it was time to dispose of this madness somehow.

I rushed to my parked car outside college knowing that I would have to skip 2 hours of class, but I had already been induced by the unpleasant feeling of self-consciousness to look for a new pair of shoes or an air freshener at the nearest shopping mall. Being hopeful to return to college and meet up with my friends in time for lunch, I looked forward to a happier-ending day.


But this is where the story only begins.

Labels: rediscovering myself

#1. Keep a notebook to jot down everything that happens throughout your day.


There are days when there had just too many events to post about and so you tend to overlook a lot of detail when writing about your highlights of the day. Quickly whip out your phone to remind yourself about how short that girl's skirt was or even your best toilet experience in college.


#2. You should soo0o use like, bimbotic english yo.



When you attempt to blog, put on your bimbo cap and bring out that wild ranting spirit in you. Use more phrases such as soooo, like, oh my god, whoa, yo, gurl, dude, like hello0o?!?!, b*itch, and others, to lengthen your sentences so they look more exhilirating and expressive.


#3. Keep your phone camera ready at all times.



As my mobile phone's optical image capturing device has malfunctioned for over a year (not to mention that there's no usb cable for me to transfer directly into the pc), I've missed many inspiring moments outside home where I don't bring a camera along with me. A simple example would be when someone is picking his/her nose, or even licking the dirt off a wheel rim.

#4. Keep up with the happenings in town.



Always keep your head up to listen for new events coming up in school, college/uni or at work. Go and keh-poh in other conversations and explore different places to spot attractive things to blog about. But don't go skipping class/work just for the sake of a dumb diary.


#5. Allocate some time for daily blogging WITHOUT MSN AND SURFING.



Well, if you're good at getting one thing done after another, then this won't be a problem. But for the rest of us who have wasted about a quarter of our lives instant messaging, shut off that darn green man and finish your entry quickly before more things begin to complicate your life.



Well, that's a quick update then.

Oh and that's the phone i'm going to buy. (i'm seriously going to, okay.) Anyone know the price?

Labels: expanding my knowledge

Life is your meter, measuring your limits in units of pride, happiness and peace. As it lapses, others read your meter and assess you by your success and achievements in life.

Like they say, the sky is your limit. since life is unknown up there.



Life is when you look back at your past and say "why the hell did I do that for anyway," and laugh out loud about it without anyone else in the room.



Life is an iPod, filled with embracing music, contenting it's listener with it's deepest melody. All it needs is a good playlist of positivity and a little recharge once in awhile, for it to go on its journey to serve and make others feel better.



Life is also when you're on stage in front of six hundred people, with the spotlights glaring in your eyes, blocking out half your vision, as you tremble and stutter in the silence of the hall which awaits for your performance, and all you think about, is that you cannot possibly die on stage due to frightful trauma, and you then begin your marvelous act gracefully and confidently.



But most of all, life is when your loved ones come together, celebrate your existence and wish you the best while you strive to seek your limits wherever you are.



To my dearest grandfather, wishing you a prosperous and happy birthday. May your life be wonderful and magnificent to you and to all of us.

God bless.


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My maid made the usual cake for the birthday, and she can't read and write so she probably asked my dad or mom to write on paper and copied... so guess what...



my parents forgot how old my granddad is!

Labels: life around me