STUPID FIRST GEN MACBOOK! STUPID WORD!

I'm about ready to throw
my MacBook down from the 5th floor.

I've lost my work FOUR TIMES in the last hour. FOUR! Like, that the hell!? STUPID, LOUSY GOOD-FOR-NOTHING MICROSOFT WORD FOR MAC! You suck! AND STUPID, UNRELIABLE, FIRST GEN MACBOOK OF MINE, YOU SUCK BIGGEST TIME! Cos you always quit my applications for no reason at all! I hate you!!! I hate the both of you! ROAR!!!

HOW TO WORK LIDDAT!?

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Mr, You Just Screwed Up!

That's it. Gone. Conk. Kaput. No more. Habis. Hangus. Hancur. Terkandas. Terbabas. Mati. Die. Si. Bo liao. Khi. Su. Gai liao la lu.

UK PSA: Belt Up In The Back

WARNING: Graphic video embedded below. Watch at your own risk.





I tell you ah...

If any of you are ever fortunate enough
steal a spot in my backseat,
you better buckle up.

OR ELSE!!!

...or else you got
nothing more
to read only lor.

-_-

T-Mobile: Sing-along

Advertising Agency: Saatchi & Saatchi, London, United Kingdom
Art Directors: Paul Silburn, Kate Stanners, Rick Dodds
Copywriter: Steve Howell
Agency Producer: Ed Sayers
Production Company: Partizan, London
Director: Michael Gracey
Editor: Diesel Schwarze
Post-Production: TBC
Audio Post-Production: 750 MPH

[Source]

Duration of video: 4 minutes.

That's 4 minutes where nothing else mattered but 13,500's voices singing in harmony into 2,000 microphones, at 6PM on 30 April 2009, at Trafalgar Square in central London, England. Nice. Wish I were there. Check out what some of the peeps there had to say after:

Absolutely mental. Damn straight.
I could totally do with some of this in Malaysia.

GGS02E22

I've officially run out of episodes. Damn.

Oh, The Drama

If my life had no drama, I'd be bored.

But... when Drama makes a lunge for the reins and decides to steer homewards after she's wrestled me to the ground and pounded me to a pulp for it, she's definitely overstepped her borders. A little bit of drama's good. Fun, even. But like everything else, there's a limit to how much of a good thing my 5ft 3.9in frame can take. And this much drama is just too much drama for my liking. Urgh.

Goodbye, World. If anything, I'll be in my room.

Roadtrip's Over

Time to crash.

Really beh tahan already. Tired like hell. Body-wise. But too bad Brain also beh tahan. In a totally different way. Cos Brain wanna tell story. Story about how weird this roadtrip was for me. And as you can see, Body lost out cos I'm blogging. Anyways, quick quick wan ok? Short update. If my sentences turn to mash and my England goes wonky midway through, close one eye and buat pretend don't see.

This visit to Malacca was weird cos
I SLEPT AT EVERY SINGLE
PART OF THE ROADTRIP.

-_-

So wth.

Left KL/Selangor at 11.20AM. Slept on the way there. First stop: Jonker Street. Slept there. Drove to another remote, godforsaken part of Malacca. Slept on the way there. Ate dinner at some seafood restaurant called Bert's. Slept there. Got back into the car to begin the journey back. Slept all the way back – from Bert's right till I reached Subang at 1-something AM.

-_-

Fail or not, I ask you???

Haih. Sat pai.

But hor... even after all that sleeping, I'm still ridiculously tired. So what I'm gonna do is this: I'm gonna go catch me some shut eye. Like, right now. And on a real bed this time. Heh. Catch ya tomorrow. Zzz.

My Labour Day Weekend So Far

Thursday Night:
Watched Wolverine at PC1, TGV Cinemas, The Gardens, Mid Valley City (what a mouthful!) courtesy of The Company. Thought it was superb. COS HUGH JACKMAN SO SO HOT LAH SUMMORE WHY WOR??? The fella yummy daddy lah. Mmmm. I like many many.


Late Thursday Night:
Karaoke session with the crew. Sang a lot but still... rasa macam tak puas. Anybody else up for a little bit of sing song with Pam Song?


Wee Hours of Friday Morning:
*censored* Came home to discover that Mrs Housemate's shoes were staying the night. *cough cough* Took a shower. Decided that I didn't like my empty-looking wardrobe. Ended up doing laundry. At 5:30AM. Even ironed a whole bunch of clothes while waiting for the machine to complete its cycle. Blergh.


Friday Morning:
Slept in. (That means getting 5-and-a-half hours of sleep.) Skipped breakfast. Didn't get up, not even to pee.


Friday Afternoon + Night:
Was a guest at DASH United – a wedding I'll never forget. The groom teared and the bride cried. Heck, even I felt like I wanted to cry! If Mee was there, she'd totally be bawling like a baby. No joke. Over a thousand guests during the exchange of vows and 80 tables in total for the dinner. (Phew!) Crazy stuff. I took G1 out for a spin so... pictures soon. =D


Wee Hours Of Saturday Morning:
My suspicions have been confirmed. *censored* Mrs Housemate is in fact, THE REAL Mrs Housemate. Sure. 100%. Guarantee. Without question. Without a doubt. Confirm-firm. Cos I saw I-love-you-you-love-me notes lying around. *shiver* And it's the second night them shoes are staying over. Hmmm. Think I should keep the radio on at all times.

BONUS SECTION!!!
(Like so wth, right? Haha.)

The Plan For Saturday:
IMMA HEADED FOR MALACCA, BAY-BEH! G1's second adventure is about to begin. In just 5 hours and 42 minutes, to be exact. Which reminds me... It's BEDTIME! Toodles noodles!