And it flashed before my eyes, the good old times...

I had this wee bit of feeling Ass-too-'kay is going to screw me for being late on my posts everytime it's my turn. Yeah, so here you go, you Sri Lankan uncle...!!!

I've got my *cough* excuses *cough* for being late okay? Don't everyone do? At least I'm not a woman telling you this, okay? You Sri Lankan uncle with a nickname like Ass-too-'kay... you narcissist!

Anyway, on with the programme...

I just got home from hanging out with a bunch of old schoolmates. It was a BBQ gathering in someone's house near Wangsa Maju. We had a long chat, starting off with racial-political issues. Yeah, if you're going to yawn... I understand your shallowness. It's okay. Besides, even if we weren't just 8 guys of Chinese and Malay descents, we wouldn't have cared. We enjoyed being open in our "serious" conversations and that was the important thing.

Later on, the conversation moved to a more familiar and sweet territory... our shenanigans in school. Of wall-climbing actions, to hot girls in Form Six, to getting caught and punished by teachers, to fireworks in the Prefects' Room, to imaginative exam-cheating tactics, to the big fight we watched zealously, to playing 2-on-2 football made out of excercise books in the corridor, to literally finding a piece of huge-ass bowel extraction in the classroom one fine day... man, those were the days!

Talking about all that reminded me of how much I missed me good ol' Alma Mater days when we were so carefree and things were simpler... *sigh*... A non-schoolmate guest of ours asked us "Oh my God, what kinda school did you guys go to?"

And you thought VI was just a school of nerds? You're living in a little world of your own then. And yes, I love my school, I love to brag about it, and I hate everything that it's slowly becoming today. You see, we have a passion for our dear 116-year-old Vicky the ol' school.

This really intrigued me. What was the worst shenanigan were you involved in back in your secondary school days? Drop your stories in the comments box please.

Now, don't go making up stories if you don't have any. It's okay to be a good kid. They played important roles in our days too. *nudge, wink*

– Liam –

Steve Irwin is Dead...

Ok... Steve Irwin is dead...

Let's all take a moment here...

Ok... Let's get down to business...

I just finished revising for my Financial Accounting mid-term when I glanced at my laptop screen and I saw the list of contacts on my MSN...

First I thought that it was the latest "in-thing", which by meaning, most probably will be the next stupidest thing that looks good on one person and shamelessly copied by others in hope that they would look good too...

Anyways, as more and more people came online, I was like "Ah.... Idiots..."

Then I went on the uni's server chatroom and they were talking about Steve Irwin dying... And how people are puttin pics of little turtle's beside their MSN nicks...

At first I was speechless... And then I started shaking my head in disgust...

People, Steve Irwin got stung by a huge ass stingray and you guys are remembering him by placing little green turtle beside your MSN nicks???

Stever Irwin sticks his head up croc's and alligators mouths and you remember him by puttin a cute little green turtle beside your MSN nicks???

THAT.IS.JUST.SAD.

Now, don't get me wrong coz I ain't dissing Steve Irwin... Coz lets be frank, would you stick your head into a freaking river, in fear of losing your skin due to corrosion caused by pollution? This dude stuck his HEAD into a croc's mouth... Yes, glistening razor sharp teeth counted...

But a little green turtle???

Can we give this dude something more manly?

A croc?

A poisonious snake?

Heck, put a picture of Morgan Freeman also more manly...

Poor Steve Irwin...

All that crazy ass stuff and he get's a cute turtle...

*Sigh*

--|[s2k]|--

P.S: To the family of Steve Irwin, Me and Liam would like to offer our condolences to Steve's passing... Although I refuse to put a turtle next to my MSN nick, because I consider it an insult, my condolences are with you guys.

Pet peeves

The title says it a lot doesn't it... But not everything.

Seeing that ass-too-'kay has mentioned about his pet peeve, I thought I should follow up on it too. Not that I can't think of anything better to write on... *cough*

Pet peeve numero uno: Drama queens. Usually beautiful on the outside, empty as a drum on the inside. They throw a fit when things don't go their way. It's simply because they've been so spoilt since young that it's the only way to get what they want when the going gets tough. Its male counterpart, the drama king, are not free of similar accusations. Except that they are usually spoilt, rich brats rather than pretty faces.

Have I pushed your buttons yet? Just hang on there...

Numero dos: Dilly-dallying. When I want an answer or something done now, I really, really mean now. I hate it when people don't keep their words, giving "ums" and "ahs", and taking me for a bloody ride. I'm sure you have come across them before too. They can be anyone, anywhere... in your assignment groups, hang out groups, or as a business partner... or worse (please God, save me then), as your squeeze. They like to waste people's time and energy, that's one thing I can be sure of.

See youself somewhere there? Wait, I'm not done yet...

Numero tres: Some people, when they don't have anything better to say, can't shut the hell up. They would rather much kiss an ass than anything else. Yes, I'm talking about big time suck-ups. Don't you just hate it when someone kisses up to a person in authority? You know their targets... teachers/lecturers, rich aunts/uncles, and the like.

Well, well... looks like I've suddenly become a male version of a beautiful, sexy drama queen who's been dilly-dallying on his long overdue post on this blog, trying to kiss the readers' asses with this self-justifying paragraph. A pretty good write, isn't it?

Oh, i forgot one more pet peeve. People with no sense of humour. Maybe someone out there would like to justify it as my pet peeve by being an example...

– Liam –