teaandcanai

Happy (Very Belated) New Year

2007-02-05T21:37:00.000+08:00

It's so good to be back. About time too. You guys must already been wondering, did these guys drown while helping out the flood victims?

Funny...

I've decided, after surviving from that near-death ordeal (I had to swim my way to safety, while all Ass-too-'kay had to do was FLOAT), that I should appreciate life more. I realised that every year, too many things happen at the same time for you to comprehend fully and most of the time, we forget what happened. Lessons forgotten outnumber the lessons learnt.

So I've decided to go out of my way to make it a point to present you lovely people out there a fortnight post on important things that happened last year. I

The Two-Oh-Oh-Six Fortnight

Original, isn't it? The wonders of the human mind...

For the first issue, I'm going to dwell on the biggest sporting event of the year. It's the most watched international sporting event (that only those Yankees seem to be too blinkered to even notice let alone comprehend its greatness) that took place in Germany in the summer. Yes, I'm talking about the World Cup.

Sadly, the best teams (they looked good on paper, at least) didn't seem to go anywhere far enough. Argentina, with an abundance of talent in every position, were knocked out in the quarters by the hosts. The Netherlands were still a self-destructive side, England picked up the pace only in the last 45 minutes of their last match before getting knocked (blinked) out, Spain still to fulfill their potential, and Brazil... they probably performed better in German clubs than in German stadiums.

All said and done, the two teams that were least expected made it into the final. Italy were rocked by domestic rigging scandals while France, in the early stages, looked more like a bunch of old sods huffing and puffing around the pitch on their crutches (good thing they didn't need wheelchairs).

Of course, we'll always remember that memorable moment when The Bald One thought The Tall One was the ball. Maybe he thought it would be great to leave Planet Football by reminding everyone why he was called The Bald One and not The Fat One. Or The Tall One did know Mr. Baldy's sister. Whatever the motivation, the incident sparked a sudden craze for Football Figther.

Konami must have immediately starting programming as soon as the final whistle was blown. Just a week after the game was released, sales skyrocketed to 20 million units worldwide. Within a month, it more than tripled to 62 million units (both PC and PSst2 versions). Even Sony announced that it would not release the all new PSst3 until late 2007, just for Konami.

In case you're wondering about the game, I've copied a still shot of the game, just for you guys. The link (the picture) was working 'till Ass-too-'kay decided that you guys should know how to google for it by now.

Now we know the Japanese aren't just good at cutting weird porn.

– Liam –

The New Year... And The Same Ol' Load Of Canai

2007-01-03T01:08:00.000+08:00

As you know, the new year has come...

And we are still here...

Bet you didn't count on that did ya??

Anyways, since this is the first (*and hopefully not our last*) New Year, we decided to post some pics and write a bit bout what we have going on here...

First things first, William got tipsy... Remember dude, you got tipsy, but Mun Yong got smashed. I mean, dude looked like a tomato dipped in neon red...

And since I did not take any pictures of Will when he was tipsy, I am gonna post a pic that is him before being tipsy...

Personally speaking, he looks better tipsy. Here, he just looks retarted...

Anyways, since it's New Years eve, we actually went all out and got some girls to come. Yes, this time the party was not ablaze with only male hormones and injected to new heights by copious amounts of alcohol and undercooked chicken wings...

This time, we got 4 girls... (*5 if you count C.K's sister*)

(*holds up 4 fingers*)

Yes, we ARE moving up the social calender, and we doing it by saying that we are straight...

Anyways, we ended up playing Twister... And let me just be the first to say... This is THE party game for ALL from now on...

Now shaddup and look at the pictures...

Mun Yong : Wei, this game is for retards la...
Rajes: Then Mun Yong, you are in the right place...
Mun Yong: Thanks man...
Michelle: *That's it... It's KLCC from now on...*

This is like a Jerry Bruckhiemer movie gone wrong...

At the party, we met up with LiDotShia a.k.a The Typing Dandelion and her b.f. Ben... Just so ppl know, Twister is most definitly a game that makes or breaks a relationship...

*Jaws music plays*
Ben: Oh no...
LiShia: Don't you even dare...
Ben:. ...Should not have eaten that beans...

Ben: It's gonna blow...
LiShia: AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Ben: Maybe if I change sides...
*shuffles*
Ben: Oh damn... I made it worst...
Li Shia: Double AHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Ben: Fire In The Hole!!!
*PRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!*
LiShia: Noooo !!! My mouth was open... And I'm blind....and deaf...

Ahh.... Good times...(*tho not the best smelling ones...*)

Anyways, the nite went on with more Twister, more akward positions, more countdowning (*you won't believe the number of countdowns that happened*) and of course, more drinking...

Yup, TeaandCanai is in full swing in this new year...

--|[s2k]|--

The walking zombie writes

2006-12-22T07:00:00.000+08:00

[Ass-too-'kay is such a lazy ass. guess that's why I've always had an affinity to call him that. Post something good or don't at all...]

Now that I'm done with shooting him down...

Have stayed awake the whole night(morning?) through. Time is an illusion now. I actually forgot what day it was yesterday 'till I checked my phone's calender (yes, there's actually a use to it).

Since ass-too-'kay ranted about not being able to 'catch up' (or chat) with his friends in a club, I suggest he should go to a bar instead if he wanted to do that. But then again, he wouldn't be drinking anyway, so why bother. Oh wait, they do serve Coke...

Hey friend, if you really wanna just hang out and 'catch up', we can go elsewhere y'know. There's this place I saw earlier yesterday after it poured heavily at my place. I was gazing at the rainbow outside my balcony and starting wondering about what can actually be found at the end of it. Besides, my wallet's a little light these days so, hell, why not go try my luck and see if I find a pot of gold huh? I'll just kill the leprechaun(s) if I see any of them.

To the people reading this, you wouldn't believe what I found. I literally floored my brake pedal when I got there.

Anyone wanna have a pint or two with me, just gimme a ring. I'll pick you up and we can do 'catch up' there.

– Liam –

p/s: Save it and zoom in if you can't see what it is, you four-eyed fool.

To Post or Not To Post???

2006-12-17T00:25:00.000+08:00

Been wondering...

Should I or should I not?

Beem finding it hard lately to post funny stuff?

I guess it is the lack of funny stuff happening?

Too post or not to post?

Very Macbeth-ish don't you think?

*postures Bard-ishly*

--|[s2k]|--

Tired

2006-12-11T22:47:00.000+08:00

I'm tired...So please forgive me if this blog entry is kinda lame...

But anyways, I'm tired, so to speak... Tired physically and mentally, and I haven't even picked up a Sudoku puzzle yet...

Anyways my emo ranting aside... Let's talk bout Fergie...

Not the Manchester United manager, coz well, my opinions on him are another thing all togather...

No, I am refferring to the Black Eyed Peas *singer* who has a new album out...

Not, music has taken a back seat on her album. I guess that there is more to music now days that you know... ACTUAL talent and ACTUAL lyrics and well, an ACTUAL voice that is easy on the ear...

Now Liam told me this at the mamak...

Liam: Dei, it's not that she is sexy, it's her VOICE that is sexy...

Now, I agree that she is horrible... The feeling you get from looking at her is the feeling you get checking out your grandma...

But I disagree that she sounds sexy... She sounds ok... But people like Christina Augilera and even Jennifer Lopez sounds better...

But then again, I guess the main point is that actual music has taken a back seat to incredible marketting and promotions

Sad ain't it???

*sigh*

Anyways, if you are like me, and enjoy actual music, go and listen to this (*download for all I care, coz commenting music piracy is a double edged sword*)

Star Mile by Joshua Radin
Cupid's Chokehold by Gym Class Hero's
Lips of An Angel by Hinder
Cinder And Smoke by Iron and Wine
Superman by Lazlo Bane
Closer by Joshua Radin
Anthem by Phantom Planet
The Incredible by Fat Joe
Swallowed by The Sea by Coldplay

Classifieds

2006-12-06T02:49:00.000+08:00

Tired of singledom? Yearning for the good ol' days of a quickie? Or maybe companionship?

Here's an idea. Courtesy of teaandcanai© (thanks to ass-too-'kay, we can now use that sign I've always wanted to).

Good luck.
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I really mean it.

– Liam –

And Thus We Were Technorati-ed...

2006-12-04T22:06:00.000+08:00

Technorati Profile

Teanadcanai has officially be claimed on Technorati, the premier blog directory, not those other wannabe sites where they "claim" that they are the best.

Well, they are not...

Technorati is the best...

If you don't believe this...

Matt never lies...

--|[s2k]|--

I'm gonna break my rusty cage...

2006-11-27T21:31:00.000+08:00

...and run.

We've been inactive again, I know. We're back for good, rest assured, what with ass-too-'kay being back from Down Under.

Today's post is a little more... how should I say... mellow? This is probably due to getting worn out by the audition I had yesterday for a Battle of the Bands. Unfortunately for you lovely people out there, I don't have pictures for it, eventhough I'm proud to say what a rock star I was to stick my tongue out at the camcorder while soloing to The Knack's My Sharona. Hell yeah.

The precedings were more c(h)ockful of shite. Warm ups outside the studio included jumping on a bench, blowing smokes at the CCTV, doing headstands at the edge of the top of the stairs, wailing to Sweet Child O'Mine's solo parts and laughing the hell out of our heads.

Yeah, okay. I'm done blowing my trumpet again. Here's the piece of the day.

Before you can even get to tell me that.

– Liam –

Lawfully Dumb...

2006-11-09T21:52:00.000+08:00

Learning how to read law and applying it is like reading old literature...

It's boring, tedious (*most of it*) and they always tend to over-complicate things, which I personally believe is in an attempt to keep their clients (*and at some point, themselves*) in a state of total cluelessness, in an effort of milking them for every cent they have and every high blood pressure level that they can achieve.

If swear, if I had my way, the Coorporations Act of Victoria would be just 2 pages long...

PAGE 1
If you go to bed, and you can't fall asleep, you did something wrong.

PAGE 2
If you come to work the next day looking like you could not go to sleep, you should go to jail.

There. Simple and to the point.

Then again, if I were to do that, "Romeo and Juliet" would be 1/2 a page long, with size 10 fonts...

Stupid law...

Currently listening to:-
Fever Dream by Iron and Wine
Shine by Lil' Wayne, and Mannie Fresh
Jezeeble by Iron and Wine

--[s2k]--

I work the engine but the engine wouldn't turn...

2006-11-03T11:31:00.000+08:00

Uh-huh... it wouldn't turn... until now.

Alright folks, it's that time again. November's here. Damn, it sure as hell gonna rain every day. *cue to play Guns & Roses' November Rain*

Now that my old friendster blog is (un)officially dead, I think I'll just post ALL my rants here. Yeah, I know, I love y'all too much. But do go there to see more of what I had to say. Bulls in Sheets

Speaking of love... ever wonder why Americans LOVE to take everything from outside and make it their own? They take cricket, gave it a facelift and voila! Baseball. Worse, they think that they're REAL men when they love their version of "football". C'mon... you ram around like bulls... with helmets and pads? Go play rugger, you dweebs. That's the original game. And "Football" already existed waayyy before you clowns invented your "version" of "football". These guys just took rugby and gave it Botox.

Not convinced that "American FOOTBALL" is gay? Look below.

Enough said.

– Liam –

Exams are A Pain...

2006-10-17T22:41:00.000+08:00

It's ironic as to how much we complain about exams.

Imagine this.

We spent 11 years (*some of us 13, for those who went thru the torture known as Form *), reading texts and notes, and attending classes by people who on a whole, spend more time thinking where they could have been if they "just-bought-that-winning-lottery-number", and then being under the pressure cooker enviroment to "perform and excel".

We would go out and buy books after books, stuffed with "notes" and questions, and we would easily spend hundreds on them. Until today, the only book that I reckon that was the most value for money that I have bought, is that Add Maths workbook that I used for 2 years, and gave me that A1 in Add Maths...

We would go to classes in below par conditions, such as broken tables, broken chairs, broken doors, broken windows, broken doors, broken ceiling panels (*yes there were*), which obviously not a condusive enviroment to study rite?

It's like studying in the ghetto...

And then comes the exam period.

Imagine spending 2 months revising notes or in most cases, actually learning the stuff your reading properly for the first time. The late nights, fueled by cups of Nescafe and Milo, chips and constant lack of sleep and panda eyes. The pre-exams stress. The stress of coming to school and seeing other people studying, which creates this kinda paranoia induced reaction to reach for a book to read over and over again.

And then the exams come and go. And at the end of the whole thing, you just can't help but think...

"OY!!!"

--|[s2k]|--

And you thought we were gone...?

2006-10-07T14:26:00.000+08:00

Yes, we were inactive for the longest time in our short history. But that was just to tease you readers out there. You know you miss us.

It's been some crazy semester for me, and it's about to end in a couple of week's time. Hold your confettis folks, not so fast.

I'm just typing here to brag about my recent performance in Wings Cafe last week. We played a few songs, namely Hotel California, Knockin' On Heaven's Door (Guns N Roses version) and I Will Survive (Cake version). It went pretty well, although there were technical problems on the PA system. I sincerely think that it could've been better.

The gig was quite unnerving, giving me jitters (yes, I'm only human... sorry for disappointing, I know you guys thought I always had a cold heart). Of course, I acted cool, staring into the crowd once in a while, looking at the glare of the spotlights, getting annoyed by the sound of passing vehicles outside and even winking at some pretty faces too. As soon as we finished, they threw flowers at us. Roses to be exact. I love to gloat this part of it. We felt like rock stars. Yeah, baby.

Now that we all know about my well-gloated performance, I'm going to ask all of you (yes, I love you guys, that's why I'm asking) to suggest some songs to perform for the next round. We're basically two guitars and a vocalist, so don't come up with hard rockin' songs please. Don't shower us with too much love though.

Your suggestion(s) are truly appreciated. Thank you.
– Liam –

p/s: Our apologies for the inactivity. It's only temporary.

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

2006-09-07T20:39:00.000+08:00

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...

2006-09-04T14:08:00.000+08:00

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

2006-09-02T21:34:00.000+08:00

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 –

We Get It... You HAVE A Cellphone...

2006-08-30T07:37:00.000+08:00

This has been bugging me for a long time...It really has...

It is hard enough being deprived of my weekly dose of canai and tea here in Aussie, and that is making me grouchy every Friday nite approximately around 12 (*Australian time*), but this is just PLAIN.ANNOYING.

Imagine this scenario. You are in the lecture theater. You just woke up 20 minutes ago to go to class (*reluctantly*) and since you are already there, you might as well learn something rite?

So you put on your serious face and you lose (*I can't believe I have stooped to quoting songs*) yourself in the the lecture... Not minding the lecturer is getting an orgasm while teaching Finance (*That is another story for another post...*)

Then outta no where, a Darth Vader theme song plays...

...

...

...

"Hello Mum???"

Look, there is nothing wrong with mom's calling their kid at any given time of the day... Let's face it, theyn suffered for 9 months carrying you around. They have the RIGHT to do that...

But for the love of God, learn to turn off/silence you damn cell when we are in the following:-

1. Lecture Hall/Theater - Coz yes, there are people out there that actually want to learn...
2. Movie Theaters - Coz telling the plot of the movie in the theater while the movie is playing is just a stupid way for piracy
3. Exams - *Duh*
4. Libraries - I mean come on... There are signs...EVERYWHERE

I don't know what are people so retarted as to not know basic courtesy...

But I believe that they want some recognition... If it was not for their cell's going off at god-knows-when, they would just go through life just another person that no one would bother with...

So I, on behalf of teaandcanai.wordpress.com, acknowladge your existence. You are no longer a nobody. You are just a growing number of somebodies...

Now turn that damn thing off!!!

--|[s2k]|--

Male products, eh?

2006-08-27T13:05:00.000+08:00

Well, well... now that ass-too-'kay hav mentioned MEN'S products (yes, the word "MEN" must precede everything), I feel the need to reveal a very well-kept secret of the American men that I stumbled upon recently.

Ah, yes... the American men. Sensitive, suave, athletic, well-behaved and well-groomed gentlemen. How can women possibly resist them? C'mon, they're from the land of fast food chains, war advocators, the culturally clueless, and a grammatically challenged Texan president that runs on deficit. I can feel the lust vibe for them from here...

Alright, enough of anticipation-building moments. Here's the product that is soon to become and not so well-kept secret thanks to me.

For further details/orders, please IM us. Please allow 2-4 weeks for delivery. Price subject to colour and "special markings" type.

– Liam –

I Got To Slow Down Washing My Face...

2006-08-26T06:26:00.000+08:00

So, I was sitting in front of the computer deciding as to which notes of Finance to look over and I realized that my face was very dry and feeling taut... And then I realized that I had to slow down on washing my face...

Yes...I do wash my face... Yes, it may not sound like the manly thing to do, fully contradicting what the other half of this blog has said about us being manly and lusted after coz' of consuming canai and tea, but I do...

There are, however, reasons as to why this is still a manly thing...

Yes... This is the face wash of manliness...Why you ask???

The name of the face wash says "Men's Biore..."... The fact that the word "Men's" preceeds every other sentence of the name of the products makes it manly... I doubt that a guy would go into a pharmacy/department store and choose a face wash that says otherwise... Rite?

The colour is dark blue-ish/black... The colour of manliness... Don't you agree? Do you think Chuck Norris would be caught washing his face with a tube of face wash that is pink? Or light blue? Or bright orange?...
...I would not think so... Coz if you did, he'd have to give you a roundhouse kick...

So... after systematically proving that me washing my face is manly, we have to come back to the original topic... I have to slow down on the face-washing... It's making my skin dry and taut...

Simple as that... Just slow down...

Now back to the studying...

--|[s2k]|--

Bursting through our zippers...

2006-08-25T14:55:00.000+08:00

It was anything but pure coincidence. Yes, you knew it was coming.

I was having a chat with ass-two-kay on a dodgy lap-dance-top and things just started to blow up in spurts of utter creativity jisms.

I don't know why but there was something about the tea and canai from Kinrara that made us the most intelligent, athletic, manly, sexy, lust-after guys in Seri Petaling. But no, we consumed them, not chucked them into our ding-dongs like that dude from Dodgeball. Don't try to get too creative with us now...

So here we are, after consuming all that great Indian delicacies that we take for granted too often. Yes, I know you're starting to feel all lusty over us now... just hold your horses, we've got all the time in the world to ride on, baby...

– Liam –

Disclaimer: We do not guarantee that you will too be as intelligent, athletic, manly, sexy, lust-after like us dos mucho macho hombres after consuming Kinrara delicacies. Maybe we were born with it after all. You can't deny that, honey...

Yes...This was bound to happen...And you know it...

2006-08-24T14:52:00.000+08:00

Yes...You ALL knew that this would happen...

Two of the most cynical minds from the Kinrara mamak stall in Seri Petaling was bound to find its way to the Internet to deliver doses of our brand of tactless sarcasm based on "real things" and "real events"...That makes it's way to the mamak stall...

So, you got 2 choices....

Press that pretty little red box at the top right corner of your Internet Explorer or Mozilla or whatever you guys are using and leave...

or...

Sit back, sip on your tea and just read...

Coz you guys knew this was bound to happen...

--|[s2k]|--