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Thanks for being a friend, Andrew

2008-04-06T04:18:00.000-07:00

Sometimes, we just can't explain why certain things happen.

Sometimes, we ask, beg, pray for answers, but are met only with silence.

Sometimes, we wish that there is more to it than we understand, more than is revealed to us.

Sometimes, life just isn't fair.

Rest in Peace Andrew.

We'll miss you.

22 July 2007- Le Tour de Luton

2008-04-02T10:48:00.000-07:00

Hi everyone.

Yes, I'm well aware that the "in due time" mentioned in my previous post turned out to be 8 months & 7 days, and I do apologise for it.

I'm quite sure that by this point, the only people left who still visit this page are myself and that guy in the corner over there.

I hope that, given time, this fact will remedy itself and that many more eyes will grace this page.

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Anyway, I intend to continue right from where I left off the last time- my arrival in London on the 21st of July 2007.

Now, I will try my best to stay true to what I had experienced, and elaborate based on that.

However, be forewarned that some of the upcoming posts will be mostly pictorial. (When I say some, I do in fact mean most)

Now, after leaving Heathrow, Mum & I hopped on the first available National Express bus heading towards Luton.

Aside from a rather irritating Indian doctor from Australia, the ride was uneventful.

Kevin came to meet us at Luton Airport, wherefrom we headed back to his place.

The rest of the day was then spent catching up, having dinner & basically settling in.

The following morning, being a Sunday, we got up bright & early and proceeded to tour Luton, courtesy of our friendly local tour guide, Kevin.

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Here're some of the sights we saw in & around Luton Town:

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If your eyes're sharp, you could spot Kevin sitting before his home sweet home.

Kevin & I setting off

in the vicinity of Bedfordshire U's campus Architecture you don't see in Malaysia

Effective Discouragement

Would you call that a Church?

The names of all from Luton who perished during WW2 are carved beneath this statue

Kevin guarding the entrance to Galaxy Cinema

A typical row of English houses

A shaded path..

A view of Luton

A stream in a park in Luton

Familiar scenes in unfamiliar lands

A clearer look at the Church

Tombstones- reflections of a time now past

Not included in the pictures are the filling meal we had at The White House, as well as the movie we took in- Hairspray.

We spent the day discovering Luton, and having done so, retired to Kevin's crib to rest & recharge in order to be able to tackle London the following day.

P1: The Departure

2007-07-27T14:10:00.000-07:00

This post backdates about a week, and so any events described here would have since then disappeared into the echelons of time, and remain only as memories etched into the mind of one, solitary, reminiscient person.

I shall exclude my departure from KLIA as I would prefer it to remain personal. Instead, I will tell you a little about my SIX BLOODY HOURS of transit in Dubai airport. "Why Dubai?" you may ask. Well, it's simply because our choice of airline to take us to London was Emirates, which places all it's passengers in Dubai for the oddest number of hours they can think of. In fact, I spent so many vacant hours stuck at the airport's transit area, Dubai Duty Free, that I actually learnt how to read Arabic. For example, the writing in the picture below says: "Pepsi".I bet you didn't know that.

But seriously, it's an open secret that Dubai is a filthy rich country; and that is probably what allows its people to be so unbelievably kitchy in their decor. I mean come on, there are UFO's and artificial palm trees within their airport!In fact, the people there are so excessively wealthy that it does not suffice for them to have dozens of artificial palm trees indoors, but they have to take it the extra mile by ensuring that all these palm trees are entirely made up of gold bars! Don't believe me? Witness this then:

If only they would have consulted me prior to incorporating such bizzare features into the frontlines of their country, I would have better advised them to invest the money instead on real, living greens in order to add a little more colour to the actual landscape. However, as they did not do so, this is the image that greets all travellers when flying over this famous, oil-rich country.

Now compare that to an aerial shot of London!

It's a tad cloudy, so the picture isn't too clear. The contrast between the 2, however, is crystal.

Oh, and speaking of London, that post's coming up in due time, so bear with me!

A Blogger's Holiday

2007-07-20T02:02:00.000-07:00

Well, the time has come for me to bid a temporary farewell to all of you. Tonight, at 5 minutes past midnight on the 21st of July, I will be departing for Europe and will be away for a duration of 4 to 8 weeks.

As my access to the internet will be somewhat limited there, I cannot guarantee that there will be any updates on this page until I return. I will, however, try my best to keep you informed and up to date on my activities there- so do drop in once in a while.

As a prologue-of-sorts to my vacation posts, here are some of the places I'll be visiting:

London, England:Helsinki, Finland:Zurich, Switzerland:Tirol, Italy:
So wish me a good flight, and I'll see the lot of you when I get back.

Until then, cheers.

Wetlands Park

2007-07-15T22:26:00.000-07:00

As my esteemed colleague Mr Loh has already informed most of you, last Tuesday, the 10th of July, 12 of us took a drive down south to Taman Wetlands in Putrajaya to get away from our hectic and busy.. eh wait. I'm on holiday. Forget that. So anyway, we took a drive down south to chill some chill and indulge in some kayaking.

First off, allow me to introduce you to Taman Wetlands:

There are many things one can do in Taman Wetlands. For example, one could emo..
One could also crossdress and pose.. However, the more normal visitors can opt for bread-spread royalty and go kayaking.An added bonus is that Badawi will be personally watching you from his bedroom window!

Contrary to popular belief, kayaking is not all about paddling a boat from point A to point B to point XYZ. No, its real purpose is to diversify those Nikon Moments* you have grown to love. On a kayak, you can simply take it easy and relax..
Or you can choose to have a splashing good time..Optionally, you can sit around and worry about losing your spectacles in the water.. And if you're just plain weird, then you may find that the kayak is the ideal place for you to party like a rockstar.! But first you have to learn how to use your oar the right way..Once you've mastered that, you can combine 2 kayaks and call yourselves..

THE OARSOME FOURSOME!!

By now I'm sure you'll have realised that kayaking is extremely enjoyable.. but be warned! Spending too much time under the sun can lead to heatstroke, and you looking like this.

Therefore, the best course of action to follow thereafter is to find a shady and serene spot suitable for a picnic.

The kind of food you bring does not matter. Whether you're consuming a weird nacho sandwich or a keeyuntjin, just make sure it's something you enjoy.

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If you're worried about the calories, try working it off through some gravity defying stunts!

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And if that tires you out, you can just laze around with your loved one, enjoying the cool breeze and laughing at the antics of those lamers you call friends.

Such was our day.

for more pictures: tap.

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*all images captured on kayaks are from KhooWeiJinn's Panasonic Lumix

The Best Of Casual Dining

2007-07-14T12:07:00.000-07:00

Friday the 13th is commonly related to events of misfortune, and it is in that spirit that I shall now proceed to recount my Friday the 13th celebratory dinner which, of course, bears no relations whatsoever to any events of misfortune, and celebrates nothing in particular.

Having heard so much about the place but never yet having the fortune of patronising its establishments, my baby and I decided to trade our money in exchange for edibles at the infamous
Tony Roma's is essentially a slightly more upmarket version of Chillis or T.G.I.F., serving American "cuisine" in American portions. Although the food may be a little more pricey in the amount of a few Ringgit, the decor and cosy ambience is definitely worth it. Besides, all customers receive complimentary fresh baked bread before their meal, which the more calculative can deduct from their bills. We deliberated on a starter and decided to stick to convention by opting for the much recommended and highly acclaimed TR Onion Loaf, which is basically giant hand-cut Spanish onions, breaded, deep fried and served with TR house BBQ dipping sauce. Giant being the operative term..This monster was larger than my 2 fists put together, and though it's the recommended portion for 2, after downing half a loaf the taste gets rather cloying and sort of puts you off eating the rest.

Besides, unless your name is Teh Hann Tsong, I'd recommend you not order a starter at all, because your main course is going to be monstrously large as well, and a starter will in all likelihood fill you up and thus prevent you from fully enjoying (read: finishing) your actual meal.

If you do decide to order the TR Onion Loaf however, be sure not to order the Steak Sandwich as your main course, which is what Sarah did. Nothing against the sandwich (it's delicious)- but half it's contents are made up of.? Yep. Giant hand-cut Spanish onions, deep fried and breaded. Sound familiar? Of course it does.. it's that cloying taste still lingering in your mouth. Now, if you still think it doesn't look big, feel free to compare it to the cup and saltshaker in the background- the cup is one and a half times as large as those in Chillis or Fridays. It's a gigantic collage of amazing flavours and textures that just slithers down your throat while your taste buds dance in joy and sing Hallelujah, scarcely believing that such flavours could really exist.

Not skipping a beat, my order of the TR Cheesy Burger matched up to the sandwich easily in terms of taste, and outclassed it effortlessly in terms of size. The beef patty was larger in diameter than the plate in the background, and thicker than an average sized wallet. Even the tomatoes were enormous and juicy. It was pretty much heaven on a plate, but in portions large enough to stuff even the generally large eater.
Being used to whalloping all my burgers in a few bites, with my hands as the only medium between the plate and my mouth, it was an entirely new experience for me as I had to slowly cut my burger into little pieces in order to eat it- it just wouldn't fit into my mouth as a whole.
Oh, and if they offer to exchange your side order of fries for anything else, my advice is don't. The mashed potatoes may be good, but the fries are awesome.

And so, after a delicious, heartening, and partially wasted meal, we can finally say that we have sampled the fare at Tony Roma's, and would gladly return one day....with much larger appetites of course.

Malacca

2007-07-09T01:48:00.001-07:00

Radio blaring the end of an advertisement in the background: ".. so guys! Take your chicks to all the cool places around Malaysia, because Malaysia is.... Chuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnn! "

Having been, in all probability, brainwashed by said advertisement, Sarah and I decided to take a drive down to Malacca for a day, just because.

Malacca's pretty much the same, still hot, still cheap, but with less green and more mall - anyone remember the old Bullock Cart ride on the padang? Well it's gone. In it's place? Dataran Pahlawan Digital and IT Mall. Woohoo for the preservation of our culture and history!

So hennyway, the reason most ~~people~~ locals pop into Malacca is for the food. In that spirit, we decided to be as touristy as possible in our day and scout out the best of its popular food.

Lunch was Malacca's infamous Chicken Rice Balls of course - really good, with the only minor complaint being that the chicken was cut very irregularly, though that didn't affect the taste whatsoever. I kind of missed the name of the place, but it's a corner shoplot immediately on your right upon crossing the bridge, opposite OCBC Bank. You can't possibly miss it.

Of course, supposing you're still thirsty after your meal, Malacca's even got places where you can get drinks for free! With a few conditions of course..

Who says sexism no longer exists?

In Malacca, there are two ways to burn off the calories from lunch- letting the sun melt it away and the classic "walking". The most efficient way is to combine the two, which is what we then did, combined with some Nikon Moments of course.

A not-to-be-missed place for those Nikon Moments is definitely the Church of St. Paul, with its windy path up, gorgeous green grass, ancient architecture and historical history, it's what your camera's been dreaming about since it was nothing more than a little lump of metal in the ground. It also provides sweet relief from the heat with a cool breeze constantly blowing into the shade.

After some time wandering around, you'll start to notice that the heat is getting quite hot. When such a time does come, and it will, there are a selection of things one can do to cool down. You can opt to..

cool off by a fountain..

or have an ice cream. (you can even use the stick for weird camwhoring!)

Now one thing I realised about Malacca is that many of it's buildings and shops are extremely creatively designed. You have..

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The Orang Utan House, which is basically a shop selling artwork and t-shirts featuring the designs of one Charles Cham. You have to admit, it's intriguing isn't it? Almost reason enough on it's own to persuade you to patronise the shop.

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The doors of a tattoo parlour.

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And of course there's Capitol Satay Restaurant, where we procured our evening meal-

My first taste of satay celup.

Now, no touristy trip down to Malacca would be complete without being chauffered around town in a trishaw by a 22 year old electrical engineering student called Carl, and so in order to complete our trip, that's what we did.

Not long after, we took our leave of Malaysia's most historic state, keeping in mind the wisdom we had discovered that day.. wisom which I shall now pass unto you.

So bear in mind, always, that when you are in Malacca, you absolutely must

License To Thrill: A Levels Ball 2007

2007-07-04T00:22:00.000-07:00

The first day of July brought with it HELP's annual A Levels Ball, which is in almost every sense the last time many of us will be seeing each other- basically the perfect excuse to pull out those cameras and snap away.

Held in Mandarin Oriental KL, the somewhat cornily themed "License To Thrill" ball got underway punctually (by Malaysian standards anyway- that is to say, half an hour behind time) with everyone gradually settling in for the evening.

With the emceeing being well taken care of by hitzDOTfm's Junior and Mix's DJ Dan, the night rolled on with performances by several A Levels students, both past and present, among the most notable of which was the sudden, spontaneous participation of our very own Ms Caroline in a dance performed by Divya and Stutti. I'll post the video ~~when~~ if I figure out how.

Of course, all of this was interspersed with ample camwhoring, the fruits of which you shall now witness..

Table 34

Michelle, Krys, Sarah and I Me and the Mafia Don, Jonson

Sarah and I, Billy and YiWayneThe HELP KorBubuans YiLyn and I

Dancing to the beat of Borange My Twin: Nian King

with Agnes and PearlyHarry Potter, myself, Poledance King and Superman
WuiLeng and Sarah

My baby and I

Adrian, Nizam, myself, Shamir, Kenneth, Bryan and Duey

Sabak Bernam and Sungai Besar come together: Aaron Hee and I

The Lit Bunch: myself, SuYin, Sumi, Balqis, HsiaoVern and Aaron
with SheuJeen and Sithira

From Playgroup Playmates to Prom Royalty: Sukanya and I

Perks of being Prom King:

- World's ugliest Boy London watch

- Free 3 months Fitness First membership

- RM270 worth of XTion Paintball vouchers

- Adidas football

- RM50 Sports Planet voucher

- ekSPlorer magazine

- RM200 Celzone voucher

- Borders vouchers

- 2 movie passes

It was overall a fun night with lots of merrymaking, courtesy of the organising committee. I enjoyed myself thoroughly and I'm pretty sure everyone else did as well. Kudos to the committee for a job well done and thank you to everyone for putting up with me for the past year and a half- it was great getting to know you.

And now, to further enhance the emo-ness, this is the sight that greeted us upon our departure.

Strikes a chord, doesn't it?

for more pictures, tap.

Cameron Highlands: A Recollection

2007-07-03T00:14:00.000-07:00

As the events of the following day unfolded, my camera became my memory..
and so it shall do the talking.
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Feeling the urge to hike again, and seeing as we had such beautiful weather, we proceeded to scale Gunung Brinchang yet again - in much more relaxed spirits than during the previous attempt.

I'd have to say the reward at the end was well worth it.

Mt. Irau in the background.

Even the telco towers were scenic.

It was a quick lunch after, then off to Robinson's Falls

to relax a little..

to camwhore a little..

and to just be a little bit funny.

All in all I'd have to say..

..it was a pretty fruitful trip.

for more pictures, tap.

Cameron Highlands: An Introduction

2007-07-02T11:56:00.000-07:00

This is a delayed post.
These events happened almost a week ago.
This is a true story.

It all began with 10, which soon became 9, which turned into 8, which became 7.

until finally, only the 6 of us remained.

ChingChing, KienKhong, HannTsong, WuiLeng, myself and Sarah
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The 6 of us, destined to spend 3 days together in the sanctuary we now recognise Cameron Highlands to be.

Eh seriously - I think I'm in love with the place.

I mean, the fresh air alone is attraction enough.
(for any foreign readers who stumble across this, fresh air is an extremely rare commodity here- usually found only in museums)

Of course, there's also the wonderful weather and the temperate temperature to consider..

And what about the seemingly endless amount of strawberries available?

Even the flowers seem to bloom more beautifully here..

And of course, how could I neglect to mention the beautiful, rolling green hills?

All in all,

I believe it is a fair, possibly downplayed observation

when I say that Cameron Highlands..

..is truly a beautiful place.

The Window to My World

2007-06-23T10:43:00.000-07:00

It's slim.. It's sleek.. It's shiny.

It's eye-catching.

It's my new toy.

It's a

and it's breathtaking.

More specifically you ask.? In that case, laddles and jellyspoons,

I invite you to peer through the window..

and admire in all it's glory..

the Nikon Coolpix S200.

HOU STIMM AH.

The Silhouette on the Horizon

2007-06-19T11:59:00.000-07:00

What's semi-interesting, demi-inspiring, partially entertaining and almost certainly going to flop within a couple of weeks.?

jote'sjots.

(also known as jon's blog: Installment 3)

Coming soon to computers near you.

Ekspedisi Cari Penat

2007-02-13T01:17:00.000-08:00

Okay... I was going to post about my recent hiking/camping expedition to Camerons, but seeing as I'm such a hopeless and mundane blogger, I shall take the easy way out and describe it in the following words:

galnexdor.blogspot.com

=] thanks Karen!

for more pictures: tap

Pop! Car Bang Me.

2007-01-27T09:10:00.000-08:00

If you are driving along a straight road, the traffic light at the junction ahead of you showing green, what do you do?
I went straight through.

If, as you are entering the junction, you notice a car barelling down from the opposite lane and suddenly turning into your direction at high speed, what do you do?
I anticipated a collision.

Now I ask you:
If you have the right of way on a straight road, and this car turns in at a high speed, without signalling, and smashes into the side of your car, sending you skidding/swerving/spinning (I can't remember which) about 10m diagonally down the road. Who is at fault?

According to logic, the driver who smashed into your car.

According to the Malaysian justice system, NOBODY.

Pictures to follow.
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update:

Look at the following pictures and tell me if it seems like the car that hit me was moving at a "slow, cautious speed" as claimed by the driver.

And if you have doubts about my claim that the accident was entirely due to the other car ramming into mine, take a gander at the front of my car after the accident - notice that there is no damage?

On the night itself

On tow

Not a pretty sight, nor an experience I would like to repeat.

At least I'm alive.

Physics On The Brain

2007-01-24T09:06:00.000-08:00

Newton's 3rd Law states that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

Action:
Tuesday, 230107, 1545hrs - 1900hrs
Had the most active day of the year thus far (2006 possibly included) - went to the gym for an hour or so, came back and immediately hopped on my bike for the first time in over a year. I fixed it up a couple of weeks ago, but apparently not sufficiently so (it only functions on the higher gears - not a very pleasant nor easy thing), therefore I have to KSH it sometime soon. Cycled until I couldn't take the irritation of high gears anymore and proceeded home, when Jinn, Ernest and Ah Mai flagged me down from within the park without my house.

So there I was, innocently dismounting my bike and propping it up against a bench when they point something out to me. Picture your typical park: people playing futsal, children running around, sounds of children laughing, the occasional jogger, the guy masturbating under the bamboo with his pants around his ankles, the... ! asdfqwertybbq.!! The guy was sitting right there doing his thing as though it was the most natural thing in the world.. I mean, sure you always see birds in a park, but this is something new. So being the good, upstanding moral citizen he is, Jinn calls the cops, who arrived promptly and acted swiftly in letting the man go. Just like that, they allowed him to climb in his car and drive off. Kudos to our local law enforcement, outstanding job once again. Don't their actions reassure you and make you feel safe?

Seterusnya, I left. Then I went for a quick jog. Gym, cycling, jogging. Back to back. Ouch.

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Reaction:
Wednesday, 240107
I slept in, until around 12 whereupon I woke up for lunch, after which I climbed back under the covers and slept til 6. Not the most productive of days, but at least now I know not to try repeating the day before again for a while.. aching muscles is not a pleasant way to spend a day.

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Yes, I am aware that I'm a horrible blogger. Never could get the hang of it. How long will I last this time around?

Foodbol Matt Naeshun

2006-06-18T12:24:00.000-07:00

World Cup Two-DoubleOh-Six is here, four years have flown by since that disastrous final between my two long supported teams of Germany and Brazil (I wisely supported both from the start only to mistakenly pick Germany in the finals). Once again my money's behind Germany and Brazil, except that this time round, in the spirit of patriotism, I have added Switzerland to this list (laugh all you like - at least they held France). I'm just done watching Brazil scrape through their latest match against the Socceroos, and I've to say they don't seem anywhere near top form. There was something ticklish about the game though.. " Adriano.. Roberto Carlos..Ronaldo.. Ronaldinho.. Robinho.. and Fred!" Say what you want, but I call that an anti-climax. Fred. Not all that Latino is it? (No Nestt, not Latina =] ) However, anti-climatic name or not, Fred sure lived up to his place in the squad with a light touch of the ball with his toesies. Almost a comedic goal that one.. sort of like a punchline after a wearisome, dragged out story.

On a side note, I WOULD like to see Kahn fielded again, just to see what the ravages of injury and time have done to him. Still good enough to make the squad though, damn Lehmann.
Just to keep this blog breathing;

Deutschland ueber alles! (ausser Brazil)

Broken

2006-06-04T00:54:00.000-07:00

One Day you're on top of the world - everything is perfect, better than you ever hoped it could be. You finally feel like you've found your niche in the world. One day.

A day later you feel like Atlas, with the weight of the world on your shoulders, except you're worse off - the world on your shoulders isn't everyone's planet Earth, it's the world you created for yourself, believing that it was all yours to be had, you built, and you built, constructing a multitude of ideals made out of all that had ever rang true for you about Life, Love, Laughter, Friends, Family.. Yourself. And once your Day has passed, you realise that all you had construed for yourself was set in a with a foundation that was as stable as a multileveled Jenga tower - and in one thoughtless moment, you pulled the single piece from the bottom, and it all comes raining down on you like an ice cold shower of Sprite.

And you question yourself. You question everything you believed in. All because one belief you'd always held firm had been shattered. So you wonder.. are you still who you were? Have you lost your identity? There's no certainty - all you can do is try to rebuild yourself. And hope.

Perspective

2006-06-01T07:53:00.000-07:00

One day. One park. A picnic. Two malls. A missing Identity. A recovered card. Two armed security guards. The Parliament. And too many sandwiches. - all the ingredients required for a heckuva interesting day. A day which led me to conclude that the job of a fashion designer is to create clothing that everyone 'oohs' and 'ahhs' over but no one would buy.

It's interesting though, the way one might look upon the same object with two different eyes; for example, as previously mentioned, a designer dress:

This dress is designed by a world reknown designer who shall remain unnamed here. This designer has received numerous accolades and is hailed as being among the best in the world. Critics and ordinary mortals alike would view this dress being paraded on a runway and use words like 'stunning', 'captivating' and 'original' to describe it. However, these same people, if they were female, would probably not in a million years want to be caught wearing something like that in public (or even in private); and if they are male, probably would not buy a creation like that for their partners (which would, for once, probably be an entirely right decision by a man who is shopping for a woman). They would say things like "Piffle! Four hundred pounds? That money would be better spent on scuba gear for dolphins!"

Notwithstanding, take a look at this picture:

Where some people might see four geese walking on grass, others may just see a flock of birds making their way around on foot. Quite interesting really, the flexibility that perspective gives us. One person may look upon one thing and interpret it in two entirely different ways, put it in context, and select the interpretation which most suits them. Then, in an entirely different yet eerily identical manner, two people may look upon a single thing and interpret it according to their own individual preferences, then they will both compare notes and compromise their individual views to formulate an understanding which is completely irrelevant in regards to the object of their discussion.

It should therefore be noted that nothing is ever what it appears to be: instead, when you perceive something, anything, think of the most irrelevant, complete opposite of that thing - that is what it is. Really.

Smash That Champagne.. She Sails.!

2006-05-23T09:06:00.000-07:00

Ich will nur euch allen wilkommen bitten zu meinem neu blog.. es ist ab jetzt noch neu und ich hoffe das est wird noch lange hierum bleiben. Ja, schon, Hertzlich Wilkommen.!

And having said that, I would thus like to officiate the creation of this blog with a balloon-bursting ceremony (which in accordance to ancient and respected tradition was held in an underground carpark of an ideally oversized mall). Officiating these rites were myself, jote, and my compadre, kege.*

Now, although the moving picture of the officiating ceremony may seem random and nonsensical, it is in fact carried out in careful accordance with ancient, time honoured traditions. If you care to note**, all characters are dressed with matching t-shirts and shoes. There's the yellow fellow torso and feet, there's kege with his brown t-shirt and brown shoes, and there's jote in my red polo and red shoes. This balance of colours was done to create harmony between two forces (They are Newton's Third Law Pairs; there is no nett transfer of color between them). Furthermore, it is extremely significant that the balloon that did not burst was red, as is the color of my outfit. This is used to symbolize it being a part of me; and kege 'discharging' the red balloon, represents the internet firing my blog into its hallowed halls.

* those more observant patrons of my.. gallery.. will notice that there is a tiny, yellow clad midget batting a balloon (Yellow, Fridays) close to the beginning of the clip. Now, although it is not widely known, tiny yellow clad midgets are a neccesity in all balloon-bursting officiating ceremonies. It is because of the vitality of the part this yellow clad lad plays that this entire sub-paragraph was created to honour that person, his absence, and to make sure his appearance in the clip is not overlooked as merely being a random, coincidental shot of a nutcase who goes (for lack of a better word) around carparks batting yellow balloons over their heads. After all, what kind of person would do that? Surely not Yuan.

** disclaimer: sometimes there is much ado about noting.

*** the author takes no responsibility for the inaccuracy of this post. No balloons were hurt in the making of this film. Well, maybe one. But just one. That's all. I swear.