Malaysia's First Beatboxing and Singing Flash Mob

Alright, this is it! This MUST work. Otherwise we will have to wait until next year's Christmas. LOL.

A BIG MA-HASSSIVVEEE shoutout and thanks goes out to Kimsng for promoting and pulling ppl to be part of the crew.

Date: 20 Dec 2009 (Sunday)
Time: 4-6pm
Venue: KL Sentral to KLCC (Putra LRT)

Cause: To bring joy and smiles to the faces of the public on this joyous occasion
Play: We will be doing a beatboxing and singing gig to Christmas songs :) Simple stuff. No major practice sessions needed. We will meet at 2pm at KL Sentral for a briefing :)

Crew: 10 beatboxers and minimum 20 singers

Hurry RSVP at fb by searching for this event title "Malaysia's First Beatboxing and Singing Flash Mob"

Trip down memory lane

OK, so today was sorta like my off-day cuz most of my kids went off for a break (after their final exams). So, after lunch, I was kinda free and my mum wanted me to get my lazy-ass to do sth productive (now you understand why this blog title if appropriately named lazy-ass).

So she was like, "Oh, let's go and make some dresses".

I was like, "Huh?"

Then she said, "Yeah, I already bought 4 metres of cloth for you. Faster. Take your bag. Quickly go"

Then we went. So, after driving for like 1 hour (yea, I know, talk about walking the extra mile eh), we finally reached.

Reason why we travelled so far was cuz there isn't a tailor here that makes dresses. So, there we were, in some very very old tailoring shop by the roadside.

This was the tailor's dog. So adorable. Apparently, somebody gave this tailor the dog a few years back. The dog was barely breathing. Apparently abused. Poor doggie :(

After that, we were so hungry cuz I didn't manage to have lunch. So, we went to this town to have lunch.


This is a RM6 curry mee. Selling at a kopitiam (not Old Town Kopitiam, but just plain kopitiam). When I was Standard 6, this bowl of curry mee was selling at RM2.80. Apparently, the prices go up every year and never comes down. Kinda like our age, if you think about it. Can only go up and never come down. Anyway, I was really hungry and I couldn't care less about the price.


This is mummy's wantan mee. Guess how much it costs? RM5. Can you imagine? A plate of wantan mee selling at RM5?!?! I don't think the one near KLCC costs as much. But mummy was hungry as well, so she couldn't be bothered.

Oh btw, we also ordered a can of coke. RM2.10. My mum's eyes nearly bulged out when the auntie said RM2.10. She thought she heard wrongly. The auntie must have thought that we were from some kampung. LOL!

Why?

Questions that will never get a truly satisfactory answer:

Why am I tired all the time?
Why isn't there a decent tailor in Nilai that can make a simple dress?
Why are the Chinese tailors making baju kurung instead of cheongsam?
Why has it always been raining in KL during 4-5pm?
Why can't I leave office 1 hour earlier if I skipped lunch or came in 1 hour earlier?
Why is that lady screaming her head off into the phone?
Why do my students never remember my lessons?
Why is that guy staring at me?
Why doesn't my mum listen to my advice?
Why does my brother go to the cyber cafe ALL the time?
Why is P&G Singapore using Kimberly-Clark products?
Why do we have to wait so long for a lift, when there are 12 functioning lifts in the same floor?
Why don't Malaysians line up at anywhere?
Why is that Indonesian man talking so loudly into his handphone?
Why do we have to judge whether a person's LV is real or fake?
Why do we have to pay service charge at a DIY restaurant?
Why are there so many hotels, houses and shoplots in Nilai?
Why can't Malaysia have a decent road sign that ACTUALLY points you into the right direction?
Why are people so obsessed with fb, Iphone and Twitter?


Why do I have so many questions unanswered?

How inconsiderate :(

OK so yesterday was Deepavali. And I came to realise that Indians too play with firecrackers on Deepavali.


Starting from 7pm yesterday, "noise" (as I would like to term it) started polluting the air.
Noise continues at 730pm.
More noise at 8pm.
Noise.
Noise.
All the way up to friking midnight.

All the friking firecrackers just somehow miraculously landed right behind my house. Everytime they went off, I had a near heart attack. Seriously damn loud.

Even when I was watching TV in the living room, the noise somehow managed to follow me right in front of my car porch. Damn buggers.

I had to turn up the TV volume so loud that it sounded like a surround sound system in the cinema. Even that I couldn't hear Josh Duhamel talk. It was just bits and pieces. Plus, the episode was damn "kancheong" (exciting/nail-biting kind) cuz Delilah was kidnapped. Anyway, for those of you who watch Las Vegas, you would know exactly what I'm referring to.

Anyway, back to the issue at hand. I was so pissed off cuz I couldn't watch my Josh. My parents were also damn annoyed cuz they couldn't sleep. So, in the end, all of us just stormed into the living room with very pissed off looks on our faces. Like it was any of our fault.

Me: Why the hell are they playing firecrackers at this time of the hour?
Mum: How would I know?
Me: Can't we report to the police or sth? Let the police catch and fine those idiots.
Mum: Yea sure, by the time the police come, these buggers would be at home sleeping already.
Me: Oh yea. *burst out laughing cuz I know EXACTLY what my mum was talking abt*

Expired license

OMG OMG OMG.

This has never ever happened to me. EVER.

I was going through my wallet and I realised that my driving license had expired!! For 6 months!

OMG. All these while, I have been driving without knowing it! I have been driving everyday!! The chances of me being caught was 31+30+31+31+30+17=153+17=170 times! OMG, make that 340 times (for the return journey). When I saw the expiry date on my license, I had to ask my students to verify the expiry date (in case my eyes were playing tricks on me). Indeed, expiry was 30th April 2009. How come I had always had the impression that the expiry was on 2011? Must be my passport. Damn.

So, after my class I drove home (in terror) praying that there wouldn't be any road blocks. (Police don't work during Deepavali, right?). Skeptical.

Thank God I reached home safe and unfined.

Great. Mummy has agreed to renew the license for me (after a lot of nagging).

"Why you never check your license ah?"
"You know how much you will kena saman anot?"
"Aiseh man, you so lucky"

Bla bla bla.

OK, point to note is damage had already been done and she is humane enough to help her daughter out.

Phew! God has mercy. I should pray more.

The Maxis Broadband epic story

OK, I have nothing against Maxis broadband, but I just wanna talk abt it. Merely because they continue to evoke all sorts of emotions in me. The last emotion that they evoked was of anger and frustration. This time around, I must say, it's rather a pleasant one. I must say, I'm pretty surprised at the letter I got yesterday.

Here goes:

Dear Maxis Broadband User,

Thank you for choosing Maxis broadband (yea, like I have a choice).

Congratulations! (oh boy, what now?) We are excited to inform you that we have upgraded your ADSL service (OK, what's the catch?). This is part of our initiative to serve our customers better by providing a smoother and stable internet connection while using our Maxis Wired Broadband (ADSL) service (See? A few angry phone calls DO work after all, only a couple months too late).

This package upgrade allows you to enjoy a better surfing experience at no extra charge to your current package price (Yea, if you're planning to charge me for the "so-called-upgrade", you are gonna get a real whopping in the ass).

The end.