For this particular topic, I really don’t know what the title’s gonna be, seriously. So I just practically sum up what this is about, and write it in the title bar.

Anyways, yeah. There’s this High School Musical vibe that is spreading around young girls and slightly lala (Bapok, softy, metro, Chef Wan) boys nowadays. Like the melamine scandal in China, it garnered the equal attention.

But, what is High School Musical (HSM) is about? Well, it is a musical. Based on life in the high school. And a talent contest, basketball and lots of stuff that I couldn’t give a freaking 5 sen about. Yeah, for me, HSM is practically nonsense. It is a life, that none of us teenagers or young adults could EVER possibly dream of living in, given the conditions of the education system in this country.

I mean, where’s the logic? I know movies are plain fantasy. They are MEANT to be in the fantasy realm. Lord of The Rings, Jumper, Cicakman… But HSM? Is it fantasy? Definitely. This fact alone puts the movie in the same level of Star Wars or the Harry Potter series. Along with the wands, witches, light sabers, and Yoda, the cheerleading squad and Zac Efron himself can be in that Hall of Fame. For a guy who is all looks and no voice to match it, he sure have the guts to go for a musical movie. And I sorta respect him, for that and that reason alone.

But seriously la, the dance moves and songs are great. The plot, the core of the movie? It is like a lollipop- It is sweet during the 1st minutes you lick and suck on it. And then later, when it is all gone, you were left with a plastic stick which is tasteless, bland and you are going to throw it away.

I have a feeling right now. That whoever reads this are plain going to nod in agreement, or hurl abuses and curses or maybe physical objects if they meet me. I know some few people who will do that.

I am listening to Rammstein right now while writing this. Damn those German guys are good for a headbanging session when I need it. And I can guess they also contribute to my slight understanding of German.

Out. Danny Ee

I just saw a message, sort of like inviting me to a birthday function, come sept 7, which is like next week.

Then I saw who sent it to me. It was a friend of old. Back from the high school days. Asking me to join some sort of a surprise party for another friend of mine. Then I wondered.

Should I go?

Usually anyone in my place would say yes because, one, it is near my house and two, it is for a friend.

Why I started with "usually" ? It is because I am going to reject the offer.

One, I am having plans to visit my ultra-close friend in Subang Jaya as she is returning to Russia for her medical studies and will not be back in a year.
Two, I don’t actually think that my friends here would even give a damn whether I am there or not. To them, it doesn’t make ANY difference. I am just an extra, a lamp post, statue or whatever metaphorical term used to describe someone’s purpose there is to just watch and be ignored.

There or not, I would not be even close to being on anyone’s radar here in Seremban. Truth is, I am already sick the way they’re treating me which is like the BN towards this country. Now when they even read this, they will start to pay no attention to me because I "defaced" them.

You see, I am a hypocrite. And everyone is even if they don’t admit it. I am no saint. Neither are they. I admit, I cannot keep track of all my friends due to communication constraints. And sometimes, I tend to forget because I don’t just have two or three friends in this life, no. I have many. And as we move on, we forget the old and bring in the new. I try my best not to be one although I maybe already in that region.

I am not even there, fine. I don’t have a licence to travel, fine. I need my parents’ permission to travel, fine. I don’t have much freedom, fine. I am not rich or loaded, fine. I don’t have popular, upper class friends, fine.

But after all that, they have yet to understand. I am not like them. I don’t have their freedom. I don’t have their money. And I don’t have their parents. And I don’t have fancy cars or motorcycles or fancy hairdo and tattoos and earrings. And no expensive education either.

And I don’t care.

But do they? I don’t know.

I have already retreated to the shadows of their mind. I am just waiting my presence there to be rendered to dust and hopefully, swept away by time.

Alright, call me negative but, such is reality. I don’t get what I want. And nothing just seem to happen the way you want it to.

Even after all this, I may even receive a "Really? You can’t make it? Some other time then… *beep* *beep* "

Signing off with a no to the invitation (If they ever read this). I’ll probably tell them myself.

Have you ever get stuck in a city, helpless? While carrying two bags of luggage and walking around aimlessly?
Technically, I am describing what pretty much happened to me two days ago. I was a prisoner in KL, or fondly known as Kuala Lumpur.
No, not the Alcatraz or Azkaban or even Penjara Pudu kind of prison. It was just a metaphorical term.
Back to what happened.
I was going off to my class as usual on a rather dark Friday morning, by using the train from Asia Jaya. 6.54am, if i remember correctly. Of course, I planned for that very day to return back to Seremban via the KTM commuter trains, after I am done with my classes at around 10am. And I promised a couple of friends of mine in Subang Jaya that we would return to Seremban together, with us meeting at the KL Sentral station.
Well, I carried a couple of bags with me. Nothing much, but it is enough to make me look like someone is on his way home. Queer thing in the morning.. isn’t it? I got a couple of passengers looking at me curiously while wondering what on earth that this guy is traveling a heck early in the morning.
So to say, my train ride was uneventful, save for me standing throughout the entire journey to Ampang Park station. All of a sudden while in the train, I received an message on the phone from from the class representative, saying, that there aren’t any classes in the morning. Let me ask you at this point, how would you feel when placed in my situation? And I checked my wallet feverishly after reading the message, checking for money. I had only RM5 left for expenditure.
Cursing the class rep silently, I stopped at the Ampang Park station to find an ATM to get some cash for breakfast (I haven’t had any). I checked the time. It was already 7.10am by the time I was walking to the ATM. I slotted in my Bank Islam card and input the PIN. Guess what, it REJECTED my card, saying my PIN isn’t correct. I was surprised and frustrated at the time and after several failed tries I took out the card and put in my CIMB account card. The machine blatantly CANCELLED my transaction, for no reason.
At that point in time, I felt completely helpless. No money, carrying the luggage. I felt like a prisoner in the heartland of KL. Fuming, I walked my way up to the taxi and bus stop. Then i was wandering aimlessly, don’t know where to go. Then I checked my watch again, it was already 7.30am. I decided to go to Damai and camp out for a train that heads to KL Sentral. Using my Touch ‘n’ Go card I went and waited, luggage in hand. I looked ridiculous, honestly.
I promptly took the train and it headed off to Damai. As i was getting ready to leave, I then saw the throngs of people waiting for the train going to KL Sentral. And that moment I saw the train came with it jam packed of passengers. I dropped my bag I hoped that at the Wangsa Maju station (which is a couple of stations after Damai) I might catch a less loaded carriage. Then it was already nearing 8am.
Guess what when I reached there. People are practically LINING up for the train. I am serious. Like KFC or McDonald’s during lunchtime. That very image snuffed out whatever I planned. I shook my head, went down the stairs and found an ATM. I was afraid my Bank Islam (that’s my study loan account) card was truly hacked, so I used my savings account, CIMB account. To my surprise, I could use it without hassle and took out RM50. Then, out of curiosity, I tried my Bank Islam card. When I inputted my PIN, surprisingly, I could withdraw cash. Cursing my luck, i removed the card and walked my way to a nearby mamak stall.
Had my breakfast there and met a couple of my friends on their way to class. Nothing much to tell here. I camped out at the mamak stall until 10am, resplendent with my luggage bags, before taking the LRT to KL Sentral to meet up with my  travel partners.
So, nice story eh, although it is a bit long..
I learned to never take things for granted and, KL is a pretty UNPREDICTABLE place.

Yup, I called a couple of girls which are in Kampar, walking to the KTM station, and ended up boarding the line headed to Port Klang instead of Seremban, my hometown.

Usually ah.. this does not happen to me. I mean, first time only happen you know? Ok la, u might think I am stupid because I talk talk and then take wrong train. But you see ah.. the people I talk to that day really make my brain already nyawa nyawa ikan. Yah, half dead and cannot think properly ady. Nearly got hit by motorcycle some more. Haizzz

I mean, the girls I talk to that day was full blown crazy leh.. u know? I balik balik kena kutuk onli by both of them.. when one talk to me, the other say she flirting. And the talking to me one say that my darling there disturbing me. And better yet lar, they ask me to come to Kampar within one hour. I tell you ah.. I never think that what kind of car or motor I can use in the middle of KL can get me to Kampar in an hour. Hello, 200KM away la tat place..

The talk talk talk.. until I go to station and then enter wrong keretapi. After close door onli I realized i take d wrong train.. cheh..

Lucky la I stop at d first stop.. If I tak sedar already I ended up staying donno where la.

Haizzzz never talk to siao char bo galz when taking public transport.. TQ

Sometimes it is just compelling for me to write about this country. I mean, I love this country. Nice people, nice weather, not as hectic as our neighboring small islanders, yeah, it will be just lovely except..

Yup, you guessed it, the songkok-wearing, 4-eyes and wrinkly eggheads in the Dewan Rakyat, Putrajaya, the Parliament.. or whatever government related administration.

My gracious and most loving thanks to them that this country has been a rotting, defaced shadow of its former self. Take it from a Malaysian’s point of view I suppose. Although I hate to sound like a fuckin racist, but hey, I think the British Government is starting to regret now that they have surrendered the governorship of the country to the “ethnics” which we call the Malays. This wasn’t the case though when the time Tunku Abdul Rahman, Tun Abdul Razak, Tun Hussein Onn and the infamous Mahathir was in the soft plush seat in the Prime Minister’s office.

Not saying Badawi’s doing a bad job as Malaysia’s 5th prime minister. He is doing it worse, in fact, Malaysia has dropped to a new low since he took office in 2003. And with his cronies (a.k.a Najib and the others in BN) are doing a rather what we say a laughable attempt in governing this country. Sodomy charges? Altantuya case? Sleeping in the parliament? My my my.. it is just a wonder why Malaysia haven’t appeared on international headlines because of the things happening in this country. I mean, put all of this in a film and we will get nice entertainment for the friends and family. It is funny the way things are going on in this country you know? The Americans, Britons, and especially the Singaporeans are practically laughing at the mess our politicians making with a popcorn bucket in hand with a soda in another.

I think this should be it.. I am in the middle of working after all, taking advantage of the internet connection speed. I think, I’d do a follow up later. Maybe tomorrow?

Look forward my friends, readers.

Ah.
2 in one day? Yeah. I am kinda bored.. what with all those ps1 and PC games played to the point I don’t want to see them anymore.

Even TV got nothing since the EURO 2008 ended. Seriously. No cartoon, movies, sports, hell, even Discovery! Not that Astro revoked our decoder or anything, but my parents have gone on a some sort of a strike against Astro for putting high-payment bills “accidentally” every month. Like, we don’t even watch Astro Box Office and they keep on renewing for us and putting a big one in the bill every time it comes to the post every 2nd of each month.

Just got my results. Not a really proud one, and not something bad either. Didn’t expect I’d score a B for Moral though. Even the lecturer wasn’t teaching it properly. Maybe he thinks it is not that important, since we are all wasted anyway, thanks to the one and only, Internet. =D Well, at least my CGPA’s like above 3.0. But it just like keeping my head above the damn water. Semester 4 gonna be real hard. Just hope I could catch those movies that I have on a nice pretty list back in my room. I mean, the subjects are well to be the ones that are gonna sign a death and funeral warrant for me if I played the fool like i did in my 2nd semester. Being serious for the first time. Hmm, not that bad actually.

Currently working for my dad. My W580i just reached a point where my keypads are starting to show little lines (cracks) and my buttons are already loosening themselves. Not to mention my iPod nano needs a battery change after 2 years I bought it. Luckily it still haven’t exploded on me. Yeah, with those two things, I need CASH. My own hard-earned one. Not my oh-so-tempting-chunk of cash in my Bank Islam account. I made a rough estimate.. say RM 700 for both of them? Just got 350.. still got a long way to go.

And then there is the politics in this country. I mean, this country would be a lot nicer to love and to live in if it weren’t for those politicians up there squabbling and throwing things at one another in a Dewan Rakyat session. Seriously. Politics are like a game for them. Jumping parties, propagandizing through newspapers, sleeping in a meeting with ministers.. well, Pak Lah has a lot to answer for the rakyat. The March election should’ve been a sign for a change for this country, with the rakyat trying to tell, “We are tired” to the current B.N government. Oh wait. I’d better stopped or I will be another future Raja Petra being arrested for seditous comments against the CURRENT government. Oops.

Nuff’ said here. Was bored and losing my already falling grip on my English. In a way, I was practicing here for my language.. =D

From an angry Malaysian who seeks a change,
DaN

Hate to tell this but people, the law of nature sucks. Wait, not all of them, only the one that is about the attraction of opposites. Black and white, north and south. Yup.

The thing is, why am i totally writing about this drab topic right now? And no, im not planning on EXPLAINING on WTF is this about.

Hell, lets get to the chase.

The irritating thing about this particular Opposite thing is that it applies in a rather strange way. About this, I have seen too many not-so-good-looking-but-f**kin-lucky guys score girls, yes supermodel-looking-pear-shaped-angels and walking along the streets of either Bukit Bintang or even Seremban. When you look at the strange pair walking about, you come to realize that, they aren’t the only ones there.

*sigh* Frustrating isn’t it? And the hot-bod-underwear-model guys are losing out. Poor dudes. They’d rather be bachelors for life with the choice they get after all are snapped up.

This “phenomenon” wasn’t the same during the 70’s or 80’s or even the 90’s! That time, everyone stick with their own kind, get it? And life is so good then. But now, even in my own class, I sometimes wonder how a (explicit for even 18+ words) guy gets literally, the pretty one in my class. And he has this serious Mat-Rock-Cromok-Malay-rocker thingy going around his looks. And he stil scores the hard-to-get gal. Makes you wonder right? MMC DTE students, please give a nod. And for the rest, try to think those Mat Rempits going out with a Maya Karin look-a-like.

Well, some further examples would do for your eyes well enough to see what I’m going through:

a) Aishwarya Rai and Abhishek Bachchan (Injustice! Why him?)
b) Maya Karin and some european dude-they gonna get married (WTF???)
c) And lots of examples by just walking down the streets of KL or Seremban. Go on, take a look. From 8pm onwards.

Ok, this may mean the ramblings of some 20-year old dude who until now, haven’t yet scored a girl. Seriously. Not that I don’t want to. But reality bites, you know?

Ermm..

How do I begin eh..?

The first few weeks in my college has been hardly scintillating.. Assignments, Classes enough to make a man cry… with the exception of me getting my results. Never thought I would pass that blasted subject which I thought went tits up during the exam. Lol-ness.. But what’s done is done mates. At least I won’t see the cursed subject for a bit, at least for now anyways.

Well, with all those boring news about myself aside, what I want to tell is, a hardly believable story.. so weird even I think it may been a dream, well, for my case anyways.

Well, I met this girl via a close friend of mine (A girl too ==”). What started off as a simple conversation with her, led me to the introduction of a new character in my life, her house mate.

We talked for a bit on the phone, and she gave me her email add and asked me to go on9 that night itself. All said and done, except for the face my cybercafe provided me a 20 minutes wait to install the Messenger program. Really bottoms-up if u ask me. Their computers should be tucked away in a museum somewhere, what with the slow-ness of EVERYTHING.

A day later, I met her again online, apologizing for the screw-up that my cybercafe imposed upon me, and we talked. Well, I did find some interesting facts about her. No details around her people.. Don’t wanna sound like a blasted loudmouth..

And so we talked, even the next day. Surprisingly, she like Maksim and several trance elements and piano renditions. But what surprised me, is how close can the person get to me. I mean, we have been talking like we have been friends for years. That haven’t met each other in a lonnnnggggg time. Not that I don’t like it, no. I find it nice, to meet someone who have the same wavelength that I do.

I’d love to write more.. But I am afraid I will post more serious, deeper things that should never be surfaced. I tend to that when I write extra long. Lol-ness