I Lol'd

I was randomly reading through some book when I came upon this picture.

"Omg, I think she's hitting on me"

Then, when I flipped over to the next page...

Kanina. Like this la now....Actually hor, I also not interested in you one. :)

LXN® Energy Drink

Order it anywhere outside, you'll get it for at least RM5. My gym sells it for RM7, and I have no idea if they add Whey® to the drink.
At RM7 per glass, I'm still amazed at the number of people that still buys it. Some of them, I've noticed, buys one EVERYTIME they finish working out.
So you know lor, surely I wouldn't let this go. Instead I decided to make my own energy drink.

The things you need are:

Milk 250ml

Banana x1

Coffee x1 sachet

Whey® x1 scoop

And a friggin blender

Instructions

1. Throw in the banana and the coffee powder.
   

   



2. Using whatever you have in hand, measure 8oz. or approximately 250ml of milk
   

   



3. Add in one scoop of Whey® and 2 or 3 cubes of ice
   

   



4. BLEND it. Do it slowly so as not to overheat your blender's motor
   

   

Voila! My very own Energy Drink

Not hard to make at all actually. People are just lazy, that's all.
Total cost? Remember, my gym charges RM7 per glass.

Milk 250ml RM0.75
Banana x1 RM0.30
Coffee RM0.40
Whey® RM2.80

That'll total up to RM4.25
I save a total of RM2.75 for every friggin drink that I take.

PS: Please please clean up everything after you're done. Keep our country clean! :)

Mee Goreng

My favourite racist, Leung Keet, Kein "The us3less class-rep" Yip, and I went for lunch one afternoon. I was too lazy to decide where to go, so I just followed wherever my favourite racist went.

He brought the 2 of us to this new shop somewhere near Pizza Hut™.

Like I said I was too lazy to think of anything to eat, even if there was a menu available, I was STILL too lazy to choose from it. J So I just ordered "Mee Goreng". Of the three of us, I was the FIRST to place my order. Leung Keet my favourite racist ordered some Lemon Chicken Rice, and KY ordered some Sweet and Sour Chicken Rice.

Minutes passed like hours.

I was getting more and more impatient with every passing millisecond.

THEN IT ARRIVED. My favourite racist's order arrived. Looked not bad, so I had even higher expectations of my Fried Noodles. Back to waiting then….

Kanina..so long why haven't come yet. I ordered first leh.

FINALLY,

KY's sweet and sour Chicken CHOP arrived. He ordered Chicken RICE, NOT CHOP. The bugger foreign waitress had the cheek to ask for an extra RM1 from him.

But where the hell was my Mi Goreng? The taukehnio told me," Today only got 1 chef, so a bit slow ar, 10 more minutes."
Kanina, still need wait 10 minutes….

10 minutes FINALLY passed, I could feel my heart beating faster as the bugger foreign waitress approached with my MEE GORENG.

RM4.50

You tell me lor. From which angle you look will look like Mee Goreng?

PS: I urge my readers to give some sort of comments or feedback to my posts. You dont know how encouraging each and every comment is. For lazy people there is the cbox for instant comments or instant rubbish. Also, visit my favourite racist's blog. :)

After 18 months,

NOTE: THANK YOU LEUNG KEET FOR COMING UP WITH THE BRILLIANT IDEA OF EVERYONE WEARING RAINBOW COLOURS. THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH. Happy now kanina?

My favourite advertiser, Leung Keet has posted a similar post on his blog "KLK's hideout". I'm not trying to copy plagiarize his story, just taking it and telling it t3h LXN® version.

The last day of College finally came and went by on the 9^th of May 2008. Throughout the 18 months, or 540 days, or 12960 hours together, we sure have been through an unforgettable experience. Or at least I have.

Unlike my favourite advertiser Leung Keet, I didn't know ANYONE when I first entered Taylor's University College. Of course mah, I come from jungle and fishing village wan. And I'm not terribly well known for my memory. I have vague memories of the first day in College. The only stuff I remember was :

• A big-ass Hall packed with all kinds of people. Tall, short, fat, thin, dark, fair, you name it, you've got it.
• The noise
• My fucking Class Mentor was absent on the very FIRST day.

We slowly got to know each other during the course of the semester. PE7 joined our Maths and Chemistry class after 6 months after our lecturer retired. They officially merged with our class in 2008. Officially we were known as "PE7 & 8", but "PE 7.5" became a running joke.

Like how the saying goes, "Two wrongs don't make one right".
My class, PE8 was already in contention to win the inaugural "Noisiest Class of the Year" award, with the addition of PE7, that bugger award was surely ours. :D

Of course there are some of us that have left a slightly bigger impression on the others. We're so to say, "Experts" in our respective fields. Just to name a few,

You've got Loong Jin @ T3h 1337 Sleep@h @ Sleeping-Not-A-Beauty-At-All

Then you've got Kok "I-drive-like-a-pro" Shen®

We've also got Leung Keet aka My Fave Advertisor

Wayne, your average 18 year old who can suddenly turn into your lamest nightmare.

Not last, and certainly not the least, you've got Yours Truly.

I've successfully cemented my place as the Class Clown, at least I claim I do, which I think no one will argue with me over this.

The last few days of class were Photo-taking madness. Everyday someone would come up with a colour in which everyone would wear that colour for that day. It started off on Wednesday with Black as the official colour.

Thursday was Red Shirt Day.
The picture would've been better if the bugger camera hadn't caught me in the midst of an orgasm cough.

Just when I thought they had finally ran out of colours to choose from, they surprised me again. Guess what the colour for Friday?

They came up with RAINBOW COLOURS.
Creative, I gotta admit.

Here's one with the whole class together.

And

Waaiit a minutee....

I FOUND OSAMA! He even dyed his beard black!

Colours Galore. We begin with the Sole Red.

We have the Quadruple Oranges next.
Look at that guy. Neh, the third one ar.

See his bored face, I can tell he's up to something.
Sure enough, right after that pic, he shoves the fourth Orange guy away, and

Spoils the picture.


The Yellow Duo

Double Green was next
And of course, the Blue Quartet followed
Indigo and Violet were merged together for the sake of..er, well, film?


We're left with these buggers that belong nowhere. I'm terribly sorry for the explicit contents of the following picture.

I SWEAR to god I'm nowhere near that short in that picture.

Okaay, maybe I spoilt the picture.

But I was forced hor. Who ask him so gay pose liddat leh.

活在福中不知福

For you bananas reading my blog, my title simply means "not appreciating what one has".

Youngsters nowadays are spoilt to bits. Just look at the posh cars they drive, the designer clothes they wear, they just seem to carry with them the "high class" aura. With their uber expensive tailor-made designer clothings, even the fattest and ugliest person will look like the hottest supermodel.

Your face is normally the focal point of people that are looking at you. But with the creation of 5uP32 l33t designer clothes, suddenly your face is no longer the focus. Even if you look like this

This

Or this

It doesn't matter. Instead of looking at the whole picture,

Their field of vision narrows. This is what people will see.

The allowances these rich kids get a month are more than my allowance for 5 years.

Heck, it's even thicker than my wucking fallet.

For us poor people, the only place we expect to see so much money is the bank, and when we're dead and people burn hell money for us.

Even the current food crisis, with food prices gone above the roof, they don't seem to give a flying fuck. They waste food like its none of their business.

The excuse they give when asked? "Aiyah, wan diet mah, kip fit ma, fat nobody wan liao"

Kanina, I thought your 5up3r l33t expensive clothings will make anyone look like Brad Pitt or Angelina Jolie? Seriously, the kids in North Korea would EAT EACH OTHER to keep each other from getting that plate of food. What is WRONG with these people?

Years ago back in Bintulu, I remembered this shop. They let the customers take as much food as they want, PROVIDED they finish it. When I asked my dad what would happen if someone didn't finish their food. My dad told me that the shop people will scold anyone who don't finish their food. I used to think that this was ridiculous. I mean, WE ARE THE CUSTOMERS, and customers are always right.

Well, that was years ago, maybe when I was eight or nine. Now, if I were the people working in that shop, I'd do MORE than scold. Nah, you wouldn't want to know what I'd do.

Suddenly Communism seems like not a bad idea. :D

They are the friggin liars

*Contains sensitive materials. Thou may choose not to read if you: -

• Do not want to get involved in this controversy
• Are a die-hard fan of the 2008 Prom Committee
• Are in the blasted Prom Committee
• ARE the bugger head of the Prom Committee

Please press CTRL+W if you do not wish to continue. Do NOT say I didn't warn you*

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Let's start with my meeting with part of the prom committee.
But before that a phone call from the Prom Committee Head the night before. She asked me to M33T with the prom committee to see if I recognized the 2 Indians that came into my class. I asked her for a picture instead, which was refused. Fine I said, except that I MIGHT NOT BE able to recognize them since I last saw them LAST WEDNESDAY, which was a good 5 days ago. Guess what Ms. Prom Committee Head(PCH) said. Ms. PCH had the cheek to say that I was lying. The reason she gave, "People in TV shows can recognize criminals almost IMMEDIATELY in a face identification procedure".

I LOL'd. Hello ah, this is not CSI or your regular Sunday matinee hor. The reason why I wasn't dare to be sure was because 1) I really had no impression on what they looked like. And 2.) I don't want to drag any innocent people down.

Anyways. The meeting. I gathered a few classmates. But two Mofos, namely Wayne and Loong Jin(Yesh, that weird guy in my previous post), ran away before the meeting. Well THANKS A LOT, mofos.

Ok Ok Meeting meeting. One of my friends managed to identify one person. And the FIRST THING the Identified guy said was,"No no I don't recognize you at all". Then they asked how many people went in our class to make that announcement. I said Two. Before I even motherfucking FINISHED my word, they were already denying it. Nice try mofos. After confirmation with a few friends who were beside me, they of course had no fucking thing to reply, since they were obviously lying. If I wanted I could ask the WHOLE class and even my Maths Lecturer down to verify.

Somehow the matter was resolved. So well, case closed, I decided to lay low after that.

But SOMEHOW, SOMEHOW Some people decided not to.

Some PRICKS came up with this hell-bringing rubbish. Siap dengan SMS saya juga. And beneath that, with DOUBLE lines "LIES".

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SECOND MESSAGE?

THIS?

IF THEY DARE, WHY NOT PUT THE SECOND MESSAGE INSIDE TOO? THEN LET PEOPLE DECIDE WHO's LYING.

It seems the College, or should I say Ms. MARY NG, refuses to let any poster that mentions ANYTHING about prices to be put up around College. Something regarding LEGAL ISSUES. LEGAL ISSUES my farting butt. Not Ah Long also, scare what. Sommore we're in the premise of the COLLEGE, which is PRIVATE property. When I asked the Prom Committee about this, I was ASSURED that there won't be any posters with the mention of any prices.

OH YEA?!

THEN WHAT IS THIS, FOOLS? If my eyes aren't fooling me, which I'm pretty sure they aren't, AREN'T THOSE PRICES? STUCK ALL OVER THE NOTICE BOARD?

Ooh ooh it even has those fancy dandy Chops, AUTHORISED by the COllege.

I'm sure you can more or less make out the word "ECA" near the top right hand corner of the chop. Remember it, you'll need it later.

Now we look at the Prom Promotional Poster.

As you can see it has a fucking chop mark on the bottom right corner too, meaning it's authorised by the College.

And to prove that SOMEONE is lying, be it Mary NG or the prom committee, I've enlarged the Chop mark on the poster.

IT'S THE SAME CHOP MARK. AUTHORIZED BY THE SAME DEPARTMENT. So go to hell with YOUR LIES. NOT MINE. PRICKS.

PS: A friend commented that night that I wasn't like the LXN he knew that didn't like a lot of drama. Well, you've only known me for 18 months. There's plenty of me that you DON'T KNOW. One of them is this. Don't even try BUGGING me. Or I shall retaliate, A BUGGING LOT.

PS 2 : Although the "Lies" poster wasn't allowed to be posted due to the fact that it contained PRICES( HAHAHAHHAHA....IN YOUR FACE), I'm STILL annoyed by ITS LIES.