Sunday, January 30, 2005
A weekend down south
It was a so-so week I had; skipped classes, cholestrol city, brooding, paranoia, dementia - the works. But the weekend happend to come by and I was given a chance to go melilau in the southern states. Oh yeah.
If you guys know me, you should know that I love to travel. See the world, have fun and stuff. This weekend was exactly the template. here's the story...
Me and some of the boys decided to go to Alor Gajah, just to visit that ol' campus. Meanwhile for me, I had the invitation of my lecturer to follow her to Segamat for the Theater Competition that was held there.
So, Friday afternoon we embarked to Alor Gajah by bus. Arriving there we were brought straight to the padang kawad (the same place where GREASE took place) and just witnessing the preparations for the night's Talentime. We also greeted people who we've not seen for a long time. The rest of the boys went back to the hostel to freshen up, while I decided to stay and help out. Stay I did. But when the event started, the boys didn't come because they were too tired. I was tired too but I was knee-deep in the excitement that is Talentime.
The next morning I had to get ready to go to Segamat. There were a troop of students going there by bus but instead I get to ride in the car.
I know the next sentence ain't gonna mean much, but we travelled on The Route One. The old federal road. I know it doesn't mean anything, but to me, the whole strech of the road is magic, knowing that it was the road that connected the whole of Peninsula in the old days. Every town we encountered had this old-school kind of feeling. It almost felt like the modern times didn't get to them.
Then we got to UiTM Segamat. Damn the campus is big! Of course the Melaka campus pales in comparison to this camps which is situated flat out in the middle of nowhere in Segamat. The girls are placed in the girl's block somewhere, while the boys were placed in the big air-cond common room in the boy's block. To tell ya the truth, we looked like tsunami victims. Mattresses were all over the room, luggage strewn everywhere.
Oh, also. We had bapuks on this trip too, and we had to share the same room with them. Brr, scary. They were the dancing troupe, which had no connection to the theater group, save that the both groups were to perform for the cultural festival.
Oh yeah, forgot to mention. The campus had a big entrepreneur festival and the whole campus was a happenin' lot. Can't really describe it clearly because I didn't went around the festival, too caught up in the theater production.
Basically, in my words there at the time, I was busy busying myself being a busybody. Heh heh. I wasn't really on the student's list of people from Melaka (well, hello! I'm from Shah Alam! Intruder!), but I was drafted as the cameraman and the General Slave. Ran around fetching stuff, but I enjoyed every moment of it.
I kinda enjoyed doing menial jobs there in Segamat. I love to do those things when I was there. But now in Shah Alam, there's none of this is happening, and I kinda yearn for it to happen. Sigh.
Oh yeah, I also toured the town that is Segamat. Heh, it's small, all right. But I guess it's bigger that Kangar. Or probably, Segamat is as big as Kangar. But I love the quaint old-school feel of the town. It really is a one-road town, described by Dato' Seri. Actually, it looks like the town was focused on the T-junction and expanded from there. And yes, the town is on the Route One.
The theater night was a rip-roaring event. It was supposed to be a competition between the Southern Zone Campuses (Melaka, Johor and Negri Sembilan), but the N9 campus chickened out of the theater event. Maybe they were too scared. The winner of the competition gets to compete in the finals in Shah Alam. I guess the services of the imported cameraman will be needed once they come here. Oh yeah, the Melaka team will come here. Why? The competition kinda sucks.
The Johor team's performance was so-so at best. Bad voice-throwing techniques, but worst of all, they used mics. Theater ain't supposed to use mics. My lecturer told me that. There and then I was confident that Melaka had automatically won the competition.
What did the Melaka team did? They did the show called "Si Buyau", a retelling of the "Si Tenggang" story, set in modern times. Funny stuff, really. And they managed to keep the crowd glued and in stitches. People commented on the last scene, where the parents cursed their son, as really powerful. The audience was practically silent and was shocked at the drama. We didn't expect that kind of reaction from the crowd, but that shows that the team did a good job.
Oh yeah, people also managed to praise the camerawork that recorded the play. Yay for me ^_^.
I went back on sunday noon, by bus from Segamat to KL. didn't expect it took 3-plus hours to reach KL. The fun thing was, the bus drove along Route One. Yay for Route One. Sad thing, I got a headache on the bumpy bus. Potholes.
Sadly, the day ended on a sour note. Once I reached KL, I headed to Sentral to get a cuppa. I checked in my pockets, and saw my clip-on shades had broken into two. Aw crap. It was a sad thing to see it go that way. But I guess it was its time. I had that clip-ons since when, Alpha MMU 2000? 2001? Really, it was that long. Guess it's time to find new ones. For now, I might forgo the shades for a while. But if there's any discount offers for clip-ons, I'm on it.
Well, so there was my weekend in the south. I had a great time exploring a town I'd never been before, and had a great time hangging around the theater group. Even though there were sad things, but the fun things outweigh them all.
Now, back to this dreary place and thought that is Sec.18. Boo Frickin Hoo.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Close encounter with the halus kind
To any self-respecting RO player, you know what that is, right? It's a Sohee. What's it got to do with today's blog? Well, read on....
Yesterday night, around 10-something, my housemate asked me where I'm gonna sleep tonight. I asked him why did he ask me that question. He said simply, "I got spooked yesterday night. In the house." Well, I considered it as an early warning.
So I went to my bedroom around midnight and got on the bed. I tried sleeping, but I conviniently slept that afternoon, so I was wide awake. With the early warning in my head, I covered my face with my pillow and just braced for anything.
I was a long time before I realized that the room was getting hot. The fan was suddenly off. I started to sweat. I wanted to get up and check the fan, but my body couldn't move. I was paralyzed, like someone was pressing me. At that moment I knew what was going on and I just let the paralysis sink in.
"It" was there. In my room.
I closed my eyes and tried to read any holy scriptures I could think about. Even that took a lot of strain, as my mouth too were numb. Then I heard the shuffling sounds on the linoleum carpet in my room. I was lucky that the pillow blocked my eyes or else I would have been scared to death at the apparition. I could only heard shuffling on the carpet. The only description I could imagine of "it" was the Sohee. It's like the Sohee's hair was shuffling on the carpet. I prayed as best as I could in my paralyzed state. The shuffling didn't move anywhere, it just stayed on that particular spot.
So basically, the fan was off, I'm sweating, I'm paralyzed, my eyes were covered, and "it's" shuffling on the carpet. It went on for about 5-10 minutes.
Just like it started, it ended just as quickly. The shuffling stopped, the fan was spinning again, and i could feel the control of my body back again. I didn't want to risk it anymore, so I just turned to the wall and tried to get back to sleep.
So that was it folks, my close encounter with the halus kind. And I don't want to experience it again.
The Irony is, this morning, I woke up very peacefully. Not shaken by anything, even though I tried to replay the event in my head. It was until I told my friend that I've started shaking. I still am shaking.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
New phone
Finally got a new phone to replace the old-new phone:
Yeah yeah, it ain't a cameraphone, it ain't color screen, it ain't shit. But it's a phone, first and foremost, and that's what it really counts.
Even though, in my tiny self, I really do want a really shan phone, but when it comes to actually going to the store and buying one, I'll aim for the cheapest, lamest, phone I could get. But not before doing some inner monologues and thinking out loud for around 15 minutes in the store. Luckily my parents were with me at the store so they basically bitch-slapped and kicked my sorry arse for my inner monologues before I pointed to the phone.
Oh yeah, new phone number too. Update your phone book, folks. 019-5975080. It's a beautiful number too, for a bargain.
Y'know that the phone shops usually have a collection of really good numbers, right? And expensive too. They basically bought the number, just like one would buy a good license plate number, via tender. As for my number, I only got it for the usual price of 20 bucks, which is the usual price. And the number ain't that kewl enough to start with. But look again. Try to enter the number into the phone. watch the invisible lines.
It's a christmas tree, or more like an umbrella. Very easy to remember, and cheap too. :P
Erm, anything else to write...
Ah yeah, I've done practically nothing during the cuti. Yay for me. Once I sayed up all night long to do the mock newsletter (damn, doing the layouts are a bitch). Oh, watched my bro play MGS3 from start to finish, so now I know the story of it, and now contemplating to play it again during the 3 month's break coming soon.
Oops, lunch calls. Yum, yum.
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Livin' corpse
At home, in front of the PC. Dammit, the usual stuff always happen: Nothin' to do, even if there's homework. Even there's homework, the gears ain't turnin'. Boo-friggin'-hoo.
Practically an empty shell right now. Also an empty stomach. No homework (yet), not in the mood for surfing (leaving the browser on the same page is not fun), nothing to fill my brain (reading materials?! Hah!), and practically clueless. There's cobwebs in my cranium.
Dammit, feels like a freaking living corpse.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Stolen
It was supposed to be a normal evening. I woke up from an afternoon nap after falling asleep while reading "The Da Vinci Code" (I gotta talk about the books I'm reading sooner or later). Looked at the time on the cellphone, it was almost 6pm. I got up and went to the showers. Somehow, I got a weird feeling in the shower...(not that kind of weird feeling, a-hole.)
I should've trusted that gut feeling. Went in my room, and realized something missing... My phone.
Yup people, I've lost my phone. Somebody went in the house and stole my phone. Well, after the usual frantic curse-look-curse-look mode, I decided to go up to the penthouse and tell the boys. So I grabbed my keychain/pendrive. Hmm? Feels lighter. But of course. The fucking thief stole the goddamn pendrive too!
After the usual "wailing to my friends" mode, I went to report to the RS, which is a cool guy himself. After that, it's off to the local pak guard. Meh, it's almost like a non-event.
I realized from the keychain, the fucking thief burned the string of the pendrive and took it. I thought he'd yanked it off hard. Looking at the string, I saw the burned end of the strings. Damn smokers.
Yes, I was partially to be blamed too. I didn't lock the door when I went into the loo. The fucking house door was kinda ajar. Plus the fact that my fucking housemates are pure grade-A a-holes. I silently wished that the fucking thief stole that sleeping fucker's phone right under his fucking nose.
Am I angry? Kinda. But not firey angry. I'm just angry that my safety is comprimised and angry I didn't take precautions. But I'm actually calm about it. Probably the fact that I'm going back home on friday night.
Of course, tonight was my first night without the phone, so I'm having some serious-a$$ cellphone deficiency symptoms. My hand instinctively reached for the now-empty belt pouch. My fingers are getting itchy not being able to type on the keypad. Worse, I just realized that I've lost my one and only alarm clock. Now I gotta bunk at the penthouse so that the boys can wake me up.
Meh, I'm gonna post my thoughts about this later.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
no news or got news?
No posts yet, mofo! Got one helluva writer's block here. Plus, no new stories to tell. Of course, there's no new stories from me, ever.
Well, had a minor argument/angst moment with G-man today, but it all turned out to be a silly thing. We had a big laugh out of it and everything went A-okay. Just hope Metroid Prime 2 is still in the wrap when he gets back .
Oh, be goin' off to Ironic River for a weekend out with Mie. I'd invite you, Ibanez, but looking and the times and modus operandi of our weekend hoo-haa plans, I'd rather not. It's not because we hate you or anything, we actually love you. It's just the MO ain't up to your operations range. Sorry. Next time I guess. Sorry again. God, I hate to disappoint friends. Done that too many times.
In other news, (hah! There! You got new news, after all!) I got my tongue burned slightly while taste-testing the chicken-in-soup soup the boys made. Stupido.
Wai~ Four paragraphs of crap!
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