My Movie mayhem and R’Avaatar Review

Have u ever get use to the daily monotonous everyday routine u been doing since like forever? For a student preparing for the exam of his life, studying recklessly would be the more appropriate behavior. Eat, sleep, do nature’s many business, I for once decide to take a little break, an excuse to abstain starting to do the past years and avoid the never seemed to finish microbio report which always seemed to have spaces no matter how much u crap. Like gone with the wind, I took the 12.30pm bus straight way but things got not so well at first.

Upon arrival at 1.15, I was please to know I got plenty of time to buy the 3.00pm movie ticket. My plan was to buy the ticket and quick lunch. Unfortunately, the next train was arriving at 1.42pm~ seemed like the KTM driver also need a nap. On board the train seems ok, problem is somehow the driver manage to reach Midvalley at around 2.15. So upon rushing to the ticket counter, to my horror there was a queue till the McD. Without hesitation, I queue like a good citizen=no jumping queue. After 10mins of waiting, the queue reached halfway. To my shock AGAIN, the 3.00pm 3D avatar was sold out. The next was at 6.45pm. The not 3D avatar still got 2.30pm and 4.25pm but still the seats were selling like wafer. With 13 seats left, I place my bet on the 2.30pm movie and pray fervently that the people in front were too dumb to notice.

2.32 pm, I was still stuck with 15 people in front. I was really nervous cause if I failed to get the 2.30pm seat, I have to buy the 4.45 pm seat meaning i will be going back at 9pm to uni later. Adding to my anxiety, I found out that I forgot to ATM, leaving only RM19.20 left. Mental calculation told me that with the ticket, I won’t have fund for the popcorn~ which means starving while watching. With the race against time and verge of financial depression, I was really tense. Plus the 4 person in front was chitchatting which movie to watch while walking really really slow which was getting on my nerves.

2.40. Miraculously the 3.00pm 3D Avaatar suddenly got 52 free seatings. And with RM 1.20 left in my wallet, I manage to get the best middle seat in the theatre with some time to ATM and buy the McD lunch package. Advice: don’t try to buy ticket 10 minutes after the movie started.

The movie was, I can say is one of its kind. 167minutes of alien flora and fauna to some military might showdown, the experience was a roller costal ride. Personally I think the movie were quite good and enjoyable, minus the bladder endurance training and the occasional feet kicking cause the person beside u was too excited. Some parts were a bit weird but overall I was impressed by the realistic effect- actually it is more realistic than Transformer 2. After advices from Facebook, i decide to try the 3D version of the Avaatar-RM18, where u need to wear glinking goggles that leave dent in your ear behind. At first u feel and look funny but after a while u get used to it. Once accustomed, the 3D effect really make the character in the movie quite reallife, except bless ur ears after the almost 3 hour movie for non-spectacle wearer. I was constantly tickering with it to prevent it from sinking into my nose skin like the Titanic. So from sinking gigantic ships to unobtainable “unobtanium” ore, Jack Cameron the director has done something weird again, which is great for us. I won’t spoilt the story so better watch it urself.

So as of now, with the rain outside and the bus aircon freezing my feet, my advice to all people who think they like stress, take a break, go watch Avaatar.





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Insomnia on the nite of a freezing Christmas

Finally….and I repeat, finally over, I comforted my aching back and legs. After sweeping from house to house while unleashing Christmas carol after another at the top of your lungs, the expedition ended with a sigh of relief as I end up in front of the church. For tonight, the room on the 3rd floor next to the administrative office will be our(me and 3 of my companions) temporary haven for the night. It will soon dawn to me that tonight will be one of the longest Christmas night I ever experience.

Time: 2.30pm. Settling cozily into one of the 3 beds of with 3 companions, the last whisper of the night ended with an unending pause. Soon the silent background was full of Chinese songs from the neighbouring night manufacturing factory.

A sudden stir woke me up as I became aware of the freezing air con eating into my bone. Our current bed layout was that no matter how one move, you legs will be directly under the onslaught of the aircon of 21 degree Celsius. You can say that it is still warmer than UK but then when you metabolism rate is like that of a hibernating bear, arctic is not farfetched. Estimate time was around 3.30pm. My guess was confirmed by my unwavering urge to follow nature’s call to the toilet. Been an person who doesn’t want to stir other people awake by going to toilet or increasing the thermometer temperature setting, I pretend to sleep in the hope of doing so.

Just a few hours ago, we have been ambushing motorbikes and unsuspecting drivers with our Christmas greetings. One of the carolers in the van I was on suddenly greets a passing lady on a motorbike. The girl almost flipped up and step on the break. Luckily she didn’t fell or we be caroling in hospital. Anyway, we continue our relentless “MERRY CHRISTMAS” at by passers and usually we are meet with surprise stares or frowning.

A faint awareness that my butt was approaching frostbite level, I realized my portion of the blanket covering my body was now ¾ of its original area. Grumpily I sat up and survey the probable cause. The current update was the 4th sleeper was moving from his bed towards the 3rd sleeper. And since I was the 1st sleeper sharing the blanket with 2nd and 3rd sleeper, my share of blanket was shrink by the increase uptake of blanket by the 3rd sleeper. This time the Malay songs are being played at the background. To survive this episode, I decide to use my pillow as a shield for my back again the air-con.

I remember again the last time in Port Dickson, I had a bad experience in sharing 2 beds with 2 other companions. Since there were 3 persons, we decided to sleep sideways instead so the middle guy won’t fall into a midnight abyss. Practical prove our theory otherwise. Been the middle guy, I awoke around 4am, half-freeze to death, my pillow was taken over by the sleeper on my right with my head on the edge and a hand of the sleeper on my left under my pillow, not to say I have to sleep on my side since the east and the west seemed to be towards the centre. If u think that condition still sleep-able, my butt was hanging in mid cold air as the 2 beds separate during our sleep motion, creating a canyon. My advice; avoid been a middle man.

Now Filipino’s songs are been aired as my attempted to sleep seemed naught. Placing the pillow in front of me doesn’t seem to work. Furthermore I realize my blanket coverage has already reduced to a breadth of 30cm, which requires me to sleep on my side or suffer winter attrition like Bonaparte’s soldiers. A quick glance at my fellow sleepers helps formulate a theory that can even make Newton proud. Mark’s 4th law of thermodynamics states that when 2 bodies of heat is in an extremely cold environment , the 2 bodies tend to gravitates towards each other. My options were to stay awake and held my blanket ground or face frostbite on right half of my body.

Utilizing my knowledge of breathing techniques to make me sleep became pointless when I realize my nose was stuff due to the cold. I decidedly try the Buddha technique of relaxation, said to increase blood circulation while one rests. My assumption was since this might be beneficial, the chance of it been detrimental is unlikely as it has been practice by Buddhist for millennia’s already. In the end, I end up staring at the emergency white light which reminds me of a white Christmas. Anyway I end up more alert, maybe due to the circulation boost thing.

Another thought that my alertness might be due to the chrysanthemum white tea, Chinese tea, ribenna, tehsi and soybean I taken during caroling. Another possible cause was the lack of digital stimulation of the brain which I was used to for the past few weeks. To sleep or not to sleep is not a question anymore. In the end I decided to not force myself to sleep and let nature takes it course. By the way, Celline Dion Titanic song was been played by the next-door factory. Figure the workers need all the blaring music or romantic fantasy to stay awake.

Against all the odds, I was feeling the drowsiness of the premonition of sleep. I was drifting to silent slumber!! Finally, I laugh silently in my subconscious mind. And then one of my companion’s alarm malfunction and rang at 6am.

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Sketchy Interuni

Today, another day of 9 to 5. With everyone balik kampung celebrate Deepavali, i be the few "abandons" marrooned on the shore of UNMC duck lake. So far for my grand plans of travelling Little wild wild West Malaysia before i had my taste of English soil. So anyway, i end up having having to relive past reminiscene of events which makes me seemed a bit young for an old man fetish.

While pretending to be rocking my old, algae-fenestrated pc chair, i be thinking where did i go wrong how on earth did i end up trying to be a modern medicine man. Okay end of intro.

Interuni event- a event which cause heavy casualties in terms of my brain cells. So if i respond slower than 3 seconds or you need to call me "mak, mak, mak " X5, forgive of brain cells; they are still recuperating. A small blessing in disquise, or else i respond too fast in places like nite market and embarrassed myself when children are asking for their mum. Anyway it start like a usual fine monday morning, except i was still half-blur from the previous hectic day of orientation. Still disorientated from the orientation, i was half asleep during in Dr X lectures (for safety reasons) half of the lectures. But unknown to me, i was in for another week of brainstorming. Surprise! I suddenly got a post of Team Leader without going through the proper procedure for an interview 1st. Never expected to be promoted so fast, i inquired and found that i was the only member registered.

After 3 days of hibernation from my carrer shock, i finally decided i should start finding targets for my team.
Day 4: So begin my day of hunting down acquaintances and juniors who stands in my way. First there was the masterminding part where we plan who to capture. Then those who was trapped into joining the team begun laying traps for people who was unaware of the potential embarrassment they have to face if they accept the invitation. At the end of the day, despite our efforts, our harvest was hovering around 10 people +-.

Day 3: After entrusting backup Plan B to SSSS(who went to raid the juniors),  we start discussion on what we were suppose to do. After assigning ah peng, ah ma, Gong Gong and mei mei, we finally have a sketch. Pratice was held briefly, people embarrased and laughed, and some absence(actually a lot)and present, and through endless trials, tears and suggestions, the sketch was a disaster in making.

Day2 >>> to day 1.
So I retreat myself to my humble abode beside the supposely hunted house in tts@. Feasting only on peanut butter sandwich,and countless facebooks and clips, i manage to refinalized my script which actually just 80% finished. Another costly battle for the brain neurons, may your deaths be remembered.

Judgement day arrved.

Equipped with plastic bags, scrap papers, detol sanitizer, lollipop, and towel, our team of 24 braved the stage, resign to our fate of knowing we be making history as the H1N1 warriors of UNMC. 20 minutes of soap drama, featuring our favourite H1N1 virus, accompanied by saleswoman, politician, lawyer, ah gong, mei mei, di di, nian and acting pharmacist, spiced up with a short presentation H1N1, it was a success. Feeling confident that we had beat the IMUs, we let our guard down. Too bad for us though as the Monashis demonstrated their prowess and bankrupt us of Rm 300 by taking the 1st prize. Anyway, it was a fun and memorable event especially for some people who (erhmp) hunting damsels and maybe duke too in distress.

In the end though, we did beat the Monashis in one thing: we went home earlier than them  coz their bus was late an hour. I guess thats one thing i should appreciate our shuttle bus service for.



 
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Journey to the West (part 2 -really^2 long)

And so the story continues to the stage when i was walking towards the Eon bank in Semenyih. A familiar motor roar threatened from behind and in a blink of an eye, 2 guys with helmets was less than a metre beside me. Probably watched too much TV1 drama, the front guy show off his what seemed to be like a stick pole. The other guy was already hands in my pocket.

Suddenly my whole vision blurred as i became aware of my current state. Blood was gushing from my left hands and  i was covered in spots of red from face to toe. A feeling of unrealness came to me as i had a feeling was still dreaming. I suddenly realised that my left hand had reflexively block the stick which was actually a knife. Too shock, i unconsciously helped my assailant take out my phone and keys in my right pocket. Also at that instant, i realised what was hapening and was in a instance, having a tug-of-war with my fellow 5-seconds-acquaintance.

Anyway with my left hand still in critical condition, i surrender as the assailants buzzed off with their Raya Bonus.  My first meeting with a woman and 2 kids was a trial. Can't blame her that my current appearance was a put off. So i wandered straight to a motorbike shop nearby. Luckily for me and maybe quite the opposite for my newly appointed driver, i was able to hitch a ride to the nearest clinic. Together with 7 stiches, 4 staring onlookers and a bit bandage, i manage to leave the clinic with a Rm 10 discount, and a few sashimi lighter.

I guess i was a bit cruel for having a free ride to the Store, then back my house again and then to the Polis Pondok near the Uni. The guy who drove me on a motor bike was still kind enough to give me his contact card before i enter the Polis station. Anyway after the inquiries and the report, i was ask to wait outside the station under the sun (talk about malaysiann hospitality)

Needless to say, i have to recount my experience to my uncle and aunt and many countless time still to come when anyone who can't read palm lines see my hands. And with my key and phone somewhere in Semenyih, i have to break into my rented house since my housemates are coming back 2 weeks later the earliest. A wonder that i remember none but one mobile number which is my housemate's phone number which i have just meet once. Reason? The number was the router password which i was troubleshooting 3 days trying to surf the internet. Talk about blessing in disguise. So with that, i could get in touch with the house owner to unlock the doors.

But then there is still the Only-housemates-got-key padlock being the only setback. With no options left, we have to break into the house with the aid of a few tools and friendly neighbours.

And now back to the Black Cat theory of Relativity Luck. Even before write this issue, there was another black cat, this time friend-friend with a white cat that appear in front of me few days ago. The result? Me and my housemates can't board 2 bus that day because it is full. And when returning from Midvalley by KTM, the train was delayed(yes, again) and apparently the bus driver must be having bladder issue that he needs to go back uni 2 minutes earlier than schedule. Not to say the bus supervisor already reassure us by phone earlier that the bus will wait for 10 minutes. So the usual story of a group of people stranded on KTM grounds for another 45 minutes till 12 midnite while some people got ripoff by taxis.

Lesson? Don't trust SA bus schedule completely and the contact no is just for decoration only. How about the black cats? Actually that just coincidences that happened once in a while. After all i was having pretty bad luck that whole month.

And back to the prologue of the Hungry Ghost stuff. Actually nothing much happens. I just put it there just to make up the mood of the article. After all, it doesn’t need to make sense anyway, rite?

END of Part 2

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Journey to the West (part 1 -really^2 long)

Black cats mean bad fortune? Or a frog jumping out of the house kinda take away ur luck? I wouldn’t had think twice about dismissing them as purely nonsensical superstition if isn’t for events that seems a bit bizarre. 

 Tis were the season of hungry ghosts or Chinese ancestral beings when they are allowed freedom. According to myths, the gate of Hell was flung open and unearthly beings allow to roam the realms of mortals. I am not sure why been Chinese or been set free famished them, guess freedom activist need to be careful not to trip over. Or and a really big OR why they maybe or maybe not intended to label me for treats or tricks. Guess I didn’t have the treats then. 

It start bright and glorious day, maybe a very hazy one too that I finally made a touchdown on KLIA (3 pointers for MAS on vs AirAsia). Burdened with 33 kg of luggage which has a bone-crushing effect if anyone stupid to stand in my way, i torturously made it out of KL International airport….luckily with no casualties. I would have sue someone for forcing me to bring that much stuff to Kuching and then to KL again on grounds of child labour ( in my case semaphore labour) and possibly for being a threat to public safety. Lucky for her that just for been a mum that she had some diplomatic immunity status. It was also a wonder that my luggage managed to sit at exactly 20.0kg during the MAS check in Kuching. Not to say I managed to pass check points that limit up to 5kg of hand-carrier-bags with 13kg on me. Counting that I was the 1st non-crew to board the plan and but gotten the last seat (next to the window, cab see the tail of the plane); a bit paradox though. Plus I managed to reach KL exactly on time (+-5 min) and catch a cab speedily back campus in one straight row, with some occasional on and off( I mean the taxi engine). IF I might have notice that things were going a bit too well and smooth for me. It has a really not Malaysian feel. 

Den…den…deeennnn……………… Nothing sinister or supernatural happened when the front door swing ajar, not that I was expecting Resident Evil zombies to be lurking to welcome me to their brotherhood after a 3 months absence in the house. Nothing much happened….just a frog jumping out of the seal house when I breathe life into the lights. Again, nothing much except for some mould colonies which had productively sprouted from intersections on the floor that hadn’t seen the light of day in 3 mouldy months. By the way, I want to send my most sincere apology to anyone that has ever asked directions from me. The taxi driver must have the patience of a saint/imam to drive me home and not throw me off the road to beg for fermented bread even after directions from me that sent him north and west of Semenyih on a wild goose chase a.k.a Nottingham Hunt. Did I mention down the Nilai Highway too? A bit of info on the current situation is that he was having Buka Puasa and it was 7.30pm then.

Back to day 2; again it was a bright and glorious day….with dusty floor and spores-exude-air that could bestow u histoplamia to make the day. After cleaning up, I decided to settle some issue in the uni. And it was after an hour wait that a bus finally came. So I gleefully board it and found a promising aircon spot with a really nice empty-shaded seat. Just as I was getting comfortable, it dawn to me that the bus was heading straight to Kajang and it comes down to UNMC history that a dummy has sat on a wrong bus…yet again. Whether it was some higher up doings which i m not sure, I manage to find a taxi heading back to uni with a student after I got off at Semenyih. Anyway I managed to settle the unsettled issue in uni, just 4 bucks lighter from the shared taxi fare. 

>>> to days 3; I woke up. Decided to do some banking business. Should have read today’s horoscope even though it just some nonsense love prediction. Just before leaving the house, I spotted a white cat characterize with light brown patch and green eyes(not indication of jealousy) standing in a stealthy manner by an open window. Recalling that being nice to our feline friends will lead to cat dung decorated on bed sheet and more uninvited meow meow, I straighten up to shoo it. First with polite shoo shoo, to making loud noises and scary looks, I must have looked ridiculous to the cat. Anyway, unscathed by my effort, the cat appear to follow my wish. Closing the window panels, and then opening the door, a black cat was suddenly standing before me, staring with its intently green eyes. Normally in broad day light, seeing a black cat is uncommon, so gazing at one now makes it look really black. Then it surreptitious turns its back on me and walk away. As the usual me, I ignore it as some weird insignificant happening and went on my usual schedule to Semenyih. Little did I know what unseen incident that fate has in store for me…..

( to be continue..)
End of part 1

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Out of blog

CUrrent Status


As for next 1 month and previous 2 months, Kram will go wayfaring for a while in hidden locations to regain his blogging enthusiam. So for the timebeing, cleanpants will remain as cleanpants as its editor is staying clean and low profile for the moment. Good holidays...





" It doesn't make sense at all"
If any of the blog contents have made you feel insulted or think it is too stupid, i apologize first and foremost

Jalan Jalan Cari Nonsense (episode: Brunai)

And so the story goes that that everyone thought that he or it had evaporated, never to be seen and leaving a trail of nonsensical legacy to those who still hold a fragment of distant memories of he or it.

THE END


NOw my current position is somewhere in bornea and i think i will give a short lesson on a nearby primitive kingdom called Brunai. Brunai, as everyone doesn't seem to know or care, lies at the heart of Serawak. Yup i guess anyone would be thinking of orangutans and jungles with big Rafflesia which is quite smelly and possibly detrimental to health. I m sure everyone knows the rumours that people here on Bornea sometimes live in treehouse and swing around all day but believe me, we are actually far more advance and civilized than we look.

We actually have the largest kampung ayer in the world. Engineered with sophisticatedly cut wooden planks, hand-crafted windows and possible mixture of new and old technology: the zinc roof, it is the 8th wonder of the new world.The brain child of a guy who probably been dead around 700 yr ago, we have create the single largest city on water in the world. I bet even the Egyptians who have model the pyramid, will stand mouth gapping ( probably seeing how wasteful the use of wood ) will probably tell their descendant of such sight ( not to waste so much wood to build a pyramid on water ) and generations to come. Catch Megastructure: Kampung Ayer on National Geography if they come to film Brunai.

Thats not all, don't think the run down scene of rift-rafting water perahus floating among the debris shows nothing but a bedraggled and degenerating village but actually is hiding high performances geeky specs. The random water taxis randomly splashing around actually is a highly sophisticated communication networking which only locals know how to use. To discourage usage by strangers, foreigners are always rip-off by the fares of the water taxi vendors. The food supply chain which is the life line of the kampung also depends on the perahus to meet the daily demands. Once again if an invasion is to occur, they would have to have both land and naval sumpremacy before they can conquer brunai.

On the other hand, what is simple and down rite obvious is actually the best solution. Instead of troublesome toilets piping that always clog and need expensive maintanence, the kampung residents just go the back door to do business. U never need to worry about privacy since probably everyone is doing it and you can have it during midnite anyway if privacy ur concern. If anyone is talking how to live green, the environmentalists aready have a real-proven-model rite here by the river. What u eat and finish processing is dump into the river and recycle by nature. Some fish that eat those excretions are eaten by bigger fish and so on. In the end some of the fish end up in the fishmongers stall in a nearby pasar. My advice is if u don want to break that cylcle of life, eat fish that are imported from nearby Sabaah if satying here. By the way, sometimes those end up as debris that float around like the ones i mentioned before in the scene.

Another thing, oil here is not free so u need to remember to pay after filling ur car. ANd actually it is more expensive than plain water for the fact.

Now i have written enought to be exiled already so i will cease from existence until the next episode of Jalan Jalan Cari Nonsense.







" It doesn't make sense at all"
If any of the blog contents have made you feel insulted or think it is too stupid, i apologize first and foremost

Sight, smell and scam of a nite market (WARNING: Really Long)

This nite was like any other nite except that it was my 1st time going to the Cheras famous nite market, known for its good food and long illegal parkings lining the entire market.

Upon entering the market, it really lives up to its own version of malaysia identity. Everywhere vehicles trying to cut each other but end up been cut again. An amazing feat was for every 1 car exiting the nite market, there would be 3 cars entering, but still manage to find somewhere to park. I bet no country can find such an effective parking system. Anyway, it is also worth mentioning that malaysia is the only country where people rather ram into cars than vice versa. Seems like many have the belief that they possess bodies of steel that can break through a car and have long-sightness that they can never see a car in front of them.

Anyway, the highlights for the nite was for just RM11.40, my taste bud was fully provoked or in reality i just stuff everything into my mouth. I manage to have 2 pieces of (large) pandan cake, 4 nyonya balls, 3 crispy nugget, 1 slice of chinese pizza, 2 crispy prawn balls, 3 vegetable tofu, 2 drinks, and 1 'chou' tofu aka smelly chinese-version of half-rotten, decomposing starch cubes fried with oil, which u can smell at specific spot in the nite market or ur own breath. The tofu actually taste smelly and its properties i believe is similar to the durian, which is some people enjoy and some people rather eat their vomit.

Another quite interesting experience was that if KL was the capital of Malaysia, Cheras nite market is the scam district of Selangor. Think of me as innocent or too daft but i never really encountered any scam until that fateful day, unless u count the occasional fake Digi sms of u winning Rm 10,000 and stuff. It seems like the God of Scam suddenly visit me and people related to me. I bet u guys heard above the scam where an housewife received a phone call telling that her child is been kidnap and a ransom needed. During that episode, the housewife would heard cries of a child (supposedly her's if she likes) pleading for help over the phone call. My mum and some of her friends got the call, and one of them was worried enough to have paid over Rm 10,000 to the scammer. Kinda feel sorry for her though.

In the nite market alone, i manage to meet 10 kinds of scammers and with extraordinary abilities and performing feats which no human have ever done before. One was supposedly a poor bed-draggled BLIND women squatting on the ground, begging for money. I think a miracle happened in that when i pass by her, i saw her open her eyes to pocket the donated money and then suddenly becomes blind again. Another few ordinary obvious scammers was an lady holding a blind child, where anyone would want to donate until u saw a cardboard written that her child was blind, in english AND chinese translation AND in perfect handwritting AND perfect layout.

The stupid one was a guy lying on the floor selling stuff with AGAIN a cardboard stating that: " If u buy one toy, he won't be fined by the police" ( i have no comments). After a while, u will see the same guy crawling in the middle of the road, towards a restaurant. Sometimes, a scammer can be smart and stupid at the same instant. The scammer was an ordinary old lady, sitting on a wheel chair, and using her metalloid cover armoured-bandage right feet, trying to ram straight middle through crowds, hopefully to earn a few bucks and get to the other side of the nite market to pee or something. Efficient.

There was an occasional few 3-4 lazy DISABLE scammer suddenly appearing at hotspots and disappeared again at the other side of the nite market in just less than 10 mins. One was smart enough to con people into buying a RM 10 jumping doll that actually jumps. The funny thing is one of his hands was hidden behind a bag, with almost invincible strings attached to the doll and actually making it jump.

With lion-dance background music and spot-light, standing there was another guy claiming that he has some super potent medicine. So as a pharmacist in training (i like to emphasize that), i decide to train my ability of detecting fake medicine. First the guy ask a volunteer, but then a teenager (co-scammer or probably his son) stand out to test the guy(scammer) claims. After a long lecture in some dialect which seem like gibberish to me, they start the demo. The guy ask the boy to hold a metal tube, with both his hand straight behind his back. The guy then do some Ku-Fu, then poke the back of the boy, and then swing the boy's arm 270 degree to the front. The guy then ask the boy repeat the swinging back and front with both arms holding the metal tube. Actually it seems pretty gross to me but i believe it is authentic (the boy probably trained in the hidden art of swing-arms 360 degree).

And then after another gibberish lecture on that his super medicine actually heals pain and strengthen the mind and body, he spray the medicine onto a dry clump of grass. The grass
started to move and unclump (obviously it absorb the water) and then the guy claim that the medicine actually revived the grass. I can't believe anyone would believe that unless they are 3 yrs old or mentally challenged. Later his assistant show us some old, crumpled newspaper in a plastic bag (probably been doctored alredy) and ask that a question: " If anyone would have this medicine, would u want to use it?" And then he pointed his mike at a 10yr old child( probably the scammer 2nd son, as i can see the resemblance) and the child say "YES!" in some dialect. The scammer then quote the price of RM25 per bottle, with buy 2 free 1 package. He even claim that if you drink the medicine once, u will be cured of all shoulder, head, stomach and probably heartache. SO i conclude that if i drink everyday, i will become superman already.

He started to redemo the arm swinging thing again, but the i already can't take it. Actually there was another scammer nearby who seemed to be doing some black magic on a white terrier. The dog seemed to shake very violent and the scammer's aides have to hold down the dog. Too bad i was alredy sick of looking at any other scams.

I proposed to petition to the Visit Malayisia Tourism board that they should have a theme of :

Malaysia, truly a land of scammers. This include a package of visiting a notorious scam district and getting the chance of been scam unwittingly. Get to know all about the thriving scamming business that contribute millions to the economy and be a victim of that success story. Copyrights CDs, fake fashions and branded goods, food that have special plastic nutritional bonus and phone call scams are all part of the trip schedule. Learn all above cutting cars, parking efficiently and stealing all hotels amenities as souvenirs before going back to your country. Malaysia, trully Asia.......


I am pretty sure this proposal will be an instant hit.




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A Nonsense Conspiracy

A Nonsense Conspiracy

The stanza was about to start as i thought it was about to. After seamless days staring at black and white papers, i m alredy half-way in my dream to become a hardisc, well atleast a faulty but still functional recorder that can only hold window 98 version of word documents. I wasn't a bit worry that i was crapping the opposite way but then hey, who would care about that when you have quarantine urself in a small, tiny cubicle with a table full of black and white docement and have been feeding one piece of bread for every document analysed.

Then suddenly a remiscence of a previous long forgotten nite came back in flash, like vision appearing that foretell something you have obviously missed. The nite was young when i remember that was the last time i was still young and still possess a human mind. I meet someone particularly at a place that was far, far away but actually next door, and the place was called the cafeteria or SA.

An immediate thought of exotically fragrant roti canai smell that never seem to be lacking and always give your clothes a smell that is hard to forget or wash away. The thought propelled me to another fact that my nestle chicken rice always lack cucumbers, which may an indication the cook don't like me or prejudice in a sense. I was on a business trip of considering whether the nestle chicken rice was a financially viable option or the economy rice which is something economical but then sometimes not. But in the end, i chose economy rice which sounds nicer but then i got rip off again which reminds me of being rip off all the time by the 'economic' rice guy.

Anyway, on my journey to the fly-infested nest called the 'table' in cafeterian terms,i managed to isolate myself at the edge of a long table which seems to be out of sight of the flies. Munching, grinding and perhaps half-choking, i manage to mechanically digest the food before it went into my stomach and stuck there as usual, needing a plumber to occasionally check the system. Such are the fates of the SA regurlars.

During my losing-appetite meal, i discover there were two familiar faces who were facing the same fate as me, munching the doctor-won't-recommended dishes. They were chatting happily, perhaps ignorant of the ill-karma that circles around us: the flies. An omen, perhaps as bad or even worsen than the cicada crisis was about to befoul me. Dismissing such concern, i concerntrate into the surround noise that seems to besiege me from all angles.

As i delve into their seemingly normal conversation, i manage to catch some glimpse of words, words that seem to imply somethings. Three word caught my attention were medicine, stress and insufficient time. All of them pointed to one obvious conclusion; too much medicine is stressful and use up a lot off ur time. That can only mean one thing: Pharmacy. 

My mind reel from this suddenly shocking revelation, and a burst of information stream out in forms of images as my subconscious try to comprehend the scale of this conspiracy. Bridges and connection were made between vague pieces of memory. Relationship were form and the random facts were starting to make sense. 

Now it makes almost perfect sense. Then it dawn to be i was too late. 

From the second we set our foot beyond the gates of nottingham, we are already ensnare in a contigency of masterminds-lay plan. First the interview to lessen suspicion, then the letter of offer to remove doubts. The orietation was perfectly coordinate to exhaust further growing thoughts. Over the semester, combination of stress, excessive lectures and exhaustive lab reports were dosed on student to weaken mind resistant and make them more susceptible to suggestion. Finally the last straw was self-study exams to complete the finishing move of the evil plan of controlling the feeble minds of the exams-obsessed and make them bow to their will.

But then i was too late. But even so i have to stop them. But then i realised i was too late to save myself. I was alredy deep within their trap that i had no way out. I was going to the toilet...

Inspired by Pre Exam Traumatic Stress Syndrome PETSS

" It doesn't make sense at all"

If any of the blog contents have made you feel insulted or think it is too stupid, i apologize first and foremost

Tips on writing a CPD

Editor spam: Its been a while since i was bother to write something again. Now sitting at the verge of superboredom and burden with the fact of where the heck did i place my CPD papers, i still happily go about my business of checking facebook and blogging. Hence once in a while boredom serve as a catalyst to superimpose myself into the art of blogging once in blue moon. Okay, i know this probably sound too chezzy but hey i m pharmacy student, no harm been lame once in a while.

Tips on writing a CPD

Looking back sure brings about of memories, both pleasant and unpleasant and maybe something in the middle.

Well the first step in writing ur CPD is to find out where u put ur cpd. But trust me, it is not worth the effort as it is probably use for making a rolling pin to wack the creepy crawlies during the croachroach crisis. Anyway the wise thing one should do once in a while is to visit
http://webct.nottingham.ac.uk/webct/cobaltMainFrame.dowebct
to download and print the CPD notes.

After troubleshooting all half-hour trying to find where ur CPD document is printed at which printer (which i found by God's grace it is still at the printer nice and warm, and not in the scrap box which it will never live to see daylight), ensure that u din accidentally tear it.

Then, the next most reasonable step is to find a comfortable chair near an aircon ventilation and then sign in ur facebook. Maybe you can try googling what u should write but that would be unwise as it might serve as an entrapment. Another good suggestion is to go back to ur nice and cozy chair, sit and think for a while and then fall asleep and woke up the next day with all ur drool all over ur CPD. Atleast, i sure Mr Wong won't mind not marking ur CPD.

Procrastinating is a good way of writing CPD. Philosophers DID it all the time and that is why they are not here anymore. Even genius like Leornado da Vinci procrastinate day and nite until he need to finish his painting until 11 years later. But then he is still known as a genius and if u finish faster, u can be said as smarter than him.

Anyway, when u reach the phase of reminiscence, u may need to use the toilet once in a while. Toilet break serve as a break away event where people can think out of the box when doing their small business. Your bladder is relieve and this will bring a stimulation to the brain where u will feel relief. Once u r happy, u will go back to finish ur CPD but then u will feel a sudden urge for thirst. And then u feel hungry, then bored, then online, then stream or facebook and then sleep and then....

Okay, now to the most important part, what to write. Write about pass achievements which has some monumental effect at some time of ur life where u survive in one piece and are still breathing. A real life experience like i uncovered who was the killer in the Mafia game and save the live of the spy and fellow citizens. Too bad for the GP though as he or she was always killed 1st( so never try to be a doctor in real or fake life. You will have a short end) My theories was that the spy was probably tempted by the KFC chicken so he/she probably intend to lose and eat the chicken.

Another prediction i made is the occurance of a massive tsunami in Japan that destroy half of the Tokohama (even Godzilla fail to do that) How i predicted? During that fateful day, 6 cockroach and 1 cicada find refuge in my living room and was apparently killed by someone. Luckily this omen was wrong, and the tsunami never happen.

Well, the last thing one should never do during CPD writing is to write lame stuff like this in Tiscra. That my best piece of advice to you.

(This article is based on a true story)

Inspired by: CPD
Written by: ME




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Lesson learn from a cockroach

Lesson learn from a cockroach

These days, there are 3 things you can find a lot: reports, emo people and cockroach. I leave the boring issues out so i wont get emo just writing about them. Cockroaches on the other hand are more interesting and exactly opposite as compare to the other two issues. They are more lively, they are found in ur wardrobe and greet u by jumping at u when u open the door. Your life is quarantee to be more lively if u have one becoming ur neigbour underneath ur bed.

Since i never seen them emoing around, i reasonably deduce that their lives much be much happy than ours. Even if they are creepy crawlies of the under-wardrobe/drawer, they still know how to appreciate life when they are not been squash by the rolled-up newpaper. We therefore as a human, a much more advance creature shouldn't spent all our days doing reports or chant emo emo emo but try to watch more Heroes or Ugly Betty or some other shows to liven ourselves. Even if u try to teach them about paired t-test, they won't apply it in real life anyway. So after we are done rejecting the null hypothesis that there is a probability that cockroach would write reports or learn phys and pharm, they would still be looking at you with their wriggling atennae trying make sense of your smell.

Since cockroaches are older than humans since prehistoric time, they would have tonnes of experience on how to live happily.

Thats is why in the event of a financial crisis + diarrhoea crisis + nucleaur war + midlife crisis - report crisis, they would be the one surviving. Note: If you have any of the above crisis, better consult your nearest GP.

A word of advice though, even if the cockroach is a potential philospher, it is best you don't have one living in your room. Not that u will get lectures on the meaning of life by the cockroach or reach a state of nivarna with it, the cockroach is a potential pests. They spoiled you morning by appearing as the first living thing you see in your drawer, though i confess it make you more awake than the alarm clock. Since they always appear near the Season Soya Bean drink, it must be lactose intolerances too. Too bad for them, 1 got smack by the newspaper, another one got thrown from the 2nd floor and escape( they can fly!) another one got trap in a container.
So for more cockroach updates, please visit Tioman Hall for more first hand experience.



This article is brought to you by Wayfarer in collaboration with the friendly cockcroach-right activitist who got trap in the Pringle Potato Chip container.
(This article is a result of excessive boring, monotonous, super-dull report writing so don't blame me if you read it)






" It make sense when it doesnt "
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Business Today: arB and Yakutl Review

Business Today: arB and Yakutl Review

Prologue

Human are stupid. They create stuff called paper and pen and then invented the alphabet. After that a group of people called pharmacy student use such invention to do assignments and reports day and night. The consequences was that they started to become nortunal as they sleep around 2 to 3 in the morning and have a habit of sleeping till 2 in the afternoon. Such evolution has prompted them to eat twice a day or even once to save food and the term "Branch" was invented. Those u can't see in the cafeteria are probably hibernating or trying to figure out whether acid, base or buffet can be eaten. Survivor of the fittest was the norm and finally they degrade into creatures that are obsessed with Phys and Pharm and sometimes Chemical biology or something like that.In the end, overstressed, they start to spam facebook again for fun and again and again. So dont be surprise if ur facebook account suddenly got 100+ notification. Charles Darwin would have been proud that his theory on devolution was correct.

Crisis in facebook season 2

To date, there has been 122 posts found in this spamming conference. Calsualties are probably all the same people in spam war 1. The only difference is it was because of a bra. A portion of commentators trying to blame another portion of commentators and voila, we have found a spam business. Since this business is on the bra, advertisement may be included in this issue. Even though these are hard economic times, this bra business grew to be quite profitable, with reaches from all over pharmacy nottinghma world. Even though this business only sell one type of bra, black and probably available in A to B cup(limited edition), it still manage to attract attention of all girls and guys of all size and shape. All of them are so interested that they bid their time and comments just for the sake of seeing this bra. Buyers beware, the source of the bra are still been debated to be either from SOIW or some maid or some creature that is capable of wearing such things. This bra is highly sought after by spammers so its price may increase substantially. So better invest in this spam business or be left out of the race. To buy or not to bra, black is fashionable anyway.

Tis was the season to spam.(this session was not intend to be lewd so if u have 2nd thought, please google instead. Thank u for ur cooperation)

Yakult Trip

March 14, 2009:

Ever wonder why people especially pharm students who are willing to spend 3 hrs of riding and 1.5 hours of lectures just to get a taste of this reowned drink? And what kind of drink make them so desperate just to get their hands on? It is Yakutl. Yup, the name says it all, it is YAKUTL. For your info, currently there is 30 billion bacteria who called themselves Shirro Strepto-Something Bacillus dwelling inside one tiny bottle of Yakutl. If you are not familiar, they are related to the BASIL-us family and if u got lucky, u may get to talk with one of them at campus. .......( this review wasn't finish due to author desire to sleep, so good luck in your friend stock and hope you gotten meaningful insight into such business) " 

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PVC, Poster and Pickle

Prologue...

"To do report or blog first, that a dilemma". Writing a post is just like writing a Dr Tin report, except that you can't make fun of anything in the report or you face the wrath of the lecturers. So and so after a brain raking afternoon of report, won't it be better to release stress writing fabricated nostalgia of the past week? This is my story......

PVC, Poster and Pickle

WARNING

They are the PVC...they are coming!

Description: A bunch of people who are fanatics in their obsession with balls. They tend to chase balls for no reason, risking life and limb just secure ball points for their squad. Most of them are just too stress out and may possess hostile intentions especially after lab. Brutality with the balls often observed and sometimes when the ball rolls towards you from somewhere, better take tail and run as they may charge towards you at any seconds now. The activities they play namely Volle, Ping, Bad, Pong, Capt and Squash seemed to sound really dangerous - perfect description of the sounds they made during games. Casualties reported seemed very serious with the fatal red colour exhibited on their faces - possibly cause by high blood pressure in games. Not for those of the faint of heart.

Even on the internet, we can find them...

In wikipedia.org, PVC  it is one of the most valuable products of the chemical industry( they are valuable ! ). ...............The PVC world market grew with an average rate of approximately 5% in the last years and will probably reach a volume of 40 million tons by the year 2016 ( and heavy too).

It can be made softer and more flexible by the addition of plasticizers, the most widely-used being phthalates. In this form, it is used in clothing and upholstery, and to make flexible hoses and tubing, flooring, to roofing membranes, and electrical cable insulation. It is also commonly used in figurines and in inflatable products such as waterbeds, pool toys or jump houses ( and even flexible).

So what can we do about it?

Currently, they just had their 2nd AGM and their members are observed too be increasing in numbers. Brainchild of SIOW and possibly EAN ( gahahah). Caution when near any members as they show deadly skill in the field of poison and physiology. Anyone found to offend them had most likely suffer from diarrhea, lying on the floor foaming, brainwashed, and even some form of mental retardation. Some are even skilled in Excel and facebook spamming, and the victim may suffer from computer crash and late assignments. If you are lucky, u might even find them stalking u either from facebook or midnight calls designed to make sure u wake up early for next day lectures.

Signs to beware: 

1. They suddenly add u on facebook

2. They ask u out to play sport at 5 pm on Friday

3. You are good at volley ball or basket ball or got squash racket(s)

4. You possess any kinds of balls

5. You know what is PVC

Conclusion? Stay away from them at any cost at any time any place or from the library. So u want to know wat is PVC? Actually it is Pharm Volvo Club. Now u know... you are DOOM........(evil laugh)

Poster Showcase

(this is a dedication so it is suppose to be not funny)

26 Feb (YEAR) - A day to remember......imprinting its footmarks in the page of history.

Day of tragedy and revelation. Since the dawn of the Renaissance, there wasn't a person that match the likes of Leonardo Da Vinci till now. So who is that person?

On that fateful day, masterpieces in the form of A3 papers were cruelly nailed on the board of inquisition. As the artists protested, they were driven to silence by the deadline of defending their own artwork till 3 o'clock. The inquisitors would until then interrogate one by one till they confess they din know anything about their artwork. Then the artist would be dragged to be guillotine. During the process, fellow artists watch in awe and horror as some of their work of art was sribbled to make way for investigations by the inquisitor. At the end, some were dragged away while many were left distraught by the destruction. The survivors sigh a sign of relief as they would be able to live another day, or so they thought.

Actually before hand, all of them were given papers of blue and yellow. Their tasks was simple; just write as much good things about ur own artwork in the blue paper and write as much bad stuff of five of their fellows mates artwork. The reason for this is simple; to learn from your own mistake. However unbeknownst to many of them though, to save themselves, they must condemn atleast five other artists. But the masterminds already work out that everyone would rated everyone elses pretty bad and in the end they all would be condemned. Now thats the real deal.

Finally, at around 5pm, all the remaining artists were recorded into a photo for memories as they will never see each other's artwork in reallife again. Their legacy forever lives inside the archives of the tagged facebook users. With their artistic life coming to an end, no more will there be such gathering in history with the inquisitors having the last laugh.

At the end of the day, WHO was that person who shook the art world?

That person is........still Leonardo Da Vinci. Too bad...

The two events above were based on a true story....

Pickle

In the end, i still think that report is more important than writing a third post. Adios..

" It make sense when it doesnt "

If any of the blog contents have made you feel insulted or think it is too stupid, i apologize first and foremost

Spam War- Facebook

SPAM WAR - Facebook

Breaking news from the web.......

SOMEWHERE IN FACEBOOK, 23 FEB, 8.16 pm. A great spam war has erupted between two pharmacy nottingahm in facebook. The calsualty was reported to be numbered at 67 posts and further comentators viewings are yet to be confirmed. An estimate 40+ facebooks user are especially affected by the constant inbox notification and are believe to be experiencing substantial lag and hang during the heat of the war.

The cause of the war has yet to be confirmed but sources say that it was due an infrigment of  copyright law that an anonymous facebook user illegally took the picture from another's profile and seek to tag to uninvolved facebook users. The annonymous user was known to the pulic only as " WINSTONG". If anyone has information of this person leading to the unmasking of the culprit's identity, please contact the necessary authority.

An immediate facebook user in the vicinity name SIAW ( identity hidden to protect person ) confess that after he saw the tag picture, he ran to the scene of the attack and predicted that a war will engulfed in a matter of cyber minutes. At the instance, he congratulate the WINSTONG and is believed to have colloborate with the perpetrator before the war.

During the onset, facebook user MISHEL try to defuse tension between the two opposing parties but to no avail. As the argument heated up, the spamming increased proportionally to the amount of comment stated. Innocent bystanders such as TIENL and VEEME was brought into the crossfire, leaving them daze and confuse at what the heck is goin on.

At 9.06 pm, the war was officially declared and some of the innocent bystander decide to take action.TIENL and SERAFINA tried to back down the war but their comments were overide by the streams of comments which come by 10 posts per minute. Finnaly, SERAFINA resorted to silence and TIENL went to shower. The whole scene lasted less than 10 posts.

Other report was that a Semenyih facebook user, SHIHO commented that his facebook was facng severe hang. This was believe to be cause by over commenting in facebook and limited university bandwidth which resulted in an effect called " HangBook Effect " theorised by someone's sudden idea. This effect was believe to be widespread and damaging as many parties reported drastic drop in speed and increase in jam.

Another spam witness name SULA told the reporter that his or her hotmail received 44 emails in less than 1 hour. This rate was a surprise considering humans dont write and send 44 emails in 1 hour. In an unconfirm report, another bystander KRAM reported that his yahoo received 69 mails during the whole event.

In addition, some commentators exclaimed their frustration of the stupidity of the war. Others commented that the war was a waste of time and too inboxing. Debates on whether is the war neccessary heighten and peaceful coexistence was proposed to end this war. Casualties reported were SHT,CY and NOV which were at the scene during that instance.

A pending question was " do we have to suffer? who is going to take the responsibility?" was on everyone's mind. Was peace just a wishful thinking?

At exactly 9.54pm, the WINSTONG pull out all his tags on everyone as the war comes to an end. Still feeling the aftermath of the tag and over-spamming, EAN accursed WINSTONG of being high on drugs. He proposed the treatment of over-the-facebook CPR? which one can logically assume to be able to treat such symptoms  (true or false or abstain). The observed symptoms were of mispelling 'ideas' to 'ideal ' , 'session' to 'section' and excessive usage of exclamation marks: "comment section stop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" which he use to end the spam session.

Finnaly at the end, VEEMA came to the scene as peace observers to keep an eye on the situation after suffering severe attack of the inbox. For affected facebook users, email specialist KY recommended an clearing of mailbox to prevent futher mailbox explosion.

In the wake of the aftermath, commentator CY wrote:

"this picture has created so much of news in our class..or should i say someone's action? ;p "

So it is the picture's fault or someone's action that is the cause, no one will know.

Concluding the spam incident, EAN threaten to chill anyone who would disrupt facebook peace ever again. And in the end, there was peace.

His speech were:

 Ean Soo at 12:07am February 24
" Alrite. Let's just hv peace from now onwards. I think Mark is tired of being made fun of and Winstong needs some mental rest. Just chill ok (censored name)? Sorry about this, on behalf of whoever started this racket. Cheers to you all. Period "

Bravo!

Like a famous quote: " Picture tells a thousand spams", and thus this will be one of the scar pharm nottingahm facebook users will not forget for the rest of their semester.

This is Wayfarer reporting live from cleanpants.blogspot.com

" It make sense when it doesnt "

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soME TOILET FActs

What i learn today:

soME TOILET FActs

You may ask, what's a toilet used for? Well of course for doing you private business everyday or once a week for some. But what's so interesting about it? Well here's a few list of toilet things i kinda remember and learn on the way back from dinner.

Which type of toilet got receipts? Kuching Public toilet

- You need to pay 20cent for entry( usual for malaysia toilet even though they are not really usable toilets) and then you go in and do you business. And in return for you contribution, they present you a 20cent receipt with an official malaysia municipal office imprint on it as a souvernier.

Where you enjoy the view of people peeing?

- In some ferry waiting area, lines of cars queuve while waiting till kingdom come for salvation from the ferry. Well, you know once in a while some little girl can't wait for the salvation and suddenly the side door of a quieing front car opens and a 11 year old girl came out. The girl just squat down in front of you (you are in the car) and then like watching a 3D realife TV or reality show, a pool of yellow water appear on the road below the squatting girl. And once the business is done, the girl disappear into the car in less than 2 seconds. Bravola, i should say.

Where can you enjoy view of people peeing (2) and doing business?

- Quess some you guys would have known that in some public place in China there exist some fabled structure called the open toilet. Those public tolets are without....yup....doors. So as any sadist might enjoy, one can see people doing business( even the big ones) real life with all the sight and smell and best of all freeee. Another plus is you can also enjoy the once-in-a-life-time experience of people's expressions when they go (you know)

Where is the only country(i think) where a vice prime minister will go to officially endorsed the opening of a toilet?

-Of course it is malaysia. It is written in the Malaysia Book of Records(i think) and probably will go down to the Guiness Book of Records. The story is some million dollar toilet was open somewhere in malaysia and it can provide all the comfort one needs for nature's call. Problem is (i heard) is that people need to pay a lot just to use the toilet and the toilet automatically opens its door after 15mins. So its kinda like if you 'bansai' too long, you need to just wear you trouser and exit when your time is up. A funny thing is how does one officially 'opens' a toilet? The only way i could think of is that one has to just pee and 'bansai' and that person just officially calls it a day.

That all the toilet stories i could think of. The end

" It make sense when it doesnt "

Picture of the Day

Intro - First Day

Today, like any other day, and like any other intro, start with this sentence. Aghhh, i havent finished my expt 4 report yet but then i m still gonna try my first ...or second time starting a blog. The first time i only place 2 words: under construction and wennt to forgot about it for 3 year before i started to have a bit more determination to start another. Hopely this blog doesnt last as long as my sudden piqued of interest after listening that everyone has one blog. So as to not lose to other people and at the same time hone my english and typing skills, i decided this once i must at least write something that resemble a paragraph or some boring diary people write every day. Quess i cant really continue to blag on as long as others and expect people to read it. Writing my mind to destress a bit after a day's upheaveal isnt as hard as it look unless you are lazy. O well, better make it short and start doing my project...

under construction

under construction