Some random life experiences of TTS 2

It is not always to leave a heating frying pan unattended with no one else at home and go lie on the bed.

This what i did, with the logic in mind that insomic people won't fall asleep so easily. Anyway, it was truly a smoking experience as I end up almost burning down the house if isn't for my nose's smoke detection mechanism. Luckily i woke up in time and end up cleaning burnt charcoal from my frying pan which originally was green beans not too long in the past. A good thing though i was alone or else my housemate wouldn't mind giving a piece of her mind upon smelling the burnt sensation that still lingers in the air.

So anyway i washed my frying pan, clear away the concrete evidences and flip on the kitchen fan to dissipate the smell of my failed experiment. And i guess i need manage to survive another day, thank God and able to tell it as a dinner time story for all those who might not want to have such as experience.

I guess other than the people living with me, the bird next door or should i say next window might face the potential hazard i might create. Not too long ago, the bird, i think a fellow Sarawakian Nest Weaver create a intrigued jug like shape nest literaly on the TV attenae wire hanging from the roof. I guess that is another use for our never-on-TV. It seems like i am living with nature as my house seems to attract all kinds of critters and mammals. I guess i felt sorry for Green Peace as they are always chasing after nature, not the other way around.

Throughout my one-room-stand of my TTS 2 house, i have met, interacted and chased out countless cats, dogs, spiders, cockcroaches, squirrels, birds, roadrunners, snails and etc. Rats are those you can only see their shadow but not their tails. On cats, you have to be ready to swing your window stealthily so you can flung the cat sitting at your window sill as far as possible, better still to the other house next door. I guess that is how the urban myth of cats having 9 lives came from since no matter how you flung them, they still appear friendlier a few days later.

On rainy days, beware of puppies and kittens that might follow to your doorstep and meow meow here, woof woof there so you will be tempted not to close the door. The frequency of facing a black cat is almost 50% and on alternate days they might try to smuggle into your room to do fishy things. I guess a degree in urban biology epidemiology on TTS is not too far away if i can tell the males and female cats apart.

Now i m testing a theory on the viability of how long an idea can be maintain after passing from a number of people. The idea is of a game called mafia 2 and the experiment has alredy be going on for almost 2 weeks. The method is that i teach a group of people how to play mafia 2 and see how widespread the idea will be pass. Actually it feels kinda like an achievement and somewhat amusing seeing some random people teaching me how to play mafia 2, and using almost the exact words i was using to teach the 1st group of people. Anyway i found this by chance only but it still feels like leaving a legacy behind.

So in conclusion i m just writing this for fun without any topic in mind. I guess a bored mind is indeed the devil's workshop. For good or for bad, sometimes a boring course like pharmacy can help motivate people to do ingenious stuffs.




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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.





" No sense, common sense or doesn't make sense"
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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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If any of the blog contents have made you feel insulted or think it is too stupid, i apologize first and foremost

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.



 
" 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

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

" 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

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

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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