So reports The Star. According to them, "...at present, content providers were suspended temporarily for sending SMS or short codes considered offensive, indecent slanderous or false."
And that was before. Maybe now every message that we type-swear in will be rejected. =O So much for SMSes being reverse psychology, though that might not be very accurate, since my understanding is where people get de-stressed. And studies have proven that swearing does help reduce stress.
Gaaaaaaaaaah. De-stressin. Message rejected.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Do not judge food by its price.
My mum took my family to Ms. Read for their english afternoon tea special. All in all, it was okay. I think we got the eating order wrong. We ate it from top to bottom, not the other way around, which its supposed to be =p In case you don't know what I'm talking about, the food is served in three plates, stacked up on a mini metal tower thing for plates. Uh-huh.
The bottomest plate was interesting. Some tasty thing with with duck's something in it. Nice, a little crunchy and the familliar texture of meat hidden inside. Then some sandwhiches with a little caviar, i think. Looked like caviar. Second plate gave me a headache. Because of the scones- thick biscuit-bread which you somehow slice open and put the jam. Too thick. taste buttery. Headache!
They gave some other biscuits too and chocalate truffles-hand rolled, apparently-plus chocalate dip. Them truffles were nice. My sister thought the cocoa powder was overly bitter. Nonsense, They were wonderful. Pure chocolate dough!
The last plate was a cake of your choice. We chose the Mango one. There's a bit of yoghurty feel about it when it goes into your mouth. Its sweet, but like mixed with a bit of bitter. Hard to put a finger on. Thick, though.
Sorry, no pictueres. i don't have a camera, and my phone died on me again.
The bottomest plate was interesting. Some tasty thing with with duck's something in it. Nice, a little crunchy and the familliar texture of meat hidden inside. Then some sandwhiches with a little caviar, i think. Looked like caviar. Second plate gave me a headache. Because of the scones- thick biscuit-bread which you somehow slice open and put the jam. Too thick. taste buttery. Headache!
They gave some other biscuits too and chocalate truffles-hand rolled, apparently-plus chocalate dip. Them truffles were nice. My sister thought the cocoa powder was overly bitter. Nonsense, They were wonderful. Pure chocolate dough!
The last plate was a cake of your choice. We chose the Mango one. There's a bit of yoghurty feel about it when it goes into your mouth. Its sweet, but like mixed with a bit of bitter. Hard to put a finger on. Thick, though.
Sorry, no pictueres. i don't have a camera, and my phone died on me again.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Alley Oop FAIL
Alley Oop (en. wikipedia): An offensive play in which one player throws the ball near the basket to a teammate who jumps, catches the ball in mid air and immediately scores a basket, usually with a slam dunk. The alley-oop combines elements of teamwork, pinpoint passing, timing, and dunking.
In this mornig's badminton/basketball, we tried the alley oop.
CHECKLIST
teamwork- free practice, so doesn't count.
pinpoint passing- whad?
timing- not bad, but half fail :D
dunking- FAIL x100,000
Haha, that didn't go so well. Fun though, when you try it yourself. Throw ball, ball bounces back, catch ball, throw ball in mid air.
My badminton racket on the other hand, felt supremely light after so long of not handling it. Like a breath of fresh air. Somewhat literally too.
In this mornig's badminton/basketball, we tried the alley oop.
CHECKLIST
teamwork- free practice, so doesn't count.
pinpoint passing- whad?
timing- not bad, but half fail :D
dunking- FAIL x100,000
Haha, that didn't go so well. Fun though, when you try it yourself. Throw ball, ball bounces back, catch ball, throw ball in mid air.
My badminton racket on the other hand, felt supremely light after so long of not handling it. Like a breath of fresh air. Somewhat literally too.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
The drop of lead
You'd say its quite wasting. Close to a hundred bullets emptied into a limosine just to make it explode. Of course, I'm just talking about a game, more specifically, GTA4. Yes, I hear your groans. Whats the fun in shooting people and driving like a maniac. Actually, half maniac. Full maniac mode is Burnout Paradise.
Still, it was a mission to stop a convoy of the target. I had used some car that looked like an audi to pump the aforementioned 100 bullets into the limo, exploding the target together with it =D!
I smashed into a barricade of police while shooting backwards, then out-manouvred them. Suddenly the front and rear tires on the left popped. Ran to get the nearest car, which unfortunately was an MPV. I drove it off a bridge.
The burning wreck is the MPV. Looks like the other car caught fire too... By the way, don't worry about me. I'm on the bike! Click to enlarge. Its a really big picture.
Still, it was a mission to stop a convoy of the target. I had used some car that looked like an audi to pump the aforementioned 100 bullets into the limo, exploding the target together with it =D!
I smashed into a barricade of police while shooting backwards, then out-manouvred them. Suddenly the front and rear tires on the left popped. Ran to get the nearest car, which unfortunately was an MPV. I drove it off a bridge.
The burning wreck is the MPV. Looks like the other car caught fire too... By the way, don't worry about me. I'm on the bike! Click to enlarge. Its a really big picture.
Monday, March 15, 2010
RANDOM.
Come to think of it, Power Rangers are in a way like indians. They shake their heads excessively while talking.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
//RESTART
Light bulbs flicker. Switches blinked on and off.The familiar chatter of turning cogs resonates again through the passageway.
The Blog is alive!
It has been a long time, way too long.
After getting a boost of energy through a long lunch at Dragon-i I finally had the enthusiasm to sit down and start typing, following my recent abuse of the WSAD keys on the keyboard. Exams had just ended, and while sejarah had dampened the mood a little it didn't do much damage, IMO. What's done is done anyway, people.
I'm still musing about what to do during this one week of rest. My number one rule is not to stare at the computer screen. Or any screen at all. I rather feel like cycling all the way from BU to wherever. Except, it wouldn't be good if I got lost. And possibly end up of the wrong side of the border. But then again, it would become a road trip, wouldn't it? And take a year. I feel like going island hopping around malaysia, with Tioman, Pangkor and such. Plus Sarawak. Damn.
Funny thing at lunch today: My 3 year old cousin, who's hooked on Ultraman, saw this box of figurines in a shop. Naturally, he wanted it. But his granfather, who usually buys him stuff, is not around, so he asked my father: "Ni you qian ma? (Do you have money?)" My father said no. Little boy continued for a few more times. then gave up and came to me and asked me: "Ni you qian ma?" instead. LOL XD Damn outspoken.
Zhichung is now a:
The Blog is alive!
It has been a long time, way too long.
After getting a boost of energy through a long lunch at Dragon-i I finally had the enthusiasm to sit down and start typing, following my recent abuse of the WSAD keys on the keyboard. Exams had just ended, and while sejarah had dampened the mood a little it didn't do much damage, IMO. What's done is done anyway, people.
I'm still musing about what to do during this one week of rest. My number one rule is not to stare at the computer screen. Or any screen at all. I rather feel like cycling all the way from BU to wherever. Except, it wouldn't be good if I got lost. And possibly end up of the wrong side of the border. But then again, it would become a road trip, wouldn't it? And take a year. I feel like going island hopping around malaysia, with Tioman, Pangkor and such. Plus Sarawak. Damn.
Funny thing at lunch today: My 3 year old cousin, who's hooked on Ultraman, saw this box of figurines in a shop. Naturally, he wanted it. But his granfather, who usually buys him stuff, is not around, so he asked my father: "Ni you qian ma? (Do you have money?)" My father said no. Little boy continued for a few more times. then gave up and came to me and asked me: "Ni you qian ma?" instead. LOL XD Damn outspoken.
Zhichung is now a:
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