Monthly Archives: January 2003


I was frustated and very bothered when I did this. All live, no racking-through-words-to-rhyme. I was lazy to bother with syllables as well.

Had you no choice? Had you no voice?
A fence separates where tension escalates
Your balance tires on the barb wires
Quickly! Pick a side! You don’t know why inside
You can’t share the opinion of the opposition
Go on, revolt! You have no salt
So begins the assault with the movement of fault
You support your friends, there’s no ‘depends’
From strong bonds you sap and rise in step
It soon becomes mockery of true anarchy
Free thought has no charge because we get it in small regular and large

A Foursome Update

1) Public Transport

Due to my haphazard sleep-deprived state, public transport took me for a ride on the 25th of January 2003.

The bus: I woke up late and missed the company bus from the Asia Jaya bus stop.
The PUTRA LRT: Fine, there was a PUTRA LRT station 5 minutes away. I took it to Ampang Park station to have my breakfast but overslept and overshot. Nevermind, I had an unlimited pass. After eating my breakfast I bought a newspaper to break change for the taxi later. I took the PUTRA LRT to get off at Masjid Jamek to get on the STAR LRT.
The STAR LRT: The digital signboard above said that the next train was to Ampang (I was supposed to take the one after it to Sri Petaling). I opened my newspaper and read it, while adjusting my FM radio. A train came and I hopped in. Note that I didn’t say “the train” but “a train”! I was 3 stations on the wrong route before I noticed! Well then, turn back and I was on the right train.
The taxi: I’d have to take a taxi from the Bukit Jalil station to the office. (I needed change, that’s why I bought the paper!) Fortunately the 10:30am company shuttle van came by and was free. Yay!

Next up I was supposed to go to this seminar in Taman Tun Dr. Ismail, so a colleague and I took a taxi from the office straight to HELP Institute, eyeful central… I miss urban female faces very much. It reminded me very much of secondary school. Plus when I ate lunch with Paul with his friends at McDonalds they spoke English! In my college they’d speak Cantonese and would be unable to afford McD’s. 🙁

The Intrakota 21A: It was either this or the Intrakota 21C. I waited 20 minutes and hopped on. Woe be that some gear connection broke and the bus stopped in the middle of nowhere! (Well actually it was a major junction but not near any place.) We got off and waited. The 21C came soon enough, and the crowd swarmed in. Only half of the crowd could before the bus sped off, leaving yours truly baking waiting for the next 21A. Upon which reaching the area I walked to the place, and my reliable legs did not disappoint me at all. 🙂

2) Passed barely… again.

I passed my subjects again, getting a B for PL/SQL and C for everything else. (Read: Computer Architecture and Data Modelling.) I’m just happy I didn’t fail. Not that I wouldn’t be able to handle it; when accessing the results site it couldn’t load for many times. I was expecting to fail anyway.

3) Linkage! Another personal webpage!

Hi Uneeq! This was in case you found my trace through your web tracking system! 😛 I’ve rearranged and added a link in my About Me! page. Usually I go through my links every time I get online and Shift-click (open in new window) each link.

4) “My nose points upwards.”

It’s one thing to be picky about who your friends are, and another to pick friends based on a certain level of intellect. I didn’t mix with gangsters even though I very easily could have. However, I don’t find it a major bummer to talk to someone whose English is simple (though I bet they struggle to figure out what I’m saying!) Notice how you laugh differently with different people? Well, humans are adaptive enough to break free of their comfortable cliques.

Goodnight people, or else tomorrow I’ll be headbanging as I sleep in the van.

Play Safe


Low vasculation needs consultation
Lack of excitement means all are dormant
Diamond prescription or manual suction
Makes those innocent stand in agreement
While waiting to fill one tastes the lacteal
Two lips for the love below, not above
A zesty tonsil is touched upon will
Could a stretchy glove tingle every nerve?
An upstream rough patch is a sniff and scratch
Three letters stated make you infected
Carriers will dispatch their goods in a stretch
If pain is spilt blood, disaster’s a flood
Let the pinkish flare as passengers stare
Is a hollow pear for many to share?

The 13 Day Sonnet

13 days bring upon me irony
13 days was what my mother gave me
13 days late and I would be early
13 days of missed youth makes one envy
13 days that I’d call myself lucky
13 days or dead men I would study
13 days skipped scrolls not in History
13 days or learn terminology
13 days saved me some books to carry
13 days adds my hunch being more heavy
13 days spares white cells from expiry
13 days to end but I’ve no worry
13 days left in 1983
13 days or school would feed poetry

Probably Not You

Double yourself now to speak ghetto, wow
You claim heritage to the champions’ stage
Blasting in your flow cloning on the go
But allies engage in such self-damage
Assumed innocent in your old convent
Bring on a campaign that is just profane
How’d we circumvent this predicament?
While still being humane without getting slain?
What’s with your missives? Peppered expletives?
Speak genitalia, no better idea?
From your front waste leaves, please use laxatives
Calm down your magma, form tropicana
Please flip the left switch so we won’t twitch
Small Romans will hitch with yours truly’s pitch

I’ll Be Coming Home Next Year

Hey all. Happy new year to you too.

I went to the sweat jump-fest that was Rock The World 3. While it was set to end last year, it didn’t, and resulted in a blur-looking Emmett of grunge-rockers Butterfingers looking at the fireworks nearby, with that Oh expression, wishing “Happy New Year!” That was funny. 🙂

Now the interesting part was getting home; I was ready to duke it out in the puke-friendly streets of Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia’s blooming capital’s city. Love Me Butch ended the roaring set just a few minutes past 1. However, had the show started on time (3 pm instead of 4:30 pm) it would not have spanned 2 years.

I walked with my to-be-unnamed fellow gig-goer down to KLCC to see crowds of lost-looking tired people of all ages. I thought only the young would go out and party! The two stairway entrances to the LRT station (a fast subway train system) were blocked by chains to an angry mob while KLCC was already closed.

Figuring that I would be unable to get to an LRT station otherwise, I called my mom who was adamant on giving me a lift to pick me up at say, KL Central. Since it was a train depot among other things, it would be open 24 hours a day and would be a safe place to wait.

My friend and I walked to the next stop, Ampang Park. Fortunately it was open and it wasn’t full. The line wasn’t that long though I didn’t queue up since I had a Touch and Go debit card.

As we walked down, we saw a bunch of angry-looking rockers banging the glass doors and booing the train as it whizzed off. I figured maybe they couldn’t get on the same train as their buddies? Soon my friend’s train came and we bid farewell.

The next train came, and it was empty! The crowd cheered! I haven’t seen a train ever been cheered for. Even more amusing was when the train whizzed past them, to more booing! In the background I noted an officer telling someone that the last train was at 2:30am only for that day. Take note of that kiddies!

Again, another empty train came, to more cheering. It was 2:10am. It stopped, and we rushed in the train. We cheered and clapped! I positioned myself near the door, against the wall, to make sure I wouldn’t be cramped in the next stop, the feared KLCC one. Oh and how my suspicions were right – KLCC was packed! The olfactorily-displeasing odors of sweaty moshers didn’t help, either. I got off at KL Sentral and went home. 🙂

Now for some updates to my About Me! page! Rocket Queen has a new URL while Thatfreak is back in his own domain.