Monthly Archives: November 2004

I Queue

Albert's 135 IQ score

Click on the image to take the test. Don’t steal my GIF file mmkay.

It’s a bit different from the real thing I took a while back; while it is Advanced Progressive Matrices, this one has patterns that don’t just go by row and column. The real thing also only has 5 answers while this has 8. The passing mark here is 148, not 130. The deviation may also differ from the Malaysian one. I can’t remember my Add Maths (A2 was a fluke I swear!)

To some of you, I am not the smartest, and I admit that. Or maybe the great formulas have already been invented.

The site also says that the Intelligence Quotient is 100 X Mental Age / Physical Age. Since the site doesn’t ask for your age, I assume it does not take into account my youth. Therefore, my mental age is 135 X 21 / 100 = 28.35!

In The Road

One day when I am old and rich, I shall buy a road. Yes, a tar-coated road. Where my grandchildren can run and play in the middle of the road. If anyone asks if it’s their grandfather’s road, they’d say yes.

In The Club

So there I was, bumming around KLCC, waiting for my friend to call, as I had invites for the MTV Asia Awards 2005 nomination party at 7:30pm, Zouk.

She called at 8:30pm, just as I settled into an Osim iSqueez chair in Isetan. I walked out Mandarin Oriental side, turning left. It wasn’t till I saw *Orange that I realized that I was seriously off track. I ended up in Ampang Park, taking the LRT to Dang Wangi and walking past Saloma to Zouk.

By then it was 9pm, and a queue had formed; the table where one would present invites was closed. I bumped into the guy from Sony who gave me the accursed double pass; he couldn’t get me in. I called somebody who worked in another club; she came out of Zouk and couldn’t get me in either.

Fortunately, the winner (that’s a direct pun for those who know) came out and snuck me in. Two other guys were told that it was closed already, and they reached into their wallets. I kept quiet and got stamped. That was majorly cool.

Apparently the winner danced on stage, did the worm, and she won a trip to Bangkok to watch the MTV Asia Awards 2005! Of course, it was a single ticket; the other ticket would go to the guy who won with her. Yes, a complete stranger.

Sure, I missed all that, getting lost and all, but imagine if I didn’t… if I came on time, or if anything else was different, she might not have gotten the chance to get on stage and show her stuff!

Laggy Sagi

You are 80% Sagittarius

I don’t believe in astrology, but I am convinced that there is a certain individualistic, independent, free-spirited wackiness in Sagittarians. However, I do know of one Sagittarian who is so normal, so boring… The only thing that matches is that she is happy-go-lucky.

She must be lying about her birthdate. “Oh I know some cool people who are Sagittarians… I shall tell people I am one. If they check my identity card, I’ll say I was misled, complete with my blurrest expression!

December 19th (hint hint) is Sagittarian season, right?

Happy And Gay

Be happy for me, heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, asexual and robosexual people! For once, a random stranger from Friendster who tried to add me… was gay. Yeah, like homosexual gay. Okay so he doesn’t say so, but females with gay friends have confirmed his gayness. Now, I can proclaim myself ‘jambu‘. Haha.

I have nothing (much) against gays. I say yay when my good-looking friend comes out of the closet. One less competitor, I say!

However, I think big-framed, strong-jawboned crossdressers are ugly. Their friends pull it off, but I don’t want them to pull anything off!

For the record, I am straight and I didn’t approve him because I didn’t want my account to be filled up by male strangers who think I’m good-looking. I would rather have intellectual female strangers who think I’m good-looking, especially ones with hot pictures.

So why does my name on Friendster have a ‘HUNGRY‘ attached behind it? I am parodying those camwh0res and camwh0re-adders who have accounts like Jessica-One-FULL and Jessica-Two-FULL.

Live Performances

Last Saturday

It was the HELP Battle Of The Bands. It was a while back, so pardon my bad recollection. I waited at Bangsar PUTRA LRT for the bus to Pusat Bandar Damansara. Apparently, so was this other girl, as I ran out to the main road to see if that Triton bus was the right one. She ran out too. The correct bus came, and we both got on. She received a phone call and went, “What? It started already?” I got off when she did, and we both ran about, lost. I wanted to ask if she knew where it was, but she was on the phone, trying to get directions. We found Block E after a while.

Pretty, pretty lights. Too bad the sound wasn’t anywhere as good.

Few bands knew how to sound good; this 3rd place winner sang in tune.

Married To Guns was fun to watch, with the vocalist/guitarist doing his dancy The Darkness – I Believe In A Thing Called Love cover as well as Survivor – Eye Of The Tiger. They even ended with the solo bit of Metallica – Nothing Else Matters!

Alda of Cosmic Funk Express looked superbly funky that night.

We then went to Hartamas Square, where we had free beer on the winners, Cosmic Funk Express.


Shaz, JJM and I were supposed to break fast at Kelana Jaya, where Shaz would pick up his ride. Problem was, his ride wasn’t ready for him to shoot off to Cyberjaya to hand in his assignment, and so JJM became chaffeur. He introduced me to the mechanic, and I was to collect his Mercedes Benz when it was done.

I didn’t want to sit around Syed’s any longer, being bloated, so I called Dustyhawk, knowing he lived nearby. I got instructions to his house, and called again.

Dude! Is your road SS5A/18?
No it’s not, you ASS. You overshot, you ASS. ‘FOO.

I turned around and spotted him waiting outside his road, where he continued with his verbal assault.

It wasn’t till I got in that his momma showed him who was boss. She was.

She continuously expressed her love and concern (“aiyo I tell you this Lionel useless host one!“). I shall not go into details, but his room is sparkling clean for a guy. I got online on Lionel’s monitor (which read AS5S hence his continuous tribute to it). Shaz called, asking me to get back there to wait for the car with Maman. Lionel’s mom made him drive me there.

When we got there, Maman was there, and he lit a cigarette. Lionel borrowed one, as well as the lighter. We got the drift that his mom didn’t know that her son was smoking.

Shaz and JJM returned a bit too soon, so I didn’t get to test his new seats. Lionel, Shaz and I sat at Syed’s again, thinking of the original plan – to go watch Latte at 8 at Sunway Pyramid’s Starbucks at midnight. We went to visit Lionel’s mom again to get her permission.

I hope she doesn’t give me more bags of starfruits, man.” – Shaz

She went on about his underwear and how angry she was walking from Pudu STAR LRT station to Bintang Walk due to her son’s misdirection. She went all out to humiliate Lionel in the most funny way possible.

Aunty, can we take your son to see Latte at 8 at midnight at Sunway Pyramid?
Sure, can! As long as he doesn’t hisap rokok then can.

I laughed my loudest then.

We went, and got major prime position seats. It wasn’t too close to the stage, and yet, we could see everything.

Close up.

Adam Carruthers and Marion Caunter of 8TV Quickie with some girl who should’ve won the Nokia 3200 at the HELP Battle Of The Bands. Yes, this was the first time I’d ever seen Marion after hearing so much about her cuteness.

Zahid of Disagree sports a new glittery Gibson Les Paul, with Hamka on percussion

In one of the secret tunnels out, we found the Bus Channel (Lionel poses)

Oh, and I was at a guitar shop in Sunway Pyramid. There was a guy testing a guitar and I was happy for once, because usually when someone tests a guitar, they probably know what to play. He was just playing very sloppily, very average – like me. 🙂

P.S. Welcome Evening Drama to the links in my About Me! page.


This post is dedicated to YK and Tech, and to my Transformer-collecting, Transformer-modelling past.

Reunited at last, in the Transformers Energon series (remember them in the Transformers movie?)

Yes, so I was feeling impulsive and bought the Powerlinx Rodimus. He was worth it because he could merge with other Powerlinx series Transformers. What a coincidence, then, that he would complete Arcee (were Transformers couples? Watch the movie!) I bought Arcee a while back because Patrick said it was a collector’s item.

Yep, this would make the second Transformer I’d ever bought with my own money. When you’re earning, you tend to think, “Should I buy this cool toy, or should I buy a DVD writer to backup my stuff?


Analog South says: which disco do i go to, if i haven’t disco-vered it?
disco-very: YOUR DISCO NEEDS YOU says: Zouk’s having a 70s disco fever party tonight
Analog South says: what if my disco-graphy says my disco has been disco-ntinued?
disco-very: YOUR DISCO NEEDS YOU says: then i pity you
Analog South says: ah, expensive place, i need a disco-unt
Analog South says: many have expressed disco-ntent in disco-urses over that disco

Joey Eat Tyre

Hey you know since like you’re really wise and all would you mind helping your friend out? I need some advice…

How could I say nay to a damsel in distress? I assumed the role of final affirmer. “Yes! Send the message confessing how much you still feel for him and talk to your ex again after 5 months!

Then the conversation strayed to me finding out that she liked me for like 3 months when we first knew each other. Whoa what a coincidence, I admitted. Damn. All this while, I thought she was just a very, very conversational person with loads of credit! Damn I was oblivious.

The guy replied. It was mutual. Somebody got her happy ending.

Then there’s another ironic thing in life. When I hung out with my crush (and in her group of friends, there is a guy who she likes and likes her as well), the guy will be very, very friendly with me, even on the first time meeting. One of them asked for my phone number and couldn’t stop talking to me. Another guy asked for my phone number and gave me my first lapdance!

And hell, I found out both were mutual… a bit too late.

On a side note, some girl I have no crush on whatsoever said, “Hey you know when I first met you, I really really hated you. I don’t know why.

I asked this relatively angsty person, “Hey! If I rarely see you sober, how come you’ve never been frank with me?