How bout a shave?

Yesterday, because my COD game was cancelled, I decided to have a haircut. Since people from so many different parties, which includes a lot of mums, are not fond with my eccentric hairstyle. I had to agree that it was ugly. Plus, it was interrupting my basketball game where I have to “Beiber Hair Flip” everytime I want to shoot the ball.

So I forced my friend, Philo to come along with me and went to the saloon.

Barber : Cut it short?

Me : Nah. Just make me look a little less like ‘orang gila’ in public and hopefully keep the mums from complaining so much about my hairstyle.

Barber : So just a layer?

Me : Yes. Oh. Please keep it long. I still want to tie my hair.

So it took her less than 10 minutes to cut my hair and the barber admired my natural curl, although it was just a compliment to ensure my return to that place in the near future. And of course, I like being fed with compliments, so I ignored the fact that it was a business strategy. We need the love too, right?

Anyway, once she was done. I stood up, looked myself in the mirror and said,

“Shit. There’s not much of a different and this is gonna cost me 12 bucks. Oh, what the hell. At least I can still do the Beiber Flip.”

I went home. And it took me an hour to convince my family members that I did go the saloon.

Maybe I should reconsider

I watched a video of a blogger being interviewed last week in Big Think. And the blogger mentioned that if you are aspiring to be an established blogger, you need to blog at least twice a day. Two posts in a day.

At first I thought it was very absurd to blog twice a day. What is there to blog about twice a day? Is the toilet paper in your cubicle on the left or on the right? Or do you wipe your backside with your left hand or right hand?

But then, I realised that there is some reasoning in his comment about this. He said anything less than two posts a day means you are merely just managing a website.

There is truth in there. Think about it.

The First Sip of Beerrrr

Remember when you tried to lick your elbow? Don't worry, it ain't embarrassing. I try all the time. Now that is a lie.

That is nothing nearly related with the headlines.

Remember when you took your first sip of beer? It could have been when you were about 14 or 15. Yes, your parents didn't have a clue didn't they? If they did find out, you suck at covering up the evidence.

Mine was last year, during the Christmas Season. Yes, I was exited like a little child would be on Christmas' Eve waiting for Santa Claus to deliver the goods.

It was a little bitter(as how it should really taste), but then..... WoW. It was awesome! That chilling refreshing taste was all I needed to help me sing Yellow by Coldplay. The song I practiced for weeks, and still couldn't get that right pitch. But the beer did the trick. Remember when I said the first sentence had nothing to do with this, I lied. This is the hour I tried to lick my elbow once more.

Here's a story on how wonderful beer can be.

While waiting for the coffee shop t open, my brother,a few of his friends and myself sat somewhere nearby the coffee shop observing a drunkard who was, well, drunk as nothing I can describe. He sat their, on a log, barely holding his balance, leaning on a well unbalanced table, with a can if beer in his hand, embarrassing himself by answering someone. No idea who, no one was there talking with him.

I think he having a good time, knocking out a few times, dropped his well-earned beer, try to get a smoke but utter failure. He look joyous as can be. Here's a rough sketch on how he looked like.Good looking right?

icedguitar......unexpected ending

Cute Little Animals

Do you have a smelly cat, dog or a Tyrannosaurus-Rex at home? Do they bug the crap out of you? Don't worry, you are not alone. Anytime now, the litter box or the backyard will have that smell. You know that smell, the smell that keeps you wondering why did you sign up for pet anyway.

I have a Rex at home, but that's not on the case now. See, there's my pet cat named after the famous Rambo, lastly named by the typical Chinese name, Tan. That's right, Rambo Tan. Don't ask me why, but it had nothing to do with me.

Even now I smell that smell that still keeps me wondering, why did my brother's fiance sign for a cat? I don't mind having a cat at home, it keeps me company, but hey? Come on, don't we have better things to do than changing the litter, preventing from Rambo getting "mated" or washing our pets? Easy question, yes.

Okey, I love animals, but I don't really like keeping them as a pet. Some people like to do that, like my brother's fiance. Do a better job Elaine. Yes, some, not all, but some. Rambo is a big pain in the, yes you guessed it, arsenal.

Rambo my cat, if you're reading this, please do one thing only. Know your freaking name! Whenever you call Rambo when he is eating, what does he do? That's right, he doesn't give a damn. Carry him and shout his name, focus very hard on the passing traffic. Sigh

I think that's all I have to say about Rambo Tan. Selamat Hari Gawai, Rambo.

Oh, and Rambo Tan is a female.

icedguitar, rice wine.

Thoughts Before Laughter

Gawai Dayak is just around the corner and people are gearing and packing up what they need to go back to their kampungs to join their relatives in this joyous occasions.

Surely, most of you know about the pre-Gawai celebration going on inside and outside longhouses, where the drinking session has already begun to welcome a blissful day.

Yesterday, a couple of my friends, along with my brother and myself decided to go to a nearby coffee shop to grab something to eat. When we arrived there at a quarter after 6 in the evening, the place was closed, sealed shut, when it was suppose to open at 5 p.m. Malaysian standard timing don't you say?

Anyway, we decided to wait there till it opens, figuring it was soon. Cause it gets into my nerves if I have gotten into my car, drove away, and just when I'm far enough to not turn back, my rear-view mirror will show that the shop just opened. So we waited, and sat there not far from we are, was a man -maybe in his late 40's- , holding a can of beer and he was drunk as hell.

Couldn't keep his balance even while sitting, spilt his beer a couple of times, shouting and mumbling, spitting everywhere at his free will, scaring innocent passerby, shouting of some really funny secrets and potentially putting himself in the spotlight of embarrassing moments. These are all typical acts by a drunk person. It is funny and we laugh about it, while we insult that man, making jokes on our own and how humourous it is to see a grown man making fun of himself without he realising it.

But think about it, what if he was someone you cared?

ballerexx

Gawai Holidays for Students

Now that the Harvest Season has begun, we expect fun just around the corner. Sure it's a good holiday for the upper secondary students, but not us lower primates. After this "holiday", the first Friday is our Mid-Year examinations. Yes, right after holidays.

Most students think it's a stupid idea of having examinations after the holidays, I totally agree. It's hard for most students to focus on studies while your brother is on the laptop next to you playing Facebook's Games like Ninja Saga or Mafia Wars (I'm just saying, I don't play Facebook games). But seriously, we need to focus well in our studies, exams or no exams. The grades from my last examinations weren't that pretty, and that didn't end well.

Fun is the main course this holiday. Studies won't be the only thing we are ordered to do, we have the usual holiday homework. Whenever a holiday more than a week is coming, teacher's don't hold back to give as many as possible homeworks to their students. Maybe some students like doing homework, like I said, SOME.

Even though it's as hard as it seems, we students must study for examinations. We will never regret getting our PHD or winning the nobel prize for the person with ultimate physics. All I'm saying is we just can't neglect our studies, in fact, we must embrace the fact that studying can change a person's life.

Happy celebrating the Harvest Season from icedguitar.

Indicators Drivers!

I hate it very, very much when you’re standing next to a T-junction and about to cross the road. Driver’s just don’t care about turning on their indicators.

Just this afternoon, I was waiting for the traffic to slow down to cross the road to enter my school. Not only one but two drivers went in to the junction without turning on their indicators. That made me very pissed since I had to wait for another few minutes before I could get another chance to cross the road. I heard a girl said “butoh benar eh sik pandai guna signal”. I was just about to say the same thing.

Basically, I’m not the only one is totally against this. My brother would even scream to “try” to make the driver scared when such a thing occurred. My brother once asked me “Why are driver’s lazy to use indicators?”. I couldn’t answer such a question as it is such an easy thing to do. I mean you wouldn’t lose a kilo just by flicking a switch. I thought of a answer and came up with this, no idea.

I’m just saying, if you’re a driver and just realized that your doing the same thing, please try to switch on your indicators when turning, it saves other people’s time, safety and anger.

icedguitar