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    New Year Resolutions
    Bitched on: Friday, December 30, 2005
    Time: 12/30/2005 10:32:00 PM

    Notice: For once, I will go out of character and not bitch in this post (not so much)...

    2006 will be a special year for me.

    I will ORD (goodbye SAF, hello CV World) on March 16th and I'll start my tertiary studies in August. Furthermore, I will turn 21 on 11 September (so old...so adult...woohoo R(21).) Its a huge step (more like a jump to me...) I am so nervous facing these changes, these challenges ahead... So I have come up with a list of things I will want to do or hope to achieve this 2006.

    This will be my New Year's resolutions for year 2006...

    • ORD without any glitches i.e. no extras before D-Day, fingers crossed.
    • Use lesser vulgarities (should be more civilised now...dammit)
    • Decide without regret which course I want to go in Uni (even decide which university to go to - NUS or NTU??).....I'm so fickle-minded (my friends are so not surprised)
    • Have a healthy body (I've been going gym like often now) and complexion (thanks to the dermatologist and proper diet), so metrosexual rite? I scare myself....
    • have long long hair (flowing~~~....rite....)
    • have a job before I start Uni (any lobangs anyone?)
    • revise on my 'A' levels subjects again (err.. differentiation, blood circulation, probability, periodic table, transpiration, reactive metals, er... my English?)
    • buy a completely new wardrobe (Uni no more unforms leh...)
    • contradictory to above, I need to save money for my uni course (only God knows which course)
    • have my driving license before I start school (I just applied for my BT today, 30/12/05, still a long way, I know.)
    • have a girlfriend (to stop rumours and teasing that I bat for the other side... sheesh..... I know I have been single for a long time.... a LONG time...too long...)
    • lose my virginity (haha.. Kidding. Lost that along time ago.... rite......LOL)
    • start being nicer to strangers starting with my one-night-stands (OK, this is pushing it too far... LOL), seriously, I should smile more often to other people. Be more pleasant and friendly. Make more friends. Why stop with people...
    • I'll be kinder to animals. I am going to start rearing colourful marine fishy with colourful sea coral and colourful wiggly anemone and a small clown fish (named Nemo) and and....err..
    • pick up a physical sport like soccer (rite....)
    • Ok, maybe watersports. I have always wanted to scuba dive (is it a sport?) or wake boarding.
    • stay clear from smoking (I admit, I have tried it once in a while...) and drinking (despite pressures from my friends to drink, I am still sticking to my guns) and sex (rite....OK fine stay away from porn....sigh...)
    • and finally I hope I can be closer to God (and start praying again). Amin...

    On a more serious note:

    I hope 2006 will be a peaceful year (not only in my life but in the world).

    Though in 2005, we were not as much affected by war and terrorism (except for the 2nd Bali bombings... damn those lunatics) as we were in 2004 and the years before, Mother Nature seemed to really hate us humans this year (what a bitch... really). The year 2005 started solemnly with the Boxing Day earthquake and its devastating tsunamis across the Indian Ocean, the bird flu outbreak in Eastern Asia, the Malaria outbreak in South East Asia, Hurricane Katrina in the USA, the heat wave in Europe, the massive earthquakes in the Indian Himalayas, now floods in Indo-China...

    I hope with all these disasters, a silver lining will emerge, all countries will now put aside their differences to work together and help one another, united (sounds corny, I know).

    There are more (corny but serious) things I hope 2006 can bring...

    I hope hunger and poverty will be a thing of a past.

    I hope everyone can have access to clean portable water.

    May the sleeping developed countries see and respond to the plight of the third world countries.

    I hope there will no longer be supression of people's rights and freedom. Everyone is entitled to do what they want, say what they want, watch or read what they want, report news without fear or biasness, marry whoever they want (same sex or inter-racial) or practise their faith freely without prosecution or discrimination.

    I hope a cure for AIDS and other (currently) incurable diseases will be found. Hopefully, no more young child will become an orphan or victim to these diseases.

    I hope there will no longer be the need for war. And terrorism is no longer a threat. Everyone can travel and live freely without fear or suspicion.

    I hope Tomkat will just break up. And Jennifer Aniston will just agree to polygamy with Bratt Pitt.

    I hope...

    I hope 2006 will be great.

    just great...

    Happy 2006 Everyone.

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    My Horrible Holiday
    Bitched on: Tuesday, December 27, 2005
    Time: 12/27/2005 10:30:00 PM


    Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia's capital, home to the world-renowned Petronas Twin Towers and also to a good friend of mine. And also the setting to the worst holiday I ever had so far.
    Don't get me wrong, it wasn't the place that spoilt the holiday for me but it was the company i had throughout the 4 days there.

    Trouble started when i heard that both my sisters would not be joining me in the trip (one was working, the other in Bintan). So, it was me and my folks. And my Uncle's family...

    I believe I would make a great dad one day but definitely not now. My two youngers cousins.
    How loveable those pests were. Did I say pests? Opps... I'll elaborate later.

    My nightmare holiday started in the wee hours of Friday. At the traffic congested 2nd Link (we should have a 3rd Link, duncha think?).

    3 hours or so later, we reached KL. Lost, hungry and sleepy, we drove on and on around and around the (frustratingly confusing) road system there looking for our hotel. To make matters worst, the traffic congestion was so bad, we were travelling at some parts at almost 100 metres (not kilometres) per hour!

    Countless wrong turns later, we reached our destination. A cheap budget hotel.
    It was close to the shopping district (it was the only thing on my mind) but seriously in need of a revamp (more like they should demolish it with tonnes of explosives and just build a much needed carpark over the ruins). But who is to complain, it was the only hotel we could find at that time with available rooms (what happened to our reservations you might asked? well, there's an unwritten rule somewhere that allows hotels to forgo your reservations if you are late for 5 hours or so...)

    After settling down in our 'square-ish' cell (I mean room), it was time to shop and unwind. But God was cruel when He unleashed heavy downpours one after another, leaving us stranded in our hotel rooms.
    So no shopping that day. I was so looking forward to going down to the bazaars of Masjid India (Indian Mosque) or Pertaling Street (KL's Chinatown) and the shopping belt around KLCC (the twin towers shopping centre).

    Did I spend the night out at the happening night scene that night?
    Let me ask you this - who the hell could I go out with?
    So no clubbing that night. I was so looking forward to going to the much-talked-about KL's Zouk.

    A surprise awaited me the next morning. We were heading up to Genting Highlands.
    My sixth sense was tingling like crazy, with so much rain, I wouldn't be surprise that it would be wet up there too.

    I hated to be right.

    It was constantly pouring. I froze my butt up there. Fortunately, we had fine deluxe suites (not by choice though, again the only available rooms) in a very posh hotel at the foot of the Genting hill (or izzit mountain?).

    Where did the entire population of Malaysia go to on Christmas Day?
    The answer apparently was Genting Highlands. It seemed that the whole Malaysia was there, shoulder to shoulder in the indoor theme park (to escape the rain outdoors).
    Suffocating in the sea of bodies and lost in the snaking queues, I gave up the idea of playing a single game or ride. I went up Genting Highlands with 100 RM in my wallet, I came down with the 100 RM.

    Two days same story. Nothing. Damn I miss those good old days when Genting was less crowded and less well-knowned with less hotel rooms (i.e. to say lesser tourists capacity) and better maintained rides and attractions (Filthy with a capital F).

    Not forgeting the 3 nights of interrupted sleep (thanks to Daddy dearest's snoring, how did my mum stand it for the past 30 years?).

    So that was my holiday (did i forget to talk about my annoying cousins? Nah.. i'll leave it to another story).



    It sucked!!!

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    Meet the He-Bitch
    Time: 12/27/2005 09:16:00 PM



    Erm... Hi.
    This is my first blog here on Blogger. But not my first blog entry though. I have one in my Friendster but that is not going anywhere. Haha, hardly anyone viewed it. I hope this will have more success.

    Before i dive straight in and start bitching about everything under the sun, let me introduce myself.

    I see myself as the new male species, a straight homosexual, they coin the terms- the metrosexual, a SNAG, the Beta male. I have a new term for this, the He-Bitch.

    A straight male who works out in the gym but at the same time indulges in facial and hair care products, who rather enjoy a good book than rough it out on the soccer field and who frets over what to wear to impress the ladies.

    And who never fails to enjoy a good bitching session or two.

    That is me, especially the last part.
    Gone are the days when guys hang around only talking about soccer, great sex or fast cars, we are now bitching (yes ladies, bitching) about the dimwitted driver who swerved into our lane, our geeky colleague and his fat promotion, the fat kid who stepped on and crushed our toe, the constantly nagging annoying mother-in-law, the slutty secretary who flirts with just about anything that moves in the office(who's complaining), the rude snobbish salesperson at the Prada boutique, the cold-as-ice bitch we were trying to woo from the corner of the bar AND finally the (much-bitched-about) demanding balding fat boss (the one at home, unfortunately).

    So for the rest of the guys who are still lagging behind in the gossip or bitching department (a.k.a the straight acting Alpha male), I say wake up and smell the non-fat sugar-free cuppa. There's a new man in town. A man who is not afraid to mince his words and speak his mind.

    Because believe me when i say this, when you're fed-up or angry or upset, YOU NEED TO BITCH. So i say let it all out and bitch.

    Complain.

    If anyone upsets or angers you, don't bottle it all up, let it out!!!!
    Bitch about it till your friends go deaf and you go mute.
    You'll explode if you don't.

    I welcome your comments and your bitchy complaints. Share with me your bitchy experience (ladies are welcome).

    Let the bitching begin...

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