Delerium

i want this royal elastic!

2005-02-15T02:45:00.000+08:00

i really want this royal elastic shoe.cant find in KL...anyone?

2005-02-15T02:32:00.000+08:00

My New Workplace.

setting up the mood?

2005-01-23T13:02:00.000+08:00

i really feel like wanna party now.need some hard trance for sure!
checkout these hard trance mp3s.its so fuken nice.im in the mood now.the beats is really pumpin now kiddo.lets shuffle to the right~ shuffle to the left ~ n shuffle shuffle shuffle. try n stream www.di.fm .

Brain 25 - confusion (non vocal mix)
Schwarzende - Heaven or Hell (Schwarzende Rmx)
Dirt Devils - The Drill
Vespa 63 - Never Die
Das Licth - Take Off
Giada - Diamond (original mix)

2005-01-20T19:20:00.000+08:00

Punches Recipes. Mixed Drinks.

Drink Category : Punches

Extacy Recipe

Ingredients

1 Gal. Pineapple Juice
12.0 oz. Absolut Citron
12.0 oz. Blue Curacao
6 oz. 151 Proof Rum
12.0 oz. Melon liqueur

Mixing Instruction

pourover ice in pitcher the following ingredients in order,melon liqueur,citrus vodka,151 rum,pineapple juice.Stir ingredients well.Once done add blue curacao,do not stir let it settle by its self.

try it yurself. gud luck!

1.55am

2005-01-12T01:57:00.000+08:00

its 1.55am just got back from class - lib - foosball.im so darn tired but wanna watch this new dvd i bought at subang with my gf.'Bushinsaba' whuteva it is.'moo shu koshi' my hsemates rite now..is jpopin' all nite long.bennie k n all.not bad at all.*thumbs up*. im still workin on my own blog page.modifyin these n that.findin some cool codes that can fit in to. :) dang! this blog thinggy really makes me addicted to it.talkin about addiction,i've decided on cuttin down on my cigarettez.guess whut? today i only took 2 of those.kinda save alot actually.now i can spend my money on other things - clothin'?foosball?shoes?partys?wow... guess the "TAK NAK" Campaign really works haa.kewl.the park shuffle at BU postponed due to some major changes by siu pak choi , junwin n all the ppl involved.aaaah..can't shuffle this weekend.this friday thinkin of goin zouk for ADAM BEYER. shud i? its been a while since i didn party.naaah , gotta stay home n study for up comin' quiz.heheh im in the mood to study this week.good for u zul.good for u.slow down on parties concentrate more on books n my gf.yah one more thing.. shudn forget to pick up my supple slip tomorrow or else... i'll be dead meat.ajajajjaajaja.

mp3 : silence
mood : sleepy
thinkin of : sayang

Connected

2005-01-10T18:21:00.000+08:00

im connected.YEAH! its been 2days without connection.gosh, i cant live without internet.
*the outside world* lolx. juz got back from HB4 havin lunch with my gf..lunch at 4pm? ahahah yeah.nuthin much today...missed the whole lecture classes.tonite im goin to the library...study? YEA! gotta be prepared for quizzez n midterm tests.cant be like last semester...darn.didn get good results.this sem mesti hardworking sket.HELL YEAH! ahahaha.

Currently Listenin' : Yellowcard - Only One.
Mood : fukin bored.

Mini Robosapien

2005-01-07T02:27:00.000+08:00

Mini Robosapien

Robosapien™ is now available in a 7" tall, battery operated Mini Robosapien version. He's fully detailed and looks just like the 14" original.
And, with his real walking action, light up eyes, and posable arms with gripper hands, Mini Robosapien is the perfect size to play with anytime, anywhere.

shud i get this one instead?

R.I.P Pizzaro.

2005-01-05T20:25:00.000+08:00

sad but true.RIP.no more pizzaro.nvm, its my 1st time though havin a fish as a pet.naah not the 1st..its 2nd.but this one is arowana.not for noobz.lol.i post my prob at a singapore forum, n they replied..that my aro is havin an internel infection bla bla bla.. maybe coz by food n water.darn.. keepin an aro is not easy.SOLUTION : get an anti-infection solution at the nearest pet shop.now i really understand..how difficult to keep such a fish.sad sad sad.....

PizZaRo??

2005-01-02T23:06:00.000+08:00

its already 11pm...yeay my gf and i got a new pet...an arowana...named PizZaRo. hehe.a silver arowana aka. Osteoglossum Bicirrhosum. went hunting for arowanas at jalan pasar , kl. its was tiring, cant decide which to buy..finally we got one..with slightly reddish at the tail.mahal ke huh? i dunno.. juz as a hobby.nak cari ikan pon susah rupanya.cant be sure how long can PizZaRo live.lol.nvm, juz wait n see.its about 3 hours PizZaRo in his new aquarium..ate 2 live fishes already.wow..hebat! :) ok ok enough bout PizZaRo.

Argh...claz tomorrow at 2.dayumm! marketing at 2 n critical thinkin at 4.too tired to think of anythin rite now. >BED > SLEEP > CLAZZzzZzzzzzz....

foos-addiction

2005-01-02T19:20:00.000+08:00

aaah its 3.05am n its been a tiring day.juz got back from hartamas, went for dinner with my gf n her twin..then we went BREAKERS for few games of foosball.met this dude..damn he's so fuckin good at it..still gotta learn...still gotta learn.heh.last nite on NYE...spent 2hours in the car, stuck in the traffic at jln sultan ismail.darn! pak lah said there was no celebration due to tsunami shytt... but the crowd? KL? wow...its really new year.can't stop KL from partyin.im sleepy shytt now.. gotta sleep.tomorrow im goin to shop for a fish.not for cookin..ahahah shoppin a pet.not sure of gettin whut kinda fish yet..thinkin of gettin arowana?does it need a big aquarium? naaah juz put it in the washing machine... :) niceeee.

2005-01-02T14:03:00.000+08:00

Cut out from australian local Beat magazine, found it quite humurous cos it was so SPOT ON! (loads funnier with the illustrations) :))

Candy Ravers

Where you'll find them: Anywhere the music is hard and fast. Naïve Candies truly believe the scene is ruled by Peace, Love, Unity and Respect, rather than by Drugs, Bass, Money and Cynicism, and travel to wide variety of parties to spread this message, oblivious to the cold stares of the jaded. Fashion: Anything that looks great when you're peaking and feels great when you're having a big sweaty e-hug. Dance Style: Most Candies are young-uns fresh out of the Freeza under age dance party scene, so they can be a bit confused when thrusting their hips, sticking their chest out and miming the vocals doesn’t work too well. But pretty soon they start shuffling like a pro (and everyone else in the place). Favourite Saying: "I love you guys soooooo much!" (to their 'great friends' they met five minutes ago).
Drug of Choice: Anything sleazy older guys give them to try and get them in the sack.
Opposing Tribe: Chinstrokers.

Shufflers

Where you'll find them: Front left speaker. Or front right speaker. Anywhere you look on the dance floor actually. Fashion: Becoming a Shuffler is the first port of call for former Candy's, so expect to still see a bit of fluff or fluoro about. However, being a Shuffler is all about being part of the herd, so wearing, or doing, anything too individual is a no-no. Baggy pants, tight t-shirts and hooded jumpers and those stupid bloody visor things are order of the day.
Dance Style:
The Melbourne shuffle, obviously. From that simple combo of sliding, crossing and spinning Shufflers take their name, identity and apparent reason for existence. That and drugs of course. Can't forget the drugs. It's supposed to be a free form dance, but fuzz your eyes while watching a group of Shufflers on the floor and you could swear they are doing the Timewarp, or line dancing to Nutbush City Limits. Favourite saying: "So, what are you on tonight?" – said to absolutely everyone they meet at a party, as soon as non drug related conversation runs out (generally after about 4.7 seconds). Drug of choice: Eccy's at first, then speed once they stop working, then meth, then K, then G, then the hospital emergency ward.
Opposing Tribe: Lost Bogans.

Ferals (aka doofers)

Where you'll find them: In summer – travelling from bush doof to bush doof in clapped out Combi van/4WD/converted bus, preaching their message of love, understanding and lack of personal hygiene wherever they go. In winter: Working in their private medical practice in Toorak. (Except for the hardy few who throw and attend bush parties even into the depths of winter, who really belong to a separate tribe known as Nutcases.) Fashion: The weirdest shit you will come across anywhere, period. From typical hippy gear to giant ant costumes, and full-fledged silver ice queen outfits to complete nudity. See above reference to Nutcases. Dance Style: Not much shuffling here, 'cos Ferals don't move their feet much (its hard to keep your balance while you're tripping off your scone). Most do either the Bush Doof Push, which involves grinning like a crazy person while thrusting your hips around in circles, or get into a slow, shuddering groove with their face towards the ground. It’s kind of hard to bust out when you've been on the dance floor for three straight days. Favourite saying: Something completely unintelligible, punctuated by lots of "mans" and "dudes" and endless theories of existence.
Drug of choice:
Acid, mescalin, DMT, chat, nutmeg…as long as it makes shit strange, then its all good.
Opposing tribe: Glitterati.

Lost Bogans

Where you'll find them: Wandering around any dance party, wondering where the fuck they are and when the band is going to start playing some Acca Dacca. Fashion: Flannel shirts, torn jeans, megadeath t-shirts and a VB surgically attached to their hand.
Dance Style:
When they're just drunk – a classy stumble around the dance floor, making sure they knock into everyone at least once. Once somebody gives them a pill – same as above, except they crack onto every girl they see before passing out on the couch. Favourite saying: "Oi! What's this techno shit?”
Drug of choice:
The cream of cheap domestic beer, or some Fruity Lexia (better known as goon) for the ladies.
Opposing Tribe: Shufflers.

Glitterati

Where you'll find them: Mink Bar, Honkytonks, 161…anywhere even giving the bouncer a blowjob doesn't guarantee entry. Fashion: The latest lines specially shipped from Europe's top designers. Only problem is its coming into summer over there so there's going to be a lot of cold glamour pusses huddling in corners over the next few months.
Dance Style:
lots of pouting, sexy little shimmies and hip wiggling strut. Nothing too strenuous though, because they can't risk breaking a sweat and ruining their makeup, and its damn hard to get your groove on while wearing 12 inch stilettos. Favourite Saying: "So as I was saying to (enter celebrities name here) when we were at (enter name of exclusive nightspot here)…”

Drug of choice:

Only the finest charlie of course, darling!
Opposing Tribe: Ferals.

Chinstrokers (aka Jaded Ravers)

Where you'll find them: Up the back, at the bar, looking over the DJ's shoulder and lurking in dark corners with a sneer on their face. Fashion: The same casual clothes they would wear to a friend's house or a pub. They are way passed getting especially dressed up to go to a club. The aforementioned sneer and a bourbon and coke are the only fashion accessories they need.
Dance Style:
Chinstrokers? Dance? You've got to be kidding. The only time a Chinstroker would head to the dance floor would be to take the piss out of a Candy or Shuffler for the amusement of their Chinstroking mates. Favourite Saying: "The scene has become so commercial. Back in my day people were here for the right reasons. These days it’s just all about the drugs. Blah blah blah blah blah, wankety wank wank…"
Drug of Choice:
Chinstrokers are too cool for party drugs, sticking to their dark spirits and the occasional imported beer. Or so they want you to think. They actually shaft about ten pills, but if they let anyone know they are wasted they wouldn't be able to feel superior to all the garners on the dance floor.
Opposing Tribe: Candy Ravers

LOL! this is funny shyyt..and none of these apply to malaysian.

P L u R !

2005-01-02T02:20:00.000+08:00

"Peace, Love, Unity and Respect" is the essence of the way of life being aspired to by 'ravers'. But what does it really mean?

P - L - U - R

PEACE:
The reason we like the music that we do, and dance like we do, is because it helps us achieve a state of inner peace, particularly peace with ourselves. For me the music that catalyses this state has a sticky label on it that says 'goa trance', sometimes 'psychedelic trance', and includes 'tribal trance'. Being able to dance the way we do is being able to be four years old again, to be free of ego like we were before self conscious-ness took control. When we dance free of ego, we are at peace with ourselves, and at peace with all those around us. In the peace of a good trance, when someone stands on my foot I get a real buzz out of it because it's a chance to put some of that peace 'out there' as well as having it inside. With a big grin and a squeeze of their shoulder I've been able to say "Hey! Isn't this great?" without being dorky about it. Peace People!

LOVE:
It means you can turn to a complete stranger who's sipping a bottle of water, and they'll see your sweat dripping and ears glowing and your eyes dark and deep, and they'll smile and offer you the bottle. It means people not only call out to you "Are you okay mate?" when they hear you heaving your dinner in the toilet cubicle, but they care about the answer.
Love is the reason the people at Return to the Source hang crystals, sprinkle essence and otherwise prepare the space for us to be in together. Love is .... (fill in your own - hey, maybe there's a cartoon strip in there somewhere!)
UNITY:
I think this one shows the widest gap between the aspiration and the realisation. There still seem to be anorak wars between disciples / acolytes of various stylistic sub-genres, by people who've forgotten that preferring green to blue or liking cardamom more than coriander is not a sign of intellectual underendowment and spiritual inadequacy. For me the concept of unity is not us against them, but trying to give 'them' a glimpse of the wonderful space we experience at a good party.
RESPECT:
Sometimes I fantasize about a club with coat pegs all round the periphery, where everyone just hangs their stuff and it's still there when they come to wear it home. Hey, and you can even leave your money in the pockets - now that's *respect*.
Respect is also about realising that everyone's different. Bizarre as it may seem, not everyone thinks your whistle-blowing next to their ear enhances the total dance experience. If you really think people enjoy your trilling, and are blown away by the musical mastery evident in your one note mantra, then be fair and move around a lot. That way you leave everyone wanting more (maybe) rather than one poor bugger in front of you wanting less, much less.