The First Time I Did It.

Today is the first time I did it. It felt so, so, great. Simply amazing.

We were in a dark sound-proof room in Timesquare. Aiman was there too. Every little touch generated so much screams of joy and pleasure. The shear vibration shocked and left me in awe, so I stopped momentarily after the first stroke of my finger. We did it for one whole hour. I rubbed and stroked my fingers up and down, working magic out of thin air. Aiman, Khaidir and Amirul too couldn't stop screaming and laughing. No one wanted to touch Khaidir's.

In fact, it was all of our first time. And watching people do it on T.V and doing it in real life, not as difficult as it would seem. We can all be just like our favourite stars. By the way, it costed RM25 per hour. Best 25 bucks spent this year. We even went to StarBucks before it and surfed the internet to find interesting things that we could try out.

We even did it in several positions because my feet and hands were aching. We took only a few 30 second breaks even though we were sweating like pigs.Because we did not use protection, and because I am new to this, my fingers are all scratched up.


:)


I cannot wait to go jamming again. My first strum with an electric guitar was an Em, the starting part of 'Mimpi yang Sempurna' by Indonesian rockers 'Peter Pan'. And yes, after the first strum Aiman and I looked at each other. The bewildered look of someone who thinks he just invented sex on Aiman's face told me he was thinking the same thing as me..."Holy shit, was that us?"

From then on it was 10 minutes of slamming down on the guitar and fantasizing about performing on stage in front of an audience. Then we realized that we were not fantisizing at all. There were punk haired malay guys watching us through the soundproof glass. Eee-YEeerrr...

Then a migical, wonderful thing occured. Aiman put his palm up facing me, signalling me to stop and silencing Khaidir bass and Amirul's instinctive drumming. He looked down and our line of vision met at a small black pedal with the words "METALLIZER" printed on it. He stomped on it and a red LED lighted up, then he gave me the green light by nodding.

"RROOoooOOooOAAAAAaaRRrr........"

The room was filled with ear-splitting grins, insane laughter and screams!

"HAHAAHAHAHAAHAH!! OMG! OMG! Did you see....HAHHAAAAAAA! HOOOOO-BOY!"

Amirul swapped between the drums and vocals. He is an OK singer, but drumming seems to be his second-nature. Apparantly he has never taken calsses. Aiman, Khaidir and I took turns with the guitars and the.....argh....bass. In fact, at first, Khaidir got the bass, which happens to look like a cheap, wooden, mock guitar with four strings. No, it was not fun. Khaidir seems to be the only one who knows how to play it though. I stood there looking cool.

Among the songs we attempted to play were:
Mimpi yang Sempurna (Which was not very 'sempurna', but still close)
One Way (Christian rock song. But we changed Jesus to Surrej and Lianne and everyone was happy :P)
My Love (Which was not so love-ly at all)
I'm the only gay eskimo (Gay eskimo, rock? Nah...)

So much for searching for tabs on the internet at StarBucks.

We finished our last few minutes by singing the Retarded Animal Babies (RAB) version of Star Wars.

I quote Aiman saying between hitting single notes on his electric guitar:

"Hahaha!
I am bad!
Who wants to sleep with me?!"


With electric guitars, anybody can be cool.
Hallelujah.

Turning BlackLight On.

Hallelujah! Cheers! Ku-chi Ku-chi! Mama-mia!

Welcome to BlackLight.

The first thing that I, Gustave Oon King Chuan, will clarify is why our site is www.blacklightblog.co.nr instead of simply blacklight.co.nr. Try typing out that link and see where it takes you. For the convenience of others, and to make this first post longer and more significant, the reason is because an Otaku (Anime fan) has taken the site. Apparantly, blacklight is a manga(jap comic, not fruit). It is classified under 'Yaoi', also known as 'gay anime pornography'. A certain member of BlackLight could, and probably would, give a very detailed explaination.

The reason why we had to settle for .co.nr is because it costs money to get a nice domain name. And being the chaepskates that we are, we decided to split the RM50 7 ways if, and only if, we are getting enough traffic and interest from you. That's right. BlackLight(blog) is where YOU matter. Without you, we can't spell success...Then again, we also can't spell underwear, underaged-sex, unicorn, UFOs, SuXX0R$, and my name. This is where you get your chance to share your, hopefully brilliant, opinions with other angry teenagers/ schizophrenics/ coulrophiliacs.

Siew Wai Hung, also known as Sharp(ask him to tell you the story on a fine, dark, stormy day), is in charge of the technicalities of BlackLight(blog). Probably because he's the only one who knows the difference between URL, HTML, Java, CoffeeBean and Starbucks.

Aiman Ceaser( i think its an 's'), Aqram Pref, Hafiz EffOne, Berlyn Estrada, and Lianne Le Tit ia, are the other admins/mods/GODs/GMs of BlackLight(blog). We are currently thinking of a better word for an entity who has complete ultimate control over a realm.

Berlyn and Lianne will be joining us after SPM 2006. However, this information is irrelevant as most of you will be reading this in the far-off year of 2007.

Each week or so, a Master Admin will be selected by Lat-la-li-tam-pong. The MA will decide what topic the other AT (Angry teenagers) will blog about. Hung will set-up a forum area for all you oh-so-important-add-money-making humans where you can comment about posts, start your own discussions, rant about teachers, or vote for your favourite Admin, whose name starts with the letter 'G'.

Ah Beng inspired words such as :
LOLOLXXX (extreme laughing)
kekekeke (choking while laughing)
Haiz...so sienz (transfering boredom to others)
ZZzzz (power napping, usually in front of the computer after one has been rebuttaled or humiliated)
ZZzzzZZZzzZZZzZZZ (EXTREME power napping, also usually in front of the computer after one has been rebuttaled or humiliated)
swt (sweating)
-_-" (power sweating)
SWT -_-""""" (EXTREME DEHYDRATION power sweating, usually when one does not understand a joke or topic)

...are the mortal enemies of Aiman, who happens to blog very often in his toilet via kind, yet oblivious, nieghbours' wireless internet connections, and I who will call upon the dark powers of Santa and Beelzebub to see to it that Beng-ers are rewarded accordingly.

Keep sexxings and profanities to a minimum. For only We may swear in the name of random people such as J.K.Rupiah.

Tell your friends and family, even if you only see them during Raya or Chinese New Year to collect money.


Remember the name - BlackLightBlog.co.nr
Its a blog, Call On New Ranters, CONR.
http://www.blacklightblog.co.nr


BlackLight - Shedding some light on the bright side of life.

The magic of MMORPG.

"What the...? Meh-meh-moh-re-peh-ger...?"
"No lah! It's massive-multiplayer-online-role-playing-game."

From experience, I can safely say that the only things that are massive in these games, is the amount of cash and time you spend on it, and the boobs of your female character. Yes, its fun to play a game where semi-socially retarded friends and you run around a medieval world gang-banging innocent mermen or gnolls in order to get their 'phet lewt'. Even I have no idea why a furry little animal carries around 156 gold pieces, a ring of fire and a 3+ enhanced sword.

5 minutes into a game...
"Whoa! So you gotta lv up your lv1 spells first before you can proceed to lv2...? Wow! What's this? A 'jellopy'! Dude, how much can I get for this? OMG! That pink blod dropped a sword! Whooo-hoooo! I'm set for life! WAHHH!! That guy is lv 86!"

30 minutes later...
"Ok, we should whack these beetle things. We get good exp, plus their attack sucks...hang on, let's go sell off all these junk..."

3 hours later...
"Dude...I've been clicking on pink chunks of jelly and ladybirds for 3 hours now..."

6 hours later...
"Argh. Alright, see you tomorow."

1 month later...
"Niama! !#*@# game!"

Sound familiar to all you Ex-Ragnarok Online players?


The storage system is brilliant. RYL (RiskYourLife...the name is lives up to its claim. You risk rotting time away, your SPM, and, very literally, your life.) utilizes the 'Grid system'. This is also known as the 'Tetris system', where half the time you have to rearrange cumloads of item in that amazing 4-dimensional backpack that your scantily clad character carries around. Apparantly, you can stack 99 pieces of meat together in one grid, but if you have only one slot left, you can't stack 1 measly piece of meat and 1 pathetic piece of cooked meat together...

"Oh no! We mustn't."
"Why? My dear raw meat?"
"Because...well...we are of different colours...and hell, I don't even know what animal we came from. There aren't any chickens or cows in this MMORPG"
"Come here...! Come!"
"..."
"..."
-Fatal error-

Four-legged funguses can take on knights in full body armour... Wounds do not show up on slimy skinned amphibious mermen even after 10 combos of slashing with a "Cruel scythe D+++" (Weapons have personalities too, you know?), Lightning bolts striking down upon their scaly bottoms, and "Dark sword" attacks going right through their webbed-gills... Swords strike enemies, clad in nothing but a loincloth, and give off explosive seizure enducing explosions...

Hallelujah, welcome to the realisticly unbelievable world of Meh-MeOh-Reh-Per-Ger. Where size does not matter.

The Aiman Arif experience.

Date: 23rd October 2006
Time: 0900
Location: The upstairs toilet of Aiman's house
Condition: Semi-constipated

(Doesn't that cause memories of "Its a shit-shat life for us!" to surge through your mind like a can of Limited Edition 100-calorie coca-cola in the hands of 16 year-old late nighters?)

Here I am quietly minding my business in front of a laptop positioned on a chair. A few seemingly happily innocently blissfully disturbing issues have been brought to light like a kid realizing what the "cute anime pop-ups" on newgrounds.com really are, coincidently after Aqram, Aiman, Berlyn, Hafiz, Wai Hung and I decided to name our BlackLight. (Yea, yea. I know. Pun.)

Gus decided to embrace the challenges of Islam because Aiman allowed him to overnight. That's right. Puasa. Little did he know how fun it would be. He started, right after drinking a gulp of water, at 1300. He then jay-walked with 5 other Victorians to the Star LRT, looking like 5 drunken flamingos and a panda. On the subway, the 6 VI Boys met the not-so-almighty MGS Prefect Board treasurer, Nabilah. 20 minutes of puasa-ing must have taken its toll on Gus, because somehow, he remembered Nabilah to be a whee bit taller.

Arriving at Aiman's place, Gus spotted a platter of very tasty muffins...

"Whoa! Cool! Chocolate chip...!

"...D'oh! Argh...puasa..."

His black G-shock watch displayed 16:04 on its liquid crystal display. Gus started to wonder what happened to lunch. It was just about then that Aiman decided to show him the magic of Monty-Python : The Holy Grail.

Bout 2 hours of drifting in and out of sleep, while sprawled on a bed next to a feverish Ibrahim, later... Gus woke up to the, amazing, strumming and the, not-so-amazing, singing of the slightly mushroom-head (tunku tao) hairstyled 1337 Sabah-Anglican-church-educated-guitarist, Mark Sia. Gus could only tell from the silhoutte in the dark and the chinese-accented : "Oi...? Gus? You sleeping ah?"

Gus and Mark spent the next 24 minutes watching Teen Titans, some spin-off of Justice League, when they heard the pleasant yelling of Aiman for them to buka puasa.

FOOD

Gus and Mark rushed down and missed the ending of some time-controlling super villian who gets trapped in a time paradox, the kind of thing that almost makes sense and bugs the johnny out of you. The thirst-quenching blast that came from gulping down Zappy Zapple™ after 6 hours withour drinking felt as wild as a classroom of Victorians cheering when girl-school visitors come touring. A huge bowl of curry filled with tao-fu-pok and fishballs brought smiles to the faces of Aiman, Johori, Mark Sia, Ibrahim, Zaid, Khaidir, Khaidir (no mistake tq very much) and Aiman's round lil' brother. Tomato rice, kari ayam and rendang made the Victorians go into a feasting frenzy... much like how a flock of CROWS fight over a piece of meat. The feeding fest was sealed off by steaming hot apple pie and Walls™ strawberry ice-cream. Adam and Amirul joined in just about then...after spending 45 minutes on the way to Aiman's house. Must have been some buka puasa for them.

The night was filled with guys squeezing into rooms going on friendster and playing the guitar. Gus wanted to join in but was suffocating from the stench of rugby players sweating while looking at hot chicks' profiles. 3 words. Sour, sweaty underwear. Khaidir, the big one, had a guitar string poke into his finger. Most of the mob left after 2230. Those remaining were Mark, Jo, both Khaidirs and Gus. Nazrin was supposed to go back slightly later...slightly later meaning 0530 the next day after his morning meal.

Aiman was *ahem* very eager to meet his partner-to-be of BlackLight, Lianne Letitia Ritchie. If there are 4 things Aiman loves about a girl, its:


1. Her ability to speak english

2. Her intelligence

3. Her sense of twisted humour

4. Her ability to compose songs

If there are 5 things Aiman loves about a girl, then its:

1. Her ability to speak english

2. Her intelligence

3. Her sense of twisted humour

4. Her ability to compose songs

5. Her big boobs

On Gus' advice, Aiman set up his webcam and microphone. Lianne reacted quite well to a face full of blackheads and a stoned expression with spiky hair. Mark was playing a Santa Cruz classical guitar, so the trio sang some drunken songs to Lianne...including "Perfect" "One Way" and "Mimpi yang Sempurna"...only they somehow put in Lianne's name and replaced Jesus with Lianne in One Way.

Lianne, supposedly, enjoyed it and, supposedly, sent them lyrics of a song which she, supposedly, wrote by herself, supposedly, for her last day in school which was, supposedly, going to "make girls tear"...supposedly.

After half an hour of banging cock and talking balls on the over msn and LOL-ing very loudly, Lianne sent them her 100% Hardcore, Uncencored, Steamy, Raw, Harry PotterXXXDraco Malfoy yaoi! Gus did the voice of Harry, Snape and a few other random J.K Rowling spawned fictional characters. Aiman did Malfoy.

This is my forth attempt to post this damn blog. Aiman's laptop is gay. It obliterates paragraphs of blogs just as you click the 'save' button.

"Copy the text first mah! Diu...so sohai wan."

Haha. Fortunately, the Control key is placed in a very, very annoyingly awkward to reach spot. Seeing your half hour of blogging getting replaced by the letter 'c' is not funny. Unless it happens to someone else.

This has been the Aiman Arif experience. In the toilet and in bed.

Hallelujah.

The Sounds of Choi-er.

Half the year has passed by just like that...next year is SPM year. And I've only 1 and a half years of Victorian life left. Sigh...

Time has passed by so fast and meaningless... but then again, I look back at the good times and I have no regrets.

SEA Forensics and Drama Comp occupied most of my post-July time. Shanti and Moi, I'll never forget what you guys thought me. But enough bout drama comp, there's way too much of it on this blog anyway.

The latest competition, choir, did not really get my adrenaline pumping like the comps before it. It could be the lack of training, dedication, or simply because its a kementerian competition and I've gotten 5 2nd placings that I don't feel the "Oomph" anymore. That's right, wilson!

Even before the competition, I KNEW that we were gonna get 2nd place. Somehow, someway, I knew. Maybe its a jinx...maybe its just a hunch...or maybe because its a kementerian comp...(haunted by biased 'ZheeeLarKah Barbeee PooKeeMak LarnCiao judges) Whatever it was, I was not expecting to win at all.

Ok, it wasn't a jinx, coz our performance went as planned....*cough*...stanley...*cough*....
"...Jalinan sinar cahaya kegemilangan....Ooo...Oooo....oooooo....."
I had the honour of wearing our team number..."04" Sei... on my left nipple. And thanks to the delay, we didn't get to listen to any other schools perform. Everything went by so quickly...so undramatically...

...and before I knew it...

...I was squatting down at the VIP section of Taman Budaya, packed with primary school student and CBN chicks, and between Shazlan and Chiam, drifting away into blissful slumber, due to playing DotA with my bro the night before till midnight.
I recognised the distinct "Cyber Cafe" smell coming from the techie room behind me. Ahhh...smoke has never smelt this good. Shazlan wasn't looking as excited as I expected him to be. (I know you're waiting for the results...hush! I'm getting there...)

After nearly half an hour of VIP blahblah, and 10 minutes of primary schools going on stage, it was the moment. The moment where 2 to 7 months of training came down to. The moment where many will cry in despaor and the fortunate few will rejoice like there's no tomorow. The moment where....WHAT?! They are announcing the champions FIRST?! Tch, typical of low level competitions...

There was an intensity in the hall which woke me up. Haha...we are SO not gonna get first. It must be "....Kepong baru!!! or Convent Bukit Nanas!!!!" Oh well, at least it'll be over quick and painless

"...dan Johan Pertandingan choir dua-ribu-enam ialah..."

"...VI!!..." WHOA!! WTF?!

......This was when I stood up and looked frantically around!......Argh, it was justa group of girls who said "VI"...the hall roared with relieved, nervous laughter...Hey, maybe this IS a good sign, maybe God just MIGHT cut us some slack, MAYBE, just maybe, against all odds and discrimination, MAYBE we could in fact...

"...ialah...SMK...Convent Bukit Nanas!"

...D'oh! XP

Many were shocked, few were surprised, and the hands of a few judges were very, very, busy "fapping", there was a moment of confusion...followed by the screams of joy coming from the CBN crowd.

I sat there feeling the same void I've felt ever since the INTI drama comp, ever since I stepped on stage to sing with my choir team, ever since I drifted off to sleep while the VIP blabbered on and on... I cast a blank stare onto Shazlan, who seemed equally emotionless. I wish the same could be said for Li-Shia.

"...guys, I think Li-Shia needs our....moral support...", said Chiam.

I rushed back into the hall only to find Li-Shia clinging on a corner, with here face buried. It took Chiam, Shazlan, Adi, AND Ben to coax her outside. It was only after 2 seconds after she exitted, that the results sank in. She really, REALLY, wanted to win, or at least get best conductor. The Ex's tried to calm her down...

I looked around and saw the same anger, despair, and dissapointment as after the km'terian drama state finals...except, this time, I wasn't feeling any of it. Like I said, I predicted it. So it had no impact on me whatsoever.

Li-Shia finally spoke "...Why?...you let CBN win at least give someone else the best conductor ma...stupid...stupid..."
Lost for words, I blurted out..." Li-Shia, remember how you always told me to smile on stage? I need you to smile now, for us."
...a few moments of silence later...
"...someone bring me to the toilet...pls...I lost my contact lens...I can't see...!!"

Its amazing how fast hope can be crushed and vaporised. Its stunning how emotions can well up in seconds. It just never ceases to amaze me.

The memories of Weng Kit and Shantini scolding me for drinking Iced-lemon tea...The rides home with Shazlan and Chiam...and especially the "Mamak Stall" incident with Daniel, Adi, and Shazlan...and Li-Shia...yup...just Li-Shia herself... :P

It's so true when Li-Shia told us she finally "felt" the song only after losing. We sang "Satu suara, satu hati, satu fikiran" quietly outside the hall. A few more girls cried. And I actually felt it too.

Just then, Edward called out my name. Ahh... What now...? He's flirting with the team that beat us?!
Before I could ask questions, I was pulled aside with a CBN girl by Edward. "She wants to know your name"

Hello, Reen!

......

...Um...

......

Wow. Did I mention how much I love Kementerian competitions? :P


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Thank you, Ryan, who first pulled me into choir, Daniel, for teaching me the difference between wax and clay, Shazlan, Chiam and Adi, for all the chit-chat rides home...and for the "Mamak stall experience" :P and finally Li-Shia, for showing me that there is so much more to a song than just basses, tenors, majors and minors.

~Being the Champion of kementerian competitions only prove that you are the favourites of the "Retard judges of the Day". The destination is nothing compared to the journey and the comrades that you ride with! Rock on!~
-Gustave Oon

~One Heart. One Soul. One Voice.~
-The Victorian Choir 2006

Compensation

Yes. The Victorian Drama Team is here again with more dramatic crap!

Since the wheeeee start of last year, we've never gotten first, whether by imcompetence of retard judge, or bias-ness of retard judge, finally, our picture appeared in The Star Education(Sunday 9th July page 15), despite the fact that we LOST! :P
So there! You wank supporting judge.....you know who you are......

This has encouraged us to actually think about going on with the Victorian Drama Team. And now for the first time, regardless of what anyone else, ESPECIALLY Mr.Wank, thinks. After all, its all about having fun and taking group showers, no?

Argh, I've no time to drag on and on today.


So...shall we call the Victorian Drama Team......VIADRA? Vote, all you drama boys!
"VIADRA- When you are down and out, we get you up...on stage."

The final curtain for the 2006 Victorian Drama Team...

...preparing a speech for 2 months, practising your movements for 1 month, staying back until 5pm on weekdays...


Some people call it insanity...

...We call it drama.


"...It is easy to make an audience laugh, that's entertainment, but there are different levels of entertainment, and to bring an audience to such a level, is just truly magnificent! And that is why, the champions of the 2006 INTI Drama Competition is......"

The memories of shouting, screaming, yelling, crying, swearing sessions of drama practice flooded into my mind. Moi getting poked at by the rest of us for having an unhealthy obsession to a particular 2-dimensional girl...Jack floating into school looking like he scored last night...Sean, Richard and Avinash trodding into the Bestari room while arguing about which add-maths method is more efficient...and most of all...the walks down petaling street with Ms.Shanti after drama training...

...Yes, I'm sure gonna miss those times.


After being ranked second by a certain fuckwad biased chief judge who has his head stuck way up his ass, the VI drama team got invited to Actor Studio Bangsar on the 29th of June along with CBN to settle the score with the Visiting Wanks.(wangsa melawati)

However, I (yes, i know i don't refer to myself in the first person often) somehow didn't feel the "Oomph" I did last year. Or even the same Oomph at SEA Forensics. The script, which Moi and I spent 2 weeks adapting, was suited for everyone to participate. It was laden with sappy moral values to stick up a chief judge's face. It certainly wasn't something what we call "a winning script", but was it better than that of the visiting wanks? We will find out.

This feeling, could be felt by most of the other team members...

However, being the enthusiastic director that he is, Moi kept his spirit and determination, but somewhere deep down inside, he knew that we did in fact stoop DOWN to kementerian level and threw in some soppy moral values. Those who acted last year knew...Wilson, Moi, John, Ismail, Jack, Alex...

The team was short of a cock...a BIG one. Shoby battousai is not here! :) As I recall..."...Look at that la. Oh fuck!"
And the "fuck" was luoder than the "la".


Moi was probably the one who kept our hopes alive.......only for it to be butchered to kingdom johnny cum!
But, be glad that we saw the Wanks perform. In all that is dramatic and exxegerated... WE LOST TO --->THAT?!<---
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!! ONE BIG JOKE! That's all I have to say bout the Wanks.

At least now we know that we DID in fact do all that we could to win, except please the retard kementerian chief judge. XP
And hey! We'll never forget all the "poke Memo's boobs" moments, right? AND we had a killer "Mr.Kee" scene, no?
And SOMEONE forgot his lines....."Its....its...its...its the flies!" :P I WILL remember that, you know who you are!

So,

Worst case scenario: We lowered our standard for kementerian. No INTI invitation for us next year.
Best case scenario: Minimalist, Best of the Best only for next years team.

POWER TO THE 1990 PEOPLE!



"...and that's why, the champions of the 2006 INTI Drama Competition is Canvas from DJ!"


We did our best. We potong steam-ed some wanks. We had fun.

-------------------------------------No regrets--------------------------------------
(except maybe we should have played with Memo's boobies more)