#159: OST Cedric

So I saw this 'tag' from Ah Foo's blog, and I thought it'd be cool to try it out too. So here it goes...

If your life was a teen/chick lit movie (in typical Hollywood fashion), what would its soundtrack be?

So, here's how it works:

1. Open your library. (iTunes, Windows Media Player, iPod, etc.)
2. Turn on 'shuffle'.
3. Press 'play'.
4. For every section, type the song that's playing.
5. When you're on to a new question, press 'next'on your player.
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool by hiding your Hilary Duff and Westlife songs.


Opening credits:
'Girl of the Year' by FM Static- "Stand clear, she's the girl of the year. And there's no use in trying to get her off my mind." A good movie always starts with punk rock.

Waking up:
'Porcelain Heart' by Barlow Girl- " Someone said 'A broken heart would sting at first then make you stronger..." Okay, maybe I didn't sleep well the last night. I don't always wake up emo okay?!

First day of school:
'Something About The Name Jesus' by Kirk Franklin- "Something about the name Jesus. It is the sweetest name I know." Going to school holy is good, isn't it?

Falling in love:
'Here Comes the Sun' by The Beatles- "Here comes the sun, I say it's alright..." Maybe cuz the girl of my dreams would be glowing? This soundtrack is getting pretty weird.

Fight song:
'There You'll Be' by Faith Hill- " In my dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky..." I am the most romantic break up-er, aren't I?

Breaking up:
'Pleading the Fifth' by Relient K- "And in the courtroom the judge will not catch wind of this. Up there on the stand I plead the fifth." It's a courtroom song, so I guess this works.

Prom:
'Kiss Me' by Sixpence None The Richer- "Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight..." One word. Fu-yoh! Okay, that was two.

Life is okay:
'Can I Stay Here Forever' by Starfield.- "A brand new thought, and a brand new world. Can I stay here forever here with You?" It's a song to God. I guess He makes my life okay?

Mental breakdown:
'Just For You' by Paradise Live- "You gave all you had, just for me." Losing my head to a worship song. I have nothing to say.

Driving:
'Yellow' by Coldplay "Look at the stars, look how they shine for you. And it was all yellow." Finally! Something that makes sense!

Flashback:
'Hands Down' by Dashboard Confessional -"My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me? So I die happy." My soundtrack is back on track. Hey! That rhymes!

Getting back together:
'Our God is An Awesome God' by Kirk Franklin- "Our God is an awesome God, He reigns on heaven and earth..." Yeah! So awesome he gives me back my girl! Yeah!

Wedding:
'Your Love Means Everything' by Coldplay- " It was a strange reaction for someone like you to remain on side." Windows Media Player COULD HAVE DONE BETTER.

Birth of first child:
'One Little Slip' by Barenaked Ladies- " One little slip. It was a fusion of confusion with a few confounding things." This is cracking me up! Oh my gawsh! Hahahaha!

Final battle:
'All Downhill From Here' by New Found Glory- "Catalyst, you insist to pull me down. You contradict the fact that you still want me around. And it's all downhill from here." I'm still laughing at the previous song. Why do I have to go to battle?

Death scene:
'Jump' by The Faders- "Why dont you just jump, now you're out of time and they know what you can do." It's as if I committed suicide after listening to a pop song.

Funeral song:
'Beautiful Day' by U2- "It's a beautiful day. Sky falls, you feel like it's a beautiful day. Don't let it get away." I SERIOUSLY want this for my funeral song. Seriously!

Ending credits:
'Here We Go Again' by Paramore- "And here we go again. With all the things we said." This is the part where Nielle gets excited when she watches the movie.

Conclusion: A good share of diversity in music. But extremely 'potong-stim' songs and no Switchfoot spoils the CD value. Thank God for the killer funeral song that saved everything.

That took quite a while, but it was pretty fun, I must say. Go try it now!

#158: The Joys of Cycling

The things I love about cycling...


I love visiting the park at two in the afternoon, where I have it all to myself cuz the guards are always late after lunch break and the gardeners probably have camouflage outfits, so I don't know that they're there. And on some days, the sun comes out and we have a little discussion whether I look good with a brownish tan, or if reddish is better. But in the end, he has the last call.

I love being able to talk to myself about whether butterflies are aliens in disguise or if Bono wears diapers, and watching the weird, bizarre stare from a passerby as he hears me mumbling and laughing to myself.

I love buying myself an ice-cream. Or sometimes, if mum gives me a dollar, I'll buy two fifty cent ice-creams that'd make my enjoyment even last longer. The next time I go out, I'm getting myself Apple Sourz, then Black Magic, and maybe a double scoop on a cone for the next time.

I love not having an MP3 with me. I become the MP3. And Akon's Sorry, Blame It On Me, U2 and Green Day's The Saints Are Coming, and Switchfoot's Company Car is on my playlist. I don't know why nobody sings along to my MP3. Maybe it's because they have bad music taste.

I love cycling. Even if my you're not supposed to read this hurts after awhile.



The things I love about Vanessa Hudgens...


You've got to be kidding!

#157: Of Free Publicity and Switchfoot

The Bus Company have moved to a snazzier, more professional blog!

Check them out here.

Three cheers for free, shameless publicity!


And believe it or not, Switchfoot is coming out with a new record! I'm serious. As least, that's what they said on their podcast.


They sing Rihanna, parody The Simpsons, and get in trouble with the cops. Watch it.

Switchfoot over Paramore. Anytime.

#156: Change

Due to some 'complications,' I've decided to switch my email to a Gmail account. So if you'd add me in your Messenger list, I can eventually switch my Live Messenger to this email also. *grin*

cedricninetwo@gmail.com

For now I'll be still using my older email for messaging, but hopefully I can switch over as soon as possible.

#155: Time

Ladies and gentlemen, you are highly privileged to have a sneak-peak at our newest product: Time. Created with the latest technology, Time is a high-tech duration regarded as belonging to the present life as distinct from the life to come or from eternity. Not completely sure of what our wonderful product does? Venture further, dear customer.

Before:


After:

However. The example above only applies to 27.62% of consumers. Due to it being the very latest creation, our scientists have yet to find a stable interval in Time that would make our customers' results as successful and benefiting as our example above. So far, 72.38% of our 'guinea pigs' have resulted in the side effects of Time: Insanity and a major loss of attractiveness, like our second example below.

Before:

After: (Warning: The following image is classified not suitable for children below 12, pregnant women, and the faint hearted)

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Until we find an answer to our puzzle, Time will not be on sale anytime soon. Sorry for the inconvenience.

On a 'more real' note, what in the Hong Kong happened to Avril Lavigne? I just listened to her old work yesterday and it was pretty good. She WAS my favorite female singer. But ever since she embraced glitter and pink, she joined the ranks of Madonna and Britney Spears. (which is not good) What can I say? Congrats?

As for now, Hayley Williams from Paramore's takes Avril's place as my favorite singer chick.


That girl has one heck of a voice. And she's only nineteen. What a girl.


But for me, nothing beats Jon Foreman and company. Switchfoot stays on the top of my all-time favorite list.



And the album that changed my life.


I first heard Meant to Live on Spiderman 2's OST, and I thought they were pretty good stuff. THEN my sister bought a The Beautiful Letdown cassette for my 13th birthday, and the rest is history. Let's just say listening to it seven times a day for around three weeks does a lot to you.
Switchfoot for life!


Time, again, ladies and gentlemen, has yet to be released for sale due to the missing puzzle piece. However, due to a technical mishap, Time has been released into various parts of the world and is easily 'contagious.'

Look out, Time is after you!

#154: Signs of 'The Times'

You'll know the world is going crazy when...


-People start thinking pictures like these are cool-

I mean, what's so cool about a bird in between torches with the word 'liver' above it? Really.

-An emo-er, a photographer, and the younger brother of a handsome guy *wink* start playing Maple Story. Again.

They must have a really violent desire to kill mushrooms, snails, 'slime balls,' and pigs.

-I'm actually busy.


Yes, I've got stuff to do. And that helpful guy 'Ming' even manages to say 'YO!' More like 'ai-yo'.

Speaking of which, I better get to work. The 'slave-driver' may be watching. *laughs cowishly*



Oops. I meant 'sheepishly.' Heh heh.

#153: An Update?! Where?!

I've sacrificed blogging for five days to do a little 'upgrading' on this ol' blog. And if you're observant enough, you should be able to see it. Can you? Other than that, ThinkTank and YC stuff-to-do has been keeping me busy. But I've found the time (like I've always have *wink*) to update this blog. (I know the girls didn't really give a hoot bout the sports post)

Let's start off with a loonnnngggg picture...



Told you it was long. And guys, the trick is not to think so much of how the picture is possible. Just don't.

I'm sure you looked a second time, if not more. But why deal on neck-twisting pictures when we've got AN ABSOLUTELY COMPLETELY USELESS video to watch?! I dare you to watch the whole clip.

It's those people. The ones with too much time. Those that make useless videos, those that watch it, and those who even have the time to post it up on their blogs. Those people.

There's Youtube. Where people from different walks of life go to in search of controversial, interesting, or entertaining videos that'd feed their short-attention span. And then there's Friendster. Oh, you don't know what Friendster is? Why, it's even got it's own definition-

Friendster (Frěnd ster) n. A place where making friends with hot chicks comes at a fairly easy task. Also the place where friendships are made by clicking a mouse button.

There you have it. I shall strongly RESIST posting up Friendster-related images.


Speaking of images, here's an interesting picture Ming took. He sure knows where to find hot models doesn't he? Olivia, and this extremely, I'm-so-happy-I'm-being-choked-in-midair handsome hunk of a man. *wink*

Oh my, look at the time. I was supposed to be editing just four tiny images for ThinkTank and I've spent 90% of my time on this post. And that's because I put so much effort in making this blog a good one, so you all will enjoy it, right? *cheesy smile*

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

Okay, I'd better stop now. Simon and Garfunkel may end up coming here. (you need at least 20% of brain and oldies knowledge to understand that)

This post should cover up for a week. Mmhmm.

P/S: Have you found the 'upgrade' yet?

#152: Go, Jocks

It's the time of the year where women lose their husbands and boyfriends on Saturday nights. The English Premier League season kicked off last Saturday, with an extremely young Arsenal side winning their opening match against Fulham. Before the season started, Arsenal had already showed signs of progression by winning two minor tournaments, beating Inter Milan and Ajax Amsterdam in different competitions. And hopefully, Arsenal's youngsters rise to the occasion and pose a serious threat for the Premier League title. (Shut up Man U fans, we beat you twice last season)


And while the topic is still on sports, (Yes, Daniel, SPORTS! Exercise!) I got tickets to the Proton Badminton World Championships that's being held in Putra Stadium, Bukit Jalil. Even though I've given up taking badminton seriously, it still remains one of my favorite sports, so I'll be looking forward to seeing the TOP players in action.

The tickets are possibly worth over RM250, plus a friend of Dad gave us VIP seats. Cool or cool?

#151: Whatever Happened to Peter Pan?

The world couldn't get any gayer.



I actually Googled that. Save me.

Way too corny story-lines and lousy actors- Disney is beginning to lose its gleam for me, based on the recent movies (especially those made specially for television) they've released. I could write a Disney movie script without even thinking. Here's one I did, and I'm not very proud of it.

-Guy and girl best friends that grew up together.

-Mr. I'm-cute moves in town.

-Girl falls for Mr. I'm-cute.

-Guy realizes he has feelings for girl, and gets jealous of Mr. I'm-cute.

-Mr. I'm-cute turns out to be Mr. I'm-a-jerk.

-Guy somehow saves the day for girl.

-Girl realizes she has feelings for guy too. (surprise surprise)

-They kiss.

-End with a Jesse McCartney or Hilary Duff song.

Am I the next Spielberg or what? Okay, maybe I'm a little harsh, but I'm to High School Musical like Aaron Sim is to hip-hop *grin*. Whatever happened to the classics? Like Peter Pan, 101 Dalmatians, and the Aristocats. (all of which I've watched over 7 times)


Those were the days. Sigh. When Kelsey was chubby... Okay, I'll stop now.

#150: I've Got Time. For A Rhyme.

Never saw this coming,
Looks like I'm not as busy as I was saying,
Or maybe cuz the stress hasn't kicked in,
But I'll squeeze in an update- for you to be readin'.

I can't wait for Saturday,
The thought of it makes me gay,
My first photographer 'gig's happening,
And so is the year's first CG outing.

Then there's Sunday to look forward to,
If I said I'm happy that would be true.
Another day out of the house,
Church, photo shooting, and eating paus.

If you haven't noticed- I'm happy,
What is my reason for being filled with glee?
In the midst of designing,
Two of my customers are paying.

*Grin*

#149: Weather Forecast: Stormy

I've got a hurricane of possibly a week, month, or the rest of the year. I've got TONS (I capitalized it so it'll look heavier) of designing stuff to do and this may be the last time I'll update my blog in maybe a few weeks. (the embarrassing stories will have to wait)

With the hectic amount of business surrounding me, my insanity has been kept intact thanks to Yomeishu! Just kidding. That was random. All thanks to Chicken Soup for the Soul. It's great hearing/reading those stories again, somehow refreshing me in a way. Only that I don't like chicken soup. They should publish a special version just for me. Name it Chocolate Fudge Ice-Cream for the Soul. A snazzier and tastier title. That'll do.

I'd choose that over a bowl full of steaming goo-ey substance.


Another factor in preventing me from losing my head are comics. Another check on the reading list! Just finished Hitman. About a hitman (duh), or assassin, in other words, who gets paid to kill mob bosses and those hoodlums. Not the most heart-warming story, I know, but besides the violence and some other negative content, I'd say it's a pretty good read. A really GUY book lah.

Inspirational stories and a sarcastic killer. What a match.

#148: Episodes (Part 2)

I think I'd do it so soon, but part 2 of the 'episodes' has come earlier than expected. Here is the continuation of the earlier suspenseful, thrilling tale. (yeah, right)

We ended our earlier tale of the eight (yes eight *grin*) year old, Hulk-possessed Cedric laying on his bed and dying. Well he didn't die. Not exactly. But it was close. Cuz approximately an hour later, (more like 10 minutes, but Cedric was getting bored) Mr. Samuel Lim arrived. And being THE Samuel Lim he is, he bent over to my bedside (I was gonna type 'fall over and die,' but I'd prefer not for Samuel to fall over me) and just 'curiously inquired' whether I was okay or not. He thought I was sick and wanted to get the camp nurse, but I somehow convinced him I was okay. (Phew, that was close)

A combination of being pissed, emo, pissed. Did I say 'pissed' yet? Well anyway, that combo somehow resulted in me getting pretty restless (surprise surprise). I reached for my pencil box that lay on the bed shelves, and opened it in the hope of finding something to entertain me in my trying 'tribulation' of boredom.

And as I lay my eyes on my eraser, my moment of truth approached.

The evil, scheming genius was birthed in me at that very moment. Not only had I found a past-time, I got a revenge scheme. (whoa whoa whoa) Poor Mr. Irritating.
Immediately I emptied the pencil box and started vigorously rubbing the eraser in the pencil box, resulting in me collecting a pretty generous amount of eraser 'shavings.' (Oh yeah, baby) So I jollily skipped over to the little man's bed. (This is when you go 'Oh no.' And I go 'Oh yes.') And with the glee that finally overcame me for once since a good period of time, I dumped the shavings under his blanket.

And that's the tale I have to tell. Whether he had a bad night's sleep I'm not sure. But the evil genius evolved and eventually ended up as what I am now. For better or worse? I dunno.

Call me wicked, but the people I've told this story to, according to them, was pretty funny. Don't get me wrong here, I wasn't boasting about my evil escapades, it was just an unconscious 'confession' that Crystal found funny and made me tell some other people.

Oh yeah! I almost forgot. To make this blog post all the more interesting, here's a picture! (Though it's a little late)


The pot-belly's a little exaggerated, but this is what Samuel Lim looked something like. And I bet you still haven't watched The Simpsons Movie. Loser.


Okay okay. The next time I'll do a story in which I actually embarrass myself.

#147: Episodes (Part 1)

If you haven't noticed, some of the bloggers have sacrificed their dignity and humbly enlightened readers with an embarrassing story that happened to them at some period of their life. It's actually a 'deal' a group of us made: to someday blog about an embarrassing occurrence, which eventually led to a massive amount of emailing and spam-ation of my Inbox. And since, yes, I admit it, I'm part of them, I've decided to keep true to my word, despite being a day late, and share with you a jolly tale, of how I looked like a fool. A rare moment indeed, so read on.

What epic story should I enchant you with? Shitting in my pants when I was young, running and slipping on the wet bathroom floor- Those tales are all too normal. So I've chosen to tell you a story I've kept a secret all my life until a few months ago, when I shared it with my siblings and got them cracked up. And then the tale spread to Min and Elselyn, and now between the five of us, it's still untold. It's an embarrassing story, you bet. Embarrassing, or more like pitiful, for the other character, that is.

Yes, the story starts now. I was eight, and I looked something like this.

Pictures make a blog post more interesting. And go watch the Simpsons!

So moving on. I went for my first children's camp, staying in a dorm with other boys my age. In the dorm we did the usual stuff, like making beds. And being eight (and not having the best physical coordination), we took quite 'awhile' to get our beds fixed, all neat and proper. And so it turned out that each of our beds were our magnum opus, our prized possession. Something we all were proud of making ALL BY OURSELVES. (Big deal right, girls? This is male thing, anyway)

On one of the camp days, the tiniest, more irritating, fussiest (you get the point) dorm member was running around and in the process messed my bed up. (the is the part where you cover your mouths and say 'Oh no!') And being eight, another 'dis function' we possessed was an uncontrollable temper. (Ask around- you'll never find a boy who has never had an outburst. Min should know) So I stormed up to the guy. And shouted at him.

"Why you mess up my bed for?!"

I mentioned he was the most irritating of us all right? Right. So he started cackling the most irritating laughter that could even make a girl pull out her beautiful locks. And being the I-have-anger-issues eight year-old I was, I grabbed his neck. (This is the part you start pitying him) And started shaking his whole body with my hands around his neck. I didn't squeeze it. I think.

Then he knelt over and breathed his last breath.

Gotcha!

Note: No irritating boys were harmed in the making of this story. Instead, Mr. Irritating started cackling again and just ran off as if nothing happened.

I was still fuming (I think the other boys could see steam coming out of my ears) when the little man returned. With a teacher. (If you're new to this blog, welcome! I am scared of children's church teachers! Ask the regular readers) And tears more powerful than Niagara Falls were pouring down his face. (We should have given him an Oscar for the performance) So the teacher politely enquired (not really),

"Who made this boy cry?"

And all the honest, stubby fingers of the seven year old boys pointed to the notorious, I-make-neat-beds Mr. Cedric. Dude, I was ten times more pissed than Min could ever be. (If you haven't noticed, Min is always pissed at something/someone *haha*) Mob bosses and Chinese gangsters would have avoided me during that moment. So being the eight year old I was, I humbly received the teacher's lecture, apologized to the boy, hugged him, and continued camp in perfect harmony.

Dude! I was seven! Seven year olds are stubborn, stubborn, AND stubborn! And up until now, I have this stubborn rebellious streak in me. So I refused to say sorry to the irritating boy, and even refused to go up to the hall for the next session. So I sulked and emo-ed in the dorm. Alone. I was Mr. Stubborn, Pissed, and Emo at the same guy. (and that would make me Mr. Stubbissmo?)

Then I lay down and breathed my last breath.

If you fell for that I'd assume you're a robot who can't do the 'insert alphabets here' thing whenever you sign up for any account thingy. But the reason I did that is because this story will pretty lengthy. And I've just finished the introduction. (Okay, I'm only around half way through) So I'll save the climax for the next time the bloggers do their second 'episode' of stories. Until then, keep pitying the boy.

#146: Simpsons Cracked... Me Up!

The Simpsons Movie has officially replaced Wild Hogs as the movie I laughed most at. The slapstick, stupidity, and trademark Simpsons-ness had got me all cracked up. You need to watch it NOW!

And I feel like spoiling the movie by telling you the wickedly hilarious parts. Muahaha. I'll spare you. For now.

#145: Videos Are For Watching

Great news! For me at least. I've just found an awesome YouTube account that does animation stuff and all. And they have some pretty funny videos. Check this one out!



Btw, if you forgot, videos are for watching. (Don't think I dunno you've skipped my Smosh and Sherwood vids)

And watch this. It's pretty catchy.



Be thankful I only gave you two vids to watch.

#144: I Hear Homer Calling...

I'm so game for The Simpsons Movie. The cartoon that I only watched when my cousins from England came down cuz mum didn't want me to watch 'adult comedies.' The simple-yet-funky drawings, the I-sound-like-something's-stuck-up-my-nose characters, and the 'drama.' What's not to love?

And because boredom got the better of me, I played around with their Simpsons Avatar Creator. Here are some hilarious ones I created of some friends. (even Switchfoot played around with this avatar creator)*grin*


Because it's my blog, I get one. (Ignore the ugly pants and shoes, you can't change that)


Isaac Ravi. Anything to do with drawing or cartoons and he's in, thanks to his sexy face. (If you haven't noticed, the avatars are a little 'exaggerated.')

Crap. Turns out I can't really make anymore avatars cuz they don't have Malaysian features. And the female avatars are hideous. So this will be all.

Oh, and I wanna watch Rush Hour 3 too!

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