Delaqroux inc.

i’m not alone for i’m not the only one existing here,
but with all million others, though i aware their negligence,
I feel safe and secured but still not away from my fear,
Of extinction- of losing the very proof of my existence.

I know not my destination thus i just trailed behind,
Only making it furious- these voices in my mind.
Is this my life? Letting reality shape my destiny?
And let the black ink write its own entity?

No, I’ll erase it!
And i’ll rewrite it!
Worthless grandiose illusions- barely alive out i came
Lingering sense of existence- i’ll rewrite them the same
Meaningless imagination drives me to my goal
So give me a body, and i’ll drive the soul!

They claim that the life they live give them their life
But i believe those life are mirage- i see them transparent
I belive living this live proves that i am still alive
And standing here, with shadows beneath, coz i’m apparent

These feets are tired of trodding this same path,
And for not having my own, this life is fading fast,
This soul is screaming to find its own adventure,
And I’m sick of all these dates in this life’s calendar,

Yes, I’ll erase it!
And i’ll rewrite it!
Worthless grandiose illusions- barely alive out i came
Lingering sense of existence- i’ll rewrite them the same
Meaningless imagination drives me to my goal
So give me a body, and i’ll drive the soul!

Just a lil song i write with original concept from Asian Kungfu Generation’s original "Rewrite" song. All Right Reserved- Delaqroux 07

If you commonly hang out with me, you’ll notice how i kept saying that our KTM (Keretapi Tanah Melayu) isnt always that dependable. Well, it IS independable alright- and this time around, i got smack right in the middle of it. You might see this update on any November 24th news coz it occured exactly on the 23rd but, hey, one news aint any better than a first person narrator eh? So, Delaqroux inc Update Live! reporting for KTM went chaotic.

So, yep, i was merely hanging around in KL and (finally) decided to go home. Normally, i would take the bus from Pasar Seni to Selayang, but this time around, my mom, lil sis and i plan on going to Sungai Buloh from Central (my dad will fetch us from there back to Selayang) and the only way to get there is to take the ever-trusty KTM and so we did.

The wait was goddamn long! The train was supposed to arrive at around 6.34pm but an announcement was made that the 6.00pm train was cancelled. We had to wait another 20 minutes. At least, that’s acceptable but after 25 minutes had passed, another announcement was made that the train is cancelled (again) and we have to wait all the way til 7.01pm. By that time, the stop is getting more and more crowded than ever. i mean, of course, 2 delayed trains? I was starting to doubt that we will even get a chance to board the 7.00pm train and start suggesting for us to just use the normal bus straight back to Selayang. But at last, we stick around for the train.

Sure enough, when the train arrived, malaysians turned to savages. Screw queing, little kids or old ppl- all they could think of was getting their ass in the car.  Pathetic, i call it. I was carrtying a six year old kid with me- what with all the goddamn rammings? By that time, i got smack right in the middle of the crowd (literally) and thus, the crowd pushed me all the way inside the train. The ride was like hell. There were hardly any place to breathe, i was carrying a kid in my arms and no fucking one seemed to care on giving my lil sis some space or any seats! There was one girl who saw me with my lil sis and left her seat though, but one asshole just pushed everyone to the sides and took the seat for himself! Some other passengers got pissed and call that guy off to give up his seat but the guy just pretended not to hear anything and shut his goddamn eyes and sleep. Talk about corteous Malaysian huh? Moreover, I’m aint quite sure whether it is simply my imagination or the train seemed to be freaking slow! Seriously, it was like hell- and one serious crowded one!

Just when you were thinking that things cant get worse, the train suddenly came to a in the middle of the track from Bank Negara to Hentian Putra. That wasnt worse enough and passengers didnt really stir much. All of a sudden, the lights on the train went out. Only the emergency lights were on. Even worse, the air conditioner went off! And it was getting hot and harder to breathe (seriously, going minimal oxygen out there- creepy!). By 20 minutes, the passengers start trying to open up the train’s door to let some air in. Luckily they managed to and that was some slight relief (hail two heroic indian and malay guy!!). But then there was some announcement with a guy gasping for air on it telling us to close back the door and stay inside.

Well, the guy also mentioned that everything will be back to normal in 5 minutes so, the indian guy closed the door back. but, fter 15 minutes, we figured that 5 minute isnt really that convincing. Running out of air again (and by popular demand), the door was open once again. About 30 minutes later, some guys finally gave in waiting and hopped out. Well, i would have done the same considering my extremely limited petience level but guess i have lil sis and mom with me, cant do so much extraordinaires can i? But after a moment, the car we were in were almost cleared out as most ppl have went out. of course, finally getting some space to breathe is awesome but, hey, no point in staying. Figuring that the guys who went out must have moved towards the first car, we and some other passengers head forward. Sure enough, we met a guy in firefighter uniform and he was helping some people to get off the train. So, we did as well and thankfully, after a few minutes walk on the track, we reached Hentian putra station and thus, marked the end of our entrapped moment.

Too bad i dont have my camera phone by that time but too bad for KTM that i have a 6 megapixel camere with me!!! Nyahahahah!! KTM Payback time!! So, i took a few shots and it wasnt me alone but some newspapers crew were already in the scene. Obviously, by how i’m narrating this, it doesnt sound too awful- the trapped case and all but been there, whoo… talk about reliving moments of Dragon Head. Some people did passed out and was carried out on stretchers out of the train. But in any case, here’s a lil update aftermath.

Somehow, there werent any much of report on this KTM failure on the TV news. There was, in fact, but only a-less-than-20seconds broadcast. no, i mean it, no footage, no reasons, no explanation. Thbe newscaster simply said; "there was a KTM failure sementara earlier today" ("SEMENTARA"?? DUH!!??) "no one was injured and teh firefighting and medic team was on the scene".. Hmm.. what with the cover up?

Oh ya, contrasting the scene where people trapped in the train became helpful to each other all of sudden (considering that we are in malaysia, that’s pretty rare eh?), my phone was stolen.. again… @#$%! @#$%! @#$%!! @##$%%#$!!!!!!!!! And another last update, Star LRT was derailed exactly on the next day at 12.30pm. There was broadcast on the news this time around though but a short one neveertheless… hmmm…

It’s one of those time again when i cried out Delaqroux inc Update with my head so full of stuff that i kept thinking of a ridiculous "Delaqroux’s sink outbreak"… sigh.. no, seriously, it’s not a joke.

Well, and yes, it’s those times again where i got my head loaded with all sorts of stuff in just one short period that it’s driving me nuts. At first, i thought it’s some kind of an annual event (well, there’s this one period every year so i call it annual la) but this is not the first time for 2007. Hell..

In any case, lemme just list it down. First my MP3 player’s screen go crazy (crazy and colorful) all o sudden while i was in a elevator one time- that’s one Supernatural "high ghost’s EMP alert @ incoming ghost n someone gonna die" effect (watch Supernatural season one and two and you’ll get what i mean. Downloads available in Daryl’s external drive btw). Anyways, gonna get the repair in Low Yatt before the warranty period’s up. Second, i lost my phone (few months back- read previous previous punya blogpost) and got it replaced with a nokia 2100- w00t! no colour screen! oldskooool!!! Gotta start using some savings for a new phone.. hmm.. what model..? Third, which is also the bigass one so far, my laptop suddenly go *poof*- total shutdown, babY.. and that’s not a good thing ecspecially when i forgot to make backups of al the file inside. Oh ya, another shutted down electronic stuff; another Supernatural effect baby!.. and yes, that’s not good as well. Fourthly, still about my phone; the screen is going haywire (talk about life being super repititive) too- some parts of the screen is not visible (third Supernatural-sih effect! w00t). At times, only half of the screen can be visible but not the other half (cue for y’all to shout a loud "DUUUH??" at me). So, i went to ask bout the prob in some shop and you know what they say?- "Get a new one la bro". Oh ya, right, why havent i think of that. Thank you Mr. Shopkeeper and go @#$% yourself if you’d please? Ahem, fifthly, its about me and my tshirt printing+selling project. Thought i can use my newly acquired stenciling art and get some tshirt printed with cool drawings and sell em for some bucks but nope, cant seem to find plain white Ts (no, @#$% Delillah. Nothing to do with that) and no plain Ts means no printing and no printing means no money for Darkie. Sixthly, it’s the finale exame resultes due… TODAY!! ok, being a guy from the baka group study, we tend not to worry too much of exam results. Of course, asal cukup makan udah la, but in someway i DO wan to score this time around. I mean, if i get cukup makan again, someone who’s a royal pain in ass just gonna go major boasting sensation again. This result will determine who will get shut up for the rest of the course year. Damn.. pressures.. pressures… Seventhly, its the Bodyglove T-shirt designing competition where Adam’s shirt design and mine a.k.a our hope to earn instant cash (and not to mention; body glove vouchers and designing employment) are all inside my laptop and thus, i cant submit them entries! It’s all race against the clock here. Gonna get my laptop fix tommorow and i’m gonna post those submits before 30th! Dang.. race against the time!!!

So, that’s almost all of it. Still have sum more up here **points at head** but thats all than can come to me for now.. Any suggestions, encouragements, gambatte-neh anyone?

Thanks to Mr. Aslam Khan and his renowned tendency of stealing people’s freedom, promising big bucks for it and later, sweet talking people on how big bucks is nothing compared to experience coz there werent any big bucks in the first place; this blog post was made and thus marked another Delaqroux inc. Update!

A few weeks ago (months actly), Mr. Aslam caught me off guard (again) and dragged me into this little Kindergarten English Camp to be among a group of IPBArian facilitators. Facts were later obtained that we were to facilitate a Kindergarten English Camp (am i repeating myself?)  of around 400 kids (yes, undeniably, a "what the @#$%" it was). He did mentioned that there will be payment for the job- An rm2000 to be split up for all 30 of us. Sounds like a good deal and thus, volunteered i to the Reading activity team… In any case, yep, this paragraph is actually the annoying backtracking introductory part of a story, so, let’s just cut to the chase aight?

After some brainstorming (which was more to long and gruelsome coz our reading activity cant seem to be able to come up with any activity), we decided that we will conduct a storytelling + reading activity for the kids. Original ideas was particularly easy, just borrow some books from the ELTC library and read them up with the kids. Nevertheless, to actually borrow books for 400 kids may seem impossible (and, Shen-Ann’s idea of photocopying books as handouts will just make college students out of kindergarten kids- decide to never take up reading forever) so, backup plan; if we cant find enough (in term of quantity and size) books;- WE MAKE EM!

Trust me; the idea sound simple than it seem. Cant really describe how gruelsome it was to come up with 10 copies of large books- all handmade! It was like doing something simple (writing down the text, drawing out pictures, coloring and binding them) but it’s all repititive that it became worse than a nightmare. Imagine sucking one candy in your mouth- easy, but hundreds altogether!!?? …ohkayy.. you get the picture. Yet again, perhaps, the work took longer than expected due to our lack of teammates- Naveen had to take early leave everynight and Shen-Ann.. well, she was there at first but she had to leave on the next few days. So that just leaves me and Ad (lolz. "Ad" for "Adelynn"- cool flick huh?). In any case, we managed to get it all done in the end, 10 copies perfectly book-ified (…shut up! it’s my blog! i can use any words that I want!)

Still, till the last day before the camp, we never actually get the confirmation on the exact number of kids who will be there… and it turned out; there will only be around 100 and we only need 6 of them copies.. (Adam’s annoying "whattatwist" exclamation here). @#$%%$(#&*#$@!!!!!!!

Moving on, we arrived to Chong Min Kindergarten in Jinjang and thus, directly began the camp. Got all freaked out at first though as RJ, who was suppposed to lead us in facilitating this Kindergarten ENGLISH camp, suddenly appeared in front of the kids and parents and delivered her welcome speech in Chinese! HELL! It’s Chinese speaking community outthere and seriously, helping the first aerobic and exercise activity was totally traumatizing! First of all, there were 100 over scared kids who basically, not quite sure what are we saying. Next, there was this line-up of parents by the playfield’s sideline, looking at us as if all of us are prisoners on some service work. In any case, i managed to move myself little by little to the center of the playfield and soon, i somewhat told myself that the parents cant see me ^^;

Then, comes the less traumatizing part where my team of 5- me, Din, Irrina, Nad and Niza were to lead 22 kids for our next in-class activity. Finally, away from the parents.. whew.. our class was a little hectic when the kids finally got a bit too comfortable with us. The storybook reading was ok.. ‘cept for that some of them were more interested in making noises and bullying Din. For the rest of the activities, it was more chaotic than ever! By that point of time, there were way too comfortable with us and soon enough, i, too was bullied by the kids (and they even go tug-a-war with each other for my precious cap… T_T).. Seriously, i’m still wondering how we actually lived through that..

But cool thing was, they start calling me by "kor kor" (and, yes, Din as an out-of-context "leng chai") and somehow, that was a lil sweet of they all. I mean, 20 kids around you and they start to call you by a cute pronoun (at least for me la- call me jakun if you want. Dun care oso! blek!). Some of them even offered me their breaktime meal for me. At that moment, all i can say was "KAWAAAAIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!"

Finally, by the end of the camp and all the kids had left, we all got our payment. Unfortunately, minus this and that from the payment of rm2000, all of us just received rm55 each.. Bleh.. As usual, Mr. Aslam went to that pep talk mode again.. something like **imitating Mr. Aslam-ish deep, (kononnya) romantic voice** "It’s the experience that counts. You can get all the money you want in the world but you wont be able to buy this first-hand experience with that money".. blah.. blah.. ok ok.. so, i have to admit, i love the experience, mr. Aslam and i dont care much bout how much money i received ardy.. bleeeeeh…

Well, last word, if there will be another camp such as this again in the future, i guess i’ll volunteer myself (to get caught off guard by Mr. Aslam) again.. ^^

And this time, i wanna make this update shoutout specially for Lucille-sempai, the (self-proclaimed) best Cohort 4 senior in IPBA. So.. *Clears throat* Ladies and gentlemen, this is another Delaqroux Inc. Tribute made specially by your host, Dark A. Delaqroux.

So, basically, Lucille (pronounced as Loo-sie’-ll :p) is another IPBArian which i prefer to consider to be among those of "unexpected meeting". I still wonder whether any of us, me or Lucille, noticed the existence of the other. Yet, i remember once that Lee dragged me off my seat while i was in library just to show me a random someone who is reading my blog. If i remember clearly, i think that was Lucille. So, first encounter? Yep, maybe. Nevertheless, we really really knew each other only after the AMND play. Yep, playing Thisby and wearing Thisby’s dress during the photoshooting session really put me in a sitting duck position for public attention. Guess i caught Lucille’s as well that time. At that time- and for a small period of few weeks afterwards- Lucille know me as Thisby. On my side, i know her as one of the most happening sempai i ever known (that is, if i ever known any other lar). She practically is the total cheerful type who laughed at almost all of my joke (and, at times, blur-ness), notices all of our spoken English grammatical errors, a fan and a free promoter for Delaqroux Inc Updates, ridiculously fanatic Jay Chou fangirl (i mean, seriously, that new Jay’s polka-ish song is annoying- but, she loved it) etc. etc.

Still, Lucille’s going to be flying to Wellington in a few weeks from now; kinda make me regret not knowing her sooner than after the AMND play’s photoshooting session despite the fact that she is a Cohort 4 sempai and have been with us for almost a year and a half. Just two days ago, me, Lee, Gracie and Adam (yes, it’s supposed to be "Grace, Adam, Lee and I"… i know, Lucille) accompanied her to KL Sentral for her KLIA train as she was leaving for her hometown in Sarawak. Well, i dunno but let’s just say she managed to hit one of my ultimate weakness during her departure; seeing a cool, cheerful buddy cry. I dunno. Maybe i was a lil scared. We went emo for a little moment and at that time, i maintained my cool by keep telling myself that i can (actually, "might") see her again for a short while one month later when IPBA reopens. But, that moment struck me with a bit of a scary thought as well; how am i supposed to cool myself down if i can only see her again after whole straight two years when she flies for Wellington next year. Hell.. i hate partings even for just a short while.. and i’m not good at not being too emo even in front of people.. lolz. Maybe i should start preparing for the worst…

In any case, Lucille is one of the coolest buddy i ever made in IPBA even if its just for a short while. Well, if Lucille-sempai decide that she will still remain a fan of this blog even after she leaves for Wellington, i hope this tribute can represent how Delaqroux Inc Update appreciates her presence for all this while as one of the greatest friend for all this blogger can ever have.

Dark A. Delaqroux
-Tribute to best sempai (14th Nov ‘07)-
"I is using correct grammar in this blogs post" :p

I love coffee coz coffee makes me happy. In the contrast of most people who claim that they are perfectly normal, i am extremely addicted to coffee, as a matter of fact. But the problem is; overdosage of caffeine equals to one drunk Dark who is high and too happy as well as restless. In fact, I nearly passed out one time right before the SPM exam when i loved to drink coffee too much that i become energetic although i’m tired. It’s called imsomniac, i think. That’s what Shen-Ann said; to have happy times at night = imsomniac. No, not sex. They’re different. Sex makes you happy but the very exercise itself does not limit to nightime only. In other words, you can have sex anytime you want. This is a fact that, basically, the world does not seem to approve (yet)- you can do sex anytime, anyplace. However, various effort have all been focused by many individuals to instill the message that sex IS versatile and flexible. For example, according to Ashlee Simpsons (2006) "You make me wana LahLah in the kitchen, on the floor" clearly states that sex is not limited to bedrooms. To put things more specifically for simple-minded people’s understanding, imsomniac is the umbrella term while sex is under imsomniac and its more specific. In another word, sex can be a form of imsomniac but imsomniace is not sexy. Aside to that, some people hate coffee. According to past research, coffee contains high acidic value which might appear to be unpleasant for gastric patients. Similarly, the animosity of gastricians (people who are and self-proclaim to be gastric patients) towards coffee is almost on a similar level too the prejudice of garlic by vampires. If we are to elaborate this facts, vampires should all die as their existence brings tremendous negative impacts towards Malaysia and Thailand’s garlic export business. Additionally, the fact on why vampires hate garlic so much is still unknown. However, through close observation on massive garlic plantation in Sabah and lame vampire based movie such as Dracula and Macbeth, vampires possess a mirror version of skin cells known as cloroplas found in green veggies like spinach, lettuce, and ladies’ fingers. Before i proceed with my explanation, allow me to clear up some inevitable perplexion you might have. Macbeth IS a vampire movie. A scene which transparently potrays this claim is when Macbeth claim that he can still feel the blood in his hands after he liquify (an euphimism term for "stab the living daylights out of someone") the king. Eventhough his nonsical gibberish was filled with regret, fear and emo-ness, he is, disturbingly, enjoying it- according to William Shakespeare, the man behind Macbeth himself. Regardless to all those and back to the Garlic-Vampire story; vampires, henceforth, constantly doing a counter-photosyntesis effect briefly named as unphotosyntesis, where, unlike plants who grows healthier with the right amount of sunlight, vampires turns into a type of solid substance in large amount according to the body-mass of the vampire beforehand instead. Besides that, vampire hate cross, suggestively hypothizing why "vampire" is not spelled with a "t" as in "vampiret" (pronounced as vam-pirate). However, as how terrorism can be defined as "violence or other harmful acts commited against civilians" (Britannica, 2006), vampires are not terrorists although, vampires do commit act of terror towards civilians. The explanation is apparent, terrorist is spelled with the letter "T". As further elaboration; vampires are not terrorist likewise with George W. Bush and Saddam Hussein. Nonetheless, Tony Blair might be. Even so, it is highly selfish if we are to simply finalize everything spelled with T are terrorists.

In a nutshell (which is spelled with a "T" but clearly not and cannot be terrorists), drinking coffee is undeniably not wrong. Yet, the countercultural community group of coffee haters should not be discriminated as they themselves, similar to vampires, are not terrorist nor are they spelled with the letter "T"

p/s: try analyzing this blog post critically and analytically (if there is such word, that is) and you will find out that i am not drunk- just pissed. -Dark A. Delaqroux ‘07 "Happy Halloween!" ^^-