No one dares to challenge me all this while. And last Friday, this boy from Klang, clearly didn't know who he was challenging with. But oh well, at least he learnt not to simply dare me again.

It was just a simple game, origami. He first showed me his paper crab which he took 30mins to make.

Look like one of Star Wars warship to me...

He then challenged me to make a giraffe. I took least than a minute to create one, and Ta Da..

18 minutes later, he showed me his giraffe.

More like a Llama..

love letter~

miss you..
miss you...
miss you....

guess what??
i am still missing you.....



:)

missing someone...

i miss you!!!:)
miss you everyday without fail!!!:)

Getting Ready For Christmas

More updates bout Christmas is coming up! Just wait!

for the sake of updating

No time to update my blog. There's more to just facing the computer for long hours either in Facebook or Blogger, do something like having a cinema in your car.

Anyway, here's a really funny video. Enjoy.

He Heals.

After a rapid recovery for my back, Shaun and Louis decided to give it a try too! Louis with his right arm feeling numb for months and Shaun with his slip disc problem. I didn't want to post this at first but because I lost to Shaun in table tennis 5-1, he leave me with no choice.

WARNING : IMAGES BELOW MIGHT BE a little DISTURBING.

Long lost father and son.

Shaun before the pain, trying to resist from screaming out.

When the pain is out of control...

AArrrhhhh!!

AArrhhhh! Kill him now!! AArrhhh!!

AArrhhh! I'm not a spartan!! AArrhhh!

AArrhhh!! I'm going to kill you for this, anthony.. AArrhhh!!

This Is Funny!!

I don't know bout you, but I laughed for good 5 minutes. Haha!

Basketball Kills

It was one fine Saturday morning, as usual, we run around the court, shoot some hoops and lots of jumping involved. But well, for Ben, jumping is not his favourite move, nor running. But he's good at standing still and waiting for the ball to come rolling to him.

Everything was fine until one point when I jumped, my lower back hurts. I thought it was nothing, just a mosquito bite or maybe Aaron pinched me during the game. But it got worse. By the time I reached home at night, I walked like a 70+ woman who just got elbowed by a muscular dude from behind. When I sleep at night, it was the worst! hardly sleep that night.

So the next day, I decided to...

It was freaking pain when this old uncle rubbed my back. Feel like pushing him to the ground and take the bottle from his hand and smash it on his forehead. But that didn't happened of course. Pain means good. Pain means healing.

And now, this is what I have to take every 9 in the morning and 9 at night. Uncle said the black pills make one invincible. Uncle also said many martial art people used to order from him. When I asked for names, he looked at me for 5 seconds and said, ... "many."

Reasons Why I Dislike Snooker

1. They have stupid names.

2. They don't mean what they said.

3. They took away the excitement in my friend's life.

Lydia: "You have a natural cocky face"

I was shocked when she said this. In fact she didn't said "cocky", she used "lan ci" to describe me. I was like, what? me? cocky face? C'mon, I'm everything but cocky.

It all happened that night we were in Old Town, I phewiitt-ed the waiter and asked for the bill. He nodded. Walked back to the counter casually then turned back, took 5 steps and put his hands behind his buttock and said, "Twenty one ringgit and forty five cents." followed by a smile. And all I did was just looked at him and said, "We asked for the bill, can we see the bill? Thank you :) :) :) :)"

Then Lydia added, "Anthony, you are so mean. You have a natural lan ci face". It still bothers me till today. So I decided to blog this and let my readers to decide whether or not, I have a cocky face.

I mean, me. Of all people, me. I have to cocky face. Its totally way out from the truth. I define the word "humility". I'm the down to earth kind of guy.

Oxford gave the meaning for humility as "the quality or condition of being humble; modest opinion or estimate of one's own importance, rank, etc. "
It's as if they are mentioning my name in the Oxford dictionary for that word.

I've checked my background, starting from my great grandparents. All of them are humble. Well maybe, my grandma wasn't such a humble person. If my grandma was there with us that night, and that waiter mention the price instead of showing us the bill when we asked for it, my grandma will swing her heavy right arm and eventually cause serious damage to the poor boy's pi pi. He should thank God that my grandma is praising Jesus in Heaven now.

So I don't have a cocky face. Is just my principle. When I ask for something, I expect for that something, not something else.

So readers, you decide, ok? Whether I'm HUMBLE (choose this) or naturally own a cocky face.

Let tell you the scenario again if you forgotten why Lydia said I have a cocky face. It's a scenario almost similiar to what really happened.

We went to Old Town. Sat down. Opened the menu. The waiter was ready to take our orders. And..

Anthony: "Erm, what do you recommend? What's good to eat here?"
Smiling Waiter: "Today is Monday"
Anthony: ...
Lydia: You have a natural cocky face, Anthony.

Readers, the power is in your hand. Vote today!





ps: ik houd van u

I'm Famous

I was clearing my room this morning, and I found this.. Me in The Star paper.

I'm evolving??

From the title itself, you all should know that I'm gaining weight again. Getting fatter everyday. No motivation to exercise. Getting stress from work. I need to have some fun! Some outdoor activities! kayaking, a basketball game, wall climbing or anything as long as it's outdoor!

And and, I'm planning to have table tennis game every Thursday night. Whoever is interested, call me. We'll have it in my condo or Endah Villa, Sri Petaling. Okay? I'm still searching for a worth it opponent. So call or SMS me!


Next Update: What my sis bought for my 22nd birthday.


ps: I'm thinking of you :)

Next Update Soon

Sorry peeps, been very busy working lately so no time to update just yet. In the mean time, do watch the Olympics! I promise I'll update soon!



PS: I've found a wonderful girl!

Grow Old And Fat

I remember there was this night, at David's house, chilling. 5 half naked guys in a small pool. Out of a sudden, Jhim said, "This is life lar guys, this is life. When we are old next time, we will all have big stomach and we'll just sit down and relax."

And the rest of us were like, "Yeaaahh man, totally.."

I really think of that in the future, old and fat, enjoying life. Until I saw this guy today at Sunway Pyramid. From then onwards, I told myself to keep fit till I die.

Caught him pampering himself with Ogawa. You'll see Jhim like that in the future.

And this is the part when this big guy caught me. He woke up. Must be my camera sound la.

I love you sayang. You're different from them. You're the special one.

Commercial

Stephen Chow's San Miguel Beer



This is a better one, I think..



Pepsi Ad

The Secret To Be A Millionaire

Have you ever come across books like, "10 Simple Steps To Be Rich", "Rich Dad Poor Dad", "Get Out Of Rat Race Today" and many more. All of them have the common thing, all this authors want the whole world to be as rich as them. They are so kind hearted, so eager to see millionaires in the street. By that they publish books after books, held seminars across the nation, and maybe some have their own Q&A blog for the public. All these, to help us.

Every now and then, you walk into MPH, Borders, Popular and Kinokuniya, you see the usual things, people queuing up to pay their books, children sitting on the floor near the children's section, geeks got hooked in the manga section and imaging that they are the main character with the orange hair holding a huge blade cutting demon's head into half, cool dudes leaning against the "Literature" bookshelves reciting love poems, old man at the magazine corner who turn and turn the 2d picture of a bikini woman and hope that there's a slight chance that it is 3d.

And all of sudden you come across a section, red carpeted just for you. Posters of the new book, "Get Rich Now" on your left and right, some hanging on the ceiling, and brochures on the floor. You are impressed, they use the right colours and lights, create the a special section just for that atmosphere and the best part, pictures of the author smiling with his chin resting on his right hand and he's looking at you no matter where you turn. You turned the book around, RM189.90 on the price tag, you cursed. Then you read the synopsis, and it seems like the book understands your financial situation and want to help you. And you're now facing the crucial question every man faces, to buy or not to buy. As you're thinking, you saw this "Buy now and get yourself a 20% off!" and you start asking yourself, "Tsk, I don't know...". Then you saw this, "FOR THE 1st 200 CUSTOMERS ONLY". Then you find yourself paying at the counter.

The thing is, when you got home with the book you just bought, they are telling the same old thing as all those get rich books are telling you, maybe just in a different way but the key points are the same. And you wonder what's the secret to be rich. You did everything they taught you in the book, you followed every steps they said. Oh well, maybe there's one thing you didn't really followed them exactly. They have the book and you don't. So you see how this things work? They are telling you to publish your own book on how to be rich and teach others your secret. All in one book. With a catchy title, perfect lighting and colours, the right atmosphere and a reasonable price that people will buy for a secret. You'll see your books becoming the "BEST SELLER" in a week. And that's how you'll be rich. And that's the real secret behind all those books.

Update

Well, here's an update that everyone is waiting for from me.

Where I went?
Melaka. Work. Even though some days I'm free, but I still have to find something to work. I have to be a workaholic to gain favor from someone.

What's up with me?
Lots of things happened recently. Firstly, I met a girl, she's the one.
Secondly, things happened in work place, people soliciting my client. Not really performing in sales. Selling a RM10 sticker is a huge diff selling a RM500,000 property.

What's my plan?
Work. Work. Work. In the same time, get loan to continue my degree, then maybe change job.

What's my feeling now?
Depressed. Sad. Tired. Lost.


But I believe everything happen for a reason. Especially in work, I believe all these is God's plan to mold me to be a better person, to prepare me for bigger things to come. To shape me up for the real deal. Even at times, I can't take the pressure, and problems, obstacles, troubles keep coming at me, I'll stay strong for He had overcome the world (John 16:33). I'll stand still and know that He is God.

Contest #1

Yea, that's right. This is a contest. If you been to kennysia blog recently, you will know about the Mr Potato contest. This is something similar. Just that there's no sponsors like Mr Potato or anything. All the prizes will solely sponsored by me. This is just a small contest, so don't expect like a trip to Bangkok or Phuket. But I promise you, it'll be something similar.

The contest is basically very simple. It's a cross dressing contest. If you are a guy, you just have to dress up like a girl and if you are a girl, you have to dress up like a man. It's that simple. Contest end on 25 June 2008.

Send in your pictures to anthony0707@gmail.com.

Some very important rules are:

1) You have to wear a wig

If you are a guy, no wig, you are disqualified. I don't care how attractive you are but without a wig, you are out. The following picture is a very good example of not having a wig, looking attractive but still disqualified.

2) The person inside the picture must be you and not anyone else

You are not allowed to use your friend or anyone as your model. If you want to participate, you have to be the model.

There must be at least 10 entries before I pick the best 3. At the end of this contest, I'll post up the best 3 and you all will be my judges. Vote for your favourite. The one with the most votes will win.

And the winner will enjoy a day trip to Malacca. Food and drinks all paid for. All the food and drinks you can think of, chicken rice ball, beef ball noodle, pork satay, fried oysters, baba laksa, baba nasi lemak, Portuguese ikan bakar, Portuguese mango juice, satay celup, cendol and many more. Eat all you can.

Plus your own very personal tour guides. Unlike Kennysia, instead of just me being the tour guide. You will have 3 more. Me, Daniel, Aaron and Jhim will be your tour guides for that day. Trust me, it will be a very exciting trip for you.

And you are not going alone. You get to bring along a friend with you. 2 of you will be given RM100 for this trip, you can either use it for your petrol or buy something back from Malacca. Up to you.

So get up! Get your camera. Starting snapping pictures of yourself! Malacca, heaven of food is waiting!

Announcement

Come back to my blog tonight at 12am. There will be a contest. The annerny.blogspot.com first contest. Be excited.

Women Nowadays...

It was five in the evening in the heart of Kuala Lumpur. My car was just 3 inches behind a classic white Datsun, hand written "JJ 6821" on a cardboard hanging behind it's rusty back and 4 inches in front of metallic maroon Honda Accord. It was a Honda Accord 2.0 VTi with 2.0 liter R-series SOHC i-VTEC engine to be exact! To be more specific, the driver was a lady. In her late twenties I guess. A high power kind of businesswoman with a pair of very attractive eyes I would say. And ya, how about the Datsun driver you might ask. Never mind him. He is not the one I was distracted to anyway.

It was those KL's traffic jam where your car moved from point A to point B (10meters) in just, oh well, not that long, just a good 15minutes. If your bladder is full and ready to explode anytime on its own just like mine, you can double the time duration. Traffic was moving very slowly and eventually it came to a complete stop (hallelujah!). And it was the time when you can do nothing, absolutely nothing but check your message inbox, sing along with Mr Michael Buble, "Come FLY With Me" and occasionally check out Miss Mysterious Eyes in her Accord. There she was, blowing her fingernails, making calls, giggle and admiring her own nails again and again.

She was the polite and rich girl I assumed. The soft spoken type. The cover-her-mouth-when-laughing type. But I wonder how in the world she get her Accord, brand new. From her rich daddy or her rich sugar daddy? Or maybe she bought it with her own hard earned money? Fine. Let say she bought it, and I'm driving a Kenari which I borrowed earlier today. I'm jealous.

In a couple of minutes, the lane next to me started moving. I tried everything I possibly could to get into that lane, but nobody was willing to let my small car squeeze in. I had my left signal on, I was smiling and waving, I was holding up money, I was blowing kisses, I was doing everything, yet nobody even let me in.

Finally, a gentleman was kind enough to let me pull into the lane in front of him. I thought, "All right! At last I can get going!" But just as my car head pointing to that lane, the flow of the traffic in that lane stopped again, and I had to slam on the brakes. Meanwhile, my previous lane, the white Datsun, started moving! And there we go, now we have another jackarse in Kenari blocking the traffic again. The soft spoken lady I was stalking earlier, honking and and grumbling away in her car. The best part, I was honoured to judge her newly painted finger nails. No, check that. her finger NAIL. Oh, you see, she only showed me a finger, the longest one among the five. The middle one. All I can say is, it was very well manicured.

I reached home 7pm. I went straight to my toilet before saying "Hi" to my mum.

I'm An Orge

It leaked out accidentally. Out of my control. It came out with a sharp Piiuuutt (slightly louder than Woon Bing's). I felt the eyes of the Old Town Kopitiam customers shift to me. Lips stopping at midsentence. Heads turning. Crystal glass hit the ground with a loud cling. Pigeons flying off, unfortunately those that were underneath my chair, passed out.

I seriously don't know that it was from me until those hatred eyes were upon me. As if i did a terrible thing. I normally control my farts, but this time, ...rare. No warnings were given to me. So you can't blame me and maybe because of the 2 days constipation, the smell is stronger this time than those usual ones, unbearable.

But why those stares? I'm sure everyone farts. Either in public or during shower. Just because it's a fatman farting so I deserve to be criticised? It's really sad, last time when I was much slimmer, whenever I fart, people will run towards me just to get their part of blessing from me. Now that I'm 94kg and farts, I look like a bad ogre that scares people off. Reality hurts. Now I know how it feels to be fat. Laughed by friends, rejected by society and arse treated as punching bag for those poor children whose parents can't afford to buy them toys!

I need help. I want to be me again. Help.

I don't wanna be like him

Just came back from Malacca few hours back. I wasn't really in a good mood today. Things happened. My family is having a problem now, stressed from work especially from my lady boss, problem in relationship. The worst part is when people talk bad about you, really bad things which pulls you down. For that moment, you believe what they said is true and you feel bad about yourself too. I was like that for the past 3days. I wanted to call someone but I told myself my friends are most probably too busy, so in the end I didn't talk to anyone. Until just now, called up one of FORMX and I really feel good after that. I mean when the world is all against me, I'm glad I have him by my side, who stood beside me all this while. Who is there when I need him. He cheered me up.

"People might say things or even look down on you

but don't forget you have us (Formx)

who is always by your side no matter what happens"

- Tan Teck Jhim

Gain Weight With Anthony

After posting how I gained 19kg, I received many calls. They all asked the same question, they all have the same problem I had. They are going through what I've been through, skinny and small. And now, they have found their weight management instructor. You don't need herbalife to gain 2 miserable pounds in 4weeks anymore. I'll teach you how to save your hundreds and increase your weight in just 1 week.

Here's my usual meal schedule, follow them and I guarantee you'll be Mr Incredible in no time.

Breakfast:

1. 1 pack of nasi lemak (tambah nasi and tambah kuah manyak manyak)
2. Char Kuey Teow

Brunch:

1. Fried Rice with sausages or nuggets

Lunch:

1. 1 Large Spicy Mcdeluxe Set Meal (don't forget your apple pie for dessert)
2. 1 KFC Dinner Plate

Tea Time 1:

1. A dozen J.CO donuts (Big Apple if no J.CO nearby)

Tea Time 2:

1. RM3 pisang goreng and RM2 curry puff

Dinner:

1. Bak Kut Teh with 8 bowls of rice.

Dinner 2:

1. Mcflurry

Supper:

1. 1 Roti Bom and 1 Roti Kosong

Important note: Always remember to lie down after every meal.

Impossible Is Nothing

THEN

7 months back, this was me..

NOW

Nothing is impossible..

Fei Chai

Three months working in Malacca, I gained experience. Its not easy to sell a property but the challenge is there. Rather than just sit in the office from 9 till 5, this is much more exiting. I get to meet bosses, chat with them over a cup of coffee, get their contact and the next thing I know, I'm their new friend.

Three months working in Malacca, I also gained 19kg!! Now I'm officially fat. I was 73kg back in KL, 3 months later, I'm 92kg! I'm extremely fat now. I think its karma la, I used to laugh at big size guys and now I'm one of them. My chest used to stand tall, firm and proud of themselves. Now, they are somehow moody, sad look and sagged. My six packs...sigh, now people refer it as belly. Not to mention end my huge arms, everytime when I lift either one of them, I sweat. Yes, I have a hard time lifting them, even for just 90degrees, believe it or not.

When I bathe, I can't even see my legs anymore, sometimes if I skip my dinner, then only can I see my toes. And here comes wearing socks time, I got to bend over, pressed against my belly, stretched my fat arms, reaching for my feet and trust me for that few seconds, I felt like giving up right there itself. I took 33 seconds to wear on one feet.

And there's a reason why you don't see me in FGA anymore. I have to attend a new church where no one knows me. My self esteem is all the way down. Even if you were to see me, you won't recognize me. I'm not the same skinny active Anthony anymore. Now I'm fat, lazy, clumsy and I love to eat. I eat a lot. 9 meals a day to be exact.

And it's just painful how people look at me now, they point fingers at the fat me, they laugh, they avoid me. Even my mum said I put on weight. But you know mothers, never say bad things bout their children. She said "you're chubby and cute mar, now we don't have to buy soft teddy bear for your nephew anymore, you'll be his toy, he'll love you more".

Too Gay For Backstreet Boys?

I find it gay going to BSB concert.

I'm not going.

I'm not going aka I'm not gay.

Aaron is going.

Update coming up! While waiting, spend 2minutes and pray for my grandpa can?

The Lord of the Ring 4 - One Fool To Rule Us All?

Guess who's who.
Put a cross on ROCKET this election.

Boo BN Boo!

Samy Vellu bought a new wig

Prayer Request

I never thought I would ask this. Every year I received SMS, phone calls, emails from friends asking me to pray for their loved ones for healing.

I think I need one favor from you now.

Just yesterday, my grandpa had been diagnosed with lung cancer, final stage. The tumor in his left lung is growing fast. Opa is having a hard time even just to lift up his left arm. Every time he raises his left arm, there's an extreme pain. He was supposed to have his grand birthday dinner this coming 23th. But I don't think the dinner will go on as planned.

So if you could just include my grandpa in your prayers (morning prayer, night prayer, meal prayer, or even when you're showering or driving) that will be great.

Its like those chain emails you received saying that for every person you to, you're actually donating $0.002 to the fund. I got a better idea than that, lets bombard heaven with our prayers, then there's no reason for God not to perform a miracle in my grandpa's life, right?

So please. Please pray for my opa. Please. Thank you.

Mahjong, his sport

In KLIA with his 3 naughtiest grandsons

Update Coming Up REALLY Soon

I know. I know. I'm lazy to update.
Yes, like other bloggers (Aaron, Daniel), I create this blog for my own glory.

And I promise, I promise, I'll update soon.
Nothing really happening in my life now.
But man, I am happy...

Happy for what? Call me out to find out.
I'm walking on cloud nine.