Relapse

Tidbits: Life is a series of pulls back and forth


There's a known sense of familiarity living the moment.
This feeling.
Foreign, but familiar.


Could it be a relapse?
A repeat worthy of the devil's sneer.
When you fall prey into the envious fire burning within.
Seize, see and feel.
How grief is masked by illiterate temptations.
Stop and stare.
See the dainty choice to free thyself from mindless exploit.
The fulmination of repute.

Stop. Stop.


Thou shalt not waltz the circular dance of emotions once again.
Release. Not rewind.

Yet I'm only human.

Racing Till The End of the Tunnel

Tidbits: Gossiping is like building castles in the air. Silly, has no basis yet people enjoy it because everyone wants to live in a castle in the air. Talk about fairytales.





I think I'm in my I-Need-to-Go-to-Prague mood again. There are lots of things to think about (or at least I make myself think about) that I have this little wish to be Dr. Frankenstein's next experiment. Here, take my brains!





But it's really kind of ironic. If you've noticed the change in my blog's title, it's no longer "Self Service". Yes, The Aficionado of Life- passion, energy, positivity and everything good in life. Haha, this sounds like some concoction to make the Powerpuff Girls. Yes, and I shall not allow myself to be shifted to the dark side. Life is good. Now, can I have my brains back?

Such invasion of privacy.

Anyway, aficionado(uh-fish-yuh-nah-doh) is Spanish. Why aficionado? Because French is over rated. I mean 'enthousiaste' looks like the spelling of a person who didn't even make it through pre-school, or some reject from 'Are You Smarter than a 5th Grader?'

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I don't think I'll be updating much until my final exam ends. Nothing much to talk about anyway. The death of the Teoh dude doesn't entice me to write anything at all. After Altantuya, are there even any elements of surprise left? Tsk, political play. What goes behind closed doors? Nobody really knows. Though I always had the impression that skeletons were behind closed doors. Hehehe.

Oh yes! Primary school libraries have really lousy book filtering systems. My 9 year old brother borrowed some book with the title,

"PANDUAN BERCINTA & BERDATING"

Yes, you can go wtf now. What could be worse? Ah, nothing much...except that the whole book uses darn Rempit language.



And here we are trying to reduce teenage pregnancies.

Reptile Mania and its Maniacs

Tidbits: Sometimes life can become too much too handle. My current philosophy in life- laugh it all away. Simple really, once you get past the part that prevents you from actually doing it.




Fashion is love. Admit it, what was once a female dominion has beCUM (yes, I just have to) a universal appeal. Fashion today stretches out to an entirely new level which encompasses the females, males and inthemiddles.



Psychology might come first as a day job, but the passion for fashion makes me want to take on a night freelance job. Fashion photography to be precise.

What do you see here?

I see a story.

Probably the only reason I could talk myself into getting an SLR that had caused me to cremate my wallet and puncture my bank account is simply passion. The influence of good photographs is beyond imagination. A simple photo can evoke a unique emotion; the exact one that prompted you to take the photo in the first place, and that emotion equates satisfaction. The bottom line is- photos have the ability to bring you back to a certain place and time that brings meaning in life. It's a time machine that tells a beautiful story to you by simply looking at it.



I'm still learning.




Anyway, all that talk is besides the point. The purpose of typing at this hour of the night is just to voice out my personal(keyword) opinion against.......

Yes. This thingamajingy.

Forget that people actually pay huge amounts for these babies. That's not the point. It's not even chic to start with. It only proves that people are excellent preys of the excellent American marketing predators since it only takes one idiot less-bright person to wear it and the whole world has rubber crocodiles on their feet. I don't mind paying if it is much much MUCH cheaper and made of leather of course. Honestly, I'd rather spend the money on a different kind of rubber. =D




So what if those holes are supposed to do something good. You never know if those factory workers go miniminimynimo whichpartshouldipokeaholein. Nevertheless, it's good to know that the company is in debt. The fashion world will say grace. Amen.


Oh yes, and do tell me the difference between the original Crocs and their cousins(presumably called Alligators) that you can get off 10bucks at the night market. Seems the same to me. Still rubber.


I don't know what I've against these things, but all I know is they don't look good. Maybe acceptable on kids, but never on adults.

Well, what can I say? Some people never grow up.

Fashion has this weird obsession for reptiles.





Take Lacoste for example. Get a plain coloured Polo and stamp a crocodile logo on it. Poof! Retails for 300 bucks.





Crazy? People even name a clothes label "Crocodile". Let's not even get to the have-to-sell-your-arms-and-legs Hermes Birkin bags. Poor crocs(as in the reptile ones, not the rubber ones. I don't feel sorry at all for what's happening to the rubber ones).






I should do something about it. Maybe it's time we market a different animal....

A monkey perhaps?

Oh no wait! Paul Frank has already done that.

Note: When you have stackloads of assignments to complete, you really turn monkey. Well, at least being monkey gives me blogging mojo.

Back to Square One

Tidbits: Okay, that's one too many Cayennes in a week. Whatever happened to economic downturn? These Cayennes are making my Ol Faithful feel so inferior.




Yes, I do realise that this blog lacks as much juice as it used to have. I think in due time I'll have to pack up and say adios. Now, readers beg me.




Anyway, I think there's a topic which serves terribly well as our food for thought this week. As everyone may have already known

Science and Mathematics is now back to Sains dan Matematik.

Some may be crying their hearts out cursing the Malaysian education system (as usual), but some may be jumping for joy that 'hypothesis' is now back to 'hipotesis' (hee-po-tee-sees). Say it with me now. The worst part of this over-stretched debate is the argument that "students will forget our national language if these subjects are taught in English". Thus, it really does make you wonder what our students are doing in school. There's such a subject called "Bahasa Malaysia" being taught back in the robot-manufacturing plant we call government schools right? Well, we shall just sit back and watch how our future students get laughed at by the British people when our students mention 'hipotesis' (hee-po-tee-sees). Say it with me again!!

On an entirely unrelated note, the word 'cum' is completely logical and does not harbour any other dirtier different meaning.

\ˈku̇m, ˈkəm\
Function:
conjunction
Etymology:
Latin, with; akin to Latin com- — more at co-
Date:
circa 1869
: along with being : and —used to form usually hyphenated phrases

Don't ask me why I bother defining it. You should see the expression on peoples' faces when they read the word. Worse than winning ToTo.

And this is basically what I've been doing with my life- murdering aristocrats.

Laugh should you get my point. =)

Don't ask. Seriously. I'm that miserable.

Sometimes I think I should just leave all this insanity and go sweep the streets in Prague. At least it's more beautiful there and I'll be hopefully happier. Ah, the ideosyncrasy of life.