Whimsical, Risquè and Enfant Terrible Things.

Where The Winds Blow

2010-01-02T07:19:00.000-08:00

To a distant land we blow,
Fly and be lost afar,
From seas to lands unbeknownst to time,
To where emptiness is solitude and silence is solace.

Roam and run, oh young lad!
The essence of youth thus has its fair share,
Follow the voice within or fear despair
For only once a man can traverse this affair

The world so rich and so wide
All is in the hands of time and tide
None is to any man to bide
Choices are fine so take your side

Oh...how deafening the voices outside
Their thundrous whispers keep you abide
But the path most trod wouldn't always be right
What is right will present its might
In due time. In due time.
Until then oh young lad,
Close your eyes
Watch as darkness succumb to light
Until then young lad,
Go where the winds blow
And know that wisdom if there you'll never lose sight.

- Where The Winds Blow

Riding Low When the Tide's High

2009-12-13T04:09:00.000-08:00

Tidbits: You know somehow I figure that successful blogs are those that satiate the LOA compulsion which explains why my blog is a failure. Yes, excuses.

College life is officially over and I'm bittersweet about it. I don't think I miss it a lot (especially all the ruckus) but a great deal was learnt throughout the past 18 months. Something feels amiss though. It's the sensible (or senseless) feeling that makes everything feel out of place. Because I had things to accomplish, goals to achieve and direction to head towards in the past, the newly attained freedom is awkward. I always have these big 'after exams' plan and funnily they always seem to achievable when I'm reading the textbooks. The ambitious mind just dies off after that and you begin slacking (with calories in between). Life needs to break out of this dull cycle and I guess I'm the playwright who determines just that. Damn, all these is just too deep for laziness mode. Think less, act more.

I'm going to compose a story now. Feeling the itch of writing.

Keep the Pace!

2009-11-04T06:57:00.000-08:00

Tidbits: Sometimes self-help can only last so long. I need a Morrie.

I'm going to be honest- I have absolutely no good-worthreading-KennySia material to blog about. Everything seems very empty right now, my brain included. This is what you call being burnt out and in a state of ashes. I think this blog will turn into those typical 73642387 emo blogs you find on the net very soon.
No, I'll not allow that to happen. That's frankly a lifeless thing to do. It's very "Nigel's blog archives of 2006/2007".

And btw, doesn't the word 'delirium' sound dreamy? It's like the Patrick Dempsey of the vocabulary world, McDreamy, no?. Delirium. Delirious. Yes, I'm might be somewhat close to that. I think I'll be happier to see the world in a delusional manner. So, I Googled (actually Yahoo!ed, oh well for formality's sake) 'delirious' hoping to stumble upon a lunatic photo. All the pictures I see are those belonging to some gospel band called Delirious. Okay, so I'm not that bad since even gospel singers need help.

Moving on at the speed of light. A word of advice: Don't marry an economist.
They're definitely not Shakespeare material, so don't expect showers of sonnets and love scripts. Let me give you an analogy. It's almost like MLTR being economists singing Paint My Love and the MV has illustrations of graphs. I'm making this sweeping statement, and we all have my economics lecturer to thank. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love her though I think she'll probably draw a graph of my affections and find the equilibrium point where I'll love her enough to do anything for her.
One of the biggest regret of my life: Taking economics.
One of the smartest thing I've done in my life: Taking economics.

My current life mission (with respect to the time of writing this entry) is
#1: To find my earphones. Losing things is one of my biggest pet peeves. I honestly hate losing things. What pains it even more is that I have conditioned myself to be extra (and believe me, I have) careful, so when these things happen it basically sucks. I even make an effort to check back twice at minimum at any place that I've sat down before making a move everytime it's on the brink of OCD. Then again, I know it's in A Place Called Here.

#2: Run. Yes, physically using my legs, not the running away from problems kind. About time to give the gluteus maximus a cry too. I think it's a good way to destress. A serene park with yellow autuum leaves and a large pristine lake in the middle would be swell. Alternatively, a more realistic choice would be a garbage and noise filled Malaysian park. Swell.

I think I need to continue writing for a fine escapade from the craziness. It's a blessing to be able to get lost entirely in your thoughts. It's the only place where you can yell "I'm king of the world!" without having a bird fly past your head and leave it's mark.

Okay, time to stop this delirium. FML.

Have A Little Faith

2009-10-20T03:36:00.000-07:00

Personally, I always wondered about authors and celebrities who loudly declared there was no God. It was usually when they were healthy and popular and being listened to by crowds. What happens, I wondered, in the quiet moments before death? By then, they have lost the stage, the world moved on. If suddenly, in their last gasping moments, through fear, a vision, a late enlightenment, they changed their minds about God, who would know?

Most religions warn against war, yet more wars have been fought over religion then perhaps anything else. Christians have killed Jews, Jews have killed Muslims, Muslims have killed Hindus, Hindus have killed Buddhists, Catholics have killed Protestants, Orthodox have killed pagans, and you could run that list backward and sideways and it would still be true. War never stops; it only pauses.

I asked the Reb if, over the years, he had changed his view on war and violence.
"Do you remember Sodom and Gomorrah?" he asked.
" So you know Abraham realized those people were bad. He knew they were miserable, vicious. But what else does he do? He argues with God against destroying the cities. He says, Can you at least spare them if there are fifty good people there? God says okay. Then he goes down to forty, then thirty. He knows there aren't that many. He bargains all the way down to ten before he closes the deal."
And they still fell short, I said.
"And they still fell short, " the Reb confirmed. "But you see? Abraham's instincts were correct. You must first argue against warfare, against violence and destruction, because these are not normal ways of living."

But so many people wage wars in God's name.
"Mitch, " the Reb said, "God does not want such killing to go on."
Then why hasn't it stopped?
He lifted his eyebrows.
"Because man does."

I flipped through the pages and out fell three small black-and-white photos, faded and smudged with dirt. One was of an older dark-haired woman, Arabic and matronly looking. One was of a moustached younger Arabic man in a suit and tie. The last photo was of two children, side by side, presumably a brother and sister.
Who are they, I asked.
"I don't know," he said, softly.
He held out his hand and I gave him the photo of the children.
"Over the years, I kept seeing these kids, the mother, her son. That's why I never threw the book away. I felt I had to keep them alive somehow. "I thought maybe someday someone would look at the pictures, say they knew the family, and return them to the survivors. But I'm running out of time."
He handed me the photo back.
Wait, I said. I don't understand. From your religious viewpoint, these people were the enemy.
His voice grew angry.
"Enemy schemenemy." he said. "This was a family."

Soon we tumbled into the most fundamental debate. How can different religions coexist? If one faith believes one thing, and another believe something else, how can they both be correct? And does one religion have the right-or even the obligation-to try and convert the other?

Is there any winning a religious argument? Whose God is better than whose? Who got the Bible right or wrong? I preferred figures like Rajchandra, the Indian poet who influenced Gandhi by teaching that no religion was superior because they brought all people closer to God; or Gandhi himself, who would break fast with Hindu prayers, Muslim quotations, or a Christian hymn.

"Ask yourself, 'Why did God create but one man?' " the Reb said, wagging a finger. "Why if he meant for there to be faiths bickering with each other, didn't he create that from the start? He created trees, right? Not one tree, countless trees. Why not the same with man?

"Because we are all from that one man-and all from that one God. That's the message."
Then why, I asked, is the world so fractured?
"Well, you can look at it this way. Would you want the world to all look alike? No. The genius of life is its variety.

"Even in our own faith, we have questions and answers, interpretations, debates. In Christianity, in Catholicism, in other faiths, the same thing-debates, interpretations. That is the beauty. It's like being a musician. If you found the note, and you keep hitting the note all the time, you would go nuts. It's the blending of the different notes that makes the music."

The music of what?

"Of believing in something bigger than yourself."
But what if other faith won't recognise yours? Or wants you dead for it?

"That is not faith. That is hate." He sighed. "And if you ask me, God sits up there and cries when this happens."

How can you-a cleric- be so open minded? I asked.

"Look. I know what I believe. It's in my soul. But I constantly tell our people: you should be convinced of the authenticity of what you have, but you must also be humble enough to say that we don't know everything. And since we don't know everything, we must accept that another person may belief something else."

He sighed.
"I am not being original here, Mitch. Most religions teach us to love our neighbour."
I thought about how much I admired him at that moment. How he never, even in private, even in old age, tried to bully another belief, or bad-mouth someone else's devotion. And I realized I should've been more proud, less intimidated. I shouldn't have bitten my tongue. If the only thing wrong with Moses is that he's not yours; if the only thing wrong with Jesus is that he's not yours; if the only thing wrong with mosques, Lent, chanting, Mecca, Buddha, confession, or reincarnation is that they're not yours-well, maybe the problem is you.

What if you get only five minutes with God?
"Five minutes?" he said.
Five minutes, I said. God is a busy God. Here's your slice of heaven. Five minutes alone with the Lord and then, poof, on you go to whatever happens next.
"And in those five minutes?" he asked, intrigued.
In those five minutes, you can ask anything you want.
"Ah.Okay."

"First, I would say, 'Do me a favour, God in heaven, if you can, members of my family who need help, please show them the way on earth. Guide them a little."
Okay, that's a minute.
"The next three minutes, I'd say, 'Lord, give these to someone who is suffering and requires your love and counsel."
You'd give up three minutes?
"If someone truly needs it, yes."
Okay, I said. That still leaves you a minute.

"All right. In that final minute, I would say, 'Look, Lord, I've done X amount of good stuff on earth. I've tried to follow your teachings and to pass them on. I have loved my family. I've been part of a community. And I have been, I think, fairly good to people.
"So, Heavenly Father, for all this, what is my reward?"

And what do you think God will say?
He smiled.
"He'll say, 'Reward? What reward? That's what you were supposed to do!"
I laughed and he laughed, and he bounced his palms on his thighs and our noise filled the house. And I think, at that moment, we could have been anywhere, anybody, any culture, any faith- a teacher and a student exploring what life is all about and delighting in the discovery.

In the beginning, there was a question. In the end, the question gets answered. God sings, we hum along, and there are many melodies, but it's all one song-one same, wonderful human song.

I am in love with hope.

Have A Little Faith- Mitch Albom

Hellooo Again!

2009-10-10T03:40:00.000-07:00

Tidbits: To know the height of a blog's fame, one must examine the cbox. If there is spam, you're famous!

I know I've been MIA for quite some time. I think people could use a break from me. I could use a break from myself =/

I am doing this just to convince myself that I've not abandoned my blog. Apparently, posting this makes not much of a difference.

I'm lost for words. The writer has a mental block.

So, ciao!

=O

Crime Does Pay...in Texas.

2009-09-05T08:58:00.000-07:00

Tidbits: Just when I thought my blogging mojo is gone, I stumbled upon a rather blog-worthy article. Such is life, isn't it? Always surprising.

As time passes, old things are generally replaced by the new. Nothing goes unescaped-even wise sayings like "Crime Does Not Pay." Because NOW, it actually does..and pays pretty well too. How well? Hmm, a million USD seems to be well enough for the average Tom, Dick, Harry and Nigel.

Okay, fine! Crime does not pay at all, at least not if you really rape someone, kill a baby or rob an old lady. But what if you were falsely accused of something you did not commit? There will be two possible scenarios.

#1 : You get the death sentence and can forget about making millions.
#2 : You go behind bars and pray for a long long long long sentence and a longer life.

"Exonerees will get $80,000 for each year they spent behind bars. The compensation also includes lifetime annuity payments that for most of the wrongly convicted are worth between $40,000 and $50,000 a year — making it by far the nation's most generous package."

In case you don't know what exonerees are, they are people who are exonerated. Make sense, no?
Okay, in other words, these people are those who are cleared from accusations and blame.

"Besides the lump sum and the monthly annuity payments, the bill includes 120 hours of paid tuition at a public college. It also gives exonerees an additional $25,000 for each year they spent on parole or as registered sex offenders."

No better and easier way to pay for college, eh?

In a way, I think we should count our blessings that cases like these only happen in the U.S. Imagine having such a system in Malaysia. People would be lining up to be sued for all the snatch theft cases on the street I tell you. You think they wouldn't?

Hey, the people we are talking about are people who take 100 pencils at Ikea when there's a humble note saying "Save the environment and PLEASE TAKE ONE ONLY." Oh yes, and not to mention buying a large cup of Coke from McDonalds', share among five and then get countless refills.

Sometimes I am impressed by the economical ways in which we live. Maybe this is why we are rather recession-proof compared to many other countries.

Now, to Google 'Unsolved Crimes in Texas' and make a choice. What do you think? Rape, murder, robbery or money laundering?

I'm on my way to making my millions.

Disclaimer: The blogger shall not be held responsible for the significant increase of crime rates.

And Then It's Down to One

2009-09-03T06:34:00.000-07:00

Tidbits: I still cannot believe I'm hooked onto Barn Buddy and Happy Farm. It's such a kiddy thing. It's childish and inanimate. It's so...me.

As I'm standing here looking down the final phase of the journey of my college education, I cannot help but steal occasional (okay, maybe frequent) looks at what was behind me. Everytime I do that, I see something to be treasured. Something that gives me fulfillment. Something you call....HOLIDAYS. Sob sob.

Okay, life has to go on.

Hewood. Hewood. Hewood.

Ignore that.

I've got nothing interesting to write about. Politics bore me to the bones these days. I don't know wtf is wrong with MCA but there's something wrong. Well, wasn't there always a problem?

I'm taking Economics this semester. I hope it would not be that much of a problem, but it's quite terrifying when your lecturer says that the subject is an unemotional one. Never mind that, economists aren't very human anyway. Psychology should be interesting, it's more...emotional.

I've got nothing else to say, and kicking myself in the butt for it. What happened to my mojo, I dunno.

Oh Yeah, Baby!

2009-08-20T20:44:00.000-07:00

I'm off to find a nice ~~bitch~~ beach!

Ciao bella!

Am Lovin' It.

2009-08-14T08:11:00.000-07:00

Tidbits: Life in a nutshell: We all start and end in diapers. True, no? I'm speaking ideally, forget reality. Don't burst by bubble. Thank you.

My second semester had finally ended and I would be more than thankful not to be questioned about my performance. Not that I did badly-I just think I deserve to enjoy my break without much unwanted thoughts. Live now and worry later or die worrying. Peace.

My entries are getting less specific. It's no longer narrowed down into something particular or precise. Just how? Well, I think I now talk truckloads of bullshit to generate enough biomass energy to power a continent. Such exaggeration. For example, I've always wanted to say this....

Our new fifty ringgit note reminds me a lot of the Hell Bank Note.

Is hell really the direction our country is heading towards?

No! Not yet! Not before I get to savour Penang's Duck Egg Char Kuey Teow. Yes, food is probably the only reason why I love my country. Kidding.

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Trends, as you know, can get more quirky and weird than Marilyn Manson and Perez Hilton combined. The men corsets by Gaultier is just off the hook and Prada's thigh-high boots are cool, but probably only Lady Gaga can pull it off. That aside. Now, theoretically speaking, potbellies are the hottest thing in town (well, in Brooklyn at least.) I think metrosexuals can all choose to die now. At least they die beautifully. Just imagine having a belly that could give pregnant ladies a run for their money on the runways next season. After that all the males in the world would start emulating the trend and ditch the gym for McDonalds.

Well, that would never happen anyway. Unless Giorgio Armani had nervous breakdown and cast these Brooklyn men for his shows. I wouldn't mind it though. It's about time the muscle man trend come to an end.

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G.I. Joe was a pretty entertaining movie to watch. Totally worth the 11 bucks spent (But, Cathay I still want to know why I didn't get the 6 bucks early bird price even when I watched the morning show.) It's a guy's kind of movie. With the piu piu piu bang bang bang boom boom boom. With this movie, Transformers can go to hell with our country. Political satire, failed.

Okay, doing this entry just wasted an hour of my life. I think this post really matches my title. Whimsical, Risque and Enfant Terrible. So childish. I like. Whee! I sound like Anabel now.

Oh Yes. Yes.

2009-08-08T05:41:00.000-07:00

Tidbits: Three exams in a day. What could be worse? Now don't you dare tell me four.

Aficionado of Life lasted barely two weeks. Guess I wasn't that much of a fan.

Well, the new one sounds more creative, doesn't it? So obnoxious. Haha, like my alter ego. Also, like the world we are in.

As the saying goes, some people just never grow up. *cough* Politicians *cough*

Life is just more colourful when we look at it the kids' way. Yeah, life in technicolour. Never let the kid in you die. Ah yes, 18 forever. (Right, Wordsworthfan?)

*In the kiddiest tone ever*

Oh God, I don't wish for many things this ~~Xmas~~ coming Hungry Ghost Festival (Sorry, it's the closest festival I could think of besides Independence Day)

I just want to be happy. Hahaha.

and

don't let CTS drive me nuts.

That's all.

Relapse

2009-07-31T05:18:00.000-07:00

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

2009-07-29T02:38:00.000-07:00

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

2009-07-18T09:17:00.000-07:00

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

2009-07-10T05:40:00.000-07:00

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.

The Moving Train Never Stops

2009-06-26T08:44:00.000-07:00

Tidbits: Four celebrities gone in a day. The King of Pop, a former Charlie's Angel, a veteran HK actor and an unknown Korean. Talk about bad luck.

Death is and has always been a difficult topic for many of us to bring to voice. There's a certain awkwardness that arises everytime we speak of death probably because it is universal, and each one of us read our lives into death. Everyone relates to death in one way or another; the loss of a loved one, a friend or even someone we do not know personally. Death seems like the ultimate thief; it takes away those whom we all treasure, and it leaves us in the utmost despair of helplessness. To understand death, we have to understand life. Life is very much like a moving train- its fuel the breath you take, and each one of our trains lead different tracks and stop at different stations. A good piece of advice; nothing is permanent. Every vehicle will run out of fuel and shall find reach its final station.

Death takes many different images in our lives, but how we look at it never changes. We all succumb to the same thought- "What would've or could've been?". Because death does not have a scent, nor does it take sight, it strikes in the most unlikely hour and takes us by surprise. Death forces us to not just see things, but to look at them, to look at them closely. The things we will overlook if death does not come to our doorstep. The question we all need an answer to; must we learn to look only when something as big as death is posed right in front of our eyes? Funny how everything else that we've worked for seem insignificant when death proceeds. Love, money, fame and almost everything does not measure up by then. The most cruel thing death does to a person is robbing everything away from him but leaving the stories behind. Stories that must be continued, only in a non-verbal manner. These stories are how we all find ourselves in the same place and asking the same question "What would or could've been?". When the main character of the story is gone, we read it and realise the gaps that weren't filled with elements that would've made it a fairytale. Truth is, death isn't the end of the story. Death is a beginning of a whole new chapter in the same story, we just find ourselves unable to move on. Most beginnings are simple, only this time we're forced to start on a different note. We've all questioned ourselves about life after death has happened. The chapters that follow death, a blissful read or not, depends on how we look at the death chapter.

Each chapter is a parable that is authored by experiences and emotions. Death is the experience of being in the dark and the emotion of being afraid. It has such a strong influence to keep us in the dark. To see the light again, it takes courage to step out of the darkness and most importantly the courage to believe again. There is a need to know that death takes so many things away, but it doesn't take away hope. It dampens hope; it doesn't kill hope. To hope again is hard, but not impossible because hope is what we all have since the beginning. If one is able to do this, he'll see himself in a whole new light. The changes that were brought upon by death are blessings in disguise. The whole point is not about death; it's about life. Ultimately, life is the main idea, and death being a small segment of it. To live is one of the rarest things in the world; most of us exist, that is all. As said, your life is a moving train. Don't let it wander aimlessly or merely exist. Steer it well to the final station. Realise and live.

"So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they're busy doing things they think are important. This is because they're chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning."

"When you learn how to die, you learn how to live."

"Don't let go too soon but, but don't hang on too long."

- Morrie Schwartz

Rumble and Tumble.

2009-06-19T08:18:00.000-07:00

Tidbits: Currently in front of the laptop with my Critical Thinking Skills textbook beside me. No prizes for guessing which one I chose. What a no-brainer.

Never mind, I shall do my revision here.
I present to you,

The Strategies for Avoiding Fallacies!

In case you don't know, fallacies are arguments that appear right at first but upon a deeper look, it is not. (i remembered! so proud of myself)

Strategy #1 : Know Yourself
Knowing yourself allows you to identify which fallacy you're most likely to fall for and makes it easier to avoid it. For example, Nigel knows he is so verbal-linguistically intelligent he commits the fallacy of Begging the Question. In layman's term- beating around the bush. Therefore, from now onwards I will just call you stupid when I think you are instead of going in circles (I wonder how many marks I'll get if I use this example in my exam). Besides, I think the 'in your face' thing is getting hip. Everything's directed right at ya.

Strategy#2 : Build Your Self-Confidence and Self-Esteem
Having a high self-esteem will definitely help you to avoid the Popular Appeal Fallacy. Example, everyone thinks Megan Fox is hot and forms a cult worshipping her. The moment someone says she's actually a man, everyone goes eeewww. Conformity at its best.

Strategy#3 : Cultivate Good Listening Skills
Having good listening skills allow you to be respectful of other people's views and identify fallacies when there is a conflict in opinions. Well, the listening skill is something I pride myself upon. Those bunch of monkey librarians in SMKDJ are hopefully taking heed of my advice.

Strategy #4 : Avoid ambiguous and vague terms and faulty grammar
Cultivate good communication and writing skills. Don't be afraid to ask questions if you are unclear (something that is definitely rare for Msian students)

Strategy 4.1.1 : Go to Facebook and continue later....
There are a few more, and I'm rather ~~lazy~~ uninspired to continue. Actually, I wanted to prove that even with technology, one is able to concentrate and not get distracted, and it can also be used as an 'effective' method for more interactive learning. Well.............halfway there. =)
I think I have a lovehate relationship with Mark Zuckerberg.

It's a Bird; It's a Plane!

2009-06-07T23:31:00.000-07:00

Tidbits: My hair is getting mixed reviews from 'critics'. Oh well, I'm my own's best critic.

No, it's a Mat Rempit!

Now, as if our nation hasn't had its fair share of absurdities, the state government of Malacca is lifting the Mat Rempit name to new heights. Literally and figuratively. Well honestly, the constant terror on the roads are bad enough, let alone the skies. Leave those poor birds alone!

Certainly, there are other feasible alternatives to combat this whole Mat Rempit issue that has been quite sickening to the eyes (and ears) for all these times. Really. The sight of these bunch on micro-light aircrafts which costs a bloody RM6000 for a licence is probably a sign that we are truly heading towards Apocalypse.

The Government should really turn to psychologists to come up with interventions that are pretty damn well more logical than letting them off into the skies. What happened to old school community service? Sounds ideal, but impractical. Heck, it's still better than not ideal and impractical.

Never mind, don't mind me. I don't like where I'm going with this either. I'm just feeling for the birds.

Just a Quickie

2009-05-27T23:53:00.000-07:00

Tidbits: I'm in college doing the 'Sure Way to Get Fat' Program. Simple, sit in front of the computer and eat sugar crackers. Period.

Anabel got me addicted to these lovely sugar crackers by Cap Ping Pong( say what?). I've already eaten X number of crackers after a sinful meal of Murtabak at the mamak. Tsk. Terrible.

Anyway, I just happen to come across an article the other day I thought most of us would be able to relate to. It's about Facebook, and those who aren't using Facebook just go to Batu Caves and rot there. Haha, what a mean thing to say. Facebook isn't everything under the sun, who cares if you don't have a Facebook account? *minimises window and off to spam comments*

Okay, back. Remember there was once our newspapers/radios/internet/Facebook talked about 'The Best Job in the World'? Yeah, the one where you work on some resort island in Aussieland and get paid quite a sum. Oh, and apparently the job went to some Brit fella who happened to be a volunteer. See, being nice does pay, and pays well.

Man, I should stop beating around the bush. My point is...the best job in the world isn't the job mentioned above. The article I read talked about the maintenance people working at Facebook, and it seems that one of the job scope is to filter obscenity. I'm pretty sure you're getting my point, in the context of the best job in the world.

Apparently, Facebook has some rules like The Nipple Rule and The Fully-Exposed-Butt Rule or something to that. I kid you not. I'm sure you've done one of those 'How horny are you?', 'How good are you in bed?' and 'What sexual position are you?' quizzes. Seen the pictures that came along with them? Yeah. Back to the story, these people actually receive pictures daily and decide its appropriety with reference to the rules. So, basically they just sit in front of the screen and click click. Allow or disallow.

How is it the best job in the world? Hey, how many people actually get paid watching 'encouraging' pictures? There has never been a job so pleasurable. Look, it's way better than an accountant looking at figures okay, and by figures I mean numbers...not the other figures. =)

Done. Back to assignments.

People of the World.....

2009-05-19T03:43:00.000-07:00

Tidbits: Sometimes I should just speak and think later.

Let's cry!

I didn't know I was so *cough* influential *cough* that my fantamazing post about the theme park made the world realised how horny we can be.

Sad to say, it's a big dream that'll always remain a dream. According to officials, the park had 'evil influence' on society. I'd say more like physical influence on the anatomy. Geddit? =)

Some people expressed disappointment though. Hmm, define 'some' people. Anyway, I think this whole idea is bullshit from the start, call me old school, but hey, there are other ways that you can hold a sexfest mardi gras.

"The park was above board, so why was it pulled down? How can a country get powerful if it doesn't open its mind?" one person was quoted as saying in the newspaper.

Oh, give me a break. This picture seems to say otherwise. It's opening everything and anything but the mind.

Someone please translate those words for me. Don't answer in the cbox though, my guess is it's going to turn out like ****.

What Irony!

2009-05-16T04:32:00.000-07:00

Tidbits: Sometimes politics can become more corrupted than your computer getting infected by the Conficker worm 3184347573298 times. Only then, our leaders are willing to put aside all ego and talk. Isn't it about time?

Having one of the Seven Wonders of the World aside, China is in a state where it has to kick itself in the butt. Maybe its one billion population should do it. We know well enough how conservative Asians, or more specifically the Chinese are. Sex is still very much a taboo topic to be discussed among us, culturally speaking. I mean, many of us take sex as more of a visual topic(if you get what I mean) than a biological one. Don't we all like learning how the sperm gets to the ovum by looking how it's done rather than listening to your Biology teacher who censors more than Malaysian film authorities?

I remember once China made an earth shattering hype about the impropreity of the screening of movies such as 'Lust, Caution' and 'Brokeback Mountain'. Nonetheless, these people prove that exceptions can be made when you have a chance to indulge in something, even if it's almost morally incorrect.

Forget the American Dream! Here's the Chinese Dream- to open a sex theme park! What'd you find there? Hmm, let's see...naked human sculptures(are they trying to go French or Italian now?), giant genitals that will definitely be of good use to Bio students who are struggling to identify the parts of the reproductive system. Cmon, you can't miss the penis if it's that size! Moving on, my personal favourite as it is the most absurd, a sex technique workshop. My guess? It's basically watching the Kama Sutra instead of reading it(Can it even be read?). Workshops usually have demonstrations, don't they?

So, Durex won't have to conduct yearly surveys about the sex lives of Asians anymore. Those busy stressed Chinese businessmen are left without reason not to enjoy their sex lives. Big irony? Nah, big dreams!

Now, can someone buy me an air ticket to China? =)

2009-05-14T23:50:00.000-07:00

Tidbits: Come rain, come shine, come what may. For I know the truth will unearth one fine day.

GLAD that I live am I;
That the sky is blue;
Glad for the country lanes,
And the fall of dew.

After the sun the rain;
After the rain the sun;
This is the way of life,
Till the work be done.

All that we need to do,
Be we low or high,
Is to see that we grow
Nearer the sky.

Lizette Woodworth Reese

New Beginnings

2009-05-08T03:17:00.000-07:00

Tidbits: Sometimes beginnings feel just like history repeating itself. I shall weave my own story for I hate repetition.

Haven't you questioned yourself for the gazillionth time why good things always come to an end? Or why good times pass in the blink of an eye? Bloody hell, HELP should give me another two-week break to procrastinate.On the contrary, if college hadn't start, I would've missed one of the most interesting lectures- Critical Thinking Skills which I happen to enjoy thus far.

So the interesting part goes like this....

"All men watch porn."

"Fact or opinion?"

What's more interesting was that when everyone moved on....

The uber cool lecturer asked a classmate to introduce himself and say something interesting. Out of the blue, she asked whether he watches porn. Didn't know you can tell a porn watcher from his face.

What's more more interesting was.....

His girlfriend was sitting right beside him. No prizes for guessing what he answered. Men will always be men. Enough said.

What's more more more interesting was

that it turned into a battle of the sexes.

"Women are lousy drivers."

"Fact or opinion?"

Needless to say, we all also know that women will always be women.

What's more more more more interesting was

Hartmans called Lady Gaga a bimbo. Hey, beneath the funky hairdos, quirky fashion sense and her eccentric underground black comic lyrics, you've got to give it to her. Hey, no talented people escape from the clutches of weirdness. There would be no such thing as e=mc2 if so. I'm pro-Gaga okay.

What's more more more more more interesting was

the sitting of the Perak assemblymen. Well, I wouldn't call it sitting. More of monkeying around. Oops, that should've stayed intact on my tongue, sensitive kan? Okay, just when you thought it was hard to drag a kid away from a candy store, some people really beh pai seh lorr. I'm speaking of the speaker Sivawhatshisname? Stubborn kid. Take it like a man or in this context, take it like a proud primate! Even if you were ejected, leave and make them worship the ground you paved. The sitting already dramatic enough right, might as well leave dramatically. Furthermore, don't these bunch have any new tricks up their sleeves? A battle of words is so Parliament 2008. From monyet to bodoh, we've heard it all. Move on or climb a tree. (wow, my humour is getting as dry as tree bark)

Life is very interesting after all. And it keeps getting better.

Birth Control?

2009-04-22T20:16:00.000-07:00

Tidbits: Holidays, holidays don't go away. Fly me to Prague any day. Also, I would deeply appreciate clicks on the Nuffnang ads to help me increase the current RM0.20 in my account.

I think this constant raving about Prague is getting a little out of hand. I actually Googleed the airlines flying to Prague, turned out MAS does not fly directly to Czech Republic. Reality check. It tells me to go on dreaming.

Anyway, as the title aptly or inaptly tells you, I couldn't resist the 'temptation'. I gave in. I DID IT! Let me take you on a trip down memory lane to weave this beautiful story of my childbirth. It didn't happen too long ago, only yesterday. =)

It was a sunny afternoon of three quarters past twelve (i think). I knew that it will be a faithful day. So here are the details of my baby's birth.

Date of birth: 22 April 209
Time of birth: I don't know exactly, but she was mine at about an odd 4-5pm
Place of birth: Sungei Wang Plaza (no, she's not one bit lala. She's a beautiful baby, mind you)

Oh, is there a need to mention the labour pain. Man, now I know how my mum feels. To get a baby,ah...the pain of it all. Nonetheless, like all mothers or in this case father, it was all worthwhile. To see the delicate thing smile back at you with it's humble features in your arms. It's satisfying. You know that you did the right thing from the moment you look into its eyes and see the view of the world like an amazing piece of artwork. It tells a story, a story that you create with every depression of your fingers on its flesh. Okay, this is getting a wee bit gory and sick, so I'm going to stop here before this heartwarming story turns into a story like 'Coming Soon'. Damn.

The bottom line is it's all worth the RM XXXX of 'hospital bills'.

Want to meet my baby?

Say hi to.......

I've yet to come up with a name for her.

She's still young. In due time, I'll be shaping her body with other parts. Then it'll be world domination. Muahaahahahah!

Please don't bang your head against the wall.

I don't think I lied. Her birth details were 99.9% accurate except for the time aspect. You don't know the labour pain my wallet has to bear to pop out that much $$ from its tummy. My mum knows how it feels because mummies were always the ones who suffered the 'labour pain' since you were born. Your diapers didn't fall from the good heavens, okay. Besides, I did look into its eyes, and I saw art. Photos, to me, are art in a form of its own. Each one has a story to narrate, and it has amazing powers of warping you back into the moment you experienced the anecdote. If it can make you feel how you felt back then, it is a job well done.

Now, when I look at you, I believe in LOVE.

Nice Guys and Bad Boys

2009-04-17T00:45:00.000-07:00

Tidbits: I don't settle for the small apples simply because they're not juicy enough. I'm a picky eater.

You know, dating websites are quite *something* (I can't decide on the right word). Not that I visit them often (crosses my heart,liver and kidneys). I just click on the links when I come across interesting topics on the YAHOO! homepage. Besides, most of my blogging inspirations come from quirky topics I read, and I improvise from there. The rest is history.

Anyway, check this out...

Dating Question: Can a Guy Be Too Nice?

Is it possible for a guy to be too nice? Here are some ways that this could ring true:

#1: He's So Nice, He Can Only Be a Friend

Hey, a good friend is hard to find. What sometimes happens when we get into a relationship? It eventually runs its course and ends, which means awkwardness and/or change in both of you, since you started off as friends. Maybe you can recover and remain buddies, but is it worth the risk if you find that you're really good friends with a nice guy? Also, sometimes the nice guy just has no edge, so he's destined to be just a friend.

#2: He's So Nice, He's Not Challenging Enough

I've recently learned from your comments: Women enjoy the thrill of the chase a bit too much. People like to wonder what's going to happen, that nerve-racking first few months when the "training wheels" are still on the relationship. And, no matter how much we try to deny it, we do like that we've won someone over instead of just having them give themselves up to us. If a guy is too easy, he may be ruining his chances.

#3: He's So Nice, He'll Always Be There

I've seen some friends take their time with a nice guy. Sometimes it works out, sometimes it doesn't. Maybe a woman wants to meet some new guys and "sow her wild oats" while the nice guy fawns over her. She enjoys keeping him in her life as a friend, but somewhere in the back of her mind she knows that she can probably return to him later. Again, it's all about risk management: If you want to take the risk of him meeting someone else, then go for it.

#4: He's TOO Nice, You Can't Trust Him

Sometimes people are so nice that it seems like they might have sinister overtones. I always see it on Lifetime movies: The guy comes into the woman's life and he is just perfect. Then he slowly disintegrates into a psycho freak. Perhaps a guy can come off as so nice in the beginning that he appears to be covering up for something bad. A woman might avoid a relationship with him if something just doesn't feel right. What makes a guy too nice or "friend" material instead of dating material? Do you avoid getting into relationships with a guy who's too nice, or is he destined to be a "friend"?

Okay, I'm coming clean. I clicked on the link because people...erm...girls...have been telling me I'm too nice which pretty much explains why I'm still S.A.N.D (single, available and not desperate) after 18 years on this planet infested with females. Haha, so I guess it is true that girls dig the bad guys. Just to add on, there's this overused chinese phrase that goes 'nan ren bu huai, nu ren bu ai'.

Hmm. Relationships. Love. Life. Kaypohs.

Since the bad guys are so in vogue....girls should just date the robbers, thieves and rapists. May help reduce crime rates. These Mr. Rights are just about everywhere.

Freedom

2009-04-15T22:01:00.000-07:00

Tidbits: My wallet is fat with Starbucks receipts instead of coloured notes with Agong's face. This is bad.

Yes, my finals had officially ended and now I'm as free as my a bird. Now, moving on to holiday plans.

#1 Shop, shop and shop until my wallet is obese with excess receipts. Let's see, a D40 system, clothes and grooming plus a whole lot of rubbish. Shucks.

#2 Movie marathon. Rachel Getting Married tops the list.

#3 While Rachel gets married, I'll go on a dating spree to satisfy people's curiosity about my love life. (Erm, you do know I'm only kidding here right?)

#4 Catch up with chums especially The Queen, because she's going to spend all her Aussie dollars on me. =)

#5 ~~The most interesting part~~ would have to be planning for college next semester. Juria is going to love this.

#6 A very simple, non-elaborate vacation to Prague. Okay, downgrade to local ones.

Fine, maybe this post is getting a little themeless. Please forgive the output from my currently thoughtless mind. It's already on vacation.

Moving on....
I was talking to a friend one fine night. It was scintillating cum semi-metaphorical and less rubbish-like compared to what's above. =)

Say, if something you've been looking for is the biggest and brightest red apple high up on an apple tree-the highest point. Let's say the thing you're looking for is a thousand dollars, will you settle for the other one hundreds that are much lower? Now we're on to a different tree. This time the thousands are on the lower end, and the brightest apple on the top is worth a million dollars.Will you climb the tree even if there's a chance of missing the fruit? The higher you climb, the harder your fall is. The question is....

'How far will you go to get the biggest apple?'

Urban Jungle & Earth Hour

2009-03-30T03:20:00.000-07:00

Tidbits: Okay, you actually had to wait for another 1000 years for another post, but some stranger who left a kind comment (hopefully sincere) in my cbox gave me the oomph that I needed. Ah, me and my narcissism.

This post is going to be all about going green. Technically and literally.

Going to FRIM is technically going into the green isn't it? Lush forests, soothing sounds of bugs, birds and waterfalls and bunch of monkeys migrating back into the wilderness after discovering they weren't meant for the city. amen.

Yeah, these.

You know what I really like about the jungle? Nature calls when you're enjoying nature. The best part is, you answer nature's call....anywhere you like.

Get the point?

Even the little critters in the jungle are more obedient than their city cousins. More photogenic too. Or maybe they were attracted to my pheromones, like bees to honey.

Ain't she prettier than the ones you see at home? Or behind the mamaks.

Amazed? Okay, now close your mouth.

Here comes the highlight.

You have this to thank for the prevention of STDs

Told you nature's good!

Okay, now to the more literal side of going green.

As you all know (or probably don't), Earth Hour was last Saturday. It was the time our Earth go dark, or at least it was supposed to. Kudos to those who survived an hour of cavemen life, and I certainly hope your cave isn't air-conditioned. Want to know the biggest irony?

One Utama went all out in support of Earth Hour. Yeah, we get your point, so when are you turning off your plasma tvs shining brightly saying 'One Utama supports Earth Hour'. Sigh, hypocritical city people.

Live in the dark for an hour and see the world in a new light. At least I did after 9.30.

Life is Good

2009-03-27T05:47:00.000-07:00

Tidbits: Life is what you make of it which is why I need to tell myself ' Life is Good' everyday to keep myself sane. So what, I'm still a rock star.

I think my life has become chronically lifeless.Life is on life-support machine now which would be my very interesting classes in college. Okay, that's such a lifeless thing to say. Hmm, a point to ponder.

I will blog about my FRIM trip with the 'monkeys' soon enough. I need more life to write that post. It will not do the 'monkeys' justice for they are a really lively bunch who get excited by beehoon lunch instead of bananas. I think if I were to offer my banana, it'll be chaos. Hmm, females, control is key.

Anyway, college is really the opposite of school. Classes are way more interesting than extra-curricular activities. Take for example my English class. Ms Chandra can be so unfunnily funny in her own way. Just today, we debated about the liberation of women in today's society. In other words, it's the battle of the sexes la. The male team has only one member, whilst the female team has a lot of oestrogen with one handsome and very eligible perfect future husband. No points for guessing who he is. The silent ones during the argument just couldn't decide which sex they want to be I guess.

On a totally unrelated note, I'm liking my Calculus lecturer. Remember the one whom I promoted in one of my previous posts. I just found out he's of German and Indian heritage. Actually, if he were to read this, I can already picture his 24/7 smiling face which exposes his unDarlie-like teeth to the whole class. In commemoration of Earth Hour, we turned off the lights in class 5 minutes before class ended, yet again no points for guessing who came up with this 'brilliant' idea.I took advantage by making funny faces at him and the best part is he can't see in the dark.Despite the fact that he is driving the girls in college up cloud nine, just like I do, he's a great person to 'zha' and be left speechless. The worst get-back-at-you line he can come up with is, 'You three stooges la". Haha. Funny. Really funny. Don't you think it's funny. Funny ain't it?

On Thursday, I officially lost my clubbing virginity. The first time is always the most painful, that's what they say right? Anyway, I'm bittersweet about it. I like it and I don't like it. I think it's a place where you have to go with the right people. It's a place that tests your own faith. I can see myself going once in a while, but at the end of the day, I'm still a Starbucks kind of kid. Nothing beats a good read with great coffee and better people at Starbucks. A club is like cancer in a room. Man, the smoke!

I'm bored and boring. Someone fly me to Prague.

The Age of Conformity

2009-03-13T02:55:00.000-07:00

This post contains quotes I always reflect on when I think we are victims of a problem that we don't even realise how it affects us.
I think the hoohah about public examinations are too hoohah-ed that it makes people go hoohah. Period.

Yes, I did well, life goes on because there's life after SPM.
You didn't do well? Oh guess what, life still moves on, and it doesn't wait for you to finish your thousand-year emotional ordeal. I think most of those who have started college will know best.

"Don't cling to things because everything is impermanent."

I think this sounds utterly cliche and especially for someone who did considerably well, those who did score would probably think it's crap. Yet still, I know how you feel. The feeling as insignificant as humanly possible when you do not get what you want.

"What happened? Life."

Sometimes things like these bring out the ugly side of people, even the people who should be standing by you with arms wide open for consolation. It's sad to see. I don't mean to question parenting styles, but parents should really be the parents their children need at least at that moment of time. As a child myself, I think that to hear something disparaging from the lips of your own parent is like adding salt to the already badly wounded heart. So make a change to things, you wouldn't want to change things only when you child tests the gravitational pull of Earth from the tenth floor.

"All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair."

After the thousand year emotional turmoil, sit down and think. In a quiet place free from expectations, judgements and culture, reflect on yourself. When I reach a downpoint so low, I take a ticket to a place where many of us hold and keep what is really dear to us- the heart.

I go there and I sit around. Asking, thinking and discovering what truly matters. This is sounding more and more like fiction, but isn't life a fiction that you pen? Our biggest mistake is that we don't see the grades as grades itself, but as a determinant to a bright future. It might be, but it's not the only. Again bright in this context is to find the shine of gold thinking it'll give us everything we need. Maybe, it's true to a certain extent in the world nowadays, but I've always believed that it'll give a person only as much as it can possibly give. I dare say one of the most ill feelings one can have is to have so much but feel so empty.

"I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck, and I never even realized I was doing it."

I've always been fascinated by culture. It is something that we grow and revel in. It plays such a significant role in shaping us into what we are. Many at times, we refuse to give in to cultural norms and taking a stand in what we believe in. Yet, unknowingly we fall into its trap. There's no one to blame for the way a culture is set, and the trap is there not because someone chose to build it. If we really want to find someone to throw all the blame at, then we are all guilty as charged. Culture is shaped and moulded with the bare hands of everyone in the same environment. What's right, what's wrong, what's good and what's bad today is very much predefined by culture and most of us, as this post clearly says, conform. We all do, and we all shouldn't. Having the faith and courage to break out is something we can spend a lifetime trying, and if we can, then we all can say at least we succeeded on something in life.

"Well, for one thing, the culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves. We're teaching the wrong things. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn't work, don't buy it. Create your own. Most people can't do it."

I doubt some will even reach this part of this bland piece of writing. It's not me to write something like this often, but I feel like voicing something out, for this is what a blog is supposed to be, primarily. I think it's very sad to see people dissatisfied with what they've gotten, even if it is culturally defined as 'good'. Their attention is all directed into that few or possibly ONE credit and the other 10 distinctions suddenly seemed invaluable when all these while it was the distinctions they were vying. Why choose to make yourself miserable when a better option is possible? I personally like the following quote.

"I thought about all the people I knew who spent many of their waking hours feeling sorry for themselves. How useful it would be to put a daily limit on self-pity. Just a few tearful minutes, then on with the day."

I have a certain fondness for the poem, "The Road Not Taken". Beautifully crafted and I think everyone can relate to it in one way or another. As different as we are, our stories are all the same. After SPM, we are turning over a new leaf into a new chapter. Little do we know, we are all going the same path, we are answering to the same call we know we have to, even if it was when we were five. As we grow, we tend to forget the call to follow what you believe in due to various factors, but the one thing that's for sure, it has never changed from the day we were born. We know who we want ourselves to be, but what we do not know it how to talk ourselves into believing that following the call will sooner or later be what we really want in life- meaning.

"These were people so hungry for love that they were accepting substitutes. They were embracing material things and expecting a sort of hug back. But it never works. You can't substitute material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship. Money is not a substitute for tenderness, and power is not a substitute for tenderness. I can tell you, as I'm sitting here dying, when you most need it, neither money nor power will give you the feeling you're looking for, no matter how much of them you have."

"It is because the human spirit knows, deep down, that all lives intersect. That death doesn't just take someone, it messes someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed."

"Wordy, but worthy."-leginhet

Albom

2009-03-10T08:43:00.000-07:00

"Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back."
-For One More Day.

Got Milk?

2009-03-07T21:29:00.000-08:00

You know when they say girls can also do things a guy can do, and do it better? It goes the same for guys.

Don't believe me? Go ask your mum to get pregnant again and feed the newborn breast milk.....from your DAD. Or you can save the trouble of 9 months and try it yourself. Yumm.

You got that right. GUYS can lactate too. Don't ask me why I found out about this. No, i'm not about to get pregnant and breastfeed my baby. Haha, I just read random things online, so don't mind me. It's proven anyway. In their 1896 book, Anomalies and Curiosities of Medicine, Dr. George Gould and Dr. Walter Pyle recount several occurrences of men breastfeeding their young.(because they could lactate and it's their biography. haha.)

The stories include a sailor who put his son to his breast to quiet him and started producing milk; a South American peasant who sustained his child with his own breast milk during his wife’s illness; and a Chippewa man who put his infant to his breast following the death of his wife and produced enough milk to rear the child. The phenomenon hasn’t stopped. In 2002, a Sri Lankan man named B. Wijeratne lost his wife and was left to care for their 18-month-old daughter. When the child refused powdered milk, Wijeratne tried something different. “Unable to see her cry, I offered my breast,” Wijeratne told a Sri Lankan newspaper. “That’s when I discovered I could breastfeed."

All men can breastfeed, because they possess the two most vital components for lactating—mammary glands(yes, the boobs) and pituitary glands.

You know what's worse? They found out that men produce small amounts of prolactin(the hormones that produces milk), an example of a situation would be after orgasms. So, guys, ditch the whipped cream and enjoy something fresher. However, it's not present in large quantities so I guess you'll have to savour every drop. I'm quite sure some people would rather have it off a man.

A man like this.

I think this is quite cool, and it's my blatant attempt to boost readership, so yeah. Sue me. I reached 10000 hits and it certainly calls for a celebration. So.....

Got Milk?

Just A Boring Post About My Boring Life

2009-03-06T21:44:00.000-08:00

You know what, I think there are some girls who are quite the lookers around campus, and I thought good looking Msian women are extinct. Here's to hope for beautiful offspring. *raises a glass of champagne*

Anyway,I'm going to FRIM with the librarians next Saturday. I think they're only happy to go for 3 reasons
(i) I'm joining them.
(ii) Neal's joining them.
(iii) They're joining their own kind- the monkeys. (there are monkeys at FRIM, right?)
Utter bimboness.

What else has been happening?Let's talk about my friends.
Hmm, Violet is calling herself a slut, but I guess that's old news. Monica is planning to take her Masters in IT, and the biggest joke is that she doesn't even know how to work the line spacing in Word. Yes, guys...laugh all you want, I did. Also, my beloved terribly missed Neal Tan is coming back from N.S too. I think I won't recognize him. Well you know what the actors in HK dramas always say when someone comes out from jail, "lei sao jor hou dor". Sorry, still working on my cantonese, but it's true that Neal is giving Kate Moss a run for her money. I moved over Zoe and currently smittened by Lay Shu just because she's a girl who doesn't mind taking an Asam Laksa supper. I just realised what I missed a lot about high school is Amanda's infectious laughter and the times Violet calculated money. En Kane and Anthea has officially nominated themselves as The Cutest Couple because they actually use SuperPoke on Facebook to send gifts, and that includes knitting a scarf. How sweet. I'm also admiring Kai Shen and worshipping him like a super hot Greek god. I haven't talked to Soo Ern in a while, but I guess she's busy with Lemuel because he is so irresistable. Last but not least, The Librarians are...well....being librarians.

I think we can make a spinoff of the tv series, F.r.i.e.n.d.s.

See, I'm making an effort to update myself about my friends.
New friends? Juria is as good as Dutch cheese can get. Haha. Kai Wei is big...big with personality, mind you. Ruo Xuan is one of the most interesting person I've ever met- she's afraid of almost anything that I'm surprise she could actually survive on Earth. Her driving skills will give even the lousiest driver on Earth the last laugh. Mani is bloody and filthy rich that he offers an all expenses paid trip to Sabah. Any takers? (Anyone who takes really beh pai seh I tell you) Hong Chun was in the same Add Math tuition as I was for two years and I never knew him until today. Damian's smile can make the most tiring day in college seem like nothing. Phoebe is obsessed with purple more than she is with her name, her real name.

Ah, maybe not so boring after all.

"No life is a waste," the Blue Man said. "The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we're alone."

-Mitch Albom

The 8th Wonder of the World

2009-02-24T19:47:00.000-08:00

You know what, I think they missed out on a place very interesting when they chose the seven Wonders of The World.

The Doors of Public Toilets

You can find all sorts of stuff written on them. From graphics to quotes to phone numbers.

Interesting.

Anticipation and Prediction.

2009-02-17T06:24:00.000-08:00

My predictions for the upcoming Academy Awards.

Best Picture: Slumdog Millionaire!

Best Actor: Mickey Rourke ( The Wrestler)

Best Actress: Meryl Streep (Doubt)/ Melissa Leo (Frozen River). Although I'm 110% hoping Anne Hathaway uncovers Oscar gold!

Best Supporting Actor: Over publicized...Heath Ledger (The Dark Knight)

Best Supporting Actress: Can't decide, don't bother either way.

Best Director: Danny Boyle (Slumdog Millionaire)

Best Animated Feature: Wall.E

I'm rooting for Anne Hathaway because Rachel Getting Married tops my must-watch list, and seriously, the Academy should create a new category specially for Meryl Streep.

Blackout!

2009-02-16T17:08:00.000-08:00

so switch it off. it doesn't take much.

101 on How To Get Yourself A Date for Valentines!

2009-02-13T05:45:00.000-08:00

Guys and girls, there's still time to save yourselves from being a couch potato with a tube of Baskin Robbins while watching Latino soap operas only your Mexican maid will cry at. Don't go green with envy on this special day because you too can say that love is in the air this Valentines with

Nigel's 101 Tips on How to Land A Valentines Date!

Remember, Tip #1 is marketability.

When there is supply, there is demand, but when we scrutinized the details, we realise that there is a need of a supply in the hot people market. It's as simple as the lack of good products in the market such as the overexcessive Buatan Malaysia products which fail terribly to own the market. You see, everyone can be beautiful. Guys, all it takes is to get in touch with your metrosexuality and feel it change you. Girls, you should know better than anyone else, the power of cosmetics and good make-up.

Tip #2 is activity
Be active. Be assertive. Make yourself known to the market. Don't be a hermit. The golden rule has always been S.A.D. .You're single, very much available and super desperate but trying hard to hide. So what, you'll have the last laugh to the posh restaurant with a hot date in your arms. Hah, here's to you all single people.

Tip #3 is Playing Hard to Get
A stark contrast to the previous rule but nonetheless, effective in its ways. You know why people fantasize about dating movie stars and celebs? They're hard to get. It's the undying hunger that is never satiated. If you can carry this role well, you're like Brad Pitt being able to choose the Angelina Jolie from the crowd of Pamela Andersons.

Tip #4 is Be A Loner
Don't stay home and rot on your sofa. Even if you don't have a date, go to some place where people hang out. Clubs, bars, lounges, cafes etc etc. Order something that makes you look emo, preferably hard liquor and someone will probably approach you. That person who makes the move is probably equally desperate as you are. In this case, opposites don't attract. No guarantees though, don't blame me if the person who approaches looks worse than an 80 year old Vegas dancer.

Tip # 5-101 is....
never ever trust a person who has never gone on a date.
yours truly.
=D

guys just wanna have fun

Good Girl Gone Bad State

2009-02-11T05:20:00.000-08:00

Yeah, she really is in a very bad state right now. Bad enough to cancel her concert here in Malaysia (i hear the distant cries of Rihanna's Msian fans)

No one would've guessed something like this would happen just like how no one guessed the Jonas Brothers would lose their bid for Best New Artist(muahahaha). I guessed it right. I mean, for the Best New Artist one, not Rihanna's case. Sorry JoBros fans, I really don't like them. Whoever the winner was...Adele...yeah, heard one of her songs, utterly boring. Good vocals though.

Anyway, back to our highlight. I guess Rihanna's really in Disturbia right now, and Chris Brown's image changed Forever. What happened in that oh-so-charming Lamborghini that day, we'll never know until the both of them come clean. Fans are segregated into Team Rihanna and Team Chris now. As for me, I choose to be in Team Kaypoh lah. Haha.

There was even a rumour surrounding Leona Lewis. Some said she flirted with Chris Brown?! Who knows it might lead to Rihanna in the car Bleeding Love. We shall wait and see how the story unfolds. Oh yes, the most interesting one I've read. Rihanna gave Chris an STD which caused him to go berserk. Probably bullshit again but you never know, do you?

I sound like I've no stand in this, which in fact I dont nor do I want to. Not a fan of Rihanna nor Chris, but I think I sing With You, the offkey version perfectly. This has got to be one of the most juicy scandal of 2009 because I don't usually blog about things like these like a kaypoh Singaporean aunty at your local neighbourhood park. I'd rather poke Msian politics but they really need something fresh. Perak's political turmoil is so old school scandal lah. I'm bored.

So, anyone wants to listen to Take A Bow? Very apt for now isn't it?

It Isn't Coming.

2009-02-01T09:10:00.000-08:00

So the Mona Lisa isn't coming to Malaysia after all.
I was thinking about going to have a look at it, pondering what made it such a special one.

Oh well, the Ministry of Unity, Culture, Arts and Heritage has to settle for something else. Cheaper probably?

You state the bid.

I miss Neal. That's all.

2009-02-01T08:53:00.000-08:00

"Close your eyes. What do you see?"
"Black."
"Look harder."

-The Black Balloon

"The whole problem with people- is they know what matters but they don't choose it. The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters."

-The Secret Life of Bees

"Society can't exist without the family."
"We're not against that."
"Can two men reproduce?"
"No, but God knows we keep trying."

-Milk

"Doctors...Lawyers...never get past 60 thousand rupees. He's won 10 million.
"What can a slumdog possibly know?"
"The answers."

-Slumdog Millionaire

Gong Xi Fa Cai

2009-01-29T18:11:00.000-08:00

I'm still very much open-handed in case you want to give me a little red packet that emanates a blinding gold light when I open it, thank you.

I need more substance to keep this blog alive.

Substances like these....

Hot substance.(the left or the right, you decide)

Sexy substance.(amanda, it's a downrightstraightforward compliment, no sarcasm. i miss your laughter.)

and maybe a little naughty substance.

Though the naughty substance is going to make kangaroos and koalas naughtier soon, i'm sure we all back here will rejoice and throw a party the moment we see the plane take off. It's quite easy to identify which plane it is, just look out for the one that you find hard to lift because
naughty substance has added on substantial substance to her already substance-filled body. Frankly, I think when she comes back, the plane won't even leave the runway. (this is utter bullshit, told ya i needed substance)

Sexy substance, on the other hand, will be celebrating being legal soon because she needs to accompany me to clubs and spread sexiness on the dance floor. She also got herself a new haircut(with bangs!!) because she knows I've a thing for girls with BANGS (i'm thinking this statement can come across wrongly). Anyway, Happy 18th Birthday! Get sexier each year.

All right, we all know the substance on the right in the 1st picture is much hotter, no thanks to himself. So hot that his display picture on MSN(which I thought was naked) looks like a degraded Calvin Klein underwear ad campaign. This new year, he's aiming for 7% of iforgotwhatitwas. All the best, my friend. By the end of this year, you can do a campaign for Victoria's Secret already, that's an upgrade.(kidding)

I think this post is rather demeaning, but I said I needed substance. What's better than substances in my life? It's a way of keeping in touch ain't it? The verdict out of this is......

I'm bored to my bones in college and abusing free internet the Msian way when I've loads of homework, an assignment and a meeting with my advisor in 15 minutes.

crap.

It's Time For.....

2009-01-16T23:41:00.000-08:00

College Life - Worded(it's going to be wordy)

So I survived week two of college. Everyone has talked about their college life so far and I'm about to also. Yes, I'm one to be victimised by the law of conformity. (no, i've absolutely nothing to keep my blog alive)

Anyway, I think I'm starting to adapt to college life. Computing Principles is entirely IT jargon to a computer illiterate like me but I guess Mr Siva Subramaniam made it quite interesting. Yes, Djians, your eyes did not deceive you. I indeed have a lecturer who goes by that name but I assure you he must be the good side that the Siva in school lost many many years ago, although he tends to be a little cynical at times. His jokes are..erm...cynically funny.

I think DJ misses me too much. Not only I have a lecturer with the same name, my English lecturer reminds me terribly of Pn. Cecilia (no complains). My Calculus lecturer, on the other hand, is a young, handsome, tall, smart and charming man who acts a lot like a cool version of Sherlock Holmes. Everything is elementary for him, though he prefers the term 'kindergarten'. Just a note, girls, he's taken. Just got married. Timing is everything, the early bird gets the worm.

I do miss secondary school a lot. My friends and all. I'm getting to know new people in college, one of them a male Japanese student who happens to be rather good looking with a sense of style , and this one is not taken yet, girls. I think. (Why do I feel like I'm turning my blog into some website for online dating? )

So, to those who claim they hate college. Just think back to the day when you first stepped foot into secondary school. It's the same feeling. Everything is brand new and this is what life is all about. Changes, changes and more changes. Embrace the past, live the present and anticipate the future.

Oh Dear

2009-01-10T22:23:00.000-08:00

In less than 24 hours, I won't have to cheat my way through the 18+ movies at the theatre.

My, my, how time flies.

Now I Know!

2008-12-31T19:02:00.000-08:00

Facebook is gradually overtaking the once popular Friendster as the new age networking phenomenon.
probably because Facebook has tons of applications such as my personal 'favourite' Pet Society.
and less lala people too.

Researchers at the University of Georgia asked untrained observers to look at the profiles of 130 Facebook users.

Study indicated that the profiles have glamorous self portraits, long lists of friends and self promoting wall comments. Author Keith Campbell says, 'Narcissists are using Facebook the same way they use their other relationships:for self promotion.'

I finally know why I'm a sucker for Facebook.

i think i lost blogging mojo.

Shoes Sent Flying

2008-12-17T21:32:00.000-08:00

Brownchoc

Mr. President

Somehow I think it's deja vu
or the opposite

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The following is why we remember our high school prom for years to come.

King. Looking *insert adjective here*

Almost queen...*ah..fried rice*

100% queen.

Which one is the million dollar picture?
You decide.

One Last Dance and Hello World.

2008-12-15T07:01:00.000-08:00

I'm not missing you...yet.

it was beautiful while it lasted.

it had to be. the night's beauty came with a rm1000+ price tag.

Go to Facebook for more beautiful pictures.

p/s: i've a priceless picture of the prom king and the prom committee chairperson. both very candid.

I Knew My Name Was Sexy

2008-11-28T05:09:00.000-08:00

What Nigeltehjaeshing Means

You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.

You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.

You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.

You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.

You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.

You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.

You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.

You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.

Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.

You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.

You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.

At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.

You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.

You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.

Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.

You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.

You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.

You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.

You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.

Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.

Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.

You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you.

You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries.

You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.

You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.

You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.

You have the classic “Type A” personality.

You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.

You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.

You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

Yes, i've nothing better to do.

Note to Self- Must Watchs

2008-11-27T20:40:00.000-08:00

Praying for Time

2008-11-27T18:44:00.000-08:00

PRAYING FOR TIME
These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers

This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses

The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But we'll take our chances'
Cause God's stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all God's children
Crept out the back door

And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much, much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time

These are the days of the empty hand
Oh you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year
This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over here

So you scream from behind your door
Say what's mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much but I'll take my chances'
Cause God's stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he can't come back'
Cause he has no children to come back for

It's hard to love there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too late
So maybe we should all be praying for time

"No event inspired the song. It's my way of trying to figure out why it's so hard for people to be good to each other. I believe the problem is conditional as opposed to being something inherent in mankind. The media has affected everybody's consciousness much more than most people will admit. Because of the media, the way the world is perceived is as a place where resources and time are running out. We're taught that you have to grab what you can before it's gone. It's almost as if there isn't time for compassion." - George Michael

The 125 massacred in Mumbai might be just a statistic for us watching here across the ocean. But in that 125, it means the whole world to those who lost the ones they loved.

What has become of our world today?

Can we still call it a world?

Or have we moved to become neighbours of hell?

Peace of Mind

2008-11-27T00:04:00.000-08:00

We are yet again witnessing another clash of the illiterate. Those who think they know better. But I got the better of them. haha

So, FATWA. What does it even stand for? Don't bother, don't care, don't give two hoots. It had such a low profile before this unnecessary issue came along. Ask someone if they know FATWA and they'll go 'what did you just say? FAT WHAT? FAT AH? I'm fat meh?'

This whole yoga issue might just be a publicity gimmick for people to remember by. Well, I don't blame them at all- religion is one very forgettable part in life. Believe me, I know best. Ask me Islamic History now and see for yourself. I believe most of our religions teach us to lead a simple life and avoid greed. Yet, I guess it's part of evolution in this increasingly materialistic world that the line at the Magnum, TOTO and DaMaCai in the evening is mental.

Let's not stray away. That's a whole different story.

What is FATWA's stand on this issue? Yoga will intoxicate the minds of people and divert the teachings of Islam because it contains Hindu practice. racist much.

'Pensyarah Fakulti Pengajian Islam Universiti Kebangsaan Malaysia Prof Zakaria Stapa berkata pergerakan senaman yoga adalah berdasarkan unsur agama Hindu yang dikhuatiri boleh memesongkan akidah umat Islam yang mengamalkannya.'

What....a genius.

The guy better be afraid of the Sisters in Islam(pro-yoga people). Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, watch out.

Let me ask you frankly and you give an honest answer.

Does this look threatening to your religion?

If yes, go to your mosque/temple/church/wat and spend the rest of your life hibernating there. Your faith in your own religion is too shaky.

You know, it's only a matter of time before they have The Complete Pocket Idiot's Guide to 108 Pathetic Reasons Why Fatwa is Against Yoga.

So, when they're done with yoga...they'll move on to taichi, qigong so on and so forth.

People would then fight for their rights and then our Pendidikan Moral subject in school would have more values.

Kebebasan Beryoga, Kebebasan Bertaichi and Kebebasan Berqigong, perhaps? this is meant to pull the legs of those who are still forced to learn that blessedly silly subject that I don't for the rest of my life.

Didn't you know? One foolish thing leads on to another foolish thing. It's a chain reaction. Foolishness is rampant. fatwa taught us that didn't they?

Whoa!

2008-11-25T00:12:00.000-08:00

I would like to congratulate myself for 2 things.

- I survived 90% of SPM. Still living, breathing and probably smiling.

- I actually managed to restrain myself from blogging. I thought I would break the promise initially. *gives pat on own back*

Well, since SPM is semi-history, this shall also be a semi-completed post. EST isn't done, mind you.

But you bet I've something to say about FATWA's yoga ruling.....

2008-10-19T02:17:00.000-07:00

Won't be blogging till SPM is over and done with.

I think I've become overly nerdified until I am now unable to make this non-permanent farewell sound interesting.

Back to my beloved Prophet Muhammad.

and 'char siew pao' in case I get too emotionally involved.

Animalistic

2008-10-08T23:26:00.000-07:00

Is it me or are humans getting more animalistic as we age?

We say that we are people of the 21st century yet I don't think we are of much difference compared to our ancestors in the Neolithic Age.

You read the news about a robber BITING a police officer. Yes, biting. That is just low, real low. The evolution process in life thankfully gave us useful limbs to utilise, so why bite? I mean, even the tiger will use its limbs to 'karate' if it could.

and then there are some who.....

commit animalistic acts in the jungle. Raping is really animal-like. Rapists think that they can just 'do' it as easy as animals. Who do they think Penan women are, treating them like animals? It really makes you wonder doesn't it? Is the human or monkey more animal-like in the jungle?

Now, there's another concrete proof that we are indeed from monkeys.

I think this blog has quite a lot of good articles that relate humans and animals.

Remember the elephants and women?

PSA

2008-10-04T22:05:00.000-07:00

3 Reasons Why This Works in U.S.

(i) The influence Hollywood has on the people of the U.S. stretches out far and wide. C'mon,girls...it's hottie Leonardo diCaprio!

(ii) Psychology has been very established in U.S. so reverse psychology does seem to have effect.

(iii) The media in U.S. has more freedom and less censorship as compared to 'you-know-where'.

3 Reasons Why This Won't Work in M'sia.

(i) Ask yourself, how many influential celebrities are there in M'sia? Can't make heads or tails? Just imagine Siti/Misha/Anita saying exactly the same things and doing what Michelle Trachtenberg did with her bra. *uggh, bad sight*

(ii) Tell a Msian about psychology and chances are....."So you deal with people in Tanjung Rambutan ah?"

(iii) A Public Service Announcement(PSA) this frank will call for another 'SA'. Without the 'P' but with an 'I'. Forgive the indirect statement, I've to be aware. Haven't we all learn from that journalist? The next thing you know, I might be taken into custody because 'my life is threatened and I need protection'.

I'm a Nine

2008-10-01T22:38:00.000-07:00

It started with Pythagoras, the Greek mathematician who invented the a2 + b2 = c2 Pythagorean Theorem, the only equation I remember from eleventh grade geometry. In 6th century BCE, Pythagoras combined mysticism with mathematics to construct a quotient about the future of one’s life. He coined it Pythagorean numerology and used numbers assigned to the letters in one’s full name (as well as using the numbers in one’s date of birth). The numerology determined what innate abilities one was given at birth to determine what might happen late in life, and it has become the source for modern numerology today.

How Numerology Works
When working with a name, numbers have corresponding letters. The numbers are added up and broken down into single digits in order to give you your final Destiny Number.

The Number Assignments
1= A, J, S
2= B, K, T
3= C, L, U
4= D, M, V
5= E, N, W
6= F, O, X
7= G, P, Y
8= H, Q, Z
9= I, R

How to Find Your Destiny Number
Write down your full name (first, middle, and last). This is the name you were given at birth—not your married name, etc.

Using the table above, write down the number matched to each letter in each name (i.e. AMANDA = 1, 4, 1, 5, 4, 1).

Add the numbers together for each name (i.e. 1+4+1+5+4+1= 16).

You will most likely get a double digit for each name; break down each double digit number you get by adding the first and second digit to get one number (i.e. from the 16 above, add together 1+6 to get 7, which is the number for my first name).

Add up the final numbers you get from each name (i.e. my middle name number is 8 and my last name number is 10, so 7+8+10 = 25).

Once again, break down any double-digit numbers into one digit to get your final Destiny Number (i.e. from the 25 above, add together 2+5 to get 7, which is my final Destiny Number).

In numerology, the basic vibrations are numbers 1 through 9, but the numbers 11 and 22 are master numbers and should not be reduced to a single digit since these are master vibrations.
There are plenty of books and Web sites that will give you a thorough analysis of your Destiny Number, but here’s a basic rundown on what your Destiny Number means for you:

1 is determined, autonomous, and self-reliant
2 is loyal, tactful, and analytical
3 is passionate, positive, and fun-loving
4 is sensible, traditional, and serious
5 is bold, temperamental, and sensual
6 is responsible, cautious, and domestic
7 is spiritual, unconventional, and somewhat reclusive
8 is money-oriented, assured, and authoritative
9 is versatile, compassionate, and worldly
11 is enlightened, deep, and high-strung
22 is ambitious, a global planner, and motivated

http://www.aboutnumerology.com/destinymeanings.php (for more detailed explanation)

Try it out. I did it because I wanted to have fun with numbers and love them again. 2 hours of Maths can make you a little annoyed with it.

Fish!

2008-10-01T06:59:00.000-07:00

Since my last post was about phobias, this shall be about philias.

and....

I think I'm Fishyphilia.

Fishes are just simply amazing, don't you think?
They're our source of essential protein.

They are the characters of good Disney cartoons, think Little Mermaid(well she is technically a fish) and Nemo!

They're used by angry teens to curse when they don't have the guts to say fuck.(whoops)

and and and

best of all...

they freaking love our shit. yes. that shit that comes out from our anus.
There is no other animal(i hope) that fights each other to eat shit.
Don't ask how I developed love for these fishes. Let's just say it's a little trip to a fishing village in Pangkor.

I JUST LOVE THEM BECAUSE THEY LOVE MY SHIT LAH.

It's so flattering.

talking abt being flattered.

lay shu, you're the inspiration for this post.

be flattered.

Are You Chocolactophobic?

2008-09-24T23:35:00.000-07:00

In the wake of the milk scandal, I think I've developed Lactophobia, or specifically

CHOCOLACTOPHOBIA.

It's time they add this in the list of phobias. But, I'm still enjoying chocolate milk. We can trust Dutch Lady can't we?

Anyway, the Domestic Trade and Consumers' Affairs Ministry has a new crop of superhero enforcers. They're called*DRUM ROLLS*

THE HOUSEWIVES!

Call of Duty: Justice for all against the wet market ah peks who increase the prices of goods as they like it.

Motto: One housewife for all and all housewives for one.

Salary: -RM1500/month + Commission( varies depending on the amount of bribe given by ah peks) + free chicken/fish/vegetables(depending on type of stall raided)

Weapons of Choice:

Now, you really got to fear The Housewife.

And you think corporate women are powerful?

anyway, the greenest city is New York.

Yes, I never would have guessed correctly too.

The Benefits of Being Homeless

2008-09-15T02:53:00.000-07:00

can be narrowed down to one- GOING GREEN.(which is what everyone is saying nowadays)

TOP 5 Reasons

#5 : Being homeless makes it easier for you to hang out together-you just flock in the same alley/dumpster/welfare centre hence no need to use any motor vehicles to travel.

#4: You go back to the basics of going green. Reduce, Reuse and Recycle. Homeless people are the masters at this I tell you. Everything from the 'bed' they sleep on to the food the scavenge fit the 3Rs.

#3: You can also help reduce energy consumption and save kachings. Let's do the math.

No home+No electricity=No bills

#2: You help to reduce the demand for houses therefore less deforestation. Less trees get chopped down, the earth still green.

#1: Because this issue was raised by 3 people who had nothing better to do one fine recess in the library and I came up with the idea so you accept it. Btw, do you know which city is considered the greenest city in the world? Answer in the cbox if you do. =D

Let's just all be homeless.

Of Elephants and Women

2008-09-05T01:07:00.000-07:00

The idea of this post came about after I read an article about elephants' memory.

And the first line was....

Similarity #1:Women and elephants never forget an injury.
Ah, maybe maybe. Elephants react negatively towards the sight and scent of clothing worn by members of the African Maasai tribe because Maasai men hunt elephants as a display of their masculinity. When women suffer an injury to the heart, literally, they never forget the man who broke it. Then suddenly the homo sapien tribe called men are jerks.

Similarity #2: Women and elephants are far more thoughtful mammals.
This is very true to a certain extent. Elephants follow a formalized family structure with older females called matriarchs, at the top and daughter elephants always stick close to their mothers. Male elephants leave the family at around 14 years of age or whenever they reach sexual maturity. So how many of our families have the mummys being the boss of the house? Oh, and they always say that daughters would be the ones sticking with mummy in the end even after they get married. Sons will just become slaves for their wives(wth). When we were little boys, we would go "Yay, mummy bought me a new Ultraman underwear!" and when we reach sexual maturity, mummy would have to rope us to buy an underwear.

Similarity #3: Women and elephants are very very persistent, persuasive and not to mention pushy.
Elephants are so persistent with grudges that they remember trainers or keepers who mistreated them. I'm not too sure about women with grudges. But, one thing's for sure- 5/6 people who left the "just blog laa" in my chatbox were women. Ahah, betcha didn't know you guys were test subjects. Muahahaha! For Julian.....we shall just let pass.

Similarity #4: Women and elephants have a way with their legs.
Elephants have many forms of communication to keep up with each other. One method for spatially locating other elephants is through the bundles of nerve sensors in their feet called Pacinian corpuscles. Even their toenails contain nerves that discern where sounds come from. Do we even need to mention this? Women, nail saloon and pedicures. Wannabe princesses communicate(gossip) while having their toe nails done.

Similarity #5: Elephants and women can cause rampage.
Well, we all know what happens when a herd of elephants run. Devastating, you think? Well, beware of the Malaysian Mega Sale then. Whenever you see a sign that says, "SALE. 70% off", there are two things you have to realise.
No. 1: You are no longer in a shopping complex but in the African outbacks.
No. 2: Run for cover because old women/young women/ah lians/see lais/lala muis are going to make the ground shake. Even if the Sichuan people are there, will say that they have never felt anything like it.

With that, don't you think women and elephants are just so similar? Primates may not be the only ones closest to our species. Wouldn't it be great if women have trunks? Then they can conveniently shower themselves and not snatch our bathrooms and hog them for hours. Want to know the only difference?

Oh damn I sound like a broken record but who cares....

Elephants definitely do not say "I feel fat" after pigging out. Women on the other hand.....

Abstinence is Key

2008-08-29T05:58:00.000-07:00

Abstain. Abstain.

No blogging till exams are over.

Is it me or is this getting more ironic than it already is?

i just need a little push.

someone to say,

"just blog lah"

2008-08-22T19:59:00.000-07:00

The best ideas come when you're not supposed to have it.

I need to keep these two in mind

(i) The Benefits of Being Homeless

(ii) The Similarities between Women and Elephants

As soon as trials are over.

I vowed to stay away from blogging and keeping my word for it.

Do you sense the irony? =D

Hmm....

2008-08-10T03:38:00.000-07:00

Dear readers, I hope you enjoy/enjoyed/will enjoy reading my 200th post.

Turbulent(i hope not) times are ahead and I've to brave the upcoming monster called TRIALS.

I'm retiring from blogging probably until trials are over(every blog i read says this). But yeah, I shall leave you with the 200th post before I continue updating with more interesting anecdotes.

Random fact #1: I'm fond of using 'Hmm....' nowadays. It's the coolest thing. =D

Random fact #2: I'll not be posting anything but do continue to spam my cbox, i'll reply when i come online. I'm not going to be a hypocrite and say I'll abstain from the comp. I can't.

till then.

My 200th post...

2008-08-10T03:10:00.000-07:00

is dedicated to something stupid. Well, stupidity is rampant nowadays, what to do?

Majority are talking about our 5 minute home-bred celebrity, Anwar.
Minority are saying not to forget the nobody who became a somebody, Saiful.

But everyone is asking each other- do you think Anwar really sodomised him?

Well, if you ask me, I'll tell you a story. A really really simple story.
And as every story goes...

Once upon a time, there were two boys playing happily in a room in a condominium.
Boys will always be boys. They were having fun poking each other(i hope) and one poked the other in the WRONG place.

One of the boys got mad( did he?) and being a childish child he said, " I'm telling Uncle Policeman!". And he really did.

The Uncle Policemen in our country are a very 'reliable' bunch. Hmm, so they arrested the Poker Boy and because he had previous poking crimes. History does repeat itself.

The government took this case very seriously because if Poker Boy does not get charged, he will be in charge of a playground called Permatang Pauh. When he is King of Permatang Pauh playground, he has the right to a seat in the bigger playground called the Parliament Playground with more kids with war of words that don't make any sense.(probably more kids to poke too)

But is it really our concern?

We are giving them the attention they want, too much in fact.

The more attention you give, the more fantabulous the games they'll play.

This Poke Poke Case is nothing more than a child's play gone overboard.

So kids, Uncle Legin hopes that this storytelling session has unfold the moral behind the drama.

What's the moral of the story, you ask?

Simple lah........POKE IN THE RIGHT PLACE!

Dream Destinations

2008-08-02T21:32:00.000-07:00

Forget Paris and Italy, let's explore the other gems in this world worth a visit.

I'm doing this for a few reasons,

(i) MY ITALY is being stolen as the dream destination

(ii) I need a vacation

(iii) It's very good motivation to help kick your ass to the study table. No money, no travel. Tsk.

I did not name the places to avoid them from being stolen again.

They're not very well known places.

But the best kept secrets are the most beautiful.

Hmm, This Gives Meng Leong's Robber A Run for His Money

2008-07-28T01:57:00.000-07:00

I thought the post in Meng Leong's blog was interesting. Until another robbery case made the headlines today.

I'm going to try to visualise the scenario.

Scene 1 Act 1. Action!
Setting: Rumah Kasih, SS3(children's home)

Robbers: Let's climb over the gate and rob this place. I'm sure we'll find treasure in there.*yeah im sure you will, it's a children's home*

(Innocent 12 year old Samantha in the hall)

Robber 1: (puts a parang to her neck). Shh!!! Be quiet.

(Another rushed to Rani the housekeeper in the kitchen)

Robber 2: Where's the money? Don't try to make any sounds or i'll kill you!

Rani: Please don't harm the children, this is a home for underprivileged girls. We do not have any money. *yeah, too bad some ppl lack common sense to know that an orphanage is not a bank*

(Robbers ransacked the place)

Robber 3: Really nothing lah. How come? (you stupid la)

Robber 1: Ok lah, we steal the van then.

(Two robbers ran inside the van)

Robber X: Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!.....but i'm just going to steal your van, yeah?

Oh robber, you should be sorry for yourself. Forgiveness is so overrated these days. People seem to think that they deserve forgiveness by just saying, SORRY.

I'm off

2008-07-26T05:45:00.000-07:00

to get Starbucks.

Honestly, how did the owner of the coffee chain get dropped out from the world's richest men list??
With people like Jessica Stam and Nigel Teh

The 'Dark Side' of the PS2

2008-07-25T03:06:00.000-07:00

The Playstation 2 has more of its dark side even when Star Wars isn't being played.

"Kids in Congo were being sent down mines to die so that kids in Europe and America could kill imaginary aliens in their living rooms,"

The demand for Playstations and probably every other game console has sparked an increase in Coltan, an unrefined metallic ore in Congo. It is a rare metal necessary for the manufacture of Playstation.

It's sad to know about Blood Diamonds but it's worse in this case. Heck, at least diamonds make you look beautiful, deaths are not totally in vain. But having other kids mine their own way to death so that privileged kids can kill imaginary aliens/knights/mutants etc etc is...............

Enough said.
Now, to get myself something for Christmas, a PSP.

Very hypocritical? We're all in this together. Unless you can give up your precious mobile.
Welcome to the hypocritical world.

Let's Talk Underwears

2008-07-19T21:17:00.000-07:00

" Fashion come and go, but style is forever"- Yves Saint Laurent.

Soon enough, the summer trend is going to lose its shine to welcome the fall/winter collection.

However, there is one part of our wardrobe that will never go out of fashion.

UNDERWEARS.

Don't you think? We wear underwear regardless of what season it is...maybe except a certain someone..*ahem*...*britney spears* *cough*.

Though in Msia, it's forever summer.

We love underwear because it protects the part dearest to us. And it is amazing what fluffy/furry/feathery designs they can come up with to enhance comfort. Just walk past LaSenza, hell it is like a child's playground...so pink...so comfy looking.

im no peeping tom.

Anyway, who cannot not love Victoria's Secret. Ah, the likes of Gisele, Adriana, Karolina.

But Queen Victoria?!?!?

All hail the longest reigning British monarch to date.

Maybe a period that long contributed to her 50-inch waist! Yeah, they recently found her supposedly underwear and yup....it's 50 inches.

I didn't bother much until I read that they're going to auction the underwear.

Utterly disgusting. Who the hell would want an old dead queen's underwear which is about the size of I dont know what?

I mean if it's Prince William's. Fine, maybe some crazy heiress who has too much money to spend after some Louis Vuitton and Gucci would want it.

If it's Gisele's. All hell breaks lose.

Now, i certainly hope the British Secret Service doesnt come after me.

007, im sorry,

I just had to point out this absurdity.

Maestro

2008-07-11T06:40:00.000-07:00

Hans Zimmer is amazing.

The Sequel.

2008-07-10T05:43:00.000-07:00

Although Political Circus was a box office flop, the 'producers' are betting their luck on a new one.

The Magic Show starring.....

Balasubramaniam(not Sivasubramaniam)

Just like any other magic show, he's the magician who goes Abra Kadabra bla bla bla Najib killed Altantuya and poof. Disappears after uttering some 'silly' sentence.

Though in this case, we're not 3 year olds. We know he did not really disappear. They always have these trap doors that they fall into. Somehow, the trap door that he fell into was a black hole that could teleport him to a 'neighbouring country'.

Singapore maybe? Nah, not much land to hide in. Lol.

Borneo Island? Wait wait, 'neighbouring country' wasn't it?

Philipines? A little too far out.

I'll bet it's Thailand.

It's our neighbour.

Outcasts like Chin Peng are there.

Best of all, you can come back a whole new person.

Balasubramaniam might just become Jeyanti/Punitha/Vikneshwary/Puvaneswari/ Allimalar? Lol.

sex change, the best disguise.

Faith in Love

2008-07-08T07:50:00.000-07:00

we were just two hearts bound for different roads.

why they didnt lead us to forever, we will never know

When The Estrogens Go Wild.

2008-07-05T21:16:00.001-07:00

Forget POLITICAL CIRCUS

It flunked at the box office. Apparently, Msians are tired of watching political movies. Turn to Boston Legal people, it's definitely more mature.

Anyway, back to our title for the post. As we all already know(or don't), the two Singaporean blogging queens are unleashing their wrath on each other. The effect of PMS times 10? =D

So, we all can draw a conclusion from this, it's not all fame and fortune being a famous blogger.

You even get hate blogs created for you, http://www.xanga.com/dawn_wayang. (really really mean)

That is why I shall withdraw the title of the self-proclaimed next Kenny Sia. I'd rather much be a nobody blogger. You never know when the testosterones can get jealous of each other and have a catfight of their own. I'll pass.

do continue to visit my blog though.

I don't want nor need a hate blog. http://www.legays-anecdote.blogspot.com/? dont click, doesnt exist......yet.

I'm ecstatic when people tell me my blog is good. I'm overwhelmed by joy when people come up to me and say your blog is cool. I love it when strangers visit my blog. If I wanted to be a famous blogger, a 'DJians Blogging Awards' should suffice. I don't need nuffnang paying me shitloads of money and putting up yellowman ads on my blog. (which explains why i do not have nuffnang on my blog)

although getting paid thousands isn't exactly a bad thing.hehehe

There's More Than What Meets The Eye

2008-07-04T23:12:00.000-07:00

Okay, our eyes have seen(or read about) the battle for rocks.

Now, our latest home-grown blockbuster (after a certain scandal early this year which grossed about i'd say a million google/youtube/yahoo hits) swept Malaysians, particularly stock market players, off their feet, literally.

Hell, forget about the ever stunning Charlize Theron in Hancock. Or sultry Angie in Wanted. Yeah, yeah....enough rave reviews about Get Smart. Where's your Msia Boleh spirit?

Have you watched Msia's latest?

It's called POLITICAL CIRCUS!

Rating : PG 18 due to possibly sodomy scenes and supossedly sexual affairs.

Trust me, the casts are Academy Award-worthy folks. Storyline is the most original heck even original is an understatement. This movie won't burn a hole in your wallet, mind you, only 1.30RM on weekdays and 1.50RM on weekends(rates apply for The STAR only). For such an interesting movie(without the need of special effects), it's one hell of a good deal.

Disclaimer : The work of the author in this "movie" review is purely based on personal opinions. The blog is not to be held liable for possible riots/strikes/rallies. No intended criticisism is directed to any party at all.

Just A Short Post....With a Small Wish

2008-07-02T07:18:00.000-07:00

Dear God/Buddha/Allah/Santa/Some Great Force in Heaven I Truly Respect

On the night of July the second of 2008, I have a small wish to wish for. =D

I've been good.

I don't think I've commited any of the 7 Deadly Sins.

(well, maybe except gluttony)

I'm no Christian and it's too early for a Xmas present.

A good 17 year old can wish can't he?

I just want my backyard to have oil buried underneath like the backyards of North Dakotans.

At least a millionaire is made a day in North Dakota.

Besides, my ride is really eating up a lot of petroleum it committed the sin of gluttony just like its owner.

It doesnt hurt to have some black gold in my backyard.

Space Garden

2008-06-27T03:06:00.000-07:00

This has to be space travel's best discovery yet.

Martian soil is good enough to grow ASPARAGUS says NASA.

Why is it good?

Not because it might be a probable solution to our food crisis if the world population continues to increase, but PETA members(namely extremists) and probably vegans can finally call a place home.

Yes, I'm a meat lover. Sue me.

They don't seem to be quite fond of earthlings eating meat. Take Jessica Simpson for example, why make a big fuss about someone's shirt bearing the phrase "Real Girls Eat Meat".

Go to hell, I say. Or rather to Mars in this case. The only thing we can eat there is asparagus. Absolutely no beef, no pork and no chicken.

The only thing made of meat would probably be the PETA members.

Now, i wonder if Martians eat meat.

hahaha

Burn It Smartly!

2008-06-21T04:09:00.000-07:00

Oh, come on! That pathetic stage in the hall?

That little class inhabited by smart alecs way in the corner on the first floor of block F beside the girls' toilet would've left a bigger impact. =D

Or maybe the one with a lot of books? ehehe, then i'll be out of work.

blessed dude/dudette. didnt you know that burning down what you burnt down is going to make me spend my Sunday in school.

Blogging Norms

2008-06-20T06:03:00.000-07:00

"i bet the prefects woulda be happy if they saw the goodies which were in my bag haha"

Trust me, 9/10 blogs you blog hop to has this strike off thingamagingy. However common it is, it took me hours of brain juice extraction process just to find out how the heck they do this thingamagingy? Now my brain is suffering from a drought. No juice left.

What's next?

Pictures of self are a must on 99% of the female species' blogs. Pictures are like cosmetic make up on their blog posts. They beautify the posts.

Moving on......

Bloggers just have to show the world what is peristalsis-ing down their bellies. Yes, we're really really interested to know, be it mee mamak or foie gras

Another typical blogging scenario.....

I woke up at 8am this morning. I brushed my teeth and took my bath. Then, I had breakfast which consisted of two slices of bread and jam. While I was eating, my transport arrived and honked real loud. I rushed out the door with the bread still in my mouth. School is stupid. Curse the teachers la, give so much homework. Got exams coming also, very stressed. Came home, went for tuition blah blah blah blah
Why go through all that trouble? Everything can be summarised into 6 letters. B-O-R-I-N-G.
Next we have......
%^#%$*^#&^&$%#*$^&#*^$&*#^$&#
The universally renowned way of venting anger out. Use &*($%($&%*($&. Well understood.
Lastly, the norm that deserves the lamest post award.
I type in webdings and hopefully no one will find out about my secret.
Oh, yes. You got that right.

Voila. Blogging norms, sometimes you just get so sick of them.
And i ABSOLUTELY DEFINITELY SURELY CONFIRMABLY do blog like that.

sweet irony
anyway, thanks to the following bloggers for participating indirectly in this research. Yes, i blog hopped to research on the norms.

~~Pls, take no offense~~

Everything's Going into a Transition Period

2008-06-12T00:31:00.000-07:00

The prices of goods are sky-rocketing these days.

Everything is so pricey that even economical rice turned into business class rice.

If you have a big big car, drive with big big pride, you're a big big idiot.
(sing it using the tune of 'im a big big girl')

You think you can bully small small car drivers laa?
Stoopid you're the one getting bullied by an inanimate thing called PETROL.

But some of us don't seem to be affected by the price-hike. Take Brangelina for example. Two pink chandeliers for the babies' nursery worth US$899, US$3200 Versailles-style cribs, US$2800 changing tables, US$4500 French wardrobe.

Talk about being born with a silver spoon in the mouth.This is extravagant, this is being born with a treasure chest of silver spoons in their mouths.Better hope their lips will be as big and thick as their mum's.Anyway, if you earned the money, you have the right to spend it.

No qualms. I'm just wondering if the US$2800 changing tables have poop-cleaning function when they change the diapers. Seriously laa, it has to have some hi-tech function to hold that price tag.

it's big!

it's fabulous!

it's gonna rock the house.

and also prove that.....

'seluar londeh' is no longer in fashion.

keep reading to find out more.

Ok, I'm Getting Famous!

2008-06-06T02:15:00.000-07:00

It's only a matter of time before www.legins-anecdote.blogspot.com become the next big thing in Msia. Kenny Sia, watch your back! Alright, kidding! Light years away from that.

But my visitor count is increasing quickly.
(i visit my blog 10 times a day. ehehe.)
Hey, at least I've a loyal fanbase.

And the nominees for Loyal www.legins-anecdote.blogspot.com Fan are...

(i) Young Tze Xian

(ii) Gan Lay Shu

(iii) Wordsworth

I think I should start to charge a little to those who visit. Entrance fee. =D

However, there has got to be another reason why people frequent www.legins-anecdote.blogspot.com other than the handsome blogger.

Must be the nutrient-rich posts. Lets review.

Nutritional Information of www.legins-anecdote.blogspot.com.

-as inspected and provided by Department of Health of Legin Het Corp.(DOHLHC) ....wth?

Ingredients: Wit of Legin Het, Concentrated Brain Juice of Legin Het, Legin Het's incomparable

style of blogging, Permitted Flavourings(with minimal foul language) to add

zest and Permitted Colouring to beautify things.

Serving Size: Portion kept less than 1000 words to prevent obesity.

Energy: 10457834 kJ (and that is 347835643 more than what you get from your daily

carb intake)

Carbohydrate: 0.00001 g ( kept low for the females who would most probably say "I feel fat"

after consumation.)

Protein: 1000000 g ( don't we all love Atkin's Diet?)

Fat: As much as it takes to make you say, " I feel FAT"

Vitamin: Vitamin L, E, G, I, N, H, E, T

Water content: Well that depends on how much you salivate, tear or probably pee from the

humour. Collect and measure. Send in data to

www.legins-anecdote.blogspot.com for survey purposes. ( reminder: only data,

no sample pls)

Lastly...

Suitable for all ages as long as you continue to visit www.legins-anecdote.blogspot.com.

is it me or does this post contain more narcissism, arrogance and lameness?

note the number of www.legins-anecdote.blogspot.com in this post

click click.

nuffnang will be knocking on my door soon.

And in this corner we have Msia...........

2008-06-01T08:11:00.000-07:00

and the other side we've S'pore.

Both seem to have some sort of fetish for rocks on sea.
A 25 year long battle for rocks.

I know I know. It's that territorial issue. Just like ol' times, more land...bigger empire. if they still use the term 'empire' that is.

And now...we're going treasure hunting for some letter written by some British governor to the Johor Sultanate back in those days.

In the end..even if we found the letter,
and bring it to the International Court of Justice(ICJ)
what'll we get?

Oh, yes, I forgot...JUSTICE is what we'll get.
Justice is served.

WE GET ROCKS. YAY!

msia boleh

I'm back.

2008-05-30T02:44:00.000-07:00

I'm back from camp.

I'm back as a better man.

I'm back with a sunburnt shoulder.

I'm back with a swollen knee.

I'm back missing the times I enjoyed during my final librarian camp.

I'm back to my darling blog.

I'm back with a lot of photos but don't expect to see any, I don't photoblog. I'm too lazy.

I'm back thinking what I should do for the rest of the week.

I'm back realising how sexy the girls' school uniform is, but wonders why I was never turned on in school.

Women

2008-05-22T06:13:00.000-07:00

You got to admit it. Women nowadays are really on a level above their male counterparts.

The universities now are flooded with estrogen overpowering the testosterone.

They have the ability to rule countries, from Queen Elizabeth II to Hillary Clinton(though highly unlikely).

Let's not forget the domestic engineer a.k.a the housewife. Housewives are great multi-taskers. They are chaffeurs, chefs, teachers, janitors etc etc.

But above all....

You have got to applaud them for their amazing sensory receptors

When the average human, usually a man, has only 5 receptors namely

touch, heat,cold,pain and pressure

Women nowadays have an extra one....

the fat receptor.

Honestly, aren't you amazed when a girl can tell you 'I feel fat'. I mean, how do you feel fat?

You can see yourself getting fat, you can measure the fat level in your body but how do you feel fat?

yet they don't deprive themselves of food

and they shouldnt.

size 0 is so yesterday.

LoL.

2008-05-16T05:03:00.000-07:00

Sometimes humour can be so subtle.

I crack myself up.

So, humour began when Monica said something about drinking 'fresh' underground river water( yes we're going to an underground river in Gua Tempurung during our very 'effective-sure-to-breed-an-amazing-leader' leadership camp=D) xian, i can already hear your jealous grumbles from here.

Anyway, I doubt that the river water will be fresh and clean. Hey, Malaysia lah.

So just to burst her bubble, I said that the water source might lie a dead mountain goat. Don't ask why a mountain goat.

Apparently it is virtually impossible to find a mountain goat in Malaysia so we had to settle with a sun bear.

So this really random thought popped into my mind...

What'll happen when you drink water that contains well...... dead sun bear essence?

You suffer from Mad Sun Bear Disease

For some reason, I find the name really cute. It's like the cutest sounding disease ever. Cmon, compare it to cystic fibrosis, atheroscelerosis blah.

If there's Mad Cow Disease....why can't we have a Mad Sun Bear Disease?

And that's the birth of the cutest disease in history.

exams are doing me bad

i dont believe i humour myself like this

Now That's Naughty

2008-05-11T02:02:00.000-07:00

Heard of the new Perodua Nautica?

or rather 'Naughty Car" as we Malaysians pronounce it.

haha.

The new 4WD is bigger and better to let us do ' whatever you like' in it.

Just imagine doing 'whatever you like' in a kancil.

Too small for 'action' eh.

Now.......

dont get naughty!

malaysians really have a niche at naming things

I'm Releasing Too.

2008-05-09T02:11:00.000-07:00

Okay. Week 1 of exams down. 2 more weeks to go. damn.

Since I'm 99.99% unprepared for any of my papers this term, tsk as usual....I had to force myself out of bed at 3am everyday.

Oh, I tell you it ain't easy. The self argument you have to battle with yourself and WIN just to drag that lazy head away from the pillow. The fault lies with inertia. And i need more dopamine to relieve stress. Note the physics thing and bio thing. Haha, cant get it outta my mind.

So, Wesak Day would be next next Monday. So while some go to the temple and release

pigeons/doves/toads/ants?

I shall release.......

STRESS. hehe.

dont you just love exams?

It's Just A Stimulus

2008-05-02T05:50:00.000-07:00

I quote Pn. Lim

" When someone tries to punch you, just think of it as light. Because everything you see is actually the light stimulus. And that is how those who meditate keep calm and do not feel pain"

I quote Ee Jane

"Teacher, what if someone runs to you and stabs you with a knife?"

Pn. Lim said

"Haiya, then it's only you seeing light, then feel touch and then pain pain pain la"

So I had a little discussion with Zhao Wen...

"So does that mean you don't actually fall in love with a person when you see him/her but in fact you fall in love with the light from the person?So there's no such thing as love at first sight. it's love at first light laa."

biology is the study of life and organisms and how they interact with the surrounding environment.

oh, wait! it's also the study of love. =D

An Inconvenient Truth

2008-04-26T07:46:00.000-07:00

erm....what can i say?

it is really inconvenient.
inconvenient to know about.
well, 90% of times, the truth is rather inconvenient to know.

so go watch 'An Incovenient Truth'

you're in for a a scare.

reality will never hit you any harder than this.

global warming.

real hot topic.

as hot as it gets, nobody's really doing anything much abt it

Just What I've Always Wanted

2008-04-18T04:50:00.000-07:00

Pretty.

just what i've always wanted as a little boy.

a ferris wheel.

this one is(or was, cant seem to find it anymore) auctioned on EBAY

wonder how much it'll cost.

well, time to pay the 'ah long' a visit.

round and round.

here we go.

Beware!

2008-04-14T01:05:00.000-07:00

Above is the new road sign released by the JPJ.

It's a road hazard drivers have to be careful of.

Upon sight of it, please...don't panic.

you cant strip me off the road.

i'm a P now!!

N.S.

2008-04-11T04:14:00.000-07:00

N.S.= National Service?

i think not.

N.S.= Not Sane

Believe me I've nothing against N.S. although I'll be really reluctant if I got picked*touches wood*

I just have something against the N.S's TV commercial. It's all bull.

"Jurulatih semua baik-baik belaka"

That line is all it takes to turn you off.

Speak the truth, people!

i think N.S. and moral education have a lot of things in common.

don't you?

That Thing Called L.O.V.E

2008-04-10T07:11:00.000-07:00

Women can talk longer with less effort than can men. That has been proved repeatedly. Why? Because the vocal cords of women are shorter than those of men and so release less air through them to carry the sound. It's all a matter of breathing.
breathe, just breathe

A team of medical experts in Virginia contends you're more likely to catch the common cold virus by shaking hands than by kissing.
so next time you meet someone new, save them the trouble and KISS em.

It's reported that more than 10,000 marriages a year now are directly traceable to romances which begin during coffee breaks.
anyone wants to have recess with me?

It's the unmarried girl under the age of 21 who's statistically most inclined to get a headache. It's a proven fact, too, that few patients in mental hospitals even get a headache
bottom line, get married at 13 to save you the headache.

In medieval Italy kisses weren't taken -- or given -- lightly. If a man and a woman were seen embracing in public they could be forced to marry.
talk about public display of affection

The longest kiss listed in the Guinness Book of World Records lasted an incredible 417 hours.
and that's a lot of calories burnt =D

Husbands who kiss their wives before leaving home in the morning have been documented to live five years longer than those who do not.
the power of love...

* 2 out of 5 have married their first love. * Only 4% asked the parents' approval for their bride's hand. * 1 in 5 men proposed on his knees. * 6% propose over the phone.
i'm okay with the rest. but which idiot would agree to a proposal through the phone.

Florida law forbids a housewife there to break more than three dishes a day
or else....

The ladies of old Rome customarily put perfumed swan's fat in their bathtubs filled with donkey milk.
and that's supposed to make them beautiful. believe it.

The primary ambition of a Zulu's wife is to help her husband acquire sufficient means to buy another wife... so they can split the chores.
i'm speechless

Girls get about five times as many warts as do boys.
ahah, better stock up on those SK-IIs and Estee Lauder, girls.

In men the hypothalamus (small organ near the brain stem) is larger than in most women. When provoked, the hypothalamus heightens rage, thirst, hunger and desire; possibly explaining boys' more rambunctious behavior.
if girls can use PMS as a reason, here's one for the boys.

What does "getting a Valentine" mean in criminal jargon?it means Receiving a one-year jail sentence
still hoping for a Valentines?

The word "paradise" originally was the Persian word for a royal amusement park.
the word definitely came from a king watching his half naked concubines dancing in the park

Experts insist that the average person falls in love seven times before marriage.
still counting...

The heart is the most common symbol of romantic love. Ancient cultures believed the human soul lived in the heart. Others thought it to be the source of emotion and intelligence. Some believed the heart embodied a man's truth, strength and nobility. The heart may be associated with love because the ancient Greeks believed it was the target of Eros, known as Cupid to the Romans. Anyone shot in the heart by one of Cupid's arrows would fall hopelessly in love. Because the heart is so closely linked to love, it's red color is thought to be the most romantic.
L.O.V.E is universal

Dear Violet Lee,

2008-04-05T05:49:00.000-07:00

The card I gave you seemed blank huh?
*if you happen to read this, you can always print it out and stick it on the card, ehehe*

You know in your high school years, there'll always be someone who will have a spectacular birthday. Yours is one of them. I had a great time there. Thanks for inviting.

We had our ups and downs.

2004: Our innocent minds were just starting to discover things. I'm glad to discover it with you.
Remember the car wash? good ol times eh?

2005: We grew up a little. Classes were fun sitting behind you and watching you hide behind
textbooks doing you know what

2006: I think this was the year we had that special bond. We sat away from each other but you
always chased Neal away to sit beside me. I liked that. We looked good in the kimonos
(go to the library comp and steal the pics)

2007: We kinda fell apart. I think I'll call this the rediscovering phase. We kinda lost each other,
or rather I did. =D

2008: The year has not ended. We were off to an awkward start. I don't know how you feel
but I'm better. Are you happy where we stand in each other's hearts now? I am.

Violet Lee, thanks for FIVE beautiful years.

The journey with you had been great, sometimes we stop walking and tell each other stories of our lives. Sometimes we walk into different paths. Yet in the strangest and weirdest ways our paths cross again. Sometimes we discover each other again like how fishball-eye-girl discovered the geek way back then. Let's keep walking and see what happens next. =D

what's wrong with silence?

we speak through our hearts.

Hell, You're Smart.

2008-03-31T04:14:00.000-07:00

You know the Chinese mind is really complicated...

They can think of things no other man can...

And that's why Chinese and the China market are successful.

They extend their intelligence even to the afterworld.

I mean, when you burn those big big Mercedes cars, haven't you thought of how to fuel them?

You burn your ancestor a petrol station too.

Hell's economy will be boosted.

Wonder how much petrol will cost there though, I mean...a piece of Hell's Bank Note is worth at least five figures.

Qing Ming is amazing.

Seriously, a petrol station?

Wedding Bells? The Good and The Bad.

2008-03-28T07:40:00.000-07:00

You know the Hong Kong TVB Drama, To Grow With Love?

It irks me a little.

One failed marriage, fine, wrong timing.

Two failed marriages? No luck with fate? Never mind, third time's the charm.

No doubt. Three failed marriages. The only reason left is.....

No reason at all.

Go die, you've lost all fate and faith.

19 years of irreconcilable differences.

Kudos to you, Robin Williams.

This One's For The Girls

2008-03-23T07:12:00.000-07:00

MENopause

MENtal stress

MENstrual cramps

why do all problems start with men?

girls, we're not all that bad.

The Toilet's Wow Effect

2008-03-21T07:07:00.000-07:00

After 5 years in SMKDJ, today was a historical moment for me as i stepped foot into the boys' washroom beside the school's hall.

It was undeniably cleaner than the other washrooms and it also has a full or 3/4 length mirror for the vainpots.

However, nothing fits better in a toilet than encouraging words like COOPERATION and SUCCESS.

Hmm, I wonder....how do you actually practice those values in the toilet? Better not let my imaginations run wild. =D

the ingenious people of the school

spreads good values whereever 'appropriate'

Happy Birthday!

2008-03-19T08:26:00.000-07:00

Happy Birthday Nabi Muhammad s.a.w. !

I never imagined myself saying this but

I love you, Nabi!

Your birth gave me a day of holiday!

and that means more sleep.

dont have to thank me in my dreams.

you're too kind

2008-03-19T08:10:00.000-07:00

Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing.

There is a time for silence.

A time to let go...

And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.

Gloria Naylor

how true.

now i need a friend to help me overcome...

enjinmatinophobia.

bless me.

The Recap

2008-03-16T02:03:00.000-07:00

* Took my foot off the brake pedal. Stepped the clutch pedal hard. Goes into the first gear. Handbrake down.Go!*

Instructor: Slowly....slowly...slowly lift your foot off the clutch.

*Lifted foot slowly....slowly....slowly...*

Nigel: It's moving!

*a little too much, too fast off the clutch. enjin mati laa*

=.='

must be better next time around! i dont even want to imagine how i look practicing my turning on the imaginary steering wheel. well, a little humiliation for better driving.

Tension of Opposites

2008-03-15T06:06:00.000-07:00

"Have I told you about the tension of opposites?"
The tension of opposites?

Life is a series of pulls back and forth.
You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't.
You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.-
A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle.
Sounds like a wrestling match, I say.
A wrestling match.
He laughs.
Yes, you could describe life that way.-
So which side wins, I ask?Which side wins?
He smiles at me, the crinkled eye, the crooked teeth.

"Love wins. Love always wins."

Games, The Real Playground is Your Mind.

2008-03-12T09:17:00.000-07:00

A BLOKE IN Philadelphia has been convicted of murdering his 17-month-old daughter after she knocked his Xbox over.Twenty-seven-year old Tyrone Spellman seems to have gone bonkers at daughter Alayiah after she pulled on the leads to his console, knocking it over.

I read in disbelief.

What's next? PS 2? Nintendo?

i remember posting about a divorce because of Counter Strike.

Games, who's playing who really.

no wonder he's called tyrone.

what a tyrant,

playing truant.

Young at Heart

2008-03-10T06:31:00.000-07:00

my dirty little secret...

i love going to playgrounds and watch little kids

the michael jackson in me.hehe

just kidding, i just never lost the fondness for playgrounds since i was a kid

i get utterly excited by playgrounds.

the inner child in me, not the michael jackson.

well, time to grow up.

me against the world.