I was watching a show called Forbes 20 Richest Women In Entertainment just now and I learned a few things.
1. I'm never gonna be as rich as these sick bastards.
2. You can be as ugly as Janet Jackson and still be rich.
3. If you're Mariah Carey, you can be ugly, have a very pitchy voice, big boobs and pay people to spray 24 karat gold all over for you for that extra glitter.
4. If you're Madonna (who's above Mariah), you can be old, ugly and suck at singing but stil get diamond studed fake eyelashes.
5. I hate these rich bastards for being filthy rich.
6. Julia Roberts is an angel who cares for the earth by driving a Prius eventhough she's a sick bastard who is the highest paid actress of all time.
7. Despite what we all think, Tom Cruise is NOT a girl... I was sooo hoping they'd put him on that list.
8. You can write stupid children's books called Harry Potter (which I really love reading) and earn 1 billion dollars even BEFORE you finish the very last installment. To think she was living off welfare when she sold her first Harry Potter book.
9. Oprah Winfrey is so freaking rich you wanna burn her alive but she does so many humanitarian stuffs that you'd feel guilty for it... but stil wanna burn her. She has 1.5 billion dollars. I'd be happy with just 0.01% of her fortune.
At least we don't normal a.k.a. non-millionaire / billionaire people don't have to get slaped in the face with this fact:
10. In a few years when Paris Hilton's father dies, she and her blondness and trademark stupidity along with that never aging Tinklebell is gonna inherit a shit-load of money and pass a lot of people on that list like a breeze.
FYI, Paris is number one on the list of top heirs in the world.
Oh, the horror of life of the rich and famous!!!!! They have to worry about living below the soon-to-be billionaire Paris while we've the luxury of trying to survive on char siu pui lunches.
Monday, May 28
Saturday, May 19
Happiness Is Man-Made. It's Fake.
I'm wounded by grief. Oh~ how this heart aches with sorrow! (Trying to act dramatic)
Slur, do you realize that in a month's time, we would have nothing, nil... not a single thing to do with each other anymore. It's over. We had a good run, it was a fun one and half year bla this and that but in one months time we'll no longer wake up so early in the morning and think "I have school today."
Yeah, sure we'll message each other (maybe) constantly and say "Let's go out!" but that'll be it. In another 4 months Han and MS (and possibly you) are going to a different continent. Wow~! I'll no longer have to listen to a big hamster whine (^.^)V PEACE~~!!
So before these ties that bind gets severed by time, let's make a few plans first.
1) Shu! You owe me a date, k? You're welcomed to give me more than one.
2) Pat, don't go back to Thai (if you were planning to) so early cause after the exams, we're definitely gonna go climb Penang Hill, k? And Mae says she wanna go to Thailand or just Phuket or something. You can be our tour-guide!
3) Slur, please please please ask or force your mom to let you out more often cause we have a lot of things to do and I don't have the patience to wait around for a big hamster.
4) Han! Since you don't have NS anymore, faster make plans for our holiday!
And that's it. It's sad to know that in a few months time we'll pack our bags and go our way so before that happens, let's make this a time to remember.
Slur, do you realize that in a month's time, we would have nothing, nil... not a single thing to do with each other anymore. It's over. We had a good run, it was a fun one and half year bla this and that but in one months time we'll no longer wake up so early in the morning and think "I have school today."
Yeah, sure we'll message each other (maybe) constantly and say "Let's go out!" but that'll be it. In another 4 months Han and MS (and possibly you) are going to a different continent. Wow~! I'll no longer have to listen to a big hamster whine (^.^)V PEACE~~!!
So before these ties that bind gets severed by time, let's make a few plans first.
1) Shu! You owe me a date, k? You're welcomed to give me more than one.
2) Pat, don't go back to Thai (if you were planning to) so early cause after the exams, we're definitely gonna go climb Penang Hill, k? And Mae says she wanna go to Thailand or just Phuket or something. You can be our tour-guide!
3) Slur, please please please ask or force your mom to let you out more often cause we have a lot of things to do and I don't have the patience to wait around for a big hamster.
4) Han! Since you don't have NS anymore, faster make plans for our holiday!
And that's it. It's sad to know that in a few months time we'll pack our bags and go our way so before that happens, let's make this a time to remember.
Saturday, May 12
OH MY *censored* GOD!!!
Scientist spend billions of dollars trying to decipher the reason why youngsters these days are getting so violent when the answer is staring straight back at them in the morning shows! It took me one meal at a Japanese restaurant to find the root of all evil that plants seeds of darkness in the minds of our generation: Tom & Jerry!
That idiotic Jerry (the mouse) is so full of spite, hatred, jealousy and nonsensical violence! I can't believe such malicious actions by that ugly cousin of Mickey Mouse is deemed safe enough for the viewing of kids all over the world! Such monstrocity and atrocity! Who could those supposedly mother-knows-best and no-liquor-till-you-18 and the censor-everything-fun adults actually approve it for general viewing!
If it were up to me, I wouldn't allow even U-21 to watch it man!
And I'll ban Barney just cause his purpleness annoys me... See what I'm saying? I grew up watching Tom & Jerry and see how irrationally spiteful I am!
And now those brainless scientists go like "Ooo~ Uga booga, video game no no good. Ugaga no no play video game. Video game many many violent!"
Violent my left foot! It has nothing compared to the silly antics of Jerry.
He (or it, as you prefer) burns Tom's feet for no reason at all.
He catapults Tom into and tree and throw Tom into a boiling pot!
He relentlessly gets in the way of Tom everytime Tom tries to do his own thing like flirt with a female cat.
He throws bombs at Tom.
He sets really really emotionally and physically traumatising traps for Tom.
And the list goes on and on. So what say you my little friend? Is the picture below more violent than the thought of your fellow siblings watching Tom & Jerry while thinking I can do that to my enemy/friend and it's gonna be alright. What can be more disturbing than a six year old thinking he can throw his mom into a boiling hot pot and she'd come out alright?
Wait... I got an answer for that.
BARNEY!!
That idiotic Jerry (the mouse) is so full of spite, hatred, jealousy and nonsensical violence! I can't believe such malicious actions by that ugly cousin of Mickey Mouse is deemed safe enough for the viewing of kids all over the world! Such monstrocity and atrocity! Who could those supposedly mother-knows-best and no-liquor-till-you-18 and the censor-everything-fun adults actually approve it for general viewing!
If it were up to me, I wouldn't allow even U-21 to watch it man!
And I'll ban Barney just cause his purpleness annoys me... See what I'm saying? I grew up watching Tom & Jerry and see how irrationally spiteful I am!
And now those brainless scientists go like "Ooo~ Uga booga, video game no no good. Ugaga no no play video game. Video game many many violent!"
Violent my left foot! It has nothing compared to the silly antics of Jerry.
He (or it, as you prefer) burns Tom's feet for no reason at all.
He catapults Tom into and tree and throw Tom into a boiling pot!
He relentlessly gets in the way of Tom everytime Tom tries to do his own thing like flirt with a female cat.
He throws bombs at Tom.
He sets really really emotionally and physically traumatising traps for Tom.
And the list goes on and on. So what say you my little friend? Is the picture below more violent than the thought of your fellow siblings watching Tom & Jerry while thinking I can do that to my enemy/friend and it's gonna be alright. What can be more disturbing than a six year old thinking he can throw his mom into a boiling hot pot and she'd come out alright?
Wait... I got an answer for that.
BARNEY!!
Tuesday, April 24
Our Greatest Fear
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
{A Return To Love}
I feel that as women we've allowed ourselves to be deluded by certain ideas that hold us back, such as the over- glorification of masculine consciousness. To me, liberation doesn't mean that I can think just like a man. Real liberation means that I can think, act, and be like a woman and receive equal respect, honor, and compensation. Liberation also means that even though I'm a woman I have masculine parts of my temperament which I can safely explore and integrate into my experience. In the same way, real liberation for men means that they can explore and integrate their feminine aspects of consciousness.
{Kindred Spirit}
- Marianne Williamsom
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
{A Return To Love}
I feel that as women we've allowed ourselves to be deluded by certain ideas that hold us back, such as the over- glorification of masculine consciousness. To me, liberation doesn't mean that I can think just like a man. Real liberation means that I can think, act, and be like a woman and receive equal respect, honor, and compensation. Liberation also means that even though I'm a woman I have masculine parts of my temperament which I can safely explore and integrate into my experience. In the same way, real liberation for men means that they can explore and integrate their feminine aspects of consciousness.
{Kindred Spirit}
- Marianne Williamsom
Saturday, April 21
Discarded Despairs of A Soul Destined For Depression
The grief that looms in the other room, across that paper-thin wall.... it's overwhelming. It catches you by the throat as you fall from twenty stories high and it won't release until you can no longer gag. When finally you give up the fight and exhaled your last breath, it let's you fall again into the despairing darkness.
It's an endless pit. You can fall for a million years, you can even grab hold of branches sticking out from the walls and hang on for dear life. But your arm can only support you for so long; Eventually, even your own body will disappoint you. And you continue falling.
Doesn't matter who you are, where you're from or even what you've seen or done. Be a saint, an angel, a psychotic serial killer. You can even call yourself God, it really doesn't matter. Because you'll still fall.
You can keep your secrets: your hopes, dreams, failures and those wet dreams you've had of your best friend's girl. When you're lying in that wooden box, your silence will be eternal and no one will ever hear a word of it again. Or you might choose cremation, spare your remaining kins the trouble of having to tear themselves away from their selfish lives to come clean your grave every once in a blue moon. Considerate, aren't you? Still, it doesn't matter. As you ashes grace the earth, the wind whispering to the world what remains of your glorious life, you'll disappear for forever more. Gone. From then on forth, you will be referred to in the past tense.
Love will kill us all. Torture your heart, milk your body dry of whatever nonexistant soul and embrace you in the fires of damnation.
It's an endless pit. You can fall for a million years, you can even grab hold of branches sticking out from the walls and hang on for dear life. But your arm can only support you for so long; Eventually, even your own body will disappoint you. And you continue falling.
Doesn't matter who you are, where you're from or even what you've seen or done. Be a saint, an angel, a psychotic serial killer. You can even call yourself God, it really doesn't matter. Because you'll still fall.
You can keep your secrets: your hopes, dreams, failures and those wet dreams you've had of your best friend's girl. When you're lying in that wooden box, your silence will be eternal and no one will ever hear a word of it again. Or you might choose cremation, spare your remaining kins the trouble of having to tear themselves away from their selfish lives to come clean your grave every once in a blue moon. Considerate, aren't you? Still, it doesn't matter. As you ashes grace the earth, the wind whispering to the world what remains of your glorious life, you'll disappear for forever more. Gone. From then on forth, you will be referred to in the past tense.
Love will kill us all. Torture your heart, milk your body dry of whatever nonexistant soul and embrace you in the fires of damnation.
Embrace Eternity
Yesterday is history, leave it for the kids to study.
Tomorrow is too far ahead, I'm sorry I'm not wearing my specs.
Today is the present, the greatest gift of all.
Tomorrow is too far ahead, I'm sorry I'm not wearing my specs.
Today is the present, the greatest gift of all.
Thursday, April 19
I Forgot To Say This
PonZi is sooooo cute!!!!
I remember very clearly when I first started using liquid body soap. I mean not the exact date and time but the scenario, all thanks to my *roll eyes* awesome Dad.
Note: For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, read the following passage.
Back in the time when the sky was blue and the ocean was a few centimeters lower, we had this slippery bar-like thing that we called soap. It's solid and when put into contact with water for a long period of time, becomes a gooey disgusting thingey. It comes in all different colors and cavewomen back in those days used to spend endless hours trying to find the prettiest soap-holding box-like thingey for it.
Anyway, my Dad. Yes. Him.
When we first started using liquid soap, he was very smug bout it. He beamed as if he was the first person to have discovered that the earth is round or smoething huge like that. He came to us and couldn't help laughing at us and saying, 'Hah, look! City people like us, descedants of the (*calls himself some royal family's name, most probably the king of England*) family use liquid soap like this *holds up the bottle*. I don't know how you Neandertals use such bruttish bar soaps but we (*calls himself another royal family's name, most probably not the same as the first one he used*) only know how to use these high class liquid soaps*laughs to himself*.'
You might wonder how I remember all these things but actually I don't, I just remember he did something dumb like that and knowing him, it's not that hard to guess what he would've said.
He loves calling himself some kinda royalty and reminisce about the time he used to sit under a strawberry tree over the hill and eat grapes. Yes, strawberry TREE as in a hard trunked type. I wonder how he ever became a doctor. It's a great relief to everyone that I'm not as crappy as him.
I remember very clearly when I first started using liquid body soap. I mean not the exact date and time but the scenario, all thanks to my *roll eyes* awesome Dad.Note: For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, read the following passage.
Back in the time when the sky was blue and the ocean was a few centimeters lower, we had this slippery bar-like thing that we called soap. It's solid and when put into contact with water for a long period of time, becomes a gooey disgusting thingey. It comes in all different colors and cavewomen back in those days used to spend endless hours trying to find the prettiest soap-holding box-like thingey for it.
Anyway, my Dad. Yes. Him.
When we first started using liquid soap, he was very smug bout it. He beamed as if he was the first person to have discovered that the earth is round or smoething huge like that. He came to us and couldn't help laughing at us and saying, 'Hah, look! City people like us, descedants of the (*calls himself some royal family's name, most probably the king of England*) family use liquid soap like this *holds up the bottle*. I don't know how you Neandertals use such bruttish bar soaps but we (*calls himself another royal family's name, most probably not the same as the first one he used*) only know how to use these high class liquid soaps*laughs to himself*.'
You might wonder how I remember all these things but actually I don't, I just remember he did something dumb like that and knowing him, it's not that hard to guess what he would've said.
He loves calling himself some kinda royalty and reminisce about the time he used to sit under a strawberry tree over the hill and eat grapes. Yes, strawberry TREE as in a hard trunked type. I wonder how he ever became a doctor. It's a great relief to everyone that I'm not as crappy as him.
Tell Me More, Tell Me More
You know you've got the exam virus when:
1) You try to screw on the bottle cap on a cup and wonder why it doesn't fit after 10 seconds of wrist-twist.
2) You decide to play minesweeper, switch on spider-solitaire and halfway through the game wonder why you haven't stumbled on a single mine.
3) You think it's time to update your Frenster photos so go downstairs to take your camera, bring it upstairs, wonder why you're holding a camera and return it back downstair and then realize what you've been doing after you're back upstairs.
4) You absent-mindedly add sugar into the cup of green tea you're making. FYI, green tea DOES NOT require sugar unless you're trying to get diabetes.
5) Hear the phone ringing and stare at the TV remote wondering what's going on.
6) Not study at all the whole day due to the fact that you know you're gonna suck at it, get extremely stressed and swear to yourself you're going to hell for all the bad deeds you've done, decide you want a bunny but you don't want your fish to die and then think cream puffs are beautiful, realize your train of thought is really messed up and forget you were supposed to study.
Happy Exams.
PS: I don't have any pets. Don't ask me bout the fish.
1) You try to screw on the bottle cap on a cup and wonder why it doesn't fit after 10 seconds of wrist-twist.
2) You decide to play minesweeper, switch on spider-solitaire and halfway through the game wonder why you haven't stumbled on a single mine.
3) You think it's time to update your Frenster photos so go downstairs to take your camera, bring it upstairs, wonder why you're holding a camera and return it back downstair and then realize what you've been doing after you're back upstairs.
4) You absent-mindedly add sugar into the cup of green tea you're making. FYI, green tea DOES NOT require sugar unless you're trying to get diabetes.
5) Hear the phone ringing and stare at the TV remote wondering what's going on.
6) Not study at all the whole day due to the fact that you know you're gonna suck at it, get extremely stressed and swear to yourself you're going to hell for all the bad deeds you've done, decide you want a bunny but you don't want your fish to die and then think cream puffs are beautiful, realize your train of thought is really messed up and forget you were supposed to study.
Happy Exams.
PS: I don't have any pets. Don't ask me bout the fish.
Tuesday, April 10
Crap Time!
After studying all day I think I'm warranted the luxury of crapping a tiny bit right?
Well, I've told you guys bout Azumanga Daioh, the epitome of funny lame jokes anime, before. In it a character said, ' Since I studied for so long today, it's OK for me to eat this cake right?' In case you're wondering, she's very weight conscious and takes of her clothes bras and specs when she goes on the scale.
This has got me thinking really long. Does it work? Is that why Stephen Hawking is so freaking thin?
Cause I mean the brain is basically just a fat ball of.... fat. Right? And using it needs energy right? So um... Maybe I'm on to something big here! Cause I mean all kinds of activity takes up energy. Studying is an activity. It takes up energy. Studying is done using the brain. Brain is fat. Body can't allow brain to be depleted. Fat from other parts is used to supplement and voila~ A whole new theory on who to lose weight!
I asked my dad bout it and he gave me 2 replies:
1) In theory it might lower the glucose level regionally. Nobody has ever cared bout doing a research on it.
2) Next time you decide to take up my time with something disguised as intelligent conversation, at least use something other than an ANIME as referance.
I feel so insulted! In case you didn't realize, animes and mangas are highly informative (I see no need to explain further on what info it provides).
Well, I've told you guys bout Azumanga Daioh, the epitome of funny lame jokes anime, before. In it a character said, ' Since I studied for so long today, it's OK for me to eat this cake right?' In case you're wondering, she's very weight conscious and takes of her clothes bras and specs when she goes on the scale.
This has got me thinking really long. Does it work? Is that why Stephen Hawking is so freaking thin?
Cause I mean the brain is basically just a fat ball of.... fat. Right? And using it needs energy right? So um... Maybe I'm on to something big here! Cause I mean all kinds of activity takes up energy. Studying is an activity. It takes up energy. Studying is done using the brain. Brain is fat. Body can't allow brain to be depleted. Fat from other parts is used to supplement and voila~ A whole new theory on who to lose weight!
I asked my dad bout it and he gave me 2 replies:
1) In theory it might lower the glucose level regionally. Nobody has ever cared bout doing a research on it.
2) Next time you decide to take up my time with something disguised as intelligent conversation, at least use something other than an ANIME as referance.
I feel so insulted! In case you didn't realize, animes and mangas are highly informative (I see no need to explain further on what info it provides).
Neko-mimi Mode-do ne~
YOSH!! So semangat right now! Time to change to EXAM MODE!!!
It's a bit rusty though cause it hasn't been used since... 19 years ago (=_=") There's always a first time right?
I go kinda wacko when I change modes though. Maybe it's all the nanobots in my body being released and everything else having to adapt to it. For example, today I actually sat at my desk for 20% of the day doing maths and mechanics. Seriously. I've never actually spent more than 10 minutes at my desk for no reason at all except secretly reading mangas while my mom is downstairs thinking I'm studying. I bet Slur is soooooo jealous of me right now cause she probably spent it doing something unproductive.
Unlike the great me who is 1 paper away from finishing Pure Maths P3 Internal. Again, I'm serious Slur. You better buy a Lamborghini if you plan on catching up V(^3^)V hehe. Gosh, I'm so full of myself.
Exam Mode: Activated!
It's a bit rusty though cause it hasn't been used since... 19 years ago (=_=") There's always a first time right?
I go kinda wacko when I change modes though. Maybe it's all the nanobots in my body being released and everything else having to adapt to it. For example, today I actually sat at my desk for 20% of the day doing maths and mechanics. Seriously. I've never actually spent more than 10 minutes at my desk for no reason at all except secretly reading mangas while my mom is downstairs thinking I'm studying. I bet Slur is soooooo jealous of me right now cause she probably spent it doing something unproductive.
Unlike the great me who is 1 paper away from finishing Pure Maths P3 Internal. Again, I'm serious Slur. You better buy a Lamborghini if you plan on catching up V(^3^)V hehe. Gosh, I'm so full of myself.
Exam Mode: Activated!
Saturday, March 31
Fluttering Fool
Standing outside your window looking in on your life with nothing but my heart out in one hand and a longing to walk through your door in the other.
Tuesday, March 27
Names Names Names!
I wish my parents were a lil cooler and would have named me "Keira" or "Mischa". That'd be so cool!
Haha, so if I ever get about to kidnapping a blonde baby with blue eyes, I'll name the first Keira and the 2nd Mischa, regardless of their gender. You have to admit though that anybody would rather be named Keira or Mischa despite what their gender might be than being called "Ky-el" - like some idiotic Nicholas Cage decided to name his kid.
And it's waaaaay cooler than Apple.
But if I ever get a dog, I've already got my names figured out!
First, since I take Meimei as my cute tiny furry puppy, I've decided to name her Mojo JoJo, But since that name is kinda long I think I'll call her JJ for short. Which might lead me to calling her Jumping Jellybeans some times but it's still cute right? Mojo JoJo, here I come!
But if I got myself a Rottweiler I'll name it "War-Boar". Who cares if it ain't a boar? I own it right and it's cool!
If the dog happens to have brown fur and kinda fat, I'll name it "Wear-Bear" to rhyme with its mate, War-Boar.
If I got a tiny and extremely underweight blonde furred dog who happens to be an idiot, I'll name it "Persona of America's Really Idiotic Skunk" aka Paris for short.
If I got a golden retriever I'll name it "Bearer of The Almighty Testament To NY's Supreme Intelligence". Um.. short form will be "BoTAT ToNY SI". That's still a bit long.. "ToNY SI"? Wait, the 'I' is not to be mistaken with idiocy. Fine, I'll just call it Tony. Cheh, that really spoils all the fun.
Suak! I won't help any of you think bout cool names anymore!
Haha, so if I ever get about to kidnapping a blonde baby with blue eyes, I'll name the first Keira and the 2nd Mischa, regardless of their gender. You have to admit though that anybody would rather be named Keira or Mischa despite what their gender might be than being called "Ky-el" - like some idiotic Nicholas Cage decided to name his kid.
And it's waaaaay cooler than Apple.
But if I ever get a dog, I've already got my names figured out!
First, since I take Meimei as my cute tiny furry puppy, I've decided to name her Mojo JoJo, But since that name is kinda long I think I'll call her JJ for short. Which might lead me to calling her Jumping Jellybeans some times but it's still cute right? Mojo JoJo, here I come!
But if I got myself a Rottweiler I'll name it "War-Boar". Who cares if it ain't a boar? I own it right and it's cool!
If the dog happens to have brown fur and kinda fat, I'll name it "Wear-Bear" to rhyme with its mate, War-Boar.
If I got a tiny and extremely underweight blonde furred dog who happens to be an idiot, I'll name it "Persona of America's Really Idiotic Skunk" aka Paris for short.
If I got a golden retriever I'll name it "Bearer of The Almighty Testament To NY's Supreme Intelligence". Um.. short form will be "BoTAT ToNY SI". That's still a bit long.. "ToNY SI"? Wait, the 'I' is not to be mistaken with idiocy. Fine, I'll just call it Tony. Cheh, that really spoils all the fun.
Suak! I won't help any of you think bout cool names anymore!
What If God Was One of Us?
What kinda of question is that?! I'm already here aren't I? Wanna know what I'm crapping about?
Alanis Morisette - What If God Was One of Us.
Anyway, enough crap and let's get down to BZness! Oh wait, all I know how to do is crap. What the heck, let's resume crapping~ (^.^)V
Do you know how some times you get really bored so you just start looking up weird words in the dictionary? Well, I used to do this a lot. More out of wanting some bombastic to use in essays than boredom actually. But who's taking note anyway?
I looked up some pretty neat words with Slurrie during Bio class the other day and learned a few words like "beleaguered" and "inclement". And today while playing Word Dojo (Ah~ my beautiful arcade~!) with Kay I decided to think up those bombastic words (Ufufufu~ bragging rights!) and put it to good use for a while. Which leads me to where I'm going now.
Do you remember when you first learned the word "fortnightly"? Honestly speaking, I don't.
Anyway, back when we still had to obediently write English essays - not less than 350 words if my memory serves me correctly - did your teachers ever give you "magic power words" (in the very words of Farhan) to use so as to give the examiner a better impression and tricking him / her into thinking your command of the language in actually better than you're pretending it to be?
Well, I never had one. In fact, my english teachers were pretty useless crappers who came into class, flipped open a book and started dictating word for word while idiotic kids got busy being mindless ants feeding off every word she threw out. I mean, how stupid! As if brainlessly copying things have ever helped anyone?! Don't get me wrong, I think copying is perfectly fine as long as it doesn't become plagiarism but how is scribbling a heap of mumbo-jumbo in your notebook goona help with your english? By the way, paper is a very valuable thing in this world where trees are falling as fast as intelligence among politicians is so I doubt wasting it in such a matter is very "educated-person like". Idiots! And I can't believe those people became teachers without even an ounce of enthusiasm for teaching in their shallow souls.
I'm getting sidetracked here. What I was getting at just now was Farhan. He provides so much humor to my life. Anyway, he told me - after IELTS - that his English teacher once taught him to use "beeming with delight" in his essays to spice it up a notch. Ok, I mean it ain't that bad. But then he came to me saying something like 'Wei, I wasn't able to use that phrase just now! My teacher said using it will improve my marks eh! But *rubbing hands*, hehehe~ I was able to use a power word today! I was writing about 'gotong-royong' just now lah. At first I wanted to write monthly, but then it was too long. Then I thought weekly so short, so I thought "fortnightly"! Wah~ so cool! I used a power word in my essay! Haha! And I even wrote "kill two birds with one stone" (which was actually out of context) just now! So cool!! *imitates pao-san and shakes his head*"
Seriously, 18 year-old guy going excited over the word "fortnightly". But umm, he IS amusing, that much I have to give him.
So from now on, everytime I think / read / use the word "fortnightly", we all know who'll be on my mind.
And yes, he called himself cool for using it.
Alanis Morisette - What If God Was One of Us.
Anyway, enough crap and let's get down to BZness! Oh wait, all I know how to do is crap. What the heck, let's resume crapping~ (^.^)V
Do you know how some times you get really bored so you just start looking up weird words in the dictionary? Well, I used to do this a lot. More out of wanting some bombastic to use in essays than boredom actually. But who's taking note anyway?
I looked up some pretty neat words with Slurrie during Bio class the other day and learned a few words like "beleaguered" and "inclement". And today while playing Word Dojo (Ah~ my beautiful arcade~!) with Kay I decided to think up those bombastic words (Ufufufu~ bragging rights!) and put it to good use for a while. Which leads me to where I'm going now.
Do you remember when you first learned the word "fortnightly"? Honestly speaking, I don't.
Anyway, back when we still had to obediently write English essays - not less than 350 words if my memory serves me correctly - did your teachers ever give you "magic power words" (in the very words of Farhan) to use so as to give the examiner a better impression and tricking him / her into thinking your command of the language in actually better than you're pretending it to be?
Well, I never had one. In fact, my english teachers were pretty useless crappers who came into class, flipped open a book and started dictating word for word while idiotic kids got busy being mindless ants feeding off every word she threw out. I mean, how stupid! As if brainlessly copying things have ever helped anyone?! Don't get me wrong, I think copying is perfectly fine as long as it doesn't become plagiarism but how is scribbling a heap of mumbo-jumbo in your notebook goona help with your english? By the way, paper is a very valuable thing in this world where trees are falling as fast as intelligence among politicians is so I doubt wasting it in such a matter is very "educated-person like". Idiots! And I can't believe those people became teachers without even an ounce of enthusiasm for teaching in their shallow souls.
I'm getting sidetracked here. What I was getting at just now was Farhan. He provides so much humor to my life. Anyway, he told me - after IELTS - that his English teacher once taught him to use "beeming with delight" in his essays to spice it up a notch. Ok, I mean it ain't that bad. But then he came to me saying something like 'Wei, I wasn't able to use that phrase just now! My teacher said using it will improve my marks eh! But *rubbing hands*, hehehe~ I was able to use a power word today! I was writing about 'gotong-royong' just now lah. At first I wanted to write monthly, but then it was too long. Then I thought weekly so short, so I thought "fortnightly"! Wah~ so cool! I used a power word in my essay! Haha! And I even wrote "kill two birds with one stone" (which was actually out of context) just now! So cool!! *imitates pao-san and shakes his head*"
Seriously, 18 year-old guy going excited over the word "fortnightly". But umm, he IS amusing, that much I have to give him.
So from now on, everytime I think / read / use the word "fortnightly", we all know who'll be on my mind.
And yes, he called himself cool for using it.
Monday, March 26
Shot Through A Cloud, And Who's To Blame?
As a kid, I remember thinking that it must be swell to play on clouds. Seriously, I had this misguided notion (probably from too much Dragon Ball) that one day I'll be granted 3 wishes - Hint: the 2nd level wish dragon from the manga I just mentioned - of which one will be to allow me to ride a flying cloud - if you still haven't caught on what I'm talking bout, go to the nearest manga-shop and buy the series - around the world while I play, sleep and have fun on it.
Of course it wouldn't be named something as lame as "It". I'll call it the "Bringer of The Ultimate Truth". Or maybe "Thunder-rang" as in boomerang. I have a feeling Fung will name it "My Cloud" for the same pathetic reason he named his ruler "My Ruler".
Anyway, I had to drive down to Kelantan last Saturday and as I passed the mountain-roads which were tall enough to embrace the clouds, I thought 'Well, there goes my precious dream.'
Yes I did get to touch it and made my passage through it, technically speaking, that wasn't quite what I was wishing for. I did say I wanted to ride ON it, as in ON TOP of it, right? Plus I was supposed to save thousands or maybe millions of dollars in air-travel by using my trusty "BoTUT".
Dang, it was so heartbreaking
Of course it wouldn't be named something as lame as "It". I'll call it the "Bringer of The Ultimate Truth". Or maybe "Thunder-rang" as in boomerang. I have a feeling Fung will name it "My Cloud" for the same pathetic reason he named his ruler "My Ruler".
Anyway, I had to drive down to Kelantan last Saturday and as I passed the mountain-roads which were tall enough to embrace the clouds, I thought 'Well, there goes my precious dream.'
Yes I did get to touch it and made my passage through it, technically speaking, that wasn't quite what I was wishing for. I did say I wanted to ride ON it, as in ON TOP of it, right? Plus I was supposed to save thousands or maybe millions of dollars in air-travel by using my trusty "BoTUT".
Dang, it was so heartbreaking
Thursday, March 22
Solitude
I really don't know what I wanna be right now. And I'm not just referring to my choice of career in the future. I mean yes of course I'm extremely concerned bout what I'm gonna end up doing for the next 50 years of my life but I've kinda resigned to fate and just assumed that I have enough luck to be accepted into Monash Msia for the med course. Fingers crossed!
What I'm referring to currently is in personality and another kind of choice. This really sounds so totally fake as we're supposed to have our own personalities and not actually choose or shape it but I've always thought I might have multiple personality disorder of a mild kind and the modification that I'm aware when my personality switches from one to the other.
I think The Gigantic Hamster might also have witnessed it since on some days I really am in a not-so-socialable zone. OK, some times it's down right not-available-for-human-contact zone. And I do realize when I go into those zones and I am fully aware that people around me will mistake my coldness as a another matter (Eg: dislike) but it really isn't so. I just woke up and didn't feel like being happy. On other (and most) days though, I must admit *smirking* I'm pretty nice though. I mean I get like all happy and friendly and stuff but I don't know why, being in that mood annoys myself although it makes everybody have 1 less grumpy person on their hands.
I guess I was just affected by people around me to be happy and smiley all the time although I was probably born to be a moody, dark, gloomy, goth-loving and satan-worshipping psychopath.
Apart from that, I also seem to prefer some "things" more than the other on some days and I'll be thinking 'Didn't I just swear I liked the other one better yesterday?'
But that's more a case of fickle mindedness I guess. Or maybe that just happens cause I'm trying to fight what I really want. I dunno.
Another confused post.
What I'm referring to currently is in personality and another kind of choice. This really sounds so totally fake as we're supposed to have our own personalities and not actually choose or shape it but I've always thought I might have multiple personality disorder of a mild kind and the modification that I'm aware when my personality switches from one to the other.
I think The Gigantic Hamster might also have witnessed it since on some days I really am in a not-so-socialable zone. OK, some times it's down right not-available-for-human-contact zone. And I do realize when I go into those zones and I am fully aware that people around me will mistake my coldness as a another matter (Eg: dislike) but it really isn't so. I just woke up and didn't feel like being happy. On other (and most) days though, I must admit *smirking* I'm pretty nice though. I mean I get like all happy and friendly and stuff but I don't know why, being in that mood annoys myself although it makes everybody have 1 less grumpy person on their hands.
I guess I was just affected by people around me to be happy and smiley all the time although I was probably born to be a moody, dark, gloomy, goth-loving and satan-worshipping psychopath.
Apart from that, I also seem to prefer some "things" more than the other on some days and I'll be thinking 'Didn't I just swear I liked the other one better yesterday?'
But that's more a case of fickle mindedness I guess. Or maybe that just happens cause I'm trying to fight what I really want. I dunno.
Another confused post.
Monday, March 12
Just Follow The Law!!
*Note: This is NOT a movie by Gurmit Singh and is NOT about that movie either.*
MS was telling me today about some stupid laws around the world and he said something about... wait... I can't remember! Dang! The one I forgot is really funny but there's also another law in some part of the world that says you are not allowed to tie your giraffe on a telephone pole. Yeah, like I'll be walking down the street one day and I'll go "Oh hei MS, check out my giraffe~~" and MS would go "Oooohhh!! He's so cute~!" while pinching its cheek *roll eyes 10 million times around the world*.
Anyway, what he said got me interested in these stupiak laws so I decided to Google it up and hooola~
1) United States - Alabama:
i) Putting salt on a railroad track may be punishable by death. (And now they're complaining bout countries who give the death sentence to drug traffickers?!)
ii) Keeping an ice cream cone in your back pocket at any time is a crime. (First of all, is the offender wearing reaaaaally baggy pants? Or do smashed-up pieces of what used to be a cone count as well?)
2) Baldwin Park: California: Nobody is allowed to ride a bicycle in a swimming pool. Uh huh....
3) Sweden: Prostitution is legal but it is illegal to use the services of a prostitute.
4) Switzerland: It is illegal to flush the toilet after 10 PM. (Saving water while spicing up he aroma of the neighbourhood perhaps?)
5) Philippines: Cars whose license plates end with a 1 or 2 are not allowed on the roads on Monday, 3 or 4 on Tuesday, 5 or 6 on Wednesday, 7 or 8 on Thursday, and 9 or 0 on Friday from 7:00 AM onwards to keep roads free of traffic jams.
6) (Can't keep my hands away from USA) Florida - Women may not expose their breasts while performing "topless dancing".
7) Kansas: If two trains meet on the same track, neither shall proceed until the other has passed. (Right....)
8) California - Pacific Groove: It is illegal to molest butterflies. (And I thought pedophiles were creepy enough!)
Ah~ How smart we are! I rest my case about my Dum-Dum Land ideal.
MS was telling me today about some stupid laws around the world and he said something about... wait... I can't remember! Dang! The one I forgot is really funny but there's also another law in some part of the world that says you are not allowed to tie your giraffe on a telephone pole. Yeah, like I'll be walking down the street one day and I'll go "Oh hei MS, check out my giraffe~~" and MS would go "Oooohhh!! He's so cute~!" while pinching its cheek *roll eyes 10 million times around the world*.
Anyway, what he said got me interested in these stupiak laws so I decided to Google it up and hooola~
1) United States - Alabama:
i) Putting salt on a railroad track may be punishable by death. (And now they're complaining bout countries who give the death sentence to drug traffickers?!)
ii) Keeping an ice cream cone in your back pocket at any time is a crime. (First of all, is the offender wearing reaaaaally baggy pants? Or do smashed-up pieces of what used to be a cone count as well?)
2) Baldwin Park: California: Nobody is allowed to ride a bicycle in a swimming pool. Uh huh....
3) Sweden: Prostitution is legal but it is illegal to use the services of a prostitute.
4) Switzerland: It is illegal to flush the toilet after 10 PM. (Saving water while spicing up he aroma of the neighbourhood perhaps?)
5) Philippines: Cars whose license plates end with a 1 or 2 are not allowed on the roads on Monday, 3 or 4 on Tuesday, 5 or 6 on Wednesday, 7 or 8 on Thursday, and 9 or 0 on Friday from 7:00 AM onwards to keep roads free of traffic jams.
6) (Can't keep my hands away from USA) Florida - Women may not expose their breasts while performing "topless dancing".
7) Kansas: If two trains meet on the same track, neither shall proceed until the other has passed. (Right....)
8) California - Pacific Groove: It is illegal to molest butterflies. (And I thought pedophiles were creepy enough!)
Ah~ How smart we are! I rest my case about my Dum-Dum Land ideal.
Thursday, March 8
Attractive Nuisance
I recommend reading Greek myths to any bored soul cause it's really a very good spiced up version of what the human mind is like.
Take Zeus and Aphrodite for example. Zeus the king of gods who was truly an embodiment of power was so promiscuos I think the word loses its very meaning when describing him. It just reminds you that the more power people have, the more they abuse it. It's bad enough that he cheats on Hera with other goddesses, he even does it with mortals and I think at some point, his own daughter.
Then there's Aprhodite the beautiful goddess of love (read : sex and lust) who bestowed upon many men their beautiful wives. But of course there are always those stupid people who forget to worship her and she turns them into lions. Or maybe the most beautiful woman on earth who enraged Aphrodite solely for beaing beautiful. The quote by William Congreve is proved perfectly to the point.
"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned / Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned."
Though many might associate The Judgement of Paris with the Trojan War, I think this story is better attributed to how honestly and bluntly the weakness of men is shown in a contest where Paris (with his skills for sound judgement) was to choose the fairest goddess among Hera, Athena and Aphrodite. The Greek goddesses, being themselves, chose to bribe Paris. Hera offered him to be the king of Europe and Asia, Athena to him all the wisdom of the world and Aphrodite, the beautiful and infinitely desirable Aphrodite, chose to offer him the most beautiful wife in the world.
No bonus points for guessing who he chose. Helen was presented to Paris as a wife and the Trojan War was initiated.
Here we see that even the most sensible of men lose their will to hold their own when presented with the prospects of lust. How typical, right?
PS: I have no qualms about guys and this article was merely to show how accurately Greek myths portrayed the human mind.
Take Zeus and Aphrodite for example. Zeus the king of gods who was truly an embodiment of power was so promiscuos I think the word loses its very meaning when describing him. It just reminds you that the more power people have, the more they abuse it. It's bad enough that he cheats on Hera with other goddesses, he even does it with mortals and I think at some point, his own daughter.
Then there's Aprhodite the beautiful goddess of love (read : sex and lust) who bestowed upon many men their beautiful wives. But of course there are always those stupid people who forget to worship her and she turns them into lions. Or maybe the most beautiful woman on earth who enraged Aphrodite solely for beaing beautiful. The quote by William Congreve is proved perfectly to the point.
"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned / Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned."
Though many might associate The Judgement of Paris with the Trojan War, I think this story is better attributed to how honestly and bluntly the weakness of men is shown in a contest where Paris (with his skills for sound judgement) was to choose the fairest goddess among Hera, Athena and Aphrodite. The Greek goddesses, being themselves, chose to bribe Paris. Hera offered him to be the king of Europe and Asia, Athena to him all the wisdom of the world and Aphrodite, the beautiful and infinitely desirable Aphrodite, chose to offer him the most beautiful wife in the world.
No bonus points for guessing who he chose. Helen was presented to Paris as a wife and the Trojan War was initiated.
Here we see that even the most sensible of men lose their will to hold their own when presented with the prospects of lust. How typical, right?
PS: I have no qualms about guys and this article was merely to show how accurately Greek myths portrayed the human mind.
Wednesday, March 7
Revelation
I think it's very fitting to give flowers in relationships. They're pretty aren't they? But the truth is, 1 rose doesn't mean "one and only", 2 doesn't mean "a world with only us". Regardless of how many bouquets of flowers you give, they all boil down to the same meaning.Just like flowers wither, feelings will fade.
Of course there's that story MS said bout this guy who gave a girl a bouquet of flowers and told her "I will love you until the day the last flower dies" and he added a fake flower amongst the real ones. It's sweet and all but I guess I'm just too cynical to really believe in all that crap.
I believe in the story of Ondine's curse more. She's a nymph and I won't indulge myself in telling you all the myth and believes towards their kind but one day, a playboy knight (I think his name starts with an L) came and they fell madly in love so they got married and the knight vowed "My every waking breath shall be my pledge of love and faithfulness to you." Then one year later he cheated on her, Ondine found out and said "As long as you are awake, you shall have your breath, but should you ever fall asleep, then that breath will be taken from you and you will die!" or something along that line and he died in the end cause he fell asleep from fatigue.
Now I guess that's a much more realistic take on life and love. That fickle-mindedness that is so distinctly human.
Though unadvicable, it is only human for feelings to waiver. How you deal with it will bring a whole new definition to your personality.
Saturday, March 3
Things I shouldn't Be Doing
I really really need to study cz i have a test (chem test *shriek!!*) on Mon and I have the whole of tmr busy but who cares! Lemme fill anybody who reads this sorry site in on some songs you guys should listen to.
1) Lily Allen! If you dnt feel like trying out all her songs then you should at least listen to "LDN" and "Alfie". They're quite cute and will give you an idea of what her songs sound like.
2) Dixie Chicks. I have no idea how these babes look in real life (I've chosen to call them "babes" cz judging by their sound, they GOTTA be pretty!) but their music rocks! No wonder they won 5 Grammies! Anyway, again if you're too lazy, try "Goodbye Earl" and "Not Ready To Make Nice".
3) Aretha Franklin - Think (Freedom). Yep, the very woman who sang "Natural Woman". Love this song and it took me a few years until I finaly remembered to Google the lyrics up. Note to Kay: Unfortunately, Kat McPhee isn't the answer to who sang this song.
4) Jessica Harp - Roses Are Red. No idea what other songs she sang but this song is pretty neat. A lil diff from my type of like (the fast tempo upbeat songs) but the lyrics are good.
5) Karen White - Superwoman. I dunno why but everytime I see this name, "Karen Mok" registers in my head first. Again, superb song.
6) Melissa Etheridge - I Need To Wake Up. She won an Oscar, what more do I need to say.
7) The Cardigans - Lovefool. Tho I can't agree to their other songs, I simply can't deny this one.
8) The Corrs. I know they're so yesterday and for the life of me, I really dunno why. They're good, they're songs are great and I'm sure they have a HUGGGEEEE fan-base. Wonder what happened to these siblings.
9) Bon Jovi - You Give Love A Bad Name. Despite what everyone who've heard this song might think, it's amazing not every single soul in this world know this song. It's so awesome that if you miss this, you're crazy.
10) Death Cab For Cutie. Their songs are nice too. That's assuming that you're into emo. But whatever, still a nice band singing bout all those nice stuff like lost love and not living. Again, lazies bums' guide: "I Will Follow You Into The Dark", "Title and Registration".
Last but not least, the ultimate singer who's too good to be put into the top ten list, presenting to the whole world. Ms. PARIS HILTON!!!!
Yeah man!!! She da bomb! She the ultimate truth man~! She the blonde of the decade*, dawg!
Wow, I typed her name here and her song started playing on my Winamp. Cool.
Oh, I know this is so cliche but I would like to take this time to tell you all that Jewel has taken Avril's spot in my heart and became my 2nd fav singer. 1st is Celine and 3rd is Paris.
*Quote by Paris Hilton while comparing herself with the likes of Marilyn Monroe (understandable) and Margeret Thatcher (what the F?!).
1) Lily Allen! If you dnt feel like trying out all her songs then you should at least listen to "LDN" and "Alfie". They're quite cute and will give you an idea of what her songs sound like.
2) Dixie Chicks. I have no idea how these babes look in real life (I've chosen to call them "babes" cz judging by their sound, they GOTTA be pretty!) but their music rocks! No wonder they won 5 Grammies! Anyway, again if you're too lazy, try "Goodbye Earl" and "Not Ready To Make Nice".
3) Aretha Franklin - Think (Freedom). Yep, the very woman who sang "Natural Woman". Love this song and it took me a few years until I finaly remembered to Google the lyrics up. Note to Kay: Unfortunately, Kat McPhee isn't the answer to who sang this song.
4) Jessica Harp - Roses Are Red. No idea what other songs she sang but this song is pretty neat. A lil diff from my type of like (the fast tempo upbeat songs) but the lyrics are good.
5) Karen White - Superwoman. I dunno why but everytime I see this name, "Karen Mok" registers in my head first. Again, superb song.
6) Melissa Etheridge - I Need To Wake Up. She won an Oscar, what more do I need to say.
7) The Cardigans - Lovefool. Tho I can't agree to their other songs, I simply can't deny this one.
8) The Corrs. I know they're so yesterday and for the life of me, I really dunno why. They're good, they're songs are great and I'm sure they have a HUGGGEEEE fan-base. Wonder what happened to these siblings.
9) Bon Jovi - You Give Love A Bad Name. Despite what everyone who've heard this song might think, it's amazing not every single soul in this world know this song. It's so awesome that if you miss this, you're crazy.
10) Death Cab For Cutie. Their songs are nice too. That's assuming that you're into emo. But whatever, still a nice band singing bout all those nice stuff like lost love and not living. Again, lazies bums' guide: "I Will Follow You Into The Dark", "Title and Registration".
Last but not least, the ultimate singer who's too good to be put into the top ten list, presenting to the whole world. Ms. PARIS HILTON!!!!
Yeah man!!! She da bomb! She the ultimate truth man~! She the blonde of the decade*, dawg!
Wow, I typed her name here and her song started playing on my Winamp. Cool.
Oh, I know this is so cliche but I would like to take this time to tell you all that Jewel has taken Avril's spot in my heart and became my 2nd fav singer. 1st is Celine and 3rd is Paris.
*Quote by Paris Hilton while comparing herself with the likes of Marilyn Monroe (understandable) and Margeret Thatcher (what the F?!).
Monday, February 12
Copy of A Message To A Phantom
Hei Sunny, a long time ago, I dreamt you called me. It was really funny cause even back then, you rarely ever did.
In that moment, it seemed as though our existence was separated only by an insignificant frame of microchips. How sad, to be so near yet knowing the sole reason for such a situation was the fact that I was asleep.
You cried till your heart could shed no more tears. You told me everything that was bothering you at that moment without giving it much thought. It was like a visit back in time.
Reality check came not long after. The dream disintegrated. But Sunny, the memory of the fireworks is still as splendid as ever.
In that moment, it seemed as though our existence was separated only by an insignificant frame of microchips. How sad, to be so near yet knowing the sole reason for such a situation was the fact that I was asleep.
You cried till your heart could shed no more tears. You told me everything that was bothering you at that moment without giving it much thought. It was like a visit back in time.
Reality check came not long after. The dream disintegrated. But Sunny, the memory of the fireworks is still as splendid as ever.
I Need A Hero
Breaking up doesn't mean you fell out of love, it just means you're no longer willing to sacrifice for your previous ideal. But if it doesn't work, I guess it really just doesn't work... because a relationship that will always bring heartache and pain is just not worth the effort and time.
I've learned that a hero isn't someone who upholds justice.
It's someone who will always stand by the leading actress no matter what.
I've learned that a hero isn't someone who upholds justice.
It's someone who will always stand by the leading actress no matter what.
Saturday, February 10
My Birthday Wish List
1) To win the 12 million ringgit jackpot.
2) Somebody will win the 12 million ringgit jackpot and decide to give me 90% of his / her fortune.
3) OK, maybe just winning the 9 million ringgit jackpot will do....
4) I'm still stuck on jackpot.
5) One or all of my friends pay me a total of 12 million ringgit. Maybe a bit less is fine, like 11.9 million?
6) Have a pleasent time with all my friends with no hassle at all.
7) Have every single soul (regardless of human, animal or some supernatural spirit) I know wish me "happy birthday".
8) Chill with friends!!!!!!!!!
9) Bring Osaki Nana from the popular anime / manga "Nana" to life.
Well, that's my wishlist anyway. If anybody decides to be nice and kind, please be informed that the above list is in the correct order with 1) being my favourite. I seriously mean it. I'm very very very willing to relief anyone off 12 million ringgit. I know it's a huge amount of money and it can be a real burden so as a good samaritan, I sacrifice myself for the sake of a greater good.
Wishlist for my parents:
1) Get me the 12 million ringgit jackpot.
2) Buy me a BMW car. Please, no toy models allowed.
3) Get me an iPhone!!
Can you believe that?! 12 million ringgit!! It's insane to suddenly win that much money! Argh I want it!!!
2) Somebody will win the 12 million ringgit jackpot and decide to give me 90% of his / her fortune.
3) OK, maybe just winning the 9 million ringgit jackpot will do....
4) I'm still stuck on jackpot.
5) One or all of my friends pay me a total of 12 million ringgit. Maybe a bit less is fine, like 11.9 million?
6) Have a pleasent time with all my friends with no hassle at all.
7) Have every single soul (regardless of human, animal or some supernatural spirit) I know wish me "happy birthday".
8) Chill with friends!!!!!!!!!
9) Bring Osaki Nana from the popular anime / manga "Nana" to life.
Well, that's my wishlist anyway. If anybody decides to be nice and kind, please be informed that the above list is in the correct order with 1) being my favourite. I seriously mean it. I'm very very very willing to relief anyone off 12 million ringgit. I know it's a huge amount of money and it can be a real burden so as a good samaritan, I sacrifice myself for the sake of a greater good.
Wishlist for my parents:
1) Get me the 12 million ringgit jackpot.
2) Buy me a BMW car. Please, no toy models allowed.
3) Get me an iPhone!!
Can you believe that?! 12 million ringgit!! It's insane to suddenly win that much money! Argh I want it!!!
Friday, February 2
Thinking Too Much Perhaps?
I wonder why idolisation is such a major component of the Asian-teen lifestyle? Take Slur for example. No offence or anything but I started thinking bout this because of you so I'm just giving credit to where it's due.
Anyway, take Slur for example. She's has a very good family ummm... what's the word? "Upbringing"? What I mean is by the look of her mom, she doesn't look like one to indulge in foolish antics such as going googoo gaagaa over stuffs but take another look at the daughter and you'll realize a lot can happen between a generation. From the mother who looks so stern comes a daughter who goes "OH MY GOD!!!! *roll eyes shakes hands gets excited hyperventilates squels shierks etc etc*" at the mention of some Korean or Japo or Chinese TV star.
I don't know why but she's not alone when it comes to idolising all these stars. I mean take F4 or 5566 or such bands for example. They suck. They (I'm very sorry for my forwardness but I feel this is as soft as I can get) SUCK. But they're extremely famous well known and imortalised by brainless chickens nonetheless. Why?
I agree (very reluctantly) that occasionally these people do come out with 1 or 2 OK songs but I think this is solely because of the lyrics. That's something extraordinary bout these Asian songs. They might suck to an endless degree but there's an x-factor in the lyrics, maybe it's an unrequited love, maybe a sad story... There's just something that makes you feel like your life is being sung for millions to hear that makes you wana get more of it.
But back to the point, why are these people idolized? Why does Slur go "AHHHHH!!!!!" every time some Korean show guy is mentioned?
Is it the way the characters are always portrayed in these shows? You know, good looking, rich and cocky / poor but kind and warm-hearted, good looking, has a certain talent, good looking, guys generally good at sports, good looking, girls fall into 2 categories: 1) smart and great or 2) lovable but klutz-ie. Last but not least, good looking again. All of them are good looking. I mean unless they're in the mom-dad age category then they become so-so looking lah but even the paper boy who pops down the road and passes by the main character is good looking in these shows. Is that why? Because they seem to represent a part of a dream that we can't be yet there's still something human about them that makes you a part of them so you just can't let go? I mean, letting go would be like giving up on yourself, right?
My second theory is because we have a certain inferiority complex instilled in us by the westerners' hold over us to make us have a certain need (maybe it's embedded in our genes since our ancestors) to look up to others. One proof to support this hypothesis would be the tendency for a lot of people to undertake foreign names. This culture is extremely unavoidable in the Chinese society. They say it's to make it easier for others to call them but I don't get it, we're all living in this Chinese-Malay-Indian society where names like Sieu Ming, Mei Ling, Farhan and Anusha are common to us, why would there be a name to "easerize" those names? Unless you're born with a name like "Akbezhistaernyu Kimisaners", I don't see a point in adopting a foreign one.
So why is it that we're so prone to idolisation which is obviously just a passing craze?
Anyway, take Slur for example. She's has a very good family ummm... what's the word? "Upbringing"? What I mean is by the look of her mom, she doesn't look like one to indulge in foolish antics such as going googoo gaagaa over stuffs but take another look at the daughter and you'll realize a lot can happen between a generation. From the mother who looks so stern comes a daughter who goes "OH MY GOD!!!! *roll eyes shakes hands gets excited hyperventilates squels shierks etc etc*" at the mention of some Korean or Japo or Chinese TV star.
I don't know why but she's not alone when it comes to idolising all these stars. I mean take F4 or 5566 or such bands for example. They suck. They (I'm very sorry for my forwardness but I feel this is as soft as I can get) SUCK. But they're extremely famous well known and imortalised by brainless chickens nonetheless. Why?
I agree (very reluctantly) that occasionally these people do come out with 1 or 2 OK songs but I think this is solely because of the lyrics. That's something extraordinary bout these Asian songs. They might suck to an endless degree but there's an x-factor in the lyrics, maybe it's an unrequited love, maybe a sad story... There's just something that makes you feel like your life is being sung for millions to hear that makes you wana get more of it.
But back to the point, why are these people idolized? Why does Slur go "AHHHHH!!!!!" every time some Korean show guy is mentioned?
Is it the way the characters are always portrayed in these shows? You know, good looking, rich and cocky / poor but kind and warm-hearted, good looking, has a certain talent, good looking, guys generally good at sports, good looking, girls fall into 2 categories: 1) smart and great or 2) lovable but klutz-ie. Last but not least, good looking again. All of them are good looking. I mean unless they're in the mom-dad age category then they become so-so looking lah but even the paper boy who pops down the road and passes by the main character is good looking in these shows. Is that why? Because they seem to represent a part of a dream that we can't be yet there's still something human about them that makes you a part of them so you just can't let go? I mean, letting go would be like giving up on yourself, right?
My second theory is because we have a certain inferiority complex instilled in us by the westerners' hold over us to make us have a certain need (maybe it's embedded in our genes since our ancestors) to look up to others. One proof to support this hypothesis would be the tendency for a lot of people to undertake foreign names. This culture is extremely unavoidable in the Chinese society. They say it's to make it easier for others to call them but I don't get it, we're all living in this Chinese-Malay-Indian society where names like Sieu Ming, Mei Ling, Farhan and Anusha are common to us, why would there be a name to "easerize" those names? Unless you're born with a name like "Akbezhistaernyu Kimisaners", I don't see a point in adopting a foreign one.
So why is it that we're so prone to idolisation which is obviously just a passing craze?
Sunday, January 21
MAPS Again
Yo! Yep, it's MAPS once again and of course that means lots of fun. In fact, that sentence is totally redundant cause MAPS is probably synonymous to "fun, exciting and adventurous" or something like that.
This time we did wall climbing or more precisely, "bouldering". The difference is in the former, you get a fake wall with places to grab like what you see in movies and the main point is it's TALL, like a wall (duh~), but for bouldering, it's exactly like the name states, it's a man-made boulder.
Nathan and Fungy joined us this time and the whole thing was held at Salvation Army.
Well, if you really try to explain it then basically it's just a bunch of people trying, failing, re-attempting, failing again and embarrassing themselves while stumbling over a 3-faced boulder.... <(=_="<) BUT with the luxury of the right company, even heat-processing ourselves in a 135 degree Celsius atmosphere can be fun.
Note to self: standing under a very big, sphere-shaped bright thing hanging on top of our heads can critically tan your already extremely tanned skin. Take appropriate countermeasures in future occasions.
Oh, by the way. The coolmachoFungy didn't embarrass himself though cause he reached the top by doing some Spiderman-Bugs Bunny sticking and jumping on the wall stint. He and a (I presume to be) very young girl called Diana were the only 2 who made it to the top. So congrats to both of them and "Aren't you humiliated?!" to the rest of us.
We also played a game called I don't really know what but I'll (once again) assume it to be Camelot. It's a different version of dodgeball and it's really fun too! That is, of course, if you negate the cruel fact and horrible reality that we were drying ourselves (such a primitive way of preservation... will this lead to longetivity? Don't get the connection? Ask me.) under a swelling 365 degree sun.
Note to self (2): Big round thing hanging in the sky = hot hot = Evil Spirit. Arm self appropriately for future occurances.
But on a less jovial note, MAPS told us to register ourselves for some YMCA-ODEC thing for our own coveniance and other reasons but I think that's a little discouraging for some of us cause we already have Health Club plus we're in quite a short course so we don't really want to affiliate ourselves to so many things.
PS: Will update with pics later.
PPS: Congrats to everyone who did well for their exams.
This time we did wall climbing or more precisely, "bouldering". The difference is in the former, you get a fake wall with places to grab like what you see in movies and the main point is it's TALL, like a wall (duh~), but for bouldering, it's exactly like the name states, it's a man-made boulder.
Nathan and Fungy joined us this time and the whole thing was held at Salvation Army.
Well, if you really try to explain it then basically it's just a bunch of people trying, failing, re-attempting, failing again and embarrassing themselves while stumbling over a 3-faced boulder.... <(=_="<) BUT with the luxury of the right company, even heat-processing ourselves in a 135 degree Celsius atmosphere can be fun.
Note to self: standing under a very big, sphere-shaped bright thing hanging on top of our heads can critically tan your already extremely tanned skin. Take appropriate countermeasures in future occasions.
Oh, by the way. The coolmachoFungy didn't embarrass himself though cause he reached the top by doing some Spiderman-Bugs Bunny sticking and jumping on the wall stint. He and a (I presume to be) very young girl called Diana were the only 2 who made it to the top. So congrats to both of them and "Aren't you humiliated?!" to the rest of us.
We also played a game called I don't really know what but I'll (once again) assume it to be Camelot. It's a different version of dodgeball and it's really fun too! That is, of course, if you negate the cruel fact and horrible reality that we were drying ourselves (such a primitive way of preservation... will this lead to longetivity? Don't get the connection? Ask me.) under a swelling 365 degree sun.
Note to self (2): Big round thing hanging in the sky = hot hot = Evil Spirit. Arm self appropriately for future occurances.
But on a less jovial note, MAPS told us to register ourselves for some YMCA-ODEC thing for our own coveniance and other reasons but I think that's a little discouraging for some of us cause we already have Health Club plus we're in quite a short course so we don't really want to affiliate ourselves to so many things.
PS: Will update with pics later.
PPS: Congrats to everyone who did well for their exams.
Monday, January 15
ジレンマ
Innocence is truthful right?
Kids are innocent right?
Adults lose their innocence as they grow up right? We all do. There'll come a time when you start thinking "a little white lie won't hurt anybody". There'll be a moment where you're given the choice to lie and make people happy or utter the unmentionable truth and bring everyone an agonizing pain undeserved by them.
Adults aren't innocent. They lost it trying to protect the kids.
Yet why do we trust them? Entrusting our future in their hands, leaving our country... our world for them to govern. Have we lost our minds?
I've mechanics homework and I'm no where near completion. How can you finish if you never start? All it takes is that first step. Isn't everything in life like so? First step, first jump, first word.
Everything is cluttering my head right now. It's a mess. Friday. I think on Thrusday night, I'm going to sleep and never wake up again. Why do they put us through such excruciating dilema. Who was it that first said "O ye' of low IQ, thy life is nothing but trash under a pile of garbish."?
What does exams have to do with a person's worth! I bet all these were tricks set up by the weaker life forms in their hope to con men into leaving behind their babaric pathways and hail the weaklings as king!
My mom wants me to be a bridesmaid to some relative who's marrying. They want me to wear a skirt. Oh wait... they want me to wear a F-ing GOWN!!!! NO! NEVER!!!!! I hope nobody reads this post and decides to say "Wah! Good chance! Gogo! Take photo har?!". I'm referring to a particularly large hamster with long hair which has recently been straightened and is widely known by the name Slur.
All the best for this Friday. Hope none of us will need a lift to Komtar.
Kids are innocent right?
Adults lose their innocence as they grow up right? We all do. There'll come a time when you start thinking "a little white lie won't hurt anybody". There'll be a moment where you're given the choice to lie and make people happy or utter the unmentionable truth and bring everyone an agonizing pain undeserved by them.
Adults aren't innocent. They lost it trying to protect the kids.
Yet why do we trust them? Entrusting our future in their hands, leaving our country... our world for them to govern. Have we lost our minds?
I've mechanics homework and I'm no where near completion. How can you finish if you never start? All it takes is that first step. Isn't everything in life like so? First step, first jump, first word.
Everything is cluttering my head right now. It's a mess. Friday. I think on Thrusday night, I'm going to sleep and never wake up again. Why do they put us through such excruciating dilema. Who was it that first said "O ye' of low IQ, thy life is nothing but trash under a pile of garbish."?
What does exams have to do with a person's worth! I bet all these were tricks set up by the weaker life forms in their hope to con men into leaving behind their babaric pathways and hail the weaklings as king!
My mom wants me to be a bridesmaid to some relative who's marrying. They want me to wear a skirt. Oh wait... they want me to wear a F-ing GOWN!!!! NO! NEVER!!!!! I hope nobody reads this post and decides to say "Wah! Good chance! Gogo! Take photo har?!". I'm referring to a particularly large hamster with long hair which has recently been straightened and is widely known by the name Slur.
All the best for this Friday. Hope none of us will need a lift to Komtar.
Wednesday, January 3
#005
Are you insensible, lustful or in love?
I know it has to be one of them. To me, you are in the latter state.
Compared to the first two, you were most like the third.
Forgive my melancholy. I'm in the generation's way.
My friend, are you in agony?
We are surely over thinking. Let's stop this unfair behaviour.
Rush against the storm, I will advance and choose death.
Our love is threatened. Let's prove it together.
At the risk of my life, I will be yours.
Extracted from Les Thibault
By Roger Martin du Gard
I know it has to be one of them. To me, you are in the latter state.
Compared to the first two, you were most like the third.
Forgive my melancholy. I'm in the generation's way.
My friend, are you in agony?
We are surely over thinking. Let's stop this unfair behaviour.
Rush against the storm, I will advance and choose death.
Our love is threatened. Let's prove it together.
At the risk of my life, I will be yours.
Extracted from Les Thibault
By Roger Martin du Gard
Monday, December 4
Heartbreaker
Sometimes all you need to do, and all that you can do, is to cry your heart out and hope that it won't take more than a single big fluffy pillow to finish the job.
Saturday, December 2
Oh how you mock me.
Some time ago Slur asked me to go try this Japanese restaurant called Tao because, well, she knows how crazy I'm bout all things Japo and also because that shop is really nice. I must say I totally a hundred percent agree with her on the GOOD FOOD part. It's so nice it's almost a sin not to eat it man. For reservations or more information, please call 04-6587826. I feel like I'm doing free adverts for it here...=.= Oh, by the way, the shop is at the E-Gate area.
Anyway, there's this TB girl there that Slur says looks like me but I digress. Just cause she's a TB *mumble mumble*... Anyway, I must admit she looks pretty good though. The decent likable type of person. I mean judging from looks lah but I know I know, don't judge a book by its cover.
But that isn't the main point too. The main point is me feeling like a saturated balloon stretched to its limit here and even the slightest of breeze might burst the layer of tissue stretched upon my abdomen. I'm so full it actually hurts. I wanna sleep but lying down will probably cancel the effects of gravity on the food in me and it'll start flowing out of my mouth. My stomach is stretched so thin it's actually agonizing to move around.
And while I was eating, I felt the food taunting me as if I have been defeated. As I lay there with my bloated stomach, I saw the plates eyeing me up and down like I'm a fallen soldier who have just betrayed her country. I felt a tide of shame bash upon my weak spirit as I watched the beautiful tea cups staring at me with that "Hah~! Is that all you've got?!" look and felt the rage burn inside me as the plates said "Are you giving up already?! I can still go on the whole night carrying food around and you're telling me that's all you've got?!"
This is the first time I've felt good, unlimited food is a type of torture.
Anyway, there's this TB girl there that Slur says looks like me but I digress. Just cause she's a TB *mumble mumble*... Anyway, I must admit she looks pretty good though. The decent likable type of person. I mean judging from looks lah but I know I know, don't judge a book by its cover.
But that isn't the main point too. The main point is me feeling like a saturated balloon stretched to its limit here and even the slightest of breeze might burst the layer of tissue stretched upon my abdomen. I'm so full it actually hurts. I wanna sleep but lying down will probably cancel the effects of gravity on the food in me and it'll start flowing out of my mouth. My stomach is stretched so thin it's actually agonizing to move around.
And while I was eating, I felt the food taunting me as if I have been defeated. As I lay there with my bloated stomach, I saw the plates eyeing me up and down like I'm a fallen soldier who have just betrayed her country. I felt a tide of shame bash upon my weak spirit as I watched the beautiful tea cups staring at me with that "Hah~! Is that all you've got?!" look and felt the rage burn inside me as the plates said "Are you giving up already?! I can still go on the whole night carrying food around and you're telling me that's all you've got?!"
This is the first time I've felt good, unlimited food is a type of torture.
Tuesday, November 28
Politically Correct Terms
Out with the old, in with the new. If we're going to be so "civilised" that we start calling sexual offenders "guys who were wrongly seduced by suggestive behaviours and fashion sense of the female victims", we might as well start renaming the whole world to make it sound more Alice in Wonderland-ish.
For starters, the terms "big boned" and "heavy-set frame" is soooo cliche~. Instead, I suggest we use more sweet and delicate, albeit longer terms like "individual with a higher body mass than what society perceives as average" or maybe "individual with an excess amount of cells / adipose tissue". In fact, I'll give a pass to "personnel with an unmentionable body mass profile".
You see, the whole thing about being politically correct is to spin a million rounds and beat about the bushes as much as possible on an issue which you can actually settle with a single word, like in the case above by simply saying "fat", would become much much longer, complicated and harder to understand.
I also suggest in order to not offend Mother Nature, we shall stop calling this planet we live on as "Earth" because lets face it, there's more water visible on the surface than earth / soil / humus. Maybe we should rename it as "Warth", a combination of water and earth. Or we can just stick to the age-old saying of "3rd rock from the sun" although technically this isn't really a rock. More like a "third large entity from the sun that is classified as a planet in the Milky Way" or "the largest solid body in the Solar System".
And I believe we should revise the usage of the word "chicken" cause lately, it seems to be synonymous to cowardly. So we either stop calling "individuals with a lower bravery level" "chickens" or we stop calling chickens "chickens".
And in my mind, "chicken" somehow reminds me of SARS or am I just being discriminatory?
For starters, the terms "big boned" and "heavy-set frame" is soooo cliche~. Instead, I suggest we use more sweet and delicate, albeit longer terms like "individual with a higher body mass than what society perceives as average" or maybe "individual with an excess amount of cells / adipose tissue". In fact, I'll give a pass to "personnel with an unmentionable body mass profile".
You see, the whole thing about being politically correct is to spin a million rounds and beat about the bushes as much as possible on an issue which you can actually settle with a single word, like in the case above by simply saying "fat", would become much much longer, complicated and harder to understand.
I also suggest in order to not offend Mother Nature, we shall stop calling this planet we live on as "Earth" because lets face it, there's more water visible on the surface than earth / soil / humus. Maybe we should rename it as "Warth", a combination of water and earth. Or we can just stick to the age-old saying of "3rd rock from the sun" although technically this isn't really a rock. More like a "third large entity from the sun that is classified as a planet in the Milky Way" or "the largest solid body in the Solar System".
And I believe we should revise the usage of the word "chicken" cause lately, it seems to be synonymous to cowardly. So we either stop calling "individuals with a lower bravery level" "chickens" or we stop calling chickens "chickens".
And in my mind, "chicken" somehow reminds me of SARS or am I just being discriminatory?
Stupidity. Such Fond Memories *blush*
DJ HanZ (a new name for him! ^.^) told me he's having his driving theory test tomorrow and suddenly I was flooded with happy memories of how things were back in my time.
I remember at the time I was about to take the "undang" test, one of the guys {he's going to France on a scholarship now (=^_^=)V *good luck*}in my class told me a few people had to retake that test because they failed it and before the worlds "tactful" and "humility" had a chance to invade my puny brain, I blurted out "Hah?! That's so dumb. Anybody can pass that without even trying!"
You can just imagine how big my ego was (and still is). As a result, my friends made me swear I won't study or attempt any of the questions supplied by the JPJ eventhough I've already wasted money on buying that questionaire CD. Like I said, anybody can pass it without even trying, right? .....Right??
Well, just barely...(=_=) I was one answer away from failing that test!! I ended up with a really really borderline pass and was sooooooo thankful I didn't have to embarrass myself and retake it.
But of course, shortly after remeniscing about it, I realized how stupid it was to put my pride and money on the line just to defend my overly humongous ego.
Then I went on to think about other happy times and came to a conclusion: all those moments were a result of our (or my) stupidity, foolishness, boredom and ADHD syndrome.
Like the time my friends and I got fed up with class and went to play basketball. The only problem there? Well, it was 12 o' clock, our classes were still ongoing, we were playing in our school compound and worse still, most of us were wearing our blue pinafores! It was so stupid! Who would run around under the afternoon sun wearing skirts?! And of course, because we were on school compound, a teacher happened to drive pass the courts and was thaaaaat close to catching us. Luckily someone spotted him first so we hid behind trees / under benches.
And let's not forget the extremely memorable new year's day we wasted..... sleeping / sitting / dozing off in front of Gurney Plaza. On the 31st of December, my friends came over to my house for a BBQ party and afterwards, we went to another friend's apartment that was facing Penang so we can get a good view of the fireworks. After everything was done, we were too fired up to go home so we ended up playing Uno Stack-up the whole night and in the morning, we went for dim sum and later some "genius" suggested we go to Gurney. Smart idea.. really smart considering it was barely 8 a.m. But of course, having been deprived of sleep the whole night, none of our incompetent brains noticed this slight technical problem and there we were, standing at the entrance of Gurney, staring at its closed doors and the corridors littered with garbage from last night's party.
Ack! And that time we went for a hotel stay at Batu Ferringhi and realized we actually have nothing to do there so another genius suggested we build sand castles. Of course, with our extremely creative minds and miracle hands *roll eyes*, we ended up competing who can make the biggest pile of sand. OK, maybe that was only for my team cause the other team actually did a pretty decent job. But anyway, you know, piling sand is a kinda hard job that needed a lot of my talent and skills.....
Aha! Then there was this other time when I was still young and innocent and was easily led astray by stupid companions. We decided to be true "rebels without a cause" one day and a gang of us wore flip-flops to school! Of course, as expected we got a stern lecturing and as punishment, the discipline teacher confisticated our footwear for the day and yup, we were all bare-footed. Like that wasn't embarrassing enough, another idiot suggested we show defiance by parading around school in such a manner so there we were, finding strength in number and walking every except the toilets with our naked toes. In the end one of my friends got pissed off at my foolishness so she went to get my sandals back.... *hehe*
Get what I mean? None of those incidents had even a tad bit of intelligence involved and yet, those were the good old days. Ah~ stupidity, ain't it beautiful?
I remember at the time I was about to take the "undang" test, one of the guys {he's going to France on a scholarship now (=^_^=)V *good luck*}in my class told me a few people had to retake that test because they failed it and before the worlds "tactful" and "humility" had a chance to invade my puny brain, I blurted out "Hah?! That's so dumb. Anybody can pass that without even trying!"
You can just imagine how big my ego was (and still is). As a result, my friends made me swear I won't study or attempt any of the questions supplied by the JPJ eventhough I've already wasted money on buying that questionaire CD. Like I said, anybody can pass it without even trying, right? .....Right??
Well, just barely...(=_=) I was one answer away from failing that test!! I ended up with a really really borderline pass and was sooooooo thankful I didn't have to embarrass myself and retake it.
But of course, shortly after remeniscing about it, I realized how stupid it was to put my pride and money on the line just to defend my overly humongous ego.
Then I went on to think about other happy times and came to a conclusion: all those moments were a result of our (or my) stupidity, foolishness, boredom and ADHD syndrome.
Like the time my friends and I got fed up with class and went to play basketball. The only problem there? Well, it was 12 o' clock, our classes were still ongoing, we were playing in our school compound and worse still, most of us were wearing our blue pinafores! It was so stupid! Who would run around under the afternoon sun wearing skirts?! And of course, because we were on school compound, a teacher happened to drive pass the courts and was thaaaaat close to catching us. Luckily someone spotted him first so we hid behind trees / under benches.
And let's not forget the extremely memorable new year's day we wasted..... sleeping / sitting / dozing off in front of Gurney Plaza. On the 31st of December, my friends came over to my house for a BBQ party and afterwards, we went to another friend's apartment that was facing Penang so we can get a good view of the fireworks. After everything was done, we were too fired up to go home so we ended up playing Uno Stack-up the whole night and in the morning, we went for dim sum and later some "genius" suggested we go to Gurney. Smart idea.. really smart considering it was barely 8 a.m. But of course, having been deprived of sleep the whole night, none of our incompetent brains noticed this slight technical problem and there we were, standing at the entrance of Gurney, staring at its closed doors and the corridors littered with garbage from last night's party.
Ack! And that time we went for a hotel stay at Batu Ferringhi and realized we actually have nothing to do there so another genius suggested we build sand castles. Of course, with our extremely creative minds and miracle hands *roll eyes*, we ended up competing who can make the biggest pile of sand. OK, maybe that was only for my team cause the other team actually did a pretty decent job. But anyway, you know, piling sand is a kinda hard job that needed a lot of my talent and skills.....
Aha! Then there was this other time when I was still young and innocent and was easily led astray by stupid companions. We decided to be true "rebels without a cause" one day and a gang of us wore flip-flops to school! Of course, as expected we got a stern lecturing and as punishment, the discipline teacher confisticated our footwear for the day and yup, we were all bare-footed. Like that wasn't embarrassing enough, another idiot suggested we show defiance by parading around school in such a manner so there we were, finding strength in number and walking every except the toilets with our naked toes. In the end one of my friends got pissed off at my foolishness so she went to get my sandals back.... *hehe*
Get what I mean? None of those incidents had even a tad bit of intelligence involved and yet, those were the good old days. Ah~ stupidity, ain't it beautiful?
Friday, November 24
The Cliff, The Edge, The Fall
I have a feeling that people are always somehow, in some sense, thinking about the opposite. It doesn't really matter what the opposite is, but we're constantly being plagued by or in some cases, longing for what lies on the other side. It's something like "the grass is always greener on the other side" but at the same time, it's a little different too. It's pretty hard to put into words for others to understand especially cause most of you don't think or look at things as freely or carelessly as I do.
For example, why do we always mourn those who've passed away instead of cherishing the other 6 billion still living in the same dimension as us? Why are most of us afraid of the darkness robbing away our laughters when we're probably living the happiest moments of ours lives?
The saying goes that you never appreciate what you have until it's gone. And it is true. We weep in front of stones and mud for those who won't ever hear our sorrow. We curse the lost of a match well-played only after the buzzer goes off and there's nothing else you can do. We only truly understand what poverty is after we taste the good life, be it through TV or by a sheer stroke of luck.
The saddest part of all this is the cliff. I see this journey like a walk through the vast and magnificient landscape of earth. On average, we walk through plains and flat land for a bigger part of our lives, occasionally there might be a jungle so thick you won't be able to see 3 steps ahead, or you might pass by the ocean and feel the soft white sand under your gentle toes. And then there is the cliff, the point of no return, the place where the lesson of appreciation is forced into your head at the speed of light regardless of what resistance you put up.
Once you fall, getting back up is close to impossible. After you reach rock bottom, you can either stand there and do nothing else but wonder what things are like up there or you can choose to find a new path from down under. It might not be as grand as what you saw back up on the cliff but maybe one day, you might stumble on a way that will lead you somewhere even higher, right? If you're lucky, an angel might just come along and pick you up too.
But the best choice is of course to reach the edge yet never fall off. On the verge of a plummeting into the great abyss but that next step into nothingness never comes. It is at those moments that you truly learn to appreciate what you have and still have the chance to use your newfound wisdom. Take a step to the edge of the cliff. If possible, bring binoculars and strap on a safety rope to be secure. Take a look at what it has to offer and wake up on the right side of the bed before it's too late.
I guess that's pretty much what i wanted to say. We all lose friends and possesions along our journey in life but it doesn't mean it has to be the end. It's not over until the fat lady sings so even if you lose sight of him, her or it, never lose sight of the feelings you harbour because that's the only thing that will lead you home. Cling onto the cliff and pull yourself back up, find a new path and make it to the top, give yourself wings and soar through the sky. It doesn't matter what method you choose as long as you don't lose sight of those feelings that allowed you to survive the fall.
For example, why do we always mourn those who've passed away instead of cherishing the other 6 billion still living in the same dimension as us? Why are most of us afraid of the darkness robbing away our laughters when we're probably living the happiest moments of ours lives?
The saying goes that you never appreciate what you have until it's gone. And it is true. We weep in front of stones and mud for those who won't ever hear our sorrow. We curse the lost of a match well-played only after the buzzer goes off and there's nothing else you can do. We only truly understand what poverty is after we taste the good life, be it through TV or by a sheer stroke of luck.
The saddest part of all this is the cliff. I see this journey like a walk through the vast and magnificient landscape of earth. On average, we walk through plains and flat land for a bigger part of our lives, occasionally there might be a jungle so thick you won't be able to see 3 steps ahead, or you might pass by the ocean and feel the soft white sand under your gentle toes. And then there is the cliff, the point of no return, the place where the lesson of appreciation is forced into your head at the speed of light regardless of what resistance you put up.
Once you fall, getting back up is close to impossible. After you reach rock bottom, you can either stand there and do nothing else but wonder what things are like up there or you can choose to find a new path from down under. It might not be as grand as what you saw back up on the cliff but maybe one day, you might stumble on a way that will lead you somewhere even higher, right? If you're lucky, an angel might just come along and pick you up too.
But the best choice is of course to reach the edge yet never fall off. On the verge of a plummeting into the great abyss but that next step into nothingness never comes. It is at those moments that you truly learn to appreciate what you have and still have the chance to use your newfound wisdom. Take a step to the edge of the cliff. If possible, bring binoculars and strap on a safety rope to be secure. Take a look at what it has to offer and wake up on the right side of the bed before it's too late.
I guess that's pretty much what i wanted to say. We all lose friends and possesions along our journey in life but it doesn't mean it has to be the end. It's not over until the fat lady sings so even if you lose sight of him, her or it, never lose sight of the feelings you harbour because that's the only thing that will lead you home. Cling onto the cliff and pull yourself back up, find a new path and make it to the top, give yourself wings and soar through the sky. It doesn't matter what method you choose as long as you don't lose sight of those feelings that allowed you to survive the fall.
Thursday, November 2
The Prettiest Girl in the Whole Wide World
I don't know if there's any saying in English but in Chinese there's a proverb that goes "bad things don't come alone". Maybe it can be translated as "misery loves company" although some meaning does seem to be lost in translation.
OK, in today's case, both proverbs will do. Around noon, I received a message from Slurrie saying she aint well and stuff bout operation and I guess she's having a really bad tummy ache so yeah, pity her~! I wonder if it's appendicitis? I guess we might find out tomorrow cause there's a plan to go visit her although it's not too sure yet.
AH!! My Slurrie~ haha, I'm actually having fun with this. OK, I WAS having fun with it.... Until karma played its horrible and cruel trick on me.
Later that evening, I passed on going to Penang with my parents and going to watch a basketball match with my friends because I have some pre-arranged appointments, and I did both with a great sense of doubt and a faint touch of regret. I mean, HELLO~ I passed on going to a freaking basketball match!! And to think they won on this match that I missed but no~ *rolls eyes* they just HAD TO lose the last one I decided to attend. *toooooooooooooot*
But, an appointment is an appointment so at about 8pm, I left the house with the house keys in one hand and my car keys hanging on another finger. I locked the door of the house which naturally required the use of the key, I walk to the gate and because it was raining I decided to unlock the doors of my car before I made the ultimate dash to it and in doing so somehow shifted the way things were arranged in my hand. By the time I reach the car, I realized that the house key was no longer in its former position and it was no where to be found on any finger either.
Of course, being me, I just dismissed it as a minor issue and got into the car before I started rummaging my bag in search of it but alas, it was to no avail. So I got out of the car (this time I was getting pretty pissed cause I'm already late) and went back to the door to see if I left it hanging there and just as I thought, I wasn't that blur. I traced my steps back to the car and I couldn't find it either so I gave up and thought there probably won't be any other person as pathetic as me to be looking for a tiny bunch of keys at night in the pouring rain so I just got into the car and drove off.
Halfway on my way there, I was informed that the freaking thing was off so I just wasted my time getting ready AND missing out on the match. Of course, at that point I was a lot more worried about the missing key because I was stuck with no proper way into the house until around 10.30pm (which is when my parents get back from Penang) unless I find them.
A word of advice to my dear readers, do not attempt to look for something that is half the size of your palm in the pouring rain at night out on the road. Just my luck by the way, the street lights weren't working at that time.
By 9, I was soaked, feeling miserable and stupid for losing the keys on my way from the house to the car (which is really really pretty stupid) so I decided to go for a ride around the housing area. That lasted about 2 minutes and didn't help me in any way either.....
So there I was, stuck, locked out of my own house BY MYSELF at night with a small bottle of water, my wallet, phone and car keys plus no friends to turn to as they've all went to the match. And I was feeling really really hungry too. Of course I could have just gone and bought some food seeing that I had money and transport as well but I felt that I would somehow feel like a bigger loser if I went out to dine alone.
Laugh all you want. I locked myself out there for over 2 hours. TWO MOFO HOURS!!! Can you imagine that?! Sitting out there in the dark, dejected with nothing but the sound of rain drops to accompany me?! OK, that was a lie cause PF was actually kind enough to message with me but still....
At around 10pm, I got fed up and was heading to the car to treat myself to a piece of cake when I found a few metal wires on the way. Being a very intelligent (translated : learned a lot from movies) and creative (translated : lives in a fantasy world), the thought of picking the lock on my own house instantly occured to me. It's not like I haven't done it before, right?
There's always a downside of watching too much movies and being totally absorbed in it. You some times forget that most of it doesn't come true. Fortunately for me, I have the blood of a true Burmese (in my own translation : useless criminal) flowing in my veins and I broke in in no time at all.
But still, TWO FREAKING HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What is this post about? Absolutely nothing at all. I just felt that after that ordeal, I really needed to put it down in words so I won't ever forget how stupid I can get some times. Oh and of course to announce to any potential well-wishers that Slur is currently ill.
There you have it. My karma for laughing at people's misery. I ended up accompanying her in the same pool (=_="). And the worst irony is that I later found the keys under the car seat. Get it, KARma so the keys got lost in the CAR? Fine~ It's a lame joke.
Oh, and what ice cream is good without a touch of chocolate syrup on top, eh? I somehow lost every single one of my cute and precious emoticons in MSN messenger too for no apparent reason at all. Seriously all gone, "poof" just like that. Vanished.
PS: In case any of you are wondering, the title has nothing to do with this post. I just thought it sounds nice.
OK, in today's case, both proverbs will do. Around noon, I received a message from Slurrie saying she aint well and stuff bout operation and I guess she's having a really bad tummy ache so yeah, pity her~! I wonder if it's appendicitis? I guess we might find out tomorrow cause there's a plan to go visit her although it's not too sure yet.
AH!! My Slurrie~ haha, I'm actually having fun with this. OK, I WAS having fun with it.... Until karma played its horrible and cruel trick on me.
Later that evening, I passed on going to Penang with my parents and going to watch a basketball match with my friends because I have some pre-arranged appointments, and I did both with a great sense of doubt and a faint touch of regret. I mean, HELLO~ I passed on going to a freaking basketball match!! And to think they won on this match that I missed but no~ *rolls eyes* they just HAD TO lose the last one I decided to attend. *toooooooooooooot*
But, an appointment is an appointment so at about 8pm, I left the house with the house keys in one hand and my car keys hanging on another finger. I locked the door of the house which naturally required the use of the key, I walk to the gate and because it was raining I decided to unlock the doors of my car before I made the ultimate dash to it and in doing so somehow shifted the way things were arranged in my hand. By the time I reach the car, I realized that the house key was no longer in its former position and it was no where to be found on any finger either.
Of course, being me, I just dismissed it as a minor issue and got into the car before I started rummaging my bag in search of it but alas, it was to no avail. So I got out of the car (this time I was getting pretty pissed cause I'm already late) and went back to the door to see if I left it hanging there and just as I thought, I wasn't that blur. I traced my steps back to the car and I couldn't find it either so I gave up and thought there probably won't be any other person as pathetic as me to be looking for a tiny bunch of keys at night in the pouring rain so I just got into the car and drove off.
Halfway on my way there, I was informed that the freaking thing was off so I just wasted my time getting ready AND missing out on the match. Of course, at that point I was a lot more worried about the missing key because I was stuck with no proper way into the house until around 10.30pm (which is when my parents get back from Penang) unless I find them.
A word of advice to my dear readers, do not attempt to look for something that is half the size of your palm in the pouring rain at night out on the road. Just my luck by the way, the street lights weren't working at that time.
By 9, I was soaked, feeling miserable and stupid for losing the keys on my way from the house to the car (which is really really pretty stupid) so I decided to go for a ride around the housing area. That lasted about 2 minutes and didn't help me in any way either.....
So there I was, stuck, locked out of my own house BY MYSELF at night with a small bottle of water, my wallet, phone and car keys plus no friends to turn to as they've all went to the match. And I was feeling really really hungry too. Of course I could have just gone and bought some food seeing that I had money and transport as well but I felt that I would somehow feel like a bigger loser if I went out to dine alone.
Laugh all you want. I locked myself out there for over 2 hours. TWO MOFO HOURS!!! Can you imagine that?! Sitting out there in the dark, dejected with nothing but the sound of rain drops to accompany me?! OK, that was a lie cause PF was actually kind enough to message with me but still....
At around 10pm, I got fed up and was heading to the car to treat myself to a piece of cake when I found a few metal wires on the way. Being a very intelligent (translated : learned a lot from movies) and creative (translated : lives in a fantasy world), the thought of picking the lock on my own house instantly occured to me. It's not like I haven't done it before, right?
There's always a downside of watching too much movies and being totally absorbed in it. You some times forget that most of it doesn't come true. Fortunately for me, I have the blood of a true Burmese (in my own translation : useless criminal) flowing in my veins and I broke in in no time at all.
But still, TWO FREAKING HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What is this post about? Absolutely nothing at all. I just felt that after that ordeal, I really needed to put it down in words so I won't ever forget how stupid I can get some times. Oh and of course to announce to any potential well-wishers that Slur is currently ill.
There you have it. My karma for laughing at people's misery. I ended up accompanying her in the same pool (=_="). And the worst irony is that I later found the keys under the car seat. Get it, KARma so the keys got lost in the CAR? Fine~ It's a lame joke.
Oh, and what ice cream is good without a touch of chocolate syrup on top, eh? I somehow lost every single one of my cute and precious emoticons in MSN messenger too for no apparent reason at all. Seriously all gone, "poof" just like that. Vanished.
PS: In case any of you are wondering, the title has nothing to do with this post. I just thought it sounds nice.
Tuesday, October 31
Paranoia : I'm Gonna Die~!
My dad says back in Burma when he was studying medicine, there's a disease called "3rd MB Syndrome" which is what medical students get in they're 3rd year (in Burma, they have a different education system, but in everywhere else it's first year of Medicine). Not everybody gets it but sometimes it happens and it's really ridiculous but the "patient" doesn't realize he / she is suffering from it until later on.
Anyway, in their 3rd year they start learning about all these pains and disease and the signs, symptoms and consequences of it and they start relating it to real life. Take my dad for instance, he said that in his 3rd year alone, he had himself X-rayed, went through an MRI (I think) and subjected himself to a lot more medical check-up as he suffered from the aforementioned syndrome. What is this syndrome exactly?
It's a case where ignorance really becomes a bliss and knowledge proves to bring about paranoia. As they start learning about these diseases, they start thinking to themselves, "Hei, didn't I have these signs and symptoms a while back?" or "Oh my god, my muscles hurt exactly like this book says and I'm having a headache too! Am I suffering from xxx?". Of course most of them will probably just think "Nah~!" and walk away but people like my dad start letting their imaginations run wild and start doing all those weird tests on himself. One time, he even went to his lecturer and complained about all his medical problems and eventhough she assured him with a kind smile that it's really nothing, he went ahead and put himself in a machine to be scanned or something. How embarrassing.
Why am I writing about this? Firstly cause Slur asked me to update my blog and second, cause I'm only in A-Levels and I'm already suffering from this syndrome.
Due to the advancement of technology and the rapid speed at which information is made available to us at the touch of a button (the Switchy ON button on the CPU~), we're able to harvest and analyse precious and countless knowledge without breaking a sweat. Wasai, like I'm writing an essay on the benefits of internet aneh kuan.
Every time I come across some disease or illness, I'll immediately go and look for more info on that particular problem and I always end up with a ton of unnecessary points. Like right now, I'm under the impression that I'm going to die as a result of vitamin B deficiency. Here's the signs and symptoms of that problem:
* mental problems
* heart palpitations
* heart arrythmias
* fibrillation
* indigestion
* chronic fatigue
* chronic exhaustion
* paranoia, vague fears, fear that something dreadful is about to happen
* nervousness
* ADD (attention deficiency), inability to concentrate, irritability
* feeling of uneasiness
* thoughts of dying
* easy agitation, frustration
* inability to sleep (insomnia)
* restlessness
* tingling in hands
* tingling fingers and toes
* rashes
* crying spells, inability to cope
* soreness all over
Everybody knows I have mental problems. I mean it's a common fact.
Indigestion? Check. I just barfed up the entire Malaysia the other day as a result of it.
Paranoia, fear that something dreadful is about to happen? Check as well. That day right before I went to sleep, I had this horrible feeling that tomorrow when I wake up, something is going to explode right in our face. Of course nothing of that sort happened so I can't really label that under premonition.
Nervousness? Yup. I get really really nervous when I'm in the presence of certain people, especially if that person is a friend's parent.
ADD? Haha, I think that should probably be my middle name. The only time I can really concentrate is when I'm playing something interesting like basketball. I can be talking with someone and giving perfectly agreeable replies when my mind is actually wandering the realms of Niyidom.
Thoughts of dying? After reading that article on vitB deficiency, I tink I'm going to die pretty soon. Maybe tomorrow.
Easy agitation. I've been getting that a lot lately and I always feel like slapping someone and poor Farhan is always on the receiving end of my frustration.
Tingling in fingers!!!! Oh my god! I get that all the time and I used to think it's because I'm gonna become Spiderman and suddenly sprout little hairs out of my fingers and I'll start climbing walls!! Haha!
Soreness all over. This is probably the most prominent feature of my body which I always blame on excessive exercise but now I know better! Hah, it's all because I lack vitB! And guess what? Doing exercise will use up your vitB supply. See? More plausible reason behind my current paranoia.
Before this, I've also diagnosed myself to have scoliosis, a deformity of the spine which results in me having back pains all the time. However.... after reading the signs and symptoms of scoliosis, I wish I seriously don't have it.... It said something bout clothes not "hanging right" due to uneven shoulder levels and assymetrical breast in females. (=_=") OK, maybe I have some other spine problem... Let me go dig up some more dirt and get back at you guys on it.
I'm also under the impression that I have a brain tumour which is causing me to have constant migraines and a lot of other neurological problems. While we're still on the subject of brains, I feel that I might be suffering from dementia as well which is severe impairment or loss of intellectual capacity and personality integration.
Loss of intellectual capacity and personality integration! See?!
I've already made a deal with my parents that if I grow up and find out I really do have these problems, I'm going to sue them for a million US dollars each as compensation for neglecting me and my physical and mental well-being. Now all I need is to hire a lawyer and write this down in black and white.
Oh and I've got to hire some bomb expert to come check my house and cars to make sure it really won't blow up....
Anyway, in their 3rd year they start learning about all these pains and disease and the signs, symptoms and consequences of it and they start relating it to real life. Take my dad for instance, he said that in his 3rd year alone, he had himself X-rayed, went through an MRI (I think) and subjected himself to a lot more medical check-up as he suffered from the aforementioned syndrome. What is this syndrome exactly?
It's a case where ignorance really becomes a bliss and knowledge proves to bring about paranoia. As they start learning about these diseases, they start thinking to themselves, "Hei, didn't I have these signs and symptoms a while back?" or "Oh my god, my muscles hurt exactly like this book says and I'm having a headache too! Am I suffering from xxx?". Of course most of them will probably just think "Nah~!" and walk away but people like my dad start letting their imaginations run wild and start doing all those weird tests on himself. One time, he even went to his lecturer and complained about all his medical problems and eventhough she assured him with a kind smile that it's really nothing, he went ahead and put himself in a machine to be scanned or something. How embarrassing.
Why am I writing about this? Firstly cause Slur asked me to update my blog and second, cause I'm only in A-Levels and I'm already suffering from this syndrome.
Due to the advancement of technology and the rapid speed at which information is made available to us at the touch of a button (the Switchy ON button on the CPU~), we're able to harvest and analyse precious and countless knowledge without breaking a sweat. Wasai, like I'm writing an essay on the benefits of internet aneh kuan.
Every time I come across some disease or illness, I'll immediately go and look for more info on that particular problem and I always end up with a ton of unnecessary points. Like right now, I'm under the impression that I'm going to die as a result of vitamin B deficiency. Here's the signs and symptoms of that problem:
* mental problems
* heart palpitations
* heart arrythmias
* fibrillation
* indigestion
* chronic fatigue
* chronic exhaustion
* paranoia, vague fears, fear that something dreadful is about to happen
* nervousness
* ADD (attention deficiency), inability to concentrate, irritability
* feeling of uneasiness
* thoughts of dying
* easy agitation, frustration
* inability to sleep (insomnia)
* restlessness
* tingling in hands
* tingling fingers and toes
* rashes
* crying spells, inability to cope
* soreness all over
Everybody knows I have mental problems. I mean it's a common fact.
Indigestion? Check. I just barfed up the entire Malaysia the other day as a result of it.
Paranoia, fear that something dreadful is about to happen? Check as well. That day right before I went to sleep, I had this horrible feeling that tomorrow when I wake up, something is going to explode right in our face. Of course nothing of that sort happened so I can't really label that under premonition.
Nervousness? Yup. I get really really nervous when I'm in the presence of certain people, especially if that person is a friend's parent.
ADD? Haha, I think that should probably be my middle name. The only time I can really concentrate is when I'm playing something interesting like basketball. I can be talking with someone and giving perfectly agreeable replies when my mind is actually wandering the realms of Niyidom.
Thoughts of dying? After reading that article on vitB deficiency, I tink I'm going to die pretty soon. Maybe tomorrow.
Easy agitation. I've been getting that a lot lately and I always feel like slapping someone and poor Farhan is always on the receiving end of my frustration.
Tingling in fingers!!!! Oh my god! I get that all the time and I used to think it's because I'm gonna become Spiderman and suddenly sprout little hairs out of my fingers and I'll start climbing walls!! Haha!
Soreness all over. This is probably the most prominent feature of my body which I always blame on excessive exercise but now I know better! Hah, it's all because I lack vitB! And guess what? Doing exercise will use up your vitB supply. See? More plausible reason behind my current paranoia.
Before this, I've also diagnosed myself to have scoliosis, a deformity of the spine which results in me having back pains all the time. However.... after reading the signs and symptoms of scoliosis, I wish I seriously don't have it.... It said something bout clothes not "hanging right" due to uneven shoulder levels and assymetrical breast in females. (=_=") OK, maybe I have some other spine problem... Let me go dig up some more dirt and get back at you guys on it.
I'm also under the impression that I have a brain tumour which is causing me to have constant migraines and a lot of other neurological problems. While we're still on the subject of brains, I feel that I might be suffering from dementia as well which is severe impairment or loss of intellectual capacity and personality integration.
Loss of intellectual capacity and personality integration! See?!
I've already made a deal with my parents that if I grow up and find out I really do have these problems, I'm going to sue them for a million US dollars each as compensation for neglecting me and my physical and mental well-being. Now all I need is to hire a lawyer and write this down in black and white.
Oh and I've got to hire some bomb expert to come check my house and cars to make sure it really won't blow up....
Tuesday, October 24
Buses & Trains
Have you guys heard of a show called "My Super Sweet Sixteen"? Why do I even bother asking... Of course the answer is no. I guess I'm the only one who watches these stupid good-for-nothing shows, recognize it as idiotic yet still watch it. It's like this line from the song "Buses And Trains" that goes "It's like cigarettes, like chocolate cake. I know they're bad for me but I just can't keep them away."
The show is about these rich-ass, money-flowing-out-of-their-parents'-nostril kids in USA turning 16 and having an extremely huge party. And by "money flowing out of their nostrils or any other hole on their body", I meant it. They can hire these famous celebrities to come perform at their party (which, of course, cost like a whole mountain of greens {referring to $$$}) and still whine to their parents about wanting more. Seriously, these kids are spoiled so rotten you can't even pick 'em up cause their just turn to mush in your hands.
Well, some of them are OK. They're rich but not stuck up at all and I actually liked a few of them. One of the girls I liked, her dad gave her an SUV that year when she got her driving licence and so during the party her dad wraped that car up in a big ribbon and presented it to the whole crowd at the party and of course people went like "Huh? I thought she already has that car?" and she had that same expression too but she still smiled at her dad. But of course since rich people can never be contempt with a single car for one single person, her dad sprang a surprise on everybody by opening the garage door and out came another car, a sports car that ain't even out in the US yet. He said, "Well, my daughter has a car she can drive to school and everything but she's gonna need another car to drive on the weekends, right?" and I was like OH MY GOD!!!! (>.<)!!!!! That lucky bastard. Anyway, so that was the girl that I kinda liked.
Then comes the other type of rich kids, the brats / scum of the universe. It might sound a bit harsh but believe me, they deserve it. Now comes the story of the girl I can't stand the most on the show.
She's fat and not even pretty OK? Her dad just happens to be rich. So for her birthday she wants to hold a huge party and needs to invite these people so she herds everyone onto this big open field and it seems like late-autumn and everyone was really really cold. So then, men dressesd as Greek soldiers come riding on horses with scrolls and read out the names of those who were invited and guess what? Not everybody there standing out of their way in the cold was invited. Then that b*tch goes like "I can't just invite everybody to my party~ Look at them, they're nerds / geeks / freaks~". At that moment I wished I had a special ticket that allows me to jumps into the TV so I can slap her real hard until all her teeth fell off. Among those who din't get invited, a few just stare at her and roll their eyes eyes and what not so she goes "HAH~! They're just jealous. They all want to be me and now they're jealous."
HELLO!!??!?! You're fat and you're the furthest thing from pretty!!!! Now I felt like kicking her ass. Then came one stupid baffoon who goes to her and asks if he can go to her party cause he didn't get a scroll and she says "Beg me." and he probably thought it was a joke so he gets on his knees and says "can I please?" and she looks at her friends, start laughing her head off and says "NO! I don't even know you, freak!" Can you believe the nerve of that woman! I was stunned by her actions and seriously did not know up until that point that there really are rotten people out there.
Later on, she looks into the camera and says "I always get what I want." then she goes looking for her dad back at home. She tells him she wants a really big present for her birthday, preferably a car and the dad says "Honey, we aready talked about this. We agreed that if you want to have this party, you can't get a car." Now the girl tries to beg a little more, the dad refuses and she gets all angry! My god woman, you're living on his property and his money! If you don't like it, emancipate!
Can you believe that girl?!!? Ever since that episode, I stopped watching the show cause I concluded that it's just plain stupid to shorten my life-span cause when I watch stupid people like that, I get angry at their idiotic antics and start cursing hence, you know, high blood pressure, heart attack bla bla bla.
No wonder there's a saying about something like "Those with brains live longer" or something. It actually means if you use your brain to choose instead of following your whims and fancies, you'll make the right choice and get a better life but in my opinion, it should mean those who have a brain will stop making people around them so pissed off hence saving them from all those stress related health problems.
Oh, by the way, did you guys know that somebody suffers from stroke every 45 seconds and somebody dies as a result of stroke every 3 minutes in this world? So, keep calm, eat healthy and live longer. Smoking is the most important modifiable factor that causes stroke so keep away from it. Be smart! Say "TAK NAK!!"
-A friendly public message.
The show is about these rich-ass, money-flowing-out-of-their-parents'-nostril kids in USA turning 16 and having an extremely huge party. And by "money flowing out of their nostrils or any other hole on their body", I meant it. They can hire these famous celebrities to come perform at their party (which, of course, cost like a whole mountain of greens {referring to $$$}) and still whine to their parents about wanting more. Seriously, these kids are spoiled so rotten you can't even pick 'em up cause their just turn to mush in your hands.
Well, some of them are OK. They're rich but not stuck up at all and I actually liked a few of them. One of the girls I liked, her dad gave her an SUV that year when she got her driving licence and so during the party her dad wraped that car up in a big ribbon and presented it to the whole crowd at the party and of course people went like "Huh? I thought she already has that car?" and she had that same expression too but she still smiled at her dad. But of course since rich people can never be contempt with a single car for one single person, her dad sprang a surprise on everybody by opening the garage door and out came another car, a sports car that ain't even out in the US yet. He said, "Well, my daughter has a car she can drive to school and everything but she's gonna need another car to drive on the weekends, right?" and I was like OH MY GOD!!!! (>.<)!!!!! That lucky bastard. Anyway, so that was the girl that I kinda liked.
Then comes the other type of rich kids, the brats / scum of the universe. It might sound a bit harsh but believe me, they deserve it. Now comes the story of the girl I can't stand the most on the show.
She's fat and not even pretty OK? Her dad just happens to be rich. So for her birthday she wants to hold a huge party and needs to invite these people so she herds everyone onto this big open field and it seems like late-autumn and everyone was really really cold. So then, men dressesd as Greek soldiers come riding on horses with scrolls and read out the names of those who were invited and guess what? Not everybody there standing out of their way in the cold was invited. Then that b*tch goes like "I can't just invite everybody to my party~ Look at them, they're nerds / geeks / freaks~". At that moment I wished I had a special ticket that allows me to jumps into the TV so I can slap her real hard until all her teeth fell off. Among those who din't get invited, a few just stare at her and roll their eyes eyes and what not so she goes "HAH~! They're just jealous. They all want to be me and now they're jealous."
HELLO!!??!?! You're fat and you're the furthest thing from pretty!!!! Now I felt like kicking her ass. Then came one stupid baffoon who goes to her and asks if he can go to her party cause he didn't get a scroll and she says "Beg me." and he probably thought it was a joke so he gets on his knees and says "can I please?" and she looks at her friends, start laughing her head off and says "NO! I don't even know you, freak!" Can you believe the nerve of that woman! I was stunned by her actions and seriously did not know up until that point that there really are rotten people out there.
Later on, she looks into the camera and says "I always get what I want." then she goes looking for her dad back at home. She tells him she wants a really big present for her birthday, preferably a car and the dad says "Honey, we aready talked about this. We agreed that if you want to have this party, you can't get a car." Now the girl tries to beg a little more, the dad refuses and she gets all angry! My god woman, you're living on his property and his money! If you don't like it, emancipate!
Can you believe that girl?!!? Ever since that episode, I stopped watching the show cause I concluded that it's just plain stupid to shorten my life-span cause when I watch stupid people like that, I get angry at their idiotic antics and start cursing hence, you know, high blood pressure, heart attack bla bla bla.
No wonder there's a saying about something like "Those with brains live longer" or something. It actually means if you use your brain to choose instead of following your whims and fancies, you'll make the right choice and get a better life but in my opinion, it should mean those who have a brain will stop making people around them so pissed off hence saving them from all those stress related health problems.
Oh, by the way, did you guys know that somebody suffers from stroke every 45 seconds and somebody dies as a result of stroke every 3 minutes in this world? So, keep calm, eat healthy and live longer. Smoking is the most important modifiable factor that causes stroke so keep away from it. Be smart! Say "TAK NAK!!"
-A friendly public message.
Monday, October 23
Confessions of An IDIOT In Denial
I've had enough of it. I can't stand it any longer. I'm sick of all these skeletons in my closet. I'm letting it all go guys.
Fine, I admit. I like Paris Hilton. SO?!?!? Slur said it's alright cause other people probably do too. I know she's dumb and everything, has bad acting skills and even worse musical talent but so what? I like her and I adore her songs. It's obvious she can't hold a tune and the songs are heavily edited and I don't give a damn. Everytime they line "I~ don't mind, spending some time~" comes on the radio I can't help myself from smiling like a moron. And now she has a new single "Nothing In This World". Yeah the vocals are barely audible and it really sucks but I still like it. And the MVs rock!! One looks like a mild porn and the other is a total high school fantasy / horror thing. It works for me.
There you have it. There's my skeleton. I'm sick of having to download her songs quietly so that nobody else will find out and I can't stand having to be discreet about liking her. Hah! I your face!!
Oh, have you guys watched Monster House? It's really good. I've joined Slur in supporting piracy I guess cause I just finished watching it last night and it's so funny and "aawww~" at the same time. Makes me feel like a little kid all over again.
Oh and I dream of marrying Keira Knightley or Mischa Barton. There, that's my other skeleton. Laugh all you want but they're hot! And I like Japo food and every little thing associated to Japan including the band called Every Little Thing. They're good.
And I'm a total coward although I know I seem rough and tough. Once while watching a horror movie at home at night all by myself, I got so scared I went to grab the assasin's sword I got from my uncle and hugged it while waiting for my parents to come home. To think I don't even believe in ghost. During that period I would jump at every single sound that came from every corner of the house. And once I tried summoning a ghost into my house using a self-made ouiji board but it didn't work. Strange cause that thing worked pretty fine when I was playing it with my friends at school.
And I love happy-ending love stories. I don't really go for conspiracy and actions or boobs and action type of movie although I watch a lot of it but I prefer the heart warming love stories or chick flicks. And I'm insulted by idiotic comedy movies like American Pie.
Not to forget.... I know I'm an idiot, everybody does but I still won't admit to it. I'm really really bad at spelling too. Now that's all my skeletons, washed and now getting air-dried.
Fine, I admit. I like Paris Hilton. SO?!?!? Slur said it's alright cause other people probably do too. I know she's dumb and everything, has bad acting skills and even worse musical talent but so what? I like her and I adore her songs. It's obvious she can't hold a tune and the songs are heavily edited and I don't give a damn. Everytime they line "I~ don't mind, spending some time~" comes on the radio I can't help myself from smiling like a moron. And now she has a new single "Nothing In This World". Yeah the vocals are barely audible and it really sucks but I still like it. And the MVs rock!! One looks like a mild porn and the other is a total high school fantasy / horror thing. It works for me.
There you have it. There's my skeleton. I'm sick of having to download her songs quietly so that nobody else will find out and I can't stand having to be discreet about liking her. Hah! I your face!!
Oh, have you guys watched Monster House? It's really good. I've joined Slur in supporting piracy I guess cause I just finished watching it last night and it's so funny and "aawww~" at the same time. Makes me feel like a little kid all over again.
Oh and I dream of marrying Keira Knightley or Mischa Barton. There, that's my other skeleton. Laugh all you want but they're hot! And I like Japo food and every little thing associated to Japan including the band called Every Little Thing. They're good.
And I'm a total coward although I know I seem rough and tough. Once while watching a horror movie at home at night all by myself, I got so scared I went to grab the assasin's sword I got from my uncle and hugged it while waiting for my parents to come home. To think I don't even believe in ghost. During that period I would jump at every single sound that came from every corner of the house. And once I tried summoning a ghost into my house using a self-made ouiji board but it didn't work. Strange cause that thing worked pretty fine when I was playing it with my friends at school.
And I love happy-ending love stories. I don't really go for conspiracy and actions or boobs and action type of movie although I watch a lot of it but I prefer the heart warming love stories or chick flicks. And I'm insulted by idiotic comedy movies like American Pie.
Not to forget.... I know I'm an idiot, everybody does but I still won't admit to it. I'm really really bad at spelling too. Now that's all my skeletons, washed and now getting air-dried.
20061023,18:27
OK, it's official. I'm fat and I'm stupid. No I'm not going into another round of miserable self-doubt, whining and messed-up "I-can-do-better" dimension again. This time I'm really serious.
I received 2 lessons today. One:
Don't Multi-task
It really stretches your attention and instead of getting a few things done in less amount of time, you mess up everything and waste forever and a day just trying to sort out the mess. You're not even solving the mess! You're just sorting it out. Like for example, playing Minesweeper while you watch a show. Seriously, I do that.
Everybody has their own addictions. Shoes, clothes, skirts. Some people get high on drugs, some on booze and those Mat Rempits on those strange blood drinks but me, I get my high from breaking my best time in Mines. I'm a total junkie. I can't sit in front at the computer without playing Mines. Some times I get so sick of playing the normal Mines that I'll play my very own modified type like going through the whole round without putting a single flag which is a lot more challenging cause it really test your memory.
Look, multi-tasking all the time has totally spoiled my attention span. I can't even finish a paragraph without getting side-tracked. That's why my bro keeps complaining bout me getting distracted every time we do something. Anyway, I watch shows while playing Mines. The show will be playing, the characters will be talking, things will be happening bla bla bla but I'll be playing Mines intermediate level on the very same screen. Can't play expert cause then the window will become too big and totally block the show although I doubt I'll notice cause my eyes hardly ever leave the Mines window to take note of what's happening in the show. In doing so, I'm forced to replay most of the show and I never break my time during those moments cause I have to try hard to listen to the conversation too.
Anyway, just now a friend of mine sent me a stupid URL and I just click on it, a window popped up and I didn't even read it and straight away clicked "OK". Why? Because I was freaking playing Mines. What happened? Now my idiotic com has got the flu. Well, at least that's what I'm calling it. I've put my anti-virus crew into action but all they seem to be doing is slow down my computer, detect the bad guy yet is totally unable to disable that *toot*. So again, do not multi-task!
And the irony of this incident is that I rarely even chat with most people. I mean I just stick to my constant list of about 10 people I'll chat with or take heed of when they message me and everybody else gets ignored 99% of the time but this time I just HAD TO *rolls eyes* go and click on that stupid blue thing. It's so frustrating. And now I can't sign into MSN.
That explains why I'm stupid. Now why am I fat? Cause I watched an Oprah show just now about how these two docs do a make over for a typical overweight 40+ American housewife. They empty out her fridge (not cause they want to but because the whole thing is filled with yummy mouth-watering food and in nutritionist language, delicious = fat), get her through all these physical exams and assign her to a strict 90-day get healthy program and 90 days later, she lost 40+ pounds. Anyway, in the show they said an average 30 year-old woman should be able to do 45 bent-knee push ups and the magnitude should decrease by 5 for every decade. If you look at it the other way, for every 10 years you get younger you have to plus 5, right? Meaning 20+ do 50 times and 10+ do 60 times. Unfortunately for me and you guys reading this, we fall under the 10+ category and quite frankly, I doubt I can do 60 push ups non-stop. Unable to fulfil what they ask means fat, right? Well, tough luck I guess.
Hei, I just realized college life has gotten pretty boring these days. I mean it's just plain sad now cause a lot of A-level students are going to graduate and we have our AS exams (which is always painful and sad). We really need to spice up our lives a bit more, add some zest back into the days. Easy said, hard done.
I received 2 lessons today. One:
Don't Multi-task
It really stretches your attention and instead of getting a few things done in less amount of time, you mess up everything and waste forever and a day just trying to sort out the mess. You're not even solving the mess! You're just sorting it out. Like for example, playing Minesweeper while you watch a show. Seriously, I do that.
Everybody has their own addictions. Shoes, clothes, skirts. Some people get high on drugs, some on booze and those Mat Rempits on those strange blood drinks but me, I get my high from breaking my best time in Mines. I'm a total junkie. I can't sit in front at the computer without playing Mines. Some times I get so sick of playing the normal Mines that I'll play my very own modified type like going through the whole round without putting a single flag which is a lot more challenging cause it really test your memory.
Look, multi-tasking all the time has totally spoiled my attention span. I can't even finish a paragraph without getting side-tracked. That's why my bro keeps complaining bout me getting distracted every time we do something. Anyway, I watch shows while playing Mines. The show will be playing, the characters will be talking, things will be happening bla bla bla but I'll be playing Mines intermediate level on the very same screen. Can't play expert cause then the window will become too big and totally block the show although I doubt I'll notice cause my eyes hardly ever leave the Mines window to take note of what's happening in the show. In doing so, I'm forced to replay most of the show and I never break my time during those moments cause I have to try hard to listen to the conversation too.
Anyway, just now a friend of mine sent me a stupid URL and I just click on it, a window popped up and I didn't even read it and straight away clicked "OK". Why? Because I was freaking playing Mines. What happened? Now my idiotic com has got the flu. Well, at least that's what I'm calling it. I've put my anti-virus crew into action but all they seem to be doing is slow down my computer, detect the bad guy yet is totally unable to disable that *toot*. So again, do not multi-task!
And the irony of this incident is that I rarely even chat with most people. I mean I just stick to my constant list of about 10 people I'll chat with or take heed of when they message me and everybody else gets ignored 99% of the time but this time I just HAD TO *rolls eyes* go and click on that stupid blue thing. It's so frustrating. And now I can't sign into MSN.
That explains why I'm stupid. Now why am I fat? Cause I watched an Oprah show just now about how these two docs do a make over for a typical overweight 40+ American housewife. They empty out her fridge (not cause they want to but because the whole thing is filled with yummy mouth-watering food and in nutritionist language, delicious = fat), get her through all these physical exams and assign her to a strict 90-day get healthy program and 90 days later, she lost 40+ pounds. Anyway, in the show they said an average 30 year-old woman should be able to do 45 bent-knee push ups and the magnitude should decrease by 5 for every decade. If you look at it the other way, for every 10 years you get younger you have to plus 5, right? Meaning 20+ do 50 times and 10+ do 60 times. Unfortunately for me and you guys reading this, we fall under the 10+ category and quite frankly, I doubt I can do 60 push ups non-stop. Unable to fulfil what they ask means fat, right? Well, tough luck I guess.
Hei, I just realized college life has gotten pretty boring these days. I mean it's just plain sad now cause a lot of A-level students are going to graduate and we have our AS exams (which is always painful and sad). We really need to spice up our lives a bit more, add some zest back into the days. Easy said, hard done.
Tuesday, October 10
Big Ba-da-boom!
Have you guys heard bout the nuke that North Korea tested on some mountain-ey region? While the US was busy making sure they dispose of the nuclear threat from Iran, seems like North Korea snuck out the back door and made it a reality.
Anyway, that doesn't really matter. I mean, well yeah some lunatic tyranical idiot a.k.a. Kim Jyung-woo or something like that has some nukes up his sleeve, so what?
I was already guessing this world would get into a state of chaos and havoc with war breaking through the borders of Iraq and endangering us all in a few years (or if we're lucky, a few decades) time anyway, I doubt this beer-bellied baldie can make much of a difference. Yeah yeah, I know that with this, the possibility of a full-scale war breaking lose in East Asia seems more prominent and well, a lot faster but one way or another, it would have happened.
OK, even if it's not a war, there'll be some other "minor" issue to steal away the safety of our society anyway.
My guess is, pretty soon the security in countries like USA and UK will get so high that the terrorist will be hard-pressed for a target and they'll just have to find some other country to terrorize, regardless of whether their "great minds" can think of any reason to do so. Just look at Bali, look at the southern region of Thailand. Seems like everywhere those extremists are finding something to kill over. And how many times have a terrorist suspect been proven to have originated from Malaysia? But never mind that, from the looks of things, we might be blown to bits because somebody smart took office in those big-shot countries and they FINALLY realized that North Korea is a freaking terorist country and it's international policy that you do not negotiate with terrorists so they stop complying to North Korea's request and those Northies throw a bomb on some small country to show that they mean business.
My only wish is that our death will have served a purpose and prompted those big-shots to declare war on NK as a united front and not just USA struggling on its own.
Anyway, that isn't the actual reason I started this post. I just came up from watching BBC and they were showing reports on how the southern counterpart of the nukies feels and I couldn't help laughing at their stupidity.
Lionel Richie sang a song named "I Call It Love", I'm singing one named "I Call It Karma".
I know most of them don't deserve to be in this situation but when you're stupid, your life gets shorter. It's a rule of nature.
What am I talking about?
Well, not so long ago, maybe a year or so, some president (I'm guessing Bush) said some mean but very true things about NK and tried very hard to force NK out of some very dangerous program (I'm guessing some uranium enrichment thing) and he got some bad rep for it. Those Southies said they were offended by how that big-shot country was threating their BROTHERS and that they should just mind their own mofo business and a lot of crap like that. They even went on to destroy the war monuments that were erected in memory of how USA helped them through the Korean war and said it's offensive just to see that the war veterans were actually thankful of those *toots*.
Now their BROTHERS get a nuke and surprise surprise, the sibblings aren't going to congratulate each other. Before this when the Southies were sure that if something happened, USA will definitely be in time to save them, they seemed pretty cocky but look at them now. They know if NK launches a nuke at them nobody will be able to cover for them and there's a deep unrest growing. They aren't really terrified out of their daily lives but the interviewed commoners said they disagreed with what NK was doing (no longer calling them brothers, eh?) and they realize the immediate threat their lives were under and that somebody should do something before things get out of hand.
It's like playing with fire, you just keep on throwing things inside to make it bigger and bigger yet never thought of the fact that it might actually come in contact with something that isn't supposed to burn and it'll all be over.
Next time you decide to stand behind somebody, make sure it's someone trustworthy or at least someone who wouldn't stab you in the back regardless of how Satanic they are.
Anyway, that doesn't really matter. I mean, well yeah some lunatic tyranical idiot a.k.a. Kim Jyung-woo or something like that has some nukes up his sleeve, so what?
I was already guessing this world would get into a state of chaos and havoc with war breaking through the borders of Iraq and endangering us all in a few years (or if we're lucky, a few decades) time anyway, I doubt this beer-bellied baldie can make much of a difference. Yeah yeah, I know that with this, the possibility of a full-scale war breaking lose in East Asia seems more prominent and well, a lot faster but one way or another, it would have happened.
OK, even if it's not a war, there'll be some other "minor" issue to steal away the safety of our society anyway.
My guess is, pretty soon the security in countries like USA and UK will get so high that the terrorist will be hard-pressed for a target and they'll just have to find some other country to terrorize, regardless of whether their "great minds" can think of any reason to do so. Just look at Bali, look at the southern region of Thailand. Seems like everywhere those extremists are finding something to kill over. And how many times have a terrorist suspect been proven to have originated from Malaysia? But never mind that, from the looks of things, we might be blown to bits because somebody smart took office in those big-shot countries and they FINALLY realized that North Korea is a freaking terorist country and it's international policy that you do not negotiate with terrorists so they stop complying to North Korea's request and those Northies throw a bomb on some small country to show that they mean business.
My only wish is that our death will have served a purpose and prompted those big-shots to declare war on NK as a united front and not just USA struggling on its own.
Anyway, that isn't the actual reason I started this post. I just came up from watching BBC and they were showing reports on how the southern counterpart of the nukies feels and I couldn't help laughing at their stupidity.
Lionel Richie sang a song named "I Call It Love", I'm singing one named "I Call It Karma".
I know most of them don't deserve to be in this situation but when you're stupid, your life gets shorter. It's a rule of nature.
What am I talking about?
Well, not so long ago, maybe a year or so, some president (I'm guessing Bush) said some mean but very true things about NK and tried very hard to force NK out of some very dangerous program (I'm guessing some uranium enrichment thing) and he got some bad rep for it. Those Southies said they were offended by how that big-shot country was threating their BROTHERS and that they should just mind their own mofo business and a lot of crap like that. They even went on to destroy the war monuments that were erected in memory of how USA helped them through the Korean war and said it's offensive just to see that the war veterans were actually thankful of those *toots*.
Now their BROTHERS get a nuke and surprise surprise, the sibblings aren't going to congratulate each other. Before this when the Southies were sure that if something happened, USA will definitely be in time to save them, they seemed pretty cocky but look at them now. They know if NK launches a nuke at them nobody will be able to cover for them and there's a deep unrest growing. They aren't really terrified out of their daily lives but the interviewed commoners said they disagreed with what NK was doing (no longer calling them brothers, eh?) and they realize the immediate threat their lives were under and that somebody should do something before things get out of hand.
It's like playing with fire, you just keep on throwing things inside to make it bigger and bigger yet never thought of the fact that it might actually come in contact with something that isn't supposed to burn and it'll all be over.
Next time you decide to stand behind somebody, make sure it's someone trustworthy or at least someone who wouldn't stab you in the back regardless of how Satanic they are.
Saturday, October 7
What Meets The Eye
I've noticed lately that people are never what they seem to be. It's like behind every smile there's a scar, behind every tear there's a hidden agenda. Behind every "hello", there's a "goodbye" waiting just around the corner.
Some people put up a false pretense, feigning who they really are as if afraid that their true personality might somehow ignite the wrath of their companions. This type of people is pretty abundant I guess. They can be found in every soul and every body. Even within you and I.
None of us have perfect lives and few are able to acknowledge and accept this fact. In our minds, there is always something we want to hide. Some thing we need to hide.
Maybe it's a wad of bill you took from a stranger's desk. Maybe it's that one time during your teenage years when you were working part-time in some fast food restaurant and you had the misfortune of stumbling upon a horrible customer so you decided to get revenge by spitting in his food. Maybe it's the test you cheated, the results you faked or the little white lie you told your parents concerning your academics. Maybe it's that deep resentment towards your siblings that plagues you. Or maybe it's the time you stabbed a colleague in the back to earn yourself a promotion. In some extreme cases, maybe it was a crime of passion that happened in the spur of the moment.
Most of the things we keep in the closet aren't even big issues. In most cases, they were just blown out of proportion by our own fears and insecurities. But some times, we keep those issues in the closet just for the sake of having something in it. What good would a closet be if it were empty?
It feels rather gloomy doesn't it? If your life were to be like an open book, every aspect of it open to public viewing, every speck of dust displayed to every soul who might be interested. What happens to your sense of privacy then? What happens when everyone thinks they know exactly who you are and start to form expectations of what you might do? By expectations I don't mean something huge like discovering the cure to cancer. Maybe it might be something as simple as knowing you would order a cup of iced coffee at the cafe every morning. But still, people start seeing and reading you like a book in the library and suddenly, you lost yourself.
You stop seeing yourself as who you really are but instead, your life starts to revolve the way others dictate it too. Don't get me wrong, by no means am I saying that you become a doormat. But when you no longer have something about yourself that you can keep a secret, it just seems that the process of losing who you are supposed to be seems awfully possible and probable.
And then there are those who are trying with all their might to escape being stereotyped by others. They aren't punks or goths, just average people who are trying to remain who or what they are. Some would just refuse to share some parts of their lives with others and beg for their understanding.
But not everybody is that strong. Under dire circumstances, the weaker ones chose to cut the Gordion's knot. Unable to reject people everytime they delve deeper into their private affairs, they chose to live a life void of any secrets or private matters at all. Or that's what the people around them are told. A smile to disguise last night's heart break. A grin to shadow the expression of disgust. A nod in agreement when they're voice fails to convey their opposition.
From dawn to dusk, they plaster a mask of happiness to deflect the weary fingers of strangers waiting for another dose of gossip. Let's face it, not many of us are interested in happy people, are we? The plight of a man who has lost everything and is currently just straining to live on is always more attractive then that of a happy and contempt man who is about to stumble upon a breakthrough in science. At least to the common people.
So they fake their happiness, they fake their smiles, they fake their laughter until one day, they themselves are no longer able to differentiate what's real and what's not. It feels like every time they laughed, their heart will ache. It hurts just to be happy even when something good happens. Nothing seems to be enough yet at the same time, everything no longer matters. All they want is for somebody to understand that they are not all cheery and roses after all. But how can that happen when everybody thinks this is just another girl without any agendas in life?
Others fake their personality to run away. Maybe that girl who's always running her mouth and who always talks without thinking isn't the gossip queen you always thought she is. Maybe she's just putting up this fort so people will stop bothering her with their personal problems. Think about it, who would reveal their deepest, darkest secrets to the news reporter of the class? Well, maybe she really is a gossip queen. Who knows? I don't, do you? Why don't you just think about it. Have what she said ever hurt anybody's reputation or harmed anybody's image before? And what kind of prejudice is it, for me to assume that a gossip queen must be a "she"?
Maybe that boy who's always crapping and who always have some witty, sarcastic remark to throw at others isn't that jerk we all think of him as. Maybe he isn't as dumb as his results show him to be. Have any of us ever seen what's underneath his skin? What if we found that in truth, he's just another sensitive teenager who isn't able to articulate his heart, will we accept him as he is then?
And so we hide. And so we put on a mask. And so we run away, running away from the truth, running away from the pain, running away from responsibility.
We continue our lives, unaware of our friends and companions suffering in silence beside us. Occasionally, an innocent child might wonder why that stranger looks so worn out, but nobody stops long enough to realize the agonizing pain that's killing them from within.
Some people put up a false pretense, feigning who they really are as if afraid that their true personality might somehow ignite the wrath of their companions. This type of people is pretty abundant I guess. They can be found in every soul and every body. Even within you and I.
None of us have perfect lives and few are able to acknowledge and accept this fact. In our minds, there is always something we want to hide. Some thing we need to hide.
Maybe it's a wad of bill you took from a stranger's desk. Maybe it's that one time during your teenage years when you were working part-time in some fast food restaurant and you had the misfortune of stumbling upon a horrible customer so you decided to get revenge by spitting in his food. Maybe it's the test you cheated, the results you faked or the little white lie you told your parents concerning your academics. Maybe it's that deep resentment towards your siblings that plagues you. Or maybe it's the time you stabbed a colleague in the back to earn yourself a promotion. In some extreme cases, maybe it was a crime of passion that happened in the spur of the moment.
Most of the things we keep in the closet aren't even big issues. In most cases, they were just blown out of proportion by our own fears and insecurities. But some times, we keep those issues in the closet just for the sake of having something in it. What good would a closet be if it were empty?
It feels rather gloomy doesn't it? If your life were to be like an open book, every aspect of it open to public viewing, every speck of dust displayed to every soul who might be interested. What happens to your sense of privacy then? What happens when everyone thinks they know exactly who you are and start to form expectations of what you might do? By expectations I don't mean something huge like discovering the cure to cancer. Maybe it might be something as simple as knowing you would order a cup of iced coffee at the cafe every morning. But still, people start seeing and reading you like a book in the library and suddenly, you lost yourself.
You stop seeing yourself as who you really are but instead, your life starts to revolve the way others dictate it too. Don't get me wrong, by no means am I saying that you become a doormat. But when you no longer have something about yourself that you can keep a secret, it just seems that the process of losing who you are supposed to be seems awfully possible and probable.
And then there are those who are trying with all their might to escape being stereotyped by others. They aren't punks or goths, just average people who are trying to remain who or what they are. Some would just refuse to share some parts of their lives with others and beg for their understanding.
But not everybody is that strong. Under dire circumstances, the weaker ones chose to cut the Gordion's knot. Unable to reject people everytime they delve deeper into their private affairs, they chose to live a life void of any secrets or private matters at all. Or that's what the people around them are told. A smile to disguise last night's heart break. A grin to shadow the expression of disgust. A nod in agreement when they're voice fails to convey their opposition.
From dawn to dusk, they plaster a mask of happiness to deflect the weary fingers of strangers waiting for another dose of gossip. Let's face it, not many of us are interested in happy people, are we? The plight of a man who has lost everything and is currently just straining to live on is always more attractive then that of a happy and contempt man who is about to stumble upon a breakthrough in science. At least to the common people.
So they fake their happiness, they fake their smiles, they fake their laughter until one day, they themselves are no longer able to differentiate what's real and what's not. It feels like every time they laughed, their heart will ache. It hurts just to be happy even when something good happens. Nothing seems to be enough yet at the same time, everything no longer matters. All they want is for somebody to understand that they are not all cheery and roses after all. But how can that happen when everybody thinks this is just another girl without any agendas in life?
Others fake their personality to run away. Maybe that girl who's always running her mouth and who always talks without thinking isn't the gossip queen you always thought she is. Maybe she's just putting up this fort so people will stop bothering her with their personal problems. Think about it, who would reveal their deepest, darkest secrets to the news reporter of the class? Well, maybe she really is a gossip queen. Who knows? I don't, do you? Why don't you just think about it. Have what she said ever hurt anybody's reputation or harmed anybody's image before? And what kind of prejudice is it, for me to assume that a gossip queen must be a "she"?
Maybe that boy who's always crapping and who always have some witty, sarcastic remark to throw at others isn't that jerk we all think of him as. Maybe he isn't as dumb as his results show him to be. Have any of us ever seen what's underneath his skin? What if we found that in truth, he's just another sensitive teenager who isn't able to articulate his heart, will we accept him as he is then?
And so we hide. And so we put on a mask. And so we run away, running away from the truth, running away from the pain, running away from responsibility.
We continue our lives, unaware of our friends and companions suffering in silence beside us. Occasionally, an innocent child might wonder why that stranger looks so worn out, but nobody stops long enough to realize the agonizing pain that's killing them from within.
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