No Countdown plan

Now this feeling sucks.
I won't countdown in front of a tv screen.

If i had to kill myself, i'll never do it . Only aunties and grandpas and pets countdown at home.

Cold Turkey

It's like those shows on tv that portray poor people suffering in hospitals on Christmas, it is kinda like how i spent my Christmas.

Yeah i got Mumps.
HOHOHO to that.

As I was about to...

...blog something constructive today, a girl arched her back slightly, revealing a bit of her panties while sitting a row in front of me.

OKAY it's pink with green stripes. It's like those extra large panties that you get 3 pairs for RM10.

Initially I was going to blog about an incident where a girl fell right in front of me, hurting her right foot. I was in the proximity to reach out to grab her as she stumble right at my feet.
I just wouldn't reach out, since society always has it to be defensive-not reaching out to people in need.
OKAY she's hot, that's why. Imagine if I actually did something than just a mere sentence:
"Are you okay?" *looking sympathically*.
I guess it was the moment when she turned at looked at me with those soft dark eyes that I withdrew from initiating anything. Even her friends are hot. And they spoke English, which is a rare commodity these days.

Is life a result of our lack of initiative or our cowardice?

Paktoh

Pak-toh
n.
1. The act of making out.
2. A way to get your blood properly circulated.
3. For things to turn out lucky.
[Syn: the 3 S => snuggle, squeeze and stroke, petting]
The fourth S is Sex, that's what you'll get if you complete the 3S.( Did i mentioned lucky?)
Also known as the 3 F=> flirt, fondle and fool around. Of course by now you know what's the fourth F.
That's another topic entirely :-) .

Example of use:
A: Where you go just now?
B: Go pak-toh lah. (usually sound good with the suffix -lah , chinese words marr.)


Say, where are the parks in Melaka?
That's the one thing i hate about Melaka- there's no freaking parks!

After a fine dinner and good movie, couples decides to go off for some paktoh-ing.
Where?
a) Beach- Dirty and smelly. The only clean ones you'll find is where you get mugged, raped and killed cos' no one goes there, except for cracks, rapists and hippies.
b) Bukit Sebukor(near Jusco) artificial water fall? - Do you sincerely expect fun-loving Malaccan dwellers to make out in front of a fake fountain?

I really hope the thing that they are constructing in front of MBMB is a public place to paktoh.

No wonder people look so forlorn all the time.
Go paktoh lah!

A Mathematical IQ Question

(x-a) (x-b) (x-c) (x-d)= ?

Violet is the next Pink

Violet is the next Pink!

Years ago, when the fashion statement was Black, virtually no one wore pink.
Then the pink stormed the market, like some Japanese la-la violent ah lian. And pink was glorified at the throne. Even men opted for pink, I'm not saying that they look gay ; they actually look good in it.

Currently you won't see many individuals wearing violet.
I'm just speculating here. It might be the next big thing. Maybe the cut should feature this.

I'm really looking forward seeing the streets filled with people wearing Violet.
If someone made a brand of clothing and accessories all Violet it would be a hit.

Who are you today?

Maybe something more constructive this time.
I've been so out of touch these days(for the past few months),I didn't feel like blogging, felt unmotivated, too preoccupied, petty disputes and many more that I don't see the sense in explaining.

There are times when I don't seem to know who I am, trying on identities like clothes. Maybe it's just postmodernism in a dress. Most people these days are just a product of their language and their culture. At times its hard being yourself. That is easy to believe if you never belonged or felt belong in a stable family or community.

In the past I'm a victim of my choice, but now I follow my principles.

I've found myself ( and a fixed identity) in this world and I hope that everyone out there finds that balance point in life between work, relationships and friends(family).

"How far has the apple fall from the tree?"
It literally mean, how far have we strayed from our principles of life.

Online post-it #1

Stan, please remember this day- 12th October 2005.
It's a very special day.

I hate my current room!

I'm moving out soon

Reasons:
- The bitch landlady barges in my room when I'm sleeping.
-No streamyx.
- The electricity trips over 200 times since i moved in.
( Avg. electrical trips per day : 4.5)
-small like a cell.
-Toilet.
-Dirty( no matter how much i clean, it's stil dirty )
-Very far from campus.
-Roomate.
-far away from friends, eateries and etc.
-and the list goes on.


What's holding me back:
-Feels responsible for roomate.

I don't really care about ethics. Screw him. I'm moving out.

Memoir

This picture was taken during CNY. I just got it from Deb a few days ago.
Isn't she pretty? *winks*
Miss you loads mate' .

I think I'm coming back during my holidays despite the event plannings (Outdoor Fest and Tryst Prom).
Initially I didn't want to go back, but i think i'll die from loneliness in Malacca.
Besides i can go back and visit CK, which is primarily the reason i go back everytime.
Maybe sentimental reasons. Oh and my new room is horrible despite the air-conditioning.
My holidays goes on until November so i have plenty of time to work on the events. I also wanted to date this girl (in Melaka) during my holidays, but heck people like CK and friends comes first. I can get her later. Grr.

Delay the Misery

People just use you. When they need you, they come shameless to your doorstep
Only to leech onto you blatantly. There's a season for this pricks-final exams week.

The song Placebo-A Friend in Need comes to mind.
"A friend in need's a friend indeed, a friend who bleeds is better."

Selfish bastards. Taking it all in, i bet they are even bad in bed since they are selfish bastards-absorbing in every pleasure there is.

Wake me up when September ends

I kinda relate to this song:
Wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

Like my father's come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends

Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars

Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are

As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost

Wake me up when Septmber ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last

Wake me up when Septmber ends

Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began

Wake me up when septmber ends

Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars

Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are

As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when septmber ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when Septmber ends

Like my father's come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast

Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends

Anyway,
Imagine this: I gave a prom its' name and it uses my blog theme.

I miss feeling close to God

My academic advisor asked me to get a girlfriend

It's been a long time since i last blogged. Thank you all for supporting my blog.

Reasons why i don't blog that often:

• I don't have internet connection.
• I just moved.
• Exams.
• Some setbacks.

Anyway, few weeks ago i visited my FET academic advisor. This consultantion turned into something i didn't expect. I was expecting something like : "Urggh, do well, study hard, don't play play."

But instead he said, " Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No. Why?"
"I think it's good to have one. Couples can motivate each other in studies".
" Preferably an engineering girlfriend." he continued.

These days even qualified professionals recommends dating.
So much for my preferences.

Night Safari

If you look carefully there are 4 chicks in the picture.



Night Safari(NS) in Malacca Zoo.

Favorite animal in NS : Marmoset
Favorite moment in NS : My group had all the beauties.

ClimaX-O- ® Inc.

What if I could manuefacture and sell orgasms in bottles.
Everyone will be happy. No more smokers and drug addicts, no more ailing illnesses and epidemics.

An utopic world where no one break-out into hives from AIDS or other crippling diseases.
In a world where you'll see gay people at bus stops getting high sniffing my industrialised bottled O's, rather than smoking, committing rape, watch porn or getting involved in mediocrities but instead indulged on a bottle of Climax-Os and feel happy.

A contribution to the community, with ClimaX-O- China won't hit their 5th billion mark, a solution to birth control.
Everyone is mentally aroused and happy, women will love my products cos' women could have longer effects on them than the average male. ClimaX-O- contains 100% pure hysterical paroxysm also known as orgasm. The consumer of each product will experience an overwhelming sense of bliss and mind orgasmic hysterical paraxysm. Unless some drug addict decides to add more chemicals into my bottled O and it becomes illegal.

One day even Bill Gates will roll his eyes, and wonder why did my sales would hit bigger than his software industry. Steve Forbes and Donald Trump would eventually lick between my toes for another bottle of the essence of hysterical paraxysm.

In the global market, my products is sold to people aged 18 and above,
everyone is eager to grow up-maturely and not growing up puffing off cancer sticks
An industry where people have to keep buying my products to retain their privillages
Everyone would have to keep up his sales or he'll go back to the normal customer privillages



Everyone is a consumer to my product. Even priests and nuns who practice abstinence.
I'll abolish the cigarette and tobacco industry and introduce the weight slimming ClimaX-O
( new product range).
It induces slimming by stimulating your body and your body begins to go into a heated state like in an exercise routine,
just like sex-heated and sexy. When you start to hit your big O, you'll feel it.
You body start secreting those feel good hormones.

Isn't an orgasm a feeling only?
It ain't a feeling, it's an industrialized sensation.
No one will take slimming pills again and suffer from it's devastating side effects.

I'll craft a exotic special edition bottled O, where everyone would bid for that 100 million US dollars
I might even sell it on e-bay designed in finely crafted crystal bottles,
like champagne bottles with baccarat and gold inlay.
Then my buyer would be Mr. Donald Trump again which licked my toes previously.
Eventually i'll own all his assets and become the big boss of New York City.

I'll run the Climax-O Commission Internationale(CCI).
No kids below 18 can take Climax-Os
if there was a pimply kid consuming my product, the CCI will oppose a fine and a juvenile jail sentence and i'll collect their $$$

In conjunction to that, i'll build restrooms for mechanical sex, the one stop center like 7-11.
It will be better than any petrol kiosk or 24 hours express store.
Francais operators will purchase my francais and open it globally encouraging more mechanical sex and discouraging public obscenities.

Hence on Climax-O- restrooms will be known as Res-O-Room(ROR or ROaR).
It will be a world wide concept, just like washrooms. Every building will have it and it becomes a neccesity.
Since conservative people is not likely to take Bottled Os in public, where they seek private pleasures,
they'll take it here.

At these facilities i'll install output outlets, so you...if a male needs to, you know...
I'll also be promoting a built-in sperm banks at these outlets through installation of well-lubricated vents in walls.
Just like those toilet bowls attached to walls. Labelling and screenings will be done at an instant.
I'm selling the 'O's there as well, in vending machines.
For every company n building tht wants to open it, i shall charge royalty fees.

Then they have abbr. for it--> ROR.

I'm enriching the english language!

For the next generation, people would use terms like.

" I went to ROR and purchased an O." (literature)




I can't wait to get started. No more fakes.

OMEGA

From my observation, MMU has never establish an organisation to handle:

Eclatant Awards
Alpha Nite (Prom)
Outdoor Fest
Convo Carnival
Converse
Affiliation Program

These are events in MMU, that organizers take up and hold recruitment drives to recruit committees for these events which they delegated to perform for each division and tasks.
After an event is accomplished the committee dissolves. It will go to waste if dedicated committees and human resource just went off this way.

During orientation week in MMU, freshmen filled in a survey form of they particulars with a post note stating : "Are you interested in becoming the committee of Convo Carnival 05/06" - YES/NO?
The issue is obvious, there's no permanent student body to handle such events. If the problem continues, one day a student in MMU will say :" How come there's no prom for alphas this year?"

A suggestion:
Establish Organizational Management Executives Assembly(let's call it OMEGA), a student board to manage and organise events in MMU.
A good way to make this achievable is to gather all the past organisers and form a student board. It's also a way to strife for integration in MMU.

What's happening today in MMU:
CLS organises events for the chinese race.
UPG organises events for the malay race.
ICS organises events for the indian race.
ISS organises events for the internationals.

OMEGA organises integrated events for everyone.

There's no Berlin wall here, but let's pull it down!

Templated Introduction

The naked truth is out: These days i've been cutting and pasting a lot of e-mails and messages.

People has been asking me the same things.
About my details, my age, hometown, the introductory matters. I'm tired of explaining.

I prefer it simple, no questions. We are who we reflect to the world. I am still the same me, i still hold strong to my principles and beliefs-simple and full of depth.
I still have the same reference experiences that sculpted who am i today.

If i had the chance, i'll tape my introduction and have it played when an introduction is indeed.
All i have to do is switch sides from side A to side B and look at my watch while shaking my head of the tediosity.

I'm still the life philosopher, searching and exploring new depths.
I'm still the individualist, for being myself amidst the circumtances.
I'm still the lover, the love of life that is.

1.People ask : " Do you have a girlfriend? "
I ask: " How far has the apple fall from the tree? "

*Note:
-an "Apple" (individual) that hasn't fall too far from the
Tree (origin).
-"hasn't fall too far" means a person that hold strong to his/her believes and stand firm on their principles of life.

2.People ask: " Where are you now? I want to meet you."
I ask: " What's the most significant thing you did in life? "

I don't have to make an impression when i'm telling my life's tale. It is who i am.
I'm no superhero that hunt down villains in dark alleys and bring justice to the community.
I never participanted in orgies and bubble parties.
I don't own a record company and studio.

But i'll tell you this, I have wonderful and the best of friends, people that made me who i am today.
I'm loved even though i don't have a girlfriend.
I strive for possibilities and live life with a purpose.
I have a dream; a simple idea.
"A man's mind stretch to a new idea never goes back to its original dimension."

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Read also :
In my own words

The Entrepreneur

For the upcoming Student Representative Council (SRC) elections in MMU, the proposal of creating an online public profiling is going to be implimented. This is inline with the objective of informing and abolishing knowledge deficiency among the MMU populace.
After all the SRC is a body that established with a mission to represent all the students in MMU inline with its name itself. A student body, for the students, elected by the students through an official election.

With this, the portal will serve as an avenue to inform students and help publicitize the candidates. From a neutral standpoint, a student of MMU will be up to date with information of the capabilities and leadership potentials of each candidate through the portal.

The online public profiling will inform the students of MMU of the candidates running for the SRC 2005/2006. It will be hosted through an online portal where it will be publically viewed.

The online public profiling will contain the following:
1. A large print of the candidate's picture
2. Name
3. Faculty
4. Motto
5. Achievement/ Contribution to MMU
6 Expectation of the candidate

Here's a sampel:

Ooi Mei Ying

Faculty of Business and Law

Catalyzing Students' Excellence

Eg: SRC Secretary, 2004/2005, etc.

[Slot #-Expectation of candidate]

[Slot #-Expectation of candidate]

The significance of online public profiling:
1. Reduce ignorance in MMU
2. Entrepreneurship
3. Informative

Note: Previously candidates would spend around RM300 for campaigns and publicity. Paper posters and flyers are hung and given around campus.
The online public profiling is like a online advertisment reaching out to its viewers. As an online service and for the accountable resource used, we charge a reasonable fare.
(RM300 vs. RM X) = Fair enough.


Let's impliment some changes in MMU!

The Largest MMU Outdoor Event- in progress

I'm thinking of organising an event in MMU. In collaboration with Youth Development Club(YDC) and a few organizers- we're thinking of making the largest outdoor event in MMU.
The idea itself is shared by many with the aim to abolish the racial integration problem that is present in MMU. I'll like to thank Yeow Sin-Lin and Ruzilan in advance.

We're constructing a vertical rock climbing wall , and build race tracks for radio-controlled cars from a car parking lot, and have break dance battles and we might even have Sound Warfare where participants compete by blasting woofers and amps.
The event doesn't need publicity and every race will be drawn to it, the fun theme with the aim the harness integration, people drawn together with a sole purpose-to have fun.

At the 1st half of trimester 1, we build the wall, then everyone will watch us, and anticipate it. They'll say
A: " Wow..what's going on? "
B: " I think it's a rock climbing wall for us to climb"
A: "Awesome..."

The integration part is suppose to hide behind the catchy-flashy fun name.
It's like jumping out from behind and say " Aaaah hah! You're integrated!"

I haven't thought of the name of the event though, any ideas?

Meet the Blogders

Interesting to say that i've met a fellow blogder. A blogder that wasn't a part of my circle of friends.
It was a day in March when i clicked 'Next Blog>>' at the top right of my blog.

I was simply browsing and i came across an entry that i could relate to. She wrote about 'This is one of those days'. The following days she wrote about 'It's good to know i'm different'.
When you read someone's blog you'll find yourself relating to their writings, if it didn't relate to you , you'll probably won't be reading their entries in the first place.

What caught my attention was posted pictures of MMU, Emerald Park and Melaka. Back then i thought, " Alright, so this blogder is enrolling for the next intake to MMU." "Never met a blogder like that before, let's see what's next."

2 weeks ago, during a yamcha session, i said to W.C. Tan , " I'll meet some blogder soon that i've never met before, i'm certain she'll join SPB as a neXus writer."

To my surprise, she emailed thespb@yahoo.com about her experience of orientation.
W.C. Tan notify me of the email and asked me to read it. Her writing showed a lot of potential despite sentence structuring like "The orientation night was superb, oh and the orientation food was horrible" in the same sentence.

W.C. Tan said something like, "Hmmm..." when I asked his opinion on her article. Which was like a person browsing through a menu in a restaurant, but was unable to come up with a decision on the order, while the waiter is waiting to take his order and he had to make a sound "Hmmm..." to indicate that he is still breathing, something like when you ask someone a question that the other can't answer, and buy time by saying "Hmmm..." to appear more insightful and not project an image that you are fidgety and stalling from another's awe-ful presence. Anyway.

Today, on a fine day in June we've met.
---> <---
Tadaa~!

Ass.u.me.

Stop assuming. Assume is making an Ass out of you(U) and me. Ass.u.me.

I'm really busy these days. I'm busy with academic, loan and club matters.
Being a Vice President of a club and the Human Resource and Public Relations of an organization is busy.
I know it's an understatement, well i'm contesting for the 'Understatement of the Year 2005' with the verse: "I'm really busy."
Last year's winner of 'Understatement of the Year 2004' was a convict, when interrogated and asked of details by police, he simply said: " I didn't do it."

Well don't assume that i don't have time for you. I'm off.

Different Perceptions

These days i've been interacting and coming forth with ideas.
Some may have alternate opinions from others.
I accept another person's views on an issue and refute it when it's inappropriate.

When you join your index finger and your thumb together and form a symbol by raising 3 fingers up as show in the picture below.

It means different things.

In the U.S.A it means "I'm OK."
In Japan it means " I want my change in coins or money."
In France it means "Three(3)"
In Europe it means "Zero(0)"
In Mediterranean countries it's a offensive symbol( relating to the rooster).

My point is that not everyone agrees with you and you'll just have to effectively convey your views to others in a professional and persuasive way.

The O.C.

For the past 2 weeks i've been preparing for the Orientation Committee(O.C.) Camp and The Orientation Week. Here you see me as the mobilization OC of Green 4.

Group Green 4 and me during a sharing session.


Green 4's representative Aaron Kong during a game, with me looking on from the crowd.

Our group cheer goes like this:

We are all the Green best
aaha aaha
Mighty mighty Green best aaha
We got the way~~~ We got the way~~~

Everybody say!

We are all the Green best
aaha aaha
Mighty mighty Green best aaha
We got the way~~~ We got the way~~~

Go Green 4!

Green 4!




Orientation Nite and Sports Carnival.

These days have been really awarding for me to see my group steadily progressing enthusiastically during orientation week. I really enjoyed this time as much as my group did. Green 4 is the best!

For more pictures visit http://nexus.mmu.edu.my

People can be such idiots sometimes

People actually display their IC photograph as their display picture. LOLS!
It's like coming out of a time capsule and ask :" What year is it? "

Boob Culture

Today i'm going to be culturing a new savoir-faire, the right totality of socially transmitted behavior patterns.
As a denizen of a modern civilisation, the predominating attitudes of slapping one's ass and the behavior of sexual arousal through hinting a partner through act acts of fondling of one's arse should be stop.

No one finds that sexual arousing anymore.

*Introducing The Boob Culture*


It's no more the 70's where everyone owns a pair of jeans and oogle at one's @$$ anymore.
No one checks out your rears no matter what Levis' tight bottom fit you're wearing.
Everyone checks out the boobs now!

The new culture is sweeping through this era. Boob Culture Rules!
Advice: Get a new pink top.

Save the Last Dance

Today i got news from Allison that we have a new dance contract.
We're going to dance BoA-Spark.
The contract came from our previous client. Apparently they were very impressed with our performance last time.
We brought down to house that night. I never seen so many well-amused, cheering lunatics in the crowd. They were like hyperactive kids jumping around like they've never seen something like it before. For one thing they were high school kids. Just extraterrestrials that never saw dancing. Or maybe we were performing a rock concert?

Anyway, when i started this blog a part of me wanted to guide people on dancing and teaching dance steps.I even thought of graphically draw each dance step out. Never did happen. Too technical i guess.

The bad news is that our sensei, Jeannette wants to stop dancing for public performances.
So this will be the last dance.
If the worse happens, i'll move on and establish my own dance team. Since i coached a dance team before, i'll be scouting for talents from the freshmen that enrolls into MMU this coming intake. Maybe even establishing MMU Danz?
Just a catchy name i thought of just a minute ago.

Well, i'm off to save the last dance.

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Read also Shine We Are.

Introducing my new handy assistant

Welcome aboard you sexy thing you.
6260: *purrs*


8250: Whimpers...

After the introduction of the two, it seems that 8250 and 6260 won't exchange data through their Infrared and they don't fancy exchanging their insides(sim card) either.

Strange Scene

Today i went to campus after my two months holiday.

The security guard waved cheerfully at me and smiled.
Feeling awkward i smiled back.

A few steps ahead of me i saw a parent of a student smoking gleefully just meters away from the security guard in a non-smoking campus and proceeded to do nothing.

Behind the security was a sign saying " Smoking- Fine RM3000"
I guess the parent was smoking his most expensive cigarette ever.

The admired piece

I really like my blog skin.

Tutorial- D.I.Y blog template

By request, i'm doing a special entry for Natalie and Muse. You're encouraged to try it as well.
Ever thought of doing a blog skin by yourself?
This D.I.Y. is applicable to anyone. I didn't had any knowledge of html when i did this.
I want to make it simple for everyone.

I have this 'Tryst Atmosphere' theme for months before i begun on this blog skin. I wanted to design my current blog's template to have a mosaic effect to it.
This could be easily done with the Harbor Template being it's base.

Below: You can find this template by selecting "Pick new" at your Template page.


Below: Initially my blog template looked like this. I photo-captured Vickie's blog as an example how my previous blog template looked like.


To transform your blog into something like this:


Step 1:

Select a mono-compositioned background or image. Above is an example of one mono-compositioned background. Text and images you post onto your blog won't be altered if you used a mono-compositioned background that does not attract too much attention from your articles and photographs.
It is also adviced to have a clear picture of what you want. You should have a theme and a concept to your blog.
My theme : Tryst Atmosphere.
Try finding stock pictures from deviantArt.com


Step 2:
Crop your picture into several 'mosaics'. Use a image or several images to create your crops. Crops can be done with ACDSEE by double-clicking on an image you have in your computer. Left-drag to desired portion of the image. Release. Right-click the image and select 'Save Crop As...'

Step 3:
Modify your template.

This here is how your template looks like if you're using the default Harbor Template hosted by blogger. Be sure to have a photo host such as photobucket.com
Click image to enlarge image.

Step 4:
Replace your tag.

Replace your 'mosaic' tags into the old template.
Replace them into the desired 'columns'.
Click image to enlarge image.
Note: Each tag has to be replace with a new image of your choice. The 'Mosaic' effect is created this way. Thanks to Danny for the emphasized notices.

Step 5:
Modified.

Click image to enlarge image.
Enjoy.

-D.I.Y. brought to you by Trystan.-

I've been attacked by a moth

Why a moth?
Why not a spider or a centipede? The least i could kill it.
Even as i type this entry, it's fluttering around my room, with me barely dodging it. It has the largest wing span i've ever seen.

People in Eastern Europe used to fear these creatures- The flapping of it's wing reminded them of German warplanes. I heard that moths are apparitions of the previous dead. Paying homage to the living before deporting it's soul back to the ethereal.

If only i had animal empathy and request it to fly out the door. I know many of you can relate to this whenever a bird or cicada flies into your room and you open all your doors and windows to direct it out. The problem is that it rather stick onto your curtains or go about your furniture.

Speaking of furniture, ever met someone that didn't remember you for the second time? But you remembered and had to put up with the silly introduction all over again.

Sandra: Hi, i'm Sandra
Stan: Hey, I'm Stan and we've met before. We were introduced by Andrew.
Sandra: Oh ya i remembered! ( No you didn't.)
[Slots in a lausy excuse]

You're just a furniture to them. They didn't even noticed you've moved.

Ryan: Do you remember Stan? He was there when Chris got really drunk. You are just a scene to them.

In some instances, we go out there and try to make many friends. But at the end of the day, you think you know a lot of people but i guess those people never deserve the memory space in your head.
You just shook a lot of hands. You never signified their presence. When you meet someone, you never took noticed. Just like furniture at a meeting point. Some of us are just made furniture by others. One day you'll realised you're a rusted lamp to others.

I don't have to make an impression to others or try to have an appealling upfront for people that are just too preoccupied with themselves.
Why bother? You'll just shake more hands and realised one day, " Where are all my friends?"

Nothing has changed. You just rearranged your furniture.
3 tables, 2 desks and 6 chairs rearranged is still 6 chairs, 2 desks and 3 tables. Until you signify the people around you.

The moth flew out the door-back to work.

Vampire Trystan

I wanted to be a werewolf, but it turned out they made me a vampire.
Thanks to W.C.Tan for the Magic:The Gathering Card featuring me.
Wicked.

I shall tell you a tale, for as you hear it you might believe it that what I am about to tell has the veracity that is adherence to the truth. Merely corroborative detail but believe it as I intend to give an artistic verisimilitude.
In the Middle Ages, The knight Trystan, nephew of the King Mark of Cornwall who (according to Arthurian legend) fell in love with his uncle's bride,Iseult, after they mistakenly drank a love potion that left them eternally in love with each other. Trystan was later betrothed to a member of the royal family.
That knight was me. As i say 'was' because it has been long gone, as now i live amongst mortals in my urban existence searching for my reasons to be.
Ever searching for the perfect match, the anima- Iseult.

In modern days, Trystan means:
Trys·tan
n.
1. A derivation of Tryst and Stan.
2.Tryst + Stan = Trystan (My blog name)
[syn: Try me.]

As my days past, bygones of youth, i find myself present in modern times. Often i came by modern linguistics, like when someone spells a verse with a "k" because spelling words inkorrectly is totally kool TO THE MAX. A modern strategy, these cunning linguist marketers use to deceive kids that listen to hip-hop Hebrew and eat "I'm Lovin' It" McDs with notions of targeting ethic streotypes( Blacks). Yo'all niggars out there diggin' it? (the final 'g' in any word is tragically unhip.)


Pondered upon my own solitude and reflection, despite all the circulating social stigmas and mental deteriorations.

" Where are you? "
-Master of the Coven

Double Standardization

Double Standardization, or 'Double Standardism' as i like to call it.
An evaluation made by an individual or a group by comparing one with two standards.

In life we meet strangers and even acquaintances, individuals that are not far different than those of our close friends and family. We hold back to the person on the next table in a cafe. To maybe a person that is worth even your time. But most of the time we're just being defensive and snobbish towards others that offers us a slight gesture of initiative and who try to reach out to others. Society has drawn it's veil and even it's standard and approved 'Social Interaction Guidelines'. We are held back by it.

We can't stand in a lift facing others that we don't know but instead we stare at the buttons or the flashing numbers.
We can't say " Yo nigger!" to a black if you're white. But it's cool for blacks to call that among themselves.
We can't speak up our minds to someone that you think is boring- You won't be friends.

Your parents says: "Never talk to strangers." But what if the stranger was your criteria. You will never know. We all want to meet interesting ,funny, intelligent and beautiful people, don't we? We all do.
There are many instances where we offer strangers with greater deserving respect than our own family. You do things that you hate with a smile and you pass that plate of celery with a frown. The phrase: "Strangers are just friends waiting to happen," either that or rape in a dark alley waiting to happen.

If we treated everyone the same like our best friends, wouldn't the world be the least better?
We want to meet fascinating, witty, intellectual and charming people. What if your best friend didn't had these characters, what if no one did ever stand by you over the times. We look for criteria in people, we treat people absurdly different to those that possessed these criteria. We're all bias.
Nothing happens by accident, we chose who to be our friends. We look for 'friendship material'.
We make mistakes, often errors that were made are set in motion. Changes sealed in eternity. Sometimes we say the wrong things or did things that others won't like. The irony of it is that someone once close to you(Eg: Ex-boyfriends/girlfriends, Ex-spouses) treats you differently after an irreversable mistake.

The ideal of treating everyone equally is perfection. I'm always finding that perfection, we can't dispute the fact that we can never be perfect. Perfection is nothing but a stale-sang song. Suddenly the song by Simple Plan came to mind. Ever gave that song a deeper reflection, how you sing to it without considering the retardness it sang? You don't have to apologize when you're imperfect.
The concept of perfection alone is unachievable. Along with others like happiness and love. These concepts is nothing without entities such as hatred or sadness-they are after all it's direct opposites of it's element. Antithesis are necessary.

We're just mere humans, we're flawed because we're have emotions.
Hey, let's face it. No one is perfect.

How did it came by

I've finally completed the new skin and template for my blog.
Previously i had the harbor template, a stock template from blogger.com
The new skin gave my blog the "trysty" feel to it, something that i was trying to implement into my blog to compliment the theme ' Finding tryst'.
Now I sum my blog with 3 words- "Quotesy, Lovesy and Wordsy."

I use simple programs such as Paint and ACDSee 4.0 to create the conceptual tryst. Adobe Photoshop CS was not fully utilized because my trial period has expired and changes was already made during my holidays back home.
I also use stock pictures from deviantart.com
The concept is simple yet full of depth. Creating an atmosphere(tryst) by selecting certain crops of images and placing them accordingly(mosaic). Before the changes, finding-tryst.blogspot.com would be like staring directly at a lightbulb.(Try opening MS Word on your computer with all the lights off in your room to get the picture.)

I would like to use this opportunity to thank a few people for making this happen,

Mr. James Tie for relentlessly giving support to my blog entries and contructively brainstormed issues.
Huimei for insistently fluttering by with supportive great ideas and for being a superb company.
Thye Shin for giving me pointers and technical advice on the template.
CK for the best of times.
maY for being the excellent fashion consultant and photographer.(She took my profile picture.)
Karen Ooi for being the impetus ever since the beginning.
Jenn for the good reads.
Vickie for compliments.

For my source of inspiration, i thank God and my parents for bringing me up so atypically.
For the best of friends, Deborah, Kim, CK and HiL.
Thanks also to deviantart and Loobylu for artistic inspiration.
I would also like to thank acquaintance Nizar for the encouraging support and enthusiastic remarks. Acquaintance Aaron(Aaronology) for the good feedback. And to all readers.

Thank you.

Growing up in a lie

I remember clearly when I was very young and naive, probably around 4 years old, I asked my mother where babies come from. "Giving birth is just like doing No.2." she said.

Nothing much was explained. Nothing was said about the birds and the bees. She did explain a lot about other things but not the male and female anatomy. I even thought girls didn't have ears at one point. I thought everyone had penises. The conservativeness didn't help. That's how it's like growing up in an Asian nation, nothing like how Gaylord is brought up in Meet the Fockers.

Most children have bulged stomachs before their prime development stages. Back then i thought i was pregnant. Imagine the lies i live with. Everytime i felt pain or discomfort in the belly i thought i was in labor. I even thought males gave birth, but mom said " Mommies only."
Sometimes I thought I'm gonna excrete little-Stans that's gonna drop into the toilet bowl and he's gonna die from drowning(1 Ft. deep water) because I wasn't quick enough saving him and for some reason i think i'll conceive premature babies.

I even believed superstitions of getting sick in the rain or the Iban folklore of the cicak kubin. An imaginary lizard that appears in the sky and disappears whenever you take a glimpse. I guess it's just a lesson to encourage children to observe their surroundings.

Many years later a children's education series came up, it's called Barney the Dinosaur.
I don't fancy a huge, gay, purple dinosaur prancing around TV screens and outraging children's modesty by offering them *biiiig huuuugs*. I'm under the heavy suspicion that Barney's actually the Dinosaur that terrorize little children and making them retard in clever disguise, waiting for the perfect opportunity to burst out of it's stuffy padded costume and then eat up the unsuspecting retarded kids in one giant gulp. No wonder kids these days are so dumb.
What's with the irritatingly addictive I Love You,You Love Me song anyway? Urgh!

One tight *SLAP* for the deserving bumbling monster.

Death Carnival

Decapitated dragon

De la mort et de l'amour

I am the Arc of Silence
that encircles the sound of life.
Like a sickle in the wind,
my voice is a wailing song,
an undinal melody of weeing sirens.
The memory of me
is contained in everything that lives.
I am ever the shadow on your threshold.
And you,
are the multitude of shadows on mine.


Hordes of joss-stick mourners


I am the Soul of Melancholy,
imprisoned on the threshold
between the worlds of flesh and spirit.
I am only free
when there are no more souls
to release from the flesh.
When matter is transcended
so shall my prison dissolve
and my river run dry
and the Halls of Hades close in upon itself.



I am the shadow of everything that has been,
and of everything you have been.
I am both the bringer of memories and forgetfulness.
I shadow you all of your days, and hold you into the night.
I am the soul of sadness and the bringer of joy.
I exist for but a moment as you pass between worlds,
yet i am forever trapped within that moment,
within the twilight that is fleeting, yet as certain as the dawn.
I am the water that licks the land and then recedes,
each time taking away a bit of one shore and depositing it on another.
Every grain of earth I overtake is hallowed.
Every soul is in my sacred trust, albeit briefly.



I am the Voice of Melancholy.
My whisper shall always stir in your soul.
Come to the edge of twilight and heed the point beyond the silence.
Stretch yourself into the distance to where I wait
with hands extended to catch your tears and blend them with my own.
So shall you drown in the dark waters of remembrance.
Then you shall weep no more the tears of sorrow,
instead, gather the tears of joy in the palm of your hand
and drink deeply until memory is quenched.


- Ange de la mort

Which side are you on?

Let's share a tale

A friend Vickie asked me "Did anything crazy before?"

About a year and a half ago, i was at a dare. Tarriq and Ashiq, my previous housemates dared me to drink whiskey and ate durians.
Don't try this at home.

My skin turned utterly red. I didn't remember what i said or did then. I just remember that i said :
" Mann.. i look good with that red skin tan."
I didn't remember crashing through the ceiling.
I didn't remember almost getting electricuted.
I didn't remember proposing to a girl.

I did remember to force the stuff out before i burn my liver.
I did remember they saying, "We won't tell anyone."
I did remember the girl giving me odd looks after that.

Just for the record , actually i did remember the things i said i didn't remember.
Memory sticks. ( I have elephantine memory)

I guess it's upon personal perceptions to measure the scales of craziness. For one, i'm not crazy. So sue me, i'm a mediocre in craziness. I still have the scar on my right arm from the crash. The bliss of my younger days.
I live today knowing that days like that won't come to pass again.

So what's your tale?

Feeling like a sheep

For the first time in many years, time seems to be slower-very much slower. I slept for 4 hours and it felt like 8. For once, i didn't think of much. No exams, no worries, no complications.
I've been grazing off lush meadows and soft pastures.

Anyway

I've not been blogging well these days.
Factors:
#1 -I'm not using my own computer to blog
#2 - I've no picture editors
#3 - No privacy

The next you know, someone might be standing behind me while i blog. It's like you're in a toilet cubicle with men closely standing behind you. I almost can feel their genitalia grazing up my @$$. I couldn't pee, i mean blog.

What if you're were peeing half way and a huge man stands over you and you could see his shadow in the reflection of your urine. I think you could become flaccid and would suppress that pee and zip up your pants and walk away.
But you can't. You're being handled like a sheep. Like in New Zealand where the farmer stucks his sheep into the fence and start unzipping his pant and hence screwing the sheep.

Everytime when you hear a zipper being undone, you know it's coming for you.

The Tryst

Picture speaks more than words. Places of tryst of my previous girlfriend.

I have an idea for these pictures.
I've been interested in photography ever since my younger days.
I was thinking of making my photography masterpiece titled "Finding-tryst".

Title: Finding-tryst®
Theme: Places of trysts.
Concept: Simple yet full of depth.
Patent: Pending.
Description: It's a collection of places of trysts, arranged in a way that the outcome of it looks like a heart-shaped pictorial. It implicits a deeper and mysterious meaning behind each picture.
Just a place that tells a thousand tales. Memories and flickers of passion captured in a frame of time.
It's my way to explicit my art and encourage creativity.
It's also about love. My way of showing the world that it can be a better place through contribution of creativity, arts and love.

Would you guys like your pictures featured in my masterpiece? Email me pictures of your places of tryst.

I shall blog as a girl

Today, i shall blog as a girl.
The other day, i was at this shoe sale at Vincci. I had my bright pink flaunty shirt ,cream-coloured top and retro 70's design flimsy bag. And i knew the guys outside the store waiting for their girlfriends were checking me out. *Hehehehe(cutesy laugh)* I thought to myself. That's like a big feminine ego boost for me and men have to feed my ego. I knew i was prettier than those b!tches that tried that black flat sandals that i was eager to try on. Off i went trying most of the slippers in Vincci for an hour.

Oh.. By the way, i don't like flats, i like heels, so i headed to Nose. There i stood in front of the store being greeted by a salesgirl with a plastic grin smeared with cheap lipstick. "Welcome~!" she said.
Yeah right, like you mean that. And don't look so solemn when you're not greeting a customer. It's like you're at a funeral and you ask someone beside you : "Is Orlando Bloom on Fashion TV tonight?" Please.. Mr. Bloom won't smile for you if you looked that forlorn. Be smiley a little bit lah.

I've met some girls that don't like to be described as " Good and naive". They want people to think they are tough cookies, feisty women. Actually they are just gentle as mild soap.
Anyway, my cellphone began to rang, it was from my boyfriend. He asked me, when do i want to meet up.
I began to be fickle. "In 30 minutes, no.. 45 minutes, oh make that 1 hour", i said. I began to hear notions of agitation, it was something like " Com'on girl , make up your mind!"
So i played the " Wait 4 Me Game" on him.
Oh.. How i love men for waiting up on me, makes me feel more attractive. Beg for me...
I think men should be decisive and full of initiatives, so that I'll just sit in for the ride and say " Don't know." while pouting my lips.

I'm such a b!tch today.

How did that happened?

A few days ago i was watching Kingdom of Heaven at a local cineplex.
At one point of the movie, where the battle scene was about to commence, Salahuddin had an army of banner and flag barriers.

MEN CARRIED FLAGS NOT BATTLE ARMS.

Onto the battle the men went with coloured flags of green, brown and black.
Balian of Ibelin travels to Jerusalem to do battle with Muslim flag barriers?
Of course, the battle did have people with arms of war.
At the end of it, the defender of the city and its people, Balian was defeated and surrendered the city of forgiveness and hope to Salahuddin.
Who was Salahuddin by the way? I'm not a big fan of Crusades' history.




Many elements was uncall for, such as:
-After ten seconds of training he was, "The Perfect Knight".
-Depiction of Muslims is surprisingly tolerant. Christian warmongers are the bad guys here. Kind of reminds you of today.
-Why is it that whenever someone(hero) leaves a village in Hollywood films, about 10 kids appear from nowhere and run after them?

Formulaic perhaps, but well-executed. Kingdom of Heaven made me feel like leaving the "blacksmithy" that is our dull modern urban existence and finding a cause worth fighting for, but Crusades just aren't what they used to be.

No flags was ever seen on battle fields ever since.

My household -789

Picture in your mind what should a university student's household should possess?

Water Kettle/ Electric Jug?
You've guessed it.*ding*
Pail?
Right.*ding*
Hangers? *ding*
Mess?*ding*

Dirty ol' roomie?

YES YES!

Exactly. These are items you would find in my household. Anyway,speaking of which. Have you cleaned after your housemates/roomates before?

Act #1 : Cleaning the toilet.
Ever had a roommate who is big, tall and hairy? Reminds me of the Yeti in a way.
Imagine the hair these beasts leave behind in your drainage. Strains of hair found entangled in between drainage of the sink. Accumulated hair even pubic hair stuck between the filtrage of the floor drainage.
People like this should be lined in a row and shot in the head, subsequently the bullet that shot the first would penetrate and hit the second and the following. So much for being the park ranger that cleans cages.

Act #2 : Trophies.
I mean plastic bottles stacked precariously for display. It's so chinese to keep plastic bottles and reuse them.
Did you know that recyclable plastic bottles are labelled 1-10 in tiny arrows shaped as a triangle( recyclable symbol) under each recyclable bottle. Bottles labelled with numbers below 5 are degradable in sunlight. Meaning you're drinking plastic particles. That's for people out there who drink from reuse plastic bottles. Cheers to that.

Act #3 : Mayonnaise Resurrection.
Puttting opened jars of mayonnaise and jams that say " Expose me to air ! I want to get spoilt !" Then after heeding my warning, he puts it back into the refrigerator to revive the dead mayo. Before you know it, he starts putting stuff ( beyond expire date) into the frige; not like putting it in will turn back time.
No wonder unanimated objects are rebellious these days.

These days has been a routine cleaning after the Yeti. I just hope Yeti doesn't read this.

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If Treebeard the Ent from LOTR used this product, it would be like a man using a shower foam that printed this on it's label:

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Dettol

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Would you like to smell like another race for a day?

In my own words

I know my family are proud of me and around once a year i come back-they see me, but they do look at me and they're like " You're different."
Change is the essence of who we are. It's nature. In my life i encourage change, which catches people off guard a little bit.

I can be judgemental and i can be hard on people. I sometimes expect too much of people and i haven't always realised that's not for everyone. I don't go up to people that are incompetent, and lick their @$$es and greet everyone you hate with a smile- that's what you do when failed your marriage and you smile to your spouse in court.

I make many mistakes, i say stupid things, i regret them. But i'm trying to show that a life lived spontaneously with openness and compassion to ourselves and everyone else-and with love- is the better option.
As we get happier, we want to share that happiness with others and we want to be able to share it with those who matter to us. And sometimes part of surrendering to your path is that you do have to work it out by yourself.
I've gambled everything for love. Time and time again and i'm sure i will again.
For me, love is not so much about personal relationships than it is about a love of life, the mystery ; how much of a risk are you willing to take? You only ever win what you're prepared to risk.

This is who i am.

Fact of the day

" Are you angry?" "Are you feeling tired?"

It occurs to me that people sometimes are unable to analyse the simpliest human emotions.
Do sales i say, you can learn more human psychology by interactions with clients and customers.
Thats to say, it's better than 100 Zig Ziglar seminars.

All in a day's work

I'm currently working at Curtin University of Technology Alumni.

BUSY

Apart from good pay. It's been a great pleasure working with interesting people that comes from all walks of life. They share vast exposures of knowledge and wisdom. I guess sharing experiences and establishing networks of people has been the rewarding aspect of this field.

Ever since childhood, i've done odd jobs(vending,clean-ups,sales,distribution,etc.)

I guess that helped taught me of perserverance and street-savvyness.

Leadership qualities and survival instinct is also part of the lesson. As long as we set our minds to it anything is possible. It's all in the mind, as i call it.

Someday you and i will lead the way. Carpe Diem

He called and asked

He watches me intently, hoping that i say the words. He posed me with the question.
"Eeeleee... You're gay right? hehe (<- to lessen the tension)."
His eyes burned with desire, eager for me to say the words.
The sudden mention of gay bars or mere teasing excites him.
It's been months now, almost a year he persisted.
"Sorry, but i'm straight."

To Mel

Happy 19th birthday to you.
You're 19 , your last year before hitting the big 20's.
I guess age spells out these: experience, insight, depth and thought.
Most peers i come across still lingers around and not thinking their mental age. It's still about how your backside looks in those jeans or that shoe sale at your towntown mall or even parting your lips while using that lipstick.

I remember whenever my friends reach the age of 18, i'll punch them in the shoulder, saying " This is the Rite of Passage into Adulthood", that pain you feel is realism. After you're 18, i don't mind if that blow sends you to your new astonishing sex life or guide you in the right path. But just remember, never settle for mediocrity and live life to the fullest.

By the time you know it, you've hit The Quarter Life Crisis.

How would you want to be remembered?

Once we're born, we start dying.
Our innocence robbed, crushed and broken.
Our realities sinks in, our youth forgotten.
Our skin gets drier and drier until it becomes crinkly.
Our eyesight gets dimmer and dimmer till we require LASIK eye surgery.
Our hair starts to fall out. And our bones start to brittle.
It takes some average seventy years before we reach "Withering Heights".
Dying is just a long drawn out process.

Most people choose family and babies. Achieving that dream career. Writing a book. Finding spiritual solace. Abundance in wealth. And even shooting a film.
Just to feel complete in their lifetime.

Tombstones and epitaphs often provide us with mere templates:
" Loving person" or "Caring Husband/Wife" that doesn't distinguish us from anyone else.
We can't possibly be remembered that way. Unless we build ourselves monuments or statues.
We strive for things that we can't achieve: Being billionaires, loving parents whom our kids look up to, flicker of happiness.
It is the sudden realisation that our lives don't make any sense.
Happiness don't last. Our money goes to taxes for meaningless JKR beautifications, the young generation swear back at us.

We should be spending time with loved ones, planning how best to leave our mark. We should enjoy the company of our friends while we're in our prime. Friends and family.

I just want people to remember me as the guy with the smirk ,highly spirited in believing that all things are achievable.
" It's alright, everything is great."
Modest but achievable.

So how would you like to be remembered?

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Opinion Hated

I've observed recently.
-Contentless and graphical interfaced blogs. The layout of the blog has various applications which is garnished with graphic/textual icons.
-The content of which, explicit how cool their sidebars and graphical interface looks like, besides the mediocrity of one's life. Which by the way, no one is interested in your life. You just had to come up with something interesting to type in that little box.
I applaud your effort of spending hours and hours to make your blog look more flashy.

I know it's your blog and you can write anything you like and continue to degrade your mind for that matter. Maybe i've said things that you don't like to hear.Typicals tend to disagree at the drop of a hat at the opinion they don't agree with; without rational consideration or exercising the ability to reason. At least i had the balls to say it straight at your face.

We're facing greater threats than our forefathers have faced: Oppressions and foreign rule or the penjajah. In today's world, we face even greater threats: Ignorance, stupidipty and knowledge deficiency. It is up to you to shape your future.
What's your choice?

The Apple Tree

One might ask, " Why would you need so many seeds to grow just a few more apple trees? "

Take a look at an apple tree. There might be five hundred apples on the tree, but each apple has just ten seeds.
Nature has something to teach us here. It's telling us: "Not all seeds grow. In life, most seeds never grow. So if you really want to make something happen, you had better try more than once." Laws of nature does not take things personally nor should we take them personally.
We just need to understand and work with them.

This might mean:
You'll talk to 50 people to sell one house, one car, one vacuum cleaner, one insurance policy, or a business idea. You'll have more love-making sessions to get pregnant. You'll attend 20 interviews to get one job. You'll interview 40 people to find one good employee.
And you might meet a hundred acquaintances just to find one special friend.

Just gaze upon the apple tree.
When we understand the " Law of the Seed ", we don't get so disappointed. We stop feeling like victims. We learn how to deal with things that happen to us.

Application:
Successful people fail often. But they plant more seeds. Daring to try and fail.

*****
When things are beyond your control, here's something that you must not do so as to be happy:
You must not make rules for how everyone SHOULD behave. You must not decide how you think the world SHOULD be. Many times, such thoughts can bring you spiralling down into more unhappiness.

On the other hand, let's say you expect that:
Friends and acquaintances SHOULD return favours.
Co-workers/employers SHOULD appreciate you.
Buses/Trains/Planes SHOULD arrive on time.
Your husband/wife SHOULD remember your birthday.
Everyone SHOULD be honest/nice/polite.

These expectations may sound reasonable. But often, these things won't happen. So you end up frustrated and disappointed.There's a better strategy. Demand less, and instead, have preferences.For things that are beyond your control, tell yourself:
" I would prefer 'A' , but if 'B' happens, it's okay. "

You prefer that people are polite but when they are rude, it doesn't ruin your day.
You prefer sunshine, but if it rains, it is ok too!

To become happier, we need to:
a) Change our attitude.
b) Change our thinking.

It is easier to change our attitude/thinking than applying change in others and people in the world. As cliché as it goes : For the world to change, you must change first.

Application:
It is not the problem that is the issue, but rather it is your attitude attending to the problem that is the problem.
It's not what happens to you that determine your happiness but rather how you think about what happens to you.

Flashback

The year is 1993, i was in my school yard doing gardening with Christopher, then all of a sudden,
i said : " Déjà Vu ! "
He said : " 你讲什么? (What did you say?) "
" Déjà Vu ! Déjà Vu ! " and i started explaining what it meant. " I've seen this scene before!"
I continued explaining into more detail. It happens when you experience the exact same thing all over again except you never experienced it before.
He gave me the 'HUH?' look with substantially large amount of puzzle ness.

About a year later, i tried explaining causality-The relationship between cause and effect, clairvoyance and the possibility of parallel universe to my peers. I had a reasonable good command in my language, i'm very fluent in the languages i know and i didn't had a problem getting my points across. People didn't understand what was i saying then.
Ever since then, whatever i said was never understood and my opinion didn't really matter to anyone. I kept quiet and held the thoughts to myself. I became passive. Indulging in pep talks and trivialities so i could fit in the crowd. I talked things that is commonly known today as "bullshit". While i was always in deep thought, i acted mute, often not taking heed in nonsense they came about.Only occasionally entertaining my friends with a mere smirk.
Dead fish follow the flow ,they say. And the wise remains wise until spoken.

Eventually i got out of that teenage angst of mine.

Today, while having dinner at a diner with a friend, i asked her a question.
" Why is the sky blue? I figured an 19 year old like you would know."
" Because of the reflection of the ocean. "
" How could that be possible?" *smirks*
" It's because of full inner reflection " she blatantly pointed out with gestures.
" Sometimes the sky is orange or red , have you ever seen a red or orange ocean?"
She seems to ponder at this.
" My science teacher says it's because of reflection of the ocean!" *still holds strongly to it*

Oh my God !!! Glass shattered, time stopped at that instant, even a cat pooped onto the floor-dead. Sorry i was exaggerating.
Supressing a laughter, i said: " What a !@#$%* dumb science teacher! "

My brief explanation:
The blue color of the sky is due to Rayleigh scattering. As light moves through the atmosphere, most of the longer wavelengths pass straight through. Much of the shorter wavelength light is absorbed by the atmospheric gases. The gase molecules gets scattered all around the sky.Since you see the blue light from everywhere overhead, the sky looks blue.

Nothing has changed, the sky is still blue; people are still dumb.
If you feel offended by this article, you're dumb.
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