My Best Friends

My angels:
Deb(Top left/Top) , Kim(Top right/Center)
HiL(Bottom left/Bottom) screen resolution differs

"Live by your own Light, Shine by your own Star "

Words can't describe how much they mean to me.They enriched my life in every way.
They brought me the tears and laughters through these years.
Every meeting in life has it's purposes and this has been a blast! Thank you Lord for showering me with these blessed angels.
Love you all. *blows kisses*

p/s: Sorry for stretching you face HiL.

*Flutters by*

Ever browsed through someone else's blog recently?
This is what i've noticed :

Blog entries with really tiny fonts.
Blog entries with eye-straining colours, colours often differ from each entry.
Blog entries with ridiculous UPPER CASES and lower cases.

To further strengthen my claims. They go something like this :
Eg:

bLesSed NeW yeAR evRyonE!!!!

Saturday 01.01.05 [1:42 am]

There's even more :
Dot fetishes and poor punctuation.
Eg:
" ..............?!?! "

Here's my favourite :
Blogs with fancy cursors.
Blog entries that have lyrics. Some claim that they're the lyricist of the song.
Blog entries with jap titles or content.
Eg:
"Konichiwa everyone..." ( The terminology for this is : act jap )

Cheesey phrases :
They start their entry by writing

"Dear Diary, i've gone through the most humiliating moment in my life- I've crapped in my pants *whimpers* "
-Anonymous blogger-
Wednesday 12.08.04 [10:54 pm]

You think only paper diaries are the only thing that keeps your secrets these days?
Come on,people are reading.

Anonymous blogger: "Ahh...I've been exploited!"

Zoo Keeper

My brothers and sisters, we're gathered here today to commemorate our existence.

I ask to thee my brothers and sisters:
" Why are we here? "
" What's your life purpose? "
" Why are we serving God through an organised religion? "

Since we're all faithful servants of some religion or even atheists. We should speak kindly and passionately to one another.
Observe the following:
A: "Oh...you're so pretty."
B: "Oh really? "
A: Yes most definate. *battling eyelashes furiously*
B: Teehee.
(moments later)
A: *spits* "Ugly bitch!"
B: *sneezes* " Ahh...God bless me."

Disclaimer: Proceed reading only if you're 18 years of age or older and have an open mindset about religion and spiritual issues.The following content contains provocative religious/spiritual matters.


( Just read on anyway.)


A child tags along a religious devotee in prayer. Religious devotee performs organised religion rituals.
"Wow, look there's an elephant."
"Monkeys in costumes!"
* Tugs devotee's garments *
"Smiling rodents..."
* Gasps in excitement *

"I've never noticed but this one of the best zoo trips i've been to, and look even the park ranger is Blue!"

And so, The smurf and Mr.Octopus lived happily even after. The end.

Welcome to Duraplas® Plastic Co.

At Duraplas® Plastic Co.we manufactures highly durable plastic fruits.
Remember as little children, we're thought of the Fruit of Spirit- Love,Peace, Faithfulness,Joy,etc.
Whenever we are cornered or faced with oppressions and difficulties, our 'fruits' are put to the test.
Over the years, your 'fruits' turns rotten or stale.
Through our innovations and R&D, we came up with solutions-providing you with our variety of plastic fruits.Comes in all different sizes and colour choices,non-toxic industrialize paints and artificial flavouring. Even Barbie endorses our products.

Here at Duraplas® Plastic Co. we mass-produce plastic fruits, so that all self-proclaim righteous and faithful Christians will all look the same.
And in our latest range of products, The Fruit Basket.

Collect em' all and redeem your points.If you believe in Heaven/Hell exchange your points for a walking stick or an umbrella for afterlife. And for a one time offer, cumulated points could also be used to roll your next life if you believe in reincarnation.

*Display purposes only.Bananas and rambutans sold separately. Children 3+ age.*

Where'd My Weekend Go?

Work has stacked precariously over our desks.

Enough said.

Finals next week. Study.If you don't you might as well wear a bright yellow T-shirt that says
" Kill me if you aren't happy with me."

Surroundings

Often i came by people that are amusing.

Scenario #1 ---
People that are usually stucked in " HUH? " mode, when asked a question like :
Question : " What if you married a man that shot blanks? "
Answer : " Huh? " *stares idiotically at you*
Question : You know...shoots blanks.
Answer : Nevermind-LAH. [added with a strong CINA twang]

Scenario #2 ---
People that are usually inadequate of making a proper English sentence :
" Ah...erm... condom packet to open how? "
The contruct of this sentence is usually accompanied by the following actions :

1. Fidgeting his legs like he had to go to the bathroom.
2. Shooting looks over his shoulders.
3. Paranoia of potential eavesdroppers.
   

Scenario #3 ---
People that have a bad opinion of girls :
A guy that have been single for too long often develop symptoms of the following:
Victims may be subjected to Tender Loving Care Deficiency Syndrome (TLCDS)

1. Reads too much into interactions with women . ie: " Heh, the minute she stepped up and introducing herself to me, i know she's sooo into me. "
   
2. Starts daydreaming of an erotic rendezvous in the broom closet. Even the cleaning lady on the corner seems to purse her lips at his stature.
3. When a girl takes a second glance that him, subject may think its a soul-searching gaze of passion.

With the alarming increase of the idiot populace around the world, an instruction manual on the 'Proper Condom Use' will soon be equated with the sniffing your fingers for the scent of chicken to conceal the stink while excreting a pile of shit. It could be anyone;anyone from the guy in the cubicle next to you to the girl with bracers walking alongside you.

Pink Piggie Bank

Are you sick of your friends?
Here's a scenario why you should hate your friends more:
You meet you friends in GSC.
They ask " Watching movie eh ?"
or
It's 7.30pm, your friends see you eating at MMU Corner .
They ask " Eating dinner ah ?"
But we still love them. *says with twinkling eyes*

A friend comes to you. Starts pouring their tales of self-pity.I can't help but to imagine orgies on paradise island or have a daydream of naked people laying in a ward.
Wears a comforting smiley mask and explicit welcoming expressions to show concern.
(Note: Display of positive facial expressions often makes subject feel better about themselves).
Let's play " Consoling a Friend-Side A ". It's always the same, it's like watching reruns of
an episode of Happy Tree Friends.
We all have savings accounts. " Yes sir/madam, how much you want to deposit today? "
Deposit your thoughts here. I am your friend. Let me listen to you.
We are our friend's little "Emo" pouch. We carry it everywhere and we carry it with a smile.

What's your friend thinking about you?
Your friend might be a masquerader.In Ancient Greece,stage actors-hupocriters pretend emotions by using masks and wail sorrowfully to depict a sad feeling. Or fakes a cheerful laugh that sets the crowd in a joyful applaud.[syn: Your friend]



Who are your friends?
A distinctive sheep outfit to identify from those who wear it as member(Streotype) of the herd (Society).
And yes, I'm a black sheep. Mek...

Anyway,

Have you experienced the following in the last few months:
You've seen rock-bottom.
You've seen failures and faced depression.
You've seen hypocrisy.

Call your friend. Help is on the way!

Demon's Orchestra

I know it's hard. I know it is. It's never been easy.

Sometimes you feel so numb and deprived with life that you're so out of the loop that you'll have nothing meaningful to contribute to the discussion among acquaintances that find contentment in pep talks and trivial issues. You gain nothing , you benefit from nothing.

It's like a mathematical relation where the solution of an equation, every variable and probability is equals to zero. ( X=0 )

Life is just a freakishly whimsical tomb and yes it's out to get you.

Fugacious

"真爱不是取代而是心中永恒的存在。"

我本人之名言。谢谢欣赏。

Pit of my Heart

I've asked myself :

How much have these unhealed years been in my history?
How much will the inevitable future be?
How much courage can i have afterwards?

We often coalesce these thoughts with the prelude of a relationship.

Scars left behind from the distant past caused me pain again, i hid my shaking heart and replaced it with a smile.While tightening my heart, I think of nothing but the showing of my strength.Although the feeling i want to express emanates, i can never put them into words. No matter how many times it happens, I am still a coward.

Then she was gone, as fleeting and insubstantial as a dream.

Sometimes i try maintaining the pretence of a man charmed against his better judgement.
Sometimes i try to project a friendly figure to others by initiating conversations and most oftenly i get snubbed.(Those that snub me are probably inhibited people who never took on the challenge of overcoming their shyness.)
Sometimes i try bewildering others by acts of perplexity and mystification.

I break my heart as a precaution.

Theory of Relative Happiness

Theory of relative happiness essentially means that you don't feel good or bad. Just better or worse than before.
This insight opens a new path to happiness: Depress yourself and in the relief following that depression, you will experience an overwhelming sense of bliss.

Scientific evidence? I'm still working on it.

Waiting

在爱情里，学会最艰难的功课 - 等待
等待。。。迟迟没有打来的电话
等待。。。迟迟没有出现的人影
等待。。。迟迟没有寄到的email
等待。。。迟迟没有开口的道歉
等待。。。迟迟没有说出的分手
等待。。。迟迟没有开始的。。。
另一段新的恋情

My Morning Shrine

Every Wednesday morning right after my 8am class. I sit gloriously at my breakfast table. A cup of iced milo to my right and a plate of fried rice with an egg placed proportionally in the center.

So rightly a telecommunication company sticker that says " Did you SMS your mother today?" was pasted over my table.
I was stunned.I've been lectured on family values by a table.How inanimated objects these days rise up to revoke against their masters.

Anyway.

Every now and then people walk up to my table and start chatting. What can I do? Pretend to care.To avoid awkwardness, everyone has this compulsive need to say something interesting about themselves only to realize that nobody live interesting lives.

The best thing to do is to fake a smile, nod and give a hearty fits of laughter at every supposed punch lines that are not even funny.They are only worth a fake smile(or smirk) and a nodding head but never your attention. I don’t bother sharing my stories with people who don’t matter.

Its just like talking to the table that just delivered the purpose of instruction or a Nokia advertistment that tells you whether you're fit to lead by example.

Crimson Ceiling

Talentime is over. *Spark* goes on dancing. More dance contracts- College Festival, Camp Fire, alpha -nite,some kiddie camp at Catholic High. Who else wants to see my belly wobble?

Anyway.

After two weeks learning up a new dance and practising for talentime and getting screwed backstage after revealing some flesh, i think its time to say we should also look at cockroaches in a different light when we next find one in our bathroom.

Bickering with a bitch that technically explains the fundamentals of "how-you-should-not-reveal-too much-flesh".It simply amuses me how people follow the rules so pathetically.They also think they are from The Censorship Board of Malaysia.Believing that you can execute every rule out of the book is like believing you can shag the tooth fairy.

And so my path in life is paved by consequences. I know I can always look back and tell myself that I made many right decisions and choices including shoving my two cents up that bitch's @$$.