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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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