To where yachts cruise by

"Welcome to Marina Bay!" says a big brown sign as i cherished my last few precious moments back home before I journey back to the west. This post comes a little late as CK is eager to get his hands on these photos.

^o^

That's about the reaction when I first saw the place. The place is really like Circular Quay in Sydney minus the colors and splendor.


I felt so free like the seagulls that flew alongside the car that we strode in. Cruising down the lanes that felt so free.

Simply breathtaking. After a few short moments with CK. A security officer came and said:" Boss, jangan main sini."
Okay, we weren'y playing. Apparently we were restricted area. By the way, if i were your boss, I'll kick your sorry ass.

I look better than you.

He went out of the picture for a while. After a while, i looked around to check where he was so i could take more pictures.

Boats and more boats.

A large anchor, which reminds me of the cross.

And there he was shaving and patting his dog's ass. Okay that didn't sound natural.
Let me re-phrase that, he was shaving his hair while putting his hand somewhere near his dog's ass. Okay that didn't quite come out right. Look who's playing now huh?

Bustling in they come

I was at my 'morning shrine' today holding up my cup of iced milo, and i saw this freak, 5 feet 6 inches tall i tell you, flipping through a booklet provided by the University. Like a lost lost sad sheep.

Sheesh! They are so many people. Nerve wrecking little bunch of them. I came to this conclusion cos' they came in the library like they needed air-conditioning so badly, like they would die without it.

Stop bumping into me! Maybe that's why i came up with a prejudment of them.

Into the library they come when they should just bake out in the sun or something.
Flooding walk ways of every kind, staggering around without a direction
Most of them look like geeks and looked lost. *Mek*

Okay, sherpherd is here to guild you about .
"Get out of the library and stop bumping into people !"

Maybe I'm becoming detached from them, that's why i think of it that way.
Last year's bunch was great! Why is it so different this time?
I recall I didn't look that dumb when i first came in either.

A new word a day

Pannasmontata means 'Italian baked cream'

The other day i was at Patisfrance and saw a type of ice cream called Pannasmontata which was explained as italian baked cream in brackets.

I found the name quite intriguing cos' it's the layout design or blog template i use is by Pannasmontata

I knew i was back

Bus conductor: Mana tiket? (Where's your ticket?)
Me: *shows him the bus ticket*
Bus conductor: Mana tiket yang satu lagi ( Where's the other one?)
From his facial expression he thinks that i haven't paid the fare.
Me: Ini saja yang ada. Tadi sudah bayar. (This is the only ticket I have. I've paid already.)
Bus conductor: Pergi bayar kat driver sana! Bayar satu lagi! (Pay the other one at the driver)
Me: I already paid! *looking at him with sharp eyes*

I think the guy beside me paused momentarily to absorb the impact of the shock.
I proceed to look away from the bus conductor and he moves along.

The truth is the driver issues two tickets and didn't bothered to issue two tickets for me, since it didn't made any sense. I only knew they were two tickets issued when passengers that board the bus later had two tickets. Since i board the bus early.

The rudeness felt familiar, I knew then I was heading back to the life and starting the life that i knew so well.

A new facelift

To-do-list #2:
Give your blog a new template.

I've done my template for finding-tryst ® last year on 27 May 2005.

Now it looks better. Tho' it takes time to get used to .

Thank God

Oh my God! I'm so excited that i can't contain myself! It almost felt like an orgasm.
I passed all my subjects this trimester!

Thank you Lord! For giving me that extra edge and instilling effort in me to study very hard for this trimester. Something that i haven't done in a long time.

Good start for the next trimester.

Picture tells countless words

I've flipped through many photo albums over the days back home. The images from the photos just shot straight into my senses into that old forgotten data bank located at the back of my mind.

There's a picture of Wen dancing for Curtin University Orientation Nite 2002, in a pose that she looked like a hot diva packed with her moves. I remember now, why i started dancing in the first place. I was truly inspired back then. She was also a benchmark of all girlfriends. Tall, slim and hot. Epitomes of an ideal girlfriend.

Some pictures totally paralyses me for moments i stared at it. There's loads of picture of me, Dennis, Wen and Sze Ni. We used to hang out back then. Pictures of me shyly taken with Sze Ni. Back then i kinda fancied Sze Ni. But months down the line Wen became my girlfriend.
Talking about chasing her best friend huh?

Can't believed that at one time, long long time ago, i was always hanging out with hotties.
I saw this picture of me and Sze Ni leaning back to back wiping "an invisible window", mimicking a popular Korean series back then, Autumn in my Heart?

I wanted to write all this as a recollection of my memories. I know as i write all this, it will be one of my last recollections of the past. It's like watching a fireworks display. It's always the same. It is not like I've never seen fireworks during Chinese New Year eve before. They are the same last this year as they are last year and the year before that and the year before that. But for reasons I cannot explain, something felt different that night while looking at those pictures...even though it all looked the same. For that brief moment of stolen time in my adult life, I was a child again. I felt the excitement of it. I guess that's how crushes felt like too.

One day i will forget that feeling.

Walking down memory lane

Intimidated by kids, I ran and ran. Even old aunties are faster than me. I was jogging down the lanes that i grew so familiar with. I used to come here for jogs years back with Wen and Sze Ni.

Of course i had to increase my pace. I had to use some kind of motivation. I thought about it for a while. Why not catching up to girls. Yeah. And just to lap them over and over again.

Here i was basking under the mild sun while walking in Bulatan Park. It's a park built around a lake. The park is kinda large and the track that stretched over perimeter of the lake was long. If the lake was small ,they wouldn't have built the park in the first place anyway.

One girl on a bike is kinda cute. another looked like my ex from behind. I lapped her but didn't had the guts to look her in the face. I was busy jogging anyway. I ran the whole course, just to lap her again. Didn't bothered looking. But her voice sounded familiar. Still didn't look.

If i don't look i would regret it. I was expecting some other girl's face. During the third time i lapped her on the track, i turned and looked. I froze. It's her. I said 'Hi'. Somehow Leil Lowndes tips on conversation didn't work.
"if you don't say a word. you'll regret it" a voice inside of me said.
I'm not sure i'm going to see her again after that. So i initiated conversation. Little men inside my head started operating. One of the men switched on the auto pilot. And my body and lips worked by themselves. I didn't know what i was talking, but i talked and talked. No wonder her voice seem familiar we spoke over the phone days before.

Nice conversation i thought. And i was like just listening to my own voice and didn't knew what i was talking. But it was a good one. Past love paralyzes us from reality. Ironically we met here.

Finally, her friends wanted to cross a bridge that stretched across the lake. She followed. We said our awkward goodbyes. "Bye. Yi Lu Shun Fong"
I walked down the other path. After a while, i turned a look. She and her friends were walking over the bridge. " Goodbye Wen" i said.

unfocused thoughts

I'm feeling bored. Being in a computer lab don't feel that great either. CK is beside me in the lab.
3 days into my holidays back home, I'm already feeling bored of it. Well not that I've met all my friends and really went shopping or sight seeing or anything. Not that is boring or anything. I attended my first wedding yesterday. Really ceremonious, sweet and romantic.

Since I'm online now. I'll do something rather than my 'check email only' routine. Browsing through friendster by the way is sick. So i don't do that shit. People that browse through friendster is sick. If i was to browse through. People i meet mostly came with names like Siew siew or xin xin or hui yin or duffus. Mostly la la names. The ah beng's names would be like ah beng , ah seng, mike, eric, KNS or something near to it, like KNNCCB.

To-do-list #1:
Create a fictional character

Perferably female, if you're bored you could shag her in your bedroom later.

Names like Jess or Evelyn won't work. It doesn't bring out THAT character i want. She has to be more like me.
I'm thinking..hmmm.. Vans.
Yes that would do. It has a nice ring to it too.You have to say it while raising your right eyebrow.

---

We were having our online chatting session in the very same computer lab. I look across to her. She looks as though she doesn't know me or she's too busy to look up. I would never know for sure. She always has this mysterious outlook while firing away on the keyboard whilst chatting to me. Conversation we have were usually rapid. Rapid unrelated topic changes usually end up with something interesting worth talking about.

---

She looked up finally with her bright eyes, slightly squinting them to act all philosophical and stuff. Beckoning me to go off for movies or shopping.
Anyway, Vannessa M. Tang (Vans) and I are good buddies. She has to be chinese, so her surname is Tang.
She is my alter ego during waits and idleness. And M. stands for Middle-name.


I find that talking a fictitious character more interesting than talking to a real person.

Sometimes I use Vans to live my dreams... sometimes I use her to bounce off thoughts and ideas. In this case, I use her to replace the real person who I shared this outting with.
---

More coming soon...
Next episode: To-do-list #2

Going home

His innocent eyes looked into mine, I look away in fear he saw the evil in my eyes. I work up a smile then looked to the food set before me. His innocence is intense. I shy away.

I looked , gazed upon the horizon, in attempt to escape his gaze. Beyond the reaches of my sight, i see, of mostly ugly people. Occasionally of beautiful ones, but stil mostly ugly.

From my seat, i stared at the arrivals/departures board with red displays. My flight is rescheduled. I fly in 3 hours.

Interestingly, a married couple fights drawing the highlight of the airport. Something about their baby. Screamed the woman that looked like a slut went. The man marched off with their baby. Weee..weee..weee.. the woman went on and on.

Between the hours i waited. Again glancing away at the ugly people that pushes their trollies or at people pulling their luggage. Sometimes oogling at beauties in their well curved jeans.
That's about it that happens here.

Finding 'that' tryst

What if one day, we put down all our feelings and attachments to our better half, all the memories and all the chemistry that bonds us in the first place,would we stil be able to say you love him/her?
Some might hold on and say yes they love you because:
They are insecure.
They are possessive.
They are overzealous.

The heart is always true, we all can't sense soemthing amidst when something has happened. That tiny whisper always tells you your coinscience, what's true and what's not.

I'm always a great believer of love,love compels us to real sacrifices not blind ones. If you don't love someone, don't drg on. It's nothing to do with responsibility. If that circle can't fit your square, find your square.
I'm willing to take great leaps cause I know, I have it in my hands. It's not a choice for others to make.

If you can't sort out your life, don't love.

Throne of the Prince

I'm striving to achieve my former glory. I really don't know what to put down in words, but i'm sure of my actions. Some things in life doesn't need much explanation and all this are just spontaneous thoughts running through. Everyone has a tale to tell, and through this journey, I've met very interesting people , and some rotten ones that spook around their speech. Today I've met a kin, the philosopher. It felt like mental intercourse. But in some sense, it was rape. The philosopher really reminded me of many things of myself in the past, and left me awe-struck.

I know what I have to do and I know where it will lead me. I've always analyze my actions but I miss out some key elements and finding myself taking it back. You can be driven but is that really you? I'm out on that run to find out. I'm struck on every cord.

I hope you hear from my best friends on my ideals and thoughts on this. Although sometimes I'm not sure it was necessary to say all this. I know that I will find comfort in whatever they have to say on this. I really want to hear from Deb. She'll tell me things that comforts me. I'm out in this world to Live by your own Light and Shine by your own Star.

And from CK. How even though we are so busy with our things, he still have his way to show his concerns. " Follow your heart," he would say. Something that I could easily said to myself, but it has to come from someone who cared like him, to give this wake up call.

I guess this would be a good time to mention about some other friends that unravel out of the unclear. Kim for you to ever show your over enthusiasm in my personal life. She always reminds me how fucked up this world is and still has the air about it that everything will be fine eventually. These people has exemplified the true friendship and life changing lessons. Friendship ain't objective.

All this has reminded me, what changed me in the first place. It was genuine kindness. I driven me to think what I really wanted in the first place. I want to change the world for them. Closer to reality, I might pull it off by changing lives instead of the world. It's so much more personal and rewarding.

Mong Yen really spells things right and put some fire in the belly for me today. I'm motivated and inspired.I'm impress with the level of integrity. What you truly want in life? Or are we all masked behind it all. You really made it clear of in your own way, your philosophy. Stay true to your principles. Highly opinionated.
Many could have be drawn to you by benefits possessed by you and shone away those who had less. Benefits such as material , personality tracing, the FUN-factor(being around people that are happening).
Some people might be close to others to learn things and be self absorbed in the whole experience frenzy. Hey this ain't a game, don't kill for experience. It's life.

I've so many to say, but I can't put it clearly in words. Maybe that's just what's being male all about. Lesser intellectuality in words. Speaking of which reminds me of Hui Mei how she have her good play with words still leaves me truly mused.HAH. Many of us used and are used back, in some cases- strong friendship are spawned.

All this talking also leads me to be reminded of the mental masturbating( sorry it's 430am and i cant think of a better objective excuse) Teck Houng that fills me with good thoughts.Keep it up with your good writing, and pay me endorsement fees for praising you like hell. Back to what I was initially saying.

Everytime I speak of best friends. Hilda always seems to be not in the family portrait anymore. Gaining back the friendship I once hold so true, but people grow out of friendship sometimes. I will always remember her. I really want to reach out to speak to her. But I don't regret having less initiative in putting effort into it, in life there's no time to regret. We cherished and laugh and we cried. It was happy. Always will be in my memory as one of the greatest.

And of course not to forget the enormous emotional support from Arina, at times it seems so dark, you've shown the light. I'm ever grateful. Overwhelming support although sometimes kept silent in fear of causing disturbance. I welcome disturbance. Send it those smses and calls and don't be afraid to show it. Cos it matters to me. You are important to me.

I just want to express to these people that they really molded and shaped me. I want to tell the world. "Remember your friends." Everyone deserves friendship. Have a heart for another.

A short moment with Self

Short talk: It's funny how I can make people have favourite things in their lives.

I've came so far, but I'm stil where I am. Stil at my origin, my priciples. Recent days have brought me to ponder. Sometimes of the wickedness of people; sometimes on the appreciation of life.

It's like the series Lost. The main core of the story revolves around a basic principle. No it's not about some stranded people swabbling around on some damned island. Well kinda. Which brings me to the point that it actually portrays a principle-the act of survival in which every man(or woman) it's in for himself. We don't do things without a purpose.

For instance, The black man didn't want to guard the mine if it didn't had fire arms in the cabin,cause he wanted to use the weapons to save his son. Or did the wounded needed to follow the doctor around. The intentions are obvious.

- This is my reflection when i saw one episode in LOST

Windy's Birthday Bash

At Oasis Cafe. Singing "Peng You-Guang Liang Ping Guan" with Bun Ken.

Group photo. 'Kacao b'day girl n boy' pose.



Rainy and me.


Again... Where's the rest of my pictures!!!

Group photo. 'Zheng Jing' pose.

Maybe it was last time

嘴里说的语言完全没有欺骗
屋顶灰色瓦片安静的画面
灯火是你美丽那张脸
终于找到所有流浪的终点
你的微笑就输了疲倦


千万不要说天长地久
免的你觉的我不切实际
想多么简单就多么简单
是妈妈告诉我的哲理
脑袋都是你心里都是你
小小的爱在那城里好甜蜜
念的都是你全部都是你


那一种寸步不离的感觉
我知道就叫做缘

Mungkin nanti

Maybe next time she will be coming back, when she realised it.
But that's false hope, like a fleeting dream, broken by the wake of dawn.

Those are one of the hardest words.

保重。。。
(我们还是朋友，只是普通朋友)
至少我们 正经拥有过。。。
(我会珍惜往年那时刻)
再见。。。
(还有以后吗?- Mungkin nanti?)

Stan's Theory

Just a thought if 100Kgs of rock and 100kgs of cotton is dropped from the same height, isn't the force the same?

Then why is 500 grams of cotton and 500 grams of rock dropped on ones head. The cotton will have less of a impact than of a rock when both material have the same weight.

Dammit Newton!

Round I

Some pictures from my Round I birthday party.

Welcome to the new year , asshole

I thought of writing about a new year resolution but the thought of how i began the new year kinda just made me thought of " Hey you know what... it sucks and there's not much to talk about how terrible it went". The year 2006, in a way welcomes you to the same routines and false hopes. It's like the year 2006 saying " Welcome asshole, here's to another year of torment and agony. Cheers to that!"

I remember how i saw the fireworks display through the drizzling rain. I remember how it reminded me of last year's Chinese New Year fireworks display. When you get old enough or seen enough of it, nothing is surprising anymore.

I never liked the idea of blogging about my personal life, it's like seeing your personal life flashed before your eyes in a lightly-fashioned way.

That's it for now.


I clipped my nails, empty the trash , sang numerous songs , read Electronics notes, checked my phone, ate chocolate and do things just to distract me from finishing this entry. I don't know why i procrastinated.

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.