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