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

In my own words

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

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

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

This is who i am.

Fact of the day

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

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

All in a day's work

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

BUSY

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

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

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

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

Someday you and i will lead the way. Carpe Diem

He called and asked

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

To Mel

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

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

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

How would you want to be remembered?

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

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

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

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

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

So how would you like to be remembered?

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Read also :

Dodo

Opinion Hated

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

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

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

The Apple Tree

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Flashback

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

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

Eventually i got out of that teenage angst of mine.

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

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

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

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

Surroundings

Pink Piggie Bank

Taekwondo

I enjoy martial arts, one of which is Taekwondo.
In Taekwondo there are a few mainstreams, the popular ones would be :
World Taekwondo Federation (WTF) and International Taekwondo Federation (ITF)

Currently i'm associated with WTF after coming to university.I was converted from ITF.
I achieved my black belt 1st Dan in ITF.

Just a little insight
In WTF, when someone attempts a kick at you, parry or avoid the attack.
In ITF , when someone attempts a kick at you , block or punch the attacker's leg.
I've observed that WTF is sports based and ITF is martial-art based.


Who is mightier in taekwondo? WTF or ITF ?
Of course it's ITF.
Why? cos' ITF are initials for " I'm The Fucker ".
WTF enthusiasts : " What The Fuck?!? "

Sand Castle in the Sky

Long ago, when i was 7 years old. I had a dream.
I dreamed that i owned a sand castle in the sky. Everyone from around the globe flocked to the castle to take a glimpse.
I realized that any individual/organisation that throned of any industry; real estates, computers, energy, investments, are the top people/companies of the world.



What if we can make something(tourism) to attract the whole world's attention, won't it generate profits, create revenues for the nation? The Italian government raked in sums of cash from the thousands of people that rallied to attend the Pope's funeral.
Anyway, i've always believed in human resource, that's why i chose engineering; since i'm going off into a business venture in the near future. I get both sides of the coin, the business world and the science world. That's a good volume of people. The downside of things is that you'll meet the crushing wave someday and it's up to you to challenge it. In almost everything you do, there's the crushing wave, but that doesn't happen in the sky right? If we succeed in overcoming it, the kingdom in the clouds shall thrall, else swept away from existence.

Anyway, i guess it's back to 'Paris hotel fire kills 15 people' or 'Bush signs bankruptcy bill' for journalists around the world.
The typical, mundane articles you see in your local newspapers everyday.

One Step Closer

I've always believed that it's never too late to learn things.

Learning in some people is often associated with pride and self.
My gay high school principal once said : " I'm too old to learn driving, what will the driving school say? "
What's there to be ashamed about? It's always a good thing to learn up new things that will enrich your life. Be multi-directional and open, you'll need it for future preferences; in business, in that dream career,even in development of your interpersonal skills. Explore depths and uncharted lands i'll say. Follow your impulse. Persue those that your heart tells you, chase that wild dream, go after that whisper of a thrill.

Too old you say?
Colonel Harland Sanders, born September 9, 1890, actively began franchising his chicken business at the age of 65.Seeing the end of his business in 1950's ,when a highway was planned to bypass the town where he ran his operations. He persevered and continue his secret recipe.You know the rest, how that piece of deep fried chicken skin got to you and added inches to that waist line. And it all began with a 65-year-old gentleman who used his $105 Social Security check to start a business.
Thats 'finger lickin' good for you.

I learn to ride a bicycle when i was 19 years old. Go ahead laugh.I wasn't blessed with opportunities.I wasn't presented with opportunities like learning the piano or music which some whine pathetically saying it's the endurement of hardship of the highest degree.
I'll say this, it was one of my humblest moments of my life.
Going to a nearby field in my neighbourhood (Tmn.Kerjasama) ,trying to learn to ride that crummy old steel frame, getting laughed by kids half my age, watching me fall of a bike that i borrow from a friend which also laughed at me for learning to ride at this age. And being greeted at the field by kids every weekend in anticipation to watch me crumble to the ground. I was depressed, like a trophy display of bruises.
And for the sake of dramatization, i shall use to word 'despair' to depict my undertakings.It ain't easy learning in such conditions. There were times where i wanted to pick off the kid from his feet and sock him in the jaw. Of course i didn't, it's just those things that you imagine in your mind.
But it's all worth it. It's accomplished.

I've learned a few lessons:
1. Always be enthusiastic and optismistic.
2. Seize it, the world is yours for the taking and make opportunities.
3. If there's a couple of kids sniggering at you, ask them to fuck off.

Lately i've been busy with Adobe Photoshop CS and a little C programming.
Learning up guitar tabs as well.
Shall brush up on it during the holidays.Would like to be fully proficient at it.
Disregarding the negative remarks and lack of support my friends show.

So what's so uptight about learning? It's not like you have a leaked pad stuck between your thighs and you had to walk a mile.

Holiday Plans

I'll be off for holidays.

Camp details:
DATE : 18th - 21st April 2005 (Monday - Thursday) 4D3N
VENUE : CCC, Batu Feringgi, Penang

Cyberjaya/KL details:
DATE : 24th April 2005 (Sunday)

Homecoming details:
DATE : 29th April 2005 (Friday)
TIME : 3.15pm

*Happy holidays to my MMU mates' .*

Yahoo!

You have no idea how much you can learn about your friends' daily lives just by reading their Yahoo! status messages.
Anything from having exams to missing their lil' stuffed animals to whining about daily trivialities. It's all there.



Speaking of instant messaging, i might just be a 37 year old pedophilic man with two daughters, placing a picture of a 20 year old young man, lurking behind an internet identity.
On the other hand, i could just be female, a women behind the identities of "men" that prefers not to be identified as women because of the irritating minority of socially inept males who think that anyone with a female name wants to become romantically involved with them.

Then again, i might just be a 20+ perv male acting out a fantasy of being a sexy ,kittenish female teen that doesn't work in front of the mirror.

Dance of the Rain Fairy

If I were the rain , I would bind the sky and the earth, whom in all eternity will never unite.

Towering from heavens to ground below
Into my hands silver tears of sky
Raindrops fall on me
Gentle cries sprinkles my thoughts to peace
Of endless random tapping water beads
Raindrops fall on me
Svelte rain drops batters like falling crystals
Giving applause to my freezing grief
Raindrops fall on me



It's been a week since it rained like this. Pluie often left me with a feeling of loneliness.
She always reminded me of my heart as she murmurs my name and bids me adieu.
Fleeting off knowing that you'll come back one day. Pluie, goodbye.

Just like the rain, would I be able to bind two hearts together?

Comic Strip

Watch Naruto. For more information click here.

Dodo

Why do people hang on to dear life while others just let it slip?
Irony.

Man in India leaps into train tracks when train is just inches from him to save a rotten shoe which he kicks off his feet.
Equals to
Dodo bird(The Ice Age) attempts to save a melon ,plunges along with the melon into a boiling tar pit.

Some people lives their life merely of the lack of reasons to die. Maybe we're just like that pre-historic chipmunk with the fluffy tail chasing after an acorn. Just like how we chase after a dream, ending up becoming 'maggot combo meal' or 'bacterial orgy feast' 35 years later.
Life goes on exactly as planned, we go to school get good grades. Earn a scholarship, then get out into the working world, work out a success plan in mind. We won't get cancer or be like the 5634 people that died in road accidents(2003).

Those are for losers and society's misfits. It won't happen to us, we have a plan. But WE are differrent. We will continue without a doubt and neglect our families, cause that ounce of success will compensate the hours not spent with family and friends.
We have the characteristics to succeed.We got what it takes to met new challenges and will grow old to tell our grandchildren of our success stories.
We're heading for the victorious horizon!


We're going to face extinction

Dating Tips

"There are three possible parts to a date, of which at least two must be offered:
Entertainment, food, and affection. It is customary to begin a series of dates with a great deal of entertainment, a moderate amount of food, and the merest suggestion of affection.
As the amount of affection increases, the entertainment can be reduced proportionately.
When the affection is the entertainment, we no longer call it dating. Under no circumstances can the food be omitted."

—Miss Manners' Guide to Excruciatingly Correct Behaviour

Mommy, i wanna use my preferred sex washroom

I've been asked to write more provocative or controversional thoughts.Fuzbu suggests that i should expand and explore different writing scopes.

A slippery slope is a condition created by a culture that accepts no absolute values:
Everything is a matter of opinion. For example, consider the following.

Choose the statement that best reflects your opinion:

THE TEN COMMANDMENTS(heh)

1. I think same-sex marriages should be legal, but I don't really think they should adopt children.

2. I think homosexual behaviour should be legal, but I don't really think they should do homosexual acts in public.

3. I think homosexuals should be able to do what they want where they want, but I think homosexual unions should be illegal.

4. I think homosexual unions should be legal but I don't really think they should marry.

5. I think homosexuality is a deviant behaviour. People who engage in homosexual acts should be helped to overcome those tendencies.

6. I think same-sex marriages should be able to adopt children, but I don't really think they should indoctrinate them about their lifestyle.

7. I think homosexual couples should be able to teach their children what their values are, but I don't really think they should have sex with them.

8. I think man-boy sex should be legal if condoms are used, but I don't really think they should have sex without condoms.

9. I think man-boy sex should be legal if the child is consenting, but I don't really think they should rape or abuse them against their will.

10. I think what goes on in the bedrooms of the nation is none of the government business.

Some people choose to go along with even the most preposterous of these statements.
Most of the times these are suggested by the media and by the 'Progressive' mentality that excludes the concept of right and wrong, but discovered a new virtue:

"The virtue of the middle ground "

There's no right and wrong(nihilist). It's about what i think and what you think
(which by the way, doesn't really matter)

Teruterubouzu

Teruterubouzu are the little ghost-figures that you see sometimes, hanging in windows.
They’re sun-charms and children make them for the Tanabata festival,because part of the legend is that if it rains the river will be too wide for the birds to bridge and the heavenly lovers will be unable to meet.

Rain, as it is symbolize as tears. A broken heart and sad passing. I recalled when my friends went through these times, often i offer these rain wards as supportive emblems in poignant and heartrending moments.



I remembered making one out of paper in a café.

Acid Pour Test

In conjunction with April Fool's Day, here's today's special entry:
Let's say you marry your current girlfriend.

You blatantly say you'll be loyal and faithful to her.
That you love her for everything she is.

Subject: Yes, you've guessed it, your current girlfriend/wife.
Test #1: Acid Pour Test.
Happily coupled/married for two years.
One day, your girlfriend/wife comes back home with acid poured over her face.
Q & A session :
Will you still love her?
"Erm...yes i do."
How do you publically show your affection?
(I'll avoid her in public like she's some kind of disease)
*Fakes a plastic grin*
" I'll love her for EVERYTHING she is ."
We know, all men lie.Just spare us from feeling guilty for no reason.

Test #2: The Past.
Happily coupled/married for two years.
Wife: I had sex with all my previous boyfriends.
Husband: All 3 of them?
Wife: 14 to be precise.
Husband: Well i thought we should be truthful to each other.
Wife: It's the past, besides you haven't met me then.
*snuggles up to husband*
Husband: You've said that we had the best sex together.
Wife: Well i say that to everyone, besides Vincent was so much better.
Husband: ....
Wife: Not to mention Mr. Ivans at the bar.

No man survives these tests. Alright... i was generalizing.There are exceptions.
Your boyfriend is exceptional right?

Riddle

峨嵋山上不见山，
只见有人在云端，
竹林之下有座寺，
偶尔要有人陪.

Hint: Read my previous posts in chinese.

My Best Friends

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

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

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

p/s: Sorry for stretching you face HiL.

*Flutters by*

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

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

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

bLesSed NeW yeAR evRyonE!!!!

Saturday 01.01.05 [1:42 am]

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

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

Cheesey phrases :
They start their entry by writing

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

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

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

Zoo Keeper

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

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

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

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


( Just read on anyway.)


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

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

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

Welcome to Duraplas® Plastic Co.

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

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

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

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

Where'd My Weekend Go?

Work has stacked precariously over our desks.

Enough said.

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

Surroundings

Often i came by people that are amusing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pink Piggie Bank

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

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

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



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

Anyway,

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

Call your friend. Help is on the way!

Demon's Orchestra

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

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

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

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

Fugacious

"真爱不是取代而是心中永恒的存在。"

我本人之名言。谢谢欣赏。

Pit of my Heart

I've asked myself :

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

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

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

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

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

I break my heart as a precaution.

Theory of Relative Happiness

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

Scientific evidence? I'm still working on it.

Waiting

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

My Morning Shrine

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

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

Anyway.

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

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

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

Crimson Ceiling

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

Anyway.

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

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

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