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 @$$.

Nine Grecian Muses - #1

At some point in our lives, we will be at full-scale battle with ourselves. And we will wonder why everyone else is laughing except us.
At some point in our lives, however, we will confront it like an ant in a whirlpool. Find ourselves grappling with the meaning of life, squirming in our own skin.
We can't handle the guilt when we commit dubious acts even if we don't know it yet.
And hell is every moment we depart from our true nature.
We waste our lives entertaining people we hate and doing things we despise and we do it with a smile.
Deny your feelings, I say. People will love you for it. They want you to be what they wish you could be. You are a physical manifestation of their imagination.
After a while, you won’t remember who you are. You just watch yourself play the role you are expected to. Life is like making a movie about making a movie.
In other words:
“Please resist the temptation to be yourself.”

For instances:
“I’d love to meet someone that hardly signifies your presence.”
“I’d love to listen to your sob stories.”
“I’d love to have an awkward yamcha sessions with absolute strangers.”

I've heard things like:
“You are the perfect guy for me BUT…”
“Please try to yourself.”

The real you is irrelevant.

Map for Lovers

"We’re just two lost souls swimming in fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground and how we found the same old fears "
Stumbled over this quote.

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, well i'll be a good boy sitting at home studying for my upcoming midterms. I'm enjoying my single life despite the recent lost in love. Ah yes...one day at a time. A patched heart. It's been months now.

A lighthouse beaming encircling source of light searching the farstretched oceans.Like a holocaust offering up a sacrificial that is entirely consumed by flames. Like a dressing or covering applied to protect a wound or sore. Like a grandballroom sated with the sounds of violins.Like human profiles,solid figures that were silhouetted against the setting sun.Like a shimmer of a lonestar settled between serene skies and the horizons of a bright blue sea. Like a girl fumbling to find her black silk dress at the corner of her dresser. Like flickering flames leaping off the wicks of chandeliers. Like Louvre, only a fraction of Lourve are on the walls but the rest are in the basement, where it houses painting of art such as Da Vincci, Michelangelo, David, Chardin.Like when a charming man says "Comment doux vos regards de visage doucement encerclés par le clair de lune doux"- 'How sweet your face looks gently encircled by the soft moonlight' in French.

Thats love.

Im not very good with women.Perhaps i haven't found the right one.Maybe.Maybe this love thing is just like a grown-up version of Santa Claus,just a myth we believe since childhood, so we keep joining clubs, buying magazines, watching movies with hip hop songs played over a love montage and its all in this pathetic attempt to explain why our love Santa keep getting caught in the chimney.

Straight from The Gut

My friend’s friend did this... my friend’s friend did that…
Isn't it strange that someone else's third degree friend has all the fun you will never get to experience in your life?
Isn't it strange that they are never your immediate friends?

It is strange that they only exist as a third degree friend but never as a real person.
I wonder how it’s like being a third degree friend. Your tales and exploits are often told over dinner tables, cafes and idle chit chat sessions. People find you fascinating and your adventures are worth evangelizing to other people. You are a legend without a name.
Your legacy lives on...

Homecoming

When i was young, i listen to the radio waiting for my favourite song...
That's how going home feels like.

It's 8.05am, i rose from my slumber,quickly i assigned myself to tasks of my departure.Hastily off i went to KL on a 10am bus which requires me to take the local bus before 9am to reach Melaka Sentral.
Beds of chrysanthemum cultivated in the richest blossoms caught a glint in my eye where their showy flower heads radiate colours of gold and yellow in their greatest splendor. The feeling of admiration dabbed in the excitement of going back home mixed with anticipation of going to Cyberjaya.
Met Wilz at the bus terminal. Simple chats were exchanged between us. Catching on some sleep amidst my journey.Reach Kl at 10 minutes past noon.Our paths diverge under the illuminated sky. Cyberjaya here i come!

Anyway.

It's my first time to Cyberjaya by bus. I called Cavi to clarify directions to Cyberjaya. Minutes later i find myself in front of Mydin, a shopping complex. Behind the complex stations hordes of buses to transport and enfold passenger from KL to their destinated places.
During a bypass at Putrajaya, my mind was captured by a fountain with water flow jetting high up into the air...The silvery water reflected in the glory of the sun in magnificence that spellbounded me.

*****

Reached Cyberjaya at 1.40pm. The bus disembark me in front of Cyberia. Greeted with warm smiles by Arina at Cyberia Condominium.
After a light exchange of daily tribulations joined by a few of Arina's senior, we went to McD for lunch.
We had alot of Happy Meals at the table. Alot of McD collectibles as well.LOL.The thoughts just captivates me.
We went to Cyberia to collect my bag and hang about there till it's 5.15pm.

*****

Reached Putrajaya Transit Station to KLIA. Regretted didn't invited Arina to accompany me at the station. 20 minutes later , im off to KLIA.
Upon arrival i could see the magnificence of Kuala Lumpur International Airport.Disembark quickly and headed up the stairs from the platform.
Check my ticket out-at the wrong place and wondered around like a lost bunny into some technical surveilance complex.Ooops.
Headed back to where i checked out my ticket.
Climb over the steel barrier(tear one of my muscles in my bum while doing so) while being noticed by a security officer. Stopped by him(obviously),explained everthing then off i went (gathering valuable experience points).
Checked-in .Went sight seeing. I love airports-such a lovable place, a place where you see couples hugging and blow kisses while saying their goodbyes. Family reunite. People meeting up.Warm cheers.This reminds me of a song ,"What a Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.

It seems that whatever dispute in the past seems to dissipate at that instant.

Found a bookstore and bought Angela's Ashes-Frank McCourt. Read while waiting for my departure.
Depart at 8.40pm and arrived home at 11.00pm.
Home alast.

(I wanted to write this to signify that i actually went through the hassles of homecoming.
In times as my memory serves me well and it does me less and less, i just want to recall of this event.Sometimes when we asked ourselves " What did i do last week ? " . If we forgotten what we actually did and there wasn't a witness to clarify our presence, it's like we actually didn't existed for the past week.)

Freedom Fighters

I want to be an unpredictable bomb
I want to strike fear in every person I loath so much
I want to look morons straight in the eye and give my condolences to their family members

But I won’t. Not because I don’t want to, but I can’t. Society drew strict guidelines to how I am allowed to conduct myself. I am free as long as I follow the rules. It sounds very much like prison except you don't have to share shower rooms.

“Freedom” is like a Unicorn. It exists only in our minds but it doesn’t exist

I sympathize for anyone who hangs on the concept so pitifully

Freedom of speech
Freedom of press
Human rights

All lies...lies...hypocrisy...

Statice

It's an evening under the pale sky, how wonderful it is .To welcome once more, to feel all those many relentless aesthetic feeling especially a distinctive and pleasing one. Often i find myself associating it with a particular time and place-A dinner meal at 6 o'clock.
Sitting across my table is a table seated with six girls.Chatting coquettishly with each other.Typical as they seem. I imagined having a stimulating conversation with them, teasing and flirting. As how i often conjecture having exchanges of thoughts, opinion and feelings with strangers in the bus or even in transits. As the sparks of interest dies down in me, i began to sum up that they are few who has the ability to kindle intelligent conversations. Where is she again?
A plane high up in the sky, so far away that only a flicker of light could be seen in our fast darkening world.How distinct it was yet unreal.
Quicken my glance i let my vision sprawl over another table , a mother and a child catches my glance.
The mother half-heartedly congratulated the child on getting into her chair and proceeded to settling her down. By now I looked to where the child pointed, and rightly so, she was looking my way, admiring the simple things of life-marvelling at people who look different from themselves, birds ,cars and correctly putting it, they seem to enjoy life and the world better. Children seem to be that much more perceptive than us, that they look around and notice things, while we look around and only see. Should we envy them that, admire their naivety or cherish our ignorance?

How it dawns in me that the sky is broken.