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Thursday, 31 December 2009

pixels


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its the end of a whole year. the climax of the whole intercourse. the time we reflect on what we have gone through. the things we did. the people we came across. the wrongs we have committed.matters that is left unspoken. all in a rhetorical manner, comes back to us, one by one, floating aimlessly till it strikes us.

all this daily endeavours revolves around our interaction with people. face it, unless you are a hermit living unattached from the modern world for the greater goodness, chances are you would have dealt and manoeuvred yourself out of situations too delicate to discuss in public. i know i have. dealing with people have always been the greater concern with the public generally, except those few blessed souls whom can get away with anything. it all boils down to what do you want. at one point of time all of us are guilty of using someone to get what we want or reach to a certain level.

carefulness, seriousness. two imposters that go well together in a minute scale, sneaking into us when we least need it. use them wisely and they will be the aide from heaven, otherwise the destruction they import will never be known the cause. remember karma is as real as you and me. as you hike the success hill, never look past people as mere objects. you may never know what lies beneath them.

for me this year has brought a lot of things to the light. more tears have been shed compared the previous years. enough said, it did bring a few surprises that makes me strive on the current of globalization.

next year, will i be the same person? or can i still believe in what i believe? 2010, will it shine in the same resolution or will the pixels change? happy new year. be safe.


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Saturday, 19 December 2009

the meaning of meanings

how often have we wondered the real intention of people? how many times have we raised an eyebrow on the motives behind peoples action? how many times we have done that to people? how many times have we gotten away by saying, I did not mean to say that? is it smart to slip away by saying, i did not mean it? ponder upon this, as i did, watching raindrops splatter the glass in a surreal motion, all at once bringing panic and striking me in aura of awe. 


will write more on this, soon.



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Tuesday, 15 December 2009

random ramblings



A good read.  Superb article ..EVERY one should read and share with children.... .
Inspirational !  SHARE IT WITH CHILDREN
Power of Money, By Adam Khoo
( Singapore 's youngest millionaire at 26 yrs.)

Some of you may already know that I travel around the region pretty frequently, having to visit and conduct seminars at my offices in Malaysia , Indonesia , Thailand and Suzhou ( China ). I am in the airport almost every other week so I get to bump into many people who have attended my seminars or have read my books.

Recently, someone came up to me on a plane to KL and looked rather shockedHe asked, 'How come a millionaire like you is traveling economy?'  My reply was, 'That's why I am a millionaire. ' He still looked pretty confused.
This again confirms that greatest lie ever told about wealth(which I wrote about in my latest book 'Secrets of Self-Made Millionaires' ). Many people have been brainwashed to think that millionaires have to wear Gucci, Hugo BossRolex, and sit on first class in air travel. This is why so  many people never become rich because the moment that they earn more money, they think that it is only natural that they spend more, putting them back to square one.
The truth is that most self-made millionaires are frugal and only spend on what is necessary and of valueThat is why they are able to accumulate and multiply their wealth so much faster.
Over the last 7 years, I have saved about 80% of my income while today I save only about 60% (because I have my wife, mother in law, 2 maids, 2 kids, etc. to support).  Still, it is way above most people who save 10% of their income (if they are lucky).
I refuse to buy a first class ticket or to buy a $300 shirt because I think that it is a complete waste of money. However, I happily pay $1,300 to send my 2-year old daughter to Julia Gabriel Speech and Drama without thinking twice.
When I joined the YEO (Young Entrepreneur' s Orgn)a few years back (YEO) is an exclusive club open to those who are under 40 and make over $1m a year in their own business) I discovered that those who were self-made thought like me.  Many of them with net worth well over $5m,travelled economy class and some even drove Toyota 's and Nissans,not Audis, Mercs, BMWs.
I noticed that it was only those who never had to work hard to build their own wealth (there were also a few ministers' and tycoons' sons in the club) who spent like there was no tomorrow. Somehow, when you did not have to build everything from scratch, you do not really value money. This is precisely the reason why a family's wealth (no matter how much) rarely lasts past the third generation
Thank God my rich dad foresaw this terrible possibility and refused to give me a cent to start my business.
Then some people ask me, 'What is the point in making so much money if you don't enjoy it?' The thing is that I don't really find happiness in buying branded clothes, jewellery or sitting first class.  Even if buying something makes me happy it is only for a while, it does not last.
Material happiness never lasts, it just give you a quick fix. After a while you feel lousy again and have to buy the next thing which you think will make you happyI always think that if you need material things to make you happy, then you live a pretty sad and unfulfilled life..
Instead, what makes me happy is when I see my children laughing and playing and learning so fast. What makes me happy is when I see my companies and trainers reaching more and more people every year in so many more countries.
What makes me really happy is when I read all the emails about how my books and seminars have touched and inspired someone's life.
What makes me really happy is reading all your wonderful posts about how this blog is inspiring you. This happiness makes me feel really good for a long time, much much more than what a Rolex would do for me.


I think the point I want to put across is that happiness must come from doing your life's work (be it teaching, building homes, designing,trading, winning tournaments etc.) and the money that comes is only a by-productIf you hate what you are doing and rely on the money you earn to make you happy by buying stuff, then I think that you are living a life of meaninglessness.







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Sunday, 13 December 2009

scratched shell


the shell is scratched. the defense mechanism is in question. no more amount of compensation seem to reason the block held up high all these years. planning just doesn't seem to make sense anymore. letting it loose seem to scare the daylights out of me. the very identity that brought me through all those hurdles, is about to be reformated. maybe. i lost many years due to a dark secret that i kept to my self for more then 8 years. how can i explain? or shall i just put medication to the scratches and move on, or break free from the ties that binded me? the memory started to haunt me back. i thought i let it go, forgotten it, but now, its back, and this time, i have to face it. i have to , cause the shell is scratched.  


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Saturday, 12 December 2009

the comfort of strangers


last Thursday, i had a mock interview for an assignment to judge how prepared i am in facing the real world. i nailed it perfectly, even though i could not hide my nervousness.. when my lecturer asked me why i was extremely nervous, as i am a confident and articulate person, i replied the notion of being judged by people and having to please them to get marks, scared and made me disoriented for a moment. (+ an overdose of coffee overnight!) so i would not sound  not confident, i added up i am more comfortable with strangers then with people i know, in the case i was being judged.

at that point of time, i did not realized the depth of my statement, till i was riding back on lrt it strike me. talking with strangers have never been an issue for me. but making a point across to a person whom i know, well thats a whole different story.

i get comfortable with strangers easily. some may view it as a dangerous attribute, but i see it as a way of testing waters before plunging in. being friendly (or optimistic!) to the point of being annoying right at the first meeting is something i indulge at the spur of the moment. to many i'm a ridiculously  quiet person, but for the randomly select few, ( that includes u my dummy gummy bear!) i can be a whirlwind of spontaneity, insanity, creativity, and noise. judging from the amount of disbelieving stares i get when those who know me as the quiet sweet boy see me chattering away, i know im being my self. sounds confusing?  hahaha.. somethings are better twistted than staright forward

the norm of this society is, you have to be at the best of your behavior with unknown people, at the same time maintaining an amount of privacy, secrecy and courtesy. you can do all these without having to fake yourself right? but how many of us be ourself when interacting with new people , new surroundings, new culture? not many of us are grounded  and sincere in our daily endeavors , and yes, that includes, yours truly too. guilty as charged. yes, sometimes i have this unexplained urge to be sickly sugary and but that always flop glamorously at a point of trigger. with strangers, you are not obliged to impress them nor weasel your way with them. speaking of that, none of us are obliged to impress anyone actually. so why all the unnecessary drama?

i don't know. i seriously don't know. for one, you have to understand, as how unfamiliar you are to a stranger, that strange  you are to them. an unknown wonder. so address them  with the same level of comfort you would with any of you r friends, and trust me, even those who think they are superior among all, will know in order to be superior, you have to be inferior. so go out, explore and enjoy the world and life in comfort of your own pace. the comfort of strangers

p/s: someone told me that not to trust people easily, but the fact i trusted that person is enough than said. *wink*wink*



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Friday, 11 December 2009

crossed


just when i thought i had a friend where i can be myself and share my life, the bond was shattered. for the first time in many years, i saw tears in my eyes. i never knew you had such an impact on me.  you misinterpreted what i said, but its my fault as well for being blatantly honest. today, you brought pain, and emptiness just as you brought happiness to my life all these days.. when  i said this will never work out, you defied it and challenged it will. guess i was rite. maybe we were never meant to be together. maybe our paths are never meant to be crossed. but why i cant say goodbye yet? adamant or just a blind hope things will alright back?



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cause and effect

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u killed me with your words.  tc 



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Sunday, 6 December 2009

tough act

so much to write, so little time. maybe some other time. 
for now, lets hear the rave about the wave..^^




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Tuesday, 1 December 2009

of oldies and and the gap


soon SPM ends and this marks the starting of the ending of school life for a whole new set of kids. this will most probably be the last time many of them will wear their uniform either with heads held up high or with sheer glee that soon they can discard it off. to those who worked hard all these times, and to those who did not, may the force be with you. do well and make everyone proud.

i still remember my SPM experience. i was a science stream student, and during my time, i was the second last batch that did the science and mathematics in malay language, so we had an extra subject called est, which stands for english for science and maths. so we had 10 subjects to study for. not enough with that, because my dear dear sister took  principles of accountings as an extra subject, i was forced by my  parents to take it up too. so the total count is 11.  those were the days. being a fifth former + prefect, with tuition only for my extra subject and another weekend classes that was more of a motivation, rather than a tuition class, i somehow pulled myself miraculously to achieve a very good grade. but the the process of it, well thats another story.

a story which i see my cousin brother go through again, for he is in the hot seat now. stress and pressure from parents. a whole mountain of it. form 5, a kid will be 17 years old, in the brink of young adulthood, with the hormones raging, and mind wondering, and a period where curiosity kills more than a cat, considering one has nine lives, thats something. personally, that was the time i found my self, who i am truly, what made me, well me and i came to realize the what i can do to make an impact on the society.

on a wondering note, the phrase let them do their mistakes is a bit under appreciated. generally no one likes making a mistake unless you are psychotic lunatic with a a twisted childhood, chances are anyone will avoid making one. why this notion? life should have bends and bumps and choices between the path less trodden rather than a straight long road. it gets boring. this raises another million dollar question, which mistakes are acceptable and which isn't? as weird as it sounds, some mistakes are actually builds character  and some deeds which are deemed as appropriate and all the sugar and spice well just destroys a persons character.

so parents, instead of just pushing your kids to be another miniature you character wise, give them space to well have sense of identity, but guide when they slide a tad too far from reality. after all a cut diamond is far more worth then a raw one. so let them have their bruises and downfall, but at the same time don't think whatever they do will lead to a downfall just because it was not the way it was done in your times.

kids nowadays have more at stake then those who grew up in the rocking seventies. peer pressure is way more evident now and hell yeah it starts more early then you could say boo. so give them what they deserve, a sense of respect, a sense of pride, a sense of trust, a sense of responsibility, but be there to knock some common sense when they get carried away. now how to draw the line to start knocking sense? that my parents, is your call to find out. bon voyage!


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Thursday, 12 November 2009

register

hopefully will be seeing this tommorrow



today, an acquittance of mine, a fellow blogger, Vasantarao Appalasamy, asked me a question. am i eligible to vote and have i registered as a voter. i did try once to register, when they had a mobile booth in kl sentral once. but, alas, it seemed they had problem with their system and asked me to return in 3 months. thats the last i saw that booth, and it has been more then 3 months. however, i am extremely ashamed that i did not take the initiative to try for other means of getting my self recognized as a voice and do my duty as a citizen of this country.

currently, my predicament is shared by many youths around the nation. especially in our community. 21 is the age where there will be glamorous celebrations, a big feast,  attended by relatives, friends and well wishers. as if reaching the age of 21 is an achievement. and the key is always the symbol used to represent freedom. unlocked, it seems. if u asked me, the key is the symbol representing the locked mindset and deprived mentality of our kids. well most of them, generally. ya ya, people argue, we should celebrate life but, what there is to celebrate when you have barely experienced life? my dearies, by the age of 21, you must know what is your right as a citizen, what is your limit as a citizen and what is your privilege as a citizen of this nation. that means the one utmost thing you should celebrate and cherish, is your power to vote. the power to change the fate of our nation. some may argue, what difference that one measly vote may make? one  voice, one opinion,or one instinct is enough to bring a policy, a regulation, a leader to either fall or rise! so, every vote is a tie breaker.

each vote counts. thats the way, we contribute into building this nation of ours. keeping it feasible for our future generations. remember, this nation is ours, not to keep or claim ownership, but ours to safeguard and nurture for future generations. so that they too can enjoy all it has to offer. so be politically aware, instill a sense  pride in you, and encourage your peers to do the same. friends, take the first step to pave a brighter future. enable your self to vote. activate your right to make your voice heard. friends, register! as a voter!






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Saturday, 7 November 2009

muddy


hye kids. just read an entry in Raged Indian, dated 4th November, 2009 which says that there is this certain someone tainting the image of the writer, bro Durai if i'm not mistaken. as soon as i read it up, the one thing that comes to my mind was a qoute that my brother used say,
"if no one wants you dead, you are not working hard enough"
now, as i dont know why the the tainter did it, but what i can say is what the tainter did was certainly out of proportion in any good sense. not only the tainter dragged down a person from which i can see, certainly do not know personally,(not that i know either) , but also his friends. complete with pictures and full name. now a few days ago, i read somewhere else, in another blog about a certain diva and her attitude, rampaging on her blog  about the writer and his attitude. i have yet to read that blog, as the writer was graceful and professional enough not to put a link to the blog.

guys, its mudslinging time.

you don't like someone, start a anonymous blog, and screw them in all directions. complete with pictures and full names and nasty comments about the mother of the person. (???). someone got a bigger egg in their nasi lemak then you this morning, and you are unhappy about it? no worries, there is always the freedom of speech in internet so go ahead and knock yourself silly , telling the cyber space how err... egoistic and pariahish the person is. some people get worked up and about over the silliest matters, and unleash their inner creativity on giving the nastiest comments possible.

i even got a taste of this muddy affair myself. one of the KID at my college went out with his friends and they sported a big green frog . they decided to be funny and catch some pictures of it and post it in facebook and tag me me to it. my initial reaction was, okie we  have only spoken once or twice in this entire two years, so i was quite surprised when he tagged me in the first place, never mind as a frog. i just laughed it off , no feeling were bruised and everything was fine and sunny. then one fine day, that kid decided to call me a squid, which loosely translates as a pardon me, faggot. i got a bit furious, and said wait you, just because i'm a quiet guy, you say all these things? and he retorted back, being "creative"as he is. this when for a few rounds and it stopped. so did i start a blog tarnishing his image? nope, and i don't think so he mentioned it anywhere either ( I THINK).

the thing is , whenever someone is better then us, we would certainly feel jealous, envy the person, and wish we were better. but just wishing is not enough. we have to work for it, slough it out, get down and dirty(in a good manner, though!). not lament about how the others destroyed your already diminutive confident, or minute self respect. every one is imperfectly perfect, in their own beautiful way, and we all dance to the same beat of life, the same tune of survival. so why step down on others to get some extra mileage?  as evil a person is, as psychotic a baddie is, he will be willing to give his life to his gang members, even more true in their case than us, the so called good people. now , i'm not implying that we should start to suicide at the slightest difficulty that our dear ones face, but hey, a person is willing to give his or her life in order to another life to continue living, now is that noble or what? i once read a story of a king who gave his flesh to a eagle in equivalent to a sparrow that the eagle was hunting, so that the sparrow could live, he was given a place in heaven or something for his nobility as the two birds turn out to be heavenly creatures testing the king. what i'm saying is there is beauty in every one, if u fail to see it now, there is no reason you wont see it at all, or all the reason for you to be, well muddy.
so stop the slinging,  and start enjoying the beauty in people kids. cause life is not worth to be made muddy.
cheers


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Friday, 30 October 2009

pay attention..lolxx



 First-year students at Texas A&M's vet school were attending their first 
 anatomy class, with a real dead cow.

 They all gathered around the surgery table with the body covered with a 
 white sheet. The professor started tht class by telling
 them, "In Veterinary Medicine it is necessary to have two important 
 qualities as a doctor: The first is that you not be disgusted by
 anything involving the animal body."

 For an example, the professor pulled back the sheet, stuck his finger in 
 the butt of the dead cow, withdrew it and stuck his finger
 in his mouth.

 "Go ahead and do the same thing," he told his students.

 The students freaked out, hesitated for several minutes, but eventually 
 toook turns sticking a finger in the butt of the dead cow
and sucking on it.

 When everyone finished, the professor looked at them and said, "The second 
 most important quality is observation. I stuck in my
 middle finger and sucked on my index finger. Now learn to pay attention. 
 Life's tough, but it's even tougher if you're stupid."



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Wednesday, 28 October 2009

who me?


gosh, i so need a p.a! there are gazillion things to do and i have got the slightest idea on how to get it all done exactly.  ma ex gf messaged me after like 2 years suddenly.. don't know why suddenly she missed me..( yucks!), despite the fact i most certainly don't miss any part of her( now why does that sounds vulgar? hmmm..), i chatted with her for almost two hours.. i know i know.. but i couldn't help being nosy apparently she is with someone younger, and asked if im seeing anyone. first, i wanna say yes,( nak jaga muke la konon..) but i decided to to come clean , in a more subtle way..

                                      xgf:: sun wen u gona go steady?
                                      me : steady ah.. hahahah.. i wanna keep my options open la.. dowana commit to                                                              
                                             anyone yet

speaking of dat , wat does it mean if a girl asks u to come with her back to her home town to meet the family, in her baby nieces 30th function? still haven't replied ehm ehm.. sms..  i ony know her 4 2 weeks. she is ma cousin bros pet sis, same age damm hawt, sportin, yada yada( u know d drill) but i find it rather startling.. isnt dat like way fast? creepy, if  i may say so.  just decided to reply to her..

                                    ehm ehm: my family is doin the 30th day celebration for my niece back in my hometown.                              
                                                   i wan u 2 cum wif me to meet dem. its on 30 of oct, sat. u will cum rite?
                                              me: who me?
^^


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Friday, 16 October 2009

pre diwali


this year diwali is seeing me repeating history with fights and me being the rebel i am. n i freaking hate it. arghhh... hate my life! ( this sooooooooo not another teenager angst!)



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Tuesday, 13 October 2009

how to get over someone?


how are you suppose to get over people if they keep popping up in front of you and making it hard for you to move on??? don't they know the meaning of letting go? or they are trying to get even for being, well dumped??? arggghhhh



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Sunday, 11 October 2009

tra la la la la..tra la la la...


diwali is  fast approaching. the cleaning process has started and its more painful this year as im the only one stuck to do it. the others have found a legitimate escape route (as my dad puts it!) and me, well if i intend to stay here, i must contribute my part. and that means everything, i have to poke my head into, and smile while doing it. sigh.

off all things, the wonderful dad i have decided to chop down some trees that are around our house garden. it seems it is hard to maintain it , and it sheds too many leaves. like duh! haven't he heard the concept of pruning?  no amount of tree hugging saved the rambutan tree by the window of my granny's room. after being in existence for about 13 years, it finaly got the chop. the neighbors looked at the fiasco i created and well, lets say embarrassing your oldies publicly has its advantages. they just cut off the top it. dad and my evil aunt. nature haters. boooo!!  that was last week.

today me, mum and dad cleaned our rooms. moved everything out and washed and scrubbed it. put in back everything in and cleaned all the windows around the house. all under 4 hours. thats a new record for us, because with all the usual screaming, cursing and fighting, and without the extra help we always have, 3 of us manage to pull it off, nicely.hehehe..

still got many things do. kampooch is here. tomorrow is house cleaning again. sigh. oh well, tis the season to be jolly. tra la la la la tra la la la... bright lamps and colorful rangoli, tra la la la la, tra la la la...

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Wednesday, 30 September 2009

like my old man used to say...


earthquake galore! today, we were reminded of what happened in 2006 when platonic plates made their annual journey of shifting more rigorously then they were supposed too which in turn resulted in massive destructions for some  and long holidays for some. those were dark times, as the nations who were hit struggled to waltz back on their feet. a big feat, considering many of them were blessed with two left feet.


went to see my hamster this morning, but since hamster was playing away in dreamland, hamster was beyond the contactable range, so had to travel back  home. bummer. considering i woke up at 8 to get there by 10 am. aaahhh, the things heart and hormones make you do... so as hamster drifted off in sleep after night shift, i was on my way back on the local "tube" you tubing and facebooking, when the coach started to shake and rock like it was on heat on the dance floor. for what seemed like an eternity but was only a eight of a minute, it was kind off exciting!


i thought it encountered a roadkill of some sort that hit the trails mile high, like a dead bird or something, but sooner then i could say y'll  i was  generously hit with twits saying that its red alert as we could be possibly facing remake of 24 december 2006. god is sometimes a ridiculously funny director, who don't get cues from major blockbuster flops that he engineers. very much like some of those from the country that churns out movie like it was no ones business. oh wait, it is no one's business. thats another story, back to tsunami.


and suddenly i found myself sweating profusely even though it was freaking cold in the coach, i quickly thought that i haven't assigned who gets' what if i'm gone, i haven't graduated yet, and the lists of sin i planned to do before i face judgement day and as if, the director heard the actors woes, i heard a heavenly voice singing, "next station, ampang park... stesen berikutnya, ampang park". i quickly grabbed my bag, phone, coffee and whatever i could grab ( lolxxx ) and made my way to solid ground. and along the way, i changed the plan to get an apartment and opted for house on the ground, like my old man used to say. now thats a new addition to the list of sins that i pledge to commit. amen.



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Tuesday, 29 September 2009

grabber

why do indian men have to drink like fish? why do they have to get high and loose all self control , which will deprive all respect they have? why must they act barbaric? why must the make start to swear? why? why?
many tales from fore and yore have been told abut what happens when people get drunk and always indian men get associated with booze. I DON'T DRINK. most of my friends drink like that is the antidote for a terminal illness.


and what happens when they loose control? they loose their better judgment, if they ever had one.. last saturday an old man, probably around fifties caused a ruckus when he got drunk and grabbed a girls breast at my friends 21 birthday party.. and all hell broke loose.. 2 months of preparation lost down the drain and now she is getting the blame.. i wanna go on m1 mode hear, but..im still not ready to be that direct(or brave perhaps) yet..


gosh..im controlling so much things that is flowing  out of my mind now.. sayonara...


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Sunday, 27 September 2009

wat a saturday!

 yesterday i had a tiring and fun day out after what seemed like a gazillion years. met up with komathy and mohana at lrt ampang and waited for kuna n mythily who was yet to arrive. while waiting, again we chanced upon kalpana, who d last time we met after 4 years was during d last time d 3 of us went to see kandasamy at klcc. i was like why every time we three are together, she must show up? one answer. stalker! after bursting out into fits of hysterical and cynical laughter, they chit chat all the way till she got down at pudu while i just mhm'd and aha'd all the while and got down at hang tuah n made our way to times square where kuna was supposed to join us there straight since raj is already waiting there. met raj after so long..huhuhuh this guy sat next to me for a whole year in upper 6 n he will sms to speak to me and miss call to get my attention(call me sounds so cliche!) and hear he was all beaming and shaking hands..


had a wonderful time at the theme park till i lost track of time and that i was supposed to get a present for my college mate's birthday party that evening. asked one of my friends who i'm going with to get it and rushed back home to find my cousin sister messed up with the internet connection cables. sorted it out, showered, dressed and rushed back to lrt ampang , got down at masjid jamek and rushed to central market where he was waiting for me. got in to the car and went to the party following the crude map the birthday girl drew for me. when we finally made it, we were like one and half hours late but, hey we made it , thats more important.. had a nice evening there and since the part is just across the road fro titiwangsa lake garden, we took leave early and went for a nice stroll in the garden, talking and laughing..


around 11 pm we walked back to the car only to see a guy who was in the party shouting furiously and loudly over the phone about wanting to take a guys hand.. the gate was closed, and most of the guests, comprising my mates school friends, who are girls as she is from a girls school, standing outside looking scared . we did not wait to see what is groin to happen and quickly made our way  to the car and zipped off from there.. still yet to here  form my mate on what happen.. tomorrow our class resumes back after two weeks raya holidays and i will find out then..



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Sunday, 20 September 2009

post raya


happy eid to all my dear muslim friends who, after a month of fast, will be welcomin the month of syawal with forgiveness and an open heart. selamat hari raya aidilfitri dan maaf zahir dan batin.






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Wednesday, 2 September 2009

last nite



this is the last nite of my sem break that saw many actions or rather changes in my life. tomorrow i will begin my classes with a new sense of freedom. no pretending , but no dual life either. sad, when people you expect to be there for you turn their back and start to condemn and alter you into their reality. really sad.

well, to a new beginning, to a new fight, to a new identity, to a new journey. baby, this is the nite. the last nite..
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Tuesday, 1 September 2009

merdeka


it's that time of the year again. the time where the superiors makes all kinds of gimmick , enticing people into actually thinking that they are the guardians of national identity. the time where people get all wrapped up insemangat patriotik. the time where the flag war starts. the time where the advert people start to make money. the time where, well politicians urge to make more movies about war heroes to educate the young about the sacrifices that they make. kids its MERDEKA time..

besides being a way too much overated holiday, that lost its purpse way before i was born, MERDEKA do have have its message to all of us. nope, its not unity, or perpaduan or one malaysia or two kl or three selangor or stuff.. cause all this is useless if we fail to, well accept. not like in this-is-our-fate-we-are-so-doomed-tiil-eternity kind off thingy, but in a more subtle way, to acknowledge the presence of others and accept them as part of our rich community. rich in the sense of culture, talent, and personality. accepting the others who are different from us, people who don't share the same view with us, will definately pave the way to bridge any gap that is between us.

next i would really love to see change is the cleanliness habbits of our fellow citizens. first, stop throwing rubbish anywhere and everywhere except the bin. and i do dearly hope that there are more rubbish bins available throughout the country, especially zones which has high human traffic. the already available one are eithersedang diselanggara or out of porportion and shape. there is no prize for slam dunkin rubbish into the bin or free throws give any marks to any imaginary teams the cracked up wackos conjured up with. as disgustin as it may sound, many of them dont even give a second thought before pursing the lips and pushing the saliva with brute force out of their system. yes, spitting is anther sickly mortifying habbit of our fellow malaysians. thats one things that they are united in. all are the same breed.

love to cakap cakap a bit panjang, but i dont have the mood nor the nergy..so im ending this post abruptly with a video i took while waitng for lrt at masjid jamek.. H A P P Y M E R D E K A people...

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video

Monday, 10 August 2009

68 pages

i just finished watching a movie called 68 pages by sridar ragayan.

68 Pages : Director: Sridhar Rangayan | Genre: Drama | Produced In: 2007
Synopsis: A searingly honest film about five lives marked by pain and bound by hope - in 68 Pages of a counselor's diary. A transsexual bar dancer, a prostitute, a gay couple - characters often ignored by Bollywood take center stage to tell their stories of pain and trauma, of happiness and hope, of stories never dealt with sensitively. Coming from a country like India that is still in denial, '68 Pages' rips open the underbelly of its society to reveal how it stigmatizes and shuns those who are HIV+ or even those who just want to be what they are.

it stirred something inside me that i thought i lost a long time ago when my serene world came crashing down. my strength to fight the odds. despite what people may think of me, i never let it keep me down or stop me from proving my sceptics wrong. why now? because i realized in my struggle, no one will ever understand me. no one. when there is expectation for one to understand you for who you are, and not discriminate it, you will be crushed when the ones you look upon doesn't. forget about the world, people will keep talking as long as they have tounges but when the ones you love act the same way when all this while they have supported you, cared for you and stood up for you.... let you down, you will shatter into tiny pieces. thats what happened to me. so from now on, no more expectation,
but this movie told an entire diffrent message. learn to love again. love life, love who you are. never loose hope. and most importantly, learn to live your life as from pain , blooms hope and from hope, will bloom love that will fill your lifes eternally.

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Saturday, 8 August 2009

one month afta confession...

lol...okie, not like its happy or what..but yeah...im actually feeling better now that its out. im done with pretending that everything is okay. so now its time to party...^^

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