Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Of Hats and Subjects








" With Literature, you can wear the yellow hat but with Law - it's the black hat all the time. "



- Mr. P, the stranger in the train
who feared
I might get whiplashed
from the way
I was sleeping
and
whose roof is leaking.
Oh,
and he frequents
the Internet Cafe
near my house
too.




Law , oh Law. Why must you be so black?
Okay, I sound like a colourist.
Whatever.










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Which hat do you wear? White, red, black, yellow, green or blue?

Click HERE to know more about the Thinking Hats.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Alone; A Fictional Story I've Created

It started with my MUET teacher encouraging us 6AA2 students to write anything for our school (or ex-school to most of you) since it'll be our last year. One morning, I had a story stuck in my head until I couldn't sleep in the car on my way to school. So here it goes...

It was a fine day. The Mother of Light shone her glorious rays onto our planet, giving life to Mother Nature. A pair of yellow mynahs flew across the neatly-trimmed field, a sight I had not seen for a while. Not far from where I was, a magpie sang proudly, the wind carrying its melodious voice for anyone who cared to listen.

Tranquility – a feeling I had not experienced for a long time.

Where am I, you might ask. Well, my answer would be a place where it would always be crowdedon weekdays. Need more clues? Sure. This particular place is noisy during the day and dead quiet by nightfall. Still can’t figure out? All right, how about this – the place consists of students and teachers. Right you are! I’m in a secondary school. Ironically, I’m not where I’m supposed to be.

You have to forgive me for playing with your mind. It’s just that I like to speak in riddles, or else this whole conversation would be boring, won’t it? Or has it become boring to you? If so, I apologise for that, but please humour me a while longer. I’ll go easy on you this time.

Back to the point. As some of you had found out by now, I’m not in class at the moment. To be more specific, I’m on top of one of the trees in the school field. Yes, I am running away and no, it’s not from the discipline teacher. It’s Life that I’m avoiding.

Life has been unkind to me. Schoolwork keeps pouring in like a waterfall; rough, vicious and unforgiving. Although it was indirect, I knew the teachers were expecting excellent results from me. I could tell by their endless praises and encouragement. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mean to blow my own trumpet, but that’s reality, and reality sometimes bites you hard. They might not notice, but they were really giving me a hard time in maintaining my results.

Pressure; that’s the word that explains it all.

Truth be told, I can’t handle even the slightest pressure. Pressure makes me panic easily, never failed to get me distracted, and eventually I’ll lose my cool. I started talking harshly, spitting obscenities once in a while to my friends for no apparent reason whatsoever. In the end, their numbers slowly diminish, and no matter how much I apologise, I will never get back the feeling to have such great, helpful, and funny friends.

Things were much more unpleasant back home. I was constantly the victim of their incessant quarrels. “Their” refers to my parents, for your information. Worse comes to worse, when one of them throws in the towel (storming off after a row, to be exact), I would be the lucky substitute for one of their bickerings and shoutings. Imagine being called a “stupid, hopeless child of his” or an “idiotic, good-for-nothing child of hers.”

Well, I guess I have to end my sad, sappy story here. Seems like some school prefects on duty patrol have found me. The look on their faces is expected, but there are things that still puzzles me though – what made them look at me like that?

Is it because of the way I dress?

Is it because of the way I look?

Or is it because of my rotting body, suspended in the air, a thick rope biting through my neck, and bulging red eyes staring lifelessly down at them?

By the way, thanks for spending time with me. I‘m looking forward to another pleasant chat with you. Next time, why don’t you bring along some friends? Why not?

They always say “the more the merrier”, right?

So, how was it? Did it have a suspense/shocking effect on you? If not, then I have failed to impress the readers. By the way... NEVER, EVER TRY THIS ANYWHERE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, SO DON'T SUE ME, OKAY?!

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Shoes or Chocolates?

I saw Wei Ren's personal message on his MSN.

Wei Ren - Make a wish. "I wanna be irresistible to women!" *POOF!* A box of chocolate!

I think shoes are more irresistible to women. Am I right or am I wrong? I know some girl friends who dislike chocolates. There are some who dislike shoes too. Chocolates might be too sweet sometimes. Fattening of course. No doubt there are chocolates which are fat-free. Shoes with heels hurts? Is that true? Shoes that aren't too high won't hurt much do they?

So, the thing is which is better? Shoes or chocolates?

Monday, April 14, 2008

A for Apple


A long time ago… there was a huge apple tree..

A little boy loved to play with it....

He loved to climb the tree, loved to eat apples…loved to take a nap under its shadow

Years moved on…

The boy grew up…

And he no longer played around the tree .. .. .. One day the boy returned….

The tree called him.. “Hi.. Come and play with me..”

The boy replied.. “I am not a kid. I don’t play with tree” “I play with toys. I need money to buy toys.”

The tree said… “I don’t have money but you can take all my apples and sell them. You will get
the money.”

The boy picked all the apples of the tree and went away.. He sold the apples and obtained money… he bought lots of toys…

But he didn’t return … .. The tree was again sad… .. ..

One day the boy came, he is a
young man now…….

The tree said… “HI… Why are you sad? Come and sit under my shadow… I am feeling very lonely without you...”

The man (boy) said… “I don’t have time… I work for my family… I want to build a home for them… I need money…”

The tree said.. “I don’t have money… You can take my branches and trunk… and build your home…”

The man (boy) became happy…

He cut all the branches and trunk of the tree…

And built a home for his family….

Again the tree became alone.. .. The man (boy) didn’t return.. … Time moved on ..

After a long while the man (boy) came back.. .. He was so old… looking sad… tired… and lonely..

The tree asked him.. “Why are you sad.. I wish.. I can help you but I don’t have apples.. I don’t have branches…. I don’t even have shadow…

Nothing to offer you…

The old man (boy) replied… “I am tired of my life… I am alone…” I just need you… Can I sit down at your roots.”

The old man (boy) sat down .. Both were happy & weeping …

Is the boy really cruel and selfish?

Most of us are all like him… treating our parents like that….

The tree is like our parents. We love to play with them when we were kids… We leave them alone…and remember them only when…

We are in need or in trouble

We don’t have time for our parents…

No matter what, parents will always give everything….

To make us happy and solve our problems…

And in return what they want is …. just our company!

Please love your parents… Don’t forget about them… Give them Time… Give them your company…

They will be happy by seeing you happy.

Monday, April 07, 2008

The HOrrible Stench

courtesy of JoDee (who is my sis btw..in case u ppl dunno)

It stinks up here again.That horrible stench is coming from the cat poop.Again.Ok, first let me tell u the background of the cat story.

About 2 months ago, this mother cat(neighbour's)had 3 kittens. 2 orange-y, 1 grey-ish. And because the grey one was grey in colour, unlike the mother cat and her other two kittens, she abandoned it(goodness knows where)and that kitten was never seen around our neighbourhood ever again.Seriously..

And for some reason,the upstairs balcony of my house happens to be like the cats' favourite hangout place.

So she has 2 orange kittens.Initially she'd like to separate her two kittens, taking them down from my balcony in turns.

But since last month, the mother cat seemed to have abandoned this particular orange(with stripes) kitten upstairs.She still visits her striped orange kitten here occasionally(at least some part of her is still feeling some mother-cat-responsibility), but she's mainly living downstairs with her other orange kitten downstairs, in my neighbour's hse.We have even fed the striped kitten sometimes.Haha.

So this striped orange kitten(hmm..okay let's call it Tiger.Lol.)appears at the window of my mum's bathroom sometimes.It's way eerie i tell u.You'll just casually turn on the light, mentally prepared 2 do whatever u were planning to do, and before u can even close the bathroom door, you'll hear a loud meow..You look up and bam there the kitten is, perched comfortably at the window.
Meowing loudly looking for sympathy.
Staring at u.

You can't even do anything anymore.I mean, it's staring at u.So usually when Tiger appears at the window, i'll just look at it, back out, and use the bathroom downstairs.

That day(sometime last week)Tiger appeared again.At the window of my mum's bathroom.And i decided that i wasnt gonna take this appearing and disappearing from this cat anymore.I mean, i even had to sacrifice the leisure of using my mum's bathroom sometimes.So what did i do? I talked to Tiger.At certain points, it almost seemed as if Tiger understood me.Hahaha.The conversation(or monologue, more like) went something like this:

Me:You have to stop doing this.You're a grown cat now, anyway.You're not a little kitten anymore.And this is the human world. What are u even doing here? Ur world is downstairs, there with ur mother and sibling and all the others.You can't keep doing this, and we can't keep feeding u..You're grown up now and gotta take care of urself, find ur own food.Do those stuff that a normal cat would do.Yea, why cant u be normal and go find ur other cat friends, huh?

Tiger: -looks stunt that i was talking to it..then suddenly looks down, looking sad, with a little frown on its face, as if it was taking in whatever that i was telling it-

Me: Yea, it's true.Whatever im telling u is true, isnt it?

Tiger:-frowns even more-

Me: Yea..that's what u gotta do. Are u scared to jump down or smtg? U have to learn how to do all this as a cat.Finding ur own food, especially.We can't keep feeding u all the time, you know.U have to be independent.

Tiger:-suddenly stands up, stretches, gives a big yawn.Then turns around, with its back facing me, and plops down again.-

Me:Oh, look at that. U've got ur back facing me now.I'm boring u, huh? Am i boring u?!

Tiger:-no respond-

Me:Oh, all right.But i'm just reminding u that u can't stay here forever, ok? U have to leave.Find ur own life. Live it as a cat should.Which is downstairs, not up here.Find ur own cat friends!*lectures it a bit more*

Tiger: -stands up, stretches, and pauses for a moment.then looks down, after hesitating again, it jumps down(either to the roof or to my neighbour's or somewhere).

Me: -blinks.-Did it get my message?

Haha.I surprised myself by talking to the cat.I actually talked to it..goodness.

And before this, it has already pooped on the balcony about twice.Everytime it does, mum has to wash the balcony.And i thought after my pep-talk with it, it wouldn't come back here again(haha);mum tried to chase it downstairs too.

But that horrible stench is back.Cat poop.

Either Tiger's, or the mother cat's, or another member of the clan..Hmm.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Joseph Wei Ren

Crap what happened to the class blog? Joseph and Wei Ren acting like gays fighting over Jeff Dunham? Want to fight also fight for someone like Sophia Bush or Leah Dizon la... But nvm la since you ppl keeping this blog alive.

We're back to the basic blog skins. The song Tear drops on my Guitar still remains. Gay song XD..

XD

"By Joseph"

Wei Ren..Eh..dude..if i'm gay...u're...ah..never mind..lol..i hav a collection of his vids la..tot i'd juz recommend to our class la yo..dat's why i said i'm sure some of u would hav heard of him..

lol..Gotta work wei..weekend gone d..projects and all kind of crap flying my way..Take care people..
Peace out y'all!
Josef
"p

joseph is old and gay...

WOAHAHAHAHHAHAAAA!!

but really la... jeff dunham? i have his vids favourite-d on youtube.

if you really want em... i've just posted em...

and if you REALLY REALLY want em... ask me... i can download for you >_<

KL..add tis video to our blog man..

Tis dude..Jeff Dunham is great man..if u havnt heard of him (which i'm sure u already have..) he's a ventriloquist:
An entertainer who makes their voice seem to come from a dummy of a person or animal.

Search him out on YouTube..he should be there..sum wacky crazy original things..not your regular ventriloquist..check out his dummies: Peanut, Jose, and this scene with Peanut, his dummy, Jose, a worm..crazy..but..it's old and he's still inexperienced during that time..check out his latest..Achmed, the Dead Terrorist..classic..

5S2..forever remembered

5S2..2006..made to RoCk the WORLD!!
World....here we come...be prepared....

lol..

Good one KL..Two thumbs up..

Must comment on your great effort to keep the class together wei!! Sorry sorry ya..been..S-U-P_e-R BUSY..but..like wat Kai Liang said..it's no excuse..but i got no internet connection in my room on campus..expensive la d rates..(CUT ThroATs!! Leeches!!)

Updates on me life:
  • Finals for the Mr Nottingham's on Friday!! Shit..still cant rmbr my dance moves..the event's in sum place in 1-U..i think it's on Facebook..(damn..pic of me looks fat.. =p)

  • Tests every alternate week..two assignments due on same week..lab reports every alternate week.

  • Now takin break from studyin and doing work, so blogged..lol

  • Foundation swimming team tapou-ed the other faculties in the Swimming relay event in Notts games!! Yea! =)

  • Feel kinda bad cuz almost langgar people during swimming..should hav been disqualified..but the management of the event was quite poor..(7 teams..6 lanes..how la? Sure will langgar wen la..) I'm an official Grade 1 swimming official under FINA -equivalent to FILA..except tis is under aquatic sports..and according to FINA.."Each swimmer is to be designated an individual lane which is to be defined as a blue T line which is at a minimum depth of 5m"..and "If however there are more swimmers than the number of lanes provided, heats/groups should be created based on the individuals best times." If two heats were created; a group of 3 ppl and 2nd group of 4 ppl..it would hav been better..

  • The lane ropes weren't there + the rules weren't stated + the pool was dark + i was too used to swim following the blue line = I ter-kick people..

  • Hehe..accident wei..sorry ya Dada (the guy's name...lol..he's from Pakistan..or was it India? Hmm..he's from E&E faculty..electrical and electronics)

  • But I was a full body length away from him..according to the planning committee, "There was no point to rematch as it was obvious that the placings would still be the same" as said by Haravinth (the Student Association Sports Officer..honestly..a lot of ppl very disappointed with his management..but..it was the issue of lacking of man-power la..not his fault also..blame Malaysian attitude..lol..the "Don't-Care-la-attitude")

Malaysian Attitude..the bane of our Nation..

Abolish "Malaysian Attitude", Make Malaysia A Better Place..

Friday, April 04, 2008

WTH?!

by 9tal3dKitsun3

3 days ago...in my class...

PA Teacher : Class, I have an announcement to make.

Class : *Quietened down a little*

PA Teacher : Just now, I have spoken with the other PA teacher. There seems to be a change in next week's Monthly Test PA questions.

Class : *Now it had really quietened down*

PA Teacher : Instead of giving 60 objective queations about "Sistem Perundangan M'sia", we'll give you 10 subjective questions about that topic...

Class : *Eyes bulging*

PA Teacher : ...2 graphs...

Class : *Jaws dropped*

PA Teacher : ...and all must finish within 1 hour and 45 minutes.

Class : *Must be thinking "OMG..."*

PA Teacher : And one more thing...

Class : *Stare in horror*

PA Teacher : Today's April Fool.

Class : WHAT THE HELL???!!!

PS : Most of it typed are true except the Class's dialogue. All of us got fooled. By the way, the Test's next Monday...*sigh*

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Tell me!

by Kai Liang

Been seeing a lot of people while I was wasting my time around college today. Do you think its best for us to know more people or less people? My bro had always been asking me to make more friends and get to know more people. To me, sometimes knowing too many people are troublesome. Herm, I would say I'm the type of person who enjoys the company of certain groups of people only. People who I don't like that much, I would prefer them not to be around me. Makes me feel awkward. Oh well, guess I'm not good at socializing after all... But I feel weird when people say I know a lot people. I don't think I have much friends. Yup, pathetic but I'm actually kind of glad to know less people. Am I self-centered? Some people are easier to talk to. Those are the people I like. Those that I have hard time finding words for, well too bad la... So, am I much likable or I'm just an egoist? You decide. You are free to think anyway that you're pleased. I don't give a damn about it!

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

My my..

by Jo Ann (if u must know)...

thought i'd want to share another piece with u. Honestly, i wish i wrote it myself. Just didnt think of doing it. well..it reflects my opinions to the point. tee hee. :
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WHICH is worse? The man who publicly confesses his betrayal while professing to love his wife dearly? Or the affronted wife, who’d much rather throttle him, yet stands by her husband in his hour of need?

New York Governor Eliot Spitzer, who spoke of pursuing justice in every corner, recently admitted to using the services of high-priced prostitutes.

As the bubble of his career burst all around him, he apologised both to the public and his family. As the public clamoured for his resignation, his wife was literally at his side.

“I am disappointed that I failed to live up to the standard I set for myself,” Spitzer said. “I must now dedicate some time to regain the trust of my family.”

Then there is the gorgeous Girls Aloud singer Cheryl Cole, whose two-year marriage to footballer Ashley Cole started to wither in the wake of infidelity allegations.

Branded a love cheat by the woman involved in the suspected drunken sexual liaison, the Chelsea star lay low waiting for the scandal to blow over.

Mrs Cole, on the other hand, splurged on a Thai holiday with her female friends and lost weight without even trying. She also looked stunning as she flitted around the Hollywood social circuit.

Yet she eventually returned home to England, ostentatiously without her wedding ring, to save her marriage.

Closer to home, as soon as Datuk Seri Chua Soi Lek admitted to his lead role in a fervently distributed sex video, his wife stated that she and the family would stand by him.

Though she’s accepted his apology and regrets, it has been a trying time for them all. She said she would support him, for he has been a good husband, father and family man who had never shirked his responsibilities.

So, these men who say they love their wives – why do they do it? Put their careers, their families and their personal lives at stake, all for a romp.

A 2006 article in the Daily Telegraph suggests that, from time immemorial, brilliant men have always betrayed their wives.

The list of offenders includes Albert Einstein, John Ford Kennedy, Picasso, Bill Clinton, painter Paul Gauguin, Elvis Presley and even the old chap Charlie Chaplin.

The writer argues that the key to famous men’s behaviour lies in their desire to keep adding to their host of achievements. They really can’t be blamed, he argues, for they are overly endowed with an intense male characteristic – revelling in risk.

Men have an innate compulsion to take the highest risks, to break the mould, to push the envelope of a previous groundbreaking innovation.

You can label it an act of rebellion even, which is why – as in this instance – each novel sexual experience becomes irresistible.

A holier-than-thou man sleeping with prostitutes. A talented footballer cheats with a hairdresser who looks like the antithesis of his wife. Is that breaking the mould?

It turned out to be a very interesting article, as I read further.
Each illicit episode is a metaphor for the primeval hunt. Stealth, secrecy, tactics and strategy are part of the hunt. Most intriguing of all, so is the terrifying risk of discovery.

Furthermore, the men’s fame, wealth, status and power make them irresistible to other women in their insatiable quest for conquest.

Thus, these adventures persist ad nauseam, despite all of society’s efforts to be modern and “civilised’’. The writer concludes that it is simply a by-product of humans’ exploratory urge, embedded deep in the genes.

The above arguments and insights, however, leave the deceived wives at a distinct disadvantage.

In the face of such public betrayal and humiliation, why do the women still stick with their men?
Unless, as has been repeatedly said, you stand in their shoes you will never know the reasons for their unstinting loyalty – if you brand it as such.

Wealth, fame, power and children: in some cases the women have far more than their husbands. In fact, they could very well live without them.

Recently, a female friend told me one of her colleagues had taken extended leave of absence from work to join her boyfriend in his new posting in Bangkok.

When he had been in China previously, the young woman did not deem it necessary to accompany him, as the high-school sweethearts were both intent on pursuing their careers.
My friend commented: “You know what Bangkok is like, so we girls persuaded her to go. If she wants to marry and settle down with him, she can’t afford the risk.”

So, which is worse, do you think? The risk of love or the love of risk?
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What do u think? I think, it sorta proves that we shouldnt really go for famous people after all...since they are the ones who seem to be doing a lot of cheating. Hrmph.

Wages of Sin

Yo peeps, i just read this from the Star and i thought it was really funny, so wanted to share it with you:
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Mary Schneider, from But then Again:

i’m sure most of us are familiar with the seven deadly sins: lust, gluttony, avarice, sloth, anger, envy and pride. Sad to say, on any given day, I commit a number of these sins before lunch time rolls around, at least one more while actually eating lunch, and a few more (especially sloth) shortly after finishing my meal.

If I were a practicing Catholic, I would go to church and confess my sins. Indeed, I’m sure I would spend an inordinate amount of time in the confession box talking about my daily transgressions. You see, besides being slothful, I’m also a bit of a glutton, harbour lusty thoughts on a regular basis, have a bit of a temper and ? well, that’s enough confessing for one day.

Since I’m not a Catholic, I don’t prescribe to the notion that I will be damned through all eternity if I don’t confess to such transgressions. People might cross the road to avoid saying hello to me, some married women might lock up their husbands whenever I’m in town, and my thighs might take on tree trunk proportions, but nothing bad is going to happen to me after I die just because I occasionally eat too much and harbour so called “impure thoughts” from time to time.

If I subscribed to the notion that I will go to Hell for my un-confessed sins, I might also believe that each un-confessed sin brings with it its own brand of torture once I’m down there. According to The Picture Book of Devils, Demons and Witchcraft, by Ernst and Johanna Lehner, people found guilty of lust will be smothered in fire and brimstone, while those who have succumbed to avarice will pay for their greedy ways by being put in a cauldron of boiling oil. However, slothful Catholics will have a slightly easier time because they will only be thrown into a pit full of snakes. If there’s one thing guaranteed to get a lazy person on the move, it’s a writhing mass of venomous vipers.

If I were a believer, my gluttony would result in me being forced to eat rats, toads and snakes. If deemed overly proud, I would be broken on the wheel; while my bad temper would result in me being dismembered alive (I know I would be technically dead at this stage, but I would be alive in the sense that I would feel pain in Hell); and envy would see me being plunged into freezing water. I always got the impression that Hell was an incredibly hot place, but I’m sure there must be some sort of refrigeration down there to facilitate the freezing of water for the envious people.

As if these sins aren’t hard enough to abstain from (and I’m only speaking for myself here), recent reports on the Internet, many of them from reputable news agencies, claim that the Vatican has come up with another seven sins that need to be added to the original seven – to reflect our failings in the age of globalisation. The new sins, which were actually published in the Vatican’s newspaper, sent a clear message to those who traffic in and take drugs, carry out genetic modification, conduct experiments on humans, cause social injustice, cause poverty, amass too much money and pollute the environment.

Bishop Gianfranco Girotti, head of the Vatican body which oversees confessions and plenary indulgences said, “You offend God not only by stealing, blaspheming or coveting your neighbour’s wife, but also by ruining the environment, carrying out morally debatable scientific experiments, or allowing genetic manipulations which alter DNA or compromise embryos.”
As I read these reports, I did wonder if the Pope was about to abandon his Pope mobile in favour of a more environmentally friendly mode of transport. Or if people like Bill Gates and Oprah Winfrey were being frowned upon by His Holiness because of the obscene amounts of money they had amassed. Never mind that they also contribute hugely to charitable causes. One good deed does not cancel out a sin.

“All lies,” says the Vatican. Actually, that’s not true either; I’m just paraphrasing.

It seems that Bishop Girotti’s opinions were “misinterpreted in the media as an official Vatican update to the seven deadly sins, laid out by Pope Gregory the Great in the sixth century.”

So for the time being, it’s still safe to pollute the environment and corrupt the lives of the weak by selling them drugs, but that extra piece of chicken won’t just go straight to your thighs, it will also have you going straight to hell.

Unless, of course, you confess and perform penitence.
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Cheers!