echoes of my mind

What a lamo title. Sounds like some cheap and low quality pulp fiction which is sitting at the back of a library's storeroom, lying in the dust, forgotten even by the one who wrote it.

Ok, drama class is over. For more information on how to act and express yourselves online, call 012-XXX-XXXX.

All right. The title has something to do with.....me at home. Alone. No sister here.

Stuffing myself to the brim with movies, Internet, and music.

While others study hard, I relax hard.

4 hours and 30 minutes time to 2008.

To all reading, have a nice celebration with your family and friends, whether it's in Dataran Merdeka or in front of your tv (lazy bum). Soak up the atmosphere and sweat and odour together. Hello 2008!!

A tag a day keeps all weird questions away...

Lek Ken tagged me about this thing. Feel free to hit Alt F4 to see the deeper secrets of John again like the previous posts.

List 5 presents you wish for:
1. Uh, lots of pirated DVD games and movies. Officers, you cannot stop me!
2. A PSP game
3. This is not exactly a present, but I sure hope that God will allow the man who cuts my hair (a barber...sorry, a saloonist) to enter into heaven after that 3 weeks of lung infection which took his life. And to think of it, I hardly know him, but if someone were to do something as intimate as cutting your hair, would you not wish as I did?
4. This, like the former 'present' is not really a present. I hope that the father of a friend of my mom will recover from HIS lung infection. Terrible business, this lung infection.
5. I wish for all the people whom I meet, those who wish me well and those who don't, to have a good life, whether it is or it isn't at my expense.

If I were to put the last 2 first, I would be crazy, as the saying goes, "One must take care of oneself before one can afford to help others."
Still, I believe that everything is equal in God's sight, numbers included. So He will treat every 'wish' as important. I think.

My 5 impressions of the person who tagged me:

1. Was previously fat, very. But he took the effort to slim down. When one notices this, one will think that either that person became a self conscious narcissistic freak, or that person takes the criticisms of other people seriously and constantly strives to improve himself. I think Ken Vin is of the latter. And do not dispute my opinions. i take criticism harshly and will deal back in kind. (Just a joke for the layman who is a novice to insulting people.)
2. Brilliant in terms of studies and very streetwise. ( I am not sure that one outing ...not a date dumbass...can justify that but he was the one who took me on a tour, unadulterated, throughout Pavilion, albeit seasoning it with coughings and complains of energy loss..)
3. A real dumbass in terms of housekeeping. But like I said, don't take my word for it, see it for yourself. Haha. Now Ken Vin will have lotsa company.
4. Socialite. (speaks for the circle of friends and acquaintances he keeps)
5. Egomaniac? But I'm sure he has changed after the camp. Haven't met him in person ever since "Pavilion" but I'm sure he changed...right?

The Most Memorable thing he/she has done for you:

You mean the most memorable thing I have done for him. Well, there was once, the first time I actually talked to him in person. Certainly not the last, as you can see from his posts. Well, he kinda bullied my sis in Std 6 I think, so I decided he needed a whooping and so I confronted this 5 feet 9 giant (he was like my height that time ok...and I was...short.) in the school courtyard. And I challenged him to a duel to the death. No, stupid. (Nazeera calls this condescending talk...I call it putting one in one's proper place.) I didn't whoop him, and, no, he did not cry, you ass. I just told him to fuck off my sister's case and stop fucking bullying her. No, stupid. I just told him to stop bugging her without the expletives. Check out expletives in dictionary.com if you happen to be in the dark about that word.

If he/she is your lover, you will:
Scream and ask God to strike me dead, for I am certainly not gay. Who here thinks Sharon Stone is hot at her age?

If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:

because I stole his girlfriend? Haha. His taste is definitely not mine. He goes for Chinese, I go for the rest of the races.

Pass the quiz to 5 people you wish to know how they feel about you:

I am definitely going to pass this quiz to nobody. Call me spoilsport, call me 'not-fun-wan-lah-u' but you can shove it up your ass for all I care. I, for one, do not want to know who wants to shag me or bang me up the ass. I also do not care whether I am friend or foe to anyone, because, if I were to die today, I will stand before the throne of God and look at him straight in the face (if that's possible) and tell Him that I have done my best in my life and screwed anyone else who got in my way, as that is indeed the core way of the survival of the species.

I am a real drama queen. I mean, king but the phrase only comes with one gender, if you know what I mean.

what I have done thus far

I have a Bittorrent client. With which I have downloaded the last 2 episodes of LOST season 3 with. Now who says someone leaching from a neighbour's wireless cannot commit piracy? I have done it. Very well too. Just don't ask me how long it took to wait for 700 MB to download. I will strangle you. And yes, that is a threat.

Got The Gladiator soundtrack. Not very fancy but it'll serve as some ambience while blogging.

Watched Bourne Ultimatum on an unlicenced (that's an euphemism for pirated) DVD yesterday, followed by The Pacifier. BU was damn great, which was punctuated by my sister's squeals throughout the movie.

check in at the checkout

FYKI (For you kind information)

Did you know it takes an average of 4-5 hours to check out from time of request in a government hospital.

................................(I only come up with this title because I cannot find any other like "when fingers intertwine" or what not...)

Ok. Since i dislike social gatherings, I will not go into detail my prom night. Well, there came this time where my sis got bored so we went around taking photos with our soon-to-be-ex-classmates. As of this point, I will not flatter myself by saying that girls were clamoring to take photos with me. Did I flatter myself? I do not think so. But needless to, also, say that I can't take appear in photos well. I, in fact, look like crap. My photogenicness is like my voice-genic-ness. I appear horrible on photos. I sound bad on recordings. I hate pictures of myself, especially candid ones. I hate the sound of my voice on tape. There.

Went out with Ken Vin on Thursday. It was not a date you a-hole. Went to pavilion! Whoo. I love posh places. Not enough time to tell the tale.

Happy xmas peeps.

For the mouth speaks of what the heart is full of.

When a good and honourable man speaks, he takes it from the store of good things in his heart.

When an evil person speaks, he takes it from the store of defiled things in his heart.

For the mouth speaks, indeed, of what the heart is full of.

What the right hand does, the left hand must never know.
If the left hand ever knew of what the right hand did, the former would certainly take a butcher knife and chop off the latter.

With a Bang!

I feel sufficiently re invigoratingly happily perky (not quite a suitable word..perky..) to finally blog! Wohoo. As it happens, I have just finished reading a very bad mouthy book full of vulgar words that destroy the very roots of goodness of everyone sane, but seem to cultivate the evil of darkness spreading in a certain few. I am one of the latter. So what the fuck...perhaps the diarrhoea (that's true English English spelling btw, not American) of these words will seep into your minds. Your few sadly unfortunate minds.

WATEVER Fuck!

Okok. Down to business. Tomorrow is.....Drum rolls please...

*papapapapapapapapapaparap

PROM NITE! Wohoo!

What an anti climatic end.


To those of you interested in knowing what I did last holidays after SPM, piss off, it's none of your business...just kidding.

Read tons of my mom's books. Did not have the time to go book shopping. Probably won't be buying any more that 1 book from the miserly amount of RM20 MPH book voucher I got for the elocution contest. Sigh.

Not much of a life story, but it'll make the cut, I'm sure.

whoopee!! We all have circa 3 weeks left for SPM to finally reach us!

Of course, while I was sitting for the second SPM trial together with my mates, I happen to have come across really interesting moments.

For example, I had finished yet another book before the exam: The Lies of Locke Lamora.
Quite brilliant actually save for its vulgarity. But then again, a diamond does not shine at first.

Another example of how my period of examinations was made lively was my little trip back from school. My sis and I sat Dharma's car to go home! haaaa! Now that was fun.
Kudos (according to my sis is quite a cliched word.

Oh yeah, yesterday we all watched Brokeback Mountain. Haha. Ok, it was sooo gay I tuned out and played some games after 20-30 minutes. Two guys fucking each other. One of the gayest films of this year. Yuck.


Innocent Bystander: That was a pretty boring account of that brief 25 days. Hohum.

Me: sorry, I just cannot seem to come up with something substantial. wth. Better go swot. BTW, GTA Vice City sucks. Sry for not listening to you, Ken Vin.

Am I a Fireman Now?

In Queensland, Australia, a 26-year-old mother
stared down at her 6-year
old son, who was dying of terminal leukaemia.
Although her heart was filled
with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of
determination. Like any
parent, she wanted her son to grow up & fulfil all
his dreams. Now that was
no longer possible. The leukaemia would see to that.
But she still wanted
her son's dream to come true. She took her son's
hand and asked, "Ben, did
you ever think about what you wanted to be once you
grew up? Did you ever
dream and wish what you would do with your life?"

"Mummy, I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew
up."

Mum smiled back and said, "Let's see if we can make
your wish come true."

Later that day she went to her local fire Station in
Brisbane, where she
met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as
Queensland. She explained her
son's final wish and asked if it might be possible
to give her 6-year old son a
ride around the block on a fire engine.

Fireman Bob said, "Look, we can do better than that.
If you'll have your
son ready at seven o'clock Wednesday morning, we'll
make him an honorary
fireman for the whole day. He can come down to the
fire station, eat with us,
go out on all the fire calls, the full Monty! And if
you'll give us his sizes,
we'll get a real fire uniform for him, with a real
fire hat - not a toy -one
with the emblem of the Queensland Fire & Rescue
Department on it, a
yellow slicker like we wear and rubber boots.
They're all manufactured right
here in Brisbane, so we can get them fast."

Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Ben, dressed
him in his uniform
and escorted him from his hospital bed to the
waiting truck.

Ben got to sit on the back of the truck and help
steer it back to the
fire station. He was in heaven. There were three
fire calls in Brisbane that
day and Ben got to go out on all three calls. He
rode in the different fire
engines that day. He was also videotaped for the
local news programme.

Having his dream come true, with all the Love and
attention that was
lavished upon him, so deeply touched Ben, that he
lived three months
longer than any doctor thought possible.

One night all of his vital signs began to drop
dramatically and the head
nurse, who believed in the hospice concept - that no
one should die alone,
began to call the family members to the hospital.

Then she remembered the day Ben had spent as a
fireman, so she called
the Fire Station and asked if it would be possible
to send a fireman in
uniform to the hospital to be with Ben as he made
his transition.

The Officer in charge replied, "We can do better
than that. We'll be there
in five minutes. Will you please do me a favour?
When you hear the sirens
screaming and see the lights flashing, will you
announce over the PA
system, that there is not a fire? It's the
department coming to see one of its
finest members one more time. And will you open the
window to his room?

About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck
arrived at the hospital
and extended its ladder up to Ben's third floor open
window - 16 fire-fighters
climbed up the ladder into Ben's room.

With his mother's permission, they hugged him and
held him and told him
how much they LOVED him.

With his dying breath, Ben looked up at the fire
chief and said, "Chief,
am I really a fireman now?"

"Ben, you are, and the Head Chief, Jesus, is holding
your hand," the O.I.C
said. With those words, Ben smiled and said, "I
know, He's been holding my
hand all day, and the angels have been singing.." He
closed his eyes one
last time.

My instructions were to send this to at least four
people that I wanted
the Gods to bless and I picked you.

--Well, I did post it for the whole world to see did I not?
(got it from my mom)

yosh.

This should count as post number 100. The previous was just a saying.

1. The first day I went back to school with this hairdo, guess who popped up while Ken Vin was criticizing me for not following our "pact". Zachary Hon Heng Soon. WTH. He came to blabber on about being a reptile and told us that shaving every single hair on our bodies will do just right. Yeah, right. I would like to see you hairless.

2. Finally managed to conquer yet another obstacle in my way: a book series. Haaa. It is called the Legend of the Five Rings aka Rokugan. The title was not clear anyway but what the heck. It is a D&D thing, all these serial books. Keegan was busy raving about it a few weeks ago and right after his incessant babbling, he shoved a book into my hand:
The First Scroll: The Scorpion
There were all together 7 books and here I am, almost 3 weeks later, alive and breathing having completed the series.

3. Yayaya Wei Li, you would say that the author took sooo much time to write it and I finish it in a matter of days. The Harry Potter series was a cakewalk though I would not want to read it again. It nearly destroyed my eyesight. But then again, my eyesight ain't that good anyways.

4. Tzuk and Boonz took to calling Keegan a traitor. =.=?? Looks like Keegan is the noob traitor now heh?

5. Oh and by the way (this is more of an announcement to myself anyway...) Dharma promised me a free set of skipping ropes! Yes, now I can exercise from the comfort of the unit I live in! Perhaps I will make a hole in the ceiling of the unit below mine.

6. Encik Wan has gone mad.

Arizwan: Saya ada lapan set soalan untuk kamu semua buat.

Us(5SC1): Aaah? Apa cikgu? Ayah, tak perlu buatlah!

Arizwan: Apa? Hai, saya dah fotostat dah. Kamu semua akan buat sampai muntah nilai.

And today, he gave us a fresh set of crap to finish. Suddenly, the forecast results don't seem so important. Wait, what am I thinking. Don't be stupid.
Ken Vin was crazy-er.

KV: Ayah, don't need to do wan lah.

7.
In winter's sorrow
Despairing shadows gone long
In my eyes, spring dawns.

--the haiku of a dead samurai

Got that from the last book of the aforementioned series.

8. Happy birthday Ng Wei Li.

"Great minds think alike, fools never differ."-Puan Siti Norbaya

paper bombs and flimsy dogfights

Yes yes!! Today we all went to watch some film on World War 2 during Mr Rama's lesson. Wohoo!
Though I could actually spot a certain few people bringing their Maths exercises into the theaterette (or however you spell it). Wow, you can see in the dark. That's a pretty cool feature. That a new and rare genetic variation?

Unfortunately for Malaysia, I have managed to interpret the film.

The one thing that we, citizens of this 'cemerlang', 'gemilang' and 'terbilang' Malaysia lack is patriotism and nationalism. When I saw scenes of Mussolini and Hitler uniting their people with flaming speeches, I could only see our leaders pointing at each other in the Dewan Rakyat and Dewan Negara and telling each other who leaks once a month. How's that for patriotism?

I am sorry Malaysia, for I will be criticizing you for the months and maybe years to follow.

The regrets of this superficial life...

Yes, I have finally finished reading The Game by Neil Strauss. Well, what seemed at first to be like an indispensable guide to seducing women has turned out to be filled with moral lessons. I really am grateful I have been given the chance to read this book by Wei. No doubt I wanted to read it because of its intriguing storyline (Jia Min and Keegan AND Ze Yen would have said for the 'hamsup' scenes...even though I have found little enjoyment reading them..pointless) and guess where it has brought me now.

Let me further attempt to shed some light ahead with this aged hurricane lamp.

1. Picking up girls is definitely not what life is all about. People think professional pickup artists are the kings of the world and have the best piece of life i.e. girls. I used to think about that too. Only to discover how shallow and phony that 'fact' is.
Reality check: We all want to be loved at some point or another by one who is sincere and cannot always have one-night-stands. One can only rely on porn to a certain extent. After that, fulfillment is no longer there. What remains is a hollow shell of what used to be us.

2. Life, cannot be rehearsed. You cannot say lines and lines (routines is what they call it in the book) over and over again without breaking up. What I mean is that pick up lines are only meant for cavemen with no other interests in life besides women and women and women. Try to be genuine when interacting with people. Ok, let me rephrase that. Be genuine, be yourself when socialising. No false fronts. Be brutal. Be honest. Like me. For further information on how one should feel, refer to point 1.

3. Being too fanatical on one thing in life could very well destroy oneself. Take for example, playing video games. Addiction. Another very good example which comes from this book is picking up girls. Same thing. Sarging is an addiction too.
"What about God??" you may say. Even though He said, "Love no other gods but me." it does not mean you should love Him in that sick twisted way as to kill all life forms He created by blowing yourselves up. If he wanted to destroy life, he would have sent the second flood (according to the Bible, there was a first flood, Noah and his family were the only humans left after that). Nothing is a problem with God. So if you really want a good spouse, I suggest you start praying for one and do something about it, not go 'sarging'.

With that, hopefully life will be more fulfilling for you. Never hesitate to ask for help.

Signing off,
Yours truly.

books i have been reading...

This book is indeed a good read. What is best about it is that I am not turning into a rapist. This book belongs to Wei Li. If indeed you want to borrow it, ask her. I cannot tell you much about the details but what I can tell you is that this book is for desperado casanovas. Meaning desperate playboys. It teaches you how to pick up girls which might be useful for those nerds out there (but first you have gotta know English, and are able to siphon the crap and the facts as it is told narrative style). One things for sure, I do not want to become a PUA (pickup artist) neither do I want to be an AFC (average frustrated chump) I just want to be an AMOG (alpha male of the group). Quite a lot of hardcore words (fuck..etc) and scenes (you get what I mean...) so it is not intended for perverts as they will learn more here than they ever will online.



























This book, I had borrowed from Ken Vin. Well, actually he mistook it's white cover for NEXT. Oh well. Not a bad medical kind of thriller. I do not usually read thrillers fast as they are not quite my cup of milo but hey, I am halfway. It tells of people stealing organs from unsuspecting victims. Not bad. Still I love milo better. Hah. NEXT!

MERDEKA!!!!...(-.-")

Yesyes. Today is indeed one of the most (and only) significant events of this year for Mother Malaysia. Ah, today started off with much fanfare. Ok, the usual fanfare. Government servants attending the parade at Merdeka Square and government school students or universities parading their floats.
Military fly bys with their new Sukhois (2nd hand...) from Russia.
The demonstration of the nations elite TUDM, TDDM, and TDLM.
All right all right, I get where I am coming from. This sounds like a mighty cynical post does it not?
Oh yeah, thank GOD they did not try to use the Nuri s for some performance. Probably end a future ace pilot's career (and life..).

Well, I recently took part in an essay competition that Puan Siti claimed was compulsory.
It is themed 'Malaysiaku Cemerlang, Gemilang dan Terbilang'. What an oh-so-suitable theme.
Well, essentially I gave them some pointers (in a student of Malaysia's perspective) on how to improve the country. That is, after all, the whole point of the essay right? To get some tips from not only the government school students but from the private school sector as well on how to rule Malaysia.
Guess what turned out of the compulsory essay we were 'coerced' into doing:
-1 person passed up the following day (Amanda's newspaper article plus some additions on Tuesday)
-3 persons passed up on Wednesday (Mik, me and Lek)
-1 person passed up on Thursday (Keegan)

What happened to the other 24 students of 5Sc1??
Too little time I guess.

Yeah, yeah. We younger generation do seem to take the country's past and present leaders for granted. We take our independence lightly. We take almost everything lightly, in fact, save for the gothic n black metal cultures. 'Lala'

P.S.
Will the judges from the MOE accept an essay of a student of 16 years old telling them on how to tie their shoelaces (governing the country) ??

on patriotism and loyalty to this soil

A few moments ago, my sis had said something about the KL Towers having different lights yesterday night. Don't know bout you, but only recently have I noticed that the tower seems to be quite psychedelic in terms of lighting. Maybe it's because Mr. Abdullah wanted to make a difference during his reign. Whatever the case, I am sure changing the light bulbs on the tower must cost some taxpayer's money. OUR money. "Is this a waste of resources?", one may ask.
Suddenly, a door leading to that hall of problems open up. Guess who opened it? Our government. People start questioning why should their money be wasted on minute details? Loyalty comes to mind. With our 50th year of independence anniversary coming up....

Yesterday, I was watching tv until very late, or should you say, early in the morning.
"K-19 The Widowmaker" was the movie that so enthralled me ever since I saw it in my grams hse.
I did not really understand the whole point of the movie, until yesterday.

It was during the Cold War times where Russians and Americans were having, yet another arms race. And this time, the "Motherland" discovered this new but still infant knowledge to toy with: Nuclear Submarines. (K-19 was one of the foremost subs to be powered with nuclear tech...)
Somehow, it was not assembled properly at the docks and when the time came for the submarine to perform a maneuver, somehow (yet again) due to the rushed job of the Russians to gain naval supremacy, the coolant leaked. Sailors had to repair them using chemical suits and not radiation suits due to some fellows incompetency to provide them the right equipment.

Bottom line is, those sailors died for their country. Just 10 minutes of exposure to radiation can rearrange your cells, genes, chromosomes, whatever we learn in Bio. Were they willing to die for Russia? You bet.

Thing is, if ever a situation like that arises with Malaysians, one which questions our willingness to die for this "tanah tumpah darahku", will we answer that call?
Not too long ago, the newspaper posted an article on how to check your status with the National Service Department: are you enlisted or not? (or did you"kena" or not?!)

Every so often I hear people 'congratulating' or 'mourning' their selection. In this area I wish to adopt a neutral stance. After all, it is not my time yet right?

Where do you stand when it comes to being loyal to Malaysia?

Insightful

Ok, those of you who do not believe there is a God, read this just for leisure or bugger off, whichever you think suits you.


1. God wants spiritual fruit, not religious nuts.
2. Dear God, I have a problem, it's me.
3. Growing old is inevitable. Growing up is optional.
4. There is no key to happiness. The door is always open.
5. Silence is often misinterpreted but never misquoted .
6. Do the math. Count your blessings.
7. Faith is the ability to not panic.
8. Laugh every day, it's like inner jogging.
9. If you worry, you didn't pray. If you pray, don't worry.
10. As a child of God, prayer is kind of like calling home everyday.
11. Blessed are the flexible for they shall not be bent out of shape.
12. The most important things in your house are the people.
13. When we get tangled up in our problems, be still. God wants us to be still so He can untangle the knot.
14. A grudge is a heavy thing to carry.
15. He who dies with the most toys is still dead.

New stuff!!!!!!!!

The brightest bulb in the box.
This idiom I have supposedly coined up (if it is the first of its kind that is...) actually means the same thing to "the sharpest knives in the drawer".
Ok, for those people who understand relatively slower (an euphemism) than the rest, it actually is used to describe the smartest genii of this planet.
For example:
"Although he was not one of the brightest bulbs in the box, he still worked hard in his studies and eventually achieved his desired result:11As in SPM."

To feed a king and starve a nation.
This stays true to its meaning. A king, on one hand, is filthily rich. Who the heck needs to spoon him? He's got all the money he can get. Garner more? You have got to be kidding me. Look at your less-than-average citizens. Scraping a living while you live in a palace.

To pray for snow in the desert.
This task is a fruitless effort made. So people say, but looking at the state of the earth now, all that global warming and bizarre weather changes, it could be possible. But that is not the point is it? (something like Looking For A Rain God...)

We're sooo not over!

Hah! After the long and dreary Moral exam yesterday (yeah, we had to write, and write, and write "nilai murni" after "nilai murni" and I nearly fainted). I spotted Edmund from 5Sc3 sleeping after the first 30 minutes. Oh well.

The going home part was the most exciting part of the day....as far as I can tell.
Just kidding.

Upon reaching home, I raced to the laptop to kill some virtual krauts. The immediate reaction was euphoria, mixed with guilt, after all, I am planning to go to Germany...

And, Keegan lent me this: Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows.
More fantasy and less reality checks. Private Drive is spelt Privet Drive. Wthbbq.

I shall proceed to summarise today's events:

1. We went to St Anthony's Church at 9 right after market shopping. Today's groceries weighed a tonne.
2. A lot of 'lala' people came too. A lot of undesirable ass-cracking and navel-revealing. Arrgh!
3. Met up with old pals, Amanda Khoo and Anne Yap.
4. Made an "important" discovery:

MYTH: people like to throw rubbish around everywhere.
REALITY CHECK: Malaysians like to throw rubbish around.

I would be damned the first day no Malaysian ever litters during a public event.

Oh yeah, and SPM Trial 1 has only passed. There still is a Trial 2 and the 'real thing'.