Incoherent Thoughts

Equal Opportunity for Travel

2012-01-05T12:48:00.001+08:00

Greetings,

I just signed the following petition addressed to: Ministry of Foreign Affairs of every country in the world.

This petition was created by Chip Huyen. She is probably one of very few Vietnamese backpackers you'll ever meet. She started her round the world trip in May 2010, and hasn't stopped since then. To finance her trip, she finds odd jobs on the road and hosts a column for a Vietnamese newspaper. Her biggest problem is not how to make money, but how to get visas.

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To make traveling as an equal opportunity

When I was in Israel, everybody told me not to go to Palestine. “Palestinians are bad people. They will mug you, they will kill you.” And when I was in Palestine, I heard the same thing about Israel. “Why would you want to go back to Israel. People there are horrible.” The truth is that I met amazing people in both places and had great experiences. But I had a hard time explaining to people I met there that those on the other side of the wall are also humans who are just trying to hold on to life. They also need to work to make a living, they also have a family to love, they want the same things we want and they are scared of the same things we are scared of.

I took me a lot of nerves to decide to travel in Africa. All I had ever heard of this continent before setting my foot here was famines, droughts, AIDS, rapes, human trafficking, tsetse and all kind of weird traditional practices. Only when I’m here that I realize that Africa is also a place to LIVE with its own charm and its own pace. Nobody can beat the Sudanese and the Malawian for their friendliness. No country can beat Kenya, Tanzania and South Africa for their vast wilderness. Ethiopia is second to none when it comes to traditional dance and music. Addis Ababa, Nairobi, Dar es Salaam, Lagos are among the fastest growing cities in the world. I stop judging circumcision or body scarification, but simply accept them as different facets of cultures.

There was one country I decided to skip out of fear: Somalia, a country whose name has been synonymized with crimes, rapes, war and piracy. But just few days ago, I met a 27 y/o girl who hitchhiked through Somali and Somaliland all by herself. She’s hardly any bigger than me, and her backpack is twice as big as she is. “This is absolutely an amazing country, people are very warm and friendly. I had no problem at all traveling there alone,” she told me. I couldn’t help but laughing at myself. I thought that I knew something, yet I still let myself fall into the classic trap of media’s brainwash. Forget what you’ve been taught, forget what you’ve been made to read. You can never understand a place and its people until you are there.

I believe that mutual understanding is the key to world peace, and traveling gives you the first hand experience to really understand the world around us. As we understand more, we judge less. As we judge less, we are more willing to accept, rather than to hate or to be afraid of, the differences. We will not hate somebody just because they are of different color, different religion, or different culture. We will not let the bombings done by few people turn us against the whole nation. We will see people as what they really are, rather than what the media or the government wants us to believe.

I’ve realized that traveling is a powerful educational tool. I’ve learned more in the last 18 months of traveling than in 12 years of schools: about history, geography, politics, cultures, business and almost everything else. I’ve used super innovative web and services in India, as well as advanced technologies in Israel. I’ve learned about filming by couchsurfing with an ultra talented director in Pune (India), following an aspiring actress to a bunch of film sets in Mumbai (India), hanging around with a globe-trotting guerrilla filmmaking group in Mombasa (Kenya). I’ve learned about gambling by watching my friends playing poker for a living in Kathmandu (Nepal), by working at a casino here in Dar es Salaam (Tanzania). I’ve learned about Tibetan Buddhism by staying with a Tibetan family in Sikkim (India), by meeting Dalai Lama. I’ve learned to sail, I’ve learned to rock-climb, I’ve learned to cook dishes from different countries, I’ve learned to make my own jewelry from recycling materials. As I travel, I’m introduced to many amazing ideas that I had never heard of, or thought that they would be possible.

My decision to start traveling is the best decision I’ve ever made so far, as traveling really helps me grow up. Traveling exposes me to different situations that help me understand my true self. Traveling teaches me to be independent, to be easy-going, to be adaptable, and to be tolerant. As I travel, I have a chance to meet amazing people: those who teach me, those who inspire me, those who become my best friends and those whom I’ve fallen in love with.

I know, I’m just damn lucky to be among the 0.001% of youths from developing countries who have a chance to travel. Traveling is still a privilege of people from developed countries where they have better finance and better passports. It hurts me that many people my age will never make enough money to get out of their countries to see what the world is really like. Even if we do, most of the times we are put back by the mission impossible to get the necessary visa. Those who were born with American, European or Australian passports will never understand how painful it is to always have to apply for visas way in advance for every single country with little hope that your visas will be granted. You can’t be spontaneous. You have to spend a lot of money. You have to gather a lot of resources. It’s like we are being punished for what we have no control over: for being born in the wrong country, for being born to parents with the wrong citizenship.

I have a dream, ridiculous it might sound, that every youth from developing country who has the guts to travel will be able to do it. I propose the establishment of a foundation, called Traveling as an Equal Opportunity Foundation (TEOF), that will help youths to achieve their dreams.

Eligibility to become a TEOF youth:

- Youths between 18 and 25.
- Fluent in English.
- Wish to travel.

TEOF will do:

- Advocate for “traveling as an equal opportunity”: Ministry of Foreign Affairs of every country should make it possible for TEOF youths to obtain the necessary visa to travel in the country.
- Sponsor visas.
- Provide information and consultancy.
- Provide financial support (limited).

TEOF will be run by youths and for youths with local chapters all over the world. The local chapters will make sure that traveling youths in their locality are not doing anything illegal. TEOF will provide support and consultancy, but TEOF youths are expected to be responsible for their own safety and finance.
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So if you're a keen traveler, do sign the petition. As Mark Twain always say,

“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.”

Sincerely,

English Pronunciation

2012-01-05T00:24:00.001+08:00

If you can pronounce correctly every word in this poem, you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native English speakers in the world.

After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud.

Dearest creature in creation,
Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.
Just compare heart, beard, and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word,
Sword and sward, retain and Britain.
(Mind the latter, how it’s written.)
Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as plaque and ague.
But be careful how you speak:
Say break and steak, but bleak and streak;
Cloven, oven, how and low,
Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe.
Hear me say, devoid of trickery,
Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore,
Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles,
Exiles, similes, and reviles;
Scholar, vicar, and cigar,
Solar, mica, war and far;
One, anemone, Balmoral,
Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel;
Gertrude, German, wind and mind,
Scene, Melpomene, mankind.
Billet does not rhyme with ballet,
Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet.
Blood and flood are not like food,
Nor is mould like should and would.
Viscous, viscount, load and broad,
Toward, to forward, to reward.
And your pronunciation’s OK
When you correctly say croquet,
Rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve,
Friend and fiend, alive and live.
Ivy, privy, famous; clamour
And enamour rhyme with hammer.
River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,
Doll and roll and some and home.
Stranger does not rhyme with anger,
Neither does devour with clangour.
Souls but foul, haunt but aunt,
Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant,
Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger,
And then singer, ginger, linger,
Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge,
Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age.
Query does not rhyme with very,
Nor does fury sound like bury.
Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth.
Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.
Though the differences seem little,
We say actual but victual.
Refer does not rhyme with deafer.
Foeffer does, and zephyr, heifer.
Mint, pint, senate and sedate;
Dull, bull, and George ate late.
Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,
Science, conscience, scientific.
Liberty, library, heave and heaven,
Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven.
We say hallowed, but allowed,
People, leopard, towed, but vowed.
Mark the differences, moreover,
Between mover, cover, clover;
Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,
Chalice, but police and lice;
Camel, constable, unstable,
Principle, disciple, label.
Petal, panel, and canal,
Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal.
Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair,
Senator, spectator, mayor.
Tour, but our and succour, four.
Gas, alas, and Arkansas.
Sea, idea, Korea, area,
Psalm, Maria, but malaria.
Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean.
Doctrine, turpentine, marine.
Compare alien with Italian,
Dandelion and battalion.
Sally with ally, yea, ye,
Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key.
Say aver, but ever, fever,
Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver.
Heron, granary, canary.
Crevice and device and aerie.
Face, but preface, not efface.
Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass.
Large, but target, gin, give, verging,
Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging.
Ear, but earn and wear and tear
Do not rhyme with here but ere.
Seven is right, but so is even,
Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen,
Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk,
Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work.
Pronunciation (think of Psyche!)
Is a paling stout and spikey?
Won’t it make you lose your wits,
Writing groats and saying grits?
It’s a dark abyss or tunnel:
Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale,
Islington and Isle of Wight,
Housewife, verdict and indict.
Finally, which rhymes with enough,
Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough?
Hiccough has the sound of cup.
My advice is to give up!!!

English Pronunciation by G. Nolst Trenité

Peace out!

And God blesses EVERYONE

2011-12-25T12:30:00.000+08:00

I'm throwing caution to the wind and I am going to wish EVERYONE a very MERRY CHRISTMAS. *checks self* Ooh look, my religion is still intact.

Every holiday is a joyous occasion as families gather to enjoy each other's company. So lets embrace that spirit and rejoice that once again we are able to be with the ones we love.

Peace out!

2011-12-16T12:18:00.000+08:00

This poem is dedicated to those who made my life miserable during my boarding school years in Penang. Funny now that you're the one looking me up and trying to "reconnect". Funny how life turn out eh?

A Loser is...

(James Vera)

A loser is one who throws wrenches in the gears
One who pulls out the nails holding up everything he's known for years
But when he finds something special he holds it dear
And when he loses that everything he's not afraid to show tears

A loser is one who presses on through the dark
One who's life has given him many marks
With fists bleeding but he still swings
Fighting for what he believes means everything

A loser is one who falls and falls again
But at the end stands tall with many friends
The sky brightening with vanishing clouds, the loser wins
Crowds now thankful for everything that he gives.

Peace out!

The Staging of Luigi Pirandello's "Six Characters in Search of an Author"

2011-05-30T09:37:00.004+08:00

Come one! Come all! Watch IIUM's latest theater offering. In an attempt to show a more serious but humourous side of the theater scene they bring to you Luigi Pirandello's "Six Characters in Search of an Author"

The most popular of Pirandello's comedies, "Six Characters in Search of an Author" tells the tale of six characters whose author has failed to complete their story. Driven to play out the life that is rightfully theirs, these characters interrupt the rehearsal of another Pirandello play and request that they be allowed to live out their lives there, on the stage. Thinking it an interesting theatrical experiment, the manager consents. She soon regrets her decision, however, as the characters refuse to stay within the arbitrary boundaries that she has set for them. Their rebellion against their creator leads them to attack the foundation of the play, ignoring all stage directions and the pleas of the manager until, in the end, tragedy strikes.

Shows: 3 night (7th, 8th and 9th June)

Showtime: 8.30pm

Venue: Main Auditorioum, International Islamic University Malaysia

Tickets: RM 5

For more info contact Aisyah at 013 2171 595

So come watch fictional characters actually come to life and start harassing living breathing pople on the stage. Hope to see you all there!! Peace out!

Support Earth Hour 2011

2011-03-26T20:34:00.001+08:00

I'm in the dark... blogging. Peace out!

Date a girl who reads...

2011-03-07T11:23:00.004+08:00

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

- Rosemary Urquico

Peace out!

Freedom for Libya

2011-02-22T10:34:00.001+08:00

If you’re not ready to die for it, put the word ‘freedom’ out of your vocabulary. - Malcolm X

The Libyan people are going strong against the government!
Almost 100 people have died for freedom in the past 3 days! These people died to see a change! They died to give the rest of us hope! And even though they are no longer a part of this world…we need to keep them in our hearts. The Libyan people need to keep fighting for their freedom! Nobody can give you freedom. Nobody can give you equality or justice or anything. If you’re a man, you take it.

Please reblog and tweet about Libya to raise awareness. Please, I am begging you! Help my people! One tweet and one blog post will not affect your life, but it will affect theirs! The people need help: the media can’t get in, the phones are all monitored, the hospitals are overcrowded and are in desperate need of blood, people are hurt and dying, the army is ruthless, and Gaddafi is still there…but the people are not giving up hope! That means, neither can we! Hope for all!

Vive la Libye!

Peace out!

You all ROCK!!

2011-02-10T02:59:00.001+08:00

Despite my constant absence from the blogging world, there are those still interested to listen to what I have to say.

For that I thank you.

Stop and Hear the Music

2011-01-11T14:18:00.006+08:00

Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

4 minutes later: The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.
6 minutes: A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.
10 minutes: A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.
45 minutes: The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.
1 hour: He finished playing and silence took over. No one applauded.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, an American Grammy award winning vioinist and one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.

The questions raised:

In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?
Do we stop to appreciate it?
Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made…

How many other things are we missing?

(Source: Washington Post)

Peace out!

Facebook is NOT Shutting Down on March 15

2011-01-10T00:40:00.003+08:00

The news that Facebook will shut down on March 15 because Mark Zuckerberg finds running the company “too stressful” is false.

It’s a rumor based on a fictitious, satirical story published on WeeklyWorldNews.com, a tabloid-style website best known for such past scoops as “Alien Spaceships to Attack Earth in 2011” and “Megan Fox Is a Man.”

Facebook has become a titan on the internet. While not the money generating giant that Google has become, it does touch more peoples lives than any other single website. Thus personal production within the workspace has been affected by Facebook and the apps that are attached to it.

Facebook was recently crowned the most visited website in 2010, and was valued at $50-billion by Goldman Sachs. Do you really think it’s shutting down? Oh come on.

Seriously, STOP panicking.

Peace out!

Resolution shhmolushen...

2011-01-01T14:13:00.002+08:00

screw resolutions.

Peace out!

WELCOME 2011!!

2011-01-01T00:00:00.000+08:00

May 2011 be a glorious year for everyone.

Peace out!

Berry, Berries everywhere!

2010-12-31T10:58:00.000+08:00

So ever since friends has noticed that my (crappy) phone was coming to the end of its life cycle, they've constantly urged me to start getting smart. In other words, get a smartphone. And so on the last day of 2010, not only did I bid goodbye to another year, I also bade farewell to my CSL which has begrudgingly stayed alive in order to see me off to another phase of handheld technology. And then it gratefully died.

So now, for me its... berries, berries, I take my BLACKBERRY EVERYWHERE :)

This latest gadget that has successfully made me feel OLD and very STUPID beyond all measure. This smartphone is definitely smarter than I am. After 24 hours of fidgeting with it I still have no clue on how to fully utilise at least one of its functions. But whatever, at least now I don't feel/ look so inferior compared to my students who are mostly using Iphones and phones that can probably shoot lasers and turn into jet packs. Yes, I am shallow like that.

So since I have now jumped unto the Blackberry bandwagon, any friends and bloggers who'd love to ~~harass~~ chat with me just email me for my BB pin. Lets chat FOC the night away :D

Now back to figuring out how this BB works. *fidgetfidgetfidget*

Peace out!

Crazy Cat Lady strikes!

2010-12-28T22:27:00.002+08:00

I envision my future grandfurkids will look a lot like these cuties though (hopefully) with longer fur. Bib!! Hurry up and give birth!!

Peace out!

I am OBSESSED!

2010-12-28T00:40:00.002+08:00

Continuing on from my previous post, Multitasking has long since deserted me and thus segmenting my brain to juggle multiple priorities at the same time is now becoming a chore. Since Tumblr can only take up so much of my time (although other Tumbloggers may beg to differ), the majority of my time is now occupied to cater to the whims and needs of one feline fatty, Bib the cat.

The latest addition to my family of one (geez, how much of a loser can I be?) is now expecting to further expand the family circle. Bib is officially and heavily knocked up. Other than being a painful reminder that a cat is getting more 'lovin-action' than I am, she is also the reason to why my social life has dwindled from barely there to near non-existent. I can only thank my best mates for literally saving me from growing roots in front of the laptop.

But life with Bib has its perks. It's good to have a warm reception every time you get home from work be it from a furry, four-legged, overweight creature. The only downside is that my crazy cat lady tendencies are flaring up. I am barely holding myself back from literally squeezing the kittens out of Bib like toothpaste.

But I wont.

Seriously. I wont.

Peace out!

p.s. Bib is due mid January. Am considering of putting up a video of her giving birth. Yes, I'm gross that way.

Blog Revisited

2010-12-28T00:09:00.003+08:00

4 months. My best record yet for leaving this blog unattended. Not that I had nothing to say. Nor has my thoughts been in the least bit coherent.

My only excuse is that the internet, as distracting and as addictive as it has always been, has offered new outlets of expression that really fits well with my busy (yeah right) lifestyle and lazy personality. I discovered Tumblr. Blogging made easy. Follow a whole bunch of people and *click*, you just reblogged a whole bunch of entries.

So if you're curious on what stuffs I reblog, check out my super simple Tumblr:

Rambling Reflections

Expect nothing. Pure thoughts put down on ~~paper~~ cyberspace. Plus, I need a Tumblr geek to help me figure out the inner workings of the site. I may be too dumb for Tumblr.

Follow if you like. I'm one follower shy of a full 30. Damn, I'm popular *kills self*.

Peace out!

We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a MERRY CHRISTMAS and a happy... that'll come later

2010-12-25T10:34:00.000+08:00

Peace out!

Feline Fetish

2010-08-20T13:25:00.002+08:00

I desperately want a cat. Big and fat would be good. And lazy. But loves to play. Like this guy...

Off to find a fat cat. Adios!

Ramadhan Kareem

2010-08-11T06:00:00.001+08:00

Happy Fasting :)

Flylashes??!! Eeewwwww...

2010-08-06T17:39:00.005+08:00

High-end brands now produces contact lenses. Japanese anime has spurred on the anime lenses that even the likes of Lady Gaga are also wearing them. Madonna revolutionized fake eyelashes with diamantes and feathers replacing the typical lashline and lashes. The Asians brought on the eyebrow tattooing craze. You'd think that there was there was no way for eye-related products to be any more bizarre. And then you get these.

We’re all for eyelash enhancement. Fake lashes, lash extensions, lash tinting — why not if it's in the name of beauty? But this is not only creepy — it’s gross and flat out disturbing. Invented by a young British artist, Jessica Harrison, she truly stepped out of the (normal) box and designed her very own set of fake lashes made entirely out of fly’s legs.

Grossed out yet? Just check out the video then.

Flylashes from Jessica Harrison on Vimeo.

Originally from this website: Styleite

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

2010-08-04T15:39:00.002+08:00

Talk about a university that truly rolls with the times. If you can't stop teens from having sex then make them have safe sex. A complete 180 from what my previous university believed in. I think I'll really like it here :P

IIUM Theater Week

2010-08-04T05:51:00.000+08:00

I should've done this earlier but I forgot. But since I love my students that much... COME ONE, COME ALL TO IIUM's THEATER WEEK.

You guys better greet me at the door with a kompang, and smoke machine now.

5 Things You Never Knew Your Cell Phone Could Do

2010-08-01T21:34:00.004+08:00

Just thought I'd share this :)

FIRST

Emergency

The Emergency Number worldwide for Mobile is 112. If you find Yourself out of the coverage area of your mobile network and there is an Emergency, dial 112 and the mobile will search any existing network to Establish the emergency number for you, and interestingly, this number 112 can be dialed even if the keypad is locked. Try it out.

SECOND

Have you locked your keys in the car?

Does your car have remote keyless entry? This may come in handy someday. Good reason to own a cell phone: If you lock your keys In the car and the spare keys are at home, call someone at home on their cell phone from your cell phone. Hold your cell phone about a foot From your car door and have the person at your home press the unlock button, holding it near the mobile phone on their end. Your car will unlock. Saves someone from having to drive your keys to you. Distance is no object. You could be hundreds of miles away, and if you can reach someone who has the other ’ remote ’ for your car, you can unlock the doors (or the trunk).

Editor’s Note: It works fine! We tried it out and it unlocked our car over a cell phone!

THIRD

Hidden Battery Power

Imagine your cell battery is very low. To activate, press the keys *3370#. Your cell phone will restart with this reserve and the instrument will show a 50% increase in battery. This reserve will get charged when you charge your cell phone next time.

FOURTH

How to disable a STOLEN mobile phone?

To check your Mobile phone’s serial number, key in the following Digits on your phone: *#06#. A 15-digit code will appear on the screen. This number is unique to your handset. Write it down and keep it somewhere safe. If your phone gets stolen, you can phone your service provider and give them this code. They will then be able to block your handset so even if the thief changes the SIM card, your phone will be totally useless. You probably won’t get your phone back, but at least you know that whoever stole it can’t use/sell it either. If everybody does this, there would be no point in people stealing mobile phones.

And Finally……

FIFTH

Free Directory Service for Cells

Cell phone companies are charging us $1.00 to $1.75 or more for 411 information calls when they don’t have to. Most of us do not carry a telephone directory in our vehicle, which makes this situation even more of a problem. When you need to use the 411 information option, simply dial: (800)FREE411 or (800) 373-3411 without incurring any charge at all. Program this into your cell phone now.

Dilemma Orang Melayu

2010-07-13T10:17:00.010+08:00

One Malaysia is a myth?

Kenapa agaknya orang Melayu selalu dikaitkan dengan kerja kerajaan? Orang Cina pula mesti jadi businessman and orang India jadi peguam atau doktor. Adakah itu satu kemestian jikalau kita dilahirkan sebagai seorang Malaysian?

Tak lama dulu aku diterima bekerja di sebuah syarikat swasta. Syarikat itu milik seorang warganegara Australia yang dah menjadi penduduk tetap Malaysia. Walaupun aku 'excited' dapat masuk syarikat tu tapi tak sangka la pulak ramai yang memberi respon negatif dan memberi amaran agar berjaga-jaga. Kata mereka sektor swasta ni susah lebih-lebih lagi jika boss bukan orang Melayu. Ramai berpendapat kalau nak kerja senang, mesti cari syarikat yang majoriti pekerjanya sama kaum dengan kamu. Pada pendapat aku, pemikiran begini macam ada unsur-unsur perkauman je. Setiap bangsa seolah-olah dikategorikan dengan perangai tertentu maka kaum berlainan tak boleh 'ngam'. Tak boleh bekerjasama.

Yang paling mengecewakan apabila majoriti yang berpendapat begini adalah orang Melayu. Ramai yang sanggup menolak peluang pekerjaan yang lebih elok semata-mata ingin mengelak daripada bekerja dengan orang berlainan kaum. Jika ditanya kenapa meraka berbuat demikian, semua memberi alasan mendengar terlalu banyak 'horror story' mengenai bekerja dengan mereka yang berlainan kaum. Inilah orang Melayu kita, baru dengar 'horror story' je dah give up terus. Jikalau korang give-up lepas korang cuba bekerja kat situ, itu lain cerita. Ini cuba pun tidak, tapi dah give up awal-awal. Isk... isk... isk...

Tapi takleh nak salahkan orang Melayu je. Kaum lain pun selalu juga bertanggapan negatif kat orang Melayu. Ramai boss-boss bukan Melayu yang tak suka mengambil pekerja Melayu. Pada pandangan diorang pekerja Melayu adalah pemalas dan tak boleh diharap. Sesetangah syarikat swasta hanya mengambil pekerja Melayu kerana perlu memenuhkan kuota pekerja bumiputera. Jika diberi peluang mereka langsung tak nak mengambil pekerja Melayu. My supervisor secara terang-terangan mengaku yang dia berfikir 2-3 kali bila kena interview orang Melayu. Bukan kerana dia tak suka orang Melayu tapi disebabkan reputasi orang Melayu yang konon-kononnya pemalas dan tak suka cabaran dalam pekerjaan. Nasib baik juga aku berjaya meyakinkan dia yang aku bukan orang sebegitu, jadi aku pun dapat la kerja tu. Tapi bayangkanlah situasi interview di mana kedua-dua pihak, majikan dan pekerja, masing-masing ada tanggapan negatif terhadap pihak yang satu lagi tu. Macam mana nak bekerjasama kalau dari awal lagi dah takde kepercayaan langsung.

Sampai bila la rakyat Malaysia nak hidup dalam stereotaip negatif ni. Kalau pekerjaan setiap individu dah ditentukan buat apa ajar anak-anak Malaysia untuk ada cita-cita. Baik cakap je terus "Aiman, nanti bila dah besar nanti takleh kerja selain daripada kerja kerajaan tau. Kena kerja situ sebab orang Melayu semua kerja situ." Rasanya dia akan jawab "Aiman tak kisah" tak?

Konklusinya setiap orang ada kehebatan tersendiri. Jadi tak kiralah bangsa apa pun orang tu, peluang mestilah diberi tanpa sebarang prejudis. Walaupun aku seorang berbangsa Melayu, namun aku bukan hak milik kerajaan.

For once I wanna be ugly

2010-07-13T09:18:00.003+08:00

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DAILY DRIVING PET PEEVES…

2010-07-09T16:52:00.004+08:00

1. Driving behind a guy who’s in no big hurry for anything, so he drives like ten km per hour.

2. People who don't wait their turn and squeeze their way into a turning/ junction

3. Tailgaters and High Beamers.

4. People who honks at every single opportunity

5. People who does not use the signal to turn.

What are some of your driving pet peeves?

It ain't nice to be nice?

2010-07-07T14:44:00.001+08:00

I'm suddenly hit by this sudden urge to expand on the topic of 'niceness' from my previous post. These questions keeps going going round and round in my head. Is niceness truly overrated nowadays? Is it old-fashioned? Has it become redundant?

I don't see that many people giving up their seats on the LRT anymore nor do I see people helping out a neighbour who's moving out. People in trouble are now entertainment where its fun to gawk at their difficulties.

The world today has become selfish, self-centered and indifferent. We no longer live in the days of chivalry and manners. Its every man for themselves. You snooze, you lose. Being nice is no longer a part of life. It needs to be reminded with posters and signs and even TV advertisements. It is an afterthought. Something you entertain when you have time to spare. Being nice is not considered a virtue. Merely a time filler to while away idle time and to boost up your image while you're at it. Why do you think all acts of kindness are highlighted in newspapers nowadays? Simply because true acts of kindness are rare. Why be kind or nice if you have nothing to gain from it?

I still remember my conversation with my CEO, "Shan you're too sweet. You need to be more assertive. More forceful. Then people will respect you. If you're too nice then people will walk all over you. You need to erase 'May I'... 'Can I'... 'Could you'... and 'Please'... from your vocabulary." He then proceeded to demonstrate a "professional" call. Basically it was just him bullying a poor PA into releasing her boss's telephone number. My reaction to that was whaaaa???

If niceness is like an asset only to be used when it best suits you then why teach kids to be kind in the first place. If they're just going to grow up to be cold-hearted and unfeeling then might as well teach them from the very beginning that being nice is not the best way to go. So what if they're bullies when they're just gonna grow up into bigger bullies.

But me being the oddball of the 21st century, I still believe that a little act of kindness will go a long way. To this very day I still remember and how a kind young man gave up his seat for me simply because he saw that I gave up my seat for an elderly man. If me, one little person, can propel another individual to do an act of kindness than I'm sure 10 other person can do the same.

William Wordsworth once said that "the best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love". So be kind and nice people, because niceness is NOT overrated.

Chronicles of a Job Hopper pt. 1 - The Producer

2010-07-06T12:44:00.006+08:00

Job hopping can literally suck the life out of you. I've only been at it for only a month but after going through the endless cycle of personalising resumes, interviews and adapting to new workplaces I'm literally turning into a non entity. Belonging to neither here nor there. Forgotten in a blink of an eye. So if you get the sudden urge to start job hopping, clamp down the feeling. Hard! Trust me. Don't learn the hard way.

After woefully ending my teaching stint at the university, I decided to stretch my wings and see where the winds of change would take me. The first gust of wind landed me on a surprisingly cushy job at an events management company where I'm in charge of researching and putting together business conferences. It was my first real job (outside the university that is) that if people were to ask what my designation was in the company, I'd (literally) puff up my chest proudly and say "I'm a Conference Producer". Bangga siot.

I looked forward to the job just like a fresh grad would. All this while my whole world revolved around the university but now I'm a newbie in the corporate world. The corporate world was everything that I thought it would be: exciting, fast-paced, time-oriented, business-oriented and of course money-oriented. Those people were easily excited by the sound of ka-ching! I knew that it was a dog-eat-dog world but the truth was I was way in over my head. I should've known just how tough this job could be by the number of people who had quit before I came in. One girl actually lasted for a record of 3 days before she up and left. I consider it a personal record when I actually lasted a whole month before I called it quits.

I was thrown into the job almost immediately. Everyday was a barrage of phone calls and random conversations with completely rude or brusque strangers. It was bad enough that the workload was horrendous at the office itself but the job also requires you to literally bring your work home. And at every step and every turn I took I met with constant criticism. "You're not forceful enough". "The data is crap". "You don't have enough numbers". "YOU GOTTA STOP SAYING PLEASE!!" Not only was I deemed not efficient I was also too nice. How can I be too nice? There's no such thing as being too nice. In fact, people nowadays needs to be nicer. Sheesh. Seems like humility was not welcomed in the corporate world. It was a sign of weakness. Being nice would mean you'd end up as a pushover. But seriously, what's wrong with being nice. Just because the other company is making money through harassing and bullying people does that mean you need to harass and bully people back? Where does the corporate world's integrity lie?

The cherry on top of the cake however was when the company was so nonchalant on the idea of lying. What kind of employer would actually encourage the employees to lie? Sure you need to think creatively to achieve your goals but does thinking creatively mean lying? And since when lying became a legitimate mode of business? Call me a Utopian idealist or call me stupid but I believe that a company, no matter how money minded they are, should maintain a certain amount of dignity and go about their business with honesty. I may not be the most religious person in the world but I really cant work in a company where lying is encouraged and being a bully is appreciated.

Immediate notice given. My measly things packed up. I walked out of there free and feeling as if a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. No more late nights trying to find phone numbers of strangers. No more angry yells from your CEO, or your Supervisor or from strangers on the phone. But most importantly no more lying. The only regret I had were the new friends and a thermos I left behind. The friends I dont regret leaving as much since Facebook keeps everyone connected these days but the thermos is now as good as lost. A damn good thermos it was. I'll miss it greatly.

So all you job-seeking people out there, if you ever come across a job as Conference Producer then just beware. Unless you're one of those people who loves calling up random strangers by the hundreds then just turn around and walk on by. Best to keep your sanity intact.

*Next up, the interview monster. Watch this space.

Siapa suka kutuk mengutuk? Anonymous!!

2010-04-15T20:00:00.004+08:00

Blogpost ini sempena meraikan kali pertama Shan Aziz menerima komen 'anonymous'. Setelah bertahun-tahun menjadi blogger akhirnya si anonymous sudi meninggalkan sepatah dua kata. Komen anonymous ni bukan sebarang komen ye, ini komen anonymous yang telah mengutuk diri kerdil ini 'perasan'. Adakah Shan Aziz perasan? Iye. Kadang-kadang saya ni memang perasan jugak orangnya. Tapi rasanya takdelah lebih-lebih sangat. Kalau orang perasan sedar yang diri dia perasan maka dapatlah dia meng-'kontrol' keperasanan diri dia sendiri. Tapi kalau orang yang perasan tak sedar yang dia tu perasan... haih parah situasi tu.

Persoalannya sekarang, kenapa perlu meng-anonymouskan diri sendiri? Saya rasa kalau nak beri ~~kutukan~~ kritikan membina ataupun sekadar ingin menegur, apa salahnya memperkenalkan diri sendiri. Kadang-kadang ada juga isu yang membuatkan ramai warga-warga anonymous ni semua bergaduh sesama sendiri. Sampai naik konfius nak baca semua komen. Ada juga situasi di mana warga-warga anonymous ni berdebat sesama sendiri sampaikan orang lain boleh tahu identiti masing-masing. Kalau cam gitu, baik tak payah jadi anonymous. Itu sudah famous.

Tapi takpelah, mungkin warga anonymous itu semua tak gila glamer. Low profile la katakan. Cuma eloklah kalau kita semua ambil iktibar dari pepatah omputih ni,

"If you have nothing nice to say, then don't say anything at all."

Tak macho aaa jadi anonymous.

If your life was made into a movie, who would play you?

2010-04-13T01:30:00.004+08:00

Inspired by post from a friend and fellow blogger, Azreen, I've been curious ever since to find out which actor/actress/superhero/wrestler/politician/supervillain/cartoon character etc. would you want to potray 'you' in a movie. Leave your choices in the comment box kay :)

Me? Hands down its America Ferrara. Coz she looks like me :D

Sama kan? kan? kan?

So come on folks, sit back and let someone else play your life.

And IIUM shall be proud...

2010-04-09T00:52:00.006+08:00

Remember the entry 'Be my Guess?'. I'm 'guest'-ing that entry really cracked most of you up. And since I have been in desperate need of cheering up of late, I've decided to share more funny liners that my friends and I have spotted throughout IIUM during our study years. If IIUM were to find out about this post I'll probably be in deep sh*t.

But what the heck. Onwards with the funnies!

Taken from a 'Go Green' poster

This is neither British nor American spelling. Please note wriggly red line whenever you type something. It's wriggly & red for a reason.

Taken from IIUM PC Fair

"Promote! Promote! 1 day only. If you don't come now I cannot promote you. "

(Also note that 's' has somehow disappeared from 'unit'. Ashamed to be in the same poster as 'special promote' perhaps?)

Taken from an IIUM Bazaar

The word makan in inverted commas suggests so many different meanings for those with the "imaginative" minds. Give a teen an opportunity and they'll amaze you with his/her perverseness.

Taken from an ad in IIUM

Never mind all the grammatical mistakes. Concentrate on "Are you 'in' Harry?" *LoL* I told you, give any opportunity for perverseness and it shall happen.

Taken from a poster in IIUM

Anybody care to sign up? Tools needed for the workshop: long trench coat, dark sunglasses, cap and running shoes.

Taken from a 'Maintain Cleanliness' poster in IIUM

Decoy (taken from Oxford Dictionary):

1. a bird or mammal, or an imitation of one, used to lure game.

2. a person or thing used to mislead or lure someone into a trap.

3. a pond from which narrow netted channels lead, into which wild duck may be enticed for capture.

So are we supposed to use a bird/ mammal to clean as we go? Or mislead someone when we want to clean? Or perhaps jump into a pond full of ducks after we clean? Hmmm...

Taken from a sign at one of the IIUM cafetarias

To check if you are a male, you must ensure that you have extra hanging appendages in between your crotch. If in doubt please do not hesitate to ask the nearest persons next to you. If in further doubt please go to the nearest administration office and drop your pants for further clarification.

So there you go folks. Hope you all had a good laugh. And please don't hesitate to point out further funny liners if ever you see one. We all could always do with a good laugh or two :)

*pics courtesy of Zetty Amny. She and I had plenty of good laughs over these few pictures .*

Saya innocent, encik. Betul!!

2010-04-07T03:37:00.004+08:00

Tarikh: Isnin, 5 April 2010
Lokasi: Simpang dari UIA menuju cabang Ampang (MRR2)/KL (Karak) di highway.

Masa: 9.30pm

Situasi: gelap-gelita

Mr. JayPeeJay: Awak terkejut ke saya suruh awak berhenti?

Shan: Agak ah (mata bulat ketakutan, muka pucat lesi sambil tangan menggenggam erat stereng kereta. Kesan genggaman itu masih lagi berada di stereng kereta sampai sekarang.)

Mr. JayPeeJay: Cermin kereta awak ni gelap ni.

Shan: heh? (mata kini bulat kebingungan)

Mr. JayPeeJay: Awak buat semua cermin ke? (dia mengeluarkan lampu suluh dan menyuluh kesemua cermin kereta. Muka serius je).

Shan: haaa?! (sekarang mulut pula ternganga luas. Alhamdulillah kawasan tu takde serangga2 terbang.)

Mr. JayPeeJay: Bila awak buat cermin ni?

Shan: T..tak buat pape pun encik. Apa yang saya dapat t.. time beli kereta ni, n... ni je lah. (haih... gagap la pulak)

Mr. JayPeeJay: Betul ke ni?

Saya: (mata semakin bulat) B... betul encik. Saya ni mana tahu sangat bab2 kereta ni (butiran peluh sejuk mula berkumpul di dahi)

Mr. JayPeeJay:: Macam susah nak percaya je...

Saya: B..b betul encik. Saya memang tak buat pape. Kalau tak percaya boleh telefon mak saya (terus keluarkan handphone dan dail nombor mak.)

Mr. JayPeeJay: Eh. Tak payah... tak payah. (Dia belek2 cermin lagi. Lepas tu dia pandang muka saya. Saya pun pandang balik muka dia).

5 minit berlalu.

Mr. JayPeeJay: Cermin ni gelap ni. Awak kene pergi check kat JPJ.

Shan: Okay, okay. Saya pergi check.

Mr. JayPeeJay: Kalau betul gelap awak kena bayar denda.

Shan: Hah? Ye ke? Okay, okay saya pergi check.

Mr. JayPeeJay: (geleng kepala) Haih... okaylah. Awak pegi baliklah.

Shan: Boleh balik eh? Okthanksbye. (tanpa ragu2 terus tekan minyak dan blah)

2 jam kemudian.

Shan: (tengah baring2 tiba2 terbangun) Laaa... dia nak aku hulur duit ke?

Inilah alkisah seorang perempuan lurus bendul yang tak pernah kena tahan polis/ JPJ. Kadangkala lurus bendul tu ada hikmahnya juga ye.

Now why didn't I think of that?

2010-04-04T23:40:00.002+08:00

Now I know how to kill time when my mum drags me shopping :P

Facebook... literally.

2010-04-03T00:10:00.003+08:00

Disturbingly Awesome

Lemme know if you get nightmares.

Happy 25th Birthday! Wait se minit. 25? Again?

2010-04-01T00:00:00.000+08:00

To all April Fool's baby,

I dedicate this video to you so that you'll all start your birthday depressed and suicidal. So when your friends play crappy jokes and mean pranks on your special day, your mood can't get any worse. To any of you planning April Fool's jokes on me, I swear I'll unleash the power of 'It', the clown, on you.

And yes, I'm 25 again this year.

And the award goes to...

2010-03-31T01:54:00.001+08:00

Whenever I bloghop I always wonder about those award icons that some people have on their blogs. I'm like "how do I get one of those? Do I enter a competition? Do I need a gazillion followers just to get one of those icons? I want one!"

Yes folks, I am one of those narcissistic people that need to feed their self-esteem constantly.

But finally! I got an award. Woohoo! My self-esteem is hitting the roof. So thanks to dear Kak Aisyah I finally have an icon to show off. Kak Aisyah, you're the best!

However as recipients of this award, I am bound to certain rules.

Rule no. 1: Accept the award. *gladly*

Rule no. 2: Write 7 stuff about myself that people should know. *Aiyoo now this is the hard part. What to write aaa?*

7 Things you should know about me.

I'm a Master Procrastinator. Things that I can finish off today, I can postpone till the next month. This post was started at 2.30pm, 26th March 2010. It is now 1.20am, 31st March 2010. So yeah, I have truly mastered the art of procrastinating.
Sleep is my defense mechanism. The more I worry/ stressed/ depressed/ mad/ suicidal, the more I sleep. It's probably one of the main factors why I procrastinate so much.
Sometimes I cepat perasan. Okay, I am not gonna elaborate on this. Korang paham-paham sendirilah.
I'm a hopeless romantic masquerading as a heartless pessimist. I still dream that someday I'll meet my soulmate.
I indulge the bimbo in me by regular dosage of America's Next Top Model and Project Runway. I've yet to miss an episode of these two shows.
I am an Asian drama addict. Theme of choice: The love dynamics of younger guy & older woman.
I think I might end up as a 'cougar' someday.

And since I have done my part, I shall now pass on this award to those who are just as deserving.

Sarah Bukan Raksasa - She claims she's not a raksasa and yet she's a multiple personality disordered cookie monster. It'll be an interesting blogpost indeed.
Chuck - Coz she's a Kpop Otaku disguised as a medical researcher. The combination of the two is simply mind boggling.
Bawang - He's the Puaka from Patpong. Nuff said.
Aimee - I am forced to include her. She's my baby sister.
All followers and readers - the fact that you're reading my blog makes all of you beautiful to me.

Yikes, its now 2am. Told ya I'm a master procrastinator.

This Burdened Heart

2010-03-28T00:48:00.001+08:00

This burdened heart speaks low but clear
That today destiny’s lanes are not very clear;
That pain, like rain, can mist up the eyes
That clouds, like pain can block out the skies

That somewhere else my heart wants to go
There are dreams and all I had to forego
Burdening my heart: where lies happiness
If my mind lies elsewhere, oscillating and vacillating:
Restrained and constrained, layers within layers
Life is but a stage and we, the players
But also when total liberty beckons, perplexed
My soul is vanquished, there are no walls to demolish
No mountains to climb, no one to care;
Nobody to say, nobody at all
“Not now, not like this, not this time”
That somewhere in this century we are alone, bewildered,
Abandoned, that we are
Parts of burdened hearts, that lie lost, thrown aside
Neglected, dejected, rejected
That there are no signposts on the crumbling way.

This burdened heart stops and starts
Carries on, bump-a-lump; will not give up
Life is but a brimming cup.

~Rani Turton~

MAP Arts Festival.

2010-03-27T12:27:00.003+08:00

No plans for the day? Want something to do? Head on down to the MAP Arts Festival.

MAP is opening its doors TODAY, 27th of March 2010 with a 2-day arts festival. Activities include music, art, sculpture, performances, installations, talks, workshops and art markets alongside social and individual empowerment activities. The festival will introduce MAP’s two spaces: a 6,000 sq ft gallery and a 200-seater experimental theatre named the White Box and Black Box respectively.

In the works is an exciting program of community oriented activities that encompasses the widest possible diversity of creative content. MAP will provide opportunities for arts and cultural producers from multidisciplinary backgrounds. As a meeting point between artists, curators, critics and the public, it will serve as a catalyst for the exchange and exploration of contemporary ideas.

MAP is located in Solaris Dutamas. Details can be obtained via their website, www.mapkl.org or call Alex Yong at 019-3222932, Erna Dyanty at 012-2310961 or Sze at 013-3330852.

Free Admission to ALL Events. Check out their schedule on their Facebook page or just refer to the image below for activities that'll interest you.

Hope to see you there :)

Jane Austen kicks Zombie ass.

2010-03-24T00:42:00.015+08:00

Imagine women of the Victorian era all in long dresses with necklines all the way up to their chin and hairdos that'll stretch your scalp, all involved in a death battle with zombies.

Or...

these same women all involved in a tumultuous love affair with SEA MONSTERS! Man oh man, the things people come up with nowadays.

This whole Supernatural/ classic literature mashup is somewhat bizarre, I tell you. But in a good way. I totally support anything that'll generate more interest in reading the classics. Yes even the Twilight series. Even though I detest the very idea of the non-fanged, glittering (So gay) bloodsucking vampire series it has at the very least generate an interest among youngsters to read Wuthering Heights. All because it's Edward Cullen & Bella's favourite book.

They even revamped the book cover so that it resembles the 'Twilight' series and even highlighted the fact that its Edward & Bella favourite book. Talk about feeding the obsession eh?

Now take Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief for example. Before the book series (and now the motion picture) came out kids/ teens probably didn't know that Hermes is not merely an expensive brand name and thought that Apollo is a type of snack. In reality they're both names of Ancient Greek gods. So despite the fact that it is pure fiction this series is actually informative. Heck even I got some benefit out of reading the series. Some information I got out of the book was actually useful in one of my lessons. Who knew eh?

I actually learned about the 12 Greek Gods from this book. And trust me the book is WAY better than the movie. WAY better.

So yeah, if literary purists were to say "Oh my god, you're ruining great works of literature!" then I say " Shut your trap, and be glad. Mashup classics is the latest fad." Hey, I just rhymed! And I stand true to what I just said. As great as any fad may be it'll still fade away in time but great works of literature, be it the classics or modern literary works, will forever stand the test of time. All we need to do is generate enough interest in people so that they'll never be forgotten.

So do check out the books. Pride and Prejudice and Zombies was number three on the New York Times Bestseller list and the same author now just published another book entitled Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter which is now number four on the New York Times Bestseller list. Meanwhile Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters is written by a different author but is published by the same company.

*And since my birthday is like a week away (1st April!!) I would LOVE to have one of these books as a birthday present. Please... pretty please, someone? :D

Biol punya orang. Tak reti bawak kereta ke? tunjuk jari tengah

2010-03-14T14:49:00.013+08:00

The title does not in any way refer to me at all. In fact it refers to the moron who thinks that just because my car is smaller than his, therefore he has the right to act like a jerk and give out rude gestures.

You'd think that I'd got this response because I was driving slow on the fast lane or endangering other drivers by driving recklessly or something. But no, I got this "charming" epithet all because I cut him off when I entered the middle lane. Did I nearly ram into his car? Heck no! He was miles behind me. Did I signal? Of course.

So what did I do wrong? I was driving slower than he was.

Seriously, I don't get dudes with heavily modified cars who has this need to speed whenever they drive. But whatever lah, if you wanna speed like a mad person then go ahead because its your bloody fuel that you're burning. Tak kacau duit aku pun. But what I truly don't get is that they need to speed even though they're not on the fast lane and they bully others who are in their way. Now I'd totally understand if I was blocking you in the fast lane, but this is the middle lane I'm talking about. Is driving at 90 km/h in the middle lane wrong nowadays? And what's the point of speeding on KL roads anyways when cars are bumper-to-bumper nearly all the time.

And also what's with all the bullying? What results will it achieve by 'menghimpit' another person's car? If you bump my car won't it leave scratches on both our cars? Or have you somehow magically developed an invisible force field around your car? Nak letak force field around your car? Takat bawak wira je baik tak payah la brader.

Sumpah, if I was Superman I'll pick up that dude's car and hurl it with all my strength. Dah nak speed sangat. Hah, amik kau!

Being a girl driver in KL is challenging enough but to be bullied even further just because I drive a smaller car is simply heinous. Do realise that no matter how big of a car you have if you langgar pokok, remuk jugak. If habis minyak, stranded jugak. If every individual is judged solely on the basis o0f car size then might as well people start driving the monster trucks. Better yet, the army tank. Nobody will mess with you then.

I vow someday my little viva will be equipped like this. Berani ko nak buli?

Be my Guess.

2010-01-28T02:04:00.005+08:00

Can you spot what is wrong with this picture?

And to think this came from a local International university that prides itself on its English. Hampeh!

Sex Explained By Pens

2010-01-26T13:27:00.008+08:00

I got this from Buzzfeed.com and it had me laughing my head off. And since laughter is the best medicine for pretty much anything, I thought I'd share it with you lovely people. Enjoy :D

Pederasty or paederasty (US: /ˈpɛdəræsti/, UK: /ˈpiːdəræsti/) is a (usually erotic) relationship between an older man and an adolescent boy outside his immediate family.

*I had to google this because I had no clue what it meant. Buat malu je jadi cikgu bahasa omputih.

Eww, so the "hentai" wan?

2010-01-25T01:22:00.005+08:00

Hentai is Japanese for pervert. And pervert is a great description of most Malay minds. Male & female alike. No exceptions. Mad at that statement? Why would you be? Unless you are one. A hentai, that is ;)

Today, I witnessed another display of Malay hentai-ism during a Mak Yong theater. Yes, you heard right. Hentai-ism during a Mak Yong theater at Istana Budaya. Throughout the entire show, the biggest response came only after corny, porno jokes were told. Not after a beautiful display of Mak yong dancing nor during an intense fight scene nor even after a touching, reunion scene between a long-lost mother and son. During these times the audience were either yawning away or anticipating when the actor will say 'pele' (Penis in Kelantanese dialect) again.

And of course to add insult to injury they just had to throw in a cross-dressing pondan dayang into the mix. These kind of things really makes one wonder if Malay theater can actually survive if they omitted sexual jokes and softy mak nyah from the plots. Seriously, I even heard some guys reviewing the play based on the porno jokes and the pondan element alone. Forget the fact that it was a play to promote Mak Yong. Apparently porno jokes were more important. I'm guessing that these were the same guys who wolf-whistled and hooted when an actor had to embrace an actress. It wasn't even a proper hug. And yet they made such a ruckus. It was bloody humiliating. And it seems like I was not the only ones who felt this way. Several Mat Sallehs came for the show as well and they were actually looking around and shaking their heads when these "moments" happened.

Will there ever be a time when Malays can actually show 'depth' through their mindset. Or is it just wishful thinking on my part since we Malaysians are conditioned to act and think this way. I don't know. What do you think?

Welcome to Bootcamp, maggots!!

2010-01-23T16:32:00.006+08:00

Before any of you start freaking out and think "OMG!! Shan joined the army!", I didn't. Join the army that is. But I did, for support of my dear friend Sheena and also due to my WTH-might-as-well-try-it syndrome, join a one hour intense exercise bootcamp.

And boy am I feeling the burn!

The video is nothing compared to the exercises that we actually had to do that day. I'm talking about nonstop push-ups, sit-ups, jumping jacks, squat pulses, jackknives, and a whole load of running. Not to mention a continuous flipping of a 30kg tractor wheel across the field. I'm guessing The Star probably edited out all the "good" parts so people would actually sign up. Check out this link if you really wanna see how intense the training can be: Bootcamp promotional video. Seriously, the intensity level was through the roof. I was already panting away right after warm-ups. And to think Sheena said that session was mild. Mild is a brisk walk around my apartment complex. Lifting up heavy bags of sand and running around a field with it is NOT mild.

But as the beautifully fit and oh-so-handsome trainer in the video said the bootcamp is great for those who wish to lose weight fast. And for anyone who wishes to raise their stamina level. But forget it if you're one of those people who cares about getting mud in your nails or mind being around sweaty people because throughout my hour there, I was up to my elbows in mud, grime and god knows whatever filth. It'll get in your nails, hair, face, shoes and even your underwear. Sweat? Please... horses sweat less than we did that day.

Bootcamp Malaysia Bring-a-Friend Day survivors. Woohoo!

So the all important question, would I ever I sign up for this crazy exercise bootcamp? Probably. But only when I'm desperate enough to lose weight. Like maybe a couple of months before my wedding. I'll definitely look fantastic during the wedding but will probably be too tired out to actually enjoy my "first" night. Hehe... kesian my future husband :P

Check out this website if you're interested to know more about the Bootcamp: Bootcamp Malaysia.

So now if you'll excuse me, I need to go rub some deep-heat balm on my aching muscles. My muscles ache so good.

I'm not a sadist. Really!

2010-01-20T00:46:00.010+08:00

Who would've thought that a couple of videos on World War 1 would actually make my students cry. Never did I realise that I had some pure, innocent souls that would actually be touched by the sheer intensity of WW1 footage. Why would I when I myself is a far cry from being innocent. My heart is now an unfeeling stone that nothing beyond outright torture and mutilation would elicit any sort of response from me.

Do I feel bad for making them cry? Of course!

But did I get satisfaction from seeing them cry? Hmm... erm, yeah.

Now before you all start hurling stones at me please allow me to explain myself. Contrary to what I just said I do not derive satisfaction from another person's misery. This satisfaction is simply because I knew that somehow my efforts have paid off. Through their tears I now know that my students have finally understood the full impact WW1 had on people. And they cry because they now know why the war poets wrote dark, depressing war poems.

VIDEO 1: The Horrors of War.

I showed them this video simply because it had footage on how the battles were fought in WW1. Imagine, at the tender age of 18 you are required to go to war not knowing what to expect. World War 1 was the first war with modern weapons. Technological advancement in warfare resulted in approximately 16 million lives lost.

Video 2: Shell Shock

This is probably the more gruesome out of the two videos and is probably the reason tears started falling. This video simply shows the physical and psychological trauma that surviving soldiers had to go through because of the war. WARNING!! It is not for the faint-hearted. So approach the play button with caution.

However despite the depressing outcome of the class, I really relished class that day. The students now can probably relate better to the theme of war atrocities. And hopefully as a result of that they'll now have a much critical view on war. Peace has now become a commodity. Owned only by those with more money and bigger guns.

As for myself, what I got out if it is the fact that I have managed to draw-out a different kind of response other than the customary 'blur' look that most of my students usually have on. That in itself is a major accomplishment :P

Gus Fraba...

2010-01-14T01:11:00.007+08:00

I will permit no man to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him.

~ Booker T. Washington ~

I need to memorize this. I'll do whatever it takes; drink it, eat it, hit it, beat it, keep it, stamp it, kick it, kiss it, lick it.

Anything!

Short of writing it in permanent marker across my forehead I need to make sure that NOBODY, and I really mean NOBODY is worth this much aggravation.

What's aggravating me?

Brown-nosers. Lowlifes that has no purpose in life except sucking up to people who they think has the power. They have their noses so far up another person's backside that you'd think the other person is growing another set of legs.

Tattle-tales. Scumbags that goes orgasmic by the thought of passing on gossip and tidbits to people who they think are in power. They further experience multiple orgasm when the gossip creates trouble for others.

Busybodies. Losers that has no life of their own thus they busy themselves in other people's business. Never have they realised that they are unwanted, unwelcomed and unlikeable.

*deep breath* Gus Fraba.... Gus Fraba...

But its okay. I AM the better (wo)man here. I WILL take the high road. And I shall NOT permit these contemptible deadbeats to degrade my soul by hating them.

I shall not hate them. I shall NOT hate them.

Well... maybe not that much.

Glee + Geek = GLEEK!!

2010-01-05T03:39:00.007+08:00

Okay its official. I am now a die hard Glee fan. I LOVE LOVE LOVE the show. I have their songs playing on loop! Putting aside the fact that I am a sucker for musicals I think this is one of the funniest and entertaining shows EVER. The day that Glee stops airing shall be the day that I shall flood the world with tears and hurl myself off the cliff of loneliness and despair.

Yes, I love it THAT much.

This is how much of a 'Gleek' I am.

Don't know the show? Read up on what Glee is all about here. Starworld on ASTRO will be airing the show soon so Malaysia, please, please, please tune in. You ain't got nothing to lose by it. Here's a preview on what you'll see on the show.

*APPLAUSE*

Tolonglah, sila tonton rancangan ini.

Out with the old, On with the new

2010-01-01T00:00:00.006+08:00

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

~Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1850~

My Prayer

My health.

My family.

My friends.

My life.

These are the things I am grateful for. And these are the things I am hoping for. Dear God, I ask for nothing more. And I ask for nothing less. Take care of me in 2010 as you have taken care of me in 2009 for it is because of you that I live, and it shall be because of you that I die.

Amin.

Bila Shan jumpa artis.

2009-12-31T01:01:00.007+08:00

Artiste No. 1: Awal Ashaari

Reasons to NOT like Awal Ashaari:

He has yet to pay his PTPTN
He got caught during a raid at an illegal nightclub
He might be gay
If he's not gay, he may be dating Scha Alyahya.

*contemplating*

Aaah! Screw it. He so FINE.

Ye saya tahu gambar agak blur. Mungkin rakan saya terkedu tengok Awal kot.

I used to be a huge fan of Awal. Up to the point where I would go up to my mum and say "Ma, ni lah bakal menantu mama." To which my mum would reply, "Hmm... ye lah tu. Macam lah dia nak sangat kat kamu tu." Yes, mums can be brutal.

However after hearing a rumour that he was gay. I was crushed. Devastated. Heartbroken. What can I do? I didn't have what he wanted. A pen*s. Sedih. So I moved on... to Jimmy Shanley :D

But today, I saw him. In person. Cuter off camera. Smelling oh-so-yummy. He took pictures with me. And he smiled at me. Why? Why? Why did he smile at me?

"Oh Awal!! Marry me!! If need be I'll stick stuff up your butt. Marry Me!!"

But of course, me the egostistical, control-freak would never ever say that. So apa lagi, melepas lah.

2009-12-31T01:00:00.006+08:00

Artiste No. 2: Scha Alyahya

Now I've never been a huge fan of Scha Alyahya but I am very much guilty of having the "fan poyo" syndrome, meaning that whenever I see an artiste or somebody famous I'd instantly want to have a picture with them or at the very least have them smile at me even though I don't like them. Yes, I know it's very the Over. So anyways, on the very same day I met Awal, Scha was there too. So of course I went into "fan poyo" overdrive. Picture with Awal was already taken care off now its her turn.

So there I was, trying to pluck up the nerve to approach her when suddenly a lady with a 5 year old girl approached and asked if she would mind taking a picture with her daughter.

Scha's response:

Takes a glance at the little girl, looks at her watch and says "Hmm... boleh je". She stood there, unsmiling, waiting for the little girl to come to her and immediately after the picture was taken sat down without another word to the girl nor the lady. This incident happened again several times afterwards with various fans. Haih Scha, couldn't you have been a little bit more friendlier? At least to that 5 year old.

Upon seeing her reaction my "fan poyo" syndrome was cured. At least with her. So no pictures with Scha. But to think positively regarding this matter, Scha was probably tired or something as she was there for shooting. I'm guessing it was for 'Awan Dania 2' as I saw Aida Aris walking around the area as well.

That's not all that happened though. Scha was there together with her posse which included a makeup artist and also a stylist. So the scenario was:

the makeup artist touching up her makeup every 5 minutes. That's normal.
the stylist carrying several costume changes for the drama. That's normal.
Scha casually changing her shirt in an open restaurant, in public, in front of Awal Ashaari. NOT NORMAL!

Ever heard of a changing room, Scha?

Seriously, after the whole being-caught-during-a-police-raid episode you'd think that a person would lay low and try to create more positive press to even out all the bad press. But noo, she had to go undress in public. If she was to come up with an excuse trying to explain this matter it still doesn't justify the fact that she, a MUSLIM GIRL, brought up in a society that stresses on modesty decided to casually change in public. All I can say about this is...

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?"

Awal, are you seriously into these types of girls? Tolonglah, sila kahwin dengan saya!

Twisty McAnkle Draws Blood

2009-12-29T03:35:00.003+08:00

Kuala Lumpur - After barely recovering from her previous encounter with Twisty McAnkle, the university lecturer known as Miss S is now at home tending to her injuries from her latest encounter with Twisty McAnkle.

"He came out of nowhere. I didnt even have time to react."

Twisty McAnkle's violent attack has left Miss S with a swollen left ankle, a bloody right knee and a wounded pride. She now walks with an unsightly hobble.

Several neighbours from block 6 of Apartment Kenari were the main witnesses to this attack and despite the severity of her injuries Miss S was left to fend for herself. When asked if she was disappointed by their lack of concern, she answered;

"I'm just glad I wasn't wearing baju kurung. Imagine what would happen if I fell in front of them and exposed myself. I'll have to move. Do you know how hard it is to find good, affordable apartments nowadays?"

Twisty has again managed to evade capture. The authorities are issuing the same warning to be wary of uneven grounds, soft grassy areas, downhill slopes and in addition wobbly high heel shoes. For further protection against Twisty please have bandages, antiseptic and gauze at hand at all times.

When asked if she'd like to give a message to Twisty McAnkle, Miss S responded with non-committal shrug and said;

"No bother. He'll be back. He thinks we're BFFs."

Reported by: Miss Shan

Nine

2009-12-29T03:00:00.009+08:00

Sod the critics. I am so watching this.

Care to come with?

Malay Girls = Cheap, Easy Sex??

2009-12-28T00:00:00.006+08:00

Have you ever Google-imaged 'Malay girls + tudung' before? I did. All because I wanted a picture of a Malay girl wearing horrible looking tudung. Reasons for that shall be disclosed later. But other than the one that I needed, guess what pictures showed up instead?

Malay girls, wearing tudung and/or in baju kurung, snogging boys, giving BJ, flashing boobs/ panties/ whatever "goods" they may have.

Yikes! (o_O)

And these, my friends, are found with the SafeSearch Mode ON. So for the heck of it I decided to turn the SafeSearch Mode OFF and aiyaiyaiyaiyai... *jaw drops open* Pictures like these *points up* are nothing compared to those.

So is that how Malay girls are seen nowdays? Are Malay girls nothing more than a cheap f**k willing to do it with any guy anywhere? Based on the pictures it seems like it. And in the 21st century, sex-obsessed society, these pictures are God-send. They're proof that Malay girls are really are that desperate. And that "easy".

Dalam lift pun jadi ye, bang?

After discussing it with guy friends of various nationalities, it seems like most of them look at Malay girls as "easy" girls who'd do anything to be seen with a good looking guy especially if that guy is an International. Nationality of choice: Any country that produces Caucasian males. No Caucasians to be found? No problems, look for Arabs. Malay guys would be at the bottom of the list. I didn't say this, people. They did.

I have a European friend who dates solely Malay girls because of this. He gets them to do pretty much anything he wants. Money, transportation, entertainment etc. All are taken care off by these "girlfriends" of his. The only thing that sets him apart from a male escort is that he doesn't sleep with these girls. Or so he claims lah. But I'm sure that if he did take that step and ask those girls he dated to sleep with him, most would probably won't refuse. It's a sad fact but then it is what it is. A fact.

So what do we do? What action should we take?

Seriously, I don't even know myself. Preaching is no use. People have been doing it for years and things still went from bad to worse. Plus, preaching is so 1989. It doesn't work anymore in this day and age. But one step that I think could actually help is to QUIT TAKING PORNO PICS OF YOURSELVES!

It's your choice whether you plan on being the "easy" girl but if you plan on being a cheap lay then at least be a smart, cheap lay. Avoid anything that can be uploaded, downloaded or distributed. Spare us the gritty details of your hobbies. Avoid anything that can be used as hard-proof against you.

And please, please, for all that is good and pure, please don't wear the tudung if you're not ready . Nobody should force you. Do it only when you're absolutely ready and when you're certain that you'll respect all that the tudung represents. This is actually the main element that'll decide if you turn out like this:

Wearing a tudung doesn't mean looking drab. You can still be stylish. Just look at Yuna.

or like this:

This girl is confused in a thousand different ways.

Remember, it's your choice!

FYI, it's called 'Bad Parenting'.

2009-12-27T04:51:00.006+08:00

I seriously don't get it why certain parents just don't see that it is wrong to bring kids under the age 12 to a midnight movie. Haven't you heard of a fixed bedtime before? Even if it is the weekend during a school holiday do you seriously feel that kids that age should be up until 3am? And to think parents are complaining constantly about teenagers always staying up late or sneaking out at night. Who's fault do you think that is?

And does age restriction mean anything to you? Do you feel that a movie where soldiers blowing things up and women running around half naked is appropriate for children age 12 and under? Sure the ratings say PG13 but don't you as parents feel the need to at least check out how the movie is before you actually let your kids watch them. Movie trailers nowadays pretty much give away the whole plot but if you're still clueless on how the movie is gonna be like then take the safe alternative and DON'T BRING YOUR KIDS! Do you want them to turn out like this?

And what is up with parents who just doesn't get it that toddlers don't belong in a place that requires you to stay still for more than 15 minutes? And how could you even think that people would find it cute when your toddler would suddenly start kicking the back of other people's seat or start playing with other people's heads just because they're bored. It is not cute. It is annoying.

I repeat, A-N-N-O-Y-I-N-G.

Parents, please do me a favour and refrain from taking your kids to a grownup movie. There's plenty of age appropriate movies out there and I'm sure with those kind of movies grownups can't say a word when kids start screaming and run up and down the aisle. It is after all a kid's movie. And if you really want to watch a grownup movie, get a babysitter. If you can't find one then buy the DVD. At least at home when your kids start getting bored of the movie the only people that they'll annoy are their parents.

REJECT!!

2009-12-26T05:10:00.003+08:00

Ye... saya tahu saya tidak layak untuk berada di dalam senaraimu. Tidak sesuai untuk berada dikalangan golonganmu.

Saya sedar. Saya tak 'talented'. Tak 'gifted'. Malah 'unwanted' pulak tu.

Saya paham. Saya redha.

Pasrah.

Tis the season to be _____ (fill in the blank)

2009-12-25T19:17:00.010+08:00

I'm filling in... BROKE.

Partly because this fella here *points down has entered my life. Say Hi to Brue, people. He's a metro sexual male that aspires to become a Jaguar when he grows up. But he's not picky, being a BMW would be fine too.

And since I am broke, Brue and I had no choice but to stay home during Christmas and brood. I'm brooding because of all the Sale that's happening nationwide which I can't go to while Brue is brooding because his owner is so broke that she can't afford to give him a wash by professionals yet she's too lazy to lug buckets of water to the parking lot. So now he has to endure the snickerings of all the clean, shiny cars who are parked next to him.

But Christmas for a Muslim in Malaysia is not just about Sales but its also about all the Christmas decors. So another word I'd use to fill in the blank would be... 'BLING-BLING'. That counts as a word right?

Not to mention that this is also the time when people would go camwhoring like crazy at shopping malls and nobody would say a word. Hence with this in mind I took the opportunity to go camwhoring for my dear pen pal 0f 13 years, Thorwald, who's curious on how does a Malaysian Christmas looks like. So here it is Thorwald, enjoy!

Midvalley Megamall decided to go medieval this year by having having banners and bunting bearing shields and crests hung all over the mall. They even had a wall cum stage area resembling old stone castles erected at the center court (for somebody who has a really porno mind this sentence would really be amusing :p). Anywho, everything was beautifully done in soft gold and cream but the whole ambiance of it all was instantly ruined for me when I went there one night and came upon a sing-a-long dance show which was tacky from the tips of their lime green feathered face mask down to their fuchsia glitter go-go boots. I think they were trying to channel Vegas showgirls. Plus, if you plan on going medieval do your research coz a tunic and leather armour ala Brad Pitt in 'Troy' do not belong in the medieval times.

But still the decor was superb. So here's my dear mummy camwhoring in front of the castle wall. She survived the Vegas Showgirls wannabe routine by shopping the money right out of her purse. Mum... I so envy you!!

Moving on, we have the winter white Christmas fantasy theme at the One Utama (New wing) Mall. It's very snow kingdom-like with all the bare white trees and snowflakes everywhere. And since the white Christmas theme is a very famous and traditional theme, OU decided to do everything traditionally by having choirs singing Christmas carols. It may not be as glitzy and glittery as the Midvalley dance fiesta but its definitely much kinder to the eyes and ears.

Next we have The Gardens Mall which in my opinion has the most gorgeous and extravagant Christmas decor of all the malls I visited! There were Christmas trees everywhere and fairy lights hung on every corner plus an Asian Santa Claus walking around giving out sweets to little kids. Yes folks, Santa can be multicultural too :P

I was lucky enough to be there when the orchestra was scheduled to perform. They played a jazzier version of all the Christmas carols and they were simply amazing. I could just sit there for hours and listen to them play.

Here's my dear mum camwhoring again. This was taken right before her shopping frenzy began. If the cam session was after shopping you'll only be seeing shopping bags with perhaps my mum peeking out from behind them. Or perhaps a picture of only her feet because I can't lift the camera up high enough because my arms are too heavy carrying all of her shopping bags. So again... mum, I envy you!!

But the cutest Christmas decor award should go to KLCC for their gingerbread Christmas theme. It's bloody cute with the trees being decorated with candy canes and all sorts of candy goodness. Luckily it was made of cardboard if not the headlines for the morning newspaper would probably read "Local University Lecturer Apprehended for Consuming Christmas Decorations".

Anyways, that's all for the mall Christmas decors that I managed to capture. I heard that Pavillion's decorations was superb with lights hung in such a way that it looks exactly like snowfall when it's lit up at night. My attempt to go to Pavillion during one of the long weekends ended up with me cursing at the traffic jam and taking a detour to KLCC instead. Anyways Thorwald, hope you have an idea on how Malaysians celebrate Christmas now. We may not have snow but somehow we have managed to create the illusion of having snow. So in conjunction of this festive season I would like to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas. Joy to the World and Peace on Earth.

Just to add on, I really don't give a damn about this whole BS that Muslims cannot give happy wishes to non-Muslims during their celebrations. We're not bigots I tell you!!

So again...

An Awesome Reply From CEO Of J.P. Morgan To A Pretty Girl Seeking A Rich Husband!

2009-12-03T19:41:00.003+08:00

A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum:

Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy?

I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here. I'm 25 this year. I'm very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I'm greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York. My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married?

I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you?

Among those I've dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York City Garden ( ? ) , $250k annual income is not enough.

I'm here humbly to ask a few questions:

1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)

2) Which age group should I target?

3) Why most wives of the riches are only average-looking? I've met a few girls who don't have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys.

4) How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)

Ms. Pretty

An awesome reply from CEO of J.P. Morgan:

Dear Ms. Pretty,

I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours. Please allow me to analyse your situation as a professional investor.

My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I'm not wasting time here. From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain.

Put the details aside, what you're trying to do is an exchange of "beauty" and "money" : Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square.

However, there's a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can't be prettier year after year.

Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It's not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worse 10 years later.

By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a "trading position". If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or "leased".

Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a ****; we would only date you, but will not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income. This has better chance than finding a rich ****.

Hope this reply helps. If you are interested in "leasing" services, do contact me.

signed,

J.P. Morgan CEO

(Resource: khairul@weezer.org)

Blogger's Note: Well there you go girls. Looks aint everything you know ;)

Ugly Heart

2009-11-19T03:01:00.002+08:00

Words borrowed from the Sunshine Monologue

Bravery

2009-11-19T03:00:00.003+08:00

You think bravery is to fight and courage is to die. But the bravest ones stand in front of those who would and say

"We will not fight. Because courage is to live."

Taken from: I Wrote This For You

Now you see it... Now you don't!

2009-11-11T17:54:00.007+08:00

I am totally ripping this off from Nurul Izwa J. but the topic is too interesting to let by. Didn't mean to plagiarise, girl. Consider it as a tribute to your excellent choice for topics ;)

These pictures were taken from reports regarding an 80+ man who murdered his wife simply because she wanted a divorce. The news itself is already a matter of deep concern as it shows that Malaysian nowadays are getting more and more desensitized to the idea of right and wrong and that murder is becoming more and more recurrent in today's society. However, hidden beneath the horror of the report lies another mind-boggling matter. Check out the two pictures below and see if you can spot what I am talking about.

Picture taken from Utusan Malaysia Online

Picture taken from Berita Harian Online

For those who has somehow missed the glaring difference between the two photos, here's a hint - check out the dark blue umbrella in both pictures.

The Barisan Nasional logos from the first picture are missing!

Now why is it that Utusan Malaysia felt the need to crop out the Barisan Nasional logos that were on the umbrella? Is Barisan Nasional so insecure of their political image that there is a need to censor even the teeniest detail on a picture that is totally unrelated to politics? Thing is if Barisan Nasional really wanted to deviate the attention away from the BN logos in the picture, then they should've just left it there. The mere act of taking them away has more people talking/blogging/joking about it. Now that simple cropping act has generated more bad press and speculation than if the logos were left there in the first place.

Seriously BN/ Utusan, cropping was a bad move. You just gave your competitors more ammo to 'kutuk' you with.

'Twisty McAnkle' Strikes Again

2009-11-03T23:48:00.004+08:00

Kuala Lumpur - Twisty McAnkle strikes again. For the umpteenth time. Twisty who has been guilty for inducing excruciating pain on innocent ankles apparently loves to strike familiar victims, choosing this time to strike, yet again, a certain university lecturer whose ankles have suffered his handiwork before.

Twisty's apparent MO, besides repeatedly choosing the same victims, is also to attack his victims in public. The scene for Twisty's latest attack was directly in front of the Apartment Kenari's security booth whereby a security guard stood witness to the crime. 'Stood witness' took on a literal meaning that day when the security guard upon seeing Twisty's latest attack just idly sat by and let the victim struggle with her pain. Luckily he didn't add on to the embarrassment by pointing at her and laughing his head off.

The victim now suffering from severe ankle sprain, is recuperating from the attack and hopes that her ankle will not distract her from doing her duties as an exam invigilator early tomorrow morning. She also hopes that her horrible limp will not distract any of her students from doing their examination.

Twisty McAnkle is still on the loose. Be wary of uneven grounds, soft grassy areas, downhill slopes or a combination of all three. The authorities have urged if there are any sightings of Twisty McAnkle, please reach for an ice pack or heated balms for immediate action. A visit to the nearest doctor is also highly recommended.

Reported by: The Attacked University Lecturer

All Hallow's Eve

2009-10-31T16:16:00.005+08:00

'Tis the night - the night
Of the grave's delight,
And the warlocks are at their play;
Ye think that without
The wild winds shout,
But no, it is they - it is they.

~Arthur Cleveland Coxe~

Happy Halloween, folks!

Indulging the Bimbo in me...

2009-10-31T15:50:00.001+08:00

After scrolling through my blog posts I realised that I havent blogged about anything 'makeup' in ages. How can this be? Makeup is one of the loves of my life. I'm a self-proclaimed makeup aficionado and yet no ramblings about makeup? How blasphemous!

So to atone for my sins against all things 'beauty', I shall ramble about my major Budget Makeup finds. Indulge me for a moment while the Bimbo in me rejoices.

Makeup Find #1

Now for those who knows me personally, they all know that I would never leave the house without mascara. Forget everything else. As long as I have my mascara on, I'm ready to take over the world! Greasy face and all. I have no clue why I prefer to have mascara on rather than covering up the oil rig that is my face, but I guess each to her own quirks, right?

So after years of searching for the right 'budget' mascara (I still don't dare to hit the luxe beauty counters yet), I have finally found IT. THE mascara. The ONE that actually does as it says.

The Rosewood Dense Mascara.

I am in LOVE with this mascara. It is THE BEST counter brand mascara that I have ever worn. Who would've thought that a coincidental find during an impromptu outing would lead to this treasure. So what's great about it? Check out the before and after pictures. Not impressed yet? How about if I tell you that I did not use the eyelash curler at all. Now are you impressed?

Before

After

But what really sold me on this product is the fact that it volumises without making your eyelashes look clumpy. I have fine, long, razor straight lashes so I need mascaras that'll make lashes look fuller. The fact that Rosewood volumises without making it look like I was trying too hard was definitely a clincher for me. And the part where I can forget about curling my lashes before application was definitely a much appreciated bonus. I've tried on the mascara on 5 seperate individual (including myself) and the results are the same each time.

But alas, nothing is perfect. There are some cons with this product. Sometimes when you "glow" a little too profusely (remember girls only horses sweat and men perspire, we women "glow") the mascara flakes a little. Nothing major like finding black bits all over your face all of a sudden, but I would suggest that you lay off this mascara if you plan on doing heavy duty workouts. But for a normal day-to-day wear, this mascara is da' BOMB.

And con #2 would be the fact that you cant get this product at just about anywhere. Major pharmaceutical chains like Guardian or Watsons don't carry this line so what you need to do is find this store: Yokoso Shiyuki. It is a Japanese concept store which has only 9 outlets in Semenanjung Malaysia. Since I am in KL, the only place that I can go to to get this product is either Sungei Wang Plaza, One Utama or Pavilion. It's a bit of a hassle yes, but it's worth it girls!! Plus it's only RM40. I've bought much more expensive crap from Lo'real and Maybelline and all the other more renowned counter brands but they all can't hold a candle against this one.

If you need more info you can always check out the Yokoso Shiyuki website but I suggest you go to the stores direct since the website is looking a little minimal. I'm guessing the Japanese translating the website into English may have run off on them. But check out the pic of the store. Even if you don't buy anything from there you'd have loads of fun checking out all the cool Japanese items. There's more than just makeup and beauty stuff. As for the guys, you may want to go and check out all the pretty girls in kimonos acting all kawaii.

Makeup Find #2

Majolica Majorca Skin Lingerie

(Makeup Base)

There was a time when I thought that the makeup base was just the makeup company's ploy to get people to buy more of their products so I never actually felt the need to and try any. But after years of experimenting with different products and different ways of putting on makeup I realised that sometimes you do need a little extra "help" in ensuring that your makeup doesn't melt into a pool of goo. Most girls would be content by just putting on moisturisers before their makeup but for people like me who generates so much oil that I can put Petronas to shame, I cant rely on moisturisers too much. If not Petronas can come over and build an oil rig on my face.

When Majolica Majorca hit the Malaysian shores, I was itching to try something. I mean what girl wouldn't? They had really cute casings, and cute names for the items that you just can't help but spend hours standing in front of the makeup display and trying on stuff. Hence my encounter with the 'Skin Lingerie'. And seriously, they kid you not when they call it skin lingerie. The gel-like substance actually makes your skin all smooth and soft after application. It has no smell, which I love, and sets almost immediately. Since it has OD control (oil/dry control) it's suitable for all skin types. I am in love with the fact that you don't have to use much to get a smooth even skin and also the fact that it actually really does control the oil secretion on my face. I hardly need to use facial blotters anymore. Woohoo! Sorry Petronas, I guess you need to find your oil supply elsewhere. And of course, since my face ain't so oily anymore touch ups don't happen that often anymore. Major time saver.

Since this product is only about RM40, it'll definitely be a good substitute for all those pricey makeup bases from MAC or Bobbi Brown. But don't just take my word for it. Check out this review from Stephanie, another Majolica Majorca user.

Any cons for this product? None so far :)

Makeup Find #3

This is probably the best find out of the bunch. The best liquid foundation ever to be sold by any counter brands.

Rimmel Lasting Finish Foundation

One thing that I hate most about liquid foundations is the fact that for those that promises a matte finish dries too quickly upon application. As for the rest, it is either too runny that it does not offer any coverage whatsoever or too moisturising that you can actually fry an egg on your face within minutes after application. So yeah, it was for these reasons alone that I have decided to do without liquid foundations all these years. Plus, I hated the foundations stains on my tudung and shawls. Liquid foundations and I have never had a good relationship. The only reason why even have liquid foundations in the first place is because I sometimes help friends out with bridal makeup.

I am a budget makeup artist, catering to those who prefer to not spend a ton on makeup as well as to those who keep their makeup light and simple hence my introduction to Rimmel. I needed liquid foundations which will stay put for long hours, require very minimal touch ups, will not transfer on clothings or tissue but at the same time will make the wearer look as natural as possible. And all this must be done within budget. Not an easy feat, I tell you.

So after hours of internet research, major window shopping and product testing I decided to try out Rimmel. I was actually torn between Maybelline or Rimmel since they were going for around the same price (RM 35 -40 per tube) but Rimmel won out because the tube was much bigger. Yes, I can be a scrooge sometimes. But thank Rimmel for being generous, if not I probably would not have realised how heaven sent this product was. For the first time in my life I have actually found a liquid foundation that really does as it is advertised. It does stay on for 16 hours. It does make your skin look naturally dewy. And it is transfer resistant. Both the bride and I were absolutely happy with the outcome. Even the groom was happy with how she looked which to me is the best compliment a bridal makeup artist can get. Plus, I am overly ecstatic by just how many people that has actually complimented on how my skin looks after wearing this foundation. Even more so when I pair it with the Skin Lingerie because then my skin looks super smooth (please indulge my perasan moment :P).

But again, don't just take my word for it. Check out the Rimmel London review page and you'll see that out of 10 users using the product, 9 gave the foundation glowing reviews. There's even one professional makeup artist saying that she's switching all her foundations to this brand since she's so happy with it.

So yeah, those are all my major makeup finds so far. I can safely say that I'll be sticking with this 3 products for good. Unless I find something else that can top them. Or maybe when I can finally pluck up the courage to actually go up to those luxe makeup counters like MAC or Bobbi Brown and splurge like crazy. But I don't see that happening anytime soon *sigh*. But do try out these products and let me know what you think.

Don't you copy me!

2009-10-20T18:42:00.004+08:00

Remember this ad? It was probably one of the most touching raya ads in 2007. Now take a look at this Greek short film:

So who copied who? Hmm...

Now I know that the issue of copyright is such a "sensitive" issue right now and me being a Malaysian and all should just join the picket line and shout 'the Pendet dance is ours!', but heck what's life without a little fire eh? Let's all be a "firestarter" and go 'Ooh... seems like Malaysia tiru idea orang lain'.

But in all fairness both advertisement and short film came out in 2007. So there may be a possibility that they were just working on the same idea/ concept. So whether Petronas copied this short film or vice versa, seriously who cares? Let's not get our knickers in a twist over something that doesn't even make any major impact in our lives. Whether the idea belongs to Malaysians or to the Greeks, there'll still be people starving in the world, or people dying of uncureable diseases. So let's concentrate our efforts on that, shall we?

OHMIGAWD!!

2009-10-19T18:15:00.006+08:00

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Gogobambamboom

Don't you just feel like putting a bullet through your head after looking at that? Seriously people, what is up with this moronic, retard way of writing?

It is NOT cool. I repeat: IT IS NOT COOL!!

I pity Big Bang for having fans like this one.

It's hard to say goodbye...

2009-10-18T15:28:00.007+08:00

The inevitable end has finally arrived

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The semester is finally coming to an end.

Got you going there for a minute, didn't I? :P So yeah, I only have about 2 more weeks before the end of the semester but I've somehow managed to finish syllabus for one of my classes. Thank God! So now I just have to concentrate on 20th ce lit and after that I'm freeeeee!! Yippeee!

But once classes are all done and over with, mixed together with the feelings of relief is always the feeling of melancholy. You just can't help but feel a little sad that you won't be seeing their faces anymore. Despite all the grief they inflicted on you (the constant late submissions, marks negotiations, absence etc.), students will always grow on you.

Thus to mark the ending of another class, and the parting of ways for another set of students, I dedicate this poem to all the 45 members of LE 4500: Section 4. I hope that the class was a great learning experience for all of you as it was for me.

Parting

by: Charlotte Bronte

THERE'S no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part:
There's such a thing as keeping
A remembrance in one's heart:

There's such a thing as dwelling
On the thought ourselves have nurs'd,
And with scorn and courage telling
The world to do its worst.

We'll not let its follies grieve us,
We'll just take them as they come;
And then every day will leave us
A merry laugh for home.

When we've left each friend and brother,
When we're parted wide and far,
We will think of one another,
As even better than we are.

Every glorious sight above us,
Every pleasant sight beneath,
We'll connect with those that love us,
Whom we truly love till death !

In the evening, when we're sitting
By the fire perchance alone,
Then shall heart with warm heart meeting,
Give responsive tone for tone.

We can burst the bonds which chain us,
Which cold human hands have wrought,
And where none shall dare restrain us
We can meet again, in thought.

So there's no use in weeping,
Bear a cheerful spirit still;
Never doubt that Fate is keeping
Future good for present ill !

Good luck to you all in your final exams. And may your future be as bright as the evening sun.

I blinked and you're gone?!

2009-10-14T18:37:00.006+08:00

Seems like it was only yesterday that I spent 16 straight hours watching all the season 1 episodes of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. Now, the show has ended its season 2 and has officially been dropped by the Fox TV network. No more teenage hotness that is John Connor and no more kick-ass female robot bodyguard.

Indulge me for a moment while my inner fangirl mourns the loss of this short-lived saga.

Jameron, your fans will always love you!

(T.T)

Green Penguin Attack

2009-10-10T14:00:00.002+08:00

I finally graduated... again.

After all the dilly-dallying, procrastinating, brainstorming, computer exploding and hours after hours of stressing in front of the computer I finally got my Masters. And so did Sao, and Kak Umi and other IIUM graduates who made it for the green penguins (you'll understand why I'm saying 'green penguins' later) march up the CAC stage. Heck I'm so proud of myself (and of course the others) for actually making it this far. Who knew eh?

Major thanks and groveling has to go to Prof. Q for "guilt"-ing me into finishing up and of course to my dear Mama for actually paying for it all. Seriously, if it aint for these two people I'm sure I'd be off dilly-dallying elsewhere doing God knows what.

So yeah, here's me in the new and improved green penguin suit. Major improvements has been done to the robe, so instead of looking like a linebacker for a pro-American football team you now merely look like green penguins with hoodies (do you get the picture now?). No 1 much appreciated improvement would be the loss of the hideous IIUM logo band for the girl's scarves. whoever came up with that idea in the first place must've had a screw loose in his brains. But too bad the brothers dont wear songkoks anymore. They all looked dashing with the songkok on.

Yes, that is a snake on my shoulder. Me, being my usual poyo self just had to have an unusual poyo convo pic. So my uncle's pet snake was the victim for my poyo-ness. Thank god I have an affinity with snakes. Either that or the 3 fat rats he consumed before the shoot. Whatever it is, I'm just grateful that he didn't choke me for disturbing his slumber.

So now I am so over the whole mortarboard business. It's time that I get myself my very own unfashionable squishy hat so that next time I can pose as one of the queen's beefeaters :P

Moronic Codes

2009-10-03T23:49:00.005+08:00

kat tb3 yang owg komen tu ade jew yg ske ski reka cte sendri

WTF is this? Tolong jangan taip macam ni boleh tak? You sound like a moron. Go join Aznil in Tom Tom Bak and learn how to spell.

Demon kickin' Cain and Abel

2009-09-28T11:52:00.003+08:00

My favourite horny, witty, sarcasm spewing, ass kickin' brother is back y'all (in case you didn't know who I'm talking about, it's Dean Winchester, people.). Supernatural season 5 finally airs. I've finished downloading the first three episodes and boy do I LOVE this show. How could you not when you have lines like these...

Angel: Because you're chosen! It's a great honour Dean.

Dean: Oh yeah... life as an Angel condom. That's real fun.

Bwahahaha! Dean's line is precious. The line stayed in my head as soon as I heard it. I bow down to scriptwriter's wit and creativity. Plus the whole new approach to the whole Cain and Abel legend is superb. So with the whole Cain and Abel/ good vs. evil theme going-on you can probably guess that the brothers will probably end up in a death match at the end of the season. And if the writers were to follow the Cain and Abel legend where Cain, the evil one, kills Abel, the good guy, it means that Sam will kill Dean.

Woah...

But I don't know. Will TV actually wanna go with the evil triumphing concept? Hmm...

Season 5 marks the end of Supernatural. A little sad that I wont be able to watch the Winchesters brothers kick demon ass anymore but I guess it is better to actually pull the plug before they pull it for you. You know, when the ratings are still good. I just hope that TV will have something great to offer to help me fill the void once the season ends. But for now, go kick angel's butts, Dean!! Oh and demon's asses too. Oh heck, just go kill them all.

Aidilfitri menjelma lagi..

2009-09-21T00:00:00.001+08:00

Lemah lembut tuan puteri
Berkain cindai cantik dipandang
Meriah menyambut Aidilfitri
Sahabat handai datang bertandang

Udara dingin hening pagi
Tabuh bising mulakan hari
Aidilfitri menjelma lagi
Masing-masing pakai berseri

Tanpa mengira miskin kaya
Pangkat kedudukan hamba shaya
Sama-sama menyambut raya
Maaf-maafan dihari bahagia

Aidilfitri hari kemenangan
Kejayaan menempuh halangan
Mengenali erti kesenangan
Bagi mereka yang kekurangan

Aidilfitri hari kemaafan
Menghapus kesalahan sesama insan
Memupuk perpaduan sesama ehsan
Mengikat tali keakrapan

Saidina Affan menyusun kata
Tutur peri yang aulia
Maaf-bermaafan sesama kita
Di Aidilfitri yang mulia

Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir Batin

Music, When Soft Voices Die...

2009-09-15T10:10:00.006+08:00

1958 - 2009

1952 - 2009

Music, When Soft Voices Die
by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory,
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

1958 - 2009

1969 - 2009

O Allah! Forgive our living and our dead, those who are with us and those who are absent, our young and our old, our men and our women. O Allah! Whomever you keep alive from us keep him alive on Islam, and whomever you take away from us, take him as a believer. O Allah! Do not leave us bereft of his good and do not send us astray after them.
[Ibn Majah 1:480, Ahmad 2:368]

And music shall feed you...

2009-09-09T01:59:00.003+08:00

Dear Random Acts Kuala Lumpur, try doing this and see how the Malaysian McD crew will react. My bet is that all of them will go all shy shy cat and start giggling non-stop. But who knows maybe there'll be a sporting one like the lady in the vid.

Info: This is a video from Family Life Education Pasefika (FLEP). FLEP is a pacific health organisation based in Auckland, New Zealand. FLEP uses various media including music, drama, dance and arts to enhance dialogue with Pacific communities with which they work. FLEP works in intermediate, secondary & tertiary institutions promoting a positive view of sexual health & well being.

"Random Acts, Island Styles" is their newest project whereby they perform random acts of drama & music out and about in the community.

"We hope you enjoy our singing McDonalds order, subscribe (Youtube) to follow our upcoming random adventures! Lol" - FLEP

All "Random Acts" concepts are developed and performed by the FLEP educators.

For more information on FLEP please visit www.flep.co.nz

p.s. Apparently some Malaysians gave this a go at one of the local McDonalds. And as I predicted the girl at the counter went all shy shy cat and was cowering with embarrassment. So I guess I win that bet with myself :P Would've posted up the video on here but it's only available through Facebook. So check out the link to see if they did a good job.

How to Order McDonalds - Malaysian version

Smoky ain't shy... Smoky's flye.

2009-09-08T20:34:00.005+08:00

I'm guessing he felt bad for jilting me mid-photo for a scrawny squirrel yesterday so he came back to make it up to me. Either that or he read my blog, found out that I have a fat hamster and thought "Yum... dinner."

So that's him folks. Smoky the cat. Yes, I know the picture quality is whacked but that's as great of a picture that I can get from my ancient phone. But still, you can't deny that this cat got looks. And I may have misjudged the penyet-ness of his nose. Hidung mancung rupa-rupanya. But his fur... memang macam penyapu.

Now, Smoky has never been too friendly so it was weird when he allowed me to go all googly-goo over him. So after 10 minutes of horrible baby talk going "youshocuuutee" and "handshumboy" and "shoadorable", he couldn't take it anymore and revealed his true intentions.

See!! Told ya he read my blog!! And my poor, brainless hamster never having seen a cat before actually pranced around the cage all fat and tempting. Thank goodness she was in a cage. If not, bubye Aelis.

This is a look of a cat who couldn't understand why he can't play or eat the fat rodent. All attempts of trying to pry the cage open to get to the hamster ended up with him having his paws swatted. Aelis the hamster may be as interesting as watching your nails grow but she has grown on me. I like Aelis the hamster. Plus, I didn't want a massacre happening in my living room. So since the hamster was off limits, there was nothing left of interest to him and therefore he left the house to look for his luverly laydies.

So there you go, you've met all members of the 'Kenari Pride'. There's more actually but they love to hang out in the other blocks and I just can't be bothered to chase after each and every one of them for a pic.

Watch this space for more interesting going ons from the 'Kenari Pride'.

Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Here kitty, kitt... COME HERE DAMMIT!!

2009-09-07T20:48:00.009+08:00

My apartment compund is like a bleedin' cat shop. Look left, ooh a cat! Look right, ooh another cat! Look up, obviously no cat (what were you thinking?). Look down... goddammit, cat poop!! So yeah, my apartment is practically feline area. Again I must emphasise that my apartment is like a cat shop. ALL the cats here are bloody cute!! It's like...

Allo, can you drag out a cute, bushy-tailed, hidung penyet, silky coated cat pronto? I have a meeting in an hour.

Sure, lemme go behind the trash can and see what I can dig up. *Cat yowls* Here you go. That'll be free of charge although thorough fur scrubbing and major flea extermination is necessary once you reach home.

Don't believe me? Look at this bloody bugger.

Is he cute or what?!! I call him Owl. His eyes are HUGE. Puss in Shrek has nothing on this guy. Once he pulls the Omigod-I'm-so-cute-please-give-me-food look on you, you'll probably find yourself going hungry and wondering when did you eat the nasi ayam you just bought for buka puasa. And yes, he is stray. And loving it. Owl will trick you under the false pretenses that he's bloody manja and then as soon as you go anywhere near him he'll dash off. Bloody infuriating I tell you.

but wait... he has buddies. Introducing the 'Kenari Pride'.

They may not look so impressive in the picture but trust me they're bloody cute. And when you have food in your hands, their cuteness then will be frikkin' insane!

And now, meet the undisputed leader. Butch.

The Alpha Male of the pride. I'm guessing he's the one that blessed all the others with the trademark hidung penyet and long bushy tails. And yes, those are battle scars he's sporting on his nose. Bloody handsome and bloody sombong. He indulged me enough to get a few shots of him lounging and then went about his usual business. There were more important things to take care off. Like peeing on car tyres.

I ocassionally get visits from a mysterious grey cat. I call him Smoky (Yes, I am vey unoriginal when it comes to cat names). He's probably the most good looking out of the whole bunch since he doesn't get involved with the whole Alpha Male politics. He's too busy lovin' life with the laydies. And yes, he too has the trademark hidung penyet and long bushy tail. Fortunately, he was around when I was taking shots of the pride.

Smoky poses. Camera phone ready. Aim... zoom... focus and... SQUIRRELL!! All I got was a shot of a grey blur.

So yeah, I'm lucky my neighbours are cats. Yeay... NOT. I live with cats, yet I dont. I live with a hamster, people. A hamster!! All because my housemates cant stand cats. Hamsters are no fun. NO FUN AT ALL! I want a caaaat...

Come on Aelis, defy evolution and give birth to a cat.

What 'Raya' sounds like...

2009-09-05T20:00:00.004+08:00

BOOM!

tatatatatatatat... POW!

Sckreeeeee... KAPOW!!

BANG!!

Piiiuuunggg... BOM!!

Aah... the sounds of mercun. 'Semangat Raya' is here at last. Time to get my earplugs.

Whee... I've got WII

2009-09-03T18:35:00.003+08:00

Introducing the latest addition to my gadget family. (drumroll)...

TADA!!

Okay, so granted it's not mine entirely. My lil sis, Kawaii Yuni, was the mastermind behind the purchase and all us other 3 siblings did was hand out whatever extra cash we had. So this lil baby will permanently reside in our lil home in Ipoh. So for dear friends who wish to try out the game, you are more than welcome to hang out with me in Ipoh :D

So is the game as fun as it hyped out to be? HECK YEAH!

CAUTION

WII has been known to induce stomach cramps, cheek muscle strain and shortness of breath. All of these are side effects of excessive laughter. Peeing in pants may also occur. Ensure that the bathroom is within running distance of game area.
New levels of dorkiness has risen after playing WII. Cool people who are severely conscious of their image and looks can just forget about playing WII. When you play WII your self image goes out the window. And with my innate penchant for over exageration and drama, I have proven to be the most idiotic dork among the 4 siblings. My sister has vowed to catch me on video and shame me to death on Youtube.
Bruises and dizziness is also another side effect. This is due to overdramatic swinging of the WII joystick. For the record, I have hit my sister twice on the forehead and have bruised myself while playing tennis.

That aside, WII is the shiznit, y'all. I'm happy my family have WII.

Next family project: Get WII music. I need to give Yuni more Youtube ammo by showing the world that my brain loses all function when it comes to dancing.

Proud to be a Perak-celup-Kelate-murtad Malaysian

2009-08-31T00:00:00.002+08:00

If I could sum up my childhood in one word I'd pick 'bedouin'. Not because my parents are Arabs originating from the sandy deserts in the Middle East but simply because my childhood consisted of me travelling from one place to another. Most of my memories growing up were probably of my siblings and I being bored in a car, us bickering in the car, us being uncomfortable in a bus, my sister being seasick on the ferry or the best yet, my brother and I playing a prank on the air stewardess when the journey was simply taking too long. My family have probably exhausted all modes of public transportation known to mankind.

So it's no wonder that I don't really have a sense of identity when it comes to my... hmm what can you call it?... State-lity? Ye, saya tak boleh nak pilih saya ni asal negeri mana sebenarnya.

I was born but not bred in Kelantan. My pre-teen years were in a small, English suburb of Birkenhead. My early teenage years were in a highly Chinese dominated town of Ipoh and I spent the last of teenage years in a boarding school filled with Malays. Now I am happily going through my adult life in the cultural melting pot of Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur.

So can you see yet the root of my confusion?

If I were to say I am a Kelantanese, the response would probably be "What? You're a Kelantanese? You don't look or act like one. Can you even speak Kelantanese?"

Ho ambo buleh kecek Kelate. (Walaupun Kelantan saya cair tapi saya tetap boleh paham dan bertutur dalam bahasa Kelantan).

But whether I look or act like one, well... I probably don't. I don't really fit into the typical gadis Kelantan mould. And regarding acting like a Kelantanese, how do I act like one? Do I have to speak Kelantanese all the time? Must I only mix only with other Kelantanese? Do I have to vote for PAS?

Isn't it enough that I enjoy eating budu and have the natural pension for sweet stuff.

So then what's up with being 'Perak Celup'?

My whole family (i.e. my immediate family) now lives in Ipoh, Perak. I LOVE Ipoh. I ADORE living in Ipoh. As cheesy as this may sound...

I H♥E♥A♥RT IPOH

But alas as much as I love the peaceful oasis that is Ipoh I can't fully say that I am a Perakian. Simply because after the age of 14, I have never stayed in Ipoh longer than a few months at a time.

Eh? How can this be?

All because of that damned boarding school laaa!! I still dont fully understand this whole trend of boarding schools. Sending your kids into the far depth of undeveloped wilderness like Balik Pulau or Gerik (no offense to those from those two places but during my time the schools were really in the middle of nowhere) just for the sake of a better education?! Realise people!!... that top scorers for the past few years were not from boarding schools. They were from regular day schools that were smack dab in the middle of the city. Trust me, kids that goes to boarding school are miserable. I was utterly miserable. To this very day I entertain the idea of going back to that h**lhole and bombing that school to smithereens. I vow to never ever send any of my kids to boarding schools.

But I digress.

It was simple enough to say that between school, term breaks, and familial bonds my days were pretty much divided between Ipoh, Penang and Kelantan. Long weekends in Kelantan, miserable school days in Penang and long breaks in Kelantan. That was my routine for 2 years straight. Now do you see why I feel like a bedouin?

Tapi.. kalau rumah awak kat Ipoh dan awak dah lama tinggal kat sana bolehlah nak dikatakan awak ni orang Perak.

Hmm... not necessarily. I cant speak a word of the Perak dialect. I even don't know certain Perak districts. I can still get lost driving around in Ipoh and I'm ashamed to say this, I don't even know who's the Perak Menteri Besar is. Oh malunya. The only thing Perak about me is my LOVE of Ipoh and my burning desire to learn how to cook ikan patin gulai tempoyak.

And since I've been living in KL for the past several years does that mean I'm a KL-ite? Haih... pening, pening.

Takpelah... whatever it is I may be, either Perakian, Kelantanese, Penangite, or KL-ite saya tetap orang Malaysia. Home is where the heart is and my heart is firmly rooted in Malaysia. In fact my heart is rooted in several states in the country. How Malaysian I can get? Hehe.

So to support our new Prime Minister's call for One Malaysia I am proud to call myself a Perak-celup-Kelate-Murtad Malaysian.

Selamat Hari Kebangsaan, Malaysians. Merdeka!!

Seriously...

2009-08-27T23:42:00.001+08:00

Best. Movie. EVER!

Go watch it. Once you have. Watch it again... in 3D. Trust me, it'll be money well spent.

The Reluctant Academic is BACK! YO!

2009-08-24T18:15:00.001+08:00

Raise the curtains, cue the drums, bring on the applause. The reluctant academic is back to corrupt more young minds with her amazing 'bullcrapping' abilities and almost superhuman-like ability to withstand all 'are-you-effin-serious?' situations.

And thus after several months of convincingly bluffing her way through assonances, alliterations and all poetic what-nots, the reluctant academic was once again given the responsibility of guiding nubile young minds. Only this time, they're not so young. This time, she got the cynical seniors. Jeng jeng jeng!

The difference between fresh newbies and the cynical seniors is the plain fact that they're cynical. They're all been there, done that, and "Hey! I've heard that bulls**t before!" So the usual 'bullcrapping' routine wont fly with them at all. The reluctant academic should know. She was shot down on the very first day.

So what happened exactly? Oh lets say that she didnt do her research too well and got her facts wrong and got called out for it not by just one student but two. Alamak! But did she admit it? Noooo... she tried to bulls**t her way through it. and of course she failed miserably. Oh the embarassment. How she wanted to crawl to the corner of the classroom and die a horrible, miserable death. To add more salt to the wound, the very next class, she was again attacked by the same students. They now know her weakness. They know her kryptonite! But don't forget the reluctant academic had super powers. She decided to fight back. So the reluctant academic decided to use her powers of... BRIBERY!! Muahaha, one day of no lecture was all it took. Oh and a couple of sessions of video lectures. But that's probably more to the reluctant lecturer's benefit than to the students themselves. Videos = no talking = lecturer gets to rest. Hahaha smart ain't she?

But how can the semester go by without another exclamation of "are-you-effin-serious?" Now the reluctant lecturer faces the agony of... cute young men. Jeng! Jeng! Jeng! But to be precise she is only drooling after one young man. So what to do? what to do? Distraction, distraction, distraction. So let's see how the reluctant lecturer handles this one?

Stay tuned for more antics from the Reluctant Lecturer!

Happy Fasting!

2009-08-22T23:22:00.000+08:00

To all Muslims out there, may this month of Ramadhan be a blissful one for you. Let us all embrace this holy month and cleanse ourselves from past wrongdoings and misdeeds. Ramadhan mubarak to all and happy fasting!!

This is sexual harassment, I tell you!

2009-06-28T12:29:00.006+08:00

Please tell me that somehow you're sexually assaulted after reading this. Because I do. How could you not be when statements like "keras, kasar and panjang" (hard, rough, long) is written in bold on an ad for male virility. It's practically porn! And since I have to pass by this horrendous banner to-and fro work, I'm practically assaulted twice a day!!

What is it with Malaysian with horribly graphic and blatantly sexual advertisements? It's bad enough that we see these kind of ads plastered everywhere on buidings and street corners but we also have to endure these crass displays on TV too. The worst is probably the coffee advertisement with the genie as the mascot. And the one with M. Rajoli and wife in it. Even thinking about those ads simply make me cringe. Seriously, do Malaysians enjoy these vulgar promotions?

I'm just thanking God that I havent seen any ads for female virility. I shudder at the thought of what euphamisms they may use to describe the female anatomy. brrr...

The Temporary Magic of a Shiny New Toy

2009-06-27T15:00:00.006+08:00

The magic of shiny new things is simply irresistable. Once you get your hands on a shiny, new object freshly bought and smelling all nice your mind tends to be oblivious to everything else. Your heart swells with joy and for that moment in time your whole body is filled with satisfaction and you could ask for no more in life.

I am currrently under that spell. I am hypnotised by the mesmerising craft of the Lenovo S10 ideapad notebook.

*Smiling dazedly*

After my sister's persistant badgering, I finally consented to let her have my old trusty Compaq and move on to a smaller 10' model. As much as I loved the old lappie and was reluctant to let it go, it just makes sense to let Aimee have the Compaq since her needs are much more diverse. Plus I feel that since she's living in a 22-people dorm, those with itchy fingers will have a harder time running away with the bulky 14' inch Compaq (although Nauzubillah min zalik. Let's all pray that that wont ever happen). And that is how I ended up with my pristine white Lenovo.

Of all the colours in the world, white is probably one of my least favourite. Simply because with me, anything white turns into a dirt/ stain magnet. This goes way back to my schooling days. and is not limited to merely clothing. Give me anything at all that is white and trust me I can turn it multicolour (although the colours would primarily be within the brown family) within one hour. So I'm challenging myself with the Lenovo white. So far I've had it for more that 24 hours and I've managed to keep it white. Me so proud. So yeah I've still got all the plastic coverings on it, but the main point is I'm keeping it white right?

The Lenovo S10 in brief:

Genuine Windows XP Home

10' LCD Screen

2GB RAM

160GB HD

2 year warranty (1 year International + 1 year Local)

And thanks to the Great Lenovo Mid-Year Promo I got a really good bargain. I spent RM200 below my anticipated budget and have all the laptop knick knacks that I needed. Yeay!

Major thanks to Ashraf for being there with me and prevented my shallow side from taking over. It must have been a major ordeal seeing as how I was more attracted to a laptop's attractiveness rather than its function. Fortunately the Lenovo is a combination of both function and looks. We were both appeased.

So while the glow of satisfaction is still strong, I'm happy to stay in my room, be a good girl, do all the work I'm supposed to do and ask for no more in life. Now let's see how long this feeling lasts.

Birthday Shoutouts!!

2009-06-12T00:07:00.004+08:00

So the time has come again for two important people in my life to be reminded that time and gravity is a merciless b***h. *grin*

To Sheena, my dear dear friend,

No words can describe how important you are to me and how much I truly care about you so I wont even bother. So my message to you is simply 'Happy Birthday' and you are as precious to me as a blonde hair dye is to a bimbo. Sheens, I love you loads!

So you're 27 eh?

To Abe, my dear big brother,

We may not be as close as other siblings are but know that you are as important to me as water are to plants. Have a fantastic 29th year because before you know it you're going to be in your 30s.

OMG!! You're 29!

Sheer Poetry

2009-06-10T00:09:00.003+08:00

Waiting for Daylight

Ghosts from the past have long visited my dreams,
their rustlings reminiscent of empty winds through empty souls.
Through the years, I have made playmates of them.
Together, we have passed many a long hour,
waiting for daylight.
From the first hint of dusk,
until the darkest moment before dawn,
they are here with me.
Sometimes, I pretend to tell a joke,
they pretend to laugh,
and we all pretend that some false cheer
could somehow stop the darkness from overtaking us.
But as the night cloaks us in her thickest robes,
and the darkness comes alive around us,
our laughter stops.
Once again, my ghosts and I huddle together,
waiting for daylight.

~Leigh Ann Conselyea~

When Venuses Collide

2009-05-25T03:28:00.000+08:00

What's with all the questions? Just hire me will ya!

2009-05-14T01:03:00.001+08:00

The interview with the rector is in a few hours. And I'm still not bothered by it? What is wrong with me?!!

Is it too late for me to get a boob job?

Ma! What happened to all the flute lessons I took?!

2009-05-08T19:15:00.003+08:00

DAYYUM!!

Why la I'm so NOT talented? haih

Things to do before I die #2736

2009-05-07T04:16:00.002+08:00

Coax my stubborn, stubby finger to play the piano like this guy!!

Siem Reap Escapade!

2009-05-06T00:33:00.012+08:00

Goodbye land of hot young men and hello reality. I'm still in denial that I am now back in Malaysia. My heart is still having fun with the HOT laddies in Siem Reap. Dang! I envy my own heart.

Anyways, contrary to our initial plans, major changes happened. Some was not so good but heck we overcame all adversity and had a blast anyways. As for the rest, they were all experiences that no amount of money can buy.

So what happened? Well... after the "unspoken incident", we all ended up staying here:

Angkor Voyage Villa Guesthouse

It was a last minute decision but probably one of the best that we made throughout our time there. A huge thanks to our van driver, Sarat, for showing us the place. For only USD22 we got a huge room with 3 double beds, a/c, hot water and a TV with probably a gazillion satellite channels. I even found an Albanian channel on there. Definitely a bargain! And the cook makes a mean omelet and baguette toast. I'm drooling even thinking about it. Although I probably wouldn't recommend this place for the weak-hearted. Because guess what we got for a view?

53 live crocs!

Angkor Wat was the agenda for day 2. All the temples there was totally amazing. Thanks to Sheena, our leader who planned the trip superbly, we managed to visit all of the major temples in one whole day. Although if we were to stay an hour longer we probably wouldn't be able to look at another stone temple for the rest of our lives. All of the temples were gorgeous but my favourite would probably the temple where they filmed the Lara Croft movie, The Temple of the Trees.

Isn't it amazing how that big tree could actually grow on top of the temple wall.

This lady was found on every temple wall. The Cambodian ideal of how the prefect lady should look like, all lush and curvy. Like Midge and me :P

This place was totally worth the USD20 entrance fee because not only did we get to see one of the wonders of the ancient worlds but we also managed to crash a Cambodian wedding! Congratulations to the bride and groom (whose names were really hard to pronounce) and thank you so much for welcoming 5 sweaty Malaysian girls to your wedding celebration. It was probably one of the best experience we had there. I think crashing a local wedding would be permanent on our travel agenda from now on. So future brides and grooms throughout the world, be on the look out for 5 crazy Malaysian gals.

Check out the cute bride and groom!

We also checked out the Old Market and Center Market, but didn't do as much shopping as we would've liked. It'll be a different matter if I were from the States but with RM3.70 for every USD1 a shopping spree was made impossible. So no offence to all who didn't get a souvenir. I'm just a poor part-time lecturer who is not working this short semester. There was definitely a silver lining to all that though, no extra luggage to lug around on the flight back. Whew!

I only bought one of those pretty dresses. Still have no clue to what occasion I should wear it too.

Now one of the main attractions of Siem Reap was the food. The local food there was good but they weren't that unusual since they resemble Thai and Malay food. But I had fun trying to pronounce their names. And the Cambodians had fun laughing at me when I tried. So we all went on the hunt for their "specialty" food. Unfortunately for us, tarantula was not in season but luckily we found fried crickets instead!

Never in my wildest dreams would I imagine eating one of these things. I was pretty grossed out by how it looked so I only had half a cricket. Surprisingly it tasted rather good. I think they were mixed together with curry paste. Although you may have to watch out for the legs. They get stuck in between your teeth and takes ages to come out.

And we definitely didn't forget about Happy Pizza! Although, it was probably more hype than anything else. The pizza itself was good but there was only a few sprinkling of the "happy herb". Although we weren't as happy as we thought we would be but we were happy that we had good pizza.

Can you see the "happy herb"?

One of the things-to-do in Siem Reap was to go on boat tour of Tonle Sap. Originally we were supposed to take a tour on the Tara Boat. But because of the "unspoken incident", there was a change of plans and we ended up going on a much better albeit smallet boat tour. Way cheaper too. We were in the care of a 14 year old boy who probably had a major crush on Midge. No suprises there since she is a Cambodian ideal.

It was amazing to see how these people could actually survive living in a small boat hut, in the middle of a vast lake. It's a hard life but they all seem happy. We even visited a floating school and after not-so-subtle hints, we made a small contribution in the form of books and stationaries.

Yes, even on my very first day of floating school I was deemed naughty by the principle. That's Chien (green t-shirt), our boat guide by the way.

Another must do when in Cambodia is to catch a live Apsara dance performance. And we found a place that has it every night for free!! Although, it was in a classy kind of restaurant so we decided to order a drink each just in case they decided to kick us out. And just when things were getting really good, my camera died on me. So I had to rely on my trusty Nokia for pictures.

These girls are probably no older than 15 and yet they're all pros. I want those lentik fingers dammit!

So there you are in brief my escapades in Siem Reap. Would I ever go back to Siem Reap? Heck yes. There's still loads of things I want to explore. Sides, the guys there are HOT enough to convince me to stay :P But the next time I go, I'm making sure that money will not be a problem.

So what's next on the agenda? Thiruchirapalli!!

Cambodia Baby!!

2009-04-27T00:38:00.005+08:00

In a few hour's time I'll be on a plane to Cambodia!! Yeah!! Cambodia Baby!! My first ever holiday with the gals and the first time ever I'm traveling overseas without a parent. Yes, sad. I know.

But all that don't matter now. I 'm headed to Cambodia!! Siem Reap Baby!!

So this is what I'm gonna do:

I'm gonna stay here

ANGKOR WAT

I'm gonna climb this

TUK TUK

I'm gonna ride this

OLD MARKET

I'm gonna shop here

KHMER KITCHEN

I'm gonna eat here

DEEP FRIED TARANTULA

I'm gonna... err may eat this

"HERB" PIZZA

I'm DEFINITELY gonna eat this...

here!

And then once I'm all "happy", I may even join in doing this.

APSARA DANCE

Once I'm back to normal, I'm gonna go here

(wouldn't wanna get blown up now would I?)

and then take a ride on this.

TARA BOAT CRUISE, TONLE SAP LAKE

So yeah, that's the plan. Sayonara or Chum ree-up lee-ah (in Khmer) people. See you in 5/6 days!!

Voting Time!!

2009-04-25T18:40:00.003+08:00

Well, the determining moment is finally here. It's time to see if I have what it takes to win that Makeup Contest. So if you guys liked my interpretation of Princess Jasmine please vote here...

mekap-mekap.blogspot

Please vote for me... it'll do wonders to my self esteem XP

A: Fair Weekend Bazaar @ SOHO KL

2009-04-24T00:01:00.004+08:00

Hey hey hey,

Here's an alternative on what you can do this weekend. If you're one of those people who has been blessed by never ending supply of moolah, or has been bitten by the shopaholic bug or just simply love to wander around and people watch, then this may be the place for you!

My alter ego, the ferocious money-making schemer has gotten Nona Stylista a spot at the bazaar. But my other alter ego, the lazy-bum traveler, insists that it should only open on Saturday. So after a horrid death match between the two, lazy-bum traveller won out and the money-making schemer was forced to comply to her wishes.

So it's a one-day event for Nona Stylista. Do come and check it out. There's new items being introduced at the bazaar that's not on the blog yet.

So come one, come all. Come and spend at my retail store!!

Time of Reckoning... or will it be Wreck-oning?!!

2009-04-23T00:05:00.001+08:00

Interview day today. Oh boy! Am I nervous?

Nah.

Am I mind-numbingly-out-of-this-world-pee-in-my-pants-shit-in-my-shorts-blood-oozing-out-of-my-nose nervous?

Oh yeah.

If I eff up... I'm gonna do exactly what he did. And worse. I'll dance. That'll make em hire me.

Incoherent Thoughts

Equal Opportunity for Travel

English Pronunciation

And God blesses EVERYONE

The Staging of Luigi Pirandello's "Six Characters in Search of an Author"

Support Earth Hour 2011

Date a girl who reads...

Freedom for Libya

You all ROCK!!

Stop and Hear the Music

Facebook is NOT Shutting Down on March 15

Resolution shhmolushen...

WELCOME 2011!!

Berry, Berries everywhere!

Crazy Cat Lady strikes!

I am OBSESSED!

Blog Revisited

We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a MERRY CHRISTMAS and a happy... that'll come later

Feline Fetish

Ramadhan Kareem

Flylashes??!! Eeewwwww...

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

IIUM Theater Week

5 Things You Never Knew Your Cell Phone Could Do

Dilemma Orang Melayu

For once I wanna be ugly

DAILY DRIVING PET PEEVES…

It ain't nice to be nice?

Chronicles of a Job Hopper pt. 1 - The Producer

Siapa suka kutuk mengutuk? Anonymous!!

If your life was made into a movie, who would play you?

And IIUM shall be proud...

Saya innocent, encik. Betul!!

Now why didn't I think of that?

Facebook... literally.

Happy 25th Birthday! Wait se minit. 25? Again?

And the award goes to...

This Burdened Heart

MAP Arts Festival.

Jane Austen kicks Zombie ass.

Biol punya orang. Tak reti bawak kereta ke? *tunjuk jari tengah*

Be my Guess.

Sex Explained By Pens

Eww, so the "hentai" wan?

Welcome to Bootcamp, maggots!!

I'm not a sadist. Really!

Gus Fraba...

I will permit no man to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him.

~ Booker T. Washington ~

Glee + Geek = GLEEK!!

Out with the old, On with the new

Bila Shan jumpa artis.

Twisty McAnkle Draws Blood

Nine

Malay Girls = Cheap, Easy Sex??

FYI, it's called 'Bad Parenting'.

REJECT!!

Tis the season to be _____ (fill in the blank)

An Awesome Reply From CEO Of J.P. Morgan To A Pretty Girl Seeking A Rich Husband!

Ugly Heart

Bravery

Now you see it... Now you don't!

'Twisty McAnkle' Strikes Again

All Hallow's Eve

Indulging the Bimbo in me...

Don't you copy me!

OHMIGAWD!!

It's hard to say goodbye...

I blinked and you're gone?!

Green Penguin Attack

Moronic Codes

Demon kickin' Cain and Abel

Aidilfitri menjelma lagi..

Music, When Soft Voices Die...

And music shall feed you...

Smoky ain't shy... Smoky's flye.

Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Here kitty, kitt... COME HERE DAMMIT!!

What 'Raya' sounds like...

Whee... I've got WII

Proud to be a Perak-celup-Kelate-murtad Malaysian

Biol punya orang. Tak reti bawak kereta ke? tunjuk jari tengah