Saturday, November 29, 2008

confusions.

i am confused.

i always mistaken Shell gas station for McDonalds. it would be like, 'oh, i think i might wanna get meself some fries..but dang, its the Shell station.'

this is, of course, because of the similar colours. from afar, when i see, red-yellow, it means McDonalds. but its actually Shell gas station. and around here, many Shell stations have McDonalds. (like a partnership or somewhat, that where there is a Shell station there is a McDonalds.) so sometimes, it is McDonalds that i am seeing from far, but come near, it transforms to Shell station. therefore, now, i find it hard to trust the colour red-yellow.

till now, i do not know why, i am still not used to getting to the drivers seat of the car on the left hand side. i would walk straight up on the right side and then realise oh, no, its the other side..and walkkkk all the way around the car to the other side. frustrates me!

mati mati mati.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

bamsmashsquicksquack!


this was what happened to me yesterday night. first, let me explain each picture in detail..

picture 1 : see. i was the first car. together with another car on my right hand side, waiting for the red light. as i waited, i was shivering in the cold and grooving to the music on the radio. anyway, the arrows indicate the direction of flow of the traffic. those striped area indicates pavement of somekind. and this T-junction is close by one another, being that one junction to another junction is not far and wide apart, its close and near-apart.

picture 2 : then, i saw a car coming from my opposite direction, driving just smoothly. and then, out of no where, i also see a car coming from the other direction, on my left, coming on at quite a speed. at that moment, i think of nothing, of course. still grooving, still shivering.

picture 3 : out of a sudden, without warning, i realised that both cars were not stopping. what made matter worst was, the 'striped area' between those car A and car B is a fly-over, thus, neither car can see each other. then in about 2 seconds later, both the cars did not stop, BAM!SMASH!SQUICKSQUAK! after bamsmashsquicksquak...in that split of .5 seconds, because of the impact, car A changed direction, and because it was travelling at quite a speed, it lost control after colliding with car B, and changed direction going towards me. at that angle (in broken lines), drawn above.

at that moment, as i witness the whole bamsmashsquicksquak then the-car-losing-its-control-towards-me, i thought, madafaka, its gonna hit me! its so gonna gonna hit me. and i sit there helplessly on the driver's seat of the car. staring at car A.


my reflex was to turn my steering to the right, and, yes, i did so.

but at about just 3 meters shy of hitting me/my car. the driver managed to gain control of the car and turn towards the patch of grass. (as drawn)

the front of car B was as good as crumpled metal.

not long after, the lights turned green. i left but cars beside me, at the back of me all stayed, gasping in disbelief. i, on the other hand, tackled my shock by driving away...while still absorbing the shockness, and while the adrendaline rush in my blood cools off.

then as i reflash, you know what stupid faak i did? though, i turn my steering, it would not help anyhows, because my foot was still on the brakes. tight on the brakes. what the hell... now i know how anxiety and panic can cause a person to not react and think right.

if you all might not know, if i were to die, in a situation which is unforeseen, i would wanna die in a tragic car accident. this experience was the closest i have come to an accident. though if car A were to hit me, i would not even be injured, what more death. but well, yes, i would wanna die in a tragic accident. just seems a nice way to die.

but oh, well...

Sunday, November 23, 2008

my sandwiches.

yesterday, i had a bag full filled with cookies, sandwiches and a cuppa coffee. i placed it on the passenger seat and was on my way driving home. with a tendency to drive at super fast speed, i accelerated and accelerated. it was also because i could see that all the traffic lights ahead of me was all greeeen. so anyway, as i was near to passing the traffic light ahead of me, it turned yellow then red. i had to make a sudden stop because there are cameras on the lights.

so anyway, i stopped. sudden. stop. and with the great inertia, that bag fell to the floor. still driving, i quickly pick up the bag to prevent the coffee from spilling. luckily, it did not spill, just a little splash, as the lid was on tight enough. and all the cookies was still in the bag. but damn it, my sandwiches was all over the floor. and they were touching the floor already.

i was so frustrated with myself. frustrated with the existance of inertia. frustrated that i had to drive so fast. frustrated that i may not be able to eat my sandwiches anymore. frustrated at the floor. ergh!!!!!!!!!!!!

frustrated, while still driving, i bend all the way to the floor of the passenger seat and i picked up one of the sandwich and stuffed into my mouth. boy, it tasted good. it was a turkey and swiss sandwich. and then the other one.

it was night, it was dark, and i was driving and there were plenty of cars on my left and right, so i could not check if there were any foreign particle but what the hell, and just ate it.

ask me why i did that?

because i am mad at the floor that it touched my sandwiches first, even before i get to touch it.

because i am mad at the floor for taking my sandwiches virginity even before i get to. the floor UNvirgined my sandwiches.

and therefore, i had to show the floor who is boss.

and that is why i did what i did.

stupid floor.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

this counselor..

for the last few days, i have been doing some revision for an evaluation test that i have to take in order to enroll into college for the spring intake in January. i found out that i totally dang it, forgot my trigonometry and some math formula. i seriously cannot imagine that something that comes so automatically to me a year ago, i would totally forget it now. anyway, so on Tuesday, i took the test, finally, praying that i will somehow pull through.

it was a 4 paper, untimed test. reading, writing, essay-writing and math. because its untimed, i took my time to do it. and math was the last section of the test. and trigonometry was the last topic in the math test. and by then, it was already since 4 and 1/2 hours ago that i sat there. so when came to the trigonometry questions, i was too washed out to even think. so those long complicated questions, i did not bother thinking and just guessed an answer. but anyway, overall, i did well for math, just not that well for the trigonometry part.

so after that, i went to see a counselor. this red-headed counselor was a lil eccentric. i think. she talks to herself and has an eccentric fidgetty manner. but anyway, so after she put my test results in the system, and then we talked about what classes i must take for the first semester...blablabla...and there are 3 classes that i have to take in my first semester. and that makes 9 credit hours. at first, i have no idea what '9 credit hours' meant. the counselor was explaining to me that probably 3 classes would be more than enough for me.

to me, 3 classes, is like, what? only 3? but then, i asked her, can i take more than 3 classes? she said yes, but you will be spending 9 hours for this classes already. and she was advicing me not to take anymore classes if i don't have to.

so i was like huh? what talking you? so i asked, err, 9 hours, being 9 hours a day? and her answer was, no, 9 hours a week. [9 hours a WEEK. <>. i was thinking, she must be kidding me. is 9 hours a week a lot? my god.] in a week, i have 168 hours, and taking up 9 of that 168 would kill me? i don't think so. and besides, come to think of it, i have spent 9 hours and more in school before. and many times. sometimes, more than 2 days in a row.

this counselor, ah, was of no help. whatever that i asked, i did not get the answer i want. real bedebah.

anyway, i was asked where i came from. so i said Malaysia. and she said, 'oh, Indonesia, the country with the most population of Muslims.' then i said, 'i came from Malaysia.' and she went 'oh,oh, but its near Indonesia right?' so to not make her feel bad about herself, i made as if it was an ok mistake. so i said, 'yes, it is, it is also near Singapore.' and she was, 'ya. ya.' but i doubt she knows.

and then at the end of our fruitless session, she said, 'so Malaysia huh, not Indonesia. ah, stupid Americans.' i was like, oooook, you don't have to be so hard on yourself. gis. what the hell? haha.

haih. apala.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

handwritten-writings.

this is how SS i can get. deal with it, ok.

handwriting can say a lot about a person. like the Zara (if i am not mistaken) section, in the Star newspapers that allows readers to write to them and with that, they interpret what they learn about you through your handwriting.

i remembered because Sui Ying, Thanussha and I wanted to write to Zara but end up not doing it.

anyway, it would be fun to know how to read a person throught their handwriting. and i do wonder what my handwriting says about myself. but well, since i do not have the knowledge of reading handwriting, the right way, i am good at analysing and commenting on handwritings, my way.

my handwriting has received many many uncountable compliment. i want to deny them but the generousity of compliments presented to me just would not allow me to deny the fact that my handwriting is actually what they say it is.

my handwriting has changed a lot throught the course of time. though usually handwritings do not differ that much from time to time but somehow, mine took a toll for change when i entered secondary school. i don't know how and i don't exactly know why but it just did. but for the last 6 years, my handwritng remained pretty much the same, except it has revolved a little bit for the better. (why would i wanna change my handwriting if they make people cannot help but to compliment, right?)

what do you call this, an ability or talent or what? but anyway, with an ability to produce such handwriting, i am usually responsible for everything that involves writing/drawing of block letters, like on banners or writing reports or just whatever that needs handwriting as neat and as 'ejane' as can be back in school. haha. (i do not know what adjective to use to describe my handwriting, so i figured 'ejane' would best describe it. i know what you are thinking right now, but hey, i am also humble enough to use the word, 'usually'.)

the one compliment that i am truly honoured to ever receive is from Mr. Chan, a one true master of perfect handwriting. well, he said that if there is one person in the whole school who can write better or as good as him, it would be ejane. no compliment has yet top that. my math teacher once asked me to change my handwriting, and not write it so ejane-ly as it will slow me down. yes, i do write a little slower than a person would but it does not slow me down very much that i have to give up my handwriting. many also think that i measure and take my time to write every letter but actually it is just a natural flow of my hand.

anyway, my handwriting does not really resemble my personality. how can one who is seldom serious have such serious handwriting. and being that my handwriting has a high level of expectations, it has made me a perfectionist in everything that i need to do, involving my handwriting or something that challenges my creativity.

therefore, i learnt to appreciate other types or handwriting that is not on par as mine. (hahahhhaha.)

these are analysis of my friends' handwritings;

beh shuh pyng - let me tell you that she has hell of a handwriting. hell, i mean by not hell - nice but hell as in it brings hell to everyone that has to deal with it. teachers can barely read them. many of my friends don't comment on her handwriting when they need to copy her homework but in my case, i give her no mercy (though i am the one copying her homework). its like being in a situation where you are so desperate that you need to copy homeworks and there you are stuck, trying to read her handwriting, word for word. not making it any easier. and in other situation, when i have time to slowly read her handwriting, i will go, 'beh, whats this?' another 5seconds past, 'beh, this one?' another 1 minute past, 'beh aaa, chi leh si ha mi lai?'.

the problem with her handwriting is, its so thin. sooo thin. it barely has any width to it. therefore, everything appears like a staright line. everything. sometimes, her 'i' can be fatter than her 'e', and that is how awful her handwriting is. she makes her letter all stand on the line on tip toe, and that makes it even harder to read. she tries too hard to change her handwriting, resulting in such severe distortion.

jennifer - her handwriting certainly do not look like her appearance. she is all neat, all combed, all ironed and all tugged in. but her handwriting is like tau geh that is growing with no sense of direction. hahaha. though, i do not face as much difficulty to read it compared to beh's one but sometimes when laziness kicks in, then it would be a headache. i don't know why, but i think this happens because her fingers are too long, therefore, when she writes, she does not need move her palm, instead, her palm stick to where it is at one position, and her fingers are able to move all the way to the end of the book. and poof, growing tau geh.

yan ming and shea yuin - they both posses similar handwriting, that is very layback and easy to read. i would say that it is actually an ideal style of writing, as it does not take much effort and its easy on the eyes.

sui ying - its also an easy-to-read handwriting but it has a certain sharp-ness in her handwriting. that is unusual and that lets you know straight away that its teoh's handwriting. well, this, i think is due to her sharp fingers (???) maybe.

and this makes up the people that were involved in the 'scribbles' project.

i know i should stop myself, because when it comes to handwritings, i have a whole lot to say.

wonderful handwritings are not overrated.

*inspired by sui ying recent post.
**i know beh will like this post.

Monday, November 17, 2008

patheticness written in just 4 dots.

  • don't even get me started on the TENNIS Masters Cup in Shanghai that just ended. argh.


  • anyway, yes, Tan Ezen, i have watched Prison Break. god, people! people of the world that has not yet watch Prison Break season 4 or the 11th episode of season 4, it cannot get any better than this. keeps you on the edge of your seat every moment. keeps you on the brink of a sudden heart attack and always catch you breatheless. ah.

  • its 1:47am on my watch. later in 3.5 hours, i gotta be up and dressing up myself for work. fun isn't it. waking up when some people are only starting to snuggle into their warm bed. i start work at 5.15am, but i have to be there at least 5 minutes before the scheduled time, making it 5.10am. the journey there takes me about 20-25 minutes without exceeding the speed limit and without speeding through yellow traffic lights. and about 12-16 minutes to get me there at 15 mph faster than the speed limit and dangerous driving. so give or take i gotta at least start my journey 25 minutes before 5:10am, making it, 4:35 and i give myself 15 minutes to wake up, open my eyes, get dress, wash my face and brush my tooth. and that ends up at 4:20am. krazy.

  • i need to die.

Friday, November 14, 2008

fed kaput

unfortunately, all of my friends that reads my blog do not watch tennis or even have the slightest clue about tennis except for Leithiga. but anyway, i have to post this anyhow because its huge!

so anyway, now its the Master Cup in Shanghai. where ONLY the top 8 in the ATP rank will compete. they are divided into two groups, the red group and the gold group. thus, there are four players in each group. they will play a round robin and then the top 2 in each group will then qualify for the semi-finals.

so right now, the top 8 are,
1. rafael nadal
2. roger federer
3. novak djokovic
4. andy murray
5. nikolay davydenko
6. andy roddick
7. jo-wilfred tsonga
8. juan martin del potro
XX
9. gilles simon
27. radek stepanek

unfrotunately though, rafa is out on a knee injury he had in Paris. therefore, the 9th ranked player, gilles simon is in.

then later, after losing to andy murray, andy roddick twisted his ankle at the practice court and thus, giving his position to the alternate, radek stepanek, the 27th ranked player.

making it, only 3 out of the 8 players that had had experince in the year end Masters Cup - federer, novak and devydenko. the rest are all first timers.

federer came in as the top seed. but lost his opening match to gilles simon. a very unexpected loss. though, he came in with a back injury that he had that caused him to retire in Paris also. (it was his first retirement in mid-tournament after 753 matches played. rather impressive) but anyhow, he went on to win against radek stepanek and keeping his semi-final hope alive.

in the gold group, novak was the first to qualify into the semis after defeating devydenko and del potro. another semi finalist is devydenko when he managed to win against tsonga and del porto.

federer then went on to lose to andy murray. and gilles simon won against redek stepanek. and know what that calls for?! federer, a four time champion in this tournament, did not manage to qualify to the semi-finals. gilles simon qualified together with andy murray.

so in the semi-finals coming up this weekend, murray will be meeting against devydenko and novak will be up against simon. obivously, right now, murray is the favourite. with novak as the title contender.

will never know. maybe the finals will not be novak and murray.

without a-rod or rafa...i have favourites to pick. but i do hope an underdog prevails. so my side would be on simon.

now...what is interesting to me is, whats up, fed? lost your mojo?

cincai la..

there are many words/pharses that are often misused. like,

'yea, right'
so? does it mean 'yes, you are right.'? and 'yes, that is correct.'? or 'you are so lying!'? but nowadays, 'yea. right.' is used so often to mean, 'liar. you so cannot do that.' or 'make me believe you.' that is has totally changed the true meaning of 'yea, right.'


so how do you know if its the right 'yea, right' or the wrong 'yea, right'? sure the tone of the voice tells it, but i figured that a excited high-shrieking 'yea, right' does sound like the wrong 'yea, right', no? some people are really monotonous and sarcastic. so, how?

well, how - don't use 'yea, right.'. ever. just say, 'you are such a liar.'. straight up. or 'you can never do that.' and not 'yea, right.' then there will not be any misunderstanding.

example of a conversation :
wwk : hey, you wanna go out?
bsp : yea, right, i will go out with you.
(now, wwk thinks that bsp is so going out with him but bsp is saying hell,no. and that is a heart breaking misundersanding, and we don't want that, do we?)


'fine'
fine is such a soft and positive word made into a big mean nasty word. it exist to mean that all things are fine. all things are good and all pretty. but now, its used as, #@$$%#$FINE&#!$*

so for example, a mother arguing with the daughter, and the daughter (usually in cases) loses and storms out and says, 'fine'. so does that mean, oh, she is really alright with it. or does she mean 'i hate you, mother!'? sure this comes to the tone again. but yet, the word is being used the wrong way. like using the mop to sweep the floor and using the broom to soak in water to mop the floor. apanya?

therefore, why not just add a 'not' into it and say, 'not fine-ah.' thats better.

'not bad'
this is the worst two word being used to compliment, today. first of all, 'not' is already negative and it follows with 'bad' which is more negative. so 'not bad' is actually VERY BAD! moreover, these two words are used to compliment something that is not-bad or not-very-good. something that is a in-betweener and mediocre.

it should deserve some credit for not being bad but instead its slap with a double-trouble compliment. so why say, 'not bad'? when you can always say, 'quite good'. rightttt? makes it a whole lot better.

'you guys'
this two words are like the universal word to address a group of people despite their sexes. it sure is wrong. but then people still use it like all the people in the world are guys.

realise it, and instead, use, 'you all'. that is correct and acceptable.

so lets say, a conversation between a waitor and some customers,
waitor : so what are you guys having today?
guy customer1 : i'll have this.

guy customer2 : this looks good to me.
guy customer3 : i'll get this one.
*** long silence***
(all eyes on girl customer)
waitor : errrrrrr..?
girl customer : oh, oh, you asking for my orders too? i thought you only asked them guys.

and ya, we do not want that awkward situation to ever occur, do we?

Monday, November 10, 2008

...

you sacrificed so much of your time
you sacrificed so much of your life
to make this work
to fulfill someone else's dreams.

but
you don't ask for no diamond ring.

you sacrificed so much of your time
you sacrificed so much of your life
to make me work
to fulfill my dreams.

but
you ask for no diamond ring.

they sacrificed so much of their time
they sacrificed so much of their time
for us to work
for us to fulfill our dreams.

but
they ask for no diamond rings.

its SPM now and again.

its the end of year again. again. again.

today is the start of another SPM.

the dreaded final moments.

well, i am certain that Convents will do it, again. again. again.

speaking of SPM, its such a freaky coincident that SPM 2007 started on November 12th. results were annouced on March 12th. and on May 12th, form 6 started and on the same day too, i left Malaysia. and on June 21st was Convent's Hari Anugerah.

can it get anymore coincident than that?

ending SPM, shall i say is the best 'finally-at-last-oh-my-be-darned-god' feeling ever? i think so. it is an explosive but not expressive feeling. it was like,

oh.

i
am
done?


ya.

its
the
end.


really?


yes.


yes.

really.


yey!


well, that was fun while it lasted. funner now that its over.

i do wonder what the many krazy things that people did after the very end of that ticking minute. as for me, i did not end with all my friends. i ended 4 days later with my wacko jacko Teoh and Yan and Ng and Cheah and Mizen (..to name a few..) those that had to take accounts.

my last day of SPM was nothing short of memorable. because,
first, i managed to put my signature on the 'package' that to be signed as a witness for whatever. i wanted so badly to sign that thing, just out of curiousity. and besides, it'd be one and only time in life that we live to sit for SPM, why not just do what you desire. so i actually raised my hand up while the Ketua Pengawas was re-reading the peraturan-peraturan for the 100th time. i suprised her when i said all i wanted was to just sign that package. =)

second, i forgot my calculator and i had to run all the way to the classroom to get it. and i had absolutely no time to waste for accounts. therefore, i ran so fast i could not break on time and due to the slippery floor (it was slippery because it was covered with pigeon poo) i slipped and fell and cut my knee and got my legs covered with pigeon poo. what am i to do? so anyway, for the whole time, i did my accounts with the smell of poo and with the heartbeating feel of pain on my knee. real kanasai...

third - the paper ended! well, Teoh and I ran down the corridor to the netball field, screaming and skipping with MUCH relieve. (partially also because we know we made Mr. Kana proud. ;) haha) freedom from all heebie-jeebies that we had to face each morning for 3 weeks. at the netball field, (Teoh and i will never be on the netball field at the same time if not for only one occasion) - we laid on the grass, and had our traditional eating of grass. Yan, Ng, Mizen, Poh Juan, Teoh and i then sat on the astaka in disbelief and finally came back to our senses and walked back to the gate to take our final step out the school gate with a mission finally accomplised. oh, and Yan, Teoh and myself commited a tiny vandalism on the school property.


then ya. thats the end.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

this night...

i do not know whats with me tonight. as if body and soul and mind are not working hand in hand.

probably just hungry and tired.

anyway, so i finished work at around 10.35p.m., i dropped my colleague home which is just on my way home. then i realised i need to put some gas. so i turned in to the gas station and then pumped and sharks, i got the nozzle stuck to the gas tank cover...twisted it, bend it then only it got off. so i bend it back, and tested it, and it still opens n closes. that was a relieve.

so yes, after that i turned back to head home. i was suppose to turn right, then make a U-turn. because the gas station was on the opposite side. but instead, i, with no awareness what so ever at all, turned left, therefore i was on the opposite flow of the traffic. and continue to drive for probably 10meters.

luckily there was no on-coming traffic. then as i came to an intersection, i thought to myself, eiks, i very well know that there is a traffic light here, what happen to it? so i told myself, what the hell, just go then, guess i must have mistaken the traffic light to be there but its actually not there afterall.

in the midst of me trying to make the decision to go or not and figuring out where is the traffic light...a car from the opposite direction was flashing lights at me. i thought, what the hell? is that car trying to signal for me to go or what?

still at that split moment, i did not notice that the car in front of me has yellow lights and not red lights.

after the car flashed for many times, only i realised. OH MY GOD, i am on the opposite flow of traffic. so i looked to my right, and luckily the light (where the traffic light actually is) was green, so i quickly ram on the accelarator and went on the right road.

man, that was suicidal. but it did not feel that wrong neither did it feel right, as the roads here are of the opposite directions as of in Malaysia.

inilah padahnya. anyway, i survived.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

breaddaa

i love eating bread and i enjoy eating bread. between year 2003-2006, i got struck with a bread craving, so bad, it was hard to believe. the amount i eat per daily is out of the odinary. i take bread to school almost everyday for 4 years, i eat bread for tea and sometimes i eat bread in between meals and i eat bread for snack. i mean its crazy. while watching tevee, instead of usual popcorn, junk-food chips, i would be eating bread after bread. soon after, my cravings kinda totally stopped. it was as if i have had too much bread to handle and it just broke down and i virtually stopped taking bread in an overdosed amount. but now, the cravings did not come back, but i have been consuming bread a lot. being that food is so hard to get, bread is the most delicious instant food around.

since i am such a big eater of bread, you can imagine all different things that i have my bread with. some are just typical bread spread, sometimes when i get bored of the norm, i try my own recipe. this is the list;

1. butter.
2. butter and sugar.
3. peanut butter and jam.
4. peanut butter and chocolate.
5. peanut butter.
6. roasted peanut butter.
7. kaya. (what is it really called in english? coconut jam?)
8. kaya with butter.
9. chunks of chocolate bars.
10. apples.
11. apples and cheese.
12. peanut butter and cheese.
13. McDonald's sweet and sour sauce.
14. tomato sauce.
15. tuna spread.
16. salmon spread.
17. seafood spread.
18. strawberry jam.
19. blueberry jam.
20. marmalade.
21. green pears.
22. sardine spread.

that is bout all. and all is good! seriously. except for the peanut butter and chesse. its kinda weeeiird. and that is only just regular bread, and not considering those from the bakery. if yes, i do not know how far the list will go on.

so if just anyone out there that has funky own recipe you use to go on bread, share it with me, i will love to try it.

and of course, do try mine too..they are awesome.chunks of chocolate bar with bread is actualy good. and apples too, they make the bread juicy.

very well, have a good one everybody.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

twisted time complications.

so start of the fall season.
i don't know why, but that is how it works.
at 2a.m.,
all clocks in the country (except Hawaii and Arizona) are suppose to turn the clock back,
one whole hour.
thus,
right now, i am at 1.37a.m.,
i will be repeating it again.
isn't that just fun?
according to the internet though,
the purpose of this is just plain having more daylight hours.
this is so twisted.
what if you end work at 2a.m. and after the clock reset for an extra hour, making it 1a.m., you have to go back to work for another hour and end at 2a.m., again?
dang, thats shit.
and if you have a flight at 3a.m., and you wait at the airport at around 1.30 a.m., and when it comes to 2p.m., you turn the time b to 1a.m.,
and dang, you got a one hour delayed flight.
haha.
so fucked.
so after 2a.m., it would be 1a.m. so Malaysia would be 2p.m. but since Malaysia do not go back an hour, making Malaysia 3p.m.
so instead of 13hours difference, it is now 14 hours difference, from here.
from Malaysia, instead of 11hours difference, its now only 10 hours difference.
meaning, if in Malaysia, counting back 10hours would make the time here.
and if from here, counting 14 hours ahead, would make the time in Malaysia.
correct?
correct me if i am wrong.
even if i am correct, i don't even understand fully of why so.
oh, the both has to sum up to 24 hours huh.
i think i might get it.
oh, well.

rubbish.

this is of the most random thoughts i have that i want to post out.

  • its fun being reporter huh. i do think so. i watched all this videos on Malaysian politics on youtube and all...dang, the reporters are so persistent and freaking annoying. if i am the politician, ya, damn, the reporters are really annoying. but if i am the reporter, i am having fun! hell yes. stalking is just really one of my passion. if i were a reporter, i would so stalk people. and when it comes to a big swamp of reporters come storming at one person..to ask questions...'ya, YB apa pandangan YB tentang..bla bla bla?' and as for me, 'ya,ya YB, ya..YB...' and when all the recorders and microphones and devices are in front of my face, i'd continue, 'ya, YB, tadi pagi ada makan roti canai? mulut macam ada kuah, di tepi tu.'

    that would be so awesome!

    how difficult can being a stalking-reporter be? its just running and more running and struggling. having long arms would be an advantage, to push the device all the way near the nose-mouth of the person speaking until the extent that even as they speak and breathe, the brush of their nose hairs are audible. and of course, a high tolerance to withstand real bad body odour. that is about all. i think i might consider this as my part time hobby.

    so darn awesome!

  • money vs. time.
    i take time. anytime. everytime.
    with money, you are not able to buy time.
    with time, you are able to make money.
    why have money but have no time?
    why have time but don't make money?

  • ya, its Halloween today. more like hell-o-wee to me. (as in hell-oh-wow, as in hell-all-so-'fun'). so what. just another day ain't monday. no party no costume. just work and a broken heart.

    by the way, Halloween is like the Hungry Ghost festival of the chinese cultural beliefs. but just that Halloween is a one day event but Hungry Ghost fest is a whole month. and during the period of Hungry Ghost fest, we are suppose to avoid 'them' in many ways like, never mentioning about death or anything related to the underworld, preferably not going out after sunset, always trying to accommodate 'them' in various ways like feeding 'them' food so that we get to live in peace. but Halloween on the other hand, is be part of 'them', dress like 'them', look like 'them', talk walk smile like 'them', making homes into haunted houses just for the thrill of the underworld.

    interesting how its so conflicting.

    but Hungry Ghost fest do bring the worst in you, psychologically because you cannot help but fall into the silly illogical beliefs of your gramma's stories.

    trick-or-threat on Halloween day. feed-or-cursed on Hungry Ghost fest.

    sweets and candies and everything yummy on Halloween day. joysticks and pigs and ang ku on Hungry Ghost fest.

that is all the nonsense i have.

up up and away. no that is impossible. up up and fall all the way down, ya. that is only right.