The Serpentine Offering - Dimmu Borgir
My descent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair
My descent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair
Ah!
Evoked and entertained through all the centuries
Wrathful and sullen -- Dormant still
The ferocity pervades everywhere
Waiting to be released at last
Hear my offering
Upon your sons and daughters
Share my sacrifice
share my sacrifice
My descent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair
My descent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair
Reconcile not with the fear of the snake
But embrace it as your own
Inject it's venom into your veins
And replant the seed that gives growth
Still shrouded in mystery
Until you arise above perception
A veil of ignorance is in motion
Continuing troughout generations
A veil of ignorance is in motion
Continuing throughout multiple generations
Let me be the one that deliver you from the deceit
And back into perfect accordance with the laws of nature
The snake is notoriously tempting
But the snake is fair
What is worse than not knowing?
To live or disappear?
The ferocity pervades everywhere
Waiting to be released at last
Hear my offering
Upon Your sons and daughters
Share my sacrifice
Share my sacrifice
Friday, December 12, 2008
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
One System for All?
Malay to be standardised and screw the other languages?
Maintain other languages as they are part of the education system and recognised even in law.
Mukhriz oh Mukhriz, when will you ever learn to change the ketuanan Melayu?
When someone in power like Mukhriz makes these sort of statements:
"I am suggesting that we look into the best way of instilling unity among the races at a young age and that would be in schools,"
How is it he can come out with ideas to ban vernacular schools because they are like the main cause of racial polarisation? Hmm...Have vernacular schools really caused racial polarisations?
As far as memory serves me, I have friends from vernacular schools who doesn't bother whether you're Chinese, Indian, Malay, Punjabi or Lain-lain. That accusation is totally baseless.
Firstly, you all know that schools are the place where our children learn their dictionary of bad words right?
Secondly, schools are the biggest breeding pods for racism. This is thanks to certain narrow-minded people who govern the schools. Make baseless remarks like how an Indian dude darkens the sunny day.
Thirdly, if none of you have questioned why is it that Kebangsaan Schools have their daily morning assembly Muslim Prayer, it's about high time now. Why do all the non-Muslim have to stomach their morning prayers and why don't they do it for the races? Is it because we are too small a fragment to be given any attention to?
Based on the three causes above, can I safely say that racial polarisation originates from Kebangsaan Schools?
So Mukhriz, please at least do some research before you spit out something and then fumble and say that "I said the system should be one. I don't think the issue of closing schools arises. This is the last thing I want."
Yeah right.
On to the issue of enhancing unity, Mukhriz, you have to remember that we're all living in a multi-racial country. We're not fully 100% united but we are somewhat there, at a level where we are united. United in peace. United in thoughts that won't cause unnecessary harm to others. If we weren't united, then everyday will be May 13th. Surely nobody would want that right? But then it would fun because we won't see uniformity and monotony.
Unity is defined as absence of diversity; unvaried or uniform character.
Absence of DIVERSITY. Now that is a major word. Malaysia is diverse. Our sea collections are diverse. Our food palate is diverse.
When Mukhriz talks about unity, we have to ask "Which unity is he talking about?"
I have dreaded feeling that it is about Ketuanan Melayu but let's keep that under wraps for the time being.
I know many of us know this but let me emphasise it again.
"Politicians aren't the brightest, they just claim to be bright."
Malay to be standardised and screw the other languages?
Maintain other languages as they are part of the education system and recognised even in law.
Mukhriz oh Mukhriz, when will you ever learn to change the ketuanan Melayu?
When someone in power like Mukhriz makes these sort of statements:
"I am suggesting that we look into the best way of instilling unity among the races at a young age and that would be in schools,"
How is it he can come out with ideas to ban vernacular schools because they are like the main cause of racial polarisation? Hmm...Have vernacular schools really caused racial polarisations?
As far as memory serves me, I have friends from vernacular schools who doesn't bother whether you're Chinese, Indian, Malay, Punjabi or Lain-lain. That accusation is totally baseless.
Firstly, you all know that schools are the place where our children learn their dictionary of bad words right?
Secondly, schools are the biggest breeding pods for racism. This is thanks to certain narrow-minded people who govern the schools. Make baseless remarks like how an Indian dude darkens the sunny day.
Thirdly, if none of you have questioned why is it that Kebangsaan Schools have their daily morning assembly Muslim Prayer, it's about high time now. Why do all the non-Muslim have to stomach their morning prayers and why don't they do it for the races? Is it because we are too small a fragment to be given any attention to?
Based on the three causes above, can I safely say that racial polarisation originates from Kebangsaan Schools?
So Mukhriz, please at least do some research before you spit out something and then fumble and say that "I said the system should be one. I don't think the issue of closing schools arises. This is the last thing I want."
Yeah right.
On to the issue of enhancing unity, Mukhriz, you have to remember that we're all living in a multi-racial country. We're not fully 100% united but we are somewhat there, at a level where we are united. United in peace. United in thoughts that won't cause unnecessary harm to others. If we weren't united, then everyday will be May 13th. Surely nobody would want that right? But then it would fun because we won't see uniformity and monotony.
Unity is defined as absence of diversity; unvaried or uniform character.
Absence of DIVERSITY. Now that is a major word. Malaysia is diverse. Our sea collections are diverse. Our food palate is diverse.
When Mukhriz talks about unity, we have to ask "Which unity is he talking about?"
I have dreaded feeling that it is about Ketuanan Melayu but let's keep that under wraps for the time being.
I know many of us know this but let me emphasise it again.
"Politicians aren't the brightest, they just claim to be bright."
Friday, November 28, 2008
Andy aka Poke My Eyes Last Day....
There was a group of us that went makan with Andy for his last day. Gin Horng was the mastermind behind the preparation of Andy's luncheon.
Anyways, the group that went were separated into two cars.
Car No 1 : Mervyn Chong
Car No 2: Andy Ng
So we went on a journey. Throughout the journey, Mark kept giving last minute directions to our destination (NZX). Therefore, we nearly had some near-death scenarios.
p/s: The guy in the stripe shirt. It was all his fault. Oh well, you can't really blame him. No hard feelings Mark! You're just not focused...
So we arrived safely and made up our mind to eat at Station 1 Cafe.
Food was ok and that was like what most of us ate. It's some chicken rice comes with a free cup of Yestea. Let's just say that the tea was the hardest thing for me to finish..
Kah Yin trying a new pose. I can't seem to understand what is she doing or whatever is running through her mind. Hmm..Maybe she playing 1, 2 Jus! I don't know. Oh well..
Looks like someone got caught red-handed...and was hiding his face so as not be called a hypocrite. Now we all know the real Andyy......hmmm...
Drinking and trying to be stylo and macho at the same time. LOL.
The end result: A monkey with a cracked tongue. How did he get that crack? Don't want to know what happened. TQ. :P
After eating went walking for a while and that was when I decided to get "naughty" with Spiderman. Hehehe...
There was a group of us that went makan with Andy for his last day. Gin Horng was the mastermind behind the preparation of Andy's luncheon.
Anyways, the group that went were separated into two cars.
Car No 1 : Mervyn Chong
Car No 2: Andy Ng
So we went on a journey. Throughout the journey, Mark kept giving last minute directions to our destination (NZX). Therefore, we nearly had some near-death scenarios.
p/s: The guy in the stripe shirt. It was all his fault. Oh well, you can't really blame him. No hard feelings Mark! You're just not focused...
So we arrived safely and made up our mind to eat at Station 1 Cafe.
Food was ok and that was like what most of us ate. It's some chicken rice comes with a free cup of Yestea. Let's just say that the tea was the hardest thing for me to finish..
Kah Yin trying a new pose. I can't seem to understand what is she doing or whatever is running through her mind. Hmm..Maybe she playing 1, 2 Jus! I don't know. Oh well..
Looks like someone got caught red-handed...and was hiding his face so as not be called a hypocrite. Now we all know the real Andyy......hmmm...
Drinking and trying to be stylo and macho at the same time. LOL.
The end result: A monkey with a cracked tongue. How did he get that crack? Don't want to know what happened. TQ. :P
After eating went walking for a while and that was when I decided to get "naughty" with Spiderman. Hehehe...
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Ingrate. Tak mengenang budi.
When was the last time you were perfectly happy with everything? I was never.
Yesterday when I was waiting for the bus at Tmn Melati LRT to go back home, I dropped by the usual stall for my favourite banana balls on a satay stick. There I noticed there was this little girl who was doing her revision. She quickly stood up and asked me "Yes?"
I was stunned. What did you just say? Call me bias, cold-hearted, racist, ingrate, etc. but this young girl just blew me away. She said "Yes?" again and I was bitchslapped in the face.
"Oh ya, bagi dua nie. Berapa ya?" - Me
"Satu 50 sen, dua seinggit" - She
"Thank you"
"Thank you" - Both said it simultenously.
After paying her, she went back to her work while her mom served the other lady who was taking away some dishes. I just looked at her.
It was then I realised I was caught. She didn't have the luxury of PS 2's and Emily Strange stuff. Her mom was earning a meagre salary that would be just enough to support the family. Of course we all have that notion that the newspaper vendor probably takes home double of the peanuts we earn but for now let's just keep it as the "poor family" scenario aite?
With a wooden table as thin as plywood as her study table, she diligently filled up the blanks in the sentences. I just stared at her focused so intently that she wasn't too bothered about her surroundings unless her mom nudged her.
So are we grateful for everything we have? Like everyone says, be grateful for what we have. Are we?
For example, when the train is packed to the brim and late, are we grateful to have the LRT moving and not SPOILT?
Last Thursday 20/11, I took a walk from my office (Kelana Square) to Kelana Jaya LRT. It was a fruitful walk as Eunice called me and asked me whether I would like a ride or not. I politely declined :P
I enjoyed the cool breeze (CO2 + Honks + "Fresh Air" + Misc) and realised that it wasn't hot. I'm grateful for the walk. It was the best I had. And that was a prelude to the event that unfolded yesterday 25/11.
When was the last time you were perfectly happy with everything? I was never.
Yesterday when I was waiting for the bus at Tmn Melati LRT to go back home, I dropped by the usual stall for my favourite banana balls on a satay stick. There I noticed there was this little girl who was doing her revision. She quickly stood up and asked me "Yes?"
I was stunned. What did you just say? Call me bias, cold-hearted, racist, ingrate, etc. but this young girl just blew me away. She said "Yes?" again and I was bitchslapped in the face.
"Oh ya, bagi dua nie. Berapa ya?" - Me
"Satu 50 sen, dua seinggit" - She
"Thank you"
"Thank you" - Both said it simultenously.
After paying her, she went back to her work while her mom served the other lady who was taking away some dishes. I just looked at her.
It was then I realised I was caught. She didn't have the luxury of PS 2's and Emily Strange stuff. Her mom was earning a meagre salary that would be just enough to support the family. Of course we all have that notion that the newspaper vendor probably takes home double of the peanuts we earn but for now let's just keep it as the "poor family" scenario aite?
With a wooden table as thin as plywood as her study table, she diligently filled up the blanks in the sentences. I just stared at her focused so intently that she wasn't too bothered about her surroundings unless her mom nudged her.
So are we grateful for everything we have? Like everyone says, be grateful for what we have. Are we?
For example, when the train is packed to the brim and late, are we grateful to have the LRT moving and not SPOILT?
Last Thursday 20/11, I took a walk from my office (Kelana Square) to Kelana Jaya LRT. It was a fruitful walk as Eunice called me and asked me whether I would like a ride or not. I politely declined :P
I enjoyed the cool breeze (CO2 + Honks + "Fresh Air" + Misc) and realised that it wasn't hot. I'm grateful for the walk. It was the best I had. And that was a prelude to the event that unfolded yesterday 25/11.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
For Her.
What is it about a girl that attracts me? Can anyone take a wild guess at it?
I won't leave the time frame to let you'll guess. That will most probably take ages.
I was in the LRT a couple of weeks back and encountered the most annoying sight in my eyes. There was an empty seat at KLCC station and this couple freshly squeezed from the station made their way to the seat. The boy being the more gentleman gave his seat to the girl. So she sat. Then the boy started to fondle with her face. Not in any sexual manner but if you use you're gracious imagination, you'll be able to carve out a rough picture of what actually trascended.
The boy caressed the girls cheeks and she just purred along like a well-trained "manja" cat would have no trouble executing.
"Alright, this will just be like sporadic. Ah..I'll let 'em be."
Big mistake. The boy continued to fondle her face and her hair. Oh My! Am I flabbergasted or what? The sickening act of that throughout the torturous 15-minute journey made me want to bitchslap her and say "PLEASE DON"T PRACTICE YOUR PUBLIC DISPLAYING AFFECTIONATE ACT"
And it just gets better after that. She's tired. Boy puts out hand and she makes it her pillow. And she drools or kisses it like it's a matter of life and death and that will be last thing that she'll ever get her mouth on and into. (Don't think pervertly you dirty-minded people!)
So that lasted for quite awhile now. What an exciting journey.
Back to my question, what is it about a girl that attracts me?
Humour, able to accept that I hate food wasters (because you don't know how to appreciate the essential nourishment of life) & don't waste food! , musically inclined, understanding about my schedule(gym, meetings, miscellanous stuff, etc) and most of all, A GOOD KISSER (JUST KIDDING!!!)
Looks don't really matter, it's the ability to make me smile and laugh that will smite me. I'm not choosy. It's just that some girls just don't have the knack for it and they try so hard to make it happen. I pity them. Why pressure yourself when there is someone out there who is looking for your type of character? Stay the same.
Quote a friend:
"My friends ask me, dude, what's wrong with you? We know your taste man and she ain't no way near there."
"She makes me happy. I guess that's why."
Simple right? We forsake all rules of physical attraction when we're happy with that someone.
"Love is blind. Losing its eyesight was the best thing that happened to Love."
~Author Unknown~
What is it about a girl that attracts me? Can anyone take a wild guess at it?
I won't leave the time frame to let you'll guess. That will most probably take ages.
I was in the LRT a couple of weeks back and encountered the most annoying sight in my eyes. There was an empty seat at KLCC station and this couple freshly squeezed from the station made their way to the seat. The boy being the more gentleman gave his seat to the girl. So she sat. Then the boy started to fondle with her face. Not in any sexual manner but if you use you're gracious imagination, you'll be able to carve out a rough picture of what actually trascended.
The boy caressed the girls cheeks and she just purred along like a well-trained "manja" cat would have no trouble executing.
"Alright, this will just be like sporadic. Ah..I'll let 'em be."
Big mistake. The boy continued to fondle her face and her hair. Oh My! Am I flabbergasted or what? The sickening act of that throughout the torturous 15-minute journey made me want to bitchslap her and say "PLEASE DON"T PRACTICE YOUR PUBLIC DISPLAYING AFFECTIONATE ACT"
And it just gets better after that. She's tired. Boy puts out hand and she makes it her pillow. And she drools or kisses it like it's a matter of life and death and that will be last thing that she'll ever get her mouth on and into. (Don't think pervertly you dirty-minded people!)
So that lasted for quite awhile now. What an exciting journey.
Back to my question, what is it about a girl that attracts me?
Humour, able to accept that I hate food wasters (because you don't know how to appreciate the essential nourishment of life) & don't waste food! , musically inclined, understanding about my schedule(gym, meetings, miscellanous stuff, etc) and most of all, A GOOD KISSER (JUST KIDDING!!!)
Looks don't really matter, it's the ability to make me smile and laugh that will smite me. I'm not choosy. It's just that some girls just don't have the knack for it and they try so hard to make it happen. I pity them. Why pressure yourself when there is someone out there who is looking for your type of character? Stay the same.
Quote a friend:
"My friends ask me, dude, what's wrong with you? We know your taste man and she ain't no way near there."
"She makes me happy. I guess that's why."
Simple right? We forsake all rules of physical attraction when we're happy with that someone.
"Love is blind. Losing its eyesight was the best thing that happened to Love."
~Author Unknown~
Friday, October 31, 2008
Here is something new. I've never posted a comment saying that I'll be giving my thoughts on Angel's latest entry. Hmm..
So here we go...
"Bagi peha nak betis"
Sounds familiar? Well, that's because most of us who are complacent and ingrates will understand why. We take everything for granted. I'm a hyprocrite, a big-ass time hyprocrite.
Mr H has all the things he wants but sadly and pathetically, like any poor misguided fool he believed that he could lead others astray. I'll say this for Satan himself.
"Aiyoyoyo, how can that fellow do that la? Hasn't he learnt anything from me on how to deceive people??? >.< "
First up, let me say that I'm not condemning my race(Chinese) to an eternity of dumbness. But sadly, in every community, some entity is bound to be some idiot who will just make a mess out of it.
Mr H is an exemplary candidate. Well, not that I know him personally but one thing kills him. If Mr H thinks that he can hoodwink a well-padded girl with his straightforwardness, I'm blissfully ignorant by assuming that it is his most intelluctual move. Come on, do you think girls of other sizes would be deceived so easily? IMHO, I don't think so. After all, if they're really desperate for a BF at that particular moment of time, he would have swooned them instantaneously. Hmmph.
But at some point I realised that Angel could have just bitch-slapped Mr H. Why didn't you do it? Oh wait. Because if you did you would most probably be hearing rumours about how you would have smacked his slim arse and teeny-weeny "Buddy".
Nevertheless, I'm glad to note that Angel is still alive and kicking. After all, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger right? So, that's all there is to life. You either move on, stay stagnant or descend downwards. Kudos Angel!
Remember, everyone will find their own in time.
VO Faith
So here we go...
"Bagi peha nak betis"
Sounds familiar? Well, that's because most of us who are complacent and ingrates will understand why. We take everything for granted. I'm a hyprocrite, a big-ass time hyprocrite.
Mr H has all the things he wants but sadly and pathetically, like any poor misguided fool he believed that he could lead others astray. I'll say this for Satan himself.
"Aiyoyoyo, how can that fellow do that la? Hasn't he learnt anything from me on how to deceive people??? >.< "
First up, let me say that I'm not condemning my race(Chinese) to an eternity of dumbness. But sadly, in every community, some entity is bound to be some idiot who will just make a mess out of it.
Mr H is an exemplary candidate. Well, not that I know him personally but one thing kills him. If Mr H thinks that he can hoodwink a well-padded girl with his straightforwardness, I'm blissfully ignorant by assuming that it is his most intelluctual move. Come on, do you think girls of other sizes would be deceived so easily? IMHO, I don't think so. After all, if they're really desperate for a BF at that particular moment of time, he would have swooned them instantaneously. Hmmph.
But at some point I realised that Angel could have just bitch-slapped Mr H. Why didn't you do it? Oh wait. Because if you did you would most probably be hearing rumours about how you would have smacked his slim arse and teeny-weeny "Buddy".
Nevertheless, I'm glad to note that Angel is still alive and kicking. After all, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger right? So, that's all there is to life. You either move on, stay stagnant or descend downwards. Kudos Angel!
Remember, everyone will find their own in time.
VO Faith
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Whatever happened? It seems like she must have misunderstood me. Well, I don't exactly have any idea how I am going to play this. But if she believes that nothing lasts forever, I'm going to give her something to make her believe that it will last forever.
If she is adamant, I'll just float away.
Going to play by ear now.
If she is adamant, I'll just float away.
Going to play by ear now.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Famous to Infamous?
Food Haven to Name Reformasi?
So many things just come and walk us through. When we are asked to conform to something new, the old one suddenly gathers so much hype. Why is it that some people prefer to stand by the old one and not embrace the new one? Particularly one reason could be that they understand the history of that specific, symbolic icon. Like most new generations, 4th Generation above wouldn't really be able to comprehend the impact this place has imprinted on patrons.
As we are all made aware, Jalan Alor is now being changed to Jalan Kejora.
ALOR = KEJORA( VENUS????? What the hell?)
*both still contain the alphabets AOR.
Nostalgic memories flood minds.
CITY HALL HAD EXPLAINED THAT THE STREET NAME WAS CHANGED AT THE REQUEST OF THE NATIONAL ECONOMIC ACTION COUNCIL TO MEET REQUIREMENTS UNDER THE ROAD-NAMING GUIDELINES.
Oh I've heard that one before. They want to show that we are modernising ourselves and making a symbolic Name vanish without any symbolic arguments. Hmm...Now is it just our mentality or have we started to become more foolish day by day, trading history for fame?
After all, haven't all the Bapa-bapa Malaysia been promoting "In order to move on, we must relearn history" Oh wait. They've adopted a new approach, they're relearning history with
I Simply Arrest(ISA)
Anyways, let's continue:
Take a look at all this people eating. Look at the smile on their faces. Happy happy Gobblers!
Wow. They are even promoting Premier tissue! It's like our must-have partner. You rarely see other brands of tissue at restaurants and hawkers. I think the name has them all jinxed to the brand. And they're almost in every car!
"I'm like the most endorsed brand around hawkers and restaurants!
OMG. Wee!!!! Oh wait, I forgot to say cars also. Wuahaha."
Alright, that was relatively painless. But as we can see, people don't come to Malaysia to learn about history. Other countries have longer and more colourful history. Just because we were tainted with so many wonderful Caucasian and Asian counterparts, that doesn't make us exactly the best place for history. But "Guai Low's"@Gringo's@Mat Salleh's@Celup's come to Malaysia to taste the exquisiteness of our food. Look at it in a positive eccentric way, our food variety is a little bit eccentric. You don't find this kind of variety very often outside of Malaysia.
"Eat la, don't be shy shy wan. If not, why you come Malaysia ar? Don't wolli, when you go back you sure to lose weight. Now you here you eat lot-lot la! OK!! Nah, come take some more la...Come come ar!"
Biarlah aku ditiup angin,
Aromaku yang melayang ke hujung perasaan,
Yang menusuk masuk,
Dada yang ditusuk rasa satay!
Look at these two guys, eating to their hearts content though I'm a bit unsure about the dude with the cap. Hmm..
Everyone knows Jalan Alor as the food haven. You want to spoil adventurous food people? Well, rethink the cost of reprinting Jalan Kejora. Does it really matter that much to actually change a road sign? Why must we adhere to people high above who doesn't spend time to actually see the problem at grassroot level. Do we really need them to guide us? How can we progress with these dickheads making sloppy half-assed decisions?
Also, I read in The Star yesterday saying that there is a possibility to change Kuala Lumpur to Kuala Lestari? Because Lumpur = Mud, they want to shine KL. With what? The history behind Kuala Lumpur is something all KL'ites like me will hold dear! And does it really matter to actually change the name? What's in a name that makes it so status-conscious? Does Kuala Lumpur reflect that badly on us? Lumpur?
What's in a name? Are we really that status conscious that we choose all sorts of eccentric names to make ourselves stand out? Plus, I've met some people whom I know English'ize their names.
Bakar = Burn
Latiff = Tape
Kumar = Kum - Pronounced K-a-m
(imagine if I substituted the "K" for "C", which I did :D )
Best of all, I know this one dude in uni who goes by the name Sky.
"Hey, check out the sky. It's so blardy dark lah. How to go home ar?" Bernard tells Ee Lynn.
"Hah? You called me ar?? Oh, icicici..." Sky says.
I'm astounded, profounded and dumbfounded. Why can we just let some things remain as they are?
Once again, what's in a name? And at what cost?
Food Haven to Name Reformasi?
So many things just come and walk us through. When we are asked to conform to something new, the old one suddenly gathers so much hype. Why is it that some people prefer to stand by the old one and not embrace the new one? Particularly one reason could be that they understand the history of that specific, symbolic icon. Like most new generations, 4th Generation above wouldn't really be able to comprehend the impact this place has imprinted on patrons.
As we are all made aware, Jalan Alor is now being changed to Jalan Kejora.
ALOR = KEJORA( VENUS????? What the hell?)
*both still contain the alphabets AOR.
Nostalgic memories flood minds.
CITY HALL HAD EXPLAINED THAT THE STREET NAME WAS CHANGED AT THE REQUEST OF THE NATIONAL ECONOMIC ACTION COUNCIL TO MEET REQUIREMENTS UNDER THE ROAD-NAMING GUIDELINES.
Oh I've heard that one before. They want to show that we are modernising ourselves and making a symbolic Name vanish without any symbolic arguments. Hmm...Now is it just our mentality or have we started to become more foolish day by day, trading history for fame?
After all, haven't all the Bapa-bapa Malaysia been promoting "In order to move on, we must relearn history" Oh wait. They've adopted a new approach, they're relearning history with
I Simply Arrest(ISA)
Anyways, let's continue:
Take a look at all this people eating. Look at the smile on their faces. Happy happy Gobblers!
Wow. They are even promoting Premier tissue! It's like our must-have partner. You rarely see other brands of tissue at restaurants and hawkers. I think the name has them all jinxed to the brand. And they're almost in every car!
"I'm like the most endorsed brand around hawkers and restaurants!OMG. Wee!!!! Oh wait, I forgot to say cars also. Wuahaha."
Alright, that was relatively painless. But as we can see, people don't come to Malaysia to learn about history. Other countries have longer and more colourful history. Just because we were tainted with so many wonderful Caucasian and Asian counterparts, that doesn't make us exactly the best place for history. But "Guai Low's"@Gringo's@Mat Salleh's@Celup's come to Malaysia to taste the exquisiteness of our food. Look at it in a positive eccentric way, our food variety is a little bit eccentric. You don't find this kind of variety very often outside of Malaysia.
"Eat la, don't be shy shy wan. If not, why you come Malaysia ar? Don't wolli, when you go back you sure to lose weight. Now you here you eat lot-lot la! OK!! Nah, come take some more la...Come come ar!"
Biarlah aku ditiup angin,Aromaku yang melayang ke hujung perasaan,
Yang menusuk masuk,
Dada yang ditusuk rasa satay!
Look at these two guys, eating to their hearts content though I'm a bit unsure about the dude with the cap. Hmm..Everyone knows Jalan Alor as the food haven. You want to spoil adventurous food people? Well, rethink the cost of reprinting Jalan Kejora. Does it really matter that much to actually change a road sign? Why must we adhere to people high above who doesn't spend time to actually see the problem at grassroot level. Do we really need them to guide us? How can we progress with these dickheads making sloppy half-assed decisions?
Also, I read in The Star yesterday saying that there is a possibility to change Kuala Lumpur to Kuala Lestari? Because Lumpur = Mud, they want to shine KL. With what? The history behind Kuala Lumpur is something all KL'ites like me will hold dear! And does it really matter to actually change the name? What's in a name that makes it so status-conscious? Does Kuala Lumpur reflect that badly on us? Lumpur?
What's in a name? Are we really that status conscious that we choose all sorts of eccentric names to make ourselves stand out? Plus, I've met some people whom I know English'ize their names.
Bakar = Burn
Latiff = Tape
Kumar = Kum - Pronounced K-a-m
(imagine if I substituted the "K" for "C", which I did :D )
Best of all, I know this one dude in uni who goes by the name Sky.
"Hey, check out the sky. It's so blardy dark lah. How to go home ar?" Bernard tells Ee Lynn.
"Hah? You called me ar?? Oh, icicici..." Sky says.
I'm astounded, profounded and dumbfounded. Why can we just let some things remain as they are?
Once again, what's in a name? And at what cost?
Friday, October 17, 2008
"Crystal Ball" by Keane
Who is the man I see
Where I'm supposed to be?
I lost my heart, I buried it too deep
Under the iron sea
Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball
Save us all, tell me life is beautiful
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Lines ever more unclear
Not sure I'm even here
The more I look the more I think that I'm
Starting to disappear
Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball
Save us all, tell me life is beautiful
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Oh, crystal ball, hear my song
I'm fading out, everything I know is wrong
So put me where I belong
I don't know where I am
And I don't really care
I look myself in the eye
There's no-one there
I fall upon the earth
I call upon the air
But all I get is the same old vacant stare
Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball
Save us all, tell me life is beautiful
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Oh, crystal ball, hear my song
I'm fading out, everything I know is wrong
So put me where I belong
I fell in love with Keane when they came out with Hopes and Fears. Now when they came out with Under the Iron Sea, I love them even more. They are experimenting with their sound mechanisms and it's great. One great track that I would recommend to non-Keane fans would be Crystal Ball.
Alright alright, that's enough diversion. Now, just to share a little bit.
The lyrics for this song is well written. It's very simple. How we lost ourselves and hoping for a "crystal ball" to lead us back to our paths. As we can see, the word "Crystal Ball" itself is a metaphor.
In our lives, we constantly look towards God when we are lost. Or for those Atheists, I seriously have no idea. I guess they just take a break and clear their mind of all smog and crap.
Anyways, I'm also looking for this "Crystal Ball". So secretive that I've lost everything that I was fighting for last time. All my dreams of destroying the one who brought me up has somewhat dissipated. I feel that there is no more kick to it; it's like I've been drained of my anger. Or it could be as you age you tend to let it pass by and the fire that once burned within ebbs as age catches up.
I didn't see meaning in life last time. I lived for the sole purpose of making her life hell. I was revenge embodied, I was the Devil reincarnated, I was Hell's most precious Hellhound. Imagine the havoc I wreak once I let it go now. All that anger was channeled to that sole purpose. It fed my soul with anger and now I'm burnout. As fire burns out, so did my anger.
Now, I'm just tired.
That was a diversion. Getting back on track, I've searched for the crystal ball. My crystal would bring about anger, hatred, abomination of our bodily temple and most of all Recognition and Submission from HER.
Now I couldn't find it but there was something else glittering not too far away.
I found my crystal ball. And all the while it was in front of me, swaying to my beat. Or going all insane and uncontrollable. My guitar. I write songs on it, share my anger and passion with it, dream of dreams that can never come true. My guitar is akin to a girl's teddy bear except the fact that I don't hug it snugly to ensure that my guitar stays intact for me.
But then, Keane's crystal ball is like a guiding light to the right path. I'm invested so much time in my guitar that now itself I cannot remember the part on which I became who I am today. So, I look for meaning whenever I write songs now. Not expressions of love and "I Love You"
There is more to to life. That is why we all are searching for a crystal ball to help us look into the future but the simple fact is that there is no need for a Crystal Ball. It'll be fogged up and you can only see smudges of our handprints clouding the image.
I don't know where I am
And I don't really care
I look myself in the eye
There's no-one there
I fall upon the earth
I call upon the air
But all I get is the same old vacant stare
Under the Iron Sea,
Keane, 2007
Monday, October 13, 2008
I'm attempting to write an autobiography after more than 15 years.
I am Mother Nature
I watch over the land, sea and most importantly, Earth. Throughout time, I have had watched as those who were left in charge started to grow. As they grew, those under my care started to disappear slowly.
My nephews, nieces and grandchildren were being slaughtered. I mourned, day and night I sat above and cried. Yet will all those tears, I felt that the humans were starting to behave in a unbelievable manner. They were illegally tearing them down, without remorse. How could I just sit above and plead with them? Isn't my tears enough for them to know how much it hurts to see loved being massacred?
Humans really hold little respect for my offspring.
I needed to remain patient as it was always practised last time. Patience is a virtue and good things will come to those who wait. So I waited. And waited. Years gone by and yet no sign emerged that they would start to change their ways. Still I kept on hoping till one shiny day, a tiny group of rebels appeared and started to challenge the dominant humans to help save Mother Nature. Wow. I was touched and aggravated at the same time. Aren't they supposed to be democratic humans? Something triggered my mind. All aspects of life have two sides. To balance the scales; light must be complimented with the dark. Any formation or government will have an opposition team watching over.
But as any minority has been tied and strangled, this rebellious movement didn't have the luxury to escape the guillotine. They were executed but their children supported their movement and it began to grow. After watching them grow for a few years now, I see that humans all have one common factor. Endurance. No matter what we throw at them, they will always bounce back higher with better techniques and increased brainpower.
I decided to upgrade myself too but then I soon realised that it is foolhardy and folly to rise against this unstoppable wave of endurance. They persisted with much determination and gusto that I was beginning to dread the moment I foresaw a long time ago.
Global Warming. I needed something that could help me stem the rising waves.
The Rebel Movement grew, they started to have a following of almost a few million faithfuls. It's nice to see someone standing beside you fighting to save the most precious gift from me. My offspring.
Two Centuries down the years and still nothing much has changed. Humans have taken up a new hobby. Illegal logging. The wars that they waged upon each other were necessary to have abominable amount of lumber to assist one faction to defeat the other. All they succeeded in doing was tearing my children apart. My heart ached to see my children uprooted from where they were. All that was left of my home was blood-stained barren lands. The lands my children were born upon were immortalised with a baptism of blood. Their life stories were forgotten as many whose lives have been destroyed.
Still I kept my patience. Though my anger grew with each passing moment, I still delivered minor reminders to keep them in check. Whenever they received my punishment, the human's unbreakable spirit and ability to unite themselves irregardless of culture, character or status were just fascinating. How could they not feel the pain as I had to sacrifice some of my children as collateral damage? Do they know the pain? No they didn't. They felt it was not their problem. They had more of their own problems. I on the other hand felt like killing them and wiping them all with one gigantic wave that can swallow the Earth in one big SLURP.
When I unleashed my favourite pet(His name was Tsunami) on Christmas Day in 2004, I told Tsunami that this is my first of many warnings to come. Suffering numerous casualties, I felt my message had been delivered with utmost effect. Once again, they stood together and till now I'm wondering what spirit or zest do they possess that allows them to bind evermore closely.
That kept them in check for a while. After a period of time, they were back as usual to business. Illegal murdering of my children.
Presently, they're now planning to destroy my holiday getaway which is the Artic Ocean. And when they finally destroy that, I won't spent a moment's hesitation to drown you all in the pain and suffering that I have endured from Day 1. Not even God will stand by you then because He too is suffering, watching this wretched world bring about itself to destruction.
But He and I had a discussion. The Rebel Movement was gaining momentum. I decided to put Armageddon on hold as they might prove to be useful in turning the tide in my favour.
I'll just wait and see.
I am Mother Nature
I watch over the land, sea and most importantly, Earth. Throughout time, I have had watched as those who were left in charge started to grow. As they grew, those under my care started to disappear slowly.
My nephews, nieces and grandchildren were being slaughtered. I mourned, day and night I sat above and cried. Yet will all those tears, I felt that the humans were starting to behave in a unbelievable manner. They were illegally tearing them down, without remorse. How could I just sit above and plead with them? Isn't my tears enough for them to know how much it hurts to see loved being massacred?
Humans really hold little respect for my offspring.
I needed to remain patient as it was always practised last time. Patience is a virtue and good things will come to those who wait. So I waited. And waited. Years gone by and yet no sign emerged that they would start to change their ways. Still I kept on hoping till one shiny day, a tiny group of rebels appeared and started to challenge the dominant humans to help save Mother Nature. Wow. I was touched and aggravated at the same time. Aren't they supposed to be democratic humans? Something triggered my mind. All aspects of life have two sides. To balance the scales; light must be complimented with the dark. Any formation or government will have an opposition team watching over.
But as any minority has been tied and strangled, this rebellious movement didn't have the luxury to escape the guillotine. They were executed but their children supported their movement and it began to grow. After watching them grow for a few years now, I see that humans all have one common factor. Endurance. No matter what we throw at them, they will always bounce back higher with better techniques and increased brainpower.
I decided to upgrade myself too but then I soon realised that it is foolhardy and folly to rise against this unstoppable wave of endurance. They persisted with much determination and gusto that I was beginning to dread the moment I foresaw a long time ago.
Global Warming. I needed something that could help me stem the rising waves.
The Rebel Movement grew, they started to have a following of almost a few million faithfuls. It's nice to see someone standing beside you fighting to save the most precious gift from me. My offspring.
Two Centuries down the years and still nothing much has changed. Humans have taken up a new hobby. Illegal logging. The wars that they waged upon each other were necessary to have abominable amount of lumber to assist one faction to defeat the other. All they succeeded in doing was tearing my children apart. My heart ached to see my children uprooted from where they were. All that was left of my home was blood-stained barren lands. The lands my children were born upon were immortalised with a baptism of blood. Their life stories were forgotten as many whose lives have been destroyed.
Still I kept my patience. Though my anger grew with each passing moment, I still delivered minor reminders to keep them in check. Whenever they received my punishment, the human's unbreakable spirit and ability to unite themselves irregardless of culture, character or status were just fascinating. How could they not feel the pain as I had to sacrifice some of my children as collateral damage? Do they know the pain? No they didn't. They felt it was not their problem. They had more of their own problems. I on the other hand felt like killing them and wiping them all with one gigantic wave that can swallow the Earth in one big SLURP.
When I unleashed my favourite pet(His name was Tsunami) on Christmas Day in 2004, I told Tsunami that this is my first of many warnings to come. Suffering numerous casualties, I felt my message had been delivered with utmost effect. Once again, they stood together and till now I'm wondering what spirit or zest do they possess that allows them to bind evermore closely.
That kept them in check for a while. After a period of time, they were back as usual to business. Illegal murdering of my children.
Presently, they're now planning to destroy my holiday getaway which is the Artic Ocean. And when they finally destroy that, I won't spent a moment's hesitation to drown you all in the pain and suffering that I have endured from Day 1. Not even God will stand by you then because He too is suffering, watching this wretched world bring about itself to destruction.
But He and I had a discussion. The Rebel Movement was gaining momentum. I decided to put Armageddon on hold as they might prove to be useful in turning the tide in my favour.
I'll just wait and see.
Cloth n Clef
Had a great time with an excellent crowd. I wished I had performed more songs but still I couldn't demand more as I was slotted for the open mic, not the billed acts :D
Well, I performed two songs. Amanda and Eunice were with me. Thanks gals! The setting was nice, wished I had a bloody camera. I'm investing in a new camera as soon as my salary comes in. Can't wait because it's so hard to capture words.
"A picture paints a thousand words"
See how much hassle it can save me? :D
Anyway, I'm looking out for more gigs. Then at least I'll garner experience.
The other "open mikers" (as quoted by Reza Salleh) and billed acts played well too. I learned some new stuff from them. Like how to sing better and write better lyrics etc.
All of them played well, after all we're all on the same boat right? So we're all equal!
Had a great time with an excellent crowd. I wished I had performed more songs but still I couldn't demand more as I was slotted for the open mic, not the billed acts :D
Well, I performed two songs. Amanda and Eunice were with me. Thanks gals! The setting was nice, wished I had a bloody camera. I'm investing in a new camera as soon as my salary comes in. Can't wait because it's so hard to capture words.
"A picture paints a thousand words"
See how much hassle it can save me? :D
Anyway, I'm looking out for more gigs. Then at least I'll garner experience.
The other "open mikers" (as quoted by Reza Salleh) and billed acts played well too. I learned some new stuff from them. Like how to sing better and write better lyrics etc.
All of them played well, after all we're all on the same boat right? So we're all equal!
Friday, October 10, 2008
Dear All,
I apologise for not putting up the directions firstly.
Let me first remind you that this an open mic session which means I'll have to go to the venue and register first. My slot will be unknown depending on the number of performers. It's ok if anyone cannot make it, I understand. Please, don't force yourself ok?
Directions to Changkat, Raja Chulan:
It's all verbal with no map.
IF your meeting point is at The Weld, go until AmBank is on your left, then take the turning with the sign saying Changkat. Go straight until the end then follow left.
You should see many shoplots there and keep on going straight.
Cloth n Clef is on your left hand side. It's quite close by so you have to go slowly if not you're sure to miss it. It's a small place, white in colour.
Hope to see you all there. If you all need further clarifications, give me a call or sms k? Love you all lots and thanks for the support!
Regards,
Visage of Faith @ Bernard
I apologise for not putting up the directions firstly.
Let me first remind you that this an open mic session which means I'll have to go to the venue and register first. My slot will be unknown depending on the number of performers. It's ok if anyone cannot make it, I understand. Please, don't force yourself ok?
Directions to Changkat, Raja Chulan:
It's all verbal with no map.
IF your meeting point is at The Weld, go until AmBank is on your left, then take the turning with the sign saying Changkat. Go straight until the end then follow left.
You should see many shoplots there and keep on going straight.
Cloth n Clef is on your left hand side. It's quite close by so you have to go slowly if not you're sure to miss it. It's a small place, white in colour.
Hope to see you all there. If you all need further clarifications, give me a call or sms k? Love you all lots and thanks for the support!
Regards,
Visage of Faith @ Bernard
Monday, October 06, 2008
Pretenders: I wish I knew what they are actually
When you put on a mask for the whole of your lifetime, you realise people don’t want to see any other façade other than the one you’ve worn throughout. When you’re all of a sudden a different layer, people turn away and start wondering “What ever happened to him?”
Those who don’t know will always have that notion that what they see is what they get. Or else they will depend on what others say to strengthen their perception. Crude, just so crude.
I might lead a very pretended life. You may say you’re my friend and have known me for many years. But in fact, what you have just graced is just the iceberg. So don’t blame me if I say that you don’t even know a fraction of who I am.
I was just reminded last Wednesday (1st October) that no one really knows me, not even my brother. I don’t think so I have ever blown my top publicly. Even my mom doesn’t know hell of what is going on. I blew my top to my brother when he made some very unfair allegations. All sorts of names were spitted from my mouth right into the very pinnacle of his soul. I gave him everything that was running through my heart, the anger, the frustration, seething fury.
Coursing my veins were the pleasures of anger but remotely, I felt that it was useless at that point. After all, stimulants are just temporary. If we were to run on the all the time, we would be exhausted and drained. And so my anger faded. Throughout the next few days, it keep annoying me to apologise to him. I held back myself and brainwashed myself saying he should apologise to me first. After all, who asked you to compare me with useless and futile characters? I might not be most useful and obedient but at least I know when to toe the line.
Even I myself wonder, which part of me do I want to show others? The pervert within? The angel? The friend who always crack lame-ass jokes just to make sure others smile? Which one?
“It takes a liar to know another liar”
Do you know who is who and what they are underneath? I don’t think I do. Because people are so good at masking themselves. I’m still learning the ropes. It’s such a tedious process.
The reward for conformity was that everyone liked you except yourself. ~Rita Mae Brown, Venus Envy
Thursday, September 25, 2008
I'm going to SLAUGHTER THAT BASTARD!
Don't ask. For those who keep abreast with the news, you'll understand my anger. I have purposely refrained from talking politics in my blog here but this is it. Only this once.
Note: To all who wish to refrain from reading explicit language material please don't continue :D
The material, language and terms here do not reflect my anger towards my Malay friends; it merely reflects the anger I have for that "dungu"
And so it begins...
Firstly he calls us squatters. Now he's telling us not be American Jews.
And they suspended him 3 fucking years?? Oh God, is UMNO really as stupid as we thought they were since before?
This sort of people should be ISA'ed. But unfortunately because he is "Nata", they classified his treatment as "stern". Wow. I'm HAPPY! YAY!
This guy is seriously looking for trouble; I would liken him to the Joker but that would be making a mockery to the late Heath Ledger. He's just another dumb fucking MP who doesn't know shit of what he's talking about.
- You arrest Raja Petra because his articles contain content that can incite tension among
Malays.
- You suspend Ahmad Ismail for making racist remarks.
= I just love the contradiction.
As I've always believed, the people of Malaysia work hard to achieve what they were given. You can tell apart the hardworking ones and the lazy ones. Those people earn their stripes. These obnoxious, brainless assholes have no blaardy idea what they're talking about. Don't they know that saying such racist statements in a multi-racial country can harm the economic and morale? Do they know? Well, I guess then the "Kampung" mentality will never break open.
This just shows the unfair treatment that the other races have been subjected too. We have been marginalised in the education line, every aspect you can think of! We have to fight and fight. That will get us to jail because we cannot fight for our own race. We need Malays with that level and conscience to wage war for us. But how much can they do? It's like you're asking a worker ant to fight a soldier ant.
We have fought so hard to earn our education. Our parents know the toil and suffering that they had to go through to ensure we had our rice everyday. And yet, the Government spoon feeds them day and night. What about the rest? How about those really in need and not those who are waiting for their daily scoop of poop from the Gov?
Tunku did not go all the way to get Merdeka for the Malays only. He wanted all races, everyone to enjoy the benefit of Merdeka! How did we ever produced such monstrosities? Or more likely, where the fuck did this retard appear from?
Power crazy? Goodness, I wish I was power crazy because then I would throw that sonovabitch into Kamunting! He's really going to get waxed one day because he's making a hasty generalisation. A very hasty one. You cannot compare us with American Jews. We're incomparable. If we had wanted to control "your" economy, we would have done it a long long time ago. We don't think twice.
Racist POV: Yes, the Chinese are the ones that helped propelled the country's economic! Thank the British for segegrating us into 3 distinct departments. We propelled it! The Brits saw our potential! A big hearty 'ale to me mates!
Non-Racist: Everyone played a part in bringing the economy up. Just so happen that an ingrate was born into Malaysia.
We have harmony and racial unity and supreme understanding. That is what is most precious to us. That will be the one ring that will bind all races together.
There's so much more that can be written. I'm planning to seal it down and open it during mamak sessions with people I know who won't squel.
After all, Why So Serious?
Don't ask. For those who keep abreast with the news, you'll understand my anger. I have purposely refrained from talking politics in my blog here but this is it. Only this once.
Note: To all who wish to refrain from reading explicit language material please don't continue :D
The material, language and terms here do not reflect my anger towards my Malay friends; it merely reflects the anger I have for that "dungu"
And so it begins...
Firstly he calls us squatters. Now he's telling us not be American Jews.
And they suspended him 3 fucking years?? Oh God, is UMNO really as stupid as we thought they were since before?
This sort of people should be ISA'ed. But unfortunately because he is "Nata", they classified his treatment as "stern". Wow. I'm HAPPY! YAY!
This guy is seriously looking for trouble; I would liken him to the Joker but that would be making a mockery to the late Heath Ledger. He's just another dumb fucking MP who doesn't know shit of what he's talking about.
- You arrest Raja Petra because his articles contain content that can incite tension among
Malays.
- You suspend Ahmad Ismail for making racist remarks.
= I just love the contradiction.
As I've always believed, the people of Malaysia work hard to achieve what they were given. You can tell apart the hardworking ones and the lazy ones. Those people earn their stripes. These obnoxious, brainless assholes have no blaardy idea what they're talking about. Don't they know that saying such racist statements in a multi-racial country can harm the economic and morale? Do they know? Well, I guess then the "Kampung" mentality will never break open.
This just shows the unfair treatment that the other races have been subjected too. We have been marginalised in the education line, every aspect you can think of! We have to fight and fight. That will get us to jail because we cannot fight for our own race. We need Malays with that level and conscience to wage war for us. But how much can they do? It's like you're asking a worker ant to fight a soldier ant.
We have fought so hard to earn our education. Our parents know the toil and suffering that they had to go through to ensure we had our rice everyday. And yet, the Government spoon feeds them day and night. What about the rest? How about those really in need and not those who are waiting for their daily scoop of poop from the Gov?
Tunku did not go all the way to get Merdeka for the Malays only. He wanted all races, everyone to enjoy the benefit of Merdeka! How did we ever produced such monstrosities? Or more likely, where the fuck did this retard appear from?
Power crazy? Goodness, I wish I was power crazy because then I would throw that sonovabitch into Kamunting! He's really going to get waxed one day because he's making a hasty generalisation. A very hasty one. You cannot compare us with American Jews. We're incomparable. If we had wanted to control "your" economy, we would have done it a long long time ago. We don't think twice.
Racist POV: Yes, the Chinese are the ones that helped propelled the country's economic! Thank the British for segegrating us into 3 distinct departments. We propelled it! The Brits saw our potential! A big hearty 'ale to me mates!
Non-Racist: Everyone played a part in bringing the economy up. Just so happen that an ingrate was born into Malaysia.
We have harmony and racial unity and supreme understanding. That is what is most precious to us. That will be the one ring that will bind all races together.
There's so much more that can be written. I'm planning to seal it down and open it during mamak sessions with people I know who won't squel.
After all, Why So Serious?
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Deceiving Our Eyes with Tunnel Vision
I was always an arrogant S.O.B.
I never did believe that anyone could beat me in Public Speaking. Though literally I knew they could, I always believed and held the upper hand that I could dethrone them.
Today I was humbled. I now know that our arrogance will lead to our downfall. I fell. Not hard but enough to feel alive with the stinging sensation coursing through my soul.
Sometimes we think we know best. Does it always start that way? I know mine does.
Anyway, this is just a rambling post. I'm going to seal it as I don't see a point to press on.
I've learnt mine. Have you learnt yours?
I was always an arrogant S.O.B.
I never did believe that anyone could beat me in Public Speaking. Though literally I knew they could, I always believed and held the upper hand that I could dethrone them.
Today I was humbled. I now know that our arrogance will lead to our downfall. I fell. Not hard but enough to feel alive with the stinging sensation coursing through my soul.
Sometimes we think we know best. Does it always start that way? I know mine does.
Anyway, this is just a rambling post. I'm going to seal it as I don't see a point to press on.
I've learnt mine. Have you learnt yours?
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Trading flesh for space.
One word. Violation. Violated.
Below reflects the thousands dependent.
Morning time(7.20-830) and evening time(6-7.15) will see migration at its peak. Being one of the dependent ones, I faced many trials and tribulations. Could I voice out? No. Could I halt their progress? No. I'm trapped within the strict confines of the boxed in train. We all squeeze and push, sweat and grumble. Anyone intending to say we're to whiny?
For those of you still new to the system, I recommend an introduction by boarding the train at the times stated above, Monday to Friday. Give it a go, it won't hurt to try.
Our pleas for better transportation ha fallen on deaf ears. Worse still is that although the petrol price has decreased by 15cents, the scenario is still bad on our life. Food hasn't gone down and the LRT is decaying. People now emphasise public transport. Hey, can't you lot do us a favour and stay away from the train! As it is with the current batch prior to the price hike, we're struggling. Now you add a mammoth of people. Wonderfully brilliant isn't it?
Now is the time when technology will overtake humankind's position at the rudder. Like WALL-E, the Captain was controlled by Auto. As dependent he was on his mobile comforter, he has lost bone mass or shall I say crippled?
Now putting WALL-E into perspective, technology controls our lives. When it breaks, we're all stranded. Insufficient bone mass reduces our movement greatly.
By removing our bone mass, we're moderately crippled.
I stand strong beside my answer!
Having boarded the LRT for a long long time, I've seen my fair share of the breakdowns that have cost me some costly decisions. Everyone can agree, we're all packed and compressed. As WALL-E compresses trash inside his "metal" tummy, LRT passengers feel the same tension and pressure and we can imagine WALL-E's face when he's performing the compression. Best of all, that impression is imprinted on all those boarding the LRT.
Of course, every compression has air pockets. So, with a perfect cloud to cover movement, predators risk opportunities to satiate their need. It's been highlighted before and day after day, we are forced to endure the clammy and grimy hands snaking up and down that echoes their lustful desires.
Oh yeah, I haven't arrived at the best part yet. Morning trains are packed. So we're forced to wait like for 3-4 trains or even more before we can even step foot inside to begin trading for the day. And that is bad for business.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Farewell to mediocrity
Ask any foreign worker(cleaners especially) whether they lament about the shitty schedule they're in. They don't.
"You hari-hari kerja ar?"
"Yes boss, hari-hari."
"Yes boss, hari-hari."
"You takde cuti hari?"
"Ya."
"Wah... manya susah hor.."
"Sikit-sikit la boss; ada letih juga."
Ask any foreign worker(cleaners especially) whether they lament about the shitty schedule they're in. They don't.
Not surprised. Many of us have relinquished the true meaning of "working our asses off!" I have seen the lion's share of people suffering. When you work with big companies, you'll realize that the most important figures are not the big tycoons. It's the small fries that we rely upon the most.
For example, Maxis Communications Sdn Bhd.
For example, Maxis Communications Sdn Bhd.
The branch at KLCC is akin to hell. People pour in non-stop like hordes of bacteria airborne waiting to swarm and engulf the enemy.
As you all know, KLCC is accessible from the LRT, the park, Twin Towers and the main entrance. People = *not - so clean shoes*
They mop and mop, sweep and sweep. Nothing else but these two same routines everyday. And we complain our jobs are strenous.
I had the golden oppurtunity to meet up with them last time during my stint at Maxis KLCC. They were very down to earth people who shared with you things you never imagine. They shared with me their lunch once when I was busy and no time to go lunch. Can you imagine that? My colleagues were too busy eating lunch, so I was manning the booth. I couldn't simply bring myself not to cry man, that was like super touching.
Whenever you feel like complaining about your job, remember this. No annual leaves except for unpaid leave. To support their family back overseas, they are willing to slog and break every part of themselves to ensure monthly revenues are sent back to their place.
Smile for them, smile for their hard work.
Today, give a stranger one of your smiles. It might be the only sunshine he sees all day. ~Quoted in P.S. I Love You, compiled by H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Mentality Issues? I think not.
Of course we all complain about life and all its flawed fragments.
I especially hate the mentality that people have when taking the LRT. Especially at Wangsa Maju when you're coming from PJ side. They are like so lost and motionless when the door opens. Firstly, when it opens the passengers are all like stoned and they walk emotionless towards the door.
As soon as the ringing chime sounds, they're all suddenly jolted awake and rush to the door. It's like they're being chased by hellhounds or something akin to that.
I had the privillege of experiencing missing the train because of these people. They don't bother about coming out quickly enough for others to board the train. Thanks to these "type", I watched two trains pass me by. When the third train came, I barged in. I couldn't be bothered as there was no room for mercy. People had to be taught a lesson.
You're taking your own sweet time coming out while I have to stand by the door and you mindless morons stroll your way out.
Everybody's tired. Everybody's dying to get out of the morning rush where it's so stuffy, etc. So why not maintain the same attitude?
Of course we all complain about life and all its flawed fragments.
I especially hate the mentality that people have when taking the LRT. Especially at Wangsa Maju when you're coming from PJ side. They are like so lost and motionless when the door opens. Firstly, when it opens the passengers are all like stoned and they walk emotionless towards the door.
As soon as the ringing chime sounds, they're all suddenly jolted awake and rush to the door. It's like they're being chased by hellhounds or something akin to that.
I had the privillege of experiencing missing the train because of these people. They don't bother about coming out quickly enough for others to board the train. Thanks to these "type", I watched two trains pass me by. When the third train came, I barged in. I couldn't be bothered as there was no room for mercy. People had to be taught a lesson.
You're taking your own sweet time coming out while I have to stand by the door and you mindless morons stroll your way out.
Everybody's tired. Everybody's dying to get out of the morning rush where it's so stuffy, etc. So why not maintain the same attitude?
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
What defines a Christian?
What does one have in mind when we say "I'm a Christian"
Lunch time is always the best time to have a chat. Personally, I like spending time talking about issues that plague our stream of thoughts.
Baptism is a symbolic act. For what? Many have questioned. Still, there was a thought that lingers with me. When we say that religion is man made, have we ever contemplated? Catholics for example, we make the sign of the cross when we enter church. All these acts are done by docile followers and disciples.
But never mind the above. This has boggled me since lunch. Catholics have different saints to pray to when in times of need.
Eg: St Jude, Patron Saint of Hopeless Cases.
Why St Jude? A colleague of mine questioned. He said why do we have to pray to certain saints and not God directly? That is where other Christian Denominations have been elbowing us. They don't see a point as to why us Catholics pray to Mother Mary or other saints. My colleague commented that this is where it shows that God is the last resort for all our cases. It is like God has delegated certain aspects of life to certain people to handle.
Now that has gotten me wondering God's omnipresence.
I shall not be shaken. There no need for me to be shaken. I have faith and I will stand by it till the end. God helps only if we help ourselves.
"It was I who carried you when it was most darkest"
What does one have in mind when we say "I'm a Christian"
Lunch time is always the best time to have a chat. Personally, I like spending time talking about issues that plague our stream of thoughts.
Baptism is a symbolic act. For what? Many have questioned. Still, there was a thought that lingers with me. When we say that religion is man made, have we ever contemplated? Catholics for example, we make the sign of the cross when we enter church. All these acts are done by docile followers and disciples.
But never mind the above. This has boggled me since lunch. Catholics have different saints to pray to when in times of need.
Eg: St Jude, Patron Saint of Hopeless Cases.
Why St Jude? A colleague of mine questioned. He said why do we have to pray to certain saints and not God directly? That is where other Christian Denominations have been elbowing us. They don't see a point as to why us Catholics pray to Mother Mary or other saints. My colleague commented that this is where it shows that God is the last resort for all our cases. It is like God has delegated certain aspects of life to certain people to handle.
Now that has gotten me wondering God's omnipresence.
I shall not be shaken. There no need for me to be shaken. I have faith and I will stand by it till the end. God helps only if we help ourselves.
"It was I who carried you when it was most darkest"
Saturday, August 09, 2008
I know I haven’t updated in a very long time. Goodness knows how many people actually come and read what I’ve posted here.
Good news.
I’ve left my Telemarketing job with AIA last Thursday 7/8/2008 at 5.30 pm. Saying goodbyes and all that nonsense really made me feel sad and happy at the same time. Part and parcel of life they say.
Come forth child, the advertising world looms and beckons.
A bit exaggerated but coming Monday 11/8/2008, I’ll be henceforth known as a copywriter. So I finally got a job that I feel suitable. Yeah!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
It’s a wild world that we all live in. Living in this crazy life can definitely kill anyone.
I came out with this conclusion in mind when talking to a friend.
God knows our destination and how we are destined to reach there. Whether we reach there in one piece or two, it all depends. Listen then all who hunger for the gentle of Hand of God to kindly lead the way. God wants to save all souls; it’s stated in the Bible. The road is never straight; filled with turns at every corner and junction, it can occur to no surprise that we constantly get lost. Prevention is better than cure; therefore God places little markers on the road that we are bound to journey upon. These little markers are angels who have been sent to help us along the road. After all, God has seen the path that we’re about to endeavor. Why not help us with markers? But of course, the markers are not like obvious. A certain need arises from bellow our hearts to actually discern whether or not to follow the marker.
We’re all bound to reach our destination. In what condition is entirely up to us. Broken or empty, let our decisions have the final say.
P/s: For those wishing for Charlie’s Angels (Drew Barrymore, Lucy Liu & Cameron Diaz), dream on!
I came out with this conclusion in mind when talking to a friend.
God knows our destination and how we are destined to reach there. Whether we reach there in one piece or two, it all depends. Listen then all who hunger for the gentle of Hand of God to kindly lead the way. God wants to save all souls; it’s stated in the Bible. The road is never straight; filled with turns at every corner and junction, it can occur to no surprise that we constantly get lost. Prevention is better than cure; therefore God places little markers on the road that we are bound to journey upon. These little markers are angels who have been sent to help us along the road. After all, God has seen the path that we’re about to endeavor. Why not help us with markers? But of course, the markers are not like obvious. A certain need arises from bellow our hearts to actually discern whether or not to follow the marker.
We’re all bound to reach our destination. In what condition is entirely up to us. Broken or empty, let our decisions have the final say.
P/s: For those wishing for Charlie’s Angels (Drew Barrymore, Lucy Liu & Cameron Diaz), dream on!
What do we do? Fight or surrender? Constantly caught in the web of disaster, we have learnt the uncanny knack to seek and master another exit. We’re caught in this mindset that everything we do will always go according to plan. So why is it that some of us still mess our plans? We don’t want to blame it on ourselves; we say that we followed the plan flawlessly. And yet, still it all goes wrong. Is it human to push it to others?
Why we never learn? Why do people tell us “Why do you have to lie? Why? Why?” That’s when we all learn to fortify our fortress within. No more breaking through because it really hurts to actually allow it to enter within our own sacred domain. Truth hurts.
Lying is a drug. Once addicted, it requires cold turkey to help end it. Like the famous Malay adage “Sikit-sikit lama jadi bukit”, literally means a little goes a long way. One microscopically small lie evolves into a plague. Some of us feel better when we live a lie. Though we know it’s fake, we are happy because in a way we feel truth hurts whilst lying is blissful.
“We had a lot of fun, though we knew we were faking,”
“Love was not impressed with our connection built on lies”
Adapted from Luther Vandross’s “I”d rather”
Everyone has had their lion’s share. None spared, so if you think that you’re spared I would be the first to brand you a hypocrite.
A friend of mine once told me, life is short and everyone here is placed on earth at any point of the axis is for a specific reason. After all, little angels are here to assist us.
Why we never learn? Why do people tell us “Why do you have to lie? Why? Why?” That’s when we all learn to fortify our fortress within. No more breaking through because it really hurts to actually allow it to enter within our own sacred domain. Truth hurts.
Lying is a drug. Once addicted, it requires cold turkey to help end it. Like the famous Malay adage “Sikit-sikit lama jadi bukit”, literally means a little goes a long way. One microscopically small lie evolves into a plague. Some of us feel better when we live a lie. Though we know it’s fake, we are happy because in a way we feel truth hurts whilst lying is blissful.
“We had a lot of fun, though we knew we were faking,”
“Love was not impressed with our connection built on lies”
Adapted from Luther Vandross’s “I”d rather”
Everyone has had their lion’s share. None spared, so if you think that you’re spared I would be the first to brand you a hypocrite.
A friend of mine once told me, life is short and everyone here is placed on earth at any point of the axis is for a specific reason. After all, little angels are here to assist us.
Voting Day. How it all happened
p/s : The event below takes place on 8th March 2008 at 7.35am.
I woke up to the sound of Everything by Michael Buble at 7.35 am. That was my ring tone. My dad called me to open the door and proclaimed that he was outside minus the blaring trumpets that only pompous people will use.
I was still in my pajamas when I answered and true enough, I still didn’t get up to the alarm that I set at 7.30 am. Well, life goes on. Moving on, I washed up. Got into a tracksuit and I was geared to go.
My dad and I left the house at 7.48 am and we started trekking the dangerous and hazardous road that lay ahead of us. Of course there weren’t many cars on the road as many people were busy snoring their asses off since it being a Saturday. Who on earth would want to wake up so bloody early to go and vote and relinquish the comfort of our beds? After all, yesterday was a Friday and Friday nights meant clubbing and drinking for clubbers. For others, it was just another day to chill at the local mamak stall and sip tea and watch wrestling (WWE) on Astro® late into the night.
So we walked and walked and crossed many dangerous rivers that were swimming with high-speed piranhas ready to lock their tight jaws. There was also something weird I noticed; these piranhas had four wheels and made noises engine ‘like noises. :D
So, after much treading and waddling, we finally reached the polling station. As we entered the arena, two heavyweights were side by side. The left side was keADILan and on the right was BN. There weren’t many staff there except for a few handling the booth. Outside the school, the gates were closed and there were police personnel standing by the gate. When we went to line up, I estimated about maybe 10-15 people in front of me. Some were in their exercise attire and some looked like they just came back from the salon with heavily dabbed make-up on their puffy cheeks. They don’t even know how funny they look with that amount of “clowny” make-up. Haha. I couldn’t help but smirk to myself.
The gates then opened and we swarmed in. Everyone just lost it. No one bothered to adhere to the line and everything just ran amok. We’re Malaysians remember? So then my dad asked me what my “saluran” was. I checked and it said 5. So we asked a police personnel standing there and he directed me to the building on my right on the first floor. My dad went to Saluran 2 which was just as we enter. So I treaded alone like a maniac, running when there was no need to. I overtook a lady in blue and grinned. I reached the stairs then there were some people that I suppose were helping out the SPR. Best part was they wore bright, gaudy yellow. Eww, it really did kill my mood for the day. Or maybe they were trying to catch the morning sun drift.
So I hiked the stairs up and started looking around. I saw Saluran 3 + 4 but no 5. Pretty disappointed. Then this dude appeared in front carrying some files. I asked him and he said follow him. So I did. We went up and up and saw nothing. Topmost still nothing. Only then when we went down one floor I saw Saluran 5. It was at the far end of the first floor. I did it! I thanked the guy and boy I really wanted to kick his ass!
So I sped up; passing people line up at Saluran 3. Up ahead, I saw three obedient voters lining up. First up was this Chinese guy, a little skinny, second in line was this Malay lady in her 30’s and directly in front of me was a Malay guy. After I fell in line, three voters suddenly appeared behind me. Two Chinese girls and a Chinese boy. There was a police personnel stationed there, his name was Kadir. Nice dude but spoke with a deep bass as though we were all prisoners. Then it started; the culling started. The first Chinese guy went in and gave his IC to the SPR committee stationed at the table. They comprised of three Malay ladies in 3 different coloured headscarves. Blue, purple and yellow. The lady in blue called his serial number, IC number and name aloud. Within that quiet atmosphere her voice boomed like a cheap exzos pipe. So he moved on and cast his vote in. Done.
Second came and went and next was Third. Then my turn came. I was shivering. Kadir told me “masuk” with that deep bass and without any eye contact. I obeyed and gave the SPR committee my relevant items like IC. She used a ruler and skimmed my name. When she found it, she boomed my name. She stuttered at my last name, Tzong. Unsure of how to pronounce and not wanting to offend me, she attempted and got it right the second time. Kudos Kak! Once done, she motioned to the lady in the purple and simultaneously tore a slip akin to a lottery ticket and gave it to me. It was dull orange. So I graciously took it and said my thanks. Moving on to the next booth, I bent low so as not to allow them to peek at me. On the ticket it was imprinted the candidate’s names, party logo and an empty box at the end. I took the pencil there and made an X. I was a nervous wreck and my X was small. Damn. Want to redo but shy. What if they catch me for playing a fool? So many thoughts swirling my mind. So I just went on. Once done, I cast my vote (my first vote!!!!woo hoo!!!) into the ballot box. Then shit happened. Instead of exiting the real exit, I exited the way I came in.
I was locked in an eye battle with the floor when I left. I saw nothing until I came to the entrance. No one said anything but Kadir looked up and he was shocked. I just turned heel and walked away. Phew…
So, the adrenaline was still pumping and I was short of breath. Why? I have not the slightest idea. With that done, I went home feeling like the wisest man.
PLEASE FOLLOW THE GUIDELINES WHEN VOTING. EXIT WHERE YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO.
:D
p/s : The event below takes place on 8th March 2008 at 7.35am.
I woke up to the sound of Everything by Michael Buble at 7.35 am. That was my ring tone. My dad called me to open the door and proclaimed that he was outside minus the blaring trumpets that only pompous people will use.
I was still in my pajamas when I answered and true enough, I still didn’t get up to the alarm that I set at 7.30 am. Well, life goes on. Moving on, I washed up. Got into a tracksuit and I was geared to go.
My dad and I left the house at 7.48 am and we started trekking the dangerous and hazardous road that lay ahead of us. Of course there weren’t many cars on the road as many people were busy snoring their asses off since it being a Saturday. Who on earth would want to wake up so bloody early to go and vote and relinquish the comfort of our beds? After all, yesterday was a Friday and Friday nights meant clubbing and drinking for clubbers. For others, it was just another day to chill at the local mamak stall and sip tea and watch wrestling (WWE) on Astro® late into the night.
So we walked and walked and crossed many dangerous rivers that were swimming with high-speed piranhas ready to lock their tight jaws. There was also something weird I noticed; these piranhas had four wheels and made noises engine ‘like noises. :D
So, after much treading and waddling, we finally reached the polling station. As we entered the arena, two heavyweights were side by side. The left side was keADILan and on the right was BN. There weren’t many staff there except for a few handling the booth. Outside the school, the gates were closed and there were police personnel standing by the gate. When we went to line up, I estimated about maybe 10-15 people in front of me. Some were in their exercise attire and some looked like they just came back from the salon with heavily dabbed make-up on their puffy cheeks. They don’t even know how funny they look with that amount of “clowny” make-up. Haha. I couldn’t help but smirk to myself.
The gates then opened and we swarmed in. Everyone just lost it. No one bothered to adhere to the line and everything just ran amok. We’re Malaysians remember? So then my dad asked me what my “saluran” was. I checked and it said 5. So we asked a police personnel standing there and he directed me to the building on my right on the first floor. My dad went to Saluran 2 which was just as we enter. So I treaded alone like a maniac, running when there was no need to. I overtook a lady in blue and grinned. I reached the stairs then there were some people that I suppose were helping out the SPR. Best part was they wore bright, gaudy yellow. Eww, it really did kill my mood for the day. Or maybe they were trying to catch the morning sun drift.
So I hiked the stairs up and started looking around. I saw Saluran 3 + 4 but no 5. Pretty disappointed. Then this dude appeared in front carrying some files. I asked him and he said follow him. So I did. We went up and up and saw nothing. Topmost still nothing. Only then when we went down one floor I saw Saluran 5. It was at the far end of the first floor. I did it! I thanked the guy and boy I really wanted to kick his ass!
So I sped up; passing people line up at Saluran 3. Up ahead, I saw three obedient voters lining up. First up was this Chinese guy, a little skinny, second in line was this Malay lady in her 30’s and directly in front of me was a Malay guy. After I fell in line, three voters suddenly appeared behind me. Two Chinese girls and a Chinese boy. There was a police personnel stationed there, his name was Kadir. Nice dude but spoke with a deep bass as though we were all prisoners. Then it started; the culling started. The first Chinese guy went in and gave his IC to the SPR committee stationed at the table. They comprised of three Malay ladies in 3 different coloured headscarves. Blue, purple and yellow. The lady in blue called his serial number, IC number and name aloud. Within that quiet atmosphere her voice boomed like a cheap exzos pipe. So he moved on and cast his vote in. Done.
Second came and went and next was Third. Then my turn came. I was shivering. Kadir told me “masuk” with that deep bass and without any eye contact. I obeyed and gave the SPR committee my relevant items like IC. She used a ruler and skimmed my name. When she found it, she boomed my name. She stuttered at my last name, Tzong. Unsure of how to pronounce and not wanting to offend me, she attempted and got it right the second time. Kudos Kak! Once done, she motioned to the lady in the purple and simultaneously tore a slip akin to a lottery ticket and gave it to me. It was dull orange. So I graciously took it and said my thanks. Moving on to the next booth, I bent low so as not to allow them to peek at me. On the ticket it was imprinted the candidate’s names, party logo and an empty box at the end. I took the pencil there and made an X. I was a nervous wreck and my X was small. Damn. Want to redo but shy. What if they catch me for playing a fool? So many thoughts swirling my mind. So I just went on. Once done, I cast my vote (my first vote!!!!woo hoo!!!) into the ballot box. Then shit happened. Instead of exiting the real exit, I exited the way I came in.
I was locked in an eye battle with the floor when I left. I saw nothing until I came to the entrance. No one said anything but Kadir looked up and he was shocked. I just turned heel and walked away. Phew…
So, the adrenaline was still pumping and I was short of breath. Why? I have not the slightest idea. With that done, I went home feeling like the wisest man.
PLEASE FOLLOW THE GUIDELINES WHEN VOTING. EXIT WHERE YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO.
:D
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