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!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
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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