Ron 97 up by 10 cents. RM 2.70.

Ouch! Isn't that what we're all feeling.The pinching sensation that leaves our wallets and purses reeling from the shock of an increased weight loss.

There are two perspectives to this problem :

1) If you continue to vote the current people in power, petrol price will continue to rise unexpectedly.

2) If you vote the opposing team (O.T), petrol price will still continue to go up. (Using global price increase as an excuse)

So you see, it doesn't matter who you choose to lead the pack. At the end of the day, this issue will remain the deadweight for most of us.

Here's my two cents on this matter. I may despise N for all the brainless ideas he's brought about and the "unnecessary increases". Still, I cannot fight this urge to actually congratulate him and say you've made a necessary move that wasn't done by your predecessors.

Firstly, why is there a need to keep on increasing petrol prices? Answer is simple. Families nowadays have exorbitant amounts of cars at their disposal. Since when did one family require 5 cars? One for each child? Come on, that's outrageous.

N is downright brave for making this move. He knows that he's entering a hornet's nest and there is an unlikely exit which provides a path that will leave him unscathed. He's teaching us a very important value that has been lost through generations.

Live a moderate life.

MODERATION

Many families have failed that area. And the direct outcome of it is shown in the lavish lifestyle many parade openly. Decadence is practically around every corner. Youngsters spending time in entertainment outlets till the wee hours of the morning thanks to continuous bankrolling from their parents. Look at how decadent our lifestyles are now becoming.

NECESSITY

Is it really necessary to give a child an IPhone 4? Of course it is! How silly of me to think otherwise.

"No IPhone 4 = Tantrum / Backlash"

Now I get it; parents want to fall into their child's good books with the hopes that their child will open up and be honest with them. Sheesh, please la. Children are the biggest crooks around in my honest opinion! They practically get away with anything! So unfair! Anyway, let's move along.

So, N has shown us that these two vital values have been lost through generations. Now, he's forcing us to recover those values with a painful lesson on a special weight loss programme designed specifically for our wallets and purses. Looks like it's gonna be hit among the masses!

Thanks for the comments posted on my post. Really appreciate it. :D

I'll try to update my blog more frequently now. And by the way, I don't know how to read Chinese Characters. Please write in English next time yeah. ^ ^

Back again.

At the same spot where I lost myself.

Bringing back what I do best.

But yet the lingering feeling tells me otherwise.

Like it or not, I have lost it.

Did I misplace it?

Or did my priorities run slightly ajar?

How did I ever become like this?


I’m at a loss at what I am underneath. There is a saying that if you use a mask to fight off evil, inevitably the mask and your face will merge as one. Whilst you’re busy fighting the monsters, you’re morphing into a monster itself.

I can’t remember how I became the loud-spoken person that I seemed to be during my Sixth Form years and varsity years. As far as memory serves me, my life has been very enclosed. Primary to secondary, I was the constant butt of all jokes and jibs. I was also the target for bullies. As someone told me, when you mistreat your family or relatives it will come back to you in a different situation and scenario. Karma really exists. I was also the caught in between the classifications of groupies. There are the nerds, the jocks, the losers, the rich kids, the wannabe’s, the ass-kissers, the weirdo’s, the silent types, the anti-socials and many more. I didn’t’ fit into any of the classification above.

Let me recap. During my primary years, if I recall clearly I think I was having an identity crisis. I wasn’t really into all the boyish games like “chopping, football, basketball, kejar-kejar.” It isn’t my fault that I fell more in love with the likes of “batu seremban, hop-scotch and rope jumping (the one where we make a skipping rope out of a few hundred rubber bands)” After all, how come society has to stereotype what games boys and girls should and shouldn’t play? I guess that didn’t set me apart that much; I guess I was likeable by both parties.

Then moving into secondary, my life was like totally upside down. Living my adolescent years in all boys school was a blessing and a curse at the same time. Firstly, you get a deep involvement in the fantasising of women in their prime. But not all my secondary female teachers were in their prime, some of them have passed it but there were still some who provided us lonely, deprived boys some light at the end of the tunnel. So during my early years, I felt that maybe I was in the nerdy group. Judging on my appearances with hormonal raging at its peak, I wasn’t the best sight in KL.

People tend to judge others on how they look, but when you’re outer appearances is like that; I had a big crosshair embedded deeply onto my back with bright, flashing, raving colours of red and black that was every bully’s Vodka Shot.

I still remember this particular bully. He used to bully me in class even when I’m not in his way. There was a particular incident where I was doing my homework during an interval after a subject has ended, he went behind me and started pushing the back of my chair so that the chair that I was sitting on was standing solely on the front two legs. And with his still boyish voice ringing loudly telling me to “Go in la faster, harhh!”, I just told him “You cannot wait ar?” in the voice that trembled with timidity. To top it all off, he stays around my area and since his mom sends him to school with a few other boys, my mum decided to pin me to the bandwagon. It was hell for me, being hard enough to actually understand why you have to spend more time seeing your enemy more than what is required to.

And so I went.

There were two other boys who followed him to. One guy was a church friend, so he was alright. I wouldn’t say we were close but enough for the compulsory greetings. Another kid that followed was the rich kid. He had all the latest gadgets with him, the latest games that would make all the kids go green with envy. And he made it particularly obvious to me because when all of us would converge at the bully’s house, the rich kid would invite my church mate and the bully over to his place to play his PS2. He invited them without even making a glance at my face nor acknowledging my existence. It was as though I was emitting some sort of nasty aura that seems to have irritated his sensitive nose. That was just one of the daily horrors to be endured daily on the bitchiest ride to school.

After enduring some unbearable time period with them, I finally decided to put my legs to good use. I walked back from school and this was the perfect ploy for me to divert to places which I knew would get me addicted. Cyber Cafes are the nastiest addiction. The Local Area Network Games like Counter-Strike, Warcraft, DOTA, etc were the main pull for all ages. I got hooked on Counter-Strike and it was the best time of my life. Pushing aside all the scolding, I would gladly do it the same way again if time were to rewind itself.

So how did I actually change from timid and bully target to sex-loving-kinky-nymphomaniac? It was during my Sixth Form Years that I found that I’m now amongst the same scenario as primary. I was able to connect better with the girls around me. And that there was no need for me to feel alone and an outcast again. So it was from there that I learnt to communicate with others by talking about what they like and doing things that endeared to them. In a way, I was vying to get in into the ass-kisser group.
But then, things took an even greater toll during varsity years. Pervasion was the key thing to bonding with my friends. They looked at me as though I’m the top pervert but still I maintained my likeability because of my idiotic acts and being a lamer. Still I guess that when you can act feminine when you’re around women, they’ll take you into their fold though not all will do that. And when you can masculine among your male buddies, you gain fame and reputation that I was only able to dream during my younger years.

So, I managed to make a lot of friends. But through it all, I learnt one thing. When you behave like that, people will have no respect for you. They see you as a funny person without respect for yourself. I did all sorts of stuff that have quickly eroded my respect. Doing things that cannot be considered funny but downright brainless. Just for the record, being overly exalted is not good. Women will be intimidated.

That was me during previous times. Now, I’m still trying to understand who we basically are and what does it take to know that sometimes our enemies respect us more that our friends.

I want to share this because I want all of us to know that even though they are called your friends, they still might not be giving you the respect you deserve.


See who I am. Dissect who they were. Cannibalise all.

Identity Theft

I lost my identity. Seriously, I don’t know who I was during secondary school and college times. I was switching between two finely sculpted masks that shielded me from unnecessary torment from bearing the truth.

Let me just give you a recap. During secondary years, I was the quiet nerd in the class. I didn’t’ mix well with people of my own faith and colour. Instead, I found solace within those of different colours than me. I was a constant hit for “friends” to launch friendly jibes against me. I never could give a good comeback. I didn’t have many friends I could call friends.

At church, I was the kid who follows his mom’s orders. I used to enjoy little dares that A and I used to do, like climbing the church rooftop or even hanging out at his old dilapidated home reading Japanese Manga (Doraemon, Dragon Ball, etc) Still, I had to endure torment from my Catechism mates. Church wasn’t the end point for me.

Form 6 was one of my better memories. There I felt consoled because women were there. I was able to melt better with women rather than with men. Still, it felt oddly fake that I was this joker that everybody has developed a love-hate relationship. I was an angry kid; at home and at constant war with mom. I managed to develop popularity among the ladies; it did manage to help ease my passing through Form 6. Yet, I still wasn’t spared from the hatred stemming from people of the same colour as me. There were some whom were nice to me but that was rare as a meteor fragment. Throughout this time, I still took comfort in the other colours.

College was almost the same. I ended in a class that has an overwhelming percentage of my own colour people. I decided to give this new group a try and it paid off. It was a bargain that only a fool would make to ensure he has sufficient gold to last him a lifetime. I traded my inner insecurities for the Joker’s façade. It was the only method that would work. Making a fool out of myself enabled me to bond closer with people of my colour. And it was a clear indication that I wasn’t a person to be taken seriously. And that took a toll on me for my assignments, etc. These people whom are the same colour have sidelined me because of my incompetence. That bargain didn’t not entail all these disasters and miseries. This dragged on for three years.

As time went on, a friend told me she had feelings for me and would like to take it to the next level. Still, it was an oxymoron because she said that I like you but I cannot love you. Huh? Anyways, the reason was because I was too “fa sum” which means flirtatious. Yes, I admit that I was friendly to all my girlfriends and there was a level of flirtation that both parties were comfortable with.

And the time came for me to fall in with someone. She was this loud-spoken, aggressive, brave and classy person whom I have never encountered before. But I couldn’t tell her, she would have slaughtered me. Plus, I’ve made myself as an incredulous potential candidate due to my irrepressible management of character. That killed it. I still dropped hints here and there but sadly she didn’t notice or was more likely ignoring it blissfully.

And the three years ended. Still I don’t feel the need to miss them or meet up with all of them. I am still alone and now that the façade has been embedded so deeply, I am now stuck at a point where I cannot make head from tail.

My identity has submerged itself under the gargantuan icebergs that reveal only the pinnacle of their character.

I have yet to reveal myself. God help me when I do.


”Anonymous”

Allah, SHA’s most coveted trophy?

Surely most Catholics and Christians alike would have read about the recent controversy about the usage of the word Allah. Though it has been going on sometime, I wish to just share my late two cents worth here.

As far as memory serves me, during the Mahathir regime the usage of Allah was never in question. Even going back to Tunku’s time, it wasn’t in question! How come during that time, West Malaysian Catholics were using the word freely and without any restrictions? Presently, the higher authorities in the Catholic Church hierarchy have to undergo court sessions and close scrutiny by the Home Ministry. It seems that Catholics are infringing on the exclusivity given to the Muslims. Words like Allah, Kaabah and Solat are exclusive to Muslims and no other races. Fact first, Catholics and other races have no other use for the other two words (Kaabah & Solat)

Did they check the corpus of Catholicism? We don’t use those words because there is no reference to the Bible. It is only referenced in the Quran and specifically explains the Muslims terminologies. If any other races were to use those words, it would be for explanatory purposes.

The Home Ministry is seen as fickle-minded because of the head. Syed Hamid Albar decided that Allah would remain exclusive for Muslims and no one else. SHA was also connected with the freezing and confiscation of Bibles by the Customs which happened a few years back. SHA changes his mind like weed or lalang. I will follow you.

SHA now has allowed the weekly Catholic Publication The Herald to use Allah in their publication. More importantly, he made sure that under the masthead of this paper there had to be “Untuk Agama Kristian sahaja”. Hello, isn’t there something called freedom of speech and press? Oh wait, those Acts are just for show. There isn’t any real freedom in this country. Plus, if we were given a free rein like America, we would be poking at all the dumbness that our Ministers do. Not forgetting to mention, David Letterman might even make a guest appearance. Damn. Of course we wouldn’t want to make our Ministers look like idiots on National TV (sadly, it has occurred countless times), but imagine the catastrophic result if they were on International airtime? How silly of me, SHA has already been on Al-Jazeera. Best part is, SHA talked like an idiot and basically, we, my fellow Malaysians, have received the brunt of being labelled a country where we still supposedly live on trees and our skyscrapers are made of wood. How humiliating is that? People from overseas think we’re living the Stone Age era? How degrading is that? Plus, we have SHA to endorse that particular fact. We also live in the Stone Age with YSL, Gucci, Jimmy Choo, Burberry, G2000, Channel, Bvlgari and LV accessories. Hmm..

Moving along, imagine Indonesia, a country where there are constant feuds between Christians and Muslims alike. Churches and Mosques are being burnt because of extremists surging ahead with their ideology. But still, they are able to convert out of their religion without much restriction.

We’re under the rule of extremists in our country too. Muslim extremists are the ones coercing their fellow Muslim brethren into the religion. How can we expect Islam to flourish when extremists are inoculating their own propaganda under the cover of religion? All religions teach us good, positive and moral values. The wisdom pearl every religion has bestowed is that to not hate or condemn other religions. Here, we’re not burning houses of worship. There are worse. Muslims are not allowing fellow Muslims to leave Islam as it will be classified as murtad, the biggest sin a Muslim can commit. It’s like they are afraid Islam will no longer be number one with the most followers. Well, when you coerce your fellow Muslim brethren into Islam, you reap what you sow.

“Religion choice is a free and unrestricted opinion entitled to individuals.”
“Anonymous”

But this is really showing us what they are capable of. They are capable of not thinking. Come to think about it, they really did not do any deep thinking into any actions or programs implemented. Like the rear seatbelt implementation, they were active for the first few days and then they just withered of. There are plenty of examples, let’s just give them a break from all the shooting here right?

Anyways, SHA has corrected his mistake on the use of Allah. Or has he actually corrected and learnt his mistake? More importantly, he has permitted it. But there is one thing still bothering me, how are our top ministers going to break out of the kelompok Melayu school of thought?

If they can’t do that, I doubt that other religions would be safe.

Imagine Karma Sutra being banned. That would be a real heart-breaker.

I'm so lost at what to write here. I read news that:

1) my friend's dad is sick and is under medical attention
2) my church members are all excited about the new year
3) home is improving by leaps and bounds
4) child-parent communication improving drastically
5) improving my budget

And there are just so many things that I don't know how to write or even began to express the words and thoughts that surround them.

I'll leave the next post for another day. Meanwhile, just to let you all know I'm taking a sabbatical from blogging. Need to clear some issues immediately.


VO Faith



p/s: Thanks Pauline for the knock!

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

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."

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...

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.

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~

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

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.

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?

"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

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.

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!

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

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 (1^st 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?

I'm torn between those that I love and wearing a façade. Truth or Lie?

“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

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?