Story of a girl.


"Hi, asl?"
Was private message in friendster, was how we came knowing each other. today of years after, I'm still failing to figure out how two persons of different backgrounds came together, it feels of fate, and I appreciate, very much.

I'm a guy of no romance, not with deep pockets, either. I'm just an average joe, an ordinary guy next door who works for a living, but I came to know I worth more than precious to you and I'm not no one, and I'm not having no one either. I remember there were times I came looking for u at your college and waited for you to finish class, there were also times when we went out and I kid to dump you at corner of one street, sometimes ended up too late to catch on the last train and we spent a cold night on the street. And there were times at Genting, in the cable car were only two of us.

And there were times when you cooked, plain good taste of homemade meals, spoke of the heart, but somehow liked teasing you just to see your face turn sour, okay good food and the face smiled once again.



Monokuro Boo

earrings

yogurts

piggie key chains

phone straps

fashion

long hair

yelling

humble

apprehensive

colorful, not plain

my shoe

Starbucks coffee bar, the one opposite Time Square

KL central

venetian

Japanese dictionary,

magazines

"Say I love you before you put down the phone"

arcade games,

are the things I remember of you.
=)

Norwegian Recycling - Hey Oh Tonight.




Norwegian Recycling, is how we call him, he's a 23 years old who makes pretty good mash ups, and there it is, a masterpiece mashup mix together of 3 songs, Red Hot Chili Peppers - Snow ((Hey Oh)), Eagle Eye Cherry - Save Tonight, Damien Rice - Cannonball. It's amazing how he preserved the guitar riff of Snow ((Hey Oh)) and brought about a new jazzy feeling. Have a nice day!

Midnight grumbles: Of professional wrestling.

The Internet connection is pretty slow, like uncle, and it takes me one to two minutes for a simple web page to be fully loaded. And I had this picture uploaded a few times, it didn't work for the first few times because of the lag, what I did then, I hit my hand to the modem, and it seems better and the picture is now uploaded as you can see.

As a boy, I grew up watching professional wrestling, since primary school, mama knows well wrestling shows to be violence elemental but thankfully she has never said no each time that I bugged her to let me the TV just to see The Rock or Austin on screen. And there has been some years since then, The Rock no longer wears his wrestling boots or his elbow pads he used to throw to the crowds when he performs his signature "People's Elbow" and is now known as Dwayne Johnson rather than The Peoples Champion, and Austin no longer makes regular appearance. I like The Rock, well said the most electrifying man in sports entertainment, I like Jeff Hardy, you know actually a Swanton Bomb is much harder to perform than Choke Slams or an F-U? I respect Booker T, when Sting speak of the fate of WCW wrestlers signing into the WWE, said "We have to start from scratch, we are peons here and we have to work twice as hard to compete with existing big names in this new place" that spoke of the reason why Sting has never actually signed a contract with WWE. Now back to Booker T, he was a 4 time WCW world champion, but being signed to the WWE, his gimmick changed and he no longer hold the fame he once had, and he often being humiliated by the crowds during live events, and he still wrestle, even to this day, he deserves utmost respect as he himself has respected his job at the first place.

It's undeniably true that professional wrestling shows are fake, this had lead to loads of criticisms such as the show to be called "the goofy pseudo-sport" "only kids like wrestling shows". But no one came to know this to be the most profound factor drived the success of wrestling sports entertainment. Not a crowd as large would be willing to watch something without a storyline, it's proven though by the distinctive phenomena being captured between Boxing shows and professional wrestling, just compare the crowds and the heat. And come on, movies are fake too, Superman is fake too, and Peter Parker a.k.a Spiderman would die falling from high rise buildings ok? Can do web swing some more?

Think also, wouldn't running a wrestling promotion be much an easier job for wrestling promoters by just calling the guys out for matches? With no story lines involved, cut off the feuds and conflicts between wrestlers, and wouldn't it be much easier for the wrestlers to just go out and fight the hell out of each other? They all have a tough job, not just their role as wrestlers, but being also stunt-men, actors, acrobats, etc. The referees and announcer are being also the match coordinators of how the fixed outcome of the match should be brought about. Mistakes are now allowed in a match simply because they are performing live, in front of thousands of audience, even Jacky Chan gets a cut and retake when he did mistakes in a movie shoot, but not the wrestlers, having the need to learn ways of landing punches so they may look real is simply harder than just laying a stiff blow onto your opponent's face.

In case you did not know, the bloods are indeed real in a wrestling match, they're all real actors and stunt performers who cuts themselves with a small enough razor blade on their foreheads thus create the effect that they bleed after getting a blow by let's say, steel chairs, and they are very well trained to prevent being seen cutting themselves, but sometimes you still sees it. Now think, wouldn't it be much more easier for the wrestler to just lay a blow hard enough onto their opponent's forehead and causes them to bleed?

A show perfectly choreographed, coordinated and well planned, conducted by some world's greatest stunt men, that makes up professional wrestling shows, compare that with the Olympic wrestling, which one to be more interesting and which works a harder job?



Jeff Hardy's Swanton Bomb. This is entertainment, but the hazards are real.


Wannabe Economist.

I'm Wannabe Economist, a.k.a Samuel Law, the author of this blog, I'm from Malaysia, currently resides at KL. By the time I write this introduction, the blog has already up running for nearly two years, and "Wannabe Economist", the current gimmick, is already my second change of a blog title, the first one being "AndYetICannotThinkOfABlogTitle" and the second one "私のクラブ . My Club . 我的俱樂部". Til this day, this blog has not a theme at all, I write about my interests, usually about the abnormal routines of the current, randomly spiced up with my lousy sense of humor, however inspiration doesn't come always and I'm not always funny.

Talk to me about economics, guitars, rock n' roll, and we can have the conversation go as long as a few nights.

I read the words of Warren Buffett, Anthony Bozza, Stephen Davis, Steven Levitt, Tim Harford, even umm.. Alan Greenspan(haha, that old faggot).

I hear the sound of Deep Purple, Led Zeppelin, Beatles, Guns N' Roses, Scorpions, Motorhead, Pantera, Megadeth.

I watch the films of Tom Hanks, Steve Martin, Adam Sandlers.

-Keep On Writing In The Free World-
Wannabe Economist.

Matchbox 20 - Push (Acoustic Version).

I've always like to dig out some old Mp3 files in the comp and just by doing I found this one, its really the crispy acoustic guitar sound that melts the heart. The original one was released back at around 10 years ago.





She said I don't know if I've ever been good enough
I'm a little bit rusty, and I think my head is caving in
And I don't know if I've ever been really loved
By hand that's touched me, well I feel like something's gonna give
And I'm a little bit angry, well

This ain't over, no not here, not while I still need you around
You don't owe me, we might change
Yeah we just might feel good

(Chorus)
I wanna push you around, well I will, well I will
I wanna push you down, well I will, well I will
I wanna take you for granted, I wanna take you for granted, yeah I will, I will

Well I will

She said I don't know why you ever would lie to me
Like I'm a little untrusting when I think that the truth is gonna hurt ya
And I don't know why you couldn't just stay with me
You couldn't stand to be near me
When my face don't seem to want to shine
'cuz It's a little bit dirty well

Don't just stand there, say nice things to me
I've been cheated I've been wronged you,
And you don't know me, I can't change
I won't do anything at all