Today you have an enemy, you plot a murder, killed that guy.
Tomorrow you make another enemy, you plot a massacre, his whole family.
The day after tomorrow the friends of that two sucker plot a vengeance, lets say you're really that capable, you killed the friends also.
Sooner or later the world hates you. if youre capable, go take them all.
"Applaud me when youre online, someone just keep smiting me like mad in the forum."
Bro, i tried, i really tried, but i got 1 account only, 1 hand. i can only applaud u once at a time only. im not capable of overwhelming the hatecrews.
when you think youre actually that great to take down your haters, which is impossible, why not do it the other way? Go learn how Taichi works.
When one person say youre wrong, you might not be wrong.
When two person say youre wrong, they might be retarded.
When the whole world is against you, they have a point.
And you have a problem.
marking the calendar, i see 30 crosses, time to update.
I think Im gonna talk about how i spent hours during the midnight searching for a new appropriate layout for the blog, but by that time this goes onto publishing they probably got bored of the new layout already, id stop here. consider collecting informations of friends updates to be like building up the eighty-eighth storeys twin tower this has got to be on the bottom ten. if only you get what i mean.
i've lost the muse, and the magic of being able to convey my feelings through words, vanished. as much as good writers still inspire me of how they channel their thoughts with the pen ink, i find the current pain, to gather my mind from many lil pieces of tiny fractions, squeeze out something hit the publish button trying to impress myself, to be extra excruciating.
so lenghty and descriptive entries stop here, atleast for the moment. updates of blog would now be as simple as like the following:
-watched all the major boxoffice hits. transformers, terminator, hp.(remind me, id left out one or two)
-reread band of brothers, the third time.
-stopped reading kennysia.
-marked my first visit to genting after such a long time, i still need to bribe the lastime i went into the casino.
-realized suddenly mirana, fluffy and eveready(their name changes over time) grew alot bigger.
-realized my new lighter, engraved "fucking good cash if found, my name and number"
was actually 3 months back and there are scratches here and there already.
-in love with Cromok's music.
-in love with Dokken's music.
-words that change the world, he said you must learn to love.
-and this is a random saturday night at work.
i've lost the muse, and the magic of being able to convey my feelings through words, vanished. as much as good writers still inspire me of how they channel their thoughts with the pen ink, i find the current pain, to gather my mind from many lil pieces of tiny fractions, squeeze out something hit the publish button trying to impress myself, to be extra excruciating.
so lenghty and descriptive entries stop here, atleast for the moment. updates of blog would now be as simple as like the following:
-watched all the major boxoffice hits. transformers, terminator, hp.(remind me, id left out one or two)
-reread band of brothers, the third time.
-stopped reading kennysia.
-marked my first visit to genting after such a long time, i still need to bribe the lastime i went into the casino.
-realized suddenly mirana, fluffy and eveready(their name changes over time) grew alot bigger.
-realized my new lighter, engraved "fucking good cash if found, my name and number"
was actually 3 months back and there are scratches here and there already.
-in love with Cromok's music.
-in love with Dokken's music.
-words that change the world, he said you must learn to love.
-and this is a random saturday night at work.
The photography of reminiscenes.
A 6.0mp compact never failed me for years, for sure John you remember these, Aha!
The Z01, "I don't remember days, I remember moments"
Langkawi 06'
Genting 06'
Feb 09'
alot more worth bringing to the list, after some considerations, well, better not.
Feeyer.
Excerpt from Stephen E. Ambrose - Band Of Brothers
"The first men step up to the open door. All the men had been ordered to look out at the horizon, not straight down, for obvious psychological reasons. They had also been taught to place their hands on the outer edge of the door, never on the inside ........................... If he tried to steady himself by putting his hands on the inside, twelve men behind couldn't push the fellow out of there, such the power of fear."
Mulan.
I was sixteen, in jusco ipoh, doing what i'd consider my first proper holiday job, sports section, Nike. I had earrings, tons of wrist accesories, spiky hair, white shirt, grey tie and slack pants, always with my tag covered, a perfect costume to explain a victim under the education system.
Work was all fine, I'll sleep in school as usual, only wakes up during recess or period when we're required to attend to the science lab. at times when i woke up only to found myself sleeping alone in the class, when everyone has left for recess. they failed to wake me up, and the usual phrase "another day for you huh?" I nodded, and grinned.
My holiday job extended and became my partime daily thing, after school, bathed and I'll show up at the mall exactly at four, work ends at 10, my day ends at usually after midnight, I'll walk home after Dota.
It lasted for almost the whole year, until one day at work, someone showed up and asked for a vacancy, a very ordinary girl, right after SPM. I permitted and she showed up to work the day right after, and since then never stop impressing me with her punctuality and the personality which makes you think she knows the whole world but is always too humble to express them. it's all inspiring, i was infatuated.
I got her after a month or two. I guess it was because of what she perceived as the street-smart in a sixteen year old, she would listen to me ranting all day like an innocent wild child and yet said something like "i felt like a kid after hearing". i knew i was never up for the standard, i tried. attending school and never fall asleep in class, stop wearing my accessories and tailored a much more ordinary school pants. and she brought me back to church, once again started attending youth fellowship regularly.
She got her results, faired pretty well, quit the job and started applying for uni. and since then we never get to meet up as often. a few months later she invited me to the yearly St.Michael's drama play, theme that year The Mulan, she did all the violin backing. we waved and said hi after the play, and left heading our own way. it ended just likethat. i was pretty depress for quite awhile, not until someone in church said God has a purpose installed for every being who show up in our lives.
part of my growing process owes tribute to this particular person. the lastime we met up was one and a half years back, how fast time passed. and my nickname in dota salutes to her, it has never changed. we're good friends now.
This is a random rant, what constituted the reminiscenes, Christina Aguilera - Reflection.
Work was all fine, I'll sleep in school as usual, only wakes up during recess or period when we're required to attend to the science lab. at times when i woke up only to found myself sleeping alone in the class, when everyone has left for recess. they failed to wake me up, and the usual phrase "another day for you huh?" I nodded, and grinned.
My holiday job extended and became my partime daily thing, after school, bathed and I'll show up at the mall exactly at four, work ends at 10, my day ends at usually after midnight, I'll walk home after Dota.
It lasted for almost the whole year, until one day at work, someone showed up and asked for a vacancy, a very ordinary girl, right after SPM. I permitted and she showed up to work the day right after, and since then never stop impressing me with her punctuality and the personality which makes you think she knows the whole world but is always too humble to express them. it's all inspiring, i was infatuated.
I got her after a month or two. I guess it was because of what she perceived as the street-smart in a sixteen year old, she would listen to me ranting all day like an innocent wild child and yet said something like "i felt like a kid after hearing". i knew i was never up for the standard, i tried. attending school and never fall asleep in class, stop wearing my accessories and tailored a much more ordinary school pants. and she brought me back to church, once again started attending youth fellowship regularly.
She got her results, faired pretty well, quit the job and started applying for uni. and since then we never get to meet up as often. a few months later she invited me to the yearly St.Michael's drama play, theme that year The Mulan, she did all the violin backing. we waved and said hi after the play, and left heading our own way. it ended just likethat. i was pretty depress for quite awhile, not until someone in church said God has a purpose installed for every being who show up in our lives.
part of my growing process owes tribute to this particular person. the lastime we met up was one and a half years back, how fast time passed. and my nickname in dota salutes to her, it has never changed. we're good friends now.
This is a random rant, what constituted the reminiscenes, Christina Aguilera - Reflection.
Carpe Diem
i'm blaming it on my sentience. the catalyst is ficklish, it could have been the pictures, which is even more depressing when i realize i no longer remember the names in them. it could have been this three years ago entry, written at that particular hour when i squeezed my writing capability in hope to leave a post which best describes that feeling of desolation. it could have been this song, when i heard it for the firstime in the camp that i got carried away.
I found you here, now please just stay for a while
I can move on with you around
I hand you my mortal life, but will it be forever?
I'd do anything for a smile, holding you 'til our time is done
We both know the day will come, but I don't want to leave you
I can move on with you around
I hand you my mortal life, but will it be forever?
I'd do anything for a smile, holding you 'til our time is done
We both know the day will come, but I don't want to leave you
really, theres actually time in life that i feel proud living life a nomad, but oppose to that my sense of nostalgia. in silence, i envy how beautiful it must be, that ever the same venice.
I don't think Karl Marx is a loser.
i suppose the thoughts of an economist to be like an effort equivalent to putting together a jigsaw puzzle of a million pieces, but one thing separates them from the crowd is that they know that humanity is very much just like that million piece of truths that they spend their life searching but will never find, that in the end shape themselves into one large portrait, the history. that is why a good thing about being an economist is they will be fairly judged by the scholars for the thoughts, instead of the presumptions. but the downside is that some of them are being socially criticized as being frigid and immoral *DOTS* i guess, they missed one point, a very defining one, the ultimate economic statement, is that we're talking about how the world works, instead of how the world should work. argh, they're starting to mix up Alan Greenspan with Donald Trump already...
"HeLLscreaM"
It would be the best day in life, that the owner found the idendity of that very axe that he named "HeLLscreaM". the answer lies not in Yahoo, not even Google, or Ebay, instead it's all the while under that very guitar neck, just that he was all the while too lazy to open up a neck with a locking trem. what prompted the action was all the nights spent infront of the comp, of countless hours on Ibanezregister.com, jemsite.com, ibanezrules.com, resulted in nothing.
So its stamped, rg780, japan. both on the body and the neck, production year 1995, the Fujigen plant, and sold by Crew-slut guitars. and RGs with model numbers x80(680,780etc) means productions for the domestic market, just like x50 stands for models with pickguards and x70 for those without one. I bet currently there isnt one on sale at ebay.
Still, atlast, this is only what i got throughout the whole internet.
its marked down one of the happiest day in life.
Aerosmith - Fly Away From Here
Gotta find a way
Yeah, I can't wait another day
And nothin' gonna change
If we stay around here
Gotta do what it takes
Cause it's all in our hands
We all make mistakes, yeah
But it's never to late to start again
Take another breath
And say another prayer
Then fly away from here
Anywhere
Yeah, I don't care
We'll just fly away from here
Our hopes and dreams are out there somewhere
Won't let time pass us by
We'll just fly
If this life
Isn't hard enough
It ain't no nevermind
You got me by your side
And anytime you want
Yeah, we can catch a train and find a better place
Yeah, cause we won't have nothin' or no one keep gettin' us down
Maybe you and I
Could pack our bags and hit the sky
Then fly away from here
Anywhere
Yeah, I don't care
We'll just fly away from here
Our hopes and dreams are out there somewhere
Won't let time pass us by
We'll just fly
Didn't you see your blue sky now
You could have a better ride now
Open your eyes
Cause no one here can better or stop us
They can try but we won't let them
No way
Maybe you and I
Could pack our bags and say goodbye
Then fly away from here
Anywhere
Honey, I don't care
We'll just fly away from here
Our hope and dreams are out there somewhere
Fly away from here
Yeah, anywhere
Honey, I don't, I don't, I don't yeah
We'll just fly...
Playing For Time.
My playlist clings closely to my emotions, and exquisitely alters them. for the time being im browsing through the playlist, carefully selecting, and narrowed down the genres, no heavy sounds tonight, song playing at the moment, guns n' roses - madagascar. I held the guitar, tried laying down a note for note mimicry, i was consumed.
im on a new medicine, the Nasonex, a type of glucocorticoid steroid, i have no idea what, i got the term from the web. up for the sinus prevention, down for the side effects, the sleep deprivation, the increased and inconsistent heart-beat, the chest pain. the recent wrath-like me is the outcome of just that.
a conversation the other day, a pinprick, the guy was boasting about his college mate, of his different fields of knowledges. I applauded and kept the cynic to myself being him an easily offended guy. by the way, does he know to differentiate between perception and knowledge? even if he does, the view about politics is certainly perception rather than knowledge, and perceptions are all bias. when we take infos in and we consider them knowledges, the outcome is a sad world that being a large part of who we are isnt very individual at all.
watched shinjuku incident, considering a derek yee film ill watch regardless of the star lineups, the title, the plot. i grow up treating them the holy grail of canto films, known for its relevance to life, no bullet dodging fantasies, and they make you understand the unexplored side of mankind, the desolation, the gloomy emotions of profound life experience, its the highest standard of human ingenuity hardly surpassed. back to the show, i love fan bing bing!
regarding the latest entry of this specific blog which the author named it "that green piece of shit" in utterly amused and fucking kiddo like roflmao manner, inconsistent out tempo claps are given to the narrator who wrote the most funny shit i read throughout the night. and mahfuck, i really do start to believe in time dilation already,i need to sleep now already.(the bracket and vulgarity contained in the last paragraph is of failed attempt trying to imitate the original's exquisite writing style)
im on a new medicine, the Nasonex, a type of glucocorticoid steroid, i have no idea what, i got the term from the web. up for the sinus prevention, down for the side effects, the sleep deprivation, the increased and inconsistent heart-beat, the chest pain. the recent wrath-like me is the outcome of just that.
a conversation the other day, a pinprick, the guy was boasting about his college mate, of his different fields of knowledges. I applauded and kept the cynic to myself being him an easily offended guy. by the way, does he know to differentiate between perception and knowledge? even if he does, the view about politics is certainly perception rather than knowledge, and perceptions are all bias. when we take infos in and we consider them knowledges, the outcome is a sad world that being a large part of who we are isnt very individual at all.
watched shinjuku incident, considering a derek yee film ill watch regardless of the star lineups, the title, the plot. i grow up treating them the holy grail of canto films, known for its relevance to life, no bullet dodging fantasies, and they make you understand the unexplored side of mankind, the desolation, the gloomy emotions of profound life experience, its the highest standard of human ingenuity hardly surpassed. back to the show, i love fan bing bing!
regarding the latest entry of this specific blog which the author named it "that green piece of shit" in utterly amused and fucking kiddo like roflmao manner, inconsistent out tempo claps are given to the narrator who wrote the most funny shit i read throughout the night. and mahfuck, i really do start to believe in time dilation already,i need to sleep now already.(the bracket and vulgarity contained in the last paragraph is of failed attempt trying to imitate the original's exquisite writing style)
The Verge.
sinful nature, for a sinful cause, its like a bite on the fruit from the forbidden tree, the garden of eden. for this cause they were bound to live under the curse forever. the aforementioned they, a pair of characters, of dramatist persona, rock solid, the best metaphor, politician. you hear change, but what you see doesn't rhyme with what you hear. they said to never go in the wrong direction again, but they know for sure a mere catalyst symbolized all it needs for the spark, for things to go wrong and later crumble. ficklish, what can you do?
I'm strolling through the crowded bus station, again waiting for another tedious journey back to kl. the question most brilliantly asked but not answered at the moment, where do i find the latest copy of TIME?
I'm strolling through the crowded bus station, again waiting for another tedious journey back to kl. the question most brilliantly asked but not answered at the moment, where do i find the latest copy of TIME?
The Drafts
Currently on the playlist: Casting Crowns - Voice Of Truth
the following entry is not merely a remark of the whims, rather it's a need to clear off this week's drafts, there are so many things i wanted to write about, but at times i feel my brain fails me, inspirations gone with the wind, and they all ended up in draft. post them all in one shot and they look severely disjointed, this is a rubbish post, and im hitting it just for the sake of publishing, being the latest story here that I've been up for more than 30 hours, and i'm at the verge of crumbling, do not ask me to think of what to write.
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1st draft:
to birthday boy, drive slowly la nextime if you're drunk, dont turn the opposite way into a one way street again wei, especially that one at the back of pavillion, we were so lucky you know!
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2nd draft:
how to make her look towards the cam? the whispering sound of how mama used to make you piss.
the wonderful day has all the credit onto slowhands for introducing so much of awesome stuffs. Spinal Tap, he said it's a must watch for musicians. and Dev Parade - Bacchikoi, the song with a weird yet cool sounding riff.
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3rd draft:
it's somewhere near Zouk, it was horrid, the taxi totaled, victim a tourist, deep open cuts, one from up the eye brow until the cheek, second the forehead, lying on a pool of blood.
so fuck you taxi drivers, you think you all are 3 years old? how long does it take to make you all understand this? there's no fucking veteran on the road, everyone is vulnerable, s.o.b.
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4th draft:
i have to quote oscar wilde again, why dont fairy tale love stories happen in real, because they are arts, to reveal art and conceal the author is art's aim. and there's no controlled circumstances in life like in the books, and perfect couple exists only in the eye of an outsider.
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last draft:
cwsam88@gmail.com says:
i got myself a pod xt live
very happy wit it .. hahaa
so far
now can record song to backing track . .haha ..
n the tone ... not bad actually .... i thought it would sound too digital .. but ... not bad .. still can tahan
Sam's portrayal. said (7:23 AM):
hahaha
Sam's portrayal. said (7:24 AM):
i got myself a... snowcap!
i thought i would look ugly with it .. but ... not bad .. still can tahan.
the following entry is not merely a remark of the whims, rather it's a need to clear off this week's drafts, there are so many things i wanted to write about, but at times i feel my brain fails me, inspirations gone with the wind, and they all ended up in draft. post them all in one shot and they look severely disjointed, this is a rubbish post, and im hitting it just for the sake of publishing, being the latest story here that I've been up for more than 30 hours, and i'm at the verge of crumbling, do not ask me to think of what to write.
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1st draft:
to birthday boy, drive slowly la nextime if you're drunk, dont turn the opposite way into a one way street again wei, especially that one at the back of pavillion, we were so lucky you know!
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2nd draft:
how to make her look towards the cam? the whispering sound of how mama used to make you piss.
the wonderful day has all the credit onto slowhands for introducing so much of awesome stuffs. Spinal Tap, he said it's a must watch for musicians. and Dev Parade - Bacchikoi, the song with a weird yet cool sounding riff.
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3rd draft:
it's somewhere near Zouk, it was horrid, the taxi totaled, victim a tourist, deep open cuts, one from up the eye brow until the cheek, second the forehead, lying on a pool of blood.
so fuck you taxi drivers, you think you all are 3 years old? how long does it take to make you all understand this? there's no fucking veteran on the road, everyone is vulnerable, s.o.b.
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4th draft:
i have to quote oscar wilde again, why dont fairy tale love stories happen in real, because they are arts, to reveal art and conceal the author is art's aim. and there's no controlled circumstances in life like in the books, and perfect couple exists only in the eye of an outsider.
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last draft:
cwsam88@gmail.com says:
i got myself a pod xt live
very happy wit it .. hahaa
so far
now can record song to backing track . .haha ..
n the tone ... not bad actually .... i thought it would sound too digital .. but ... not bad .. still can tahan
Sam's portrayal. said (7:23 AM):
hahaha
Sam's portrayal. said (7:24 AM):
i got myself a... snowcap!
i thought i would look ugly with it .. but ... not bad .. still can tahan.
How did April Fool came about.
to all, happy fooling around, and get fooled happily too.
actually after all these years, april fool day is to me slowly becoming yet another tedious number on the calendar, million thanks to swamp of utterly noob pranksters trying to act cool on this specified date, failing miserably. most memorable one, a high school story, when a friend actually broke up with her boy during april first, said she walked in the rain, cried even louder when i asked her to stop the prank because its not funny at all, and that's it she hung up the call.
and now my one last interest about this whole foolish day is that how does such a day came about and became so notable throughout the world, that's the last of it which intrigues. i got this from wikipedia.
"Origins
The origin of April Fools' Day is obscure, none historic proven, but from conventional public belief it is dated back in 4 century bc, when Emperor Leon IV of the French empire, after a brief period of norminal peace with King Augustus of ancient Italian, seizes the border of Italy, thus breaking the paper agreement after a century of mutual harmony. After four years and three months of continuous bloody and gruesome wars which Leon IV still failing to claim the territory under French's ruling, thus lead to his decision to having drafted the best military strategists of his time, the desired outcome was to coax his opponent into believing their withdrawal from the war, from then on start rearranging another war plan. The Italians, unprepared and vastly outnumbered, flanked by both the calvary and footmen of the French army, led to King Augustus's flee from his castle, causing it to be temporary occupied by the French empire for about three decades. Much later the French started marking this day as remembrance of the historic event, by setting up hoaxes to friends, families, relatives, and enemies, it was initially marked at the first of January, but because of it clashes with the new year, it was then changed to the first of April, since then it was much adapted for many cultures and the day is much celebrated throughout the world."
thanks, the entry is all out of boredom of what i feel about this day. but the thing here is that, do i look as if i bother finding out how april fool came about? Theres some grammatical errors in the passage also if only you noticed, consider that a waste of one minute of your life reading this utterly made up story of mine, ha ha ha.
actually after all these years, april fool day is to me slowly becoming yet another tedious number on the calendar, million thanks to swamp of utterly noob pranksters trying to act cool on this specified date, failing miserably. most memorable one, a high school story, when a friend actually broke up with her boy during april first, said she walked in the rain, cried even louder when i asked her to stop the prank because its not funny at all, and that's it she hung up the call.
and now my one last interest about this whole foolish day is that how does such a day came about and became so notable throughout the world, that's the last of it which intrigues. i got this from wikipedia.
"Origins
The origin of April Fools' Day is obscure, none historic proven, but from conventional public belief it is dated back in 4 century bc, when Emperor Leon IV of the French empire, after a brief period of norminal peace with King Augustus of ancient Italian, seizes the border of Italy, thus breaking the paper agreement after a century of mutual harmony. After four years and three months of continuous bloody and gruesome wars which Leon IV still failing to claim the territory under French's ruling, thus lead to his decision to having drafted the best military strategists of his time, the desired outcome was to coax his opponent into believing their withdrawal from the war, from then on start rearranging another war plan. The Italians, unprepared and vastly outnumbered, flanked by both the calvary and footmen of the French army, led to King Augustus's flee from his castle, causing it to be temporary occupied by the French empire for about three decades. Much later the French started marking this day as remembrance of the historic event, by setting up hoaxes to friends, families, relatives, and enemies, it was initially marked at the first of January, but because of it clashes with the new year, it was then changed to the first of April, since then it was much adapted for many cultures and the day is much celebrated throughout the world."
thanks, the entry is all out of boredom of what i feel about this day. but the thing here is that, do i look as if i bother finding out how april fool came about? Theres some grammatical errors in the passage also if only you noticed, consider that a waste of one minute of your life reading this utterly made up story of mine, ha ha ha.
The Portrayal.
Sam: Uncle Joe said to go dark for an hour during the 28th!
Sam: Great, but never count me in.
Sam: But why?!
Sam: I don't see that by turning off lights for one hour does any significant help on the environmental crisis.
Sam: But but, I heard many many cities are in!
Sam: Yea of course I know, they're aiming to hit one k.
Sam: But but... I heard its a global movement trying to save the world!
Sam: Consider it a cheap and efficient global movement for organizations to yield profits, you see, if you happen to know economics, human live and die for incentives. Its also a cheap way for corporates to gain social approval.
Sam: But but, what's wrong going dark for an hour?!
the exclamation marks serve mainly to magnify the naivete substance, fullstops for the exact opposite. there are two Sams here, both lived inseparable yet they have not been in peace for exactly twenty one years, they fought for countless times to gain approval from their master over certain decision making, the latter, portrays the perfect antagonist in any given circumstances and he stand out to win most of the time because of his potful of wits enabling him to see through the master's heart like a laser detector, but the price to pay was when he think too much he'll turn into a restless fiend, trapped in it cold and long night, haunted so much by the current that there's none that excites beside seeing the twilight again. on the contrary, the one on the other extreme knows only black or white, missing the grey as interval in between, ignorant but blissful, he doesn't think much, and gets happy on the smallest thing possible.
so what's the conclusion? He won for the first time after a long losing streak. the master chose to be ignorant for this time and that one hour I would say its an hour well spent in prayers in hoping for a better world, let aside the corporate profits from the event. those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated, for these there's hope, how great a phrase Mr Oscar Wilde.
"lbnn6 fhfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffhhhhh" my kitten did this.
Sam: Great, but never count me in.
Sam: But why?!
Sam: I don't see that by turning off lights for one hour does any significant help on the environmental crisis.
Sam: But but, I heard many many cities are in!
Sam: Yea of course I know, they're aiming to hit one k.
Sam: But but... I heard its a global movement trying to save the world!
Sam: Consider it a cheap and efficient global movement for organizations to yield profits, you see, if you happen to know economics, human live and die for incentives. Its also a cheap way for corporates to gain social approval.
Sam: But but, what's wrong going dark for an hour?!
the exclamation marks serve mainly to magnify the naivete substance, fullstops for the exact opposite. there are two Sams here, both lived inseparable yet they have not been in peace for exactly twenty one years, they fought for countless times to gain approval from their master over certain decision making, the latter, portrays the perfect antagonist in any given circumstances and he stand out to win most of the time because of his potful of wits enabling him to see through the master's heart like a laser detector, but the price to pay was when he think too much he'll turn into a restless fiend, trapped in it cold and long night, haunted so much by the current that there's none that excites beside seeing the twilight again. on the contrary, the one on the other extreme knows only black or white, missing the grey as interval in between, ignorant but blissful, he doesn't think much, and gets happy on the smallest thing possible.
so what's the conclusion? He won for the first time after a long losing streak. the master chose to be ignorant for this time and that one hour I would say its an hour well spent in prayers in hoping for a better world, let aside the corporate profits from the event. those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated, for these there's hope, how great a phrase Mr Oscar Wilde.
"lbnn6 fhfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffhhhhh" my kitten did this.
Free Loop.
often times I feel like a vaudevillian in my own dreams, in them commanding a certain level of idiosyncrasy in the most improvisational form possible, its like starring in very much a high rated film without needing a script, that it catches you in circumstances beyond your most sublime creativity ever, and you don't bear the pain of traveling between filming locations, you swiftly blinks through them. but the downside is that the moment being transported back to the current you loses most, if not thoroughly the memories in paradise, and i wonder if heaven is as beautiful like that. I opened my eyes, and the first thing i did to save the important screenplays as close as what I could get in description of words to the typepad in mobile phone, "looked down from the cliff I saw a river of multiple splitoffs, all flowing in opposite direction with their respective conjunctions, water bright blue. I rode a bike in pursuit of a criminal, all vehicles levitate on water." wtf, I'm feeling estranged to these words, I can't even recall the fantasy a few days after.
I used to have a lot of difficulties standing infront of a theatre's ticket booth or in the bookshop, considering them the worst place ever for me to make up my mind for a decision, and strikes me even harder to be in these two places when I'm in a hurry, but just recently I think I've found the match to those two cravings, chick flicks, ha ha, and classics for the latter. last watched Confessions Of A Shopaholic, added to the shelf The Return Of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle, The Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde and The Count Of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas, as of this writing, I'm on the last chapter of Sherlock Holmes detective story, brilliant.
sometimes I just don't understand how could people react with such cynical expression towards things set deliberately for a good cause. the point is not to calculate that how much of electricity we can save in that particular hour, but merely to create awareness regarding to environmental issues, and secondly to remind us of mankind's divine relation with the earth. All in all, it deserves advocacy.
I happened to recover some of my lost files in a very old hardisk, most of which are pictures, mixed with some of which I consider photography works most to my liking.
There's something more than just the radiance in this picture.
A picture of my hair cosmetics lastime, not to say I'm proud of it, lol.
Morning after a wasted night at the children's playground.
I purposely woke up at 4 o'clock, climbed up the hill just so to get this on time.
Last day in high school.
Where are you now already?
Cactus last the longest in this picture.
Starfucks anyone?
I hope you're with a much better hand now.
Eternal flame.
It was long, trust me it's even longer now.
=)
It's just like life, just that on a much faster pace.
Ho can you relate cue, cards and beers? rock n' roll.
I consider this my best photography work to date.
Lol. who stole my cheese?
I used to have a lot of difficulties standing infront of a theatre's ticket booth or in the bookshop, considering them the worst place ever for me to make up my mind for a decision, and strikes me even harder to be in these two places when I'm in a hurry, but just recently I think I've found the match to those two cravings, chick flicks, ha ha, and classics for the latter. last watched Confessions Of A Shopaholic, added to the shelf The Return Of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle, The Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde and The Count Of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas, as of this writing, I'm on the last chapter of Sherlock Holmes detective story, brilliant.
sometimes I just don't understand how could people react with such cynical expression towards things set deliberately for a good cause. the point is not to calculate that how much of electricity we can save in that particular hour, but merely to create awareness regarding to environmental issues, and secondly to remind us of mankind's divine relation with the earth. All in all, it deserves advocacy.
I happened to recover some of my lost files in a very old hardisk, most of which are pictures, mixed with some of which I consider photography works most to my liking.
There's something more than just the radiance in this picture.
A picture of my hair cosmetics lastime, not to say I'm proud of it, lol.
Morning after a wasted night at the children's playground.
I purposely woke up at 4 o'clock, climbed up the hill just so to get this on time.
Last day in high school.
Where are you now already?
Cactus last the longest in this picture.
Starfucks anyone?
I hope you're with a much better hand now.
Eternal flame.
It was long, trust me it's even longer now.
=)
It's just like life, just that on a much faster pace.
Ho can you relate cue, cards and beers? rock n' roll.
I consider this my best photography work to date.
Lol. who stole my cheese?
On Capitalism.
"The problem is that the dynamic that defines capitalism, that of unforgiving market competition, clashes with the human desire for stability and certainty."
-Alan Greenspan-
regarding the internet, i grew up being a devotee to a lot of Yahoo technologies, be it the mail hosting, the news, flickr, and a lot of monotonous nights you see me either in pool, or chess, yes they're hosted by yahoo. the perfect example of young entrepreneurs started from scratch, from zero to hero, in the shortest amount of time possible, that's the power of capitalism, but the downside is that even when you're at the top, there's no such thing for you to be called "up, stable and running." everyday your competitors are out to squash you and put you out of business, whether you're the boss of a burger stall, or you're Jerry Yang or Larry Page, yes, that's the downside of being in the world of capitalism, you're wary of your mortality. the recent years took over of the title of being crowned as the king of internet business, from yahoo to google, shows just that. thats what the world teaches you.
but i'm talking about a lesson regarding to capitalism in a typical economic class. unsurprisingly all would nail on the depredations of increased global trades, the exploitations of labor, the income inequality, instability of growth and businesses being doomed unethical. unless you're in america, or this particular economic mode would be less embraced.
someone shoot me an essay question few weeks ago pinpointing at the effects multinational cooperation have towards the local sector. its about the the economies of scales they're having, so to say, trashes the local sector's ability to compete. but here the problem is that, capitalism, despites the flourish of rewards, creates anxiety deep in us. if i happen to run a hamburger stall one day, i would hope that the next wannabe hamburger entrepreneur does it at least fifty miles away from me. but on the other hand, because i am the king of hamburger business in town, i have total monopolistic power over the consumers, too bad for hamburger fiends, i can charge highly a price i wan, its either you buy it or you leave it.
but what happen next is that in the world of capitalism, its not hard for competitors to enter and compete, if they're having a larger sum of capital, they open their stalls right beside mine, they're richer to afford two, or even three, frying pans so they could produce faster, compared to mine, of just one. and the larger sums enable them to price slash the burger from three bucks to just one. so what can i do next is i need to improve, on the quality of service, and chart out a better hamburger business plan. so to say i'm not very happy of all these incidents, but at the end, the hamburger owners and the consumers got better off. this is the dynamic that pushes capitalism. its an ambivalence love-hate relationship of being an all out businessman and a coward who subliminally prefers less competitions.
"what is the market? it is the law of the jungle, the law of nature, and what is civilization? it is the struggle against nature." says the french. the best example of a culture not buying the idea of capitalism, for civilization is still their main agenda. but the argument here is that, human nature clashes with civilization. it is a false imprint reality on the mind that they have forgotten the main objective of life is about survival, if one day we're gonna have a clash of civilization, you'll see that the most civilized peoples plot out murders just to bring bread to their families, they will kill and eat up human flesh when there's no food. it is the nature, and it is the platform that capitalism operates on.
-Alan Greenspan-
regarding the internet, i grew up being a devotee to a lot of Yahoo technologies, be it the mail hosting, the news, flickr, and a lot of monotonous nights you see me either in pool, or chess, yes they're hosted by yahoo. the perfect example of young entrepreneurs started from scratch, from zero to hero, in the shortest amount of time possible, that's the power of capitalism, but the downside is that even when you're at the top, there's no such thing for you to be called "up, stable and running." everyday your competitors are out to squash you and put you out of business, whether you're the boss of a burger stall, or you're Jerry Yang or Larry Page, yes, that's the downside of being in the world of capitalism, you're wary of your mortality. the recent years took over of the title of being crowned as the king of internet business, from yahoo to google, shows just that. thats what the world teaches you.
but i'm talking about a lesson regarding to capitalism in a typical economic class. unsurprisingly all would nail on the depredations of increased global trades, the exploitations of labor, the income inequality, instability of growth and businesses being doomed unethical. unless you're in america, or this particular economic mode would be less embraced.
someone shoot me an essay question few weeks ago pinpointing at the effects multinational cooperation have towards the local sector. its about the the economies of scales they're having, so to say, trashes the local sector's ability to compete. but here the problem is that, capitalism, despites the flourish of rewards, creates anxiety deep in us. if i happen to run a hamburger stall one day, i would hope that the next wannabe hamburger entrepreneur does it at least fifty miles away from me. but on the other hand, because i am the king of hamburger business in town, i have total monopolistic power over the consumers, too bad for hamburger fiends, i can charge highly a price i wan, its either you buy it or you leave it.
but what happen next is that in the world of capitalism, its not hard for competitors to enter and compete, if they're having a larger sum of capital, they open their stalls right beside mine, they're richer to afford two, or even three, frying pans so they could produce faster, compared to mine, of just one. and the larger sums enable them to price slash the burger from three bucks to just one. so what can i do next is i need to improve, on the quality of service, and chart out a better hamburger business plan. so to say i'm not very happy of all these incidents, but at the end, the hamburger owners and the consumers got better off. this is the dynamic that pushes capitalism. its an ambivalence love-hate relationship of being an all out businessman and a coward who subliminally prefers less competitions.
"what is the market? it is the law of the jungle, the law of nature, and what is civilization? it is the struggle against nature." says the french. the best example of a culture not buying the idea of capitalism, for civilization is still their main agenda. but the argument here is that, human nature clashes with civilization. it is a false imprint reality on the mind that they have forgotten the main objective of life is about survival, if one day we're gonna have a clash of civilization, you'll see that the most civilized peoples plot out murders just to bring bread to their families, they will kill and eat up human flesh when there's no food. it is the nature, and it is the platform that capitalism operates on.
The Fourth Year.
This blog was started back when I was seventeen, a time when I think that I should start a blog, because most of the peoples that i looked up to that time have one, also a time when having a blog feels like the coolest thing on earth for staying at the forefront of the internet revolution, all these before i realize how many of my age actually started writing earlier than me.
Most of whom I considered the local heroes left Ipoh by that time I started writing, the further ones went to Aussie, the even further ones Europe, the nearer ones KL, and to me a blog that time means tool for peoples to stay in touch. I remember I often quietly sneaked into them just to embrace myself with dreams hoping to leave this particular small town as soon as possible, I envied those who experienced the snow, the autumn leaves, avenues as long as you can imagine, flanked with huge trees of golden colours; densely populated commercial districts, high streets, rapid transits, skyscrapers engineered to the highest construction standard, and the skylines, yea the skylines. I was that kid, who thought that nobody would even bother to read my blog, I felt as if I don't have a niche to blog about, I was only a school kid in uniform after all.
As of this point, I flipped back through my earlier entries, read and compared them to the recent ones as if there were the writings of two utterly different persons, throughout this four years of writings Im still trying to improve on my muse, but I usually dont bother about the typo errors, and will leave them after a one time spell checking, I don't guarantee I write the best articles, I don't feel that my niche of writings attracts audience also, because no one bothers reading all these gibberishes, but I write with a heart, doesnt matter the audience, its like hearing yourself from an answering machine and realize you actually sounded like that.
It's the fourth year and going, on and off and I'm still writing, no longer in the small town of Ipoh, being hectic and its like suddenly I don't realize that I'm away from home for so long. And recently I stumbled upon an Ipoh blog, everything about the blog goes around the happenings of the small town, the feeling is like walking back into the secondary school during a sunday, seeing every thing in a monochrome coloured feel, and suddenly wondered how much I've missed the quieter, soul soothing side of life already, and when I thought of how much I once embraced the city skyline and the transits, I find that I'm sleeping through most of the train rides already.
Most of whom I considered the local heroes left Ipoh by that time I started writing, the further ones went to Aussie, the even further ones Europe, the nearer ones KL, and to me a blog that time means tool for peoples to stay in touch. I remember I often quietly sneaked into them just to embrace myself with dreams hoping to leave this particular small town as soon as possible, I envied those who experienced the snow, the autumn leaves, avenues as long as you can imagine, flanked with huge trees of golden colours; densely populated commercial districts, high streets, rapid transits, skyscrapers engineered to the highest construction standard, and the skylines, yea the skylines. I was that kid, who thought that nobody would even bother to read my blog, I felt as if I don't have a niche to blog about, I was only a school kid in uniform after all.
As of this point, I flipped back through my earlier entries, read and compared them to the recent ones as if there were the writings of two utterly different persons, throughout this four years of writings Im still trying to improve on my muse, but I usually dont bother about the typo errors, and will leave them after a one time spell checking, I don't guarantee I write the best articles, I don't feel that my niche of writings attracts audience also, because no one bothers reading all these gibberishes, but I write with a heart, doesnt matter the audience, its like hearing yourself from an answering machine and realize you actually sounded like that.
It's the fourth year and going, on and off and I'm still writing, no longer in the small town of Ipoh, being hectic and its like suddenly I don't realize that I'm away from home for so long. And recently I stumbled upon an Ipoh blog, everything about the blog goes around the happenings of the small town, the feeling is like walking back into the secondary school during a sunday, seeing every thing in a monochrome coloured feel, and suddenly wondered how much I've missed the quieter, soul soothing side of life already, and when I thought of how much I once embraced the city skyline and the transits, I find that I'm sleeping through most of the train rides already.
Absurd Reality.
There online I talked to a friend, hoping to find out about the accident which took place in Kampar.
"I dunno anything, don't ask me."
"I thought you're supposed to know since you're studying in Kampar and you're friends with them also."
"yes indeed, it was my car, and I was the one driving."
"I dunno anything, don't ask me."
"I thought you're supposed to know since you're studying in Kampar and you're friends with them also."
"yes indeed, it was my car, and I was the one driving."
Blue Friday.
And there gone the diarrhea that has kept me running up and down the washroom like mad for the past few days, more than 20 times, yea it's true.
and I quoted this from The Gutterpost:
"You can beat your wife but you cannot beat The Gutterpost."
So should I start blogging as anonymous?
and I quoted this from The Gutterpost:
"You can beat your wife but you cannot beat The Gutterpost."
So should I start blogging as anonymous?
Goodbye Mr Sweet Tooth.
It reached a stage of severe addiction to sweet stuff until i can finish a pack of ten candies under 15 minutes, but recently i just feel so grossed with anything sweet, all thanks to the f*cking mamak downstairs and i dont even dare to order any flavoured drinks from them anymore, not even milo, they're just trying to kill me with sugars, plain water will do from now on, thank you.
There are times in life when I just don't feel synchronized with me myself, why would I suddenly lost the crave for candies, or why would I, for the past few days, don't even bother pickin up the guitar, I feel pressured, f*ck you all, playing guitar is a passion, it's not my f*cking job, do you know that when you think that I was so screwed when I cannot even sustain a note during the soundcheck, it's because you morons f*cked me up, and when the show is done and it's considered not bad, it's because I was wasted before getting up to that stage, I don't feel nice playing with you all, and this week's considered a good time for me, no sessions, something like when your final's over.
And somebody told me today that one of my secondary school friends had passed away, together with the girl friend, in an accident. I was stunned, really stunned, at a moment, had that guy to reconfirm the name a few times.
Leave your footprints here with us, that impact all things the past, present, and the future, so if we live on for another day we shall all remember your name, and you're free at last, rest in peace bro.
There are times in life when I just don't feel synchronized with me myself, why would I suddenly lost the crave for candies, or why would I, for the past few days, don't even bother pickin up the guitar, I feel pressured, f*ck you all, playing guitar is a passion, it's not my f*cking job, do you know that when you think that I was so screwed when I cannot even sustain a note during the soundcheck, it's because you morons f*cked me up, and when the show is done and it's considered not bad, it's because I was wasted before getting up to that stage, I don't feel nice playing with you all, and this week's considered a good time for me, no sessions, something like when your final's over.
And somebody told me today that one of my secondary school friends had passed away, together with the girl friend, in an accident. I was stunned, really stunned, at a moment, had that guy to reconfirm the name a few times.
Leave your footprints here with us, that impact all things the past, present, and the future, so if we live on for another day we shall all remember your name, and you're free at last, rest in peace bro.
Crazy Train part II (after so long)
No I was not carried too far away, instead, it crashed.
To understand the above statement you need to know me well enough, if not. don't ask. I guess the aftermath still hit hard as hell to affected parties. To the one who stirred this, I kept my silence, but doesnt mean that I don't know who you are, and I'm saying this with my head held high, beware.
About the gig last week, at somewhere Old Klang Road, not a very bad one, but neither a very good one, there's room for improvement, and two more days there's another show in Hartamas. Six songs in the list, three down three more to go and I havent even figure out the riff.
About economics, where find consumers when everybodys income is shrinking? How business survive and pay employess better when theres no consumers? to our Garblement, please play your role, stop fighting lah cheee bais.
Who inspired me to write again? quaintlyDotNet.
To understand the above statement you need to know me well enough, if not. don't ask. I guess the aftermath still hit hard as hell to affected parties. To the one who stirred this, I kept my silence, but doesnt mean that I don't know who you are, and I'm saying this with my head held high, beware.
About the gig last week, at somewhere Old Klang Road, not a very bad one, but neither a very good one, there's room for improvement, and two more days there's another show in Hartamas. Six songs in the list, three down three more to go and I havent even figure out the riff.
About economics, where find consumers when everybodys income is shrinking? How business survive and pay employess better when theres no consumers? to our Garblement, please play your role, stop fighting lah cheee bais.
Who inspired me to write again? quaintlyDotNet.
