Thursday, October 14, 2010

Cresendos of daily Z

From 8am to 9am : zzzzzzzzzz

From 9am to 10am : zzzzzzzzzzzz

From 11am to 1pm: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

From 1.30pm to 2.15pm :zzzzzzzzzzzzz

From 2:30 to 3:25pm : ______________________

From 3:25 to 4:30   :zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

From 4:30 to 7:30   : Z? (#$%^&*)

From 7:30 to 9:30  : zzzzzzzzzz

From 9:30 to 12:00 : zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

From 12:00 to 1:00 : zzzzzzzzzzzzz

From 2:00 to 4:00  :Z(?)

From 4:00 to 6:00 :zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

From 6:30 to 8:00 :zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

To explain this crap, the font of z represents the degree of sleepiness, (?) means "huh, why am i not asleep " . and $%^&*( means consequences I get if i am sleepy)

Just found out I can do nth for 15 minutes, so decide to login to blog and write something random

Z

Thursday, September 16, 2010

.........

* this is a moaning post *...

I had enough of bad lucks and clumsiness = _ +

List of unlucky events ( this is a 4 year statistic )

- Losing a key and ended trapped outside for hours               - 4 times
- Losing a key and ended trapped inside                                - 2 times
- Broken my pants during an event                                         - 6 times
- leaving my stuff in people's place                                          -countless
- leaving my bike in an unknown place                                     - 4 times
- cellphone runs out of energy when i need an emergency call      - 5 times
- property lost                                                                            -countless
-spectacle broken                                                                       - twice ( and often comes with dramatic event)


I guess, if there's an incurable disease, my clumsiness is one.........


* wall banging *

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

A single story

If you are asked to sum up your characteristic and life in and tell it to others in one single story, which story would you picked? Or rather, can you depict yourself really well in one story.

For example, If I would,  I may depict myself in a sad story, in which I am nerd, unlucky, single and not good-looking , and when I tell it to my friends, some will break my conversation and say, " It's not damn true, you are awfully lucky to have a scholarship," and etc etc.

Maybe I was unlucky in terms on my body possessions, but I am overall lucky, for violating the traffic rules for year and still ending up in one piece.

That's right. Humans are inherently complex animal, that you couldn't sum who they really are, with a single story.  It's not to say that one single story of a person is not the truth, but rather, an incomplete truth, that tells you some, or little, or even, nothing, of the guy's personality.

What if I tell you there's one young guy, he was rebellious in nature, he did poorly in studies, he switched school for 3 times for that, and he has speech impediment. And If from this single story, you have to conclude what's the well-being person is, I doubt it will be a positive review...

Just to tell you, this guy in Winston Churchill, the prime minister of England during WW2

Yes, you couldn't never tell from that one single story, yet,

BUT we do tell what people are from the little single story. And often time, you could even say the race-relation in Malaysia is often shaped with one single story

When I was small, my aunt always quote those naughty kids as little Indians, and often times I get caught with this nicknames a few times because of my own mischievousness. And when I asked my aunt, why Indian, of all things, I remembered her answer " they are a bunch of uncivilized people " vaguely.

There's also one vivid scene I saw when I was a kid, in a Bollywood fighting scene, there's one guy fighting a number of bad villains. That heroic guy drunk a whole load of beer, whacked the beer on another villain, and proceeded with a fight that I could say "brutal". And that goes without saying, the two story I experienced becomes my "only definition" of Indians.

However, when I had an asthma attack, the doctor that cured me was an Indian. And back in Malaysia, every time there's  a load of asthma attack or fever or injuries, it was that same Indian doctor that cured me outta from the mess.

And if I had not encountered that Indian doctor, I might still trapped in a story in which Indians are the bad guy in society, and yeah, just to let you know, my roommate was an Indian ( although he has the name Danish with him ).

And for Malays, it's the same case. My parents often tell myself "not to think like a Malay", and when I asked, they often said "Malays are a lazy group of people". And back when I was still young, there's whispering of my friend saying "Babi Melayu" , and also some newspaper article.

And there's one particular bad experiences I had with Malay, I was browsing net on a cafe when some bunch of Malay kids screams like amok for no reason at least for an hour, you could imagine my irritated feeling as I was actually doing my assignment on the cafe.

And all those things, after years, had finally summed me up one thing.Malays are lazy, good for nothing, rempit,  useless without government, bad in English and a racial bunch. That, was the single story I had.

It was during my scholarship years, that the single story of mine changed. The two years shows me that a Malay can also be a hardworking bunch, rational dudes that able to speak English fluently as well.  And they are not one of those peoples you could say as " good for nothing " people.

And despites of the racial waves incoming lately because of an issue, we have people for all races that refuses to be get carried by the emotional racism wave, yes, including those Malays.

It's a Utopian world to say there's no racist chinese and malays and Indians. But, the racist side of the story doesn't constitutes our behavior as a Malaysian. And when the politicians highlighted the race issues , often time, they are obsessed with the one story of racism we have, and ignored the stories of harmony we have in our country.

And lastly, for people that have a certain prejudiced feeling to a person, a group, a race, or even a country, I would implore you, not to look at the one face of the story and proceeded conclusion based on that. You know, when people judged you by their side of the story, you know that

they haven't seen you enough, and you know it because

There's never enough story to sum up a human.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

It's fall

Weeks ago, the place I was living can only be described as a scorching hell. I had no idea that I was hoping for such a scorching hell to land upon this land 6 months ago.

This new land was still full of surprise, even after one year. I wouldn't have imagined in one day that I would face the 4 walls of my room all day long. I wouldn't have imagined that I could actually live like an antisocial for a year, with my nearest friend being 4 miles away. Also, who could have imagined that I was using "miles" instead of "km" , fahrenheit "F" instead of celcius "C" . And how could I have imagined that I will interacting with those white peoples, the one you used to see in movies, will now be asking your order in McD.And how could I imagined myself that I would be saying thank you to a taxi driver, to some passerby that offered help, and to actually learn simple etiquette such as holding up a door to incoming person, and etc.

Malaysia was once labeled as third most rudest country. Before this, I laughed at the ridiculous report, now, I totally understand why.

The whites are portrayed as a proud and rude race, however, their customer service was not something you could have seen in Malaysia.I had seen bus drivers that played jazz on the bus ( even though there's a big sign of "no radio" ) , and also bus driver that chatted about "big bang" with a graduate, and also others that able to keep a gruffly smile on those people.It's like things are revolving around them with their own pace, and dang, although I had been working since young, I would really have to salute those guys. Customer respect seems to be something that was built into them...

Regretfully, I couldn't break up the social cell that's restricting me for this year being, ( more recluse if you ask ). However, with a new fall, it's a new starting point. I quitted the Dreadful of the Ancient (DoTA), once my signature, and yeah, what else I couldn't accomplish if I actually get rid the 6 years old habit...

Blogger, the last semester was a tear of loneliness, with a mix of regretful, some sprinkle of helplessness, and a tidbit of fear. I hope, things are not too late eh, since it's a new semester year.

And finally, the old scorching hell was gone, replaced by the chilling cold that I had been experiencing last year.

A new year dude, hurl on!

Friday, August 20, 2010

Skip Beat




I think I broke my own taboo of no shoujo manga, but for the second time, I break the rule again...
Despite that, of all things, I am a fan of good stories, and despite Skip Beat is a (NONO) shoujo manga, it will be foolish to say that all the manga/anime offers is romance and uber cool guy~

It will be an insult for this cute manga :D

* Otaku mode on : ) *




This story revolves around an ordinary girl, Kyoko Mogami, that has no fashion sense (and a streak of unluckiness around her). This poor little girl fall mindlessly in love with her childhood friend Sho, to the point of following and supporting him on his quest to be a famous singer


And you could prolly guess from the look, Sho dumped the main character after he get famous, saying that she's only a mere maid of him...And from this painful revelation..., the unknown side of Kyoko was unlocked

Yes, It's the soul of evil, the vengeful ghost within her.....*gulp*





However, Kyoko wasn't going to swallow the betrayal. She has her own way of revenge..~To be a  famous star that surpasses even Sho, so that he will one day cringe in defeat...

Well, that's it...I am not going to spoil this juicy anime~I do have a few pictures I wanna put though.  If you are prepared to skip a beat for this anime, betcha you should take a look of it before the fall semester started (=_= )

Kyoko new look~ Cute :)
The definition of shoujo Manga...cool guys~

It's Kyoko...
This chicken is too.........











This is kyoko (?) too




My favorite picture of all :)




Thursday, August 12, 2010

Sigh of the day

Quote from a guy in RSA

Why Muslims hate west?
Because of your unconditional support to Israel even when they kill thousands and thousands of muslims in Palestine.Offcourse its natural to celebrate your deaths...If my brother is killed by a western bulletin Iraq or Afghanistan or Palestine for example...And he is innocent 12 years old boy playing football in the street..For sure I am going to kill atleast 1 white westerner..Some people may not,but i would kill..no doubt abt it in my mind..So now stop asking the question why muslims hate west...


* And from this quote, a scenario starts to run in my mind*


And suppose if one day, his brother was killed by those westerners he mentioned, and out of sadness and rage, the person killed a white westerner. However, the white westerner he killed was merely a innocent tourist/doctor that have a family somewhere back in his home country...


And the seeds of hatred will be plant to the families of the dead...


And undoubtedly, if one of them shall rise in the seat of power, many more Muslims in Afghanistan will die for his cause of hatred, and those who survived from the West, will undoubtedly devote themselves to kill those westerners that have massacred their own living place, or even they don't, they shall have a seed of hatred to westerners which will undoubtedly passed through the generations to come


Even as I say, the ugly cycle of hatred continues, like the Uroboros , a hatred that constantly renewed and recreates themselves.


*   *   *   *   *   *   *


To end the cycle, one has to make an end cut to the cycle itself. However, that means not hating despite how opponent inflicted a great pain into things you hold dear, it means to quietly endure the pains that you have undergone


And how was that possible...?







Tuesday, August 10, 2010

闲话两句

Bach 的 minuet, 算是简单了, 也很难弹=_=