Tuesday, December 26, 2006

058 : kurisumasu... again... 2006



Aha ! Salutations visitors to thy blog. I bid thou a warm welcome to more nonsense this holiday season of snow, colourful trees, fat geezers dressed in red and of course, coffee. No no ! When i say "fat geezers", i humbly do not refer to those cuties in red in the above picture. *pukes* Anyway, if you do not know who they are, those guys are the 3rd coolest gangs on earth right now, with the PAP and the mafia coming in first and second. Absent in the picture are bapok and kuah boy who are photo shy unfortunately. Photo is taken by pok, so blame him for his shaking hands.

Of course, each posts and each new visit to my favourite coffee place deserves some homage so here they are ~!

Minty chocolate, guess who ordered this ? Not me of course, too fattening.

Oreo Mocha Frappe. Yummy, this drink will certainly make pok's BMT somewhat more difficult, too bad he drank it all =X

During my holidays, i visited my gramps in penang and i just happened to take this picture using my chocolate =X The building is really nice if you know how to appreciate it. Looks nice from far at least.

Well 2007 is coming in a few days time, and that means, project, industrial attachment, new club activities and hopefully something happy can happen to me ya ? Refer to previous post for more info regarding the statement.

Faito~~~ oh !

PS. Who the heck got the patience to read finish that crap below ?!! I just rel-ooked into it and its damn bloody long....

Friday, December 15, 2006

057 : hohoho december hols kita~~


How's everyone so far ? Eating well, sleeping well ? Jobbing ? Whatever it is, please kindly treasure your youth ! Cause seriously, "you only live once". And once we're pass this age, that's it, gone forever. If my memory serves me right, i should said this more than just a few times already, and its darn important most people get this fact right. Picture above taken in campsite on day 2 after area cleaning, boy was i shacked, could barely smile there. Gala night had been quite the camp i did, and boy was it challenging.

I've always like philosophies, and theories of idealism and the boundless topic of dreams, ambitions and pretty much everything classified under "positive thoughts". I used to tell some people to "work hard" and "you can do it" or even maybe "be optimistic". If you had one way another been lectured by me with things along those lines, then, there is a serious need for me to apologize. Why you ask ? Why indeed. Let me just drive you readers round in circles first.

Personally, i hate the likes of people who i tag as "NATO", which abbreviates for "No Action Talk Only". You can get the meaning just by reading off the previous sentence out loud, so i shall not elaborate on that part. When people say something, its NATURAL for them to do it, and even if they don't, i think its appropriate to do a simple humble apology. Sure, its agreeable that sometimes "sorry" can be a little hard to say, and admitting your own mistakes might require all the courage in the world too, but for the sake of others, at least show some effort in showing some sort of apology or sort.

As annoying as complacent our society is, people need not be so mean such that every word that comes out of the mouth reeks of hate, destruction, and even maybe jealousy. Words are powerful tools to convey thought and feelings. Each word, no matter what the language packs a punch when used wrongly, even if it was unintentional. Sometimes, "sorry" can't solve shit at all after the damage is done. Point is, do not say what you will regret in the future, and always think thrice when making an important statement about an issue or even somebody. This was one of the lesson i learned so far this year.

The human body is weak, and the mind is most of the time weaker. Training for the mind should start young, really, and for this fact, and for the way i can communicate myself today with everyone, i really should have my thanks for my parents who brought me up. Its amazing how a person's childhood could affect him or her for the entire(not very long) life span, the things/skills we learn and the traits that our parents had instill into us can actually change a person's life.

Humans are interesting little pathetic creates, in which when put in comparison with the entire universe, it awfully seems so really insignificant. As a single individual, an entity and a thinking vibrating blob of cells, and surprising this thing grows up to something incredible which can do many many things. However still, when compared to the likes of "god", a single human existence including yours and mine ain't even equal to the period at the end of this sentence.

To remember the quote from don't know who, "The human life can be separated into 2 halves, the first half being trained in habits, and the second being relying on the trained habits." Do you still actually think you are still young ? I'm somewhere past 18 now, and every time i see my teachers and my older rover mates, and even my mom sometimes, i cannot help to stop and wonder, 20 years/30 years from today, where will i be, what will i do and how will i be like. It seriously scares the spleens out of me when i think about it, and as much as possible, i think POSITIVELY about it. And of course, the same logic, we always need a contrast between a good and the bad, therefore i sometimes for think NEGATIVELY too. So my thoughts are like a sine curve, and i found it annoying too.

I've been told i whine too much, i act too "unman" and these harsh words had taken a toll on me awhile back. So how ? I think positively and optimistically, and thus so, i avoided the issue and problem. I try hard to think maturely, and i put myself in everyone's shoes whenever possible if there is a problem that should be worked out. Its really tiring, and i really really really want to give up there. For once, and maybe from now onwards, i should not be so nice to people because doing so, and especially in our century of rapid growth, they will really take advantage of me.

This is dragging a little bit, but once in a while this is a good way to do some thinking and maybe share it with some people who are going through the same thing. I would like to take this chance to write somethings i would not normally say in person. I want to thank all who had somehow someway helped me in my life. This includes bullies, teachers who had hit me when i was young, and troublemakers in my scouts group who seriously know nothing about being disciplined, and even that lady who shattered me into quarks for which i had yet to get even about. They were walls for me to help me grow, to help me mature. For there were no obstacles such as these people, i cannot imagine what kind of person i would be like. A big thank you to you know who, whom had helped me mentally and gave me the moral support i needed the past year, and the year 2006 so far had been the rockiest and "most fun" period ever. This blog is public, and who knows who might read it, maybe even my mom is going to read it some of it, so i should never ever bad mouth or even "praise" her. Nevertheless, if somehow i had disappeared somewhere, thanks mom for bringing me up far.

Back to the issue at hand, i myself had been pretty much NATO-ing. Pot calling the kettle black eh ? And for this very truth right now, i had been disappointed in myself for being so. And the current yk is seriously not up to standard. I had been saying a lot, i had been trying to prove that i am capable, but all these things i had said, were all bull shit. Nothing had been motivating me to do things, and recently i felt pretty much useless, as if like a living parasite, leeching off the world of its energy. Somehow in the future, i must make up for it.

From now on, *sweats*, to quote scouts, i hereby promise to do my best, and for every move i make, i shall be deemed responsible to the life that i owe to my parents and my precious friends around me. Now i should ask my myself some questions.

-What do i want to achieve in life.
-What can the current me achieve in life and how far my capabilities can take me.
-What are indeed my limits ?
-What can i do right now to improve the situation i am in now ?

There are many other things i need to do before i leave this place, for i feel that there is a need for remembrance for my existence no matter how minute it is. I still need to tell her how i feel, i still need to buck up and meet the expectation of myself and friends, and many many trivial issues.

I am not going to think too much about planning my future anymore as 2006 had taught me many lessons of the unthinkable and the unpredictable things. Ben asked me whether i believed in fate or even destiny, and to that question, my answer is, no i am not sure, and i won't be bothered even if they existed or not.

Enjoy the holidays people, live your life to the fullest, and if one day we leave this place, leave happy without resent for what we had not achieved or accomplished. Back to work ! Can't believe i spent 1 hour typing this, please tag your views or click comments below. Thanks for reading this 1500 word post.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

056 : johnny~part2

johnny~part1

With a bed wet full of cold sweat, johnny woke up from a rather bad dream of reality. Some when in the past, some one had told him if he does not mature and grow up, reality would come in the form of a nasty entity and bash the shit out of him. Of course, being the dim witted little man, he told himself "nah can't be true" and hurried along his miserable insignificant life.

Of course, as mentioned, reality came, and did extracted a respectable amount of shit out of him. The entity of course too, was in the form of the dream. But dreams aren't true and can't be true can they ? He dreamed that he had real colourful horns and he was being mock by the son of billy g@tes with a 2000 in 1 card reader in his hands.

In that dream, other than being mocked, he was working for a stupid mobile phone company with crappy policies which made nuts sense. In that dream, years of torturous experiences passed by like a SM mistress with a whip equipped with a taser gun. In that dream, he wore manties to work and was being laughed at.

Its of no wonder, he suffered from dehydration after drenching his bed in sweat and he johnny had to be hospitalized for the same reason. He knew he needed a psychiatrist more than a doctor, he needed someone to listen to him and maybe treat him of his mental illness. After some thinking he decided not too anymore, as doing so would also require a banker, as he's dirt broke and cannot afford a psychiatrist.

Johnny once , during the stay in hospital in which he was excused from work and education in university, saw a bright warm light which was undulating from the end of a dark dark tunnel. It was the warmth of the mother when she holds a new born, it was the same warmth a nurse gives you that cost your entire CPF when your children abandons you when you are old. It was no matter what, warm.

In university, where johnny studied construction law, the only warmth he felt was the pathetic 80cents cup of coffee he drinks before class starts. Everyone was cold to him in school, he was unpopular, uncool, and like a total loser you see on TV. The light he sees at the end of the tunnel was indeed warm. Johnny did not want to wake up from this dream and had tried his best to remain asleep, in the dream.

Ultimately he did want to wake up from that dream. The warmth was from the tonnes and tonnes of coal being burned to fuel an engine, and the bright light, the headlights of a incoming train. Surprised, johnny ran like a Olympic runner and gradually he gained wings and felt that his body is getting lighter. He smiled and gain speed, and gained altitude too. His smile widen as he sees the distance from him and train getting wider with each passing moment. And with a loud bang on his head as he hit the ceiling of the tunnel, he woke up from the dream.

"Shit." he said.

-Stay tune for the next part as he journeys to school.-