Random Much?

I was supposed to write this post after my exam, as promised, but I think I’m just gonna write it now since I’ll be spending the whole day in the library and it’ll be impossible for me to sit and study for 8 hours. Give me 2 seconds while I twist and turn to find a cosy position since I’m hoping it’ll be a long post to make up for all the recent reflections and thoughts that I’ve failed to pen for, 2 months? And trust me, I know what it’s like to open a blog and be disappointed to see the same thing over and over again (doesn’t matter whether it’s a good blog).

The past few days have been such a drag for me with the exams and assignment marks coming my way. It’s that time of the year where I travel outside my comfort zone of being able to just drift through life without having that many doubts about my own capabilities. Well, what does it really mean when you say you’re not in your comfort zone? Does it simply mean that you’re somehow in unfamiliar territory where things are just not how you like them to be? Or do you reckon it’s just transition for a change that’s about to hit you?

What’s more significant is the fact that most people (and yes, most people includes me) tend to just crawl back into their comfort zone without actually trying to embrace it, feel/do something different for a change and just go along with the flow. Every time I move back to it, It feels as though I’ve lost a small fraction of thrill and excitement in life. I mean, there’s nothing to life if you look forward to a brand new day knowing you’ve got nothing to look forward to? Don’t you think a person’s comfort zone would become a case of ‘same shit, different day‘ if it just carries on that way for a long period of time?

Just the other day, I was listening to an oldies channel, pretty much the Light and Easy station of Brisbane and they were playing that Billy Joel song titled Honesty. Don’t know if you guys have heard of it but it’s one of those songs that seemed simple but pretty much sums up the true meaning of what the song is all about. Honesty. The lyrics went something like ‘’ Honesty is such a lonely word, everyone is so untrue. “. And don’t you think that’s true? I mean, most of the time people lie and justify it by telling themselves that they do it for the sake of the person they are lying to. They say the truth is overrated because if no one were to find out about their lies, both parties are happy because most of the time, the truth is what hurts right? Of course, everyone has their own definition of a lie but doesn’t a lie simply mean not telling the truth?

You can tell someone that what he/she is wearing is nice when it isn’t and that’s clearly a plain and simple lie. Yeah yeah, you didn’t want to hurt his/her feelings and make it all awkward by giving him/her your honest opinion. But doesn’t it mean that you’re cultivating a habit, a habit of not telling the truth? Old habits die hard and a few small lies like that would someday mean you’ll tell a bigger one. I’m not sure if it was an English or Chinese saying but it is said that everything bad starts with something small and insignificant and becomes worse. Like how a person who’s good at lying, turns into a thief and then ends up being a full-time robber. At the end of it all, it’s down to whether you think the end justifies the means or doing the right thing in the first place is more important. What do you think?

On a very different note, as most of you would’ve known, Barack Obama is now the president-elect of the U.S which is something most, if not everyone predicted to happen. A majority of the people think that it’s a great achievement that the U.S have evolved from the days of apartheid to electing a black man to lead their country. They think that skin colour would no longer be a distinguishing factor in the U.S as ‘proven’ by the elections but if voting for someone because he/she is not black is racism, why doesn’t the same theory apply to only voting for someone because he’s black? I know it’s a fact that might be hard to swallow but I think that the elections in the U.S was in some way a means of proving that racism no longer exists on a large scale there. By saying this, I’m not really doubting Obama’s capabilities as a president but I guess there are always 2 sides to the story.

The funny thing is, after this happened, Badawi who I must say enjoys long naps while his family members run the country, has come out to say that anyone can be the Prime Minister of Malaysia regardless of their race. I must say, that’ll either take a long long time or it’ll take what I thought happened in the U.S for that to materialise. I’m not a big fan of all this political bullshit but when it comes to Malaysian politics, I have to say it takes the number one spot in terms of sex scandals, lies and money laundering.

Emotions

It has all been quite a blur to me how someone can actually change from being thankful that they’ve been given the gift of life for one minute and not want to be on the face of the Earth the next. Don’t you think it’s so unfair how sometimes you just can’t help it when your emotions start playing up and you sometimes feel as though there is no meaning to life? I’m not sure if everyone has felt this way before but I have and it’s definitely one of the worst feelings I have ever experienced in my 18 years of life (hah, since last week if you didn’t notice). I don’t remember who I heard this from but it probably holds a lot of truth and I thought I’d share it with you guys. He/She said something like “ When you look at someone, he/she may look happy and contented but how do you know he/she doesn’t cry him/herself to sleep? ‘’. Try to think of one person that looks really happy all the time and ask yourself if you really do know if it’s genuine happiness or just him/her being in the moment. Like I said, who can really tell something’s bothering him unless he/her shows it physically with that frown on his/her face or sighs every now and then. Who knows? I guess human emotions are created in such a way that they’re meant to vary every so often just to make you appreciate the times when you are happy and to look back at the happy times when you’re not. Stop me if you think I’m wrong here. I mean, like I said earlier, even the most optimistic person would have his bad day and feel as though whatever ‘problems’ whether real or imaginary ones created out of insecurity would all of a sudden appear out of nowhere and he’d feel as though there were bricks laid onto his chest. I guess what makes optimists different from the pessimists is how long it takes for them to get back to their happy self and stay that way longer. The worst thing about all these feelings and emotions is that it always has a way of biting you in the ass with the ‘’perfect’’ timings. To look at all these emotions through a negative perspective was definitely unfair but it’s these emotions that make the good ones seem like the best thing in the world. So if you think that life’s been tough on you, always remember that everything happens for a reason and the reason, it’s definitely a good one.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder...

Sigh, it's been such a long time since I last blogged. I wonder where all that mojo has gone coz i've just been postponing it from one day to another probably hoping for that " i MUST blog '' feeling to come back to me. Hah, I guess that day never came. Much like how you'll never get everything that you wish for. :) This post is gonna be really random coz I'll be like skipping from one topic to the other depending on what I recall mulling over the holidays.

Well anyway, the other day I was overhearing the conversation my father was having with one of my uncles. I don't remember how the topic came to light but they were talking about money and I heard one of them saying " When will we have enough? Getting rich is like chasing your own tail, you'll never be satisfied with your own wealth. I guess we all just have to know when to stop ".


And it was then that it hit me that all of that held a lot of truth, that money is pretty much the root of all evil. I mean, take the richest man on earth for example, whether it'd be that Mexican tycoon, the man at Ikea's helm or Microsoft's head of the house, they may be able to afford islands but they can't buy say, a poor Asean country. Gosh, it was hard thinking of something that they couldn't afford, but anyway, I hope that point of mine got through.

Of course, it's easy to say that some things in life just can't be bought but whoever says they can live without money is probably just talking with their butts. The difficult part of all that money business is to know when enough is enough and that spending all that time would only extend that barrier between you and other simple things in life that make you happy. And I wonder if I'll be asking myself this very question in the later parts of my life.


And on a totally different note, I'm sure as a teenager you have felt as though your parents existed in this world to torture you, and most of the time, it's because you're angry with what they did/said. No? I don't know about you, but i think parents in general have really high expectations for their children and sometimes expect them to do things that are beyond their reach.


I mean, these expectations are not exactly impossible but to the child, it's sacrificing things that they feel are worth more than let's say, better results for their exams. I know I know, good exam results will allow for more options in the future but really, how important is that compared to things like friendship and nurturing one's values and principles? That I really don't know. It's not as though there's a weighing scale that tells you whether to continue pursuing one or the other. What do you think?

I have to say, it's great to finally be back blogging.. :)

Sex

A says:
an american friend told me once
A says:
that normal guys think of sex every 10 seconds
A says:
while he, 7 seconds
A says:
lol
Jeremy says:
lol.
Jeremy says:
that's just bullshit..
Jeremy says:
maybe for him, yes..
Jeremy says:
but for a normal guy to think of sex every 10 seconds.. i have to say, sex will become REALLY REALLY boring..
Jeremy says:
since it's always on ur mind

That was part of a conversation I had with my friend and I thought I'd share it with you guys. Please tell me if you agree with my statement or it's just me living in denial. :)

The Original Ending

This was what the ending was supposed to be like for Sepet.
Which one did you prefer?
Btw, the whole post was taken from the director, Yasmin Ahmad's blog for the convenience of those who wanted to know.

54. Inside father’s car, on the way to the airport.
Mum urges Orked to open the envelope. Orked takes out from the envelope, a letter and a cassette. She slips the cassette into the player and turns it on. Home recording piano solo of ‘Belaian Jiwa’ comes on. Orked is visibly moved by the song. She proceeds to open the letter. The music carries through over the next scene.


55. Same time. Ext. The road. (as per letter)

We hear the music, and over it we hear Jason’s words in his letter to Orked. We see him putting on his helmet and getting on his bike. He begins his journey to Keong’s house. He smiles to himself and looks excited. He can’t wait to get there.

JASON:
My darling Orked. God is answering my prayers. Maggie has decided not to have the baby. She said she won’t destroy her future because of one stupid man. I guess that means me. Orked, I don’t want to talk about her anymore. I want to talk about us. I tried to write a poem in Mandarin about you. I wanted to make you understand how I feel.

As the letter continues, we see Jason make a turn through some back alleys. We see some men in two cars catch sight of him, signal to each other, and start tailing him.

JASON: (continues)
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t. I tried for days. The more I wrote, the more empty my words sounded. At first I felt panic. I couldn’t sleep for many nights. But then, the panic would go away everytime I saw your face, or just heard your voice. I used to write poetry because to me, it was like writing letters to God; to tell someone I couldn’t see, how I felt inside. Then finally, God replied. With a poem more beautiful than anything I had ever written. He gave me you.

We see one car follow Jason into the alley. Realising he’s being followed, Jason speeds towards the end of the alley. The other call pulls up on that side. Jason brakes. We see him flung through the air as the men come out of their cars, whip out their guns and open fire at him.

JASON:
You are my poetry from God, Orked. Let me hear your voice. Please call me. I will be waiting. Just call me, Orked, so I can sleep peacefully again. Your sayang, Jason.

Jason is lying on the ground. His body is bullet-ridden and bloody, but he’s still alive. He is breathing heavily and mutters something unintelligeable under his breath. His eyes just stare at the sky. As we move in closer to his face, we see a tear streaming down the side of his temple.

Jimmy steps out of a car. His head is partly wrapped in bandage. He walks up to Jason with a gun in his hand and puts the nozzle on one of his eyes.

Cut to far end of the alley as some policemen step out of their car just in time to see, from a distance, Jimmy hover over Jason’s body and pull the trigger.


56. Same time. (Continue scene 54) Inside Orked’s father’s car.

Orked puts down the letter, puts her arms around her mother and cries her eyes out. Her mother looks to their father as if asking for his help.

Father is visibly moved by the sincerity of his daughter’s tears.

He speaks loudly so as to be heard above his daughter’s weeping.

ABAHr:
Look, I have a really bad feeling about all this. I don’t know how to put it in any other way, but I don’t like the idea of you going out with a boy involved with gangsters and who made a girl pregnant.

He pauses for a moment to take a deep breath and organise his thoughts. Orked stops sobbing and listens. He continues.

ABAH:
You are my only child, Ked. All I want is for you to be safe and happy. Because I don’t know if I’ll be around long enough to see you through. I know jodoh is in God’s hands, and that as a human being, ultimately I have no idea what’s good and what’s not for you. But... I really, really don’t think this one particular boy is the right one for you. I’m sorry.

Orked starts to sob quietly. Suddenly, mother looks at father as if she has just seen a ghost.

MAK:
What did you just say, sayang?

ABAH:
What? I’m sorry?

MAK:
No, no. Before that.

ABAH:
I don’t think...

MAK:
No. You said... I really, really don’t think this one particular boy...

MAK/ABAH (together):
...is the right one for you.

MAK:
Those were the EXACT words aruah Abah said to me, when I told him that I wanted to marry you, sayang.

Orked suddenly stops sobbing and mutters “Yin-fen” under her breath. Her mother turns around and speaks to Orked as calmly as she can, slowly and deliberately. She wipes the tears off her own face, then off Orked’s face, as she speaks.

MAK:
Listen to me. I have been speaking to Jason many times over the phone these last few days. Yam too. He told us not to tell you. He also said that he wasn’t sure if you loved him because you never really said so. He’s still waiting for your call. My advice would be that if you really love him, this will be your last chance to tell him in a long, long time.

Orked looks at her mother in a way that could melt any heart.

ORKED:
Mak. Please may I borrow your phone...


57. Alley where Jason was shot.

The gangsters have been handcuffed and are being ushered into Black Marias. Paramedics covers Jason’s body and carry it off on a stretcher. We see policemen talking to their walkie-talkies and we hear static and people taking from the other end.

Out of the blue, a mobile phone rings. A policeman picks up Jason’s blood-stained pouch lying on the ground, opens it, and takes out the phone. He answers it.

Cut to a far shot of the policeman talking to the phone.


58. Same time. Ext. Outside Keong’s house.

Keong is sitting in the hot sun, by the drain outside the family’s terrace house. He is waiting for Jason.

He looks across the street and sees the little Chinese boy and the little Malay girl from Scene 1 in a playground, sharing a swing.

Keong looks down at the cast on his arm. He sees Jason’s handwriting on it. Keong bends his arm a little to read it. It says:

“I'm sorry. (signed) Jason.”


59. Day. Int. Living room of jason’s shophouse.

Close-up of Jason’s poetry book. It is open. We hear Jason’s voice start reading from the page.

JASON:
Bless this little heart,
this white soul that has won the kiss of heaven.
He loves the light of the sun,
He loves the sight of his mother’s face.
He has not learnt to hate the dust, and love the gold.
Clasp him to your heart and bless him.
He has come into this land of 100 crossroads.
I know not how he chose you from the crowd,
came to your door, grasped your hand to ask his way.

We slowly pull away from the book as Jason’s voice continues to read. As we go further from the book, we see that there’s no Jason, just his voice.

JASON:
He followed you, laughing and talking, without a doubt
in his heart.
Keep his trust, lead him straight, and bless him.
Lay your hand on his head,
and pray that though the waves beneath him grow
threatening,
yet the breath from above him will fill his sails and
waft him to the haven of peace.

We pull further until we reach Jason’s mother lying on the sofa. She’s sleeping peacefully. We close in on her face as Jason’s voice completes the poem.

JASON:
Forget him not in your hurry,
let him come to your heart and bless him...
Goodnight, mah.

Cut to black. Roll credits.

Movies

Do you notice how you always watch movies but tend to miss out on some of the meaningful things that were said by the actors/actresses only to read it somewhere knowing you've heard of it before? Lol and no, i'm not talking about the boyfriends/girlfriends that put movie quotes into their love letters thinking it's a nice thing to do. That's so insincere, no?

Most of these meaningful things are said so fast in a movie that you sometimes fail to catch what he/she said and really understand what was meant by those few words. Don't you think that the good movies are often written by scriptwriters that place their heart, soul and emotion into the movie itself and imagine what they themselves would say if put in the same situation? Of course, they also tend to add a bit of flowery language to make it sound rather different and give the words more life.


Let's take 'Sepet' as an example so I can directly quote from a few scenes of a movie and you'll get what I mean. Those who have not watched Sepet yet might not want to read on because it may spoil the movie and I wouldn't wanna do that coz people have done the same to me and I hated it. Sepet's probably also on my top 10 movies list because it brings out all the humour, romance and drama a movie should with lots of Malaysian cultures that I can relate to (pirated dvds, pasar malams, gangsterism and an incapable Prime Minister). Anyway, I'll give you the link for the movie just in case anyone wants to watch or rewatch it on Crunchy Roll.

Those who want to read on but have not watched the movie, just to let you know, Orked's the Malay girl and Jason's the Chinese boy and it revolves around them for most of the movie.


Part 1
Orked: It's like what I said, you like who you like. I mean, who cares if that someone likes the other someone because of their race. It’s when they hate them, that’s the problem.

The first time I watched the movie I think I missed out on what she said. This was probably written in relation to some of the racial tensions that have plagued Malaysia for the past few decades. Malaysians must realise that they have lived harmoniously over the past 50 years albeit the unforseen May 13th 1969 incident and that whatever the government throws their way(eg: petrol price hike), these are just minor challenges compared to maintaining racial harmony. No matter what the Prime Minister or opposition leaders say, the people/rakyat are the ones who will decide who governs this country and no one can take that away from us.

Part 2
Orked: I like your hair.
Jason: Thanks.
Orked: Where’d you get your hair done?
Jason: Bisexual hair salon.
Orked: I think you meant unisex hair salon.

I burst out in laughter the first time I watched this scene. Don't you think it's funny how a simple mistake like this can make such a big difference to the meaning of the whole sentence?

Part 3
Jason: Orked, how long do you think it takes to fall in love?
Orked: A minute. How long did it take for you to fall in love with me?
Jason: Less than that.


Although this part was quite cliche, I could feel the sincerity from both Jason and Orked even though I was watching the movie for the second time and knew every word the 2 of them were gonna say to each other. I think that there's no such thing as love at first sight and that it doesn't mean that if he/she's already your boyfriend that you do love him/her. Love takes time and you would know it's love when you're ready to look him/her in the eye and tell him/her that you love him/her. And yes, it takes less than a minute to realise it.


Part 4
Orked’s Father : I’ll never understand you women even if i live to be a hundred. So pelik and confusing.
Orked’s Mother: It’s ok sayang, your job is to love us, not to understand us.


So all you women out there, is this true? Do we only have to love but not understand you? Would our love be sufficient even if we fail to understand why women enjoy things like shopping and cuddling after sex (refer to my previous post)? If the way to a man's heart is through his tummy, then how do we reach a woman's heart?

Jon Mclaughlin

I've never done this before but I've always thought the lyrics to this song was quite meaningful. If you haven't heard of him, go open your Limewire now and download any of his songs. He's quite good if you're into slow and meaningful songs. This song is titled Human and it's true that because of the sole fact that we're humans, we tend to torture ourselves by hurting and not move on and heal from our past mistakes/experiences. And always fighting what we're feeling? I'm sure I'm not the only one who has done that. I guess sometimes you just have to do the unexpected and not let yourself be blinded by all that emotion.

Can you tell me how we got in this situation
I can't seem to get you off my mind
All these ups and downs they trip up our good intentions
Nobody said this was an easy ride

Afterall, we're only human
Always fighting what we're feeling
Hurt instead of healing
Afterall, we're only human
Is there any other reason why we stay instead of leaving afterall?

Can we get back to this point in the in this conversation
When we talk things through each others eyes
Cause now all I see is a new and end devastation

Afterall, we're only human
Always fighting what we're feeling
hurt instead of healing
Afterall, we're only human
Is there any other reason why we stay instead of leaving?

I'm smart enough to know that life goes by
and it leaves a trail of broken thoughts behind
if you fear of letting go, just give me time
i'll come running to your side


Can you tell me how we got in this situation
I can't seem to get you off my mind
cause afterall we're only human
Always fighting what we're feeling
hurt instead of healing
Afterall, we're only human
Is there any other reason why we stay instead of leaving

Transformers!

This is gonna be a really short post that's meant to warn all the Transformers fans out there *cough Sheng cough Heng*. This morning I was reading like news online and there was this one piece of news on how a man was stopped from boarding a plane because he was wearing a Transformers t-shirt that had one of the characters holding a gun. He was told something like " Sir, we can't let you in because you've got a gun ON YOUR SHIRT " and had to change before he was allowed on to the plane. Seriously, do the immigration officers have no common sense or has it become that obvious and evident of how insecure this world has become? Or maybe they think that one of the Transformers is gonna jump out of the t-shirt holding a gun and try to hijack the plane.

And I was thinking of getting a Sweeney Todd shirt that would have a picture of Johnny Depp holding his blade like that. Oh well, it may be a threat to national security. :)

Men and Women

Just 10 minutes ago, I was reading a news website and I came across an article with quite an interesting article titled " Opposite sex drives you crazy - the causes ". I'm sure I wouldn't be the only one to admit the Internet has become such an important part of the lives of many that you can't live without the likes of 'Google-ing" or "YouTube-ing something. Seriously, what can't you do with a stable and fast internet connection? Shopping? E-banking? Entertainment? News? Live results?



Well anyway, back to the topic. I know that I'm probably not the first one to blog about this but I couldn't help but to use this post as an excuse as to find out more on all the guy and girl issues that most of us make fun of on a daily basis. It's weird how some things could never be explained just by studying the general 'personality side' of both sexes but somehow had something to do with science/biology.



The first one was on the perception of how women love to cuddle after sex whereas men just want to fall asleep. Hah, this I can't speak through experience but it seems as though it's always the case when u watch like dramas/movies and the wife always complains when the husband falls asleep right after sex. It is actually said that men and women both release hormones called oxytocin which is associated with love and sorta encourages bonding between the two sexes. The sad thing is, men can't control their testosterone level after sex, thereby neutralizing whatever oxytocin they produced. Mm, so all the women out there, don't blame men when they fall asleep after sex, they can't help it. :) But of course, I think it's nice to hear sweet nothings from ur loved ones at any time of the day, so don't hold back after sex. Blurt it all out when the hormones are doing its job!

Girl 1: Let's go shopping!
Girl 2: What are we buying?
Girl 1: I don't know. Let's just go and we'll definitely find something we need/want to buy.

Isn't that what tends to happen when girls go shopping? It's not the best kept secret that women can walk in shopping malls for hours and end up empty handed whereas men only need close to an hour to find what they're looking for and leave. And btw, I'm not implying that we, men, leave the shopping mall to do more productive things like playing the playstation or going for a few games of foosball with our friends ( and yes, i miss foosball ). There was also a study which was titled "Men Buy, Women Shop" that said that men enjoyed shopping only when they are specifically looking for something and not wandering aimlessly waiting for something to catch their attention. Can't blame us for being more task-oriented uh coz it all goes back to the days when men went to 'hunt' for food and losing focus meant having no food for the day.


Generally, people think that women stress about every little detail and are more likely to make mountains out of molehills whereas men seem to always have the 'situation under control'. It's probably most evident when men always insist on trying every possible route before stopping to ask for directions. And yes, this can also be explained by studying all the wonderful hormones in your body. Men, tend to have more dopamine, which is a pleasure-inducing chemical that is released when someone solves a problem whereas women produce serotonin when they relieve their stress by talking and talking and talking and talking and relating to their problems. Oops, i think that was one 'and talking' too many. Oh well.. That's not a secret too anyway, no? And i DON'T think it's a bad thing.


What I think would be fun is to have female hormones pumped into me probably a day before I die so that I can experience the fun of wandering around shopping malls and say sweet nothings instead of falling asleep after sex.. Oh wait, but if that happens, the next day when I'm meant to die, i'll have the face of a man but have boobs? I think i'll just take that back. Lol.

Assumptions for this post : I'm a MAN and not a BOY.

Note: I'm definitely not a sexist.

Champions of Europe

MUAHAHAHA! Looks like his face cost him the EPL and Champions League.

Specially for Jing to see only.

Although this is what he does best... now..Lol. ( mind u, he used to be my fav player )

*clap clap* I should've bought United instead *clap clap*

Is it me or does Silvestre look like a mannequin?

Champions of EUROPE 2007/2008.

Was it only me or did the United fans feel that it was going to be our night when you saw Drogba's shot hit the post? Who would've thought Ronaldo would miss the penalty in the shootout? Did anyone predict that Park would be left out of the squad even though he's a much better player than Fletcher? Would it have made a difference if Drogba didn't get sent off and he was the one to take the crucial penalty instead of Terry? Was the pitch just too shitty for a Champions League final?

MANY QUESTIONS LEFT UNANSWERED BUT WHAT I DO KNOW IS UNITED IS THE CHAMPIONS OF THE ENGLISH PREMIER LEAGUE AND UEFA CHAMPIONS LEAGUE! starts singing * we are the CHAMPIONS my friends * for the second time this year... and it feels great!

and i won a bet too albeit the wrong predictions. :)

Predictions

Cook VS Archuleta

Verdict : Rooting for Cook but money on Archuleta to win. It's quite obvious who the favourite would be after the difference in quality of song choice and influential judges' comments.


Manchester United VS Chelsea

Verdict: Tight game. United to succesfully launch a few counter-attacks and win by at least 2 goals. Jeremy to win the bet against Rianne. ( United, please don't make me eat my words, let's show them what we've got TONIGHT! )

I find it so weird how I always get all these random thoughts in my head everytime I take a shower in the morning. Is it the hot water that stimulates the brain to think more than someone should? Hmm. Maybe it's the aroma from the shampoo or body wash that I use that makes thinking so much easier?


Highly unlikely I suppose, it's probably just that time of the day where my brain chooses to work the most. I think the next time I'm sitting for an exam that requires lots of thinking, I'm gonna pretend I'm in the shower and maybe JUST maybe all the answers would appear in my head. :)

Well anyway, moving on to what I'm supposed to be blogging about, that random thought in my head. Have you wondered why most adults work from 9 to 5 instead of straying from their daily routine and doing something more enjoyable? And why our parents spent close to half their life working just so they can provide us with quality education or nicer clothes to wear? Or maybe the reason why most of us go to university/college everyday instead of just running away from it all and just start working?


It all sounds like a routine to you but what some people fail to see is that they are simply commited to what they do everyday. And yes, commitment isn't something that should be taken lightly. Like I said, it's what makes people do what they do everyday instead of just skipping all the hoo-hahs in life and doing what they like.


Haven't you felt the slightest temptation to just leave everything behind and start your life all over again only to dismiss that thought as being plain silly? That's the commitment to whatever you do talking and you can never seem to just brush it off.

I guess the best way to see commitment is when you look at two people who are very much in love when they are together and have stuck together through all the rough patches and the agonising times apart. It's not a secret that we humans tend to get lonely when our loved ones aren't around us. Let's say your boyfriend/girlfriend is a few thousand miles away and the two of you have to spend a considerable amount of time apart. And I'm quite sure I'm right to think that in their most loneliest of times, people tend to be pessimistic and can't help but predict the worst things that can happen. Well according to me, I won't say that it's the love that's holding the couple together, but more of the commitment towards the relationship they have built.


If you don't mind me adding this, I think it's a wonderful thing that two people can remain committed even though the relationship sometimes seems vague and unreal. Kudos to all the couples that have gone through this and have not stopped believing in the best of your partner. At the end of it all, isn't that what makes it special?

Randomness...

Hey guys! You know how the title says " Randomness that reach new heights... " and how I talked about how blogs always fall under a certain category. Well, I just thought I'd make mine different with the different types of posts that I write. :) This is probably the 2nd Picture Post and I hope you guys would find it as entertaining as I find it to be. I remember how people laughed when they saw the first one which featured my baby sister, Isabelle. These were taken during the buffet lunch on Mother's Day last weekend. Enjoy!

I pointed out a picture on the wall of a father and daughter doing the nose-to-nose pose.

We tried to copy it. :P

She asked me to teach her how to burp. Lol.

I then told her to burp, she has to open her mouth and inflate her nostrils as well. Haha.
That's how she looked close up. I was laughing so hard.

My One & Only Arm-rest

A failed attempt of the 'Titanic-Pose'

Dance move on the couch? Haha Give it a try :)

Her chin got heavy, brother saves the day. ;)

This was meant to be the serious look, but she's pouting. Cute rather than serious, no? :D

One straw. 2 mouths. Problem.

This pose was just classic! (my finger WASN'T in her nose k) Haha

WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!

MWAH MWAH MWAH!

*continues singing* we are the champions my friends..... and we'll keep on fighting till the end.. no time for losers ( Chelsea ).. cause we are the champions... of the EPL! :) Now you know why Chelsea, Liverpool and Arsenal can't win the EPL.. Thank you for proving me right United! :)

CHAMPIONS OF THE EPL SEASON 07/08

MOSCOW HERE WE COME!

You've done it again, Sir!

Makes it even sweeter.. Lol

Yu Jing : Yes yes, Giggs saved the day.. Lol Thank god he scored. My heart would've missed a few more beats if he didn't.

Jing Xiu: Chelsea? What Chelsea? Boooooo... Haha that's for saying it to my face when Chelsea was lucky to beat Man U.

And to all the United fans out there, we always take the hardest route out, but what's important is that we prevail as CHAMPIONS at the end of it all. GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED!

My One & Only High School

Sri KL, the high school I practically grew up in, is considerably one of the best private schools in Malaysia because of the vast amount of facilities and qualified teachers. I'm quite sure this isn't a biased judgement just because I was a student there but it definitely is on the same level as the likes of Sri KDU and Sri Cempaka (which includes the ridiculous fees as well). Hmm..come to think of it, i was there for 12 out of 17 years of my life which translates to about 3/4s of my life. That's a long time uh?


It won't be wrong to say that Sri KL (it should be changed to Sri SJ coz it's no longer in KL) changed my life and I'm quite sure it was for the better with all the knowledge and interesting people I got to know. These people ranged from the 'canteen auntie' in primary school who always gave me the biggest drumstick for my nasi lemak to my classmate in Standard 6 who was known as and looked really like a Mad Scientist. Do tell me if any of you guys remember who he is. Lol.

Since I'm already at this topic, why don't I share with you guys one of the 'fond' memories I had over at Sri KL. It all started when Colin and I were playing truant with the excuse of helping out with the preparations for Sports Day. If I remember correctly, it was at about 11 in the morning and the principal was making his routinely rounds around the school to make sure everything was in order. Coincidentally, Colin and I were in a classroom 2 corridors away and we happened to notice him walking towards our direction. Seeing that we were playing truant and had no excuse to do so, we had to decide whether to take our chances and remain where we were or flee from the classroom.


We were quite sure that we couldn't prove that we weren't playing truant if he were to interrogate us so we decided to run to a nearby classroom. As we were running out, I was quite sure he caught a glimpse of us but we still decided to hide behind the piano of an empty music room. We were playing the game of hide-and-seek that we were so fond of during our primary days, but this time we were playing it with the principal of our school and the odds were against us. We knew our luck ran out when we heard the door creaking open and the room that was once dark lit up as sunlight came through the open space. Our principal walked in and headed straight to the back of the piano and all I could say was " Hi Mr Chew (my principal's name) ". I wonder how stupid I sounded.


As always, there are always 2 sides to every story and Sri KL wasn't just all fun and good experiences. I remember how I used to enjoy the roti canai that they served but hated the deep-fried ''prawns'' which was mostly if not all flour. And of course, what's a school without the teachers? I enjoyed learning History with Ms Kamala being my teacher but hated how my Physics teacher explained things like " Gamma ray is a ray ". Seriously, how does that answer my question of what gamma ray is. I also enjoyed playing football during recess but hated how I had to skip my lunch.


Like all the other high schools, Sri KL aims to educate young minds hoping that they would one day be able to use their high school qualifications to enter college and go on to finding a good job. Below is an example of what a Sri KL graduate looks like. :)

Just for laughs. Rachel took a picture of a gardener who was wearing the Sri KL uniform.
Wonder where he got it from.