Ambla.

2011-02-22T01:56:00.000+08:00

"Bother not what the world wants from you, Matter most those you want to be with in this world."

~ Voices in my Head.

2011-01-26T05:37:00.000+08:00

Bolton 0-4 Chelsea: Drogba, Malouda & Anelka On Target As Blues Win First Back To Back League Games Since October

>Football news courtesy of Goal.com

The Israel Lobby

2011-01-26T05:17:00.000+08:00

The Israel Lobby

An insightful documentary into the inner workings of the Zionist agenda.
I for one believe in the theory of 'the six degree of separation',
in this case where our country is slowly adopting the big brother concept with the States, we may in effect be contributing towards Israels' expansion. The documentary reveals who the puppet masters are behind national and foreign policy making, international influences, and declarations, in America, while subliminally carrying the Zionist agenda of creating an ever larger occupation miles away in the West Bank. In between, elected officials and members are pressurized into approving the agenda and to shun or remove those unaligned to the rhetoric, regardless of which political stance the persons may have, for as long as the provisions to the existence of Israel keeps coming, either through trade policies, or I would personally add, corporately, through public relations or even clandestine operations meant to influence the geo political nature in any country.

I would vouch for this, but by doing so I might just be kidnapped and be waterboarded by the Mossad.

but again I reiterate, it's an eye opener.

> courtesy of www.freedocumentaries.org

2011 Entry.

2011-01-21T03:27:00.001+08:00

I took the initiative to revamp my blog as part of a new path I chose to head, and along with me it must follow.

Therefore,

as IRL would be, to self cleanse a soul involves stripping of the unnecessary, here it would just be to revert to a douchy plain white template, rid of the other distracting tabs and ads, nothing catastrophic as I personally would expect.

Kinda zen like in my opinion.

Well it does keep me up to spruce up the liveries a bit.

A clean blog is like a clean thought. The emphasis must be on the content, not the context, no?

Let me just be clear that whatever changes happened here does not reflect on the bullshit content I still insert as posts, a shit with flowers is still plain shit.

So if it does stink, buzz off.

If you enjoy getting high on methane, then stay for the fun.

Welcome to 2011.

2010-04-14T01:53:00.000+08:00

Okay. I believe there was a post between the last post below and the current date now. Not 'a', but more.
Sadly, the cache of memory in my head is currently mishandled, I mistakenly deleted some as I was testing out the new blogging apps I got for the iFraud.

Its fantastic actually.

It does provide mobility and offline composition of idiotic ramblings and nags, the complaints department wouldn't accept.
Some say it works well as a tool of journalism. More versatile than the usual pen & pad.
Hey! Who knows I might just witness a murder, be the first one to spread the news, dramatize the event as much as possible, expect royalties to come in paid by a news agent that bothers (Kosmo!, MM) + ???? = Profit!

South Park theorem doesn't seem to apply here, much like the useless rantings I'm doing currently right now.
I don't have the 'juice' to create an exciting and thoughtful entries, even a simple creative entry couldn't be cropped up.
As of now, since I can't really pay attention to anything, I'll still let music speak the universal language.

2010-02-18T14:16:00.000+08:00

Just ignore the caption, song's good.
Enjoy.

Cupid Will Always know his Way Around.

2010-02-14T10:53:00.002+08:00

The sweetest news I've heard by far, an example of the perseverance of love.
With that, I wish everyone, where and whoever you are, a Happy Valentines Day.
May everyone be showered with love, or in the process of making either :P

John Terry did.

2010-02-14T04:19:00.000+08:00

Why didn't I get that for my 5th birthday?

You Would Not Believe your Eyes, if 10 Million Dragonflies?... (H5 Test Shots)

2010-02-14T03:49:00.001+08:00

of Cyberspace Odd-ysies

2010-02-12T23:43:00.001+08:00

> Kid Cudi punches a fan in Vancouver after a confused wallet exchange with a fan went rowdy.
   Yesterday, Mr. Solo Dolo has apologized to the unlucky fan, blaming it on his alcohol consumption.
   Nonetheless, his beats are still pumping and ready to premiere his HBO series How To Make it in
America.
   Want more celebrity bust-ups, click here!

> A seven-year old kid gave Utah police an exciting Sunday by having them chase him around a
   residential area, later continued on foot after ditching his dad's car. Reason : He didn't wanna go to church.
   XD

> BlackBerry stops a bullet and saves a relationship? Amounting reasons just to buy one. =P

> An awesome history of time, flipbook style!

> By far the best possible Valentine's Day gift I've seen on the net called the G-Spot mouse *scoffs*, view at your own erotic discretion =D

> DJ makes a tribute mash-up of the best Quentin Tarantino's movies, pretty sick shit, thats what I'll say :

The Tarantino Mixtape from Eclectic Method on Vimeo.

> When Patrice Evra, 8-bit Gaming popularity, and sporting giant Nike mixes in a blender, they come up
     with this :

> There's a new upcoming game, apparently has the best damn title ever. Take a hint? No you will never cause here it is : Dudebro, My Shit is Fucked Up So I Got to Shoot/Slice You II: It’s Straight-Up Dawg Time. Now weep.

> Last but not least, here's a picture of a giant crab. Like bloody GIANT I tell yers'. Arrrrrr!!

2010-02-12T23:41:00.000+08:00

From the iTouch.

2010-02-12T20:30:00.000+08:00

Okay.
This is simply a new thing for me.
Quite suprised that this is capable.

Hahhahahahahaha, this is freaking awesome!!!!!

I'm so gonna be active in these pages again =D

wonder if I could post pictures after this.

Good Morning =D ( 2 Mv Mornings)

2010-02-12T10:34:00.000+08:00

Mornin' err'one!

2010-02-12T03:46:00.000+08:00

Well the whole riff-raff when it came to the pwned orang asli in the jungle trying to pick "petai's" kinda tickled my funny bone, seeing how the story came to light and dumbed down by revelating facts after that.
The whole booby trap set-up, shotgun shots and spear wounds on a year-old tiger just says that as humans, greed has always been the drive to alot of fallacy. Alot.
So in all, to whoever that may concern, poachers, middlemen, and always-willing-for-money Orang asli's, if ever you are caught in a vicious "catfight", all I can say is "PADAN MUKA!" (in your face in Malay)

Clash of the Titans, premieres 25th March '10.

2010-02-12T02:11:00.000+08:00

I wanawanawanawanawanawanawanawanwanawanwanwnanwnanwnan watch!
*droooooooooolssss*

I'm a sucker for epic roman/greek/nordic/egyptic/semitic/hispanic/static/mormonic/demonic/chronic mythologies +D
and its only better as its influenced by the 300-esque, blood and testosterone induced, cinematography.

Addiction to Licks.

2010-02-12T01:54:00.006+08:00

From making the kind of tunes you'd wanna touch yourself to, to the kind of power chord solo (the piece Eddie Van Halen played in the original) he'd pull off such as in :

He doesn't appear in the music video, but just contributed to the riff @ 2:24.
John Mayer has been always anywhere you'd probably expect (most women wish to have him in their closet =P), performing in the grammy's, accompanied numerous exciting recording artistes with his expandable guitar skills, the combination of a low-key guitarist with charms of a legendary string hero and the star-studded relationships, had pretty much made him iconic in the American music industry.

Well in recent news, it is heard that Mayer may head the new Fall out Boy line up after the departure of Pete Wentz and its vocalist, Patrick Stump. Joining Mayer may possibly be Mark Hoppus, the founding member and bassist for Blink 182.
Now that's a major turnover for FOB, already making good tracks for the past few years.
With the arrival of two major players in the field, what would be anymore sweeter for this decade's solid rock performers!
It might seem far-fetched for success but hey, its not like the collaboration shitty artistes trying to bang for a buck due to the lack of profit being solo.
I'll keep this in anticipation.

In the mean time, this is by far my favorite rendition of "Human Nature", from JM :

I made so many muscles, sometimes I wonder where the one on the inside went...

2010-02-12T01:25:00.000+08:00

Sad 'Fiddy' cent...
XD

People born in the Chinese Snake year.

2010-02-11T01:11:00.001+08:00

Muhammad Ali
Kim Basinger
Tony Blair
Pierce Brosnan
Tom Conti
Randy Crawford
Jim Davidson
Bob Dylan
Henry Fonda
Mahatma Gandhi
Greta Garbo
Art Garfunkel
Dizzy Gillespie
Stacy Keach
Howard Keel
John F. Kennedy
Carole King
James Last
Dame Vera Lynn
Linda McCartney
Mao Tse-tung
Nigel Mansell
Dean Martin
Robert Mitchum
Bob Newhart
Ryan O'Neal
Dorothy Parker
Pablo Picasso
Mary Pickford
Andre Previn
Helen Reddy
Griff Rhys-Jones
Franklin D. Roosevelt
Mickey Rourke
Franz Schubert
Brooke Shields
Paul Simon
Dionne Warwick
Charlie Watts
Ruby Wax
Oprah Winfrey
Virginia Woolf
Victoria Wood
Susannah York

I like this fact. =D
More info click here : Chinese Horoscope, Snake Year.

If I pick up the sax one day, I'll start out with this tune!

2010-02-11T01:07:00.000+08:00

What to do when it all goes wrong? =D

2010-02-07T10:42:00.003+08:00

We Walk!

just being too lazy on a Sunday morning. But yeah, I'm gonna grab the morning and kick it in the nuts so bad, the sun can't sleep at night!
But when does it actually?

Hmmm, I'm already ecstatic in the morning like I usually don't.
I gotta get rid of insomnia while I'm ahead.

In the mean time, I'm just gonna run videos here, until I reach a state of tranquility worthy of creating some sensible posts soon.

2010-02-06T01:47:00.000+08:00

Mmmmm, mutant offspring of an angry sting ray on wheels. Beautiful.

2010-02-06T00:23:00.002+08:00

*drools* me likey!

2010-02-02T21:21:00.000+08:00

2010-02-02T21:15:00.002+08:00

sial sial sial. ini semua sial.

is this what would be the assumed "susah-susah dahulu, senang-senang kemudian"?

at my point right now, its just plain "kais pagi makan pagi, kais petang makan petang".

better dead than alive.

and the spirits boils down.

i gotta slow my roll.
3 years of vices has to go on pause.
another boring year ahead.
20fucking10

Breaking Ranks.

2009-11-19T02:44:00.003+08:00

Now, I know I have not been spending much time updating these spaces.
But Chri-seriously? Do I suffer from agenda deficiency that forces me to think of something to compose, let alone the fact I couldn't stay still in one place.

Not much had happened, the passing of my grandfather sent a ripple and a reminder to my heart.
Notice how heart and earth are just a jumble away?

Lethargy is a prescription. Suffering daily doses of it.

Had a good pre-post-exam party, which ended in fun rejections and a nasty crotch burn out :/

Papers finishing soon so Its a few days away and we'll be breaking ranks.

I dont even know what else to do these days.

LhasbeenItooFboringEthesedays.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmkay!

c ya!

2009-10-30T21:32:00.002+08:00

'Nawan' was tattooed on his forearm. Six flowers* tattooed on his back, representing the clan he was from. *The sixth half finished due to pain intolerance, representing the human nature that he had in him.
He was one of the first Homeguards, then promoted to Police rank, during the Emergency and Konfrontasi of Malaya in Sarawak.
Though a worn out exterior, within was a flame refusing to be put to rest.

Warrior. Headhunter. Mentor. Protector.
My mothers father.
Grandfather for my siblings and me.

You will be deeply, deeply missed.
3-Volley Salute to you Akik.

2009-10-18T21:17:00.001+08:00

Cafe World. Loud Music from the iFraud. Contract Text book.

Nao thats life.

2009-10-18T02:36:00.005+08:00

Happy Deepavali '09, directed to my indian friends, of the hindu faith, those involved and invited to be involved, may the year ahead bring forth luck and prosper for all!

2009-10-17T00:45:00.004+08:00

"....Janganlah kau tinggalkan diriku,
Takkan mampu menghadapi semua,
Hanya bersamamu ku akan bisa."

2009-10-16T22:54:00.003+08:00

Something went terribly wrong.

I don't know.

I just feel it.

By god please let it not be real.

Only 3 months away.

2009-10-15T23:57:00.003+08:00

On my Movie Hit-List :

Release in Malaysia : October 22nd, 2009.

Hopes it doesn't disappoint, unlike Guy Richie's recent effort.

2009-10-14T01:13:00.000+08:00

Now here's a closed captioned sarcasm I experienced through Google :

a) Out of interest, artistic curiosity perhaps, I typed in "Slow Motion Pictures" in Google search bar. Pressed 'Enter' and proceeded to wait.

b) Waiting process over, results displayed. Now, unhappy with the picture resolution(size), I clicked on 'Image Size' selection and selected a nice 1024x768 resolution for the pictures(perfect on a "32 screen, better yet if it's full HD). Now wait again.

*This waiting segment is brought to you by Streamyx*

c) Wait's over and came the results. Expecting high quality shots of an egg crashing down on the floor, a python striking its prey, the splash of a water droplet, a bullet passing through glass or even a cheetah running, at hundreds of frames per second.

d) Expectations annulled. Continued to wait again in hopes that someone could enlighten me as to what slow motion picture and a Snail have in common.

e) Now here comes...... sarcasm.

f) end.

I'm more annoyed than humored.
the accused : damn Cache, Cookies and Browsing History.

XD

2009-10-14T00:34:00.001+08:00

I can't believe I open my blog now and then, without the consideration to update, for the sake of just glancing at that baby Shin Chan look-a-like.

everytime I look at it, just can't help to go awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

perhaps its the subliminal reason why I'd not update archive of thoughts.

keeps my mind at bay.

*Just donno wut to update la, geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez*

Nasi lemak@Shanmuga would be nice.

2009-09-22T03:07:00.000+08:00

R.I.P. Yoshito Usui.

Author and cartoonist for the popular, and one I had followed religiously since it was first sold in Malaysia, called 'Crayon Shin Chan'.

He was 51.

*I'm actually sobbing*

you will be missed my friend. Thanks for growing up with me. =)

Lotus granted 13th entry for 2010

2009-09-16T00:47:00.000+08:00

The Lotus F1 team has been awarded the 13th entry in the 2010 Formula 1 championship, the governing body announced on Tuesday.

The FIA said it had also received an "impressive" application from the BMW Sauber team, but given the uncertainty about the ownership of the Hinwil squad the governing body decided to give the entry to Lotus.

BMW was, however, given the "14th place" in case any vacancy arises on the 2010 grid.

The governing body added the it will look into expanding the grid to 14 teams, "consulting urgently with the existing teams regarding the introduction of an appropriate rule change to expand the grid to 28 cars in time for the first Grand Prix in 2010."

As revealed by AUTOSPORT earlier this month, the Lotus entry will be backed a company called 1Malaysia F1 Team Sdn Bhd, with Tony Fernandes as team principal. Fernandes is the founder and CEO of the Malaysian-based Tune Group, owner of the Air Asia airline.

The FIA said Mike Gascoyne will be the team's technical director and that Lotus will use Cosworth engines.

The company is a partnership between the Malaysian government and a consortium of Malaysian entrepreneurs. The Lotus name will return to Formula 1 as a constructor for the first time since 1994.

Lotus will be initially based at the RTN facility in Norfolk, UK, some 10 miles from the Lotus Cars factory. The 50,000 square foot facility was originally built by Toyota for its initial Formula 1 programme and then used by Bentley for its Le Mans programme.

The team's future design, R&D, manufacturing and technical centre will be built at Malaysia's Sepang International Circuit.

by Pablo Elizalde

http://www.autosport.com/news/report.php/id/78648

2009-09-14T02:06:00.000+08:00

"...If ever I believe my work is done,
then I'll start back at one."

-Back at One, Brian McKnight-

2009-09-12T20:25:00.000+08:00

Cold Soba with crab dumplings, a glass of water and sub-zero coffee for berbuka.
for the first time in years, no one has yet to ask me the damn question.
and if so, here's the answer. YES.
Yes aku tak puasa.
but I don't eat from dawn to dusk simply coz I can.

Just another day...

pap...pap...pap *taps thighs*

Übermut. Chaos. Seife.

2009-09-11T01:08:00.001+08:00

damn la.
at this moment, my mind tells me my life sucks.
at this moment, I crashed my education vehicle, metaphorically. currently in repair.
spending 2 month's just pampering my glutes with sofa's, bed's and pillow's just doesn't do it anymore.
how months ago I long for this feeling. Carefree. No datelines. No waking up early.
sounds sweet enough.
but what starts sweet ends bitter, what sta..... you know the rest lah.
like seriously la, whats the point of spending 2 months, crusting on the mouth with potato chips and dip, watching B-rated comedy series about boobs and beaches, writing on this bl....hehehehe, and practically fogging up my entire life highway ahead.
bloody hell it sounds ridiculous already.

now, I dive back into my veins, along the bloodstream that leads me to my heart.
"Oh yeahhhh!!!" the heart tells me.
"what the fuck have I got to be down for?"
"the path ahead of you is certainly of what you had done in the past!"
"now it's either you want to regret, change, or erase the past."
regretting would be an option, but I stand by what I do.
change means letting go of what I brought along this path I trawled.
erasing the past means I lend a middle finger to those I knew of and those I have delved into.
but the implications of the second and the third option may be catastrophic.

the second advice my heart would say, "it's karma. what goes around comes around. in spite of all the hardship, through dedication, will makes a path. will build pride. establishing pride means putting the caps in Pride."
and through this I learnt, in a simple, common term, I have 'douched' myself to the point of being 'self-absorbed' as part of my resume.
seriously.
for when wielding pride, always know when to sheath it, just so much as stabbing enemies in psychological warfare.
then, take pride knowing every word being spit out are just as lethal as a .50 calibre through the head.
in other words, there's authority in the things you do.
I failed to commit myself, my time, to a responsibility that could define my future.
I pressed hard on the attempt to free myself of responsibilities.
and the outcome, self preservation and pride becomes useless and petty in a world, counted by numbers and led by authoritarians implementing 'meshugunah.'
to claim a place in the rat race of society, and then fighting so hard trying to overdo what the past has done.
to exact what these institutions has set benchmark to.

to what you ask?
the "50 plasma. 24 hour cable. high speed broadband. a fancy apartment. an inverter eco-friendly air conditioning, the supple leather Manolo's, the cufflinks, the country club membership, the 40-foot yacht, the VIP seating at any track event in the world, the crooning smile as you strut yourself in the lobby of a *star hotel, the speedy attendance when you call an emergency, the bias-ness that creates caste's of any society, dividing it to layers more than a 400-pound fat flap, the teak office table, the hot secretary breathing hard as she tells you a loser is calling you for an investment plan, the deciding factor in any philantropic or charity driven situations, the tailor cut suit, the jacket for winning a golf tourney, the 300-pound marlin drawn in the most expensive fishing tools, the beach front property overlooking the ocean, shares in any casino, escorts and cohorts as you strut down the fanciest parties across the globe, the racked up flying miles, the domination of the evil financial institutions, the first cut on the lamb, the wagyu beef, the royal salute, the gym trainer that bugs you about that seam ripping on your best trousers and reminding you to lose weight, the reason sales people stay quiet as you decide on what bag goes right with that Prada dress, the one they put before the letter "A" on the bookings list in the finest restaurant...

dreaded as it may be, I must restrict and be more decisive.
redemption must be done to save myself from the brim of existence.
I must admit, I have near everything I dreamed of having.
or possibly the dreams of more million other people.
the heart wants me to be content, but the mind says the race is long.
contention is a state of mind. society is reality.
and society defines who you are.
so satisfy society to satisfy yourself.
because when contention have you achieved before, there must be an output so newer redemption would be claimed.
if one would be so content, then no improvement, or future will be achieved, and the past would gradually haunt them.
i am contented. and now I live in fear of losing.

=(

fuck lah, my past is threatening me...

"Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned".
-Tyler Durden, Fight Club.

2009-09-03T16:33:00.001+08:00

...another mutant offspring of comedy people.

-Peter Griffin, Family Guy.

2009-09-01T01:19:00.000+08:00

"Mom, who did you say dad was?"

The Review "They" Don't Want You to Read!

2009-09-01T00:15:00.000+08:00

Catchy review title? Thought so. Robert Cialdini, renowned psychology researcher and author of Influence: The Power of Persuasion (perhaps the best book ever written on the subject) identifies six basic rules employed by politicians, advertisers and scam artists alike to persuade others. Each of them are employed quite adeptly by Rhonda Byrne in this book.

Cialdini's first principle is SCARCITY; people want what's expensive, exculsive, or otherwise attainable. Byrne's mastery of this principle is clearly shown by the very name of the book: The Secret. We all learned this the first week of kindergarten as we felt the jealousy of watching two classmates, hands cupped over ears, sharing a secret out of earshot.

This message is reinforced throughout the book and its advertising campaign which pitches "The Secret" (whatever it actually is) as jealousy-guarded information hoarded by the happy, wealthy and successful. Whenever someone tries convincing you of something, whether it's a way to make enormous sums of money, to lose weight, etc - be wary of when it's pitched as "the knowledge THEY don't want you to have." Think about it - everything from the "secrets that Wall Street doesn't want you to know" to "uncovered - celebrities' secrets to staying young" are phrased not simply to pique your interest but to make you jealous. Appeals to our emotion are far more powerful than appeals to reason, and Byrne demonstrates mastery of this principle throughout "The Secret."

Cialdini's second principle is LIKING. We like those who like us, and in turn, we do business with them. Positive thinking and emotional intelligence has been linked to strong interpersonal relationships, academic and professional success, and good health, but there is a fine line when positive thinking crosses over to unjustified exuberance. Instead of simply noting the substantial benefits of positive thinking (a well-accepted principle which wouldn't sell books), Byrne crosses the line so blatantly that anyone with a modicum of modesty would find it blasphemous.

AUTHORITY is another Cialdini principle, also in play in "The Secret" in quite subtle ways. Another technique which differentiates this book from just another book of positive thinking is the heavy use of quasiscientific language, which gives the impression that the "law of attraction" is (or will become) an accepted scientific principle, just like the law of gravity or the law of attraction of oppositely-charged particles in chemistry. Many people are both intimidated and confused by the authority of science, a fact exploited by manipulators ranging from Byrne to peddlers of magic weight-loss pills.

Since no respected physicist would ever publish a paper on the universality of the "law of attraction," Byrne indirectly seeks experts in other ways. She attributes the success of people ranging from Einstein to Beethoven to adherence of "The Secret," thereby manufacturing experts. After all, if Einstein and Shakespeare mastered "The Secret," who are YOU to question it?

The last two Cialdini principles are CONSISTENCY and SOCIAL PROOF. The success of this book should leave little doubt it will be followed by more (and more expensive) forms of media peddling "The Secret." The audio recordings, weekend seminars, advertising tie-ins, and other follow-up products certain to follow will exploit these two principles. Once people commit themselves to believing happiness will come from "The Secret," they will attribute future successes, whether a promotion or a great new relationship, to adherence to it. Conversely, setbacks will be even more powerfully in committing people to "The Secret," as people will attribute their failures to not living up to "The Secret" (and buying more of Byrne's books). Consistency dictates it will be less painful to buy more books and immerse one's self further into "The Secret" than to accept the whole premise is a quite ridiculous; while not as pernicious as a domineering cult, "The Secret" promises to charge you handsomely for a positive outlook on life.

Byrne's book is problematic on many levels. On it's face, it's a manipulative marketing tool meant to flatter, confuse and deceive. It's also pseudoscience at its best, the last thing we need to encourage in an increasingly technological world which requires healthy skepticism and critical thought. Most damaging, though, is how the book perverts reality by encouraging people to equate a positive outlook on life with a childish, idiotic narcissism. Ayn Rand must be rolling in her grave hearing about the modern manifestation of her objectivist movement reduced to the intellectual equivalent of canned pork.

If you're interested in "The Secret," I highly encourage you to read the book - yeah, READ the book - if for any other reason so not to be manipulated by its brilliant marketing. Read it with a critical eye, with a copy of Cialdini's book in the other hand. You may not learn the secret of happiness, but you WILL learn a lot about manipulation and influence from a master of the subject in Rhonda Byrne.

credits to longhorn24 : taken from Amazon

'The Secret' is a book authored by Rhonda Byrne in 2006.
Known to have taken the world by storm for its sensational sales, endorsements by high profile celebrities and numerous 'testimonials' claiming it had, in a way, changed their life, financially, in their relationship, -etc. (or the way they live perhaps?)
Since reading it, more people has apparently garnered success and happiness, yet impoverished nations still can't spell for food.
This is the first 20 minutes of 'The Secret' :

I can't help but to think if its not another self-help books, it might just be Scientology or Kaballah in disguise.
In essence, it was inspired by this book called 'The Science of Getting Rich' by Wallace D. Wattles dated 1910, which in USA Today states : "divided into 17 short, straight-to-the-point chapters that explain how to overcome mental barriers, and how creation, not competition, is the hidden key to wealth attraction."
Now to be honest, who are the ones actually reaping the benefits? Aren't we able to unlock our own true individual happiness? Don't you believe in yourself in reaching success? Do you have to have someone or something tell you what you ought to turn out?

I wont judge too much, I don't sell or write any books. =P

2009-08-31T05:19:00.000+08:00

It's 5.20am.

The daily fast starts after the time mentioned til' dusk.

Now that's marked by the usual calling of prayers, or the Maghrib.

I don't do much to my thoughts on religion, so my mind stays in my stomach.

Man, the fasting month actually makes you think ridiculous things to eat.

From a bucket of fried chicken, french fries, Carl's jr Superstar burger, 2 venti Caramel Machiatto, maybe some dim sum and nasi lemak sambal tambah.

to be honest, no one loses weight during Ramadhan.

Just make sure you save some space for those 'Kuih Raya'!

Have a good Ramadhan!

2009-08-29T21:46:00.000+08:00

The History of...Ferrari Dino (1968-1980)

2009-08-25T05:57:00.000+08:00

Ferrari Dino 208 GT4 1975

The 'Dino' branding for Ferrari first started out as a commemoration to the birth of the late Enzo Ferrari's first son, as he was racing for Alfa Romeo before World War 2.
The mid-engined layout was a first for production cars and a trend for championship race cars.
Then on, it went to badge non-V12 engined Ferrari's, better yet, opting for the more 'affordable supercar' category in the market, going against the Porsche 911.
During its first productions, the 206 GT, with its soft, voluptuous curves made you imagine a drop dead gorgeous Italian babe lying down waiting for you to pounce on her.
The design was a trademark of Italian car cues that time.
A year later, production stopped and made way for a more aggressive looking Dino, codename 246, subcode GT and GTS. =__="
The production lasted for about 5 years and contributed its engine to anyone that has a Lancia Stratos. The last 500 Dino v6 2.4 engines were given to Lancia as the Dino 246 phased out in 1974.

After that the life of the entire Ferrari foundation would be rocked by its invention.

1973, Ferrari started its first fleet of production v8's under the Dino badge.
It was known as the Dino 308 GT4.
The design itself was a radical departure from its usual client, Pininfarina, and to use the sharper, straighter lines of the Bertone design house, which massively contributed to the designs on Alfa Romeo's, Fiat and Ferrari's bitter rival, Lamborghini.
The car itself was meant to be a 2+2 coupe, unlike the usual 2 seat paraplegic rear seats interior of the common supercar. Well it was never meant to be an 'actual' supercar, due to Enzo Ferrari's decision to award the title to the adult Ferrari models.
Ironically, it was this line of Ferrari's that spawned the new age rear-engined sports car designs which Ferrari adopted for years.
This blue-collar sports car even had a rather unique engine displacement, having v8's in both 3.0 or 2.0 liter versions. The latter I'm more impressed! (uncommon for 2.0 liter engine running a v8 these days.)

In 1975, the 208 GT4 was produced and introduced at the Geneva Motor Show in 1975.
It was a trimmed down version of the 308 GT4 which initially produced 250 hp, while the 208 had the original engine de-bored to a mere 2.0, resulting in the smallest production v8 engine in history of road cars.
It ended up with only 170 hp. To compensate, they decided to slap on some chrome bits here and there to make it look charming and as a representation of the smaller displacement.

Nonetheless, it was never any lesser than a typical Ferrari.

It went on to inspire Ferrari for the next 30 years, until another design or technological advances would see the new phase of the Ferrari stable.

As of now, the 2+2 coupe concept is recently applied on the Mercedes-Benz CLS and then on went to be used on the newer BMW designs, and possibly more.

The Dino GT4 seized production by 1980.

Now the Dino stands as a legend, an icon to the development of Ferrari.
Though rumors suggest that there would be a new Dino to precede, but the prancing horse was quick to deny any existence of it.

The closest anyone can get, as of now, to what the Dino has inspired is the Ferrari California, launched last year, with a 4.3 v8 front-mid engined design, which garnered a whole bunch of Firsts' for Ferrari.
One things for sure, the Dino has stood being the symbol of a father's love for his son, and its significance will surely be etched forever in the annals of Ferrari's glorious history.

Now, thats a load off since I really wanted to write this article for a long time! =D

a parody of famous lines in Thomas Moore's Lalla Rookh

2009-08-24T22:27:00.000+08:00

'I never had a slice of bread,
Particularly large and wide,
That did not fall upon the floor,
And always on the buttered side.'

- Murphy's law to the layman.

Definitons of : "Meh."

2009-08-24T13:28:00.001+08:00

Meh is a statement of apathy. To imagine it being said, picture a 400-pound, balding, depressed man staring slack-jawed at a television, which is the only light in the room as he's taped tinfoil over his basement suite windows. Then imagine a show coming on that he doesn't enjoy, but alas, he is too fat and maggot-like to reach for the remote control on the coffee table two feet away. After a few minutes he realizes what is happening. His response is to produce one mushy syllable from his Dorito-encrusted mouth, and there you have it:

"Meh.

2009-08-19T00:17:00.000+08:00

Yes I am fucked.

Shit out of luck.

Got no idea, here is where I stuck

Sad enough the following months may, eventually, suck.

2009-08-07T01:44:00.000+08:00

a turd.

a turd is always a turd.

a turd will never be a flower.

a turd will never be a diamond.

a turd will always reek.

its fertilizer for flowers. food for flies.

It may have a different shade, though its still the same.

Its consistency is often decided by what you eat or drink, no matter what its still turd.

a turd must be a turd.

if its not a turd, we ourselves make up a pile of shit.

and things we tend to spew to other ppl just like us, verbally or physically. shit.

so why sad being a turd?

everyone hates it but everyone has it.

but never ever shit where you eat.

=D

2009-08-05T16:59:00.000+08:00

Home Theater Fever! =D

2009-08-05T01:53:00.000+08:00

Word.

What's the word?

Someones coming down to earth and bring the word of God?

Ohohoho...

Let me tell you this...

omom om mow mow mow...

I wanna everybody say...

ABOUTTHEBIRD

ABIRDBIRDBIRD BIRDBIRDISAWORD!!!

AWELLABIRDBIRDBIRD BIRDBIRDSAWORD!!

DONT YOU KNOW ABOUT THE WORD, WHEN EVERYBODY KNOWS THE BIRD IS THE WORD!!

repeat x20

go nuts!

Trashmen - Surfin' Bird

2009-08-02T01:49:00.001+08:00

I just realized its August.

FML.

-I'm getting this for Halloween-

2009-07-29T21:47:00.000+08:00

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!

Unaware of this anomaly, I suffered a rather major loss.
Financially major.

LG LH20 HD LCD Tv "32 that I got recently doesnt go up to 1080p.
No FULL fuckin high definition.
All for RM1699, Best Denki.

There's always a reason why these screens are aisled up in front with great prices.

Ignorance was blamed for the incident.

Why didn't the salesman just cut my hand and pour salt in it when the screen was signed for.

2009-07-29T00:24:00.000+08:00

Massa on the mend

Budapest
July 29, 2009

THE wife of formula one driver Felipe Massa spoke to her husband at a hospital in Hungary on Monday, saying she believes he will return to racing despite his near-death high-speed crash.

Raffaela, who is pregnant with their first child, told the Globo news channel that Massa’s condition had improved.

‘‘He is doing good ... soon he will be giving joy to all in his little red car on the speedway,’’ she said.

Lajos Zsiros, the chief surgeon at AEK hospital, said Massa was breathing unassisted and moving his limbs. A drain from his skull wound has been removed.

The 28-year-old is groggy but able to answer questions.

‘‘[Massa is] sleepy but he gives adequate answers to questions we ask him and he gives spontaneous answers to questions we ask him,’’ Zsiros said. ‘‘Further improvement of his condition can be expected.’’

Massa crashed into a protective tyre barrier at 190 km/h on Saturday during qualifying at the Hungarian Grand Prix and was near death for two days.

Robert Veres, who operated on Massa, said the Brazilian’s racing future was uncertain. Several fragments of bone from the skull had to be removed during the operation, he said.

Extracted from : The Age.com.au ( http://www.theage.com.au/news/sport/motorsport/massa-on-the-mend/2009/07/28/1248546727683.html), click for more info.

Brazil has always had a knack of producing World-class, not only exciting yet exhilarating, sportsmen, from football to the near century old motor sport industry.
I think its that certain combination of spirituality, and a strong will to succeed, based on the culture in Brazil.
They take it to a different level, where each person wants to be a significant figure, always attempting to push the benchmark further.

No wonder they're blessed perfect cinnamon tanned hotties in spite of poverty and rural under-development.

Let's just hope the competition don't take away another awesome Brazilian figure.
That figure, which died 15 years ago, redefined the motor sport competition. Namely. the F1.
Back when Schumacher, the German Wunderkid, was starting to set his pace on the competition, the fray was already on the spotlight when Frenchman Alain Prost going on a triple threat against the aforementioned German, Briton Nigel Mansell, and, the already living legend, Ayrton Senna da Silva. Cutting a charming yet dangerous character and driving skills, he was known to put a good rivalry against the double-champion Frenchie.

But most of all, he epitomized the spirit of sportmanship and gentlemeness in a competition.

He would stop a race just because a fellow driver was caught in an accident by jumping out in the middle of the track and proceeding to assist the injured driver before paramedics could arrive.
Some say, if it weren't for him, the driver would have possibly died.
Rather than everyone pulling him down, it's how he pulled everyone around him, up.
For that character, he would also be remembered during the `91 Spanish GP, where Briton Mansell, gave Senna a lift on his Williams F1 car's side-pod, back to the pits as his McLaren ran out of fuel on the final lap.
Now thats camraderie in a life-threatening competition.
On May 1st, 1994, he died in an accident while taking a 217km/h corner on Tamburello stretch at the San Marino GP. Sources say the cause of the accident was still unknown, though it's clear the speed and impact was murderous.
His death is only the 2nd life the F1 tournament has taken.
Til' then, Max Mosley, FIA president has argued that they had made all safety aspects impartial.
I don't think Massa would like to hear the fact he got hit on his head by a fucking spring at accelerating speeds. Which part of safety does a loose spring on track fit in?

Ayrton Senna da Silva
(1960-1994)

Definitions of..... Pimp Smack!

2009-07-25T01:32:00.000+08:00

The Pimp Smack

Pimp (pronunciation : Pee~`mp) : -noun

1. A person, easily spotted among society by their color insulting suits, pointy crocodile shoes & sometimes feather boa's (unlike Malaysia, pimps aren't distinguishable than the common fishermen), who solicits interested clients for prostitutes or "Ho's", providing intimate services in exchange for money.
More often than not, you end up losing more cash than you remembered paying.

Smack (pro. : Seh~mm~ek!) : -verb

1. To strike sharply/strongly/with utmost physical force/wholeheartedly at a person or object, with an open palm and fingers wide open. Usually aimed to emboss a nice hand-potrait over the receiving end's, face or body parts with aims of embarrassment & harassment by the public.
Generally, the tighter, snobby sister of the common slap.

Pimp Smack :

1. When u take the dominant back hand ( either right or left ) with the pinky ring shinning and hit the uncooperative bitch till she does as u wish.

"If u dont get on ya knees im gonna pimp smack you. "

2. A method of keeping annoying bitches/Ho's in line.

"If that bitch ain't rolling my money soon, she gon' get a nice pimp smack over her lazy ass!"

3. As a gesture : A simple method of adjusting your fore-hand, either left or right, in an open palm, cleched fingers in-line position, raised immediately up just below the opposite ear, as if you'd like to scratch your back, and charge towards the victim, in a teasing yet provoking manner, to show who has the ultimate authority in any situation possible.

"Now please, don't make me wait for my Big Mac!"*Pimp Smack Gesture*
"Let me get this clear, who said my loan was denied??"*Pimp Smack Gesture*
"My steaks' overdone, you two-bit lazy ass Mo@#*RFU!KeR!"*Pimp Smack Gesture*
"You ain't gonna write that ticket for me ain't ya, Officer.." *Pimp Smack Gesture*

2009-07-25T01:29:00.001+08:00

I just realized, my blog colors looks like its set on Christmas.

=______="

Jolly Ho! yeah, HO!

2009-07-25T01:19:00.000+08:00

-Catnapz R gud 4 U!-

Sweet.

2009-07-24T22:53:00.000+08:00

I think I sleep too much nowadays.

Holiday's are bumming me out.

Sleep again ah...

2009-07-23T21:39:00.000+08:00

Kuala Lumpur International Motor Show
Date : possibly between 3rd & 12th December 2010
Participants : expect over 200 exhibitors & 330,000 visitors.
Location : Putra World Trade Center, Kuala Lumpur.

the Malaysian automotive industry was never really interesting. In comparison to the other motor shows around Geneva, Melbourne, SEMA, etc. our version of this exhibition lacks the eagerness of moving ahead and to, possibly, charm the automotive industry back to life. Just like how Geneva, Tokyo and SEMA would surprise any car, or any vehicular enthusiast, by exhibiting transient yet definitive designed cars with uber-cool technovarieties, thus making these people wonder what the future of the industry fall into. KLIMS could only, as far, suggest that Malaysia still has interest in the already volatile market, thanks to developments in bio-fuel, interest in more enviromental friendly vehicles, cost-push cars, and the ever rising oil prices.

Don't take that last statement word for word, my predictions is like saying its gonna be hot in the Sahara. :P

2009-07-23T21:04:00.001+08:00

It keeps itching on to me but I'm not sure what to do.

Land of the Lost is rather whimsical yet funny. I don't recommend it neither I forbid anyone to watch it.

2009-07-23T01:32:00.000+08:00

It keeps raining nowadays.

At least it keeps the infernal climate cool.

But God decided to have fun and have mosquitoes joining the huddling crowd indoors.

Nak blog but been dead bored for month's, there are no important aspects in my life worth sharing.

Bejesus.

2009-07-04T02:17:00.000+08:00

Anarchy.

and freedom.

Where do you stand?

So long, Farewell, auf weidersehen, Good night Cambridge!

2009-06-12T22:34:00.000+08:00

OHHH FUCK YEAHHH!!!!

finals is done.

finally.

=D

Can you see the joy in my face!

Mind the Spelling errors, ya digg!

2009-06-04T23:47:00.000+08:00

As the title says, I might be prone to more typo's than a bangla after migrating to South East Asian shores.

Ahhhh, so far so good, actually what made me suffer this anomaly is because I just got this so-called ergonomic keyboard.
Its abit bent in the middle, slightly angled to promote healthier typing.
It has numerous shortcut buttons, some programmable, it might just transform.

Maybe into a fork.

It may take a few dats to get used to typing on it, at speed and withouyt glancing evert now and then.
It is comfortable I have to admit. It has a wide leather bounf lower extension for aesthetics and comfort beyond a baby's bottom.

Still, I reiterate, it does tale time to get used to tu[ing on without looking at what youre pressing.
Nop point tryiong out an ergonomic keyboard meant for fartes typing and less fatigue doing it.

Please, O beg you, do nto judge this limne of statement as I; m sto;; trying to type wiothout peekong on the bloodt damn ergo=fucloinmg=nomiv kryoatrd.

Its not an encryption to be deciphered. Move on if oyu fo=ind this post unnessecary.
Peace!

Music keeps me sane.

2009-05-31T23:30:00.000+08:00

Im expressin with my full capabilities,
And now Im livin in correctional facilities,
Cause some dont agree with how I do this.
I get straight, meditate like a buddhist
Im droppin flava, my behaviour is heriditery,
But my technique is very necessary.
Blame it on ice cube... because he says it gets funky
When you got a subject and a predacit.
Add it on a dope beat
And thatll make you think.
Some suckaz just tickle me pink
To my stomache. cause they dont flow like this one.
You know what? I wont hesitate to dis one
Or two before Im through.
So dont try to sing this!
Some drop science
While Im droppin english.
Even if yella
Makes it a-capella
I still express, yo, I dont smoke weed or a sess.
Cause its known to give a brother brain damage.
And brain damage on the mic dont manage
Nuthin
But makin a sucker and you equal.
Dont be another sequel...

Express yourself...
Express yourself...
Come on and do it...

Taken from N.W.A. - Express Yourself.

Yank yer' Speakers to 300!

2009-05-21T01:37:00.000+08:00

I'll turn deaf listening to Safri Duo.....willingly! :D

2009-05-18T00:10:00.000+08:00

2009-05-12T04:48:00.001+08:00

dedicated to this day =)

2009-05-09T23:48:00.000+08:00

La Festa de la Mamma

2009-05-09T23:42:00.000+08:00

If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was. We do not possess anything in this world, least of all other people. We only imagine that we do. Our friends, our lovers, our spouses, even our children are not ours; they belong only to themselves. Possessive and controlling friendships and relationships can be as harmful as neglect.
- quoted by Alison Willcocks.

I too would like to take this opportunity to wish every Mother's, Momma, Mummy, Mom, Madre, Amma, indai, po po and Mere's around the world, from the bottom of my heart, the deepest of my sincerety and emotion, a Happy Mother's Day!!!

Deepest love Mummy.

Great rendition, props to Mr. U2Fan24!

2009-05-07T22:40:00.000+08:00

just click and enjoy! =)

2009-05-07T22:28:00.000+08:00

Pari-pari di Bawah Ang'gin

2009-05-02T23:09:00.000+08:00

Expectations.
Expectations are a bitch.
Yes, expectations.
An indulgence, treated less you may not reach success, embrace it and you see disappointment in yourself.
Some say, "Ambition is the enemy of Success".

Well, the quote was an excerpt by Barney Stinson from How I met your Mother :P *Nice show btw's*

I expected too much today.
Kinda disappointed at the outcome.
See, when you have an expectation, necessarily comes a target, or aims.
For today, I targeted for a new hand phone.
It's been a year since I bought a new phone.
The one before got stolen. (Curse that bastard, hope he rots in hell, bla, bla, bla and all sorts that lead to an early death.)
Now, my current phone, a Korean phone, that works, reacts, responses and has generally accumulated attributes of a common Korean, is dull in the synapses that links to my eye sockets.
Perhaps, in a gentler, non-related way to put it, its a perfect chick, women, feminine or vanity phone.
It has a large two-inch reflective glass screen that acts as a mirror, to remove that ugly pulsating pimple that's been haunting your forehead.

Its started rather early in the morning, still good up til the afternoon, the crowd got in and ended up being ass tired by 5pm.
Oh ya, did I mention, it was Low Yat on a freakin' Saturday, and paychecks got through since its a new month already.
Crowd, I don't have to elaborate. I'll just say going to that fantastic digital and I.T. centre. in looks more like a new Middle Eastern country just waiting to be claimed.
I always expected(see, fucking expectations again) to see the usual I.T. induced Techno ah bengs promoting electronic jargon to the general community.
Now, the difference is, the still do the same, except they sit in a nicer, antisocial environment behind the wall and let these new squad of "Super Sheikh's" forefronting the marketing side.

Okay lah, pendek cerita, I still ended up without a new phone.
But what I did got was rather interesting despite the economic turmoil and the emergence of a more innovative China oriented technology, I got myself a bargain in which I only need to equip my room with complements to this device to squeeze every penny of efficiency.
What device am I talking???

No picture lah.

A fucking 7.1 USB powered Sound Card.
Able to produce beautiful surround sound by plugging it into any USB ports of any PC's.
Don't expect a Harmand Kardon-esque sound, despite its grand elaborations.
But it does a pretty darn good job!
Price?

MYR35!

Hehehehehehehe, being Kiam Siap is beneficial.
Lilian Too wouldn't deny it.

I can't believe exams is less than two weeks away.

*Warning! Hiatus may begin after the end of this post!*

Don't worry, I'll still drop by here, just gonna be too busy to post any shits.

And therein, as the Bard would tell us,
lies the rub!

Vision 2020, Now!

2009-05-01T22:29:00.001+08:00

Girl : Can you connect a basic printer with the computer through the USB port?

Guy: Maybe, if you attach a USB dongle on the printer and another on the PC, the problem is if the dongle on the printer could respond to the PC!*Sounding technically impossible*

Girl : Well, I could try...

Guy: How??

Girl : Beepbeepbeepbeepbeeeeeeep!*Gestures and imitates 2 USB ports talking to each other!*

Guy: =________="""

Excerpt from a techno-geek, married couple conversation.
Hilarious in a nerdy way! Nyahahahahaha!

Imminent.

2009-05-01T02:02:00.000+08:00

If life serves no meaning.
If questions seize to be answered.
If you apparently chug down that wrong bottle of Viagra, yet still no women there to ease your pain,
If Uranium enrichment is banned.

Life serves no purpose no more.

Hell no lah, life is always good.
I just like to put that sick image of doomsday as if its apparent.
Hmmmm, its those mind games sometimes we enjoy doing.
But whatever it is, here's a place you can put your time down a drain, flush it, put Drainex and explode the local waste treatment plant.
Here's Molleindustria.com.

As you dwell in the website, trying out everything they have to offer, you can't help but to picture an image of time, so much so like this :

Credits goes to a friend of mine for posting the link of Facebook.

Enjoy!

One in a Million Grand Finals, 8TV, Friday 1st May '09

2009-04-30T23:43:00.000+08:00

This was from his second, or third, performance.
The dude singing is Aweera, a contestant in the local reality programme, performing a rather famous song sung by Jaclyn Victor, called "Gemilang".
Baiikkk punya tareeekkkkkk!!!
Hope this guy wins tomorrow during the live show.
At 9:30pm, 8TV.

WTF strikes back

2009-04-30T23:34:00.000+08:00

Seriously, I have nothing significant to blog.
Nothing much bout myself has happened, aside from those new feeds you get in Facebook.

Here's the other, least havoc, video of myself.
The title says it all :

Don't judge the preference of song, it was playing in the car's stereo.

and therein, as the Bard would tell us,
lies the rub.
(I love putting last lines in my posts, its like an aesthetic choice, my old blog used this line..)

WTF?

2009-04-29T18:02:00.000+08:00

This happened back when I was in high school. Spot where I am :D

Bite the Bullet

2009-04-29T14:47:00.000+08:00

Sometimes, I wanna shoot myself in the head.
Sometimes, the urge to snap that trigger is like a stimulant.
You know, the adrenaline you get before you put that fatty just before the tip of your lips, knowing you've been sober for 10 months.
The pulsating vibrations you get as you hold your lover, alone, in the dim lights of the night, no one knows you're there.
The nervous you suffer as you point that needle to that big vein copulated when blood flow seize to pass.

That all screwed up when, for the first time in my life, I misfired a fucking gun.

Holy hell.

It could've hit some one, hit something and ricochet back to my cranium.

It was fantastic :D

Hahahahahah, I went for a small arms course, a competition, last weekend in KL, at the Police Academy.
I didn't find any jokers I could relate to the Police Academy movie though.

It was a norm actually, I've been doing it for the past 4-5 years.

My view on gun use is primarily for the self defense of a persons of licensed credentials.
Don't give a gun to a mental, what you get is another Bush :P

But in all seriousness, guns are fun.
Just like alcohol.
When you shoot a gun, the rush is like a shot of Tequila.
The more you shoot, the higher you get.
The higher you get, the more likely of you to cause havoc and disruption.
That's why Uncle Ben once said "With great powers comes great responsibility."

Back to the course, it was a nice 5 hours since 7am(Malaysian time) of Nasi Lemak, idle chatting with random characters, dressing down of the course, 2 rounds of gun warming, individuals shooting comp, "falling plates" shooting comp(team), R&R and prize ceremony.

Nasi lemak was good(made by some of the constable's and inspector's wives)
Idle chatting was random(chatted with inspectors, constables, lawyers, newly appointed CEO, ex-CJ, and part of the faces I see when I'm qualified)
Gun warming was fun(As usual, the name says it all, its supposed to smoothen out and warm the barrel before any serious shooting)
Dressing down as an obligation(Not like I could close my ears and proceed to act like an idiot, I'm holding a real weapon of mass destruction)
Individuals shooting was ok(I had better days, due to unknown circumstances[buat taktau je lah], my hands was partially shaking and shot rather inaccurately, they extended the distance of shooting for this year anyways)
Falling plates was awesome!(Though my team was the first to lose, I popped my cherry in misfiring a gun 2 feet away from a living being, any closer then death would be imminent)

Then relaxed and unwind. Not before my dad could do the eye-balling on me after what happened.

By the end of the day, everyone went back with a consolation gift. I kinda like it rather than those freebies by radio stations or cinemas, they lack the significance and authority.

I manage to bring back a nice set of mugs, which I gave to my mom. I cant find a proper use for a mug since I just drink stuff from the bottle.

Why I brought back the mugs? I got 2nd.yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

Below the ex-CJ and above a judge.

It'll take me another year to finally receive a full fledge Gun-handling license.

To those who oppose the use of arms and artilleries, go on and fight for the cause!

Guns are bad.

So does alcohol.

and weed.

and T.V.

and the radio(propaganda!)

and the car(accidents happen everyday)

and nature(earthquakes and floods? Hell yeah)

and diseases(Swine flu!?)

and North Korea(.....Socialist republic? 21st century?)

and cigarettes.

and so much more.

Given the authority to the right and honest, guns may eliminate a few of those stated above, making a more peaceful place.
or better yet, make a speed limit for guns. No gun is to go above a certain bullet speed that may cause death. Injuries are accepted.

In all sense, guns and fire arms are just bad lah.
No doubt.
But history has proven significance and justification with the use of guns.
So where do we stand opposing historical facts for a so-called better future?
We tighten Gun laws and regulate them, makes more inventive weapons to be developed in the midst of it.

Have you ever seen a stun gun that chameleons as a mobile phone?

Scary shit man, imagine walking anywhere getting zapped by these devices and getting mugged and shit.

Well, I guess everyone really has the RIGHTS to defend themselves and their families.
Abusing it is something so hard to regulate, it only generates a more notorious like society.
Without guns too, means of other more destructive weapons may be created.
Means of deceit and treachery will come in pursuit of monopolies and oligopolies of destructive nature.
When another means of death falls, another means will rise, it all depends whether its a short term or a long term effect.
Guns promote a short term effect. It gives solutions.
Just like recycle bin in Windows.

In all truths : World War 1 was started by a single bullet, from a Handgun, a FN Model 1910, serial number 19074, chambered in 9x17mm Browning Short(.380 ACP) , used to assasinate Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria in Sarajevo, June 28 1914.
By a handgun, a Full-scale war starts.
Adolf Hitler took his life with Eva Braun as he chugged down a bottle of Cynide and shot himself with a Walthers 7.65mm (.32 Calibre) handgun in the last minutes of his death, prompting the end of World War 2.
By a handgun, a Full-scale war ends.

2009-04-25T01:18:00.000+08:00

Shock me momma, I need life.
Peace.

Air Yeezy!!!

2009-04-24T23:34:00.001+08:00

What happens when two of the best in their industries, one footwear, one ultimate rap-star.
Kanye West & Nike collabo which led to the creation of the Air-Yeezy.
A shoe designed to enhance and withstand the treshold of the exhilirating performance given by the 2008 MTV crowned "#1 Hottest MC of the Year".

and the soles Glow in the Dark!
I know what goes well with a cape and a Darth Vader Voice-changing Mask.
Nice!!!!!

Photobox : Random Edition.

2009-04-23T04:38:00.000+08:00

Merci!

2009-04-22T23:44:00.000+08:00

2009-04-22T23:17:00.000+08:00

Fuck lah.
Days go by so fast.
Water keeps running.
Carbons keeps emitting.
and here I am sitting in front of my laptop totally ignoring the world.

Plus, I can't stop playing PES09 every night and never fail to get so fucking angry, even Hulk has nightmares of me. I have the same outburst every time just like this kid : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbcctWbC8Q0

Please.
I must release myself from this misery.
First paper is on the 15th of May.
Paper 1 Law.

Fuck lah.
Been reading and reading and reading but nothing seems to stick.
My brain is too dry. No moisture to bond. Plus its dusty.

I wonder when did I actually utilize this thing called a brain.
All I've been functioning on are testosterone and adrenaline.
Don't know where the hell that came from.

The four walls in my lair has kept me company for the past few weeks.
No more I have made friends with the sun. No more I recognize the feeling of sunburn and sweat. Sometimes I think I might just be allergic to my own sweat.

The train I take to class have always been my utmost hate.
The bumpy ride is ignorable.
The funny characters I stare at, too, are ignorable.
Funny characters that stare at me, well, I stare back at them.
But out of all things I could not ignore will probably be the fact the fucking train service has a profit target of RM1.00.
Which is, to be exact, *drum rolls please* ................ USD$0.27!

27 cents.

Here's my 27 cents.
Your fucking train don't usually arrive on time. (Mumbai's rail service probably shifts more people a day than KTM could do in a week.)
Your seats look like it just got chewed by a rabid pit bull Terrier with rabies.
Your so called "Q-system"-wudda-fuck-bullshit couldn't even manage a herd of cows.
Your station's look like they were there since World War II.
All in all, your service sucks to the max, the last thing a suicide bomber needs to take is the fucking KTM, he wouldn't even reach his target!

Screw the train.

Now, here I am again, at the end of this post.
Just like the end of my bank account.
The statement is just as little as this post.
Well, just plain miskin lah.
but at least I'm debt free!

Can someone please suggest any nice jazz bars or clubs? I find it hard to look on my own.

The economy looks pleasing enough be meddle in.
If only I had a million ringgit, so many properties at good loan rates, so many stocks to be bought, GBP is looking good as it looks better 4 years down the road.
Hmmmmmm, I want a new laptop lah.

Gambatte Daisuke Nakanishi!!!!

2009-04-17T15:06:00.000+08:00

My 'work' is travelling. My hobby is mountain climbing. Not just any hill, but also the type of mountains that kill (other people, like the one in South-America). I'm collecting a growing list of 5,000+ meter tall mountains that I conquered. The tallest mountain (so far - I have yet to go to the Himalaya) was the Aconcagua in Argentina with 6,962 meters.

More often than not, feats of human determination evokes a sense of inspiration to others.
Daisuke Nakanishi proves it in the humblest of manners. This 39-year old man of Japanese nationality is currently on a World Tour, just passing Malaysia quite recently(more news on The Star!).

In the midst of global recession, and economic pressure's causing distress, this man takes this challenge of venturing around the globe wishing world-peace, speaking out on poverty, endure the physical challenges or whatever comes his way as he cycles along hundreds of countries. Each glancing eye tells a tale to him.

Having started his travel from Alaska, he came across threats of destructive weather, the scalding heatwave, malaria when he was in Africa, getting pelted with stones thrown from kids Ethiopia and still going on without any doubts.
His spirit to go on endure all that is way above the average human free will.
For updates on his travels, his breathtaking photography, his experiences or even donations, go to : Daisuke Nakanishi Bicycle Travels.
Some of his postings are even funny and rather ironic, but hey, he's seen way more different cultures and people, the stories he has is just fantastic!
He was made an honorary citizen of a few countries, met iconic people and having a boa as security for his bicycle!
Go check it out.
Go.
Go!!

BUFU : The hip-hoppers classic streetwear :D

2009-04-16T15:35:00.000+08:00

Most hip-hoppers may be used to brands like Ecko Unlimited, Sean John, Roca Wear, Phat Farm and such. But one brand that stands out above the rest is FUBU. The classic hip-hop streetwear known to be adorned by Tupac Shakur, Notorious BIG and most early gangster rap scene and hip hop era. Like Tommy Hilfiger, this brand stands on its acronym of FUBU, which means 'For Us, By Us', indicating the label is mainly produced by african americans and to be worn exclusively by african american people.

Here's a smack on the idea of specifying labels exclusively for biased people :

Joy! :D

Less Fast and gets you Furious!

2009-04-12T16:04:00.000+08:00

I'm bouncin' on my toes, watch me supersoak that Ho!
I'ma pass it to Arab, he's gona' crank it up fo sho!

This was what I use to do back in High school.
Studying was never my forte but I end up being in the science instead.
As the class goes on, I'm trapped in my Six Million Dollar man dream and passion for vandalizing everyday objects :P
I should just end up designing my own line of sneakers lah...

Okay, exam is roughly in a months time.
I'm currently in cruise control over my studying habits.
I treat Tort, Contract and Economics like those ads you see along the highway.
It never makes any big impact.
The nature is, I should be clicking to Sports mode and unleash the tiptronic paddles behind the wheel.

Speaking of gears, the new Fast & Furious 4 is out already.
With its rather condescending quote : "New model, Original Parts".
What does that suppose to mean!?
Are you saying its the same damn vehicle running on standard parts?
Are you saying there's new babes(models) without plastic surgery?
The catch is, its the same damn casts from the older Fast & Furious, 2 Fast 2 Furious, and Tokyo Drift.
Not exactly all lah.
There's Dom (Vin Diesel), Brian (Paul Walker), Cute babe Letty (Michelle Rodriguez), Mia (Jordana Brewster) and the smart talking Jap, Han (Sung Kang) just to name the familiar faces.

The plot sits along after 2F2F and Tokyo Drift, where you'll see how Dom's friendship with Han developed and just whatever Dom has in vengeance back in his hometown.
I don't really wanna spoil the experience for you guys but word of caution is : Don't expect it to be a new Twist to the Fast & Furious enterprise, but more of a buffer to the edges after Tokyo Drift. Other than that, it's the same.

Being a motorhead myself, I seriously don't mind.
But I find the storyline sort of shallow lah.
I guess we have to wait for the continuation then.
Shit, a pre-spoiler!

12 Rounds
The movie plays around a pretty much 'Lurus bendul-ish' detective played by aforementioned actor/wrestler, but any gimmick to pull off an exciting action movie eh!
As any first-time wrestler turn actor movie would go, Danny Fisher (John Cena) has the script of a 5 minute advertisement in a 1 and half hour movie.
Cut him some slack lah, his stunts are quite applausable considering the amount of destructive/explosive style actors are available.
Most of the men in Hollywood has opt for a more metro-ish style so as their sacrifice is concerned, its all up to digitalization to make them look good.
Remember those old films like Last Action Hero, Die Hard or Walker Texas Ranger?
Well the last one sounds odd but hey, Chuck Norris looks awesome karate chopping self defence-retarded villians.

But back to the movie, its worth a watch considering the babe they have named Molly played by the awesome Ashley Scott.
Sounded rather testosterone-inspired, but seriously watch the movie and just disagree with whatever shit the antagonist Miles (Aiden Gillen) games he has for Danny.
Sial lah, kidnap your girlfriend and ask you to do life threatening games to win her back?

How the Hell did I have time to watch these movies!???
I'm supposed to be studying lah wei.

Hmmmm, motorsports rocks.
Im finally building up my passion for motorsports racing, be it the World renowned F1 series to the Cub prix 125cc of Petronas.
As long it's the sounds of revving engines and sweet gear ratios, turbine induced and forced compression, as long as its anything on wheels, count me in.
Some caveman did say "The best invention of man is the Wheel".
The revolution of the wheel have made man evolve faster.
Thanks to man's thirst for speed, the wheel too has evolved to bring us forward to the future!

It still sits 3rd on my ranking of Man's best invention, 1st being the T.V. and the Refrigerator.
:D

Epitome of Handsome :D

2009-04-05T15:01:00.001+08:00

This is an archived File pic from Rshad's personal collection (archive no. : 005673)
as proof that God exists and vanity IS fair
This man works at K*alifah, Section 3, Alam Shah (sort out your mind and locate the place)
To me, he's more fondly known as 'Handsome'.
It's like, "Handsome!!*he turns his head around like a Shampoo ad*, teh ais satu!"
Handsome will giggle like a 10 year old girl after a kiss if you call him that. XD
To be honest, I think this is what Willy Wonka has in his Chocolate Factory.

2 Days away and I'm still not going :(

2009-04-04T00:00:00.000+08:00

Bienvenue a Malaysia Monsieur Jay Kay!

Amusez Vous-Bien!
Merci bocu.

Casse-toi alors, casse-toi alors pauvre con!
Oui, Vous.
*rire*

Green Eyed Monster

2009-04-03T23:47:00.000+08:00

I am the green eyed monster.
I have to admit.
So much so I have to admit it sucks to be myself sometimes.
But what are you without me to be proof of your superiority?
Nonetheless, you may too become my inspiration.

Mr. green eyed monster.
You may be green.

So much green, you're causing me temperaments.
So much temperaments but no output.
No output because the saner side of myself is forced to maintain social stability.
But Mr. green eyed monster, you stand so far high in the society.
You belittle the lower society.
You tease them.
Telling them.
Telling me.

"There's no way in Heaven you can make yourself become me, the Hell you gone through isn't hot enough."

Colloquialism

2009-03-26T22:20:00.000+08:00

Some is Rich, and some is Poor,
That's the way the World is,
But I don't Believe in Lying back,
Sayin' how Bad your Luck is.

I'm financially redundant.
I'd sell my liver on eBay, but I have no warranty nor guarantee over it.
I got piles of shoes I love at home, maybe worth a few bucks.
I got slabs of random FHM, Autocar, Men's Health & etc amounting to roughly $40 worth.
There's tonnes of steel in the form of exercise machines I can junk out. Steel prices currently sucks though.

I wish I had a job.

I'll put in the effort and perform to the brim of human capabilities just to earn that $50.

See, the human nature of greed coincide so much with the term "Male".
We strive on the need to surpass over some other variety of the same species.
If he has a Nokia 5800, I must get an iPhone.
If he has a "50 Sony Bravia Plasma at home, I must get a Bose Diamond speaker system with a projector.
If he lives in a posh condo off Bukit Tunku, I want a bungalow on the hillside of Genting overlooking KL and such.
If he has a Proton Saga, I must get a Satria Neo.

It's just undeniable human nature. Us "male" species dominate the usage of the word so much, we seize to realize we made it into ourselves.
But I guess it's the basic animal instict in us attempting to escape.

In an animal kingdom perspective, the male species will often maintain a strong command of the pack or group by showing off, for example, the gorilla of drumming their chests to roars of the lion comparing volume and the shiny coat of his mane.
In the human world, we have men with beautiful hair and bald people.
More often than not, the latter will have lesser of an attraction than the former.
Just like comparing Eva Mendes to America Ferrara (it's Ugly Betty).
The funny thing is, humans tend to make things more complicated, and the more it is, the more it seems to come.

You get what I mean.

Ever wondered in which point have animals ever had a war?
Take for example, us humans must have a rotation of war's every other decade.
It's called population control.
If a country were to have so much people yet not enough purposes, the employed and the unemployed will find there's a small gap in the part called job-satisfaction.
In the army, for instance, soldiers, technicians, engineers and much more are dedicated and devoted to serve and preserve their nationality.
In the midst of all that, we pass along 20 years of no wars, and achieved a rather stable yet unsustainable economy.
The army are trained from day one, to defend, to work, and to serve their countrymen.
Some are shipped to peace corps.
Some are sent to volatile areas.
But let's say the world end up having no war for 20 years.
Job opportunities will be gold. Land will be scarce. Crime rate will be higher.
Ever wondered whatever happens to the old Commando's of Malaya? So much are revered and feared but their existence is futile.
So where do you want to put a million strong march of army within your community?
Why do they choose to become an army in the first place?

Basically lah folks, we can't deny the spurse of our own ego.
It's what makes us so special. Our preference to decline someone's physical appereance without embracing their hearts.
Once we defy that small three letter word, we forego the urge of greed altogether.
In the end, all we end up with is a contention worth a thousand doves.
All you want to ask for, in the end, is a nice glass of Bloody Mary sitting on the beachside.

What I took is the fact I have yet to reach the stage of carrer-hood.
In the progress to reach there, I can't help to be tempted by mortal souls' initiation of song and dance, more commonly known as a concert or stage-act.
This year around, on the 5th of April 2009, post-race, Sepang International Circuit, English Acid Jazz/Funk/Soul/Disco band Jamiroquai (stand out of the cliche of thinking he's a Solo act lah!) comes to perform.

I'm just so fucking struck down.
I got no money. (Ego/Greed)+($$$-Career)=18278468.27.12=NO MONEY LA DAMMIT.
I totally want to go.
My ego is attempting to subdue greed. The volatile foundation of $$$ and career are bound to crumble under their toes and bringforth both down.

I'm just back to square one again.

-Countdown to Reckoning : 48 Days, 1158 Hours.-

Smells Like Teen Spirit (I love this cover!)

2009-03-23T00:14:00.000+08:00

I Find this Repulsively Humorous

2009-03-22T23:40:00.000+08:00

Don't ask me where I got this vid, it was unintentional, thus I found this video repulsively funny.
In a way, it sounds obnoxious, but hey, you can't get the jingle out of your head anymore can you :D

Baby, baby, Feel this Sweet Sensations!

2009-03-21T23:21:00.000+08:00

And nothings gonna change the way we live, Cause we can always take but never give, And now that things are changing for the worse, See, it's a crazy world we're living in, And I just can't see the half of us immersed in sin

Come Hell or high water, Cloudy storms and typhoon buffet, I MUST GO FOR JAY KAY'S CONCERT on the 5th of APRIL!

Transformers 2 : Revenge of the Fallen

2009-03-17T20:18:00.000+08:00

When Optimus Prime said he has the cube, he MEANS it. :D

It's the music that we choose!

2009-03-05T23:02:00.000+08:00

The world is spinning too fast, i'm buying lead Nike shoes, To keep myself tethered, to the days I try to lose..

Oh how these days pass.
Like the fall breeze buffeting the death of leaves,
through the air
Like the days we pass
And these days we pass on
who may long foregone,
of what's left on this precious earth
bountiful meadows and gardens of yore
for in our child's time
May long gone before

Then again, global warming still prosper like weeds after rainy season.
We move on in this crumbling world of ours. Our hands reap the seed of fortune blessed from the heavens above. But when there's input, there's an output.
We credit more and more to the development of carbon emissions in this world.
Believe me, at any time the divine 'loan sharks' of mother nature will come knockin' on your door and asking for a settlement. No negotiation involved and stern force may be taken.
Man, this planet is getting scarier day by day :(

My disabled motor skills have made me redundant to the productivity of my blog.
I seized to update this portal again. I blame it on my rebellious nature and a dissent to conformity.

These few days took me thinking, again, about the value of friendship and it's capability to sink at any strike to the ship or a natural disaster strikes. Just like the ocean, a friendship requires tolerance, trust, eagerness and the patience of a saint. As the ship floats, we keep each other safe and alert each other of possible mishaps. Like fishermens, we fish in a group in order to maintain an equal share of fishes and haste in case a large waves come along.
Ahhhh yes, the beauty of friendship. A direct translation to malay is "Kapal Kawan".

Now, my take on friendship comes along this way. Yes I will keep a steady friendship with anyone. Yes, I will, as my capabilities allow, devote myself to the benefit of our friendship. Yes, I'll keep up with any of your crap as long as it doesn't kill me and a definite Yes, if I smell an air of double-crossing and, like the stab through Jesus' heart, back stabbing, I will not hesitate to let you drown and die in the ocean. Easy as that. Thus so far, I have not mislead any of my friends, owe them a ridiculous amount of money, or even causing grievance to any of my friends. (To whoever it may concern, I made a value judgment based on my memory, if anyone would like to object to my statement above, do comment alright, thousand apologies)

But really, to the point of friendship becoming sour is not really a nice thing to poke fun at. It happens. I hate it when the value of friendship is defined through the acceptance of one's parents. It's so biased, it rejects the liberalization of a childs' mind to accept anyone not by color or race. Sometimes, some parents object the friendship of their child to a least academically efficient being. It's so insulting, it expands the gap of social status. The ability to learn still does not forego the ability to take control and lead. These certificates and human declarations of their intelligence capabilities are the dicks of our modern world. Higher credentials means a bigger dick! But seriously, who's looking into your resume's? Bunch of SPM qualifications and drop-outs trawling through your credentials as you look for a new job. They think you're too smart, they'll ask you to try the other office building across town for job vacancies.
It's not the matter of academic qualification that defines you, it's your understanding of the volatile nature of a career that defines a person. The volatile nature of predicting the best action to take when a grievance takes place. Defining stupidity between someone is like to be defined to an animal. Equality is what religion thought us, aside from to uphold the faith of religion by prosecuting those who dis-believe, and what differintiates us is how we get our minds to work. Yeah, maybe I may not be right to hang out with your child, but my ability to provide friendship and motivation to 10 others is worth more than put up with your shit.

Some parents too choose to specifically filter their childs friends based on family status and heritage. Yeah, you may know someone from the royal lineage and descended from some Imperial Sultanate Monarchy. Yeah, maybe they deserve to be respected as their forefathers liberalized and developed states and empires, along the line our own heritage may have idolized them. WHO GIVES A GODDAMN SHIT!
A monarch, in this current world, doesn't function efficiently as they do hundreds of years ago. Within these hundred years are human innovation and the cultivation of a more superior and sophisticated mind. We have evolved into individualized beings. So where does the monarch comes in handy? They are appointed the duty to uphold the culture and heritage of their racial lineage and to uphold the righteousness of islam as the country's religion of choice.
The former seems so much like the job of the Ministry of Culture, Arts and Tourism and the latter the job of an Imam or preferably, one self.
No wonder we have invisible voters in the elections, so much so our tax payers money went invisible and still we deny the economic recession, worst since world war 2.
So where does the relevance of monarchies stand?
Sovereignity is solely bestowed to them as a sign of respect, but human nature and social constraints does not prevent them from relentless objections from the public, if they are caught on the wrong side of right.
The direct relations of a monarch, like the prince and princesses or any within the first line of the family tree, have so far maintained their royal mannerisms and respects, but in any group or family, will usually have the ones stradling over desires, they misuse the value of their sovereignity. Usually these are the ones on the end branches that breaks off in the family tree.
But seriously, get a life lah, nak bongkak tak berpada, mengutuk tak mengira, tengok muka sendiri di cermin dan muntah darah lah.
Change is a required Sin.
Without it, human evolution may have stopped and ended.

Look deeper and value the person for who they are. Everyone was made equal in the eyes of god and deserve the tolerance of each of us for a better future. It's not the people around you that makes you who you are, it's the one you choose to be by your side is. Have ones you trust well enough but not to the extent of butting into people's business. Provide help whence necessary.
If it all works, like the rosy bloom of a peach garden, everything's gonna be...well, Peachy!

In my 20

2009-02-17T03:24:00.000+08:00

20 things you don't know bout me (not that it matter's anyway) :

1. I may potray a sense of arrogance or just a bitch-fit in containment, note that whatever it is, I am a big ass Star Wars fan.

2. There's a point of sarcasm I reach where most don't meddle, so please be wary bout random sarcasm in the air caused by me.

3. Clubbing has never been a Forte for me, it's economically redundant.

4. Either a pedant, or pedantic :P

5. If you take an oriental man and spin him around, will he be disoriented?

6. Shoes is my second language. Size 10 fits fine, White is a fave.*hints dropped*

7. My safety word is : Fluggenkhepkhymen. XD

8. There's a hidden relation between my passion in Jazz music and something named Ju-Ju.

9. It'll take infinity to have me see sunrise, unless it involves a financial benefit for me. My sleep dictates my ways for the day.

10. Never really hit it with Dark Knight, I just find it fine. What's the fuss about Heath Ledger?

11. Caper movies are an inspiration for me. Especially Briton Caper movies. Snatch is excellent!

12. I was born in Sabah but never get to know the state as much as a local. Toss me there & I'll get lost like a needle in a freakin' haystack.

13. Beer ranks high in my preferred 'influence', Gin comes second, Whiskey come third. Vodka are for sissies. and pretty ladies too lah.

14. Please don't start with me with religion issues. You won't wanna know what comes out of my mouth after that.*imagine a Tsunami of arguments assaulting your brain*

15. Single for the past two years. Ntah, macam biase je. Can't deny the fact I miss it too.

16. I used to have a pet Python. Never had a name for it and it died. Not that I didn't feed it, it refuses to eat. Somehow animal cruelty comes natural to me. but I love animals so much!! -___-"

17. If any cycling shops or bicycle making companies end up in my blog, bear in mind you're in the presence of someone so willing to sacrifice his life to the improvement of cycling and enviromental benefits of the future. The catch : I want a full suspension, 180mm Manitou forks, Mavic brakes, Race Face bashguard, Single sprocket and crank, fully sponsored.

18. I have 4 certificates approving my ability to handle a gun. Basically, I'm just waiting to apply for a gun license and work with Her Majesty's Secret Service.

19. I'm half Iban. I celebrate the Harvest Festival or Gawai. It's just a reason to enjoy alcohol, free-flow provided by everyone and no one gets pissed for not chipping in. Everyone's too busy still drinking.

20. I still don't have a car to use. My mobility is solely based on a second or third party's involvement. But hey, It's all the more reason to get to know someone better!

This is some thing to fill the 3-month void in these spaces. In commemoration of my birthday yesterday, I decided to restart my blog, and keep on filling it with vulgar comments and complaints or just utter crap.

Enjoy!

T_T

2008-12-06T00:06:00.000+08:00

Lagi! Kebosanan >: D

2008-12-06T00:05:00.001+08:00

Hmmm, kebosanan : D

2008-12-06T00:03:00.000+08:00

Guillermo Vargas Habacuc

2008-11-29T00:32:00.000+08:00

"I knew the dog died on the following day from lack of food. During the inauguration, I knew that the dog was persecuted in the evening between the houses of aluminum and cardboard in a district of Managua. 5 children who helped to capture the dog received 10 bonds of córdobas for their assistance. The name of the dog was Natividad, and I let him die of hunger in the sight of everyone, as if the death of a poor dog was a shameless media show in which nobody does anything but to applaud or to watch disturbed. In the place that the dog was exposed remain a metal cable and a cord. The dog was extremely ill and did not want to eat, so in natural surroundings it would have died anyway; thus they are all poor stray dogs: sooner or later they die or are killed."

Guillermo Vargas Habacuc. An artist. An visualizer. A realizer. A monster?
Some may say the last word I wrote above is best to describe this person who devotes himself to self expression in tangible mediums.
Isn't it funny how people look at things, images or a concept at just one angle?
How could an emaciated dog be classified as inhumane by certain sectors to the point of labelling someone a monster?
Basically the image above shows an "art" displayed in a gallery in Nicaragua.
This particular art has a title, "Eres Lo Que Lees" ("You Are What You Read") painted on the wall, though can't be seen from this angle.
How this caught my attention was how actively this petition has been going around condemning the artist for an inhuman way of promoting art.
The petition is aimed to raise support so that he could not repeat this "art" in the upcoming Visual Arts Biennial of Central America 2008.
It is, too, aimed to save a live of an innocent creature.
To those that's interested may proceed to this website :
http://www.petitiononline.com/ea6gk/petition.html

Well let me personally give my piece of cake on that.
It's just utter bullshit. To save a life if a stray dog being sacrificed in the name of art.
Look at it this way, humans are known to be sacrificial oriented since the dawn of the egyptian empire, mayan empire or even the aztec empire. Our civilization grew among the people who enslave, head hunt and sacrifice humans in the name of the holy or even mother nature itself.
So what's up with that? Yes, we out grew our uncivilized ways, whats denying us from picking out innocent yet stray creature in the name of art? In the name of everything in fact.
Some countries choose to eat these four-legged, man's best friend.
Some even use it to hunt other animals for the sake of it, calling it their high-society culture.
In just pointing out a point with a stray dog, putting a title 'You are what you read', for me it's just a major realization that should occur in this fallible world now.
People critisize the fact the public just went to the art gallery and just stared or analyzed the dog, named Natividad, tied with a rope on a metal cable.
Isn't that what us humans tend to do? Just sit and stare? Just spectate?
It's not like some football game is it?

Now, I'm just trying to say, stop being too hypocritical on this thing to a point of condemning someone to lose his chance of earning a status nor some cash for living.
It may be cruelty at its finest, but among other cruelties done, like owning pitbull's or a Japanese Tosa, there's a reason why a Dangerous Dogs Act 1991 ever existed. People don't think the damage done by these creatures are harmful and dangerous eh?
Ever enjoyed stepping on dog shit? Ever enjoyed getting chased by stray dogs just because you randomly walk along a street? Ever got bit profusely by one?
If there's a dog federation, they'll call us Dumbasses.

As people ponder about the cruelty created by this artist by displaying an act of starvation by a creature, no one ever thinks about the people in Darfur, Somaliland or just extreme-poverty stricken countries.
These kind of things are displayed oh so often on the boob-tube, no one seems to take action.
Maybe some offer charity, some may be moved to even go there to give a lending hand, but generally the best someone is able to do, the grandest thing in an unwritten book of sympathy, "OH! look at them, so poor, what happened to the government, their parents, hmmm*ponders far enough til' the ceiling fan*
To offer carbon dioxide from a halitosis ridden mouth doesn't do any positive impact, more on negative impact, so STFU!

But seriously la, action speaks louder than words.
What this particular morsel of this planet is trying to put out is the fact that humanly ignorance and negligence plays a big part in rotating this world, as it spins on its axis.
As we spectate the things around us, it gives us the chance to sympathise, to compare and to be content with our well to-do situations.
But imagine being the dog itself. Imagine being the poverty stricken kids that's pretty much malnourished. I rather be sympathized as the latter. The former seems to dumb to even know what the word 'dog' stands for. Ever called a dog over, "Hey dog, hey dog, come over!".
Spend time doing that and imagine every death suffered by children due to anorexia.
Thanks to our inhumane and greedy ways of conquesting, best example will be war, thousands of innocent people fall to the harsh realities of deprived necessities.
Nigeria. Gaza Strip. Palestine. Iraq. Handful of African and Middle-eastern countries.
South-east Asian countries too, not to forget.
In spots of African countries, some may not see the light of the age of 28.
Most live under USD$1 each day. Or even two days. Or more.

Guillermo. I praise you. You have opened my eyes to the obvious.
As for me, I shall not be a hypocrite and condemn what he does. He does what he needs to do, I do what I do as a human so profesionally, which is to provide sympathy for fellow humans.
Once I'm financially able, then I might offer charity or even myself into the fray.
But for now, I rather state and accept the obvious, before someone calls me a bloody hypocritisizer.