books i have been reading...

This book is indeed a good read. What is best about it is that I am not turning into a rapist. This book belongs to Wei Li. If indeed you want to borrow it, ask her. I cannot tell you much about the details but what I can tell you is that this book is for desperado casanovas. Meaning desperate playboys. It teaches you how to pick up girls which might be useful for those nerds out there (but first you have gotta know English, and are able to siphon the crap and the facts as it is told narrative style). One things for sure, I do not want to become a PUA (pickup artist) neither do I want to be an AFC (average frustrated chump) I just want to be an AMOG (alpha male of the group). Quite a lot of hardcore words (fuck..etc) and scenes (you get what I mean...) so it is not intended for perverts as they will learn more here than they ever will online.



























This book, I had borrowed from Ken Vin. Well, actually he mistook it's white cover for NEXT. Oh well. Not a bad medical kind of thriller. I do not usually read thrillers fast as they are not quite my cup of milo but hey, I am halfway. It tells of people stealing organs from unsuspecting victims. Not bad. Still I love milo better. Hah. NEXT!

MERDEKA!!!!...(-.-")

Yesyes. Today is indeed one of the most (and only) significant events of this year for Mother Malaysia. Ah, today started off with much fanfare. Ok, the usual fanfare. Government servants attending the parade at Merdeka Square and government school students or universities parading their floats.
Military fly bys with their new Sukhois (2nd hand...) from Russia.
The demonstration of the nations elite TUDM, TDDM, and TDLM.
All right all right, I get where I am coming from. This sounds like a mighty cynical post does it not?
Oh yeah, thank GOD they did not try to use the Nuri s for some performance. Probably end a future ace pilot's career (and life..).

Well, I recently took part in an essay competition that Puan Siti claimed was compulsory.
It is themed 'Malaysiaku Cemerlang, Gemilang dan Terbilang'. What an oh-so-suitable theme.
Well, essentially I gave them some pointers (in a student of Malaysia's perspective) on how to improve the country. That is, after all, the whole point of the essay right? To get some tips from not only the government school students but from the private school sector as well on how to rule Malaysia.
Guess what turned out of the compulsory essay we were 'coerced' into doing:
-1 person passed up the following day (Amanda's newspaper article plus some additions on Tuesday)
-3 persons passed up on Wednesday (Mik, me and Lek)
-1 person passed up on Thursday (Keegan)

What happened to the other 24 students of 5Sc1??
Too little time I guess.

Yeah, yeah. We younger generation do seem to take the country's past and present leaders for granted. We take our independence lightly. We take almost everything lightly, in fact, save for the gothic n black metal cultures. 'Lala'

P.S.
Will the judges from the MOE accept an essay of a student of 16 years old telling them on how to tie their shoelaces (governing the country) ??

on patriotism and loyalty to this soil

A few moments ago, my sis had said something about the KL Towers having different lights yesterday night. Don't know bout you, but only recently have I noticed that the tower seems to be quite psychedelic in terms of lighting. Maybe it's because Mr. Abdullah wanted to make a difference during his reign. Whatever the case, I am sure changing the light bulbs on the tower must cost some taxpayer's money. OUR money. "Is this a waste of resources?", one may ask.
Suddenly, a door leading to that hall of problems open up. Guess who opened it? Our government. People start questioning why should their money be wasted on minute details? Loyalty comes to mind. With our 50th year of independence anniversary coming up....

Yesterday, I was watching tv until very late, or should you say, early in the morning.
"K-19 The Widowmaker" was the movie that so enthralled me ever since I saw it in my grams hse.
I did not really understand the whole point of the movie, until yesterday.

It was during the Cold War times where Russians and Americans were having, yet another arms race. And this time, the "Motherland" discovered this new but still infant knowledge to toy with: Nuclear Submarines. (K-19 was one of the foremost subs to be powered with nuclear tech...)
Somehow, it was not assembled properly at the docks and when the time came for the submarine to perform a maneuver, somehow (yet again) due to the rushed job of the Russians to gain naval supremacy, the coolant leaked. Sailors had to repair them using chemical suits and not radiation suits due to some fellows incompetency to provide them the right equipment.

Bottom line is, those sailors died for their country. Just 10 minutes of exposure to radiation can rearrange your cells, genes, chromosomes, whatever we learn in Bio. Were they willing to die for Russia? You bet.

Thing is, if ever a situation like that arises with Malaysians, one which questions our willingness to die for this "tanah tumpah darahku", will we answer that call?
Not too long ago, the newspaper posted an article on how to check your status with the National Service Department: are you enlisted or not? (or did you"kena" or not?!)

Every so often I hear people 'congratulating' or 'mourning' their selection. In this area I wish to adopt a neutral stance. After all, it is not my time yet right?

Where do you stand when it comes to being loyal to Malaysia?

Insightful

Ok, those of you who do not believe there is a God, read this just for leisure or bugger off, whichever you think suits you.


1. God wants spiritual fruit, not religious nuts.
2. Dear God, I have a problem, it's me.
3. Growing old is inevitable. Growing up is optional.
4. There is no key to happiness. The door is always open.
5. Silence is often misinterpreted but never misquoted .
6. Do the math. Count your blessings.
7. Faith is the ability to not panic.
8. Laugh every day, it's like inner jogging.
9. If you worry, you didn't pray. If you pray, don't worry.
10. As a child of God, prayer is kind of like calling home everyday.
11. Blessed are the flexible for they shall not be bent out of shape.
12. The most important things in your house are the people.
13. When we get tangled up in our problems, be still. God wants us to be still so He can untangle the knot.
14. A grudge is a heavy thing to carry.
15. He who dies with the most toys is still dead.

New stuff!!!!!!!!

The brightest bulb in the box.
This idiom I have supposedly coined up (if it is the first of its kind that is...) actually means the same thing to "the sharpest knives in the drawer".
Ok, for those people who understand relatively slower (an euphemism) than the rest, it actually is used to describe the smartest genii of this planet.
For example:
"Although he was not one of the brightest bulbs in the box, he still worked hard in his studies and eventually achieved his desired result:11As in SPM."

To feed a king and starve a nation.
This stays true to its meaning. A king, on one hand, is filthily rich. Who the heck needs to spoon him? He's got all the money he can get. Garner more? You have got to be kidding me. Look at your less-than-average citizens. Scraping a living while you live in a palace.

To pray for snow in the desert.
This task is a fruitless effort made. So people say, but looking at the state of the earth now, all that global warming and bizarre weather changes, it could be possible. But that is not the point is it? (something like Looking For A Rain God...)

We're sooo not over!

Hah! After the long and dreary Moral exam yesterday (yeah, we had to write, and write, and write "nilai murni" after "nilai murni" and I nearly fainted). I spotted Edmund from 5Sc3 sleeping after the first 30 minutes. Oh well.

The going home part was the most exciting part of the day....as far as I can tell.
Just kidding.

Upon reaching home, I raced to the laptop to kill some virtual krauts. The immediate reaction was euphoria, mixed with guilt, after all, I am planning to go to Germany...

And, Keegan lent me this: Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows.
More fantasy and less reality checks. Private Drive is spelt Privet Drive. Wthbbq.

I shall proceed to summarise today's events:

1. We went to St Anthony's Church at 9 right after market shopping. Today's groceries weighed a tonne.
2. A lot of 'lala' people came too. A lot of undesirable ass-cracking and navel-revealing. Arrgh!
3. Met up with old pals, Amanda Khoo and Anne Yap.
4. Made an "important" discovery:

MYTH: people like to throw rubbish around everywhere.
REALITY CHECK: Malaysians like to throw rubbish around.

I would be damned the first day no Malaysian ever litters during a public event.

Oh yeah, and SPM Trial 1 has only passed. There still is a Trial 2 and the 'real thing'.