Then it hit me like a slippery fish

Apparently, as I have found out today after much thinking and philosophising (which according to a friend of mine Kong Chia Yew, is spelt phi-loh-soh-phising) for about 5 minutes, I have decided unanimously according to my own council that anything which is fiction and centers on family love is the most successful kind of fiction that anybody would like to read or watch. At least I mean it's the kind of which whose spectating or reading I would like to partake in.

Whew. That is going to be a mouthful, if you attempt to ever do anything as stupid as read it out aloud to yourself in less that 10 seconds.

Back to my "argument" stated as of above, movies like Finding Nemo and perhaps Legends of the Fall for those of you old school people, are very much aligned to this family love-thing. For book-o-philes, or should I say, avid readers, I would highly recommend Cell by Stephen King or maybe perhaps White Fang by Jack London, if you can ignore the bloodletting and gory depictions which the former book seems to take pleasure in, or the ferocity and cruelty the latter dwells in.

Like I said, they are highly recommended if you love your family, and the endings are bound to touch your hearts. Ok, I was just assuming on that last point.

A Dreadful Delicacy

It is terribly unappetising to take a dump in these ‘ere toilets. Often, sights of winged insects which include most of the time, the common household fly with the red arse, and occasionally the blue bottle (it has a green rear, why blue?), spoil the whole process. First question, why are they attracted to the toilet? Stale instant noodles fermenting in the sink, that’s one. Piss all over the toilet seat? Affirmative. Occasional unflushed shit? Bingo.

Some people just do not know that life has been too fucking good to them. I’d like to piss all over your home toilet seat, ya moron.

Coming ‘atcha live, from Nilai.

nasty neighbours

I am definitely going to turn into a rascist here. Okay, maybe a selective rascist (rascist is spelt with a "s" in between "a" snd "c" my dear Americans).

Some neighbours of mine whose race I would not mention here as it would definitely provoke some wild affirmations of previous stigmas, play some chitty chitty bang music at 11pm till late (or early depending on your preference) hours of the morning. Like, wtf? And no need to talk at the top of your voices like you are in a mamak stall, or in a busy airport terminal. This ain't some third world country (physically, anyway). We are civilised people living here (you shitting me?).

I have finally found a true definition of the word "redneck". And it does not only apply to Texan-accented Americans. It applies to anyone who "has completely no sophistication whatsoever". Yeehaw!

Et tu, Brute?

The play Julius Caesar by Shakespeare is definitely a top priority book to be read. The betrayal, cruelty and ruthlessness, all combined into a poison so potent, it's capable of burning through any heart a human has left even after he has acquired the evil brew.

Ah yes, even after watching half of The Godfather 2 today, it has already shown some correlation to Julius Caesar. Oh Brutus, treacherous friend and ally. And so it comes to mind the words of Michael Corleone, "Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer".

Also, as part of John's dreadfully pointed and/or rascist and/or bigoted opinions, I hereby declare Alexander the Great a homosexual. Ok, maybe he is bisexual, who knows save his only wife, the Persian queen? Yes, I watched 3/4 of Alexander and got seriously bored of it the way I get bored of certain "slow" movies. God only knows whether Colin Farrell is gay too. Suddenly, The Recruit and SWAT failed to bring out his machismo anymore.

Okay, mutterings over. Decided to re-read Journey to the Centre of the Earth. Not because I'm anticipating the 3d moovie, rather, I'd like to appreciate true works before something else comes and taints the original novel.

Oh yeah, pests here like lizards are so common. If you are living in a hostel and have a room there that you share with 1 room mate, it is often assumed that you both will have to take responsibility of the cleanliness of the room. And so, as this week, I have but myself for company, I took the liberty to kill some lizard as soon as I spotted it. Nice tail my wall crawling friend. My dead wall crawling friend. Did you know that lizards bleed red blood?

Phrase of the day: "Et tu, Brute?"
(You too Brutus?) when Brutus joined in the stabbing of Julius to death during a purported council meeting meant to set the theme for his assassination.

Ridiculous moments

Watched Legends of the Fall a couple of times. Real tear-jerker if you watch it either alone in a quiet place, or with a loved (or liked) one. Brad Pitt as the byronic Tristan Ludlow is a total all-star (and bastard too coming to think of it). The ending was a really touching part, as father forgave elder son. Please, watch the show. All those macho, machismo guys out there, girls will fall for real sensitive guys like me, not bone-crunching, bruise-causing Cro Magnons or Neanderthals like you!!

Actually I made that statement because I have a hell of an embarassing build. To me at least. Oh no, suddenly I am swerving in a Lee-J-M direction. Don't kill me though.
Been watching too much Janice Dickinson's Modelling Agency with my sister and hearing her warble about metro-gay guys' bodies. She even admitted they most probably were gay. But what a great build. Now I sound gay. Rest assured, ladies. Au contraire.

Having exams on the 23rd and 25th of July. 2 exams actually. Just Maff and Physics.

Apparently, the country's political critics are taking a break from te blog-o-sphere. I don't bloody blame them. The political climate here is as humid as the Amazons yet as hot as the Sahara and as slippery as wet ice in the polar caps.
There goesa your political stability, my dear British Colonials. The country you left 50 years ago is falling apart. Nothing you can do to stop it. At least that's as far Her Majesty and Brownie's concerned. No foreign powers should be meddling in the country's affairs, as we are a sovereign state, according to our dear PM. So Anuar better stop ratting to the US. To that, I have no comment. Funny how I knew shit about Malaysian politics before this year.

You have got to be shitting me (enunciate your t's)

Oh yes. John returns to what seems to be another (in)formal complaint against Malaysian public transportation system. KTM is now currently not only the slowest out of all the public transportation companies, it is also the most undermaintained and yet the most profiting (don't ask me where I get my statistics, as the answer would be my friend) company. I say undermaintained as they cannot even bother to see whether all carriages are fully air-conditioned (i.e. air conds. are fully functional) or that doors connecting carriages are safely secured. I get into a compartment, and bam! a wave of heat and humidity hits me square in the face, bringing my immortal (and metaphorical) soul to it's feet. Imagine sitting in a humid jungle in the middle of no where and perspiring (sweating is for animals apparently) your arse off, and you pretty get what I mean.

Enough typing something that nobody will read anyway.

Attended SGMUN at SG today. Not that bad, I get to meet some old comrades of ancient times (it's been 8 or 9 weeks since I left Taylor's). Roshan aka Marko, Wei Zhen, Hui Ning.

Pity the Alice Smith School Delegation did not manage to make it. It could have been a hell lot more exciting if they came.

Sorry Dharma!!! Cannot come tomorrow.

Oh and Ken Vin, remember to give me some contacts of your American girlfriends. Don't hog them all to yourself.