Stupidity : A chronicle

Eleanor Rigby :

Eleanor apologises for the long hiatus, but Eleanor has been rather swamped with his/her thrilling double life as a secret agent for the Peoples Republic of China. And Eleanor has been rather ill lately, that didn't help.

Eleanor feels rather worried for our beloved blogger. Eleanor has never heard her say f**k before , unless of course she ran out of shampoo. All you mates out there, send her a card or a sundae, and she'll love you twice as much !

A famous Irish playwright and poet once remarked that "there is no sin except stupidity".
Mr Garrison of South Park once said that "there is no such a thing as a stupid question, only stupid people".

He would know what's stupid and what isn't

And so today, Eleanor will discuss stupidity.

Stupidity exists in many forms.

From watching American sports, to believing that there is no script for wrestling, stupidity exists at all times. It is an incurable sin.The Height of Stupidity

Famous examples of stupidity have occurred during our history.

In 323 b.c., Alexander the Great did not designate an heir to his enormous empire, thus condemning it to utter ruin

In 1942, Adolf Hitler advanced upon Stalingrad and decimated his all dominating German army.

In 1992, Kurt Cobain married Courtney Love.

In 2004, 200 million Americans reelected George Bush to lead them

In 2006, Westlife beat Oasis, U2 , and The Beatles in an album chart battle.

If these aren't damning examples of stupidity at it's best, Eleanor is speechless.

"There is no sin except stupidity"

What is the difference between stupidity and genius then ?
Well, genius has a limit.

Eleanor has had the privilege of meeting many stupid people in his/her life, and it shows. Stupidity is so unique in the sense that we are all prone to moments of stupidity. All of us have probably done something so ridiculously stupid, we could probably only laugh or cry.

Eleanor recommends laughing, crying never helps.


Whether it be the purchase of Pokemon playing cards, a crocked relationship, or even buying a Kylie Minogue album in a drunken rage, it is only human to be stupid, so don't beat yourself up too much about it.
As the above examples illustrate, stupidity is committed by the best of us after all.

In conclusion, it's alright to be stupid. Just as long as we learn from our stupidity, and do it on purpose next time, everything will be just fine.

At least you can tell people you meant it.

There's always someone more stupid out there

Watermelons and Shampoo

Eleanor Rigby:

Eleanor reports that Weishya is still doing well in the jungles of Tuaran, and amazingly, not looking forward to her first weekend as a member ( albeit temporary) of the Malaysian armed forces.

Eleanor feels worried for our beloved shampoo showgirl. Not looking forward to weekends is usually a premature sign of insanity in many cultures.

After making contact again and finding out the happenings in the World of Weishya, Eleanor reports that PLKN has now resorted to giving nametags to its participants. Apparently, nametags are a source of annoyance to our sometimes fussy National Service-woman. ( Hers is yellow)

How unique.

The food situation in Tuaran hasn't exactly improved either. In the words of Weishya herself, " the food has only gotten crappier". Dried up fried fish is simply not her thing.
She has also complained of getting "frowned at" for asking for an extra slice of watermelon.

What a world we live in.

Could dried up fried fish be that bad ?

Unfortunately for her AND us, she'll be staying back during the "ching ming" holidays. To the uninitiated, this is the time of year where the Chinese community pays respects to their ancestors by giving offerings and prayers at the graves of our lost love ones.

Thankfully, she tells me that her shampoo supply still remains healthy, but will definitely inform Eleanor when she is running low. That would be Eleanor's cue to urge all of you out there to reach into your pockets and send some shampoo via air mail to Tuaran.

It'll be worth it in the long run. We wouldn't want her coming back looking like THIS, would we?

It's just not her look

Thats all so far that Eleanor has to report for now. Stay tuned for more updates in the World of Weishya!

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The Latest

Eleanor Rigby :

Eleanor reports that Weishya has made contact with Eleanor from the murky jungles of Tuaran. She is doing well, albeit frustrated with a few aspects of PLKN life.

It is only fitting that Eleanor use this blog as a outlet for reporting on the happenings in Weishya's PLKN experience, and as such, this post is dedicated to update those of you who feel bored with Eleanor's musings and are anxious to find out what exactly is happening in the World of Weishya.

For starters, our beloved blogger has issues with the clothing provided by PLKN. Apparently, XL size sweatshirts are handed out for exercise purposes. This WOULD get on the nerves of someone who has the figure to command a bigger salary to wear a miniskirt to sell mp3's.

How incredibly moronic.

We aren't like America where 60% of the population is overweight. We don't eat cheese with everything.
XL shirt for him can lah

Bad news for all you perves out there though, but it IS more proof of incompetent administration in a BN-controlled area.

She has also recently learned the latest " Tepuk thank you". Apparently , its the " in thing" in NS camps nowadays though it pales in comparison to the ever irritating " Tepuk Commando"

Sabahan guys are also awful at courting women. This is a note to all you women out there who wanna go to Sabah to get hooked up. No offence to any Sabahans reading this, but this is merely her personal opinion after all.

Looks like she'll come back single.

But not all is bad in the World of Weishya, it is said in the lore of NS camps, that her camp is the best in Malaysia. After all, they had mutton for lunch. A cause for celebration if i ever saw one.

Vegetables remain disgusting though.Vegetables are NOT food

Unfortunately for her, marching and awfully dull "ceramahs" usually fill her day. I suppose this is to aid her in the long run. How though, Eleanor will never know.

Watching Sabahan girls " drop hair like dead cells" also scares her into keeping a close eye on her shampoo collection and throws her into a sense of confusion as to how such pretty girls could lose so much hair. Again, please do not take offence to this as it is merely an observation aimed at inducing a sense of humour.
They want/need this bad

She also has other gripes regarding many aspects of PLKN life, but these gripes might have a tendency to arouse the sensitivities of certain people and as such will not be posted up. Eleanor likes to remain alive and breathing. And so does Weishya for that matter.

Last but not least, she has also made an acquaintance with a frog in the toilet. Screaming the whole building down seemed like an appropriate response at the time.Eleanor would scream too

I suppose it would be frightening.



Eleanor supposes that all you readers out there miss our dearest Shya, and wish for her return as soon as possible.

Eleanor will continue to update all you friends out there who are anxious to know about her NS experience whenever the reception is Tuaran permits text messaging.

P.S.: To Joey, she wants her sundae

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The Importance of Being Idle

Eleanor Rigby:

A notable Irish playwright and poet once commented that "hard work is simply the refuge of people who have nothing whatever to do".

And as such, it is the theme of Eleanor's musings today that hard work is unnecessary in the attainment of success.

A wise man once told Eleanor that,

sleep = rest
rest = energy
energy = ability to study
ability to study = success

Hence, sleep = success

True, this might not make sense on so many levels, but isn't sloth just so wonderful at times ?

Romario never attended training as a player but continued to terrorize defenders worldwide.

Winston Churchill merely drank his way through World War 2, and the Allies still won.

Paris Hilton merely showcases her bimbo-ness every once in a while for publicity ( and fame).

Barisan Nasional..... No comment

The Japanese work incredibly hard, but in today's newspaper, 25% of married Japanese couples have not had sex in the past year. Success, you say ?

It is rather obvious that an alternative path to success is sloth.
Being lazy is NOT a crime, it is merely a way of life. And sometimes an irritating habit.

AND SO, Eleanor urges all you hardworking souls out there to throw down the books, turn off your desktops, start lazing around and stop to smell the roses!

After all, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.




So remember people, when your parents tell you that working hard is necessary, that laziness is a sin, BELIEVE THEM NOT!

Laziness is perfectly alright.

Monkey-ing Around

Eleanor Rigby :

Early reports from Tuaran suggests that our dearly missed blogger is doing well, albeit frustrated with the inefficiency which has become a trademark of Malaysian administration.

Eleanor wonders if Weishya will meet a monkey.....

Eleanor has always wanted a pet monkey. Even since Eleanor has begun watching The Simpsons, dreams and fantasies of having a pet monkey dressed in a tutu playing the cymbals have been a constant attendant in Eleanor's dreams.

Now, before all you animal activists up there get your panties up in a bunch, consider the thought for a moment , and ask yourself.

Are hamsters really that interesting compared to monkeys with cymbals ?

Are cats really worth all the trouble that they are compared to an instrument toting monkey?

They could probably even earn you a buck or two if you needed it.

If only monkeys and other primates weren't such aggressive carriers for AIDS, Eleanor is sure that an illegal pet monkey trade would take over the world. Monkeys would be the new black. Pokemon wouldn't stand a chance.

But then again, the Japs would probably come up with a way to market Japanese monkeys to kids, fully equipped with the latest nonsensical gadgets to make them more "monkey-ish". Bananas sold separately.



Domo arigato mofos.

In fact, if the Infinite Monkey Theorem has any logical basis whatsoever, getting a monkey wouldn't seem like a such a bad idea after all. Imagine a Monkey Potter, or a Lord of the Monkeys.

"Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise ( Or a milkman)" - Mad Magazine

P.S. : In reference to confusion surrounding the voting process, 5 is the best. Not 1. Morons

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Substitution!!!

Our dear friend Weishya is leaving soon. And by the time some of you read this, she would probably have already left for the murky jungles of Tuaran to undergo national service. No doubt, this is a huge loss for the shampoo industry, but i've been informed that they do have contingencies for such situations.

And as such, she has decided, that in the interests of her blog, the very blog whom her friends and fans (hopefully they exist) frequent, she has decided to leave an amateur to continue the tradition of keeping her blog from collecting virtual dust and to (hopefully) aid her in her quest to be top 10 in her happy moments contest! I have been entrusted with this responsibility, and i hope to fulfill her rather lofty expectations.

After all, change is the only permanent thing in this strange world we live in, wouldn't you agree?

Over the next month ( or maybe more), i whom may be referred to as Eleanor Rigby , will try my best to maintain the very high standards SHE has set to ensure that her current readers continue to come back over and over until PLKN has finally ran its course, and our experienced blogger/friend/shampoo showgirl returns home.

I beg you to leave comments if you find my posts too self absorbed or shallow, as it is a bad reflection on Weishya's blogging history. I will try to remedy any conceitedness that may arise due to my inability to blog properly, or to dumb things down for all of you out there with a less-than-impressive IQ level.

P.S.: Vote for this blog. It IS the best. Not those sorry excuses for virtual diaries that her competitors have put up.

P.P.S. : Please refrain from attempting to guess the identity of Eleanor Rigby. He/She prefers to remain anonymous.

I'll be back before you know it!

PLKN awaits me.

National Service, a military camp designed by the government to drill the love for the country into the hearts of youngsters like you and me, which a majority of the population know we dread to go and find it a waste of precious time.

The question is: Will she survive?

Anyway, if you happen to have a sudden urge to write to me.....here's the address!

Szetoo Weishya
Kem KK DIBAWAH BAYU,
Kampung Kauluan,
89208 Tuaran,
Sabah.

Do write :) it's too late to ask for each and everyone's full address but if you write and include your full address I'll write back for sure! (please insert a stamp or two, I haven’t got time to buy any heh)

The instructions are to meet at Stadium Shah Alam, parking lot at 3.30am.

Leaving for the airport at 4.30am sharp.

If all goes well. my flight to Tuaran, Sabah would probably be at... 7.00am?

Gah.

I don't wanna leave!!!

Oh scrap that.

Just let me finish those 3 months fast and painless please.

I might even be back before my three months is up. Who knows :D

I know everyone’s gonna be busy with loads of tests and all that, but still, you guys WILL miss me. You'll see. :) And I'm gonna step on my pride for a moment here and say *deep breaths* I'mgonnamissyouguystoolah. Take care and all the best, alright?

I'll be back in one piece to salvage my McD sundae cup Joey!

And no gifts/happy sticks Yee Yang.

To National Service I shall go.

Q: If Szetoo Weishya was a superhero, who would she be?
A: Batman. Why? Because Batman Returns :DD

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And She Smiles

I know I'll be meeting you in a few hours, for the last time in the next few months...but I just wanna type this down before I loose my nerve. And breakdown. And also cos you'd never know, my plane just might be terrorized by another Osama wanna-be and god knows what will happen out there in Sabah. Then, I'll regret big time not telling you this before.

I will miss you dearly best friend.

The old saying of one smile makes two stands true
as it has been proven between the two of us.

You're the only person I could be really vulnerable to. I can ask for a pat on the back without worrying about being seen as hopelessly insecure. Our friendship went deeper then that. Not many has such opportunity to meet a friend who meets eye to eye in many perspectives, but we found each other amongst the many many folds of startling attitudes, sarcasm, and irony.
I am glad we did.

The fact that you'd be rocking your socks at Thai on my first weekend away at Sabah is depressing wei. Who am I to call and Rant my heart out?

I'll show you, I can indeed wake up FIVEam everyday to brave the cold showers and stinking morning exercise. I'll be back with a awesome tan, a slim tummy(with no help from cheese rings) and a hot Sabahan guy you'd be longing to go NS yourself :P

But then again, who's gonna laugh when we crack up lame jokes? Or who's gonna fend off for me to escape a 'critical situation' no matter how nonsensical the reason may be.

Actually, I'm wondering, who's gonna save you from that creepy dude when he corners you for yet another droning long conversation? Omg la, I'm laughing my head off just imagining your pained expression searching for escape route.

Every once in a while, a person's lucky enough to make an unforgettable friend:
you're it for me, Crystal Chow.

All Of The Sudden I Miss Everyone

Hello world!

I'm drafting this post only because I can't stand seeing the last post as the first entry.

It makes me sad.

To make things worst, yeah, it could get worst, I'm down with a dire flu, sore throat and minor fever. Bah.

I'm under strict diet of Vitamin C's and bananas. Heehee.

ANYway...this post is to dedicated to my previous Happy Moments entry.

Have you read it?

If you're reading this, and you have not voted five times a day like Shing Vee and Joey, you should be downright ashamed of yourself.

And you call yourself a friend :( Look in the mirror wei.

How could you disappoint me like that?

My entry has once made me feel on top of the moon now sink into depressions in the bowels of the ice cream tub.

I had so much hopes when I was drafting that post. So so much expectations.

But now........

I don't even stand a winning chance for the 5k. To have a winning chance, my entry has to be in the Top10 on the 7th April 2008. But guess what??

I'm not even in the goddammit Top10!!!

Because I'm not shallow enough to vote for myself. Or to sabotage other people's chance at winning.

I want your vote. Because, I know I truly deserve it. I write good stuff which actually follow by the theme of Happy moments and not add in nonsensical topics like 'my favorite color is red' and 'I love rainbows'.

Check the current Top10 entries if you refuse to believe me. I am an accomplished blogger and by winning would boost my spirits and produce more fantastic addictive entries.

So if you wanna make my day, week and year, CLICK and VOTE. And so you know, it doesn't cost a cent to vote okay and there is a limit to vote.

No reason to be stingy with votes now is there :)

I'm just curious, is there a flaw with my entry? Is that why I ain't in Top10? Spit it out now or forever hold your peace.

On a random note, hawkers in Johor has been caught red handed cooking BANANA FRITTERS with melted plastic bottles. Not that I'm in any state for a goreng pisang snack but HOW COULD THEY?

Has Dato Chua Soi Lek thought you nuts? Secretly slipping a plastic bottle in a wok of boiling hot oil is just as bad as crime. The health hazards of eating extra crispy fried banana fritters are major okay. I'm not just making a fuss here for nothing because I know how is it like to crave for crispy banana fritters during teatime and we will somehow or rather succumb into buying them against our will.

You mean mean hawkers, shall someday receive the same fate as your customers suffer.

I've made friends with two China-rians. They're teaching me mandarin :) It's quite funny really. They're teaching me how to say umbrella with the help of MSN! I've known them for two minutes but they've already voted for me ahahaa!

Stephen King once wrote: Time takes it all. Whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away...and in the end, there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness. And sometimes we lose them there again.

Hold on tight, with all my might

I think I've delayed this post for as long as I could. I wish I could avoid it altogether but…..

I don’t want my readers to wonder to no end wondering if I fell of a swing and went tumbling into a deep state of coma, do I?

I shall bravely and courageously type this out without shedding a tear whatsoever.

To those who don’t already know, because I’ve only been lamenting about it for half a gazillion times or so, I’ll be leaving for Sabah next Tuesday. I’ll be leaving my safety, comforts of home, secured circle of friends, in trade for three months at the National Service.

Oh yes I will. I feel like I'm, walking into lion’s cage without a weapon. No, I feel like I'm being served on a dish to a lion… Gah.

Below is a list of items I will need to bring along. I’ve been racking my brains for essential and necessary items to bring. But Mum just tosses them outta my already over-the-brim luggage bag.

I already packed the ones in green. While the ones in red are what I am yet to obtain. The ones in pink are inaccessible.

Loose fitting shirts
Clothes hangers
Fork and spoon
Shower foam
Pink shampoo
My best friend in bed, Mr. Blanket
Lotion
Sunblock
Sunblock
More sunblock
A mini bucket(?)
Brush and detergent
Mobile phone & charger
Novels
Double Stuff Oreos, thank you Crystal!
Sanitary Pads
Stamps, envelopes and all you people’s house address!!!
Telephone Cards, I might have the urge to call home on weekdays :(
Nail clippers
Padlock
Vitamin C’s
Towel
A lifetime supply of maggi
Waterbottles
Toothbrush and toothpaste
Shoes
Medicines
Slippers
Alarm clock
My splendid bed
My trusty water heater
Code lock for suitcases
Stationary
Marker pen, to label my uniforms
Notebook
Backpack
Best friend, Crystal Chow

Did I leave anything out? Cos I swear my brain is so numb I can hardly think.

Lately, one too many people have been asking me about National Service.

First of all, I am very scared, I am very nervous, and I am very excited. In many perspectives.

Truth be told, I am actually very tired. I am just going to NS, expecting the worse and am going to take whatever comes flying in my face and hope for the best. I have a feeling I will get quite annoyed during the whole ordeal, but that is life so I've just got to suck it in, bear the cold waters, early mornings and go. NS may be fun (or it may not), NS may be a waste of time, but I must go through it for dad’s not gonna spit out a thousand bucks to exempt me from it, and that is that.

I swear, my mother is like a precious gem. There’s one and only one in the entire world.

Would you laugh at your daughter when she cries and grieve over her pitiable SPM results? Would you?

Because she did just that. I call her mummy. With the U not the O. She chastises me of the ‘unnecessary’ knick knack I'm bringing to Sabah claiming it’s taking up space but she packs little bags that I'll never use. She calls up all her friends whose daughters or sons went for National Service just to ask if I would need to bring a pail or what airplane I'll be taking. Or is the traditional baju a must to bring. Then she calls again to confirm whatever nonsense idea I came up with just to dishearten her from packing fifteen thousand shirts for me. Which she later on agrees with me saying only need a few la, like it was my fault, and progresses to mumble about toiletries. She tells me I'm crap at packing. She empties the entire luggage bag to discover the hidden stash of M&Ms between the folds of my shirts.

Being Cina, mum say's Milo 3in1 are a rip-off swindle.

I agree with her.

Mummy… I love you. Even when you were giving me that pep-talk about being neat and tidy, and eating my vegetable, or when you went on and on about watching my actions and speech when in the forest as there just might be sprits lurking around the corner. I kept quiet through the whole ordeal. Only because I was on the verge of crying my eyes out, and I didn’t want you to know. That woman has the power to get me into tears within a matter of seconds these days. She’s not bashful from taking full advantage of it too. I'm gonna miss you guys at home so so much la.

Even you Tall Sister :)

A place somewhere in the world

My name is Lucas Scott. I'm a senior at Tree Hill High School.

I play basketball - at least I used to. I have a girlfriend - at least I used to.

And I have a best friend.

Tree Hill is just a place somewhere in the world. Maybe it's a lot like your world, maybe it's nothing like it.

But if you look closer, you might see someone like you. Someone trying to find their way. Someone trying to find their place.

Someone trying to find their self.

Sometimes it seems like you are the only one in the world who's struggling, who's frustrated, unsatisfied, barely getting by. But that feeling's a lie. And if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find you and make it all okay. Because we all need a little help sometimes-someone to helps us hear the music in their world, to remind us that it won't always be this way. That someone is out there.

And that someone will find you.

Quoted from TV Series, One Tree Hill.

Can I have a hug?

I have it now.

Today. About 11.15am.

In my hands..

The long awaited slip of paper with a handful of grades printed on it, my SPM results.

It's a big great sigh okay. Not something to go whooping about.

But then again, it wasn't what I expected either.

I'll just get over this in one big great breath. And hopefully, when I click the Publish Post button, I'll be tons happier.

Before I left for school, I was extremely nervous/anxious.

I was clutching my heart as if my dear life depended on it. Ironically, my life depended on it.

I had so many different emotions rolled up into a muddled tangle of a ball.

One moment I felt like peeing in my pants, the next, I wanted to barf.

For once, chocolate coated cookies did not look appealing :(

:(

Few hours ago, my head felt as if it was gonna blow up. Just like a time bomb.

Upon receiving that slip, I glanced through. It wasn't what I wanted to see.

The words on it seemed too big to fit into my eyes. They belong to some strange, heavy, powerful language that pounds away at the side of my head. It's like a ball coming so fast at me, again and again.

Until finally, the words crack a hole large enough to fit inside my brain. And in doing so, they split me apart.

And I cried.

Like I said, it wasn't what I expected.

Ultimately, I was unhappy.

$#TCRD^%F^*GUIH&B%$#^ IT^&)*&_*U(M*&B%!@!!!

If you remember this post or this post or THIS post.... It made all my endless effort seem feeble. and undeserving.

Barisan National, if you're taking it out on us, for the failed glamorous wipe out on the Opposition, you suck. You really really suck.


P/s: Daddy, I think you're really really sweet. Thank you for the ice cream.

CONGRATULATIONS
to those who got their string of straight A's.
to those who didn't, live with it.

The Most Exciting Moment Of My Life, Yet

RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!

SPM RESULTS ARE OUT TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!

OMG!

That has been all I've been muttering since morning. I am shaking in my knees and my fingers are trembling as I type through this post.

Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a just a little bit there.

Save me please someone.

I suddenly lost confidence in myself, I suddenly feel that though I've worked so terribly hard to reach the stars, I won't get my straight A1's.

What if I didn't study hard enough?

Oh god...it's dreadful having to doubt myself over and over again.

I still am praying and hoping to get at least straight A's in regardless of whether they are A1 or A2.

Straight A's fall into my wide open hands. I know my palms are not that huge but if you aim sharp enough, it just will plop nicely into them.

I have this sudden inspiration of sleeping overnight at the temple. Wanna join me? :)

Wild Childhood Dreams

When I was a kid, about the age of five, I had big dreams.

Like really really BIG.

I used to think zoo keepers was cool.

Not this Zoo Keeper.

The real kinda zoo keeper.

You know, like Steve Irwin from The Crocodile Hunter?

I know Steve Irwin isn't a zoo keeper but you get my drift..

It is beyond me how, but Steve Irwin appears macho in the mind of a five year old.

Maybe it's the Aussie slang and how he says 'beauuutiful' all the time.

Back to the zoo keeper ambition,

I wanted to live with the giraffes and elephants.





Please correct me, is the right term a zoo keeper..? or zoologist?




Anyway, my point is, that I wanted to be with the animals of all kinds.

To live with nature.

I wanna bathe with the elephants.

Crawl with the sloths.


Swim with the penguins.

Ride on a sea lions.


Like every other kid, naturally, dreams, don't last long.
( I fear an elephant would trod on me with is huge wide feet )

My dream swerved into a different direction.

My dreams were still what you say..Huge?

I wanted to make poverty history.




Do you know,
about 25,000 people die every day of hunger or hunger-related causes.



This is one person every three and a half seconds.
Unfortunately, it is children who die most often.


Knowing that there are kids my age or younger, sleeping under a filthy bridge,
makes me squirm with guilt.



Seeing these kids,
I am somewhat disgusted by people who rather spend thousands on their dog,
which in return sleeps all day.




I told myself,
Someday, when I earn BIG bucks,
enough for myself and to support my uncontrollable spending habit.
I want to support the kids who live in poverty.




I will not, turn my head and ignore the donation boxes scattered in shopping malls.
I will not pretend to be suddenly interested in a dull conversation when volunteers come up to me asking for donation.


I will donate, very generously too.


I am inspired by Angelina Jolie to adopt a child.
The celebrity that adopted Maddox, Zahara, and Pax and Shiloh.



Remember,
poverty never takes a holiday.




People are clinging on to the very last twinkle of hope with the simple intention of catching another glimpse of tomorrow.


We are their hope.

Smarties

Is it possible to fall in love with a blog?

Coz I'm certainly very much in love with mine. Particularly the new blogskin :)

Who needs a man when there are blogs? Haha I sound so sadist back there.

I don't care what you think. You're not inside me. You're not walking in my shoes.

I, for one, have decided to give up the guilt. I can't do everything, and I don't want to.

And I should be expected to either.

Blogs certainly give you that sense of achievement and satisfaction while guys just leave you lost with a broken heart. The days of weeping into the pillow until sleep engulfs me are over.

:)

Dennis: Was I bad?
David: I don't care about any of that stuff. Look, this is just stuff.
[Drops a bowl]
Dennis: [Drops a bowl softly]
David: Come on! Break it like you mean it!
[Throws another bowl]
Davis: [Dennis throws some plates] Now that! Come on!

Quoted from the movie, Martian Child

Foolishly Repeating

It was, Weishya thought, looking out of her room window overlooking the back street with hints of fresh laundry and stray cats stretching out on the street, a perfect day for taking over the world.

Then, I sneezed. Pah, my fleeting notion of taking over the world vanished in a split second.

Today isn’t a bad day, no it isn’t bad at all.

Just seconds after I woke up, my phone bleeped indicating a new text. It said 'Szetoo, read page3 of The Star'. I guess you don't really need a brain to figure out what he meant by that. YES, SPM results are gonna be out on the 12th March! Thats just EIGHT scrawny days away.

"PETALING JAYA: The Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia (SPM) and Sijil Tinggi Agama Malaysia (STAM) results will be released on March 12.
Education director-general Datuk Alimuddin Mohd Dom said students would be able to obtain the results after 10am from their respective schools.
“Private candidates will receive their results through the post,” he said in a statement released yesterday.
A total of 439,255 students sat for the SPM examination while 6,522 students sat for the STAM papers last year. Alimuddin said an analysis of the results would be announced on the same day."

I was a bundle of nerves the whole day. No kidding. I had to had to keep my stray mind occupied. I succumbed to scrubbing the toilet bowl until it shined and sparkled. Then I proceed to start packing for National Service. That was a failed attempt. I managed to gather only five oversized shirts into the very large suitcase. Still so much space la. Sigh.

Yesterday was alright, and the day before was absolutely fun. I don’t know what is wrong and maybe nothing is wrong at all. Then, why do I keep feeling like something is so wrong? Why does that feeling of something is seriously wrong keep tugging at me? Keep pulling me away from everything, keep asking me to listen to it? I am here now, so tell me what’s wrong?

The whole world is listening now, so tell them what’s wrong.

But I can't. It kept its mouth shut, its hands tied, its words all jumbled in a labyrinth. It is telling me to tell everyone that some things are not just as apparent as they seem. It wants me to tell you that maybe not every problem has a solution and it wants me to tell the whole wide world to just please leave it alone.

But no, I don’t want to leave it alone. It’s killing me inside inch by inch just thinking about it. I know there is a perfect term for it but I just couldn’t seem to pinpoint what exactly. . .

I've summed this up from the past weeks or so that sometimes it's nice to talk to different people. A group of people whom you normally don't see eye to eye on many aspects. They make you see things differently and they help you see things that you are blind to. And then you realize that everything you have can come and go, and at times you have to let it go.

Ps: Like my new template? :) heehee.

Life is like a long straight road. That main road will eventually branch out to smaller roads leading to other destinations. Those other roads are the decisions we make and the people we meet. The destinations they lead to are the situations we will experience by the decisions we made or the people we have met.
-Yap Yeow Chong

Pushiness

Today has been weird. Anomalous. Unusual. Odd. Why I'm feeling so, I'm clueless myself. It’s just one of those days. You know? Where appetite goes chaotic. I don’t have the urge to start a chat with anyone. (Pardon me for not replying texts) And the slightest things like an unwashed cup by the sink gets on my nerves. Maybe it’s PMS. Argh.

Anyway, here’s the peak point of my day. It’s quite hilarious actually.

The following banter/conversation was carried out in Mandarin /Cantonese/ Hokkien (I can’t make different between them) from her side and English on mine, but for the sake of my embarrassment regarding the standards of my Mandarin /Cantonese/ Hokkien, it will be reproduced, to the best of my ability, in simple English.

Cina Lady: Ah Girl, where are you?
Me: Hello?
Cina Lady: Where are you?
Me: I'm sorry, who are you looking for?
Cina Lady: Now what time already? Where are you?
Me: *keeps silent*
Cina Lady: Hello? Eh, still there or not?
Me: Ah? Hello? I think you got the wrong number la.
Cina Lady: Where is Ah Girl, I want to talk to her?
Me: No, seriously, I'm not who you think I am and you have the wrong number. Bye.

Then the phone rings again. Annoyed, I pick it up.

Cina Lady: Eh, I know who you are, I listen to your voice and I already know! You are her classmate right?
Me: *stammers* I have no idea what you're talking about and who you want to talk to, but you have the wrong number.
Woman: Eh, don't play! I'm getting angry already! Where are you?
Me: Huh? What?
Cina Lady: I'm angry! Where is Ah Girl, I know who you are!
Me: Er...? But, but…
Cina Lady: Ask Ah Girl come back now, I'm waiting for her.

Then I hung up. And switched off my phone until now.

She gets 5699330 points for persistence and stubbornness.

On a random note..

Here's 3 things I would do if I were a DVD seller:
1. Not lie to customers about clarity or non-clarity of DVDs
2. Watch all the movies I peddle so I can give worthwhile/sensible opinions when customers ask me “Eh this movie nice ah?”
3. Dye my hair blonde, just because I can. Hah!