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If life were a book, then then the years that pass would be the chapters that allow the words to flow seamlessly and reveal stories that people enjoy so much. But years don't do that, do they? It felt just like yesterday I was welcoming 206 with open arms, in smiles after a moderately pleasant 2005. It offered promises of being a good year, as most new things do. Besides, beinga year older meant being a year wiser. It has become a custom NOT to make any New Years resolutions, especially in the last ten years or so. Anyway, it's a fact that when 31st December sweeps by, bowing on it's way out, we sit down and ruminate in regret for not going through all those (usually ridiculous) goals we set for ourselves. I didn't make any resolutions the previous year, and I've made up my mind to not make any for the coming year too! 2006 brought along a whole bunch of joys and sorrows. Topsy turvy and turbulent as far as years go. Time sped by, leaving snails behind, lagg...

Thirteen Things about terrashield:the past 1. She played table tennis in school 2. She dyed her hair purple once, but since her original hair was very dark, it didn't show except under bright lights. 3. When she was 11 she had a fight with another kid over a green colour pencil. 4. At age 6, she created an imaginary sister whom she fondly named Malboro. She then shared the imaginary sister story with her real sister who believed every single word. 5. She had single handedly destroyed a vacuum cleaner 6. Her interest in caring for the environment started with a book by David Bellamy 7. She used to have a cool collection of stickers 8. When she was 5, her neighbour told her that she wanted to kidnap her kid sister, and she really believed that horrid woman. 9. No one wanted to be friends with her when she first started school 10. She used to enjoy the schoolbus rides home when she was around 13 and 14 years old 11. She had survived on a 56K modem until April 2006 12. H...

It's been ages since I last reviewed a book. As far as I can recall, I reviewed GOD KNOWS by JOSEPH HELLER because that was one of the funniest books I have ever read. Besides, I borrowed the book from the varsity library ever so long ago, and I was afraid that I would forget why I loved it so much. Other favourite books of mine have thus far avoided being brutally post mortemned by yours truly because there was simply no time to do so. Besides, I feel that books like 'TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD' and THE CATCHER IN THE RYE are far too great to be reviewed by little old me. Nevertheless, it's not as though this particular book is not that great that I dare review it... it's only the circumstances that led to me getting the book in the first place which prompts me to attempt some reviewing... not what I think about the book, but the cause and effect analysis due to reading the book. The funny thing was, an old school friend whom I got in touch with only a few months ...

I was just listeneing to some music just now, and apparently this song, Evil by Interpol was in the right place at the the right time... The musical arrangement is superb. Music video # Lyrics Evil Lyrics Artist(Band):Interpol Evil Lyrics Send Interpol polyphonic ringtone to your cell phone Rosemary, Heaven restores you in life You´re coming with me Through the aging, the fearing, the strife It's the smiling on the package It's the faces in the sand It's the thought that moves you upwards Embracing me with two hands Right will take you places Yeah maybe to the beach When your friends they do come crying Tell them how your pleasure's set upon slow-release Hey wait Great smile Sensitive to fate, not denial But hey who's on trial? It took a lifespan With no cellmate The long way back Sandy,wait why can't we look the other way? We speaks about travel Yeah we think about the land We smart like all peoples Feeling real ta...

Some time back, I recall a fellow blogger friend who one of the first few to convert to beta mention that she couldn't log into her account to post comments into non-beta blogger's pages. Now, I find myself facing the same problem... only it's the other way round. Due to my unexplainable stubborness in refusing to change to Beta, me and my blog have been relegated to the status of second class blognetizens. Bloody hell... I can't post comments on my beta blogger friends blogs in one try. It takes at least 3 attempts, and that is if I label myself as 'other' or 'anonymous'. Sometimes, I give up due to sheer frustration in attempting to leave a sign that I have visited. Other non-beta bloggerfriends have mentioned similar thoughts on this subject: Prometheus and Yaxlich . I'm afraid, that blogger has finally figured out a tactic to not woo non-beta bloggers but to coerce them into joining this society where if things go wrong, then too bad! Ha...

I was reading My Marrakesh this morning when I stumbled upon this meme which she had put up on her blog. As usual, I couldn't resist tagging myself... What you have to do is pretty simple... 1. Grab the book closest to you. 2. Open to page 123, go down to the fifth sentence. 3. Post the text of next 3 sentences on your blog. 4. Name of the book and the author. 5. Tag three people. Alas! I realised in dismay that I was at work, which means the book closest to me might be an equipment catalogue... Now putting that up would have generated a free advertisement... (The truth is my table was spotless this morning, because we were forced to clear out the desks as the president (of the company) was supposed to visit us - that means even the manual was out of reach!) Anyway, I just remembered that I had chucked a book into my bag a few days ago... so I guess that I'm in luck. Here goes: They are probably arriving now. I left my uncle there and I must run back. Look here, i...

If there's any injury that you can downplay, a whack on the head is definately not in the group. It's a nice Sunday morning, and the best part is that Monday is a public holiday and that means I have one of those hugely anticipated long weekends :) But then that's another story! Anyway, I went to get some stuff yesterday (which was Saturday), and one of it was this book The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho. I'm not exactly sure if it's just my luck or the fact that the major bookstore chain only has a tiny store in the town I live in, but books are hard to come by once they've passed their prime... Anyway, surprisingly this time around the book was there, riight in front of my eyes! (Actually, if I'm desperate enough, the staff at the book store could always locate the book for me from one of their bigger stores, but for reasons unknown, I don't often go through that measures to obtain a book I want. Maybe I feel that its better complaining about it) Ba...

I saw this on Prometheus's blog who tagged himself after reading Lizza 's blog (which i actually read too, but it was quite long ago). Anyway, it looked pretty interesting and all, and I was bored, so I actually tagged myself... more out fo curiosity than anything else. 38/150 = 25% If you read this part, that means this is the 3rd time I'm publishing this post. You see, in my half unawakened state this morning, I hit my head on the doorway (accidentally, of course!) and now, I'm a bit of a blubbering idiot. First I spelt 'actually' as 'catually' and then left it there to be published, next I repaired my PS at the bottom of the page, because something was wrong with it, and then as I read the page again, I noticed that I had failed to describe the objective of this meme... Objective: What you have to do is copy this whole thing in your blog, feel free to delete the parts in the parantheses, and bold the sentences which describe things you have don...

Is there a reason to not worry when you read things like this Registering yourself as a blogger describes the idea of having your freedom curbed, your every move monitored... It's an assault on your existence as a person who has been bestowed with the ability to think (rationally or otherwise) If a different country wants to do it, then let it be. Why emulate it? If you look at their history, communism was part of their not so distant past. We instead have fought tooth and nail against it, lived in general fear during the emergency years, not allowed a movie about an old communist ' hero ' to be screened here, yet when it comes to freedom, we are sometimes treated like 5 year olds. And you can't force people to be responsible. I believe that people, regardless of who they are will be able to make conclusions for themselves based on what they read. Introducing this move is akin to telling off the lady at the end of the street to register herself as an official go...

INGREDIENTS 1. Find November 2. Add a dash of self induced insomnia 3. Sign up for a competition with stringent time constraints 4. Sit for an exam in a foreign language 5. Study the said language 6. Apply for leave (2 days) to study said language 7. Go to work and stay there for 12 hours 8. Work on Saturdays too 9. Ensure that everything is urgent, if it's not, make sure that machines break down so that sooner or later it will be urgent. 10. Work with a colleague who has just handed in his resignation and is doing his involuntary notice period. 11. Your other level headed colleague is out of the country 12. Neglect your blog and concentrate on other things (read: work/competition/exam) 13. Worry about everything that usually doesn't worry you 14. You find out that your favourite band loses a team member (The bright side is, he's still alive, so chances for a regrouping will be there) 15. Make sure that everything clashes with everything 16. Encourage your ...

After 3/4 of a month of word crunching, ugly elbows, unkempt hair, mad coffee and ice cream intake, I bow in defeat to this thing called time. I don't know where it went, or how I suddenly got here although I swear that it was only 15 November a few days back. Even if I sat or stood and typed and typed till tomorrow, the 18000 words I'm after is too far away... (I just sprained my side trying to reach for those words) I hate to admit defeat so soon, but I've preservered, lied to myself, sabotaged my characters, sabotaged my story, not to mention hated my self and life so many times this month. It's finally over. My NaNoNovel Epitaph The nights you kept me awake, Seeking all my attention, You shared my coffee and cake, And caused a whole lot of tension. Yet I cared for you, In ways no one understood, There were moments when I was blue, Yet you never went unnurtured. Then the day came, It was so not expected, Some may say that it's lame, But I...

I have been recently tagged by Princess Shin to do a tag about 5 things. Based on observation in other blogs though, I noticed that the 5 things can be anything, some folks did 5 things you never knew about me , or 5 things I want to do , etc... I have decided to go by 5 things I want to do before I die . 1. Bungee Jump in Australia It was definitely a long time ago when I first saw someone do the bungee jump (on tv, obviously) and it was done somewhere in Australia. Since then I've been hankering over bungee jumping, but since I've never stepped into Australia it all remains a wish. Anyway, the other day, I had to climb up a 10 ft tank to take some pictures (all in a day's work) and as I stood on top of it, I looked down and felt a wee bit queasy. This tank, however is only 10 feet above the ground, and if I fell down, I might have just broken a bone or two... Not too bad, eh? But I'm not deterred. Australia, here I come! (When I can get leave long enough t...

One of my shortcomings is that I have a penchant for (what I presume to be) spiffy titles like this one. They just pop into my head and don't leave me peacefully until I've used them. Anyway, if you live around here, it's common knowledge that Bangsar is synonymous with cool happenings, shopping, a wide variety of food and dancing (or clubbing, as most of the people know it) It is something of a curiousity, but I have a feeling that regardless of whatever other forms of dance that may be present, tapdancing may not be one of them. As I said, I'm going by gut feeling, so if there is tapdancing going on in Bangsar, then I'm afraid I have to eat my shoe. (PS: I think they should have the Riverdance performance here; it's awesome) But I digress... This is a story about me, Bangsar and shoes. One of the few attractions of Bangsar is the food, especially since it has a myriad of restaurants serving banana leaf cuisine. I'm not particularly a fan, beca...

Two ways to (commit) suicide 1. Quick death: Take a BIG rope, tie it around your neck and hang yourself. 2. Slow death: Take a SMALL rope, tie it on a girl's neck and marry her... I received this through SMS earlier today, it was from an unrecognised number, so I'm just going to go ahead and assume that the person who sent me this is a stranger who accidently sent the message to my phone number instead of the person it was intended to reach. It might be also safe to assume that it was from one guy to another guy. What worries me though is the fact that why would anyone use a rope to marry someone else?

In a Past Life... You Were: A Famous Undertaker. Where You Lived: Ireland. How You Died: Consumption. PS: Credit goes to www.blogthings.com The HTML code refuses to co-operate with the formerly famous undertaker

I broke down in front of the colour spectrophotometer this morning while I was having a discussion with the QA executive regarding some colour issues that have been mushrooming at a rapid pace the last two weeks or so. She didn't know what to do, except saying, hey, calm down... and patting me on the shoulder. Apparently, I'm not the first to break down in tears. A few other 20 somethings have been at it too. Things have been going on quite awfully the last few days especially. There are so many things to do, the problems keep cropping up, I investigate, and my findings leave me even more baffled than before. I spend about 12 hours a day in that place, taking in as much crap as I possibly can. It's too much. There's only so much I can bear. But I still don't get why I cried. The last time I did that at work was when I just joined this place and was in charge of something I had no experience in (I was practically a fresh graduate right out of school that ti...

Woo Hoo! The internet connection has been fully restored to it's normal self. Yay! That means, I've finally linked this blog to the NaNoWrimo Project I'm working on. The adrenaline rush is awesome, I tell ya... The link to the temporary blog I've set up for this November madness is right at the bottom of the sidebar at the right and somewhere above on this post. The last five days have made me realise that this is an extremely daunting task. My characters actually had a small argument without even me knowing. Ha! Ha! Time for some Non-NaNo stuff.... I had to go to the bank today to fight for my rights. In reality, I should have done it at least 3 weeks ago, but due to many other unavoidable obligations, I've been putting off this activity until today. Alas! It rained the whole morning... somewhere in between cats and dogs and a mild drizzle alternatively. I should have been sleeping instead of getting ready to go and errr... fight for my rights. So, mom ...

I'm officially a NaNoWriMo player this year... I think I'm slightly insane. I'm digging my own grave. I'm actually writing long pieces which I've never done before. At least, there's something positive out of it. Clueless is what I am... I don't know how the story is going to be. In fact, I'm just going to let the characters lead the way, and I'll follow. If they want to commit suicide, so be it. Anyway, I've set up a separate blog somewhere around here to put it up once I'm sure that I've gone too far to abscond it... Anyway, I hope to continue blogging as usual, but the internet connection at home has mysteriously ended... so I have to make do with what I can during break time at work, like now.

I thought that it would be nice if i could write a nice, scary story that'll give the bravest person the creeps... instead I chose to select a few stories I've heard throughout these years. Are they true, or made up from the remnants of over active imagination? No one knows... (insert scary music here) Fact is I wanted to do a halloween decor for my blog. Alas, my knowledge on HTML is not good enough to do some tweaking to the template... Enjoy! 1. Aminah Location: Selangor, Malaysia Aminah is the name we fondly gave to our resident workplace ghost. No one has ever gone near enough to know if it's a woman or man. We suspect she's a female due to her long and black flowy hair. She haunts the utility room and comes out after 7pm and scares the people who go up to the 2nd floor. 2. The toilet ghost Location: A toilet in a girl's secondary school The middle mirror of this toilet is broken. Legends tell us that girls who have looked into the mirror end up seei...

I got tagged by Silversabre where I'm supposed to list down 9 weird things about myself... 1. My (real) middle name: The parents were not just happy giving me a first name, but they had to have a middle name for me too. This name was the butt of numerous jokes and caused some confusion when it came to ethnicity (there are tonnes of different ethnicities here in Malaysia, therefore everyone's curious about a person's particular ethnicity)The weird part is now, when I'm all grown up and people have stopped making fun of my name, I'm starting to quite like it :) 2. Where do I go from here? My sense of direction sucks big time, even in my own hometown. It gets worse when there are roundabouts.... 3. Reading: When I was about 9, my parents got me a second hand encyclopaedia (20 volumes) and I sat down and read almost all the entries (except the long winded ones about wars) for the next few years.. In the end, I ended up walking around with all these trivia in my...

It was several years ago when my then roomate casually mentioned to me that I make conclusions far too easily. Actually, I can't remember what she really said, but it was something along those lines. You see, despite us being born in the same month AND us both being pisceans, we were as different as cabbage and peas... Her feet were always firmly rooted to the ground whereas my head could often be found floating in mid air, hovering between pink clouds and orange skies, and the feet weren't so often found on the ground. At times, I'd find myself being roughly pulled down to the ground where I'd fall in a painful heap, but the clouds and the skies are worth it! What is the connection, you may ask and rightly so... I suppose my intention is to highlight the fact that I do make rough conclusions about the things around me (mostly concerning myself) in a huff... it's interesting while things are on a roll, but it's a big time bummer when the premature conclusions s...

Due to the never exhaustive supply of tags flying around in the blogosphere, I find myself once again succumbing to the pulls of the TAG. I expect that I'm a million light years behind everyone else for this tag, but what the hell... Silversabre tagged me 1. 5 things I would do if I were a millionaire . 1. Build a gargantuan library (fiction only!) with all the cool titles in the world :D 2. Get a self sufficient house - using minimal resources, environmentally friendly, with a large garden that can sustain birds, and insects and frogs (as long as they don't get inside the house and scare the living daylights out of me) 3. Take a long break from daily routine and go globetrotting around the world... and drop by my favourite artists concerts along the way 4. Fool around with the stock market and do some serious investing at the same time 5. The parents: they would need it 2. 5 bad habits 1. I get annoyed way too easily, resulting in me sometimes saying things I do...

It's kinda strange how when I was driving to work just now, my mind was filled with (what I assumed was cool) ideas to blog about, but now as I'm seated here waiting for working hours to start, I'm a bit, 'ahem' stumped. Of course the ideas are still there, but they refuse to fall in place nicely... so unlike a silk curtain. I remember though that I wanted to write about roads, because I saw one of the ladies (whom I fondly refer to as the daredevil road crossers due to their extremely mind boggling choice of location at the stretch of the road they cross - boy wasn't that a mouthful!) buying nasi lemak off the road side nasi lemak lady. So there are these 3 ladies whom I see crossing the very dangerous stretch of road just outside my neighbourhood. Trust me, I know that there is a less dangerous spot for them to cross. I was a pedestrian too! The ladies are fond of huddling at the side of the road that converges from an unofficial 2 lane road to a sin...

I pilfered this off Aunty's blog, entirely voluntarily. 1. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? One only huh? Let's see... O factor 2.You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out of existence. Which one will it be? Pussycat dolls... can't stand them, besides, I'm still sore that they were invited to play here instead of Coldplay 3.Who would you really like to just punch in the face? This answer is quite mean, as I was once this person's lab partner, and she is a 'member of the gang'... but of late, I've found her to be an excruciatingpain in the ass. So, I figured that if I do let out that punch, the animosity towards her will fly away... 4.What is your favorite cheese? Due to the lack of variety of cheese available here, I'm forced to choose Cheddar 5.You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your immediate disposal....

Thanks to silversabre's obsession with the word amazing (Check out his archives, and you'll know what I mean) I have been tagged with this rather interesting meme about all things amazing... in pictures. Here's my list in no particular order : 1. Coffee! A great way to start your day! 2. Johnny Depp - Amazing actor, talented, gorgeous and mysterious! 3. Coral reefs - To think that they're actually animals... Amazing, innit? Besides, since I'm teriffied of the ocean depths, it's even more amazing :) 4. Sunsets - Red and orange streaking across the sky - absolutely amazing (and romantic) 5. Ancient architecture - and close friends/family 6. The Aurora Borealis - Because I can't see it in the equator, where I live :( 7. Music: Need I explain more? PS: My alignment's in a mess... but feel free to tag yourself :D

Dear radio station that refused to play the elusive song.... I have no idea as to what are your ulterior motives for refusing to play the song that I have been curious to find out about. However, despite your insistence on being mean to me, I managed to rediscover the song once again... no thanks to you, though! If I recall correctly, you played the song maybe TWICE (while I was tuned in) I checked your website, your playlist, and everything else that I could think of with futile results. On the other hand, admittedly, it is rather embarassing on my part that the word everyone /everybody does not exist in the said song. (I'm still at lost as to how the confusion occured in the first place) Anyway, I thought that you, being the radio station I tune into most of the time, should know about this. regards, Terra John Mayer - Waiting on the World to change me and all my friends we're all misunderstood they say we stand for nothing and there's no way we ever ...

Yo peeps! Got tagged for this meme by the wielder of the argentum sword 1) What is the best thing about my workplace? Errr... I suppose it's the fact that we get a lot of free food for every great accomplishment (just had one fantastic free dinner last night!), plus the friendliness of all the staff is rather heartwarming :) 2) What do I hate about my workplace? Hate is a pretty strong word... but I could say that it is abominable that we are 'forced' to work late and taking your own designated annual leave is frowned upon. Apparently it's (insert country's name)'s working culture that they have imposed on us just because they are shareholders! I also can't stand the departmentalised mentality the different departments have. We work in the same company for crying out loud! 3) What small irritants at my workplace really annoys me? a.Lots.... the extreme cold in the office vs the extreme heat at the factory floor where I spend most of the working da...

This is my attempt to write something informative... I hope. Anyway, in my previous post, I wrote a poem about the haze which was unable to capture the haze in it's true form. So I have this post, written as an afterthought... The haze is an annual occurence in this part of the world, as in Malaysia, Singapore, and Indonesia. Since I don't follow the newspapers daily, I'm not sure if Thailand is affected or not. The haze is actually a blanket of dense smog which hovers in the atmosphere. The severity measured in API (air Pollutant index). Last year we reached levels of up to 600 in certain parts around the capital city, which was considered to be extremely hazardous. The forests in certain parts start burning in the right conditions: dryness and intense heat. I'm assuming that no one in their right mind would go into the depths of the forest and start a fire now, would they? Winds play a contributing factor too... the original place where the fires started in th...

The haze is back, Just our luck, Grey skies abound, All you can see is the ground, And nothing above a 12 foot rack! The forest is on fire, Definitely not burning with desire, I'm not sure about the peat But if you think about the heat It burns the quagmire A sorethroat has come knocking, I wear a striped red stocking Oh! There goes the wind The sun saying hi from behind Adieu! I'm going spelunking A poem to'commemorate' the arrival of haze on our doorsteps.

I can't help it. Pippi Longstockings has been stuck in my mind for at least the past 2 days since I saw Lorelai and Rory watch the movie. Now, I'm compelled to mention it. I can bet on my safety shoes that if I were ever to walk into a neighbourhood video rental (does such premises exist anymore?) or even the VCD/DVD rental (never seen any thus far) and asked for Pippi Longstockings, the look on the sales clerk will be worth a million dollars (unless they themselves sat down and watched the Gilmore Girls) Pippi Longstockings! PS: Ran a search on Pippi Longstockings on Yahoo! and found out that it's actually a book! But DVD's can be rented... hmmm

This happens to be one of those days when I just allow my fingers to do the talking and the brain to not think too much. It's kinda nice to do that considering the fact that I've not been doing things like that lately... The story through the eyes of Terra Shield: "It's not too easy to exactly figure out how this thing started, but I guess that it stems from the desire to 'ahem' stalk other blogs. Another guess is that foxyfyrre started it first by creating a wall (2 actually) for us to expose our creativity. As the story unfolds, we have Reeholio who found the wall templates and created his own wall, followed closely by Gem . All this happened about 2 weeks ago" But that's not all. "Inspired by the blog enthusiasts, I decided to do one myself... not a really good idea, as the mouse and my palm don't really make a good pair... crooked lines and strange handwriting rule the day. And then I left it to rot in oblivion in an obscure fol...

About a week ago, mom and I ended up in Little India. Contrary to popular belief, the area is not specifically dedicated to all things Indian like Indian food, or Indian clothes shops. The fact is, there are a few banks and some government offices situated in the area and finding a parking spot is a teribble nuisance. Which is why I don't really enjoy going there. Lady luck was on our side that day, though... parking was easy, the day was breezy. Transactions completed, mom and I decided to check out one shop. She decided, actually, and I duly followed her in apprehensively. Mom: You should get a saree this year... Me: Where would I wear it? (Stupid question, I know) Mom: M's getting engaged isn't she? and SLL is getting married too.. Me: M's getting engaged in December... besides the stupid Japanese exam clashes with it... SLL's wedding is only in January Mom: We'll just look okay... once people start rushing to buy for Diwali, then you'll be lef...

Got tagged by Ian , Lizza , and Yaxlich for this one... 1. The last movie you saw in a theater, and current-release movie you still want to see. My super ex-girlfriend. It was an unexpected, last minute let's go watch a movie, and any movie will do kind of day. Enjoyed it heaps! I want to see... The Devil wears Prada? 2. The last movie you rented/purchased for home viewing. The Da Vinci Code... borrowed from a friend. I missed it when it was running in the theatre. I haven't watched it yet, though... 3. A movie that made you laugh out loud. Bridget Jones' Diary - The edge of reason: especially the scene where Colin Firth's and Hugh Grant's characters are chasing each other and the song 'I believe in a thing called love' by the Darkness is playing in the background. 4. A movie that made you cry. More of a scene, actually, from Life is beautiful: when the dad continued pretending that it was all a game to make his son less frightened during the wa...

Inspiration comes from the oddest places... I was in the oven room just now, baking some samples for a test I've done, when I was suddenly hit by a strong wave of intense heat and vaporised solvent from the depths of the oven when I opened the door. I was a bit woozy for a few minutes, and I'm pretty sure I lost at least a year of my lifespan there... What I found interesting though was the fact that not only me, but all of us who frequent the oven room, shut the door with our legs, and stuffed the knobs into place using our knees. Are we that lazy? Why is bending to stuff the knobs with our hands so difficult? Seriously if there was a way to open the door with our legs, we would do it... morever, our hands are usually laden with samples which had been removed from the oven... Helpful, aren't they? Good old knees... I tried concentrating on what else I used my knees for (to check if the brain still worked after the dose of heat and solvent) and came up with this list:...

I found this meme from It's a Blog Eat Blog World and tagged myself. Nothing surprising there . Ha! Ha! Ha! However just like Morgen , this word meme is rather new to me. Sounds nice, anyway... meme Here are my answers... 1) How long have you been blogging? I officially started on 11 April 2005... presently I have 2 active blogs, and 1 sleeping blog. The shortest lifespan of a blog under my name was less than a month. It was dying of neglect.... and then I painlessly killed it. In short 1 year and 5 months 2) Why do readers read your blog? Depends on which blog.... a) This one: I hope it's because the readers can relate to what I have to say, but I think it's most probably due to blogaholicism :D b) The other one: This one's read by people who know me personally, and they are the 'ahem' stars of the show, or as some have said: they need the laughs c) The sleeping blog: This is a special summarisation project which I undertook for a friend who do...

For some particular unknown reason, for a few years of my life, I was very obsessed about being an astronaut. At that point in time, I was rather ignorant of the fact that our country had no space program on it's own. I still remember the days when I used to weave my dreams about going to space, gathering rocks, hopping from planet to planet, meeting alien lifeforms, and not being too bothered with the pulls of gravity. Before I get marked as a raving lunatic, I should add that this was when I was about 9, so my ideas about space was err... kind of ridiculously imaginative. Therefore, it should be no surprise to me or to anyone else that I was rather perplexed whenI heard that the 2 chosen ones for the space program were going to make teh tarik in space! What the hell? Tonnes of (definitely taxpayer's) money was spent to enable this program and all they want to do is make teh tarik? Had I known, I would have applied to be part of the program myself… I'm sure I would not n...

HK got hitched yesterday, after 7 long years of dating, 1 year and 2 months of being engaged, and 3 months after registration. (the engaged and registration is inclusive of the 7 long years, by the way) She's the first to head on into a world which the rest of us don't belong to... and it's funny in a way. The HK we knew had was always laughing about some thing or another... even when she sometimes attempted to have a serious tone, the rest of us always found something funny about it. Like the time she said that she needed fake tears because her eyes were always dry.... (I mean, dry eyes are not something to laugh about, but the rest of us went ahead and laughed. If you were there, you would have too!) During the ceremony, she actually managed to keep her composure and didn't burst out laughing, though she smiled when the cameras weren't focused on her... there's something about certain types of weddings where the parents and elders advise those getting marr...

This is the last place I'm supposed to be at on this rather quiet Tuesday night... I had initially planned to do a bit of studying considering the fact that I had actually gone ahead and signed up to sit for the external Japanese language paper. Yeah, and there's also a test on Monday (sigh) So to appease the turbulence caused by the crescending amount of panic in me... I wrote this poem. Why do I subject myself And put myself on a shelf; To learn a new language, And acquire courage Then suffer from chapter twelve. The brain is swollen, Most probably rotten; Grammar sucks, Aw shucks, And everything learnt is forgotten. Of types of 'keis' and 'meishis', 'Keyoshis' and 'doshis', Help! I'm drowning, In endless suffering, I hate this life full of worries.

I was at a meeting just now and I saw a colleague. Not that I don't see her everyday, but there was a substantial amount of unpleasantness today due to her invasion of my dreams yesterday. Before I go on about the dream (which does not involve ghosts this time, phew!) I might as well explain about this colleague. Lets call her KCT. She's quite fierce and prone to mood swings. I don't work directly under her, so I've been spared the harsh criticisms her subordinates receive on an almost weekly basis (or so I heard) In this dream, however, I had to get her permission (and the key) to get to the bathroom. After asking a few rather ridiculous questions (eg: how desperately do you have to go?) she gave me the key, but chided me for wasting her time... what the hell? The journey to the bathroom was even worse. I practically had to crawl through a tiny tunnel which had sand and stones that kind of grazed my elbows and knees (I was wearing shorts and a short sleeved top...

I must admit, I am a git, For poetry I shall not quit. Ha! This is what I get for listening to some of the songs on my playlist... bloody hell. The songs aren't even sad (Barenaked Ladies' It's all been done, Big Country's Big Country, BEP's Don't Lie to name a few) - and yet... here I am, feeling melancholic all of a sudden. Melancholy, You arrived without a word, Your colour green like broccoli, Your presence like people mourning a dead bird. Mood is low, The sky cloudy, With rain and hailstorm below, And bread that is mouldy. Melancholy, You're unwanted, Oh melancholy, Will my wish be granted? PS: I must insist that I am no poet. My idea of this poem is mainly to get the rhyming going. Unfortunately proofreading it gives off a somewhat comical vibe. It's actually supposed to be sad :(

This is a story from long ago. A year full of geekiness. In fact, my whole class was filled with bespectacled teenagers, had an aura of awkwardness around them, who enjoyed maths immensely and was well known for it's noisiness. The class was known as 1K, whereby K stood for Kenanga. I have no idea what the name is in English, the dictionary that was lying here on my desk only defines 'kena' as hit and 'kenangan' as memories. Just my luck! Those were the years when lifelessness ruled. You'd wake up, have a bit of the morning to yourself, and get ready for school at about 11, have a quick lunch, and wait for the school bus around 12 to reach school before 12:50 pm Monday to Friday. School starts a little later on Fridays, but the school bus comes the same time anyway. Then you'd spend the whole afternoon/evening in school right up till 6:30 p.m and by the time you got home around 7:30 pm, you'd have enough time to have a shower, eat some dinner and do...