When Hallucinations Crosses the Border..

"I'm hallucinating!! Lets go grab something! I crave Lok Lok! I crave Starbucks GreenTea Frap!! I want wantan mee, but only the best!" My mind can think of nothing but food! I can't sit still, I've been sitting there for two freaking long days and I have more to come! I crave ikan Bakar kat belakang tuuuu.. Dumpling soup?! Is it good is it good?! "

"We go for a quick grab. I mean QUICK. Ikan bakar. Rojak. Eggtarts. Lohbak."

"If my stomach is not filled, I cannot do my work. BYE. Quick dash! You wanna follow?"

I'm IN. Lets ciao. Over and OUT.

Off we went. That was a pretty quick dash down to KL and back. Grabbed two Greentea frap, one with cream and one without. I've been a Starbucks lover even though I quit coffee ages ago. Never tried GreenTea frap until just now. Whoosh. Was a blast. For my throat, tummy and brain. Froze in no time. kekkeke.

I was already freezing the first few gulps. (and I was thinking that its normal to freeze after taking in the freshly blended fraps..Never experience anything like that with coffee..) Hands and legs were shivering. The funny thing was, we both only came to realise that we're shivering only when we were about to reach home! -.- We're such ... cows. -.-''

Love the spontaneity. =P *hugs*

F.A.T

You wake up in the morning, get a cold shower to give you that Ummmmph, to get you up and moving.

And of course, have breakfast. Never skip breakfast, unless its Sundays where waking up late is just so well deserved. But wait.. Sunday is 1,2,3,4,5,6 days away. Damn. Nevermind.

And when I was about to clean up and leave for work, I got a scare. Cos.. all my life, I've never seen something like this in a sink..



Black round eyes looking up at me. Guess it was unable to move or anything. And its F.A.T.
with Big round eyes. -.-

Got no time to do anything to it. Running late. So.. Eww, thamby! it stayed there the rest of the day!!!

When I got home later that evening, done with dinner and I wanna wash up.
When I looked down, Whoosh! The monster is still there!!
It was in the sinkhole that leads to the drainpipe.
Perhaps thats not a good place to cool yourself off, little lizzy. A Swimming pool? Didn't know lizards can swim, in a drained pool. Haha. I got a shock anyway, cos its late evening and its dark at that corner, and when you suddenly realise there's a pair of big round eyes staring blankly at you, you'd freak. Haha.

Anyway, Thamby, I thought you'd like to see this, so I got it on video. On what I did to it. Pretty smart lizard who never let go of any chances of surviving. *grins* But silly enough to get itself end up there in the first place.

Alexandria

IF I were to judge by its looks, I would NEVER never buy this CD.
Kinda messed up, aint it?

But I fell in love with what lies beneath this awful looking cover.
What I get from within outweighs what I get from the exterior.
The beauty of its contents reflects a different hue on its surface.
A beauty from within.

Soulfully satisfying.

*I love this version of their songs.

National Pride

Shell gave Malaysians another chance to show Singaporeans that we're equally Kiasu.


Free petrol vouchers must be a pretty brilliant idea by Shell. With all the rising cost sprouting from the increase in petrol prices; therefore with kacang putih bank accounts, I oughta stick more medals on my car, and try to get myself some free petrol vouchers. But hey, paying RM50 to get a Medal? The word FREE really blinds people. Smartie idea to get the people to empty their tanks faster so that they can refuel and GET MORE MEDALS! Scam. You get what you paid for~ There's no such thing as Free.

Tinted screens are no longer the "in" thing. Medals are. Just like the proud owner of the above Proton. What better way to show your patriotism than to drive a national car bearing not the national flag but Shell Medals?

Drop it like its Hot.

Nobody sent me anything about people sticking their fingers into their noses. In public. Nevermind.

When you thought that the world had just turned its back on you, think again. It's not that bad if you learn to see it from a different angle. Not literally. Mentally.

Think you have a borrrrrring job? Try something new. Sticking your a*se to the chair, slogging away 9-5 aint your cup of tea? Switch. I've found a cool job. This.


Cool, aint it? People spend hundreds to abseil from mountainsides. This is equivalent to that, but instead of mountainside, you'll be roping down windows. Whats more, unlike mountainside where you syok sendiri and people can ass-look from below or see your big head from above,
people can see you in action. And even snap pictures of you! Hehe. Life is about making Choices.

Flame Grilled, anyone?

Dell's mass recall of battery packs made the headlines today. Grrreat.

As I'm typing this, the laptop was where a laptop was suppose to be, on my lap. To envision my laptop engulfed in a minor inferno was kinda scary, especially when my lap is exposed to such danger of getting flame-grilled. Gee..

I've checked my battery pack a couple of times, and it wasn't part of the recall. Won't exactly say that I'm relieved though. You know, electronic stuffs are kinda.. unpredictable. You'll never know when they decide to blow up. *gulps*

So, its time to leave all those electronic stuffs behind. Stick to the old school. Scream and shout at your pals across the streets if you need to talk, urgently. Nevermind others around you, they can choose not to hear. Or.. think of it as strong wind slapping your face. *Slaps* Stick to desktops, drop everything Mobile. Anything that has the word "Mobile".

With Liquid now officially banned on international flights and at airports, I will not have the slightest doubt that portable computers and cellphones will be next. Along with the brothers and sisters of the mobile technology, we're becoming the victim of our own inventions.

Maybe in the near future, we needn't wear anything over our birthday suits, we don't need to. After all, airports will be equipped with high end equipment that will allow them to see through the passenger's clothes. Why do we need clothes then? Save them alot more time, and our time too.

One thing interesting about being on Malaysia roads are that, there are so many things to see. Malaysians have the most peculiar little habits. Such as digging their nose publicly, which is as usual as running your hand through your hair. I'm not sure if I'm privileged, but I get to see ALOT of that everywhere. I cringe at the sight of that. I had to.
The worst thing is that, they kept doing what they were doing even though they saw you looking at them. How's that? Ugh. The next time you see that, grab your camera phone immediately and capture them. I'm sure that those snapshots wont go to waste. Just like we could submit pictures of people cutting queues, or doing the most outrageous things with their vehicles, we could do the same about bad habits. Send it to thoughtsforjamie@yahoo.com.

What's not to like about being a Malaysian?

Walk on the Wild Side

We interpret meaning of songs just as we do facts thrown at us. Hidden meanings behind the words brilliantly used by the composer simply makes the song a mystery in its own ways. Some might never get the meaning behind it despite listening to it endlessly. Whereas for others, it hit home on the first hearing. Amazing aye?

But then again, you cant appreciate the song when someone told you to do so. Because a song that meant something to one person might not deliver the same impact on another person.

At the end of the day, what you feel matters the most. Not everything can be put down in spoken or written words. They are meant to be kept in you.

...

And He said, "Take a walk on the wild side."

My Heart Babbles

People laugh when I said I miss home.

You have to be in one's shoes to know what it feels like. What it feels like to be so far away from the place where you grew up, away from the comforts of your home, away from your parents.

At least I know what my priorities are. I cherish what I have and I''m glad I got to where I am now. I'm glad that the distance seperating my family and I, brought me something better. Family bonds. I miss home.

I once wished I could get out from home as soon as I can. It's hard living with your parents who are constantly watching your every move, at times immobilizing you. It's suffocating. I crave freedom. Half my life was spent as an athlete. The kind of exposure you get from going places, was an entirely different experience. The more you found out about the outside world, it soon became part of your life, where you want to live in it. However, my parents supported my involvement in sports, and encouraged me. I was often reminded that my grades matter just as much, but I did just the exact opposite. I've let them down time and again, silently hurting them, but they never give up hope. I came home only for meals and for a place to sleep, the rest of the time are spent training and loitering at the training grounds. Parents paid for my tuition fees, only for me to sleep during classes. I was just too tired after each training session. I failed miserably to set my priorities right.

The chain of events happening after SPM and throughout my college years, I am glad things took a turn for the better.

People said that distance makes the heart grow fonder. When distance becomes a determining factor. Watchful parents, redefined. Suffocating no more. You take all those factors that were part of your first half of life, everything felt so much different. You missed the kind of attention you used to get.

The thought of my loving parents, reduced me to tears. I miss them.

Fire Drill..

This is an emergency. Please make your way to the nearest fire exit. Take nothing else but only your belongings. *repeat a million times* The alarms went off.

Bloody hell. Why does it had to happen when I'm halfway relieving myself in the loo? Grrrreat.
*Rolls eyes* Get what I have to do done quickly, and get myself out of the lavatory.

Walked back into my office area. Found everyone there still taking their own sweet time, heehaha-ing away despite the the constant prerecorded warning that was played on and on and on, asking the staffs to evacaute the building via the fire exits.

Despite that, people carried on with their work.

You know why there's a high number of casualties when disaster struck in highrise buildings? Be it a fire, or worse come to worse : terrorist attack, or (put your own here). Reason was because people were ignorant. Ignorant about everything. Despite the state of art building with proper signage and easy to access fire exits, in cases of emergencies, they simply panicked.

Anyway, since they're gona sweep each floors to make sure that everyone's safe on ground zero, people reluctantly leave their workareas. And walked down the staircase instead of making a mad rush. I doubt that will happen in a real fire situation. Malaysians.. Making the headlines would be, "Hundreds stomped to death in mad rush down to the staircase".
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The exercise was a failure. The building should be evacuated in 5 minutes. I think the people there took triple the estimated time to evacuate. We never take things seriously, some think its a waste of precious time.

Will we ever learn?

Awkwardly Natural

It's funny how we tend to do things awkwardly when we were told to do so by someone else. Sounds familiar? Or you don't get the idea? Ok. Here's the thing. Let's say, I told you that you're not funny. So you were taken aback by that wild remark that came from nowhere, and all of a sudden, you let that petty remark consume you wholly. There and then, you tried to be funny. You dig deep into your reserves for the funniest jokes (by your own term..) you can ever manage to recall. Blah.. It came out as cold as a chunk of turkey in the freezer.

My point is..

You can't do something naturally when you were asked to/because someone said so.

Correct me if I'm wrong. I think I've observed enough to prove to myself that this theory works. When you find yourself hurling remarks like that to people close to you, perhaps that was because you're unhappy with how the other behaved, or portray themselves as. You start to point out the weaknesses and everything they do is distasteful to you. You can smell the end is looming. It's hard to see anything good when you're already blinded with so much negativity. The chances you get to redeem yourself will never seem to be enough. Not enough to erase all those negativity. I guess it's only human that negativity reigns over positivity. Ah.. I'm not gonna blame the media again for this, but I would say that we're hardcoded to behave that way.

Invitations only invite Farewells.

Catch 'Em Catch 'Em Red Handed!

It's rude to cut queues.
You're late doesn't mean you are entitled to do so.
But hey, that's what Malaysians do. That's what makes us Malaysians! YeeHaa!

The best part was that, you can now report those who cut queues. Snap pictures of them, in action!! I read it from the Sun, I'll get the details on where I can send those pictures to tomorrow. Ter-lupa.

Updates: You can send those pictures to www.panducermat.org.my. From 2nd July til 24th August. Haha. Enjoy, people.

Note: Hey, don't crash into someone's behind while you're trying to get the best shot of them cutting queue aite? Ugly sounds of metal crashing. Tak sedap dengar, believe me.

Tell me what you call Emergency

Perhaps cars nowdays are designed to pack a little more ummph than cars do 10 years ago, people tend to demonstrate speed and power of their machines on the roads. Not rich enough to rent his own private tracks to demo power to himself. Perhaps he craves people's attention, craves other onlooker's oohs and ahhs. Thats my take.

The pendulum swings both ways.

With lots of speed and power comes accidents and deaths, besides smashed up cars and ugly scenes. Sigh.

In emergencies like that, we expect the ambulance or the fireengine to reach first. Lives of the crash victims are in their hands. But guess what? They're never the first to arrive!!

The winner: Towtrucks!!

I'm always amazed at how fast they can make their way there. Count 1,2,3,4 and 5, taDA~ they're there already..The most amazing thing was that, they don't just come in one, they come in excess numbers...

If only ambulances operate in the same way...

Know who You can Trust

"Hey, is it safe for you to walk back to your car?"

You can come up with many other versions of that. Replace "walk" and "car" with something else and you can come up with hundreds or more possibilities.

"Hey, is it safe for you to swim back to you Island?"

Haha. Kidding. Don't try that. You might get rip to pieces by the powerful jaws of the great white shark roaming the waters. (or consumed entirely *gulps* )

It's not safe anymore, not anywhere. You walk alone, you get robbed. You walk in pairs, both get robbed. Perhaps next time they'd get bolder and rob an entire group of people.

People, in fact, learn from experiences. Bad ones leave bitter aftertastes, which makes strong silent statements to make the authorities and people in power realise that things went out of hand, way out of control. It takes the death of innocent lives to start the ball rolling.

It feels rather strange to see so many RELA personnels out on the roads, on bikes and on foot, patroling the streets. I must say that all that came too late. What does the murderer do when police flood the streets? Stay in and watch Football on tv! We can only rely on the people in Uniforms to uphold safety and peace in the community. You think so? I don't.

What enrages me even more is that, those people whom we thought we could rely on, for which their sole purpose of existence was to protect the people against crimes of any sort, is far from what they seemed? One of the most outrageous encounter I've ever heard was from a friend. One of her pals was stopped by the traffic police, for one obvious traffic offence, beating the red light. Guilty as charged. She was expecting to be booked for that offence, but hey, the policeman surprised her with something else. He asked for her number instead. And further said that they should go out for a drink sometime. Freaking out, tears rolled down her cheeks, prompting the other policeman to ask her to drive away. Sicko. Tell me who can we trust?

Guess we have our ownself to defend from now onwards. You people out there, take good care of yourself and be on alert, be on radar. Pepper sprays don't work, use baseball bats. Haha. I'm kidding. If you kill anyone by accident, don't tell the cops you got the idea from me. Kekke..

Even waste metal like this get smashed up and Ransacked..



Hmm...