Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Congrates (Lamest Poll Result)
Congratulations to Daniel Siow for being voted the Lamest in U6K! May your lamesness live on throughout our years in MBSSKL.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
What's wrong with the picture?
This scenario is meant for the DEADMAN as he was the only one with me at the time it happened, but anyone is welcomed. The answer is simple yet took me a few days to figure out. We both agreed to laon the oney, but something went wrong in between.
A few weeks ago, a friend of mine and I were taking a trip down Dataran Merdeka towards the Kuala Lumpur Library. The weather was fine, the typical one that makes you all sweaty and think your legs are killing you. As we arrived, we were told that we were only given 2 hours there, so we decided to leave (you see, my fren here wants more study and less packy) and headed back to our usual place - Starbucks in Times Square.
On our journey, we were stopped by an Indian man, who looked desperate. I do not remember what he wore, but I looked into his eyes. There were no red vessels that would signal drug addiction, and his arms were clean as well. He said that he was from Shah Alam, and he needed some money to get back his motorbike from a workshop not far from there. He told us that he did not want to ask others for help, as he feared that people will get the wrong message. He asked us if we worked around the area. We said no, and added that we were students. At this point, he would have just turned away, but he pleaded us to help him. I asked him to show some identification, and he showed us his driving license. I asked him for his name, and he told me it was on the card. He even provided his age. He asked us to help him to settle the repair bill for his bike, which was RM12, a meagre amount if he was going to con anyone. He looked so sincere. After a few passing of questions and answers, which included where he stayed, what he worked as, and how he was going to pay us the money back, I loaned him the RM12, and he asked my number to keep in contact, promising to return the money 3 days from then. We even agreed to meet at the McDonalds just opposite of MYDIN. He never did.
It maybe out of stupidity, but when I see someone in a ditch, I just have a heart to help out. I don't wanna know if it was a crazy thing to do. Now, there was something wrong in the picture, and I hope you have the memory to figure it out.
PS: If you wanna know the details, ask My FREN and I back in class.
A few weeks ago, a friend of mine and I were taking a trip down Dataran Merdeka towards the Kuala Lumpur Library. The weather was fine, the typical one that makes you all sweaty and think your legs are killing you. As we arrived, we were told that we were only given 2 hours there, so we decided to leave (you see, my fren here wants more study and less packy) and headed back to our usual place - Starbucks in Times Square.
On our journey, we were stopped by an Indian man, who looked desperate. I do not remember what he wore, but I looked into his eyes. There were no red vessels that would signal drug addiction, and his arms were clean as well. He said that he was from Shah Alam, and he needed some money to get back his motorbike from a workshop not far from there. He told us that he did not want to ask others for help, as he feared that people will get the wrong message. He asked us if we worked around the area. We said no, and added that we were students. At this point, he would have just turned away, but he pleaded us to help him. I asked him to show some identification, and he showed us his driving license. I asked him for his name, and he told me it was on the card. He even provided his age. He asked us to help him to settle the repair bill for his bike, which was RM12, a meagre amount if he was going to con anyone. He looked so sincere. After a few passing of questions and answers, which included where he stayed, what he worked as, and how he was going to pay us the money back, I loaned him the RM12, and he asked my number to keep in contact, promising to return the money 3 days from then. We even agreed to meet at the McDonalds just opposite of MYDIN. He never did.
It maybe out of stupidity, but when I see someone in a ditch, I just have a heart to help out. I don't wanna know if it was a crazy thing to do. Now, there was something wrong in the picture, and I hope you have the memory to figure it out.
PS: If you wanna know the details, ask My FREN and I back in class.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Kung Fu!! Kung Fu!!
Wow! Had a 2 movie straight marathon today. Got to catch Stephen Chow's CJ7 and Jay Chou's Kung Fu SlamDunk. Awesome!! Though CJ7 was all laughs without any real meaning.... (The little green guy was cute though...), but still, had a great time. As for Jay's movie (No... I'm NOT saying this bcuz I'm a huge FAN) it was totally radical! The cool moves, the great cast, and the special effects were out of this world. Loved the part when the 4 'sifu's took out the bad guys. Watch it! Really!
There WAS, however... one huge problem - the crowd. Huge crowd. Long queue. Frustration and anxiety paired with my desperate need to juz get hold of those tickets! Arrgh! But the 20 minute wait was worth it though. I still remember the unspeakable passion I felt as I held those all-too-valuable pieces of thin plastic in my hands, grasping on it hard while I did a 360 backflip and almost knocked the ticket attendant unconsiuos (okok... I made that up..).
Either way. If you havent watched Kung Fu Slam Dunk, you're missing out on one heck of a great movie! (Sorry Al, Rambo 4's still on my to do list).
There WAS, however... one huge problem - the crowd. Huge crowd. Long queue. Frustration and anxiety paired with my desperate need to juz get hold of those tickets! Arrgh! But the 20 minute wait was worth it though. I still remember the unspeakable passion I felt as I held those all-too-valuable pieces of thin plastic in my hands, grasping on it hard while I did a 360 backflip and almost knocked the ticket attendant unconsiuos (okok... I made that up..).
Either way. If you havent watched Kung Fu Slam Dunk, you're missing out on one heck of a great movie! (Sorry Al, Rambo 4's still on my to do list).
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
A Little Something......
Starlight,
Starbright,
I wish upon a star tonight,
And if I may,
Or if I might,
Do send her a little something tonight...
A little something that's warm,
To keep her fuzzy through the night,
That shelters her from any strom,
Or just a gentle kiss goodnight.
A little something that's gentle,
That makes her feel all cosy.
Might be those sweet little words,
That can just make her happy.
A little something that's extraordinary,
Something so wild is funny,
That tickles her bones,
Till she gets all quesy,
And she laughs and laughs till she can laugh no more.
Something closer to the heart.
A peck on the cheek,
A hand in mine,
A smooch on the lips,
A slow dance,
A quiet stroll down memory lane....
With the sweetest reward being your all-s0-divine smile.
So do send her,
A little something that's special,
That speaks my very soul,
Of tales that speak of laughter,
Of secrets that we know,
Of happy days and lonely nights,
Of crazy thoughts and lovely sights,
So if I may,
Or if I might,
Do send her a little something tonight....
That speaks my very soul,
Of tales that speak of laughter,
Of secrets that we know,
Of happy days and lonely nights,
Of crazy thoughts and lovely sights,
So if I may,
Or if I might,
Do send her a little something tonight....
Composed by VanRyuzuki - All Rights Reserved.
The Beauty Check (Dedication to MS)
'You're beautiful' may sound just like another James Blunt number you hear Daniel Siow sing in class (especially when he sits next to you), but there is more to the meaning of these lyrics than meets the eye. Ladies all around the world believe that being slim, thin, 36-32-36 is the perfect figure that wins them that hot-sexy-mama label. But what's more important is not how one looks, but instead how one acts, and how one reacts to another's actions.
While your looks count, they don't last. But your heart, and the way you treat people around you, are sweet somethings that cannot be erased that easily. Notice the blooming change in our society today. Every form of media potray men with ABS and women with HOUR-GLASS figures to be the ULTIMATE goal, the whole enchilada of our life. The result? Boys die from taking too much steriods to boost growth hormones, just because they think they are short. Sweet girls that have promising futures eat less to 'keep in shape', resulting in nightmares such as Bulimia and Aneroxia Nervosa.
So here is my question, is this the way people see the word 'beautiful'? Is being beautiful a gamble, where only one in a million can own that million dollar chick-look? Or is beauty in the eye of its beholder? Think about it.
For me, being beautiful is just being yourself. Don cha think?
This message is specially for its intended viewr(s) only. So if I offended anyone, my bad, and a billion soreeeeees.
PS: To MS, eat more arh! Later become cheese stick nodoby wan't! Blehh!
While your looks count, they don't last. But your heart, and the way you treat people around you, are sweet somethings that cannot be erased that easily. Notice the blooming change in our society today. Every form of media potray men with ABS and women with HOUR-GLASS figures to be the ULTIMATE goal, the whole enchilada of our life. The result? Boys die from taking too much steriods to boost growth hormones, just because they think they are short. Sweet girls that have promising futures eat less to 'keep in shape', resulting in nightmares such as Bulimia and Aneroxia Nervosa.
So here is my question, is this the way people see the word 'beautiful'? Is being beautiful a gamble, where only one in a million can own that million dollar chick-look? Or is beauty in the eye of its beholder? Think about it.
For me, being beautiful is just being yourself. Don cha think?
This message is specially for its intended viewr(s) only. So if I offended anyone, my bad, and a billion soreeeeees.
PS: To MS, eat more arh! Later become cheese stick nodoby wan't! Blehh!
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