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Saturday, May 31
Since this is the theme here, here's a couple of interesting, and I really mean interesting links to several sites discussing theories regarding Neo and the latest installment of The Matrix.
Matrix Essays. This one got noted in blogger.
Also go visit Matrix Theories and download the matrix screensaver. Super cool. Amazing. And there's plenty of links there as well.
Anyway I know there are some Matrix haters out that. But I don't give a damn. That's not a swear. A swear is this. "In the Nom de Dieu!" No that's not a swear too. A swear should be like .... oh well, like how Merovingian does it. But the point is this, hey I'm in a designing frenzy because its, its, going to be back to school soon and I don't think I'll find the heart to do any designing. Heh. Oh well. Heh. Here's this one. The problem is... urgh. I lost my screen shot of version "Tea, anyone?" Yes I'm a little silly. Don't bang my head. I wonder if anyone did that. No. Yeah no. I so know so.
Blushing won't do, I know. Oh dear. I feel like banging my head against the wall.
BTW, the vegetarian fried rice they sell at San San Vegetarian Restaurant over at Bandar Park tastes exctly like Yeong Zhou Chao Fan. It even has bits and pieces of vege ham and char siews in it. I think the cook must have dumped buckets of ajinomoto into the wok just to make it taste like that. Heh. And hiaks has disappeared from my must-use words to be substituted by 'heh'. I must be nuts. So absolutely. Heh. Now that is not something you should comment on. I'm not feeling bad about the non-response. Did something early in the morning and the results were pleasantly surprising, although it again signifies another long wait. Long wait. Urgh, I've been waiting forever.
And someone actually said I looked fatter in the graduation photos! Huh? I had the body check up and my weight read 49 kg. Now I haven't been under 50 kgs since, since, I think the last time I was near 50 was when I was 12 years old and I was already 53 kgs then. Yes, I've always been plump. Always. Now? I think I can afford to lose another 4 kgs. Oh yeah, I remember my resolutions for this year, one of them was losing 3 kgs (at the beginning of the year I was 58 kgs, having lost around 5 kgs since August 2002). Now wait a minute -- alright I'll admit it. If I gained weight I'm so not going to blog it. But I think having my weight under 50 kgs for the first time in my entire life-span as a post-puberty-darn-worried-about-her-either-fluctuating-or-non-decreasing-excess-fats female is an accomplishment. Okay, I think I'll give myself some leeway and if I go up to 53 kgs I can live with it. But I so want to be 45 kgs. Then it'll mean I'm pretty skinny. Now I'm just normal and just nice. Oh, before that I was fat. So you, who said I looked fat in the photos.... hmmmm, ok, maybe its the face. Anyone knows how to lose face fat? Hah.
Matrix Essays. This one got noted in blogger.
Also go visit Matrix Theories and download the matrix screensaver. Super cool. Amazing. And there's plenty of links there as well.
Anyway I know there are some Matrix haters out that. But I don't give a damn. That's not a swear. A swear is this. "In the Nom de Dieu!" No that's not a swear too. A swear should be like .... oh well, like how Merovingian does it. But the point is this, hey I'm in a designing frenzy because its, its, going to be back to school soon and I don't think I'll find the heart to do any designing. Heh. Oh well. Heh. Here's this one. The problem is... urgh. I lost my screen shot of version "Tea, anyone?" Yes I'm a little silly. Don't bang my head. I wonder if anyone did that. No. Yeah no. I so know so.
Blushing won't do, I know. Oh dear. I feel like banging my head against the wall.
BTW, the vegetarian fried rice they sell at San San Vegetarian Restaurant over at Bandar Park tastes exctly like Yeong Zhou Chao Fan. It even has bits and pieces of vege ham and char siews in it. I think the cook must have dumped buckets of ajinomoto into the wok just to make it taste like that. Heh. And hiaks has disappeared from my must-use words to be substituted by 'heh'. I must be nuts. So absolutely. Heh. Now that is not something you should comment on. I'm not feeling bad about the non-response. Did something early in the morning and the results were pleasantly surprising, although it again signifies another long wait. Long wait. Urgh, I've been waiting forever.
And someone actually said I looked fatter in the graduation photos! Huh? I had the body check up and my weight read 49 kg. Now I haven't been under 50 kgs since, since, I think the last time I was near 50 was when I was 12 years old and I was already 53 kgs then. Yes, I've always been plump. Always. Now? I think I can afford to lose another 4 kgs. Oh yeah, I remember my resolutions for this year, one of them was losing 3 kgs (at the beginning of the year I was 58 kgs, having lost around 5 kgs since August 2002). Now wait a minute -- alright I'll admit it. If I gained weight I'm so not going to blog it. But I think having my weight under 50 kgs for the first time in my entire life-span as a post-puberty-darn-worried-about-her-either-fluctuating-or-non-decreasing-excess-fats female is an accomplishment. Okay, I think I'll give myself some leeway and if I go up to 53 kgs I can live with it. But I so want to be 45 kgs. Then it'll mean I'm pretty skinny. Now I'm just normal and just nice. Oh, before that I was fat. So you, who said I looked fat in the photos.... hmmmm, ok, maybe its the face. Anyone knows how to lose face fat? Hah.
I wonder about something. Anyway this 'something' has been bothering my mind for the past .... 3 hours. Since I sent that message. Now the question that really does not require any answers to is this: "Is it too much to expect someone to say, ' Hey, thanks!' if you sent a congratulations message through the handphone?" Especially if that someone used to be your someone special for quite sometime. Maybe it is too much. I don't know. Can you like call a person at least 3 times a day every single day for the past 3 years and then just leave it be, just like that, and when that someone you used to convince yourself that you love and care for sends you a congratulations message prior to your graduation ceremony, a night before actually, would you just leave it be and totally ignore the message? Or would a sane person at least, send a 'thank you' message in return. Or maybe minishorts is asking for too much.
My grandmother has left the abode to go and bunk in with my cousin sister. Now tomorrow's a very busy day. Its the 1st day of the next Chinese Lunar Calendar Month again, and you know what? Vegetarian! And I have to teach from 12 to 5 pm tomorrow to make up for the several class postponements I've done since .... well, since granny came. And I haven't paid my fees yet. Yes, I still have to pay my fees. Fees! Fees! Registration is on Tuesday and I haven't paid my fees. Hah... in any other circumstances I would have done so at least a week ago, except that...... visitors and guests, not giving me the time to go to the bank. OK, I did go to the bank, but the branch at my alma mater seems to be packed every single day. Oh I did try the branch near my house, except that..... well, I went at 12.30 and it was closed from 12.30 to 2.30 (Friday prayers, hmmm) ... ok I'm not making a racist or anti-religious observation here, but how can you close a bank from 12.30 to 2.30 on a Friday by citing prayers for a reason? I so don't get the connection. Its almost like giving yourself an excuse in God's name. I think its sinful.
My grandmother has left the abode to go and bunk in with my cousin sister. Now tomorrow's a very busy day. Its the 1st day of the next Chinese Lunar Calendar Month again, and you know what? Vegetarian! And I have to teach from 12 to 5 pm tomorrow to make up for the several class postponements I've done since .... well, since granny came. And I haven't paid my fees yet. Yes, I still have to pay my fees. Fees! Fees! Registration is on Tuesday and I haven't paid my fees. Hah... in any other circumstances I would have done so at least a week ago, except that...... visitors and guests, not giving me the time to go to the bank. OK, I did go to the bank, but the branch at my alma mater seems to be packed every single day. Oh I did try the branch near my house, except that..... well, I went at 12.30 and it was closed from 12.30 to 2.30 (Friday prayers, hmmm) ... ok I'm not making a racist or anti-religious observation here, but how can you close a bank from 12.30 to 2.30 on a Friday by citing prayers for a reason? I so don't get the connection. Its almost like giving yourself an excuse in God's name. I think its sinful.
Friday, May 30
Hi again. Am I satisfied ? No. Not really. But then again, this is not that bad. From scratch, it took about 5 hours to finish this. 3 hours for the initial version (some of you may have seen it without the tagboard) and then another 2 hours for this one. Ok, I'm having a little matrix fever right now. Which sorta explains the theme eh? "Reload for the Revolutions" seems like a pretty suitable tagline for this version, most of you may know why. Oh yeah, navigation is on the headless characters. Go figure. No popups, everything should just appear in the iframe. Like I said, I'll just tweak a little of the details here and there as I go. And the green thing here... now that's just another coincidence!
Why a new layout? Well, because I'll be headed for my masters degree soon and won't be so free, and since I am free now, might as well. And yeah, wanted to test if I can do iframes. Okay lah. I'm not that good, but will do. If this site took too long to load, too bad. Anyway I sliced up the images so it shouldn't take too long. Resolutions is optimal at 1024x768. You may tag through Trinity. Oh, please click on Morpheus for the links. They're lovely. Really. That's why I call them my addiction.
Alrighty, might be here again tonight. See ya!
Why a new layout? Well, because I'll be headed for my masters degree soon and won't be so free, and since I am free now, might as well. And yeah, wanted to test if I can do iframes. Okay lah. I'm not that good, but will do. If this site took too long to load, too bad. Anyway I sliced up the images so it shouldn't take too long. Resolutions is optimal at 1024x768. You may tag through Trinity. Oh, please click on Morpheus for the links. They're lovely. Really. That's why I call them my addiction.
Alrighty, might be here again tonight. See ya!
New design. And everything else is messed up. Forget the tagboard, because I forgot all about it. Well, I'll think and see where I can fit it in. Hell... I might just modify this whole thing again. Then again....... urgh.... and I deleted the the previous post with the french curse! Urgh. I'll put that up again. Like... now. Cos I really feel like cursing today. So here: "Nom de Dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperies de connards d'enculés de ta mère!" And I'm off to bed. Yeah the comments work. I hope. Say a thing or two.
Tuesday, May 27
Time heals. Time heals. Time will wash away the wounds. Wounds.
What wounds?
Should L-O-V-E, something that God administers, wants us to be and to do, be washed away?
Makes sense? Or not?
Hey I'm not a reciprocal person. I don't give hate just because I'm hated. I don't love just because I'm loved. The feelings are different. Get it? Get it?
WHy am I stressed out?
Because its the holidays, and it kills, kills. What if THEY find out? How am I supposed to answer? Explain?
"Jeesh, I dumped him. He's a good for nothing."
*snicker, snicker* "We saw it wasn't going to last, we told you."
Now why didn't I see that.
You, do you miss me? Do you? Do you not at all? No? Not at all? Then you're not human.
What wounds?
Should L-O-V-E, something that God administers, wants us to be and to do, be washed away?
Makes sense? Or not?
Hey I'm not a reciprocal person. I don't give hate just because I'm hated. I don't love just because I'm loved. The feelings are different. Get it? Get it?
WHy am I stressed out?
Because its the holidays, and it kills, kills. What if THEY find out? How am I supposed to answer? Explain?
"Jeesh, I dumped him. He's a good for nothing."
*snicker, snicker* "We saw it wasn't going to last, we told you."
Now why didn't I see that.
You, do you miss me? Do you? Do you not at all? No? Not at all? Then you're not human.
End of day, beginning of another. Do it day by day, they all say. And take it with simple, slow strides. Stop a little if you're tired, don't look back to much.
But they forgot, that you are what you are because of the past.
Was the past good?
So good that I want it back.
I want to be 19 again so that I can replan my next step in life and choose the person who will really love me forever.
Wrong move.
Oh you, happy holidays. Don't bother saying hello. Happy Convocation, don't bother saying congratulations. Happy graduation, don't bother saying, "You too!"
After all, the only thing you bother to do was to say, "Lets cool off."
Here's part of the lyrics to the song 'Forgiveness' by Celest Chong... okay just one line, translated... "Your silence, I never suspected anything."
And you say I don't trust you. What irony. Do you understand what trust is? Oh you don't.
When you meet someone else, are you sure I'm not going to disturb your life, as in, memories of me, are not going to disturb your life? The way you are disturbing me now.
Return the Ocean. It is mine.
But they forgot, that you are what you are because of the past.
Was the past good?
So good that I want it back.
I want to be 19 again so that I can replan my next step in life and choose the person who will really love me forever.
Wrong move.
Oh you, happy holidays. Don't bother saying hello. Happy Convocation, don't bother saying congratulations. Happy graduation, don't bother saying, "You too!"
After all, the only thing you bother to do was to say, "Lets cool off."
Here's part of the lyrics to the song 'Forgiveness' by Celest Chong... okay just one line, translated... "Your silence, I never suspected anything."
And you say I don't trust you. What irony. Do you understand what trust is? Oh you don't.
When you meet someone else, are you sure I'm not going to disturb your life, as in, memories of me, are not going to disturb your life? The way you are disturbing me now.
Return the Ocean. It is mine.
Monday, May 26
On leave. On holidays. Should I call? No should not. What is this?After weeks on sense, I'm rolling into a landmine filled with buried bombs. Or I am a time bomb, ticking, ticking, ticking, waiting to explode. Or maybe I'm just a decoy. Fake. But I don't know. What's happening. Should I call? Say congratulations? No should not. Not when they didn't. Not when HE didn't. Is this important to me? Yes of course, very important.
Because we promised each other to be there for each other when we graduate.
What a big lie!
No not a lie on my part. Not yet. He's not graduating. Oh yeah, just a stupid diploma where you have to pay half of 250 K for a locally endorsed degree. And at the end of it, people line up to him and all he has to do is say, 'Open your mouth. Ah, nothing bad, just running a temperature. I'll give you some pills.'
Pills. I've been there. Nothing happened. Now if it weren't for the pills, I wouldn't be here. Then some responsibility would have had to occur.
But in the end, nothing matters. I've graduated. 1st Class. Does it matter its not a well-known university? Still 1st Class. Going to my masters degree, next. And I'll graduate then.
Then maybe he'll be there.
And I can be there for his second graduation.
Oh God! I'm delirious. Pull me out of this mess.
Make me sane because I'm going crazy.
Or let him miss me, like I miss him.
Because we promised each other to be there for each other when we graduate.
What a big lie!
No not a lie on my part. Not yet. He's not graduating. Oh yeah, just a stupid diploma where you have to pay half of 250 K for a locally endorsed degree. And at the end of it, people line up to him and all he has to do is say, 'Open your mouth. Ah, nothing bad, just running a temperature. I'll give you some pills.'
Pills. I've been there. Nothing happened. Now if it weren't for the pills, I wouldn't be here. Then some responsibility would have had to occur.
But in the end, nothing matters. I've graduated. 1st Class. Does it matter its not a well-known university? Still 1st Class. Going to my masters degree, next. And I'll graduate then.
Then maybe he'll be there.
And I can be there for his second graduation.
Oh God! I'm delirious. Pull me out of this mess.
Make me sane because I'm going crazy.
Or let him miss me, like I miss him.
Woooooosh
Now this is a nicer quiz...
You are Trinity, from "The Matrix."
Strong, beautiful- you epitomize the ultimate
heroine.
What Matrix Persona Are You?
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Now this is a nicer quiz...
You are Trinity, from "The Matrix."
Strong, beautiful- you epitomize the ultimate
heroine.
What Matrix Persona Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Sunday, May 25
Got pic! Yes I'm finally done with UPM. Next up, Masters degree... but doesn't mean I don't deserve some fun first! Yay!
Friday, May 23
Thursday, May 22
I ran out of ideas. But I got myself a new webcam.
Wwooooooooooohhhhhhoooooo hahahahha ...
If I scared you I'm sorry. Oh yeah, as you can see, even my masque is green.
Wwooooooooooohhhhhhoooooo hahahahha ...
If I scared you I'm sorry. Oh yeah, as you can see, even my masque is green.
Wednesday, May 21
It wasn't until I read the comments to my previous post that I realise how much that post seemed like a live bait fishing for compliments. . Thanks dude, anyway. Alright. It was nice to feel so admired for a while. Alright. Now I wonder if somebody does pop in here to see what I look like. No. Not. I always check my referrals and besides the 'unknowns'... well, nada and zippo. So good. I think that's good. I don't want people that I don't want seeing this place to see this place. Of course it sounds mighty contradictory since this site is listed on several registries, but then again, the blogging community isn't that huge, although its huge. And not that many people are keen on the Internet, if we compare it to the general population of the world that is. If you really looked into it, how many people are really that interested in reading about other people's miserable lives? Except us, of course, who make surfing from blog-to-blog a healthy habit.
Its healthy, because I somehow feel that we get to learn and gain some valuable knowledge of life from other people. Or, if you're feeling down, it sometimes helps to read about other lives (Okay this is a little sadistic) and know that you're not the 'downest' person in the whole world. We each have our own definition of pain, and each degree of pain would hurt equally based on the individual's perception. Yes its all about perception. That's all it ever is. Which is why, if people don't understand why I've been hanging by this hook for so long, there's my reason. My perception. And oh, its painful!
But enough about that. Today, I shall talk about... about... let's see... well I have no idea what to talk about. Maybe it is a little too early in the morning. is 9.20 am early by your standards? To surf the net, yes!
. Thanks dude, anyway. Alright. It was nice to feel so admired for a while. Alright. Now I wonder if somebody does pop in here to see what I look like. No. Not. I always check my referrals and besides the 'unknowns'... well, nada and zippo. So good. I think that's good. I don't want people that I don't want seeing this place to see this place. Of course it sounds mighty contradictory since this site is listed on several registries, but then again, the blogging community isn't that huge, although its huge. And not that many people are keen on the Internet, if we compare it to the general population of the world that is. If you really looked into it, how many people are really that interested in reading about other people's miserable lives? Except us, of course, who make surfing from blog-to-blog a healthy habit.
Its healthy, because I somehow feel that we get to learn and gain some valuable knowledge of life from other people. Or, if you're feeling down, it sometimes helps to read about other lives (Okay this is a little sadistic) and know that you're not the 'downest' person in the whole world. We each have our own definition of pain, and each degree of pain would hurt equally based on the individual's perception. Yes its all about perception. That's all it ever is. Which is why, if people don't understand why I've been hanging by this hook for so long, there's my reason. My perception. And oh, its painful!
But enough about that. Today, I shall talk about... about... let's see... well I have no idea what to talk about. Maybe it is a little too early in the morning. is 9.20 am early by your standards? To surf the net, yes!
Tuesday, May 20
The weather's killing.
I just got back from my studio session. I hope the photos will turn out okay. Will be collecting them sometime next week. Unfortunately, it'll be quite impossible for me to post them up in here since I ordered an album package... means that I can't scan the pics either.
Did I scare you with the previous post?
Hope not.
That was one of those, in these times, then the emptiness fills up the void, kind of thing. And that's why I let the mind go and let my fingers do the typing. You know how it is. Bittersweetness.
That's how I feel about my convocation this week.
Oooooooh I do I hope I look pretty in the shots.
And I took a mock one with my digital camera... do I look pretty here?
I just got back from my studio session. I hope the photos will turn out okay. Will be collecting them sometime next week. Unfortunately, it'll be quite impossible for me to post them up in here since I ordered an album package... means that I can't scan the pics either.
Did I scare you with the previous post?
Hope not.
That was one of those, in these times, then the emptiness fills up the void, kind of thing. And that's why I let the mind go and let my fingers do the typing. You know how it is. Bittersweetness.
That's how I feel about my convocation this week.
Oooooooh I do I hope I look pretty in the shots.
And I took a mock one with my digital camera... do I look pretty here?
Monday, May 19
I thought of him today, and a single tear rolled down my cheek. I thought, how beautiful it is to be alone in the car, driving, down the quiet serendipity of the road known to us OUG-lites as 'Jalan Panjang' (Long Road), just listening to sweet happy tunes from the my favourite radio channel. Or the voice of Tracy Huang floating into my ears... "You said you'd understand, you didn't mean a thing, my love was just too much for you well baby I must agree."
And I remembered I missed him. I miss him, very much.
So I let the tears flow, again.
I guess, this will be my life from now on. Just once in a while, I'll let the tears flow, and cry about how I let love fall out of my clutches. And how it left me hugging my body in the lonely breeze.
And I remembered I missed him. I miss him, very much.
So I let the tears flow, again.
I guess, this will be my life from now on. Just once in a while, I'll let the tears flow, and cry about how I let love fall out of my clutches. And how it left me hugging my body in the lonely breeze.
Okay I woke up at 8 am just now.Slept around 3 am, thanks to mom's incoherent blabbering beside my bed last night. I'm not suppose to say that Mom blabbers, so probably 'nag' would be an appropriate word. But apparently, the cup of coffee she took at 4 pm in the afternoon caused her endless suffering in the wee hours of the morning... or more like caused ME endless suffering. Caffeine, Mom, you know you can't take that much, so please refrain from caffeine. And leave me alone when I'm trying to get some shut eye.
But after she left my bed (yes I blew up and went bazookas - "MOM LEAVE ME ALONE I NEED TO SLEEP AND ITS 3 AM!!" ), I started sneezing. Maybe I had sinned that's why. Or somebody was bitching about me somewhere in the world when GMT +8 was clocking 3.00 in the morning. Or the air conditioning, that seemed to point sharp, chilling arrows of cold air shots into my nostrils. Sinus. I hate it when my sinus pops up. It means that my life is back to normal.
I thought I was never going to get used to this... but I am. So it is normal to me now. I've been thinking... like if things go back to the original normal, will I be able to take it? As you noticed, I haven't spoken about my problems for quite sometime. Am I goin to talk about them here? Probably, since I woke up thinking about it.
But then again, probably not.
I'm heading back to Mid Valley to get that pair of Lewre shoes today. I kept dreaming about it last night and how they seem to elongate my legs. Not like I have lengths and lengths of it. But the shoes look pretty cool. For RM 65 its really a steal I think. Some of my friends would kill me for purchasing shoes at that price when Vincci has more variety at lower prices. But then again, I deserve the luxury. After all I'm graduating and I get to buy lots of stuff before I head for my new school. And then I'll probably go on a 'knock-them-dead' spree.
And this is soooooo not going to be the last post of today. I'm on a blog marathon I think. I need to write as much as possible.
But after she left my bed (yes I blew up and went bazookas - "MOM LEAVE ME ALONE I NEED TO SLEEP AND ITS 3 AM!!" ), I started sneezing. Maybe I had sinned that's why. Or somebody was bitching about me somewhere in the world when GMT +8 was clocking 3.00 in the morning. Or the air conditioning, that seemed to point sharp, chilling arrows of cold air shots into my nostrils. Sinus. I hate it when my sinus pops up. It means that my life is back to normal.
I thought I was never going to get used to this... but I am. So it is normal to me now. I've been thinking... like if things go back to the original normal, will I be able to take it? As you noticed, I haven't spoken about my problems for quite sometime. Am I goin to talk about them here? Probably, since I woke up thinking about it.
But then again, probably not.
I'm heading back to Mid Valley to get that pair of Lewre shoes today. I kept dreaming about it last night and how they seem to elongate my legs. Not like I have lengths and lengths of it. But the shoes look pretty cool. For RM 65 its really a steal I think. Some of my friends would kill me for purchasing shoes at that price when Vincci has more variety at lower prices. But then again, I deserve the luxury. After all I'm graduating and I get to buy lots of stuff before I head for my new school. And then I'll probably go on a 'knock-them-dead' spree.
And this is soooooo not going to be the last post of today. I'm on a blog marathon I think. I need to write as much as possible.
Sunday, May 18
Gawd its hot! Horribly horribly hot.... I think it must be about 40 degrees out there... and in here its like a microwave oven, and I'm the egg. Okay I'm kinda exploding in here. 
ANyway went shopping again and got myself a nice leather bag for only 39 bucks after a 70% discount. I just so love these Metrojaya blockbuster sales... I want a pair of shoes next, except Tangs Studio doesn't seem to have a sale, or want to have a sale. I saw a nice pair of Lewre heels and I think I'm goin to get it... its only RM 65 and I think its a steal lah... So maybe next week... yeah?
BTW my three mothers are coming for my convocation, since my dad's not able to make it. There's my mom, then my god mom ( who's my mom's sister ) and my grand-mom. Okay... so someone will never keep the promise he made a year ago ( a huge bouquet and a big Mashi Maro in graduation robes) but oh well, the beautiful thing about the way the world moves is, I'm graduating before him! My convocation was meant to be in August, but now all of a sudden its been brought forward to the 24th of May, and that's exactly 1 week before HIS graduation which is on the 31st of May.
That's the beauty of the cosmic forces (which I think definitely have a play in all this) ... although I still believe that my prophecy will come true.
Wooohooo!!
I knew I was something. I knew it I knew it. I shall now believe totally in my predictions (based on my I Ching studies) from now on.
You are the Oracle. Grandmotherly (you HAVE been
with the Resistance since the beginning, after
all), you tell people exactly what they need to
hear in order to get them to follow their
destinies.
Although not a combatant (as far as we know), your
knowledge is just as powerful as Neo's arsenal
of guns.
"What's really going to bake your noodle later
on is, would you still have broken it if I
hadn't said anything."
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That, is why I said my prophecy will come true. What it is, that's for me to know. And no one's going to find out.
I need to get more clothes... more clothes, more shoes, and nicer skin and hair... I'm going to be DROP DEAD gorgeous on my Convocation!
Maybe the excitement is really making me mad... better go now... tata!
ANyway went shopping again and got myself a nice leather bag for only 39 bucks after a 70% discount. I just so love these Metrojaya blockbuster sales... I want a pair of shoes next, except Tangs Studio doesn't seem to have a sale, or want to have a sale. I saw a nice pair of Lewre heels and I think I'm goin to get it... its only RM 65 and I think its a steal lah... So maybe next week... yeah?
BTW my three mothers are coming for my convocation, since my dad's not able to make it. There's my mom, then my god mom ( who's my mom's sister ) and my grand-mom. Okay... so someone will never keep the promise he made a year ago ( a huge bouquet and a big Mashi Maro in graduation robes) but oh well, the beautiful thing about the way the world moves is, I'm graduating before him! My convocation was meant to be in August, but now all of a sudden its been brought forward to the 24th of May, and that's exactly 1 week before HIS graduation which is on the 31st of May.
That's the beauty of the cosmic forces (which I think definitely have a play in all this) ... although I still believe that my prophecy will come true.
Wooohooo!!
I knew I was something. I knew it I knew it. I shall now believe totally in my predictions (based on my I Ching studies) from now on.
You are the Oracle. Grandmotherly (you HAVE been
with the Resistance since the beginning, after
all), you tell people exactly what they need to
hear in order to get them to follow their
destinies.
Although not a combatant (as far as we know), your
knowledge is just as powerful as Neo's arsenal
of guns.
"What's really going to bake your noodle later
on is, would you still have broken it if I
hadn't said anything."
What Character From The Matrix Are You?
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That, is why I said my prophecy will come true. What it is, that's for me to know. And no one's going to find out.
I need to get more clothes... more clothes, more shoes, and nicer skin and hair... I'm going to be DROP DEAD gorgeous on my Convocation!
Maybe the excitement is really making me mad... better go now... tata!
Saturday, May 17
More photos more photos!!! EEEEKKKK!!! Okay ... maybe this is an excuse to play with my new set of smilies... but all the same... pictures are always, always welcomed... as I noticed.
In this one we were actually trying to take our own portrait ( cos my cam has a swivel lense) but we couldn't fit into the frame, so that's why we all got cut off...
Alright this pic looks pretty okay. If we look pretty bengang (dorky) its only because of the Matrix after effects. Oh well, if you don't know what I'm crapping about, watch the Matrix Reloaded and figure it out yourself. Notice I'm not planning to do a review here, because I don't want to have spoilers here. Oh well, if there's a spoiler... here's one... how I feel about it:
Alrighty... the other thing about today is I got my Graduation robes for next week! Whooppeee.. I played around with the robes and what to wear under the robes (besides the vitals of course) and well.. took some pretty cool photos.. BUT they're not for show until the graduation day ... wanted to do some filtering so that you get to see only the best.
Someone else got to wear the mortar board today, though.. here's him:
Here's the doggie! No I haven't named him... he's a remnant of the past that I simply refuse to give away because he's too cute for starters. I think I shall bring him to the convocation party. Yeah, take some real time photos with him. Okay I'm mad I know it.
Answer first before the questions get weirder...
i've got one...what's your most memorable childhood memory? primary school or earlier.
killuminati | Email | Homepage | 05.17.03 - 8:38 pm | #
Hmm... memorable.. oh yeah at the age of 10, I was really fascinated with shavers. You know at that time some girls are obsessed about being guys, cause guys get to have cool things like shavers and play with cool toys like Transformers and He man - while girls have to settle with Barbie Dolls... oh yeah, so one day I decided to do something about the shaver thingy ... I shaved off the most visible facial hair on my face. My eyebrows. Looked like a weird fellow for the weeks after, and cried like a baby. After that I guess I just became a girl again and went back to Barbie Dolls.
which came first, the chicken or the egg?
gerrard | Homepage | 05.17.03 - 4:10 am | #
I'm not sure lah, and I'm not bothered.
Hmm...any ideas where you're gonna head to after a first class honours?.... of what you want to be...an ideal career...etc?
mousez | Email | Homepage | 05.17.03 - 2:10 am | #
I just said it, I'm going to UM ( University of Malaya) for my Masters degree in Linguistics. After that I'll head on to a PhD I hope and pursue a career in research, lecturing and writing. Yeeeeeesh this just bores you out eh? Hehehe...
i've got one...what's your most memorable childhood memory? primary school or earlier.
killuminati | Email | Homepage | 05.17.03 - 8:38 pm | #
Hmm... memorable.. oh yeah at the age of 10, I was really fascinated with shavers. You know at that time some girls are obsessed about being guys, cause guys get to have cool things like shavers and play with cool toys like Transformers and He man - while girls have to settle with Barbie Dolls... oh yeah, so one day I decided to do something about the shaver thingy ... I shaved off the most visible facial hair on my face. My eyebrows. Looked like a weird fellow for the weeks after, and cried like a baby. After that I guess I just became a girl again and went back to Barbie Dolls.
which came first, the chicken or the egg?
gerrard | Homepage | 05.17.03 - 4:10 am | #
I'm not sure lah, and I'm not bothered.
Hmm...any ideas where you're gonna head to after a first class honours?.... of what you want to be...an ideal career...etc?
mousez | Email | Homepage | 05.17.03 - 2:10 am | #
I just said it, I'm going to UM ( University of Malaya) for my Masters degree in Linguistics. After that I'll head on to a PhD I hope and pursue a career in research, lecturing and writing. Yeeeeeesh this just bores you out eh? Hehehe...
Friday, May 16
I've been thinking... maybe I should have a little more interactivity in here, since quite a number of people do visit this site. So to thank you all, I'm going to let you ask me any question you want to know about me or anything you want me to answer... which will lead to some answers in my next post perhaps. Just click on comments and put down those questions. Any questions at all, don't be shy, alright?
Matrix
Reloaded
Revolutions
I'm so not an X-men person...
But I'm so a Matrix dude.
And despite what they say, I like it. I think the story is good, despite what The Star says.
Sit until all the credits roll out to catch the trailer of Revolutions.
Be back tonight.
Reloaded
Revolutions
I'm so not an X-men person...
But I'm so a Matrix dude.
And despite what they say, I like it. I think the story is good, despite what The Star says.
Sit until all the credits roll out to catch the trailer of Revolutions.
Be back tonight.
Thursday, May 15
Photos! Photos! *grin*
*question(s): do i look like the person who owns this site? as in, based on the pictures, do i look like someone who's so totally devoted to my website? or not? or yes?
*question(s): do i look like the person who owns this site? as in, based on the pictures, do i look like someone who's so totally devoted to my website? or not? or yes?
For blog-surfers who seek inspiration and maybe, some kind of knowledge and entertainment by blog-surfing, stumbling upon a site with skillful words and sensible truths is indeed a pleasurable experience. The impact of that first 'stumble' will very often determine the value of that blog to the new reader, and from there onwards, the reader will probably decide whether the blog is worth bookmarking or not.
At one point of every blogger's web lifetime, (s)he will probably be tempted and brought in to write a whole load of junk which is otherwise, simply, and beautifully, termed 'crap'. An example of crap would be the post on the 'hiaks' crappy chat that yours sincerely had shared with another well-enlightened individual on the beauty of crap. Now some people abhor stumbling upon crap posts like the one mentioned. Some people say that bad crap, is simply a bad reflection of the site-owner's mentality, and an entire posting of, or several posts dedicated to shitloads of nonsense is an exemplification of the site-owner's low and discardable mentality. Click. I'm leaving. This site is crap. Oh jeesh. And to think I had the evil luck of stumbling upon it. I'm going to erase it from my banks forever.
The question here is this, is crap moral? Or, is it a sin to crap?
I am tempted to bring forth my very (crappy) opinion of this (crappy but in some ways, makes sense) phenomenon. Well, I was tempted, and today I have decided I shall do this.
Somebody once told me that to crap is a sin to the brain, because the brain is a gift of God meant to be utilized on things worthwhile, and crapping, is just not worthwhile.
What, then, is worthwhile?
Worthwhile would be something that provokes the thought. Something that keeps you occupied and focused. That will help stimulate the senses in order to bring the mind to a higher level of understanding, hence moving forth towards proper nirvana (no, this has nothing to do Wesak, by the way). Doing, something worthwhile, would therefore be, like ... reading a reasonably intellectual text, or maybe, if we chose to 'relax' by reading entertainment, worthwhile would be the intention to strive and learn something from the source. Worthwhile would be making sure the brain works to compensate for the lack of exercise that we very often render it (didn't somebody say that humans only use 5% of the brain's full capacity?). Hence, if the brain is already being horribly underutilized by the masses, to further render it helpless by doing something as pointless and nonsensical as 'crapping' would be ... a sin.
Henceforth came the great thinkers, who showed us wonderful examples by providing wonderful thoughts. Great thinkers are great examples and leaders of humanity, because they are pioneers and forerunners in the movement to push the limits of the human mind. They have been here since long, long ago. They are the Great Minds: Plato, Aristotle, Sophocles, Sartre, Kant .... the list of great thinkers goes on; great, (in)famous individuals who have engraved their immortality in the books of mankind's insignificant history by providing amazing philosophies for the benefit of the generations after. These philosophies are immensely invaluable and important to understand (despite the incredibly difficult diction that most of them are written in) because these philosophies enable us ignorant creatures with the strength of good knowledge, on a journey to rid ourselves of ignorance (which is the greatest sin, and this is my personal opinion, ignorance is a total sin and I totally abhor it...). And, since there are so many things to learn from this immensely huge source of philosophical knowledge, we therefore have no reason to indulge in something as nonsensical as crap. Why crap, when instead there are so many more much worthwhile things to do: not only read the philosophies, but debate and argue about the truths and untruths of such philosophies, for example.
So well, what's the crappy opinion of mine to this?
This opinion is totally honest, and *disclaimer* it is my very own honest opinion and you may cuss and label me a sinner for crapping, but it is wholly, and totally a personal opinion, posted on a blog that belongs totally to me, and hence, I have every right to put it down.
I really think that great philosophies are given to birth from total crap. Nonsense has to come before sense arrives, hence the 'non' before the 'sense', for it is only after 'nothing' then we shall start to think about something, and thereforth, springs the beautiful thoughts that will eventually form coherent sentences and eventually manifest themselves as 'sense'. I think crapping is good exercise for the brain, because most of the time we use it when we work very hard. I believe that a break from hard work is most welcome by talking crap. Instead of discarding crap as pointless, utter nonsense, I'd rather look at each statement of crap to be potentially important. Each statement of crap that will eventually lead to more crap is also important, because one never knows the kind of ingenious and sensible words that will suddenly appear in between the hundreds and hundreds of crappy lines.
Who can dispute that when one quotes forth a philosophical statement such as "there are no standards or foundations for truth; truth, as it were, is relative to individuals or cultures" (existentialist theory for you), that kind of thought doesn't come from crap? To a lesser man like the roadside beggar or the rickshaw puller, for example, say something like that and he might probably look at you 'one kind' and think you're totally mad, him not having had the luxuries of learning how to read and learn proper and difficult sounding theories. If 'Truth is really in the eye of the beholder', then 'Crap is even more in the eye of the beholder'. Or , I may even say, "One man's sense is another's crap" .
In a nutshell, I think crap deserves respect, and crapping is so totally not sinning. I firmly resolve to stand by the rights of my fellow blog-comrades in their efforts to release stress by 'crapping'. Crap is healthy for the mind, and for the society. It is out of great 'crap' that the best, and most ingenious phrases and thoughts are born.
*This is probably the crappiest and longest post in my blog since its birth. But I hereby thank the readers who decided to finish reading this as well as apologise for taking their time to convey my opinions on something that is totally crap.*
At one point of every blogger's web lifetime, (s)he will probably be tempted and brought in to write a whole load of junk which is otherwise, simply, and beautifully, termed 'crap'. An example of crap would be the post on the 'hiaks' crappy chat that yours sincerely had shared with another well-enlightened individual on the beauty of crap. Now some people abhor stumbling upon crap posts like the one mentioned. Some people say that bad crap, is simply a bad reflection of the site-owner's mentality, and an entire posting of, or several posts dedicated to shitloads of nonsense is an exemplification of the site-owner's low and discardable mentality. Click. I'm leaving. This site is crap. Oh jeesh. And to think I had the evil luck of stumbling upon it. I'm going to erase it from my banks forever.
The question here is this, is crap moral? Or, is it a sin to crap?
I am tempted to bring forth my very (crappy) opinion of this (crappy but in some ways, makes sense) phenomenon. Well, I was tempted, and today I have decided I shall do this.
Somebody once told me that to crap is a sin to the brain, because the brain is a gift of God meant to be utilized on things worthwhile, and crapping, is just not worthwhile.
What, then, is worthwhile?
Worthwhile would be something that provokes the thought. Something that keeps you occupied and focused. That will help stimulate the senses in order to bring the mind to a higher level of understanding, hence moving forth towards proper nirvana (no, this has nothing to do Wesak, by the way). Doing, something worthwhile, would therefore be, like ... reading a reasonably intellectual text, or maybe, if we chose to 'relax' by reading entertainment, worthwhile would be the intention to strive and learn something from the source. Worthwhile would be making sure the brain works to compensate for the lack of exercise that we very often render it (didn't somebody say that humans only use 5% of the brain's full capacity?). Hence, if the brain is already being horribly underutilized by the masses, to further render it helpless by doing something as pointless and nonsensical as 'crapping' would be ... a sin.
Henceforth came the great thinkers, who showed us wonderful examples by providing wonderful thoughts. Great thinkers are great examples and leaders of humanity, because they are pioneers and forerunners in the movement to push the limits of the human mind. They have been here since long, long ago. They are the Great Minds: Plato, Aristotle, Sophocles, Sartre, Kant .... the list of great thinkers goes on; great, (in)famous individuals who have engraved their immortality in the books of mankind's insignificant history by providing amazing philosophies for the benefit of the generations after. These philosophies are immensely invaluable and important to understand (despite the incredibly difficult diction that most of them are written in) because these philosophies enable us ignorant creatures with the strength of good knowledge, on a journey to rid ourselves of ignorance (which is the greatest sin, and this is my personal opinion, ignorance is a total sin and I totally abhor it...). And, since there are so many things to learn from this immensely huge source of philosophical knowledge, we therefore have no reason to indulge in something as nonsensical as crap. Why crap, when instead there are so many more much worthwhile things to do: not only read the philosophies, but debate and argue about the truths and untruths of such philosophies, for example.
So well, what's the crappy opinion of mine to this?
This opinion is totally honest, and *disclaimer* it is my very own honest opinion and you may cuss and label me a sinner for crapping, but it is wholly, and totally a personal opinion, posted on a blog that belongs totally to me, and hence, I have every right to put it down.
I really think that great philosophies are given to birth from total crap. Nonsense has to come before sense arrives, hence the 'non' before the 'sense', for it is only after 'nothing' then we shall start to think about something, and thereforth, springs the beautiful thoughts that will eventually form coherent sentences and eventually manifest themselves as 'sense'. I think crapping is good exercise for the brain, because most of the time we use it when we work very hard. I believe that a break from hard work is most welcome by talking crap. Instead of discarding crap as pointless, utter nonsense, I'd rather look at each statement of crap to be potentially important. Each statement of crap that will eventually lead to more crap is also important, because one never knows the kind of ingenious and sensible words that will suddenly appear in between the hundreds and hundreds of crappy lines.
Who can dispute that when one quotes forth a philosophical statement such as "there are no standards or foundations for truth; truth, as it were, is relative to individuals or cultures" (existentialist theory for you), that kind of thought doesn't come from crap? To a lesser man like the roadside beggar or the rickshaw puller, for example, say something like that and he might probably look at you 'one kind' and think you're totally mad, him not having had the luxuries of learning how to read and learn proper and difficult sounding theories. If 'Truth is really in the eye of the beholder', then 'Crap is even more in the eye of the beholder'. Or , I may even say, "One man's sense is another's crap" .
In a nutshell, I think crap deserves respect, and crapping is so totally not sinning. I firmly resolve to stand by the rights of my fellow blog-comrades in their efforts to release stress by 'crapping'. Crap is healthy for the mind, and for the society. It is out of great 'crap' that the best, and most ingenious phrases and thoughts are born.
*This is probably the crappiest and longest post in my blog since its birth. But I hereby thank the readers who decided to finish reading this as well as apologise for taking their time to convey my opinions on something that is totally crap.*
Wednesday, May 14
Good things come in RM 7.00 slices and go by the name of Chocolate Swirled Cheesecake. Super rich, but super yummy! And super fattening, with all the calories.
If you crap as much as I do, you know there's oil frying something fishy somewhere in your brain. Or if you crap a lot about a silly word like 'hiaks' you know there's something frying in your brain and you need to check the heat before it fizzles out. Heh. This is going to be a pretty long post. Complete and unabridged. The chat between moi and thekop.
Claire: i think this hiaks thingy ...
Claire: who started it?
TheKop: i think it was you
TheKop: only you seem to say it often enough....hahaha
Claire: dunno how come it got to chui's blog
Claire: yeah
TheKop: i think you cannot avoid it....hehe
Claire: dunno
Claire: good lah
Claire: i get into this lapses of 'favourite words'
TheKop: but can you imagine someone actually SAYING it?
TheKop: hiaks!
TheKop: sounds silly!
Claire: hey i say it
Claire: i say it to my tuition kids
TheKop: hiaks?
Claire: i got like 'hiaks... what is this'
TheKop: erm
Claire: yeah
TheKop: hmmm.....
TheKop: pretty cute
TheKop: hahahaha
Claire: hahaha
Claire: i just made you ... speechless for a while
TheKop: oh definately, jaw dropping performance by you
Claire: you can't believe it eh
TheKop: nah uh
Claire: well i do it
Claire: it's not that bad if you do it with chinese
Claire: actually i say it without the s
Claire: i go like 'hiak'
TheKop: HAHAHAHAHAHA
Claire: the k is almost guttural
TheKop: and do you come up with some kung fu kick after you say it?
TheKop: HAHAHAHAHAAH
Claire: eh stop laughing lah
TheKop: sorry lah, abit the amusing
TheKop: if not cute
Claire: aiyoh
TheKop: one day you must demonstrate this "hiak" to me.....hehehehe
Claire: okay
Claire: =)
TheKop: hahahaha
TheKop: you know what would be good?
TheKop: get different people to say it too....must the variation that exists......hahahaha
Claire: oh dear we're really crapping
Claire: a whole chat about hiaks
TheKop: one might go with a soft "hiak" while another might just scream "HIAK"
Claire: aih
Claire: hiak
TheKop: cannot be too serious all the time isn't it?
TheKop: hehe
Claire: eh.... aih is opposite of hia
TheKop: oh? hiak has a meaning now?
TheKop: HAHAHAHAHAHA
Claire: you making it sound like a chorus or something
TheKop: seriously, i've never heard of it before until you came along in my life and introduced me to wonders of linguistics....hehehehe
Claire: hiaks?
Claire: has nothing to do with linguistics
TheKop: oh?
TheKop: it does to me
TheKop: you're doing your job fine
TheKop: hehe
Claire: aiyeeee
Claire: yeah yeah yeah
TheKop: so potong stim!
Claire: where got potong stim
TheKop: this "yeah yeah yeah" bit
TheKop: hahahaha
Claire: ok ok
Claire: hiak hiak hiaks
TheKop: *slaps forehead*
Claire: ok i'm in a very crappy mood
TheKop: so am i
Claire: good good
Claire: the craps unite
TheKop: we need to get more crappers tonight
Claire: oh yeah why not
TheKop: we can form a nice little fellowship
TheKop: or fellowshit
Claire: yes yes why not
TheKop: HAHAHAHAHAHA
TheKop: sorry, cheesy
Claire: you keep laughing
TheKop: shit is synonymous with crap
Claire: i think this hiaks thingy ...
Claire: who started it?
TheKop: i think it was you
TheKop: only you seem to say it often enough....hahaha
Claire: dunno how come it got to chui's blog
Claire: yeah
TheKop: i think you cannot avoid it....hehe
Claire: dunno
Claire: good lah
Claire: i get into this lapses of 'favourite words'
TheKop: but can you imagine someone actually SAYING it?
TheKop: hiaks!
TheKop: sounds silly!
Claire: hey i say it
Claire: i say it to my tuition kids
TheKop: hiaks?
Claire: i got like 'hiaks... what is this'
TheKop: erm
Claire: yeah
TheKop: hmmm.....
TheKop: pretty cute
TheKop: hahahaha
Claire: hahaha
Claire: i just made you ... speechless for a while
TheKop: oh definately, jaw dropping performance by you
Claire: you can't believe it eh
TheKop: nah uh
Claire: well i do it
Claire: it's not that bad if you do it with chinese
Claire: actually i say it without the s
Claire: i go like 'hiak'
TheKop: HAHAHAHAHAHA
Claire: the k is almost guttural
TheKop: and do you come up with some kung fu kick after you say it?
TheKop: HAHAHAHAHAAH
Claire: eh stop laughing lah
TheKop: sorry lah, abit the amusing
TheKop: if not cute
Claire: aiyoh
TheKop: one day you must demonstrate this "hiak" to me.....hehehehe
Claire: okay
Claire: =)
TheKop: hahahaha
TheKop: you know what would be good?
TheKop: get different people to say it too....must the variation that exists......hahahaha
Claire: oh dear we're really crapping
Claire: a whole chat about hiaks
TheKop: one might go with a soft "hiak" while another might just scream "HIAK"
Claire: aih
Claire: hiak
TheKop: cannot be too serious all the time isn't it?
TheKop: hehe
Claire: eh.... aih is opposite of hia
TheKop: oh? hiak has a meaning now?
TheKop: HAHAHAHAHAHA
Claire: you making it sound like a chorus or something
TheKop: seriously, i've never heard of it before until you came along in my life and introduced me to wonders of linguistics....hehehehe
Claire: hiaks?
Claire: has nothing to do with linguistics
TheKop: oh?
TheKop: it does to me
TheKop: you're doing your job fine
TheKop: hehe
Claire: aiyeeee
Claire: yeah yeah yeah
TheKop: so potong stim!
Claire: where got potong stim
TheKop: this "yeah yeah yeah" bit
TheKop: hahahaha
Claire: ok ok
Claire: hiak hiak hiaks
TheKop: *slaps forehead*
Claire: ok i'm in a very crappy mood
TheKop: so am i
Claire: good good
Claire: the craps unite
TheKop: we need to get more crappers tonight
Claire: oh yeah why not
TheKop: we can form a nice little fellowship
TheKop: or fellowshit
Claire: yes yes why not
TheKop: HAHAHAHAHAHA
TheKop: sorry, cheesy
Claire: you keep laughing
TheKop: shit is synonymous with crap
Tuesday, May 13
I needed to blog some crap. So I'm here. I'm talking about stupid advertisements that tell you that sale starts on the 14th. And MaxKleen9 going for RM 19.90. And having to wake up at 5.30 in the morning for dimsum. Who on earth serves dimsum at 5.30 am anyway? I know I'm nuts. Give me credit for being nuts. I thinking I'm falling back to that old, carefree style of crapping in my blogs and I don't know whether this is a good or bad thing. Convocation photos go up to about RM 350 for a 11 -poss album. Now should I get a 11 R frame or a 8 R frame? Dad's not coming home for my convocation because of the current situation. I told him its okay since I'll be graduating again in another 1 to 1 1/2 year's time and then it'll be my master's convo that he attends. So Mom will have to go into the hall alone. Or else maybe I'll call granny to come along. Yeah. That's a good idea. Its a pity they don't have special robes and a special symbol for people who mug like hell to get to where they are. Not that I mug like hell. Oh hell. I wish I had a 4.0 in my transcript. But I don't. The closest I get to 4.0 is a 3.928. I have never had a 4.0. My friend, my junior (who is, incidentally, 12 years older than me in human ages but my junior because she entered varsity later) has four 4.0 flats in her record. She's graduating after me, one semester later. Now that's what I call a living genius. Can you even imagine getting four 4.0s in a row? Oh yeah I have a friend who did his actuary science degree in Canada and has never scored an A in his life before. He got A+ in all his papers. Which makes him a four point fiver. Whoa. Imagine getting straight As for all of your subjects in university. Madness. Oh well, I should have studied harder. Then I might have gotten the As for Tamadun Islam and Language in Literature. Also the A in Psycholinguistics. I think the most undeserving B+ I ever obtained was in my Phonetics and Phonology paper. The lecturer made so many mistakes in her assessment?!!! And nobody scored A. Oh well, I'm not going to complain that much. I should do better for my masters. But UM is weird. I have to go somewhere to do my full body check up. The next week is going to be pretty hectic. Hmmmmmm.... I crapped enough. For now.
Midnite Lily asked for the 'bumpbumpbump + chinese version' entry. Well if you didn't go to google already you may click here just to read the post, which is, strangely, about my adventures playing Monster's Inc on the PC.
Monday, May 12
Yes I haven't been putting up any photos. OK. I bought myself this, yesterday! Liked the colour very much. Of course, its green.
Tell me, whoever on earth would go into google and search for 'bumpbumpbump + chinese version'?
Apparently if you type 'bumpbumpbump + chinese version' in google you'll get a link to my site.
Hiaks... the things you discover about yourself!
I'm forming an undescribable affiliation for the word 'hiaks'. When I type it in, it simply means, 'Ah!??!!' or some weird nonsense that I can't seem to think about right now. So there. Hiaks!
Apparently if you type 'bumpbumpbump + chinese version' in google you'll get a link to my site.
Hiaks... the things you discover about yourself!
I'm forming an undescribable affiliation for the word 'hiaks'. When I type it in, it simply means, 'Ah!??!!' or some weird nonsense that I can't seem to think about right now. So there. Hiaks!
Sunday, May 11
Alrighty.
If you're looking for a report of today's happenings, nep, zippo, its not going to happen here. What's going to happen here is a whole lota junka shita, that I myself won't even have a clue of what its all about, so don't worry, if you don't understand, it has nothing to do with your language receptacles or brain disfunctions. Its probably got a lot to do with the influx of *** in my life. Let's see, convocation's going to be on the 24th of May, that's like in two weeks time! All I know is less than 3 weeks ago I was rushing to complete my thesis (which by the way reads "A study of the English linguistic competence and language preferences of Chinese Malaysian medical students in a private university") and just four days ago I got my convocation letter and temporary scroll. Kinda cool, the scroll, except I can't do much with it, not for feeding my PTPTN loan (the National Higher Education Fund), those people over at PTPTN just told me the pengecualian process for kepujian kelas pertama holders (I told you most of you aren't going to know what I'm blabbing about and I'm not going to translate most of the stuff here) is only sedang dipertimbangkan... which means I still have RM 21,000 to pay back to the government. Or rather, I'll be postponing payment since I have to go to my Masters programme. I don't get the medical checkup form that UM has sent me though, do I do the check up first and then go to the varsity, or what? Briefing for Masters students will be on the 3rd of June which is quite soon as well!! Hiaks, I told you things are speeding up....
Did catch The Second Renaissance (parts 1 & 2) of the Animatrix yesterday and its so totally cool! I told Davin I'm going to get the DVD since they only have 4 free episodes on the net. Or maybe I should wait for it to be launched and download the whole series. Or maybe I should take the DVD. Or maybe download. Or the DVD. I don't know. Whatever happens, Matrix Reloaded is going to be on the 15th!!! I'm supposed to rewatch Matrix again but... the CD's with *him*. Hiaks. And I gave my Matrix DVD to *his friend* who's in the UK now. Only consolation is the Matrix DVD was a fake one and couldn't play on my player anyway. I'm going to buy another DVD. But I still want the CD. Hiaks. I thought we discussed this last year and were going to watch it together??!!! I thought wrong.
I wrote another poem. I thought wrong. Might as well post it. Well.
I thought
You knew by now
That every word
I said
Came from within
Not just said
But truths
That spilled out
Emotions
From the very deepest
Depths of within
Only now
I realise this:
I thought wrong
Geeeesh, I'm so pathetic. Fer!! Who said it's emotional sad? Hiaks.
By the way, my mother cried at the poem. Guess it works well for Mother's Day. Thank you ma, nowhere would I be without you. Hope that my degree, graduation and acceptance into masters makes up for everything!
If you're looking for a report of today's happenings, nep, zippo, its not going to happen here. What's going to happen here is a whole lota junka shita, that I myself won't even have a clue of what its all about, so don't worry, if you don't understand, it has nothing to do with your language receptacles or brain disfunctions. Its probably got a lot to do with the influx of *** in my life. Let's see, convocation's going to be on the 24th of May, that's like in two weeks time! All I know is less than 3 weeks ago I was rushing to complete my thesis (which by the way reads "A study of the English linguistic competence and language preferences of Chinese Malaysian medical students in a private university") and just four days ago I got my convocation letter and temporary scroll. Kinda cool, the scroll, except I can't do much with it, not for feeding my PTPTN loan (the National Higher Education Fund), those people over at PTPTN just told me the pengecualian process for kepujian kelas pertama holders (I told you most of you aren't going to know what I'm blabbing about and I'm not going to translate most of the stuff here) is only sedang dipertimbangkan... which means I still have RM 21,000 to pay back to the government. Or rather, I'll be postponing payment since I have to go to my Masters programme. I don't get the medical checkup form that UM has sent me though, do I do the check up first and then go to the varsity, or what? Briefing for Masters students will be on the 3rd of June which is quite soon as well!! Hiaks, I told you things are speeding up....
Did catch The Second Renaissance (parts 1 & 2) of the Animatrix yesterday and its so totally cool! I told Davin I'm going to get the DVD since they only have 4 free episodes on the net. Or maybe I should wait for it to be launched and download the whole series. Or maybe I should take the DVD. Or maybe download. Or the DVD. I don't know. Whatever happens, Matrix Reloaded is going to be on the 15th!!! I'm supposed to rewatch Matrix again but... the CD's with *him*. Hiaks. And I gave my Matrix DVD to *his friend* who's in the UK now. Only consolation is the Matrix DVD was a fake one and couldn't play on my player anyway. I'm going to buy another DVD. But I still want the CD. Hiaks. I thought we discussed this last year and were going to watch it together??!!! I thought wrong.
I wrote another poem. I thought wrong. Might as well post it. Well.
I thought
You knew by now
That every word
I said
Came from within
Not just said
But truths
That spilled out
Emotions
From the very deepest
Depths of within
Only now
I realise this:
I thought wrong
Geeeesh, I'm so pathetic. Fer!! Who said it's emotional sad? Hiaks.
By the way, my mother cried at the poem. Guess it works well for Mother's Day. Thank you ma, nowhere would I be without you. Hope that my degree, graduation and acceptance into masters makes up for everything!
Mama
When I sat down to write this
I was thinking about him
How he broke my heart and made me cry
And then I remembered
How you wept with me
And tried your best to make me smile
Tried your best to sooth the pain
Tried your best to make me stand
I'm far from standing still
But at least, I'm crawling again
Sometimes I cry because I've lost his love
Today I cry because you never left me
It is only you who knows true love
For that I'm astounded
Because I still can't seem
To realise I'm really lucky
I don't know how you do it
You just give and give and give
And all that I am ever doing
Is to hurt and break you down
"I'm sorry" sometimes sounds
As if they don't mean a thing
But when I write them here
The tears are freely flowing
Not for him but for you
For without you
There wouldn't be a me
Who else should I love more
But you my dearest mother.
~Happy Mother's Day!~
When I sat down to write this
I was thinking about him
How he broke my heart and made me cry
And then I remembered
How you wept with me
And tried your best to make me smile
Tried your best to sooth the pain
Tried your best to make me stand
I'm far from standing still
But at least, I'm crawling again
Sometimes I cry because I've lost his love
Today I cry because you never left me
It is only you who knows true love
For that I'm astounded
Because I still can't seem
To realise I'm really lucky
I don't know how you do it
You just give and give and give
And all that I am ever doing
Is to hurt and break you down
"I'm sorry" sometimes sounds
As if they don't mean a thing
But when I write them here
The tears are freely flowing
Not for him but for you
For without you
There wouldn't be a me
Who else should I love more
But you my dearest mother.
~Happy Mother's Day!~
Saturday, May 10
Our Love
Conceived of, 3 years ago
Let go of, 3 months ago
Innocent of, when you asked me
Curious of, when I agreed
Proud of, when we first started
Talk of, the entire society
Neglected of, as we took for granted
Tired of, you became to be
Get out of, was your intention to
Unworthy of, you accused of me
Fell short of, your ideal perfections
Walk out of, you finally decided
Make use of, I felt you did
Patient of, I wanted to be
Undeserving of, I realised of you
Deceived of, what belonged to me
Barren of, this emptiness arrives
The end of, what was meant to be.
~Here's to poetry. May it live forever and ever. I'm turning this into my literary out"burst"let. Oh well. My site. Not yours. I'm sorry. Am I pathetic? Smile a little. Yes, that's the way to do it.~
Conceived of, 3 years ago
Let go of, 3 months ago
Innocent of, when you asked me
Curious of, when I agreed
Proud of, when we first started
Talk of, the entire society
Neglected of, as we took for granted
Tired of, you became to be
Get out of, was your intention to
Unworthy of, you accused of me
Fell short of, your ideal perfections
Walk out of, you finally decided
Make use of, I felt you did
Patient of, I wanted to be
Undeserving of, I realised of you
Deceived of, what belonged to me
Barren of, this emptiness arrives
The end of, what was meant to be.
~Here's to poetry. May it live forever and ever. I'm turning this into my literary out"burst"let. Oh well. My site. Not yours. I'm sorry. Am I pathetic? Smile a little. Yes, that's the way to do it.~
If
If one day
We should come to meet
And on that day
You suddenly remember
The happiness
That once we shared
Or the dreams
That once we had
And that one day
If you feel
As if
You miss those days
And want to
Know my smile again
If that day
Should ever arrive
I wonder if
I would let you
Into my life
To let you
Hurt me
All over again.
~One thing about me. When I write stuff like the above, I try my utmost to write it once and leave it be. I do understand that editing and editing perfects the diction, but I'm also of the opinion that first scribbles are the best products of immediate creativity. So even if there are flaws, I'll just let them be. In flaws, do we learn, to write better later.~
If one day
We should come to meet
And on that day
You suddenly remember
The happiness
That once we shared
Or the dreams
That once we had
And that one day
If you feel
As if
You miss those days
And want to
Know my smile again
If that day
Should ever arrive
I wonder if
I would let you
Into my life
To let you
Hurt me
All over again.
~One thing about me. When I write stuff like the above, I try my utmost to write it once and leave it be. I do understand that editing and editing perfects the diction, but I'm also of the opinion that first scribbles are the best products of immediate creativity. So even if there are flaws, I'll just let them be. In flaws, do we learn, to write better later.~
Friday, May 9
I Shall Bring Sunny Days
"You're like the sky,"
You told me,
Just days before you broke me.
"Like bright rays of sunlight
Shining through my gloomy days;
Like wet tropical afternoons
That cool down the humid heat;
The sky,
That gets angry and booms
Thunderous crashes after warning lightening flashes;
You're what makes the stars twinkle
In the endless infinite horizons
Of the beautiful velvety night sky."
Just days before you broke me,
You said, so many,
Such wonderful words;
Yes, I believed in them.
Don't you see?
This is why, I cannot,
Cannot believe that you don't love me
Not even that little bit.
If you don't love me
How can you tell me
Such beautiful things about me?
All I know of this world
Is wise men don't tell flowery lies
I believe,
Or want to believe
That you're wise,
And you don't lie.
Which is why
When I remember
How you said,
"You're my sky,"
I know this, this much,
That I must have faith
That really,
You never lied,
I'm really your beautiful sky.
My thunders just chased you away,
So now I have to stop raining
So that my sunny rays
Can welcome you again.
~Today was alright. I haven't had pizza in months... met up with some girl pals and headed for pizza... could only take a slice though.
I don't know the fuss about x-men, some of my guy-pals are watching it tomorrow, but I never found the 1st show intriguing. MATRIX next week is a must-see.
And I hate streamyx. My domain and password are not functional on the domain. I'm using wbloggar which is why I can still type my posts without worrying about them getting lost and what not.
Word on the poem and the previous: channelling some inner feelings into poetry is quite liberating. I think I'm going to post up more of these efforts. I hope they make good reading. ~
"You're like the sky,"
You told me,
Just days before you broke me.
"Like bright rays of sunlight
Shining through my gloomy days;
Like wet tropical afternoons
That cool down the humid heat;
The sky,
That gets angry and booms
Thunderous crashes after warning lightening flashes;
You're what makes the stars twinkle
In the endless infinite horizons
Of the beautiful velvety night sky."
Just days before you broke me,
You said, so many,
Such wonderful words;
Yes, I believed in them.
Don't you see?
This is why, I cannot,
Cannot believe that you don't love me
Not even that little bit.
If you don't love me
How can you tell me
Such beautiful things about me?
All I know of this world
Is wise men don't tell flowery lies
I believe,
Or want to believe
That you're wise,
And you don't lie.
Which is why
When I remember
How you said,
"You're my sky,"
I know this, this much,
That I must have faith
That really,
You never lied,
I'm really your beautiful sky.
My thunders just chased you away,
So now I have to stop raining
So that my sunny rays
Can welcome you again.
~Today was alright. I haven't had pizza in months... met up with some girl pals and headed for pizza... could only take a slice though.
I don't know the fuss about x-men, some of my guy-pals are watching it tomorrow, but I never found the 1st show intriguing. MATRIX next week is a must-see.
And I hate streamyx. My domain and password are not functional on the domain. I'm using wbloggar which is why I can still type my posts without worrying about them getting lost and what not.
Word on the poem and the previous: channelling some inner feelings into poetry is quite liberating. I think I'm going to post up more of these efforts. I hope they make good reading. ~
Thursday, May 8
The Armchair
Sometimes when I am free
I would sit down in that armchair
The one that could fit both you and me
The one where you used to hug me in
Where you used to caress my cheek
Where you used to play with my hair
Where I giggled in shivered delight
As you stole breathless kisses from my lips
Whenever my mother was not looking
How wrong we were then!
My mother, she would be in the kitchen behind
Busy with onions, ginger, garlic
And I remember that sometimes
You would stand up from the armchair
Walked to the kichen to steal a piece of meat
Freshly stewed from my mother's hot wok
In that armchair I would smile to myself
As I overheard my mother and you laughing heartily
"Like mother and son," I used to think
Oh, but how stupidly wrong was I then!
Sometimes, now I remember
As I hug my lonely knees to myself
As broken tremors that shake my entire body
Would push the tears out of their endless wells
I would remember the many movies
That we watched together in that armchair
The drops that fell as the hero left the heroine
In romantic tear jerkers and silly action fares
You used to tell me, "I'll never leave you,"
How good you are at lying!
Sometimes, times like this
As I lean against my armchair
I remember the feeling of leaning against you
The feeling of telling you "I love you"
Was it any different from now?
Now with this knowledge that this is really true
This realisation that I truly love you
And this acceptance of my failed reality
We were once so deeply in love
And now that's all that's left of me.
A witness to my own sad tale
That armchair has now become
Sometimes I try, how I try
To forget the scent you left behind
Forget the broken promises you whispered
Into my naïve, willing ears to hear
Most of the time I become helpless
As flowing streams drown my shattered spirit
The armchair just remains empty
As empty as I am today.
~Wrote this a little while ago, on plain paper, and tears were flowing down my cheeks. Its the last time I cry, I hope.~
Sometimes when I am free
I would sit down in that armchair
The one that could fit both you and me
The one where you used to hug me in
Where you used to caress my cheek
Where you used to play with my hair
Where I giggled in shivered delight
As you stole breathless kisses from my lips
Whenever my mother was not looking
How wrong we were then!
My mother, she would be in the kitchen behind
Busy with onions, ginger, garlic
And I remember that sometimes
You would stand up from the armchair
Walked to the kichen to steal a piece of meat
Freshly stewed from my mother's hot wok
In that armchair I would smile to myself
As I overheard my mother and you laughing heartily
"Like mother and son," I used to think
Oh, but how stupidly wrong was I then!
Sometimes, now I remember
As I hug my lonely knees to myself
As broken tremors that shake my entire body
Would push the tears out of their endless wells
I would remember the many movies
That we watched together in that armchair
The drops that fell as the hero left the heroine
In romantic tear jerkers and silly action fares
You used to tell me, "I'll never leave you,"
How good you are at lying!
Sometimes, times like this
As I lean against my armchair
I remember the feeling of leaning against you
The feeling of telling you "I love you"
Was it any different from now?
Now with this knowledge that this is really true
This realisation that I truly love you
And this acceptance of my failed reality
We were once so deeply in love
And now that's all that's left of me.
A witness to my own sad tale
That armchair has now become
Sometimes I try, how I try
To forget the scent you left behind
Forget the broken promises you whispered
Into my naïve, willing ears to hear
Most of the time I become helpless
As flowing streams drown my shattered spirit
The armchair just remains empty
As empty as I am today.
~Wrote this a little while ago, on plain paper, and tears were flowing down my cheeks. Its the last time I cry, I hope.~
I want to forget you ever loved me
But you keep telling me you do in my dreams
I want to remember the times you hurt me
But I keep seeing the moments you made me smile
I want to hate you because you crushed me
But I know I'm still here because you wanted me to be
I want to stop missing you
But my heart doesn't listen to my wants
I just realised something...
If I can't get what I want ...
Does this mean that you're what I need?
God... pleaase give me strength to stop needing him
Give me strength to love myself more than I love him
Give me strength to put the past behind
And march forward to the future
But you keep telling me you do in my dreams
I want to remember the times you hurt me
But I keep seeing the moments you made me smile
I want to hate you because you crushed me
But I know I'm still here because you wanted me to be
I want to stop missing you
But my heart doesn't listen to my wants
I just realised something...
If I can't get what I want ...
Does this mean that you're what I need?
God... pleaase give me strength to stop needing him
Give me strength to love myself more than I love him
Give me strength to put the past behind
And march forward to the future
Wednesday, May 7
Here's today's news.
I got accepted into University of Malaya to do my masters degree in linguistics. Registration is on the 3rd of June.
Now let's see what other news shall come tomorrow!!
I got accepted into University of Malaya to do my masters degree in linguistics. Registration is on the 3rd of June.
Now let's see what other news shall come tomorrow!!
Tuesday, May 6
Several downs come back with the first up. Finally I feel up. I'm graduating with 1st class honours. I've got a 3.825 CGPA. Smile and look forward to better luck. I think its going up from here! =)
Monday, May 5
Give it back
I made you a token
A piece of my heart
I made it out of my love
Meant it for you to keep
To keep close beside you
I thought you deserved it
That you would treasure it
The piece of my beating heart
The beating heart of mine
You instead chose to crush
And kept the token of my love
And now I have lost my heart
My heart is no more here
Only a bleeding cavity
Remains in place of it
Echoing with painful tears
Painful tears that freely flow
When I see how you boast
And brag, parade, show off
That stolen token, that final piece
That final piece of me
Belongs not to you
It is mine
Give it back
You don't deserve my love.
I made you a token
A piece of my heart
I made it out of my love
Meant it for you to keep
To keep close beside you
I thought you deserved it
That you would treasure it
The piece of my beating heart
The beating heart of mine
You instead chose to crush
And kept the token of my love
And now I have lost my heart
My heart is no more here
Only a bleeding cavity
Remains in place of it
Echoing with painful tears
Painful tears that freely flow
When I see how you boast
And brag, parade, show off
That stolen token, that final piece
That final piece of me
Belongs not to you
It is mine
Give it back
You don't deserve my love.
Sunday, May 4
Dear Minishorts:
His intentions are obvious and from your words, I can see that you yourself know what they are. You know that it is over but you are clinging on to the past and the memories. Somehow, you keep telling yourself to have faith and believe in love, even though his actions have proved the opposite. You have managed to wrap yourself in this cocoon of protection and chosen to ignore the signals, or rather, non-signals that he has been sending out so far.
From the way you describe it, it is obvious that he does not want to give you any ideas or hope. That is why he chooses not to respond to your SMSes. He doesn't call you out of his own initiative but he talks in quite a civil manner to you on the phone because he probably thinks its harmless. He sees no harm in continueing a friendship with you. And a friendship is all that he wants.
You know this yourself and you know that this is not be going anywhere. You know this and you may have discussed this with people you trust seeking answers or comfort from their wisdom which you already possess yourself. From your words it spills over that you are aware of reality. You are not denying it but it is obvious your love and hopes for what you want to come true is so strong that you are unable to move from it. And no, its not that you are not moving on either. You are, but the feelings and emotions you have are so strong that you still cling on to the memories and the possible hope of a future.
Some people may be happy and satisfied to continue like this. Eventually your friends may tire of this and look upon you as a girl blinded by love. And I think you are aware of this. You are sad and sorrowful and this is why you seek the help of therapists and columnists. They will tell you the same thing your friends have told you, but you will still remain the same.
You are aware that the world may eventually label you as a fool for clinging on to something that will very likely never respond. But some people are able to accept a life and future living like this. These are the ones who are able to live in their own world, uncaring of what other people will say So far you think you are one of those people, or maybe you even want to be one of those people, but it scares you and you are unable to decide, perhaps because you are so young and you are afraid of what the world thinks.
But I think you know that you have probably set your mind, and no amount of advice or words of comfort will be able to change you. If you do decide to change your opinions, it will not be because of what other people say, but mostly because of what you decide for yourself. I can see that your self-acquired wisdom is sufficient and you really do not need frequent advices and opinions, because all you are looking for in them, when you go for help, is not 'What to do?' but rather, 'Will you listen because I'm getting tired?' And thus, since you have not been discourage by the lack of encouragement and hope from the one you crave it most from, no further words of solid common sense will shake you. And I think you realise all this already.
Good luck.
-Ms. Agony Aunt-
His intentions are obvious and from your words, I can see that you yourself know what they are. You know that it is over but you are clinging on to the past and the memories. Somehow, you keep telling yourself to have faith and believe in love, even though his actions have proved the opposite. You have managed to wrap yourself in this cocoon of protection and chosen to ignore the signals, or rather, non-signals that he has been sending out so far.
From the way you describe it, it is obvious that he does not want to give you any ideas or hope. That is why he chooses not to respond to your SMSes. He doesn't call you out of his own initiative but he talks in quite a civil manner to you on the phone because he probably thinks its harmless. He sees no harm in continueing a friendship with you. And a friendship is all that he wants.
You know this yourself and you know that this is not be going anywhere. You know this and you may have discussed this with people you trust seeking answers or comfort from their wisdom which you already possess yourself. From your words it spills over that you are aware of reality. You are not denying it but it is obvious your love and hopes for what you want to come true is so strong that you are unable to move from it. And no, its not that you are not moving on either. You are, but the feelings and emotions you have are so strong that you still cling on to the memories and the possible hope of a future.
Some people may be happy and satisfied to continue like this. Eventually your friends may tire of this and look upon you as a girl blinded by love. And I think you are aware of this. You are sad and sorrowful and this is why you seek the help of therapists and columnists. They will tell you the same thing your friends have told you, but you will still remain the same.
You are aware that the world may eventually label you as a fool for clinging on to something that will very likely never respond. But some people are able to accept a life and future living like this. These are the ones who are able to live in their own world, uncaring of what other people will say So far you think you are one of those people, or maybe you even want to be one of those people, but it scares you and you are unable to decide, perhaps because you are so young and you are afraid of what the world thinks.
But I think you know that you have probably set your mind, and no amount of advice or words of comfort will be able to change you. If you do decide to change your opinions, it will not be because of what other people say, but mostly because of what you decide for yourself. I can see that your self-acquired wisdom is sufficient and you really do not need frequent advices and opinions, because all you are looking for in them, when you go for help, is not 'What to do?' but rather, 'Will you listen because I'm getting tired?' And thus, since you have not been discourage by the lack of encouragement and hope from the one you crave it most from, no further words of solid common sense will shake you. And I think you realise all this already.
Good luck.
-Ms. Agony Aunt-
Saturday, May 3
May.
I've reached the month of May. Cross the three month mark at last. I'm supposed to feel victorious because I've stopped the tears.
Of course, they still come, they still flow. But only when I watch sad movies, that remind me of what it was like, or what could have been.
What might have been.
What might be, still looms gloomily in the horizons. Are we still friends? I don't know. Am I sad about this? Maybe, I don't know.
There's this strange sensation of sour shocks rushing through my heart when he unwittingly appears before my eyes, the image of him.
I woke up at 3 am last night to send the message.
Was it wrong?
No one thinks right at 3 am in the morning.
I've reached the month of May. Cross the three month mark at last. I'm supposed to feel victorious because I've stopped the tears.
Of course, they still come, they still flow. But only when I watch sad movies, that remind me of what it was like, or what could have been.
What might have been.
What might be, still looms gloomily in the horizons. Are we still friends? I don't know. Am I sad about this? Maybe, I don't know.
There's this strange sensation of sour shocks rushing through my heart when he unwittingly appears before my eyes, the image of him.
I woke up at 3 am last night to send the message.
Was it wrong?
No one thinks right at 3 am in the morning.
Thursday, May 1
Its weird that I came across this test today. But still its interesting enough to deserve posting.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Moderate |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Moderate |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Very High |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Extreme |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Very High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | High |
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
Not only is Labour Day (May Day in China, and they have a week long holiday) May 1st, it is also the 1st day in the 4th month of the Chinese Lunar Calendar. Which means going vegetarian!!! Its a common practice for many taoist-buddhists (like me) to be one day vegetarians on the 1st and 15th day of the Chinese Lunar Calendar months... of course some would take up a vege-diet for long periods of time or for months, but for many, the 2 day fast a month is sufficient and significant enough.
I used to hate going vegetarian, and mom would be the one taking her vegetarian meals, while I would prefer to suspend from all food until the clock strikes 12. That would mean the end of my 'vegetarian' fast and I would just cook Maggi Mee Ayam flavour just to 'po kai' meaning break the fast.
But after what happened (you know what happened)... I just found the whole vege-diet thingy really peaceful and amazing. I've begun to look forward to these special days every month, because it is amazing the kind of peace and satisfaction you get on these holy occasions. I guess that's why when in times of need and depression, a peace of mind is most important, and sometimes, religion does wonders.
I used to hate going vegetarian, and mom would be the one taking her vegetarian meals, while I would prefer to suspend from all food until the clock strikes 12. That would mean the end of my 'vegetarian' fast and I would just cook Maggi Mee Ayam flavour just to 'po kai' meaning break the fast.
But after what happened (you know what happened)... I just found the whole vege-diet thingy really peaceful and amazing. I've begun to look forward to these special days every month, because it is amazing the kind of peace and satisfaction you get on these holy occasions. I guess that's why when in times of need and depression, a peace of mind is most important, and sometimes, religion does wonders.
