the ironic best times.

today I used of the 5 sense God gave me. Just one, and not the other to see for myself; and now I am able to witness the effects of K.

and A asked for a 'break' what in a world is that.

and I fell into the trap. it's more complicated than I think it is. he's related, in someway. He's definitely richer and he needs her more than I do. but I like her. Refer to point two, you see the truck load of shit, don't you.

had fun with my family and extended family. Spoke to all the adults about business etc. I want to do well. And they all know that I can, and I will.

And I will.

Who's bring out the best of me?

29th of Jan.

thus it beginth once more,
the flower, the heart,
the change, the waver,
the I think I'm not too sure,
anymore.

still wanting to, can't wait,
see those eyes, see the smile,
sound of your heart, clo-
ser, closer, I want to hear it,
sing the song

with me. should I,
whisk you and hear You
whisper into my ears, those
words that you use to
tell me.

pagenine: boring in KL.

I'm going to get a job. I hope my aunt allows me to. I would need transport from KLCC at 12.30am. I hope I have enough sleep too.

Hm.. RM5 x 9hrs (1430-0030) x 6days x 2months = 2160
not bad eh?
plus I would build a resume with a waiter job experience.

Anyway, there is no internet connection at my aunt's place. But I'm online-ing at Suria KLCC. Amazing! The internet here kicks Queueyland's Wireless at QE!


(here's me and the towers)


(here's the super nice lake, no fountain now, some banglas cleaning the already uber clean lake!)


(spot the monks)
they were super funny, camwhoring at the lake. I really don't get it, besides their robes, they don't look 'poor' at all. Plus their saffron robes looks brand new and shiny. Amitabha.

pageeight: the night before hitting for KL.

The StarNP
I'm quite amused that the article in the Star today referred Queueyland as 'Down South'. I like =)
It sounds provocative and a little suggestive. I'm glad I started calling Yellowland 'Up North' too. We Malayland people are smacked right in between!

My Dear Hard Drive
My dear Eleanor hasn't crash on me even a single time. I'm so proud of it. All my songs are in there. It's quite scary when I listen to my itunes on my mac, but the songs are all in there. And the worse part is I dropped dear Eleanor countless of times. But it still didn't give up on me. As strong as a horse! Alive and kicking! Right now I've put enough songs for me to be occupied into dear Poddie. Though Poddie is old and 2nd hand, I still treat it like it's brand new, everyday. I shall have a post dedicated for trusty Poddie another day, shan't let it steal Eleanor's limelight today. So, right now the plan is to get a big ass 500GB desk Hard Drive to back up everything. And Eleanor would still carry the load of my music, but then I feel more secured, knowing that there is a back up in that new and coming huge ass desk Hard Drive. I was quite shocked that the 500MB is one of the smallest capacity 3.5" Hard Drive. The others have 1TB or 1.5TB. I don't mind but they are a bit too expensive. If I can fill up the 500MB desk HD, then I'll see how.

The Conflict
Mummy's car alignment was out. I drove the car out to get KFC and my bus ticket. On the way to get the bus ticket, around the first traffic light, I thought the front right tire was flat. So I went to inflate air and panicked a little. It didn't help, so I called dad again and ask him about it, he asked us to drive back. (Jerome was in the car) Then when I went back, I told dad that the steering was also slanted, then he said he knew and it was the alignment problem. He knew because he drove Jabez from school with mum's car. I got a shocked of my life and made a unfruitful trip. Poor Jabez was hungry, as I turned back empty handed. But in the end we went out again to get the KFC, which we all longed.

On a more humorous note
This is my poor brother who accidentally got slashed by some girl, armed with a pencil. His eyes was scratched a little. But!!

(nothing can stop him and his computer)


(Jabez the one eyed gamer!)

pageseven: this ulitmately random post

Dear Blog,

this marks one week of your existence. welcome to life. hope you live till all ten volumes planned in my head, to tell people your tale.

Yours sincerely,
inthatcorner

This is the weird rice I eat everyday.
"Once you get used to the fact that it's red/purplish/blue, it would taste just like normal white rice"--mum

pagesix: The Unwanted Chill Blew From Afar

Day One where, it didn't feel so good. Maybe I'm thinking a little too much. Or maybe you're just sleepy. Or maybe it's the busy tone of me clearing my music, which I wasn't aware of that put you off. Or maybe it's the sight of me doing something else. Or maybe it's your new found liking.

I really hope there is no Day Two and this coldness and staleness ends here.

See you tomorrow.

pagefive: through photos of the ex

Good to see you happy again. Of course, you would be, I'm not everything to you. Just a passing phase.

I'm sorry if it cut deep, all the hopes turn to lies, all the whispers to screams in your head.
I hope that there is peace now and all is calm.
I had to do it, I guess to me at that time, to chop the string between us down with one movement was the better option, than to saw it slowly with a blunt blade.

I'll try not to worry anymore. Not at all.

Godspeed.

pagefour: the characters

PastorEater the Aeronautical Engineer - as the name suggests, he eats pastor for breakfast. I was also considering Pastornator. When I was a kid, Ray once told me that he worked for NASA and smokes cigarettes on the moon.
Special Weapons :
i) one dollar news paper - changes your soul and challenges your mind
ii) Planet Earth DVD which doesn't belong to him - moves your heart and touches your conscience
iii) the bottle of Gold Label - arouses your true inert feelings
Special Moves:
unknown

Mayhem the Demolition Man - enough said. approach at your own risk.
Special Moves:
i) explodes your joke in your face with another joke
ii) erupts your ego with a snide statement
iii) blows your mind away with his rightbrained ideas
Special Weapon:
i) crazy lighting effects plus photoshop

Harun the non-conforming Designer
Special Moves:
i) birdseye - masterminds the whole blueprint, able to rotate it 360 to see it in 3Dimension
ii) tapdesign - make you feel old operating it
iii) deathshred - shred you to your death on the fret board
Special Weapon:
i) rubics cube (3x3, 4x4)
ii) gamecube
iii) electric guitar

Chris the Lepak
Special Moves:
i) the stare - a gaze which not only slows time down, but make you feel lost and takes almost TOO LONG to snap out of it or even decide to look away
ii) slowmo - whether it is talking or eating, he'll just make you want to slow down
iii) honey driped tongue - only when girls or aunties are around
Special Weapon:
i) the stealth Matrix

Ray the Bullet
Special Moves:
i) the slick - slides out of 'shit' effortlessly, skates around KL in cabs for free
ii) blackhole - draws you in, makes you want to attempt to draw something out of him "what's next / what else"
Special Weapon:
i) point and shoot camera
ii) the bag of Famous Amos Chips
iii) the nightmap of L-city

Jon the Databank
Special Moves:
i) wireless without wifi - remember things that you don't, doesn't need to get on the internet to find out movies for you (might not do it for you, depending on his schedule - for remembering and doing are two different things)
ii) the one finger rip (right hand, 2nd finger) - tearing arguments with kickass online sources
iii) photographic memory - captures the scene of action

p the LOALF
Special Moves:
i) the grin - arouses nightmares of your past
ii) the life - enchains one with the addiction to have him in all conversations
Special Weapon:
i) his boss' powerstation

pagethree: new year, new hope.

Did I tell you about the best Christmas I had? and the best new year =)
We had that memorable discussion from naturalism to capitalism to socialism to the idea of evil to creationism to genetics to the power of the Holy Spirit to Christian's purpose on Earth to idea of church as an institution to corruption. And also, the true meaning of Christmas.

Then the few of us drunkards planned and talked about a camping trip at 'Mt. Panorama'. The PastorEater even brought his whole camping gear out. Chris just scaled Mt. KK so he objected with two feet in the air, that Panorama is a mountain. It's a darn hill. "Bukan gunung, bukit!" Big difference, but it was all the same to PastorEater who was drunk and craved for adventure/ something constructive.

PastorEater, "What movie is that....man..... I haven't been to the movies in... like....man.... let's do something more constructive man!"

We went the next day, despite the rain and parental objection. Strange enough the older they are the more objections they faced. PastorEater's mum and wife scolded him. But, me being the youngest, had my mummy merely ask me 'now? okay'.
So we reached the 300m peak in 40mins. Alternated to carry 10litres of drinking water. It was 1am when we got up there. According to Chris it would be tons easier if not cause of that hugeass bottle we have to take turns to carry.

But if not cause of the water, we wouldn't be able to wash our hands tirelessly, wash our culinary, cook noodles and make coffee for all. Besides noodles and coffee, we even had chips and bakua! Beat that!

*insert Mayhem's joke on tent space*

Harun and I even caught a shooting star!

*insert Harun's stomach ringtone*

*Queueyland notorious habits*

PANORAMA HILL

(a view of Panching Caves from Panorama Hill, PC - aka Mordor)


(catching the morning dew)


(when the fog was still stubborn and the sun still lazy)


(pollution!)


(parody of the dumbasses who abused the Anemometer)

PANCHING WATERFALLS

(can spot the 11 dumbasses?)





(posing as if we own the waterfall)





Coming up this March after my Deutschland lessons, a few cool friends from school will be heading up. Hopefully a Tioman, Lembing, Balok trip will come to fulfilment.

I can't wait!

ps. PastorEater, Chris, Mayhem and Harun are not figments of my imagination nor figures of my creation. They were comrades whom I was fortunate to share the adventure with.

pagetwo: this is my church

I have been changing church many times when I was studying in singapore. When you leave a particular church (3 churches altogether), they would imbue this certain guilt into you. As if one has departed from the true one doctrine and has forgo the ONLY best church in the region.

I believe that church is a mere institution. People are putting too much emphasis on the SHOW; true meaning of the body of Christ is less seen or even rarely found today.

Also, there are great churches which have their reputation tainted by the media, as a group of mystery worshippers, we can correct that. Due to the 'character assassination' of a great church, by the media, people flock to church with worse qualities.

If the churches this website covers do hurt the members, it only shows that there is EGO in that church. I believe that true worship is when you can praise the CREATOR, without even flinching on what CREATION thinks of you.

And I hate the idea of politicking for leadership position in the God's sanctuary.

pageone: sorry i'm late.

though it's way pass Christmas, I still want to post this up. I'm back blogging, because I am bored AGAIN. It's always during the holidays that I start. We'll see whether this time I can actually sustain this.

Anyway, to all who
i) stumble upon this
ii) somehow got to know that I started blogging again
iii) got my invite

Happy 2009. Yes, I know, I just got used to writing 2008 instead of 2007 for dates. Now it's err, 2009?! okay.


The FACTS of Santa.

No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer which only Santa has ever seen.

There are two billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT since Santa doesn't appear to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total - 378 million according to Population Reference Bureau.At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes.

One presumes there's at least one good child in each. Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with,thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits per second.

This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house.

Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about 78 miles per household, a total trip of 750 million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours, plus feeding and etc.This means that Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3,000 times the speed of sound.

For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second - a conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour.The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element.

Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized lego set, the sleigh is carrying 321,300tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that "flying reindeer" (see above) could pull TEN TIMES the normal amount, we cannot do the job with eight, or even nine. We need 214,200 reindeer.

This increases the payload (not even counting the weight of the sleigh) - to 353,430 tons. Again, for comparison - this is four times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth. 353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance - this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecraft re- entering the earth's atmosphere.

The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy. Per second. Each.In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and create deafening sonic booms in their wake.

The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second. Santa, meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force.

In conclusion: If Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he's dead now.