Scientologists a-okay!

well i can firmly say not all scientologists are as crazy as tom cruise... nor are they that weird...though they're pretty much like any other religion...they have a philosophy on life that in some aspects make sense to me..and aspects that don't....well mind you this is all from my one 2 hour experience in the church of scietology...one hour service and one hour video....service was all about dianetics which i studied before going.....it does make sense to an extent....then there was a video sort of troy mclure style from the simpsons....that was a weird video....though there was a bit of an anticlimax to the whole experience coz there was no alien talk....then again i could have asked but that would not have been very "culturally intelligent" which was all part of my assignment....and man are there A LOT of books by hubbard ....which strangely enough i'm curious to read..but i was very happy that i wasn't persuaded persistently and uncomfortably to convert..or buy books...or audit..or test..anyways all i can say for now are scientologists are a okay!

Malaysia ROCKS!!! So do my shoes!!!

I love my country. All the bullshite and all the whores. I still love it. And I love it so much that on my country's birthday I went out and bought a pair of shoes. They are soooooo cool and soooo cute!!! THEY ROCK!!!! I love my shoes!!!

i'm simply irresistable.

sorry, mate. she might be your girlfriend, but i've already fucked her. two steps ahead all the time, eh? life's a bitch.

was it really by chance? i'm sorry if you feel that you get all the hand-me-downs and spoilt goods, but hey, at least you're getting someplace, yeah?

sorry.

okay, not really.

I will wait for you..

If it takes forever
I will wait for you
For a thousand summers
I will wait for you
Till you're back beside me
Till I'm holding you
Till I hear you sigh
Here in my arms.

Anywhere you wander
Anywhere you go
Every day just remember
How I love you so
In your heart believe
What in my heart I know
That forevermore I'll wait for you.

The clock'll tick away the hours one by one
Then the time will come when all the waiting's done
The time when you return and find me here and run
Straight to my waiting arms.

If it takes forever
I will wait for you
For a thousand summers
I will wait for you
Till you're here beside me
Till I'm touching you
And forevermore sharing your love.

Unsure

I don't even know if half the things I do are right anymore.

I don't want to look back and think that each step I took then led towards my falling into a pit of regret.

I look at her, and everything falls into the realm of i-dont-know.

I look at them, and I wonder if i belong here.

I look at myself, and wish i made the right choices at a different time.

I'm such a loser, because i already know what a loser is, and yet i'm repeating stupidity.

FUCK.

So I say THANK YOU...

A lot of people hate their jobs. I'm not saying I hate my job, hell I haven't been at it long enough to establish enough of a relationship to distinguish whether I hate it or not. But anyway, I figured as long as I had these 3 things to start out everyday, I will always be motivated and be as fresh as daisies :)

1) My MP3 Player

Lord only knows what I'd end up becoming without Music. And having a portable device that churns out tunes when u want them, just the way u want them is a godsent. Of course when a fellow commuter stares at me with disbelief, I know I probably over did it with my less than graceful immitation of the Steve Tyler rubber face/mouth.

2) Alessandro Nesta

I take the LRT to work. All the way from Kelana Jaya to KLCC. During peak hours of 7.45 am to 8.45am I might add. Everyday, he smiles at me as I make the trip from the station to the tunnel. And everyday I smile back :) This larger than life picture of a man I will never meet much less get to bed, plastered on the wall of the KLCC LRT tunnel. But Alex, if you are reading this, CALL ME!!!

3) SUPER CUTE GERMAN

8 minutes down the road from KLCC unto Jalan P Ramlee, there he is. Without fail. Messy curly hair, tall and slender tanned body, jeans and slightly crinkled shirt, with his backpack and nerdy glasses. We pass each other everyday, and hes always looking hot and flustered, no doubt getting used to our climate. He probably works for an IT company and is some genius programmer hotstuff. But his smile is some kind of wonderful.

if only it were easy to de-louse a nation.

semalam, bila aku ngan member-member ku tengah lepak kat mamak, ade satu awek cun ngan tetek besar. ku rasa bila dia kecil, dia suka minum soya bean. s'bab, mak aku selalu kata soya bean bagus 'tuk tumbesaran tetek.

'pas tu, kempit mula berpuki-mak dengan kepuki-makan yang amat membingunkan - kotek tu jerit ngan kuat-kuat "woi! ada pompuan tetek besar yang suka minum soya bean. ku nak tonceng s'karang!"

"jom kite main lagu scorpion ngan kapok aku.. bila dia dengar solo kite yang giler babi terror, jamin dia nak romen kite kat tandas masjid jamek..."

of course, none of this is true. but i swear i've heard portions of them before at a combination of places - dj's jelutong, the tandoori place in uptown, on the sidewalk of central market...

i like to remind myself how uncouth the lower-rung of our racial demographic can be. in their ball-constricting lee cooper jeans and neanderthal-man looks, there's nothing that could possibly repulse as bad as the common kutu armed with a kapok, a pack of gudang garam's and his koncho-koncho.

i'm just a little overcome with jealousy because i just discovered these fuckers make pretty decent money busking along the sidewalks of central market and in the passageway of the klcc lrt station - they don't even sing well!!

they get to make unpleasant catcalls to just about any big-tittied female, they get away with not bathing or combing their hair, worse off - in the event of fucking up anything (school, job, relationship), most people will easily let it slide because on the heirarchy of social scum - they are pressed with the least expectations in life.

yesterday, one of them borrowed my lighter and returned it covered in an oily secretion - no doubt a standard byproduct of kutus these days seeing as they don't bathe.

fucking kutus.

snow in sydney

yesterday's weather was crazy....it was really hot for winter during the day and by 4 o clock....rain and hail..which was so pretty bad that it was like snow as you can see for yourself...note that the grassy areas was in front of the quad castle-y building at usyd...and all of it was covered in ice..and the idiot i am was was intending to walk through the grass for novelty factor..but realised i would slip when i tried walking on a small patch...though it wasn't as bad as further down that was covered up to the ankles which would have been fun to play with....and haha (in a nelson from the simpsons tone) to those people who i saw in the day time wearing thongs and shorts/skirt to uni who had to suffer in the cold