Thursday, September 27, 2007
Hectic Season
Saturday, September 22, 2007
The Great Question
Wait, is it the great question? Ah never mind, it does give you sleepless nights if you do think about it really hard. Okay okay, here it is…Ever wondered if the way the world is working now is not really the way it should be working now? Let’s say our concept of good and evil is wrong and there is another way we should be living our lives. Like… living a blameless life where we do neither good nor evil. Ever thought about that? Ever thought that religion is nothing but a face, no, a mask that is hiding a much deeper meaning? Well, I’ve thought about it and it all still does not make sense. Hopefully I will find that answer one day. That is why I have planned to visit numerous historical, holy and significant sites around the world to find answers about the world’s concept of good and evil and also to hopefully find proof of a god that looks down upon all of us. I’ve asked around and I’ve decided to visit these historical/holy places…
Buddhist Stupa in India
Makkah in Saudi
The Sistine Chapel
The Pyramids
I had a few more places in mind and relics that were mentioned in my conversations but I can’t remember them right now. There was one relic in particular that was interesting. It was this rock that bled for some reasons that I am quite unsure of now. My Shi’ite friend told me about this as it was closely related to one of their leaders of past. Really interesting, man.
Sick Minds
8-year old Nurin Jazlin Jazimin
As most of you have already known by now, that 8 year old girl that went missing is that dead girl in the sports bag. Damn, what a way to die, man. Let’s put aside all the rumours, accusations and shit like that. A’ite, hold up. Let’s say that the dad DID owe loan sharks money. Seriously, I would bet my money that even knuckleheads like them wouldn’t be dumb enough to do shit like this. However, it would require a very sick person indeed to pull off something like this. Call this dude a pedophile, psycho or whatever that you’re comfortable with, you gotta admit that the world today is screwed up big time. Sure, we’re well-informed due to the advancements of technology and life has gotten better for everyone but it’s because of our obsession to move forward in technology that we fail to see that it’s the person that needs to move forward, not his tools. It’s pretty much like what Tony Stark a.k.a Iron Man said when he realized that his armour was being remote controlled by someone else and him not being aware of it all the time.
All those years refining a machine. Not a moment’s thought given to refining the man inside.
~Tony Stark~
Alright, I wanna first of all set the point straight. I am not saying that we should shun aside technology in favour of sitting down on the forest floor and fast and meditate to days at end. All I’m saying is that we have been distracted from more important things and this distraction can prove deadly to us, in this case, messing up a person to be psycho enough to commit such crimes to an innocent li’l child. This reminds me of something my master has told us before when I was in the Buddhist Maha Vihara. I can’t remember which master said that line in particular and I can’t remember his exact words. It was something like…
Why do we even bother reaching across the skies into space when we haven’t reached the inner depth of our minds?
~Some Buddhist master~
All in all, I’m using these lines and the current tragedy at hand here to remind us all that there is a bigger picture out there and we need to be aware of it. That’s it, I guess.
Halfway Through Ramadhan
Ahhh… Ramadhan… The holy month. The fasting month. The time where people are actually happy while on the dining table and when crankiness is a side-effect that every Muslim man, woman or otherwise can use. So far these guys in Kundy’s Paradise have been behaving well when necessary. I was thinking of joining them to fast for maybe a day or two but the opportunity hasn’t presented itself yet unfortunately. Maybe I might during the coming weekend. I think it would be either the 3rd or 4th Ramadhan weekend. We’ll see about it, shall we?
Futsal – Yellow Guys Style
For once I am playing with my own guys from VU. The first time playing with them wasn’t the best experience, that’s one thing for sure. The second time was really good for some reason. Although there was less professionalism than there is usually when I’m playing with Rushdi, Rikaz and Shakir and the rest of them but it’s quite refreshing to just play for the sake of playing. There is definitely less arguing on the pitch and less people being ultra-competitive (I mean it in a good way). Since some core players have went off to Saudi for umrah, we might need a few yellow guys to play.
I guess that’s all I need to say for now. It’s been hard to blog because my damn keyboard is messed up. I might get a new laptop but I haven’t asked me mum about it yet. Alright guys, that’s it and have a nice weekend.
Peace out y’all.
All those years refining a machine. Not a moment’s thought given to refining the man inside.
~Tony Stark~
Why do we even bother reaching across the skies into space when we haven’t reached the inner depth of our minds?
~Some Buddhist master~
Halfway Through Ramadhan
Ahhh… Ramadhan… The holy month. The fasting month. The time where people are actually happy while on the dining table and when crankiness is a side-effect that every Muslim man, woman or otherwise can use. So far these guys in Kundy’s Paradise have been behaving well when necessary. I was thinking of joining them to fast for maybe a day or two but the opportunity hasn’t presented itself yet unfortunately. Maybe I might during the coming weekend. I think it would be either the 3rd or 4th Ramadhan weekend. We’ll see about it, shall we?
Futsal – Yellow Guys Style
For once I am playing with my own guys from VU. The first time playing with them wasn’t the best experience, that’s one thing for sure. The second time was really good for some reason. Although there was less professionalism than there is usually when I’m playing with Rushdi, Rikaz and Shakir and the rest of them but it’s quite refreshing to just play for the sake of playing. There is definitely less arguing on the pitch and less people being ultra-competitive (I mean it in a good way). Since some core players have went off to Saudi for umrah, we might need a few yellow guys to play.
I guess that’s all I need to say for now. It’s been hard to blog because my damn keyboard is messed up. I might get a new laptop but I haven’t asked me mum about it yet. Alright guys, that’s it and have a nice weekend.
Peace out y’all.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
NEW PHONE!
Oh yeah baby… I got a new phone. I think I’ve mentioned that I might be buying a new phone before, no? Anyways… my grandma bought me the N76 - in black. The red looks really gay. Yeah, the 1st slim flip-phone for the N-series, I suppose. It looks pretty much like a MotoRzr rip-off but who cares? Aesthetic-ness-wise, it does great. It does lack in some departments like sound and the camera but all is good. Besides, my 6230i was starting to crash, shut off randomly, play music at random intervals and shit like that. I read some pretty disturbing comments regarding the phone but let’s see, shall we? Hopefully the chrome paint on the top doesn’t wear off as fast as the critics say otherwise Nokia is gonna get “ban pardi until THE DEATH” from me. Anyways, this’s just a short post regarding the good news. I have deeper things to write about in the upcoming post so stay tuned, lads. Peace out, y’all.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Pool Party
As much as I don’t really enjoy parties and hate water, I had to attend Ivan and Joy’s “birthday” party. I don’t know about Joy’s birthday but Ivan’s birthday was waaaayy past BUT he did promise us a good time so we didn’t want to disappoint him by doing a no-show, right? Basically, I would say that I attended for the sake that Ivan spent buttloads of money, and that his name was on the *ahem* a bit over-the-top invitation card and also the promise of liquor. There are plenty of other rumors/controversy/jokes regarding this whole event but hey, even if I don’t say it, most people know what I’m talking about. Now, for those who know the rumors/controversy/jokes, we shall all bask in the sweet moments of silent laughter and (sometimes) slap-yourself-on-the-head feelings that we all get soon after that hearty chuckle.
No offense to those who worked hard for the party because the party was tight. Food was nice, liquor was pretty much so-so and left relatively untouched by the time we left and music was… let me just stop here before my words start a jihad, shall we?
Little B.U
A new restaurant that U-Jun and a friend of his recently opened that is located in Damansara. It’s roughly what, 5 minutes from 1 Utama? Yeah, 5 minutes. It’s that close. It’s located near a bunch of housing areas. Anyways, I’m not too sure how the place operates, really, since almost every time I try asking, I either get insulted in the face or receive sarcasm. Such is thy life. Heh heh heh… Either way, go check it out.
The Invasion – The Kiddy Version of 28 Days Later
*SPOILERS*
For real. If you have watched both movies and think about it, you’d agree. Here’s the comparison…
The aliens basically infect the people and turn them into mindless, emotionless drones and they will do anything to infect other people to “join” them.
The RAGE virus basically turns people into mindless savage animals that will either rip your ass apart or infect you to become one of them.
See, The Invasion is like Coke Light to regular Coke (28 Days Later). However, the show is entertaining with Nicole Kidman doing a Jodie Foster movie which is mainly about a mum running here, there and everywhere looking for her kid. Daniel Craig plays her love interest. Anyways, the aliens are actually spore-like creatures that invade the human body and kind of take over them but they don’t change totally, they just become really detached and shit like that and don’t really go killing everyone else. The alien entity works overnight when the infected person sleeps and there’s some mucus-ey cocoon covering them and then it peels off when they wake up. HOWEVER, there are people are people who are actually immune to this alien. People who had chicken pox or small pox are immune to the alien and they can sleep even though they have been infected. Somehow, Nicole Kidman’s kid is one of immune people in the movie. What a coincidence, eh? Hahahaha… So, in the end, helicopters swoop across the city and rescues Nicole Kidman and her kid. How convenient, eh? Anyways, since her kid is immune, they do have a reason to be rescued, innit? So, in the end, the scientist gets interviewed in public and he gets asked the question of is everything alright. He replies grimly, just look at the papers. Just watch it and you’ll know what I mean.
*SPOILERS END*
Anyways, we kind of imagined a Scary Movie-ish version of the movie, namely a black guy being immune to the virus. It would go pretty much like this…
And to raise the ante… say the black guy was Li’l John…
Nuff’ said, eh? Just use your imagination if you ain’t getting my drift.
A Person’s Worth
Everyone can agree that it can’t be measured by money BUT somehow some prick comes along and thinks it can be and makes his move. As usual, I’m going to be really cryptic and if you get it, then good. If not, then enquire to know more. Anyways, let’s just say that this guy felt guilty for screwing around with a chick and he proposed that he was going to pay her say… a 100 bucks each month or something like that as uh… repayment, let’s put it this way. You gotta say that he really thinks she’s a cheap slut, eh? Man… That’s fucked up, no? I’m pretty sure that I have more to say but it’s like… there’re so much words that it gets clogged up like your mouth is a funnel and it has a really small exit hole. You got so much swear words, nasty insults, biting sarcasm, punches, kicks, grapples, finishers and blazin’ moves that it just can’t get outta you. Ever had that feeling? Yeah, I guessed as much.
Long ass overdue post, I’ll say. Anyways, I think I’ve said all that needs to be said in a long time. My laptop’s fucked up ‘cause the spacebar has been ripped out by the damn cat and now I’m blogging using my housemate’s laptop. Smashing, innit? Peace out, y’all.
No offense to those who worked hard for the party because the party was tight. Food was nice, liquor was pretty much so-so and left relatively untouched by the time we left and music was… let me just stop here before my words start a jihad, shall we?
Little B.U
A new restaurant that U-Jun and a friend of his recently opened that is located in Damansara. It’s roughly what, 5 minutes from 1 Utama? Yeah, 5 minutes. It’s that close. It’s located near a bunch of housing areas. Anyways, I’m not too sure how the place operates, really, since almost every time I try asking, I either get insulted in the face or receive sarcasm. Such is thy life. Heh heh heh… Either way, go check it out.
The Invasion – The Kiddy Version of 28 Days Later
*SPOILERS*
For real. If you have watched both movies and think about it, you’d agree. Here’s the comparison…
The aliens basically infect the people and turn them into mindless, emotionless drones and they will do anything to infect other people to “join” them.
The RAGE virus basically turns people into mindless savage animals that will either rip your ass apart or infect you to become one of them.
See, The Invasion is like Coke Light to regular Coke (28 Days Later). However, the show is entertaining with Nicole Kidman doing a Jodie Foster movie which is mainly about a mum running here, there and everywhere looking for her kid. Daniel Craig plays her love interest. Anyways, the aliens are actually spore-like creatures that invade the human body and kind of take over them but they don’t change totally, they just become really detached and shit like that and don’t really go killing everyone else. The alien entity works overnight when the infected person sleeps and there’s some mucus-ey cocoon covering them and then it peels off when they wake up. HOWEVER, there are people are people who are actually immune to this alien. People who had chicken pox or small pox are immune to the alien and they can sleep even though they have been infected. Somehow, Nicole Kidman’s kid is one of immune people in the movie. What a coincidence, eh? Hahahaha… So, in the end, helicopters swoop across the city and rescues Nicole Kidman and her kid. How convenient, eh? Anyways, since her kid is immune, they do have a reason to be rescued, innit? So, in the end, the scientist gets interviewed in public and he gets asked the question of is everything alright. He replies grimly, just look at the papers. Just watch it and you’ll know what I mean.
*SPOILERS END*
Anyways, we kind of imagined a Scary Movie-ish version of the movie, namely a black guy being immune to the virus. It would go pretty much like this…
“Guess who’s immune, bitches? ME!”
“You motherfuckers ain’t touching none of this! Nuh-uh!”
“You motherfuckers ain’t touching none of this! Nuh-uh!”
And to raise the ante… say the black guy was Li’l John…
“WHAT?!”
“OKAY!”
“YEAAAHHH~!”
“OKAY!”
“YEAAAHHH~!”
Nuff’ said, eh? Just use your imagination if you ain’t getting my drift.
A Person’s Worth
Everyone can agree that it can’t be measured by money BUT somehow some prick comes along and thinks it can be and makes his move. As usual, I’m going to be really cryptic and if you get it, then good. If not, then enquire to know more. Anyways, let’s just say that this guy felt guilty for screwing around with a chick and he proposed that he was going to pay her say… a 100 bucks each month or something like that as uh… repayment, let’s put it this way. You gotta say that he really thinks she’s a cheap slut, eh? Man… That’s fucked up, no? I’m pretty sure that I have more to say but it’s like… there’re so much words that it gets clogged up like your mouth is a funnel and it has a really small exit hole. You got so much swear words, nasty insults, biting sarcasm, punches, kicks, grapples, finishers and blazin’ moves that it just can’t get outta you. Ever had that feeling? Yeah, I guessed as much.
Long ass overdue post, I’ll say. Anyways, I think I’ve said all that needs to be said in a long time. My laptop’s fucked up ‘cause the spacebar has been ripped out by the damn cat and now I’m blogging using my housemate’s laptop. Smashing, innit? Peace out, y’all.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
When They Need a Helping a Hand…
… and it’s too freakin’ hard for ya to extend it. This is pure random shit that popped up in my head, a’ite? Say you’re a nice person in nature and you have loads of friends and you belong in a network that looks towards each other for strength and support and blablabla… So one day, your friend pops up in your MSN list and tells you his/her sob story and somehow, you can’t connect with them. You know… You just don’t feel what they feel. Basically, you find that you can’t bring yourself to actually give a shit about them, somehow. Even after all these years, knowing them, you can’t lend them a helping hand and a shoulder to cry on. It’s not because you’re busy or shit like that, but it’s as lame as hell when you find yourself not being able to give a shit. Really strange, eh? Perhaps it’s the way that you’ve been exposed to the world lately, seeing the harsh realities behind it and realizing it. However, everyone knows that it doesn’t have to be YOUR reality. You can shape your own world and there’s nothing that can stop you, ya? Oh man, it’s getting more and more random than ever. Moving on… BRRH!
Burfdays
Shit man… 2 birthday celebrations in less than a week. Well, birthday wishes to Shazwan Mustapha Kamal and Saad “Naama” Masood Khan! Both Pakistanis, mind you. Shazwan’s birthday party was held in his uncle’s place in Cheras. We wanted to surprise him there but some of us got late, like me, Taqi, Manil, Upashima and one more chick that was with Manil. I can’t bloody remember. Anyways, the night was filled with the usual wackiness that only the Indahvilla gang is capable of and also the rather harsh humour from Kundy’s Paradise. We (me, Taqi, Shakir, Rikaz, Rushdi and Piumi) basically chipped in the buy a huge card which had several characters in it and we chose the one that looks like us the most. Taqi chose some middle-aged balding man and Rushdi chose an afro dude, of course. I managed to find a yellow guy in the card with spiky hair and the rest found their respective characters. Shakir had been given the darkest character on the card. Heh heh heh…We wrote some rather nasty stuff in there like…
Woops, the last one meant ostrich in urdu… Anyways… there were some idiotic moments during the party and all but in the end; Shazwan’s folks brought us all back to Sunway. Yay~
Next up was Saad’s birthday. All right, long story short… We got him a pair of futsal shoes so he would stop taking ours when we went out to play and also an ostrich puppet since he had a weird fascination with ostriches these days and referred to everything as “naama”. Odd, indeed. Anyways, by birthday traditions, we chucked him into the pool, used rope and masking tape to tie him to a nearby lamp post and poured vinegar, olive oil and condensed milk all over him. To top that off, we strapped a bra onto him and we took pictures of the whole crime scene. Loads of it. I will post that pathan’s humiliation soon enough, trust me. Heh heh heh…
Anyways, on a darker note, my computer got hit by a virus… That uh, MSN virus where they send you pictures… So… I will be offline for a good few weeks until I get back to Ipoh OR get around to format my PC. Anything you wanna tell me that’s not important enough to be sent via SMS can be sent to the shoutbox by the side ‘ere. I will get back to you via SMS or here A.S.A.P. Sorry lads.
Peace out y’all.
Burfdays
Shit man… 2 birthday celebrations in less than a week. Well, birthday wishes to Shazwan Mustapha Kamal and Saad “Naama” Masood Khan! Both Pakistanis, mind you. Shazwan’s birthday party was held in his uncle’s place in Cheras. We wanted to surprise him there but some of us got late, like me, Taqi, Manil, Upashima and one more chick that was with Manil. I can’t bloody remember. Anyways, the night was filled with the usual wackiness that only the Indahvilla gang is capable of and also the rather harsh humour from Kundy’s Paradise. We (me, Taqi, Shakir, Rikaz, Rushdi and Piumi) basically chipped in the buy a huge card which had several characters in it and we chose the one that looks like us the most. Taqi chose some middle-aged balding man and Rushdi chose an afro dude, of course. I managed to find a yellow guy in the card with spiky hair and the rest found their respective characters. Shakir had been given the darkest character on the card. Heh heh heh…We wrote some rather nasty stuff in there like…
“No one likes you”
“You suck”
“You tell lame jokes”
“Naama naama naama naama naama”
“You suck”
“You tell lame jokes”
“Naama naama naama naama naama”
Woops, the last one meant ostrich in urdu… Anyways… there were some idiotic moments during the party and all but in the end; Shazwan’s folks brought us all back to Sunway. Yay~
Next up was Saad’s birthday. All right, long story short… We got him a pair of futsal shoes so he would stop taking ours when we went out to play and also an ostrich puppet since he had a weird fascination with ostriches these days and referred to everything as “naama”. Odd, indeed. Anyways, by birthday traditions, we chucked him into the pool, used rope and masking tape to tie him to a nearby lamp post and poured vinegar, olive oil and condensed milk all over him. To top that off, we strapped a bra onto him and we took pictures of the whole crime scene. Loads of it. I will post that pathan’s humiliation soon enough, trust me. Heh heh heh…
Anyways, on a darker note, my computer got hit by a virus… That uh, MSN virus where they send you pictures… So… I will be offline for a good few weeks until I get back to Ipoh OR get around to format my PC. Anything you wanna tell me that’s not important enough to be sent via SMS can be sent to the shoutbox by the side ‘ere. I will get back to you via SMS or here A.S.A.P. Sorry lads.
Peace out y’all.
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