法克 麦 莱夫

在网路里朝朝暮暮迷迷失失排排徊徊流连忘返行尸走肉了好几天得到了一个结论：
我没有莱夫.
I HAVE NO LIFE.
没有了考试就好像失去了一个人生方向，
没有压力的生活，
原来也很难过。
原来玩，
也会闷的。
现在连睡觉也懒惰了。
头发长了，
胡渣粗了，
鼻屎多了，
眼袋深了。

我，颓废了。

回到家乡，
一个现象就是，
在吉兰丹驾车的挑战性比驾飞机高。
随随便便驾车驾在路上都胆战心惊，
悠悠哉哉驾车驾在甘邦路上也不能松懈。
怕好地地的就会有几条没带头盔皮包着骨的马来粉肠无拉拉的杀过来自己的车道找死。
as 吉兰丹驾车人士都知道，
你驾车撞到摩多西卡，
永远都是你的错。
错在哪里？
错在你撞到摩多西卡。
你车四个轮，
他motor两个轮，
你铁包骨，
他骨包铁，
所以他是弱势群体。
他几笨，都是你的错，
他几错，还是你的错。
Strict liability. 所以 你-有-错！
哇 =D
原来我一整年的law没有白读~

在吉兰丹马来kampung,
撞死人家一只鸡，
整条街马上拿刀拿棍拿椰子涌出来跟你秋后算账，
apatah lagi 撞到他们的同胞？
整条村跑出来一人一泡尿淹你都死啦。
所以教训就是被撞的永远都比撞人的幸福。
谁叫你犯贱在别人的地方撞到低能儿?

Anyway,
回到来才发现家其实也是挺美好的。
街上安静的夜生活，
路上车子乌龟式的行驶速度，
马世界(masjid) 的摇滚乐，
吉兰丹的马来腔。
我的家 =D

最近似乎有点心血来潮，
精虫上脑，
竟然跟老妈子讲要陪她和外婆去巴刹 （正规中文统称为“菜市场”），
我觉得我老妈梦了一世人也不会梦见这一刻，
我见证了“喜极而泣”着一成语的真实性。
突然间领略到其实我对巴刹的概念竟然是一个空，
只知道此地为吾所厌恶之物聚集一堂，
又暗又腥又湿又臭又杂又乱又滑又挤，
万劫不复的地狱，
也莫过于此了。
等下就去鉴证一下我的概念是否属实。
ah but then 想回来，
这些又腥又臭的材料买回来经我老妈子妙手仁心一番，
竟然能变成五味杂侩的食物，
啊...
世界还真奇妙~

突然感觉到睡意侵袭，
最好先睡个懒觉，
不然又放我老母飞机她的毕生希望就此毁于一旦了。

狗又再吠了，
应该是要小便了。
姑且给它忍一忍先。
讲到这条狗仔，
骚一骚陪一陪它它就满足快乐了。
好一个可爱的小东西~
anyway
等下要跟外婆吃早餐，
啊突然觉得自己很孝顺。 -....-

原来老人与狗的快乐酱简单。 <3
毕。

文不搭题

又回来除草了。
跟往日一样，这篇的日期和上一篇隔了个崖。
生活充实时我反而不屑去写，
生活空虚时就不吐不快。
我有来吐我的不快了。
既然说我是不开心才写，
而你，
身为读者，
要看到我的文章才开心的话，
换句话说你就是把快乐建立在我的痛苦上。
其实也没什么好写，
因为思绪杂杂乱乱的百般杂侩的不爽实在很难找个头绪来开始碎碎念。
如果牵牵强强的真的要找个羔羊来在我的空虚文章里痛宰一番的话，
我是觉得“承诺”这一项挺适合。
圣人赖某曾曰：承诺乎，得以所偿，乃皆大欢喜也；所得之不偿愿，千夫所指也。
承诺就像酒精，
适可而止，
它为你带来短暂快感。
玩物丧志，
梦醒时分你痛苦万分。
承诺，
相爱的承诺为其首，
讲容易，
守诺难，
实现更难。
最痛苦的，
是当一方很用心的遵守承诺，
另一方，
将其视为玩笑，
这一伤，
将非同小可。
有时候还债一般的方式来实现承诺，
意义，
还在吗？
虚伪。
还不是那种”我们从此没拖没欠“的虚伪心态来做人？
一方面想保住自己正人君子的形象，
另一方面却庆幸可以脱离苦海了的自由。
小孩子勾勾手，
虽然很多是后承诺不长久，
但是真心荡然。
长大了，
不勾手了，
开始牵起一张又一张的爱情契约来。
契约里一条条的规则，
是被爱情蒙蔽双眼时许下的承诺。
什么爱你一万年，
爱你一辈子，
全是屁话。
你活得了一万年再说。
所以说感情里其实最重要的不是互相忍让，
而是互相了解。
跟着承诺做事，
就像是把感情合同化。
没有韧性，
没有温情，
谈情，谈情，
这情，不是喝酒应酬搂妞笑笑就谈得成的。
将心比心
才是王道。
心已淡，
倦鸟，
始终不知返。
希望，
失望。

心， 疲倦。

你的承诺，
不需要还。
我的承诺，
我已还完。

咳...又是一片文不搭题的烂文章。
毕。

本文内容，纯属虚构，如有雷同，纯属巧合。
凡对号入座者之愚蠢观点恕作者无法一一誊清。

we need to talk...not.

这一篇我觉得我必须用华文书写。

感情事，

应该是过去就该放手了。

不过，

为什么，

我的心还是悬着的感觉？

这不像我。

所以，

我觉得我们欠对方一个交代。

更深入来讲，

她欠我一个解释。

当你说不是，

我会问你为什么不是。

你说不能，

那你要讲为什么不能。

你讲不喜欢，

你必须坦白为什么不喜欢。

虽然真想往往让人心痛，

事实往往也让人释怀。

现在的我，

心虽然已经麻木了，

但是我还无法释怀。

心痛还需心药治，

解铃还需系铃人。

系在心上的解，

我还是需要绑上的人来解。

你的解释，

没有来到。

所以,

我麻醉自己的方法就是写。

不停的写。

忘我的写。

废寝忘食的写。

也许解铃并无需系铃人，

创作，

就是我的心药。

灵感，

就是一把剪刀。

剪断心结的剪刀。

狠狠一剪，

当下虽痛，

往后却得以释怀。

解释？

不用了。

客套话？

省了。

你，

我放开了。

我，

好了。

文，

了了。

Randomness

Haha the feeling of finishing a short novel--fulfilling =)

I always embrace the feeling of wanting to share my work.

Neither asking for approval
nor glamour.

I just want people to feel me from my writings.

As it was said by someone before,

if u can understand the work of an artist,

it means that you are actually looking into the soul of the artist itself.

too bad that i almost always write in chinese.

means that you need to be literate in the chinese language itself u read my works.

i know i'm damn random tonight.

this is the first time i'm writing something without knowing what my next line would be.

maybe i'd used up all my brainjuice in writing the stories?
hahaha.

just feeling a sudden obligation to post at least something in my blog right now.
okay let's do it this way...

leave ur mind blank..

and just follow the flow of this post.

let the melody guide you.
music heals after all.

i will perhaps post a link to my novel in the near future...

or post the novel itself in the blog...

or not at all...given that i might send it for publications.

and as a remark to my previous post...

i'm better now.

writing always makes me forget my sorrow.

the music is soothing...

the night is nice...

and my room is warming.

i'm happy.

and i want everyone reading this to feel me.

to be happy.

or at least not to feel sad.

oh such randomness...

ok i've said enough.

stop.

deaf and dumb.

sorrow.
a feeling almost reaching the stage of dying.
i should be so..i know.
just...couldnt help it.
sometimes i even question myself and my righteousness to be a man.
a man should take a refusal..shrugged it off like it's nothing.
well..i'm not capable of that.
maybe...i'm not strong enough to do so.
after wat i've poured into it..
after everything i've done...
it inevitably makes me think that it's just a vain attempt.
i dont blame her.
i dont blame anyone.
it's possibly my fault after all.
feeling stupid writing all these down...
after trying to maintain a touch reputation after all these while.
i must admit i'm quite hesitant to go for a relationship...
since non of them failed to work out for my likings.
u failed once..can u stand up?
perhaps.
u failed again..keep trying?
well..maybe.
thn failed and failed and failed and failed again?
eventually u'll ask urself: "hey..why even bother to try?"
no point right?
seeing that eventually everything u've done is in vain.
every failure deals damage to me.
every damage causes changes to me.
a change to worse.
from worse to worst.
it's like cooking.
for the 1st time it sucks.
fine.
just tat i'm not good enough.
inexperience.
try again.
but thn u tried...
again and again..
the result's the same.
it sucks.
eventually u might think...
maybe i sucks after all.
so i'll stop cooking.

but to be frank..
maybe bacause i'm insecure...
i tend to try making the one i love to feel secure.
i feel secure because i can provide security to her.
but perhaps all tat i've done...
makes her insecure instead.
we should maintain some distance.
as she put it...
breaks my heart.
to an extend tat the urge to clarify myself and tell her wat i feel about her..
didnt even cross my mind.
at that point i'm just looking for a way out.
of all these awkwardness.
of my inner fear..
of the voice in my heart saying:"haha...u failed again loser~~"
maybe at that point..
saying "i only do all these..because i care for you..."
makes hell of a difference.
but..
yea i failed..yet again.
for being only hearty..but not mouthy.
for being only loving..but not talking.
for being only pushy..instead of being unassuming.
for only trying to show love..instead of making sure tat it had been well received.
wrong...in any way.
wrong...in everything.

maybe writing this is exposing the fact of my incompetency as a man.
but does it matters anymore?
i'm a flawed man after all.
will i get better?
only time will tell.
only acts can prove.
i'm a broken man..if even that.
with a broken heart.
i've talked too much.
stop.

领悟

最近生活好像被面子书占去了不少。
每天看着人家贴上无聊的讯息，
搏出头的文字，
炫耀的句子，
突然间，
怀念起了写部落格的日子。
曾经为了post上一篇能够真正表达自己的篇章，
反复思索，绞尽脑汁，
就是要找出最贴切的文字的日子。
何苦？
不为谁，
就是喜欢看着满满文字的一个文章，
回想着写下每一个字的努力。
满足极了。

最近抛掉了多话尖刻的自己。
变得沉默起来。
省话，而爱思考。
觉得没经过深思熟虑的话，
不值得讲了。
变得爱观察，
越深入的观察世界，
越觉得疲累。
因愤怒而疲累。
因此我决定不再观察了，
就买了几本书来看看。
无奈买错了书，
买了《挪威的森林》，
书里，
好多人都死了。
自杀。
即凄惨，又唯美。
死亡美学，
即凄惨，又唯美。
把我的悲观主义推上了另一个层次。
深深地被它影响，
却没办法与人分享。
没有人会明白。
恐怖的，不是死亡。
恐怖的，是无穷无尽的空虚。
更恐怖的，是文字。

我逃避现实，
我懂。
刚刚才懂。
中六，
报考华文，
生活，学业，脑子，被华文重重地束缚。
因此，
我用英文宣泄，
i write in english.
现在，
生活，学业，沟通，交流，问好，呼吸节奏，
都是英文腔调，
开始对这个语文唾弃起来。
从新觉得还是华文最能表达自己。
逃避现实？
也许吧。
刚刚在煮泡面的时候，
忽有领略，
所以匆匆忙忙的，
就把它写下来。
重读自己写过的东西，
觉得自己好自负，
世界把我变得好无情。
我现在，会不会比较有良心了?
菱菱角角，
都被磨平了?
我不知道。

现在每个人都把精神贴在面子书上，
部落格，
仿佛成了我的私人日记，
没人读，没人理。
这样，
其实更好。
他们说我沉默，因为他们不明白我，
了解我以后，会发现我挺多话的，
再进一步了解我，又会领悟到，
我其实，
是沉默的。

好想念许多东西，
从未想过会想念的东西。
想念山，
想念水，
想念沙，
想念岛，
想念清新空气，
想念蔚蓝天空，
想念拂拂海风，
想念清澈海角，
想念他，
想念它，
想念"她"，
想念不用想念的日子。
往事，值得留恋。

搁笔。

skcohs erutluc esrever~ (baca secara gostan)

So...
i've been in Kl for quite some time now..
3 weeks...to be precise...
and the period will no longer lengthen as i'm going back to kb tomorrow...
and i'm sure i'm facing with a reverse culture shock...
firstly...
my slang changed.
i tend to say things in "汉语拼音's 第四声" now...
and to add extra long sound effects by the end of sentence
which is actually unfinished.
as an example..
saying "这里很热" into "哎呀，真的是热到~~~~~~~~~~~ah！"
the lengthened pronunciation last vocal indicates the "extremeness of the situation which cant be equivocally express"
how special~
and also driving ways in kl.
in kl...
driving in lanes is everything.
to drive in ur lane...
it requires extreme coordination of ur brains and body.
lanes avoid accidents on the road.
oh i'll surely suffer while driving in kb after getting use to this.
in kb...
human organs are used differently.
u see...
most drivers still use their eyes to look while driving alright.
but the difference starts here.
the eyes thn send the signal to the ass...
the the ass will itch.
wat do ppl do when they itch?
yes they scratch of course~
thn?
kaboom!
tragedy.
defy "TRAGEDY"
-a couple of cars wrecked a few children dead and a car driver crying over his wrecked car.
and somehow...
in kb...
some ppl dun understand the concept and uses of lanes..
oh wait...
do lanes exist in kb?
in the world that blind driving is so much a popular sports...
where cloth-made head-wears are believed to be even more protective thn helmets..
where divine powers are believed to be protecting sincere devotees..
where 3 keping of red notes can make white-uniformed pak-ciks so happy...
until they relieved u of all ur wrong-doings..
i dun think lanes are something more thn some colourful lines on the road.
kota bharu come sokmo buke?
ah ya and btw...
kl is a city where individualism is a moral so important...
until it saves lives and is the main policy of living.
even kepercayaan kepada tuhan is less important compared to it...
why?
oh there's a gruesome tale behind it.
however that's a tale for another time...
which i planned only to tell after i left kl...
to avoid being a subject of exact revenge...
zzz...
i miss my unique kb slang anyway..
those "讲真eh","si bo","and"nia nia"...
huhu we are sure unique.
amen.

itu itu letih..

yeah!
i'm back!
actually...
i figure out everytime i'm renewing my blog...
i need to mention "i'm back",
duh..
not my fault la..for not updating my blog...
coz the enter & backspace key of my laptop stucked.
dun ask me y.
maybe it's sinew or nerves or sth related sot jor...
no matter wat..
it's frustrating.
so..
i'd tried an alternative way to overcome the problem.
which is to use a portable keyboard to type.
portable keyboard.
definition:
the kind of keyboard which is soft,with high mobility.
and of course..
portable.
a portable keyboard is useful in many ways.
as...
it is useful as an waterproof item,
and also as...
an item to hit flies and mosquitoes,
besides that,
also an item to melepas geram on,
and so on,
sounds perfect right?
bulls**t!
u cant type well on it!
it fails it's main purpose as a keyboard.
it's like men unable to produce sperm..
women cant produce colostrum..aka breast milk.
wat a 奇耻大辱！
using it..
it's like foolishly slapping ur fingers on a flat rubber.
and the outcome is disaster.
especially when u're trying to increase ur typing pace.
as: hy,potsable ky boaredsuks (hey, Portable Keyboard Sucks.)
such flaws are annoying,
and i usually end up smacking the keyboard against the wall.
which will create a loud clear "piak" sound.
which will annoy me to a even higher level.
so...
i'm telling u how to use a portable keyboard efficiently.
1st step-u pick it up,
2nd step-use it to slap urself on the face..hard,
3rd step-after u've come to ur senses...bring it to the store,
4th step-use it to slap the store-owner,even harder,
5th step-make a "hmph" sound,show the owner ur middle-fingers (double handed),and u're done! =)

god bless those innocents,who bought such a cursed object~
amen~

hahahehehahuhuhuhu~

yeah i'm back.
come back sweep sweep wash wash innovate innovate a bit.
coz it's officially the last day of my working day.
as the contract ends after 31st of October
but...
unofficially...
i still need to work for 3 extra days.
during pc fair.
frankly,
i prefer to work rather than study.
when u work,
it's a combination of socializing and self improvement...
not to mention getting ourself rich tim..
it's like playing RPG game.
if u nge nge train ur character,
and u'll gain exp points.
when u collected certain points,
thn "ting"!
u level-up urself.
after working for 2 months,
my facial muscle became numb.
whenever ppl looks at u..
ur lips will automatically curl up into an idiotic smile.
tat's why i smile a lot these days..
not tat i'm happy...
it's my facial nerves tiu kin..
oh wat's happening behind me?
kelantan equalized d.
good thing good thing.
they're one step closer to winning the game d.
however,
tat's no difference whether they win or they lose.
sunday will be a free day.
as they say : kalu menang,cuti sehari; kalu kalah, darurat sehari.
we'll still hav a sunday to spend freely. \
so u can imagine the passion,ferocity,power and brutality of our very own fans.
they seems to have superior marksmanship,
and have a unique hobby...
to throw projectiles towards opponents.
and they rarely miss.
geng!
haha.
still..hope they can win.
so our fans will be less violence
and less ppl will die or injure themselves.
insyaallah!

gilo kijo.

yeah!
i found myself a part time job.
microtech.
sell printer.
since it's malay year,
whole kb ppl mountain car sea.
and microtech are flooded with those cute humble folks.
and i must say,
not all are humble,
and some are hot human.
their perangai memang piss u off.
as if they're urinating on ur head.
however,
the top and most mengsienkan one,
are those acting as examiner,
examining ur tahap kefahaman on ur own product.
actually i'm working under HP.
which stands for Hewlett-Packard Company.
and i'm stationed in Microtech,
so i also do help them promote their product loh.
thn today datang seorang insan.
slightly overweight,
seemingly smart,
probably and quite certainly well-educated,
and do hav quite some knowledge and understanding tentang IT.
and since today almost the whole mountain of human are cramming in our tiny microtech store,
our technicians and workers are severely out numbered.
so i terpaksa juga take part in the kegiatan product-promotion.
so tat costumer approach me,
and asked me bout pc screen's function.
frankly promote laptop i still can la,
since they are common.
screens are not.
so i dun hav sufficient information to satisfy her.
thn there comes the face tat is unforgettable to me,
for the rest of my life.
yuh...
the soho-ness on tat face,
really can drive u mad within a second.
mujur the technician appears in the nick of time.
saving her from my fist.
so tend to forget it,
i return to my post,
as far from her as i can.
who knows,
after 10 minutes,
she appears again.
tis time ask me bout hp printer.
HP PRINTER!!
hmph!
it's payback time.
she's at my place now,
and in my field of speciality.
not giving her any chance to doubt me any more,
i spit out everything i know bout hp printer.
hengh!
model f2480!
all-in-one,dual cartridge blablabla
blablabla,
blablabla....
winning back my pride,
winning hers as well.
satisfied,she left.
finally left.
at least she bought a screen,
and my pride did not die in vain.
after this lesson,
i've learned to observe ppl's face.
those cunning ones,
i evade.
only approach those kind and friendly one.
hmph..
btw,
there's another group of human being which is very torturing to meet while working.
Teachers.
they will probably stare at you with a god forsaken glare.
thn they'll start nagging.
oh god.
may u protect me from these evil beings and bless me with good sales.
amen.

it's world cup...fever T.T

it's world cup again.
if it's not the greatest event on earth,
it's surely one of the biggest.
male viewers are derived into two groups during world cup season.
the 1st,
they watch to see they win money or not.
to put it in another way,
they are gambling.
and if u ask them,
they might tell u they are not gambling due to greed,
since they are just "gambling to add excitement while watching the game"
but they sure yell like pigs when results go against their way.
no harsh feelings here....
and the 2nd group,
they are either more naive or poorer,
and they "watch the match for leisure".
as for women,
well most of them just know the ball is round.
and some of them who doesnt watch might know the name of the handsomest players on the field,
and some are even kind enough to remember the face of those terrifyingly ugly players.
there are two types of women who watch world cup as well.
the 1st type,
they watch football becoz their bf/men is manipulating the tv.
they cant watch their beloved soap operas,
and they prefer to stare blankly to the rolling ball on screen,
to test their luck and hope that the camera might kindly close-ups on handsome footballers for them to enjoy seconds of sensual seduction.
the 2nd type,
they love football purely.
and to own one of these football enthusiasts as a gf of a dream of all men.
imagine a girl favors a same team as u do,
and cheer for the same glory,
it's special.
ok enough said.
btw the match between England and USA is quite a stunning one,
as we see rare and priceless emotion on a famous face
after an outstanding mistake by robert green,
the english goalie.
as an example,
this.

This is priceless really.
David Beck obviously amused by the silly mistake made.
Thanks to Rob Green,
we can see some special expression rather thn the trademark gorgeous smile of Beckham's. =P
besides,
i really hate the vuvuzelas,
a type plastic trumpet,
which is a common noise-making tool,
and which the fans brings into every matches,
to make all sorts of noise with it.
it's damn damn damn noisy.
sing a bloody chant for god's sake,if u want noises.

stop the comparison.

ok i have problem.
not the break down of stuffs tis time.
i get use to tat now.
this problem,
leads to problems.
nth big.
but disturbing.
the problem is...
whenever i attend a feast or ceremony or blah blah,
my relatives or friends of my relatives or relatives of my friends tend to praise me...
they praise my height particularly.
thn the next thing will happen is tat they will start looking around,
start finding someone else in the feast,
which is most likely to be the ex-highest man in the event (before my arrival),
thn they'll make us stand together,
thn they start comparing.
duh...bukannya i tak tau i ni tinggi la mak cik...
as if my height doesn't bother me at all.
u all have nth else to praise about me meh?
i'm quite a good singer lo (bukan i soho,it's quite a fact =X)
thn i can speak quite fluent english,
i can immitate english spoken in foreign accents tim~(nigger slang, aussie slang etc etc..)
thn i can tell really cold jokes as well...
so buat apa wan to praise and fix the topic on my height nyoh?
actually being tall is suffering.
the longer the body length,
the higher the center of gravity,
the more unstable the base is.
tat's y i cant run 100m sprint.
well...Usian Bolt (196cm) is a rare case,
physics theories cant be applied on him.
so different story,
not worth mentioning..
and actually i hav acrophobia.
and with such height...
i feel scare everytime i look down -.-
at least please assume tat i do...
so stop saying tat i'm tall,
stop saying tat u're jealous of my height,
stop making metaphors bout taking a knife and chop off my legs,
and fix it to ur's to gain extra height to express ur envy,
and stop asking me whether my mom or my dad is tall,
or whether they're both tall.
dont ask me wat i eat.
i eat rice and meat and vegetables,
like u all do,
i'd never touch those height-increasing herbs,
such as peanut-roots or appleton.
ya i do drink soya and milk occasionally,
but i believe some even drink both daily.
so.....
u short, not my business.
i tall, not ur business as well.
if u wan to be tall,
it's ok to ask me.
i'll suggest u to swin and drink milk.
dumex for kids, HL for teenages or adults and anlene for old folks.
why i know?
not becoz i'm tall.coz i study bio.
protein helps in bone growth.
tat's why "education brings maturity" is an unquestionable fact.
and "maturity stops ppl from asking those stop-it-or-i'll-kill-you questions" is the most precise fact ever exist.
if it still doesnt work,
i kindly advice u to seek advice from specialists.
for those who believe in science, go find a doctor or physician,
for Buddhism devotee, they can seek help from Bodhisattva (ie Guan1 Yin1 Ma4).
so aunties aunties uncles uncles ladies and gentlemen,
since tat i've gave u every piece of assistance i can provide,
please get those words outta my ears,
and outta my mind.
i'm tired of it.
i'm sick of it.
i really hope tat i'm shorter -.-
it makes me understand many things.
praise can be harmful.
maybe ppl use to praise MJ bout the colour of his skin oso.
see the outcome?
so stop it la...
next time praise tat i'm lengzai,
i'll appriciate it more =)
Amitābha.

the period of break down.

they say nature follows a cycle.
and when it's time to go,
tat's no way to get hold to it.
it = life or an object likewise.
i dont know bout other ppl in this world,
but there's a weird phenomenon tat i must go through once or twice annually.
which is that,
once one of my stuff got broken,
other stuffs in the same kind breaks down as well.
it occurs on my shoes,light bulbs...
and most recently...
and fatally...
electronic appliances.
this includes...
my tv...my pc...my handphone...my playstation 2 etc etc...
let me huraikan all those important stuffs and the role they play in my life.
and the damage caused with their absence.

TELEVISION
aka tv. widely used telecommunication medium blablabla...
importance: fill empty space of my life which will otherwise junked or rubbished without tv.

COMPUTER
aka PC. comprise of keyboard, CPU, monitor etc etc...the pc allows us to gain access to the almighty internet.
importance: provides gaming fun, and most importantly, the access to internet.
extra and occasional contribution: combining with the printer, WE CAN PRINT STUFFS!!

HANDPHONE
cellphone, cellular, handphone is the same thing.one of the greatest invention ever,HP allows us to get linked to human civilization.without it, we might need a pigeon or smoke signal to transmit long distance info-s.
extra and frequent contribution: known to be the best viewing and storing media for pornography lovers (well...not me~ =X)

PLAYSTATION 2
developed by Sony Entertainment, the PS Two specialize in providing cheap and efficient gaming fun (with the availability of pirated DVD Games of course!).
importance: i simply cant live without it.at the moment it got broke down, my heart scattered. it's irreplaceable in my life. luckily, my PS2 still can (and only can) read very few DVD games.

imagine.
all those mentioned above...
DEAD!
GONE!
and the ultimate consequence is:
my life hollowed and darkened.
i became moody.
life seems meaningless.
tat's how technology ruined human's culture i guess.
the funny thing is...
when my PS2 broke down,
my mom still boasting on how they (folks of her generation) used to live like.
they "chase the wind and hug the nature" as she said.
things went well...
until the day our holy TV broke down.
her frustration is obvious i must say...=X
mujur we have a back-up tv.
even though the graphic is not as good as the former...
it's still a tv.
and my mom still watch it.
for ur information....
she's the one who discover the availability of the old tv.
she didnt went out and chase the wind.
i'm quite sad of how technology destroyed the "wind-chasing and nature-hugging lifestyle"...
i really do (fingers crossed*)
but...
nvm la...i understand.
ok BACK TO THE TOPIC!
no matter what matters,
i must repair all those broken appliances,
ASAP.
AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
coz if i dont do so,
me myself will be dead and gone as well...
due to boredom.
and my beloved appliances,
will end up becoming my grave goods (陪葬品),
which i'll carry into my grave.
may god bless me with my holy mission.
and that i can fulfill the duty i'm born with.
hallelujah.

an update to make myself feel better.

yeah here i am,once again.
recently i finally caught the ultimate meaning y do i blog.
just to blog.
for folks tat used to study in chung hwa,
they might know wat "Hari Interaksi Ibu Bapa dengan Guru" is.
even the title of the event is evil itself.
it makes you feel an instant unease.
apatah lagi to participate it?
i'd never ever participate it.
until 21st of May.
involuntarily.
hatefully.
maybe the teachers are getting bored of complaining bout us students to our parents on our back...
so they force us to show up,
and do it in front of us...
it's just like being force to watch when the nurse sticks the needle into ur arm to extract ur blood.
imagine the mental pain it'll brings.
haih...chung hwa...they sure know how to torture us students...
academically and un-academically.
did i mention bout the extra classes we're going to have during the 1st week of holiday?
if i didnt,thn i'm telling it now.
we are going to hav extra classes during the 1st week of holiday.
daily.
0800-1230.
no wonder we always achieve astounding achievements.
we trade our soul for it.
similar to the case when johnny blaze trade his soul for the power of the fire entity.
and we call him ghost rider.
sooner or later,
ppl will call us book sucker.
and we certainly wont hav the ability to kill evil spirits.
i just hope tat at tat moment,
i do still possess the ability to kill myself.
CHOI!
chung hwa,
it does did a great job in controlling human population.
ave chung hwa~ave chung hwa~
i'm outta my mind.
i know.

duh...

when u're writing about something to remorse,the starting is always the hardest....
in general,i lost again.
tis time in racket sport...
i'm not remorseful for losing,
instead i'm remorseful for how i act after that...
yet again...
my racket end up smashed...
i should learn to control my temper really...
no matter how bad things turn out to be.
actually....
wat i should learn is to accept the fact that i should learn to control my temper...
i know how ppl feel after behaving foolishly..
juz..i cant help it x(
tat's why i'm restricting myself from learning martial arts i guess..
i might end up demolishing my house.
ok lah no matter wat..
i'm sorry about that...
it's not that i dont have sportsmanship,
it's juz tat i might lose track of it sometimes...
especially when i'm getting frust..
i do still congrats my opponent actually...
after i got myself cooled down..
i'm just angry bout myself,
for unable to deliver my best...
in fact,
i can handle losses,
and i will accept the fate of losing in an easy-going manner,
if i'm giving 100% and i still end up losing.
i think the truth is,
i hate when i'm losing due to mentality,
not due to physical disadvantage.
watever lah...
i'm writing this to beg for forgiveness,
from the mortals,
and the immortals high up there..
for not being a flawless man,
and also for my deeply flawed personalities,
and moral values.
and lastly,
i'm making a vow
even though i know i already made and broke this promise a dozen of times,
i'm still making it...
i mean it.
and for god sake i'll hold to my promise...hopefully x(
tat i will not smash my racket out of frust ever again...
it's not worth it, my financial status do not allow it, and it's stupid..
i guess that is why i prefer football over badminton...
coz the ball simply wont burst,
no matter how hard u kick it~
Amen.