..made to die but meant to live...

2006-03-02T08:45:00.000+08:00

"..the one with being modest..."

I received a flyer yesterday, regarding the up-coming Manhunt International Contest held at the Eastpoint Mall this March. That, however, is not the point. Featured together with the advertisement is last years' Manhunt International winner, Tolgahan Sayisman from Turkey. If you can see things from my perspective, he's not much of a "Manhunt" - in more than a few ways actually. That shows how mediocrely tainted our world is. What we need is people like Zakaria Bin Md Isa, the phenomenal guitarist from Underedge. He's got the whole package, like, totally. Unlike those typical eye-candy sprawled on magazine covers, Zakaria Bin Md Isa is a true hunk who can actually reflect that beautiful physique with a personality that could even win your momma over. Frankly speaking, I think he might even be too good for all this "Manhunt" crap. Only God knows the number of girls (and obviously, guys) out there practically man-hunting him. Seriously, if you're still all soiled up with doubt, you can check him out on his blog or view his profile on Friendster. Links? Explore and go figure.

Oh, and for the record, this would be my last public entry. I'm putting this blog on hold to accomodate the layout change. Besides that, I want my blog to be a personal hub; a place I could post-up pictures, original lyrics, ideas, views and perhaps, poetries (??) without having to worry about no-brainers out there who can only cut-and-paste to claim the credit. The blog would not be totally private however. There's people out there who's still worthy of trust and privillege. So, don't be surprised if you're greeted by a password prompt on your next visit. When it comes to playing it safe, it's cool to be selfish.

This will be the last "public" sentence - cherish it.

2006-03-01T02:19:00.000+08:00

"..the one with Qhuack and the Bam Bam Boogie..."

Disclaimer: Gunalan is the illegitimate step-son of Kuppan. Pease take note.

It's finally confirmed. As of today, Bistrak, will undisputedly be the Bistray of Bistraying. For those with less mental capabilities, if it helps, you can look the word, "Bistray", up in any standard dictionaries. The reason to why I'm telling you all this is because, Mr Koh, the half-hearted Daredevil, have yet to reply the text of love given to him by a friend. Yes, you can be close to someone, but when the heart starts to converse, you're not but miles apart. That's where cats go wrong. A friend of mine died last week today due to Hyper-Rousilliency. Hyper-Rousilliency, despite it's deadly reputation, carries no known meaning. It's naught but an act of redundancy carried out by a group of militants near the borders of the Kallang River late last April. He caught a glimpse of hope, written in bold, at what appears to be a theoritical, but nonetheless, futile, attempt to replicate beauty, by an artist by the name of Lim Si Ying, age 14 on the copy of the Student's Companion ('06 Edition). Numbed by the acute nothingness, the gift of touch, with absolute precisement, began melting - seeping with oblivion into the minute space of the keyboard.

Ending with a hint of sadness, he gazed upon the abyss and fumbled into a humble heap of sorrow.

2006-02-20T09:44:00.000+08:00

"..the one with the chocolatey cranium..."

This may sound completely retarded but somehow, by some unknown forces lingering near a make-shift toilet near the provinces of Zimbabwe, I miss education. Okay wait. Correction. That doesn't sound retarded. That IS retarded. But seriously, look at it from my point of view. Take a step into my shoe. How? Got ants right? Hahaha. Ok, erm, ya. What I mean to say is, for someone who had been practically ripped off the education shelf, life on the endless road isn't anywhere at all, fun. Speaking of fun, define fun? There's an endless definition of fun but Gunalan told me a sensible one the other day while we're jamming with the Bhangra Brothers that fun is the sensation one experience when a blunt-edged object, in motion, is bludgeon repeatedly on ones' forehead (preferably at the area between the eye-brows). The resulting "dhegh" and "skphlash" sound is "fun". Oh, okay. That suddenly reminds me of the last time I met Gunalan in the train. The breathing; the gay expression; the posture - that explains everything. Back to th

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2006-01-18T02:18:00.000+08:00

"..the one about us..."

In a bond, involving two or more people, regardless of the relationship involved, conflicts and disagreements are bound to happen. You can just never escape from them. You never could. Friendships can be broken, love can be shattered and marriage can end up in a bitter divorce but at the end of it all, it's how you attempt to mend them that really matters. For me, the best recipe for a happy ending is interaction. Take for an example an apology. When it comes to apologising, how do you actually go upon doing it? Does texting suffice? Something is always better than nothing but how would you feel if you've waited hours for a friend to arrive and when he/she finally did, no apologies were given and instead, he/she greeted you with this kind of "stay-away-I-had-a-shitty-day" look. Alright, fine you had a shitty day but did you know that you've just made mine shittier by arriving late without even bothering to apologise yet alone make up for it? Tell me, is the word "sorry", that fcuking hard to mention? For all you know, that simple sorry could've save the whole day. Having a friend annoyed by your constant apologising is always better than having one holding a grudge against you for your utterly foolish sense of ignorance. Disregard the triviality, just look at the big picture.

Problem solving; the vital issue. Let's say you came to know that a group of your close friends are talking behind your back. The first question is always "why?"; "..why are they acting as such?...". Then, "what" follows; "..what did I do wrong?...". Although it's always convenient to think that your friends are being childish for conspiring secretly instead of confronting you, pause for a moment, take a breather and think this through,

"Am I ready to handle a confrontation and the allegations brought forward?"

These are two of the more common and popular approach of answering the above and I shall dub the first one as, "the foolish optimist". For this group of individuals, they are always positively sure that they are right, for they always think that they are incapable of doing any wrong, therefore, wouldn't be at all bothered to take any actions to settle their problems. This group of people are always accompanied by a bunch of their so-called, "problem-solvers". Basically, these sad lot just lack the spine to stand up for their rights.

The second group of peoplettes are, "the one-sided patriot". This bunch of yahoos are better than the first, in a few ways at least, but they still have the decency in them to tackle and solve the problem. However, the main setback is, they don't actually have a clue on what they are doing or even if they do, it's typical of them to screw things up somewhere down the road. Despite the fact that they should be given props for their effort, like the terrorists, they are never acknowledged. Every problem, to them, is worth solving but instead of directly tackling the "Achilles's Heel", of which they could, they'd rather backtracked to Greece and torched down Achilles's HDB Apartment, further escalating the problem - thus blowing it out of proportion. Despite having the opportunity and perhaps, advantage to directly tackle their issues, this group of unique individuals will always have ways to vent their anger and frustration by other means, for instance, via blogging. In simpler term, an indirect approach. Seriously, if you think that a problem is worth discussing, instead of blogging, why don't you just talk it out? Wouldn't it be easier and much more practical? I understand that blogging is one of , if not, the most convenient way of getting a message across to the mass but if an issue involves only person A, B, C and D, does it helps if person E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P knows about it? Be sensible here. It's motive, motive and motive.

At the end of every terminal, two undeniable conclusion awaits; grudge and forgiveness. Although it's easy to say things like, "..hey, let it rest, just forgive and forget okay?...", forgetting is never easy. It's not right to hold a grudge against another, ask any religions or beliefs, but this, however, can prove to be impossible, especially when something said is so hurtful, forgetting become somewhat, unfeasible. That's where personal ethical values kicks in. Religion also teach us the value of patience and strength, and that no matter the amount of wrong-doing stacked against us, fighting fire with fire should never be an option. If a relationship if worth saving, why risk it's loss? Sometimes, doing the right thing isn't always doing the right thing. It's all a matter of appropriateness.

2005-10-18T00:58:00.000+08:00

"..the one with the two-for-one pizza..."

Well, it seems that some of you are still skeptical about my recent revelation but it's official lah. It's strike three for me. I'm out. Really. But being the "never-serious-always-trick-people" boy I am, I don't blame you. Heh.

Though nothing much have changed, it's a whole new world for me now. The chess pieces are moving again so its time to open up my mind to new possibilities. I'm trying my best to steer away from the National Service but if it's time to heed the calling, I'll gladly obliged.

To my dear friends,

THANK YOU.

You guys are the best =)

2005-10-18T00:20:00.000+08:00

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN

Dear ET,

Firstly. That '37564 years ago' entry was supposed to be something you read and laugh at. It's what we human call, "a joke". I don't know if you are like, in any way related to Dr Mel Gill but if that '37564 years ago' entry offended you, I'm sorry.

Secondly. I KNOW WHO YOU ARE. No joke. I've traced your IP address, just to be sure but seriously, that name, ET, is much of a give-away. Come on lah, if you're serious on putting up a comment, you don't have to hide. It's cowardish and downright pathetic.

Thirdly. I know after reading this you'll probably leave another comment at the tagboard claiming that you are in no way related to me and that you are just one of those regular, "bloghoppers". Do that and I'll gladly post up a picture of you along with your full name and location. Empty threat? Try me.

Lastly. Like you said, I'm in no position whatsoever to question Dr Mel Gill's credibility and professional analysis. I know. It's just that I disagree with him and I wished to express it in my own personal way. Then again, after reading your comments, I would like you to ask yourself this question,

"Who am I to judge others?"

Go figure. I'm sure Dr Mel Gill is friggin' proud of you now.

Here I'll go,

"Have a nice day."

2005-10-15T22:24:00.000+08:00

"..the one with an ending..."

I've been given the permanent holiday extension, if you know what I mean ;). I've tried, but I guess it just did not suffice.

To all the kind souls (I'm pretty sure you know who you are) who showered me with endless words of motivation and encouragement, I thank you.

No worries though; for all is good.

"It's not over till it's over."

Have a blessed Ramadhan.

2005-09-29T14:41:00.000+08:00

"..the one with the supplementary ass-kicker..."

Yesterday, I took the worse mental-beating ever. The thought of it all still give me the shivers. Imagine, 8 solid hours of adrenaline-pumping action. Siow ah, where got adrenaline-pumping action?! Ni ser pen tan. Chow su ar. Wuoo. Well, I had to attend this scheduled revision to help me prepare for my up-coming Supplementary Examinations, which is like, four days away. The best thing is, all the subjects' revision fall on the same day, one after the other. Come, come. See for yourself,

1 Subject Revision = 2 hours

4 Subject Revision = 2 hours x 4

Total time = 8 hours

8 HOURS!! CRAZY! Crazy I tell you. But then again, it's all of my undoing what, so cannot complain-complain lah. Haha. In the lecture theatre, I amost froze to death. I can barely hold the pen, let alone write. At first, it's all pure listening, understanding and notes-copying. Two hours past and then, it's all just listening and notes-copying. Subsequently, all that's left of a "revision" is a frenzy of mindless notes-copying. Pity me lah. I know lah I naughty, lazy to study, but I'm only (a cute) human what *pouts*.

Well, I think I'm going to take a week break or so from blogging. Have got lots of studying to do. In Singapore hor, you sua ku, gundhu never study confirm hard to cari makan. So I must be a good boy and study hard. Then can provide a wonderful life for my wife-to-be and family. Hee. Sucker-punch. Guess this is it. See you guys in 7 days.

Seabreast, out.

2005-09-24T14:55:00.000+08:00

"..the one with the homosexuals and misogynists..."

Currently, I'm in a mild state of kejung-ism. Kejung-ism, if you should know, is both a physical and mental sensation of being run-over by a dairy truck and then getting spat at by a senile, 90-something old man. It's something similar to osteoporosis, only less severe. The cause of it all - an all day, all night gay party at Costa Sands. Yesterday, for me, had just ended. Today is a new day and today will witness the introduction of feminism to a sexually-retarded community. I'm drained and yet, I'm posting. That shows an advanced state of mental exhaustion. Okay, I'm confused. So, if you just excuse me.. I've got a bed to catch...

Snooze out.

2005-09-21T19:22:00.000+08:00

"..the one with the Loch Ness Monster..."

I was brushing my teeth this morning and I suddenly realised that I haven't been blogging for quite a bit. It's not something out of the ordinary for me lah, since I will be auditioning for the up-coming movie, "Mr Procrastinator", which is due somewhere next fall (start saving up kiddos, it's gonna be a big oozer). So, what have I been up to lately? As always, if I'm not out with the guys killing monsters and old people, I'll be at home chewing the refrigerator magnets. Been meaning to get sick actually - I kept falling in and out of this phase or stage where you can't actually tell whether you're just plain sick or dying, which is kind of scary in a way. Dengue would be the ideal explaination to my dizzy spells but that's close to impossible lah for my case as the mosquitoes in my area are highly educated and they strictly feeds on cough syrup and bandung. Unless of course, if I were to blah blah blah, and top it up with more blah blah blah, I'll spare my brain from thinking further, thus saving precious energy for blah blah blah because as far as this is concerned, blah blah blah, blah blah blah thank you.

Heh heh heh. What to do? Lazy mah. If you not happy go padang fly kite lah. Chow su ar. Wuoo~

The end.

2005-09-13T21:21:00.000+08:00

"..the one with the rightist barbarian..."

It's strange to see me second-posting, being the natural-born-pemalas I am, but today is especially an exception. Had a couple of plans lined up for the day; chasing the sunset at Pasir Ris Beach, musical session, hanging in, mass suicide, etc but a slight change in mind in addition to the treacherous mood of the weather resulted to a few minor changes in plan. After not-so-much thought, me and Zak ended up in the alfresco comfort of Assalihin Restaurant, sipping and chatting the time away to the fresh tune of Latino mambo. Eh, smarang aje kau. Mane ade Latino mambo? Kat kubo atok kau ade ah. Hahaha. Ah, yes. The pleasant moment at Assalihin. I have this special fondness of the place - it just constantly reminds me of being at my kampong back in Malacca and living in a kampong my friend, is pure bliss. It' the simple way of life you may say; natural and GST-free. Sudahlah Lakhsmi, dia perempuan muda. Biarkan dia berak. Back at Assalihin, we helped ourselves to some gorgeous fried cempedak and authentic teh-tarik. We spent 32 hours at the restaurant, eating and drinking, all the while waiting for Yazid the boy ladong. We found out later that he was busy building a HDB flat single-handedly near his shoe rack back home, so we decided to pay him a visit.

Upon reaching Yazid's crib, we were greeted by a grim sight. Scattered in alphabetical order were hundreds of dead and dying cockroaches. Evidently wiped out by the fuming, the cockroaches littered the floof in a scary yet funny manner. As we were on our bicycles, we can't help from running over a few of these unfortunate critters. It's hard to explain but the sensation of running over something filthy and helpless is just oh-so-tempting. To top that, you'll get this really cool "zilch" sound when you crush the roaches' exo-skeleton. Forgetting all form of self-control and pity, we ended up in a frenzy of critter massacre. We ran over lots of cockroaches, sparing none - not even those seeking refuge on the walls. Each critter squashed gave us a unique sense of domination and in return, we let out evil, evil laughter. Yazid came momentarily but he refused to join in the excitement as he is an active member of 'I-Love-Cockroaches-Very-Much' club. So we continued our silly game for another half and hour or so, scouting and roaming every inch of the area for victims. We were loud; very, very loud, and I'm quite certain that the police would show up have we waited a little longer. Evil fun always come to an abrupt end and in our case, the left pedal of Zak's bicycle came loose. Unable to fix the damage, we left.

Having to depend on only one surviving pedal, Zak looked every inch like a person suffering from cerebrial palsy. Yazid and I took advantage of the situation and made fun of his handicapped situation. Such good friends we were. Being evil and plain creative, we dubbed Zak as "Mat Cenkong the Barbarian". We don't actually know how it come by but anything demeaning is good, and "Mat Cengkong the Barbarian" is music to our ears. Out of fun, I cycled up to Zak at every available moment and gave him an annoying nudge to the back. We ended up playing catching on wheels but soon stopped as Zak had carelessly dropped his left kidney at a traffic junction. Retrieving the misplaced organ, we then cycled all the way up to Phnom Penh to purchased some local delicacies.

After a strangely exciting and tiring day, we finally decided to call it a day. Having bid our departure, I slowly made my way back home, all the while wondering on what tomorrow might bring. Recalling all the mindless antics and un-clever stuff we've just did, the arrival of tomorrow was suddenly less appealing. Seriously, with friends like mine, there's a no better tomorrow.

Kanasai and the end.

2005-09-13T12:01:00.000+08:00

"..the one with the psycho-logist..."

I, Power Ranger Turbo, bear this unearthly abhorrence for Dr Mel Gill from Incredible Tales 2 due to/inspite of his bad taste in clothing and unkempt hair. For those less fortunate, he's the baboon-look-a-like, psychologist dude who by some strange reasons, have all the knowledge to logically explains and interpret every preternatural happenings in and around Singapore. With a dash of sarcasm in his every breathe, he would gibber sanctimoniously on how things could have happened and using extremely, and I really mean extremely BIG words, he would yada yada yada confidently, backing each theories with bull-crap explaination and a gay smile. Like seriously, electromagnetic molecules? Bioplasmic particles? What the khoof? For all I know, skimmed milk and milo powder doesn't add up to make a very good milo drink (please refer to 'An Idiot Guide to Making Milo', chapter 3, section 2.2). Here's an excerpt of bullshit which I have painstakingly recalled...

Dr Mel Gill: "..our body, naturally emits a series of electromagnetic molecules and when a person passed on in a state of anguish or grief, the emission of this, electromagnetic molecules, increased and became somehow or rather, perpetuate, meaning that, it'll stay on in the exact spot, even years after the person's death, thus, creating the "ghostly" illusion *etched a slutty smile*..."

Amin: "..oooo. Really ar? I don't understand eh? Nevermind, nevermind. You looked like a sick faggot. Let me give you a punch in the groin. Kanasai ar! Chow su ar!! Wuoo..."

Dr Mel Gill: "..hug me Amin! I love you!! I'm as gay as an amorous bull. Come, come. Suck my electromagnetic molecules..."

Amin: "..ARRGH!! YOU GO AND DIE LAH!!.."

So, as you can see, my hatred for Dr Mel Gill is nonetheless, justified and I shall happily continue to despise him. I would love to go on and rant but for the sake of Lapog Uhtum, I'll leave it as that.

Dr Mel Gill, kanasai ar!! I'll come back as a ghost and haunt you one day. You just watch out ar, you sad, sad old man.

2005-09-04T15:03:00.000+08:00

"..the one with the typical let-down..."

Today is Sunday. Today is a rainy, rainy Sunday. Somewhere out there, the virgin nipples of a very much virgin 80-something old man is exposed by the pouring rain, through the tranlucency of his cheap, pasar malam singlet. Oblivious to the cold stares around him, he casually walked across the pathway, all the while casually scratching his casual-looking buttock. Whistling a nostalgic tune, he was reminded of a much happier time. He spotted, in a distant, a vacant bench and decided to rest his tired legs. Leaning against the cold, hard wall, with unblinking eyes, he watched silently as the life around him passed by.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a Tyrannosaurus Rex appeared and attacked the helpless, virgin, 80-something old man, tearing his frail body into equal, bloody pieces. Bystanders could only watch pathetically in a distant - some shouting words of encouragement and motivation to the old man. The commotion ended as briefly as it started. Due to severe haemorrhage and acute pain, the old man died.

The end.

(This entry is rated M-18 due to strong language and violence)

2005-09-01T10:23:00.000+08:00

"..the one with the family massacre..."

If you guys are like, up to getting the khoof scared out of your noses, then this site is just for you. Unlike the other typical online prank designed to jump out and scare you (cheap thrill lah, kanasai..), this site actually takes you on a tour, at your own pace and comfort, around a twisted yet beautifully crafted, cyber-horror artistry. Also, check out the haunting track and cool sound effect. Fully interactive, this site is best viewed at night, for obvious reasons. So, be a good sport and do yourself, and this site some justice.

Disclaimer: This site contain scenes of graphical horror and gore so viewer discretion is strongly advised. Brace yourself and let the horror begin.

2005-08-31T23:41:00.000+08:00

"..the one about the day meant for teachers..."

So, like today, I ran across the void deck area of my HDB apartment and screamed vulgarities in perfectly accented Latin at innocent-looking but connivingly guilty Bangladeshi workers, causing much panic and equally balanced amount of humour. If your immediate response to the above statement is "huh?" or "hor?" or both, it perfectly shows that pigs still lack the natural ability to fly and you have to like throw them down from the top of the tallest building in Tamil Nadhu to actually create a simulation of flight (approximately 7 seconds of flight max)

"Kanasai! Got so much cock to talk ah?!" - inspired by an unknown tagger

Ignoring the extreme rudeness and barbarity, let us analyse the validity of the above quotation. Firstly, despite the fact that I am over-exploiting the use of the word, "kanasai", I don't have a friggin clue of what it actually means. Secondly, 'cock', traditionally convey the same meaning as 'penis'. The normal male species of homo sapiens have only one penis, regardless of colour, shape and size. However, the phrase above strongly states that a person have to possess a large number of penises to actually gain the right to speak. This, logically, is contradicting.

With the evidence and analysis presented above, I hereby conclude that the phrase above is invalid. Therefore, it is safe to say that this post is not, by any possible way, related or relevant to the main heading stated at the top. You will soon come to realisation that you have wasted 5 precious minutes of your life by reading a chunk of perfectly-aligned nonsense. That, for me, is satisfaction at its purest.

Thank you for you.

2005-06-24T21:32:00.000+08:00

"..the one where it all dies..."

Greetings.

This will be the last entry. I'm taking a break so I'm putting this blog on a long hold; a hiatus to be precise. Thanks for putting up with me all these while. If it's way past '05 and I'm not back blogging, sadly then, it's the end. This is it.

Good bye.

2005-06-14T00:39:00.000+08:00

"..the one after the meaningless entry..."

Greetings, lah.

So it's like the third week of the new semester. Wait, it's the fourth. Is it not? Okay, okay. It's the fourth week of the new semester. The aggression level of the freshies have been drastically diminished. The library and bookshop are once again safe. Printers condition have returned to normal but precautions must be heeded when it comes to the use of the campus toilets. There are rumours and eyewitness reports on bizarre incidents where cell phones were brutally sacrificed in toilet bowls. Nyehehe.

Nothing much have changed actually and a perfect, living example would be me. As you can see, I am still as lazy as ever and I shall abruptly end this entry.

Bye.

2005-06-09T21:35:00.000+08:00

"..the one about you..."

Greetings.

My apologies.

I am still so, so damn lazy to post.

Haha.

I can't help it.

I will update.

When you may ask?

I honestly don't know.

Only time can tell.

Hehe.

Well.

Here goes another pointless entry.

But it's good to exercise them fingers once in a while.

All right.

The end is now.

Have a nice day.

Really.

2005-05-23T15:29:00.000+08:00

"..the one with the one-liner..."

It's been a while now so I just want to say hi. "Hi".

2005-05-13T22:18:00.000+08:00

"..the one with being me..."

Greetings.

13th May 2005.

It's amusing to see how quickly time flies. Given the choice, I would forbid myself from going on forward. Ignorant is truly blissful, but it'll only make one a coward. Speaking of the impossible, I am willing to hand my life over, in exchange for that one chance to undo what had been done in the past. Hidden by sheer oblivion and ignorance, I have sinned. There are endless words which could have been unsaid, and endless acts which should have gone undone. Perfect I tried to be - I am but a mere mortal. Apologies doesn't come cheap, but repenting is close to impossible.

This heart carries a heavy burden.

To my dearest, I'm sorry.

2005-05-10T08:02:00.000+08:00

"..the one without the popcorns..."

Greetings.

Yesterday, as in the day before today, specifically, Monday, me, the usual dudes and dudettes went for a movie at Golden Village, Tampines Mall. So, there were nine of us and we met a little after seven at Starbucks. The movie slot was at 7:40 pm but as we all know, there'll be this 15 minutes duration of "Commercial Marathon". With time to kill, we pelan-pelan kayuh to the cinema. The movie was just beginning when we finally got our butts to the seats. It was the "Kingdom of Heaven".

The movie started off rather slowly and picked up only somewhere in the middle. It felt slightly below expectation and for those harsher critics, the suitable review for this movie is, "Typical F*ck". The storyline was fairly interesting and for those of you with intention of watching it, take your time. Instead of catching it at the movies, you might just want to get it in the VCD or DVD version to go along with your "Troy" and "LOTR" collection. For a movie taking place during the Age of the Crusade, scenes of battles were disappointingly few. It followed the flow of history well but was rather inaccurate in the depiction of the Muslim culture and Islam.

Despite it's sensitive, religious theme, the movie avoided any possible controversy or religious outcry by it's "neutral" delineation. Nothing fantastic whatsoever - a weak attempt at history. As for me, it was extremely disappointing as the movie was something I've been really looking forward to. Final judgement, I would give "Kingdom of Heaven" a lenient 6.5 / 10 review. Despite it's voluminous amount of clean, religious humour, the movie was hardly entertaining. Unless of course, if you are a big fan of Orlando Bloom, you might still want to watch it anyway. Regretfully, there was nothing heavenly about the "Kingdom of Heaven". May peace be upon you.

2005-05-08T22:25:00.000+08:00

"..the one with the red cards, dumb-ass referee and one really pissed-off fat guy..."

Greetings.

Before I run my fingers through the delicate structure of the keyboard, it's only right that I begin with a laughter.

Heh heh heh.

Another match took place, again, today. My team went head on against "Gua-gangster-kudut" United. The match was just, haha, hilarious. Besides the ugly weather, which is capable of drowning Tom Thumb, everything else went down the longkang for my team. I missed the first half of the game as I had to attend religious class at Hougang. So me and my brother, the Thai goalkeeper, were excluded from the friendly. So there we were, my brother and I, keen spectators by the sideline.

From what I heard, the first half went pretty well for my team. They were leading by three goals to nil. The game was held at this really ugly school in Woodlands which looked more like a scene from a low-budget horror movie. The pitch was as equally ugly. Ugly weather, ugly pitch, ugly school and ugly opponent. Need I say more? Oh ya, the security guard on duty was also, very, erm, "unpretty". Like, really-really. He looked like a man who just had his DNA altered and crossed with a gorilla. Heh heh heh. Okay, that's just mean. Back to the game.

The blow of the whistle signalled the commencement of the second half. The bad pitch really affected the game. Both teams suffered but somehow, bad luck seems to lean more to our side. The opponents scored goals after goals. Sooner than I could scratch my belly, the striker from "Gua-gangster-kudut" United effortlessly equalised the game and sooner than I could say "Banana", my team was trailing by one goal. There was just something wrong with the game but I just can't simply point-out what. Its either the pitch on our side was just "sucky" or the fact that the security guard was just too ugly for comfort. Either way, we were losing.

Efforts for a come-back were in vain. During the last fifteen minutes of the game, all form of comedy-acts broke loose. A controversial tackle by Md Rafiq Bin Ramlee, our player from Southern Senegal, sparked the outrage. An attempt at the ball, which looked like a badly, miss-timed tackle infuriated the opposing team defender, Korpalasialun Bingai, who retaliated by a series of shoving and cursing. His over-reaction angered players from my team. George Hail Michael, our central mid-fielder, lost all sense of self-control and began attacking Kopalasialun Bingai but was refrained by players from both teams. A minor scuffle broke out and players exchanged angry comments. The referee was not spared. The creme de la creme of the act was an antic by Ahmad Hakim, our defender, who intentionally "rammed" the ball at Korpalasialun. An unnecessary action but it was really funny. Heh heh heh. He was later chased after by an opposing team player, Jimmy Boh Lan Chiao, who was believed to be the gay-partner of Korpalasialun. He really looked like a cow which had runned out of breast milk. Heh heh heh. It was a chaotic five minutes. Tension settled momentarily and red cards went flying. Inevitably, the match was abandoned.

Drenched and defeated, my broken team retreated to the "changing-room" by the drain. Md Halil, team captain, was extremely upset and disappointed by some actions of the team players. To add salt, acid, urine and ribena to the wound, the team had to pay S$75.00 (Exclusive of GST) for the pitch booking and referee. I managed to interview Md Rafiq Bin Ramlee, for views on the game. He commented,

"I have no professional training. I have tried my best and I had no regrets. She bangs."

Final score of the game, 4-3. The first defeat after a long run of victory, the team could only looked forward to a better day. The battle may be lost, but the war was far from over.

2005-05-07T20:23:00.000+08:00

"..the one with the soccer match..."

Greetings.

So today, a friendly took place between the two childhood teams of Yazid and I. Somehow, I'm feeling this sense of "gauche" addressing the team as Yazid's childhood team because in a way it's not. (??????) Okay. I'd love to elaborate but I'm sure you'll pick up what I'm trying to say as you read on.

Both sides played well but our opponent lack that tiny "edge" in their gameplay. The final score was 5-3. Kind of disappointing actually but it'll do. On the overall, I would say that out victory was one backed by experience. The opponent was no less skillful. The game was ours but deep in me I have this itching discontent about the game. The cause of this is the fact that the so-called "Yazid's team" was nowhere the original.

The original team beat mine with a score of 11-1 a few years back. Their football was undisputed. Fit and dexterous they were. I would watch in awe as the players each display their personal deftness. Now, it's sad to see that most of their talents went astray. Some had to do away with life. Some were tied down with external, established teams. Others, simply quits. The pioneer batch which I can actually recognise are of course, Yazid, Rafi Leman, Salleh and Faizal. These are the remnants of a once, dominant team.

Nonetheless, I'm proud of my team-mates. They put up a good show. Sadly, despite the victory, the sweetness of glory were non-existent - an unrepentant regret.

2005-05-05T23:48:00.000+08:00

"..the one where I actually posted..."

Greetings.

This is no doubt a post

Short and brief it may be but the hazards are real

Please

Don't try this at home

It's also good for you to know that

It really works

Anlene solved my hair problem

And with one finger

I can use the size of balance

To hold him down

Thank you

Very nice

2005-04-29T01:24:00.000+08:00

"..uncertain, certainty...."

The arrival of tomorrow brings both truth and retribution

Yet again, I'm being exposed in the very spot of vulnerability

Why? How?

I could ask myself a million questions

But the answers that I possess are few

The ending to the chapter will soon be written

Blissful, may it be

2005-04-15T17:30:00.000+08:00

"..ain't no sunshine when she's gone..."

Greetings.

Had my first supplementary examination yesterday. It was really, really mentally-tiring. The whole thing lasted for four "delightful" hours. Not a pleasant experience. Really. Staring eye-to-eye with a cold face of a computer, I suffered third degree burns on my face and chest area. Not mentioning the high risk of contracting malaria and leprosy. Okay, I really need therapy.

So it's one down and two more to go. Actually, it's four more to go but Mr Benny Chin said that I should set my priorities. So, two it is. Oh ya, my shout-outs to all the birthday wishers, known and anonymous alike.

Thank you.

2005-04-10T22:21:00.000+08:00

"..every moment, is another chance..."

Greetings.

Friends, bloggers and bloghoppers alike. Sadly, this will be the final entry. For now that is. The examinations result is out and my grade is somewhere between bad and atrocious. So yeah. It's back to the drawing board for me. Time is not exactly on my side so I'm using what's left to turn things around. I'll be online once in a while to check on stuff so tag as you will. Hope this absence is for the better. Pray for me you guys. I'll be back.

God bless.

2005-04-06T20:55:00.000+08:00

"..are you enjoy? Are you have fun?..."

Greetings.

Honestly. This is no cowardly excuse whatsoever. I was just getting ready to flex them fingers when two strangely similar and simultaneous SMSs interrupted my channelling inspiration. The first one says,

"Min nari tak ilek?".

The second one, a little more creative and downright harsher says,

"Abeh dok umah mcm kambing".

So, as you can see. My presence is "urgently" needed somewhere. Well, if the weather is right, I might post something later on. This is the end I guess. Now, why am I feeling this sudden craving for an ice-cold glass of ice-blended, strawberry goodness?

2005-03-30T11:22:00.000+08:00

"..the aroma of fresh coffee, toasts and seasoned keyboard..."

Greetings.

A blissful morning to you fellow bloggers and bloghoppers. A waste to let this kind of weather go by without doing something meaningful. So yes, I guess I shall blog, despite the fact that I've yet to bath and brush them pearly whites. Heh. Right. Hands, show me the way. Blog as you will.

It's not but three days after my last paper. Yes. The Final Examination. It's nothing important really. Just that the outcome of the results will determined my fate as a Polytechnic student or a PHD (Poly Half-way Drop-out) graduate. As you can see, there's nothing much to be thrilled about. The results will be out next week. Hurray-hurray?

Well, no matter how life unfolds, I'm pretty much sure that there's paths which will lead me somewhere. Till the day my time here is done, I shall do my best as a person to do them papa-mama proud. Guess this is it then. The toilet is calling out to me.

Thank you, for you.

2005-03-28T22:55:00.000+08:00

"..be onself, or be nothing..."

Greetings.

Apparently, I'm back from my "trip" to Zimbabwe. Yazid, Aizat. You guys need not hate the country. It's a nice place. Really. Obviously, nothing much have changed during the period of my absence. For instance, just take a look at this blog. I've planned to change the layout but there's just something about it that hinder me from doing just that. I can't exactly put my finger to it but this layout just seems to carry some sentimental traits which reminds me of some unforgettable moments in my life. I guess this is something for me to keep. To cherish, for I am very much certain that it would never take place again.

If you haven't realised, life is moving on faster than we've thought. Everything's changed. The people. Our lifestyle. We may idle our days away but there'll come a moment when you would just want to kneel down and pray for a second chance. Our time for undoing is being hasten my friends. Who knows, there might just be no room for us to repent. We are approaching the end of the road and we can never tell what awaits us there.

I'll make my stop here.

I won't promise my stand but for now, this is my stay.

2005-02-05T23:48:00.000+08:00

"..shun me when I'm gone, miss me while I'm here..."

My entry today will not be worth reading as Bee Cheng Hiang have loss 23% of market share.

Like huh?

It's happening. The syndrome is recurring.

If you people should know, I'm suffering from a very rare disease.

It's a disease experts called,

'Iamlazytoposttodayniosis'

Never heard of it.

Of course.

I told you it's rare didn't I?

Ok, have to go eat my medicine now.

*cough*

Bye.

*cough*

2005-02-03T01:27:00.000+08:00

"..you took my breath..and my two bucks..away..."

Today was the most far-from-perfect way to start off a day. I woke up early, a little before seven, and fell back asleep soon after. Fought my way back to consciousness with the help of my mum and aunt. Great karaoke-ing. Practice more and sing less next time. Instincts told me that I was late for the umpteenth time. With superb speed and not so superb breathe, I got on my horse and rode gallantly to the toilet. I stole a glance at the clock.10:51. Oh well. I'm late. Might as well spare the effort of hurrying-up. So there. Bravely, I gave in to my weakness and decided to skip two lab periods and a couple of "exhilirating" lectures. Spent a pleasurable moment in the toilet. Shampooed my hair, brushed my teeth, polished my toe nails, braided my oh..ok. Moving on. Taking my time to go through my wardrobe, I got dressed up and left home. Hold on. Before the leaving home part, mum made me ate two kaya breads. Ok. With that done, now you may proceed.

From my wrist watch, it was almost two. Before heading to school, I still have to make a trip to the train station to revalue my farecard. Singing and rapping in Tagalog, I plodded to the train station. The area beside the train station was fairly crowded when I finally got there. I wanted to get something to drink from Cheers but upon realising how packed it was, I dropped the thought and proceeded to the ticketing machine. After accomplishing the tedious task of revaluing my card, I proudly walked out of the train station into a sea of homo sapiens. A familiar song could be heard in the background, played beautifully by the street busker. As I walk, I continued my singing and rapping, in fluent Tamil this time. As I was nearing the East Link, I was startled by a gentle tap on my shoulder. I spun around quickly, and shouted loudly in Hokkien. Ok, honestly I didn't. I made that part up.

Standing in front of me was a girl, no older than eighteen. She gave me a sheepish grin as she held up a donation booklet. Still dazed by the sudden intrusion, I stood there motionless with a "huh?" written across my face. She smiled and I can't help from noticing the crinkle on her nose. So cute...*smiles* I leaned closer to get a clearer look at the donation coupons. Tsunami Aid. I spotted the $2 sign at the corner and took out my wallet. I handed her a crisp two-dollar note. Still smiling, she tore off a donation coupon gently and handed the coupon to me. As we were exchanging the items, my hand met hers. I smiled an embarrassed smile. She thanked me. Still smiling, I nodded to acknowledged her. Concurrently, I made my leave.

As I walked, I checked through the ticket. A printing depicts the hardship suffered by the victims and the name of the welfare organization was stated clearly in bold. I folded the coupon and slipped it in the back pocket of my jeans. I was heading off to the bus interchange when a familiar tap met my shoulder. Surprised, I turned and there she was, the sweet Miss Donate-please. She was still wearing that enchanting smile. Still puzzled, I returned her smile.

"Erm, sorry to disturb you but I'm afraid I've given you the wrong coupon."

"Huh? Really? Ok."

I took out my coupon, unfold it and gave it to her. She gave me another and I hurriedly kept it in my pocket. Looking rather embarrassed, she asked

"By the way, you really looked familiar. Are you from Ngee Ann Secondary?"

I nodded, paused and quickly shook my head. It was clear that I was still stunned. She laughed at my silly reaction. Feeling slightly embarrassed of myself, I laughed at my own inanity.

(still laughing)"Oh. Sorry. I must have mistaken you for someone else."

"Nevermind. It's ok."

"Anyway, what's your name?"

I was caught off-guard by her question.

"Amin."I answered.

"I'm Lin."

I caught a glimpse of the pass around her neck. 'Nur Haslinda Binte Mohd Roslan'. She's a Malay? I asked myself. I assumed her to be Chinese, from her facial features and skin tone. For some unknown reason, the fact of her being Malay made me happy.

"Well, it was nice meeting you." She continued. "Thanks for the donation."

"Sure. No problem at all."

"Well, guess I'll see you around. Thanks again. Have a nice day!"

"Thanks. Same to you."

Before she left, she waved and gave me a final smile. I can't help myself from smiling. Still drowsy from the sudden rush, I slowly pull myself together. If it weren't for school, I would have asked her out for lunch. Well, actually I won't. I'm not that brave, neither am I that forward. Sighing, I made my way to the interchange. Ironically, the song, "The Reason" was being played as I walk along the rows of shops. Her face kept appearing in my mind. Everything happened so quickly. This is one donation I'll never forget. Suddenly, I was reminded of the donation coupon. I took it out and scanned through the printings. Weird? Nothing's amiss. It's the exact same coupon. I told myself. I folded the coupon and as I was about to keep it, I noticed a writing on the reverse side of the coupon. I quickly unfold it. My heart was immediately filled with bliss. Reading the small, hand-written note, I smiled. Written in a neat scribble,

Lin

94****77

Call me :)

It was indeed a beautiful ending for an ugly start of a morning. What happen next? Did I actually call her? Will we meet again? Well my friend, that is a tale for another story. Looking into the unforseen future, I can only sit back and smile...

2005-01-28T22:35:00.000+08:00

".. made to die but meant to live..."

Greetings.

I posted. Yet again. Pondering through it, I felt a slight tint of funny-ness. It's like, when I don't post, I really, really, really *repeat 80 times* don't post. I wouldn't even bother to check my blog. reamination02.blogspot.com would become somewhat alienated to me. Now, I'm feeling this constant craving to post. To type. I honestly don't have a clue why. Maybe it's just a phase. Maybe I'm just making up for lost time. Perhaps I am indeed an on-off species of blogger. School term is looming up ahead and I can see it's ugly head popping out-staring out coldly at me. *Eh, muke dier macam kenal ah. Tu kau eh Lutfi?* I don't have the gift to prognosticate the near future but I guess this blog would go into another long state of coma with the commencement of school. It's just a strong possibility. I don't know.

Speaking of school, I realised that I've really slacked off during this term break. The closest I've come to studying is this. Yes, blogging. School reopens, Amin wakes up early, go to school, meet the fellas, skip some classes, beat-up some dudes, eye some dudettes, go get some munchies, go on back home, get some sleep and yes, here we are again. Back at square one. Poly life is not all fun and games. To be frank, it sucked. Everything of it reeked of dog's poo. Well, except one thing. The water coolers are nice. Cool and refreshing. Okay, the point is, poly life is not what you've been looking forward to. To those still in Secondary education, please. By all means, take your time. Relish each day as if it's the last. To hell with home clothes. Uniforms are way cooler. Tucking in shirts are cool. You can always wear your precious home clothes when you sleep. I've spent four years of my life in Secondary school. Wait, that's five years. I repeated my O's. Haha. Yes five long years and still I'm yearning for more. I miss the homework-giving chaps. I miss the canteen vendors. I miss the toilet cleaners. Mr Michael Toh, your side parting does rock. School song? National Anthem? Pledge? Bring it on.With each passing day, my heart longed to be back at my former school, with all my fanatical friends. Everyday is a party. You fell in love, you get up from them. You fall, you get up again. Oh god. I miss my life.*sigh*

With a heavy heart, I held the hands of Nadir, and with unhurried steps, I lead it to the end.

2005-01-28T01:09:00.000+08:00

"..ignorance-art of the fallen..."

Deep into midnight and just a scratch pass Friday. How precise. My bodily batteries are running low. My vision twisted...

my mind overflowing with emptiness...

my speech slurred...

my limbs numbed as the darkness itself...

Oh god...

What is happening?...

It...

it seems that...

I should...

get some SLEEP instead of typing some caffeine-induced entry in the dark...

haha..

do pardon my nonchalant ways...

so...

its a wrap...

bye.

2005-01-27T01:27:00.000+08:00

"..Bahasa menunjukkan bangsa..."

Salam sejahtera.

Thaipusam baru sahaja meninggalkan kita dan saya ingin menunjukkan rasa hormat yang teramat sangat kepada semua pengangkat-pengangkat Khavadi dengan melakukan satu kelainan terhadap "blog" saya kali ini. Kelainan itu adalah dengan berkarya dalam bahasa Melayu. Saya sedar ini tiada kaitan sama sekali dengan Thaipusam tetapi Thaipusam adalah suatu perayaan yang istimewa dari segi perspektif Prakash, Rathakrishnan dan Vanitha. Oh ya, tidak lupa juga kepada Gerard Govin, bekas pengawas Sekolah Rendah Tampines dan Goh Shao Hong. Maaf, Shao Hong berbangsa Tiong Hua. Menyentuh topik itu, saya ingin meminta maaf kepada mereka yang berbangsa Tiong Hua kerana saya yakin mereka tidak akan memahami karya saya ini. Untuk mengelakkan sebarang dukacita dan persengketaan yang berbau perkauman, saya akan menempah lima ratus paket deng-deng babi dari gerai Bee Cheng Hiang untuk diagih-agihkan kepada mangsa-mangsa Sunarmi dan Kesuma Joyo.

Mungkin anda akan tertanya-tanya akan motif karya saya kali ini. Jawapannya mudah. Kerana ia terlalu mudah, saya enggan menjawabnya. Bak kata pepatah Laksmana Hang Tuah, "..Takkan Melayu hilang di dunia..." Saya amat menghargai kata-kata pujangga yang membawa maksud yang mendalam itu. Saya sedar, walaupun bangsa Melayu tidak akan hilang di dunia ini, ramai Melayu telah hilang di hutan. Ada juga yang mati dimakan babi hutan. Ini semua adat kehidupan dunia. Hidup ibarat roda, kadangkala kita di atas, kemudian hari, di bawah. Tetapi, ramai juga yang mempunyai wajah dan bau serupa dengan roda lori simen. Ini tidak termasuk Apek gas. Walaupun sukar dipercayai, ini adalah realiti yang mengejutkan. Sebagai contoh, jika anda telah menonton rancangan dokumentari di Suria yang bertajuk "Hanyut", terdapat banyak tipu helah yang telah diselitkan. Dalam satu babak tertentu di mana terjadinya satu pergaduhan di antara dua kumpulan samseng, seorang remaja lelaki telah dipukul dengan sebatang kayu di bahagian kepala dan hentakkan itu telah mengeluarkan bunyi "Pek". Ini adalah satu penipuan. Bunyi yang sepatutnya didengar adalah "Piak", bukan "Pek". Harap maklum. Terdapat banyak lagi topik yang ingin saya ketengahkan tetapi kerana waktu yang tidak mengizinkan, saya akhiri karya saya di sini dengan serangkap pantun untuk diambil sebagai iktibar...

"Kalau ada sumur di ladang,

Bolehlah saya menumpang mandi.

Kalau kau tanak kene pelempang,

Gi mandi kat rumah sendiri."

Sekian.

2005-01-25T14:56:00.000+08:00

"..si kering ini mau menandigi saya? Sontoloyo..."

Greetings.

There are three facts which brings me unease.

Fact # 1, Pop-ups are annoying

Fact # 2, Pop-ups are annoying

Fact # 3, Pop-ups are annoying

The facts are all similar but they still add up to 3. Haha? Ok, no matter. In conclusion to the above three statements, I hereby declare my undying hatred for all pop-ups and their imbecile yet intellectual creator. Why pop-ups? Why can't they create something else? Something more worthwhile. Mengapa harus cinta? Huh?! Aper kau merepek nie? Anyway, I'm sorry for the pop-ups. Extremely annoying. Takmo nangis ah korang. Harge timun masih ok per. Ok, this ends here. I shall find a remedy for this inconvenience. Thank you very nice.

2005-01-23T20:54:00.000+08:00

Greetings.

A tribute to humankind.

"26th of December 2004. The catastrophic day that took the whole world by surprise. Festive mood were shattered so badly that celebrations were put on hold. The tragedy left more than 153,000 dead and millions homeless. The natural disaster was the biggest and ugliest ever to be recorded..."

On a calm Sunday morning, the very next day after Christmas, a huge tidal wave or commonly known as "Tsunami"hit several coastal regions of India, Thailand, Malaysia and Indonesia. Many were caught off-guard by the sudden build-up of aquatic-monstrosity. The wave formed a wall of water nearly 10 metres high and the abrupt "attack" left victims with literally no chance of escape. Homes were destroyed and thousands were swallowed by the powerful waves. Despite claims that warnings were issued before hand, many were oblivious to the impending danger.

Banda Aceh, located off the coast of Indonesia, the area most badly affected by the tragedy suffered the highest death toll of more than 100,000 casualties. Once a bustling city, the disaster left a huge mass of wreckage stretching for more than a kilometre wide.The crumbling pile of metal and debris was all that was left of once home for the Acehnese. An eyewitness described the tragedy, "...like the end of the world". Other areas, which suffered terrible loss, were Phuket, Thailand; Penang, Malaysia and Tamil Nadhu of India.

News of the tragedy spread like wildfire and Samaritans all across the globe came forward to answer the call of distress. Help came pouring in like water from a broken dam. Amidst the pain and calamity, an ambience of hope emerges like a glow from a dead flame. Individuals from all walks of life came together to aid the wounded nations. Opposing groups set differences aside to work hand-in-hand in bringing ease to the trauma of the disaster. The catastrophe brings both pain and retribution. Despite the harsh veracity, the tragedy showed the world that it takes more than a giant wave to wash away the strength of the human spirit.

May the soul of the dearly departed rest in peace.

2005-01-20T01:15:00.000+08:00

"...the end is the beginning of the end..."

Greetings.

reamination02.blogspot.com. The dreadful address of a blog belonging to a dreadful person by the name of *my name here*. The very black and white blog which hit you with "She Will Be Loved" everytime you drop by. The same dull blog which reward you with cool pop-ups after your visit. Hah.

Well, how long have it been? 2 months? 3? No matter. I'm here am I not? Obviously, from the date of the previous post, it clearly shows my "attitude" towards blogging. I'm the, how should I say, on-off kind of blogger. Don't you worry, I won't make any more promises on being a consistent blogger. Oh, that reminds me. Friendster testimonials. Sorry guys. My bad. Like the old, wise saying says, "Wait long,long..." Hah. Again.

That brings us to the end of yet another meaningless post. Hey, cherish every word. My entries are rare gems. Only god knows when I'll next update. With that, I thank you...

2004-10-12T01:13:00.000+08:00

"...do it with love, not lust..."

Greetings.

Today's post will be on sex. No, I'm not kidding. This post will contain handy bedroom tips and basic know-hows. I sincerely hope that each and everyone of you will benefit from this experience. We are going to identify the basic necesseties and preparations for a sexual intercourse. I'm going to share with you several popular method and position of lust-quenching sex. To ensure the success of the exercise, you have to follow each and every steps cautiously. Keep in mind that you'll receive immediate failure if you fail to obligue. Okay, let us begin. This little exercise is known as the "Kamasutra Opening". It's a simple method of preparing your body - both mentally and physically. The aim of this exercise is to get the body "sexually aroused". This method is useful for both members of the opposite sex. Firstly, get a glass of luke-warm water, possibly a third of a quarter full. Take a seat, making sure that you are comfortable and ready. Position your thighs as such that they are at least an inch apart. Take a sip from the glass, wet the area underneath your tongue and swallow. Perfect. Take a slow, deep breath and hold for ten,good seconds. Pinch your nose lightly and breathe out slowly. If you are doing it correctly, you'll experience a slight "tingling" sensation. Repeat the steps if you don't.

The second part of the exercise is more "physical" and will involve basic movements. However, do not attempt to proceed if you fail to experience the desired outcome for the first part of the exercise. For those who have, maintain your condition and keep up your good work. You're doing great. However, please try to locate yourself at a more secluded area of your home for some of the gestures can be extremely sexual and might be offensive to others. To begin, make sure that you are positioned in a well ventilated area e.g. a window. Stand against the window, preferably leaving an inch gap between you and the window grill. ( If the window blinds or curtains are shut, I would suggest that you leave some space open for your face. This is to ensure a continuous flow of positive air ) We have come to the most vital part of the exercise. Just a reminder, practice with caution. If you happen to experience "dizzy spells", I would suggest that you have a few sip of water before going on. This will require a tremendous amount of effort and concentration so please try to clear your mind of any distractive thoughts. Facing the window, take a deep breathe, deeper than the steps attempted in the earlier part. Hold your breath and using your hands, form a "cup" shape and place them gently around your mouth. Maintain composure and hold until you're almost out of breathe. Breathe out quickly and breathe in again, much quicker this time around and shout...

"KARANGGUNI!!~KARANGGUNI!!~TIANSIKI, SAKOR~ LADIO, SAKOR~ BAH KUT TEH, SAKOR~" repeat 20 times. Increase the volume of your voice after each shouts. You can be assured that the cops will arrived in the matter of minutes. Nyahnyahnyah!! Hurhurhur!! Hehhehheh!! Feeling sexually aroused yet? No? Aww, too bad. Who's your daddy? Who's your daddy? Ahah~ "There's a deer, a female deer~" Thank you people. Very nice.

"Teruk awak sumer, tau nak blaja pasal sex ajer...nakal~~"

2004-10-09T20:02:00.000+08:00

"... life is one beautiful dream - live it..."

Heh heh heh.

Greetings.

Whoa, its a miracle,"Like wow *rubs eyes*! Amin actually posted!!" Ahah~ Yes, finally. I know and I admit it: I'm one lazeee blogger. Well, life have been a roller-coaster ride for me - a sick, twisted roller-coaster ride. I've been real busy lately, with school, with my beloved band, school, school and er, yes, more school. Poly life is extremely hectic. Trust me. Speaking of that dreaded word, the final battle had just ended. Who's on the losing end? I honestly don't know. I've delivered a bleak fight, so yeah, sub-paper is indeed inevitable.

So yeah, Its total freedom for now. Ramadhan is a few small steps away and its that time of the year when I'll adopt this trusty computer-o-mine as my Siamese-twin brother. Yes, I'll be practically attached to the computer so you'll expect a lot of blogging, tagging and for those with pending testimonials from me, you can be assured that my debt record will be totally diminished by the fall of this month. You can take that as a promise, but I won't. Heh heh heh. Alrighty, tis' will be concluded 'ere. Do frequent your visit to this humble bloggy. We have plenty of catching up to do. Till the next meeting my friends. Cheerios~

*Oh ya , thanks Shifah for the "Heh heh heh"...

2004-09-13T01:56:00.000+08:00

Greetings.

Today, I received an e-mail from a friend bearing a very meaningful story. Unlike the usual e-mails you received based on love and teenage relationships, this e-mail potrays the value of true friendship and the importance of treasuring the ones your heart holds dear. Before you resume reading, I would recommend that you put on some sappy tunes, you know, to ensure that you capture the entire meaning of the story. Take your time, sit back and let me present you with this special tale entitled..

"Too Busy for a Friend"

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list.

Before long, the entire class was smiling.

"Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again.She never knew if they discussed them after class with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose.

The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student.

She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends.

One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin.

The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her.

"Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes."Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times.

The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.

"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."

Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."

"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her purse and showed her frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times, " Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again...

...the end

How's that for a story? I can see that some of you got teary-eyed. Don't worry. I did too myself. If you shed a tear for kindness, it shows that deep within you, no matter how tough you are, live a heart for a charitable soul. Before I end today's post, let me add in a few pointers for self-reflection. Friends are like the stars, at times, you will see a lot of them shining brightly, signalling their presence. In times of loneliness and sorrow, you can simply look up to them and they'll embrace you with their warmth and kindness. As time passes by, the stars, one by one will fade away and it's up to you to reach out and bring them back. The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day and we don't know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Never wait for tomorrow, for tomorrow might never come...

2004-09-04T21:33:00.000+08:00

"...in this mortal world, we are separated by a mystical dimension. There's us... and there's them (the unseen)..."

Greetings.

Okay. Urm..ehem.. From the short phrase stated above, I think you can roughly figure out what is currently going on in my head. Something supernaturally unfortunate occurred to me and my family just a few moments ago and I can feel my enthusiasm of posting steadily dropping to 0. I'm spooked out and i don't wish to elaborate or speak of the experience here. So..*looking around suspiciously*.. I think it's best that I end my post here for today. Do take care everyone..

..and yeah..

"WATCH YOUR BACK!!"

2004-07-24T01:30:00.000+08:00

"...As we walk to left, as we walk to the right, as we walk, as we walk, as we walk all night..."

Greetings.

Just recently, I participated in this 3 days Adventure Camp organized by the Adventure Club in TP. Knowing the fact that we will be camping only in school, I didn't expect much from the camp. Alright, to be honest, I half-expected it to be lame. Well, fortunately, I was proven wrong. For that short period of 3 day, I've met a lot of new people and I was even re-united with this sweet, ol' friend of mine, Liza. After being separated for like 4 years, here we are again, laughing and talking away - more than ever before. Glad to have you back Liza!!

Alright, back on the camp thingy. I was grouped together with this bunch of great individuals. There were 14 of us altogether, excluding Raymond and Samantha. We were dubbed, "Horny 4". Originally, our group name was "Xe", Chinese for four but since "Horny 4" reflected more on us, it was undisputedly chosen. "Horny 4" was made up of me myself, Ben, Aw, Jarrel, Chris, Chun, Victor, Zaini, Alicia, Kelly, Yuru, Amelia, Nicole and last but not least, our cool F.A., Fala. We had all the fun in the world ( to me) , from the tent-pitching, bee hoon eating, Ubin trekking to the day we had our campfire. During the campfire, each of the 8 team had to come up with a performance. Staying true to our name, we performed this funny and somewhat, obscene song. It was a short performance from us. Short but sweet. Its' funny but by some strange coincidence, all the performances that night were "dirty" by nature. We had the Erotic Chicky Dance, A poorly funded Matrix and our very own William Hung of TP, "Thamby Hung". The night was beatifully ended with the mass friendship dance, followed by the not-so-friendly water-bomb war. It was definitely a night to be remembered.

The last day was short but nevertheless, fun. We were given a number of mind-boggling obstacles to tackle and each was successfully and painstakingly accomplished. After trying out the high-elements, it was farewell for us.
Before the day ended, there was this sort-of closing ceremony held at the Alumni Lounge. A few awards were given out and "Horny 4" was selected as the best group in the camp. Each of us received a water-bottle. Though cheap (hehe!) , it was something for us to remember the group by. Soon, the inevitable end arrived. With a heavy heart the size of a full-grown African Elephant, the "Horny 4s" each made their separate ways. Well, physically, we may no longer be together and there is like 0 possibility that there will ever be another "Horny 4". However, the bond created between us will always bring us together. Each moments passed will be cherished. Till the end, the red flag of "Horny 4" will continue to soar high above the horizon...

That was a dramatic ending to my post on my dramatic experience at the Adventure Camp. It was a memorable experience for me. Given the chance, I would gladly repeat that 3 day of my life. It was good while it lasted. Alright, guess thats' all for now.Smile always.Farewell for now...

"WE WIN ALREADY AH!!!

Indeed,we have won.

2004-07-10T22:28:00.000+08:00

"...reamination02.blogspot.com...lost in confusion...back at last..."

Greetings!

Wow.That sure feels good.No.Wait.It feels great.Yup.Thats it.It feels great to be back.After months and months of absence,here I am again.Back in this comfy chair,infront of this trusty PC of mine.If you should know,my computer had been resurrected.No.Not as in brought back to life but resurrected in a manner of being given a whole new life.Maybe reincarnation would be the suitable term but..

..Ok,ok.Before I stress myself out and end up turning into the incredible Hulk,let me just get this straight.I,Amin,would proudly like to announce to the whole world that his internet connection had been successfully switched from dial-up to broadband.Haha!How's that for a good news?Yeah baby.Broadband rocks!!

Okay.Guess that should be enough for today.More great stuff coming up soon so do stay.Alrighty then,all the best to you peeps.Enjoy life.God bless.

"...made to die but meant to live.."

2004-05-13T01:17:00.000+08:00

Im sorry for the absence.Too many had happened lately and I guess its best that I keep my thoughts to myself.I don't want to end up hurting any party.Be it with the dagger of truth or simply with the double-edged sword of lies.Saying that,I doubt I'll be posting anytime soon so I guess its best that you skip your visits to this bloggy of mine.This will be temporary.I'll be back soon.Well,soon,to me holds more than one meaning.Soon can be tomorrow.Or perhaps,tomorrow,one year from now.Guess I better get going.The path to self-redemption is a long,treacherous one.Farewell for now.We will meet again.Thats a promise.

This will be the last for now,

Greetings.

2004-05-06T22:38:00.000+08:00

Greetings.

Today,now,currently,sekarang,I am feeling the least motivated to post.Well,can't say that I'm unsure why but I guess its just me.Maybe,I'm just too excited,too overwhelmed by anxiety for the arrival of tomorrow.Maybe.
Looking back, I did post twice yesterday,er no,correction.Let me rephrase that.Looking back,I did post thrice yesterday.Maybe I'm just too drained of ideas.Perhaps,yesterday,while sleeping,evil,green martians from outer space trespassed into my room,via the window,with their gadgets and all and intruded my oh-so-brilliant mind,stealing all my wonderful ideas and creative imagination.Okay,maybe they did left the imagination part of my brain behind. Maybe.Well,maybe,I'm just bullshitting you to cover the fact that I actually can't think of anything suitable to post on today.In this state of being semi-conscious and lethargy,I should just end my post here,before I bore any of you out there to death.Reading back what I've typed,even my english sounded pre-school.Ok.Maybe this is for the best.For me,for you and for the rest of humankind.Hahahahaha!

"...is there a doctor in the house?!Call 911!Call 911!!!Someones' gone berserk!!..."

Tomorrow,the da capo of the resurrected Skamageddon will rock the world of man.An inevitable renaissance is coming.Be afraid,be very afraid...

2004-05-05T23:12:00.000+08:00

It rained heavily today.The raindrops,like wild bullets,riddled the bodies of unsuspecting humans whom in defense,scatter in all directions in search of a place for shelter and salvation.I stood there,fixed,by the window of my room and gazed upon the open world outside.At times,I despised the rain but not today.Today,is an exception.The tiny droplets of water,to me,are like pearls,a god-send from heaven-a gift of life.Reaching out my hands,I smiled as a tiny pearl landed gently on my palm...

Greetings.

Rain.The common phenomenon experienced before by many all across the globe.A sudden occurrence of rain never fails to spark off a chain of whining and grumbling humans.Sometimes I wonder;are we being too selfish?Are we taking things too forgranted?Only recently,when our country suffered an overdose of frying from the generous sun,many of us,including myself,prayed badly that it would rain.Now that the rain is here,no one seems to appreciate or acknowledge its very presence.No one seems to care.Well,looking at it from an international point of view,there are dozens of third-world countries out there experiencing drought and long-term famines.People would kill for a drop of water.Well,I'm sure many of you would question the significance of that statement.Honestly,I'm unsure of that-just stating an example.

Living here in Singapore,the tiny island across the equator,I'm sure many of you had been caught off-guard before by a sudden downpour.The natural,primal instinct is to run for cover. Well,I have to admit,things are a direct opposite for me.This may sound absurd but truthfully,I love getting caught in the rain.To me,the rain somehow brings peace and solitude.Plodding silently in the rain,with no umbrella whatsoever,I get to experience first hand,a fast-forward drama taking place,live,around me.The commotions never fails to amuse me.With everyone else trying desperately to get out of the rain,no one seems to took notice of me-not even a glance.My presence becomes somewhat oblivious.I developed a special liking for this.The unique sense of invisibility.The unique sense of nothingness.Alright.Maybe someday,I shall elaborate more on this personal experience of mine.A thousand apologies if you could find no meaning whatsoever to my account.Before I end this entry,heed this final word or two from me.Next time,when it rains,sit back,relax.Enjoy the serenity and spectacular view around you.Don't ever whine or grumble 'cause when it rains,somewhere around you,a new flower blooms...

Cheerios.

2004-05-05T14:08:00.000+08:00

"...12:56pm?What the..?!God,I'm one lazy pig..."

Hehe.Greetings.

With totally no intention whatsoever,I,Amin a.k.a Mr couch potato had succesfully broken my personal record by waking up way after noon.Well,maybe it doesn't sound that bad to you but damn,I feel so rotten right now.Imagine,its like losing half the day,doing nothing but sleep.Okay,maybe its not that bad.I'd better make up for lost time.I'm gonna post again later,but only much,much later.

"...alamak,baru nak gi cycling,hujan pulak...ni mesti mak ah ni,nyanyi dangdut pagi-pagi bute..."

Hehe,later y'all.Adios...

2004-05-05T01:56:00.000+08:00

"...the human mind is like a large,endless puzzle,with the pieces representing each new discoveries.The very piece you obtain will take you a step further from reaching completion..."

Greetings.

Today's or should I say yesterday's episode of Smallville was no short of a masterpiece.Man,the writers are perfect examples of human brilliance.Yes,I'm entertained,exhilarated and inspired to post something today.Well,if you haven't noticed,I lack the consistency in updating my blog.No.It's not that I'm lazy or anything.Trust me, every single day,at almost the exact same time,I will sit motionless in front of the computer screen,with a raging war going in my head.If you guys should know,I'm fighting my own full-scale battle everyday.Well,not all the time,but only when I'm caught in a dilemma,or something like that.Yes,I do have problems.Problems deciding.I have trouble making up my mind.Even on minute,trivial matters.Strange?Tell me about it.This dilemma thingy is something that I have to go through everyday.An example of a live,uncut and uncensored case of dilemma is taking place just about now..Yes.I'm trapped in the clutches of a foul dilemma demon even as you are reading this.Well,to ease your burden and save precious time,let me abbreviate the long,dwindling fact.Everyday,I,the self-proclaimed great one,will encounter this difficulty in deciding the issue that should be discussed and posted in my blog.The end result would be a much frustrated Amin,a lethargic mind and a blank computer screen.This is really starting to get on my nerve and before I reach the stage where my mind becomes totally out of reach,I should better start my search for a remedy.Ah!The utter abhorrence.There are streams of thoughts rushing in my head and each one had been forcefully obstructed by this invisible,mystical barrier.Curses,thousand CURSES!!*raises fist*

Phew,that was tiring.Okay,enough drama for one day.That was one hell of a post.Yes.Today,I have lost another one of those daily battles and have ended up typing crappy post instead of some meaningful,interesting ones.Well,guess I should retreat back to my stronghold a.k.a bedroom and call it a day.The war is not over.Tomorrow is another day.The day after tomorrow is also another day.So is the day after that.The same goes to the following day and the rest of the days after today.In conclusion,tomorrow is indeed another day,making today the beginning of another day...

"...zip it Amin,just shut the hell up!!..."

2004-05-03T01:39:00.000+08:00

"...this is indeed Hell on Earth..."

Greetings peeps!

Haha,ignore that statement please.Just a way of expressing my displeasure.The weather is hot today,FREAKING hot to be precise.I'm happily sweating my pants off,struggling to type this crap in the dark,in the wee hours of the morning.Ya,thanks a lot Mr Fan for your BIG help.Please remind me to sack you at the end of this month.Okay,where were we?Oh ya,the weather.If you haven't notice,our country had been hit by numerous cases of freak weather occurrences.You can get freaking monsoon rain at one moment and at the next,you'll be wishing you're some freaking eskimo blowing snow out of your freaking nose in Disneyland Antarctica.Okay,excessive use of freaking.Let's be a little more creative.Honestly,you mig

"...AUTOMATIC SHUTDOWN SEQUENCE ACTIVATED.SHUTTING DOWN IN THREE,TWO,ONE...*BZZZ*...GOODBYE..."

Okay,okay.I admit.I got nothing else to say.Happy?Hey,at least I'm being creative.What do you expect?You can't blame me.Its way past midnight.People go blank every now and then.Even hunks like me.It's a cruel world,I know...

Hehehe...

"...that is so tacky you useless son of a helmet..."

2004-04-30T01:41:00.000+08:00

Damnation.

I was hit hard in the face by something shocking today.Something disappointing.I nearly,and I really mean nearly,changed my perspective towards one of my close friend.Sad?Hell yes I am but thinking back,I realized that there's much more to our friendship than meets the eye.Imagine,5 years of solid friendship down the drain,just like that,*snap fingers* That is so not going to happen.No way.Nada.Never.Well,perhaps if we were to metamorphosized into blood-thirsty zombies and began gnawing at each other's throat,maybe then it would be an exception.

Its funny,an exaggerated fact from ones' mouth can turn friend against friend.Its common.I know.Misunderstanding,argumentation.These are the key ingredients or should I say spices in the recipe of life.Look around you,work out that stiff body of yours.Hate.Its written everywhere.In the papers,the news, EVERYWHERE.Life would be incomplete with the absence of disputes.Be it marital,international,you name it.Disputes exists and occurs for a reason-to test the patience of man.

Okay,enough of the pep talk.You don't have to look far.Just look at yourself. Ask yourself-"When was the last time I got involved or was caught in a mudslinging frenzy against my circle of friends?"You get my point here? Common isn't it?Yes,too common indeed.However,what totally heart-wrenching is when you discover the fact that it was actually your close,trusted friend who masterminded the evil scheme in this "horribly-gone-wrong" reality show.Disappointed?Haha,you guessed it.Hell yes I am.Honestly,I'm not pointing fingers,(well,maybe the middle one)No ones' created perfect.Not even me,the great one,(siak ajer,kerek sey,suwar nyer Amin)We are all hypocrites,in one way or another.Yes,its true.The harsh reality of life.

To conclude my oh-so-long entry,I have to say that true friendship does conquers all.As long as trust and loyalty exists,nothing can break that bond developed between true friends.Cherish those around you.Appreciate their presence for once.Till next time...

"...fear not my brothers,nothing can or will bring us down.Till the day death pursue,true friends are forever..."

"I'm not a perfect person,there are many things I wish I didn't do.
But I continue learning,I never meant to do those things to you..."

Yazid,from the bottom of my heart,I'm sorry...

2004-04-28T00:26:00.000+08:00

Greetings Earthlings.

Man,there is just no better way to end the day than to watch another spectacular episode from Smallville. Today's episode was,how should I put it,fragmented.Yes,fragmented in a sense that the plot was purposely twisted to distract the mind of the audiences from certain facts from the story.Well,if you could see things from my perspective that is..As usual,after several or should I say, many scenes of exaggerated violence,it all boils down to the episodes' finale, where the main characters would finally succeed in tackling their own inner villain,saving the day thus earning their own personal satisfaction.Hehe,seriously,I'm sorry if you guys don't really catch where I'm getting at.Reading back what I've typed,I'm sure many of you would go like..

"Ape siak ni Amin merepek?.."
..or..
"..and your point is?.."
..or maybe..
"What the f*ck?!"
..or just simply..
"Hoh?*scratch head*"

Hehe,okay.Nevermind that.Honestly,there's much in my mind that I want to let out.Well,maybe today is just not the right day.I'm tired,extremely.This shall wait.

"..tired,the feeling or sensation of dying.."
Right Huda?*winks*

Well,guess that's it.Ya,I know.I'm boring.Saper suroh bacer sey?Hehe,Alright y'all.Till next time..
WAIT!!Before I go,something real important to let off my shoulders.Idzwan aka aIDe,

THANK YOU!!
(ONE,TWO,THREE,FOUR,TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES!!aIDe,biler mau game?)

Heh,adios..

2004-04-27T00:54:00.000+08:00

"..when there is no more room in hell, the dead will walk the Earth.."

Scary?Yeah.Thought so.That phrase will certainly dwell in my head for the rest of time to come.
I went for a movie today,with the rest of the Scooby Gang.We watched "Dawn of the Dead".Lots of blood,guts and gore.Good,ol' fun.The usual stuff you get from a zombie-eat-man movie.No doubt a great movie.But,the ending kind of suck though.

Anyway,thanks a bunch to all those who turned up today.Terime kasih bebanyak!. You guys really inspired me to organize a movie outing for us again.Bravo.Ouh ya,hehe,how can I forget.Congrats to Aqilah for her successful attempt at sneaking into an AC-16 movie.Good effort.The credit also goes to Idzwan aka aIDe for his tireless effort at brainstorming his brilliant mind.Great plan.Utterly cunning.I won't be surprise if he grows up one day becoming a successful criminal.A serial killer perhaps.You got it in you bro,its in your blood.Hehe.

Well,well,well.My webby,bloggy,blog.Almost done but yeah,I can still see holes here and there.
Its like the sick feeling of dressing up,only to realise that you've forgotten your undergarments.No.Of course I've never experience that before.Just stating an example.
The feeling must surely suck.

Right?

No?

Whatever aye..

"..Idzwan aka aIDe,where are you..?You friend here needs your help.."

HELPPPPPP ME!!!!

2004-04-25T23:17:00.000+08:00

Hola!

Hmm,my first official post.Don't really think anyone would read it though.Qila,Zakaria perhaps.Well,love the new layout. Simple and nice.Just the way life should be.Lets see,what else need to be done... yup,the tagboard,background music,links and ya,think thats it.Haha,feels kind of odd when typing this out..

"..I feel like I'm talking to myself.."

Well,indeed I am.No Im not.Yes you are.No!Says who?Haha,okay,maybe I am talking to myself.Hey,its kind of fun actually.Try it out yourself.Well yeah,guess that should be enough.Why bother?No ones' reading...

Zakaria?Aqilah?

2004-04-24T14:18:00.000+08:00

Haha..alas,my bloggy is completed..weee...

2004-03-06T09:08:00.000+08:00

Hmm...