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sharing a bowl of tomyam glass noodle was never happier with my two cinapeks

[one of my happy moments captured using a 1.3 megapixel camera phone]

Happy moments are short-lived...
Therefore, enjoy while it last..

positivity for positive people..

I found a book marker stashed in my bagpack as I search for my goggle before hitting the swimming pool.
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Hhmmm... I thought to myself... How did it get there? I flip it and the other side of the book marker is written:-

"Happiness lies within us.

We may accept the way life isn't what we want it to be or change so that it will be.

The choices of life are endless.

Life is too short to spend worrying or expecting.

Take some time to understand yourself.

Know what you want.

Create your own dreams.

Lead your life forward.

Love, laugh and play.

Happiness comes to those who are willng to believe in it..

..and create it within their own lives."

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Hhhhmm..again. Inspirational? Yeahh, for like 5 seconds after reading it.

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Thing is, life is much more complex than that. Even when we accept how life is or make changes to get the life we wanted, we'll never be happy. It's perfectly human's nature, we're never satisfied about anything and nothing! And we never know what we want or need until its too late...yada yada yada..

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Sigh...generally, I'm never much of a positive thinker anyway, so don't mind me... ;p

art of being cool...

Rules to be cool. Well, or APPEAR to be cool.

Ehem...

First up, don't talk much. Do the talking with your eyes and body language.

Second, either listen or don't give an iota care of your surrounding. To do the latter, you need to be gorgeous or blessed with certain charismatic looks that can pull it off.

Third, be mysterious. Never answer a question completely - leave it hanging and make people wonder / leave people wondering about you. This is to arouse curiosity.

Where I learn all this? Well... I know someone who likes to act cool where as in reality, he's not cool at all. I suspect he doesn't talk much cause his brain processing uses Celeron processor and he got nothing brilliant to say. And secondly, he listens cause everybody else empowers him and he's not that articulate in conveying his points. And last but not least, he tries to be mysterious cause in truth, he got no mystery in life. Nothing exciting ever happen to him - never got laid, don't have much friends and lives with his grandmother. Plus, his idea of fun is chatting on MIRC and ICQ.. *roll eyes*

There. I've blab it out..

And gosh, I hate it when he calls me 'babe'. It's so NOT cool...

lo sang!

(photo was taken without permission from some homosapien's blog)

Yee sang!

Yum seng!

Mo tak teng!

Hehehehe...I'm load shit of yee sang already...

pencemaran bunyi..

SHUT UP~!!!!!!!!!!

God, it's a freaking blast of commotion! I can't sleep for pete's sake!

There's been (and still) a charity celebration night(s) for the past week conducted by ehem...certain election party. The residents are force to "menjayakan majlis" with participation in singing and performing and of course DONATING. All for the purpose of charity and to promote a healthy residential area to live in by way of "perpaduan". Well, they say la kan....

Sorry, no offence. I don't buy that bullshit. Know what I think? It's all lame indirect propaganda. I blame the coming election.

Stop it already! My eardrums are going to pop out anytime soon...

uncomplicated love..

Love used to be so simple when I was in school.

I had someone who loved me like crazy, but not in that cheesy kind of way. It was simple genuine love. He never expect much in return, in fact, he never expect anything from me. He was the giver and I, being my selfish self was the ultimate taker.

I never really bother to make him happy, I wasn't the type who show much of affection. I was cold on the outside. But I was lucky he knew me well. He knew despite of my outlook, I actually care. And it's amazing how we carried on for years without saying much about it - both of us understand the arrangement.

But now, everything about love needs to be confirmed and clarified. It's not so simple anymore.

Maybe I'm not that simple-minded anymore. I've learned to give and take. I've also pick-up the habit of having expectations - maybe because I was pampered before, maybe because I was never on the giving side before. Expectation became a natural thing in relationship.

Frankly, I've forgotten how it's like to just trust my instinct and somehow "know" that everything will work out fine without hoping or expecting much. I've forgotten how simple and rewarding it is to just leave things as it be. I've forgotten all about the simple gestures.

Maybe its time to remember it again as life is already complicated enough - let love be the simpler thing...

p/s: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY ;)

smoochy gooey valentine..

I overheard a clerk in the office today, saying she wanted to shop for a new vavavoom dress for the coming Valentine's Day. She even told her colleagues that she's taking a half-day leave on that special day to celebrate it with her boyfriend.

Ahhh, I thought to myself -the pre-valentine preparations.

Where the girls will be busy with making themselves look hotter and hoping for something romantica, the guys on the other hand, will be busy counting and saving every penny just to afford a bouquet of flowers and a romantic lobster bisque a deux or any dish as long as its impressive (and burn holes in the pocket!) to make it special for the girls.

Ehem...which usually will cost them minimum RM200 to prepare those two. And ohh, don't forget the Valentine's gift as well! Oh yea babeh...burn holes in the saving accounts with the hike up prices of flowers and absurd price tags on the petite-sized heart shape meals. Even the potkadoted heart shape latte will cause double from the usual price!

Anyway, Valentine always poses as an awesome day for those who are in coupledom, are dreadful for singletons and is of absolutely of no consequences for people who never really care about Valentine.

As a voter for the latter group, I'm indifferent whether I celebrated Valentine or not. For one thing, it's overrated like Titanic (in which I never watch the film ever in my life) and two, there's sunflower everywhere - on the streets, in the shopping malls, in the LRTs and even in McDonalds! I hate it, sunflower's debris makes my nose itch and my eyes watery.

However, despite my current state of singlehood, I never always been single and had past relationships where I had to endure the Valentine's celebrations outside. I never really enjoyed it, maybe its the food, maybe its the ambiance or maybe its just not the right company. Lol~! I'm being mean!! *guffaw*

Got to say, my best Valentine celebration was eons of years ago and it wasn't even on February 14th! It was the weekend after Valentine's and I was kidnapped to a candle light super with the best double-cheese burger I've ever had with fries and a large Coke while playing scrabbles and listening to jazzy tunes. It was simple awesome.. ;)

Although I don't think much of Valentine's Day, I respect those hopeless romantics out there who went all the way to make it a really special moment for their love ones. I think it's a pretty sweet gesture and it shows appreciation of having each other in life.

Anyway, last but not least, be merry on Valentine's Day or any other day. Life's too short to be in a sorry and pathetic state. For those singletons out there, never fret whenever its February. Remember the famous quote? Every dog has it day, haha! And relax, you can't be lonely when you like the person you're alone with..

Either way, hitched or not, cheers to LOVE~!!

right and wrong

Right and wrong do exist.

Just because you don't know what the right answer is — maybe there's even no way you could know what the right answer is — doesn't make your answer right or even okay.

It's much simpler than that. It's just plain wrong.

al-fatihah..

I received a shocking news, yet again.


My old friend, Esmanto, a guy who hails from Tawau, Sabah died last friday because of leukemia at the age of 28. Manto, as I call him, is a great friend. He's a cheerful dude who likes to share his stories with me, mostly about the girls he like to pursue.

He told me before that he was sick, but I didn't believe him as exaggerating is his true battlefield. So, I never took his words seriously, thinking that he just wanted some attention from my busy schedule.

When I heard the news from his sister, I couldn't believe that he was truly gone. I even joked around with the sister asking where he truly was and kept on asking her to stop joking around. When the sister broke down and cry, I realized there was incantation of Yaasin in the background. The news was true after all. I was stoned for quite a while before I apologized and listen to what the sister have to say.

Manto's sickness started way back in 2003 but he never told anyone. It worsen throughout the years and he was depending on constant treatments in the hospital about a year ago. He had to stop working as a photographer and was relying on his family for financial support. His condition was critical and was hospitalized last week but he told the doctor he wanted to be discharged and spend his last days with his family members.

Sigh, it's just sad.

I never had the chance to apologized to him and tell him that he was a good friend. I feel awful that I didn't believe him when he told me that he was sick. Come to think of it, I blame him for being so playful all the time. Dying people supposed to be emotional and angry, especially when they know that they're going to die at such a young age.

Hmm.. I can't write anymore. Sedih giler. Al-fatihah is all I can give to him right now..