tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71966202011-11-24T14:50:13.519+08:00the best author will be the one who is ashamed to become a writer.wadefishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14051327333302038176noreply@blogger.comBlogger1061100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7196620.post-59612513804796925522009-10-14T17:23:00.026+08:002009-10-14T22:47:28.886+08:00

Dear Blog, Over the past 4 years, you have been a great companion to me. Ups and downs, the laughters and the tears, I've shared them all with you. Sometimes, it's just random bullshit from me, and sometimes, it's just things that don't make sense. But you were always there, and you took them all in, without saying a single word. However, with a heavy heart, I've come to the decision of

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Undergraduates from the Faculty of Economics & Administration, University of Malaya, present Statistics II.Good English:"By using the Z-test, we can conclude that at a 0.05 level of significance, there is sufficient evidence of a difference in mean for the variables selected."New English:"By using the jackass, we can conclude that at a jirou point jirou fi level of significant, there is

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MuseResistanceIs your secret safe tonight? And are we out of sight? Or will our world come tumbling down? Will they find our hiding place? Is this our last embrace? Or will the world start caving in? He could be wrong could be wrong But he should of been right He could be wrong could be wrong Let our hearts ignite He could be wrong could be wrong Are we digging a hole? He could be wrong could be

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Here's what I think of Hishamuddin and his brain (if he has one).Below are extracts of a news article from Malaysiakini.Home Minister Hishammuddin Hussein said those involved in the 'cow-head' protest in Shah Alam last week cannot be blamed for the controversy.Oh, really, Mr. Home Minister sir? Then who should we blame instead? The people who proposed the relocation of the Hindu temple? The

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What else should I be?All apologies.What else could I say?Everyone is gay.What else could I write?I don't have the right.What else should I be?All apologies.In the sunIn the sun I feel as oneIn the sunIn the sunMarried! Buried!I wish I was like youEasily amusedFind my nest of saltEverything is my faultI'll take all the blameAqua seafoam shameSunburn with freezer burnChoking on the ashes of her

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A day in the life of a lecturer.Yes, sir! I'm sure there aren't any easier or simpler words such as TOLERATION!Yes, sir! We know you're VERY SICK that's why you FORGOT to prepare for class!Yes, sir! We believe you're not LAZY but you just don't feel very well every week!Yes, sir! Have a GOOD SLEEP while we stay guard for you! We'll throw UM car stickers if we see Ghauth Jasmon coming in!Fin.I am

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100 is a number.Every time you make a choice you are turning the central part of you, the part of you that chooses, into something a little different from what it was before. And taking your life as a whole, with all your innumerable choices, all your life long you are slowing turning this central thing either into a heavenly creature or into a hellish creature.C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity.It

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This is the original article (with the title) I wrote and sent to Malaysiakini.You can read the published one here.I am a second year student in UM. I am writing this to express my discontent over a prevailing issue in Universiti Malaya. I would narrate a recent experience to emphasise my point. Just yesterday, on a Sunday evening, I was pulled over by the security guard at the KL gate. I was

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“It seemed to me that his internal essence was at war with the norms of the world. It’s as if he was trying to defy gravity."Michael Levine, Hollywood publicistLooking back, I still vividly remember my first blog post.It was about Michael Jackson.Never thought I'd have to write a post on his death 4 years after that first post.Never thought it would end today.You shattered the barriers of black

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Jamie Scott & The TownWhen Will I See Your Face Again(Verse)Here I am, everyday, Since you said, you'd come again, But it's not fair, cos you're not here, I wait in vain, but nothing has chaaanged, I'm a flower, soaking in the rain, If I could wish one thing, I'd hear you call my name, (Chorus) So when will I see your face again, When will you touch my life again (ohh yeah), When will I breathe

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If you have an obsession to steal, would you offer to safeguard your neighbour's treasures?If you have a tendecy to lie, would you tell your best friend the truth under pressure?If you have an exotic taste for Chinese delicacy, would you stare at your dog in hunger?If you have a twisted compulsion to kill, would you be around your family members?If you have an impulsive heart which fluctuates,

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14th June 2009It all started on a calm Sunday morning. I woke up at about 0715 to prepare for morning worship in church. As usual, I took my bath. Before we continue on, let me briefly explain certain necessary facts. The water piping system in every house differs. For mine, the shower and the tap share a common pipeline. This means that the usage of one affects the other. For example, if I'm

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Movie Carnival 2009 was a great experience. With a group of friends, I signed up for this 10-days-job. Tiring but nonetheless, every moment was worth it. Throughout these 10 days, I learnt many valuable lessons. Lessons on life which I thought I already knew.If you've seen some of the photos I uploaded in Facebook, you might be wondering what my job actually was. Well, my job scope actually

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Apologies for the lack of posts lately. It's been all lyrics for the last few posts. Previously was in the holiday mood and currently, working. So, don't really have that blogging feel or the mind to think. Anyway, just had a minor accident driving my friend's car. Feeling really bad now. Waiting for him to come back and face the music. Gruesome one hour; so I thought I'll do this (tagged by

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Everywhere someone's getting overEverybody criesAnd sometimes you can still lose even if you really tryTalking about the dreamLike the dream is overTalk like thatWon't get you nowhereEverybody's trusting in the heartLike the heart don't lieAnd that's all that I need, yeahSomeone else to cling to, yeahSomeone I can lean onUntil I don't need toJust stay all through the nightAnd in the morning let

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Now hush little baby don't you cryEvery thing's gonna be all rightStiffin' that upper lip up little lady I told ya I'm here to hold ya through the nightSmile. =)

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Hey Gloria, are you standing close to the edge Look out to the setting sun The brink of your vision Eternal youth is a landscape of the lie The cracks on my skin can prove As the years will testify Say your prayers and light a fire We're going to start a war Your slogans a gun for hire It’s what we waited for Hey Gloria, this is why we're on the edge The fight of our lives been drawn to this

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And you think that sunshine follows after a rain? Think again.After all the circus that happened in Ipoh, the Rakyat finally rejoiced yesterday when the High Court ruled that Nizar is the rightful Menteri Besar of Perak. People began to see the silver-lining they have all been looking out for. Finally, public confidence in the independence of the Malaysian judiciary can be restored. Or so we

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Mr.B: Ya know sir, it's time we let them boys out by now. It's gettin' a lil' crowded in there.Mr.C: Look, Mr.B, I told you. There's no place to let them out here, understand? I've looked.Mr.B: Naye, sir. You've never gotten up from that seat of yours ever since ya sat down. I suggest we start gettin' up and go a-lookin'.Mr.C: I said, I've looked! I saw people getting up, okay? Can you stop

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SPOILERS AHEADAs we all know, many Facebook addicts are hyped over the "How Well Do You Know XXX?" quiz. I got sucked into it as well; not of my own free will (in a way) as I never wish to be conformed to the majority. However, I did Chooi Yee's quiz and I scored badly; it can be justified though because her questions don't evaluate how much you really know a person. In the midst of our argument

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27th April 2009It was the day of my freedom; I was released from the clutches that held me for 4 gruelling months. Overwhelmed by feelings of joy, we decided to hold a celebration to commemorate our release. Not forever but a temporal release from studying. It was decided that we all need to let out the grudges we bore within us against the system we live in. And so, karaoke was the solution.How

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 My last paper for this semester is in 2 hours. Don't be misunderstood; I did not wake up early just to do some last minute revision. In fact, I did not sleep. Lately, I have been having some conversations concerning the Christian life with one of my friends. As the 3 of us sat at Sahur yesterday, again, we were at topics which revolved around this.To be honest, I'm no saint. To be honest, I'm a

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Folks, click on the image to view the conversation in enlarged mode.As promised, sis. =)P/S: Oh, just in case some of you don't get it, Damansara Perdana's where my sister stays in KL and of course, Pasir Puteh's our hometown in Ipoh. She's the first person I know who doesn't know dp stands for display picture. LOL.

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Dear Mr.W,Grace and peace be to you in abundance! I bring forth rather unpleasant tidings as I stand before you today to speak on behalf of my people and me concerning a grave matter. I am not of the complaining type but it has been getting unbearable of late. I understand from my trustworthy sources that you are going through a rather rough patch lately but I myself am going through pretty tough

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Class of 5sc1Let me slip against the current.This was bugging me so I thought I'd just blog it to get it off my mind. This will be a long one.I lay on my bed and memories flooded my mind. I started recalling all the close friends I made along the walk of life. Friends whom I've lost along the way, and friends I'm still in touch with. I began to see the pattern which friendships take on. Different

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Try reading this. My attention span in studies is short; I couldn't spend more than 5 mins reading a paragraph. I'm going back to Ipoh soon (very)! I wish to express certain things bugging me but my blog is rigged; ultimate truths about myself often have to be supressed. Today will be history; it might be the only few times I ever step foot into Dewan Makan for breakfast. I would say it was a

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This is just another one of those days where you stare at the screen and your mind goes blank.

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Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.I Corinthians 13:4-7Love defined who I am today.Though I may no longer see, hear, or feel

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jus a post 2 destress (altho ive oni spent 15 mins readin macro) n bcs i felt like updatin d blog. ntg interesting bt go ahead.im a music fanatic. i love all (if nt, most) genres. mor inclined 2 indie rock, jazz, folk, country, reggae, classical, oldies, piano pieces, instrumental, rock&roll n funk. alternativ, mainstream, hiphop, n soul r alrite. nt a big fan of punk, sentimental, techno,

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Barter is a type of trade in which goods or services are directly exchanged for other goods and/or services, without the use of money.I'll trade my...1) guitar skills for better drumming skills.2) drumming skills for better vocals.3) DotA skills for better 02jam skills.4) 02jam skills for better Guitar Hero skills.5) football skills for rugby skills.6) ping pong skills for tennis skills.7) sports

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I looked in the mirror,A reflection I see.But things don't get clearer,When who I seek is me.Sometimes I wonder,What lies beneath this facade?If it was torn asunder,Of whose image I am made?'Tis a thinly veiled life,When behind masks we hide.But if only we were to realise,That every face is far too wide.Who am I?I do not know.This question,Upon myself I bestow.Hence, I searched high and low,For

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It is with much sadness and grief that this epic tale is recalled. This happened before Wadeboyboy's betrayal of Wadeland, leaving for greener pastures, to another land faraway.It was a cool night, the skies were starry with a full moon beaming overhead. 4 Wades got together for a bachelor's night out. Wadeboyboy drove his red Ferrari and picked the remaining 3 Wades up. Little did they know, it

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I beg your pardon, I don't mean to blog with such consistency. But after an encounter with Rorschach in Watchmen, I felt compelled to write. Such truth in Rorschach's words; they were in line with the thoughts in the book "Satan & The Problem Of Evil", which I'm currently studying.For some, the movie Watchmen was a total waste of time. I, personally, felt it was a good movie, excluding the gore

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In the quiet of my 3 walls and a door, I ponder. It was the first night of Fragments, a production of PKVUM. Everything went well, except for a few technical flaws which displayed how human we all are.The last few days were exhaustive. I skipped the whole day of class today and slept till 3pm. But after so much has been said and done, the only thought I have is: What was I doing?Now it happened

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"You couldn't effect change with a song. You could only write about what was inside you. And folk music was, fat people."Jack Rollins, I'm Not There.In the 1960's, Bob Dylan sang songs of protests against the Establishment. His songs became anthems of both the civil rights movements and of those opposed to the Vietnam War. Above, was a phrase taken from the biographical film of Bob Dylan's life.

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Blue OctoberShe's My Ride HomeWe talked Together sharpening the knifeLike killing partners for a life Hey we can hide the bodies on the ride home Now here we are We're licking skin to wipe us clean Strike a match, pour gasoline Ditch the scene and watch this city burn Asleep, my life will be a pillow steering wheel turn I'll be reaching for the stars with you (honey) Who cares if no one else

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I've always maintained that I'm a moderate person, who takes moderate measures, and live with moderate decisions. But I realised now that I'm not. In fact, I'm an extremist. I can change in a matter of a few days. I take risks, I make extreme decisions. For example, at times, I feel that I can do anything, and everything, to the point I tell myself I'm "perfect". Yet, at times (like this), I feel

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Blogging comes upon me in waves. There was a period I was a blogging enthusiast. There was a period (and still having occasional periods) of blog-suicide contemplations. My soul, my spirit, speaks naught of the state in which I currently reside.Nevertheless, after spitting out fireballs of posts without much meaning, my system is cleansed. Even so, the cleansing is temporal, for as much as sense

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Once upon a time in a land unbeknownst to man, lived a breathtakingly beautiful Wade. His name is Wadefish. He was the only creature in the land that has sense, enough at least to cover the entire Wade population. Now, I believe you may be asking questions as such: What is a Wade? In a coconutshell, a Wade is basically a creature that exists. Therefore, a Mathematical equation will be as such:

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Will.I.Am:I'm S S S SorryI'm S S S SorryI Didn't Mean To Break Your HeartI Didn't Mean To Break Your HeartI'm S S S SorryI'm S S S SorryI Didn't Mean To Break YaB B B B Break It BabyLook BabyI'm A HeartbreakerI'm A HeartbreakerI'm A HeartbreakerI'm A HeartbreakerCheryl Cole:You're A HeartbreakerYou're A HeartbreakerYou're A HeartBoth:A H H H H I'm A HeartA H H H I'm a

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There exists a computer game. A game by the name, Defence of the Ancients. I am made of flesh and spirit. While my spirit is the Sentinel in the game, my flesh is the Scourge. They are constantly at war.5 heroes aside, the battle begins. Sentinel has Christianity, Will, Conscience, Family, and Friends. Scourge has Movies, Games, Computer, Sleep, and Enemies-With-Undisclosed-Identities. In me,

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It's been two long weeks, but it's finally over!Just some updates. I was actually in Malacca for about two weeks, preparing and practicing for my drama performance which was on the 28th. It was a stage drama entitled "Wish Upon A Crane" by Centre Stage Productions, in aid of the National Kidney Foundation's Children Dialysis Fund. Practice was boring as I've got nothing much to do. Most of my

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Memphis comes creeping down my backSomehow this place tastes just like an attackA hundred-yard-stare of a kissLord, I know I'll never miss itThey told me stop scouting the fieldThey told me have a look in Commercial AppealAnd start getting that hair cut sharpSometimes I think that I'll find a loveOne that's gonna change my heartI'll find it in Commercial AppealAnd then this heartache'll get

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Alright, this is 90% cut and paste work, but it's worth a read.“Man has almost constant occasion for the help of his brethren, and it is vain for him to expect it from their benevolence only. He will be more likely to prevail if he can interest their self-love in his favor, and show them that it is for their own advantage to do for him what he requires of them.It is not from the benevolence of

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Once, I thought this was beauty.As I grew up, I felt that this was beauty.Still, at one point in my life I felt that this was true beauty.At times I was almost sure that this was beauty.Then again, at times I felt that this was it.But at then end of all comtemplations, I stumbled upon a truth. The truth that man sees beauty with the heart, and not the eyes. I come to realise, how volatile beauty

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Before anything else, I just want to wish Mom,Happy Birthday!But this is not a boring birthday shoutout post, don't worry. There is so much to blog, but so little space. So many words to type, but so little time. So much thoughts, but so difficult to express. So, take a ride with me.Many of you must be wondering if Rubella killed me. Well, no. I'm alive, and probably more alive than before. Yes,

wadefishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14051327333302038176noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7196620.post-87428125774196752502008-09-11T03:44:00.014+08:002009-02-17T01:36:41.630+08:00

There are two reasons why I can only blog when it's 4.00 a.m. in the morning.a) I am nocturnal. I am inspired by the morning air.b) Due to the extremely advanced WIFI technology of my beloved UM, the connection is only stable during this hour of the day.Well, there is no clear objective or motive to this post. I am just floating about. So, if half-way down this post, you feel that it is not

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A picture speaks a thousand words. Or feelings.

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I did not get the Sime Darby scholarship.Once again, Scholarship won. To date, the score is 3-0.It's time for a reality check, bro. What's wrong with you? The answer, you are not good enough. No, not even for a simple scholarship. You had everything ready, just the funding, and you screwed it up in the interview. Don't give interview-a-phobia as a lame excuse. You sucked, and you know it.And

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For origins of The Bro Code, click on the link in the title. This would run for some time in my blog, I guess. Till I have better posts.The Bro Code Article #60 Should a Bro be near to closing with a girl, his Bro shall do anything within his means to ensure the desired outcome, up to and including the seduction of said girl’s wildly unattractive cousin / friend / mother.Many more to come, ladies

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It is manifest that the same thing cannot do two opposite things, or be in two opposite states, in the same part of it, and with reference to the same object, so that where we find these phenomena occuring, we shall know that the subjects of them are not identical, but more than one.Let us come to a still more exact understanding, lest we should chance to differ as we proceed. If it were said of

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Thank you, brothers and sisters, for all the encouragement.I value them, more than anything else.I got through the Sime Darby assessment, and I'll be going for the final interview tomorrow.Which way will I go?What will it be?Life is waiting for youIt's all messed up but we're aliveLife is waiting for youIt's all messed up but we'll surviveOur Lady Peace - Life

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I have so randomed-thoughts in my mind that I do not know how to begin.Today, I realised I am not special.Not unique, not exceptional, not remarkable.Not gifted, not talented, not wanted.Today, I don't feel belonged.Today, I don't feel loved.Today, I realised I am nobody.I have always felt the opposite about myself; maybe partly due to the comfort zone I was in, the people I was around; who made

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In social animals, the alpha male is the individual in the community to whom the others follow and defer. In some groups, the alpha males are overrepresented in the genetics of a population if they are the only ones who breed successfully.Chimpanzees show deference to the alpha of the community by ritualised gestures such as bowing, allowing the alpha to walk first in a procession, or standing

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An overview of the beautiful room I currently reside in.E316.The humble abode.The rest.The locker.The desk.The air-cond.The hermit.There. Sorry for the low quality photos. All taken with my laptop's integrated webcam.

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I am no orator.How I long to verbalize my thoughts.Often I find myself thinking, but always unable to turn thoughts into spoken words. I can only pen them down; how I wish I have the gift of an orator.Indeed, I am an unintelligible teacher.Unable to cope with verbal communication, I am left trapped in a world of ideas. Many may disagree with this statement, but free yourself from delusion; for I

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Dear all,It's been one of the longest weeks in my life, but nevertheless, I survived the orientation.Everything's fine here, the room's okay, my roomies are alright, and basically, I met many new friends. Language is a problem though because I don't speak Mandarin. Guess I have to adapt. Food's edible, though at times I have to swallow them. The orientation week sucks big time. I guess some

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Once, a friend of mine said, "Time flies like birds." The moment we heard it, many of us burst out in laughter at the queer statement. Yes, he got rather tongue-tied and brain-jammed when it was his turn to share in a group. Now, the question posed would be, why birds? Why not, "Time flies like concords"? or "Time flies like light"? Why choose an organism with limited velocity to illustrate speed

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Farewells are not sweet, no matter how near you are leaving to. Life changes. There are crossroads, intersections, in which we either meet, or part.I guess this is the time of the latter.Eliza told me, she hates all this. She wants it to go away. She wants everyone to stay. Take away my rational and my cry would be the same.I can understand how Eliza feels because nobody likes farewells. There

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Ladies and gentleman, I proudly present my first tagged post. ( Thanks to Joan )I don't care about who I'm supposed to link, tag, what rules, or what crap. I'm just bored so here are 8 random things about me.1) I love my family.Blood is thicker than water.2) I love sleeping. But the love of this sport pales in comparison to football.Makan bola, tidur bola, minum Coca-Cola.3) I love music and I'm

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I sat and pondered upon the results of the public university. It's been hellofarollercoasterride for me. 2006, God-given results, yet was stuck in Form6. They say that lightning doesn't strike twice.I guess they were wrong.Here I am, 2008. Stuck, without any scholarship offers. My innermost desire is overseas. I have everything ready, including a placement in two of the universities in UK. But I

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I once knew a girl in the years of my youthWith eyes like the summer, all beauty and truthBut in the morning I fled, left a note and it read"Someday you will be loved"I cannot pretend that I felt any regretBecause each broken heart will eventually mendAnd as the blood runs red down the needle and threadSomeday you will be lovedYou'll be loved, you'll be lovedLike you never have knownAnd the

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Alright, folks. Not exactly the best person to write posts on movies but I'm compelled to do so. For the always-surfing-the-net-and-reading-movie-posts people, don't be disappointed or disgusted with this. Just. Bear with it.*WARNING : Spoilers Ahoy*The Story1980, West Texas. In a voiceover, the local sheriff Ed Tom Bell (Tommy Lee Jones) tells of the changing times as the region becomes

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Take the cup, Netherlands. Take the cup.

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Al-kisah bermulanya pengembaraan 3 lelaki jati menuju ke gunung lagenda.Jam 2.00 petangSebermulanya, Hang Choong, Hang Chang, dan Hang Koon bersetuju untuk berjumpa di kubu yang terbiar, dikenali sebagai Kota E.Gospel, pada 06 Jun 2008. Dalam perjalanan ke kubu, Hang Choong dan Hang Koon menemui rintangan yang hebat, mengakibatkan kedua-duanya tidak menepati masa yang ditetapkan. Sementara

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A controversial issue, but nonetheless, it has to be raised.Lets read 1 Corinthians 14 before I begin.It's too long to post the whole chapter, so I hope you would've read it by now as you continue reading my post. Recently, I went for a YACF camp in Gopeng for 4 days. A whole new experience to me, opened my eyes to many things. But yet, some things I felt were compromising the biblical truths and

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There's so much nonsense surrounding the future of Berbatov at Tottenham that it's beginning to eat into his mind. Earlier in the season, Berba pledged his allegiance to Spurs. But lately, things are not the same. Berba's agent, and even Berba himself have indicated that we will not see him playing for Spurs next season. Here are some food for thought.The main reason Berba should not leave Spurs

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Another piece of nonsense at 5am.Let us join hands with WWF ( World Wide Fund for Nature ) in their conservation, research, and restoration efforts for the natural environment.How?Firstly, let me make the assumption that all of us, at one point or another in our lives, use words that are inappropriate. Here's a solution for those who find it hard to tame their tongue.I shall began.This would be a

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Daph : Have you read the latest post on your brothers' blogs?Me : Nope. But I do visit their blog. What's the latest?Daph : I'm just asking whether you read their post or not.Me : Yeah, I do browse through their blog.Daph : Latest post??Me : Er, no. What's it about?Daph : Your dad.Above was the rough conversation I had with Daph on the phone just moments ago. Immediately, I went to my brothers'

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It's been ages since I blog, I know. But the blogging feel just returned lately, what can I do? Currently : very busy applying for scholarships and universities. I so wanna go UK. The IELTS exam is a pain in the ass.Anyway, this post, is not about me. It's about my favourite club in the world : Tottenham Hotspur. I am a football fan. Over the weekend, I sat for 4 hours in front of the intelligent

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Satu, dua, tiga, go... Cintaku berikan semuaAgar kau gembira sentiasaEngkau tetap pergiPergi meninggalkanku sendiriJangan disimpan tiada rahsiaKatakan saja aku terimaEngkau tetap pergiPergi meninggalkanku sendiriChorus:Waktu duka dulu kita lalui bersamaBahagia bagaikan malam ditemani bintang terangHancur hati bila kau undurkan diriMeninggalkan akuMeninggalkan aku sendiriSenyuman manis dibawa

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From left : Momma, Colin, MeNothing much these few days. Yesterday was Colin's convocation, the main reason we are over here in Australia. It was one of those weird days, where it rained in Australia although its summer. Eddie said we were lucky to see it. Well, bro's convo was alright, not super grand, yet meekly elegant. I had a great time with Eddie's SLR camera, turning me into my bro's

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A brief synopsis of a very touching episode of Futurama : Jurassic Bark can be found here.For those who've never watched Futurama before, check it out. This episode really touched me alot, especially the ending part. Fry was wrong about Seymour. Seymour waited for him to return until the day of his death. For a moment, my heart was seized with grief and sorrow. Futurama was supposed to be a

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Woke up early in the morning, again, today. And Melbourne air is really eating up my energy. Feel so tired, and sleepy all the time. Lips are dry, and peeling like orange skin. Is it me, or is it Australia?Well, Mornington was the destination today. Started off with some cherry-picking. Interesting, because I get to eat as much cherries as I want. And mind you, not those dumb bad-tasting cherries

wadefishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14051327333302038176noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7196620.post-52218576210024812082007-12-12T22:06:00.000+08:002008-03-26T19:05:12.813+08:00

Reached here on 10/12/2007. Weather's alright. It's Camerons Plus over here. And they call this summer. Man, I'll be an ice cube if it's winter. Plane ride was fun. My first ever, and I had a great time EATING and of course, enjoying the shows.Well, my first trip after reaching Melbourne was to Phillip Islands. Went to few spots such as watching pelican feeding. Pelicans are huge birds with long,

wadefishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14051327333302038176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7196620.post-33090482441932707562007-12-07T12:47:00.000+08:002008-03-26T19:19:53.677+08:00

I never believed in the term "best friends", but as I draw near to the ending of a huge chapter in my life, I can't help but realised I'll soon be parting ways with few very significant people, who have helped me pull through in life. This post is dedicated to the 3 of you.KumaraIn 1998, a chinese-indian coalition was formed. I met Kumara in St.Michael 2. He was seated next to me in class. At

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I'm always a fan of comic strips. Here are a few I noted recently, and few I can identify myself with. Enjoy them, it takes the stress away, really.A show of hands please, for those who feel for Dilbert. I can see mine.Another comic strip which is so true to the reality in our cyberspace. Every one is faking their profile ( in a way ), to look good and appealing to the opposite sex.Last one. It's

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Yesterday was a historical moment in my life. Let the story unfolds.It all began on a Sunday, 14th October 2007. It was during the Hari Raya festive season, the 9 Gods festival ( the one where you eat pink colored turtle 'pau's ), and the school holidays. It was a rainy day, but nevertheless, Clarence the Brave-hearted sacrificed his afternoon nap for a game of captain ball in church.Well,

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30th August 2007. The eve of our 50th Merdeka celebration. The rain started pouring some time ago. I wish it'd stop - I really want to watch fireworks with Daphne. Anyways, just taking some time to blog before I get ready to go out. Here I am, in front of my computer, listening to Paper Lace's The Night Chicago Died. Somehow, this milestone that my country is reaching sparks something within.To

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Alas, our last resort, our final hope, where we thought we could speak freely, is now under scrutiny. Due to recent controversies such as Raja Petra's blog post ( http://malaysia-today.net/blog2006/ ), Namewee's rap version of Negaraku ( you can find it in Youtube ), the government has decided that new cyber laws need to be enacted in order to retain the "peace & harmony" in the country.Peace and

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A silent night. I sat watching the scouts handover. My mind ran wild with thoughts provoking the life out of me. I found myself regretting as I sat watching the handover ceremony. I missed the once in a life time chance for all these. During my period as a scout, I put scouting to the last, and other things were my priorities. I ended up not having much memories of scouting which I regret as the

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Currently :a) Finding my niche.b) Trying to finish up all the loads of work I have.c) Freaking out for tomorrow's sharing during worship.d) Discovering my favourite past-time.e) Listening to Sufjan Stevens.f) Pissed off with my voice.g) Having an interesting conversation with my long time friend.h) Trying to finish up blogging so that I can go on a dota date wid MJB.i) Rebuild my life little by

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I would say, life is choices-filled. Everyday, we have to make a choice, a decision. Whether it is right or wrong, there would be no turning back. I'm often confident, sure, and proud of all I do, including all the choices I make. But today, this confidence is broken. I no longer feel that my choices were right. In fact, I feel like every single thing I've decided before was wrong. Was the pride

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Do you find it hard at times to do what you know you should do? Or to not do what you know you shouldn't? Either one, I find it hard. For I am carnal, sold under sin. There are many things I realised I should be doing. And there are things which I realised I should stop doing. But too often, I push it to tomorrow. And too often, tomorrow never comes. I learnt a lesson lately - that if you tell

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** Take some time to read this. Great philosophy of life. **If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor

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We'll do it all, everything, on our own.We don't need anything, or anyone.If I lay here, if I just lay hereWould you lie with me, and just forget the world.I don't quite know how to say how I feelThose three words, are said too much, they're not enough.If I lay here, if I just lay hereWould you lie with me, and just forget the world.Forget what we're told, before we get too oldShow me a garden

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Lord, I come to You,Let my heart be changed, renewed,Flowing from the grace,That I've found in You.Lord, I've come to know,The weaknesses I see in me,Will be swept away,By the power of Your love.Hold me close,Let Your love surround me,Bring me near,Draw me to Your side,And as I wait,I'll rise up like the eagle,And I'll soar with You,Your Spirit leads me on,By the power of Your love.Lord, unveil

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Jealousy, turning saints into the seaSwimming through sick lullabiesChoking on your alibisBut it’s just the price I payDestiny is calling meOpen up my eager eyesCause I’m Mr.Brightside.~ makes sense to me. ~

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Fine morning,Birds were singing,Smooth sailing,They were laughing.Mutual attraction,Strong affection,Love in action,Near perfection.A sudden storm,Killed the norm,The reigning storm,Marred the form.Laughter ceased,Conversations missed,Hostility increased,In silence hissed.Nobody understands,How love transcends,Through the rain,Though in vain.~shake-ki-spear~22 September 2006** product of extreme

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For we know that the law is spiritual, but I am carnal, sold under sin. For what I am doing, I do not understand. For what I will to do, that I do not practice; but what I hate, that I do. If, then, I do what I will not to do, I agree with the law that it is good. But now, it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells in me. For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh) nothing good dwells; for

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I have nothing to write about, I have no inspiration, no, nothing. Yet, I just wanted to post something and write something out of nothing. But having nothing in my mind makes it hard for me to write something. I'm trying, so bear with me as you read this post. Somehow, life has been quite different. Form 6 wasn't what I expected it to be. It's full of surprises, pleasant, unpleasant ones.

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Aloha people! This is Bruce Lee!Bruce Lee trying out some kung-fuBruce Lee with his infamous long neck stanceHe's photogenic isn't he?Watcha!Clear view of Bruce Lee snapping at the filterObviously he's kinda angry with being caught up

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DotA : Tak NakSome would feel the excitement whenever this word is mentioned. Some would feel disgusted upon hearing it. Some (very special cases) would even feel high, so high that even their friends can feel it. Still, some would be completety against it, even to the extent of scolding others. Well, the name is none other than - DotA.Before I go any further, allow me to give you a brief (and

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I'm comin' home, I've done my time Now I've got to know what is or isn't mine If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free Then you'll know just what to do If you still want me If you still want me Oh, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree It's been three long years Do you still want me? (still want me) If I don't see a ribbon 'round the old oak tree I'll stay on the bus Forget

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Oh, well, from the title itself, this post has got something to do with joy. And before I start, joy shall be defined. According to the Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary ( apologies to Cheng Fai for plagiarizing his infamous quote ), joy is defined as a feeling of great happiness or a person/thing that causes you to feel very happy.Indeed, I'm full of joy. "Why?" would be the question in your

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People : You got a blog?Clarence : Uh..yea?People : I've seen it before.Clarence : Uh..yea?People : But how come you didn't update it ar?Clarence : Uh..hahaha..uh..yea..I'd been through this dialogue so many a times that I made it a point to do something about it. So here's a new post. Cheers ~

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I thank God, my Lord! I thank mom. I thank every single person in the world and yet not some. These are the ones that almost or could have destroyed my very future if it were not for the grace of God and some effort I made. To these people : You're excluded from my thank-list.But, don't be discouraged. You are in another list. The hate-list. No doubt my words are harsh, but who would understand

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Warning. The following story which I'm about to narrate will definitely boil your blood and burst your veins. Nah, just some hyperboule for introduction but then again, not just plain hyperboule. It contains a splinter of truth and the truth is, that was just what nearly happened to me on one Tuesday afternoon, dated 28th of February 2006.It would be a beautiful and flawless day if it were not

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Lost hair in a betThere is nothing like instances to grow hair on a bald-head argument. The words of Mark Twain echoes through my mind. The latest episode of the Police-Citizen epic was this. 1 man with a coffee shop, 10 men with mahjong : 11 men shaved bald. The whole story was as simple as this. It wasn't even one month away after the nude-squat issue was barely settled and here comes another

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The struggle got heavier. Each second seemed like forever. He wouldn't give up. Neither would I. Both of us fought intensely. I stood my ground, he stood his. After a long period of win-win situation, I mustled up all the energy I could find. I gave it all I could and I pushed. It's not working. I pushed again. Harder this time. But to my dismay, he was as solid as a rock, not even budging. It

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