And The Train Halts... Sealed With A Kiss

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 ending our relationship. You no longer satisfy my needs and reluctantly, I have to let you go. I've been seeing someone else for 2 days now and it's going great. I've found a new companion at Wordpress.

People change, all the time. And when they do, I guess there's no choice but to move on. I believe this relationship can no longer work; that both of us should deal with reality. I'm moving on to a fresher, more vibrant, and in all aspects, better environment. I guess in time, you would do too.

So, with this short letter, I hope you'd understand my actions and my decisions. I know it's painful, I know you hurt inside. But let me tell you, I hurt as much as you do. All our memories together will be left here, untouched; and they will live on for many more generations to see. I'll drop by, occasionally, just to catch up and see how you're doing; talk like the old times. It's a promise sealed with a kiss, from me to you.

With love,

Clarence Choong.

P/S: Do drop by my new place, whenever you're free. Here's the address - wengkiandthebrain.wordpress.com.

Just like every train has a destination, and eventually has to stop, Train of Thoughts has reached hers. I hereby officially announce the closure of this blog and the migration to a new blog as stated above. Till then, goodbye!

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Brian Hyland

Sealed With A Kiss

Though we gotta say goodbye for the summer

Darling, I promise you this

I'll send you all my love

Every day in a letter

Sealed with a kiss

Yes it's gonna be a cold, lonely summer

But I'll fill the emptiness

I'll send you all my dreams

Every day in a letter

Sealed with a kiss

I'll see you in the sunlight

I'll hear your voice everywhere

I'll run to tenderly hold you

But darling you won't be there

I don't wanna say goodbye for the summer

Knowing the love we'll miss

So let us take a pledge to meet in September

And seal it with a kiss

Yes it's gonna be a cold, lonely summer
But I'll fill the emptiness
I'll send you all my dreams
Every day in a letter
Sealed with a kiss

How I Discovered I Was A Mutant

14th June 2009

It 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 using the shower and at the same time, I turn on the basin tap, the volume of water that flows out from the shower head will be disrupted and reduced. It's a very basic and common theory; thus, never really caught my attention before this. However, a strange occurence this morning compelled me to record this down; in the event anything untoward happens to me.

Let's pick up from where we stopped. As I was bathing, I turned on the tap to rinse my mouth. As expected (inferred from the theory above), less water flowed out from the shower head I was holding. I carried on bathing without much notice until I decided to take a leak. I was holding the shower head while urinating when I realised the flow of water was still disrupted. I turned my head around to check if I left the tap running; strange enough, I didn't. And so, mildly surprised, I decided to put the shower head back in place. When I did that, things returned to normal. Dismissing some ridiculous ideas in my head, I concluded that the piping system was probably messed up.

The water was a little too cold in the morning. I turned the water heater on and resumed bathing. After awhile, a warm feeling enveloped my body. The joy of heater, I thought. It felt good at first but when it gradually grew warmer, I began to feel uncomfortable. Thinking it was the water, I tried adjusting the heat level - to no avail. Soon, the warmth turned into a burning sensation and I turned the shower off altogether. I began to freak out when the heat did not subside. In a moment of panic, I rushed out of the shower and managed to turn the heater off before I was barbecued alive.

I told my mom I wasn't feeling too well for church that day and locked myself in the room. In my towel, I sat and thought to myself. After one too many ideas flooded my mind, I could no longer sit and think. I plucked my courage and went into the bathroom. With one hand, I held the shower head. I turned the water on and the flow was normal. Then, I took a deep breath and started to urinate. To my horror, the flow of water was disrupted and significantly reduced. I was functioning like the basin tap! I did another experiment with the heater and achieved the expected results. I soon realised that my body hacked into every system I was in contact with and fused with it. Stunned and speechless, I walked out of the bathroom a naked man.

I do not yet know the extent of my powers in detail but what I do know is that I could no longer live in the same community anymore. I had to leave. I put some clothes on, packed my stuff, wrote a note, and left the house before my mom came home. In that note, it says:

Dear Mom,

I'm sorry to leave on such a short notice but it's a decision I have to make with a heavy heart. I'm not sure if you were aware of this or you were hiding my true origins from me all along. I found out today that I'm different from all of you and I could no longer live in a community of normal beings. If I stay, my true nature would soon be exposed and chaos would follow. I do not want to put the family at risk; most importantly, put you at risk with the authorities and the inconsiderate majority living in fear of my kind. I do not want to endanger you, mom. Time is running out. Live well.

With love,

Clarence.

And so, I walk a lonely road in search of answers, my brethren, and acceptance.

The road of a mutant.

Oh, I Actually Got Tagged? =)

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 Angel) just to get my mind off things. Exhausted, can't focus while driving and can't seem to think now.

"100" Truths
Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 100 Truths about you. At the end, choose 5 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.

I don't care bout this shit on top.

WHAT WAS YOUR :
1. Last beverage: Coke.
2. Last phone call: Wee Keng.
3. Last text message: Kin Wai.
4. Last song you listened to: Me Muero by Utada.
5. Last time you cried: Just today, in my dreams.

HAVE YOU EVER :
6. Dated someone twice: Define date?
7. Been cheated on: Guess so.
8. Kissed someone & regretted it: -
9. Lost someone special: Yes.
10. Been depressed: Rarely.
11. Been drunk and threw up: Drunk, never; threw up, yes.

LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS :
12. Black.
13. White.
14. Red.

THIS YEAR HAVE YOU : (2009)
15. Made a new friend: Yeah.
16. Fallen out of love: Love is not something you fall into and out of.
17. Laughed until you cried: No.
18. Met someone who changed you: Change always come from within.
19. Found out who your true friends were: Always knew.
20. Found out someone was talking about you: Who cares.
21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: -
22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: Unimportant.
23. How many kids do you want to have: 2 boys, 2 girls.
24. Do you have any pets: Sasha.
25. Do you want to change your name: No.
26. What did you do for your last birthday: Celebrate.
27. What time did you wake up today: 10.15 am.
28. What were you doing at midnight last night: DotA-ing.
29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: My friend to reach home now.
30. Last time you saw your Mother: 26th  May 2009.
31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Nothing.
32. What are you listening to right now: Utada.
33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: No.
34. What's getting on your nerves right now: Me being dreamy and careless.
35. Most visited webpage: Alot.
36. Whats your real name: Clarence Choong Weng Ki.
37. Nicknames: Wide range.
38. Relationship Status: Single.
39. Zodiac sign: Scorpio.
40. Male or female?: Male.
41. Elementary?: What's elementary? Don't know.
42. Middle School?: St. Michael 2, Ipoh.
43. High school/college?: St. Michael's Institution, Ipoh.
44. Hair colour: Black.
45. Long or short: Messy.
46. Height: Short.
47. Do you have a crush on someone?: Yeah, his name is Clarence.
48. What do you like about yourself?: Everything.
49. Piercings: 1.
50. Tattoos: Birth marks counted?
51. Righty or lefty: Stupid question.

FIRSTS :
52. First surgery: Stitching and stuff counted?
53. First piercing: 2008.
54. First best friend: Never had one.
55. First sport you joined: Never remembered.
56. First vacation: -
58. First pair of trainers: -

RIGHT NOW :
59. Eating: Nothing.
60. Drinking: Nothing.
61. I'm about to: Kill myself for denting my friend's car.
62. Listening to: On & On by Utada.
63. Waiting on: The world to change.

YOUR FUTURE :
64. Want kids?: Yeah.
65. Get Married?: Why not?
66. Career?: Definitely.

WHICH IS BETTER :
67. Lips or eyes: Depends on what it's used for.
68. Hugs or kisses: Kicks, punches and slaps.
69. Shorter or taller: If everyone is equal in height.
70. Older or Younger: Immortality.
71. Romantic or spontaneous: Intellectual.
72. Nice stomach or nice arms: Nice character.
73. Sensitive or loud: Charismatic introvert.
74. Hook-up or relationship: Friendship.
75. Trouble maker or hesitant: Outlaw for a cause.

HAVE YOU EVER :
76. Kissed a stranger: -
77. Drank hard liquor: Yeah.
78. Lost glasses/contacts: Broken got.
79. Sex on first date: I'm no whore.
80. Broken someone's heart: -
82. Been arrested: -
83. Turned someone down: -
84. Cried when someone died: Yeah.
85. Fallen for a friend?: -

DO YOU BELIEVE IN :
86. Yourself: Always.
87. Miracles: In a different context.
88. Love at first sight: No.
89. Heaven: Yeah.
90. Santa Claus: Screw him.
91. Kiss on the first date: -
92. Angels: Yeah.

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :
94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: No.
95. Did you sing today?: Yeah.
96. Ever cheated on somebody?: No.
97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?: Before 2001.
98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?: It would be stupid.
99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: -
100. Posting this as 100 truths?: You fail your maths if there are 100 questions.

The Conversation

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 antangonising me man? Give me some space would you?

Mr.B: Alright, sir. Your wish is my command.

(A moment of awkward silence)

Mr.B: Say, sir. Don't you feel uncomfortable keepin' them boys in for so long?

Mr.C: Oh, for Pete's sake, Mr.B! Stop with the questions already! I'm not exactly having fun here if you will understand. But we've got no choice alright?

Mr.B: Them boys are gettin' more with time if you notice, sir.

Mr.C: Yes, I understand, Mr.B. I've done what I can to reduce their growth rate. Now, if you would just leave me alone for a moment, would you?

Mr.B: Alright, alright. Your call, sir. Totally.

(Another moment of awkward silence)

Mr.B: Say, sir. You wouldn't wanna push them boys to the limit. They might just break out in a revolt and embarass you, sir.

Mr.C: I'll be an old man for that to happen.

Mr.B: You will be one day, sir.

Mr.C: Would you just shut up? I'm young, strong, and healthy right now. And I have total control. There's nothing you can do about it so quit whining.

Mr.B: Not so much of me, sir. Them boys are doin' the whining. I'm just speakin' out for them.

Mr.C: Look, I'm the one taking the bumps and I'm the one keeping them in. What are your complains?

Mr.B: Ain't no complains sir. If you would just get up...

Mr.C: Oh, for the last time, Mr.B! I told you, this is an Economy Class! Can't you understand??

Mr.B: Alright, sir. Calm down. You wouldn't want them boys to spill out.

Mr.C: If you would just be a little more cooperative here, it would help alot.

Mr.B: How so, sir?

Mr.C: Just shut up, give me a peace of mind, and I'll let the boys out in a nice place when we reach later. You'd feel better and I'd feel better. How bout that?

Mr.B: Sounds good to me, sir. We ain't got no choice anyways as you put it.

(A last moment of awkward silence)

Mr.B: Don't blame me if I can't work one day and you have to let them boys out every ten minutes when you're 60, sir.

Try holding your piss for 3 hours on a train. You bladder would start talking to you too.

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 times as well. Just for your records, it is hard to live in a harmonious relationship with you when your emotions fluctuate between two extremes. In the highly probable event that you disagree, I would like to quote an experience of my own for your kind reference. I believe today is a fairly precise example.

On a beautiful Sunday morning like today, it was cloudy. In fact, it started to rain in the eleventh hour of the day. I presume that it was due to your getting up off the wrong side of the bed. In utmost due respect and blunt honesty, I would prefer you to always get up off the wrong side because I have a personal distaste towards heat. However, as the day progressed, you felt better, again I presuppose. And so much better that eventually, the lovely day turned into naught but heatwave! Just in case you do not know, it is like living in a microwave; save the existence of a timer that indicates when the heat stops.

Being the helpless little creatures without much control that we are is the reason why I wrote this letter of appeal to you; to see if you may so willingly do something about this. But of course, considering that you are always subjected to Mr.E's conditions, we being the stewards of Mr.E, are in fact indirectly in control of the situation. This can be proven through a display of lengthy, algebraic mathemathical equations but I do not consider this course of action necessary as space and time consumption are two limiting factors that disallow me to thoroughly expound my theory. Referring back to the said issue, unfortunately, the joint effort of stewardship between man and man is known to be an irredeemable failed cause. This is precisely why this letter has to be submitted.

Therefore, in light of our plight, may you be so kind, Mr.W, as to show a little grace on your humble subjects by seeing to this issue and taking the appropriate measures of concern. This will definitely help erase the growing doubts among my people that you have become apathetic towards man and prevent our man-weather relationship from further breaking down. In the event that you fail to sympathise and emphatise with us, we will continue to pursue justice in a persistent manner. For even the unjust judge avenged the widow because of her persistency.

On a final note, in the event even our sincere persistency fail to penetrate your iron coated heart of ice, we will resort to more drastic means and violent measures to achieve our good intentions.

Sweating under shower,

Mr.C. 

A Walk To Remember

Class of 5sc1

Let 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 phases in our lives demand different people. As we move on with life, friendships move on too.

I took an elaborate step by attempting to recall all the close friends I have, starting from primary school. To my surprise, it wasn't difficult to identify them. Back in Standard 3, my close friends were Wong King Mun and Suen Whei Yeap. I still remember our obsession with comic books and drawing our own comics. I also recall the times we went to each other's house to watch Dragonball. Things changed when Whei Yeap achieved excellent results in PTS and went one year ahead of us. The bond was broken in the end. I'm no longer in contact with both of them.

Standard 4 was one of the best times in my life. This was the phase I discovered one of my closest friend, whom I'm still in constant contact with. I still remember Kumara and me being enemies at first because back then, I didn't like Indians for some unknown reason. But somehow, the teacher made us sit together in Standard 4 and so, a beautiful friendship was fostered. I still remember we had a comfortable place at the back of the class, where we plastered notes like "Clarence & Kumara's Territory" to privatize the zone. Happy times.

We move on to Standard 5. If my memories didn't get the time zones wrong, it was William in this phase. I couldn't really remember when this friendship occured but the fact that it has impacted me to a certain extent proves how important it was to me. William frequented my house, where we played computer games and football together. We also had a common interest in tortoises. In fact, he was the one who introduced raring tortoises to me. The interest has certainly lost most of its spark with time, but nevertheless, a dim glow of it appears now and then. After Form 6, we are not in contact anymore.

Then came Standard 6. I had a fairly mixed number of close friends in this phase. What I still vividly remember is the small group I had which comprised of me, Shafiq, Eddie Raj, and Stephen. This was multi-ethnic integration at its highest level. We did most of the stupid things together, like running around the old pondok, galah panjang, jengket, football with plastic bottles and collecting biji sagu. It was also a phase where bottlecaps were a trend, with batu seremban and sorts. There are so much I remember that I couldn't write it all. Totally lost touch with Shafiq after he transferred to Teknik school (or something like that). Same goes for Eddie after we moved into different classes in secondary school.

Well, I was also close to Khael and Andrew Wong. Andrew wasn't someone easy to get along with but somehow, there was a little chemistry between us. This friendship carried on right up to Form 3, as we were in the same class. Kumara was also in that class too. I still remember us going out together and sharing games like Pizza and Heroes of Might and Magic. We were also into guitars in that phase. Timothy also appeared along this phase. And together as junior prefects, we started to build a close bond together.

Timothy was in the same class in Form 4 with me. It was at this phase that I rebuilt the friendship I used to have with Stephen as well. Here, I made close friends such as Yohanand, Kok Chen, Seng Hoe, and Bernard. The crazy times in class were beyond anything that I have and will ever experience. Shit we did in Chemistry and Bio classes, during Moral lessons, plus football during PJ were priceless. I'd never trade those moments and memories for anything in the world. Recently, I've caught up with Stephen and Bernard. In touch with Timothy, Kok Chen, and Seng Hoe once in awhile. Gavin also appeared at this point. Every morning, he would walk to my house and I'd give him a ride on my bike to school. Because of that, we gradually became close and shared common interests in GTA3, The Rasmus, and the like. We also went to the same Add Maths and Physics tuition together. Again, I've yet to catch up with this friend.

Let's do some retro. Michael appeared in Standard 6. We went through ups and downs in our friendship. We went out together and also shared interest in comics and "hamsup" things. However, we fought over issues I could not positively affirm now and didn't speak for few years in secondary school. In the end, I swallowed my pride and approached him at the bus stop one day after school. We talked once more and rebuilt the shattered ruins of our friendship. It wasn't difficult; we succeeded without much effort. In contact with him, now and then.

Form 6 was great too. I was afraid I'd be lonely at first, as most of my friends were going overseas. Thank God, Yohanand, Bernard, and Kumara were all here. It was at this phase that our friendships were further strengthened. It was great to have Yohanand around, what more in prefects this time. The LTC song we wrote, jamming sessions, Sixth Form Night, ping-pong matches, CF; they were all good. Bernard was also my company when I was in LSS5 initially before I changed to art stream. Not forgetting Boon Ann, whom I met in LSS5 and gradually developed a good friendship. I will never forget watching Euro 2008 with him and eating "tong sui kai" food about 3am in the morning. Again, Kumara was around in Form 6, and we had alot of good times. He also tried to get me more into scouting but failed miserably. I just hope I do not lose these friends in years to come.

Adrian also appeared in Form 6. Surprisingly, he was one of the earliest friends I have since Standard 1. Although we were not close, I've always bullied him back then. And even now. Haha. In Form 6, the friendship was built when I changed to Arts stream. With the foundations laid long ago, and being the only few pure Michaelians in the class, it wasn't much of a problem to bond. Class hours, DotA times, songs we shared, chicks we watched, moments in tuition, and chuch activities will always be a part of me I will not erase.

Of course, not forgetting to mention, there's always the church bunch I hanged out with. The childhood friends of mine. Andrew Chun and Vincent were the closest friends I had back then. Almost all the weekends we spent together in church activities and the like; youth meetings, Sunday services, church slumbers, outreaches, our very own sleepovers and various activities. We worked together so often that there was mutual understanding between us. We knew each other's characters inside out. Andrew's in UK now, not hearing from him lately. Vincent, after going off to Nilai, was no longer so close to us. But every once in awhile, when I see him during his breaks, we find that the old is not gone. And when this group of close, childhood buddies moved on, new ones also appeared. These people are the likes of Glenn, Steven, Kian Aun and the bunch I hang out with now. Though we are close in certain ways, the friendship is still very different from the ones I've built long ago. But in time to come, they will also eventually grow to become like those; but again, I have to bear in mind that just like myself, the next phase of life is awaiting some of them.

I regret, I blame myself for not maintaining the friendships I had. As much as I try, I'm a person who lacks initiative. I find it hard to keep constant contact with people, especially if they are far off. However, I'm trying now because I do not want to let my friendships fall along the walk of life again. The few close ones I still have, I'll fight for life to keep them. So, do not be afraid, or feel weird, if I pm you often in MSN or you suddenly receive my SMS one day. It's just because I want to know how you're doing. It's just because the friendship means something to me.

And after all that has been said and done, I find myself alone right now. Yes, the few close friends I have are still close to me in certain ways, especially when we meet up. But they are scattered all over Malaysia, in fact, the world, and things are different when you don't get to see each other that often. Currently, I'm going through another phase of life. But unlike the phases of life I've passed, I'm not able to build any close friendships like I did before. Maybe (hopefully) when I look back in a few years time, I can blog about the close friends I made in university life. For now, I'm just another lonesome dude living in solitude.

And solitude is good...

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

Pinch Me

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 13:4-7


Love defined who I am today.

Though I may no longer see, hear, or feel love,

Nor love, in return;

I will always remember,

Man is possible of love;

Because you showed me,

You were that love.

Dad

26.4.1938 - 5.4.2001

Always In Loving Memory.

The Chronicles of Wadeland: His Story

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:

Wade = Existence

Therefore, none can truly say, "Look, bro. I'm no Wade. I don't belong to your stupid story.", because etched deeply inside everyone one of us, is a Wade. Now, that brings us to the next question, which would simply be: What Wade am I then? I, for one, do not yet know exactly the nature which determines one's Wade, but all I can say is, it's pretty much up to the Fish.

Back to the story.

Now, one fine and bright morning, Wadefish was taking a stroll along the river when he noticed aimless Wades sitting around the banks of the river. They were not doing anything at all; and if you know the exact definition of doing nothing, you'd pretty much get the idea that these Wades were as good as dead. Wadefish, overwhelmed with compassion for these helpless, useless Wades, immediately decided to do something. And so, he formed the Wade Clan, recruited all these Wades, and called each one of them by name. His purpose was to give them an aim in life, something which they can live and die for. And the land which they dwelt in was given the name - Wadeland.

To be continued...

Defence of the Ancients

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, Sentinel is always fighting a losing battle.

Sentinel's towers and raxes are always down, and Scourge are always inside the base, waiting outside the Fountain of Life . Most of the heroes in Sentinel are weak and their levels are low. Only Will and Conscience are weakly resisting. Most of them have no items. If they do, the items would be basic items to lengthen their survival by a few seconds. Everytime they respawn, its an almost-immediate death for them if they don't stay near the fountain enough. Any attempts of resistance will result in another tens of seconds of respawning time.

So, why is Scourge so strong in me? Why are they overwhelming? Because I have fed them, and they have farmed and grown very fat indeed. They have reached level 25. Their items are godlike. Most heroes have evasion, critical strike, cleaving damage, lifesteal and permanent stun. Given enough time and rematches, they'd probably be able to even break the Fountain of Life, one day. The Tree of Life is a goner.

What do you do then, in these situations?

I'd say, QUIT THE GAME.

I am no leaver by nature, but if certain circumstances prevail, nature may change. - The Great Clarence

Why Am I Only Able To Write Blog Posts When It's In The Odd Hours Of The Beautiful Morning.

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 making sense, or worth reading, stop reading, and blame it on the morning air.

First of all, one of the urgent issues I would like to address would be the "Wadefish" issue. Around April this year, I gave birth to a monster named "Wadefish". From that moment onwards, "Wadefish" was seen everywhere, from Garena to MSN. What really was the problem was this. Nobody could understand nor pronounce the name properly without asking me an explanation. And so, what I get is people calling me wade ( the act of walking through water or mud ) -fish. Also, I have a friend who calls me waterfish, which, literally translated to Cantonese, would be sui yue, which would mean "scapegoat" in English. Confusing, yes, but the point is this. I need to clarify this so people would stop asking the same question so many times that it plots an exponential graph.

Before I proceed, there are 3 options you can choose to go from here.

a) If you're an overly free person, read this. If you're not mentally challenged in any way, and you're able to read and think like a normal human being, I believe this post would clear the air on the etymology of "Wadefish" and the right pronounciation that comes with it. Then, after reading, you can resume playing Who Has The Biggest Brains in Facebook, or resume nudging people in MSN, and need not continue reading this post, which by now, you would have found it to be rather stupid.

b) If you're an overly busy person, but so happened to be here because you love me alot and you're concern with what's latest in my blog, but you just don't have the time to read an old post which after reading you will find that it doesn't make sense, scroll down and you will find a summary which obviously functions to sum everything up, from the etymology of "Wadefish" to the right pronounciation of it.

c) If you're crazy and you know it, do all the above. *ClapClap*


Wadefish - The Etymology
The origins of the word came during enlightenment which I achieved when I spent my time meditating on how to make the world a better place for you and me to live in, and how to promote a cause in the world and improve the moral standards of humans at the same time. The moment of revelation created this urge to lessen the usage of words considered foul, rude, rough, uncouth, discriminating and denigrating in nature and at the same time, promote the noble cause of conserving animals, working with WWF ( World Wide Fund for Nature ) in achieving this purpose.

But how can this be done? As everyone knows, the act of killing two birds with one stone is logically impossible. And English came up with this illogical metaphor just to sound impressive, but then again, it illustrates the point to the point ( no pun intended ). And so, together with the board of directors, we brain-stormed for, well, quite some time I would say ( I don't want to exaggerate it so that this would sound real ) before we eventually came up with a brilliant idea on how to pull this off. The idea was to have people around the world to participate in a conscious effort to distort words deemed "unholy" by replacing them with names of animals facing the dangers of extinction.

I chose to distort the classic, most notorious, and the mother of all "unholy" words. Now, I can barely remember what "What The F*ck" is, for "What The Fish" has completely dominated the war I wage against the terrorism of words. And so, after a little adaptation, some adjustment, and a few touch-ups, "What The Fish" evolved into the now famous but often misconstrued and mispronounced "Wadefish".


There. That's a little too long for a summary, but I guess I'll have it. Why did I start the post with "First of all" when there is no "Secondly" following? Why did I say "one of the urgent issues" when there are no other issues I wish to address in this post? And why did I even mention that there is "no clear objective or motive to this post" when obviously I made a contradicting statement in saying that I wish to clarify the "Wadefish" issue in this post? Lastly, "I am nocturnal. I am inspired by the morning air" is a paradox, I just noticed. Now, that's what we call TRIVIA, baby!

And, voila! Another masterpiece creates herself in the wee hours of the day.

I never could have written this any other time of the day.

The Bro Code

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 and gentlemen. Guess me + Yo will do some editing to Barbanas Stinson's Bro Code. Here are some extended articles, by the Great Yohanand.

Article 26
Article 53
Article 89
Article 63

Enjoy.

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 you
It's all messed up but we're alive
Life is waiting for you
It's all messed up but we'll survive

Our Lady Peace - Life

Short Titles, Long Posts Ain't Cool; Long Titles, Short Posts Are.

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 and not something more accurate, something with more velocity?

With utmost respect for my friend, I would say it doesn't make sense; and come to think of it, it was a rather stupid illustration. But then again, I often find myself referring to this metaphor when it comes to the motion of time. Why?

The truth is, birds are indeed the best epitome of time. Often, we do not notice the presence of the many birds around us, going about their day. They fly freely; often out of the boundaries of our vision and to lands unknown. And when we start to notice them, we realise that they have grown much; before they fly off again.

In the same way, often we get too caught up with life that we lose sight of time. We cease to remember that time is living, and it's moving. When our conscience hits us and time flies within the grasp of our vision again, we come upon the realization that time indeed has grown, and so have we. And then, time flies off again.

Memories are sweet, at the same time nostalgic. I wish I could stop reminiscing. Time indeed flew like birds.

This post would be around for some time folks; until I get my electronic wife to KL.

Tag & Go

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 all for polygamy. Err. In a music sense.
Five For Fighting.

4) I love movies with plots that make me think.
You shall not pass!

5) I love to think, to be deep in thought.
Great minds think alike.

6) I love sports.
This fire.

7) I love to talk.
Freedom of expression.

8) I love to be loved.
I Corinthians 13.

8 things don't sum me up.

Mixed Tape

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 have failed to get any scholarships, except for one last hope - Sime Darby. Well, that hope looks as bleak as can be. No news so far, except one mail which told me I've got the interview and I've to confirm my acceptance of it.

Lord, where?

First choice - USM, Mass Comm. They gave me UM, Econs instead. I'm not utterly disappointed, downhearted. I'm just amazed at how inefficient the whole system can be. Take a look at these two links below which Chris sent to me.

http://www.malaysia-students.com/2006/05/updates-from-stpm-upu-front.html

http://www.malaysianbar.org.my/index2.php?option=com_content&do_pdf=1&id=14956

Again, I gratefully accept things which come my way. Everything is God-given, none of it of my own. Why should I fret? Why should I complain and count my woes? Lord, just show me what are Your plans for me. I've asked and I'm asking again that if it's Your will, so be it, whatever it may be. Anywhere You say, Lord.

This is the mixed tape of my life.

The rest is still unwritten.

Clockwork Orange

Take the cup, Netherlands. Take the cup.

The Cock And Bull Story

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 tutorial on how to lessen the use of foul language and at the same time, do something for the earth, by promoting animals. Let me assume for instance, you're in an angry state due to an untrue statement your friend made about you. I would again assume that at that point, one would be tempted to say "What the F**K?" If you identify yourself in this situation, I would suggest you replace that crude word with the name of an animal. The classic would be, "What the FISH?" or "What the FOX?" or "What the FROG?" That way, not only are we able to stop ourselves from saying something BAD but at the same time, promote love for cute animals dying of extinction.

On to something milder.

For instance, you made a silly mistake. I would make the assumption that at that point, one's natural mouth reflexes would be to use the word "Shit". Well, to every problem, there is a solution. For this particular word, it can well be replaced by the word "Shrimp". Now let's take a look at a scenario. You're walking down the road when a car runs into you. In that state of agony and pain, you would still be able to curse before you die. Think about it for a second, if in that situation, you said "Oh, SHRIMP!" instead of "Oh, SHIT!" before you die. How many lives of shrimps would you have saved even though you lose yours? Now, that's the spirit of a martyr.

More controversial words.

In my professional opinion, the usage of the word "Bitch" should be encouraged BUT its usage should only be limited to reference of the male gender. This is because it would be rude, it would be crude, to refer to a lady as a "Bitch". Not only is it degrading, it's denigrating in nature. Therefore, the usage of this word should only be encouraged among the male gender as it does no harm to anyone. Instead, it would promote the love for female dogs, as they are often unwanted after giving birth. Now I would definitely disagree with the usage of the word "Bastard". So, the next time your stupid friend comes round and irritate you, call him a "Beaver" instead. This would definitely annoy him as you put him on the same level as an animal and at the same time, remind people around of the cute little beavers dying of extinction in the North-Pole.

Almost to the end.

For no particular reason, you may be tempted to say "Bloody Hell!" to someone or at something. Again, I would suggest that these words be replaced with "Birdy Hen". So, the next time after you watch a game where Tottenham thrash Manchester United 6-0, you can now say, "Birdy Hen, that game was fantastic!". Ah, wouldn't it be nice to savour your favourite team's victory over a dumb, lame club and yet not use BAD words?

The final part.

We have often heard of words like "Slut", "Whore", and "Prostitute" being used by rough, insensitive people. We, being the good citizens of earth, should always figure a way to turn the negative into something positive. For this trilogy of words, I would suggest that each be replaced by "Sloth", "Whale", and "Platypus" respectively. Wouldn't it be sweet if you tell someone "You're a SLOTH!" or "You're a WHALE!" or "You're a PLATYPUS!" ? And last but not least, the infamous Indian bad word "PUNDEK" can now be officially replaced by the word "PANDA" in moments your wrath could not be subdued, or in moments that you just feel like cursing for nothing. That way, our poor panda brothers in Taiwan can rest in peace.

It's 5.43 am. I should have slept.

"Fight for animal rights for they will be the leaders of tomorrow."
Albert Einstein

5th April 2001

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' blogs and read Colin's latest post on a person that seem so far away to me now. Dad.

12.00 am, my phone's reminder set off. As I reached for my phone, I wondered who's birthday it was. When I took it out, the reminder read "daddy". Yes, it's dad's anniversary, 5th April 2008, 7 years since he's left.

Much of who dad is has been elaborated in Colin's blog. I totally agree with all that he wrote, a precise description of most of dad's characteristics. But I myself felt compelled to post one on my own, my memories with dad.

Being the youngest, my memories with dad are different altogether. I remember the times he fetched me from school with his trademark Honda Accord and we shared sweets. Times he accompanied me to bed. Times we laughed and tickled each other. The time we fought over watching Global or WWF ( WWE now ). Times the electricity went out, and we sang Christian hymns from the blue book he printed for our family. The time he comforted me when mom didn't allow me to rare the puppy I brought home. Times he asked me to spell different words. Times he walked up and down the house, after dinner. Times I helped him pull his few strands of moustache. The time he carried me everywhere, when I had an accident and could not walk. Times he bought me my favourite comic book, Dragon Ball. Times I went to pasar malam with him. The time he bought me a remote control car when I burnt my legs. And times, so much times, that words could not say it all.

That night, I was next to him. I witnessed it all. And every time I think about that night, it hurts. It makes me stop doing whatever I am doing. I pause completely. Often, I choose not to think about it. But, you're not forgotten. Memories of you will always be in my heart.

How I miss the times when we talked and joked. But what remains now are the distant memories of the past. 7 years have gone so fast. I will be entering university soon. I have become a son you would be proud of, if you're here.

A tribute to Daddy, the greatest dad.

Regrets

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 touching handover ceremony was conducted. I regret I did not balance my time well. I regret I chose the easy way out. I regret I never really worked hard in scouts. As one of the scouters pointed, the worst thing we want in life is regret. That night, was indeed a night to remember. I learn, I hope.

I just realised, I'm in love with you. Cheers ~