If you're a fan of blood and gore (well, not really. More like a fan of the aftermath of accidents gone bad), then watch this - Click Here.
If that wasn't bad enough, then watch this:
THEY'RE ALIVE!
NO PAIN?! Hmm....
Monday, September 28, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Random Updates
A couple of weeks ago:
Sleep has left me ever since PPCM paper ended. Somehow, I can't seem to head to bed on time, or early enough to not see the sunrise.
Don't get me wrong, watching the Sun rise is actually beautiful. It gives you a moment to recompose yourself for a whole new day, with new experiences and adventures. It is like an energy restorer; like a breath of fresh air. You've got to experience it for yourself. Breath-taking moment, and nothing can come in second to it. That's why I want my funeral (Click Here to read about my funeral plans) to be held before Sun rise, because it marks a whole new beginning to my Life (or soul) and also because, when I was younger, I thought that Sun rise marked the time for all the wandering souls to head back to where they came from, after watching their loved ones tucked themselves to bed of course. Thus, I want my family and friends to watch over me for the very last Sun rise before I begin my rounds, watching over them (No, I'm not insane, suicidal or being emo.).
After sidetracking so much, back to the bit about the sleepless night. Well, I did try various ways to fall asleep. One of them was to read a book, but I got hooked on to the book (managed to finish 4 books in a week, and unsurprisingly, yelled at by mum because I wasted money buying the books as they'll be chucked in my shelves despite re-reading them) that I'd rather lose sleep to finish up the book (at least it was interesting enough for me to finish reading it).
Since that didn't work, I tried other methods like tuning in to the radio, watching t.v and surfing the net, but every interesting topic that I hear or chance upon, would have me ending up searching more about it through the net. So that didn't work either.
So I ended up every night, or rather dawn, forcing myself to fall asleep by shutting my eyes real tight, day dream or stare out my window (apparently scaring myself to sleep with 'Nenek Keropok' or anything else didn't work either) till I eventually for asleep.
Well, it did work for the first couple of days, but somehow or rather, my body got used to it, so much that I ended up staring blankly till I became hungry. Then out I'd be, in search for food.
The lack of sleep hasn't done much damage to me physically, but it sure has darkened my eye bags (amazingly darker than I'd expect my skin to go, almost rotting black. MEH)
A week ago:
The sleep issues are back. My mum says I'm going blind from all the late night surfing and reading. I think she may be right. Every time I close my eyes or go to sleep, it seems as though bright lights (almost like blinding flash lights) are flashing at(?) my eyes(And no, I wasn't staring at any bright light source whatsoever). In the day, the bright lights would disappear, but there were mini stuffs moving everywhere around me, or at least where my eyes were focusing at(like the heat you see coming from the tarmac on a hot day). Being me, I checked it up on the net, and This kind of had the answers to it, but I don't think I really understand. Heh.
A couple of days ago:
I think it was a day or two before the 'Hungry Ghost Festival' ended. All I could remember was waking up at 3am, to see the door on my wardrobe close by itself.
Now:
Sleep has finally come back to me, but I've been having bad dreams lately. Like last night, I dreamt that my house was on fire. Someone threw something into/something landed at my place and everything started burning up, even Junior. It was so real, I could feel the heat. Perspiration from the heat and panic made it worst as I watched almost charred yet very much alive Junior trying to get the flames off of him. I poured a bucket of water over him and carried his limp body to the bath tub. He looked horrible and I felt nothing but pain.
No one was at home, except him and I (worst combination in the world, if you know me well enough) and Junior. I wasted no time, trying to put out the flames which was everywhere; the curtains; the floor; the ceiling. It was as if my house was covered with kerosene and someone had torched it!
And while I was busy saving the house all he did was ask "What happen?" and "Who did it?", never lifting a finger to help, just the same as he is now in real Life. And despite being in that dream (unreal?) I felt like beating him up. I guess the hatred for him is so great that it can even appear in dreams.
The dream was so real that when I woke up, my body was all tensed and warmer than usual, as though I had been standing under the hot sun. I immediately sprang off of bed to find Junior, only to have him curiously staring at me from the end of my bed. I don't think I've ever hugged anyone or anything as much as I did to Junior immediately after that dream. Poor him, must still be wondering if I'm on drugs or not. But I just hope this never happens. I can't bear to see Junior in that state, EVER.
But this isn't the only dream that I had. I think I'm going crazy soon...
Till then.
Sleep has left me ever since PPCM paper ended. Somehow, I can't seem to head to bed on time, or early enough to not see the sunrise.
Don't get me wrong, watching the Sun rise is actually beautiful. It gives you a moment to recompose yourself for a whole new day, with new experiences and adventures. It is like an energy restorer; like a breath of fresh air. You've got to experience it for yourself. Breath-taking moment, and nothing can come in second to it. That's why I want my funeral (Click Here to read about my funeral plans) to be held before Sun rise, because it marks a whole new beginning to my Life (or soul) and also because, when I was younger, I thought that Sun rise marked the time for all the wandering souls to head back to where they came from, after watching their loved ones tucked themselves to bed of course. Thus, I want my family and friends to watch over me for the very last Sun rise before I begin my rounds, watching over them (No, I'm not insane, suicidal or being emo.).
After sidetracking so much, back to the bit about the sleepless night. Well, I did try various ways to fall asleep. One of them was to read a book, but I got hooked on to the book (managed to finish 4 books in a week, and unsurprisingly, yelled at by mum because I wasted money buying the books as they'll be chucked in my shelves despite re-reading them) that I'd rather lose sleep to finish up the book (at least it was interesting enough for me to finish reading it).
Since that didn't work, I tried other methods like tuning in to the radio, watching t.v and surfing the net, but every interesting topic that I hear or chance upon, would have me ending up searching more about it through the net. So that didn't work either.
So I ended up every night, or rather dawn, forcing myself to fall asleep by shutting my eyes real tight, day dream or stare out my window (apparently scaring myself to sleep with 'Nenek Keropok' or anything else didn't work either) till I eventually for asleep.
Well, it did work for the first couple of days, but somehow or rather, my body got used to it, so much that I ended up staring blankly till I became hungry. Then out I'd be, in search for food.
The lack of sleep hasn't done much damage to me physically, but it sure has darkened my eye bags (amazingly darker than I'd expect my skin to go, almost rotting black. MEH)
A week ago:
The sleep issues are back. My mum says I'm going blind from all the late night surfing and reading. I think she may be right. Every time I close my eyes or go to sleep, it seems as though bright lights (almost like blinding flash lights) are flashing at(?) my eyes(And no, I wasn't staring at any bright light source whatsoever). In the day, the bright lights would disappear, but there were mini stuffs moving everywhere around me, or at least where my eyes were focusing at(like the heat you see coming from the tarmac on a hot day). Being me, I checked it up on the net, and This kind of had the answers to it, but I don't think I really understand. Heh.
A couple of days ago:
I think it was a day or two before the 'Hungry Ghost Festival' ended. All I could remember was waking up at 3am, to see the door on my wardrobe close by itself.
Now:
Sleep has finally come back to me, but I've been having bad dreams lately. Like last night, I dreamt that my house was on fire. Someone threw something into/something landed at my place and everything started burning up, even Junior. It was so real, I could feel the heat. Perspiration from the heat and panic made it worst as I watched almost charred yet very much alive Junior trying to get the flames off of him. I poured a bucket of water over him and carried his limp body to the bath tub. He looked horrible and I felt nothing but pain.
No one was at home, except him and I (worst combination in the world, if you know me well enough) and Junior. I wasted no time, trying to put out the flames which was everywhere; the curtains; the floor; the ceiling. It was as if my house was covered with kerosene and someone had torched it!
And while I was busy saving the house all he did was ask "What happen?" and "Who did it?", never lifting a finger to help, just the same as he is now in real Life. And despite being in that dream (unreal?) I felt like beating him up. I guess the hatred for him is so great that it can even appear in dreams.
The dream was so real that when I woke up, my body was all tensed and warmer than usual, as though I had been standing under the hot sun. I immediately sprang off of bed to find Junior, only to have him curiously staring at me from the end of my bed. I don't think I've ever hugged anyone or anything as much as I did to Junior immediately after that dream. Poor him, must still be wondering if I'm on drugs or not. But I just hope this never happens. I can't bear to see Junior in that state, EVER.
But this isn't the only dream that I had. I think I'm going crazy soon...
Till then.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Awkward
Every year, around this time, I feel like a little mouse(it's just an example) that is lost in the huge world. It seems as though this month has estranged me from the world, from people especially. I feel all self-conscious and quiver at the sight of someone trying to fathom my motives whenever I was in a shop.
Okay, so maybe all that was an exaggeration, but I do feel nervous whenever the thought of having to leave home to get stuff invades my mind. Why feel nervous only during this time? Well, in case you guys didn't know, 'this time' actually refers to the fasting month, or rather Ramadhan.
It's uncomfortable whenever the fasting month comes around. You see, I'm not a Muslim nor do I fast, but I do look like one (fortunately or unfortunately. In this case, slightly towards the latter). Don't get me wrong, I'm no racist, nor do I have an issue with the Muslim community or any sort. I just have an issue with all the assuming that going on, and being accused of something that I'm not.
I don't want to sound all negative (and I'm not accusing all Muslims to being judgmental) but I'm really sick and tired of being stared at, as though I'm a spawn of Satan, whenever I go into MacDonald's to buy myself an ice cream sundae.
I bet most of you would go "Aiyah, just eat lah. Care for what... You not Malay, so no need to worry about eating in public".
Well, apparently, that's where you're wrong. When I tried to heed that advice a couple of years ago, I was smacked by an old lady with her umbrella for eating ice cream at a bus-stop. Despite the many attempts to explain that I was not a Muslim, all I got back was a nasty glare by those at the bus stop, and a few curses from the old lady. Being hit for nothing when I'm the innocent party.
And then there were the countless times where annoyed staffs decided to confront or rather interrogate me as to why I'm not fasting and still had the nerve to order food in public. Not only would I get bad service, but they'd also shake their heads as they dismiss my reason as a lame excuse.
I can't eat, drink or buy food whenever it's not time for break fast. I don't intend on hanging my I.C around my neck wherever I go, but I don't think it's fair for people like me to be held back from ordering food just because we look like a Muslim.
Stop assuming and go live your own life.
Okay, so maybe all that was an exaggeration, but I do feel nervous whenever the thought of having to leave home to get stuff invades my mind. Why feel nervous only during this time? Well, in case you guys didn't know, 'this time' actually refers to the fasting month, or rather Ramadhan.
It's uncomfortable whenever the fasting month comes around. You see, I'm not a Muslim nor do I fast, but I do look like one (fortunately or unfortunately. In this case, slightly towards the latter). Don't get me wrong, I'm no racist, nor do I have an issue with the Muslim community or any sort. I just have an issue with all the assuming that going on, and being accused of something that I'm not.
I don't want to sound all negative (and I'm not accusing all Muslims to being judgmental) but I'm really sick and tired of being stared at, as though I'm a spawn of Satan, whenever I go into MacDonald's to buy myself an ice cream sundae.
I bet most of you would go "Aiyah, just eat lah. Care for what... You not Malay, so no need to worry about eating in public".
Well, apparently, that's where you're wrong. When I tried to heed that advice a couple of years ago, I was smacked by an old lady with her umbrella for eating ice cream at a bus-stop. Despite the many attempts to explain that I was not a Muslim, all I got back was a nasty glare by those at the bus stop, and a few curses from the old lady. Being hit for nothing when I'm the innocent party.
And then there were the countless times where annoyed staffs decided to confront or rather interrogate me as to why I'm not fasting and still had the nerve to order food in public. Not only would I get bad service, but they'd also shake their heads as they dismiss my reason as a lame excuse.
I can't eat, drink or buy food whenever it's not time for break fast. I don't intend on hanging my I.C around my neck wherever I go, but I don't think it's fair for people like me to be held back from ordering food just because we look like a Muslim.
Stop assuming and go live your own life.
A.S.A.P
People at my age are often labeled as 'the generation who is much close to technology than to their parents'. But if you take a step close to look, are we really the tech-savvy generation?
Well, some of us may be. It has almost become a normal routine for us to check our Facebook for updates, Twitter for new tweets, gossip blogs, email, and Youtube so much we have to be reminded to eat our meals instead of the other way round. We get the latest information (much faster than the news) and we are definitely one of the first few to begin sharing them. But then, amidst this tech-savvy generation, lie a few hidden souls and I am one of them.
What exactly am I saying? Well, I am one of the very few in this generation that know nuts about technology. And of all the types of gadgets that I've been dealing with, the simple SMS or text messaging is my one true nemesis. Now it may seem simple to you, but the simple SMS or text messaging from my friends can sometimes leave me in a state of bewilderment.
I am rather 'old-fashion' when it comes to text messaging and would prefer to ignore a text full of short forms than to reply it.
I knew that short forms were becoming 'cool', and never had it cross my mind that I'll need it during lectures (lecturer talk so fast, write one word, she finish lecture already man... but keep writing short form then later don't know how to spell properly), but still I choose to write in full complete words rather than cut them down.
But all this isn't really about whether to make it short form or complete. Over the years, I've come to realize that the short forms are getting even shorter! It seems as though it has become some Da Vinci Code now. Insane!
Anyways, check out this video. Apparently, I'm not the only one who's messed up about text messaging!
A.S.A.P = Ah ma Say Ask ah Pa
I think my mum is going to start using that now!
Till then
Well, some of us may be. It has almost become a normal routine for us to check our Facebook for updates, Twitter for new tweets, gossip blogs, email, and Youtube so much we have to be reminded to eat our meals instead of the other way round. We get the latest information (much faster than the news) and we are definitely one of the first few to begin sharing them. But then, amidst this tech-savvy generation, lie a few hidden souls and I am one of them.
What exactly am I saying? Well, I am one of the very few in this generation that know nuts about technology. And of all the types of gadgets that I've been dealing with, the simple SMS or text messaging is my one true nemesis. Now it may seem simple to you, but the simple SMS or text messaging from my friends can sometimes leave me in a state of bewilderment.
I am rather 'old-fashion' when it comes to text messaging and would prefer to ignore a text full of short forms than to reply it.
I knew that short forms were becoming 'cool', and never had it cross my mind that I'll need it during lectures (lecturer talk so fast, write one word, she finish lecture already man... but keep writing short form then later don't know how to spell properly), but still I choose to write in full complete words rather than cut them down.
But all this isn't really about whether to make it short form or complete. Over the years, I've come to realize that the short forms are getting even shorter! It seems as though it has become some Da Vinci Code now. Insane!
Anyways, check out this video. Apparently, I'm not the only one who's messed up about text messaging!
A.S.A.P = Ah ma Say Ask ah Pa
I think my mum is going to start using that now!
Till then
Saturday, September 12, 2009
To those who publish their quizzes on Facebook
We all know how popular Facebook is. It not only allows us to connect with our long lost friends, but it also allows my Dad and the entire family generation to add me so that they can check on me and the kind of language or topics that I share on Facebook.
However, Facebook has become more popular for its quizzes. When I realized that there was an ongoing trend of people flooding my homepage with results from quizzes, I gave up.
No one really cares how hot you are, how long your penis should be or how sexy you are. It's this people who gladly post their results, that need assurance of how sexy/hot you are because you already knew that you were not hot/sexy in the first place. Technology screwed your mind BADLY...
No one also cares if your soulmate starts with M or J or S. I bet you redid the quiz over and over again to get the results you wanted just so that you could prove to people that you and Michael/Jane/Stupid are SO PERFECT to be together forever and ever.
And no one really cares if you have 1% chance or whatever percentage to date the girls/guys from some Korean band, or even Megan Fox. Reality check, it just shows how desperate you are, and how you can rank yourself in a higher status than your friends who got worst results. That's just lame.
Lastly, to those who uses the "All my friends" application and even take the hassle to tag every friend involved. Please stop. I don't give a shit if the computer thinks I'm poor, ugly or agreeable. Stop playing God for a minute and come back to Earth. No one cares of what you think or what that stupid application 'classify' me as, unless your friends are just like you.
What do I mean by 'just like you'. Well, if you're one of them who has been flooding your friends' Facebook news feed and honestly think that it's no harm, then you're wrong. What's bad is that you don't even realize that the reason why you're doing all these in the first place is to prove something to everyone else. But seriously, no one's bothered.
Catherine Tate!
However, Facebook has become more popular for its quizzes. When I realized that there was an ongoing trend of people flooding my homepage with results from quizzes, I gave up.
No one really cares how hot you are, how long your penis should be or how sexy you are. It's this people who gladly post their results, that need assurance of how sexy/hot you are because you already knew that you were not hot/sexy in the first place. Technology screwed your mind BADLY...
No one also cares if your soulmate starts with M or J or S. I bet you redid the quiz over and over again to get the results you wanted just so that you could prove to people that you and Michael/Jane/Stupid are SO PERFECT to be together forever and ever.
And no one really cares if you have 1% chance or whatever percentage to date the girls/guys from some Korean band, or even Megan Fox. Reality check, it just shows how desperate you are, and how you can rank yourself in a higher status than your friends who got worst results. That's just lame.
Lastly, to those who uses the "All my friends" application and even take the hassle to tag every friend involved. Please stop. I don't give a shit if the computer thinks I'm poor, ugly or agreeable. Stop playing God for a minute and come back to Earth. No one cares of what you think or what that stupid application 'classify' me as, unless your friends are just like you.
What do I mean by 'just like you'. Well, if you're one of them who has been flooding your friends' Facebook news feed and honestly think that it's no harm, then you're wrong. What's bad is that you don't even realize that the reason why you're doing all these in the first place is to prove something to everyone else. But seriously, no one's bothered.
Catherine Tate!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Sungha Jung
I love Youtube and I don't think I can ever get enough of it. An IT project got me to sign up as a user and since then, I've been subscribing to channels after channels after channels (you should get what I mean by now).
And one of the most recent channel that I've subscribed to, is by a 13 year old Korean teenagers, who uploads videos of himself while performing songs using 'Fingerstyle'.
Sungha Jung never seems to utter a single word in his videos yet with his acoustic guitar, he is able to make the songs come to life with the quick yet smooth rhythm of his fingers that simple shows how effortless he does it.
I bet you have no idea as to what I just said, so just take a look at these videos and you'll see why I'm amazed at his talents.
Two of my favourites:
More Than Words - Extreme
And one of the most recent channel that I've subscribed to, is by a 13 year old Korean teenagers, who uploads videos of himself while performing songs using 'Fingerstyle'.
Sungha Jung never seems to utter a single word in his videos yet with his acoustic guitar, he is able to make the songs come to life with the quick yet smooth rhythm of his fingers that simple shows how effortless he does it.
I bet you have no idea as to what I just said, so just take a look at these videos and you'll see why I'm amazed at his talents.
Two of my favourites:
Hotel California - Eagles
More Than Words - Extreme
What's so special about 'Fingerstyle' (to me) is that it allows the person to play the entire song, including the part that is usually sung. It also makes it seem as though 2 or 3 persons are strumming the guitar when in fact, it is only him alone. It is no easy task in learning the 'Fingerstyle' technique but you can Click Here to enter Ulli Boegershausen's channel as he had a tab of uploaded videos that teach the basics of 'Fingerstyle'. I've seen some of his videos as well, and he's just as awesome as Sungha Jung.
Two of my favourites:
One of Us
Now I wanna' learn to play the guitar too!
Till then
Two of my favourites:
Besame Mucho
One of Us
Or you can Click Here to get to Sungha Jung's channel to watch more of his videos!
Now I wanna' learn to play the guitar too!
Till then
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Random Update
I can't seem to find the 'brain blast' to continue with all the posts that I have saved in my drafts. The past few days of holidays have been pretty boring as I haven't find the right 'momentum' to pace all the activities that I've planned. The weather doesn't really seem well enough for a good time under the sun, but it sure gives my 'kite flying' and 'cooping up in bed to read' activities a chance.
Yesterday was pretty much the highlights for the past week. Most of us weren't really 'feeling' it for Teacher's Day, but I managed to meet up with the clan and Leonard (apologies to Aainaa and gang for leaving them half way) and we did nothing but talk about our pasts. Three words: Disgusting, Sadistic, Hilarious. I'll elaborate more if I'm in the right mind.
Other than that, I haven't really been doing much. No cancel that. Been thinking of a lot of things lately. Rachael thinks I've gone emo, my mum thinks I need help or at least to find something to get my mind off all these thinking and I think I just need to sink deep for awhile before continuing Life.
What the heck am I talking about? I don't really know either. Everything's jumbled up and I'm still in search for the answer.
Till then.
Yesterday was pretty much the highlights for the past week. Most of us weren't really 'feeling' it for Teacher's Day, but I managed to meet up with the clan and Leonard (apologies to Aainaa and gang for leaving them half way) and we did nothing but talk about our pasts. Three words: Disgusting, Sadistic, Hilarious. I'll elaborate more if I'm in the right mind.
Other than that, I haven't really been doing much. No cancel that. Been thinking of a lot of things lately. Rachael thinks I've gone emo, my mum thinks I need help or at least to find something to get my mind off all these thinking and I think I just need to sink deep for awhile before continuing Life.
What the heck am I talking about? I don't really know either. Everything's jumbled up and I'm still in search for the answer.
Till then.
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