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- Albert

Time in: 1754 hours
Current weather: Rain
Current emotions: Cheerful, alert and ready to help

Ladies and gentlemen, although at this time, it is the perfect moment to sleep, I choose this moment to address some important issues here, personal and general issues.

To Joe, whom I treat as a brother, I wish him well and that he will be able to settle his heavy-duty life issue as soon as possible. Nevertheless, I say take your time, Joe, but keep praying, and He will help. In moments like this, Joe, have the assurance that you have at least me to back you up (not forgetting the others) when the need arises. If it troubles you too much, hold it in your heart no longer. There are ears ready to listen.

To our dear Comrade 'General' Cripple Albert, you are an inspiration to us all. Your show of great strength and faith melts many hearts, and you continue to feel very much blessed. You are indeed very blessed to have such a great family (your parents and sister) and great friends such as Jaspreet. I wish you well in your studies.

To our dear Admin Maverick aka Jared, you have been a kind listener and you make friends pretty much easily. Of course, we have had our share of good and bad times, but all in all, it has been quite a wonderful experience. Your cheerfulness never ceases to amaze me and your intelligence... bah! Need I say more? (This guy can get a GPA of 4.00 without much studying! LOL)

To my ex-classmate Timothy Wong, I do appreciate those days in Form 4 and Form 5 with you. I had only wished that I could get to know you much, much better. And whenever I'm in doubt with issues regarding spiritual life, you have constantly given me enough information to work with. Now that you are in the United States, I wish you all the best there. Let me tell you that I find Tim the most patient person I've ever met.

And to ex-classmate Khael (Fusion16), you joker. You left your hair grew in another type of hairstyle that I could not recognise you from afar! I was indeed rather lost for words as to who the person was when you called my name in the Chancellor Hall. Anyway, you're still the cool guy that you are and I encourage you to keep it up! And write more here, yeah?

Jaspreet (Kwatra), my man! Boy, you sure cracked us up a lot during Albert's party. Never knew that you were 'Stitch' to the life till you demonstrated it. You are indeed a very kind friend, and I feel blessed to know of a person like you. You don't see reaching out to people as an obligation or volunteer work, but rather I think you do it because of your heart, your sincerity, and that's what makes you such a wonderful person that you are.

To my roommate Brian (Gungrave1988), it's indeed a blessing for me that we've been able to be together as roommates for all these while without any conflicts, problems, etc. We have even been able to confide in each other and we do spend time together having fun, etc. I have always wanted to get to know you and now that the chance has come, I'm happy to have done so.

To Hui Wen (thwen or huiwen7), you're indeed talented with your camera. Seriously, I could hardly take any still images (that require flash) without the flash because they will be blurry. But now that you're facing some problems posting here and some problems taking pictures, I hope that you will be cured of your problem quickly and make a come back. We would, indeed, like to see you back in action here. I offer you my best wishes.

Ah, then there's Esther. How have you been? You seemed rather stressed before this but I suppose now you're much relaxing, huh? I haven't got the chance to really know you but it's been quite great being able to communicate with each other through Windows Live Messenger and the like. And now that you are part of the team in RANDTS, I hope the opportunity for us to get to know each other better will come.

Ah, Calvyn (Master Chief)! You're as tall as your brother (or taller?) now, aren't you? How are your studies going now? I hope no stress? You have been a very benign person that I have known and I'd like you to keep up the good work!

As for Jasmine (jasminerajah), Melanie, Siti (TOTallyTOT), Wen Li and Yi Wei, I am sorry that I could not really get to know all of you better. Much as I like to have conversations with you through Windows Live Messenger, the connection here in UTP does not allow me to do so very much. Yet, I believe that soon when we do have a RANDSTers gathering, allow me the opportunity to get to know all of you. As for now, I wish you all the best in your endeavours.

As for me, I am in need of nothing but one or two. I am taking things easy now as people have asked me to. I try not to think too much and yes, I have not thought too much so far. Why should I worry so much in the first place? I believe that even when there are tests (be it academic or spiritual ones) and challenges, I have to brace myself and put up my courafe to face them rather than escaping or running away from them. I don't think I can run away from them either. They can outrun me quite easily.

With this, I retreat for a moment.

Time out: 1839 hours
Current weather: Rain
Current emotions: Still cheerful, alert and ready to help
Current request: Need some time alone (prayer)

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Musical Musings

» I find [music] more desirable than awkward silences or thunderous cacophonies.

It’s almost 5am Saturday morning, and Joe’s serenading me with his guitar. He’s playing a medley of melodies ranging from the melancholic to the mellow. He seems engrossed in being totally random about it all.

I wonder what’s going through his mind as I type this. I wonder if he’s been trying to tell me something all this while. Maybe I’m just too tired - or thick - to notice. Or maybe he’s just playing coy; jual mahal, they call it in Malay. Who knows for sure? For now, at least, I’m just content to listen to him play, sitting by his side.

I wish I’d been more musically-inclined when I was young. I envy the way he strums on his guitar almost nonchalantly, digits flying across the chords. I can only imagine my own hands do the same. “I used to practice three hours a day,” Joe says, reading my draft awhile before lying back on his bed, plucking the strings and making wonderful music again.

How different would I be if I had learned to play some sort of instrument back then? Right now I can only appreciate music in the commonest, simplest sense - the most I can do is interpret the underlying themes and meanings from song lyrics. I don’t really have an ear for music: I can’t read notes, can barely tell one tune apart from another, can’t carry a tune of my own (with instruments), and can’t compose works of my own.

But I love music nonetheless. I find it more desirable than awkward silences or thunderous cacophonies, and I definitely wouldn’t enjoy life as much as I do today without some form of music or other.

Speaking of which, I’ve not heard Buddhist scriptures for a long time. I miss the soothing contemplative sounds of scripture music…

Anyway, I’ve always thought - and still do - that music is food for the soul. ‘You are what you eat’, they say; hence those who listen to music are more likely to ‘get in the mood’ of the particular song they’re listening to at the time. Christian music is upbeat and catchy, glorifying the good of the Almighty, and their immense faith in His grace. Emo music draws you into the storms of your soul and spirit.

But some of my favorites are Maksim Mrvica’s orchestral tunes: they always convey many, many emotions, from joy and sorrow, to anger and calm. Strange how his music reconciles seemingly opposite emotions then intertwines them to create deep, moving songs. His works never fail to stir me, and I listen to them every chance I get.

If music is really food for the soul - some people I know are very, very hungry indeed. They probably have never eaten for the whole of their lives. I wonder how I could reach out to these friends of mine. Music helps quite a bit, I find. Maybe they could use a little help of their own.

~verus rara avis~

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Violence against women is a despicable crime.

Victim of violence against women, Guatemala. Probably the woman was thrown out an apartment window by her husband, plunging to her death. It seems that her skull has shattered. Photo credits: Walter Astrada, Argentina/World Picture Network.

What do you think about violence against women?

~multum in parvo~

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I'm back!
Sorry.. Been busy with exams and stupid Streamyx got problem.

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"Bear in mind that STPM is internationally recognised while matriculation programmes are not generally recognised outside Malaysia."

I submit that every astute student and parent with teenage children in Malaysia knows that Matriculation is behind STPM in terms quality. In this article, the astute, articulate and honourable Prof Datuk Dr Zainal Abidin Ahmad spews deceiving statements.

According to the Education Ministry’s Matriculation Division director Prof Datuk Dr Zainal Abidin Ahmad, results for the matriculation students will only be out in April but based on last year’s performance, he expects a high number of top scorers.

He stresses that contrary to common perception, matriculation programmes are equal to STPM in standard and quality.

“The exam papers are written by the same people that write STPM papers. The marking system is also rigorous with a three-tier process that includes external markers, usually the same ones as STPM,” he says.

The main difference is the structure of the programme, he explains:

“Matriculation is modular, which means that students do a few modules per semester, at the end of which students are tested. In the next semester, they do new modules.

For STPM, students study for about a year and a half and sit for a big examination at the end of it. STPM may be harder to do, but that does not mean that it is better.”

An academic from the UPM medical faculty shares that he finds STPM holders cope better in their studies.

UKM’s medical faculty dean, Prof Datuk Dr Lokman Saim, however, says that according to a study done by his faculty, there is no difference between the achievements of matriculation and STPM holders in UKM’s medicine programme. “What many students don’t realise is that having a CGPA 4.0 does not make a good doctor,” he adds.

The ministry's matriculation programmes do not only feed into public universities, but also private colleges and overseas programmes.

It is being increasingly accepted by foreign universities, notes Dr Zainal Abidin, and the division is also working towards agreements with more foreign universities. More importantly, he adds, matriculation programmes have become the choice programme for many SPM holders. “Last year, we received 25,000 applications for 20,000 places, including for the 10% non-bumiputra places. We had 1,800 straight-A students of all races entering the programme last year,” he says.

The honourable Datuk gets his statements eloquently rebutted and sometimes turned against him by the brilliant Penangnite, Jason Tan writing to The Star. Here are the main reasons why Datuk's statements that Matriculation programmmes are equal to STPM in standard and quality is just wrong quoted from Jason (the words in brackets are mine).

  1. "Matriculation students do their Pre-U course in a year or less, while Form 6 students have to undergo 1.5 years of study." (My experience and many of my friends' experiences is shorter courses are usually not as good as long courses. Why does KYUEM produce world class undergraduates? Because they offer 2 year A-Level courses not 9 month South Australian Matriculation courses. The longer you study the more you learn!)
  2. "Another point is that matriculation programmes are modular, and examinations conducted in semesters, which means matriculation students will only have to focus on several topics in that particular semester. STPM students on the other hand have one major exam." (People could prove Jason's point by sitting for all their Degree exams in one exam period. You will see that only the best of the best survives.)
  3. "Why doesn’t the Government standardise the exam and make it compulsory for matriculation and Form 6 students to sit for the same exam?" (I wonder what will happen if we give Matriculation students a shock suprise by forcing them to sit for the STPM.)
  4. "Bear in mind that STPM is internationally recognised while matriculation programmes are not generally recognised outside Malaysia." (I submit that STPM is accepted for entry into the University of New South Wales, King's College (University of London), the KDU Oxford Brookes Law Twinning Programme, even my course, theUnivesity of London external LLB doesn't accept Matriculation, etc. Tell me which course is better!)
I pray that yiwei, jasmine and everybody born after 1989 don't have to suffer through STPM and be discriminated when applying for a place in university while seeing Matriculation students being favoured. As for you Melanie and everybody taking STPM I pray that God gives you the strength to face unfair discrimination.

P.S: " It (Matriculation) is being increasingly accepted by foreign universities," notes our honourable Datuk. Does he mean universities in Uganda (A backwater African country.), Burma (Any university here is a farce as long as the military junta in power.), Bangladesh (Legendary for producing bogus graduates, especially doctors.), Pakistan (A tribal cowboy country.) and Iraq (Universities here have credibility, but I wonder who studies there. Saddam Hussein even studied in Cairo.)?

Thanks tony p for inspiration.

~multum in parvo~

(Images courtesy of Paper Napkin)

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Is Malaysia populated by selfish ignorants and fools? If statistics from this article are not deceiving then I submit that the answer is yes.

90% of 991 calls are crank calls! Malaysians have reached an appalling low! Their actions actually borders the criminal as lives can be lost when legitimate calls are drowned out. Do you know how ill equipped this hotline centres are? I tried calling when there was a fire in my neighbour's house and the line was engaged. Imagine if there were people roasting inside.

There also have been cases of little kurang ajar kids calling for fire engines when there was no fire. Here we should fine their parents. Were they teaching their kids to be little rascals? I'm sure there are also many bored adult imbeciles who call 991 for amusement. Altogether I really, really wonder why people are like that. Don't these monkeys know that people could die because of their stupidity?

Look at it this way, apathy has taken over society. Public services are meant to be abused. The world is all about me, myself and I. Education doesn't seem to be the issue here. Nobody would first learn that 991 as a number for amusement. 90% of callers cannot have such shallow minds to call 991 being ignorant of its purpose. At least 30% of people can reason like me. Yet the refuse and rather act like imbeciles a make crank calls to the bomba.

One of the few solution seems to be to fine crank callers heavily. I suggest a RM1000 fine. The people must be severely reprimanded too. Then we can also jail pranksters who indirectly cause harm. Next we must have an explicitly graphic advertisement campaign to scare educate the public.

I hope nobody who reads this makes prank calls to the firemen. All views on this third class mentality are welcomed.

(Images courtesy of Paper Napkin)

~multum in parvo~

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The tragic image of 13-year-old Omayra Sanchez trapped in debris caused by a mudslide following the eruption of a volcano in Colombia in 1985. Red Cross rescue workers had apparently repeatedly appealed to the government for a pump to lower the water level and for other help to free the girl. Finally rescuers gave up and spent their remaining time with her, comforting her and praying with her. She died of exposure after about 60 hours.

Photo credits: Frank Fournier (pictured below)

Click here to read about Frank's story of Omayra. May you rest in peace Omayra.

~multum in parvo~

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Here is the story of a pompous young man who challenged faith. One day a holy man came to take up the challenge… Here is their story.

Young man: Who are you? Can you answer my questions?

Holy man: I am one of God willing; I will be able to answer your questions.
Young man: Are you sure? A lot of Professors and experts were not able to answer my questions.

Holy man: I will try my best, with the help of God.
Young Man: I have 3 questions:

1. Does God exist? If so, show me His shape.

2. What is fate?

3. If the Devil was created from fire, then why at the end he will be thrown to hell that is also created from fire. It certainly will not hurt him at all, since the Devil is also of fire. Did God not think of it this far?

Suddenly, the holy man slapped the young man's face very hard.

The young man, reeling from the force of the slap retorts…

Young Man: Why do you get angry at me?

Holy man: I am not angry. The slap is my answer to your three questions.

Young Man: I really don't understand.

Holy man: How do you feel after I slapped you?

Young Man: Of course, I felt the pain.

Holy man: So do you believe that pain exists?

Young Man: Yes.

Holy man: Show me the shape of the pain!

Young Man: I cannot.

Holy man: That is my first answer. All of us feel God's existence without being able to see His shape... Last night, did you dream that you will be slapped by me?

Young Man: No.

Holy man: Did you ever think that you will get a slap from me, today?

Young Man: No.

Holy man: That is fate… My second answer. Now, my hand that I used to slap you, what is it created from?

Young Man: It is created from flesh.

Holy man: How about your face, what is it created from?

Young Man: Flesh.

Holy man: How do you feel after I slapped you?

Young Man: In pain.

Holy man: That's it... this is my third answer, Even though Devil hell were created from the fire, if God wants, God willing he can make Hell a very painful place for the Devil.

So what do you guys think? Maybe there is something to all this God stuff huh? ;P!

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Hi guys, I really haven't post anything in along time. I sort of got in the mood to post something due to the words by comrade cripple {Thanks a lot} Well guess I'll talk a little bit of my life & myself.

My name is Brian Woon Thean Boon. People usual call me Brian or sometimes Brain {Don't ask me how i got it, I'm not a genius} I'm your average 19 year old, nothing special or out of the ordinary. I'm the sort of guy a person would normally avoid talking because I usually stay quiet. I had a usual primary & secondary school life. {God, I miss those days! (T__T)} Now I'm in university, where life is a little different that my previous one. I never had a girlfriend {Not that I'm desperate or anything!!?!} or done anything that I would call against the law. {except maybe having a drink or two but I'm good}

I haven't really experience much in life like Jasmine {I'm just guess you had a lot of experience, just guessing...} or the knowledge of the world like the rest. I don't have a lot of ideas like comrade cripple {Look at the amount of post you did!!! Really salute you} or a blog of my own. I am not ashame to admit that I like to watch funny,romance & family movies.{like The Mask, My Best Friend's Wedding, The Holiday or Accepted} I hate watching horror movies. They give me nightmares & fears {ever since I watched the movie "IT" by Stephen King, I creep out when I see CLOWNS!!!} I also hate people who smoke. When ever I see someone smoke, I will walk away. I will be really pissed if I see them throwing their cigarettes without putting out the light. I would step on the cigarette until it becomes a pile of dust on the floor. {I really hate smokers so WATCH OUT!}

I always try my best to fit in with everyone but sometimes I feel lost at times. I feel like whatever I do something, it just doesn't feel right...I feel like I'm just floating around trying to find a place to land. People say you should share problems with your friends but is it that easy? I feel like if I said about my problems, people will look down on me & think that I'm strange. Most people say that my face expression doesn't show how I really feel inside. They say that my face always reflects a person who has no worries & completely relax. {Its not like I wanted to have an expression like that!!!}

But right now I realize that people around me have the same problems as I do. I can't be egoistic & think that I'm the one with all the problems. I've got to open myself to everyone although sometimes I find it difficult to do it. That's how I'm feeling now. So to those who might be feeling how I feel right now, I just want to say that your not alone & we should do our best to get through this & break free from this slump.I'll do my best to become a better person day by day even if its just a little. Looks like the rains stopped.Well I wish everyone a good night & sweet dreams.

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A 2004 sandstorm in Chad. May the maelstrom of thoughts swell up in your mind to all you guys suffering from writer's block especially Rebel, Bohemian and our camera girl. I'll get a vaccine for lost of passion soon. XD

~multum in parvo~

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Apologies for the long absence. The Bohemian returns just to write a post about how pissed off and how occupied he has been lately. Well, I just haven't been able to find anything to write about lately; neither do I want to be posting up anything that is second-rate.

Assignments, tests, quizzes and lengthy reports to hand up in the space a of a week of 5 days. Week in, week out you find yourself getting up at 7.00 a.m. just to get ready for a lecture so far away from your room. There is no time to be feeling stressed out. For the moment you groan about the massive workload piled up on you, another fresh load comes in. Ladies and germs gentlemen, this is the life of an undergraduate.

I have been so stressed lately that I have been doing things that seem nonsensical to me. For example, I had an entire conversation in Malay with Henry just to "kutuk" him for fun. I have been running around (and I mean running, literally) just to see if I can tire myself out. I skipped all the classes today just because I didn't feel like it. Things that I would normally never do. For your information, I have been grinning the whole day just for the fun of it. How weird can a day get?

Anyways, all I can say for now is that all this is due to this "obstacle" which is in the way of my life. Worst thing of all, I can't seem to identify what it is. I guess this post would have to end here, as I really have no idea what else to write. Should I be deRANDTisized?

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First, we postulate that if souls exist, then they must have some mass.

If they do, then a mole of souls can also have a mass. So, at what rate are souls moving into hell and at what rate are souls leaving? I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.

As for souls entering hell, let’s look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to hell. Since, there are more than one of these religions and people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all people and all souls go to hell.

With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in hell to increase exponentially.

Now, we look at the rate of change in volume in hell. Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in hell to stay the same, the ratio of the mass of souls and volume needs to stay constant.

So, if hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter hell, then the temperature and pressure in hell will increase until all hell breaks loose (i.e., Hell is exothermic).

Of course, if hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in hell, than the temperature and pressure will drop until hell freezes over (i.e., Hell is endothermic).

So which is it? If we accept the postulate given by Ms. Ashleigh Goh during my senior highschool year, that "It will be a cold night in hell before I go out with you," and take into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in having a relationship with her, the second case cannot be true. Therefore, hell is exothermic.

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few months back, i post about the kissing scene.

the post became a hit, though not many people commenting on it, it was a hit nonetheless. up to 100 people will click on the post every now and then and leave me messages about it.

kissing is a normal thing. not being kissed and having TONS of friends around you that has already been kissed (or kissed in that matter) or like, having them to already made out (its the same thing right?) is totally normal.

and have you to be SOOOOOO pressured up because you have never been kissed before is like soooo hard. first there’s media showing you how good kissing is, then to make it worse, your best friend had her first kiss and she brags about how good and fun it is.

thats a killer right there and then.

i had my kiss when i was 16. 16 yo! thats like… old, at least, in this modern society. hoho. people as young as 12 had their first kiss, and i had it at 16.

although it KILLS to not have my first kiss all this time, and having to see people all around me already had theirs (and their 2nd.. 3rd.. 10th…), i know i hadddd to wait and be patient and wait for someone to kiss me. (yea. lame line)

i mean, i cant just simply kiss any random guy i meet on the street right? that’ll be wrong. and i cant just simply get together with a guy and make out with him… well, you can, but that would just be a one night stand kind of thing, and thats not fun.

but yea.. i mean, kissing could be fun, could look oh so nice and can seem really yummy… but i mean, take your time. dont rush. dont worry about it. its not like you’re NOT gonna get it, like ever. that would just be weird.

you will get it. and when you do, believe me, you’ll be really worried. all first kissers are like that, they get worried and get nervous.

questions like:
01 how do i kiss?
02 what if i suck his mouth?????
03 what if my breath stinks?
04 what if his breath stinks?
05 what if im a bad kisser?
06 what if i hurt his lips/mouth/tongue???
07 if im a bad kisser, he’ll never kiss me again right?
08 should i breathe while kissing?
09 how should i breathe?
10 would kissing be as fun as how those celebrities potray in movies?
seriously… all these questions will come in you mind. its normal. when it does go to your head, you’ll start to be all worried and scared. and thats normal too.

but then again, when you actually get to kiss someone, and started to be all comfortable about it (it took me about 1 month to get comfortable with it), only then will you get the hang of it…

and when you DO get the hang of it, you will definately start experimenting with different kisses. or like, play around… be naughty. and when you do, only then will you feel the fun of it.

but that is though, IF your partner is a good kisser.

things to spoil a good kiss:
02 rough kisses
03 if it he/she hurts you (biting you tongue etc)
04 yucky teeth
hahahaha… so hey, take your time. dont rush. and when the time comes, have fun ;)

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This picture really captures the tragedy of Beslan. An innocent child's life snatched away by evil humans that show contempt to the sanctity of life. May you all rest in peace, victims of a tragedy. Photo credits: Yuri Kozyrev, Time Magazine.

I dedicate this picture to our Bohemian who loves this kind of pictures. May you be cured of writer's block and be prevented from losing your passion.

~multum in parvo~

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UN Hypocrisy

Listen to the UN watch representative's condemnation.

Syria, Iran, Sudan, Russia and China condemned Israel because it's USA's proxy. These criminal governments maybe except Syria orchestrate far worse crimes than Israel. Why don't I see these countries condemned at the UN Human rights commission? The OIC is another hypocritic organisation. Why don't they condemn the Arab racists, murderers and rapists of Sudan? Why no condemnation of Muslim on Muslim killing in Iraq? Why no censure against the pseudo civil war in Gaza? Hypocrites!!

~multum in parvo~

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I found this on Boing Boing. The kiasu Singaporeans are building this crazy condominium with four towers seemingly hanging off the sides of another, central tower. The 153 meter tall condominium will be located at the intersection of Scotts Road and Cairnhill Road, in close proximity to Orchard Road, Singapore’s most famous street. With 20,000m² of built floor area, the building will provide 68 high-end apartment units with panoramic views. Due to the highly regulated building environment in Singapore, developers are forced to get creative when they want to cram as many apartment units as possible in one building. The design strategically maneuvers within the highly regulated building environment to maximize the fullest potential of the site. I'll want to live in such a future icon. To me Singaporean engineers and architects being one of the best in the world and building in a very strict environment will construct the safest of structures in the world. Want to move into that insane condominium once it's finished?

~multum in parvo~

P.S: On this blog, stupid and ignorant commenters asked whether the building is earthquake proof. Are there earthquakes in Singapore or Malaysia? That blogger also doesn't understand that the laws of physics are "divine".

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The Lenev File

This is a continuation of Jaspreet's (Kwatra's) awesome short story entitled 'The Cradle'. Leave comments and tell me what you think, yeah? *wink*

The city lived in the darkness of the Cradle's legacy, its citizens' lives torn and shaped by the misery embodied in its charred shell, and the tormented souls that haunt it. At night even the most cold-blooded murderers dared not walk alone along the twisted alleys surrounding it - people say the very ground there is blighted by the evil that is the Cradle.

The tortured voices were its birthing cry; the rising smoke its first breath. Born out of torture, oppression, murder and a history of weeping, the Cradle was ‘alive’. They say its doors will open before you. They’ll seal behind you and as long as you live, it will never let you leave.

But what if you died in the suffocating grasp of the Cradle?

The police have a special file for such people. The boys in blue call it the Lenev File. The term supposedly originated from an unnamed police sergeant, who shortened its original moniker - "Lost, Never Found" - to "LNF", then later to "Lenev". The name has stuck ever since, and the name Lenev became a curse, synonymous with the Cradle and the countless unwary travelers, vagabonds and crooks who were unfortunate enough to seek refuge within its broken walls.

Officially, the person responsible for the 'upkeep' of the Lenev File was a serial killer on the loose, a man who had escaped the Cradle in its dying days as the inferno razed it to the ground. Unofficially, however, it's a different story: the story of how the Cradle and its lingering malice murdered before, luring luckless souls to their doom.

But for the past few nights, more and more people were steadily adding to the thickness of the Lenev File, disappearing mysteriously both day and night. Anguished relatives and friends turned up by the truckload at police stations across town, demanding, begging that action be taken.

How could you expect the police, brave men and women though they are, to face up to an enemy they didn't even know for sure?

Then it started one chilly winter's night.

A family, returning from the circus in town, were enjoying the cool breeze of the night. One can almost picture them - smiling father, grinning mother, and laughing son, holding his parents' hands, walking down a quiet road home. They were so lost in their mirth and comfort that they didn't realize the quiet road they were walking on was uncomfortably in the immediate vicinity of the Cradle.

There was no indication whatsoever that the three of them ever saw the attack coming.

By the time the reporters reached the scene, videocams rolling, cameras flashing, the police weren't even done picking up the last remaining pieces of bone and skin that were still scattered all over the street. But miracles do happen - they found a little boy, drenched in blood from neck to knees, cowering inside of a nearby dumpster.

After much persuasion on their part, the police managed to get the boy away. Away from the inquisitive paparazzi and the nosy public, he was brought to Greenward Hospital nearby under armed escort.

The police were right to take precautions. The ambulance that delivered him to Greenward left shortly after on an emergency call. Presumably, it never reached its destination - the ambulance was found hours later in a ditch, windows smashed, body panels dented and shredded in an inhuman way. The only trace of its crew were the bloodstains all over the upholstery within; not that there was much of it left, anyway.

Before the ambulance's remains were found, though, at around 7.00, the lights at the hospital flickered briefly. The doctors and nurses still went about their daily rounds - electricity interruptions were frequent in this part of the city, near to the slums. Dr Kara was in charge of the operation to save the boy's life and patch up the wounds he sustained, and she was on the fourth floor briefing her crew at this time.

Fifteen minutes later or so Officer Li failed to report for duty at the hospital main entrance, much to the chagrin of his colleagues there. Repeated attempts to contact him went unanswered. Frustrated, his sergeant went in search for him on the second floor, and found him there. The trouble was, Officer Li was lying face down in a pool of his own blood, without his throat.

The alarm was sounded. The call was made to the nearest police station for reinforcements. Unfortunately it was cut off midway suddenly, and the officers and doctors and staff at Greenward came to terms with the horrible realization that they were all alone.

That realization was compounded all the more by a gruesome incident. On the third floor, a window shattered and something large and soft dropped all the way through it to the ground below. It was the sergeant who had found Officer Li.

The remaining police scrambled to the fourth floor to protect the only surviving victim that could help with their investigations. Five officers took the stairs in the northern wing up while three more took the decrepit, but fully functional, elevator in the eastern wing. The five were the lucky ones. The entire hospital echoed with the dying screech-crunch of the lift plummeting to the ground from four floors up.

Dr Kara and her team, meantime, were completely unaware of the chaos in Greenward. By virtue of the soundproof room they operated in, they were fully focused on stitching up the boy's wounds. They would only come to know of what happened later.

Meanwhile, screams were heard from a corridor in the south-eastern wing of the fourth floor. Officers Prabu and Kian went to investigate, hands quivering slightly as they held their own guns firmly. As they rounded the corner they were confronted by a veritable mass of muscle - all six feet of it.

The giant, garbed in tank top and black cargo pants, was standing over the severely dismembered body of a young nurse, a bloodied meat cleaver in hand. His face was simply disgusting to look at - it didn't seem to fit him at all. It was with horror that the two of them realized that it didn't seem to fit him because it wasn't his face to begin with.

The face once belonged to the boy's father's.

He turned to look at them, muscles swollen to the point of being grotesque and deformed - though the two officers had no doubt about how much damage his hulking form could take, or dish out. He lunged at them, and they were caught by surprise by his amazing agility and speed.

Prabu got off the first shot, and a large chunk of meat was torn off the monster's pulsating biceps. He bellowed with rage, stepping back and gripping his wound painfully. Kian recovered first - and tugged Prabu's sleeve back the way they came. Thankfully for them, the giant did not chase them any further.

By the time more men came to take down the giant, he was gone, and so was the corpse he had been gloating over. Only a trail of blood and gore was left...

Someone's strangled cry came from the operating theaters. The boy!

They came in time to see the giant toss a bleeding doctor out the window in front of the operating room. They drew their weapons and fired at him, catching him across the chest, arms and legs. He shrieked and charged like a raging bull, tossing one policewoman into a vending machine, and one of her male colleagues into the wall. Both of them passed out from the concussions.

The police volley continued. It seemed as if they were shredding the giant to pieces but he wouldn't bleed at all! Eventually though, the giant backed off gradually away from the line of officers, before turning his back on them and leaping out the window. He screamed as he plummeted, landing on the pavement with a dull thud.

All in all, of the fifteen officers at Greenward, seven died in the ensuing massacre while three more were warded for severe injuries. They have since recovered fully, and have returned to active duty. Five doctors would never see the sunrise again, while eight nurses would have their names listed in the morgue alongside their superiors. The boy lives, however, and is now in police custody at a safe house somewhere in the city outskirts.

The coroners collected the bodies one by one, preparing them for identification and autopsies. The giant, though dead, scared them the most. As they laid the massive body on the stainless steel autopsy table, the media trumpeted the force's success in killing the butcher who was 'responsible' for the Cradle disappearances. Finally, they said, the force could rest easy and close the Lenev File for good. The men and women who died within the sterile walls of Greenward Hospital were buried in a grand ceremony as heroes who gave their lives in the fight against evil.

Two days later, the Lenev File was reopened without pomp or ceremony, just as the morgue doors were thrown open in the middle of a moonless night by a six-foot tall monster, body slick with gore and sweat. Witnesses said his body never bled from all the wounds he received...

~verus rara avis~

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Meet Toadzilla the toy dog sized toad. This monster of a cane toad was found in Northern Australia. The creature measured 20.5cm (8 inches) and weighed 861g (1.9lb). I would hate to meet his big sister! Click here for a bigger image.

~multum in parvo~

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Bliar the warmonger-cam whore, cam whoring while Baghdad burns.

I'm a cynic when it comes to politicians. While attending the KDU Law faculty briefing I was told that a law degree is the best path to politics. Corruption was registering in my head when I was thinking about politicians. Practically all politicians are hypocrites and liars.Try to prove me wrong! Here are some categories of evil misdeeds by politicians.
  1. Generals conduct wars but politicians are the warmongers. The illegal Iraq war is a testimony to all warmongering leaders. The traitor Bush wrought chaos and destruction on Iraq all for bloody oil. I would tell you that all wars are for selfish reasons. World War I was for utterly petty reasons e.g. jealousy. The Vietnam was a truly foolish endevour of muscle flexing. India and Pakistan almost annihilated each other over a terrorist attack that took a relatively insignificant number of lives. Therefore all politicians who advocate war are selfish murderers.
  2. Then we have the thieving kind of politician. These lowlifes steal from the public to feed their greed. Many people know Dick Cheney is super corrupt. We have the king of Swaziland bedding young girls and buying them luxury cars while his country gets decimated by Aids. Our country get ever more corrupt as the years go by. Our politicians are surely involved.
  3. Then of course there is hypocrisy. Bush has yo-yoed on policy all the time. We have Chinese pretending to be neutral while shielding Sudan against the wrath of the world for genocide. We have a whole range of leaders who scream slanderous rhetoric and then conveniently denying any wrongdoing e.g. our Tourism Minister. We also know all to well that election manifestos are all empty promises. Look at Indonesia, their president promised to stem corruption but nothing has changed. Indonesia is still hyper-corrupt. Does this ring a bell?
  4. Politicians also enjoy raping Mother Earth by proxy. The Japanese want to reintroduce whaling when whales are still very threatened all to inflate their ego. European fishing ships are overfishing the West African coastal waters with politicians helping them by blackmailing West Africa by putting sanctions on the table. All this because of being bribed by fishing companies. Our government (politicians) allowed the leatherback turtle to go extinct locally.

Politicians = principled leaders? Think again....

~multum in parvo~

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Of Love

Yes love.

I have always loved. And i will always love.
And i know that there are those who love me.

And of the many people i know these are the few that i truly love. I would give my life for them in a second, for i pray that He take my life first before them.

These are those people...

My Dad and Mum,

My cousin bro and sis; Kewel and Sonia,

My two darling angels; cousin twins, Reshwin & Heshwin,

And of course my pet genius Bert-Brain! (hes a mixed breed; Half pug and Half crazy)

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Writer's block has infected our bohemian, in-house "photojournalist" and rebel with a cause. Will it be like HIV, the influenza virus or a headache? Nevertheless, unlike biological illnesses, writer's block can be cured with these few pieces of advice.

  1. Snap a picture and post it up on a blog with a caption. Try pondering on the picture.
  2. People have writer’s block not because they can’t write, but because they despair of writing eloquently.” Turn the critical brain off. There is a time and place for criticism: it’s called editing. If you don't want to edit post up a draft here on RANDTS and request me to edit your writing.
  3. Set a blogging schedule. I can blog at least once a day. Maybe you guys could do it once every three days or once a week. Regardless, try to stick to it unless you really cannot.
  4. If violence is entertaining to you try watching Happy Tree Friends. The violence here is inspiring.
  5. Read the blogs of your friends to acquire inspiration.
  6. Write up lame numbered list like this.
  7. Put up a poll using this site.
  8. Take each post one at a time. Don't muddle your mind with too much thoughts.
  9. If you feel down think about cripples like me or the destitute people of Africa.
  10. Take a walk in the early morning breeze.
  11. Look at pug pictures (eima's recommendation).
I'm out of ideas. Perhaps I'll update this post in the future. Do I write bad posts?

~multum in parvo~

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Watch the video to find out how flawed the Iraq war really is. Listen carefully to Mr Benn as well, he's one awesome orator.

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Nazriq my UIA friend is in the photo.

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yes. thats right. im doing a camwhoring contest... those who are interested are welcome to join... :)

any questions? just ask me.

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Disability Manifesto

Our country isn't doing enough for disabled people. We lack in many benefits for the disabled. Malaysia may give their disabled citizens help but it's not enough. Here's what we need.

  1. We need disability pensions.
  2. We need a carer allowances (for we crippled ones).
  3. We need disabled friendly transportation. If São Paulo, Brazil could do it so can we!
  4. We need special scholarships for disabled students to pursue higher education.
  5. We need red tape to be cut when applying for benefits.
  6. We need Welfare officers to help us register as disabled people and obtain benefits by meeting us in a disabled friendly place. Our homes are the best since there is no way for some of us to go to the welfare office because of lack of transportation. Not everybody is lucky enough to possess our own transportation.
We need changes to our current benefits too.
  1. All disabled students must be given our RM 300 allowance regardless of where we study.
  2. Tax cuts must be fast-tracked for parents with disabled children and disabled people should not be taxed..
  3. We need old buildings to be made to accommodate disabled people too.
  4. We need free public transportation.
  5. We need a total waiver of vehicle taxes through a simple process.
  6. We need free medical treatment with no conditions except seeking treatment in government run hospitals.
  7. We need housing benefits in the form of allowances and subsidies everywhere.
I would to see all the above in the next few years. For more information on disability benefits click here (in Bahasa Melayu).

~multum in parvo~

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Lawyers, doctors, accountants, businessmen, pharmacists, engineers, actors and so on have something in common. What is it?

They are all known as careers. The above-mentioned careers that I have mentioned are some of the most popular careers that are taken up by people. However, fair enough, a doctor is the most popular career in the country.

But why have I chosen to discuss about careers? Well, I have just read the newspaper in The Star Online and it was reported that once again most STPM students who scored a CGPA of 4.00 would apply for medicine in public universities. And out of about 1660 students who are eligible to apply for medicine, only 1000 seats are available for grab.

However, sometimes we must reflect about this: Choosing a career for my own is about my future life; if the career I chose does not suit my taste, should I continue pursuing the course for that particular career? If you were in such a situation, it can either be "Yes" or "No", depending whether or not you have any other problems.

There are, of course, other reasons to why some students choose certain careers, such as persuasion from parents, but this time, I would like to discuss about a situation where you have to choose a certain career that you may not like simply because it is a matter of "no other choices".

Well, not that we have no other choices, actually, but it's more like God telling us that we have to give up what we want for something that we don't really like. But let's discuss from the point of view of life.

Back in those days when people pursue for their ambitions, now many students have this mentality that "they will go for anything that is open to them", meaning to say that they are willing to take up any course as long as the prospect of the career in the future is a good one. Some, even for the sake of scholarships and sponsorships, agree to study the subject which is not favoured in order to relief the burden of the family. A noble decision for the family, I must say, but caution is really needed.

Many of us would apply for scholarships and sponsorships upon receiving our SPM and STPM results, and the application is not just for a single type of course, meaning that you would just aim for one particular course (either medicine, engineering, etc). In the end, you will find one applying scholarships for engineering, medicine, actuarial science, business management and so on. And when there are options for them to choose, they can choose the one they prefer. However, when only one door is open, they will still walk into that door, knowing that it is the door that they wouldn't want to walk.

It is really a personal matter if you come to think about it. Some people are really desperate to take up whatever options they have simply because of one main reason: not everybody can afford higher education (especially in private institutions of higher learning) and if possible nobody would want to do STPM.

As for me, my main choice of career was not to be a civil engineer, but to be a geneticist (before that, a lawyer). However, there were two factors that told me that I should accept the Petronas sponsorship and pursue my civil engineering course. First of all, though I am interested in the subject of Biology, I didn't seem to be able to do well in it at all in my school tests and examinations (although I scored 1A for it in SPM). It dampened my decision on whether or not I should continue to persist for genetics.

Therefore, I looked forward to getting a sponsorship from Petronas. Actually, I was offered the ASEAN Pre-University Scholarship by Singapore but I declined the offer because it only covers my studies in Singapore for a duration of two years for A Levels. I took the gamble and prayed that I would still get the Petronas sponsorship. Thankfully, I got it.

But before my Petronas sponsorship was confirmed, I compared the tuition fees for civil engineering course in various universities, and they would cost at least RM300,000 altogether, excluding accommodation, books, food, etc. My family doesn't have that kind of money (although I would say that we are of an average family). When the offer from Petronas came, I jumped upon it. It is an offer which nobody could really refuse. They cover your studies, accommodation and everything else until you graduate with an honours degree.

In today's society, it is rather sad that people now cannot pursue their dreams because of certain sacrifices that they have to make. Sometimes this sacrifice is so great that they find it extremely hard to cope up with their studies. Such a challenge is great indeed, but to face this challenge with a bold heart is what we should marvel them. To face this challenge without regret isn't something that everyone can do.

Not that I'm facing any challenges mentioned above, because although civil engineering isn't my favourite career, it is nevertheless one of my ten most favoured careers. And to be given the course that I requested sure made me very thankful and appreciative.

I wouldn't have asked for anything more.

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The big clock that hung against the wall ticked the hours away, as if clucking its tongue in disapproval at her barbarity; the obscene curses she chucked at anyone within earshot, the screams she spewed out like some vile, black liquid and the disarray of her limbs likened to that of a mutilated rag-doll, not in the throes of labor. And, through eyes as tightly clenched as fists, pushed, her stomach muscles wrestling with this alien yet familiar being trapped inside. It felt like pushing against a brick wall; painful, impossible. Bit by bit, feeling the mortar prying loose, the gap evolving into a cavern. And then - the head, cradled softly in the palms of the midwife, wrapped in sticky fluid. One last time, she squeezed her body, a welcome nudge, hello baby boy. The frown said it all; wrinkles unearthed from the tautness of her skin.

"A girl."

It rang with the finality of a gunshot, A She. The last twenty-four hours came echoing back, a fresh migraine without the antidote of good news. A tunnel without light. The Husband stepped inside, footfalls heavy with disappointment; the Mother refusing to meet his eyes, cooing softly some broken nonsense to pacify Her; Her wailing like a siren, having some glimpse of Its short lived fate; Her with her mother’s sequined eyes, and her father’s nose. It was a fragile thing; a miniscule 6 pounds of tender skin sitting on flesh that was not quite there yet. She refused to name it, even when its eyes blinked in heavy wonder, as if questioning; Who am I?

And so it remained unmarked, bound in a sterile white cloth equally as anonymous.

That night under a fully-cloaked sky, making their way through the empty streets, the hung lanterns which looked like fat, drunken faces lighting the Mother’s steps. She hugged Her loosely, while the Mother’s eyes ran up and down the road, looking for that old corner with its cozy, moss-lined recess.

Deja Vu. The same harsh breathing an uneasy staccato to the Mother’s ears, the familiar wriggling mass trying to escape Her arms. She was still, silent, filial; even when She settled her in that nest of aged newspapers, Her busy fingers eager to adjust the linen, tuck in the stray corners, anything but look into those accusing eyes. Suddenly taking off with the ground seeming to evade Her feet, bursting into a full run when the weak cry rose.

She would be Mother no more.

Each day, baby girls are chucked aside like litter. A noose fastened around their necks the second they enter a world. Their presence, a blemish. They, mere infants, have committed a mortal sin for being unable to continue the family name. Each day, women are subjected to injustice, their voices muted by an inferiority complex drilled into them.

Were I to change the world, it would be emancipated from the dogma that a He carries more weight than a She - a belief as old as the bones of the earth. This is the world I see in my mind's eye: each female born (her birth a celebration) with a solid education to arm her with knowledge and the license to live in the fullest sense of the word.

Never will one regard having double X chromosomes as a curse in my world for gender equality will reign supreme. The voice of each woman will be heard, shrill and clear. They will be able to speak out for their wants and needs that for centuries have been ignored.

No longer to be shunned by society through fingers pointed or malice whispered behind a cover of hands. Like a piece of furniture, she is labeled 'used'- her worth plummeting like the stock market the instant she was coveted. I will castrate the predators; women will pass through dark alleys without the fear of their bodies being mauled by the lust of men.

A woman's worth will be static in my world - not resting on her purity or the width of her childbearing hips. Judge them based on who they are, not by society's rules.

She will be equal in every way to our Her male counterparts.

She will be a citizen of a race that knows no prejudice.

And She will say; I am woman, I am proud.

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This article from The Star seems to confirm that our government doesn't seem to be able to implement policy in a consistent manner. Why does a top student have to be worried about getting a scholarship!? It's absolutely ridiculous!!

Melisa Sia Yuk Ying of the Kian Kok Middle School here, who scored 16A1s and wants to do medicine, is now worried that she will not be given a scholarship meant for top scorers as her name is not on the list.

Just like many cases of wronged top students politicians have hijacked her problems. They now have made statements seemingly in support of her but more importantly the MCA politician has gotten free publicity about a "good" deed. That's just too bad. you scratch my back, I massage your back.

I know Bank Negara reserves scholarships for top SPM scorers according to the Syndicate's list. Because Melisa isn't on the list she's going to have a problem. However, I also won't surprised if Melisa gets her hopes dashed as Bank Negara even dared to even reject the Top Malay Scorer for SPM 2005, Ahnaf. A cynic would point out Bank Negara used Ahnaf to further the vendetta of some politicians against Singapore. At that time Ahnaf was on Asean scholarship in Singapore.

Now Melisa and her parents are going after Hishamuddin. Why does everything have to be so political. Our government shouldn't always allow the issue wronged top scorers become an embarrassment about irregular government policy. Nothing changes.........

~multum in parvo~

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Knut el oso polar, originally uploaded by F-power.

Berlin Zoo has vowed it will not kill Knut the baby polar bear amid a heated row over whether it is right to hand-rear the cub, who was rejected by his mother. Knut has been nurtured by a keeper who has slept by his side, bottle-fed him, and strummed him Elvis Presley songs.

But suggestions the three-month-old should have been put down to stop him becoming emotionally and physically reliant on a human have caused outrage.

Isn't he cute?

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With April Fool's Day around the corner I suppose some of you guys are already planning something. But do you all really know it's origins?

It has been suggested that Europe derived its April-fooling from the French. France was one of the first nations to make January 1 officially New Year's Day (which was already celebrated by many), by decree of Charles IX. This was in 1564, even before the adoption of the Gregorian calendar (See Julian start of the year). Thus the New Year's gifts and visits of felicitation which had been the feature of the 1st of April became associated with the first day of January, and those who disliked or did not hear about the change were fair game for those wits who amused themselves by sending mock presents and paying calls of pretended ceremony on the 1st of April. French and Dutch references from 1508 and 1539 respectively describe April Fools' Day jokes and the custom of making them on the first of April.

I know that April Fool's Day is meant to be a day of jokes so please don't pull off non-funny or sickening pranks. Go check out this page to see what I mean.

~multum in parvo~

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perforce \pur-FORS\, adverb:
By necessity; by force of circumstance.

. . .the error of supposing that, because everything indeed is not right with the world, everything must accordingly be wrong with the world; the error of supposing that, because we are plainly not a race of angels, we must perforce be a race of beasts.
-- James Gardner, "Infinite Jest (book reviews)", National Review, June 17, 1996

Perforce comes from French par force, "by force."

RANDTSers will parforce never die.....

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I can't sleep, so, I decided to post something random here.

I remember back in secondary school, we as teenagers will try to compete with fellow classmates in seeing who sleeps the latest at night and there are friends who I know who would end up not sleeping at all. Moreover, during exam season. Students enter the hall with dark circles around their eyes, looking dead like zombies and then complain about headache and wanting to sleep. Would it be because of stress that this is happening to teenagers? Physically, they are active by night but during the day, they are similar to bats; they sleep.

How precious is sleep anyway? If I had the chance to sleep for more than 14 hours, I wouldn't mind at all. What about sleeping for eternity? Just joking.. Sleep is when we put the mind at rest and leave all brain activities for the next day. Sleep is when we can dream about beautiful things and sleep is essential for better memory. Even lack of sleep can cause one to feel fatigue and lose concentration the next day. (Currently, really want to sleep but too many work to finish) Of course, one should not practise it all the time. What do you think a quick fix for at least 24 hours would be? Coffee perhaps? I don't think a cold shower would work, but then again, no harm trying. (At least it's better than an extremely hot shower)........

Another question: What is wrong with the weather? It has been raining every day and rain brought along it's 2 friends- thunder and lightning. At this time of year, shouldn't it be warm since it will be equinox soon? Oh well, Mother Nature is unpredictable now, don't you think?

(The time right now is 6.30 am. Fell asleep at 4.15am)

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Images (without Hui Wen) by huiwen7, and words by Albert (Comrade Cripple).

Satay that was served at my party.

The court awaits their General.

Some of my friends. From left. Kamindrah, Sutharan, Ashwin and Sugasini. The three guys were from my school and Suga is an old girl from SMK (P) Sri Aman. Suga is like the nicest girl around. Sutharan and Ashwin are really happening people. Kamindrah is more like the eccentric genius types.

Some of my other friends. From left, Balachander, Vimalan, Jaspreet and Siew Kong. Bala is like a gentle giant but no softie. Vim used to be a nerd (he's still a genius) but now could pass as a "mob" boss. Siew Kong is the tough guy-joker kind of person. They are all great actually.

My sister and friends. From left, Zalikha, Amy aka Eima (my sis) and Diviya.

Prefects of SMK Sri Permata my school with the coolest mother and prefect teacher in the world.. From left Syateer (Head Prefect of 2004-2005), Chun Mun (Head Prefect of 2006-2007) and Barath (Prefectorial Committee MMember)

Close up of the prefects.

The coolest father ever.

From left, Bryan , Karen and Ashwin. All of them are ex-schoolmates I hope I didn't neglect them. =P


Henry helping me to speak with Brian (gungrave1988) who unfortunately couldn't make it.

Surfing RANDTS.

Original picture of the light.

RANDTS Hunter-Killer Guard. Lolz. =P

Hunter-Killers in a row with the cripple!?!!

The RANDTS 6. I hope we could have the RANDTS 16 + ?? in the future.

The founders of RANDTS.

RANDTSers hanging out in my room.

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This article from the Star really caught my eye. Here's the whole thing.

KUALA TERENGGANU: She meticulously jotted down every single secret tryst and over a period of four years, the 19-year-old school-leaver had compiled four diaries filled with scandalous stories.Her luck ran out on Tuesday when her 26-year-old sister inadvertently discovered the diaries while cleaning a wardrobe in their home in Setiu, 69km from here.

The housewife was enthralled by her teenage sister's juicy stories involving “a tall moustachioed man with seductive eyes” who sneaked into the room and took off her clothes almost every night while the others were sleeping. Her awe turned to shock and outrage when she discovered that mysterious man was her own husband.The teenager had apparently listed all the “naughty things” that the man, a hospital attendant, had done to her and even wrote down the lewd jokes he told her.Entries in the diaries revealed that the man had entered her room using a duplicate key for the first time in December 2003 when she ws 15-year-old schoolgirl.

The teenager's incensed sister took her to the police station where she lodged a police report. In her report, the teenager claimed that her brother-in-law had outraged her modesty several times over the past four years and had also attempted to rape her once. State Deputy CID chief Supt Khairi Ahrasa said a 31-year-old man had surrendered himself to the police after the report was lodged.

This case is very, very interesting. It's obvious the girl wasn't raped. Nobody gets raped and writes all the explicit details about in a diary. She must have really enjoyed being pleasured by her brother-in-law to have written about every single secret tryst and over a period of four years.

I'm also so amazed that the girl's sister did not know that her husband had been shagging his 15 year old sister-in-law. I wonder why that woman trusted her husband so much not to get suspicious about his nightly room exits. Well too bad that man had a nymphomaniac mistress who couldn't resist writing down their nights of passion. Now he's going to face charges of adultery, sexual assault, rape and statutory rape. He has thrown he's life away all because of lust.

I wonder what are the naughty things this two lust driven lovers did and what would happen now to the girl now............

*P.S. : I think the diaries would be a smash hit if posted online. Ahahahahahaha!!!

~multum in parvo~

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Presenting the work of three great photographers, documenting some really cool things.

We'll kick it off with another dead animal picture, courtesy of Brian again. Or maybe... 'dead'. Well, technically, it isn't an animal, so it can't be dead; but it used to be part of an animal, so, I guess the first time you look, you'd think it was an animal that died sometime ago, and...

Aw shucks, just see it for yourselves.

The Really Long Snakeskin
That's Hann on the left (Joe's roomie, from JB too) and yours truly on the right.

It was a reptile exhibition at Jaya Jusco, Ipoh. Brian, Hann and I were in Ipoh for dinner the Friday night our break started, behind Jusco. After dinner we were quite surprised to see this exhibition there. Went in for RM4 a head, and what an exhibition it was!

We saw weird horned toads, little snakes, scorpions, and a baby monkey (it was late when we went, so the little bugger was all over the place, out of his cage). It was really cute. Heck, the trainer let us give him water - never knew it could down, what, almost 400ml at once? Now that's what I call thirsty.

And not only were there those guys. There were snake skins on the wall (that's the longest of them), and of course...

... this really angry kiddo. Hann kept blowing on him to see what would happen - oh yeah, he waved his slipper in front of the cobra awhile, too. It was all worth it 'cos we got to see the guy's hood! Brian took this photo of the cobra, poised to strike.

There were also massive pythons in a cage. They had coins all around them in the cage. Probably Chinese people threw them in. Hann and I blew on the pythons too, just to see their reaction. And wow! did they react. Watching them tense their muscles and all... raw power, baby!

(Hann commented that they seemed to be more pissed when I blew on them - a sign of halitosis? Or is it just me being a Snake [1989] too? Go figure.)

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On something totally unrelated, here's what happens when you put a bunch of guys together with the vending machine on the ground floor of my hostel block. Thanks to Ivan Chee's trusty camera-phone, you get to see:

Free Drinks for All! (1)

Free Drinks for All! (2)
... 52 soft drink cans, all bought for RM2.60.

Not RM2.60 per can, RM2.60 for all 52 of them. That works out to about RM0.05 per can. So, imagine selling it for RM1.00 per can. How much would your percentage of profit be per can?... $$$

There aren't 52 in the pictures, by the by, 'cos by the time Ivan took 'em some of them had already been taken (I took one, haha). You play around with the vending machine, and this is what you get...

But those 52 cans sure disappeared pretty fast. My room (where the fridge is) became pretty popular overnight too.

Oh yeah, as I'm writing this, there are about 32 new soft drink cans sitting outside of the fridge. They're from a recent "batch" that my buddies cooked up from the machine. The only reason they're out there is 'cos the fridge is jam-packed with the others (from the same "batch") they could fit in. Talk about scary...

Imagine the expression on the faces of the people who collect money and refill the machine. Cans gone, no change... *evil grin* Better ask Ivan to take a picture of the new batch soon then.

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And from FraudWasteAbuse comes a fantastic collection of pictures. Presenting a diamond in the rough, all the way from NYC:

Incredible Graffiti Covered Building (3)

Incredible Graffiti Covered Building (1)

Incredible Graffiti Covered Building (2)
Who would've thought he'd been so lucky to find this rare gem? He has more pictures here on his blog: Incredible graffiti covered building -- 5 Pointz in New York City. His post also talks about his experience holidaying in the region, and how he came across this magnificent edifice of expression.

I didn't put all of the pictures here, 'cos the photo credits belong to him, for one, and besides, consider a little more traffic there as a little token of our appreciation for his pictures. *wink*

Anyway, I'm off, so enjoy the pictures!

~verus rara avis~

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I'm so sorry that Henry is decapitated.
Anyways, thanks Henry, Joe and Jared not forgetting Brian for the lamp.

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"Giving priority to cases involving civil servants is not meant to delay other cases. Rather, it would save the Government money as civil servants were still getting paid while waiting for their cases to be disposed of." - Tun Ahmad Fairuz Sheikh Abdul Halim, Chief Justice (Malaysia)

That statement offers an awfully interesting insight as to how our judiciary system works, no?

Justice means 'the upholding of what is just, especially fair treatment and due reward in accordance with an honour, standard or law'. I struggle to see the fairness in prioritizing cases involving civil servants.


Let's assume that both me and a civil servant are charged with contempt of court. Let's also assume that both me and the civil servant are sentenced to a three-month jail term and we have both appealed for that decision to be overturned.

If we apply the rules of our Chief Justice, the civil servant's appeal would be processed first, seeing as he's getting paid by our Government while I am not. His appeal is successful and he gets off. Only then do our courts process my appeal.

Since these processes take a friggin' long time to process in the first place, I wonder how long I have to wait before they finally see my appeal. A case in point this one involving Murray Hiebert (1999).

If you read that article, you'll soon come to the realization that he waited two years for his appeal to be processed. So is it fair if a civil servant's court case processed in say, six months or a year while I wait for two?


Let's all be civil servants, guys and gals...

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My Slate

This story was created using movie titles from the 1950's ;)

The doors of the saloon swung open suddenly, its hinges creaking, interrupting the drowsy atmosphere inside. Patrons - those who were still sober - turned their heads towards the entrance. In the doorway stood a man dressed in black, a giant really. He was probably 6 feet tall, with a burly frame and bushy moustache. The patrons and the barman eyed the intruder nervously.

"Where is Shichinin no samurai?" the man roared. A customer, perceived to be drunk, was stunned sober at the sheer volume and leapt out of the Rear Window in fright. The giant snorted and cast his eyes over the people in the saloon. His eyes narrowed for a moment, then he reassumed his grim expression.

"Tell him, this Shichinin that,"the man paused for effect,"the 12 Angry Men seek him. If he declares himself a man, he will go North by Northwest and face us at Sunset Boulevard. And if he doesn't,"the giant paused again,"we will hunt him down and send him into a Vertigo of such misery that he will regret being born." With those doom-like words, the man left the bar.

The 12 Angry Men were a band of no-good rogues who had been terrorising the townfolk. They pillaged, raped and razed wherever they liked. And hell, they got away by buying the sheriff. The whole bar was silent, thinking of Shichinin's fate. Then the chatter broke out.

"I knew tha' Shichinin had a Touch of Evil ever since he came to our town!"

"That little yellow Jap is bringin' us trouble, I tell ya, Maisie. And we thought he was the handsomest young man we ever laid eyes on. 12 Angry Men, indeed!"

"Tony, where is he?"A miner in overalls asked the barman. The barman shook his bald pate resignedly.

"I don't know, Mo,"he replied. "But wherever he is, he's managed to avoid them and he'll be Singing in the Rain, celebrating his freedom. That Shichinin, he's a slippery one, he is."

Morris the miner raised an eyebrow. "But...the 12 Angry Men! They never let anyone go. Certainly not a yellow," he pronounced the 'yellow' distastefully.

Tony rolled his eyes at his friend's racist attitude and proceeded to tell Morris about the Jap's plan. There was a man, he said, Umberto D, a trickster, who lived on the other side of the hill; a mutual friend of Tony and Shichinin. Shichinin...Shiki would definitely seek refuge with him. Umberto D would help him disguise himself, in fact, change his appearance so well that if any of the 12 Angry Men met him face to face, they'd merely be Strangers on a Train...

... "Weather's terrible, ain't it?"the coarsened fisherman remarked to a smooth-looking young man. The young man smiled.

"It's perfect,"the young man said in heavily accented English. Definitely a foreigner, the fisherman thought. Latin? he wondered. "We don't get as much sun as this in my country," the youth explained.

The fisherman shrugged. "Well, Some Like It Hot." The young man nodded in agreement. "What's a young 'un like you doin' On the Waterfront at High Noon?"the fisherman pressed.

He was waiting for a boat, he explained. A long journey. This area wasn't suitable for him. The fisherman agreed. Dangerous, with outlaws and criminals running about. Thankfully, the 12 Angry Men were no more. The youth looked surprised. So the fisherman told him about The Killing of the twelve bandits. All had been shot cleanly in the throat, a method of execution favoured by the Twelve themselves. Used especially, with great delight on their part, on immigrants in the town. Bigots, the fisherman spat and cursed them. The town was better off without them.

The youth merely listened. Inwardly, he inhaled the Sweet Smell of Success. He would've liked to tell this old fisherman how simple the Anatomy of a Murder was - oh, how easy it was! Yet he could not risk having a Witness for the Prosecution should he get caught one day. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. He knew it was wrong. Those bandits however had destroyed so many lives, including his family. The important thing was that they were gone forever. And of himself? A new life far away, thanks to his friend Umberto D.

The steamer Stalag 17 approached ponderously. He could see the many peoples on the ship. He thanked the old fisherman for a great conversation and bade him farewell. Up, up, up, he walked the gangplank and onto the ship. Shichinin no samurai joined the masses and became A Face in the Crowd.

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