Thursday, November 18, 2010

Not a believer? Boy oh boy we're going to hell.

first thing's first

" If i sold my house and my car, had a big garage sale and gave all my money to the church, would i get into heaven?" I asked the children in my Sunday school class.

"No!" the children all answered.

"if i cleaned the church everyday, mowed the yard and kept everything neat and tidy, would i get to heaven?"

Again, the answer was, "No!"

" Well," i continued, "then how can I get to heaven?"

A five yo boy shouted, "You've gotta be dead!"

-Jan Cupp (Reader's Digest 02')

Now why didn't i think of that.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

3000 miles to a U turn.

Once again, i'm in a bitch mood.

I simple DO NOT UNDERSTAND girls sometimes.
albeit being one, for what, twenty years.

Don't tell me that you don't really want something, and turns out that in the end, you really did want it, lament and whine about to another person bout how terrible of a person i am to not offer you, which i clearly did, not that you listen, and then only to have it bite me back in the arse for a thing that i clearly did offer you.

For the last time, i do not friggin read your rat-assed minds.

If you do want to whine, friggin tell it to my face. geez. it's really that easy!

you've known me for TEN YEARS.

isn't it time to stop pretending to be all that i-is-shy-to-use-your-stuff hogwash?

Besides, if you really did want it, you wouldn't have drag your heavy bum all over the place and hop to the web to find out about it.

that's all. i'm done ranting.

fudging world.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Another lovely blog for sewing♥!

Jap Lady with a kid nicknamed Tomato. SO ADORABLEH!♥♥

check it~!

Monday, November 1, 2010

David Caruso aka Horatio Cane.

If you've watched CSI you would love this.

and these...

"Horashio, this man was found dead in mcdonalds Early in the monring"

- I guess He didn't ....

*puts on glasses*

- have a happy Meal


"We found the victim in the casino parking lot. It seems that the killer defecated on him."

"Well it guess he's..."

*Puts on sunglasses*

"Shit out of luck."


"The Michael Jackson fan was stabbed in the dressing room"

"Well it looks like the victim..."


"didn't see the man in the mirror"


" We found her head ripped off with her eyes stuffed in her ears"

"well it seems...."


" She wont be getting ahead in life"


and much more puns in the comment section... Enjoy.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Love Sewing?

check out this fantabulous web.

i loooooooove QUILTS!

Thursday, October 14, 2010

vocab with a dose of cyanide

understanditto- full understanding of a situation that is annoyingly complicated.

absofabulutely fawsome! - he whom surpasses the higher beings of awesomeness with a capital A.

is all.

Friday, October 8, 2010


You know there's a kind of magic between people you love?
It's the understanding; knowing too much that they become a part of you.

You know what? As cliche as that lines pricks at my much less mushy bits, somewhere far deep down i truly believe there's that kind of magic.

Maybe it's not magic. It's simply how the understanding can be so wholesome and fulfilling during the moment, that when it fits like a glove, it feels like magic.

almost fairytale like.♥

Maybe i should stop thinking and start dreaming.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Selfishness and all things that follow.

I've been walking down memory lane, every bit in it's figurative and literate meaning. There so much i realized that i've done, so much i've shared, so much i have become since i've left high school.

Is it fair to say that i have change in mass proportion in comparison to who i was in school??
Perhaps in terms of personality, i might not have changed at all?

I'm still that gullible girl that started out with a flair to look at things on the greener side of life.
Not so much when i hit the big dip downwards. I can be quite the pessimist.
What i do realized is, i'm not good at keeping friends at all.

I've made so many many friend in all walks of life, and yet the effort spent to keep them within my hindsight was taxing and frustrating, and it twist my guts how socially inept i am.

Trust me, i suck.

Or you might be one of those friends who just know how bad i am at keeping em'.

The whole point of this "me" banter is to say how sorry i am if i have in any way offended anyone, as i admit with true and thorough defeat that i am truly bad at keeping friends.

I'm selfish, because i let my own insecurities take the best of me.

I am painfully shy.
I'm afraid of confrontation.

And to speak truth in every sense of word, i'm plain scared that i bore you to death.

Yes, you my friend.

I've disappoint you, i've cause you sorrow, i've let you down. I have made you feel like you meant nothing in my life.

But the truth is, you do.

As hard as it is to believe, for every friendship I've forage and conquered, i cherish with all my heart. So much, i want it to remain that way. The way you see me as me, the first impressions that may (or may not) have leave positive(/negative) markings all over your generous heart. I am 'perfect' that way and wanted to remain so in your eyes.

All i can give you is this.

I cannot be there for you always
I cannot be there at the exact moment when you're depressed or jubilant,
Or through every laughter and tears.
Through every pain and hardship.

All i can offer is myself.

I cannot cure your pain, but i can share it
I cannot be always there, but i can go the distance for you
I cannot read minds but i am willing to listen to you if it takes all night.

I can be that friend that you haven't contacted in months, but is still able to "click" with.

I am willing to go to great lengths to be there.
Because that's what a friend do.

So i'm sorry my friend, that i could not be all you want me to be.
I'm sorry i can only do so much..

But i'll try really hard. because that's how much you mean to me in my life.

So don't walk away just yet.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Ranting on and on

Survived another semester and it's on to the next hell in two blinks!

friggin 6th!

and i'm flying to bangkok on 5th.

Yeah yeah, i know.

Oh life. o_O

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Sunday, July 4, 2010

The book of Bunny Suicides

It never gets old.

A Fudge World

Everyone appreciates the bad, and the different, the odd, the unique

No one likes good ol Jack or Jane .

I say we give them spotlights.

Cause the world's screwed, and we need normals.
Where did tact, grace and chivalry went?

Bitches rule and players drool.

The world in chaos.

Garbage talk.

you have the right to remain silent. anything you say will be misquoted,

then used against you.

-you know it ain't original, when it's creates a stream of viral pimples all over other sites, and gives you goosebumps, the nice, tingly kind-

so, heck it ain't mine!

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Colour Personality Test.

Your Existing Situation

"Works hard and is actively pursuing her goals; however, she feels unappreciated and doesn't see any reward for her efforts."

Your Stress Sources

Feeling empty and isolated from others and trying to bridge the gap between herself and others. Wants to live life to the fullest and experience as much as possible. she cannot stand any restrictions or obstacles put in her way and only longs to be free.

Your Restrained Characteristics

"Emotionally withdrawn, feels forced to make compromises which makes emotional attachments difficult."

"Although she is able to find contentment through sexual activity physical activities, she feels hopeless to change her problems and difficulties and continues to make the best of what she has."

"Emotionally withdrawn, feels forced to make compromises which makes emotional attachments difficult."

Your Desired Objective

Very active imagination and may be prone to fantasies and daydreaming. Always dreaming of interesting and exciting things to happen to her. Is a charmer and wants to be admired for that.

Your Actual Problem

"Feeling held back and restricted from moving forward, looking for a solution that will give her more freedom and less obstacles."

Your Actual Problem #2

"Fears she will be held back from achieving things she really wants, leading her to search endlessly for satisfaction and become involved in activities which are pointless."

Here's the website so you can get your own personalized colour test ;D

The link doesn't work, you'll have to type in A five minute personality test. Pretty darn spot on if you ask me.

Life's a rainbow of colours, but we're all stuck at the sunshine bit. -Dee

Anger issues.

Why do people tell others that they are not angry when they are in fact, very angry.

Aside from the fact that it's freakishly hilarious (being all huffed but shouting that you're OK, is not OK ), it's also super annoying and very I'm-not-past-my-teenage-angst period.

Not only do they do that, they then proceed to prattle (yes, prattle like an arthritic hag ) about how miserable they are to their friends because of this so and so friend who've pissed them off (unknowingly), and didn't apologize or make up for it, or did not bother to hear them out.

Sweetcakes, none of us are mind readers.

If you're hurting, just say it. Doesn't make you any less manlier, or whinier. or bitchier.

In fact, whining about not having the problem solved afterward is what makes you a whiny bitch.

But some of us just are made that way huh? ;)

Are you a whiny bitch?

Monday, June 28, 2010

For hecks.

Here's a little eye candy after all the misery talk. ;)

life's not so bad when you can draw some of your troubles away.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

A massive mistake

Do i complain too much? Am i too picky, too critical, too judgemental?

Am i inconsiderate? too Sharp with words? too Blunt with Emotions?

Should i be more.... civil with my words? More careful? filter through everything thrice before spitting it onto others in an offhanded fashion?

Do i talk too much? listen too little?

I guess i am. that about sums up all that is me within these two weeks.
Because somebody seems to think so.

Not that that somebody ever bothers with my blog.

I'm mad at you.

Mostly i'm just mad at myself, and the world.

Just because i smile all the time, doesn't mean i feel the way i'm smiling.
I hate myself, for my superficial need of control over my emotions all the time.

I hate myself when i did lose control.

What's to like? Everything's awful.

I'm just a massive bag of mistakes. yessir.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Plain Jane.

this world is built to worship the beautiful
i wish i'm as pretty, as the people i see.
for when i look at the mirror, and i see me
that's plain jane me, just plain jane me.

I wish i am pretty, so strong and graceful
i wish i had elegance and my clothes were tasteful
but when i look at the mirror all i see
is plain jane me, oh plain jane me

I wish my skin were as fair as a petal
And my hair flows like the breezy wind.
And i had a a crown so full of glory
That bad hair day don't happen on me.

But i'm just a person with ordinary days
I'm exceptionally plain in extraordinary ways.
My bad hair days outnumbered my good
And my face always looking like it took the boot.

People tell me i'm pretty, i tell them i'm not
Because they so often forgot,
they too feel ugly as often as i
And that feeling grew as time passed by.

We all have that spawn we try to hide
A demonic concerto we try and fight
But in honesty, pretty is hard to be
So I'm perfectly please, to be plain jane me.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Facade of friends.

Sometimes, what you built up over years can lead to an ultimate fall.
Sometimes, falling makes you get back up. Determine to try again.
But what happens when your knees fail you?
Because other times you just crash and burn...

Maybe it's true that You grew up, and I remain the same.
And that's the sad part of change.
I wish you well in all you do.
But don't come back for me, when you need me.
Because cracks grew bigger over time
And this time, it may be too wide to mend.

It's never too late, but i wish you came sooner.
When we were friends, instead of familiar strangers...

Because you don't care about a stranger, no matter how familiar they are.
You just won't give a shit.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

King of Anything.

Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the table
While I look outside
So many things I’d say if only I were able
But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by

You’ve got opinions, man
We’re all entitled to ‘em, but I never asked
So let me thank you for your time, and try not to waste anymore of mine
And get out of here fast

I hate to break it to you babe, but I’m not drowning
There’s no one here to save

Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died, and made you king of anything?

You sound so innocent, all full of good intent
Swear you know best
But you expect me to jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset

I’m not the one who’s lost with no direction
But you’ll never see
You’re so busy making maps with my name on them in all caps
You got the talking down, just not the listening

And who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?

All my life I’ve tried to make everybody happy
While I just hurt and hide
Waiting for someone to tell me it’s my turn to decide

Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?

Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?

Let me hold your crown, babe.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010


It's so bad, it makes clowns cry.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010


You could tell a billion white lies to others and make them like you. You could butter em up and down like a nice freshly baked scone.

But what you turn out to be, is molded by what they want you to be.

Are you willing to lose your identity, to doormat glossy shoes and crisp expensive coats?
Or do you wanna gain rapport and respect in the good ol fashion way of being you?

Do you really just want to be another puppy-eye adoring slick kid? Or the one that holds the leash of power?

Don't conform. Retaliate.

Mirror mirror.

“Mirror, Mirror, heart of black, Can you see the things I lack?”
“I suffer silent, still and cold; Thinking of things of old.”
“Blood runs deep and I must confess, Only then can I find a semblance of happiness,”
“Blood soaked hands I must hide, With the monster I keep inside,”
“Mirror, Mirror, Can’t you see? What this reflection does to me?”
“Fire burn and ashes pile, How did I become so Vile?”
“For now I know a truth so rough, This will never be enough,”
“Blood flowed deep and ashes fly high, I will never reach the sky…”
"Heavens gates wont open for me,”
“Oh, Mirror, Mirror can’t you see; What this reflection does to me?”

-Something i found on Ann's blog-


Four Seasons.

Don't know why and when i wrote this, but it was in high school quite awhile back. Posted in on Friendster, and re-posting it here.
Enjoy! =)

Four Seasons

Spring comes into view

So pretty, fresh and clean

From dripping dews of early dawn

To birds singing gaily

As animal woke up one by one

To greet the dearly missed great sun

Its spring time again;

But let’s not forget summer please

After spring passed in a breeze

Before the autumn had begun

The summer shines beneath the sun

The beaches open day to night

Indeed a very pretty sight

As children play Indians all day

In the middle of hot, cheery May

As days of spring began to flew

And autumn came into the view

The pretty little trees

All dressed in their colored leaves

A striking yellow, brown and red,

That Mother Nature had create

Her dainty fingers work them down

As they fall on to the ground

And crackle as people walk upon

The path that had been adorn

By the falling leaves of autumn trees

White covered the pretty trees

And turn them bare

As little flakes float down with ease

And settle on the doorstep

A unique pattern in each snowflake

That is of course if you take

The time to observe

The peaceful scenery of silent winter

And the purring of the heater

Toads under stones

A resting

Till spring arise again.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

The paradox of our time. -George Carlin

the paradox of our time

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but
shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more,
but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and
smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees
but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more
problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too
little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our
possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and
hate too often.

We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to
life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but
have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer
space but not inner space.

We’ve done larger things, but not better things. We’ve cleaned up the air,
but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less.

We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold
more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less
and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small
character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of
two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.

These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one
night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer,
to quiet, to kill.

It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the
stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time
when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.


Saturday, May 22, 2010


There are plenty of moments in life when i'd like to cry.
I'd like to cry when friendship sailed away.
I'd like to cry when what i said don't count to a person i cared about.
I'd like to cry when i'm feeling helpless over the directions of things in my life.
I'd like to cry when i look back and thought about why i cared
I'd like to cry because insanely, i still do.
I'd like to cry when i let it all happen to me, and i took it in.
I'd like to cry when i do let the tears come by.

I'd like to cry when i can't cry.

But i can't control the moments when i do cry.
And when i do cry, the tears just can't stop gushing.

Tears are just useless blobs of liquid that does nothing.
But god help me, i'd like to cry.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Life Quote

In life we need small, mean things like loopholes, once in awhile to appreciate the smooth ride ahead.

- deezer-

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Is it the patient, or the doctor?

Yvonne Foong is a victim of a rare disease called Neurofibromatosis, which causes a string of tumours to grow up her spinal cords and near her brain. This compresses her nerves and paralyses her in many ways, in which, took plenty of years to recover from and to walk again. Partially blind and deaf, even now, she's still battling to live a normal life. Before all of this, she was just a regular growing teen, learning ballet and figure skating, passionate and confident about her future. And though this disease might have crippled her in many ways physically, she stayed strong and pull through with the expertise of modern medical help. She writes about her life in her website, and aims to create awareness and support for her cause.

I thought this particular article she wrote ring plenty of bells for us, to what most of us face from our doctors in Malaysia, especially those working under our goverment.

Read on if you please.

Article: Is the patient lazy or the doctor?

Mom just told me that the UMMC doctor said dad can walk, he just doesn’t want to move. I told mom not to believe her.

Unfortunately. I am all too familiar with these doctors. That happened to me when I had my spine surgery at KLGH in 2002.

After Neurosurgeon Johari Sinegar removed multiple tumors along my upper thoracic spine, I couldn’t sit or stand. When I propped the bed higher and higher to sit up on my own, one of the doctors who I suppose was the MO said to me, “What’s the use of sitting up when you cannot even walk?” The doctors and nurses said that I was lazy.

They wanted to discharge me even before the physiotherapist could work with me beyond simple bed exercises. Mom yelled at the doctor and asked him how could he discharged me when I could not even walk.

He buckled up and allowed me to stay on. Then the physiotherapist could continue to work with me. Two of them needed to do it together. One carried me and held my body upright. Another bent down to hold both my feet in the standing position. My soles could not even feel the floor when we started. I felt like floating and was afraid of collapsing.

They did this a couple of times before giving me a walker. With the walker, the physiotherapist clung onto me and the walker closely as we walked to make sure I did not fall. It hurt so much to walk but I recovered all thanks to the physiotherapists.

So when doctors in this country say that you are lazy, they just want to be done with your case as soon as possible. Don’t let them pull down your self-esteem.

Just a lil food for thought. You can trust anyone, but above all, you must trust yourself.

TC! ~ DEezer/

Monday, May 3, 2010

Hello heartache, you can suck it.

Dear loyal readers, non-loyal reader, passerby, accidental clickers, and friends alike.

Yesterday i had perhaps, one of the many gloomy days of my life.

Not that my everyday is plastered in grey and black of course.

And it got me thinking how alone we are in this world when we're down. How much gloom can suck us into dusty cracks of the old life so fast, that your head's left spinning upon impact.

How a mere glance, and small encouraging word and a the touch of a true friend can change all that.

It's funny cause at the point when you thought you ARE alone, and you go over that self-pity routine, mop around in your pink fluffy room and post in on your hypocritical blog and BAM it hits you that there's a squillion of others out there worse off then you.

But of course, Africa's starving, and Pandas in China are crying themselves to extinction. Why'd you think they've blacks around the eyes. And then we have the ultimate global warming that's slowly sinking earth into another cold yogurt of mess at different poles and frying them at others.

Thank the ol G.W for your skin problems sweety.

And you think, HECK, I HAVE PROBLEMS?

yeah, i goddamnwell do. So do every single fudging entity or being on earth.

So i need to suck it up, and stop harbouring on past fudgeups =)

and Tommorow WILL be a better day.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010


People around me tells me courage is to stand up for things you want, to go out and speak in public, to rebel and advocate for associations and pro bono work.

Articles tell me that courage stands for men willing to risk their lives in a battle for the lives of others, women that had triumphed the odds in every sense, Athletes running around the world as representatives for a cause and children who runs into burning shacks to save their younger siblings.

All those are very much courageous; true to word.

But the first time i learn about courage is from a book by Enid Blyton.
It takes courage to admit insecurities.
It takes courage to believe that things are possible
It takes courage to be yourself.
It takes courage to admit that you are lonely.
And finally, it takes courage to go through each and every day standing true to your values, and what makes you, well... You.

Courage don't have to be large and acknowledge by a bunch of overeager crowd of fans.
Courage starts small, and is that quiet voice, telling you is OK to feel the way you do, when the whole world gives you the stink eye.

And finally, courage is that small voice telling you, tomorrow I'll try again.

I'm Sorry.

There's a song that goes, "Sorry seems to be the hardest words." But it's not the words that are difficult. It's meaning them. And not stopping until the injured party believes you do.
-Mitch Albom-

It's not the sorry that people seek, but the knowledge that the person is well and truly, regretful of their actions...

Perhaps when those five letter spouts like a watering can off our flowery society, it seemed more of a polite gesture, than a well meant, sincere apology.

Because when you do it brashly, there's no need to swallow your ego and humble yourself.
And when the other party refuses to accept the apology, or show signs and indications that they are still not letting it go, you became furious and upset claiming that the whole purpose is to make you feel bad.

Is it fair to say that this mindset is in fact, Individualistic?

Saying sorry doesn't put you in the mercy of others. It only puts you within the confrontation of your conscience and yourself. Because you know that you are gripped with a sense of contrition, when you understand the other party might not be able to fully forgive you.

That's when you place yourself in a disposition that allows you to say that you truly are, sorry.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

detritus of life.

Wants to be really good at ten things in life before I'm wiped out from the face of earth by whatever that's waiting for me round the bend.

Ok, maybe five. 8D

Thursday, March 18, 2010


`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

-Through The Looking Glass (Alice in Wonderlan)

A corny issue.

For the sake of those who had suffered long enough in silence... i shall put a few cues here on how to get rid of this corny situation once and for all, pun intended!

Corny Solution A
Wait for it to go off. This could probably take awhile, from a few months to a few years (i kid you not) but you could save the trouble of spending any MAHNAY. By then however, all you could think of is you should spend a lil time and effort and some $$$ to get rid of the darn FUDGERING corn. You wouldn't want to do that.

trust me, i did.

Corny Solution B
Get yourself a corn plaster from one of those handy 24/7 pharmacies.
Apply it as instructed
(aka place plaster with round spongy thinger directly on top of corn, surrounding it. )
After noticing that your skin is hardened and peeling (after a day or more from application) proceed to cutting and digging the skin around it till it's you reach a white center part and dig that out. Dip feet into warm water beforehand so it's easier to snip at it. Continue this process everyday until everything is cleared.

lHurts like Fudging Helll. This method is ineffective for me, but whatever.
it might work for you.
Most people i know recommends it.

My skin is however, extra thick and very very stubborn.

Corny Solution C
Aloe Vera. Snip a piece of Aloe Vera leaf off your mom's favourite "tong sui" plant, and apply exposed area (the wet wet one la) onto affected area on foot.
Never tried it, it's traditional.
Apparently it works. Maybe after, you could make yourself some nice HK feet tongsui.. Yummm..

Corny Solution D
Purchase Duofilm (Or hydrochloric acid, according to a friend) from the pharmacy. External use only, please do not swallow unless you're planning on taking your own life, if that's the case then feel free to do so (but you didn't hear it from me of course). Apply around infected area and a drip or two ON corn. Chant some self healing mantra, sleep it off and voila!
To speed process, PEEL AND CUT THE DWANG THING OUT. =)

again, pain factor remains unavoidable. Still, it's better than having that constant piercing pain. If you've had it, you would know it. ♥


Sunday, March 14, 2010


my life is pretty simple. it's my feelings that complicates it.

Monday, March 8, 2010

"For pen is mightier then one's sword
For wounds hurts less then a word and a thought
And a cut that gnaws the soul, the heart
Echoes on, lingered after all has part."

Monday, January 25, 2010

Regina's Advices on LIFE

Written By Regina Brett, 90 years old, of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio

"To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me.

It is the most-requested column I've ever written."

My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once


1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.

2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.

3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.

4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.

5. Pay off your credit cards every month.

6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.

7... Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.

8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.

9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.

10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.

11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.

12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.

13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.

14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.

15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.

16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.

17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.

18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.

19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.

20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.

21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie.

Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.

22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.

23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.

24. The most important sex organ is the brain.

25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.

26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?'

27. Always choose life.

28. Forgive everyone everything.

29. What other people think of you is none of your business.

30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.

31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.

32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.

33. Believe in miracles.

34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.

35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.

36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.

37. Your children get only one childhood.

38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.

39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.

40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.

41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.

42. The best is yet to come.

43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.

44. Yield.

45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift."

Ladies, how bout four husbands? =)

Ladies, how about four husbands?

JAN 13 — Recently, an article written by Nadine al-Bedair My Four Husbands and I created a furor among the Saudi conservatives. The said essay was picked up by the English media, though it hardly mustered a mention in Malaysia.

Reading it, I thought Khaled Diab’s analysis of al Bedair’s prose as honest, practical and that Bedair put forth her arguments wittily.

Diab commented, “Nadine al-Bedair quite sensibly posed the logical question: if Muslim men are entitled to marry up to four wives, why can’t women, in the spirit of equality between believers, have four husbands?

“I have long questioned why it is men have a monopoly on this right. No one has been able to explain to me convincingly why it is I’m deprived of the right to polyandry,” she complains.

The outspoken Saudi then goes on to deconstruct and question the traditional justifications for polygamy, including that, in a traditional patriarchal society, it is a shelter for widows, divorcees and women who can’t find a spouse; that men have greater sexual appetites than women and get easily bored; that women can’t handle more than one man; and that, if women could have multiple husbands, determining paternity would not be possible (an excuse made obsolete by modern science).”

“They tell me that I, as a woman, can’t handle more than one man physically. I say that women who cheat on their husbands and the ‘sellers of love’ [ie. prostitutes] do much more,” she counters.

I have to agree: what makes people think that women are truly the weaker sex and can barely handle one man’s ferocious appetite for sex?

Because I know many women who play out of their relationships and marriages, and there’s a growing number of polyamorous types walking and living in this city.

And do think about it: with women being more educated and financially independent, what can ONE MAN offer her? Not all men are good in bed, you know.

One man for love, one man for money, one man for sex and one man for great deep meaningful conversation.

And before you boys get riled up and start waving your er, ‘keris’ to prove your manhood, observe the more up-market hotel lounges and coffeehouses. Those ladies who lunch and look like boiled eggs? You think the boys with them are their SONS?

So. Let’s say we want to halalkan zina. Perhaps by legitimising the affairs, women too should be allowed four husbands.

“Ha? You dah gila ke. Laki satu pun dah pening, nak empat lagi?” A friend was incredulous.

Ah, ladies. This is where we err. Allow me to quote a good friend who is KL’s style maven: Dzireena Mahadzir. In her last column she told us to think like a man. And to think like a man is to compartmentalise. Remember!

One man for love

One man for money.

One man for sex

One man for great deep meaningful conversation.

You repeat all the four lines 1,000 times a day in front of you mirror. InsyAllah.

I have this friend who’s a Shiite and she’s younger than me. Devout, she has had six husbands already.

“Oh my God, you’re only 30 and you’ve had six husbands?!”

“Dina, I kahwin mutaah! We Shiites can do so!”

“What on earth is that?” Kahwin lari I had heard. Mutaah no.

According to the Jakim website: “Nikah Mutaah (kahwin kontrak) iaitu meletakkan syarat untuk menjadi pasangan suami isteri buat sementara atau beberapa tahun sahaja.

Para fuqaha’ telah bersepakat telah menyatakan bahawa kahwin mut’ah hanya dibenarkan pada awal perkembangan Islam.Kebenaran pada masa itu adalah dengan tujuan untuk memperkembangkan Islam dan setelah hari pembukaan Mekah perkahwinan seperti itu telah diharamkan dan pengharaman tersebut adalah selama-lamanya. Ia bukan suatu yang bidaah atau yang baru diada-adakan cuma ada antara mazhab dalam Syiah yang membenarkan perkahwinan tersebut.

Dan pada masa ini, berlaku juga persetujuan bersama pasangan suami isteri tentang tempoh tertentu sebagai syarat perkahwinan untuk kepentingan peribadi, harta benda dan sebagainya samada disedari ataupun tidak bahawa meletakkan tempoh tertentu sebagai syarat itu pun menyebabkan tidak sah akad. .” [1], [2]

Wah, I also want la. I want to be Malaysia’s Elizabeth Taylor! I want I want!

Now what is the argument against polyandrous women?

The very enlightening and humorous book on genetics and evolution Why Beautiful People Have More Daughters by Alan S. Miller and Satoshi Kanazawa explains what monogamy, polygyny and polyandry are. Monogamy is the marriage of one man to one woman while polygyny is the marriage of one man to more than one woman.

Polyandry is the marriage of one woman to more than one man. Polygamy is the more popular term for polygyny, though the term refers to both.

“Now, the fact that polyandry is very rare in human society decidedly does not mean that married women have always been faithful to their husbands and mated with one man. On the contrary, human females have been promiscuous throughout their evolutionary history.”

The issue of paternity arises as men decide to stake claims on their progeny, and while polygynous men would be able to discern whose child is whose (which wife), with polyandrous women, it would be much, much harder. Sperm from different males have to fight with each other to impregnate the female.

Which is why the human penis is shaped the way it is.

The book quoted Gordon G Gallup and his collaborators. “The shape of the human penis… is shaped like a wedge.”

When a human male and human female copulate, the thrusting motions the penis makes “would be to draw foreign semen back away from the cervix…

“So in the case of polyandrous females, their males partners will be competing to scoop out rival sperms.

“In other words, the human penis is a semen displacement service.”

It’s a shovel.

So there you have it, my dear readers. The scientific reason behind the move against polyandry: safeguarding your progeny. Me Tarzan you Jane and this is my monkey.

Truth is, at least among my women friends and me, fidelity and monogamy are the most practical options. I quote another friend, “Aiyo, kalau one man dah berapa round, ni nak empat, mati keras aku woi…”

Readers with no sense of humour are not allowed to read my column.

Readers who think they are smarter than everyone else who reads TMI are not allowed to read my column.

Readers who think they are the next Messiah and already have a place in Heaven definitely CANNOT read my column.

[1] Note to readers: you are all Malaysians. If you can quarrel about the Allah issue, you can translate the above into English yourself.

[2] Note to readers II: yes, I am too lazy to translate it for you.

-Dina Zaman

Friday, January 22, 2010

Aome Ann-ish Quotes, just for fun =D

When you're down, look inside yourself. Find your inspiration and motivation.
When you're down, look around yourself. Find the people in your life who have supported you all this while.

Then finally, ask yourself. Why after being blessed with all these and yet you are not happy.

No other things in life will matter more than how you live your life. Seek not the path that will take you no where but despair but instead find the way that will inspire you and push you forward in life.
Looking back won't change what is already done but looking forward can change that which has not yet been done.

thang says:
i gues like it or not watever ppl around say will affect u in some way
some more n some less tats allso in the end u gotta look into urself n do d thing tat u feel is most right regardless of hu u r dealing with.

And from her collections of quotations.

"And what shall we pray for those who have lost, Not sight of the goal, But sight of the cost? Many a finish, Many an end, For enemy, for lover, For betrayer, for friend

Prayers may not change things for you but it may change you for things.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Hey girl =)

Listened to this song and thought of you. =) You know who you are.

Short Note from Writer ,

Wrote this yesterday. It's about that friend that you've held a grudge with for such a long time that you forget what the conversation was about.

Hope you like! :)

Much Love,

When The Lights Burn Out
By Chris Cendana Copyright 2007

When it's cold,
i think of you and things feel like old times
And the laughs we had warm me inside
my mind is at ease
when thinking of you and me
Had a fight on our last go round
No idea my world would come right down
With nothing left to hold
It's crazy to know,
That you would still be there..

And I want you to know, I'll be here till my hair falls out
and shining when the lights burn out
I know it's been while but I can't help smile =)
When you turn my world upside down

Yes, I know it's been years (feels like years)
since we've talked on the phone this long
And didn't say who was wrong
Let's try to make this right
I need some of you in my life

Take some time to reflect
on the day that our friendship was set aside
By the words that got mixed up in my mind
A simple flaw is enough to destroy us all

I admit I was wrong, but dragging this out too long
Was enough for me to write this song
And say I'm sorry for all the things I've done.

And I want you to know,
I'll be here till my hair falls out
and shining when the lights burn out
I know it's been while but I can't help smile =)
When you turn my world upside down

Yes, I know it's been years since we've talked on the phone this long
And didn't say who was wrong
Let's try to make this right
I need some of you in my life
When the lights burn out. . .

Friday, January 15, 2010

Insult. XD

shadowed city slumbers silently, a second story suite come craving courtship, selected serindipitously crazed copulation, a salacious storm of continuos coitus spread, straddled, conquered. Countless crashed suitors strewn carelessly center, silken sheets sensously caressing soft skin, contentedly sleeps your mom. XD

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Traces of you.

Did spring cleaning for my room today, and found traces of high school everywhere, from books to magazines. Can't help noticing how much of our lives are wired together, tangled in a web dusty year books that preserved our memories for good. Hardly surprising, considering the fact that we are sisters after all. Though many would have beg to differ at our clashing characteristics in every way. But to say that me and her are like fire and water would be incorrect. True to life, we do not compliment each other at all. But unlike fire and water, when pushed together, we can make quite a inferno team.

Maybe it's cause our weaknesses were slapped onto each other faces so blatantly and unwillingly we learn to work around each other or maybe it's cause we simply know too much of what makes us tick, hence pushing out the better bits.

Or maybe it's simply cause we know too much.

Perhaps, it would be more spot on to say we're more like oil and water, able to mix, but better off separated. After all, what can you do with water mixed with oil?

You know how it's like when you try to wash off all the slimy oil from that dish?
I'm still looking for the right detergeant.

Because no matter how hard i scrub, it won't go away.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Love Quotes?

Most relationships tend to fail
Not because of the absence of love
Love is always present
It’s just that one is being loved too much
And the other was being loved too little

Love is magic
The more we hide it
The more it shows
The more you suppress it
The more it grows

That’s what love is
You take a leap and hold your breath
Hoping that one day
Someone will catch you

You need to learn to let go when you’re hurting too much
Realize that sometimes love just isn’t enough
And accept the fact that things aren’t always gonna be the same

Sometimes you think you’re already over a person
Until you see them smile at you again
You’ll suddenly realize that you’re really not

Love is like handing someone a gun
Having them point it at your heart
And trusting them never to pull the trigger

If I had to choose between loving you and breathing
I would use my last breath to tell you that I love you

Love is when you still love that one guy
Even though you know he doesn’t