itu singa agaknya....

itu singa agaknya....

Woman hospitalised by tiger painting

A Chinese pensioner had to be taken to hospital after she mistook a painting of a tiger for the real thing.

The woman, in her 70s, spotted the 'tiger' in a dark alleyway after shopping at a nearby supermarket.

According to Shanghai Evening Post, she screamed, turned and ran after seeing a 'tiger' coming at her.

But the woman, who the paper named as Mrs Wang, slipped on ice and fell heavily.

Passersby rushed to Mrs Wang's aid to find her nervously stammering: "Tiger, tiger, there's a tiger" and pointing down the alleyway.
But the tiger turned out to be a painting hung in a calligraphy and painting shop window.

To draw business, the shop owner had put a light behind the paint to create a lifelike impression.

See what happens when u believe everything you see. Bodoh, bodoh tapi kesian eh. Well blind faith in the surface is a very dangerous thing. What do i mean? I mean if u take everything at face value, believe in everything someone says or judge a person by his/her outlook ur bound to get burned..or in the case of Mrs. Wang, bummed. Well she may be damn old but blind-faith-in-surface syndrome is something that afflicts almost everyone at one point or another. Everyone's been guilty of indulging in the odd rumour or two. And for every genuine good person out there, there's bound to be that insecure prick who revels in spreading defamatory stories abt someone else just to soothe their insecurities. But hey, life's like that rite? U got to deal wit the good and the bad. I dun care anymore lah...think what u want to think of me. I'm happy with my Winston in one hand and a good dvd playin on my small 21" tv....lalalalelelelilili. that's all for today. thank you. come again.
(hehehe just bought meself the harold & kumar dvd...so very the happy)

lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala

ode to the insomniac

ode to the insomniac

tired....eyes barely open.
but still awake
waiting for the moment
yearning for excitement

looking forward to the unknown
things were never meant to be this way
but c'est la vie
unpredictability...what keeps me from decay

where am i going?
not for me to decide...
the seeds are for my sowing
but the rest is up to him

perfect i'm not
but that i realise
noone is...never will be

acceptance is the key
acceptance without compromise

dont get me wrong, i mean
we should all give and take
but not when it involves our principles
or eating cake

with that i end
hoping this gives me something i need
no, not the mocha ice blend
but something real deep
i need to get some sleep


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apologies to all.

isn't she lovely

isn't she lovely

ok. two days ago i was sitting at home, after whole day of getting over the dnd at disney (will post pics soon) and i caught pretty woman. a nice movie, not one of my ultimate faves but certainly watchable. i particularly like the opening shot of a pre-fame julia roberts...she looks so real in this movie. very very good writing, testament to its evergreeness that we can still watch it today without finding it cliched. none of the "I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy asking him to love her" -like diabetically sweet ott statements.

richard gere was probably damn happy to get that part. after american giggolo, which i thought was damn cool, i'm too young to remember any other movies in between pretty woman too really form a bigger impression of him. in PW he is the good-looking rich playboy who yearns for love but prefers to spend time in the boardroom dismantling companies than time in the nursery picking out colours for the baby's comforter. in short a commitment phobe although being a hollywood movie, "he just hadnt found the right one" is the mantra of the flick. i mean admitting that richard gere was just like all the rest of us guys would surely mean box-office bomb. key words in this paragraph are in italics or made bold

i like richard gere. i liked him best in internal affairs where he plays a crooked cop(its this movie that infernal affairs was supposed to be based on which is ironic that martin scorcese is making another movie based on the hongkong trilogy...full circle indeed). he has this devil may care kinda of vibe going for him. but he wasnt really acting in this. all he does is throw a glance or two with his squinty eyes and throw a wad or two of cash and get miss roberts a whole new wardrobe. yet this was probably one of his best remembered movies.

its a waste. i mean i know the movie's more like a julia roberts vehicle but she was a newbie then man. gere's star was on the rise. i mean i don't doubt the man is talented, he was cool in "Chicago" but a tad one dimensional he may be.

but thats life aint it. pierce brosnan (my 2nd fave bond...ok maybe 3rd...roger moore's bond was funnier), andy garcia, harrison ford...all these guys have a few things in common...they can act but they are devilishly good-looking in a rougish kind of way. i respect them all in certain respects but they would never be where they are today if they looked like anyone else. someone like tom hanks though is really an exception. he practically carved out his own market. the average looking leading man.

u cant blame anyone for being good looking. you cant blame yourself for wanting to see good stuff. thats why i sometimes feel a little bemused when people say looks dont matter. it does man. haha...it always has and always will. its those people who accept that fact but realise that they prefer something more in the spiritual or personality department who's got things right.
its really up to those who got it to flaunt it the way they want it. people lacking in that have to develop some other skill and use that to their advantage. for some its a blessing to be ugly cos they develop a sharper wit or a glibber(is there such a word?) tongue or they learn to accept their fate and move on to bigger better or maybe suckier things.

still...when it comes to tv and movies - superficiality is the soup of the day. we've been slurping it for years before and its gonna be that way in years to come with baskets of bread accompanying it. so all that crap about the inner beauty being more important, throw it out of the window and tune in to the idiot box for an hour or two. when ur done, climb out the window and wear that crap back on your head. i bet you for most the craps still out there somewhere lost with the new years resolutions of old...i know i know, its too dangerous rite, climbing's for monkeys. i'm no different, cheryl tweedy u rock my boat.

you make me wanna leave the one i'm with
and start a new relationship with you
this is what you do.....

the one who laughs last, laughs the first laugh last...

the one who laughs last, laughs the first laugh last...

City of Pewaukee - A 70-year-old Wauwatosa man tried to blame a car accident on a fictitious friend after his car left eastbound Highway 16 near I-94, rolled over and wound up down a hill in a ditch between 300 and 400 feet from the road.

wouldnt it be cool if u could blame every mistake u've ever made on someone else?

-i'm a neurotic social retard because my dad didnt buy me the old ghostbuster's figures that i needed for my healthy progression into late childhood.

-or i have the urge to pinch women i dont know on the streets because i was never hugged as a child.

it seems that all problems tend to be the result of someone else's mistake than our own. i mean maybe the two scenario's i laid before you can really be attributed to the reasons they offer ( i can really feel the pain the kid in the first example felt) but what about everything else? what or who do u blame if you turn out to be a complete jack-ass with an ego the size of kuala lumpur, someone who cannot admit for one moment that someone else knows more about something than he does. or who do u blame for turning out to be a compulsive nice guy who lets everyone walk on him?

i mean i've always respected people who above all can accept that they made a mistake. i think its the basis of any relationship ( although its always easier to do so in a proffesional rather than personal setting) . but i think its also human nature to want to deflect any blame from themselves no matter how miniscule the subject at hand may be. i know someone who insisted that he knew his music but didnt know that destiny's child started as a foursome. i mean i'm not really a fan but when i mentioned his mistake, he flew into a mini-rage of insistance. chill out man...i dont wanna be right if it means so much to u. although i think ur stupid for thinking u know more than u do but thats besides the point

pride is only as good as ur integrity

ok. i know it may seem like i'm preaching a whole lot but believe me i try my best to be this way. cos even if i get my point across, if it is the wrong point and i know it i wont ever have the satisfaction. i rather admit it and hopefully learn more from it. i should be sleeping or at least studying now. got a paper tmr. but here i am writing all this. i blame my dad.

c'mere lemme touch on you, i let you touch on me
put my tongue on you, you put your tongue on me
lemme ride on you can you can ride on me
we can do it all night....

was it something i said?

was it something i said?

ok. its almost 4. i'm still awake despite watching two movies. TWO!! and u know why? well i do and if u buckle down and read this entry i'll tell u why. i cant sleep because i drank two shots of espresso straight up like u would a tequila shot. i like my coffee....thats why i dun drink it all the time but i had to juz now. why? i'm getting to it.....bcos anisa was late. anisa..my colleague at sb-tp. well she's always late lah so today we at the store had a lil betting game. how many mins will dear old anisa be late by. well the ever so wise adib kosnan predicted 10 mins...placing undivided faith in his knowledge of his dear friend. and guess wat...she came at 1 min past the 10 mins....meaning i lost and so i had to drink the shots and so i'm here explaining to u why i'm here at 4 am in the morning.

ok. so with not being able to sleep, and the 11 am alarm i set myself for tmr seemingly impossible to adhere too, at times like this u dun want a job, i began that painful process call thinking. life is like a football match. u got a bunch of guys running after one ball all around the pitch of unpredictability and when the team gets a shooting opportunity, the forward kicks air and fall flat on his face. if the forward was me....he'd make contact with the ball sending it 500 metres wide of goal and then fall flat on his face.

serious shit man. sometimes i dun even know why i try. girls are extremely imcomprehensiveably ununderstandable. (if u havent figured out that this entry was abt girls than obviously u are of the so called "Fairer" sex...so u use whitening lotion, big deal - that was so lame its scary....)

say i like a girl and she likes me. of course she will never act like she feels because she aint sure if this guy is worth liking more than she already likes him. thus is born the whole "jual mahal" process....where the girl plays hard to get. but get this....what if the two of u shared one fantastic conversation spanning 5 hours, this during ur very first conversation. do u play hard to get after that? well u could argue that i'm a downright goblok for not making the next move. but how can u move when all ur moves are shot down. ok that was an isolated incident which i happen to be a lil perplexed about but hey it was juz one of the many wrong moves adib kosnan has made in his love life.

it would be fun if everything was as simple as the movies rite? u meet a french girl on a train...spend the night with her talking about all the stuff u've always thought about but never shared with anyone, walk thru vienna, chill out and end up having sex and falling in love (not necessarily in that order) then say goodbye in the morning promising to meet in 6 months time. well 'before sunset' was a nice thought ( and a fucking great movie*ethan hawke before all the gattaca shit ) but i have a feeling thats all its gonna be...a nice thought.

ok. so i'm only 19, 20 later this july. but the closest i've had to any connection like that is with a dear friend who i'll never seriously consider starting a relationship with and ditto on her part (she likes girls). my only gf...the only one i've been out more than a week with (try a year and 3 heartbreaking months) was someone i'd been chasing (lusting) after for 4 whole years. since the short-pants era of lower secondary life. and i realised pretty much that i couldnt be myself around her...i built this whole other persona and i could not share with her in a way that i want to. blame it on youthful exuberance or the fact that she was a freaking babe and i just wanted to be with her.

i guess i'm past playing around. i mean i still wanna play but i dun wanna play bad enough to go out and actually engage in the games...although sometimes all i can talk about is playing...but its not the playing thats the point..its the talking about the playing...get it? no? tsk tsk girls! u know wat i mean. i juz want someone who i can have a nice argument with...totally relative to the fact that we complement each other and do stupid things that ur only allowed to do once and with one person only. but i guess i am my greatest enemy.

cos when i find someone who resembles all this...even vaguely, i panic and i act stupid and i scare them off with the desperate vibe u get from a loser. i call it the ben stiller syndrome. cos i like the guy and i think his movies are based on my life even though they have a strongly worded disclaimer on most movies that denies me from claiming the royalties i so richly deserve. this movie is based on fictitious events and any similarities to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.... i'm mr furious from mystery men ok. ok back to the topic. yeah...i scare them off...and regretfully i think i've let some really cool ppl slip away, not too mention some not so cool but oh so hot babes, ok not really lah. (hell yeah i did)<--guys.

so here i am....baring myself to u guys in a caffeine-laden and probably ill-advised entry. ladies....gentlemen, this is me and all thoughts on this matter are welcome. why? cos my tag-board is embarrasingly bare and i wanna know who's been reading this blessed excuse for a blog. help will ya? please? dun make me get on my knees....pretty please?

dun wake me
i plan on sleeping in

such great heights

such great heights

like i've said before...life is all about the ups and downs. but today, i'm gonna introduce another one of lifes simplicities.

the "peak"

some of us peak too early,
some of u peak very late
some of us never reach the peak at all
while others, like me, juz like to eat cake

ok...i dont have the ability to be too serious about anything. correction, i think i can get too serious about almost everything but then blow up all the tension with a seemingly carefree demeanour especially when i start singing or talking crap. but back to the topic in hand.

i've seen a lot of faces,
been to a lot of places.
heard a lot of stories
about people and their past glories.

its all find and dandy but it gets really sick when people overindulge, or in the case of a certain person i know, and am beginning to dislike a lil bit more every single time i see her, overtruth the telling, i mean overtell the truth...ok melebihkan apa yang ada(exaggerate...i was trying to not use the word cos i forgot if there was one or two x's in it).

everybody's insecure about something at least at sometime but by covering it up with a disgusting arrogance and know-it-all attitude is just sad. it makes me wonder if anything u said at all is true. personally i think this person just has never had her peak so she makes things up instead of working towards 'it'.

what is 'it'?
'it' is the defining moment in your life. the beauty of this concept is that its always relative to your life in the present. so you can always work towards hitting another. of course there will be that one time when every single thing falls into space and you are in uber funland, but fret not folks, u can always replicate that lovin feeling.

personally....i havent had the peak yet. and i sometimes do wonder if all i believe in, all my hard work will take me somewhere. (for those who know me, you know i'm not talkin bout sch rite?) maybe ill never fulfill the potential i'm supposed to possess. i know a lot of ppl out there who are only too happy to shoot down someone else's confidence just becos they ain't got any. to them i say go fuck yourself with the excuse you call for a pinky. i mean if i dun get there, of course ill be disappointed...but the thing is life takes u to other places, places where perharps u were meant to be at from the start...so there's always something to look fwd to.

so boys and girls, the moral of this story is...if ever u feel like u dun matter or u feel like just slitting your wrists. please dont. nothing is worth doing that. juz grit ur teeth, bear with it for awhile cos eventually, if you work at it...u'll hit ur "peak". i can almost see mine now.





oh wait, my specs were dirty, nothing there anymore. i mean not yet.

tell me again, can we be lovers and friends
i got to know baby
ooh oh uooh

tell me again

tell me again

sitting at home, nursing a hurt foot, a heavy head and a broken body. our hero lies on his not very comfortable excuse for a bed (the one that u roll out from a sofa). he stares at the ceiling trying to fathom why he's been left in this state *although the not going to school part was kinda nice*. it all started out innocently enough....

wed
he went to school and had the gargantuan task of getting thru a whole days worth of law tutorials, his ill-advisedly chosen cds and his mandatory media law module. after gallantly chasing away the sleep demons that did cause him to take a few winks during mr. ferlin's class, he then proceeded to try film his broadcast journalism assignment. things were run of the mill even boring. thats when he saw her. running towards salvation he managed to coax her into saying a few words for the camera. after his job was done, he sensed that all was not well...so he ran after her and got her name.......but not her number. our hero apparently does not think straight under the influence of a pretty face.

thurs
boring

fri
work=more boredom

sat
work....after work our hero went to videoezy. had to ask the cute cashier who never smiles a few quetions abt renting his dvds...she still hasnt smiled. went home with a pain in his foot like he had some 2 months before.

sun
slept all day until he was forced to go to the doctors by the evil force known as mak and bapak. got an mc though...wasnt too bad.

so now he lay staring at the ceiling...wondering wat to do.....boring boring boring

You know you like it like that,
You don't have to fight back,
Here's a pillow - bite...that,
And I'll be settin' seperate plays,
So on all these separate days,
Your legs can go they separate...ways.....hehe

sick and tired

sick and very much tired

you think i'm juz another convenient pawn in the game of your life. did u ever give a damn bout every single thing i did for u. the life i squandered because of u. you couldnt be any more selfish.

i hate u.
u and all ur superficial ideals.
u wanted everything to be perfect but look at yourself.
i hope he breaks u down and steps on u when he's at it.
cos thats wat u did to me.

a wreck. an emotional wreck. because of u i dwell in the depths of undeserving self-mutilation of the thing i once had called confidence. cynical...thats all i've become. i hate myself now and its all because of u.

all i wanted was ....no point anymore lah.
i dun really mean all this.
i juz want to rant.
cos i miss u. and i hate myself for it.
now ill juz lie here...alone, waiting for someone, something, anything.

juz save me...please

Are these times contagious ?

I've never been this bored before,

Is this the prize I've waited for?

Now with the hours passing,

There's nothing left here to mature,

I long to find a messenger.



Is there a cure among us,

From this processed sanity ?

I weaken with each voice that sings.

Now in this world of purchase,

I'm going to buy back memories,

To awaken some old qualities.



Have I got a long way to run ?