Cameron highlands.. a place to convert strawberry lovers into haters... (pt. 2 - PICTURES!)

As promised (for i am a man of my word :P), here is part 2 of the Cameron trip coverage. Here are the 'wonderful' pictures that 'captured the moment' of my trip to Cameron, and mostly with my 'Davey/David Jones hat' (my father calls that hat as such in homage to one of the guys who defended the Alamo, who wore suh a hat) on which was a long lost relic from my childhood, which, sadly, was more popular than the person wearing it itself..:( but seriously pardon me for the many cam whoring pictures. Wait a minute why am i apologizing? according to my commandments, this is MY blog and I can do whatever the hell I want! Bleargh! :P All in all, I finally became a child again! WOOHOO!! For more information, refer to Part 1.

Me posing with my hat at the waterfall

Me being a God of Tranquility at the MARDI research centre

The colonial style English cottage (forgot to ask what it actually was, for i was totally engrossed taking pictures) which was situated at the MARDI research centre

The English style garden, also at that place. Was totally awesome!!

The view of the horizon in the morning, at the place where we spent the night. Clouds creating an awesome 'sky is falling' illusion

Now a picture of me viewing the BOH tea plantation, as if i own it.. One day, Ezzedin.. One day.

The second picture at the BOH tea plantation, this time a Titanic moment.. 'I'm flyinggggg!'

All in all, an excellent trip. I do wish I could do it again, this time with my family, or some of my close Uni friends (of which very few exist), for it would be so much fun. Though prunes and those trying to 'act macho', or 'act gedik' are not allowed ab initio, and shall be shot on the spot and dumped en route if discovered along the way on the trip.:P Will keep posting on this blog if there happens to be any interesting trips. FB out!

EzzE

Cameron highlands.. a place to convert strawberry lovers into haters... (pt. 1 - itinery & chronology of events)

Now i know its a bit late to write about this (a week to be exact) but then again a reminder to those who forgot; that i am the owner of my own bloody blog and i can do whatever the hell i want, whenever i want to. Anyways, i went to Cameron highlands on a last minute day trip with my friends from when i did my attachment. They just completed their legal aid , which is something i found out we law peepz will have to do after graduating (including a FUCKING ETHICS CLASS. shoot me, right now.), and the whole group decided to go on a trip to cameron highlands, being led by their Indian supervisor Mr. Mani (more on him later). The itinery went something like this..

DAY 1

0800-supposed gathering at Sentral, bus due to leave by around 0830 to 0900, which happened to leave at...

0930-bus finally got on its way. Slept most of the time, apart from the occasional jolting and scouring around for snacks, which i thankfully stocked up.. MMMmmmmmMMM smarties....

12++-reached the halfway point, at this waterfall which had a wierd name that i sadly forgot. Had nasi lemak there, and took some pictures. Climbed up a hell of alot of stairs, almost causing indigestion, and managed to be a sucessful haggler when i bought a wooden toy gun (managed to bring down the price from 10 to 8 ringgit.. Am i good or what? :P) All in all a nice stop, and had fun cam whoring there..

13++-the bus set foot again to meander further uphill, missing near accidents and close shaves. Almost fell off the steep ravines on the way up.

1430-reached some form of civilisation. What i meant was farms selling Strawberries and all sorts of fruits, and more strawberries- with ice cream, whipped cream, by itself, in yoghurt, in chocolate, with honey, blended into shakes, with biscuits, on wafer, on a salad, or even dried. (A particularly blur moment occured when i enquired with a little old lady selling fruits on whether the cherry tomato she was selling was actually a cherry or a tomato.. Poor lady. And in the end i didnt buy anything from her.:P). Also managed to get my friend who was doing attachment, to belanja me strawberries with yoghurt and honey which was simply exquisite!

1530-left the first of many strawberry farms to come, and carried on, encountering the first and last fast food stall to be seen, EVER. And it was a KFC for god's sake!!

1630-stopped at a MARDI (Malaysian Agricultural Research & Development Institute. Or at least thats what i think it is) research centre. Poor guy having to give informative walk through of the many plants cultivated at Cameron, while most of us, including and especially yours truly, was busy being a kid taking loads of pictures of myself posing with the landscape of which u shall lay your eyes on later on in this post..:) Of all the setbacks, this has got to be one of the redeeming factors of the cameron trip..

1730-left MARDI, and headed to our hotel, which was coincidentally owned by one of the peep's distant relatives who were tempting us to bludgeon them to death (reasons shall be discussed at the 1800 slot).

1745-turns out the bus couldn't go up the hill to the hotel with us in it coz there was a sign that didnt allow vehicles exceeding 6 tons to go up the hill (a point to ponder is that the bus's unladen weight is 10 to 11 tons, and surprisingly, it went up the fucking hill with no problems).. Back to the story, so we had to WALK UP THE BLOODY HILL WITH OUR BAGS!! THANK GOD I TRAVELLED LIGHT (which i shall regret at around 1830 to 1900).

1800-now, the snobbish accomodation owners fucked up our day. Here we are, all breathless climbing up the hill with our luggage, only to be told that we cant have the BBQ we were planning to make coz: a) the guys bungalow we were staying for the night is a strict no cooking area. b) there was a gazebo to have a BBQ with a conventional stove, only problem being OUR GRILL WAS A FUCKING ELECTRIC ONE. c) the kitchenettes for bungalows were FULLY BOOKED. And the only place that cooking can take place is at the service apartments where the girls were gonna be in. So much for BBQ. After being drenched by the rain on our parade, we headed to our respective places for some much needed R&R (and for most of the people, a much needed BATH).

1830-ok now we found out the bungalow was a farce. The bungalow was actually divided into EIGHT. our compartment consisted of a hall and 2 rooms. The plan was that the Malay guys and Indian guys were to share a unit (something about them shall be brought to light at around 0030). Another unit of the bungalow is shared by the Chinese guys and Indian girls, and the service apartment is cohabited by the Malay girls and the Chinese girls. The owners then came up to check on us, telling us that soaps and towels aren't provided (here is the reason why i regretted travelling light) and to not make noise after 11. And we thought Mahallahs were horrible.. We soon freshened up and left for the girls' apartment at...

2000-arrived at the girls' apartment only to find the food that was supposed to be completed was not. So we hung out and had fun chatting our tonsils off while our tummies started a choir till...

2110-Dinner is served.. Bon appetit.. The food cooked by the girls who were stuffed in the kitchen like sardines was amazing! splendid!! ate to our hearts content and hung out some more and chatted with each other until...

0000-everyone was full, woozy and a couple of kilos heavier. So the guys decided to head back. I was hoping to feel the cold, but in truth it wasn't as cold as i expected (probably coz i had extra layers of fat to protect me). The Malay guys, some with their girls, me alone with my 'imaginary girl', decided to hang out with them while the Indian guys went back first.

0030-i left the guys coz i was getting nauseous seeing their lovey dovey endeavours with their couples and since i wanted to give them space, headed back to the room. Upon reaching the room, i went in, only to be greeted by the sight of DRUNK INDIANS. ALL THE FUCKING INDIANS INCLUDING THE STUPID SUPERVISOR WERE DRUNK!!!! Was a hairy moment passing by them, and im glad to report i wasn't hurt. In the room i decided to bathe WITHOUT A HEATER, something i regretted. The blood rushed out of my poor hands at that time, and my heart was beating as if it was about to explode.. Lol..

DAY 2

0600-woke up, freshened up and bathed, this time with a heater.

0700-headed out to the girls apartment again and awaited breakfast before visiting all the farms. Indian guys were hung over and didnt come with us. Phew.

0900-aftr breakfast, we left to the first destination, BOH tea plantation!!

0930-reached the tea plantation, and was greeted by an obnoxious Indian BOH guide by the name of Parthi. Was gonna reshape his face actually, coz he was a cocksure son of a gun who was very rude to us. He even demeaned his own companies products, like the tea bags and flavoured tea! But the plantation itself was F.A.B.U.L.O.U.S.. The view was splendid, the food was nice, and so was the tea! The scenery though... Fantastic.. Again one more redeeming factor of the trip.

1100-left the tea plantation and headed to a bee farm. I managed to have a chat with the bus driver who was still remorseful after seeing me climb up the hill the day before (see 1745, Day 1) and so, i managed to make him feel even more guilty to the extent that he bought me a drink as a sign of apology.:P the farm itself was so boring we were there only till..

11.30-left the stupid bee farm and headed to *GASP* another strawberry farm... We were there for only 30 minutes, and majority of the journey involved walking quite a distance downhill to our bus. Interestingly on the journey down, we came across a medley of items and interesting consummables. Like a fried stall selling nice fried food like fresh potato chips on a long stick, footlong sausages and some nuggety stuff with cheese and mushrooms inside! and we could choose the flavour of our fried foodstuff too!! And oh.. many other crappy shops trying to cash in on the strawberry craze..

1300-we finally left that area, and headed off downhill. But before really setting off on our perilous journey downhill, we stopped by a flower shop. There, my friends and i tormented this small Chinese boy entrusted to run a flower shop. We asked so many questions till he was clearly flummoxed not knowing who and what to answer. Poor guy.. I managed to ask the driver to wait coz i wanted to take an a la Hindustani pose at the back of the shop where there was a rusty metal bridge overlooking a nice lake. Only after i boarded (much to the annoyance of everyone else who had already boarded the bus) did we REALLY make our way downhill.

13++-1800- the trip was so long, we all slept throughout the journey back and there wasnt much to report anyway from this point onwards. It was just that everyone dreaded heading back to civilisation and reality coz despite all the foibles, it was actually an awesome escape from the dreariness of our daily lives.

All in all i really felt it was money well spent. My only wish was that it could have been alot longer. Coz a day was surely not enough. But i did successfully return back to my childhood days, and it was something i cherish and shall treasure forever. Thats one thing i can really thank Cameron for. For giving me back my childhood, albeit for a brief moment. But just having a taste of how it was being a total child again was a really rewarding and gratifying feeling, especially bearing in mind that our childhood is slowly slipping away from our fingers as we slip further into the maw of adulthood and resonsibilities.

Lessons learnt that would be of use to others:

1)cameron highland ladies, especially the older ones, prefer to be called mak cik rather than kak. They dont buy our efforts of flattery and dismiss our haggling skills ab initio.:(

2)when going up, be sure to have your consumption of strawberries cut off, perhaps around 5 years beforehand, for i swear you will be sick of it when you are there. When you get down, like me, you will vow to knock out the teeth of people who ever utter the 'S' word to you, and you will not want strawberries for another couple of years to come....

3)wearing a furry cap with a tail at the back often gets you attention, and many smiles and friends, especially fellow cam whores.

4)if you have to ever share a room, never ever EVER share it with an Indian, let alone an Indian guy, unless he isnt a drinker, or is a Muslim.

5)never, ever EVER go to the place we stayed at. The name of the place is Arabella Hotel. It's atrocious, with rules set out even worse than a Mahallah. So if you wanna enjoy your trip, i would advise you to give that lousy excuse of a lodging spot a miss.

6)be sure to bring a camera, for Cameron shall bring out the cam whore in you!

7)never ever believe the hype that its cold up there. Sad truth is, IT'S NOT. (maybe im just speaking for myself, with my extra blubber) But i didn't think it was THAT cold...

8)now don't be trying to act all macho and shit, trying to bathe without a heater there, at night. Coz you will absolutely DIE of the cold, and it will suck the life out of you. But, if you still think you are more macho than me who tried and survived, then by all means, go ahead. But don't say i didnt warn you.:P

9)try to ask others to drive when going up or down, and never use your car, if you wanna prevent any potential fender benders, or its utter destruction. Well the destruction of any car would also mean your death. Urmm.. Just ask a competent driver to drive u up. NEVER GO THERE IF YOU STILL HAVE A 'P' PLATE, AND IF YOU JUST LEARNT DRIVING. You'll most probably end up in a ditch burning to death, that is, if the fall itself didn't kill you yet.

10)never trust good looking muscular guys. They are perverted and selfish, often exploiting girls who are dumb enough to fall for their rippling muscles. My trip to Cameron subjected me to witness such atrocities with my own eyes.. The HORROR!

Ok now thats all for part 1, part 2 will show the pictures that 'captured the moment' of Cameron highlands. So stay tuned! FB out..

EzzE

Christmas - a time for joy, jubilation and fond memories..

Christmas is here again, and another year is coming to a close. For me, christmas has always been a special moment, despite me not being a Christian, and it all started years ago when i was still a small kinder (which is kid in german, not the bloody tasty chocolates!! talking about chocolates.. sluppp..).....

Long long ago, before the advent of video games as we know today (we only had the stupid thing that could play tetris, or known to us as 'brick game' :P), the raging hormones of today, and the gore and violence surrounding our daily lives, i was a young boy, fresh from changing kindergartens (from an islamic one to a christian one nonetheless, mostly due to the fact i was totally freaked out because the teacher started implementing the rotan..) anyway, when i moved to the new kindergarten, all the christian teachings got absorbed into this impressionable young mind, which gave my parents a scare, thus changing my kindergarten again.. But for that brief moment, i learnt the value of christmas from teachers and peers alike; THAT WE ARE ENTITLED TO GET PRESENTS! :P

So from that moment onwards, i bugged my parents into celebrating Christmas, and they, upon seeing a doe-eyed boy bubbling with excitement on the prospects of joining in with the festivities, and not wanting to break his little heart on the foundations of religion, gave in and soon the family of 3+1 (my bro was an infant that time, god knows how he felt) started getting into the christmas mood..

The memories... We used to use a pitiful plastic tree as our 'Christmas tree' (the funny thing was that this tree also soon became our very own Raya tree!!), garnished it with raya lights as opposed to christmas lights, hung christmas ornaments on its plastic coated wire branches, and stuck stuffed toys within its measly lousy excuse of a bark made from an unknown (or unrecalled) material. It was during that time when the lights would be switched on, and we would play a tape full of christmas carols which has been lost along the sands of time. That was also the time i pestered my parents, my dad usually relenting, much to the chagrin of my mother, (and my beloved grandma, affectionately known as 'baba', depicting her heritage) into getting me prezzies.. Oh the joy of getting prezzies, especially those you want, also being with our loved ones, was an inexplicable euphoria that remains imprinted in my mind till this very day.

And i guess its this euphoria that makes christmas such a joyous occasion for everyone. Whether its hanging out with friends, getting prezzies, or even just savouring the holiday itself, christmas should be enjoyed by one and all..

Sure our religion does not allow us to believe in the history of it, and no one is actually claiming as such. But for one to look down on, and to not allow people to join in the festivities and spread the joy and jubilation of a holiday such as this is clearly the workings of an extremely cold hearted person (or a person being jealous of others being happy, or is allergic to happiness, or is a bloody prune, of which many exist around me:P). Happiness is never a right of one, with the exclusion of others; it should be shared and spread like an epidemic, for happiness is something more valuable than wealth itself. That, my dear peers, is my two cents on Christmas. So before, i hit the sack, id like to wish everyone irrespective of religion - merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. HO HO HO.. (all i need is the bloody costume for my girth fits the role already.. Lol..) FB out..

EzzE

I'm BAAAAAACKK!!! :D But Uni's back too.. :(

Well this has been a pretty long hiatus from blogging. Apart from the dried out brain, was actually enjoying my last few days of liberty before the great slog in the fields begin yet again. And yes to the uninitiated i am talking about University starting again. Sigh. Well here are the things i am thinking about and planning to do when University starts. My next semester's resolve, i guess.

1) Go get fit with Syazwan, who has offered me his fitness expertise to get me in shape. Really trying to follow what people often tell me, that i look good (as if. Haha.. But i do thank them for their flattering comments) and that i'm like a diamond in the rough. Well in this case its a diamond lodged inside so much adipose tissue :P

2) To actually go study a bit more than last semester, which was so screwed up my neurones in my brain have automatically decided to forget all the shit that happened, except towards the end when i hung out alot with my friends who helped me get back on my feet, leaving me with awesome memories :) Though i would wanna study more at the library, so prepare to see this face in the library apart from classes.

3) With help from resolution number 2, i hope to increase my pointer (gpa) to above 3.4 at least this time, helping increase my average cgpa.

4) Try to actually COME TO MORE CLASSES, despite ALL CLASSES starting at 8 IN THE MORNING. Last semesters attendance was appalling, and perhaps that partly led me to my measly grades. THIS HAS TO END OR I SHALL SMITE MYSELF.

5) To be closer to select friends, simoultaneously distancing myself from other 'friends' who have 'helped' me to no end. Names shall not be uttered, but you all know who you are :)/:(

6) Try to be active in the only club i am in, which is Tan Sri Ahmad Ibrahim Legal Research Group (i shall not spell out its shortened form to avoid embarrassment to myself and the group) also despite my measly track record with co-curricular programs.

7) Make sure I do not leave bad impressions to lecturers and be kewl with them.

8) Remaining a low profile person, often being unseen, only coming to class and leaving soon after, and not to be wholly dependant on cliques like how i used to be.

Well yeah i guess thats about it for now. Again as with everything in this blog, i shall update my resolutions if and when i see fit, and this is an inexhaustive blog, so keep coming back again if u have the time and attention span to keep up with me and my irregular blogging. As for now, FB out!

EzzE

A trip to the zoo! Weeee!! Yippeee!! :D

Ok after moving to our new home, the boredom levels have reached unsurpassed levels of greatness. Since our house is still too cluttered to even consider bringing in the new television sets we just bought, we have no telly to watch. Furthermore, my lil bro's xbox 360 crashed before we moved, and is undergoing some corrective surgery (may god save its soul, poor creature. sigh..) so anyway, as we were extremely bored, and to avoid our eventual deaths by it, a spontaneous plan sprang out of nowhere. We were having lunch, and it went on like this. Me: Bil boring gila dowh. Bro: Tu la. Me: Where to go? Bro: Ampang point? Me: Fuck u. Hate that place. Bil: Then where to go? Me: Dunno. Home?? Bro: Fuck u. Boring la bodoh at home. Go somewhere la. Me: Why don't we go to the zoo?? Bro: Wokeyy.

So off we headed, to the zoo. But a word of warning: do be aware that the zoo is a FUCKING EXPENSIVE PLACE. Especially if you are above 12. So we had to fork out 15 PER PAX to enter. FIFTEEN BUCKS?? IS IT WORTH IT?? That question initially pinged around in my mind. Mixed feelings, and a shrug of shoulders ensue. But here is a list of results as to why it is, and it isn't worth going to the zoo:

Reasons why the zoo isn't worth it:


1) the penguinS enclosure only has ONE penguin. :(

2) the primates enclosure consists of balding monkeys who are stressed out, the likes of which
can be seen along the streets of malaysia asking for money (ok i made that last part up :P)

3) the river fishes area has empty aquarium tanks and *GASP* DEAD FUCKING FISH IN ONE OF THEM! :@

4) some animals seem so sad and i can relate to their sadness. Its much like being stuck in my uni, except for the fact that we aren't stuck. But when we are there, we look like them alot. :P


But there are plus points too, of which i managed to catch some pictures of. Enjoy:


1)
The Aldabra (forgot how it was spelt :P) tortoise enclosure had a hole at the bottom which allowed us homo sapiens to feed them with leaves and the like. And so it ponderously ate the food we gave it. THE SIZE OF ITS HEAD IS AS LARGE AS MY HAND!! SOOOOOOOOOO CUTE!

2)
The Sun Bear actually came closer to inspect one of their kind (FB u see :P) when i came close. One of them even posed and stood on its hind legs, in time for me to take a picture!!! KEWLNESS!

3)

Now the moat surrounding the tigers enclosure is supposed to keep them at bay. But when my bro and i came closer to look at the tigers, they SWAM in the moat TOWARDS US! or towards me particularly. (i think it saw me as an exeptionally fleshy and juicy piece of meat, just waiting for its fangs to sink into.) The fear was intense and with the Singapore Zoo thingy still fresh in our minds, my bro and i backed off and moved on.

4)
Ok the highlight was the elephants. Yes yes we paid to feed the elephants (the Zoo is a money sucking pig, for we were charged 3 bucks for 2 sugar cane stumps. Idiots.). So it was with such grace and compassion (:P) that i gave the food to the elehant. This was not the elephant that i 'connected' with, for when i stood at the railings, one of them actually came close to me. Right in front of me in fact, and we stood, seeing eye to eye. I saw its sadness and wished i could pat it without being mauled. Poor creature. We can relate to each other being ugly.. LOL. But i really love elephants. Makes me sad seeing one that sad. But at least i fed it making it a bit happier! :D


Well the zoo was, all in all, an ok place. The awesome parts just managed to cover and overshadow the bad parts, and i actually am looking forward to going there again to bond with the animals, if time and the depth of my wallet permits! Next project would be either a trip to the botanical gardens, bird park or the museum. So stay tuned! FB out!



EzzE

Results are out

Well the wait is finally over; the agonizing torment of supposedly sleepless nights for many has now been silenced and satiated. I guess i wasn't one of those people, for my sleep was excellent and gewd, as per normal :P. Days came and went without so much as a fleeting thought about my results, and i was already thinking about the worst, so why the hell should i bother. This was specifically down to two main reasons: 1) was fucked up pretty bad last semester by the one who i thought i really loved, and 2) am a lazy SOB anyways, so if its bad, then i get what i deserve. Though i do admit that there was a sense of excitement and curiosity to it all. I for one am not a staunch believer of grades in proportion of effort. I just get the feeling that it all boils down to one thing: pure luck and divine powers. (Well at least for me anyhows. haha..) So results have always been like a gift from someone. Its so random that the excitement itself is too much for words to describe.



So i keyed in my matrix number and my pin, and while the page was loading, got into a tussle with my bro, and tried shooing him off; for this special moment was to be mine and mine alone. lol. Alas, i saw his face of eagerness to see my results and possibly get a chance to laugh at my appalling grades (which he hasnt got to do for a veeeeery long time i must add :P). But when it finished loading, LO AND BEHOLD.. It wasnt as bad as i thought. Well it was bad for me (anything under deans list is bad.. sigh) and still i was hoping for some laughs and jeering from that Phillistine, but yet, all i heard was.. SILENCE.. Amazing. He didnt utter any bad or ruthless words, and was sitting beside me, transfixed at the screen. So one fire avoided there..:D



Next surprise was from my dad. I called him to tell him the bad news, and was hoping to get a bit of an earful (my dad doesnt really care about my grades. He asks, i tell, a few words, and finito.:P so if its good he will be like 'very good', and if its bad he will be like 'it must be coz of this...' before reverting to the usual 'oh well. its ok') so i called him, ears prepped up for abuse, and all he gave was 'oh, not too bad' coz he thought i would have scored worse considering the abovementioned 2 fucking factors. But in truth it wasnt too bad, and im glad i didnt disappoint anyone in the process.



Anyways there is a lesson to be learnt from this. Follow my mantra 'hope for the worst, so that anything better will come as a surprise..' it came in handy for me in countless situations, and im sure as hell it will come in handy for you, my dear readers..:P Anyways, have a great day, like what i am having, and enjoy yourselves. FB out..



EzzE

Quotable quotes 3

Since the holidays, i got a job being a paid guardian for my friend by her parents, who supposedly think she is screwed up. I shall not take sides and be a biased arsewhole, but what is certain is that i have to accompany her to her college and make sure that she gets to college and back without any detours or fiasco. So the college, coincidentally, was previously called UCSI. Now it got fucked up and is called UCSI University. I mean WTF?? I guess they employed someone who was against the uni college or whatever you call that crappy place to come up with the name, coz now it is called University College Sedaya International UNIVERSITY. Idiots. Now back to the story, as i was walking along the college corridoors wandering around aimlessly and being disgusted by the infestation of gangstaz (you catch ma drift aiight homie? :P), i saw this rather useful, yet controversial quote by Robert Maynard Hutchins, iuno who he is, but it went something like this:

'The objective of education is to prepare the young to educate themselves throughout their lives'

Now the thing is, education today is, to put in a simplistic manner, fucked up. I have experienced firsthand the flaws of education. Here is a perfect example. Since i migrated to malaysia when i was 14, i went through two different education systems, and so came up with a definitive idea of what is what. And while in Singapore, i was studying its history, and when it came to the separation of Singapore and Malaysia, we were led to believe that Malaysia was an evil and lousy country, who were so biased and horrendously backward in its mindset. Whereas in Malaysia, upon studying history in the Malaysian perspective, we were then led to believe that it was Singapore that was evil, and it was too demanding for its own good, trying to spark animosity among races and stuff like that. Though both have valid and to an extent sound arguments, i am more inclined on the latter perspective. But the point here is that if you only lived in one place, you will only hear one side of the story, and you will be led by the nose into believing something that might not be wholly true. This shows the corrupting capabilities of education.

Another thing about education itself can be read in my blog post on society 'United we stand, divided we fall?' So good fer you if you read it, and thanks for your unending attention and time! for those who havent, dont be lazy swines and go before i smite you to the deepest darkest crevice of this earth.:P

So if education now is fucked up, then what does that saying mean? I guess it involves education on a basic, pure and undiluted manifestation. A form of education that does not involve taking sides and focuses more on the logic and critical aspect of the human brain, or just for the sake of gaining uncorrupted knowledge, things told as they are, and not through any form of censorship or body to make sure everything is 'properly told' to benefit the authorities. Seems like today we are running out of people who call a spade, a spade. (Instead, they call it a metal tip, sometimes pointed at the edge, or may be flat, joined to a wooden pole, and is used for digging holes.:P)

This therefore leaves me to conclude that the quote only applies to a basic and pure manifestation of education, and no matter what, the significance of education should never ever be downplayed. It also goes in line with the ancient adage 'give a man a fish and he feasts for a day, teach a man to fish (and perhaps if you are charitable enough, give him a rod) and he feasts for a lifetime (provided he knows how to use the knowledge n stuff he has gained). Ponder about it, HoMiEz.. FB out..

EzzE

Emotions

These past few days i've been around comforting and helping a number of people (client confidentiality, so no names shall be revealed :P) through their toughest times. One thought did come to me. Why were we humans created with emotions, and why are we so caught up and susceptible to it??

Emotions are, i guess, what makes us living beings. I think that on a basic level, all animals have emotions. As nat geo has pointed out once before, even elephants have mourning sessions if their member of the herd dies. If thats not emotions, then iuno what is. haha.. We humans build on that basic level of emotions, and just find it a hell of alot easier to express them (though i do know im not speaking for the majority, you must agree with me that even the majority have a simpler time revealing their emotions than, say, a cat?? if not then u dont deserve to live n should not read this blog, simpleton. BEGONE :P) anyways back to the topic, emotions exist in all of us, and we find various ways of letting them out and expressing them.

As we all know, emotions can be our best friend and worst enemy. Apart from the many benefits it can bring, it can help us become very artsy and can provide a constant income (e.g. most artists paint how they feel. Thats why they can fetch millions and garner such acclaim. They successfully managed to pen down their emotions for the perusal and appreciation of others.). It can also help us bond with those who we care about and foster closer ties between us and others. Now that is all well and good.

But the past few days i have seen how emotions have affected others in such a way that i wonder why emotions have to be engrained in us.

Before we dig deeper on this issue, i do have to confess that i myself am a victim of my emotions, but i guess its gotten to a point when i can suffer for a bit, then turn out (almost) alright after that part of being sad. Its like a phoenix being reborn out of the ashes of its previous incarnation. Sounds corny yes, but its something like that..:) so although i have suffered so much shit in my life, i just cant force myself to dwell on them. But they do leave a bit of scars. I must say that one scar that refuses to go away is that my confidence levels have not been as high as i hoped, and though i can be ok with girls and talking to them as friends, the number of rejections and break ups i've endured have made me think twice (no actually hundreds of times) on trying to approach a girl i like. All i can do is give subtle hints, and if the girl can sense something, at least give a hint that she wont reject me before i pop the big question, and hope for the best. This is also after the passage of time, considering our compatibility and many other scientific factors such as climate, humidity, temperature, air pressure, distance from the sea, time of day, the cycle of the moon and most importantly the all elusive feng shui, coz such things should never be rushed..;)

Now back to the story, my friends have been through their fair share of problems, and it is all because of emotions. Dependence, solace, the overrated word LOVE.. And when they do reveal their emotions to someone whom they trust, it entitles the other person to become an ungrateful bastard and thus ending up destroying or betraying the emotions of the person who trusted them, filthy swines. Now that itself is another sucky thing. That there are humans, if we can call them that, who love playing with others emotions. They lure the person into a sense of trust, before crushing them and betraying their trust. (if u, dear reader, are one of them, GET LOST. i do not need your kind to come to my blog. BEGONE TO U TOO :P) these people are spineless bastards who deserve to be castrated or utterly destroyed, without leaving so much as a morsel of pity for their indignant and idiotic souls.

Another problem about being emotionally attached to someone is that you will be utterly dependent on them. And when that person is gone, it is so hard to get back on your feet, you have a feeling that your feet were (or was) your person who you confided in, and losing him or her is like losing your legs altogether. It just is that hard. I know this for i felt it many times before.

It now seems like emotions are more of a bane than a boon, and it really bugs me that we as humans are created with such a defect within ourselves. Its a sad fate to befall us. But in truth, emotions can be a boon to us. One only needs to control it, and on a darker note, sometimes let the rational and ruthless part of the human psyche take over, without the emotions cutting in.

One of these ways is through a theory called 'Thick Face, Black Heart'. It was from a book lent to me by my ex (for those who question my sexuality, its a SHE. :P), about how to succeed in life by being a ruthless person. It is a really good book, and it teaches you the dark art of blocking out your emotions. I was quite intrigued by it, yet was completely aghast and disgusted with what i read. The theory itself is divided into 2: firstly, is the thick face. One must know how to hide one's will from others, and helps conceal the black heart within us. Secondly is the black heart itself. One must know how to impose ones will on others. Basically the theory revolves around imposing your will on others in a subtle and unnoticable manner, and one of the most important ways to achieve this is by being able to block out your emotions, and compassion. Now this is another extreme taken. To block out ones emotions completely. This itself has many drastic and horrific side effects (this is evident with my ex, but shall remain confidential till further notice :) ), leaving you despised, feared, hated and shunned by other people, for emotions are what makes us human, and not having them just makes us seem less 'human', and we become distanced from the ones close to us before dabbling in this dark art.

It is evident now that having too much of emotions can lead to our eventual downfall, and yet not having any will impact us in a mentally drastic way too. We need emotions, but as with everything in life, there must be moderation. We must be able to combine both having emotions, and not having emotions, which is in line with one of my mottos in life, 'different faces for different places'. Of the many applications of this motto, one of them is that one has to know when to be full of emotion, and when the time comes, know when to be devoid of it, and once you have mastered this, you have the world in the palm of your hands, and you can rule it! MWAHAHAHAHAHA. Just dont forget where you got it from - this humble little blog mostly full of shyeat! To those who read this and if you have any questions or details that need to be divulged or rectified, im sure you know where to get me. And if you do not agree with me, i shall bid you EN GARDE again. But thanks for reading anyway. Fb out..

EzzE

The end of a chapter, The start of a new one..

The memories...

I do have to say that these past few days have been very very tiring. Had my hands tied from blogging coz they were too busy doing lots of other stuff (arrgh the agony!!). Finally after years of renting our apartment (which was infested with termites. and cockroaches. and ants. and every other creepy crawlie imaginable.. ugh.), we were given the keys to our new house! And after a spot of home improvement, i must say it looks utterly splendid!!

It all started a few days back when the plans to move were suddenly set into motion. Me being shocked at the rather impromptu plans, started panicking and began rummaging through my stuff, finding objects an little trinkets that i treasure most to bring along first, before gradually moving on to the less important stuff. I must say that i held the bed under such low esteem that i decided not to bring it first (an act which i regretted till now, having to roll around on the floor.. sigh.) the fascinating thing about moving is that you will be reunited with lotsa things u treasure, and that u thought were completely gone or lost, hiding under the most unassuming places and crevices (or crevasses? crap my english is deteriorating by the day!).

Its quite thrilling to begin a new phase of life, one with a proper sense of security an permanence, as compared to the feeling of temporariness we felt while living in a rented residence. The possibilities are endless, and so are the responsibilities involved in making ends meet. The fact that a new phase of life begins also makes me rather sad and down while thinking about the house that i used to live in.

The previous house was a small, and rather cozy condominium located within a stones throw from KL itself. It had 2 rooms and a hall, and its kitchen was partly attached to the hall (a design flaw which meant that every single time we cooked, the whole hall would be covered in dirt and grime). I still clearly remember the first time i set foot in that house from singapore, and i felt utterly betrayed by my dad, as by my standards, the house looked and felt like shit. On the first day my bro and i had a fight with my dad on the pure shittiness of that place, and cried ourselves to sleep. Initially it was so full of cockroaches i felt like i was being watched every time (try to imagine me singing 'Somebodys watching me by Michael Jackson!). But eventually the sheer coziness of the house began to grow on me, and i was won over by its charms. It is a cute and adorable little house that really served its purpose well. Though we kinda ruined it before we left, i do hope it will get a thorough makeover by the landlord to make it hospitable for the next tenant.



The one thing i love the most about the charming little condo was this: the rooftop. Its something i treasure till today, and a place i wouldnt mind visiting again and again, even after i have moved out. Its perhaps the thing i shall miss the most from that place. I remembered constantly going there just to release the bad chi from my body, coz the feng shui spot was perfect. Haha.. it was a place i spent lonely and depressing nights (usually after rejections, of which were many :P) just lying down and looking at the stars, and staring at the bright lights of the city, hoping and wishing that in the future i shall make it big and leave a lasting impact there that would benefit many. Thats one of my long term goals, and something i pray that i have the rezeki to achieve later on in life. The rooftop brought me many insightful moments on my reflections of my past, present and future life, and i owe quite a bit of my development to it (yes i know it sounds bloody weird, but if i do take any of u skeptics to that place, im sure u too will be won over by its charms! so now hush and dont ruin the effect! :P) All in all the house served me well and i shall miss it terribly. I actually hope to buy a unit there n rent it out in the future, just for the sake of it.:)


Now moving on to the new house, its a town house. It really is a huge step up from the old apartment which was only 2 rooms. This new one has 4 rooms, and 3 and a half levels. Its cosily situated in Kemensah, and actually has a resort-style kinda living to it, coz its so relaxing and kewl! Its been an awesome few days, albeit not as comfy coz of my sweet bed being left at home. Spent the past few days painting the house, and bonding with its eccentricities. The only bad thing i guess is that it is too big. A double edged sword. Though i appreciate the spaciousness, it is a bit too big for a family of 3. So i feel a sense of impending sadness coz i wont be able to be as close to my family as i used to. Sigh. I guess we shall have to wait and see how everything goes before i actually make my final verdict on how things are.


During the moving process, i do realise a few things: one, moving itself is fucking tiring. It saps all the energy out of any living being involved in it. And second, moving is an emotionally taxing experience. It can make and break relations between family members, as evidently seen in my situation. I wont divulge in the details for i'd rather make it private-ish, but lets just say that there were some ugly and potentially disastrous moments where patience was at an all time thin. But im happy to say, that things are mending, and it will all be ok in due course. As the saying goes, time will heal all wounds, though the scars might remain. But im trying to be a half full kinda person as opposed to a half empty kinda guy, so at least the wounds are healed, i dont give a fuck about the scars. besides, scars on a guy is a kinda macho statement, if i do say so myself.:P


Anyways here's to a comfortable life at my new house, and i do hope readers and follower(s) of my blog can give me a silent prayer that this home will be da bomb, and that my familial ties will be stronger. And once all things r prepped and ready, i guess this home can finally accept visitors after years of solitude!! looking forward to an open house when i can invite my close friends to come and makan2!! :D FB out..


EzzE

Unite we stand, divided we fall?

Society. Something we are brought into, and conditioned into thinking from birth that it is something we cannot love without. Good ol wikipedia defines a society as an economic, social and industrial infrastructure, in which a varied multitue of people are a part of. Since the creation of Adam (no Darwinism nonsense here, u see. So NO NEANDERTHAL CRAP), man has shown extreme dependence towards each other, despite what most people claim in the modern world (try using this example as perspective: a supposedly inependent person is still dependent on his/her job, which is highly dependent on other people, especially demand. Geddit? If not, woe to you for your lack of intellect. Kidding.. :P). The dependence of man towards each other influenced them to form small communities, each individual with their own unique profession and uses which can be manipulated by each other, in exchange for the manipulation of skills of the other party. With the passage of time, ideals start to develop, and with the advent of technology, small communities soon develop into sprawling societies.

Now my grouse is not with the inustrial or economical aspect of society, well at least not now, for i am yet to comprehend the vast mechanics of economics and industrialization. It veers more towards the social aspect of societies. An inherent plague or flaw that i feel afflicts every society known to man. Before i begin condemning societal structures, i do admit that there are beneficial aspects of society too. Like for example racial tolerance, and the respecting of authorities, or those who are entrusted with authority. But as has been iterated before, there are some glaring faults.

The first grouse is something that stems from the haves of the society (as opposed to the have nots). I guess we are all too familiar with the word elitism, and elitists. With the vast accruement of wealth by the supposedly vastly capable people, they have started to develop a high and mighty stance, thinking that only they know whats best for the society, to the exception of the less well-heeled masses, just because they are under the impression that their wealth justifies their sudden rise to authority. This is one of the society's basic downfall, that the right of personal ownership and belongings makes people get balloon headed. This is where, i o believe, religion should come in, to help curb the rise of elitists. Im not quite sure about other religions, but Islam clearly promotes modesty as all supplements (known as rezeki) are from God, and are given to humans, either as a blessing, or as a test. But with so many people getting farther away from religion and God, its no wonder they start believing in humanism.

The second grouse is, in my opinion, that society itself has led to the degradation of human logic and intellect. Which is what i fear is happening. Society is a complex structure. Too complex to explain even in words. But i do feel like we share lots in common with the colonies of bees. Sadly though we initially have more freedom and intellect, we are slowly heading down the direction of the bees; where the lesser individuals become 'drones' and simply live to perform their functions to ensure the mechanisms of the society, in the fundamental and basic level, are well oiled. The higher individuals, on the other hand, get to bask in the glory of self awareness and intellect, or 'the finer things in life', and often make decisions (often wanton and brash) that would affect the whole mechanics of the society. You can see the similarities there already. To make this happen, those who are in the higher echelons of authority have implemented various methods of curbing intellect, in one way or another. Here are the following things ive noticed

1) The basic fact that segregation according to profession is one way that one's intellect is limited. Instead of the freedom of most subjects we used to study in primary and lower secondary levels, we are suddenly segregated into various professions, and will never learn what others in differing fields will. Granted that it may help the society at large, it is doing so at the expense of individual intellect and the downplaying of massive intellectual potential we humans have.

2) The other fact is that media, in itself, has become a massively powerful brainwashing and subliminal tool to curb the intellect. This in turn diminishes the capability to critically analyze and comprehend vastly confounding issues, which is a boon to those in authority, as authority, which has developed into law, should never be questioned. Pandemonium among the higher echelons of society would ensue if the lower levels of society start questioning the capabilities and decisions made by them on how the society itself is run.

3) The ultimate coup de grace (pronounced grah) supporting my theory regarding the flaws of the degradation of intellect is evident in the fact that in some countries (i do not need to name places promulgating such laws), freedom of speech is limited, and if one transgresses such 'freedoms' and 'liberties', massively severe sanctions would be imposed. See even in some other countries, as has been hotly debated, there is freedom of speech, but what the authorities giveth in one hand, they taketh with the other. As a retaliation of allowing freedom of speech, all speech itself is usually monitored and tracked to make sure someone still doesnt talk loadsa shit and gets away with it.

There are actually many more social issues, but those are more of the obvious that many people see (hedonism, promiscuous behaviour, animalistic behaviour, etc.). Hence I dont do obvious, and the DUH factor should be kept to an all time low, at least in this blog. Im just here bringing forth hidden issues for you, my dear reader, to be more informed and i do hope that this shall become an eye opener on issues that plague most of the societies that we live in. How we solve it is such a slow process that is perhaps irrepairable, at least during our generation. All we can do for now is to make more people realise, albeit in an indirect manner, and try go against the flow, and to not succumb to the subliminal brainwashing that we have been subjected to all this while, and to become the best and to fully utilise the potential that has been engrained within us as human beings.

So to conclude, in relation to the title being 'united we stand, divided we fall', take into account a stack of cards forming a house (again a lack of better example. apologies :P). If they are stacked together to form a house, some cards may bend under the weight of supporting the whole house, unable to be as straight as they used to be alone. But if alone, they will be straight, but will not be able to stand at all. So its a double edged sword. See all the things are fine and well on a basic level involving society, that we as humans cannot live without it. And yet i just firmly believe that society should not be limiting human potential and become a burden to the underprivileged just to provide luxuries for the more affluent individuals. Thats my two cents. Do tell me if u believe otherwise.

Damn i still feel as though im making my own fucking conspiracy theory. So i better end with an exemption clause, to prevent any ISA debauchery. My defence is plain and simple: there were no specific states, nations or countries outlined, and one only needs to ponder on the theories and apply them accordingly. Application of such theories to ones society is up to ones own discretion, and the writer shall not be held liable for inciting such thoughts on a specific level, nor influence anyone to take matters to a level higher than blogging and online ranting. Thank you. FB out.

EzzE

Happy Bday Poppa.. (Ok its Aba) :)

Umi & Aba :)

After suffering from an immense mental block earlier in the day, i decided to read my friend's blog today just for fun (u know who u r ;)), and was instantly touched and inspired to write about how i felt towards my parents too.



See as children, it seems as though over the passage of time, defective genetics and the contamination of our developing minds have been responsible for the utter degradation of moral values, and it thus brings forth an instinctive determination to always have to rebel and hurt the ones who care for us the most. More often than not, such people are our parents. (its seems like these deficiencies are also the ones responsible in destroying relations between others later on in life, but i shall not stray off topic for now..) See no matter how much insistence or persuasion from our parents on what should and should not be done, we as children almost find it an obligation to do the direct opposite, claiming that we know better, and that our lives should not be hindered by the rulings of those whose knowledge and experience most probably extends to, and yet remains traped in, ages and customs that have long came and gone.



Heck i can clearly remember the countless times ive let my parents down and disobeyed whatever they said and what they asked me to do, just because i could. I was supposed to be brought up well; with proper breeding. And that fact just made me absent mindedly rebel against anything that would lead me down that path to become a cultured person.



For my mom, though she has passed on for 7 years already and i miss her terribly, the thought of the number of times ive hurt her and made her disappointed really crumbles my heart and completely destroys my enthusiasm and will. Coz all those times, even during her last few months, i was led to believe, by those around me nonetheless, that my mom's cancer was minor, and that she would survive. And I clearly remembered our familial pact that the 4 of us, (my dad bro mom and myself) that we would go holidaying at Copenhagen when everything got better. Sigh.. Sadly those remained only in our dreams. Now back to the story, I was extremely rude to her and i really did loads of shitty stuff towards her, (taking her money to buy pokemon cards for example, during those days), taking advantage of the fact that she would be there forever. Oh how wrong i was. On the last day, i was called from school to head down to the hospital coz my mom was already in critical condition, and just as she was wheeled into the emergency ward, i remembered her lying in bed, raising her arm and waving at my bro and i, before the doors to the ward closed. That was the last time i ever saw her conscious. And what breaks my heart till this very day is that i never got the chance to really say im sorry to her, coz i said it while she was drawing her last gasps of breath. So if i could turn the hands of time back, this is one of the many moments id like to mend.



As for my dad, my friend's blog on her dad and his late dad reminded me of how my dad is to me. He is, amongst other things, my mentor, my mother, my friend, my confidante, and most importantly, my father. Yes ive hurt him many times too. Reduced him to tears loads of times, got myself disowned and condemned, even hit him once (smacked a book off his hand, an thats something i regret till this very day. May i burn in hell) and no matter how much i hurt him, he always had it in himself to forgive me and take me back in as his son. It left me trembling with fear, eyes welling up with tears just thinking of how i would feel if i was in my friend's dads shoes. It would be a certainty that i would be devastated. And i would then be thrusted into a situation where i would have to be the mom and dad of my brother. And it is wthout a doubt a daunting responsibility that i shall have to bear with; something i dread with each passing day. Although time and time i do apologize and realise all this, sometimes the flaring of emotions can bring forth irrational bouts that can turn really ugly. But i really do hope his patience with me lasts, and that he will always be there to forgive me. I do intend to make this blog a secret so he does not know about this till the time is right, and if things ever go bad beyond repair, this blog might be the last safe haven for my actual feelings to be shown to, and read by him, to see how sorry i am, and how much i love him and respect him for being everything that he is.

And since 19th of November marks my dad's birthday (the big 5-5 yawwz) i do really hope he has a happy birthday, and that he will have the strength and will to carry on to see both his sons through, and hopefully rise to success, without forgetting that it is him who got us there in the first place, after the passing of my mom.

Aba, Umi, i do love u both really much, and u both will forever be in my heart. Thanks for those who actually heard me out on this. Feeling totally relieved after letting out my thoughts. Thanks to anyone for bearing with me on this post. FB out..


EzzE

Bet you didnt expect THIS.. :P

Ok i guess ive been writing too much, so here are some visual stuff instead. Not many people know this, but i actually love to draw. Often its about patterns, or buff people (gives me motivation to become like one of them). But since ive been so busy, ive never got to really take my drawing pens (or pencils) out for so long.. anyways here are my prized possessions for all and sundry to see.. But for those all and sundry who see this post, do realise that these are all PRIVILEGED info.. :P

This is my zodiac sign. Pisces. Notice the E and Z on both fishes

This was a guy made entirely by patterns. No outline actually..

This one is simply called 'my heart' forgive the cliches

This one is called 'flawed rose'

I guess now u have seen my pics, i have no choice but to take out my drawing pens again to continue posting pics to feed the demand.. haha. But i really do hope my skills havent leached away, and r just lying in dormant. Pray for the latter, and not the former, or i shall smite u, and wishmilak alrightey? Good day!

EzzE

Quotable quotes 2

Was eating at burger king the other day, by myself, as per normal (show me no pity, for i enjoy the solitude. Best excuse i can think of :P) when i had an epiphany. A gastronomic epiphany to be exact, one that came to me while i was actually chomping down on my food.. You see, most burger kings have this bloody annoying television that shows all sorts of advertisements from desperate companies. Typically it can drive a person insane, and would actually force them to fling or throw something towards the direction of the tv just to destroy it. I was on the verge of cursing and verbally abusing it, but my patience came into fruition, when like a glimmering halo, there was a quote shining from the television which i hated so, which went something like this:

'When a person (or company) believes that success has been achieved, then progress stops.'

Now that left me pondering: what itself is success? how can one gauge that he or she has succeeded? of course its an intangible thing, but who determines success? is it from past generations? is it from the elites? or is it from some divine source? i guess some people believe it stems from society itself. Success is engrained from the various fragments of peoples opinions, culminating into something of a collected opinion. Like for example the fact that success almost always has to involve money and a good job is one of the examples of collective thoughts of the society culminating into one entity. One more fact is that success, in itself, is a very playful and deceptive thing; one moment u think u almost have it in ur grasp, then u find out that u just missed it, and it flutters away, getting that bit farther and requiring more effort to get close to, and thus, the whole savage cycle begins all over again. And so i started getting scared, and thinking, (still munching my food actually) what if success itself is an illusion engrained in our minds?? what if its just a fallacy? a fucking FARCE?? like the oft cited, overused, and overrated word Love?? (my fear of that word shall be elaborated in one of my future blogs. Thou shalt be rewarded with mine story if thou stay tuned :P) Then after much consideration (And while gulpng down on coke. Must be a caffeine intoxicated mind :P), i understood something, and came up with a conclusion: you see, many people consider success as how they are viewed in the eyes of many, or in other words, other people. There is where the root of all problems relating to success begin. Success has to be a personal goal. Something one creates with his own logic and intellect, in relation to his own capabilities and skills. In other words, success has to be a personal magnitude of how far one has to go, and has come in life, and achievements that have been gained. I do believe the moment one can look back and say 'whoa, ive actually succeeded,' is when one is lyng on one's deathbed, awaiting death's cold embrace. Success can never be attained until every morsel of ones energy and will is spent to get to that point. Therefore the striving for success must always be a lifelong endeavour.. That is my two cents.

Now talking about endeavours, i guess the basic lesson of the quote was to never ever be complacent, and that complacency is an ultimate dream and wish killer. Complacency puts a person in a false sense of pride and security, before ultimately revealing the inadequacies and flaws, often in a brutal and savage way, and usually bringing devastating results. For a lack of better examples, its like a sheep being led into a building, believing that it shall be laudered and prized, only to find out once inside, that the building was actually an abbatoir (Yes i know, i know, im a brutal and evil bugger. But then again its my blog. FOLLOW THE COMMANDMENTS. I CAN DO WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT. Helps to paint a better picture anyways :P) So complacency is a dangerous trait that shall ultimately lead to a persons downfall, luring them into a false thought of success, only to reveal that they are as far away from success as before. So my personal advice is if u see a cocksure n complacent person, try to advise them of their shortcomings, and if the advice falls on deaf ears, smile knowingly at them, and try to imagine them being sheep who are unbeknowingly trotting (is that what sound a sheep makes? i thought it was a horse :P) into the abbatoir. Cheer urself up on the processes that happen in the abbatoir itself. lol. So just stick around n enjoy the show! haha..

Ultimately for those too lazy to read the whole story and my rantings, success should be individually defined, and one should never ever be complacent, or else be reminded of an abbatoir :P. For those who read the whole thing, i applaud ur perseverance and persistence, and if u dont agree with any of my points, all i can say is 'EN GARDE' :P FB out..

EzzE

Quotable quotes

Was reading some local newspaper (nst i think or was it star??? argh i fucking forgot. Bear with me on this one :P) and the quote was actually quite a good one. It went something like this:

'With history being made all the time, every day now seems to be the first anniversary of something awful.'

Something i totally agree with.. Kinda reflects on how bad our times are, especially since its gonna be the anniversary of something awful almost every day..

Veering partly off topic for a while, and talking about history being written and rewritten, it seems like today people are so hell bent on trying to write and rewrite history and outdo each other, its getting quite old hearing about how someone has managed to go down in history only for him to be sandblasted and outdone by another person not too long afterwards. The people of yesteryears went down in history for discovering things by chance, and they really helped out and benefitted future generations. Which cannot be said for the current crop of people trying to create history by filling every niche available. Thus i find things promoting such stupidity an utter waste of time and effort. Something, if u havent guessed, like guinness world records.. I do find it an utter waste of time and money to reward records and people going down in history for doing redundant and stupid things (putting the most sausages in one's mouth anyone? sheesh)..

Ok so back to the topic, i guess from now onwards, since it is gonna be the first anniversary of something awful on a daily basis, this blog shall be (partly) dedicated to marking out all these anniversaries of awful days!! haha.. So check this space for more updates!

FB Out!

My dear..

For the uninitiated, i love my car very much, and i hold it very dear to me, though it sips petrol like its severely parched (also due to my driving actually :P). Just so happens the past 2 days have seen me get into 2 fucking fender benders within a span of a few fucking hours..

1) first accident happened the night i got back from johore (yesterday, ie sunday). was reversing, and all of a sudden, my mind went blank and lets just say all that happened next was the car had an intimate moment with the back wall. All i heard was a sickening thud.. Was pretty loud actually. And it scared a small girl nearby.. HOHOHO.. The sound still haunts me till this very moment.. Sigh. And so i went out to diagnose the damage, and thankfully there wasnt any breakage or cracks, though the rear bumper was slightly misaligned at the left rear wheel arch. My dad and bro were there, and all they could do was laugh. Phillistines..

2) second one happened when i was sending my friends granny back home. Again it involved, u guessed it, REVERSING. So this time i reversed straight into the side kerb full of sharp stones.. The sound wasn't too sickening, but the marks that were left almost reduced me to tears.. Now to avoid any further heartache, i have not informed my traitorous family yet, and i dont intend to..

So i plan to just go spray paint the shit up myself and just keep my fingers crossed on the outcome. Gonna try a bit of nip/tuck, and a spot of cosmetic surgery. Wishmilak!! :P

The Commandments of Ezze

Ok so i see u have persevered. So far.. MWAHAHA.. So here are some rules that shall be laid down, i.e. THE COMMANDMENTS OF EzzE. These are the basic rules u must adhere to before u so much as read any more of my blog posts. Proceed, and read with caution:

Firstly, thou shalt be aware that there shall be alot of swearing coz its my blog n i can do whatever the hell i want.

Secondly it shall be rather disorganised and quite full of random nonsense coz thats how screwed up my mind is. But if u actually persevere u might find some nuggets of info that might be of use, and some interesting points to ponder about.

Thirdly, THOU SHALT NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT HOW CRAPPY MY BLOG IS. If u so much as whimper or groan, i shalt smite u, or find someone to do it, or pray to god to do it for me, and make u very sad and miserable, hopefully for the rest of ur life.

Fourthly, this blog is an intermittent avenue for releasing my thoughts, and shall at times, be updated like crazy, and at other times, be inactive. And if anyone so much as complains about this, the same effect of the third commandment shall apply.

Fifthly, though i ramble on and on and on at times, it would be appreciated if people can help make it seem less of a monologue, and that im not so much as a psycho. So THOU SHALT POST COMMENTS. Being shy would mean u r a wuss or a completely useless person who just drains the gross national product of wherever u stay in. Kidding. Or maybe not. :P

Im quite lazy to think of other rules as of now, and ill update it as i shall see fit. So as of now, BEHOLD THE 5 COMMANDMENTS OF EZZE.

Fuzzehdeen out..

Welcome welcome!

Aiight so for the fortunate (or unfortunate) few who have managed to stumble upon this blog, welcome! Its gonna b a hell of a ride (i hope). And ive got a shitload of things to talk about. So hit back if u wanna chat, or even if u wanna have a 'friendly' debate on anything i post.. Ok then, till next time, adieu!


EzzE