tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52634687748800050992024-03-13T08:04:05.449+08:00Integration into realityAlter Egohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17111721363212251500noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263468774880005099.post-52849506394591846852011-02-22T03:17:00.000+08:002011-02-22T03:17:46.261+08:00Are grown ups always right?Many a times I hear the saying, "the older you get, the wiser you would be". That is when an elder is uttering wise sayings to a young one that they are older, superior and knowledgeable and that they should be shown respect. Oh! I get it but as I stand at 21 years old and have seen a little bit of the world outside I began to think that these words are meant to state SUPERIORITY to show power but not to ask for respect.<br />
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The older you get, the wiser you become. These are famous words of the eldest but to me after giving some thought. I think the older you get, the more ignorant you become and this ignorance which have made into a habit we manipulate into being wiser. What is so wise about being ignorant? Aren't you not a fool with adapting more ignorance?<br />
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Ignorance is adapted when one just don't want to be hurt, does not to be burden, does not want to believe in the truth and it all sums up to how one wants to live in their own fantasy world and not reality. Have you ever had the presence of mind to question your elders what was it like for them as a teenager? I bet they have their own tale to tell into which many would have forgotten the pain they went through because it was the past. Then again times change to ask them to remember and to place themselves in a teenager's shoe would not be able to get the result you want. Why?<br />
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Times change, technology improves & grow, people change. Everything changes whether we like it or not and to compare is to ask a person living in the 21st century to remember what it's like living during the Stone age; it is ABSURDITY! Which modern era human is going to know what was it like living during the stone age? This is because they weren't born during that time thus they wouldn't know! So if you ask an elder to live in a teenage shoes it is the same as asking the 21st century man to remember what it is like during Stone Age.<br />
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What I'm trying to say is time is different! You can't compare your time (past) with the present because it is different. You do not know how life is at present and yet you want to compare with the past. If you ask your 15 year old self (1976) to come live at the present 2011. You would definitely think the world is crazy and you'll get lost in it. So never compare but just advice based on experience because you can never say what is right or wrong at this time.<br />
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You will definitely forget what it's like to be 15 when you're 50 but don't go on saying I used to be 15 and I'm no fool because you don't know what it's like to be 15 at 2011 compared to 15 at 1976. You forget because you have more appalling things to take care off then remembering to be 15 years old. So don't let your ignorance fool you just because you have a top-notch job. Don't let age tell you that you should lose respect towards older people. Don't let age let you be crude & open about your thoughts that you forget about blood. Don't as a grown-up say that you're more experience the younger generation just because you're older; you'd be surprise as to what the younger generation can come up. =)Alter Egohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17111721363212251500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263468774880005099.post-35567540381587812372011-01-19T13:43:00.000+08:002011-01-19T13:43:07.989+08:00Rat RaceHere is every student's rat race:<br />
<ul><li>To earn the highest level in the education system</li>
<li>To make my parents proud</li>
<li>To finish my studies a.s.a.p</li>
<li>To enjoy life as much as I can before I grow too old for it</li>
<li>To start working & not study anymore</li>
</ul>That up there is what most student are racing to complete. Parent's are just pushing kids to see them grow to be successful & earn a respectful paper qualification. Sometimes it is a good thing to push a kid but here's a students perspective on the rat race; mine.<br />
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Indeed I'm part of that rat race. Indeed I want to do all that & be successful but unlike students who are trying so hard at it, I like taking my time. I believe that there's no point trying to earn a degree just by studying the books & listening to lecturers lecturing till thy kingdom come. It's better if you're interested in actually trying to learn new things & experience it. I think it's better if what you learn in school you try to practice it but there's no point in it if you're going to school for the sake of your parents. There's not a point if you try to rush off your studies just because you don't want your parents to pay your tuition fees the whole length you're in school. If you don't want that option here's a better choice, PAY YOUR OWN FEES. If you can't afford it get yourself a FULL SCHOLARSHIP. No point sighing over if I study longer my parents are going to pay more.<br />
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It's better if you pay your own fees or partially to lessen the burden because if you try to finish studies as fast as you can and end up failing 90% of it; you're actually wasting your parents money even more then you prolong your tuition. So why not in the meantime whilst you're studying get a job or get a semester break job. It is advisable if you get a job based on what you're studying because if you do graduate with flying colours & with a strong resume you might actually secure yourself a very steady job. ;) However, if you do not graduate with flying colours but just on average & you still hold a bloody good resume you still are able to secure yourself a job. It's an advisable thing well I thought myself to believe in it. I don't care how long it takes me to complete my studies as long as I do complete & in the meantime build my resume. Well at least I do have a job in the end of it. Nowadays students are left without jobs after securing a degree or a diploma. The street smart students are often the ones to acquire good jobs where else book smart always end up in a good company but will maintain unhappy.<br />
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It's better to make your passion your job with that you'll be able to do your job to best of it because you would enjoy doing it. If you get into an industry you do not like, you'll perish or if not live a damn sad life. Seen it happening but never was part of it. I try to find jobs I like but it's hard & at times I'm lucky. So my rat race is to fill up my resume in the industry I like, to be independent & complete my studies. I look like a hopeless git always working & enjoying life but at least I'm going somewhere & happy where I am. First comes the joy of working & seeing the success of the output of your hard work. Second comes the money. ;)Alter Egohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17111721363212251500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263468774880005099.post-76137458563600051162010-08-25T11:54:00.000+08:002010-08-25T11:54:41.454+08:00SupermomKids love to call their father a super hero. But the real superhero i think is our mothers. Why? Not being a feminist here but have you ever thought the things that your mum has ever done, did or doing. For example double shifted mums. What are double shifted mums you asked. Double shifted mums are mums who has a permanent occupation and a house wife. So she does double work. During the day she works in a office, shop or etc and towards the night, a mother & wife.<br />
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What so super heroic about that? Well.. Being a wife, mother & a employee is no easy work. A mother rises up early to ensure the kids are well packed for school, washes the clothe, cooks breakfast & lunch and cleans the house (applicative to family without household servants). Following that is a 9-5 job at the office and after that would be back to being a mother & wife at home. Hence, the cleaning after the children & husband, cooking dinner, listening to the whims & pansy of the kids & making sure her spouse is having equal amount of attention & love.<br />
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Multitasking is not something fun nor easy to conduct. Giving equal attention is most mothers God given quality. I said most because I believe not all mothers do the same and those who has mothers who does not give quality attention would oppose to what I've said. I believe that a mother is a super hero because who better to give a child & a husband the most attention & love but your very own mother.<br />
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Not saying that dad's aren't as good as mum. Yes a dad works hard at work to provide food on the table, to give security and a strong foundation to a family. But have you ever seen a dad do housework? Coming back from work and cleaning up the house and cooking? Hanging the clothes up? Have you? (applicative to family with both working parents). Truly if you were to see. A father thinks that working in an office is enough hardwork there is and it is enough. His only other task when arrived home is to be present.<br />
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So there is some fathers who do become house husbands but what Im writing here is about fathers who are being house husbands and an employee. So what say you? Well if your dad is a multitasker as an employee and a house husband.. You should be proud because it's not something to see nor hear everyday. Maybe you should appreciate him because it is your luck. =)<br />
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As for your mum. Try appreciating her for the things she has tried doing, done or did for you. <br />
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This post was an inspiration out of an article I read for class. It is bias in some way but try to see it from a different point of view. =D<br />
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PS: I'm not such a great daughter myself but I try to help in most ways.Alter Egohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17111721363212251500noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263468774880005099.post-41192761730128823362010-06-27T14:49:00.001+08:002010-06-27T16:37:10.617+08:00Thirst for knowledgeWe thought we were special, we thought we had the best of the best, we thought we had the knowledge that every adult would gained later. We thought we were smart in choosing the right education. But we thought wrong!<br />
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We learned we were deceived by marketing stunts, we were robbed of our treasures ensuring we would be given the best but we only received part of the best. We were promised gold but were given plastic. What was given in the early stages taught us a lifetime of lessons & precautions. But the latter years was an unavoidable stint of hopelessness. There werent too many choices so we had to stick with what we started in order to progress. The utterly horrible procurement of what we thought was the best from the beginning of our journey was an eye-opener.<br />
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Now we know that our prided knowledge was only at the begining. It could not be procured without the best educators but only if we were fools who believes in black & white. As we expand our search for the thirst of knowledge, we learned that it was the CLEVEREST thing to ever be done & in doing that we learned the random negativity of staying. Hence, the urge to move is more vigorous as compared to before. So we move to a better place to gain better knowledge. More hands on rather than hands off.Alter Egohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17111721363212251500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263468774880005099.post-44073230269698936342010-06-22T10:19:00.002+08:002010-06-22T10:19:43.063+08:00Young LoveTeenagers or young adults these days just love getting themselves cooped up in commitments that somehow would be broken by infidelity in the end. Their profess "love" at the early stages of their youthful life seems to be the most common thing we find in this era. Just as how we see so many "perfect" marriages are being splayed apart. Oh how few of these young adults would realize the meaning of being youthful & fully committed to a person when the time is right.<br />
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As for the few who seeks for such commitments. They make it their mission. Their mission to find true love. Their claims of not being a whole because there's no Adam or Eve in their life. So much so that they make life for themselves at time a living, depressed life. Why is it so hard to live life to the fullest? Why is it that people think that in order for you to have a perfect life you need a partner to live it or money for that matter? <br />
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I mean god gave us hands, feets, eyes, ears, hands & every mechanism for us to move & breathe. He didn't say that you must have a perfect partner to make your every mechanism a perfect creation of God. So... Why oh why do people of such things. It has become a habit even the eldest are fed up of it. Them deem that these youngsters confession of Love are called foolish. To think about it, I think it's true. How about you think about it?Alter Egohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17111721363212251500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263468774880005099.post-35098060439921267412010-06-03T07:32:00.000+08:002010-06-03T07:32:03.639+08:00Dependency = Not reliableI maybe young, immature & naive but one thing for sure I know is that depending on others is the wrong thing to do. So I might be in my teens but I do know a thing or two about hard labour. Yes I do come from a middle class family, so you might think I don't know what's labour. Believe me you shouldn't judge a girl by the richness of her parents. To be honest I'm not rich with money, I'm just rich with character. The one who is really rich is GOD. He has everything that money can't buy. What is that? You should ask him. =D<br />
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You can rely on your parents but until how long do you want to rely on them. Someday they'll leave us behind & go places where we can't go until it's our time. So rely on your friends you say. Until how long are you going to rely on your friends. Friends come & go. They don't stay with you forever as you grow up you actually grow apart as the mindset matures & it thinks differently.<br />
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If you want to rely on your friends until how long are you going to do that. Someday they'll leave you behind because your not independent. Someday they'll just get annoyed at you because you depend so much on them and they'll leave you stranded in the situation you're in.<br />
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So tell me who can you rely on but yourself. Isn't that the best policy. I believe so because depending on others tends to bring you disappointment & when you are disappointed nothing in the world could make you happy at that point of time. Disappointment is much worst then being left by your boyfriend or girlfriend.<br />
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If there's 1 thing I've realize in the years I've grown it would be not relying on anyone not even your own family. Pathetic, I know. Don't have to strained on that part, I know myself. But isn't it not the truth? Just give it some thought. =)Alter Egohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17111721363212251500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263468774880005099.post-83469556473761893852010-05-30T05:39:00.000+08:002010-05-30T05:39:28.396+08:00Old school workaholic?Being old school is considered a bore. Youngsters my age thinks old school is too OLD & it's meant for elderly. Well this was said by the frequent clubbers. Well what good is techno, anyways?? It's some blasted music with a rhythm that repeats itself with awfully loud bass that drowns the tune. How people could stand clubbing, I don't know but I for one can't stand the excessively loud bass drumming in a small closure with carbon monoxide in the air. =D<br />
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Now listening to old school, jazz, r&b, classical music with good company & some beers or liquor is the best thing. It's just a time to unwind & relax have a few chats & maybe hit home with a 1 night stand. I don't know, who knows only God knows. So why am I getting terrible response when I say, " I don't club". Haha! I guess the whole outlook of me is really bringing that impression around. However, I like the idea how people think I'm that kind of person but I turn out to be another. Ace for me! I can't help it that I'm old fashion at heart but young on appearance. At times I look way too young but no matter. It's all about staying yourself.<br />
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On the other hand, I guess I can understand how work can be such addiction. Well if you're working for a career you love. I betcha' that you'll work yourself to death if you are so addicted to it. Work can be as addictive as ciggarettes, drugs, alcohol & tattoos. Like I said I find that you can be a workaholic if you love what you doing. Basically your mind is all focused on that one particular thing.<br />
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What about money you asked?<br />
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I don't think that money would play much of it if you love the work you do. The only thing you would look forward too is another day at work. Yes although at times it could be stressful but it's the challenge that makes you want to come back again & improved yourself. I get how people can be a workaholic & this is one of the reason. Maybe soon I'll figure out more. But for now.. Life is about being real & original.<br />
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I am what I am.Alter Egohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17111721363212251500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263468774880005099.post-85593049399111705232010-05-23T15:08:00.000+08:002010-05-23T15:08:34.582+08:00RealityWe humans breathe oxygen supplied by the atmosphere, we humans exhale carbon dioxide that has been evolved from oxygen, we humans experience first hand love from our parents, we humans can't live without a life partner, we humans step on each other to get on top, we humans get jealous when another human is better.<br />
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The thing is that is REALITY. We can't stray from reality, the fact of the matter is reality is right in front of our face & we just can't run away. Go away & live in your own world, a world you created & want to live but someone or something would smack you out of it. Then you would be back into reality. Reality hurts, imaginary does not. Reality eats you but imaginary does not. Reality grants you assurance.<br />
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Assurance that you would learn to love, to spend, to gain, to die, to fight, to kill, to experience. But no imaginary would grant you that. It only grants you a fantasy that would never come true unless you are so rich that you buy your fantasy but then reality would hit you back. The fact of the matter is reality is in the skin, blood & organs of us. To part from it is suicidal.<br />
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The reality is I love being by myself & I dislike hanging around so much with people. The reality is I hate selfish people. The reality is I never actually like most people except for the 1 or 2 that has made my life a serene, peaceful & enjoyable one. The rest are only, I need you when I want other than that I'm just a human who faces reality like breathing oxygen. This was what I was brought up to believe that reality will smack you right in the face.<br />
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So get out of your fantasy & face the facts. Because reality will haunt you & it will stay with you till the day you die.Alter Egohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17111721363212251500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263468774880005099.post-21204203123921202772010-05-21T00:12:00.000+08:002010-05-21T00:12:11.348+08:00Let the ignorant fools be schooledWhat say you if you realize that someone is saying something wrong & you correct them but instead of a thank you, you get.. "do not correct me". Now now if such words were thrown to your face what would be your reaction? Satisfied? Angry? Upset? No feelings?.. Basically, you're just gonna think that the person is a moron, am I right?<br />
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So if such a person existed which is a mighty yes what would you do such people? Torture? Ignore? I'll go with ignore & silent torture. The silent torture is smiling at every wrong things the person has done. Just keep smiling and do not even give a hint or correction or to advice. Just plain ignore with a smile & that my friend would get such people to a boiling point that he/she cannot take it anymore & would just burst. Now that is the sight to see. When all patience run out & the bomb has exploded. I just so love to see such things.<br />
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People love stepping on my toe when I keep my trap shut. Step.. step.. step is what they love doing to poor me. Pity? Yes I think so but it's not for me but for them because just like a bomb. Each person has his/her explosion time & that time would rise when the wick of the bomb is at its last strand of barrier & the defense line is broken & <span style="font-size: x-large;">BOOM</span> you get an exploded bomb.<br />
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My advice, never push the boundaries unless you are prepared with an armor at hand & a dagger at the other. Torture is the only the beginning of the movie, explosion is what that excites everyone most.Alter Egohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17111721363212251500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263468774880005099.post-27465159295680897982010-05-10T12:16:00.000+08:002010-05-10T12:16:56.882+08:00When hearts turn coldPeople don't turn cold just with a snap of the fingers. They turn cold because people made them too. Sometimes it is not they want too it is because they have too. Sometimes they want too because they don't want to be connected to anyone. People turn cold because there's a reason behind it & behind that every reason is the same old thing, DISAPPOINTMENT.<br />
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When disappointment reaps the heart there's always a drastic step that would be made, ISOLATION. When isolation takes place no one can penetrate that barrier until something much more powerful does which is INFLUENCE & LOVE. If you're one who can not provide such penetration never ever get close with one who has a cold heart for you would only be filled with hurt & once that has taken place never blame yourself but just let time do the talking.<br />
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Turning cold can be the best way to eliminate stress because your not dependent & trusting on nobody. When you're all that it takes the stress away on reliability but however loneliness would crowd you.<br />
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Alter Egohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17111721363212251500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263468774880005099.post-91403667007989682872010-05-06T02:46:00.000+08:002010-05-06T02:46:36.498+08:00When sugar eats me up"I was gonna go to class before I got high.. I could of cheated and I could of passed but I got high.." - Afroman<br />
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I'm craving for black chocolate, chocolate mousse, cupcakes, coke & cakes but then again medical complications is in my way to enjoy that. Just a lil coke gets me all hyper & then people would break into laughter. Laughter that gets them lil tummy cramps from laughing so hard. <br />
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It was conclude that if you plan on getting a flat or 6 pack tummy you should hang out with me because you'll laugh till all the fat is blasted out. Basically, touching sugar/glucose will get me all spiced up & prepared to go for battle even my mother is trying to keep me away from it. It's like "who let the dogs out.." kind of effect when sugar is in my system but that's where I get my energy. If not I'm dead quiet as a snail only sound when I'm stepped on.<br />
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Now afroman is stuck in my head & I've nobody to sing too. Everyone is asleep. ='(<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJFpe9TKRbO0comvIqIRjai75L1e2wpq8qpOa2Ui-M1_QwCIDh6y809-3TUTc2rMee9yIFPvL3Cr3So-VLhfi4vL7DVamHLxPJ7yq71vu8C3qRpq0Fndiy-gxW2TlNr_OvRd7YqSHEyd27/s1600/25072_392929118307_655218307_4009156_820849_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJFpe9TKRbO0comvIqIRjai75L1e2wpq8qpOa2Ui-M1_QwCIDh6y809-3TUTc2rMee9yIFPvL3Cr3So-VLhfi4vL7DVamHLxPJ7yq71vu8C3qRpq0Fndiy-gxW2TlNr_OvRd7YqSHEyd27/s320/25072_392929118307_655218307_4009156_820849_n.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Coz we got high!</div>Alter Egohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17111721363212251500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263468774880005099.post-30234558166100069912010-04-26T23:53:00.000+08:002010-04-26T23:53:03.641+08:00You need moneyI was just having a nice chat with kitty about furthering studies as it is a dream come true if I do get out of Malaysia & get a well paid job. That dream was instill in me by my parents. However that dream that was theirs is now mine but everything bows down to money. $.$<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">*KACHING KACHING*</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">There you go money is everything this days. Back in the days RM10 used to be able to buy many a things but now RM 10 is equivalent to 1 meal. 10 years ago you could buy yourself 3 meals a day with RM 10 but now RM10 at times is not enough to buy you a proper meal. To go on with your day eating outside food you'll need a minimum of RM 50. So best you eat at home.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Money is everything nowadays. Nothing goes by without money. Bribery is no longer a packet of ciggarettes or what-so-ever. Now it's you give me money & that's it. Even education money is needed. It is needed so badly that students are not available to pursue dreams because with money comes politics and with politics comes ignorance and with ignorance becomes so many problems that it leads to more and more problems. Even government school children need to pay school fees which could lead to nearly RM100 and not counting the books which they need to buy amounting to more than RM100.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">MONEY MONEY MONEY.. IT'S NOT FUNNY IN A POOR MAN'S WORLD!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So the best way to achieve your goals or targets is having the passion to do it. With passion comes inspiration with inspirations comes diligence with diligence comes the achieved goals. Money can rule your world if you want it to be & if you do that say bye bye to living a happy life. For now money is what we all think because we are forgetting how to live life to the fullest. Sometimes I wished I live life as how I used to be; carefree!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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Initially my topic was about the recent racist videos amongst Malaysians which I feel so embarrassed that a fellow country men has portrayed us Malaysians as racist citizens. However, it is only these narrow minded imbeciles are the ones who thinks the way they do. If & only if the world could see the beauty of all the races & how we practice semangat <b>MUHIBBAH</b> amongst ourselves despite of different cultural backgrounds. There's nothing we can do because the media loves the negative side of something, someone & countries compared to the positive. =D<br />
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We humans if there's one thing we are naturally good at that is finding someone else's fault & we the media would just make that fault into something horribly, terribly, vegetably <b>BAD</b>. That's the honest truth not bragging but just stating the facts. I would love to talk more on 1Malaysia but I've said what I said on my previous post about it & being the person who hates politics. I shall yield anymore thoughts & stick with what I've written.<br />
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1Malaysia can only happen overseas but never in its country. Believe me. =D<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs242.snc1/8920_144977449216_725599216_2585848_1155306_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs242.snc1/8920_144977449216_725599216_2585848_1155306_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Photo credits to Steph "haler" Sia</div>Alter Egohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17111721363212251500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263468774880005099.post-57899371201263913712010-04-10T17:37:00.000+08:002010-04-10T17:37:06.030+08:00I am God's childI hate make up on my face, I hate being soft spoken & all girly like, I hate carrying hand bags, I hate being all romantic & mushy, I like doing extremely physically challenging stuffs, I like board shorts, hoodies & hats, I like my busuk toys (instead of bantal busuk), I like speakers, amps & woofers, I like upgraded cars, I like racing on the road, I like to verbally abuse people who steps on my toes, I like being who I am & my parents aren't worried of it.<br />
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As much as I can misbehave I do have my limits, my what-nots, my beliefs & the love of my family. I can look rowdy but I have my limits. In life there are always limits once you cross that, it's hard for you to turn back time. I like writing, as you can see at times I do write nonsense and at times I write relevant stuffs. I do what I want, I think before I want to do something & become impulsive if I was pushed to the limits. Basically, according to all my close friends, I'm just unpredictable. Not that I'm bragging about it but I think it's true because I myself don't know what I want to do next. Whatever comes, comes whether I want to do it, that's my choice.<br />
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But what thing about me is at times you can just never put my face and character together because the puzzle always seem to run away. Sometimes people misjudge me for who I am but it don't matter to me because I can understand why. This is how I like it to be. More like a game compared to being realistic all the time. So this is me, I'm God's child. He made me for who I am, my parents shaped me to the person I am, I make myself learn to be the person everyone thinks, fascination.<br />
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Although, I do get people who assume or pride themselves in their friends. Thus, they misinterpret actions like ignorance as something really bad & that in Malaysia terms "lupa kawan". I do get that a lot. It does not mean that I don't hang out all the time means I forget my friends, correct?<br />
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Just like V.S.O.P I pride my friendships highly. They're expensive & worth it. So if I do stay away from people I just knew or people I just met it means there's something about them that I couldn't agree. It's rather they stay as acquaintance better than a friend. A friend is someone in my standards precious as gems & if they break the bond I'll weep because I lost those precious gems but if I don't weep it means I threw it into the ocean for someone else to have it..<br />
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My friends are like V.S.O.P & that's cause I value our friendships.<br />
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</div>Alter Egohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17111721363212251500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263468774880005099.post-10865998162090780282010-04-03T17:27:00.000+08:002010-04-03T17:27:19.253+08:001 Malaysia"<i>Hello nama saya Sarah Ong. Sy dari Petaling Jaya. Umur sy 19 taun. Sy pelajar kolej yg suke sgt2 maen sukan. Sy dari mana? Sy dari MALAYSIA lah! Apa lagi!??</i>"<br />
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I've always been asked what race am I and how come I speak such fluent Malay & look like one too. You see.. Most of my life I grew up in a Malay community & I like imitating how people talk thus the Malay slang I have. But here's the problem. I'm not Malay, I'm not Chinese, I'm not Eurasian but I'm MALAYSIAN. Only a Malaysian can speak Malay, English & their native language/mother tongue. Only a Malaysian can look chinese, indian, malay, benggali or mat salleh (caucasian).<br />
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Sometimes I do get cheesed off when people asked me stupid questions such as "How come you have tanned skin but you're chinese?". Now.. Can someone tell me what ridiculous question was that about. So what if my race says I'M CHINESE. It does not mean that I need to have yellow skin or speak chinese or not speak fluent english nor malay. I think people need to start knocking it in their head that WE ARE MALAYSIAN. Not chinese, not malay, not indian & definitely not caucasian.<br />
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WE, Malaysians come from a unique population of mixed race & we the mixed race are called MALAYSIAN because we do not belong in any ethnic group. Here's why.. IT IS BECAUSE WE HAVE MIX BLOOD. So if you go on & say you're chinese considering you're a mixed blood. Definitely you would look different, think different, dress different & act different. Why? Because of the way you grew up. You did not grow up learning 1 culture but 2 cultures & in some cases more than 2. Now how cool is that.<br />
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For us Malaysians we are so used to having more than 2 races in our family that we adapt all the cultures. I for one agree to that because I come from a multiracial family & we all love each other equally. Hence, all I can say is I'M MALAYSIAN & I'm PROUD to be One!Alter Egohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17111721363212251500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263468774880005099.post-41042730546269292162010-03-31T22:31:00.000+08:002010-03-31T22:31:44.435+08:00I can be your superman, I think so.Flying through the air & landing on the hard, tiled floor all I could think of was to laugh. Shocks, gasped spread all around us thinking we both got hurt but the only thing we thought was laughing. We laughed so hard that we did not realized we injured ourselves. Well done B&C. You gals really made history. Now that was the story of how we (B&I) attempted to portray superman flying in the skies. The outcome of that attempt was a bruised knee & a sprained wrist accompanied by stomachache. The stomachache was mainly laughing too much when everyone was so worried.<br />
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This lesson goes to show that we can never be superman. We are just human beings with no superpowers like "flying" or "laser eyes". The only thing we are capable of are thinking, talking, moving our limbs & staying immobilize like staring & sleeping. Me, just like a normal human being I can't be superman. No matter how many times I attempt being him, I just fail.<br />
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I fail not because I suck at being one. I fail just because I don't have the power to be one. I don't have superpowers to have anyone, every time & I definitely do not have powers to turn back time. I've only power to make the future a better one. Which is my future & at times friends. Saw that power! It's better then flying or laser eyes. I can be "go to the future" the spoof of "back to the future". Hahaha!<br />
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The fact of the matter is that I'm trying so hard to be superman & I just end up hurting myself. I guess GOD is telling me, "stop being who you are not!". ='(... That's just sad because I want to be everyone including batman, spiderman, wonder woman, mr. incredible etc etc.. The fact still remains the fact & I just have to let it go & live with whatever I have. Which are good company & a box full of laughter. =)<br />
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Time to start anew & let the old be not renewed.<br />
Those hurtful things that has happened let it not hurt no more.<br />
But be a memory put aside far far to the deepest ends.<br />
Once a story ends it ends.<br />
There's never a comeback.<br />
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And let's start a new leaf.<br />
A brand new one with you.<br />
'Coz I don't want YOU, YOU, YOU & YOU in my life.<br />
I don't want to care what happens in the future or is happening.<br />
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I want to be the like a guy who just don't give 2 cents about another.<br />
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<b>Ps: I'm not a guy! it was a metaphor.</b><br />
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I want to just move on & cast unappreciative people away.<br />
I want to just move on & don't care what happens.<br />
I want to just move on so I can be who I am.<br />
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People who has ended their chapter with me.. has ended!<br />
I'm not going to give away the softness of my heart no more.<br />
I'll just let them be & I'll let my self be the person who I turn out to be.<br />
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And that's it.. I'm getting a move on. (sing to "get your freak on").. Get a move on.. get a move on. Lol!<br />
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I dont want to be in a drama nor create any drama anymore. I'm just gonna be the passerby.<br />
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<b>PS:</b> <b>The students APPRECIATED the goodie pack a whole lot, they in fact created a video which will be posted very soon.</b> =D<br />
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Thus, to all facebook users out there. Please be aware of these students as their hyper active mode is said to be very contagious hence please stay far away or it would affect you. For vaccination on this "virus" please see the "shut down your laptop" button.<br />
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Reported by Sarah Ong.Alter Egohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17111721363212251500noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263468774880005099.post-63787455396783434712010-02-26T14:15:00.000+08:002010-02-26T14:15:08.364+08:00Life changesLife can be screwed up at times. It's just how you handle it, y'know. You gotta brave it through & find a solution. Sometimes the solution is just there right in front of your face but you just refuse to take it. Scared that you would loose this screwed up life which you have come to enjoy. Hey! You gotta face reality at times. Leaving a irresponsible life won't take you nowhere nor would it benefit you. Yes! It would bring joy to your life but it's fucked up (in a more crude way to put it). <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">You can say that my life is just as screwed as how I am. Nothing to do with parents or anything. Yes! I realize how screwed my life is. Studies? Those are alright. Relationship? I don't have one. So what then you might ask. It's neither family, bf (which you don't have one) or studies. I guess it's just the social life, no. It all comes down to friends. A friend told me what sad friends I have when they have no one they'll come to me & if they don't they will just abandon me. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sometimes being too nice has it's negativity. So much for telling my mates not to let anyone step on their heads. Condemning my own words is what I'm great for. Haha! Well sometimes you just forget till you realize that you're actually condemning yourself by then each friend you have 'advised' has said "I TOLD YOU SO". And all I can do is just pull a face & say "ya.. ya". What else is there to say, ay.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">On top of that I have 3 new books of a different genre to read. It's not the usual genre I'm used too but I'm giving it a try. You know life changes so people change. It's good to try new things just to experience the different things in life. I love trying new things. Anything that is. I won't care whether it's good or bad as long as I try it & I know it & I can go preached the word & say that those are good or bad. It's good knowing a lil thing or two about stuff. At least you won't seem ignorant or you could give heads up to people or people would come to you to ask if you have done it, tasted it, been there. Ah my nickname is JANE OF ALL TRAITS, MISTRESS OF NONE.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I LIKE BEING ME.. LIKE BEING SARAH ONG.. I'M JUST THE WAY I AM! </div>Alter Egohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17111721363212251500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263468774880005099.post-60522808504255277992010-02-24T19:39:00.000+08:002010-02-24T19:39:47.798+08:00My heads so hot that when I throw water it goes up in smokesThe weather is killing me! My hair has grown so fast in this month that I want to cut it again. I can't style my hair to how I like it & it looks like lalang.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I want to shave my hair bald. Wouldn't it be cool. Now I bet everyone is screaming NOOOO! I mean why not, ay. Just to live up to my name. I mean why is it not a problem for an african woman or an indian woman if they go bald. It's nothing! No one would look at them funny but if I chinese lady does that. The whole world would just stare at her down the road. Right.. right!! How unfair!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I love how my present classmates except the ones I hang out with often thinks that I'm some late, rotten, quiet person.Ok I might have exaggerated the 'rotten' part that's because I'm no such good influence in class. If there were an award of 'NO GOOD INFLUENCE'. I would be nominated & for being the quiet wan who rarely speaks up but comes in with an arrogant face. That's the word. The arrogant chiq! Hehehehe! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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So today was my first day of flashing. Although it did cause confusion & a tremendous headache but in the end I manage to do it. Once I got the hang out of it. Tada! I got hooked on it but now all I need is the software & my laptop.<br />
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Ahah! I caught your attention right. I bet you're thinking now why do I need a software & a laptop for flashing. Get your head out of your sexual fantasy people, I'm talking about Flash Animation. You know creating animation with flash. Haha! I got yall didn't I. =D Ah! The human minds really is some mind.<br />
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It's been a while since I stepped into the foyer of a thousand people from different parts of the world. Somehow it didn't smell like home but more of a ditch. A ditch full of garbage & more to be thrown in soon. How poorly a home has been manage to a dump site. Now my plan is to move out of this place but so far I've not a choice yet but to stay in it for a while more. Maybe later I'll move out. =) But am thinking about it.<br />
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But just as I walk into this dump site. Eyes preyed on my head. I guess it must have been a sight. It makes people ponder on what gender I could be. Some of them could be making bets. But what do I care. Friends going around wondering what drastic change has happen some even wondering what in the wide world has happen to me. But hey.. I'm still that whacky, crazy driver who knows most of the shortcuts. =D<br />
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Getting stared at is fun. I had a very random comment just asking. This guy just randomly said "cool hair!!". Since I was rushing the only kind gesture I could make was a "thumbs up". Hahahaha!! The guy said "thanks". Lol! That's funny! Owryte.. owryte.. Enough about my hair already. I bet most of yall are bored of me talking about my hair. Hahahaha! I shall stop here before you guys go crazy!<br />
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So the boss or not the boss who kitt says is MY BEST FRIEND had to be called & tada after much talking. Them taking advantage of me just because I parked at a non-parking space asking me to pay them some money for drinks I manage to get that yellow thing out of my tyres. Did I give them some money? Nope! Why should I when a sign was already plastered on my windscreen saying kereta rosak & my mechanics were there seeing to it. So basically am telling the truth not lying because the damn car park is so far away from college.<br />
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Which the tpm management so cleverly put there making us do extra work for coming to classes even making us LATE for class because the damn shuttle van is not punctual. Pfft!!! But hey.. What's done is done. There's another solution. RIght now I just don't have no car & my mechanic nearby my house is a total nuthead because he didn't resolve any of my car problems. So I had to call the puchong mechanic to get it done & thank god mum called them because immediately they realise what's wrong with the car. Tada! Case solve now pocket burn! Money come out again. Aih!Alter Egohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17111721363212251500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263468774880005099.post-73233321704334175182010-01-21T12:43:00.000+08:002010-01-21T12:43:26.927+08:00Looking back, no more.You know how some past are so stubborn that they don't want to remain in the past but instead intrudes the present. Just as how much it means to you, the past it also makes life difficult to carry on if it keeps on intruding.<br />
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Yeah! Basically that has threatened my present for a good few months. But now baby.. I'm free! I'm so happy that even singing joy to the world can't show how happy & free I am. Knowing that finally after much rejection & ignorance the past has finally decided to stay in the past. Right now I'm so glad I can really say goodbye to 2009 & HELLO 2010.<br />
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I hope the new year has much more exciting things for me. Concentration on studies would be on top of my list. Hey who wouldn't if you really want to go get the hell out of here, ay. =)<br />
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PS: The first cut is trully the deepest & it'll take a good few years to heal.<br />
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