How I became Super Thila.

"As temperature approaches to -ve, the appetite approaches to infinity. Hence, the money in the pocket approaches 0." 

Now, it is the mid of Fall. I loved the very beginning of it, with colours of red falling from the sky as I cycled around. But now the temperature is going down. I love wearing shorts. I always wear shorts and right now I guess its time to give up. Damn. I can't stand it cause I'm losing to the weather. I also hate wearing sweaters and jackets. Windbreakers are okay. 

Its been below 10 degrees lately and I still am going around without a jacket and also still wearing shorts. Now, I'm not gonna give in to mother nature that fast am I? Haha. I do feel cold but somehow as I cycle the body heat helps to warm me up. I can stand a few more degrees lower I guess. 

As I was cycling back home after a squash game few days ago I stopped at a red light and there was another cyclist who stopped beside me, a white guy wearing some thick jacket and winter gloves. He looked at me wearing a summer sports attire and gave me a weird stare and said "Aren't you cold??" I replied "Umm, I guess a little bit. I am still okay with it." He started laughing and said "Are you from the North Pole or something??" And it was green light already. I was moving and shouted "I am a distant relative of penguins!!" 

It was actually about 5 degrees on that night. Did I feel cold? To be honest I did but after a 2 hours game of squash the intense body heat produced was far more than enough for me not to realize that it was cold out there. haha.

Oh there was another one more case too. I went out on a Saturday with two of my friends to a Bicycle Show at the Exhibition Centre in Toronto. We used a street car this time around and not the bicycle which was kinda rare. So the lady sitting beside me started a conversation with me and again the same question "You don't feel cold??" I said "Yes I do, but I'd rather sacrifice than wearing a jacket or long pants. Never mind its not THAT cold anyway. I am pretty young to be able to stand it." That was when she started calling me "Haha! I know! You are Superman!" and then the whole journey in the street car she was addressing me as Superman!!

Oh, and my friends was not able to control their laughter were laughing out loud as soon as we came out of the street car and hence they started calling me Super Thila!!

And that's the story of how I became Super Thila.

P/S. I do not like cold weather. I don't like. I want the warm sun. 

Japaneeeesee

And now I officially have someone to teach me Japanese! Yay!!

Creativity Juice

I'm running out of it at a very rapid rate. Will soon deplete. Then comes auto-pilot. And then what?

Should I continue this blog?

I am starting to wonder if I should continue blogging. Somewhere I just cant my blood mind to work on it. Its kinda sad when I abandon it no? I promised updates even list of things that should have been posted long time ago. Nothing happened eh?

Decide decide. A dilemma. To blog or not to blog? That is the question.

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Me back in Taiping! Home sweet home. My abandoned house looks like rumah hantu. I shall take some pictures of it. Not much of a change in Taiping which I like but they bloody chopped off the lovely trees by the roadside at the main road connecting Taiping to Kamunting!! Damn it. Now looks botak.

Maxwell hill is still as lovely as ever. I hope they don't build the cable car. They are gonna destroy nature. =(

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I got sick of kay-hell in one day. YAY!! 

"Wonderful" birthday eve

21st April 2010

Kids we all have been through bad days. Bad as in as bad as you would normally shout in your mind "AHH. Damn it! This is the worst/unluckiest day of my life!" Now this is a story of one of those days. It is not my worst one though.

Woke up with no one beside me. Laptop sent for service yet AGAIN, so I spent the morning in the library going through emails and then took a short swim in Facebook. It was all normal until lunchtime. I skipped breakfast so kinda felt those gastric juices gaining force to invade and make a hole in my stomach.

You see, during any special days e.g birthday, last day of exam, last day of my life, etc etc. I would usually treat myself with a nice and lovely meal that I had never tried before (some turns disastrous =D). I felt a wee bit of happiness come descending by from heaven and each time this happens I'd dump my bicycle and start to walk. I strolled along the streets. Feeling adventurous I hunted for food in a new forest. A forest not taken. Was I familiar with the road? No, not at all.

Left, right, left, right, straight, right, left, reverse a bit, left again (and it went on). After about 30 mins of direction changes I ended up in front of a shop with the name Spicy Curry. The owner was a Pakistani. God oh god, the smell was so good. I ordered lamb curry with briyani rice, some vege and to drink some mango lassi. I gobbled up every single thing served. There was a lot of rice, my stomach has very little space but I stuffed it in! Like compressing gas to liquid! The tummy bloated and I could feel the high pressure inside (those who eat like a pig would know this lovely sensation).

Now now, as I was eating I totally forgot the outside world as I was in the world of food! Thila in Foodland (no outside foots allowed). When I came to my senses it was raining. I did check the weather forecast before I went out. I know it will rain but hey I made my own forecast and my brain said "You idiot those are for morons! Look at the sky its so bright, and sunny! and bright! and even sunnier now!" Now who is the moron? Sigh.

Back to the shop. It was raining, but hey its okay I love rain so I stood up to walk out. Hahhahaahahaha. And then there was trouble! I was a little tooooo full to walk. Painful like no tomorrow. One step and then Oww! another step Oww! Plus hey, I forgot how I ended up at that place. Dragged my stomach all over the place soaking wet and in a bit of cold. I have this pride about directions you know, a principle that I hold on to, "Ask no one for your way back!" No matter what happens, even if its a matter of life and death show no mercy to youself. Find your own bloodey directions! I will tell you one day how this principle came about to my mind. Thanks to one of my scouts expedition. =D

No, I did not die. Too much of food supply to die. Some 45 minutes later I snailed back home. Took a shower and lazied on the bed until the rain stopped. Then I went out again for a photography session, the best time to take pictures of flowers is 20 minutes before sunrise and a few minutes after the rain. I walked to the park about 20 minutes away, partial food was already digested. I felt comfortable walking now.

I took out the camera from the bag found some nice flowers and started my work. I only took about 5 proper shots when the screen showed "memory card full" Dang!! I did not transfer my previous shots the other day since laptop was dead. There goes my day again. Frustrated, I walked back home took my bicycle and headed to my Uni's library. They are open till 12 am so I planned to spend my time there.

All was good until 12 am. I went out from the library to my bicycle. The damn bicycle lock got stuck. The lock said "I'm paying back for leaving me under the rain unattended." It was rusted. I shall blame the weather. =D It's not over yet. I was struggling to open the lock, turning the key all over, pulling the lock, banging the lock with my bare hand (I was imagining as if my hand was a hammer), banging my head on the seat with frustration, not to mention the chilly cold wind. "Freeze!! Put your hand's up and turn yourself around, face up!" My hand was totally frozen and it was getting harder to manouvre it to open the lock. Then I kinda gave out a tiny scream (the ones we do when we want to put some energy into things) and heaved and pulled!! As I was acting and performing my silly act, I saw blue & red lights flashing around me. Then, a policeman came out of his car and shouted at me. "Hey you! Get your hands off that bicycle! I was watching you for some time now."

Oh God. Now what? A policeman comes by shouting at me thinking that I'm stealing my own bike at my birthday? What a day. I gave him my explanation. He still did not believe the bicycle was mine.
"You use only that key and open the lock, no smacking, and stop yanking it. If it opens the bicycle is yours if not sorry sir you'd have to come with me." My my, his voice was really deep and very authoritative. And he looked kinda scary as if he was ready to devour me. Another five minutes later the lock opened. ahhhh. I was relieved. He gave me a weird frowning look, "It's yours alright but I want to remind you that your bike does not have a headlight, and you don't have a helmet. You can get a ticket up to $300 for that." I simply went "Sorry sir, I'll get that done. Am I getting a ticket now?" (I wonder how many times I used this line but no lesson learned. =D) I knew what he was about to say and he did. "It's okay, just make sure you have it all set tomorrow."


And that's the story of how I spent my 20th birthday eve. Oh well, in the end I turned out lucky alright. =D

The update list

Okay, It has been a long time. I'm back. Quite a number of things to update so I came up with a short list before I post on each one of them individually later on. It comes with a title and a catch phrase.

1. "Wonderful" birthday eve
     - beware of gifts, they come in a package

2. Of gays and lesbians
     - sorry but I'm straight

3. X-Files and my phantom house, 74 Baldwin St
    - the truth is IN here

4. The night I stood still
    - an eye cleansing experience

5. Homecoming
    - I'm going home, to the place where I belong (Chris Daughtry)

6. Summer, sum up the heat
    - It's coming! The sun visits earth.

On an additional note, Jeffrey Khoo Boo Jin!! You wanted an update, here it is. Coming soon in my blog. haha. Probably I will post one per day. =D

007 - Chick Ken

A chicken crossed the road and met James Bond,

"What's your name?" asked the chicken.

"Bond, James Bond. Whats yours?"

"Ken, Chick Ken."


~Stolen from somewhere in the world wide web.~

It was a "lovely" February

Fab Feb babies were having Fab Feb fever but hey it was the worst month for me. Even the very beginning of February was a bad omen. 1st of February, I skidded skillfully on the road and fell from the bicycle and stood up in time to see my cool blue shades being crushed by a car. Cool eh?

My month of February was filled with a hell lot of challenges. AND each one of them were plotting something against my summer break!! Jahanam betul. They half succeeded. Sigh.. now I had to postpone me summer plans.. Out of 120 days of summer, I now have 30 days left.. =(

Some real important decisions were made in this month. Some tragic moments too. To my close friends who know what happened, thanks for the advice and thanks for being there when your presence was needed. It helped and meant a lot. =)

The weather hated me too. Winter was at the end but it was more like the beginning. Filled with sudden crazy snowstorms.

There was a HUGE hole in my pocket. No. Not just a HUGE hole. That's an understatement. It was a HUGE blackhole. It sucked and sucked me dollars dry. Textbooks are fuckin' expensive.

Textbook was not the only thing. MY WIFE!! She really sucked me dry I tell ya. (it sounds wrong =O ) Sigh.. she petitioned a temporary divorce with me. Haih.. and the money went to the celaka punya lawyer.

One fine day in my lovely February, I took a bus on a Saturday and I had to buy the ticket from an automated billet machine (ticket counter closed on weekends). I was in a hurry and went to the machine, press press press and I wanted a two way ticket. Usually when I buy at the counter they give me one ticket which can be used for to and fro journey. I thought it should be the same. The price of the ticket on the screen was the same so I checked it and took it out. THEN I saw what was written on the ticket, "This pass can only be used for the date printed." and the date was for only a day meaning i have to use it on that day itself to go and come back which was not my plan. I wanted a return ticket after two days. I had to get a new one. Damn it.

February was also the month when I lost my beloved bag. Geram betul! I was in a food court. Ate my food and I went to throw my leftovers in the bin. I left my bag on the table for that moment. It was the case of "now you see, now you don't" Celaka tul. AHH. I searched for it for a few days!! Nowhere to be found.. My calculator, my pencil box with all kinda stuffs in it, my NOTES, my file folder.. ALL gone.. gone.. gone with the wind... fark it. More dollars out of the pocket.

Haih.. I guess that's about it..

But hey, like someone said "all of February was bad for you except for one day!" hahaha. Yes! I shall add to it another one day! It was for two days remember?! =D

THE END

Stop That Fantasy

I went to get a haircut about a week ago and the saloonist (a girl) asked me this "Do you by any chance happen to have a girlfriend?" I said, no and I asked why she asked. She told me, "Cause your hair is so rough." And when I got back home I told my friend about it and was telling her how would it be if I had a girlfriend? And then she started this conversation below. Haha. Slam poetry! The purple is the alien friend.

Stop that fantasy

Make it a reality

End your days being lonely

And to find fingers touching you softly

To whom shall I show my insanity?

To the one who you love most tenderly

I know none who would want yours truly

Or should you stop being picky?

I'm not being picked, I'm not choosy

Well, love will find you don't worry

But don't just sit there, get out and be merry

Life is too short to only study

Pick me, pick me the one and only!

I will pick you but also leave you unfaithfully

So, no I won't take you simply

And I would stay forever lonely

You will never know how love can be so tenderly

I have felt it once, I do know really

Is that all you will ever need, seriously?

Come on don't live foolishly

Cherish the past passionately

But seek for a future open mindedly

I'm not saying no, I'm not silly
I would wait for the one dearly
But I do know it would take an eternity
For that one to come mysteriously

Even if for eternity, it will come hopefully

Well, I guess there is no hurry

But why not if it can make you happy

It's never too late nor early

I am in no hurry
Doesn't matter sad or happy
It is just something that will never be

Or is this a sign of gay maybe?

I simply love the ending. And no. I'm not gay. =P

A walk in the rain

Had a long bath again. A sign of a disturbed mind. It was raining and it was warmer than usual today. I decided to take a walk outside. Headed out to get some french vanilla coffee mix. Instead of cycling, I walked. Raindrops; remedy for tangled consciousness.

Somehow, the rain would be present during gloomy days as if to help me cleanse my thoughts. Nature is powerful. Feeling the touch of cold drops on my skin I walked and watched the liveliness along the streets. The place I was walking to had this indie sensation. I saw street performers. A man singing country songs, playing a guitar. It was good and filled the empty mind. Music is medicine. Songs answer a call for cure.

Then I saw a group of guys with that hardy appearance, addicts. I stared, my mind was just seeking for something and it just wandered. One of them saw me staring and called out, "Ganja?" My mind was simply empty at that time around. I smiled and walked along. Then I stopped and wondered, why did I smile? Was that the right expression? I don't know. It was all tangled. Confusion.

I got what I wanted to buy and I felt like eating something. Got myself an egg tart from a bakery along the way. Enjoyed eating it under the rain. I walked home.

Square Root of Three

This is a poem written by David Feinberg. Its in the movie Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay.
I can't stop listening to it. Its beautifully written. Love it!

I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly come waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

Lake view

That's my new header! Lake Garden in Taiping. One beautiful spot. Love it, missing it. It reminds me of hope.

Nice?

Homemade ice mango tea

Is it a good start? Cause today I am feeling positive all of a sudden. Now now, how long has it been since I last felt this way? Hmm.. I wonder if my homemade ice mango tea has anything to do with this. Aha, aha. Some funny potion in the drink

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One hour a day. One hour a day. One hour a day. Got to do this. Pen it down my friend! Pen it down. No. Pencil it down. I prefer pencils. If I can make it happen, then I will be falling in love with myself again. Haha. Yes, I am not making any sense.

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On a journey to a place where I will find peace again. Calmness comes from within and without.

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Ice mango tea anyone? Will add a twist of lemon for ya!

A story of an elephant and its rider

It's the last few moments of the year 2009 and most people would be blogging about what had happened throughout the year. But I'm gonna tell you a story.

During my Christmas break, I spent my time reading this book "The Happiness Hypothesis" by Jonathan Haidt. Haidt made an analogy on how to relate our subconscious mind and our conscious mind which he said is the elephant and the rider respectively.The rein used by the rider to control the elephant is the only mean of communication between them. The rider is smart and he is able  to communicate with other riders and he gains knowledge. The elephant is helpless and moves based on mere instincts. Then again, the rider has a very limited role. He makes choices. He chooses which path the elephant should go to. Left, right, straight or back. The rest of the work is done by the elephant.

What if the rider loses his rein? Or if he is not able to control his own elephant? The elephant would not go on a rage. It would simply follow whatever it thinks is right, whatever that it used to do daily just like a computer program. As I was reading the book, I wondered how did my journey with my elephant was for the past few years. I believed that the conscious rider is our soul. Below is my story.

In my past, I was a very skilled rider. The choices that I made most of the time lead my elephant and I to victory. I knew I had tamed my elephant well enough that I threw the reins away. I understood my elephant and he me. I would talk to him and he would understand what I say. This harmonious relationship between both of us nurtured creativity and the ability to grasp knowledge around us with arms wide open.

I found that it was not only my elephant that I was able to tame. I somehow believed that I could understand other rider's elephants too. I was able to make friends with any rider that I met. And some very intimately. I was happy.


One day, there was a war. I tried to escape but to no avail and my elephant was afraid. From what I could remember, there was a huge explosion in front of me and the world went blank for a few days. When I finally opened my eyes. I could not feel my hands, I could not feel my legs and I could not feel that cool breeze that I once loved so much. The touch of raindrops on my skin was no longer there.


I was paralysed. I could only see and talk. I looked at my elephant. He is now blind. He is now mute. He could no longer hear my words. The harmonious bond between us was destroyed. He could not grow any wiser without my advice. There was no more knowledge that I could instill in him. He now makes his choices without a sense of direction and without my command. Alone and helpless. He thought that I left and abandoned him for good. 

I was not there when he needed me. And so, we moved on. We both exist side by side without a relation. How sad, I could not go to him and give him cookies for a festival or sweets when he had done a good work. I felt lost. We together are lost. Till now.


I hope one day, we would accidentally bump into a doctor. And hope that the doctor would cure my paralysis and my elephant's sight and hearing. Until then, my life and my journey would be on a defected autopilot. I could no longer steer.