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.

Off to Montreal

Haha. At last a vacation. In 2 hours will be heading to Montreal. Going with a new found partner by book! "The Happiness Hypothesis" by Jonathan Haidt. Good book, good company.

Will be back in about 6 days time. =)

Thou shall hate winter

This is about what happened yesterday. I had my chemistry at 8am in the morning. The night before it was snowing and accumulated about 3 inches thick. I was up awake and studying for the exam and it was about 7am the snow shower stopped and changed into a heavy rain with freaking strong winds!!

Snow + Rain = Very very very messy slushy slushy environment outside. Gosh. And I had to cycle to my exam hall which was at Metro Toronto Convention Centre, so I had to cycle longer than usual to get there. I was too busy studying that I forgot to check the time. it was about 7.20am and well it wasn't too late but I need to find the exact location of my exam hall inside the building so I rushed and I was lazy to take out my winter shoes. I thought it wont be so bad since the snow was not so heavy. Big mistake.

I pakai la that normal sneakers from Malaysia yang tak kalis air. Hopped on my bicycle and started pushing my way through the slushy road. Fuh. It was so slippery!! And the wind blowing like want to send me off flying! Lucky at least I was wearing proper jackets, yeah jackets. One not enough. My body did not get wet but my pants were soaking wet!! The shoes and my feet!! It felt like being placed inside the freezer. The toes paraylsed.

Oh yeah, me cycling gloves. Not waterproof so... Frozen fingers as well. I did my 3 hour exam with that icefilled shoes. Ooo. Brr. Chemistry was a hell lot tough. Monstrous!! 50 objectives in 3 hours. I was wondering why are they giving so much time for 50 objective questions? See the paper only know. Dropped dead halfway. there were about 9-10 questions that even if you get to open a textbook, you wont be able to get them right. Complex applications. I was sitting at the front most table and my chemistry professor was right in front of me staring all the time. All that I was thinking was "damn! If I could only read your mind!!"

Done with exams had to go through the rain and slushy sloshy road again. The wind was even stronger this time. Adui. It was like a battlefield! I was nearly home, when I got down from my bicycle and wanted to cross the road and so I psuhed the bike. There was this huge pile of snow by the pavement. Considering myself already in a terrible mess, I wanted to mess things up. So I went around kicking snow! Nice! Until my foot hit a hard hard object. OUCH!! Damn. It was a big rock covered by snow. Manalah saya tau. =(

Reached home. Straight into the bath!! Ahh... hot water, hot water!! I was under the shower for about 30 mins. Defrozing my toes and my fingers. Its a weird feeling when frozen body parts get sudden hot water treatment. Like as if you cant feel anything but there is something. Ahh. I don't wanna go out anymore. But my food stock not gonna last for another day. Arghh. Low temperature means high food consumption. I had been eating non-stop.

That's it. I need to sleep. My sleeping pattern is really out of order. High entropy change in body metabolism rate. (entropy = "degree of chaos")

I need my eternal summer. Any votes?