apparentleeee i ramble.

I'm imperfect. love meh or hate meh. I'm hooman.

what have been written can be changed, but i do not wish it so.
if i do i think i'll be erasing myself.
the self i have forgotten,
the self that in time - will be called naive,
being young is the time to make mistakes.

its good to have elders who teach, but pupils from the school of hard knocks have better retention.
yet people forget.
they forget the people that loved them, why they helped.
a simple cause is the strongest yet,
to motivate a person emotionally is stronger than rationally.

think big, think objectively, but responsibly. anything in between are obstructions.

everybody has something to bring to the table. food
different people different strokes. golf
work with the cards u have,
win it or not, try not to chong ;p- tai tee

i walk where i want, in mind not to thread to near to fire.

malaysia must never use nuclear. blood cancer! learn of other ways.
apparentlee in countries which uses nuclear there are plenty of ill born children, autism etc.
there have been nuclear exposure deaths of malaysian students, think of the ones who didn't die?

[chinks. powerful people. personally i fear their tenacity, their ability to survive.
Mays are powerful individuals. but as people they are weak.
they love glam, working class mind set.
i have an uncle who wouldn't want to say he is a malay cause he is ashamed of how idiotic they can be. muka cam cina kays. itu takleh watpe arr. (my grandparents biologically chinese, but culturally malay - ada paham?). aku nih da campur bugis(mmg kantoi arr melayu).
dia pakai estima hybrid. progressive kot~(estima ngan hybrid shouldn't be used together, ironic sesangat)

i don't hate chinks, i have their blood in me.
but roket tak jaga orang len, bek vote BN dari biar dorang bom masa depan anak2 aku.
my blood is related to jermeng amerikaa chinese melayu, i racist camne pon i tak racist. hahaha
its familia]

the malay race has a country that with a same sounding name.
but no one wants to be a malay, the rich wants to be mat sallehs makan kat meja, dgr the ting-tings.
the rurals nak jadi arab, pakai jubah, serban. mmg to obscurity la bangsa kita.

mat saleh leyh men roket, saya melayu nak men meriam.
kena buat program safety men meriam arr sblum grad.

hihi i wanted to write a little. tapi it became long. ni bukan tu tontonan umum. ni my notes.

i dont know.

it's been a long time since my last post. nearly a year ago.
its not that i dont have anything to say it's just that i consider doing this to be vain.

to tell others what you are feeling, most likely to read it when they are bored out of their heads.
to write with the thought of telling something those anons wouldn't yet have known, to pour out your heart or even just kecoh bende tak penting.

why?
its not about not having the gratification of writing, or even because i'm writing to an audience without a face accessible by nearly 2 billion ppl.

its just.....
i find it better doing something else. last week I went to the beach.
had a walk and saw a new device, it can bring up a 30 footer sail boat up to my college's slipway.
it was interesting. I'd rather do those things than write this.

after this anything i write would be a reminder to me, by me for me,
a reminder.

but if anyone would like to read it, do go on.
tell a friend if i wrote something that is interesting.
i appreciate u being here, write a comment.

hmm that about all. got to study for my naval arch paper tomorrow...
ta~~

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p/s this is for MY future reference

if only.....

if only u can get wasted with watermelons......
the world would be a better place.

a poem for me

together the seeds were sowed,
our fertilizers differ,

from the same we came,
they were departed,

we differ by celsius and candela,
it shows on our leaves.

they grew further,
without intent,

united again they became,
the seeds reached maturity,
no longer compatible,

killing and hogging,

for light,
for hope,
for salvation.

swim je lah

water confidence is mucho important than the ability to swim.

watch when these dummies try to hold on... 0:17
they try.....


hahaha!!!!!

language is the mold of civilisation

man is the product of language.

if u look into how a community use certain words in a language, u can see a certain pattern of conduct that follows.

berkira/calculative.
this is the direct translation.

but according to the language it has totally different usage.
berkira- stingy.(other lingos- kemut,kedekut, etc.)
calculative- being aware of every reaction available to a certain action. thus the word foresight is involved.

foresight is a very good value to have.
thus in the english speaking communities to be calculative is seen as wise.

unlike the word berkira which shows a person is stingy,
thus seeing in daily life,
when ever a person has earned a bit of cash they have the obligation to splurge on friends and family.
if they had kept the money atleast it would be useful for a longger period of time.

see!? this is shows how
man is the product of language.
even ideals and values are.... how do say.....not distorted but changed
through the inconsiderate usage of language.

i use the word inconsiderate
because at the end if the day
it is not the upbringing which is at fault
because every person old enough should have known better which is best.

NEVER MAKE THE PARENTS RESPONSIBLE.
they are old enough