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Part 1 : College

{ Posted by Justin Yong }
{ 10:27 AM, 6 November 2008 } { 0 comments } { Link }

Phew. I want a good break. I want to just hide away from all these work, people and not to mention technology! Sometimes I really feel like throwing my laptop away. Feel la. Will never do it. When the laptop's on, I always seem to be sooooo busy. No, not watching porn. I don't anyway. It's just that everything I do, it's on the laptop. Watch movies, do my assignment, study for quiz, search for infomation, reading the news, catching up with friends and yadda yadda.

I want to do something I really like. Hmm...I want to sit by the beach all by myself, with a good book to read, a nice cup of hot chocolate. Oh, and good weather. It'd be so nice to be able to escape from the city life!

WAKE UP! It not gonna be a reality probably until you retire. Ha-ha. I dream, I dream.

Well back to reality. Have I ever talked about my "new" life in college? No right? That's probably cos I rarely spend my time in college checking out on chicks. Oh no no, my friends in college would all know me as zooming in and ZOOMING out. I arrive class justttt on time, most of the time, and then leave class as soon as it finishes or before class even end. Why why? Parking la friends. Lewat 1 minit, bayar lebih 2 ringgit. Nak ke tak nak? Of course I don't want to.

Expensive kan? No choice, unless I park at main block, which is such a problem. Did you know I'm in Help University College? Yeah, so stop asking already ey! Let me give you a picture if I would to park at main block, so if you people were to go to HELP, remember what I told you. Taylor's parking is not any better though.

Ok, let's vrooom.
1) I'll have to go at least 45 minutes earlier to college if I plan to park at main block.
2) If you go early early in the morning like 7-8am. Still lots of parking. But my classes don't start so early...
3) My times are usually around 11+ 2+ 4+. How how how?
4) Sure, there is parking! After waiting for 30 minutes. Now you know why you need to go at least 45 minutes earlier?
5) You go round round round, and probably get your car scratched by all the other cars parked at illegal spot! Damn.
6) or You just wait at a certain lane for a car to go. My choice. Usually first and second row.
7) Wait, wait, wait. Ok once you see the bus coming in, then a bunch of students walking towards the cars, BE PREPARED to fight. Really.
8) Wind down your window, ask politely anyone who passes by, "Where the heck is you car?!" *Points there* Okok, I'll give you a lift, and you give me your parking. HaHa
9) Got the parking. Now grab the bag, lock up the car, run run run to the bus waiting there or on the way out.
10) Get on the bus. See no driver, wait another 5-10 minutes.
11) Bus full - off we go!
12) If you get a seat, good job! If you don't, HOLD TIGHT!
13) The most 5 minutes, you reach the other side of HELP.
14) Say thank you abang. Then go down.
15) No, you're not there yet wei. Still have to walk at least 2-3 minutes to your block. Haiyo. Fed up.
16) Arrive there, opens the door, Lecturer says : Let's start!

The pro about it parking there is - Cheap! RM 3/per entry.

I only have one class at main block, that is also after another class at the other side. So that's the hassel if I were to park at main block. Ey ey, let you imagine something. What if it rains HEAVILY?? Hahaha imagine!

I'll continue another time. Gotta rush to college again. Today lagi worse. Two classes but no I'm only going for one. Cos I don't wanna park at main block, or else, sure late. Not gonna take the risk when I have an assignment to pass up by 12 pm and a test to sit for.

Byeee!

Justin Yong

LIFE

{ Posted by Justin Yong }
{ 4:19 PM, 12 October 2008 } { 0 comments } { Link }

What's Life?

We have a life, don't we?

Have you ever thought what is the purpose you're here on earth?

What is life and how is life for you?

We have the same life or a different one?

Do we need to make plans for our life or God has done it all for us?

What is our direction in life?

Will we live a short or long life?

What do you understand of life?

It is a word which keeps our real life paused for a while to keep us thinking of the many questions which we really cannot answer. Do you have an answer to what life is?

I'm not sure of you, my friends but these questions are keeping me alive. I don't just keep them hidden, it is a routine for me to ponder on these questions. Yet, I am not able to answer a single one.

What do you actually mean by saying that life has its ups and downs?

Do you know what tomorrow brings? The dictionaries give us some beautiful definition of life but do you think it explains all about our life?

Life, is a topic which I am never bored with. You might've heard of the line "Life is Short" coming out from my mouth. Why do I hold to that line all this while?

Day in day out, we hear the term, "Live life to the fullest". How do we do it? Is it as simple as being happy everyday? or just by chasing your dreams? Life starts as soon as you're delivered to the world. Some are unfortunate to not have the chance to understand what life is to them as they never had the chance to live through it. JWhat about us? We're given this opportunity to look deeply in life. This one word, which could open up out eyes to many things which are unknown to us at the moment.

I've always advised to live life like there's no tomorrow. Many disagree with me when I tell them, you never know when you will die, it might just be tomorrow so why care so much. Just do what you think is right. What you think may complete your life. What which you think defines your life. It's your life. Not your parent's nor your friend's. Yours, my friend. However you shape it, only you will walk this life. It doesn't mean to say that you go have sex many times a day because you might not have it tomorrow. If that's life for you then I have nothing to comment on but I'm pretty sure each and everyone of us know what we want in life. It takes time to realise about it, but when you do, it means a whole lot.

As a teenager now, I dare say my life is quite different from other teenagers out there. Many likes to party, but I just can't get myself to that mood. My kind of party is more like a gathering when I meet with friends and family members whom I care of. Those are the times which I really appreciate and keep as a sweet memory. You may say I live a quiet live, but to me, my life is really colourful. Just by thinking of how to make the world a better place for us all (which is one of my dream), keeps me going all day long. Many of my friends stay up till the early a.m. to drink and dance or go wild in clubs. What do I stay up for? Thinking.

I don't plan, because to me, all the efforts put in to planning might be wasted if you die the next day. So, I think. I think of what the world might be tomorrow if I'm still able to live or if I'm dead. I think of what I can do now which may benefit mankind even if I'm not here tomorrow. I think of my friends and family who appeared so far in my life. I remember everyone of you.

What are my dreams in life you would ask. I've thought of it and could just sum it up in one sentence - I'm here with my fulfilled life to fulfill your life. I'm not at selfish, I do not want to make big bucks for myself, but for people who needs it to fulfill their life. A short sentence but with so much to do. Money is not just one aspect in life though, happiness, confidence, care, security, love, hope and many more is what one needs in life to be complete.

From the day I know life, I just know what I have to do. As long as I can help people fulfill their life, I'm complete. I don't need to put on branded clothings, I don't need to drive a big and flashy car, I don't need to live in a huge and beautiful house. All I need is to see everyone have a chance to fulfill their life. Just at the very basic that children and adults alike in many countries do not even have food to keep them alive. How much is there left for them in life? We should share part of out fulfilled life with them. If everyone in the world can leave out being selfish and share life, this world would be complete. This world would be a better place for us to live our life to the fullest.

With the quote,

~ And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count.
It's the life in your years. ~

Abraham Lincoln

I hope we all will make this world a better place by sharing what you own with others for all of us to have a better life.

Justin Yong

Next up : Death

In support of "916"

{ Posted by Justin Yong }
{ 3:03 PM, 14 September 2008 } { 0 comments } { Link }

Like most Malaysians, I am, too, concern of the political situation in Malaysia. With it being in the headlines lately and all the extra information which we can easily access through the World Wide Web, many of us have first hand information of the dirty tactics used by both the government and the opposition.

I am frustrated with the way BN is handling all the issues. As an elected government, they should not even bother of Anwar Ibrahim and Pakatan Rakyat's claim to topple the government. Why worry and do all the nonsense? Just do your core business which is to serve the country and the Rakyat! I always believe if you are strong and doing the right thing, no one can ever topple you.

It is obvious the government is not making an effort to clear their bad name and do the best for the country and the Rakyat! I am patriotic and usually would feel excited when National Day comes by, but this year, I slept in and woke up feeling angry and dissapointed over the recent political instability in Malaysia. I could still tolerate this until the recent arrest of RPK, Teresa Kok and Tan under the ISA who were just speaking up for the Rakyat and providing us with the correct information! Why is it when the goverment has got no idea of how to control the situation, they order the police to use the ISA agaisnt activist who are fighting for the Rakyat! If BN is doing such a good job, I am sure people will respect the leadership and support them all the way...

I admire Dr. Koh Tsu Koon for daringly voicing out his dissatisfaction and review to pull out from Barisan National if it is no more relevant. With his statement and many more from MCA and other political parties who disagree with the method used to curb arising problems for eg. using the ISA to detain INNOCENT people, UMNO leaders should step down and allow leaders who are willing to serve sincerely and not having their own personal agendas.

With all said, I am throwing my support to Anwar Ibrahim who is leading Pakatan Rakyat to topple the present government, Barisan Nasional! We need a new government who is willing to serve the Rakyat and achieve Vision 2020 which was set by Tun Dr. Mahathir Mohamad. All evidence has proved that the present government is not bringing us forward but instead, backwards! Barisan Nasional has done a good job in the past but unfortunately the new leadership fail to deliver their promises and should take a break and instead be the opposition for once!

Give a chance to Pakatan Rakyat to govern the country. If they fail, we can always vote them out, but if they are good, we can keep them and Malaysians will all have a good life again.

Please Help Me....

{ Posted by anthilrasen1210 }
{ 04:50, 2008-Sep-2 } { 0 comments } { Link }

well me n my ex bf are kinda seeing each other. on my side i wan our relationship to get back together but there are lotsa things come up in between to spoil this r/ship.We both try our best to get back together.. some how i feel i am responsible for it. well i noe a fren 'X'. he knew thta i was having prob with my ex n he also noe tht i am stil in lov with my ex. despite noing this he actually proposed me. earlier b4 he actually propose me, he treat me like his other girl frens. I didnt really notice the diff but my ex kinda notice it. 'X' noe tht i am tryng my best to get back with my ex. sometimes wen i wana go out with my ex, n wen the time 'X' called me i will tell him tht i am wit my ex. noing tht i am wit him he called me few times. well at tht time i dun really notice, i tot he just call n wenever he call i will tell i am with my ex . in fact my ex noe wat i told. Quite recent after proposing me n i reject, i realise sumthing, wen i say i am with my ex, without listening to any other further, he just hang up. obviously my ex sense its funny. well so do i.

i was having a great day last weekend till 3 am when X' called me tht was the turn over in my life. Earlier i Told him i am with my ex, yet noing it he purposely called me. Well as for my ex, wen we were about to start a new life, going very serious, even thinking of getting married, wen another guy called at this time, of course he will get angry . in fact i will get angry too if other gurl does tht.accordin to my ex, if he is just a fren n if he noe tht me n my ex knda like trying to patch things up, why must he call at this time. he can called during the day.

well the issue now is i didnt tell my ex tht this guy actually proposed me. i tot of solving it myself as i noe both of them cannot get along. wenever i talk about 'X', my ex dun really like it. previously wen he told me tht he feels tht 'X' is liking me, i told him noe coz i really tot 'X' wont do tht. but wen 'X' proposed i realise wat my ex said was true. because of this my ex is leaving me. how should i get to him back. i really wan him. the issue tht my ex question me is why did i hide from him by not telling bout the porposing thing. he dowant to accept my excuse ht i actually do tht bcoz i wana solve my self.i really hope he understand tht no matter wat i dun choose others except for only my ex. I really LOVE HIM so much ..... I wan him back. can anyone tell me what to do..plssssssssssssssssssssssss

i am helpless. next week is my exam,. i wanna do my final well. ...

Memories

{ Posted by Justin Yong }
{ 4:40 PM, 20 June 2008 } { 0 comments } { Link }

Before I complete my post on P.O.P camp, I would like to add in another post on a different subject.

I came across a post by Ping Chien recently, which shares the same title as this post now and also during my Psychology class, I got to know more about how our brain manages memories. Therefore, I decided to come up with a liltle something on memories.

Before you read, you can play this song, Make a Memory by Jon Bovi. It means hell lot.

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"YOU WANT TO MAKE A MEMORY"

Hello again, it's you and me
Kinda always like it used to be
Sippin' wine, killing time
Trying to solve life's mysteries

How's your life, it's been a while
God it's good to see you smile
I see you reaching for your keys
Looking for a reason not to leave

If you don't know if you should stay
If you don't say what's on your mind
Baby just breathe
There's nowhere else tonight we should be

You wanna make a memory?

I dug up this old

photograph
Look at all that hair we had.
It's bittersweet to hear you laugh
Your phone is ringing I don't wanna ask

If you go now, I'll understand
If you stay, hey, I've got a plan
We're gonna make a memory
You wanna steal a piece of time
You can sing the melody to me
And I can write a couple of lines

You wanna make a memory?

If you don't know if you should stay
And you don't say what's on your mind
Baby just breathe
There's nowhere else tonight we should be
We Should be

You wanna make a memory
You wanna steal a piece of time
You can sing the melody to me
And I can write a couple of lines

You wanna make a memory? (x2)

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Memories

In psychology, memories is just very simple. 3 steps. Restoring, Retaining & Retrieving. However, even definitions from the dictionaries cannot give us a real meaning of memories. It is difficult to define memories, it's so different to every single one of us. It comes truly from the bottom of our heart.

What does memories mean to you?

Memories is just a very simple word, but it covers a whole huge lot in our life. Anything meaningful which happen each day are kept dearly in our heart. Memories mean so so much to us all.

I came across a saying which really touched my heart and I believe it explains what memory is all about in just one short sentence. I would definitely like to share this with my dear friends...

My friends,

Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
~From the television show The Wonder Years

Sweet memories, bitter memories or some even want bittersweet memories locked up in their heart. I have always believed that we should keep our memories alive as long as we're still living right here, in this beautiful place. Many of these memories are permanent, being kept forever...

Memories kept me alive, driving me forward day by day, guiding me towards achieving the best in my life. I am one who treasure every single meaningful event in my life - be it an experience of doing something new, being with a loved one, or just a simple joke which made my day. All these are kept as memories deep down in my

.

We all know and have heard that no matter how much money you have in life, you will not be able to bring it with you when you leave this beautiful world. It is very true. Then when you leave, what is there to bring with you? I'm sure we all do not want to leave this world empty handed. Memories. It is something locked up in our heart, being brought to where ever we go, be it out of the house, out of the country, out of this world... anywhere at all! It is all we love to remember...even when we're in Heaven or Hell.

When you're alone, sitting on your bed or just being in front of this screen with your mind filled of thoughts, what is it that puts a smile on your face? Memories, my friends. A sudden thought of being with a friend during a vacation or even in school which you remembered, can do such a great job in making you feel like you have the world with you. You just don't need anyone with you to be happy at that moment. Try it, close your eyes, open up your treasure box in your heart, pick a memory, a time spent with a loved one, be it your love partner, your family, your friends... you were laughing with them, crying with them, sharing a joke... that memory has brought you back to the happy moment you had, so much that everything seems like it just happened today. That is how memories work...

Every night before I sleep, i refresh my memories, to keep them all alive. Some times it can be quite heart breaking especially if a memory with a loved one who is no longer around comes alive. You will dearly miss that person, but with memories, it makes you feel a whole lot better.

Life is short my friends, what happens to you each day must be locked up in your heart. We might not go have the chance to go through it again. Why want to forget something which can make you fly. I gotta say memories are like drugs to me. It keeps all my problems away. It works so well that when I turn a memory alive, I feel relaxed, calm...free from stress...

Memory, is a diary that we all carry about with us. It is very simple to store an event, making it a memory to be kept forever. It is almost an automatic process which doesn't require much work done. You don't need to pen all the events down in a book or maybe even blog about it, though it can be done. For some people, a song plays or when they come across an object, a memory comes to their mind.

And even if you were in some prison, the walls of which let none of the sounds of the world come to your senses - would you not then still have your childhood, that precious, kingly possession, that treasure-house of memories?
~Rainer Maria Rilke

Memory is a complicated thing, it is the truth. You cannot lie about it or try to amend a memory. It will be kept as original as what has happened before. There is no way to convince yourself that a memory is not at all meaningful. You might be failing for exams in school, but when it comes to memories, your brain will never fail to record every single event in detailed and lock it up in your heart. No one is there to build a memory for you, you gotta make a memory. No one can tell what your memories are, only YOU can recall it as you like.

Imagine if you go through a new day without memories, how miserable your life would be? Memories are your best friends. They come to you whenever you're sad or happy. They are there for you all the time, it's just whether you want to open up your heart to let them out in your mind.

If you ask me, I wouldn't be able to list out all my memories because there are just too many. That doesn't mean I don't remember them. I've live for about 18 years, almost each day for me was kept as a memory. Moments spent with my true friends, ever loving family members, haha, not to forget the Fantastic 4 who lighted up my days. Past experience, whether in kindergarten, primary, high school and even college. My days being in camps. All these memories are kept alive. I remember every single detail.

I kept letters written to me by my loved ones, and even short, lovely notes. Gifts, wrappers, paper bags, poems and many more. I'm keeping all these in a physical box and it helps keep my memories alive together with the treasure box kept deep down in my heart.

Typing out this post on memories is also bringing back all those lovely moments I had in my life. Tears are rolling down my cheeks. It is all soooooooo lovely. So memorable. Even if I would have to leave the world now, I'm most willing to, together with my memories.

Remember,

LIFE IS SHORT!

Memories are all we have that are forever. They will never leave us even when we're 80 years old with parkinson disease. It will stay with us even during the worst moments of our life. Locked deep down in our heart. When we leave, memories leave with us. That is why most people pass away with a big =).

If you haven't tried recalling your memories, it's never too late. Do it now. Now. Make it come alive and feel how it lift up your mood.

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“Always remember to slow down in life; live, breathe, and learn; take a look around you whenever you have time and never forget everything and every person that has the least place within your heart.”

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“A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever.”

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“A smile happens in a flash, but its memory can last a lifetime.”

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“A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day.”

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“Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.”

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Memories kept alive,
Justin Yong

Pirates of Pangkor '08

{ Posted by Justin Yong }
{ 9:16 PM, 29 May 2008 } { 0 comments } { Link }

KRS & WWSG
of
SMK BUD (4)

24th - 27th May '08

Yeap as the title says, the scouts and krs went for yet another camp. This time a liltle different as it was held further away. Pulau Pangkor it is. Oh and this is the first time scouts and krs had a joint camp. They expected it to be rejected as the camp did not include other uniform units but God was with them, Pn. Zubaidah agreed to it just so quickly and then everything started rolling.

To our surprise, she also added a line which was a topic for us - "Ok, saya akan pergi juga". Haha was this good or bad news we started to debate. Everything was in a hurry as exams were coming closer as well. Planning and arrangements were also done during the exam period by the AJKs headed by Ming Hong (Scouts) and Choong Hern (KRS) who are somehow "related".

My involvement in this was just a tiny bit as all i did was made a few calls enquiring about the campsite for them. Then after, they took over and arranged everything from the beginning till the end. I believe it was easy for them either as all the experiences they had was put into practice. Unlike other units, for example, *cough* PBSM *cough*. No offence yea Su Kheng! Just that you all were not fortunate?

Initially I was pondering whether to join them at this camp in Pulau Pangkor. It wasn't an easy decision as there were many obstacles that seem to not allow me to attend this camp. I had to really give a some amount of thoughts before making a decision that I'll regret. It was day and night thinking for me and I ended up putting everything else aside and get prepared for an adventure to Pulau Pangkor.

Firstly, I need to know how to get there! It was a problem, so I heard of a friend saying that it's easy as there are express busses going there and so I decided to find out more about it. Internet these days save us sooooo much time don't you agree? So google it was and I found out soooo much! I could go to Lumut by express coach and then transfer to Pulau Pangkor by ferry. Simple? No... The trick was the bus terminal is located at Puduraya and I'll have to find my way there to buy my tickets so that I'd have a place to Lumut on Saturday(24th) morning. I couldn't just go there that morning and take the risk right? So more searching it was.

Then I found out that there's one company that has e-ticketing service. Meaning I do not only need to get my tickets at Puduraya but it can be get elsewhere too. Oh, the express bus which I decided to take is Transnasional. I went through its website and found out their e-ticketing service is available at

Petronas Stations

Not all though. The nearest I could find is the one in Damansara Jaya (near KDU). So one afternoon I took a trip there and bought my tickets. Was so glad there were still seats available. I bought the earliest one so that can almost meet up with the big group and not be too late.

Tickets to Lumut

To be continued...

National Service - Good or Bad?

{ Posted by Justin Yong }
{ 10:32 PM, 10 May 2008 } { 0 comments } { Link }

Coming up next...

National Service in Malaysia

Since the National Service started 4 years ago, I believe it did not meet its objectives. What's the point of implementing it but not taking this seriously? Well, I saw that coming anyway since Malaysia is so famous for the so called "tidak apa" attitude.

Dressing up sexy is the reason why more raping cases happen???

{ Posted by anthilrasen1210 }
{ 12:30, 2008-May-6 } { 1 comments } { Link }

Is this reason why raping cases happen?? dressing up sexy? Well i think for all the psycho out there its not bout dressing sexy. too be more precise studies have showed tht the rapist are more interested to go for gurls who dont dressed sexy coz they have this mentality to know whats behind the covered dress/outfit. . what do u think??

Is it ok to tell about your past to your current boy friend/girl friend?

{ Posted by anthilrasen1210 }
{ 10:53, 2008-May-6 } { 0 comments } { Link }

Hmm I have a question here? "Is it ok to tell about your past to your current boy friend/girl friendas asked by a close friend of mine. well i have my own perspection on this but I would like to noe generally what is the rest think bout it.

In my point of view, its better not to talk about a person's past . Past is past. what is matter now is the current n the future. everybody have their own privacy, dark secret n stuff tht they really dont wana talk bout it. whats the point you want to talk bout their past wen you really love them. what matter now is how are they towards you in this very current relationship n for the future. people do mistakes my dear. If you really love them look for what they are now now past. there are some people who realise their mistakes n they could be the best partner for you. simply because u understand them and give them the confidence that they can rebuild a relationship.relationship is all about give n take.

Do not judge them by their past or keep on pin pointing bout it if you happen to noe bout their past. this will actually affect your relationship tho you think you r just joking bout it. every individual must have their own P& C no matter its a girl or a boy.certain thing u need to tell but certain is better to leave like tht. but this doesnt mean u can lie to ur partner. be honest n loyal..

what bout you guys out there. any comment??

Keeping The Spirit Alive!

{ Posted by Justin Yong }
{ 5:50 PM, 19 April 2008 } { 0 comments } { Link }

SMK BUD(4) Parents Blog
http://smkbu4parents.blogspot.com/

Tell me about it.

A great effort by the Parents and Former Students in highlighting the happenings in this school. Keep the spirit of SMK BUD(4) alive!

ALUMNI
Dear friends,
The process to register the Alumni requires a minimum of 7 members as the first step. Therefore, to my friends who wish to keep in touch and being a member of this school always, please join me in making this Alumni a reality.

Those of you who wish to join me, please drop me a message or use any ways possible to engage me.

MSN : fastspeed@hotmail.com
Mobile : haha ask me!

Love

{ Posted by Justin Yong }
{ 11:34 PM, 11 April 2008 } { 0 comments } { Link }

You are Everything To Somebody

Right now at this very minute-----------

someone
is very proud of you

someone
is thinking of you

someone
cares about you

someone
misses you

someone
wants to talk to you

someone
wants to be with you

someone
hopes you aren't in trouble

someone
is thankful for the support you have
provided

someone
wants to hold your hand

someone
hopes everything turns out all right

someone
wants you to be happy

someone
wants you to find them

someone
is celebrating your successes

someone
wants to give you a gift

someone
thinks you ARE a gift

someone
hopes you are not too cold, or too hot

someone
wants to hug you

someone
loves you

someone
wants to lavish you with small gifts

someone
admires your strength
needs you to have faith in them

someone
needs you to let them be your friend

someone
will cry when they read this

Guys

{ Posted by Justin Yong }
{ 10:59 PM, 9 April 2008 } { 0 comments } { Link }

1. guys are more emotional than u
think, if they loved u at now point,
it will take them a lot longer than u
think to let u go…and it hurts every
seconds tat they try…
2. guys may be flirting around
all day but be4 they go to bed, they
always think about the girl tat they
truly cares bout…
3. guys go crazy over a girl’s
smile…
4. guys will do anything just to
get your attention…
5. guys hate it when u talk bout
your ex or your ex’s interest, unless
they are going for the let-her-
complain-to-u-and-have-her-realize-how-
wonderful-u-are method…
6. a guy who likes u wants to be
de only guy tat u talk to…
7. boyfriends need to be
reassured often tat they are still
been loved…
8. guys are more emotional than
they had like people to think…
9. giving a guy a hanging message
like ‘u know what ?! uh…never mind
already…’ would make him jump to a
conclusion tat is far from what u are
thinking. And he will assume he did
something wrong and he will about it
trying to figure it out…
10. girls are guys weakness…
11. guys are very open about
themselves…
12. if a guy tell u bout his
problem, means he just needs some1 to
listen to him. U don need to give
advice…
13. a usual act tat proves tat the
guy likes u is when he teases u…
14. guys love u more than u love
them if they are serious in your
relationship…
15. guys use words like hot or
cute to describe girls, they rarely us
beautiful, if a guy uses tat, he likes
u a lot…
16. guys worry bout the thin line
between being compassionate and
whipped…
17. guys think WAY too much…1
small thing a girl does, even if she
does not notice it can make the guy
think bout it for hours, trying to
figure out what it means…
18. if the gut does something
stupid in front of a girl, he will
think bout it for the nest couple days
or until the next time he spend time
with the girl…
19. if a guy say he is going crazy
bout a girl, he really is…guys really
say tat…
20. when a guy ask u to leave him
alone, he is saying, ‘please come and
listen to me…’
21. if a guy start to talk
seriously, listen to him…it does not
happen often, so when it happen means
something is up…
22. if a guy looks unusually calm
and laid back, he is probably faking
it and is struggling inside…
23. when a guy tell u tat u are
beautiful, don said u are not…it makes
them want to stop telling you cause
they don want you to disagree with
them…
24. a guy has more problems than u
can see with your naked eyes…
25. don be snob…guys can be
intimidated and give up easily…
26. guys talk bout girls more than
girls talk bout guys…
27. guys really think tat girls
are strange and have unpredictable
decisions and are mad confusing but
somehow are drawn even more to them…
28. a guy would give his left nut
to be able to read a girl’s mind for a
day…
29. no guy can handle his problem
on his own…he is just too stubborn to
admit it…
30. when a guy look at u for a
longer time, he definitely thinking
bout something…

You're not a gurl..not yet a woman

{ Posted by anthilrasen1210 }
{ 05:57, 2008-Apr-7 } { 1 comments } { Link }

well this goes to a person tht i noe for about 2 yrs. Well initially i was fine with her attitude as I was thiking probably she is youngest in the hse tht we are staying n could be because she is stil new n being " manja" with us. but there is a limit for everythign. after 2 yrs of silence, not asking her a word for what she is doing and the way she spoke to all of us, I've decided to voice out. coz if this keep on goin then I think i will have high blood pressure not for screaming to her but thinking of what she is doing to all of us in the house.

U dun wan to give respect to elders than u better not ask for it. if u cannot tolerate with all the house mates while the rest of us have no prob with each other, then ask yourself 1st, where did i went wrong?, why arent they talking to me?Did i made any mistake or talk sumthing wrong? Analyze yourself before you want to pin point to others. While you are pointing to others the rest of the fingers is pointing to u. How much difference between you and her?? For God sake she is 10 yrs older to you and you are acting as tho you are her mom.

Do you actually think that guys come to you just because u r pretty???? You are inviting them. Dun come to us and tell he left me, he broke my heart and etc. Actually u ask for it. I dun understand how can u actually know a guy in a day, he proposed " so call love at 1^st sight –thats bullshit" and you agreed, and the next day u bring him to you bed!!! Holy cow.. thts pretty fast. Then in a week he left u. So fast.and after a week u met him , get back all your stuff and you move on with another guy..wow thts so great.

How can u actually betray your another bf, saying yes to him and then you went with your so called ex bf. Come man. I noe u still have the concern towards your ex. It is ok if u r single n not with anybody, n u show ur concern, its not gonna affect anybody, but why to your loyal bf.. u actually preggo with tht baby and wat kinda person are u. U cant tell your current bf right. U r telling ppl tht u r very straight forwad. I noe u r very very straight forward till some guys dun even feel comfy to talk to you for certain xxxx topic which they prefer it should be discuss among guys. Its not wrong for u to be open but u muct noe wat topic to talk.. unless tht guy is the person tht u r comfirm u gonna live with him for the rest of your life then fine. Not to all guys. They will talk to you, have fun and get wat they wan, thts nothing new for most of the guys tho there are some who dont. But behind you this guys will talk bad about u, thinking that you r real cheap. Anyway what you gonna care, they are getting it free, on top of it you are inviting them. Oh yes one thing i salute you. At last you took a decision to leave the house. Please dont let our neighbour thnk we r one of you. Just leave as soon as possible. Hope wen you get a new place, even if its not for you, think of your parents. Dont spoil your life just because you wana enjoy life n thinkin that you are young. Time goes very fast. Treasure it with sweet memories. Its not too late. You can still change it if you want. We cant change you. Its your attitude.. wish you the best

That's the way I love it =)

{ Posted by Justin Yong }
{ 8:19 PM, 6 April 2008 } { 0 comments } { Link }

Hi people, don't mind me being missing for so long aight. I blog when I feel right. Haha that's me.

So, what has been happening in my life after high school so far?

Aiyah actually I dont have the mood yet! Tonight I'll enlighten you people with more of my stories kay?

Now, I'm updating a liltle just for that Tham Kar Mun (feel proud wei)!

Scouts had a 3 days 2 nights camp in school, I was there for most of the time. It brought back memories. Haha people are saying I'm crazy for still going back to school so much. Sorry la, but I will continue going back , there's so much more for me there. I feel different there.

Oh, and I did mention I'm gonna set up an Alumni right? Yup it's not that I've not been doing anything. Just that, I couldn't do much being 17 years old. Well that will be over soon, meaning the Alumni shall be up and open to all former students soon. =)

To be continued ....

Que Sera Sera.. what will the future be.. Part I

{ Posted by Sidhiel }
{ 18:41, 2008-Apr-6 } { 0 comments } { Link }

Remember the song of our childhood, Que Sera Sera, whatever will be, will be.... I have been meaning to write about our life without man of the house for so many years now, never had a clue how to begin. I was 44 when I became a widow, and I am 53 now. My young princes have grown into handsome young men now, and yet I haven't really pen down the experience. The truth is, I had began writing in various locations (loose papers, note books, PCs) all of which I have lost touched (or missing). I should begin it here, I think this is the appropriate place for me to 'recite' my thoughts, knowing the path might be different now, the sad feeling has mellowed down. As the proverb says, much water has flown down the bridge. In 1999 I looked at life differently from how I am looking now... I was younger, worried about the princes, worried about how I would cope with them and life 'alone'. Of course, I was never really alone, in any Malay family, the word alone does not really exists, family members, family extension members are always there, loving and caring, sometimes becoming nuisance....

Many years ago, when my husband passed away, I felt as if all eyes were on me, a single mom with four growing boys. They would be wondering what lies ahead for us, what would the future of these boys without a father be. It was Friday, 11th. November 1999, the death and the funeral that same day, there was a kindergarten graduation for my youngest prince Liran Glomli on Monday after that. Being end of school season, there were various meetings with teachers from three different schools for the other three princes that same week. It was a hectic life, I was miserable, I was sad, I had no partner to share the burden with. I thought I could not manage but life went on. There were outpouring of condolencense , from relatives, friends, and people with good intentions. Seven or eight days after that, it was Ramadan, our fasting month. I thank our great Allah for that perfect timing... for fasting is an exacting act of deeply personal worship seeking a raised level of Allah-consciousness. I was sad but contented.

Ramadan being the ninth month of the Islamic Lunar calendar and the holiest month we are obliged to abstain from all food, drink, between dawn and sunset. Purity of thought and action is paramount. The act of fasting helped to redirect the sadness in my heart away from worldly activities, towards Allah. I did not ask WHY because deep down I knew it was all for the best. Allah had his plan, Allah worked in His mysterious ways. The month of Ramadan is a time for spiritual reflection, prayer, doing good deeds and spending time with family and friends, helps to teach us self-discipline, self-restraint and generosity. Though there was one less place at the table during sahur (early morning meal) and iftar (breaking fast) we managed very well. Family and friends continued to pop-in, call, there were plenty of guidance, food, extra love going round. I buried myself in prayers, I did not have time to cry............to be continued....

Centuries of Stories - 2nd Century

{ Posted by Sidhiel }
{ 10:19, 2008-Apr-5 } { 0 comments } { Link }

INTO THE DARK....... by HENRIETTA BRANDFORD
I was born out of doors. I think, under the tall green bracken or out on the bee-singing heather. My mother loved such places. She died when I was very small but I remember her. She loved me and held me close. She did not want to leave me. She was one of the lake people, and our house was built on stilts, over the water. All night the lake lap-lapped under our floor.
    When my mother died I was taken in by a woman called Marne who moved me away from the lake to live beyond the forest. I got no love from her - cold food and a cold heart, that was her way. Blows and curses. Goban, her man was worse. Many's the time I thought he'd kill me. I used to think that if I did what they wanted, they would take to me, but they never did. They wanted my labour, not me.
    That's why they sent me to carry the warning. It was a simple message: the Romans are coming, clanking up the hillsides, tall as giants. This is our land, but their general Hadrian has ordered the building of a great wall across it, to keep us away. It never will. They may be powerful and strong, with their gods and their roads and their long, long marches, but this is our land and we'll keep it.
    I was to run to the lake. They said I must run all night and not stop until I'd warned the lake people. I said: "It will be night time, and dark." They laughed.
    Marne and Goban were grabbing what they could carry and running north almost before I left them. "How will I find you when I'm done?" I asked. They didn't answer.
    "Head for the river and sundown," the head man told me. "Cross where the rocks make stepping stones. Follow the stream through the wood. You'll find the village on an island in a lake."
    He did not give me a knife or a spear. I had no wool cloak and no shoes either. I do not like the dark. It presses on me and makes me afraid. The spirits of the dead love darkness. So do the priests, whom everybody fears. Also the wolf and the boar and the bear.
    As I left the village, mad Mab tottered out of her hut and laid her bony hand on my head. She wiped a sign onto my forehead with her thumb. Writing is forbidden to us. Only the priests may write. I felt afraid, but I trusted her, because on those nights when Marne threw me out, or when I had to run from Goban's fist, I ran to Mab and she would let me in. Mostly she had no food and no fire, but she let me stay with her. I said goodbye to her and she kissed me. Then I ran towards the river.
    Smell of the bog myrtle as I push through the bushes. Smell of mint, and the water close by. I reach the river just as dusk wraps the land in mystery. The rocks are slippery and the water's deep. Water will suck you under if it can. Wait until the sun is gone. Now the sky is red like blood. Fish rise to catch the last of the dancing flies. Deer step out of the wood to drink at the river. Maybe an old grey wolf follows behind. Watch where the evening star will rise.
    The star will show me the way. They told me not to stop but how can you run if you don't know the way?Moonlight, starlight, bad'uns won't come out tonight. I think my mother taught me that. Here is my star now. Look to the oak tree. Mark where the sun goes down. See where the star comes up. Now run.
    Deer scatter when I stand. The dark is thicker now. River plants, cold under my foot, give off a good clean scent.
    I run under the trees and the dark is all around me. These are yew trees. when the priests cut mistletoe from the yew they sacrifice to Lugh. I don't want their sacred knives digging in my entrails.
    Water beside me. Look for the star in every clearing. Run until my lungs hurts and my heart hammers. Stop, breathing hard and loud. Quiet, quiet. I'll sit and rest a moment. I hear the song of water over stones. My eyes close. Only for a moment. Then I'll run again.
    Wake to the sound of footfalls in the dark. Two priests come down to the water. No one can hide from them, they can see in the dark. What will they do to me? I make myself small and quiet and pray to Macha our mother to protect me. They lean over the water, killing something small they take from a sack. When they have finished they go back the way they came. They don't want me. I stand up, stretch, and run.
    Wolves call to one another in the moonlight, long, shivering wails. I run under holly trees, the prickles sting my bare feet. After the prickle is out, the sting remains. I will run around them. where is the water? I have lost the stream. The wolves are coming close, very close. Is it me they're hunting?
    A yip in the dark, ahead of me. another behind me. Climb like a cat up the ivy on a big oak tree. I sit on a broad branch, high above the pathway, with my legs drawn up tight. An old grey wolf trots out of the bracken. He stands under my tree, looking up. Moonlight shines on his long teeth. His mate comes out from under the bracken and stands beside him, staring at me. She is asking me a question but I don't know what it is. Now comes a long cry, a hunting cry, from off behind. Old man wolf and his mate run away into the darkness. It wasn't me they wanted.
    I sit in the tree, shaking. From here I can see pst the wood and down into the valley. There's a fire down there. Firelight shines on the helmets of the Romans. They clothe themselves in iron, makes them hard to kill. I must move quietly. If they catch me they'll kill me. If they kill me, the lake people die too. I want to stay safe in my tree. I want to warn my mother's people. I want to hide. I want to run. Cloud covers the moon, the wood grows pitchy black. Down in the valley the fire glows red. Goban would stay in this tree. Goban has no pride, no courage, no love for anyone. But I am not like him. I remember how my mother loved me.
    I scrabble down the ivy. The moon sails out to light my way. I run down to the valley, moving quietly, carefully around the camp. A dog barks. Guards pace inside their palisade. They do not see the boy running past in the dark.
    Ahead, the lake shines like a silver dish. I stand and stare while my fear and my anger and my sorrow rise in my chest and take my breath away. I think of my mother, take a deep breath and run downhill and out on to the wooden causeway. My feet thud, the wood is wet, I trip and roll over. I have not fallen all my long run, but now I fall like a fool, thumping down on my arse, ringing the wooden causeway like a bell.
    A man runs out and hauls me up by the elbow. He brings his spear up under my chin. "Who are you?" he whispers. "Tell me, before I kill you." His spear pricks sharp into my neck.
    Before I can answer, a door opens in a house close by and a woman steps out. she walks over to where I crouch, the spear at my neck. She puts out her hand to trace the sign on my forehead. "Leave him," she says. "He's a friend."
    "I'm from beyond the wood." I say. I do not tell them that I came from here, once. "I've run all night."
    "What for?" asks the woman. The man's spear is close to my neck still.
    "To tell you the Romans are coming. They're camped close by in the valley. I was sent to give you time to run."
    "Run now, fight later," says the man. He takes his spear away from my neck. "What kind of people send a boy, alone and unarmed, without shoes on his feet, to warn their neighbours of danger?" he asks. The woman shakes her head and sighs. I feel ashamed.
    After that the man put his hand on my shoulder and brought me indoors. His name was Vran. He gave me food and I sat in the warm, eating and drinking, while Vran spoke to the woman. When they went out to wake the village, I slept. I dreamt I had a proper home, where I could sit by the fire and eat when I was hungry. A stupid dream, I thought when I woke up.
    Vran came in soon after. "We're going now," he said.
    "So am I," I answered.
    He looked at me. "I see a boy with nowhere good to go," he said. "I know that look."
    That was a long while back. I am at home in Vran's house now - one of the Lake people again. But I still remember running through the dark, and meeting Vran on the causeway.

Reaching For the Stars...

{ Posted by Sidhiel }
{ 12:45, 2008-Apr-3 } { 0 comments } { Link }

Reaching For The Stars - a book by our own first angkasawan Dr Sheikh Muszaphar Shukor. Actually the book was written by the brother who passed away before Dr Sheikh Muszaphar could come home. The book was a tribute to both of them, two bothers so closed they knew what in each others' thought. It tells the journey of angkasawan in the making, the growing-up years and so on...

A short Foreword by our angkasawan, " My journey to space is a tribute to my late younger brother, Ajil, who passed away on October 27 ,2007. Who would have thought that this incident would occur? What a twist of fate ! I was the one facing all the dangers and risks of travelling at 27,000 km/h into space but God took his life instead."

It was a good book, a bit sad but truthful. A must read to all youngster.

April Fool Resignation Letter

{ Posted by RyuKenDo }
{ 05:22, Wednesday, April 2, 2008 } { 0 comments } { Link }

A Boss looking through his Mail Box
was astonished to see a mail from an
Employee who was supposed to be busy
working at Client side on a critical
project. It had the subject - "TaTa -
Bye Bye". With the worst premonition
he opened the mail and read the
content with trembling hands:-

Dear Sir,

It is with great regret and sorrow
that I'm writing you, but I'm leaving
the job. The offer was too lucrative
and attractive for me to turn down. I
had to abscond because I wanted to
avoid a scene with the HR and you. I
am sorry but I had no choice.

The project is working fine. There are
only 108 issues pending, out of which
only 38% issues are High Priority.
Hence I am sure there is no need to
worry about. The next Phase of major
enhancements I have been working upon,
have been completed halfway. I am sure
the new person who would replace me
would not understand what all I had
done so far. Hence, for his and your
convenience, I have taken care to
remove all the work that I had been
doing this far for nearly 3 months
now. I am sure you will appreciate my
insight and "big heart".

I am of course retaining the Originals
that I had retrieved for the purpose
of Passport verification with me,
considering it as a parting gift from
you. Of course, I will not pay the
bond amount that I owe the company
(since I Am breaking the bond). But I
will consider this as a parting gift
from our Dear company. I moving out of
town since the new company is situated
in another City.

Also, I have changed my contact
number. So you will not be able to get
in touch with me, to congratulate me.
But I know your blessings are always
with me. Last but not the least. I
also have the $12000 entrusted to me
by our company's cultural events
group, for the upcoming movie event. I
am sure you would have wanted me to
keep it with myself as an added bonus
from our company. I respect you very
much, hence your wish is my command.

Don't worry sir. I am 2 years
experienced now, learning so much from
your company. So I will surely use
this knowledge to write better
programs for the new company. Someday
I'm sure we will meet sometime in the
future. If you wish, I will surely be
glad to give my employee reference for
you to apply for a job in the new
company which I am joining.

Your faithful employee,
S. W. Engineer

At the bottom of the page were the
letters "PS". Hands still trembling,
the Boss read:

PS: Dearest Boss, none of the above is
true. I'm am still busy working at
client side. I just wanted to remind
you that there are worse things in
life than my "Request to reconsider my
Salary Appraisal" attached with this
mail. Please approve it and call when
it is safe for me to come to our
Office to discuss this.

My respect and Best Regards to you

Crappy Old Man Story...

{ Posted by RyuKenDo }
{ 05:20, Wednesday, April 2, 2008 } { 0 comments } { Link }

Paddy and his two friends are talking
at a bar.

His first friend says: "I think my
wife is having an affair with the
electrician. The other day I came home
and found wire cutters under our bed
and they weren't mine."

His second friend says: "I think my
wife is having an affair with the
plumber, the other day I found a
wrench under the bed and it wasn't
mine."

Paddy says: "I think my wife is having
an affair with a horse." Both his
friends look at him with utter
disbelief.

"No, I'm serious. The other day I came
home and found a jockey under our
bed."

Heart Broken

{ Posted by anthilrasen1210 }
{ 12:01, 2008-Mar-17 } { 0 comments } { Link }

I dunno how to pour my feeling, to whom I should share. being in love was the sweetest thing u can imagine but being out of it is the worst. How i wish i can be with the person forever tho i noe its gonna be a compromise relationship then.

wer did I went wrong. To love a person so much n getting blame for little things. I noe I dun deserve this but can u understand how i feel when u actually leave me without saying anything. wer have u been. all the while being a gud buddy to me even wen we r not in a relationship. at least a gud farewell. i feel so pain...

cant do my work.. feel so down..

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