Cheap is TALK!

If you are among those that advocate that talk is cheap? Well, you'd better have a rethink! The Mr Teo sumthing somthing Closed Debate competition just ended in my college and it was really not something to miss. The talk we talk for granted was a talk that folks were stuttering to talk! It was really amazing. The Debate has run through the week with the different schools in the college having verbal battles to make it as the year's champion. It was a period to reminisce on for some and a bugging memory for the others. Something about this Debate was unique. It wasn't just controversial topics but the cheers and jeers from the floor. It was more like an Argument. Who ever had fans in Debates? tsk!

Two folks made me not too miss the Debate sessions, A bitccch named Vishnu(Damn! this guy is a wind bag!..Tap that!) from Engineering School and some fake ass Beauty from the school of communications. It was a Word battle. Studying here has not really availed me the oportunity of listening to folks communicate with such constructive, well-reasoned, semi-polished, Vocabulary-rich well-accentuated English Language.....not even the Language lecturers! So, whenever I have the grace to listen to some cool shit, I am always so excited.

I like to take folks on and that is just what Vishnu did! Take them on right on the spot if the toy with your read intelligence. He would have won the best speaker's award if he wasn't too much on the mean-cocky-bitchy side. He was too good for his type. Other speakers sucked! It ranged mainly from the accent to the grammar. Some were ridiculously wack....'namean?

It is paying off for these folks who must have taken the extra effort to learn the Language wihout the 'LAHs'. I enjoyed listening to these guys yapp and I was clapping like an 'esctasiascal' manaic. People take sides in Debates but I jammed my dactyls for any bod who could impress me with wits and the Language. My school took the runners-up title but 'twas all good, I was 'perspired'.

I got into 'ma moods' and was almost sulking when some homeys came around and I got the spirit of talk. I kept babbling about god-knows-what until dusk. This continued without check. Resorted to listening to some Gospel vibes online. It was pretty much a lazy day for me, "the things I wanted to do I did not but things that I did not want to do I found maself doing"

Events like this I think if organised more frequently, would enable students understand that TALK is cheap-not so to say. It is learned....hah!

this tales

I did somethingI don't do quite often. Studied right into the night and I tell you, it paid of in minute quantities. I am getting used to last minute 'jacking' so I was thinking about the ample time I had until when at about 3am, I wasn't still done with my telecomm III shit.

Yeah! forreal! the guy had me big time! I don't regret those sleepless hours as I will catch up on it...but, I almost passed a blank SHIT of paper until I remembered this song. MUSIC is good baby~! I am like a moving bangbozzle. Don't try figuring out what that means cos' itz shit!

Walking up and down the college as if I am retarded..I ain't. This lazy life that Asia has input in me is having itz share. It been as bad that I missed the lunch that I really wanted to have because, by the time Mr. Fu finished fckuing us with Laplace functions, Ma head and tommy were yelling for relief.

I can't even stand around here anymore, I borrowed some shit from the lab to go fix my Power Supply Project at home. Until I get that joint working, I am not thinking straight.

Language

For some weird reasons all ma lecturers today delivered their lectures with a really heavy breath of 'accent'. I was lost at trying to understand the meaning of the "English" that I lost out on comprehensing the technicality of the subject matter. Yurk!

I really don't know why this 'people' should be given the priviledge of tutoring international students or is this a joke? It is really becoming a challenge. We were not for-warned it would come to this. I lost a whole '10marks' to some 'Language' flaws. The funny part of it is that, I don't know who to heap the blame on!

I really pity the students who depend on either the lecturers or thier fellow mates to spice up their knowledge of 'the' language because, they ain't geting no rebate. If given options I think most of the lecturers would prefer to use vernacular to dissipate knowledge.....wonder who'd be getting shit!

I can guarantee that most of the folks might graduate with first class but, their English language is not going to improve even by 0.5% for the three years that they are going to spend in college. I wish I could be of help. The percentage of students that learn or improve the language prowess in college is getting very negligible and something should be done about it urgently by peope who care or, it gets very astronomical.

People have their own opinions about preserving the culture and shit but I tell you that 'the' language is very much a unifying factor. The are a lot of factions in the society and if that is to be looked into, it might be seen that the dividing factor might be 'the' langauge.

I had the experience too! In my circle of friends, people are very meticulous about 'this' language that they'd laugh the living daylights out of you if you did as little as a grammatical error not to talk about outright blunders. Itz bad but, we were challenging ourselves and it paid off. No matter how much you read, spoken(conversational) English would always be the in-factor in improving both vocabulary and grammar...Ok, I am beginning to feel like a lecturer now.

I am being very lazy. There are lots of work to do but I am kindda working on food instead. Ate till I almost got broke....feel me! It took a lotta efforts to get ma fingers on the board..I shouldn't have!

...awhile

A longer night
a lingering sigh
a teary eyes
a tearing hope
then joy come in the morning!
A windy dusk
a colorful Walk
a cloudy sky
a watered lawn
All for a purpose it serves.
Do what you can,
burst what you can't!
let the night drain away your fears
Will the pillow soak away your tears
no matter how bad it becoming
There is always joy in the morning!


-Ub.

toot Part II

It never happened....I did it! I was so happy when I found out that I could fiddle with ma biro till the end of the exams. I must have wrote for a thousand kilometers!

The hot sun of Friday afternoon saw me battling with the traffic trying to fix all the plans I had for the week before the weekend really dawned. Celcom offcie was first. I needed to get ma number back so I tripped there. Despite the fact that I lost my Subsciber Identification Module (SIM) Card, I was able to get a new SIM after a very short period of interviewing. I think that was the best service I have had from humans in this part of the Globe. The rest had been by Machines. Yeah! For once I did not have to wait for five hours to dump '5pinks' in the safe, I opted to store it in the machine instead and was amazed at how much I could trust that thing.

To get the components for ma PSU Project, I had to tour the whole of the 'silicon valley' for hours. I finally got at it and at a holy price too. I thought that being a colored might mare me but it didn't. I ate like a starving Lion at KFC and made it home before it rained. Got some bling(damn! A brotherz not too broke for a bling man!)

Think it ended?....NO! Another round of adventure continued at ONE U, we browsed the Bookshop like we were academics, took out a bag of books, caught a movie, left the Cinema at 2:30am with a sleeping baby and a soiled diaper! Think that was fun? ....It was BUMP!

toots

Well, well, well! Itz been a hip week. Tired and decomposed as I might have been, I really had causes to be grateful. It all started out very blurry. The hopes were there but the faith was crumbling....thatz just what I needed for a change.

Maths IV test, Electronic circuits test, blah and blah. I had a very stressful but exciting week. Isn't it amazing how sometimes you feel so vanely lazy but at other times, you are so packed that you need an extra day! - life.

Wednesday was great! I had many treats. People were nicer than I presumed and I was only sorry for passing the jurisdiction before hand. Went hulla-hullying in IKEA immediately afte ma test and drove home with a more than 80kg workstation. The extra calories we added at Mc's was expended before dawn. The day was not over until 2am! was it fun or what?

Thursday was declared by the government as an official lazy day. My hate for these type of days here in Asia should not be over-emphasied. When I learnt we were playing a match in the morning, I was so elated. Two hours off the lazy day was taken off. It went on well but better when I scored my debut and last goal of the match in a 7-3 friendly entangle. I was almost being fried by the sun. I could perceive the smell of some burning flesh.

Next destination was, guess.....IKEA! For whatever reasons, we found ourselves wandering there in some pet shop...hmm. We did a more guys' thing when with our broke ass, we downed a jar of Tiger at 4 0' Clock in the evening. I am not used to this. Thank God I could still walk to the taxi stand and tell the cabbie where we was going.

The guilt of wasting an entire day without studying for ma test on Friday and having a broke ass on thursday haunted me as much as I needed to book! I slept away half of the guilt and felt worse in the morning knowing that If I didn't score, I'd hate maself so damn much.

Thanks

Beyond those cloudy nights therez a sun waiting to shine

Above those cold dirges therez a tune to swing......

I really feel in the mood of doing poems today but I gotz to do ma books for Mr. Fu's engineering maths test tommorrow.

As I had said earlier, I am being very calculative nowdays. Iz got to survive...'namean? There are so many doors, there are some many prospects. I can only have faith that God will bring my dreamz and plans to fruition and will not leave me to suffer shame.

People have been very nice to me of late. This is happening at an alarming rate. I see it as an answer to prayers. I pray God bless them still.

At last I got home to communicate me. Things are pretty much taking shape. It might take awhile for it to go beyond the normal runs. I am feeling much like a student now and I pray it be not short lived.

Haven't seen 'some' people for a while. They must be avoiding me like SH!T! I got ma PC Board for ma Power supply project today and, I finally was given a print-out of my results for the past two semesters. I thank God for giving me a CGPA of 3.72 and 3.79 for the past two semesters. If it gets better this season, may Glory be to God.

I am getting into contacts that might gel in the very near future. I am so glad to be an instrument of hope to many folks outta there. God is meeting ma needs in amazing wayz. I can face tommorrow without fear 'cos HE lives!

word!

There are prospects beyond the View
There are hopes around the ropes
There is bling within the link
don't leave the ring
you need a swing
often fear holds when you need a cheer
but faith swells when you sense a fail
There are cheers within the jeer
don't give up soon it'll soon be noon
stay on guard
you'll need a guide
ride on high
you'll get a raise

Weak-end!

A lotta things have happened lately. I can't believe it was just a weekend. It feels like the stress of a leap year is being put in one weekend! How can she handle it?

Everything went on fine and bubbly until dusk. I got to play football under the rain. Thanks to ma dedication for ma 'sweet' team. On getting home, I got no idea what was lurking about waiting to prey on me. Itz all good! I can be good meat sometimes but, God gave me meat for strength to be eaten. hah!

Had to move out when I got home at about 12:40am to learn that our contract had expired and that wez got to quit by noon the next day. I needed to be out by 7am the following dawn and wooldn't be back until late in the noon so, the only option left was to put away the stuff somewhere and crash for tommorrow. It never happened. I did not close ma eyes for more than 30 mins before I realised it was Saturday!

The Futsal tournament was going on good until ma team mates started fcuking around, I almost regreted taking the trouble. Lesson learnt! Ma escapades was just commencing. Hopped on the next bus to the College's hall. Thought to see the bitches but they were bitching somewhere else, thanks to telecommunication, I could get in touch before I got stranded. The night wasn't long enough for me. I Had 9hours of good sleep to account for. I cheated!

Got up again wondering what time it was and where ma Cell was. I never could comprehend 'newayz. Soccer match really sucked, I couldn't have been more happier when Grete came to fetch me just 20mins into he game. She was a savior!

All sweaty, I felt so uncomfortable the first few minutes in Church. It all went good and later we were chatting away over lunch. God bless these guyz.

Ma God! I slept like some fool with ma mouth dripping loose the whole afternoon when I should have been reading up for the time I wasted doing irrelevant but useful things over the weekend. I could feel ma nerves scream SLEEP! Helped ma housemates move their shit into some other space and ma body told me I had over-clocked ma system and crashed!

I couldn't sleep, study, eat as ma abdomen ached like shit! Almost every hole in ma body was releasing stuffz and it went on for hours until I could literally feel ma stomach empty and there was not much I could have done....

.....then I saw the dawn and kne that everthing was under absolute control. To God be the glory!

Poiema

When the going gets tough,
I'll toughly get going!
In the midst of ma turbulence
I'll take coverage in Peace
When ma gears be cracking,
I turn to the Sculptor
He'd mend ma wears
and sooth ma fears
He'll wipe ma weeps
thatz what he does best

l lost ma time,
I lost ma bud
I woke with her time
I strolled with her strides
I got off ma wheels
I tied up ma truss
I miffed at ma woes
I smiled at ma foes
I took time to pray
I looked out for rain
I sat on her trunk
I soared with her strength

Blub blab

It was almost a great day!
I smiled in the midst of stress
complex circuitry stress
Seemed like the semester's work had to be done today
could feel ma brains bang with exhaustion
I am giving it too much worries
Every earthly event is remote controlled
I think I had it bad
But wasn't I being prepared for the worse?
closing the registry of ma brains
geting ready to sleep it off.
Reached for ma cell to make a buzz
It buzzed in ma head cos' it was gone
gone for good, a brand is due
I wish I'd ma numbers, I miss ma friends
I am going home without ma baby
You can have ma cell but keep her safe
for in it are the treasured

Facials!

Do you think that the sperm is only useful in copulation and procreation? Think again!

Has any lass ever told you that the good-old-cum is good for the face? This is the most amazing thing I have heard in a long while.

Chitchatting with ma boyz last night, somebody came up with a question as apparently, he'd been queried by his girl as to the potency of the semen on the endocarp. A few others tipped into the same story with their load of experiences. I was lacking words! I have not been opportuned to hear this thought prior to last night.

Hmm..this might be a no-go area for some but, as controversial as this may sound, There might be some iota of untruth in it. If ma biology knowlegde is still intact, the Spermatozoa should be a composition of aminos...proteins to be lay.

Wow! this was a revelation to me. If it holds, then someone could start a multi-Beauty company with the amount of semen that are contained in condoms littered in ma apartment's escalator. Why would there be a need for expensive facials when you could just jack and rub away at home!

I hope the medics don't subscribe it for people with protein problems to drink it as some supplements soon...peace out!

..about ideas

What response would readily come to your mind if you were asked out of the blues "Do you know any idea?". Different answers cuming, all right! But the question intended question I suppose might have been, "Do you have any idea?" whichever way! I still don't know any idea about any idea. Feel me!

This is how confusing it has been understanding the real intentions of my lecturers here. I talked about messing up the language, this is an instance. That I ask a lotta questions that weary ma lecturers does not spell that I am trying to be hard to please not that I am not, I just have to sniff out the knowlegde from the folks there in class as much as possible. I might not find someone outta class to explain later or might be too lazy to study up solely. So poor lecturers who have to go through a tough time to get this dude into light, have a little bit of patience. I am not a total dumbie...but isn't that what you are paid to do? Make the dumb dumberer..nah! jst kiddin.

If this is bring followed there is this 'wonderful' lecturer I once blabbed about. Hez totally amazing. Hez classes are beginning to become rarer as we are left unattended to build our power supply unit during the class slots. I think hez holiday has just commenced. an incidence occured in his class the other day, I fell outta ma sit for some unexperimented reasons and as we were making more fun outta some other situation, Ma guy blotted out "KISS MA ASS" Damn! Now, don't think we were offended 'cause we're used to this things. Just pray one of your tutors is this free and fun!

I never knew that Ma college is so dedicated. This only obtains when it comes to correspondence. Whoever is in charge must be very meticulous. My brother called from ma hood and as we were flowing, he mentioned that there was this overseas letter for ma dad inviting him for some PTA meeting in ma college. Now, isn't that sweet? That they would invite the parent of a +2decades old dude to defy health issues and hop the goddamn plane to attend some PTA meeting at his son's college! I thought we were in the new days...but this is really GOOD!

I can see where the excalating fees they charge from go. How much does it cost to send out a mail to Africa from here? Can you imagine that ma college printed out receipts of 14bucks payment each for the PCB(Printed Circuit Board) for our Project. That is not the case, they did it for more than 50 students! Who is good in calculus please compute.

To tell or not to tell!

I used to have this 'Bossphobic' troublems. When ever I am ordered to take a sit in that leather upholstery, I vibrate with trepidation and might lose ma voice if the room is unmoderately airconditioned. It has taught me to approach the unapproachable no matter the hierarchy or ranks. If he/she talks, she can be seen! Some of them detect your fears no doubt and try to keep you pacified, the others just take you on right there on the spot zooming into the crest of your fears. Relax! itz all goood!

Have you ever walked into an office you have been frequently visiting and out of the blues ask for a name that gives you the response - 'what do you want to see him/her for?' Yeah! Itz the Boss you are looking for!

For some reasons, employees are skeptical when some apparently well-dressed, educated folk walks into the office and asks to see the Boss. I think I've found the reasonwhy this obtains. The fear that you are gonna complain about some ill-service or better still take away their jobs might be a possibility. So, scare the tell-a-tale bitch away!

Why would some fellow employee ask what you want to see the Boss for! Of course you are not there to ask the Boss out on a date, it might be something that you do not want to tell a 'mere' receptionist or secretary. I'll tell you the phrase I blob whenever I am asked the purpose of ma visit and I don't want to tell - 'Itz kindda about personal business' is what pours outta ma stuttering lips. Should it be confidentail? Either way, the poor receptionist might not tell the difference anyway. I tell you it not only works but if you suddendly rush to the door, you might catch the secretary eavesdropping. Do not think it to be good manners if you are asked on your way out about the success of the meeting with the Boss, they might just be gambling you'd let them in on the details....hmmm.

I'd advise you, never share your purpose of visit with the receptionist or you might be turned away with some half-cooked information. Some of the jobs of the receptionist is to send away impostors before they find their way to the 'almighty' Boss...watcha!

Fluids

Now, If you must know, I really suck in fluids. After a steamy session of balling, I decided to chill ma boiling nerves. The ice creams and cold water wouldn't make-do so I took a step further, ripped off ma clothes and jumped into the pool!

By the time I am writing this, I must have stayed in ma apartment for more than 5 months but I could vividly say that I have used the pool about three times within this span of time. This has nothing to do with Hydrophobia. I just can't seem to find ma way in fluids....ma bad!

Itz pretty much shameful so I always snorkel in the pool only 'nicodemosly' and when I do, I just stay in awhile. I wish I could do much in large water bodies but...wishes ain't got wings ain't that what they say? They say drink much water, this I try to do except when I am in the swimming pool but, why do I keep peeing each time I try to live healthy?

Kid bruder hollared at me last night over transmissions lines and I couldn't be much happier. We talked at length after staying numb for some while and the fact that I woke up 10mins to 9am when ma class was at 9am could attest to this.

I am always very blurry when I miss more than 20mins of serious lecture in the dawn. It takes me like the whole day to make it up. I try!

I am getting dry, so I had to gulp down 2 slices of tuna sandwiches at some fancy eatery in college. Itz all good! I used the lunch money mama gave me to cab to college today. Maybe I'll learn to wake up early so I can bounce to college instead of riding. Don't you question, itz healthy!

Drink at least 20 cups of fluids everyday and......walk to college with me I sometimes feel bored....Nah! I think the conclusion, like Cristine would say to her decision to cycle to college is, ....Itz healthy! dun tap that!

StreetBalling

Street soccer caught my eyes recently. This something you see in almost every society no matter how developing so Motorists, have some bit of patience! This could be some dangerous expedition seeing the risks involved. A bone might be cruhed or a life might be lost! It is this serious! A lot of football stars have been born in the streets though. If I were to call names, the list will roll. Some of world class Footballers were scouted from the streets and would never make a name in football had they depended on some fancy football Coach to train them into the spotlight. The bruised, smoked, and cursed their way to stardom!

It might be a mystery as to why street soccer always tend to be more exciting than the real game. Not even the nearby fields could discourage these youngsters from putting up a baricade in some 'unholy' space have some moments of fun. You see the skills and talents wasted right there on the boulevards and you hope some 'busy-body' Coach would saunter across and take these treasures to a Safe.

I used to really enjoy playing in the streets and I still do! No amount of briused heels or honks from passing vehicles would spoil this fun time is always so exhilarating. The first time I really enjoyed palying football here in Malaysia was at night playing Soccer under some halogen street lights. People talk about building Parks and fields to deter this young adventure seekers from ending their lives in their prime but I would suggest if it has not been already- Legalise street football. There is a different kind of fun to it!

Futsal!

Saturday, the 16th day of April, 2005 is set aside by the students of KDU college to engage in a friendly Futsal league. The one-day tournament solely organised by the students of the College's Engineering team is enjoying the full backing of the college.

Games like this is a common event here in KDU college. It is organised without much hitch and the College supports any serious proposals made by the students in this regard. You will not imagine how competitive students can be until there is a cash tag for the winner at stake.

The tournament holding at the courts of Sports Unlimited Complex in Petaling Jaya is made up of a group of eight(8) players per team and will see up to 20 teams tangle for the first, second and third cash prizes all in one day! The game starts in the morning and will span through the day with knock-out seasons after the first round. The participants will be given free drinks and awarded certificates by the college for their trouble.

KDU's 'Maiden' Match

The newly revamped football club of KDU college must have had their efforts rewarded on Sunday the 10th of April, 2005 at 9am in the morning when they held some football club in Putra Jaya to an 8-2 win in a friendly tangle This is the kind of score line you hear in an NBA tango but it occured in football as well. For the KDU football team which is always at the receiving end of the blow, this must have been a tale-to-tell. The Coach, Mr. Allen and the manager, Mr. Moses both lecturers must have been taken aback by this unenvisaged victory as their aim in organising this series of friendlies every weekend is to put the seemingly weak team in good shape for the upcoming MAPCU tournament later in the month. Losses were expected as the reason for the friendlies is fitness and endurance.

The game played in the football field of Sekolah Sri KDU was one to be looked forward to as it is the maiden match of the Club after a period of disengagement and boresome trainings since January this year. This was not to hold as after six(6) goals, it must have become boring to the fans who are not very used to having Basketball score lines in football Score Boards. This victory may be credited to various reasons - The enthusiasm of the newly formed team vying for shirts or, home support of the KDU team fans who were out to prove the Coaches wrong.

The 'new' team is out with a new spirit. A lot of investment has been put in by the management and the players and they don't expect to settle for less this season. With an array of local cum foreign students making up the team, lets keep our fingers crossed and see how far the will go in upcoming tournaments....or has the jinx been broken?

...Of Sports

Sporting facilities is one of the factors that inhibit the growth of sports here in the Malaysian sector as I have faithfully observed. In a fast paced economy where Learning Institutions are donning high rise buildings, the laming growth of sports and related activities can be explicitly explained. Not even gyms in the Colleges for students to work-out the pressures.

As opposed to the jinx that foreign athletes have a clear-cut edge over locally breed ones, I would say that from my observation and findings, there are lots of promising sports men and women here who just need a little bit of 'push' to reveal the world-class potentials they have in them. In order to correct an age-long flaw that is tanishing the overall beauty and expectancy, we need to revisit the foundation - the school.

Gone are the days when a learning institution must have ample extra-curricular learning facilities to be approved as a landmark. With "Fast food" Colleges sprouting all over the place, we should start worrying over the extra calories of stuff that is fed into the brain of the Future. A school without a defined space for at least a football field was never approved by the governing bodies not to mention not having courts in the 'premises' for other sports.

The sad turn of events have had its pros and cons one of the cons being that budding talents are brutally killed in their prime. In countries where sports have had an upper hand, the success story could always be traced to the learning institutions. This is where these dreams are discovered and nurtured to the greatness they have attained or are yet to attain. With the many College 'Complexes' around, the issue of Sports is becoming complex as well. Colleges with expensive state-of-the-art modern facilities and gadgets are out to train the brains while the body begins a slow journey of decay and paralysis. This is not intended. Maybe it could explain why the Stadium is barely filled during a serious football match but 'mamak' stalls are having problems with having enough space for their teeming customers to teh-tarik in. The interest is surely weaning and might only be revamped through intercollegiate games and sports.

You see students so eager to play but are denied the privilege. They sometimes take the initiative of organising themselves and renting sporting arenas just to have a little bit of what they should be always entitled to - a Playground. This does not hold quite often seeing the 'unholy' cost of renting these spaces and the unavailability of them at such and such times. A lot of travelling has to be done to and fro the venues as there are no or very limited sporting facilities within the college campus.

For sports to take a gaint leap here, the emphasis should be laid on the grassroots. Only a few aspiring students will go the extra mile of sporting outside or beyond college. The ones that do are just only a handful. Once in a while my college tries to organise sporting events and this really pays off. Students take time off from traditional studying and take the books to the fields. You get to see the competitiveness in that should be always eminent in students show up. A boring day in class was always revived by sweating it out in the fields but, students nowadays have to sleep with it as there are no adequate fields to play in. Only the fingers are gets to be exercised pushing vigorously the buttons of the keyboard playing some “StarTrek” game online. Other adventorous Students resort to nightclubbing as the only form of ‘bodily’ exercise in a long-boring week.

If my opinion would matter, I would say, incorporate extracurricular activities in to the syllabus, make Games and Sports fairly compulsory in schools and colleges, our youngsters are dying of boredom.

Temporary Graves...

I never knew how big KDU was! It took me about 30 mins fucken to be able to locate my Modulation and Transmission class today. When I finally got there, the lecturer had started babbling in his unique indian accent. I learnt some things about him though, Hez got real stuff! Had it been his accent was not so messed up, He'd be one of the best tutors around here..plus, hez got a load of patience too!

One of the most amazing spectacular things happened today...It rained 'cats and dogs' in the morning. This could be said to be an omen for those who can afford to stay for more than 20hours per day under the Airconditioner here in this tropical marshland but for people like us who like it the old fashioned way, it was a shower of blessing. You'd never know how sweet sleep is until you find out itz raining in the dawn of the day. Lotta efforts might be thrown into line just to get you outta your 'temporary grave'. Not to talk of getting a cold shower too. Itz kindda weird here that after immediately after some serious rainfall in the morning, there was this serious shine ass well. I almost stuffed maself to take the cold that was apparent but it was not to be. The only good weather that exists here is the one inside the cars or conditioned classrooms. Our college library is wasting in itz effort to be a study area. I think It would serve a better purpose as a sanctuary for murdered aqua-creatures. Why does it have to be that cold?

Classes were OK but at a point, I thought ma Modulation and Transmission lecturer was singingus some lullabies, I could help 'nodding'. I gotta go for this silly Football meeting thingy, pray no body kisses ma ass or there might be some whooping!

Going home in seconds

I went home to Mom and Dad and ma kid bruder after what could be tecchincally judged as ages. God bless technology, I could send ma voice over seas, oceans, forests, derserts and jungles in a fraction of seconds while ma body was in still here in Asia. It really took much determination to make it to the phone lines to initiate this long distance call. Hopped on a cab at midnight when I should have been rounding up for the day and went to this friend's place to use his VoIP peripherals to ring home. After a lotta tries, I heard ma Pop's voice blare 'Hello'. It was so cool but I wish I talked to mum first, Her cell was kindda engaged luckily she was around her man so I did eventually communicate with her( she could find time to ask if I was eating well! haven't people been saying I am skinny?) Gosh! I really miss this girl. Itz been more than 172800 seconds since I last heard her voice. Thanks a millions for those who have contributed knowingly or unknowingly to make this brief communication possible - Einstein, Abraham Graham Bell, the guy who invented the internet, the dude who developed the software for internet telephony, Andrew, Grete, Hans, Cristine to name just a few. God blees y'll.

purported coincidence!

This shit really gave me trouble to post yesterday. It happens that I write lotta stuffs and it disappears into a crowd of bytes. Often times I don't bother about it 'nemore but this time I decided to type again. I had no idea I was posting the same stuff twice! I was deciding which one to delete when the idea of letting both live crawled in.

I am amazed on the how my flow of thoughts while composing this post synchronises no matter how many times I had to type without reffering to the original write-up in any way. The idea and style still remains though there is a bit of improvisement in the general layout. Comments about the similarity of both will be appreciated if you care!

Once bitten twice shy isn't that what they say? I would never learn the 'save while you type' fable. God help me but save you....paces out.

Funeral or Rally!

The Highest hierarchy in the Catholic world has a vacancy to be filled as the Incumbent just wasted some days ago. His remains is being laid to rest today at the antique Roman city admidst color and grandour!

Being born as Karol Jozef Wojtyla on May 18, 1920 at Wadowice, Poland; Made his name over the years; must have lived a fulfilled life but,...He died April 2, 2005 at the great Vatican City after a lot of drama between science tricking nature and nature taking its course. These are the kind of people that could be given a new body to live on if it was legal (more information about him can be found at http://catholicism.about.com/od/popes/p/popejohnpa05.htm).

Watching this grand burial of the century where lots of dignitaries all round the world, my mind could not help swirmming. How the death of a man could trigger off such a consortium of the world's great members. Crying over this would be likened to being just weary-teary as this calls for celebration more than desiccation.

The grandness, the millions of dollars, the fancy, the costumes, the blings; it looked more like a carnival than a funeral. The Late Pope must be very deligthed if at all he is seeing all this people travel far and wide just to give his wasted body to termites and ants to feast on. "God must be happy too!" Another thoughts triggered. Many great men waste every now and then are are laid to rest in fancy that might even surpass the Vaticans but, whatz the use of such a life if it has not won God's peace is not really resting in peace? You figure that out. Should we be living to die or dying to live? Doesn't all the problems of life stem from this?

I would love to be laid to rest in style in fancy with blings - not that it really matters. What matters is what kind of people have you affected thier lives so much that they wouldn't dream of missing your funeral no matter the distance, religion, cost or color. I rest ma case.

...to funerals or carnivals

The crest of hierarchy in the Catholic world is now officially vacant as the hopes of the late Pope living again was doused by his being laid to rest today in the old famous Vatican city of Rome. This is after a series of drama had been staged between the Science trying to trick nature and nature insisting on having its way
This event has been a news item as many leading broadcasting corporations all round the globe are covering this ceremony live! He must have really been a good man, I did not know much of him so, I will not miss him. The beauty of this event was the unity it fostered. People from all walks of life, diverse religious backgrounds, different languages, multi-cultured coming together to witness an old dude go through the rituals of resting in pieces(pardon! peace).
Watching the proseedings on set I could not stop my mind from loitering, from swirmming. How the death of a man could bring about such a consortium of the world's great members regardless of distance, tribe or religion.
As the seconds on a clock ticks dignitaries give up the ghost and the ceremonies to lay them to rest may go on for as long as weeks in splendour that may even surpass that of the Pope but, what is it anyway if they have not received God's peace and are not really resting in peace? Vanity! The Late Pope must be having his sweet time if he is allowed to watch these herd of humans travel across space and time just to see some designated people give his wasted body to ants and termites to feast on. God must be happy too I reasoned. It was amazing, like the funeral of the century.
The people, the costumes, the people, the rallies, the dollars, the facny, the blings! It was more of a carnival than a funeral. For those that were crying, they must either be hypocrites or just have teary-weary eyes because this was a case of celebration rather than of desiccation.
Born as Karol Jozef Wojtyla on May 18, 1920 at Wadowice, Poland; lived a normal kid's life, made his name over the years, must have lived a fulfilled live but,..... He died April 2, 2005 at Vatican City (more information about the Pope, his live and his events can be found at http://catholicism.about.com/od/popes/p/popejohnpa05.htm).

I would love to be given this kind of drama when I decide to quit the game but, there is more to it than meets the eye and...I am not planning to go to the seminary either! The struggle all starts from the day we were procreated, as controversial as it may appear, some people have to 'kpa' for you to get a step higher in life. If thatz the case, so be it! It is not gonna be the number of fans you had on the whole but, the number of folks that are really going to miss your virtual inexistence.
Is it about living to die or dying to live? How many lives need to be wasted if only you could live another minute. Doesn't most of the world's woes stem from this?
'Lets observe a minute of silence in honor of the deceased' and 'may his/her sould rest in perfect peace'; are the phrases really unnecessary or is it just one of those other frantic protocols to waste time? A guy once said, 'for me to live is Christ and for me to die is gain' Isn't there a truth in this phrase? I rest my case.

Body talks

I have cause to be happy these few days. I always thought I was fat(hahahaha) when two or more people who are so concerned about 'these' things confirmed that me looked skinny, It qualified more like a compliment than it was insult. "Don't take it personal, just being honest" How could I be angry that I am 'skinny'? The adjective was pretty naive but all the same the message was perfervectly(sic) clear - I ain't got lose meat! hahaha.

Itz all good. I used to hear this from ma Mom so Itz like a revisited tale. In the 'Slim-fit' age would I asked for anything less? I wonder if this 'skinny' thing has been making the rounds cause ma housemate just purchased a 'Maximum weight Gain' formula milk...poor thing!

Speaking of gaining weight, I think that I am a fat enough 72kg guy with 180cm frame. Isn't that the ideal body index? I am on this diet; eat less in the day and as much as you can in the night and early morning. Thatz ma secret! You don't gain an ounce this way.

Writing about this crap made me check up the meaning of the word 'skinny'. This I did to make this entry lenghtier as I am not a expert on trivial matters. According to an online dictionary, Skinny was defined to be having unattractive thinness; eg."a child with skinny freckled legs"; "a long scrawny neck"

Looking at this technically, I don't think it qualifies me in anyway as I am sooooo attractive... ahahaha. Wait until I attract you, you'd wish I didn't. I thought "Slim" would do but it doesn't either. We normally invent words for this type of situation. ATHLETIC! I could do with that. I am athletic. If you still think I am 'skinny', wait until you see ma homeyz.

Becoming Irish...

Thank God itz wednesday! A change was needed urgently. It was emminent but we had to work it out. Took out time from a boring college life to catch up this Irish Commedy Play which I would admit was soo cool. My life recently had been so ritualistic that I could tell the near future though I am not a genie. I was kindda looking forward to the thingy, didn't really know what to expect but being in the company of a Pretty-sadistic-angry-driver-sarcastic-blogphobic-maniac-who-gave-me-a-new-name-'slim-pig' girl(decode that!) I couldn't have wished for a more pleasant evening about the stars.

The fun started right in the car and got on for 4hours straight. There was this drama staged when she missed a few turns and I doughed a few punches...something about following one's instincts....hmmm! Got in in time to catch the play start. Thanks to the 'kind' malaysian time thingy. It helped!

Sitting with this Beauty in the front row of the nearly filled theatre, I could feel eyes piercing through ma skin which is all good. I bet I was the only 'colored' guy in there so that could have told it. A noisy kid even asked me if I was from America. The Play commences....and it was laughs right to end. What was I enjoying? The Play or the Play? I am figuring this out!

I have never been a Rugby fan or watched one game successfully for 2 mins but I really did enjoy the Rugby Show. Yeash, especially when the guyz cursed in the native Irish accent - "What happens to a virgin that pees around?.....she gets focked". Pity the old malay folks that were watching. Were they enjoying this part the much I did! I am not a perv but every 'fock' word said accentuated some generous laughs even from the unsuspecting ones(Des should feel guilty).

Ma Gosh! those guyz must have had a sumptous dinner before staging the show or they were absolutely 'Gas bags'. I thought I could talk but this guys tripped me for two hours straight. I wasn't staying too close to the stage or I might have gotten drenched in Ptyalin which oozzed freely from the vocal cavities of this homosapiens. That wasn't an issue beleive me! When they decided to bow-out, admidst sonorous applauds, I wished the night didn't end.....and it didn't! It never ended till morning. I swear!!!

Next destination was dinner. Some people don't have it that late(11pm+) but, I broke the jinx but not after I earned ma new name! Damn! I can't beleive I babbled this much about this crap. I gotta out! Peace.

Un-living life

"Oh death, where is thy sting? Oh grave where is thy victory?"

The important things in life that we take for granted but suffer a terrible loss when taken away. It was a black week, the news of people passing out couldn't stop making the rounds. It started with the Pope but when the news of my Friend's pops kicking the bucket reverberted ma ossicles, I was hit! We just talked about the Old man a forthnight ago and I was totally taken aback that that was the last time he'd discuss about his Pops while he was still breathing. It is something that I do not wish to happen to anyone but inevitable as it appears, I am amazed when people just realise that life still goes on no matter what!

I try to say a prayer for ma friends and thier loved ones every time I talk to Jesus and I ask Him to protect and bless them families. It slips ma memory often attimes but, God knows whatz best for his children and doesn't give 'em stones instead 'o bread.

Reminiscing on the number of times I have prayed for me folks. Nothing will happen to them until I am ready for it - this I know but, Itz not an oversight altogether. I can't imagine how I'd take it, God willing I be by thier side when they need to SLIP. We just may not know how special the people who brought us into this world are until when someday they pass away but I ain't waiting till then. The most unfortunate thing is that we don't know the timings, we could only hope the inevitable tarries awhile. While having this in mind, we do our best to show them appreciation for it ain't easy to raise homosapiens. I swear!

I am not very good at consoling as I turn out to be giving sermons but, to all ma buddies who have ever lost a loved one whom they are depending upon, No amount of consolation, fasting or tear can bring them back to the throes of reality but....May God be your Father, companion and friend and be there when you think you'd be needing him most. Amen.

SHIT!

I happen to have one of the laziest dudez in college to be ma lecturer. It really trips me when I learn that at 30, hez got his Phd already but, I have never met an unserious dude as this....works for him! Our two hours class was shortened to less than one hour with which we spent like 30 minutes talking crap. It is supposed to be a pratical class so I don't expect much to be done in the classroom 'newayz.

I had ma rounds of laugh in this Power Supply Unit class today. The lecturer didn't mind that we brought some chips and drinks, sat right at is nose cracking away as he spoke we even left the wrapper on his table and he did not seem to bother. The college just seems to be training students but not citizens...too bad!

I love this ma Dr. lecturer, he is down to earth even though it almost gets out of hand at times. There wa this incidence, I was apointed to put people into groups for our Power Supply unit project and I mistakenly placed the sheet of paper on the water that dripped from the soft drink can and uttered SHIT!....I couldn't control ma fancy when almost simultaneously, the lecturer who is supposed to caution me screamed right in front of the class SHIT ! We laughed our brains out.

Itz amazing how we make a supposedly technical and complex class so simple and stupid. Forget that you are supposed to put your phone on silence mode in class. you can just let the thing ring a couple more time and answer it right there where you are seated. Lectures can pause when the cell phone rings as he'd love to answer his call right there in front of the class...., don't be lazy because, he'd scream 'MOVE YA ASS' right at your tail.

The best part is when we discuss 'chicks' after the dayz lessons. It should remain this fun.

Pope!

I am not very updated with the events happening in the world scence as I am too busy trying to create ma news than read somebodyz elsez. Plus, foreign news seldom comes to this part of the world.

But,....did I hear it correctly that the Pope kicked the bucket? Hmmm...wouldn't be so surprised it was like a 'till death do us part' thingy. Itz history as far as history is concerned. The poor guy has lived his dream so why brood over spilt milk? Letz make our own history.

I almost felt depressed until I found out that depression is merely anger without enthusiam...hahaha

Anikarc!

If there is some good things alongside bad ones that I have learnt from ma Afro Arab friends, it is 'brotherly love'. It really trips me to see the way the greet each other. The guys hug each other and you will seldom see them sit down to greet somebody they haven't met before or seen in a while. You might mistake them to be faggards especially in Asia where some people are pretty wierd. They ain't!

Don't go to an Afro Arab guy's house and refuse to sit for a customary drink. It may be interpreted as contempt. They are very generous as I have observed.

..That brings me to this.....have you noticed that 'bad' people are very generous? Don't tap this but, there seem to be this giving spirit in them especially when the stuffz they are offering is 'unhealthy'.

Take for an instance, Smokers(I smoke too so please don't crucify me!). You can walk up to a complete stranger who apparently must hate you and ask for a stick and he/she will offer it without a hitch. You might get lucky to make fast buddies this way!

Tell the same person to front you some change to 'makan' and you might get 'labeled'. Interesting huh!

You see the joy with which Druggers share their stuff, they don't give it a second thought. 'There is joy in sharing' could pass for their motto. I laugh it off this strange behaviour...or are they mocking- .....at least I don't have to die alone! Don't ask me.

I think I might speak basic Arabic if I am serious about it. Ma friends never have the courtesy to speak in the 'linqua franca' any time they are around me. So pathetic. I turned it into an opportunity to learn....and I could curse using in Arabic!

crap!

It is not only witches that play at night. Humans do too. People must have wondered why the heck would we prefer to play soccer not only in the night, but under heavy rain. Itz one of the silly things that niggas doo when we feel bored and feel like juggling balls. I swear it was so much fun that not even the fear of fever would deter us from putting in two solid hours to working out the ball.

I opted to going on silly adventures instead of staying at home and whining about how boring life is outta here. On saturday, I missed the bus to soccer training and I really wanted to ball so I hopped on ma friendz manual bike and cycled all the way to the field which was like miles away. My mates thought me to be silly but I call it dedication and interest....plus, I did not have to cycle back as some dude who bought a new-old car was kind enough to give me and the sweet bike a ride home.

The weekend was a great one. I swear I didn't do any bad things.....been a good boy all along. God has been very good too! He caused good things to happen and I will be eternally grateful. and..I decided to stuff ma phone after a so very long time. Almost exhausted the units though. It was just a scheme to keep this guys from blocking ma line.

I had a happy weekend. God through some VERY special people could be given credit for this. I love you! Yeash, YOU!

FIRE!

Fire on the mountain run run run.....This fire drill thingy was conducted in ma college today. We were intimated by our lecturer yesterday so we were kindda expecting fire! Believe me, students had to skip class because of this. Was it the grammar or is it an allergy. Drill!

Midway in-between Eng. Maths IV class, this deafening alarm sounded and we were ordered to exit the building using the staircase. What a good work-out for 10am in the morning! I couldn't help wondering, if there really was fire, would we have strolled out nochalantly the way we did? From the statistics taken by the firemen we evacuated the building in 'bout 7mins time. Isn't that enough time to get roasted? Reminds me of the earthquale thingy where we had to converge outside the building. Should much effort be put into making people realise that their safety is their sole responsibility?

Classes resumed after wasting our damned 10mins....with less students in the class anyway. Some siezed the moment and went on a french leave...not that it would deter Mr. Fu from downloading another topic into our frightened CPUs. If you look at it logically, the drill thingy wasn't really a neccessity or, are they telling us somebody is planning to roast some flesh soon?

Classes today were very challenging but no fun. I was so not in the mood for anything but sleep nah...think. Figured out that the month's ending today. This is really not a good time to end. I wish I could con maself to believing that it is just in ma head...."Mbiong adiok".