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".

Bitches?

At last there are females in ma school(Engineering) Not that they ain't something to behold but, ehem....don't tap this. Been here for almost two years and the cummulative number of females that had ever attended a class together with me were two unfortunate malay girls who, I think must have been 'man-nerised' by now. Feel me?

That would be past-tense as I can spot some other damsels in ma school. They ain't in ma class though, but itz a welcome development. We even got as far as having two female lecturers (a Chinese and a Malay); but somehow, I pity the poor malay girl because, she appears to be punished by her employers.

How can they fix a timid girl who whispers in class to teach Electronic Circuits to a group of amore than 45noisy idiots on a go? Something really has to be done about this.

They both prove their gender by making us sign some class rules sheety thingy! Itz a kindda big contrast. The Chinese witch can get all the attention as she screams while delivering her MicroComputer Interfacing and Programming Bullshit. On the other hand, the Malay Electra might need a microphone and a bouncer while doing it.

I learnt the chinese girl is still a 'Miss'....could all the playas report to room 302 please?

"Behind it all"

"Behind it all"

290305 Earthquake - Ma version

...a distance ring slowly brought me back to the throes of reality. I turned over and picked the cell which usually sleeps by ma bed-side. Itz 12:36 am and I was fast asleep.....'what is this Sonofabitch calling me at this unholy hour of the day to say?'. For the benefit of doubt I reluctantly answered the thingy not knowing it was going to be the wake of a 3hour adventure.

He must have mumbled something about the buliding shaking and everybody in the Condo standing outside ....which sounded like he been drinking or I was dreaming. I hopped out of bed and went straight for the loo. Ma housemate had received a call too so this was a serious joke now. I took ma time in the bathroom, peeed, washed ma face as I wasn't seeing properly, took ma cell, ma wallet, ma passport and strolled outta ma unit until some buds beckoned me to widen ma pace....was it coming down forreal!

Inside the fully packed elevator, I saw young looking humans that looked more frightened than excited, some half claded in their night thingyz, some fully awake. I couldn't help but smile. Why should you be worried at nothing? Alarms rung out and doors banged as we journeyed to the ground floor. THis was mayhem! Enroute, the elevator halted and an old woman in wheel chairs surfaced with her maid and Gosh! they had too board the thing too. There couldn't be enough space for all so somebody had to out! Ma naughty mind started reverating..."if this was a life-dead situation, who should be allowed to go on and live? Is this the old woman who is apparently waiting to kick the bucket or would it be the youths who occupied 99.9% of the lift? Let your pummeled conscience sing!

Shoulder-walking one of ma housemates who surprisingly lost his ability to do it towards the entrance, we were greeted by a hive of frightened, anticipating phone- calling tenants numbering to a few thousands who not surprisingly became interested in knowing why one of us wasn't walking. We could have cooked up something but we smiled and kept walking.

With vehicles, humans, mosquitos, cats all over the place, we had to squeeze our way through to find a spot. Some over zealous, over-their-head dudes heightened the fright when they supposingly trying to allay it. Information is a very powerful tool, If you relay it wrongly, you get more confused reactions than is neccessary. When people could not accertain what this dude was trying to put across, - apologies to his soon-to be fixed grammar, another dude voluntrily gave his own speech atop his voice is Chinese (the Indians, Malays and Africans must have understood either as there were no more translations.) Were this guys excited about talking over the loudspeaker to a two thousand people audience?...tsk

...Till now, we are not able to place the reason why this passionate security personnels had to wake us at 12:36am to evacuate our warm beds to fry outside. A rumour sprang out that there was an earthquake in the whole of malaysia. Some people admitted to hearing or feeling the "trembling" of the apartment while doing thier business. This is truly wack!That being the case, were we safer crowding within falling range of a 18 storey apartment? The only good thing that occured as a result of this unfortunate incidence is that, the "Ramly" burger vendor and neighbouring Gas stations had very good flow of early morning partrons and must have 'sold-out!'

Plus, why didn't someone tell me that there were these much pretty girls staying in this Condomenium? Those that couldn't have the grace to jump outta bed-clothes came out thus. Shirtless men could be counted as well. Figure this out! Some people wanted to go back to this soon to be crashed buillding if only they could savage their cell phones, passports, wallets and the likes.....crazy world. The true value of materialism was manifested right here.

Someone said the Fire-guyz were alerted and that they were making their way to tell us when we can go in for the building to crash on us. They must have had difficulty locating our crib but when they arrived 2hours later and ordered us to go back to bed, the old house had not come tumbling down. ....'abbracadabra'!

Tried to catch up on ma sleep as I had to get up early for college. Thought I was going to have a little bit of 'mares before slipping-away....nah! I forgot about life the minute I hit ma bed again. I must have seen some people leave with bags after the panaroma...don't tell me they sleeping out tonight.

I am not pyscho, I just didn't see the need for a night drama. There was an earthquake yeah! and we were fortunate enough not to be dumped. The reaction by people courtesy of our 'wonderful' security guards was in ma opinion simply ill-meant and more dangerous....."Be anxious for nothing but with prayer and thanksgiving, make ya requests known unto God"- the Holy book.

...Keep talking!

Sunday could have been said to be a good day for many reasons. Most importantly, as much as people will want to dispute on this, itz the resurrection morning!

Church was great and the Food ranging from rice to chocolates to to coffee to colored eggs afterwards at the Oksenholt's was so satiating. At a point we had stopped eating and commenced feeding ourselves...'twas so appealing.

Either the glycogen in the chocolate or the caffiene in the coffee must have had itz toll on us cos' at a point every body begun to get intellectual. We thought we were talking but 'blabbering' would have defined the situation.

Of a sudden, I came up with this question, 'what is the difference between talking and speaking?'; you bet I heard lots of stories from both young and old. Before giving dictionary definitions, it is worthy of mention the various responses I triggered from this 'rhetorical' question.

Cristine: "When talking, you are just talking"....I completed her sentence by adding - When speaking, you are just speaking.

Iris: Speaking has to do with the tongue whereas talking can be done without the tongue(supossedly).

Russ: Why do we call a speaker Speaker when it can actually sing or ring too?

Ricardo: When talking, you don't know what you are saying or going to say but speaking has to do with an audience - a kindda prepared speech.

Me: I think talking is just spontaneous whereas speaking has to with communicating to people. We've only got Speakers not Talkers huh!

Other irrational responses had to do with "talking to people but speaking to somebody" I guess. Does God talk or speak? Do we talk on the phone or speak on the phone? That was another wonderful query that popped up. The answers given here contradicts itself so fcuk it!

You are going to see the futility of man's wisdom and intellectuality here but it is worth the trouble aight? The dictionary is supossed to solve language problems but it seems to confuse us amuch regarding certain issues. Browsing through The Oxford Student's English Dictonary, I came across some cool craps that might have sounded like this;

Talk: to say or to "speak" something

Speak: to talk or say something

I summarised thus, "when you are talking, you are just speaking, when you are speaking, you are just talking". ain't it?

Isn't this contradicting? I know I am just trying to showcase ma fooly here but itz all good, I had some crappies to jot about didn't I?

I'll leave the questions for comments if any body dares to express your un-knowledge of THE langauge. What is the difference between speaking talking?...tsk...stupid question.

There was not an hint of digression in that piece I swear! plus I did very silly things like playing soccer with some homeys from 8pm to about 10:26pm. I was silly as I played ma trainers out and resorted to playing with ma socks on. That did not stay long either..I ended up playing bare footed. It was so fun that I forgot about life's many problems for thousands of seconds.

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Yesterday a vry busy day at the later part of it. I wish it had remained the same from dusk. I was not doing any compulsory thing but I missed ma first bus to training and felt so bad about it. It wasn't a bad day, I would disagree. I eventually got to training at 7:40something but the coach still fielded me. I had the best game in a long while.

An x-rail picked me up and sent me alongside other kpods to church to practice some stunts for sunday. I did enjoy that as well! Back home, there was this looming surprise. One 'o ma dwags is leaving for the states, and dropped by to give peace to the homies. Itz so amazing, he got his visa from malaysia even as a foreigner. A jack of spirit drained down our oesophagus as we talked about nothing. Apparent the last time we'd meet here in Asia....Nu York city here we come!

I can't believe I am late for training today again. This may be owing to the fact that I slept pretty late last night. I jumped outta bed straight into ma clothes and bounced to college in hope to hike a ride there but...tsk. The next ride'd be moving by 9:41am and I would have been 41 minutes late for the shit. It is kindda funny ma whole sleep regime thingy. Sometimes, I just can't find ma center to relax, other times, I droop like an hare. Hey! I'd better get outta here..I got to ride.....peace!