KL-Cherating Treasure Hunt Part 2

So back to the highway. After coming to a particular point, we had to exit the highway and play spot the shop names. Mind you, it isn’t as easy as it sounds. We had to find about 15 shops before entering the highway again and make a pit stop at the Lancang rest area, I think to gather another 10 points. We had fun spotting the shop names, coz the clues given were a bit tricky.

I can’t type all the 30 questions. Here’s a few:-

Clue: A rat traveling back for a cuppa here?
Answer: Tara Coffee House
Why? Tara spelt backwards is arat, a rat ;-)

Clue: Sounds like it could mean spot a pan.
Answer: C’Wok café
Why? Come on, it’s obvious.

Clue: You have a ghost of a chance to surf here.
Answer: casper.net.cafe
Why? Hmph!

Clue: Half the figure tree?
Answer: FIG repair and servicing.
Why? Too technical for me to explain here..lol

My favourite:

Clue: What a paradox? Their name sounds like rotting but they claim to sell the opposite.

Answer: D’KAY FRESH MART.

I wonder what the owner was thinking when he named his shop.

So we were quite late since we went over each question twice. Halfway, the other team got lost and sped off to the pitstop to collect their 10 points. We were losing hope on reaching the rest area on time as we were told that they would leave after the allocated time period is over but the organizers were still there when we reached so next task...

By the way, the damn cekap Wira driver, Sham (Never let the fire die) from the team which got lost ;-) managed to bring the whole load in time...with the wira reaching max speed of more than 160km/hr. =P

The task, gulp down a can of Coke, crush the tin and toss it into a pail and collect 10 points.
We were asked to buy 2 cans of coke earlier so the coke junkies in our team, me and Nisha joined in. We managed to gulp the drink but couldn’t toss it right. Some were seen vomiting and burping at the side. Lol! Might as well have a burping party there ;-)

We collected only 5 points here.

Then off to the highway to spot another 15 shop names.

My favourites in this set:

Clue: Sounds like not a smart vehicle to drive.
Answer: SILICA MOTORS WAKIL INSURANS

Clue: The final clue to this car business and it is done, finished, ended, completed.
Answer: OverMoto

Finally, we reached Cherating. Checked in the hotel about 4pm I guess, about 1 and a half hour earlier than the maximum time given. We gave all the ‘treasures’ we bought plus the answer sheet to the organizers and hung out at the lounge for our final task. For our final task, we were taken into a room and asked to solve a jigsaw puzzle in two minutes, like Survivor lah ;-) Damn hard, ok ? =P We managed to solve this.

Treasure hunt finally over...

Next agenda, DINNER..

While waiting, we checked into the hotel and dipped in the sea, where yours truly lost her glasses, AGAIN! I feel like kicking myself but ah well…there goes rm 350, flushed down the sea…:-(

Bath. 8 sharing two bathrooms..Imagine the queue...

Dinner was okay. Then we were shown the video of the treasure hunt, it was fun seeing our tired but excited faces, seriously. Then a presentation of the pictures taken.

Next, answer time. I’ll just give out the answers for the treasures we couldn’t figure out earlier. We bought the treasures anyway coz we saw other teams buying the items earlier, wink wink.

For the numbers, just type the code in your handphone sms dictionary and it will return the following message, Bring me a can of Malta

For the Larry King question, it was a pack of cards. King, Queen, Jack, Ace, get it?

We didn’t win anything except Nava who got the lucky draw but it was really a super duper experience. Slept early, by 11.30pm coz we were damn tired. The hotel rooms were good, we had two adjoining rooms for four. The other four slept in a different hotel as this one was full.

The next day was shopping day. Woke up at around 9 am. Rushed for breakfast. We are such lazy slobs...

Looked around for T-shirts and souvenirs.

Had lunch in one Malay shop. For the first time, I actually enjoyed eating fish. But their “sotong goreng”(fried squid) was yucky. Even the stray cat at the shop refused to eat it.

Time to get back to the city. Reached KL around 10pm.

It was a good trip. I truly enjoyed myself.

I’m not posting all pics since I want to remain anonymous on the net and I’m not sure how my friends feel about seeing their photos plastered in blogs. So here’s a few from one camera without any tired faces on it, he he! There’s more in other cameras, I’m still waiting for the pics!


Cherating beach from the road side


Cherating beach again!


Our hotel room, reminds me of an intimate scene from 'Kakka kakka'...'Ondrai rendai asaigal, ellam solleve, or nal pothuma?' He he ;-D


Nice...kampung style...


New Fashion in town, our 'Toilet Cleaner' T-Shirt. From Gucci ;-)

Monday monday MoNdAy mOnDaY (",)

Weekend was great albeit busy.

Wanted to follow bf for rowing class in Putrajaya lake but I was too tired to wake up at 7.30 am so slept off the Saturday morning and woke up around 11 am.

Afternoon, after he returned, we shot off to the KL International Motor Show 2006. It was awesome. I felt sudden bouts of adrenaline rush being surrounded by all the sleek machines but I’ll blog about it later, with pictures (after I have blogged about KL-Cherating Part 2). Loads of it. Eye candies. Yum!

Oh yeah, by the way just in case you plan to go, Putra LRT to PWTC is FREE for the motor show week.

Sunday…let me see, what did I do on Sunday? Woke up at 11am. Had vegetarian lunch and headed off to KLCC to do some banking stuff. Yeap, banks in KLCC are open 7 days a week. Walked around KLCC, shopping what else?

Had dinner. Slept at 12. Back in office getting my coffee fix now. First for this week, had none during the weekend. Consoling myself, silly ;-)

Bracing for tomorrow. The project starts. Finally. There goes my freedom, flushed down the drain…:-( Oh well, might as well get over it, na?

Happy Monday! :-D

(p/s: The weekend was spent using public transport, to beat the traffic and the rising petrol prices. Okay lah, our transport system ‘boleh pakai’, if you are not too fussy and you don't mind walking a bit and getting a little sweaty and and...ah...you get the drift ;-) )

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I managed to get into a blog belonging to a transvestite. Now I know the topic of a transvestite is supposedly hilarious, to be poked fun on, etc etc etc

But..

A long time ago, my youngest brother was laughing over his male school teacher who was very girlish, one way or another. Your truly was also laughing over it until my mother overheard the conversation and we got scolded.

She said respect other people no matter how different they are. Transvestites have feelings too. They didn’t ask to be born that way. There is something wrong with their bodies, some hormonal changes. They are not to be blamed.

Since that day, we don’t make fun of transvestites. We let them be.

I can’t say I am an angel. Sure I stare when I see one strutting by. Wrong I know but I find them to be interesting. Maybe because they are different. But I don’t laugh into their faces or make any remarks.

This blog I was talking about, well actually I know this guy/girl and he/she is actually a professional earning big bucks. The actions he does is funny, sometimes I laugh too when I hear a friend talking about him.

But when I was reading this blog, I kind of felt sad for him. It’s hard to be conscious of your difference all the time. Every walking minute, to be judged and made fun of. To be touched unwillingly. Sure, he’s a guy who wants to be a girl but that doesn’t give any rights for other guys to touch him for fun. He probably doesn’t want to be born that way. Sometimes nature behaves in such a funny little way.

I also found links to other sites, similar ones if you get my drift…and they wrote almost the same thing. Being conscious about their differences.

Sigh, it’s hard being different, isn’t it? Hard when your daily struggle is to fit in knowing fully well that you can’t. Hard to want to be accepted, knowing fully well that you’ll never be. Unless the society plans to change it’s mindset over night. We can dream.

I read in the news some time back about some raid and they gathered a group of them transvestites into a cell and the allegation was some officers touched and rubbed their private parts and made fun of it. Sick.

But I’m telling you. I’m kind of jealous. He/She shops in Guess shops, owns like 3 Guess watches, 1 Guess purse, 1 Guess handbag, Guess jeans, Victoria Secret body splash, Aussino bedspread 260 threadcount (he/she owns like 5 of em, I only got 1, that too I stole from my bf), uses MAC makeup and drives a brand new imported car…

Hmph! Jealous jealous…

And he/she has a normal male boyfriend. A little too much for my typical mind to digest but then, just because i can't accept it doesn't mean he/she shouldn't have one, na?

Some eyes may say the boyfriend might be a little sick in the head. Some eyes say shun them. Some eyes sees dirty stuff. I see a little acceptance. Some compassion. He even have a physically impaired brother whom they both take care of fully well. Let me see...a guy who is going out with a transvestite takes full responsibility on his physically impaired brother while another normal guy with a normal girlfriend dumps his brother in some asylum. Where do you draw the line?

I guess in some way or another, accepting this behaviour is somewhat arguable. You may say, well if you agree with this, then perhaps incest is fine too. Euwww no. I am fully opposed to incest. I think it's ultra disgusting and i don't accept any point of arguements on that. Sick.

But then again...that's just me. Sometimes it's a little too hard to draw a line at what is right and what is wrong. Loads of arguements never gets anywhere too.

The world is...as such...

Over the Hedge

We went to Sunway Pyramid to watch Over the Hedge last night.


I went with loads of expectation, thinking it would be one hell of a funny movie, just like Finding Nemo. After all, they did produce it previously.


It turned out just the same as The Wild. Seriously. I heard some chuckles here and there but otherwise, it was almost silent. Sure, the characters are cute but none stood out. Personally i liked The Possum who loves to play dead but each personality was under-developed so honestly there was no sense of attachment anywhere. I just sat watching, halfway through the movie, bf rested his head on my shoulders and when the credits rolled in, he didn’t stir. Turned out, he slept all the way.


So I guess that explains how boring it was.


And when we came out, his friends who also followed us for the movie, groaned.

I really hope Da Vinci Code would be exciting since we got Gold Class tickets for it. Wink wink!

Disclaimer: This entry is based entirely on my opinion only. Check out the movie yourself but I wouldn’t recommend it.

KL-Cherating Treasure Hunt Part 1

Okay. Here’s my first attempt at writing my Cherating trip post. Thank heavens if this actually gets posted. I’m very bad in writing factual experiences as I can’t recreate the atmosphere. I would rather play with words.

Enough crap.

We left Cyberjaya at about 5.30am on Saturday and reached TPM around 6.10 am. There were already a few cars ahead of us. Oh yeah, we were given a blue T-shirt to wear for the trip. The rest said it looked like the toilet cleaner’s T-shirt with some ugly logo with ugly colors at the back but we wore it anyway.

So after the hugging at the TPM car park as we girls have not seen each other for sometime, we were given some food, water and a briefing on how the treasure hunt works. We took loads of photos and also were video taped. I have neither in my possession currently hence the bleak post.

When all the 85 cars arrived, we were flagged off around 7.32 am. Since there were 8 of us in our group, we left in two cars. Team ‘GoldDiggers’ in Waja. Team ‘The Doink’ in Wira. Yours truly was in former. There was this Vios I think, “decorated’ with some headless dummy at the back, tied to the exhaust) complete with red ink to represent blood. It was funny in some gruesome way. I’ll post the picture if I could get hold of it. Surprisingly, this car got the best decorated car. The judges must be pretty sick also..he he ;-)

Our first assignment was to find two hats, two sunglasses, one toy gun and one stiletto and get to Point A to take pictures with it. We scoured all the shops. It was 8 am. No shops were open. We managed to get the sunglasses and the toy gun from Petronas Mini Mart. We had a stiletto with us and as for the hats; we even stopped near a market to look for those baby hats but couldn’t find one. Finally someone in our group was brilliant enough to suggest a home-made, ahem, car-made hats made out of newspaper and paper plates.

While on the way, we tried cracking our heads, to find the four treasures in our question paper.

Q1. Break this code and you will know what consumable treasure you must bring to the end. Use a good dictionary in hand to solve the answer.

27464 63 2 226 63 62582

We tried the traditional way to cracking the code, associating it with some alphabets. We couldn’t get any clue from this and left it.

Q2. Solve the six letter word puzzle, and collect 2 points for your effort.

_ A _ _ _ _ A song of national praise
N_ _A_ _ A Native American tribe
_ N _ _ _ B To cover or bury
B_ _ _ N _ Scantily cut briefs
_ N _ _ _ _ To impress or plant ideas
R _ _ _ _ E A refund or a discount

Complete the puzzle and you will scream with delight,
Look up and down, to the left and to the right,
The treasure I want will soon come into sight,
Submit the correct pack or you will regret tonight.

This we managed to crack…

The answer:

ANTHEM
NAVAJ O
ENTOMB
BI K I N I
I NS T I L
REBAT E

Look up and down, you can spot the word, RIBENA MOBILE. That’s one of our four treasures.

Q3. Men of Time Out Solutions provide this clue,
To lead you to 9 dragees that are sugar free too,
Chew on it and it will come to you,
Be as cool as ice and break it through.

We found the answer. Mentos Ice cool, 9 dragees, sugar free.

Q4. This was pretty tough. There were 4 pictures. We had to give their names and identify their similarity. The question was something like this…

Figure out these faces and you will realize an item that had ‘them’ in a pack. Bring one of any brand unopened to the finish.

Picture 1 was Larry King
Picture 2 was The Queens ( We thought it was The Carpenters)
Picture 3 was Jack Nicholson
Picture 4 was Ace Ventura (We thought it was Jim Carrey)

We couldn’t break the code. Don’t worry. I’ll provide the answer later.

So we bought the Mentos and Ribena Mobile plus the other items I mentioned just now to Point A. We were asked to pose like Tom Cruise and the sexy Maggie Q in MI3. We gave a damn teruk pose. I’m not putting up pictures: P The teams with all guys had a pretty hard time as all of us have to wear the stilettos to pose. So we saw loads of hairy legs in dainty stilettos complete with the slutty look for the picture. It was damn funny!

So then off to the highway. We had to follow the tulips (directions) given, trip the meter accordingly and solve another 30 set of questions. I’ll get to that in my next post…

He he!

Random thoughts

I know I’m supposed to write about the Cherating trip but it’s way too long and right now I’m just not in the mood to write a long post.

Been listening to only one song since 9 am, Paakatha from Aaru. It’s super nice, or maybe it’s just me. I haven’t listened to movie songs for some time now.

Anyway, that’s not the reason why I popped in to write this.

I was reading TheStar just now. There was more news about Ho Ping, the 7 year old who was murdered recently. Followed by stories about two teens, T. Suren and M. Kadiravan who were in a jubilant mood and could not wait to tell their families that they would be in the Johor team at the national schools’ sepak takraw competition next month but got killed in an accident on their way back home.

Ho Ping. I read somewhere that reading and watching news is one of the contributing factor for depression. How true I don’t know but just look at our news nowadays. Rape and murder jumps out from almost every single page. Cliché topic, I know. But I can’t help but write.

Random thought. During a speech, someone from the floor asked the speaker, why is it that there are so many depressing things on this earth, people kill each other, declare war, rape?

And he said, this life is such a precious gift. But not many know that. Without a proper path, they start searching for happiness in all the wrong places. In the end, they become depressed. Life is taken for granted. When they couldn’t appreciate their own life, do you think they would appreciate another?

I think he is right.

T.Suren, M. Kadivaran. When I was a kid, I remember seeing in Bagavath Gita, (Indian Holy Book) once, a picture of a dead man on the floor and another man sitting beside it, crying. I still remember the picture very vividly until now. I asked my mother what the caption below the picture meant and she said,

A would be dead man crying for an already dead man.

And I asked her again what it meant and she said, The man is crying for his dead friend without knowing for a fact, that the body that he is in is only temporary. When the time comes, the life in it would leave and he would be lying just like the dead friend.

And I asked her again, a confused 8 year old, what is that supposed to mean, and she said, don’t cry over the body. It is only a host for something more precious called life. That life, is the ability for you to breathe, to move, to do whatever you want. Appreciate it. It never dies. It just moves on, leaving the body behind. It’s like you changing your clothes, once it gets dirty, you change to another. You don’t sit and cry for the clothes you discard.

Too much for me to grasp at that moment. But eventually I did understand what she meant although I could not put it in proper words because it’s a feeling, a realization.

It’s easy to lament. Easy to say life is unfair. I do that. Heaps of times. Sometimes I get angry at God. There were times a long long time ago when I wanted to end my life.

But now, no. I still feel life is unfair at times, but there was a promise made to me and I look forward to living.

No matter how depressing the world is, no matter how sad I feel, I look forward to living. I want to live. I want to feel that beauty, that unimaginable happiness. I want to fulfill the reason I was born.

I know I’m writing non-stop and the end has somewhat no relevance to the beginning of my post. But this is just a random thought in my head. And I popped in to write exactly that.

:D

I was reading my friend’s blog today and her piece for today really in some way or other, kind of put together whatever thing that had been bugging my mind for quite sometime.

Anyway, I am not in the mood to write about emo stuff. Maybe some other time.

I had a super great time in Cherating. Will post a complete write-up about the trip soon. Got some stuff to do. Have a great week folks..

I’m just so sleepy. Currently nursing my precious two-cups-in-one coffee…

Updates: It's lunch time and i'm glad i brought the glutinous rice porridge mum made for me earlier. I kept it frozen so it's still fine. Tomorrow i have to scour the place for food again. For the hundredth time, i wish i had a car for the food inside sucks but this wish dissapears the moment i step out of work place at 6pm, he he..

On other note, made some phone calls to sort out some bills and banking issues and came to a realisation that having helpdesk/call centre people to help you out at any time of the day is really such a super huge convenience. My only problem is that they speak a little too fast.

Hats off to Maybank2U as well. I am yet to use any other internet banking services but a huge supporter of Standard Chartered and who works in Std Chartered internet banking department said Standard Chartered is the best..How true i'm not sure...tell me if you know...and while you are at that, i am wondering about BCB as well.

In super good mood today, ermmm notice the word super in almost every single paragraph...i am not sure why but it might have something to do with the fact that i didn't have to take lrts and ktms to come to work today. Phew!

But i'm still sleepy and the two cups of coffee is causing a mini tsunami in my stomach...

Updates: My template is out of order..i deleted all the pop quiz i did earlier coz it pushed my links to the bottom, but now it's still the same and i'm not sure what's causing it..hmph!

Tempt me!

Since I have been placed in a different location for now, my daily commute involves a short pit stop in KL Central to change LRTs.

Now KL Central is fine in the morning, when most of the shops are closed, except the guardian pharmacy, 7 eleven and a food shop.

The after work pit stop is the most dangerous one. Why?

The short walk to the next commuter involves walking pass a small Famous Amos cookie stall which is pure evil! It calls me. It beckons me.

I try to resist, reminding myself not to waste money, not to add extra pounds to my weight, not to look in that shop’s direction…

Not to look at the yummy chocolate laden cookies, not to look at the finger licking raisin and oatmeal cookies, not to look at the soft, lustrous brownies, not to look at the super delicious muffins, not to look at their colorful jelly sweets, not look at their eye-catching packaging…

Must resist, must resist, must resist….

And I always end up buying the brownies and the cookies…always!

Damn!

Famous Amos…pure evil yum!


Tempted yet? >:)

Thankfully I didn't have to take the Lrt yesterday...phew:-)

He he!

P/s: Found this in friendster…Damn cute right?

Paramasivam-The Movie

I’m surprised that Ajith has taken the same leap as our great actor, Vijayakanth. Well, just watch Paramasivam and you’ll know what I am talking about.

Here’s the summary of the movie which I copied from the net.



“The story revolves around Subramania Siva, who is sentenced to death for killing six policemen who were responsible for the murder of his father and sister. The Jailor, a Doctor, the DGP and the SP bring him out of jail to track down 15 Pak militants.

To conceal his identity, Subramania Siva is reported killed in an encounter in jail, and a body lying unclaimed is cremated, allegedly as that of Siva. Ajith then takes on the identity of Paramasivan and goes after the villains.

The rest of the movie is about how he finishes off one of the masterminds behind the bomb blasts in Kovai, how he saves the family of the DGP from being killed by the militants, how he destroys a five-member human bomb squad to save a major IT deal happening between India and the US, and finally how he saves himself from the same officers who now want him really dead. The movie also has a parallel track on the CBI investigation about the body that was cremated as Siva's.

The comedy aspect is taken care of by Jayaram as a Malayalee CBI Officer and his side-kick Vivek”

Everything goes as usual in this movie until Ajith begins doing gravity defying stunts, oppss, I forgot, even Rajini has done this before. Dodging a bullet. Ajith did it by doing summersaults on a moving bike, Rajini did it while sitting on a chair and Vijayakanth, well, he had done this way too many times for me to remember.

Okay, I know even English movies have these stupid stunts as well but it looks pretty realistic at times, but this, no, they show you the bullet whizzing pass and the person moving sideways after actually noticing the bullet flying in the direction of his nose. Get what I mean?

Then came to most irritating part. Hacking into a secured computer system to get the criminal’s data. And the secured computer system, well it was located in a run-down shack in a village,and i beleive the idea of being secured is to be guarded by two fat village gangsters who probably had no idea what they were guarding in the first place. Anyway as usual, Ajith (Criminal cum Detective) and Prakash Raj (Police officer) managed to get into the shack while the villains went for their nasi lemak break, oppss sorry, thosai break in the middle of the night, I think and voila, they boot the computer and with a climax sound playing in the background which even M13 cannot compare, they click open……..

My documents!!

Yes, my documents. I almost rolled on the floor laughing.

And to add to that, with the grimmest face ever, Ajith clicks on two folders inside My Documents and tells the Officer, ‘Wah, see this. All the information about the bomb blasts and people involved are all here’. Heavy information, stored in My Documents and not even password protected. Man!

Next, you guys who watch Vijayakath’s movies would probably know by now what happens next. He clicks on something and voila, Microsoft PowerPoint opens and all the information and transactions over the past is displayed on the screen with moving letters.

Aduh!

To think they (the bomb-criminals) actually had time to do powerpoint for their activity. And to animate the words. Hmmm...maybe they had to do presentation somewhere.

I survived the movie just to catch Vivek’s comedy parts and Laila's cuteness.=)



Cute!

And Ajith used to look sooooo good. Look at him now. His acting sucks too. He looks like a anorexic person throughout the movie, after his diet of a carrot and an idli for one year [Heard from a friend of a friend =P ]



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I’m waiting with great anticipation for Vethai Adu Vilayadu by Kamalhassan but I heard the title might be changed before the movie is released. Not a big fan of Mr Kamal but trailer looks pretty promising. I know one crazy Kamalhassan fan who would be trying to get the tickets for the premier in Malaysia...Aaaa aaa aaa ;-)



On an unrelated note, went for a netball game after work with some colleagues. Well, we were supposed to play and show our skills in order to be chosen to represent the company. I doubt I will be chosen as they wanted professional players while my skill is limited to playing a few times in Form 2 but I sure had fun and all the sweating made coming back to the house late after work worthwhile =D

Naked post

I think I have never really appreciated my home the way I truly appreciated it last weekend.

It’s a different kind of feeling when you are back in your town. Sure, it doesn’t belong to me but in some way, undefined; it feels like it is mine and it waits for my return every time.

And the moment I stepped into my house, I caught myself subconsciously telling myself, ‘this must be how heaven would feel like’ and I realized how much I missed it, my home, my town and my beautiful family.

City life. Exciting. Exhilarating. For a few years, maybe. But being caught up in this mad race, all I ever want is to go home.

Not that I can’t be independent. Not that I cannot survive. Not that I’m a cry-baby or a complain box. But things seem to change. Drastically. It’s like sitting in a stationary train and seeing another moving train, thinking I’m moving. At the end of the day, I’ve not reached my destination.

Fun. Ideas of fun. Enjoyment. Ecstasy. Good. But I’m looking for peace. Coming back from work and finding an odd person sitting inside the house, only to find out the person is bunking in for a few days which later stretches for weeks. Messing and sharing the bathroom. Waking up in the middle of the night only to find the person sprawled in the hall, sleeping. Having to live in slight fear every time I step in the house.

And a living arrangement which I don’t fancy but have to in order to survive. All the lies and cover-ups. I’m living out of my principals and I hate it. I hate it!

I feel I have lost love. Out of principal, I feel I am almost losing the game. I’m wearing a double mask. The glue behind it stings.

The only thing I console myself is my job. Work environment. Compared to what I have survived, this is great. That’s the reason I don’t want to leave. Else I’m all packed up and ready to go.

I saw her during the Wesak day/Cittrai Paurnami celebration up north. She somehow reminded me of myself, a long time ago. I used to be like her. Untouched by this madness.

I shouldn’t be complaining. Like when I saw a blind man during my commute today and told myself if he can face the brunt of life, why can’t you? Sure. I can. Comparing myself to others in need, I should just shut up. But sometimes I just want to scream and find a way out of this mess.

I’m worried about people. A single wrong perception, a wrong word and I would find myself trying to swim through a muddy lake.

I miss my family. I don’t want them to be disappointed in me. In my actions. Coz right now, I feel like I have failed them. The feeling stinks.

I’m so worked up, trying to find a solution.

Emotionally, I’m so exhausted right now.

And I miss my mother. Where else can I find a person who constantly nags me for my own good and be the first to massage my head, make hot milo ( and hot Rasam for lunch, later in the day (-; ) and offer a Panadol tablet the very minute I complain of a slight headache?

My eyes are getting misty and I’m writing this from the office. Not good.

I stop here.

Life Without a Net

Life Without A Net

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrggggg!

Such a boring boring day.

And I feel like screaming my lungs out at random.

And I feel like prancing about, hanging from tree to tree like a monkey.

What’s worse that being in prison?

Sitting put in one chair, without anything to do.

Damn!

Got this somewhere....

THE HEARSE SONG

Did you ever think, as a hearse goes by,
That you might be the next to die?
They wrap you up in a big white sheet,
And bury you down about six feet deep

They put you in a big black box,
And cover you up with dirt and rocks,
And all goes well, for about a week,
And then the coffin begins to leak!

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
They eat the jelly between your toes.

A great big worm with rolling eyes,
Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes,
Your stomach turns a slimy green,
And pus pours out like whipping cream.

You spread it on a slice of bread,
And that's what worms eat when you're dead.
They wrap you up in a long white shirt
And cover you up with rocks and dirt

They put you in a long pine box
And cover you over with dirt and rocks
The worms that crawl in are lean and thin
The worms that crawl out are fat and stout

Your eyes fall in and your hair falls out
Your brains come pouring out your snout
They use your bones as telephones
and call you up but you're no longer at home

You turn the color of sickening green
And pus comes out like butter and cream
You wipe it up with a piece of bread
And that's what you eat when you are dead

They eat your eyes, they eat your nose
They eat the jelly between your toes
Your eyes pop out, your teeth decay
and that's the end of a peaceful day

Your stomach turns a mossy green
And pus comes out like fresh whipped cream
You wipe it up with a piece of bread
And that's what you eat when you are dead

Thank you. 2

There were many times in my life when I was bracing myself to face each day, wishing another minute will not appear or for that day not to emerge.

Now I have been reminded that no matter what happens in my life, no matter if desires were not fulfilled, things didn’t not go as planned, I should be thankful that the day came.

I have been given a reason and a million thanks would not be enough.

Thank you.

The skies are blue again.

The flowers are blooming.

The bees are buzzing.

The birds are chirping.

The sun is warm.

The day is bright.

The lips are smiling.

The soft breeze is blowing.

The song is sweet.

The words are promising.

The rain has stopped.

I can’t express myself anymore.

Let’s go.

Let’s dance.

It’s time to be free.

It’s time to rejoice.

It always has been.

It can't get any beautiful than this.

Sting-The Book of My Life

I posted about Sting a long time ago and he still remains my all time favourite singer. I know i have posted this lyric before but i can't help but post it again.

Enjoy reading.

Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm afraid to write

It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals
There's some sorrow in every life

If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won't understand ‘til the end of my days
I'm still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life

There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There's a page where we fail to meet

There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
There's a chapter on god that I don't understand
There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

Now the daylight's returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that's left is you

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

Sting rocks!

Center-fold

Sometimes everything is crystal clear and I feel absolute clarity but there are times when everything is so cloudy that I have to sit back and wait until the dust settles before I proceed.

Today is one of those days when I can’t decide if it is cloudy or sunny or rainy. This is the time when I tell myself I need to run through, come cloud, come sunshine or rain.

Fear is there, absolute. My worldly desire and ego being fulfilled all in one go. I wanted this a long time ago, it’s in my plate now but now I couldn’t find the same desire to lift it to taste. My confidence is being blown all over with all sorts of fulfillment and demands; I’m unable to grasp to find balance. I can’t handle it. I don’t know if I could handle it. There's no familiar face to rely on.

The cloud has settled. Comparisons made and I’m not in the losing end whichever way I measure myself.

I see thunderstorm far in the horizon. Suddenly the grass seems greener in my very own meadow. The moment has arrived and I can’t afford to let it go to waste.

In this trivial pursuit, I cannot let go of my own self.

And life seems brighter when i know; when everything is like a swivel of the hurricane, i still have something that rightfully belong to me and me alone and that which i could rely on and that which could never be taken away from me.

Moments like this, my heart is filled with gratitude even when it's hailing outside...

Isle

It’s quiet and serene. And in it I grow.

Bright and blue, yellow and sunny, today feels so beautiful, I'm so full of gratitude.