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My Place of ZeN & PeAce ... -[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-22697192290669572892013-05-11T01:31:00.001-07:002013-05-11T06:32:14.668-07:00Casanova<span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">It's been more than a year since I wrote here, things had been good, things have been bad. Many things happened. I left Standard Chartered Singapore on a high for American Express Malaysia, and I'm about to leave Malaysia for New Zealand and United States as my final stop in roughly 30 days time. I must say, I've strike big in my career so far to alleviate my family which went bankrupt 5 years ago from poverty. However, the same cannot be said to my relationship journey.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">In Singapore, I met this girl. She's my close friend who I've known for more than 10 years. She got herself a job in Singapore and we started meeting up often for more than a year. The outings were not official dates though, but I enjoyed her accompany a lot and we shared many moments together. We depended on each other and motivated one another all the time. The moment she calls, I'll be there for her.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Since my family's business went bust, I've never set my sight on any women apart from graduating from my studies and rocket sky high in my career to make up for the mess that my dad convened. Now that I'm leaving, and I have too much to tell. I never thought about a possible relationship much until I left Singapore 7 months ago. I'm afraid I might regret for being cockless. Still, I'm not sure how she feels about me. Maybe a decade's friendship with her blurred the vision and my judgement about her feelings.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I don't know, perhaps I should say something important to her before I go, maybe not. Current predicament? Total disaster, as I've been swayed away from my focus on what I originally set for myself. For what I know is, I cannot give her what other men have to offer; romance and security. I'm the lone ranger who everyone deems me to be. No doubt, she deserves hundred times better than what I have and who I am. I want the best for her, nothing else.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">This is crazy, I know I'm in love. My self confidence is at an all time low. I'm trying my best not to text or call her to drive away this feeling. It just gets worse and suck big time. Well, by default I know what I have to say before I leave. I'll be away for maybe 6 months, 1 year or 2 years, I don't know. Somehow, I hope I'll be given a chance someday when I do really return to settle down for a stable life.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">You know what? Casanova's life had been so colorful with his documentary of his Grande Tour in Europe as a bachelor seeking a fortune on the continent. But the truth is, it's God darn difficult to be as cool as he was, because I'm living Casanova.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">In a nutshell, I hope after confiding my feelings here, I'll grow a new pair of balls to produce more testosterone in me, and hopefully I don't rot alone and die like Casanova did.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">End.</span>[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-55604104986121065242011-01-12T09:16:00.000-08:002011-01-12T09:41:56.642-08:00Overestimation<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdtU0Z65JOUxViRQDLHCV2ABNFPAfSc99RL47MV0r5SWraH0AZm6Gbh1Yjrp05C58Cm702UJUK3igeQV3KUr_o9BSF0oPbuGs1Ws82iNjP_oHH5gKl7tGUzgp231Te9Jvy7pwPRErFBas/s1600/Facebook-icon.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdtU0Z65JOUxViRQDLHCV2ABNFPAfSc99RL47MV0r5SWraH0AZm6Gbh1Yjrp05C58Cm702UJUK3igeQV3KUr_o9BSF0oPbuGs1Ws82iNjP_oHH5gKl7tGUzgp231Te9Jvy7pwPRErFBas/s320/Facebook-icon.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561354722227960338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Facebook</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ok, I thought I knew this good friend of mine well. Perhaps, I was wrong. Here goes the story. He logged into his facebook account with my laptop. He left for school without logging out soon after. So, I posted some silly stuffs with his facebook profile. Subsequently, he got so pissed off. Alright, I was wrong. I used to have a bunch of friends who did this sort of stuff to each other. But the same joke can't really gel well with everyone. Typically to this good friend of mine. No doubt, this good friend of mine didn't really sit well with the silly jokes. Invading his privacy was his point. Well, he was right. Maybe being childish at the age of 22 makes people feels sick though. I overestimated his tolerance over jokes and silly acts. I shall be more cautious than ever in the future. Some people really have no tolerance over silly acts involving image rights. Lesson to learn here, different people, different social circle, different set of communication protocols. Anyway, I still love him. After all, we saved each other's asses from death in Sungai Pahang some time ago.<br /><br />Conclusion, I was wrong, my bad.<br /></div>[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-1302506304291056382010-11-22T05:02:00.000-08:002013-05-11T03:43:45.356-07:00Nilco Syrup<div style="text-align: center;">
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Lately,<br />
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Health has never been good.<br />
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It's week 6 of school now,<br />
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and I haven't really enjoyed a good game of football.<br />
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The body's rusty.<br />
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Medicines and rests may be the alternative solutions,<br />
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but for how long this deterioration would last?<br />
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These drugs,<br />
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I love them so much.<br />
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They make me feel high,<br />
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feel numb,<br />
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feel sleepy.<br />
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The cost?<br />
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I'm so vulnerable to these negative repercussions.<br />
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They're the catalyst of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">jiwang</span> stature now ...<br />
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The onus of responsibility lies in me.<br />
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Very often,<br />
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I misuse <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Nilco</span> syrup,<br />
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as a method to fall asleep.<br />
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Under various circumstances,<br />
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I'm deprived of my good night's sleep,<br />
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for a consecutive run of 6 week .....<br />
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I want my life back ...</div>
[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-18773759938379006512010-10-29T10:08:00.001-07:002013-05-11T06:40:07.884-07:00Total Failure<div style="text-align: center;">
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<strong><u>Failure</u></strong><br />
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I'm tired and exhausted. It has been six months since I received my pocket money from my parents. When I asked, they refrained. I attempted the same question multiple times, but to no avail. In every sense as a student, I shall be provided the money. That's my right. I didn't mind for the fact that I wasn't paid for the first 5 months as I was doing my industrial training, generating sufficient money to pay for my rents, school fees, and pocket money. Surprisingly, I contributed the family a few thousand bucks as well. So, now I'm on my course for the final days in month six, and I was told that financially, they're not able to provide me the money for food. This is bad .real bad.<br />
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At times, I'm selfish. My dad is a bankrupt, my mum is the sole-breadwinner of my family. I felt sorry, but I felt worse for myself. I didn't have a choice. I didn't ask to be born into this family. Perhaps, I did something awfully wrong in my past life. Or else, I don't deserve this. Knowing the fact that the current predicament of my family has been a long drawn affair for years, I chose not to understand their difficulties occasionally. I love my family, and I know they love me as well. But the love is often obstructed by money matter, causing inferno and catastrophe in the house from time to time. The love is there, but I just can't feel it anymore.<br />
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From the common point of view of the society, I may be deemed as the wrong party, being ignorant and stubborn. A grown up boy who doesn't understand life, what's the worth of me living in this world? From my point of view, the family is a total failure, spiritually and financially For the first time, I feel so unsecured. I worked as a contract staff in a bank for five month, but they assumed five years. Worst of all, they expect me to have saved sufficient bucks to start school. Mistakenly, they perceived me for overspending on unnecessary luxuries in life. But even so, wasn't I entitled to do so in order to compensate myself after a lengthy spell in the bank? They should count themselves lucky as I lightened up their burden by not asking money from them. But think of it, I'm only a student who works contract and give his parents the money he earns every month. So how on Earth is he going to have the quids to start school? This makes feel so tired to shoulder the burden of their dependency on me.<br />
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They might have did their best, but their best was just not good enough. I did my best, but my best was just not good enough either. I understand, but I choose not to understand. The same goes to them as well. My advice is, please make sure you have the money before you get married and have children. Your child doesn't deserve this, he/she doesn't have a choice, but you DO. Most importantly, you must be financially healthy and maintaining it for the rest of your life is a mandatory requirement. I have my rights as a student. I will do everything possible within my capability to resolve this in the very near future.<br />
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But for now, there's only a phrase to describe my family - Total Failure.</div>
[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-12942612866109999062010-10-23T02:46:00.000-07:002010-10-23T03:27:32.499-07:00Smile<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9v3KQQbecLIT7slBHzwrEWx7evimT3VzLTEltwADSPpP-bKzan0T51uYA1FLBaLZJ0bE7gFucs76CXB-RMiGRIHTYcTl_mJXfWmeHo47XlFeFlXmxa_YcQHfkm5Vx_Fhw7gbV7c2izi8/s1600/smile.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9v3KQQbecLIT7slBHzwrEWx7evimT3VzLTEltwADSPpP-bKzan0T51uYA1FLBaLZJ0bE7gFucs76CXB-RMiGRIHTYcTl_mJXfWmeHo47XlFeFlXmxa_YcQHfkm5Vx_Fhw7gbV7c2izi8/s320/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531184349870292450" border="0" /></a><strong><u>Wonder Smile</u></strong><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In a gloomy afternoon,<br /><br />I sat myself in a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">kopitiam</span>.<br /><br />From a distance,<br /><br />I saw an angel,<br /><br />she smiled at me ....<br /><br />and she was with another man.<br /><br />Most of all,<br /><br />she's beautiful ...<br /><br />She caught my eyes,<br /><br />her smile was sweet.<br /><br />I only dared to have a glimpse at her,<br /><br />and I braved myself for the next 5 minutes.<br /><br />My balls were cold.<br /><br />Adrenaline level was all time high.<br /><br />Never ever before,<br /><br />I felt so appreciated,<br /><br />appreciated with a simple smile.<br /><br />As far as I'm concerned,<br /><br />I'm passive and pessimistic.<br /><br />Low self esteem, low confidence in myself.<br /><br />She triggered the switch in me,<br /><br />and sparked me up.<br /><br />The moment lasted for a few minutes,<br /><br />and I don't think I'll see her again.<br /><br />I'm glad to have shared the moment with her,<br /><br />moments which may have last for some time.<br /><br />No one has ever take an initiative to smile at me,<br /><br />as for a dumb boy like me, I tried multiple times but to no avail.<br /><br />Perhaps women of my age are filled with egoism,<br /><br />you can only expect a first smile from them,<br /><br />given that you're rich or handsome.<br /><br />This time around,<br /><br />I really felt appreciated as a human.<br /><br />Such wonder a simple smile can do to us,<br /><br />what it can do to me ...<br /><br />A smile,<br /><br />totally magic !<br /></div>[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-57424896668469060352010-08-31T18:46:00.000-07:002013-05-11T06:45:25.845-07:00Teenagers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi35rooU3arSpQjkIa2qY1juba_J-CZi7S62qKn0bEikHyofyo933wyPDYX4OzCoNfLs-mV_VT2rk4juEeNWpHoGia1kiN5etRRKHTHkFo10B5wk2Z4Iv2cYa_VOXFOS0LL_j-_iJ6blh0/s1600/merdeka.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511755803945989410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi35rooU3arSpQjkIa2qY1juba_J-CZi7S62qKn0bEikHyofyo933wyPDYX4OzCoNfLs-mV_VT2rk4juEeNWpHoGia1kiN5etRRKHTHkFo10B5wk2Z4Iv2cYa_VOXFOS0LL_j-_iJ6blh0/s320/merdeka.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 284px;" /></a><br />
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<strong><u>Tunku Abdul Rahman - 31st Aug 1957</u></strong></div>
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First of all, Merdeka! Well, the nation must be busy celebrating countdowns and travelling to countdown hot spots as the highway tolls were free of charge! Anyway, some were truly patriotic. However, my observation told me that the majority of them are just joining the fun for nothing.</div>
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Youngsters these days don't really know the true meaning of independence day though. My brother was one of them. Before the eve, he went to Genting Highland for a countdown session with his bunch of friends. While I was fetching him, Hitz.fm happened to air the tune of "Tanggal 31" which is one of our many Independence theme song. Within a fraction of a second, he tuned to Fly.fm as he felt sick listening to it. So, wow ..... countdown huh? What a "patriotic" fella. In fact, I was told to stop by 7-Eleven so that he could get a carton of Carlsberg as beers which are sold at the peak of Genting Highland are rather pricey.</div>
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Judging from the phenomenon above, I can't help but feel that these youngsters classified independence day as a reason to have some fun as parents would subsequently grant them freedom which they desire so desperately. As for me, I took time out for a futsal session with my friends. Perhaps, I guess I'm too old for these kinda hassles and tussles of countdown stuffs.</div>
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Sheer patriotism among teenagers? From my point of view, it has been fading since the generation before mine. Not only independence day, but any other public occasion would be a reason to con parents for freedom. In other words, youngsters are only interested in alcohol, tobacco and ego nowadays.</div>
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Long way to go, Malaysia. For the time being, I shall pause. Thus once again, Happy 53rd birthday Malaysia,</div>
[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-226893735655979272010-08-09T17:03:00.000-07:002013-05-11T06:46:48.689-07:00Internship<div align="center">
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Time flies. My industrial training will come to an end in a month's time. No doubt, I've learnt quite a number of lessons in my workplace. Apparently, I was summoned by my boss for a short meeting. Guess what, it turned out to be weakness pin-pointing session. He was smart by starting out with my strengths, but later lambasted my weaknesses in a terribly nice and wise way. The nouns and verbs he used were absolutely metophor.</div>
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The meeting lasted for about half an hour, of which the conversation was dominated by him. I was quite disappointed with the feedback as I was branded "the solo player", I don't play as a team, I play for myself, I work for myself. In other words, I work for myself instead of working and benefiting the organization as a whole. I put too much importance to only myself. I was such a bastard. My performance was top notch, but I sacrificed others.</div>
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I'm an avid football fan, a footballer for a club in my university, and of course, I have a football mentality. I applied the value which I've managed to harvest from the football field to school activities, but it was a shame that I didn't really manage to do that quite well in a working environment. Perhaps, there are too much at stake.</div>
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A lesson to learn, do not do things for your own benefit. Benefit the stakeholders as a whole, because everyone has a stake in a team. Star players don't win us game, only teams do.</div>
[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-661368379179201912010-07-26T17:38:00.000-07:002010-07-26T18:05:32.882-07:00Politic Football<div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKLKJVuSApNTJjwYJr90U9Y2GNBvN8ieghEQmxIxLM6RiJcjUfms1r62PxkYuJCE9GyQ4HuNTqPAc5PxUsR2ArrWsSTrr-dV7gwS11tRZVPEtdl_fxBgVuXnc3qBxmTjUJ3mWk7ruqx2k/s1600/Man+Utd+Kit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498384772542098722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKLKJVuSApNTJjwYJr90U9Y2GNBvN8ieghEQmxIxLM6RiJcjUfms1r62PxkYuJCE9GyQ4HuNTqPAc5PxUsR2ArrWsSTrr-dV7gwS11tRZVPEtdl_fxBgVuXnc3qBxmTjUJ3mWk7ruqx2k/s320/Man+Utd+Kit.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><u>Football Jersey Disputes</u></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="justify">"JOHOR BARU: Muslims should know what to wear and what not to, Johor Mufti Datuk Tahrir Shamsuddin said.</div><div align="justify"><br />He said a Muslim should not put on shirts or jerseys that had images of satan, alcohol and crests of other religions.</div><div align="justify"><br />He said there was no need for a fatwa on the issue as “Muslims should know their boundaries”.<br />Tahrir was commenting on the controversy involving the Manchester United jersey, with <strong><em>several prominent Islamic scholars urging Muslims not to don the Premier League club’s jersey because the emblem features a devil</em></strong>.</div><div align="justify"><br />“<strong><em>If Muslims want to show their support for their favourite teams, they should find a better way instead of wearing such a jersey</em></strong>,” he said.</div><div align="justify"><br />Perak Mufti Tan Sri Harussani Zakaria had said on Friday that <strong><em>jerseys with devils, crosses or skulls promoted the wrong values for Muslims</em></strong> but that did not mean they should be banned.</div><div align="justify"><br /><strong><em>Apart from United, who are also known as The Red Devils, other football teams whose crests carry images deemed unIslamic like the cross are <span style="color:#ff0000;">Brazil, Portugal, Serbia, Barcelona and Norway</span></em></strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><br />A Malay daily recently quoted Johor Religious Council adviser Datuk Nooh Gadot as saying that <strong><em>wearing</em> such jerseys were forbidden in Islam</strong>."</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /><strong><em>My view:</em></strong> Referring to comments made above, it's totally rubbish, ridiculous and ostentatious. These muftis are just too arrogant. Majority of my Muslim friends are fans of teams which are included above, typically Manchester United. Such unpleasant news might stir uneasiness not only nationwide, but worldwide. If Muslims can't even support Manchester United or Barcelona, the day for Muslims to play for the teams shall never come. Is that what the FAM want? Football is football. Politics shall not plague the world of football.<br /><br /><br />Source: <a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/7/25/nation/6732587&sec=nation"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><em>Muslims should know what they wear</em></strong></span></a> </div>[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-19116460438869479882010-06-20T07:31:00.000-07:002013-05-11T06:55:05.982-07:00My First Date<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzG-yWAIORHZ6Gsh-DGJ1qfpGjsjD8KUxBUdiEVLC001oqfZ5cpbkZHr3PLQBWTfEez2Oi8zmWWWBhVGk4SjrDVZzhHK2Mxwe5ImzhOaYBIPfA-4h6KCR2vgeUGNw72GMiHNyqzNv332g/s1600/f430+(2).jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484867668236505042" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzG-yWAIORHZ6Gsh-DGJ1qfpGjsjD8KUxBUdiEVLC001oqfZ5cpbkZHr3PLQBWTfEez2Oi8zmWWWBhVGk4SjrDVZzhHK2Mxwe5ImzhOaYBIPfA-4h6KCR2vgeUGNw72GMiHNyqzNv332g/s320/f430+(2).jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
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<strong>JUNE 21st, 1.30am</strong> - That was my first day, on a a date with my dream supercar, and guess what? Unbelievably, in a Ferrari F430 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Spyder</span>! Fortunately, a friend of mine managed to borrow the prancing horse from his brother and gave my friends and I a very exciting experience. I was amused with the beauty of the particular Italian breed. The speed and sound of that V8 engine behind me is totally astonishing. The ride was totally 99.999% roller coaster. Travelling at a speed in excess of 200km/h with the top down was another crazy moment. A mesmerizing performance coupled with a stylish look really drives me insane. By just gazing at it, I fell in love more and more than ever before.</div>
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Well, I hope one day, I can own this Prancing Horse as well. Every sweat and effort is worth it if it's what it takes to own the Italian <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">supercar</span>. I can't say it's an every man's dream. But for me between woman and machine, I'll take that latter. It's ok to envy and If only I have one to play with. Resolution for this 20 years to come, a Rosso Corsa Scuderia definitely.</div>
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[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-14725915628759150302010-05-28T00:38:00.000-07:002013-05-11T06:58:06.580-07:00Reason<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUtM6YY9Pv-DdR_leFjkzcfFc-O2ehb2g2K15G_SQBbFI1tiJZMSYEIJNutGgPGAGWskTIBNVzOgvILTCMBE7B-uOeR88Q8VOwHs2ounfk2JRTU8WeZZT2SrmADpDEuP7Q7auXq2yB7G8/s1600/oh-no-reason.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476227531745930994" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUtM6YY9Pv-DdR_leFjkzcfFc-O2ehb2g2K15G_SQBbFI1tiJZMSYEIJNutGgPGAGWskTIBNVzOgvILTCMBE7B-uOeR88Q8VOwHs2ounfk2JRTU8WeZZT2SrmADpDEuP7Q7auXq2yB7G8/s320/oh-no-reason.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
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For everything we do on Earth, there must be a reason. Even if we do something for fun, that fun is already a reason. Recently, I felt really fed up with people's ignorant behavior. I came across with some scenarios of which I was questioned for something. But when I started to explain, the most probable answer that I would get is <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Please Don't Give Me Excuses"</span> or <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"I'm Sick of Your Excuses"</span>. What the fuck??? Oh c'mon, I was taught to think logically as a child, and thinking rationally translates into learning to reason. Reasoning is always a rational motive for a belief or action.<br />
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In this case, when I was denied the chance to explain the cause of that particular phenomenon, why bother questioning me? From what I know, reasoning is a state of having good sense and judgments on matters surrounding us. Without the word "reason", humans can't really expect themselves to live by the luxuries of technology defined by science nowadays. Matters must be justified by reasons similar to science which is defined by theories, formulas and equations.<br />
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Hence, if you're questioning me and deny me the right to explain, you should finger yourself upside down because that sounds more like an accusation than giving me a chance to reason. Even criminals do have a chance to reason in court.In every sense, I believe our lives are worth much more than those criminals. So, think twice before you question. <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />DON'T ASK IF YOU DON'T WANNA KNOW!</span> </div>
[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-60528681700851063092010-04-11T22:34:00.000-07:002010-04-12T14:30:24.342-07:00Public Transport<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfqKtakaQJ6BUn7A6Aq_8fw0jXCWwhO_pp7rZHNTpFcGWZ568ocC-lK6eEV6tD8sLUQ3FYWPekuI5D4pSJcwZS88WGPOK_XfH0WqMAG3NK2E9Fc8kjyF6i80a5y1b4m-8uOyw9LEUy1bE/s1600/proton-taxis-teksi-ngv.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459366153142996226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfqKtakaQJ6BUn7A6Aq_8fw0jXCWwhO_pp7rZHNTpFcGWZ568ocC-lK6eEV6tD8sLUQ3FYWPekuI5D4pSJcwZS88WGPOK_XfH0WqMAG3NK2E9Fc8kjyF6i80a5y1b4m-8uOyw9LEUy1bE/s320/proton-taxis-teksi-ngv.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhod27rf7M9ZBUCCXA6ay9HRF_PA7gQ9-XzcvKaNun-ba5Z55hdGA6DkRby7iv8hNR1V3Dza8-KQHtnQHYb9hr-jMa2krmJsPJ_qxdJXNOYDe_smzkwtbHgnas-kP183FDYkY-YUWKDIoc/s1600/KTMB_EMU13.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459366077908885634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhod27rf7M9ZBUCCXA6ay9HRF_PA7gQ9-XzcvKaNun-ba5Z55hdGA6DkRby7iv8hNR1V3Dza8-KQHtnQHYb9hr-jMa2krmJsPJ_qxdJXNOYDe_smzkwtbHgnas-kP183FDYkY-YUWKDIoc/s320/KTMB_EMU13.jpg" /></a><strong><u> Malaysia's Public Transportation System</u></strong><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Vm627e_4PVOvRCU5FIAIRu0wnq916ut_FmRK7GgVaFp972JP2gj28NDVUEWeOyU4rSzkCjalyo8tEPWi0-pH0aOPZGEYng9BOEOOzBUbiUza1e69T3uGa-a5HcbmF3nFQqkYtnTeIjs/s1600/KTMB_EMU13.jpg"></a>Buses are as slow as tortoises,</div><br /><div align="center">Taxis are real extortionists,</div><div align="center"><br />Trains (KTM) are often late and and full,</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Can't there be anymore upgrades and enhancements in these aspects?</div><br /><div align="center">Malaysia's public transporatation system is a real pain in the ass !</div></div>[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-31357349598720954092010-03-22T21:58:00.000-07:002010-03-29T13:06:01.024-07:00Responsibilities<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_xnqjLx3xqHSlRcBMsy9z1k-QoAIVrpIuOQH4GmvC7lW2uZTOEIsrWQ7hcVEiM02zn67UfMaGhWNFhnKKwuzu79cBYl4_n6VfhcB-6-uv0UWc_gsKwPybks7Fu0woAWLn698e7b2922c/s1600-h/bgf_logo.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451702987968132066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_xnqjLx3xqHSlRcBMsy9z1k-QoAIVrpIuOQH4GmvC7lW2uZTOEIsrWQ7hcVEiM02zn67UfMaGhWNFhnKKwuzu79cBYl4_n6VfhcB-6-uv0UWc_gsKwPybks7Fu0woAWLn698e7b2922c/s320/bgf_logo.gif" /></a><br /><div align="justify">For the first time, I screwed up my presentation in school. I didn't prepare well due to a severe fever which have lasted for 5 days. At first, I thought I could still give it a shot since I'm only given 5 minutes to talk. But as soon as I step onto the stage, I realised I brought the unedited slides. At that moment, I was forced to go on with the slides of wrong information. After a while, I lost the plot totally. My voice was soft. I didn't know what I was mumbling on the stage. I was numb. Eventually, I passed out. My <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">group mates</span> trusted me the most as I've done plenty of presentation of minimal flaws. It was my bad though as I never really gave my 100% in everything ... They might have forgiven me, but I just can't forgive myself for that donkey show. Neither I blamed my haywire health condition nor explained to anyone as there were signs of carelessness and clumsiness in within.</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I've certainly forgotten what commitments and responsibilities are all about. This is the first time, but it'll be my last time. I will return stronger and vow not to disappoint people who believe in me again. And if I do, I'll suicide, I mean it. There must be no more room for error like this anymore, I swear ! </div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Now, I finally understand, with great power, comes with great responsibility.</div>[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-85928210781071801862010-03-07T13:34:00.000-08:002010-03-07T14:00:04.443-08:00Make Time<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXsIHnqB92VpmFPfvmaprnpoCxiOgv3s0TZGTAoNZ2zCZG-ri1Vpku-ejKwsqXwwr9T0p97s6XxJ4sw5xfIPe_tsLGZRSCd67GUpYoAjuVkQ9PaPM53rcaHx3ZxhggmtyEFITHmIyIHmw/s1600-h/coffin.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446013528325078866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXsIHnqB92VpmFPfvmaprnpoCxiOgv3s0TZGTAoNZ2zCZG-ri1Vpku-ejKwsqXwwr9T0p97s6XxJ4sw5xfIPe_tsLGZRSCd67GUpYoAjuVkQ9PaPM53rcaHx3ZxhggmtyEFITHmIyIHmw/s320/coffin.jpg" /></a><strong><u>Comfort Death</u></strong> </div><p align="justify">The night is still young, that's my life. Whether it's a night's out in clubs or revision for my exams, I just don't feel like sleeping. At 12am, there's still some 7 hours before the sun finally comes out. So, the night's young. Then, at 5am, there's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">still</span> a long way to go before the sunset. In this case, the day's still young. The bad thing is, I tend to have the sense of feeling that sleeping is a guilt for not completing my unfinished tasks.<br /><br />I often tell people that there's no such thing as "not enough time". We're given 24 hours a day in our lives. And if people still think that there are insufficient time to complete what they have to complete, then they should make time for it. As simple as it sounds, making time by not sleeping or sleep less is the best alternative. No doubt, I would die faster due to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">accumulated</span> fatigues. But that's what it takes. I always hope that I would die in my sleeps as I don't have to go through all the pain.<br /><br />Think twice, isn't it nice to die in your sleeps? If you want a same finale like mine, let's sleep less and do more. It's an honour to die in comfort ~ </p>[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-9286933259069338632010-02-20T22:58:00.000-08:002010-02-20T23:30:34.959-08:00Tiger Woo Hoo<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lxqqACFHFSsFxl5BEuaLjV7clKKWMIUlrrPit3jaG9xLuAIKVagvo58yxik19N4wXSI_vTGAKYudZMWD7kImbqeravdvWolUq2GkyfPBnsVwQpXi2u3TvjXp5dp8CK8uIANkbOApr0Y/s1600-h/tiger.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lxqqACFHFSsFxl5BEuaLjV7clKKWMIUlrrPit3jaG9xLuAIKVagvo58yxik19N4wXSI_vTGAKYudZMWD7kImbqeravdvWolUq2GkyfPBnsVwQpXi2u3TvjXp5dp8CK8uIANkbOApr0Y/s320/tiger.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440594571504487074" border="0" /></a><strong><u><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ROOAARRR</span> !!!</u></strong><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tiger Woo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hoo</span>? Not really. Drought season, scorching sun, hot weather, rising temperature and water shortages; this is the worst ever Chinese New Year I've endured. In other words, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tahun</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Baru</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Cina</span> Yang <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Terlampau</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Bodoh</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">dan</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Bosan</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Lagi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">PANAS</span>. Certainly, 2010 is not my year. I'm a realistic guy, even the sum of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">my angpao</span> shrunk ! To add insult to injury, I lost a few quids to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Genting</span> casino as well. Indeed, I lost because I was optimistic, and of course, egoism. Regrettably, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Genting</span> trip cost me a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Tissot</span>, and it started off with a RM100 jockey parking fee due to parking shortage. So if you want success in life, being hopeful and optimistic are not the way. No doubt, my rampant libido did me no good and I suffered quite a heavy blow from it. In a poker game, one must be selective and aggressive as well as realistic. One must not hope, as we can only hope to kill the hopeful ones. Be it a game of cards or your daily undertakings, don't ever hope. Realistic is the word. Therefore, be realistic. Year 2010 is the year of tiger. Hence, be careful and don't get bitten by it. Last but not least, Happy Chinese New Year ~ <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">ROOARRR</span> !<br /></div>[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-9552148556902294522010-01-12T04:35:00.001-08:002010-01-12T05:34:52.856-08:00Definition of "Allah"<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd13La6FDg5hSXkZjbsqsFYITVe4Zvwy12tZBNfrdO4reIW4AQsawPEQ5kV9shH-XzsvQ8kVpL_1M7qyGuml1yBMJBlCjdYeS4VLvMTdJXRGz1C7IdTyTA-3m6YRmOS6RuCQxPICf8FL0/s1600-h/Language+For+All.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425843476727670450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd13La6FDg5hSXkZjbsqsFYITVe4Zvwy12tZBNfrdO4reIW4AQsawPEQ5kV9shH-XzsvQ8kVpL_1M7qyGuml1yBMJBlCjdYeS4VLvMTdJXRGz1C7IdTyTA-3m6YRmOS6RuCQxPICf8FL0/s320/Language+For+All.gif" /></a> <strong><u>Language for All</u></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><u></u></strong><br /><div align="justify">Apparently, the latest conflict in my country, Malaysia is the usage of the term "Allah". Of course, churches have been attacked with some Molotov cocktails by some anonymous culprits. People especially conservative Muslims have been dwelling on this matter as the term is deemed to be exclusive only for the Muslims. So, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ahh</span> ... this is the latest dispute in my homeland which will most probably drive tourists and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">FDI's</span> away.</div><br /><div align="justify">As far as I'm concerned, "Allah" is the standard Arabic word for "God". It is widely used by Arabic-speakers of all <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abrahamic</span> faiths which includes Christians and Jews in reference to "God". On top of that, the Christian Arabs of today have no other words to refer to "God" other than "Allah". The same thing applies to other races. A portion Christian Chinese refers to "God" in their own language, Mandarin as : (神; pinyin: <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">shén</span>). In other words, it is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pronounced</span> as "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">shen</span>". Therefore, is the word "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">shen</span>" exclusive to the Chinese only? Be it "Allah" or "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Shen</span>", both of these words have the same meaning. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">After all</span>, it's only a noun. If the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">vermins</span> who attacked the churches wanted so much exclusivity for the word, why not give a special name to the God? They must distinguish "Kata <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nama</span> & Kata <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nama</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Khas</span>" very well. Well, unless education is what these poor chaps are lack of.</div><br /><div align="justify">There's no way that we can deny the rights of others to use a secondary language. What's next then? Forbidden students from using English as it is not the national language? For so many years, many non-Muslim Malaysians have been saying "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Allar</span>, why this ...... ; Allah why that ...." and so on. Hence, it's totally a waste of time to have a court ruling as it's only an Arabic word. Worst of all, i repeat, it's only a NOUN a.k.a KATA <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">NAMA</span> in Arabic term. I don't care who's behind those dirty attacks, be it political or religious party, we learn KATA <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">NAMA</span> in Primary ONE, ya know?</div><br /><div align="justify">Last but not least, I hope this crap can be resolved as soon as possible. No doubt, I'm worried I might get jailed for writing this as the Internal Security Act in Malaysia often arrest <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">civilians</span> for some super absurd and ostentatious reasons. Anyway, it's freedom of speech, and I'm going to utilize this to the fullest. For further information, please kindly refer to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allah"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wikipedia</span></a>.</div><br /><div align="justify">END</div></div>[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-35801358652075621722009-10-30T01:52:00.000-07:002009-10-30T02:38:41.892-07:00Hyper Drift<p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwaIyp8VRCUcvm616ZomVbZFwIL74gKcA83xlxXkmQ8RoQIr496NBwxMfvNvJpWlnV9PrWCzScEYG4jaIvQSQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center"><u><strong>Hyper Drift</strong></u></p><p align="justify">Interesting, this is not Tokyo Drift where every imperfect drift scenes are edited or stripped off the movie. There are no cuts and retakes as well. This is for real, no joke. Apparently, I did manage to cull this video from YouTube. It's a 590<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bhp</span> Nissan 240 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">SX</span> which does a ninja-like drift with the rear of the car gliding <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">astonishingly</span> backwards. Fabulous and world class. This hyper drift is a must watch --- I'm optimistic, it's the finest drift ever. </p>[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-11187446066755796292009-10-23T11:23:00.001-07:002009-10-25T22:50:21.901-07:00LONGHORNS --- ! ! !<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirAE_X0HZw3zY2uEMgJMYiRx37nl8JMM-XvRA3Fy4x_1WF1ZVEYk5Z6p_eXluZ5VVo9Vhf7BB4KPNt5gz227TH3iwvNMEJRlmnCzEy-BXwxUz5pqKT3dCOXe2RLIFsHNywN_q9CFo575s/s1600-h/LONGHORNS+%21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirAE_X0HZw3zY2uEMgJMYiRx37nl8JMM-XvRA3Fy4x_1WF1ZVEYk5Z6p_eXluZ5VVo9Vhf7BB4KPNt5gz227TH3iwvNMEJRlmnCzEy-BXwxUz5pqKT3dCOXe2RLIFsHNywN_q9CFo575s/s320/LONGHORNS+%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395873040680003042" border="0" /></a><strong><u>LONGHORNS --- !!! ROARRR ~ !</u></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bonjour</span> ~ ! It's been a month since the blog was updated, so here are some latest update. Apparently, I went to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Taman</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Negara</span> with my friends, knowing nothing about the adventure which lies ahead. But indeed, the trip turned out to be adventurous. This is due to the fact that I was nearly washed away along with my buddies by the sudden strong river stream. It doesn't sound cool here.... but the whole process was utterly exciting. It was a moment between life and death, and it was a moment where I know that our friendships were tested to the boundaries. Yet, we never cared for our lives and saved each other asses. Precisely, there were only 4 of us, and I'm grateful that I didn't die miserably in that river. Thank God, no one in this world would want to die by being flushed away by a river, isn't it ? In a fraction of a second, we spotted a gigantic rock. We held each other and swam desperately towards it. Fortunately though, we made it through unscathed. In this kind of decisive moment, only real friends will lend each other a helping hand, and it's the most valuable experience to date in my life. From then on, I believe that true friends, in no matter how the circumstances are, will never ever leave us behind. Believe me, it's damn damnnn true.<br /><br />So, the trip above covers some of the first half of my holiday. I will be attending the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Akon</span> concert tomorrow. So let's hope that it's going to be a thrilling one. To my weirdo buddies who were there in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Taman</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Negara</span>, all hail the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">LONGHORNSSSSS</span> ~ !!! It was a sweet victory against the forces of Mother Nature, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">wooo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">hooo</span> !!!</div>[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-75515656358590572182009-09-22T20:05:00.000-07:002009-10-02T23:00:18.140-07:00Spidey's Cousin<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsJy-V3yt7hqVo9rmM948TfboUIG7eVX9gabnuJ82hBfRriF2jJmfR6eEGFDyGSMEZcb-6l9EktIqx_j5Iu6Hr8aVdA_vZDXlcIaMaBhbKPxfEtg3jMQqlHYhqp1Y7pdLtULNO1EqCQcw/s1600-h/Spidey.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384493936184766546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsJy-V3yt7hqVo9rmM948TfboUIG7eVX9gabnuJ82hBfRriF2jJmfR6eEGFDyGSMEZcb-6l9EktIqx_j5Iu6Hr8aVdA_vZDXlcIaMaBhbKPxfEtg3jMQqlHYhqp1Y7pdLtULNO1EqCQcw/s320/Spidey.jpg" border="0" /></a><u><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Spidey's</span> Cousin ??</strong></u> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I pledged not to blog for a few weeks, but this is irresistible. Look at what I found from the Internet. Its Spider-Man's cousin a.k.a the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Agamas</span> Lizard. The striking color of its body is bizarre and fascinating. For your information, this exotic lizard is the latest exotic pet craze. Too bad, it doesn't throw webs at others, but it can still walk on hind legs and scale vertical walls like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Spidey</span>. With the color which resembles so much of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Spidey</span>, it's no wonder that this chap wants to join the legion of the Super-Pets.<br /><br />I managed to find quite a number of weird looking animals, but only the color <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Agamas</span> lizard convinced me at the first sight. The nature of the unique color is simply fascinating, and others are just simply weirdos.<br /><br />Oh, just a reminder the Lizard is to be referred as "super-pet". Don't be mistaken and call it a weirdo. Finally, please do enjoy the picture --- this guy won't bite. </div></div></div>[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-39470073511740167452009-08-24T11:46:00.000-07:002009-09-22T20:44:05.976-07:00Where's My Love ?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373607198871303442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 299px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu-wGO3UVVhQC8CSPtEU5tTq_pIXOx6DW1CbhLbSzwRQRZnV5ONOH_22honC9e3m2zPHshUUWGfGSqn2gC0M33217wXDR5-WD9PDFEBL9J2_Z7zj4vw3i_bAgbJZUlz0Q6qTrie83MKik/s320/Colonel+Sanders.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error">KFC</span> a.k.a Kentucky Fried Chicken is one of the famous brands I admire the most out there. I'm a life long fan of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">KFC</span>, but I can only achieve that if I do something about it before it's too late. I used to love <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">KFC</span>, and I still love so. There aren't any real substitutes out there which can compete with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">KFC</span>. Today, I went to one of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">KFC</span> outlets in Malacca for dinner. Out of a sudden, I discovered that the graph of my appetite and love towards the meal plunged down to the bottom of my heart. What has happened? I loved <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">KFC</span>, didn't I? </div><br /><div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">YUCK ! I felt that the meal was so disgusted as if I was chewing a pile of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">garbage</span>. Nothing went wrong with the taste, but something went wrong with my mind. My tougue got quite picky nowadays. I'm sorry, Colonel Sanders.... I'm really sorry for turning my back at you out of no reason. In order to preserve my love for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">KFC</span>, I guess that setting up a monthly or yearly quota should be the best solution. For now, I'll just have to settle with McDonald's Chicken <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">McDeluxe</span>.<br /></div><br />Where's the love? Where's MY love ??? </div><div> </div><div>My apologise, Colonel Sanders.</div>[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-18227255079401246432009-08-20T12:04:00.000-07:002009-09-22T20:45:06.187-07:00Beat It !<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitNFn7sLVPSRsqy0xwfZvVxHVhykqO4cIjy8U4AyNel_yv85k7Ai6ByDfou8J0dCHXrnxiYgRMSaSjerZLL97oMDFPr-kNAQDCEFm4B2gG5DfqiPEisfw8VsA9PTcKzKS4G_eukLiYLPg/s1600-h/Thriller.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372376434277072994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitNFn7sLVPSRsqy0xwfZvVxHVhykqO4cIjy8U4AyNel_yv85k7Ai6ByDfou8J0dCHXrnxiYgRMSaSjerZLL97oMDFPr-kNAQDCEFm4B2gG5DfqiPEisfw8VsA9PTcKzKS4G_eukLiYLPg/s320/Thriller.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sorry to disappoint everyone in the first place, this post has nothing to do with the late Michael Jackson's Beat It. I'm really really sorry =) Now, let's go back to the main agenda.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">For the past 2 weeks, life has been bizarre and roller-coaster like. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Uhm</span></span>, I'm not sure if bizarre is the right word, but things has never been normal. Everything can be summarised into one word.<br /></div><br />BUSY !<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Apparently, I've been drilling and training my football as hard as ever. In return, my team won a football tournament held in my university. The gold medal which I've been craving for 2 years in university has finally arrived ! You know what, it's tougher to win in university than high school. As far as I can remember, I was able bag an amount of 3 to 5 medals from my high school's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">annual</span> sports day. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Arrggh</span></span>, although my play was suck, I was joyful and relieved that the team had won. My adrenaline was pumped to the limit and every match was dramatic to the extent that I can't even bear to miss one participating moment. Well, I hope that I will be good enough to be in the team next year. Retaining the crown is the top priority. Hopefully, that piece of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">momento</span></span> will not be my first and final silverware. Furthermore, I have only one more year to go in university, thus I want to win more !<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Switching the scene from the field to lecture hall, I guess I've done well academically too. Surprisingly, I got some unexpected results from my class presentation and mid term examination. The real obstacle was spending only 3 hours in my sleep for the past 2 days due to the complex nature of the presentation and an ostentatious demand from the lecturer. Ridiculous huh? Worse still, more than 10 hours were spent in recording a video clip. Everything was so last minute. Making a video clip is already hyper hard and time consuming, let alone the Transformers film. I wonder how those guys in Hollywood did it, everything was so complicated. At the end of the day, my fellow <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">group mates</span> and I were grateful as the whole thing turned out to be splendid. We really did some marvelous jobs out there.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Up next, there will be a quiz and a midterm exam tomorrow. Then, there are still tasks as high as the Himalaya mountains due for the remaining few weeks of my semester. If I survive these final waves of obstacles, I'll declare an official victory in my war against stress ! Balancing academic studies and outdoor activities is never an easy task. I've never been this busy before, but I'll beat everything which comes under my way.<br /></div><br />More glories will come and follow,<br />I'll enjoy and savor this stressful moment to the fullest,<br />I won't be defeated.<br /><br />I'm gonna be tough and I'll do what I can. I'll just beat it ~ !<br />Beat It ~ !</div>[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-18450411968004028542009-08-06T01:30:00.000-07:002009-08-07T00:18:28.968-07:00Speed Machines<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyX8XAvb5c_yx5nWENhf7CdxUu4hmOlpCpR3EZIaBB0QxdWfI7JIpdaVHZ1Lq4FYaD7eDS_hsU4ZTyQmgm8aA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Apparently, Top Gear did some real serious and interesting stuff,<br /><br />These machines are among the fastest of the 1990's and 2000's,<br /><br />It's the Battle of The Titans,<br /><br />McLaren F1 Vs Bugatti Veyron,<br /><br />Both machines possess blistering speed,<br /><br />By the way, the Veyron is ugly, LONG LIVE McLaren F1 ~ ! !<br /><br />-- Enjoy --<br /></div>[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-88896664611426455882009-08-04T09:24:00.000-07:002009-09-22T20:46:44.449-07:00Goodbye Maggi<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bPh1mmjFvxHSdAL73LIokgBFeD1Izl84i3IquoyNq02MHBuDabNFF30wFSrmRiEQUtLZ3cU9DaX0HpZUWTtYz_CXn-g0_pfHKrCT3Lmdl3JOLBaNe4skzeeH3tRLQeNP1lAA04RKo8Y/s1600-h/Maggi+Edited.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366146841021147858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 263px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bPh1mmjFvxHSdAL73LIokgBFeD1Izl84i3IquoyNq02MHBuDabNFF30wFSrmRiEQUtLZ3cU9DaX0HpZUWTtYz_CXn-g0_pfHKrCT3Lmdl3JOLBaNe4skzeeH3tRLQeNP1lAA04RKo8Y/s320/Maggi+Edited.gif" border="0" /></a> <strong><u><em>Favourite no more !</em></u></strong></div><div align="left"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mee</span> Maggi, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Cepat</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Dimasak</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Sedap</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Dimakan</span>. But from today onwards, I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">swear</span> to hate M<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">aggi</span> M<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ee</span> forever. For your information, the price of Maggi <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Mee</span> has <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">skyrocketed</span> by more than 50% of its original value since year 2006. At RM4.75, equivalent to 95sens a packet (RM4.75/5), one can get him/herself a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">nasi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">lemak</span>. Don't expect a standard size or half a standard size egg offered in it as a package, because it's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">only</span> 95sens ! At the very least, there's an egg and some nuts. Therefore, Maggi, at Rm4.75, is not worth the buy anymore.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I used to love M<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">aggi</span> M<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">ee</span> when I was doing my university first year until the extent of one packet per day. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Ok</span>, a packet a day is normal among poor students like me.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">THEN, it's August now and it's a midterm holiday. Shops are usually close during school breaks. Thus, my only options available are to walk some 800 metres to find food OR, Maggi <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Mee</span>. At first, I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">thought</span> I can do fine with Maggi every meal. Subsequently, I started to grew mad because even double packets of Maggi weren't able to satisfy my hunger ! At the next moment, I was considering triple, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">quadruple</span> or QUINTUPLE packets of Maggi. But on second <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">thought</span>, if I consume the quintuple amount, I would've been able to compensate myself a better meal at the rate of RM4.75.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Maggi <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Mee</span> is gross, rubbish and unhealthy. I wondered why I loved the Maggi brand so much.... I'll never consume maggi mee again after graduation, NEVER EVER. I guess money and the 800 metre distance are the biggest factor playing around here. Anyway, I should thank my housemate because he's the one who convened the whole Maggi-mania thingy. I hope he can understand 1 thing from Maggi. Saving money is important, but not to the detriment of health and hunger. These are self-imposed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">starvation acts</span>. The most important thing is, these kind of acts are sins. If his mom knows that he's eating Maggi every meal, I can bet with my head that she'll throw tantrums and ambers at him.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh, by the way, the price is RM4.75 now. Why save the money for M<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">aggi</span>? Come on people, let's boycott M<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">aggi</span> starting from TODAY. No one shall suffer from the marketing strategy of Maggi anymore ! Hence, buy yourself a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">nasi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">lemak</span> instead of M<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">aggi</span> M<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">ee</span>.<br /></div><br />Goodbye, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Mee</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Maggi</span>, I Don't Love You anymore ~ <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Sayonara ~</span></div><div align="left"><span class="blsp-spelling-error">But right now, I guess Maggi Mee is the better option. Sigh..... T.T<br /><br />YUCK !<br /></span></div>[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-15372573229023487812009-07-05T01:06:00.000-07:002009-09-22T20:48:20.939-07:00Nothing But A Good Night's Sleep<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihqXY8JAU_eDGiMN_-85-Dp5cl_LRaF37JKnBc_SVuPEbOuPcbqXEE7vetVmQWRqOONY3Wl4DnoUyQQlNZbH592qdrIxDPyN21n46jfmjozEPBYElZZN4fAJlHO-LTZiTqiZ1jjbnRbhE/s1600-h/dreamworks.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354979542493800210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 173px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihqXY8JAU_eDGiMN_-85-Dp5cl_LRaF37JKnBc_SVuPEbOuPcbqXEE7vetVmQWRqOONY3Wl4DnoUyQQlNZbH592qdrIxDPyN21n46jfmjozEPBYElZZN4fAJlHO-LTZiTqiZ1jjbnRbhE/s320/dreamworks.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today marks the beginning of my trimester week no.4. Up until now, I guess I've been doing nothing. Day until night, I daydream in the lecture hall, mourn the passing of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">MJ</span>, loiter, eat a lot and experience <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">difficulties</span> in sleeping.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ok</span>, majority of the problems I mentioned above do not concern me that much. BUT, sleep disorders are the REAL obstacles to get rid of. Here are the scenarios:<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">A friend of mine suffers from allergy when he consumes chickens. Thus, he convened an argument with me. He said he has too many things to handle with too little disposable energy in his body. Furthermore, he ridiculed me by claiming Insomnia is nothing compared to his problems. Well, from my point of view, it's totally nonsense, ridiculous and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ostentatious</span>. At the very least, he falls asleep easily. Thus, the "regenerate and rejuvenate" process are merely issues to him. My suggestions are, he can either opt to consume pork, mutton or beef. If he is willing to drop his money-saving obsession and self-imposed starvation activities, he can eventually get sufficient nutrients to keep his day going. If not, he will need to take some naps by not forcing himself into the toll-taking tasks or suffer from the opportunity cost for not consuming enough food. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Uhm</span>, don't get me wrong, I have evidence. For instance, he ordered 2 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">roti</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">canai</span> as his dinner ! Money matter ?? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Uhm</span>, I guess so.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Then, here comes my part. I've been suffering from Insomnia since my years in high school. The problem just got more severe when time went by. I went to bed at 12am and fell asleep about 5 hours later. I did nothing within that time. I felt so restless and tired. Yet, I can't sleep nor do anything useful. The next day, I either overslept or daydream in the lecture hall. Damn, all I wanted is a good 8 hours sleep for a better tomorrow.<br /></div><br />Oh yeah, one more further claim from my weirdo friend:<br />"Normal people sleeps at 10pm, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ok</span>?"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The statement above which isn't backed by evidence is just a self-claimed theory. From what I see, the majority of the labour force work at least until 10pm. It ranges from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">pasar</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">malam</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">mamak</span> stalls. Even shopping centres in the hub of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Kuala</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Lumpur</span> such as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">KLCC</span> shuts down at 11pm. To proof my evidence further, a recent study from the world football governing body <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">FIFA</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">indicates</span> that the sport accounts for 71% of interest in Europe and 65% in Asia alone. Plus, Malaysia is 8 hours ahead of the major leagues in Europe. Thus, every live telecast will mostly end at 12am. Not to mention the midnight Champions League schedule.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm not forcing him to retract his statements by writing this column because everyone has their own opinions. My priority of writing this is, to tell him being a herbivor suffers less than a zombie. Back to the main argument. His problems are easy to solve, take some naps, eat more or consume other form of meats.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">What about mine then? Medical prescriptions? Drugs?? In the end, I'll die like the way Heath <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Ledger</span> or Michael Jackson did by taking Demerol or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Deprivan</span>???<br /></div><br />Give me some pointers.<br />Nothing but a good night's sleep, but not all of us have this luxury.</div>[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-85498220285582507212009-06-24T19:06:00.000-07:002009-09-22T20:51:21.030-07:00Impian<div align="center"><div style="text-align: center;">"Pada suatu hari nanti, aku pasti akan berjaya mencapai cita-cita yang aku impikan".<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Demikianlah ayat yang dinyatakan di atas mendorong seseorang remaja tekun berbuat apa-apa demi mencapai cita-citanya.<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Apakah definisi perkataan "berjaya"? Adakah perkataan tersebut bermaksud kaya, cita-cita atau impian? Aku percaya bahawa setiap insan yang bernafaskan oksigen di dunia ini mempunyai pelbagai pandangan yang berbeza.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dari pandangan aku, perkataan tersebut bermaksud cita-cita. Aku berasa amat dukacita kerana cita-citaku tidak terkabul. Anda pasti akan berasa hairan. Mengapakah aku, pada usia 20 cepat berputus asa? Jawapannya tidak mengelirukan, cita-citaku adalah untuk menceburi bidang muzik yang amat digemariku sejak kecil lagi. Ia bukan sahaja memerlukan ilmu dan masa, bakat dan kesabaran serta wang juga adalah antara elemen-elemen yang sangat penting.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Demi mancapai cita-cita, aku telah membelanjakan banyak wang untuk belajar pelbagai instrumen muzik. Pada usia 8, ibu saya mendesak saya supaya belajar piano. Pada usia 14, aku tidak perlu didesak lagi manakala mempelajari beberapa instrumen muzik yang lain atas kehendakan dan kerelaan aku. Kesedaran aku terhadap muzik sebagai hobi kegemaranku, pada usia tersebutlah aku mengetahui hala masa depan yang harus jalan.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Walaubagaimana si aku kerap merancang, bertekun dan berusaha, malapetaka terbesar dalam kehidupanku melanda. Selepas peperiksaan SPM, saya telah bercadang untuk mempelajari muzik sepenuh masa di UCSI atau ICOM. Untuk menambahkan kekecewaanku, cadangan aku bukan sahaja dibatal dan dicabuli oleh ibuku, aku terpaksa belajar di MMU atas masalah kewangan keluarga dan kehendakannya.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aku sering berasa hampa dan sedih serta bodoh sekali. Di samping itu, aku menyesal kerana tidak memperjuangkan kehidupanku. Kehidupanku sekarang bosan, tidak bermakna.... tiada impian... tiada cita-cita... Kehidupanku bagaikan anjing, yang hanya hidup untuk tuan dan makanan. Mengapakah aku tidak berjuang untuk mencapai cita-citaku? Adakah aku betul mendengar nasihat ibuku? Adakah kehidupan sekadar mencari duit untuk makan di samping menyara kehidupan keluarga? Adakah aku betul jikalau aku bertindak degil dan tidak mempedulikan perasaan ibuku?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Bekerja di sebuah pejabat dengan gaji bulanan yang lumayan bukan masa depan yang aku inginkan. Aku rela bermain muzik dengan gaji yang tidak lumayan. Walau beberapa banyak duit yang aku dapat cari pada masa hadapan, kehidupanku adalah sebuah kegagalan. Kegagalan yang penuh dengan kekecewaan dan kesedihan yang tidak dapat anda dugai.....<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oleh demikian tuan-tuan dan puan-puan sekalian, jangan sesekali anda mengikut jejak aku. Nasihat ibubapa adalah "sentiasa" betul. Tetapi "sentiasa" tidak bermakna "pasti" betul. Beranilah anda menyahut cabaran untuk mengejar cita-cita anda. Kekayaan bukannya kejayaan, cita-citalah kejayaan sebenar dalam kehidupan. </div><p>Cita-citaku hanyalah sebuah impian... yang hanya boleh diimpi...<br />Akhir kata, kehidupanku hanyalah sebuah kisah kegagalan...</p><p></p>[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-75816677197811848832009-06-16T12:46:00.000-07:002009-09-22T20:52:14.703-07:00Banana<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj48sWV0pKAoDWjyUFZAGfg2jxVy0Yotz73hrriY_-tr0wyFg5eRV-O2yPXR12cRU7PS9428SQMi-7HEmzjHzlCtndYO2Bo6YnII5_u8vXXO3u3YCWLfelGz4QRZAlssyREKD3nSIij02o/s1600-h/Banana+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348031645718314786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 290px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj48sWV0pKAoDWjyUFZAGfg2jxVy0Yotz73hrriY_-tr0wyFg5eRV-O2yPXR12cRU7PS9428SQMi-7HEmzjHzlCtndYO2Bo6YnII5_u8vXXO3u3YCWLfelGz4QRZAlssyREKD3nSIij02o/s320/Banana+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">As an introduction, I want to define the word, 'banana'. In general, banana is a fruit. Indeed, everyone knows the meaning. Nowadays, the word 'banana' is a jargon among the Chinese society. A Chinese who can speak Mandarin language but isn't able to translate the language into wordings on a paper is being regarded as a banana.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">So, me myself as a banana attended my first Mandarin lesson in my university today. Basically, students who have a foundation in the language are prohibited from registering the subject. But since I can't even write my own name properly in Mandarin words, I'm eager to learn and put things right. I don't want to be a laughing stock forever.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Things got more interesting when I entered the class. At the moment I opened the door, I found myself in an awkward situation. Everyone was looking at me with their curious, strange and suspicious looking eyes from the moment I entered the class until I found my seat. Moreover, I'm the only Chinese in class. I felt like an alien from Mars landing on Earth. As the class went on, I established myself as a 'pirated' foreigner who knows nothing about Mandarin. Hence, now I know why Hollywood actors have their massive paydays. Acting is hard, and there is no take two. The same thing applies in my class too, there's no room for mistakes. This is not a movie shooting, this is real....<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Though I know it's wrong to register for a Mandarin class as a Chinese, I never meant to score an A cheaply in a language which I can speak well to enhance my CGPA. I hope that God will give me a chance to learn the writings. I just want to write my name in Mandarin after all.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, it's time to sleep. I'll post more updates regarding the Mandarin class in the near future. Wish me luck, Adios ~ !</div></div>[Tze-Senz]™http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875noreply@blogger.com0