I logged into my Friendster this evening and it seems to me like there are many messages spreading by friends on the similar issue,
Racism. Despite the different titles on those messages, they carry the same part of content which I felt utterly disappointed and upset when I read:If u hate malays……or agree with my
thoughts…..place ur name
here
1.Marie Oslow
2.James Lee Mun Chung
3.Henry Night Striker
4.Lionel Tan
5.Leon Teoh
I must say it feels so bad to find out that there are the ugly people who are able to bring themselves to include their names in the rally. It is disheartening and in other way, disgusting. Anton, Dennis, Raj and other friends who have expressed their disappointment over this must have felt the same. I am sure that our Malay friends in our lists who saw the message must have felt downright furious and downhearted with racists who see them in such negative way. Despite the fact that there are SOME Malays who commit crimes does not mean anyone has the rights to put up a rally to put hands together to hate or dislike ALL the Malays.
I grew up in a multiracial environment with friends of different races. I am still growing up with them. I remembered once when I was under depressed, Syahir mailed me a motivational message. Peepz like Shazwan, Hafeez, Marini, Arina, Syahir and many more others were the ones who I know since pri-school. They are a great bunch of people. In campus Astrina, Intan, Aina, Zee and Anas have hearts of gold, undeniable!
Racists are shit-eaters. People who are influenced by them must have accidentally fell in a sewer at the age of 3 and grow up in the sewage since.
It was yet another ordinary day with a little-out-of-ordinary conversation today. We (Chern, her bro, her dear Al’, Meng Wah and I) were on our way back from uncountable games of pool and bowl after the long whole month of missing each other over the long break.
Somehow we talked about transvestite aka people who had undergone sexual-change surgery and commented on how pretty and hot some of the males are after they’ve gone through the transformation. Indeed, this is not unusual statement, knowing the fact that a doctor in Thailand does 80 transgender surgeries a year! (wanted to link this up, but I forgot to cut out this site I saw, too bad).
That’s the male-trans, so what have we said for the female-trans?
MW came up with this statement at some point of the conversation: “Gal trans will like a guy because all she wanted was to be a guy, but not having sex with another gal” To put the statement into scenario, no difficulty at all to actually picture this out: It’s just a guy fucking another guy. Does this make sense at all?Due to the fact that we all love MW dearly, we gave her the credits of having the most unbelievable, creative imagination to come out with that idea of…(slowly speaking) a gal trans… (looking left, looking right)… a surgical male… (almost dropping my head)… would be attracted to another male and THEN have sex with HIM. Yea, another him. Not sure again? “Mano-e-mano love exchange extravaganza”!
Not a bit of HoLag (holiday-lag; it’s when one has sluggish movements, imbalance posture and slurred speech due to the loooooong, long break till it’s difficult to re-activate oneself) brood our comeback to campus for the new semester. The evening conversation on the issue of transvestite was a proof that we gals still have our nonsensical humor insomuch with us despite the month-long of not seeing each other; therefore not able to “present” our jokes to each other. Of course, my say to the aforementioned topic? I think galTrans who somehow got attracted to another guy is a FAILED procedure, that somehow her manliness did not 100% exude out in her…This is therefore a GAY-TRANS. It’s not a bad thing though, having the fact that gayness is in the air nowadays. At least now they have broader choices when they come to choosing their companions.
Sleep deprive or too much of it will force the crankiness out of me and basically cause me to become insane. Honestly, most of the time I am nuts. And to me… nuts not-equals-to insane. Perhaps insane = 2nuts…or maybe 4nuts… There are things running through my mind and I figured I wanted to put these up
If I was not studying pharmacy, I’d probably study law, design or have become a strip dancer.
If I’d sell my hair on my big head since 2002 to balding people, I’d become millionaire by today and still have hair with volume.
Once, a guy told me that every guy usually gets a girlfriend just to get laid. Guys like this should drown in the toilet bowl.
Darn, I am not a talented or lucky person. I need to work my bladdi head off before achieving something successfully.
Kids with heelies should lose the two front teeth everytime they misuse them. That ought to teach them a GOOD lesson by the time they lose all their teeth. Those with ugly ones lose their teeth in drains.
My thighs are fatter today.
Snatch thieves should snatch from each other. They may come up with the best action comedy movie with (probably) the title “Snatch me if you can”.
The horror flick The Grudge actually hit number 3 in the blockbuster chart… I am still wondering how this film with such uncanny storyline bought everyone into watching it…
Nerds who study too much who have little or no respect to people-not-their-kind must have probably swallowed their pet fish after losing to the other nerd who sat two seats away.
If I had a pet iguana, I’d name it Milo.
I know this auntie who always complained about kids and young people being disrespectful and always talking back. We deserve some respect too, hello? She should try talking to her food.
I saw a teenage boy asking his mom to order his food while he sat with his teenage sister who actually did the same PLUS pulling a long face after mommy told her to quickly decide what to eat which apparently she failed to and mommy just told her she should have chicken rice. The boy has braces. He ought to add braces to his legs too. The girl does not… I do not know what goodness she did that her mom could treat her like she was a sulking princess.
Another week gone and spells the end of the end-of-semester holiday. After reviewing the month long holidays I came to realize that having no holiday job this time was a disaster! I’d have to practically think twice or worse, trice, in everything I attempted to pay for… By the third-quart of my holidays, deciding whether to eat at home or eat out (of course when I was already out) was like deciding whether to go to school or not when I was already late. Of course, that’s pretty much “tricky” in a way.
In a worse case scenario, deciding to buy my contact lenses supply was like deciding whether to save Chia Yee’s pet dog in the middle of a highway with fast moving vehicles. I’ll save; no doubt, it’s the matter of “right time-ing”
What about buying a favourite (and yes, really meant “favourite”; not just ordinary) top? Boo, it’s like deciding whether to tie my brother asleep and release a couple of hungry mice in his bed or not; at one thought – he’s a useless bugger at home who constantly abduct my laptop away to his girlfriend’s house and forgets to bring it back… on the other – he will shrill like a wimpy gay causing terrible noise pollution and that will wake mom and dad who are innocently sleeping… A word to complete this… D-A-R-N!
On other thoughts, I think catching back times with old pals are really good. The holidays were pretty much filled with hanging out with old friends from primary and high schools. Afterall, most of us have spent 5 years or more with each other; learning and growing up together over the years. Recollection of the bitter, sour and sweet memories throughout the years with them have indeed brought me to realize that the sisters and buddies are the ones who have partially molded me to the person I am today. Ahh, too precious to lose; too much to forget. It was a good thing that technology and media are advancing so much to bring people closer and communication much easier and affordable.
Something which I oughta mention here: I HAVE A MICROPHONE and it’s AWESOME! Talking through the internet to friends in UK, Aussie and NZ for 3++ hours, is this not enough? Well, get this: With Skype.com the lag phase is much, much, MUCH shorter compared with the lag phase when you talk on the ordinary phone! Better? All for the amount of that mic that you may steal from the boy next door and our proud local Streamyx that you’d have probably conned your parents into believing it was all for your non-existent projects and finally gave in and pay till today! Great deal ay?!
That’s basically what the sifu David Liow kept uttering the whole time of the shooting session with me. When I got ready to shoot, he yelled “atas!”… wanted to shoot, “atas!”… the ball bounced away and me in the midst of chasing it, “atas!” Oh well, it’s basically a way to shoot it since he said my way of shooting can be easily blocked. One have to “feEeeeEEEeeel” the ball while keeping the eyes on the hoop, so that’s why the ball should be atas kepala… (above the head)
Conversation of the day:
me: oy, david! how to atas? Cannot navigate la…
Jin: Get a co-pilot (ritez?!)
Dave: Peikz!! u have to feeeeeeeel the ball la!
Great day today. The two buddy tutors David and Jin patiently spent their evening with me, the noob of basketball at USJ20. Good court, recommended totally! Great guys with great teaching skills. Alas, today was another progressive day. I LIKE!
Since it was only 9.30 after dinner with the family, I accepted Anton’s invitation to his Deepavali celebration at his house. It’s a good night afterall…
Well, the great dude who celebrated Deepavali with us
The dudes chilling. Notice there was only one bold person who’s actually posing up right there.
Eu Jin and me with our widest smiles
And of course, I was very delighted when i met Dennis, Aaron and Ben Shyen, all the old time mates from SR SS19…
A lil’ nostalgic effects with old friends… Well, Ben Shyen’s currently in my uni, so i can’t really define this dude as “long lost” friend. He was found quite a long time ago already.
Trisha and me
Jason thought we would not have another time there again, so therefore he’d taken this as a token of memory… ritez…
Finally, here is one that can not be missed in any important event.
Pr-r-r-r-r-resenting…
The poser for the night…David!