The "Sticker-sucker"

I thank God for this device.

Not the white lil' sheep! The white cylindrical thingy, with the blue handle.

It's some sort of roller, with a layers of mighty sticky tape on it. So, once the first layer of tape gets all clogged up with junk, just rip it off and discard it. Beneath, there is another layer of sticky tape. You can repeat this, till the sticky tape runs out. I don't know what its called, but it rocks. For now, I'll call it, the "Sticker-sucker".

What it's useful for is to trap dust, lint and anything in between. Useful for picking up hair and other tiny objects. As long as the surface remains sticky, it can be used! Actually, size isn't the issue. No matter how huge the object is, as long as it sticks, bingo!

My personal favorite, other than collecting the layer of dust and hair on the floor, I use it to trap Ants! Yup! Those pesky little shitz. I don't know where they come from, but I see them roaming my table all day long. Sometimes, I find them in my drinking cup, taking a piss in my drink. I used to squash them one by one, with by finger. Those days are gone. With the "Sticker-sucker", it literally 'sucks' the ants to the roller and keep them there till I decide to throw them away.
(please don't report to SPCA....ants aren't cute furry animals, anyway.)

See what it can do!



Don't they look lovely, all randomly scattered in one work of art? Just one roll...and bye bye antsy! *problem gone*

This gives me an idea. After getting sufficient ants to decorate my masterpiece, I might just frame it up:) I just might...maybe on the next blog post:)

But beware.

The "Sticker-sucker" happens to attract rather huge bugs too! For example, this guy.

Interested to be a proud owner of a "sticker-sucker"? I got this gadget at Ikea for RM 4.90. (i should be getting paid for this advert)

the apartment

Chick in the basket

yes, I'd like one please:)

For the love of randomness, I hope you don't think I'm retarded.

It's "no air" !! I win!

*winkz*

To act, in love

This is going to be a love post, but not the mushy type. Sorry to the romance addicts out there:p

There is a revolution taking place, a revolution of love; A time when people will rise and act in love, instead of the hate and anger steadily growing; A time when men and women will rise up to stop injustice, by acts of kindness and love. It is possible. Someday.

Yesterday caught myself in a place where I had all right and reason to lash out brutal verbal melodies. I had a valid cause to give a piece of my mind. A really good piece of it. I could have joined the rest and point a finger. I could have heaped 'insults' in so-called acts of righteousness.

But something caught me, and held me back. The voice said: to act in love.

What's the motive of my actions? Am I acting out of arrogance and pride? Or is it out of love? Did my actions show I really cared, or that I had power?

Sometimes, we don't give people what they deserve (the bad kind of of 'deserve'), but what they need. Sometimes, it takes more courage to restrain giving the ultimate blow. Sometimes, it's ok to let the anger go. Sometimes, it's ok to let insults lie on the floor, than to pick it up, add more ammunition and shoot back.

Sometimes it takes a man, to make the difference.

When I look at this, I know I was once in your shoes. I know the thoughts that filter through your head. I've been there. I know the pain coursing through your heart. I've tasted it. I've acted on what I thought was 'love', only to hold on so tight till it crushed. The feeling is all too familiar. I hope you will see it through my eyes one day, and know that you were made for more than this. I know you were meant for bigger things. I just know it.

Happyness is....

having Swensen's Giant Earthquke,
...at 50% off,
...on a Tuesday,
...with a group of awesome friends,
...and not having to pay for it!

As we begin

I have/had a band. Nope, not a rubber band. I'm the guitarist for Oneted. We're a 5-piece band and been around for almost a year and a half. We've done a few gigs and written some songs. We were hoping to do some recording by mid 2008. Early this year, our pretty lead singer decided to split. That kinda put Oneted on the line. It was either we all went our separate ways, or carry on without a vocalist. It felt like a bad break-up.

The decision: we carried on, hoping that someone would one day fill in the shoes of a 'front-man'. We did covers just to stay tight.

Not too long ago, we did find someone. Another pretty lead vocalist, that kinda, fell from the sky. We've been trying to gel, and so far, it's working. It's chemistry, baby! Momentum is building. I'm loving it!

With a new line-up and a new direction, we are re-branding ourselves. As for now, Oneted is no more. We are wanting a fresh beginning. A new sound.

Ladies and Gentlemn,

Presenting to you : Under Headlights!

All the best to us...

Happyness is...

Happyness is...

Having a hot Mc Donald's Sausage McMuffin at 7am on Jalan Bukit Bintang

It's funny how Jalan Bukit Bintang slowly comes alive from its slumber to be that bustling city street we all know.

Just a thought, why do they call it a sausage, when it is actually a burger patty? And why do they call it a muffin, when it is actually a burger?

You can't get everything

I will be heading to Lumut in a couple of hours time. Where is Lumut? It's in Perak. For those wondering where is Perak, just google it up. Gonna be a day trip to the military camp hospital. 4 hours drive to and another 4 hours drive back.

What I'm going to miss about this job is the traveling.

During my past 1 year and 7 months in this company, I've been to Johor (Batu Pahat, Johor Bahru, Muar), Melaka, Negeri Sembilan (Seremban), Selangor (like yeah), Pahang (Kuantan, Temerloh), Terengganu (Kemaman, Kuala Terengganu), Kelantan (Kota Bharu), Perak (Taiping, Lumut, Teluk Intan), Pulau Pinang (Island, Seberang Jaya) and Kedah (Sg. Petani, Alor Setar). That's pretty much the whole of Malaysia, with the exception of Perlis, Sabah and Sarawak. Though some of the journeys are tiring (imaging driving for 9 hours to Kelantan) it has been fun. I get to sightsee and play while I work. I get to taste the local food and enjoy their beaches. (shhhhh! don't tell my boss)

If only I had enough time to visit all those places one last time before I make the switch and be confined to Kajang, and Putrajaya and Seremban and Kajang, Putrajaya and Seremban and Kajang (you get the idea).

Gearing myself for the jump.

I need this.

God, I want to dream again
Take me where I've never been
I want to go there
This time I'm not scared
Now I am unbreakable, it's unmistakable
No one can touch me
Nothing can stop me

Maybe I've stopped dreaming. Maybe I've stopped living.
Going where the current takes me.
My daily finishing lines are deadlines and expectations.
Then, it's nothing. Void. Empty.
Change is always happening. Constant change within the tiny circuit of my existence.
But is this all? Is this it?
I know, change is constant. But if change only happens within the same sequence, it becomes routine.

I need to dream again....

Sometimes it's hard to just keep going
But faith is moving without knowing
Can I trust what I can't see
To reach my destiny
I want to take control but I know better

Forget the fear it's just a crutch
That tries to hold you back
And turn your dreams to dust
All you need to do is just trust

Fireflight - Unbreakable

funeral for a friend

"Death puts life into perspective"

Yup, it does. Life is like a vapor. One moment you have it, and the next instant, you might not. Fragile. Volatile.

People die everyday, big deal. But when it happens closer to home, that's a different story. Suddenly, it becomes your story. It used to be the loss of someone's parent, or someone's friend. The feeling is distant. Now, it's actually, my friend. It's closer to home. Almost the same age. Young people should never have to die.

I actually know this person on a personal level. I remember Christmas presents. I remember the chats. Graduated. Lost touch for a bit. And then, in an sms, she's gone.

It's sobering, and humbling at the same time. I was on a week's trip covering the east-coast. Battling roads with monstrous vehicles and crazy drivers, in the pouring rain and rough terrain. Trying to rush, destination, to destination. It could have been me. I could have met my Maker. But, I was spared.

"There are 2 things in life you can't run away from: Death & Taxes"

why can't it just be taxes...

I think, a father should never have to bury his child....

Cleavage on Demand

Today, I heard the darnest thing in a long time (Other than JJ & Rudy's slot on Hitz.fm). I know we live in an 'instant' generation. Everything now is instant, or quick, fast, zippy, zap..etc,etc. From instant noodles, to 30-minutes photo-printing.

But, instant cleavage? That's gotta be the wackiest thing I heard today. I overheard it on the radio while driving, and I literally laughed out loud. The advertisement was a Triumph promo with the tag-line "cleavage on demand". Can't recall in exact words, but the idea thrown across is that girls (and some 'men'), no matter the size of their 'assets', can have a 'nice' cleavage with their latest 'wonderbra'. So, it's cleavage, anytime you want. I don't want to go into details, but it's really funny when you hear the word 'cleavage' on national radio mentioned so many times!

So, if you are one of those, who need to whip up a storm of a 'cleavage', there is hope waiting in Triumph stores near you. (applies to men too)

I don't really fancy blogging about stuff like this, but this is really funny.

Questions you dare to ask yourself

"what do you really want?"

That is something I find hard to answer. Maybe cause I'm afraid of what I really want. The mind has the capability to fool yourself, to twist facts and logic.

Sometimes, I dare not say what I really want, because I know it takes a lot of work to get it. Nothing in life is easy.

I wish I knew, what I really wanted. I wish I was courageous enough to say what I really want, and go after it.

God, help me.

a novel

If I could, I would write you a horror novel where the main character is a person that has insomnia. He dreams he is sleeping, but he isn't. Wait, he shouldn't be dreaming, because, he can't sleep in the first place. Anyways, maybe he does sleep for short periods, but in those disturbed few minutes, he dreams he is sleeping a long, long time. No...how can that be....

I don't think I can do horror... *sigh*

But if it shockingly horrifies you and give you kicks, I would.

old-fashioned

Not everything is ideal, though we wish it to be.
So, we live and make the best of it.
Though it may not be ideal, it can still be beautiful:)

Sometimes, we just have to do it like how our parents did,
The old-fashioned way.

..you're my dream, please come true..

Memo

Note to self:

Don't get ahead of yourself. Things may not be what it seems now, or maybe it really is what it seems:) Either way, watch out. Be on your guard. Time will uncover answers. But while time is still available, enjoy the moment. Fleeting moments. Smell the roses. It's all good.
But remember, don't get ahead of yourself.

The way to the toilet is through here

Let's play a game. See if you can spot the similarities in these 3 situations:

1) Colleagues farewell dinner
2) Ex-uni mate's birthday dinner
3) Church member's birthday dinner

Yup, it's about food. And, the obvious, it's about dinner! But those are wrong answers. The real answer is, relationship/friendship.

It so happens that all 3 falls on the same night. It's just one me vs 3 different locations around the same time. I would love to attend all three, so I try. I manage to squeeze time for all three, not missing out the most important part of each.

So little time, so much to keep up with. Why can't they see that? Why can't they understand? Why are they not so forgiving? It's not on purpose that I miss out on them. I try, but I can only do so much. Their sarcastic welcomes and sinister comments leaves a bad aftertaste. Some people have already given up trying to strike a balance. What's the use? You still get labeled and branded by the 'unforgiving', anyways. So might as well screw it big time and leave no room for return. On my side, I try. As hard as I possibly can. At the end of the day, isn't it all about people? People = relationships. And sometimes, People = Sh*t.

I can only try so much, and please a few. But as long as my conscience is clear, I'll have to let it be. If they don't understand, it's alrite.

To top the cake of disparity, there the few that I try to maintain contact, but come up against a wall. What's the use? I try. I make small talk, in hopes that it will lead to deeper conversations. I ask their well-being. I try to connect from before. All I get in return is monosyllabic answers, with a dash of silence. It pierces. I know I was wrong in the past, but can we make amends? If you maintain this way, while I try to change, who's in the wrong now? I'm not like that anymore. I've changed. Is there room for grace? Or would I always be facing the judgment seat of erring beyond mortal forgiveness. I ask, but you don't. I inquire, but you stay silent. What kind of relationship is this?

*useless, a chasing after the wind*

On another note, I'm glad that you're all right:)

Good Friday, indeed it was.

Good Friday was good.
But, religious duties and spiritual experiences aside, it was really, indeed Gud Friday!

*long drive, teary eyes, chipsmore, raindrops, hot soup, cold weather, chilly wind, toilet break, short queue, standing among 'older' folks, waiting, waiting, cheering, bright lights, no videos please, people getting into the groove, big hair, getting high on singing, unfamiliar songs, a touch of 80s, good performer, weird music, pretty boys, pet boys, walking alongside the rain, starbucks, fog, 20km/h, long drive, curfew, safe *

thank you:)

The Friday it was Good

I don't really recall much about Good Fridays, as in, the personal happenings of this very day in years past. When I think hard enough, I remember bits and pieces of Easter events and Good Friday services. That's about it.

So,what's so good about Friday? I am brought back to this question every year. As cliched as it sounds, it is indeed the basis for what I belief in today. It's a story of redemptive grace. Until today, I am still trying to comprehend the magnitude of this event. It is beyond me. What if there was no Good Friday? What would I be today?

Questions aside, there is this longing, a close shot to calling it an ache, deep inside me, seeking significance and purpose. I think man was created with an innate desire to achieve success and live a fulfilled life. How is success determined? What is the measure of fulfillment?

Compare this to the saviour who hung on the cross for me. What is all my struggles compared to the Son of God hanging there in my place? Where does success fit in, or even fulfillment? How can I bring myself to be so selfish, when I knew that someone gave up all, so that I can live life, abundantly.

Yet, I still live life, as if it were completely mine. Living in the abundance of the flesh. Living as if I bought this life with my pathetic dollars and cents. Living, ignoring the grace that was shown me. Living, oblivious to the man whose bleeding sides was supposed to be that of mine. Living, sinking into my pity, when grace is there.

Worlds apart. I know. Yet, you still came. Knowing that I would live like this. You still gave. Knowing I would taste you, and still dabble with the glitters of this world. You still took my place...

I hope I will be worthy...No, you already made me worthy. I just hope this light will shine a brighter meaning in my darkened life. I hope I can bring myself to live in that reckless abundance you have already purchased. I have the tickets in my hand, but my feet is not bringing me to the entrance of that life. Another taste of eternity, and I hope I can leave it all behind for that road that leads to where you are.

I am more certain than ever, I need Jesus, the reason why Friday is so good.

Head Over Heel (In this Life)
Switchfoot

Head over here and take me
Head over heels and aching
When I told you I was yours,
I was yours

In this life you're the one place I call home
In this life you're the feeling I belong
In this life you're the flower and the thorn
You're everything that's fair in love and war

I'm coming down like a gun shot
In all these battles that I've fought
You're the mark I'm aiming for
I was yours

In this life you're the one place I call home
In this life you're the feeling I belong
In this life you're the flower and the thorn
You're everything that's fair in love and war
In love and war

Head over heels
Head over heels

In this life I'm stubborn to the core
In this life I've been burning after more
We both know what these open arms are for
You're everything that's fair

In this life you're my only one

Crazy

And it's crazy when love gets a hold of you
And it's crazy things that love will make you do
And it's crazy but it's true
You really don't know love at all
'Til it's making you do
Something crazy

This is the lyrics of one of my favorite songwriters of all time. And it is indeed true. When you are in love, you do lots of crazy things (like going for karaoke, when you swore to yourself you'd never sing to a television). I'm not in love, yet. But, I'm already seeing crazy things.

Maybe being crazy is humans unconscious response to indicate the capacity they can expand themselves to. You reading this, I bet you've done something crazy before. I know I have. And when I look back, yeah, it's crazy.

I've had my share of doing crazy stuff, and having people do mind-blowing crazy stuff for me too. I wish I could list it all here, but then the list would be too long. And we start to wonder where have all the sane people gone.

I think getting into 80's mode, that's crazy for me:)

A brush with politics

I've never been one to be very politically aware. I'm usually in the blur. I only know the few jargons that go around the politic circuit, and that's just about it. Tell me names of the notorious opposition leaders, I might have heard them. Name me some obscure political leaders, I'll go, "who that?"

I am finally of age to vote, and so happens, an election comes my way. In a way, I am thankful for the SPR to open a booth in my university way back then. It made registering to be a voter a lot easier.

March the 8th came, and I did my duty. I choose to believe that my one vote did count for something, even if it was just one.

of just like breakups but not it

It feels like a divorce, where I get to keep the kids (1,2,3,4 of them), the house, the cars, the pool, the sun-chairs by the pool, the pool table in the pool room, the dog, the china collection, the fridge, the 55" plasma tv, the harman/kardon Audio system, the whole works....and still feel empty...and virgin...

hehe. I didn't go through a breakup, not in the past 572 days, I think. This is just an analogy.