Thoughts Unleashed.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Song of the Season

Everyone's got their song of the season, or band of the season..for some it's Hinder's Malaikat's Mulut. For some it's Kejar Kereta from Peronda Salji. (actually it's quite obvious why Snow Patrol always Chase Cars huh.)

hmm..next time if you're bored..can try translating band names to BM or hokkien and syok sendiri laugh to yourself la..maybe like Hari Hijau(greenday)..or..Saya Punya Kimia Romantik( My Chemical Romance)...Cerita Paling Best Tahun Ini ( Story of the year)...hahaha..

My song of the season...and band of the season has gotta be..yeah..Cerita paling Best.


Sidewalks
Story of the Year

The bridges are crumpled,
The water soaks into rocks,
That fell at the bottom of the road. (At the end the town)
The town that we lived in.
The memories shakin apart from the weeds that grow.

Over the sidewalks,
Running away from the streets we knew,
Sidewalks,
Like the time we thought was made for you.
Or

Out on the front porch,
watching the cars as they go by,
Eighteen blue, twenty one grey,
Looking ahead for the first time that we could drive,
Out on our own,
To speed away

From the sidewalks,
Running away from the streets we knew,
Sidewalks,
Like the time we thought was made for you.
Or

All of days that past us by,
All of the sun is gone...
Away

Sidewalks,
Running away from the streets we knew,

Sidewalks,
Running away from the streets we knew,
Sidewalks,
Like the time we thought was made for you.
(Sidewalks)
The bridges are crumpled,
(Sidewalks)
The water soaks into rocks,
That fell at the bottom of the road.


Apparently I guess they were singing about their hometowns. Makes me think about the good ol' days in the small lazy cowboy town of Alor Setar. Trees and suns..watching cars go by..yea..I did tat..We..did tat..my friends and I...runnin' around in the padi fields...yep...riding bikes avoiding kao dangs..falling into a drain...using sticks as 'swords' and do 'battle' on bikes..

And there were times when we just did nothing but sat under the porch...and stared into open space...

Good times..

Sidewalks, Running away from the streets we knew

Sis Annette once did a bible study and asked us, if God were to send us somewhere, where would be the last place you wanted to go..

I answered my hometown.

I love my kampung. But frankly speaking, sometimes the hardest people to minister to, are the people most familiar and closest to you.













These guys rock. Their drummer's called Josh as well. hehe. oh yea, the moment my girl housemate saw the bassist tat day on my pc, she squealed " WAH! LENG CAI! CUTIE BOY!"

Have a treat, gals.

Ja.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

the last straw

yesterday, when I was at tesco. it was the last straw. that was it. it went like this...

me at the frozen food section. looking at some products.
up comes a chinese lady. she looked at me and seemed doubtful, pondering upon something. after a few moments, she opened her mouth and asked.

lady: erm. "ni jiang hua yu ma?"(do you speak mandarin) ....pauses a while.."you melayu kah?"
"cakap melayu?"

me: ..................

stoned.

me: " jiang hua yu la. " (talk mandarin-la) fed up.

apparently she wanted to know the difference of a dairy product.

Do I NOT look chinese???? Mann... I remember I was looking at some stuff at the cyberia grocery shop some time ago, when the local indian storekeeper came up to me and asked " Hey, you foreign?"

Ok I know I do have more hair than a local chinese ah beng. The classic wan is this.

Industrial training penang. at the workshop.

my colleague: " Hey you chinese?"
me : "yea."
my colleague: " wuuuoo.. you ancestors have some mongolian blood from China or something?"
me: .............
me:.............

again.

apparently again I look like some modern Gengkhis Khan to him.

I AM A PURE HAINANESE CHINESE PURE BRED.
I EAT PORK WITH CHOP STICKS.
erm..maybe I don't watch chinese dramas..but
I JIANG HUA YU OK? ( not bothering to translate anymore. )
I LIKE CHINESE WOMEN.
I USED TO BE CALLED AH BENG. (maybe still am called by tat la..by some ppl. hehe.)

yesterday was the last straw.
maybe I shud get a 'curtain hair' or shave off everything else.
oh man that sounded kinda wrong.

erm.

whatever.

me. still chinese.

Blek.

Ja.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

I'm really gonna do it one day..

24 Fun Things to do in an Elevator

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1. Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering: "Shut up, dammit, all of you just shut UP!"

2. Whistle the first seven notes of "It's a Small World" incessantly.

3. Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside ask: "Got enough air in there?"

4. Offer name tags to everyone getting on the elevator. Wear yours upside-down.

5. Stand silent and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.

6. When arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, then act embarrassed when they open by themselves.

7. Greet everyone getting on the elevator with a warm handshake and ask them to call you Admiral.

8. On the highest floor, hold the door open and demand that it stay open until you hear the penny you dropped down the shaft go "plink" at the bottom.

9. Stare, grinning, at another passenger for a while, and then announce: "I've got new socks on!"

10. When at least 8 people have boarded, moan from the back: "Oh, no, not now, damn motion sickness!"

11. Meow occasionally.

12. Holler "Chutes away!" whenever the elevator descends.

13. Walk on with a cooler that says "human head" on the side.

14. Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce "You're one of THEM!" and move to the far corner of the elevator.

15. Wear a puppet on your hand and talk to other passengers "through" it.

16. When the elevator is silent, look around and ask "is that your beeper?"

17. Say "Ding!" at each floor.

18. Say "I wonder what all these do" and push the red buttons.

19. Listen to the elevator walls with a stethoscope.

20. Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers that this is your "personal space."

21. Announce in a demonic voice: "I must find a more suitable host body."

22. Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.

23. Wear "X-Ray Specs" and leer suggestively at other passengers.

24. Stop at every floor, run off the elevator, then run back on.



so, so gonna try it one day...hehehe...especially number 5 and number 14...wahahahah..

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

How's work?

I get that question a lot. Don't stop asking. hehe. It shows that you're concern. And I'm grateful for every care that I receive, be it just a simple msg thru ym, a smile when we meet, or even a warm cheerful hug. I appreciate it. Thanks. It's because that I freely receive from you guys that I can freely give. :)

So. How's work? I read an article yesterday in The Star discouraging people to blog about their work. Yup. Especially those who harbour bad feelings or frustations towards their employers. When online, your job can be on the line. ;)

It's ok. I don't have bad vibes towards my job yet. So far I'm ok with it. enjoy the friendship here. And sometimes the free meals. hehe. So. How's it here?

Sometimes I hafta work till late. My record is 7.15pm. That's not cos I'm working like a bull da whole day. haha. That's cos when I'm just about to leave for home, suddenly out of nowhere I'm given work to do.

Sometimes it's busy here. Sometimes I don't really have much to do. In fact,most of the time I'm quite free to enjoy the internet connection.

oh ya I also had the time to learn this...after all these years.
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TADAA!!

heheh..

Just came back from PWTC from an oil and gas exhibition. It's kinda cool there. You actually need a name card to get in! Everyone's so pro and veteran there. Though my tag sez 'sales engineer', I don't really know much yet about the industry. keke. But it seems like a big industry. So many big foreign countries investing in this area. Lotsa kuai lo's around.

It's about it for now.

Time to continue mine sweeper.

Ja.

Friday, September 08, 2006

round n' round de garden

..work..
..church..
..work..
..church..
..work..
..church..
..work..
..church..

I remember when my bro was just 3 years old. I sat him on my lap. Held his tiny lil hand and open his palm on the left, and on his right hand shaped it like a pointer.
And we'll go

'Round n round the garden
like a lil bear
oneee steppp..
twooo steppp....'

by that time he's already bursting in giggles already.

round n round I go..
oneee stepp..
twoo stepp...

*Boom*

It's ok fellas. I won't snap. Maybe not yet. I'll get used to it. Probably already am. Been talking to some people. Everyone asks themselves this question every now and then.

"What do I wanna do with my life?"

Some already have the answers all patted nicely in their pocket. Some just choose to ignore it and get along with their lives. I dunno why. Maybe fear of change.

What do you wanna do? Worked ur @ss off to become debt free? It's a good plan. After that? What if you don't last that long? Or maybe God had a funny sense of humor and take you home the moment you finally become free 'money-ly?'

Get married and settle down? good plan also. It's ideal. Everyone's doing it. Go wif da floooWw~

Investment? tour the world? See places? meet people? start a company? start a restaurant?

all seems to be good plans. There's no right or wrong. People are considered succesful when they know what they want to do, and never stop pursuing it till they achieve it. It's actually up to every individual person.

That includes you and me.

So. Whatcha wanna do? ....watcha...watcha...

all those things I mentioned up there. Yup. They're long term plans. Good long term plans.

lalalala...*snaps fingers*

You know what's even long-er term plan? Something that lasts forever?

Lives. Precious lives.

You don't hafta travel to ends of the earth for missionary work. We can just start by loving your neighbours around you more. Give a lil time. Make a difference in their lives.

How embarassing it will be when we meet God one day, all we could was to showcase our earthly posessions? I'd rather be poor here and rich up there.

'Impacting lives for Jesus'. Sounds cliche again? Think about it nicely. ;)

Think I've found the answer? Nah. Maybe I've scrapped the top of it a lil. Still groping and trying to find my way like any others.

Feels like I don't have time for others. Howdoes one reach out to others when you spend all your time within the four white walls of work and church? Hmm..

round n' round we go..

..work..
..church..
..work..
..church..
..work..
..church..
..work..
..church..


Ja.





Friday, September 01, 2006

inner voice

*people chatting and yapping in the background*

LL : Hey why are you so quiet?
me : *trying to think of answer quick* erm..cos I'm not noisy? so lame..
LL : *opens mouth to answer my remark, but suddenly something else caught her attention*
me : ..........


tight. too tight.

Am I trying too hard? Am I trying in vain? Am I doing it wrongly?

still not used to this, despite having seen so much.

I wonder if I'm about to make a big mistake in my life.

I wonder if one day it's gonna be my turn to end up in blood and metal.

Have you ever tried telling somebody something so bad, but you can't cos you can't find the opening?

Sometimes it takes more than a simple ' how are you'...

Not everyone is like a can of drink where you just pop the cover and everything just oozes out..

I wonder if my car will get stolen one day..

I wish one day I can forget how it feels like to being left out...

Some people see that I have a good job. a car. bla bla...

Don't you see that you have so much more than me.

Things which money can't buy.

One day I might fall. Fall real hard.

They say the higher you climb, the harder you fall.

I don't expect people to catch me. Actually I don't know of anyone who might catch me either.

It's ok. to be honest, I didn't give that much anyway. It's fair.

I wonder if I'll change..

Remember the feeling? When you've put in everything you've got, and turns out your best is not enough?

I remember. Your knees turned weak. And you felt like every bit of your strength has been drained and sucked out of you.

It's called ' Hopeless'.

I wonder...

if my boss will give me more work if not I'll keep 'wandering' till time to go back. heh.

Tight. Just. Too. Tight.