tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78805781293423634142024-03-14T11:51:21.284+08:00A Maverick's RockLest we lose our wingsJaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-79986816711593583472015-03-12T02:56:00.000+08:002015-03-13T02:49:02.141+08:00109. Through the Eyes of the Pancake Hawker<div style="text-align: right;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">First of all, thanks to Ninie~ for encouraging me to write on (especially on travel experiences - yes, on Mount Rinjani climb. Ninie is my fellow adventure/travel friend.) But I don't have yet the motivation and maybe, honestly no full and free-spirited spare time to lay down my accounts on the climbing experience. Much have been recorded through the photos and mostly kept dearly in the heart and mind. I did keep a timeline journal though. </span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">It's late in the morning after a bank visit, a little boy his hand held by his mummy walk into a hawker centre. The mother said they will have some pancakes for lunch. Boy nods. So she makes the order and they stand by the pan-fried pancake hawker stall. This boy watches as the uncle cooks magic. With steam and smoke billowing up everywhere (it's common in any hawker centre.)</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> "M: uncle, big one. one packet."</span></i></div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;">"Pao eh chi pao. ho, ho."</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">"Uncle: come, two ringgit."</span></i></div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;">"oo chau bo uncle? Hor lu goh kor." </span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">"M: got change, uncle? Give you five ringgit."</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">"ei sai ei sai. chau lu sah kor. ho ah, kamsiah kamsiah."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> <i>"Uncle: can can. Change you three ringgit. ok, thank you."</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">So, I am (kinda) back (again.) haha. Was having just a little chat with my mum (I miss my family and home), and a bruder on our homeland (island to be specific) Penang and its heritage preservation. So much fuss about it in recent years. The matter has been around for decades since independence of the country anyway. It's so much fuss because we Penangites want our home to look like our home in they way it has always been very badly. The state government has been trying to do whatever it can. But of course nothing is perfect. There are times when nothing works out fine and times when efforts bear fruits. The keypoint is having growth and state wealth proportionate and at the same time preserving its heritage, maximum? Or just looks like that but in actual fact everything is like an overdressed mannequin. Read this article on <span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.freemalaysiatoday.com/category/nation/2015/03/10/pakatan-rakyat-govt-making-penang-soulless/">Penang being soulless</a></span> which has been on share circulation on Facebook among my fellow islander friends. Really, we really love Penang so much really.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I am not touching on how are we doing it or how do we do it. This just an expression. I am not involved in the cultural preservation and conservation of the heritages of Penang. Just a little bit here and there of how things look like through my experiences.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Just the mention of the word "Penang" whether as a name of place, your home or something to do with visiting places most locals will have a picture of hawker food stalls if not mobile street vendors if not the simple yet majestic Penang Bridge if not hill cable car if not Kek Lok Si temple if not traffic jam! No, traffic jam is exclusive to KL. My cousin says it's tenfold worse in Jakarta, Indonesia. True enough, I'd experienced it along the roads and highways around Bandung(also Indonesia.) yada yada</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Yes, I am talking about the food stalls in Penang. Penangites just love to eat. And being health conscious at the same time. That's why we don't have the rate of obesity like in America. Just look at your food! How much oil and fat are in it - really yummy. Even Halal food in the streets- picture Nasi Kandar, served with generous amount of fat and oil. Surrender, as long as you enjoy eating.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">That's one of the things that make up the picturesque Penang Island. A lot of chinese being non-Muslims so you have a lot of non-Halal food by the streets. I admit, even most simple Chinese dishes have pork lards all over them. I can read your mind, it reads <i>char koay teow</i>. Google whatever names/terms I post here which you think are alien. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The matter I am expressing on is the fact which brings about the existence of so many hawker food stalls there. I don't know even if there is a time when it all started. Or is it just natural, consequential or the thing to do to live. In other words, ricebowl for the vendors. History for sure tells us that there is a lot of immigrants from China, India and Arab. Whole lot of them were workers either forced by the colonizing army or just migrators. My grandfather (father's side) was one of them. So, that explains why are there so many Chinese vendors there in Penang. On why are they mostly revolved around food, it boils back to Penangites being food-lovers.hah. Food is generally the fuel to sustenance. To fill the stomach to survive.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Workers need food to continue working. Families need food to feed their children. The king needs food. We all need food. Again, why does it look like it's so abundant in Penang. Let's not over-analyze. Analysis and socio-economy reports have them. We're here to express and share. The fun part is that we Penangites are very proud of it for having such tasty gastronomy and it is officially regarded as a food paradise. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Many of the vendors were being interviewed over the recent years. They all shared one thing in common. They mention passion. But is that passion conceived (through interest) or through the need to survive back in the older days. Both ways, it can still be passion. Passion to serve is another way. I believe most of them serve as out of passion today. Most of them already have families. You and I and the rest are related to them here and there. Their immediate children may be already doing well in their careers. Some open a fixed shop as part of their family business expansion plan. This is one of the kinds of growth you see in Penang. Food and retail businesses. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Some could be still struggling to make ends meet. Putting bread on the plates of their families. Blood, sweat and tears still spill - the test of time do not compromise on this. No free lunch, so they say. Through my eyes I can only tell that they are working hard whether it is to serve society or as a hobby/passion (to cook and serve food) or altogether. The need to survive lies in the heart and soul of the people doing it.</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Today, the boy who is a grown young man already. He walks to the stall and make his order, this time by himself with his family seated. This pan-fried pancake seller is still the same man who served in this hawker centre since a decade ago. Only shorter in height due to a slight hunch, with greyer hair and very seasoned/ worked skin. The same simple clothing and towels around. The pancake may not taste the same physically but it will still bear the same values of humility as of a cook's love in his cooking. And maybe the need to survive. </span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">"uncle, tua eh chi pua." </span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">"J: uncle, big one, one plate."</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">"Uncle: eat here? ok."</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">"Uncle: ok ok."</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> "Uncle: come young one, four ringgit."</span></i></div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;">"(wah..ki kheh liao..) ah." </span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">"J: (wah, price increase" yes."</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I can remember two places which sell this pan-fried pancake. A place which is no more was <span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.vkeong.com/2010/05/chinese-pancake-apom-pisang-raisins-sim-kim-san-coffee-shop-rangoon-road/">along Beach Street</a></span>. Another which still exist is <span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.mywisewife.com/penang-pulau-tikus-new-cathay-coffee-shop-home-style-banana-pancake.html"> in Pulau Tikus</a></span>. Check link for pictures. Keys: pancake, chinese, banana. Ah memories. My parents used to bring me to eat it or buy back home. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">[Direct romanization/"pinyin" of Hokkien words are not accurate and may be incorrect. me not a complete penang hokkien speaker. buat malu jaa..a]</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">[Account of storytelling is not exact. Drama is added for twist.]</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">[Picture googled] </span>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-15327084000480632312013-11-10T07:00:00.000+08:002013-11-10T07:00:02.492+08:00108. Of What They See Matters?<div style="text-align: right;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Really? I guess and I judge so. Now let's keep my judgement "off" this issue.
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">What matters is that it's up to you, it's your call, your actions and your own feelings (your heart and wish), so they say. All within yourself. And that's the problem. It only takes place in yourself. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Then comes the action of expression. Comes in two methods; just doing it (nothing else matters) and the other, do it to show, meaning to share and disseminate courses of actions - pretty just share it over a journal or any other social media. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Get what I am trying to differentiate and point out about? About how your actions are not objectively regarded as actions if they are not seen. The prime matter this post is about being seen. So if you had done something but nobody saw it. nobody actually cares. Your loved ones care, hopefully. If only you let them know. They would listen. If not, same thing. But in faith, they wished so.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Actions and thoughts. This is very general and wide I will not write deeply in any of its aspects or branches. But I will include examples. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Put in a unique and simpler breakdown of words, what people see are matters (more) than your actions or rational. Yeah, something like they always say, actions speak louder than words. Alter it to, "seen actions are definitely truer than just actions."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Now you see where unsung heroes come into play. Until they are being discussed or found out. Because nobody saw them when they do the heroic acts. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Another point of view with the same concept would be like, people tend to only catch and notice your wrongdoings and what happened to your work of charity, hard work; contribution which leads to some success. People judge at first sighting and even from the very first encounter. First sight of whatever you're doing. That leads to impression. Without knowing the real reason or rational behind the words, actions or thoughts expressed. So there would be no chance of "forgiveness" if "good" sight does not appear with you again with that person looking. You will be praised and congratulated upon showing up again with "good" things happening around. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The winner would be the one who can express much well (this excludes up to major whining and excessive lamentations). It's obvious the quiet and timid will fall short of survival in this need-to-be expressive culture and commonality. The modern, smart and intelligent (oh yeah unique smart) or the ones with common senses (must be in line with the current generation or ahead) say, "You gotta be one step ahead. You're going to lose out if you don't step up your level of thinking and... actions." Correct but not all of us intend to do things to be ahead of time and development. Mere workers and lives with souls just want to live. Just living it out. In our own ways. We don't want to be much involved in the rushing scene of competition and race to riches. So we pretty much do not show. Then shine through. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">But we do care about the blood, sweat and tears we dripped so badly. We want to be recognized not competitively but just to be appreciated. Basic feeling. A basic drive in this living. A minimal way to show. But too small the fries to be SEEN. </span><br />
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provide for the living of the average jacks. They want results. They
want to SEE results. They do not care how you do it. How you work way
up. Being wise and cautious sometimes just does not fit you in the
bullet train. Because it's moving so fast the other people want you to
get in faster. They want to SEE you get in quick. You might be quick
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">1. Too bad. I saw you sitting doing nothing this morning. "But I have completed the orders last night (I didn't get enough sleep). I have done my part. You don't see?" - in your mind. Bad worker you are. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">2. "I love you! Take a look, surprise (gift)!" Yay love you too! Some time later - I am not sure if you really meant it when you said that. (It's just a gift) Thanks though. "But but..I worked day and night everyday to get this for you, I want you to be happy. Not being materialistic but it's a gift I meant to give and express love. I worked towards it." - in your mind and backdrop. Bad lover you are.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">These two examples have no relation with whatsoever experience I have gone through but for at least what I've seen. It also applies here - I would only be able to write and talk about things which I have seen for myself. Never seen never knew never felt. Unless it's a feeling you want to pen out first and then make it seen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">So, what people see also have impact in what they say or do. And think. Judgements, thoughts, selections, respect, appreciation and the list goes on they are all based on what people see in an obvious light. Because people could not care for what they do not see. Because they do not know and they would not even know that they do not know. Making things worse are people are ignorant for they are already oblivious. It does not stop right at ignorance it's the choice to believe in only what they see, saw and seen. Forgive those tend to make decisions fast based on what they see minimally due to their lack of knowledge and exposure in the particular field. But to forgive those ignorant and stubborn? Maybe not stubborn, something (let's not use the word "worse" because it is judgmental) more in a state of unwillingness to see/hear what they do not believe. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">In short, there are people (whom in my eyes do so) who refuse to accept opinions. Not changes. Changes take place with time. It does take time for somebody to accept new systems and development. But in this case opinions in form of varying actions and thoughts. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">~ You are kind and caring. You take care of your friends and families. But to some friends and some people, you look like you don't care. Because either you don't often show your care, or your words don't show or they just never had never seen you care for them. "You are not kind and caring." The first statement is about you. The latter statement is the "truth" in the minds of many. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">~ You are hardworking and wise with your decision making to make things work. You work hard to make ends meet. Be it at work, at home or with relationships. But to many, you look like you are not so bothered and actually not care about anything. Like bad apple, you just sit and watch the world burn. Because you remain calm and cool in tight situations. Because you are heavily thinking and trying to work out some proper plans and actions to be executed. Because you kinda look bad-ass. "You are not hardworking and you don't care." It is stated about your true nature. But what people see is you being nonchalant, shoddy and tardy. Then it makes you feel like you rather just be like bad apple - being treated the same way if you ever tried to work harder.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">They say to just be yourself. There's numerous ways to look at this. I list two. One is let loose; be natural and do or say whatever you intend to - which leads to personal satisfaction and not holding back. Second, admit it that there is nothing real or true in nature and practical with being oneself in <i>this</i> reality. The world will be a very harmonious place to live in if everybody is true to themselves and others. This reality does not look like it haha. In this competitive line of living people are to project themselves in a way that they impress people. Impression and expression. Then action. Of course results ultimately. So these values are all used as means to achieve up to the benefit. Unfortunately, these values portrayed are most probably untrue of the person. But true and definitely effective. Because not everyone will like you being yourself. Let's say you're annoying, perverted, noisy, too quiet or fat; yeah includes inferior values. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">True values are only required to be shown only at home with your loved ones. So they can nourish you with motivational words when the outside world just won't accept you. Unless it's pure charity. People are still people. Do first regret later. Just a little short side note; especially in relationships - people chase for ideal styles and possibly untrue values but seem so great to not to take the "offer"</span>. <span style="font-size: x-small;">And then people show true values <i>when they are home - see? Oh no I hatechiuuuu</i></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I'd believe the social media has played a very large part in this matter of being seen and being recognized. You will be liked, praised and hailed as "godly" good or cool if you know the ways and the so-called tricks (formally known as intelligent marketing and promoting). But you will never be known if they don't see evidence. I don't know... I guess social networking has become more of like a popularity contest indirectly and unknowingly. Settings for yourself are good for filtering your feed. Whereas the general setup is implemented more to cater for the rich and famous. Rich in love, love for ..anything; wealth, wealth of knowledge, experience, tricks (aha), credit; oh yeah fans. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The seemingly corrupted, fast-moving and greedy world has churned out a result of people becoming more time-consumed, even self-consumed and materialistic. "Materialize" - coming into form which you can see. The little things that may matter more like care, kindness, humility, generosity, health and etc. are not really in the list of to-dos. If they are, they are of low priority or pressed too deep into storage. Yep, that's the point. So consumed with what you want to see. In the end when you don't see yourself up there you jump down. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">That will be a whole new lot of issues to be written upon which I am not in the course of performing it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">People = you + me + them. This is also based on what I have seen. I tried to set up an outlook so that I could write from that point of view.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Basically it happens with anyone including you and me. Perception. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">My personal advice and serving as a reminder for myself too is that we can always keep our beliefs strong. We can also open up to opinions. Keep composed and accept that there are definitely different points of views. Not to disregard and disrespect. Because what you believe in is based on what you saw. What you are about to listen or see is of a different belief. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">This advice is meant to keep ourselves strong and faithful in ourselves wisely. Because I have come across situations in which people just lose hope. Because people do not believe in them. Because people do not see what they want to see in them. Keep steady rather than regressing into self-inflicted disillusionment and being unrealistic.</span></div>
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JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-25099508318918569922013-03-20T01:44:00.002+08:002013-03-21T00:02:12.361+08:00107. Walk This Road and That, Oh The Other..<div style="text-align: right;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Treat this as like reading 3-4 posts at a time. Like forcing<span style="font-size: x-small;"> l<span style="font-size: x-small;">arge</span></span> siewmai and wantan into your mouth at once.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">What's up, world? Can't say folks. Much folks folkin' in the work
environment which keeps me matured. Can't say old. They were once young
hearts whippin' and trippin' down the ages of gold. So no we don't get
boring wise men tales. Instead, we get high energy seasoned wise men
joyful experiences in form of reminiscence. In years to come we would be
doing that, to your kids to your papa and mama. Or right, just your
friends or colleagues from all ages. What about it? Whole lotta life experiences.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">That's the road I am treading on. Just like how my father and I would do (I learn from him) during walks in the gardens or Sunday exercises. He would pick up large twigs, medium-sized branches or dangerous stones and rocks off the common paths of walk. He didn't build a house of rock en' roll. He made the paths safe for himself and others to <span style="font-size: x-small;"><u>w</u></span>alk on. So you and your grandmother won't trip on them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Why did I follow in that? So you and your grandmother won't trip on them while walking that path. Or the little kids that would be trippin' to tell their grandchildren in 6 decades time that they be trippin' on rocks and rolled down the hills because the path was rocky. So is his life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Simple habit but makes the difference.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Back on this road. That is an exact analogy literally which I am referring to as what I do if this living. I haven't lived to tell all my stories but along the way, like this pit stop; that I pick up experiences from others and myself to live this living. It's my style of balance. Some would do it all by themselves, kudos. Some dependent all the way, not bad.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Scroll down and you see some gloomy posts which summed up a pretty ugly experience. Scroll more or travel along the past years you see colourful forgings of life. My genes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Let me give you an insight which I am thinking of right now...let's just put it like this, if you're reading my blog and somehow gets to read more in the near future maybe in some regular fashion; that means I am still sane. Sane as to having a regular good feelin' living. Two other extremes mean either I'm over-enjoying life I delete this blog, the other means I am as dead as close to dead mentally or physically. Has happened hahaha.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Great update here. I am no longer employed in Air Asia already yer know? Yes you know. If you don't know you don't give a fudge I don't give a fudge either haha. My tenure as a junior technician there lasted 1 year and 14 days. Unemployed for 3 days. Even moved to a new place already. Tadaa..started anew at somewhere which is not even one year old at that time. But was actually developed from a section of AIROD under NADI. And NADI owns a part of Malindo Air. oops free advertisement. Fresh.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">There I am employed as a Technician distinguished from junior techs. So this road I walk leads me to a career which I have conceived as a life filler. Nah..it's not to fill my life. It's a found passion. Still inspired by flying which I have put aside. Future hasn't said no to flying. Good luck to me in this new company. I will grow with it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I am going reverse chronological a little. Am I? Yes I am with a vortex. So yeah. On Facebook I have posted a photo album of fun and fun-filled experiences which basically summarizes what I have done in the recovery period of a no-no situation and it's a 21-years-old boy wake-up call. I wasn't on the line for storytelling so let pictures give some hints, they will do. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">September 28-29 - Happy Birthday KY - haha he wasn't around and it wasn't a celebration for him - <b>Langkawi</b> (with Jonathan, Ah Hooi and EMC and and Mr. Shaun) . It was a one day getaway to the island and its beautiful beach. Far away from anything cruel and 'life' threatening.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">October 5-6 - <b>Danok, Thailand</b> (with Shahrul, Aidil and Hafis - My AirAsia colleague friends) . It was a staff discounted flight ticket to Alor Setar and then hopping onto Aidil's car (it's his hometown) to head to the border town of Sadao. Sawadeeee--kapp.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">November 6-9 - <b>Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon), Vietnam</b> (with Leon Lui and Chia) . An employee coupon-based ticket which is free of charge (but still pays airport taxes) out of Malaysia! It's been 14 years since traveling out of country, which was Japan and Hong Kong. I know we can discuss and talk about travels to no end. So I have to keep it simple. It's Vietnam, one of the Indochinese countries filled with culture and lifestyles that are very much different from the usual.. The city is of course the same but the people are different. Ok..what? Let's just motives are the same but the way of living is different. Beautiful place. Beautiful ladies. hmm..ahem.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vietnamese coffee, honey, ginger, bee pollen, shell lacquerware, coconut candy and handcrafts</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">November 18 - <b>Allianz Penang Bridge International Marathon 2012</b> (with Ah Hooi, Kent, Kacee, Flora, Alan, Wei Wen and the rest of the world) . It's a freak show. It's a leap of faith. It's a non-sensible thing. We asked ourselves before the run, "did we really sign up for this? gosh it's..." full marathon (42.195 km). </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">December 2-3 - <b>Ulu Yam Forest Recreational Family Day</b> (with Air Asia colleagues and some of their family members) . It's located at along the way to Genting Highlands. Natural and beautiful. Unperturbed of the busy cities. It's just fun and serenity. Spending great time which made me (more) into missing my workmates. But play is play. Our activities were paintball, BBQ, river swim, water rafting, Flying fox and people-friendship bonding. A midnight activity out of the place too; hot spring bath.woo yeah. And Batu Caves. Thanks to Timothy and Shan for bringing me there. My first time and such a great opportunity to tour with them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">December 14 - Signs out of the office - "Now Everyone Can Fly"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">December 17 - Signs in to the new office HUAT AHHH hahahah</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Seems like a time warp and distortion between fantasy and reality. Smile if you agree. Continue breathing if you're bothered. Several months have passed. It's freaking the third month of the year already. I'd say good things have happened. Joy to the world. Joy to myself and people around.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">But there's one occurrence I would like to share cryptically. Because it has some meanings. Some meanings which breathed more life into my living. There's this girl I met a few months ago. A friend of friends. Make friends this way is cool actually. You get a hawk's eye view lol.haha.nonsense. And we started talking a lot one time right in between my transition period of switching companies. I reckon we have gotten quite close from time to time. Of many sharing and company. No guessing please. It's not even cryptic it's vague hah.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">There's this sort of magic that exist in life that you don't even expect it coming or even possible. Which brings souls coming together or apart. And there's this opportunity to meet her somewhere at the crossroads connecting everywhere to everywhere. I make plans which only work when they fall together. Just like the maps I draw before I set on any journey to new places. So I did it, I met her there. It's a once in a while thing that one would do with no regrets and if it brings joy and smiles, why not. So back to Earth. Life goes on. When she reads and understands this she would laugh heh. This goes for her. She's a girl with a heart the size at least of Earth. She's a great young woman. She's a flower.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">After all, it's just an</span> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=URGORB-B5Z4" target="_blank">ordinary world</a></span></span>, <span style="font-size: x-small;">I would follow up on it and see
where the river flows where the wind blows where the sun shines at
where I would be brought to.</span>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Much more joy for two of my colleagues. Newly weds they are ^^ . </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Firdaus and Nurul. Didn't have a good picture of them but it's on Facebook..so I show you door gifts haha. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Haris and Nur Afiqah. Can see..nah not going to show them close-up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">That's all folks, of the world, young and old, happy or grumpy. I just made you readers sleepy. Now where the <span style="color: #cc0000;">Brainscrew</span> and <span style="color: #cc0000;">I<span style="font-size: x-small;">deals</span></span> themed blog posts have gone? Just so personal of late haha. Of late, I guess I have combined a little of <span style="color: #cc0000;">Ideals</span> into <span style="color: #cc0000;">Personal </span>it churns out something of something which is using me myself as the subject. Not quite of brainscrew at the moment. Catch up again we will. Tata.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Look...they were this. Rock gila. Salute to Hide (long gone but not forgotten). </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Well, click, load it, sit back and relax. Why not listen to something rather than read haha. At least before reading.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Glimpses of your life flash before your eyes. Or flashes of memory striking you through your dreams in your sleep. Maybe it's called a day dream.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Woke up early in the evening today at about 3pm. Nobody's at home. Brother and father to work. Mum went out to get her vegetarian needs. Stretch. Picked up the piece of fried egg on the dining table, heated it up and.. Munch. Swallowed and then prepared to cook tomyam instant noodle in soup. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />I'd never leave anywhere sound like it's so quiet. Or staying somewhere doing something in quietness. <br /><br />It's Beyond in the CD player. Out loud. While I have my 'breakfast'. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I know some of the cantonese lyrics as they are still chinese but still not at its whole. So well, the meanings. Nostalgic, sentimental and with life adventures. Anyway, it's cool and somehow just feeling timeless when you listen to songs written and performed by someone already long gone on earth. Let me name a few who came into my mind as they were very far away when they left. Ka Kui (Beyond), Layne (Alice in Chains), Kurt Cobain (Nirvana), Hide (X-Japan), Lennon (Beatles) and of course Hendrix himself. ok wtf there's a lot actually. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Lots of soul searching went through my mind as I listened to music, had my noodle and read the newspaper. Senses somehow separated themselves cleverly. That's not my point but.. a lot have happened lately. Wonder why I keep saying them but readers would not know what on earth happened exactly for me? I gave you jottings of notes of them in previous posts haha. That's also not important in this post. I rather keep them vague and sublime. Yes they happened. And past. And over. So it is today which I come back here to reflect "silently" by being urm "lyrical." There it was I wrote about what to expect under the video at the top of this post. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Sometimes we wish we could turn back time. It never happens. Sometimes we wish we could start all over anew. Sometimes maybe. Sometimes we wished that we have never started it at all. Not all. I don't. I am always a believer of what's done is done. I will live with it. I will be fine. That's the path carved and it will stay. Plus side, there are sweet memories everywhere. Etched. Not scarred. <br /><br />Life visuals came down cast upon my mind today. Occurred several times through out the day. Even a small nap before I started typing on this. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Just thought that why don't we leave the bad experiences behind tell them be good and keep quiet. They could be rejections, accidents, failures or just some certain bad hair days. Never tried never knew. So now we know. That's the bright side. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Forget what they've wronged us. Forget what we've broken. Forget the reasons they happen. But keep in heart that one very reason in the first place they can actually happen. Because we chose and decided to start them anyway. No regrets.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">On my separation of me and "in a relationship with.." I could say a thousand words. I could sing many songs just to reflect on it. I think they don't matter. The songs only serve for that very moment you sing it. Come listen to good music. This one serves only for the moment. <span style="background-color: orange; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YaghhoS6Df8">John Petrucci - Lost Without You</a></span></span> .lol. There are some songs which are not for the moment but rather general or for the revival period. haha</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">So rather than singing them out. I chose to walk on. Move on. Like it never happened? A little. Like a loop travel. It's in my head. But rather than keep wondering why are they flashing in your mind and burning in the heart, I look forward and do what I am supposed to do. Live this living like a strong good man.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">It's been 4 years and about 5 months since I started this blog. woo</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Just 4 years. Sounds long? Or fast. But one thing for sure, heck whole lotta things have happened; for the bad and for the good.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">When good things take place the speed of life seems to be irregular. Happiness and excitement all make us feel good and seemingly like we're living the best out of our lives.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">When bad things come; it felt like the train is slowing down. You gotta run for your life. From cabin to cabin searching for the missing item. In and out of the train as it is still slow looking for something to mend life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Moving on from something bad is tough. Sounds and looks easy. Supposed to be easy. It is oneself who makes it so hard to wake up from the knock-down. It's a matter of time, mind and mind-activity.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Time heals in a way. Memory lapses and new experiences to overwrite if only one is willing not to keep thinking back. Mind; it's all in the mind. No one can let go of bad experience so easily. It's a scar. Mind-activity; keep it active with other plans and events help one to move on and not just sit in one place recalling how deep the scar was.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Oh.. bad things. I mean failures and setbacks, from life, love, career and any other possible endeavour in the living. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">It's easy to plan to let go and forget about what had happened. But it's not easy to execute it. We are all so full of emotions. Buddha made it clear...we all screwed ourselves anyway. Anyway it's a journey of enlightenment altogether or along the way. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Failures are bound here and there anywhere. Small or large the scale it depends on how one takes it. Failing a study subject might make someone cry but might not even move the other. Or the duration of disappointment; one might get over the failure within the following day but one might hold on to it for months until success comes or die. In short, it varies with people.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Personally, a love relationship with a certain someone just failed me. I didn't fail it. There are many factors on why it is hard for me to let go. Most obvious reason is being that it was my first love. And that might be the prime factor leading to more reasons of this heartache.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">It's an awful and overnight devastation. It just happen so abruptly. One day I was talking with her the next day she left. I guess feelings come and go real quick. Like a needle jabs. Effect is long lasting.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />Why did I do that? I love her so much. My feelings for her are overwhelming..anyone who breaks up would say this..it is just true when you lose something you will express it the most. It's not that we don't appreciate when we have the person in our life; we're so broken we begged for them not to leave. The same feeling.</span>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />Because I have done so much, at least just for her if not for us. I do not like to sound like I'm bragging but I have to admit that I have really put so much effort and poured much "blood, sweat and tears" along the way. There were hiccups no doubt of tiredness and other commitments. Given and taken.</span>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />I was not given a chance to meet her to set matters straight, let alone talking to her properly over the phone. Well, she's too busy with her work. Bravo.</span>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />I believed our relationship was intruded. Trying everyday ever since not to believe it. No, I don't like that gentleman trying out his luck on my lady. I don't know if it bore fruit or even if he has no intentions. It certainly reinforced the barrier that already had existed between me and her. The barrier that was distance and time-attention for her. It was not a long distant relationship. I drive to see her regularly if not very frequently. Judge it, 40km.</span>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />It made almost everybody going through this kind of dilemma looking like a fool as a result of desperation because nobody likes to accept the fact and get over it so quickly. I never gave up. Or should I have the instance I was told off?</span>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">It's this hard for me to let go even by a bit by bit. As advised by my friends I should not feel tempted to constantly stand by the feeling of rekindling the feelings. Yeah..who gives up so easily. A sudden loss. A void so abrupt. It takes a man to take the beating and be courageous enough to stand up again and continue the journey. Guess it applies similarly to other aspects in this living. The time does not stop ticking.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Am I willing to close the chapter and leave the book behind? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Nothing is real. No one is. Everyone is just pretentious. Even me myself. And the rest of the whole world. </span></div>
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You have to hide certain feelings. For good and for bad. Some neutral. </div>
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We don't feel or see the true motives anymore these days. Good or bad, we all have our very own agenda. Our own objectives. </div>
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Unfortunately, I don't have much to post nowadays. No progress in music making. Just simple sound recording using the phone. As I age as I mature I seem to keep more words to myself. More thoughts come to play which come into conflict with to-be spoken words. They leaked out of the brain halfway only to be swallowed through the mouth and throat. Gulp.</div>
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More things to take care. More issues to solve. More agenda to accomplish. Less time to spend. <br />
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Only natural. Manageable by only those who are strong enough to stand on a pair of legs.</div>
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</span>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-12382008224910430172012-02-11T00:58:00.004+08:002012-02-11T01:24:42.125+08:00103. Up and Down the Road of L<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Personal</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Previous post was written on the 14th of April. Let's just say 10 months ago. Felt like it'd been ages since I log in here to write something. But then again, looking at the date and the number it seems like only 10 months ago. Not even a year ago yet.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But in these 10 months thousands of hair strands have dropped. I think hahah.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Many things have had taken place.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I was only doing an industrial training at MAS. I am employed already as an aircraft technician at AirAsia. Hi Tony.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Several other things have changed. Physically not so. Emotionally a lot.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Feelings come and go. But certain feelings stay. And if you work hard enough and put faith into them they become everlasting. Certain maturity comes into play.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">{</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Digress a little...just like how you support a football club for years or forever</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> aha}</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You just never give up. What drives you not to give it up? Maturity, conscience and (at least) an eye for everlasting love in life.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">This living is a life in which we're living in. Time is ticking. The time starts moving since we're born into this world on planet Earth. It never stops. We never stop, breathing and living. So we're living it. We're living this time.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It stops ticking the moment our life ends. That's when we stop living.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Whatever we do, they are in this time. Spending time. Filling up the living.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Couldn't find the original song in youtube. So I link to someone's cover on Bob Dylan - I Feel A Change Comin' On</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N1pmvruS-_0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"></iframe></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Till then.<br /></span></div></div>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-68167617558990043312011-04-14T07:10:00.003+08:002011-04-14T08:42:36.387+08:00102. Football Spirit<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >Ideals/Personal</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">It's burning! It's your favourite team/club winning! It's a goal!<br /><br />It's footballllllll. In the US, they call it soccerrrrrrr.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">This post is an ideal concept conceived as perceived by me in view of the current style of supporting-your-"(favourite)"-football-team/club.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A fellow football sports fan/supporter once talked about something similar to what I intended to write on here. He talked about why certain people support or become fan of certain football clubs - one of the critical reason is seeing your favourite player playing in it. Fair enough, a lot of us football lovers have some kind of heroes in the game to look forward to in watching the games.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Here in this footballing post, supporter is approximately equivalent to fan. Fan is defined here as someone more loud and hardcore as compared to being a supporter who merely supports the sports and the games. I, myself is a football and an Arsenal supporter (slightly fan). I enjoy any football games but only reserved time mostly to watch my favourite club play. I love the footballing spirit. I genuinely find footballing is a great sports activity and a team-based game altogether.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Tell me what you know about footballing when you shout, "MANU ROCKS! CHELSHIT GO TO HELL!". Nah, don't tell me about histories or how the ball came into play.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And corruption spoils the game totally. Especially the spirit. People with money and power to manipulate games really put the game in the limelight of disgrace and disappointment. I believe most football players hate game fixing They may lost all the games they play in their life but buying your way up the podium is just not football. You may as well go to the casino and gamble or fix your way through to earn cold hard cash.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So do tell me about how the teams play strategies or how the player play the ball the next time you shout, "ARSENAL FOR THE WIN!". There must be a reason why they put up the banner, "Giggs has been tearing you apart since $%^&*". Sorry, fellow Arsenal fans I support football totally so any team which plays well I'd like to watch and savour.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Let me brief you on the types/styles of fans in my opinion generically. It's typically EPL teams or Barcelona.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(not in any order of atrocity)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">1. Die-hard fans good version - These are the fans who support fully their favourite team since whatsoever age for whatsoever reason. They do not condemn other teams. They concentrate only in their favourite team.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">2. Die-hard fans bad version - Ditto the first sentence of no. 1 description. They condemn the other teams because they only love their favourite team. They only support the other team when that team is playing to bring down an opponent team which is a major threat to their favourite team in the standing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">3. Bus-thirds - So-called fans who only expressed their support to show that they are supporting the correct team which is usually the team which wins a lot. Who does not really watch football. Non-sensical actually, omit this but situation exists.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">4. Common bus-thirds - Fans who picked the best team which is usually the team which wins a lot - ok kudos for knowing the history and so you picked an all-time winner team. And watch not much of football. Reason slightly similar to no.3 which intention is to be "correct" in choosing a favourite team.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">5. Footballer fans - This is rather a subcategory for no.1 and no.2. These fans they play football. They know football. They enjoy football. Their reason in choosing their favourite team depends on the no.1 or no.2 category they fall in.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">6. Non-football fans - This accompanies no.5. They do not play football. They may or not know about football. But they enjoy football, because this falls under either no.1 or no.2 ~diehard.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">7. Neutral creeps - They might still be analysing on which team to pick and make it their favourite. If not, then they are just enjoying the game. Good thing these people do not make a fuss when watching. Everything looks normal or cool if there is a goal.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">8. Neutral creeps version 2 - They analysed and they picked the team which they think plays properly or skillfully or amusing. They join in the fun of supporting spirit. Other time, they remain nonchalant.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(this categorizing and condemning of fans are based on my observation opinionatedly - come on I don't have the right to say you don't have the right to support I just think your football spirit and mine are different)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I reserve no. 9 and no. 10 to be described shortly after this brief intermission. No.9 and no.10 have good football spirit but not necessarily the best because die-hard fans hold their spirit highest among all.haha. And no.9 and no.10 are description-modified versions of no.1 and no.2 die-hard categories. I mean they could be die-hard too but their reason are defined precisely.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">9. Experience-based - One might have went to watch the to-be favourite team play before. Or met any of the players before. Or just that the TV somehow seemed to show the particular team play when it is switched on. This could be due to his/her die-hard fan father or brother. So this know-nothing person picks up from there. Or by playing video games. These are also basically results of luck.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">10. Player/material-based - Handsome player. Handsome coach lol. Good samaritan player. Beautiful jerseys. Amazing advertisement. ok la super skillful player. Very subjective. Definitely not of pure football spirit but surely somehow or rather, develops into it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Hopefully that's all. ~"bola sepak - raja sukan".</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hp9cEYLsJxcn9Tv_ENgiuXyd4MIcIQTeQe_jD-bJP3DgJHpuk7dF3QYi4QtNUHfGoWpRZvZovS6HLA_qk8j2twr3rZMZBJgBq1kpQKCDzGQudscMQ6fLq2a7K8iV8qZri18QQE1yGiA/s1600/o1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hp9cEYLsJxcn9Tv_ENgiuXyd4MIcIQTeQe_jD-bJP3DgJHpuk7dF3QYi4QtNUHfGoWpRZvZovS6HLA_qk8j2twr3rZMZBJgBq1kpQKCDzGQudscMQ6fLq2a7K8iV8qZri18QQE1yGiA/s320/o1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595232082352882674" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">About my style of supporting: I'm a combination of no.9 and no. 10. A bit of this and that from them. This is how I come to supporting Arsenal FC as I can remember. On experience-based I agree with my brother claiming that somehow we just chose that team to play in a video game. Ok respect, Winning Eleven it's a good football video game. So from there, we learn the names of the players and associate with their football matches we watch occasionally on TV.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Let me recall, there are Pires, Kanu, Wiltord, Ljungberg, Bergkamp, Seaman, Henry...a handful of great players which I can recall. Notice that these players I just mentioned are not in the club anymore.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Henry is great. And then before World Cup 2002 I heard that Zidane is great. So I became a fan of Les Bleus, the France team. This is no.10 style of football spirit.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">These players are not performing anymore. At least not for Arsenal or France anymore but I still continue to support them. This has become a result of development of footballing spirit. A reasoned and seasoned one. I really respect people who tell me about how good Manchester United players play their spirit and their winning legacy and they are downright the most rightful fans of Manchester United. And because I was and still is partially a Red Devil supporter. How these people came about to support the Busby Boys are not generally important anymore. It's the spirit.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ_dQBKqsSbxtVzxq-yHHPzsKZEw9bxJiZnauAbiBywCZL1goMu-jAqvnT44K0eSIk0CD9qHiQCUpG-kn1BgXeG0diupz6NKYJr7VXnIpU9W9ulKIE_I-8rtgcDrjCH0V6cdCql_LTkjQ/s1600/o2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ_dQBKqsSbxtVzxq-yHHPzsKZEw9bxJiZnauAbiBywCZL1goMu-jAqvnT44K0eSIk0CD9qHiQCUpG-kn1BgXeG0diupz6NKYJr7VXnIpU9W9ulKIE_I-8rtgcDrjCH0V6cdCql_LTkjQ/s320/o2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595232089320778786" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">To be honest, I'm never die-hard. I just might sound like one because supporting becomes interesting and exciting during get-togethers for football watching.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />ok there had been countless mentions of the word "football spirit". That is it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJzNoWbkfH5sT6R88TiBRVtZxfoYqR6YhvVU5tsvr50KXrKeXCvxM6hphN3z_qvrfTGojnShTgIFKKft4YfqKJYQE1Jeo3KHX2VmMekL-aYHPP-EK8x7zFBaaTGEyFubsp_qNIPg1g10/s1600/o3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJzNoWbkfH5sT6R88TiBRVtZxfoYqR6YhvVU5tsvr50KXrKeXCvxM6hphN3z_qvrfTGojnShTgIFKKft4YfqKJYQE1Jeo3KHX2VmMekL-aYHPP-EK8x7zFBaaTGEyFubsp_qNIPg1g10/s320/o3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595232092933936226" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Do you know who this player is? He is Jared Borgetti who plays for Mexico.<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">[photos taken from googling]</span><br /></div>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-23218353827213545642011-02-16T17:00:00.000+08:002011-02-16T18:41:25.638+08:00101. Kickstart Fitness + The 4th String Ensemble<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Personal/Ideals</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">This post is supposed to be written a few weeks ago or so in the month of January. But it's mid-February already. Doesn't matter so much. But the feel is lost a little. Mundane.<br /><br />So there are ambitions there are dreams there are daydreams there are goals and targets. We all have one or more. I have all but I am flexible about how I achieve. With bad discipline and irregular consistency. Wise man says, "you can't go far like that". But I want to enjoy as much living in my own most interesting ways. Successful people might say, "you ain't enjoying like that because you ain't achieving - you're just playing around - no commitment".<br /><br />I was plain and goalless. I only breathed and functioned like fated. I realised fate is just a word to convince the unfortunate that someone out there caused the unfortunate. It's still a practical word but I rather not live on that. I stood up and grabbed my own puppet strings and orchestrate me myself.<br /><br />But this current living ~ the 21st century modern civilisation on Earth is fast and competitive. I just started to like a couple of things/activities and it seems that the best thing for me to do now is enjoy the passion, support and take them as hobbies only. I succumbed to a lot of these lost dreams.<br /><br />I would also say to myself that it's never too late to start. Yes it's never too late to start and be good in it but never in the top level. Cos like I said this current world is fast and competitive. At my age, I'm no more of that productivity/standard-be-able-to-achieve level of performance.<br /><br />Cos I just started liking them it's like new found passion. But yes, it's never too late to take them up and for practise. But not of competition level anymore. I will leave that to my dreams or start my children young on them great activities. I don't want them to be idle like how I used to be some 5-10 years ago. I don't blame my parents. Parents are not to be blamed. The best thing for them to do is exposure and encouragement and that's only if they are aware of it. They are not wrong at all. The negative part is when they force, that is when they are overzealous in seeing their kids doing what they want to see the kids doing. Thumbs down.<br /><br />But thumbs up for my parents for the average living (in malay, we call it kesederhanaan) I was brought up in. I get to explore by myself albeit a little too late or slow for myself. But I enjoy it nevertheless. I think having fun is the most important factor no matter what people say. It's a personal level. But let there be some knowledge and genuine passion. Not as a means.<br /><br />What I meant, I really love:<br />1. Football / Sports<br />2. Playing music<br /><br />I am very interested in:<br />3. Mixed martial arts<br /><br />I am keen on/I can do it:<br />4. Bodybuilding - fitness<br /><br />But I ain't like competing in no.4 - but Arnold is really bizarre.<br /><br />Marathon is the new entry in to the category of no. 1. These are all really motivation-based activities.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisohkoMOUos_zLV9nX_XAoejX62ElTP_GXcSnzlljT4pVJI3vKljaiZvMfPEXLmB531btcpUR1Ge1qhCAavMnzmp3f0NYEfbSfXyOnIabIvMshzNz1A3l7xWq5hWGWrfwnRP9THEBmKOc/s1600/mara.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisohkoMOUos_zLV9nX_XAoejX62ElTP_GXcSnzlljT4pVJI3vKljaiZvMfPEXLmB531btcpUR1Ge1qhCAavMnzmp3f0NYEfbSfXyOnIabIvMshzNz1A3l7xWq5hWGWrfwnRP9THEBmKOc/s320/mara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574221621007055330" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Usually these activities are not to be done alone because results are vital and it's natural to compare either to a standard or your partner only we see and encourage improvements.<br /><br />So yes, I will expose my future children to sports. It's a must... it's healthy and always good. Music, it's healthy and always good - certain music must not apply. Martial arts, always healthy and good. Bodybuilding, it's up to him/her after I show him/her my body lol gyahahaha.<br /><br />This is the self-recorded and self-standard physical status record.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Height:</span> 164 cm<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Weight:</span> 55 kg<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Chest:</span> 34 inches<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Biceps:</span> 11.5 inches<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Thighs:</span> N/A (nah don't really train on this - only running and simple weight curls)<br /><br />Run<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Distance:</span> 5 km<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Time:</span> 29 minutes<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Average speed:</span> 10.2 km/h<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Presses (for chest)</span> - 10kg each arm<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Curls (for biceps)</span> - 7.5kg each arm<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Push-ups (flat)</span> - 21 times<br /><br />(As of starting of the year - January/February 2011)<br /><br />I did 1.5km runs too. The best I did during school days was about 9-10minutes. A recent record during the training for marathon I did about 8 minutes. And the most recent which was a few days ago I did ..the handphone application screwed up.<br /><br />fakaladingdong it was about 7-8 minutes already after a distance of 1.4km so I pushed faster to get a better time. I swear to whatever freaking god out there I ran 300 metres already the distance still shows 1.4 and it's past 10 minutes.<br /><br />I believe the application lags sometimes in the update of number. It might update when the distance becomes 1.6 or so in line with the time recorded. It's just that I want the time particularly for 1.5km it disappointed me.<br /><br />This was probably my best record so far <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://youareinmydream.blogspot.com/2010/11/98-progress-run-3-rekindled.html">http://youareinmydream.blogspot.com/2010/11/98-progress-run-3-rekindled.html</a></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />My 2 hours and 58 minutes in my first 21km marathon is satisfactory but I am very disappointed that I took a freaking 1 hour 20 minutes for the 9.3km mark. Shame wei..own training record was so good at about 30-40 minutes for 6-7 km. It's like another 3km took another 40 minutes.<br /><br />Ok end of fitness. Next up, my guitar.<br /><br />I left my guitar at home since going down to KL so I've not played it for 4 weeks. But I found guitars everywhere in almost every crew room at my workplace. So, I get to play a bit of acoustic.<br /><br />My thinnest string snapped and broke just after 3 days I resumed playing (got it back down here at KL after the cny fest). Got whipped while I was tuning it. Duno why maybe that part which broke was corroded thin already or just weakened by extensive bend of the part of the string.<br /><br />And since I don't used to change one string only at a time I decided to change the first 3 strings instead of changing all of them since my 4th, 5th and 6th strings are still in a very good condition and I like em gauges 30 44 and 52.<br /><br />So, I got this...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSkYG48J0gDqG7kzO2DDccRgcBiJO26l7EZ5fQ7LWl8tVV8HpYvgn5-PdFSkcOqX0iTXG4eZ7x-I5WNq2N37u6QfaXprx3hW_P0qEdW7kf0sgBIO9YfJJ7bk_c9mczKcw3dEOf8cKeEc/s1600/mara3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSkYG48J0gDqG7kzO2DDccRgcBiJO26l7EZ5fQ7LWl8tVV8HpYvgn5-PdFSkcOqX0iTXG4eZ7x-I5WNq2N37u6QfaXprx3hW_P0qEdW7kf0sgBIO9YfJJ7bk_c9mczKcw3dEOf8cKeEc/s320/mara3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574221626012920098" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Dunlop Med/Heavy - Gauges 11 14 17 28 38 50<br /><br />It's the first time my 1st 3 thin strings increase in gauge. I had been using 10 13 17. So I combine them old GHS Boomers GBTNT 30 44 52 and Dunlop 11 14 17 and give it a reality check.<br /><br />Result:<br />I love it.<br /><br />A broader and slightly mellow tone is produced. This in my opinion is the result of a complete heavier range of string gauge. Standard range is 10 13 17 26 36 46 I think which is quite thin compared to the ones I am using.<br /><br />The mellowness is ideal as I love to have lower muddy tones in my playing, be it upbeat or dark songs. Especially metal or metal-based style of songs I like to play them in more crunchy and juicy tone. So in my opinion I can get that sound with heavier gauges.<br /><br />Cos my Tele tone is already naturally thin, I get these thicker strings to beef it up. It works, at least to my ears and heart haha.<br /><br />I mentioned slightly mellow because I still feel that it's quite bright which is not bad because it still sounds great in any kind of songs I try to play.<br /><br />So, that's all about my 4th purchase of strings set.<br /></span></div>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-78905348317862270932011-01-23T19:30:00.002+08:002011-01-24T23:22:11.586+08:00100. New Year Review (pig-o-1-1)<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Ideals/Personal</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">There goes.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">People grow old and older. Most friends of mine of who are of my age are hitting 21 this year. I just hit 2o years old 4 months ago anyway.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">When you were young, you just grow and learn. Whatever hap</span><span style="font-size:85%;">pened seemed to be like yesterday's wrongdoings and lessons learnt. When you have matured whatever happened seemed like regrets and "I wish I could turn back time" scenarios. But whatever happens it's only for this life.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm not sure if I'm the only one but I reckon, most people if not every body feels similarly the way I thought I feel. We keep learning and we keep updating (according to our environment or adapting to worldly living trend) how we feel and that's how people change and grow more mature or to understand living towards betterment.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Life is an overrated word. Really.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwgVAWKbHuQccO34VWzElnnDYsKCwjXZ4JcM84reURIPHlA5XI4i1rwEoMRot1UJu-5o_MEjIAp4O4ZmNSH0-tBKjvUt_fuHiPSj97UrCYexIPhoj0wbQ9JsbguMVoF05PLqbBkRh7hKQ/s1600/ff7pc.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwgVAWKbHuQccO34VWzElnnDYsKCwjXZ4JcM84reURIPHlA5XI4i1rwEoMRot1UJu-5o_MEjIAp4O4ZmNSH0-tBKjvUt_fuHiPSj97UrCYexIPhoj0wbQ9JsbguMVoF05PLqbBkRh7hKQ/s320/ff7pc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565346548383957170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">It's a battle of HP and MP with a limit break. You hit when it's your turn.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">If you're expecting me to review on my life events and activities like I used to then you are slightly not accurately correct. I have too much to write about myself for a self-obsessed ordinary lad. So I'm dedicating this review as a review of my blog. Should I include the exclamation mark? Like, "I'm dedicating this review to my blog!". Then ^.^ then XP and ;D</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Life was good. "And it will always be good" till it ends one fine day. For those living in fear under a collapsed roof, hiding from militants, suffering from suicide bombers, starving without food for your baby, oppressed by your drunk father... I express my sympathy. If there only exist Superman or Batman superheroes alike and many of them in "clones" everybody can say "life IS good".</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So, plainly as I am and was I was a carefree young teenager who worked 26 days just to feel a little better as a person who wants to work hard and earn money for himself. He joins his two close friends to Botanical Gardens there almost everyday for fun and fitness. In April, there was this Hikathon in Penang hills and also the establishing of this blog.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">He likes to dream and he always do. Critical acclaim for daydreaming - No-ball Lifetime award. So he named the url with the statement "you-are-in-my-dream". It's definitely a statement. Anyways, it applies to almost everyone because somewhat I dream at some point of everyone whom I met or knew some point. Ah of course if that's that simple I can even name it I-like-your-body like wouh, beautiful ladies and sexy. But no. Understood. At least for my crushes/infatuations who walked in reality.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So as expected from me in the earlier days circa 2005 - 2009 I sound gloomy and dark in most of writings. I didn't have to post how sad I was or how angry I was with anything. I just have all the time in the world to write about the world from the sightglass of my eyes and the unfiltered audio line-in of my ears. Then I don't use my mouth to express so much. Unbrushed contaminants might spoil communication. So I write (read: type).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It's easy, I have compiled before to the sidebar of this blog. It's categorized under Philociples. And those Brain-screws are my favourite posts. They make no sense at all if I don't talk to you before about whatsoever keywords contained there. Even sometimes when I reread it it doesn't make any sense anymore. Changes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The lowest selection is a collection of an old blog. Yes blogging from me started way back in 2004/2005. But it was dull. Thinking back my life back in those years were really dull. I find no interest in recollecting them or to treasure anything. Bad.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">After that was an onset of silent emotional setbacks. It goes like this..my physical puberty was at about the age of 12 and then mentally at about 16. oops.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Flashforward please. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >2008</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So yeah, when I started this (dot)blogspot writing it was mostly activities filled posts. Positive negative it depended. I'm recommending this read <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://youareinmydream.blogspot.com/2008/04/booby-trap.html">BOOBy Trap</a>.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I checked back. I had some internal mental/emotional torture back then expressed in words. Haha glad those days were over - told you, the puberty of mental was late. Yer can see no sadness in me cos I'm really never sad. Common term is insane. I might be done with Schizophrenia. Maybe not the more I think of it I might as well become one with it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And then the start of tertiary education for most of us. So as some weird random posts. It feels funny when I browse through my old posts. I write stuffs which are really crazy as in get-f-off crazy. Not funny crazy or crazy crazy. I think this review is not going anywhere other than drifting into analysing how stupid crazy I sounded like.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">This is for my love for earthly revolution <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://youareinmydream.blogspot.com/2008/06/20-pangea-global-peace-forsaken-love.html">Pangea and Global Peace</a>.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And I think I write most of my best brain-screw "theses" around that time. With derivations from movies such as Dark Knight, James Bond and Watchmen later.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">99 posts are a lot to look through. I'm lost in my own review.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >2009</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> and </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >2010</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I admit mostly were activities. Because activities make blogs active. Because lately I don't have much to ramble on openly. The length to scroll for the list of year 2008 posts is like almost 1 foot. Year 2009 about 6inches plus. Year 2010 no need to scroll at all. That explains.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Blogging is like sports and bodybuilding. It's motivation-based. If you happen to have no one at all to read then I think it's really useless to write. But it's a modern world. We use blog as like some kind diary yeah journal. So if no one reads, who actually cares. Unless you're earning as a blogger you need traffic. As for me, close friends and random visitors do read/check/take a look from time to time so I'm glad I'm not alone. God is watching. I should add XD 0.0 :S</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I think the year 2009 passed quite fast. I mean it's year 2011 already and I still talking about 2 years ago. A bit vague.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Well, in 2009 I have already moved in to a rented house so there goes. Additional freedom to transport, food and et cetera infrastructure that is available. So I settled down. In the sense of activities. Cos you know you're going to be staying here longer than it was in hostel. I started doing some music stuffs.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Not exactly making music but yeah doing something with music. I record a little and mix a little. And experiment with certain songs. Filefactory used to host a media player - widget which I regularly uploaded songs into it. And then I did uploaded some of my mixing record work. It takes patience and the want to make the records sound clear and nice (smooth). And also for me, the basic ability to track the parts for editting..and..and..and..motivation to work further on them.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">As you can see there's one file in the filefactory but downloading it is not possible according to friends who tried. That's just an improvisation of guitar lead over a drum track. These are the likes of posts which I get very technical only existent after year 2009: <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://youareinmydream.blogspot.com/2010/10/95-snakes-in-rough.html">Snakey demo</a> - <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://youareinmydream.blogspot.com/2009/06/70-sound-hardware-transmission.html">Sound Techie</a> and many more others ..some about my guitar etc fun.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I find that the posts in year 2010 were mostly random and out of the blue. If I watched football and felt like talk about it then you get football post. Or music.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A LOT on sports and fitness towards the end. Ended nicely with my <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://youareinmydream.blogspot.com/2010/11/99-so-i-ran.html">marathon result</a>.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">My preview for the future.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">1. fitness records and reviews</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">2. music recordings and mixes</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">3. issues regarding earth and the government of gods</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">4. feelings</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Feelings, the last thing I would want to talk about. And you don't do that often do you. Ain't so emotional in open. I may as well cry to myself or to mummy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Because we have Facebook. It's more updating and it refreshes instantly. In a minute you're sad then the next you're happy after receiving a hug from a friend or your mama just called saying "don't worry". In blog case, you ain't wana spam your blog up to 1000 posts just for a collection "XD" "T.T" ";D" or "oOo" duno. this is still cooler \m/ it's even more cool in Yahoo! Chat. Ask Jon or Hooi. Signatory of "rock kapakkk" when the emoticon shouts.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't expect this long actually. It somehow has to be this long. It's natural.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So. The flowchart or graph will show a trend of increasing happiness through out my blog posts. And then stagnant and steady. That's a good sign. Maybe when I break up with a gf or divorce in the further future I might write a sad post like "I'm the bitch".</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So long so forth I wish you Happy New Year and happy new day for everyday you live you first wake up and realise that you're still breathing. That's more significant. So you won't regret the day the moment you lost something. You won't want to say I want to turn back time or I hate my life. I can hate my height (lol) but I don't because I am happy for what I am, have become and can change.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Coming up next: New Year Fitness Report/Record, Symphony of Destruction and many more.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" >.</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The title of this post is a "if you know the poetic value term", it's meant for hokkien speaking people to translate that one word then he/she will know whatever I meant to put it as. I mean the 'pig' word only.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Bless you.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" >Pearl Jam - Even Flow</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a1bxH4O0g4Q" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"></iframe></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Gladly listened in B fm 89.9 and identified through wsas91a.com radio.<br /><br /><br />[FFVII battle screenshot given by my brother.]<br /></span>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-24203553634078106522010-11-22T20:45:00.003+08:002010-11-22T23:57:10.831+08:0099. So, I Ran<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Personal</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm 20. And I ran my first marathon in my life. I mean, half marathon hah.<br /><br />Half marathon is 21km.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">It's from Queensbay until some distance pass the midspan of bridge and then u-turn back up to some distance near E-Gate. From there straight up to the place where the run started as finishing line.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Gruesome. Grueling. Groovy. G...on the spot.<br /><br />Pushing my own limits. Abusing my own feet as I pushed my soul harder. Never had this tough and long run before in my life. It was so mental. I had my heart doing most of the work by thinking of the support that I've had. emotional haha. I told my legs, "hold on don't give up you can do it". Sorry feet. It was a torture and nightmare.<br /><br />I totally underestimated the route on the map and the distance in number.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">It was endless as I saw the sea of heads and double the number, of legs heading towards blurry. It was so far that the cold, breezy and misty air had made a wall of clouding the vision of the journey. And then it rained god-like heavy.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm not sure if anyone caught me gulping the rainwater to drink. I think I was looking like goldfishes gasping for air. The rain played a very friendly role in cooling down tremendously my body to the point I didn't have to to keep going to the water station for hydration. Besides that, it's to be blamed for drenching my whole body. I threw away my socks halfway. It was a bad load soaking up so much water and kept getting rolled under my feet.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Push and push.<br /><br />This is it.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlaserI94gYG27wgLE-pef_O3o9aUoFUsOTeCMldkDh9EOJLrz7H4EwzpkKyz9d7HbpZDDuIx1KA-gYLcPTxvGQCb93jbvow35zJBiXaCj04BBnCX8iK0yXbHbSrMQE33-aKDGDNnZK8Q/s1600/mara.jpg"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlaserI94gYG27wgLE-pef_O3o9aUoFUsOTeCMldkDh9EOJLrz7H4EwzpkKyz9d7HbpZDDuIx1KA-gYLcPTxvGQCb93jbvow35zJBiXaCj04BBnCX8iK0yXbHbSrMQE33-aKDGDNnZK8Q/s1600/mara.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 64px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlaserI94gYG27wgLE-pef_O3o9aUoFUsOTeCMldkDh9EOJLrz7H4EwzpkKyz9d7HbpZDDuIx1KA-gYLcPTxvGQCb93jbvow35zJBiXaCj04BBnCX8iK0yXbHbSrMQE33-aKDGDNnZK8Q/s320/mara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542399314879437570" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />It was uploaded into the <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://www.penangmarathon.gov.my/portal/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=167:penang-bridge-international-marathon-2010-result-download">Penang Bridge International Marathon website</a>.<br /><br />I edited just for my part. Courtesy of PBIM.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Ah Hooi's 2nd time running this big event and he did it in 2 hours and 41 minutes time. Kudos. We survived too.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />More trainings on the way.<br /><br /><br />This is a picture of me with the finisher's medal.<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" >X</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nope, haven't uploaded.</span><br /></div>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-64599121932561825282010-11-18T02:00:00.001+08:002010-11-18T02:34:12.686+08:0098. Progress Run 3 ~Rekindled<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >Personal</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">References<br />Run 1 (30th October) - <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" ><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://youareinmydream.blogspot.com/2010/10/96-progress-run.html">http://youareinmydream.blogspot.com/2010/10/96-progress-run.html</a></span><br />Run 2 (14 October) - <a href="http://youareinmydream.blogspot.com/2010/11/97-progress-run-2-fail.html"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">http://youareinmydream.blogspot.com/2010/11/97-progress-run-2-fail.html</span></span></a><br /><br />Exercise Report/Summary<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Day:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Wednesday<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Date:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> 17th November 2010<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Time:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> 1900 hours<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Weather:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Cool and breezy<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Temperature:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> n/a<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Terrain:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Tarred road<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Location:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Nilai<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Traffic:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Rare<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Start:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Behind Block D<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Course:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Back and forth a single straight road between Block D and E<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Finish:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Behind Block D<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Start time:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> ~1900 hours<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Finish time:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> ~1940 hours<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Distance*:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> 6.3 km<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Time*:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> 37.22.64 mins<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Average speed*:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> 10.1 km/h<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Maximum speed*:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> 16.8 km/h<br /><br />[*recorded by my phone Fitness application]<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Remarks</span>:<br />1. The run started in the evening where the sun was setting. After the first 15 minutes the lamp posts became the only source of light for the road.<br />2. Road is wet after a course of drizzle an hour before.<br />3. The course is level; no uphills or downhills. Only back and forth a road of about 150m in length.<br />4. The wind is breezy and cool for most of the time which helped in cooling and providing positive airflow for breathing.<br />5. Pre-exercise diet: Water and half piece of bun from Cinnabon<br />6. Post-exercise diet: Some kolo mee from Kuching and less than 100ml of Soya milk. Dinner: Neslo and sandwich set (egg+meat+cheese+sausage+fries)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Comments:</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">This is the coolest ever run besides the events that I have participated in my life. Especially falling upset towards my previous training 4 days ago.<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I beat the Run 2's 2.9km in ~16 minutes (ahead by ~3minutes) and at least pushed further to beat Run 1's 5.7km in ~33 minutes (1 minute difference).<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> But I still can't believe it how good in form I was despite having improperly hydrated in the first run record because it was in the morning I'd not taken much food for energy, the course is hilly and traffic was mild. And that time the sun was rising. This latest run I had was absolutely on straight and level terrain and there is no heat from the sun at all. It was rather boring and there was no variation. The only motivation I had was to kept looking at my stopwatch.<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">If it was in the morning, I believe I would have continued on the exercise at least until 10-12 km. As my breathing and energy level were in a very good form. Hydration was adequate from the drinking in the day. Food consumption was complete. I was just not motivated to keep running until 8 o'clock at night. It was a run in blindness. Only dim lamp posts and occasional passing-by cars' headlights glaring.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Note: These run progresses are for tests of performance only. Not graded for any use or competition. The Penang Bridge Marathon which I will be participating is 21km in distance to run for my half-marathon category which I selected. Satch blesses I will complete the run gracefully. Earning a podium position is not much of concern but it is the motivation, spirit and faith in finishing well the course and enjoying it as well. A 3 and a half hours limit will be a test to earning a finisher's medal. A 20th place would secure a Bronze medal. bzzt.<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Get ready.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Theme song:</span> Megadeth - High Speed Dirt and Hangar 18<br /></span>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-58688399450165900242010-11-14T18:00:00.005+08:002010-11-14T20:18:27.034+08:0097. Progress - Run 2 ~FAIL<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Personal</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">Refer to <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" ><a href="http://youareinmydream.blogspot.com/2010/10/96-progress-run.html">http://youareinmydream.blogspot.com/2010/10/96-progress-run.html</a></span> for a splendid previous record.<br /><br />Exercise Report/Summary<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Day:</span> Sunday<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Date:</span> 14th November 2010<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Time:</span> 0935 hours<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Weather:</span> Sunny and breezy<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Temperature:</span> n/a<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Terrain:</span> Tarred road and pavement grass ground<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Location:</span> Nilai<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Traffic:</span> Slightly regular<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Start:</span> Same to Run 1<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Course:</span> n/a<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Finish:</span> n/a<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Start time:</span> 0945 hours<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Finish time:</span> ~1010 hours<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Distance*:</span> 2.9 km<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Time*:</span> 19.17.56 mins<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Average speed*:</span> 9.1 km/h<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Maximum speed*:</span> 19.5 km/h<br /><br />[*recorded by my phone Fitness application]<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Remarks:</span><br />1. Weather was exceptionally fine.<br />2. Sunny weather is great but the heat seemed to drain energy fast and the glare of the morning sun is unbearable at times.<br />3. Cool and breezy wind blowing helps a lot in cooling.<br />4. Water bottle is brought along this time. Hydration became convenient and regular.<br />5. Pre-exercise diet: Banana and biscuits<br />6. Post-exercise diet: Banana, soya milk and cork flakes cereal<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Comments:</span><br />I am very disappointed and upset with this latest performance. I would rather not record this at all but that's not the point anymore for progress checks. This would serve me as a reminder and a history of a bad result. I could not even last until at least the distance covered in the previous run. I stopped at the time the time record was taken and then I attempted to continue but to no avail. I stopped again just after 2 minutes.<br /><br />I was prepared. To improve on my performance as I brought with me a bottle of water. I think, it became a burden to hold it through out the course. I believe I ran out of phase and totally lost my rhythm in the energy consumption and breathing right after I was juggling running and drinking at the same time. Basically, I lost coordination with my steps and breathing when I shifted my attention to opening the bottle cap. The first time was not so bad. I think the second attempt to drink when I was already gasping for more air made me stop for a few seconds to drink and swallow.<br /><br />After that, I just felt like I lost a lot of energy. The feeling of lazy legs surfaced. Eyes went into sleepy mode. I lost my concentration too. I kept thinking, how am I going to make it this time? I could not even hit 5km, let alone 10km.<br /><br />I list down here the possible causes which I think are the reasons why I could not perform:<br />1. Serious lack of sleep<br />2. Heavy gym work out the day before<br />3. Heat from the sunny weather<br />4. Lack of regular training<br />5. Holding a bottle of water - which added weight and removed the freedom of movement of my arms<br />6. Had been recently working out on creatine supplement<br /><br />No.1 factor is a serious detriment. I admit on that that I practically didn't sleep proper hours in the few nights before the run. Rather, I didn't sleep during the nights all only 2-4 hours of naps in the day. This involves time and work management.<br /><br />The gym workout which I did the day before was a little over the regular repetitions and resistances. I pushed harder than before especially a lot on the quadriceps and hamstrings exercises. I reckon I have not recovered at all after such strenuous activity. I am not quite sure if I have actually converted an pro-endurance regime to strength-building. Plus the creatine-based supplement for muscle building.<br /><br />Not sure though if that poses any difference in this small scale of training.<br /><br />The weather is not really hot. It's just clear sky in the morning. Would not blame the heat generally though. It's rather breezy. I feel it's the combination of lack of sleep and the glare of the sun which made me feeling drowsy and lazy. </span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />Holding the bottle. You tell me. The splashing of the water. The centrifugal force acting on the water. The grip on the bottle. It's a 600ml bottle. I actually left it at one spot when I felt that I could not continue anymore holding it for long period. And then when I made a turn-back I recollected it. That was already after I gave up.<br /><br />Then I had to walk back home which took me almost 1 hour.<br /><br />Upset.<br /></span></div>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-34724875660758652652010-10-30T14:00:00.006+08:002010-10-30T20:31:15.942+08:0096. Progress - Run<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >Personal</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Exercise Report/Summary<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Day:</span> Saturday<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Date: </span>30th October 2010<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Time:</span> 0900 hours<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Weather: </span>Wet - Light drizzling during start<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Temperature: </span>20 °C - by feeling only<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Terrain:</span> Tarred road and pavement grass ground<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Location:</span> Nilai<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Traffic:</span> Rare but occasionally mild ~1 vehicle every 3 minutes<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Start:</span> ~150m before INTI entrance<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Course: </span>Along the road up to entrance of Nilai Springs Resort then reverse until halfway<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Finish: </span>Entrance of Taman Melati main road<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Start time:</span> ~0910 hours<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Finish time:</span> ~0940 hours<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Distance*: </span>5.7 km<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Time*: </span>34:43.60 mins<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Average speed*:</span> 9.9 km/h<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(I think it's about ~8km/h)<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Maximum speed*:</span> 15.1 km/h<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">[*recorded by my phone Fitness application]<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Remarks:</span><br />1. Weather was cold and wet so I wore a windbreaker which also helped in warming up.<br />2. Jacket was removed after feeling a lack of ventilation on my body.<br />3. The whole course of exercise was without proper hydration - citing the fact that if I were to had some water I would had covered a longer distance at a more consistent speed.<br />4. No smoking<br />5. No alcohol<br />6. No supplements<br />7. No medication.<br />8. Pre-exercise diet: A cup of Milk (~6 - 10g of protein) and 3 pieces of Domino's Cinnamon Stix<br />9. Post-exercise diet: Bread, cheesy baked beans and </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >jambu air</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Comments:</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Wet weather did not deter me from training. I almost gave up actually at 8am in the morning when I looked at the sky and feel the wind it had not rained yet meaning it wanted to rain later. I assumed that it's going to rain and stop by 8am by comparing with the other days before this day. Went out the first time and felt that the drizzle was too heavy and I did not want to run with my feet soaked wet and especially with having sweaty skin wetted with cold rain water. Stayed back in the house waiting and took a nap, almost making my way back to the bed as a surrender to the weather. But I could not let go of the great opportunity and time to exercise.<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Cold wind coupled with the lack of proper sleep time (5 hours only) made me felt sleepy while walking on the way to the course. Jacket helped protect from cold temperature, rain water, cold wind and keep warm.<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Lower legs were not in best condition though due to ice-skating first time on the previous night. But the whole course was great. Smooth progress and breathing was properly coordinated for most of the time except during gulping saliva for hydration and inhaling hard to retain the nasal mucous in cavity.<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">After stopping the exercise I walked back to home. It took me around 30 minutes to reach at a paced walking speed. That is equivalent to walking back and forth PFS and CGL 4 times or 3 days worth of walking back (grandpa house) from school calorie burnt.<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilfElGXvT2hXuGE3XzyXrFWTBNcb8Wh6V-t4YYFfzNhixemU0w_RQ5kToFZZ3noLhR8wBq2bc7kc0sJD2LgvchuBtcIF3MjbhQIPMYsDnJASKMcWc9eEiobj0O1oR71PPGh3UbB235qmU/s1600/28-07-07_pfsX.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilfElGXvT2hXuGE3XzyXrFWTBNcb8Wh6V-t4YYFfzNhixemU0w_RQ5kToFZZ3noLhR8wBq2bc7kc0sJD2LgvchuBtcIF3MjbhQIPMYsDnJASKMcWc9eEiobj0O1oR71PPGh3UbB235qmU/s320/28-07-07_pfsX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533727032919761954" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Fun sake yeah.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Theme music feeling:</span> Satch Boogie<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Credits:</span> Adidas Performance. Nike Pro. bzzzzt materialistic<br /></span></div> </div>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-16399647732954455742010-10-29T00:20:00.006+08:002010-10-29T01:16:19.515+08:0095. Snakes In The Rough<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >Personal/Ideals</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Welcome again.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >It seems that filefactory does not have music widget anymore so kinda if you wana listen to that song you can download it by clicking. mmm it could be illegal already to put other songs for download. like free. bad</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I would like to present to you my latest endeavour in improvising. It's not a complete and well prepared recording. It's an improvised recording of an improvisation. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The gears and materials used:</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">1. Sony Ericsson W580 - sound recorder</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">2. Squier Telecaster</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">3. Marshall MG10CD</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">4. USB cable </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">5. MIKSOFT Mobile AMR Converter</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">6. Guitarpro 5.2</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">7. Hoobastank - The Reason ver2 (from Ultimate Guitar website)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">8. yeah my laptop and windows XP @#$%^</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Just for the fun of details. Use any guitar any amp anything. Keep the ruggedness.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So yeah, I like these few notes which you play together and they sound like snake charm. And they can be used to improvise. And so I decided to randomly record what I can do with these few notes with a drums backing track, an I recently started doing with. It's fun.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">1. I use Hoobastank - The Reason guitarpro drums track as my backing. Set to 50% tempo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">2. I put my amp in gain. Cos i want the gain feeling in my guitar sound.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">yer know like rock solo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">If you already feel bored, go to <span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.tv/guitar_lessons/guitar_world_paul_gilbert_presents_shred_alert.html">http://www.ultimate-guitar.tv/guitar_lessons/guitar_world_paul_gilbert_presents_shred_alert.html</a></span> where you can learn snake-charming tunes. It's a different style of snake-charming though and presented in a different key.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Hooi has listened and tested out my notes and he identified it as part of the Gmin scale. Yes, indeed I use G as my primary key, the root which the improvisation is based on.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So, just move on to my filefactory and play my mini demo. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Things I would like to point out; Of course I will never keep silent on my own work. Ok cool 7mins long with slow drum beats it's rather sleep-charming actually. In fact, I didn't actually base my improvisation on snake-charming melody along the track. I altered naturally and intrinsically when I chose to base it in the key of G. Somewhat gypsy-ish-deserty-mystery sound. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Lack of dynamics: I could have do more tremolos, bending and sliding, legato or any other forms. I was concentrating on the beat so I ended up staying static on individual notes. And also thinking ahead of the notes and their positions to play. Because I didn't learn up the scale and the positions, otherwise it would have been easier and maybe juicier...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Lack of rhythm: Not so bad rhythm because it's me and the preset drums track. It's lack of the rhythmic articulation of my playing. Messy and not structured. I will improve on this. Also, because I was concentrating on the fretboard.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sloppy: Obviously yes. Choppingly no. They could be heard as mistakes clearly mishandling the strings. Or just mere improvised dynamics. Chop. Scrape. Sloppy flick. Dirty notes. Works both ways. Just feel differently. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Other than that you give your comments I hope can work it out in my subsequent playing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The final eighth of the song which you can spot some smells-like-shredding but fail-type is just some getting high and adventurous try-out on shredding tune. It's basically and usually for me to just play 3 notes per string (usually 2 strings) fast either chromatically or just randomly or any notes I happen to spot deem to be the notes in the scale. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"if you get the note wrong, get the next note right" haha this is easily true. Or rather, get your feel right. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Thanks anyways for any attention spilled here. </span><br /></div>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-91546129604228133582010-10-18T23:00:00.000+08:002010-10-18T23:49:28.653+08:0094. Tribute<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >Ideals</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;">Just a tribute.<br /><br />Thanks to Hooi for referring me to this song.<br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cw_g8BpdCQw?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cw_g8BpdCQw?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">And it so happens that these comments touch my soul. Knowing that this song is quite somewhat dedicated to some kind of desperado in which I felt some similarity with in myself. Just like what parents or old wise grandparents would say to their children.<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">And the last comment below amazingly fit what I felt. heh. Anyways, thank you all. I'm still alive.<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" >musemorris</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />~YOU MUST be kidding? You guys must be the REAL Eagles?! FANTASTIC! Dedicated to our beloved son Jarrod Ryan ~ June 10, 1987 ~ April 4th, 1991!<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" >KumarsDad</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />~What a </span><span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;font-size:85%;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1287415833_0" >beautiful song</span><span style="font-size:85%;">! I dedicate it to my son Jared. Your Mom and I really miss you.Gone but never forgotten.RIP 10/18/1990-04/08/2009<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" >mlee86a</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />~This song is for the late Jennifer Vincent who dearly loved the Eagles and especially this song. I will always remember her with this wonderful song.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" >bubbles9084</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />~omg i really needed to hear this :') my brother was 23 when he died in a </span><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1287415833_1" style="font-size:85%;">car accident</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> this was his absolute favorite song and his birthday is october 16th and he pasted on october 20th i really love this song and it helps me get true the day :) thank you :')<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" >TheGrimRomance</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br />~its amazing how this song fits me. x)) *2 thumbs up!*</span><div class="yiv1775142745comment-text" dir="ltr"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-83169946996100573342010-09-24T20:55:00.003+08:002010-09-24T21:05:59.865+08:0093. Joga Bonito<span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvQcrNIebCzgEuq5BOsNoZqA8HDIV4BVjJ9fC_ynIIzpzTleAZLip33ZhTnEkVbQBrxQNtdJKablRGFsh848e-hR17u-svP3YApvZLJ-WMlqGqJ_Vloi0keEtpOUAXRxWMYsEK2N-pqaU/s1600/nball.jpg"><br /></a></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Ideals/Personal</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Beautiful game.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Balls.<br /><br />Sports.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvQcrNIebCzgEuq5BOsNoZqA8HDIV4BVjJ9fC_ynIIzpzTleAZLip33ZhTnEkVbQBrxQNtdJKablRGFsh848e-hR17u-svP3YApvZLJ-WMlqGqJ_Vloi0keEtpOUAXRxWMYsEK2N-pqaU/s1600/nball.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvQcrNIebCzgEuq5BOsNoZqA8HDIV4BVjJ9fC_ynIIzpzTleAZLip33ZhTnEkVbQBrxQNtdJKablRGFsh848e-hR17u-svP3YApvZLJ-WMlqGqJ_Vloi0keEtpOUAXRxWMYsEK2N-pqaU/s320/nball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520464491476505618" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Out to be disposed. </span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />In response to <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://youareinmydream.blogspot.com/2010/06/91-foot-to-your-ball.html">Foot to your Ball</a>.<br /></span>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-17481879221326390792010-07-10T05:00:00.001+08:002010-07-12T01:25:44.358+08:0092. Colours of Love<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Ideals/Personal</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">This is again, love. Animal love. Inter-species love. Inter-color love. Definitely not your kind of love.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3JwQxaJRU_4WW7qJvFd37HFVYllcXP6vuuoiXUgnkFvjIhfBzfgZRhhtiGgywWjAEqlxRZ7gmaB-QW8ewBc20-lSzIrKGc4IauRlzJ0UcvVs_40obqwxU-ZTQCygLNJ0LLRnaHm1GcGs/s1600/DSC00756.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3JwQxaJRU_4WW7qJvFd37HFVYllcXP6vuuoiXUgnkFvjIhfBzfgZRhhtiGgywWjAEqlxRZ7gmaB-QW8ewBc20-lSzIrKGc4IauRlzJ0UcvVs_40obqwxU-ZTQCygLNJ0LLRnaHm1GcGs/s320/DSC00756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492697179593273026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">These animals do not have any faith. Nor any belief. At least they do not speak it out and brag about it like us humans. They do not come to us for refuge in need of a god. They just make good companies. I think I'm speaking of an example which is dogs. Others...they make good fried food or roasted.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">*</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I actually really do not mind about colour and races at all. But you may see me hanging out only with a bunch of fair-skinned friends of Chinese ethnicity wherever. At least most of the time. Maybe there's some comfort. I am very sure of that which most of you people out there tend to stick to the group with similar tones. I know it's a very ignorant thing as pointed out by a foreigner friend who commented in Facebook.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Then I beg to differ for my part. I may be hypocritical at my choices of answers. But here I am to point it out the things I look for when joining activities and becoming friends. Or at least people who are worth to mix around with without discriminating superficial characteristics.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Who the hell cares..I mean I don't care, really. Of where you come from or what kind of family background. Just don't bring bombs and don't push drugs to me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Well, let's start from day one of life. First, I was born and raised in Penang. Obviously, you can see more fair-skinned Chinese descendants around. But national statistics show the population number otherwise. Never mind that. And growing up in the vicinity with more Chinese friends and neighbours it's not unusual to mix around more with Chinese people especially in school. But come on, f* this. You cannot force a nation to deliberately cultivate 1M*sia by..what?..you wana see every group of people walking around having at least 1 Chinese, 1 Malay and 1 Indian?</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSTb8InhgreExyShT8ncQBaF3ISvOjZ0LnsSO1TH5TYHpQ7bMEAe6X5IVkIPm3xUWrhyphenhyphen_G04I0aWZJPI2uHAcvkZpIA4j3kGS_wPsgvEsNJ4mFTVZoxROVGi0pqglGhg6ZYQkkFfWxVOc/s1600/DSC00765.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSTb8InhgreExyShT8ncQBaF3ISvOjZ0LnsSO1TH5TYHpQ7bMEAe6X5IVkIPm3xUWrhyphenhyphen_G04I0aWZJPI2uHAcvkZpIA4j3kGS_wPsgvEsNJ4mFTVZoxROVGi0pqglGhg6ZYQkkFfWxVOc/s320/DSC00765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492697188806238162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Let it be natural. All the while it has been natural. Nevertheless it's a result of what colonialism had done to our country in the past. But past is not to be taken as blame. Learn.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So, in my schooling years I had never choose friends by skin. I have many kinds of friends. Malay or Indian. They are still people. Why do I only have that few friends from those races. It's because they are that few in my place. You don't expect me to dig and search for non-Chinese friends so I practise equality. Of friendship.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Now that I'm in MIAT, I can tell you I'm studying in a place of an opposite population number of schoolmates to what I had before in MIAT. What now, you want me to befriend and mix with the whole school to show that I am not racist? Jonathan is the only Chinese in my class. And yes the others are friends nevertheless.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I want to point out the similarity in the friends that I have by comparing now and then (Free School). Let's say I have 5 friends whom I mix around with in the old days - 4 Chinese 1 Indian. Let's compare with now with the same total of mixing - 4 Malay 1 Chinese. So what the hell.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Let me also point this out on why do I tend to only stick to certain groups especially when they are Chinese people in forming a project group, staying together or just plain mixing. This is the part where I seek "comfort" in joining people. The comfort that is being termed ignorant from outside. I would really call this human tendencies. To achieve an equilibrium of satisfaction both to the heart and mind.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">1. It's easy. I know the person's capability so it's easier to work together.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">2. We're close and old friends.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">3. Communication - English or Hokkien. Seriously haha. See, I tend to mix with people who regularly/tend to speak the English language fluently/poorly. And Hokkien. But there's a lot of lalas who speak hokkien in Penang I can't help it (out of topic).</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">4. Culture and Practices. This aspect covers a huge area. I am only going to point out some of the subconscious sub-aspects. Food - Halal/Non-Halal. And it's in tandem with respect even if someone says it's ok. Then I guess prayers is not really a problem because I didn't experience it but I heard of it as one. And what not that you may be thinking of by growing up in a Chinese family. You hear all sorts of things about other people.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">5. Mind block.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">6. Oh yeah this is for in M*sia in religion matters. This is a latent issue. Especially on marriages. Not about the food or dogs.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So you can blame human tendencies and let the politicians be the scapegoats. Other than that, why do we all have to discriminate one another. I know, this is already a very hard to treat situation already in our country. Many aspects and events were involved in the conception of such mentality. It's the war of the people and land. Modernly termed, business/money matters. One leads to another, they are not really independent. Refusal to change. Fear of losing. Strong and faithful in protecting rights. The will to save the heritage. Selfishness is easily just the factual cause.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Fundamental. Humans have settled and have been segregated into many different regions on Earth. From there, humans do changes and advance. To conquer. To win. To prosper. To live and be "happy". Meaning, to achieve goals and become satisfied in relation to their expectations.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">That is a digress into the elements which are dated B.C. hah</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiINCM0TYz6vIpdr9-pyzxyRfkwN3L7QlryqIQVN0Lb1CUMyVduFnUgllbgydzM4CAXzBFOUz15v_5ayoem60sQdt53mzv8bPhkcKyQPLCFvu1UM-qAQOXuCt5WkIXaSneLnQB4EdK6Wv4/s1600/DSC00767.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiINCM0TYz6vIpdr9-pyzxyRfkwN3L7QlryqIQVN0Lb1CUMyVduFnUgllbgydzM4CAXzBFOUz15v_5ayoem60sQdt53mzv8bPhkcKyQPLCFvu1UM-qAQOXuCt5WkIXaSneLnQB4EdK6Wv4/s320/DSC00767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492697201390685970" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Back to the topic of me being not racist.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't have to actually fight to say that I am not racist. That is just up to the way people see, judge and brand me. If I have 10 Chinese friends and 1 Malay friend so I'm racist then so be it the person likes to see people with numbers. If he sees that I have 1 Chinese friend and 10 Malay friends and thinks that I am stupid and betraying my race then he is really shallow and someone who I think is the real racist in my opinion. Et cetera.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">There is really no point in seeing the different colours of the people in making decisions other than in the pointed out isolated cases.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">When you're playing games or making plans, you look for people with the appropriate skills and attitude. In any sports I don't look for to choose particularly who I want to play with. It is just general that I want to play with people who are in a similar level of skills and fitness so I feel comfortable. ah this is a bit weird but it's ok..it is something to do with choosing people.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I fail in finding out how and why did I even bring this topic up. The photos of the plush toys gave out so many thoughts.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Here it is on love, human tendency appears again in love choices. I believe they are options and preferences. Take for example Chinese parents would advise their children not to marry black people. It's just weird. I believe it's just choices. One may think "wah so black I don't want". Yes, that's a choice. Not any racism. This does not apply though to people who really objects on interracial marriages. I believe it's human tendency to seek for comfort.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It's easy to fall in love. Physique. Face. Tonal characteristics. Personality. Behaviour. Thought. Creativity. Intelligence. So many aspects in gaining love. Note the first 3 points I write are actually the most common things people first look at when looking for mates. Basically, they mean looks. I forgot to add one more. Wealth, in terms of money matters. It's a commercialised world after all.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I think I quite have lost them the points I want to write about. But I believe again, I write enough for now. Boredom lingers starting from the very first sentence.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2RRX0GkHI3aUEYZV22w7mxNARiVf0W4vQKYpUtQZZ-YDYbX01kz07BvNhNL0oYq-lFh1vN3QWz8xsJeDIaI8CzdgeFS_TUpNY1WKNSQOZ93lIDaQqCfj-pB8iEXHwPpv6_UUMUW6KCA/s1600/DSC00773.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2RRX0GkHI3aUEYZV22w7mxNARiVf0W4vQKYpUtQZZ-YDYbX01kz07BvNhNL0oYq-lFh1vN3QWz8xsJeDIaI8CzdgeFS_TUpNY1WKNSQOZ93lIDaQqCfj-pB8iEXHwPpv6_UUMUW6KCA/s320/DSC00773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492697203965547810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">See, the dolphin has eaten the koala's head off already. Told you not to leave cute things behind...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">[DOG - GOD] ~ "funny" reversal ahha. can get condemned. but are both loving and caring existences.</span><br /></div>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-47995969765036289242010-06-18T11:00:00.002+08:002010-06-21T01:14:51.713+08:0091. Foot to Your Ball<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Personal</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">Well, let's see.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBOQ4q6g_m9XXr1DEZqbfuZ5l2vE0utUjy5STNZtrygIuXqPmKrGvDXY-NPwJMT_4vpW3P4Wl0DexrPCUzMtwKLV4k9fU5KtIW87sc9nK4-cQvY7rYShNOtPPoY28T5rSqOtv9pmkvv3I/s1600/DSC00585.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBOQ4q6g_m9XXr1DEZqbfuZ5l2vE0utUjy5STNZtrygIuXqPmKrGvDXY-NPwJMT_4vpW3P4Wl0DexrPCUzMtwKLV4k9fU5KtIW87sc9nK4-cQvY7rYShNOtPPoY28T5rSqOtv9pmkvv3I/s320/DSC00585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484157510288487506" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">In need of maintenance.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Something for the World Cup football season. My amateur start-ups haha. Economical and simple.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2HhpcNN3QuSWF6YpsLOb7viEdbvLw1JZ5p2durHVKTQdQ2scUmwrlVmcKGivBAgTH1fIDEdIvQycSHZaMDKhX06ORZhum67K24U4ho1mWbm83tfWyyKDXRxK4hu4D_5VTP263TVsPeoY/s1600/f2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2HhpcNN3QuSWF6YpsLOb7viEdbvLw1JZ5p2durHVKTQdQ2scUmwrlVmcKGivBAgTH1fIDEdIvQycSHZaMDKhX06ORZhum67K24U4ho1mWbm83tfWyyKDXRxK4hu4D_5VTP263TVsPeoY/s320/f2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484157521635685250" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">The boots. It's a Topper. Model is Brazil..should be.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsevvH1QCfg_4gDhaQCNY1UuxN3SS_Cbic0yHTl6uKJZ9PIRFEya4usVnkX-hozUKV2ufCJm9RKe84lpNWHkcokdtFohXKNyJ0E52PjA2CYhoKDT-vQ00wnzQeAL69YeECzPXJWJVXOn0/s1600/f3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsevvH1QCfg_4gDhaQCNY1UuxN3SS_Cbic0yHTl6uKJZ9PIRFEya4usVnkX-hozUKV2ufCJm9RKe84lpNWHkcokdtFohXKNyJ0E52PjA2CYhoKDT-vQ00wnzQeAL69YeECzPXJWJVXOn0/s320/f3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484157527734881858" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Nike T90 Classic keeper's gloves. No, not kitchen mitts. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ah..something I wanted to get ever since my love for the football game was really conceived in year 2002. Then I get it 7 years later. At discounted price. With the colour I'd been eyeing ever since. And ever since, I didn't grow any much taller to be an efficient goalkeeper. A well-respected position. Supposedly incredible in reflexes and agility.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzQKsguaVMynIQjv7I44vrwK8ZD1ERpl9-v3Xw1pAafeaEvYH2rI9js9aFtPwasXl_hClFAOi6UPGPbeI6Vtbfs2Ktq-KyISPNU_MNumZ8IkYngydUzs5o2-ekHPZTzIZO3-mSnUWng6M/s1600/f.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzQKsguaVMynIQjv7I44vrwK8ZD1ERpl9-v3Xw1pAafeaEvYH2rI9js9aFtPwasXl_hClFAOi6UPGPbeI6Vtbfs2Ktq-KyISPNU_MNumZ8IkYngydUzs5o2-ekHPZTzIZO3-mSnUWng6M/s320/f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484157537854168610" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">And this is the latest in the family. Mercurial Veer. Caps earned in Georgetown, Sepang and nilai</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">This is actually my 4th football purchased. First one is red. It was bought like 10 years ago and it bears the emblem of Mexico football club...yeah..they just beat France 0-2. 2nd one in black, came 1 or 2 years after that. It was under Jon's care when he claimed his dog has caused the ball to rupture and rendered unserviceable. I didn't get to say goodbye. And yeah Jon, you're still keeping my Real Madrid Siemens Mobile jersey.wooo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Lazy to take them photos of the balls. 3rd ball in gold, is an imitation design (only the looks not the construction) of the Teamgeist of World Cup 2006 Germany official matchball.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Hmm..have been getting Nike products already. I'd always been against Nike products because they are too simple and they cost so much. Yer know..just a tick. But recently they have a lot of designs that are both simple and elegantly great.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I set a new target on a Nike sweatshirt. Termed combatant, with Rooney blazing in the promotional poster. Never mind. I might wana get it for my own birthday present haha.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Say, humans are easily materialistic. I'm easily one. As simple as this, I see it I like it I get it if I can afford it. Less research. Just wraps the heart in comfort. Then of course think of the usage.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Yer see I like sports a lot. Especially football. I adore and respect the sport. I like the gameplay and how the players are trained to play with the ball. Strategy playing of course is not my cup of coffee but it's also highly commendable. Well as for me physically I just like to kick it and see how it takes on flight. Of course teamplay is definitely very fascinating.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Kick it. Bend it some other day.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcY6vTwoV-TGWSKBIpYY0bQlnk3h1axKpljTU6QdWJElCYh0lOinAPYn4_roJvH4kgWT-rjvQrbKGsmouE1Og7hU3gcUpP39rYDKXQmapbRkwobqReyWpmCpCYsSU7cGGMF19JVwtDUps/s1600/f5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcY6vTwoV-TGWSKBIpYY0bQlnk3h1axKpljTU6QdWJElCYh0lOinAPYn4_roJvH4kgWT-rjvQrbKGsmouE1Og7hU3gcUpP39rYDKXQmapbRkwobqReyWpmCpCYsSU7cGGMF19JVwtDUps/s320/f5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484157552799338994" border="0" /></a></span><br /></div>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-4879740936308463012010-05-30T02:40:00.000+08:002010-05-30T03:00:29.757+08:0090. This is Love<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Personal</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">But not your kind of love.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQdvDcVoXaJwTcBsP8TwpYV1yy24miTfoYGuH9Ut10hBC5g5EVE4MVlbNQYvYz1MF-DuBD-2Yt_i5OuYRukhvWSkBrlSrG1kKE-kdXZ-oKQdCCpMsz6kog5Lv1aWfJlxQWIJfretsqXA/s1600/L5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQdvDcVoXaJwTcBsP8TwpYV1yy24miTfoYGuH9Ut10hBC5g5EVE4MVlbNQYvYz1MF-DuBD-2Yt_i5OuYRukhvWSkBrlSrG1kKE-kdXZ-oKQdCCpMsz6kog5Lv1aWfJlxQWIJfretsqXA/s320/L5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476766278937249890" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Marsupial love haha. I'm actually very fond of collecting and displaying them plush toys. Especially these adorable wombats and koala bear from Australia. My uncle who lives there bought all of them. The left one is at least 10 years old already. The right one is fresh. It just came to my home last year after I "jokingly" requested my uncle to get one.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJUsAEpcu_GwC2qg_zfIJ98VlpatKz9MacdQOmxEbRuRFiHDfO_1NeRVQeASzhUIEKQTlaw0MjrkQo3WcjIcEQoQvUVyVrL5oqDQgf_jJ6OC8-LNLpKY181wsNdv72wMgHEs1iNzIHRek/s1600/L2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJUsAEpcu_GwC2qg_zfIJ98VlpatKz9MacdQOmxEbRuRFiHDfO_1NeRVQeASzhUIEKQTlaw0MjrkQo3WcjIcEQoQvUVyVrL5oqDQgf_jJ6OC8-LNLpKY181wsNdv72wMgHEs1iNzIHRek/s320/L2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476766249765179602" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeOq-99wBF_teBHa9Qwep60VFxWHDdpYc6Inu1GVodRylbmiEb405bmK0mGtwjguGxko2Ar2DFDi8x1H2vtu7Ide8aCssGCkzSdp7po_qQ86Gh8JYHqBKiKYJy04I-8qPv47p9JNxqiSM/s1600/L.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeOq-99wBF_teBHa9Qwep60VFxWHDdpYc6Inu1GVodRylbmiEb405bmK0mGtwjguGxko2Ar2DFDi8x1H2vtu7Ide8aCssGCkzSdp7po_qQ86Gh8JYHqBKiKYJy04I-8qPv47p9JNxqiSM/s320/L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476766242978369170" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">This one was taken by my brother with the arrow signs drawn in Paint.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinUnOA0PjeyOFQkjcv7JBIBuhHzmWTNI6VhavAXmX8s8twQ_VV4qko4VJL40f-vJspcA2fytoheWW6MjB1eOle9ENJk-YXoSz10_I7AOs-AL2TayCRHJ8nytKYSNeH7Q2lgqypbGh-Brc/s1600/L4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinUnOA0PjeyOFQkjcv7JBIBuhHzmWTNI6VhavAXmX8s8twQ_VV4qko4VJL40f-vJspcA2fytoheWW6MjB1eOle9ENJk-YXoSz10_I7AOs-AL2TayCRHJ8nytKYSNeH7Q2lgqypbGh-Brc/s320/L4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476766264945551474" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">I like arranging them in awkward ways. I avoided mating positions.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXOglGKLuUCRtUDcWkH6F9cA5_CqKjZAzq3GyS45-ERCjEHJxJAsyIYTspUt4K7DsMNLvsvZfpPxQ4-annroG02LDCiaptS5uoDLbPOiHDAK0jnt0jgSSih30Bpfi5Y1lspq-8zUQJlHs/s1600/L3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXOglGKLuUCRtUDcWkH6F9cA5_CqKjZAzq3GyS45-ERCjEHJxJAsyIYTspUt4K7DsMNLvsvZfpPxQ4-annroG02LDCiaptS5uoDLbPOiHDAK0jnt0jgSSih30Bpfi5Y1lspq-8zUQJlHs/s320/L3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476766256314453666" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hi<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-53231697022065256872010-05-19T11:45:00.002+08:002010-05-19T11:54:02.611+08:0089. Feel Good<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >Ideals/Personal</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">Woohoo. 2 years have passed and I reach 89 posts. Some I would say would have changed blog sites in 2 years at this rate. Nahh I'm too lazy to change a site. Not for any promotional purpose. Even for motivational reason I'm just too lazy. It doesn't matter. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I have to preach on this. On behalf of Stressm but not a Stressm post. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Feeling good is important in life. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It's natural. We keep striving to feel good. After feeling good you will feel bad and you will want to feel good again. That's what keep life moving. It's not wrong or bad when complacency strikes. Life is a constant cycle of events and they just ricochet away if it's not right. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But let's not leap into idleness.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(I want to admit that the Napoleon's newsletter and Thought of the Day are the few resources of lessons in life I learn from.)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Let's just take life as life. I don't mind or care if God intervenes or involves himself. I'm putting our human life as natural as a separate entity on Earth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Look at humans. So much advancement since the cave dwellings. We are building bombs now. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Well, it's just us. We learn and suffer and at times we succeed. This is just the norm. Why can't we just live it. Yeah add spices here and all over to make all of us feel good. My point here is, "don't worry, be happy".</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I understand that I might just drop dead the very next moment after finishing off this sentence. Then I didn't so I cherish. Until I'm struck then I will complain and cry in pain and vain. That's just life isn't it. No one prepares us to cope with all emotional situations. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The people in the war. The people in poverty. The people in the riches. The people affected by Earth's catastrophes. I appreciate all of them and I feel their existence. I just don't have any better media to convey it. I only have the thought in my mind. Well, cos I never go through their experiences. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I may sound hypocritical but then I'm just an average young man who likes to express and then sit back and relax. Unless there is a sudden emergency which I have to pack my valuable belongings and enter the mercenary. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So my point "Don't worry, be happy" strikes again. You have what you have now. You get what you want later. You enjoy what you have. You work for what you want. It all comes to an end. Accomplishing life. Be it, dissipate into thin air or join the Earth and soil after death we will identify it then.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But no one has ever come back to tell us about it. In my opinion, that is actually the best thing to do after death. Don't get attached with what we've left. I wonder what will happen if really someone comes back and tells us the story of afterlife. Curiosity kills the cat. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But I have an ambition of visiting life again after death. I would like to see what people do with my legacy. Or if there's anyone playing some sad solo over my coffin. Maybe my body will just be buried somewhere 6-feet-under that would be your great-grandchild's backyard garden.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And by luck I found this quote over the websites.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"Enthusiasm with error is more acceptable than indifference with perfection." — J. Dinneen </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">How would you define it? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">For me, it comes to me in many aspects. It deals with some attitude some people have. It deals with passion. It deals with life. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Of course having said that I mean that I had some experiences with what I've come across. Especially through teenage, studies and upcoming career life. We will all encounter these and managed somehow to survive. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It's just life. You wana feel good, you do it your way. And make sure you do not mess with others. Breach of principles and selfishness are what get into someone's goodwill. er..hmm..I mean someone who tries to be nice when provoked will become not nice. It gets into his nerves and induces discomfort. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But then again, it's one's choice to be angered or emotionally affected. I am not going write any more here as I am touching the topic of "choice". </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I think my long-windedness only means "I want to feel good". That should be one of everybody's goal everyday to be achieved. You don't want to go to bed every night or day(night-shift) with the thinking "I screwed" unless you just had sex.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Applying some Buddhism and teachings on life and death, that's not wholesome. We all want to die peacefull and wholesomely. Good karma. Have a nice day, humans. </span><br /></div>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-50503766428044160232010-04-21T18:00:00.001+08:002010-04-21T18:03:49.817+08:0088. Escape<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >Personal/Ideals</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Once again, I will be most probably back for holidays. At least 7 weeks from now.<br /><br />There was once if you could ever recall I said about being content, satisfied etc after having so much fun. I beg to differ now.<br /><br />One is never enough of holidays. One will never get enough. One will forever need some holidays. Free time. Quality time to be spent not on work.<br /><br />Because I am in one of the levels of hell which offers endless stress and work. No, I don't mean the lecturers or the industry is of hell materials. It's just me in my own realm in the background of this 3D world. Let's not take it to extent of the universe.<br /><br />So yeah. Tiredness. Fatigue and Stress. Health deterioration. Ability to make wise and proper decision. They suffer. It's a gradient. Negative or positive depends on your x-y entries. Proportional if not irregular. But definitely it's inclined towards death.<br /><br />I want to kick balls. I want to smash cocks. I want to cut through the chlorinated waves.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-g39Q5XOQDPFDVRyjAWzaqFLlh8SLQ1U4Pu9eqmdxIhviiGR1HPE-x_HSdQrN-1LDRVF7FfgQGCd61UTpbtLYFWgNfldz8dHIyPvy2ZaBQpJn8wIEgmXmIYw3G0U7Nl7FEjsJh3d0mEY/s1600/DSC00723.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-g39Q5XOQDPFDVRyjAWzaqFLlh8SLQ1U4Pu9eqmdxIhviiGR1HPE-x_HSdQrN-1LDRVF7FfgQGCd61UTpbtLYFWgNfldz8dHIyPvy2ZaBQpJn8wIEgmXmIYw3G0U7Nl7FEjsJh3d0mEY/s320/DSC00723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462529049373479122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">I need dynamic fresh air. Movement. Outdoor.<br /><br />When I am back I am gona hug my mumy, shake my papa's hands and snatch the mercedes C-Class* from my brother. Gona savour my aunt's homecooking, treat to buffet and more treats. And the machas and humans other than mentioned above, let's kick ass and burn some fuel while it is available to us.<br /><br />And jam some juicy blues.<br /><br /><br />*proton saga - just to attract certain chicks attention<br /></span></div>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-4591974474260736432010-03-30T18:17:00.005+08:002010-03-30T18:58:01.804+08:0087. Kirchoff in Action<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Personal/Study</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">There's actually plenty of electricity study materials that I would like to share and write about here. Either really nerd study material or life-joy-fun-crap-fun post.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />So I've been going through some manuals and we're going to select a diagram for an assignment.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Suddenly this symbol appear. Wow after so many years since looking at electrical circuits I've never asked anyone or myself on this symbol. Or rather I've never come across it.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5fmoq9ODj6IUPAB68ORDyAYI2peSJd0kdW4Gl3J0RtqPKHdqG5aZ_3WqwdqZn6RmyzTQsm_7KvAL8_Vsk31ES2JXpWPwmZ8DAn4A4aiWCPUH__MONAmlZA27gzNk3vqFNDR6r6uERTFY/s1600/elec.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5fmoq9ODj6IUPAB68ORDyAYI2peSJd0kdW4Gl3J0RtqPKHdqG5aZ_3WqwdqZn6RmyzTQsm_7KvAL8_Vsk31ES2JXpWPwmZ8DAn4A4aiWCPUH__MONAmlZA27gzNk3vqFNDR6r6uERTFY/s320/elec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454378781448109906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />First thought is that it looks very similar to capacitor. But definitely I don't think so.<br /><br />mmmm...<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Just some info related to the symbol. It's in a temperature regulator circuit in an air-conditioning system of B737-200 aircraft.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Jun Guan, go go go go find it out. I've asked Joel too. Negative. Asked my brother, supposedly their senior sifu in the field...have not given me a reply.<br /><br />Have fun. I am going to give you the answer after consulting my lecturer.<br /></span>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-33739756304740124802010-03-07T19:00:00.005+08:002010-03-09T03:31:31.960+08:0086. HTIAF EHT PEEK<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Personal/Ideals</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">houh<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">hoho competent car driver's license here I come. My "P" just expired less than 24 hours ago.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I am the friendly and receiving kind. The homely and a bit caring.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Thus, the list of my friends as visitors to my rented house in Nilai as correct as of 7th of March 2010. [excluding uni-mates and parents/relatives]</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">1. T M J</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">2. Cyn</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">3. Wheen</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">4. Jason</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">5. NKY</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">6. Hooi</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And the overnight hall of fame</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">1. T M J</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">2. Wheen</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">3. Jason</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">4. Hooi</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">They may sound gay because if any random female entry we'll all be in lock-up ready for 20 strokes of rotan. mmm</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So far so good Arsenal FC. Show what these young players can do in the ultra tough competition of Barclay's English Premier League. Even without their Dutch shooter, Persie. arh..kita punya sebaya Aaron Ramsey patah kaki..sungguh sedih. Faith be kept. </span><br /></div>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880578129342363414.post-22996021838700784782010-02-08T00:00:00.000+08:002010-02-08T00:00:00.265+08:0085. Gun, for Fun<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >Personal/Ideals</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyHcW7UdKyF8yEzZ-ba-b7Zv9M8HM_Eweol5Ovh1kbCMvymBKu0Pykzl4RB5jtrgMmZOUTTmGjnCDDe_1ox3vbXOok-oZv0ZBucexDHc5WFHczmb9ws2h-t-4YOadVD5M4IZhMcTYo3Qw/s1600-h/GUNNER.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyHcW7UdKyF8yEzZ-ba-b7Zv9M8HM_Eweol5Ovh1kbCMvymBKu0Pykzl4RB5jtrgMmZOUTTmGjnCDDe_1ox3vbXOok-oZv0ZBucexDHc5WFHczmb9ws2h-t-4YOadVD5M4IZhMcTYo3Qw/s320/GUNNER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434160747982343810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">[Picture from googling]</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjJ29HsNg3QX-knFg3h0hP6FZxU0CadveMv-fzrZdst4Sa3KmcVU_vYUo-BEWEACGCfdu-nrfbyCXONKSdGJ5rnknUP4StP5otEkoykRd4uXypassJHuMqXhN9GZI1BTuGvkmIUFt5cAk/s1600-h/gungun.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjJ29HsNg3QX-knFg3h0hP6FZxU0CadveMv-fzrZdst4Sa3KmcVU_vYUo-BEWEACGCfdu-nrfbyCXONKSdGJ5rnknUP4StP5otEkoykRd4uXypassJHuMqXhN9GZI1BTuGvkmIUFt5cAk/s320/gungun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434163592297611970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">[of my closet, Home kit coming soon]</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">K</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">e</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">e</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">p</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">T</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">h</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">e</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">F</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">a</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">i</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">t</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">h</span><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Guns N' Roses - Two revolvers pointing at each other with rose flowers coiled around</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">What is the significance?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Rock and roll.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">For fun purpose, I brought up a some random defining thinking. @#$%^ Figure out what made the rockers and rollers think of the name which consists of guns and roses. oh right, I read before that it was the name of the members of L.A. Guns and Hollywood Rose namely, Tracii Guns and Axl Rose (almighty).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Think again, it's somewhat a great match. The logo is very beautiful. The colour of the gun and the red of rose also show some contrasted perception. A rose, so beautiful and static. The gun so powerful and dynamic, it can shoot. A peaceful idea in contrast to the violence-ridden invention respectively.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But they share something in common. Nothing "nice" lasts forever.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The rose portrayed some peace but it also has its thorns in which it symbolizes "war->engage" button. And so the gun is also used in wars. However it has 2 functions; pull the trigger to start the war/end the peace or to end the war/start the peace.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">..Even though the metal of the gun lasts quite some time heh..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Anyway, gun can be seen as the hard and rose the soft elements of Guns N' Roses.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Pore over the words from the song Civil War.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Look at your young men </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" >fighting</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Look at your women </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" >crying</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Look at your young men </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" >dying</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The way they've always done before</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Look at the </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" >hate</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> we're breeding</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Look at the </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" >fear</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> we're feeding</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Look at the </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" >lives</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> we're leading</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" >The way we've always done before</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">My hands are tied</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The billions shift from side to side</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And the wars go on with <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">brainwashed pride</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">For the love of God and our human rights</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And all these things are swept aside</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">By bloody hands time can't deny</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And are washed away by your genocide</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">history</span> hides the lies of our civil wars</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">D'you wear a black armband</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">When they shot the man</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Who said "<span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Peace</span> could last forever"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And in my first memories</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">They shot Kennedy</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I went numb when I learned to see</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So I never fell for Vietnam</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">That you can't trust freedom</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">When it's not in your hands</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">When everybody's fightin'</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">For their promised land</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't need your civil war</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">feeds the rich while it buries the poor</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Your power hungry sellin' soldiers</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">In a human grocery store</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ain't that fresh</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't need your civil war</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Look at the shoes your filling</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Look at the blood we're spilling</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Look at the world we're killing</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The way we've always done before</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Look in the doubt we've wallowed</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Look at the <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">leaders</span> we've followed</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Look at the <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">lies</span> we've swallowed</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And I don't want to hear no more</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">My hands are tied</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">For all I've seen has changed my mind</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But still the wars go on as the years go by</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">With no love of God or human rights</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">'Cause all these dreams are swept aside</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">By bloody hands of the hypnotized</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Who carry the cross of homicide</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">history bears the scars</span> of our civil wars</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">~We practice selective annihilation of mayors</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And government officials</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">For example to create a vacuum</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Then we fill that vacuum</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">As popular war advances</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Peace is closer~</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't need your civil war</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It feeds the rich while it buries the poor</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Your power hungry sellin' soldiers</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">In a human grocery store</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ain't that fresh</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And I don't need your civil war</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't need your civil war</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't need your civil war</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Your power hungry sellin' soldiers</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">In a human grocery store</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ain't that fresh</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't need your civil war</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't need one more war</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't need one more war</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">That is just as civil as our country. Sorry-asses..</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">no comments</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I've highlighted on this song before 5 years ago in my friendster blog haha if you could find it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Whatever it is, just carry on with life. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"The show must go on"~Queen</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx7tNLRJMK5SLDpCh7pPF33a1k34W2ABxs8sKkEc1tRk0-xy7lfdemHt7lzIMUYfzGyV5GWjeNPrsr9xc0zz0tXuIJUWts5wIO6fxGncka8a5aMlnrIz2ZmY7pz_R8jnzfpva56FDGXvs/s1600-h/gunnn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx7tNLRJMK5SLDpCh7pPF33a1k34W2ABxs8sKkEc1tRk0-xy7lfdemHt7lzIMUYfzGyV5GWjeNPrsr9xc0zz0tXuIJUWts5wIO6fxGncka8a5aMlnrIz2ZmY7pz_R8jnzfpva56FDGXvs/s200/gunnn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434167790127803826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">[No guns on this one, another one has</span>]<br /></div></div>JaredThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03265923206568124868noreply@blogger.com0