If somehow you could find out when you were going to die, would you like to know or would you just let it be and leave it as death's li'l treasure to find you.
I think i would like to know, even though some might say if i knew, I'd be dreading the day, and feverishly counting down the days till the chest pump gives out.
But i guess i'll put that aside, and make the remaining days whether many or few, count.
Just live like you were dying, i guess.
I'll go jump the highest bungee jump in the world, i forgot where exactly it is, but i remember seeing it on an episode of the amazing race, hmmm, speaking of the amazing race, maybe i'll put out the best audition tape for the amazing race asia, and win the race itself.
I suppose knowing when you're gonna "blah" sorta makes you invincible in some way, like you're unbeatable, no one can take you down, Grrrr...!
I'll show a loved one lotsa love, more than what i have shown her, ever. Show her the side of me that has cared for her all these years, but a side she has never actually seen in the open, thanks to me bein awfully *blush* to show it....
Pinch my mom's cheeks real good!!! hehe!
Just live out loud, but depends on when exactly my expiry date comes along la, if its soon then mesti la tekan minyak enjoy kuat-kuat, but if its still a long way to go then i guess enjoy kuat-kuat anyway, but in a gradual manner.
Assuming its a long way off, then i guess, i'll do that bucket list sorta thingy,
get a vespa, a dark green one, a mini cooper the old school model in blood red, a nice li'l 2 storey terrace house, with a nice lawn with carpet grass with a big shady mango tree and them old cast iron swings people usually have, love those! Can put out a blanket on the lawn at night at watch the stars or laze on a deck chair in the evenings under the mango tree.
Well along with the house, even though in some way it would be fun to live alone, but i guess sharing that lovely home with a lovely wifey would be the cherry on the cake.
But if i were to die before me wifey does, then i'd be *sobs* heart broken, knowing i'll be leaving her behind all alone. *waaahhh!* :(
I'd suddenly be the most insane footy player, amongst friends that is, cos i'd be fearless mate!! Tackles would be crisp, clean and hard!
We're "supposed" to live each day like it was our last, but unless you know its your last, very few people actually do. I think it would change the monotony of my day to day living.
I'll smoke weed at leaaaaaaaaast once and maybe twice if its really as good as its hyped up to be. :P
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
of a satu malaysia!!
Read an article that i liked quite a bit in The Star the other day, so I'm gonna put it up here, Star don't sue me please, saya buat promo bagi kamu jugak tahu. :)
Ini dia:
Striving for 1Malaysia If this country wishes to forge ahead and compete, we have to stop placing importance on the race of a person.
WHEN filling up any official or unofficial forms, there is always a column for race and another for religion that comes soon after the Name and IC Number columns.
I have never been able to comprehend the importance accorded to such columns.
In my humble opinion, such columns would only lead to racial segregation, and unless they are abolished, the concept of 1Malaysia or any other similar slogans will never work because we are still invariably defined and institutionalised by race and religion.
Being a child of Indian-Chinese parentage, I have always felt “forced” to identify myself as one of the identified races (Indian), especially so when the official forms come with the usual identified racial components; Chinese, Malay or Indian.
(Hmmm... just to kurang ajar next time, whenever we fill up a form with such a column/space, we shud lukis another space of our own labelled 'Malaysian' then tick that space, hehe)
It is one thing to have such a column/space in official/unofficial forms (although it has been beyond me to understand the importance or need to know this information) if it is just for official records such as statistical purposes.
But when the people around you, who are supposed to be your role models in teaching and guiding you about life in this world, are placing importance on race and that you be identified by it, this to my mind is unacceptable.
An educator once told me (in a class filled with students), that it was shameful that I was unable to speak Tamil, my supposed mother tongue, and repeatedly preached to me on how children from mixed marriages often grow up “confused” – that is, growing up, like me, without a fixed religion.
With due respect, I was truly aghast at his closed-mindedness and coming from an educator certainly adds salt to the wound; and it made me wonder what kind of brainwashing he had been subjected to.
Asked how I would identify myself ethnically, I would say that I do not identify myself with any particular race; I identify myself proudly as a Chinese and an Indian.
(You should have told him to "shaddup lah...!", cos that's what i told a dumb bitch once who tried to fuck with me bout the matter since i can't speak Tamil either, and she kept jabbering away about me being a shame as I'm an Indian and all that crap, who the fuck decided that to be defined as an Indian one must be able to speak Tamil, go fuck yourself with a Tamil Neesan newspaper lah!)
Both are my heritage and it would be a pity if I had to choose between either.
To me, if this country wishes to forge ahead and compete – or just to stay in place while the rest of the world is forging ahead – we have to let go of this importance that we place on the race of a person.
It is hard to understand this race situation when our Constitution allows for a quota system to be practised.
In my humble opinion, narrow policies should be abolished and the fact that our fellow Malaysians are asking for equal treatment among all Malaysian citizens, without undue preference to any particular race/ethnicity, should not be seen as a race-related request.
I wish Malaysians would embrace cosmopolitanism and not see the necessity for any racial or gender connotations.
The concept of having to register one’s name on the birth certificate with “a/p” for those of paternal Indian heritage is completely unnecessary.
I am glad that this was not practised in my family.
Far from implying that we are not proud of our heritage and our roots because we do embrace both Chinese and Indian cultures equally in our daily life, the fact that we can all pray together as a family in a church, a Chinese temple or an Indian temple is something that, although amusing to many of my friends, I am proud of.
Another criticism that I have, with regard to the importance accorded to race or religion, is the racial stereotypes.
The stereotyping associated with each race – the most common examples being “Malays are lazy, Chinese are greedy and Indians cannot be trusted” – has to stop as it serves no meaningful purpose other than to widen the racial gap.
(heyyy.... you can trust me....... even though I'm Indian)
Such racial stereotyping is man-made and should be done away with. Lastly, I also wish all the politicking over our country’s education system would stop.
The recent policy change/discussion on our education system causes students to be treated as mere lab rats and the PPSMI issue, for example, was somehow turned into a race-related issue when it should have been regarded as a noble intention and solution to move the country forward.
Although there are valid arguments for both, I personally prefer single stream schools to vernacular schools which, I believe, create racial disunity and destroy relationships among the different races.
This, to me, can be easily solved by never forgetting the myriad of races in this country and by encouraging and allowing diversity to be part of our national school system without compromising the roots of each ethnicity.
(And also ban same race marriages, cos that would be soooo cool!)
In this way – all races can learn and understand the culture of each ethnicity.
Only then can we truly say we are “1Malaysia”.
By MELISSA SASIDARAN
-PUTIK LADA-
Ini dia:
Striving for 1Malaysia If this country wishes to forge ahead and compete, we have to stop placing importance on the race of a person.
WHEN filling up any official or unofficial forms, there is always a column for race and another for religion that comes soon after the Name and IC Number columns.
I have never been able to comprehend the importance accorded to such columns.
In my humble opinion, such columns would only lead to racial segregation, and unless they are abolished, the concept of 1Malaysia or any other similar slogans will never work because we are still invariably defined and institutionalised by race and religion.
Being a child of Indian-Chinese parentage, I have always felt “forced” to identify myself as one of the identified races (Indian), especially so when the official forms come with the usual identified racial components; Chinese, Malay or Indian.
(Hmmm... just to kurang ajar next time, whenever we fill up a form with such a column/space, we shud lukis another space of our own labelled 'Malaysian' then tick that space, hehe)
It is one thing to have such a column/space in official/unofficial forms (although it has been beyond me to understand the importance or need to know this information) if it is just for official records such as statistical purposes.
But when the people around you, who are supposed to be your role models in teaching and guiding you about life in this world, are placing importance on race and that you be identified by it, this to my mind is unacceptable.
An educator once told me (in a class filled with students), that it was shameful that I was unable to speak Tamil, my supposed mother tongue, and repeatedly preached to me on how children from mixed marriages often grow up “confused” – that is, growing up, like me, without a fixed religion.
With due respect, I was truly aghast at his closed-mindedness and coming from an educator certainly adds salt to the wound; and it made me wonder what kind of brainwashing he had been subjected to.
Asked how I would identify myself ethnically, I would say that I do not identify myself with any particular race; I identify myself proudly as a Chinese and an Indian.
(You should have told him to "shaddup lah...!", cos that's what i told a dumb bitch once who tried to fuck with me bout the matter since i can't speak Tamil either, and she kept jabbering away about me being a shame as I'm an Indian and all that crap, who the fuck decided that to be defined as an Indian one must be able to speak Tamil, go fuck yourself with a Tamil Neesan newspaper lah!)
Both are my heritage and it would be a pity if I had to choose between either.
To me, if this country wishes to forge ahead and compete – or just to stay in place while the rest of the world is forging ahead – we have to let go of this importance that we place on the race of a person.
It is hard to understand this race situation when our Constitution allows for a quota system to be practised.
In my humble opinion, narrow policies should be abolished and the fact that our fellow Malaysians are asking for equal treatment among all Malaysian citizens, without undue preference to any particular race/ethnicity, should not be seen as a race-related request.
I wish Malaysians would embrace cosmopolitanism and not see the necessity for any racial or gender connotations.
The concept of having to register one’s name on the birth certificate with “a/p” for those of paternal Indian heritage is completely unnecessary.
I am glad that this was not practised in my family.
Far from implying that we are not proud of our heritage and our roots because we do embrace both Chinese and Indian cultures equally in our daily life, the fact that we can all pray together as a family in a church, a Chinese temple or an Indian temple is something that, although amusing to many of my friends, I am proud of.
Another criticism that I have, with regard to the importance accorded to race or religion, is the racial stereotypes.
The stereotyping associated with each race – the most common examples being “Malays are lazy, Chinese are greedy and Indians cannot be trusted” – has to stop as it serves no meaningful purpose other than to widen the racial gap.
(heyyy.... you can trust me....... even though I'm Indian)
Such racial stereotyping is man-made and should be done away with. Lastly, I also wish all the politicking over our country’s education system would stop.
The recent policy change/discussion on our education system causes students to be treated as mere lab rats and the PPSMI issue, for example, was somehow turned into a race-related issue when it should have been regarded as a noble intention and solution to move the country forward.
Although there are valid arguments for both, I personally prefer single stream schools to vernacular schools which, I believe, create racial disunity and destroy relationships among the different races.
This, to me, can be easily solved by never forgetting the myriad of races in this country and by encouraging and allowing diversity to be part of our national school system without compromising the roots of each ethnicity.
(And also ban same race marriages, cos that would be soooo cool!)
In this way – all races can learn and understand the culture of each ethnicity.
Only then can we truly say we are “1Malaysia”.
By MELISSA SASIDARAN
-PUTIK LADA-
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
of everybody's leaving.....
Just yesterday I left in the wee hours of the morning a while after the World Cup final, to go see off me cina macha named Yi min/Min-min/ Mini min/Ducky, at the airport, and thank goodness for Rapid Penang for having the rather new bus route 102, Teluk Bahang<-->Airport!
The dude's starting work on wednesday already, his partner in crime, the lord of mockery, Choo! As in Joseph not Boon Teik, left last Wednesday, (sorry i couldn't be there choo, ada exam).
So here's wishing them all the best in their working life down south, show 'em Sing cooks that you are better than them!!
MIN!! Find a wife!
CHOO!! Don't frequent by geylang so often ar!
But will really miss you dudey's, take care mateys, hope to see you soon!
*salutes!!!*
The dude's starting work on wednesday already, his partner in crime, the lord of mockery, Choo! As in Joseph not Boon Teik, left last Wednesday, (sorry i couldn't be there choo, ada exam).
So here's wishing them all the best in their working life down south, show 'em Sing cooks that you are better than them!!
MIN!! Find a wife!
CHOO!! Don't frequent by geylang so often ar!
But will really miss you dudey's, take care mateys, hope to see you soon!
*salutes!!!*
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
of stardust and love
There's this one movie that really surprised me and caught me off guard, cos I never thought I'd turn out liking it. It's based on a novel called Stardust by Neil Gaiman. Recently download the PDF format of it to get the book's version of the story, yet to start on it though.
I really like the story, very original, to my view.
Well there's a line from the movie from Claire Danes' character, Yvaine, that really made me feel mushy and all on the inside, here it is,
You know when I said I knew little about love?
That wasn't true. I know a lot about love.
I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable.
All those wars. Pain, lies, hate...
It made me want to turn away and never look down again.
But when I see the way that mankind loves...
You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful.
So yes, I know that love is unconditional.
But I also know that it can be
unpredictable,
unexpected,
uncontrollable,
unbearable
and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and...
What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan?
I never imagined I'd know it for myself.
My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it.
Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more.
It belongs to you.
And if you wanted it,
I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion.
Nothing but knowing you loved me too.
Just your heart, in exchange for mine.
*melts into a puddle of cheese.........*
ohhh...dear.... those words there really sealed it for me.
*Just your heart in exchange for mine. Sigh.........*
I really like the story, very original, to my view.
Well there's a line from the movie from Claire Danes' character, Yvaine, that really made me feel mushy and all on the inside, here it is,
You know when I said I knew little about love?
That wasn't true. I know a lot about love.
I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable.
All those wars. Pain, lies, hate...
It made me want to turn away and never look down again.
But when I see the way that mankind loves...
You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful.
So yes, I know that love is unconditional.
But I also know that it can be
unpredictable,
unexpected,
uncontrollable,
unbearable
and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and...
What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan?
I never imagined I'd know it for myself.
My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it.
Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more.
It belongs to you.
And if you wanted it,
I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion.
Nothing but knowing you loved me too.
Just your heart, in exchange for mine.
*melts into a puddle of cheese.........*
ohhh...dear.... those words there really sealed it for me.
*Just your heart in exchange for mine. Sigh.........*
Friday, July 9, 2010
of the lizard!
"but the lizard....he's going to die" Hahaha!!!
The last scene, would that be called a bird in a can, or a can containing a bird.....? hmmm....
Plus you know who did the animation effects, Industrial Light and Magic, Yeaah, that's riiight, the studio owned and founded by George Lucas who created only the best movie ever in our existence, Star Wars!
yeah, pixar eat this!
Rango should be out in March next year, and he's voiced by Johnny Depp.. :)
Monday, June 21, 2010
of a tribute
Exactly one week ago, the very loved Hammie belonging to Banana baby passed away, leaving her really really sad. I couldn't be there for her but sent her my condolences. Too bad i never got the chance to see that cute li'l hammie, the adorable furball! She even got hammie a li'l casket with a goodbye blankie as well.
I'm sure hammie's up in hamster heaven nibbling on all the sunflower seeds she can get her furry paws on and snuggling up warmly with all the others hamsters when its time to sleep. :)
So here's a belated toast to Hammie! And all the other furry and non-furry friends of ours!
I'm sure hammie's up in hamster heaven nibbling on all the sunflower seeds she can get her furry paws on and snuggling up warmly with all the others hamsters when its time to sleep. :)
So here's a belated toast to Hammie! And all the other furry and non-furry friends of ours!
Sunday, June 20, 2010
of an unexpected gift
Received a little something from some people cos of a ummm... little something i did, which ummm... aided one of them. Received it the same day i went for breakfast with Banana Baby, which was a while back, yes, i know. Wondering why i'm only mentioning about it now, well, been somewhat kinda ummm... shy to mention it la, hee...
Here's what i got...ehhe....
It's got chips, chocs, peanuts, hand soap, body soap, mouth wash, face wash(which i have no use for), deodorant, wardrobe air freshener, and a repeat of one of the soaps.
Strange thing is, i haven't got down to opening it, feel a lil'l odd thinking about it. Feel like i'm undeserving of getting it even though the people who gave it say i totally do. (Thanks Miss Maggie and the others for it!)
So its just sitting here, on my table, unopened, collecting dust and occupying space. Hmmm......
Here's what i got...ehhe....
Strange thing is, i haven't got down to opening it, feel a lil'l odd thinking about it. Feel like i'm undeserving of getting it even though the people who gave it say i totally do. (Thanks Miss Maggie and the others for it!)
So its just sitting here, on my table, unopened, collecting dust and occupying space. Hmmm......
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