Friday, January 29, 2010

Avatar plagiarised Avtaar?

This is ridiculously funny.

I don't know how the comparisons of scenes can be made that way, but I sure hell give them credits for being so observant.

I think I also can give a few examples of English and Chinese movies that have the similar scenes!
Maybe I should alert them too, to go file a court case against James Cameroon.

HOWEVER, it's hell of a way to get on the news: ride on someone's wagon.

(I'm already helping to promote by blogging about this, no?)

Monday, December 28, 2009

self-layan pre-2010

eherm. cough. clear throat.

for the sake of having the last post of 2009 up, i'm gonna ramble for no particular reason.

i thought i was the only person who rarely blogs anymore.
But when i see the blog links of my friends, I felt like i fit in the group again...

BECAUSE almost everyone has not been blogging for months and a year!

*self layan is still layan*

And i'm bored shitless in the office, and that's probably what's happening to other companies as well when all are suddenly clearing the leave.

*what should i layan now?*

oh, and i feel old.. so OLD that i tak layan christmas anymore.
Probably won't layan new year too.
I mean i have celebrated it 23 times.
What is different?

Btw, santa. I even forgot to wish for a gift.
Can i do it post-xmas? Like now?

I want a Blackberry.

Thank you.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

RIP John Tan, with love.

I have no idea what to blog for quite some time.
Nothing amuses me anymore, life is not mundane, but nothing was out of the box.

Monday morning I received a call from someone I least expected to pass me a news that I wouldn't have expected to be so soon.

He has news about John Tan.

The guy who keep me entertained from pm till am over the phone.
The guy who taught me some computer technical terms.
The guy who taught me to listen to some songs.
The guy who told me what was it like to love someone, truly.
The guy who told me the love he has for his family and friends.
The guy who listened to my problems and advises.
The guy who listened to me nag on about my life without prejudice.
The guy who would skip sleeping to listen to me talk.
The guy who I can share secrets with no doubt.
The guy who was my first close male friend.
The guy who became my first puppy love.
The guy who became my first boyfriend.
The guy who let me feel the innocent love of childhood.
The guy who told me I'm special for who I am.
The guy who's understanding and told me I'm the same too.
The guy who made me feel sad and worry for him.
The guy who actually convinced me on LDR.
The guy who disappear on me without notice.
The guy who can make me forget my anger of him when he's back.
The guy who made me wonder of his whereabouts from time to time.
The guy who can live in anonymity without hesitation.
The guy who has great talents but kept low profile.
The guy who many people loved.

Yes, there's finally news about him after last seeing him 4 years ago.

After 4 long years, I met him again.
At his funeral.
He still looks the same.
And I heard he was still himself until his last day.
Low profile, anonymous and full of love (without showing it).
It took half a day for that news to sink in.
That he's no longer around.
That I can finally stop thinking about ways to keep in touch with him.

RIP John, and you'll always be loved by all of us.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Toy Boy? Schweett..

That guy has balls to go on a leashed parade.

But the 'Pretty Woman' song makes my hair stand. I don't know why.

If that's what Miss World Malaysia 2009 is about, kudos!

Thursday, August 13, 2009

wrong timing

I was chatting with a friend about our history on relationships.

Then I replied, "I'm always on wrong timing" for some question he asked.
I then realised, it's either wrong timing or I'm so stubborn, I like doing things the opposite way.
I just like rebelling.
Or Chinese called it 'fan jin'.

When there's someone who likes me, I don't.
In some cases, I like them after they stopped liking me.

OR, I will like someone and he doesn't like me.
Just when I got over him, he'll give hints that he likes me now.

But it's all fruitless ordeals because of the wrong timing.
So am I 'fan jin' or I'm just cursed with stepping on the stone at the wrong time?

I'm confused now.
So, I guess if it wasn't because of the wrong timing, I wouldn't have ended up with the wrong guys?
Bad assumption.

Still confused.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Scarry moment

I suddenly realised I have so many scars on me at the moment.

Probably have been collecting them for a while, because they go back to months ago when I was tracing back when I got each of it.

I have this surgery scar on my stomach and it's turning redder now. I still remember wishing it would be skin-coloured scar so that it's not so obvious. I think it's the alcohol making it red.

Then there's this scar on my knee when I fell on the way down from hiking Broga. It's now dark brown in colour, the size of 20cents. My tendency to scratch the scab previously has probably left me a very visible scar.

Related to the scar on my knee, is my sprained left ankle. If I move it at this certain angle or fling my leg around, then it will hurt. I'm quite sure this injury will come back to haunt me at old age.

The scab on mt left index finger has just came off yesterday. I accidentally stapled it almost 2 weeks ago.

On my left arm, there's this scar, also scab came off last few days. I scratched myself when I was bathing just because I was rubbing 'daki' out. (Don't laugh!)

Then my face has red-brown pimple scars all over. Few weeks ago, they started emerging as much as I had prayed for more money. I feel like a teen again, when the puberty hits.

And then I fell in the toilet almost 2 weeks ago when my dog was chasing me around. I landed on my butt with a thud! Couldn't remember much though, most probably because I'm a bit high on alcohol. Now it's dark purple and the bruise is bigger than a 50cents.

I am scarred!!!

If I'm ever suspected dead but unidentifiable, do look for all the scars above. I don't think any other girls will have as much scars as me. Thanks.

Thursday, August 06, 2009

Trashes in Archive

Just when you thought my blog is dead, I'm back again :)

And while I left blogger opened on my Explorer for half a day, I found something to share.
These are some of the weird/sick/funny/sad/touching emails that I found in my email archive.

YEAR 2010

Don't know if this is just a sick coincidence but....

2007 - Chinese year of the Chicken - Bird Flu Pandemic devastates parts of Asia

2008 - Chinese year of the Horse - Equine Influenza decimates Australian racing

2009 - Chinese year of the Pig - Swine Flu Pandemic kills hundreds of pigs around the globe.

Has any one else noticed this???!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It gets worse........

next year......
2010 - Chinese year of the Cock - what could possibly go wrong?
(I wonder too!)

Irena Sendler

This is for everyone who is not recognized for the good deeds they do.
And this is true!
The prize doesn't always go to the most deserving; it goes to those who want to push the agenda.

In May 2008, a 98 year-old Polish lady named Irena Sendler died.

During WWII, she got permission to work in the Warsaw Ghetto, as a Plumbing/Sewer specialist but she had an ulterior motive. She KNEW of the Nazi's plans for the Jews. Irena smuggled infants out in the bottom of the tool box she carried and, in the back of her truck, she had a burlap sack for the larger children. She had a dog in the back of the truck that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The soldiers wanted nothing to do with the dog and the barking covered the noise of the children. She managed to smuggle out and save 2,500 children before she was caught; the Nazis broke both her legs and her arms and beat her severely.

Irena kept a record of the names of all the children that she smuggled out which she kept in a glass jar buried under a tree in her back yard. After the War, she tried to locate any parents that had survived and reunited the families. Most, of course, had been gassed but she helped those children to be placed into foster family homes or adopted.

In 2007, Irena was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize but was not selected. Al Gore won - for a slide show on Global Warming!


Interviewer: "What is your birth date?"
Dumb : "13th October."
Interviewer : "Which year?"
Dumb: "Every year."

The Manager asked Dumb at an interview... .
"Can you spell a word that has more than 100 letters in it?"
Dumb replied: "P-O-S-T-B-O- X."

A tourist from U.S.A. asked Dumb whether any great man was born in his village...
Dumb said, "No sir, only babies were born here."

Dumb was doing an experiment with a cockroach.
First he cut off one leg and told it to "WALK! WALK!"
The cockroach walked. Then he cut off its second leg and told the same. The cockroach walked.
Then he cut off the third leg and did the same.
Finally, he cut off its fourth leg and ordered it walk! But the cockroach didn't walk.
Suddenly, Dumb said loudly, "I found it. If we cut a cockroach's four legs, it becomes deaf."

Dumb went into a hotel. To wash his hands, he went to the washbasin.
Then when he had finished, he started washing the basin.
Seeing this, the manager asked what was he doing.
Dumb pointed towards the signboard "* WASH BASIN * "

Interviewer : "Just imagine you're in the 20th floor of a building and it's on fire. How will you escape?"
Dumb: "It's simple.. I will just stop my imagination. "

At a political rally, Dumb was arrested.
Why??? Because a lady journalist with a badge which read "*PRESS*" pinned on the right part of her blouse walked past him... and he did it!

*Name has been changed to Dumb to avoid any misunderstanding*

Blogging with caution is one hell of a headache, as we all know, the funniest forwarded email you get is always not politically/racially correct.