If You can't play the game, you can always opt out... 

Who We Really Are

Listening to: Velvet Glove, Red Hot Chili Peppers
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So the Ah Beng was born in the British Isles, the Ah Lian speaks perfect English, the "Effeminate Dude" really is as straight as a ruler, the Mom is the youngest of all, the director slouches, his biatch really is the entrepreneur, the script writer is actually funny and the mamak is Chinese.

I bet if you've been clicking about the internet of Warwick Malaysians, chances are the hype about Malaysia Night has died down a little. Though, the cast of the play mirrors the motivation and backbone of the play... Stereotypes, do we fit the cast? To a certain extent, it's easy to think that each one of us are exempted from any particular form of stereotype but perhaps it's best to give it another bit of thought.

Sure, technical issues aside, the play was great... I admit I enjoyed myself on stage and though the bloody vice chancellor fell asleep (bastard). The cast were fun to work with and definitely have created an impression on me, as they made waves on stage. Anyway, enough M'Night talk...

For Asako Ohinata 

slip and slide up on my ass 

mm 

mmm 

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"Like the padi, the richer you get the lower you bow" Malay Proverb

"If you bow at all, bow low" Chinese Proverb

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Kelvin: In need of focus

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"Women can sell items and be topless in Liverpool, England—but only in tropical fish stores."

"In the quiet town of Connorsville, Wisconsin, it's illegal for a man to shoot off a gun when his female partner has an orgasm."

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image thanks to creators.com and Johnny Hart

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Silicon Valley: The gap between 2 implants...

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Midnights in Winter
The glowing fire
Lights up your face in orange and gold.
I see your sweet smile
Shine through the darkness
It’s line is etched in my memory.
Dear,I know I don't write as well,and this is taken off some song.
So I’d know you by heart.
But I do believe it conveys much of what I'd like to say.
Mornings in April
Sharing our secrets
We’d walk until the morning was gone.
We were like children
Laughing for hours
The joy you gave me lives on and on.
Missing you loads...
‘Cause I know you by heart.'
And here is to wishing...
I still hear your voice
On warm Summer nights
Whispering like the wind
that I'll learn to know you by heart...

Listening to: I Know You By Heart, Eva Cassidy
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A car smaller than what the eye can see...

"The motivation for human convinience stems from the desire of one man to kill another"

Think about it, from the rubber soles on our shoes (fighter jets) to this blog (the internet) all stem from the need to advance military technology at different stages of human civilization. The need to gain an edge against the enemy, the desire to destroy more or less... depending on how you look at it.

What was designed to save, destroys... and what was designed to destroy, saves. It almost seems as though should world peace ever be obtained, the end of human lifestyle development can't be far behind.

Engineers... Are we to be blamed?

The hands that build, can also destroy...

Note on Notes

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Thinking of: Concerto De Aranjuez (ending), Miles Davis


I can play one musical instrument well... it's called the CD player.

Today... I've gone on a Miles overload... I've gone through Sketches of Spain, Bitches Brew and Kind of Blue... It really does seem as though I've abandoned Miles, Coltrane and Mingus for months and then in one short burst, listen to everything. Old school jazz quartets... Masters of their arts! and to most, "It's the biggest load of tripe I've ever heard"

Aha! A terribly elitist comment... Taken off the Chicken Run.

Listening to Bitches Brew... I can't say I don't understand the tripe comment. It's sounds strangely incoherant at first listen and sounds absolutely random for the next hundred listens... if one bothers going that far! Supposedly recorded during Mile's experimental years. Well, I don't get it... I just listen to hope to get it.

"I used to go be put to bed listening to Bitches Brew"

That was from a bunch of Americans dining on the next table approximately a year ago... March 30th, last year. Ah well... good for him then. On the other hand, I tolerate the good ol' Chinese colony occupying the room upstairs with more than just Bitches Brew... though, it'd be strangely apt for the situation. "Shut the fuck up!!"

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Found at Xanana's...

Malaysian Rump Steak...

Listening to: Love Song For No One, John Mayer
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My life bears no resemblance to that just 50 days ago. Suddenly I find myself spiralling out of control once again, only with different circumstances. I find myself playing a "mamak" in a play and stuck on the computer refering to nonsence. It's time to delete that one game which has kept me in my room! Thats it... Cold Turkey time...

I find myself regressing into a state of which I hate... Yes, I'm comfy in my room and love what I have in it. From my books, my cd player all the way up to my kettle and boxes of tea and coffee.

"Organise youself!"

Because an idle mind is the devil's workshop(not to mention the perfect place for mental cobwebs),I meet up with friends to exchange conversation. Yet, where is my motivation to live. I cannot do this anymore... I've got to get out of my comfort zone and find motivation to once again, live as life has meant it. Not to be stuck in my comfy cell... No man is an island...

Valentines Day is upon us... I do wonder if I should pop out to Coventry on that day just to laugh at blokes looking all tense wondering if they should get the handcuffs in fur or plain. But seriously, blokes running from shop to shop looking for flowers and some cheapo chocolate. I don't understand the point of a pagan ritual in response to showing affection and love. Is it a reminder? An excuse? Definitely a big excuse to make more money...

perhaps a cover on National Geographic would help 

I saw...

Listening to: Offshore 97, Chicane
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I saw the hotshot of the department... It's casing was of a shiny bald head and a brown sports jacket.

An imperfect beauty

Listening to: Low Sun, Chicane
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Yes! I've written many things about this adopted country I live in... About my dislike for Townies (Chavs), the failings of its government, the desire to relive its colonial days and utter disregard for its culture.

However, I do like England... from its frosty winter mornings to the country side and the b- roads that connect them. I adore its art collection, the stage where musicals open and close their curtains. I enjoy the touristic spots and the parks that adorn cities. I mostly love the sunset on the horizon with green hills and white specks of sheep grazing in the fields. I love the little towns that speckle the country with so much charm and "cuteness." I love the carved coasts of Cornwall, and the mountains of Lake District... Sometimes its hard to imagine that all of this beauty reside in the same country that carry in her palm those who scream death. I suppose it goes with all countries. I love driving on country roads watching signs past by, heading towards the golden sky lined with picket fences. Its almost magical...

Ah, the British Isles... as much as you're tainted with blood, some parts of you are still as beautiful as ever.

Listening to: Let's Get Retarded, Black Eyed Peas
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Tensions rise everywhere, from the middle east to a high school classroom. Is the need to rise and revolt, to disagree and inherent part of human nature? Like how perfection is impossible, it will never be possible to obtain world peace.

I remember not too long ago, I sat at on a pew praying for it all to stop. Naive! Last I heard about global warming, it's predicted we're heading for a meltdown in 10 years. "Hunny, where is my super suit?!" I suppose not only is our little blue planet heading downwards, all mankind is following suit, spiraling to oblivion. Screw our dominant species bragging and brains and all that crap. It seems the only thing hindering our ability to think is our own selfish intelligence.

Shut these eyes and wait for the spinning to end....

"Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there." Will Rogers

Undead

Listening to: Already There, Chicane
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I placed my hands on the sensor
It told me I had no heartrate...

To the gym we go!!

Stories

Listening to: No Ordinary Morning, Chicane
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Everyone carry stories. Some known, other otherwise...

Some are scars from life, others, smiles from expirience