Irrelevant, I Think

Conceptualize.

I wonder how am I in relations to another human being?

Have I made many enemies?

Well I have heard of the theory that we can never entertain all of them. Everyone, statistically, is bound to have at least one enemy during their lifetime.

So okay I got a few enemies. Even so, did I, instead, manage to treat all my close friends well?

Did I remember to say "Please," for every favor I asked and "Thank you," for each of them was favored?

I often wonder whether am I a good friend, a listener, in giving advice, in lending help, in refuse for other priorities, etc. I am selfish at times but do I pay my fair share of contribution to society in promoting altruism? (I just found out this word when I search thesaurus for "selfless" heh)

I want to be a good friend. Everyone, I believe, would love to be a good friend to their buddies. Why quarrel then? Because each of them is thinking the other person is not being a good friend. How is that possible? By law of mathematics when you add both negative of equal value you should get nothing, ergo, no issue. Unless the difference in values would result a loss or a profit in outcome of the situation. "You lose a friend," or "The relationship got stronger," given that the higher value leads the calculation. If the concept of multiplying is used, both negative or positive should end up of positive values. Meaning good guys will remain among good guys and similar can go for the bad guys as well. The difference in positive and negative regardless of which leads the incident would result in negative outcome anyway.

I'm getting there.

The objective should be two; the positive outcome which is preferred and zero as no issue is always a peaceful way to go. Under the rules of addition, by keeping our values as low as possible, we minimize the risk of loss in outcome thus the infinite target would be zero as peaceful result is the way to go. However, by keeping our values high, dominance would be an issue when your value is higher than the dominant in the calculation resulting a loss. However, naturally, when our value is higher, our dominance increases as well and by right the relationship should be stronger given that the value of the counterpart is much lower.

Oh well, that doesn't sound right isn't?

We go to the rule of multiplication heheh. Positive with positive and negative with negative. It's pretty simple really. Relationship is better off when u're with a person of similar style or value.

Really?

Schmehh~

Pompuan Time

I have a fiction-self which of course comes with a partner I can only enjoy in dreams. Boys will be boys huh?

My first female celebrity crush. Elizabeth Hurley is my idea of absolute beauty. Possibly also for Arabs, Persians and Hindustans among the top of my list. Ohhh~

There was one period during my middle high school days I fell for this lovely Rachel Leigh Cook, especially (or possibly only) in She's All That. Still think she is cute though.

During earlier childhood times I always have admired Betty instead of Veronica (possibly the same for others heh). Although I do think I'd love to spoil thy precious Ronnie and hard-to-get Midge sometimes came into mind but the sporty and kind and positive and ever so cheerful is such a character to be adored and loved so dearly.

Today, Tina Fey baby. Smart, beautiful, funny and everything sugar and spice. Well, I guess we never know whether she actually farts shit stink or shave her beard and hairy back everyday or any gross stuffs you can imagine that could spoil your food appetite for the rest of your marital years.

I could have make a longer list, but Googling over the internet for pretty ladies seems rather too sad for me. Anyway, ever listened to Dave Matthews' Dreamgirl?

I have it played in my head everyday.

Fiction Me

I often see myself in fictional characters I read in comics, watched in television or just in magazines today. Seeing, as in, either I think I am actually similar to them or just wishing to be like them.

Jughead, or possibly with a hint of Archie to come with it.

Chandler and most of the time I do think I'm more of Ross. Either way.

Donatello - my favourite turtle. Second comes Michelangelo.

Man, I always thought and still think that this dude is super awesome. Probably because of that glorious super cool body shoulder armor, with that dagger too that can kill aliens and play music? I know it's originated from the Green Ranger but is it the same dagger?

Well, at the end, I'd think that I would just end up just like this fella below anyway;

I am unique as I wish and to me alone I am a fictional creation of these characters.

Ticking Bomb

Some say, "Its not that bad. You should be grateful with what you already have,".

Damnit.

I would have settle for a lot less for this shit to end!

Bread and Fish

When the vocals are perfect in harmony, the percussion is right on the beat and the instruments are, in fact, instrumental - you know you can feel the music direct to your heart as your finger starts tapping while your feet seems unrest on the carpet. Some would just lost in their dreams enjoying the creation of melody in their own fantasy and some would straight on stand up and joget in pleasure of celebrating the wonder of music.

Metaphorically.

Yet owh I would most probably be the one who enjoy the music silently, perhaps, preferably at least.

"It felt so right,"

The timing can never be better. The flow of the conversation was perfect; the moment of silence is just as good as those sweet words she and I recited in casual poetry. The fragrance of fresh green grass with blossoming jasmine and lilacs. The warm romantic lightings at the heart of the cool evening city under the full, (Well, nearly full la but you know when you're in this kind of situation everything is perfect heh) lunar experience. It was the music that has been missing for so long. It was often found in dreams, during lonely quiet moments on the bench by the local lakeside, during empty silence in the toilet; berak or whatsover, in the library while you're mendagu looking outside through the large windows.

The reality is now, finally, better than your dreams, and thus, the finger starts tapping.

It's just a beautifully written and performed song. Not long yet a meaningful symphony. It can be like those 2 hours long live jazz session on Wednesdays at Sandwiches I enjoy once a week or month. Good music is cool but I don't want to find a song to keep for life. Love is love and music is music. Well, metaphor is, in fact, metaphor. Yet, I find that to fabricate love with bread or fish is almost never relevant to the story as such strength of Romeo and Juliet we most often wish to be.

"Selling a gun for the first time is a lot like having sex for the first time,"

-Yuri Orlov in the movie Lord of War-

Well, that's different.

Love is a lot like a box of chocolate. Perhaps. You never know what you're gonna get. I, for one, is full of it. Chocolate I mean. A box of them to offer and yet, unopened for so long I fear it'll melt and sticky and blerh not that nice to eat.

Or.

Love is like the ocean. There're too many of them around but you have yet fish your own sexy wearing-only-clams-as-clothings mermaid. Well, perhaps you've lost your paddle for the sampan boat and everyone else nowadays is using the new Yamaha FX SHO Waverunner. You know how chicks dig cool rides kan?

Owh well, at least you got your sampan already. I'm still saving money for the bread. If you're not properly packed up you might get really hungry in the middle of the ocean.

I'm Not Unique

I'm not that very fond of being a stereotype. Yet, my previous entry, as I happen to like to read my own writings over and over, seems somewhat very typical. There are a lot of this topic been written around and I, apparently, have become the stereotype blogger. Well, actually perhaps always has been.

Sigh.

So, stereotype pon stereotype la.

I Love KL and Selangor

Kuala Lumpur is awesome.

Well, I want to include Shah Alam, Petaling Jaya or Damansara in it but it's in Selangor and mentioning both doesn't sound that cool (See title) for a phrase and Klang Valley doesn't sound that commercial.

Anyway, I just read an article regarding how cool is KL from the newly found TimeOut KL magazine April issue and so often that we find so many have wrote about how much they love KL on and on till we go "Yeah all of us like KL too la so what meh?". I think it's about time that it's my turn to be among these "Say it out loud I love KL" group of people and touch about the matter I love so dearly- good food.

It's rather intriguing really that how can we actually easily find this whole range of food from mee goreng mapley, char kuey teow, Ramli burger, chicken rice and many other mouth-watering oily and calorie overloaded local range of cuisines at any time of the day around KL. People have 24-hours convenience store like Starmart, 7-Eleven, strip bar perhaps but here, there's no other better place in this world, selfishly claim, can fuel us up all night than our bottomless but paid teh tarik at kedai mamak near you.

Do we actually eat so much in a day that there're so many places to eat open 24-hours everyday? How does the economy demand and supply work? Does the 24-hours culture exists when the mamak stalls conveniently provide us the place to hangout at any time of the day or the people actually wants to hang out at any time of the day then the mamak owner saw a business opportunity there? I complicate things am I? Anyway, anything can go hot in the market nowadays. Bad singers can also be famous, stupidity can raise publicity, eating disgusting stuffs can top the rating on international television network, etc. What awesomeness created this awesome culture that it is awesome to lepak at Ameer Ali or Kopitiam awesomely all night?

Either way, I'm very happy that I live in, well near, KL that we can easily find place to hangout anywhere in the Klang Valley from Shah Alam, PJ, Damansara, KL and the coolest place of all , Bandar Baru Bangi at any time of the day. Did you know Think Tank Malaysia meets at night at Mamak Stalls in KL to discuss regarding national economy, political, science, etc matters? They say that the brain works to its most optimum level around midnight under humid medium temperature with the influence of the mixture of tea and condensed milk often popularly known as teh tarik and possibly with bread preferably roti canai or equivalent. Awesome.