It brings me back to when I and that around me was innocent, or so it seemed till I learnt to perceive things in ways not so innocent anymore.

Now I wonder, is all and everything about is infact shrewed and twisted?

Some wise men that I can vaguely recall often mention that equality lies in everything, though it be in different manners. Popularly known example I would say is the "yin and yang" concept.

But men as men are and has always been find it easier to find the company of misery and pain more pleasurable. I say this because it seems that sapians (myself included) rather whine, wail, nag, complain and keep going in such manner relentlessly.

Why?

Cause the world around us sees the ill in all, we pick it up subconsciously or otherwise?

I guess what one has to see is, when ur pencil goes blunt find a sharpener to sharpen it. Sharpener gets spoilt or not available then look for a knife or buy a new one or borrow it from someone or buy a mechanical pencil to avoid such troubles (dont forget to stock up on the refill leads) think a lil more and the "or's" will just keep poppin out.

I guess what one needs most is the will to seek for a how.....

For when there is willingness to look for answers, problems dissolve and solutions appear in abundance. Even if the following solution presents itself in a problem state....

THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE.... stop whining and start to bloody look for it!!

(p.s. I went a lil cuckoo when I typed this.. yeah... enjoy... peace)

Hello =)
And no I not trying to apply to be one of those CSIish people. The forensic exam is just a fancy name for the law paper that all provisionally registered pharmacists like myself have to sit for in order to qualify ourselves to be entitled for full registration once we finish our training year.

The exam itself was an interesting experience, cuz.... the power went out for like an hour!
Though it was a 3.5 hr paper, being law paper and as law usually is as law is that is to say law being twisted, turned, wound about, dance (instead of beat cuz i feel beat is not of the proper magnitude) around bush, go roun and roun circles or maybe even ovals, run back and fourth, go down under and surface up again...

Lost track of what I was talking about? well, that is law =)

And that is why you don't usually have the time to finish it. Oh, this is an open book test but that is no consolation.

So back to where the power went out, the exam officers or watever else one would call them hushed about making phone calls and walking in and out trying to somehow get power back so we can continue. It was all just to announce to us that the power was out for the whole area and that we had to wait for it =)

Then came out all the phones and apple junk (iphone, ipod.. no ipads.. etc) which was our attempt to have some light to carry on doing the paper as there was no guarantee that the time lost in waitin was to be compensated to us (which was semi true, they extended the exam by 30minutes).

As the minutes went by the officers came into the room with several torchlights which they placed about in the room to help give light. The environment was interesting, dimly lit room in the orange shade of the lights cast out by the torches with the occasional white lights from those of our gadget here n there.

Power came back eventually... and we raced for as much as we could to finish the paper.... I shall not comment on the paper itself but leave this post with the hope that it was not the papers that finished us instead =)

Last night I tagged along with my colleague to drop another off at the airport, before that we stopped by a mamak nearby for dinner. The place was packed and we didn't have any choice but to sit on a table directly in front of the cashier counter on which there was this old lady was already seated.

Moments after we were seated we noticed that old lady (who was directly next to me) trying to look at my tee (was wearing the Mc Olimpic run tee) and abruptly she asked me if I was an university student. And this was how the following conversation went
*I have translated the convo to english*

Lady: which uni are u from?

Me: errr, UCSI... Sedaya.... (why is she fidgeting about so much??)

Lady: Still studying??

Me: Nop, I've graduated. (she is freggin creeping me out)

Lady: Working?

Me: Yes. (plzzz stop talking to mee)

Lady: Where?

Me: Hospital Kt. (Y did I choose to sit here, damn!)

Lady: As what?

Me: Pharmacist. (I am afraiid... very afraiiid)

Lady: Oh, so u studied drugs?

Me: yeah. (pretend that you're watching the TV, she might give up)

Alvin: (my collegue) Dude is she "psy"??

Me: Perhaps (and she seems not to get the idea that I dont want to talk)

Lady: U have a girlfriend??

Me: huh!? (crap!! TELL HER U DO!!!)... yes I do

Lady: When gettin married?

Me: err, not sure

Lady: U're parents know?

Me: Yes. (If I had a gf, almost no one will know =P)
*Another colleague just joined the table after getting something from the car, alvin filled him in*

Hua loon: U wanna change place??

Me: Yes please!

Lady: They like her? (Still determined to keep talkin with me)

Me: Yes. (I doubt my parents would approve the kinda girls that I wanna bring home)

Next, the lady tarts ranting away about her sons and their lives and studies. I couldn't really und what exactly she was saying as she spoke in her thick Terengganu dialect and spoke very softly. But the gist of it seems like sons who didn't really bother about her after themselves having achieved in life. At some point I thought I heard her say that they look for her only when in trouble.

At that point the guys found a table and I kinda mumbled something about "srry" to her before grabbing my drink and moving a away to safety *phew*

The thing is, although I felt extremely awkward and abit fearfull (if she was a psy ptx, then god knows if she might suddenly snog me or wat) I did feel sad for her. The fact of matter is, she probably wouldn't be this way if she got the care and attention that she needed from her good-for-nothing-sons (she mentioned she had 6 of them). Or if she was indeed a psy patient, her goddamn sons should provide her better care than to leave her by herself. (Her clothes were old, she was unkept, and from what she was eating I guessed that the shop people gave it to her out of pity)

Seriously, to all those cock-heads out there who think they are waay better and that these old tards are nothing but trouble and burden I say just think about what you would feel if u were in their shoes. One day you will be in their shoes (when u fucks get old) and I hope to god that ur sons and daughters treat u like the piece of crap that you are. You wouldn't even be who you are now if it wasn for them....

On another note... just now during dinner some random guy came and shook my hand (this guy I am quite positive he is a psy patient) He later on went about jumping tables and getting shoo-ed away. Meh... there are few others like him who roam about the city around here... Wonder what's their story =S

It was deepavali last weekend, so naturally I was back in my hometown (now I can actually mean it when I say hometown =p) This year we're not supposed to celebrate deepavali as the family is in mourning for a distant relative who recently passed away in my paternal side of the family. So instead we decided to take this opportunity to have a family barbecue dinner seeing as we hardly see much of each other ever since most of us started entering tertiary education.

To sum it up, it was pretty decent and quality time that we managed to spend with each other which thus far has been eluding us. Before I go on, let me introduce the younger girls of my family
And this one is the shot of most of the cousins in the family


This one shows some of us involved in the preparation of food and of some others who seemed to be involved for the pic shot =)


Two of the most productive people that night, taking their time to cheek about over here and possibly trying to prove a point that work can be fun.


Sausages


It wasnt all meat, we had fruits n vegetables too =)


Good times eating, chatting and catching up with each other =)

Apparently the night was not over as I thought it was, my family decided to finally force me into cutting a cake (my birthday jz recently passed at that time). They have been trying for some years now and bravo to them for finally succeeding =)

I'm real grateful to this lot for the surprise though =) And I'll just stop at that to avoid getting overtly emotional and making a fool of myself.

(my dear cousin was too overexcited planning the surprise that my name got spelled waaay wrong.. lol )

p.s. I'd like to apologize to my cousins who only managed to take bad pictures due to my incompetent photo-posing abilities =S