As always, I am reminded that there isn’t a lot I can do personally to change the mess we’re in. At best, I can be informed and make informed decisions.

I can teach the curious not to be sheep and I can ‘keep my own side of the street clean.’ I could go on about it here, but what would be the point? The people who read what I write are readers and generally thinkers. I’d be preaching to the choir.

President Carter tried to warn us. He told us if we didn’t change our priorities we’d be in exactly the place we are now. Did we listen? Obviously not, because here the fuck we are. I’m thinking things will have to get a lot worse before people are motivated to take action.

I have tired, and believe me it’s no easy task to explain this man.

This man tired to save us. If we listen, he still could.

There’s no shame, I admit he really writes better than me.

In which the author invites past friends from a bygone era.

Last Saturday I invited my old friends from Woodlands Secondary. We used to play soccer almost everyday after school. But after secondary school days we barely met and played soccer. Infact these days I get the feeling that I play more like a retiree.

Its funny how time changes things. Everyone moves on.

The dinner was great and it was nice to see my friends having a good time, chatting and mocking our old teachers. I even made a mini World Cup tournament on my Xbox360 just to see who the best FIFA player was.

In a surprising turn of events the final match between Argentina and Brazil was played between the oldest, my brother, and the youngest, Mathi’s brother.

After my brother won the tournament, my friends wished everyone at home a good night’s rest and left with similes on their faces. Although I know I can’t afford to give them fancy treats I did what I could. Seeing the happiness on my friends’ faces makes it all worth while.

My only disappointment was the fact that I had to cancel my lunch plans for my polytechnic friends. It seems the few people I called were not able to make it because of their various commitments.

I wanted to have a real gathering but seeing how small the number would turn out, I decide to invite them some other time. I only hope everyone would be free by then.

When I eventually invite them I plan to play play our old cheesy animations so that we can laugh at our own work and remember the times we had in the poly.

Now will you look at the time, I am running late for my midnight run.

In which the author got lazy to blog about his little trip to the city of tourist prices.

I have been busy. I have been busy woolgathering. Busy thinking about stories I want to tell. Now this is the excuse I give for not wanting to blog about my holiday. Besides my friend, Hong Kiat, has taken the time to blog about the trip we had. All I need to do now is to provide you folks with the links. So here are the Links.

Day 1 – Departure, Arrival, Old Railway, Jalan Petaling
Day 2 – Twin towers, KL Towers, Time Square and Jalan Alor
Day 3 – Batu Caves, National Museum, Planetarium, Central Market
Day 4 – KL Sentral, Journey Home

The Real Truth of Kuala Lumpur, Capital City of Malaysia
She has cut-throat tourist prices for all her man made attractions, her taxi drivers are a shameless bunch, her traffic laws seems non-existent to her general public, her deceivingly cheap travel lodges live off the unfamiliarity of her visiting aliens milking them of their money but most importantly she is just like any other modern city, big, very noisy and in her own metropolitan way, beautiful.

A Group Picture We Just Had to Take
You know how it is with people. Every new place we visit we often want a group picture as evidence to show to someone at some point in the future that we weren’t bluffing them and also to remember how our friends (we) actually looked like in their (our) yesteryears. This picture is kinda like that.

If you can’t recognize me, I am the guy on the extreme right of the photograph, the one with the bad pose and hairstyle showing off the fact that I do indeed brush my teeth three times daily.

In the blistering heat at the dawn of the modern era lies the little town of Marsiling – a secluded hamlet that derives its name from the unknown. The young men you see here were part of a team that played together on Christmas day two years ago.

The club chairman who is dressed in green is seen beside the imposing figure to your right, whom he calls his best friend in the whole wide world.

The most notable person missing from this picture was the club most intimating defender who not only happens to be the chairman’s elder brother but was the one who had been appointed with the laborious task of taking this colour picture.

No prizes for guessing. Yes, I am the one with the big smile shamelessly advertising my pearly whites. I had this big smile because I thought it was going to be my last week at Stagmont camp. I thought wrong. It was going to be my place of servitude for the next 20 months or so. February 2005.

Considered to be my favourite of holidays, Deepavali 2004. A rare moment in which I had practiced tremendous restrain in trying not to show my white teeth. Notice the haircuts. Some of the guys were enlisted prior to this festive occasion.

If you folks have the time, you would do well to head down to my friend Latiff’s Blog. His blog is really an enlightening and earth shattering novelization of life.

There is a ton of remarkable arguments and thesis on the blog that I personally have felt needed to reach a much larger audience. Folks, you may or may not agree with his arguments and thesis but the fact remains, he is one of the very few people I personally know willing to write about mature subjects and has a genuine concern on the path we humans beings are taking.

But be warned this is no Sunday Tea Club. It’s not one of those average celebrity blogs where they constantly bicker on which shoe to buy. This blog is the new Muslim revolution. It does not shy away from the shortsightedness of his practiced Islamic religion nor does it accept the concept of godless westernization.

To tell you the truth, I always have imagined that my friend Latiff might one day end up writing for some big magazine like Time. But knowing him, I guess he will not put himself in a situation where is his free speech is meticulous edited and censored. He’s just too smart for this kind of shit and he knows it.

So folks, remember to pay a visit to LATIFFOLOGY. Hey sooner or later, I fear it’s going to be an official word.

If your name starts with G, that’s Good. G stands for Glorious and you show it. You are worth your weight in Gold, you are Great and Gallant. You should have Glamour pictures of yourself in Glossy magazines because you are Good-looking. You are a Go-Getter and you like to Go for it. You are Gorgeous, Good-humored, Graceful and a Gem. You are a Genius.

Well folks that’s what the cup which I got from my buddy said. Not sure if I am gorgeous or graceful but got to admit I am great.

P.S I am never going to drink from this cup. Never. Ever.

Went to BBDC for the last two theory lessons. Was such a bore. I guess people today need to be educated about common sense. Sigh it’s a god damn waste of money. But as they say nothing ever goes to waste.

After my lessons, I met Michelle at Causeway Point. God everytime I see her she looks slimmer and I presume fitter too. Charming, needless to say. But it’s really strange to see a young woman 3 quarters of my size carry a bag so huge only the abominable snowman would be proud of.

Anyway we went to the library and bought ourselves coffee. Ice Mocha. Been a while too. I haven’t had coffee since Christmas last year because my mum was making a huge fuss that drinking coffee was bad for my health. I do not know who gave her that idea, but as far as I know I never knew of anyone getting sick over coffee.

We sat down and talked. Caught up on old times, share our dreams and I nearly choked on a potato wedge. When I nearly choked I started to talk funny and she was sensing it but I stayed cool as a cucumber. Man I love cucumbers especially when they are served with yogurt.

Later on She shown me her camera and the pictures she took. I must say the camera looks great almost tempting me into photography.

But that wouldn’t be justice. I respect true photographers because like she said any Tom, Dick and Harry can afford one of those cameras these days. But only in the hands of a competent user can the camera truly capture the moment. And only a handful of people I know have such a magnificent ability.

To be honest, Michelle if you keep shooting, believing, minus the drinking, sooner rather than later, I would need to buy tickets for your exhibitions. Wait just a minute, I not paying to enter your exhibitions, I will demand free tickets and maybe even a backstage pass.

When the wedges finally disappeared into the gallows of our stomachs; it was time to leave. We said our goodbyes and part ways.

As I am typing this blog entry I see her online on my MSN. The time is 3.30am. Any sensible woman should be in bed but like she said, there’s doing or not doing.

Well all I can say to that is ‘Success goes to those who never gave up.’

Today was a little special. I finally was able to meet up with my childhood friend, Mathi. He is more than a friend to me, he is like my brother. If there is one person I can trust and count on, it would be him.

Although I can go on and on rambling about how great a person he is, I feel that it is unnecessary as most of the people who know him as well as I do, will no doubt agree upon his good nature and qualities.

Today we met upon my request actually. Well the whole situation started when I read his blog and realized my good old friend was feeling rather depressed. So being Ganz and all, I took it upon myself to arrange an impromptu meeting with him. And yes I felt rather guilty of not entertaining my friends and not being there when they need me.

We met at West Mall and took our lunch, if that’s what you call it. There we talked about the good old days and of his personal issues which I am not going to reveal here because it’s a private conversation between a young man (Mathi) and a crazy chap who hails from Marsiling, Singapore (yours truly).

After our chat we headed home. When I reached home I showed my dad my new purchase and my mother was there shaking her head in despair knowing that once again her son has bought another useless electronic junk for a hefty price.

My purchase, the long awaited, Linksys wireless router. I must stress this point to my dear readers; I haven’t been following the wireless scene lately and am blissfully unaware of the rapid improvements and technology associated with wireless communications. But I do know for a fact how to setup up a simple wireless home network.

And I did just that. And to test how good my wireless connection was, I brought my laptop to the kitchen and surfed the net. I was quite impressed with my connection and got the customer satisfaction of making the right choice.

And oh I was really tempted to buy the Xbox 360 controller for my Laptop. The only reason why I didn’t buy it was because I haven’t got any latest games that would utilize the awesome controller. I guess I need to wait for some new games before investing in the controller.

Last but not least I have completed 365 entries for my daily dictionary. All I need to do now is to remember all these words and their meanings. Well folks it’s easier said then done.

Overall it was a good day though it was marred by the bloody rain. On a final note I would like to take this opportunity to wish my brother, Mathi all the best in his future endeavorers and also pray that his love finds its courage.