Monthly Archives: July 2011

Everyone is a Van Gogh (with both ears still intact)

You want to know which of your friend is a keeper? Screw up and see who stays. Yes, read it somewhere and it’s proven to be 100% + 57.2% true!
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Meet Rachel, aka Rach, Reggie, Regimented, and more to come. She’s been there not a long while ago, but she’s here to stay. But i ain’t going to go all mushy talking about her. It’s just that…..

…’s the not-usual-Tuesday today. It is one of the most boring day.
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Both Rach and i,
we were high (but sober).
we were sleepy, tired and in need of tranquilizer.

Both Rach and i,
when we are high
we giggle, crap, babel, do science quizzes, play math and music theories, talk about jumping on the clouds,
reminds me of lucy in the sky.
(Not in the sky of diamonds. Not interested.)

Crapping went on and on and on… until,
“Rach, we make great parents ya know. It’s not that we are in love or what but we are soooo Fun. Right..? Right..?”

“Yah man… it’s a joint custody of a kid”

(Now looking at it again, poor kid)

Aaaaanyhow, that just triggered my right brain to just doodle. Drum roll please….

I now present you, the Gala Premier… Mon chef-d’Ĺ“uvre… le magnifique…l’potrait famille la plus parfaite

French Artist son who looks like Aziz.


The karma of not shooing the fly..

SPLAT! eeuwww…

Came across “The karma of bug killing”. Reminds me of a case. Let us revisit the case of the X-Files. I present you… The Karma Of Not-Shooing the Fly.
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Months months back, on another depressing morning, the trio of disaster went for breakfast. As always, it is never an easy thing to think – deciding where and what to eat.
Solution: A&W Breakfast set.
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When both of them are seated, i was the last one standing. Sorted out my food and placed them on the table and figuring out where to put the tray. Yeah, simply left them at the next empty table.

Then, inhale and smiled to both of my buddies and ready to sit.

Weird. I felt a slight tingling, cold and a li’l wet. My hand rubbed my *you-know-what* and ….

All 3 of us, went “EEuwwwwwwwwwww…..(hush hush)”. Khoo asked “did you just…” and Rach “nooooo…… (chinese eyes bulging out)”.

“What??!” said I with added disgusted tone at the end for i realized i squashed a sorta-injured fly with my freakin flat butt!
What you didn’t know is that Khoo saw the fly much earlier and decided not to flick the the poor fellow off the chair. He feared that the Deceased may be stepped on.
Alas, ironically, when your time has come – your time has come.
RIP, poor splatty fellow.

For the love of G!

I’ve talked about the sun and stars
and wrote about the moon thus far
they are all there for you
especially when you are feeling blue,

out of light, no one’s by your sight
moon arise taking over the moon
offers you luminous light.

even shadows leave, when you’re left with no light
getting lost in the darkness, leaving you with such fright.

i’m getting nowhere here
i’m going nowhere now
for i’m thankful for this thing called Gravity!
till now i’m still mouthing Wow!
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Last saturday morning, on a hazy breezy smokey Saturday morning, i went for my usual morning walk. To add to my last entry, my brain starts wonder around during this session. Every ten enthusiast steps i change from one to another topic. Monologuing with my own self.

Obliviously to the aunties and uncles who power walked competitively passing over me, something came across quite strongly to me – Gravity. The matter struck when it was Jamiroquai’s Cosmic Girl playing on my mp3 player. (In fact, wait. I might want to play that music now…)

Uh… Keyboards. Bass. Some futuristic space sounds…Hit it Jay Kay!
Nice. JK always leave me feelin’ light and that tingling sensation is dope’!
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uh huh, so what about Gravity? Seriously, all we know or at least I know it is that force that pull us to the ground. Tell that to Isaac Newton. I bet you’ll make him lift his hand and scratch his own head. He himself can’t figure them out.

Scientifically in general, Gravity is the agent that gives weight to objects with mass and causes them to fall to the ground when dropped. Not to forget holding the planets (that include the Sun) in their orbits around the Sun. Wow. Cosmic… *raised eyebrow* Did i tell you i want to be an astronomer once upon a time? Well, now i did.
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For the love of G…
not Gold, Glam or Glory
even those things doesn’t come for free
unlike the legendary Gravity.

For the love of G…
many things come and go
even true love dies
and flowers fade
that’s when you see
Gravity never leave and it stayed.

For the love of G…
God gives glory to gravity
for keeping things grounded
and that it’s specialty.

Pst: This is the birth and burst of my bubble, i mean my thoughts.

[Poisonous me…

… is medicine to you.]

Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here – virtually, yes thanks for reminding – for the benefits on one mortal expressing whatever she feels appropriate to be shared anonymously to random freaks. No, not you coz you read my blog.. and you are Oh!sem. Oh, that is my version of super AWESOME by the way.

Anyways, today’s *almost-noon-morning mode is: LiFe.

It was quite a quite quiet in-the-car-moment as i was driving to work this morning with momsie by the side. (Yes, we carpool. Call me the Environment Activist. You have to when the parking tickets cost me lunch and breakfast here in the centre of Kuala Lumpur). The only audible things were mom tapping to the beat of the music, me humming softly of any songs aired and the sounds from the radio.

Oh, and there’s Alanis Morissette’s Ironic. Love her, she rocks. That song, the lyrics tweak one part of my bubbly brain.

One thing about me, i think a lot. tonnes. gazillions matters when i drive or in the bathroom/toilet/shower/WC/etc. Stuff just come sporadically, spontaneously electrifying my mind to just think one step deeper than the usual by-default 2% used brain of mine.

To continue.. that songs brought to today’s mode. As i mentioned earlier, LiFe. For those you youngsters who happen to read this, or know nothing about how Oh!Sem the songs of the 90s are, here are the lyrics of that Legendary piece.

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It’s a black fly in your Chardonnay
It’s a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn’t it ironic … don’t you think

It’s like rain on your wedding day
It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take
Who would’ve thought … it figures

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
‘Well isn’t this nice…’
And isn’t it ironic … don’t you think

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything’s okay and everything’s going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything’s gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

It’s a traffic jam when you’re already late
It’s a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It’s meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn’t it ironic… don’t you think
A little too ironic… and yeah I really do think…

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out.

Cool huh??! You don’t get it? Well, i feel you my friend. But then…

…in contrary to those who feels nothing towards this words, it all make sense to me. These are everyday things that wasn’t reported in the news, newspapers, tabloids or even the 5 minutes radio news updates.

You may read and feels nothing at all out of this. Or to some of you, you FELT it. Right there. The right SPOT in your fragile sensitive heart. Or some just couldn’t admit it. But it’s fine… At least you know that I have shared Alanis Morissette song called Ironic from the 90s. (again i stress, we have Oh!sem stuff in the 90s. Don’t let me start with the more OH!SEM things on the 60s through 80s!)

You want to know why I share this on a Monday *almost-noon-morning? It’s that feeling of creating awareness that we human can find ways to create/advice/seek/help others to find happiness BUT it is all actually in the hands of GOD. One man’s poison is another man’s poison. One’s goner is another man’s keeper.

No one knows of how the day(s) will unfold itself.

Love GOD at your utmost capacity.

Signing off with great love,

NB: *Almost-noon-morning. It was 11:37 when i started but now, looking at my pc’s clock, it’s 12:42pm.