Hindsight.

2008.

Disappointment – UEC Results, Math in particular.

Loss – Friends and Singapore opportunity.

Hope – Free world.

A whole new experience – Essence of life.

Excitement - DHL

Love – Logistics & Supply Chain.

Stress – Sales Target.

Breaking free – Without academic framework, working life.

Topsy-turvy – Three shots of Flaming Lamborghini.

Friendship – Ding.

Hard ball – Nilai.

Uncertainty – To go or not to go.

Farewell – Family, BB, Ama, So hais.

Tears - Ma, Ama.

Loneliness – One, First weeks.

Family – Mum.

Tears – Mum.

Culture Shock – BIG, BIG, BIG.

Political Realization - America is not all Liberal, there are Conservatives as well.

Realization – 9/11 does make a difference.

Break up.

Victory – Obama.

Hope – Black president.

Perspective – On the war.

Paycheck – 4.0 GPA

Hard work – Basketball.

 

BRING IT ON!!!!!!!

 

MERRY 9^TH YEAR OF THE SECOND MILLENIUM!!!!

Porn

Y porn is bad.

1. Objectifies women.

2. Makes u lust for women, not love them.

3. Makes u gape at every woman's boobs and wonder how they would look in bed.

4. Gets an iron grip on your time and energy.

5. Makes you an addict, needing more and more each subsequent time

6. Makes you desperate – VERY DESPERATE.

7. Screws up the respect you have for woman, however much you might have.

8. Breeds friggin kinky fetishes and pedophilia (ILLEGAL AND DOWNRIGHT IMMORAL).

9. Makes you "immune" to one-partner-boring-sex as opposed to variety-at-a-click.

 

Y porn is acceptable.

1. Eliminates the need for prostitutes.

2. Safe sex, unless you do kinky weird stuff.

3. Eliminates the uncontrollable urge for sex in a relationship.

4. Broadens your knowledge of things out there.

That's about it.

 

Now weigh and decide.

25-hour day, please?

Have you ever felt that you never have enough time? Now here comes the pun: EVEN during the holidays, or whenever you are relaxing or doing anything that is not work? Do you ever feel guilty for doing something just for the heck of it, just because it's fun? Ever gone through that process of having to wrestle with your conscious mind just to do something that's actually "not progressive"???

Now I may be speaking in riddles or I may be an island in my own rights, but then again, there may be people like me out there. I think we call us workaholics.

Yea. Been sleeping in too much. Been playing one hell too much basketball. Just keeping my fingers crossed that it all pays out.

It is hard

Invisible man never felt like he existed. Perhaps it was because he didn't, really. People never saw him, never acknowledged him, never gave a shit when he spoke.

But he was not always invisible, no. He was visible before he started flying. He was visible when he went to other places. He was only invisible in that particular area. So he wasn't technically invisible then, was he? But he was, at least in the most important area and the area where he spent most of his time.

They thought he was strange. They thought he was outspoken. They thought he was, wait, they didn't even think he existed. In fact, they didn't even think.

So exactly how invisible was he? To shout it out loud, VERY. Cars never seemed to be quite spacious enough, even if they were made for the fattest people on Earth, when he was clearly not there yet. Rooms never had space for him, even if he was to be one and only. He never spoke, but only made noise. He was never there, ever.

Thank God he knew his worth. He knew he was unique, special even. In fact, one of the smart asses were right, for once at least.

"You know what? You're just way ahead of us, you're too good for us, you're ahead of humanity!"

He was, for he had chosen to fly in turbulent air when he could have sailed in smooth seas. He was not what the norm was. He set his own damn pace, which was a god damn speed!

He was good, too good even. Having coaxed, sugar-coated and even played diplomacy, it never seemed to work. Enough was enough. He would not give a shit any more, for there were more shits out there, better shits in fact.