The Present Is A Gift, Or So I'm Told

You know how when sometimes, you feel like you're floating through life? So eager, looking to the future and in doing so, throughly missing out the present. Running forward so fast that you just pass everything by.

About five minutes ago, I stopped running and I looked up
I don't know where I am
I don't know who I've become
And I don't know why

Is it too early to have identity issues? To be complaining about pieces of my life that I just can't recall? A quarter life crisis?

Am I too young to be losing my mind to myself?

Does that make sense to you? Cause I don't get it.
Help - Someone help.

Pay First, People Second

Rosmah, Rosmah you've done it again.
From blowing up Mongolian models to buying diamond rings that cost 73 million ringgit, Rosmah Mansor has certainly been a very busy First Lady. Now don't underestimate her, for this is a woman who is as sly as she is thick.

Although, Ros isnt as cute as this...

  
Roughly the size and weight of a baby elephant, Rosmah or Ros as Ive affectionately christened her, is slowly but surely sticking her sausage like fingers into the taxpayers wallets to fish for change to pay for her flamboyant, carefree lifestyle.


That ring could feed orphans for a long LONG time

Not only that, but before this, she quietly blew up a Mongolian modal into a million eenie weenie pieces for having an affair with her lousy excuse for a husband - not that it's unjustifiable - I mean, who wouldn't have an affair whilst married to Ros.


And most recently, Ros was seen on an extravagant shopping spree with Najib (his nickname is Jibby) in Sydney Australia...

Rosmah denies RM325,000 Aussie shopping spree

(The Malaysian Insider) - Datin Seri Rosmah Mansor has dismissed claims of extravagant spending during a recent holiday in Sydney, Australia, saying today she’s a victim of exaggerated claims.

“It’s all rubbish, wildly exaggerated and not true,” the prime minister’s wife told reporters today at the MCA Chinese New Year open house here.

“I’m always the victim,” she added.

Several bloggers picked up an Australian daily Sydney Morning Herald report that Rosmah had allegedly dropped an estimated RM325,000 in fashion designer Carl Kapp’s boutique during a private holiday a little more than a fortnight ago.

Kapp had told the ‘Private Sydney’ section that Rosmah “was absolutely gracious and very easy to deal with”, adding that she was nothing like the woman often portrayed by the local media for her extravagant lifestyle.

It was said that Kapp, who became suspicious of the identity of his mystery VIP customer when his Oxford Street store received a flurry of calls requesting valet parking for her limousine, said he was being flown to Malaysia next month with a collection of “toiles” for Rosmah to try on before completing her massive order of 61 dresses, pants, and tops.

What on earth would our dear Ros need with '61 dresses, pants and tops' that come up to RM 325,000? I mean, all she ever seems to be wearing are baju kurung's (which don't come cheap either).

I could imagine up a thousand things to do with 75 million ringgit, couldn't you?

Schools could be upgraded, emphasizing on quality instead of quantity. Government hospitals could be rebuilt, refurbished and provide outstanding medical care for citizens for a fraction of the cost of private hospitals. More scholarships could be given out to students who actually deserve it. Highway tolls could be reduced and roads and bridges (the MRR2 for instance) could be maintained for a hundred years. Childcare, Senior citizens, government servants, the EPF fund, school textbooks, the environment!


There is an endless list of positive progress that can be achieved (easily) with RM 75 mil and more. If it weren't for our unbelievably greedy, self absorbed, half-witted ministers, government and Prime Minister, we'd be a thriving nation that it's people can be proud of, ready to take on the world. Malaysia Boleh would then have some meaning.


But until then (then meaning the 13th GE), the unfortunate people of Malaysia will just have to put up with the likes of Muhyiddin, Rosmah, Nazri, Najib and more.


Without the people, the government is nothing. We have the power to change the course of the nation's future for the better. Use it wisely. :D

Mortal Kombat!

I am definitely not a serious gamer to say the least. Before about 3 days ago, the last I touched the PS2 was early Christmas. But most recently, I've become slightly obsessed with Mortal Kombat! - specifically MK : Armageddon. And my favorite character is Mileena.

Mileena in MK 9

She is, in my opinion, the HOTTEST MK character. A close second would have to be either Jade or Princess Kitana.

Kitana, Princess of Edenia

Jade, Badass

Devoid of any conscience, Mileena is the creation of Shang Tsung as a clone of Kitana, but she was mixed with Tarkatan DNA to give her a rather... distorted look. A wide mouth filled with long razor sharp teeth hide behind that veil of hers. Her greatest desire is to kill her 'sister' and claim the throne to Edenia.

Winning smile ;)

Her fatalities in Mortal Kombat 9 are awesome (and bloodier) and the graphics are much better than MK Armageddon, obviously. Unfortunately, they don't make MK 9 for PS2 - I nearly broke down when I found out. Oh well...

My favourite Mileena fatality from MK 9. Its called 'Be Mine'.

Some people think its grotesque, I just think its cool.





Jade, Kitana, Mileena, Sindel and Sonya - The Ladies of Mortal Kombat

Time Heals All Things

This is not mine. I was sifting through the net and I found it. Its beautiful and I thought it'd be appropriate.

Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
- Anais Nin

You meant more to me than you know...

Confessions

Kv ycu og,
K uvqng kv ugxgp agctu ciq,
K vtkgf vq ikxg kv dcem,
Dwv aqw eqwnfpv tgogodgt,
Ko uqtta,
Ko uq uqtta.

-3

Luxuria

Love be not a consideration for a vice as such
Uncontrollable and yet unsubdued desire
Smothered with fire and brimstone be my eternal sentence
Terrified but deterred I am not

Watch Me Burn

Kisses like cocaine
Hits me like a freight train
Shoot me up and keep me going all night

Thanks, That Was Fast...

Salvation comes not in the form of a blade,
No, not tonight,
Now it's is a woman,
A brave woman who trudges on long after I've given up,
Who keeps faith where I've faltered,
She keeps us together,
Like she's been doing all this time.

She would rather be hated by those whom she loves,
Than to have their innocence be defiled by lies and deceit,
For that is what happened,
For one unfortunate moment,
I thought her cruel and unforgiving,
Had only I known.

I've been far less than perfect,
I've been difficult and irritating,
Resentful and faithless,
And in a mere evening,
She fixed me,
She held the pieces of my broken heart and battered soul,
Gently but with a firm reassurance,
She put me back together,
For the first time in a long time,
I felt complete.

Yes, salvation is here,
And I've stopped crying for now,
Because I have just realized exactly how lucky I am,
For there is nothing more I could want,
Than you.

I love you Ma

There's a Blue Elephant in the Living Room

If no one says anything, then everything's fine.

That's my family motto.

How can anything be wrong if nothing is mentioned. So, we put on a smile and waltz through our lives pretending to be oblivious to the humungous elephant occupying our living room. I'd like to think this elephant is 17ft tall, baby blue in colour and fits snugly in between the armchair and coffee table. It follows us around. Everywhere. The porch, the kitchen, the shop where we buy bread.

We won't be left alone until someone talks about it. But YOU know. And I know. That's not going to happen. So we will be plagued by this blue elephant until someone goes insane or I hang myself.

Ignorance really is bliss.