Major Distractions During Physics

Do you know what you do to me? Huh?
Every time I see you my mind goes on a field trip,
When you're talking about wave interference,
All I can think about is how good you'd look in a white shirt,
Or maybe no shirt at all,
But It's alright - I'm not complaining.

Haha!

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.

Song To God

Forgive me

Do you ever hear me calling?

The Allure Of The Educator

Some people think it's weird.

Some people think it's extremely inappropriate.

And some people think it's downright disgusting.

Me?

Well, I don't really care what people think, so I let my imagination run wild and free.

The subject matter in this highly controversial discussion happens to be my 30-something Biology teacher. The allure of the educator is something I simply cannot (or perhaps will not) control. Knowledge turns me on. I'll be the first to admit, that yes, it is a little weird and slightly unorthodox. But brains, coupled with enticingly good looks and a rock hard body to match, makes for a very interesting Biology lesson.


The song is called 'Teach U A Lesson' by Robin Thicke and it should explain exactly how I feel about this Biology teacher of mine.

These Are My Songs!

OMG! Grade 6!

My exams are somewhere around April of next year, and here are the three songs I'm supposed to be playing.  a1. b6. c1.

Yes people. I AM aware that a 10 year old is playing my Grade 6 piece.

And yes, I am thoroughly and totally embarrassed that I cant play as good as that.

-Almand, First Movement Suite No. 4, John Alcock-

I can play no where NEAR as fast as this. Its presto and set at 116 dotted crotchets. So far, I'm only able to play at 80 on that damned metronome.

-The Witch, Op.39 No.20, P. Tchaikovsky-

This I think, would have to be the easiest of the three songs. It sounds very happy and merry and its quite fun to play. I DO NOT play the repeat that this lady played in the beginning of the song (I never play repeats...)

-Soiree Polka, Stephen C. Foster-

Wishing Doesn't Solve Anything

Look, this wasn't part of the deal.

I thought I was finally healed,
I figured salvation was here for me,
In the form of a sweet talker with a sense of humor,
What.The.Hell?

You backed out on your part,
We had a deal,
Sealed in blood,
(Ok, maybe not in blood)
I was supposed to forget him,
And you were supposed to help me,
And so I did...
But you've forgotten your part, haven't you.

Distance was never part of the plan,
Happiness was,
And you've ripped it out of our hands,
What a cunning ploy it was,
And I fell for it like a ripe peach,
I never saw it coming
And it hit me like a damn train.

He thinks it'll be alright,
He's wishing it'll be alright,
Just like the optimist he is,
But wishing doesn't solve anything.

Pat's Justice - Innocent Criminal

Dude, Thank You.

Thank You for opening the door to a whole other world. This is poetry about REAL stuff. REAL problems. Makes all my sorrow seem minuscule and insignificant.

People like us, You and me, we've got NOTHING to complain about. This guy, he's talking about poverty, injustice, racism. 

THIS IS ART

Church-going Zombies

This is one of my favourite scenes from 'The Walking Dead'.  Not the most gruesome of zombie deaths on this show, but I like how the zombie's are taken by surprise...

...and then get their heads bludgeoned to a pulp...

The kissing sound that Daryl makes at the last zombie chick is hilarious! XD

Here's the problem,

When you choose to block out every sad, hopeless feeling you've ever had,

 

And you think its alright,

 

It comes back like a fucking thunderstorm when you're not looking.

2.11am : Another Sleepless Night

Its 2am,
As usual, I cant sleep,
My mind wanders,
I think about all the times you've done me wrong,
It keeps me up even longer,
To think of all the things you've done,
Even after you promised,
After you said you love me,
Damn,
These sleepless nights are becoming a real bitch.

Sometimes I wish I lost my memory
(Touch wood),
Because then I wouldn't have to relive every moment,
Every tear, Every hopeless feeling Ive had,
It plays back,
Over and over in my head,
Reminding me of the painful fact that you're back,
This time for good.

They say you never know what you have until you've lost it,
They were so right,
I took everything for granted,
I was free,
You were one less thing I had to worry about.

I didn't see it coming,
It was a massive blow,
Like someone had slapped me real hard,
And I woke up from this dream,
This fantasy that I was living,
Did you know?
Right after you broke the news,
I went to the hall,
And wept.

I wonder when I'll fall asleep...

Muñequita......... Means 'little doll' :D

This happens to be one of the ONLY songs that I can NEVER ever ever EVER get bored of. Its 'Smooth' by Santana feat. Rob Thomas.

The beat is SO freaking addictive! I cant get enough of it! Oh yeah, and Rob Thomas is kinda cute......so that's another reason. ;D

I found this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIqAADYBPQY remix, by accident and it turned out to be FREAKIN awesome. So, have a listen. XD

Oh God.....I LOVE the way Rob Thomas says 'muñequita' *swoon.....*

You Turned Out to be the Best Thing I Never Had ;)

This song made me think of you - something I haven't done for a while now. It brought back a stream of memories that - I'll admit - I've been trying to forget.

You may read this or you may not. It doesn't really matter anymore. I've realised now that I don't have to hide and try to wipe out my memory of you.

It took me a long long while, but I'm done. And more importantly, I'm happy.

So long 'Sweetheart'   ;)





*The song, by the way, is 'Best Thing I Never Had' by Beyonce XD