I am Jane in Search of the Four-Letter Word in Red

No, the four-letter word does not start with F and it is not in anyway, a profanity, although I do have a fondness for foul language (read expression of thought, people!). The four-letter word my friends and I have been hunting for (not that it is that hard to find during this time of the year) starts with 'S' and ends with an 'ale'! YES! SALE! Oh, how we all love the sight of percentages on big read cardboards everywhere!

In fact, it is the best time to go shopping for branded stuff now! Honestly, I was never brand conscious, but after I found out where most of the shops here selling ridiculously priced pieces got their stock from, I became really reluctant to even enter their shops. Why on earth would I want to pay the price of a clothing, which has been overly priced, perhaps not twice, not thrice but at least FIVE TIMES if not just and additional zero at the back of the cost price? With that same price if not lower, I can go to their supplier and get the same dress in MULTILPLE colours! Hack, I could possibly even wear the same piece in different colours for every day of the week! So, yes, SALE period is when my friends and I go crazy over Forever 21, MNG, EDC to name a few. Not that their material or workmanship is any better than what the other shops sell, but having to know that our clothes come directly from multinational companies (although some of them are still made in China where production cost is ridiculously inhumanly chicken crap) , we rest in piece knowing that they have a tag on it, and are not over-priced, or are they?

My latest lust includes

1. A quilt from Ikea (I do not like duck downs and I think it's cruel)
2. A hobo bag from Sisley, United Colours of Benetton (picture not found, but I assure you it is absolutely gorgeous and to die for) or Esprit
3. CK Perfume
4. Espadrilles and sexy pumps
5. Long worded Tees
   
6. Long tops with boat necklines
7. A new bikini, just for the fun of it

So if anyone wants to get on my good books, you know how! Lol.
Sigh, I wish I had an unlimited and no-need-to-pay credit card, so basically I want just a piece of plastic which I can swipe everywhere and get stuff. I think the reason why I'm lusting for so many things is because I haven't gone on a shopping spree for so long. So, Singapore, here I come.

I'm too lazy to write now, just met up with Meiyuin. I have class in about 2 hours, and I have to go to Setapak after that because it's easier to get to the lrt station from there and I do not fancy waking up early in the morning to catch a bus. Other than that nothing much interesting happening except that all anti-viruses have failed me and thus my lappie is a little bit cuckoo right now but I do hope it can persevere a bit longer before having to be reformatted. And I've started work as a review writer and I think it SUCKS. Why? As you all should know by now, I am a woman of WORDS. Words DO NOT elude me even though sometimes I need to think really hard before the word I think of comes to mind but WORDS are never little when it comes to me. And my job basically just requires me to state the specification of electronic gadgets in sentences. How boring and uncreative! I need to be creative and I need to speak my mind. I doubt this it going to last long, but then again, it IS easy money. I wish I were a food critic or a restaurant review writer instead. Think of all the possible places and food I'd get to experience! Lol. Toodles.

I am Jane on Finances

At the beginning of this month, I vowed to start saving for a new camera. If you must know, my dad broke the camera he bought me and thus I am now left with a faulty and stubborn camera. Not that it was a sturdy one in the first place, but that is really the least of my fault because my parents didn't believe in what I said. They still don't and they still continue trusting people who cheat their money and end up buying gadgets not worth their price. Needless to say, my effort to save has failed me once again.

Honestly, I really don't know where most of my money went to, because although I used to buy tons and TONS of shoes, I really don't anymore. Probably it's because I've just given up wearing them. I used to remember how I could (and still can) run from my house in Bukit Damansara, across the highway, under the fly over and across the vast car park up to the steps of HUC, and along the one kilometer corridor before reaching class, and boy, was I (actually) fast. Today? I can't even stand walking around the malls without going home to sore feet. Sorry for the side track, although my shoe purchases have decreased, my love for them really hasn't.

Back to my money. I'm not in financial difficulty, in fact, I had just enough to spend this month. But of course, I want a new camera and if this continues, I am not going to get anywhere near it. And of course, being typically human, I want a lot of other things as well. I don't think anyone has ever complain about having a little extra to spend, right? If you do, please give me your money. I will spend it for you. We all want extra money so that we can move out of budgets and care less about not having enough by the end of the month. Especially now, when the market is doing so badly and prices of EVERYTHING has gone up so drastically. I have no idea why some people are complaining about the pinch in their pockets but still continue spending as they always do, if not more.

How can anyone claim that their not materialistic in this situation? Unless you're a monk and you practice the many precepts, one of which that we can not dwell on worldly things. I don't know how that works, but I'm not going to criticize religion. Even as a kid, do we not crave for food? Do we not look for our favourite toy? And do we not cry, kick and scream when what we want is not in sight? Has materialism not become part of human nature? Unless, of course, you are tarzan living in the jungle.

Some how, my train of thought let me to when I checked my bank account one fine February day, and saw that my very first pay was in. It was worth four figures, and the job I did was quite simple. I wish I could have that job back, but some how, big corporation aren't as ethical when it comes to small time employees, especially if they don't reside in the US. Anyway, my point here is that I still remember the joy that filled me at that moment as if it just happened yesterday. It wasn't really a greedy feeling, but more of a taste of my first financial independence. This was the money that I earned with my own two hands. This was the money that I could use to buy what ever I want without my mum having 'direct' rights in criticizing. But of course, I can never escape her criticizing. Imagine how she'd react if she knew I blew more than half of my salary for a small little gadget which I love till today. It may not be perfect, and it may not be the latest technology. But I'm happy with it, for now. And I shall always keep it because it is the symbol of my first financial independence.

Months have passed by since that bank transfer happened. And the amount I have is substantially different from what I intended it to be. There is still some left, but not much. Now, I crave to have that feeling again. I have no idea how that opportunity came across to me, but I do hope an even larger and brighter door opens up this time. I'm not being greedy. I'm just being 'contented'. And maybe slightly over optimistic. And so, one thing led to another, I started job-hunting online. I've applied for a few, but none can compare to my first job. Sigh! I really do hope something comes around again. I like the feeling of not having to ask my mother for money. I like the feeling that (although I am still financially dependent on her) I don't have to wait for her to bank in money for me because I know I have my own. Any ideas? How to be financially sound, but at the same time not waste too much time on it? I envy those who can balance everything so well. I can multi-task, but I cannot balance my duties. And so, I shall resort to being a bum.

Money oh money, I wish you fell from the sky and onto my lap, or come rolling in when I open the door. Don't judge me. I'm not being money minded. I just want what I want. And that's perfectly human. Funny that an accountant-to-be can't even manage her own finances. Hold that thought, let me rephrase that, I think I actually didn't do that bad. At least I didn't have to ask my mum for extra. In fact, I haven't asked for a very long time! *pat on back. But I still get nagged for no reason :( No idea when my mum will be grateful, but that really is beside the point.
It feels like it has been a long month for me, it doesn't even feel like July right now. It feels like it's at least September, if not October. Results are out in two weeks. More stress, more problems, more mood swings, more worrying, more uncertainty, more tension. Sigh, why do they torture us like this? I've been to Melaka this month, I've been clubbing, I've gone shopping, I've done a lot of other things which I can't remember. But I still do look forward to getting my quilt from Ikea before August ends! And I do need a better bag. In fact, let's do some calculations.

Opportunity cost is the cost for the opportunity lost to use the money for other things (rough definition, but you get the point).

And so:

Bag [47] (which I think is quite unsuitable now but was desperate enough to buy) + shoes [30] (which I now think I could have found better) + Expensive Ice Cream [15] (social obligation. Lol) + meat [7] (which I ended up throwing away due to my own carelessness) + cab [11] (which was really unnecessary, I was just lazy, or I was just in a rush for something that wasn't there yet)
= RM110 (minimum)

These are things that I remember. Trust me there are quite a number of other things I forgot about. And so, using shadow pricing theory, my opportunity cost could have gotten me a nice Sisley bag which was so rarely on sale or a nice, not-so-warm quilt (I'm boiling in my current one and it's giving me a bad nasal allergy). And oh, I so am looking forward to a shopping spree in Singapore. All praise goes to the great Singapore Sale. Sigh...

On the other hand, I did experience something worthy my money today, if not under priced. We went for Journey to the Centre of the Earth 3d and it was AWESOME. Maybe the storyline was a little crappy, but the 3d effects were AWESOME! My favourite part was when the birds all flew 'out' of the screen. Seriously, RM17 is a very very affordable, if not cheap price to pay for such an experience. The motion master in Genting costs at least double, for only 10 minutes!

Someone please tell me how to print money...

I am Jane's Reminder

Time and time again I am reminded that I should care for no one at all. Why?
Feed and pet a dog, but don't expect it to NOT bite you back. That's why.
My own family screws me over. How can I expect other people not to?
Just a fact I will have to live with. It never ceases to happen
It's not like I don't give people the benefit of the doubt.
It's just that when you have hopes, you will obviously face disappointment.
What's worse is being misunderstood at the same time.
And your pretensions and arguments all making you look bad.
You do things, that you don't even expect others to know.
It never fails to kick you right back.
Funny how on the way to Ikano Diane and I were talking about the same thing.
And what a coincidence for it to happen on that same day, not that any other day is better.
Seriously, is humanity so sick that there really is no hope for it at all?
Don't know why the bother for all the hassle, frustration and worries.
Not only unappreciated, but unnoticed, and what's more, all gone to waste.
Waste of time, energy, and effort.
I am hopeless, I know.
The world is the cause.

I feel suffocated. I feel like losing all hope. It has always been hard to be me. So who should I really be?

I. Need. To. Breathe.

I am Jane's Lust for Raw Fish, Salty Watermelon and Good ol' chicken stew

Today, I shall talk about food, delicious food, and nothing but absolute food (except for the little random thing down there)

1. Sushi, Sashimi, as long as its raw fish and friends, you all belong in my mouth. Not my stomach, just my mouth. I do not need the extra calories and possible worms, but I do really yearn to taste you. My roommate and I had a long talk about Sushi places and we got ourselves so hungry, we went to bed with this longing for sushi. And so, I shall raid Sakae Sushi while I'm at The Curve tomorrow. (Yay! Another flea market to raid! And with my best girl friend too!)
2. Salty watermelons, listen to me before you think I'm crazy. Well, I am a bit. Anyways, while I was at home, I saw this Chef Whatshisname mix watermelon cubes with olive oil and salt. It didn't sound yummy, but I had excessive amounts of watermelon today. And so I isolated a few cubes, and sprinkled salt on it. I couldn't find oil and so I omitted it out. Seriously, it doesn't taste bad at all. I've even developed an unusual fondness for it!
3. My dinner today consisted of pomelo, kiwi fruit and watermelon, topped with a generous amount of chocolate ice cream (bloody Jusco ran out of vanilla). Trust me, after I finish cutting them all up, my hands were soaked in so much acid, I could feel it as I rubbed my fingers together. If you're thinking "Wahlau...diet ar?", please have a look at the picture first. (sorry its rotated)
4. I have a very weird craving for Salted Fish Fried Rice. I really don't know why. I never liked salted fish as a kid. I remember the only time someone gave my mum a jar of it, and how we all complained about how it smelt like a dead rat. My father takes care of our food most of the time. He doesn't allow us to eat 'unhealthy' food, or rather, cancer-causing food as much as he can. And hence, for a very strictly Chinese (I really don't know how else to put it) man, my father is anti anything made in China, even the vegetation imported from their fields.
   
5. Chicken Stew...I can still taste you. The last time I was over, my beau and I took on reverse roles. I was made to follow his commands "Cut the carrot, cut the potato, cut this cut that. Like this, Like that!" (Just for fun), while he cooked. He even let me pound the garlic with the piston and mortar (seriously good for releasing stress, he let me do it so that I wouldn't bite him.Lol!). Preparing that dish brought back childhood memories to both of us. When he was frying the chicken, garlic and ginger, he said it smelt exactly like his mother's chicken soup. And when he put in the water and the chicken stock, it smelt exactly like my dad's chicken. And when it was done, it really was as if it came from the best of both worlds (at least that's how I see it). But of course, he'd want all the credits.

It's weird how we both come from different backgrounds, and how we like our own culture's food as well as food from each other's culture. Perhaps it's because I grew up eating Chinese food that I've taken a certain liking to having taire with my rice. And oh, how I love drinking rasam and eating papadam/allapam/whateveryoucallit with urka. Prema used to think I was crazy for eating so much of both. And of course, the beau LOVES Wat Tan Hor and Sang Meen although he always orders something else and thus, end up with the wrong dish at times.

The weird thing is we really have very little in common. Probably because of that, what I lack, he has, and what he lacks, I have. Some people can't stand people who have different opinions than theirs, but I really wonder how we survived our differences. Probably because we're both slackers and we just sit around and do nothing all day. When I'm feeling productive, he's feeling lazy. When I feel sleepy, he feels productive. So all day long we feel lazy and sleepy. That really has got to change (you hear that?!).

What I do notice is our love for food and movies. We can do away with anything but the two, and maybe a few other things. I never really liked cooking. I never really had the patience, and I really never had the know-how. My food has always been over-cooked (still is) for fear of under-cooking (so does his). I never really bothered frying or grilling anything if I didn't have to. Even nowadays the microwave is my best friend because I simply just throw everything into a bowl and heat it up. Interestingly, my laziness has taken me by surprise by offering to omit even the heating step and hence, I now only eat raw fruits and vegetables. But nowadays, with two watchful and hungry eyes, food is never left on the stove longer than it has to for fear of mutating gastric juices.

Some couples do sports together. Some share hobbies as a way of spending time together. Food brings us together. Our monthly food splurge never ceases to fail us, whether it's Tony Roma's or Melaccan Gula Melaka. We spend time together while we prepare meals, and we eat together. There really is no wonder why I put on so much weight. And so, in order to balance the eating we do together, I have to eat less when I'm not with him. Haha, as if it's going to work.

Hmm.. I feel as if this post is a little bit too personal now. Oh, well! There's always editing later on.

To hungry stomachs and lustful tongues!


Randomness

Few days ago, my nose was having its usual 100m sprint while I was in class (I honestly don't know why my nose becomes like that only when I have class. I believe I'm allergic to studying). And so, I called my dad to 'consult' whether or not I should 'consult' the one with the medical degree (not that they do anything else than dispense antihistamine. Trust me, I know all of them). What I did not know was that my mum was out with him, which was really a rare occasion. And so, my dad passed the phone to my mum (read: {-.-} ). On to the juicy part, this was basically what our conversation was like:

Mum : What's the problem now?
Jan : My nose is running.
Mum : So? You don't want to go to class?
Jan : No, I AM in class.
Mum : Then? How come you can call me now?
Jan : We're having a break.
Mum : So? You want to skip the rest of the lecture?
Jan : No, I just asked you whether I should go see the doctor.
Mum : So? You want to go now?
Jan : No, I'm having class NOW. My nose is running. It always does when I'm in class
Mum : You didn't go to class?
Jan : NO! I AM in class!
Mum : Then why are you calling me?
(*note: in music, we have a term called crescendo, which means getting louder, and it starts here)
Jan : Because I wanted to ask you if I should go see a doctor!
Mum : So you're telling me you don't want to go to class?
Jan : I TOLD YOU I WAS IN CLASS!
Mum : Then, what do you want me to do?
Jan : NOTHING!!! I JUST WANTED TO ASK YOU A QUESTION!!
Mum : So? What do you mean? You don't want to go to college at all?
Jan : I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU! PASS THE PHONE BACK TO DAD. AND IF IT MAKES YOU HAPPY, THEN YES, I DON'T WANT TO GO TO CLASS!!!

Seriously, at that moment, I was plotting to wake up the next morning, and even though I'd go to class, I just wanted to call my mum and tell her "Mum, I don't want to go to class" and I really wanted to do it every day for a whole month and see what happens. Unfortunately, I really don't know if my mother is playing dumb or she just can't understand simple English (being and English teacher). Trust me, this is not the first time, and I doubt it will be the last. And I'm always at fault in the end, never her. Why can't she apologize?

On to happier things, I was bored out of my wits today, and so I hopped out of bed and on to a bus, and went to Amcorp Mall to raid another flea market. I don't know why, but I've really taken a liking to them. Anyway, I guess I was a bit too late because as I reached, I saw most of the vendors already packing. Nonetheless, I still managed to bring back a black shawl to add to my collection. So, Plain Blue, Peach, Pink and White, turquoise and black, and pink and purple, meet your new sister, black, orange, blue and green! I know, I'm crazy

Studying done today = 0, zero, elek, nada, tarak, kosong, 'mei yo'; and I'm thinking of playing only.

I am Jane in the Rain!

I shall attempt to write my shortest blog. Notice the word 'attempt'.

In the midst of darkness
when all was calm
the first drops broke
the silence of the night

Oh, what joy! I really love rain but I'm not a poet. I was 'inspired' for a moment, but I really was trying to sleep.

I love rain at night
I love rain in the morning
I love rain just before I sleep
I love for rain to wake me up

I want rain to wash away my sorrows
I want rain to drown my tears
I want rain to fall on me
And shed the weight of the world in did

Things have started fluctuating again, so has my mood, and so has my opinion on people.

I really beg to differ that all humans are ethnocentric. I, for one,am thoroughly disgraced by my race today. Oh, the torture I had to endure. Makes me wonder what people go through just for companionship. Nothing in detail, the beau has heard much. For further enquiries please contact GK at 012-3825-633. (no, that is not his real phone number. Type it using T9 dictionary on your handphone)

And so, I shall sing of the dreadful sha-lala and much more. Oh, how i despise what I witnessed. Such deceit and such sheer stupidity. And maybe a hint of hypocracy.

And so I must end the blog here, because I 'promised' to keep it short and sweet, although I really am the contrary. Toodles!

I am Jane and I'm Lazy Lazy LAZY!!!

It's really nothing new that my mum favours my brother much more than me. For instance, why is it that she only sees the trouble I create but not the solutions I come up with? And why doesn't she see the problems external factors (such as JPA, I cannot resist condemning them, I really don't know why) have caused my brother who sits there and sings "Let it be, let it be, let it be" which will ALWAYS end up with my mum jumping up and down, and eventually solving the problem for him (which sometimes involves ME solving the problem for HIM). And believe it or not, he is still the blue-eyed boy and I the problem-maker. On the way back to KL, I finally figured it out:

• My mum has a short-attention span, meaning to say that only the first foremost events matter to her, the rest are, as they say, HISTORY (ironic, isn't it?)
• Thus, the reason for my being the problem-maker is that I'm always itchy to try new things, take high risks, and obviously sometimes TOO MUCH of risk, hence the problem.
• My bro, on the other hand, just sits and waits for the sky and everything else to fall onto his lap. This, of course is with the exception of his computer games.
• Because I always get myself into trouble and really despise my mum's nagging, I always TROUBLESHOOT (that's why I'm so good at it now), and solve my problems. I very proudly announce that I haven't asked my mum for solutions for one and a half years, and counting- she is merely only updated on the recent outcomes and possibilities.
• Because my bro sits and waits for things to happen, the problems that he faces are NORMALLY brought in by external parties, and even though they are HIS problems, and they might affect HIS future, he still sits and plays DOTA with his friends, while singing "Don't worry, be happy"
• In the midst of all these, my mum will be jumping up and down, calling so-and-so, her blue-eyed boy still sitting and singing "Everything's gonna be alright"
• On the few occasions where I so happen to be home, I'd get pulled out of bed at 10am (well, at least she lets me sleep till ten NOWADAYS), pushed into the car, and driven all around Taiping to do HIS errands.
• All my mum can say is that he is not resourceful enough, not a word of thanks, but lots of words when it comes to nagging JUST because I ACCIDENTALLY fell asleep on the couch.
• Blue-eyed boy remains blue-eyed, and trouble-maker remains problematic.
  

I find self-satisfaction in knowing that I'd survive better than him. Hence, contradicting my beau's stand that I'm hard to please, I just have 'standards'.

What was meant to be short, became long. Sigh...
Anyway, this doctor, commented on my blog about my agonizing wisdom tooth, and I so happened to have read Nicole's blog, who recently had THREE wisdom teeth taken out at ONCE, (OUCH!) although she was lucky enough to have been put to sleep (not like dogs, of course) while the whole thing was done. And now, this is when problem-seeker will create problem. I blame (or rather, THANK) technology for the fast and wide spread of information.

Although the doctor/dentist's 'dental tourism' thinga-ma-jigga' sounded REALLY COOL, it'd be IMPOSSIBLE to have such an experience. Imagine the conversation:

Me : Dad (obviously dad is easier to convince than mum), there's this thing called dental tourism in India, and the doctor said that it was really 'PAINLESS' because they have better technology there.
Dad : WHAT?! Fly all the way to INDIA, just to extract ONE miserable tooth? Are you CRAZY???

Yes, I can imagine it now, although the conversation would be much longer and filled with racist remarks. Now, I shall work on getting my parents to find me a doctor who'd put me to sleep before jiggling his cold metal scalpel. At least all I'd have to endure is the jab. And yes, I'm afraid of jabs, no thanks to Pritam Singh.

On another note, I'm so freaking lazy! This is not the first time I've said this, but I've YET to touch my law book. On top of that, I have not FINISHED revising for Marcus' test (although I really doubt he'd give one, knowing him). Did I mention he repeats his jokes and testimonials?
That's beside the point. My point is, I really need a kick in the rear. And please don't offer to do so. Because I would have to courteously reject.

And so, for the umpteenth time, I solemnly vow to:

1. Finish my law text book, go through the questions, and pass it once (more like twice) and for all.
2. Brush up on my audit, since Marcus' voice really sticks into your head, and seeing him AGAIN for the SAME subject is going to be much more torturous than ever imagined
3. Stop falling asleep in Mr Goh's class (sad to say Goh doesn't have as much power as Marcus to keep me awake) and start revising.
4. Start reading articles (I honestly tell you I never knew they were 'interesting') and such
5. Stop being lazy, stop wasting time, stop downloading movies, stop flinging money up, down, left and right as if it's going out of fashion (actually I don't),stop sleeping late, stop eating junk food (I went one week merely on raw greens and I felt so much more ALIVE). and thus,
6. Start being hardworking, (I can't say start organizing my schedules, because I know they'll go all wrong anyway), start ROCK CLIMBING (anyone?), start exercising, start using my time PRODUCTIVELY, start sleeping and waking up early, start eating HEALTHILY.
7. Start doing what I say I will do. I cannot stress the importance of this one.

And so, I shall sleep now, and pray I wake up early to study the damn notes. This really isn't so long, compared to my previous posts.

I am Jane: Kleptocracy??

*I hereby pronounced that I am, an unsound person, and not to be believed, and thus, cannot be held liable.
Kleptocracy, also known as the democratization of authoritarianism (semi-authoritarianism).

"A young and unstable democracy struggling toward improvement and consolidation is usually not classified as a semi-authoritarian country. Rather, the term "semi-authoritarian" is reserved for stable regimes that combine democratic and authoritarian elements. Most of them are dominant-party systems - that is, states where opposition parties are allowed and free elections are held, but where the opposition has no real chance of winning. Sometimes the dominant party maintains power through election fraud, while other times the elections themselves are fair, but the electoral campaigns preceding them are not.

The late 1980s and early 1990s have seen the demise of many different kinds of authoritarian governments: communist states in Eastern Europe, right-wing military dictatorships in Latin America, and various others in Africa. Often, the governments that replaced them declared their allegiance to democracy and implemented genuine democratic reforms in the beginning, but eventually turned into semi-authoritarian regimes." (wikipedia.org)

Or rather, in our case, should it be authoritarianism of democracy?

"The first principle is that all members of the society have equal access to power and the second that all members enjoy universally recognised freedoms and liberties" (wikipedia.org, on principles of democracy)


Which fits the bill? You decide. How is it possible to have democracy, but not to be free? Ask us, we did it. Let me explain this in a simple way for you.

We have three glasses.

The first one, you're able to see through, clearly. The second one, you know there's something inside, but you don't really know what. The third one, I could tell you that the same toy is in the cup, and you may or may not believe me because you can't really see through.
The first one is transparent, the second one translucent, and the third one opaque. Transparent matters CAN turn opaque, under certain circumstances. It will reach a point where it is neither transparent nor opaque. You can see through it, but you really can't tell what you're seeing. It's almost like going blind. At one point, you just won't be able to see anything anymore.

Democratization of authoritarianism is just that. You can see through, but you can't really see what's going on. This seems to be the reverse here, literally speaking. People here don't bother covering up their acts these days. They either think we've all gone blind, or they have complete faith that their opaque little cup that they think no one can see inside. Question and be prepared to be slandered. Raise your hand and be called a traitor. Think and be called an extremist. That is the system. So, where shall we put our education to use? Maybe in the toilet, use your strength, to push out the shit, calculate how much strength you need for one shit to come out, time how long it takes for the shit to drop, and of course which kind of smoke with chemicals strong enough to mask the smell. Where else? I believe we're all miracle workers, living in democracy with no freedom. They'd laugh, but we tell them, we've done it. It's not impossible.
There is no politics in this.

Just today I was watching the 8pm news, and of course, the whole world has their eyes on Anwar's case now. The irony is the news that followed Anwar's was of Raja Petra. Funny how cases with opposite facts have the same side being arrested. Funny, what SOME say, to justify other's act. Funny, how other people have to justify other people's act when they aren't really involved. Funny, if I didn't know better, I would say it was the same war, fought in all different angles.

And of course, we have our parliamentary debates, still ongoing, still the same. Although Darwin's theory seems to have a reversing act here, with people jumping up and down, asking others who merely raised a hand to shut up, and of course, the ever-famous name calling. One can only wonder, if these name callings are really whom these people are. And of course, the mind boggling thought of why would a village of people be unhappy towards a resolution put forward in their favour? It's as if someone's giving you gold, and you're not only declining, but using it as rocks to throw back at the former.

They have this old saying "Hujan emas di negara orang, hujan batu di negara sendiri, baik lagi negara sendiri", I don't know why someone would make that up, but right now, I rather have the reverse. Why should I wait till it's too late? It's not like anyone's going to take care of our well-being, it's always been every man for himself. At least that's what I believe, and may I remind you that I am currently of an unsound mind. Although, it is understandable that if you've left your child in the care of someone else, your own flesh and blood, it's only natural that when you come back to get the child, the caretaker will hesitate, and at times, put up a fight. What can we do? In the bible, it says that God has created a new world, ready for those who believe in Him, He has created a new heaven and hell. This old world is only temporary. It will be destroyed (as if we're not destroying it already). Remember that we came into the world with nothing. We survived. And if we go out into the world with nothing, we will still survive. There's always a thing as starting over. But of course, if you've been pampered your whole life, generation after generation, your chances of surviving would be way lower.

Not my two-cents, but non-sense.