Random Thoughts

LEST WE FORGET, A tribute to all the Heroes of the past..
Happy 50th Independence Day Malaysia, you are a free country now..Don't you like it..? Do you still remember your days during the colonial time? Well,I hope, you'll stay free..Freedom is all yours now..But, what about your people? are they really free? Well, emmm..I have no say for that..I leave it to you Malaysia..

The time has also come for us to express openly what is on the lips of most Malaysians in Sabah and perhaps even Sarawak that August 31st is celebrated as Independence Day or Merdeka Day. It is the day 44 years ago that North Borneo (as Sabah was then known) ceased to be a British colony. Sabah was therefore literally a nation before Malaysia was formed by the Federation of Malaya, Singapore, Sarawak and Sabah under a Malaysia Agreement and formalised on the 16th September 1963. Malaysia is therefore only 44 years old today, not 50. Let us not continue this unnecessary distortion of history...hem, I don't care actually, what happened in the past will remain history, and now, all we have to think about is our future..

Thanks to those people who have sacrificed a lot, not to mention those who have died in the defense of our beloved land...We were so lucky, we had them with us, in thier own way, they have done so much for everyone...My sincere profound thanks and heartfelt to those heroes who have lost their lives in the battlefields...So next time you go to condemn a soldier, stop and think about what he’s done, all that he chose to sacrifice..so you won’t lose even one. Did you ever stop and think about the simple freedoms that we have every day and how many freedoms a soldier sacrifices so you can live this way? War is not about special battles or certain dates, it is about people...the people who lived with it every day whether in an occupied country, or as a soldier in the midst of battle, for it changed that person forever because of what they saw and were forced to do to simply survive. Those survivors live through the war every single day of their lives whether it is in a way hidden to the outside world, such as in their dreams at night, an event that triggers a memory, photographs from that time, watching a movie on television, or blatanly obvious in physical wounds and scars. War scars a person forever. With that, I salute them for all the bravery they have, and make it possible for us to live our life today...

I'm not a patriot myself, but Im a proud citizen of Malaysia, and I think that's enough..I don't raise flags in front of my house, or put sticker on my car..But, I have it carved in my heart..(You can tell if I'm lying...Ughhh).. Malaysia..You are my Rock!!!....

Drunken stories are funny..the parts that you remember, and the parts that your friends told you happened..well, this is my own version...hehehe...

Been out drinking again last night with some friends..Couldn't really tell how long it has been going on, but as far as I can remember, it has been for quite sometimes, there has not been a night that I am not intoxicated..Yupp..being intoxicated doesn't mean being drunk..Well, I'm not proud with myself anyway. Infact, after every drinking session's over, I regret having myself too intoxicated, and I have to drive home all by myself..And I know, drink and drive is never good..It has proven to be so dangerous..By law, you are not suppose to drive if you are under the influence of alcohol or drugs..There are many cases of accidents caused by reckless drunken drivers..I hope, I won't have to experience such..And I'm feeling quite lucky that fate has been so good to me so far..
Okay, I was drunk, not fall down, vomit drunk,but just drunk enough to think of myself as being prophetic and insightful..and that is when you are at your most dangerous point..When the brain stop running, and yet the body keeps on running..the funny thing is, you will only feel the sore and the sickness the next morning..Hangover...Anyway, someone says this..seriously I don't know who..but, I kinda like it .. "he who drinks, got drunk, he who got drunk, goes to sleep..He who goes to sleep, doesn't sin..He who doesn't sin, goes to heaven..Since, everyone goes to heaven, lets drink and get drunk.." I read that long time ago since I was only but a small boy..and I don't even think that I'm gonna grow up and be alcoholic..opppss..no I'm not..I only drink occasionally...Forget what I have written earlier on..hehehehe..

Well, emm..Seriously, I don't have much to write today, I just feel like, I'm going insane after marking some assignments and project papers. I just hope, I wouldn't have to be admitted to the asylum for all these insanity..I've been quite busy and occupied since this morning..anyway, I still managed to entertain my friend on YM..hehehe..This is the time of the semester when I hated it the most..The students have submitted all their assignments and final projects..Leaving me with only a few square inch of space to put on my note book and other personal belongings..I don't bother to re-arrange or put everything nicely and in order, let it be this way, so that when my boss sees me, he knows that I'm actually doing something and I'll get credit for being good staff..hehehe..Yeah, as if he ever did that to anyone at all...
I think these students are just wasting their time and money here in ATI, and I feel so mad reading their assignments..There are few of which I didn't even bother to read, and marked '0'..They deserve it..All the contents are copy and paste..I've spent endless efforts telling them that I don't entertain plagiarized work, but I guess they wanna try me..So this is what you get...I have at least 30 more assignments to mark, but I don't think I would be able to continue. I'll stop for today, and hope tomorrow, I'll be able to do few more...aRRRGhhhh...Alight, I think that's all for today..See, I told ya..I don't have much to say, Didn't I??

Well folks, don't damn me for being so obsessed with my puppies..I love dogs..I go nuts when I see them...I don't really go out with friends during the weekends, so I spend most of my time playing with my puppies. They deserve it, after 5 days with lack of attentions, Saturday and Sunday will be our day together...And I'm posting this one just for the heck of it..hehehe...

The Siberian Husky is a medium-sized working dog, quick and light on his feet and free and graceful in action. His moderately compact and well furred body, erect ears and brush tail suggest his Northern heritage. His characteristic gait is smooth and seemingly effortless. He performs his original function in harness most capably, carrying a light load at a moderate speed over great distances. His body proportions and form reflect this basic balance of power, speed and endurance. The males of the Siberian Husky breed are masculine but never coarse; the bitches are feminine but without weakness of structure. In proper condition, with muscle firm and well developed, the Siberian Husky does not carry excess weight (American Kennel Club)..

I came in contact live with one very beautiful Siberian Husky today, Pinky, belongs to the lady whom I bought Rex from..Well, actually, we wanna meet her to get Rex's birth certificate..It was my first time, seeing a Siberian Husky so close that I can actually touch it..and mind me, I took some pictures of Pinky as well..Pinky...a girlish name for a handsome and good looking Siberian Husky...hehehehe..Here are some of the pics...





I wish I have one...wait aa, nanti Christmas...hehehe

Life is like a blanket too short. You pull it up and your toes rebel, you yank it down and shivers meander about your shoulder. But cheerful folks manage to draw their knees up and pass a very comfortable night. I don't like to grumble..I keep everything to myself..People think that I'm happy and nothing's wrong with me..But, deep inside, only God knows how...I have to admit that, I'm a great pretender..I pretend like I'm walking on cloud 9, sleep on a bed of roses, and enjoying every single second of my life. I'm not trying to be hypocritical..It's just that, I don't wish to share my life story with people..coz I don't need no sympathy..Well, anyway, I'm not that pathetic...To live remains an art which everyone must learn, and which no one can teach..

Well, stop talking about this life sad story.,.there's nothing I can do about it..Why torture yourself when life will do it for you? I'll follow the paths wherever life may take me..I thought. Yep, work your butt off for five days and then have two days off to recuperate before doing it all again. Oh yeah it was God. That being out there in the cosmos that people talk to when they need something. No I don't hate God and religion. I am not an atheist who will suddenly recant on my deathbed just in case there is a small chance I may go to Hell...(opppss..I never wish for that,though..hehehe) Hell, more commonly known as work, employment, a job, means of getting very little money to support that really disgusting habit of eating and living. No one ever said it was going to be easy, and now I have to face it all alone, my own way. Well, not really, I have friends, remember?...You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life...So, might as well just go with the flow..It will lead you to places you've never imagine you would be..God has grant me the serenity to accept the things, I cannot change..and He gave me life, soul and brain, so that I can use them to function well as normal human being..I hope, when I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me." -end-

Looking up into the pale blue sky, I thought I saw my saviour. My guiding light, something I’ve been wishing and searching for years to find. But like all the other times it was a haze in the distance, a figment of imagination. I sighed as I looked forward, bringing my eyes down to the earth I wanted to escape. Sometimes, I feel like running away, just for a while, to a strange and mystic place, where nobody knows me..I would climb up to the highest tower, and scream on top of my lungs..I want to wander free and do whatever I want..Without being judged or being monitored by those wild eyes..Why do they even care..? What’s wrong with these people…Anyway, life, especially mine, has been like this for as long as I can remember. At least the air that I breathe is free..If I was to pay for it, I could have been dead, long ago. I finished eating my cup noodles, of which I forget how it tasted, I must have been dreaming, I just hope, I’m not losing my sanity yet.

Time had a new found speed out here away from the confines of work. I knew today like all other days would see me at home before I knew it, the weekend fast approaching and even faster would it be Monday morning yet again. I’m tired of doing the same old things over and over again. I demand for betterment. Could I ever do things differently? Of course I can, but why am I doing these? I tried not to get drawn into wishing for time to stand still, a fantasy that I used to have as a child. Why would I want time to stop since I really didn't have anything to stop it for? Even the most intelligent person could never invent anything to stop the time, then what do I have? I have no family of my own, no children, no wife, not even a girlfriend, only my two puppies, whom I love so much, more than I love myself, and friends who keep me entertain during my most gloomy day. But anyway, I wasn't miserable. At least, I have a really nice and proper shelter, to which I go home everyday after a long hours of working.. Back to the place, where all the nonsense evolve, and the imaginations get wild..

Well ok, I was miserable, but what could I do about it? Killing myself? That would be messy and I have no time to actually go out and do something. Oh yes, I walk my dog in the garden, or field and I love those moments, at least, these two cuties are for real, they are my only true friends. Well, human being cannot be trusted, they have their evil plans, it is so bad, that I am one of them..Damn it… I was just sick of it all. A holiday was so trite, quitting seemed a bit extreme and shooting my boss, well lets just say he wasn't worth it. Suddenly, I feel so tired, and I couldn’t cope with these conflicts within myself. I feel like everything else is meaningless..I tried to calm myself down, but my other conscience is too wild to be tamed. I heard this song playing in my head..


In a little while from now,
If I'm not feeling any less sour.
I promised myself, to treat myself,
And visit a nearby tower ..........
And climbing to the top,
Would throw myself off,
In an effort to, make clear to whoever,
What it's like when your shattered .......
Left standing in a lurch,
In a church with people saying .....
My God, that's tough, she stood him up,
No point in us remaining .......
I may as well go home,
As I did on my own,
Alone again, naturally.

To think that only yesterday,
I was cheerful, bright and gay.
Looking forward to, and who wouldn’t do,
The role I was about to play.
But as if to knock me down,
Reality came around,
And without so much as a mere touch,
Cut me into little pieces.
Leaving me to doubt, all about God and His mercy,
Oh, if He really does exist,
Why did He desert me?
And in my hour of need,
I truely am, indeed,
Alone again, naturally.

It seems to me that there are more hearts,
Broken in the world that can’t be mended,
Left unattended, what do we do?
What do we do?

Now looking back over the years,
And whatever else that appears.
I remember I cried when my father died,
Never wishing to hide the tears.
At sixty-five years old,
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn’t understand why the only man,
She had ever loved had been taken.
Leaving her to start, with a heart so badly broken,
Despite encouragement from me,
No words were ever spoken.
And when she passed away,
I cried and cried all day,
Alone again, naturally .....
Alone again ................................. naturally.

(emmm…to be continued aa…I have ran out of ideas)…

Do you received chain mails, that the sender asked you to send or re-post it to 10 persons, and if you don’t, you are going to have a bad day, or worst, someone in your family members will die, or you will end up being jobless? And if you do send it, you will receive good fortune in the next few hours or days. Most of the time, I will just delete these kinds of mails, coz they are just messing up my inbox. I even replied back, telling the sender, if he ever send me any mail at all, of this kind, I’m gonna smack his head. Well, At least, I made myself clear. I hate mails like that. And I was told that, the chain mails get to almost everyone’s inbox. How the hell did they know your email address..?? That is really irritating..I received one email yesterday, and it was of the same kind..I wanted to just delete it..But I saw “JESUS” written as the Head Title. So I scrolled down, and read everything..And, as usually, at the end there was the same message “Do you have courage to send this?”…Well, I didn’t re-post or send it to the number of person I was asked to send to, but, I guess, I would post it here, and share it with you..You don’t have to re-post this, seriously, this is for you to read, and you alone to understand..I believe in God..and there’s no doubt about it..I believe in the wonder of His creations and the miracles He has performed…Well, ok, I’m not that religious…but they say, sharing is caring..So, read it..if you want..If you don’t want..No problem…

Death is certain but the Bible speaks about untimely death! Make a personal reflection about this..... Very interesting, read until the end..... It is written in the Bible (Galatians 6:7): 'Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. Here are some men and women who mocked God :

John Lennon (Singer): Some years before, during his interview with an American Magazine, he said: 'Christianity will end, it will disappear. I do not have to argue about that. I am certain. Jesus was ok, but his subjects were too simple, Today we are more famous than Him' (1966). Lennon, after saying that the Beatles were more famous than Jesus Christ, was shot six times.

Tancredo Neves (President of Brazil): During the Presidential campaign, he said if he got 500,000 votes from his party, not even God would remove him from Presidency. Sure he got the votes, but he got sick a day before being made President, then he died .

Cazuza (Bi-sexual Brazilian composer, singer and poet): During A show in Canecio ( Rio de Janeiro ), while smoking his cigarette, he puffed out some smoke into the air and said: 'God, that's for you.' He died at the age of 32 of AIDS in a horrible manner.

The man who built the Titanic : After the construction of Titanic, a reporter asked him how safe the Titanic would be.
With an ironic tone he said: 'Not even God can sink it'
The result: I think you all know what happened to the Titanic .

Marilyn Monroe (Actress) : She was visited by Billy Graham during a presentation of a show. He said the Spirit of God had sent him to preach to her. After hearing what the Preacher had to say, she said: 'I don't need your Jesus'. A week later, she was found dead in her apartment .

Bon Scott (Singer) The ex-vocalist of the AC/DC. On one of his 1979 songs he sang:'Don't stop me, I'm going down all the way, down the highway to hell'. On the 19th of February 1980, Bon Scott was found dead, he had been choked by his own vomit .

Campinas (IN 2005) : In Campinas , Brazil a group of friends, drunk, went to pick up a friend..... The mother accompanied her to the car and was so worried about the drunkenness of her friends and she said to the daughter holding her hand, who was already seated in the car: 'My Daughter, Go With God And May He Protect You..' She responded: 'Only If He (God) Travels In The Trunk, Cause Inside Here..... It's Already Full ' Hours later, news came by that they had been involved in a fatal accident, everyone had died, the car could not be recognized what type of car it had been, but surprisingly, the trunk was intact. The police said there was no way the trunk could have remained intact. To their surprise, inside the trunk was a crate of eggs, none were broken ..

Christine Hewitt (Jamaican Journalist and entertainer) : Said the Bible (Word of God) was the worst book ever written. In June 2006 she was found burnt beyond recognition in her motor vehicle.

Many more important people have forgotten that there is no other name that was given so much authority as the name of Jesus....Amen

Hehehe...This is nothing..I just wanna share this one with you..Maybe you guys would give it a thought..Okay...

THE TEN COMMANDMENTS FOR BLOGGERS

1. You shall have no other Blogs but me

2. You shall migrate to the New Blogger for it is a land of milk and honey (Duh..whatever....)

3. You should never misused the name of Google your god..(Opppss...that's with small letter, okay..)

4. You should upgrade to a new template to seek salvation for your Blog..(some of you did very well..:) )

5. You should submit your blog to the search engines and ping them after every post..(seriously, it's up to you..)

6. You shall not delete any blog, lest it has been taken by spammers

7. You should not copy-paste old blogger templates into the New Blogger layouts (hehehehe)

8. You must not steal content, even though you are inspired by it...(Don't lie, you probably have done it..)

9. You should Backup your template BEFORE and AFTER any changes to the template

10. You must not be envious of your neighbor's blogs or his templates (Dun worry, I am all the time)


If you think that you have violated any of these commandments, it's not to late for you to repent..hehehehe

You wanna know what irks me? It is the little things, the things that don't really matter but tend to matter anyway. Like cars, normally they run and they get you to where you need to go. Sometimes, out of nowhere, they break down, leaving you stranded on a lonely highway or in a disreputable section of town. But ya know?, I'd rather take the long way home when this happens. I'll watch the clouds overhead and look to the streets in front of me. I'll quit my job and walk every damn street in the country. I'll take the long way home. It takes a while to get where we go, but we get there eventually. Even when I step onto that street and feel the sun hit me like bricks, I love just knowing I'll be in a different place in a different time not so long from now. And maybe that's part of what the meaning of life is.. Get where you plan to go in no particular order and in no particular time, as long as you get there before you die, of course. Don't believe me because I don't believe myself half of the time,hahahaha. Anyway, I've seen many interesting things in my years of wandering. I've looked at things I don't understand, things I don't want to understand and things I wish I understood. And I always wonder whether the knowledge I gain as days go by just fuels the fact that the more I know the less I understand, the less I can see It. I always love to remind myself of this "things that you don't see, you don't know, won't hurt.." I think of myself as an idiot sometimes, and often find myself wondering what my purpose is. That is all secondhand to life. As John Lennon sings, "life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans". Or think "less and enjoy the ride". Yeah I know, too many metaphors alluding to "the road of life". I'll stop that. Life is like a... never mind..You figure it out yourself, remember, I don't look at the world as you do, I look at it as I am...

Handsome Rex... Crazy Bob
Bob & Rex

Country of Origin : USA

Size: Shoulder height: 51 - 61 cm (20 - 24 inches).

Coat: May be golden or cream-colored. It is smooth and wavy and the undercoat i weather-resistant.

Character: This breed is very self-confident, sensitive, intelligent, and adaptable. Barking is infrequent.

Temperament: This dog gets along well with children, other dogs, and any household pets. It can be belligerent with unknown visitors.

Care: Regular grooming with a brush and comb is required. Make sure the ears are kept clean.

Training: Obedience classes are recommended. They are very sensitive to harsh treatment, so excessive strictness is not recommended. Golden Retrievers remember what they learn for the rest of their lives.

Activity: Golden Retrievers have above-average needs for exercise, although they will adapt themselves to the exercise habits of your family.

For those of you who are interested to get one..And should you have one, please take really good care of your golden..Coz they are not like any ordinary dogs. They are really sensitive especially to foods, and the environment. Golden Retrievers, like most dogs, have several genetic health problems. These problems can be reduced and possibly eliminated through responsible breeding. These include : Hip, Eye, Thyroid, Heart, Blood, Epilepsy, and Elbow problems. The most important and avoidable problems include Hip Dysplasia, and Hereditary Eye Defects.

Name : Bobbie Joe
Breed : German Spitz
Age : Five months ++


Name : Rexton James
Breed : Golden Retriever
Age : Five months ++

These are my two puppies..They cheer me up when I was feeling down and blue. They greet me when I come home from work. And they make my dark sky blue..I couldn't imagine my life without them now..

These are some of the pics that I wanna share with you guys, taken during our free and easy tour in Manila..Some of the pics are too explicit for public viewing..So, if you wanna see 'em, come and see me personally..Hahaha..You wish...!!

Waiting for boarding..Still in KK Terminal 2 Airport..We could hardly wait to fly..Luckily, the plane arrived on time...


Early Friday, taking a snap just outside of Rainbow Pacific Hotel in Malate..Behind me is the road which used to be congested all the time..


The place we stayed on the second day..This was in Robelle House, along Valdez stree in Makati..Couldn't find 'halal' food for my friends here..hahaha..makan cup noodles jelah...


A long walk to Glorietta Mall..It took us almost an hour..Gosh..the traffic was really bad.BUt, we mind our own business, and took pictures all the way to the mall..


The thing I love most about Manila is the life night...they never sleep..They party all night long, and they have lots of clubs which play great musics...We went to Bedrock in MAlate..Man........Great...

I like to read what other people write, and once I started reading blogs, I thought I might be able to contribute something. I thought I'd have something useful to share. Frankly speaking, I'm less and less convinced of that. Nonetheless, I love what I'm doing, and I blog in part because I want to talk about what I do, what I read, what I care about. And sometimes I want to complain about things, because even the best academic departments, colleagues, administrators, or students can really drive me crazy sometimes...Gosh..they really do..

I think we academics do a lousy job explaining what we do and why it's important to everyone else, especially to our students. I hope blogging will help me communicate what happens with education and why education is so important and actually worth paying for. But, I guess, they care less about their educations..They think that, going to college/U is just another phase in life that they have to go thru..Perhaps, they don't care at all... Well, off course, there are some of them who are genuinely serious with their studies, but, I could hardly see them..Or..Maybe I'm wrong..None of them??

Listen to what your elders have to say, because, they have traveled the way you must travel. But then again..It's all up to you..By all means, you can choose your path yourself..Like I did..That's none of my business, right??? Why should I worry..? I worry too much about some things, way too much. I expend endless energy stupidly worrying or being angry about things I can't change. I should know better, but I disappoint myself. And sometimes I just want to scream about how things here frustrate me.

At times, it stuns me to think how much trust some of the students place in me. I know professors/lecturers who are total jerks (in my college last time). I can certainly be pretty much a jerk at times. I don't imagine, in this medium-sized class, that I've done anything to earn the student's trust. I absolutely love those moments. and I take the responsibility that comes with that trust very seriously.

This is one of those reasons I'm so happy to be a lecturer/teacher. I can build up a wall of objectivity. Students do come to me with problems, but it's in a way that I can handle, because I expect it. I just don't know. I don't have the energy to put into this particular concern in a big way. I recognize it as a concern, and I'm willing to do my job.

I think, I've been holding my breath all the time while trying to squeeze my head for the best possible words to express what I'm feeling deep inside..Trust that you have received this response for a reason--perhaps so that you (student) could stop holding your breathe too.

Time passes, you grow up, make choices, meet people and collect memories. Family and friends encourage you to see your potential and everything become easier to rediscover your passion.
But, yet and still, there are people who kept telling you that you couldn't achieve your dreams. And it makes your best still seems not good enough...And after all that, you abandon the dreams that you've always dreamt of, and you are not happy and satisfied with what you are doing for the moment.
You earn and you spend, and save a little for your own good. When time passes and you're aged, you feel relief that life is getting much easier for you now..but everything would be ending in any seconds.
The dreams that you have never fulfill might come alive again into your mind. Then you start to linger in the question which says "If only I go and pursue for my dreams, Could I be a happier folk now..?"..
Now..Whatever it is, your future is in your hands..All you have to do is make the right choices, and do it right...

In the spirit of blog posting, I've decided to finally post some pictures of my friends and I in Manila. Well, last week my friends and I went to Manila..It was just for a few days,enuf to keep my soul and mind rejuvenated.Manila is an overpowering city and can certainly prove to be hectic if you are not prepared for it. A combination of the bustle of the traffic, noise, pollution, poverty and often-shabby infrastructure makes the city seem intimidating. However, Manila’s energy and the good humor of its people become infectious. That's what I love most about Manila, and emm..the people there are beautiful and very polite..I wonder, how can we claimed our people here as being "courteous and polite"..not even close, I think..
Okay,here are some of the pics..Who knows, maybe by looking at them, you would also be interested to visit Manila.

This is me when I was feeling a bit crazy...


Waiting for dinner to be served. I must admit that I have problems when it comes to food in Manila..Coz, somehow, I think they don't have anything similar to our curry, or nasi lemak, or Ngau Chap..:(

Under the hot sun in Fort Santiago, Intramuros..The area is surrounded by thick brick walls..

The Dungeons..During World War II, the Japanese used the it as a prison. The dungeons are below the high-tide level and sometimes prisoners drowned here. Right at the end of the war the Japanese started on a wholesale massacre of prisoners, and in one small cell the bodies of 600 people were found The climb to the top of Fort Santiago is worth the view of the Pasig River. Below are the dungeons, where the 600 Filipinos were found dead of drowning..

Well, I think, that's all for now..I'll post some more, if I feel like doing so..hehehe