Whose life is it anyway?

Seing that all things that flow in trickles end up in the big sea, I should just type with a trickling unending as well…

The 2007 Chinese New Year has almost come to an end. A storm in a teacup? or the straw that broke the camel’s back?

Very much the latter.

Ghoulishly reminiscient of yesterholidays, this one has come and pass too. Just like that. And so, hence, I’m sick of this.

Live life to the fullest everyone, it’s the most inspiring thing I could think of right now.

Peace.

Beyond these walls, our mission awaits;

Up and away the two layered gates;

Gurkha guards and magnetic doors;

Towards Jalan Ampang therein our shores…

EMBASSIES!

Once upon a time in a place unmarred by the hustle and bustle of good and evil striving towards the equilibrium of money but only existing to satisfy those who have built it.

(Today at my school)

A big giant saucer like thought grinded through my heart as I traveled at the speed of positron dispersions to and fro from the class to the spot of flashing light in marvelous simple harmonic motion capturing bromine films in all its excellence in photosensitivity.

(I had multiple photo taking sessions}

haiz, it’s so difficult to make simple stuff complicated.. can’t believe Avril has the kind heart to sing about things being complicated. Infantile d’etat.

Anyway.

Today I attended a number of phototaking sessions. It was fun to have one’s picture taken.

After school today however, the serenic routine of everyday after school times, took a crumpling like a piece of paper. =="

Well you see, my society was charged with a mission to promote Malaysia’s biggest open chess tournament - The MBSSKL 2nd Annual Open Chess tournament. Well what’s so hard about doing promotions you might ask? Yeah, most of you are probably cringing at the edge of your seat with your hands in motion imagining that you’re telling me of your hours of experiences as a promoter in Jusco or Time Square or the wet wet shop or in Giordano.. etc. I can understand that. And I really wished it was that simple. However, our mission was clear, we were to promote this event to other countries by going to embassies.

Oh brother.

The thought of entering one of those heavily fortified mansions were daunting as hell. What if the guards decided to fire at us? Take us as terrorists? What if the officials decided to take us in disbelief? What then? Will we fail? Will we be kicked out of every  embassy we try to enter?

Seriously, my initial thought was a GIANT DANCING SINGING

yes.

..

..

Even the teachers were smiling in insecurity when we told them we were setting off to the embassies. They offered their "good luck!s" as if we were setting on some task that was unlikely to succeed, as if they have tried a thousand times and have been turned down, as if they have nothing better to do than to send students out into such closely guarded and high level organizations as one of a high commission, the residence of the plenipotentiary.

But I understood, there was a reason.

I mean, who better to do the job? What is a school without its students? If teachers were to do all the job, then who’s school would it be then? Only the teachers? Where would be the sincerity of it? Is not the sight of earnest and sincere students knocking and asking for help at one’s door; appealing for help at one’s power to grant, one that is able to touch, inspire, and imbue us all..

with awe?

maybe. =)

I will tempt fate then…

I consider myself very fortunate for the support of my fellow civic and welfare society committee members. Kee Pok, Wen Ling, and Kevinkumar especially, and unexpectedly Chee Hen. Much appreciation!

So, we then prepared the documents, hastily having colected all that we need from Pn Ng Choy Har. I could tell she had done her best to help us out too, from giving advise to helping us prepare the letters. Much appreciation!

And then there was the good ol’ proton Waja that Kevinkumar drove to school just for the occasion. Much appreciation!

lol appreciationz.

We set off towards Jalan Ampang promptly after I was finished with the President’s Council photo taking session.

In the car, we sorted out the documents by embassies as Kevinkumar navigated through the soggy and hot KL traffic jams…

We kept our eyes open and the first embassy we saw was the US embassy. Yikes long Q of people seeking to make their VIsa. bye US embassy.

We continued driving and took a left turn, and it was as if we entered a different dimension… as if Malaysia reverted back to its colonial times, we saw huge mansions, simply grand, like castles from fairy tales… and cars.. some of them had red number plates… what red number plates? That’s a diplomat! follow that car!

broom broom

After following that car for some distance, hoping that it will lead us to an embassy, we realized that we have penetrated deeper and deeper into the diplomat residential area. And it was then that we noticed the Albanian Embassy.

We stopped and tried to enter, a middle aged caucasian man confronted us. We stated our intentions and then he went into the building for awhile. The  embassy looked something like my aunty’s house.. @@. Anyway, a lady then came out to meet us, and then she went back in and a man came out to meet us. Being part of the diplomatic team this guy was much nicer than we expected. We spoke with utmost care and courtesy. FInally the man agreed to help us out, but said that he cannot promise anything. We were happy enough that he was willing to accept the invitation and documents. We then asked for his contact number. Then he knew we were serious about it. lol

Next we went to wisma Chinese Chamber, the Finland Embassy. It looked like a giant vault, and when we entered.. the air conditioning was divine. We done our deal and bid adieu. It went smooth too.

Just a few floors away was the Saudi Arabian Embassy. A well mannered receptionist was there to help us out. Here’s another giant vault. There were glass mirrors that people can only see one way, and metal detectors as well.

The Russian embassy was unfortunately closed, but with the help of the security guard, we managed to get the required contact number and got him to help pass our documents to the right officers.

Then it started raining.

The Australian embassy had the highest security measures. We were checked thoroughly before allowed entry. However the guards were friendly enough, the architecture within the building was great too. We finally finished our business there and moved on to pass some documents to a certain madam Janet at the Petronas Tower 1.

Mission accomplished! what a far cry this was to my initial fears of the unknown. Yep cjl u’re doing it rite alrite.

Chomping down kuihs of Zostokvadivabloom

Smell the armpits of doom And sharakarara kaboom kaboom mati

the innards of a kuih gone to Aplha Centauri

On a baboon taxi rajawali 

[hmmm this would sound great with stereo]

As Chinese New Year approaches, all things red begin to reincarnate themselves… Soon the legacy of an age old race will once again mark the bottom line on every chinese’s face, the way it always has since the time of our earliest ancestors.

My little adventure in MBS has ended. Experimenting with evil-selfish duality mentality indeed have, many results ayield. The onus of school life I humbly accept once more, its a sign to start studying.

History does repeat itself after all. And sometimes when it does, I’m glad for the mistakes I have done in the past. These past ‘good kuih gone wrongs’ flocculate in my cerebral cortex, in the form of a giant cinema screen… reminding me of what I should do. Some people, certain manipulative, selfish, and deceptive people..  are idiots indeed. These people think that the entire biosphere are jerks that refuse to abide by their law.  The emphasis on the word idiot here is of course, one with spite and resentful connotations.

I believe that everything anyone has done before is possible to be done again. And that everything has a law that governs its effects, and that practicing to be effective can lead to perfection. All this I thank to my serendipituous stumble into the dopamine pit of PHYSICS. In physics we speak of things that are possible and things that are impossible based on our understanding of them. Ye say all things are fair in love and war? Me say all things are fair because the laws of love and war are there open to study, fool is the one who repels this knowledge.

Today during physics period I was basically not paying attention. Why should I? I already studied the entire chapter and almost finished the tutorial ahead of time. FINALLY I have caught up with my physics work, surprisingly I don’t feel that great jolt of happiness from accomplishing something. There could be several possibilities then, that I was hungry, or that my brain cannot feel joy from homework, or perhaps, that this achievement really wasn’t, THAT BIG A DEAL. = =". Poof, Jia Loon you gotta challenge yourself more. Completing homework is starting to become what flipendo is to Harry Potter. And we all know what happens to Harry Potter when he does flipendo don’t we. What, nothing? precisely Dr. Watson… mamak treat on me later at Edinburgh castle. 

Sometimes I noticed that after I’ve deposited some information into word form be it written or touch typed, I immediately feel that somehow the information from my brain vanished into urine. Again, with the philosopher’s stone in hand and Guan Gong’s staff in the other, I conclude that there must be several Recalibrated Eternally Applicable Somnambulistically Onerous NoteS (REASONS) ……… why….. this… is….happening…. to…. THE FIRST READER OF THIS SENTENCE. blek not u. =P

THe first Recalibrated Eternally Applicable Somnambulistically Onerous NoteS could very well be the fact that since writing is supposed to mirror the workings of the mind, writing in words of black and white, monotonous, boring lines of left to right, left to right for eternity, PROBABLY didn’t reflect how my mind or thinking really looked like. What is the shape of my thinking then? Well if my thinking had a mouth, and a tongue, and vocal cords, I bet it’d sure as hell would say in a melodic wail, DO I LOOK LIKE A PARAGRAPH TO YOU?

To that melodic wail, I’d most Probably, Politely, Reply.

"Only when I’m muscular hypertrophying" (gets slapped by own thinking) O.O"

Anyway

This is a rather valid reason.

Our thinking actually looks like cobwebs, and occasionally dandelions. It is very important to note here that when I attempted to transload my brain data to the form of a Mind Map, I experience nil information lost! This is truly, the hallmark channel of Astro, I mean, SYNchronization.

We’re all familiar with the term SYNchronization. What, you’re not? Though normally found as a physiologically demorphed, sexually incapable "synchronization" in most dictionaries, in this blog this word has been given the liberty to procreate, to eat from the tree of knowledge, and be banished from the garden of Eden, to litter on Plaza Rakyat, to come late to school, and use toilets. Hence, ladies and gentlemen, Enter, SYNchronization.

[Scroll down to enter the magical world of SYNchronization]

When two beings are synchronized, two things become one. Peter and Jane anyone? xD. But no, don’t run away yet. Seriously, mind maps I believe are the key to mental-paper dual core multi facet SYNchronization. Do we see things as merely WORDS in our mind?

NO

In our mind, we can see feel taste touch hear ANYTHING we want! It’s called imagination. Don’t believe me? I’ll give Tony Buzan a run for his money. nyek nyek nyek. Ladies and manlymen, Try this.

KUIH KOCI : see feel taste touch hear - the colour the texture the sweetness the juice the softness the soft munching and lumping of smooth green kuih skin

SEJARAH TEXT BOOK: see feel taste touch hear - the pictures the emotions of the characters the food the people ate the age old artifacts the songs from olden times

LOVER: see feel taste touch hear - no explanation required… xD

SYNchronization. SYN rhymes with SIN? mystery solved. xD

I’m a pragmatist by nature, so I don’t really mind what I imagine, as long as it helps me reach my purpose of remembering something. I rule my brain cells like Adolf Hitler!! I rawk, and Hitler rawks too.. LOL… just kidding.

As for the definition of a kuih, I believe that inside everyone of us is a little kuih maker =). This little kuih maker resides in our heart, and seeks to make the best kuih possible to be savoured by the world. What with all these search for meaning in life, to feel useful, nothing more, nothing more my friends! nothing more than a kuih maker’s humble plea to make the best kuih today!

The best kuih today…. ok students, please take exactly 1.500000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 minutes to think about this.

Yep,

as Jia Loon postulate hyperbolate narrate crap fart says. xD