Whose life is it anyway?

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

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