The LOUNGE roundup

Designer HOLES

2006-09-11T18:59:00.000-07:00

It was a great month to begin with this month... hurhurhur.... Sept is surely gonna be a month of bargain and good deal huntings. The lookout for best auctions and settling for the best deals. So it goes...

From Lava Lamps to Stereo Bluetooth Headphones ... i got 2 words for you... Yahoo Auction! and if everything else fails including time... Mustafa Center is open 24 hrs. I even wanna get my hangars there, even when the SHOP DOWNSTAIRS IS STILL OPEN!

Suddenly my shopping craze is at its peak. And the catalyst that triggers it hasn't been ascertained yet. Nonetheless... I enjoyed myself. Period.

So what's today's rantings about?

The Designer Holes. I was out in City Hall one fine afternoon. (It was a great day to be out... the Sun is Sunny... everyone else is working...) Decide to drop by the Levi's Shop to get that Sling Bag i had been eyeing for quite sometime. Well, when u're in Rome, do what the Romans do... so if u are in a Jeans store... do the browsing even if you don't intend to buy any...

And So i did... and ... I came across this pair... the one with the "designer holes"... the ones that looked as if it had been worned and pass down for generations from grandpa to grandson. To think it would be cheap..but NOOOO.... its like double or triple the price compared to anyother regular jeans. The one that normal people wear.

"How you dress," says Bob, "tells the world how to treat you. Your clothes say quite a bit."

(Bob is apparently the name of the guy attending to me... I mean.. who name themselves BOB!)

My own outfit said, "I live with my parents." Bob suggested that my inner t-shirt could be smaller and slightly less blue to go with the jacket, and that my khaki pants be "pressed" (I believe they have special machines for that).

This from a man who was selling pants WITH HOLES IN THEM.

"What's the difference," I asked, "between designer holes and the ones that occur naturally over time?"

"About two hundred dollars," said Bob.

So i just got my Sling bag and scoot off to the nearest departmental store... (Claims to have a 40% off on regular items.)

Got myself another Jacket and a nice roundneck t-shirt.. to go along with it...

BACK TO MY CLOSET

When I returned home, I couldn't look my clothing in the eye. The shirts seemed to slouch on their hangers, and my shoe rack smelled like the seventies. Sliding through the hodgepodge, I realized that my only hope was a closet fire.

They say that fashion takes only common sense, but that begs a question: Who the heck are "they," and why are they making our lives miserable? Is there a round table where They decide what is in like the Cool Committee from secondary school?

I suspect that They have been in the business so long that, they're no longer qualified to judge. How else can you explain those faded-thigh jeans with "DESIGNER HOLES" that make it look like you've been dragged behind an Isuzu lorry for several lamp posts?

If you ask this any how dresser, fashion is whatever makes you feel more like you. As good as it feels to get it on with anything, I myself am tired of being profiled by the fashion police. If I followed their instructions, my wardrobe would finally be reduced down to one type of clothing -- a straitjacket. Hurhurnur and they came up with TYPE 1 jeans... ( i mean what's 1 suppose to mean anyway!)

Remember, guys: Today's fashion is tomorrow's dirty laundry, and there's nothing as stylish as owning what you've got. Just don't outdress your girlfriend.

She is Real.. Not Imaginary...

2006-06-12T11:19:00.000-07:00

I am not Schzoprenic...
Thank You for your Kind Attention.

This is Really COOooolll.... !

2006-06-04T20:58:00.000-07:00

http://www.crushcalculator.com/content/love/845568638

Tot of sharing something really cool with you guys or gals....

This is a crush calculator... it really works to my favours... so if you wanna give it a try... go ahead... anyway... i am satisfied wit my answers... and i found them!

In anycase good luck!

1800-I-M-MENTAL

2006-06-03T21:15:00.000-07:00

Hello, And Welcome to The Mental Health Hotline

If you are obsessive-compulsive, press 1 repeatedly

If you are co-dependant, please ask someone to press 2 for you

If you are paranoid, we know who you are and what you want. So stay on the line so we can trace it..

If you are delusional, press 7 and your call will be transfered to the mothership.

If you are schrezopronic, listen carefully and you will hear a small voice telling you which number to press..

If you have short term memory loss... press 9,

If you have short term memory loss... press 9,

If you have short term memory loss... press 9,

If you have short term memory loss... press 9,

If you have short term memory loss... press 9,

If you have short term memory loss... press 9,

If you have low self-esteem, pls hang up as all of our operators are busy to talk to you.

That Damn Headache

2006-05-29T03:38:00.000-07:00

MY HEAD HURTS...

came along my friend and he offered me a pill... i took the pill... i start to feel kind of weird... So i asked him what it is.. He told me it was a placebo... WHAT!!! then i started to feel normal...I told him there is nothing in a placebo... that a placebo won't work once you know its a placebo... He told be that when i started to feel weird.. meant that it had actually worked... regardless if i had believed it or not...
He told me its all the same whether i know it or not.. to him.. it all works the same... I told him that he's a freak and that i am gonna go buy some real aspirin...
He that remarked that i am gonna need money to do that...
SO???
He said that money only works because everyone believes that it will work... he claimed that

MONEY IS A GIANT PLACEBO...
now my head hurts even more....

Retailing Gets Weird..

2006-05-28T20:32:00.000-07:00

One day Jamal was in this retail store one fine day... (and here the dialouge goes)

Cast:
Jamal - As Himself
Nasferina - Retailer
You - reader of this blog
Me - Narator... yes the ones that does not have any characters saying it.... yes!!! the background voice...

Jamal: Hello?!! I'd like to buy something.
Nasferina was hiding at the back acting like it was none of her business...

Jamal: Hey! I see you back there! Would you come out and talk to me?
Nasferina ducks out her head from the corner...

Nasferina: Its $4.95 to talk.
Jamal: This is a retail store! $4.95 to talk? I'm a customer, you should be polite to me.
Nasferina: Polite? That cost $14.95
Jamal: I just wanted to know if you had something in stock...
Nasferina: Questions are $2.95 each and compund answers are extra...
Jamal then had that questioned look

Jamal: Whats a compund answer?
Nasferina: It's an Answer that's a hassle for me..
Nasferina then hands him his bill ...$39.95... includes Tax and service Charges...

Jamal: This BILL is ridiculous! I haven't even bought anything...
Nasferina: Its my new system. I'm Paid for what i actually have to deal with- not hourly wage
Nasferina: Thank You... Come Again..
She then laughs in an evil manner i think...

Jamal walks off... Still wondering if he was actually cheated...

Jamal: Retail gets weirder every year....

- FIN -

Waste

2006-05-28T20:15:00.000-07:00

I AM ATLANTIS

2006-05-27T22:49:00.000-07:00

Atlantis is an island whose existence and location have never been confirmed. The first references to Atlantis are from the philosopher Plato, who said it was engulfed by the ocean as the result of an earthquake 9,000 years before his own time.
While there are many hypotheses about Atlantis, the vast majority of scientists concludes that Atlantis never existed, and that Plato made up the story using elements that may have been drawn from real events.

As for now... all you need to knoe is... I AM ATLANTIS!!!

For so long i have lived amongst ages of Man... from the streets of Ancient Rome when Hercules fought in the Colluseum to the busy streets of New York where Tom goes to work at the Empire State building as the bell boy.

I am the sole survivor of the Atlantean race... last of its kind... an underwater breathing humanoid. But i can't swim. Walking seems to be my favorite past time now. My name i shall not disclose... you can call me Atlantis though.

Atlantis, a sunken city that was lost thru time... along with the people living in it. I owe this dude some money in a SeaHorse race. I lost badly. I was about to drown my sorrows. ( Dun ask me how we Atlanteans drown our sorrows) Oh back to the point... so... we are a waterbred race. How it became sunken...? It just happen to be so. We swim around. Those who can't swim ... they walk. Like me.

Hmm... apparently... a lot to talk about there is ... about me and Atlantis...

I AM ATLANTIS... and i am lazy with this entry... So... here we go again... a half way thru account about Atlantis... no wonder it got lost thru time... no tracable or legitimate records. But we Atlanteans are ... mind you... more advance then you could ever imagine. Currently, our scientist are inventing this thing called "PAPER". but everytime it came out... it got to wet for any purpose...

Did i mention i was the remaining sole survivor?... hmmm... now certainly this peice of crap is being pondered about its truthfulness and credibility... haha. Good Luck in guessing... its reverse pschycology.... Yes this wasn't written by an Atlantean..

Yours Truly,
I AM ATLANTIS...!!!

Stone Temple Pilots

2006-05-26T01:53:00.000-07:00

And I feel that time’s a wasted go. So where ya going to tommorrow? And I see that these are lies to come ...Would you even care?

And I feel, so much depends on the weather .So is it raining in your bedroom? And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray.. Would you even care?

I took a weeks vacation to forget her... When i was younger... I thought i knew everything.. So let the Damsel come home and Sing.

She was touchin her face... With a whole lot of disgrace... What made us think that we were wise... When we knew we need a day's plate rice.

So should I compromise... For the cheese eaten by the mice... What she needs is a Rosetta stone... For those sins to be atone...

Amendments are what we need in glimpse of phrases.. To find that there's nothing about faith in nothing... I am however not as ugly and sad as you... Demented as the motives in your head.

The unsuspecting victim of the darkness in the valley... And in the night we wish this never ends...

Now the violence sleeps inside...Abandoned feeling for just a piece of mind....It's the reason why your teething side frustrates me.

How can you say your life is empty...So late in the day...Why would you stay another second?Now your sight got in the way. A combinationOf love and aggression ..Another second lived

We have a chance to turn the pages over... We can write what we want to write, Before we get much older.

so...SMILE LIKE YOU MEAN IT!!

Coda

2006-05-23T10:29:00.000-07:00

Lab To Agiru

A Uniform Used to Mean Something

2006-05-21T11:07:00.000-07:00

Elevator Rules...

2006-05-18T15:00:00.000-07:00

Hi All Elevator Uses...,

I have been very unsatisfied with some people who have no elevator etiquettes... And i am truly unhappy when someone with loads of baggage...hog not 1 BUT 2 elevators. When 1 elevator is bad enough since the lift service has been slowed... he or she had to stop the service entirely!! by using both elevators. But of course we could put a grin on our face and help them... and at the same time suspiciously sent out a notion that they are indeed hogging the elevator. But if its a really preety woman.. i must say helping them out at the elevator goes a long way.

Set that aside... i know it can't be help but Kids are kids and that means, they dun have the discipline to control thier pee... but if they really can't help it... please train them to understand that if they even remotely felt like peeing... PLS prepare a bottle. But God Forbid those of us adults who enjoy the nasty hobby of doin so for fun! (not peeing in the bottle but in the elevator... If you like doin your business in the bottle... i have nothing to say..)

And Last but not least ... LET ME BE STUCK IN AN ELEVATOR WITH A CHICK...

so everyone lets sing!!! Aerosmith - Love in an Elevator

and PLS!!! if u are staying on the 2nd Floor... USE THE STAIRCASE!!! u could use the excerise.. and i don't think i need to say anything much for those from the 1st floor...

For more elevator etiquttes... please refer to WWW.ELEVATORRULES.COM

My head is battling with my heart My logic has been torn apart -Jamal

KOTOWARI

2006-05-15T16:05:00.000-07:00

Dear YOU... you are my Saffron Girl,

I had loved you even before sunlight hits the World,

Meeting you yesterday makes my heart swerl,

Makes my lips glow and my tongue curl.

- For you , Your Greatest Fan of your life. Jamal

The Space Between

2006-05-15T15:31:00.000-07:00

The Space Between

You cannot quit me so quickly.There's no hope in you for me. Certainly there is No corner you could squeeze me but I got all the time for you, love. The space between ...The tears we cry...Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more? The Space Between are the wicked lies that we tell and hope to keep safe from the pain.

But will I hold you again? These fickle, fuddled words confuse me...
Like 'Will it rain today? I had waste the hours with talking, talking...These twisted games we're playing.We're strange allies with warring hearts.

What wild-eyed beast will you be? The Space Between are the wicked lies that we tell and hope to keep safe from the pain. So will I hold you again? Will I hold...

Look at us spinning out in the madness of a roller coaster. You know you went off like a devil in a flash in the middle of a crowded room. All I can do, my love is hope we don't take this ship down.

The Space Between is where you're smiling high is where you'll find me if I get to go..

The Space Between that fire bullets in our firefight is where I'll be hiding, waiting for you

The rain that falls splashes in your heart and it ran like sadness down the window into the space between.

Take my hand'Cause we're walking out of here...Right out of here is love is all we need here.
The Space Between are what's wrong and right is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you
The Space Between is actually your heart and mine in the space where we'll fill with Time and Space Between...

In twilight i have been inside and outside

And never before and again

In a world alone in your place will i

Ever see you Again?

Will you ignore still me with prudence?

With a mistake that never, always never will you leave me alone?

Lava Late Nites

2006-05-13T13:52:00.000-07:00

Late in the summer children run without clothes...
Chill of the winter not far down the road
And in the windows are silhouettes of husbands and wives..
Watching in silence till the evening arrives
And there all around insects scream in the trees...
The promise of rain can be heard on the breeze

Here it comes again... Could not outrun my design...
Come to my design..and thru the beauty i will thrive..
Thrown towards the edge.. Don't i assume i could fly...

Could i ... Be Lost Forever
Tonight... My soul is sensory pleasure..

The headlights glow and the sky will soon be black..
The freeway riders are rolling and heading back
They're heading back home

A dark haired woman is driving the roads..
Breathing deeply she don't mind being alone,
Her shaking hands holding fast to the wheel...
She sees things and knows they ain't real

There is a song that bleeds through the night,
Bouncing off stars and the satellites...
I spend my nights in the reservoir...
Saying thanks for all the passing scars.

The Coffee Cup

2006-05-06T03:30:00.000-07:00

Signs of Coffee Deprivation.... or maybe just addicted to coffee...

Are there clouds in your coffee? Or, if you drink your java from styrofoam cups, perhaps it's hormone-disrupting chemicals ...

As you're dressing, you dab a little coffee on your wrists so you’ll smell great all day.

After walking into the kitchen and discovering someone drank the last of the coffee without making more, you try to fire your spouse.
You drive with a cup of hot coffee between your legs. You aren't looking to sue McDonalds; you're just that weird

You sleep with your eyes open. -

You have to watch videos in fast-forward. -

The only time you're standing still is during an earthquake. -

You can take a picture of yourself from ten feet away without using the timer. -

You've worn out your third pair of tennis shoes this week. -

Your eyes stay open when you sneeze. -

You chew on other people's fingernails. -

You forget to unwrap candy bars before eating them. -

You've built a miniature city out of little plastic stirrers. -

Instant coffee takes too long. -

You have a picture of your coffee mug on your coffee mug. -

You can outlast the Energizer bunny. -

You don't even wait for the water to boil anymore. -

You answer the door before people knock. -

You haven't blinked since the last lunar eclipse.

There's a stain on my notebook

Where your coffee cup was...

From the lips without passion, To the lips with a kiss...

The stain on my notebook

Remains all that's left Of the memory of late nights

And coffee in bed.

Unrequitted Love is like hitting your head against the wall that isn't there...

-Too Much Coffee Man

The New Look

2006-05-05T21:58:00.000-07:00

Yes peeps... The Enigma is no longer available... Apparently, exploring the hidden no longer intrigues me... and with that

i unveil a NEW LOOK. with new things to talk about... and with that i introduce 4 new friends of mine... which in time, will get to know each other affectionately....

So lets be Lounging when the going gets tough... and when the tough gets going... we will be lounging even more..!!

Lovely LILA

2006-05-04T07:08:00.000-07:00

An once again... these comics are not mine...

- Jamal

Carbon Dating

2006-05-04T06:50:00.000-07:00

Coppertoolling... Carved out using fine Rosewood Ashes and a Carbon Paper

-2006

KARMA

2006-05-04T05:58:00.000-07:00

Hi, i am werk... and as usual, things can get preety boring after sitting down doing nothing...(well before typing this blog.. i was seriously doing nothing!!) Reason i am here is cause something just caught up with me... something i haven't seen in a long time... KARMA.
Karma is something u dun want to mess arnd with... Coz something bad you do to someone will bound to be returned back to you.

U know that feeling when something is about to go wrong at the wrong time at exactly when you are about to meet that wrong person??
Well... here the story goes...
_________________________
Sometime in May 1996

I was out with my friends after school. We had just finished our last papers for the mid semester. So here we are out celebrating. We hang around and had a hell of a time. Then we decided to chill at "Joe's" place. (i decide to keep my friend's name to myself) Before you know it.. we were slacking our butts of infront of the TV watchin MTV until it got really boring. Then we started playing the console games till it was late. By then, this was midnight. Then we decided to do something crazy. To "borrow" a kart they use to pull the garbage bins arnd at the dumpster, for a joy ride. Well... we did got our joyride... except that we just busted one of the headlights for kart. We felt really guilty that i decided to try and repair it. I checked it out and found that it was using those normal motorcycle bulbs... the problem is it was after midnight... and there ain't no shop open selling bulbs...

So i had to rip it from a bike somewhere in the near by carpark. At that time, the WR dirtbikes were a hot thing. And they were easy to rip off too... A few latches here and there and *tada*, the headlight assembly was open... And i got my bulb. And at that time... i didn't know wat a WR is... until now. It just seemed to be an easy bike to pull of a bulb from.

I was concerned for the safety of the dumpster kart driver... if he drove arnd in the night... if he EVER... i realised now... no one works at the dumpster in the night... so that kart doesn't need a headlight... BUT THE MOTORCYCLE DID!! (prayers for the rider)

and so the years went by innocently... until

6 years later
6 Jan 02

I had werked my butts off for 2 months just to save up for a bike... and guess what bike i got?
A WR dirtbike.. and man do i love that bike... All white and sweet looking. We had a hell of a time....

+3 years later
01:00 am 30 May 05

I had traded in my WR for an Xr-400... I just had to upgrade to a bigger and more powerful bike... My heart was pounding at the sight of the Big Machine.

2 weeks later
I was riding my XR-400 along Tanah Merah Coast Road and met with an accident... which wasn't my fault and the accident wasn't at all serious...
But i had to pratically "buy" back my WR coz the insurance claims and traffic investigation for my Xr400 would take months to settle.

Soon after...
There was i back on the road again... after my injuries had soothed. Apparently, i guess i am destined to forever be riding a WR... going through its rough engine breakdowns and foul play again.

5:45 pm 04 May 06
I was minding my own business and getting ready for work when my dad came up to my room. He had just been to the mail box and collected the mail... of which one of them was addressed to me... It was from the Traffic Investigations Departments. Haha... my traffic accident from 3 paragraphs ago (last year) had resurfaced again... and it states there in the letter that i had won the case and is ready to proceed the repairs and claims for my bike... I could never be happier...

6:20 pm 04 May 06
I was starting up my bike (WR). Feeling all happy that the XR4 is abt to come out soon... i was dreaming... I didn't noticed that suddenly... after months of no issues or symptoms... my headlight was busted with a blown filament. So i ride my bike innocently... UNTIL i got pull over by the Traffic Police... I was confident at first about doing nothing wrong until i realise the missing light from my headlight. I was stunned... and the rest was history....

_____________________________

And so the saying goes...

The only time i had to ran into a Traffic Police was the time my headlight wasn't werking...
and i realised... almost exactly a decade ago... i had done something and it took Karma to remind me... Maybe it might be true afterall... do bad things and bad things are bound to happen... do good things and a windfall may be around the next corner... Might not sound so simple as this but i guess for a simple guy like me... this is just enough to keep my head full. And for that bulb i rip of from someother guy's bike...who knows..?? that could be the bike i bought then. For now, i just have to apologise if he ever reads this thread... :-)

If you have something good to do... Do it to me..

- Jamal

Lotsa Love.. Grandma

2005-09-10T23:46:00.000-07:00

I admit that it is not mine... But Once i got my own strip.. It will definitely be comical!!

- Dun get any wrong ideas BUB!

Upperware...

2005-09-10T18:32:00.000-07:00

Never put of what you can do today, tomorrow when it can already be done yesterday.

- Tips on buying me Coffee

and making me Happy..

From Pizza Hut with Love... (and other delivery services alike)

2005-09-07T01:48:00.000-07:00

Rain or Shine, be it wet or dry, without petrol or a puntured tire... be it the first floor or the peak building of the barely litted Pepy Road Condominiums...

WE WILL GET YOUR FOOD DELIVERED!!

While we enjoy the fattening delights of the tastyful pizza... we fail to realise how difficult it actually was to deliver it... (those who frequent themselves to the restaurant can ignore me)

When getting by the traffic was one thing... getting a summon to run an errand was another. And couple with the fact that the summon was a higher price to pay then the pay for the day itself... DAMN!

Then think about that traffic hazard... shouldn't we delivery riders be given HAZARD allowance.. When we risk life and limb, we risk the chance of limping. But management doesn't care... to them, every working enviroment is some kind of hazard... so its no different but its not every day we get to read in the news about some poor office chap getting killed with an accidentally stabbed pencil!!

What we do read of most of the time heard about is the accidents on the road... with an overturn bike with broken wheels, handle bar levers , broken glass peices everywhere, punctured tyres...and a slightly dented car...hmm...

Nevertheless, we will get your pizza there... all piping hot and tasty fresh from the oven..(and so was the road at high noon). We riders have nothing much to say..except.. Enjoy The Meal Sir..

p/s If you deliver using Vans and cars for that matter... pls find your own hazards. This excerpt only covers us bikers...

Disclaimer: Not to be use as evidence persay for your Insurance Claims. Seriously!

Sheep in the City

2005-08-27T09:20:00.000-07:00

A Farm inspector was visiting the notoriously stupid Farmer Jones.
"How many sheeps do you have??" the inspector asked him
"I don't know," replied Farmer Jones...
"Every time i try to count them, i fall asleep."

- Baba Black Sheep have you any wool

This Piece of Joke is an excerpt from Readers Digest.

In the Interest of I-Stein

2005-08-26T20:26:00.000-07:00

Imagine a police officer chasing after a speeding motorist. If he drives fast enough, the officer knows that he can catch the motorist. Anyone who has ever gotten a ticket for speeding knows that. But if we now replace the speeding motorist with a light beam, and an observer witnesses the whole thing, then the observer concludes that the officer is speeding just behind the light beam, traveling almost as fast as light. We are confident that the officer knows he is traveling neck and neck with the light beam.

But later, when we interview him, we hear a strange tale. He claims that instead of riding alongside the light beam as we just witnessed, it sped away from him, leaving him in the dust. He says that no matter how much he gunned his engines, the light beam sped away at precisely the same velocity. In fact, he swears that he could not even make a dent in catching up to the light beam. No matter how fast he traveled, the light beam traveled away from him at the speed of light, as if he were stationary instead of speeding in a police car.

But when you insist that you saw the police officer speeding neck and neck with the light beam, within a hairsbreadth of catching up to it, he says you are crazy; he never even got close. To me, this was the central, nagging mystery: How was it possible for two people to see the same event in such totally different ways? If the speed of light was really a constant of nature, then how could a witness claim that the officer was neck and neck with the light beam, yet the officer swears that he never even got close?

I had realized earlier that the Newtonian picture (where velocities can be added and subtracted) and the Maxwellian picture (where the speed of light was constant) were in total contradiction. Newtonian theory was a self-contained system, resting on a few assumptions. If only one of these assumptions were changed, it would unravel the entire theory in the same way that a loose thread can unravel a sweater. That thread would be the daydream of racing a light beam.

Special relativity is born
One day around May of xx05,

I went to visit his good friend Michele Besso, who also worked at the patent office, and laid out the dimensions of the problem that had puzzled him for a decade. Using Besso as his favorite sounding board for ideas, I presented the issue: Newtonian mechanics and Maxwell's equations, the two pillars of physics, were incompatible. One or the other was wrong. Whichever theory proved to be correct, the final resolution would require a vast reorganization of all of physics. He went over and over the paradox of racing a light beam. I would later recall, "The germ of the special relativity theory was already present in that paradox." We talked for hours, discussing every aspect of the problem, including Newton's concept of absolute space and time, which seemed to violate Maxwell's constancy of the speed of light. Eventually, totally exhausted, I announced that I was defeated and would give up the entire quest. It was no use; I had failed.

Although I was depressed, my thoughts were still churning in my mind when i returned home that night. In particular, I remembered riding in a streetcar in Bern and looking back at the famous clock tower that dominated the city. I then imagined what would happen if my streetcar raced away from the clock tower at the speed of light. I quickly realized that the clock would appear stopped, since light could not catch up to the streetcar, but my own clock in the streetcar would beat normally.

Then it suddenly hit me, the key to the entire problem. I recalled, "A storm broke loose in my mind." The answer was simple and elegant: time can beat at different rates throughout the universe, depending on how fast you moved. Imagine clocks scattered at different points in space, each one announcing a different time, each one ticking at a different rate. One second on Earth was not the same length as one second on the moon or one second on Jupiter. In fact, the faster you moved, the more time slowed down. (I once joked that in relativity theory, I placed a clock at every point in the universe, each one running at a different rate, but in real life I didn't have enough money to buy even one.) This meant that events that were simultaneous in one frame were not necessarily simultaneous in another frame, as Newton thought. I had finally tapped into "God's thoughts." He would recall excitedly, "The solution came to me suddenly with the thought that our concepts and laws of space and time can only claim validity insofar as they stand in a clear relation to our experiences.... By a revision of the concept of simultaneity into a more malleable form, I thus arrived at the theory of relativity."

“Thank you, I’ve completely solved the problem.”

For example, remember that in the paradox of the speeding motorist, the police officer was traveling neck and neck with the speeding light beam, while the officer himself claimed that the light beam was speeding away from him at precisely the speed of light, no matter how much he gunned his engines. The only way to reconcile these two pictures is to have the brain of the officer slow down. Time slows down for the policeman. If we could have seen the officer's wristwatch from the roadside, we would have seen that it nearly stopped and that his facial expressions were frozen in time. Thus, from our point of view, we saw him speeding neck and neck with the light beam, but his clocks (and his brain) were nearly stopped. When we interviewed the officer later, we found that he perceived the light beam to be speeding away, only because his brain and clocks were running much slower.

Did i fail to mention I was Einstein...? as in I-Stein

Thanks Jamal... i think you are the better Einstein

The Mads in Maths

2005-08-26T19:54:00.000-07:00

There is nothing that i have against those who loves doing mads ..eerr...maths i mean... Well, lets face it, Maths is one of the glues of the world and without it ..life would be meaningless...

Even so... people amazingly uses maths equations to know whether we really need maths... and hence this smart people calling themselves smart fail to see its place and needs in this complex society..

Maths maths maths, the maddening drive for school children and school adults alike...
but for it is maths that get us thru to scientific questions and problems we face..

and three cheers for mads... for i have used it to calculate the vectors to replace Utt and place me in his place...

"Why is it that Nobody understands me and Everybody like me..."

- Einstein (applies to me)

Male Nurses anyone?

2005-08-23T19:33:00.000-07:00

The one thing we looked forward to when we visit the hospital was to stare at the glare of the Nurses (woman i mean, i'll get to the male part shortly)... Nice outfits and headdresses... Certainly, a Contented Heart is certainly the best Medicine...

The Uprising numbers in Male Nurses is certainly an issue that should be pondered about... When was the last time you went to the hospital and was treated by this preety nurse in red stockings?? Hah.. those silky smooth and gentle touch ( like the touch of Cure...) That was how it works... your mind wondering into never land on the beaches with just the two of you (the nurse and you) sharing the same beach mat rubbing sun tan lotion... (do i need to go on?...its my fantasy mind you!)

NOW picture this...

You are agonizing over some pain and pinch after an accident.. Lamenting over how the pick up truck hit you by the side tail of your bike... Although grateful you are still alive... you can't help having this feeling... of a thousand needles and probes and endless pills to swallow... not forgetting to mention the stiches on the open wounds... BUT all this aside as you anticipate a beautiful nurse... or at least someone with somthing you can oogle at...
when...
....
...
BAM! comes in this guy feeling all helpful and motivated with saving and helping lives...

HAHAHAAHAHAA! but that does the trick of killing pain anyway... as you awe as how such a guy can actually be the one treating you...

- Now people... What you you think about MAIL NURSES...

(nurses that come by mail to treat you)

Yes Everyone.. the MAN is back...

2005-08-23T18:09:00.000-07:00

Hahaha how long has it been... hmm let me see... 4 long months...
For those who have been following up on my blog entries... sorry for that long vacation..

AND finally...i got that transcript of mine and had sent it out... and see this... I AM TYPING THIS BLOG ON MY NEW JOB'S PC...

Training was boring so for that matter... my mind went into a state where it would wonder of to the next house near you... and i found out...

Today's newspaper was printed yesterday for tomorrow...( dun believe..check da date)
The Point in Life is Finding out the Pointless Things in LIfe
You should not Regret the things you have done and those you did not do.
I love you for Eternity.. hmm its ok.. you won't live that long anyway to find out if i am lying...

Stay Tuned and In Tuned, Not Out of phase and In Sync for the Next Entry.

In Reference to Imran's "When i was Small series"

2005-05-09T10:18:00.000-07:00

When i was small...

Chewing Gum - when we chew all the goodness of the chewing gum... the sticky part of the falvour gets slimy and stays in your throat... being sticky.. it traps the germs before it enters the stomach or body for that matter..

so when they ban chewing gum... i took note of the death statistics...

for more "When i was Small" check out the series at the webbie

http://www.thrumyis.blogspot.com
its not a hyperlink... i just colored it blue....
stop clicking

Me and the author of "When i was Small" series

Hazards Encounters of the Third Kind

2005-05-09T09:40:00.000-07:00

This is certainly wierd... Has this ever happended to you..?? Well, it happens. Shit Happens

At one moment, i have a déjà vu and a loss of memory at the same time. I think I have forgotten this before.
Do not disturb, I am enough disturbed as it is . . .

During an outing with my good mate Imran.. we have discovered that women has uncontrollable shopping impulse.. which lead me to this conclusion

Men pays $.2,00 for a $.1,00 item that he needs, a woman pays $.1,00 for $.2,00 item that she does not need.

And when we read fire messages at the shopping mall...

In case of fire read this message.....................................I SAID IN CASE OF FIRE YOU IDIOT!!

and so i walked away...
Funny as it may seems... these hazards are very disturbing... and oh boy do i have an affinity for them...

Like back in the office... i was at werk when...

The one time of the day that I take 5 minutes to read MAD magazine is when my Colonel walks in.

Now that i am fired... I am writing a resume for my next job

No matter how long I keep an article or piece of information, I will never need it till I threw it away.

Now i am looking for that Academic Transcript of mine!!!

Algebraic symbols are used when I do not know what I am talking about.
- Zul...

#$%! You!! Damn !!@$#$#.... WHAT???
- Zul Again

Dear Master Yoda..

2005-04-20T18:51:00.000-07:00

wonder, i can't help.. the way Master Yoda speaks. With Elegance and deep meanings, to convey words he has.

What i want to look at is a different perspective on Star Wars.. we should investigate the possibilities why Anakin became Vader. even the merest of events could chain it all the way to the formation of the Empire.

Just because Anakin became evil doesn't mean he is the cause of imbalance and destruction. The real evil here is the hyprocritical android and droid C3PO and R2D2. You have to agree with me when i say that they are the only characters to have been in the Star Wars trilogy x 2. They are the only characters to have appeared in all the six episodes. and here they go along the scale of the movie pretending to be all innocent.

Anyway, it was them who grew up with Anakin Skywalker. It was them who probably instigated Anakin to be the bad guy he is when he became Vader. So agree with me you have to.

May the Force be with you my ASS!!

Cheers

Zephyr Aviator

2005-04-05T21:23:00.000-07:00

All the world can pass me by... If i had not known and learn to fly...
For people who fight foo... find themselves fighting goo...
Will loving me for loving you ever be true... When i definitely hate you.

The free wide riders are only heading back home...
A dark head women is riding alone... And i spend my nights in the reservoir...
All alone and free in a car.

As you can see, i have a wide spread of ideas and its difficult to keep them brief when i have a plethora of them. To juxtapose them would take the entire space of this blog and then you might have a difficulties being sanguine.I do however am persnickety when it comes to writing for what i want to express must be conveyed true to its original form and expression. Not to discombobulate you guys or gals... do take out a dictionary and find out all those words you find perplexing..

Cheers

I am not gonna say that the election was rigged...
but i got votes from 3 out of every 2 people.

- G Bush full of Shit

And the Lost City of Atlantis

2005-04-05T20:52:00.000-07:00

The undying sense of being rich and famous is embedded in the DNA of our society. The reflection on which we have the need to be surplus in money is the fact that we would like to live a wasteful life.

When we see life as pleasure and ease... we tend to seek those luxuries. What we fail to see is as life being a challenge. Challenge makes life worth living...

When you play a game... lets say pac-man. What makes it interesting is when you fear those pesky ghosts which comes after you. You fear therefore its interesting. When you have the cheat codes, you fear nothing and five mintues later.... you will be hunting for something new to play.

What matters is the enduring journey, with all troubles and pain comes retirement with all the satisfaction you thought you never knew you could experience. Nothing beats the feeling after a long hard day of work and getting what you desire in the end.

I was one time desperate for a White Castle burger. The problem is it was already night time. And the only White Castle restaurant open was like miles away. So began my delirious journey of troubles and detours... and that feeling in the end .... with that burger in my mouth was definitely pure Satisfaction.

So endstate, why life without hardship. Whats life when you have everything...BUT you wouldn't want nothing to begin with anyway...Cheers!

I think...therefore I am!

- Jamal

If I ever Lose my Faith In You

2005-04-05T19:11:00.000-07:00

What excites the trees from left to right is the cool breeze that blows...
In morning dew, i see busses and cars...with motorcycles that follows...
Caught up in traffic jams like the bees in a tree thats hollow...
And Dripping blood and honey, my boss ask me why am i Slow...

What you didn't see is how it adapts to the enviroment to sustain itself. Take it that the breeze are people who push you... test the limits of your patience... Then the tree will sway (cushion the "push" and then push it back against)... hence swaying...therefore take note ...the tree is still there.... still swaying with the breeze. So like life... be like trees... be Swayable. Able to adapt with people and their undying nonsense.

When a Hurricane is around... Trees dun pack up and go. They stand their ground... unfeared to be uprooted. A hurricane in life is like a challenge... and like all hurricanes.. it is temporary. What we need are strong roots to have us glued, steadfast to the ground.

Multipulate...

2005-03-03T05:26:00.000-08:00

What you know is information. the more you know, the more powerful you are.
since...

Information = Power

therefore ...more information is more power.
But you are only as powerful as how much of it you can control. So, you are whatever you are with the amount of information you know how to manipulate.

eg. I knoe Jack slept with Jane.They are married but not to each other. If i can manipulate this knowledge... I have Power over him.

Control is Forces apllied to contain or control Power

if
Force = Mass * Acceleration

if MASS is your body... and if Acceleration means you in motion ie. running, walking...

Information = Power = Control = Force = YOUR Body * Running... Then the more you run... The more Information you have.. and Powerful you'll become.

Now you have this Information... RUN away from me. You are sick!

Past Tense

2005-03-03T03:10:00.000-08:00

Don't let the past dictate who you'll become...
Let it be a part of what you are gonna Be.

- Jon Doe

Intellectual Honesty...

2005-02-25T01:47:00.000-08:00

The desire people have to place their trust in the words n deeds of their leaders is nothing new among us living in this society.It has always been greatly admired in both the leader and mostly us, followers.

The failure of leaders are often the lack of integrity in 'social' and 'working' life. Although corrupted, this people are not fools. They mask their dishonesty and half-truths. The great sadness here is that there are no justifiable reason for dishonesty and its transient rewards have no lasting value.

Simply said, we should always maintain an enviroment free from vicious cylce of doubts, backstabbing remarks and distrust that lingers in workplaces or amongst social relationship.

Whatever consequences the truth may bear, between 2 lovers or a group of friends or colleagues, we should keep "Intellectual Honesty" as after all we live with each other in this planet. For we gain nothing but only hurt those around us for being dodgy and deceptive. And maybe, there is afterall hope for the Human race.

- IN WAR, the true ENEMY is WAR itself... -

Da Sarah

2005-02-25T01:30:00.000-08:00

The Existence of a Man

2005-02-09T08:32:00.000-08:00

How do you define an existence..? Its not just about being here. Its about making an impact about your presence. Being here or there is not enough. Presence should be noticed and known...

Take for example....

YOU are in a room with lots of other people... In that room is also a table. These people are having a conversation. If you are not invovle... There is no difference between you and that table... as you are unnoticed. Better of being a chair so one of them can sit.

Most people go about their lifes trying to blend into society. Being one of "those people". They try to be as normal as they can so they won't attract the attention of others. Like the TABLE... soon they will cease to exist... and be forgotten. And without this sense of existence... Is the life worth living?

So get this, when you are talked about... good or bad... Know that you have already affected someone with your presence... And that is what that matters.

I am frequently asked abt why i am what i am. .
I simply replied "So you can asked me that question".

and with the simple notion, they realise the obvious truth of our reality. Fading out of rememberence is a really cruel experience.

and therefore...

I had rather been the WIERD one...

I had rather been the CRAZY one...

I rather looked like the FOOL who did funny things...

That people would talked about then

been a Forgotten...

- JAMAL

A Rebound Goal...

2005-01-30T04:39:00.000-08:00

LIFE is like a soccer match.... well... not exactly like a soccer match but close... But for some one like me who rarely watches a soccer match... i must have exceptional comparison and observational skills.

The Goal in a soccer match is like a Goal in life... Try hard enough and you'll get one. All those shots you took aren't in vain. People (players) come and go in life. Help you thru life... and when the going gets tough... we become tougher.

When life (the match) is impossible... we press and fight harder. And know this that what you want to acheived, life knows... and it will conspire in every way to help you realise it... even if it means you can't acheive it, it will explain why.

When the ball game becomes a smooth passing one, dun take it for granted. You'll never knoe when its intercepted.... then u'll be running around again to be on the ball.

Dun be careless... BUT dun be too careful either... if you dun take risk (shots).... you'll get tackled real hard (defenders nowadays are well trained)... You have no harm trying... but you still have to have good judgement.

and when everything is just nice for you... You took a shot ... a sure goal. But it hits the post.
Life is really unpredictable with your goals....

then a Rebound.... try not to give up hope just yet or You'll never knew a miracle.

And YOU Scored (ur goal).... ;-)

He who have patience will have what he will...
Coz Patience conquers the world.

Assumptions and More Assumptions...

2005-01-28T23:55:00.000-08:00

I can't help wonder... there are somethings that people do in their job just to fullfill the requirement..

A few days back...

Try walking into an Singapore Army camp... without a pass.. you'll be stopped and challenged.

And so on that faithful day, i had forgotten the darn thing. I couldn't enter the camp so i waited outside for a friend. A few minutes later, he came by and pass me his pass
thru the fence... a distance away from the gate.
I pinned the pass on my breast pocket and walked back to the gate. I entered. Pass thru. All cleared. During that time...
I am Sergeant Lim Kuan Yu... I am a Mat.

Think Singapore Security.

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A day later, i was standing in line in a que... waiting to pay for my purchase.. In front was a lady who was paying by credit card. She was signin her name on the back of the receipt. The counter guy suddenly said that she needed to sign the back of her card too... so he could compare both signatures for authenticity before completing the transaction.... Fair enough, she signed, and as expected *duh ... both signatures matched n the Transaction completed.

Think Credit Card Security.

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Only have the last tree has been cut down...
Only after the lasft fish has been caught...
Only after the last river has been poisoned...

Only then will you soon find out that money cannot be eaten!

Deconstructing Loops

2005-01-19T19:56:00.000-08:00

Our lives are nothing more than a mere repeatitive motions and situations with the same generic answers. What we fail to realise is that life is just like examinations... Same generic questions like what you phave practised in the ten year series ... only different values.

When you were in primary school, you had problems. In your secondary school, you had problems which more or less is similar like those experienced during primary skool.. And so it happens again during your tertiary life, those problems again... and so in your working life.

In mathematical sense, these problems are the same, only values changes.. Look back at your life and try to realise it. Doesn't the problems look similar and uncannyly alike... and as you get older, values become bigger and comlicated to be propotional to your daily life and age.

Here's somthing to ponder...

1. Why do we live?
Its our purpose...

2. In this purpose.. what do you seek?
We seek comfort and content in living a complete life.

3. Why do you seek comfort and content?
Coz life is short.

4. What do you mean life is Short...?
Every man Dies (except for an exceptional few).

5. Why do 'almost' every man die?
Coz we had lived.

(now back to question 1.)

Contradiction - Opposition between two conflicting forces or ideas.

A good scientist is one who asks important questions and

wants to keep evolving his questions.

His job not to get locked in a loop.

Tholian Web of Interwoven Tapestry

2005-01-11T07:40:00.000-08:00

It was a fine evening to be out after a hard day's work... so where do we go to... the BLUE DIAMOND restaurant to have my native delicacy call Thosai. Thosai Masala to be exact. Packed with all the goodness of butter, oil, coconut milk and gee to make you kick the bucket earlier than expected...

Well anyway, evening was rush hour, and the road condition is mighty terrible. Drivers are very impatient and they speed and they overtake wrecklessly.

There was this particular Mitsubishi saloon car. A Lancer if i am not wrong, sped past me overtake me just right in front. I had to pull a fast one ( brake and accelerate to another lane). So i was furios, abt to curse and swear at him... Until i remember wat my sensei taught me..

Forgive and Forget. The universe is a very complicated design... every individual thing that happens... happens for a reason. Every single action is a reaction for some other action. Even for something which you think is not remotely connected to each other...

So for the Lancer who almost cost me my life... I FORGIVE him... coz its my fault... why?

5 hrs earlier...
I was at work. Its 1:00 pm and i decided to have lunch at the canteen. The canteen que was full so took a short cut and came in first in line. Unknown to me was a co-worker. He was last and because of me reported late to the office after lunch hours. He was reprimanded. He called home and complained to his wife. His wife was furios... went to the grocery store, threw a tantrum at the shopkeeper .. Another customer over heard it and came to calm her down but was accidentally hurt. She was then rush to the hospital.

4:30 pm... The injured woman was treated and her husband informed.. So he rushed to the hospital.. It was rush hour. So by the time he got to the expressway.... It was

Present....
There was i minding my own business when suddenly, a Lancer swerve me by dangerously.... Its was the husband of a wife who was injured by an another wife whose husband is my co worker whom i cause to be late for work.

So i was wrong. I Forgive him....

So people, always forgive and forget... You might never know its your fault.

The world is like a intricate interwoven tapestry...

with each thread its individual actions.

Pull them apart and you unwove the whole world and it crumbles apart.

Think About it...

2005-01-10T15:30:00.000-08:00

Why did the chicken cross the Road?

Why do kamikaze pilots wear helmets?

Why do yoghurt have an expiry date?

Do chickens really have to cross the road?

Why do everyone wishes the Morning to be good but not everyone to be good?

"The best time to tell a person that life is short is to tell him how young he looks when he's old and dying"

The first rule about being cool is to be first in making this rule about being cool first. I'm First.You suck!

Why are you reading this...

In a World Of Deception,

Only Smarties have the answer!

A Paradox in Language.

2005-01-09T13:04:00.000-08:00

"A Good Person Never Lies. I am Lying."

I was half asleep with thoughts in my head thinking about paradoxes... I was amazed on how simple it is in its omnipotent existence that we failed to realise.

The above mentioned sentence is an amazing example. It's Simple. It's used by everyone. But no one realise on what it really means. In fact, they could never exist although it sounds perfectly normal. For those who could realise the paradox, good. You are there, but not as there as me.

For those who couldn't, let me take the time to explain...

A Good person never lies. Rite... If i am lying about this, i am a bad person. If i am bad, then i am lying about a good person who never lies... In this case a good person does really tell lies. But all of us know if a good person lies... he is in fact actually a bad person. Which brings us to the notion, there is never a good person in the first place to begin with. That means we all are bad, and we are all lying about the above mentioned sentence we have been debating...which in overall meant that we are lying about a good person who never tell lies and we are lying about that. If we are lying about what we had lied, that means the sentence is true, that there is really a good person and he doesn't tell lies. (now go back to the first line in the paragraph)

Now you see, you are all trapped in the paradox of the sentence. Surprised? Well, i've been there.

-definitions-

PARADOX :

One exhibiting inexplicable or contradictory aspects: “The silence of midnight, to speak truly, though apparently a paradox, rung in my ears”

Senseless People.

2005-01-08T23:50:00.000-08:00

Recently, not so many days ago.. possibly weeks, i have been to some places. These places have music with very astounding bass beats within. A DISCO! where: Tats classified, if my mum reads this... i'm a goner.

Where people dance, just dance. Some with steps that i have never seen before... nevertheless, these people are like zombies following thru a series of motion that are perplexing and losing them in a hynoptic state. Senseless.

Then i saw these group of people who just stood there doing nothing but just staring in deep space...or maybe just the dance floor in front of them...well maybe the people dancing on the dance floor...then they would see nothing... so i guess they ARE really staring into blank space! Senseless too.

I looked over at the bar counter... there the tender is tossing and turning.. i think he is dancing while working... so i don't think he should get paid. He qualifies as Stupid!

The people at the bar counter are drinking their drinks and talking to thier friends. At least they are doing somthing...but here's the catch... how can they be talking to each other when they can't even hear themselves....trust me, i know! hmmm...

So i strut back to the center to catch a glimpse of the second floor... There are people there.. they are watching what is happening at the first floor as if they want to be there. They stared at the zombies... Only zombies stare at zombies. i have conlcuded that they must be zombies too. Its a good think they weren't thinking of spitting at those people down there. That would be a breach of etiqutte, if they zombies have any.

After some obeservations i have decided to continue wat i've been doin... being THEM tat i have observed. (except for the bar tending of course)... i realli think he shouldn't get paid!

2004-11-27T08:51:00.000-08:00

Bang Brahim... Oh Bang Brahim...

E. Nigma

2004-11-25T18:29:00.000-08:00

Enigma---> Definition
mystery: something that baffles understanding and cannot be explained;