30 July 2006

And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time

And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her sky

And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We'll both forget the breeze
Most of the time


28 July 2006


it's just hit me that i will be leavin in abt two/three days. It feels like a heavy stone dropped into the river. N i just cant sleep.

What will i miss? Everything. Nothing that i can begin to point my finger at, yet everything i can think of right now, I knw I will miss. Resisting the urge to just scream, because it's all just part of life, so might as well look forward to what's coming next.

But to my the three i swam with today, I will miss u. Jane n Tsun, I've really forgotten how it was when i was in India without the two of you. Or how it was when the two of you were in Aussie. I knw when u were in Aussie, it didn't quite feel like the two of you left. Maybe because Malaysia is just part of you two, and I was still here. Shit. Its hard to write more, I guess there isnt much to be said past Bye and take care huh. And KEEP IN TOUCH.

N Dd..ur sleepin on ur bed n i knw ur gona start either talkin or whimperin in ur sleep some time soon.. ha ha ha sleepy head. Once again, there isn't much to say past thank you, n take care n bye n keep in touch.

I thought of making a little dedi list, bt it wld be too long i'm afraid. So to keep it short n simple, BYE SUNWAY N EVERY ONE 1 MET HERE! That covers most of everything. :)

miss me.

26 July 2006

Development Woe 1

Here is an interesting article on the BBC... journalists in India and the sudden inspiration to become a journalist and the explosion of television cable news and cut throat competition.

23 July 2006


Why is there another war in the middle east?

I've been told that the war in Lebanon is not going to take forever to end. Reasons given for this opinion range from the fact that it is an isolated war, that serves just the interests of Israel's permanent offensive against the Palestinian cause. Well self preservation is fine and dandy. But it isn't so isolated. Israel's main ally in this big old world, the US of A has dragged itself into yet another war in the region.

It's still fighting in Afghanistan, Iraq and now it can add Lebanon to the list. The stakes are apparently high, while Israel works to try and remove the terrorists that its neighbour is harbouring by destroying the nation, and the US nods its approval, keeping a wary eye on Iran. It has opposed the ceasefire proposal by countries within the region.

We know we have a problem, when the USA butts in. And we know we have a problem when the neighbours express their disapproval and they are ignored. If Afghanistan was a retaliatory move, and Iraq was a cause-less war, what kind of a war is this? It's baseless, and just, plain and simply a blantant slap in the face and the idea of the sovereign nation.

And the world watches, with the exception of France, Russia, India and the Muslim block who have voiced out their opinion, yet haven't done anything significant, it watches. Somehow this reminds me of Hitler and the years before the WWII. Atleast then there were things like pacts. The world watched then as Hitler dared and dared and went ahead, and the world watches now as the US and to a smaller extent the wasp like Israel dares and dares to go further and further in their violent exploration of the Middle East.

The Arabs watch, content with their wealth, interested more in preserving their royal seats in their royal cities of royal wealth and religion. China grows quietly waiting for the world to react, probably hoping to flood the supply deprived countries with its goods, much like pre-WWII US, and pre-Korean war Japan. France, fletches its muscle long enough to voice disapproval, not more though to actually do something about it. The Asian block is in shock, still trying to awaken sleepy diplomats in the region into saving its peoples.

The people though have expressed they are not happy. Marches have been held all around the world, but marches don't go too far. There is a problem right now, and frankly speaking it seems to me that the world is too busy to give a shit about it. As power stamps out all opposition in the quest for wealth, I think the world is becoming more and more unstable not to mention disproportionate.

Diplomacy? What? Just like the the UN cringes under the pressure of having no power, beauracratic slump and corruption scandals, diplomacy has become the art of the forgotten and powerless people. So lets cringe and wait to get trampled.

22 July 2006


Swiss Wish No:1 - Understand.

The Swiss make wishes not hoping the wishes will come true, but knowing they will


The weather has been a cow, alternating from hazy polluted air to windy wind to rain cold, and bright old sunshine. Had an interesting outing yesterday, in Klang.

Behold the Doulos, the ship from Germany that's been all arnd the world with an inbuilt library at the Star Cruises docking area in Port Klang. The girls n I were having a ball of a time a) finding the place b) giving each other sea faring names- Bootleg One Eye Jane at the Crows Nest, Capatain Little Toe at the helm and Asst Captain Pimple. One Eye Jane handles Rum rations as well.

If getting there was an issue, so was containing excitement to getting on the ship, the sort only a non swimmer 'only once been in the ocean' person would feel. Here we have a GIANT ship, which wasn't so GIANT afterall, given the position of other stair thingies... that looks unsinkable, never mind the Titanic, and the even GIANTER ocean with ENDLESS depths and widths of water. And I mean ENDLESS water. Any semblance of a storm on the horizon n this chick would've never stepped on no boat much less any pier of ne sort.

So then we went in, and lo behold, this ship's library isn't so big after all. And lo behold, it seemed to be an undercover Christian missionary boat thing.. and after a brief walk arnd the place and a brief walk around the breadth of the ship, and a brief glance at the small Starbucks stall that had creeped into the ship, I was bored outta my mind.

Checked out some ropes, huge thick fat ones, looked at the ocean with a shudder and I was still bored. Hell i would never survive on a ship, especially with the idea that i can't move arnd all that much as i want to and the only option is to jump into the ocean and take a swim. So i was mighty glad when we left, walked real fast cussing at kindy kids who were moving real slow... relief came dressed in Bak Kut Teh n Tea.. and LAND.. have i mentioned, I LOVE LAND!

20 July 2006

My Love

mmmmm .... love my baby! Just wanted to write that, i knw that this is a sad thing to write on one's blog.. but i dunno, must be all the olive.. :)

19 July 2006


Just checked for my number in the grad list.. it was there, and I guess so this must really be happening. I am leaving, and I am leaving everything and everyone I know here. Doesn't sound too good, and neither does it make me feel any better. U knw that feeling before that roller coaster dips down, when ur balanced at the very tip of the coaster, I feel that now. And it doesn't feel any good, just butterflies on e in my tummy. I almost wish I knew more than four others who were graduating with me. Well all come and go, it's time to go :)

Wish i could say it with a real smile instead of a smiley smile :) :) :)

These songs are nice.. I'm gona put it here for those who like to download songs and can.. cz i can't so this is my what song i want to download next list area thing-

Amber by:311

take me away from the norm
I got to tell you something
this phenomenon
I had to put it in a song
and it goes like

Whoa, amber is the color of your energy
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally

you ought to know what brings me here
you glide through my head blind to fear
and I know why

whoa, amber is the color of your energy
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally
Whoa, amber is the color of your energy
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally

You live too far away
your voice rings like a bell anyway
don't give up your independence
unless it feels so right
nothing good comes easily
sometimes you gotta fight

Whoa, amber is the color of your energy
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally

launched a thousand ships in my heart, so easy
still it's fine from afar, and you know that
whoa, brainstorm take me away from the norm
whoa, I got to tell you something

from here:

12 July 2006

The Hostel

Good Job Italy!

Ok that's old news however, it's never to late to celebrate. And apart from that I realized that there are some things about the hostel that I have never questioned, just recently noticed

  • we have our maids who come in and clean our appartment. When and where do they come from? I've never seen them come, never seen them go and they certainly don't stay in the hostel. Do they take a van or a bus? And howcome I never have seen them come and go.. this question is buggin, albeit only having too much time at hand would ever make me question that.

  • how right now, there is only one working pay phone in the whole hostel and this has been the case since May. Howcome no one is there to fix it? What do those people who need to use the payphone do? Does the management really not care?

  • I was cooking in the kitchen the other day and heard the door open with three people in the house. Two maids, one male and the other female, and a man. I looked at him while he feasted his eyes on the rest of the house. I asked him if he was a new warden, and he said he was the maid agency's supervisor, I turned around and continued chopping my potatoes. Why do they ban 'our' friends from coming into the hostel at abnormal hours, male or female, and then send random ppl we do not even know, with keys to our appartments at any time they wish?

  • Then there is the stupid driller man: he comes he moves everything in the appartment around, and then does his drilling business and then leaves. Furniture in disarray, but what the hell, he's paid to dril not to re-arrange furniture. Well, i don't remember him being paid to leave the appartment in disarray either.

04 July 2006


It's normal to feel nervous before a big game, and tonight or rather this morning's game is frigging uncertain. Fine, the pessimistic person that I am, inside I knw, almost as gut instinct that tonight will probably be Italy's last game. But in the spirit of being and staying optimistic, I'm going to say no VIVA ITALIA if not for anything else, then for well, the glory of playing a game everyone plays one way, different.

And for that I will wish the lads GOOD LUCK! and please make us proud, even if loosing is not to be thought of, let loosing be a hard lost battle, not one given away with ease and complacency.


On a different note, closed the taxi door on my nose today. It hurt like hell, made the cab driver smile (my pleasure to make u smile, u sadistic oaf ass) and well bled a bit. And for a while there i did not worry about anything but loosing the ability to smell. I don't think I ever realized how precious my nose is to me,

I may be blind (meaning i do not observe things), I may not be able to feel things, or taste things, or hear things.. but the thing I can do very well is smell things.. and forget the aesthetic value of noses.. I always thought an option to render any part of my body different in plastic surgery will see me point at my nose.. but I didn't think of it at all much later, when i was actually in front of the mirror looking to see where the bleeding was coming from..

But ya, it happened and things like this, in Jane and well Nikhil's words, are things that can only happen to me.. and well like I said it did.. glad to say however the minute I entered my room I knew my sense of smell was still intact... my pot pourri had sadly lost the battle with the smell of wet towels.. which I could never have know if not for my nose