may

what happen in may ?

first, i had this stupid ignorant cold war with unmentionable name * feels like cold war in the 60's with soviet + us and harry potter's evil guy although i haven't decided whether i want to be the commies or the capitalist? *

second weda and seri graduated. it was fun having their families came over and the commencement was boring to hell.seriously !

third i move to a new house and left towers for good.

fourth i am going to midwest games although i am only the spectator.

i try reading more book. honestly i try. because i think i am at the path where my vocab have leave me for good. i have a hard time recalling word nowdays....

i'm taking economic and management technology this summer. and it is so wonderful that my summer seems to pass quickly.

wong kar wai

well to me he is a master in evoking emotions and question. watching his latest film which is way overdue for his admirer i like the questions and emotions he proposed in 2046. i like art-noir with a flair of avant-garde type of film.Noir means something that is views in a darker prospective,the main character isn't always honorable.and avant garde means that they do it in a new innovative way. well literally and through my interpretation ,that is what it means.for some people who is not familiar with wong kar wai works,they maybe a bit lost because he is not using the usual narrative that is so ever common can be found in hollywood films. I like his style because there is no true answer to what he is asking.I can find my own conclusion any way i like. Watching his film is like a dare.It dares you to ask question and make decision. Even though most of his film is closely related to fate and most of the characters make a conclusion that it all depends on fate somehow i got a perception that, the solitude and loneliness the character feeling is because they never want to fight their fate. Fate and destiny is 2 different thing to me. Fate you can change but destiny no. Fate is consequence of action i think.In 2046 the theme as i think was the turbulent and chaos * this is from the setting of the film,1966-1969 where the riots in hk just end and the graphically and geometricall intricated and bright colors of the wallpaper and the close living space the character is living symbolised all of this*, solitude and loneliness * base on tony leung kar wai character that is shutting himself constantly in his room and refusing any sort of commitment* and finally time*since tony shuts himself after rejecting li su zhen and lost the love* .As quoted from the movie "meeting the right person too soon or too late is useless". the movie makes me a bit lonely though. it was beautiful of course and capture with too much emotion that it makes me think and feel too much. well anyway if you ever want to watch his movie, he isn't famous for narrating a movie, his plot doesn't make sense sometimes but it is the way he express,the bold lines of graphic and stylish cinematography that i admire in his movie. so really go see days of being wild, in the mood for love, infernal affair trilogy although i only recommend the first and lastly chunking express.

p/s: i actually wrote this a long time ago just now i decided to complete the post.

singapore and me

I just realized one thing, that this blog skin doesn't work in mozilla, my font that is supposedly white turn into black and there's nothing i can do. i realized this because i checked my blog using firefox and it all screws up and when i check using windows,hell everything is fine. so i'm sorry for people using firefox because there's nothing i can do. I am not a tech savvy in this html crap thing. in mozilla you need to have apple plug in which i have no idea why they're spefically need that. it's not that i hate apple and firefox but you see i am drama dl and the place that i dl only accept IE and switching to mozilla has been really crappy but they say firefox is good so i guess i'll just have to stick with it. The song playing right now is called kau aura ku by ada band that is already disbanded long time ago. It's a nice song isn't it? Basically i am not sure what it mean but who care it sounds nice and it always about love anyway. well class is ending and in a way i am glad. seniors are graduating and a new year begins. I am going to miss weda and seri especially weda. They both have been very good to me and with their almost maniacally drive for shopping which always fascinates me. I always like seeing their stuff and suddenly i remembered being back at home where both of my sister is like that and so is my auntie. I miss auntie sarah. She always have gorgeous wardrobe and i learn to appreciate perfume from her. I like all those french perfume that is always in dainty bottle where you have to squeeze the nozzle that shaped like round thing. That is french perfume style before come coco chanel with the simple bottle. My first perfume was when i was 7 years old. Auntie Sarah gave me versace red jeans and during that time,it just come out. i remember we went to orchard in marks and spencer and there counter of perfume over there.Aunt sarah works in the times at raffles over looking at raffles port. see that pic? we can actually look at that from auntie sarah's office.We went out together during lunch with my sister. I was petite and had to tiptoe to smell the perfume.Aunt Sarah bent down and wave the perfume at me and i instantly fell in love with.She bought it for me,the exact same bottle that i bought 10 years after that. I still have the old bottle laying somewhere in my closet at home. Sometimes when i have time, to do things slowly while i inhale those sweet smelling fragrant of jasmine, vanilla, musk,sandalwood and lily.I remebered the time that i spent each school break in singapore.walking at esplanade*see right* when it was much more than teen gathering and then having dinner at my uncle restaurant beside beach. During the morning since my aunt live in ang mo kio and after that in pasir ris was very close to the beach, in the weekend we went and play at the beach and there were always a few guy who know my aunt would pat my head and sometimes carried me over their shoulder. It was such a fun thing to do. I always look forward to go to singapore. Yeah i have a lot memory of singapore than malaysia. That is only because my parents love going back to singapore.It is the place they grow up in the 50's until early 80's.Actually i have no recollection of malaysia when i was a kid. My family did not do much travelling in malaysia and the only place i've been outside malacca,kl and n9 is penang. Weird isn't it? Most of my favorite food is authentic singapore taste with a blend of indo. I don't like malaysia style of cooking actually.hahaha. and well i was never much favor kelantan way of making delicacies.I'm sorry but i prefer the way singaporean do it. Not my fault. i know malay singaporean are stuck up but much about all their bad ethic on malaysia their food is simply irrestible. look at the picture. *i'm drooling* arab street have most of this food and they are so cheap! omg i am oggling at food. how disgusting is that.Did you see that big mooncake on the second pic? and roti john in the first pic? and laksa johor at the last pic? Yummy. Well anyway i love singapore for it foods and shopping and the friendly people over there. They're friendly maybe because they think i am singaporean too. Heck singaporean have this slang that is different from how the malay people in malaysia speak. But anyhow i am still proud of the fact that i am malaysian and i get most benefit being that .Look at me ,i am goverment sponsored and that is very difficult to get in other country. Much as i love my sporean counter parts i realized working for the spore company is bad and their politics is just plain baadddddddddddd!

just some lousy rants

okay i know that i am supposed to be studying for my final lab and do some chem eng hw that is just too boring for me to do that . shuck no wonder my results is awful. hehe but doesn't matter that now. well as you might know that i have a philo paper to write and it is 'bout love. Can you love someone without understanding them? Does it takes that realization to love someone? That you can love to an extend that you no longer have to understand but just fully accepted them. now i can understand if i am supposed to relate this to aristotle's nichomachean ethics but my task is to relate this topic with aldo leopald that is a very much naturalist and humanist i supposed. Well that guy is talking about nature,animal and human right in enviroment and somehow someway i am supposed to relate that to the topic of love without understanding.It is going to be one hell interesting paper as i am trying to make a connection and analyse it. Ooh well i am on the same path too . I don't understand the guy that i am having crush on. He is just different. I'm starting to figuring out what kind of person is him from people's perspective. You see he isn't that talkative. Just talkative with a few people and that's fine with me. he is like an experiment you know. You observe and stated the results and you do your own conclusion. By the time maybe i will be disenchated with him but till then i will be having fun trying to solve this amazing complicated and intriguing puzzle that is spread in front of me.okay i know i am ranting like mad without providing pictures. but that is just how i am. i remember my english teacher that used to comment my essay is i have too many things to say in one paragraph. in short i do not know how to keep things short. ooh well till then.......

centennial park

yeah we went to centennial park yesterday.sonic wants to memorise her japanese speech and it is just to depressing to stay in home so we went out.it's pretty nice. pretty much i sleep the whole time while weda was watching korean drama using my laptop.it's a windy afternoon and it's so great. That is the tree that i was sleeping under. we put up a blanket and bought starbucks for each of us. I got grande moccha frappucino,weda passion tea and sonic got blueberry green tea. There were dogs chasing arounds and people bringing their kids around to enjoy spring and some people just want to read newspaper on a bench.After I woke up i proceed to take more pictures since that is my job since fishing days. Well that is me, sonic and weda with weda taking the pictures. See how close each of us lying ,that is because the blanket is small. Sonic you should buy another blanket but then weda is graduating..... You must be wondering why the garden is name centennial. Well there is a reason. That is because there is a greek replica of a building that contains the same exact in size of greek artifacts. The Nike status and the twelve gods of greek.I went there before.It was boring since you can't take picture that well because the size is too big and you can't the whole thing because then you'lll lose the details and i love details. After that we packed and went home and before that Yas called saying that her friend is not coming to pick her up to go to dancing so we went ahead and pick her up for the corner of borders before we went to have dinner at Ken's sushi.It was delicious.I had a bowl of udon tempura. Then at night the four of us wear sauna mask which is absolutely feel good time. Then we went ahead to shahir's house and karaokeing*this is not a real verb* over there. It was nuts with abot dancing around like mad singing aerosmith's I don't want to close my eyes.

the most unimaginable thing just happened

i am cordially invited to become one of the facilitator in my mrsm kkb camp project. it is a charity sorts of work. bloody hell. what am i supposed to do? be one of those goody2 seniors? it's been a long time since i woke up at 6 am. hell am i supposed to take a cold shower? after all this hot and luxurious shower? and they told me i was supposed to go to qiam? you don't understand. i never went to qiam before. not even once. not even while i was in back kkb. shit.hahhaa.i was supposed to wake up at 4am but i never did ever successfully did that. i don't want to be a fake when i become a facilitator and pretend i went. maybe i should just tell a white lie.never hurts rights? i don't want to pretend that i am all goody girl. well i am but to go to this far extereme is just not a possible choice. what else? and there is this groupie things that i am supposed to do. blimey i am not prepped to do that. i need somebody who can handle it better. i mean i can laugh and makes so stupid jokes but to actually conduct something like this is too far fetched for me. i am supposed to tell how did i study for my spm. i never really realised i was this extra working hard crazy girl. i never did. i know i go hungry studying but that is only because i was too lazy to go to dinner or eat. fuck it people. how can i pretend? damn it. all part of my sentences is now full of curse word. crap. i am totally not the typical faciliatator. i am totally going to wreck it.

pop for rainy day or maybe snowy day

as you might have noticed by now that i only updated my blog on saturday morning.it is snowy today. i love how the snow swirls around and around before finally setting down on a spot.well i found this song that you are currently listening while browsing my friend blog. it is interesting,simple and unpretentious or so that is how i perceived it. it is indie pop and althought it doesn't exactly sound like the complicated malay song which i loathe because to me a good song only need a few word to convey its meaning and to me malay song used too many poetic word that it confused me.to me malay song is composed with commercial in mind without a purposed.i despised such creation. i prefer indonesian song.simple word with meaning that each person can intrepret.some people might find this difficult but to me it's how the lyric bonded with the music that makes it easy to understand. this song is by 1900 yesterday,an indie indonesian band. the title is apa yang akan terjadi

this is the lyrics

ooo indah nian menawan
menanti rembulan datang
oo indah nian di taman
duduk kita berduaan
apa yang akan terjadi
jikalau rembulanku tertutup awan hitam
apa yang akan terjadi
jikalau rembulan ku tertutup awan hitam
ooh kita saling berjanji
untuk sehidup semati
oo apa yang kan terjadi
jikalau diriku mati
apa yang akan terjadi
jikalau aku mati
meninggalkan dirimu
apa yang akan terjadi
jikalau aku mati meninggalkan dirimu
Cuma kamu,hanya kamu
di hati ku
hanya kamu
yang ku mahu
hanya kamu
kan berada di samping ku
di sampingku
menungguku..

since my friend give me this great idea since i prefer changing the sound in background than writing a blog and sonic bugs me every saturday morning before going to work to update my blog.i might as well write what this song is about. Well this is how interpret this song,it may not be accurate but hey this is my opinion. Imagine that we are sitting in a beautiful garden * which actually means the best time or place in our life that time* You and me together waiting for something to happen * predictively something that is good and wonderful : like a wedding i supposed* What if something bad happen to us . The sentence jikalau rembulan tertutup awan hitam means if a misfortune incident happen to us. what is going to happen since we already promised to be together.You can see by now that the write doesn't offer any answer to the question because no one knows what would happen if something like that happen. He only say please remember that i will have only you and you only in my mind and she's the only want he want and because he knows she's waiting for him. isn't that the highest compliment and recognition anyone could gave? what i meant by this, if you don't love somebody you wouldn't care if somebody wait for you. you would "arrgh let he waits for me, i don't care.my time isn't wasted". if you always kept a thought at the back of your mind that no matter what happen i will always love you because i know how long and much have you suffer in the waiting process. This is as i say an unpretentious song.It cuts all those crap that usually can be found in typical malay pop song which is " biarpun aku menderita,ku tahu kau menungguku" you know all those crap that i find so unnecessary.i have no idea what this song means to me now for the long run it is a good song to keep.

my addiction

everyone has an addiction. be it money,clothes or food. my addiction is to books,caffeine and drama. i buy books , it is calming and i like seeing rows of books.do you the most calming place to me is libary?books are stable and resilient and even though they are fragile enough to be affected by weather they sustain to last through century.so that is why i like the concept of books.weird huh? if i like one author i'll try my best to collect each every books that he writes. my addiction to caffeine *not from coke* pure caffeine from coffee starts the first day i went to school when i was 7. my mom drink nescafe and every morning since i have to wake up at 5 am and went to school by 6am my mom gave me nescafe.i rarely spend time with mom because i am just not the type who shares things and tell story to my mom. so every morning session drink coffee is where a moment my mom and i can sit together and drink coffee. it's not the caffeine that makes me addicted to it although i have been known to throw tantrum if i don't have coffee :p drinking coffee is more like a reminiscence to my memory. drinking coffee in a hurry is not enjoyable.you need to inhale the smell and embrace the bitter taste. ooh i like my coffee to be bitter.i hate sweet coffee. i like my coffee dark and bold. my another addiction is to drama. well there is a factor of cute actors but you see if you watch a jdrama which is more illogical because it is impossible something like that happen but it is inspiring. you see jdrama is more episodic with each episode ha a clear purpose. jdrama is supposed to make you realised that life can offer so much more if you realised what around you.it makes you to think twice of things around you. kdrama is more like a never ending love story. it's a bit of grown up. believing that out there somewhere somehow even if he is a mean guy outside* which mean he is lonely and has a very sad story behind it which i don't really believe.a mean guy is just a mean guy* love can happens.hahahhaa.fairytale dumb story but entertaining to watch simple because the guy is more gorgeous. so there my addiction

my orgasmic roomate

i actually promised my housemate that i am going to write about them.so i'm going to start telling you about a girl who has the same major as me,as wacky as me,perverter than me and has a more distorted mind than me. she is nabilah fatin abdul rahim. she went to florida with me,she went to chicago twice with me and we are probably going back on the same plane to msia this summer. i start knowing her on the first day of ess. i never knew i that i am going to be close with her. she exudes the aura of innoncent but god knows behind that is a devilish mind. i live in her room for half year,sleep together and went dinner.so imagine how close i am to her.

the second most important role in my house is sonic aka anis but heck i never call her anis except to make fun.according to mud she is the pervertest of all of us which is pretty funny because she isn't that perverted.perhaps the boys were fool but *ahem* the name that cannot be spoken.hahhaha.well anyway she's wacky too. it is insane that anyone living in my house is indeed insane. she partnered with me to kick nabilah ass. she is our driver to go to shopping and such stuff. she also collects all sorts of stuff.her desk is full with souvenirs. sonic is klutzy but endearingly cute and so all is forgiven and forgotten.

my unofficial housemate is yasmine. look at her.you can imagine she's saying to me," ooh jurai you're writing about me?" yup that is yasmine.she always come around eating cereal and trying to make us healty and be a vegetarian.yasmine is full with spirit and always on the go. now she never gave up on people.always trying to make people wake up early and said "you guys sleeps so much" .yasmine has her own style which is funny especially when she starts laughing at her own joke or thing that she do.she try to tease people but it is so cheesy that makes you rolls your eyes and said" yasmine".when it comes to yasmine it's like everyone goes, that yasmine... ooh and remember her name is yasmine with an e!

the last but not the least is the fantastical duo of my house.seri and weda. you cannot said their name without saying the other one. you see they go back to malaysia every single holiday.they will be graduating this summer.when everybody is out i can always count on them to keep me company unless there is sale. you see they love shopping so much. 90% of the shoes in the house belong to them. but the best thing about their habit is you can borrow their stuff and you can always count on them on giving the best advice on clothers.yes they are superb.not to mention their culinary skill is expert level. and there you go my official and not official roomates

our sense of identity

as i was sitting in furman halls listening to mr teloh(he's a yankee so we can call him mr teloh) sleepy because i didn't get enought dose of caffein this morning something that he say caught my attention. he was saying how geography,culture and the neighbourhood we live give us a sense of identity. you see lately i was thinking about my identity problem but before this i didn't know this is called empty self which means the meaning of existentence. now i may not be so sure why i exist for but before i can answer my reason of existence i need to ask first who am i? There is a set of identity that i inherit but do i really integrate this set of identity that i inherit? I am first and always a muslim which i am very proud to be. Although i am not religiously follows everything but in a sense yes i am a practising muslim and there is a set of boundary and identity that comes with it. The second i most identify is i am a malay. But i can't figure out what sense am i malay? Am i malay only because my parents have malay inheritance? or because i am malay because i have olive skin? Do i inherit the tradition and really practise it? I don't believe in the concept of extended family and i despise my extended family. Malay as i know identified themselves with family heritage.In my search to become modern i disassociate myself from the tradition,from the traditional role. I refused to be generalised. I refused to accept family history and i refused to acknowledge the stories of my ancestors even though it is painted with colorful color with interesting stories and fact.I refused to believe each time my father told me something about my ancestors. I want to be like other people but at the same time i am losing my inherit identity. I didn't realised that by being a throughly set of modernist i lost all of this. You see my father is the type that loves researching about ancestral root. He goes all over malaysia trying to find lost relative and sometimes along the way he found really interesting story. Sometimes like a fable story you might think.It is a legend but nonetheless you regard it with humor. My father try drumming into my head to remind of me that you cannot run from your past and you have to tell your future generation about the ancestor.If you ask people nowdays how many can tell you exactly where they come from. I can recall the story of my great2 grandfather 7 generation back not because i want to but because my father has been telling this since i was little. Now i have 2 choice: to forget and pretend to my future generation that i don't know anything or i can tell them and they can regard me as a fantastic story teller as i regard my father but they know who they are. This is no simple choice because the choice i make affected their life. I am glad that my father makes the later choice because then i can make choice to accept where i come from and make peace with it or forever ignore about it. I am not sure if i am the only one who is stressing the fact about my malay identity but i feel lost if i don't know anything about it. To grow up believing that being a malay is a shame because malay is identified with lazy,stupid,people who dwelled on the past and much more negative thinking. It is hard for me to finally accept me as a malay and be proud of it. To be modernist is to forsaken our tradition. Are really striving to become a modern society that practise negative rights? negative rights is as long as you don't interfere with me,i am fine with you provided you don't dangers me. Do we really want to be a set of individualist? To be unsatisfied with our life? To not have a sense of we are? Only a few people who can lives with themselves and be satisfied with what they have become? But what about the rest of us who don't have enough strength to create a nestling that is haven enough to be satisfied with what we are? What have we become?

Mélange à Trois

"Pay attention, Heather," I said aloud. "He lied to you because it was convenient and amusing. He wanted you to feel disoriented and small-minded, to mistrust your own senses. And it nearly worked. He almost had you convinced that black was white."
I really made the most of my melodramatic crystalline epiphany, all the more because it was a sham, a bit of home theater. I had known on some level from the start, of course, that he'd taken the damn thing, just as I had sensed, from the moment I saw it, that this grinder wasn't mine.
And my entire frenzied search — Look what you made me do to myself — also had been a kind of acting out, a pretense of taking him at his word, an attempt to pin someone down whose very appeal to me originally had been his refusal to be defined.
And yet this was a boyfriend who made fantastic vegetarian dinners, told me I was beautiful, really got my sense of humor, lavished attention on my cats and bought me funky green rubber boots that actually fit. A boyfriend I seldom thanked for his everyday kindness, so invested was I in my sense of being rooked. And though he had said it for the wrong reasons, it was entirely possible I had no idea what really mattered.

Every Saturday morning I will wake up excitedly and thinking if my favorite column is changed. My favorite column in the whole times.com is modern love. You see it is not the fictional romance that you paid 8 buck to read a love story that never exist and only imaginary and far superior than this world. It is true story that people goes through. It doesn't exactly end in happy ending. Sometimes people divorce and that is a fact. The writer feels empty and lost but at the end she found that is a salvation. Maybe it wasn't just meant to be. It tells us to be accepting. Last week it's about a mother that kill herself on her daughter 16th birthday her daughter write from her perspective what happens after that and that she always realized that her mother wasn't the typical person. She didn't accept the fact that her mother kill herself and for that she never celebrates her birthday but as time goes by she finally understood what drove her mother to that brink. And on her 50th birthday or close her granddaughter was born and looks exactly like her dead mother and feels that is was somehow reincarnation. Well anyway that is not point today. Valentine is approaching and even though I am not celebrating it because I think it is silly doesn't mean I am not affected by it. This morning I read this article title mélange' a trois which means a small collection or like a small garden or small zoo you get what I mean right .I was trying to find a description about when a person loves you this is how exactly he should make you feel. It is not his messiness, the thing that he does that drives you nuts or why he can't call or why he is late. If he makes us feel beautiful and kind toward us and somehow makes us realized that life is not zero entropy. Even the second thermodynamics law states entropy must be greater than zero or the process is not possible. Life is not meant to be control and rigid. Lie is wrong but in certain cases where the other person might burst into anger unnecessarily why don't we spare them by lying? Everyone would say that I rather know the truth but I don't think we are all built to accept a frank truth. If we accepted truth as plain and ugly as it was don't you think life is rather depressing? If we can accept truth then why the little thing calls confidence is important? Confidence is a little white lie that we told to ourselves each day. We told ourselves that life is going to be better, that I am beautiful, that people don't know what are they missing and it is okay to be me. Plain truth somebody out there might don't like us, that some people don't think we are beautiful and life is not getting better. If truth is said out in the open like this I'm sure the rate of suicide is climbing like rocket. What I meant to say is be thankful for someone who treats us kind. Sometimes that person maybe doesn't help with our life but we have to remember for all the fun that we have together you have to forgive them. If you are mad every time at someone who doesn't help you each time life is rather tiring isn't it?

Friday night can be so melancholy

Falling in love as I have been told and read is like a never ending spiral that seems to goes out of proportion. It blew out your life. The wind has never felt the same, the green grass seems more delicious and the sun shone brighter. It feels like an eternity and the time that you spend is count like infinity. Mathematics cannot describe it and the equation fails. A person who is in love makes the worst and the best decision. I don't know if that is the truth but on this Friday night I seem to feel a little bit lonely. I have no one to spend my Friday night with although that isn't much a big deal. A part of growing up is to learn to be lonely. I remember how excited I will on each Friday night because then at precisely pm my sisters would call and said they will be arriving in Malacca at precisely at 10.15pm. I'm happy and excited but I never show it. I feel happy because for 1 day and a half I would feel like I have a sister. I hate when they went back to kl at 3pm on Sunday. It seems that gray week that dawned is back again and I will have to wait again for Friday night. This happens 9 years and you might think everyone will get used to it but I never did. I hate when somebody leaves me but in my sister case I don't have a choice but I do have a choice with other people. I realized it is not fair but I think that I deserved that to do to other people. My ethics professor told me that today people used more I feel that I think. I'm used to write I feel rather than I think but my Prof's opinion is when people used the word feel it means they aren't thinking with their rationale mind but more with feeling. To used the word feel is to show that you aren't sure with you opinion and people today cares too much what other people might be thinking to state an opinion and that is a shame. Back to what I was writing right now in us Friday night is lonely. None of my friend is in and I realized that they have lives not like they don't invite me to go out. But I never feel I want to go out. My ideal things to do is more likely read a book while drinking something that is sweet or bitter hot or maybe cold .While listening to my favorite music piece. That too may seem dull and the last resort anyone would do. But to me that is the most perfect things to do. I do love socializing but to go out without a purposed is just useless to me. What can a bored person would do to entertain me? If he is bored with himself than I would certainly be bored with him. That just seems logic to me.

wah what is this? i didn't know picasa can do this.i already dl picasa for more than a year by recommendations from david pogue.if you read times.com you know who he is.he's the tech guy.very funny.anyway the boy below is my muse for the moment. he is akanishi jin from kat-tun or news i think.one of the johnny boy. he's cute i think.delicious lips too. so by reading this you must know i like japanese boys and watched a lot of drama already. i can go on and on raving about them but them is personal interest.yes they look like girls but then they are cute and somehow someway i just prefer cute boys/guys. but it doesn't mean i have paedophile traits of any sorts.mind you paedophile definition is very different. a liking for cute guys does not categorized me or anyone in the paedophile group. paedophile by definition from levay and valente "human sexuality " is anyone who likes child that are younger by 10 years and felt sexual attraction toward them. a child is below 16. so if a guy is 17 and likes a girl 13 years olld,he is not a paedophile because the gap is only 4 years.but if the guy kept maintaining like 13 years old girl as he grow up then he is a paedophile. so enough about paraphiliac syndrome. ja ne!

a start

just like any other blogger that start,well this is my first blog.i decided to give it a try.i mean i don't know what other people were thinking when they starting to create a blog.i am not sure if someone read it or anything.beside this is just a place where i will ramble whatever i want to. why do i have those privilege? because it is my blog.sound snobbish? well i don't mind anyway. now i always think setting up a few rules is good because without rules life is chaotic.
so here is my basic rules:

i detest people who use english slang such as," u know wut i mean " or the usage of capital and small letter recklessly " i h@ve No iDeA whAt yOu mEan" . we all learn from the first day in school capital letter is only used for places,specific object, name and the beginning of each sentences.

i think there are too many habit of polluting the english language. and really if you are going to write in malay+ english and called manglish,that too is not allowed.use a proper malay and i'll accept bahasa melayu pasar equally*i'm not that particular*. speaking and writing incorrectly will not improve the mastery for the language.

p/s: you are not black to use their slang. it's ghetto okay?