thought you'd like to elaborate on your blog perhaps ;)
msKawada:The culprits (Eyzva Ezhar and Mohd Azmir) have pleaded guilty, hence there is no reason for the prosecution to pursue the case.”
motherfuckers need to be torn to shreds
msKawada:these mofos are such a disgrace to what islam should stand for
XYZ:i was just reflecting on your 'letting a pig go wild in a mosque'
and doubt you'd be let off with such a petty sentence
msKawada:if i grab a pig's head and display demostrations in front of a mosque, mampos lah i
bottomline hor, there is no difference between a temple and a mosque. there should be a stronger judgement on these chibais. ultimately these light sentences will give a msg to the more bogan muslims that showing disrespect is ok
XYZ:write it in your blog!
cmon, make it spicehhhhhh
12:55 PM i want some controversy
msKawada:hahaha I'm coming home soon ok. i might get arrested at the airport
soon as in september right?
msKawada:end of sept
XYZ:aiyah, ur blog won't get famous by then lah
don't worry :P
msKawada:i may also write that Islamism runs on a similar line to communism
XYZ:hahaha, do whatever you like
but don't make it sound too emotional lah
XYZ:oh, there's this really good article you should read
Yes you’ve read it right. Inflamed pimples disappear after you soak it with vinegar*. For effective remedial therapy, use the entire bottle (preferably not homebrand junk) and drizzle all over the combat zone lovingly as if you drizzle balsamic dressing on your rockets. For the more budget conscious consumers, dab a little vinegar onto a cotton pad or a pad of wool and lightly dap the damp patch onto your pimples.
“The five cells are silky-white within, and are filled with a mass of firm, cream-coloured pulp, containing about three seeds each. This pulp is the edible part, and its consistence and flavour are indescribable. A rich custard highly flavoured with almonds gives the best general idea of it, but there are occasional wafts of flavour that call to mind cream-cheese, onion-sauce, sherry-wine, and other incongruous dishes. Then there is a rich glutinous smoothness in the pulp which nothing else possesses, but which adds to its delicacy. It is neither acid nor sweet nor juicy; yet it wants neither of these qualities, for it is in itself perfect. It produces no nausea or other bad effect, and the more you eat of it the less you feel inclined to stop. In fact, to eat Durians is a new sensation worth a voyage to the East to experience. … as producing a food of the most exquisite flavour it is unsurpassed.”—
On another note, lately I feel like I lack of ambition. I used to have a killer confidence. During high school and my early tertiary years, I was very proactive and involved. Alas now I couldn’t care less, even if the sky come crashing down and threaten to maim all humanity I’d rather just crawl up into my own space and Ignore. I would rather live in my dreamland than to face what is. My dreams are so much bearable than reality. I am, possibly standing at the precipice of doom and personal damnation. Weeks ago, the ‘7 Deadly Sins’ series were playing on the History Channel in the early hours of morning. It was an episode on Sloth. According to ancient learned christian scholars, laziness is a sin because it hinders productivity and greatness. Back in the days if a knave got lazy and took a siesta on a shaded knoll, his pigs will die and no food for family and we have a famine crisis. Never understood why sloth was a sin till I watched the show. It was fucking scary (it was also 2am at that time and I was maybe delirious from lack of sleep). As clear as my urine, I am no bloody jesus lover but I understand that my sloth-ism may be my cancer.
When I was in Saigon, I met a 80+ american who was an ex anesthesiologist during my tour of the ChuChi tunnels. He has like 9 kids and 3/4 of them are in the health occupation working as professionals. Wise man he is, I remembered him telling me that young folks have a window of opportunity between the years of 17 - 25. If they seize it, great things will come i.e. having an awesome career like his brain surgeon son. Our memories work in bizarre ways, for all we know the old man must have been ranting away at the back of the bus, but for now his words seems encouraging enough.
My window of opportunity is still open. Not very wide, as it is closing in less than 2 years time. Will my ambition return to me? The fact that I’ve started to put this issue down in words, may mark its arrival. (or maybe it is my inner jealousy from knowing friends who are working in stimulating environments and paying taxes contributing to society everyday)
The concern of my lack of ambition is more sinister in nature. I will not share this aloud, merely typing it out for me to see my chain of thoughts. Ambition, aspiration, desire, antithesis of laziness. Wherever you are, return because I need you right now.