Kultur und Erfolg,

Culture and Success.

People believe Secularism is key to success.Work - Culture - Religion = Success.

Well, since we are in the mood of proving people wrong, and talking bad about people, why not explain this theory i have come up with.

What is Malaysian culture? For me, it is, wearing slippers, wearing kain pelikat, eating [2], shaking hands, saying Selaaamat PAaaagi Cikgu and other things. But mainly the slipper thing. For me, Malaysians are synonymous with wearing slippers. The hot climate almost forbids the use of shoes, so slippers become our saviour.

Anyway, as you all know, at most places of study, slippers are not allowed. I get thefact that slippers arent  allowed in labs, and in Bengkels, but classes, lectures, for me, should be a place where slippers strive. When i wear slippers to school, the Pak Gad sepantas kilat calls me, gives me a piece of paper, and writes down a whole ot of useless shit (in my opinion)

The sexy chinese get in, with ease. The even sexier malays get in, but at a price. The Pak Gad's eyes practically pierce their really tight shirts, and eventually their breasts, mujur tak berdarah. The sexy indians get in too. I guess its sort of 1Malaysia-ish when it comes to sexy girls.

But when i, wearing the national Footwear, the slippers, i punya la kena tahan. punya la kena kutuk.
 "ha belajar mana ni dik, ha? ke tak belajar?"

I do not have ugly feet. My feet do not stink either (except when im wearing shoes). Its sort of an identity. Malaysians, slippers. Sort of like the Japanese, their bows (and Slipper + Socks combo).

Are slippers that ugly? Are slippers degrading? I get the Selipar Jamban thing, those slippers which are meant to be worn in the toilet, but ordinary slippers too? Come on. If something as unpatriotic as a sexy dress [1], can be worn to College, why not the National Footwear? Slippers?

citation
 [1] -  (its unpatriotic because keSOPANan dan kesusilaan is a rukun negara).
 [2] - roti canai, kuetiaou, the 'food' food, not the 'bak kut teh' food, as in food which comes from a specific culture but is enjoyed by all ethnicities

melayan jiwa beb

so semalam i went back home to the arms or my mum. we hugged and kissed like we havent met for a long time. as usual, she would ask me, "tak ada baju kotor ke".
i have a problem, with saying no. so i said yes. "yes ma ada, tu ha baju kotor"

anyway, tadi i went to the surau, and before the taraweh prayers was a short ceramah. unlike the slow talking, calm ceramahers, he was SCreaming. wait. SCREAMING. my shift cacat.

anyway. he said "mak kalau sayang anak dia merepak kat anak dia"
in kelantan i think they would say "kalu mok yo caro ko anok yo yo ngepek'

in english, or my sort of english, i understood it to be
"if a mother cares about his son, she will nag @ repek the crap out of her kid"

anyway, seeing that my mum, never, or very very rarely, or extremely, or äusserst selten merepek at or to me, i feel that i was insulted. i know it was just a slur, like he was just trying to make his ceramah sedap, and he already said 'maaf jika saya terkasa bahasa', but i'm just saying, that theres a situation where the mother does not nag the crap out of this son

theres a situation where the mother just hugs his son, hoping for the best, theres a situation where the mum just prays for his son, for his studies and his life. theres a situation where the mum looks to be doing nothing verbally, but does alot in other ways. and im not saying my mum is the best mum in the world or anything (it doesnt need to be said because its quite obvious)

anyway encik penceramah, i think that my mum is the best. your mum and my mum should meet, then lumba lari or whatever. then we see la. haha. id love to see your mum belanja my mum a paket or carton of Mamee Sllrrrp. My mum tadehal punya la beb.. =D

August

since now it is august, which is synonymous with Autumn, i want to share my experiences. my experiences about stepping on leaves, which was my favourite hobby during this season abroad.

my family was fond of going to the park, holland park. it wasnt the biggest park, nor was it the most beautiful, but it was home to many memories. anyway, i remember my brother sister and i walking to the park, where leaves covered the pavement.

we would be like round little cute rabbits, hopping from one leaf to the other, and as you can see from this picture, there were hundreds if not thousands of leaves, which we hopped from. 

it was the most beautiful season for me, even more beautiful than the colourful gardens of summer, and the budding green of spring. it was the season where if you looked to your left or right, and you would see brown. usually brown is related to shit, or najis, but not in this case.

imagine looking to your right, and seeing a beautiful painting. then seeing another. and another. it was like walking in a realm of the most detailed painting gallery ever, one which you still remember even though it was almost a decade ago.i think Autumn is the season god gets to show off his skills at showing just how beautiful a dying thing, or dying leaves can be. it was an unending Art Attack. in every park, and every street.

even the dogs have fun in the season. which is not blistering cold as the winter, nor friggin' hot as the summer. it was the season of moderation. i miss you Autumn. but i miss you more ; ) <3 (gay smiley alert)

Call Your Mum Immediately

In the Remaja stage or part of life, there are moments when you fuck up and just go
"takde orang sayang saya"

then in the Remaja part of life theres also the phase where you go
"kalau saya mati pun takde effect kat muka bumi ni, malah the world would be better"

which is partially true.

And when im sad i usually talk to someone or anyone rather. and that anyone or someone would go
"tipulah, you still have your mum, kan..."

they always say "call la your mum... talk to her"

which is true, one should call their mum when in hardship, because usually, one's mum understands their child, cause, she is the one who brought the child to this earth.

people ask me "how often do you call your mum"

i say.. hardly ever... when i do call her though... it ends up very depressing;.. or even more depressing... it goes like
"hi lot, nak apa? nak duit eh? balik tak? ada apa-apa ke ni?"

sometimes my mum ... or more like all the time or everytime... she doesnt get that... i just want to talk to her... like have a chat... its always money... or my red eyes... or tak cukup makan.... or kereta rosak... or demam... its never

"mami da makan? mami ok tak?"

its never like that... but its all good... im still smiling arent i...

Go Ahead As You Waste Your Days With Thinking

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Im just really tired at atm. Physically tired that is.

Anyway, im just posting to write about the HTC Legend.

It is designed with such genius, and such elegance.
People think that 'touch' phones are those which just require one to press the screen to make it function. But there are two types of screens, one, which you have to use a hard object, like a stylus, and one with heat sense, like the HTC Legend.

This is my latest phone, which i received from my dad as a gift. As a sign of appreciation, i dedicate my post to my dad, and the HTC Legend. Before this i used the SAMSUNG OMNIA, and prior to that, another HTC Touch, and in between the LG KS360.

The Legend itself is an Android phone, with an array of Apps, which are mostly free to choose and download from. I think it is a nicer phone compared to the 'leceh', expensive, overrated, iPhone.

The Omnia requires a stylus, thus it is a touch phone. The Omnia, though really expensive, is no match for the HTCs. Its stylus sucked, and the internet settings really confused me. The HTC Touch is also a nice phone, but again, with confusing internet settings.

The KS360 is simply stylish, and looks really expensive, when it isnt. Its a simple phone, for showoffs, which i am, in truth, and, has a great QWERTYUIOP lol keyboard, which is handy for messaging. I still have this phone, and if you want to buy it from me, you still can. My friends asked me "weh lot brapa ribu ko bli ah?", when in truth it didnt cost nearly as much as a thousand Ringgit. Simply stylish, and fools the ignorant, with its class, and sleek finishing and design.

But atm, nothing beats the HTC Legend. I love this phone, and bring it to bed ever ynight, and make HTC Sense love to it, when my roomate is sound asleep.
As a departure gift, i will post a pic, which i stole off the net, like i did with all the other pics. It is none other than my favourite person at the moment, person, or more like, personality, it would have to be Tinky Winky.

I have drawn another pic of Tinky Winky, who is suffering from an identity crisis, which i will post in the middle or at the end of the week, on my deviantart account, and also here.

I love you Tinky Winky, i really do lolz. Dont call me gay, cause Teletubbies dont have buttholes which i could get a sexual fixation from