As I browsed through my blog I realized that I was inspired to fight my increasingly slow and cumbersome internet connection, friendster’s refusal to allow me to post anything up unless I sign into my long abandoned friendster account, my lack of faith in my writing skills, and my opinion that next to nobody is going to read these postings in my very well hidden and top secret black and white blog. Inspired by what? Take a look at the last 3 most recent posts… =/

on a lighter note,

The reason why i’m still using this obsolete friendster blog despite the fact that all my other happening friends are using mainly using blogspot is not that I’m trying to make it hard for you avid blog readers

It IS BECAUSE..

Yeah I’m basically making it hard for avid blog readers. Hah! =P

. Wakakaka. Its BRILLIANT

Put ur blog in friendster N NOBODY will wonder into your blog except people who are really really into you and your prattling. (and maybe some random ppl who are bored and still using friendster)

Now if I were to privatize my blog eg : make it unaccessible to the masses, I would probably be able to write a lot more PRIVATE things. Hence create my very own digital diary. However, the blog would lose its purpose as a means of showing of my ideas, my opinions, my happy moments and my unhappy moments and as a way for me to interact with people out there who for whatever reason are actually interested in what I say/write.

Furthermore as all my friends should know by now, This band 6 student Doesn’t like writing at all. But I still dream of a day where i’ll suddenly discover this hidden talent in writing in Me and become the first Malaysian girl to win a Pulitzer prize. *giggles*

Therefore, it is imperative that I learn to express myself via these wordy compositions, and hopefully one fine day I’ll find out that I DO Like writing after all.

your truly

*Lambykins*

Today, two out of the ordinary things took place in school. the first was a large circle of people in the tennis court  heads bowed,praying, holding hands, seemingly oblivious to the time or the fact that the school assembly had already started and ended.  The second, a very large group of students comprising of mostly prefects and various student leaders, leaving the school in droves in broad daylight despite not having permission to do so.

The sudden berevement of Tevindiran Subramaniam left his friends and schoolmates devastated at their lost.

” How could he be dead?” we thought,

” He who was so alive.”  “Are you Sure??”

Nobody wanted to believe it. After all, it Didn’t make sense? These things don’t happen to us.! We only read about them in the papers.!!

It took some time for the realization to sink in. The realization that a great guy  had just been involved in a bus accident and had battled it out in the hospital and died.  The full impact of the news hit us right in our chests and in our stomachs. That dull achy feeling, the sense of lost and disbelief , the thought that we’d never see or hear him again.

You know that song? “never too late” by three days grace?

sad to say, This time, it Was too late. Too late to say goodbye and to tell him how much he was loved, appreciated and liked. How awesome it was that his smile was practically permanently on his face and how his antics and his ability to make fun spiced up our days.

At this point, the only thing that we can do for him is to keep his soul and his family in prayer. It’s the best and only thing we can do. So If You believe that God answers prayers, please pray for him and his family right now. I really wish i knew that he really Is in a better place..

Let us not ever take life for granted. Never take the people around us for granted. Don’t ever go to bed angry at someone. YOu might not see them again tomorrow. Don’t forget to say “i love you” to the people you care about. Embrace , make merry and be fulfilled.

There are a thousand lessons to be learned from death . Tevindiran’s passing has indeed helped to teach us some of those lessons. I believe that alot of us will never be quite the same as we were before yesterday.

Let us live on  , more loving and more appreciative,irrevocably affected by him. In this aspect, it is not too late. It is , in tHIS way that we can truly “keep him living on in our hearts”.

Tevindiran will be truly missed. No one can replace Anyone’s place in this world.

to all my friends, every single one of them : i truly truly appreciate your presence in my life. thank you so much for everything

ps: the Last time i saw Tevin was during the weekend at School during our prefect’s Ltc. He was teaching me how to pole dance with a volleyball net pole in the assembly ground. .

IT IS THE Sad story of the year. Right up there with Michael jacksOn’s untimely death, THIS death is As untimely and As unexpected and bizarre. No scratch that, it’s MORE bizarre. At least MJ wasn’t 22 years old and He didn’t call his parents for help as he was dying. And let’s face it, Mj was pretty old anyway. He would have passed on sooner or later. Yes I know that That rule applies to everyone but the Point is, This guy, Keat Lee son of DATUk I forgot his name died in a FREAK accident and the freakish thing is it could have happened to anyone of us. (eerie music plays softly)

The thing that struck me was that the poor guy was on the balcony for pretty long judging from his frantic shouts for help. Couldn’t somebody have done something? There must have been something someone could do for him. This are My of the head random ideas.

1. throwing a rope down from an above balcony./ side balcony

2. Throwing a rope made of clothes /bedsheets/blankets/ ANYTHING (if no rope at hand)

3. Throwing Lots of wet bed sheets and wet Things over.

4. rush around to alert all the other residents and gather all mattresses available to get him to jump down.

6. throw him a magic carpet (hah very very unrealistic)

That’s it. That’s all I can think of besides the usual things like alerting the BOMBA.

Instead , all these people who knew he was in trouble basically did nothing but let a guy roast to his death. I know I know, how would I know, I wasn’t there. I wasn’t In the situation. But that isn’t going to stop me from commenting my heart out! . so there!

Applause to Ms Venus hew for her incredibly acute journalist instincts that drove her to record the v“unnoticeable’ smoke spewing out from the 32^nd th floor of the mont kiara building. Thanks to her , anyone with an internet connection at hand can watch the ‘oh my goodness’ video of the fire on www.thestar.online.tv.may i comment that she is probably an ideal journalist with the proper amount of callousness and unfeelingness required in That industry,?

Now I was thinking (yes I WAS THINKING) Deeply. It didn’t require much time for me to decide that on the whole, I’d rather not die as a slowly smoked, roasted fillet ofJian Ai over medium fire. In comparison, option B sounds better ..which would be. *Die quickly with broken bones broken everything *

And literally, this would be… a broken man/ women.

After watching the video, it looked to me that the apartment units at mont kiara have balconies situated rather close to one another. It LOOks possible from MY Point of view for him to maneuver his way and scramble into safety in either of the nearby balconies. Perhaps he was deterred by the overwhelmingly far Land of Below.Still , Like I said, at that point, anything would probably have seemed a better option than remaining there at that balcony. ..

The moral of this sad story is never take too many anti-depressants and sleeping pills. Oopss. Wrong moral.

The moral of THIS story is, life is fragile n How and when we die is really so out of our control. Therefore we need to live for the moment. n ALSO.

Never live in a high rise apartment building without keeping a long rope just in case u ever need to escape from the balcony.

Would u believe it? a monster sighting!. I was pleasantly intrigued when i saw the headlines in The Star Newspaper yesterday. (On the Front page mind you).

according to the papers There has been various reports by KL residents of sightings of a twelve foot monster in town recently . this Big guy is apparently one of them big friendly giants with the usual monster like average monster-like features such as multiple heads and larger than life size.

now IF i was a monster, what would i Do?? i’d consider it my duty to scare mean people daily on the pretext of promoting my cause.

to SCARE to all corrupted politicky ridiculously idealistic obsolete hypocritic individuals.

(oops im OFF TOPic)

back to my original story.

scientifically speaking, a monster is an organism that is grossly against the norms of an ecosystem. Now IF the monster sighted in KL was really a True monster, its only reasonable there to be OTHERS isn’t it?, or how else would it have come into existence in the first place>?

i don’t think even monsters can just spring out of thin air into existence.

hence, i guess i can make a conclusion that there’s more than one of these interesting beingss in malaysia. in fact, maybe there’s a whole TRIBE of them dwelling in some forgotten deserted place in kl.

now if i only knew where…

here’s an interesting extract on the “Goddess of Envy” according to pagan roman beliefs.

in a filthy slimy shack where Invidia (Envy) dwelt deep in a dreary dale, a gruesome sunless hovel, filled with frost, heart-numbing frost, its stagnant air unstirred by any breeze, for ever lacking warmth of cheerful fire, for ever wrapped in gloom. . Her cheeks are sallow, her whole body shrunk, her eyes askew and squinting; black decay befouls her teeth, her bosom’s green with bile, and venom coats her tongue.

now THAT’S “a green Eyed MOnster” *pun intended*

hehe. only there’s no mention of green eyes here. just the green boobs. i mean green bile. =)