[ridiculously refreshing]

I have vowed to myself never to read Utusan Malaysia Online or the broadsheet again. This is just a personal view but I find their editorial and the political news presented are biased, lopsided , toady and a straight bootlick. I prefer my news to be neutral and not just opinion/ideology/propaganda from one side to be presented. I prefer to sculpt my own opinion on a matter and not for it to be shoved down my throat which is downright insulting. Hence I do not foresee myself visiting Utusan Online at at the time being. But a friend of mine gave me a link to an article from Utusan, although at first I was reluctant to open the link but he persuaded me into reading it.

The article was written by Dr. Asri, Mufti for Perlis. Have a read.

Agama Bukan Mengkhayalkan Orang Miskin

On another note, this house is located close to the Essendon Airport, which is a business and private airport, not to be confused with the Melbourne International Airport which is also not far off. Accordingly, since it's a private airport, from my bedroom window (which at the moment is partially blocked by t-shirts hanging from the curtain rail to dry. We don't have a dryer, enough said) I can see all the fancy schmancy private jets and helicopters passing by. Nice.

I didn't notice this on my own (who would?) but my physio pointed out to me that I'm walking with a gait, putting too much weight on my right leg. As a result my running style is also affected which means I can't run as fast as before I broke my leg(not that I'm any fast, I can probably beat a dining table). But that can be fixed, I just need to lose some more weight, correct my posture and decrease the amount of strenuous exercise. Meh.

[the cane from citizen kane]

When you have classes, your ability to procrastinate is enhanced tenfold by procrastigaming (the act of playing games when you should be doing something else), procrastisporting (the act of playing sports when you should be doing something else), procrastiouting (the act of going out when you should be doing something else), procrastisleeping (you should get my meaning by now) and other actions that begins with procrasti-.

However when you finally have a break from uni, all you ever did was to wake up at the crack of noon, eat, getting bored shitless and the vicious cycle continues. When uni starts again, you wonder what have you done with your holiday and realised it's been wasted.

Hence I decided not to waste my winter break this year by doing meaningful activities such as; explore the rarely trodden suburbs around Brunswick (been as far as Essendon), increase my fitness level (~8km in 30 minutes now, not bad for someone with a spare tyre), finish as many books as possible (finished The Great Gatsby last night), and to actually comb/groom/rake/ransack my hair to be more presentable so that I will not get any more strange stares from old ladies and shopping mall security guards (more people are smiling back when I shaved again after a no razor policy for 2 months). Well on my way.

I remembered sometime somewhere in my childhood my mother telling me that Citizen Kane (1941) is the greatest movie of all time. It's always in the back of my mind to one day see it but one thing leads to another and never got the chance to see it proper. Got a copy of it a few days ago and sat through 2 hours of pure black and white magic. Now I understood what the fuss is all about.

[we need more cowbell]

Having finished my paper and the semester, I will thus shut down my brain to save energy. As a result of this grotesque and perhaps outlandish move, my speech and writing will be slurred and incomprehensible. I dkn't rkink fo, mower gihful.

One of my aim for this pretty packed winter break, I will be trying to use the term 'k-space' in my everyday speech.

"Have you seen my jacket?"

"Oh, it's in k-space."

Meh

[Who are you? How did you get into my house?]

Have you read (or watched) The Talented Mr Ripley? If so, you'll know what I'm talking about.I have been guilty of being Tom Ripley. I've been lying and conniving right, left and centre. Of what I have been guilty of, I'm not going to mention here. You'll just have to dig deeper. Although I didn't kill anyone.....yet. Having a mind like a leaking water bucket doesn't really help. It's there a minute, wait for 5 minutes, it's all gone.

It is easy to regret our embarrassing conversation, but hard to regret the ones you didn't have.

You should be laughing now. Yes, you should.

[bye bye self respect]

I've said this before but I shall say it again (I secretly indulge in the pleasure of making myself redundant), when the going gets tough, the tough goes shopping!

I need to save me from myself

[good morning yesterday]

As I was heading into the exam hall this afternoon, I was stopped by a security guard at the door, "Wait,wait. Are you a student?" in his thick Indian accent. I just gave him a WTF! look and went inside. Just because I didn't shave for nearly 2 months and I have this undergrowth on my face doesn't make me Richard Reid.

I was riding back home from my Economics exam along Royal Parade while listening to Eagles - Tequila Sunrise. Pedalling slowly while playing air guitar in my head I didn't realise that I was riding straight into a parked car. Using the Hamiltonian equation from Classical Mechanics, I managed to evade the car but unfortunately I couldn't think of any suitable Lagrange polynomials to avoid the roadside kerb. "Macam nangka daa" as said by a gangster from Kg. Dusun. The first thing that came to my head was not whether I had broken my ribs, swallowed a leaf, a few cuts here and there, my sore knee nor suffered permanent brain damage. No. Far from the truth. The utmost concern for me at that time was my calculator as it had fell out of my pocket. "Aduh! Kalkelater!"

nerd

[memory on loop]

I've got a paper(Astrophysics & Optics III) this morning and I can't sleep last night. Typical. Before a 'big' event, usually i can get an eye shut. Probably because of too much adrenaline in the bloodstream. Or maybe because I am scared shitless. The latter explanation is better I think. The last time I couldn't sleep is the night before a rugby game, in fact the first game of the season.

I've got the shakes, need something to calm my jangled nerves. Enter cigarette!

I kid, I kid. I don't smoke cigarette, I only smoke weed.

I kid again, I kid.

I've got a fever, the only prescription is more cowbell.

[the margarine of evil]

I've always wondered what would happen if I sprained my left ankle, which has a history of being broken. I wondered whether the metal plate would then stick out, or the 2 inch screw would get bent, or the fibula would be broken again. Well, my questions are answered today.

I sprained my ankle today playing soccer. To drive home a point, I've been playing rugby for nearly half a year and I did NOT sprain my ankle (yet). I would like to make myself redundant by saying this again, NEVER once did I sprained my ankle while playing rugby this year (yet). Today I played football (apologies for referring to football as soccer earlier, been reading too much The Age), a sport much lauded by those around me as being a much, much safer alternative to rugby. Fair enough, I sprained my ankle after about half an hour. I wish not to explicitly state what point am I trying to make by putting forth this argument but I do believe you can make the required assumptions.

By the way, the metal plate did not stick out, the screw did not bend, I didn't broke my ankle again. But it still hurts like hell. SAKIT LAH! Especially at the bottom end of the metal. To allay any fears, if the pain did not go away in the next day or two I will seek medical advice.

Speaking of sprained ankle, here's a little yarn back when I was in Kuala Terengganu.

We were playing against SMJK Chung Hwa in basketball. The competition under the ring was furious, I was fighting for a good position to get a rebound. I got the rebound but landed badly and sure enough, sprained my left ankle. Could not continue the game and had to be contented by watching the game from the sidelines. Can't remember if we won or lost.

Within a few hours, the ankle was swollen like a pregnant jackfruit. Later that night, one of the warden, Cikgu Jamil to be specific, took me to a tukang urut. His son was a former student of Cikgu Jamil. When we got there, he gave me some water to drink which he had read a few ayat from the Al Quran into. Then he set down to work. He took my ankle in his hand, he asked me a few questions how I sprained it. When I was replying to his questions, he nonchalantly shoved and pulled my ankle with lightning pace. Keep in mind I was under a lot of pain and this man was bending and flexing my foot as if it is made of Play-Doh. I was sitting there with my mouth agape, not quite sure whether due to amazement or the tormenting pain, transfixed for about a full minute. Thoughts of me kicking him due to the pain did cross my mind a few times during the ordeal, but I'm still not sure to this day why I did not follow through. When he was finished, he slathered my ankle with some oil and something made out of dried plants and herbs, then wrapped it. Embarrassingly, nearly passed out and had to be helped to the car. I then hurled my dinner (read: projectile vomiting) at the bush near the car. Got back to the dorm and slept like a log.

End of story, let's go to sleep.

[teman setia anda]

I've got enough M&M's in my drawer to last for a semester. It will be gone in the next 2 hours though.

[nobody likes Mondays]

It's only the 2nd day of winter and already Melbourne is shrouded in mist. The fog occurred every year, but for me this year is the worst so far. The last 2 years I've been living near the city so the murkiness is much less pronounced. This year I'm living in Brunswick, a suburb and the haze is very thick. Visibility is reduced to maybe about 10 metres.

I went out for a while on my bike to cure my boredom. Riding for about 50 metres and my face is already wet, cursing myself for not wearing my glove and for thinking that it will be a good idea to ride a bike in this weather.

When I first stepped out of the house, I felt a chill on my spine. This would be a great night for a serial killer on the loose. Jack the Ripper must have really loved this kind of weather.

I've been using the bike path everyday but tonight the path looks menacing. A if a tiger is hiding in the bushes waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting idiot. Feeling a shiver, due to the cold and the thought I chose to ride on the main road. I then got bored and grumpy from being wet and cold.

This post has no structure whatsoever for I had just taken oxycodone. Look it up. Why? Recreation. (I'm in deep trouble eh?)

p/s: Looking back after that last paragraph -if it can be called a paragraph- is it really foggy out there or is it just me?