How people embrace ideas?

I was keen to discuss this topic due to a series of events that have unfolded. It could be a mere misunderstanding. However, I am not persuasive enough to accept the fact that people are not willing to accept their mistakes and furthermore, dig in further to reemphasize their stand on the issue. If the idea is challenging, be it rational or intellectual, it is highly considerable to accept it. But if there is a lot of emotional sentiments on both sides, I must beg to change the air.

Is it ego that drives human's emotional memory mad? Or is it simply the tough nature of survivability that creates a cloud of emotional and rational air, mixed, intertwined, and undesirably, flawed?

I was merely pointing out the relevance of watching an English game. I was pointing out how bad Man Utd played against Fulham, where I thought they should have played way better. I could also point out, how bad Arsenal play during the first half against Hull City. The point is, the objective of the issue is not about Man Utd solely, but rather, the anthropology of the game itself. Meaning to say, the variables are the teams that are playing, and the constants are the game itself. Take Arsenal as X, and Hull City as Y.

Arsenal plays a weak role in the first half, only picking at the second half with the likes of Samir Nasri pushing the game forward.

X = kY, where K is a constant.

I was merely addressing the 'K' and not the variables. Try read the comments again and again.

One point to note, the use of the word 'always' is an overstatement. If it were to be 'always', it bears a probability of 90%, almost less 10% stating that I fail to do so.

Is there so many occasions where I and Harold missed the gathering? Is there a 90% chance that I miss the gathering?

And is there 90% chance of the gathering conducted on my leave? I dun think so. I can think of several events that was made during my after work, and even so, the gatherings are held occasionally on weekends where everyone is not working.

And there is an irony among the comments. One of them noted that 'its tiring to plan and gets canceled'. Yes I agree. It was almost as tiring as how you cancelled the supposedly board game event that I was anxious to go after work standing almost 8 HOURS serving customers.

Why the over reaction? Why the sudden outburst of emotions? I believe it has come to the tantamounting point where all the truth is laid upon the wasteland. If that is indeed, your perception on me, on how I keep rebuting your ides, then I will not rebute it anymore.

I deem you not fitting enough to withstand a good intellectual conversation, as how you told me you are. The problem is, you cannot see yourself losing. You cannot shrug off that mindset of yours, to accept new ideas and concept. You cannot lose this feeling of always winning. You cannot accept criticism. You cannot argue your way out of situations. You think you are always right.

Well, I got critisized so much, the same person that noted the irony once asked me how could I withstand all of that pressure.

Simply because, I know deep in my heart im not perfect. I was indeed a jerk when I left Shasha clueless to her toes about the relationship. I was indeed the manifestation of idiocry when many of her friends cursed and befouled at me. I could have say fuck off. But I didn't simply because there are truths among the curses.

The problem with people is that, they cannot accept a change. And if they don't start accepting them, including me, we will never be good muslims. I stand affirm, unswayed, by my decision that it was not my fault that caused the occasion to be cancelled. I mentioned, I was ok with anything, I did not want to decide, the last occasion it was me who decided, so I think it is ok to push the decisions to another party.

It was not my fault. The occassion was called off immediately when you mentioned Fana had other plans. At that moment, you were disappointed. I remember saying, it looks like God does not wish for us to meet.

Why must you be so serious in the EPL matches? Do you gain anything worth your life if you support Man Utd? Do you gain wealth? What you gain is a mere happiness generated by electric impulses in our brain. So why must you take the game so seriously? If you are so devoted in it, it is better to devote yourself to things that are more relevant like, Palestine Israel Conflict? Things that carry reality. So again, why so serious in your devotion? Is it, fanaticism?

I am publicly apologising for everything. I seek to understand and engage. That's all. If it were to be like this, I am sorry, I will back out. I view you as the one woman that has the aptitude to engage in philosophy. A lot of women I met, are undeniably, superficial compare to your thoughts of the world, and thus, I have high regards for you, to an extend I invited you to my small quiet Maulidur Rasul at my home with close friends and relatives, an invitation of less than 30 people, for I treat you almost as close as a sister. You are indeed, a replica of me in your philosophical thoughts, and I learnt alot from you. You were there when know one else was. And I will remember this for the rest of my life.

Do know that I do all this because I am your dear friend. Best of luck.

Wasalam.

PS: University application all complete. Now to relax and continue texting. Hehe. :p

the M2M Showdown

It was one of my defining refreshing moments at the brink of embracing total undergraduate life. I swear I feel really good. Connecting to people of my age and intellectual capacity. Having fun just like my old JC days. Meeting new gorgeous friends and heartwarming dudes that spend at least 12hrs together yesterday was truly an event to remember. Not to forget, I met my JC friends there, senior and junior and ML excos alike, all of whom made my heart touched by the fact that their smile and sincerity in coming up to me and say hi goes to show many things- I am not forgotten.

So haha, im waiting for the uploads of pics from NUSMS and SIM MCS and from there I can blog. Damn fun la.

Harold, you're my best buddy.

Kk, kau nak yang gegar ke, tapi dia kafir, basted, perangai macam siak, atau Black Shark Ally kiter yang ade teks Mumbai, tapi dia alim, semua, cumer dia takot nak have sex? (assuming you get to have sex after marriage la dondeng.) Kalau kau tak pilih, kau jadi babi!

:p

PS: gosh im falling head to toes over this girl. :D muke unique kepe..

Unforgettable.. thats what you are...... haha!

And you are too dian. Unforgettable, though near or far..



Too far. :(


just too far..

rock n roll

I love this song. It brings the crowd live and wild. And since I'll be standing for the next 1 n half hour, it'll be a hell of a wild ride! Im gonna jump and scream and sing! Im gonna meditate and bring in the rock n roll spirit. I still remember din told me, "Oasis? tu bukan rock n roll pe."

Sorry you're wrong.

Turn up the sun

I carry a madness
Everywhere I go
Over the border
and back to the snow

So if you see me
and I look right through
You shouldn't take it
as a reflection on you

Come on, turn up the sun
Turn it up for everyone

Love one another
Love one another

The boys in the bubble
They wanna be free
They got so blind
That they cannot see

But I'm not your keeper
I don't have a key
I got a piano
I can't find the 'C'
Come one, turn up the sun
Turn it up for everyone

Love one another
Love one another

Come on, turn up the sun,
Turn it up, for everyone

Love one another,
Love one another.

If I were to go to london..

I'd:

1) Attend a Sufi Hadrah like this one below.



2) Visit Emirates Stadium and cheer on Arsenal.


3) I'd go to the London Railway station and look for platform nine and three quarters.
4) And catch a glimpse of my pretty girl, Emma Charlotte Durrea Watson.

Sweet.

Paga

Look at these bunch of idiots.



Perhaps facial discrepancies do play a very large role in making us laugh.

What makes a Perfect Team

I try to reason without any more doubt that Arsenal is trying hard to make their viewpoint known. They are young. Inexperienced. And to think that they are in one of the most influential leagues in the season. They are moving beyond any level.

That proves something about soccer.

What does it really take to create a perfect team?

Communication? Teamwork? Individual aptness? Aptitude? Determination? Spirit? Capital? Experience? Smart Tactics? Physical endurance?

Man United have the brilliant tactics, aptitude, experience, but lacks the individual spirit of football.

Chealsea have the money, the tactics, the teamwork, but lack in spirit.

Arsenal does not have the money, but have the spirit, determination, youth, great teamwork, but lack in experience and communication.

Manchester City flaunts great financial wealth without any further doubt, but lacks the rest.

So what really makes a great team?

Personally, I believe its all about playing with alot of positivity. If you lose, you lose positively. If you win, you gain positivity. If you're injured, you gain a stronger mindset of positivity. If you're well-paid, you put in more positivity. If you're not well-paid, you push yourself further to provide more positivity.

That's why sometimes I am much careless whether Arsenal win or lose. I think I get agitated the moment they play with too much of negativity. A positive man like me cannot be influenced by such negativity.

Same goes in many aspects of life, like love, work etc. Too much of a negativity, thinking too much of consequences but lack the aptitude to dream and strive harder, that's so conservative. How I wish im married to someone who dares to take the deep plunge 5000 feet above sealevel with me, although she hates heights...

oh I almost forgot.

Oasis is HERE on the 5th APRIL!!!

guess what?

Im GOING! Want me to spell it out?

Got myself 2 tickets for me and my big bro. We are fanatics of this band, and I did mention to a few friends, in my life, I need to marry once, go to haj once, sky diving once, travel round the whole world once, and most importantly, go to Oasis concert once.

Im gonna stand and shout and see Noel's nose hair from the standing view in front of the stage.


You and I are gonna live forever.....

now for that circular black John Lennon's specs.

I thought after so many weeks of not blogging, finally having the time to blog now, I could blog something fun and fanatic, but last night catastrophic predicament created a sudden vacuum of space in my mind that wiped out all of the numerous fun things that I went thru for the past few weeks.

Why must there be a management trainee who looks exactly like Dian Farzanna, at this point of time where April is coming really soon?

Why must Audrey (the management trainee I was talking about) come up to me and talk to me to discuss about my perspective of how things work in DFS, when I was dying to ask her whether she has any affiliations with a girl call Dian Farzanna?

Why must there be so many couples in the bus 190 I boarded that night?

Why must there be a malay-looking guy with a Caucasion-looking girl behaving like a couple, exchanging kisses and hugs?

Why must my stupid psp suddenly play the song Samsons- Tak Bisa Memiliki on the moment I saw them smiling at each other? (I mean the malay-caucasion couple)

Kiwak. I do not wish to talk on the phone to my close friends regarding this. Simply because they'd think its kinda a waste of time. Cuz this story is kinda 'basi' don't you think so? I wanted to force myself to cry it out when I lay naked in the bathroom, but I couldn't. I merely stared brainlessly on the blue tiles that spotted my toilet floor. I dunked my head in a basin full of water and scream it out, but the problem is.

There is nothing for me to scream about. Nothing. Simply no emotions.

So this is what people call 'the shower of numbness'. ohh begitu... ku pikir unta...

Well, once I get back my funky self I'd write about the Amazing adventures of Harold and Kumar in:

Part 1: National Library Bugis
Part 2: the Search for Dallas Chicken
Part 3: the random Journey to MMA but got diverted to LIDO
Part 4: the Battle of the IT Fair.

Two kudos for Harold. And one for Audrey.

PS: I so agree with the quote above. Sadness is indeed 'a product of our own thought. We create it out of whole cloth'