I WANT IT!

Yup.

@ Saint3Zero:

Yup, it does have real strawberries. BUT you failed to mentioned the sourness!!! Or is it just my expired milk?

GEEZ...Kids these days!

[Edit: 22 Feb 2009 w/ news article]
Remember that post below? WELL THAT'S FAKE. Piece of shit. Apparently, that 'meme' has been circulating since last night. According to the radio news (I'll put up a link when I find it.), it was started by some 19 year old kid who apparently has nothing better to do. SERIOUSLY GUYS, YOU WANNA JOKE ABOUT TERRORISM?! MAN, this got me all stirred up. On the first look, I already know it's fake.

NO 1: "This message was forwarded from my sister's close friend's army friend." Yeahhhhhh. Might as well say that the President told me. (Though, that will just ruin it.)

NO 2: It's quite hard or rather impossible to make a bomb out of everyday items. Your main 'bang' ain't there duuuuuude. P.S.: To those who think of using Mentos and Coke. You're just lame. -_- Secondly, the 'bang'-ful thing I can imagine that could be use is a firecracker. Hmm...

NO 3: Of all places, they choose Bugis. I think they should know that the GLOBAL recession had forced everyone to keep their cash safe in their pockets. From what I know, no one's even window shopping there. (Man! The economy's bad.)

******

On a much much serious note, this shouldn't be passed as a joke. Yes, I know some will say that I'm overreacting and I do sometimes wander over that 'joke-able' line, always adding sarcasm into a conversation. But when you see that many innocent lives have been taken just because of conflict of ideas, it's no joke. People can die because of terrorism. And to circulate a message and say that there's a bomb threat? That's just too far.

Think.

Kids nowadays are easily exposed by everything. Theretically, it's a good thing. It somehow presents itself as an experience and teaches the child valuable lessons such as of what to do and what not to do. However, children are left to intepret that information by themselves. Busy parents, the Internet, unmonitored activities. Recipe for disaster. Sometimes, I feel that these kids are missing love.

Back in the old days, I could only imagine a strict pair of parents relentlessly scolding their child when he gets into trouble. The child will hand his head down and be silenced by their words. Even for a stranger, you could sense the child's guilt as it passes through his body. But in the end, the parents lift the boys head, revealing a pair of teary eyes, and hugged him. Where's that love now?

The number of children, or rather teens, caught breaking the laws is steadily rising. Remember the 13 year old father (link)? My first thought was a mislabelled headline. Or just another hoax. What has the world gone to? Where are the parents? Why is this happening? Were they thaught about the birds and the bees?

I'm no expert in this. But I do know that there's a limit to everything. We are always graced with so many questions, but entertained with so little answers.

Seriously?

Seriously? You wanna joke about terrorism?

English And All His Friends

Just borrowed a book today. I wonder if I am able to AT LEAST understand this book let alone finish it. Sigh.


There are some debate if I would like to increase traffic to my blog. Of course, which author wouldn't want that!? But it seems that the increased traffic would cause more of 'harm'. I mean, c'mon, who would want to read some random asian dude's blog. I can't even stir up traffic between friends, why would strangers from all over the world read rants of my life. (Same concept of Twitter here.)

A step towards that was moving my focus in creating this space into another tech blog of sorts. After all, I did thought of pursuing a career in journalism. Not till I found out my disrespect of English herself. I basically slaughtered that language, ignoring periods, grammar and even ideas! Looking back at my previous post, How Perfect Plans Need Perfect Execution (link), it would be a loooong road before I reach a footing of journalism. But of course, when there's a will, there's a way. [Writing this paragraph just demonstrated my slippery grip in English.]

For once, I can't even sit down and write a blog post explaning the video post(link) i did back then. GEEZ.

But this blog started as my *personal* space. So it's kinda hard to see me depart from my natural shell. Futhermore, I won't be really productive if I'd just focus in a area. I LOVE TO MULTITASK! (Or is it that I an just easily distractable.)

We'll see about that. Maybe I shall mix Tech news with my non-Tech rant, professionallism with whack-ism.

How Perfect Planning Needs Perfect Excution

(Above: At least we got the fire started!)
I don't feel too well. It's like a post-sugar galore at Willy Wonka's factory. GEEZ. My eyes are watery and heavy. I feel slightly top heavy and there's this distinct BBQ taste that resides in my mouth even after a brush. Yuck. I'm all over BBQ-ing now.

Last night, we had a belated birthday-BBQ-party for one of our friends. He just rang us up and offered a party. They did something similar last year, though without the BBQ, but I was not available on that day. Guess I had some extra classes or something. Looks like they wanted to up the ante since all they did the last time looked more of sports day then a party. What supposed to be a group of 10 teens hungover from an extensive meal of nature's abomination and a day of reminiscence from our secondary and soccer days became a battle just getting it going. Sigh. First of all, the event wasn't a disaster but it certainly had the taste of it. Well, at least we ate something in the end. Our plight even before it started.

I guess the biggest no-no in our various stages of events was the timing. It just scrapped from someone's idea pool about a week before the event day. All seems just ok with a 'flawless' plan 2 organiser wannabes meticulously scratched but even time will rust the hardest of steel. Even if you have a perfect plan that will resolve any problem to the tiniest detail, as long as you don't control every tiniest detail, your plan ain't perfect! And with a window of just 3 days, things can get pretty ugly. Let's look at what happened. As such, late timing creates unconfirmed guests that leads to uncertainty in purchase which also brings about more dead weight which could also be affected by miscommunications, financial instability, weird location, missing host and guests (gonna be real soon) and zero knowledge of BBQ. That should sum it up.

At any rate, we decided to order our food from BBQ Wholesale Centre because none of us has the knowledge nor mindset to prepare BBQ food. Furthermore, they even promised a "hassle-free bbq!" Well, at least that made the decision. After all, I was supposed to engage them in my Class Chalet/BBQ but that too suffered similar fate with last night's. Upon collection, it was obvious that none of us had any idea where 95 Frankal Ave is. If another lesson was to be learned, ALWAYS BRING A MAP! Or a GPS for that matter. I guess we have to say that it's vital to know where you're heading metaphorically and literally! Also, always check your receipt!

Did I mentioned about guests too? The power of the people is such an odd thing. Even with the silliest parties, it can just be awfully perfect with a room full of party goers. Unfortunately, the untimely party became so untimely constrained that our 10 men party became 6. A small drawback? Maybe not BUT WHAT IT THE HOST DIDN'T COME? Without the guests and host, what right do we have to call it a party? Maybe another glitch, LOCATION. Wasn't it weird that we had a BBQ at some ulu HDB estate.

Finally, I guess I have to state this, lack of closeness. Now now, before anyone flood me with Dude, what you talking mannnnn or WHAT's that gotta do witha a BBQ? I did remember stating the power of the people and how a room full of party goers could get the worst party going. Taking a great example, Wikipedia. Look at the power of people and how it has unified that power to become one of the top visited sites for information. I wouldn't want to engross you any further in why Wikipedia is not bluff-pedia. Maybe some other time. Instead, watch this documentary Truth In Numbers and that might sum up my arguement. The point is that everyone should chip in. If there is this air of animosity, everything tends to be done half heartedly. Well, that's at least for me only.

In the end, the show must go on. Looking at how BBQ declined I am, maybe anyone could offer some tips for me?

Whatever, Dad.

Geez, I'm all negative when it comes to my Dad. I've just received my polytechnic enrolment package just today and after a quick skim of it, I told him that he should read the package too so that he would be able to help me. Someone that could bounce my queries. UNFORTUNATELY, my Dad says, "Nah, I'm too lazy to read your package."

-_-

I could feel my blood boiling. And so I tell myself, "You know, Dad is kinda old. So he might just need some assistance." But that too also brought up the validity of him using such a comment on me. "But Zul, you're just overreacting!" Oh yeah, I am. From the days of Sec 3, I was never a real fan of my parents, let alone my Dad. I always wanted to be that son who aspires to be his Dad. But not in my lifetime.

AND so, I am reading this instructional booklet that unveils 15 pages of instructions. You know me, I'm no good with instructions. Hopefully, I'll be able to get a grip of all the important details and refuse my carelessness from making this a complete mayhem. I've got a few weeks before the 14-17 March window opens for my registration. So no hurry there.

I'll swing back later. I hope.