not so boring things about the boring, blur me

     Ok, Ok.. This post sounds like I’ll be talking a lot about shit.. But actually, it’s not so. The title is well just for the sake of getting attention.. or disgust. Well Hollywood says.. "Sex sells". I say, "Shit sells". Haha.. ok.. back to topic

     Recently I’ve been travelling to and fro.. Berjuntai and Ipoh, that is.. I first noticed it when i was walking from the bus STATION (BS) to the bus STOP (bs). Along the route from this two places, Are a few rows of shops. And their pathways.. or a corridor.. wadever.. it is always covered in dried shit. Shit of the swallows that made their nests above the pathway. Usually, All i see is dried shit all over the floor.. and maybe some on the walls..  but this time i spotted dead swallow bodies on the pathway!!

     Well.. It’s common to see smashed cat’s bodies on the road. But BIRDS? How often does that happen? What was even more weird was that it is not only one. But FIVE of them!! Maybe more.. didn’t really went around looking for more.

     I walk along this pathway quite frequently, as i have to pass it to get to my usual lepak area. And so, as i walked on the pathway, I keep seeing dead birds on the floor. If it is consistently 5 dead bodies, then fine. The DBI did not clear it up. But the number of bodies changes. sometimes none, sometimes three, sometimes, another five..

     Wonder why that is happening.. Is someone poisoning the swallows? Is it because the avian flu is back? Or is it because years’ of shit piled up and even the birds can’t stand their own crap, and died. Oh well.. Maybe the avian flu was caused by their unhygienic lifestyle. Haha..

     I was quite surprised when my mom told me that some mothers did not know that babies’ shit could turn out to be green colour. As in.. duh.. I knew that fact since i was like.. wad? 10? And for goodness’ sake. I’m a boy and i know about babies more than certain new mothers. As in.. Dun this mother’s read up on babies before actually making a baby? or at the very least? when you’re pregnant, read up in that 9 months.
     So ok.. I’m here to explain the reason behind the green shit of babies..
    The fact is.. YOUR BABY IS INFECTED WITH A CERTAIN KIND OF FUNGUS!!! BWAHAHAHA…
    ok.. just joking. You see babies sometimes have green shit because of the content of the milk powder that you are using. Babies shit green coloured shit when the Milk powder has high ferum (iron) content. If you have learned chemistry before, you should know that ferum ii+ ions will be green in colour. thus.. excess in iron content in the milk powder causes babies’ shit to be green.
     However, this is not in any way harmful to the baby. That is why God gave us the wonderful ability to shit and urine - to let out excess nutrition and so on and so forth. Thus, green shit simply means that your baby just lets out excess iron from the body, which is a good thing because your baby’s intestinal functions are functioning totally well.
     But however, if you are still worried about green shit? just change the milk powder and you’ll see the result in a few shits. The shit will slowly turn back brown or yellow which is more pleasing to the eyes of mothers.
     But come on.. Green shit is rare. let your baby shit green shit while he still can. If possible, could anyone send me a picture of a pile of green shit? kekeke…

    Imagine: you wake up.. grab the cup of water by your bedside, drink the remaining water in the cup.. and goes back to sleep.. wakes up again.. grabs the cup by your bedside.. finds no water in it.. malas.. goes back to snore snore land.. wakes up again.. hoping the nightmare that you couldn’t get water from your cup is a dream.. and grabs the cup.. and finds there’s no water in your cup.. feels lazy.. hoping that it is a redundant dream.. and goes back to sleep again.. process repeats for 2-3 hours.. waking up every 15 minutes.. making it.. er.. 8-12 times?
    Sounds fun? well.. that’s my life on sundays and public holidays. sigh.. why not just wake up straight away, you may ask? oh well.. reason is quite simple actually.. see.. in the mornings of such days, coffeeshops will be full of people.. to be exact.. it is full of families or a bunch of friends eating breakfast together. If i were to go, i’ll have to sit on the table alone.. in a shop full of people that have their families or friends with them.. chatting away happily.. or scolding the naughty kid.. or trying to calm down an annoying kid crying away as if trying to match a banshee or a mandragora.. (if i could, i’d just send a very elegant kung fu called the "tight slap " right to the kids face to shut IT up)
    Anyway.. if i were to go, it would be obvious that i’m all alone.. man.. makes me feel like a loser.. if it were to be an anime scene, you would be sure that you’ll be able to find a dark rain cloud hangin above my table..
    So, i’ll just toss and turn on my bed, waiting for the time to pass when the crowd is less..
    Aih.. irritates me that everyone else is so happy and i’m so bored on that day. why why why.. it’s at times like this that i wish that i’m not in ipoh, but back in campus where everyone else there is not enjoying themselves at much.. haha.. oh well.. can’t have everything my way now, can I? haha.. i’ll just have to enjoy boredom.. and make myself think that.. "wow.. it’s so boring. i couldn’t have a better time than this. WHEEEEE~~"

Kekexili: Mountain Patrol. Whoever who missed this movie
should find a way to watch it. Why? Because Kekexili: Mountain Patrol is about
the Kekexili Mountain Patrol. Sounds very interesting right? OK, OK, It’s based
on a true story of the patrol, which was formed to save the soon to be extinct
Tibetan antelopes of Kekexili. Kekexili is a erm.. desert? Yea.. An icy desert..
full of sand and ice and mountains. The patrol also hunts down illegal hunters
who hunt Tibetan antelopes for their er.. “bulu”. And the story is based on the
report (NOT article) of the reporter who was with the patrol throughout their
whole journey.

 OK, I
admit! It may not be everyone’s cup of the tarik. Who would want to watch a
show from mainland China? It’s not a Hollywood or Bollywood or some famous Hong
Kong movie. It’s NOT a comedy, thriller, fantasy, horror or wadsoever genre
there is out there. And yes, I admit.
There’s no BGM( BackGround Music), sword-fighting/ gun-shooting/ cannon
blasting action. There’s also no leng zhais or leng luis (Which means no steamy
kissing scenes or scenes of erm… something else. Because of lack of a good
looking cast). And yes again, I admit the cast all look like.. er.. well..
err.. let’s just leave it at that.

 But
what I can assure you is that their acting is bloody convincing, and it looks
so much more like a documentary than a movie. Every smile, laughter, tear and
all comes across to me as real, not acted out. No fakeness in their every move.

And I can assure you that this show
offers something to viewers that all other Hollywood/ Bollywood/ Hong Kong
movies fail to present. It’ll give you an awakening. It’ll show you how “much”
we’re actually doing to care, much less save the earth and its ecology.

What stuck in my head was how one
of the patrol members who had to go back to town (let’s take note that a trip
to and fro might take a few days, by wheels) to get more resources such as food and oil (for the jeeps). After
getting the stuff, he went back into the desert to deliver the stuff and the
wheels got stuck. He went down to solve the problem and got caught in a
quicksand, and sunk slowly to his death. I found myself breathing hard as he
struggled to get out of the quicksand. Man, was that part real!

And so, yeah.. might not be
everyone’s cup of kopi-o’ kaw. But anyway, just give it a try. Download it
illegally if you have to.. hahaha. Ugh.. couldn’t sleep the whole night because
of that quicksand event.. ugh.. Must watch..

I might be too young to think that
much. But I just can’t help it. I have never imagined my life to be a long one.
Yea.. a bleak way of looking at life, isn’t it? Maybe I never really planned
how my life should be after SPM. From a young age, it was already etched in my
mind.. Study, UPSR, PMR, SPM, STPM (optional), then… during the long break of
that major exam.. erm… get run down by a
trailer, smashing my entire body including my face, beyond recognition, and
die. No need to worry about college or university or jobs. How fun.
WHEEEEEEEEEEE~~~

Too bad I did not die after SPM or
STPM. And now I have to er.. plan how my life would be from now onwards. Oh
ya.. let’s take note that I have no intentions of committing suicide wadsoever,
unlike a few people that I know of..  *ahemz*

But ironically, eventhough I have
always imagined myself dead before I set foot into college, I had this dream.
Maybe heaven? Dunno? Kinda hard to explain.. but.. here it goes

In an area of a really big, white
house (Not the US white house. My dream house.. haha), more specifically, the
music area. It has sliding glass doors, linking it to the garden. With those
er.. really thin curtain that is almost see- through, so can see the garden
vaguely lor. Slight breeze blowing into the house.. I see a little girl(my
daughter?) in her white girly dress (you know the kind where the dress has
really lots of lace and all.. the really ugly girly dress?) happily running
(not so quickly) to a white grand piano. Sits on a white chair (the piano chair
lar.. and it’s ya.. again white in colour). Then, I walked there selamba-ly,
full of coolness, to the girl, who is now playing on the white piano. And ya..
again, I’m wearing, OMG, a 3 piece suit all in white. White shirt, white vest,
white coat, white tie, white pants (I think I might have worn white shoes too?
Er.. or was I barefooted? Can’t remember that. But why I’m wearing so formally,
I have no idea). I sit beside girl, and starts playing the piano with her.
Then, a woman, walks in.. wearing a white dress.. those really nice ladies’
dress.. then.. we all also like happy happy.. and *poof* over..

Ok.. When was it I had this dream?
Er.. really really young? Age er? 7 maybe? Hahaha.. weird thing is, I don’t
like kids (esp. girls). And I don’t play the piano. Haha.. but that has always
been my dream from then on. One day having such a house and being able to play
music and enjoy it with my family..

So have been wondering.. HOW IN THE
WORLD AM I TO ACHIEVE THAT WITH TESL!!!! Ahem ahem.. it’s not my dream to be at that white place
teaching my kid: A for Aunty, B for Botox., C for Calorie…

But then again.. dreams would most
probably remain as dreams. As in.. how in the world can everything be so
perfect? Where got so much money build
that house.. Actually that area was very much more detailed then what I
explained.. where can find wife so  leng
lui? Ok… I did not see her face. Only her back. Cis.. And I where got so leng
zhai? Ok ok.. I couldn’t really make out how my face was. Oh well..

Even though so, that doesn’t mean
that I have given up on that dream.. so I’ll just have to plan my life from now
onwards to actually be able to get as close to the dream as much as possible.
Sigh.. hate planning my life.. after grad.. go work? Masters? Or maybe get
runned down by an aeroplane while walking in a streets? Then I don’t have to
plan… WHEEEEEEEE~~

*btw.. sorry to hear that 1 of our SMI’s student died on the
spot after being involved in a road accident, after completing his SPM
recently.. and another yet take his IT
paper is in the hospital.

*this post was written (typed) before the accident
happened..

About the INFP Expert Quotes & Links

“To understand Healers, we must understand their idealism as almost boundless and selfless, inspiring them to make extraordinary sacrifices for someone or something they believe in. The Healer is the Prince or Princess of fairytale, the King’s Champion or Defender of the Faith…”
- The Portrait of a Healer Idealist (Keirsey)

“INFPs are highly intuitive about people. They rely heavily on their intuitions to guide them, and use their discoveries to constantly search for value in life. They are on a continuous mission to find the truth and meaning underlying things. Every encounter and every piece of knowledge gained gets sifted through the INFP’s value system, and is evaluated to see if it has any potential to help the INFP define or refine their own path in life.”
- Portrait of an INFP (The Personality Page)

“creative, smart, idealist, loner, attracted to sad things, disorganized, avoidant, can be overwhelmed by unpleasant feelings…”
- INFP Jung Type Descriptions (similarminds.com)

“An INFP’s feelings form the foundations of the individual. They are sacred and binding, in the sense that their emergence requires no further justification. An INFP’s feelings are often guarded, kept safe from attack and ridicule. Only a few, close confidants are permitted entrance into this domain.”
- INFP Profile (INFP Mailing List) “Highly creative, artistic and spiritual, they can produce wonderful works of art, music and literature. INFPs are natural artists. They will find great satisfaction if they encourage and develop their artistic abilities. That doesn’t mean that an INFP has to be a famous writer or painter in order to be content. Simply the act of “creating” will be a fulfilling source of renewal and refreshment to the INFP. An INFP should allow himself or herself some artistic outlet, because it will add enrichment and positive energy to their life.”
- INFP Personal Growth (The Personality Page)

“INFPs never seem to lose their sense of wonder. One might say they see life through rose-colored glasses. It’s as though they live at the edge of a looking-glassworld where mundane objects come to life, where flora and fauna take on near-human qualities.”
- INFP Profile (TypeLogic)

“Their job must be fun, although not racous, and it must be meaningful to them. They need a strong purpose in their work. They want to be recognized and valued, without undue attention given to them. They may become embarrassed when make the center of attention. As a result, they may undersell their strengths in order to avoid being singled out and made to feel conspicuous. They would rather have their worth be noticed gradually over time.”
- INFP - The Dreamer (Lifexplore

Haha.. looks like it fits me eh? tak sangka that a test like this actually turns out to be kinda accurate.. ok i admit.. VERY THE ACCURATE.. oh well..

     It’s been a bloody long time since i actually blogged.. and my last post was actually just a copy paste work. hahaha.. oh well.. too lazy to write anything.. and all inspiration seemed to have left my brain. hahaha.. was thinking of writing a post ( type would be more accurate though..) for a very long time.. so finally it came this evening.

     Just got back from a stay-over from my friend’s house this evening.. was bloody tired cuz we slept at like… 4.00a.m ++ chatting. oh ok.. i woke up the latest and  i was the most tired. so be it I’m addicted to sleeping. So be it. you can’t sue me!! BWAHAHAHA~~

     ….. ok… so back to the point,  when i got back, was so tired, went to my room and… oh well.. shat first.. ( past tense for shit was shat.. i guess? sit, sat.. so.. shit.. shat? ) then only i cuddled my bolster and… before i knew it… was in snore-snore land..

     Woke up like an hour later.. and went down the stairs.. then it struck me.. suddenly i’m all alone in the house again.. with no one but the roaches lurking in the sewers under my house and lizards hiding behind walls.. and of course dust mites and bacteria included..

     I’ve always thought myself to be well, an independent person.. as in.. you throw me in an unknown town with a little money, and i could survive well enough.. I’ve always thought that well.. all i really needed was well.. me, myself and I to live. Of course.. food, oxygen, water, sleep, and healthy intestinal function included..

     All this while in Ipoh during the holidays, i didn’t really feel lonely.. bored yes.. but sleep solves all boredom issues.. untill this evening.

     Always felt after leaving for uni.. I didn’t really fit in either ipoh or in uni. So i guess the me being one that doesn’t want to change held myself back from actually really fitting in to uni life.. but yet, after not being in ipoh for a time, felt i was no longer a pieace in the puzzle..

     But oh well.. i guess i’m just simply making life difficult for myself by taking the easy way out by just relying on myself.. with no strings attached.. haha.. i guess it’s not really wrong to fit in now, would it? if all goes wrong, i still have.. my good friends to fall back on.. who? Me, Myself and I.. BWAHAHAHA.. and of course.. GOD included.

This is a bulletin i got on friendster.. guess wad.. i’m not alone in loving to reasearch about shit.. hehe.. enjoy!!

Types of poopie

GHOST POOPIE: The kind where you feel
the poopie come out, but there is no
poopie in the toilet.

CLEAN POOPIE: The kind where you poopie
it out, see it in the toilet, but there
is nothing on the toilet paper.

WET POOPIE: The kind where you wipe
your butt 50 times and it still feels
unwiped, so you have to put some toilet
paper between your butt and your
underwear so you won’t ruin them with
stains.

SECOND WAVE POOPIE: This happens when
you’re done poopie-ing and you’ve
pulled your pants up to your knees, and
you realize that you have to poopie
some more.

POP-A VEIN-IN-YOUR-FOREHEAD POOPIE: The
kind where you strain so much to get it
out, you practically have a stroke.

LINCOLN LOG POOPIE: The kind of poopie
that is so huge you’re afraid to flush
without first breaking it into little
pieces with the toilet brush.

GASSY POOPIE: It’s so noisy, that
everyone within earshot is giggling.

DRINKER’S POOPIE: The kind of poopie
you have the morning after a long night
of drinking. It’s most noticeable trait
is the skid marks on the bottom of the
toilet.

CORN POOPIE: Self explanatory.

GEE-I-WISH-I-COULD-POOPIE POOPIE: The
kind where you want to poopie but all
you do is sit on the toilet and fart a
few times.

SPINAL TAP POOPIE: That’s where it
hurts so badly coming out, you’d swear
it was leaving you sideways.

WET CHEEKS POOPIE (The Power Dump): The
kind that comes out so fast, your butt
cheeks get splashed with water.

THE DANGLING POOPIE: This poopie
refuses to drop in the toilet even
though you are done poopie-ing it. You
just hope that a shake or two will cut
it loose.

THE SURPRISE POOPIE: You’re not even at
the toilet because you are sure you are
about to fart, but *oops* — a poopie!

This is a poem that I’ve written for Ms Kim’s assignment last semester. Haha.. I got ‘A’ for my ‘Intro To Literature’ class.. so i guess i got quite a lot of marks for this piece of crap guar.. haha.. Anyway.. try to guess the meaning of the poem la.. teel me wad you think, ok? thnks!!

Chocolate Cakes

In separate rooms,
small and square,

Young, Miss Jane,

And Old Man Joe,

Were making their
cakes,

Warm, chocolate
cakes.

Both Young Jane, and
Old Man Joe,

Garnished their
cakes,

With a snow white
sheet,

And left the rooms.

In the white, ceramic
bowls,

The cakes lie
untouched.

Moist, and heavenly
to the nose

Of the flies flying around.

And thus,

We see a dead crow,

In the drain,

Near the post office.

We see another old
man,

Barely able to
breathe,

And a baby,

Gasping for air.

All because of Jane
and Joe,

Who didn’t bother to
clean.

     Yea.. that saying pretty much describes what me.. Jack of all trades, Master at none. I guess if a Final Fantasy character were to be made after me, it’ll most probably be a Red Mage..
     It’s just simply frustrating being a jack of all trades. Just hate it that there’ll always be so many that’s better than me in all aspects.
     Often i wonder to myself.. Why can’t I be the Ace in a single aspect?
Why are there always people better than me even if I have tried so hard?
     Yea.. Been haunting me all my life.. No matter in what aspect that i try to excel in, there’ll always be someone else ahead of me. Always, there’ll be a genius in front of me.. and no matter how much i try to chase these people, in the end, i couldn’t even see their backs.. And when i have fallen in the chase, these geniuses did not even break a sweat..
     How am I ever going to reach in their ranks? How am I going to catch up to these geniuses? How am I ever to be the best in any aspect?
     Honestly, I’m so tired of chasing some people, whose backs i couldn’t see.. So tired of trying so hard to no avail.. So tired that I’ve already given up hopes of excelling in certain aspects.
     The only thing i can do is just try my best to improve myself in ways that I’ll be able to support and compliment others’ abilities.
     I’ll forever be the sidekick, the lab assistant, back-up singer, Samwise Gamgee kind of person.. Never ever able to take the lead, only able to follow.. Never the main character of a story, only the supporting character.. never the Coffee, only the creamer.. never the torch light, only the battery…

     Will anyone ask "hey, who’s the supporting character in the story?" Will they say "Mmm that coffee’s so nice.. what creamer did you use?" Or will they ask, "wow, the torch light’s so bright.. what battery are you using?" As in… who gives a damn about people like me?

     In a world that requires specialization, what use is a Jack of all trades, yet master of none? I will never be in the lead.. I will never be able show my face proudly.. I will never be the one standing the tallest in a crowd.. But I’ll be the one below the tallest one in the crowd.. carrying him on my shoulders… And I’ll just  have to be satisfied with that…