Monday, October 31, 2005

Diwali (Divali, Dewali, Deepavali)

The date of Diwali is based on the Hindu calendar, which has a solar sidereal years and lunar months. It falls in the month of Kartika according to the Purnimanta calendar (Northern India):
कृष्ण कार्तिक पक्षस्य चर्तुदश्याम निशात्यये (Uttara Purana)
and in Ashwayuja, according to the Amanta calendar. In the Gregorian calendar, it falls in the month of October or November, and always at the new moon. Since the precise moment of the new moon falls on different Gregorian dates depending on geographical location, the date of Dipavali also depends on one's location.

Significance in Hinduism

Lighting fireworks is an essential part of the Diwali celebrations
The festival marks the victory of good over evil.
On the day of Diwali, traditionally, the old and the young, rich and poor, wear new dresses, share sweets and also burn firecrackers. The North Indian business community starts their financial new year on Diwali and new account books are opened on this day.

Hindus find cause to celebrate this festival for different reasons:

In North India, Diwali celebrates the return of the Rama, King of Ayodhya, his wife Sita and brother Lakshmana to Ayodhya from a war in which he killed the demon king Ravana. It is believed that the people lit oil lamps along the way to light their path in the darkness. In North India, the festival is held on the final day of the Vikram calendar. The following day marks the beginning of the North Indian new year, and is called Annakut.

In South India, it commemorates the killing of Narakasura, an evil demon, by Lord Krishna. In South India, Diwali does not coincide with the beginning of a new year as South Indians follow a different calendar, the Shalivahana calendar.
In Bhavishyottara and Bramhavaivarta Purana, Diwali is associated with the Daitya king Bali, who is allowed to return to earth once a year.

The Five days of Diwali
Diwali is celebrated over five days in most of North India as:

First day
The first day of the festival is known as Dhan teras or Dhantrayodashi. Dhan means "wealth" and Trayodashi means "13th day". Thus, as the name implies, this day falls on the 13th day of the first half of the lunar month. On this day, it is believed that Lord Dhanvantari emerged from the waters of the ocean holding the knowledge of the spiritual medicines of Ayurveda, to help mankind fight against sickness, disease and death.
On this day people purchase valuables, light lamps using oil-filled clay cups and worship the Goddess of Wealth. They also worship Yama, the Lord of Death, seeking protection against untimely death. Parents and elders accompany children to the market looking for firecrackers and sweets, if they have not bought some already. Those who have brought them home spread the crackers in the sunlight and allow them to dry, so that when the time comes they perform well.

Second day

Diwali has emerged as one of the most famous Hindu festivals. An integral part of Diwali decorations, Rangoli is a colorful pattern drawn on the floor.
The second day of the festival is known as Naraka Chaturdasi. (Narak means of a new era of Light and Knowledge.
Lord Sri Krishna, supported by his consort Satyabhama and his huge army, is said to have killed the demon Narkasura, in a legendary battle between the gods and demons, and released the world from the darkness of fear and oppression. In the process, He also set free the 16,000 divine energies of the Mother Goddess, held hitherto in possession forcibly by the evil demon.
On this auspicious day, people usually take a ritual bath before sunrise, using traditional herbs and materials, just as Lord Krishna is believed to have done after He returned victorious from the battlefield. They spend the remaining day restfully in the company of friends and family. Some play cards and test their luck. It is also believed that on this day, Lord Vishnu incarnated upon earth as Vamana and set his third step on the head of the demon king Bali to send him down into the nether worlds to free the worlds from his rule and release the goddess Lakshmi from his control.

Third day (actual day of Diwali)

Every year, thousands of Sikhs celebrate Diwali at the Golden Temple in Amritsar, India
The actual day of Diwali is celebrated on the third day of the festival, when the moon completely wanes and total darkness sets in the night sky. It is in this darkness that Diwali finds its true expression. On this day people worship Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth, and express their gratitude for previous favors.

Usually the puja is performed both in the morning and again in the evening when the sun is ready to set or has already set. It is believed that the Goddess would not visit a devotee's house if it is not kept clean and properly lighted, so everyone strives to keep their houses clean, the doors and windows open and all the lights and lamps glowing brightly.
During the worship, devotes make offerings to Lord Vinayaka and Mother Goddess also, in addition to the principal deity, with traditional chants, rituals, purified water, new clothes, fruit and flowers, sweets, light, sandal paste, incense, rice, turmeric and vermillion. Money and valuables are placed before the principal deity during the invocation.
At the end of the worship, prasadam is offered to the family members and visitors. In wealthy households, the assistance of a temple priest is sought to conduct the worship according to the scriptural injunctions. After worshipping the goddess in one's own house, people start making rounds to the nearby temples, and the houses of friends and relations to see how the celebration has been going on and distribute sweets and gifts. Elsewhere, the goddess is worshipped ceremonially in temples, public places, business houses and offices.
As the evening comes, houses and streets are decorated with innumerable lights, lamps and candles. People keep the doors and windows open and all the lights on, expecting the goddess to come inside and take a survey of the things that have been done for her sake. Outside, people gather in the streets and front yards to burn firecrackers, or watch others burning them or keep an eye on the oil lamps. Some habitual card players use the occasion as an opportunity to play cards and gamble their money.
On this day Lord Krishna is believed to have completed His incarnation upon earth and left this world, leaving the pandavas and his kinsmen in utter confusion. According to Jain tradition, Lord Mahavira, the last of the Thirthakaras attained Nirvana on this day only. It is also said that on this day, young Nachiketa of the Kathopanishad received divine and secret knowledge of immortality from Lord Yama, the Lord of Death.

Fourth day
The fourth day is variously known as Padwa, Varshapratipada and Kartika Shudda Padyami. At the behest of Lord Krishna the people of Braj worshipped the hillock Govardhan on this day to save themselves from an impending storm unleashed by the fury of Indra, the Lord of Heaven.
Even now, in northern India, in the region of Braj, people continue the tradition of worshipping Govardhan on this auspicious day. This is sometimes interpreted as an act of invocation to appease the forces of Nature to prevent the occurrence of floods and cyclonic storms, a tradition that is probably rooted in the Vedic times.
In the temples of Mathura and Nathdwara, priests give a special bath to the principal deities on this occasion and decorate them with glittering robes and eye-catching jewellery. They offer many food preparations to Krishna and later distribute it (the prasadam) among the devotees.
In some traditional households, women give aarti to their husbands and receive gifts and blessings in return. Business people open new account books for the new financial year and offer prayers for luck and prosperity.

Fifth day
On the fifth and final day of the festival, which is known as Bhayiduj, Bhayyaduj, Bhaubeej or Bhayitika, brothers and sisters meet to express their love and affection for each other. Sisters put a ceremonial mark, usually with vermillion, on their brothers' foreheads and wish them long lives. According to a legend, the tradition began when Yamuna, the sister of Lord Yama honored her brother with a tilak on his forehead and wished him long life.
In South India, naraka chaturdashii is the main day of celebration, with a lot of firecrackers at dawn, while in North India the main celebration is on Amavasya evening with Lakshmi Puja followed by lighting of oil lamps in and around the house and bursting of crackers.
In England, the days are Dhanteras, Narak Chatrudashi, Lakshmi-Puja, the most important day, Padwa or Varshapratipanda and Bhaiya Dooj or the Teeka Ceremony .
In Trinidad and Tobago, the day of Diwali is a public holiday and celebrations precede the Lakshmi-Puja day for almost two weeks. This event is one of the foremost religious observances for the country.

Diwali in Sikhism
Sikhs also celebrate Diwali as the period during which the foundation stone for the Golden Temple was laid during in 1577. Diwali (also known as Bandi Chhorh Divas) played an important role in the life of Sri Guru Hargobind Ji, the sixth Guru of the Sikhs. When Jahangir, the Mughal emperor, arrested Guru Hargobind and put him in a prison in Gwalior, gloom descended upon Sikhs. But later Jehangir relented and let the Guru go. Accompanied by his followers and to the joy of many Sikhs, the Guru returned to Amritsar and made an appearance before his followers. The occasion was Diwali and it prompted the followers to celebrate the day with joy and happiness.
Emperor Jahangir had imprisoned the sixth Nanak because he was afraid of the Guru's growing following and power. The Sikhs on this day hold a one-day celebration in the Gurdwaras. In the evening, illuminations are done with Deewé (earthen oil lamps) or candles and fireworks. The celebrations are held both in the Gurdwaras and in homes.
The story of Diwali for the Sikhs is a story of the Sikh struggle for freedom. From the time of Guru Nanak (1469 – 1539), the founder of Sikhism, popular seasonal or folk festivals like the harvest festival of Vaisakhi, or ancient festivals like Holi and Diwali, or worship rituals like Aarti, began to take on a new significance for the Guru’s students, the Sikhs. The Guru used these festivals and special days e.g. first day of each lunar month, as symbols or pegs for his teaching themes.
Early in the morning, pilgrims take a holy dip in the sacred tank while reciting Japji Sahib, and thereafter they go to the Golden Temple to make obeisance. They make offerings of various kinds both in cash and kind, such as flowers, candy-drops and parched-rice grains, but mostly the offerings are of karah parshad, which is prepared and sold to the pilgrims by the management. Circumambulation of the tank is considered sacred by the pilgrims.

Diwali in Jainism
Lord Mahavira, the last of the Jain Thirthankaras, attained Nirvana on this day at Pavapuri. According to Jain tradition the chief disciple of Mahavira, Ganadhar Gautam Swami also attained complete knowledge on this very day, thus making Diwali a really special occasion for the Jains to celebrate.

Replica of Pava temple at Pansara. Mahavira attained Nirvana at Pava
Historically, Dipavali is first mentioned in Jain books as the date of the nirvana of Lord Mahavira. The oldest use of the word "Diwali/Dipavali" occurs in Harivamsha-Purana written by Acharya Jinasena, composed in Shaka Samvat 705.
ज्वलत्प्रदीपालिकया पृव्रद्ध्या सुरासुरैः दिपितया प्रदीप्तया तदा स्म पावानगरी समन्ततः प्रदिपिताकाशतला प्रकाशते १९
ततस्तुः लोकः प्रतिवर्षमादरत् प्रसिद्धदीपलिकयात्र भारते समुद्यतः पूजयितुं जिनेश्वरं जिनेन्द्र-निर्वाण विभूति-भक्तिभाक् २०
Thus people in Bharata every year celebrate famous "Dipalikaya", to reverently worship the Jinendra on the occasion of his nirvana on the amavasya of Kartika month.
Significance of lamps: The Kalpasutra by Acharya Bhadrabahu, 3rd cent BC, explains the significance of lights: "गये से भवुज्जोये, दव्वुज्जोयं करिस्समो", with light of knowledge gone, we make light of ordinary matter.
The way Jains celebrate Diwali is different in many respects. There is a note of asceticism in whatever the Jains do, and the celebration of Diwali is not an exception. The Jains celebrate Diwali during the month of Kartik for three days. During this period, among the Shvetambaras, devoted Jains observe fasting and chant the Uttaradhyayan Sutra, which contain the final pravachans of Lord Mahavira, and meditate upon him.
Vira Nirvana Samvat: The Jain year starts with Pratipada following Diwali. Vira Nirvana Samvat 2532 starts with Diwali 2005. The Jain businessmen traditionally started their accounting year from Diwali.

Diwali in other parts of the world
Diwali is celebrated in various parts of the world, in countries such as Britain, The Netherlands, Suriname, Guyana, Fiji, Japan, Indonesia, Malaysia, Mauritius, Myanmar, Nepal, Singapore, Srilanka, Trinidad and Tobago, Thailand, Africa, and Australia. With more and more Indians now migrating to various parts of the world, the number of countries where Diwali is celebrated has been gradually increasing. In most of these countries Diwali is celebrated on the same lines as described in this article with some minor variations. Some important variations are worth mentioning.
In Malaysia, people call Diwali "Hari Diwali," and celebrate it during the seventh month of the Hindu solar calendar. In many respects it resembles the traditions followed in the Indian subcontinent.
In Nepal, Diwali is known as Tihar and celebrated during the October/November period. Here, though the festival is celebrated for five days, the traditions vary from those followed in India. On the first day, cows are worshipped and given offerings. On the second day, dogs are revered and offered special food. On the third day, celebrations follow the same pattern as in India, with lights and lamps and much social activity. On the fourth day Yama, the Lord of Death, is worshipped and appeased. On the fifth and final day, brothers sisters meet and exchange pleasantries.
Diwali is celebrated in the Caribbean Islands also. Especially in Trinidad and Tobago, Diwali is marked as a special occasion and celebrated with a lot of fanfare. It is observed as a national holiday in this part of the world and some Ministers of the Government also take part in the celebrations publicly.


Happy Birthday old man

Its indeed how ironic the circle of life vicious and and savage that circle is it is sometimes a distinct reminder of never to disgrace a human and throw one out only in the end for him ot turn out ot be your savious. As much as he may not profess to have backbone or courage a man who would turn the other cheek...Here he is being feated by the very people who threw him out one time. Well done ond did it your way.

Happy Birthday Old Man

Sunday, October 30, 2005


Hmmm after a late night of bloggin and surfing and enjoying the serenity here Sunday started off with a bang...even though as dysfunctional it may seem everyone in a somber buzz of the Deepavali. Not like we can celebrated it lol I have never understood to this day why we celebrate a festival of light more greatly then a new year.

Well to heck with it all…I am going on a boat ride hehe it gonna be lovely

I just cant believe I missed Halloween…only when ratty told me bout it over IRC did it strike my mind…still remember last Halloween vividly well that life on the fast last too many thing to juggle and not enough ppl to understand what you are juggling. Its kind of frustrating.

Oyster is off the radar…di lamun cinta as they say …. Happy for her…. Hope to catch up with her soon…she is a blast to be with…but her calendar seem to b e packed lol. Dey oyster this is for you = ‘thenga” time for you to join the group with ur precious

Trust and misjudgement

The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it.

mark those words

Life is full and up and down also left and right inside and outside ooo….

Trust plays a key role in every arena of our lives, because trust is the linchpin for all our relationships-family, school, religion, work, and community. And how we sort out all the issues of trust and mistrust determines the direction our lives will take-and our ultimate happiness and fulfillment. How can we build deeper, stronger trust in our relationships? How can we cope when that trust has been wounded or destroyed? How can we live a life of trust without being naive about betrayal?

Somewhere along the way, all of us in one way or another have seen our trust mishandled, either on purpose or by mistake. Slowly we became a little jaded in our view of the world. Perhaps at some point in our lives we blindly trusted someone without question. But as our experience grew, a little voice began to warn us to be cautious with every decision concerning trust.

We quickly discovered that no one is immune from the pain of mistrust. Like walking down that dark street at night, we learned to trust-but also to glance anxiously to and fro for possible trouble.

In my life I will encounter many obstacles, but my experiences will help me find a way around them, or if necessary, over them. I will always be influenced by the past and the past is what has made me who I am. I won’t say I am sorry for who and what I am. If I am to be a jolly I will be a dog…as they say its destiny…its all a package we walk the path we decide to walk on and in this day and age there is no rational;
The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when you discover that someone else believes in you and is willing to trust you with a friendship.

I have lost the trust of people and I kid you not it will never be the same , as the saying goes the wounds will heal, we all move on but the memories remain.. not a day goes by that you try to build a trust but its crumbles at the mere whispers of the one will really know the who, the why, the whe and the how.....except you and ur ghost.

Footnote: One of the more irritating stuff is misjudgments, and it blows my mind what I am subjected to that. I like in my face so I can stare it down but ironically that does not happen....seem to be a twist of fate that the more I seem to be doing good for others the more I get sucked into a whirlpool and it keep on sucking….
We all wear masks...sometimes we just dun see it
It is very easy to forgive others their mistakes; it takes more grit and gumption to forgive them for having witnessed your own.

good day

Saturday, October 29, 2005

figure this one out

ok. you're going down a road and you come to a fork in the road.

one way leads to the way you're going, but the other way leads to death. while trying to decide which way to go, these two twin brothers walk up. one of them always tells the truth, and the other one always lies. and because u can't tell the difference between them, what question do u ask them?

think about it....really, really hard,

30 things guys want girls to know

I had a blast reading this...what do you all think hahaha fair comments please both sexes also welcome

1. We're not as big of perverts as you think we all are.
2. No matter what you say, your ex-boyfriend IS an ass.
3. We like you to give us hugs and kisses too.
4. Don't argue with us when we call you beautiful.
5. Don't treat us like shit.
6. We know you're pretty, that's one of the reason's we're going out with you.
7. Don't go into detail about your period. It scares us.
8. If you have cramps and we ask you what's wrong, just say it's that time of the month and nothing more.
9. If you really liked us for us, you would let us think that our mustache, beard, or sideburns or whatever looked cool.
10. We'll never shave our legs. So get over it.
11. NEVER ask us if you can put make up on us. It's just wrong.
12. Don't make bets about us, because one of your friends will tell us, if you don't.
13. When we tell you that you're not fat, believe us.
14. We absolutely do not care about, The Backstreet Boys, NSYNC, ! 98 degrees, or what any other guy looks like for that matter.
15. We may not be able to pee accurately all of the time but at least we can stand up and pee.
16. Just cause you think you're always right, doesn't mean you don't have to apologize when you're wrong.
17. You expect us to say and do sweet things for you, but it would be nice if you did the same every once in a while.
18. We can't always be spontaneous, so try to help us make the plans sometimes.
19. Don't ask us to beat up another guy for you, cause you might get what you wish for.
20. Never kick us in the nuts "just to see what we'd say."
21. Never pretend like you are going to break up with us and laugh when we believe you.
22. Pamela Anderson's boobs aren't fake anymore, but we like yours better anyway.
23. Size doesn't matter, except to idiots who don't want a relationship.
24. PMS is not an excuse.
25. If you want us to put the seat down when we're done, you should put it up whe! n you're done.
26. Don't tell us how cute your ex-boyfriend was. That doesn't turn us on.
27. Always remember: The way to a guys heart is through his stomach... and maybe... oh nevermind.
28. NEVER ask us to kiss other guys. You might be that comfy with your friends, but to us it's just wrong.
29. We always notice how funny it is after your rip out our heart, stick it down our throat, and still want to be friends.
30. And last but not least: We know you're not always right, but we'll pretend like you are anyway...

Surviving the week

I am really stretched out…..past two days I been running to Klang and back all because I did not manage to do it last weekend, rites, obligations, commitments and a few pre deepavali stuff to be done….

On my way to work Friday was another early shuttle from Klang to KL taking all my office Deepavali order…as I got down in Sentral they were shooting Malaysia Hari Iin for TV3 live from KL Sentral. It was nice to see what the hosts do on air and off air.

Terrible day at drilled left and right lots of good and bad too. My boss gave me a quirky comment “You have a great personality and great objectives but you lack enthusiasm and plans to realize the objective” brought my in to question my self…have I gone into a slump….. well the holidays will tell….

Too much of a burden to carry too much of a responsibility to shoulder I making excuses or am I trying to see where the problem lies… push come to shove time to prove people wrong or prove they are right

On the footnote…m sad a fren of mine has stopped blogging coz someone wanted ot use the material against them

SAD for the blogger ..I hope you will come back to blogging

Another footnote….every time I am out of town that’s when the gang plan a beach club gathering….grrr I get you all soon hehehe have fun be safe

Thursday, October 27, 2005

An anecdote dedicated to MP Badruddin Amiruldin who still chooses to use the word Keling

Thanks jeff oooi

Five surgeons are discussing who has the best patients to operate on.

The first surgeon says, "I like to see accountants on my operating table because when you open them up, everything inside is numbered."

The second responds, "Yeah, but you should try electricians! Everything inside them is color coded."

The third surgeon says, "No, I really think librarians are the best; everything inside them is in alphabetical order."

The fourth surgeon chimes in: "You know, I like construction workers. Those guys always understand when you have a few parts left over at the end, and when the job takes longer than you said it would."

But the fifth surgeon shut them all up when he observed: "You're all wrong. Politicians are the easiest to operate on. There's no guts, no heart, no balls, no brains and no spine, and the head and the
ass are interchangeable."

Where did the week go

Wow its already thursday!!! Just cant help feeling time flying by. Where did it go? Feel like I was just staring into Monday...and not Thursday....hmmmmm something wrong somewhere

Firstly Happy Anniversary Buang!!! Amazing how time flies and lo behold ur reaching at milestone. I wish for nothing but the best for you.

The weekend coming and a long break in due I got a few projects of myself I need to clear.

To all of you happy holidays and Happy Celcbrating you own respective festive celebrations.

Be safe

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Buka Puasa- 2005 - CORPORATE LEVEL

The company organized an official buka puasa gathering, I was involved in the organization. We sent out invitations to about OVER 300people. I can never understand Malaysians' tendency to not answer RSVPs (this include sometimes frens - frus betul) and would expect us to follow up with them instead. Some invitees were cool enough to confirm their attendance. But some maybe hundreds over other invitees did not get back to me... I guess due to their busy designations (Or maybe it was only because of their designation... what's the deal with that?)

It was held in Santini in KLCC

The food was good. There was nasi minyak and beef rendang served and there was westers mmmmmm worth the duit (what duit it FREE!!!!) so there I was like a chaperon welcoming them introducing them yada yada.
so I went for big chunks of the roasted lamb, ayam/kambing masak merah, kicap daging hu la la
beef kerabu, fried ladies' fingers and soup and down it with sugar cane, soya and end with Teh Tarik and

I had to do all this while entertaining guest ( another coy way to do business)



Thursday, October 20, 2005

A Great LADY!!! now no more

Al Fatihah

Prime Minister's wife dies of Breast Cancer:
The Prime Minister's wife, Endon Mahmood, has returned to Rahmatullah at 07:55hr this morning. My deepest condolences to Pak Lah and his family. As a mark of respect, there won't be any new blog entries till the weekend is out.

Take the time to go and read about cancer


Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Corporate Raya Cards 3500 pcs of them


Imagine slogging through work to complete raya cards for 5 companies which will include creating a mailing list from scratch, correlating and checking to avoid hair gonna turn white and of all the days Bisik is rocking tonight

Will be another buka puasa in the office


Well one Nicol David!!!!

A Girl worth calling a CHAMPION

Malaysia's Nicol David has completed her conquest in the prestigious British Open squash championships.

A winner in all the age-group tournaments of the championships, Nicol claimed the womenÂ’s crown in style at the National Squash Centre in Manchester on Monday night.
It was her eighth title on the Women's International Squash Players' Association (Wispa) circuit since turning professional in 2000. Nicol made a stunning entry into the British Open in 1996, winning the girlÂ’s Under-14 crown. She retained the title the following year and went on to claim the Under-16 title in 1998. Early in 1999, she emerged as the Under-17 champion and at the end of the year, took the Under-19 title.

Time after time and unspoiled by fame and fortune she continues to persist and persevere

well done girl

Monday, October 17, 2005

2 feet on the ground

M Back!!!!!!!!!!

Well a week away what a weeks its been, coping with a trip to Goa the loss of loved ones, airplanes skidding off the runaway and an earthquake.

Snuck into work today trying to get the engine going again got to collect my car damm!!! an 800 ringgit bill. I wonder what the heck the mechanic did to the car, maybe he changed it into Alfa. There goes me budget with road tax and insurance for 2 cars up this month god only know who I am gonna survive…better not disturb god for that

Time is flying so fast and already 2nd week into Ramadan, busy sending out corporate cards then got buka puasa functions to do argghhhhhh

I need a vacation (already had one now want more hahaha)

I got to update my blog with my trip to Goa the old man crashing, my topsy turvy flight schedule and my week ahead

coming soon my footprints in Goa

for now i think this would put a smile on ur face

The old lady and her condom.
Two old ladies were outside their nursing home, having a smoke, when it started to rain. One of the ladies pulled out a condom, cut off the end, put it over her cigarette, and continued smoking.Lady 1: "What's that?"Lady 2: "A condom. This way my cigarette doesn't get wet."Lady 1: "Where did you get it?"Lady 2: "You can get them at any drugstore.

"The next day, Lady 1 hobbles herself into the local drugstore and announces to the pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms. The guy, obviously embarrassed, looks at her strangely (she is, after all, over 80 years old), but very delicately asks what brand she prefers."Doesn't matter son, as long as it fits a Camel."

The pharmacist fainted


Saturday, October 15, 2005

In todays TheStar - ...A bad boy ALL A GIRL WANTS IS...with TRISHA RAJAH

In todays TheStar

What you think

Saturday October 15, 2005


Before I cause a furore, let me qualify that. When I say Bad Boy, I don’t mean rude boy, obnoxious boy or cad. This bad boy is not the boor who strolls by when you’re struggling with grocery bags at the Bangsar Shopping Complex. Neither is he the oaf who stomps on your RM380 Aldo shoes as he shoves past you to get into the office elevator.

No, the Bad Boy I’m referring to is too charming for that. In fact, as many a broken-hearted girl will attest, he’s just a little too charming. I’m talking about the other kind of Bad Boy. You know the type – the ones who have a streak of James Dean in them.

He’s a bit of a rule breaker, a bit of a rebel (with or without a cause), and if a girl is really lucky, he’s got that brooding, sexy look going as well.

The thing is, us girls are doomed. We say we’re on the lookout for that elusive Good Guy who, for all intents and purposes, seems to be extinct anyway. In reality, we want what’s not so good for us: the guy who makes you think twice before you take him home to meet mum and dad.

I’m convinced that’s why Denzel Washington won the Oscar for Training Day and not The Preacher’s Wife. Every single woman on the Academy (and some of the men) willingly fell for his bad boy turn.

In university, I had a boyfriend who never forgot a birthday, was always on time, agreed with me on most things and was an unfailing gentleman. Then I met a guy who drove fast, loved to party, told the most racy jokes and screeched to a halt outside my gate with Bad to the Bone blaring from the car stereo.

Guess who I ended up with?

We girls find bad boys to be oh-so-good – but for all the wrong reasons. They are so against the rules and let’s face it, everyone wants to break the rules. That’s why we sometimes drive like the speed limit is merely a suggestion. The bad boy dazzles with that devil-may-care glint in his eyes, and we girls are instantly mesmerised.

The lethal lure of the bad boy is that you can have him for a little while but you can never quite keep him, and this only makes us want him more. He’s his own man and he’s not about to change for anyone. His “no promises and no regrets” approach may not be a good thing but we can’t help but be smitten by it.

When the romance ends, which it inevitably does with all these bad boy types, we cry into our copy of He’s Just Not That Into You, rant about our gullibility to our girlfriends and swear that we’ll never date a bad boy again. Until the next irresistible rascal rolls up, that is.

Compare this with the average Good Guy. If a bad boy is a Harley, then a good guy is a Volvo – stable, trustworthy and great for the whole family.

You won’t have to wonder where the good guy is and who he’s with, because he’d let you know in advance. His handphone is always switched on because he wouldn’t want you to worry. It all sounds nice and predictable but who wants predictable, right?

Does this mean that good guys are never going to get the girl?

Before all those nice boys out there start jumping on bikes and turning off their phones, let me say this. The reason girls seek out a good guy is because we know instinctively that good guys make good friends/boyfriends/husbands and, if the day ever comes, good fathers.

After a mountain of discarded tissues drenched in tears, we do eventually realise that bad boys can be bad news.

I married my “bad” boy only after I discovered that he was actually a lamb in wolf’s clothing. He’s just as contented to stay home and watch HBO as go out and party the night away.

The truth is, there’s a little good and bad in all of us. It’s all about balancing it just right. It’s about being nice, not boring; exhilarating, not deadly. Bad boys are great for a lark but deep down we know that we’ll never stay happy with the James Deans of the world (no matter how much we wish we could!).

So, there is hope for the good guys, after all. Nice guys may finish last sometimes, but in the end the best man always wins. W

Interesting Read

picked it up off the net

An old man lay dying in his bed

...An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's agony, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands. With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven: there, spread out upon newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted; the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth; seemingly bringing him back to life. The aged and withered hand, shockingly made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife. 'Stay out of those,' she said, 'they're for the funeral.'

Friday, October 14, 2005

He died

The old man died last night. He had been battling death. He fought hard, but sometimes you just can't overcome and I lovde him very much a fact now that matters no more. WE all have out differences and out splits but death is inevitable

Fathers and sons have a special bond. It's not always a harmonious one. My father and I have done battle. Oh boy have we done battles, we have been very distant and very close. About a year and a half ago, I realize that I had not been being fair to him. I had chosen to listen to him as a person that he really wasn't but then again I really did not know who he is. A person the locks you out.

I never open to society who my family is or my life or my past a choice I chooose to block out coz its not worth discusing but I amaze me self how much I open my self up in my blog.

Coming to Grips with a Loss
No one is ever ready for a loss. No matter how we prepare, the death of a loved one is a savage blow that changes our lives forever. There is no remedy for it. There are, however, ways to live through it—ways to pull oneself together and, eventually, go on with life. Grief is not a state of being, but a process—the physical, psychological, and emotional rebuilding that follows a loss. There can be no quick fix; mourning a great loss can go on for months or years. But with time and attention, even this deepest of psychic wounds can ultimately be healed.

Now I'm sitting as I type this it's 12:04 pm on Friday, Oct 14th so far away here . You had to notice he was a man who never presented emotions. He was a man of action, would help the world, would scarifice his soul and get hurt in the preocess but he would go to the end of the earth to help his frens. His actions often reflect what he was about. He was sometimes a hard man to get to know, but it was very worth it. Maybe like a fren said EGO

My time with him is over, asking is all that needed to be said was said. His children are here, and his grandchildren all have been with him. He's had a full life. He has loved, and he is loved. and his body went down fighting. It's a hard thing to wait for. He's was in good health, except for this trophies from 50 years of smoking and drinking lol. It seems senseless, but at the same time it just is. Things like this happen. Live begins, happens, and ends. It's the natural order.

Time to move on. One chapter closed

Friday, October 07, 2005


well the time has come for me to leave heheh (if there is not blogging there)

I am going to leave for GOA hubba hubba time to hop into the place and fly fly away...lets see what this adventure brings me

All my bags are packed
I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

But the dawn is breakin'
It's early morn
The taxi's waitin'
He's blowin' his horn
Already i'm so lonesome
I could die
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

¡®cause i'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when i'll be back again

Now i got to find someone to sing it to hehehe


Thursday, October 06, 2005

Dying - he is

Joseph Finley: [to Alma] They say if we go with them, we'll live forever. And that's good. It's probably going to take you an eternity to forgive me...

The old man grows weaker and more battling age…refusing to return home…my mind is filled with mixed emotion and the heart…that’s ice cold…why? Dun know? They admitted him in a hospital and my cousin docs spoke over there to the docs tendering him. You cant fight old age. Dats true

I ask you …If you know you gonna die, can you decide where you want to die? How you want to die? He want to die on the ground he grew up...under the tree he played under.....the smell of the soil he walked on...what right do I have to say no

Everybody dies.
I just read an article over the net about flu vaccinations coming out next month for the upcoming flu season. The article mentions that about 36,000 Americans will die this year, as they do pretty much every year, from the flu. Where’s the multi-billion dollar effort in public health improvements to mitigate the loss of life from the flu? “Ah,? you say, “You poor deluded fool, those are natural deaths. Nothing we can do abut that.

Regrettable and all that, but it’s not the same thing as terrorism!?
What is natural death? Is it not dying of old age an natural death.....
I grow tired of mentioning that about thousands that will die in automobile accidents this year. About humans that will be murdered by other humans this year. And about that same number of humans that will kill themselves. Somehow that all just seems to be part of the cost of doing business to everyone except the people who loved them.

Everybody gets to die. Not everybody gets to choose how or when, except perhaps for those poor, desperate 16 thousand that take their own lives, but everybody gets to die. Not everybody gets to live. Not when they choose to live their lives in fear.

Dying is easy. Living is hard. Everybody gets to die. Not everybody gets to live. There’s a danger in paying so much attention to the deaths of a relative few, however horrifying, that we lose sight of what it means to live. There’s more to life than the fear of death. There’s more to living than trying to protect yourself by killing others; or endorsing and supporting the killing of others. Living in fear makes people do terrible things, and no one is immune to that - not “them,? not “us.? But living is hard. Living life in faith is harder still.

I’ve been trying to write a post on how not choosing to die is not the same as choosing to live. It reflects much of what’s been going on in my life, and the lives of my family; Many people have a hard time to realize that yes indeed they will pass on some day. (I personaly try not to think about it) and by doing this it gives me a chance to focus on how to make the best of my self and live to experience as much as possible. honestly I wish that more of you would feel this way!! and just remember:

“Do not fear death; rather the inadequate life.”

Appreciating the Fear of Friendship

Appreciating the Fear of Friendship
Ryan Corkum

True friendship is a gracious virtue and a common rarity. It is a blessing that one both questions and appreciates. When foreign blood can touch our emotions so deeply that we can call that blood our own, and accept it without hesitation, then that is the day when our world will become unified. There are so many people who have stood by and watched as foreign blood flowed past them. Standing with their feet glued to the ground, with their knees knocking, wishing they could gamble on such an uncertain reciprocation. To find true friendship then one must be willing to remove his anchors from their safe harbors, and allow themselves to be swept away by the sheer magnitude of their own faith. There are so few that will surcome to bending their knees in fear that the person they reach their hand towards, will not be standing there when they open their eyes.

I do not pity the masses of the cultivated afraid for their denial that such a thing as unconditional loyalty can exist, but I do >condone them. They will stand by for the rest of their lives gazing behind their plate-glass windows and huddled in their boxes marked fragile, full of jealousy, full of fear. They will watch with a convicted wonderment as people who they assume to be weak themselves, seemingly follow others with a blindness that can only accompany an emotion as powerful as love, or to them, stupidity. These people will never know the meanings of such terms as "second father" or "brother from a different mother", rather they will continually scowl with contempt in our direction, as we in turn smile politely.



Wake up in the morning the other day to read Another Bali bombing. Hell!!!

Over dinner on prime time new comes an amateur clip of people having dinner then BANG!!! a moment of smile and fun turn to a trajedy. WTF did this people to to them

What the fuck is wrong with these people??!!

Is it the feeling of power when you know hundreds of lives are in your hands or is it (wrongly) trying to seek justice for your religion ? I'm not even a Muslim and I sure as hell KNOW that the Al-Quran doesn't sing verses of murder.



Angels With Broken Wings
Alice Shiels
10 July 2002
Angels with broken wings are still angels. They rest their tattered bodies on olive branches and fig leaves, staring at the sun. Until one day, the sun becomes hidden by the clouds... Then, while all the people within the realm of the reality that we know find solace in the warmth of their homes, protected from the cold, the angel remains outside whipped and beaten by the storm. Everyone feels sorry for her until the rain stops, and they realize her beautiful wet wings glisten even more in the sunlight after they have survived the abuses of nature... Their empathy turns to jealousy, and the wrath of their fiery eyes is too much for our poor wet angel to withstand... Too bad she's beautiful...

Jnr Vadai 1st Concert

What guides us is children's response, their joy in learning to dance, to sing, to live together. It should be a guide to the whole world.

Oct 1

Small Vadai was in the think of action in his concert not to brag but that vadai was leading the sequence and a roar when kids fall over themself to outperform each other, then you have the side line coaching by parent lol...I was not sure who were the children the parents or the kids themselves

The theme of the concert was Aladdin searching for his wife and Jnr vadai had one performance, it was lovely to see kids act in these things, as they are unbashful but almost peeing in their pants and dun bother what mistakes they made but he was the land of the jungle and so on he went.

Kids were having fun, having their faces painted, teachers trying to control them a real kodak moment. Jnr vadai was jnr vadai, what else can I say, see the pics la hehehe


"One hundred years from now, it will not matter what my bank account was, how big my house was, or what kind of car I drove. But the world may be a little better, because I was important in the life of a child."

My absence

Firstly I been so tied up witht the many things in my life that its so difficult ot cop and focus, you would have noticed my absence form blogging.

I thank my cousins and most importantly to dear fren whose shoulder I have been able to rest on there was a time in mid week it got me really down.

Thank you