the entry of the bad season

I'm having a lil bit of meltdown. I think it's the holiday season. I'm having a terrible jolly bad time.

I need to find something to do. Maybe Julia Child or the Golden Book Of Chocolate will help me.

The entry with the runaway bride

It never happened. There was no runaway bride ala Julia Roberts. It's just pure wildest imagination from Kojack land! In kojack land, surreal, strangest things just happen - being forced by the Vice-Principal of Kranji Sec to marry a faceless girl for screwing up the school song; toes bitten off by big fat rats; fighting against the Orcs alongside Gandalf; slapped by kittens; swirling down the slippery slide in Enid Blyton's The Faraway Tree. I love Kojack Land!

Can you hear it? Wedding bells are ringing today, 19 Dec 2009, for my best friend yatee! Wootz wootz! She was a beautiful bride. We've grown so much. Happy for both of you! May you have all the blessings in your marriage!

That is the last and it marks the end of weddings I'm attending for the year 2009. As much as I'm happy for the wedding couples, weddings are depressing to me. I'm a single lad. So all you singles out there, as Beyonce sings it, if you like me, put a ring on it!

But I don't believe in a metal band wrapped around my finger could bring me lifetime happiness. I am not interested in marriage. My friend thinks I'm one who won't see myself getting married. I suppose to find happiness, you dun need to be married. As long as you're contented. Why married and tied down handicapped, when things could be freer?

We're empty vessels. We are meant to fill up emptiness. But who says there was a limit to the emptiness? Blink.

Now anyone wants to date me?

the entry of the misery and company

we are non-solitary creatures. we seek company. we always love company. we need company.

Misery loves company. We are misery. A pain, distress, wretchedness of condition. Miserable souls too caught up by the future, planning it, forgetiing the reality, the life we are living in now. We are hastily pulling out tricks in our attempts building and securing relationships with strangers around us that we have forgotten who we are, and how we appear in the eyes of others.

Misery. Will she ever realize that company is not fond of her?

BUSTED

BUSTED!

Seems like the boys and girls have found it. Hats off to these sneaky Sherlock Holmes detectives. Unfortunately, the blog has no juicy stuffs leaking out about him. You will need the people from the Sun or Mirror to get any of those details.

Nevertheless, he won't disappoint you. He may leave hints about himself along the way if you wait long enough. It may be forever, but good things will always come to those who waits!

xoxo
Kojack

The entry of the fiery fiesty fierce FLY! *Piak!*

Have you noticed that advertisements currently make up 3/4 of the pages in a newspaper? Despite that, I'm not here to complain. Instead, I *HEART* advertisements! They'll tell you the biggest offers, discounts and sales out there to look out for, the cheapest travel destinations to plan out for, or the current events I should be heading or looking out for in the week. Advertisement shapes my life!


But some advertisements just rub us the wrong way. Welcome Firefly! The new budget carriers to enter the rapidly increasing budget aviatory industry. It is the first budget carrier that flies you from Singapore to the lesser known, or smaller states and cities in Malaysia. Hence, in the effort to establish and inform travellers of their special routes, the marketing team in Firely came out with these:

Come explore the BACKyard of Malaysia!

And to captivate the attention of short getaway travellers, the brilliant team had yet did it again, only F.I.E.R.C.E.R and desperate?

Who needs a QUICKIE? I'm sure their flight attendants are fully trained in that, as the ad suggested. Guaranteed, by the end of the flight, you'll be beaming like a fireFLY.

Firstly, to brand yourself Firefly only lands you in the belly of a Venus flytrap! It's rather believable if it was a comic character. Secondly, it is understood that the market of budget carrier is obviously stiff. A fresh player must be able to know how to pull strings to be on par with the seniors. However, I certainly objected the idea of using sexual connotations and imageries to boost sales of Air tickets. It only translates to signs of desperation or lack of creative and professional marketing strategies. It'll only end up as a joke.

Coincidentally, flight mishaps have been rampant lately. Travellers, will rather trust their flight in the hands of a serious player and not a flight with suggestive, sleazy air cabin crews who are more interested in quickies and shoving their backyards.

The entry of the Angsa

Something funny happened today while in the lift with my sis.

umar: (Sings)...Potong bebek angsa, masak di kuali..eh what's the next line?

shida: Nyonya masak laksa, laksa jadi kari. Mamak di kanan, mamak di kiri, na na na na na.

umar: WAHAHAHAHAHA! Are you sure that's the correct lyrics?

shida: yeaaaah??

CRAP! Whatever happen to the laksa man! What went wrong? Nyonya must be cooking in the wrong town - Little India. Must have mistaken Curry Leaves as daun Pudina.

Anyhoos, in the light of the things that transcended the past week, I had burnt myself by swimming under the hot noon sun and I screwed up my quality english test which apparently is a pre-requisite requirement set by the university. This is to gauge the standard of English of non-GP takers. I personally find it insulting.

Futhermore, I thought it was unjustified to torture us under pressure to write an essay of media violence on the spot without any reference or research in hand. And blimey, the brain is too rusty to pen an essay after two long year hiatus serving National Service.

The fate of my test is still rather obscure. Have to wait a weeks time for the results. Till then, I'm off to screw up my life furthermore.

The entry of the peasant.

I'm very contented with what I have and how I lead my life. My parents have to be thanked for their strong parental guidance raising me up.

I am able to live without the glamour, car, booze, money, clubs and socialite friends. And I wouldn't want to trade what I have now for those.

I'm very comfortable being the peasant among the rich rebels in my school. I won't fret if I couldn't afford what they could. Nor will I be green about their wealth. Moreover, nor will I loathe their lifestyle or the person he is.

It'll just make me a better, stronger, driven peasant!