tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26557948871872337432012-02-16T19:01:08.887ZNo aliases, seriously.Affendi Ariffinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933593910584960058noreply@blogger.comBlogger341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655794887187233743.post-46445478746023914332009-05-08T21:25:00.001+01:002009-05-08T21:31:54.066+01:00

Good evening Miss Rin. I take it you are still confining yourself to your room, since this voicemail is the only avenue left for me to reach you. The events of yesterday must’ve been devastating and I suspect it will take some time before you’ll be back on your feet. Make no mistake; I have designed the circumstances precisely so you can never return to your usual self. You have every right to

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I have a buddy who says no to everything I do. If I can somehow convince this rock headed twit to agree with me, the rest of the universe should be easy enough.

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I'd like to draw some parallels with the problem at hand, so let's first take a look at what happened to the banks. For most of us layman, the financial system is a beast too complicated to comprehend, let alone understand. So much so that this latest crisis seemed to sprung up for no apparent reason, caused by "some greedy bastards somewhere" and woe betide us poor civilians from the fallout of

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With the exam period over and done with, I decided to gamble with a little game of coin toss. Heads, I'll go to this ‘leadership’ camp everyone was fussing about. Tails, I'll pretend I never knew anything about it in the first place. If you are out there somewhere, then curse you lady luck! I was packing my luggage and on the train to Birmingham within the hour. Turned out I was four hours late,

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Dr Fiction, help me please! What seems to be the problem? About this work we are supposed to do, I managed to get it done till about this point, but then I can't seem to connect these two sections together. It's like there is a missing link I'm supposed to know about. What do you think? Oh, congratulations, you are right! There is a missing link in your work, once you figure that out, it

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This story took place on Christmas eve, at a time when the largest city in Norway became as eerie and silent as a ghost town. The wind was billowing from the sea and we clutch our coats and scarves as tightly as we could to keep out the unbearable chill. It couldn’t have been any later than six in the evening, yet everything not near or under a streetlamp were already completely pitch black.

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I thought about this in biology class, which you can tell I wasn’t paying attention to. Must have looked pretty silly smiling on my own while these vague things like Steady State and Inhibitors were floating around the room. But hey! I have more important things to worry about in lectures, so the logic process I have devised goes on something like this: If I want to: Learn about life + Seek

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Man, I just have to finish this quick. A couple more hours and it will mean I haven't made a post for almost a month. I have read more books this past few weeks than I have had in the whole of last year and by God, now I feel so naive. I have tons of new things to write about, but in retrospect, for each one of those topics, I really have no idea. All of a sudden, acting like a know-it-all seems

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I have a complaint and it's interesting. Ever heard of an interesting complaint before? No? Then read on, my friend. First, consider this: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Excerpt from a fictitious lecture, by Dr I. M. Fiction "........and next we move on to the Bla-Bla equation (also known as the

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Another term starts, another series of posts... Summer? Man, was it dull, and the gloomiest August since records began didn’t helped either. In fact, it ruined my plans for a nice day out more than few times, thanks to this accursed British weather! That, and the fact that I woke up in the late afternoon on most days. Before I knew it, I’ve finished reading seven books, that’s a bloody record,

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Warning: This entry leans a bit heavily to the intellectual side, so if you are by-principal-opposed-to these kinds of things, sto..... Nah, I have a feeling you're going to read on anyway. It's long, but I assure you I have a valid point to be made.   "So, that makes you a United fan, ain' it?!" my acquaintance proudly proclaimed. "Urm... no" said I. I told him I was instructed to be rooting

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Ah... the feeling of having your dreams fulfilled: Elation, Contentment... Happiness. I remembered having a crazy obsession with Chapatti a couple of years ago. It got so bad I had to practically bribe people so I can eat it every weekend. Needless to say, some people got wind of this and slyly tricked me into accompanying them on their annoyingly lengthy shopping trips. Sigh, I felt so used...

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I've just noticed. Hmm... this is going to have implications. .................................................................................... At a time when a lot of bloggers are paranoid about being anonymous, it seems I have made a mistake by stepping in the wrong direction. It wasn't intentional, I tell you. Being "young" at the time, I was pondering over suitable blog names and picking

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Have you ever considered that cats may have already succeeded in enslaving the human race? Think about it. We provide them food, shelter, comfort and attention... and all we ever got in return was poop. Unlike dogs, owning cats serves no function whatsoever. We have been lorded over by these arrogant, disdainful creatures for thousands of years now!  How did we ever  let them walk all over us

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(Part 1) This is as corny as it gets. Such it is so, my friend was shocked when I told him. He probably thought I was a joking, and quite possibly at the time, I really was. Months later, lacking anything productive to do during the holidays,I decided to spend my free time contemplating the phrase over instead. It grants me of all things; a great epiphany! What do you really have to do to have

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Let me start by telling you something interesting. By virtue of coincidence, I was once placed in a class where everyone else is at least two years my senior. As you might imagine, this resulted in me being the victim of some severe cases of bullying. Thinking back, a 13-year old can have a very high pain threshold. He could fell from a tree, burnt his finger or have scrapes all over and still

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The rain platters relentlessly on her head as she made her way along the lonely path. She had walked aimlessly for almost an hour now, with no idea why... other than this great compelling to do so. After all, what else had she had left to do? She sighed at herself. How the mighty have fallen.The new wave she was once called... that was not even long ago. The talented mastermind, the great

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Let's discuss the concept of the absolute. By common sense, only one can be the absolute right? Only one can be considered the very best, or worst. Is common sense correct? It's easy if the absolute happens to be measurable. Apparently, if we are to consider the best molecule is the lightest one, then hydrogen is the absolute. Sadly enough, this is rarely the case. What about importance, appeal

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It's raining in the middle of the night again, and there's a gaping hole in the window to boot. Just my luck... Should I wait a little bit more?... No. I'll be the one calling tonight.   Tuut…tuut…tuut… -click-   Hello Alice, How's Lin? Not too well... with her, only time will tell. So... another failure huh? You pushed her too far. I had to, it was necessary. She was a good lawyer, good

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The door opened and she limped in. Her eyes were bloodshot, with tear streaks obvious on her cheeks. Haggard, fragile and pathetic, a far cry from the same woman I saw yesterday. She noticed me and bowed her head down, but my gaze was locked on her still. Not even bothering to remove her shoes, she slouched her way onto the sofa. There she slumped, and stared at the ceiling fan with great

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Alone in the tube, clasping hot cocoa in cold December.Numbed from exhaustion, soothing music brought me silent memories.Thoughts obscured, I gazed into the dark.The tunnel, pitch black, yet eerily compelling. I stepped closer.It began to rumble, ever so slightly. Then it grew.Louder… and faster… and closer…Headlights bright upon me, the dark erupted in a blur of colors!The great beast growled

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Democracy works because a wide spectrum of opinions becomes collected from individual votes. Those individuals have their own selfish reasons at heart. That is how it is, and how it should be. When a single person makes a selfish decision, it is called dictatorship. When you collect numerous selfish decisions, it is called a consensus. That is democracy. It is blind, deaf, and numb. Oblivious to

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My first entry in a while, but not because of lack of trying. There are a lot of unfinished articles in here, but none I deemed worth posting.This one is. This one, I feel so strongly about, I made sure it’s finished the night it was started.Progress is built on ideas.Economics, engineering, the arts and literature, aren’t all these ideas to begin with? Ideas, which were pondered upon, studied,

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Maybe I should start writing a book. It should be called “The Role of Parents in Accidents”.Son, follow me to pick your mother up at Senai tonight.Uhh… ok, what time?Now. We have to be there at 10.30, which means we are late. Go get ready.……………………………………………………………………………We WERE late, obviously. But then again, you really can appreciate the genius of my father’s plan. He even forced me to drive,

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Ah… Tioman. The sun, the sand, the sea... and the salt! and the silt! GOD! A legacy of which is left in this painful blister in my mouth (It has yet to heal). A circumstance of which, by freak of nature, brings us thunderstorms instead of the sunny warmth of July. A memory of which, makes me think of a lot about…. what if someday, I become a fisherman?…………………………………………………………………………………Who am I

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Imagine that our beloved planet earth is just one big batch reactor. Thus, every creation inside it’s belly is part of mind-boggling mishmash of reactions, the end effect constantly being in equilibrium.Still remember Le Chartelier’s Principle? It goes like this: When a disturbance is introduced to a system in equilibrium, the equilibrium point will shift as to remove the source of the

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Part 2 of a series of … ahem, 'lectures' on achieving your dreamsA very big drawback which prevents people from achieving 'it' (refer Part 1) is cash. Plain and simple, money is the determining factor that'll dictate the outcome of even our best laid plans. The problem is, as our lives improve, so too will our lists of liabilities (people wanting some of our cash). This means that a high flying

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Our 20's is the era which determines the rest of our lives. Based on my observation of the average Malaysian student, I can paint a pretty good picture on what's gonna happen to us after we graduate:-Get a degree à Get a job à Get Married à Have Kids àPay Debts à Grow Old à Die of old ageWell, depending on your luck, the order can get a bit scrambled. People can have kids (unintentionally) before

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"Why Mr. Gump? Why are you doing this?""I just felt like running."Let me tell you a story about a running man.He wakes up at dawn, eats his breakfast, then settles his business with God.He takes an ice-cold shower, puts on his gear, and stares intently at the sunrise.The running man looks at his most treasured (material) possession: - NIKE AIRMAX, and said:-Nothing motivates you more than losing

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I’m a nice guy. Let’s establish that first and foremost, just so you won’t get any funny ideas at the end of this blog. A nice guy on a boring day can think of the most unthinkable of things sometimes.Everyone has something which they grasp dearest. The thing which holds our resolve together, though most of the time, we never realize it. The most evil act you can do to a man is to make him break

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I have visited a place that is very special in its views of morality. This place showed me two sides of a perpetually spinning coin, always on the edge of collapse, always on the verge of one side triumphing over the other.On one side, people who revolve their lives around merriment. As if life is all about the fulfillment of their desires. Each day, they work and they sweat and they fight, all

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What does morality means to me? Is it when I become righteous when my religion demands it? Or is it when I help a friend, knowing there will come a time when I need help in return? Is morality different for each of us, subject to our different faiths, experiences and backgrounds? It is an indubitable fact: - For most of us, morality is defined by religion. What we are taught of by our teachers is

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Man, look at all these hot shots! Here they are, in their suits and their ties and their shining shoes, going for interviews and stuff. This career fair must’ve been some very serious stuff! Wait, that guy even bought his mommy along!Then again, here am I, in a cheap jacket and a cheap scarf and yeah, dirty shoes. I even got here cheaply, resulting in a whiplash that still won’t go away even as I

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I talked to someone the other day, a man whom I saw all the time but never noticed. He puts his efforts and his dreams in something redundant. He does what he wants to do instead of what he needs to.Unnecessary. That’s what he is, but later I thought, I was wrong.Who am I to judge him? We are bound by different rules, came from different circumstances, driven by different purposes. What he

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