the compassion of things

Compassion is a funny thing.

We feel compassion for people in war-torn countries, those in poverty etc etc.

And then there's a different kind of compassion.

One that is fueled by post a negative event(s)/circumstance(s).

For example,

We can feel compassion for friends who take things for granted all the time and one day realise that they don't have any more friends. ( ITYS!! but then again you feel sorry for them)

We feel compassion, for that crazy guy at open air who harresses people for small change only to sit down beside you and order a bowl of kolo mee, siobee and a glass of soya milk (What the &@#*!) with all the loose change he has collected from us pansies alike and then walking away aimlessly and oh so kesianly. (aduh kesian...)

Or that piece of shit guy who cheated on you only to get AIDS (actually.. that might make me feel good.. and want to get tested)

Or that dog to whom you threw your last and oh so precious piece of char siew to only to have him ignore it but gets his tail stepped on shortly after. (aww...poor doggie)

Maybe we need to feel that we have been cheated or have lost something before we can feel compassion towards the subject matter.

Has somebody pissed you off today?

Have you been taken for granted today?

Were you cheated by someone today?

Have you been hurt/ disappointed at/in somebody for a long time?

Well its called karma baby! and its gonna come back to bite some asses!

I have a feeling you're going to be feeling real compassionate sometime soon!

the big 2-2

It seemed like yesterday when I was flipping through my date book noting that my birthday (in 10 months) was going to be on a Saturday.. like that can celebrate on Friday night hoh?

Yesterday, was that Friday.

Along with my eyebags similar in size and color to Egyptian dates, 9 friends and I had dinner before stopping by two bars and finally settling at our fourth stop of the night; the all new and improved Oregano restaurant located at Jalan Central.

Dinner was excellent. The perfect balance of good food, good company and good conversation.

We have also concluded that there is nothing to do in Kuching at night after a big meal except to have a couple of drinks. So a couple of drinks did we have.

The atmosphere at Oregano was obviously alcohol-driven, but that doesn't mean that the Cheekee Monyets can only get along while intoxicated... right? right??

Turning twenty two doesn't scare me. The pre-mature wrinkles might.

But while the nightlife and unhealthy habits have held my hand every time I've been scared to enter a room, I often look around for familiar faces, and seek comfort as do I start to recognize them around me, unraveling in all that seems dark yet intriguing.

And yes; the unhealthy habits have got to go, Vicky.

Thank you unraveling familiar faces in the darkness that I know and love!

Thank you everyone for the wonderful presents, your company and your well-wishes!

I am truly blessed.

twenteee twooooooo

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MINE MINE PINK PINK MINE MINE

Wah.. so long haven't written anything..

been mega busy with the usual tests, exams and assignments.. so far so good people!

Anyway, it's been quite awhile but I thought I'd put in a post to commemorate an early birthday present....a pink Nintendo DS from Tajang sweets!~

Wah... cantiknya the colour! and the console is so interactive! better than the PSP if you ask me.. battery lasts longer.. you can talk to it.. blow into it.. touch screen it.. joystick it.. WAHHH... the possibilities are ENDLESS!~

and I no longer have any need to visit Hock Lee centre because I've got my Taiko Drum Master game on DS which you play with TWO styllusses!

Woohoo!!

You just hold the stylluses, one in each hand as if they were drum sticks and pound away to the likes of Flight of the Bumblebee, Super Mario theme etc..

I'm still looking into how to unlock new songs cause the game is somoa in Jepun language .

Also there's this coolio hospital game where you conduct surgeries. Kudos to Sophia for passing that bitchy stage.. HELL YEAH!!! It's called Trauma Centre.

See.. you follow the instructions given by the nurse (sometimes she can get quite loso) and conduct the surgery. Sometimes she doesn't know better also.. and she might doubt your surgical instincts.. but what does she know right? she's just a hentai-looking nurse. and she apologizes profusely in the end anyway. Her name is Angie by the way.

Anyway, these are just some of the games I managed to download off the internet thanks to my wonderful R4 Chip which allows you to store games in a memory card because DS games are too expensive to buy in our part of the world with our weak RM.. how to compete?! haiya..

ooo.. ultimate attraction thats got EVERYONE and I mean EVERYONE shouting 1234!!!!!! (the name of my beagle is 1234) COME HERE!!! into the microphone.. NINTENDOGS!

Can touch touch, play play with the little bugger..

can teach it/them (yes you can beli/adopt more than one!) tricks, participate in competitions etc etc..

kewtnye.. and then you have to call into the microphone to make it come.. or say commands to teach it stuff.

Wah... good for destressing.. also got other games to increase brain power, brain activity.. etc

still in the process of tinkering with it.. haven't had much time over the last couple of weeks... but on every occasion possible it makes an anti-social out of anyone handling it.

and P.S.I think Ive converted 3 people to date into wanting one like REALLY badly!

till you get yours.. I'll be enjoying mine!!

Thanks Hon

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