How do you measure your days?

SIXTY!!!

2009-02-15T02:33:00.001-08:00

THE CHICKEN COUNT HAS OFFICIALLY REACHED SIXTY. Y=( ^ O ^ )=Y.

(sorry, insider joke)

2009-01-16T21:10:00.001-08:00

Don't expect much up here till (at least) March 10. You've been warned.

But for those who want to know how my life is going...

On Singapore:

"So long ago I don't remember when

That's when they say I lost my only friend

Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease

As I listened through the cemetery trees

I see the sun coming up at the funeral at dawn

The long broken arm of human law

Now it always seemed such a waste

She always had a pretty face

I wonder why she hung around this place

Yeah, yeah,

Come on try a little

Nothing is forever

There's got to be something better than in the middle

But me and Cinderella

We put it all together

We can drive it home

With one headlight

She says its cold

It feels like Independence Day

And I can't break away from this parade

But there's got to be an open way somewhere here in front of me

Through this maze of ugliness and greed

I see the sign up ahead at the county line bridge

Saying all is good and nothingness is dead

Running till she's out of breath, she ran until there's nothing left

She hit the end, it's just her window ledge

Come on, try a little

Nothing is forever

There's got to be something better than in the middle

But me and Cinderella

Put it all together

We can drive it home

With one headlight

This place is old

IT feels just like a beat up truck

I turn the engine but the engine doesn't turn

It smells of cheap wine, cigarettes

This place is always such a mess

Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn

I'm so alone and I feel just like somebody else

Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same

And somewhere here in between these city walls and dying dreams

I think her death, it must be killing me

Hey, hey, hey...

Come on, try a little

Nothing is forever

There's got to be something better than in the middle

Well, me and Cinderella

We put it all together

We can drive it home

With one headlight"

(This song isn't about a girl killing herself. It's an allegory for how life is hard but we can make it through anyway.)

On serving NS:

Everyone dies

Everyone loves a fight

Nothing is sound

Nothing is right side right

Evening comes

And the sun goes down in red

Nothing is cool

When will all the fighting end?

When will all the fighting end??

Happy is a yuppie word

Nothing in the world can fail you now

As empty as an argument

I'm running down a life that won't cash out (cash out)

Everything fails

Everything runs its course

A time and a place

For all of this loving war

Everyone buys

Everyone's got a price

But nothing is new

When will all the failures rise?

Rise...

Happy is a yuppie word

Nothing in the world can fail you now

As empty as an argument

I'm running down a life that won't cash out

Happy is a yuppie word

Blessed is the man who's lost it all

Happy is a yuppie word, word...

I'm looking for an orphanage

I'm looking for a bridge I can't burn down

I don't believe the emptiness

I'm looking for the kingdom coming down

Everything is meaningless

I want more than simple cash can buy

Happy is a yuppie word

Happy is a yuppie

Nothing is sound!

Nothing is sound, yeah...

Happy is a yuppie word

Nothing in the world can fail me now

Happy is a yuppie word, word...

So calm down, yeah!

"In 1991, when Rolling Stone interviewed Dylan on the occasion of his 50th birthday, he gave a curious response when the interviewer asked him if he was happy. He fell silent for a few moments and stared at his hands. 'You know,' he said, 'these are yuppie words, happiness and unhappiness. It's not happiness or unhappiness, it's either blessed or unblessed."

On my girlfriend,

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up... To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up... To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up... To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up... To more than I can be.

You raise me up... To more than I can be.

(Also applies to my mother and whoever else is rooting for me.)

So that's about it till March. Don't expect much else, and yes, I'm still alive and well, for those people who care. Later!

is still gone

2008-12-10T07:48:00.001-08:00

Just a quick note. Will be starting NS from tomorrow. Check back after Christmas.

There and back again.

2008-11-07T20:09:00.000-08:00

Okay...The last few days have been very very tiring, but anyway.

I'm finally back in Singapore. Sure, its annoying that hardly anyone smiles and people are rude like heck in the train during rush hour (search up "Hitler and ERP" on YouTube for elaboration on this), but some part of me is happy to be back where I know I can get around without a car, to see friends I haven't seen in too long, to have DECENT CHICKEN RICE AGAIN OMG. (i miss the rest of malaysian food, though =( )

I'm working at a law firm in Shenton Way. It's a small outfit that does general litigation, so I'm getting put to work (and quite a lot of it). Without going into boring (and probably confidential) details, its a very enriching experience because I'm learning a lot both about the work done by the legal profession and the culture within the legal profession. Plus, my boss has a wicked sense of humour. Makes it all worth having to carry a jacket and tie to work and having to brave rush-hour traffic for nearly an hour each day. In short, I'm enjoying myself (which I never thought I would).

I might be in-and-out of Malaysia next weekend for my dad's birthday. Leave Singapore on Saturday morning, party on Saturday night, leave Malaysia on Sunday afternoon. Bus-setting lifestyle ftw.

In other news, I've taken up Magic: The Gathering, and I'm in need of new music =(

Some interesting things have happened in the world this past couple of weeks.

We have a black president in charge of America. I'm not particularly excited - just relieved that at least a certain female politician is not a few, um, convulsions away from becoming the President of the United State of Disaster, as it would probably have had to be renamed. Now to see what this bugger can do to [s]nuke China and their toxic good-manufacturing money grubbing bastards[/s] save his country and the rest of the world. And the animals *coughaleacough*. And the planet *cough*.

Malaysia is set to ban yoga for Muslims by issuing a fatwa against it. I find this rather amusing, given that their reason is "it may cause Muslims to deviate from their religion". Not only am I a 100% believer in freedom of religion, I also fail to see the logic in this. Technically, this means that any other thing arising from a religion which is not Islam should be banned as long as it has ties back to that other religion. So Muslims should not practise kung fu. It came from the Indian monks to the Chinese temples after all - Buddhist origins, and the ties are still apparent today. Muslims also should not speak English, because a lot of English is derived from Latin, which is the official language of the Vatican, the home of *gasp* Catholicism! See where this is going yet? (for a further step in logic, think about sanskrit and its ties to certain languages and religion)

Instead of stuff like this and making noise about white school uniforms because they might be see-through, can we have a fatwa on corruption? Bribery? I don't think there's been one of those yet. No, really. They're banning a form of exercise which actually strengthens your mind (and thus, I would think, would actually AID muslims in prayer because they can be more mentally disciplined and apply that to their own religion if they so choose), but there has been no ruling on corruption or bribery. What's wrong with consigning corrupted people and/or people who take bribes to hell?

Incidentally, go wikipedia Fatwa. It says some interesting things about following fatwas.

Thankfully, one sensible thing in Malaysia has happened at least - they released Raja Petra Kamarrudin from ISA detention. If nothing else, I admire the man's courage. Plus, Malaysia needs someone like him. He's so heavily anti-government (the current one at least) that in another country he'd be out of line, but in Malaysia, I believe he is very much needed to keep watch over the government and let the people know what he has found, and then it is for them to dilute his fire as they see fit. But the fire itself is most definitely needed, so thank God for his release.

I guess that'll be it for now because lunch is here. Bye!

"what does it matter, if it's five after five
you're giving me the time of my life"

They made up their minds, and they started packing...

2008-10-28T07:53:00.000-07:00

Just a short filler because the next few days will be very very hectic.

I got the letter. National service begins on the 11th of December for me =(

Meanwhile, trying to pack, set up the new old Powerbook that i just inherited and juggle work-stuff at the same time is taking up almost all my time.

I'll probably blog more later, but for now, I'm really tired. Bedtime.

"You can see their shadows wandering off somewhere
They won't make it home but they really don't care
They wanted the highway, they're happier there today"

Earth's Cry, Heaven's Smile

2008-10-10T06:29:00.000-07:00

I'm leaving Malaysia.

I've known this was coming for a long time, but it's finally confirmed. I start an internship at a law firm in Singapore on the 3rd of November. I'll be leaving KL on the 1st of November, staying a night at Malacca at my grandmother's house, and arriving in Singapore on the 2nd.

Another chapter in my life is closing. Obviously there is a whole lot of emotion mixed into all this, and I don't wish to cloud this blog with it. I'll say one thing for Malaysia, though. The very fact that after two years here, leaving this place stirs up as much emotion as leaving Singapore did after seventeen years there, says a lot. It's a testament to the people and ways of this country, the diversity, the variety, the myriad of race and religion and culture and mixed feelings and extremities - both good and bad - and so many other things I can't even begin to cover (food is somewhere among them, though).

In short, it's a powerful affirmation that, for all its ups and downs, the good, the bad and everything in between - indeed, because of all of this, Malaysia has a core, a spirit, a soul; one that I am more than thankful I got the chance to touch, if only for a while.

The people who know my story will understand how much it takes for me to say this, but in the end, coming up here was worth it all.

Looking back, I wouldn't have changed a thing.

This life is sweet
We're dancing in the street
Who knows who you might meet?
You'll do fine...

Outsch.

2008-10-04T23:05:00.000-07:00

If anyone has been wondering about my Myers-Briggs personality test result, I'm an INTJ. It's accurate.

Anyway, very little of note is happening to me now, although that will change pretty soon once I start internships. I did screw up my neck yesterday though. Apparently, I messed up a nerve in the back of my neck, and panadol doesn't have much effect on these things.

To pass the time, I shall make a list of things that hurt.

Qabir's List of Things That Hurt His Troubled Neck:

1) Looking up
2) Looking down
3) Looking left
4) Looking right
5) Looking behind.
6) Getting into a car
7) Getting out of a car
8) Sitting in a car
9) Sitting anywhere without support for neck
10) Going over humps in a car.
11) Going over humps at very high speed in a car driven by my father.
12) Lying down.
13) Getting up (tried eight different ways and counting)
14) Changing position when prone
15) Staying prone in the same position for too long
16) Trying to put a pillow under my head while prone
17) Trying to remove a pillow from under my head while prone.
18) Sleeping (refer to numbers 12 through 17).
19) Sneezing vigorously
20) Bending down to pick up stuff
21) Taking very deep breaths
22) Trying to watch TV
23) IMAGINING SHAMEEN WORRYING ABOUT ME
24) Drying myself off after a shower
25) Putting on clothes

Ouch =(

I'm thinking of changing this blog template. I like the way it looks, but it's not exactly conducive to reading. Then again, nobody reads this blog anyway. If my previous statement is wrong, opinions would be appreciated.

I start interning the day after tomorrow, so I probably won't be as free as I used to be. Will try to update when I can.

"If you think you've won, you never saw me change
the game that we have been playing"

iThink

2008-08-29T04:09:00.000-07:00

There is haloscan on this blog. Use it please, people.

It's been three weeks, I know. I plead lots of travelling and a lot of farewells as an excuse. That, and turning nineteen.

Some strange thoughts that have been kicking themselves around my head for the last few days...

1) Why do humans make life so complicated for themselves? You want to buy something as small as a ring, you go into something as big as a shopping mall =.-

2) We all make ourselves unhappy and suffer for the sake of progress. But without suffering, there would not be progress. But does progress really make us happy or is it just a vicious cycle leading to more suffering for the sake of progress? And if pro is the opposite of con, shouldn't the USA be the most congress-ive - or the least progressive - country in the world?

3) Who really are the ones blessed by God? The rich, who have to lie, cut throats, screw around with the lives of others? Or the poor, who suffer in honesty?

4) Two songs. Tears in Heaven by Eric Clapton, sung for the death of his child, and Angel by the Corrs, sung for the death of their mother. One is sad, mourning the death of the departed, and the other is happy, celebrating the life of the person who passed on. The mourning song is much much much more famous and highly regarded than the song of celebration.

But which would the dead have wanted more?

5) Why does a 12-string guitar sound so freaking nice? (rhetorical question)

6) WHY IS A 12-STRING GUITAR SO BLOODY EXPENSIVE (also rhetorical)

7) What if the world you live in is inhabited by you alone and every other person is a figment of your imagination? And after you answer that, think about it - isn't every other person in your life not really anything but your mental conception of that person?

8) Given that so many people are multi-racial, isn't nationality more sensible than race as a measure of identity, because you can't even clearly define race anymore?

9) Has anyone ever tried singing songs to themselves? Sometimes that can change the meaning of a song entirely.

Sorry for the lack of interesting updates. Will put something more entertaining (hopefully) up soon, but don't get your hopes up. Not that anyone's reading this anyway.

While people mug for A levels/stress out over going overseas...

2008-08-24T04:56:00.000-07:00

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^'-'^
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('-')
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=('-')=
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o-{'-'}-o
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O-('-')-O
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O=(^o^)=O
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danny says (7:55 PM):
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XD

And after a month of delays, here we go!

2008-08-16T20:19:00.000-07:00

Finally. After a very very long period of procrastination because I didn't feel like blogging, I made myself get this blog up and running. Simply put, this blog has come into existence because my previous blog, which started out much like this one, got a bit too personal and as such, is no longer something I'm comfortable having everyone on the Internet see.

I'm locking up that blog, probably for good, and switching operations over here. Basically, anything thought-provoking, interesting and noteworthy (and all the tags I get slapped with) will appear here. Since I lead a very boring life, expect updates to be sporadic at best. But then, that's better than having to read through a deluge of personal crap, isn't it?

Anyway, to start off, here's Pia's meme, a rather long time after she tagged me with it.

Answer the questions below, do a Google Image Search with the answer, take a picture from the first page of results. Do with minimal words or explanation. Tag five other people once you're done.

1. The age you'll be next birthday:
If I'd procrastinated any further, I'd have had to change my answer.

2. A place you'd like to travel to.
Pretty obvious, isn't it?

3. Your favourite place.
Cherating Beach, at nighttime. <3 club med.

4. Your favourite food.
I wouldn't get along with Garfield. No, I most definitely wouldn't.

5. Your favourite pet

6. Your favourite colour combination.
Blue and grey, but this was the nicest pic that popped up.

7. Your favourite piece of clothing.
...but they're so intriguing! And everyone wears one!

8. Your all-time favourite song.
Ugh wrong question to ask me. Figure this one out yourselves ^^

9. Your favourite TV show
...does not exist.

10. First name of your significant other/crush
history blah blah concessions blah blah british to chinese blah blah.

11. The town in which you live.
"Yahan aansu aur geet/Aur javani thi maine tere naam ki" (Here, tears and songs, and youth I dedicated to you)

12. Your screen name/nickname
I'll go with screen name because nicknames are usually fangled pronunciations of my name. The people who've played Gunbound with me before should know this =D

13. Your first job.
$3 an hour. For exactly one hour. Good for 10 arcade game tokens and a tube of sweets (back when I was 8)

14. Your dream job.
...no surprise here either.

15. A bad habit you have.
does NOT mix well with my guitar playing.

16. Your worst fear.
XD

17. The one thing you'd like to do before you die.
Refer to dream job.

And last of all...

18. The first thing you'd buy if you had a million bucks.It better be a million euros, because the way the US currency market is going... >.<
and paying for the fuel will hurt.

But hey, it's an M3. It'll be worth it when you leave all the wannabes in their pumped-up proton sagas and whatnot in the distant memories of your rearview mirror =D

Right then, until next time. I'm hungry.

A Fresh Start

2008-07-17T09:17:00.000-07:00

Hello everybody!

It's quite simple, really. My old blog is filled with a bit too much personal stuff for my liking, so I'm going to lock it up and turn it into a sort of personal journal for myself, while the rest of my posts - song lyrics, memes, song lyrics, the occasional opinionated post on something or other and more song lyrics - will go here.

I've imported the ball post from there in case anyone wants to see pictures, although the pictures in question are fugly. I've gotten a few new pictures recently, so I might also add some of them to the post. I also need to add links (believe it or not, I actually intend to link people this time). All of this will be done in the near future, along with Pia's tag.

For now, assuming that you people out there can actually see this post and everything works fine, then a new blog has been born! (with many thanks to Raphael for helping me solve a rather annoying problem with the skin). Unfortunately, all the html modifying has made me sleepy, so I'll post more later. Until then, good night!

The Ball Post

2008-07-17T00:33:00.001-07:00

Warning: I held off this post to scrounge for pictures, but due to my reluctance to go on Facebook, pictures remain scarce. I apologise in advance.

Monday, 30 June. The Help University College A-Levels Annual Ball at the Hilton in KL. The last time I'd ever see some people I spent my college life with, one chance for everyone to dress their best and step out, and more importantly, the place where I had my dinner that night.

I wore a black Zara suit (jacket/pants) with a dark purple shirt from Marks & Spencer's inside. I also stole my dad's black necktie (Hugo Boss or something) and his Colehaan shoes. The shoes were uncomfortable and the lack of pockets on my entire outfit annoyed me. But more importantly, I TOOK 40 MINUTES EXACTLY TO ARRANGE MY ENTIRE OUTFIT, including deciding on and buying/borrowing everything. Beat that!

The table I was at consisted of: Timothy, Weiyan, Alea, Shameen, Steff, Sue Lynn, Suet Li, Shee Nyn, Bin Li and myself.

For everyone who's been wondering about my girlfriend, asking what she looks like, etc etc, my (very good-looking) date for the night looked like this:

Shameen (the reason I feel like the luckiest guy on Earth)

Dinner consisted of scallops for starters (eww), chicken stuffed with something for a main course (yum), vanilla crepe something-or-other for dessert (yum) and chocolates + coffee/tea after (which were nice). It disappeared rather quickly where my portions were concerned, except for the scallops which found a better home on a neighbouring plate belonging to Timothy.

There were assorted events during the night. There was a dance performance which was pretty good (except i thought the girl's moves could have been less overtly sexual, given that they were dancing rhumba and jive), and two singing performances. Both the singing ones were good - Ming Han and Gavin did one, and two prom-singer professional types did the other. Very different styles, so its pretty hard to pick between the two.

I would like to take this opportunity to note that the DJs didn't do the best job of handling the event (you don't dress up in suits to scream at a roomful of people in suits like you're emceeing a beach bash) but the audience was pretty crappy/unresponsive too during the performances. They only warmed up for the competitions - Prom King/Queen and Best Dressed.

Best Dressed was fun. Five guys/girls were picked, had to be split into couples and were made to dance bhangra around an unfortunate [s]emcee[/s] tree. It was very amusing to watch, with the only flaw being that naturally, Best Dressed ended up going to the best dancers instead of the real best dressed couple. Some of the nicest dresses I saw weren't even called up on stage. But hey, it was fun.

Prom King/Queen was annoying, mainly because I got sabotaged by my friends - I ended up as one of the final 5 nominees for Prom King. *cue laughter*

If you laugh now, don't feel bad. I told this to my cousin and she instantly went "HAHAHAHAHAHA. no offense, but you? Prom King?? You're just not the sort!!" I wholeheartedly agree with her.

Great minds think alike.

Nonetheless, the nominees for Prom King/Queen:

Vineeta ended up winning Queen, Jin Ern ended up as King. They were prom king and queen at their previous prom (they come from the same high school, SMKDU if I'm not wrong). I would like to note that according to her blog, Vineeta spent a total of 25 ringgit on prom-related materials. She didn't have to buy a ticket because she was ex-council. That's what I call a worthy queen.

Anyway, pictures of some of my friends. Apologies to those whose faces are not seen - I'm really starved for pics here. SEND ME PICTURES!!

Anyway, some of the ones I do have:

The boys (left to right): Myself, Ming Han, Timothy, Weiyan.

Law students of A49 with our lecturer. Suet Li is the girl in bright blue. I really admire her courage for choosing to lead a normal life at the height of two and a half feet or so. Ms. Charmaine (our law lecturer) is the lady in the dark red dress. Looks like a student? Nope, she's an amazing lecturer. The way she handled our class, I wouldn't have believed it was her first term. Thanks for always being a wonderful lecturer and advisor, and for buying us pizza in class.

Aside from these two, the people in the pic are (from left to right) Steff, Alea, myself, Shameen, Bin Li and Weiyan.

The guys with Alea.

Finally, a picture of my date/girlfriend and myself. Please be advised we both think we look like crap in this one.

________________________________

That's all for the Ball Post. I must say, it was a fitting closure to a chapter in life. Its been one heck of a ride these 18 months, and I thank everyone I've met during this time for changing my life, one way or other.

I'm going to move blogs soon, to something like Wordpress which lets me lock some of my entries. This blog will almost certainly be locked when that happens. I still hope to keep in touch with everyone, so please drop me a line on MSN, email me or anything.

For now, I'm off to Singapore from tomorrow till Sunday. I'll do my NS fitness test there, and hopefully before I come back to Malaysia, I'll have figured out what to do with my life. Everyone's starting work, college, opening new chapters in life, and I kind of feel left behind.

Don't get me wrong, though. I'm not about to make the mistake of living in the past. Memories are only sweet if visited once in a while - live in them and they turn stale. And past good times are like sand. You hold on to them instead of going forward to seek new ones, they slip through your fingers even faster. So just because Alea has started working, Steff has started university, Shameen is starting work etc, I'm not about to sit here and feel down.

Instead, I'm going to walk to my own beat and see where my feet take me. Wish me luck, people. And all the best in your own journeys.

-Qabir

Before I lock down this blog, I'm going to leave one final song here.

"Dare You To Move" - Switchfoot

Welcome to the planet
Welcome to existence
Everyone's here
Everyone's here

Everybody's watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
What happens next?
What happens next?

I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move like today never happened,
today never happened before

Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistance
The tension is here
The tension is here
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be

Yeah,
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move, like today never happened,
today never happened-

Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where're you gonna go?
Where're you gonna go?

Salvation is here...

I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself
Lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move, like today never happened
Today never happened
Today never happened
Today never happened before.

How do you measure your days?

SIXTY!!!

*is still gone*

There and back again.

They made up their minds, and they started packing...

Earth's Cry, Heaven's Smile

Outsch.

iThink

While people mug for A levels/stress out over going overseas...

And after a month of delays, here we go!

A Fresh Start

The Ball Post

is still gone