A little bit of giving back...

Just what this country needs right about now...

I recently saw a group on Facebook that supported the use of 'Macha' as the official Malaysian calling. Like the Americans have their 'Dude' and the British have their 'Mate'... But what inspired me the most was a comment left in there by one of the members and it went;

'One Malaysia is nonsense, One Macha is more likely to happen!'

With that in mind I must say, I've thus far started off 2010 with little glitter of hope for this world we live in. I once wrote;

'The cries of great men, for the freedom of a nation and for acknowledgment of individualism. For who and what they are. No more, no less. Not for a claim, nor for approval. This simple truth has been the elementary drive of these men and their existence...'

And what little we do, can spiral into heart warming climates (if not Tsunami's of a good nature). Over the weekend a few great men ('mankind', wouldn't wanna offend the extraordinary women who came too) tried to change the climate for a few people who needed some wind of change in their lives.



The children of Rita Home in Kapar.... Adorable brats!



The Toilet Roll Mummy... Just one of the games we played...



These kids had some hilarious stories to tell us and they were quite the story tellers!

Hats off to all those who came and I wanna give a shout-out to a special someone who spearheaded this event. You snowballed this, so take a bow, you're one of a kind...

You're the closest to heaven, I'll ever get...

If I went screaming 'love love love...' in the pouring rain would someone stop me and bitch slap me? Aside from the probability of getting run down by a rempit I don't think anyone would or should for that matter... I've had my heart broken so many times, I think I've lost count but not lost hope...

Yeah, yeah... I'm a hopeful romantic!

Now, I also know I'm a realist too. So how does this work? A realist knows that everything (and these are the words of a realist, not mine), everything comes to an end. It's the theory of evolution, one cycle has to end in order for the next to begin. But a hopeful goes on and on like that Celine Dion woman (and don't get me started on that song)...

I've often also said, that everything I've learned in life I've learned from Formula One. Yeah those non F1 followers will have trouble following these next few theories;

1. Qualifying position doesn't really matter on the starting grid if your strategy is sound...
2. Your win doesn't really matter, cause it's the points that at the end of the season that counts!

and lastly

3. Its one thing to catch up the to the race leader but whole different story to go pass...

(All of the above is void in the presence of R A I N)

Okay, now let's put all three genre into motion here; the realist is saying don't go for it, cause it's not really worth the long run. The hopeful in back-draft is saying fall like you've never fall before, cause it's not worth it at all if you don't. And the F1 theories only tell me one thing, fall like Senna or race away like Schumacher...

Twenty Ten

So gone it has that wretched 2009... How do I see it? Is it the year I've lost or gained? If it is one of those years I figure I've lost more than any, then it goes without saying; every year we lose our youth (and hair for men)... And this year it's major.. No, no... Major, major! Yup the big three o...

I look back to 2009 and I notice one thing; I lost a lot of possessions! Cars, phones, shoes, clothings and it didn't stop there, 2009 even manage to take away my camera at the 11th hour. Hmmm... The thing that has expanded exponentially is probably my friends list, good trade off? Time will tell!